#it should be a sad day when an animal is smarter than you

[cobalt-and-other-things]

So my favorite running joke in Phineas and Ferb is that every time Doof, Monogram, and Perry are in the same frame, there is a grand total of 5 brain cells. And the platypus has them all.

#phineas and ferb #perry the platypus #heinz doofenshmirtz #major monogram #I dare anyone to argue with me on this #it should be a sad day when an animal is smarter than you #but it's just a thursday for them #like I love my human perry au but nothing beats canon in terms of comedy potential

[writella]

Working It Out

Synopsis: The group has been on the road for months— they’re starving, distraught, and frankly, getting sick and tired of each other. After an argument about how to proceed, Rick decides they should split up to take a break from one another. You and Daryl go off into the woods, but what was supposed to be a silent search for food turns into a loud breaking point.

Details: Daryl Dixon x reader, afab!reader, before Alexandria era, smut 18+, this takes place in the woods, tiny bit of oral fixation, handjob, fingering, tiny bit of pussy slapping, penetration, getting caught, possibly inexperienced (I wrote it as unconfirmed) or just horny, hasn’t had sex in who knows how long Daryl, reader talks about killing and dying, Daryl and the reader fight, but of course I added a little bit sweetness because how could I not?

A/N: This was not one of the two Daryl fics I’ve been talking about but the idea came to me and I decided to finish this one— hope you like it. ♡

The trees turn into flashing streaks of green and brown with spots of blue from the sky as you try to catch up to Daryl. He was only walking, but his pace had become relentless, it’s almost as if he was running. His brisk strides became larger and faster, not helping your weak and worn down body. Everything feels just a little dizzy and your stomach growls, even Daryl could hear it.

“I would’ve been able to fix that,” he growls back, “if you didn’t make so much fuckin’ noise.” He speaks from the side of his mouth, “That’s the first rabbit we’ve seen in weeks.”

“It wouldn’t have fed all of us anyway.”

“Nothin’s feeding us now.”

“I’m the one who found it!” You snap, “I’m sorry I tripped on a gun. I wasn’t the idiot who decided to leave it there so I could fall and we could all go hungry again for another day.”

“It’s cause you don’t pay attention.” He was talking about your tracking skills: “How long we been at this? Use the trees. Move slow. Walk light.” He speaks under his breath, spitting to the ground, “Bet even a walker knows that.”

Your voice is agitated and angry, “Why are you being so mean today?”

“Why are you acting like such a damn brat?”

“Maybe because we’re homeless!”

You shout louder than you should have, you hear rustlings now, it makes you both raise your weapons.

“Shut up,” Daryl says hushed and slowly. It’s rude, but you know he means it because of possible danger.

After deciding it was probably just another animal you lost out on, you continue, your voice somber, “Or maybe it’s because you don’t talk to me… You never talk to me.”

Your emotions wave from anger and sadness and back again as you sneer, “And I know it’s because you’re just unapologetically yourself, right? And we all just have to take it,” you scoff. “Stoic Daryl, never talks about his feelings so I always have to guess all the time.” You’re shaking your head now, you almost cry out, “You’re not easy to deal with… And I try so hard.”

Daryl’s face remains untouched by your words, but you know better, it’s the way his eyes don’t meet yours, but you still don’t feel like he understands. “You’re like talking to stone… or maybe a walker.” Your words become sharp and biting as you continue to use his reference against him, “Maybe then I can just shoot you in the head and you’d never hear my mouth again. Or maybe walkers really are that much smarter than me and I can just shoot myself, save us both the misery.” Your voice becomes bitter, “Bet you’d like that better.”

He grits his teeth now, his eyes dart venomously, but still they never met your own.

You could tell the last part had to do something to him more than before, his head shakes more hair in front of his face as he looks down, his features grim.

You started to feel bad, knowing that you probably went too hard. It wasn’t a joke to talk about dying, and most certainly not in this world.

You didn’t like when you were the reason to cause Daryl distress, but it also upset you how much of a pull he had on you— your emotions easily shifting with his.

Just as caring as he was, he could also pretend to be equally as unconcerned. It was so easy, yet so hard to love him.

It felt like the beginning of spring when he was warm; like gaining something new and special over and over; like when you said something sweet or silly enough to earn a smile. It felt like every time he used to say “you commin’,'' when getting on his bike at the prison, knowing that you wanted to, knowing that your eyes would linger as he rode to the gate, always waiting until the last second to ask if you could unless he asked first.

But when he was cold, it hurt; like winter in December, like losing something as fast as you got it. You were left guessing at what he was feeling even more than before and never understanding how much space or how much attention to give him to help. You knew it was hard for him to speak, you understood it personally, but it made it harder for you to be there for him when he never at least explained that.

Turning his back on you, Daryl walked forward, leaving you as he went deeper into the woods, and as much as you felt bad for becoming so spiteful, you weren’t done: you walked faster too, turning him around, you pushed his shoulders, you pleaded contentiously, “Say something!” Your grasp on the sides of his arms are firm now, you shake him once, “God, just say something,” one of your hands pounds on your chest, shouting, “just tell me what’s really going on or what happened for once in your life!”

No response. Of course not. Your arms drop defeatedly. His eyes are indignant as yours implore hopelessly.

Your voice starts to crack, “No one’s going to know how you feel or how to be around you if you don’t- just- talk.” Your last word is a final push to him on his shoulders.

Daryl twists your wrists away until they’re down by your sides, and you yank your hands from him.

“What do you want me to say?” His voice becomes more guttural the louder he gets, “That you’re fuckin’ annoying? Always gettin’ on my shit? On the back of my bike? Always right behind me?” His movements are erratic, “You ain’t easy either. You’re always everywhere when you don’t gotta be.”

Your eyes are crestfallen now, but the anger remains.

“Just leave me the fuck alone,” Daryl barks. Pointing a hard finger in your chest as he finishes, “For once in your life!”

“You’ve never told me to not come-”

“I never asked for it neither,”

“-or at least meant it when you said it—you never say no— you even ask me- I- I thought it was okay,”

“Cause you just keep on!” His voice turns low and desolate after, “But I never asked for it. I ain’t never asked for you.”

Your eyes linger on his face for a moment, your glare becoming a sad gaze as you watch the strands of hair that cover it become more sweaty and frizzy from the heat, hiding him more.

“I didn’t ask for you either. You just came one day and… I’m sorry-“ a heat begins to rise in your throat, “I’m sorry that I came back with you. You didn’t have to take me to the prison,” your voice starts to choke up, “I’m sorry that afterwards I- I didn’t want to be away from you.”

Tears began to well in your eyes, but you turn away before the first ones roll, you start walking ahead.

He doesn’t stop you. After a moment he just follows a few feet behind, making it evident he’s still there by allowing his feet to crunch on the leaves.

Even though you’re leading he still doesn’t say no, doesn’t actually let you leave him alone. The fact makes you frustrated, your hands ball up and you can feel your nails digging into your palms. You try to breathe in deeply to stop your weeping, but the more you try the more angry you get. The feelings start to erupt again and every inhale becomes a sniffle as more tears fall.

Daryl stops walking again. More distance is placed in between you two until he says your name.

You end your trek without turning around, “What,” your voice is cross as you wait for a response, but Daryl is already there behind you.

As you face him you try to hold everything in. Barely breathing as you try to stop your crying, but you can’t help but allow another big tear fall as you look at his eyes, so blue and downcast; they look like rain. You forget that they are that color. He’s always squinting.

His thumb wipes the tear that falls on your face and now more starts their way down from your eyelids. When another tear melts as his fingers fall further down your cheek with it, they reach the tip of your lips. He stays there for a moment, the rest of his hand holding your chin.

You look up at him, your eyes so doleful and wide. Daryl’s thumb rubs into your skin only slightly, never moving too far in except to the corners of your lips until you move your head for him. His thumb is sliding against the bottom of your lip now.

You want this to be a pure moment where you kiss him, or truly, where he finally kisses you, and it’s sweet, and tender, and he tells you that he loves you and that he sees how deeply you care for him.

Of course you would simply love for that to be how your first intimate moment with him would go.

But you haven’t eaten, and even as teary eyed as you are, you are furious, he’s so frustrating. You need more. This is not that moment.

As your heart races and your final tears begin to spill and dry, the tip of his thumb continues to brush against your open mouth and you can’t help that your tongue feels compelled to taste it.

Your chin raises as you take his finger in your mouth, letting it slide inside all the way and then you start licking and sucking, feeling the pad of his thumb move from the top of your mouth to your taste buds. It tastes like dirt, you won’t lie, but it’s his.

Daryl says nothing, he only looks on attentively, entranced. He never even suspected you would do something like this. He switches to his pointer finger and uses his thumb to tilt your head up further as you suck on his longer finger. It’s thick, but it’s filthy, you both need a shower, but you don’t care.

You hum lightly on his finger until you release it from your mouth, letting it slide out.

You lick the drool of your lips and he licks his fingers. It’s messy and dirty and you can hear the smacking sounds as he pops the two in his mouth, his eyes looking directly into yours now as he does it. It was only your spit and he wanted to taste it.

You plead, “Daryl please, will you just kiss me-”

And he finally does it. His big hands wrap around your neck and jaw, tilting your face so far upwards as he places his lips to yours with his open mouth. His kisses are immediately chaotic but deep, his wet lips feeling against yours as his tongue works its way inside your mouth.

Your hands wrap around the back sides of his shoulders and you move farther into him. Nothing matters now. You are finally getting to feel him on your lips. This is the man who you have loved since you’ve met him and he’s finally showing you he wants you.

You don’t even care that your group or a walker or a guy with a gun could show up at any point, the thought is terrifying still, but his hands are on your hips now and you’re dying to see if he’ll go lower, you’d probably let him do anything.

You feel his thumbs playing along your lower hip, flicking the start of your jeans as he continues to kiss you, his tongue sliding against yours.

You start to do the same to him, wondering if that will help. Looking up as your fingers linger over the button of his pants, you ask softly, “Is this okay?” He nods and you start to unbutton them, finding it hard to contain your excitement.

“But you don’t gotta-”

“I want to.” You interject. You’re a little embarrassed by how fast you say it, but you still go straight to unzipping his stare, making his jeans hang a bit lower on his hips.

You look up at him, as your hand slowly travels downward. Your hesitancy fades, you’re so desperate to finally touch him, to have this moment. You start palming him through his underwear. His hum is so sultry with its rasp you feel it in your cunt as it pulses. You almost moan when you hear his voice turn into a grunt as you continue and then into a whimper as you dip under the band and start to stroke him. You never thought Daryl would make a sound like that.

He feels so big, so nice and thick in your hand as you continue to pump him. Your thumb plays with the tip of his pre-cum, moving it up his long shaft. You wonder how he would feel inside— if he can even fit inside. The thought makes you pant as you continue to stroke him, continuing to look up at his face, watching his eyes close. You can’t believe you’re finally touching his cock and that you’re the one making him feel good, that he likes your hand around him.

His head rolls back only slightly and he allows you to keep going for a few more moments, and then it seems he’s finally ready. His movements are quick as he pushes you to the ground, kicking off his shoes and then taking off your own.

He takes off your shirt and your pants without thinking, and then he takes off his vest and starts to unbutton his own shirt. His moments slow when he reaches the bottom.

You see the tattoo on his chest peaking through, you know the ones that are on his back, you know what else is there as well. You’ve seen it once, he’s shown you. It was one of your first vulnerable moments together. He did it to make you feel less alone. You two always did that for each other.

“You don’t have to take it off,” you whispered him.

He kisses your lips slowly but shortly and takes it off anyway.

You remind yourself to be gentle if you put your hands on his back later, he looks slightly nervous, but then as he looks at you on the ground, eyes trailing over your body that is only in your underwear, his eyes grow darker as he asks:

“Can I do what I want?”

This makes everything stop. Your mouth is half open, your eyes are lustful, you nod slowly and it makes his dick twitch with how seductive it looks. You didn’t even mean for it to look that way, he’s just so fucking handsome and he just asked for permission to make you his, you can help but gaze at him in a trance. Of course you’d let him have it.

He starts rubbing your through your underwear, watching as your wetness seeps through instantly on the cloth when he touches you lower. He takes them off along with his pants and he leans himself against the nearest tree and pushes your back to his chest, moving one leg over his thigh. He spreads your legs wide and looks over your shoulder.

His hand trails over your pussy. His fingers are tentative as he starts slowly from the top until his finger finally slides over your hole at the bottom and then he pushes in a bit as he feels for the wetness.

Instantly you’re a mess and your wetness starts seeping out, making it easier for him to slide his fingers up and down.

It seems he can’t find where he wants to touch and his wet fingers go everywhere from your hole to the lips to your clit and back down.

“Higher,” you sigh, “please.”

He goes up a little bit starting to rub.

“Higher,” you whine, “mmm… mm- there!” He’s rubbing your clit now, pinching it. “Yes,”

After a little while, his hand travels lower again, now taking two of his fingers and pushing them inside your hole until he can’t anymore. He pushes them in and out of you harshly 5 times until he stops. Circling his fingers inside of you and using his other hand to push your legs further apart, exposing your cunt to the outside air, “If someone comes,” he says in your ear, “they’re going to see you coming first.”

His words turn both of you on even more, making you whine as you feel his hardened dick rub against the side of your ass.

He starts to pump his fingers in you more steadily. Your eyes trail your surroundings, wishing you had picked a more bushier part, you truly were exposed, but then his fingers start to curl as they dig inside you, finding a spongy sweet spot you didn’t even know you had, one Daryl didn’t even try to find, and it makes your eyes shut, your head resting itself back on one of his shoulders as your whine again.

Your hands come to the other side of his neck and chest and you hold on as he goes faster. Daryl allows your hand to make his head go forward so he can look at his fingers thrusting into yours, enjoying the sound of your sopping cunt. His voice is gruff as he groans at the sight, taking his fingers out of you to slap your pussy, twice, watching the wetness bounce, hearing you whimper before putting his fingers back in again.

You hear him make low unintelligible sounds in your ear as he continues to watch. He goes slower, intently looking at how his fingers disappear in you. He takes them out again, “Daryl-” you say sadly.

“Lay down.”

Your elbows are propped up now. He lines himself up with your entrance. His cock looks so fat as he stretches your tiny hole, making it bigger as he pushes in slowly.

The feeling of him going in inch by inch makes you gasp slowly, then it turns into a moan as he bottoms out. Your head falls back on the floor and your eyes close.

He stays there for a moment. Not doing anything, just looking at you, reeling in the sensation of your tight pussy around him.

Your eyes almost open as the wait becomes unbearable, “Are you going to- ah!”

He snaps into you, moving slightly out and back in, it’s a pounding motion. Your body shakes as he continues, going faster and faster. His hands go to the sides of your head as he grunts, looking at how your tits bounce as he continues to thrust.

He sees your head shake, your eyes scrunch, it’s all becoming too much. You’re wincing like it hurts.

He touches your face now, his movements becoming softer and your eyes relax as you look up at him. He comes down to you and kisses you deeply again, just like he did at the start. You allow his lips and tongue to take over completely and you just melt into him as he rocks his hips against yours, you feel so full.

“Would you kiss me like this when we find a new home?” You ask, letting go of his lips.

Daryl meets your eyes, if he could look into yours any deeper, he does. His tone is so low but his words are so sincere, “I’ll kiss you like this anywhere.”

You reach up to take his face in your hands, kissing him lightly, it’s something like clouds. “Would you kiss me like this too?”

He nods, “I’ll kiss you like that.” Looking down he adds, “any way you want.”

Daryl grinds into you again, rolling his hips. The pace slowly gets fast, but it feels more intimate this time. His forehead falls in yours and your back arches and you try to meet his movements.

Daryl started to pant, his sounds gruff until your cunt squeezed so tightly, quaking around one of his thrusts that it made him whimper and he says your name. His noises because inexpressible and your own follows afterwards, ultimately saying, “oh- Daryl- please-”

You’re almost there, you see the outlines of stars, the shine of them almost being filled in, you see the insides of your eyelids getting closer to reaching that glow of bright lights as your body is on the cusp of your climax until-

“Oh-” he laughs to himself quietly, putting his hands low on his hips as he turns only slightly. “Sorry,” Rick says. His smirk is so faint, his jaw even clenches to erase it, but you saw. Immediately when he spoke, your head shot in his direction.

Daryl quickly finds your shirt, putting it over your head and grabs your pants, helping you put them over your feet until you take over so he can put on his own shirt.

Through hooded eyes, Rick had to have seen Daryl’s dick swing as he got up, retrieving his pants and putting them back on as Daryl stared at him.

You look up at Daryl as you get up yourself. His eyes give no details of his surprise to Rick as he finishes buttoning up his shirt. Rick’s eyes are averted, you don’t know what he’s thinking about what he just saw except that he definitely saw it. Never more did you wish to have Daryl’s talent of impassivity, especially in such an exposing scene.

“Well,” Rick starts when you two are finally dressed, “Yeah, so Michonne, Carl, and Judith and I stayed on the roads, we kept walking until we found a car someone left near a tree. They were idiots for driving it in here, big branch fell on it, we got it off but it has a dent. Right when we got it to run we heard voices. Guessing it was their car. They were running from another group and then they started running faster to get us. Some of them took care of each other… we took care of the rest,” he pauses. “Anyway we drove back to rendezvous and found Carol. Carol’s looking for Glenn, Maggie, Rosita, Tara. Michonne and Carl are looking for the rest of the guys, and I- was looking for you two.”

