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opalmaplehibiscus · 3 years

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Love of a Fox and a Hunter

Hello @ tellmesomegoodstory!! I’m so sorry that this request took so long ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ I really hope that you enjoy this and hope I actually wrote Rook well. I’m terribly sorry if he seems OOC though OTL

· When he first stumbled upon her, he was mesmerized

· Though it was an accident, he couldn’t believe how soft and silky her fur was, eyes bright and clear as well-cut gems

· To be able to see such a beautiful fox in the forest behind the school… He never felt so thrilled in his whole life. Heck the feeling of excitement he was feeling could rival the times when he’s watching le Roi du Lion

· But when he accidentally steps on a twig from where he was hiding, the fox snaps her head towards his direction before running away

· Disappointment and regret filled his heart as he watches her disappear, thinking she was lost and that their meeting is a mere fleeting moment

· Who would’ve thought that wasn’t the case though?

· The next few days, Rook continued to meet the fox in the woods, never once getting tired from how beautiful she was

· The fur that always shines under the sunlight with those same beautiful eyes – très bien! Beauté!

· He used his hunting skills to try to get closer to her, trying to get to see how she behaves, moves, and appear up close

· Yet, who would’ve thought that this fox was very sensitive to her surroundings? As if she could sense him when he’s 10 feet away, her eyes would meet his before she left again

· Rook couldn’t help but think that the fox was teasing him, challenging him to try to get closer to her if he can. And as a pure, honorable hunter, of course Rook took up the challenge

· His visits to the woods became more frequent as he already memorized the times the fox would appear. He even prepared the foods he often saw her ate and lay out traps, not to actually catch her though! Just to keep her stay in one spot so he could try to approach her

· The determination to get close to her was to the point that Leona and Ruggie, for once, didn’t get spied on him for a whole week

· Leona: I can finally nap in peace Ruggie: As much as I appreciate not getting my tailed pulled on, you shouldn’t be napping in the first place Leona-san!

· Soon, a month passes and the day he succeeded was a day he couldn’t forget

· He didn’t think the apples he used that day would’ve been so delicious as the fox, for once, got lost in eating it

· Rook quietly gets closer to her, concealing himself and his aura until he was actually a foot away from her

· He could hear his heart beat in his ears as crouched down and watched her, only to freeze when he noticed something strange

· Was it because of how well-kept her fur was? Nope. How she was smiling when eating the apples? Nope

· A hint of perfume coming from the fox and how elegant she was eating the apple, so clean and organized as if she was a human made the gears of his brain screech to a stop

· Know that one meme with the lady and all those math equations? That was Rook during the moment. Just…with a confused smile

· Hein? Hein? C’est quoi? Is she really a fox ????

· His curiosity gotten the best of him as he tried to reason why the fox smelled and behaved like a human, not realizing how he was subconsciously reaching out and about to grab her, until he snapped out of it when he feels the softest fur he had ever felt in his whole life

· Right after he touched her, the fox froze and turn her head toward him, finally realizing his presence

· Rook tried to make himself look friendly in the eyes of the fox, waving a hand with a “Bonjour~”

· He really shouldn’t be surprised that the fox bit his hand and ran away like usual. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t painful though

· The fox doesn’t visit the forest for some time, putting Rook under the weather. By that, Rook often mentioning to the people around him how his cheri, seul et unique l’amour went missing

· Rook: Ah~ Mon amour! Celle qu’a volé mon cœur ! Where are you ? Epel : Uuuhhh…what’s wrong with Rook-senpai ? Vil : Ignore him. He’s just crying over his fox again. Epel: Fox? Rook: Mon amour!!! I beg of you, come back!

· As he waits for her to come back, Rook starts preparing another trap, this time to temporarily catch her as he knew that the next the two meets will most likely be the last

· What seems like forever, he finally saw her again as he found her napping under a chestnut tree

· Quietly setting the trap (yeah, he carried it with him after he completed it because he’s extra like that), he waited for her to wake up and fall for it

· Good news, she fell for it. Bad news. Er, if it should even be considered bad news….The fox turned into a female human. With fox ears and tail.

· It took him a while to finally realized what had happen as the now female human continued to struggle getting out of the trap

· It was his first time seeing such beautiful person - perfect skin, clear eyes, and luscious hair

· When she yelled at him to let her go, Rook snapped out of his thoughts before freeing her

· Giving her a minute to rest, Rook grabbed her hands and looked at her with sparkling eyes

· The way her eyes widened and ears perk looked cute in his eyes as he asked her if she was a beast-person

· He ended up blushing when she was able to get out of his grip and ran away without answering his question

· To meet a beautiful beast-person and strong, physically and magician-wise too! Merveilleux! Magnifique!

· Soon enough their relationship changed to that of cat-and-mice, where Rook would try to get close and learn more about her while she would run away

· During the chase, he would often ask her questions non-stop as he tried his best to get to know her more

· Heck, he would appear and corner her at every single hiding place she knew of, making it harder for her to get him off her tracks

· Yet, for some reason, he didn’t like it when someone was close to finding out about her existence in the forest, leading to be the reason of how she escapes him as he blocked anyone that was close to seeing her from actually taking a view of her

· Overtime he realized that he actually fell for her

· It became clear to him that he liked her when someone nearly saw her in her human form when she tried to get out of one the traps, he lied on the forest’s floor again

· One thing led to another and he hid behind a tree with her in his arms, trying to keep her quiet as he waited for the student that was walking through the forest to leave the area they were in

· When it seemed safe, he released a sigh before looking at her

· He never would’ve thought that he would see her blush. And the fact that she was blushing made her seem adorable to him

· He felt his heart beating faster as he saw her struggle to stay quiet and calm – her ears pressed against her head while, surprisingly, gently gripping the sleeve of his coat

· When she finally noticed him looking at her, he couldn’t help but think that she was très mignonne

· In fact, he could arguably say that she was more like baby fox than a full grown one

· It was obvious that he was lost in thought as he got caught off guard when she shoved him and ran away but this time, not bothering to transform back into her animal form

· Blinking a couple times, he blushed before his lips curled up after realizing that he, Rook Hunt, the hunter of love, is in love

· It leads to the current situation, where he’s chasing after her again like usual. Only this time, he’s trying to get her to accept his feelings for her by carrying a bouquet of roses while running after her

· “ Mon cheri! Attend-s’il vous plaît !!” He yells, only for her to yell back that he stop chasing her

· It’s obvious that she was getting frustrated as he doesn’t stop, but instead, continues chasing her

· Though he does wishes for her to accept his feelings despite getting rejected, but would’ve respected her answer had it not for the flash of fear and hurt that he saw in her eyes

· The broken look she gave him, though only lasting for a second, made him worried and gave him warning bells. Especially, after being around her for so long, he knew something bad would happen if he were to let her run away like usual

· It doesn’t make him feel any better, never thinking she would’ve experienced something so painful to the point of making such expression….

· He could still feel his heart break when remember it

· When she suddenly stops and turns towards him, he slows down and tries to walk towards her with the bouquet but ends up freezing from where he’s standing when she threatens to burn the forest if he takes on more step

· His body feels it was poured with a bucket of ice-cold water as she growls how she hated men, especially those that were like them, going on how it was men like him that ends up just using women as they please and for their own ulterior goals

· Feeling wronged, Rook tries to say something to her, how his feelings for her were genuine and honest

· But, he ends up getting snapped at as she calls him a liar

· Rook ends up going quiet, watching and listening to her past in between the insults she throws at him

· And while doing so, he can’t help but for once, get angry

· He rarely gets angry, as he was a hunter and hunting require patience in order to catch the best prey. Yet, he could feel the grip on the bouquet tighten while his free hand twitches no thanks to the feeling of wanting to hunt….something

· C’est pathétique for man to abuse the love, the most beautiful thing in the whole entire world. And as a hunter of love, he is very. Offended.

· The anger soon turns into a simmer of fury as his eyes are looking at the crystal tears rolling down her cheeks while she, now sobs, about the amount of hurt and betrayal she faced from her previous lover

· The minute she mentions how she was a youkai, it makes Rook freeze and accidentally ask what she meant by that out loud

· To him, who thinks laughter is also another form of beauty, he didn’t think her broken, heart-wrenching laughs are beautiful. Especially when she clarifies that she wasn’t a beast-person like he assumed but a Japanese fox-demon and ends up asking that, after finding out what she was now, is he going to hunt her too like her ex-lover

· All patience Rook had disappeared in one go as he lets go of the bouquet, grab her hands and proclaims how he would never do that to her

· Keeping a tight grip on her, preventing her from escaping and ignoring the threats she throws at him, Rook looks at her right in the eyes

· His clear forest green eyes glows from the flames of anger, sadness, and the desire to heal her as he tells her that despite being a hunter, he’s a hunter of love not a hunter of killing people

· He does his best to tell her how much he loves her, telling her how he actually fell in love with her since they day he met – loving her fox appearance very much only to fall deeper for her when she showed his humanoid side to her

· He subconsciously shows desperation of trying to show his honesty and sincerity to hear as he continues to reveal how he much he adores her, that all his praises for her were all from his heart not from lip service

· He never realized that he had gotten on a knee until he tells her how even if she were to reject him, he would’ve devoted himself to protect her even if it meant betraying whomever wished for him to catch her. Because to him, she was a precious and most beautiful existence he had ever seen

· Rook could feel his heart beating pounding ferociously against his chest as he once, in a long time, felt nervous on what her reaction would be to his confession (first one didn’t count. He refuses to let it count)

· Soundlessly, he gets up and brushes the tears from her eyes with his thumbs only to end up cradling her head between his hands as he gently tries to get her to stop crying

· Once she calms down, he warmly smiles at her, asking if she was feeling better

· His smile grows bigger after seeing her nod slightly, daringly kissing the crown of her head

· At first, he didn’t catch what she said as she had whispered her answer

· But, after hearing her reply the second time, he asks for permission before kissing her on the lips with joy and passion he felt for her

· It only made him feel happier when he feels her kissing him back with her own free will while knowing that she actually felt the same way

#twst #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #hc #headcanon

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astralsweetness · 4 years

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I can’t be honest (but neither can you) || Changkyun/Reader (m)

➣ I cannot believe this is my first contribution to Monsta X, this is really how I’m entering the writing side of this fandom OTL Also hello idk how to write short summaries?? I proof-read this at 4:30 AM so please tell me if I missed something lol. Fair warning I switch P.O.V.’s often in this and with absolutely no regard to any writing rules

➣ Changkyun/Reader | Angst[?] with a surprisingly happy ending that I didn’t mean to write | Showcases some bad coping mechanisms from both he and the reader | Mentioned Wonho/Reader, but it’s purely platonic in a sexual way | Smut warnings include: mentions of choking, pegging, fingering, mentions of a ruined sexual scene, sort of self-imposed edging if you squint, hair-pulling, facesitting

➣ It’s been almost a year since he called off the relationship and your name still tastes like a mixture between sugar and ash on his tongue when he says it, your picture is still saved in his camera roll, and he’s taken the plunge these last few months to reach out to you to be friends again. His hyungs tell him it’s a bad idea, and he tells them he knows, because he does, really, he swears he does. It’s just that his heart soars when he gets to talk to you and he can’t remember why he was ever scared of letting you in past that last wall he’d put up, and he’s going to your place and he hates himself because instead of “I love you” he says “please fuck me” and even now he can’t be honest to you about his feelings.

“I want you to fuck me.” He’s standing at your door, speaking in English with that deep voice of his, and you just blink blankly at him - he hadn’t called or texted to say he was coming over, and to be completely honest you hadn’t seen him in over a week. The silence is uncomfortable, but his eyes are intense, and he refuses to shift shyly under your blank stare.

“..well, come in I guess.” You invite him in with raised eyebrows - he goes easily, knowing your apartment like his own home. It’s been almost a year since you two broke up, but he hasn’t forgotten anything. That same stupid plant he hated was still on your table. He had no idea how it was still alive.

“So.. we aren’t together anymore, we haven’t hung out in a while, but you decided I’m the person you want to fuck you. Suddenly.” Your tone of voice conveys your lack of belief - this sort of feels like some very strange joke, but you have no idea who’d ever come up with one like this.

“You fuck Wonho-hyung all the time, and you aren’t dating him, so why can’t you fuck me?” His words are said in a rush, the first sign of nervousness, and you cross your arms and cock a hip. It’s your default power-pose, lets you feel like you’re in control when you have no idea what’s going on.

‘Is that really all it is?’ you want to ask, but you stay silent. He doesn’t seem aware that when you’re with Hoseok it’s more for the other man’s emotional well-being than it was just to get laid. Sometimes people needed to be broken apart and pieced back together lovingly just to feel okay. For Hoseok, you were a friend he trusted enough to let break him and then take care of the pieces that remained shattered on the floor.

“If you tell me why then maybe.”

“I’m not doing shit for a maybe.” He fires back instantly, gaze narrowing. His shoulders have tensed and he’s widened his stance, an unconscious reaction to the way your own body language had changed. Whether he actually felt it or not, at a subconscious level he believed he was being threatened.

You step forward and snag him by the forearm - the fight goes out of him instantly, replaced by pure innocent confusion as you lead him to your bed. He notices dully that you’ve redecorated your bedroom - though it makes sense considering he was the one who had helped you liven it up before.

“Sit - and try to relax. All the muscles in your shoulders are tensing up.” Your words have the opposite affect you wanted them to have - he tenses more, seemingly thrown off by your care, your notice of his minute actions.

You watch the way his gaze drifts over your room – it catches and lingers on a group picture of you and the rest of his group, tucked safely into the frame of your vanity mirror.

It’s a nice picture, though you really don’t remember taking it. You’re fairly certain everyone was drunk though, since you’ve got your arm thrown around Minhyuk’s shoulders in it, pressing your cheek against his.

It’s cute, even if looking at it is bittersweet. You can see the question on his face, the ‘why did you keep this?’.

“It’s not like I stopped being friends with them just because we broke up.” You feel defensive over your choice, face heating – you weren’t even near him in the picture, on completely opposite sides in it. He just murmurs a soft “oh” that sounds dejected, and you desperately don’t want to think about it.

“Anyway –“ You’re desperate to move on at this point, and he seems to feel the same because his attention snaps back to you. “You’re not really in a position here to argue and make demands, but fine -“ It was just sex, right? For you, anyway. “I can’t literally right now, I have a class in 30 minutes, but if you tell me why then we can negotiate.” You feel like some sort of fucking dealer.

He seems vaguely surprised you’ve agreed so easily, but he works his jaw and tries to figure out how to explain his reasoning to you - whatever it may be. You let him think and go in search of your computer bag. Online classes were a pain, especially those that required attendance in the form of a webcam. The bag has been thrown into a corner of your room, and you sigh and bend down to begin your annoying search.

“Well, we’re not together anymore, so..” You crane your neck to look at him, even as you continue to rummage through your backpack for your computer cord. Damn thing was in there somewhere, you knew. “I don’t have to worry about what you think of me anymore?”

He finishes his statement with an accidental upwards inflection that turns it into a question, and your hands pause before you turn back around and continue searching, mulling over your word choice carefully. ‘You never had to worry’ sits on your tongue, something that is desperate to be said, but you swallow it back down. He wouldn’t believe you and it’d cool the current mood.

