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hermankopusortizorsumshite · 4 years ago

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Darlin'

Warnings: the Punisher themes, blood, gore, violence, kidnapping, Agent Madani (cause she's a trigger warning for me XD), sweet Frank

Word Count: 9095. This is a long one. Buckle up! MINORS DNI!

Her father looked at her with his heart in his eyes, her face bruised and marred.

“Darling, I’m so sorry.” He whispers, patting her hand. She smiles at him.

“It’s okay.” She croaks, cracking her cuts on her face when she smiles bigger. He pats her lips with a paper towel, applying a couple drops off water to her mouth. “Chapstick in my purse, dad.” She coos, giving him a chuckle.

“Of course, baby.” He smiled, kissing her forehead and digging into her purse for that little tube of chapstick. She takes it, putting some on and sighing in relief. “I hired a bodyguard. Don’t fight me this time please. A different bodyguard; one more your style. Maybe you won’t run away from this one.” He chides, giving her a half-unimpressed look.

“Pop, it’s not my fault. He was old and boring.” She whines.

“Well, you can rest assured this one is not old or boring.” He chuckles, waving someone in. This beast of man, with broad shoulders, a strong jaw, and a dark look walks in. Her eyes drink him in. His all black apparel, tee shirt, cargo pants, military boots.

“Wow.” She whispers, “definitely not old.”

“I thought you might enjoy his company more. Since he doesn’t talk and he can’t be persuaded to take you out onto the town at three in the morning for waffles.” Frank chuckles. “Can you be persuaded to take her to get waffles at three in the morning?” He asks, jabbing a finger at the man.

“No, sir. I just think it’s funny that a bodyguard could be, sir.”

“Great. Military.” She heaves a sigh and rolls her lips together.

“This is my daughter, Kat. She’s my baby. I need you to promise you’d give your life to keep her safe.” Her father explains, her eyes watching the gold watch on his tan wrist.

“Sir, can I speak to you in the hallway?” He asks, looking at the door.

“Sir, you know who I am right?” He asks, looking to the man with a partially confused look.

“I’m Frank Castle. I killed so many people the US government lost count and gave me a new identity. But please justs call me Frank.” He explains, and her father’s eyes widen for a moment.

“You are Frank Castle. Wow.” He whispers.

“Yeah.” He nods.

“Alright, well. My daughter, Kat, she’s my world. Do you understand that?” He asks, looking to Frank and seeing him nod.

“Yeah, I get that.” He swallows hard.

“Good, now. My daughter is my whole existence. I love her with everything I have. She’s in the hospital because some men were looking for me and she wouldn’t give me up. If you’re ever in that situation, and she’s with you, tell her to give it up. Okay? My life is not valuable if I lose her. Understood? So if she’s ever kidnapped with you, please, give them whatever information they ask you for, okay? And when she gets released today, I’m putting the two of you in a safe house so she can heal.” He offers giving her a smile through the window, waving. Something about the sweet woman laying in that hospital made Frank almost feel weak. His stomach seemed to turn.

“Okay, and who’s supposed to be posted anywhere else near it? I’ll kill on sight if I don’t know them.” He states as calmly as his own name. Her father, Gianno, grins and claps Frank on the shoulder.

“Your huge. You’re a killer. And it’s sweet.” He chuckles, leaving Frank outside for a moment as he goes to talk to his daughter.

“Honey, I need to tell you something, okay? When you’re released in a few minutes, I’m going to have you quietly placed in a safe house away from me. Okay? Until you’re healed. Please don’t be mad.”

“Mad? Is Hercules going?” She giggles, pointing to the large man with his back to the door. Her father just nods and laughs. “Then I am not mad. I’ll be holed up in a one bedroom apartment with that sweet, huge man and I cannot wait.” She explains.

“Wow, you know you can’t sleep with him, right?”

“And if I did. I’d never tell you. Who’s packing my stuff?” She asks, looking at him quizzically.

“Lyla is, currently. I figured if any girl knew what to pack it’d be her.” He laughs. The door opens, Frank nodding to her father.

“Hello! I’m Doctor Haas. I’m here with the paperwork for you, dear.” The woman nods with a gleaming smile. Handing over a clipboard, Kat signs the paperwork in record time and happily changes out of the gown. “We’ll grab a wheelchair from the hall and--”

“No! No, please. No wheelchair. Between pop and Hercules I’ll be fine. Honestly. I wanna walk out on my own.” She whines, standing on quaking legs.

“Alright! No problem.” She smiles, giving her a nod and sending her on her way.

“Honeybun, maybe you should think about using the--”

“No! Pop, I’m not using it.” She gingerly steps into the hallway. Frank looks down at her for a moment, taking in the situation. Before he can say a word, she looks up with shimmering grey-blue eyes and a pleading smile. “I can’t use a wheelchair. I have to walk out of here.” She whispers, gripping his hand.

“Okay.” He whispers back. With a look at her, he tucks her under his arm, holding her up at her waist to keep her on her feet. Even when her legs start to give way at the exit door, Frank holds fast and gets her quickly to the car.

“You can do it.” He whispers as the steps get closer and closer, the car only a yard away. “Come on. If anyone can do it, you can. You didn’t take a wheelchair because you know you’re strong.” He coos, getting her to push through the last ten steps before collapsing into the SUV.

“Thank you.” She whispers, hugging his neck as he lifts her onto the seat. He climbs in next to her, buckling her in.

“Safe house.” Her father states as he gets into the passenger seat with a little smirk on his face.

“Tell me, Hercules. Where are you from?” She asks, gripping his bicep and gleaming up at him.

“Queens.” He smiles, his eyes scanning around them while he talks to her.

“You married?” She asks, looking at the necklace that hangs around his neck.

“I was.” He states, looking out the windows for suspicious cars.

“Ah sorry. Divorced?”

“Killed. My wife and two kids.” He states, looking to her with pain in his eyes.

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.” She coos, patting his shoulder. “God I’m tired.” She murmurs, tipping over onto his shoulder and falling asleep. He gently leans her to the other door onto the padded seat back and sits back up, eyes scanning again.

“Mister Luccianni, that silver grand am to your right, has been following us for the past two miles.” He states, grabbing for his weapon. “Gimme the go, I’ll smoke em.” He offers, narrowing his sights and putting his finger on the window button.

“Stand down. They’re your test. You passed. Good eye. Is she asleep?” Her father asks as they pull into a parking garage.

“Yeah.” He nods, the car coming to a slow stop in a parking spot.

“The silver car has her things in it. It’s the most common car in the state of New York it seems. So, Lyla, her best friend is in the car. She’s sex-crazed and will probably hit on you. She’s got Kat’s things and she can help put them in the apartment. Now. Next, I need you to carry her in, as unsuspecting as possible. It’s midday and people are out and about. Try not to give yourselves away. Lyla is dressed in a mover’s uniform. Short brunette, pencil straight hair. There will be neighbors out. You two are newly married until you get in that door.” Her father debriefs him with a smile and gives him a nod.

“Got it, sir. Is she to stay in the apartment all the time? Will she sneak out? What do the men look like who did this to her?”

“Don’t keep her cooped up the whole time, she’ll go crazy. Call a driver first. The driver confirms with you. You bring her out as your new wife. You get into the car. She will sneak out. Lyla will probably convince her to sneak out so they can go wine tasting or something. Lyla’s a good girl, but she’s crazy. The men who did this? They look dead.” He answers all the questions and he nods. Frank found her interesting. “She’s been engaged, but never married. He was killed, much like your family.” He coos, looking at his daughter with a loving, sad smile. “Alright, it’s time to go in.” He smiles, letting Frank get out first, scooping her out of the seat and starting towards the door.

“What-what’s happening?” She asks. Half awake, half asleep, the jostling is all to familiar and she kicks out, diving to the ground and waking up immediately. Frank stares down at her with wide eyes and a little smirk.

“You good now?” He gruffs, sticking out a hand. She takes it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry.” She whispers as he tucks her under his arm.

“It’s okay, hunny. Those men can’t hurt you again.” He states out loud, his big hand covering the side of her face and holding it against his chest. “We’re married when we leave this aparment.” He hushes as they walk, never missing a beat.

“Well, alright then.” She giggles loudly, letting him keep her against him. As her father lets them into the apartment, Frank almost has to peel her off of him. “Aw, c’mon hunny! I’m not done cuddling.” She whines, making grabby hands at him. “You’re so warm.” He just chuckles, heading into the room with her father and other guards to discuss what the next plan is. A knock at the door has Frank’s undivided attention. Peeking through the peephole, he sees the described woman who was bringing her things in. He waves her over, signaling to be quiet.

“Is this Lyla?” He asks, covering her mouth as she gasps. She nods violently, grabbing for the handle. Frank’s hand is faster, tugging hers away. “Go over there.” He hushes, pointing behind the couch. Huffing, she rolls her eyes and wobbles to the couch. Frank carefully opens the door and finds a petite woman with a cart full of suitcases. “Name.” He barks, hand resting on his pistol.

“Lyla. I’m here for welcome party.” She grins so widely Frank finds it odd, but when he peeks out, he sees a neighbor looking over at them.

“My wife must’ve invited you! C’mon in!” He cheers, waving her in and shutting the door. “The arsenal arrived.” He chuckles, waving Kat over.

“I’m so happy to finally see you!” She cheers, gripping her best friend in a warm, tight hug. When Kat groans at the slight throb in her ribs, Frank’s head flips back to them.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah.” She assures, heading into the bedroom and Lyla follows, dragging the bags along with her. Frank laughs, heading back into the room with her father and guards again. She curls up onto the couch after waving goodbye to her best friend. Frank had tossed his jacket onto the couch with his duffelbag and when she saw his coat, the only blanket-like thing near her, she draws it to her and covers up with it.

“But we’ll head out so you two can get better acquainted. The fridge and cupboards have been stocked up for you. Drinks are in the island, as well as wine in the cabinet. If Lyla tries to kidnap her, just shmooze her with wine tasting.” He chuckles, kissing his daughter atop her buised head and stepping out.

As she wakes from her nap, she sees the most glorious sight. A glass-walled shower with frosted glass and her bodyguard’s naked body in said shower. He climbs out, wrapping the towel around his waist. Combing through his hair, he feels eyes on himself and looks out the open door to see she’s awake.

“Hey, hot bodyguard.” She gives an awkward wave, jaw still on the floor.

“Hey, Kat.” He waves, dropping the towel just outside of her eyesight, returning a moment later dressed in a gray tee shirt and jeans, hearing a audible groan.

“It’s Frank, by the way.” He chuckles, offering a hand.

“It might be wise to know my newly wedded husband’s name. In case the neighbors ask.” She laughs, patting the couch with an inviting smile.

“You should shower.” He ruffs, helping her to her feet. “Doctor said first night you shower, try not to lift your arms too much. So I’m the best you got.” He smiles, a little excited to see her naked, frosted glass or not.

“Great. So you’re name is Frank, you’ve known me twelve hours, and now you’re going to see me naked? This is a fucking treat.” She rolls her eyes, but Frank just laughs.

“You didn’t think you’d be the only one to get a show, did you?” He asks.

“Hey now! I happened to wake up at the right time. That’s not my fault.” She laughs, defending herself as she gives a grin.

“It is now, c’mon, doll.” He chuckles as she digs through the suitcase for underwear, a bra, and a shirt. She’d found shorts already.

“Did you just call me doll? Should I call pops and tell him you already have a crush on me?” He just rolls his eyes as she walks to the bathroom. Tugging off her sweatpants and underwear, she feels exposed, but she can’t get her shirt off. Snapping her fingers, she hooks the t-shirt’s collar onto the towel hook and tugs the shirt off, sobbing when her arm is raised so high. Frank comes through the door.

“You okay?” He asks, looking around her to find her shirt hanging on the hook.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” She nods, letting Frank’s eyes drink her in. “Actually, Frank? Can you unhook this? I can’t get it.” She whines, pushing on her bra with one hand.

“Sure.” Unhooking her bra, his knuckles brushing her smooth skin, his eyes travel down the gauze pads that pepper her back.

“Those have to come off too.” She whispers, meaning the gauze pads. He peels each one off gingerly to find a variously shaped cigarette burns on her back.

“What the hell?” He whispers, his finger running between the burns. She shivers at the intimate touch and he jerks his hand away. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s okay.” She whispers, putting Frank’s hand back on her shoulder and letting him trail down again.

“It looks like a constellation.” He whispers, pulling away his hand.

“Thank you.” She coos, letting the hot water start.

Frank washes her back and shoulders, gentle around her burns.

“Thank you.” He puts the loofa down and steps out of the bathroom giving her a little privacy and himself a little space. He didn’t know why he felt this way, but he wanted so badly to kiss every little mark, trailing down her back. Huffing to calm down his nerves, he heads to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Not finding any, he mixes up a couple mugs of hot chocolate.

“So, uh, no coffee. But, I found some hot chocolate.” He smiles. Offering a mug of steaming hot cocoa.

“No coffee?” She asks, looking at him like he’d just sworn at her.

“Right? No coffee.” She pulls out her phone and sets up a delivery for starbucks in the morning.

“I probably shouldn’t drink any, anyway. It’s late, ya know. I should sleep.” She groans as they finish off the hot chocolate.

“Yeah, you hit the bed. I’m on the couch.” He explains, pointing to the bedroom.

“No, no. I can’t sleep there while you--”

“It’s my job. Okay? So you get in there and go to bed.” He orders, letting her get up and walk to her room.

Almost an hour passes when he hears her voice softly muttering under her breath.

“Darlin’?” He asks, looking into the dim room to see her thrashing on the bed, a scream filling the room. He bolts to her bed, grabbing her shoulders and hugging her against him. “IT’s not real. It’s not real. You’re in a safehouse. You’re name is Kat. You have a bodyguard named Frank. Your father is a mob boss.” He whispers things that are real as she comes out of her nightmare.

“Thank you.” She sniffs, curling into herself. He sits gently on the edge of the bed and draws her against him.

“No problem. Sometimes I get ‘em too.” He ruffs, looking at her with a small smile.

“Really? How do you make them go away?” She asks.

