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blues824 · 2 years

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Can I please request the twisted wonderland dorm leaders with the nezuko reader

And how would they react when they find out why they were a muzzle.

Them being the official sleeping buddy of Leona. them giving headpats to riddle and Idia to comfort them. Them and Kalim being their sunshine selfs. and Azul wanting to use their ability to steal because he knows nobody can be mad at them. Vil having the time of their life dolling them up

(I'm so sorry if I sent many requests I love your work so much)

Stahp 🤭… low-key bout to cry. *gives a classic Nezuko headpat*

Also, I love receiving requests. You’re just a loyal customer. And I used your request from the Obey Me! Dateables as a guideline of the headcanons I’m writing here.

Riddle Rosehearts

He is very shocked to find out you are a demon. He’s read much about them, but he never expected them to look so… cute? You seemed so innocent, and it took him by surprise. But, you seem to have more common sense than some of his fellow Heartslabyul members so he holds nothing against you.

The fact that you are naturally friendly comforts him because somebody isolated him his whole childhood. He finds it very hard to ever be mad at you. You once walked by him in the hall and he greeted you, but you simply gave him a head pat as a greeting. He wasn’t mad, more embarrassed and hopelessly in love.

When he asked about your muzzle, he asked about it in the most polite way possible. You wrote on a piece of paper that it was to control your urges around so many people. That did scare him a bit, but he was glad that you were taking measures to control yourself.

When he found out you could shrink, you were tending to the hedgehogs. You shrank so as to seem smaller to them and it worked. He damn near screamed when he saw you grow back to regular size, but he recovered quickly.

One day he was yelling at Ace and Deuce for getting in trouble again. You rushed into the scene without your muzzle and attacked Riddle. You didn’t do him serious harm, you were able to snap out of it before anything too horrible happened. Later you explained that you saw your deceased family in Ace and Deuce and you sought to protect them from any harm.

He also learns that you regain your stamina through sleep instead of consuming humans, which he is grateful for. He will help you through any questions you have on the homework. He can’t get mad about it: you are much more powerful than he is, plus it’s an excuse to spend time with you.

He would love to help you control your urges, so he helps you practice by using his magic to play both offense and defense. He uses his unique magic to gain a few seconds to grab your muzzle if you get carried away.

One day, you are seen without your muzzle and he is so proud of you. He will invite you over to tea and will love hearing you speak freely rather than writing. He will even let you eat the first tart at your first unbirthday party without your muzzle! However, you always have it on hand if you ever get an inkling that something will go wrong.

Leona Kingscholar

Has this guy ever been surprised? He’s more intrigued than anything. He also doesn’t call you herbivore. He will say that you are adorable. You’re kind of absent-minded at times, but he can overlook it. You don’t cause him too much trouble, so you’re cool with him.

When you meet his nephew, he will be more alert. However, you are very kind and playful towards Cheka. You will gladly volunteer to babysit in place of Leona, and Cheka is all for it. However, you sometimes headpat Leona himself as a greeting. He gets a bit annoyed, but he understands that it’s mainly because you can’t speak with your muzzle.

Speaking of your muzzle, he finds it oppressive. As a beastman, he doesn’t like muzzles for obvious reasons. However, he understands that it might be different for a demon. He’s glad you aren’t going around eating people.

He found out you could change your size when you were playing around with his nephew. You had him on your shoulders and you would grow and shrink so he could reach stuff (like the door frame). As long as Cheka isn’t bothering his naps, he doesn’t really care.

Ace and Deuce once got into trouble with the Savanaclaw kids, and it was Hell in Twisted Wonderland. Ace’s big mouth just couldn’t shut up for 5 seconds. He was trash-talking the Savanaclaw students that just so happened to be right behind him. That’s where you come in:

You jumped into action right away. You saw that the Savanaclaw students would easily overpower your friends, so you tore off your muzzle and attacked. Leona has never been so surprised. Before you were able to do any immense damage, Crowley was on scene and got you under control. Once you had your muzzle back on, you were back to your loving and friendly self. You later explain that you see Ace and Deuce as your family that was killed by demons.

When he learns that you regain stamina through sleep alone, he volunteers to watch over you while you nap. And by watch over you, I really mean be your cuddle buddy. He will hold you in his arms and you will nap for hours.

Savanaclaw is a great place to train your powers. Leona will gladly hold your muzzle in case something happens, but he will make his dorm train against you because you are a great opponent to train with. Tbh, he finds it hot that you can take out that many guys by yourself.

When you are confident enough to go a day without your muzzle, he will walk you to your classes as well as attend his own. He wants to be nearby in case something happens. You told him (he was surprised when he heard you speak) that you kept your muzzle on you in case an incident occurred. He won’t admit it, but he is very proud of you.

Azul Ashengrotto

He’s freaked out when he found out you’re a demon. Then he finds out about your abilities, as well as your non-existent streak for eating people. He still remains cautious, but you seem to be easily manipulatable.

You easily win your way into everyone’s good sides with your friendly and kind disposition. If he could get you under a contract, then everyone would surely follow. That, or get you to come to the Mostro Lounge every so often. He will find it odd that you give headpats rather than a hand wave, but you are just a naturally affectionate person so he doesn’t mind.

Going back to how he wants you to come to the Mostro Lounge, he has this elaborate plan set up… until he finds out about why you wear your muzzle. It is rather unfortunate, but he would rather not be eaten. He stays up at night wondering what your voice sounds like.

He found out you could change your size when you tried to give Floyd a head pat. He was just too tall, so you grew temporarily. The trio were all shocked, but Floyd was a happy eel that day. Azul was very interested in this ability. It must be very convenient for you.

Once, your friends were being terrorized by Floyd’s squeezes. They weren’t in true danger, Floyd was just bored. However, you barged in like the FBI and tackled the eel. You didn’t have your muzzle on, and you would have caused serious damage if his arms weren’t so long. Azul walked in after hearing the commotion and used his magic to hold you temporarily so he could put your muzzle back on. You apologized and said that you saw Ace and Deuce as people you needed to protect.

When Azul learns that you regain stamina through naps, he will offer (for free) to look after you. He will bring you classwork you missed as well as tell you stories of the sea to help you sleep better. Jade and Floyd know to not disturb you unless they want to face docked pay checks as well as your wrath.

He’s a bit too busy to help you train, but he will be there if you need any help emotionally or mentally. He sometimes invites you over so as to train his dorm as well as let Floyd go haywire. Think of it as payment for destroying the Lounge while ‘protecting your friends’.

When he finds you going without your muzzle one day, he is concerned. You explained (he found your voice heavenly) that you were confident in your ability to control yourself for at least a day, but you had your bamboo muzzle on you just in case. He was very proud of you, he treated you to a study date at the lounge.

Kalim Al-Asim

You’re so cute! He doesn’t really care if you’re a demon. He’s the least judgmental person in NRC, so that’s a given. Jamil advises him to be cautious though. However, he doesn’t really listen to Jamil…

You’re basically the same person. You’re both friendly rays of sunshine who are naturally affectionate and happy. You’re sometimes absent-minded but so is he! He loves your headpats and will give you headpats in return. Jamil panics because now there’s two of them!

He once asked about your muzzle over dinner and Jamil was about to reprimand him when you wrote on a piece of paper that you were still a demon and had yet to control your urges. Jamil was freaked out but Kalim was determined to help you gain control.

He found out you could shrink and grow when you were playing around. You were marching around while growing and shrinking and it was very amusing to see Kalim try and ‘imitate’ it. You gone to Cinnabon lately? Cuz y’all being too much of a cinnamon roll

Once, he invited you and Grim over to enjoy the wonders Scarabia had to offer. However, when he shoved crackers into Grim’s mouth, you growled at him. He retrieved his hand and looked like a hurt puppy, and Jamil pulled Kalim behind him. Once you calmed down and made sure Grim was okay, you explained that you have an urge to protect Grim.

When Kalim learns that you nap a lot, he will be sad that it means less time to hang out with you, but he will definitely cuddle with you when he can! He will bring your classwork to you, but he won’t be much help to you. You both tend to get distracted until Jamil interferes.

He will help you train via subjecting his dorm to fierce hours of non-stop working. It was a win-win situation in his eyes, but he was upset that his dorm-mates were easily defeated. He will even train his magic by going through beginner sparring with you.

When he sees you without your muzzle, his eyes become hearts. You were just so gorgeous! Your voice sounded so nice! He followed you around all day until classes started, but after the bell rang he would be right next to you. He was so happy about your progress and he couldn’t help but throw a party for you (this time, Jamil didn’t complain because he knew how hard you worked)!

Vil Schoenheit

He has mixed feelings about you: you’re so cute, but you’re also a demon who could eat him at a moment’s notice. He will keep his guard up around you, but other than that you don’t cause much trouble.

Little by little, you break down that wall of his and you let him dress you up. You being his little doll whenever you both have free time is what he uses to de-stress after a long day. He’s happy that you so willingly let him do whatever he wants to your face and hair, as well as willingly go into the bathroom to change into an outfit he selected.

While he was dressing you up, he asked about your muzzle since the green of the bamboo didn’t fit well with the outfit he selected. You told him that you were still a demon and had trouble controlling yourself around so many humans, and it shocked him. So what did he do? Designed muzzles to go with your outfits!

He doesn’t appreciate your headpats since it ruins his hair, but he does appreciate the sentiment behind it. You give headpats to everyone as a greeting, and he’s glad that you have that personal connection with him, but please just wave. Mans took so long on his hair and he doesn’t want it to get messed up.

He found out you could shrink when an article of clothing didn’t quite fit you since you were a bit too small for it. Then you just grew so that you fit it better. He was quite surprised, but happy that you could model more outfits for him. However, it does get quite awkward when he asks you to shrink or grow.

Once, Vil forced Epel to do his skin care routine and the latter was just not having it today. He was kicking and screaming. You barged in and tackled Vil. He noticed that you didn’t have your muzzle but instead you were trying to snap at him. Epel quickly used a spell to push you away so that Vil could get his pen and hold you in place. You later explained that you had a strong urge to protect Epel from any imminent danger and you couldn’t help but act on that impulse.

Vil isn’t very happy with your sleep schedule, but he understands that you have to otherwise you might resort to eating humans, and that isn’t good at all. So, he brings you your work and will gladly talk you through anything you need help with.

Exercising is very good for your health, so Vil will gladly help you gain control over your demonic urges. He will grab Rook and have him help as well in your training. You make a bunch of progress and you gain more control over your abilities as well as your reactions.

One day, you feel confident enough to go at least one day without your muzzle on, and Vil is right there with you every step of the day. He will walk with you to your classes and check on you after the bell rings and he will invite you to sit with him during lunch. He is so proud of you, and he will reward you with a nice date.

Idia Shroud

This mans is so shy around you. He doesn’t really care that you are a demon (he’s seen so many anime with demons and so he’s not phased by it). You are just his polar opposite, and he’s very anti-social.

He likes that you are very kind towards him, though. You understand that he is very anxious around people, so you are very patient. You gain a good bond with Ortho and it makes Idia happy. He does like your headpats, but he is not used to physical affection. However, he deals with it for you since you can’t speak with your muzzle. After a while, he finds it comforting whenever you give him a headpat.

Speaking of, it’s Ortho who asks about it. Idia was just there in the room as well. You write that you have trouble controlling yourself around so many humans, and that sends Idia into a frenzy because he was human himself. You then have to explain to him that because of the muzzle, you can’t do any serious damage.

He found out you could shrink when Idia shyly asked you to help with upgrading Ortho. You had smaller hands than he did, after all. You shrank even more so that the size of your hands wouldn’t get in the way. He was shocked and almost dropped something, but he quickly recovered.

One time, Ortho went outside to run errands for Idia when he was dragged into trouble with Ace, Deuce, and Grim. They got in a fight with another bunch of students and it was about to be a brawl. Then you charged with the demon blood in you. That was one of the few times Idia has ever been outside. He rushed over and put your muzzle over your mouth to prevent you from doing anything too horrible. You later told him that you attacked because Ortho was in danger.

He doesn’t mind that you sleep a lot. You actually look very cute when you sleep, and he means that in the most adoring way. Sometimes he will sleep next to you, but mostly he’s playing video games. He will help you on school work if you need anything, but other than that he’s kinda just like ‘mood’.

Idia would love to build some robots that you could train with, and you will be able to help him by demonstrating what you can do already. He won’t personally partake in training, but he is glad that he can do something for you in your journey to gaining control.

One day, you go without your muzzle and Idia will willingly join you for lunch in the cafeteria. He will start panicking, but he is able to hear your voice trying to comfort him as you give him the usual headpats. After school, he will reward you with a movie night and all the sweets you could ever want.

Malleus Draconia

He’s not very shocked that you are a demon. He finds you to be very cute, though. He’s not intimidated by you, if you couldn’t tell. He’s very confident in his ability to overpower you, plus he’s not human.

He loves your friendly personality. It’s a stark contrast compared to what he’s used to, but it’s a very welcome difference. He appreciates how you’re not intimidated by him. He also loves your headpats. Usually, no one would dare look his way, but here you are giving him headpats as a greeting. Sebek hates it, but Malleus glares at him.

He asks about your muzzle when you were on your nightly walk. You bring a notepad in case something needs to be said, so you are prepared. You ‘told’ him that since there were so many humans at NRC, you find it hard to control yourself from consuming a human. He doesn’t judge since it’s something out of your control, but he would love to hear your voice more often.

He found out you could change your size when you were invited to the Diasomnia dorm and you were demonstrating all the things you could do. You would go up to Lilia and shrink to his size, to Silver and grow to his size, to Sebek and grow to his size (he yelled at you), and finally to Malleus and grow to his size (minus the horns). For once, Malleus wasn’t the tallest person in the room.

One day, after classes, Ace was going on and on about how Sebek was a ‘teacher’s pet’ and a ‘goody two-shoes’ and the knight showed up at that exact moment. Now, Sebek started yelling at Ace and Deuce and Grim, who were all yelling back. You, not knowing better besides the fact that Sebek is now yelling at your close friends, attacked. You tore off your muzzle so you could try and scare him even more. The young knight was taken off-guard and wasn’t given any chance to recover.

