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weare0ne · 3 years

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𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘂𝗺’𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘅𝗼

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍- 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 ! -> @bigbrainenergytingz

suho (sureum):

you KNOW the nation’s leader takes care of his girl

she IS baby in his eyes and it will remain that way even when she's an old woman

they're close and she's lowkey his favorite (because she laughs at his jokes)

she relies on suho a lot and he does all he can to support her and care for her

it's hard being the only girl in EXO of all groups because they're literally royalty

so suho HYPES HER UP

was super clingy when he enlisted (she visits them all when they do) but god it’s CONSTANT texts shes crazy

lots of love with them

sureum things !

-> suho making sure she gets water first at concerts/shows/schedules

-> areum rubbing his back reassuringly when they clown him (even tho she does it too)

-> each other’s biggest cheerleaders

-> walking/biking together

xiumin (xiureum):

they have a really chill friendship and cute ass moments

she's his fan and they have lots of inside jokes

she was nervous around all of the members when she joined the group, but she found xiumin very approachable

she's Tiny and xiumin thinks it's so cute and looks at her with big, big love

Must Protect Them because they're so sweet and wholesome

areum didn't like coffee until xiumin made some for her .. to this day, she only drinks it if he makes it

SHE KNOCKED HIM OVER WHEN HE CAME BACK AFTER HIS ENLISTMENT SHE MISSED HER BAOZI

cuties !! best boy and best girl !!

xiureum things !

-> cleaning together, because theyre the best at it

-> café dates

-> picking each other for everything just to spite the others

-> maknae and fake maknae

lay (layreum):

no one, and i repeat NO ONE, should ever say that lay is no longer apart of exo

areum gets scary sometimes. she has and will still yell if someone dares to say that

she is the biggest fan of his solo work !! number one lay zhang stan

she thinks he is SO MF FUNNY. BUT whenever he says something dirty she hits his arm

he thinks she's adorable and always pats her head and tells her that she looks nice

before lay went to china they always had fun and went out together

always says hi to lay whenever exo is on a show or something and always mentions him in speeches

she's gone to china multiple times to visit him- he's one of her best friends, and she misses him so very much

layreum things !

-> random sightings of them walking around in the city

-> hugs and hugs and hugs

-> areum thinking lay is the funniest person to exist

-> lay being a smiley doofus because areum is so sweet and precious with him

baekhyun (baekeum):

they tease each other constantly and are always very involved with each other's lives

he got sad when she turned down the offer to be in superm, but he understands her desire to develop her solo career and be devoted to solely exo

makes it KNOWN that they all love their girl to death and that exo wouldn't be exo without her

so much pda !! they cling to each other a lot and there's lots of cheek kisses

they clarified, though, that they're purely best friends and baek told everyone sternly that it's not kind to be jealous or rude to areum just because they love him

vocal LEGENDS and he always hypes her singing

SHE hypes his solo career- name a bigger baekhyun stan. i'll wait.

besties, legends, the best

baekeum things !

-> being clingy and holding on to each other a lot

-> laughing fits and being a comedic duo

-> baekhyun being her actual embarrassing big brother

-> always going out of their way to promote each other

chen (reumchen):

the godmother of his baby

chen is the nation's dad, and he dads areum all the time

she got SO pissed when people were blacklisting him for his marriage and the baby

jongdae’s like. a dad figure for her but also her big brother

she’s VERY defensive of him and vice versa- he HATES areum hate

really really close with his wife too!! they’re besties nd hang out

they play around a lot and have background moments that fans notice and it’s SO funny

she makes sure to visit his wife and daughter a lot since he’s enlisted :(( tears were shed nd she misses him

reumchen things !

-> chen ruffling her hair

-> randomly harmonizing or singing

-> yelling when they talk it’s a problem

-> chen being a protective father

chanyeol (reumyeol):

chanyeol has been in love with her since he met her like. for nine years now. he’s been in love with her

chanyeol is a PUPPY he is SOFT he is A BABY when it comes to areum and E V E R Y O N E can tell that she’s the love of his life

SHE. DOESNT NOTICE. AT ALL. even lee sooman HIMSELF is like “get it together smh areum just love him already”

meanwhile shes like !! wow chanyeol is the sweetest he’s such a great friend !!

but he loves her so much he’d take friendship over just not having her in his life

yeah he’s pure asf when it comes to her .. for the most part hehe

they’ve gone on so many dates and hang out SO much it’s maddening

she’s the one who started calling him loey

and yes she cries/gets sad SO MF MUCH EVERY DAY because her best friend is enlisted and she can’t imagine spending that much time without him

reumyeol things !

-> cuddles and affection (a LOT more off camera)

-> areum refusing to leave him in the studio at night and falling asleep while he’s working

-> chanyeol being WHIPPED and going everywhere with her/helping her whenever he can

-> so many collabs/covers

d.o. (kyungreum):

the most popular ship (aside from reumyeol)

wbk kyungsoo is a gentleman and he showcases it when it comes to areum

protects her in public situations

he always makes her laugh and the way he laughs at her is !! so mf SWEET !!

they also were in be positive/positive physique together and had those kiss scenes 😳

chanyeol is convinced he’s secretly in love with her and vice versa

BUT the truth is that they’re just friends. the kiss scene made them laugh nd weirded them out but it looked good because it was ACTING

these nerds are just besties they have long talks and it’s 🥺 she cried so much when he enlisted and visited him and texted him lots

kyungreum things !

-> escorts her at events, gives her his coat to cover her, making sure she isn’t harassed in public

-> very comfortable with each other, especially after their kiss scenes

-> kyungsoo teaches her to cook

-> areum gives him advice about ✨girls✨ or helps him out when he needs it

kai (kaireum):

jongin and areum .. think of the SEXY ! on stage anyway

IRL THEYRE SUCH LIL PISSBABY NERDS. they’re just. teddy bears. softies

when they dance together it’s BEAUTIFUL it’s AMAZING it’s SHOW STOPPING their charisma on stage!! unparalleled!!

she’s said that kai’s voice is her most favorite in the group and that it has a pretty color to it

adorable playful sleepy buds

he wishes she had chosen to join superm with them :( but like baek, he gets it

she’d rather him wear crop tops than her (she hypes him in them when he gets shy)

she went undercover as one of the backup dancers in mmmh because he wanted her to and it was ICONIC especially because fans were just freaking out trying to put the pieces together

kaireum things !

-> linking pinkies

-> helping him to keep his relationships PRIVATE + areum shipping jenkai (which is still currently happening idc)

-> jongin being her stylist

-> LOUD HAPPY LAUGHS

sehun (sereum):

sehun never fails to make her laugh

but quite frankly even tho she is the youngest HE is still the maknae because he Just Is and everyone can agree

he will pout if she’s getting treated like the maknae he’s lowkey salty because he was SUPPOSED to be the maknae however he still loves her and they’re iconic siblings

they exchange lots of looks and gossip like crazy

areum LOVES dogs she loves the group’s pets but pretends to not like vivi because sehun has made him spoiled

they just sit and clown everyone and don’t give a single shit about it

they know all of each other’s business and even tho sehun thinks she is THE Dumb Bitch she’s HIS dumb bitch

if areum has to act cute or sexy he bursts out laughing

sereum things !

-> they expose each other on the daily

-> exo’s resident sassy mfs

-> lots of public dates

-> sehun shipping reumyeol but also thinking they’re dumb and he is very tired of it

#𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘂𝗺;; 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 #𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘂𝗺;;#𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘂𝗺;;#exo tenth member #exo addition #exo female addition #exo female member #exo oc #exo #kpop added member #kpop female addition #kpop female member #kpop oc #kpop addition #koc

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highly-flammable · 3 years

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Reacting to Legacies 3x03 (SPOILERS):

1. So ARE we FINALLY getting to some proper firstborn Mikaelson witch breakdowns?

2. Oh well, apparently no. They'll just try to wave it off as some one time thing probably.

3. So Hope and Landon are on a break. Okay. TBH watching them sass each other is interesting.

4. The guidance counselor is pretty much a compulsion monster, is that it? Well, I do like his wardrobe.

5. Alyssa's concern for MG is so fake I can't.

6. Nobody other than Jed read for Stefan? THE DISRESPECT.

7. Lizzie playing Caroline makes total sense but them asking Josie to play the lead without even an audition looks a bit bad TBH. Like, give the other interested people a chance, at least.

8. I find it a bit repetitive how there are mind-controlling monsters popping out again and again.

9. So MG is basically going through a phase similar to what Cami was going through when Klaus used to compel her at the beginning of TO. Considering Quincy's fondness for Cami, he must have liked playing that.

10. I understand that Landon is supposed to be a capable songwriter in-universe but it takes more than that to write and direct a musical and it's very weird that they didn't even find a guest star to pose as a Drama or English teacher who is guiding him or something. WHERE ARE ALL THE TEACHERS?

11. I kinda feel like some of the lead characters in this show are colour-coded. I see Hope and Landon in red and blue a lot (the two gowns we have seen Hope wearing also fall into this pattern) and Josie wears yellow in like, every other episode. If I recall correctly, Lizzie wears a lot of white, too. I wonder what the reasoning behind these choices are.

12. Well, I liked Hope and Landon's relationship in S1, I have no idea what was going on with it in S2, and I still don't know what to think about it.

13. Lizzie casts herself in Caroline's role and then chokes at rehearsal. Not totally unrealistic but still feels a bit forced to me. Would have been better if Landon cast her because she's Caroline's daughter and Lizzie was a bit apprehensive in the first place because she didn't want to mess up the role.

14. I appreciate the show taking a moment to talk about Lizzie's bipolar disorder though. It's been a while.

15. "Bonnie just disappears for long periods of time"? Dude, she's still super important and you're putting her in the play. Right? RIGHT?!

16. Landon, THANK YOU for pointing out how weird Caroline and Alaric's relationship was. The guy deadass got engaged to her and had a pissing contest over her with Stefan, that will never not gross me out.

17. So the monster is mind controlling Landon to put Klaus into the play. Saw this coming IG.

18. Hope is painting again, like her dad used to do when he felt things were going out of control. I've been rewatching TO and this is making me so emotional. I MISS KLAUS AND HIS SHENANIGANS. And not a single character on Legacies comes close to Klaus, Elijah and Hayley for me. (Sorry if this hurts anyone's feelings but Legacies really is a downgrade from TVD and TO)

19. Ugh, why would he use the contents of the letter as lyrics? Dude, is it because you're mind-controlled? No, I don't like this. Klaus loved Hope to the ends of the earth and wanted everyone to know but Hope wants to keep things private, and her wishes should have been respected.

20. So apparently Landon tries not to put Klaus' villainous antics into the show. Well, okay, it's definitely a copout but since he is Hope's boyfriend, makes sense. But I don't understand why the musical HAS TO BE about the Salvatore school. The accreditation excuse is lazy, writers! Also, Landon, my dude, Klaus was a major donor of the school. Put that in instead of the other things, stop pissing off your girlfriend FFS. Even if you're mind-controlled 🤦🏻‍♀️

21. I do find it funny how Landon is all gaga over Klaus' use of language though. The guy really did have the best lines, didn't he? (Tied with Elijah, I suppose, for me)

22. The other singers of the first song are really good so Kaylee sounds a bit rusty in comparison. Also, she reminds me too much of Dark!Josie with the hair and makeup. From a distance, she can be mistaken for Nina though.

23. I love that the backstage activities are being shown.

24. I'm digging Jed as Stefan and I really like his singing voice. And the Hero Hair wig cracked me up. Kaleb is obviously good at singing at it's nice to hear more from him. I also like how Chris Lee didn't try to exactly emulate Ian and played Damon how someone who has only heard about him might play him.

25. Is Hope painting herself before the pit or something? Or is this supposed to symbolize her despair at her parents' loss? ALSO, I WANT SOMEONE TO MENTION HAYLEY :( Why is Hayley so ignored?!

26. The same person probably wrote MG's notes and Caroline's letter IRL and therefore, in-universe, MG has Caroline's handwriting and it's funny to me.

27. Jenny sings well, I like it. I don't understand the song though, was Caroline actually ever feeling this insecure? I feel like the song became a lot more about Lizzie than her mother. (It's been forever since I watched TVD, if anyone has yet to guess, I prefer watching TO)

28. The doppelganger thing cracked me up.

29. Wait why did the monster attack Josie?! Ohhhh he's forcing Landon to improvise and put Klaus' song at the end. Well, I guess it makes it seem a bit less like Landon's fault. But would Hope know that?

30. It's hilarious how they lowkey make a call back to Nina leaving TVD and them having to put Elena in a sleep spell though.

31. Landon having a hissy fit is funny to me. Aria needs more comedic scenes.

32. Wait, where did Jade come from? Has she been in the school all these weeks?

33. While the scene seems a bit shabby to me, Klaus talking to Hope reminds me of their scene from TO 4X03. I needed more of Summer Fontana and Joseph Morgan together. Also, the donation did get mentioned, YASSSS. Man did some horrific things but he did fund the school so maybe a little less badmouthing in the presence of his daughter now that you know the story, eh, students?

34. The fact that the guidance counselor actually wore a leather jacket and a henley is cracking me up. It's really bizarre.

35. "Terrible painter" XD Klaus would have eaten you for saying that if he were alive.

36. Um, Hope, wouldn't you ask your family if you are doing enough to make your father proud, instead of this random bloke who supposedly met him once?! Maybe call Freya or Rebekah.

37. Why is this monster being nice to Hope? Doesn't it try to break people up or something? You'd think he'd try to piss her off even more and ruin her relationship with Landon.

38. Stefan was trying to be more like Damon by sacrificing himself? Um, what?

39. Well, this musical at least gave Stefan and Caroline a goodbye scene. I wonder how much the twins remember Stefan, must have been a bit emotional for Lizzie to play that. Jenny's singing was gooood, really liked it.

40. JED WAS GONNA KISS LIZZIE AND I WANTED IT TO HAPPEN. But a forehead kiss does work.

41. Hope's playing Elena now? What?

42. Ngl I want Hope and Jed to be friends. She needs more of a connection to her wolf side. Both of her parents wanted her to be surrounded by wolves and she's barely interacting with the wolves in this show, which always makes me sad.

43. So this monster can also do little spells and move physical objects eh? Whatever, this is random.

44. And this monster brings people back together? Why?

45. So when Hope is singing, is she doing it as Elena or Hope? She came on stage as Elena, but I thought the song is about Hope. So WHAT IS IT?

46. Oh Damon's on stage, so Hope is singing as Elena and it's a call back to the graveyard scene from the TVD finale.

47. Danielle sings pretty well. It's good she decided to perform this time.

48. Okay, that lifting up scene was adorable. I feel like Hope and Landon are at their cutest when they're a bit spontaneous. But she's Elena on stage and it lowkey looks like Landon crashed her romantic scene with Damon to kiss her so I'm cackling.

49. How much older is Jade supposed to be than Josie?

50. So is Josie going to leave the school for a while and that's why Ethan will be back in the picture?

51. Jade used to babysit Josie? Okay, it is hella awkward.

52. Josie why, don't do this, yikes. Kissing her once doesn't make it non-creepy.

53. The Sheriff feels kinda shoehorned to me. Also, I don't care for Matt Davis or his character.

54. So Candice did the voiceover for Caroline's letter. That's nice for the show. I still don't understand why the letter showed up in Hope's fireplace though LOL.

55. This episode should have spent more time exploring the aftermath of the loss of Rafael. The abrupt shift from the last episode wasn't nice.

56. Yeah, kids, talk out your problems, thanks.

57. I feel like Klaus is too much of a controversial figure that Hope's conflict about her father's reputation would be resolved in one day. This is feeling undercooked. Speaking of, when is one of Klaus' or Hayley's enemies coming after Hope, because she did inherit all of them. Would make for better storytelling than this monster of the week nonsense. And yeah, still no mention of Hayley, I hate this.

58. The monster's characterization was really odd to me and I am so tired of this format SMH.

59. So they toyed with MG for weeks to get a vampire for the spell? That sounds like too much effort. There are tons of vampires from Klaus and Rebekah's bloodline, they couldn't find another? Also, I wonder who is the wolf that they will use.

Well, I felt like this episode was mostly okay, but not that well-cooked or epic or whatever. What is horrific is that they didn't show Bonnie, though. They could have at least gotten a female black guest character who is one of the witch students or something. This is very offensive.

Also, I don't think it makes sense for the show to do any more musicals in the future. This ain't Riverdale.

#legacies #legacies cw #hope mikaelson #landon kirby #lizzie saltzman #josie saltzman #kaleb #jed #milton greasley #alyssa chang #jade #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #elena gilbert #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes #cami o'connell

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wsgeon · 3 years

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hey everyone! ummm this is peyton (also the mun of lee hyeon) taking a second shot at a second character — i have a lot of muse for this one, so i swear he’ll be around for a while… 🥵 this is ryu geon, yes his name rhymes with hyeon’s & no i do not care ♥️ he’s the lead guitarist/vocalist of meta and also the son of a former nobody rockstar, but i’ll get into all that below! like this post if you’d like for me to come into your ims to plot, click the read more for more info on geon, and/or click here to be taken to his pages: CAREER, DOSSIER, PINTEREST.

