#my sneezes are so high pitched and like…. bunny like

[clowningcrows]

googles how to sneeze like a middle aged father

[intimidating-fettuccine]

I absolutely live for lighthearted fluff, so I just gotta ask- do you think there are any funny/cute habits/things the creeps have? (obvi u don’t have to do all of them, maybe just some that jump out at you) Like grabbing onto people when they’re scared, having a funny/infectious giggle (or one of those ridiculous laughs that makes other people laugh), having a high pitched girly scream, etc?

I feel like the last one def applies to Jeff because it’s like he’s got the hottest, most charming voice you’ll ever hear and then as soon as he screams he breaks the goddamn sound barrier😭😭

One lighthearted thing for every creep because I want soft hours:

Jeff: He WOULD have a high-pitched scream, but as for my own little habit headcanon for him, I think he runs in place when bored and standing. If he's waiting in line, he just starts quickly jogging in place to keep himself occupied, and it's very funny to just see him waiting in line to check out with his groceries and he's just standing there running in place with an intense look on his face.

BEN: Hacks into everyone's phones to see what items they're liking/saving to buy for themselves and he gets them those items for Christmas and birthdays.

EJ: Narrows his eyes, pins his ears back, and swishes his tail back and forth angrily whenever he's pouting or mildly annoyed. He looks exactly like an annoyed cat and it's the cutest thing. He even crosses his arms when he does it to look intimidating and it does the opposite.

LJ: Jack rarely does his actual laugh due to his depression/general facade, BUT, when you get him to fully let loose and laugh he has the most infectious, amazing laugh you'll ever hear. Eyes closed, grabbing his stomach, tears rolling down his face, and so happy and adorable.

Toby: Does a little dance every time he eats ice cream. He'll shimmy his body back and forth when he takes his first bite, close his eyes, and smile real big, humming to himself in happiness.

Tim: He's gotten into the habit of drumming on the counter with his fingers when he's cooking and waiting for things to cook. He'll thump his index fingers on the counter and bop his head along with whatever beat he's following.

Brian: Gives people bunny ears in every picture. If he's taking a photo with someone (unless Slender tells him not to for family photos) Brian will put his two fingers behind someone's head in every picture, no matter who he's taking a photo with.

Slender: Thinks aloud to himself. Normally it's not a problem because he just speaks to people through their minds, so when he's alone nobody notices. However, sometimes you'll walk past him and he's just standing there or sitting there having a full conversation or tangent to himself. It's very entertaining, and he doesn't realize he's doing it.

Liu: Whenever he gets really stressed the first thing he does is find Jeff and give him a big hug. Liu might be the older brother, but when they were little Liu would always cling to Jeff when he got stressed or anxious, and that has carried into adulthood.

Jane: Dances whenever she hears music. It's purely subconscious, but if music is playing around her, she'll do a little dance where she bounces back and forth on her feet and sways her hips, and sometimes she doesn't even notice she's doing it.

Natalie: Taps people she likes randomly. She does it to show affection, but if she's just ever hanging out with someone she likes she'll subconsciously reach out and softly, quickly tap them a bunch of times to say "I love you and I'm glad you're here."

Helen: Has the cutest sneezes. He tries SO HARD not to sneeze around people because he has really cute high-pitched sneezes, like the really adorable and cute kind. He hates it so fucking much but he's always been that way so he just tries to hide it.

Smiley: Sighs in a really funny manner. It comes out very dramatic and over the top, but his natural sigh is very high-pitched and pouty sounding, so people often teach him for his dramatics, but that's just how he sighs.

Sally: Has gotten into the habit of collecting metal pop bottle caps, so the creeps will always give her theirs for her collection. She has a special box that she keeps them in, and she always gets excited when she gets a new cap.

Offender: Cannot dab or floss correctly. He often tries to tease the younger human creeps by trying to dab or floss but no matter how many times they try to teach him how to do it, he just can't do it correctly. They always call him Dad or Grandpa when he does that to make fun of him for being old and unable to do it right.

Trender: Since tailoring is his full-time job, he has a lot of pins he often has to use, and he's gotten into the habit of collecting a bunch of different types of pin cushions. His current favorite is one that looks like a hedgehog.

Splendor: Paints new Christmas ornaments every year with him and his siblings on them to hang on his tree each year, and he makes an extra for every sibling too.

Jason: To try and improve on his trauma involving children and continue his tailoring work, he sometimes makes and donates clothing to various orphanages in the Underworld and delivers it to them himself.

Puppeteer: Jumps rope with his strings. When he's bored and by himself if he has some energy he wants to burn off he'll use his strings to jump rope with. Nobody has caught him doing this and he thinks it's a bit embarrassing, so he's never told anyone.

Zalgo: Stretches when he's getting tired. He often has to work through exhaustion a lot, so when he gets sleepy he'll do some stretches to get his blood flowing and let his muscles get stretched out so he's not tense and sitting in the same position all day.

Candy: Hums to himself a lot. Whenever he's bored or spaced out he'll hum or sing to himself to occupy his mind. If he's around his partner or one of his friends, he might even pull them in for a little dance while he hums and sings, all with a big peaceful smile on his face.

Hobo: When he gets started he poofs his wings up really big like a bird and he jumps a bit into the air, eyes wide and arms clutched to himself. It's very adorable, but make sure he's not near any valuable items or he might accidentally whack them with his wings.

Nina: Has a habit of checking in on Zalgo. She's the only official creep I've got working under him, and she worries over how much he overworks himself. Whenever she has a second of free time she's always poking into his office to make sure he's not overworking himself, and she often brings him snacks or drinks to make sure he's eating and drinking stuff since he often works around the clock.

Kate: Falls asleep in the weirdest places. She's got some sleeping problems, and she will fall asleep anywhere. The dining table, curled up in an odd position in a chair, sprawled across the couch, on the floor. She'll just plop down somewhere and she's out within minutes.

[fduplegacy]

DRAFT I DONT WANT TO LOSE ABOUT THEM MEETING

Adam's POV maybe rewrite this as a hunting trip? a bunny and a crow outside his cabin window or… as an interview with a hobo about what he saw the night leah died

I see them through the window. There’s two girls. One who could’ve passed as a gyaru in another country, with her spiky space buns, bright purple lipstick, pleaded mini skirt and cream puffy jacket, and the other who seemed to be of no remark.

Her clothes hid her well with the night. black jeans and jacket do that. Her hair is a curly mess, also very dark. Could be the light though, the yellowed streetlight gives me the impression that she could be a redhead.

The gyaru snatched something from the other girl’s hand right as it came out of her pocket. A pill bottle? judging by how quickly she downed the contents, I’d guess so. No money passed hands. So it couldn’t be a drug deal.

They’re talking. I can’t hear what about. The gyaru seems to be annoying the other girl. I stand back. The gyaru just pointed in my vague direction, and it could’ve been the light, or my imagination, but I swore the girl in black saw me. If just for a second. Her eyes lingered where I stood, before slowly looking back at the gyaru. She shook her head slolwy, muttering something i couldn’t decipher.

The other girl pleaded with her hands, bending her knees like a child begging for candy at the store. The girl in black sighed deeply, I could hear the annoyance even though a hypothenuse distance of 10 yards, and a wall separated us. To be fair, the gyaru did seem to be incredibly annoying. I sympathized with the girl in black.

Finally, the girls make their way towards the entrance a floor below me. I feel my smile pressed against the thick fabric of my mask. I was about to start hunting on the high hobos here, but a prey I could chase would scratch my itch a thousand times better. The knife in my hand twists as I get a better grip on it. I make my way away from the window, thrilled about the upcoming the chase.

I crouched down to hear their conversation as I walked towards the stairs. I wouldn’t meet them on the first floor, where they had the best odds at escape. No, I’ll make them come to me, I just need to make noise in the right moments.

I heard a loud thud, and then an embarrassed giggle followed by a half-assed apology. A complaint about the most certain presence of rats. A denial of rats being amongst us. One walked by my side as this was said. I looked impassively at the vermin. Too small to be a good prey. 

The voice of reason insisted, explaining that rats carry diseases and with the state of the other’s clothing, it was too big a risk to take. The reply as a high-pitched reassurance that was anything but believable. This voice also claimed to own the place and to have had it seen by a professional exterminator, a remodeling was soon to come, so to not fret. The silence spoke by itself.

By the way they sounded, I guessed that the reasonable voice belonged to the girl in black. I liked her voice. Straightforward, reasonable, deep but distinctly… attractive. She sniffled every now and then. I couldn’t blame her. I hadn’t been wearing my mask upon arriving, the dust was unbearable. So was the humidity. I knew the air in the first floor to be stale and musty. I sympathized with her.

Then it happened. She sneezed. It was quite the strange way to do so as well. A silent intake of breath, followed by the almost imperceptible chhst. Like a kitten. I had heard this before. It was a weird, irreplicable sound. She sneezed again. Now I was almost completely certain of who she was. But I had to make sure.

I stood up and walked into a room. Any room. I made sure to make as much noise as I could.

I heard them go quiet. Then, the distinct tone of the gyaru mumbling something high-pitched about no one messing with her property, then marching steps towards the stairs. Strangely, I didn’t hear any other steps besides those. Maybe the girl in black was even more sensible than I thought and actually left for her own safety. 

I saw the gyaru pass me by, I wasn’t even fully hidden and she could’ve easily seen me had she been paying attention. But she didn’t. They never did. Easy prey is easy because they don’t pay attention. Their surroundings are a mystery to them. They don’t even know where to run when needed. It was satisfying to see their fear, but the chase was always meh.

I wanted a challenge. A real one.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the girl in black coming up the stairs until I saw her. No... I couldn’t hear her steps at all. She was so quiet. She took in her surroundings, eyes narrowed and nose wrapped with her scarf -a guard against the dust?- 

My head tilted. Her build was as familiar as I expected, but I needed to be sure. The more I looked, the more she started to click in my head. Despite the jacket, I could still see her vague shape, and it was as I had hoped.

The nail in the coffin though, was the bandage wrapped around her right hand. One that was undoubtedly familiar to me. How could it not be? My blogger had made a post earlier that week about an incident with hot caramel splashing on her hand. It had prompted me to send a new, better pot for her to use instead of the wretched thing that hurt her... it was yet to arrive, but I had sent it nonetheless.

I slid deeper into my hiding spot, pulling my phone out and going to the blog. I looked at the most recent post from my favorite cooking page. A picture of a drink in a skull shaped glass. I had already seen this as i arrived into town. I had liked and commented already. But I needed to experiment.

_A_9_S_7: Didn’t peg you as an urban explorer

I turned to see her. Right on cue. She stopped… and pulled her phone from her pocket. My heart soared, i took in a sharp breath and observed as her screen illuminated her face. Long lashes, arched brows that sat close to her eyes as her eyes scanned my comment. She blinked in surprise, but instead of commenting back, she locked her screen. I panicked. I wanted to play. And she wasn’t following along.

_A_9_S_7: Does your hand still hurt?

Again, nothing. I was starting to get angry at her.

_A_9_S_7: Don’t ignore me.

Her brow furrowed as she read my new comment. She looked up for a second to try and find me. No dice. I was peeking through a peephole. She couldn’t see me, but I could see her just fine. She responded.

ODDS.HOBBY: ???

I smiled. I felt my phone vibrate as the reply arrived to me.

_A_9_S_7: Did you like the gift I sent you earlier?

I was talking about a card. I had doxxed her blog and email a while ago. I never did anything about it other than just snoop around until about two weeks ago, when I checked in like usual and found a chain of correspondence between her and a funeral home, pertaining the final rites of her mother. Old bitch had finally kicked the bucket. I had sent her a “condolences” card then. The card did say sorry for your loss in the front, but upon being opened, it would pop a balloon full of glitter and confetti, and the song the witch is dead from The Wizard of OZ would start playing. I got notified of its arrival at her house a day prior. I could tell by her eye roll that she knew what I was talking about.

ODDS.HOBBY: It was funny.

I let her wait for a response for a long moment. Mainly because the other girl was in the room next door, and my door was open. She would definitely see me standing there if I wasn’t careful. To my surprise, she just walked deeper into the room she was in, almost tripping on the bathtub there. 

_A_9_S_7: Your friend doesn’t seem to care much about being here despite inviting you… are you sure you’re hanging around the right crowd?

She sighed quietly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she brought out her free hand to text me. ME. my favorite was paying ME attention. No one else.

ODDS.HOBBY: She doesn’t care about you being here either.

_A_9_S_7: she should

_A_9_S_7: as should you

ODDS.HOBBY: why should I?

_A_9_S_7: I might try something

ODDS.HOBBY: Really?

ODDS.HOBBY: Like what?

I stood still for a moment, wondering if I really was ready to meet her face to face. She sighed in annoyance as she looked around and found nothing.

I gave her too much credit, I was so close to her yet she didn't see me. I took long, quiet strides towards her as she turned back to the stairs. I stepped on something that creaked. She didn't stop, but I could see how she tensed up. It made my heart skip as I was right behind her... just a stretch of my arm and...

I was touching her. She was real. No longer inside my phone but REAL, and right in front of me. I hooked my finger on the loop of her jeans and spun her around to meet my face-er, chest. By god she was short. Or rather, I am tall.