“I killed the men responsible.” He offers a crooked smile and she laughs. “Go to sleep.” He coos, smoothing her hair as she starts to drift.

“Oh, Frank? Tomorrow morning there’s supposed to a delivery driver at the door. I ordered coffee for the morning.” She smiles, letting him hug her against him, resting his chin atop her head.

“I’ll try not to kill them.” He hushes as he hears her lightly snoring. Sleep starts to push his eyelids closed and slowly, he leans back against the headboard, exhausted. Soon, she’s climbing on him in her sleep, cuddled as close as possible under his chin and on his chest. His arms curl around her instinctively. Safety washes over her as she peeps through one sleepy eyelid to see Frank so close to her asleep. Smiling, she tucks her head back under his chin and goes back to sleep.

A knock sounds at the door, waking them both out of their comforting bubble.

“Ssh. Don’t move.” He rises, scrubbing his face and stalking silently to the door. She takes a ten from her wallet and slides it under the door. “Put the coffee down, take your tip and walk away.” He demands, never opening the door. Once the man’s out of sight, she slips out and snatches the two coffees and the small bag of coffee grounds.

“Frankie!” She calls, handing him a coffee when she finds him standing in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Yes, coffee.” He chuckles, taking the cup and sipping the hot caffeinated drink.

“Thank you for last night. Ugh, sounds weird to say like that, but you know what I mean. I didn’t have a nightmare when you slept there. Can-I just-well-sorry. It’s stupid.”

“Nah, ask.” He assures, sliding a plate across to her.

“I just wondered, you know, if maybe--if you wanted to--possibly sleep in the same bed again. It doesn’t have to get weird. I just--that was the first night in almost two weeks I didn’t have another nightmare. It was exhilarating.” She stammers, so afraid of what the big brute might say.

“That’s fine.” He nods, sitting down to eat, but not before he pats a hand to her shoulder.

“So tell me something about you.”

“I was in a special forces military ops.” He offers, finishing his plate in record time.

“Wow, that’s explains your nightmares.” She wags her brows, almost halfway done with her plate.

“No, it doesn’t. My family was shot in a park. While I was there. It was meant for me but they didn’t get me. They got my son, my daughter, and my sweet wife.” He husks, his throat starting to close. Springing from her seat, fork clattering to the plate with a glass ‘ting’ she jumps into his arms, wrapping her arms around him and gripping tight.

“Christ, I’m so sorry. My husband was shot down while working with my father. The bullets were meant for my father, but the killer got the wrong info.” She whispers, and Frank’s arms wrap around her, hugging her tight to his hard body.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, letting her hold him for what seems like hours.

“Frank? Can you promise me something?” She asks as she leans back a little.

“Sure.”

“Promise me you’ll do everything you can to stay alive. Okay? You’re a good man, Frank, and I don’t want to be the reason you die. I--You could walk out and I’d understand. You can leave.” She assures, elbows resting on his shoulders. Frank rises to his feet, towering over her and grabs her chin in his thumb and first finger.

“I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere. I already made a promise to your father to keep you safe if it kills me, so his negates yours. Sorry, hunny.” He hushes, grinning at her.

“Ugh, no fun.” She whines, tugging her face away from from his warm, firm grip and finding a sweatshirt to put on. It was chilly, Frank found it soothing, but his roommate not so much and she came back into the room in his black hoodie, almost drowning in it. He couldn’t hide the the small chuckle. “Hey Frank? Do you think we could go out today?” She asks, rolling the sleeves once so she could use her hands.

“No. I think we could not.” He mocks in a high pitched voice. She crosses her arms over her chest and pouts. Frank huffs, not sure if he should take her out. Grabbing his phone, he dials her father. “Why do you need to go out? We have coffee now, what else do you need?” He asks.

“I want fresh veggies from the market. I’d love to make something for dinner but all we have are like--lettuce and carrots.” She complains through a hand at the fridge in exasperation.

“Lettuce and carrots, fresh veggies! By the way! And you’re complaining.” She grabs his hands and gets right up to his chest.

“C’mon sweet husband of mine. Don’t you want to go out with your new bride?” She asks, jumping a little in excitement.

“Darlin’. Listen to me-- Yeah!” He answers his phone as her father calls him back.

“Hey Frank! You rang?”

“Yeah, your daughter wants to go out to the market right down the block. She wants to buy some veggies. I’m on my A game, sir. If you’re fine with it, I’ll take her.” He offers, shushing her with his hand clasping over her mouth. She looks at him with a smile, Frank feeling his heart swell.

“If you believe you can handle it, I don’t care if you two love birds go out.” Her father chuckles. “Put her on quick.” Frank puts the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” She asks.

“Hey baby. Listen to me. I don’t care if you two leave, but you have to stay at Frank’s side. You have to stay glued to him. You understand?” He asks into the phone, his expressions matching his words as if he were speaking to her face to face.

“Yeah, pop. Like glue. I love you!” She smiles into the phone, her father saying it back before they hang up.

“You ready?” He ruggs, offering her an elbow after letting her put on her white Gucci sneakers with her shorts and Frank’s sweatshirt. Sweater paw on his elbow, they leave arm in arm. His grips her hand as they step out. “Also, I’m Pete, your Honey.” He smiles, earning a half-upset look from her as they get into the elevator.

“Alright Pete.” She coos as they get into the car waiting for them. Driving them the two blocks, Frank gets out first, eyes scanning the perimeter. Finding nothing alarming, he nods to let her out. Her sweater paw reaches for his arm, but his hand cups high on her hip, pulling her against him as they walk through the market. “Aw hunny, over here! Some tomatoes! And some fresh basil, oregano, thyme, and ooh! Parsley!” As the two pay for their vegetables at each stand, Frank notices the man a few yards back, following them. Frank tries to hurry her along, but she’s intrigued by every stand and wants to look at everything. With two bags of veggies, a bag of chicken, and a grin as wide as Frank’s chest, he convinces her to get in the car just as the man reaches for her. Frank’s hand comes down hard and fast. When the man sees Frank’s face, his heart hits the floor and he turns, running away.

“Hunny, did that man just run the other direction?” She asks, looking to him as he shoves her into the car and they get into the apartment as fast he can. Once in the door, Frank’s hands graze over her body to be sure of no injuries, but she laughs it off.

Stepping into the kitchen, she opens the cupboard and heaves a sigh of relief.

“Thank god they brought cooking wine.” She assures, reaching but not quite grasping it. Climbing onto the counter and grabbing the wine bottle, her hand slips and she falls backwards but she and the wine bottle, never hit the floor.

“You are so clumsy.” He chuckles, righting her small frame and handing her the wine. “What are you making?” He asks, looking to her with a smirk.

“Chicken cacciatore, my nonna was the best at it, but I try my best.” She smiles shyly as she starts cooking.

As Frank takes his first bite, his eyes roll back and he moans. His reaction catches her offguard and she looks at him with a confused smile.

“It’s good. What can I say?” He shrugs, giving her a smile.

“Right, thank you.” She coughs, going back to eating her own. It didn’t taste like home but it almost did. She was happy to have it. She thinks back to earlier when the man trying to attack her saw Frank and ran away. It was remarkable yet a little unnerving. “Hey, Frank? Why did that man run away from you?” She asks as he takes a bite of dinner and looks up from his plate. His eyes are calculating, not sure what he should say. He assumed she knew about him. Since her father had found out, he assumed that she knew.

“I uh, I killed a lot of people. Bad people, but, still alot of people.” He wags his brows, holding his breath.

“How many?” She asks, taking another bite as if this were small talk.

“Thirty five.” He coughs, trying to disguise it. She looks up for a moment and a grin crosses her face.

“Wow, thirty five? My father’s record for one day is only ten.” She blabs, continuing to eat.

“It wasn’t in one day. I killed all the people responsible for my family’s deaths. Everyone.” He hushes, looking at her as she continues to eat. When she glances up, her eyes meet his and she gives an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, Frank. Holy shit!” Her fork clatters to her plate and she jumps to her feet. “Frank Castle! Holy shit! Oh my god! You’re Frank Castle! Holy fuck.” She stammers over and over, staring at him with wide, loving eyes. “Sorry, most girls crush on celebrities, but not this one. I mean, you are a celebrity, a dead one. But still, wow. You are beautiful.” She coos, staring at him. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you. Wow, Frank Castle. I gotta call Lyla! She’s never gonna believe this!” She crows like a teenage girl, fumbling for her phone. “We used to watch your news pieces and when you killed all those people in prison, amazing.” He plucks the phone from her hand and he laughs.

“No out calls.” He laughs, trying to compose himself.

“Oh come on! I just made the discovery of a century, and you won’t let me call my best friend?” Whining, she stamps a foot like a child and he gives her a half smirk.

“I’m sorry, darlin’.”

“Stop calling me that.” She huffs, her playfulness gone for a moment.

“Why?” He prods. A knock sounds at the door, making both of them jump. His hand grips her wrist across the table and he creeps around, putting her against the wall. Sneaking to the door, he looks through the peephole to see Lyla standing there, but instead of her giddy self, she’s rather squeemish, shifting from foot to foot, looking around nervously. Frank carefully opens the door, but it comes blasting in on him, sending him soaring into the couch.

“I’m sorry!” Lyla sobs as three grown Russian men shove in, grabbing Frank and throwing fist after fist into his face. Looking for her, one Russian reaches over the counter to grab her, but she stabs him with a knife in the arm. The man growls, yanking his arm back. Dislodging the knife, he tosses it aside to find she’s gone. Hunting for her while they kick Frank. A gun shot echoes and one of the Russians falls to the floor. Lyla stands with the gun in her hands, tears in her eyes as another Russian jumps on her, grabbing her by the hair and throwing her into the wall. Kat finds a gun in Frank’s bag and she shoots the large man beating on her best friend and just as she points the gun at the one on Frank, she sees the man’s dead body flop over onto another of the Russians. Frank rises to his feet, blowing air out his nose, blood spraying as he did so. Foot steps slow and calculated as he walks to Lyla, her scared whimpers enough to break Kat’s heart as Frank grabs the front of her shirt and drags her to her feet.

“You brought them here?” He growls low, his voice dark and feral.

“I-they were gonna kill my mom and me if I didn’t tell them.” She whimpers, tears falling down her face.

“And they almost killed you and her.” He barks, pointing to Kat, who stands in shock, quaking with a gun in her hand. Frank limps to her, slowly drawing the gun from her hands and placing it on the couch. “It’s okay.” He whispers, letting her drop her head to his shoulder. She hiccups and then sobs, gripping the back of his blood soaked shirt.

“Frank--you--you’re--” He covers her mouth with a bloody hand, shaking his head.

“I’m fine, darlin’.” She huffs and smiles, tears staining her cheeks. When her eyes lift over her shoulder, she sees the front door still wide open. Giving a shriek, she slips from his grip and slams the door, locking every deadbolt and chain before running back to Frank and gripping him tight.

“Frank, you-you’re bleeding.” She coos, carefully taking him to the couch. Appearing a moment later with a kit in her shaking hands. “Lyla, grab the bottle of rum from the cupboard. Also, it’s Frank fucking Castle!” She cheers as Lyla brings the bottle to her. When her eyes finally meet the man’s face she gasps.

“Holy shit. Your serial killer boyfriend is real.” She laughs, trying to calm her down. Taking a couple swigs from the bottle, she offers it to Frank.

“You want any?” She asks.

“Nah. Really I’m fine.” He hushes, letting his hands cover hers.

“Shut up, Frank.” She nips, swatting away his hands. Cleaning up his face, she puts a couple butterflies on the cut on his forehead, and a bandaid on the little ones on his cheek and chin.

“Darlin’ c’mon. Stop it.” He huffs, pushing her hands away. Jabbing a finger into his chest, earning a groan.

“Quit. Calling. Me. That.” She bites, clapping the kit closed and stomping to the bathroom to put it away.

“What’s her problem?” He huffs to himself, grabbing his cellphone and dialling her father.

“Yeah?”

“So the friend we thought we could trust, not so trustworthy. I need a discreet clean up crew.” He explains, when he sees her appear again. She hooks her arms under the man’s arms and drags him over to the pile of two more bodies and groans in disgust. “Hey, quit touching those.” He hushes, covering the mic on the phone.

“No! I want them gone.” She cries, tears starting to fall down her face.

“Ssh, it’s okay. Calm down.” He cuddles her against his strong body and coos in her ear.

“Clean up crew is on it’s way. Now, tell me my daughter is okay.” Her father’s voice calls to Frank.

“She’s fine, sir. She was cracking jokes earlier.” He chuckles, giving her shoulder a squeeze.

“Good. The clean up crew is four men. They’ll bring a laundry cart up, say they’re here for pickup. You let them in.” Her father says as someone knocks on the door. She dives for the pistol and points it at the door, quaking as Frank carefully opens it to find a two laundry bins and four men.

“Sorry, she’s still scared.” He offers, reaching out and pulling the gun from her hands.

“It’s okay, sir. We just want to remove the bed bugs and get you cleaned up.” The man informs, putting the bodies into the carts and cleaning up in less than an hour. A deep breath escapes her as she sags against Frank, relaxed. His arm closes around her shoulder and he pats her clothed back.

Two Weeks go by, fun had by the two holed up in a small New York penthouse.

“Hey doll, I’m gonna head down for coffee. Don’t let anyone in, okay?” Frank’s gravelly voice washes over her for a moment as he walks through the door. “Lock all of these. I’ll knock twice and call out to you.” He smiles, patting her arm before stepping out and shutting the door. Frank listens as the door locks click, breathing out softly. He was nervous to leave but he hadn’t heard a sound, and there were other men posted outside the room and the building.

He gets to the bakery just down the street and orders her coffee, and his, getting a strawberry turnover with a little smile. Paying for the items, Frank looks at the bag and coffee cups in his hand and he gives a chuckle. He thought to himself, for a moment that he could have this. This life could be his. Getting coffee and turnovers in the morning like some kind of domesticated husband, the kind of husband he wanted to be for Maria. He chuckles, shaking his head. As he gets up the stairs, he sees two guards knocked out, laying in a pile.