HISTORY.

born in autumn ‘97 to a “budding rockstar” (translation: “no yeah i swear our band’s really starting to take off, we sold twenty-three tickets to our last show!”) & a woman with commitment issues ♥️ geon’s dad always told him that his mom left because she had some dire matters that needed to be taken care of and SWORE that she cried the last time she held her dear baby boy, but all of his dad’s bandmates say that she was just some groupie and had to be persuaded into carrying her child to term… who can say for sure?

naturally, there are no pictures of this mystery woman. there was one (1) of her holding infant geon, but then he found out that that was actually a sound tech who worked for his dad’s band… and he just never corrected geon’s assumptions LOLLLL

anyway! he was always really close to his dad, considering they were a two-person family. he has a set of grandparents, an aunt and a couple cousins but they were never involved with geon’s life because his dad is the #blacksheep of the family. geon and his dad against the world, am i right?

uhhh geon was also kind of a black sheep growing up, but he didn’t really notice? he was a happy kid, very energetic and enthusiastic. a lot of adults in the area looked down on him & his dad, but he was SOOOO blind to it because his dad’s a god in his eyes and HE’S always been nice to everyone, so why would they not like him??? because his clothes smelled a little like dad’s cigarette smoke??? big deal

wasn’t troublesome (beyond talking too much), but a lot of people still expected bad things from him :/ “his father’s a dirtbag, i’ll be surprised if that boy doesn’t end up in jail by 20”, “he won’t amount to anything without a proper role model in his life”, “his dad is teaching him how to slack off”, “he won’t contribute anything to society”, etc. he kindaaa picked up on this as he got older but pretended not to because it was more rewarding to play dumb and keep being a good kid(tm) to prove them wrong

was basically a mini version of his dad. same style, similar features, birthmarks in the same places, same “live today, die tomorrow” approach in life, same affinity for singing & playing rock music. ummm he loved his dad a lot. a lot. a lot. wanted to make him proud SO BAD, started his first band when he was 15 and they sucked so bad but his dad was their biggest fan… you know how it is. a lot of people misunderstood him, but he was a very good guy and such a great parent

TW DEATH unfortunately he passed away just shy of geon’s 18th birthday and your boy still hasn’t forgiven the world for taking his dad when he was in the middle of his angsty teen phase — had he known that their time together was dwindling, he would’ve been so so so much better to him END TW

his dad’s band actually rocketed into the charts after he passed & suddenly they were getting loads of publicity, lots of “what a shame that he went under-appreciated” which pissed geon off SOOOO bad because why couldn’t they have had that energy when he was still alive? he’s still mad about it five/six years later

this is getting kinda long, so uhhh tl;dr, he ended up staying with the drummer of his dad’s band until he was old enough to live alone/READY to live alone, but he changed quite a bit. was really going through it, quit his band, stopped putting effort into school. barely graduated. went from being a social butterfly spending every weekend at a gig or with friends to spending all of his time on a pc or in front of a tv, playing console games. the internet comforted him when nobody else would/could and then he met the future members of meta <33333333 #newbeginnings

present day geon is still struggling, has to go to counseling bi-weekly but he’s coming back out of his shell! he wants to fall in love with life again, just wants to tread carefully... outgoing & will talk to absolutely anyone, but he still spends most of his time alone. hard to reach by text, so if you wanna talk to him, you better call/facetime LMAO. talks a mile a minute, especially if you get him going abt something he really likes. laughs a lot, smiles a lot, more habitual than actual signs of happiness but yk. ummm he has a really loud voice, mostly controlled nowadays but he still gets carried away sometimes. an absolute menace during long drives/flights, sorry meta.

funny but only when he’s in large groups. feeds off of other peoples’ energy, really good at reading a room and breaking the ice/making everyone comfortable, but if you meet him 1-on-1, none of his jokes land quite the same.

i envision him as being the kind of guy who carries himself in such a way that you’d assume he’s really popular/out of reach/maybe even full of himself, but he’s... not like that... at all... in fact, he’s kinda irritating when you get to know him. the personification of a flood followed by a drought and vice versa, always either too much or not enough. gets used/ghosted/dropped/dumped/whatever a lot because he’s soooo fun in the moment (if he isn’t in his feelings), but draining long-term.

really emotionally intelligent, in touch with his feelings in a way that a lot of people never thought he would be (probably thanks to counseling tbh). he’s very very rarely the type of person who will make you wonder what your place in his life is — he’s communicative, kind, honest. ummm he thinks that intimacy between friends needs to be more common, so he’s really affectionate with the people in his life. type of guy to tell you he loves you every chance he gets (calling you when he’s drunk, sounding like a clingy ex type beat) & greet you/depart with a hug. losing his dad kinda fucked him up in the way that he won’t leave/hang up until his friends say “i love you” back, gets kinda (re: very) upset if he’s denied that and/or a hug.

TRIVIA.

has been playing the guitar “longer than he’s been walking” (not really, but he swears it’s true).

uhhh he really likes nail art, but he’s kinda hesitant in what he tries? mainly sticks to black polish (or other plain colors), but sometimes he’ll get little designs added in as well. mainly does it himself because he still doesn’t feel comfortable in salons... if his work looks bad, leave him alone <3 he’s trying

inspired by people like kurt cobain, nicky wire, yungblud, billie joe armstrong & damiano david in the fact that he’s not against wearing dresses or skirts on stage. doesn’t do it ALL the time, but often enough that it doesn’t go unnoticed. some people say that he does it for attention because he doesn’t dress like that elsewhere and tbh they’re probably kinda right

interested in history (only SOME... dinosaurs, ancient civilizations, specialized areas like the history of circuses/clowns/skateboarding/punk, stuff like that yk), stand-up comedy & documentaries. could spend a whole day watching documentaries and would say he had fun, has a lot of useless knowledge that nobody gives a fuck about and is kinda dumb when it comes to things that matter

when it comes to music, he prefers playing really fast and heavy rock or punk over anything else, but he actually listens to a lot more soft indie on his own time... he’s too tense these days to be listening to anything else RIPPP

the vibe: homemade tie-dye, ripped slipknot t-shirts, frosted tips, neon crocs with alien & peace-sign charms, chipped black nail polish, calloused hands, cheesy pick-up lines used NOT to land a date but to pull a smile, driving until he’s lost, stupid socks paired with pressed suits, dramatic poetry in an iphone note, etc.

PLOT IDEAS.

people he met through online support groups about coping with grief

uhhh an on & off relationship that’s been going for who-knows-how-long. the reason for this is up for discussion, but i imagine that he hasn’t given up yet because the constant highs and lows are a good source of inspo 🤪 artists must suffer for their art!

opposite side of the coin — someone he’s interested in, but he’s NOT disloyal so it’s a pattern of persistent courting when he’s single vs intense friend-zoning when he’s not and they’re getting tired of trying to figure out what he wants from them

someone else who likes nail art & can convince him that NOBODY cares if he goes to a salon

someone (probably female but doesn’t really matter tbh) who feels like his feminism is entirely performative… maybe they attack him directly for it or maybe they just REALLY don’t like him and they’re super vague about it idk. either way, please tell him that activism is much more than recommending one female artist a year and saying “clothes have no gender 🤪” so he can be praised for the bare minimum (his heart is in the right place but his skull is empty)

someone super introverted who comes out of their shell with geon! uhhh maybe they think that he’s the one doing them a favor, but in reality spending time with them has been doing wonders for his mental health

other people who like to skate. let’s congregate at the local skatepark and scare the middle schoolers away

someone who inspires him musically, for whatever reason. lots of late nights in studios, idly strumming his guitar and writing lyrics that definitely aren’t about how their eyes look in these dim lights… umm maybe he thinks he has a crush on them but really doesn’t and ends up hurting them eventually, maybe he really DOES have a crush but will (probably) never do anything abt it or maybe it’s entirely platonic and he just admires them a ridiculous amount

someone who likes to make music as a hobby, prob won’t publish/release any of it but it’s fun to imagine. spontaneous meetings with geon in the middle of the night, recording songs together and keeping the WORST takes for the laughs. there’s probably a diss-track of them going in on each other floating around somewhere even though geon can’t rap for shit

night owls who keep him company on the phone, even if they can’t be there physically. them talking really quietly vs geon shouting at them while he plays games LMAO

gaming buddies. come over, maybe you can carry geon through his game of the week or you can both fail but have fun while you’re at it… or you can scream while he fends off that hoard of zombies behind you

i’m typing this at the last minute (literally) so i’m gonna stop here, but i will get a proper plots page put up asap with a wider variety of connections!!! but as always, please do let me know if you have any other ideas. i’m always happy to plot and write with you all 🌚

#ws:intro #frankly my characters end up a lil different from intended 90% of the time soooo take my description of his personality w a grain of salt #this intro is long and illiterate but i'll fix it at a later time

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undercoverpterodactyl · 4 years

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Grad School Zukka

1 - single “dad” Sokka and instead of being his little sister by a few years, Katara is Sokka's baby baby sister who everyone assumes is his kid but he's too tired to care or correct anyone bc he's recovering from

a) his mom dying

b) his girlfriend dying

c) Hakoda and Bato being diplomats or smth who have to travel a lot and not be there for him but can't afford to quit their jobs bc that's what's keeping their house and getting their son his scholarship to keep going to grad school so it’s a lot of skype calls and Sokka not admitting how badly he’s getting touched starved and needs a hug from someone who can wrap their arms all the way around him (Bc baby katara hugs are wonderful but sometimes he wants to be able to be the one feeling small and protected and not the other way around)

2 - Zuko the stable one who lives with Iroh and attends grad school as well as helping his uncle run the popular tea and coffee hotspot near campus, had a rough early childhood but now is very kind and caring and still has a bit of a hot temper but for the right reasons now, doesn't see his mom much bc she also has a job that travels a lot but she visits often enough that he's quite content and happy and he knows staying in one place for too long makes her antsy bc of how his dad was when he was younger before they all managed to get out of the house. Zuko being the one to soften the grief-hardened Sokka and guide HIM out of his shell to heal and care for him.

3 - Azula is still a bitch but like,,, a badass bitch, not an evil crazy person. She is very nice in her own way, she's just very blunt and clipped and struggles with the right words but she's actually quite sweet and when she meets Katara she just MELTS and spoils the kid rotten and declares herself Auntie Azula and always grins and sticks her tongue out at Iroh when he pouts about not being the one snuggling the adorable baby kiddo

4 - Mai is Azula's gf who is also Stony and Melts at seeing babby Katara, not as visibly, but her eyes and her voice get much gentler and her little careful movements around the kid betray the affection she carries for the lil stubborn baby

5 - Ty Lee and Suki are gfs and are Not At All Secretive about how cute they think Katara (and Zuko and Sokka being together) is, and Katara ends up with a bunch of wlw Aunts that Adore Her and give Sokka much needed breaks to be able to let himself go or let himself break down without fear of scaring the baby or even just study in a quiet peaceful apartment etc etc and Sokka is so incredibly grateful.

6 - Aang is Ty Lee's actual kid - evident in the big round brown eyes and little button nose and is instantly Katara's bff and cuddle buddy (cuz they're literally both like... barely at the toddling stage and still cannot even stand or talk properly, they're like Actual Babies)

7 - Lu Ten works full time at the shop and is every bit his dad's son - boisterous, dad jokes, weird metaphoric wisdom and being Way Too Smart for his own good.

8 - Toph is another grad student who is Sokka's best friend and is bad at words but amazing at supporting him with just the right amount of snark, and may or may not have a crush on Lu Ten? (who isn’t super older cuz weird) and how sweet he always is to her without being condescending about it or acting like she's fragile like most dudes who have flirted with her always do. Or else she’s crushing on Azlua and Mai and they group into some badass wlw poly. (But also aro/ace Toph is extremely good so I’m torn between who I want to shower her with affection lmao)

9 - Teo and Haru are bfs, they met while Haru and his dad were doing some remodeling for Teo's dad's house (because as handy as that man is, he is NOT one for pretty design and there were so many random pipes sticking out of walls and exposed wires and Teo was like Dad i love you but this is no longer even vaguely ADA compliant i literally left for two months and skyped you every day and saw you for lunch once a week how the FUCK did you manage to fuck up our house THIS BAD?!) and cuz Haru works for his dad's construction business and Teo is a grad student for architecture/design like Sokka

and with that i'm done shoehorning in characters lmao bc i don't feel like adding in all the freedom fighters with jet so jet can be like either zuko or sokka's shitty high school ex

but mainly just

sokka getting to break down and be the one to be healed and taken care of by zuko bc most fics are (understandably) the other way around but oh i crave being soft and giving sokka gentle care and emotional healing and love

and also big brother/single dad sokka bc he just... would care for baby katara SO MUCH and SO DEARLY

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kiara-carrera · 3 years

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“actually i’m…i’m really not okay.” + Leah for the comfort starters?

convinced you can somehow read my mind across the internet because you're always picking the best prompts for them like this allowed me to write a hc that's been living in my head since may anyways. i also wanna fight myself bc this is like 3 fucking thousand words and its super fucking sad idk why i did this to myself.

content warning for parental abuse and a mention of alcoholism.

In the middle of the night, something brushed against her face.

She was asleep on her side, some of her hair falling into her eyes, but it was swept aside, the feeling tickling her skin and it caused her to stir briefly. But her eyes stayed shut and she merely burrowed deeper into her pillow.

Leah had never been much of a light sleeper, but the feeling of her bed dipping next to her seemed to rouse her enough.

It took her a moment to settle into waking, eyes fluttering and lips smacking together tiredly to combat the dryness of her mouth. A tiny yawn escaped her, her eyes doing their best to adjust to the darkness of her room, the only source of light being the sparse moonlight that trickled in through her window.

It was enough to make out the shape beside her.

Her heart nearly stopped at the sight of them sitting on her bed, arm pulling back towards itself. It felt like something out of a horror movie or perhaps the evening news with the headline of a teenager being stolen from their bedroom. Fear gripped at her with icy hands, eyes widening at the realization that someone was in her room with her.

Lips parted, she was a mere second away for screaming out for her father and brother before a shred of moonlight at just the right second highlighted the unruly blond hair of the intruder.

Pushing up on one shaky hand, she asked, “JJ?”

Leah’s sleep addled voice cut through the silence, a harsh and hurried whisper into the dark. If it truly was JJ sitting on her bed, the volume would need to be kept near silent — she wouldn’t put it past Jack Thompson to treat JJ like an actual intruder.

The voice that replied was unmistakably that of her boyfriend’s, a little tired and a little sheepish. “Hey baby.”

Relief flooded her body and she allowed herself to slump back down into her pillow, a quiet groan escaping her lips. “Jesus fucking Christ, JJ, I thought you were a serial killer. What the hell?”

She couldn’t really see the expression on his face, but she saw him look down at his hands. “Wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to see me at —” She paused, turning to squint at the alarm clock beside her bed, neon numbers vibrant in the dark. “Two am? How the hell did you even get in?”

“Window.” He jutted a thumb behind him in its direction as if to make his point. In an attempt at lighthearted conversation, he jokingly added, “You know, you should really lock that thing.”

Leah pulled a face, disbelief coating her features. Sleep was still mulling in her brain and she couldn’t for the life of her make sense of this situation. It wasn’t the first time JJ had ever snuck into her room. Even before they were dating, he’d mastered slipping in through her window often enough that he even knew which floorboards would creak loudly under his boots.

But the difference between then and now was that this was the first time he’d done it without warning. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d come unannounced like this. It had to have been months ago, when he’d shown up after —

Fuck.

Leah pushed herself back up on her elbow, a sense of unease washing over her as she squinted at her boyfriend in the dark. The last time he’d shown up unannounced in the middle of the night, it hadn’t been for a midnight make out session or because he’d randomly wanted to spend the night — he’d had a bruised cheek and a busted lip, compliments of his father.

He’d dripped blood on her floor by accident and she’d nearly woken up her brother while getting the first aid kit from the bathroom. She’d gotten a mini one from the dollar store the next day to keep in her dresser just in case.

Except, she didn’t want there to be a just in case. Didn’t want there to be a next time. She’d cleaned JJ up from multiple fights in her time as his best friend and now girlfriend, but nothing left her with a pit in her stomach like cleaning him up after his dad was through with him.

“You didn’t come here from the Chateau, did you?”

It was phrased as a question, but it was more of a statement. JJ shifted awkwardly in his spot beside her. Even if she could make out his expression in the dark, he wouldn’t look at her anyways.

“Lee ...” He trailed off, almost as if he wanted to ask her to drop it.