Lilia’s ears caught onto Sebek’s distress and the rest of the group went to go save him. Malleus saw that you pinned Sebek to the ground and tried to get him to stop squirming. You were raising your fist to knock him out, but Malleus grabbed hold of you and pulled you off of Sebek. You later explained that Sebek started yelling at Ace and Deuce, and you got the overwhelming urge to defend your ‘family’. Malleus completely understood everything: he’s a dragon, so he also has those protective urges.

He’s sad that you tend to sleep a lot since that leaves less time to spend with you, but he decides that it is better than going around and consuming humans to regain stamina. Since he doesn’t need much sleep, it’s mostly lying next to you and enjoying your presence as well as making sure nothing happens to you while you are so vulnerable. He will gladly bring you your work and help you catch up since it means he spends more time with you.

He loves training with you. He will volunteer his knights to train with you as a dorm activity. It will help them in the Spelldrive tournaments, and for the future. He personally loves being able to go all-in without fearing for your safety.

One day, he notices that you are walking around without your muzzle and he has that child-like eagerness to hear your voice. He will escort you to and from your classes and he will invite you to sit with him during lunch. He doesn’t want to spend one second without being by your side.

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chainmailchalamet · 11 months

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sugar high 🍒

synopsis: sugar daddy hs, always black n non-binary reader, established dynamic w/ some power play, possessive language, lil degradation, spit kink, mean dom(ish) hs, yktfv

Harry is…complex, by nature. He is a well curated structure of contradictions. He is a rockstar, an animal, a glossy beastly thing on stage. He glows under the spotlight, basking in all that concentrated attention with the air of a man who deserves every last drop. He is a hip roller, a tongue wagger, a dark eyed pretty boy dream. He’s sharp cut hips, tatted all over and wrapped up in glitter.

He is also a cream puff — that’s the version of him you met first, assisting a stylist on a Gucci suiting campaign. You’d steamed his double breasted coat, matched the ties to his green-glass eyes, buttoned him up all snug in his dress-shirt. And he’d blushed and dimpled his way through all of it. Told you that you didn’t have to do all that (“I kind of do, darling, it’s my job”), said please and thank you and stood where he was supposed to stand and made everyone laugh and look at him all fond because he was a professional sweetheart, an actual dream to work with. With the way he acted, you couldn’t tell he found you attractive until after the shoot wrapped and he walked up to you all bashful to ask for your number. It was the way he stated his intentions that got you, the way he said, soft and steady “anything you want, we can do anything you want as long as I can keep you company”.

He took you for squid ink pasta for the first date, because you’d never had it. He showed you how he liked his oysters (“a little lemon, just a squeeze..”) and how to tip them back into your mouth to taste them, and he watched the way your lips wrapped round the shell with a low heat gaze, kept his desire on the simmer like he didn’t want to scare him away. You let your inhibitions sink away into a glass of champagne, flirted with him in the same breath you talked his ear off about your job, about the books you were reading, about your vision for the future. He was so like you — the same raw ambition, the same comfort in the way you wore your skin that you’d both fought tooth and nail for, the same wicked tongue. You liked to make him blush, to tease him until he was giggling in faux offense (“it is not a whore house, it’s a family show, that’s the whole point!” “sir, at last show you sang the words “if you’re getting yourself wet for me”, and then rubbed your fingers together to demonstrate said wetness, those are the actions of a whore!”), until he let some of that babygirl cupcake act drop long enough to thumb some passion fruit sorbet from the corner of your lip and take it into his mouth, closing his eyes and groaning a little under his breath like you just tasted that good.

The second date was a flea market in the south of France. He prepared you with a simple instruction to pack light, and in response to your question about the cost of the train and accommodation and time off work he responded the same — kissed you on the temple and said “I’ll take care of all of it, you don’t have to worry about a thing, you can have anything you want, sweetheart”.

And then he did, took care of every detail — told your boss he was borrowing you for a shoot (“bring them back in one piece, styles, they’re one of our best” “mm, no promises”), got the both of you a private carriage so you could watch the grey London skyline fade away into lush fields of lavender, held your hand all the way, looked at you like you were the best view in sight, whisked you away to a cute little hostel where no one but the owners recognized him (the lady of the house absolutely fawned over him, called him strawberry boy, chided him for being gone for so long).

You used maybe two braincells that weekend — he made sure of that. Every whim, he tended to. If you wanted coffee, he went to the market and fetched you something freshly ground with notes of toffee and dark chocolate. If your stomach rumbled, he sat you down on the kitchen counter and fixed you lemon pasta, fed you dates by hand while the sauce settled, stole kisses in-between bites — cupped your face in his hands and licked into your mouth and said “feel so lucky, can’t believe your here, are you happy, what do you need, whatever you want, wanna give you everything…”.

You let him fuck you during that trip. After a dreamy morning picnicking with a jar of strawberry preserves and fresh bread and heavenly salted butter, and a whole day at the markets where he bought you a whole new wardrobe, gently insisting that he wanted to do this for you. “Harry, this is vintage alaïa, I don’t need that” you’d said. “You’re a stylist, sweetheart, might come in handy — and you’ve been eyeing it up since you saw it, at least try it on, yeah? See how you feel after”.

You’d tried it on, and it fit so perfect your mouth went a little dry — and his eyes on you, the way he smoothed his hands over your hips and told you that “you look so pretty, angel, prettiest fucking thing I ever saw” made you light-headed, running your thighs together in the dressing room. He liked doing that to you, putting you in pretty things, seeing you admire yourself. He bought you the alaïa, the cavalli handbag, a silk Gucci scarf — he was still polite, still your sweet thoughtful boy, but you could see through the cracks to what lay beneath that. The power he held over you, the obvious pleasure he took in being able to take care of you, showering you in nice things, the way he made you feel you didn’t have to think about anything when you were with him because he could do the thinking for you.

That’s the man that took you to bed. The one that told you to put your pretty new things away and wait for him in the bedroom while he tucked the groceries away. The one who met you with hungry eyes when he found you stripped down to your new chocolate brown agent provocateur set and kneeling on the bed and just clicked his tongue and asked you if he told you to do that. Tutted when you looked at him all confused and tried to explain yourself, shushed you and said (with the same quiet intensity as the first day he met you), “not your fault baby, didn’t have to think at all today, you’re just my pretty little doll, huh?”

that’s the Harry that felt every bit of your mouth with his fingers, pressed down on your tongue until you drooled a little and then made fun of you for it. The one that wouldn’t let you touch his dick until he worked you up so good that you thought you would cry, ran his tongue over the lace on your body, teased over every single sensitive inch of you until you were shaking and begging (“please, Harry please, just touch me, anything, anything” “look at you — pretty fucking mess for me, huh? wanna see you cry, baby, can’t give you my dick unless you ask real nice for me”).

He fucked you slow and deep with a hand wrapped around your neck, told you that one day he’d buy you something shiny to lay where his hand had been, but until then you’d just have to wear his fingers around your throat — told you that it was his favorite thing you’d tried on all day, called you his doll, his baby, his perfect little slut. “M’gonna give you everything you fucking want,” he said, licking the salt off your skin as it trailed down your cheek, pulling your head back to spit in your mouth and rub it into your tongue (“filthy thing, you like that? nuh-uh? you got real tight on me, baby, you must really like that”), rolling his hips and driving in hard until your eyes rolled back and you couldn’t even find your voice to beg him for more. “And you’re gonna let me, aren’t you? Not gonna fight me, are you baby? Just gonna let me take care of everything, I know what you need, daddy’s gonna give you fucking everything — that’s it, angel, just shut the fuck up and take it, you’re so good at that”.

He made you come like that, and then flipped you over, lifted your hips up and licked you out from the back, slapped you across the clit if you tried to run away from it, told you to “take it, don’t fucking run, gonna make a big mess aren’t you, show me, fuckin’ show me, that’s so good, you’re so good”, and then fucked you like that — pushed your face into the mattress and laid into you until you did make a mess, till you were drooling with it.

He was back in full sweetheart mode when he was done with you — ran you a bath and toweled you dry and held you in his arms till you fell asleep, kissed your head and said “thank you, baby, did so good for me, gave me everything I’ll ever need”. He was complex like that — a menace, an angel, a demon, a fucking fairytale prince. And you were lucky enough that you got to see every inch of it, bask in the flow of it.

#harry styles blurb #harry styles x black!reader #harry styles smut #domrry #mean dom harry styles #black oc

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muzansfangs · 1 year

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Hello! I would like to make a request for some headcanons, if that's alright. How about exploring a scenario where Douma somehow falls ill and the reader is the one who takes care of him?

Taking care of him when he gets sick.

Starring: Douma x f!reader

Warnings: Modern au, basically fluff

Format: headcanons.

Plot: You had told your boyfriend, Douma, that it was going to rain. Despite that, he ignored your suggestion to bring an umbrella with him and went to work without one. On his way back home, he got caught in the pouring rain and, basically, he woke up the morning after with a bad cold and high fever.

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• Your boyfriend was reckless, but in a cute kind of way. The thing was he thought you tended to worry too much about him and he did not trust a lot in the meteorologists. Therefore, he grabbed his briefcase and headed to the front door of your flat without an umbrella. It was a sunny day, after all. Were you really even considering the chance of the weather to change abruptly?

• Flicking your gaze up from your laptop, you sighed in defeat and jogged towards him with the umbrella you had already prepared for him.

• “Babe, come on! Just bring it with you! I don’t want you to get down with a cold” you had tried to persuade him, clinging on his arm with a pleading look on your face. Your puppy eyes did not work, though. All you got in return was an amused chuckle and a kiss on your forehead.

• “The sun is shining so bright vampires would be pulverized in a split second, if they stepped out of their coffins! I’m not carrying this thing with me! See you later, baby”.

• With that, he was gone.

• Not even two hours later, you were texting him a cocky “I TOLD YOU SO”, while you watched the pouring rain falling on the city from the window of your living room.

• You were not surprised, when you spotted Douma soaking wet on the threshold later in the evening. His clothes were drenched, his hair dripped water and, when he took his shoes off, he grimaced at the contact of his wet socks with the floor.

• You could not help, but laugh at him. However, the side-eye he gave could be labeled as a ‘criminal offensive side-eye’ and you were quick to grab some towels and clothes for him.

• Some snippy comments here and there about how he should have listened to you instead of following his ‘questionable prophetic instinct’ fell from your lips anyway, as you helped your whiny boyfriend to warm himself up.

• He demanded your cuddles for the rest of the night, of course. It was in the middle of the night, when you were both comfortably snuggled under the blankets, that you woke up to the sound of chattering teeth. It did not take a lot for you to realize it was your boyfriend, whose body temperature was highening increasingly second by second.

• “B-Baby, I t-think I’m s-sick…” he mumbled, between shaky breathes. You sat up immediately, turning the lights on and palming his forehead to check his temperature. Well, he was literally boiling.

• Now, Douma is an affectionate and clingy person. The ill version of him is ten thousands times worse than that. He would need your assistance 24/7, complaining about the fact that he had no strength to pick you up and make love to you. Or about the fact that he could not smell the delicious meals you cooked for him.

• “I am dying! I’m on the verge of death! Call Akaza-donooo!”.

• “He would probably throw a party, if you died, duh” you replied.

• Also, let’s not forget the childish, but funny part where he refused to take his medicines.

• “I know it tastes bad but, if you don’t drink it, you are not going to get better” you scolded him, holding the glass with the medicinal substance in it. He pouted, holding the blankets over his nose and shaking his head vigorously.

• “It tastes like shit! Get that thing away from me! You are cruel, babe!” he bewailed, tossing and turning on the bed as if you wanted him to drink up poison. However, after years of being his girlfriend, you knew exactly how to convince him to drink his medicine.

• “If you don’t drink it right now and quit this buffoonery , forget about my kisses!” you quipped, knitting your eyebrows together. It worked instantly. He downed his medicine as if it was a shot of vodka.

• On the first days, when he still struggled to get up and do some basic things, you did not hesitate to help him out. Out of everything you did for him, he loved it when you helped him to comb his soft, long silvery hair. It felt intimate and relaxing.

• When you brought him a cup of hot tea and some biscuits, he stared at you with such loving eyes you almost melted on the spot. As he took the first sip of it, you smiled and kissed the top of his head, before turning around to let him get some rest. However, you had to halt as he tugged at your hand and forced you to stop. When you turned around, he softly smiled at you “I love you so much, baby. Thank you for taking care of me”.