“Hm,” Daryl’s voice is indifferent as he starts walking, “Let’s go.”

“Let’s go,” Rick agrees, his voice has a hint of the humor he’s trying to suppress as he chuckles once.

The two men walk together and you walk a few paces behind, still absolutely wordless.

After a few minutes, Daryl slows his pace, creating distance from him and Rick.

He looks back at you now, “You good?” He asks only loud enough for you to hear as he comes a bit closer, he takes your hand lightly, though he still walks in front of you. You simply nod, but your face is still flushed. “Okay,” he says softly before letting go.

“Are you?”

He shrugs, it’s so small, just as small as the closed mouth smile that faintly curls on his face. His answer makes you laugh a little. You liked that he was honest. You start walking with him now.

Rick is still up ahead, putting his hands in his pockets, facing neither of you as he finally speaks again, “It was a pretty heated moment we all had back there,” your eyes widen as he continues, “Before. When we separated, I mean. It was dumb. It’s good we took a break, but the fighting, that was stupid. We find a way together or not at all.” His words are firm, but there is a heavy doubt in his voice when he adds, “But we can’t keep going like this, we need to figure something out,” he sighs, shaking his head, “And for everyone to get over their damn attitudes. At least for the night. It’s getting late and we need to find shelter.”

Rick turns his head slightly to look at Daryl through the corner of his eyes, making sure there is enough space from him and you as he turns forward, unashamedly grinning to himself now, “Glad you two found a way of working it out though.”

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x reader smut #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x afab!reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon smut #twd fanfiction #twd smut #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you

[ghouljams]

This is the stupidest thing I've ever written. There's no ship, it's just Moon being a dumbass with Nikto from @thedovesaredying 's cowboy fic. I can't do him justice but I can annoy him.

You decide whether this makes him Canon in the Cowboy town.

The run down pickup that creeps up the driveway sets Nikto's teeth on edge. Nothing good comes with rust on its wheel wells. Nikto clicks his tongue and Sputnik hops to attention, following after him as he stands and settles a hand on the gun at his hip. His fingers tighten on the grip, as the truck comes to a stop. Sputnik let's out a nervous laugh, taking a step closer to the vehicle before Nikto can give a stop command. The engine shuts off and he watches as the driver pulls themselves out of the driver's window, settling on the door like a seat.

"Hey," the nun, he thinks that's a nun, yells, "is your dog friendly?"

Nikto looks down at the hyena at his side, then at the nun. "No." He calls back, because she isn't a dog and she definitely isn’t friendly. The nun nods and slides back into the truck, before opening the cab door properly and hopping to the ground. Shes got army boots on, Nikto's fingers tighten on his handgun and he whistles for Sputnik to guard.

He has to nudge the hyena for her attention, the animal creeping forward to sniff at the air. The nun crouches and makes smooching noises, tossing bits of, something, towards Sputnik. "Is not friendly," Nikto tells her again. He's starting to question if some secret assassin wouldn't be smarter than this. He takes his hand off his gun to scruff the hyena and prevent it from mauling this idiot.

"That's what the dog treats are for," she tosses another and Sputnik eagerly lunges for it.

"Is not dog," Nikto growls, starting to lose patience. As if to confirm Sputnik let's out a frustrated laugh, turning to try and bite at him so he'll release his iron grip. The nun seems undeterred, standing back to her full --unimpressive-- height with a scowl.

"Look man-" the annoyance in the nun's tone makes him press again.

"Дурак, is not dog."

"Whatever," she waves a hand, "you gotta unload your booze either way. Lemme pet the dog."

Nikto holds the nun's unamused stare for a moment before releasing his hold on Sputnik. He's done enough good deeds for the day, if the hyena rips the nun apart... He warned her. Sputnik is all too happy to follow the trail of treats, sniffing along the dirt for the next morsel as Nikto makes his way around the truck to examine the cases of hand bottled liquor. He tugs a clear bottle free, inspects the crystalline liquid inside, and pops the cap to sniff it. He hears the laughter that should prelude ripping and tearing, and focuses instead on the scent of pure alcohol that fills his nose. It's burns even just smelling it. He takes a swig and has to suppress the cough that rises to meet the sting. Fuck that's good.

He grabs two more bottles and goes to meet the nun's corpse.

She's petting the damn-

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asks the hyena, spits the Russian at it. Sputnik hardly registers his question, busy having her chin scratched while the nun coos at her.

It takes several more minutes to wrangle both the nun and the hyena into getting payment processed. Does she not know that this animal has torn men limb from limb? Apparently not, the way she keeps tossing treats at the thing between every sentence. Explaining that she normally charges more but as a first time customer he can have a discount. Nikto suspects someone else is likely paying through the nose to guarantee this kindness. If he can even call it that. He hasn't been around many nuns, but he would think someone devoted to God would be a bit more... godly.

It's a blessing when the nun finally gets the fuck off his property. The delivery is better than having to go into town but fuck, not by much. Nikto glares down at the hyena sniffling at the ground again, looking for more treats.

"You're not dog," he reminds her, earning a big sad eyed stare from the animal in question. "Idiot," he grumbles, turning to take his bottles into the house. Some guard dog.

#im not even going to tag this #if you see this god bless #i just was rereading their fic and remembered saying Moon doesnt know what a hyena is #like she does know what they are #but youre telling me you would recognize a hyena? #if you saw someone letting it walk around like a pet??? #they look like weird dogs

[lipglossanon]

I love the thought of step bro Leon trying so hard to impress us when we have a little crush on a boy from school. Oh your crush can do push ups with one hand? He'll do it too but with you sitting on his back. Oh he's the team captain of a sport? Well he is too and has been it longer than him. You and your little crush going on a "date" to study? Why not sit at home and study with your dear step bro. He's older and definitely much more helpful and smarter than that crush of yours. Oh on Valentines day he got you a rose and a note? Leon got you a bouquet of flowers and a fireworks show he somehow made happen.

Oh but you're still not over that crush of yours after a few months..that mean of you! You're making your dearest step brother so sad :( he put in all this effort to impress you yet you still like that guy. He should put you in your place. Pounding you stupid to even remember anything. Pussy leaking him cum when you go up to talk to that boy tomorrow. And very visible bite marks on your neck and thighs from him. Just branding his dear step sister <3

-🕊

🕊️ anon, I need you to know I’ve reread this like a million times and now I think I can reply 😮‍💨 🤭 this was so so good; like you should write your own stepbro Leon 😉

The ‘one up’ attitude is so on point; and what’s the real killer is you can see how much more care Leon puts into impressing you 🤭 like for your bday, your crush gets you some cutesy little gift shop teddy bear and when you get home Leon gives you that pretty bracelet you’ve been eyeing for ages but couldn’t afford :(

And the possessive sex? 😤😤👏👏 it all comes to a head when you’re pouty and moping around the house cause your crush cancelled plans to go hang out with his friends and Leon’s at his limit. Shows you how much better off you are without that stupid little crush when you have your step brother here to take care of you

Wrestles you down to your bed (even though you’re not fighting back too hard 😉) and grinds against you until you’re whining and bucking up into him. Helps you get your clothes off then quickly strips out of his and pushes you back down on the bed. You kinda put up a fight cause you like how rough Leon gets and then he’s pounding your wet cunt hard, making you scratch his back as he thrusts even deeper.

He pulls out before either of you cum cause he wants to eat you out til you’re soaking his face then he’s going to fill your pretty pussy up 😌

Needless to say, he bites and sucks bruises all over your body, especially those thighs of yours—leaves bruises so dark that tomorrow when you close your legs you can feel a twinge of pain making your clit pulse in want. Your neck looks like it was mauled by a rabid animal but you like it, especially whenever Leon looks at you and his eyes go dark.

You meet up with that silly crush but now you don’t even really notice him, just like hanging out with him so Leon gets jealous and shows you just how much better your step brother is for you 🤭

#ask box #🕊️ anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #stepbro!leon s. kennedy #stepcest

[writingpromptsworld]

Snippet #6

(Part 1…?)

“We used to be best friends,” The hero murmured, gazing out the window of their room. The moon shining so bright, they tore their eyes from it. The light shining through the glass, illuminating the whole place up. They sighed. “Perhaps, something more intimate that I refused to put a name on. We both refused to.”

“Dad, were you guys more than friends?” The hero’s child, a fourteen-year-old, asked them. Their eyes animated with wonder, their lips curved up a little. The hero chuckled, as they patted the teenager’s head.

“You should go to sleep now, hmm? It’s getting late.” The hero murmured, moving from the place they were standing and striding to where the other was sitting on the bed.

“Buttttttt, I have to know.” The fourteen-year-old whined, shaking their head as their parent picked them from the bed by their arm, in one sweep. “Where are they now? Do you know?” They asked again.

“No, I don’t know where he is right now, and nor do I wish to.” The hero said, eyes filling with suppressed sadness, their voice cracking. They tried to stay calm as memories of their college days came crushing in all at once, fogging their whole mind. Suddenly, they felt dizzy as they let go of the confused teenager’s arm, and sat down on the bed.

It was now or never. Every time they had this conversation, it would end with the hero staying silent the end, not wanting to bring up any reminders of the villain. They could not tell the younger one, that their best friend was none other than the most wanted criminal in the entire city. It would be too much, for both of them. Every time the assignment of finding the villain was assigned to him, they would always decline it. They couldn’t afford to meet the villain let alone, catch them. It would break them, unwillingly.

Yet, they couldn’t bury it all down again. Not when the kid was getting nothing but smarter every day, wiser. Mature. It felt wrong to hide their history any longer than they had been. So, they took a deep breath and let it all out. They told the fourteen-year-old everything that he had been wanting to, everything they didn’t tell anyone else, not even their ex-partner. Perhaps, that’s why when their partner felt that they weren't the one the hero was looking for, they decided to set them both free.

The teenager listened intently, asking their parent questions here and there. Frowning at various times, and laughing at others. It was a roller coaster of emotions, if you asked them.

“So…you still love them then?” They questioned, eyes brows raised.

The hero glanced away, wiping away the tears that unknowingly left out of their eyes, “I wish I could say no, but yes. Yes, I do love-," Before the hero could finish his sentence, there was a big thud from the kitchen. The teenager glanced at their dad, their eyes filled with surprise.

They both quickly but quietly made their way to the kitchen, the hero in the front, while their child trailed behind.

When they peeked out behind the wall of the kitchen, the hero's heart stopped. The villain stood there, appearing smug.

#writersworld #writing #hero and villain #writing ideas #story inspiration #villain and hero #angst #story snippet #writing snippet #hero x villain #hero villain snippet #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing prompt #angst prompt #writing inspiration #hero villain community #fluff #drabble #angst with a happy ending

[not-bcring]

With the introduction of beastly power into his blood, Kazuichi had become a cuddle monster towards anyone who would give him the time of day. No one was safe from his incessant whines and pleas for attention, which wasn't truly all that different from how he was before, the werewolf only having grown more open about his desires at how they demand affection with an instinctive itch beneath his skin. Kaz had been clingy before, but now he was a pack animal by nature, the lack of attention even more keenly felt should he go too long without it. Luckily, there were many of his friends who enjoyed cuddles as well, and a few of those were often found sedentary enough for either Kaz to sit in their lap, or them in his while they worked for hours of uninterrupted attention. Caught in the mechanic's trap that day had been none other than a certain little bunny detective, Shuichi hard at work doing....something as he sat on Kaz's lap in the peace and quiet of the detective's room. The wolf had followed his friend back to said room after Shuichi had returned from his work at the local police station, Kaz able to tell by instinct alone that the other man was overworked and needed a break, and what better break then a good snuggle? A break that still hadn't come, what had started as a "quick" look over of papers turning into into even more work. Letting out a sad little whine, Kaz nuzzled his nose at Shuichi's neck, his chin hooking over his shoulder as he gave an impatient twitch of a canine ear. "Shuichiiii, you said you'd take a break hours ago!" Had it actually been hours? Whose to say, but however long it had been, it was far too long for Kaz's liking. "If you don't take a break right now, I'm gonna....um...I'm gonna bite you!!" -  ✩   「 @wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 Pouring over documents that had been graciously bestowed upon him by the other members of his ❛ team ❜, Shuichi is grateful it's only busywork. With the case practically closed, there's merely the issue of crossing some t's and dotting some i's. Ensuring that nothing goes wrong and causes them to trip at the finish line. Either by some gross oversight or, just as probable, sabotage from within. Perhaps that's why it's become almost tradition for the young detective to carefully monitor things once they near their end. Because those in command are aware of how... mistakes can be made when tasks are left to others. Not that those in charge are innocent, but they tend to be smarter with their maliciousness.

Closing cases successfully works in their favor, even if it also works in Shuichi's. They can focus on tarnishing the detective's reputation in a more personal manner, hoping to bring Shuichi down without bringing down the the department itself. Honestly, that's all whitenoise to the detective. As commonplace as the blue sky above or the bugs that skitter below. He can handle people making his life Hell, so long as they keep their conniving hands off those of others.

Exhaustion starting to tug at his limbs, Shuichi brushes it off as per usual. The only difference in the familiar sight is the detective's choice of perch. Would anyone have told him he'd be comfortably settled in a lap ( one of the most anxiety-inducing places there is)— let alone one belonging to a wolf —he never would have believed them. Not one to be at ease around canines, for good reason, it had taken effort on his part to give Kazuichi the chance he KNEW the other deserved. Not wanting natural instincts to prevent him from enjoying the company of someone who seemed genuinely nice and for some strange reason, actually wanted to be around him.

Rather than bare his fangs and tear Shuichi to shreds, Kazuichi has done nothing but approach him with a wagging tail and good intentions... Providing a source of support and sincerity that Shuichi has been starved of. Nose twitching as he studies the stack of papers in his grip, he shifts ever-so-slightly in his seat, resting further against the wolf without even realizing it. Lightly gnawing on the edge of his pencil, his poor companion's whines go barely noticed. Despite never purposely ignoring someone he cares about, being around Kaz is so wrapped in a sense of ❛ ease ❜ that the other has faded into the background. As normal as the papers in his hand and the pencil caught between bucked teeth, Kaz reduced to Shuichi's comfy spot.

Subconsciously angling his head, he lightly nuzzles against Kazuichi even as he emits a distracted hum, gaze not once lifting from his work. ❝ Uh-huh... ❞ He monotonely mutters, shuffling forward a new document to read over. 「 ☆ 」

#not-bcring #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Shuichi IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏɴ ꜰɪʀᴇ; ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Shuichi 」 #wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄ ❞ ¦ 「 Kazuichi 」 #shuichi and kazuichi tbt #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ; ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[scarlettriot]

Rainy Day HCs

Summary: What everyone's favorite boys do when it starts to rain.

Soft fluffy fluff. G/N reader

Warning: Mild cursing. Menitons of recreational drugs.

Characters: Bakugo, Midoriya, Kaminari, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Sero

Bakugo

. He insisted on training outside even though the forecast called for rain.

. Also insisted that he needed a training buddy and you were the only one awake.

. You two barely started actual sparing when the first few droplets of rain started to fall and you questioned if you should move the practice someplace dry.

. "You think villains are gonna stop because of a little rain? I don't think so! Now gimme all you got, damn it!"

. You've both always been fairly matched when it came to sparring so after about 30 minutes of going back and forth you were both soaked through and covered in mud.

. Laying on your backs, looking up at the clouds with the rain still coming down, you heard Bakugo crack a small laugh before standing up and pulling you to your feet.

. After hot showers, you curled up together in his dorm room under a mound of plush blankets.

. He brewed hot tea that you both sipped on while reading your favorite respective mangas listening to the raindrops hitting the glass.

. "Thanks." He'd mutter into your temple after giving you a soft kiss. "Drink up. Don't want my teddy bear getting sick."

Midoriya

. You two were walking back to campus when the rain started coming down, but Midoriya was prepared for it.

. He popped open the All Might themed umbrella he'd been carrying with him all day and pulled you in close.

. Everything had been fine until a gust of sudden wind hit you both by surprise, and in an instant, the umbrella was inside out. Midoriya tried his best to right All Might but it was no use.

. "Plan B, I guess." He wrapped an arm around you and, using his quirk, ran to the nearest coffee shop. "We should wait it out here. If we walk all the way back with no cover we could get sick, and then we'd-"

. You silenced his babbling with a quick kiss turning his cheeks rosy when you praised him for his quick thinking.

. The shop was cozy and smelled inviting. Midoriya wasted no time buying you both something to drink and a pastry to share while you found a booth.

. It took about an hour for the rain to slow to a drizzle. "We could probably go now... if you wanted to."

. You snuggled closer into his side and suggest waiting for a sprinkle of rain rather than a drizzle. And he was happy to oblige.

Kaminari

. This boy was too excited when he woke up and realized rain was really coming down. He threw his covers off himself and got right to work!

. He'd been busy all morning, running around nonstop, and didn't bother to stop when anyone asked him what he was up to.

. Shortly after noon, you get a text from him telling you to meet him in his dorm as soon as possible.

. Thinking something might have been wrong, you dropped whatever you were doing and went straight away.