Her head tilted as she realized she was looking at my clavicle, then she looked up to meet my eyes, thankfully uncovered by my mask so I could take a proper look at her.

I felt dizzy looking straight at her. Her eyes were so deep and big. I couldn't even focus on deciding what color they were from how absorbed I was. My hand left her jeans and went up to pull down her scarf. I wanted to see her full face. I needed to.

I used the tip of my hunting knife to force the thin fabric down, pressing it measuredly against her neck to hold it there. Her cheeks were red from the cold, not too full, yet not hollow. She was young, perhaps my age? Younger, maybe, but not that much. Her lips reminded me of a bow from a statue I had seen on a senior trip to Rome. Actually, her whole face reminded me of a statue. Something out of Bernini's chisels.

What surprised me the most though, was that despite clearly feeling the tip of the blade on her neck, and staring up at me... a stranger whose face is hidden and probably eyes wildly staring back at her... not to mention my left hand had at some point pulled her closer by the waist... not even her breathing had been disturbed.

She was staring back at me with the calmest face I had ever seen on a prey. No fear, no surprise... nothing. A blank expression that if anything, was examining me curiously with those eyes. I could see them carefully shifting around whatever features my mask didn't conceal.

It could've been my imagination... was she getting closer to me? The floor creaked under her as her weight tipped from her heels to the balls of her feet. Her brow furrowed as she looked at me and I could feel the coldness of her hand trailing -without touching- up my chest.

A loud noise broke our moment. Behind me, a couple of doors down.

I looked back instinctively, drawing the knife away from my favorite and towards the sound. Expletives echoed down the hall towards us. High-pitched and annoying. A squeak from a rat and scurrying noises.

My favorite sighed through her nose, clearly annoyed and I felt her hand forming a fist on my chest before punching me with the side of it, pushing me away from her.

By the time I had turned to see her again, she was gone.

No noise. No indication as to where she walked away to.

I smiled and laughed silently at this. I didn't even perceive her leaving. Her body's warmth still wasn't chased away from me.

This was my good chase. She was the perfect pray. A predator going after a hunter . This was gonna be fun.

But before that... I had an annoying gyaru to get rid of. Then our chase would begin.

[heyitsyn]

RANDOM SEIJOH HCs ACCORDING TO GIGI

a/n: this is a thing i cooked up between doing trig exam and ap gov review akdsjfldskfj

IM PRETTY SURE I ALREADY USED THIS GIF BUT IM WANTING TO RE-DO MY ENTIRE PAGE AND MAKING BANNERS SO THIS IS A TEMPORARY THING AJDJDJJD ALSO I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO THE KEEP READING THING ON THE APP BYE

oikawa def listens to indie music just bc he wants to feel unique and the 'iM diFfErENt fRoM oTHeR gUrLs' vibes

i FIRMLY BELIEVE IWAIZUMI HAJIME IS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO CHOMPS ON HIS ICE CREAM BC HE LIKES TO FEEL THE COLD ON HIS TEETH AKSJSKSKSK

meanwhile kunimi eats a kitkat like its pizza just CHOMP

makki caNNOT sleep without a pillow between his thighs LIKE LISTEN he has 2 sisters and they all told him its so comfortable and at first he was like,, ??,, then he tried and now cant sleep without it

bUT MATTSUN LIKES TO SLEEP WITH PILLOWS SURROUNDING HIM bc it makes him feel safe and like there are two body pillows on either side of him and hes kinda trapped in the middle aksjskdk

when kyo was younger, he was really short and although he had other pants, he loved this one pair but they were really long on him and he wore it all the time and the part of the pants that touched the ground is torn in shreds

kindaichi steps on the sofa before sitting LIKE puts one foot on the cushion then the other until hes literally standing on the couch before folding to sit with his knees up to his chest (i do this)

watari sniffs his food before eating it no matter if its something he eats all the time or something new, he still sniffs it either way

yahaba is really particular with his feet and he likes to get a really big tupperware (duh one only meant for his feet) and fill it up with warm almost boiling water and he just soaks them

oikawa has sleep paralysis and he oftens hallucinates about aliens in the corner of his room

kunimi does this thing where he makes weird noises with his mouth like sounds of his mouth opening LIKE when youre tastinf something new and you do that sound with your tongue (I DUNNO HOW TO DESCRIBE IT AJDKSKKD)

makki bends his knees just to crack his ankles

iwa sneezes a ton but he has those sneezes where theyre quiet that you dont even notice or really loudly that it just echoes throughout the gym

kyo sleeps with one sock on bc his feet gets cold easily but both socks make him feel really hot so only one sock is perfect

for a tall and hunk of a guy, mattsun is a very light walker like his footsteps are very light and if he wants to, it can be practically silent

watari actually hates vegetables ajssksksk he particularly hates zucchini, eggplants, any vegetables that are that shape

kindaichi likes to stick or lean against walls because to him, they feel cold and can decrease his body heat

oikawa stands and places his feet at V position like \/ instead of ll because his sister did ballet and he was taught that was the right way of standing and it was considered graceful

yahaba has a fear of cactuses

mattsun does so badly in the heat because his body temp runs so high and the hot surroundings make him feel so uncomfortable and so he takes a lot of cold showers

iwa cannot swim like he freaks out immediately when his toetips can no longer feel the bottom and he panics with thoughts of drowning

watari has really small feet that he still buys big kids shoes to save money

kyotani considered playing baseball because he thought baseball bats were cool but he got angry and threw tantrum after missing his first pitch

iwa chomps on a whole raw chili while eating ramen akskksks

oikawa actually hates sweets bc when he was younger, he had cavities and iwa showed him a cartoon of cavities eating his teeth and will make him toothless

kindaichi really really likes hugs but hes too awkward to ask them even from his parents

yahaba chomps on mints so he goes through boxes of them in a week

i feel like theres a boy in the team who doesnt brush their teeth everyday and rubs a towel on their teeth to make it look clean and take mints to hide their bad breath

iwaizumi is actually iron deficient so he bruises super super fast and he even developed iron defiency anemia when he was younger bc his parents didnt catch on which caused him to be put on strong medication for months and still takes it now

WAIT,, OIKAWA IS LACTOSE INTOLERANT BUT HE LIKES MILK SO HE EATS MILK BREAD TO MAKE HIM FEEL NOT SO BAD OR GUILTY OF CONSUMING STRAIGHT DAIRY

seijoh four bonding time is watching gordom ramsey shows and yelling and screaming 'YEA! EXACTLY!' as if theyre also cooking genuises

watari used to eat grapes all the time until his mom got worried and told him if he doesnt stop, he will eventually turn into one. he only eats it every few weeks

when he was younger, kunimi cried because he had befriended a chicken on a trip to a farm and his mom took him to eat fried chicken after and he thought it was Chicky (his chicken friend :"))

kyotani used to stick out his tongue when it was raining so he could taste the raindrops. they taste better than bottled water

one time, during a seijoh sleepover, they dared oikawa to wear his sisters old uniform, skirt and all, and it backfired so everyone turned red and couldnt look at him in the face

their pregame ritual is touching each other's shoe tips

they tried doing yoga at yahaba's house before by watching yoga youtube videos but everyone ended up having to go to the chiropractor after (how did makki even turn into the human pretzel?)

the local gym gets so scared when they see the team coming through the doors bc these men are so LOUD like they HYPE EACH OTHER UP SO MUCH THEYRE SO ANNOYING AKSKSKDK

also never take them to an all you can eat sushi place. if you do, bring them earlier of the day like 30 mins after opening time so the cooks can cook enough for them without running out of ingredients (even then sometimes they still run out)

oikawa used to eat his mom's roses from her garden because he thought it would make his farts smell good like roses

takahiro is a surprisingly good artist like he draws really cool action fighting scenes in the corner of his papers and stuff

in my work: it's canon that iwa is half filo and his nanay used to dress him up in a barong all the time during halloween bc she wanted him to showcase his heritage

yahaba drinks a lot of milk because he hopes to one day grow strong and bulky like the 3rd years instead of being seen as a pretty boy

kindaichi's mom is a hairstylist and she always scolds him for using a lot of gel bc she's always the one who washes his hair

makki never learned how to do taxes and hes had the government knocking on his door a handful of times (BOKUTO AKKDJSKKS)

kyo has a dog: a chiweenie

there's someone on the team who wears those socks with individual pockets for toes

their pinterest is so different from what they look like for example, mattsun has a board of different flower decorations and arrangements

kunimi throws up during intense horror movies

watari's celeb crush is emma watson

the team alternates from different music genres like from ateez and bts to mxmtoon and beach bunny

they still dont know how to pronounce camila cabello's name

theyre all active in social media but only oikawa is on it 24/7 and in all platforms while the others have insta and snap

mattsun has twins as little siblings and he used to get them mixed up all the time that he used to draw a sharpie dot on the girl's forehead to determine she was his sister

watari hates sitting on the floor bc his butt bone hurts really easily so he can only sit on cushions for long periods of time

the team was supposed to have a party but everyone didnt know what to bring so they proved they shared the same braincell by bringing the same thing: a box of pizza

makki's an old soul and prefers to play records on a record player or watch old movies

kyo is surprisingly good at giving massages because he really pushed hard on those tense muscles

kindaichi knows how to crack necks so everyone goes to him a lot to do it (a friend of mine does this and can i say its terrifying yet so good?)

the only one who has a license is matsukawa and thats because granny needs to go to the doctor a lot and he hates her walking by herself and cabs are expensive

kyotani and yahaba are actually,,, lowkey close,,, not like best friends but theyre nice to each other and they got a stick and poke together (yahaba's was: :) while kyo's was: >:))

watari has a collection of mangas (some bl maybe 👀)

WARNING SAD: mattsun’s future job is a funeral person right? he ends up taking care of granny’s funeral free of charge and he had to take a week off because it was really painful for him

oikawa learned spanish SUPER fast to the point he forgets japanese sometimes but there are moments where he forgets both languages and hes just,,,, ???

makki’s unemployed yea but he rooms with mattsun in exchange of cooking because makki’s surprisingly good at cooking

iwa is practically the nutritionist of the team because he knows everything about proteins, carbs, iron, and needed vitamins so they all go to him to know what to eat and what they need

kunimi has lots and lots of shoes but usually only wears 2

kindaichi has a habit of pretending hes chewing gum even though he doesnt have gum, his mouth just chomps and moves with air akasldfjkf

there was a clown phenomenon in america but in their city, they had a mascots and seijoh 4 went around scaring kids :”(

oikawa never manspreads he gets too insecure to spread out like that akdjfkd

kyotani can easily sleep anywhere like he would be standing and just fall asleep or he sleeps with his eyes open

yahaba’s parents own a restaurant somewhere in the city and he works there sometimes

IM REALLY GOING TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS YALL AKSDJFKL

SORRY IM WRITING TOO MUCH I FEEL BAD THAT I HAVENT UPDATED BUT IM IN A CAR RIDE RN AND I WAS ABLE TO WRITE AGAIN AND MY EXAMS HAVE FINISHED THIS WEEK IMMA CRY

PLEASE, FEEL FREE TO REPLY WITH ANY OTHER HCS YOU GUYS KNOW OF SO I CAN PUT IT IN HERE AND CREDIT YOU WITH IT SO WE CAN HAVE LIKE A HCS BOOK FROM EVERYONE BUT THIS IS WHAT I STARTED WITH

oikawa screams a lot according to gigi but he’s actually a really quiet guy and not easy to scare

OKAY YOU GUYS DONT KILL ME I SWEAR IVE BEEN SO TERRIBLE AT WRITING BUT YOU KNOW WHO TURNED ONE TODAY? THIS PAGE!!! MY BABY IS ONE ALREADY 😭😭😭 ANYWAYS, HOPE THIS CAN MAKE YOU GUYS SMILE TODAY AND SCHOOL ENDS NEXT WEEK AND IM ALREADY AT 132 DRAFTS AMSJKSDKSK SO OH MY GOD THERES GOING TO BE SO MUCH COMING AND IM SO EXCITED TO GET THEM OUT 😩😩

[ventismommy]

Headcanons for my bunny Penelope!

-sometimes he mixes up languages when he speaks! so sometimes when she’s talking, she’ll be talking English but then half way slip into a different language by accident

-Penelope likes to pop up randomly and is really good at hiding

-She likes to thump her foot repeatedly like a rabbit when she’s thinking

- his nose twitches and his ears perk up when she hears something from afar

-gets frightened easily though, she hates loud thuds

PLS THATS ALL SO CUTE

ok listen I also have rabbit habits like irl, I thump my foot when I get angry or excited, I wiggle my nose instead of scratching it when it itches, I perk up at loud sounds, I have a very high pitched sneeze, i burrow in things, and I enjoy carrots and celery and chewing on things

[obsidiancreates]

Blood Blooms In The Crystal Glow (Chapter Three)

Dakota sneezes again, and shouts as he walks through yet another cobweb. He pats a few dust bunnies out of his hair while frowning. “I don’t think we’re gonna find anything high-techy and alien-y in here.”

“The scanner says we will,” Cavendish states with confidence. “I can almost taste it, Dakota! Promotion! Praise! Finally being recognized for our true worth!”

