#also as i was typing this my cat started making weird noises in her sleep. i think she is snoring. she's tucked under a blanket next to me

[eviefrie]

Okay so I see your TLT to Archive Undying prop, I see you know/read at least some of Baru - how would you sell me (a diehard Baru girlie ride or die, that's my autism rizz failgirlboss, my beloved) on Archive?

*if you have the time/interest/spoons*

oooh this was. a tricky one. bc. can i tell you a secret:

i didn't finish the traitor baru cormorant! i didn't like it enough! i can see how ppl would like it but the combo of the slow pacing + that particular brand of dark content just wasn't for me. & that's ok! but it does mean that i didn't feel fully equipped to answer this question on my own.

so after consulting w my local baru expert @urban-sith, i have come to present you with these conclusions:

both books rely a lot on the reader's ability to keep up with the worldbuilding. if you like picking up pieces of facts about a world and adding them to your little mental file, the archive undying is a book you will enjoy.

making an educated guess on this one, bc ire isn't texting me back fast enough: rereading is a value add for both books. like you will fully get Mileage out of archive, as i am guessing one does out of baru.

sunai, the protag and primary pov character of archive, is not so much baru cormorant as he is tain hu. self-sacrificing. kind of silly. disaster gay. spoiler: he does have a happier ending than tain hu does. low bar, that.

some differences that may or may not be selling points!:

archive takes a very locked tomb approach to gender & sexuality. there's a couple non-binary characters in the book and it's treated VERY normally. one of them has a gun.

time passing is much less obvious in archive? like weeks at a time are skipped over during traveling, but in such a way that it's easy to miss. it's mostly revealed in the sunai & veyadi talk to each other—the dialogue between them really landed for me as "two people who know each other well having a conversation".

related to that: so many things happen in archive. the pacing is INSANE. i find it fun, but if you liked baru's pacing you may think it feels rushed.

something to note is. well. seth is a white man. and not saying that white men can't write well about empires and imperialism/colonialism, but it's not like he's experienced colonization himself. emma mieko candon, on the other hand, is 4th generation japanese in hawaii. imperialism is a background theme in archive compared to baru cormorant, but i felt that its understanding of how empires and imperial states can layer on top of each other was much more nuanced.

no one in baru cormorant buys a chicken to use as an alarm system.

i hope this helps!!! even if i didn't sell you fully i hope u feel enabled to make an informed choice 🥰

[citruslullabies]

Forgive me if this is weird, but I'd kind of like to see some moments of Dogday acting like a dog.

I'll do some minis since they're fast, darling

This is a judgement free zone so it isn't weird!! Also I wanna try something new so let me know if it's good

So for starters, we know Dogday can howl,

But he can also bark

He finds it embarrassing, but only does it if he needs too

The house was peaceful, with soft breathing and light music being the only noise as Dogday was pressed against you while you scratched behind his ears.

He sighed happily, drifting off into his own paradise where it was just you and him. Maybe in a house better than this one, with a garden in the backyard and gloves big enough for his hands to help it. But his mind quickly drew blank with annoyance when yipping and yelping started echoing through the room, opening his eyes and looking down at the causes.

Peanuts yipped at Cubby to play while Cubby growled and snapped her little mouth at him, while Biscuits was trying to play with his planes. She suddenly snatched one of the toy cars in her mouth and went to walk off with it while Peanuts was whimpering loudly, and Biscuits mreowing at him softly and trying to press his little blue plane against Peanut's cheek to cheer him up. Dogday quickly put the commotion to an end, and he... Barked? Fully barked to get them to stop, and it worked. He huffed and snuggled back up with you as you snorted and just continued to scratch him behind the ears before murmuring. "Didn't know you could do that, puppy."

He also likes to mark you

Not in a weird way, but he marks you with his paws and head

Dogs and cats both like to rub scent glands on things that they claim is theirs (that's actually why dogs will kick in the dirt and nuzzle and cats make biscuits)

You let out a long sigh as you sat down in bed after a long day of work, gently undoing a few buttons on your shirt as you plopped down. Dogday came in a few moments later, shutting the door behind him and turning keeping the lights off as to not bother you. "Angel? Is everything alright?" He asked softly. You groaned and nodded. "Just stressed.."

He nodded before sitting down beside you, making the bed creak under his weight but not break. He stared at you for a few minutes, before snuggling with you. However his nose quickly caught the smell of someone else, which was your boss. As unhappy as he was he didn't say anything, since he didn't wanna stir anything. He knew you wouldn't be that type of person.

So he instead, very quietly started to scratch and rub your back with his large hands as he nuzzled his fat head into your neck and face. You snorted and looked over at him. "You trying to give me a massage?" You joked, which caused him to shrug with a hum. "You could say that."

You eventually fell asleep, sound in his arms as he relaxed with a sigh. Smiling as he shut his eyes with his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, since you finally smelled right again. You smelled like his again.

He thinks he's a lapdog.

No, really

This large humanoid dog who is 6× your size thinks he is a lapdog

"Dogday get off-!" You said, struggling to breathe as your overgrown mutt laid down in your lap, after you had only sat down for a minute as the water in the kitchen was boiling. You huffed and continued to try and push but he was just too heavy.

"Dogday, please! I have to go make dinner!" You desperately tried to reason, but he would not budge and instead closed his eyes while pretending to sleep. You groaned and tilted your head back against the couch, huffing and giving up. Before you scratched his head in defeat. "You're an asshole." You huffed, and from the apparently 'sleeping' figure you felt a rumble as a chuckle and saw a small smirk. Jerk.

Thanks for requesting my lovely!

[dmwrites]

There are three types of morning people.

——

Gem loved the mornings. She woke up naturally as the sun rose, and she went to her balcony to enjoy the colors change from dark to light.

“How beautiful!” She told her pet cat, who was still asleep in her lap. “Mornings are wonderful!” She spread her arms wide as if to embrace the sky and knocked her water glass off of the balcony. She watched it fall a very long ways down, where it smashed on the ground, like a gunshot in the silence. Several groups of birds took off in fright.

“Skin care routine time!” Gem said to her now startled cat after sitting in awkward silence for a moment. She had a ten step skincare routine that was not to be altered or interrupted. Her zen time. Yeah, sure, she always told the haters (herself), she would soon get covered in dirt and stone and other materials, but it was always important to start the day off right.

After her skincare was complete, she went to her kitchen and made a smoothie and ate cookies while she waited for the smoothie to finish blending. Luckily, her neighbors were also morning people, so she didn’t feel so bad about the noise. She made enough for three people, to deliver to them before they all started their days.

——

Impulse’s redstone alarm clock went off right as the sun rose. He grumbled, slapping at it so it would stop with the noise. He pulled himself out of bed, because he’d read that was the best way to wake up. He pulled his hair up and put on some basic workout clothes. The walk through the nether was always strangely invigorating, and by the time he got to spawn, he was fully awake. He sighed and began his jog around spawn town.

Coming back to the dwarven keep, Impulse showered and made himself presentable. He brewed some coffee and grabbed his book (“a cup full of hot sexy redstone” by bdubs [a how-to pretty redstone that so far read like it had been a caffeine-fueled fever dream]), heading outside. He nestled himself by the feet of one of his statues and began to read as the sun started to warm the ground.

——

“Oh fuck is that the fucking sun?” Pearl peered out of a window at the sunrise. “Oh no, not again!” She ran her fingers through her hair, which only succeeded in making her hair even more crazy looking.

“Meow.” Nugget told her.

“Yeah, uh, I didn’t realize how late it was either.” Pearl sighed, suddenly very aware of how tired her eyes were. “Please don’t tell me I have stuff to do today.” She checked her calendar and groaned. “Oh no, how did I forget about Zed’s zedvancement challenge today? Hopefully he’ll be so hyped up on whatever keeps him going he won’t notice how tired I am.”

There was a magnificent glass-shattering sound that really described what Pearl was going through, and frankly she hardly noticed it, as she was making a weird noise of anguish at the same time.

“Right. Okay. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Energy potion.” Pearl pulled a glass bottle from behind the couch, where she had left it the last time she’d stayed up too late (three days ago) and chugged it.

——

“Hey Impulse!” Gem dropped down in front of Impulse, holding bottles. “Smoothie time!” She held one of them out to him.

“Oh thank you!” Impulse smiled and took the smoothie eagerly.

“And yes there’s protein powder in it.” Gem added, to which Impulse chuckled. She picked up his book. “How is this anyway?”

“Good?” Impulse said, taking a sip of the smoothie. “I’m pretty sure Bdubs is currently explaining quantum physics, but it’s all wrong. Like, so wrong it’s almost right.”

“That describes my life.” Pearl touched down on the grass next to her friends.

“Pearlo!” Gem held out a smoothie to her. “How did you sleep?”

“Oh, so well. Great. Wonderful. Like a baby, that’s how I slept.” Pearl took a sip of smoothie to shut herself up.

“That’s good Pearl.” Impulse said in earnest.

Gem rolled her eyes. “Let me guess, you stayed up all night again.”

“…no.”

“Pearl…”

Pearl took off without another word, smoothie in hand.

“Well, I guess that means I should start my day too.” Impulse closed his book and stood up, stretching. “Thanks for the smoothie!” He ruffled her hair, which she protested, and walked back inside. Gem flew back up to her buildings on the top of the mountain and sighed in contentment. Time to get to work.

[magic-multicolored-miracle]

The Witcher S3 EP 2: Unbound AKA Roll Call, Everyone's Here

I'll be honest, a good percentage of this just Bard Lust. And getting excited and/or concerned when characters first appear

Little do you know, she is trying to keep the royal peace...

But you and I agree on one thing, Madam Barkeep 👀

Hm. Ciri, has that been happening a lot?

"My Ugly One?" Is that...a term of endearment because I have Thoughts, Concerns, and Emotions if it is...

Shopping for what, Yen?

He's not wrong about the monsters

Is that...? It is! I now have a canonical crossover point! Codringher = Edwin the Magnificant. And they're both even a mysterious stranger type that our Adventuring Hero and his bestie go to for advice/assistance/information/etc.

Hello, who are you? Oh. Nevermind. It's Emperor CreepyDad

Damn Fringilla...you're in a sorry state

Oh wait, we've met them before. They were helping...someone last season. Why didn't I recognize him?

Aww, look at Jaskier looking so smug and proud. Not unlike a cat himself

I don't trust those noises outside...

Geralt "Oh I've got plenty of contempt, old man"

Aww look, they're growing. And sharing their feelings. But also, Jask, baby...💔

Ragamuffin gets used for a lot of magic-y things (ok, it was 2, but that's still a lot when there's So Many Words out there, even if we stick to English)

Ooh, I don't know who this woman is but I like her

I respect it Ciri but your impulses are going to get people killed. Rein it in girl

Triss? Teaching at Aretuza? Why does that feel...wrong?

Stregobitch. Glad you went off the rails there at the last minute because I was almost starting to think you were being sensible and it made me itchy.

Go Tissaia, putting Bitch in his place!

Blood on a wall is never good...

What...is happening and why do I feel like it might be a sex thing?

Ok so it's not a sex thing? Spies are weird

Sure Dijkstra, to "Redania." We can pretend this is a for king and country thing if it helps you sleep at night, but there are definitely personal ambitions at hand

This. Is. A. Look. and a Power. Stance. God I'm in love with him (also I'm really here for the varied florals. And the shapes that the fit creates. The costumer in me is thrilled)

"I don't do pretty." What a lie. An absolute lie. I have never heard a bigger lie

My guy, Princeling, whatever. Can we focus? I mean I too love when the bard is bard-ing, but this is important

Ooh, nice castle. Definitely a trap

Where's your other sword Geralt? Don't tell me you expected a trap and still left it on the horse...

Ouch. What a Mom answer, straight to the gut

Oh honey. Yennefer knows that fight better than most

Oh hey Cahir! It's been a while. What's up? Hallucinating Ciri? Neat

Ooh. Fringilla has an Idea (I bet I know what it is)

I already adore this song immediately (and the extended version on spotify is *chefs kiss*). Also 🥺

God, Jaskier proving he can play The Game is so sexy. Send help

If you break my Jaskier's heart, I will end you Princeling.

Oh good, you do have the other sword. I feel better now

Gross. What the fuck.

Oh, he's just kidnapping every girl that looks vaguely Ciri-esque. And apparently making them into nightmare fuel when they're not her

Elven? Who...?

Oh look live action Orsino-Harvester! Not something I wanted, but cool

Oh Jesus. They're still connected. This just keeps getting worse

That looked like it hurt, but it's a small price to pay for freedom probably. Now what Frin?

God Vizimir is obnoxious. And that was an...interesting look from his lady wife. The true power behind the throne perhaps? Or plotting a coup?

Well shit. Firefucker's going to kill these two, isn't he? Don't you dare hurt the kitty!! (I guess at least he listened to that...)

I don't trust you or your gift Vilgefortz. But at the same time, goddamn I like you, you smooth, pretty motherfucker

It's Yennefer. Of course she's bringing trouble. And, as noted, she is trouble

That's a lot to blame yourself for, Yen...

So you abandoned the search to save the girl? And she's...crazy? manipulated? the trap? I'm confused

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Origins —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I do use Peter’s gifs to make you miss him -Danny

Words: 1,042

Phase Three Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Listen to: ‘Songs I can’t Listen To’ -by Neon Trees

x: Fulfilling The Bucket List

Cat knocked on Harley's door and the boy welcomed her with a warm smile.

He'd bought a pizza and rented a bunch of movies, most of them were his personal favorites that he insisted she had to watch before leaving.

They talked for hours, getting to know each other far better. He asked about what she'd do in space, but Cat didn't have much to say.

"I'll meet the Skrulls, see if there's something they can teach me..."

"What does Rocket do in space?"

"He's a guardian of the galaxy," She shrugged. "Very vague, I know. Kurt and I will be his crew, and I think Nebula —she's a guardian too— think she'll join us."

"And everyone knows you're leaving?"

"Yes."

"I should give you the thing now, before I forget," He got up and went to his bedroom. "I saw the encrypted files in your laptop when I was using it, you keep track of every hero S.H.I.E.L.D's ever encountered, right? This will be of use..."

Harley came back, handed the small object to her, and sat back down.

"They're organized by the type of abilities they had. Every mutant to ever set foot inside the labs. I also tagged the scientists that looked after each division."

"Harley..." she started, but he wasn't done.

"You can add the Avengers' files to it. If you're going to be a one-woman show, you have to learn to systematize things. I could show you how to do basic computer stuff, but since you're leaving that'd be useless. I doubt aliens use Google."

"Harley?"

"Hmm?" He said distractedly.