. When he answered the door, he beckoned you into his room with a flourish. "I might have gone a bit overboard." He chuckled.

. It looked like he stole every available blanket and pillow from the rest of your classmates and constructed the most elaborate fort you'd ever laid your eyes on.

. "We've got board games, card games, video games. And I have stocked up on drinks and snacks..." He jumped up, nearly falling over his own two feet. "I also set this up!" He turned the lights off and turned on a small projector. "Perfect for movies, right babe!"

. He'd really gone and thought of everything.

Kirishima

. Kirishima had been planning on taking you to the zoo for two weeks. It'd been all the guy could think about, and you were equally as excited. So excited, in fact, that neither of you thought to check the weather forecast.

. It started to come down as you drove. "We, well, we could go back to the dorms. Try another time?" He looked so sad even as he suggested doing the thing you both knew was the smarter option.

. That's why when you told him to keep driving, a wide, sharp-toothed smile quickly spread from damn near ear to ear.

. You walked for hours around the zoo in the pouring rain, looking at all the animals, jumping in puddles, and spinning around like idiots.

. By the time you climbed back in the car to head home, his hair was sticking to his forehead, and your shirt was nearly seethrough... and the sniffles began.

. You both shed your wet clothes and climbed into his bed once back in the dorms. Coughing and sneezing messes.

. Bakugo nearly broke down Kirishima's door in sheer annoyance, asking what the both of you had done to get sick and, after hearing the explanation, left to go make you two idiots some soup.

. "I don't regret a single thing." Kiri kissed the tip of your stuffed up nose before eating his soup with another huge smile on his face.

Todoroki

. Rainy days make Todoroki very sleepy. He has a tough time getting out of bed on rainy days and will only make an effort to if it is mandatory.

. It was something about the sound of rain on glass that made his eyes feel heavy and how warm his blanket felt around him.

. When it's almost one in the afternoon and you haven't seen him all day, you decide you should probably check on him. You knock and he tells you it's open.

. You're barely able to see his two-toned hair peeking out from under his blanket and you question what he's still doing in bed. "The rain. I just like staying in bed when it rains. But, I can get up if you wanted me to."

. He starts to crawl out of his cacoon, but you tell him that isn't necessary. Instead, you run back to your dorm, change into comfy clothes and ask to join him in his snuggle cacoon.

. Todoroki welcomes you in with open arms. And after a bit of wiggling, you are securely tucked into his side.

. He opens his phone again, back to the youtube video he was watching and presses play.

. It doesn't take him long to nuzzle into the top of your head, humming contently. "You make rainy days even better."

Sero

. Rainy days have an odd way of making Sero productive.

. His entire room would suddenly be spotless, laundry clean and folded AND put away. He even goes around the common area and picks up any small messes. He doesn't just clean either, his school projects would be done, and he'd be all caught up on any reading too.

. But, when there is nothing else to clean and no more school work. He'd come to find you. "Think you could, uh, slip away to the roof with me, love?

. Under a small overhang, shielded from the rain, Sero would light the blunt he had tucked behind his ear. He'd obviously offer to share if that was something you were in to but if not he'd finish it off by himself.

. It wouldn't take long for your backs to slide down the wall, sitting on the cold roof pressed shoulder to shoulder.

. Your eyes fall shut when Sero's cheek pressed against the top of your head when you rest yours on his shoulder. Closing your eyes, letting the sound of the rain consume you.

. "I could fall asleep up here like this. 'S'nice, Y/N."

. You remind him falling asleep in the cold rain probably wasn't the best idea but you weren't against falling asleep in his bed with the window open...

. "You've got the best ideas."

A/N: I hope you enjoy this maple syrup level fluff. It's been raining here all day and I just wanted to cute headcanons. I also didn't proof before posting so sorry about that. Have a good day, night, afternoon, whatever it might be! :)

#mha #mha reader insert #bnha bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #denki kaminari #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha x reader #bnha #shoto todoroki #sero hanta #headcanon #mha headcanons #bakugo headcanons #midoriya headcanons #kaminari headcanons #kirishima headcanon #todoroki headcanons #sero headcanons #mha x y/n

[archived-kin]

genshin modern au cheat sheet

i’m planning to do more pieces set in this au, so i’ve put together a quick list of the characters i'm planning to write about/include!

there are three main groups here - the zhao family, the ragnvindr family and friends, and the Miscellaneous Pals™

(the next volume in this au is going to be a xiao piece, and that should be up within the next two or so days!)

1. the zhao family

zhongli, 36: history professor at the local uni who also plays the guzheng very well, tea-enjoyer, a very proud and supportive dad who loves his kids more than anything in the universe - probably unironically has so many pictures of them in his wallet

xiao, 23: taking a degree in psychology at the local uni, has a cool motorbike, bit of a control freak, doesn’t like surprises, will drop-kick you if you look at him or his sister funny, wants a cat but his dad’s allergic, never really grew out of his emo phase

yanfei, 19: baby of the family, prodigy lawyer-in-training, far smarter than many people give her credit for, likes building snowmen, has to protect her unsuspecting dad from Evil Salespeople looking to make some extra money

xiao and yanfei are biological siblings, and zhongli adopted them when xiao was 11 and yanfei was 7. the circumstances of this adoption is a mystery that none of the zhao family members seem willing to divulge…

the zhao siblings can have a little bit of tragic backstory. as a treat.

basically they were born into poverty and often went hungry for days on end. biological parents were distant and neglecting (though not actually physically/emotionally abusive - yet.)

when xiao was caught shoplifting bread and fruit from a local grocery store so that he and yanfei could actually eat, both parents went ballistic and kicked him out the house in the middle of one of the coldest winters the town had seen

poor kid was practically freezing to death out there, and yanfei raised such a fuss back in the house that mum slapped her square in the face to get her to shut up, which xiao saw through the window, and he promptly decided that he Was Not Putting Up With This Shit for any longer

immediately went to a neighbour’s house and told them what was going on, neighbours promptly called cps, and an investigation was launched

parents were deemed unsuitable for raising kids and (after a lot of back and forth) the two kids were taken into care

meanwhile zhongli was kind of sad because he had no friends or family in this town and all he really did was write articles, read books, and mark work

then one of his co-workers mentioned hearing about xiao and yanfei’s story and it hit zhongli so hard that he immediately rang up the adoption centre and ended up taking them in

and from then on both yanfei and xiao were very happy and healthy because zhongli was literally the best dad ever and put everything into taking care of them

2. the ragnvindr family (+ friends)

diluc, 29: budding businessman who still works at his dad’s cafe but is looking to open up his own company some time soon, still buys himself juice in those little cartons with the straws, still doesn’t know how raising bread works?? how does it get bigger???

diona, 7: diluc’s adopted daughter who has her father firmly under her thumb, bit of a spitfire but can also be the sweetest kid ever, enjoys making ‘potions’ out of grass and flowers and water (diluc can and will actually drink these potions because his love for his daughter knows no bounds)

kaeya, 25: diluc’s idiot little brother who’s changed majors at least five times and still doesn’t really know what he wants to do, practises fencing and horse riding in his spare time like a nerd, spoils his niece rotten

lisa, 26: the first of kaeya’s three roommates, has a degree in english and could easily have gone on to become a leading scholar but chose to instead open a bookshop that gets way more business than expected because she’s pretty and men and women alike are all simps

albedo, 23: the second of kaeya’s roommates, bit of a genius, has already started his chemistry phd, is almost concerningly pale and exhausted at all times, has not gone a day without breaking one of the cups for at least two years

venti, 21: the third of kaeya’s roommates, studying music, acts way older than he is sometimes but is mostly just a child, asks at least one of his roommates to marry him every day without fail, was and still is both a music and a theatre kid

lisa’s actually the one who owns the roommates’ residence because it’s on top of her bookshop

i was going to keep the whole ragnvindr family trauma thing but i decided that diluc deserved to be happy in at least one au so the brothers are still happy brothers :D

unfortunately that means that i’ve transferred a lot of the family trauma over to diona

essentially her mother died when she was a baby and her father, draff, turned to alcohol to get him through the stress of raising a child alone. unfortunately this led to him drunk driving one day, and he crashed the car into one of the wall’s of diluc’s dad’s cafe.

draff died on impact since he was in the front seat, but three-year-old diona managed to pull through despite her injuries. one thing led to another, diluc ended up taking care of her for a bit while the authorities sorted the whole thing out, but then he got too attached and decided to adopt her permanently

now diona has a dad, three uncles and an aunt who are all willing to shower her with all the love she deserves :’)))))

3. the Miscellaneous Pals™:

xiangling, xingqiu, chongyun, 17: local high school kids, they’re all kind of dating each other, low-key got adopted by xiao at one point, guoba is xiangling’s guinea pig and they all have joint custody over him

barbara, bennett, razor, 17: also local high school kids, also kind of all dating each other (but a lot more tentatively), regulars at diluc’s cafe, almost never seen apart

lumine, aether, ??: they keep showing up here and there around town to climb a tree and just sit there throwing leaves at people on the streets, then disappear. no one knows who the fuck they are

tartaglia, 23: nicknamed childe by his friends, also known as Mr Moneybags, is always just hanging around the local uni campus but doesn’t actually study anything there. his real name is ajax, but he thought that was lame so he gave himself a cool new one

eula, 24: new teacher at the local high school, her father used to be headmaster and was notoriously cruel to his students so everyone’s kind of wary of her, but she’s just really sweet and wants the best for her pupils :(((

amber, 21: number one eula defender, teaches the younger kids at the local primary, likes bunsen burners a little bit too much, still can’t remember how to spell the word necessary

hu tao, 25?: shady local mortician who may or may not practise illegal things, was kind of dating yanfei at some point but zhongli sent her packing as soon as he realised who she was, no one knows what her deal is

xiangling’s already a budding master chef and has received several offers from culinary schools, xingqiu is planning to study literature/language at uni but also might just go straight to trying to get a book published, chongyun is going to continue the family tradition of studying the supernatural with maybe a side job at xiangling’s future restaurant so that he doesn’t end up with no money if he doesn’t get any supernatural work

barbara is planning to go to medical school and also sings/dances in her spare time, bennett still doesn’t know what he wants to do but is considering carpentry among other things, and razor is dead-set on working at either a zoo or an animal shelter when he’s older

tartaglia never leaves the house without at least three pocket knives and a water pistol. he’s never had to use them yet, but you never know...

eula and amber live together and are probably dating but they’ll both just dodge the question if you ask them about it

they’re most definitely together though because on eula’s birthday amber brought her entire class of little kids to say happy birthday and bring her flowers

(incidentally amber is diona’s teacher)

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #modern au #genshin zhongli #genshin yanfei #genshin xiao #genshin diluc #genshin diona #genshin kaeya #genshin lisa #genshin albedo #genshin venti #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin eula #genshin amber #genshin barbara #genshin razor #genshin bennett #genshin xiangling #genshin xingqiu #genshin chongyun #genshin lumine #genshin aether #whew that's a lotta characters #zhao family #ragnvindr family and friends #Miscellaneous Pals™

[saphirered]

If you want some individual character asks how about Caleb with a Druid s/o who will wild shape into a cat if he seems sad to try and make him feel better.

Here you go! Enjoy 😘.

Not only out of components to return Frumpkin to his preferred cat form but also having loaned the now owl familiar to Beauregard as part of their agreement Caleb feels lonely, lacking the comfort of the orange fur ball to keep him company. There’s always been something about having the only creature aware of everything he had gone through and still look at him the same as they had always done that gives him hope there might yet be redemption and salvation for him and it’s something he really could use right now. All that’s left for him is to retreat to his room and wallow in sorrow until he falls asleep, gets the components to turn Frumpkin back, this feeling passes or a distraction big enough to have him focus on something else comes along.

You’d noticed Caleb silently retreat when the others were still around. Caleb may be good at covering up anything beyond a surface level of emotion but you know him well enough he’s not in the greatest shape when he just wanders off in the middle of the day. Things had been harsh lately and he’d been struggling. You’d been doing your best to be there for him but Caleb struggles even more with accepting help from others when he’s like this and prefers seclusion until he sets himself straight. It’s not healthy, you’ve told him but it keeps him going so you’ve come to terms with it offering him little gestures of kindness whenever you could if only to ease his pain a little bit.

When Caleb disappeared into the background making sure the others were too caught up in whatever they were doing you sat around, staring in the direction he left in half paying attention to the people around you and your mind debating wether or not you should do something, anything. After Caleb hadn’t returned in an hour you excused yourself and went after him searching for wherever he went. Your first guess had to be right. Not many places he could or would go.

There you are standing in front of the wooden door fist raised hesitantly to knock. Maybe this was a bad idea? Maybe you should just leave him to himself. If Caleb wants to be alone then you should respect that… but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t check in on him… Because what if you could do something? It doesn’t have to be much or fix everything because you know that’s not the goal but the tiniest difference between Caleb wallowing in his own pain and having something or someone to bring him some comfort; that would be enough.

So you knock. There’s a silence and you don’t expect a reply of any kind. You try again, a little bit harder this time. Still you wait patiently. You’re about to turn and leave when the door opens and Caleb peaks out. He looks tired, exhausted even but musters a half smile upon seeing you.

“What can I do for you?” Caleb tries his best to not falter in his usual habits but he knows there’s no hiding from you. You wouldn’t be here if he had succeeded in the first place. No use in keeping the facade going.

“I came to see if you’re alright.” Again there’s the pained half smile. You pity him so much. You know Caleb does not want your pity but still you do. You can’t help yourself but feel sorry for everything he’s been put through and the scars left from the past. No one should have to suffer through such terrible things.

“I’m fine.”

“No, Caleb. You’re not fine.”

“I will be fine. I just need… time.” Caleb sighs holding onto the door. You clasp your hands together and give him the sincerest look you can muster.

“I know you will be fine but I also know you won’t ask for help unless it’s a last resort so I’ll ask you. Do you need my help? Is there anything I could do for you?” Caleb bites his lip, steps aside and allows you to enter. You do and the door is closed behind you. The room is as simple as ever, the sheets slightly crinkled and pillow sunken, giving away he’d been sitting in bed staring into the abyss for who knows how long.

Caleb sits on the bed hands clasped in his lap and nods to the space next to him. You take the hint and sit down. Hesitantly you reach out your hand towards his but stop and are about to pull away hadn’t Caleb grasped your hand to enclose it between both of his own. The grip isn’t too tight or lacking any strength but feels like him holding on to a lifeline no less.

“Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?” You ask as the wizard keeps his eyes on your hand between his. There’s something about the gesture to him that brings him comfort and keeps him tethered to this plane. You’re like an island in the middle of the ocean and he’s been swimming from sharks out to get him but not even you can stand up against a flood. Caleb shakes his head.

“Is there something you usually do to make things easier?” You know of some of the coping mechanisms of Caleb but he wouldn’t have retreated if they worked. Caleb’s smarter than you are and knows himself best so while you may come up with some ideas, you’ll let him try first.

“Yes but not now. Not unless you happen to have about ten gold worth of incense on you.” Caleb laughs sarcastically.

“If you need Frumpkin back I can go retrieve him from Beau if you don’t feel comfortable doing so yourself. Don’t worry.” He appreciates your willingness to take the pressure off any social interactions he doesn’t have the energy for but sadly that’s not the reason.

“Thank you but Frumpkin as he is now won’t help. I need my cat. Not my cat shaped like an owl and it’ll still be a while before we get somewhere I can get enough incense to turn him back.”Caleb looks at you and can see the cogs in your head turning. A realisation has hit you but he cannot place it so instead he awaits for you to elaborate.

“You need a cat? Would any cat do or just Frumpkin? Maybe a cat that looks like Frumpkin?” You try your best to get the clearest visual of the orange ball of fur you can to make sure you could get this right.

“I think so but I’m not sure?” Caleb tries to figure out what you’re hinting at.

“Would this help?” You close your eyes and focus on the image in your mind. Next you open your eyes the world is different. You’re staring up at Caleb with a significant height difference. Your senses pick up on things you did not before and you’re hit with an overwhelming scent of a mixture of spell components, smoke and something more earthy. It’s not uncomfortable and actually pleasant.

Caleb is at loss for words. He knows about your ability to turn into animals but never considered the fact you’d be able to turn into a cat. While he certainly sees some dissimilarities between you and Frumpkin they are minor, he would not have expected you to know exactly where Frumpkin has that little spot shaped like a bean or where one of his whiskers is just a little shorter than the other above it.

Reaching out as if to pet you Caleb hesitates. He knows it’s not Frumpkin or another cat. He’s fully aware this is still you and you’re still fully aware of your surroundings, retain your memory and everything you knew as a person. He can see it in your eyes; they are unmistakably you. When you nudge up into his hand allowing him to stroke his fingers over your head Caleb reads this as you giving him permission. The head scratches turn over to your cheek and just under your chin and you can’t help but feel yourself beginning to purr just like Frumpkin does when he receives the same attention. It’s actually very comfortable and you get why the fey cat likes it so much.

An arm guides you to Caleb’s side and the fingers brushing through your orange fur continue. You don’t know wether or not it’s the cat senses kicking in or your own but you can feel the anxiety beginning to lessen from Caleb. That’s a good sign.