“Shit.” Sprinting into room, the coffee hitting the tiled floor and splashing out, splattering up onto the bottom of the sofa where they sat comfortable in each others silence for almost four weeks. His eyes drop to the blood on the couch and the blood on the table, smeared like fingers grasping for the edge. His breath hitches, trying to breathe, but he can’t. “Kat! Kat!” He shouts, screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Frank Castle. It is Castle, right?” A voice calls, and when he turns, he finds a small woman standing before him, Agent Madani.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He barks, voice low and eyes on hers like lasers.

“Saving your little girlfriend you’ve been playing house with. She’s safe. Undisclosed location. Thinks her father is in questioning. No worries, nothing incriminating. But, tell me, Frank. What would you do if I weren’t watching this place, huh? I need to make a deal with her father, but he needs to know it’s the FBI. He will go to a maximum security prison for the rest of his life, but he and his daughter will be safe. The safest she can be, which I think is a little important to you.” She informs, arms crossed over her chest, watching Frank stand there, his chest heaving.

“You have her? Is she under surveillance? Can I see her?” He barks, storming towards her like a black cloud.

“After you get me a meeting with her father, Gianno Lucciani.” She retorts, not letting up. Frank steps closer, hand gripped around Madani’s neck, ready to squeeze, but he doesn’t.

“I’ll see.” He whispers, yanking away the hand around her neck he grabs his phone, calling her father.

“Frank?”

“Yeah, Gianno. Listen to me, man. You gotta come down here to the safehouse.” Frank tries to be calm but his voice wavers slightly.

“Frank, what’s wrong?” He demands.

“There’s some FBI agents here. They’re questioning Kat. They want to cut you a deal. They said they’ll let Kat go when you’re here.” He informs.

“Okay. I’ll be there in five minutes.” He barks, hanging up.

“You gotta handcuff me. When he gets here, he’s gotta think you busted in and got me down first. You’re gonna wanna bring Kat back in too.” He offers. “If his daughter isn’t here, he’ll kill everyone in here if he doesn’t see her face.” He shrugs, putting his hands behind his back and letting them cuff him. They cuff his ankles too for good measure and just as they drop him onto the ground her father comes bursting into the door.

“My daughter.” He growls, gun jammed into Madani’s head. “Unlock him. He’s just her bodyguard. Pete Castliglione. You’re name is Pete right? Why is he handcuffed?” He barks, jabbing a finger at Frank on the floor.

“Yeah, listen, Madani knows. I’m Frank fuckin’ Castle. Okay? We need to see Kat now.” He barks as they take the cuffs off.

“Bring her in.” Madani calls, waving to a couple agents as they head out, returning with his sweet Kat.

“Shit.” He whispers as she piles into him, clinging to him like a lifeboat in the middle of a raging sea.

“Frank, Frank. They broke in. They-the government. They took me to a room. Questioned me. Frank, I--”

“Ssh. Ssh. Ssh. It’s okay, darlin’.” He whispers, her father stepping out into the hallway with Madani.

“Frank I said--”

“Don’t call you that, but it’s important today. Okay?” He coos, grabbing her and kissing her forehead. Her father walks in just in time to see Frank holding her tight against him. His big arms wrapped around her, making her look small and frail.

“Kat, baby, you okay?” She twists around in Frank’s grip. As he starts to let go, her hands grip tightly to his forearms and she chokes on a sob.

“It’s okay. I’m right behind you.” He coos, tugging his arms away as she stumbles to her father.

“Baby, you’re okay. Listen, daddy’s gonna be going away for a while. Okay?” He coos calmly, as if he’s still talking to the same little girl from twenty years ago.

“Daddy, what--”

“The government woman is--”

“Quit talking to me like a child!” She shrieks, screaming at him and stamping her foot.

“I’m taking your father into custody for all the money laundering, the murders of five men, and for running a drug ring underground that we now have you admitting to.” Madani informs loudly as they cuff her father and start walking him down, out into the parking lot. “Put a vest on her, call it protection, whatever you need to do to put her into safety. We’ll shoot her. Take her as crossfire. The Russians and the Cartel will be down there. He’s safest in prison. And we’ll get him there. I need Frank removed safely. Once we’re out of here, they’ll load her into a body bag and get her somewhere safe with Frank. No one tip off Frank or the father. If they know something’s up they’ll take her, whether they think she’s alive or not.” She informs her agents as they load Frank and her father into cars. When she screams at them, the firing of pistols and semi-automatic hand guns fills the air.

“No! Daddy!” She screams, running to the car, but as the car pulls away, an agent strategically shoots her in the chest twice, Frank’s heart hitting the concrete.

“No!” He cries, shaking violently in his cuffs as he tries to get out. Slamming his head into the window, he doesn’t even crack it.

“No! My baby!” Her father screams, following Frank’s actions. They leave her lying on the concrete, tears falling down his face more and more as he fights harder. Madani draws Frank from the car and drags him kicking, into another building.

“Listen!” She shouts over Frank’s heavy, deafening breathing.

“Madani, let me outta these goddamn handcuffs or I swear on Christ I’ll kill everyone in here. You too.” He growls low and hard, his eyes dark burning into the agent as she stands her ground.

“Frank. Frank, calm down.” She coos as they roll a stretcher in with a body bag. “Frank, her father’s going to a white collar prison, he’ll be safe. Frank. Calm down. I’m gonna take these off but please--”

“The bag. What’s in the bag!?” He screams. As the cuffs come off, his hands wrap around Madani’s throat, squeezing until hse’s gripping at his hands, his knuckles white.

“Frank?” Her soft voice takes his breath from his lungs and he drops Madani on the floor, her gasping just quietly in the background. “Frank I’m right here.” She whispers, rising from her bag like a zombie.

“Darlin’. Baby girl. Holy shit.” He whispers, gripping her and holding her against him.

“Frank, my dad. My dad, he thinks I’m--”

“Your father thinks you are dead, and that’s the safest thing for him to think right now. He’s going to a good prison, where he’ll be safe, but he wanted you as safe as possible, and if he, the Russians, and the Cartel believe that his only daughter is dead you are in no danger.” Madani explains, giving her a soft smile.

“My father thinks his only daughter is dead! He’s being arrested and sent to a prison? Frank?” She looks at him with betrayal twinkling in her eyes and Frank chokes, grunting at the pain. She’d never looked at him like that before. “Did you know?”

“Yeah.” He whispers.

“You knew? You helped them?” She cries, grabbing his shirt and shaking him.

“It isn’t what it looks like. You’re father--”

“Your father needed to be safe, and taking him into a facility where the cartel and Russians can’t get him is as safe as he can be.” Madani tries to explain. Kat turns, a fire in her eyes that Frank might’ve been scared of any other day. He folds his arms around her, constricting like a boa, holding steadfast as she begins to kick and hit, screaming at the top of her lungs for Frank to let go.

“I’m gonna kill you, bitch! I’m gonna kill you!” She screams, kicking and slapping at Frank’s stony arms. “Let go of me!” She cries, pushing his arms away and running for the door.

“No! Don’t go out there!” Madani yells. “There’s a Russian mob and a mexican Cartel being arrested right now with the help of your father’s information and willingness to cooperate.” She stops in her tracks and faces Frank.

“You-you knew about this?” She whispers, shaking her head in disbelief. “I trusted you, Frank.” Shaking hands run through her hair as she stands near the door, unsure of what to do. “Frank, how could you?”

“Hun, I just-I wanted to keep you safe. You’re father asked for safety. This is the best I could offer him. I’m sorry.” He explains.

“Me too.” She grabs the handle of the warehouse and walks out into the daylight, pushing her way through the throng of curious eyes and speculating lips.

“Kathryn?” A voice calls, and when she turns, a gun is jabbed into her side she knows she’s messed up. “If you move or set off that Castle, I’ll kill ya for real this time.” The thick Russian accent gruff and low in her ear.

“Eyes on the bait! Eyes on the bait. Moving southeast with a russian, six feet five inches, short black hair, two tattoos on his hands, can’t make out what they say. Getting into a van now, license plate echo-six-bravo-nine-two-eight.” Frank listens quietly before he grabs the nearest gun and charges out the door.

Eyes scanning the vans, he sees one pull away from the curb and follows it.

“Castle is on the move.” Madani calls into the mic.

Frank sets into a sprint as he follows the van. Getting into the warehouse, he listens to hear her give a scream.

“Tell us about Frank Castle.” He growls, stabbing a small pering knife into her thigh. Crying out, she looks around and something about the empty warehouse didn’t feel empty.

“I don’t know any Frank. And that’s saying something, I’m Italian.” She giggles through harsh breaths as he slaps her. The crack across her face sends Frank into a frenzy of rage, killing every man but the man who stands between him and Kat.

“Pete!” She exclaims, rattling the chair legs on the ground. The Russian man’s eyes fall to where hers are locked he raises his brows, gulping audibly.

“Castle.” He growls, looking to Frank as his eyes narrow and he tries to put on a dangerous front. When his eyes meet Frank’s he finds something feral there, something predatory, and he steps back. Frank raises a gun, shooting the man between the shoulder and heart, dropping him on the ground. Gasp. Gasp. Frank ignores the man as he draws Kat from the chair.

“You okay?” He coos, leaving her with a giggle on her busted lips.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Punisher.” She laughs as she hugs his neck, pressing sweet little kisses to his cut face. Frank Castle, the Punisher, New York’s scariest vigilante, and yet these arms that had strangled, hands that killed were comforting her; they were carressing her body with such comfort that tears fell down her face. “Are you okay?”

“I just--I’m so mad at you, but I love you.” She whispers, sniffling. He sucks in a sharp breath.

“You mean that?” He coos as he walks her to his car. Stiffening, he looks at her rigid form and stops them, looking to her with a grin.

“I--”

“I love you too.” He assures, kissing her forehead as he meets Madani at the a roof top across town. Pulling into a parking garage, he leads her to the roof where Madani waits, a small bag in her hands.

“This is yours.” She hands the bag to Kat with a smiling nod. Skeptical and mad, she snatches the bag and hands it to Frank without a second glance.

“No, darlin’. It’s for you.” He smiles, handing it back. Glaring at the bag, she tugs it back to her and opens it. Drawing out it contents, she reads over them carefully.

‘Marriage Certificate

Katalina Jane Foster and Peter Michael Castiglione

Were married at Wilson City Courthouse

July 15th, 2010’

Among the items in the bag was a social security card with her new name, and a driver’s license, passport, and the deed to a house in Atlanta, Georgia. Frank looks at her with a smile.

“Well what if I didn’t want to marry you?” She asks with a challenging smirk.

“Then I’d have to take this back.” He pops open small, velvety red ring box, exposing a dainty piece of silver jewelry with pretty little blue sapphires in it. With a huge grin on her face, she jumps into his waiting arms and kisses his face. Madani watches on with a smile as Frank loads his new bride into a car and they drive away.

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shtern-and-art · 4 years ago

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"Skeppy will probably cry" "Bad will probably cry". Bish, screw, that I am crying!!!

This whole thing was bloody gorgeous and I wasn't expecting that ending. I had no clue what ending to expect but that was definitely better than any I could have hoped for. Forest spirit to soulmate your honour!

I was terrified that you were gonna leave it at the point where he loses the spirit and becomes mortal again. If you had I would be actively sobbing!!!! And oh my god, the art!!! I still can't get over how wonderful your style is.

Imma ask fun things because if I don't I'll sit in a puddle of emotion all night:

What's the first tech thing Bad will buy and how annoying will he be about it? Poor Skeppy trying to answer 101 questions about something he doesn't really use XD.

Is no one concerned that the odd couple from a town they never name has a pet wolf??

Do they immediately go over to a different town or do they wander for a while. Find hidden creeks and befriend bears?

Does Bad still have a connection to nature and animals, like are creatures naturally more trusting of him?

Do they ever visit the og town again?

Does Skeppy still cause absolute chaos in other towns or has he learnt his lesson and only causes minor trouble now?

Does Bad ever try and study again? If he did what would he study and would Skeppy try to study as well?

Does Skeppy steal? I dunno, he just give off the vibe of a naughty lil trickster who'll pocket something if the owner refuses to sell it him.

Immediately after leaving the forest what the first 'argument' they have (not including the car one)?

Would they ever ride horse? If yes, how terrified would Skeppy be?

Skeppy falls outta tree. I don't know why but my mind keeps telling me that this man has great balance until he climbs trees. They are his mortal enemy and Bad finds this both hilarious and terrifying because he is going to hurt himself.

I had waaaaay more questions than I intended to have. My bad '^_^ but this story was way too much fun to read and you are entirely to blame for making it so engaging!

Make sure to take care of yourself and do stretches after and during drawing. You don't wanna hurt yourself <3

AaaaI’m so glad you liked it! :D And, dang, man, I cried while writing that part too :D

And I promised a nice ending for the main story, I did, and this one also makes the most sense narratively! For the story I wanted to tell, at least. Bad can’t really become human again, he’s changed to much. He can only move on, and do something with what he is, and has. And he did! :D That’s really nice and inspiring, this story will always have a place in my heart, heheh <3

Being a guardian spirit connected to a person and all, Bad may be not as strong as before, but he can’t die unless Skeppy dies first. And Skeppy can do that, but he’s pretty sturdy, and his lifespan operates on a whole other scale than human ones. And Bad knowing Skeppy’s real name balances it all out, makes them equal in the power and influence they have over each other.

So hellyeah, soulmates for the win :DDD

I’ll answer all questions under the cut, and this close up from one of the pages!

1) What's the first tech thing Bad will buy and how annoying will he be about it?

Probably a pager! Because it’s a more feasible thing to get than a wholeass computer Bad actually wanted :D An it means Skeppy will have to get one too, and that Bad will be having the time of his life texting him and everyone he can get a number from, even if they’re still in the room with him.

Poor Skeppy indeed, he can learn to appreciate the pagers, and later phones, too, and computers, but he really has 0 idea on how it all works and why Bad is so fascinated by it all.

2) Rat and regular people

Oh, she can shapeshift, just like Bad! If they’re out with people around, she takes form of a puppy, and Bad can pass her off as a weird mix breed rescue doggo.

3) Do they immediately go over to a different town or do they wander for a while?