"I think I like you."

Harley blushed all the way to his neck.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked.

The boy nodded without saying a word, Cat grabbed his face gently. She'd only kissed one boy in her life, did it only feel good when it was someone you were dating?

Harley closed the distance between them, her eyes widened but she didn't move away. His hand traveled to the back of her neck, he avoided her scar, assuming she wouldn't want him to touch it. The boy's fingers dug lightly, which sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.

Cat discovered that kissing, in general, was pretty good. She hadn't spent much of her time with Peter this way. They liked to talk, they were always chitchatting about something. That night, however, she wanted more. A door had opened, and she was ready to run through it.

"Would you like to sleep with me?"

Harley moved away stammering a few strange noises, Cat didn't hesitate.

"Physical contact used to irk me, but I don't mind it now, at least when it comes from someone I like. Besides, I trust you."

He moved to the very end of the couch, brows furrowed. "Are you sure you want me to be the one that... are you sure you like me that much?"

She rolled her eyes. "Sex is about trust and attraction. Do you trust me?"

"I— yeah," He retorted. "I risked my life for you, didn't I?"

"Do you like me? You told me you'd answer after the mission but you never did."

"Cause you never asked a second time."

"Well?"

"Yes," Harley responded. "I like you."

"Would you like to have sex with me, then?"

He closed his eyes with a grimace. "This is not how people normally do it..."

"It's okay if you don't—"

"I do!" He grabbed the empty pizza box. "Sure! Let's have sex!"

"Really?" She watched him take the trash to the kitchen, a beaming smile on her face. "Thank you!"

"Don't thank me," He groaned. "Makes me feel weird... Am I taking advantage of you?"

"I'm the one asking you to do this, Junior. Besides, if we like it we can do it again."

Harley stopped midway and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're so weird..."

"I hear that a lot," She grinned. "I think that's the main reason as to why people like me."

"People like you 'cause you're funny," He stood behind her seat, placing both hands on the backrest. "And attractive."

"I wasn't always attractive," She supported her chin with one hand. "I had fangs the size of pinkies, according to Kurt. When I started school my hair was long and unkempt, it looked like a—"

"That right there," He pointed out, looking down at her with fondness. "That whole thing you do: The rambling, laughing at your own jokes— how are you going to survive in space when you look like this, Stray?"

"It matters little how I look as long as I can fight, don't you think?"

He shook his head. "You better toughen up or you'll get killed."

"You've seen me fight," She moved until she was facing him properly, supporting her weight on both knees. "Have faith."

"I have faith," He glimpsed at her mouth briefly. "But I can't help to think that there are only two ways this can end: You either die, or come back as an entirely different person."

"I don't mind the prospects," She pulled him closer. "I've been looking for a way to leave C.C. behind..."

He cupped her cheek, lips inching closer to hers. "Rest in peace, C.C. I bet she was nice."

The girl took a deep breath and kissed him again. She closed her eyes tightly, pushing Peter's face to a hidden corner of her mind. She would not, by any means, let his person ruin the little peace she'd gotten after such an exhausting year. This moment had to be entirely for her, there was no room for sad remembrances. Cat reached for Harley's face and clung to it as if her life depended on his contact.

There's no need to have sex for us to be happy together.

The young mutant drowned a whine before it could even leave her throat. She shouldn't have thought of it at all but now he was there, and so was his smile, and his voice...

Cat kissed the taller boy again, this time deeper and desperate.

"Sorry..." She got up and dragged him to the bedroom, kicking the door open. "I'm eager."

"That's okay," He replied without paying attention. "This isn't serious, right? If we don't like it we'll still be friends?"

"Totally," Cat took off his shirt, she needed to focus on the actual living person in front of her, it was the only way to kill the painful memories. "I'm not looking for a boyfriend."

"Cool," He drove her to the bed. "I don't want to be one."

Next Chapter —>

Taglist.

@ieatpanicattacksforlunch​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @jesuswasnotawhiteman​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @siriuslysirius1107​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @greengarsstuff​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @itsyagirl01​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @23victoria​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @espressopatronum454​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @jkthinkstoomuch

[upagainstthesunset]

I took a break from these for a while, but we’re back babey! So here’s Flash Vol 2, Issue 42 - Mechanical Difficulty

I can’t not mention how they drew Wally’s lower back and ass on that cover. 

I’m simultaneously surprised and not surprised that Tina still has some lingering feelings about Wally. I guess I’ve sort of been there myself. Like there’s always going to be this connection even though there isn’t. And it’s alluring, but you don’t want it, but you do. And maybe what you really want is a reminder of how it felt.

Uh oh, that’s some Kilg%re m.o. if I’ve ever seen it. 

But meanwhile Wally is with Linda. Is this the longest time Wally has ever spent with a woman without sleeping with her? 😂 Oh wait I totally and completely forgot he’s actually with Connie at this point oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lol Linda’s face!

I’m sorry, I have to screen cap so many from this scene bc I love it. 

Wally, is that what’s going on? Are you sure? 

What? Skinny Puppy??? Who the fuck just puts that on for background noise? For anyone wondering, here’s a youtube link to one of their songs https://youtu.be/O1XGmYFPv_s.

In other news, the second panel is such a cute face she’s making.

So anyway, they summon Saemus and he eats Wally’s sandwich, then gives a bit of backstory about being a well respected bard. 

Wally recorded Linda talking as Saemus, which is pretty much immediately dropped. Then he starts fretting over how he left the last convo with Tina. Linda, practical as ever, is just like uhh go stop by then.

Besides it being kind of weird that he invited Linda along (lol Wally what are your motives here), it’s so cute how he’s practically showing off. But then of course he gets lost 😂

WALLY THAT’S YOUR PLAN???? Also, I love this panel. This right here is peak Wally and Linda vibes. 

Uhh Tina, you doin okay?

So Tina is paranoid about someone or something listening in, and she’s at her wits end. Everyone is acting weird, but will Wally and Linda see it to?

I know I’m putting in tons of pictures, but look. I HAVE to. I mean look them.

And wally says he knows he’ll look like a “love-sick doofus”, and then he says everyone thinks he’s a jerk anyway. 🥺 But he has a hunch, so he slips out the window to go search around, and Linda finds herself hoping he’ll be careful. Linda, you are already so gone for this guy.

He comes across Easy and follows him, only to be viscously and strangely attacked!

That is, until Linda as Saemus blasts him and a mechanical centipede looking thing bursts out of the back of his neck! It’s the Kilg%re!!!!

Final thoughts:

I’m sorry. I CANNOT get enough of Wally and Linda. I get all giddy when they interact. Love that she’s like “wow he’s such an idiot (affectionate).” And meanwhile he’s here to check in on Tina, who is a friend, but is also an ex. He knows how it looks. I feel like he’s really come a long way and has started to grow quite a bit as a character, but still vestiges of the messiness of his life persist. This is a good thing imo.

And yeah, I forgot about Connie. The scenes of her in the very suggestive and objectifying cat food ad are clearly meant to be over the top, but in my own life I’ve felt the same way Linda felt and it sucks. 

ANYWAY, about the actual plot.. I’ve read ahead so I know where this is going, but I was really interested to see a return of the Kilg%re! I’m also a big fan of the slightly creepy. It’s not quite a horror type story, but it’s god that weird unsettling vibe. So what will Wally do this time? Guess we’ll find out in the next post :D

[gjenevarants]

Insomnia/Tears

2/26/24

Insomnia has been a bitch for the past few weeks. It's been at its worst this past week though. The least I've slept is probably four hours. The most I've slept is probably seven, but with that, I'm not falling asleep until four or five in the morning, meaning I'm waking up sometime between ten and eleven right before lunch. And that means I'm only eating twice a day.

Mostly I've been keeping myself distracted by reading when sleep escapes me, but I'm almost out of books. I think I have maybe two left now? Other times I've been writing, but as that is something I do during the day to pass the time, it doesn't do as much for me.

Tonight or today I guess it's three in the morning as I write this, I got in my head again. Mostly anger and loneliness rearing their heads. Maybe a bit of despair as well. I'm honestly tempted to take my meds again. They were only for anxiety and they didn't work all that well when it came to that, but at least while I was taking them I wasn't crying every other night.

Truthfully I'm writing this to try and keep myself distracted from the endless cycle of internalized self deprivation. At least with this, I can occupy myself with trying to keep track of typing and hitting the wright keys in the dark.

I have a to do list that I made in January. I started on it then when I came back from dad's and I haven't touched it since. I don't even know what's on it anymore. So I need to take care of all of that. I know doing my laundry is on there. I also need to talk to my parents and schedule my wisdom teeth removal. I should have had them taken care of years ago. Its at the point now where if their in for maybe... four more months I might have serious damage. I'm starting to feel weird jaw shit now too, so it definitely needs to happen as soon as possible, probably next month.

Another thing that needs to happen is my acquisition of a job. I don't know when my taxes are due for my car but I now it's some time within the next two-three months. I'm starting to stress about it. I need to set up an eBay account so I can sell some of my old action figures. Some of them are actually worth money even out of the box. I also need to finish up my mushroom hat project so that I can finish my earring project. I never should have started the mushroom hat without finishing the earrings but I got excited. The mushroom hat is a personal thing, but at least with the earrings I can make money.

I want to look into trying to get a savings account that my mom can't see. Both her and my dad have access to my bank account because they have passed money to each other through it before. I really want to remove mom's access but I have no idea how. She looks at it some times and asks me questions about it all nosy and judgmental like: "Did you get Starbucks again?" No. That shouldn't even be listed I literally bought that with a gift card. I think I'm scared she's going to seal from me? I've said it before but she is shit at managing money. I'm worried that once I get a job, she'll start skimming from my funds.

I already owe her money for the college classes I dropped out of. Who knows how much I'll have to contribute to rent. To taxes. I've been measuring my money in how much a week worth of personal groceries costs me. I've been forgetting about personal necessities because of that. Really, all of this scares me. At this rate everything scares me. So much for stopping tears. I'm crying again. I just woke up the cat from blowing my nose.

Speaking of the cat, I definitely have PTSD after Sabi. At the end of his life he had a mass in his gut as well as/caused by organ/intestine deterioration. His stomach would gurgle almost constantly. Hearing that with him was comforting because I knew it meant he was still alive. Nibi's stomach has been making gurgling noises too now. I think it only happens after she uses the litter box or eats. It freaks me the fuck out though because every time I hear it, I think there's something wrong and that she's going to end up in the same spot Sabi was in. My mom's cat is a whole other thing/mess. Ari's at the point where I think it's kinder to let her go, but mom doesn't listen. When she does it goes back to money.

Why does everything circle back to money? What dumbass came up with the brilliant idea of everything revolving around money. Who the fuck needs to revolve around the sun? We can use paper bills and tiny little coins that some random people somewhere will collect.

Nibi just came back from wherever she went. I'm going to keep an ear out for her tummy and hope for the best. Maybe I'll be able to get four to seven shitty hours of sleep now.

[dyns33]

The Devil’s Lawyer - Bonus part

 Matt Murderdock x Nice Lawyer Reader : Happily Ever After edition ! (part 19 here)

Yes, you are not dreaming, Murderdock and his darling are here again. 

           Y/N had thought that there would be a lot of changes that she wouldn't see after the disappearance the former leaders of the Hand, but that overall things would seem to be the same, since Matt would remain Matt, blind lawyer, New York Kingpin, human disaster.

In reality, a lot of things changed, very quickly.

First of all ,they got a cat.

Y/N hadn't thought that Matt was very serious about having a pet, then about the cat, which he had found in a dark alley.

After all, he didn't want children, he didn't want to share her with anyone, he couldn't stand the smells, the noises, the intruders on his territory, so it seemed impossible that he wanted a cat.

But it turned out that Matt loved cats. In any case, he adored this cat, which he called 'Cat', and which he installed in their apartment as if everything were perfectly normal.

Cat was a little black thing, short hair, one ear almost ripped off, but quite cute. He had obviously spent a lot of time alone outside, away from humans, and so he was suspicious.

Yet he let Matt take him in his arms and do whatever he wanted with him, without moving or meowing. Maybe he felt Matt was like him, a predator with a sad past, that they had been through the same thing and they could trust each other.

On the other hand, Cat took longer to open to Y/N. For the first few weeks, he was running away from her, when he wasn't growling at her, ready to but her if she tried to touch him.

Crouched under the sofa, he would watch Murdock come home and do his ritual, kissing her, cuddling her and taking her into the shower. Maybe it was because of this, or because she almost always smelled like Matt, that the animal ended up accepting her too, coming to rub himself on her legs or sleeping between them in the bed.

Y/N had thought Matt would be furious, but he seemed moved, hearing the cat purring against her.

           "You tamed two big beasts, congratulations."

           "You know, people often say the next step after a pet is the ki..."

           "No. Never. No."

Since Matt accepted the Cat, Y/N wasn't really sure what he had against kids anymore.

Especially since he was treating Gwen more and more like she was his daughter. He even spoke of the Spider as 'our daughter'.

           "...Our what ?" she had asked the first time, to check that she had heard correctly.

           "Our daughter. She was very reckless last night, going to face the Rhino on her own. I can't always be there to help her, and she still won't let me train her. You need to talk to her."

           "...Talk to her ?"

           "Yes, darling. She listens to you, you will find the right words to make her reasonable. Tell her I can be a good teacher, tell her about the boxing sessions."

           "I hope you're not going to give her the exact same boxing sessions that you gave me. I remember how some ended."

           "Hilarious. Talk to her, she's not answering to my messages."

It turned out that the messages threatened Gwen. Because Matt had started sending smileys to her, like the ones he sent to Y/N, and Spider Woman found that very weird and scary.

Imagining Murderdock typing his little smileys with a tight smile on his face, the mere sight of it sent shivers down her spine. And that he considers her as his daughter didn't help at all.

That being said, she really listened to Y/N like she was her mother. After all, she had no mother. A lot of people were missing their mother is this fucking town.

She accepted a few workouts, nothing weird !

For his part, Matt agreed to stop saying that she was his 'daughter', henceforth calling her his 'apprentice'.

           "You also have to... stop with the nickname."

           "The nickmane ?"

           "She told me you called her Gwennie. Poor thing shivered when she said that."

           "I don't see the problem. She also gave me a nickname. Murderdock. I like Murderdock. And I think Gwennie suits her very well."

           "You know, if you really want a girl..."

           "Nooooo."

           "Very well. I'm just saying that we can talk about it, I don't want to have children either, at least not now. We are good like that, and our careers take up a lot of our time. But later..."