• You chuckled and ruffled his hair softly “I love you too, baby”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! Thank you for the request! This is my first head-canon post and I don’t know how to feel about it. I hope you’ve enjoyed the reading, though. Since demons cannot actually get sick, especially upper ranks, I thought a Modern Au would have fitted this scenario better! I am not following a specific order for the requests, just picking up the most inspiring ones first. Keep in mind that, if I want to decline a request, I’ll make a post about it. So, consider all the ones I have got accepted!❤️

x o x o

#douma #douma x reader #douma x y/n #douma x you #doma x reader #upper moons #upper moon two #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer au

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smokingtiger · 1 year

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We Need To Talk About Shipping

I just want to put this out there since this website seems to be full of delusional shippers who are pushing fictional narratives or chains of events that literally never happened irl. Now personally, I don't mind casual shipping (big gasp, I know). Like if you think two people are cute together or have great chemistry, that's fine; ppl tend to reflect their own desires onto other people/things, whether they be fictional or real ... create your stories, write your fics, draw some nice pictures ... the problem lies when you can no longer decipher your own fictional stories of your favorite ship from reality. If you have gotten to the point where you feel the need to argue over what ship is REAL in a space where these types of relationships haven't even been confirmed or acknowledged ... kindly exit the fandom and only come back after taking classes in human decency. If BTS hasn't confirmed a relationship, then we as fans must accept that as our reality. Of course, many of us have our speculations, but we should never overstep and promote those realms of possibility as true. You are allowed to think something might be real, but don't turn that idea of realness into false delusions about fabricated events. If you are in the ask box of a stranger accusing a BTS member of cheating on another BTS member with another BTS member... please take the time to reevaluate your life choices. I've seen jkkrs and tkkrs argue for hours over things that literally never happened. How can you guys accuse BTS members of purposely sabotaging another member in the name of a ship? I saw a jikook post that said JM was purposely trying to tick TH off by being 'intimate' with JK. Are you sure you're talking about Jimin? Like, Park Jimin? Kim Taehyung's best friend? That Jimin? One of the best examples that I can think of (right now) is JK's 25th birthday live when he told Jin that none of the members came to visit him for his birthday except for JM and HS. He confirmed TWICE that TH did not come to see him. Now normal people would look at this and just move on, bc we can understand that the other members probably sent happy birthday texts or even gave him a phone call. Just bc something is not done publicly does not mean it didn't happen. But anyways, tkkrs had the AUDACITY of accusing JK of lying, running with a fictitious lie that he had only said he didn't come to 'protect' TH. So are HS and JM not relevant in this equation at all? Did JK purposely mention JM and HS to put them in danger? You DO NOT get to accuse people that YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW of these types of things. Who the hell do you think you are? (also, I'm not targeting tkkrs, I understand that not every single one of you is a bad egg, but this is just the first example I could think of) Y'all need to throw blogs and youtube channels (*cough* taekook-lives *cough*) that have fake stories and leaked photos as evidence away. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, DO NOT SUPPORT SASAENG/STALKER PHOTOS, EVEN IF IT'S OF YOUR SHIP. Some shippers are far too comfortable using photos that were taken of BTS without their consent as ammo. You are gross. BigHit has protections! Half of these delulu shippers can't even interpret Kor words/sentences correctly and spew false garbage that is both utterly offensive toward BTS and the Kor lang. If you can't even take the time to properly consume the nuances of what is being said, what makes you think that you're such a good detective and can sniff out a relationship? Hell, they can't even tell when honorifics are being used or if they're speaking satoori! Is it so hard to consult actual Koreans and Kor speakers to see if what you're consuming is actually correct? The Korean culture and language are not yours to maliciously weaponize when you're trying to prove a 'point'. But like I said, I feel like this community needs a lot of cleaning up. I want you to enjoy your time in the fandom, but don't attack other people on false evidence or speculations. Take care of yourself and others. Don't let your ships make you into a monster.

And as always, LOVE all seven. SUPPORT all seven. Understand that BTS' bond is so pure and lovely and there's nothing that delusional stans and shippers can say/do to ruin that.

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 7 months

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Ronin raising a baby left at the door-step| pt.1

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Reader: female - the baby

Notes: i live for this man and father daughter content, and also Part One <3

Warnings: Yelling, Baby Y/n throwin punches bc she dont take no shit 👊

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We're gonna go being left on the door step daughter father content here

Left at the doorstep of the leafmans barracks with a little tag that said "Commander of the Leafman army"

Some rookies found you, all bundled up in a hand woven basket.

So they take you to Ronin, whos probably already on his 40th cup of caffine that day

"Ronin!"

"Busy-"

"This is important."

He looks up at his soilders, and tells them to come in.

There they are. With you. No more than a month or two old asleep in the bundle of blankets.

"What? Sanchez finally had her baby? On Duty no less? That woman has to be strapped down for bed rest."

"No...sir. She was at the barracks entrence."

What? Huh?

Did he hear that right?

"By who?"

The soliders shrugged.

Ronin was quick to get up and the soilders handed him the baby.

"Basket had your title on it sir." One spoke, "Does that help identify the parents at all? You know anyone who was havin a baby sir?"

"Just Sanchez." Ronin answered, he too wanted to get to the bottom of this, "Find her and her wife, make sure there okay. Both of you go together."

And off they went, he sat down with you, a big yawn coming from you.

Truth be told he didn't know who this child was or who's it could be.

But he thought it was cute how you grabbed onto his finger, eyes big and gray, your color hadn't come in yet.

Yet he could assume you had been born with that ashy black color hair. You had a pretty decently full head of it after all.

And that's when he saw it.

A pendant around your neck, tucked away and hidden, in the blankets.

Wraithwood.

A product of two worlds colliding.

Then and there he knew he had to keep you safe.

You were innocent in this war and in this world.

The soldiers come back; tell him what he already knows; it's not Sanchez's, and Sanchez is standing guard, pregnant as ever.

"Let's bring her to the Orphanage," one recommended, "They'll know what to do,"

"No," Ronin ordered, "She was left here, for a reason,"

"But sir, she's a baby, no offense, sir, but can you handle a baby,"

"I handle you two, don't I?"

Leafmen that see him leaving are in shock; did him and Tara finally get together? Have a kid? Wait had him and Tara been together this whole time?

Yet despite there stares he holds you close and leaves with you home.

Nod's was home, he putting dishes away; he was always home before Ronin.

"Don't tell me you brought home a baby aphid when you told me no," Was the first thing Nod told him when he seen the blankets.

Nod was quiet shocked when he was shown the baby.

"Who's kid?"

"Orphaned, staying with us just for a little bit. Till we figure it out."

Oh what a lie.

You were staying forever.

Lets just say: the first few days? Shit the first day was stressful

What are they suppose to feed you?

You certainly don't eat ration packets- or quiet frankly....anything

For there luck the old lady next store was real tired of hearing it and knocked on the door.

Nod answers the door.

"Why is that child trying like she hasnt eaten in an hour?"

"She won't eat."

"Move aside."

Props to the old lady coming to the rescue and saving Ronin's ass

"Milk Lily's tend to be the norm, especially when my children were growing up, I'll give you a list of needs and some milk lillies from my own garden to start you off with- Where is your wife Ronin? She must be tired from the bundle of joy."

"There's no wife," Ronin informed, "Someone dropped her off at the barracks."

"Then I can call up my sister. She works at the orphanage. Will that help any?"

Ronin was silent, looking up at the old lady rocking the child, "Im keeping her."

"Well..." The old woman started, "she is certainly cute. I dont blame you... You'll need a few things"

Bam Baby list.

It's just the essentials, really, especially for the age.

The first weeks were really hard on Ronin

Like really hard, hes use to no sleep. But...damn...

They can find both of you sleeping when Ronin has downtime in his office

And sometimes the other soilders take you to play with you.

"She can't walk yet idiot!"

"It's called training for a reason!"

Ronin after weeks of having you: has yet to name you

People litterally just call you "baby"

That's until one day he's coming home with you in a sling one of the soldiers had shown him how to wrap, he's coming back from his Milk Lily farmers.

Nod's not home: as he's on night rounds covering Sanchez's shift- finally she had taken bed rest

So the window at the end of the hall being opened confused him

He called for Nod but got no answer.

So he set you in the basket of groceries: you know. For safekeeping as something sounds in the kitchen.

Before he can even round the corner and into the kitchen he's attacked from behind,

Arms wrapped around him to choke him, hoping to kill him easily and cheaply.

Yet Ronin kicks as he's dragged and manages to grab the dagger that sits on his belt besides his sword and stabs backward at anything physically possible

Into the shoulder and let go he turns to face the intruder

A boggin woman, "Where is it!?"

"I have no idea what the hell you're on about!"

Yet the crying in the background catches ear, and it's a race for the baby. The woman gets there first and gets through his front door.

"Fuck!" Ronin shouts quickly following grabbing his spare bow and arrows at the doorside.

With his skill it was a simple shot and down the woman went. He running to grab you as you cried.

"It's okay. It's okay..." Ronin cooed, "shh...my Y/n...shh."

The commotion grabbed neighbor's attentions as they came out to help

"Ronin, are you -"

"Call the gravedigger..."

"Are you alright? The both of you?"

The people only got a nod as he walked back to his home.

And from that day forward you're named Y/n.

No particular reason he claims anyone who asks in the future

Its a lie, he had been thinking about it for a while

He'd be lying if he didn't get even more attached to you, especially as the months came through: you're eyes matched your hair in orgin: that yellow orange that came from Wraithwood with the midnight hair

As you get older too Nod takes a more brotherly role.

And Ronin finally introduces you to Tara closer to your year old mark.

"I have been wanting to meet you for some time." Tara smiled, lifting Y/n into the air with a smile.

Yet you reach back for Ronin

Totally does not hurt Tara's pride- it really hurt

"She's not keen on new people"

"Oh, she's your daughter for sure then." Tara teased.

Tara was right there

No matter what you were pretty attached to your dad.

Though your first words werent Dada, they were idiot and leaf.

He knew exactly who he had to make run laps because of that

You were an early bloomer, walked early, started babbling one or two words early

He was pretty proud of you.

There was no "big 1st birthday" party for you.

It was just you and Ronin, and Nod, Uncle Finn coming to watch you destroy a pie as you tried to eat it.

Pie is just about your third word.

Finally something more normal.

Besides that, you don't talk very much, even as you grow, and as you grow, Ronin, kinda not by his desires, gets pushed into a Mommy group.

Judgmental mommys are ass mommys

"Well, she doesn't talk yet. That's concerning." A mother commented.

"Y/n can talk when she wants. Isn't that right? Y/n?"

He only gets you hugging him tighter in response.

1000% daddys girl

You come to enjoy playing with his gear.

All of it

Weapons included.

And as your old enough to play on your own with kids your age, you don't

You prefer Older people to younger people: find friendship in the old man that sits on the corner with his coffee in the moring rather than people your age.

100% as you become older and able to play by yourself with no one watching over you (which isnt full true ronins always there somewhere in the background) you can be sure you'd come home with a pet aphid

"His names Charly! But with a Y! I don't like it spelled with ie!"

"Y/n let the Aphid go."

"No way! Charly needs me!"

Charly infact does need you.

And even grows up with you: as he was pretty young when you found him

The Adventures of Charly and Y/n have began

Ronin's the dad that says "were not keeping the aphid" and then becomes bestfriends with said aphid

Honestly? Really proud of himself for once when it comes to you, he's been really critical of himself in the past, seeing you be so loving and caring towards people you love really warms his heart.

Will let you sleep in his bed if you have a bad dream.

Yes Charly can come too

Shit Nods squeezing himself in there too

First day of schooling?

Ooo...he's worried about that one

No Charly to be with you, no one to keep that sass held back a little

Turns out you didn't want to go.

You cried- alot

"I don't want you to go!"

"I'll be back in a few hours. I promise -"

Holding onto him, she cried harder, "No! I don't want you to go!"

Only got you to stop crying with removing the creast from his helmet he had in hand

"See. I'll always be in here." He spoke tapping the metal.

"Really?" She asked, he wipping the big drew drop sized tears.

Ronin nodded, "It'll keep you safe. Like I do."

Y/n nodded as he kissed her head.

"No leafman-" he started

"Is truly alone." She finished as he smiled at her.

"Now. Go. I don't believe in anyone more than I do you."

Turns out school wasn't bad, and you were excited to do it again.

Bad idea on giving you the crest: you simply haven't let go of it

During school hours especially, holding it while your eating: while your at playtime standing alone. Its in your pocket if you have to use both hands

During anytime your at home your more leniate with it: sits at the table by your spot at the table, or under your pillow if you want a good dream, or on your dresser if your drying it from being freshly cleaned and polished.

Alot of kids repeat stuff from there parents. So alot of people ask if your moms Queen Tara

"I don't know Queen Tara." Y/n answered.

"Sure you do! You're her daughter!"

Y/n shook her head no, "she's not! My Dad's My mom and dad!"

"My mama says you're a half breed." A girl spoke up

"I am not!

"Yeah, you have that werid colored eyes because you're from Wraithwood!" A boy added.

"I am not!"

"My Momma said your momma got attacked by your daddy from Wraithwood, and that's why you're a half breed!" A third.

"I am not!"

"Yeah, you are! Momma says that the only reason Commander Ronin takes care of you is because they didn't wanna spread rumors!" The girl again, "the same thing with your brother! Your daddy probably killed his daddy!"

"That's not true! My Dad's My dad! My dad wouldn't abandoned me!" Y/n shouted, "My dad wouldnt hurt anyone!"

"He's not even your dad!-"

Then all the sudden your in trouble.

Like big trouble.

Punched someone in the face trouble.

And Nod's there to get you instead of Ronin

He gets the silent treatment as he walks the two of you home

You can sure Ronin's PISSED when he gets home

He's let you hang around "soilders" for too long

He's actually never yelled at you before.

Then again you've never gone to school before

Watching you physically flinch as he's yelled at you trying to get an answer out of you stopped him in his tracks

He's absolutely floored

Deadstop

What the fuck did you flinch for? Did you think he was gonna hit you? He's never hit you before?! Why would he do it now-

His response is shutting down: nothing like this has ever happened before and his shutting down is building up walls.

Seems you've latched onto that idea after the first time he yelled at you.

You stay away from him: you didn't show up to dinner so Nod brought you some.

Your hiding under the bed.

And he sits against the bed, a plate close enough for you to grab on the floor.

"Whats wrong baby bean?" Nod asked, yet she was quick to grab the food.

"Dad hates me...I'm not even his...." She responded, looking down at her favorite meal made, it only upset her more and she pushed it back out from under the bed.

"Ronin could never hate you." Nod answered, "He loves you, in his own way...sure-"

"Yeah? And I'm not even his."

"Y/n your his everything."

"Then why is everyone saying he hurt someone. And I'm not his."

It takes Nod a solid few mintues to figure out whats actually going on

He's realizing kids are most likely repeating there parents gossip

Which is lies anyways.

But it looks like you need more time than anything

So when he leaves and you're left in your room by yourself with Charly

You end up eating dinner with your hands, your aphid eating off the plate with you

Ronin's surpised to find a plate washing and air dried in the bathroom the next morning.

"Where'd this come from?"

Nod leaned against the doorframe rubbing the tired our his eyes: "Mhm? Y/n's probably."

"On the sink top?"

"Look, be glad she's okay, alright?" Nod argued, "She had a rough day yesterday."

"She had a rough day?" Ronin asked sarcastically, "Nod she floored a kid-"

"Alright. Yeah, whatever." Nod answered, rubbing his face as he slipped away for caffine.

So...with the thought now in his mind he went to go see how your doing.