But he knew her and he knew she wouldn’t. “J, did you go back to your place tonight?”

A small noise of discontent escaped him, but he nodded his head.

“Got into it with my dad,” he finally admitted, letting out a chuckle. It was meant to play off the situation, but there wasn’t a single trace of humor in the bitter sound.

Despite how tired she felt, eyelids heavy enough to drag her back under, that single sentence seemed to wake her up just enough. She squinted at him in the dark, heart thumping a little quicker in her chest as she blindly reached for the lamp on her bedside table.

It switched on, bathing the room in a soft glow as Leah pushed herself up into a sitting position. She blinked a few times, letting the now lit room to come in to focus, a hand reaching up to try and rub the rest of the sleep from her eyes.

Her gaze eventually landed on her boyfriend, looking uncomfortable as ever under her gaze. His hat was in his lap, hands wrung into it, while his hair looked like he’d raked his fingers through it anxiously a number of times on the way over. And his eyes, normally cheery and mischievous, looked almost hollow, a glossy sheen to the redness that surrounded the blue of his irises.

He looked ... broken and Leah’s heart stuttered a bit at the dejected expression he wore.

She’d never considered herself violent or capable of truly hurting anyone, but it was moments like these where she swore she could put Luke Maybank six feet under if she put her mind to it.

Unless he drunk himself to death first.

JJ watched on quietly as she let her eyes trail across his face intently, no doubt scanning for new scrapes or bruises or split lips. A twinge of guilt flickered in his eyes, one that Leah ignored. She didn’t care if he felt like he was burdening her or that he felt bad knowing she was expecting him to be dripping blood on her floor like he had one too many times before.

She didn’t care about that, because all she wanted was to make sure he was okay.

Leah hated when he went home. She knew that JJ was too proud to spend every night at the Chateau and knew he thought he could handle himself on the off chance that he ran into his dad. Rarely, though, did that seem to be the case.

“It wasn’t like that,” JJ supplied, noticing the way her eyes strayed to his shirt, more than likely wondering if there were bruises littering the skin it covered. “He was too drunk to start anything physical. Probably would’ve tripped over himself before he got two feet.”

Leah nodded, though his admission didn’t do much to quell her nerves. She didn’t know much about Luke Maybank to start with, but something told her his words were probably as painful as his hits.

After a moment, once she decided that his face looked the way it had when she’d seen him yesterday, save for the frown and his bloodshot eyes, some of the tension in her shoulders relaxed. Not all of it, though, because her mind had already started jumping to the next possible idea of what exactly had happened in the Maybank home earlier that night.

“Do you ... do you wanna talk about it?” she asked gently, tucking her legs under her.

Getting JJ to open up was ... tricky. Leah had been around him long enough that she could clock his bad moods at the drop of a hat, could read most emotions swirling in his eyes like second nature.

Noticing something was wrong, that something was eating away at him, was easy. Getting him to verbalize it and let her in fully was the hard part. Even around the Pogues, around Leah, JJ held a certain level of walls up. Thoughts and secrets and the level of abuse at the hand of his father that he kept guarded for one reason or another. There were things that they knew, things that they found out on accident or because he’d hit his breaking point, but Leah wouldn’t be surprised if there was a whole slew of things she didn’t know.

Her heart clenched painfully at the thought, but it didn’t surprise her when JJ waved off her question.

“Nah, it's not a big deal,” JJ replied easily, brushing it off as he adjusted his position on her bed.

He forced another smile on his lips as he regarded her. It was one that almost looked genuine. Almost. It might have fooled someone who didn’t know him well into thinking that he was fine, someone who wouldn’t pick up on the way he was fidgeting with his rings or how he seemed incapable of looking her in the eye for more than a brief moment before glancing away. But Leah wasn’t just someone and she could pick up on his unease just as easily as she was taking her breaths.

Because Leah knew when JJ wasn’t okay. She always knew.

Treading lightly, like she was dealing with a deer who might spook, she said, “Well, it must have been if you came all this way here.”

Annoyance wrinkled his expression. Tossing his hat to the side, he asked, “Can’t a guy just stop by to see his girlfriend?”

“JJ, it’s two in the morning,” she told him seriously.

His frown deepened. She could see his jaw clench and he nodded his head a few times. “Yeah, okay, you know what, this was fucking stupid. I’ll just leave then if you’re gonna keep looking at me like that.”

She knew the that in question was the pity he was probably reading across her face. But the problem was that she didn’t pity him, she was worried for him, but JJ never seemed to know the difference between the two.

The sight of him getting up and turning to head back towards her window had Leah lurching forward, hand circling around his wrist. “Hey, hey,” she whispered, giving his arm a tug. “No, J, don’t leave, please, c’mon.”

At her pleading tone, he halted, a sigh escaping him. It took another moment before he was sitting back down, a frown still etched on his face.

Leah’s hand slipped from his wrist and she longed to twine their fingers together but she didn’t in favor of scooting a little closer to him on her bed. She tilted her head a bit, trying her best to get eye contact with him.

He finally sighed and looked up at her, another sigh slipping past his lips. “Lee ...”

“Look, I’m not trying to push it, okay?” She bit her lip, thinking over her next words carefully. She didn’t know how many times she could successfully talk him out of leaving tonight. “I just ... I get worried. If you really don’t wanna talk, we don’t have to. We can just go to sleep and leave it, but I need you to know that I will listen if you wanna talk. You came all this way here and it’s so late and I know —”

“I just wanted to see you,” he repeated, cutting her off. There was no edge to his voice. Instead it was softer, a tone that suggested there was more to it. Unconvincingly, he added, “I’m fine, Lee.”

A shaky breath left Leah’s lips, tears beginning to sting at the back of her eyes. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

Her words sat in the air for a few moments. Or maybe it was minutes. JJ was watching her intensely and Leah could almost see the legions of thoughts bouncing around his head at her statement. His eyes were glassier than ever, tears brimming along the edges. He chewed on his lip anxiously and Leah could do nothing but wait for him to make the next move.

When he did, she was certain her heart broke.

“Actually I’m ...” JJ’s voice was thick with emotion and his breath hitched in his throat as his bravado began cracking under her thoughtful gaze. He couldn’t meet her eyes again when he choked out, “I’m really not okay.”

The first tear betrayed him, dripping down his cheek and disappearing somewhere on his shirt.

“Oh, JJ,” Leah whispered, her soft voice, laced with unmeasurable concern, nailing the coffin shut.

Within seconds, tears began streaming down his face as the dam finally broke.

Leah was quick to shuffle across her bed, the last bits of sleepiness washing off her like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over her head. Her arms were curling around him tightly, pulling him into her as the first sob racked through his body. His face was pressed into her neck, the collar of her shirt dampening with his tears.

He was mumbling into her, words muffled by her skin and her shirt, fragmented by the sobs that snuck through. She could only make out pieces, the words hate it and hate him and sorry repeating more times than she could count.

“I’ve got you,” she mumbled into his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I’ve got you.”

His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her even closer, impossibly close, like he didn’t think she’d stay with him.

But there was nowhere else she’d ever dream of being, not when he was like this.

This wasn’t the first time Leah had seen JJ cry. While he always tried to hold up a devil may care attitude, the wild Pogue image, the view of a kid from the Cut with no worries besides keggers and weed, there were times where he’d hit his breaking point in the past. She’d seen it before, seen the facade shatter like glass against the floor. There was only so long he could go on being strong, feelings bottled up inside him like a ticking time bomb, before he’d burst.

Another sob wracked through him, a quiet and painful noise buried into her neck.

“I just want it to stop,” he told her between hurried gulps of air. “I’m so fucking sick of it.”

Leah’s eyes squeezed shut and she ran a comforting hand through his hair. She told him, “I know, J, I know,” because what else was there for her to say? What else was there for her to do in moments like these?

Anger burned in Leah’s chest, a sudden hot feeling, akin to a pot left to boil over on the stove. It was seeping into her veins as she listened to his cries,

Anger at the world, because it took people like JJ and put them through hell. He was sixteen. Sixteen fucking years old and this was the shit that he had to deal with. This was his reality. It was two in the goddamn morning and instead of being asleep in his own bed, safe and loved by his own fucking father, he was here in pieces because of him.

Anger at his father, for being such a useless sack of shit. Who did this to their child? Who could look at a kid like JJ and do nothing but tear them down until they started believing the lies being fed to them? Leah hated him, she’d decided that long ago. Hated him more than she’d ever hated anyone in her life and the feeling of JJ shuddering under her hands only seemed to make it run deeper.

And then there was the anger at herself, because she knew there wasn’t enough that she could do. She could patch up his wounds and hold him tight, could let him cry in her arms until he had nothing left to give, and it would never be enough. She couldn’t fix the world for him and there weren’t enough words in the world to describe how important he was, how special, how loved. His father’s words would always exist somewhere in the back of his mind and she wasn’t sure she knew how to combat them with ones of her own.

It pained her to think he’d believe any of it. To think he was worthless or going nowhere or a waste of space. She wasn’t sure exactly what Luke had said to him tonight, could only guess, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt, with every fiber of her goddamn being that they were lies.

Leah knew JJ. She knew every reason that she loved him was because he was unapologetically him. He could be brash and impulsive and crude and he didn’t always say or do the right thing. But she also knew that when it came down to it, he was loyal and brave and selfless and better than anyone on this goddamn island. He deserved the goddamn world. He deserved a mansion on the Eight with a koi pond and a ridiculous marble statue or Yucatán and lobsters and surfing all day and whatever else he wanted and it was because he was better than the world gave him credit for.

Tears of her own were pooling in her eyes, steadily dripping down her face as she rested her chin against the top of his head. She knew in that moment that this, being here with him right now, letting him deal with this pain in whatever way he needed to, was all she could offer him. She knew it didn’t come close to what he needed, but she’d hold him as long as he wanted.

As he clutched at her like a lifeline, Leah held him a little bit tighter.

#asks #comfort prompts #mayson #will i ever let them have a fun happy time??#claryxjackson

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helenofsimblr · 4 years

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Things that simblrs get so wrong

(Please don’t take this too seriously, this is what we UK folks call “tongue in cheek”)

1) Toddlers

This is such a pet peeve of mine, and you can make this into a multi faceted issue. But for speed, we can split it up into 3, hair, personality, and speech.

I can say, most of the toddlers that feature with some epic, big, stylised hair. Total bullshit. A real world toddlers hair has usually got food in it, can be a bit thin and or patchy in places, and it certainly won’t look as though it just came out of the fucking hair salon.

Speech is a tough one to criticise, as toddlers develop at different rates. Most simblrs I have seen with toddlers, generally portray their toddlers as completely conversational and able to easily talk with adult, this doesn’t happen till 4 or 5 year old generally, and they certainly won’t give a fuck how their single, supermodel mom’s date went!

Personality is next. If anybody here has ever looked after a toddler, most understand the concept of “terrible twos” for those who haven’t. In plain english; little shits. Toddlers can be ill tempered. Some are little angels, most though can and do lose their shit over something on a daily basis. They are hard work...! Which leads me to my next point...

2) Parents

The vast majority of parents look like shit, feel like shit, and just generally pray for school / daycare to get just a few hours of reprieve from their spawn. Mothers are particularly questionable in appearance, usually sporting bags under the eyes, comfy jogger trousers, and frumpy tops that they can easily lift up, push aside, etc... to enable fast breastfeeding.

These glamourous perfect mothers, with amazing figures, yes they are possible, but they are not common place! So fuck off with your supermodel moms! Its not realistic, all you’re doing is making motherfuckers like me, feel REALLY bad! I have a fat ass, I cannot ever wear my hair nice, because a toddler will generally pull at it and mess it up. I have food in my hair. I found a piece of biscuit in there from the morning!

Oh and nails... don’t even get me started on nails. You really think a typical mother has time to go to a nail bar!? You think bright red talons are a legit thing to have when you have a shitty backside to wipe? BITCH PLEASE!!

Dads, well, think a bit overweight. Hair being greying and or thinning, and usually equally tired looking, but less likely to find biscuit in their hair because they have less of it. They are too tired to go to the gym and look like Mr Universe because while they don’t work as hard as a mom does, they can certainly copy our level of tiredness nicely. Parent sims, should look like crap. Aim for that.

3) Elders

OMG... this...

ELDERS ARE NOT YOUNG ADULTS WITH GREY HAIR!

Go to a bingo hall, and check out the old women and men there... then compare them to how your Elder sims look. Do those old women and men look like they could do 50 pressups easily? Get my point? Fucking hell, I’ve seen elder sims on here that look better than I did in my early 20′s! Which given my rampant Acromegaly / gigantism, isn’t hard admittedly, but still!

4) Childbirth

So I’ve seen a few birth stories over the year and noted a few things

Firstly, the father if present, is portrayed as super helpful and really encouraging. Bullshit. Most fathers are bored senseless, they are literally counting the seconds down till its all over, and they can fuck off back home and enjoy one last night’s sleep especially if its not their first. I’m serious. Oh, and they will occasionally take a peek down at the business end to try and guess how much longer its going to take. if you’re lucky you may get the odd “you’re doing great honey”.

Secondly, the mother. Oh my god, in my first delivery, I was covered in blood, shit, piss, amniotic fluid, mucus, and coffee that I spilled on myself. I was sweating as bad as Lee Evans on standup! In the second one, I also had blood, shit and piss, no coffee however... and I gave myself a heart attack. I don’t know what’s waiting for me in the third one.... Yes I want a third one. I don’t think ANY of the mothers there looked like they just strolled off the fucking catwalk straight into the delivery room. Again, bitch please!

5) Men

Most of the mens on here are either portrayed as an effeminate btich with six packs and pouts, or a total bastard who does what they like and and tries to make everybody feel bad. The truth is, men are simple creatures they have only three primary wants in life... food, sex and a third want which can change or be swapped out, usually multiple times over the course of their lives. Food and sex are set in stone.

That is all

#tw: swearing #delete later #sims 4 #joke post

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afishcalledfatin · 5 years

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Dr LEE

summary: in which the sweet, single dad, pediatric surgeon, Taeyong start getting feelings for his son’s babysitter, you.

ALL MY COVERS HAVE THE NAME INSOMNIAC BECAUSE THIS WAS FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT!!

HELLO LOVES~ oh my it’s been a while and I really apologise. The story is slightly heavier than usual but still sweet. Another long one. I hope you all enjoy it!

pairings: doctors! single dad! Taeyong x female reader!

genre: FLUFF

·Leads the ‘handsome doctors' group

·A PEDIATRIC SURGEON UWU

·Has unreal features. Seriously, you see him and you might think you had just bumped into a fairy or elf.

·One of his patients call him the Fairy Prince

·I mean, he looks hella ethereal sooo...

·“Dr Lee, do you secretly have wings?” “Uhm... yeah but I hide them because they are really big.” “BUT HOW WILL YOUR FAIRY PRINCESS KNOW IT’S YOU?” “Min Seo...”

·The kids adore and love him very much.

·“Dr Lee~ I think you are my favourite doctor in the entire world!” “My uwus spilled omg. MA’AM DO YOU MIND IF I HUG HIM?”

·Gives the best advice. That one friend you can tell everything and he’ll help you as much as he can.

·“I’m really sorry you had to go through that. You don’t have to hang around people like that okay? If you’re worried about having nobody just remember I’m here. Always.” followed by a really warm hug.

·Will normally comfort you until you feel better.

·Nobody admits this, but he looks hot during a surgery.

·“DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE HELD THAT SCALPEL? MY OVARIES.”

·Brings food for the guys all the time.

·If he wasn’t a doctor, he’d be a chef.

·He could make you a 3-hour braised beef stew and the next day he would bring cream puffs.

·Loves making food for people

· Besides that, he also loves to dance. Like not those awkward wiggling, he's an amazing dancer.

·Sometimes he would dance in the corridors while listening to his favourite music, not realizing the crowd he attracted.

·Gets super smiley when people clap.

·Takes care of the younger doctors.

·“Jungwoo, did you get some rest?” “Not yet.” “what the hell are you doing here then? You're pretty free at the moment. Go take a nap.”

·Has a bad habit of always taking the blame.

·“guys, it wasn't your fault. It was mine. I should've been more responsible and taken it seriously. I'm really sorry for disappointing all of you.”

·The guys know it isn't anyone's fault but because he always insists it’s his, they can't say anything about it.

·They get really worried for him but he always assures them that he's alright.

·Knows everyone’s secrets.

·He knows who has a crush on who, who ate the chief's food, who has been having make-out sessions in the break room.

·HE. KNOWS. EVERYTHING

·It's not because he's sneaky and likes to stick his nose into people's business, it's because everyone tells him everything or he's always getting himself into awkward situations.

·He's so good at keeping things. He's trustworthy.

·“wait so you knew that she's been making out with the chief?” “look, I didn't mean to walk in on them. I JUST WANTED A NAP.”