“I see.” You finally settle on, standing and popping your vertebrae back into place as your prize - the fucking charging cord - dangles from your hands. Your two words could convey many meanings, and you can see from your peripheral that his brow has furrowed. It’s not the answer he was expecting, though you think he probably didn’t know what he’d been expecting in the first place. “Then - what is it you want?”

“For you to fuck me.” He answers again, and then swallows as he notices your blank stare has returned.

“I know that, you said that. I meant what specifically are you looking to get out of this?”

“I want it to hurt.” His words make your breath catch in your throat, emotions swinging between vaguely turned on and worried. Sure, he’d had some masochistic tendencies in bed before, but - “I mean - I don’t – not physically -“ He’s switched to Korean in the wake of your silence, a comfort language, and you wonder if he even realizes he’s done it.

“Okay.” You respond simply in Korean back and he stops his rambling, just blinks at you. You see the tension finally start to drain out of his shoulders and switch back to English purely for your own sake, because it was easier, definitely not because you wanted to be able to hear his voice speaking your native language. “So long as you promise to use safewords, I won’t ask. I’m not your therapist and I’m not -“

“My girlfriend.” He finishes your sentence quietly, back to English as well, and your mouth goes dry.

“And I’m not here to judge you.” You remedy - you weren’t going to mention anything about your past relationship, and he looks away quickly at that realization. “You mentioned Hoseok -“ His hand twitches at his side when you call his hyung by his real name, but you mercifully don’t call him on this. Maybe this was a bad idea, but you’ve gone this long purely on the denial that he regrets breaking up with you, and it’s too late to stop that now. “- so I’m going to treat this situation exactly like that.”

“Okay?” Changkyun has no idea what that means, his fingers curling into your bedspread. You check the time - 20 minutes until class.

“I’m your friend, and I want to help you. This doesn’t change anything between us, this doesn’t add some extra dynamic, some extra layer.” Your voice has gone business mode and he’s stiffened his back at it, an ingrained response from being in the music industry for so long. “I’m not doing this just because I want sex - if you are, that’s fine, but I’m just doing this to help you out. Is that clear?” He nods once, eyes wide. You think he’s cute. You’ve always thought he was cute, and it reminds you of how cute turned into smitten and smitten turned into perfection and perfection turned into love and love - well, he ended love. “Changkyun - do you promise this is just about sex or release of some kind and nothing else?”

Your tone had softened, and he’d been let out of whatever thrall your no-nonsense voice had put him into. The question hangs in the air heavily, dripping of a nectar so sweet it’s sickening.

“Yes. I promise.” His voice is hoarse, cracking and quiet - and you think he’s lying.

But you’ve held on to your denial for so long. He had said before that the spark was just gone - and what were you supposed to say to that? It wasn’t his fault; people fell out of love all the time. You could barely believe he’d ever been interested in you from the beginning and you refused to believe you were worth falling in love with for a second time. The fact that you had managed to remain friends is more than you could have ever hoped for.

“Okay.” You repeat his assurance, more for your own benefit than his. The room is quiet, and thunder rolls in the distance. Fuck - a storm meant spotty WiFi for your class.

You check the time again - 15 minutes.

“We can use the stoplight system -“ His gaze has blanked so you take the time to roughly translate it into Korean, explaining until his brow smooths out, and then you’re back to English. “Aside from that, though, I need to know what you’re interested in, what you want to happen or don’t want to happen. You can hang out here if you want during my class, or leave, I don’t care - but take the time to think over what it is you want in this session.” Your words are too clinical, you know this, but you can’t keep yourself from doing it that way. You know most of the things he’s into and not into, but if you don’t take this route then it all feels too intimate. Besides, he’d always kept a very careful hold of how much control he’d let go around you before, never wanting to slip too far into subspace, always wanting to seem in command, even when subbing for you. You wonder if that’s changed. You certainly don’t remember him ever blatantly asking outright to have something done to him before.

Memories flash across your mind eye, his back covered in your scratch marks, the way he moaned brokenly when you pulled on his hair, the way he came when you pressed your fingers to his throat. But he never asked for any of it - you had to ask if it was okay to do to him, and he always brushed off any of your attempts of aftercare.

You swallow again, feeling vaguely sick. Things had been broken in your relationship long before he called it off, but neither one of you wanted to admit it. Your heart hurts for multiple reasons, but when you glance at him out of the corner of your eye you know the biggest one: ‘I hope I didn’t hurt him by not talking about it’.

But he didn’t talk about it either. Did he care about whether it hurt you?

“Is that okay?” He’s been talking to you, and you startle out of your thoughts - a half-formed little smirk dances at the corners of his lips, one eyebrow quirked in amusement. He knows you well enough to know when you’ve been drifting. “I said, I’ll stay here if that’s alright with you.”

“Yeah, it’s fine - sorry, was just.. thinking.” It doesn’t really surprise you that he’s decided to stay - he’s confident to a fault, it’s true, but there’s a slash of shyness that strikes through his character, and you know that if he left he might not be able to come back. The thunder rumbles in agreement.

You half-watch him as you set up your computer on the coffee table – he’s looking around your apartment with thinly veiled curiosity, though you don’t really blame him. It didn’t really look anything like when you two had been together, and yet.. you felt it still had his subtle touch all over it. You wondered if he noticed that.

The class is boring, as it usually is – you’re watching the screen but your mind is far away, listening to your admittedly enthusiastic professor talk about the hyoid bone and articulations while your focus is on Changkyun. He lingers around you with a nervous type of energy, clearly not feeling allowed to roam around your apartment (it’d be kind of weird if he had, you admit) but also not feeling comfortable enough to sit on the couch next to you, even if he would have been off camera.

It’s almost like it was before, and you half expect him to sit down next to you anyway and throw his arm around your shoulder, always just off-screen, sitting next to you during your classes while he amused himself with his phone, just so he could be near you.

You’re just about to be able to feel the phantom warmth from the memory of his arm around you before he coughs and you startle, eyes snapping to him – he looks back wide-eyed, not understanding your surprise but murmuring a quiet apology anyway.

God you were so fucked.

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“So?” The instant your class had ended you’d snapped the computer lid shut – you hadn’t retained a single thing said, what a complete waste. It wouldn’t have mattered if you’d skipped and focused on Changkyun in the end after all. “Did you decide on what you wanted?”

You’re so flippant with your question that he feels like he’s being asked about what it is he wants to eat instead of how he wants to have sex – the entire hour of your class he’d been nervous, and those nerves had by now tightened into a very tight ball at the base of his spine that periodically sent white-hot flames licking along his muscles.

“I –“ His mouth is so fucking dry and he hates how small he suddenly feels – he’d never felt like this around you before, but usually it had always been you asking if you could do something to him, hadn’t it? “I said it earlier. I want you to fuck me.”

He watches your reaction with pin-point precision – the small widening of your eyes, the way your gaze darts to the side like it always did when you were thinking something over – it wasn’t like you hadn’t ever fucked him before, but he’d never asked you to do so, and you clearly hadn’t expected him to come out with something like that so easily.

Why the hell could he say something like that and not something as simple as ‘I love you’, or even ‘I miss you’?

“Okay.” You’ve wrested your thoughts back under control – it wasn’t fair of him to say something like that, looking so utterly and effortlessly attractive. “As long as there’s no kissing I’ll fuck you any way you like, Changkyun.” You were over him and he was over you and this was just sex.

If you said it enough you’d start to believe it, right?

Changkyun just nods at your terms, looking a bit despondent – you can’t help the strong surge within you that says to fix it, fix whatever upset him, but you have a feeling you knew already. He’d always been a bit fixated on kissing you, but you knew if you let him this time then it’d all be over.

“I don’t remember you ever falling this far into the ‘submissive’ side of things, Changkyun.” You’re desperate to regain the upper-hand, and he flushes a bright red at your comment, grumbling out a weak “shut up” that has you smiling.

“Have you been experimenting?” You’re still teasing him but he bristles at the insinuation that he would have been with anyone after you – you had no reason to think he hadn’t been but the mere thought of being with anyone other than you makes him ache deep in his chest, in his soul.

“No.” He tries to keep his voice calm, but it wavers still and he digs his fingernails into the soft leather of his belt, pausing. “I haven’t been with anyone since –“

He can’t say it, but you understand regardless – he doesn’t like how surprised you look, ducks his head and lets his hair obscure his view of you as he refocuses on undressing. It’s not that you’d been wrong to be surprised with his decision for today, either – before you, he’d never really definitively considered himself particularly dominant or submissive, happy with having the choice to be either at the drop of a hat. That changed with you though – you had been so uncompromising with your power, beautiful and self-assured, and he knew without a doubt that if you so much as even hinted at it he would be on his knees for you every single time.

Not that he had ever told you that, of course. He’d never told you anything he really wanted to. Even now, with you looking at him softly, trying to see if you’d crossed a line with your little teasing jabs, the words ‘I’m happy being this for you’ get stuck in his throat and all he can do is tug his shirt over his head wordlessly, fingernails clicking nervously at his belt as he undoes it. You pretend not to notice the way your heartrate accelerates as he reveals his body bit by bit to you, slender waist but powerful figure, beautiful skin, beautiful body.

“Well, then – lie down.” You gesture to your bed and he swallows down the stupid fucking butterflies he gets at the gesture – he’d been on your bed before, he’d been in this position before, there was absolutely nothing to be nervous about.

And still, despite his nerves, a pleasurable chill runs down his spine when he hears the cap of the lube being clicked open, and he forces himself to exhale as he shifts and tries to get comfortable on a comforter he no longer recognized, in a room that had no trace of him in it anymore.

You look at him with a level gaze, always so calm, and he ignores the erratic beating of his heart and nods his assent for you to begin, immediately shifting his gaze to your ceiling.

Why the fuck was he so goddamn nervous?

(He tries to forget the way he instantly whimpers when he feels your finger, slick with lube, probing at his rim, tries to forget the way he gets hard in under a minute from your heavy gaze and one finger alone, and god he aches for more, aches for anything you’re willing to give him.)

“You’re taking this awfully well.” The teasing comes out unbidden, spilling past your lips before you can even think about the words – but it’s true, for someone who had claimed to not have been with anyone since you he was taking your fingers incredibly well.

“My own hands – fuck – exist..” His snarky response turns into a shaky moan halfway through when you decide to carefully – but quickly – add a third finger. There’s something erotic (and interesting) to you about that, thinking over the fact that Changkyun had been finger-fucking himself ever since you two broke up.

“You look good like this.” It’s an attempt to make up for the previous teasing but all it does is cause him to groan and throw a forearm over his eyes, legs spreading wider when you hit that spot deep inside.

“Fuck, jesus – fuck..” It’s a broken sob instead of an actual sentence (though he manages to stick with English), a familiar feeling already building deep in his gut. He’s not sure if it’s because it’s been so long since he’d been fingered by someone else or if it’s because it’s you doing it, complimenting him while doing so, or if it’s a combination of everything, but his back arches against his will and he knows he is seconds away from coming undone already.

“Stop – stop, oh my god –“ At his desperate plea you stop moving completely and he wants to sob as the pleasurable feeling slowly ebbs away, an almost painful drag as it settles back into a dull burn. He’s gasping, tiny whimpering sounds as he sucks breath back into his lungs, chest heaving – his eyes are wide, fingers curling into your comforter. He looks frantic, frightened almost, and even if it wasn’t your responsibility you knew you’d be desperate to fix it.

“Changkyun, ar –“

“I’m fine.” He bites it out angrily, doing his absolute best to look like he had been anything but moments away from an orgasm five minutes into.. whatever this was. He’s shutting you out again, before anything even begins, and it fills you with such an irrational anger that you have to suck in a breath of your own to keep from lashing out, taking gentle care to extract your fingers even as your blood boils.

“Stop fucking lying to me.” You can’t keep the ice from your words, even if you manage to control the volume and pitch – his dark eyes snap from the ceiling to you in surprise. There’s a panicked feeling bubbling up in his chest, because he really doesn’t know if he can handle you calling him on his true feelings for you right now, doesn’t want to have to admit he still loves you while he’s naked and so vulnerable.

“I’m not –“

“Stop it.” His mouth shuts with an audible click of his teeth, so sudden is your cut-in. Your brow has smoothed out, no longer angry, instead immensely sad, and he’s not sure this is any better. “You said you wanted to do this because you didn’t have to worry about my opinion. So why are you still doing it?”

He can’t breathe, and the lube is drying sticky on your fingers, and for a moment neither of you are aware of the position you’re in, the way the thunder has become your constant background music – he’s looking at you unblinkingly and you’re staring back, and it’s too intimate, too much, but neither of you look away.

“Please stop.” He speaks and it’s barely a whisper, the sound of someone’s heart breaking louder than his voice. You don’t know what to say but open your mouth anyway.

Lightning flickers outside your bedroom window and then your apartment is shaking from the resounding thunder, the power flickering and then plunging the two of you into darkness. Suddenly you can breathe again, and you’re quickly trying to slide out from in between his legs because he said ‘stop’ and he was fully coherent even if he hadn’t said ‘red’, because he said ‘stop’ and you have only ever wanted him comfortable.

“Wait –“ He is frantic, grabs your forearm with frigid fingers as he leans half off your bed to catch you from retreating too far. It’s hard to see him but you get flashes from the light outside your window, electricity reflecting off his dark eyes in starbursts.

“You said to stop.” Your voice is broken and you feel so powerless, sick inside because while you rarely manage to ruin a scene it still tears you up inside each time, and Changkyun wouldn’t let you try to fix it with aftercare and you don’t know what to do anymore.

“I meant –“ Stop talking, stop laying me bare and open, just fuck me and make me forget everything, stop being you so I can stop loving you. “I just want to be ruined.” He says instead, and his voice is so low but so weak that you barely recognize it.

“I can’t do that if you don’t let me.” Your clean fingers curl around his and gently pry them from your arm – but then you keep holding them, and you want to let go but you can’t remember how to tell your body to do so. “Will you let me, Changkyun?”

The air is still and silent aside from the rain slashing angrily at your windows – there is no thunder, your own heartbeat loud enough (or maybe it was his, you didn’t know anymore).

“I want to.” He answers instead, voice quiet but a bit stronger than before, and your eyes have adjusted so you can see the features of his face vaguely now, follow the line of his brow to his cheek to his lips, and you’re leaning in and you hate yourself because you had promised this was the one thing you wouldn’t do.

“Let me wreck you then, baby.” And oh that nickname was a mistake but you’d said it anyway, a ghost of a whisper against his lips, a proposition and a plea all in one. He moves forward the last centimeter and connects your lips as an answer, a sound that is almost one of pure relief being ripped from his throat.

It’s like he’s been waiting years for this moment, doesn’t even fight as you grip his jaw lightly and angle him into a better position so you can scope out the inside of his mouth with your tongue, relearning things you had known long ago but had thought were forgotten.

There’s a flighty feeling in his chest, one of nervousness and expectation – he doesn’t want to give you control so easily, he doesn’t want to be opened and laid bare in front of you, he doesn’t want you to see something you dislike in him – but more than anything he wants you to touch him and keep kissing him and god he fucking misses you, has missed this. He’d asked you to ruin him, you’d asked to wreck him, but he knew he was already both ruined and wrecked just from being near you again, from having your lips on his own.

You try to slide your hands back down his body but he stops you, continues to kiss you as his fingers curl around your own, and the act is so intimate it almost feels wrong.

“Just – hurry up, I’m ready enough.” He manages to say scattered between four different kisses, never apart from your lips for more than a few seconds. You hate yourself for not even trying to stop him, leaning into them each time.