Sleeping most likeky

Yet he finds an empty bed, and an open window.

"Y/n?" Ronin asked, no answer: and his worry spiked, "y/n-"

Yet the chirp of an aphid caught his attention as it slipped from under the bed to stretch, and Ronin was quick to kneel down and look under the bed.

There you were asleep and hiding, as far back as you could against the wall

So he does what ever dad does.

Moves the bed to get to you.

You're still sleeping when he picks you up

Your head on his shoulder and little legs wrapped around him.

Okay, maybe he wants to hold you like a baby again: it makes him sad almost, how fast you grew up.

You wake up but stay silent: After all your father hadn't held you in quiet a while.

#x reader #ronin & reader #Father!Ronin #epic 2013 fanfic #ronin epic #x female reader #epic 2013 #fanfic #epic 2013 x reader #epic nod #epic tara #epic finn

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nohoney · 1 year

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continuing off from this post with keigo

tw: drug use (weed -> edibles)

there is such a thing as being too high.

and you learned this in the form of cute little cupcakes that your boyfriend baked. it was always fun to buy edibles of different forms like in cookies or gummies but keigo wanted to try his hand at actually baking his own just to see if he was any good.

unfortunately he couldn’t bake inside the apartment since the smell of the cannabutter would be too potent and cause the neighbors to complain. but luckily he had a friend that allowed him to borrow his house to make the cannabutter first and then come back a second time to bake the little goods. all they asked was just to give him a sample of his treats as payment.

so you were eagerly waiting for your boyfriend to come back, wondering what kind of baked good he was going to return with. there was an array of saved videos of all different kinds of recipes that you were looking over on his account and you were trying to guess which one keigo had chosen.

“dovey, i’m back!”

you practically sprung up from the couch to greet your boyfriend and squealed over the small tray of cupcakes that he was carrying. “oooh ooh! are those it? can i have one?” you ask with a little too much excitement and forget that you should actually greet your boyfriend home, “i want it!”

“heeey, no ‘welcome home baby’? you’re hurting my feelings here!” keigo teases you as he takes off his shoes and hangs his keys on the coatrack. he gives you a quick peck and sets the tray down on the kitchen countertop. you count eight yellow confetti cupcakes and a little smear of white frosting on top. you’re about to lift the clear plastic cover to smell them but keigo playfully smacks your hand away. “ah ah, we’re eating dinner first.”

how dare he! you gasp in fake offense and quip with him that if he really loved you then he would let you have one treat right now. of course it’s a joke and you compliment the little baked goods that you know he worked hard to make. “you could have just bought the butter, you know. no one said you had to be extra and make it.”

keigo just shrugs his shoulders and gives you a cheeky smile; he just wants the satisfaction to say that he made it himself.

once again your eagerness shows as soon as dinner is over and the table is cleared off, all giddy and giggly over homemade edibles. you and your boyfriend each take one with a little ‘cheers’ to one another before eating them. about an hour and a half later, the two of you are slumped on the couch together and watching an animated kids movie. your eyes feel heavy and you know that you have a stupid smile on your face from how good you feel.

you’re high but not too high.

it’s just right.

“alright baby, i gotta get ready for bed. i have an early call tomorrow i need to set up for.” keigo announces as he stands up on his feet and stretches briefly. “don’t stay up too late, okay?”

“i won’t. can you put on my show please? the one with the weird girl and her cat-puppy pet?” you ask of him as you get comfortable onto the couch, fluffing up the soft pillows and pulling the throw blanket over yourself.

keigo puts on the show for you before kissing your forehead and starts his night routine. you’re still watching your show when he calls out ‘love you’ before he steps into the bedroom to sleep. you return his ‘love you’ with your own and stay up for another hour, deciding to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

you look at the cupcakes that keigo had left out, lifting the lid quietly and take a second edible thinking that taking one more wouldn’t hurt you.

all you remember vaguely is thinking very intensely about learning different languages all of a sudden and then trying to play on your game system to tire yourself out, realizing after who knows how long that you were staring at the start menu and not actually tending to your little animal island. then just setting the game down and trying to get more water from the kitchen when you realized how thirsty you were.

and then nothing after that.

“dove… dovey! (name)!”

you startle awake, your mind still feeling like cotton but much less stuffed than when you had passed out. getting your bearings in order, your mind feels very bleary as you attempt to rise up from the… bed? you don’t remember taking yourself to the bed at all. “i’m… super high still…”

“baby,” keigo’s concern is evident on his face as he bends down to your level, petting your hair and helping you to sit up, “do you remember how many cupcakes you ate?”

you hold up two fingers to your boyfriend.

“you had four.”

your eyes widen in surprise and you shake your head. “nuh-uh, say you’re lying.”

keigo nods his head and lifts a glass of water to you. as you take a drink, he explains what he saw from his end. “i woke up this morning, kissed you before i left and then i headed out. i texted you a few times but i figured you must have been too busy. then i came home and i found you in bed and still in the same position from when i had left.”

there’s no way you were that stupid to eat two more! what hell compelled you to do such a thing?!

“there’s only three left in the tray when i found it in the kitchen and three cups in the kitchen sink. seems like every time you went to get a glass of water, you’d just pick one up too.”

no way, no fucking way! that means you skipped work! all because you were too damn high!!

your phone is on the nightstand and you grab it, expecting to see texts from your manager or co-workers. but all you see is just a single text from your manager that said ‘no worries, let me know if you need an extra day!’

you don’t remember sending the text to your manager that you weren’t feeling well because you started your period.

“gotta say dovey, i’m kinda impressed that you were responsible enough to call out.” keigo takes the glass of water and sets it down. “let’s get some food in you, okay?”

resting on the couch while keigo fixes up a plate of food for you, you can’t help feeling a touch embarrassed over such a thing. it’s not necessarily a terrible experience but for a while you can’t stand the sight of little cupcakes. you can’t tell if this is worse than when you ripped a bong too hard and fell down into a flower bush after swearing you were just fine.

“i um… think i wanna take a little break from edibles.”

“of course baby.” keigo coos over you, hoping that you’ll get over this soon so that the two of you can laugh about it together.

-yes this happened to me (;￣▽￣)

#here’s my embarrassing edibles experience #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo x reader #hawks fluff

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pupphe-additions · 23 days

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✾Jazlyn’s Relationship With (G)I-DLE✾

Jazlyn x Soyeon (SoJa)

Quote: “The best memories come from bad ideas done with best friends.” Dynamic: Softies

Soyeon’s contact in Jazlyn’s phone is “Lovely Leader”

They are known to watch anime and cartoons together and often will sleep together if they are in the same room.

Soyeon is always showing a very gentle side of herself when she’s with Jazlyn and she will often dote on her without realizing.

Soyeon always calls Jazlyn her baby and Jazlyn often calls her Mother Soyeon or baby girl depending on how she is feeling at the time.

Jazlyn likes to sit with Soyeon while she produces music because she finds the energy in the room to be very calming.

On long days Jazlyn tends to go to Soyeon to relax as Soyeon doesn’t rush Jazlyn in talking about her emotions.

Soyeon likes to help Jazlyn when she wants to produce music.

Jazlyn likes to jokingly and lovingly tease Soyeon for being short, even though she isn’t much taller than her.

Soyeon tends to be rather protective of Jazlyn.

Jazlyn enjoys “bugging” Soyeon and trying to annoy her but Soyeon finds her very cute and never gets bothered by her presence.

Jazlyn and Soyeon have matching pjs that Soyeon herself picked out.

Jazlyn isn’t intimidated by Soyeon and never has been, she said that they never butt heads as trainees and because of that they’ve always been kinda close.

Jazlyn and Soyeon like to “spill tea” when together.

Jazlyn doesn’t flirt with Soyeon when cameras are on, but when they are off she often is extremely flirty with her.

They like to hold hands especially when Jazlyn is feeling nervous.

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Jazlyn x Miyeon (MiMine)

Quote: “Admit it, life would be boring without me.” Dynamic: Best Friends

Miyeon’s contact in Jazlyn’s phone is “Pretty Miyeon”

Miyeon and Jazlyn tend to go on friend dates where they eat food and share milk tea.

Jazlyn likes to ask Miyeon for her opinion of her song lyrics.

Miyeon likes when Jazlyn plays with her hair and has said that’s when she’s most relaxed.

They constantly compliment each other and show each other love.

Jazlyn spends a lot of her free time following Miyeon like a lost puppy.

Jazlyn really enjoys taking photographs of Miyeon and Miyeon will often post them on her instagram.

Jazlyn says that Miyeon is one of the members she is closest to.

When Jazlyn feels overwhelmed and has time to, she will crochet for Miyeon.

Jazlyn says of all the members, since she’s moved out of the dorms, Miyeon visits her the most and they sometimes will sleep together in the same bed after practice.

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Jazlyn x Minnie (JasNie)

Quote: “I like you because you’re weird, like me.” Dynamic: Down Bad Duo

Minnie’s contact in Jazlyn’s phone is “Thai Goddess”

They always are taking photos of each other and will often post them on instagram.

Jazlyn enjoys taking “girlfriend aesthetic” photos of Minnie and has an entire folder dedicated to them.

Jazlyn and Minnie always go shopping together and will likely be what the duo is doing during free time they have together.

Minnie enjoys teasing Jazlyn since she started learning Thai. Minnie says it’s really sweet and that her tone when she speaks Thai is very attractive and cute.

Jazlyn and Minnie are extremely affectionate with one another and Minnie likes to give Jazlyn back hugs.

Jazlyn and Minnie exchange playlists once a month to see what the other is listening to at the moment.

Jazlyn said that if it weren’t for Minnie she’d never know how to express herself as she really helped Jazlyn get out of her shell.

Minnie says that Jazlyn is her favorite crazy cat lady and likes to give her kisses.

Jazlyn enjoys holding hands with Minnie when she feels anxious or overwhelmed on stage.

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Jazlyn x Yuqi (YuLyn)

Quote: “Real friends don’t get offended when you insult them. They smile and call you something even more offensive.” Dynamic: Platonic Soulmates

Yuqi’s contact in Jazlyn’s phone is “My Queen Yuqi”

Yuqi and Jazlyn always dance together.

Jazlyn says when she’s over stimulated Yuqi always seems to know what to do and always helps calm her nerves.

Jazlyn tends to dote on Yuqi and she finds Yuqi to be extremely cute.

Jazlyn says there’s never a dull moment when she’s with Yuqi.

Often call each other soulmates when referring to one another.

Jazlyn says that she always tells Yuqi everything and she said that she feels like she can trust Yuqi with anything and everything.

Yuqi always encourages Jazlyn to push herself to better herself as a person.

Yuqi often compares Jazlyn to a rescue dog, saying that Jazlyn sometimes needs extra love and guidance.

They go on friend dates at least once a week and don’t like leaving each other’s side especially after Soojin left the group.

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Jazlyn x Shuhua (ShuLyn)

Quote: “Maybe I can’t stop the downpour, but I will always join you for a walk in the rain.” Dynamic: Crazy Energy Duo

Shuhua’s contact in Jazlyn’s phone is “Princess Maknae”

4D personality duo.

They enjoy watching dramas when they have free time together.

Jazlyn likes to dote on Shuhua and always calls her cute anytime she sees Shuhua.

Jazlyn says she enjoys watching Shuhua practice her acting.

Shuhua enjoys kissing Jazlyn on the cheek when they first see each other in the morning.

Shuhua always has Jazlyn make them ramen when they are together and Jazlyn always makes sure to do it.

Jazlyn likes to grab Shuhua’s butt sometimes.

Shuhua vents to Jazlyn a lot as she says that Jazlyn is really good at listening even if she may not be perfect at helping with how to make her feel better.

Jazlyn always praises Shuhua no matter how minor the task Shuhua did was.

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Jazlyn x Former Member Soojin (SooMine)

Quote: “Memories with the right people will always remain priceless.” Dynamic: Sun and Moon

Soojin’s contact in Jazlyn’s phone is “My Muse”

Soojin and Jazlyn have always been extremely close and were inseparable when together.

Jazlyn said the only reason she has Jellybean is because Soojin had gotten him as a gift for her and she’s very thankful to Soojin for it.

Soojin and Jazlyn talked often about how Jazlyn wanted a maine coon and how it was her dream cat, so Soojin got her a kitten as a surprise not realizing Jazlyn just got herself an elf cat shortly before.

Soojin always makes Jazlyn food when they are together.

Jazlyn asks Soojin to send her videos of her doing makeup so she can learn how to do her own makeup better.

Even though Soojin is no longer a part of the group, Jazlyn still talks to her daily and always makes time for each other.

Jazlyn admitted that Soojin visits her regularly at her apartment and that she has separation anxiety from Soojin.

These two never really try to hide how close they are and sing each other's praises constantly.

Jazlyn is very overprotective of Soojin and would do anything to keep her safe.

Jazlyn and Soojin always say “I love you” before they hang up or leave.

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divine-misfortune · 11 months

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This is your excuse, please bestow the gaming thoughts

So since my initial post turned into me writing raindrop being stupid and soft, I'm going to be dropping my more rambly thoughts relating to elden ring in particular here. This is gonna be long, probably-

I think class wise, Rain started off as a warrior - a dexterity based dual wielding class.

I think he ended up getting pretty fond of the twin blades and dropped the dual scimitar in favor of the twin. He strikes me as the type of person to insist that bleed builds are overpowered, yet still use bleed builds because if it works, it works.

Dew laughed at him when he entered the open world and instantly got called maidenless, Rain elbowed him for that one.

Rain also stupidly fell into the trap of the Tree Sentinel, a large man on a horse patrolling the starting path to the first church. You think you're supposed to fight him. You are not. He will rock your shit. Rain got his shit rocked.

Also if you've never experienced it, please know that if you do trigger the sentinel, the music goes from this to this very suddenly and the first time it happens it is an actual Heart Attack seeing this fucker running at you.

Rain's favorite area of the game was Liurnia of the Lakes for obvious reasons.

Like, c'mon look at that! It's a very cool area with a lot of hidden stuff around. He spent so much time exploring all the half sunken buildings and cathedrals.