·The guys always tease him for his bad timing

·Besides that, everyone is happy when they meet Taeyong.

·He's literally an angel omg

·Back to an earlier point, the type of guy who will do EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING to cheer anyone up.

·He helps everyone but doesn't expect anything in return.

·He believes that kindness is the one thing that can help our world to become a better place.

·Not strict with the residents and interns but they know not to mess with him.

·He's never actually yelled at anyone.

·“I understand you're new to this, but how do you expect me to not be annoyed when you can't take a dirty diaper seriously? You work in a pediatric ward. It's either you grow up or find something else to do and stop wasting our time.”

·It's those type of warnings that are super casual and “OH SHIT YOU SCREWED MAH BOI” kind of thing y'know?

·But normally the residents under him are pretty good and mature.

·Same age as Dr Seo and Dr Nakamoto. Loves hanging out with them.

·“JOHNNY, YUTA LETS GO HAVE FUN!” “UNO AND COFFEE?” “HELL YEAH.”

·Kids flipping love him.

·They can literally stop crying the minute he walks into the room.

·“SOMEONE GET DR LEE, THERE'S A CRYING CHILD IN THE CORRIDOR AND I DON’T KNOW WHERE HER PARENTS ARE.”

·Has a very comforting and calming aura

·Gets really worried for the kids and prays he does a good job before a surgery.

·Also, because the kids he's about to operate on reminds him of his own kid.

·Yeap, this year has been especially tough for Taeyong. He had gotten out of a 6-year relationship and she left their child with him because she was tired and wanted to start a new life. He wasn't mad at her cause they had a child together when they were young, he was just really… badly hurt.

·*heart clenches* boo boo is actually really heartbroken but he hides it really well. He truly loved her with all his heart. Also blames himself for her leaving him.

·The guys know it, their girlfriends know it heck even Min Jae notices it but he would always hug his dad.

·“Papa, please don’t be sad. You must be happy!” Min Jae hugged Taeyong. Taeyong hugged Min Jae tightly. Min Jae was Taeyong's source of motivation.

·He honestly felt bad because Min Jae only grew up with his mom for the first 2 years of his life and even then, she was barely there for him. She was either flying somewhere or on her phone. Min Jae hardly remembers anything but her appearance. Taeyong basically raised Min Jae by himself.

·Min Jae's mom was a model. They met each other at a party back when Taeyong was a student. And well, the rest was history.

·Taeyong has been trying to balance time with his son and his work. After the first 2 months, he managed to fix it all with the exception of late surgeries. Then only, Min Jae would stay the night at his aunt's house.

·For a 5-year-old, Min Jae was very smart. He understood that his father was a doctor and how doctors are always busy.

·“Min Jae, c'mon the bus is waiting for you buddy.” As Taeyong drop Min Jae off at the bus area, Min Jae hugs him “Papa, be a good doctor okay? Help a lot of people!” Min Jae cheered on.

·The sight was so cute and sweet as Taeyong lifted him up and pecked Min Jae's little face.

·Huhu the moms at the bus stop always stare at this beautiful man, dropping his kid off.

·Anyways, sometimes if Taeyong had to work a few more hours, he'd pick him up and Min Jae would play quietly in Taeyong's office.

·AND THIS IS WHEN ALL HIS AMAZING UNCLES WOULD COME IN. *cries a lil*

·“UNCLES!” Min Jae cheered as he saw the whole lot of them walk in.

·“Hey Buddy! We heard you were here, so we came to visit.” “I swear to god, you guys only visit my office when I spill tea or when Min Jae is around.” The guys shrugged BECAUSE THEY KNOW ITS TRUE.

·They would take care of Min Jae as Taeyong finished the paperwork he had.

·The guys noticed how tired he looked in the past few weeks.

·“Hyung, why don't you hire a babysitter? At least, he or she could pick him up from kindergarten, make his lunch and take care of him.” Jungwoo offered. The rest of them agreed. They knew Taeyong wants to take care of Min Jae but some days, he just can't.

·“look, I know an agency that has like the best babysitters. I'll give you their number.” Doyoung said.

·Taeyong was always thankful for his friends’ support

·Taeyong did contact the agency and the next week, a middle-aged woman came. It was in the morning before Min Jae went to kindergarten.

·She was lovely and Taeyong thought Min Jae was going to be okay. But the minute Taeyong walked out the door, he could hear Min Jae crying. He turned around and saw that Min Jae opened the door and he was running towards Taeyong.

·“papa… don't leave me. Please.” He cried on Taeyong's shoulder. Taeyong hugged him tightly before picking him up. He tried to comfort Min Jae.

·Taeyong looked at his small figure. “buddy, will you listen to your babysitter for me? She-” “I don’t want her.” Taeyong sighed.

·“Why? You haven't met her yet.” “she... she reminds me of mommy. I don’t like it.” Taeyong's heart broke at that very moment. Throughout this whole time, he was worried Min Jae would feel left out because he didn't have a mom.

·He walked back into the house and looked at the babysitter guiltily.

·He explained to the babysitter and he promised to pay her extra. The babysitter understood completely and told him there was no need. Taeyong was back to square one.

·On the way to the bus stop, he asked Min Jae “Min Jae, how did she remind you of mommy?”

·“her clothes and face. She wore red on her lips like mommy too. Mommy wore a lot of dresses like hers too.” Taeyong nodded. Taeyong hugged Min Jae before letting him go onto the bus.

·Weeks pass by, and Taeyong was really stressed. Every babysitter he hired were too strict or they were too demanding.

·Min Jae wasn’t feeling any better either. He was quieter than usual.

·One day, Taeyong had a surgery that ended later than anticipated. After the surgery, he checked his watch and nobody has seen Taeyong panic that badly.

·“CRAP, CRAP, SHIT I NEED TO GO GET MIN JAE SHIT IM LATE.” He ran while putting on his coat.

·He got into his car and drove off. He was worried about Min Jae. Quietly praying that he wasn’t alone

·As he pulled up at the kindergarten, he ran out and to his surprise, he heard Min Jae giggling.

·“PAPA!” He saw Min Jae run towards him, he crouched down with open arms. Min Jae hugged his father straight away.

·“Min Jae, buddy I'm so sorry I was late. I’I-” “It's okay, Papa. Miss Y/N told me you were helping a superhero.” Taeyong lifted an eyebrow. “Miss Y/N?” Min Jae pointed behind him and saw you. You were wearing an army green pinafore over a grey t-shirt. Your smile caught him off guard.

· “You must be Min Jae's dad. Hi, I'm Y/N.” you greeted. Taeyong coughed before greeting you back.

·“I… I’m Taeyong.” He said. He felt Min Jae tug his shirt, he finally snapped out of it. “Thank you for waiting with him. I had a last-minute surgery and I'm still finding a babysitter for Min Jae.”

·“Ahh, it's alright Mr Lee, I live nearby anyway and Min Jae is a lovely boy.” You looked down to see Min Jae smiling.

·“Well, thank you anyways. C'mon buddy, let's go.” He was about to walk before he noticed that Min Jae wasn't moving.

·“Can Miss Y/N be my babysitter?” Taeyong’s eyes widen and looked back at you. “I'm sorry bud, Miss Y/N is probably really busy.” You looked at the man, clearly struggling to take care of Min Jae by himself.

·“Um Mr Lee, I actually don't mind taking care of him. I'm only working at the kindergarten part-time and I've been looking for a second job for a while now. If you don’t mind, I would love to babysit Min Jae.”

·“I would normally decline but I'm really desperate now, will you do it?” you nod and you could clearly see his face ease.

·You discussed the details and you started the following day.

·You followed his exact instructions. Send Min Jae to the bus stop if needed, pick him up, either bring him out then home or hospital if told.

·Weeks later,

·Taeyong had some time to send him to the bus stop.

·As Taeyong was fixing Min Jae's coat, he told Min Jae, “Buddy, today Miss Y/N will bring you to the hospital okay? Papa wants to bring you for ice cream later.” Min Jae nodded happily and kissed Taeyong. “Bye Papa, I love you!” he waved as he got onto the bus.

·Taeyong went to the hospital and went on with his work. He went by his day with ease. Few hours later, the guys asked if he would like to join them for coffee, he agreed.

·For the first time in weeks, he could join the guys for coffee. The guys were happy to see their best friend slightly less stressed.

·“Taeyong~” he heard from behind him. It was one of the nurses who has liked him for months.

·The younger guys were all trying to hold their laugh while the older guys were smirking.

·“Oh, um hello Nurse Song.” “Oh, Taeyong! Call me Yu Jin please. Anyways, I was wondering if maybe this Friday you were-” suddenly his phone rang. “Ah, sorry Nurse Song. My son just arrived, I got to get him. Maybe some other time.” He quickly left. The rest of the guys just watched as the young lady huffed and walked away.

·He walked to the lobby and saw Min Jae and you sitting and you were reading a story to him.

·You saw Taeyong from behind Min Jae and he made a shushing gesture. You smiled and saw as Taeyong covered Min Jae’s eyes. Min Jae was squealing and giggling. “Papa!” he turned and wrapped his hands on Taeyong’s neck. Taeyong groaned a little before carrying Min Jae.

·“Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate it.” “No problem Mr L-” “Just call me Taeyong. I don’t think you’re much younger than me.” “Well Taeyong, do you have a bit of time? I actually need to discuss something with you regarding Min Jae.”

·You both sat down at the lobby while Min Jae played at the little play area they had set up.

·“The teachers and I have noticed that he has been quieter than usual recently. Every teacher asked him why and he would just shrug it off. Today, I tried and he told me that…” Taeyong stared at you intently, waiting for an answer. “He’s worried about you.”

·“Me? Why is he worried about me?” “He says it’s because you’ve been lonely ever since… ever since his mom left.” Taeyong slumped against the chair.

·“A 5-year-old was worried about my dating life? Holy shit.” He thought.

·“I did tell him that you had him but he said you didn’t have someone like your ex-wife.”

·“Ex. We were never married.” Your eyes widen and you were going to apologize before he stopped you “It’s alright. We did want Min Jae but after a while she felt the pressure of being a mom.”

·You both sat in silence. “I didn’t know if I should’ve told you.” He looked at you “Hey, it’s okay. Min Jae’s probably just dropping hints that he wants me to go get a girlfriend.” You chuckle a little before covering your mouth. You decided it was time to leave and you said bye to both Min Jae and Taeyong.

· On the way home, Min Jae couldn’t stop talking about you and Taeyong knew Min Jae adored you very much.

·“Papa, are you free tomorrow?” he asked Taeyong. Taeyong nodded happily.

·“Can we go to the aquarium? Miss Y/N was talking about the sea animals earlier.” “Sure buddy.”

· The next day, Min Jae woke Taeyong by jumping onto him.

·*Insomniac is screaming as she writes this*

·He got up… eventually and got ready.

·They arrived at the aquarium and it was fairly empty because it was still quite early.

·Min Jae was so fascinated to see all the marine life.

·“Min Jae, what’s your favourite sea animal?” “I think mine is a sea turtle. They look like seabirds.” Taeyong laughed at Min Jae’s description of turtles. They were walking when Min Jae started giggling.

·“MISS Y/N!!!” he ran towards to you with open arms. You were squatting, trying to pick something up. The impact of his hug was so strong you nearly fell.

·You saw Taeyong run towards the both of you and he gave you his hand. You grabbed onto it as he pulled you up.

·“Fancy seeing you here.” “It was a last-minute plan.” You giggled. You squeezed Min Jae’s chubby cheeks.

·“Are you alone?” he asked you. You nodded. “I was going to take pictures of the animals to show his class.” Out of nowhere, Taeyong mustered up the courage to ask if you would like to follow them around. You happily agreed and followed them around.

·“Miss Y/N, I know how to spell manatee now! M-A-N-A-T-E-E!” “Very good Min Jae!” you clapped.

·Taeyong watched at how happy Min Jae was with you.

·You and Taeyong sat on a bench as you watched Min Jae play at the playground with other kids.

·“I’m really sorry that you have to take care of him.” “Please don’t be sorry. I asked for the job and I really love it.” “I just wish I could be there for him more often, I’m a horrible parent.” You turned to him and saw his hands covering his face. You placed a hand onto his shoulder.

·“What was his mom like?” he turned to you and smiled.

·“She… she was this burst of energy. She was so lively and wild. I thought I found the love of my life and when she agreed to have a child together, I thought she was just as excited but she wasn’t. The only times I could see her care about Min Jae was when she was posting a picture of him or when we went out. I had so many arguments with my parents about her and I was an asshole to them.” You watched as this man, you barely knew started to break down in front of you.

·“They told me to be careful. To make the right choices and to actually think if she was the woman, I wanted to spend my life with. I was so blind to see that she only agreed to have Min Jae so it could boost her fame.” Your eyes widen slightly. He gave a half smile

·“Yeah, she told me that on the night she left. She always depended on me to take care of him. Every single damn time I came home later than usual, she’ll threaten to leave me. I don’t blame her for leaving me though, I’m not the greatest lover. I would leave me too.”

·“hey, don’t say that. Being a parent isn’t an easy job. The fact that you raised and took care of that little boy by yourself while being a doctor is amazing. He has grown to be this sweet, intelligent and thoughtful boy. You did that. Don’t blame yourself for something that you couldn’t control. His mom wasn’t ready to be a mom and she was probably scared. Or she just had a tough time in showing affection. Things happen. We can’t plan a perfect life, that’s not how life works but you can make an enjoyable one. Please don’t blame yourself, Min Jae wouldn’t want you to feel that way.” You comfort and for the first time, the tables were turned.

·For the first time, someone was giving him comforting words, warmth and help.

·For the first time in a long time, he felt himself break this wall he had.

·He began tearing up, you quickly scooted close to him. You placed a hand on his back and rubbed soothing circles.

·“Thank you.” He said softly. You gave a smile and continued to comfort him.

·For as long as you’ve known Taeyong, he wasn’t a man of many words. Yes, he did hold short conversations but that was it. You’ve obviously seen this mysterious man at school, picking Min Jae up or at parent meets. Never in your entire life, did you think you’d be on that bench, comforting Taeyong.

·“Oh god, I’m sorry about that.” He sniffed. “It’s alright.” You say. He gained his composure and sat up straight. “What about you? What are the problems you’re facing?” he asked.

·It was funny, that whole situation. You only knew Taeyong as the parent of the child you’re taking care of and now you might be able to consider him as a friend.

·“Well, I live alone. My financial status isn’t bad but I still need to work a lot for bills and stuff. And I’ve been single for like my whole life??? Yeah, that’s the one.”

·Taeyong raised an eyebrow. “Is it because you’re busy or you’re picky?” you hit his shoulder lightly. “I think you can call me those few people who are afraid of love. Tell me doctor, what does romantic love feel like?” he thought about it quietly.

·“Love is… walking into the bathroom even though the other is taking a shower or on the toilet and they aren’t mad. Love is cooking together, messing the kitchen up and settling for takeout. Love is farting really loudly and not caring. Love is… knowing you can spend your life, happily with them. Having extravagant dinners for anniversaries or cup ramen with a movie. Love is simple concept but it’s the hardest to achieve. Once you do have a taste of it, you never want to let go of this precious thing.”

·“Did you steal this from the internet?” you jokingly asked. He looked at you dead in the eye. “Twitter.” Both of you burst out laughing.

·(huhu I actually thought of that, I didn’t take it from anywhere. Just needed to add some light-heartedness into the story)

·Min Jae came to the both of you and told you that he was hungry. Taeyong offered to go to their house where he can whip something up and at first you were gonna decline but you’ve seen Min Jae’s lunchbox so you said yes.

·He asked if you drove here but you told him you took a taxi. He then told you he’ll drive you to their house.

·You’ve obviously been to their apartment and clean was a freaking understatement. THE MAN IS OBSESSED WITH FEBREEZE. He has a whole stock of the cleaning product.

·you were helping Min Jae with his homework in the living room when he said he wanted to do it himself. You walked to the kitchen and saw Taeyong cutting up vegetables.

·“What are you making, chef?” you hopped onto one of their stools.

· He turned and smiled. “You’ll see~” you pout and watch as the man worked.

·“You need help?” “That would be great.” You walked over to his side.

·“Pass me the scalp- I mean knife!” you laughed. “Ahh, it’s alright. Will you need the forceps too?” you showed the thongs. He grinned and shook his head. “Not yet, I believe.”

· In the end, funny stories were told and jokes were exchanged. You helped pass him the cooking appliances. You eventually found out he was making dumplings.

·Having lunch at the Lee household was so fun. Min Jae and Taeyong were telling you of each other’s most embarrassing moments.

·“Then, Papa slipped and fell on his butt!” “Ha-ha, very funny son but remember that time your pants were on backwards and when I told you, you just told me it was ‘cool’?” You couldn’t stop laughing, the two of them were bickering as if they were the same age. Min Jae’s best friend was his dad. His role model was his dad. His everything was his dad.