“You can stretch yourself some more while I get ready.” You have to pull away from him completely to say this, and he follows you like you’ve got some magnetic pull on him before you’re off of the bed and the connection is broken.

Even with your eyes adjusted it’s hard to properly get the harness on, fingers fumbling with the straps but managing in the end. You can hear him breathing harsh, anticipating – you can tell from the sounds alone that he hadn’t taken your advice, but you’re not surprised. Always your little pain slut, even if he had never wanted to admit it.

When you approach him again his eyes are wide, brow furrowing as he notices you’re still fully clothed – he keeps his mouth shut tight though, gaze darting in the dark. The storm still rages on outside but neither of you even notice it anymore.

Your fingers on the inside of his thigh startle him – he jumps, trying to close his legs, but you force them back open again. Something about that simple action makes a moan trickle into his throat, but he swallows it back down stubbornly.

He can’t conceal the next sound he makes when you press the blunt tip of the strap-on to his opening, though, a rasping whine as you push in slowly, so fucking slowly. Even with all the lube he knew you’d slathered over the toy it still takes a bit of work to get it into him, and every slight stretch makes him grit his teeth in a masochistic type of pleasure, feeling so full by the end that it makes him so painfully hard his head spins. It hadn’t taken long to get him worked back up, but he’s not really thinking about that right now.

All he knows is that he wants to be close to you, wants to feel good, wants to make you happy – he wants so much that he doesn’t think he can even begin to put any of it into words. It always ends up at ‘I love you’ and he already knew that was a phrase that lodged in his throat like knives.

“Please.” This he can say – you don’t know what he’s begging for but he’s begging all the same, the word ‘please’ becoming a chant that slowly shifts back into his native tongue when teeth mark his throat, fingertips pressing insistently into his hips as you fuck him hard and rough. He hopes, distantly, that it bruises. He wants to be able to remember this for as long as possible.

If he was present enough in the moment he might have been embarrassed by the sounds he was making – his naturally deep voice has transformed completely into high breathy whines, all trace of his ‘savage rapper’ persona gone when you bite his lip hard enough it throbs before you’re flipping him, pushing his shoulders down into the bed with one hand.

The feeling of your palm, small but blindingly warm on his back, makes him weak enough that his thoughts stutter, head a chaotic mess of fractured thoughts and sensations. His eyes are open but unfocused – it’s dark in the room anyway, but he’s unaware of it, cognizant only of your presence and his, that warm fuzzy feeling in his chest competing with the white-hot fire you were stoking lower in his pelvis.

You want to cry at how beautiful and perfect he is for you, the way he arches his back instinctively, presents himself as your own personal plaything – but he wasn’t yours, you had to remember that, remind yourself over and over that this was just sex. (If you repeated it enough it started to stop sounding like real words, and that was equally as dangerous as forgetting them in the first place.)

The head of the strap-on teases his entrance and he groans, clenching his fists into your pillow – you’d taken it out when you’d flipped him and he was fighting against every fucking urge and want and need his body was screaming at him to just take the plunge and force himself backwards. (But another part of his brain is telling him to wait, to make you happy, to draw this out as long as fucking possible because he has no idea if he’ll ever get to experience it again.)

“Can you tell me what you want?” Your voice is soft as silk, quiet, and a fluttery feeling rises up in his stomach at the sound, at how you’ve modified an order to be a request. He doesn’t know how he feels at the realization that you were taking it ‘easier’ on him verbally, that you had at some point come to understand he was having trouble letting go completely.

“I –“ He tries, he really fucking does, but like always the words get stuck in his throat. He just can’t seem to bring himself to admit what he really wants out loud and it is destroying him. One of your hands smooths down his side, lingering at his hip, and he feels like you’ve left behind a line of pure fire on his skin, almost burning away the shame and hatred he feels at himself for his fucking inability to be vulnerable, his cowardice.

“Just fuck me.” He says instead, defeat coating his words – and he can feel you hesitating, because it was obvious he’d meant to say something else and hadn’t.

He opens his mouth to say something, though he has no idea what, at the same instant you decide to slide the strap-on back into him. Whatever he’d been planning to do is gone from his mind instantly, his world reduced to just the dull burn, the frustratingly slow drag against his innermost walls, the way you manage to somehow brush up against the spot that has him trembling and dropping to his forearms. He curses in a strange mixture of Korean and English and you laugh softly at the sound, even as you slide out and thrust back into him hard enough that he jolts forward.

He feels, in a sense, like he is being broken in all the best ways – all he can focus on is you, all he can feel is the way you’re fucking him, grabbing at his hips. His breath is caught in his throat and he just knows he is going to ache later, bone-deep and satisfying.

But it’s not enough, never enough – you’re not asking to do more to him like you had in the past and he can’t manage to tell you what he desires most (though, at this point, he’s not totally sure he could say anything coherent anyway). He reaches back with one hand, groping – your fingers wrap around his and he drags them up to his hair, a wordless plea. He hopes you understand what he’s asking for.

A broken moan is ripped from his throat when you fist your hand in dark strands and pull backward, forcing him into an arch – his mind has blanked into varying shades of white, electricity on his skin and molten lava running through his veins, your heat against his back overwhelming.

You know it’s a bad idea before you do it, but you lean down and press you lips to his shoulder anyway, teeth scraping over feverish skin – the hoarse whine he gives at the feeling makes wetness pool between your legs, uncomfortable and wrong because this was just sex, this was just supposed to be for him.

The urge to mark him up is so strong it’s almost distracting – your hips falter in the bruising pace you’d set as your mind drifts, Changkyun groaning at the sudden shift in speed.

“Let me –“ He’s gasping, feels like he’s been running a fucking marathon or drowning (and oh, he has, drowning in you, in his expansive and terrifying feelings for you) but he knows your hips have to be sore by now and to be completely honest he is just downright greedy, wanting to feel you deep inside, wanting to –

He just wants so much. He reaches back to press at you gently and you let him move you instantly, trying to figure out what had bothered him – as soon as you realize he just wants a change in position you’re grabbing at his hips again, tugging him over your legs. His cock drags against the fabric of your shorts and he nearly sucks in a breath, trying to focus on lining himself up instead of the way it throbbed (or the way you were looking at him, hair splayed out on the pillow and yet so in command still).

He thinks he should feel more in control like this, on top of you, hands braced on your shoulders – but he doesn’t, not at all, and he knows instantly that he isn’t when you snap your hips up to meet his and he falls onto you, moan vibrating against the skin of your neck. He can feel your fingers in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, can feel the infuriatingly teasing way his cock is rubbing up against your fucking shirt you never took off. It’s gone untouched for so long that it’s absolutely aching by now and he thinks he might actually be able to orgasm like this – but he doesn’t want to, not yet, even with how border-line painful its become. He doesn’t want this to end, doesn’t want to have to go back to a world without you in it.

His hips stutter on top of yours when you tug on his hair again, grinding hard against the strap-on, and you lift his face high enough you can press your lips to his, all hot breath and panted moans. He tastes of honey and heartbreak and you want nothing more than to make him cum and fall apart, trembling, on top of you.

“Am I ruining you properly, baby?” Your voice is dark red and sinful, and he trembles at the sound and tries to seek out your lips again, a whine lodged in his throat when you tighten your grip on his hair and keep him in place, rolling your hips languidly up to meet his frantic movements. “Tell me.”

“Fuck..” He responds instead, deep and rough in his chest – it cracks into a high moan when you punish him with a harsh upwards thrust, fingers curling into your shoulders. Your soft laugh, amused or delighted he’s not sure, makes a feeling like electric butterflies break out across his skin. If you had let go of his hair he’d have buried his face into your neck again to hide his expression – but you haven’t, and he knows you can see everything, every part of him, every expression he makes.

He thinks he must look stupid, embarrassing – but all you see is pure beauty. His brow has furrowed and sweat drips down to his collarbones, bruised lips parted slightly, glistening from where you’d kissed him earlier. Hazy eyes try to look anywhere but your face failingly, allowing you to see the foggy galaxy residing in their darkness. You’re not sure if what you’re seeing is his pupil or iris, but you find it gorgeous all the same, intoxicating.

“I’m going to make you cum, Kyunnie.” He shakes at your dangerous words, your knife-sharp gaze. You’re aware he never responded to your last question. “You’ll fall apart up there, ruined, just like you asked to be.”

Your words wrap around him, coiling tightly like chains – he feels caught, trapped, and he wants nothing more than for you to make good on your word, even if it sends a sharp trill of fear through his stomach.

The grip on his hair lets go suddenly and he sags forward, as if your pull on him had been all that was keeping him upright. He’s left a mess of pre-cum on your shirt, flushes a dark red when you drag your fingers through it thoughtfully.

“Messy boy..” You muse, heat spreading through you when you see the way his cock jerks at those two simple words, so red and aching, so fucking beautiful and desperate.

Fuck, you wanted so badly for him to be yours.

One of his hands flies to your wrist when you finally wrap your fingers around him – more of his weight is on you now but you can’t find it in yourself to mind, not with the way he’s breathing hot and wet against your neck, the way he doesn’t stop you when you move your hand, just clings to your arm desperately like he’s not totally sure he wants to be touched yet.

A choked sound leaves his mouth, lips bitten bloody, and you turn your head so you can breathe against his ear, let him press his face further into your neck. “Such a little whore..” You murmur, and he sobs open-mouthed against your skin and thrusts weakly into your fingers and then back onto the strap-on, unsure of which feeling he wanted more of. “So beautiful. So perfect.”

A part of him feels like he’s dying, unsure if he was really okay with being so vulnerable with you – but another part of him, the larger part, feels like he is fucking soaring, like this is all he had ever wanted and more. There are flames licking at his body, coiling tighter and tighter in his stomach, and he’s not sure how much longer he can last like this.

“You can fall, Changkyun.” Your voice is in his ear, like the sound of silk sliding over skin, fingernails tracing lightly along the back of his neck. He hates the way he reacts so viscerally to it, climax surging forward at the sound, at the way your fingers slide wetly over the head of his cock pinned in between the two of you. “It’ll be okay, you can fall to pieces. I’ll catch you.”

He orgasms with a wail that makes him flush a dark red, and he would have been mortified at the sound if every nerve ending in his body wasn’t currently sparking, his muscles spasming as he tries to keep thrusting into your fist even as the lightning bolt sensations turn from overwhelming to painful. He doesn’t even realize tears have slipped from his eyes until he feels your lips kissing them away, and he is hit with such a wave of emotion that he can’t breathe all over again (and it is just pure emotion, he couldn’t identify a single one of them if he tried).

After you slowly pulled out and settle him on the blankets he watches, distractedly, as you slide the straps down over your hips, leaving it on the floor to be dealt with later. Impulsively he reaches out to catch the edge of your shorts when you try to head to the bathroom, tongue sliding over chapped lips when you turn that powerful, beautiful gaze of yours on him. One of your eyebrows has raised, appraising him as he slowly tugs you back to the bed until you’re resting on your knees next to his waist. Sweat is drying sticky on his skin and he’s trying not to feel like he’d done something wrong, reacted in some undesirable way that you’d remember and relate to him for the rest of your life - but above all that, he wants to taste you. It’s the only consistent thought running through his mind, more prevalent than the lingering unease at having bared so much of himself to you.

“Please.” Again, it’s all he can say, eyes so dark and wide, pleading – his fingertips rest lightly on your hip, over the waistband of your shorts, lips parted ever so slightly. It’s so obvious what he’s asking for, and you want to say no. You’re pretty sure you need to say no. “Babe –“

You surge forward to cut him off mid-sentence with a brutal kiss and he gasps – you didn’t want to hear that, and you can tell from the way he’s frozen that he hadn’t meant to say it, even as his body returns the kiss on pure muscle memory alone. This entire experience had been a mess, a mistake, and yet –

“Okay.” It’s more a breath against his mouth than a word, but the way he smiles at your soft agreeance makes your heart hurt. You were in so deep, had fallen so far – how foolish of you to think you had been over him. How fucking stupid you’d been.

He wastes no time, pulling your shorts and underwear down like he’d done it hundreds of times before – because he had, you note dully – fingers wrapping around your thighs. When you sink down onto his face a tension drains out of his body that neither of you had even noticed was still lingering.

All he can smell is you, all he can taste is you – you surround him and this is all he’s ever fucking wanted, to be possessed by you, to be as close to you as possible. He’s not even totally sure what he’s doing aside from the fact that he’s putting his absolute all into it – he’s just trying to taste every inch of you he can, tongue delving as deep as possible before switching to suck on your clit. There’s no rhyme or reason to his method and it has you letting out a quiet sigh that borders on a gasp. He tries to memorize the sound instantly – any sound he could get out of you was a treasure in itself, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever get to hear them again after this.

There is no particular build-up to your orgasm – it’s at first lingering briefly bone-deep and then suddenly it is upon you in streaks of lightning, hips grinding against his face but mouth stubbornly shut. You can’t let this be any more intimate than it already was. (And yet you instinctively reach down and lace your fingers with his, and his thumb smooths across the back of your hand as he continues to mouth at your cunt, drink up your fluids. You are so utterly and completely stupid, your heart in your throat.)

There is a moment you want to carve out afterwards, a small bubble in time where the two of you could just bask in the afterglow and pretend like nothing had changed from a year ago – but you can’t let yourself do that, pushing yourself up off the bed even as every fiber of you begs to remain beside him for a moment longer. His fingers remain holding yours a moment too long before dropping to your bedspread, defeated.

Your heart suddenly felt like it was three sizes too big for your body, filled to the brim with love for a man you knew you’d have no second chance with, and you clench your teeth tightly to keep it from oozing out between your teeth like bittersweet sugar.

He’s still panting when you return with a damp cloth, reaches for it as if he really expects you to make him clean himself off. You scoff and catch his hand with your own, setting it back down on the bed as you begin to clean off his face first. Whether you wanted to avoid intimacy or not there were things you simply refused to throw to the wayside just because you wanted to remain distant, and one of those was taking care of him after sex. (He’s more receptive this time than he used to be, not fighting you and claiming he was fine, letting you dote on him with a sort of hesitant and soft acceptance. It makes your heart hurt all the more, the pure ache and want almost unbearable.)

“You’re always so messy..” It’s meant to be a light comment but the two of you accidentally lock gazes when you say it, your hand stalling in its motions. He looks like he wants to say something, lips parting – your breath catches in your throat, waiting, but he ultimately just shuts his mouth, gaze darting away from you. Your breath leaves you in a small burst. “Just relax, Kyun, I’ve got you.”

It’s the typical words you say to a sub after an intense session (with an accidental affectionate nickname that you bite the inside of your cheek for), but you mean them, and you don’t want to, but you do, irrevocably. You know that if he needed it, if he asked for it, you would let him stay here for as long as he wanted. You knew that tonight you wouldn’t be asking him to leave. And for that you are so, so incredibly fucked. (You wonder if he is too, judging from the way his eyes widen at the nickname and his breath stutters – but you crush that thought instantly, don’t dare to get your hopes up.)

He’s surprised that you take the time to clean him up, bring him water and a change in clothes – they aren’t his but they’re clearly a man’s, and he wonders if they belong to Hoseok considering the size. Something deep in his chest hurts at that thought. He’s even more surprised when you pull on an oversized shirt instead of telling him to leave – he faintly realizes that he recognizes it, a soft violet that hung down to your lower thighs and always felt soft against his chest when he’d hold you – crawling into bed next to him after changing into it, though he’s automatically moving to accommodate you, perfectly content to throw the thick comforter to the floor to be dealt with in the morning.