I think the first time he ran into the crayfish, he thought they were silly and sort of cute but that lasted all of thirty seconds before he got absolutely bodied by three of them at once and lost a hefty amount of runes.

Images taken seconds before disaster:

Now Rain has to kill the damn things out of spite when he sees them. Fuck those guys.

Dew doesn't really follow the lore, and despite Rain explaining to the best of his ability, he still doesn't understand it. But Rain seems happy enough to talk about it, so he'll listen, even if he's confused as all hell.

He DOES however really enjoy the scenery of the game. His favorite area was probably The Eternal City of Nokron.

A place underground with an artificial night sky. Rain idled in this area a lot, just because Dew wanted to look at it a little longer.

The boss fight that Rain had the worst time with was absolutely Mohg Lord of Blood. He got so fucking mad in the second phase where your health is suddenly drained and the boss regains his.

The first time he was fighting him, and that happened, he audibly gasped in offense and yelled "you cheating bitch-".

His favorite fight was probably Rykard Lord of Blasphemy. It's sort of like the games gimmick fight? You get a cool spear out of it.

Also that's a fucked up looking snake.

Both of them mutually agreed Ranni was their favorite NPC.

Dew's first take on her was "she's blue like you-" and Rain couldn't help but laugh at that. It was a little silly, but endearing. It led to Dew adopting the pet name doll, which makes Rain roll his eyes but he's still grinning.

Dew tends to leave the game alone because these types of things are hard but there was one time Rain left to go to the bathroom and Dew got really curious and picked up the controller. Five minutes. Five minutes alone and he accidentally managed to summon a dragon.

You cannot pause these games either. Oh he mega fucked up-

#void rambles #answered

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in-for-a-pennyx · 2 years

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Going to Scotland with Pedro boys.

This is very random yet very specific but it's been knocking around in my head for ages and I needed to get it out. I'm not entirely sure what this is but it's half headcanons, half imagines? Drabbles? I don't know what to call them. But here they are!

A/N: I'm not Scottish and I don't live in Scotland so I apologise if this is offensive 😅. I do live nearby though and absolutely love visiting. It's one of my favourite places. This is my first piece of writing and contribution to Pedro's fandom so please be gentle! I'm sorry if it comes across as muddled but this concept has been banging around in my head for so long and I really wanted to get it out.

Javier Peña - It's the first proper holiday Javier's taken in ages and the first time he's flown across the pond. You've always wanted to go and you'd put your foot down that both of you needed a break. Javi is always reluctant to travel for pleasure so he needed a bit of convincing but he'd go anywhere with you, really. You'd thrown in a "road trip!" and he was a bit more amenable after that. Plus Javi wouldn't mind trying some Scotch straight from the source.

Javier loves long drives so you both decide to drive the North Coast 500 route along the north coast of Scotland and through some of the Highlands, stopping in small villages and the cutest BnB's. Some of the drive reminds Javi of the route from Bogotá to Medellín, especially when it rains and the vegetation turns a lush green colour. The parts you drive through are sparsely populated and Javi loves the feeling of solitude: he loves the comfortable silence you share. He feels safe in it. Some days are cold and windy and it won't stop raining and the food is a bit... interesting in parts (Haggis?!) but you're with Javi and he's warm and relaxed and present and you're sharing a flask of whisky sitting in the open boot of your car with his arms around you looking out at the sea and there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

Ezra - Being the traveler that he is, Ezra has been to Scotland numerous times and he's excited to take you. He tends to visit around Burns Night in January. Sure, he likes Robert Burns’ poetry but what he really loves about the whole thing is the national celebration of a ‘Bard’. It nurtures him to be surrounded by such reverence for storytelling. Ezra usually attends various events in Edinburgh and is thrilled to be taking you. It’s January, which means the weather is freezing so a Burns Night supper of Haggis, neeps and tatties (haggis, turnips and potatoes) in a cozy pub next to a crackling fire is the perfect way to warm up your bones, bellies and hearts. With whisky-warmed cheeks and fire-lit eyes, you’re the most beautiful creature Ezra has ever seen.

Dieter Bravo - Dieter wanted to visit Scotland when he was in the UK shooting for Cliff Beasts 6 but it was during the pandemic so of course he couldn’t. He’s somehow never had the opportunity to ever film there. Two films that really made a mark on Dieter were incidentally Scottish. He wanted to entertain big like Braveheart but also do the gritty, more indie films like Trainspotting. He’s good mates with Ewan McGregor now but please don’t talk to him about Mel Gibson.

You both visit one summer after the pandemic when he’s shooting another movie in London. He’s instantly obsessed with kilts and wants to wear one everywhere. “Easy access for you, sweetheart”, he smirks and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. He’s not entirely wrong though. You’re lost in (sexy) thought when you find out he’s invested in a Highland Cow farm. “They’re so cute and fluffy! Just look at them!”, he half coos, half sobs. The next time he visits, Dieter wants to go to the Shetland Islands to see Shetland ponies because animals are clearly cuter in Scotland. You have a feeling his resolve will be tested once he finds out just how remote the Shetland Islands are.

Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels - Always one to mix business and pleasure, Jack takes you to Scotland on a Statesman business trip. He has meetings with various whisky distilleries and he takes you along. You get your own private tour of the best whisky distilleries in Scotland. Jack still insists that Kentucky Bourbon is superior even though he secretly loves scotch. “What can I say darlin’, you can take a cowboy out of Kentucky, but can’t take Kentucky out of a cowboy”, he quips. But the actual reason for this visit is to meet Merlin for some Kingsman business. Merlin needs Jack to visit an old Kingsman’s lodge in the countryside. It’s a long drive but you enjoy it nonetheless as you get some time together with Jack - just you and him.

Max Phillips - Max, in true Max fashion, knows the Loch Ness monster. He has visited her off and on over the years and could probably introduce you if you wanted. Uhhh, you’ll have to think about it. “Oh c’mon sweetcheeks, it’ll be fun! Don’t be such a party pooper. Nessy’s just the sweetest", he pesters you. Yes, he does call the Loch Ness monster Nessy. He thinks it’s adorable. Doesn’t get why Bella was so offended in those books.

“Now, the vampires there? I’m not gonna lie, they’re on another level. Fucking brutal, man. I’m practically a saint compared to them.”

“What? Oh don’t worry babycakes, I’ll be your vampire in shining armour.”

Pero Tovar - Pero has been to Scotland before but he’s never really talked about it. You figured he must've stopped over while visiting his friend William in Ireland. Pero's talked about William but you've never met him. Once you’re in Scotland and planning some day trips, Pero mumbles something about a group of stones and time travel, and that you should avoid them. You swear it sounds like the plot of your favourite TV series but there's no way Pero would've known that as he hardly watches TV. You look at him questioningly but he turns away with a sheepish look. Oh boy, it's about to be a long walk and a longer conversation.

Oberyn - you mean The North? Why would you want to go somewhere so cold and bleak? London's more his scene. “King’s Landing”, he corrects you.

Dave York - You're surprised when he suggests a holiday, that too in another country. Usually he travels alone for work, and if it's family holidays, he'd rather go places he can drive as it's easier to manage with the girls.

You visit a few different cities and stay in lovely hotels. A few mornings you find Dave’s side of the bed empty but you just assume he’s gone for a run. But one day you find blood on his t-shirt while he’s in the shower after he returns. The stain doesn’t seem to be one caused by a fall or a cut. There’s just too much of it. You don’t ask him any details as you don’t want to spoil the rest of the day. A few hours later there’s news of an oil tycoon being murdered in a university town near you. The one where Prince William had studied. St Andrews - yes. Apparently it was graduation season and the man was in town for his son’s graduation. So it was work then, you sigh. And here you thought Dave was taking you on a holiday. Oh well. You better get the blood out of the t-shirt before housekeeping comes along.

Javi G - Javi flies you privately to Scotland and rents a whole castle for your romantic getaway together. He treats you like a princess and arranges for the best of everything to be available for you. During one of your strolls in the castle gardens, he gets down on one knee and proposes to you. You’re absolutely taken aback and all but shout “Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”. Oh, you’ve never been happier. Javi flies in both your friends and families to celebrate. An actual ball is arranged and you have to pinch yourself multiple times to believe that it’s all real, it’s all happening. That this generous, loving, sincere man is going to be your husband.

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pawerzxx · 5 months

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⭐️ Hello! :3

! PRO/COMSHIPPERS DNI !

Fandoms im in:

• Smile precure

• Sailor moon

• Winx club

• Cardcaptor sakura

• Super sonico

• Scott pilgrim vs the world

• My daemon

• Blue eyed samurai

And more! I have different styles. And I love being feminine. Please do not say I'm a femboy. Some of y'all can't tell the difference between a feminine boy between a roseboy. (Roseboys don't like being called femboys.) I love wearing skirts and dressed sometimes. Tights are cute, too (they aren't that similar to stockings.)

Alfreds playhouse fans dni please, I don't want to hear about it. It makes me uncomfortable.

‼️ Lolicons/shotacons are out. I hate them. It's weird. (DNI "IRL" LOLICONS/SHOTACONS, PPL WHO LIKE THEM CAN NOT INTERACT. PLEASE BLOCK ME) ‼️

🍭 I love comedy. Open season is my favorite comedy movie. My favorite cartoons are teenage mutant ninja turtles, the amazing world of gumbal, Powerpuff girls, fairy odd parents, (kind of) Ben 10, Kimpossible, T.U.F.F puppy, super robot monkey team hyper force go! + more

I am autistic and have adhd, I also have ptsd.

I may not understand jokes. Please don't be rude. I may get angry easily too, do not take offense to anything I say if I say something mean. I don't tend to mean it!

My favorite youtubers:

Coryxkenshin

Flamingo

Kubz scouts

Film Cooper

Coy

Chad Chad

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I love vocaloid, fan since 2016! I love hatsune miku, and my favorite utua is nanine iro! My favorite ship is gakukai.

I don't judge ships, only if it's not an illegal ship or if you make it toxic. (adult x minor is not allowed here.)

That is all :3

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dekusleftsock · 2 years

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This is a silly question/topic so feel free to take your time, mostly propelled by a need to share observations on my part XD. Whenever I see adult pro hero Deku art, I only like the ones who keep Deku's haircut or make it longer. I've tried, but I just don't like Deku with an undercut. Then I noticed something cute: I love parallels between Shigaraki and Deku, and older Deku growing his hair out would be a cute parallel to Shigaraki and Deku growing to understand him. Do you think that would look cool? Side Note: I'm a bit of a fashion critic, so I often go looking at hairstyles and outfits. In general modern men's fashion is often lacking creativity compared to previous generations. I tried looking at androgynous fashion, but often it tended to be...oddly very gendered instead. It tries to use very traditionally masculine and feminine fashion instead of creating a unique look instead. This is not meant to be offensive in any sort of way, just an observation of mine. In my experience, fashion and beauty is at it's best when you create looks that work with your body instead of against it. Then again, regardless of gender a lot of fashion fails for me because it tries to force people to fit the outfit instead of making an outfit that works with the person. Interestingly enough, that's why celebrities often look so much more amazing in outfits than common people do. They often get outfits tailor made for them, with their bodies and strengths in mind. From what I've seen as an outsider, androgynous outfits have a tendency to fall flat because they try to make the person fit the outfit/agenda instead of creating an androgynous outfit that perfectly fits whoever that person actually is. Oddly enough, this is why I don't usually like short haired Deku. He's a chaotic mess and his hair adds to the impression, giving him short hair takes some of those qualities away. Katsuki's outfit works with me for the same reason. Some people have mentioned it having some androgynous hints to it, I think it works because it compliments him as a person instead of trying to force him to be something he isn't. I was wondering what someone who is actually trans would think though, since these are just me observations as a fashion nerd. Again, none of this is meant to offend. It's just an odd observation I've made about the mistakes people make when considering fashion and beauty of any type.

I actually love the idea of deku with long hair! I honestly have for a long time. It’s sad to see close to no one who actually like, draws him that way.

I’m not super great at fashion, but I definitely agree that things just aren’t made for peoples bodies. Instead they’re made to shape them in a way that fits the beauty standard (which is why I’m also really concerned about low rise jeans coming back into fashion. Bc of ED’s)

As for my opinions of androgynous fashion, I feel like people nowadays only perceive womens clothing as, yknow, womens clothing, and mens clothing is more so seen as androgynous. It’s probably due to the uptick in women wearing cheap working clothes (jeans mostly) during the 50’s. Ww2 happened, all the men were out at war, etc etc we know all that.

So because of this pre conceived notion that everyone wears jeans, hoodies and whatever else, than THAT must be androgynous clothing. When in reality, all clothing is androgynous! Frilly pink skirts are just as androgynous as overalls or something else.

It’s also made to cover up parts of your body. Specifically breasts because people don’t actually see non binary people as non binary and more just see them as “woman lite”. People being born male and therefore having to do other things to appear more androgynous just doesn’t exist to them.

And god forbid someone with breasts where ANYTHING that shows they exist in any light. You’re called a trender or some other stupid name.

But, back to Izuku and Katsuki, I love how both of their designs fit their characters. I think the reason why Katsuki’s hair and clothes actually fit HIM is because his parents are fashion designers. He yells at deku in one of the exclusive comics for the newest movie about how he can’t add a cape to his undercover clothes lol. I think he was talking about both practicality and also just how it would look.

I think that’s also why Izuku is.. uhm, himself

He’s really rocking those red shoes and knee length shorts ig

Anyway, narrative aside, god I wish horikoshi would give him even the SLIGHTEST SENSE OF FASHION AND HAIR CARE

I mean I can’t say I’m much better (I’ve got the straightest of straight hair alive lmfao. My hair does absolutely nothing) but like, CMON MAN-

I wish he would just grow it out. The undercut idea people have is just absolutely horrendous imo. Please, izuku, just grow it tf out

LIKE EITHER OF THESE SUIT HIM BETTER (mostly the one on the right) AND IT FITS NARRATIVELY

Another design pet peeve I have with the fandom is just how burly they wanna make him, which I am just, not at all okay with. Izuku represents healing from toxic masculinity, why tf would he be the most grade A definition of “the male gaze”? He’s not allmight, his arch is literally about not being allmight. Men are ALLOWED TO BE SHORT. They are ALLOWED TO NOT LOOK VISIBLY STRONG. Another example about how people just let the male gaze and patriarchy get in the way of characters who are supposed to directly contradict that! Yay!