           "Darling. I'm won't be a good father, okay ? I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Y/N thought Matt wouldn't be such an awful dad, but no doubt that simple word brought back good and bad memories to him. So she didn't insist.

Despite all her attempts, it was impossible to convince Nelson and Page to let Matt work with them. They had absolutely no faith in the Devil. No one could blame them for that. Especially Karen.

Between Matt and Foggy, things were... bearable.

There was less tension and they were almost friendly.

Almost.

Franklin was still a bit scared, vividly remembering the years at Law school, then Matt's late-night visits, the court fights, the stories about his crimes in the newspapers, which didn't know  it was Murdock doing.

If it got any better, it was only because Matt had started defending really innocent clients, while sending real bad guys to prison. Everyone had been surprised by this sudden change on the part of the lawyer.

Wilson Fisk the first. He was now sure he would never see the light of day again, spending the rest of his life behind bars.

Even if he was working for the right side from time to time, Matt Murdock remained the Devil, that meant precise and ruthless. It was impossible to win against him.

The only change was that he no longer paid judges or threatened them. He was winning legally.

There were still times when justice was not enough. The police didn't have evidence, the assholes managed to escape before being arrested.

So, like Spider Woman, Matt and his ninjas handled it differently.

Y/N didn't know much about these nocturnal activities, as she didn't know what exactly he was doing as Kingpin.

Very late, he would come home, covered in blood and sweat, taking a long shower, patting Cat's head, before falling on the bed, sticking to her and not letting go until the next day.

Gently, she kissed him every time, telling him that he had done a great job, before going back to sleep.

He mumbled that he was much better than stupid Nice Matt, with the 'no killing' rule.

Like the other Matt, he was also trying to be a little more "normal".

Before, Matt often played at being normal, for his job and to avoid suspicion, but now he was really trying to be normal.

So he asked Y/N to show him things that normal people did. Normal couples specifically.

There were several romantic dates at the restaurant. Walks in the park. Evenings in front of the television, watching a movie while eating popcorn, cuddling under a blanket.

It was a bit awkward.

Each time, he had his adorable little pout on the face, which showed that he found all this ridiculous, a real waste of time. Especially the outdoor activities, he obviously didn't like it, with all these people, who disturbed his senses, in addition to saying and doing stupid things.

He groaned and fidgeted, but he said nothing. Because he wanted to do all this, for her, to make her happy.

Y/N thought it was enough that he tried.

There were times when he looked quite like a normal boyfriend, without actually doing it on purpose. During these moments, Y/N tried to remain calm, to not make him panic.

She knew how Matt could be when he realized he was dealing with emotions. It frightened him, he felt weak and vulnerable, and he often ran away.

So she took a deep breath and she enjoyed it when he held her hand on the street, when he started to touch her face out of nowhere, in the middle of a conversation, or when he whispered that he loved her before falling asleep.

Yeah, sometimes Matt managed to be pretty normal, very sweet and awfully cute.

Despite all this, he remained the Kingpin, and the new leader of the Hand, with Elektra.

Really, Y/N didn't want to know about it, she never ask any questions, but she did hear soem things sometimes, when he was on the phone with his sister, or talking in front of her with Otomo-san.

As he had ordered, Elektra never came to visit her, although she sometimes made comments that seemed to make Matthew blush. For his part, Otomo-san was always so distant but respectful. He seemed to like Y/N a little more now.

It was also he who gave an idea to his Master, after one of their discussions.

           "Maybe it would be good if we got married."

           "Matt… Not when I'm drinking, please. I almost splashed your cell phone."

           "Hmm. I consider that we are already married, the Hand too, but Otomo pointed out to me that technically, from a legal point of view, that is not the case."

           "And ?"

           "And, dear foolish but clever fellow lawyer, during a trial, you couldn't testify against me if we were married. Besides, think about the taxes."

           "Oh Matt, you are so romantic." she said sarcastically. "Is this a simple remark or an official proposal ?"

           "I can get on my knees if you want, but I don't really see what that will change. Apart from the ring, the visit to the town hall, and to the Church if necessary, then your name of course, Mrs. Murdock, everything will be as before."

           "...Shit, it's like with the cat, you're really serious."

Matt was really serious.

The ceremony was simple, quick, but beautiful. In a small committee.

Foggy cried as he took her in his arms, but she couldn't tell if he was happy or if he was totally traumatized by the events. Certainly a bit of both.

But the marriage did not please everyone.

Well, for the most part, New York City didn't care. Most people who knew who Matt really was didn't comment, too scared to even think of hurting Y/N to get to him.

But one person in particular was not pleased with the news.

Cindy Moon. Silk.

Matt's "girlfriend". With whom he had a "relation". She was not really aware that this relation was above all professional, to take advantage of her money and her influence, with her group of spies.

Even in prison, she remained very dangerous. And she wouldn't hesitate to take it out on Y/N, out of simple revenge, after feeling betrayed and humiliated.

           "It's always the same thing." Y/N sighed when Matt told her that she was probably in danger, asking her to stay at his place for some time, just in case. "You're the asshole in the story, but no, she's going after the lover. I didn't even know she existed when we started to see each other, I found out after months, and only because Gwen told me !"

           "You're not going to do this again. I said I was sorry."

           "No, you never said that."

           "Ah. I'm sorry, darling. I'll take care of it." he said, kissing her hand.

           "Do I want to know what that means ?"

           "Probably not."

When he returned late that night, Matt was slightly injured, and Y/N quickly got up to help him, taking care of him.

He said nothing, but it was obvious that he had killed Cindy Moon, and that his men were taking care of the rest of the SILK organization.

That didn't mean that they were finally going to have a completely calm and normal life, that would certainly never happen, but in their apartment, married with a cat, when Matt didn't come home with his black blindfold over half his face, they looked almost like an ordinary couple, and they were certainly as happy as they could be.

[chippedaxe]

hallo :)

can i request dsmp with a s/o who acts like a pet. like is very submissive, responds to command, etc.

sincerly, 👾 anon

╭-°—✞—˚✧❨✧˚—✞—°-╮

Title: Pet s/o hc’s

Warnings: There will be a warning when the NSFW comes up in the fic.

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia.

Synopsis: headcanons of the mcyt’s pet s/o

Word count: 913 (srry it's a bit short)

Note: I wasn’t sure if you wanted to me to write the reader as a hybrid or not so I just kinda went with a human reader that has an animalistic type of personality??? (mainly like a cat or dog)

*unedited

╰-°—✞—˚✧❨✧˚—✞—°-╯

SFW (Safe to read)

c! Dream

- He would be so kind and gentle with you, he’d pet your head and run his fingers through your hair (if you had any. If not then he’d leave kisses on your bald head)

- he’d let you snuggle up on his lap, he’d drag you to lay on him sometimes actually “come on.. you’re so warm! My lap is so cold!” He’d pester you.

- He found it weird at first when you’d purr but now he really enjoys hearing it, he also really appreciates when you will slowly blink at him like a cat.

☆

c! Sapnap

- I feel like he’d catch on to some of your mannerisms and would bark at you if you’re being hostile or even just playfully.

- He would probably not appreciate it when you sink your teeth into him though “not my fault!” You’d say between your teeth.

- he probably would’ve taught you bad commands like “If Dream comes to the door then bite his ankles” or smth, idk. Seems like smth he’d do.

☆

c! George

- He’d just snuggle up with you in bed or on the couch, he’d let you nuzzle into his chest and he’d fall asleep to hearing your purrs.

- he’d be so kind with you, he’d be afraid that you’d break. He’d never be mean to you, even when you guys first met he was always a gentlemen. He never questioned how weird you were!

- He'd probably hiss back at you if you were growling at him, and if you scratched him then I feel like he'd spray water at you.

☆

c! Eret

- He'd treat you like a pet anyways to be honest, she'd have you sitting at the bottom of their throne and she'd be stroking your head like a poor kitten.

- He would probably get addicted to your purring noises "my s/o sounds so adorable!" they'd exclaim.

- Wouldn't mind you constantly crawling up to them and rubbing up against their legs, I feel like they'd enjoy it lots actually.

☆

c! Karl

- He would probably think you were some type of hybrid at first but would quickly come to the realization that you were just a human, he'd still question you every so often tho.

- He'd probably be the type to get scratched a lot by you, he just isn't careful enough sometimes! You don't leave deep marks on him but you leave gentle grazes with your sharp nail like claws.

- He has no idea what you're doing when you just randomly start to stare at him and slowly blink (how cats say I love you).

☆

NSFW (stop reading here !!!)

☆

c! Dream

- He would probably buy you a collar to use during sex, making sure to get one with a bell so it rings every time he thrusts into you.

- Your claws dig into his back whenever he's fucking himself into you.

- If you ever topped him (not dominating him) then you'd probably be mewling and nibbling on Dream's shoulder or neck.

☆

c! Sapnap

- He'd train you during sex so you would become the perfect sex partner for him <3

- He'd definitely bark at you during sex instead of moaning usually, I mean he'd still let out those sweet moans but he'd be the type to growl and bark at you.

- You squirm a lot whenever he touches you because you're so sensitive and he's just such a big handsome man <3333

☆

c! George

- He'd spray you with water if you were acting bratty which actually somehow trained you to be a good pet.

- Sleepy sex is amazing between the two of you, your hips softly grinding against each other as you both try to fight the sleep that was consuming you.

- He'd clean you up with his tongue before you went to bed which would most likely result in you cumming again.

☆

c! Eret

- He'd wash you himself with his tongue since he knows you don't like the water (and other reasons), her tongue would just be licking you up everywhere <3

- You still find other ways to keep yourself clean btw so Eret doesn't have to lick you all the time

- As I said, they're addicted to your purring noises.. That makes sex a whole lot harder for you since she will be constantly trying to get you to make those cute mewling noises!

☆

c! Karl

- He'd tie your hands up so you wouldn't ruin the bed or scratch his skin with your monster claws

- He'd put you in doggy style and absolutely rail you, he'd relish in the way you gasp his name and try to grind against the bed.

- He'd just wipe you down to clean you up after sex, you'd try to lick it yourself but would fail and feel sad until Karl gives in and does it for you.

☆

(Sorry guys I didn't wanna write Punz todayy)

[wondersofdreaming]

My curls, your curls

Characters: Captain Syverson x female reader (3rd person, with thick curly hair)

Word count: 1.256

Warnings: There are a few sexy innuendoes mentioned, else it's fluff and cute and sugary sweet.

Author’s note: This is a boring piece of crap, because I haven't written anything good since January, and even then it was still a struggle to write. So I decided it was time to get out of the deep dark writer's block hole I've been buried in. Even though it's badly written and lacking some feeling and emotion, I hope it still conveys a little about how the captain feels about his wife.

Just a reminder to everyone that this is MY curly hair routine. It might not work for your hair type or your curls, but it works for me. My hair type is between 2c and 3a, I think, not sure though because every hair type website says different things. And I use the LCO method because it works for me, and add a curling gel after the cream because I want to give my hair some extra protection under the summer sun.

A list of the products used in this story is under the cut.

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

MY MASTERLIST

Feedback is appreciated.

It was early morning. The sun was slowly creeping its warm rays over Syverson’s naked back. He yawned and turned around, wanting to cuddle with his gorgeous wife, but she was not where he had left her the night before. Exhausted and satisfied, sleeping in his arms. Instead, his hand landed on something furry, his dog Aika, who moved to lick his face.

“Thanks, girl, I’m awake now,” he grunted but smiled at the loving German Shepherd. He listened to where his gorgeous wife could be and heard the shower going.

The captain walked to the slightly open bathroom door and pushed it open. Dan + Shay’s new single ‘Glad you exist’ was blasting through the waterproof speaker. His wife was currently lathering up her hair with her favourite shampoo for curly-haired women. She used something he had learned was called a ‘shampoo brush’, she massaged her entire scalp with it and washed the soap off her hair, while singing along to the music.

Sy leaned against the doorframe, enjoying the view of his naked wife, while she washed her long curly hair. Next was the detangling process. She used a lot of conditioner and the weird looking big round brush with the many different sizes of bristles.

She hummed to the next song, not noticing the mountain-sized man watching her. Finishing up her shower, she stepped out and nearly screamed as she saw her husband smirking from the door.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack,” she told him breathlessly, as her hand went to her heart that was drumming away beneath her palm.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just couldn’t help myself,” he smiled. The captain stomped into the bathroom to give his wife a long sloppy kiss.

“I need to finish my routine,” she mumbled against his soft lips. He groaned, wanting more, but respected that her hair needed her attention more than he did. Instead, he sat on top of the toilet seat and watched as she flipped her head upside down.

She started with the leave-in-conditioner, slowly raking the creamy substance into her hair, then using a wet brush to comb it through, so every strand of hair would get some of the conditioner. Next in her routine, she squeezed a tiny dollop of hair cream onto her hand and applied it from the middle part of her hair to the ends.

After parting her hair by her temples, she used another brush, a styling brush she called it, to comb the soaking wet hair. Her motions were so soothing to watch, as she brushed through each section of her luscious hair. Next, she applied a frizz control gel. Sy watched as she carefully gathered the clumps of hair in her palms and lifted it towards her scalp before she started scrunching it. He could hear the wetness being squeezed, making the same noise as when she was overly wet and he was ramming uncontrollably into her.

“Why are you doing that?” he asked curiously, wondering how that would help her already beautiful looking hair, and he was trying to control his lustful thoughts.

“It helps define the hair and it creates volume,” she said a little out of breath. “Could you plug in my hairdryer with the diffuser, please?”

“Anything for you, my love,” he smacked her ass on his way to the cabinet, where he knew she stored her hairdryer.

He connected it and sat it down next to the sink. While he did that, she had put her hair in one of his old t-shirts. Sy remembered that he was about to donate a bunch of his old t-shirts when his wife had stopped him and said she could use them for drying her hair. He hadn’t understood why but had gladly given her the shirts. She slept in some of them and the rest were neatly stacked in a cabinet in the bathroom.

It made his heart skip a beat whenever he saw her in one of his shirts, old or new, she looked amazing no matter what.

The captain watched as she went through her skincare routine while waiting for her hair to dry a tiny bit. She was so meticulous about taking care of her skin, hair, Aika, and him too. She forced him to use sunscreen every single day, even on rainy days. Not just that, she had also implemented that he started taking care of his beard, so she had bought him a kit with a beard come, a tiny pair of scissors, beard shampoo and conditioner, and beard oil. His lovely wife had chosen the scent from her knowledge of what he liked, but also something she thought smelled amazing. It was musky with some apple undertones and hints of vanilla.

He was so far in his thoughts he didn’t notice it had been 10 minutes, not until his cheeky wife threw the wet t-shirt in his face.