“Is.. this okay?” Your voice is quiet, so tentative and soft and hesitant, and all he wants to do is tell you yes, this was more than okay, this was everything he had ever wanted.

“Yeah – I mean, it’s your bed, so..” He hates himself for the way he responds, swallowing hard but taking the initiative to slide his arm over your side, nose in your hair. He can feel the way you tense, but you don’t say anything against it or try to pull away. “And.. this? It’s okay too?”

“…it’s okay.” It’s a small response but he inhales deeply in relief, drinking in your scent half by accident. It’s the same smell he had missed for so long, the one he’d dream of and wake up thinking there was a chance it still lingered on his pillow, heart dropping through his ribcage when he realized it wasn’t.

Despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach you fall asleep fast, mentally drained and physically exhausted - his fingers trace the line of your shoulder, head pillowed on his own arm as he watches you sleep. There is a purely warm and happy feeling trying to spread through his body, but it doesn’t make it very far before the remembrance that you still weren’t his and he still wasn’t yours freezes it in its tracks. He feels like his heart is melting, dripping through his ribs and oozing into his stomach and making him sick.

He’s shaking your shoulder before he even knows what he’s doing, and you’re half-awake and groggy but so fucking beautiful and every single one of his nerves feels like a live wire underneath his skin, buzzing and loud and painful, and he is so scared, but he is also tired. Tired of hurting, tired of missing you, tired of the way Kihyun will be talking about you but stop awkwardly when he notices Changkyun listening, tired of the way he smiles so big his cheeks hurt when the two of you talk on the phone, tired of how he swallows down the words “love you” every time you hang up – and he’s fucking tired of being scared most of all.

“Changkyun, you better be fucking dying..” You’re angry, always angry when woken suddenly, and he just wants to kiss you.

‘I love you, I’m stupid, I was scared, I always loved you, I never fucking stopped, did you know I would dream of you? Did you know that you were the only thing on my mind? On plane rides, in the vans, backstage, all I could think about was you and my hyungs all told me I was just hurting myself and I knew that but I still hoped that somehow you and I would end up happy together.’

Like always he can’t say any of it. It sits on his tongue and he just utters a quiet ‘fuck’ instead, throat tight. Why couldn’t he fucking do this?

“..Kyun?” He’s sitting up now, and you are too, side by side – your expression is open, sleepy but worried, and he has a sudden urge to take your face in his hands and kiss your eyelids.

The scariest part of telling the truth, of laying yourself bare for someone, of letting them in, was that they could take one look and never come back. And maybe he’s not afraid of loving you – maybe he’s never been afraid of loving you, with your eyes that hold the only stars he ever wants to look at. Maybe he’s been afraid of not being loved back.

He swallows hard, reaches for every bit of confidence and courage performing has ever given him, forces himself to be brave the way the industry has taught him to be. Moonlight filters in through the window and he thinks your eyes might actually house the milky way in them somehow.

“I love you, still – always. I never stopped.”

He can’t breathe because you’re just looking at him, stunned and disbelieving, tears collecting on your lash-line but not falling, never falling, and he feels like the fucking worst for telling you now, this way, this bluntly – but he knows if he didn’t say anything he would have never said anything, and he’s not sure he could have survived that, so the words had fallen from his lips hard and heavy and desperate to be said. (And a part of him is still surprised he even managed to say them at all, rushed and frantic as they were.)

“I –“ Your brow is furrowed and your voice is thick, but when he reaches to brush your tears away you let him and his lungs start to tentatively fill themselves with oxygen again.

When you smile it is watery and weak but it is there, and he feels like sunlight has reappeared in the lining of his skin, bright and blinding and warm.

#sub!changkyun #sub!monsta x #changkyun x reader #monsta x reactions #monsta x imagines #monsta x scenarios #i don't usually do happy endings but this one just happened #i'm going straight to hell for this

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An Endless Hope (8/9)

After a horrendous blizzard falls over Gotham, Tim undergoes a sharp change in character before disappearing. Upon discovering what has become of him, Stephanie sets off on a solo journey in a magic realm to bring him home, meeting some faces who seem awfully familiar along the way.

Yes I had to split the last chapter in two it was long OTL

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“Tim, Tim, Tim… Honey, it’s me. It’s Stephanie. I’m here to take you home. Can you come home with me? Do you want to come home with me?”

She brushed her fingers over his cheeks, she pressed kisses to his forehead, she pressed forward until she was practically sitting on his lap, but Tim did nothing but stare. Cradling his cheek, she forced him to look at her when she saw his eyes were drifting back down to the floor.

Her breathing, already erratic and shallow, cut off completely. Tim’s pale blue eyes, already bordering on grey, were sapped of any colour at all. Just a thin ring of his blue iris indicated where his sclera ended. His lips and nose had turned blue, and his skin was white. Too white. He still looked beautiful, because of course he did, but in the way that an ice sculpture was beautiful. She became frightened to hold him in case he would crack. Swallowing hard, she entreated,

“I know you’re cold. And you can’t remember anything. But I can help you get warm again. I can help you leave.”

“I can leave,” he murmured. Stephanie looked down at what he was doing. “I just have to spell a word and then she said I can go.”

Stephanie nodded, trying to work with what information he gave.

“Okay. What’s the word? Maybe I can help.”

“Eternity. But... There’s a piece missing. See?”

Very quickly, as if he had done it a dozen times, he arranged the fragments into the word. It was only then that she saw how badly he was bleeding. The shards were sharp, and with every touch he sliced a bit more of his hands open on their rough edges. Stephanie cried out in horror.

“Baby, no.” She tried to move his hands away, so he would stop hurting himself, but as coldly as he had done several weeks ago, he slapped her hands away. The impact stung her frigid fingers and splattered bright red blood in a spray across the floor.

Exhausted, cold, in pain, and terrified, Stephanie burst into tears. Tim ignored her and carried on examining the pieces. Stephanie, still in his lap, fell forward, cheek knocking against his brow bone. She sobbed loudly, right hand wrapped around his neck and feeling his thick black hair. He didn’t push her away, finding her more a distraction than a nuisance, and wet tears fell off her skin and hit his own.

In the empty round room, her cries echoed. Stephanie loathed the sound. She did what she normally would do when upset with Tim in the room, she nuzzled his head, tear stained cheeks wetting his own, and curled her hand over his heart. Normally, normally, normally, Tim would scoop her up. Gentle and trembling with empathy, he refused to let her suffer alone. Now she may as well have been propped up against a brick wall.

Distantly, she heard something ping off the ice floor, high pitched and small sounding. Then stiffly, she felt Tim shift under her.

“...Steph don’t cry. Why’re you...”

Stephanie leaned back after hearing Tim’s soft whisper and saw he was looking at her, eyebrows drawn up in his worried frown. His face was wet, her tears forming streaks down from his own eyes.

Not understanding how he remembered her name, she just stared as he raised a hand to brush her cheek. She watched as he registered that his hands were running red with blood, naked panic and horror flooding his blue eyes. Blue eyes. His face grew red, flushed from the heat of his blood warming his skin. He looked to Steph for an explanation, then, impossibly, his eyes grew wider.

“Oh my God! Your hair! You chopped it? But it was so pretty! What is going –” Tim moved back, a thousand memories overwhelming him. Doing his best to orientate himself, he methodically noted where he was sat, what Stephanie was wearing, how cold it was, his blood covered hands, everything. He then looked back to Stephanie and saw the fragile hope in her expression. He recognized that look, to his partial disappointment. It was her face whenever he apologised for wronging her. She was so forgiving, that he knew every time he genuinely was contrite it would be forgiven and forgotten. Even when he failed to match up to his first apology, so long as she saw he was trying, she would readily forgive once more.

But he had been so cruel to her…

His shoulders sagged, disgusted with himself, “I’m so sorry about the flowers. I didn’t want to do that. I would never do that. I couldn’t touch yours, but I ruined mine and I’m so sorry… You wanted us to look after them. I’m sorry.” His voice warbled and broke, and he sniffed in the cold.

Stephanie wailed and threw herself into his arms. Seeing it was staining her blouse but also seeing that Steph was upset in a way he rarely saw her, he gripped her tightly, and pressed kiss after kiss to her face until she started to laugh. Good. Her laughter echoing round the hall was much better than her cries.

“Tim, you’re here, we can go home now. Please, let’s go home.”

Twisting them upwards Tim nodded, rubbing his hands on her bare legs in an attempt to warm them up. This seemed to trigger a thought in Stephanie and she gasped, separating from him just enough to tug off a pair of gloves. When she did, the impossible cold hit her harder, and she felt her muscles seize up. Crap. They really had been protecting her from the cold. They needed to leave, and fast. If her legs even worked anymore.

“My gloves! Steph you brought them all this way? Wherever this way is…”

“Here, put them on. You’re cold.”

Tim saw how sluggishly she was moving. Memories were still coming back. He couldn’t stop thinking of how horrid he had been before leaving; he’d grabbed her and pulled her and insulted her and kicked her and…

He remembered trying a kiss once he understood that magic was messing with his head in a desperate attempt to break whatever was freezing his body. He remembered the weird woman who did nothing but stare at him all day, occasionally having conversations that went in circles with no end (he just wanted to go home). He remembered Stephanie collapsing through the door at the top of the stairs, tumbling down when she couldn’t support her weight. She’d crawled over to him.

Tim knew what hypothermia looked like. She was getting close to freezing. And to say nothing of himself. Warmth may have returned, but it would not stay with just a t-shirt and jeans.

“I’m doing better than you! Your toes—”

Stephanie thrust the gloves at him.

“You have to. It has my hair in it.”

“What.”

“Magic, Tim. Please, I think you have to wear them.”

He did as he was told, and immediately gripped her feet, trying to warm her toes. It was a good thing the gloves were black, but he could feel them growing damp. He groaned, seeing all he was managing to do was cover Stephanie in rapidly cooling blood.

“The witch—”

Tim jerked backwards and Stephanie cut herself off. She watched the lightbulb ping over his head.

“Something fell,” he muttered.

“Huh?”

Tim crawled around her on the floor. “Something fell out my eye. I think it’s the last piece of her puzzle. She thought she was being clever, the last piece to my freedom being the thing that was keeping me here.”

“How did it come out?” Stephanie twisted around so she could get a better view of what Tim was looking for. Her arm gave way, and Tim caught her, propping her against his body as he slowly moved around. She shifted and held as tight as she could onto the fabric of his shirt. Already his skin was turning red from the cold, skin and hair risen in a desperate attempt to warm him up. He would start shivering soon. “Tim, we have to go.”

Maybe they could get to her car down below at the river. Or maybe the old woman would send help once they got so far from the castle. The palace was still glowing with the colours of the night sky, so at least there was no storm for now.

“We will,” Tim reassured. “I just want to play by her rules, so we don’t get caught out. But it –ow! Argh, not another cut… Found it.” Crawling behind her, he held up the tiny piece of glass for her to inspect. Blearily, she saw it was about half the size of a pea.

“That was in your eye? But there was nothing… I looked and Alfred looked and…” She trailed off, head hanging limp on her shoulders.

Tim leaned over her, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her upright, and slid the last piece of ice into place on the ground. It belonged in the junction of a ‘T’, and when he did, the word melted away, leaving nothing more than a puddle on the floor. Tim snorted, smug, then turned to Stephanie.

“Let’s go.”

Tim got to his feet, trying to give Stephanie a helping hand, but her ankles could not hold her up, and she collapsed in a heap at his feet. He curled around and under her, fully intending to cart her up and out himself.

Stephanie groaned, “Can’t… Tim… I’m too tired. I can feel my body heat getting bad. Aw man... What if I go crazy and start running around naked.”

“No paradoxical undressing, please Steph.”

“I promise.”

Tim went to pick her up. He was cold, yes, but not anywhere near the state that Steph was in. Maybe there was something special about the gloves.

“Come on, Steph, you can do it. You came this far. Keep going.” Tim lifted her arms around his shoulders, and she held on tight, crying out at the pain. “Come on, sweetheart,” he begged.

“This is your heart?”

Tim faltered, Stephanie whimpering as they slipped back to the floor. Tim held still, pressing Stephanie against his chest, trying to share his warmth with her. The witch, with her familiar features in a way he couldn’t place, had returned from wherever she had gone. Slowly in her grand gown and bare feet, she walked into his eye line. She was watching Stephanie, who still had enough presence of mind to glare back. Appearing bored, the witch looked to Tim.

“The magic in those gloves Tim only protects the wearer for a short amount of time. My home doesn’t like intruders. It works to put them down… like rabid dogs.”

“Then we’ll leave.” Tim stated. The witch’s mouth twitched in an imitation of a smile.

“I suppose you did beat the puzzle. So, you want an exchange for her? She’s very close to dying. I can stop that.”

“She’s coming with me. I beat your rigged jigsaw. Let me go home with her.”

The woman got down on her knees and caught Stephanie’s hazy gaze again. The witch was frowning, confused.

“Why did you come all this way?”

Stephanie tried to snark back but found she did not have the energy. Her skin felt damp, like she was sweating, and even the act of blinking was difficult.

Breathing shallowly, she managed to speak through a strangled throat, “He doesn’t belong to you. He belongs with me and his family. He belongs wherever he wants, and you took his choice away.”

“So?”

It took a moment for her to respond, Tim fussing over her worriedly. “I love him. Couldn’t let him go.”

“Steph...” Tim breathed. Recklessly, he pushed a kiss to her temple, and she sighed happily. Deliriously. Then she went completely limp in his arms, passed out from the cold. Tim made a noise which sounded like a dying animal and shook her violently. If she became unconscious, she would not wake up ever again.

The witch’s expression trembled.

“She’s dying,” she said simply. “And I don’t think she should.”

When she reached for Stephanie, looking like she was going to press a hand to Stephanie’s breast, Tim reacted violently. He grabbed the witch’s hand and pushed it away. He got the feeling that under normal circumstances, he would have been unable to match her strength, but something about his gloved grip made her shriek, the sound akin to shattering ice. Tim’s blood stained her white skin and she backed up to standing, pain ruining her beautiful features.

“Don’t touch her,” he threatened. It was the coldest thing he’d said to the witch in all his weeks here.

The witch looked at her burning arm, then back to Tim.

“You beat my puzzle. She came to bring you home. And yet you’re acting as if you want your heart to die? Someone has used magick to connect the two of you. If one passes the other is not long to follow. Is that what you want?” Annoyance flickered across her expression, almost like she was a disappointed mother. Finally, Tim clicked on who her features resembled. Feeling chided, he averted his gaze.

“You can stop her from freezing?”

“I can take the cold away.”

“And you swear we both can leave after?”

Her cold fingers brushed his cheek, causing him to shiver.

“I swear. I don’t want any more dead humans in my home. It grieves me too much.”

Feeling no sympathy for the woman, but knowing she was his only chance at leaving with Stephanie (alive), Tim agreed. Gritting his teeth, Tim propped Stephanie up in his arms. She blinked, momentarily regaining consciousness, only to pass out again. Kneeling in front of them, the witch pushed Stephanie’s bangs off her forehead. She admired the girl’s face. A pretty little thing. Seemingly suicidal in her devotion. Too young to be a corpse.