·You finally left with a full stomach and some leftover dumplings Taeyong decided to give you.

·“You like her, don’t you Papa?” Min Jae asked Taeyong. Taeyong nearly spat his water. “What?” “You like Miss Y/N.” “Buddy, I like her as a friend.” “I’m giving it 3 months. If I win, you’ll get me two scoops of ice cream.” “EXCUSE ME VERY YOUNG MAN, WHEN DID YOU LEARN TO MAKE BETS LIKE THESE?” “Oh, Uncle Hyuck taught me.” Taeyong rubbed his temples. “Okay, fine deal. But if I win, I’m making your bedtime half an hour early.” Taeyong had a bad feeling about this.

·GUESS WHO WAS RIGHT LADIES AND GENTS?? OUR LIL BOY MIN JAE.

·Throughout the 3 months, Taeyong would always invite you for lunch or dinner. Normally for dinner since it’s after work and school. It was sort of a little routine you guys created without realizing.

·“Hey, you coming over?” “Duh, Min Jae said you were making Bibimbap.”

·You guys even started texting regularly. Your colleagues and the other doctors noticed the constant checking of phones.

·“Taeyong, are you seeing someone?” Johnny asked. He fumbled with his phone. “Uhm, NO. IM TALKING TO MIN JAE’S BABYSITTER.” He said. “Uhuh, you were talking to her about an hour ago too huh?” Yuta sat down with a muffin in hand. Johnny pinched a bit of Yuta’s muffin and ate the little piece. Yuta smacked Johnny’s hand when he was going for seconds.

·“I’m very protective over my little bundle of joy, okay.” The guys rolled his eyes. “When is he arriving?” “In a few minutes, you guys want to follow?” they nodded and went down.

·They waited when he saw you walking in with Min Jae. Min Jae bolted to his dad and uncles.

·“I’m going to ask Y/N something. Stay here with your uncles.” He strode over to you and you asked the usual ‘how was your day?’ question.

·“Psst, do you want to know a secret?” Min Jae whispered. The two men had to squat really low to be at the same level as Min Jae. ( i crai, two tall ass men squatting to be the same height as a 5-year-old.)

·“I think Papa likes Y/N and Y/N likes Papa.” The two of them were giggling and shoving each other.

·“BUT DON’T TELL HIM I TOLD YOU OKAY?” the two of them did the ‘zip my mouth’ gesture.

·“Are you coming over tonight?” he asked you. “As much as I’d love to, my mom is coming here to get a check-up and well, I might be going home.” “Oh well, can’t control some things, right?” he winked as he was referring to your conversation at the aquarium. You giggled and waved “Bye, you goof!” he waved at you “See you soon, dork!”

·Taeyong smiled really widely. He had begun to develop feelings for you for a while now, he just didn’t tell Min Jae because he didn’t need his already hyper son to get more hyper.

·As soon as Taeyong reached his friends and son, he knew they were hiding something.

·“What are you guys planning, hm?” “Nothing, Papa.” He looked at Johnny and Yuta and they smirked and nodded.

·When they entered his office, the rest of the guys were in there. “YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAID YOU GUYS ONLY COME HERE WHEN MIN JAE IS HERE?”

·“Dude, it’s not that. We have something to tell you.” Doyoung sai seriously. Taeyong sat at his chair and looked at all of them

·“What is it?” “Ji Won is here. She wants to see you at the café.” Taeyong stared at them then to Min Jae who was beside him.

·“Can someone stay with him here? If you do go out and bump into her, go the other way.” Johnny volunteered because Min Jae was the closest to him and he was free at the moment. After the babysitter incident, Taeyong wasn’t really comfortable with Min Jae seeing his mom just yet.

·“Min Jae, buddy, Uncle Johnny is going to stay here with you, okay? Papa has someone to see.” He kissed the forehead of his son and walked out. He expected to be nervous but for some reason, he wasn’t. he was completely calm.

·you were sitting at a table, waiting for your mom to finish her appointment. You were thinking at how much Taeyong and Min Jae had changed your dull life. Especially Taeyong. He had brought cared so much for you and he treats you greatly. You couldn’t help but fall in love with this man.

·you suddenly saw Taeyong walk pass you. You were going to say hi but you saw him go up to a beautiful woman.

·You didn’t want to look but they were close enough for you to know what’s happening.

·“Taeyong.” The woman said with a charming smile. “Hello.” Taeyong said coolly. “How are you?”

·“I’m fine.” Taeyong was really not in the mood. “Where is he?” She asked. “Min Jae is with his uncles.” That’s when it hits you, that’s his ex.

·“Can I see him?” “I’m not really comfortable with you seeing him at the moment.” “What the hell?! I’m his mother! I have every right to do so!” she raised her voice, everyone at the café was watching now. You’ve never seen Taeyong so serious. You knew he was angry, livid almost. His intention was to have a civilized conversation but once she pulled that card, he was furious.

·“You’re his mother?” he laughed hysterically before looking at her, nose slightly flaring. “What type of mother leaves her child at 2? What mother tells her partner the only reason she had her child was merely for publicity purposes? You were never there for him, for God’s sake! The only time you were was to brag at how much of a ‘good mother’ you were. He saw someone who reminded him of you and he cried. He cried because the only clear memory he has of you was your appearance and how you left him. So, don’t come strutting here and tell me you have the right to see him because you’re his mother. You don’t deserve to be called Min Jae’s mother. You have never once called to ask about him or to wish him on his birthday. Heck, I don’t even think you remember his birthday.”

·“It’s July 20th.” “It’s November 1st. Look, I don’t care if you want to see him but it’s on his own accord. I’ll only allow you to see him if he wants to see you and at this moment, I don’t think he’s ready.”

·“It’s that babysitter isn’t it?” Your head shot up. ‘UHM LADY PLEASE DON’T DRAG ME INTO THIS.’ You thought.

·“What are you talking about? Don’t bring her into this.” you were mentally thanking him. “I saw your posts. You seem to be really comfy with that babysitter. What is she? A rebound?”

·You were waiting for those words. “She’s just a friend. She’s not important.”

·But instead, you were shocked to hear “You wanna know who she is to me? A woman who actually cares for MIn Jae and me. I love her and she’s someone that makes me ten times happier then you could ever have. She’s an amazing woman and I could see my future with her. She’s the real mother Min Jae deserves.”

·You nearly dropped your coffee when you heard him say that. “HE FELT THE SAME WAY? HOLY SHJHEDUQEBQEBY” you thought.

·“I suggest you leave or I’ll call security. The next time I’ll call you is when Min Jae wants to see you, which might not be anytime soon.” He waited and soon, she left.

·he turned around and saw you looking at him wide-eyed.

·He was stuck between “HOLY CRAP DID SHE HEAR EVERYTHING?” and “I HOPE SHE HEARD HOW MUCH I WANT TO BE WITH HER.”

·You stood up and opened your arms really wide. He ran towards you and hugged you tightly.

·“Was that…” “Yeah, that was her.” “Well, you took it well.” “Y/N…” “I mean if it was me, I’d be crying.” “Y/N.” “But you were really professional y’know. Very proud of-” “Y/N!” he said.

·“I know you heard what I said.” “Did I?” you said nervously. He gave you a look. “Okay, yeah I did. Is it true?”

·“Did you really think I’d lie about how amazing you are? WHY IS IT THAT BOTH YOU AND MIN JAE HAVE NO FAITH IN ME?” you laugh at his little pouty face.

·“Yes, it’s very true. I want to be with you. I want to hear Min Jae call you Mumma or whatever you want him to call you. I want to spend my life with both of you. I-” before he could continue, you kissed him. He was shocked at first,

·It’s been a while, folks

·He wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed you back.

·Suddenly, you heard a loud scream. Both of you turned around, seeing Johnny covering Min Jae’s eyes while Taeil and Jaehyun covered Mark and Haechan’s eyes.

·“GET A ROOM YOU TWO! THERE'S CHILDREN IN THE AREA.” Taeil said. Mark and Donghyuck tried to swat their hands away but the two kept a firm grip on their faces.

·“WE’RE ADULTS, YOU OLD MAN!” Hyuck said to Taeil. Taeil merely rolled his eyes

·You watched in amusement but Taeyong was a blushing mess. “JOHNNY, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STAY IN THE OFFICE.” “I’m sorry but HAVE YOU SEEN MIN JAE’S POUTY FACE WENT HE WANTS ICE CREAM? I COULDN’T RESIST MY FAVOURITE AND ONLY NEPHEW.” You laughed really loudly before all the guys came to you and started introducing themselves to you.

·Johnny passed Min Jae to Taeyong and Min Jae smiles at him. “Papa, you know what this means right?” “What?” “You owe me 2 scoops of ice cream.” Taeyong facepalmed but smiled because he was too happy.

· that was also the first time your mom met Taeyong. “Ahh, so this is the man you won’t stop talking about? I like him.” “MOM SKSKKKSKSSKSKSS.”

·Years had passed by and you were married to Lee Taeyong.

·you were also the proud Mumma of Min Jae.

·He proposed to you after 2 years of dating. THE PROPOSAL WAS SO CUTE HFIYRHBFIERYV

·Min Jae also started calling you Mumma after the first year of dating. Taeyong told him prior that he wanted to marry you. Min Jae’s reaction was “Wait, so Mumma is going to be my ACTUAL Mumma?” Taeyong couldn’t help but smile, “Yes buddy. She is.”

· he was really scared of loving after his ex left but after you walked in, he wasn’t anymore.

·He brought you to the same aquarium. He brought you to the penguin area, where you could pet the penguins. You were super excited. Suddenly you turned around saw Taeyong bent on one knee.

·“Taeyong…” “Y/N, I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while now.” “Dr. Lee Taeyong, please don’t joke about stuff like this.” He laughed “I’m really serious, my dear.”

·SUDDENLY TWO PENGUINS, ONE WITH A BOW TIE AND THE OTHER WITH A VEIL WADDLED UP TO HIM WITH THE HELP OF THE KEEPERS. ONE HANDED HIM A RED VELVET BOX.

·He opened the box and revealed a beautiful diamond ring with tiny sapphires.

·“Will you marry me and be Min Jae’s official Mumma?” YOU SQUEALED AND JUMPED ONTO HIM. HE HUGGED YOU TIGHTLY AND HE SPUN YOU AROUND.

·“A THOUSAND TIMES YES!”

·The wedding was a beautiful outdoor ceremony. You had the dream garden wedding.

·Taeyong was exceptionally nervous.

·Quick reminder, Taeyong was never married! Just in case, you guys forget.

·the moment you walked down the aisle, he was already tearing up. Min Jae was standing next to his dad proudly. He whispered to himself “That’s my Mumma.”

·The wedding was amazing and you were about to leave for your honeymoon. Both of you offered Min Jae to follow but he pulled the ‘big boy’ card and the guys argued on who was going to take care of him. They all wanted to. Jaehyun won and he took care of Min Jae with his girlfriend.

·The honeymoon was amazing, he took you to the Maldives and you spent an amazing week together.

·After you came back, Min Jae was so happy to finally have a proper mother.

·You were a proud mom okay. Yelling out ‘THAT’S MY SON! GO BOO BOO!” when he scored a goal or when he was performing during a concert. Don’t worry, Taeyong didn’t stop you, he was equally as loud as you were. Heck, all of Min Jae’s uncles and aunties were his biggest supporters.

·It was a quiet afternoon and you were waiting for Taeyong to come home.

·You felt something change about you and you checked it out. The results made you shed tears of joy.

· You heard the door open and jumped up. You saw Taeyong help carry Min Jae’s baseball bat.

· “And I scored again, Papa!” “I’m really proud of you, bud!” “MUMMA!” Min Jae ran to you. You kissed his entire face. He was giggling, then he told both you and Taeyong he was going to shower.

·“Hello, love.” He walked to you and wrapped his hands around your waist.

·He kissed your forehead. You stayed like that for a few minutes before you looked up.

·“Are you tired?” “Not really.” “Honey, I have something to tell you.” “Hm?” “You can tell Johnny and the guys that Min Jae won’t be the only nephew anymore.”

·His eyes widen as he looked at you. “Love, are you…” he looked down at your belly and you nod.

·“I’m pregnant.”

Hello~ did you guys like it? I don’t actually know how the medical world works, I only know the basics. I deeply apologize if there are mistakes. I also apologise if I've offended anyone in any way.

Credits to the owner of the photo.

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judesaves · 4 years

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it’s the middle of the night, but i’ll just plop down and say hello anyways! this here is my star-of-his-high-school-hockey-team-but-not-his-ahl-team, formally big fish in a huge ass pond, still-kinda-under-the-oppressive-influence-of-his-evangelical-dad hockey playing Good Boi Jude.

judah ‘jude’ ames (casey cott) who works as a cashier at the armory. he’s from thunder bay, ontario and lives in east vale. they’re ardent and optimistic but can also be vacuous and prudish. sometimes, they’re known as the sanctimonious.

my bio is super long so i apologize in advance, but here’s all you need to know abt judie the prudie!

full name / nicknames: Judah Seth Ames / Jude, Judie, J, the Bae From Thunder Bay age / date of birth: 27 / July 30th, 1992 place of birth: Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada previous residences / current residence: Sarnia, Ontario, Canada; Kitchener, Ontario, Canada; London, Ontario, Canada; Hershey, Pennsylvania; Chicago, Illinois; Des Moines, Iowa / Kingscrest, Colorado citizenship / ethnicity: Canadian (on a sports visa) / White (English, Danish, Dutch, German) religion: Lutheran socioeconomic status / political affiliation: Upper Class / Unaffiliated, but liberal leaning martial status: Single sexual & romantic orientation: heterosexual, hetero-romantic (he’s not questioned it, at the very least) education / occupation: high school graduate / cashier at The Armory

former teams / current team: Hershey Bears, Chicago Wolves, Iowa Wild / Kingscrest Knights position / shoots: Center / Right jersey number: #41 NHL draft: 79th overall, Washington Capitals professional playing career: 2010 – 2018

parents: Teresa Ames (mother), David Ames (father) siblings: Jared Ames (older brother by two years), Jacob Ames (younger brother by eleven years), Julianne Ames (younger sister by eleven years) offspring: none pets: family dog named Gretsky (German Shepherd), though he’s back in Thunder Bay

faceclaim: Casey Cott hair color / eye color: brown / pale green height / build: 5′11″ / athletic, muscular tattoos / piercings: none / none distinguishable features / scars: big lips, strong jawline / various bodily scars from hockey injuries over his lifetime dexterity: right handed known allergies: none visual impairment / hearing impairment: none / none nicotine use / drug use / alcohol use: no / no / socially

traits: confident, brawny, optimistic, playful, prudish, vacuous, arrogant, disapproving temperament: choleric alignment: lawful good enneagram: type one, the reformer mbti: ESTJ hogwarts house: gryffindor vice / virtue: pride / chastity likes / dislikes: hockey, the feeling of skates gliding on smooth ice, exercising, sleeping, cheesecake, snow, comedies, rules / montreal canadiens, partying, breaking his diet, the fear of never making it to the nhl, broccoli, phone calls from his father, westerns, soccer favorite media: to kill a mockingbird by harper lee (book), planes, trains, and automobiles (film), bob’s burgers (television show), tell her about it by billy joel (song) favorite color: blue

hockey has been a part of judah’s life for longer than he can remember. his first memories include the freezing solidness of the ice, the snug feeling of skates on his feet, the weight of a helmet upon his head. jude grew up believing he was born to play hockey, and really, he wasn’t wrong. a complete natural, despite hating it the first time his parents put him on the ice. a tantrum ensued, even though jared, his older brother and jude’s personal childhood hero, promised him it wasn’t scary and he was safe; he wanted to do everything jared did, but he wasn’t ready yet.

hockey wasn’t the only thing he was scared of. his father, david, taught his sons about hell before they were old enough to understand the concept. he taught them about sins. how fornication would damn you, how adultery would greet you with the devil, how doing anything wrong would leave you burning in hell forever. the list of things that were wrong to do, however, got longer and longer as his children grew, until doing anything but praying or playing a sport would condemn his soul. jude never heard his father say it, but he felt he was doing something wrong, something sinful when he cried and plopped down on the ice that day, begging for his brother to pick him up and bring him off the slippery ice.

his soul was saved after he turned five, when he got tired of watching jared play and wanted to join his older brother in the rink. the second time he laced up a pair of skates, at the tender age of five, jude fell in love. he finally fulfilled his purpose, or rather realized it. still so young, the local mini mite league not much more than toddlers standing around on the ice as the coaches uselessly tried to direct them on wobbly skates, little jude became fascinated with the sport. watching it constantly on the television, attending all of his older brother’s games, wearing all the leafs apparel his parents bought for him. their summers spent on roller blades playing with a toy goal set in the driveway, their winters spent freezing in the stands or skating on razor sharp blades.