Slowly, little by little your positions change. One moment you’re half leaning against Caleb’s thigh, the next you’re curled up in his lap. Eventually you find yourselves laying back on the bed, you rolled up comfortably on Caleb’s stomach, the fingers brushing through your fur continuing until they become slower and slower and eventually cease, Caleb’s breathing growing heavier and slower. He’s asleep. You look at him careful not to twist too much but he looks peaceful and much less bothered by whatever haunts him so. You don’t want to wake him up so you’ll stay. You still got plenty of time left on this wild shape so maybe you’ll close your eyes for a bit too and you too fall asleep.

When you wake up you feel whatever’s under you stir so you open your eyes and make eye contact with Caleb who looks mortified for some reason. You wonder why. Had you done something in cat form? Wait, you don’t feel as small as you did anymore…

When Caleb woke up he found you in your normal form supporting your head on your crossed arms laying on his stomach fast asleep, his fingers intwined in your hair and the other hand somewhere between your shoulder blades. He shouldn’t have fallen asleep. You hadn’t agreed to this and what if the reason you still being here was because his grip might have been too tight? Nevermind the awkwardness of this all. He doesn’t do well with most physical touch but just like you in cat form, this feels comfortable and he’s ashamed to admit he could very well get used to this, though he doesn’t have the heart to ask you himself.

You sit up supporting yourself on your hands on either side of Caleb. You saw his response to the position the two of you woke up and you know what he’s like when it comes to physical touch and after the emotionally intimate moment you shared with him finding comfort in you, you hope you hadn’t ruined it by falling asleep not keeping track on when your wild shape would end. You blurt out apologies as you sit up and begin removing yourself from on top of Caleb. Caleb stops you as you’re on your knees and rises himself to a sitting position.

“No, I should apologise. Thank you for your kindness. I should have been more considerate. I did not mean to keep you or put you in a, no pun intended, tight spot.” Caleb grabs one of your hands lightly as if afraid you’d slip away and he’d be alone again. Your initial fear you might have overstepped yourself falls away.

“Do… you want me to stay?” You’re almost afraid to ask but you have to, if not for your own sake then for his. Caleb nods sheepishly but when you wrap your arms around his waist pulling yourself close to him once more. His hands find your hair and begin to loosely brush through carefully getting rid of any tangle that might have been there.

“You know I could turn back into a cat once more if you’d prefer.” You mutter into Caleb’s stomach and you can feel the slight tension and release of his abdomen signalling a silent laugh.

“While I very much appreciate the offer and will hope it still stands in the future, for now I am very much content with this.”

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[lisinfleur]

Shelter

The request:

Author’s Notes | I took the chance for Day Felice’s new album and wrote it while listening to their song Shelter, if you guys want to listen to it while reading as well. I hope you guys enjoy it! (And the song too haha). Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon. Words | 1878 ⁑ Warnings: Mentions to child abuse and abandonment. Wounds, blood, and some angst.

His chariot noise was always something that would help his mind to ease after any kind of arguing. And with his wife, it wasn't different. This morning he’d left after a huge discussion with her.

Why was Y/N so worried about a slave child?

Ivar insisted several times she should just forget the thing and let it go. It wasn't their responsibility! And more: by taking leftovers and water for that child every night, she was only making the little thing's suffering longer!

"It would be dead already if it wasn't for you, feeding it every night!" he remembered trying to insist.

But Y/N's was stone-headed! Every single night, there was his queen, dressing her cloak and leaving his castle - once a former church - to visit the thing that now wasn't moving places, of course.

Someone was feeding it, helping it, all the time! Why would it be stupid and leave it behind?

Ivar was getting used to passing by that child every day as if the girl was some kind of door or local decoration. But not for his wife. Not his Y/N and her heart blessed by Frigg.

She was a natural mother. He knew that! It was one of the reasons he chose her the love Y/N would show for any child she could have around.

But when she came with that stupid idea, it went too far for him.

"I'm going to take her home."

A thing.

A useless thing that wouldn't serve not even as a slave, so thin it was.

They've discussed it for hours. Ivar screamed at Y/N she was insane, perhaps touched by some local spirit. Y/N yelled he was an insensitive motherfucker who could fuck himself out of her room if he thought she would let a child starve to death on her door.

As always, their love was intense but also was their anger. And whenever they would yell at each other, one of them would end up hurt.

This time, it was her.

"I don't fucking care about what you think! It's cattle, Y/N! Cattle die! And that's it! I won't spend my supplies with a thing that can barely give anything back to us!"

Or maybe not.

Perhaps... It was him.

"Fine then. Let us guide her to the woods and leave her to the wolves, Ivar. Isn't it what we do with useless things? Oh, wait... Wasn't it what your father did to you?"

Their words would always hurt each other deeper than they wanted to hurt. Their hearts would regret the words said at the moment they’d left their mouths.

But this time, her words forced his eyes to look out of his chariot. And Ivar stopped it by the street near where that thing was sitting, observing. Trying to understand why his wife was trying so hard to save that starving child.

Why was she comparing them as if there was anything in common between him and a Saxon abandoned child?

It was early in the morning. He watched as the little girl unwrapped the leftovers his wife had given to her the last night. At first, Ivar thought the little hungry thing would, of course, eat everything without care. But he watched with surprise as she fractioned the little portion, eating a quarter of it and saving the rest for later.

It was an intelligent move... She wasn’t a wild animal, after all.

That would be a cold day. Ivar observed as the little one looked up to the sky. The sun was born behind some heavy clouds - probably some rain would be coming at night.

He watched as the little thing looked around, smartly stealing a barrel from the trash of a nearby store, checking on its wooden pieces to place it properly as a shelter. She was young and thin enough to fit into it. It would serve for the night and maybe keep her warm.

The owner of the store, so as some people who were passing by, pushed her here or there, complaining about her attempts to move between them. And Ivar watched as the little girl looked up from the ground to the bigger people around her, fearlessly.

She wasn't such a defenseless little thing as he thought she was.

In fact, she was pretty smarter than he thought a Saxon child could be, hiding her barrel between the mead barrels of the same store, covering its problems with some mud, so the owner wouldn't see it wasn't one of his barrels.

She wouldn't have her shelter for the night thrown away or broken before she could use it.

Ivar lost track of the time he spent there, watching the girl moving here and there, gathering stones and mud to imitate the shop owner's way of stocking his barrels and preserving hers.

But the important matters of the town had to be more important than his arguing with his wife, and with this, Ivar moved away from that place.

His mind wondered if that was the reason why his wife was so sure he and that child had something in common.

The little girl was a fighter like he was someday, indeed. She was fighting her way to keep herself alive and, perhaps, his precious Y/N was right, and death wasn't exactly the fate that child had in this world.

Ivar tried to get himself occupied during the day. But the truth was that his mind never stopped lingering over Y/N's words, passing over and over the things he had seen that morning.

When the night was threatening to come, the sky broke in water as he thought it would. But curiosity dragged him away from the path to his home.

Ivar wanted to see if the little girl's plan had gone right and what was his surprise when he found the little one sitting away from the store under the heavy rain, with nothing but a rag to cover herself and wounds everywhere.

The barrel she'd tried so hard to protect was shattered near the store's trash, and a fence was placed by the owner around his barrels with some spikes near the place she was sitting before. It was preventing her from having coverage under his roof, even from the outside.

That angered Ivar a little. He'd seen her hard work! And, in the end, her plan had failed. She was clearly beaten and wet from her head to her toes anyway.

However, his eyes caught something he wasn't expecting.

After eating the last piece of what his wife had given to her, the little girl extended the leather over a hole he watched her carve with her bare hands on the ground. Treated, the leather started to catch water and fill itself, becoming a bag into the hole. The little girl caught the bag before it could lose its content, tied the leather with a strand of her ragged trousers, and created a canteen from where she started drinking the rainwater, relieving her thirst.

She was beaten down, defeated. Yet, she didn't give up. She didn't lay her pride down. And found herself a way to turn that rain into a chance for her to survive one more day.

There was determination in her eyes.

That little thing wasn't being sustained by his wife's crumbs. No. She was fighting to the limit of her strength to survive.

Like he'd done someday...

Ivar's eyes filled with surprise when he could see himself in that little girl's wounds, dragging himself through the mud when everyone thought he would never move.

Standing, when everyone was expecting his legs to break and let him fall.

She was a fighter. And, maybe, Y/N was right. Perhaps it wasn't about a Saxon child or a useless slave. Perhaps the gods were showing him they've chosen that little thing, to give her a chance, to reward her for the fight she was putting on for her life.

"Get in," Ivar's voice sounded.

The little thin thing lifted her eyes to see the mighty Viking looking at her from the chariot everyone from her people was taught to fear. Her wounded little body could barely reach the top of its wheels when she got up to look at Ivar.

Her eyes into his, instigating even more the curiosity he was starting to have about that little Saxon thing.

How fierce would she be if raised under his roof?

But the little thing didn't get up on his chariot at once. Instead, she lowered herself, gathering more stones with her muddy and wounded hands.

"I said get in! Don't you see you'll end up dying under this rain?" Ivar complained, annoyed he was standing under such heavy and cold waters for a thing that dared to turn her back on him, carving the floor and placing the stones in a way the rain wouldn't destroy her little monument. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I must do it, sir," she mumbled.

Ivar could recognize a small stone monument in that little girl's construction. His people were used to rising those little towers to pray for the gods or place small sacrifices and offers.

Was Y/N teaching her about the gods?

"Why?" he asked as she tried to climb up on his chariot, struggling a little with the height and her wounded knees.

"It is for the lady who comes here every day," she mumbled. "I promised if I ever was to leave, I would leave one of these for her, so she would know I'm not dead."

For his wife.

She was leaving a stone monument for Y/N, so she wouldn't be worried...

"I don't know where you're taking me, king Ivar," she said, showing she knew who he was. "But I don't want her to be sad."

Ivar's heart ached. There was indeed something in common between him and that child. But not only the fact that both of them were survivors.

She didn't want his wife to be hurt.

And so didn't he.

"Cover yourself," he said, throwing his warm cloak around her.

It covered her like a blanket in which she rolled herself, nestling with a grateful smile.

"She was right," the little girl mumbled as Ivar started to ride his horses.

"What?" he asked, and she repeated, smiling at him.

"The lady was right." She said. "The gods were watching me. Maybe I passed their test."

Y/N was definitely teaching that girl. And Ivar sighed, looking at the road.

Perhaps it was a test for himself as well. Or Skuld just had decided to use him as a feather to write that little girl's fate differently.

"Skuld," he said, catching her eyes. "We shall name you Skuld. To honor the god that wrote your fate like this."

"Skuld," she tried.

Pronouncing it perfectly.

"Sounds strong... I like it!"

What a petulant little thing, Ivar thought. As if she had any choice on how things would be from now on. A giggle filled Ivar's mouth.

Y/N was right and he would remember apologising after coming home that night.

The little girl wasn’t a useless thing. And he had to admit.

She was like him, after all.

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Adopting Bangtan 03

01, 02

Jeon Jungkook, age 3

At five o’clock in the morning, there are very few things you expect to happen during your five-minute wait for the coffee maker to heat and brew your coffee. None of them is the doorbell ringing.

Actually, you have all of zero expectations at five o’clock in the morning except to drink you coffee and maybe get mad that you didn’t put in enough sugar because you hate the taste of bitter and death and --

Right. It’s five in the morning and your doorbell has rung twice now. You’re wondering, if you continue to ignore it, will the person at the door wander off and bug someone else? It’s unusual enough that someone is ringing the bell in the first place, the least they could have done was ring it at a decent hour. Or waited ten minutes for you to get your coffee and become a human again.

Oh. Doorbell’s rung three times now. At least, the coffee maker has started trickling and the lovely, blessed aroma of caffeine and life is reanimating you into something less of a zombie. Now you’re wondering who in the ever-loving hell decided five in the morning is a good time to visit. On the way to the door, you made sure to zip the sweater you pulled on over your pajamas up to the neck and consider if it’s gotten cold enough to start turning the heat on yet. You peek out of the window, but don’t see anything. Just in case your vantage isn’t wide enough, you open the front door --

-- and find a baby.

Well. Baby might be a slight exaggeration. It’s a slight child, bundled in a coat and two quilts. It was a toddler, no older than two or three, with short hair that told you it was a boy, and he was laid out, asleep across your doorstep. You blinked down at the child, then glanced around. There isn’t anyone in your immediate sight, so you carefully step over the sleeping child to check further up the street than standing in your front door will allow. Still, you saw no one, and you were left with a strange child you knew on your doorstep. You frown down at him, annoyed. It isn’t the child’s fault, you know this, but it still feels like part of your day just got ruined.

You aren’t keeping this one. He’s too small and he’ll be too needy and you just you can’t do it. Namjoon and Yoongi are enough, and they practically take care of themselves. With them, all you have to do is just make sure they’re safe and happy, they handle the rest. However, a toddler on the other hand will need constant supervision and constant stimulation and you’ll have to baby-proof the house, which sounds like a whole nightmare. This child, this baby was only coming inside long enough for you to drink your coffee, eat your toast, and put on proper pants before you report his abandonment to the police.

“Are you adopting another kid?” Yoongi asks quietly. You jump, you could swear the kid moved like a ninja. You’ve put a bell on him more than once and it doesn’t even ring.

“We have a new brother?!” Namjoon shouts from across the apartment. He runs from the bedroom, practically jumping on to the sofa where you placed the sleeping kid while you ate. “Hey, little guy! I’m Namjoonie-hyung. What’s your name?”

“The kid’s asleep,” you tell him. “Speaking of which, why aren’t you?” They won’t need to get dressed for school for another two hours. That should have been plenty of time for you to put clothes on and run the toddler to the closest precinct and return with your boys’ breakfast.

“No, he’s awake,” says Namjoon.

“We heard the doorbell,” answers Yoongi at the same time.

“Hey, don’t be scared, my name’s Namjoon,” your first kid is grinning at the child with his dimples and the gentle voice he reserves for the animals at the park and it’s breaking your heart because you aren’t keeping the baby.

“Was he why the doorbell was ringing?” Yoongi asked quietly. He was pulling two mugs from the cabinet with a sort of nonchalance that you almost let him get away with.

“My name is Jungkook,” a tiny voice replies to Namjoon. He speaks with a small lisp, like a lot of small children, and with a hint of sadness. You try not to let that bother you. The small one is not your responsibility.

“Yep,” you answer Yoongi. You take the cup of coffee he offers you and put the second, still empty mugh back into the cabinet. Yoongi pouts, but doesn’t argue any further; this is a reoccurring battle in the morning, one you will reluctantly admit to losing at least once a week. You enjoy the smell of the hot beverage, as you listen to Namjoon chatter away at the kid on your couch. You can hear how attached he’s already become. It’s going to break your heart when you tell him that no, he is not getting a little brother.

“Do you want me to distract him while you take the little one away?” Yoongi’s voice is just above a whisper. The look on his face is disturbingly stoic for an eight-year-old, but over the last few months you’ve learned a few of his tells. He isn’t happy. Upon further scrutiny, you realize that he also wants to keep the kid.

“You’re upset with me,” you say instead.

“It’s the smarter choice,” he shrugs at you, but once you figured out that he wants you to keep the kid, it was easy to tell why. He knows you have the ability, the resources to take care of another child. It bothers him that you’re rejecting the kid -- Jungkook -- simply because you have the choice. If you don’t want Jungkook, can you decide that you don’t want Yoongi either? What if you eventually reject Namjoon too?

You take a few sips of coffee, eyes turned heavenwards. These kids are going to kill you. They really will. They’re already blatantly and successfully manipulating you and they aren’t even ten-years-old yet.

“Toddlers are a lot of work, Yoongi,” you say. “I have the money to take care of all three of you, but I don’t have the time.”

“Joonie and I can take care of him then,” he shrugs. He’s filling the kettle with water and taking down two more mugs, one for himself and one for Namjoon. You begin to fill two filters with tea leaves. Yoongi scowls again, but doesn’t outright object, so you take that as your one win for the day. Because clearly, you aren’t winning anything else today.

“It’s not that easy,” you grab your coffee mug again. It’s so warm and the house is so cold and you are so not ready for this discussion. Or anything, really.

“Why not?” “You and Namjoon, have school, Yoongi. And I have to work. He can’t stay home by himself. What am I supposed to do with a toddler?”

“You say that like you can’t hire a babysitter,” Yoongi rolls his eyes “Or find a daycare.” You stop sniffing at your coffee, stop enjoying the feel and smell of life, intelligence, patience, joy and stare at your kid. He stares back at you, but the nibbling of his lip tells you that he’s acknowledging what he’s said and exactly why a daycare will not be anything you ever consider. You don’t trust strangers with your children, and it’s for that exact reason why a babysitter will be hard to come across too. Yoongi sighs, and you know that’s all the verbal acknowledgement you’ll receive.

“This is our caretaker,” Namjoon is carrying the toddler into the kitchen now. Jungkook is free of his coat, blankets, and shoes, and Namjoon sits him at the kitchen table. Another mug comes out of the kitchen cabinet, this one immediately filled with milk and placed in front of the kid. He’s as small as you thought he would be, wearing jeans and a sweater that seem to swallow him whole. His eyes are as big as his whole face and they dart around, taking in the new room. Namjoon tells the kid your name and introduces Yoongi as his older brother and the whole thing is just so heart-warming and sweet that you literally can’t anymore. You down the rest of your coffee and pour a second. It’s unusual for you, to drink a second cup of coffee this soon, but you’re going to need all of the brain power you can get to figure out how exactly to make this work.