Oh, since they have no end destination in mind, they can ride around for a bit, go visit some cool places and roadside attractions. Sadly, Skeppy is probably not spiritually or morally ready to full on befriend wild bears yet, and they do need money for gas and snacks. So, at some point they will have to stop somewhere and find work – at least for a bit, to save up. Life’s gonna be a bit complicated with all that, until Skeppy figures out his treasure-finding abilities :DD

4) Bad and nature and animals

He is definitely still in tune with all wildlife! Even more – Bad could become a proper guardian spirit for Skeppy in part because, in a way, Skeppy himself is part of the nature.

So yeah, Bad can understand animals (and plants) and communicate with them; they’re just more free to not take his shit, and Bad’s emotions do not “possess” them unless he makes an effort to do so.

He doesn’t like doing it, tho.

5) Do they ever visit the og town again?

Hm, I think they will completely forget about it for a while, until, like, 30+ years later they will be going somewhere, and find themselves around those parts. And they try to not appear too often in the areas they’ve spent a lot of time in already (they can be pretty recognizable, and also barely show signs of aging). But it’s been a long time, and the town’s really different now… So they make a stop, and spend a day there. They walk the unfamiliar streets between the new buildings, check out the popular hiking trail, the advertisements for hot springs and winter activities. The old cinema is still there, and is hosting an all-night marathon of classic horror movies of the last century.

Bad and Skeppy leave the town after sunset – the day was nice, but they have nothing more to do there. They ride through the forest on a well paved road, with radio playing something barely above the whisper. And in the dark of hot summer night, Bad can see the white stag running between the trees alongside their car. Shadows dance over the shimmering light of it’s fur.

Somewhere after the towns border, the stag disappears back in the forest. But the air in the car stays light and fresh, saving the smell of old pines and dry leaves all though the night.

6) Skeppy and chaos

Well, after the whole mess in the main story, Skeppy definitely learned some lessons, especially about not being a dick :D

But the thing is – he can’t really help the fact that things tend to stir up around him a lot. He naturally brings in chaos into everything, because he is, in part, a personification, or an outlet for it in the world. And so, to feel, well and good, and himself Skeppy gotta do stuff that disrupts balance, and creates some mayhem. And in gave him a lot of trouble in early life, but in the course of the main story he learned that he can chose were he lets that chaos to take hold, learned what can come of that chaos, apart from utter misery.

Like, where it can help dismantle something destructive, and where – bring in the more positive change, that was already brewing, possible, but is stagnant for some reason.

Soooo, I can’t say Skeppy causes only minor chaos in his life, but he sure learns even more about not being a dick :DDDD

7) The studying

I think Bad will want to get a higher education at some point, because he wanted to, and because it’s already new millennia and all that. Bet he’ll go for something very technical and/or literature. Maybe he’ll start by piking up some classes in small time colleges, when they stop in one place for a while, and later get into an online program, because why not.

Skeppy is not a college guy at all. He’ll listen to Bad talk about it, read textbooks if he wants to, can research stuff, buuut going to classes and doing homework is definitely not his thing.

8) Stealing

Well, you’re right, Skeppy can and will steal stuff out of spite! And will be scolded by Bad for it, and will not feel (that) sorry about it. But real stealer between them will be Bad himself :D

It’s just… he has the corvid tendencies, and a hoard (a box) of sentimental mementos from different people and events, and the thrill of stealing something small and harmless is very exciting. Bad is very proud of his little collection. Skeppy finds it very adorable, a bit hypocritical, and kinda creepy. Like, that pretty box he gifted Bad at some point is now full of stuff like:

- pressed flower from the clearing they had a picnic at on their anniversary

- the button the waitress lost that one day the storm caused a black out in the whole town

- some small animal bones

- couple pretty rocks Bad stole from Skeppy’s pockets

- penny that was once glued to the ground

- a handful of teeth people (and not people) lost in fights with Bad

- pen from some fancy hotel

- rainbow dash keychain that belonged to a child

- the list goes on

9) Argument

Oh, that same day they’ll fight over whether they should stay at the really crappy and suspicious looking motel, or go sleep in a perfectly fine forest near the road. Ironically, Bad wanted to try out the motel (because, yay, first time spending the night back in civilization), and Skeppy was the one insisting on sleeping in nature (because the motel looks like it could give you 10 diseases if you even stand near it, and sleeping in the forest is kind of nice, and means they can cuddle).

10) Horses

The guys will probably ride them at some point. Well, Bad will ride, and Skeppy will sit on his horse and hope it knows what to do and where to go, because trying to make this giant thing do something seems dangerous. If they’ll have to actually go somewhere fast, Skeppy will not survive that day, his butt (and legs) will be dead for days to come.

And riding with Bad on one horse may sound romantic and nice, but all romance dies when the gallop starts.

11) Skeppy and climbing

Skeppy is more down to earth kind of guy, more of a “rocks and caves” kind of creature, real-life lizard person or something. Up on the trees and in the air – not really his element, yeah. But it doesn’t mean that Skeppy will accept this fact easy. The embarrassment of never managing to safely make it down a tree is too strong, he just has to do it all over again, and again. And again. Because, clearly, he was distracted this time. And the time before that Bad was teasing him, and it “disrupted his flow”. And, really, maybe these trees here just do not like Skeppy much, and make him slip a lot. Yeah.

So, more often than not, if Skeppy climbs a tree, he will not stop climbing it until he falls, or the tree ends. Bad had to take him off high branches couple times, forcefully, because, of course, Skeppy was sitting there for 2 hours just to properly enjoy the sunset. He can climb down at any point, he just Choses not to. The view is amazing. The bark is literally part of his skin now, not because he holds on tight, no, he’s just Than Much one with the nature )<

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Don’t apologize for the questions! It’s always so fun to answer them, and it makes me think more about stuff I may have skipped, or didn’t think about before. It’s really nice :3c

Again, thank you for the ask, and for being here for this story! <3

(And I’ll try setting timers for rest breaks while I draw, mb that will help)

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In The Dark - masterpost

#mcyt #mcyt fanart #badboyhalo #skeppy #skephalo #In The Dark #it's so hot here #my laptop's keyboard is like a stove #=c=#shtern talks

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bansheeoftheforest · 4 years ago

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*slamming a dead bird on your table like that credit card meme* MAIJABI IS THE FIRST TO KNOW.

He sees Jekyll walking by late at night and goes to greet him, only to watch him lean on his cane a bit more, sigh, and suddenly just.. Jekyll Jr. Maijabi's cat. He is there. In a pile of clothes. Jekyll is Jekyll Jr. Maijabi does not know what to do with this information, but he imagines that Jekyll would appreciate not having to drag his clothes and cane to his office in cat form or, god forbid, get dressed in the middle of the hallway. He walks over, Jekyll is Terrified, but Maijabi just smiles and helps put everything away in his office, then holds cat Jekyll against his chest and lets him purr to self soothe.

OOO WAIT WHAT IF JASPER KNEW RIGHT AWAY? Like he smelled it when they first met? He thinks Jekyll saved him because he is also a were thing or shifter. He sees Jekyll Jr. and talks to him like he would Jekyll in his human form. The Lodgers think it's just a quirk of Jasper's, meanwhile Jekyll is having a breakdown because Does He Know?? He catches Jekyll transforming but doesn't react, just continues to ask him about the Exhibition and that's when Jekyll finally realizes oohhhh maybe he shouldn't freak out about the werewolf knowing he can turn into a cat.

OOOHGOHOHO OH MY GOD YES PLS YES.

Henry underestimating his joints thinking he can came back to his office in time, yet he feels how it flares up and it hurts so much that he can barely walk straight, not even with a cane, not even supporting himself against a wall, and he would prefer not to pass out in the hallway. He looks around to make sure no one is around, Maijabi noticing and quietly ducking behind a wall, only to see how Jekyll leans his back against the wall and then he... Shrinks. He stares in absolute shock as that little cat he just bought a collar for wobbly crawls out of the pile of clothes and lays down on top of them, seemingly absolutely exhausted. Maijabi can barely process it. Even through the dark ambiance of the corridor, he knows fully well what he just saw, and he can't stop himself from coming closer to the poor little cat writhing in the still-warm clothes. Jekyll's face shoots towards him in absolute terror, yet Maijabi just tsks softly and lifts Henry up, placing him leaned against his shoulder like a toddler as he grabs the clothes and the cane and helps Henry to move it towards the office. He can hear Henry's heart pounding in his tiny little chest, yet the moment everything is secured on the sofa, Maijabi cradles Henry to his chest and let the poor man rest. Maybe he would bring Henry back to his own lab and let him sleep on the catbed the Lodgers bought for Jekyll Jr. and only start asking questions once Henry has gotten some rest (and his clothes back on). Henry laying on the sofa in his office in absolute exhaustion with only pants and a loosely buttoned shirt bc his joints hurts too much to button more or get more clothes on as Maijabi walks around the office tinkering to make some tea, carefully and casually asking... How and stuff. Maybe Henry would decide he trusts Maijabi enough and actually tell him His Tragic Backstory of being a CatboyTM. Maijabi taking one look at him and deciding that yes. You seemingly are a catboy. But you are my son now. AHah you can't do anything about it now. <3

OohohoOOHOHOHO. Oh my. Oh my yes pls. Like Jasper not asking bc he thinks it's terribly rude of him (and he doesn't know werewolf or shifter etiquette) but he can definitely smell it. And it doesn't take long for him to notice all those lil cat quirks with Jekyll and the way he is just so... Catty. Definitely does not think much of it when Jekyll has been a cat a little too long and starts yelling for his food. Jasper cuddling Jekyll and just randomly (and jokingly) wondering why he is never this affectionate as a human and Henry looks like that cat from the vine "sir, are you aware that you are a cat?" and almost-- just almost runs away in pure shock (he wouldn't have been able to anyways. I have decided that The WobblesTM are canon to this au now). Jasper not noticing and just... Continuing to cuddle him. Maybe Jasper wouldn't even catch him, but Jekyll would decide to be brave and tell him anyways? And Jasper being confused like "...Yeah, I already knew that?" and just... <3

oh my god. Jasper and Jekyll having too much energy and jokingly starting a discourse debating if felines or canines are better-- surprisingly Jasper is team feline and Jekyll team canine so they are just very aggressively complimenting each other XD

#Man. I love this au. Jeks. Jeks thank you so much for bringing me this dead bird <3 #ask #thejeksburyguy #banshees au #catshifter au

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occasionally-writing · 5 years ago

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Clingy Boyfriends And Late Night Games

A/N: It’s another 3:00 am fanfic! Why do I always get the urge to write at this time of night? XD Anyways, this is a fluffy WinTeam fanfic that I got an idea from after I was listening to Dome playing Resident Evil! I really hope you guys enjoy the WinTeam!!!

Summary: Team has another night that sleep is evading him, so he goes over to Win’s and watches his boyfriend play games before he dozes off against Win’s chest.

Word Count: 1430

Letting out a groan, Team squirmed onto his side, kicking the blanket off his body as he moved his gaze to the bright red numbers of his alarm clock, the time stating it was past midnight. Huffing as he sat up, Team grumbled and reached for his phone that was buried under his pillow, pushing the power button and wincing when the light beamed into his eyes. Rubbing them, Team typed in his passcode and looked through any new posts on his facebook and instagram. Noticing a pic of Dean and Pharm, Team felt the smile on his face rise when he took in how happy his best friend looked as he stared at his boyfriend in the picture, not even looking at the camera even though Dean was. Giving it a quick like, Team kept scrolling until his thumb stopped and he stared at a picture of Win, holding a game controller as he announced he was playing with a few friends from the swim club. Noticing that it wasn’t posted that long ago, Team bit his lip and slowly slid off his bed, slipping on his sandals as he grabbed his keychain with two keys on it. Pocketing his phone into his shorts, Team exited his room and locked it behind him, taking the familiar path to his Hia’s dorm. Getting there within three minutes, Team stared at the wooden door as he tried to decide if this was a good idea. Digging his key chain from his pocket, Team ran his fingers over the key that Win had given him when they started dating and took in a deep breath.

“Hia…?” Team called out softly as he unlocked the door and stepped in, slipping off his sandals as he entered the room further. Hearing his door open and his boyfriend calling his name, Win paused his game and turned to offer a bright smile to Team, waving him over as he turned his attention back to the game he was playing, fixing the headphones and mic back over his face properly. Shifting on his feet, Team observed his boyfriend before he made his way over to him, sitting beside him as he laid his head on his shoulder, watching the game Win was playing with what sounded like Mew, Pruk and surprisingly Dean. Wasn’t he supposed to be spending the night with Pharm? Opening up his phone again when he felt it vibrate with a notification from instagram, Team rolled his eyes when he noticed it was Dean, who had a sleeping Pharm resting his head on his thigh as he played with the others. Of course Dean would take a picture of that and Team knew he would hear about it from Pharm in the morning for posting that picture. Turning his head so he could nudge his chin against Win’s shoulder. “I’m not bugging you, am I?”

“Of course not, feel free to cuddle. No, Mew I was not talking to you and Dean! I heard that snort, shut your trap!” Win called into his mic, letting out a huff as he heard Mew and Pruk’s laughter, Team also trying to hide a smile as his Hia got teased. Keeping his gaze on the television as the group played Resident Evil, Team slowly looped his arm around Win’s and snuggled closer, burying his face against his boyfriend’s shoulder as he sighed, secretly loving the warmth Win’s body gave off as he cuddled him. Shouting something about being chased by a zombie, Win pressed a small kiss to Team’s forehead even though his eyes never left the screen, pulling out a handgun and quickly taking down the zombie that was chasing him. “Thanks for the help you shitty team members!”

Not being able to hold back his snickers this time, Team covered his mouth with his hand as Win turned to glare at him playfully, wiggling his arm free as he pushed his boyfriend away, Team rolling onto his back as he cackled. Letting out a calming breath as his giggles stopped, Team stared at Win’s back with something that felt like love until he sat up and crawled forward, wiggling closer to him until he was practically in Win’s lap, making his Hia’s spread his legs from how they were crossed as he laid against his chest, his head propped under Win’s chin. Letting out a chuckle at how clingy Team was being, Win didn’t mind wrapping his arms around his waist as he continued to play, tangling his legs with Team’s as they continued to cuddle. Team wasn’t sure how long Win had been playing with the others but by the time he heard Dean talking through Win’ headphones, saying something about having to get Pharm into bed, Team was aware that he himself had just begun to doze off. Saying their goodbyes, Win glanced down at Team who still had his sleepy gaze on the game, the sound of Mew and Pruk still chatting and playing coming through his headphones. Leaving one hand on the controller, Win gently placed the free one of Team’s stomach and rubbed his thumb across the soft fabric of his shirt, gaining his boyfriend’s attention.