as the minor leagues started raising up with age, so did the level of skills needed to play, and jude quickly proved to be a natural. the way he glided effortlessly, the way he turned on the hairpin edge of blades with ease, the way he listened and adhered to direction like a loyal solider. judah had memorized the rule book from front to back by the time he was nine, could spout off any definition or recall the minutiae details of a rule his own coaches had mostly forgotten, to the point of annoyance for his teammates and coaching staff. anyone could see that jude was going places, they could tell jude was going to make it.

but he wasn’t going to go as far as jared. jude paled in comparison to his older brother. for every rule he could recite like a sermon or puck he could hit squarely into the net, jared was faster, harder, stronger, better. he lived in jared’s shadow and what a well-lived in shadow it was. it didn’t matter how good jude was when jared was there, it didn’t matter if jude was a good player when jared was great… for a time.

the ames family added two more children, a pair of twins. jacob and julianne came into the world when jude and jared were eleven and fourteen respectively. even with two new babies in the house, the two older ames brothers were never distracted from their shared sport. their mother the focus of the childrearing, their father focused on rearing his two sons into hockey prodigies. loyal servants to the church of god and gretzky, the ames boys were good, they were righteous, they were perfect. perfect, how that word seemed to follow them. perfect, that was the ultimate praise from their father, when they followed the letter of jesus or their coaches. the fear of disappointing their father was the fear of going to hell. they had to be the best, they had to be perfect, they had to be righteous if they were going to make it.

the foundation of their perfect little family started to crack once jude was headed into peewee. the pressure from their father a fixture that had known for their entire lives, the pressure that kept them perfect, jared finally bent underneath that weight. his playing, while always more fast-paced and fierce than jude’s, got sloppier and less dignified. his hits were less than clean, his gloves dropped more than they didn’t, his pucks still landed in the goals but their passes to get there were dangerous. if that didn’t piss off their father enough, jared would stay out later, would go to parties on school nights, would refuse to go to church. i’m the bad one now, judie, so you don’t have to be, jared whispered to him once on a drive back from practice but jude didn’t understand what his brother meant.

jude was never in danger of being the bad one. the meek one, yes, the quiet one or the shy one, but he was never bad. his behavior, his playing, it was barely less than perfect. as jared’s star started to diminish (in their father’s eyes, at least, since jared only got more popular at school the more he partied), focus started to turn on jude. david’s focus, namely. david started taking jude out for hot chocolate after practices, ice cream parlors after winning a game. david wouldn’t let jude end up like jared, he wouldn’t let jude go down the same road of sin his older brother walked down. jared was still a good player, yes, or rather he still played well, but he wasn’t perfect anymore. jared was getting worse, jude was only getting better.

even if jared proclaimed that he was willingly taking the heat off of jude, a rift started to grow between the two. people were starting to praise jude more, talk about him more, talk about how good he was getting. the shadow that jude lived in was starting to shift, others were starting to notice him. judah ames, just a boy of fourteen, was the one the parents of his teammates would point out, the one they’d beg their children to hang out with in case his discipline and skill would rub off on them. his thoughts were only occupied with hockey, every dream he had was just reliving old games or planning for future ones. everything related to it, no matter if he was looking for a connection or not. hockey was the only personality he had.

who could blame him, though? with the way his father yelled from the stands, often yelling louder than the coach. with the way his father dropped him off promptly before practice began and picked up him not a second after it ended. as the reins on jared were forcibly loosened, the reins tightened on jude and david promised himself and god that he’d never let judah seth ames go. they moved across ontario with every minor team jared or judah joined, though they always considered thunder bay to be their home. as jude became more disciplined, more refined in his playing, jared got worse, got messier, to the point that he was considered the goon of their team. the two ames boys, once both considered perfect, once identified by the order of their birth, were now classified by good or bad, clean or dirty, pure or sinful.

seventeen, the year in every hockey player’s life that things start to change. the nhl just a dream for them, it becomes more realized as the draft starts to tick down and loom over them. jared, playing badly and antics getting more dramatic as their father focused more on jude, felt his dream slipping from him fast. the scouts eyes, once glued to him at every game they attended, drifted to his little brother now. not even old enough to drink, jared ames was quickly becoming a has-been, before he ever really was something. the boy everyone thought was going to make it didn’t even make it to the draft. jared ames quit playing hockey at the age of nineteen.

judah wouldn’t end up like that, though. david ames promised that to his son and any other parent in the stands that still bothered to listen to his ramblings. judah ames was going to make it. he was perfection, on the ice and off it. most boys, even boys on the same team, were interested in girls, lots even had girlfriends. jude was interested, but he wasn’t allowed to be. boys like that were sinful, they were wrong, they were bad. jude wasn’t allowed a girlfriend, wasn’t even really allowed a friend. everything in his life revolved around hockey, even church as david led prayers for victory before every game. there wasn’t time to think about girls, to think about anything else. even studying was secondary, his grades were only required to be strong enough to let him play every game; the only part of his life that didn’t require perfection.

while jared struggled underneath the pressure, jude endured it, even flourished underneath it. an amazing player, not just in the way he shot and hit and skated, but in his attention to detail and rules. some even said he’d be the next sidney crosby, but jude wouldn’t let himself get intimidated by the comparison. he was good, but he wasn’t that good. he wasn’t perfect, not yet. the comparison he hated was the one to his brother, the older boys on the team that had played with jared before his retirement called jude ‘the replacement’. he hated that word, replacement, even more than the word perfect. his father didn’t help, telling him how he’s so much better than jared ever was, how jude was going to be the one to make it all the way to the top, like it was guaranteed.

the time for jude’s draft started nearing quickly as he entered his senior year of high school. the pressure from his father and his coaches got heavier as the date neared, even his brother (now living in an apartment back in thunder bay) contributing to the worry and excitement. always a dream of his, to make it to the majors, jude finally felt the cracking his brother before him felt. calm and collected on the ice, jude only felt anxiety when he left it every night. his dreams, usually filled with scenes of play, now only showed him a future where he’d end up exactly like jared. he had to make it to the nhl, he needed to make it there, he needed to be good, he needed to be perfect.

the draft finally only days away, jude worked tirelessly in the rink to keep his mind off of it. what if he didn’t get picked? what if he ended up like jared, not even making it to the draft? what if he hated the team he got picked for? oh god, what if he was drafted to montreal! his worries not helped by his father that only ever wanted to talk about the draft, jude spent those last few days wishing he never laced up his skates again that one winter day when he was five.

the draft came in a bubble of excitement and fear. finally the one thing he’d been waiting for his whole life was here. feeling like his stomach was going to cave in on itself, he nearly missed it when his name was finally called. the hershey bears, the ahl affliate of the washington capitals. not exactly what he wanted, preferring something in canada, but not too far from home and not too warm. in the end, jude was just excited to play the sport he loves. he was excited to make it to the draft, unlike his older brother. he was excited to be one step closer to the nhl. most of all, he was excited to be away from his father.

the excitement didn’t last long, however. well, it didn’t last forever. traded from the bears after a year, jude ended up being traded to the chicago wolves at the age of twenty two, settling in for most of his career in the minors. he was still a great player, but the professional leagues are all filled with great players, and he was already beginning to feel like an adult among children when his new teammates after every draft seemed to be getting younger and younger. by the time he was twenty five, jude knew he would likely never make it to the nhl, but he refused to acknowledge it. his father half-held belief in his son, and half-berated him for not yet making his nhl debut; every time they needed a spot filled for a game or two, they called someone else up, and jude had to explain to his father why exactly he wasn’t the best on his team, why the coaches didn’t notice him like they should’ve. the love of the game only carried him so far, and the yearning to be on a major professional team slowly turned to bitter regret. he couldn’t wonder why the ahl wasn’t enough for his father, why it’s not perfect, when he’s convinced of the same.

jude knew that if he wasn’t going to make it by now, he’d never make it to the nhl. traded after a few good years with the wolves, jude moved to iowa and played with the wild for only a season before he decided it was time to retire professionally. he was a star that had diminished, he was just another good player on an okay team, and soon he wouldn’t even be remembered by anyone. deciding not to renew his one year contract with the wild, jude went back to thunder bay, and quickly regretted moving back in with his parents on two fronts: he missed hockey, and he did not miss his father’s rants.

while his father’s influence lessened from distance and time apart, it was back in full force once he was under their roof again. while he was no longer concerned about staying pure and righteous (partying with hockey players barely out of their teens tends to do that), the thoughts that he was wrong, dirty, sinful started to creep back in. he was not just dirty from the sin of the outside world, he was dirty, stained, a failure. jude was not perfect, never was. just another failure, like his brother jared before him, it was a different sensation to be jealous when he was moping on the couch and watching as his younger brother jacob gathered his equipment in his bag and their father lectured jake about his sloppy skating last practice. he has never missed the pressure from his father before, and he can only hope that jake doesn’t crack underneath the weight now that their father’s hopes and dreams are on him.

after six months of tolerating his father and drifting aimlessly, missing his sport and hating it at the same time, he began to wonder if it was too late to sign that contract with the wild again. he called his own coaches when he knew his father was at his brother’s practices, begged to be signed again, but they told him what they already knew: he was twenty six years old, practically geriatric. there likely wouldn’t be a professional team to sign him, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t still play his beloved (and loathed) sport, and maybe keep a bit of hope alive in his heart that he might, one day, still make it. everyone in the hockey community knows about kingscrest, colorado. it practically generated out ice sports stars as quickly as thunder bay did, and if there was any way he could possibly be scouted for one more final time, it was there. barely letting his parents in on his plan, lest they try to talk him out of it (or worse, support with oppressive enthusiasm), jude made his way to colorado, where he’s been for a year now.

joining the knights, jude’s a mature player, and any hopes of being noticed or signed to any sort of professional team (god, how much he hated being in the minors, only to be begging christ to let him back on any team, even laval rocket) are kept secret and close to his heart. as far as his teammates know, he’s just an old guy enjoying the ice, reliving his glory days and being a stickler for the rules just as he did in peewee. the desire for perfection is something that he still feels, even if he tries everything in his power to avoid his father’s calls—lest he have to hear his father’s thoughts on the political landscape of america, despite being canadian, but jude already knows he’s not perfect. he knows that this is the end of the line, so he should milk it for everything it’s worth, but the thought of the future is even scarier. once he’s too old to play, his many injuries over the years finally catching up with his body, what else is there to do? once hockey’s gone, what will jude have left?

he’s not perfect, he’s not righteous, he’s not the next gretzky or crosby. but he did make it, even if it was not the nhl. he made it farther than his father or his older brother ever did. he’s free from his father, living by himself and by his own rules, playing the game he’s loved for twenty two years. shouldn’t that be good enough for him? shouldn’t that be perfect?

like every hockey player ever, hockey’s all he talks about. all he thinks about, really. like... constantly. i mean constantly. he really doesn’t have much of a personality outside of it, but it’s not really his fault bc he was taught to be like that by his father.

speaking of his dad. phew. major dad issues for this kid. the voice in his head is his father’s, not his own. has a lot of weird shame about the most random things, and some not-so-random things.

isn’t a virgin, but he acts like one, because he doesn’t want to seem dirty and #sinful, but he’s also just weird and awkward around women... and guys too. just everyone.

sweet but angsty. has a lot of regrets, but doesn’t like to talk about it much. hates being one of the older guys on the team, but he put himself there, and it’s like either be old af or not be on the team at all. doesn’t want to end up like his brother that quit just to sell cars back in the bay.

not actively religious, but still seems like a conservative good ol’ boy because he wears sweaters tucked in WITH a belt. not as innocent as he seems, but still pretty innocent and a little weird. wasn’t homeschooled but kinda seems like he was?

an encyclopedia of hockey rules and super annoying about it. will tattletale on you to the refs if he sees you Being Naughty on the ice, no matter what team you’re on. he’s good to have around if you wanna get an opposing player into the penalty box because if you alert him to it, he’ll go snitch immediately. love my goody two shoes!!

a sales associate at the armory, like half of the team. thinks it may make him look better to the coaches, but also just needs a job. his dad will only pay half, that’s right HALF!!, of his rent so jude works to catch up with that and have very little money on the side. whatever, he still gets to skate, so he should be happy. right? right?!

somewhat dumb, just because he was never encouraged to be smart by his father, just an obedient follower and an obsessive hockey player. can do simple math, but ask him about algebra and he’ll just get annoyed and walk away.

wanted connections:

fellow teammates: jude plays for the knights, so gimme good friends and better enemies! people he’s competitive with, people he helps/mentors, people he straight up can’t stand or people that can’t stand him.

figure skating friends (and enemies): jude has never been the figure skating type, but he thinks its pretty cool that they can do spins and stuff. he respects the artistry, but still feels a sort of competitiveness with them just from the nature of being two ice sports. so give me friends that he can cheer on, enemies he can roll his eyes at, etc!

just friends in general: he’s a pretty sad boi and very earnest, so he needs someone to chat with! either it can be superficial or maybe they’re close confidants, up to you. :)

roommates: jude rents an apartment in east vale, and while he’s used to being such a canadian WASP, he’s somewhat cut off financially from his parents and needs someone around to help pay the bills. plus he gets lonely at night! can’t sleep in an empty house!!

ex-girlfriend(s): jude’s only been in town for a year and a few months, but that’s enough time to date around. likely this relationship didn’t work out because jude has a lot of hangups about relationships and shame, and his body/sex in general, but there are probably other factors such as that he’s really obsessive about hockey and actually really, really bitter deep down. 22+

#fro: intro #hold your horses honey. i’ve got coupons for the pringles. ( ooc. )#i didn't proofread this bc it's almost 4 am and i've been working on this for three hours lol #so i apologize for any typos!!

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existentialpizzaman · 5 years

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Naruto shitty buddy cop movie

Kakashi and iruka adopted naruto, sasuke, Sakura, and live in a crowded three bedroom apartment together

The kids are insanely difficult to raise, they just scream at all hours, but ultimately they’re a generally happy family

Kakashi ges our for milk one day

Six years later he and Gai are happily married with three kids (Lee, Tenten, Neji) in a nice suburban neighborhood

One day naruto shows up out of no where with a gun

(It’s not an actual loaded gun naruto just sort of found it and now carries it around)

(He definitely learned fun gun flinging tricks, but because it’s a hand gun not a colt it’s super awkward and he drops it all the time)

“WHERES THE FUCKING MILK BITCH”

Naruto has actually been lookin for sasuke who disappeared a few months earlier, his trail led him to Kakashi

Reluctantly, Kakashi agrees to help naruto find sasuke cause he fell eels a little guilty (but not that guilty, let’s be honest)

Naruto isn’t actually that close to finding sasuke and he’s actually a really bad detective but Kakashi won’t say anything about it he just goes along with naruto as he bumbles around the city trying to find sasuke and Kakashi is just sort of in the background for most of it, but while naruto isn’t looking he is doing actual research and trying to sway naruto in the right direction

Sasuke got involved in a gang trying to find his own real family that he was adopted from into iruka and kakashi’s original family. Turns out they were a crime family but they were all massacred and sasuke it trying to reignite their business but is failing miserably

Naruto and Kakashi are questioning diedara and naruto gets tired of asking questions and pulls his unloaded gun out and unintentionally starts a gun fight

Naruto gets shot in the crossfire in the leg and Kakashi totally just leaves him there and takes off in narutos car, defenseless

Naruto meets Itachi, sasuke last living relative, who’s also looking for sasuke and is deep undercover

The two of them hit it off, and Itachi actually teaches naruto how to shoot his gun and gives him live ammo (a huge mistake) they actually really like each other and complain about sasuke being a drama queen together

(They have a tender moment where Itachi thanks naruto for being a brother where Itachi couldn’t)

Kakashi continues the investigation without naruto and his leads take him to a warehouse that sasuke is supposedly hiding out in with a bunch of other people from other crime families whatever idk

He sneaks in at the same time naruto and Itachi sneak in and they bump into each other while sneaking around, naruto and Itachi are in disguise but Kakashi isn’t, they scare each other coming around a corner, naruto shoots Kakashi in the hand.

“What the fuck It’s me! I’m not even wearing a disguise!”

“I know. That was for leaving me behind! TWICE”

They find sasuke and in the ensuing fight Itachi dies and sasuke realizes he should’ve just stayed with naruto blah blah blah it’s all very sweet and sad

“Aren’t you that guy who left our dad with three unbearable children? Oh and you started another family somewhere different? Cool. Bitch”

Sasuke slaps Kakashi. Hard.

It’s a very awkward ride from the warehouse. Sasuke is still in shock from his brother dying and is crying silently in the backseat while heavily dissasociating. Naruto is sitting in the passenger seat pleased as punch, smiling up a storm. Kakashi is driving with a bloody hand, bleeding all over the place. ABBA is playing softly on the radio. They don’t speak a single word to each other the whole time.