“Hey!”

“Thought you needed a wake-up call,” she giggled. The soft sound of her happy voice just made his heart soar, and he forgot all about her little prank.

She diffused her hair until it was almost dry, and then turned around to look at her husband, who was sitting, looking scared as she stood with the diffuser like it was a rifle.

“Your turn, captain,” she teased.

“My turn for what?” he looked profoundly confused at his beloved woman, who stood before him in nothing but a bathrobe, her long curly hair cascading down her back.

“It’s time that we start on your curly hair routine too, dear husband.”

Sy looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. He had quit the army a year earlier and had let his hair grow out, not wanting to waste time on cutting it every two weeks. He looked carefully at the dark brown curls sticking out in all directions.

His wife was standing in front of him, ready to guide him through it. He smiled at her and let her do her thing. She forced him into the shower, used her shampoo and conditioner. Then while he was sitting down. She used a curl enhancing cream to make his curl pop even more, and a gel so his curls would hold their, well, curl. He then managed to sit through 10 minutes of her hovering over his head with the diffuser.

The captain was rewarded with a kiss when she finished. She picked up a three toothed pick, called a ‘spriggle’ and lifted his curls for volume.

The last part of her hair care routine was to put in some argan oil to lock in the moisture. She handed Sy the spriggle.

“Will you lift my curls for me?”

He would do anything for his wife. Sit through a hair care routine, walk through fire, eat 40 hotdogs to win a teddy bear she had her eyes on, adopt all the dogs, cats, horses, goats, any animal at the shelter because she felt bad for them not having a loving home.

The woman who was not only his very best friend, having known her since kindergarten, but she was truly also the love of his life. The only human he needed to be happy. And she waited for him while he was in Iraq. She deserved everything she wished for and more.

This captain was utterly devoted to the woman who just threw her robe in his face, catching him off guard for the second time that morning, a soft smirk spread on her pink lips.

Products used:

Shea Moisture Coconut & Hibiscus Curl & Shine Shampoo and Conditioner

HEETA Shampoo Brush (Purple)

Michel Mercier hair detangler for thick hair

As I Am leave-in conditioner

Epic Professional Quick Dry Hair Brush

Briogeo Curl Charisma Rice amino Avocado Leave-In Defining Créme

Denman Classic Styling Brush 7 Rows - D3

Briogeo Curl Charisma Frizz Control Gel

Segbeauty Hair Diffuser attachment

The Spriggle

The Beard Struggle (Viking Storm scent)

Aveda be curly curl enhancer

Aveda confixor liquid gel

The Aveda products and the male curly hair routine is inspired by this video from Manes By Mell

[adhdsix]

i gotta sleep soon so ive decided i will finally dump a buncha my headcanons here aswell adfhsf theyre all in here but im gonna copy paste them as a post as well because i wanna ill be updating the doc a lot but i probably wont edit the post much notes slight spoilers but not much? i dont think? mono is written to be the tallest because rcg is more like a bonus i guess? but she is the tallest + oldest (this goes for other similar things written abt six, mono and/or rk) some of these are more like what-if scenarios (ex. modern stuff mentioned like cars) that could fit maybe in an au of sorts rather than entirely canon all links are safe

Six

she/it/they

ADHD

Tasteblind, but sensitive to certain food textures

Shortest by a lot, youngest but not by much Zero sense of time

Likes lullabies, gets Mono to sing them to her (likes to make up her own versions sometimes) Short attention span, unless she’s insanely invested in something

Definitely bites ice cream Uses Mono like a cat tree, climbs all over him, loves to sit up on his shoulders or just literally drape herself around his neck like a scarf (Mono eventually gets used to it, but she still can’t stay there for long or it starts to hurt) (possibly a little random but think like .. them + )

Likes most toys but hates dolls, usually tears them apart/messes with them for fun Not a huge fan of rain, but the sound is calming, and she loves the aftermath, which includes the smell, dew on grass, just how everything looks, worms and snails coming out of hiding, and splashing in puddles

Likes teddy bears (big and cuddly, plus, reminds her of Mono)

You are not immune to her puppy eyes. Raincoat Girl is probably the only person who is

Collects things a lot, gets attached to certain items for a random amount of time When she learns a new phrase or word, she loves to repeat it to herself ( not really in the “ look at me i learned a new word and i'm gonna use it all the time “ type way, she just finds it entertaining, kinda like vocal stimming ) Does a similar thing when she finds something that someone else said funny, mocks them by repeating it and giggling

Likes making "nests" out of her stuff

Definitely occasionally runs on all fours, it's usually not for too long though.

Most of the time it’s momentarily while she's already in the middle of sprinting, to give herself a boost with a bound or two, or if she trips or feels herself falling forward while running she'll shift onto all fours which is is how she originally developed that "reflex", to prevent herself from falling while running, but eventually she started using it a little more often 

She can also just walk normally on all fours too but she usually only uses it while running 

She likes to show off her object collections to Mono, he’s very supportive :] Loves long car rides, as well as Runaway

Brings mono gifts (usually dead rats, birds, etc. or bizzare objects from her collection that reminded her of him for whatever reason)

Hates drinks like soda or sparkling water, anything fizzy is a no-no

Likes shiny things Her pupils widen (that cat thing) when she sees something interesting, or something/someone she likes Plus her eyes shine in the dark / in photos sometimes, they usually look red

Mono gave Six their lighter

Heterochromia, their right eye is a dark, reddish brown, the other is milky white

Always chewing on stuff

Fidgets lots, stim buddies with Mono Six stims by rocking on her feet, bouncing, cracking her fingers and shaking fists most often She also vocal stims lots, mostly by repeating animal noises

It’s got tons of freckles

She likes to sing, and is very good at it but doesnt get to very often

it’s favorite things to sing are hypno and sunshine ( 11:11 hypno, sunshine )

Not super into arts, but loves to draw, and is very fascinated by origami

Often refers to Mono as a nerd (affectionate) (also sometimes dork)

Purrs, growls, hisses etc. Because she doesn't talk much, she adapts more animal-like ways of communication, not only vocally but also physical stuff (slow blinking, headbutting stuff, mostly cat-like traits and reflexes. also she likes to drop stuff off of shelves and tables just bc its fun)

Doesn't know her own strength a lot of the time

Very touch starved (they all are) even if she doesn't realise it

Flinches and/or swats others away when touched Eventually they get used to Mono, he's the only person that can touch her at all, but she still has limits

No sense of others personal space though

She’s great at tracking things, mostly small animals

Super ticklish, not very happy that Mono found out 

Very visual memory

She really loves all types of music, ranges from things like 100 gecs type stuff, to calm instrumental kinda things, literally anything with maybe a few exceptions Shark teeth, very sharp, loves making dents in stuff with them

Cat-like claws too (retractable maybe?? why not.. it usually has them out though) Love-hate relationship with snow, they find it weird and kind of icky, but Mono teaches her how to make snow angels, forts and snowmen, and she loves snowball fights (Mono regrets teaching them about those though), plus she adores going back inside and just drinking hot chocolate with Mono and sometimes other friends :]  Mono he/she Tallest of the three, oldest as well  Colorblind He has vitiligo Loves all sorts if arts and crafts, often drags Six into making stuff with him Her hair is very soft, even if it doesn't look like it Very touchy-feely, with others and with objects Knows and respects others boundaries. Six does not He will often push his own boundaries though He’s very protective, usually feels the need to put others safety and health in front of her own A little naive, will protect even if she isn’t getting anything in return from the person(s) Likes skirts! Mono loves to learn about his friends and their personalities, strengths, weaknesses etc. to use for their own benefit! For example, he has a different way to cheer up each friend, and does his best to include them in stuff he thinks they'll also like Loves any happy sounding music the most, but listens to lots of other stuff too (a few songs that remind me of him not lyric-wise but like, sounds like he'd listen to them, are She Wants Me (to be loved), Dancing in my Room, Sunday Best and Sunkissed type stuff, I don’t know music genres so) Favorite drink is probably coffee Loves all sorts of soup!! Has lots of nicknames for Six! Mostly uses kitty and shortcake (it hates them but gets used to them, only from Mono though; some of the other kids use them to get on her nerves, doesn’t end well for them) Love loves bugs! Six likes them too, but isn't as interested as Mono and Runaway (she likes to eat them) Runaway he/they Almost as tall as Mono, noticable difference though He loves chocolate milk and tea Probably the most reasonable out of the three Despite this, he still likes to annoy them (mostly Six) Similarly to Six, he sucks at keeping track of the time Likes goldfish snacks a lot His nomes are always nearby when he is Really likes coloring books and puzzles They love the sound of pianos, not the best at playing it but likes messing with them in his free time with Six (their rare bonding moments) Loves any instruments really, pianos are just his favorite Has the biggest sweet tooth Also loves bugs!! Mono and him are bug buddies His favorite bugs are caterpillars and butterflies, he isn’t a very big fan of spiders though (Mono didn’t used to mind them, but after the hand incidents in the hospital, he finds them icky; too similar) Bonus; RCG  she/they Tallest as well as oldest (again, not oldest by much though) Big sister vibes Super supportive Usually in charge of keeping others in line, doesn’t mind a little chaos here and there though (even if it doesn’t usually end well) Also has a few freckles, not nearly as much as Six Lots of energy that often rubs off on the others when she’s around Probably the most responsible, great with kids younger than her Loves teaching the others how to do stuff, has the longest attention span which makes it easier Very playful and teasing, but still knows and respects boundaries when it comes to that kinda stuff Gets easily stressed out and nervous when she doesn't know what to do, as she feels like she always has to be responsible aaaand thats all 4 now! i might do more characters like comic kids if i get enough ideas but thatll be in the doc if i ever do pleas share with me ur hcs and ideas too!!!! if u wanna i would love 2 see them!!

[orenjineki]

Dabi the house-elf

Summary:When you don't get your Hogwarts letter at 11, you spam Hogwarts with letters until they get pissed of and send you a human Dabi who thinks he is a house-elf. And he's always naked and hung. Crap.

Warnings: Dub-Con, Dubious Consent, R18, Minors DNI

Notes: I am so sorry but I saw this tiktok by @savs_creates where Dabi is a house-elf and I just couldn't stop myself. https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMerqQ5Dc/

I thank @mangospams who is my greatest inspo when it comes to Yandere Dabi.

You had a house-elf. As a muggle. A house-elf. The size of a grown, human!, man with a sizeable…erm, well size. Not only his frame was decently sized but also his private parts, as you liked to call them in your mind when you happened to accidentally see them from the corner of your eyes when the brown bedsheets you had given the man? elf? once again did a terrible job at covering him.

Which you did not want to see since you were still unsure about his race. To be fair, you were unsure about a lot of things since you turned eleven. Up until your 11th birthday you were convinced that you would get a letter from Hogwarts, be declared a witch and go on a great many adventure with your new, magical friends in a school that was essentially a death trap for children. (They have a forbidden forest with giant spiders, that can and will eat you, unless you raised the og spider because you thought it was a cute pet!). The thought that Hogwarts was not real, merely a product of fiction, did not occur to you. And why would it, since quirks were real, why shouldn't magic be?

And so you waited for your letter, standing on the doormat of your home, looking for owls. But none came. But they had to! And so you waited. And waited. With the interruption of school, food and sleep. But not a single bird, not even a pigeon, dropped a letter with a red wax seal in front on your feet. But you never gave up hope, maybe they just got lost on their way?

You waited so long that you eventually turned twelve. Angry about this unreliability and with a feeling of betrayal, you decided to take matters into your own hands and write them a letter instead, ha! And so you did, every day, complaining about the fact that this magical institute had the audacity to not send you your magical letter! Heck, even an email would have been fine! Your parents tried to stop you at first but since you were somewhat decent at school, they let you keep your paper intense hobby. When you had sent your 6666thletter, way past your 18th birthday, you finally got an answer!

''Dear Ms. …,

We have received your thousands upon thousands of letters, demanding to be announced a witch and allowed into our school. However, we are glad to inform you that you are, through and through, a muggle. Usually we would ignore such profligate attempts at gaining something which you do not deserve but the amount of paper you have wasted for your letters poses a threat to the environment which muggle folk already treat with so much disrespect. Therefore, as a reimbursement, and a desperate attempt to get you to stop writing us, we will send you a human who thinks he is also a magical being without a trace of magic in his veins. In this case it is a human man who got hit with a confundus charm as a child and is convinced that he is a house-elf. When you finish reading this letter, you will find him standing in your kitchen, awaiting your orders.

Sincerely, the secretary of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.''

Wait, so Hogwarts is real? And you have a house-elf/human now? What? You drop the letter and rush into the kitchen to see a man, with white hair, piercing blue eyes and piercings on…anyway. You couldn't decide what was more confusing about the situation. The fact that he appeared out of nowhere, the fact that large parts of his body were burned or the fact that he was naked. You decided to accept this new version of reality by staring at him incredulously for a good five minutes, in which he did not blink once, staring back at you.

Since he didn't say anything and you started to feel a little drowsy from this… revelation, you decided to end the day early and go to sleep in your one-room apartment. Sadly, your apartment was too small to hide in another room, hoping that he would be gone, only a really weird dream, when you woke up and entered the living room the next morning. Sadly, your living room was also your bedroom and your kitchen and so you could only turn around and stare at the wall incredulously until you fell asleep. The next morning you woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed, since your apartment was always too cold to catch a good night's sleep. But somehow you felt really warm, as if you had shared the bed with another, very warm body.

…

Was that breathing you heard near your ear, right behind you? You turned around in a millisecond and went right back to incredulously staring at your house-elf-human. Holy shit, he was still there. And naked. And now he spoke, making it even harder to ignore his existence. ''Is master mad at Dabi? Should Dabi burn himself as punishment?'' He raised a hand and a very hot and very scary looking blue flame emerged from it. Great, so you had a crazy human who was convinced to be a house-elf with a fire quirk in your very small and very expensive apartment. Just great. You decided to pretend this was real. Maybe if you went along with it, he would be revealed to be a figment of your imagination and someone would send you to a mental hospital where live might be a bit more normal than this. ''N…n…no, please don't! I'm just confused, it's fine, you did nothing wrong.''

And so you had a human house-elf. You tried really hard to convince him that he wasn't an elf, but his believe in his magicalness was as unyielding as 11 year old you's. You decided to just treat him like a really confused roommate. Very, very confused. He kept standing or laying as close to you as possible, staring at you so hard you worried he would set you ablaze with his eyes. Those eyes…

They were always on you. If it wasn't such a weird situation, he might have been your type, though more ''normal'' in his speech patterns preferably. The scars didn't look ugly, just saddening when you wondered about the pain his quirk must have caught him. In order to give him and you more privacy, you gave him an old brown bedsheet as clothing since he refused anything that was new and without holes. He was actually quite helpful around the household, watching you doing daily chores and picking them up immediately the next day until all you had left to do yourself was work and grocery shopping.