“Hey, if you want to rest in my bed. You’re free to...your position doesn’t look that comfortable to sleep in,” Win whispered softly, nudging his mic out of the way so his two teasing friends couldn’t hear him. Stifling a yawn, Team refused to move as he shook his head, his hair tickling Win’s chin making his jerk back with a chuckle. Letting out a hum, Win scooped up Team’s phone and checked the time, grimacing when he noticed he'd been playing for almost three hours, the time now being close to three am. Handing his sleepy boyfriend back his phone, Team moved his mic back down and muttered to Mew and Pruk that he would play one last game before he had to bring Team to bed. Vaguely listening to Win muttering about crappy teamwork and the cackles coming from Mew and the advice coming from Pruk, Team let his eyes flutter close as he leaned back more into Win’s chest, completely dozing off and becoming unaware of the way Win was observing him with a soft smile on his face. “Hey guys...I’ve got to go now. Yeah...he fell asleep...okay, let’s play again tomorrow or something.”

Exiting the game as he removed his headphones, Win slowly held Team to his chest and he moved and placed the controller on the shelf beside the gaming device, his headphones getting dropped next to it as well. Shaking his shoulder lightly, Win whispered in Team’s ear, trying to get the boy aware of his surroundings as they stood up, Win supporting most of Team’s weight as he walked them towards the bed. Flopping onto the mattress with a groan, Team barely moved as Win yanked the blanket out from underneath his body and covered him with it, taking his phone out of his pocket and laying it on the bedside table beside him. Nuzzling his face into the pillow and sleepily taking in the scent of his boyfriend’s shampoo and cologne, Team sighed and shifted around when Win slipped under the covers as well, turning off the lamp on his side, bathing the room into darkness. Letting out a whine as he made cute grabby hands in Win’s direction, Team pouted until Win swept him up in his arms and his head was buried in his boyfriend’s neck, their legs tangled together as Win placed an arm around his waist.

“You couldn’t sleep, couldn’t you?” Win asked softly, pressing a kiss to Team’s forehead as the boy shook his head. Rubbing his thumb softly around his waist, Win pulled Team closer until there wasn’t a single part of them not touching, both of them letting out sighs of comfort as the warmth of the blanket and each other began to make them drowsy with sleep. Nuzzling his face deeper into Win’s neck, Team pressed a small kiss to the skin before his breathing evened out and he fell back into the dozing state he was in earlier while Win was still playing his game. Letting out a soft snicker as he noticed this, Win buried his face into Team’s hair and closed his eyes, not fighting the wave of sleep that pulled him under, quickly following Team in his example and passing out, one last thing on his lips that came out jumbled and unheard by his resting boyfriend. “G’night...Team…”

#until we meet again #uwma #uwmatheseries #winteam #teamwin #deanpharm #my writing

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anony-phangirl · 6 years ago

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Asphyxiated By You

Chapter 1

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,342

Warnings (for this chapter): Swearing, Shrek vs Beauty and the Beast debate (if that’s a trigger?)

A/N: A little off sched. Sorry ‘bout that. XD

Art piece companion by @raterina-and-rayla (This is good, I love. ^-^)

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Things did not get any better for Virgil and Roman's relationship.

Truly, it was a good thing that Roman's best friend, another youtuber that Virgil liked- Thomas Sanders, had walked in on the argument and settled things between the two roommates.

And now, two years had passed by, and barely anything had changed- obvious as the two were arguing again.

"You take that back!" Roman exclaimed, clearly outraged by Virgil's statement.

"Well, can't take back the truth Princey." Virgil shrugged. "You just gotta admit that Shrek is a more superior movie."

"It is not!" Roman stated, fuming as he stomped his foot. "Beauty and the Beast is much *much* better than- than that movie!"

"Eh, I'd beg to differ. Especially counting in the fact that, there's just a better story to it than that old Disney film, and counting in the other fact that Shrek is less Stockholm Syndrome-y than that of Beauty and the Beast. Plus! The soundtrack is awesome."

"What?! How dare-"

And then, there goes the screaming, words mashing together as insults and arguments flew in the air.

And once again, Thomas had the absolute perfect timing, of arriving just as a full blown cushion war had began.

"Guys guys stop! You are acting like children, again!!" He called out, loud enough for the two to hear and stop throwing cushions at each other.

"He started it!" They both said, pointing at each other.

Thomas let out a frustrated sigh. "Well, whoever started, and whatever your argument is about, I can assure you that you two can settle this after you cleaned up the mess you made. Wouldn't want Patton and Logan lecturing you two again now would you?"

They both shook their heads.

"Great. Now, go on ahead and clean up your place. I'll take these chips and prepare some popcorn for movie night. Have you chosen your movie?" He asked.

The two glared at each other, which only proved to show that they haven't.

Thomas let out another sigh. "Well, I guess we'll be doing another vote later then."

And with that said in an air of finality, Roman and Virgil set to work, cleaning up the living room while Thomas set out to make snacks.

About thirty minutes later, more of Roman's friends- Joan and Talyn- arrived. They both ended up settling the whole debate on which movie they should watch, with Shrek having won.

Then another thirty minutes pass by before the beloved glasses gays- a nickname that Joan had once used to tease the two lovers that only stuck- finally arrived.

"Patton, Logan, come on in." Thomas greeted by the door with a warm smile.

Patton, Virgil’s quite tall friend, was the first to enter, in his usual outfit of a button up shirt with his cat hoodie tied up over his shoulders and around his neck, hanging behind him like a superhero.

His curly golden brown hair (which Virgil had found the habit of comparing to Daniel Howell’s hair) bounced slightly as he skipped into the place, his baby blue eyes filled with excitement, his freckles more obvious with that adorable smile on his face.

“Virgil! I missed you!” Patton said, giggling as he strided over to him.

And the next thing Virgil knew, he was being engulfed by his six foot one giant friend, while Logan, Patton’s boyfriend and Virgil’s other friend, entered the apartment.

Logan stood at five foot five, his posture was perfect, his dark blue eyes were calculating while he held an air of seriousness around him, his medium side part hairstyle was slicked back, not a single strand out of place, despite lacking the gel.

“Salutations, friends.” Logan greeted, before turning to his boyfriend. “Patton, dear, you just saw him yesterday, let him go before he chokes from lack of air.”

Patton flushed, giggling before he did. “Sorry Virge. And I know, Lo! But you know me.”

“Fortunately so.” Logan replied, a crack of a smile on his face. “Now, what movie have you selected for us to watch?”

“Shrek.” Virgil shrugged, smirking at Roman, who only stuck his tongue out at him.

Logan nodded.

“Well, what are we waiting for then! Let’s get movie night started!” Thomas smiled, before everyone headed to the living room.

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Somehow soon, everyone found themselves comfy, with Thomas, Talyn, and Joan sat on the floor, and Logan, Patton, Virgil and Roman on the couch- with Patton and Logan cuddling and Thomas being stuck between his two friends who were both cuddled up to him (not that he minded, he loves his friends).

Soon quickly became half past midnight, with the third Shrek movie playing in the background as one by one people began drifting off- Logan falling asleep on his boyfriend, and Thomas and Talyn having drifted off on the floor next to Joan, who continued to watch with sleepy eyes.

Virgil himself began dozing off, snorting awake every now and then as he tried his best to avoid leaning against Roman. He'd really rather not fall asleep on the guy that he argues with on a daily basis.

But then, it's not as if he could stop himself, seeing as during the teachable moment with Merlin, the calm atmosphere of the movie slowly eased him to slumber, and the next thing he knew- It was morning, and he was in his bedroom.

"Wha..?" He groaned to himself, before groggily sitting up and blinking.

What had happened? Did Roman carry him to his room? The last thing he remembers from the night prior was dozing off…

Nevertheless, he let out a sigh before getting out of bed, letting out a yawn as he stood up, before stretching out his arms. He was still tired, but when is he ever not?

He let out a sigh before walking over to his bathroom, brushing the morning breath off his mouth before washing the sleep off his partly freckled face. He sighed as he looked at the mirror.

He still looked like a mess, but it wasn't like he was leaving the apartment.

And with a final sigh, he turned and left the bathroom, before leaving his own room. He headed to the kitchen, planning on eating some cereal, as he passed by the living room, the two nerds, still cuddled up together, lay asleep on the couch and the other three friends sleeping on a big comfy duvet on the rugged on the floor.

He let out another small yawn, smiling at the sight of his friends, before carrying on his way to the kitchen.

As he got there, he found Roman, already up and making breakfast.

"You're up early, Gavin." Roman grumbled as the sound of bacon being fried filled the air.

Virgil shrugged, giving Roman a tired morning glare. "Just hungry, Nines." He grumbled.

Ah the nicknames, sincerely adapted from that one interactive choice-based game, Detroit: Become Human. It was a game that they both found themselves agreeing on was actually good and something they enjoyed playing together as a sort of choosing.

Though Roman had mentioned how Virgil had acted like the one asshole, Gavin, in the game, not to mention the last name familiarity. Hence how the man began calling him Gavin, and Virgil ended up calling him Nines, as a reference to RK900, just for the heck of it.

"Well, I'm already cookin' up some bacon and eggs, so don't bother making your cereal." Roman waved.

He narrowed his eyes at him, before he grabbed his cereal box… It was unusually lighter than before.

"Did you steal some of my cereal again?"

"What? No! That's ridiculous!" Roman denied, almost immediately. "Now shoo! I might end up accidentally burning these if you keep distracting me!"

"I'll burn you for stealing my fuckin' cereal, you fuckin' asshole…" He grumbled, as he walked off to the dining room.

The day then continued on from there as usual, with their friends having left at noon- the normal arguments, to the very odd and unusual ones, it all just went on from there.

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cartooness · 6 years ago

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Sum Masonder Stuff part 82 or something lol

Okay, so. Lavender Grey and Mason Adalbert are both huge dorks. They are. And they're in love and it's beautiful. So, here are some dialogues I've made up for them haha.

Lav, jokingly,- You look like a cheeto.

Mason- Well at least I'm flaming hot then!

Lav, staring at Mason, admiring him with so much love- You're gorgeous. <3

Mason, blushing like crazy,- *sputter* NO YOU!! YOU'RE MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER!! YOU'RE A LITERAL GODDESS IN THE FLESH!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!

Lav, red as a strawberry,- O///////O thanks.

*proceeds to hold him tight under the blankets*

Lav- I love all of you <3

Mason- You do??? :')

Lav- Of course I do! I love you here *pecks his forehead* and here *pecks his cheek* and here *this goes on for a while lmao*

••Like almost an hour later••

Lav, very smitten,- Does that answer your question?

Mason, malfunctioning due to the amount of love,- Yeah. My turn.

Lav- Heh.

Mason- *does the exact same thing*

Lav- Button?

Mason- Lovely?

Lav- >///< sorry I just. Love my pet name so much.

Mason- Well it's true! You ARE lovely! *hugs her and kisses the corner of her mouth*

Lav- Aww, thanks n///n

Lav- Button. I'm cold. Are you?

Mason- Yeah, kinda.

Lav- Wait I'll get us a blanket. *uses magic to levitate a blanket towards them*

Mason- Also my heart is cold. Can you warm it up owo??

Lav- *adjusts blankey, then snuggles up close to him.* Of course. <3

Mason- Can I kiss you please?

Lav- Okay.

Mason- *kisses her hands*

Lav- Ò/////Ó *SPUTTER*

Mason- ÒwÓ

Lav- Hmph. My turn. *holds his face and kisses him rather passionately*

Mason, a few minutes later,- Ò////Ó

Lav- ÒwÓ

Mason- Lav is like a basket.

Travis- Explain.

Mason- She holds me.

Lav- *is carrying him bridal style* uwu

Lav- WHAT'S CRACK A LAKIN BIG SMACKING!!!! *passes out*

Mason- !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Decan- She's been like this for an hour. I'm scared. Do you think you know what happened?

Mason- ...catnip.....

Decan- Wha?

Mason- *sigh* Okay so, Jace invited Lav and I to the animal shelter he works at and she was playing with all the cats, which was absolutely ADORABLE, and SOMEHOW, SHE FOUND CATNIP, SNIFFED IT, AND NOW SHE'S HIGH OR SOMETHING!!! Is it because she has cat like qualities????

Decan- She. Got high. Off of catnip??

Lav, delirious,- HELL YEAH I DID!!! *goes back to the floor*

Decan- I'll carry her to her room. *sigh*

((This was so stupid fhdhgsfhah))

Mason- Your eyes sparkle like the ocean~♡

Lav- My eyes are brown?

Mason- Your eyes sparkle like the Hudson River?

Lav- Button, can we cuddle please?

Mason- Of course!

*cuddle each other*

Lav- *snuggles up real close*

You're such a wonderful human being, you know that? You're so compassionate about others, even when you've had a rocky past, you listen to others and what they have to say, and you're never angry like, ever. It's really rare to find people like that.

Mason-.... well, I'd say you're not so bad yourself. First of all, you're like. The most powerful human to ever exist, and that's really saying something, and from what I've been told, you escaped from your childhood hell and actually made it here, and by the luck of the all mighty universe, found a family to call your own. And the trauma? You have a super strong support system AND you're a natural born fighter. Not to mention, you are like, SO smart about so many different things. It's amazing. And you're so, so sweet and passionate about so many people and things you love and care about. Falling in love with you was the best thing that's ever happened to me. *realizes what he just said*

Lav- *blushing like crazy* you... fell in love.... with me?

Mason- Yes! I have! I've fallen and I can't get up! You're, just, so smart, so passionate, so strong, not to mention you're absolutely GORGEOUS in every sense of the word, how could I not fall in love with you! I love you! So much!