“You know what? I don’t want toast anymore. You boys want to go to the Ahjumma’s restaurant this morning or to our favorite Ahjussi’s?”

“Oh! Can you bring us bread from that one store?” asks Namjoon. He’s practically bouncing in his chair, and the enthusiasm is apparently contagious.

“With fruit salad?” Yoongi requests. He managed to sneak in a cup of coffee in the end, pouring it while you were watching Namjoon with Jungkook, distracted with your thoughts.

“We were supposed to be going out together, but hey, save me a few won, I guess.”

“I think Areum-noona might be looking for another job,” Yoongi mentions as you pass.

Your only response is to blow him a raspberry.

04, 05, 06, 07

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Gojo and Sukuna: The Strongest vs The Strongest

Gojou and Sukuna are both pictured lounging on top of a pile of skulls: the people they’ve climbed over to reach the top of their respective worlds. Gojou is the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer, and Sukuna is the strongest cursed spirit. As they both carry the title of the strongest they actually have a lot in common, and are destined to duke it out one day - more details UNDER THE CUT.

1. Individualism

Gojo and Sukuna are both characters who base their entire identity around their individual strength. Their number one priority is the development of themselves. They need to stand out. They need to stand out on top. That’s why they share the phrase: “Throughout the heaven and earth, he alone is the honored one.”

Selfish and self-centered is a personality trait that typically has negative connotations, but being a selfish person is not necessarily a good or bad thing. All it means is you prioritize yourself first, your own thoughts, your own world view, your own sense of self. 

“I alone am the honored one” is actually a phrase of self enlightenment. It’s said that after the Budha Sakayuni was born he took seven steps from his mother and said that while pointing to the heaven and earth [x]. 

Gege has confirmed in his author comments he uses it to confirm the arrogance of the characters, and in doing so he portrays both the good and the bad of having such a sense of arrogance. See, selfishness is considered a bad quality, but what about self-confidence? Self-esteem? Believing in yourself can lead you to good things. Doubting yourself may seem humble, but it can lead you to making mistakes, or even lashing out at others. These aren’t necessarily good or bad they’re just qualities that people have. Personal enlightenment means becoming the best version of yourself that you can possibly be (if I’m WAYYY SIMPLIFYING). Gojou and Sukuna know themselves, and what they desire better than any other characters in the series. 

Gojo and Sukuna have such high confidence in themselves that they believe they can do pretty much anything, and usually they can. In their world view if you have the strength to do it, then anything is possible. 

Gojo calls this philosophy swinging for the fences. They are both like star players on the team, who do everything they can to stand out and be the best. Their are two competing needs in the story, the individual good, and the collective good. Gojo insists you don’t have to sacrifice yourself and put yourself down for the good of others, which is why he tries to assert his individual will on the world. He wants to make the world better how he sees fit. He generally thinks he’s right, and more right than others. Sukuna is the same way to a more extreme extent. 

The flaw of this thinking is that eventually they both tend to see themselves as above other people. When they stop seeing other people and cut themselves off like this, they start to believe they have to do every single thing alone. Instead of asserting their own will over others, it becomes more and more like their own will, their own ideas, their own thoughts and feelings become all that exists to them. That’s when their thinking starts becoming warped. 

Collectivism and Individualism are ideas that seem to contradict each other but that’s wrong, they’re actually complementary ideas that coexist. People are individuals. People are a collective group. Both of these ideas exist at the same time. 

Gojo’s self confidence, his selfless fighting for others always using his strength for the sake of others, trying to make a better world as he sees fit are all good things, but the fact that he believes no matter how strong he becomes no matter how hard he fights he’ll always die alone because it’s not worth becoming close to others in the Jujutsu World is just... sad. It means ever since Geto left, Gojo has trouble accepting other people and becoming close to them. Whereas Sukuna just doesn’t care. The flaw of doing everything alone is exactly that, you’re eventually alone, you become the only person on earth. 

2. Collectivism

Gojo and Sukuna both have an individual mindset, but where they differ is how they use their massive strength. Gojo believes in himself above all else but, he uses his strength for the collective good of the jujutsu world, whereas Sukuna only ever uses it for himself. Gojo parallels Yuji’s grandfather’s advice at the beginning of the manga pretty much exactly. He’s strong, so he’s obligated to help people. 

Gojo and Sukuna believes their strength makes them capable of anything, but Sukuna takes that one step further. Sukuna’s strength means he can do whatever he wants to others. Whereas, Gojo holds himself back. It’s why Sukuna is the king of curses, but Gojo isn’t the king of sorcerers. 

Gojo is at least capable of acknowledging other people in a way that Sukuna isn’t. Sukuna believes that the world should be run on strength alone. Gojo acknowledges that he’s perfectly capble of slaughtering everyone at the top and declaring himself king, but that he doesn’t really think that will change things ultimately. 

The thing is other people exist, even if Sukuna wants to ignore this inconvenient reality. No man is an island, yadda yadda. More importantly though, other people play a big role in individual identity too. If you were a person who never interacted with other people in your life, you’d just be insane. You’d be feral like an animal. You wouldn’t even have a sense of individuality. The individual ego is shaped just as much by our interactions with other people, seeing how we’re similiar and different to others than it is by how we view ourselves. Gojo and Sukuna both grapple with this idea. One thing they have in common is they both have awful peresonalities.

They’re not even lousy, they’re childish. They play games with other people. Gojo makes constant references to video games and pop culture like he’s a really hip teenager. Sukuna makes every fight into a game where he viciously mocks his opponent because he’s just so bored. The reason is because as individuals they’re also stunted, specifically because they have such trouble acknowledging other people and other people have such an influence on our peresonalities. Gojo doesn’t really need to grow up because he’s always been stronger and smarter than all the adults. Sukuna is a thousand year old spirit who acts like he’s thirteen. 

This longing to understand other people exists in both of them. Sukuna’s one redeeming feature is that when people are strong he will acknowledge them. He reaches out and connects to Jogo before his death. The problem is if you don’t meet his own personal definition of strength, then by his rules you’re basically nothing. 

Gojo seems much more aware of the fact that he’s not good enough to change things alone. What he wants is allies who are just as strong as he is, people he can rely on, people he can stand together and fight with. 

Sukuna genuinely doesn’t care about others. In fact, he views the desire to have companions, equals as a weakness. If you accept other people in any other regard, it weakens you and your individual will + desires as a person. 

But as I said, acknowledging other people is just as formative in your identity in ackonwledging yourself. Sukuna is just flat out wrong here. He’s the extreme result of Gojo’s tendency to do everything himself. For Sukuna other people just straight up don’t exist. The only people he acknowledges are the ones who meet his standards, his servants like Ura-Ume, and the one he plans on using like Megumi and that itself is a weakness. An oversight. 

3. Gojou vs. Sukuna

Sukuna has been planning, since literally the introduction chapters and the very first arc of the manga how he’s going to take Gojo down when he eventually claims Yuji’s body as his own. 

However, even if Sukuna were at full strength in Yuji’s body, Gojo would still win. I don’t think Gojo’s being cocky here it’s a genuine assessment of his strength. Which is why Sukuna has gotten crafty. We saw a long, long time ago he took an interest in Megumi the moment he learned he was a shikigami user. 

Sukuna notices that Megumi a shadow based shikigami user should have been easily able to beat a one finger curse, and asks why he didn’t. It’s after this point he takes a special interest in Megumi. He sees much more potential in Megumi, then Megumi even sees in himself. 

He places his bets in the personal development of Megumi Fushigoro. Over time, we’re reminded again and again the itnerest Sukuna has only in Megumi, and it’s slowly revealed why piece by piece. 

We learn two things about Megumi over time, that he intentionally holds himself back all the time, even though among the first years he’s the closest so far to developing a domain expansion. Number two is what we’ve learned in the last chapter.

Megumi actually has an insanely strong Jujutsu ability that he was born with. Among the Zen’in family it’s the only one that could ever possibly equal the six eyes. In the past it was a six-eyes user and a ten shadows user who fought to the death as equals. Megumi is someone who has had the capability to surpass Gojo all along, he just doesn’t believe himself capable and inententionally holds himself back. 

Which is why we learn this chapter, the insanely strong spirits that Megumi can summon with his ability we finally get a clue as to why Sukuna has taken an interset in him. Even if everything goes swimmingly and he takes over Yuji’s body, he still has to fight Gojo. 

Sukuna is keeping Megumi alive because from the beginning, being a thousand years old he knows this ancient history between the Zen’in and the Gojo families, and he knows that Megumi being a ten shadows user has the potential to be an equal, or even stronger than Gojo. 

The Gojo and Sukuna fight is going to happen eventually in the manga and when it does, Sukuna’s planning on using Megumi as a tool against Gojo. That’s what we’ve been building to all this time. That’s Sukuna’s plans for Megumi. 

#sukuna #ryomen sukuna #gojou satoru #gojo satoru #megumi fushigoro #jjk meta #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen meta #jujutsu kaisen theory

[zebra-all-the-time]

I finished Carmen Sandiego last night. I have some notes.

*inhale* wHAT A GOOD SHOW. THAT SHOW MADE ME FEEEEELL THINGS. VERY GOOD THINGS. VERY SAD THINGS. VERY LOTS OF SCREAMING THINGS.

Characters amazing 😭. Devineaux was my favorite and I love him so much.

The show??? Is so smart???? Like not predictable?!?? To me at least :)! I love love love shows that are smarter than me and hit me in the back of the head with “GOTCHA” when I least expect it.

THE. ART. And not just the animation style! (that of course has me smiling and shaking my hands like a little baby, tho.) I’m talking about how EVIDENT it is that the whole crew of this show knows what they are doing and treats storytelling like an art form. UGH! SO GOod. So good. The story flows BEAUTIFULLY. And I feel good that I UNDERSTAND why they did what they did.

Overall I give this show a 8.5-9/10. GOOD. SOLID. SHOW. WOULD AND DO RECOMMEND.

Below the cut is spoilers only for my peeps who have watched the show :))

HELLO CARMEN SANDIEGO FANDOM FKSKFKKEKFKDKF

Okay I’m from Boston so Zack and Ivy annoyed me a little at first bc I was like “... HEY. 👉👈 >:1 I don’t sound like that! And fkkskgks we don’t talk like that... and people their age do’t usually say wicked hnggg not unless they were joking about being Bostonian,,” but also I’m from the suburbs so what do I know. But!! After a while, I found them both so endearing. Their relationship made me so happy and the fact that they were their own people?! Both outside from the Boston stereotype AND each other?!? AAA I love em I’ll smooch em. My favorite scene of the whole show is probably them singing “More Than A Feeling” I WATCHED IT OVER AND OVER IT JUSF MAKES ME SO HAPPY.

HHHHHHHHHH VILE IS SO GOOD. I’M SORRY I REALLY LIKED THEM VILLAINS. It was really cool :)

The whole confusion about who should be against who and ACME and VILE trying to figure it all out and messing up who was fighting with who also made me smile. Idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ good storytelling

I was a little meh about how in the end they were like “oh just tell ACME where VILE is so everyone gets arrested and the day is saved ‘once and for all’” because,,, uh,,,,, couldn’t they have done that from the beginning, then? You know,, when they actually *knew* where VILE’s base was? Uhh??? If that would have solved everything then why did it take so long?

Hmf I’m annoyed that we never got Player’s real name. I’m fine not knowing Carmen’s because I feel like she was Carmen for so long that it probably less confusing when talking about her and using that, but fkkskfksjfusjsj I want to know Player’s. I read a single fanfic and the writer called him “Quinn”, is that a thing? I mean I like it. But Idk where it came from is all :)? Lmk tho👉👈

tbh?? Same with some other characters?? (I wanna know El Topo land Le Chevre’s first names :,) EDIT: thank you @hey-yall-cam in the comments you reminded me!

And finally: found family ow. Found family good. 😭 found family rIPPED FROM MY HANDS O W. GLAD EVERYONE GOT THEIR HAPPY ENDINGS BUT C O M E O N

#Good show. #Carmen sandiego #Pspspssps Carmen Sandiego fandom come here I want to hug you #I’m so scared that I’m late bc the show is over

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Taehyung - Bunny love

》Pairing: Hybrid!Reader x Single Parent!Taehyung

》Summary: Moving around and trying to find your home that your animal side craved for, you find your love of teaching kids art. Being a rare, albino bunny hybrid, you have to hid your appearance with baggy clothes and hats. What happens when a certain little girl takes a liking to you and what happens when that little girls very single, very hot dad also takes a liking to you?

》Genre: Fluff, a little bit of angst (tiny)

》Word count: 5k

》Notes/Warnings: Fem reader, choking (not sexual), slight harassment for a very short period.

Ah this took me a long time, I couldn't think of a proper ending but I quite like the ending and how it ties it together. Enjoy ! <3

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Moving around to new cities wasn’t new to you but moving to an entirely different country is. You never felt like you was home, even when you was living with your parents, it never felt right. It never felt like you belonged in your little town, you never felt that warmth of finally finding comfort. Your parents said that it was because of your genetics, that when you find that warmth feeling, don’t let go because that will be your home. It will be the place where you belong.

You are now living in Seoul and you were slowly but surely getting more comfortable. The language wasn’t hard to learn, you are a fast learner after all. You found the perfect job as an art teacher for a primary school and found that your classroom was where your heart and soul was. The walls were covered in splatters of paint, the children’s artwork splayed across the three walls that didn’t occupy the interactive whiteboard. Cut outs and spiral hung across the ceiling like Christmas decorations. Luckily for you, you were only small, so you didn’t get tangled with the hanging artwork. However, trying to get them on the ceiling was hard as you were scared of heights and being at the very top of a ladder was scary.

Being an art teacher meant that you could be quite laid back as you didn’t have to worry about students not understanding nor worry about teaching them about certain words. It also didn’t require the kids to fully think as you often promoted that they should create whatever their hearts desire. Because of this, you found that the kids were a lot more happier and open to you than the other teachers causing you to get side eyed sometimes by other teachers. You just shrugged at them, kids didn’t like to learn and listen all the time, they wanted to be free for a while. You were also good with smelling emotions that the kids felt, causing you to be good with kids in general. If they were sad? Juice box and fruit. If they were angry? Give them some paint and a blank canvas, let them express what they are feeling.

The headmaster liked your teaching style and the way that you were ‘talented with children’ - their words not yours. You also really liked the headmaster for allowing you to wear whatever clothes you wanted, which was good because of your situation. The situation was the big, white, fluffy flops on top of your head and the white fuzzball that was at your lower back.

Yes, you were an albino rabbit hybrid.

Hybrids are extremely rare. Hybrids came about when some crazy scientists thought that they could create a superior race where they were stronger and smarter than humans but were more obedient. The government and animal control was involved with taking it down and not much was said on the news about the whole situation. The government made up an organisation called The Hybrid Move. They basically take care of anything to do with hybrids and make sure to keep track of them so that none of them get taken and get experimented on by other crazy scientists. They were a lovely bunch of people; you knew quite a lot of the employees as you have to keep in contact with them.

Your parents were a part of the experiment, they never talked about it much and you can’t imagine how awful the conditions were. Once they were free, they ended up having you and moved to a small town, outside of the city. Seeing as they were both hybrids, it was inevitable that you were too.

From a young age, they told you that you always had to hide your tail and ears so that nothing bad happens to you. This meant that you had to wear baggy clothes and hats in every public setting and because of this, you had very little friends as they didn’t understand why you wore hats in summer, or why you couldn’t go swimming or go to sleepovers. Many people talked about you behind your back, name-calling was common. It seemed that even if you did hide your animal features, you were still a freak. A group of boys once took it so far, that they cornered you and tried to take your hat off. This then resulted in parents coming in and you being supervised by at least one teacher at every single hour of the day.

At first, you was confused at why there wasn’t anyone else that had ears or tails. You were also confused because, “Why do I have to hide something that I can’t help, it’s my nature?”

This, in turn, led to a conversation about the hybrid experiments that your parents went through and how they are in contact with The Hybrid Move organisation.

It hurt to bend your ears into a beanie at first, but after a while you got used to it, but now, from the years of fitting your ears into your beanie, they both bent outwards permanently at the top. Your tail hurt when you snatched it on somethings, and it killed when it snagged on your clothes. You always wear flowy, long skirts and baggy pants, making sure to cut a hole in your pants and that your top was always long enough to hide the cut. You have a very, artsy aesthetic, neutral and earth colours are your thing.

You live in a little bungalow, the large backyard was filled with flowers, plants, and vegetables. At the very back of your garden, you had a small selection of overgrown trees so that if you do shift, you have your own little hideout where you can properly connect with nature without being chased by a predator. You have a little cut in the middle of your right ear because of a fox. You had to shift at least once every month, otherwise, you get extremely uncomfortable and can cause you to shift in places where you really shouldn’t.

The only downside to your job, other than the snarky teachers was that you couldn’t go to any events that they held. You couldn’t exactly go to a posh event because you would end up wearing a beanie, very classy. And, you couldn’t wear fitted clothing.