“Look, I’m not saying that doesn’t sound nice, but this place gives me the creeps. Don’t you feel like we’re being watched?”

“We’ve been walking for twenty minutes, surely if something was actually observing us it would have done something by now.”

“So you do get that feeling?”

Cavendish pauses for a moment. “... Well, it’s not like that’s unexpected. Old, creepy buildings usually have that effect, don’t they?”

“Yeah, but we found this old creepy building by following some mysterious glowy-eyed creature through an also-creepy forest.”

Cavendish doesn’t reply, not actually having a rebuttal for that. Instead he checks the scanner again. “Blast, I can’t make out where it’s trying to lead us. This place is built like a Labyrinth.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve been leaving a trail or wrappers behind us so we can find the way out.”

“Oh, that’s very clever of y- hang on, does that mean you’ve eaten all the snacks?”

Dakota shakes his head slowly. “No, no, no! Just most of them.”

Cavendish slaps his own face and drags his hand down. “Ugh. Let’s just keep moving... this place looked much smaller from the outside. Oh, perhaps it’s alien technology!”

“Wish they had an alien cleaner, bleh! Just got a cobweb in my mouth!”

“Oh, please. That’s hardly the most disgusting thing you’ve eaten. You’ll probably eat something just as disgusting later today, if I know you.”

“And you’ll be payin’ for it.”

“Buh.”

They keep moving, deeper and deeper into the mansion. Dakota gets quieter and quieter, save for the crunching of snacks and crinkle of wrappers.

“Would you please stop that incessant snacking?” Cavendish hisses, keeping quiet. For some reason, it feels unsafe to speak at a normal volume.

“I’m a stress eater,” Dakota whispers back, shoving trail mix into his mouth.

The house twists and turns, corner and dead-ends and loops, every hall looking the same, every room eerily similar, some locked from the inside, some locked from the outside...

Yet they keep going.

Further in... further in... 

“It’s f-frightfully cold in-in here, is-isn’t it?” Cavendish whispers as softly as he can. He rubs his arms, teeth chattering.

Dakota breathes out, and watches the breath cloud until it dissipates. “At least it’s not-not like the Himalayas. My-my sideburn froze off.”

“I-I remember. Oh, the cold is-is dreadful. I do hope we-we get used to it soon.”

Further in... further in...

They both stop. Dakota shines a flashlight at a pitch-black doorway before them.

A staircase. Leading down.

Dakota shakes his head. “Nope. We’re done with this. Come on, we’ll just turn around and follow the trail of- oh, no...”

Cavendish turns to see what has Dakota distraught. He looks around for a moment, confused.

And then Dakota points at the floor.

Cavendish looks down, and lightly gasps.

No wrappers.

As far as the flashlight shines, no wrappers.

... No trail out.

Dakota walks to the end of the hall before the corner (which is not far at all) and peers around the corner’s edge.

“... No wrappers there either,” he whispers. He walks back, and eyes the stairs. “... Maybe there’s a basement door?”

Cavendish swallows. “Well... I suppose we have no choice but to push on, then,” he says, sounding completely unconfident. He lost his zeal for this adventure about twenty turns in the path ago, but by then it was too late to admit defeat. And it still is.

Dakota nods. “Should you stay behind me, or in front?”

“... It appears wide enough too walk side-by-side.”

Dakota nods, and they descend. He tosses one last wrapper on the ground behind them.

Something picks it up.

[bonny-kookoo]

Omg Bonny! now I’m imagining the first time she has zoomies and tall the boys must be so happy when she does! 😭 .........drabble?

Oh, my, god-

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They could hear the excited sounds upstairs in one of the hybrids rooms, as Taehyung playfought with you, making you giggle and laugh in delight until you suddenly flattened your ears, an unfamiliar squeaky sound coming from you as you took the opportunity of his surprise, wriggling out of his grasp to jump down his bed, standing at his door as if waiting for his reaction.

„Hah!“ Taehyung exclaimed as you squealed in excitement, running downstairs and through the kitchen into the living room, sliding over the linoleum floor with your socked feet as you hid in front of the couch, hands on Hoseoks thigh as your eyes carefully watched Taehyungs form creeping in. Your ears were still flattened against your skull, yet not in fear- your tail swishing from side to side, and the way your pupils constricted, cat-like eyes now very present making it obvious that you were simply feeling playful. Taehyung took a step forward with a gasp, making you jump up, running through the patio door outside as you zoomed past Jimin who’d been feeding the bunnies, his eyes wide open as he watched you.

It had happened before, but not as bold as today. No one knew whatusually triggered it, but when Taehyung once had playfully tried to grab your tail, he and Hoseok immediately saw how your demeanor changed into an excited one. And now there you were, carefully peeking past the side of the small shed in the garden, already ready to run again as Taehyungs form appeared. But he wasn’t alone.

Jungkook walked out lazily, having woken up from a nap as he suddenly sensed the energy it seemed, looking at Taehyung who tried to stalk silently even though he failed miserably, and then to you, barely visible from your hiding spot. When he noticed your gaze, eyes a bit hazy as if in a trance, he knew that you’d finally let yourself be swept away by your inner animal side, making him smile and suddenly walk towards you as well. Your eyes moved from one to the other, before you decided that there would be the perfect opportunity, dashing forwards with another squeak just to be caught by the large wolf who fell to the ground together with you, careful not to hurt you.

You impishly nipped after his arm, no intention to actually bite as he chuckled, a little growl escaping him as you wrestled with him on the grassy grounds, uncaring if your clothes got dirty as you giggled and squealed. He caught your ear between his canines, not biting yet simply pulling on it a bit as you shook your head, trying to shake him off. He sneezed at that, rolling around until he was positioned above you, growling when your legs pushed, trying to push him off as your hand reached for his tail, making him gasp with a scandalous expression. His hands tickled your sides as you laughed high pitched, making him grin as he nipped at your neck, letting himself get carried away as well. Taehyung watched you laughing as he held his stomach, the scene in front of him too amusing to take it seriously anymore.

„What is going on here?“ A low voice questioned, arms crossed in front of his chest as Yoongi stood a bit further away, looking at you with serious eyes as you and Jungkook both stopped in your tracks, as if frozen in time. But just when Jimin attempted to tell his fellow feline friend to not get a wrong impression, he suddenly darted forwards, making you and Jungkook scramble up to your feet, his hand holding yours tightly as you both ran away, laughing as Yoongi chased you both with a grin through the kitchen and up the stairs.

„And here I was thinking at least he’d be a bit more of an adult.“ Jin sighed, looking at the slightly muddy footprints on the floor. Namjoon simply chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder.

„We’re all Kids somewhere deep down Jin.“ he explained, making the older one raise his brows at his husband. Until he felt something cold and wet on his back, finally noticing the still damp kitchen towel against him, however a bit too late, as the culprit had already booked it.

„KIM NAMJOON, GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT-!“

[featherypromises]

RP transcription part 4:

Jin's cooking is always good.

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Taehyung had slept a very deep, dreamless sleep throughout all of the night, his body pressed up against Jungkook the entire time.

His subconscious apparently loved the contact too much, since he always stirred and rolled around in his sleep. Well, it was either that or he was just too sick to have the energy to move around.

When his eyes fluttered open the next morning, he was instantly met face to face with Jungkook. The sight shocked him a bit, but he was ultimately happy.

He sent the younger a smile. "Morning~" He said. Well, it was more of a croak, but he managed.

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"Morning Hyung. Sorry for startling you." Jungkook covered his mouth with his hand and yawned. "Did you get to sleep through the night? I fell asleep pretty soon after you did…

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"Yeah, yeah, I slept fine." He yawned as well and rubbed his eyes and sniffled.

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Jungkook stretched his legs and his neck. Both were a bit stiff and achy. He smiled at Taehyung and asked,

"What can I get you for breakfast? No spicy soup..." He grinned cheekily.

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Taehyung giggled softly. "Yeah, none of that..." He hummed. "I'm not that hungry, if I'm being h-honest..." He suddenly trailed off as a tickle brew in the back of his nose. His breath hitched for a bit before he pitched forward. "Heh'GSHHuh!" He shook his head slightly and sniffled. "Sorry..."

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"Still sniffly, huh?" Jungkook scratched his head, unbothered by the fact that Taehyung had sneezed openly. He frowned slightly when he processed that Taehyung mentioned not being hungry. But then, Taehyung was not the bottomless pit Jungkook was when it came to food. He tried to think if Taehyung normally ate breakfast but he was usually not very awake first thing in the morning. Both he and Taehyung liked to sleep in when they had the chance as well. 

Jungkook was a little hungry, but he was more focused on getting some medicine into the older man and that seemed like a bad idea for Taehyung's empty stomach.

"How about a smoothie, or hot chocolate?" He said, trying to make it sound as tempting as he could.

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Taehyung smiled at his efforts and giggled a bit at his suggestions. He really didn't have much of an appetite, but he was willing to eat or drink something if it would make Jungkook happy. 

"The smboothie would be ndice..." He answered, thick congestion seeping into his voice again. He sighed and reached over the bed to grab a tissue from the bedside table.

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"Strawberry?" Jungkook guessed, crossing his fingers and winking at the adorable man, enjoying that he could make him laugh still despite how sick he must still be feeling. 

A small voice in the back of his head told him that this would soon be over and that he'd have to go back to how things were before. He ignored it.

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Taehyung laughed again and blushed slightly, blowing his nose. "Yeah, strawberry." He winked back at Jungkook teasingly. "You know me too well."

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Jungkook smiled and wriggled out of the blankets and out of the bed. He shivered as his bare feet touched the cold floor and hurried out to the kitchen. The others were nowhere to be seen, but Hobi-hyung had left a note saying Jin and Yoongi had made chicken and wonton soup for the maknaes and had left it in the fridge for them. He told Tae to feel better and to smile in the note as a postscript. He put the note in his pocket.

He needed to eat something too... besides smoothies were cold, and he felt like warm food. He got out the soup and heated a bowl for himself in the microwave,  as he pureed frozen strawberries and ice and a little sugar with vanilla yogurt... he finished the smoothie with a silly straw covered in tiny tata figures. He carried the bounty back to the room and set the smoothie near Tae and moved the cold medicine box closer to the glass. He tucked the note under the glass so Tae could read it.

He crawled back into bed tucking his feet under himself for warmth. He eagerly tried the soup. It was warm but it tasted bland... that was weird, he usually loved Seokjin-hyung's cooking. He drooped a bit, but food was food, and he manfully ate another spoonful.

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Taehyung thanked Jungkook for making the smoothie and laughed a bit at the silly straw. He picked up the glass, saw the note and furrowed his brows. 

He took the note and opened it, instantly smiling as he recognized Hoseok's handwriting. 

When he read the part about hoping that he would feel better, Taehyung cooed. "Hobi-hyung is so sweet~" 

He glanced to Jungkook after he placed the note to the side and smiled. "Is the soup good?"

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Jungkook smiled at Taehyung's reaction. He chuckled softly, before replying to the question,

"Its okay, but think Jin-hyung's starting to lose his touch with this recipe."

He ate slowly, the warmth from the soup felt nice and he wanted it to last. The steam made him sniffle and he rubbed his nose with a knuckle.

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Taehyung giggled a bit and rested his head on Jungkook's shoulder. "Can I try?" He asked, sniffling from the steam as well. He scrunched his nose cutely.

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"It will probably be more bland to you with your stuffy nose, but of course! Don't let Namjoon know that I let you have some of mine though or he will think he can take things off of my plate at restaurants and get away with it." Jungkook grinned at Taehyung, he felt that the older man must be a little better this morning. His head's temperature felt normal through his shirt. He hoped it stayed that way.

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Taehyung nodded and got up to go get another spoon, not wanting to use Jungkook's and increase the chances of the younger getting sick because of him.

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Jungkook took another bite, this one hurt his throat just a little going down. He frowned, first it was not seasoned enough and now something must have scratched his throat as he swallowed it. He hadn't noticed anything weird as he chewed.  He didn't want to hurt Seokjin-hyung's feelings, but this was terrible. He was almost reluctant to have Taehyung try it. He deserved good food, especially when he wasn't feeling well. 

He sniffled again and wiggled his nose, bunny-like before clearing his throat as the liquid from the sniffle ran down his throat. Yuck. He toyed with his spoon and the wontons in the bowl.

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Taehyung came back into the room to find Jungkook doing that. He frowned. "You okay, bunny?" He asked, sweetly, going back to the bed.

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"Yeah, I guess I just was hoping it would taste better." He sighed, wasting food was nearly heretical to the maknae, he would eat it. 

He passed the bowl to Taehyung politely and smiled shyly as their fingers brushed.

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Taehyung blushed and giggled. He took a small bite of the soup and made a small face. "Yeah, I see what you mean." He giggled again and gave the bowl back to Jungkook. "I can help you finish it if you want." He offered, even if he really wasn't hungry."

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"That's okay, I can manage! Plus if I don't eat how will I get big and strong?" Jungkook laid on his aegyo a little thickly, and brought his face close to Taehyung's with pouty lips and his pointer finger resting on them lightly.