... I love you too. Jesus, I am so in love with you I literally can't put it into words. You are such a wonderful, kind, handsome, absolutely adorable human being, all around the absolute love of my life. *holds his face*

Lav- And I think I want to kiss you until I can't feel my face anymore. You?

Mason *blushing* - Yes please.

And then they’re hardcore making out, and by that I mean they're in a mad lip lock while hands are entangled in hair and/or holding the others face. This goes on for a while lmao.

~~About like 7 minutes later~~

Lav- *breathless and very lovestruck*

Mason- *Also very breathless and very lovestruck* So... my love, how'd I do?

Lav- Well, darling, I think you've really outdone yourself~

And then they’re snuggled up into each other, once again, enjoying the moment. <3 ((they're so cute ahhhhh))

Ok so, I like to think Mason would definitely have yearning sessions with Kyle because they would. So this was right before lav and mason got like, together together.

Kyle- You ever just have the need to like. Cuddle up with someone. And hold them close.

Mason, in a proper yearning mood,- Ugh, YES. Don't judge please, but you know Lavender?

Kyle- Yeah. We see each other every day, and she made me pride pins. That was really kind of her.

Mason- .... I would love to hold her tight and just. Snuggle up with her all day. Yeah, that sounds wonderful.... -///-

Kyle- OOOH! YOU LIKE HER!!!! ~~~

Mason- Heh!? Wha.... maybe!!! I don't have to tell you!!! *hiding his face*

Kyle- My dude, it's okay! I mean, she's nice and stuff, you guys are already giod friends, so it's not like there'd be any major problems I guess.

Mason- Well, yeah, but I just don't know if she likes me back! Like, as more than a friend!! I dunno. I'm going to her place tomorrow on Friday, and maybe I'll tell her then. Better to rip the band aid off now when it's fresh or whatever.

Kyle- Ah, ok. Tell me how it goes!! But for now, let's finish Mr. Caps homework.

Mason- Yeah, let's do that.

Ok now here's one with Lavender and her friend Tracy ; )

Lav- Cloudy?

Tracy- Yeah?

L- I like Mason. A lot.

T- *GASP* I KNEW IT!!!

L- WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNEW IT!?!?

T- Oh, please! You guys are so CUTE! You're always with one another, always enjoying company, and I'm pretty sure those platonic relationship cuddles are flustering you now. Do you get all shy and stuff when you're around him now?

Lav- Wha- yeah? But it used to not be that way!! Hmph. Damn his cute face and his laughter. And his caring touch. And his beautiful smile. He probably tastes sweet as well...

Tracy- >:3 You're head over heels for him!!!!!

Lav- Ò/////Ó TRACY PLEASE!!!! HE MIGHT NOT LIKE ME BACK THAT WAY!!!

T- But what if he does??

Lav- ... but what if he does? *hopeful*

And then they kissed the next day XD

So me and my lovely mutual @ghostly-business came up with these uwu

Did you know Lav's favorite way to hold Mason is by straddling him and snuggling into his chest while holding each other taught? Also he strokes her hair and face as well ((Note- on this blog straddling is never s*xual)) And they're on her bed, with a warm blankey, enjoying the moment :'') They nap/sleep together all the time. For reals. Mason has been in her room more times than he can count lol. They are so cute and fluffy and in love it makes me so soff Lav wears flavored lip balm all the time (like me, currently wearing the flavor strawberry sprinkle :p) , so she likes to kiss him and she'll be all like "What flavor is it? OwO" and he'll either actually guess or be like "Hmmm, I dunno, I need to taste it again ;)" cause he's flirty like that sometimes and they're favorite flavor is root beer. Or he decides to purposely guess something very wrong to mess with her, and guesses things that are inedible like “toothpaste” and they both giggle about it YES. HE WOULD.

"Pft, not even CLOSE to blueberry, Button."

"I know, I know."

OH WAIT WAIT WAIT

Have you seen Cloudy with a chance of meatballs???

JELLO SCRUNCHIE????

You know that scene where flint and same like, puffed their cheeks up and kissed each other? Big masonder vibes right there :OOOOOOOOOOOOO :D !! I also rly love the jello scrunchie tooo aH

Honestly they are like, a version of masonder. Exactly, The embodiment of masonder. YES. Also Mason would totally go to like. A peach farm and pick a bunch for lav cause she loves peaches. Mason, one day, on the phone, "Hey lav meet me at my place I have a surprise byeee" Imagine them. Sharing a peach tho, like, they just take a big bite of it at the same time and then give each other the biggest smiles. Y E S.

I’m. Somft

And she's all like "Ah, nothing beats a near over ripe peach!" Mason, "I think your smile begs to differ" Lav-😶😶😶

Mason- And you're definitely way sweeter than they'll ever be <33 *pecks her lips*

I'M SOFF DAMMIT

I just had a wonderful idea. Lav and Mason, on a fruit farm date, And they have so much fun. There's a bunch of kids there as well, and it's so cute seeing them help the babies reach stuff. Or taking pictures for other families. Yessss love that.

Imagine they find this weird looking fruit and give it a name like “Fred” or something like that and take a bunch of photos/selfie of said fruit. Y E S. THEY WOULD. I'M LOVE. Mason- LOVELY OMG LOOK AT THIS STRAWBERRY

Lav- :OOO It looks like a Fred! They name it after Scooby doo’s Fred Jones because it looks similar to him. Like it’s just vaguely Freddy like. And then it's the evening, they have like 2 baskets of various apples and peaches and stuff, and they're sitting under a big tree, Lav's head on his shoulder, and Lav's all like "Mason, I'm going to feed you a strawberry, okay?" "Okay. Ah-" and then she catches his mouth in a kiss and starts passionately kissing him. He's kissing her back as well, and after a minute or two, they depart and he holds her in his lap. The sun is going down, so they head to Mason's house, and they put away all the fruit they didn't already eat, and now they're in his room. Mason lays on his bed, Lav right after. Then they get real close and snuggle into each other. "I love you." "I love you too." And then they drift to sleep.

:'''''))))

OK BUT I had this new idea abt the whacky strawberry thing - what if, instead of Fred Jones, the strawberry looked vaguely like Lewis. They call it “Lewis Pepperberry” and the second they show Lewis he’s just: ಠ_ಠ. Lewis Pepperberry has a very special place in the fridge.

Oooh! Yay! Lav put a spell on it so it'll never rot.

I’m thinkin the green leaves of the strawberry could be the 2 little tufts of hair on the back of head (hopefully you know what I’m talking abt lol -) Must never let the Pepperberry rot.

Oh Vivi and Arthur would absolutely LOVE the Pepperberry, they would never let Lewis live it down. They would pepper it in (hehe) to their conversations from time to time and Lewis would always be caught off guard by it. Mystery would find it kinda ridiculous but support it anyways (and maybe put into some of their conversations as well sometimes)

Vivi, after kissing Lewis,- Mm, sweet as a pepper berry~♡

Lewis- Ò////Ò Vivi, darling, Please....

Oh did I ever tell you lav is strong enough to bridal style carry Mason and she loves to scoop him up and shower his face and jaw with kisses?

“Sometimes our relationship is built by being silly and Lav holding me bridal style and smooching me” - Mason

Also yes, masonder in a nutshell. Infinite smooches and holding. Along with being huge dorks. Omg. You know how when moms kiss their newborn babies and they make those little noises while they kiss them 50 times on the same spot of their cheek? This makes little sense, but Lav and Mason kiss each other like that. They like, chose a spot and rapid fire kiss it like 50 times and it makes this little like, noise, IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN LMAOO. I literally can't explain it omg. But they smooch All. The. Time. And Mason is a surprisingly good kisser lol. Lav is almost there XD.

I think you may be talking about a raspberry (not the fruit, the informal def is: a sound made with the tongue and lips in order to express derision or contempt. It’s like a pbbth sound I think how you’d describe it? I might be wrong so correct me if I am lol) KINDA. Like, it sounds like you're calling for like. A cat. This makes no sense I'm so sorry. It’s alright XD

But they do blow little raspberries on like the neck and stuff to get a laugh out of each other. Awwww.

:OOO

The night of their wedding. They go to their room it's literally DRENCHED in pillows and blankets and sheets. There's a note from everyone that says "do what you want :p" They build the best pillow fort ever and be cute and cuddle and snuggle. They also try for a baby but that's another story lol

XD I love that tho pillow forts are most certainly their thing. They do it every Friday night and watch a sappy movie too with their favorite beverage.

I LOVE YOU, YES They're watching Frozen and Lav is belting all the songs as Mason awkwardly dances, he sings along as well. Big cuddle time, Lav is probably laying in or on Mason’s lap, or against his side with her arms wrapped around him and his hand stroking her hair. Yes :'') They always sing along during musicals on Friday night’s it’s a rule that must NEVER be broken. Y E S. (Unless they’re in a theater, that’s the only exception tho) Of course uwu

:OOO THEY SING BROADWAY TOGETHER. YES. BROADWAY MUSICALS THAT IS. THEY KNOW THE BE MORE CHILL AND MEAN GIRLS MUSICAL BY HEART. Those also happen to be the only musicals I know all the songs of haha. Mason definitely brushes her hair. Lavender has very voluminous hair and it's long and pretty and so much fun to play and style it. He'll blow dry it and brush it for her 100% And then he'll hold her and sleep with her :') I’m listening to a song in Singin in The Rain and I heard the PERFECT masonder quote that I think fits them really well: *it’s raining pretty hard outside* Lav - “Be careful, it’s raining a little harder than usual tonight.”

Mason - “Really? From where I stand the sun is shining all over the place ~”

And then Mason gives a sweet peck to her lips (it’s not the EXACT quote from the movie bc I altered it so it isn’t as specific and could be applied anywhere, but it still followed what was said)

Awwwwwwwww I love it!!

I don't deserve my own ocs mgsmgysltsltlstlstlslts

XD They’re too good for this world. Exactly. They have so, so SO much love for each other.

😍😍😍😍😍 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Constant masonder mood.

Definitely.

And that's what we came up with XD

#mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls #Lavender grey #Mason adalbert #masonder

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mad-madam-m · 7 years ago

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Cant leave out our other boys from the sleep meme so....Lance/Hunk?

(Not one of my usual ships, but I’ll give it a go! *cracks knuckles*)

Do they cuddle together to sleep or not?

Have you seen these two? Of course they do. All the cuddles. ALL OF THEM. (Lance maintains that Hunk is the best cuddler he’s ever known.)

Who stays up later? Do they read in bed and cuddle or come to bed quietly later?

Lance stays up too late playing video games and one of these days Hunk is going to punt the damn system out the window. Okay, not really, he’s not that violent. But the point stands.

Who falls asleep on the couch/elsewhere by mistake and who pouts because they were left alone in bed?

Hunk does. XD Lance is always grumpy by the time Hunk finally makes it to bed, in those cases.

Separate blankets? (Separate beds?)

Same blanket, same bed. They’re surprisingly good at not stealing blankets while they sleep. (When they’re awake is another story entirely.)

Who wants all the pillows and who shakes their head in disbelief from their very reasonable single pillow?

Lance loves pillows. Loves them. Hunk doesn’t need as many, but hey, they’re comfortable, so he doesn’t complain too much.

Snoring?

Hunk does, but it’s more like very deep breathing than actual snoring. Lance has gotten to the point where he finds it kind of soothing.

Restless sleeper/kicks in their sleep?

Neither of them, really. Lance is restless when he’s falling asleep, but once he’s out, he doesn’t move until it’s time to get up. Hunk zonks out before his head even hits the pillow.

Talks in their sleep?

Lance narrates the adventures of Pike the thief while he’s asleep. Hunk started recording him because Lance didn’t believe him.

Who has worse nightmares?

Neither of them have nightmares often, but it’s usually Lance on the rare occasions it happens.

How do they handle their own/each other’s nightmares?

Hunk’s a pretty sound sleeper, so he doesn’t always wake up unless Lance is really loud, but he’s made sure Lance knows he’s supposed to wake him up if Lance needs to talk or needs to be distracted from his nightmares. Usually talking and cuddles is enough, but there have been a couple of occasions where Hunk’s gone to the kitchen and baked cookies to help Lance calm down.

Do they have trouble sleeping when they’re apart?

Look. Lance has gotten used to cuddles, okay? It’s not his fault. Hunk’s a good cuddler. So yeah, maybe he has a little trouble sleeping whenever Hunk’s not around. But it’s fine! It’s fine. Especially when Hunk gets back and they can take a nap together. Even if it’s 10am.

Who wakes up earlier? Do they wake the other, slip out quietly, or just laze contentedly for a while?

It alternates who wakes up earlier, but they almost never get out of bed until the other person wakes up, and even then, it’ll probably be awhile. They enjoy sleeping. And relaxing in bed. And lazing about. Chances are they’re not getting out of bed until someone has to go to the bathroom or eat.

How do mornings go once they’re awake? (On relaxing days or an average day?)

Once average days, they both hit the snooze button several times trying to get in “just five more minutes.” (It always turns into 30.) Hunk typically gets up first so he can go get breakfast started while Lance gets ready, because Lance’s morning routine is longer than anyone else’s, Hunk is convinced.

By the time Hunk is finished making breakfast and has had his first cup of coffee, Lance is usually out of the shower and they can eat together before Hunk goes to get ready. Because Hunk pretty much always cooks, Lance always cleans up the kitchen. It’s a fair trade as far as Lance is concerned.

(send me a ship and I’ll tell you how they sleep)

#mays-flower #M answers #Voltron: Legendary Defender #Hance #I think is the ship name?#Hunk x Lance #meme me up Scotty #sleepy ship meme

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tsukihotaru · 8 years ago

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Master Sans & Maid Red

So. this is a gift for @zreowolfz, who also requested it XD

It aint the greatest, I haven’t written in a while so this was a short one ^^’

Hope you like it~ <3

Pairing: Kustard

Words: 791

Rating: aint nsfw I can tell you that. thats for my other account lmaoooo maybe soon >u>

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It was a fairly quiet say at the mansion, the Master was away on business so all the workers weren't really doing much. No master means no work. Most of them were either sitting in the kitchen chatting, or just roaming around doing small tasks they come across. Except for one skeleton maid. He was the only one really working, he wanted to make sure everything was perfect for when the Master got back from his business trip.