“I don’t understand,” she admitted. Her pale eyes investigated Tim’s blue. He did not trust her one bit. “I don’t understand humans at all. Your love for each other, why she came here, why your hearts have been intertwined by someone, how it fought against my magic, why you want to leave… I don’t understand.”

Tim glared at her, murderous. “You understand the cold, right? And I know you’re powerful, so make her warm again. Warm enough to leave here with me. You don’t have to understand us, just bring her back and let us go. Fix your mistake.”

The ‘or else’ hung in the air. The witch looked down at those gloves, knowing what would happen if he managed to wrap his hands around her neck.

The witch blinked, expression carefully controlled as ever, and placed a hand over Stephanie’s heart. The witch pressed down on Stephanie’s sternum with such a force that Tim thought her breastbone would crack, but when the witch lifted her hand, ice floated upwards in her palm. She tossed it upwards carelessly, and it begun to snow in the throne room.

Tim looked down at Stephanie, who flushed with colour once more, gasped, and twitched violently, curling up into a ball. Tim gave a wordless cry and pulled her upwards, carrying her as he got to his feet.

The witch remained on the floor, watching the two embrace. A minute passed as they spoke quietly to each other, whispering sweet nothings that the witch was not party to, then Stephanie indicated she wanted to be returned to her feet. Tim set her down slowly, reluctantly, seeing that she was still shivering from the cold.

“I don’t understand,” the witch said once more as she rose up. Stephanie, unsure of what to do, stood defensively in front of Tim. The witch shook her head, mystified, “What makes humans so sweet. None of you can survive up here with me. But I want…”

“You’re lonely, aren’t you?” Stephanie asked. She sounded sincere in her question, to Tim’s surprise.

“…Maybe.” The witch looked at the dripping floor, both in melting ice and watery blood. She looked at the pair and inclined her head.

“Leave. I will try again with another human later. One with a… less determined partner and less conflicting magic getting in the way. Not worth the pains.”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Stephanie pushed. The witch smiled coldly, finding her amusing. She made her way to the narrow stairs leading to her throne.

“Humans are so wonderfully stubborn. A shame I can’t keep such a pretty pair. A promise is a promise. Leave now. You got what you came for. Tell Anya her little lesson has been learnt. I am well and truly chided.”

“Anya?” Stephanie asked.

“Oh. Did you not get her name? I can smell that woman’s smoky hut stench anywhere. That and her weaving magic… Sending you here with so few clothes on to make me feel guilt… Interesting risk.”

Stephanie looked taken aback, but Tim had had enough. It was still cold enough to kill, magic castle or no magic castle.

“We’re leaving.”

“That’s fine,” the witch said, giving no indication on whether it truly was fine or not according to her tone. “Hurry off now, go be with the family with whom you belong.”

Taking Stephanie’s hand, Tim tugged her towards the main steps. Looking back as they ran, Stephanie watched the witch who remained still in the centre of the room. She looked very alone to Stephanie. Tim did not look back.

When they reached the front door, the hole Stephanie had managed to rip open had healed itself, but it did not make much difference, as one firm push from Tim threw the doors open, to the point where Stephanie noted that he cracked the hinges as he did so. The pair, still holding hands, ran across the bridge. Stephanie gasped with joy when she saw who was waiting for them by the holly berry bushes.

“Abie!” Stephanie cried out. Jumping from side to side was a large reindeer, carrying a number of goods on his back. “Oh, Abie! You came back and brought me my shoes! Oh, good boy!”

Tim found himself gifted a very thick coat, which he threw on with a heavenly sigh. Stephanie had her tights and boots returned, as well as her lovely thick coat and a new pair of gloves.

Tim pat the reindeer’s nose as Stephanie got dressed. “You took her all this way huh?”

“Part of the way,” she said as she hopped up onto Abie’s back. “Can you carry both of us Abie?”

He lowered his neck, almost encouraging Tim to clamber on too. He did, seating himself behind Stephanie, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You know how to get home?” He asked as they began the ascent back up the valley. Abie was not able to run with two people on his back, but the pair were warm, and the sky was clear, so they did not worry.

“No,” Stephanie confessed. “I guess we’ll just have to go back the way I came.”

“Makes sense.” Tim kissed her cheek once more. “Thank you for coming for me.”

Stephanie pressed herself back against his chest in an attempt to cuddle.

“Always.”

They did not speak much on the journey back, for the moment doing nothing more than enjoying the other’s company. Tim put his chin on Stephanie’s shoulder and watched the stars. The sun rising announced that they were close to their first resting place. Abie took them back to Anya’s little hut, who Stephanie threw herself into a tight hug with when she emerged to meet them.

“I did it! Thank you. Thank you.”

“Yes, I can see that,” she said as she rocked Stephanie from side to side. Looking upwards, Tim saw the cheeky twinkle in the woman’s dark eyes. “You must be Tim.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Tim slid of Abie a little reluctantly, but trusted Stephanie’s judgement of character. Stephanie was good, of course she was, but she would have needed help along the way. She didn’t carry the self-destructive pride that some members of the family held. If help was available to her, she would take it. She didn’t have a chip on her shoulder regarding self-sufficiency.

“Oh, ma’am. Wow. Come in. Sleep for the night and eat. You have a long journey ahead of you.”

They were given what seemed to Tim like a hole in the wall to sleep in. He did crawl in, enjoying the sweltering warmth of the cabin, but before he could totally doze off, Anya asked to see his hands. Stephanie remained sat by the oven and fire, her toes becoming warm once more. Whatever the cold was out there, it seemed as much driven by magic as actual low temperatures. Both Tim and Stephanie should have died, and yet one bowl of stew and sauna level heat later they both felt as good as new.

Well, almost.

When Tim had been given the all clear to remove his gloves, the old lady hissed at the still sore cuts which oozed.

“I can fix that and clean your gloves up,” she’d said. “There’s a place I go to do my laundry. There’s a very good soap there for all blood related issues. I’ll be gone overnight as it is a bit of a trek. Don’t leave this place no matter what. I’ll be back with the next sunrise.”

He nodded obediently, and off she went. Abie continued to snooze by the fire, but eventually Stephanie joined Tim in the little compartment. Happy to once more have his beating heart next to her, Stephanie sighed happily. Tim, on the other hand, was brooding.

“Steph?”

“Mm?”

“You… you believe me about the flowers, right? That I would never smash something like that? Because I wouldn’t. Even if we were having a really bad argument. It was awful, like I could feel myself slipping away and I got so confused and angry and… I’m sorry.”

Stephanie pressed a kiss directly over his heart. “I believe you, and it doesn’t matter. Poison Ivy has them now.” She laughed a little at his mortified face, explaining, “I didn’t know where to start looking for you. I thought Ivy might have had a lead. It was a waste of time, all she would tell me was that the storm wasn’t from our Earth and then she took the flowers and threw me out the greenhouse… It was Klarion who sent me over.”

“You know Klarion?”

“You know Klarion? I helped one time when I think his cat was in heat or something.” Stephanie smirked at the memories. “Hey, do I taste like Christmas to you?”

“What?”

“Nothing. Anyway, Klarion sent me here and gave me the means to find you.” Stephanie tapped her heart. It had settled down in its painful beatings once Tim was in her arms, though even now she was reluctant to look away for even a moment, not sure if he would disappear once more.

“What did he do?”

“I don’t know, slapped me in the chest and then it ached all the time to be without you. Pointed me in the right direction and only now is the pain gone. Like an internal compass.”

“I’ll need to thank him.”

Stephanie’s warm breathy laughter brushed his clavicle. “If we can find him, or wait for him to find us. Think that’s it for me permanently. You’re literally in my heart.”

“The witch kept saying you were mine. I wonder if it goes both ways.”

“That sounds very romantic,” she giggled. “But probably dangerous. We really should find Klarion when we get back.”

Tim rolled slightly, so Stephanie lay on her back under him. He took a long look at her, inspecting her closely.

“Your hair looks nice.”

She scoffed, “Don’t lie.”

“It does! I forget how…poofy it can be.”

“It was too long. Bruce’ll be pleased.”

Rolling his eyes, Tim kissed her rosy cheeks, “Never mind him.” They kissed, hidden in their little hidden crook, when a sudden thought came to Stephanie. Chewing her lip, she decided to take a chance. Stephanie’s hand pulled Tim’s own down under the covers, encouraging him to touch her. He blinked, trying to catch up with her wordless request, and asked, “You’re sure? Now?”

He heard her gulp nervously, but she smiled and nodded. Tim peered out of their little bed. When he looked back, she saw his reluctance.

“Bad timing?” she conceded.

“Maybe…maybe when there’s not a snoozing reindeer in the corner. I…can’t with an audience.”

The laughter that bubbled out of Stephanie made Tim relax, and she pulled him down into an embrace.

“A cuddle then. Missed these for a few weeks.”

“Me too.”

“What do you remember Tim?”

Pressed against her chest, Stephanie heard Tim sigh. She ran her fingers through his hair as he told his story. “I remember everything. Felt like being shot in the head. And then I just didn’t want anyone to touch me. Everything was loud and busy and annoying. I just wanted to go home. And everything was freezing, and I couldn’t get warm. And she was in my head, talking to me.”

“Can you hear anything now?”

His reply was a definitive and calm, “No. But I was so bored, and even though you were warm you were boring me. And I could tell that something wasn’t right. You’re a lot of things Steph, but you’re not boring.”

“Wow,” she snorted.

“I thought it was magic, so I just… after I ruined my roses, after I kicked you, I tried kissing you. But it was awful. I thought – if it was magic – all the stories say a kiss solves it all, right? But I saw your face and you were upset and I… I was apathetic. So, I left. And then it was just weeks of me sitting on the floor and her watching me. She’d ask me questions but I don’t think I answered them the way she wanted. I kept remembering things I shouldn’t have and kept trying to leave.” Distantly, absent-mindedly, he smiled. “I was remembering you; I was trying to leave to go to you. No matter how many times she’d try and freeze me up… I just wanted to go home. I kept thinking of long golden hair,” he ruffled her raggedy mop to which she giggled, “and your laugh. I couldn’t put a face or name to the images, but I remembered you.”

Stephanie blushed, and Tim continued,

“I guess it’s why I was so desperate to finish that puzzle. There was a chance I could go. I had to do it. I had to.”

“And you did.”

“Thanks to you. Your crying washed the last piece out of my eye.”

“Oh. Well, you’re welcome.”

Tim’s hand crept up, resting over her heartbeat. He could feel it thrumming away, fragile and yet so reliable.

“Whatever Klarion did when he showed you how to find me… it saved me.”

“And me. You have no idea how many times I got pulled off course. I would have been here weeks ago but…” she trailed off, then shook her head. “There was this woman and she made me get stuck with her. She was lonely and wanted a daughter. I fit the bill. It was nice…to be looked after for a while.” She looked down and tightened her fist that was resting against Tim’s chest. “But not as nice as moments like this. I had a job to do. And I’m not a little kid. But I felt like I was breaking this woman’s heart to leave and… I kept thinking of my mom. Of how she’s probably thinking I’ve gone and died again. God…”

Tim said nothing at her little ramble, only brushed his hand through her hair. Stephanie huffed, blowing a piece of her fringe off her forehead cutely.

“Most everyone I’ve met helped me along the way. It was kind of weird actually. Everyone reminded me of someone back home. Felt like going through a weird cliffs notes version of my life.”

Tim nodded, “You know who the ice witch reminded me of?”

“Who?”

He looked distracted and disturbed when he replied, retreating into that place in his mind she could never reach.

“My mom,” he whispered.

Stephanie looked at him worriedly, “Really?”

“Not in personality. Mom – when she was around – was much better at being a mom then dad was at being a dad… it was all in her face. Her features. She looked like mom.” He sounded vaguely disgusted with himself and rubbed at his eyes. “It was confusing.”

Stephanie laughed again, and at Tim’s questioning look she wheezed, “This whole thing is confusing.”

“Another day in the life, huh?”

“Oh, don’t even. I know our lives are a mess, but that doesn’t make it easier. But still… I did it.” She kissed him, long and slow. Tiredness was creeping in, and their movements became lethargic. “I found you,” she whispered, a smile against Tim’s lips.

Tim kissed her again, then the pair settled down. He brushed his fingers over her features, relief and comfort flowing freely through his being. He smiled softly.

“You found me.”

#dc #timsteph #tim drake #stephanie brown #my fic tag

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queenharumiura · 4 years

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The spry and energetic: Mizumachi and Haru

Send me a ship and I will grade it: ||Still accepting||

C: Not a bad ship

Mmmnnn if we put my laziness into the equation, I think this could go into D: I’m neutral to it, territory. Mainly because that means I gotta ship with myself and do all the work on my own lol. Then again... how is it any different from fanfiction writing, right? Kek.

Jokes aside, this is an interesting thought. Mizumachi and Haru are both really energetic, loyal, and impulsive people. They are both very alike in many ways. Both are very athletic, and they definitely have their odd moments as well. Mizumachi is a bit on the... uh... how to say it... dumb side. He acknowledges it too.

Haru on the other hand is from a school that is noted for having intelligent students. Still, she does a lot of dumb and questionable things. I do think that sometimes it’s partly due to her age, where young teens are prone to doing dumb stuff. They like to play and troll around. Like, some of the weird stuff Haru does... let’s face it, it’s something the kids of this generation love.

Your friend is in the hospital? Let’s cosplay as a ghost and a doctor! A shaman works too!

Mizumachi is a social butterfly who gets along with a lot of people. If memory serves me right, he gets a lot of Valentine’s day chocolates because of how popular he is. Given the way Haru is, I think she would have a good number of friends in her own school. Since she’s affiliated with the Vongola, we don’t really get to see how she is in her school.

The most we know is that she’s from a good school, and she’s a part of the gymnastics club.

I’m sure they’d both get along really well, especially as friends. The two could run around and frolick together and just get excited about stuff. Mizumachi and Haru both love to be supportive to their friends, so i’m sure they would be super supportive towards the other.

‘Look at my new costume!’ “That’s so rad! Good job!” ‘HEEEEEYYYYYY My team is making it to the semi-finals!’ “Hahi! Congratulations-desu!”

Stuff like that.

I’d have to say that Mizumachi has almost no sense of... self-preservation. I’ll never forget the fact that he went up against Agon, resulting in him having a dislocated shoulder. On top of that, in the hospital, he’s like hospital bed surfing?

BOOOIIII IF YOU DON’T CHECK YOURSELF----

Note: Agon has a ridiculously bad temper and he’s known to attack and hurt people. Mizumachi was very dumb to greet him (sorta aggressively, might I add in a sportsman way) the way he did.

I can already see Haru being very worried about him, and possibly also scolding him. She looks after Lambo and I-pin a lot, so she’s got that big sister vibe going on. She won’t care who you are and how old you are, she WILL scold you.

She also has like no self-preservation instincts either. One of the deadly twins behind her who is out for her life? Nope, no idea. What’s that? I’ll continue to read my book blissfully unaware. Slapping a future mafia boss? German Suplexing someone who is in the mafia? Heck, punching out a mafia affiliated doctor (who was perverted)???

Man... if this series didn’t have an emphasis on humor in the beginning arcs... this wouldn’t have ended well for her.

Mizumachi will likely get scolded for the dumb stuff he does. He tests the boundaries a lot, and he can be rude due to his haughtiness. He has gotten better as the series progressed though. He no longer looks down on short people (figuratively), but he’s come to respect them as fellow sportsman. You may be small, but you can pack a lot of power!