You did have two teacher friends, first being Namjoon. He teaches English and has an incredibly beautiful husband, Jin who teaches history. How lovely the both of them are, they are so in love. Jin is so nice, he likes to look after both you and Joon. He often brings in food, of course they were vegan friendly for you. As much as you love Namjoon, he is clumsy and because of this clumsiness, they found out about you being a hybrid shifter.

What happened was, after school one day, you were on the ladders, hanging up some artwork when a loud crash came behind you as Namjoon dropped his mug of coffee. You are scared of loud noises because of your sensitive ears and the mug dropping caused you to shift. They had no words when one minute you were climbing the ladder and the next there’s a white bunny on the floor. Jin went to scream but Namjoon shoved his hand over his lovers’ mouth, causing the scream to be muffled. Joon is as clumsy as he is smart, so he connected the dots fairly fast and quickly went to shut the classroom door and pick the shaking bunny up in his arms. It only took 5 minutes of Joon and Jin stroking and whispering sweet words for you to shift back- Luckily with clothes. After that fiasco and explaining everything, they were very understanding and you three became very close friends, with you often feeling like you were third wheeling.

It was coming up to the end of summer, which meant that you could no longer just sit in the sunny spots of your living room and stay up to watch the sunset. You were excited nonetheless as you got to meet a new set of students that were coming up to their last years of primary. The whole process went smoothly and after a few months, they were well on their way with their current projects.

A little girl named Sujin became particularly close to you, sometimes choosing to stay in your classroom for lunch if she noticed that you wasn’t busy. Sujin had chubby cheeks and short, black hair with a wide, boxy smile. She was incredibly talented and was always excited about coming to art class, always skipping, singing, and dancing. Sujin was also a very curious child, always asking questions. You don’t mind answering them and you don’t even mind answering the ones about your personal life because, who on earth is she going to tell that your favourite snack is strawberries? One day after school she even asked if you had found your ‘prince or princess’. It took you a while to register what she was talking about, but you answered with a big, fat nope, ‘I haven’t found my prince’. After you answered, she just ran off and giggled, a cheeky smile painting her face. You shrugged, not minding her curiosity.

December comes and it’s time for parents evening. You have talked to multiple parents, a few have you scowling as they say how you ‘don’t dress like a teacher’ or that you ‘look too unprofessional’. Whilst you’re waiting for your last appointment with Sujin, you go around the classroom and pick up the swirl cut-outs that parents hadn’t notice where hanging from ceiling, causing them to waft their arms around and destroy some of them.

You stand in the frame of the door once you are done when you hear a very distinct laugh. Sujin comes bounding in, dragging a very, very tall and very, very handsome man down the hall. You can tell straight away that this is her father, his boxy smile unmistakably the same as Sujin’s.

Your mind buffers looking at him and your animal inside goes feral, ‘He could easily protect you; he looks strong and he’s so tall, he could defend you without much energy’. You blink rapidly, trying to stop yourself from jumping on top of him asking him to be your buck. Stupid animal instincts.

You look down when you notice that the man has stopped smiling and is now starring at your feet, to find that your right foot is slightly thumbing the ground. You try to stop yourself but you’re leg ends up twitching and shaking. Ignoring it the best you can, you smile awkwardly but in Taehyungs mind, you look annoyed; you’re leg stomping with a very forced smile. He looks sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that isn’t holding Sujin’s

“I’m sorry I’m late, the traffic was worse than I thought”

Once again, your mind malfunctions at the deepness of his voice, ‘please, earth swallow me now’ you thought. You shake your head and mumble to him that it’s fine and you wasn’t waiting that long.

You lead them into the classroom and turn around when you hear Sujin giggle as the man almost runs straight into one of the swirls from the ceiling. You really should have asked Joon if he could have taken them down beforehand. You cover your mouth when you chuckle, his sharp, dark eyes finding yours when he hears you and coughs, his cheeks blushing slightly. You stop laughing and sit down at your desk, gesturing them to do the same.

Throughout the meeting, you say various praises for Sujin as she is a literal angel and is extremely talented. You question the man, that you now know as Taehyung, if there has been artistic people in the family.

“Um, no not really, I mean, I do. I only do art as a hobby though. One day she came home and asked if she could get some art supplies because she really enjoyed your lessons and loved how she could express herself” Your heart hammers in your chest at the thought of inspiring someone, even if it is a child, it’s a massive compliment for a teacher.

The meeting doesn’t last long but you do notice that the entire time, you had a very warm feeling in your heart. You felt comfort. You ignored your thoughts, deeming it to be from the warm classroom.

Just as you’re about to turn back into your classroom, his voice echoes in the, now empty, hallway, “Are you going to Parent-child Christmas dance?”

You pause in your tracks and stare wide-eyed at hm, “Uh-I-Uh”

‘Omg WORDS Y/N’ you thought

Quickly gathering your thoughts, you reply “I don’t usually go”

You see his shoulders sag as his smile falters and quickly add “I might go this time though”

You inwardly freak at your words, what were you thinking??

His boxy smile once again makes an appearance “I’ll see you there than, Ms L/N” His voice showing his excitement

Without a second thought you run to Joon’s room to get help. Oh gosh, what have you gotten yourself into?

On the night of the dance, you’re wearing an A-line dress so that it doesn’t catch your tail and your ears are free as you stand next to Namjoon and Jin who have fake bunny ear headbands on their heads. When you freaked out about going to the dance wearing a hat, they proposed that you just went without a hat. Immediately, you shot the idea down, but they suggested that if you went without a hat, they went with a headband so that you wasn’t alone.

You’re a bunch of nerves as you’re dart across the many parents and children that fill the decorated gym hall. You have to restrain your ears from moving towards every sound that they hear, not used to being uncovered. Lucky for you, many teachers were dressed up in a Christmas themes as you see many antler headbands and Santa costumes.

“Hey, you good?” Namjoon’s voice breaks you out of your trance as you look up at him with your wide eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine” You nod your head so many times, Jin thinks that your head might pop off.

“Your ears are twitching, darling” Jin says, going to rub your ears to soothe them, your body visibly relaxing at the administration.

Your eyes briefly flutter at the calming motion but soon shoot open when you hear the gym door opening. He walks in, once again, being tugged by Sujin who ditches him as soon as she sees her friends on the dance floor.

He makes eye contact with you and you can feel your face heat up. You see him take big steps towards you, not seeming to notice Jin or Namjoon who look at the both of you curiously. They step away when Taehyung gets close enough, wanting to watch the interaction from the side-lines.

You both stand side by side in silence until it’s broken by Taehyung, “I’m going to get a drink, do you want anything?”

You shake your head, too nervous to speak, your ears almost twitching.

He walks off as you stare at his broad back. He looked amazing tonight as he wore a flowery coat with a black tuxedo underneath it, his hair fluffy and curly, you want to run your hands through it. His jawline is sharp, and his eyes are a deep shade of brown, you could get lost in them.

Your lost in your head by the time he comes back to you, jumping when he appears in front of you, bending his back to look into your eyes because of the height difference. Even in heels, you only just reach his shoulders.

“I bought you some strawberries, Sujin says that they are your favourite”

Your big eyes stare into his, he remembered? You told Sujin that like 2 months ago. You don’t dwell on it too long as you look at the plastic plate in his hand that is full of strawberries and snatch one so quick that Taehyung didn’t think he’s seen anyone move so fast.

His chuckle causes you to strain your head upwards to look at him with your cheeks full of strawberries. With your cheeks still full you smile shyly, some strawberry juice escaping but Taehyung just grabs a napkin and softly grabs your chin with his other hand and gently wipes it away. All you can do is look at his face, noticing that he has one monolid and one double lid, as well as having a little mole on the tip of his nose.

He doesn’t move when he is finished and just looks you in the eye, his eyes filled with curiosity of wanting to know you more and adoration because he thinks, that he might have just fallen, even if you don’t know each other fully.

Throughout the rest of the night, it’s filled with random questions and you learn a lot about this man. When your both looking at the kids dancing, you see him look at the kids with adoration and care, a smile always present on his face, you wonder why he isn’t a teacher.

However, when you think that everything is going well, it goes downhill, fast.

The music seems to be getting louder and your ears twitch slightly, you feel a whimper wanting to leave your throat at the discomfort. You turn to face Taehyung when you find that he is already looking at you, specifically, your ears.

“I’m going to get some space” you whisper to him, your voice small. You see Taehyung nod at you, still fascinated by your ears.

You walk into the hallway outside of the gym and lean against the wall, breathing heavily. You closed your eyes to try and focus on relaxing your ears from all of the sounds that surrounded you, the music booming, the sound of the AC, footsteps. Footsteps.

You looked up frantically, looking at the man that was staring at you intently, the disgusting smell he gave off showed his intentions. Frozen in place, he came up to you and slammed his hands next to your head. His lips contorted into a smirk as he dragged his hands down to your face and stroked your cheek, “I’ve been looking for you, I knew I would find you eventually”

Your throat hurt felt tight as you gulped. His hand that wasn’t on your cheek slowly caressed your figure, going down to your waist, his grip tight. You let out a whimper when he pulled your right bunny ear, your eyes filling with tears. Your animal instincts of submitting made you shake, both of your ears dropping to the back of your head.

“Aren’t you a sight, little bunny” he stated, his breath smelled like smoke, making you want to gag. Your breathing became heavier as he started to pull you closer to his taller and more muscular frame.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing” a voice growled, surrounding the empty hallway.

The man that held you turned you around to face Taehyung, one of his arms going towards your neck and the other wrapping around your waist. Your arms go up to his arm around your neck as your nails dig into his skin.

“Aw, the boyfriend has come to rescue the doe” the man snarled at Taehyung, anger radiating off him.

Taehyung’s eyes are sharp, his jaw clenched as he looked at the arms around your neck and waist but softening as he saw the tears running down your face. Taehyung saw red when the man tightens his grip on your throat, he lunges towards the both of you when the man holding you speaks.

“Did you know these pretty things are real?”

Taehyung stops, his face void of showing emotion. The man that held you pulled your ear once again as you whimpered in pain, tears finally making their way down your face. You start to cough when the lack of oxygen gets too much.

The noises and the stress of situation was getting too much for you and it was like Taehyung knew as he made eye contact with you as your ears started to twitch on their own, your tail feeling fuzzy.

The arms around you slip as you shift into your bunny form, the man stumbling slightly which gives Taehyung the perfect advantage as he runs to the man, punching him square in the face. The man hits the floor with all of his weight, his eyes shutting. You don’t have much time to think about how strong Taehyung must be to knock him out with one punch as you sprint down the hall, your small legs jumping as fast as they can to find somewhere to hide.

“Y/N wait” You hear Taehyung cry out as he runs after you.

You’re fast, but Taehyung is faster with his longer legs as he scoops you up in his arms. You kick him with your back feet, trying to get out of his grip but not with all of your force so that you don’t injure him.

“Shh, shh, it’s fine, it’s just me. You’re fine” He shushes and coes at you, calming you down, one of his hands rubs against your fur.

Taehyung slowly slumps down against the wall of the hallway, not too far away from the gym but not close enough that someone will walk down. He is still holding you as you calm down, whispering soothing words into your ears and rubbing your back. You look up at him and all you see is love in his eyes. You sit up a bit more on your back feet, your front paws going onto his chest for stability as you nudge his nose with yours. His laugh rings out down the hallway as you start to lick his cheek.

Taehyung feels a significantly heavier weight on his lap as you shift back into your human form, your legs over his sideways, your right side leaning into his chest and your hands resting near his collarbone. There are still tear tracks on your face as you look up to him with your big eyes.

“I knew these bunny ears looked scarily realistic” he chuckles, no disgust in his voice.

 You stay seated in Tae’s lap when you call the hybrid organisation, as he occasionally kisses you head when you choke on your words, encouraging and supporting you. You both sat there for a while afterwards, with his left hand wrapped around your waist and his right brushing your bunny ears. Your teeth clicking together in contentment as no words where said, none were needed.

Taehyung is nearly tackled to the floor when you both walk into the gym hall as Sujin jumps on him and wraps her arms around his neck. She babbles at how she had such a good time dancing and that one of the other girls, Yuna, showed her some dance moves. You and Taehyung laugh as she talk animatedly about it. You move your hands to brush your hands through her hair, gathering it all so that you can redo her ponytail, whilst Taehyung looks at both of you with fond eyes.

“you know, there’s a job opening for another art teacher, the other one left” your voice was soft as you glanced at Tae. His eyes looking straight at you, excitement evident. Sujin joins in, encouraging her dad to start working here. You knew that he would love the job, he is great with kids, and for your own selfish reasons, you really want him to teach by your side. When Taehyung says that he will apply, you feel warmth start to spread in your chest, a wide smile making its way onto your face.

“Daddy, look it’s a slow song, go dance with Ms. L/N” Sujin whispers into Taehyungs ear. She noticed that her daddy was looking at you when you was talking to Namjoon and Jin about something across the hall. Your ears pick up the words she spoke as you weren't fully paying attention to what Joon or Jin was talking about. You didn’t mean to, but with Tae stood there, you couldn’t help but savour every moment that you were near each other.

Taehyung puts Sujin down and walks over to you in wide strides, confidence oozing out of him. A sly smirk makes its way onto your face when you make eye contact with each other, making Tae falter in his steps.

“May I have this dance?” His voice cuts through the convocation Jin and Joon was having, both of them looking at Tae with their mouths open.

“You may” You say shyly, taking his hand.

The both of you make it to the dance floor as other parents fill up the space. You put your arms around his shoulders as he puts his on your waist, the warmth once again coming back and filling up your chest.

“I’m sorry about what happened earlier” you said in a low voice, not making eye contact with him.

Taehyungs heart cracks a little at how small you sounded, “It’s completely fine, I should have gone out with you” his voice equally as low.

You look up at him and your heart beats a little bit faster. You shake your head side to side to disagree with him, neither of you could have predicted what happened.

“Ever since I met you at parents evening, I thought about you ever day. Every time I see you my heart beats erratically and there’s a warmth in my chest that I can’t explain” Tae mumbled, only for you to hear.

You place your head on his chest as you both sway to the music and whisper “I’m the same. But I have, um, something to tell you”

“My parents said that whenever I find warmth, this warmth, it’s where my home will be” you pause, “Tae, I think you’re my home”

Taehyung stops dancing, causing you both to be stood in the middle of the gym, the parents around you still swaying past both of you. You don’t separate from him nor look at him, scared of what he may say. The palpitations in your heart, the closeness and the heat in your chest have your feelings soaring, so much so, that a tear escapes your eye at the thought of him being disgusted by the words you spoke.

He raises his hand to life your chin up to meet his eyes, he briefly looks down at your lips, then back to your eyes, looking for permission. You nod slowly, standing on your tip toes as he leans down, his hand now cupping your cheek. The dim lights casted shadows onto his face, though you could see him perfectly. You can feel the hand that lays on your cheek softly, contrasting with the strong grip around your waist. Leaning closer, your lips met in a sweet kiss, all of your emotions coming to the surface. You clutches his shirt into your hands, tears now fully coating your cheeks. He pulled away slightly, his breath danced across my lips as he whispered, “I don’t think you’re my home, I know you are my home”.

You smile to brightly that it hurts your cheeks, he brings a hand up to wipe away your tears. Even with mascara smudging at the bottom of your eyes, tear stains on your cheeks and bloodshot eyes, Taehyung hasn’t something more beautiful.

3 years later

Explaining what you were to Taehyung was easy, but explaining it to a young girl, was interesting to say the least. It sent her imagination wild when she asked you to shift, she loved to give you kisses and hug you close to her.

You now lived in Taehyung’s house with Sujin, who has recently started to call you mummy. She first said it when you tucked her in bed when one day, your ears stood up to attention, eyes stinging to avoid from crying with happiness. As soon as you got to your shared bedroom with Tae, you flopped onto your side in front of him, instantly shifting to your bunny form. Tae laughed at you as he rubbed your fur and asked, once you shifted back, what caused that reaction. When you told him, he seemed to be as happy as you were.

Both of you are art teachers at the primary school. When you first properly introduced him to Namjoon and Jin, they interrogated him for a least an hour. But nonetheless, the four of you created an amazing friendship group, you could finally be yourself, your tail and all.

You smile at the thought of the four of you having a sleepover this Saturday as you pack your Taehyungs bag. You’re so happy that you get up and run to Taehyung, only to run away from him, giggling like a mad woman, “be careful love” he calls. You turn around and come back towards him at full speed and once you’re a few centimetres away from him, you start to circle his standing figure, your socks slipping on the hardwood floor. His laugh is deep as he catches you around the waist and flops you both backwards on to the sofa, cradling you in his lap. His eyes soften as you start to rub your chin on his shoulder. You relax against his body as you now start to nibble his shoulder. After being together for 3 years, Taehyung is used to this display of affection as he knows what it means – you’re happy and in love.

Taehyung kisses the top of your head once you’ve finished scenting him and pulls you closer together when Sujin bounces on top of the sofa next to you, joining in on the hug.

Your little family was perfect, and you loved it.