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Taehyung blushed profusely, his eyes widening. "I-I mean- I-" His nervousness combined with the steam from the soup made the tickle in his nose brew. His breathing started to hitch, his brows knitting closer together as his eyes glazed over. His mouth parted open and he whirled round, burying his face into his pillow as he let out two violent sneezes. "hH'EHSSHuh! Ehh'KITSHHoo!"

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Jungkook dropped his pose and rubbed the smaller man's back soothingly. 

" I'm sorry, Hyung. But at least you'll be less stuffy now." He rubbed at his nose with a finger. Watching Taehyung's sneezes, seemed to make his own nose twitch with sympathy. He felt his breath catch and he quietly hitched for a desperate moment before pinching his nose shut and stifling silently, bobbing his head as he sneezed. There was no reason to worry Taehyung over one sneeze.

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Taehyung felt the movement, but as he peeked his head back out from the pillow, he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. 

He sniffled thickly and sighed. "My nose still tickles~" He whined.

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"Maybe blowing would help?" Jungkook suggested. He pulled the coverlet over his legs before polishing off the last of the soup. 

He cleared his throat and winced. That under-done wonton or whatever that was must have gotten his throat with one last vengeful resistance before being eaten.

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Taehyung sighed and nodded. "I.. guess..." He trailed off when Jungkook cleared his throat, eyeing him suspiciously. "Hey, you okay?" He asked softly.

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"Yeah,... I feel fine. I think one the wontons scraped my throat when swallowed it. It will go away soon." He smiled at Taehyung, it was just effortless. He suddenly remembered how high his hyung's fever had been last night, and his big eyes examine Taehyung with concern, "What about you, hyung? We should probably check your temperature again."

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"I-I feel fine, Kook." He was more worried about Jungkook, if he was being perfectly honest. "We don't have to check, I-I'm fi- Eh'kisshiew!" The sneeze escaped him without warning, and he barely had time to turn away from Jungkook. "Ah, s-sorry..."

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Jungkook didn't realize it but a pout, a genuine one, had formed on his face at that declaration.

"I thought... I hoped that you were comfortable enough with me to tell me if you weren't feeling well. You've been sneezing all morning, Hyung. And I... well, I worry... about you." He blushed, hanging his head, "I know you said I didn't have to" he finished in a rush, "But I want to! Y-you are really important to me Hyung..." 

He turned his head slightly away, blinking back a sudden wetness in his eyes. It hurt to think about those feelings that he could barely hide.

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Taehyung frowned at Jungkook's sudden declaration. Guilt swarmed him and, without thinking, he pulled Jungkook into a warm embrace. "I'm sorry, bunny, I didn't mean to make you upset. Please don't cry~ I only said I'm fine because I don't want you to worry and I really am feeling better today. I promise." He assured.

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Jungkook tried not to, but a few tears dripped down his cheeks as Taehyung held him. He took a deep shaky breath and buried his flushed face into his hyung's neck. He felt more emotional than usual and he felt chilled; his emotions sapping his energy. What was wrong with him?

"S-s-sorry..." he said, trying to calm down, "I don't know why I'm like this right now."

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Taehyung gasped when he felt the heat rolling off the younger man. "Oh Kookie, I think you got my cold...I'm so sorry..." He frowned guiltily and rubbed Jungkook's back.

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"It's okay, hyung..." Jungkook said a little dazed and tired sounding, wiping him eyes on his sleeve, "It's okay, because I got to be here with you. I will take this cold and be happy about it, as long as you are all better instead." His head was starting to feel achy from crying. He wrapped his arms around Taehyung and sniffled.

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Taehyung sighed and smiled fondly. "You sound delirious, baby. How about you get some rest, hm?" He suggested, already starting to tuck Jungkook into the covers.

He sniffled and rubbed his knuckles against the underside of his nose.

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"But you aren't feeling well," Jungkook mumbled sadly, "I promised Namjoon-hyung  that I would take care of you." 

He felt hot and cold by turns; his eyes red and teary, "I shouldn't be resting. I should be making sure you're okay."

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"Kook, Namjoon-hyung didn't know that you'd be sick today. Please just get some rest. I'll be okay." He assured softly, carding his fingers through Jungkook's hair. 

Admittedly, he still wasn't feeling too well at all, and although he wanted someone to care for him and make sure he was okay, Jungkook was his main priority.

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Jungkook sniffled and leaned into Taehyung's touch sighing.

"Hyung's hands are the best hands." He sniffled again his nose twitching. His mouth fell open and he hitched for a few moments before ducking into his steepled hands, "Heh'Tssshu!"

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"Bless you." Taehyung said with a sigh. "Do you want me to get you anything?" He asked sweetly, tempted to kiss the younger's forehead to check his fever. 

He brushed the thought aside and just placed his palm on Jungkook's burning forehead. He sighed again.

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Jungkook looked up a little sheepishly, 

He sniffled. "Can I have a Taehyung to cuddle with me ?" He shivered a bit and wanted his hyung near to him.

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Taehyung smiled softly and nodded. "Of course, bunny." He laid down next to Jungkook and pulled him close. "Just sleep, baby, okay?"

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Jungkook smiled softly, his brain thought sleep was a good idea. His heart fluttered as Taehyung pulled him close, he blushed, deepening the pink tinge of his cheeks. Inside his mind, he dimly he recognized that the older man might still have a pretty high fever, if Taehyung was so willing to agree to cuddle him to sleep.

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Taehyung rubbed Jungkook's back comfortingly, making a mental note to call Namjoon when the younger singer was asleep. 

A tickle brewed in the back of his nose, forcing him to stifle to sneezes into silence.

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Jungkook's eyes were heavy. He curled up and mumbled, dreamily,

"Love you, Hyung..."

He slept, occasionally twitching as sleep overcame him totally.

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Taehyung blushed at his words but forced himself to ignore the thought that Jungkook meant it in more-than-friends way. 

He smiled when he noticed that the younger was asleep and carefully inched out of bed and into the living room so he could call Namjoon and not have to worry about Jungkook waking up.

He speed dialed the rapper's number and waited for him to pick up.

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The phone in Namjoon's hand buzzed, he sighed and pulled it from his jacket. He figured Gguk would be calling with something about Tae. He glanced at his phone and then looked again. He swiped the answer button.

"Tae? Are you alright? What's going on?

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"Hey, hyung!" He said, trying to sound as positive as possible. "So, um... We've had a bit of a- uh- development..." He mumbled, sniffling.

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Namjoon saw this coming, he usually did... he cursed under his breath. 

"How bad?"

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Taehyung sighed. "He's got a pretty bad fever and he's sneezing, but that's it so far..." He mumbled, bracing himself for the lecture he knew was about to come.

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"Hold on, Tae how bad is ''bad"? I need more info here... did you take his temperature? What about yours? Ggukie said you were at 38.4 last night."

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"Um, Kook's asleep right now, so I haven't checked his temperature...  And if you want me too, I can take mine now on call so you can know." He suggested.

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"That's fine, take his immediately when he wakes up and text it to me. I need yours as soon as you have taken it. 

Gguk told me about you trying to work through the shoot in the awful shape you were in yesterday. I think you scared the hell out of him."

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Taehyung bit his lip. "I'm sorry about that, by the way... I should've stayed home to rest." He sighed. "I honestly haven't been feeling that great for days, but yesterday it got much worse..." He admitted.

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"I get it, Tae-tae," Namjoon tried his best not to be harsh with the sensitive young man, "I do... but I was flying blind yesterday and when i saw Ggukie carrying you and you looked like you were going to collapse... I just wanted to be home looking after you but I had to stay and convince the photographer that you were sick. Apparently he had it from a supposedly "reliable" source that it was "Just allergies"."

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Taehyung flushed sheepishly and bit his lip. "I-I wasn't planning to go home.. Or have anyone figure out I was sick... I thought I was in control, but I wasn't, and I'm sorry for making everything a lot harder for you..." He said quietly, obvious guilt lacing his words.

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Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose. Great. He had been too hard on him. The poor kids couldn't help it. 

"Look, did you get my text from earlier? Never mind I'll just tell you anyway... I got everything settled and you two have the next 2 and 1/2 days to focus on getting better. No photoshoots or recording sessions. Yoongi and I are cleaning up the next set of songs for the new album and Hobi and Jimin are working on a dance choreography for just them... I'm rambling... my point is if you need me, please just let me know. I will pop in the check on you both later, unless you tell me something is radically wrong. Just no more surprises, hyung is getting old. Okay?"

Namjoon loved the maknaes more than anything else in the world, but he would be screwed if anyone else got sick. He had forbidden Jimin and Hobi from going anywhere near Tae and Ggukie. It hurt to keep them separated but both of them already overworked themselves regularly. And fevers were dangerous with the stubborn dancers.

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Taehyung nodded and smiled softly. "Thank you, hyung. I'm sorry about all this. If I'd just rested like I should've we wouldn't have had to push the schedules... b-back..." He trailed off a sneeze crept up on him. Without having time to hold the phone away, he directed the sneeze to the ground. "Heh'GHHTTSHHiew!"

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Namjoon winced at the Tae-explosion.

"That didn't sound good, Tae-Tae. Seriously. Go take your temperature and text me right away. And no fudging the numbers, give it to me straight."  His hand drummed its fingers against his thigh and he tried to stay objective and not read too much into the harsh sneeze.

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Taehyung sniffled thickly and nodded, pressing the underside of his wrist to his nose to stop the waterfall of mess that was flowing from the organ. "I will, but I need to blow my nose first." He joked, giggling a bit. "I'll text you in a second, hyung. Love you! Good luck with today."

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"Love you too, Tae-Tae. Don't forget to tell me how Gguk is when he wakes up."

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"I will~" He called, and after a quick goodbye, he ended the call and pulled a tissue out from the nearest tissue box and blew his nose thickly. He winced at how... sick he sounded and, with a sigh, went to go take his temperature. He already suspected it would be a bit high, but hopefully lower than last night. 

He found the thermometer soon enough, and placed the device under his tongue. After a few moments, it beeped and Taehyung took it out of his mouth. He had to bite back a groan. 37.8°. Just a bit lower than yesterday. 

He took out his phone again and texted Namjoon: 

[Tae: my temp is 37.8° -_-]

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[RM: Okay, that's not great but it could b a lot worse. Push yourself 2 drink fluids and try 2 rest. If Gguk gets 2b a handful or u need help tell me. I can be there in 20 min.

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[Tae: k i will. i promise :)) bye hyung~ love u~]

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[RM: 💜 bye Tae

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[Tae: 💜]

With a smile, Taehyung decided to go back into the bedroom to keep cuddling Jungkook.

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[once-upon-a-ouat]

“When Will You Learn, Mr. Rabbit?”

Summary: Living alone in the quiet tower isn't easy so Alice makes a friend to always keep her company. They start learning new skills to help them with life when they finally get out of there but the sea is not always smooth for sailing. Will their friendship survive the storm of Alice's mood swings?

For my 100 followers celebration I got an anonymous request (that was very sweet) for a fic about what Alice got up to during the years she spent alone in the tower. So here’s a fic of Alice bonding with her little stuffed friend – Mr. Rabbit, with a side of Knight Rook feels.

Word Count: 2146 words

Read on FFN and AO3

Her papa was gone and the tower was so silent. And in the silence every little sound was amplified until it was loud and terrifying and made her want to shrink even more until no one would be able to find her and hurt her.

Alice wanted to put a stop to it, but she hadn’t spoken in weeks. She didn’t want to. In the dreadful emptiness of the tower her voice turned into a horrifying echo of despair. And there was no point anyway. Who was there for her to speak to?

As the thought crossed her mind, her gaze met that of Mr. Rabbit and a twinge of guilt stabbed her. Mr. Rabbit was there for her. He’d been there the whole time, keeping her company, and she hadn’t looked at him twice, swallowed by the devastating silence. But it wasn’t like he could speak back so she shrugged the thought off.

A few days later when she was reading a book, she was dying to let her voice out and read aloud. But just the thought of how lonely the sound of it would be changed her mind. Alice closed the book and turned away from it, locking eyes with Mr. Rabbit. The look he was giving her was begging her to talk to him. As if that would have any effect besides making her feel even more alone, talking to stuffed animals like a madwoman.

She turned back to her book and flipped it open, almost tearing the pages in her haste.

It wasn’t long before her birthday came. Her eyes were full of tears the entire day for there wasn’t even anyone to wish her a happy birthday. Not that it was anyway. She’d been born to stay trapped in the bloody tower and every birthday she spent in there just strengthened her doubts that she would ever see the world outside of her prison. At least before she’d had her papa. But now...

The tears fell when she was about to blow out the candle and make her birthday wish. It was the same every year–get out of her prison–and every year it didn’t come true. But that year it was different. That year she also had another wish – she wanted her papa back. And she knew she could’t have both. She had to choose. And how was she supposed to choose between freedom and love?

So the tears fell. And the sobs followed. And there were words trying to claw their way out, too. But she wouldn’t let therm. She swallowed them back, almost choking on their chunky bodies with sharp edges that wanted to cut through her throat and break free. But she couldn’t let them. They had to stay trapped for there wasn’t anyone to hear them but her. And she didn’t want to hear them. Not on her own. She just wished to have someone to talk to.