People will be like “oh deku should learn how to be his own hero, hero society is failing him” and then in the same breath will say that he would be burly, number 1 in the leader boards always, he’s the symbol of peace, hope, etc

IDK GUYS

MAYBE THERE JUST SHOULDNT BE A SYMBOL FOR ANYTHING BC INDIVIDUALITY DOES NOTHING????

#this was all in an Americans pov but whatever lol #bias always exists what can I sa #bkdk #midoriya izuku #mha deku #bkdk brainrot #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #bnha deku #mha analysis

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limitless-rose · 1 year

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Stray Kids as weird habits/quirks of mine:

Yes, that's how I act, I'm sorry 🙃

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˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Bang Chan: Randomly flirting on accident but unable to actually flirt on command. I can openly make 'flirty/suggestive' comments and throw 3 (very) inappropriate jokes in a row to casually respond in a conversation, to the point where my male friends keep assuming I'm flirting with them (I'm really not, that's how I act around people In comfortable with). But if you put me in front of someone I have a crush on, I become hella awkward, I can't even ask them a casual question without somehow messing up, make it make sense 🤷‍♀️ (why did Daddy Issues start playing while I was typing this last part, ffs)

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Lee Know: Passive aggressive, semi offensive, sarcastic but still caring comments. Well, just being 'cold' and moody in general. At this point, I get a genuine compliment and turn it into a self depricating joke. Even in deep, meaningful conversations, I tend to throw in dark comments. My fellow STAY friend has actually said that I give off Lee Know energy sooo here it is, I guess 😅

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Changbin: Talking loud and fast when I'm excited. Like, I could just be casually talking to my friends about, let's say, cartoons, and once I find out we all watch the same thing, I verbally keyboard smash, lol (you should see me when I find out people I hang out with listen to artists I really like, the other day I found out a girl we met recently is a fan of Weekend and Chase Atlantic, and the scream I let out, gosh). I also do this when I'm really irritated, annoy me enough (or talk shit about something I'm passionate about) and I'm competing with Jisung Changbin Seungmin on who can talk the fastest. I'm talking angry rapper Kim Seokjin level, that's how I am 😂

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Hyunjin: Doing my makeup and dressing up when I'm home alone for no apparent reason. Mainly during spring/summer, because in the winter I'm a depressed potato sack, mood so low I procrastinate getting out of bed 🤣 But yeah, it makes no sense, I take my time to get dolled up just to take a hundred selfies (half of which I hate and probably delete) and then go back to watching dramas while eating takeout in my hoodie. Stupid but honestly a nice little confidence boost, a fun activity between crying sessions imo.

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Han: Platonically calling my close friends 'babes', 'honey', 'lovely/my love', 'sweetheart' etc (I have also considered using 'papi chulo' as a joke 😂) It just happens mid-convo, especially when a friend can't decide on something. Usually in a passive-aggressive tone, like "Sweetheart, we talked about this a million times already, can you shut up?" or "My love, can you please wait for ONE fucking moment so I can finish doing this?" (and then I use 'dude' and 'bro' romantically, wow Noni, you and your weird brain 👏)

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Felix: Baking sweets out of the blue and sharing them with friends/family. I find it surprisingly relaxing compared to cooking (why does it feel so fast paced, lol) and seeing people enjoying what I've made makes me really happy 😊 Not saying I dislike cooking, I'd just rather make chocolate chip cookies at my own pace than stress over the second failed fried egg and the burned bacon 🙂

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Seungmin: Jotting down my dreams either in my notes app or in a journal (if they're interesting enough) mostly because I leave sarcastic remarks on them in the margins (might make a post about that) So when I want to have a laugh, I go back to them because they're so random and stupid but they always crack me up 😅

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ I.N: Collecting plushies. Listen, I'm a simple person; I see something adorable and really cuddly, I buy it (if only it was this easy with relationships too, lmao). I can't help myself when I see cute things, especially with stuffies, like look at their eyes and their small smile and their fluffy bodies and their little arms, so cuteeeee 🥺 Yes, I already have a bunch of teddy bears and other plushies but that won't stop me from getting more of these cuties (also I really want a SKZOO? Like look at them, they're adorbz 💕 but I can't choose between Wolfchan and PuppyM 😭)

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Hope you enjoyed this post 🖤

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kingarmorking · 2 years

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The Accident - Danny Hon AU (Part 2)

im so sorry this took so long to get out OTL (here’s part one if you need to re-read)

Danny was… not doing well. His body ached and he felt like he could still feel jolts of electricity coursing through his body, it was especially prevalent as he got himself out of the RV. He barely hid the winces of pain as he climbed out of the vehicle.

The Lunar New Year was being held at his uncle’s house this year, Il-Seong Seo and while Danny couldn’t say he was particularly close with him he was nice enough and made Danny feel better about taking his time about becoming an astronaut considering the man was still taking college classes to become a professor. On the other hand he was looking forward to seeing his cousins again; he had three in particular he wanted to see Ha-Jun on his mother’s side and then the twins Seo-Hyeon and Eun-Jung on his father’s.

Ha-Jun was a cute kid and she was always looking forward to seeing Danny for their “yearly ghost reports” as they called them, it was mostly him just updating her on the ghost research his parents did. He couldn’t say the same of her parents unfortunately, they were less than pleased about the research finding it a waste of time and money.

Seo-Hyeon and Eun-Jung, or Silver as he liked to be called, were older than him by about four years at least (Korean ages and American ages always confused the hell out of him). Both were in college and had an apartment on the outskirts of Amity Park, they tended to skirt around the whole ghost thing with him and he appreciated them for that, he could only take so much ghost talk before getting sick of it.

The second Danny passed the threshold of the house a small body immediately ran into him and while ordinarily he could take it without issue, today was not an ordinary day. Danny let out a pained grunt and bit his lip, clenching and unclenching his hands as he rapidly blinked the tears out of his eyes.

“Danny-oppa!” Ha-Jun greeted happily, nuzzling her face into his pant leg.

Danny let out a grunt and ruffled her hair, “Hey Ha-Jun… how are you doing?” he asked.

“I think the better question here is how are you doing? Ha-Jun does this every time and you look about ready to keel over.” Seo-Hyeon and Silver both waved hello’s to the Hons, moving out of the way of the entrance.

“Yeah no offense kid you look like fuckin’ shit.” Silver stated bluntly, earning a slap from Jazz.

“Language Silver! There are children around!” she hissed.

Silver rolled his eyes, “Not like she can understand what the words mean…” he muttered before turning back to Danny, “So?”

Danny shrugged half-heartedly, “Could be worse!” he replied.

“Which means you could be better.” the twins said simultaneously.

“Ya know I’d love to play 20 questions with you two but!” Danny swallowed the jolt of pain that went through his body as he lifted Ha-Jun, earning a happy squeal, and rested her on his shoulders, “I have a little meeting to get to with Commander Ha-Jun here!”

Ha-Jun giggled and nodded, “Let’s go Pilot Danny!” she cheered, making take off sound effects as Danny ran off.

Jazz watched him go and sighed, “He’s hiding something.”

“Oh, no shit?”

“Don’t be fuckin’ rude.”

“No he’s right but as per usual our parents haven’t noticed a thing.” the three headed further into the house and Jazz glanced at them, “You’ll probably hear about it at dinner tonight but I’m willing to bet it’s got something to do with that ghost portal our parents made.”

Seo-Hyeon spluttered and looked at Jazz, her eyes wide, “Wait he actually managed to make a ghost portal?!”

“Well damn didn’t think the old man had it in him, I’ll have to make sure and pour him a drink tonight.” Silver smirked at his sister, “Which means you owe me a meal at Nasty Burger.”

“Not the time Eun-Jung.”

“If I don’t say it now you’ll feign ignorance later nuna.”

Jazz looked between the two unimpressed, “…You bet on whether or not my dad would be able to make a ghost portal.” it wasn’t a question.

“Yeah well the crazy bastard’s done a lot of impressive stuff! So I bet that he’d be able to make it!” Silver nodded proudly and Jazz could swear she saw stars come off of him. She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose about to leave the duo to themselves when Silver spoke up again, “He’ll talk about it when he wants to. I know you’re worried but don’t pressure him to talk about anything he doesn’t want to.”

Seo-Hyeon patted her shoulder and smiled softly, “Danny’s a smart kid and you’ve been looking out for him since you two were kids. He’ll definitely come to you once he’s ready.”

The three were quiet for a moment before Jazz returned the smile and nodded, “Yeah… I know it’s just…”

“Hard we know, we care about the kid as much as you do.” Silver swung his arm around Jazz’s shoulders and gave her a thumbs up, “But in the meantime how’s about we quiz ya on some of your schoolwork huh? I know who you are as a person so you probably brought some material with you, am I right or am I right?”

Jazz flushed and shoved her laughing cousin off, “Shut up! But yes I did and thank you!” she stormed off, her cheeks puffed out.

Seo-Hyeon rolled her eyes at her brother and helped him up, the two of them sparing a glance to the Hon parents before following Jazz.

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This day just seemed to be going from bad to worse and Danny was beginning to realize he didn’t get off as scot-free as he was hoping with the whole portal incident. Every time he walked into a room someone at some point would ask if someone turned the heat down, he may or may not have caused his aunt’s glass to shatter after hearing some snide remark she made regarding his dad that apparently no one else heard, the jolts of electricity that he was hoping would lessen had only gotten more frequent and his overall body just felt weak.

He was exhausted after playing with Ha-Jun and had to excuse himself to sit on the floor, letting his head rest on the back wall. Just a little bit longer Hon, then we can get some rest. Just have dinner and say hi to family in Korea. He thought as he saw his family slowly make their way into the main room to eat.

Food that would normally have him salivating now just made his stomach turn as he forced himself to eat, albeit slower than it usually was. He didn’t miss Seo-Hyeon and Silver’s concerned gazes and Jazz rubbed her hand up and down his back. He waved them off and Jazz gestured to his chest to which he quickly shook his head, leaning over to whisper, “I’m just tired, I’ll probably turn in early.”

Jazz furrowed her brow, looking like she wanted to say more but was cut off when their dad stood and clinked his glass with his fork, “Ahem! Attention everyone! I have an important announcement!” he said, or well shouted.

Danny’s head started pounding at his dad’s voice and he bit back a wince as he continued, “Now! As you all know Maddie and I have been researching extensively about wanting to bring the fight against the ghostly menace to their home turf! Well I’m proud to say that we’ve finally done it!”

“Yes Jack and I are happy to announce that we’ve created the first working portal to the Ghost Zone!” Maddie cheered, earning a round of applause from the table.

Il-Seong let out a low whistle, “That right Maddie? You sure it works?” he chuckled.

“We’re absolutely sure it works Il-Seong-oppa! In fact Danny’s the one who put the finishing touches on it to turn it on!” Maddie exclaimed.

Everyone’s eyes were on him now and he swallowed nervously, looking at his dad for help. Help he did not get for instead he said, “Yeah! Not really sure what he did but my Danny boy sure did it! In fact son why don’t you let everyone know what ya did!”

Oh this is the last thing I need… Danny thought as he tried to calm his heart rate, he hated being put on the spot like this. His headache rapidly got worse and it was too hot, the smells were too much, he ate way too damn much and the light was too fucking bright.

The lightbulb shattered causing multiple startled gasps and the last thing Danny remembered was three distinct voices shouting his name before everything went black, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud.

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As he drifted back into consciousness Danny became vaguely aware of his surroundings but more importantly, he was aware that he felt much better from before. His head no longer hurt, he didn’t feel like he was burning from the inside out and the jolts he was feeling didn’t seem to be happening any longer.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings, he was in one of the guest bedrooms and that would’ve been all well and good… if he wasn’t lying on the ceiling!

He let out a startled shout and quickly covered his mouth, pulling his hands back to stare at the pale, nearly blue, hue that they had along with the faint glow around them. The sleeves of his jokki were no longer black but a bright white while the rest of his hanbok was now a deep black.

“Wha… What the hell?” he whispered as he slowly floated, FLOATED, towards the nearby mirror. He… that wasn’t him. He had black hair and blue eyes, not… white hair and green eyes! He was practically inverted what was going on?! His ears had a slight point to them, his sclera was black and holy shit he had fangs.

He brought hand to his head and scrambled to make sense of what was going on, trying desperately to avoid the one conclusion that showed up as soon as he saw himself. He wasn’t going to acknowledge that! He was only 14, barely into high school and had his whole life ahead of him! He never even dated anyone, he… he wanted to be an astronaut…

He made his way back to where he’d woken up above the bed and swallowed thickly, what was going to happen to him now? All his life his parents talked about how ghosts were evil and were nothing but terrors to humans and now… he looked at his hands, “Now I’m one of them…?” he whispered.

He hoped he looked peaceful, the last thing he wanted his family to see was his face contorted in pain so he forced himself to look down at the bed and blinked in confusion. It was… empty? He couldn’t dwell on that for long though as his mom chose then to call, “Danny! Are you awake?” along with subsequent footsteps getting closer to the room.

No, no no no no! They couldn’t see him like this! What would they think!? They’d try to kill him again! He had to get out of here, hide something! As he frantically looked for a place to hide two white rings suddenly appeared around his waist, splitting into two separate rings going up and down his body and the next thing he knew… he landed in the bed with a grunt.

His hands looked the same as they always did, jokki was black and the rest of his hanbok was white. He looked back at the mirror and saw black instead of white and assumed his eyes were back to blue as well. What… the absolute fuck.

Maddie opened the door with her foot, her hands full of a plate of gimbap as she rushed over to him, “Danny! Are you alright, why didn’t you tell us you didn’t feel well!” she exclaimed, putting the plate down and fussing over him.