The moment he says something rude to someone, you can expect Haru to just dramatic gasp and be like, you can’t say that! They’d work better as friends, I’d say. Sure, he can be serious, but it’s usually only when he’s in the game. He’s not very serious outside of a game. Haru would have a hard time dealing with that, I think.

Especially if you think about a relationship in the long run. Haru be like: “I see him more like a younger brother that Haru has to scold. Don’t mind that he’s over 40cm taller than me.” [also older than her]

So yeah, I think they’d be good friends! They’d know how to have fun and support each other! However, in a relationship? I feel like Haru would get so tired out. OTL|||||| Perhaps he’d mature more with age and it would turn out okay. Hard to say!

#friendlyneighbourhoodscientist #meme answered #answered ask #thanks for the ask!#Neo speaks #((This is me spacing them out so I can have mercy on the mobile tumblrs))#((Also just having mercy on my fingers in general))

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Eighty-Three: Sterilized ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Shizune, Yamato ] [ SasuHina, blood ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

“Whoa -!”

“Look out!”

THWACK.

Staggering back, Sasuke feels his head spin on an axis for a moment. What...what just…? He can hear people shouting, several running over and staring at him with wide, concerned eyes.

“Here, sit down for a sec -”

“- need to get that looked at -”

“- nurse still in her office?”

Blinking blearily, Sasuke swats half-heartedly at reaching hands. “G’off me,” he slurs, irritation starting to build.

“Dude, you got nicked by a bat! You gotta get that looked at!” Naruto insists, worry clear in his blues.

“...what?”

“The guy who was up to practice batting! He lost his grip and the bat, it like -” The blond begins pantomiming. “It was like, ‘whoosh!’ And was spinning through the air, right at you! We all yelled, but you just kinda, turned and then, ‘whack!’ it totally beaned ya in the forehead! You’re lucky it didn’t hit ya more directly, huh? It mighta killed ya!”

Scoffing, Sasuke makes to retort, but flinches as someone presses cloth to his brow. “I got hit by a bat -?”

“Yeah, I just told ya! You don’t have, like...brain damage, do ya?”

That earns a scowl. “No, just - get off me!”

“We really should get that cleaned up, Sasuke,” the coach offers, brow knitted with concern. “You should head in and see if the nurse is still in the building. Best to get it sterilized and patched up before it gets infected.”

“Sasuke?!”

At the voice, he perks up. Wait, what is she doing here -?

The rest of the gathered baseball team parts, showing Hinata jogging across the pitch. “What’s going on? I heard shouting, and -?”

“He got hit by a bat!” Naruto chirps.

“W-what?!”

“It was just a graze,” the coach cuts in. “But he needs to get that split in his forehead looked at - it might need stitches.”

Hands cover her mouth. “I can take him! Our practice got cancelled, so...here, let me -”

Face going red in embarrassment - of course she’s here to see him look like an idiot! - Sasuke lets her gently haul him to his feet. “It’s really not that bad…” he insists, swaying a bit as vertigo kicks in.

“I think the n-nurse needs to decide that,” is her insistent retort. “Come on.”

Leaning on her a bit as his head pounds (as well as an organ in his chest), Sasuke begrudgingly lets her lead him back from the baseball field behind the school to the rear doors. “...really, I’m fine…”

Hinata gives him a pointed glance. “...you don’t have to act like such a t-tough guy, you know.”

His lips curl into a pout.

“Accidents happen in sports. I dunno how many times I’ve been w-whacked by a racket, or gotten a volleyball to the face. It just...happens. But you have to make sure you get it taken care of, right?”

“...yeah, I guess.”

“I really hope you don’t need stitches...maybe just a butterfly bandage or two…” Pale eyes glance to his forehead, gauze still in place.

“...does it look bad?”

“I dunno, I can’t, um...I can’t see it. But it doesn’t seem to be b-bleeding too bad now…”

Soon enough they make their way through the back door, Sasuke’s head pounding as he pinches his eyes shut. Ugh, it’s hard to concentrate with his headache…

“Oh, nurse Shizune, w-wait please! We had an injury on the baseball field!”

Pausing on her way out, the school physician does as asked, taking him back into her room and looking him over. Hands carefully pull away the gauze. “Ooh, yeah...that’s quite the split…”

“Does he need stitches…?”

“Mm...I don’t think so. Let me get it cleaned up and take a closer look.”

Looking anxious, Hinata stands beside his seat atop the cot, fidgeting her hands.

Flinching with a hiss as Shizune takes antiseptic to the wound, Sasuke tries to rein in his reaction - it might be dumb, but he doesn’t want to look pitiful in front of Hinata…

“Well, you’ve got quite the goose egg going,” the nurse reports. “Headache?”

“Yeah…”

She fetches some ibuprofen and a cup of water, letting him take it as she looks him over a bit more. “I don’t think you’re concussed, though...I think a few butterfly bandages should do you just fine, but keep an eye on it over the weekend. If it starts looking worse, head in to a doctor.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Shizune applies the bandages, then tapes some gauze over the split. “Be sure to keep it clean, and let it breathe a bit so it can heal. But carefully: you don’t want those coming off.”

Giving a flinching nod, Sasuke eases off the cot and makes to leave, Hinata beside him as he offers thanks for her help. “Well...guessing I can’t really go back to practice…” he murmurs.

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Hinata agrees. “Should we, um...should we go tell your coach?”

He glances at her at the word ‘we’. “...yeah.”

Yamato, thankfully, just gives a stern nod. “Best to get some rest and let that heal up. Don’t need you making it worse if something else conks you over the head.”

Naruto gives his friend a worried glance. “...you okay?”

“I’ll be fine. Just need a day off. See everybody Monday.” Waving, he starts to head back to pick up his stuff and go change.

...Hinata’s still following him.

“Do you have a way home?” she asks.

“I drove, yeah.”

“Do you...think you’re safe to drive?”

That earns a snort. “I’m not comatose, Hinata. Just a little banged up. I’ll be fine.”

Her cheeks flare pink. “...okay. Um…”

“...what?”

“Do you want -? Should I go with you? Just, um...just in case?”

He blinks at her. “...if you want. I’ll be right back.” Changing back into his jeans and shirt, he hauls his bag over his shoulder before reemerging. “Here, I’m parked around the corner. Do you have your bike…?”

“Well, yeah…”

“We can put it in the back. It’s my mom’s huge SUV.”

“...oh!”

Maneuvering the bike into the back, Sasuke then takes the driver’s seat, digging out his keys as Hinata sits sheepishly in the front. “...want me to drop you off first?”

“No, that’s okay. I want to be sure you get home all right.”

Blinking at the typical role reversal, Sasuke doesn’t argue, putting the car into reverse and heading out of the lot. “...so how come your practice got cancelled?”

“Oh, well...one of the water hydrants got hit by, uh - by the school lawnmower…?” She giggles into a hand. “It was spraying water all over the tennis courts! So we got to go home while they - while they fix it. It’s fine, we’ll just practice again on Monday. One missed day won’t mess us up.”

“Well, guess that makes two of us skipping out on practice,” he muses, giving a hint of a smile at her nod. “Naruto’s going to give me crap about it on Monday, I’m sure…”

“I don’t know, he looked pretty worried. I mean...it was bleeding pretty good there for a m-minute…”

He gives her a glance. “Eh, it’ll be fine. Baseball’s a risky game. Least it didn’t knock my block off.”

Hinata looks to him sharply. “It b-better not!”

“Ever gotten hit by a flying racket?”

“Well...no. I’ve been swatted, but not...not like that. It must’ve really hurt…”

“Wasn’t that bad. Just made me a little dizzy. Headache is already fading. I’ll be fine.”

Still looking unconvinced, Hinata watches as he pulls into the driveway. To his chagrin, his mother is out front watering some flowers, looking to him curiously.

“You’re home early, S- wait, what’s that on your forehead? What happened?”

“Got nicked by a bat, I’m fine,” he mutters in reply, letting her take his cheeks and look him over.

“Someone hit you?”

“Not on purpose - they let the bat slip, and -”

“Oh my gosh, hun! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he insists again. “Just got a bit of a headache and a split. Nothing serious. School nurse already looked me over.”

Mouth settled into a firm line, Mikoto retorts, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mom. I’m sure.”

Still looking a tad suspicious, it’s then she seems to take notice of their guest. “...oh! You’re the girl from the game! With the flat bike tire!”

Hinata’s cheeks dust pink. “Yes ma’am. Hinata.”

“Right, right - are you here for -?”

“She wanted to be sure I didn’t conk out behind the wheel,” Sasuke cuts in.

“Oh, how sweet! Thank you, dear!”

“It - I was glad to!”

“Do you need a ride home?”

“No ma’am, it’s not far. I’ve got my bike - no more flat!”

“Oh good, good...well, come back any time!” Mikoto enthuses, earning a groan from her son. “Thanks again for helping him!”

Fetching her bike, Sasuke mutters, “Sorry about her…”

“She’s fine - really sweet, actually,” Hinata counters with a giggle. “But...I better get home. Lots of homework to do.”

“Yeah, same...see you Monday…?”

“Mhm!” Hopping astride the seat, she waves before shoving off down the sidewalk.

He watches her go, deflating a bit as Mikoto steps up beside him. “So…?”

“So nothing,” he mumbles, turning away. “I’ve got homework to do…”

Smiling coyly to herself, she just watches him go. “...mhm…”

.oOo.

Oh man it's late so I'll be brief OTL More sportsverse! With Sasuke getting a bat to the face! Ouch! At least Hinata's there to help, right? Totally not embarrassing. But hey, at least she seemed concerned! Awkward and painful, sure...but a bonding moment is a bonding moment! But yeah, III need sleep lol - thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uzumaki naruto #shizune #yamato #blood //#best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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loofahlover · 6 years

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i randomly found this really old rp between me an @lelepandewritium so i figure...might as well post it.

[9/2/2015 5:06:58 PM] leslye gomez: WELL NO TAKE THAT OUT

[9/2/2015 5:07:02 PM] leslye gomez: SINCE ZORO WILL HAVE ANXIETY ANYWAYS WHILE HE'S ADJUSTING

[9/2/2015 5:07:07 PM] leslye gomez: no depressed Luffy

[9/2/2015 5:07:25 PM] leslye gomez: JUST THOSE THREE YES OKAY GOOD

[9/2/2015 5:07:37 PM] leslye gomez: LUFF SAVES LONG HAIRED ZORO

[9/2/2015 5:07:48 PM] leslye gomez: WHO CUTS HIS HAIR LATER.

[9/2/2015 5:07:58 PM] leslye gomez: LUFFY HELPS HIM ADJUST

[9/2/2015 5:08:09 PM] leslye gomez: AND WHEN THEY'RE OUT ONE DAY ZORO REALLY WANTS TO KISS LUFF

[9/2/2015 5:08:21 PM] leslye gomez: OKAY

[9/2/2015 5:08:23 PM] leslye gomez: YUS???

[9/2/2015 5:08:34 PM] loofahlover: YUS

[9/2/2015 5:08:55 PM] leslye gomez: OKAY YOU START HOW ARE WE EVEN GOING TO DO THIS ALRIGHT THEN

[9/2/2015 5:09:02 PM] leslye gomez: just wing it

[9/2/2015 5:10:37 PM] loofahlover: Luffy first met Zoro on a rainy day: wet, crouched behind a dumpster, and eating a dead rat.

[9/2/2015 5:11:57 PM] leslye gomez: (I'm already so thrown off omg i laughed really hard i'm a terrible person)

[9/2/2015 5:12:48 PM] loofahlover: (XD i was inspired by something i watched today)

[9/2/2015 5:13:59 PM] leslye gomez: (WELL AMRIGHT THEN YOU WATCH WEIRD THINGS OKAY here i go)

[9/2/2015 5:15:25 PM] leslye gomez: Zoro wore ragged clothes, splatters of red here and there that Luffy didn't believe to be the dead rats blood.

[9/2/2015 5:19:33 PM] loofahlover: Luffy dropped his groceries, running to help the man; which became difficult when Zoro started swinging at him with a brick.

[9/2/2015 5:22:41 PM] leslye gomez: Luffy dodged best he could, suddenly more appreciative of the fast reflexes he developed over the years.

[9/2/2015 5:24:52 PM] loofahlover: Eventually Zoro passed out from sheer hunger, and Luffy had to discreetely drag Zoro to his apartment.

[9/2/2015 5:27:45 PM] leslye gomez: Without much else to do, Luffy laid Zoro on his bed and contemplated whether or not to call the police; he'd seen this man somewhere before.

[9/2/2015 5:29:04 PM] loofahlover: But he abandoned the idea in favor of raiding the fridge for his midtime snack.

[9/2/2015 5:29:20 PM] loofahlover: (try not to get too detailed or we'll never finish XD)

[9/2/2015 5:31:22 PM] leslye gomez: (That is true okay XD)

[9/2/2015 5:33:18 PM] leslye gomez: While Luffy was off doing that, Zoro woke up and stared in confusion around him, beginning to panic since he thought he was being held captive again.

[9/2/2015 5:38:26 PM] loofahlover: -but he escaped, found an opening, bit and scratched his way out, they'd never again, weren't supposed to find him-

[9/2/2015 5:41:17 PM] leslye gomez: It was at this point that Luffy came back from getting his snack, an extra sandwich in hand, and rushed over when he saw Zoro panicking, "Heyhey! You're okay, you passed out so i brought you to my house!"

[9/2/2015 5:42:32 PM] loofahlover: "House?...I...Who are you?" Zoro demanded, shifting backward until his back hit the wall.

[9/2/2015 5:44:47 PM] leslye gomez: "Well, it's an apartment, but same thing." Luffy smiled and held out the sandwich to Zoro. "I'm Monkey D. Luffy! You seem hungry so I made you this sandwich if you want it."

[9/2/2015 5:46:12 PM] loofahlover: Zoro's nose caught a whiff of ham and sharp cheese, and suddenly the sandwich was gone and he was brushing the crumbs off his mouth.

[9/2/2015 5:49:20 PM | Edited 5:53:31 PM] leslye gomez: Luffy only smiled and plopped onto the floor, "Sooo, I'll make you another when that sandwich goes down, but uh, what were you doing eating a rat behind a dumpster?"

[9/2/2015 5:55:41 PM] loofahlover: "I was hungry." Zoro looked around, taking in the messy room, free of videocameras or locks or metal doors; was he safe now?

[9/2/2015 6:07:55 PM] leslye gomez: "Yeah but...well, alright. Do you have anyone you want to call? I have a phone you can use. Oh and, what's your name? Are you hurt? That looks like blood on your shirt." Luffy took a step closer, reaching a hand out to check if Zoro was okay.

[9/2/2015 6:10:07 PM] loofahlover: Zoro flinched at the contact but tried not to gouge the kid's eyes out because, well, he was ok, right? He hadn't done anything bad yet, and he'd even given Zoro a sandwich.

[9/2/2015 6:17:44 PM] leslye gomez: Luffy paused when Zoro flinched, being careful not to physically touch the man as he lifted Zoro's shirt up and examined all the cuts and scrapes on the mans chest, eyes widening at the large scar that crossed from his left shoulder and to his right hip.

[9/2/2015 6:20:39 PM] loofahlover: (I'm wondering if it might be easier to rp, so you wont be restricted to one sentence)

[9/2/2015 6:22:09 PM] leslye gomez: (Hmmmm do you wanna rp???)