Through the curtain of tears in her eyes she couldn’t see the candle get blown out by her heavy sigh. She could only stumble back to her bed and cry herself to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be different. It didn’t matter in what way. Just different.

She was woken up by her own sneeze. Mr. Rabbit had fallen in her face and his ear had been tickling her nose.

She put him back in his place and tried to go back to sleep but the softness of his tiny body wouldn’t leave her mind. It was the first soothing feeling in a very long time.

She looked at him. His eyes were so warm and inviting that her heart started thumping in her ears as she opened her mouth, ready to do the unthinkable.

“Good morning, Mr. Rabbit,” she spoke, jumping slightly at the sound of her own voice. She hadn’t heard it in so long. She’d forgotten what it was like to speak. And it was good. It was so good.

She didn’t get a verbal response, but in her mind Mr. Rabbit was talking to her. Looked like her spontaneous wish had come true after all.

It turned out Mr. Rabbit was a great listener. He didn’t complain when she gave him an earful about the latest thing that was on her mind. Her hysterical bursts of laughter and her high-pitched shrieks of loneliness didn’t seem to bother him and he kept offering her comfort with his never warm but always soft tiny body.

She wondered how someone so small could be her pillar of strength. Still, she was grateful for everything he’d done for her. He’d never abandoned her, even when she had been trying to forget about his existence. And she would never abandon him. She would take him with her when she left. She wouldn’t leave a friend behind.

And the two of them had only ever lived in the tower. They weren’t prepared for life outside of it. There were so many things they didn’t know, things they hadn’t learned. So they’d better do, Alice decided. They had to prepare themselves. And they had so much time on their hands and feet anyway. They could use it productively.

Alice decided that another language would be useful. Her papa could speak Latin. He’d even taught her some simple phrases. When he’d still been with her. Alice’s heart got heavy at the thought. But she wouldn’t despair. She just had to think of how proud her papa would be when they were finally reunited and she told him she’d learned Latin. She could even greet him in Latin. She grinned at the thought. She could imagine the shock on his face before it turned into a proud smile. That would be a somnia vera facit*.

And even though it was going well – there were few things to distract her and Mr. Rabbit – she didn’t like the general experience. It had been so much more fun when she’d been studying with her papa, much more fruitful. He’d known the language and had corrected her when she’d made a mistake. Mr. Rabbit, on the other hand, knew just as much as she did. And that made progress harder for both of them, but they still tried their best.

That was why Alice decided they should only speak in Latin until they mastered it. It seemed like a good idea until they actually tried to pull it off. They would find themselves consulting the books for every other word and it sucked out the joy of speaking. Which was about the only joy Alice had.

Still, it payed off for they started getting the hang of it pretty soon. Though now every mistake seemed more jarring. It grated on Alice’s nerves, cutting them up one by one until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“That’s not how you say it!” she found herself snapping at the bunny one day. “When will you learn, Mr. Rabbit?” she jumped out of bed to grab the open book and show the bunny his mistake. However, in her frenzied state she wasn’t careful and tore off some pages from the book instead.

It halted her tantrum as she looked at the pages in her hand and then to her bunny friend. Her eyes welled up with tears. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rabbit.” She hadn’t meant to yell at him. He knew just as much as she did. And she hadn’t meant to tear the book. It had no fault. And her frustration was pointless anyway because they had all the time in the world. They weren’t going anywhere.

The tears started falling and she slumped on the floor with the torn off pages strewn in her lap. The water drops streamed down her face and fell on the, wetting the paper, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. For they weren’t going anywhere.

Still, she found herself learning etiquette with her little friends next. They needed to learn how to behave in social situations since they’d never been in such. So they read up everything they could find on the topic and practiced all the time. And what better way to practice than applying all their knowledge to their tea parties?

Since she didn’t have so many different spoons, knives and forks, she used her paintbrushes as pretend cutlery. That way they could still practice and learn. And soon both she and Mr. Rabbit knew just how to behave at the table. They could be drinking tea with a queen and she wouldn’t be able to find a fault in their table manners.

So when at her birthday party Alice noticed that Mr. Rabbit’s forks weren’t put in the right order, she, naturally, had a reaction.

“Your forks are out of place,” she said, disappointment coating her voice. “When will you learn, Mr. Rabbit?” she reached over the table to fix his mistake when something caught her gaze.

There was a hole in his neck where she could see his stuffing showing. She’d noticed the wrong order of the forks but hadn’t noticed his injury. Who knew how long he’d sported it. Her friend was in pain and she was scolding him for forks instead of trying to help him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Rabbit,” she apologized as she took him in her embrace and the tears started falling, wetting his fur.

That year Alice wished to be able to help her friend. She’d be forever stuck in that bloody tower anyway. All the previous years and unfulfilled wishes proved it. At least that way she would be able to take care of her friend who was always there to help her pass the time. Maybe that would make her own pain go away, too.

Soon after that she decided to learn to tie knots to take her mind off the most recent accident. It would be useful, too, when she joined her papa on the Jolly Roger, and they would sail the seas together. And her papa would be so proud of her when he saw how good of a sailor she was.

She took a piece of rope and began practicing. She already knew how to tie a knot or two. Her papa had shown her some basics and had said he’d teach her more when he got her out of there. But now that he was gone, she had to teach herself.

Her nostrils flared as she looked at the rope in her hands before throwing it on the ground. It was useless to her. She couldn’t even get out of the tower. And even if she could, she couldn’t go anywhere near her papa. The mark on her wrist was there to stay and keep them apart while also being a constant reminder of her misfortune.

She got up and joined Mr. Rabbit for some tea that he had prepared. She took her cup for a sip, but put it back down with a clash as soon as she’d drunk from it. It was the wrong tea. It was the one that kept her awake. Mr. Rabbit knew that. He’d been there to see her restless tossing and turning.

“You mixed up the tea!” she accused. “When will you learn, Mr. Rabbit?” she asked as she jumped from her chair, knocking down another cup in the process.

It shattered against the floor, startling Alice. Her eyes widened when she saw the pattern on the pieces of china. That was her cup. Mr. Rabbit hadn’t mixed up the tea. She’d mixed up the cups.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Rabbit,” she looked at him apologetically. “But I’ll tell you what,” she continued in a conspiratorial tone, “how about I throw you a party next week?” She smiled excitedly. “Great!”

She went to clean up the mess, glad that she’d have something to keep her mind off her birthday. Another one had come and gone and she was still trapped. That always tormented her so much that she couldn’t sleep at that time of the year. But now she had a distraction and a very important task. She had to make it up to her friend.

The party the following week was grand. Everyone attended and held up to the high standards when it came to etiquette and language – only Latin was allowed. The room was full of chatter and the inspired decorations that Alice had made by tying pieces of rope together. And Mr. Rabbit was the guest of honor. He even had a new bow-tie that she’d made him to cover the stitches on his neck.

The two of them had a toast, clinking their cups together, and Alice was glad to find that the cup that she’d glued back together didn’t fall apart. And neither had the book of Latin after she’d fixed it. It appeared that she was learning. And Mr. Rabbit was learning with her, too.

*somnia vera facit – dream come true

[merrymcfuckyourself]

Dumb S-Word Headcannons for Ralsei because I’m horny and stupid

(I left out 3 questions and edited 1 just because I just didn’t feel like trying to answer them. With that said, let’s throw away the last scraps of dignity I have to my name.)

🤒: How often do they get sick? What kinds of illnesses do they tend to get most often? Colds, flu, sinus infections, stomach viruses?

Ralsei tends to get sick only slightly more than an average young monster would, so maybe 2 or 3 times a year.  A regular chest/head cold is the most common, but he is prone to the flu if it happens to be going around.

🌡: Do they tend to run hot or cold? When they have a fever, is it barely noticeable, or does their temperature skyrocket?

It’s common for his temperature to get pretty high and spike a couple of times, at most getting to 103. at it’s peek. 

😷: When they’re sick, do they stay home or go to work/school? If they don’t go to work or school, do they try to rest, or do they just go on with their day like normal? Do they try to avoid getting others sick by taking precautions like a mask or staying away from others in general?

He can be a rather stubborn patient if there’s work to be done, but either way doesn’t put up much of a fight if someone forces him to rest. He normally would insist on isolating himself to prevent the spread of illness, but would still go along with it if his friends insisted on sticking by him (Especially considering Kris knows how much he hates being alone)

🤧: What does their sneeze sound like? (Description, spelling, or both!)

eh...Hah-!HHAshuu-!  *(can range in pitch or volume but buildup is almost always involved one way or another)

😩: Do they tend to sneeze just once or twice, or multiple times? Do they have fits frequently or rarely? Does how many times they sneeze depend on the cause?

It’s more common for him to just have fits of 2 or 3 depending on the cause, but if the stars align then he can go into an uncontrollable fit that lasts for about 1 minute.

🌸: Are they allergic to any kind of plants? Flowers, weeds, trees? If yes, how bad are their allergies to those plants?

Ralsei actually loves the flowers of the Lightner World, that being said, some of them and most weeds/trees around Allergy Season more often than not can send him into those minute-long fits as previously mentioned

🕯: Are they allergic to other things? Dust, animals, perfumes, certain fragrances? Anything that might be considered “out of the ordinary” to be allergic to? How bad are those allergies?

Aside from the pollen allergies I mentioned above, there’s nothing else really that severe. 

👃: In general, how sensitive is their nose? Can something like a certain flower or smell make them sneeze even if they’re not allergic to it? Do they sneeze a lot on average, or not very much? Does their nose twitch a lot, or barely ever at all?

Something like a feather or even someone else’s hair (usually Kris’) can set him off. This one weakness has been taken advantage of by Susie more than once. Other than that he pretty much never sneezes without a clear cause. Also, more often with allergies, his muzzle will twitch like a bunny rabbit right before sneezing, another thing Susie likes to make fun of him for when it happens.

😭: When they’re sick, do they try to downplay their symptoms, or do they treat every little cold like the plague? Do they whine a lot, or do they complain quietly or even just in their head?

He always stays pretty quiet about his suffering even when he feels miserable, but it’s still easy to tell even if he’s not whining about it. 

✨: What would be the best way for someone to induce them? Feathers, rolled-up tissue, or something else? How much stimulation would it take for them to start sneezing? Would inducing produce just one or two sneezes from them, or multiples?

He’s pretty easy to induce with just a few strokes from a feather or tickling him with Kris’s hair (god fucking dammit it hurt my brain to type that but my body was all for it) 

💦: How wet are their sneezes? Do they spray barely at all, or are you gonna need an umbrella? Do they try to cover at all, or just let it go? Do they sniffle a lot when they’re sick or allergies are bugging them?

Picture a full spray bottle of Water. That is all I’ll say

🤝: Do they like to be taken care of when they’re not feeling well? Or do they hate it when people fuss over them? If they do, what’s their favorite thing about being taken care of? If not, why don’t they like being taken care of? How bad would they have to be before they’d let anyone take care of them in any capacity?

Ralsei tolerates being taken care of, and silently appreciates someone caring about him enough to take time out of their day and do so.

💊: Do they take their medicine like a grown-up, or do they try to fight it? Do they prefer pills or liquid medicine? Can they be “tricked” by having the medicine mixed with applesauce or with a drink, or would they still not take it even then?

The first couple times it was easy to get him to take it because he wasn’t aware that pretty much all liquid medicine tastes awful. Even now, he’ll either choke it down with little to no fuss, or politely ask if he could just take it in pill form, and failing that, mix it in some apple juice and he’ll never tell the difference.

🍲: What do they like to eat while they’re sick? Do they like soup, or would they prefer something that isn’t “sick person food”? Do they lose their appetite when they’re sick, or are they hungrier than usual?

He loses any appetite for food, pretty much just surviving on water if you let him. Susie’s the only one who basically scared him into eating some cheese and crackers or else she’d hurt him (which was probably just an empty threat but he’s not gonna take that risk)

🍵: Do they like tea when they’re not feeling well? If so, do they like it with honey, lemon, both, with something else, or just plain? Would they accept something else if they couldn’t have tea? If they don’t like tea, is there something they’d rather drink instead? Would they drink tea if their preferred drink wasn’t available?

He may not like food, but he always appreciates a cup of tea on any day.

😔: What are their “tells” when they’re not feeling their best? Do they sleep more or less? Do they become easily irritated, aggressive, snap at little things? Or do they withdraw and become quieter, cry at the drop of a hat, stay in the background? What’s the one surefire way that one of their loved ones would be able to tell that they’re sick?

He goes from perky and good at holding conversations to tired and quiet, not speaking unless spoken to and even then you might have to shout his name once or twice to get his attention.

❄️: Would it be more unusual to see this character sick during the winter or during the summer? Do they typically go down during cold and flu season, or do they usually get summer colds?

He’ll often get sick as soon as the seasons shift or any little (or major) bug is going around. If it’s cold and flu season, he’s typically the first to get sick but the first to fully recover.

🎤: How does their voice change when they’re sick or allergies are bugging them? Does their voice get lower? Scratchy? Raspy? Can you hear any congestion in their voice or do they hide it well? Do they avoid speaking too much because of a sore throat and coughing, or do they try to talk through those things?