"Red why don't you take a break? Master doesn't come back for another few hours so we can just relax and talk." A maid passing by asked. He would love to take a break and slack off, but..

"I'll pass. I have too much to do. Not like any of the other assholes will do their job." He said and the maid just let out a small giggle and turns to walk away.

"If you say so, just remember the offer still stands." He watches the maid walk away, and just lets out a small sigh as he goes back to the task at hand. He made his way to the Masters room and goes inside, closing the door behind him.

Red looked around at the mess and grumbles in disappointment. He asked the Master to try and keep the room at least decently clean.. He just shakes his head as he starts to walk around, grabbing the small garbage bin next to the desk, and started throwing in random trash and ketchup bottles that were scattered all around the room. Once that was done, he started picking up clothes all around the room and putting them in the laundry basket.

He slowly picked up a white button up shirt and started at it for a moment. Rubbing his fingers across the soft fabric, he holds it close to his chest. Though it's only been a few days since the Master left, Red couldn't help but feel this emptiness in his soul. Red buried his face into the shirt, smelling the scent of ketchup, but also the musty scent Master would give off.. He missed the Master, but he would never admit it to anyone.

He was so occupied with the shirt, he didn't even hear the door open.

"Well then you're having fun with that shirt aren't you?" Red jumped up at the sudden voice, and spun around to yell at whoever it was. But stopped when he saw who it was.

"M-Master Sans your back!" He said, quickly tossing the shirt to the side and putting his hands behind his back, straightening up. Sans let out a small chuckle, as he walked into the door and closed the door behind him, locking it.

"Yes, I came back a few minutes ago. I was looking for you but turns out you where in here~" Red blushed brightly and looked away. The Master was looking for him.. did that mean Sans missed him... He hears shuffling and looks up, to see Sans standing right in front of him, his face barely an inch away.?

"W-Why would you be looking for me Master Sans...?" He stuttered, mentally his himself for stuttering.

"You know why, Red. And I told you to not call me Master when we are alone..." Sans hand went up and gently caressed Red's cheek. Red couldn't help but lean into the touch.

"Sorry.. Sans.." Sans smiled softly as he cups Red's face.

"Much better." Sans leaned closer, clashing their teeth together in a kiss. Red blushed brightly, before slowly melting into the kiss and closing his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Sans neck, pulling himself closer and deepening the kiss. Sans let out a low chuckle as he picks Red up and flops him down on the bed, climbing onto of him. He kisses him once again, this time his bone hands trailing all alone Reds clothes body. Red squirmed slightly at the touches, but loved every moment.

Sans pulls away from the kiss, and rolled next to Red, wrapping his arms around him and cuddling him close. Red let out a chuckle as he cling to the others chest and looked up at him.

"What no fun tonight?" Red teased, and Sans just buried his face into Red's neck.

"Na.. to damn tired.. maybe another night." He mumbled and kissed Red's neck. Red pet the others skull and rolled his eye lights.

"Yea yea. Get some damn sleep." Sans chuckles and looks up at Red and into his eyes.

"I missed you so much Red..." He reaches to Red face and started to caress his face gently with his thumb. Red's face was probably bright scarlet, as he nuzzled his face into the others chest.

"I missed you too..."

#Kustard #quick one shot #zreowolfz #Master Sans and Maid Red #Underfell Sans #Undertale Sans #Sans #Red #my writing

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stripesquadsideblog · 8 years ago

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Perhaps I should concentrate at work? Well, not gonna happen anyway XD 2,4,5,9,11,28,35,41 if you don't mind.

big post so brace yourself

2. Hate

Tsurushi is not a hateful person by any stretch ofthe word. He likes to put on a tough guy facade, pretend that everything sucksin that stereotypical teenage angsty way. He says he hate many things: peace, foreigners,his class mates, his clan mates and basically anything different from hisfriends narrow world view.

Everything Tsurushi hates is simply for the sake offitting in.

After the field trip arc he patches things up withKagura and stops hanging out with a bad crowd and eventually the little cuddlebug he is comes back out. He’ll never be a flower child with a smile and a hugfor every living thing like some of his clan mates but Tsurushi is generally areally nice person with a kind heart.

Ichirota on the other hand can be a very hatefulyoung man. He is bitter towards his parents for essentially isolating him whenhe was younger (even as an adult now he fails to understand it was for his owngood as he was very ill), he hates the era he lives in and Chojuro for creatingthis world of peace were people like him just don’t fit in and he really hatesoutsiders who preach chojuros peaceful nonsense without understanding what it’sreally like to live in a peaceful kiri.

While he’s not usually outspoken in his hate ofthings, he gets a lot worse after the field trip arc. He’s prone to violentoutbursts and huffing like a child when his views are challenged. His parentssuspect he’s resentful towards shizuma for failing him but they don’t quiteknow how to ask.

4. Fears

Tsurushi as I’ve mentioned is a mess with anobvious anxiety disorder bubbling in the background. It might not be a fullblown illness right now but he’s defiantly going to struggle with it in thefuture.

In terms of actual quantifiable fears Tsurushi isafraid of Shizuma. Not so much after seeing him beaten and broken by boruto andkagura, reduced to a bloody mess on the floor a dejected look on his face as herealises how badly he just fucked up. No after seeing shizuma like that he can’tbring himself to be afraid of him anymore. He’s dangerous, like a caged animalyes but Tsurushi only pities him now.

When Tsurushi was a child he was afraid of caves aswell. There are a lot of caves in and around kiri that fill with water becomingwatery coffins for anyone unlucky enough to be trapped in them. After going tothe academy and learning some basic water survival he’s mostly conquered thisfear but still shudders occasionally on a stormy day during high tide.

Ichirota is afraid of lots of things. Not that youwould ever know that. He keeps his fears hidden behind a veil of confidence.But this mask is paper thin, it wouldn’t exactly take someone like Ibiki morinoto push the wrong buttons or pull the right string and have it all crumblingdown.

Ichirotas biggest fear is actually being trapped:inside a cell or a room or a coffin. The size doesn’t really matter he justneeds to know that he can get out

5. Crying

Ichirota and Tsurushi are both ugly criers. Their facesare red and their noses are running and they sob and hiccup like children.

However where they differ is in the details: Tsurushigoes from 0 to 10 awful fast. He could be ok one second and the next you need alife raft to escape the deluge of tears. However it doesn’t really take much tostop him crying again and get his face back to normal. One well timed joke andhe’ll nose laugh himself happy again.

Ichirota on the other hand is a real slow builder. Ittakes A LOT to make him cry but when he does he just can’t stop. He gets prettymelodramatic about it too, like if HE is crying then the world must be ending. It’spretty difficult to get him to stop and it takes hours for the flush to fadefrom his face and the redness to fade from his eyes.

9. Music

There is always music in kiri so both of them grewup with it. I think they can both play some sort of instrument. Tsurushis momsings and plays the piano and I think he probably did too at some point. He eithergave it up when he became a big tough ninja or gave it up when people found outhe liked to sing and play the ninja equivalent of Mozart because don’t be such a girl Tsurushi. He tries to hide it but if there’s musicplaying he probably knows it and will sing the lyrics under his breath

Ichirota has really grown to hate music. His parentsforced him to play when he was younger. They tried everything to get him interested:different tutors, about 20 different instruments and even bribery. He would getgenuinely interested every now and again because he was too sick to play with the other kids so he might as well. But gradually interest dwindles and he windsup staring at the ceiling again.

11. Best Friend

Tsurushi has a lot of friends, or at least thatwhat he tells himself when the group gets together to try and cause somemischief. But when he’s home alone he realises that none of them would come ifhe called and it makes him pretty depressed. He looks at a photo of kagura andhim when they were academy kids and wonders if he made the right decision tofollow shizuma if it meant being such a jerk.

He tends to just push those thoughts to the sidebecause who needs a best friend when you have as many friends as him?

Ichirota never had friends as a child. He developeda bit of a superiority complex to cope with it. A sort of “I don’t care if you don’t like me, I’m too good to be your friendanyway” thing. He was ill and then so socially maladjusted he didn’t makehis first friend until he was a genin and put into a team. Ichirota was prettystandoffish at first. I mean he was essentially forced to be friends with thesesecond class losers.

But as time wore on, he eventually he came to lovethe people in his team. The worked flawlessly together and he has photos ofthem together everywhere he goes.

But like most things with growing up eventually theteam had to move on. One member left to marry her fiancé. They live in sunanow. The other member was asked to join the hunter squad. Even if Ichirotawanted to talk to her he probably wouldn’t be allowed.

Now as an adult he is loyal to a fault and dare Ieven say a bit clingy. He was willing to die by explosion for shizuma and hisplans. I think it goes a bit beyond best friends with shizuma, almost to an unhealthydegree. There’s a little bit of idolization and hero worship in there thatsomeone emotionally unbalanced as Ichirota could do without

28. Home

Home for Tsurushi is the hachiya family plot. It isquite unlike the rest of kiri. It is lush and full of life and greenery. Hachiyashouse is covered in constantly blooming flowers and wildlife. The inside of hishouse is always the perfect temperature, inviting and present. The wet climateof kiri is perfect for growing things but the cold tends to let them down. As suchthe family land is heated constantly by their fire style users and is now someof the most fertile growing land in all of kiri.

The hachiya family uses this to grow herbs and medicinesfor most of the village. They are among the kindest clans in kiri and have noproblem sharing with anyone who might need it even outsiders. Now you mightthink that kiri Nin would eat such kindness alive but you’d be wrong. Everyone hasa sort of fearful respect for the high ranking Hachiyas because if they everrealise what kind of power they have in being the village healers (and thendecide to withhold it from anyone who’s mean to them) the whole of kiri wouldbe collectively f’d in the A.

Ichirotas house is constantly cold even in themiddle of summer. To the untrained eye it looks inviting and lavish. The oniyuzufamily are mostly non ninja with expensive tastes. They like things they knowand have a fondness for antiques. The clans land is decorated like a feudalvillage. With the clans enormous wealth they have found a way to incorporatethe latest technology in with the old world aesthetic.

Ichirotas house is not his home. When he joined thestripe squad they let him in on their little secret: an abandoned building theyhave turned into their head quarters. Shizuma shows him to his room. It’s easilya 1/8 of the size of the one he’s used to but he loves it 100x more. Because it’shis and he earned it and he can decorated it whatever way he wants. Home for Ichirotais a pokey shoe box room in a crappy old building decorated with lights andphotos and best of all no antiques.

35. Guilt

Tsurushi has massive amounts of guilt about prettymuch everything he’s done in the last few years. Try as he might he just keepsmaking stupid decisions because he’s justso afraid of sticking out .he wants friends and he wants to fit in but atwhat cost?

He acts out of course in different ways trying tocope with it. Yells at people who don’t deserve it for asking questions “why don’tyou hang out with that karatachi boy anymore? He was lovely, such a politeyoung man.” Eventually the guilt keeps him awake at night. By the time thefield trip arc rolls around he’s hardly sleeping at night, frequently nappingduring class and in the afternoon when he should be up and about.

After the field trip incident he decides to make achange. He stops talking to shizumas messenger boys and makes up with kagura. Theguilt doesn’t fade like he wanted it to but he hope with time, things willchange.

Even after being caught and getting in trouble. Evenafter hurting a lot of people and even after he finds out about all shizumasmurders Ichirota refuses to feel oraccept any guilt. He remains stubborn even as his mother is crying in the chairacross the room for him just begging him to admit he was wrong and say he’s sorry.“I didn’t do anything wrong” he says through gritted teeth causing his motherto sob and his father to shake his head in anger. “I didn’t do anything wrong” he repeats it like a mantra as theycart him away in hand cuffs.

By the time he reaches his cell it’s more of aquestion than a statement

41. Memory

So I’m not sure if this refers to a specific memoryor their ability to remember stuff so I’ll just go with if they have a goodmemory or not

Tsurushi has an ok memory. He frequently forgets toput on matching socks, grab his lunch on the way to class and leaves hispartially done homework on his desk but he always knows what day it is, whenpeoples birthdays are and how many bottles of his favourite soda are left inthe fridge.

Ichirota hates forgetting things. Really trulyresents it. He has very few memories from early child hood. He spent so muchtime in hospital back then he tells himself it’s probably not worthremembering. He’s beginning to getting more forgetful lately too which reallyscares him. Both sets of his grandparents had some sort of dementia and hewonders if it’s hereditary or that his illness may have set it off prematurely.He brings his concerns to his parents who tell him he’s probably just stressedor tired. he thinks to himself that he can’t wait to forget about them.

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askthetotallynotsquad · 6 years ago

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soft soft soft boyfs ft. angry Christine

Ava: sure I guess (but we aren’t going to make Christine like super mean Bc we all know she could never be that mean to Jerem)

————

Jeremy: Christine...I had something to um- tell you

Christine: Yes? What is it? *holds Jeremy’s hand uwu xd*

Jeremy: you’re really nice and kind and very pretty but um...im breaking up with you-

Christine: Wh-wHat? Did I do something? I’m terribly sorry-

Jeremy: no! You didn’t do anything wrong- I just- I think- I like guys-

Christine: oh... we can still be friends right? Who do you like can I help hook you up?? *::DD*

Jeremy: yeah of course! And uh...I maybeeeeee like Michael-

Christine: I KNEW IT!! YESSSSS OKAY IM HELPING YOU HOOK UP WETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT

Jeremy: IM GOING TO GET SO EMBARRASSED!

Christine: That’s part of the plan!!!

Jeremy: wow thanks! I was never prepared to tell mic- *turns around* OH HEYYYYY MICHAELLL

Michael: hi! do you wanna like- come over after school or-

Christine: MICHAEL JEREMY LIKES YOU

Jeremy: UH- CHRISTINE! WHAT THE HELL

Michael: *dndkdkkks red lad oops*

Christine: nOW KISS!! *speeds away*

Jeremy: uh- she’s obviously joking-

Michael: o-oh... *:(*

Jeremy: why? Do you like me?! Because if you do that’s totally fine-

Michael: I’ve liked you since second grade. *:/*

Jeremy: *kisses the michael* I am so sorry- I’m kinda dumb-

Michael: oh shush *djdjskmskaks v v v v v long kiss uwu*

Jeremy: I-I-o-oh..wha- *v stuttery (idk) boye*

Michael: so jeremy- wanna go out for lunch? just the two of us?