They go back to iruka. Gai’s kids are waiting there too. Naruto Lee tenten sasuke Neji and Sakura all sit in the living room of iruka’s apartment having tea together while iruka LOUDLY tears Kakashi a new one in the background. He’s throwing shit and screaming. The six of them are just enjoying their tea and trying not to make eye contact.

Please add more im in love with this concept

#naruto fanfiction #naruto #kakagai #kakashi x iruka #naruto buddy cop movie

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pafsplayground · 4 years

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OKAY WELL I REALLY WANT TO RANT ABOUT MY OCS SO YEAH Y'ALL HAVE TO SIT THROUGH THIS FOR A BIT

Page is super self conscious, that's why he's literally the only one in his immediate family who wears a mask.

Lil Meg was found rummaging in the trash by Jiri, she immediately bit Jiri's wings upon being picked up.

The last time Twist had more than two airheads they almost broke their leg after forgetting that their hand isn't attached to their body and tried to dangle from a tree. They were not allowed candy since.

Claymore LOVES coffee. It doesn't have the same effect to him as it does to others (cuz hes an alien) but he likes it.

Kinda obvious but Claymore smells like clay.

Page has a strawberry garden in his and Twist's backyard.

Fluff brings Claymore coffee from the Cafe whenever she visits her brothers.

Jiri, who started as just my internet persona, is now considered a universe jumping being. This is why she plays a roll in Lil Meg meeting Page and Twist despite not technically belonging in their universe.

Tove and Fluff have been friends since 7th grade.

Draca likes all meat EXCEPT for turkey, for some reason. Nobody knows why but that's the ONLY meat she won't eat. She is why ham is present at family dinners during this universe's version of thanksgiving.

Yes, they have a different version of thanksgiving in this world.

Lee, Hunter's daughter, plays Smash Bros and mains Kirby.

She has also completed every run in Undertale. Including all the neutral endings.

Fluff likes musicals. Her current favourite is The Lightning Thief musical. Totally not just me projecting on my own characters

Draca struggled with her sexuality for a while because she was never introduced to the concept of sexuality (not her mom's fault, you can't expect a dragon to think it's important to specify. Her mom is very supportive.)

Probably cursed but in this universe the Cats musical is called Humans and Humans (2019) is just as cursed as Cats (2019).

Fluff makes great smoothies.

Hunter has a Reddit account SOLELY because he frequents r/roastme. He's very well known there.

Lee has TONS of Worms-on-strings. She sells them for two dollars a worm at school. She has multiple packs of thirty sitting in her closet.

Fluff loves buying succulents. She has three on her nightstand.

While Fluff has a green thumb, Draca has a black thumb of death. She can't even water a plant without killing it.

Draca is lactose intolerant.

Which is a real shame because she loves cheesecake.

Fluff's tail gets REALLY heavy after a shower and she spends 30 minutes after showering using a blow dryer on it.

Lee has Minecraft pajamas. Tons of them. More than just the Enderman onesie.

Amari has a tiktok account with 10k followers.

Hunter does his best to be a good dad to Lee. He goes all out on birthday decorations and themes.

The Boone-Kless family get together once a month for DnD. Draca's mom hosts for the atmosphere, she also roleplays the bbeg because it hits different when a 50 foot long dragon is the one monologuing.

Lee has ADHD and uses fidget toys and sensory stuff.

Page loves trail mix.

There is literally no reason for twist to not have an arm I just decided why not and gave them a floating hand and no arms. Their twin sister is perfectly normal.

Oh yeah they have a twin sister.

While uncle Alistair could have raised the Boone kids, he was already dealing with 2 year old Adya and Twist so he didn't want an infant and a six year old to worry about.

The Boone kids were raised by grandma and grandpa Uroe instead.

Fluff was 4 and Hunter was 9 when they found Claymore and his little crash site. (I'll talk about Claymore's story in a separate post.)

Lee WILL talk your ear off about her special interests.

Despite everyone in this universe being furries, pets do still exist. It's like a monkey-human situation.

Fluff wants a pet snake.

Both Fluff and Page are eggnog monsters. During the holidays, it's best to get your cup before they even know it's in the house or you won't get any.

Draca is a great cook. Fluff on the other hand, is better at baking.

Page and Fluff bond over baking.

As much as she loves the latte art Fluff can do, Lee is no longer allowed more than one (1) cup of coffee a week.

Nobody knows why Hunter and Fluff's parents had a hit on them. It's a cold case.

Hunter has nightmares about his parents.

Hunter made some mistakes as a teen and as a result, is a single dad. Lee's mom wasn't a nice person. He blames himself.

Draca can breathe fire but she doesn't use it often. When she gets tired, little puffs of smoke come out of her nose.

Switching universes for a sec, the largest age gap between the Test Subjects is 3 years (Sty 13, Carmen 16)

The youngest known subject was 9 but the "researchers" felt like they were too annoying and stubborn to deal with.

The current youngest known subject is 12. They are not central to the story. If it's any consolation, the Test Subjects do end up busting out the others eventually.

The Test Subjects were captive for 2 years. Adam was 13. Cam was 13. Sty was 10 (and a half!).

After busting out; Adam, Cam, and Sty helped Carmen out. As a result, freeing Julie as well.

Julie is an asshole and never gets redeemed in any way. She manipulated and took advantage of Carmen and deserves what she gets.

Not a single main character in The Test Subjects is straight. Not one.

Adam is aro ace.

Cam is an ace lesbian.

Sty is a demi boy (they/them and he/him) and gay.

Carmen is a lesbian.

Julie is.... Well.... She's Julie. She doesn't care. She's pan, I guess.

Cam spent MONTHS stumbling around before Adam and Sty just went "nope, we are GETTING you a cane"

The "researchers" didn't give two shits about the subjects comfort or pain. They'd regularly perform horrible stitching and this resulted in them just saying "if it bothers you so much, fix it yourself".

Basically the subjects performed surgery on each other to PROPERLY stitch up whatever transplants they had.

They also bandaged them poorly, so the subjects would have their "roommates" fix it.

The rooms they were kept in had one "bed" that they either fought over or took turns on.

They weren't kept in the best condition is what I'm saying.

Carmen is the mom friend of the group.

If I could draw it right, Carmen would have a lip piercing. We'll have to settle for earrings for now.

On the topic of piercings, Draca would definitely have an eyebrow piercing if her scales didn't get in the way.

Speaking of Draca, she was a very rebellious teenager. One time she graffitied a huge green dragon on the side of a building that cut down a ton of trees in front of her mom's cave.

Speaking of Draca's mom, she's bisexual and currently dating a Sapper named Trix.

Back to the dnd thing, here are their most played classes.

Draca tends to play barbarians or paladins. Real tank-y classes.

Fluff plays druid or sorcerer.

Claymore likes playing bard.

Hunter tends to go for rangers.

Twist likes playing a wild mage.

Page prefers wizards or warlocks.

When they let her play, Lee plays a Cleric.

Mipos, Draca's mom, never told Draca what kind of dragon they are.

Lee decorates her room with stickers and posters.

These are the Boone-Kless fam's current PCs

#judy talks #judy's art #judy's ocs #headcanons #headcanon dump #canon facts #ocs #oc #original character #ask to tag #original characters #original story

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xiustagram · 5 years

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Happy birthday to Kim Minsoek and here’s a list of things that makes me love him even more :

He’s the biggest exo-l

A fluff ball

The silent hyung in exo

Okay let’s ignore his dad jokes lol

‘Annyeonghaseyo, EXO Xiumin Imnida’

tvxq’s number #1 fan

exo’s real maknae™

his gummy smile

the way he gets wrinkles when he smiles!

kim junmeyon’s best Friend

exo’s personal tissue supplier

the way he complained about the members in mbc video because they don’t want to drink with him

sehun’s favorite hyung

his beautiful friendship relationship with chen

“ he’s like a wife to me ”

the way he goes to a full-on boyfriend material in a second

his friendship with all the members

and the dumber and dumbest™ friendship with baekhyun

the way he forgets his insta password and ends up deleting it every time!

His selfies

when he taps his bottom lip when he’s thinking of what to say

the way he fans himself and hold his cheeks when he gets embarrass

him being homebody

his hair colours™

shu shu~

his rap in blooming days

“can i be your boyfriend , can i ? ”

he makes so many hearts each and every time he sees exo-ls’

he gets shy and nervous more than other member

the way he’s very careful with his interactions

his phone cases

he always gives his fans whatever they ask him to

e_xiu_o

unappreciated singer and he knows it!

“marshmallow , marshmallow~”

his skin care routine

he’s so supportive

he went on nct’s concert

was spotted on wanna one’s last concert

he’s a gentleman

In 'cbx climb the ladder’ he gave his train seat to a student (?!?)

“i wanted to meet little mermaids”

from innocent to rude in 0 seconds

his performance in artificial love

his acting in falling for challenge

his smirk ?!?

his judging look ?!?

he gave his lines in unfair to lay to sing

his love for coffee

tan’s dad

he’s so clingy ?

someone plss take care of him

the way he does things with his mouth

his eyebrows!

the way he tries heart and soul to keep his families identify a secret

the way he looked at daniel curiously when he was washing dishes

mark lees dad ??!?

xiuhun

“lu-ge”

the way he looks at exo-ls’ , like they are the only things that matters!

when he wipes his hands he always cleans every single finger

is super attentive

when he talks to people he makes it a point to make eye contact and even when he’s just listening he always looks at who’s speaking

the way he throws his head back when he’s laughing and his smiles goes especially gummy and wide

if he asks a question , he tilts his head and holds his chin as he asks it

the way he got super shy and embarrassed when daniel said he looks more cute and handsome in real life

and the way he had a liddol mental breakdown when he saw daniel’s mess lmao

his collaborations !!

young and free

call you bae

his solo 'the one’ ??

the man who sells the river

his performance in beyond (?!?!)

his love for football

his dancing !!!

his hand synchronization habit ??

he’s so , so tiny

his legendary bucket hat ( that’s all chanyeol’s fault )

his airport fashion !!

baggy, oversized hoodies and sportswear that makes him look even more smoooll

no wonder he’s the only one who understands suho’s jokes lol

his high notes !!

his rappings

he was listed 2nd as one of the 7male idols 'lip cave’ point that attracts many people to become a fan

he was listed in hundred most handsome kpop idol from exo

that gif of his manager closing his mouth for him it’s literally the cutest thing i’ve ever seen

he always , always acts so strong for the fans

during mamas , the way he went behind jongdae because he was crying

sassy af

when chen said he looks like a fairy and he said he knows he’s a fairy (!?!?) 'cause sometime you just gotta stan yourself

his gorgeous

his cheeks ?!?

and the way he cried watching the video that staff prepared for cbx !!

he never shows us that how much tired he is!

he so energetic

so precious !

i love my lil baby so much , i hope life treats him well and may all the happiness reaches towards him

#HappyXiuminday!!

#happyxiuminday #happyminseokday #exosnet #exo #xiumin #kim minseok #exo edits #my edits #xiumin edits #that last minute birthday post

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all-of-the-imagines-for-eve · 5 years

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United We Stand ~ Sweet Pea (Part 7)

A/n: Haven't updated this in a MINUTE, huh? Well, here's to the continuation ig lol

Word Count: 2537

MASTERLIST

Alene completely disappeared.

The first day Sweet Pea tried not to think about it but after an entire week passed where he saw absolutely nothing of her, he was worried. The others, who had classes with her, said they didn't see her in class. She wasn't coming gone to the trailer. THE trailer, because it wasn't his anymore. It was theirs. Except that now that she was gone it was just a place he lived, not the new kind of home they'd built together.

He hadn't even realized how much of his life was her. It was weird to sleep without her figure against his, her warmth and breath felt against his skin. Without waking up to see her face or hear her voice. Even just knowing that she was okay or being sure that she was well rested and had something to look forward to or smile about or a moment to relax and that no one had picked on her to much. Or... worse.

He was going out of his mind with worry. He got so desempate that he went to her dad's house. He knocked on the door, ready to face the worst, only to be surprised when a tired man that seemed ready to fall apart answered.

This was not the same man that had wrenched the door opened the night Sweet Pea had taken Alene away from this house, but he did have the same face. Did the Devil Man have a righteous twin?

"Uh... are you Alene's dad?"

The man looked up hesitantly, his shyness reminding Sweet Pea of how Alene used to be when they first met. It made him uneasy and he found himself readying for a jump scare or some sort of attack. "I have to say yes, don't I?" His eyes watered and he whimpered. Sweet Pea shifter uncomfortably. "She's gone. Been gone so long. Probably killed herself and it's all my fault. I'm such a terrible father. I wish she would come home. Place is so... empty without her. I miss her. Martha..." the man moaned miserably and Sweet Pea turned and walked away. She wasn't here. He didn't know who Martha was but Alene definitely wasn't here.

He hated to think about her in that house, getting beat on and touched and used in every way and then made to feel bad for the person who was ripping away at her with his claws. How evil does someone have to be to turn her disappearance into an occasion to talk about himself? He hadn't even asked if Sweet Pea knew anything, or asked why Sweet Pea was there or how he knew her. No, he was fishing for reassurance that he wasn't a terrible father. He was fishing for a compliment, an ease. It sickened Sweets. No wonder she stayed. She pitied him. She was too pure for her own good.

He waited until Monday, planning on going to the police after school if she wasn't there again. He'd been avoiding it because if anyone would be considered when a South Side-friendly North Sider went missing would be the Serpent who asked about her... but her safety was worth him being stereotyped and over analyzing and run through the wash.

Conveniently, that was the day he noticed her.

He hadn't realized it, but recently she'd worn more decisive colors. Black and purple and neons and pastels. Lively colors that drew the eye and made her pop out. Today, she wore one of her old shirts: a beige, long sleeved sweater and faded grey-black jeans. Turns out she had had a bunch of jeans that had just worn out over time, not one pair she wore every day. It hadn't been an issue before, but now she faded into the walls, keeping her head down and her body small and she weaves and bobbed and dodged and stayed hidden.

His eyes went wide. How had she backtracked so much from where she had been before?

...What had happened to knock her down?

"Lee!" He called, trying to maneuver through the crowd to her. The girl froze, her body responding without her permission. That voice, that name. It wasn't within her power to resist it. And once she saw his face? It was over.

He found his way to her, his hands hovering between them, wanting to touch her, but not sure if she wanted him to.

Spoiler alert: She VERY MUCH wanted him to.

He looked around at the most students who were giving them side eyes and slowing down to try and hear their conversation. He swallowed. "Can we... talk?" He looked at her desperately.

"What do we have to talk about?" She asked. Her eyes met his and he realized that despite her skill of blending in and fading out, she hadn't really backtracked at all. She still had all her confidence, she was just using it to hide.

His face twisted in hurt. "Lee-"

"Don't call me that," she snapped. He stepped away from her. She might as well have slapped her. She just needed a distance. She needed space. She needed him to stop saying that name with that voice, low and soothing and full of concern. It was too painful, too distracting. To him though, it seemed she was cutting that last string that held them together. They were worryingly far apart and he couldn't even begin to reach her.

His lips parted but no sound came out. He closed his mouth. She clasped her hands behind her back to try and keep hold of her self control. Finally he found his words. "So that's it?" His teeth locked together and the edge of his jaw pressed against his skin, working and grinding.

She looked around at the students too. Yeah, this wasn't a good place. "Let's go somewhere else," she said quietly. He followed numbly after her as she guided them outside, to the football field that was abandoned during school hours. The bell rang in the distance but neither of them much cared. Honestly school could suck it.

When they stopped, she stayed facing away from him. Her eyes were watering and her hands, now clasped in front of her, were shaking. His words ran through her head again and again as she swallowed her own words she was so desperate to say. That's it, he had asked. As if it was up to her. As if SHE had been the one to say that was it for them. SHE had not said that they would not work. Put this space between them that was killing her. She had hid, doing everything she could to be invisible in this school once again. And when she was really hiding, it seemed Sweet Pea was the only one who could see her. What did that mean? Maybe it didn't mean anything! Maybe she was just so desperate for an alternative ending to this story that she was searching for something that wasn't there.

Maybe she'd been a fun experiment this whole time. Could he solve the puzzle? Could he figure her out? Could he find a North Sider that wasn't complete shit? But then he'd gotten too involved and now...

Sweet Pea swallowed as he went to say her name to get her attention and then thought of her snapping at him not to say it. She didn't want him to call her Lee but he couldn't bring himself to call her Alene. He couldn't do that, it would be final then. "Hey," he croaked. He closed his eyes. "It's not easy for me to open up to someone that isn't one thing or another. I used to think this world was black and white, and then you cake along and became this gray area that scared and intrigued me and I was so drawn to you." He took a step closer. "So I'm not good at this. This gray area. This word thing. Opening up and turning what I'm feeling into explanation. But what I said, it... I didn't mean that we would never work. I meant... I meant that seeing you look so North Side terrified me because, what if you realize what South Side Serpents really are, you know? We're not always butterflied and safety nets. We're not always big and strong. We don't always win. We're not heroes. We do bad things and get involved with bad people. I mean, Tall Boy for one. The Snake Charmer." He flinched at the memories of the two people he never wanted to see again. "What I'm saying is that you're so... good. You deserve to be happy and safe and sure of where you are, and you can't have that with me. And I'm terrified you're going to realize that."