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[aimasup]

So I saw a bunch of Human AU Sanders Sides and thought I could make my own version

Backstories under the cut for anyone who’s interested

(Tw warnings such as mentions of abuse, homophobia and car accidents but it’s angst with a happy ending don’t worry)

-Long post-

-Patton:

Toddler to child: Parents love me and I love them! Lots of friends in kindergarten! Met Logan one day! He’s so smart!

Grade school: More friends! Logan’s opening up! Everything’s perfect!

Highschool: My parents are arguing more and I’m tired Meeting Roman and Remus! Roman’s so cool! Meeting Virgil! Virgil needs a hug! I feel sad and stressed sometimes and I don’t think I want to worry anyone with it.- Virgil’s with us now yay!

College: My best buds are here! I got into an accident halfway through my studies Virgil please don’t feel responsible. It’s not your fault. I’m so sorry Logan I should have understood your situation better. Roman please get mad I deserve your anger and I feel awful and empty but I shouldn’t show it because some people have it worse than I do I know it why do I feel this way? I’m fine honestly this is fine everything’s fine I’m just the problem -

Adulthood: So. I’m not the problem. I just need to work on my attitude and my flaws. I love my friends and family so much because they let me know that expressing my feelings is ok! My parents are fine now! I’m getting professional help! I work in an animal care center with Virgil! Roman is successful and pursuing his dreams! Met this guy named Dean and he works with Logan in the bookstore next to our center! He’s fun but he might need to stop lying so much, but other than that I’m happy with where I am now!

-Virgil:

Toddler to child: Parents love me and I love them. Bullies can go suck it. I feel bad that my parents always spend their time comforting me but they’re my whole world and I feel safe with them.

Grade school: Bullies are getting worse. Dad’s dead. Mom is stressed and busy so I don’t want to trouble her further. She still spends time with me for some reason. I don’t think I deserve friends. MCR is great. I met Dean and Remus. They’re. Interesting. I hate Roman.

High school: Oh my god everything is stressful and oppressive and everyone is scared of me. That’s good. Maybe. Met Patton, Logan and Roman. They’re only somewhat scared? Hm. Dean and Remus are getting into even more trouble than usual and pulling me into them. Maybe they aren’t good for me with how they’ve been acting lately. I’ll go be with Patton. - Maybe they don’t really accept me they’re just waiting to kick me out like everyone else why would they even like me-

College: Mom I love you so much I swear I’ll get a good job and make this college money worth it you’ll see. And things are surprisingly less stressful? I really like my friends? Patton why the hell did you save me from that car. Logan you have some explaining to do. Roman you shut the fuck up. - Everything is my fault I should have never said anything why am I always like this everyone was right about me- 

 Adulthood: Mom!! You can now retire!! Roommates with Patton, Logan and Roman now and I love being with them so much. And. Dean and Remus are still around. Well then. Whatever. I work a nice job at an animal care center with Patton and I have my friends and I’m learning to be more open and things are going well for now. Not bad for a life.

-Logan:

Toddler to child: Parents go to work most of the time and I see them every other weekend. Who cares about everyone else in kindergarten I have my books and Crofters. Oh hello Patton.

Grade school: I’m smarter than everyone else and I know it. Patton is a wonderful companion. I’m doing well for my age. 

High school: Virgil and Roman are interesting. Remus needs to chill. Virgil no let me lay some facts down for you because you are valid you hear me. Oh! Oh my gosh! I met this amazing student and he makes me feel special and happy! I think I love him! - It hurts but that’s fine- 

College: I’m coming for those degrees! Patton needs to stop asking me to leave my boyfriend. He doesn’t understand how important this man is to me! I can stand a little pain! Wait what happened to Patton. Virgil? Roman? Ok. Wait. Shit. I’m an idiot. I can’t believe it took me this long to figure out - I’m such an idiot it doesn’t matter how knowledgeable I am I’m still a gullible moron when it comes to relationships and everything my ex has ever done and said to me is all my fault because I fell for his manipulations-

Adulthood: Ok. I trust my therapist and my friends when they say it’s not my fault and that it’s alright. What I felt with my ex wasn’t love and I’m not a moron for falling for him. I can always start over. Like with the bookstore I now own with my receptionist Dean. Apparently he knows Virgil huh. They frequently bicker whenever Dean goes to their animal care center to buy snake feed so that’s interesting. My parents have retired and are now trying to make up for lost time with me? I appreciate it I suppose. Now I live with my companions and contact my family and things are alright.

-Roman:

Toddler to child: Parents love me and I love them! They buy me anything I want! They support my dreams! But Remus keeps bullying me and I’m not sure how to feel about him. He’s still my brother

Grade school: I have so many friends! Extra-curricular activities because I’m really talented! Remus has new friends to cause trouble with oh boy. More people to bully me the better for him ugh. Virgil especially creeps me out. I’m getting a little concerned as to how my parents are treating Remus but I’m sure he’s fine 

High school: Ok. So. Apparently telling my parents that I like guys is a bad idea. - That’s going to scar on my back for sure- They treat me completely differently from when I was a kid? And I met Patton and Logan and I think I might be a tad spoiled by my family. Also Virgil’s here but he’s getting more and more ok. I’ll hang out with him now. - I’m ungrateful and a disgrace and I’m not as creative as I ever thought I was- 

College: Welp. I’m moving out. I wish Remus the best of luck because I think he’s coming too. My parents officially suck as much as Logan’s current boyfriend. He needs to dump him. Wait I’m a YouTuber now! Yay! - I’m getting more and more stressed and overwhelmed from debt and I fear rejection from my fans and friends the moment I say something out of line and the moment I run out of good ideas for them- Oh shit Patton what happened!! Logan what did you do!! Virgil you shut the fuck up!! Remus you’re not helping!! - I could have prevented this why didn’t I realize this earlier am I that self absorbed-

Adulthood: Yes I’m a full time YouTuber and actor and singer now!! Patton, Logan and Virgil live with me now and they even work close together! Remus is now a comic book artist and novel author, hope he doesn’t traumatize people too much. Logan’s receptionist Dean sure is a character.  I still fear rejection- but I know things will be good for now!

-Deceit:

Toddler to child: Where are my parents. Why is the orphanage so small and why do people look at me weird when I talk. I’m never getting adopted.

Grade school: Well, I’m adopted now I guess. No way in hell am I telling them everything that happens daily in my life. Why do my new parents think my bedroom door needs to be removed. They took my little garden snake because it wasn’t a ‘normal’ pet? Hm. Why hello there Virgil and Remus. Hello Roman. 

High school: That’s it. I’m getting piercings, I’m getting a huge tattoo, I’m kissing snakes. Screw my parents. I don’t need to let anyone know anything about me. My opinion doesn’t matter anyways and everything about me is going to be bad no matter what so why bother So they fear us, Virgil? Good. Wait. Where are you going?

College: I’m moving out officially. Remus is in a different college. -Don’t miss him at all. I shall play along to society’s whims for now and get a degree and never use it. Got rid of the tracker under my car. I don’t think I’ll ever contact my parents again.

Adulthood: I think I’m doing rather well as a citizen. Remus is my new apartment mate oh god. But he is now a comic book artist and novel author so at least he has a job. Perks of working in a bookstore with Logan. That nerd’s one of Virgil’s new friends? And emo boy now works in the animal care center next to us? Whatever. I’ll leave them be unless I need some new snake feed. Things are peaceful now for me at least.

-Remus:

Toddler to child: I want my parents to look me in the eye and tell them they care more than just throwing fancy stuff into my arms dangit. Whatever I’ll just take it out on Roman and the kids in the playground.

Grade school: -If you can’t say anything nice don’t open your ugly mouth ever at all- So I’m disturbed? So my thoughts aren’t normal? Fine! Not like I can control what comes into my head! Let me bully Roman some more with my new buds Virgil and Dean! - freaking star child has everything I hate him so much what will it take for my parents to have their attention on me I’ve caused so much trouble in school why won’t they care-

High school: Roman what the hell happened?? I was planning your murder but now I’m not sure how to feel?? Damn you?? Uh?? We’ll move out?? And where the hell is Virgil going again?? Dean?? He’s leaving us? Alright. That’s it. That’s it - my grades and reputation are shit and my parents always assume the worst of me anyways so I’ll just sleep around with a bunch of guys every other week for quick cash and drag my family’s name through the mud and have fun because I don’t hate myself completely but my ideas are bad and I’m bad and- 

College: Fuck you mom and dad! Roman and I are moving out!! I’m gonna become a comic artist and write terrifying stories that’ll make Satan cry!! - Ugh Dean’s in another college dammit I miss him- Roman what is it this time someone get run over or something? What happened with that nerd Logan?  Is Virgil alright- What the fuck happened? - the star child is crying why are you crying why am I crying why do I feel like this I don’t care I shouldn’t care I hate you I hate me-

Adulthood: My ideas are selling! I’m a comic book artist and a novel author! Dean is my new apartment buddy! My brother is still some fancy theater geek but who cares! And the store Dean works at sells my books! And Virgil’s in the animal care center next door! I met his new friends officially and they’re boring lol. I really like where my life’s heading!

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When Mira Met Corus

Don't totally love how this came out, but I can't find a great way for this to end. I have other things I want to write, but I wanted their meeting done.

again I'm not great at warnings, mention of a negative pasts, violent outbursts, and fear of being hurt or worse.

When Mira Met Corus

This could not possibly be a worse day for Mira. She’d already lost most of the mushrooms outside because of the nearby animals. She needed to gather some salt which of course the human left on the table. She had plenty of trouble getting her hook to stick just to get up here, she leaves it for a quick get away, as she always did, once she climbed up, only for it to start slipping. Of course today would continue with her tripping as she rushed back, leaving her to watch it fall to the ground. The only thing to make her day worse would be the human deciding to come into the kitchen. As she heard the sound of footsteps she bit back a groan.

Mira quickly ran to hide by the salt and pepper shakers, the only thing that would give any cover. She could feel the human’s footsteps through the table and reached up to pull her hood further down. She froze as she realized today was worse than just getting stuck, she forgot to put on her cloak. She wouldn’t blend in at all now, her bright lavender hair would draw the human’s eyes without a doubt. She swallowed hard as he finally entered the room. His form towered over her and she kept begging for him not to notice her.

“What the?” she winced, his voice loud and far too close. She looked around the salt shaker expecting to meet his eyes, but he was focused on the floor. He must have seen her hook. She watched, feeling her muscles tense as he leaned forward then stood to his full height again, in his hand was her only hope of escaping. He was inspecting it closely and playing with her rope. She bit her lip, if he broke it she wouldn’t be able to get back to her home. She assumed he was deciding between keeping it or throwing it away, she hoped he’d just leave it and walk away.

Finally the human turned to the table, she kept her gaze locked on her hook. She had tunnel vision at this point, focused on her need to get her hook. She couldn’t suppress her scream when the salt shaker she was hidden behind was pulled away. She quickly looked up at the human’s face and saw his blue eyes focused on her. She acted immediately, running in the opposite direction of the human. If she could get to the corner she might be able to reach the table leg and climb down it. This human was too big of a risk to be caught by, she was sure he’d be angry and that could get her hurt.

The human reached out seeing the little person running. They were headed towards the table edge, he didn’t want them to get hurt trying to get down. He placed his hand in their path, his mind freezing once they made contact. A part of him thought he was seeing things, he hadn’t been sleeping much, but that was real contact. A little person was on his table and just ran into his hand. He kept looking back and forth between the person and his hand before finally resting on the small person. They were terrified, he must be terrifying to them. He crouched down a bit so he wasn’t looming over them.

“Uh, hi, my name’s Corus, uh, he and him, do you need some help?” he asked. He couldn’t help feeling awkward. He wasn’t exactly great at talking to new people. Let alone someone smaller than his hand who was clearly scared. They kept looking around and he wasn’t really sure what to do. He started fidgeting with the fish hook and string in his hand, the little person’s gaze snapped to it as he fidgeted. He didn’t recognize it and never went fishing, so they must have dropped it and gotten stuck on the table. He tried to ignore the flinch as he moved his hand closer, he couldn’t understand why they’d be so afraid of him. He held the fish hook out to them. “Is this yours?”

Mira was barely listening to the human’s words. When he held her hook out she grabbed it and immediately held it out to defend herself. She wasn’t going to let this human grab her if she could help it. Humans were clumsy and never noticed how much strength they used, and this one had already broken walls around the house. She kept searching for some way out, she couldn’t just sit here. She saw the human’s hand that stopped her before moving out of the corner of her eye and she took off running. She reached the edge of the table placing her hook and started climbing. She’d made little progress when she dropped down a bit. She looked up expecting the human’s hands grabbing at her hook, not it wobbling and seeming to slip.

There was another sharp drop and she let out a yelp. She tried to climb down more, but instead she started falling, her mind frozen as the world started to rush by. There was another sharp jolt to the rope and the world stopped moving. She looked up shakily to see the human had dived on to the table, her rope and hook in his hand again. She couldn’t read his face from this view, but hoped he wasn’t annoyed. She looked down considering her chances if she just climbed to the end and jumped. She couldn’t get her limbs moving though.

“Wait!” he shouted. She winced desperately wanting to cover her ears.

“Sorry,” he continued much quieter, “Don’t jump off or anything. I’m going to lower this close to the floor. Once you’re there and let go I can bring it over to you again.”

She didn’t make a sound at his words, just nodded, not going near a violent human’s hands worked. She heard a sigh above her and soon she was moving again. Slowly she watched the floor get closer, letting go once she was a safe distance. He’d said he’d bring her hook to her, but she had no intention of just standing in the open for that. She ran quickly to the cabinets nearby, her hiding spots were enough for now. She couldn’t go very far without her hook and rope anyway, home sadly included. She heard the human moving and ducked into the smallest spot, she wanted it to be hard to reach her if he changed his mind. She jumped as his steps came closer, she never had been this close to a walking human’s feet before. One of his knees hit the ground near her and she got in position to dive out and run.

“I don’t really know where you went, but uh I’ll leave your fishing hook here on the ground,” he told the air, a hint of sadness in his voice at how the person had run off without talking to him. He kept trying to ignore the part of him that tried to explain why they were scared. If they lived here they probably saw when he’d lost it and punched through the walls. He shook the thoughts away, preferring to just try and get them to trust him a little. He placed the hook on the ground, opting to leave rather than hope they’d come out to get it. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Mira held her breath as the human walked away. She didn’t dare move until his footsteps were far enough she couldn’t feel them. She knew he might be tricking her, but she needed her hook. She rushed out and grabbed it, throwing it up to the counter with a practiced ease. Her climb was fueled by adrenaline, her primary goal to get where the human couldn’t reach her. Once on the counter she grabbed her hook up and ran straight to her entrance. She didn’t stop running until she was back at her home, far too deep in the walls for the human to reach her easily. She forced herself to relax, she’d need to stay hidden for a long time after this. He wasn’t as forgetful as the elderly humans who used to live here.

Mira decided to worry later. She was coming down from the rush of meeting the human face to face and just wanted to curl up on her fabric bed. She quickly placed her hook in its spot near her door, dropping her bag on her thread spool turned table. She pulled out her blanket, the last gift her parents gave her, curling up into a ball with it covering her head. She wasn’t sure when she fell asleep, but her nightmares were worse than usual. She woke up still exhausted, but knew she couldn’t pretend this human hadn’t seen her.

She quickly grabbed the hood she’d forgotten the day before and her hook, opting to leave her bag behind. Traveling light seemed smarter and she wouldn’t be gathering anything today. This was just to keep an eye on what the human does now that he’d seen her. She took extra caution as she moved through the walls, wanting to avoid any risk of tipping him off. He let her go last night, but he could be planning something. Once at her entrance in the kitchen she nearly screamed, he was right there, he wasn’t looking at her thankfully. He looked focused on something, he looked a little upset too making her step back.

“I’ve got it,” he said. He started moving far too quickly for Mira’s liking and she watched. He pulled out some things from the drawer in front of him. She’d noticed him putting a lot of things in there, especially this rough paper she’d used to smooth out the floor around her home. He pulled out some of that paper and walked over to the table. She couldn’t see what he was doing from her entrance, so she let her curiosity win and made her move. Quietly and quickly she started making her way across the counter. This human kept a lot of things there so it was easy to stay hidden. The best place to see what he was doing was near the sink, she could hide by the soap he kept there. She made sure she could see what he was doing while out of sight before focusing back on the human.

Corus wanted to do something to show the little person he wouldn’t hurt them. He wound up just staring at the wall near his cabinet and tools drawer for a while. He couldn’t think of anything, he didn’t want to offend them. He felt lost until he remembered her fishing hook falling off the table. He’d added some lacquer to fix up the table the other day, it probably was the problem. He grabbed some sand paper and started trying to get back to plain old wood. This should make sure the person’s fish hook doesn’t fall again. He would like to have them test it while he’s around though, just in case they start to fall again. The thought of finding them hurt just encouraged him to keep working on removing the lacquer.

Mira had a good view of the human rubbing the rough paper on the table edges. She wasn’t sure what the goal was by doing this. She’d stolen pieces before, it just made some of the wood smoother. She didn’t want to spend long out here, she didn’t want to risk her nightmares becoming a reality. Normally she was overly cautious around this human and constantly on edge, but not this time. She was comfortable hiding here, the cool metal of the sink relaxing her. She hated to admit it, but the sound of the human working was calming too. She felt her eyelids grow heavy, telling herself she’d just rest her eyes for a little bit.