He did however always manage to make you slightly uncomfortable with the way he would stare at you whenever he had nothing to do but you had to write a paper or watch a cat video. And he was absolutely horrible when he interacted with other people, other men to be exact. One time, when you forgot to tell him to hide under the blanket when the doorbell rang, the delivery man had been visible from the kitchen unit and he stared at him, an eerie smile on his face, and a blue flame in one hand. You decided to push the delivery man out of his view, grabbed the package and slammed the door shut. After that you had a serious discussion about ''politeness'' with Dabi and he just kept insisting that ''Master doesn't need anyone else, only Dabi''.

You tried to talk him out of this worldview, but every time you even remotely disagreed with him, the room suddenly got very hot and smoke poured out of his ears and you decided to drop it. Maybe you should get a post office box instead.

From that day on everything seemed mostly fine, until you came home from work, very exhausted, with a sore neck. You yawned a lot more than usual when you tapped away on your phone and stretched your arms and moved your head around in a desperate attempt to ease the pain. Suddenly, two very warm hands found their way on your shoulders and a very hard and apparently large cock pressed into you from behind.

You gasped in shock, your breath stopping. Soft, white hair tickled your neck when your ''house-elf'' whispered into your ear: ''Does master need help relaxing? Dabi saw some of those massage videos master always watches at night on her phone. The humans in the videos look very calm after the massage.''

Your eyes widened in realization and horror, your ''house-elf'' had found your browser history. Great…

You tried to wriggle free from his hold, but only managed to rub your ass into his hard, and pierced, member, making the ''house-elf'' groan softly. The deep noise made your legs quiver and pulled a pathetic whimper from your lips. To your own shame, the most recent ''massage video'' you saw came to your mind and you wondered if he would really go this far. Before you could form another coherent thought, he let go of you to grab a glass of coconut oil from the fridge, melting it's content in his hands.

Then, his oily hands wandered, one under your shirt to softly massage your left nipple and make you whimper, the other under your waistband, inside your panties, to softly rub at your clit. Apparently, he had seen one of the more ''romantic'' videos, because you also felt his lips press soft kisses all over your neck and collarbone. Maybe he was really a magical creature, since the way he played with your admittedly very single body wiped all coherent thought from your mind. He kept rubbing and rubbing your clit until you came with a very embarrassing, very high-pitched moan.

''Don't worry master, Dabi will make you feel even better''. Before you could really grasp what he meant, something warm, hard and big was slowly pressed into your now soaked pussy. An even bigger, even more pathetic whimper left your lips. At your very audible reaction to his actions your ''house-elf'' stilled inside you once he bottomed out and laid his chin on your shoulder, looking at you with the widest eyes you ever saw on him. ''Is Master in pain?''.

You shook your head, bit down on your lip, and realized that you desperately needed him to pound you against the kitchen counter. ''I'm…I'm fine, please just move''. The desperation was very audible in your voice and the look of concern disappeared from Dabi's face. Instead, he licked your ear and whispered:'' Only if you Master admits that master belongs to Dabi''.

''W…what?!''

''Say it or Dabi will burn the next man that tries to sneak into master's home with a package.''

''O..ok, whatever. Master belongs to Dabi''.

The reaction where a dark chuckle and a kiss to your ear before he pulled out of you completely to thrust back in. When you didn't protest and your moans only grew in volume, his hands wandered and he started to squeeze each breast with a very large and warm hand. For the second time that night you wondered whether he actually was magical, since this felt like a very ''magical'' experience. Definitely fantastic with the way the various piercings battered into your g-spot and your clit, making you moan and whine just as loud as the women in your ''massage videos''. When Dabi saw your head fall back on his shoulder and your tongue roll out, he decided to make sure that everyone could see you were his and bit down on your neck, hard. You yowled out in pain but he compensated for it by rubbing your clit and thrusting so hard that you came on his cock half a minute later. The sensation of your walls squeezing him tightly and your cute whines also pushed him over the edge and you could feel his warm seed trickle out of you once he slowly retreated.

The house-human picked you up and held you bridal style in his arms before you could collapse. You still groaned softly from the overstimulation and he carried you to your very small shared bed. After carefully tucking you into bed and pulling you into his naked chest, he softly pushed your hair out of your face and gave you a number of soft kisses all over you face, on your nose, cheeks and mouth.

Before you managed to fall asleep, completely exhausted, you could hear him whisper into your hair after kissing your head:

''Now Master is Dabi's mate. I love you master, but if I ever see another man at the door I will turn him into a pile of ash''.

[forbidding-souda]

Deaf S/O with characters I headcanon knowing ASL

ASL specifically, though ASL and sign language go interchangeably with this headcanon, this post specifies things to ASL.

And this S/O is deaf AND signs ASL, doesn’t specify anything else otherwise I’d be specific about it :)

(gender neutral S/O ofc ofc)

-Mod Souda

Rantaro Amami

Something he noticed about you quickly is how loud you were.

You two moved in together, and it was never something he would have predicted.

You’ll go to get food at midnight and slam the cupboard close, scaring him awake.

You always eat at midnight too, it’s unusual to him.

He will wake up with you absent in the bed and be like oh no.

He’s a very calm, quiet person.

He will never tell you about your volume, though, in fear he’ll embarrass you.

When you first met, after learning you were deaf, he definitely watched a lot of videos on deaf culture.

He also developed a crush on Nyle DiMarco.

I mean what.

If you ask he doesn’t know who that is.

He’s very educated on the manor, and often corrects people when they refer to you incorrectly.

But the way he signs is very textbook-y.

He signs 16 like ten-six, which bothers you.

Does NOT keep up with sign language slang.

You signed see you later to him and it blew his mind.

You tried to show him the sign for emoji and he went ???

The sign name you give him is ‘beautiful’, and then it ends with an R.

Kirumi Toujou

You often have to ask her to repeat herself to get the message of her words across, since she hardly uses facial expressions.

She learned ASL for a job once and forget a lot of it.

You enjoy teaching her, definitely.

Because teaching her means she’ll sign like you.

One time she signed Sunday a different way than you and you went ???

“Where did you learn that.”

“... signing saavy.”

“Nice.”

The best part about her is that she is actually good at the grammar structure.

It’s actually quite surprising that you don’t have to simplify your sentences.

Going shopping is fun with her, too.

That’s where she specializes; in food.

She can name almost everything in the food aisle.

Can easily understand your excited rambling but can’t seem to sign fast herself.

Slow and delicate, it’s cute.

Worst part for her is how loud you have the TV.

She likes doing laundry in silence, but that’s hard when she can hear the conversations of characters all the way from the living room.

She asks you to turn it down.

“Sorry.”

You don’t.

She is always working hard as the SHSL Maid, so you hardly get to see her.

But whenever she returns she always brings you a small gift.

Sometimes foreign coins or keychains.

Her sign name is ‘business’ with a T, because you met her while she was working and she was very focused!

Peko Pekoyama

Hid the fact that she knew ASL from you.

It was because she’s bad at it.

You assure her that to the Deaf community, it’s the effort that matters.

She has met a lot of deaf people because of you and gets scared to sign to them.

She even blushes in embarrassment.

But if you ask for help in public than she’ll be happy to assist.

That’s rare, though, since you almost always find a way to communicate with hearing people who don’t sign.

Something she enjoys is the stillness of your house.

The Kuzuryuu household always has some type of noise going on.

Yours is almost always quiet.

She isn’t afraid to sign to you when you’re home alone.

You like teaching her signs like “wow.”

Seeing her sign them in a neutral face is funny to you.

“Facial expressions matter to my language, Peko!”

She gets flustered when you correct her.

Her sign name is a motion that signifies her braids, with a P handshape.

You always love playing with her hair.

She thinks it’s annoying.

“I want another name sign.”

“No.”

She’ll crawl into bed next to you and then feel you messing with her hair.

She huffs, “I thought you were sleeping.”

“I know.”

Sonia Nevermind

Different types of sign language was always her favorite thing to learn.

She loves Deaf culture and always tries to involve herself in it.

Meeting you made her even more excited once she learned you were deaf.

You thought it was really weird until she explained that she studied the culture.

You were impressed, especially since she had never talked to one in person before.

She even started signing slang and it blew your mind.

You gave her a sign name the first day you met her, and she almost passed out in joy.

Princess with an S, and she thought it was awesome, even though it was basic.

She told all of her classmates she got a sign name.

When a bunch of Ultimates came up to you asking for a sign name you went ???

Well now you have to bring her to a Deaf convention.

When she attends ballroom dances, she always brings you along so you can meet people of her culture as well.

She keeps you by her side, holding your hand the entire time and explaining what is happening and why.

She secretly wants to be an interpreter.

Dating her is really fun, of course, because she really wants to learn.

Makes a law that says interpreters are a necessity in her countries broadcasts.

Whenever she travels, she always sends you selfies with the ILY sign.

It’s her favorite.

She never stops thinking about you.

She works hard to make laws to the Deaf community in her country feels welcome.

Gundham Tanaka

Originally learned sign language to teach to his pets.

Never knew he would have to use it to talk to someone.

Until Sonia introduced you to him and he busted out in ASL

Sonia and you going ?? OH UH HI YEs

Signs as dramatic as you think he would.

Sign name is literally devil.

Asked specifically for that sign name.

When you both cuddle he’ll smother his face against you - often your chest or your neck - and mutter how much he loves you.

If you still have some of your hearing you’ll be like “I swear to god if you don’t stop using your voice.”

If you’re stone deaf you’ll just roll your eyes and enjoy the vibrations against your skin.

Gundham would also definitely hum against you.

His voice is deep and it rumbles so yes.

You can also talk to a lot of his animals, since they understand sign language.

It’s awesome being able to communicate with animals.

You like taking baths with him, too.

He likes talking a lot so it would be easier to talk to him.

If he ever needs help with the big cats, he’ll call you, because their scary roars don’t bother you.

The fact that they have claws does though.

Whenever he gets anxious he talks behind his scarf, which drives you crazy.

“Sign, damnit, or I will literally kill you!”

Mikan Tsumiki

Has helped a lot of deaf students.

But barely knows any words outside of the medical field.

Gets emberassed whenever you correct her on something she signs wrong.

Signs mostly PSE, but you help her switch into ASL.

She’s a big hugger, always holding you close and having you cradle her.

You gave her the sign name “shaky princess.”

“P-Princes???”

She takes awhile to get used to how blunt ASL is.

Stutters a lot still, even in ASL.

Whenever you sign to her while she has something in her hand she’ll start freaking out and crying about not being able to respond.

Until one day you sign to her with one hand and she’s like ??? you can do that?

Showers with you a lot.

Her brain doesn’t process signing in the shower, though.

So it’s mostly just the two of you standing together.

She definitely prefers sign language over talking.

Sometimes she finds herself signing while talking, too.

Shinguuji Korekiyo

100% you cannot convince me this man doesn’t know ASL.

He is obsessed with culture, so he’s definitely very knowledgable in Deaf culture and history as well.

Though understanding his signs is very hard because of his mask.

Sometimes he’ll take off his hat so you can easily see the upper half of his face.

(Okay but can we talk about if deaf S/O is a girl how he wouldn’t kill her because Miyadera doesn’t know sign language so they wouldn’t be friends)

An amazing signer, though, since he talks to a lot of Deaf people.

I mean you almost can’t tell he’s hearing.

It’s just the facial expressions and body movement.

Boy is stiff.

Makes you uncomfortable when he signs things like chubby face and skinny.

He just... stands there with his blank eyes.

He scares you all the time, too.

Like he’ll just walk up behind you and touch you.

Not even a shoulder nudge either he’ll just grab you and hug you.

You let out a noise of surprise each time.

If you’re nonverbal, that’s probably why he does it.

You really wanted his sign name to be something like mystery man.

Discussed it with your deaf friends.

Settled on anthropology just because of the hat he wears.

Really wanted it to be less obvious though.

You like to have tea with him.

Because everytime he changes into his eating mask, you are like-

“Why don’t you have a signing mask?”

“The point of the mask is to hide my mouth.”

Kiibo

Doesn’t remember learning ASL

Just??? Knew it.

When he saw you signing to your friend he knew what you were saying without realizing.

Hands move in language hello???

You had to explain to him that you are deaf and it’s how you communicate.

He thinks it’s incredible how you have your own language.

He’s also grateful that he knows it so he could learn more about what being Deaf is.

If you’re verbal than one day you’ll speak while signing and he’ll ???

YOU CAN TALK????

“Yes Kiibo I can talk.”

You show him stereotypical Deaf movies.

He’s happy you’re deaf because that means he can sing around you.

You clap every time he does.

Likes watching anime with you because the CC comes naturally.

Even though he obvi knows Japanese.

Definitely owns clothes from Deaf conventions.

Isn’t scared to sign to people at all, by the way.

And doesn’t mind living in a household with a deaf person, the slamming of cabinets and doors doesn’t bother him.

Very happy to be apart of Deaf culture.

He’s very prideful in being a robot so of course that’s his sign name.

Kaito Momota

Chaotic.

Knows ASL because he took classes one time.

When he learns you’re deaf he will force you to watch every movie he watched in his ASL class.

Will try to sneak up on you.

But he stomps when he walks so it doesn’t always work.

Though, just to bother you, when he walks by he’ll pull your hair.

Replaced shoulder nudges with pulling your hair.

When you sign a word he doesn’t know he’ll pretend to understand.

You can tell when he doesn’t.

He is very prideful in his signing abilities.

He’s just happy to be able to communicate you.

Shhh don’t tell S/O but he loves them very much and tries his best.

He literally started taking ASL classes again just to catch up on new signs.

Didn’t tell you, of course.

Begs you to make his sign name astronaut.

You thought about it.

Egotistical with K’s :)

He’s like akdkskfkekffk NO

He’s says something like “Oh yeah well your sign name is UGLY!!”

“Stay mad stay mad.”

He tries to white knight situations in like restaurants.

“You’re not my interpreter.”

“Yeah but they don’t know ASL.”

“Neither does the rest of the world but I’ve made it so far.”

He literally like gets nervous about you going places alone.

What if they can’t communicate???

“Kaito.”

“What.”

“Shut up.”

He always brags to you because he’s quadlingual though.

You learn curse words in Russian to sticky note to the bathroom mirror.

His signing is cute though.

For someone like Kaito.