[9/2/2015 6:23:00 PM] loofahlover: (SURE WHY NOT)

[9/2/2015 6:23:37 PM] leslye gomez: (That would take the restriction away. XD OKAY THEN SO DO WE GO HOW IT KINDA TURNED OUT??? YOU ZORO AND ME LUFFY??? Or do you wanna be Luffy)

[9/2/2015 6:27:28 PM] loofahlover: (eh, i don't really care)

[9/2/2015 6:27:52 PM] loofahlover: (and lol yeah, i removed the restriction, but this story has already exceeded my expectations XDD)

[9/2/2015 6:28:47 PM] leslye gomez: (It turned more rpish anyways XD OKAY THEN WE'LL JUST STAY HOW IT TURNED OUT. YOUR TURN ZORO. No more restrictiooon)

[9/2/2015 6:30:24 PM] loofahlover: Zoro immediately pulled his shirt down, retreating back into himself as the memories started coming back.

[9/2/2015 6:30:29 PM] loofahlover: (....its short OTL)

[9/2/2015 6:31:18 PM] leslye gomez: (LOL)

[9/2/2015 6:31:24 PM] leslye gomez: (What the)

[9/2/2015 6:31:48 PM] leslye gomez: (Okay sure it was supposed to be a normal LOL but ok)

[9/2/2015 6:36:27 PM] loofahlover: (well i didn't wanna talking about flashbacks again because i just did)

[9/2/2015 6:38:37 PM] leslye gomez: Luffy jerked back from Zoro, apologizing and hovering his hands over Zoro's shoulders. "Um, I think you should shower. You have some scratches there that can get infected and plus a shower might help you feel better. I have some clothes that will kinda fit you."

[9/2/2015 6:39:28 PM] leslye gomez: (Nyeh Zoro will probably have a lot of flashbacks. PTSD too perhaps?)

[9/2/2015 6:41:12 PM] leslye gomez: (With the whole flashbacks, anxiety and nightmares that he'll probably have)

[9/2/2015 6:43:20 PM] loofahlover: Zoro nodded. A shower sounded good, sounded...god, when was the last time he'd showered? Been around water that didn't make him gag? He turned to the kid. Stared him up and down. He didn't want to insult some who saved him, especially when, to be honest, he wasn't in any shape to fight back. But it was pretty obvious. The kid's clothes would never fit him.

[9/2/2015 6:49:10 PM] leslye gomez: Luffy blinked down at the man's obvious skepticism, grinning and letting out a laugh. "Not my clothes! I have...bigger shirts. It should fit you, no worries. Besides, I have sweats that stretch and if your ankles show, well, it's not a big deal right?"

[9/2/2015 6:54:34 PM] loofahlover: Zoro shrugged. He wasn't really in a situation to be picky about his clothes. So that's how he found himself shoved into a cramped bathroom, with the showerhead spraying up to his neck. But it was neck-high heaven. He scrubbed the grime away with his fingers, like ridding himself of the person he used to be and watching it flush down the drain. He reached for a bottle of shampoo, since Luffy had allowed it. His lips twitched the bright label that said: Berrylicious scent. Just like a kid.

[9/2/2015 6:54:43 PM] loofahlover: twitched at*

[9/2/2015 7:03:15 PM] leslye gomez: As soon as Luffy had shoved Zoro into the shower, he darted over to his computer and looked up exactly how to treat the minor wounds Zoro had on his chest. He had a first aid kit, but, he had no idea how to use it. As soon as he was done reading through instructions, he went ahead and pulled out a pot of soup that was shoved into his fridge, smiling at the memory of Sanji stopping by to cook it for him last night. With only mild frustration, Luffy got it heating up on the stove. There! He could eat this with Zoro after he treated him.

[9/2/2015 7:07:52 PM] loofahlover: (omg we're writing too many details again)

[9/2/2015 7:07:59 PM] loofahlover: (sorry I'm gonna speed things up a bit)

[9/2/2015 7:08:38 PM] leslye gomez: (shit yeah okay XD OR WE COULD LET THIS GO ON FOR A FULL WEEK AHAHAHA nah okay)

[9/2/2015 7:08:46 PM] loofahlover: (....THAT TOO)

[9/2/2015 7:08:50 PM] loofahlover: (LES DO IT)

[9/2/2015 7:09:01 PM] loofahlover: (oh you were joking. ok)

[9/2/2015 7:11:09 PM] leslye gomez: (na lets do it)

[9/2/2015 7:11:19 PM] leslye gomez: (sounds fun)

[9/2/2015 7:11:27 PM] leslye gomez: (I've gone a lot longer bruh XD)

[9/2/2015 7:13:54 PM] loofahlover: omg

[9/2/2015 7:13:59 PM] loofahlover: ALRIGHT LETS GO THEN

[9/2/2015 7:14:45 PM] leslye gomez: YUS

[9/2/2015 7:16:32 PM] loofahlover: zoro opened the bathroom door, embarrassed. the shirt was fine, as luffy had said, but the pants only went to above his ankles and were kinda riding up. he followed the scent of chicken and spices back into the kitchen, and his stomach gave another gurgle. and he'd thought the sandwich would be enough.

[9/2/2015 7:16:50 PM] leslye gomez: (LITERALLY THOUGH I HAVE GONE LIKE...THE LONGEST I'VER EVER SPENT RPING A THING IS MAYBE 5 MONTHS)

[9/2/2015 7:18:08 PM] loofahlover: (HOW)

[9/2/2015 7:18:24 PM] loofahlover: (DIDNT YOUGET TIRED OF IT)

[9/2/2015 7:18:35 PM] leslye gomez: (NO IT WAS GREAT)

[9/2/2015 7:24:59 PM] leslye gomez: Luffy turned when he heard Zoro's footsteps, smiling. "Hey! Okay so I had this soup in my fridge and we can eat that once it's hot. Right now I kinda wanna treat all those scrapes you have on your chest. And uh, well, I've never actually done it before but I have a first aid kit and I looked up how to do it." Luffy pointed him over to the couch in the living room where there was a first aid kit already set up. "Will you let me do it? Or I guess you could do it yourself if you want. Unless you'd rather go to a hospital. We could go."

[9/2/2015 7:28:30 PM] loofahlover: "NO." Zoro started coughing, having been silent for so long. "No hospitals." He didn't need people to know where he was. Didn't need to be found. By the wrong people. He held out an arm with a long gash, signaling Luffy to start treating him since he was so enthusiastic about it. He doubted Luffy could botch it too badly. And if he did? Well, Zoro had survived worse.

[9/2/2015 7:38:45 PM] leslye gomez: Luffy blinked, wandering back into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water. "Here you go." Luffy let Zoro open the bottle before taking his arm and examining it. "Let's see, I have to..." he started mumbling under his breath, reaching into the first aid kit and pulling out anti-septic wipes. He stuck his tongue out as he concentrated on cleaning Zoro's array of wounds, having to get up and look at his computer more than once as he went. Everything went more or less smoothly. Until, of course, he had to wrap the wounds. They came out messy, pieces up the white bandage poking out and some areas being too loose while others were too tight. Luffy grinned at Zoro and rubbed the back of his neck. "Shishishi! Sorry, I'm not very good at this part!"

[9/2/2015 8:01:36 PM] loofahlover: "it's fine," he said, inspecting the messy bandages. he'd been watching luffy try his hardest at first aid, probably for the first time in his life. it was a little endearing. and that smile of luffy's was so warm. honestly, everything about him was. just the way he picked zoro up, basically saved him. gave unconditionally, without any suspicion or any interrogation on just where he came from. it was a little too much to accept.

[9/2/2015 8:08:00 PM] leslye gomez: Luffy nodded, shoving whatever supplies were left into his first aid kit without bothering to organize it and tossing everything else into the trash. "Okay! Well the soup should be done now so come eat--uhhh, right, I still don't know your name." Luffy looked over at Zoro expectantly. He'd like to have something to call him instead of just saying 'hey you'.

[9/2/2015 8:08:57 PM] leslye gomez: (casually sips on mah coffee)

[9/2/2015 8:09:12 PM] loofahlover: (DAMN YOU LELE)

[9/2/2015 8:09:23 PM] leslye gomez: (AHAHAHA)

[9/2/2015 8:12:02 PM] loofahlover: Zoro opens his mouth automatically- and it frightens him. How unguarded he's become around this kid. Doesn't matter what Luffy's done, there's no way Zoro can give his name up to a stranger, not when it can be traced through the system. He's got to leave the city limits before that happens. "Gomez," he lies, silently apologizing to Luffy.

[9/2/2015 8:12:24 PM] leslye gomez: (WOW)

[9/2/2015 8:12:57 PM] loofahlover: (don't mess with mah coffee addiction)

[9/2/2015 8:13:55 PM] leslye gomez: ( GRABS ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE FROM MY COFFEE MAKER )

[9/2/2015 8:14:59 PM] loofahlover: (HOW DARE YOU)

[9/2/2015 8:21:25 PM] leslye gomez: Luffy beamed, nodding his head. "Okay Gomez! You just sit here--" He patted one of the chairs by his tiny kitchen table "--and I'll get you a bowl of soup!" He darted over towards one of his cupboards and pulled out two large bowls, filling up one with a bigger helping of veggies and chicken and placing that one in front of Zoro along with a chunk of bread he tended to eat with the soups Sanji made him. He also went ahead and pulled out a carton of orange juice from the fridge, remembering that whenever he gave blood they gave him some because it...helped replenish what he lost, or something.

[9/2/2015 8:21:42 PM] leslye gomez: ( TURNS SAID COFFEE INTO ICED COFFEE CUZ IT'S HOT )

[9/2/2015 8:22:40 PM] loofahlover: (TOO HOT)

[9/2/2015 8:22:43 PM] loofahlover: (HOT DAMN)

[9/2/2015 8:23:28 PM | Edited 8:24:28 PM] leslye gomez: (Zoro? Yes he is too hot. and I just remembered the long hair holy shit it's probably hanging over his shoulder right now)

[9/2/2015 8:26:49 PM] loofahlover: zoro nodded his thanks and took a sip of the soup. then another. then started slurping it down like his life depended on it, even though that was no longer the case. between scarfing down the soup, the bread, and the juice, he started coughing from eating too fast, but he wouldn't let that stop him. it had been so long since he'd been full, and he wanted to take advantage of that before. before luffy changed his mind. before zoro was kicked out and he had to fend for himself again.

[9/2/2015 8:35:13 PM] leslye gomez: Luffy was a bit more restrained when he ate. Just barely. He wasn't known for his manners y'know. Luffy slurped up the rest of his soup before looking up at Zoro with a smile. "There's more if you're still hungry. Though I don't think it's very good for you to each so fast or too much if you've been hungry for a long time. Sanji told me that! And you can stay here tonight or for however long you need to. I don't mind at all! S'nice having company."

and they fall in love with each other the end.

#zolu #loofah writes #loofah collab

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someobscurereference · 7 years

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hey so I just wanted to say that ur headcanons give me life. FFXV and fe14 alike! Like, it legitimately makes my day to reread them and I circle back to them constantly. Would it be too much to ask u to share some H/C headcanons for the main nohrian noble/retainer relationships? (The same ones you've done before, so Xander/laslow, Odin/niles/Leo, and Camilla/Selena/beruka?) like how they would react if one of them got hurt? Or even just sick? I'm flexible.

I’m!!! Thank u, anon!! It’s so sweet to hear you like my headcanons so much! Of course you can ask for some anytime! Thank you for reading them!! OTL

Since Xander/Laslow is the shortest, we’ll start there.

In Xander/Laslow’s final support convo, Xander straight up tells Laslow his one requirement of Laslow is that he continue to live, even if Laslow is no longer serving Xander. As opposed to Leo’s “please continue to use your title as retainer so we are connected no matter what,” Xander says, “I don’t care if you have a different name or appearance in the future, I just want you to continue to draw breath.” If Laslow were seriously life-threateningly injured, Xander would blame himself for not being stronger (the same way he blames himself for his past retainer’s deaths–he believes he was too “weak” to protect them, despite being absolutely outnumbered with little hope of winning anyway.) He certainly be torn up about it, but probably in private. It wouldn’t be good for a leader to be seen as weak in front of his soldiers. He’d probably internalize a lot of that guilt too, even if there was nothing he could have done. He’d probably overwork himself until someone told him to knock it off.

I think Xander and Laslow are really similar? Laslow would have a similar response, I think, feeling a lot of guilt because he didn’t do his job right. Laslow would also be depressed, though he’d probably be more obvious about it (even when trying to hide it. This Man For Flowers wears his heart on his sleeve and you can tell when his smiles are fake.) Laslow also dwells on how short life is a lot (in a lot of his supports), so this would probably just be another reminder at how close to losing someone he is at all times.

They’d both visit each other in recovery often, though Xander might be busier with work and less likely to get away. He’d still go at least once a day, even if he’s exhausted and about to pass out tho. Eventually one of them would probably apologize to the other for “not being strong enough” and the other would probably say “What??? Are you talking about???” because they only view themselves as too weak. Laslow might cry.

If it were a small injury for either of them, Laslow would fret and Xander would be like, “That’s life. Sometimes you get hurt.” He’d tell Laslow to rest if he were injured and but maybe do some things that were too stressful if he himself were hurt. Laslow would happily be a bit lazy if he had a sprained ankle or something, but then he’d realize how less mobile and flirty he could be and then he’d complain dramatically. Same for if he got sick. If Xander were hurt/sick, he’d force him to take a rest “for the good of the kingdom and your continued health.” In that context, Xander might slow down.

(In more romantic terms, Laslow would probably dote on Xander if he were sick, even if Xander were a little annoyed. Xander has a soft side, tho, so he might actually enjoy Laslow lingering and sitting and talking with him, just not the constant questions of if he wants anything. If Laslow were a tiny bit sick, he’d probably play it up dramatically. If he really had a fever, he might try to pretend it’s not as bad as it is, which Xander wouldn’t like.

If Xander put his hand on Laslow’s forehead and was like, “Hey, you’re really hot,” (i.e. sick) Laslow would… go red and pass out on the spot probably, which would be only further proof that Laslow is ill in Xander’s mind. Meanwhile, being taken care of and held and stuff would go straight to Laslow’s heart.)

Leo/Niles/Odin

Leo is?? I don’t want to say more selfish, because that’s not the right word?? He’s not the worrying type because he’s pretty assured of himself that Niles and Odin are the best and can accomplish anything he asks, but if he got word one of them was in the infirmary for something not insignificant, he’d probably go there to check on them and once he was sure they’d recover, he’d be like, “What happened?”

Answer: They were protecting Leo or Nohrian citizens and got hurt somehow.

Leo: “Then don’t?? Do that???” (He doesn’t really mean don’t protect people, but part of him also can’t stand the thought of either of them being super hurt and disappearing forever. He does value N/O on the same level as his family but also as a prince, he feels he has to protect his people and can’t play favorites and it’s Complicated)

Niles: “That’s literally my job and I would happily die for you at any moment.”

Leo: “okay, but actually Don’t”

Odin: “I will never pass up an opportunity to help the innocent (and also Help you), my lord”

Leo: “Okay, but actually do it Better in the future so you don’t get injured like this.”

By which he means: pick the strategy that’s going to hurt you the least and retreat if need be.