His voice pretty much disappears completely by the peek of a bad cold/flu

⚙️: Do they have some kind of ritual that they do when they’re not feeling great that helps? Does it help physically, or does it just make them feel better emotionally?

If he can’t sleep (coughing, congestion, ect), he’ll read a book until he knocks out. Usually happens only an hour or 2 into reading. 

😳: Are they embarrassed by their sneezes, or do they just not really care? Do they apologize after sneezing? Do they say “sorry!” or “excuse me!” or anything like that? If they’re embarrassed about it, why?

Susie’s taunting of his sneeze has made him a chronic apologizer, even if she’s not around anywhere.

😥: What would they do if somebody gave them a gift that they’re allergic to? Would they say they’re allergic to it or not? Try to give it back, keep it, or get rid of it later?

He’d insist on keeping the gift and probably hold onto it until someone else forcibly took it from him and threw it away.

📝: Quick! Come up with a scenario for them! It doesn’t have to be anything fancy, just something you think would be cute or something you’d like to see with them!

you have made a grave error in giving me this power Soo, my favorite allergy scenario for Ralsei is admittedly one like to give a lot of characters/OTPs I’m obsessed with. Hanging out or going on a date with someone (Kris) in a meadow, but suddenly having a reaction to the flowers around them, but not wanting to leave and ruin their outing until they’re basically a not sohuman Tap and struggling to breathe, making their SO drag their stubborn ass out of there for their own health and safety.

My favorite Sick Fic scenario for him that I’m totally not just conjuring up in my head as I type this would beee...Ral is sick and him and Kris are the only ones in the house, effectively forcing Kris into the role of sole caretaker. They finally convinced the kid to lay down and sleep, and the place he happened to drop was right on Kris’s stomach while laying on the couch. So they’re laying there, pinned to the couch watching TV or something, when without warning, Ralsei sneezes into his sweater, getting that one spot all damp, and immediately falling back asleep, leaving a shocked and silently pissed off Kris.

And that’s it! What, were you expecting a joke or something?

[crewhonk]

being in a relationship with Steve Rogers would include

He loves Hamilton

He frequently can be found crying to “it’s quiet uptown”

And screaming “motherfucking democratic republicans” at the top of his lungs

Which you reply with a chiding “language, cap”

“oH My GoD”

Steve remembers everything about you

From your fighting patterns to the way you tie the tea bag string around the mug handle so it doesn’t get lost in the boiling honey-water

He has a picture of fetus you in your teenage goth phase taped to his mirror in the bathroom because no matter how hard life is at the moment, that was a thing that existed once

He always stops you from going back for seconds, not because he thinks you eat too much or don’t need the food, he just gets so annoyed when you complain about your stomach hurting for hours after

You guys always brush your teeth together

And when one of you is on a mission, FRIDAY has to remind you both to brush your teeth because its just something you guys do together

He hates showering with you

The temperature you shower makes him break out into a heat rash, and even though he hates being cold, he doesn’t hate it that much

But he will always join you ten minutes into your bath

He always makes your coffee for you before you wake up, or he buys it with extra milk because you’re afraid of burning your mouth

His favorite music is 70s rock, and when you helped him download the I, Tonya soundtrack he listened to it on repeat for weeks

He listened to it so often that you had to hide his phone for a day

He didn’t even notice because when he wasn’t listening to it, he was singing it

and if you were to be quite frank, Steve was borderline tone-deaf

Singing together in the car or during karaoke or just at a bar was almost your number one favorite thing to do with him

Your other favorite thing to do with him was explaining internet language

“I can’t believe I’ve been sleeping on Shawn Mendes.”

“What the fuck”

“Language”

“That was two years ago!!”

The first time he watches Rocky Horror Picture Show he is genuinely horrified and refuses to let you pick the next movie for three months

The next movie you pick is The Breakfast Club

And no matter how much you try to watch it with him

He always falls asleep

“What’s the point of it? Like there’s no music and it’s just a bunch of teenagers in detention it’s boring. Do they even have breakfast?”

“No”

“thAn wHaTs tHe PoInt?!”

And he doesn’t let you choose another movie again ever

However, he happens to be sitting next to you while you’re watching pitch perfect

And he steals a headphone and watches it on your laptop w u

And he fucking loves it. He loves Bella and he loves the magic dude that he can’t remember the name of

You guys fight a lot about what’s good for the team

I'm talking in front of the team screaming at each other, throwing things etc

And you guys won’t talk for a while (hours-days)

But when one walks in on the other person sitting on the edge of the bed crying their heart breaks

So they cuddle the other and it leads to slow soft passionate makeup sex that eventually turns into headboard-breaking sex

“JESUS C H R I S T IS THAT YOUR GUYS’ SOLUTION TO E V E R Y T H I N G”

But they’ll take that over the icy glares and hyper-aggressive sparring

And when Steve is pissed his training is the worst™️

You also introduce him to your favorite sport

And it takes a while for him to learn what everything means but once he’s into it he is into it

And he chooses the rival team of your team to root for

You make bets whenever they play against each other

You both end up getting what you want by the end of the night if you know what I mean haha amirite ladies

Except the loser has to wear the winner's jersey while you guys are diddling.

When u ride him with his team's jersey on he loses his mind

Him being afraid to have sex with you three months into the relationship despite your indestructibility and healing abilities

You think it because of how you look physically, and when you finally confront him about it, he looks like he’s about to cry

“I don’t want to break you”

“you couldn’t break me even if you tried, cap.”

the first time you two do it, its slow and clumsy and you don’t cum

But the longer you guys practice, the more confident he gets

So when he rips off your pantsuit after one of Tony’s parties and fucks you against the wall from behind the orgasm that tears through you makes you see stars

You get beard burn on your shoulder because of the amounts of hickeys and bite marks he left on your back

Since Steve hadn’t had much power before the serum, he wears the pants

You take them off, though

You often get notifications from FRIDAY telling you that Tony told her to tell you to stop fucking like catholic bunnies

He loves biting, and slapping and fucking you into the mattress

He's a wild guy in the bedroom

Out of the bedroom, you’re the little minx

Calling him captain when you ask for the syrup at breakfast

Raking your hand through his hair when you’re cuddling

Working out in baggy shorts and an expensive sports bra

Winking at him during sparring,

The light catching the sweat on your stomach and chest, begging for him to look

Whenever he does he gets his ass kicked because he’s so distracted he stops fighting

Singing and rapping to provocative songs in the car

He's shocked by the things you sing along to, and one time he almost came in his pants when you sang “dead girl walking” from the Heathers musical during Karaoke Night

He really likes to choose songs from the Spotify playlist “songs that make white people beyond hype”

He loves Don’t Stop Believing

You hate it so much because it reminds you of shitty high school dances

You disclose to him your fears about you peaking in high school because while you are studying for a degree, making friends in real life is fucking hard

And between saving the world and studying you have no time for clubs or anything of the sort

So you feel a little stagnant

He looks at you like you’ve grown three heads

“Doll, you do know you save the world on a regular basis?”

“I mean, yeah I guess.”

He slaps you on the arm lightly and then kisses your forehead

The first time he farted around you-you laughed so hard that you farted and you were sore the next few days from laughing so hard at the center situation

He gets the hiccups a lot

Your tall, hairy super soldier of a man has very squeaky hiccups

You’ll often wake up in the middle of the night to him squeaking beside you and you just roll over and throw a pillow over your head

You sneeze a lot though, so he carries around tissues in his pocket for you at all times

You’ll be fighting some sort of aliens/robot and you’ll sneeze and he’ll hand you a Kleenex as he knocks a baddie thirty feet away with his shield

“That shield is so dumb, you know.”

“My shield is a patriotic icon”

“Yeah, but it’s the size of a dinner plate.”

“Just blow your nose, Y/L/N.”

“Yes, Sir.” You salute jokingly

He glares at you and before you can run to go fight the Big Guy he kisses you hard

The minute he knows you’re the one is when you’re both at Tony and Peppers wedding and Bucky asks you to dance to the Time Warp (Steve is still traumatized by the movie) and you know how to swing dance almost perfectly

You could keep up with Bucky (who was quite the dancer) and you looked so happy he thought your smile could have been the sun

He had waited for the right partner, and finally, all that time paid off

and he had found you

“I love you.”

“I know.”

[ask-rogertaylor]

((So deaky/Bri/jo/rog has taken over my life and I wrote this shitty ficlet starring my love @ask-johanna-deacon . Enjoy it if you can ashdjowowak !! But uhh..there will probably be more sappy ficlets like this hekowpajdowpwa)

Roger didn’t come to Jamie’s weekly garden brunch.

It did cause a few heads to turn, but everybody figured he either slept in from being his nocturnal self, and Rogerina had assumed he has a hangover and couldn’t get up, as he would only groan in response to her, but that he would be okay. But Johanna, ever gentle, and particularly towards the stubborn drummer, was worried. He wouldn’t miss brunch if he couldn’t help it—and he’d dragged his hungover ass to the brunches before, there was no way he couldn’t do it again. Right after people had started to disperse, she found herself walking towards Roger’s place.

“Roggie! It’s Jo,” She called out, not too loudly, but loud enough he would hear her should he be face planted into his pillow.

She received no response. Sighing, she toppled over a marble figure of a Rolls Royce and collected the spare key from underneath it. She shoved the key into the keyhole and turned the door open.

She scanned the area, until her eyes fell upon a lump of blankets and messy blonde hair on the couch. She tutted with amusement, smiling softly as she approached him.

“Hey, you missed brunch,” She called out softly, nudging him awake.

Roger blinked, dazed, squinting at her, trying to recognise who she was, with his poor eyesight, but as the clarity hit his eyes he suddenly erupted into a staccato burst of chesty sounding coughs, which he hastily covered with the crook of his arm.

“Jo,” He managed to choke out between coughs, “Hi.”

“You’re sick!” She exclaimed.

“I don’t..” Roger’s nose scrunched up, turning his head away from her and pitched forward into his arm with a delicate, high pitched sneeze. It was completely unlike his loud, boisterous self. “..get sick.”

“Bless you. Whatever helps you sleep at night. You get sick faster than the rest of us, you realise that, right?” She teased lightly.

“Horseshit. When do I ever get sick?” Roger asked croakily, his voice huskier than it usually was and several semitones lower.

“Uh, in this past year? 4 times,” She rolled her eyes.

She felt a little more concerned as he delayed to process what she had just said, as seen by the glazed look on his tired, drooping eyes. Frowning, she leaned forward and pressed a hand on his forehead.

“Rog, you’re so hot,” She fretted.

“Thanks, dear, right back at you,” Roger smirked drowsily, beginning to sink back into the couch.

Johanna blushed, “Roger! You..you know what I meant by that!”

He managed a mischievous smile at her, “I know, sorry love, only teasing.” His nose began to twitch again, much like a bunny’s, taking a series of breathy inhales before hastily bringing his t-shirt up to his face to cover another dainty sounding sneeze.

“Bless you. You know..I wasn’t expecting that from you. You try to present yourself as a hard rock and roller but you sneeze like a kitten,” She giggled.

Roger scoffed and shifted, “I do not.”

“When did you start feeling sick?”

Roger cleared his throat and stifled two coughs against his arm, “I got rained on two mornings ago, I didn’t check the weather forecasts and I went for a walk, and alas. Here we are. I started getting a little ill yesterday.”

Johanna raised her eyebrows, “You guys played a gig yesterday. Why didn’t you say anything then?”

He shrugged, his cheeks flushed with fever and voice laced with congestion, “Eh. Didn’t want to bother anyone. Freddie was already pretty high maintenance about it, nobody needed another problem.”

“You’re not a problem..” She pressed.

“I know—it just isn’t a big deal. It’s a cold, Jo, I’ll be okay,” His voice caught in the end as he began to cough into his arm.

“Here, I’ll make you my soup,” Johanna offered, smiling sweetly. The offer made Roger smile from ear to ear, suddenly a lot brighter than he had been a second ago.

About 15 minutes later, with nothing but humming and the occasional cough from Roger, she returned to the sick blonde, setting the soup down onto his table.

“Jo, dear, I would say it smells great but I can’t breathe out of my fucking nose,” Roger joked lightheartedly, his voice stuffed up and congested.

“Yes, I can hear it from your voice, dummy,” She chuckled softly, watching as he shakily grabbed for the bowl and tried to feed himself. He began to cough violently, his entire body convulsing as he did—to which she quickly took the bowl from him as he turned his back to her, hunching over into his arm to try and conceal his germs from her.

Roger groaned after, sniffling weakly, “Jesus. How pathetic am I? Not even able to feed myself.”

“Hey. It’s alright, I’m here, I can help,” Johanna offered gently, taking the bowl in her own hands and dipped the spoon into the liquid.

Roger raised an eyebrow, “Are you kidding?”

“Would you like 1st degree burns or what?”

Roger shut up.

She fed him slowly, until she realised this sparkly, soft look on his eyes she didn’t quite understand. His eyes were glazed and droopy, almost whimsical.

“..Rog..?”

“Sorry, Jo. It’s just that you’re so beautiful.”