“Mom, mom eomma I feel better. Sorry I… I didn’t tell you.” Danny held his arms up as a shield and his mom let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness, you gave everyone such a fright when you collapsed…” she pulled him into a hug and squeezed him, “I’m glad you’re feeling better honey…”

Danny stiffened before slowly returning the hug, “Y-Yeah…” he managed.

He couldn’t tell them, absolutely not that was absolutely out of the question. He couldn’t tell Jazz… she’d not only worry about him more but she thought all of this wasn’t real anyway! Hate to break it to ya but it’s way more real than I’d like it to be…

The rest of his family weren’t the greatest candidates either so that left only two people. Sam and Tucker.

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jazz fenton #danny hon au #king writes #I HAVE NO EXCUSE BUT I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR IT....

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nirikeehan · 2 years

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wip wednes-ever!!!

I was tagged by @for-the-ninth a few days ago for wip whenever and then realized it was in fact Wednesday so I figured I might as well post something. 😁 Here is a meet-cute between Cullen and Thalia I have been working on because a) I realized you can demand his life story yet for dialogue tree reasons tend to give very little back and b) I don't write a lot of Thalia pre-Skyhold, when she's less sure of herself. This is an attempt to fill in some blanks, especially why Thalia was so clueless at the beginning, being controlled by me, for whom Inquisition was my first DA game.

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The Herald snuck up on him sometimes. Cullen would turn around and there she’d be, watching him while his soldiers drilled around them. She always seemed a bit unsure, peppering him with questions about the Inquisition and his place within it. He was happy to answer, though some questions made him worry that this young woman had not seen much of the world beyond the confines of her Circle. That was hardly her fault, of course, but it was a concern all the same.

Thalia had barely heard a thing about Kirkwall, for instance. Cullen explained the broad strokes to her, and then later brought it up to Cassandra — that whatever else was going on in Ostwick, the leadership kept a tight lid on the flow of information.

“That’s a good thing, I suppose,” Cassandra mused. “That way she won’t be tainted by propaganda.”

That she wasn’t, and not by much else either. Whenever Thalia returned from a field mission, she wandered about Haven, stark blue eyes huge as an owl’s, taking in her surroundings like she still couldn’t believe it was real. In the war council room, she demonstrated impressive intellect, but that rarely translated to the dazed girl he often caught watching him from a safe distance.

“You don’t have to stand there and wait for me to notice you,” he said one day, lightly to show it was no reprimand. “You can just say hello.”

“Oh.” Thalia blinked in surprise, and looked to her new boots. Josephine had replaced her torn, dirty traveling robes with beige trousers and an embroidered tailcoat, and he thought it suited her better. “I suppose I’m used to Templars making the first move.”

“I’m not a Templar,” Cullen said, a little too emphatically. “Not anymore. You are not required to treat me as such. In fact, I insist upon it.”

“Oh.” A tension in her shoulders eased. “That’s a relief. Many of them have such a high opinion of their own authority.” She paused. “No offense.”

“None taken. Can’t say I much liked that tendency in them, either.”

That drew a smile from her. “Hard to imagine you lasted with them as long as you did.”

“You’ve no idea.”

They shared a chuckle, and she looked away, blushing from the cold. Or perhaps something else. Cullen found himself studying her more closely.

“Might I ask you a question?”

“Hmm?” Thalia looked back to him, biting her lip thoughtfully. “Of course.”

“How long were you at the Circle?”

“Oh.” Her face scrunched up, as if recalling something unpleasant. “A little over a decade. My family— I was sent there when I was nearly fourteen. It was shortly before the Blight.”

Twenty-four, then. Yes, older than Cullen had been thinking. Her naïveté had less to do with her age, and more with the length of her confinement. He felt indignant on her behalf.

“Herald—” he began, struggling to articulate himself.

“Oh, please don’t call me that,” she said quickly, cutting him off. “I’m not the Herald. I’m really not much of anything. My being here is a mistake.”

She spoke with such deprecating certainty that it saddened him. “I’m not sure that’s true,” he said, frowning. “Your being here a mistake, I mean. We could debate the theology of the Herald business, of course, but that’s not the point. Whatever brought you here, you’ve risen to the occasion. That’s the important part.”

Thalia stared at him for long enough that Cullen wondered if he ought to apologize. “Thank you,” she said at last. “That means a lot.”

“You’re welcome.” Cullen felt his cheeks warming. He crossed his arms against his breastplate and cleared his throat, trying to think of something else to say.

Thalia beat him to it. She squinted up at him, an impish grin crossing her face. “If you ever want to debate the theology, though — let me know.”

He let out a surprised laugh. “Truly?”

She shrugged. “I’d be curious to see what a Templar — sorry, former Templar — thinks about the state of such things. And we weren’t exactly encouraged to share our views at the Circle, with them or anyone else.”

“Well, it’s been ages since my last Divinity class, but I might be able to provide decent conversation. Though I’m worried you’ll learn I’m a cretinous bore.”

Thalia’s eyes lit up with laughter. “Somehow I doubt that, Commander.”

That was how, a few nights later, Cullen was leading her into his tent.

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#wip wednesday #thalia trevelyan #cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #writing nonsense #this is rough but i think it has good bones as they say 🤷‍♀️

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tummymoth · 1 year

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Of (Tattoo) Guns N' Roses (2)

Chapter 2: Black Leather (read on Ao3 here)

Chapter Summary: Xie Lian has embraced the idea of living with Ruoye wholeheartedly. On his way home he stumbles upon another animal (again). He contacts the owner hoping to find them.

Additional Info: Florist! Xie Lian x Tattoo Artist!Hua Cheng, roommate!Mu Qing, personal trainer!Feng Xin, some FengQing as a treat for us, strong language, meet-cute

A/N: The fated encounter is upon us ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Word Count: 4,922

Rock ballads gently sounded from the CD player sitting on the windowsill as Xie Lian closed up shop for the day. Over the past couple of days, he had—thankfully—managed to clear out most of the clutter that had accumulated over the week, wilted leaves and all, and was sweeping up stray flower cuttings in the back room. Ruoye observed patiently from where he sat on his perch as his owner tidied up, blue eyes unblinking.

He had been coming to work with Xie Lian for several days now and was seemingly unwilling to let him leave the apartment without him. The florist had tried to leave him at home with a sweater he wore often—maybe then, Ruoye would’ve at least had something that smelled like him, and he wouldn’t be too anxious without him around.

An ired call from Mu Qing last week complaining about incessant yowling quickly proved that to be an unsuccessful idea.

“If this keeps up, that thing’s going to develop serious issues in the head,” he had insisted, much to the florist’s chagrin. “I’m going to start developing serious issues in my head.”

“Ruoye has been chatty ever since I found him. Maybe that’s just how he is…?” It was a feeble argument, but it was all Xie Lian had.

A noise of frustration could be heard from the other side of the line. Xie Lian could almost picture Mu Qing pinching the bridge of his nose while he tried to formulate a response that wasn’t too harsh. He tended to be quick to anger, but he always made it a point to not say anything offensive—unless it came to Feng Xin, of course.

“Xie Lian, there’s a difference between being chatty and yelling his head off.”

“Is there any way you could keep him calm until I get home?” the florist meekly requested. “I’m really sorry he’s causing a fuss on your day off.”

“He won’t let me—” a distant yowl was heard in the background, followed by an aggravated sigh. “He won’t let me within five feet of him before he starts spitting. And as tempting as it is to be cut to ribbons by a cat mid-meltdown, I value my arms, thank you very much.”

And so, both men had reached the understanding that Ruoye would accompany Xie Lian to work—if only to preserve the collective sanity of both cat and roommate.

Once Xie Lian had locked the back door, he grabbed his sweater off of the coat rack along with Ruoye’s leash and harness.

“Ruoye, come!” The delicate sound of metal against metal rang out as he shook the harness. It didn’t take long for him to hear the dull thump! of paws landing on hardwood. Ruoye’s tail hung loosely in the air, long white fur bouncing with each step as he padded his way toward Xie Lian.

Once he knelt and set the harness down on the floor, Ruoye sat down beside it and let the florist slide it over his back. After a few seconds of fiddling with the straps to ensure it was a snug fit, Xie Lian rewarded him with a treat—Ruoye was especially fond of the dehydrated pieces of chicken he had picked up from the pet store. Oddly enough, the cat didn’t mind the feeling of a harness secured around his body. Positive reinforcement probably didn’t hurt, but once it had been established that the mass of grey fabric didn’t pose an immediate threat, Ruoye had taken quite a liking to it.

“Okay, now shake?”

Ruoye blinked at the hand extended toward him, not making any signs of movement.

Laughing despite himself, Xie Lian gestured at the cat’s front paws. “C’mon, just like we practiced this morning, little one. You need to give me one of them.”

It took a couple more seconds and instances of tapping the floor to get the message through, but he was rewarded for his patience with a small paw gently swatting at his right palm. Claws retracted, of course.

“Good boy,” he praised, smiling and letting him eat a treat from his other hand. He extended his right hand again, just for good measure. “One more time?”

Ruoye made a couple of tentative motions in the air—almost swiping at nothing—before he gingerly placed his paw in Xie Lian’s hand. He smiled when he saw that Ruoye’s eyes never left his face. He was quicker this time. That was good.

“You learn fast,” he mused proudly as he gave Ruoye another scratch behind the ears. He hoisted himself up and, with leash in hand, made his way toward the door. “Come, time to go home.”

The door swung shut behind them, and Xie Lian locked it. Both cat and florist stepped out into an evening buzzing with the energy of a city’s nightlife gradually beginning. Most traditional businesses had already started closing their doors for the day, save for restaurants and a few miscellaneous stores. Cars whizzed past him as he made his way down the sidewalk, Ruoye trekking slightly ahead of him.

The cat wasn’t fond of loud noises, and cars were no exception. It had taken a few days of just walking together outside to get him acclimated enough to the point where he wasn’t shaking and pressing himself against Xie Lian’s legs with every step they took. For the most part, he had grown used to the steady growl of car engines driving past. Looking at him now, Ruoye seemed almost relaxed.

whHIRRR!

Ruoye immediately shrank into himself. With flat ears and fur standing on end, he pressed himself against the sidewalk as best as he could while a delivery truck thundered down the city street. Xie Lian could hardly blame him for being so startled, the noise was enough to make his teeth chatter inside his skull.

He knelt beside the cat once the truck had passed and gingerly laid a hand on his head to soothe him. Aside from the tremors vibrating through him from head to toe, Ruoye was frozen in fear. Bystanders could almost mistake him for a puff of white fluff. He gently smoothed his fur down and tried to wriggle a hand under his belly to pick him up, but the poor thing was adamant about staying low to the ground. It was about five minutes before Ruoye decided to stop digging his claws into the concrete and allowed Xie Lian to lift him into his arms.

With the cat firmly pressed against his chest and cradled in his arms, he could feel the constant twitching of overly tensed muscles. He about calming him down as best as he could with hushed reassurances and pets along his body. It wasn’t hard to walk home while carrying Ruoye by any means, but they had made so much progress with him walking with the harness, he didn’t want all of their hard work and practice to go to waste.

Eventually, the traffic died down enough that Ruoye wasn’t digging his claws into Xie Lian’s shirt (and skin) out of panic every time a car drove past. He was still unwilling to be put down, but Xie Lian figured that some progress was better than none at all. They would just have to work on walking again tomorrow, and he was okay with that. Maybe once he was able to give Ruoye some basic training, he could slowly start to build his tolerance against being left home for small amounts of time. Just for Mu Qing’s sake, in case Xie Lian had to be away and couldn’t take Ruoye with him.

The sun had finally sunk below the horizon when Xie Lian spotted movement from the corner of his eye. He didn’t think much of it. Streetlights cast weird-looking shadows on the pavement all the time, and there were always people bustling about at this hour. That is, until he heard the mad scampering of legs and saw that a mass of darkness was rapidly headed his way. He whipped around to face it, unsure of what to even expect, when—

What felt like pure muscle hurtled into his legs and effectively knocked them out from under him. His arms splayed out as he tried to find something, anything, to hold onto and break his fall. He was unable to keep carrying Ruoye and could only hope that he would land on his feet while Xie Lian landed flat on his rear. Before he could do or say anything to react, he felt the onslaught of a slobbery tongue on his face and sputtered at the unsavory feeling of the wet muscle on his skin.

This definitely wasn’t one of the stray cats he usually came across.

The shock was enough for him to regain his bearings, so he pushed his arms out in hopes of making the furry assailant back off. Undeterred, the dog continued to surge forward and lick his face, whining loudly all the while. It had two paws firmly planted against his chest, and the enthusiastic creature somehow managed to concentrate all of its weight onto those two points.

Amid of this attack, he distantly wondered where Ruoye went and prayed to whatever deity that was willing to listen that he hadn’t run off.

“Okay, okay,” he wheezed once the dog had calmed down enough to let Xie Lian gently push him away. “That’s more than enough.” He didn’t have anything on his person that could act as a napkin, so he could only attempt to wipe the drool off his face with the hem of his shirt before getting a good look at the perpetrator.

The dog before him was a pitbull with a lustrous coat of jet-black fur and ears that were slightly pulled back. It didn’t have any markings or flaws in its coat and when Xie Lian looked it over, the dog didn’t seem to have any injuries that needed attending to. As a matter of fact, there wasn’t a single flaw on its skin aside from the healed-over socket where its left eye should have been. In the shine coming from the streetlamps, its remaining eye was a striking, rust-red brown.

Overcome with a sense of worry, Xie Lian cupped the dog's face (upon further examination he found that she was female) and smoothed over the fur on her head.

“Are you okay, little one? You’re not in any pain are you?” A whining dog desperately looking for someone kind in the middle of a busy sidewalk—with a missing eye, no less—would have normally been a cause for concern, but her shining coat and strong build suggested that she had quite the luxurious diet. Strays certainly didn’t eat this well.

A glint of silver caught his eye, and he craned his neck down. Secured around her neck was a black leather collar that looked to be of exceptional make, judging from the sharp and curved designs that had been carved onto the material. The name “Eming” (what an eccentric name) was engraved onto a circular silver tag. Xie Lian found a phone number on the back of the tag and sighed in relief before he locked eyes with the dog—Eming—again.