Corus had gone to wash his hands after finishing up at the table, it took about two hours to get to a point he was happy.The last thing he expected was to find the little person from the day before behind his soap. A million reasons they could be here crossed his mind, and he was almost hopeful. They could be curious about him too, they may not have been here long. They must have been watching him work and fallen asleep though. He pulled up a chair from the table resting his head on his arms to wait for them to wake up. They could make sure the table was safe once they woke up. He frowned, noticing their small body shaking. It could get pretty cold in the kitchen.

Corus left to go find a blanket they could use, half expecting to come back and find them gone. It took a few minutes, but he found a blanket that seemed a good size and should be warm enough for them. He came back to the kitchen relieved they were still there. He sat back in his chair and carefully placed the blanket on them. In their sleep they pulled it closer curling into it and Corus smiled. He hoped they would talk this time, he was so curious about this small person. He crossed his arm resting his head on them again just relaxing in the peaceful moment. He wasn’t expecting to hear something hit the wall after only a few minutes.

Mira had no idea why she was so warm or why there was a warm breeze passing over her, but she liked it. Her home always had a draft since the entrance outside was directly connected. She was calm and felt safe for the first time since the elderly couple left. That thought triggered her memory, she’d been hiding by the soap near his sink. She didn’t remember going home and the sink was cold from what she remembered. Her eyes shot open and she bit back a scream. The human was right in front of her, his breath was the warm breeze, a blanket of his was making her warm here overall. Tears pricked at her eyes as she realized he found her and apparently waited for her to wake up. She started to move, planning to run, but knocked into something causing a small noise. Her eyes went wide as she watched the human open his own. He was immediately focused on her, a smile crossing his face making her anxious.

“Hey, did you sleep well?” he asked. She felt like he was mocking her. She knew she should stay quiet, try to run, but she wasn’t getting out of this easily and she was so angry at that stupid question.

“How could I sleep well with a literal giant a few inches from me?” she barked. The human jumped at her response, she waited for the anger he’d shown when doing stuff on his computer. He would get angry at such small things her snark would cause it too she was sure. She’d seen him break walls, she would be even easier.

“Oh, I guess I hadn’t thought of that,” he said, sounding almost remorseful. Mira wasn’t believing it though. Humans could be tricky, she’d seen the couple before trick each other and seen this one lie to the lady who wanted to put traps down. She wasn’t going to fall for fake remorse, especially not from this human.

“I’ll be leaving then,” she announced. She turned to walk off, waiting for the hand that would inevitably grab her. She saw a shadow cast over her and grabbed her hook ready to stab it in his hand and run, he wouldn’t get her easily.

“Oh wait,” she kept walking, she needed to get away as soon as possible. She was wary about the shadow of his hand too. “I sanded down the table, your fish hook shouldn’t slide off again. If you want to test it feel free, although I’d like to be around just in case when you do. Also, is there, uh, any chance I could get your name?”

She didn’t stop walking away, but thought about what he said. He claimed he made the table better, she would check later when he was gone. He hadn’t grabbed her and just let her sleep, letting her walk away right now too. So far the human had been kind, but she couldn’t get that night in the walls of his room out of her mind. He could have killed her and he probably wouldn’t have known. He was too dangerous to go near, at least she kept telling herself that. As she neared the entrance she’d avoid using from here on, she made a choice. This could be a huge mistake, maybe being on her own for so long was making her naïve.

“Mira,” she said, her voice cracking from lack of use. She cleared her throat, inched closer to the wall then faced the human, “My name is Mira, she and her.”

The second the words were said she was gone. She’d mimicked his introduction, assuming it was the proper human method. She leaned heavily against the wall sliding down to her floor, waiting to hear his reaction. He had her name, there were stories, legends maybe, of a time that carried more weight. A time where names were guarded, but now it just felt like she opened a door that should have stayed closed. There was no telling what could happen now that he heard her talk and knew she was still around.

“Mira,” Corus said to himself. It seemed like such a normal name for someone who seemed impossible. He wasn’t really sure how this would help him get her to talk to him, but it was a start. He started to walk away, pausing as he passed the cabinet she’d disappeared behind. He was so impressed by how invisible it was, he wondered if she’d ever been in his room. He planned to quickly jump on his computer to find something he could use to help her get around safer, when the discolored part of the wall caught his eye.

When he first moved in he’d lost his temper and punched the wall. He never thought much about it, his friend had come to fix it and left it discolored, it was their latest method to help him get a handle on his temper. That night wasn’t too out of the ordinary either, but at the edge of his mind there was something he felt was different, important, about it. He went over to investigate it, trying hard to remember more on that night. Annoyed by his own inability he moved to his bed and stared at the wall, causing an image to flash in his mind. He’d thought he’d seen something that night, poking out of the wall, but he was sure he imagined it the next day. The bright pink, the bit of purple, those colors didn’t make sense. Now though, he put the face of Mira, the small woman he’d met who seemed to live in his walls. The woman who was terrified from the second he found her.

“Fuck…” he whispered. He had no idea how close he’d come to hurting her that night. Not just that night, spots like that were littered around his house. Bad phone calls, rough days, a multitude of things leading to an outburst. How many times had he come close to hurting someone he didn’t even know was there? Impulse control never being his strong suit, he quickly rushed back to his kitchen. He stopped at the wall Mira had disappeared into, knocking on it in a panicked rhythm.

“M-Mira, I hope you’re able to hear me,” he started, trying to be louder than usual. “I’m sorry if, when I lost my temper, I ever came close to hurting you. I never had a great handle on it, I can only imagine how scared I’ve made you. I don’t want to hurt you, I’d like to be friends, maybe act more like roommates or something?”

Mira hadn’t moved since she’d sat on the ground near her entrance. Panic gripped her as the human hit the wall. He never hit more than once before. He could finally be acting on all the horrible things she’d imagined since that night he first broke the wall. She’d quickly moved to run, when he started talking. He apologized, for coming close to hurting her, acting like that would make up for it. If she’d been slower, less careful she’d be injured or dead because of him, and an apology should make her forget it all. He knew about her as a living thing, clearly had no issues trying to get her attention, so she was going to continue making poor decisions. She turned and walked out of her entrance, trying to ignore the innate fear at the shadow looming over her. She glared up at him, almost shocked by how hopeful he looked.

“You think an apology should make up for you nearly killing me?” she asked, her voice was steady and cold. She never heard her own voice like this. “Do you have any idea how terrified I’ve been? I was caught by the other humans who always let me go thinking I was a forgotten doll. For all I knew if you found me, you’d be angry and ‘lose your temper’ on me. I’m terrified of your recklessness. It wasn’t like it was just the one time either. If I was any slower, any less careful I could be dead.”

Mira kept her glare locked on the human, refusing to move or acknowledge how scared she was out in the open lecturing a human. He slowly crouched down so his face was in front of her, it took everything in her not to step back. It wasn’t often she spoke out like this, even when she was with her family, and she wouldn’t look weak while she did. He looked hurt though, and she couldn’t help the guilt building up in her. They just stared at each other for what felt like hours, a part of her tempted to just leave, until he sighed. He cast his gaze downward, like he couldn’t bear to look at her.

“You’re right. An apology doesn’t really change anything. I would like a chance to show you I can keep my temper, that I won’t hurt you. I’d like to gain your trust. I uh well…” he trailed off. Mira wasn’t willing to just act like things were fine, he was violent and terrifying. He’d broken walls and doors, things that took a lot more strength than her. At the same time, he helped her. He didn’t grab her, he put a blanket on her when he found her sleeping. She knew she was being stupid and foolish. She’d wound up here because of humans, but she also hated how alone she was. She didn’t really think he would change, but she could watch and see.

“I’ll be leaving. I’ll be gone by tomorrow. I won’t be coming back here either. Forget everything about me,” she said and turned to leave. She wouldn’t actually leave the house, she couldn’t not when a human who knew about them was here. She just would let him think it, watch how he acted and if he seemed to change maybe let him find her again.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked. His guilt at what she’d been through while living here was eating at his heart. He needed to get his temper under control; there’s no telling how many times he’s almost hurt someone with people like Mira around..

“No.”

She was gone before he could try anything else. She stayed near waiting again to hear a reaction. She just heard the human get up and walk away. She waited a few minutes, then ran home grabbing her bag and running back to the kitchen. She would quickly stock up and make her rations last as long as possible to see how this human would act assuming she’s gone. She couldn’t let him know she was around until she saw if he would change without her here.

Corus let out a heavy sigh as he returned to his room. He really just made a person feel so awful they were leaving their home. He started regretting his choice to move in here now that his grandparents were in a care facility. He stared at the discolored wall spot as he entered his room, letting himself be eaten by guilt for a little. He couldn’t stop her from leaving, but he could make sure he stopped being like this if anyone else like her was ever around. He got on the computer buying a few stress balls to put around the house, they hadn’t worked before but he’d make them work now. He also ordered some books on keeping a cool head, sending them straight to his tablet. He would make sure this time was different.

Time passed slowly as Mira spied on the human. Over a month she watched him come in with weird toys and mumbling to himself while walking around. He at least seemed to have fewer outbursts where he broke through the walls, but he would still hit them. She supposed this was a bit of an improvement. She was getting most of her supplies outside in order to keep herself hidden. This wouldn’t be an issue, if it wasn’t already getting colder out. Adding in that almost all the mushrooms were gone, some animals must have decided they were a good hibernation snack.

She made her way cautiously out of the human’s room. He’d spent more time there than before, she wasn’t really complaining. As she walked home, she thought about what she could gather. She’s seen him scrutinizing things and couldn’t really go take anything to store right now. She grabbed her coat as she entered her home, settling on a trip outside to see if there was anything nearby. She didn’t like going out this late in the day when the weather was this cold, but she couldn’t wait. According to the television there should be snow tomorrow.

She made her way to her entrance to the outside and pushed the panel out. She looked around then slid out, pushing it mostly into place so a human wouldn’t be curious. There wasn’t much out here, she assumed the weather killed off a lot of the other plants that used to be out here. She decided to go for a wider check than usual, going to an edge of the house. She had been lucky the area near the house was plentiful until now, so it was best to search. She kept her pace steady letting her mind wander as she explored.

She started to consider how moving in this weather would go. If she couldn’t gather supplies from this human, winter would be too much for her here. She figured she could make this trip have some purpose, planning to see if she could make an opening on the corner of the house. If she could get an opening there she could plan a move much better, take a day to travel between each house. At least she could in theory, one day of travel when packed light should give her the time if she started at sun up and didn’t stop moving until reaching the next house. As soon as she reached the edge she realized she’d been too calm.

It was still light out and apparently one of the other humans nearby decided to be snooping around the house. A scream rang out and she quickly covered her ears, loud humans were always so loud. She quickly turned only to have something slam down on her, she’d just barely avoided getting her leg caught. She rushed to one edge trying to figure out what it was, paling as she realized it was ceramic. They must have grabbed one of the flower holders or something that was left out here.

“Oh, Oh Corus, perfect timing,” the human who’d captured her said. She started to panic, he couldn’t know she was still around. He’d been better over the last month, but this time he would definitely be angry. “I was taking a look at the old pots and found something scurrying around your house. I caught it, I know you hate hurting the small things, please come deal with it.”

“Of course, why don’t you head home with the others I wanted to keep one anyway, no reason to be here while I carry it somewhere safe right?” the violent human called out. She felt the footsteps rock through her as the one who captured her left, and the one she dreaded came closer. She felt them stop and for a second hoped they were both going to be far away from her, only for a closer impact to knock her off her feet. She stared up at the top of her prison, sure this was the time she’d finally have her luck run out. She was told this would happen, humans would find her possibly hurt her, now it finally would.

Corus sighed as he walked over to the flower pot. Of course his neighbor picked now of all times to trap something in his yard again. He was getting sick of her ‘help’ she’d cleared out a bunch of plants from around his home claiming it attracted small animals. He knew his grandparents had liked keeping a garden of small herbs and mushrooms. He kneeled once he saw her reach her door, he knew it wasn’t going to be a little person like Mira, but didn’t want to let his neighbor see them if it was. She was bad enough about the small animals he didn’t want to risk her view on little people.

“Hey, I’m going to take the flower pot off you now,” he mumbled. He slowly lifted it so the opening was to the side away from his house, expecting to see a mouse or something run out in fear. He didn’t expect to see terrified pink eyes staring up at him once the pot was on its side. He couldn’t believe it was her, she said she left. He hadn’t seen any sign of her either. She could have lied, but why stay when he had been so careless. They both looked at each other for a minute, before he realized this would go bad if he didn’t do something quick. He quickly moved to cup his hands around her, the yelp she let out only making this worse. He carefully pushed her onto one of his hands, covering her with the other like he did when he found small animals he could help.

“Looks like it's injured,” he called out when he turned around to his neighbor watching from their door. “I have a cage inside to keep it in until it’s healed.”

Corus hated talking about Mira like she wasn’t a person. He knew she’d think he planned to actually keep her like a pet or something, but his neighbor was always crazy. He should probably get a fence, especially if Mira was staying. He rushed back inside, wanting to make sure she really wasn’t hurt. He took her to his room, planning to place her on the bed just in case. If she was hurt she could recover here, then be on her way. He moved his hand carefully, worried she was hurt and trying to hide it with how still she’d been.

Mira heard how he spoke and had two thoughts fighting in her head. He’d been nice, this was the first time he’d grabbed her after all, maybe he was just trying to convince the other human she was a mouse or something. The one currently winning was that he wasn’t letting her leave again. She’d gone limp to avoid him tightening his hold on her. She just kept waiting for him to finally be what she expected. She wasn’t prepared for him to carefully pull one hand away, then slide her off onto his bed with gentle movements.

“Did I hurt you when I picked you up? Were you hurt with the flower pot?” he asked, voice just a whisper. “Are you all right?””

She didn’t trust her voice so she just stared at him. He seemed so genuinely worried about her, that didn’t make sense. Every time he found her, he just helped her. The couple before would always grab her screaming about the toy left behind again. He was nicer than a lot of the people from her home, she was always expected to be better to make up for her hair. He was so violent, she’d had more than one close call when he broke the walls. She wasn’t sure what to think about him anymore.

“Why do you keep helping me?” she asked. She knew she shouldn’t, she should just be happy he wasn’t hurting her. She shouldn’t give him any ideas. A human who wasn’t creative was safer.

“Well you’re a person is pretty much why,” he sounded confused, his face matching. He looked away from her before speaking again. “At first I was curious, I mean a person who could fit in my hand lived in my house. Then I realized you’d probably been here a while probably before I even moved in. I tried to ignore that, but it clicked the last time I saw you that I’d probably almost hurt you before. I had this bit of a memory from when I first moved in of something purple or pink poking out of the wall, I thought I imagined it.”

“So you’re helping me out of guilt.” She could work with guilt.

“No, I'm helping you because you’re a person, the other stuff just makes me really want to get to know you. I am pretty sure you were living here before me, and I don’t want you to be scared here. You don’t have to leave.”

She took some time to let what he said sink in. He just wanted to help her cause she was a person, that was nice. She was reluctant to believe it, she was equally reluctant to fight it. Although she didn’t like that curiosity he had. He could get too curious, try to force her to answer questions. She couldn’t let him know about her home. She couldn’t tell him much, at least not now. She didn’t want to move though, there was always the chance someone could come here.

“What will you expect if I stay?” she asked.

“Uh, nothing I guess. I mean I can’t make you talk to me if you don’t want to.” she made a face at him, and he sighed. “All right I can make you but I wouldn’t. I’d like to be friends or at least roommates. I’m guessing there’s plenty you’ve done for the house I couldn’t imagine.”

“So what if I say I want you to pretend I don’t exist unless it’s an emergency?”

“I guess I’d do that.”

“If I didn’t say that, what would you suggest to ‘get to know’ me?”

“Maybe having dinner together sometimes, or really any meal. Just talking sometimes, I could show you things you haven’t seen before too I guess. You can also ask if you need anything. You wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore.”

“I’ll try having meals on occasion and talking, but if I change my mind you immediately do as I ask, deal?”

“Deal,” he smiled. She flinched when his hand came close, but he just held a finger towards her. She smiled back when it occurred to her this was his way of getting a handshake. Steeling her nerves, she reached out and grabbed the finger he offered. She looked at his face, and couldn’t hold back her laugh seeing how awestruck he looked. He blushed, but soon laughed with her.

When she let go she was feeling lighter than she had in years. This was the first person she’d really spoken to in such a long time. The only one who seemed to really care about her aside from her family and small friend circle from home. She had a voice in her mind telling her this was all wrong, but being alone was hard. This was the first time she’d really spoken to someone in years. She would see how bad this went and, in the worst case, she was alone. Anything he did would only touch her. She started to walk towards the edge of the bed, planning to go home then go grab some food out of his kitchen.

“Do you want to try that dinner thing tonight?” he asked. Things had been rough over the last month, plus she hasn’t eaten with someone else in a long time. She could get some supplies tomorrow.

“Fine, I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” she said. He gave her a look, but then got up walking away. She was shocked he didn’t push to bring her with him. She quickly made her way to the floor, getting to her entrance she’d meant to seal up a long time ago. This was at least the start of something. The voice in her head telling her it was a mistake was already getting quieter too.

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