[1-800-channie]

Guardian Angel

PAIRING | Angel Chan & Female Reader

GENRE | Cute / Angst / Suggestive

TYPE | Long Fiction

WC | 5000+ Words

SUMMARY | “After suffering more than you could handle, God sends you a heaven made gift. He sent you a Guardian Angel. His name is Christopher Bang Chan and he is the most handsome creature you have ever laid your eyes on. Will you be able to live with him everyday without any kind of second thoughts? Will Chris be able to take care of you without falling for you? Something tells me that it won’t be. But if, the both of you fall in temptation, there is a punishment that will hurt more than death.”

[Part 1] [Part 2]

.

.

.

(100 Days Left)

Not everyone deserves to have someone look after them. Someone ideal who can prepare dinner after a long day of work, or someone who understands how you feel and will support you no matter what. Surely you weren't one of those people.

God always had his eye on you, especially considering you constantly prayed to him in tears, imploring him to support you in some way. You were extremely exhausted from all the crimes that occurred in your life. The cross was excessively heavy for you; your wasted body couldn't take it anymore.

It all happened on a rainy night. You were working on a recent design for a client. Your body felt all worn out from serving all night and day at the restaurant. Your eyes were burning though you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, not when the design was turning out so well.

As you looked out the sliding window, you noticed that it was raining. The chilly raindrops caused an aesthetic feeling that helped you feel inspired. The only light inside your apartment was from the laptop you were currently using. Outside however, the only source of light you saw was the stroke of lightning from the dark sky that alarmed you.

Ever since you were a young girl you had a fear of lightning. However, now that you were an adult, you couldn’t let it distract you no more, you had to continue working. You did your best to ignore the strokes of lightning outside as you continued to distract yourself for a little longer.

As your eyes carefully analysed the finished product, your mind wandered somewhere else. You remembered how you used to live in your hometown with your parents in a humble environment while working on a company of Web Design, something you studied for. The boss loved your hardworking and creative self. Therefore, when he got the chance, he gave you the main seat at the table of the company, in Seoul.

In about a month or so you moved to the massive city of Seoul. It was unusual for you, so many people and so much noise. It was recent, but after some time you became used to the weirdness. You lived in a magnificent apartment, five minutes away from work, which was thankfully paid for by the company.

Everything was going completely fine until the boss invested in the wrong company. When that company went down, the company you were working for also went down, causing your boss to be bankrupted.

That's when your world came crashing down. You lost the apartment you were staying in because it was way too overpriced for you to afford alone, and you didn't even have a place to work. To make things worse, your parents were going through a tough time back in your hometown, and you had sent them the money you had saved, leaving you with just a couple hundred dollars.

You were alone and lost in an enormous city. You had no place to sleep or work. You felt miserable and lost as you cried yourself to sleep for several days, sleeping on some cardboards that the people were throwing away.

You were tired of sleeping on the ground, on the fourth day, you summoned up some unknown energy and went to a public bathroom, where you showered and prepared yourself to find a new job.

You spent all day running around, walking from coffee shop to coffee shop. From one restaurant to another. By seven your body was exhausted. Especially because you didn't eat all day, so you sat down on the road.

Finally the answer to your prayers were heard. An elderly lady saw you miserably sitting down on the dirty ground and helped you walk inside her small restaurant. It smelled of rice cakes and kimchi and you liked it.

The eldery woman’s name was Kim Sohyun and she was eighty years old. But don’t be fooled by her age, she was fast and didn't stop moving. She always found something to do at the restaurant, even when it was as empty as a parking lot at night. Out of genuine kindness, she gave you some food and a place to stay. The apartment you stayed in was from her daughter that left Korea to go abroad and never talked to her mom again.

After that day, you took care of that adorable lady, learned how to cook and even started cleaning for her.

You smiled at the thought of the lady Kim Sohyun. As your mind came back to the present when you read the name of the person that asked you for the design, you got shy. He is a starting rapper by the name of Changbin. He had pretty brown eyes and a cute laugh that made your heart flutter.

When he told you he trusted you with his first album cover design you hugged him tightly, which caught him off guard, but he didn't mind. Not when it came to you. Changbin was around for a while before asking you to work for him. He knew your story, and you knew his.

A sudden loud bang echoed inside your silent apartment shocking you.Then suddenly everything was dark. It took you a while to recognize what happened, but as soon as you noticed that the power went off panic took over your small body.

Your computer is quite old and only works plugged to the electricity. Since the power went off, it means your computer is dead. Tears started to form at the corners of your exhausted eyes... All the work you already had done… Was gone.

The design you had been working on for days was totally gone.

You fell on your knees on the wood floor violently. Your frame curled up in a ball as you sobbed quietly, trying your best not to be too noisy and scare Lady Sohyun that is sleeping.

Now the only sounds audible from the inside were your sobs, and from the outside, the rain that started to calm down.

God, decided to reward you from being loyal and strong and sent someone to save you.

You didn't see it, but it was something so magical and special. There was an angel standing in front of you. His body was muscular and well proportioned, radiating light.

You noticed something was wrong from all the sudden brightness that escaped from between your fingers as you covered your eyes. And just like the curiosity killed the cat, you screamed so loud that you are afraid it woke half of the city.

In front of you, there was an absurd creature. His body was perfectly built, muscles visible on his pale body. His face was so magical that you were afraid that you had died and went to paradise. Golden hair, gloomy eyes, plump crimson lips, and a prominent nose. His frame was only covered by a thin cover that went from his shoulder to his waist, secured by a charming gold belt. His feet bare.

“What-what are you doing here?” You question getting off the wooden floor and taking a few steps back, startled.

“I'm your guardian angel, YN.” The creature explains, his voice low and noble. “Don’t be afraid…I'm here to take care of you.”

You stare at him with burning cheeks and uncertain eyes. Curiosity consuming you alive. You walk towards him slowly. He was so pure and bright, almost unreal. Something heaven-made.

“Can I touch you?” You ask innocently, just to make sure he is real.

“Go ahead, YN-ah.” The angels respond with a genuine smile.

Your fingertips were trembling as you caressed his cheek. The angel flinched because of your cold fingertips, scaring you for a few moments. His skin was silky and he felt genuine. His hair was also soft, but a bit dry and he smelled like nature. The scent was so different that you couldn't explain it. It prompted you with comfort.

“Oh my…” You confessed impressively. “I don’t have money to buy you food, and I don't have a place for you to sleep in… I'm sorry. I think you should go back to… hm… Heaven?” You say, confused. The beautiful angel laughs.

“YN, I don’t need to eat or sleep. I'm here to be your company, help you when you need it, take care of you.” Your mouth opens in a ‘O’ shape and you nod your head. Deep inside, you were still confused and uncertain.

“Hmmm, I think I'm going to sleep now. Could you, hm, not look at me? While I try to fall asleep?” Your cheeks were reddening again. The angel looks at you with love and accepts.

You lay down on your bed and cover your body, hiding completely. Your brain quickly tried to be reasonable and tells you that this was just a dream. Maybe you hit your head and passed out. Too scared to know the truth, you didn’t get out of the covers. As time slowly passed, you silently fell asleep.

It's cute how the next morning you wake up with your blankets almost falling off the bed and an amazing smell of eggs, toasts, and pancakes.

That's odd. Miss. Kim Sohyun never prepared your breakfast before.The weirdest thing was she didn't have these kind of ingredients. As you walked to the small kitchen, yawning and gently rubbing your sleepy eyes, there was a bare back facing you. You screamed, startled.

“Oh, good morning Y/N, did you sleep well?” The man asked, placing a glass of orange juice on the table.

“I thought it was all a dream…” You said to yourself, facing the floor, twisting your hair in annoyance.

“It’s not. I’m here to take care of you…” You stared at him, seriously. That was the first time he made your heart flutter.

After ten awkward minutes of him washing the dishes that were on the sink from yesterday, curiosity took the best of you:

“What's your name, Angel?” You asked, admiring his sturdy back. He laughed silently, then he jerked his head towards you.

“Oh right, how impolite. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Christopher Bang Chan. I’m a mixture of Korean and Australian. I was moving to Korea when the plane I was in had a problem and crashed. I died there, I was twenty years old. This is why I still look like this and not older.” The last part, he narrated to you while facing the plates he was washing, avoiding your gaze.

“I'm so sorry…” You said in a low voice.

"It 's ok love. Everything happens for a reason…” Christopher says with a tender smile. “Now” He started talking again, finishing up with the plates. “You go to take a shower, and then get ready to work, I’ll clean the kitchen.” You looked at him surprised but did as he said.

“Wait, what will you do all day?” You asked, interested.

“I'll clean your house, try to fix your computer and then pray. Don’t worry about me, ok?” You nodded again, trying to be obedient.

.

.

.

( 90 Days Left)

As time went by you bought him some ‘human’ clothes, so he looked ordinary and you could walk around with him by your side. Chris, as you like to call him, looked handsome on the outfits you carefully pick him.

The truth was that his presence was now normal to you. Every time you opened your door, you greet the charming Angel, that's usually in the modern kitchen, cooking you dinner. Usually, after dinner, you washed the dishes while you obligated him to sit down and rest for a bit.

.

.

.

( 80 Days Left)

After a tedious day of work, you ate a delicious dinner and went straight to the bathroom to take a warm shower. When you were done, you sat comfortably on your downy bed while Chris brushed your hair. Usually while he did it, you informed him about your day, and today was no different. As his bony fingers grazed over your scalp trying not to willingly hurt when he was brushing harder, you eagerly told him about Changbin.

“He may seem to be a bit mean at first. He always wears black clothes… his makeup is always perfectly made. I'm jealous sometimes. His voice is nice because he can make it deep and serious or high pitched and girly to piss me off.” You giggled while remembering Binnie’s jokes from that today.

“That man seems important to you…” Chris stated with a gentle smile, even though something sparkled inside him. Could he be jealous of that man for being so close to you?

“Hmmmm, not as important as you.” You say positively and then turn your body so you could confront the timid boy sitting in the middle of your bed.

Chris looked at the white blanket that was resting on his legs as he played with his fingers. Did you just say that? Is he that important to you? The Angel was biting his bottom lip nervously. His heart was racing like crazy and you could almost hear it calling your name.

You moved closer to him, enough so when you extended your arm, your soft hand would cup his cheek. Chan immediately stared at you, trying to understand what were you going to do next.

A voice in your head woke you up and made you pull your hand away, suddenly feeling shy. Maybe Chris can’t feel love for someone, maybe not the same way humans do. And you were afraid of scaring him. An uncomfortable silence involves the both of you and you sign, closing your eyes and trying to calm down the urge to cry.

The truth is he makes you feel some type of way. His eyes seem to light up and turn brighter every time he sees you. Chris would carefully listen to all your complaining or sad words. His lips would turn to an adorable pout when you were bossing him around. His hugs were warm and safe, and you felt protected on them. His laugh was so innocent and contagious and also mentioning he has such a pure heart, filled with love only. The angel made you feel special and loved… You were getting attached to it.

You didn't want to admit it to him or yourself. Maybe you were starting to feel something for him. It was wrong. You and he could never be together, because he was your guardian angel, not your lover.

“I think… I'll go to sleep.” You said after being lost on your melancolic thoughts for too long.

“Oh, hm, ok… But you seem sad. What's wrong?” Chan politely questioned while getting off the comfy bed so you could lay down. Your hands felt unsteady, your stomach was aching in an unusual way.

“Nothing you can fix.” You coldly explained, intentionally trying to push him away. You needed some time alone.

“Oh… Ok. I'll be praying in the kitchen if you require me.” Chris winks at you. “Good Night, Love.” You bite your lip to stop the tears from slipping out. That damn nickname.

You tried to sleep. You did, but your heart was beating too fast and you couldn't stop thinking about his lips. Chris's lips were so plump and inviting, they seemed so soft and plush, so kissable…

Chan peaked at you, and noticed how restless you were, he approached you:

“Y/N, let me try to help you. Please, you don’t need to talk about it. I'll just be there for you.” The Angel insists, sitting by your side on your bed.

“Ok ok… I only accept because it's hard for me to sleep, and I have work tomorrow.” You finally gave in. Chan felt grateful, this was something he wanted for a while and was too shy to ask you.

You lay down on the bed again, closing your eyes and snuggling inside the warm covers. Chris was shy, but it was worth it. Chan lays down on the bed, under the covers and gets closer to you. Uncertain. His arm rested on your waist as he pushed you a little further against his chest.

Chan wanted to cuddle you. You smiled as an adorable blush painted your cheeks. He was warmer than the heavy covers, his embrace so safe and comfortable that you never wanted him to leave.

The Angel was feeling the same, shy but happy. Your body felt so tiny between his protective arms. He desperately wished to hold you forever because, somehow, you felt like home. Chan was scared, afraid of how he was starting to feel for the charming girl he had to look after. He loves to admire the way your smile gets wider when he makes a joke; how you get mad at him when he does everything at home alone and how pretty you look without even trying.

What if he fell for you?

.

.

.

( 70 Days Left)

“Chris come here…” You whined in the bathroom, your bandana was stuck in your hair and if you tried to pull it, it would most likely rip all your hair off.

The tall man came inside the bathroom in a rush, worried that something may have happened to you.

“What’s wrong, Love?” His melodious voice asked, admiring your grumpy face that reflected on the small, old mirror.

“My hair is tangled, and it hurts if I pull it. Please, help me.” You begged with puppy eyes, noticing how he changed from worried to relaxed in seconds.

The Angel walked behind you, and his slender fingers started to work on your messy hair. You could feel the warmth his body was radiating from behind you. His smell changed, because he was now using your body wash and shampoo. The smell of vanilla was amazing, you liked it in your skin, but when it came to him… It was special.

Chris was shaking, his fingers were uncertain and trembling. His breathing was uneasy and his legs felt like jelly. He could notice easily how you were biting your bottom lip, a cute pink blush on your cheeks and every time his fingers brushed against your sensitive neck, a long breath would leave your sensual lips.

The atmosphere inside the bathroom was starting to heat up, both of you not being able to control their body language and it was obvious. So obvious that both of you were crazy in love with each other.

“Done…” He said, his voice loud but shaky. Chris immediately called himself stupid for showing you that he is feeling flustered, but you just give him a soft smile and turned around, taking your bandana out of his hands and getting out of the bathroom in a rush, trying to calm yourself down.

You walked close to your window and opened it, feeling the cold breeze hitting your face and calming your heated body. Your heart was beating fastly and you were too timid to look Chris in the eyes.

The way he made you feel is not possible, you can’t feel like that. Though his eyes were so pretty, his lips were so inviting and his heart was pure gold… How could you stop yourself from feeling that way? A sudden call for your name made you come back to reality.