Jeremy: u-uh sure!

Michael: *kisses jerem’s cheek uwu* rad.

Jeremy: I am definitely dreaming

Michael: *giggle uwu* are you sure?

Jeremy: if Michael mell just kissed me then yes

Michael: I’m the one dreaming man. This has been my dream since second grade

Jeremy: to be with me?! Oh my god- *big blush man*

Michael: *teehee bigger blush man* I’m such an idiot

Jeremy: don’t say that! *hugs the michael*

Michael: awww you’re so small- *hug uwu*

Jeremy: shush

Michael: how can I shush when the most adorable person in the entire world is hugging me???

Jeremy: you’re making me look like that one dude from veggie tales!

Michael: *teehee giggle* bob the tomato?

Jeremy: yeah that one! And I’m gonna say something that will sound very weird but I’m a weird person so uh- you look like a really nice person to cuddle with-

Michael: aw you’re so precious- *picks up the jerem firnrjr* we’re going to my house so I can cuddle you for the rest of the day

Jeremy: definitely dreaming- and if I’m not- this is just the best day ever

Michael: *skrt skrt drives home* *brings the jerem to his room didndkd* I can finally- I LOVE YOU JEREMY HEERE

Jeremy: I LOVE YOU TOO MICHAEL MELL *v v excited boye*

Michael: *uwuwuwuwuuwwu cuddle uwu* you’re warm

Jeremy: this is the best feeling ever-

Michael: aw really?

Jeremy: hell yeah

Michael: I’m so tireddd and cOLD *kiss uwuwuwuwu*

Jeremy: *big blush man* *cuddles the michael uwu*

Michael: I love you... *falls asleep on the jerem uwu*

Jeremy: love you too *v happy boye*

Later: hello

Snowstorm: hi (ITS SNOWING BC I LIKE CHRISTMAS OKAY?! OKAY-Ava)

Dan: (It should probably be said it isn’t June in this story)

Michael: hhh *clings onto the jerem while he’s asleep*

Thunder: hello y’all

Jeremy: *sleep*

Michael: *a wakens* jeremyyyyyyyyy *:((*

Jeremy: *awakens, also v v v tired* yeah?

Michael: coldddd *shoves his face into jerem’s shirt*

Jeremy: awe!! *puts the blanket over him*

Michael: *hugs the jerem* it’s freezing *:(*

Jeremy: it’s okay Micha! It’s just snowing- *gasp* ITS SNOWING

Michael: ughhhh *rolls off of jerem and hides in his blanket siemdndkdd*

Jeremy: I’m sorry- being with me is very complicated..

Michael: no- I love you so so so much- but it’s FREEZING

Jeremy: *hugs the michael* love you too

Michael: I’m screaming you’re so perfect

Jeremy: *giggly boye*

Michael: *b o o p*

Jeremy: *gasp*

Michael: *pokes the jerem’s cheek* squish

Jeremy: *falls back asleep*

Michael: *s l e e p*

Later: teeehee

Jeremy: *is wearing Michael’s hoodie bc he can*

Michael: jEREMY CAN WE WATCH CORALINE

Jeremy: SURE

Michael: IM GONNA MAKE FUN OF YOU IF YOU GET SCARED *puts on coraline teehee*

Jeremy: wow thanks

Michael: *kiss uwu* no problem

Later: TEEHEE

Jeremy: MICHAEL DONT GET ANY IDEAS OF USING BUTTONS FOR MY EYES

Michael: jeremyyyyy I’m going to sew buttons to your eyes while you’re asleep *teehee*

Jeremy: I swear to god I will leave

Michael: you’ll feel baddddd

Jeremy: oh shush

Michael: *v long kiss uwu*

Jeremy: I never knew you would do that-

Michael: well I just did baby boy *uwu*

Jeremy: this escalated quickly-

Michael: wanna play Santa run three

Jeremy: I swear to god you’re probably high again but sure

Michael: I swear to god I’m going to win teehee *casually goes onto coolmathgames*

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tweakerwolf · 8 years ago

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Vincent Endings 6 + 12

two more easy ones to get, some copy/pasted elements from previous Vincent guides since I’m exhausted but I really want to post an ending XD This is one where you need to get Vincent to like you, so you can survive the fight with Farz so it’s mostly “safe”/good answers!

Bar:

Head to Route 66, and when you bump into Farz and he gets upset, tell him “Whatever” just to ruffle his feathers a bit before Vincent comes over. Like before, say “Thank you” (purple heart) and listen to his dirty flirt-talk (is it really flirting or just him being… Vincent? XD) before you -introduce yourself- and again asking “What does that mean?”(blue heart) when he says he isn’t nice. Despite being shy, call out “WAIT!” when he turns to walk away; he isn’t happy at first but then guesses that you want to leave with him and grins. He whisks you away to his place to have some rough sex (although he assures you he won’t snap your neck). But then he pulls out a knife… tell him to “Be careful” (jumps to green heart) since, those are pants that you spent money on, like hello! He chuckles and says he’ll buy you more and you two continue to go at it. Eventually you fall asleep and wake up in the morning; you continue to flirt a bit before you leave (he lets you wear his clothes!!! –heart eyes- and basically promises a second meeting) but then… it all goes to shit because you end up opening the wrong door and out falls a bloody skull (not super gory at all, all bone just tinged with red, no muscle or ‘meat’ hanging off it, nor actual dripping blood). Now that you’ve seen it… you can’t unsee it! So Vincent knocks you out and takes you to the bunker, because that’s about the reaction you can expect from a murderer (of sorts).

Bunker:

The screen is black and you’re immediately woken up by a kick from Vincent. He’s standing there shirtless and with a knife so you know how this is going to go already. You’re handcuffed to a radiator in a bunker and the man has a knife... He tells you that he’s got anger issues (rage meter is revealed, approx 1/5 full). He presses the knife into your neck, hard enough to cut into your skin. He wants your help solving his anger issues! Say “What do you want to do to me?” because that’s the safe answer (yellow heart) and we need to do everything to get him to like us. He says ‘nothing much’ and just that he’ll need your help soon. Then he grabs a bigger knife and starts to play with your foot. -let the timer run out- so his rage stays low and your health stay high then -beg- when given the option. Now you’ve got two cuts on your feet but at least he isn’t unhappy with you (heart is already up to orange for me, I am named Farz remember)! When the time comes -agree- to pee since he loves that (again, squick warning here!) You’re embarrassed and you don’t want him to watch but he absolutely insists, even going as far as removing your pants/underwear (dark orange heart)!!! He gets up close and personal as you start to go, eventually getting too excited for his own good. (warning, rape scene) He unzips his pants and forces himself inside of you despite you yelling out for him to stop. He doesn’t care that it hurts, in fact, he wants it to hurt because he likes when you cry (what a gentleman…). You grit your teeth until he finishes and surprisingly he offers to clean up the mess (pink heart), quickly mopping up the floor and then throwing a blanket over you. Then he leaves you alone to get some sleep…. at least you have a blanket…

Some time later you wake up, and despite the pain and injuries, you know you need to risk a peek around the bunker. -pull handcuffs- and take the risk; -pull three times- and escape! Head over to the table and grab a towel for your wrist, then -click the table- to check out what’s on it. -grab the key- -grab the jerky- (does increase rage meter but it should be okay) and -click on the picture- so that way you can get back over to the radiator without hurting yourself and you have some health with the locker code saved for later. You don’t really need lower sanity so ignore the teeth, -click the back button- and then -go to sleep- you’ll need rest for tomorrow! You head over to the radiator and use the key to get back into the handcuffs pain-free, then hide the key under the radiator. You manage to get some sleep before Vincent comes back in. When he does come in, he instantly sees your injured wrist and demands an explanation- did you seriously get out of the cuffs and go exploring after everything that happened yesterday?! Nice! (rage increases though). He grabs a bottle of something and pours it over the wound, making you cry out in pain. You pull your arm away and he asks for it back. Ask him “What is that!?” because is he sure that’s a proper antiseptic?! He takes a few gulps and tells you that it’s Everclear. No wonder it burned so badly… Vincent wants you to loosen up, don’t you want some? No… not really. But that doesn’t matter. He forces you to drink some and before you can spit it out, he covers your mouth and tells you to swallow it. A wave of dizziness hits you and you fall to the floor, vomiting a moment later. Vincent frowns, he didn’t give you the alcohol just so you’d waste it! He presses your head onto the floor with his boot, ordering you to lick it up. (Squick warning until the end of the paragraph!!) Because he isn’t a man you want to mess with, -do it-, you have no idea what will happen if you refuse. You gently lick at the floor, trying not to think about what you’re doing. Vincent kneels down (red heart) and beckons you over; you crawl to him and he licks the rest of the vomit off of your lips. You grab onto him and kiss him, his tongue pushing into your mouth. He’s hungry for more, asking if you want to fuck. This time you’re up for it, you nod your head. Vincent lays you back and undoes his pants, not giving a crap about the vomit on the floor. He easily pushes into you since you aren’t resisting. He continues to thrust inside of you, biting your neck; you know that you shouldn’t be doing this but you aren’t going to stop.

It isn’t long before he’s coming inside you, then he gets up and starts pacing. You can tell he’s frustrated by something… you whimper and he looks at you, asking what your problem is. You return the question and he admits that he’s feeling pissed off and is trying to calm down. He doesn’t want to just rip you to pieces- you know he could do it. Don’t let that phase you though, -open your legs- as an invitation. Vincent is surprised, wanting to know just what you’re doing. Tell him that he can take his aggression out on you if he really needs to, it’s alright. He comes over and pushes you onto the floor, straddling you. You’re nervous but you assure him you can take it, even kisses his fist as he holds it out. He takes your word for it, punching you right in the face! Blood comes out of your nose but you know that he didn’t hit you full force, how nice of him. Next he gut-punches you and you gasp in pain. He can feel your legs shaking and guesses that you actually like it. You nod and you look at his crotch, seeing that he’s hard again. You ask if you can take care of it for him. Instead of answering, he reaches out and starts to choke you, curious as to why you think you can handle it. You want to try though! Not that he has any reason to trust you but he lets you! You don’t waste any time, undoing his pants and taking his cock in your mouth. He gets harder as you suck on him; he pushes his head down further, asking if that’s all you got (moon heart). You let him take control, moving you head as he sees fit. You choke and gag a bit but do your best to keep up a good rhythm while he forces your head down. It isn’t long before you feel something warm in your throat. He even cuddles you for a moment afterwards!

A loud banging interrupts the moment and Vincent frowns at the noise. He opens the door and there is the shorty from the bar! Vincent asks what he wants and Farz admits that he wants to fight you. He’s pretty sure that he can beat you and Vincent eventually relents, if Farz wants to, whatever… He hands you a knife. -Take the knife- because Farz obviously isn’t going to back down and you don’t want to face him completely defenseless. -Defend yourself- because after all the shit you’ve been through with Vincent, you aren’t going to let this other guy kill you! Farz jumps into the fight but you do have the knife and you cut him despite him headbutting you. You stab him in the side and yank on the blade... Farz collapses on top of you. Vincent is shocked and a little tore up about it... he picks up the body and just leaves. You fall asleep trying to not think about what you just did.

You come to some time later, still alone. But you have the key so you’re going to explore again! -Look at the weapons locker- and enter in the number 8590 to open the door- what can we find?! Ooooh a shotgun! You’re kinda unsure about it since... shotguns do A LOT of damage, that’s the whole point of them during close-range encounters, could you really? You hear the heavy door start to open and you don’t have time to think about it, you shut the locker and hurry back to your spot on the floor. Vincent steps closer and you focus on the gun behind your back.

Ending 6:

Maybe you can get away with just scaring him into letting you go. -Threaten him- to get your way! When you aim at him, he tells you to wait a second (well he yells) and to drop it. Surprisingly you do, lowering it enough that he feels safe enough to grab at the barrel. He says that you must be a fucking idiot, why would he keep a shotgun filled with something that could kill him in his bunker where his victims stay?! He pulls the weapon from your hands and jabs you in the chest with it. You stumble backwards, coughing, before he shoots you in the leg. You scream and fall to the ground- apparently the shells are filled with bird shot and he uses it for teaching people lessons. He steps on your wounded leg, boot grinding into your torn flesh. When you whimper, he tells you to open your mouth. You start to apologize but he isn’t having it, just yelling at you to open your mouth. You do as he says and he shoves the barrel into your mouth, ordering you to suck on it as he thrusts it in and out. You gag as he pushes it further down your throat but you try to do your best. He presses down on your leg again and shoves the gun into your throat; the taste of the gunpowder, the pain... you throw up into the gun while Vincent just laughs. If that’s all you got then you’re pathetic. He pulls the trigger, tearing open the back of your throat. Before you die, Vincent comments about how he was starting to like you... Died- You gave up your gun.

Ending 12:

Decide to go through with it, -shoot Vincent-, aiming the gun at him as you stand. His eye widens and he tries to talk you down but you’ve braced yourself for the outcome and there is no going back now! Cut him off mid-sentence by pulling the trigger; since he’s so close and you have a shotgun, you get him right in the chest. Vincent is knocked to the ground but it’s not over yet. Everyone knows that’s it’s good policy to ensure death, haven’t the movies taught you that?! You step closer, preparing to shoot him in the head but Vincent reacts quickly, snatching the gun away before you can shot again... shit. He smashes the butt of the gun into your face as he snarls about how he was trying to tell you... He pulls the small lead balls out of his chest, standing over you. Suddenly he stomps down on your leg, just full of rage now, and you feel (and hear) your bone snap. Birdshot can’t kill him, he’s not human! Oh... ooooooooh.... fuck. He points the shotgun and blasts a shot at your unborken leg. You scream in pain and he puts his boot in your mouth, commenting about how it’s good for target practice (and torture). Then he stomps down on your jaw, cracking it, then your throat. Died- You couldn’t kill him.

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