Johanna blushed, clearing her throat, looking away for a moment as she tried to collect herself, heart racing. She looked back at him, and promptly placed her hand on his forehead.

“It’s your fever talking,” She choked out, mostly speaking for herself.

“You’re always here for me. You’re so kind and gentle and you always make feel needed. You do the work that nobody wants to do, for me. And you will never understand how grateful I am,” Roger slurred feverishly, a lazy, but soft smile playing on his lips.

“O-okay, Rog, maybe you should get some sleep,” Johanna cut in quickly, feeling her heart racing in both fear, but also excitement. She quickly set the soup away and rushed away from the couch, making herself busy by finding a towel to dampen, unable to face this situation right now.

Once she had found it, she had calmed down considerably. She came back to him slowly, with the drummer already lying down on the couch, cheeks flushed, eyes closed. She sighed fondly at the sight of him, placing the towel over his forehead.

“..Please..stay with me..?” Roger whimpered quietly, his face scrunching up in discomfort.

She could never say no to him.

She lifted his head, with ease—Roger was surprisingly light, and sat down on the couch, gently placing his head on her lap, her fingers immediately lacing themselves into his hair.

Roger made a sound of delight, similar to a purr, curling up against her.

“..God I wish I could..” Roger started quietly, but trailed off. She wasn’t sure if it was his sickness or if he had stopped himself. Perhaps a mixture of both.

“..yes..?” She encouraged.

Roger shook his head, “Thank you. Thank you for being here with me. This is so selfish, but I really hope the day where you realise I’m not worth all of this trouble never comes.”

“There will be no such day, Rog, c’mon..I think..I think we’re pretty good, actually, I could keep going like this for a long time,” She reassured, continuing to run her hands through his hair.

He smiled sadly at her, his eyes twinkling with this sadness that she wasn’t sure what to think of, “..I wish I could tell you..”

His eyes drooped closed just shortly after, falling into a slumber. She blinked, completely shaken and unsure of what to do. But she always felt safe when she was with him, and she might as well enjoy this moment.

They would figure it all out another day.

[ladywritesthings]

Jack in Wonderland, chapter 2

Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown Pairing: Jack/Kimiko

AO3

Kimiko Tohomiko prided herself on being a good person. She literally spent her childhood directly combating the forces of evil, for God’s sake.

Yeah, she might have let her temper get the best of her once or twice, and okay, sure, maybe she shouldn’t have beaten the stuffing out of Jack Spicer more than once just for shits and giggles, but she couldn’t imagine a reason to deserve this. Raimundo had done way worse things than her in his youth — switching to the Heylin side for starters, hello — and he ended up their leader at the Xiaolin Temple.

He hadn’t woken up one morning as a rabbit.

She heard Jack before she saw him, screaming bloody murder as he plummeted. She couldn’t exactly fault him for it — the fall was terrifying, and even she would have screamed were she able to — but she could find his high pitched screeching incredibly annoying.

She wondered if he’d survive the fall. She had, a few times now — although how, she had no idea — but the spattering of suspicious dark smears that speckled the ground and surrounding walls in the general area around the mouth of the tunnel was… concerning. It always gave her chills, coming back here. Her nose twitched as she inched back a bit, his shrieks rapidly becoming louder as he fell. She remembered him being surprisingly resilient when they were kids, but it didn’t hurt to remove herself from the splash zone, just in case.

He appeared suddenly in a blur of flailing limbs and a resounding crunch as he collided headfirst with the enormous pile of sticks and leaves that served as the only barrier between the freefall and cracked marble tile. For someone as tiny as she was right now, it wasn’t too bad as far as cushions went, but for a grown man… She squeezed her eyes shut just before impact — he might not be her favorite person in the world, but she didn’t need to watch his bloody demise either.

“Oh my God.”

She hesitated very briefly before daring to open her eyes again, and was greeted with the sight of a disheveled, terrified-looking Jack Spicer, sticks in his hair and a smudge of dirt on his nose. He looked around wildly, eyes bulging, only his head visible from her frustratingly low vantage point.

“What… what the fuck?” he breathed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped harshly. “What the fuck?”

He crawled haltingly out of the sticks, wincing as he went, and Kimiko shrank instinctively in the admittedly sparse cover of shadow she was in. He hadn’t appeared to have noticed her yet, and suddenly she was very keen to keep it that way. Except as he extracted himself roughly onto the filthy tile, feverishly trying to dust some of the dirt on his jacket, some of that dust wafted over in her direction.

Oh no.

She tried to hold it in, she really did, but her nose began twitching of its own accord and her eyes were watering with the effort. ‘Not yet,’ she thought desperately, ‘not now. Don’t make me—’

He caught sight of her just before she lost the battle. “You,” he said, blinking at her. “What are you — how’d you get down here?”

‘Shit,’ she thought, and sneezed.

The transformation was violent and instantaneous. One second she was huddled in a corner, face three inches off the ground — the next, she towered over Jack’s quivering form, limbs crying out in agony as the world exploded into color. It almost knocked her off-balance, going so suddenly from four legs to two, her floppy rabbit ears transforming back into long pigtails as her actual ears moved back down her skull in a fraction of a second. She wobbled on her heels, but caught herself before she could face-plant onto Jack goddamn Spicer, gritting her teeth against the pain and the vertigo. She was better than that.

If his eyes had been bulging before, they were practically popping out of their sockets now. His gaze migrated up her figure, cheeks reddening, from her thigh-high socks slinking past the tops of her stupidly impractical high-heeled boots, up her absurdly short skirt and its matching tweed vest, to the top hat perched somehow at an impossible angle on the top of her head. He gulped loudly. “Kimiko?”

She tugged at the hem of her skirt self-consciously and scowled. “Spicer,” she replied shortly.

“What the — But you were…? And how did…? A rabbit?” He shook his head as if to clear it, his hair showering leaves and broken twigs. “I must be dreaming.”

“Sorry, no chance,” she said, but he was still shaking his head.

“No, no, I fell asleep in the woods, and now I’m dreaming.” He eyed her again with renewed interest and a slow, lopsided grin spread across his face. “What’s cookin’, good-lookin’?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

In an instant she’d laid him flat on his back with a boot to the chest, heel digging hard into his stomach. “Don’t,” she hissed.

“Oh boy, oh geeze, not a dream,” he whimpered, eyes watering. “I’m sorry, okay? Let me go!”

She let him suffer for a few more seconds before she freed him. “Nice to see you’re still just as spineless as I remember,” she commented drily as he wheezed, clutching his chest.

“You’re mean,” he said, rubbing the spot where her heel had been. “And strong. How was I supposed to know? I was at a party, just minding my own business, and suddenly I’m falling and you were a bunny with a top hat, and—”

“Don’t remind me,” she muttered.

“—And now I’m somewhere underground being assaulted, and, and…” He looked around properly for the first time, eyes wide. “Where are we?”

“I…” Kimiko hesitated. She considered lying for only the briefest of moments, but showing temporary weakness in front of Jack Spicer was the lesser of two evils at the moment. “I don’t know,” she admitted reluctantly.

“You don’t know? How could you not know?” He gestured wildly at her. “You were a rabbit!” he exclaimed, as if that would somehow bestow her with encyclopedic knowledge of their current circumstances.

“I know, okay?” She folded her arms, gritting her teeth as the dull ache in her limbs twinged at the action. “But I don’t know why. Or where we are. Or why you’re here.”

He picked at the leaves in his lap with the hesitant air of someone caught between disgust and intrigue. “Why am I here?” he mused vaguely, before fixing her with an accusatory glare. “You brought me here.”

She curled her lip. “Believe me, I already wish I hadn’t,” she spat. “I forgot how annoying you are.”

He stuck his tongue out at her in response.

She rolled her eyes and turned to regard the length of the hallway, which was dim and empty and seemingly endless. She didn’t want to go back down it, but that little anxious tug somewhere in her stomach was back, urging her on. She couldn’t ignore it. She’d already tried.

She got about five steps before his voice stopped her, now tinged with panic. “Wait, where are you going?”

She exhaled deeply through her nose before spinning back on her heel. “Away from you,” she said, which wasn’t technically a lie, but perhaps a tad cruel as his eyes widened comically.

“W-wait! You can’t just leave me here!” He shuffled towards her on his knees, leaves trailing after him.

She rolled her eyes. “Watch me.”

“B-but we were just starting to get along!” he said, making the most pathetic attempt at a winning smile she’d seen in a long time. “What’s it been, five years? Six? There’s so much to catch up on… How’s, uh, the gang these days?”

“First of all, it’s been eight years, and no, we don’t. Also, none of your business. I have to go.” The tugging was more insistent now, and her fingers were starting to twitch.

“Please, no, wait!” He scrambled to his feet and suddenly he was looking down at her now. She blinked at the sudden change. He’d always been taller than her, and had obviously seemed ridiculously so when she first saw him as a rabbit, but he’d seemed like the kind of person who’d done all his growing at once and peaked at 14. On those few times he’d crossed her mind in later years, she’d always assumed she would have kind of caught up to him by now. Clearly that wasn’t the case — the top of her head barely cleared his shoulders, and she had a feeling that was only because of the heels. She scowled.

“Spicer, I don’t have time for this,” she said impatiently, turning away again. “I have to go.”

“Go where?”

“Just… go.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do? You brought me here, and now you’re just gonna leave?”

“Looks like it.”

“How am I supposed to get back?”

Kimiko exhaled loudly. “I don’t know, okay? Figure it out.”

He paused, turning to inspect the gaping mouth of the tunnel in the ceiling, which suddenly wasn’t quite so gaping any more. He stared at it. “It’s closed,” he said, unnecessarily.

She’d been dreading that possibility. “So it seems,” she said flatly. “It does that sometimes.”

“Is that… blood?”

Kimiko shrugged. “Might be.”

He looked back at her nervously. “We’re stuck,” he said.

“Yeah.”

His lip trembled. “Have I ever mentioned that I don’t like being stuck? Underground? In the dark? With blood?”

“It’s probably come up at some point,” she said dismissively. “Good luck with that.” She started walking.

In his defense, it took a whole thirty seconds before she heard him frantically running after her. “Hey, Kimiko, wait up!” His voice echoed over the empty tiled hall.

She counted to ten in her head, very slowly. “I’m not your babysitter, Jack.”

“Hey, you got me into this mess in the first place,” he retorted. “I would be happily recovering from a food coma right now if it weren’t for you, you can’t just abandon me.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t have to follow me, you know.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do? A rabbit pops up out of nowhere in a suit and a top hat and you expect me to ignore it?” He gestured to her outfit. “I mean, what is this? How do you keep your hat like that?”

“I never pegged you for a fashion geek,” she said, avoiding the question.

“I’m not, I just…” He gestured wildly, and accidentally knocked the hat off her head entirely. It fell to the floor with a muted thump. He froze instantly, expression like a deer in headlights. It would have been funny, if the growing pit of anxiety in her stomach hadn’t been gnawing at her. “I-I’m sorry!” he squeaked. “Please don’t kill—”

The hat was on her head again, although neither of them moved. He stared at it.

“It’s fine,” she said stiffly. “It happens sometimes.”

He knocked the hat off again. It came back.

“I-it…” he began haltingly, and raised a hand to push it again.

She smacked his arm away. “Will you stop that?” she said irritably.

He blinked rapidly, mouth flapping open and closed like a fish out of water, his already pasty skin utterly bloodless at this point. “What is this place?” he whispered hoarsely.

“If I ever find out, I’ll let you know,” she said curtly, and began walking again. The anxiety vanished instantly.

He stumbled after her. “H-hey, I was thinking,” he said, voice wavering and thin. “Maybe I could come with you.”

“Oh, really,” she said flatly.

“Y-yeah, um… You’re going somewhere right? Maybe I could help.”

“Help?” she repeated with a scoff. “What makes you think you could help?”

“Hey, I’m a resourceful guy,” he said, a little defensively. “I have skills.”

She snorted. “Well, if I ever need someone to do a little figure skating or fix a toaster or something, I know who to call,” she said sarcastically.

“Look, we’re all alone down here, and we don’t know where we are or why we’re here, a-and this place is really dark and weird…” He inhaled shakily. “A-and maybe you need a little moral support.”

She side-eyed him. “Moral support,” she repeated in amusement. “From you.”

“Yeah, like, so you don’t get lonely. Or — or scared.”

She fought to keep a straight face. “Scared,” she said. “Let me guess, this would be entirely for my benefit?”

His jaw tightened. “Let’s call it a… mutually beneficial arrangement.”

She pursed her lips. “You’re just going to follow me around no matter what I say, aren’t you?” she asked rhetorically.

He had the grace to look embarrassed. “Probably, yeah,” he admitted. “I mean, c’mon, we’re the closest things to allies we have right now, and we stand a better chance of finding a way out of here together, right?”

“You mean, you stand a better chance of finding a way out of here together,” she corrected with a smirk. “I’m pretty sure I’d do just fine without you.”

“Oh, yeah, Kimiko, I’m so sorry! I totally forgot, I’m completely useless without you around to hold my hand,” he snapped. “It’s not like I’m a certified genius or anything. And you can just forget all those times I helped you and your buddies at the temple way back when. Remember when Wuya ruled the world? Because I sure don’t.”