You walked to the front door and opened it. The kind woman that gave you a shelter was there, with a light mad expression:

“My oven is a mess, Hun, i didn't want to bother you on a Sunday but i need help with it.” She explained shaking her head in disappointment. “Could you please get downstairs and clean it?” She asked, her voice hopeful.

“Yes, i can do it. Give me just five minutes and i'll be there.” You smiled politely, she took your hands in hers and smiled, secretly, she was very grateful for you.

You got back inside the small place and called for Chris. He showed up with red eyes, like he was crying but he simply smiled at you, while making you sign with his hand for you to go help Miss Sohyun.

You did so, your heart beating fast once again, but this time because you know, something was up with the angel and you know he will never tell you what's wrong.

.

.

.

( 60 Days Left)

Some days passed by and you and Chris slept in the same bed together every day. Even him, that affirmed he didn't need to sleep, would get lost in your warmth and fall asleep. Cute little snores invading the bedroom and you couldn't stop giggling, from how precious he looked.

As your eyes scanned your window you noticed that outside was dark, despite being 9 am, it was raining. The heavy raindrops were hitting your window in the most deliciously, making you feel lazy. You looked back at Chris one last time and got off the bed, ready to prepare him a surprise for the first time.

At the kitchen you heated some milk and prepared some toasts that you filled with Nutella. You also picked up some grapes, just how you know he liked it. After a couple of minutes, everything was prepared on the table. There was: a candle with no smell lighted; some white napkins; the amazing toasts with Nutella; the grapes were washed and fresh; and the chocolate was already on the milk, turning out to warm chocolate what you know he will love.

You walked back to your bedroom to find him sleeping on his back, his face turned to the left as his hands rested inside his t-shirt, making it rise and show his toned chest. Immediately you blushed but weren't able to take your eyes out of him. You blamed the covers because they were all messy at the bottom of the bed.

“Chris~” You whispered, sitting next to his body on the bed. The angel just shifted a little in his sleep and reached out for you, pulling you by your waist to lay next to him.

You were biting your lip to stop the gasp that almost escaped your lips from the sudden action. The next thing he did was cling to you, one of his legs rested on top of yours and his head moved to rest on your collar bones, giving you access to his scalp easily.

Christopher was adorable, and you couldn't deny it, especially because he was making you feel things, things you couldn't explain. Your fingers started to massage his scalp and that woke him up.

“Keep doing that…” His lips escaped, but it sounded more like a moan. You continued it for a while, feeling him get relaxed under your touch. Softly you felt his fingers make subtle touches on your stomach, making goosebumps take over your body.

“Smells so nice… Did you prepare something?” He asked getting off of you. You pouted, feeling cold without his body there to warm you.

“Oh, yes. I made breakfast! I was almost forgetting about it!” You are the first to get out of the bed, and then grab gently his hand and pull him to the kitchen.

“Woah.” He gasped. “You didn't have to. You know i don't need to eat…” Chris reminded you, laughing awkwardly.

“Oh…” You said embarrassed. “I forgot it…” You looked at the floor, your anxiety eating you alive.

Chris walked silently towards you and, with his slender fingers, pushed your chin up. Causing you face him. Your eyes found his almost immediately and you found yourself blushing because of that simple action. In his mind, he would take you right there, kiss your lips and get rid of this stupid feeling consuming him every time he was close to you.

“What you did was sweet and i appreciate it, Love.” He whispered. “I will eat some because you made them with so much care, ok?” You nodded, too embarrassed to say anything.

Chris always does this, makes you hope he would finally make a move and then, he leaves you hanging.

.

.

.

( 50 Days Left)

It all started as a good day, the sun was shining brightly outside, besides the cold wind that made your hair a mess. Chris passed out next to you when you woke up, one of his legs still tangled with yours and his nose was close to your ear, making you hear his not-so-cute snores.

You decided to get up without bothering him, you ate something that was in your fridge and wrote him a small letter telling him not to prepare lunch because you weren't going to eat at home.

At work, Changbin was talking to you, and distracting you so much that you didn't notice the new couple that got inside the restaurant. Due to that they got mad for taking so long to take their order.

Of course, the old lady you work for was mad at you, and as a punishment prohibited Bin from coming to the restaurant for one week. You apologized with teary eyes, the guilt swallowing you alive. You stayed the rest of the day hidden inside the kitchen, as the old lady worked as a waitress today.

A cup accidentally slipped from your hand and broke into million pieces as it hit the floor.

She was mad at you again, telling you that she doesn't know what's up with you today, and she couldn't understand why you were so slow today. When she decided it was time to close the restaurant, you noticed it was raining outside.

Since you live just across the street you didn't mind it, but a car passed in front of you when you were sprinting home, making the water on the road hit you and go everywhere making you soaked.

The tears in your eyes were held back by your angriness, but as soon as you saw Chris' angelic face you broke down in tears on the spot. You fell on your knees while hiding your face between your hands.

“What's wrong, my love?” The Angel asked concerned, but you were too busy sobbing to answer him. “You’re soaked, what happened?”

This time you took a glance at him, red and puffy eyes.

“It was a car. As I was waiting to cross the street he passed on the splash on the street and soaked me from head to toe.”

Chris giggled little from your choice of yours but tried to hide his smile so you wouldn't feel bad.

“Come on, let's take a hot bath to make you feel better, alright?” You nodded, tiredly getting off of your knees and walking to your cold bathroom.

Chris started to take care of the water, letting it fill the bathtub as you stripped of your wet clothes.

“When you are done washing your body tell me because I'll be there to wash your hair and give you a light massage on the scalp and shoulders… ok-” He interrupted himself because on his way out of the bathroom he caught you only in your underwear. A blush decorated your face as his curious eyes stared at you shamelessly.

“Could you… hmm… stop… staring?” You awkwardly asked, trying to cover yourself. 

“I'm sorry, you are beautiful. I couldn't contain myself.” He apologized, then shifted his gaze to his hands, too nervous to face you.

When he finally closed the door behind him you relieved a long sign. You got rid of your underwear quickly, and dived inside the warm water. As the sound of the rain outside reflected inside your small bathroom, you cried.

Your body was overwhelmed with so many emotions that you could not explain. Chris noticed your almost inaudible sobs and waited patiently until you calmed done to knock on the wooden door:

“May i come in? To wash your hair for you?” He asked in a low voice.

“Yes, you may.” You answered some minutes after, trying to calm your heartbeat down. 

He was going to be washing your hair, as you stayed naked underwater. Chris gets inside without making any noise and knees down on the floor, in front of the bathtub as you let your back hit the board and force your head back, so he could have access to it.

The angel’s hands were magical and we're making you feel much better. The way he patiently washed your hair almost made you fall asleep on the spot. After your hair was clean, you strained your back and waited for him to pour water on you, so the shampoo would get off.

Chris was feeling something inside him he didn't know he could. He wanted to touch you, feel every inch of you under his fingertips. He wanted to kiss you passionately as his hands roamed over your beautiful body.

He was only facing your back, but he felt his body heat up and something getting weirdly hard on his pants. He had to ignore it? But the moan you left as soon as his fingers came in contact with your scalp once again made him call your name:

“Y/N, please. I can't take it anymore…” You turned off the water and turned around, not caring about him being able to see your chest, that had some shampoo on them.

“Chris, i can't do this either…” You whispered, staring at him in the eyes.

Even though his body was screaming for him to look at your nude chest, he kept eye contact with you as he got closer to you. It was now or never, the perfect moment to kiss you.

Christopher’s lips were softer than you thought, and you wanted to bite them. His heart-shaped lips molded perfectly with yours and complimented them.

They were pressed up against yours on a long peck that made you frustrated. So, tired of it, you grabbed his face between your small hands and forced him stronger against your mouth. Chan seemed to get the message, and his tongue came in contact with your bottom lip, trying to deepen the kiss.

When you finally felt his tongue against yours you moaned shamelessly, to lost in the feeling to care. He felt perfect for you, he felt like he was made for you… Why did you hold back, when you could have been kissing these lovely lips every day, all day?!

Your lips parted because of the absence of oxygen, and the smile that was displayed on his lips made your heart flutter. Something inside you yelled that he may feel the same for you, from more crazy that it seems.

“I'll wait for you in the kitchen, ok Love?” The Angel suddenly asked, getting up. He was trying his hardest to avoid your chest, but it was stronger than him. Chan got a glimpse of them as he closed the door, but it was enough to make the situation even harder for him.

What both of you didn't know is that what is given, can be taken back as well. Since the both of you committed a sin, The Gifter couldn't be more sure that he had to make the angel stay away from you as soon as possible.

.

.

.

A/N: Hello beautiful Stars! I know it's been a while, but I am back. Since I'm starting all over again, I decided to make a special first post. This fic was resting in my drafts all year, unfinished.

I finally finished it and I'm very happy for finally posting it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved to write it.

Before I go, I need to give a special thanks to @xiaojunssmile for helping me revising my work. I appreciate you a lot, you are the best. I love you ❤

Rebloggs, likes and comments are always appreciate it. Thank you.

Happy 2021. I hope your new year comes with Heath and lots of love ❤✨

[gubes-sweaters]

Mind, Body, and Soul 3

Authors Note: This is a Spencer Reid AU inspired by @subspencer​ . This is their original idea and thanks again to them for letting me use this AU. Also, side note I was thinking what type of hair cut Spencer would have in this AU and I’m thinking season 10/11 hair is the most fitting. Just to remind everyone that Lindsey Vaughn, Cat Adams, Spencer Reid, and Penelope Garcia aren’t canon to Criminal Minds, but any other character I mention is.

Content Warning: Drug use (weed), swearing, that’s all I can think of but if there's anything else don’t be afraid to let me know.

Word Count: 3K

You can find part two here

Chapter 3: Snooping Roommates

I wake up to loud banging on my door, a screaming roommate trying to wake me up, and the dead weight of Spencer’s arm that practically has me in a death grip.

“(y/n) wake up I need my straightener that you borrowed. I need to straighten my hair before class and I don't want to be late!” She’s shouting while banging on my door. I turn over and look at my alarm clock and see that it’s only ten am. Great, I’m only going to get four hours of sleep when I feel like I could sleep for a week. This loud banging isn’t doing any favors for my headache either. Then it suddenly hits me that I need to wake up Spencer and get him to hide in my room somewhere because no doubt my friend Stella will barge in. I mean normally it isn’t a problem we’ve been best friends since kindergarten, but when I’m trying to hide a plug that just spent the night, even though he is practically a stranger to me in my room it’s not an ideal time for her to snoop.

“Sorry, I’m awake just give me a second!” I holler back at her, so she’ll stop banging on the door so loudly. I know I’m not going to make her super late because she doesn’t have class until twelve, but she takes forever to get ready nonetheless. I manage to wiggle out of Spencer's grasp, so I can sit up and wake him up. “How is he still asleep or maybe he’s dead that would get rid of one problem at least.” I think to myself while I’m trying to shake him awake and even though I’m joking for a sliver of a second I think he might actually be dead. It wasn’t until he snored ever so slightly and turned away from me I knew he was actually breathing.

“Spencer, Spencer you need to wake up and get in the closet.” I say to him while shaking him even more aggressively.

“Wow, I haven’t thought about being in the closet in a long time.” He mumbles back to me.

“Spencer this isn’t the time for jokes now get in my closet.” I say as I continue to shake him to make sure he doesn’t go back to sleep.

“Wait, I have to do what now.” He finally sits up and ponders my words for a second.

“You have to get in the closet my friend needs something out of my room, and she’ll never let it go if she sees you in here.” I repeat to him for the third time while pointing at my closet.

“Okay, okay fine.” He says putting his hands up surrendering to my ridiculous request after collecting his stuff off the nightstand and pushing his shoes under my bed.

“Hey is everything okay in there or did you go back to sleep?” Stella asks while pounding on the door once more.

“No, I’m just trying to get dressed. Give me a second to grab the straightener and you probably should stop pounding on the door before we get a noise complaint my dad would murder all three of us.” I say before making sure that Spencer is in the closet with the door closed. I hurry and grab the straightener and do a quick once over of my room to make sure that nothing is out of place. I open my door to one peeved friend with her dark brown curly hair going in every single direction. I hand the straightener to her hoping she’ll take it and leave.

“Thanks, also do you have that book you said I could borrow? I’m going to have two hours to kill between classes and I can’t be bothered to drive back home” She asks right before I was about to close the door.

“Oh yeah, it’s in the drawer of my left nightstand.” I say before making a gesture pointing towards it with my head.

“Okay?” She says probably because of my odd demeanor. I quickly shuffle over to my closet basically guarding it with my life. At the same time, she makes her way over to the nightstand and when she looks at it, she lets out a weird chuckle and picks something up. She turns to me as I’m standing in front of the closet. When she turns around she’s holding up a condom. “Goddammit, Spencer!” I think to myself while I think about excuses for why that would be in my room.

“Did somebody get a boyfriend and not tell their friend. Even more importantly, did somebody lose their virginity and NOT TELL ME!” She says in a more excited manner than upset that I wouldn’t tell her something like that. I mean we’re adults not in grade school anymore so it’s not a huge deal.

“No, I didn’t it must be Raven’s. It’s certainly not mine and even if I did you wouldn’t need to announce it to the world, so can you keep your voice down.” I say while partially whispering in hopes that Spencer didn’t hear any of that because I’m not in the mood to be teased, and I’m especially not in the mood for the million questions I get when people find out.

“Raven come here! We need a family meeting!” She shouts oblivious to the company we have with us. Of course, she’s going to run with this and think it’s hilarious because we’re friends it’s what we do. I know she would never do this if she knew that Spencer or anyone else was here because she wouldn’t want me to be embarrassed. Raven walks into the room with her black hair swinging back and forth in her ponytail in unison with her skirt.

“Yeah what’s up?” She asks quickly peaking her head in the doorway because she has a class at eleven.

“Would this happen to belong to you? We know it’s not mine because I have no need for a condom and I think my GIRLfriend would find it odd that I have any. If it’s not yours there’s only one other person in this house that it could belong to.” She manages to say between her giggles putting an emphasis on the girl part, so I can’t use the excuse that it might be Stella’s for whatever reason.

“Guys fine it’s mine but let it go because no I don’t have a boyfriend and no I didn’t lose…you know...it” I trail off trying to be as quiet as possible.

“There’s no need to be ashamed of being a virgin at twenty, but excuse us if we pick on you because you’re the only one out of us who hasn’t lost their virginity. Don’t even try to use the catholic school excuse anymore. It might’ve worked when we were in high school, but it doesn't anymore.” Raven chimes in clearly also having fun in this awkward situation.