Lee turned slowly to face Sweets and both froze upon seeing each other's expressions. Both of their eyes were watery and her hands were shaking as he wrung his wrists. They were falling apart.

"This is ridiculous," Lee groaned. "Let me tell you now, I know you're not perfect. That the Serpents aren't perfect. But I was willing to work to make it work, imperfections and all. You aren't a safety zone, Sweets, you're my-" she cut off, suddenly realizing that they'd never officialized anything. She was so stunned that something came out of her mouth that she had been trying not to say. "I love you." Her eyes widened and Sweet Pea didn't move a single muscle, trying to process. "You're not perfect and you're not all good. But what the fuck ever!" She looked at him, her words growing louder. "I'm NOT a princess. I'm a prisoner. Cheryl is a princess. Betty is a princess. I'm trapped in this stupid world I want nothing part of, looking for a reason to escape. YOU are that reason, Sweets. You want to know what was going on when I was with all those North Siders? I was enjoying a joke. A temporary phenomenon." She stepped closer to him. "I went deep into hiding since we've been apart. Kept my head SUPER low and took absolutely no risks. No one else could see me, Sweets. I disappeared. I was invisible again... to everyone except you. I think I knew. I avoided you so much because I was scared you wouldn't see me like everyone else, even more scared that you would. But you saw me and it's so much better than I thought it would be." Her eyes closed. "I get it if you don't feel the same but-"

Sweet Pea rushed her. Their lips met and his hands pulled her close. She went tense, freezing, and then even so slowly responded. Her lips worked with his, her hands reaching up and tangling in his hair. They fused together, and to anyone watching it wasn't completely sure where one stopped and the other started. It was heated, their bodies lighting on fire. It was impossible to move, breathe, or even think because the sizzling and burning that made it impossible to part also made it unbearable to stay together. She shivered and his hands tightened on her.

Finally it ended. Mercifully. Unfortunately. The fire was terrible except that it was also life giving and cleansing. It super charged them and wiped every other emotion off the table. It was painful and it hurt oh so good.

When they did finally stop kissing, they didn't stop touching, keeping the fire alive. Their foreheads pressed together, their noses brushing and their breaths mixing. "I love you too," Sweet Pea whispered. The words were huskier than usual. Still smooth though, soft and gentle and full of ease and warmth. He suddenly dipped down, kissing her again. "I love you." Another kiss. "I love you." Each fast kiss came with little confessions between them, over and over again until they were laughing, Sweet Pea weak at the knees and Lee trying to wipe the tears that wouldn't stop. "Don't cry," he begged quietly.

"These are happy tears," she comforted him. "I don't think I could stop them if I tried." She laughed. "I AM trying, so-" Another laugh.

Sweet Pea smiled. "We're so dumb," he groaned. Lee groaned in agreement, her forehead pressing on his chest.

Lee leaned back, looking at the world around them. The sun seemed to shine brighter, the colors more vibrant and the movements of cars and wind-pushed plants smoother and more natural. She leaned away from him, grabbing one of his hands with two of hers. He rose an eyebrow and she winked. She sat down in the middle of the field, tugging him until he sat down next to her. "Lay down with me," she asked him, patting the grass. He did so, his expression unsure but curious. On instinct he put his hand under his head, his arm sticking out. She smiled, laying on her side right next to him, scooting as close as possible. The arm that was between her body and the ground she slipped under his folded arm, laying on top of their arms. Her other arm went over him and the leg on the same side of that arm went on top of the leg that was closest to her. Without thinking about it he put the other leg on top of the one she'd placed on top of his. His free hand moved down to allow his thumbs to trace her bare arm. The arm she had under his, under her head, she bent to brush her fingers through his hair or across his shoulder.

It was comfortable. So comfortable it surprised Sweet Pea. She moved closer so that her ear was pressed against the connection between his arm and his chest. She hummed. "I can hear your heartbeat."

He smiled. "How did you learn how to do this?"

She blushed. "I read a lot of books. And watch movies." Her smile was soft. "My mom used to tell me stories, snuggling up with me when Is have panic attacks. She said this was the most comfortable position she'd ever found to cuddle in...." The more she talked the quieter her voice got.

Sweet pressed his lips briefly to her forehead. "You never talk about your mom," he quietly noticed.

"She left," Lee answered. "I don't blame her, my father is... terrible. Tried to take me with her but I wouldn't go. He begged me not to." She flinched and Sweet Pea held her tighter. "I'm glad I didn't go. Despite everything... I look like her. He used to call me Martha."

Sweet Pea's eyes widened. "Your mom is Martha?" He felt sick.

Lee nodded. "Yep." Her words grew strained. "He used to say I was just as pretty as she was."

"I love you," Sweet Pea said.

She smiled. "I love you too."

With the sun above them and the grass under them and their words between them, they were cocooned in soft safety. Nothing existed outside of them. It was just them, here, now. Lee's past was dark and demented, but her present was good and her future seemed to be looking even better. Nothing else mattered.

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secretblog1212 · 5 years

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What Klaus Needs

finally finished this prompt from an Anon, it only took me five years. XD Ticklish Klaus being a needy lee is amazing and I am here for it, here is some content my dudes.

AHH THANK YOU FOR RESPONDING TO MY ASK ABOUT TICKLISH KLAUS!! 💓 i can try to give some ideas I’m not too good at it though so I’m sorry, also the one you said is super sweet and would be adorable! Using what you said maybe like Klaus is starting to annoy/tickle someone in hopes they’ll tickle him and they catch on?? Maybe he tickled Diego and then Diego figures out Klaus just wants tickles?? That would be so cute!! That’s all I’ve got baha but thank you so much if you could write it!! 💓

To put it plainly, Klaus was bored.

He had spent hours entertaining himself in his room, trying on all of his outfits and makeup. Ben and him had talked through all of their usual conversations already, from random ideas to conspiracy theories.

After a truly fulfilling debate on what truly defined a fruit Klaus took to wandering around the lonely house.

A few of his siblings were out doing their own things, Allison had booked a flight to go see Clair and to finally settle the public on her temporary disappearance. Luther was exploring the city for the first time in his life, finding everything he missed out on during his ‘out of the world’ journey. Klaus chuckled at his own thought.

The house was not empty though, he could hear Vanya playing her violin behind her door and practically skipped down the hall towards the serene music.

Vanya, she had slowly become more confident now that she had her siblings supporting her but seemed most at ease when he or Diego were around. Maybe it was because they had tried to defend her against Luther first, or she saw how they had all suffered most similarly compared to all the siblings paths. Klaus had been one of the siblings to not completely orstricise her during their childhood, they had shared many hours hiding away together until their Father found him and forbade their continuing friendship (not that it ever stopped them fully). Klaus was the disappointment of the Umbrella Academy, and his powers sometimes made him wish to trade places with the smaller girl. Was it better to have something and not be able to use it or to never have it in the first place?

He was shaken from his thoughts as the melody sped up within the room. She had been working on her control for weeks and while not always 100% she had gotten farther than Klaus had in decades.

He debated knocking on her door, maybe they could talk like they did when they were young, before puberty hit and he found a different outlet.

The music stopped and pages turned before another private performance began. As ,uch as Klaus would of loved to barge into the room and demand her attention he had, contrary to belief, some self restraint. Instead he walked back down the hall to his… smaller brothers room.

Klaus didn’t even think for a second before opening the door. Five sat on the floor, book propped up on his knees and didn’t give Klaus enough thought to look at him before sending him off with a quick “Not now, go find Diego or someone.”.

Klaus surprisingly didn’t put up much of a fight. He did throw a lovely bird to his brother carrying a kiss from the depths of his heart to his still distracted brother. Five did not react.

Shutting the door and heading further once more Klaus came to his other brothers room. Number Two. He did not bother to knock this time around either, much to Diegos annoyance.

“Diego, my buddy, my pal, mi hermano! Wanna hang? I’m bored to all shit and you never fail to entertain.”

Diego, who had been laying on his bed triedly scrolling through his phone, rubbed his temples. “Not now Klaus,” He sighed, truly looking dead tired. “I just got back from an overnight. All I want to do right now is sleep.”

“Oh come on. Just a little bit.” We never hang out anymore, y’know? What happened to the good old times?”

“Klaus please be quiet, I am going to take some headache pills then fall asleep for about a week, then we can do something.”

Klaus did not appreciate the refusal of his company. With Five it was expected but Diego normally would put up with him for at least a few hours.

“No fun…” Klaus whined. “I chose you Diego and I am not feeling the love-”

“Because there isn’t any.” Diego raised his eyebrow, a smirk on his lips.

Klaus slapped a hand to his chest, agast with this treatment. “Excuse me? Have you been misleading me this whole time sir? The outrage! Complete blasphemy!”

Diego cringed at the volume, was Klaus always this loud? Diego didn’t know but he wasn’t going to wait to find out. He stood up and moved towards the ex- junkie, giving a playful poke to the ribs as he moved him outside his door, shutting it with a soft thus.

Klaus panicked, he knew Diego had seen him flinch, he had seen the smirk he was wearing before he shut his door. The best thing Klaus could think to do was walk back to his own room and think. He wasn’t expecting to feel anything ticklish,he hadn’t braced himself for it at all! But it hadn’t felt… bad? No, he kind of wished Diego would try again later but… no. No he needs to go to his room, he can just ask Ben, he would die of embarrassment if he went to Diego now.

And so he went to his room only to find Ben gone, wandering somewhere. He as left in silence with his thoughts switching back and forth on the exact feeling, repeating the tingles he felt over and over. His face was in flames, he knew exactly what he wanted but it wasn’t like he could comfortably just go and ask someone for.. that. No, That would get some looks.

Klaus was at the peak of his delima. He was never shy to ask about this type of thing before with his partners, and it wasn’t that he couldn’t ask he decided. He just wasn’t sure how any of his siblings would react, least of all Diego. Sure when they were kids they had tickle fights, at least when dear old dad wasn’t around, but now they were well into adulthood.

He had asked Ben a couple of times more recently but he was never able to hold focus for long. It only ended in making him more needy.

And so the craving began.

He couldn’t stop himself, never one for patience, so it was no surprise when he found himself marching over to Diego’s door only half an hour later, knocking before letting himself in.

Luckily the other boy was fully clothed and still on his phone. A pillow hit it mark against Klaus’ face before he could get a single word out.

“Rude.”

“What do you want?”

Klaus hummed to himself before deciding to stretch himself over his brothers lap , stomach up, not unusual behavior but this time with an ulterior motive. “Can’t I just want to spend quality time with my family?”

Said family sat up, hands laying innocently on Klaus stomach, unknowing of the mental screaming fit that ensued.

“It’s rarely that simple. I don’t know what you want me to do if you’re bored, I’m tired to you’re out of luck, go harass Five or something.”

Klaus did not move, he was so close but the words he anted to say would not come out. Instead he settled for, “Nah, He’s probably reading some book. BORING.I would much rath-” He stopped in shock.

Never one to keep his hands still, Diego had begun to drum his fingers over Klaus stomach.

Torture. Mean. Evil. Rude. Klause felt personally attacked.

Diego only tilted his head, “You ‘kay? Not acting yourself.”

Klaus cleared his throat, “Yeah, yeah fine. Just um. Nothing. “ He said, barely able to force the words past his lips. He could practically feel himself vibrating, but Diego just gave him a skeptical look and his hands, his fucking hands kept horribly drumming along to some pop song.

Diego watched as Klaus sat stiffly, a blush slowly spreading across his cheeks as he fought an internal battle. Diego had realized what Klaus had wanted as soon as he practically threw himself over him. He used to do the same thing till they were deemed ‘Too old for childish nonsense number two and number four, stop that this instance.”

He could drag this out a bit longer though.

“So wha’cha want to talk about Klaus?”

Klaus wasn’t even sure if he could talk at this point. He could feel every bang of Diego's fingers against his ribs, they were practically vibrating through his entire body. He knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Before he could think of something convincing to say Diego’s hands changed into claws, digging into his ribs. Klaus practically screamed at the unexpected change. Questions flew through his mind, how did he know? He thought he was being subtle. He wasn’t prepared yet!

“Ruhuhude!”

Diego felt his lips pull into a smile looking at his brother, it was the first time in a long time he had heard him truly laugh. The thing was, Klaus didn’t even try to pull away from the feeling besides the usual squirming, and even that seemed less intense.\

Klaus curled into a ball before frantically uncurling after a few seconds. His head tossed left and right.

God, he had forgotten how much he needed this. How fun and free it made him feel.

Diego decided it was time to switch spots, re experience his brothers ticklishness. Of course he remembered his worst spots, his hips and ribs, but he forgot how he would squeal if you lightly tickled over his belly, or cackle and kick when you went for his feet.

It only took minutes for Klaus to feel weak with laughter, he didn’t want it to stop though.

When he opened his eyes he saw Diego looking down at him , a smile across his face. He must of been waiting for Klaus to open his eyes because as soon as he did the teasing began, and boy did it start strong.

“Y’know, I forgot how much you liked this. I mean, you haven't’ told me to stop once or pulled away.”

Well shit. Klaus hadn’t even thought about masking how much he wanted it after it had started. It was much too late to salvage now. Instead he flung his head back and kept laughing. What else could he do? Deny what Diego already knew, he wasn’t Five. No, Diego was the one who used to tickle him most when they were kids, it would be dumb to think he wouldn't remember. Why hadn’t he just gone to Five, at least then he (probably) wouldn’t of had thought Klaus was in desperate need to be destroyed by tickly fingers, he could of convinced him that the entire thing was his idea!

But now he had every coo and tease ever heard of being thrown at him. He knew that the words couldn’t attack him themselves but it sure felt like they were! Each sentence made the pokes and scribbles double in ticklishness. God was this Heaven or Hell? Klaus could only guess a mixture of both.

His face was bright red, both from laughter and embarrassment, but the fingers didn’t stop. In fact once found his wrist and pried his arm away from his body. Shit. Shitshitshit.

“Shihihihihit! Diehego Noho.”

“Awe, is it finally getting to be too ticklish for you Klaus? Because I could go for hours more. I think that would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

Klaus shook his head, hair a tangled mess, while trying to pull his now pinned arm down.

“What about this spot? I remember your armpits used to be pretty bad..”Diego said, he was so cocky and full of confidence that even just looking at him made Klaus tingle. His voice was smooth and almost patronizing in the best way possible.

Klaus couldn’t will himself to respond as his brother slowly brought his wiggly fingers down. All he could do was giggle and shake his head. A completely hopeless case.

“I’m not even touching you yet Klausy, why’re you laughing already?” can you feel it coming? I bet you can.”

Four felt his face getting impossibly redder. Then, when his eyes were squeezed tight and his face tucked into the crook of his elbow that wasn’t quite strong enough, Diego made contact.

Klaus screamed, there is no other way to describe what happened. He could hear Diego laughing after him but couldn't make himself focus on much of anything except the fingers digging into his upper ribs and dancing in his hallows.

No matter what he tried, rolling over, kicking, rolling the other way, trying to pull his arm down, holding Diego's wrist, even at one point trying to fling himself off the bed, he could not separate from the point of contact. He thought he was going to go mad, and he loved every second of it.

Diego’s hands found his hips next. Nope. nopenopefuckingnope.

This must of gave Klaus some super strength or something because he was suddenly able to rip his hand from Klaus grasp and hold on to his evil, cruel brothers wrists in hope of regaining some control.

Diego jst laughed some more. “Did you think I would forget your worst spot? How could I forget Number Four and his deadly ticklish hips?

Klaus felt himself getting more and more flustered, when they were young he could of been tickled from an hour and barely be phased, now he didn’t even know if he could last a second longer.

“Dihihiegoho! Noho- noho mohohohore. Ihihi canhan’t!”

“You can’t? I thought this was what you wanted Klausy?? Just a minute longer, then I’ll stop.”

Klaus wasn’t sure how he survived. He knew it was only a minute, literally. Diego counted down the seconds, but it had felt like an hour. By the time Diego removed him horrible, mean, absolutely rude fingers Klaus was wheezing for breath.

Diego moved to lay back down, “Next time you want tickled just ask, okay.” was the last thing he said as Klaus got his feet shakily under him.

Klaus did all but run out of the room. He could feel that there would be a lot more laughter filling the halls of the Umbrella Academy in the upcoming weeks. He didn’t feel any shame for being excited for it either.

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