“Don’t tell me you ran away from home,” he murmured as he punched the numbers into his phone, laughing when she tried to lunge at his face for another round of kisses. “No, no—that’s enough—Eming! I need to get you home” From the corner of his eye, he spotted Ruoye sitting close by as he observed his poor owner being licked to death.

“Ruoye, come!” he called out, feeling a swell of pride when the cat responded by trotting over to his side before seating himself beside him.

Almost as if she had just now noticed his presence, Eming froze in her attempts to give the florist’s face a tongue bath and snapped her head toward Ruoye. Xie Lian didn’t think it was possible, but it seemed as if her tail started wagging even faster as she cautiously approached the cat with wide eyes. Ruoye peered back at her blankly. The only movement coming from him was his tail languidly flicking in the air.

She seemed like a friendly-mannered dog, but Xie Lian didn’t want either animal spooking the other in any case. Right after he hit the call button, he scooped Ruoye up in his arms to keep Eming from getting him within sniffing distance.

The line rang twice, thrice, then a couple of times more.

“The number you have dialed, is not available… After the tone, please record your message.”

Xie Lian sighed with a defeated smile on his face. So much for getting this dog home to its owner before the end of the night.

Beep!

“Erm, hello! My name is Xie Lian, and I believe I found your dog Eming—well, more like she found me—” he chuckled to himself before clearing his throat. “On the corner of…” He craned his neck to look up at the street signs “…forty-sixth and eighth street? Please call me back as soon as you can. I’m not gonna bring her to a shelter or anything but it is quite late out. I’ll sure to keep her safe in the meantime. Thank you—”

Eming was sniffing around his ankle where the hem of his trousers ended. Her cold nose, compounded with the threat of being licked, effectively interrupted Xie Lian as he jerked his foot away in surprise and let out what was decidedly a rather inelegant noise.

“Ah… thank you for your time!” He concluded before hurriedly ending the call. Sighing again, he looked down at Eming and smiled at her wagging tail before giving her a pat on the head.

“My place isn’t much, but I’m sure you won’t mind staying the night, right?”

Upon coming home, Xie Lian had barely opened the door before Eming shot past him and into the apartment in a black, excited blur. She careened into the living area, narrowly missed the couch, and went about sniffing every corner of the apartment with a fervor fueled purely by nervous energy. Once he had set Ruoye down, he was perfectly content in letting her inspect the apartment to her heart’s content, only following her around to make sure she didn’t try to eat anything she wasn’t supposed to.

After a few moments, she had taken a special interest in the TV stand in the living room—more specifically, the game consoles that sat underneath it.

“If this is another animal you’re bringing into the apartment, I’m taking your name off the lease,” Mu Qing announced from where he sat on the couch. Xie Lian looked up at him to see that he was nose-deep in a copy of the novel he was reading for the week, Fahrenheit 451 (the last time Feng Xin had come over for dinner, Xie Lian had insisted that attending a book club was nothing to be ashamed of, but Mu Qing staunchly denied the very idea. This wasn’t exactly helping his case).

Xie Lian laughed at his roommate’s joke. “Can you even do that as a tenant?”

“I’ll find a way.” He looked up from his book. Nothing on the other man’s face held any implication of humor.

“…” Well, Xie Lian certainly didn’t want to be a homeless man, joke or not. He laughed nervously and waved away the idea. “Don’t worry, I’m just waiting on a call from her owner. She bumped into me on the way home, and I didn’t want to leave her outside for the night.”

“I won’t be able to babysit.” Mu Qing had off tomorrow but after the debacle with Ruoye, it was apparent that he wasn’t willing to do a repeat.

“I’ll bring both of them to work with me,” Xie Lian said before he chuckled to himself a bit as he watched Eming nose at the foot of the couch, much to Mu Qing’s displeasure. “Eming is a good girl, I’m sure she won’t be a problem.

Eming meant well, Xie Lian was sure of it, but meaning well was an entirely different thing from doing well.

She got along fine enough with Ruoye once she realized he didn’t respond well to sudden movements. If she moved ever so slowly, she could sniff at the cat and even push her luck by licking him once or twice. Much to Ruoye’s credit, he was quite tolerant of her amount of energy and didn’t lift so much as a paw to scratch at her.

But unlike Ruoye, who was content to sit on a windowsill or perch himself on one of the many shelves around the shop to watch the florist at work, Eming couldn’t sit still. When Xie Lian had first clocked in for work, she insisted on examining each and every flower her nose could reach. He wouldn’t have minded under normal circumstances, but her aggressive sniffing led to more than a few of his hydrangeas sacrificing their petals.

“Ah, Eming…” he trailed off when he saw the massacre that had resulted in a pile of velvety petals on the floor and let a sigh escape from his chest.

At least hydrangeas were cheap.

To prevent further casualties from happening in his shop, he decided to put a few of the arrangements he was in the process of finishing on hold to rearrange the flowers in the back.

A cold, wet nose poked at his ankle and Xie Lian just about jumped out of his skin with a yelp. Looking down, he saw that it was just the rambunctious dog nosing at his pant leg, her tail furiously wagging while she let out small whines. Xie Lian couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at the sight and give her a few pats on the head, watching in amusement as she continued to sniff around his shoes and began to lick at the floor.

“Eming, no!” At the sound of Xie Lian’s voice, Eming immediately stopped nosing at the flower petals and snapped her head toward him.

The petals had already been swept to the side, but there were a couple that Xie Lian had missed in his eagerness to start rearranging the flowers in hopes of keeping them firmly out of Eming’s reach. He was no dog expert, but Xie Lian knew that certain flowers were deadly to certain animals—he just didn’t know which flowers in particular were toxic. It was safest to just err on the side of caution and just keep Eming away from all of them.

“Ah, those are no good for you,” he scolded and walked to the other side of the room. “Come. Stay here while I clean up.” Much to his quiet delight, Eming plodded on and followed him, sticking close to his left side.

“Can you sit here for me?”

She peered up at him with a smile on her face, her tail still wagging as she remained standing.

“Sit…?”

Eming sat.

“Stay.”

Eming stayed.

“What a good listener you are,” he marveled. Xie Lian gave her affectionate scratches behind the ears before going about his work again. It was only a few minutes before he heard a muffled thumping coming from behind him. He turned around with incredulity on his face. What on earth could that be…?

It was Eming’s tail moving at near-light speed and thwacking against the wall behind her. As a matter of fact, her entire body seemed to be vibrating with the amount of energy she was unable to contain. Every few seconds or so she would slightly change her sitting position, whether it was by adjusting her hind legs or shifting the weight on her front paws from side to side.

Xie Lian’s heart nearly melted at the sight of her trying her absolute best to listen to a command.

What a good girl, her owner must’ve trained her well, he thought to himself before turning back around. He was in the middle of placing a bundle of roses into a bucket higher up when his phone started to buzz in his pocket.

Xie Lian hastily wiped wet hands on his apron before pulling it out to see an unknown number. Seeing as he was the only one running the shop, he didn’t see the point in having a completely separate landline for his business. Of course, there was always the risk of having a bunch of spam callers contacting him at ungodly hours, but this was probably a customer.

“Thank you so much for calling Royal Florals,” he chirped with a smile. “You’re currently speaking to Xie Lian, how can I help you?”

There was a pregnant pause before whoever was on the other end of the line cleared their throat awkwardly.

“You said my dog was with you?” The speaker’s words were halting and a little bit awkward, but he had this kind of deep and gentle voice that was quite pleasant to Xie Lian’s ears. He was sure that whoever this was had a very soothing way of speaking. Maybe he had the makings of a good singer—not the showy, operatic type, but of a crooner who sang soft jazz with warm, dulcet tones.

“Oh…” It took a moment for Xie Lian to remember himself. “Oh! Yes! I was worried when I first saw her because of how much she was crying, but she seems exceptionally well taken care of.”

The man sighed over the phone. “She’s dramatic like that… I’d like to apologize on her behalf.”

“Oh, no apology is necessary!” Xie Lian waved his hand dismissively despite the man not being able to see him doing so.

“I hate to trouble you, but can I pick her up within the next hour? I’m fully booked until we close after that, and I can’t have her being a nuisance to you for that long.” Xie Lian could detect a pained undercurrent in the man’s tone.

“Not a nuisance at all,” he insisted. “She’s actually been a joy since she followed me home.”

“She followed you home…?” he sounded vaguely disturbed at this.

“Mhm! She’s a very well-behaved girl, very affectionate. Eming got along great with my cat too, and Ruoye is usually very skittish.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you’re trying to sell my own dog to me,” he cracked wryly.

“Does it really seem like that?” Xie Lian laughed awkwardly. “That wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s nothing to worry about, I thought it was funny.”

“Ah…” It took Xie Lian a few more seconds to remember the whole point of the phone call. “But yes, you’re more than welcome to stop by. Do you know where Royal Florals is located?” he asked before hastily adding on, “I brought her to my work with me to keep an eye on her.”

“I”m familiar with the store. Again, thank you for looking after her. Eming can be a bit much.”

Once the two men exchanged pleasantries before hanging up, Xie Lian was struck with the sudden urge to clean and tidy up the rest of the shop. It was in the middle of the process of tidying up said shop that he heard the door chime.

“I’ll be out there in just a second!” he called out as he hurriedly finished setting the remaining flowers in their proper bucket. As he was drying his hands on his apron, he opened his mouth to welcome whoever had decided to stop by.

“Thank you so much for waiting! How can I help you?”

The first thing he noticed was the black leather eyepatch the man wore. Well no—the first thing he noticed was how he needed to crane his neck up to meet the man’s eyes. The second thing he noticed was the eyepatch. Not with judgment by any means, but it was a rather unusual fashion statement. But Xie Lian reasoned to himself that people came in with all sorts of eclectic styles—He Xuan the regular and his affinity for jet-black attire being one of them—so in the end, this wasn’t all that strange. The eye that wasn’t hidden away was bright with something Xie Lian wasn’t quite able to put his finger on. Was it ambition? Intellect? Mischief?

He made note of the brilliant red of his shin-length peacoat, along with what looked to be meticulously crafted silver necklaces worn in layers around the man’s neck.

The first necklace, the shortest, was rather robust. Each link looked as if it had wicked barbs, and formed a chain resembling a vine of thorns. These thorns led to a glittering silver butterfly pendant at the center. The second necklace was of a more delicate make. A simple silver chain, thin and light, hung loosely around his neck and had a crystal-clear ring hanging from it.

Despite his trousers being oversized, it was obvious they were tailored and hemmed to fit him and cinch at his waist faultlessly. The tattoos peeking out from his sleeves and crawling up his neck also looked to be expertly done.

Xie Lian was the last person to base a first impression on how wealthy someone appeared to be, but it was abundantly clear to him that this man had a lot of money. Or at the very least, he knew how to dress in order to flaunt it.

“Yes, I’m here for my dog…”

As if that was her cue, a soft whine sounded out from the back of the shop. Xie Lian looked back at Eming and laughed fondly. The poor thing was practically quaking while excitement rolled off of her in waves.

“She’s very vocal,” the florist acknowledged lightly as her whines rose in both pitch and volume.

The man sighed. “She’s impossible. Again, thank you for looking after her. I owe you,” he responded, voice low as he held his hand out to shake Xie Lian’s.

When he took it, it was shocking how frigid the man’s hand was. Surely it wasn’t that cold outside? He looked warmly dressed too, so maybe he just naturally ran on the cooler side.

“Oh, it was nothing, really—”

“I hope she didn’t do anything to ruin your flowers, they’re quite beautiful,” the man continued, his eye taking time to survey the interior of the shop before it landed on a bouquet. The exorbitant flowers served as the centerpiece to the front of the shop, adding brightness with their warm and bright color. Each bloom and stalk was arranged into a fan shape and gave off the impression of opulence and finery.

Upon seeing him look at his work with such inquiry, Xie Lian couldn’t help but feel—ah, what was the word—shy. A couple of blossoms were sat slightly askew from the wind blowing into and around the shop due to customers constantly coming and going, they weren’t really worthy of the label, “beautiful”.

After another round of insisting that Eming was no trouble at all and that she was actually “quite a sweet girl,” the man turned toward the back room and produced a red leash—the same shade as his coat—from his pocket.

“Eming, come!”

Finally able to release the pent-up energy she had been storing for what seemed to be millennia (really, it had only been thirty minutes since Xie Lian had told her to sit and received the man’s call), she jumped to her feet and bolted toward the man with an enthusiasm that could only be likened to the force of a tidal wave. He almost laughed aloud at the sheer speed she was able to reach. It looked as if her feet didn’t even touch the ground as she zoomed toward her owner.

At the last possible second before she would’ve collided with his knees, Eming came to a sudden stop at the man’s left side and sat. He knelt down and clipped the leash to her collar, and Xie Lian couldn’t help but think to himself that they were both quite a sight to behold, what with his stern expression staring at Eming smiling with tongue lolled out the side of her mouth while she panted.

“C’mon, you little bastard,” he said as he stood up and made his way to the door. “Before you do something stupid like going around and poking your other eye out or bothering the nice man.” He turned back to Xie Lian and offered him a smile and a wave before heading out the door.

The florist waved back. “Come again soon!” he called out after them before stopping dead in his tracks.

It was what he said to everyone who visited the shop, but that was awfully presumptuous of him, wasn’t it? To say “come again soon.” What was the man going to come back for, his dog? Did Xie Lian come off as insisting that he come back to buy an arrangement from him? Ah, and he didn’t even bother to ask for the man’s name either…

Before he could spiral and overthink, he hastily headed to the back to resume the arrangements that were put on hold earlier. If he busied his hands, his mind wouldn’t have enough leeway to wander. Yes, that would work. Ruoye meowed from his sun-basking spot on the windowsill and pulled him from his thoughts. When they met eyes, Xie Lian couldn’t help but smile at the cat and give him a scratch behind the ears. The way Ruoye purred and leaned into his hands was just so nice.

His smile widened.

And he thinks I’m nice, too.

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