“Okay, thanks mom now get out of my room. I didn’t wake up to play twenty-one questions.” I say trying to get them out of my room as fast a possible because I hear chuckles slowly becoming louder and louder from inside my closet.

“We’re only teasing you because we love you but I still kind of want to know why you have only one sitting on your nightstand.” Stella says while sitting it back down and finally picking up the book before making her way out of the room. She stops at the doorway turning to look at me clearly wanting an explanation. Raven being the snoop she is as well raises her eyebrows wanting an explanation too.

“Okay fine I may or may not have thought I was going home with somebody last night and Penelope practically threw one at me trying to get me to go home with him but last minute I chickened out. Are you guys happy now?” I pull the most bullshit excuse out of my ass, but they seem to believe it because they both give a silent nod while walking out and closing the door behind them. I run to lock the door while Spencer opens the closet with his hand over his mouth trying not to laugh.

“That sounds like the most cliché porn plot possible. A sweet little virgin catholic school girl what do you need me to dress up as a priest?” He says in between deep breaths trying not to bust out laughing.

“Don’t even start I won’t hesitate to kill you. No one knew who you came home with I bet I could get away with it, I’ve watched enough crime shows and I listened to my dad talk about it growing up.” I look at him giving him the stink eye trying to be a little intimidating even though I’m obviously joking, but it just makes him laugh more.

“Okay, we’ll see about that squirt.” He says while trying to control his laughter and lays back on my bed. I roll my eyes at the sudden usage of the nickname.

“I’m going to get ready don’t move and if my friends knock on the door don’t answer it. I can drive you back to your apartment after they leave.” I tell him trying to move on while making my way to my bathroom after grabbing clothes from my closet.

“Yes ma’am.” He says mocking me because I’m talking to him in the same way a mom would scold her toddler. In some ways, Spencer acts like a toddler, so I’m justified in the way I talk to him.

As I finish up taking a shower and running a brush through my hair to not look like I was hit by a truck, I get changed and walk back into my room. I walk out and see that Spencer is once again passed out in my bed. I sigh trying to figure out what to do and for the first time in the past fourteen hours, my prayers have been answered because both of my friends shout their goodbyes as they leave the apartment. As soon as I hear the lock click signaling that they left I open my door checking to see if the coast is clear. Once I make sure I’m safe I walk out to the kitchen and make breakfast. I sit and relax on the island for a second taking in everything that’s happened since last night. I close my eyes and bask in the warm sunlight coming through the window and take in the smell of coffee brewing. I go back to breakfast and I make sure to make enough food for me and Spencer. After I’m done I go to ask him if he wants any food and as I make my way to my room I smell something odd. I can’t place the smell at first over the smell of coffee and pancakes, but as soon as I open my door I immediately recognize the smell. Then I see him laying on my bed smoking a joint.

“Oh hey, you want a hit.” He offers after he seemed surprised to see me as if he wasn’t laying in my bed in my apartment.

“No I don’t smoke sorry, but I made breakfast if you want some.” I say before turning around and making my way back to the kitchen.

“So you don’t smoke, you don't have sex, and you don't really drink or party so what do you do for fun?” He asks while catching up with me. As I plate our food I wonder if I have anything actually interesting to tell him. It’s boring to say “Oh I go to class, then to work, then I study, and sometimes I get more bored than usual, so I knit.” When I figure I don’t have anything remotely fun to talk about I just shrug and give him a plate with pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

“How do you take your coffee?” I ask while pulling two mugs out of the cupboard before grabbing creamer and sugar.

“Like three teaspoons of sugar, but don’t try and change the subject. If you don’t know how to have fun that’s how I’ll make it up to you for helping me out last night. We’ll spend a day, it doesn’t have to be today, but we’ll spend a day where we have a day full of fun.” He says with a proud look on his face, and I can’t help but giggle at the look on his face it’s like he just had the idea of the century. You can tell he’s someone whose smart but is only very book smart because at the same time he has no sense of self-preservation and no common sense whatsoever.

“Okay, well I have to work tonight, but tomorrow I don’t have anything going on. What do you have in mind?” I ask while passing him coffee before joining him at the island with my food and coffee.

“That my dear is a mystery. It’s much more fun when it’s a surprise.” He says while booping my nose before reading what’s on the mug I gave him.

“The BAU? Who do you know that works for the FBI’s behavioral analysis unit or is this just some cute little souvenir?” He asks while looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

“My dad used to work for the BAU but it’s been a while. Right now he’s on a book tour.” I say trying to be brief as possible when talking about my dad.

“So are you super close with your dad is that why he pays for your apartment and gets you gifts like this?” He asks before taking a bite out of the bacon.

“It’s not really an extraordinary gift it’s just a mug first off. Second off how did you know that he pays for my apartment? Were you snooping through my room while I was making breakfast?” I ask genuinely curious how he drew that conclusion. I mean he’s not wrong but still.

“I heard you say and I quote “stop pounding on the door before we get a noise complaint my dad would murder all three of us.” I doubt that you would care what your dad thinks unless he pays for the apartment or this is his apartment, but I’m not sure why your mom and dad would let two other loud ass girls live in this apartment with them.” He says with a smug look on his face as if he cracked a seemingly unsolvable mystery.

“Good detective work Sherlock. I mean yeah you’re right my dad pays the rent for this place, but he and my mom aren’t together anymore, my mom happened to be unlucky wife number four, and to answer your question from earlier no I’m not extremely close with my dad. He was always at work, traveling, or working on his new book I’m pretty sure this apartment is how he chooses to make up for it.” I say very matter-of-factly like it’s nothing I think I’m just numb to it at this point.

“Well, welcome to the absentee fathers club. It’s full of daddy issues and forgotten birthdays.” He says before turning back to his food. Not having a dad around clearly doesn’t bother him, or he’s putting up a pretty good front like it doesn’t bother him.

“Anyway moving away from the subject of childhood trauma let’s move on to our day of fun. I’ll pick you up here at ten am sharp. I will tote you around all day until you learn how to have fun.” He says while doing a horrible impression of Steve Irwin as if we're going on some sort of adventure through the jungle. I just giggle in response as I go to clean up both of our plates.

“I’ll be ready at ten now are you ready for me to take you back home because I have to go to work soon.” I ask turning to face him while I rest my elbows behind me on the counter.

“Yeah let me go get my shoes and I’ll be ready.” He says before hopping off the stool at the kitchen island and makes his way back to my room. I laugh to myself because we just met, yet I get along with him like we’ve known each other for years. I quickly make my way to the laundry room, so I can grab my work shirt out of the dryer and change into it before we leave. I slip off my shirt and slip into my work shirt and tuck it into my jeans, before making my way back out to the living room. As I grab my keys and slip on my vans Spencer makes his way back out to the living room.

“Ready?” I ask him before opening the door. He just nods before slipping a piece of paper into my hand. I didn’t open it at the time. I didn’t even open it until I got off work that night but it was his number.

Me: hey, I just got off work and realized you gave me your number. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Good Night :)

Spencer: i’ll see you then. sweet dreams <3

As I’m sitting in my bed that night I just chuckle to myself before I turn my phone off and turn over trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. As I get comfortable and I’m about to shut my eyes I spot that damn condom on the corner of my nightstand once again. Soon enough I finally shut my eyes and I’m able to get some sleep.

——————————————————————————

Taglist: @rexorangecouny @haylaansmi

[imlostinsantacarla]

(a/n: this wasn’t requested, i’m just teen wolf trash rn and i miss writing for the fandom. also, did i mention i’m in love with cora hale? so since i’ve done a cuddling hc for erica i decided to do one for cora bc she also deserves so much love and was such an underrated character as well. - admin kat🌙❣)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Cuddling with Cora Hale Headcanons:

° regardless of your gender, size and height, cora hale is hands down the big spoon 99% of the time when it comes to cuddling. i imagine this to be bc of her protective nature of those she holds nearest to her heart, but also bc she’s lost so much already, she doesn’t want to lose you; and by holding you, it’s a reminder to her that you’re there, solid and real.

° she always has her face buried into your back or shoulders, and you always feel her lips graze your skin in a soft sincere smile. it makes your heart flutter, to which she always comments on.

° “why did your heart do that weird thing again?”

° “what weird thing?”

° “that weird thing it does when you feel me smile against your skin?”

° “well there’s your answer.”

° but there’re some days where she needs to be held and you literally jump at the opportunity to hold her, being the big spoon or having her lay on top of you. the first time it happened was when the alphas broke into the loft and almost killed derek, she felt scared and vulnerable, reminded once again that not just hunters can come into her life and take away her family.

° cora isn’t always good with her words, she shows how she feels about someone through her actions; and it’s common for her to show her love for you when you’re cuddling. it’s shown in the way she grips you tighter to her, smooths hair out of your face or kisses your forehead.

° and she predominantly shows her affection and love for you through actions bc sometimes due to her bluntness, she can come across as really acerbic or flat? but overtime you’ve begun to be able to decipher what she really means. showing feelings can be difficult for her.

° cora does tell you she loves you, i suppose out of all the hale’s she is the most playful, but only with you.

° “i love you, you big doofus!”

° “shut up, i love you.”

° “you look really beautiful today. i just wanted you to know.”

° derek walks in on you guys cuddling all the time and he’s always clearing his throat to which cora no longer even acknowledges him any more. she used to lift her head up and quirk her brow at him before rolling her eyes and resuming to holding you.

° “what? it’s not like we’re butt naked and fucking or anything.”

° “you guys fu- actually, don’t answer that! i don’t wanna know!”

° “cora!”

° you always lay your head on her chest when you cuddle and naturally her fingers nestle lovingly in your hair. she’s really so soft for you, even scott’s pack tease her about it. she used to get mad and punch the guys, but now she just rolls her eyes and becomes pouty, but she can’t deny it... she is soft for you.

° when you’re alone, cora will gravitate towards you, placing herself in your arms, her head on your shoulder or in your chest. over time, she really allows herself to be vulnerable with you, letting you hold her.

° it was a huge milestone when cora fell asleep on you when you guys were cuddling and watching a movie. it meant that she trusted you. you never let her or the pack hear the end of it for like three months!

° “guys! did i tell you how cora fell asleep in my arms-”

° “yes, for the hundredth time, in fact! now will you shut up about cora falling asleep while you cuddle? we have danger coming for our asses left, right and center!”

° when she’s extra grouchy and just having a bad day you blow raspberry kisses on her neck. she pretends to be annoyed but then she starts grinning so wide and giggling. that always cheers her up.

° no one would ever really believe you, but cora initiates most of the cuddling and you can’t change my mind!

° cuddling often turns to adventurous hands and deep kisses with bottom lips softly nibbled...

° and once that starts, the cuddling sessions are on a time out and other activities ensue, leaving you breathless and hot and bothered.

° but you two pick up on cuddling right after though.

° cora will often pull you into her lap when you’re studying. she’ll just watch you study, having long forgotten her own homework.

° “why are you staring at me?”

° “because you’re more interesting than chemistry and math.”

° “fair enough.”

° you end up using cuddles as a reward for cora when she finishes at least two hours of studying with you. but even if she’s defiant and chooses not to study, she’ll just cuddle you anyway.

° you rub circles on her back and she  m e l t s ! ! !

° you kiss all over her face as well, which she pulls a ‘i’m done with you’ expression, but she secretly loves it and you even know it.

° “what are you, my grandma/grandpa?”

° “a hot grandma/grandpa!”

° “ew, you’re gross.”

° “and you love it! don’t lie.”

° she loves cuddling on days where the sun shines through the windows. she falls asleep on those days. you swear she’s a cat in disguise.

° cora can be pretty goofy when she cuddles, sprinkling her fingers on your sides, softly nipping your shoulders with her teeth, pinching you softly to get your attention on her. she’s an attention whore, but only for your attention.

° when you guys fall asleep whilst cuddling, you’re always holding hands. it’s the sweetest thing ever!

° you like to trace over her facial features when she’s thinking and you’re cuddling, it makes her smile and then kiss your knuckles sweetly.

° “what’re you thinking about, dumb dumb?”

° “about taking you back to south america with me. i’d really love for you to see where i spent most of my life.”

° “really?!”

° “yes, you doofus!”

° after she’s been in a battle she always heads to your house after in the dead of night, sneaking in through your window, climbing in under the sheets and snuggling into your side. she’s freezing from the cold air, which prompts you awake with a jolt.

° “you’re cold!”

° “shhh... i won’t be for much longer. go back to sleep.”

° “are you hurt?”

° “not any more.”

° sometimes she’ll be laying on your bed, looking up at the ceiling and you’ll suddenly run and jump on top of her like a total starfish. it knocks the wind out of you both but you both start laughing.

° “what the hell was that for?”

° “i wanted your attention.”

° “well you have it now.”

° once she moved out of the way and you flew off your bed, to which she caught you before you hit the ground and placed you in her lap with the silliest grin plastered on her face. “asshole...” you’d muttered and pouted, “sorry, what was that? i didn’t quite hear you.”

° you tend to talk most during cuddle sessions, and cora doesn’t mind bc she’s a great listener and loves the sound of your voice.

° you guys share a lot of kisses when you cuddle. in fact, there’s a lot of kisses, and derek hates hearing it. “can you guys stop already? it’s the fiftieth time you’ve kissed in the past minute!” he’d gripe irritably. “wait until we start making out, then you’ll hear the noises from downtown, asshat.” cora would mutter with a smug smirk on her face. 

° even when it’s hot out, cora is latched onto you like a tiny koala bear. she’ll rarely let you get out of her grasp.

° “i’m gonna pee myself, cora.”

° “fine, go!”

° “thanks!”

° you latch onto her a lot too though, especially in school when you’re walking down the hallways. you’re behind her with your hands wrapped around her waist. at first she wasn’t comfortable with it, but as time has gone on she can’t help but grin when people look at you like you’re crazy bc she’d normally knock anyone else out who tried anything like that with her.

° when the two of you cuddle, in the safety of each other’s embraces, it’s when cora will tell you her secrets, her fears, her hopes, her dreams. she’s really blunt in general, but there’s an infinite amount of trust when you two are together. she tells you what she’s thinking because she trusts you and cares what you think.

° she’s totally the type of person that draws patterns on your skin then pretends to erase them and start again. it makes you laugh and smile a lot because there’s no trace of the patterns, so she doesn’t need to rub on your skin to get rid of them. but she insists she has to. like she  i n s i s t s  mate.

° cuddles aren’t quick with cora. be prepared to be there with her for hours on end.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

please like, reblog and follow for more!

requests: open!