She exhaled in annoyance. “Relax, Jack.”

He held up a hand. “No, no, you’re absolutely right,” he said, “I should just stay here, leave you to your super important secret mission with your magic hat. Wouldn’t want to get in your way or anything.”

She smacked his hand down irritably. “You’re such a drama queen,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Do what you like. It’s a free country. I think.”

Jack’s demeanor changed instantly. “So I can come with you?” he asked brightly.

She groaned. “I regret it already.”

“Sweet.”

Thankfully that was the last conversation they had for a while. She was honestly shocked when fifteen minutes had passed without him saying anything at all, and she took advantage of the silence to examine him out of the corner of her eye. Personality aside — which she was slightly dismayed to report was just as annoying as it had been ten years ago — it was almost hard to believe this was the same kid who used to run around with a monkey tail half the time.

His frame was still lanky, although the precise shape of him was hard to tell under the comically large suit jacket he was wearing. She thought he was rich, or at least had enough money to buy clothes that fit him, but he clearly hadn’t gotten the memo. Those silly fingerless gloves he used to wear covered his hands, and his nails were black and surprisingly well-manicured. The eyeliner was the same, but his face had lost most of the baby fat and he actually had a discernible bone structure now. A jawline, for starters. A pointed chin. His hair, now devoid of sticks, flopped slightly into his eyes, and he’d apparently decided that gauges were still a thing — his were black, of course. Metallic.

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “What are you staring at?”

“You look like the eighties threw up on you.”

He sniffed. “And you look like an anime character, but you don’t see me eyeing you like a piece of meat.”

“No, you’re right,” she said. “You did plenty of that back at the tunnel.”

His ears turned pink. “I thought I was dreaming,” he said defensively. “D’you honestly think I’d have — well, I didn’t think you were real.”

“Oh, yeah? Dream of me often, do you?” It wasn’t meant as a flirtation, and he didn’t take it that way.

“No. But if a rabbit turns into a chick in thigh high socks, do you honestly expect me to assume it’s real life?” He looked away again, shoved his hands in his pockets. “Sorry.”

She sighed. “It’s fine, I guess.” They fell silent again.

“Geeze, how long is this hallway?” he said finally. “Feels like we’ve been walking forever.”

“It varies, I think.” She frowned slightly. “But this is the longest it’s taken for me, anyway.”

“What do you mean, ‘it varies’?” he said, a tinge of nervousness entering his voice. “We’re not gonna be trapped in here forever, are we?”

“…No?” She hadn’t meant for it to sound like a question, and winced slightly when it did.

Jack stopped in his tracks. “We’re gonna die down here,” he said.

“Calm down, we’re not gonna die,” she said, annoyance starting to rise again. “I’m sure we’ll get there soon.”

“I don’t wanna die down here,” he said tearfully, wringing his hands. “Ashley owes me pudding cups.”

“You’ll get your pudding cups, you big baby, now come on.” She yanked at his sleeve and he followed her automatically, still whimpering. It would probably have been easier to drag him by an actual body part, but she refused to touch his hands, clammy and gross as they probably were.

“Have I ever told you that I don’t like being trapped underground?” he whined piteously.

“You’ve mentioned it,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Because I really don’t like being trapped underground.”

“I don’t seem to remember you having a problem in Wuya’s dungeon,” she said.

“That was different,” he insisted. “There was light. And we weren’t underground. Not like this.”

“Tell you what, Jack,” she said. “How’s about you stop whining, and I don’t leave you here all by yourself, hmm?”

He shut up after that.

It took another five minutes before she felt the tugging again, deep in the pit of her stomach. As uncomfortable as it was, she almost sighed in relief. Something must have shown in her body language though, because Jack snapped instantly to attention. “What?” he said. “What is it?”

“We’re here,” she said.

“Where? You just stopped, and—” He blinked. “Oh.”

The hall had changed, mostly because they weren’t in the hall anymore. They were in a vast room — a chamber, really, long and stretching and spacious — warmly lit and covered, floor to ceiling, in doors.

Tall doors, wooden doors, round doors. Upside-down doors. Metal doors. Doors that started halfway up the wall, doors crammed in the tiny spaces between other doors, doors half-concealed by curtains, and doors with no knobs. Jack gaped. “What the…?” He spun around slowly, taking in the absurdity of it all, and stopped. “Kimiko?” he said quietly, urgently. “Where’s the hallway?”

“We left the hallway,” she said absently. She’d already left his side and followed the tugging, wafting from one side of the room to the other, trying to figure out where.

“Clearly,” he said nervously. “But… where did it go?”

“Somewhere else, I guess.” It wasn’t working. She felt her anxiety building, but this time it wasn’t the artificial kind that came when she was “late.” This was all her, because if she didn’t find the right door, she would be late. She didn’t fully understand why, or what she’d be late for, but…

“What are you doing?” He’d sidled up to her again and she hadn’t even noticed. “You look weird.”

“You look weird,” she retorted.

“No, like… Are you feeling okay? Because if you freak out on me, we’re both screwed.” He tittered nervously.

“I can’t find it.”

His brow furrowed. “Find what?”

“The door, dumbass. The door, the door, I can’t find the door.”

He glanced around them. “Well, have I got some great news for you about where we happen to be right now.”

“This is no time for jokes,” she snapped. “I have to go, I’m going to be late!”

“K-Kimiko, maybe you should calm down,” he said tentatively.

“You calm down!” she yelled.

He skittered back, cowering. “M-maybe we should just try some doors,” he suggested.

She stared at him. “Try some doors?” she repeated.

“Yeah! Do you have a key?”

“…A key?”

“O-or we could try without a key first,” he continued hurriedly. He scampered over to the nearest one, an imposing oak that looked like it belonged in a medieval castle, and jiggled the handle. “See? Locked.” He fumbled through his pockets and fished out a small pocket knife, which he used to gouge a small notch into the wood. “One down, lots to go.” He grinned that stupid, nervous grin at her.

…Yeah, that could work, she supposed. Her anxiety drained instantly.

“I — I’m sorry,” she said distantly.

Jack sagged against the wall when he realized she wasn’t going to attack him. “Oh, thank God,” he said. “Have I told you recently how terrifying you are?”

“Not in the past decade, no.” She fished a hatpin out of the brim of her still-jaunty hat and twisted the handle on the closest door. Locked. She marked it.

This was going to take forever.

[thomaspatterson1989]

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[kristinchieko]

20 Month Post

Dear Karis,

Soon you will be 20 months old! (Even though this post is dated for June 4th, I actually composed it on May 20-something.)

I started to record your words back in March. Here are your first 100 words! (not exactly in this order)

1. ball

2. up

3. baba (bottle)

4. juice

5. blueberry

6. apple

7. cookie/Cookie (for Cookie Monster)

8. bubble

9. up above (star)

10. mama

11. dada

12. nene (sleep)

13. airplane

14. Elmo

15. bird/Bird (for Big Bird)

16. Oscar (the Grouch)

17. Abby (also from Sesame Street)

18. flower

19. rice

20. ka-boo (peek-a-boo)

21. panda

22. down

23. shoes

24. outside

25. owl

26. spoon

27. PB (peanut butter)

28. Uncle

29. Auntie

30. keys

31. bunny

32. Grandma

33. cake

34. heart

35. arm

36. zoo

37. car

38. phone

39. clock

40. Stitch

41. duck

42. bee

43. spin

44. milk

45. Aquaphor

46. knee

47. monkey

48. baby

49. please

50. hi/bye

51. fork

52. bow

53. cat

54. all done/all gone

55. dirty

56. bless you (after someone sneezes)

57. horse

58. mouth

59. eyes/eyeballs

60. nose

61. ears

62. Maggie

63. broccoli

64. house

65. money

66. hot

67. jacket

68. cereal/cheerios

69. egg

70. farm

71. wipes

72. elephant

73. hippo

74. turtle

75. buckle/unbuckle

76. button

77. comb

78. napkin

79. foot/feet

80. prune

81. block

82. yo-yo

83. bracelet

84. belly

85. bear

86. pig

87. socks

88. snack

89. fan

90. blanket

91. kiss

92. hug

93. car seat

94. high chair

95. cold

96. pink

97. blue

98. yellow

99. lion

100. shark

101. stairs

102. shake

103. fork

104. soap

105. cow

106. face

107. paw

108. bib

109. booger

110. bug

111. itchy

112. Pisses (Paris)

113. Kisses (Karis)

I recorded past your first 100 since some of these were names and some I haven’t heard for myself (others told me you said them), so I wasn’t sure if those should count. 

You also know a lot of animal sounds: moo, quack quack, baa, ooh-ooh-ah-ah, neigh, rarrr! And you try to snort like a pig but it’s basically you just pushing air out of your nose.

And you’re starting to string words together! Dada work/Mama work/Grandma work. Grandma house. Baby cry. Where’s Elmo. It’s a money. It’s a fart. Dada fart. Grandma fart. (All the most important things, obviously.)

It’s amazing how quickly you’re learning! I was able to record your words in order maybe up to #14. And then all of a sudden you’re bringing me objects and telling me their names, or we’re walking by something and you stop and point and tell me what it is! 

And you do the funniest, coolest things. You love giving people the fist to “pound it.” You change your dance moves according to the music (from swaying to stomping to head banging). You pick diapers up off the floor and throw them away (not that we leave a lot of diapers laying around... but if we don't throw it away immediately, you’re on it!) You like to turn around in your highchair at restaurants and sit it in backwards so you’re facing the tables beside us, and no one around you can eat because they’re all just oohing and aahing and giggling at you as you smile and make faces and wave. You yell “Bye yo!” (bye y’all?) at people if they walk away without paying attention. You’ve put your snack bag on over your shoulder and called “bye yo” to me as you walked toward the front door. You put your little Hello Kitty purse on when it’s time to go and bring our shoes to us (Mama shoes. Dada shoes.) Auntie Alyss said she saw you bow your head, make some soft muttering noises, then say, “Amen” before eating!

You’ve gotten very comfortable at Daycare now! Judy says you’re not a huge fan of sharing. Well, that’s not exactly true -- you like people sharing with you! I guess it just doesn’t seem like sharing when you’re the only one taking toys and food away from the other kids. I’m sure you’d be cool with it if they did the same to you, though. And who made Judy the boss of what sharing looks like anyway?

I think you’re pretty smart. Most of the time when you’re throwing a fit or getting whiny because you want something, I just say, “Say please,” and you’ll stop mid head-throw, tears streaming down your face, and say, “Please.” And then you’ll wait patiently while I get whatever it is you were asking for. 

You’re also compassionate. You’ve given hugs and kisses when we’ve told you we were sick or hurting. And if we pretend-cry because you have something you won’t give us, you lower your head and look up at us with those big, round eyes of yours... and sometimes give in.

That’s another thing -- you’re pretty determined. Maybe strong-willed is more accurate? That’s nothing new, though -- they were saying that the day you were born. Our “fights” have mostly been over clothes and shoes so far. See these pictures? 

These are just a few of the times when you’ve insisted on dressing/accessorizing your way. (I don’t know what it is with those orange pants and the Christmas light pants... you always want to wear them. And these blue Crocs Auntie Danes gave you that Kyrie grew out of. One thing they all have in common -- they don’t match anything!)

There was one time where you did okay, though: 

(You chose the vest and when I told you it was time to go, you made sure to grab a bag that matched your outfit! It may just have been luck that day, though, sorry to say. You insisted on dragging that bag around for a while after that.)

Your new most-requested song is “ABC, ABC” -- when Elmo sings the alphabet with India Arie. Sometimes you’ll still ask for “Cece” (Cecilia and the Satellite). And Andrew McMahon’s other songs still seem to do the trick in keeping you calm at times... but your fave is definitely anything where Elmo’s high-pitched voice makes a cameo. 

Here are some of our favorite pics of you from the past few months:

Easter at Panda Inn

Scooter ride with Kyrie (riding in cars with boys already!)

Petting a snake at Mason’s party... the only girl who wasn’t afraid!

Cabrillo Aquarium with Aunt B

Swimming!

Being your little fab self

Again with the Fab

And again.

Peek-a-boo! (this was a selfie)

A day at the Zoo!

“Surprise Face!”

BUBBLES! 

Outsmarting your stroller in your lady bug dress (one of your favs).

And some of my favorite moments with you...

Our mornings together! Snuggling in bed, you sitting on the kitchen counter while I make breakfast, watching you feed yourself with a spoon (you always ask for a “poon” now and are getting really good at using it!), you sitting on the bathroom counter, brushing your teeth while I brush mine, then watching me get ready and trying to copy me with Q-tips and chapstick and eyeliner.

I love the soft way you look at me when we’re sharing a pillow, and when you voluntarily give me kisses and hugs! And how you make a little whimpering noise when I pick you up after being away, and you’re happy to see me.

And just today, you, Daddy, and I were all lying on the bed together, trying to get you to go to sleep -- you looked at Daddy like you were going to kiss him... then you pulled out your hand, squeezed his nose, and said, “beep beep!”

Well it’s getting past midnight now, so I should go to sleep. I love you, my sweet Karis. You bring so much joy everywhere you go!

Love, 

Mom