Niles and Odin would salute and agree but they all know they’re dummies who will do selfless things anyway. (Niles is a little less likely to say he would but if an absolutely helpless Nohrian citizen is in trouble or Odin/Leo were throwing themselves into danger, he’d be right behind them.) In Leo’s support with Odin, he’s straight up like “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I need both you and Niles by my side.” If anything ever happened to them, especially for his benefit, Leo would be pretty devastated. He’d probably withdraw a lot, which is how I picture pre-Niles (and eventually Odin) Leo to be like, but even worse.

Meanwhile, if Leo were hurt/sick, Odin and Niles would be on him 24/7, trying to comfort him while one-upping each other, and it’s hard to feel comfortable when you have The World’s Loudest Man on one side of you and That (Boy)Friend That Does Not Have A Limit on the other.

Odin: “MY LORD, MY OWN DARK AURA MUST HAVE INFECTED YOU WITH SOME NEFARIOUS CURSE I AM TRULY SORRY FOR MY AMAZING EVIL ENERGY WHICH HAS–”

Niles: “(Odin why don’t you say that a bit louder, I’m not sure Hoshido heard you) My lord, to help you sleep, I am going to read you this book of 1,000 Dirty Knock-Knock jokes, here I go”

Leo, desperate and crying: “please…let me rest…”

(If Niles/Odin were ever out of commission at the same time though, Leo, who values his alone time a lot, would probably become very lonely anyway)

Camilla/Selena/Beruka

If Camilla were ever hurt or sick, Selena would probably be running around the castle trying to do everything Camilla asks and then some. She’s gonna polish Camilla’s axes. She’s gonna take care of her wyvern. She’s gonna make Camilla soup! She’s gonna oversee some visiting diplomats whether she’s supposed to or not! Because Camilla is depending on her!! (And she has to be the best retainer ever!! Did you see that, Beruka???)

Beruka, standing outside the door: “I’m not a healer and none of that is my job.”

But she will stand there all night waiting for assassins who have come to take out out Camilla in her weakened state. She probably doesn’t sleep for 3 days. Selena begins force feeding her food.

Selena would force being cheerful for Camilla’s sake, though she’d also trash talk whoever caused Camilla to be hurt. Beruka wouldn’t, of course, but she’d be annoyed in her own way that she failed to protected her boss(/girlfriend, but the boss part might be more important to her.) If Camilla were sick, it might distress Beruka that “invisible enemies” could cause Camilla to fall ill like this. That’s not something Beruka can protect her from. Perhaps Camilla was poisoned? Drat. Beruka has been slacking off. She has to be more vigilant from now on. This could have been a fatal mistake.

(Selena: “hey you know it’s just a cold, right”)

Meanwhile, if Selena/Beruka were injured on the battlefield, Camilla would d e c i m a t e whoever hurt them. She’d be brutal. It would not be pretty. And then she’d take them back to the tents or their rooms or wherever to be taken care of. She would probably dote on them in persona lot the way Xander/Leo might not. Probably petting/brushing their hair and cooing over them and stuff. Beruka Would Not want that as it reminder her that she’s weak and she views it as unnecessary. She might give in once Camilla told her it’s for Camilla’s benefit as much as Beruka’s. For Selena, it’d be a bit more complex. Selena might feel weird at first, same as Beruka but also feeling bad that she “messed up” on the field and that Camilla shouldn’t dote on her, it should be the other way around (The “messed up” part wouldn’t apply if she just had a cold or something). Selena actually really likes being pampered though, so she’d probably grow to enjoy it a lot. “If Camilla says it’s okay, why shouldn’t I enjoy myself? Hell yeah”.

There would be lots of kisses. Especially from Camilla.

#my text #asks #long post #fe14 #odin/niles/leo #xanlow #camilla/beruka/selena

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graymalkyn · 7 years

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WOW DUDE, I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! You dont have to do it now or anything! Im more than happy with this resting in your inbox if requests arent open, but... How would V react to seeing Yoosung hurt? Like idk, if one of V's coworkers said something mean to the blonde boo, or someone else? And Yoosung just feels really bad. IdkaboutyoubutIreallywanttoseeanangryV I hope youre having a good time!

Aahahaha, thanks! ^^ I’m sitting here laughing because at first I was like, “What requests? *insert confused face*” So I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you, because angry!V just doesn’t happen in my headcanon. Nope. V is a ball of sunshine. I guess. Maybe. Anyway, here it is, longer than I expected OTL (It takes place during the Christmas event.)

Drawing the curtain behind him, Yoosung tiredly rested hisback against the cold concrete wall and let out a sigh. He rubbed his sweatypalms over his stomach – he hated that bubbling sensation that he sometimesgot, starvation and satiation at the same time. But it had been a long week. Itwas chilly outside, his legs were tired, and he’d barely had anything to drink,and…

A tear rolled down Yoosung’s face. He quickly wiped it offwith the back of his sleeve.

“Yoosung?” Jihyuncalled from beyond the curtain.

Yoosung swallowed hard and pinched his cheeks. Smile, smile! “I’m here!” he saidmerrily. “Merry Christmas!”

Jihyun grinned. “Merry Christmas, love. Sorry I’m late, butthe traffic is terrible. I’m glad it was Driver Kim at the wheel, otherwise we’dstill be stuck there.” He closed the distance between them and kissed him onthe forehead. “It’s so cold here! Are you on a break? Let’s go and get yousomething warm.”

Yoosung shook his head. “It’s okay, I don’t think I can eatanything right now. Oh? Ah, you’re wearing the gloves? Jihyun!” he whined. “We were supposed to exchangepresents tomorrow morning, why did you open it today? It’s so unfair, now what are we going to do…?”

“I really wanted to wear them, sorry! Just as I was leavinghome this morning I thought it would be great if I could wear them, since I’dbe working on location…” Jihyun tilted his head. “Are you mad at me now?”

Yoosung looked down. “No,” he replied jadedly. “No, it’s okay.That’s why I got them, I guess. Sorry for snapping.”

With gloved fingers, Jihyun lifted his chin and gazed intohis eyes. “Yoosung?”

A frustrated sigh escaped the young man, but he bit his lipsand looked away.

“Awww, was that a pout?” Jihyun teased him. “Are you goingto start sulking? We cannot really get all lovey-dovey right now, thefundraiser’s still got a couple more hours before it’s over.” He was about tonuzzle him, but Yoosung pulled away. Jihyun’s smile faded away. “Love?”

“It’s nothing serious.”

“Just tell me.”

“There’s nothing you can do about it. Damn, there’s nothing I can do about it,” Yoosung snapped. Hecovered his eyes, his jaw clenched tightly.

Jihyun pressed his forehead against Yoosung’s and strokedhis shoulders in a comforting way. “Do tell me. It might make you feel better.”

The VIP area was at full capacity. Considering thedemand from the year before, Yoosung had prepared a plan to make the packagemore desirable, which had resulted in the tickets being sold out in recordtime. As he was passing by the area filled with glasses with warm cider andplates with exquisite delicacies that Jaehee had supplied them with, he overheard some of the people on the firstrow.

“Even if it’s an RFA event sponsored by C&R, I’m suremost of us are here for Zen, not for Jumin Han.”

“Either of them is more than fine, and it’d be especiallygood if they came together. Too bad they’re all slated to appear at the end,together with V.”

“The photographer? Tell me about it – I’ve been dying tomeet him for a year now! That’s why I got these tickets this time.”

“I know what you mean. Even if it’s a 30-secondmeet-and-greet, it could be totally worth it. He’s so handsome!”

“Ah, but nobody’s more handsome than Zen.”

“Excuse me? Have you seen Jumin Han’s back in those tightsuits? He’s the most perfect man - he and his millions.”

“They’re all perfect. This event is a blessing, truly.” Asthe woman turned around to get another glass of cider, she bumped into Yoosung,who had finally managed to get hold of some hot chocolate. “Ow!”

“I’m terribly sorry!” Yoosung bowed politely.

“You’d better be! You could have spilled that drink on me,sheesh!” The woman angrily snatched the glass of cider and turned her back onYoosung. “Can you believe that guy? He almost ruined my coat!”

“He did? Who is he?”

“That little guy? Just an employee.”

“How plain; he’s just probably lucky to be here.”

Yoosung left the mug on the table practically untouched ashe walked away, trying not to bump into anyone else.

“I know it’s stupid to feel this way,” he said softly, “butI can’t help feeling that they’re right. I mean, next to you guys, I’m still—”

“No.”

Yoosung looked up, surprised. If Jihyun’s warm hands weren’tstill touching him, he could have sworn that there was an ice statue standingbefore him. He was once again reminded that turquoises were stones, cold andhard. But that was not what the man before him had always shown him. “Jihyun…”he called gently. “It’s okay…”

“It is not okay.” He grabbed Yoosung by the back of his headand pulled him into an embrace. “You… Why is it always so easy for you toignore your own worth? Don’t listen to those people. They don’t know you. Whywould it matter?”

“It doesn’t!” Yoosung exclaimed. “I know it doesn’t matter!But I don’t know, it’s also true—”

“Yoosung!”

“But isn’t it? Everyone loves the catering Jaehee prepared.Since she left C&R, she’s made a name for herself. Zen is fully booked forthe next couple of years. Jumin is Jumin. And you…! I can’t be objective aboutyou anymore. Seven is invisible and he’s used to it, so then it’s just me beingonly me – a personal assistant who’s still in college. It’s easy to feel likeI don’t matter.”

“Oh, Yoosung,” Jihyun sighed, rocking him gently. “There’s alot I could say about you, and I will, once we get home.” A chime let them knowit was time to proceed with the introductions of the guests. “Will you stillpoint out the ladies for me when they come to greet me?”

“No way!” Yoosung said, taking a step back and grabbing hisearpiece and iPad. “I know you always have good intentions, but I didn’t tellyou about it so that you could find a solution. This is my problem,” he said,before he walked away briskly.

“May I have your attention, please?” Jihyun smiled as hegrabbed the microphone from the stand.

“What on earth…” Yoosung muttered. He turned to Jumin, whohad just arrived. “Forgive me, but Jihyun seems to have mistaken his turn to speak—”

“I allowed it,” Jumin replied. “He was visibly upset aboutwhat those ladies said about you.”

I’m going to kill him,Yoosung thought.

“Good evening, everyone. Thank you for coming to the annual RFAall-charity fundraiser sponsored by C&R. My name is V, and I’m glad towelcome you, especially in this time of the year and in this weather. As westand in this tent, surrounded by the warmth of friends and family, we takemany things for granted: those who have no home to go back to when the day isdone, or those who need a helping hand or a friendly ear but cannot have it.How lucky are those of us who have someone like that?” The silence was brokenby a general murmur of consent. “We the people at RFA are especially lucky, forwe have someone who is all of that and more, and his name is Yoosung Kim.”

Oh no.

“Oh. I didn’t realize this could become somewhat embarrassing,” Jumin said, folding hisarms across the chest and noticing that Yoosung had hidden behind him.

“What’s this all about?” Zen wondered, standing by them.

“Someone spoke ill of Yoosung,” Jaehee murmured.

“Eeeh? Who would? Yoosung’s the best of all of us,” Sevensaid.

“When this organization lost direction and we questioned itscontinuity, it was Yoosung who inspired us to continue with its legacy. When wewent through hard times, he was there to support us in any way he could around the clock.” Jihyun made a pause.

“Oh, he’s angry,” Jumin said, frowning.

“Huh? Excuse me? How can you tell?” Zen asked.

“How can you not?” Jumin wondered.

“Because people express emotions with their bodies andvoices, and I see no anger there, you jerk!” Zen exclaimed.

“Must you resort to name-calling?” Jumin sighed. “I supposeit can’t be helped if you don’t see it.”

“Shush, you two!” Seven said, slapping them on the back.

“He’s our youngest member, and in spite of having tomaintain a scholarship to finish his PhD, he works full time, and hevolunteered to organize this event.” V gripped the microphone a little tighter,his voice slightly trembling. “He inspires us to become better just by being himself.We are the ones that have to keep up with him on a daily basis. And to me…”

“Oh God, I can’t hear this!” Yoosung said, covering hiseyes.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to cover if you don’t wantto hear,” Jumin noted.

“Jumin Han, you idiot!” Zen hissed. “Can’t you see he’s embarrassed?”

“To me, he’s the reason I’m standing here. It is because ofhis encouragement that today I can share my view of the world with you, and letme tell you: the world is a most wondrous place because people like Yoosung Kimlive in it.” He took a step forward and looked at the crowd defiantly. “Thereare many Jumin Hans, and many more like me, and yet, without someone like him,we could have no idea of the daily struggles people go through. It is peoplelike him that we need so that in the future, useless things like VIPclassifications will no longer matter. We must learn who is worth gold, and whois only gold-plated.”

“Okay, I think it’s time to stop him now before he starts offending people,” Jaehee saidalarmed, trying to get Seven to stop cackling. “Yoosung, go out there rightnow!”

“What?! No!” Yoosung cried. “After all that, I’ll never beable to show my face in public again!”

“Just… Just get him to stop talking,” Jumin said, his voicetrembling.

Zen grabbed Yoosung by the wrist and dragged him out to thestage. “Hello everyone!” he shouted, flashing a smile. The crowd startedcheering, but they soon turned to wondering the identity of the young man withthe crimson face that was being towed. Zen took the microphone from V’s hand ratherunceremoniously and handed it to Yoosung. “Introduce yourself!” he hissed.

Yoosung’s eyes opened wide and turned to Jihyun, who wassmiling charmingly. He gave Yoosung a little wink that only the two of themcould see, which made Yoosung chuckle. He looked ahead and bowed. “He-Helloeveryone… My name is Yoosung Kim.”

For a moment the crowd remained silent, but then franticclapping and cheering erupted from all corners of the tent.

As he clapped, V moved closer to Yoosung and whispered inhis ear, “Never doubt yourself.” He stepped back for a few seconds but then heseemed to remember something. “Oh, and when the meet-and-greet comes, kindlypoint out the ladies that said those things about you.”

“Like hell I will,” Yoosung hissed under his breath.

“Shall I do something more embarrassing in front of allthese people, then?” Jihyun teased.

Yoosung shuddered as he replied, “The four ladies wearingfur on the first row.”

“Thank you, love,” Jihyun grinned, gently patting him on theback and waving to the crowd.

#in conclusion: angry V makes his friends die from embarrassment #omg this is so long I'm sorry #I can't even see the mistakes but I know they're there #mystic messenger #jihyun kim #yoosung kim #RFA #asks #I'm so mad at myself for this #siiiiighs

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todokori-kun · 7 years

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Ack

that sounds horrible, getting sick is the worst ;-; get as much rest as you can! I really hope you get better soon<3

(omg the pics are GORGEOUS. Like, Wow. Once I’m done writing this message I’m probably going to go back to stare at them for like an hour and silently scream over how awesome everything looks)

Don’t worry about it, I admit that Stoki is pretty much a crack ship ^^;;

And, well, the redemption fic I mentioned helped me fall deeper into Stoki hell, but I shipped it even before that XD I think part of it is just because I think they could have a really interesting dynamic- they’re just so different, complete opposites. Steve would confuse Loki so much tbh

Also, I just think that Steve (or at least, post-CW Steve) might be one of the avengers most willing to at least try to understand Loki. Partly because Steve’s just a nice guy, and then because of his relationship with Bucky- ‘cause Steve-Bucky and Thor-Loki are really, really similar and I think Steve would realize that.

And then like I said, Steve cares a lot about other people. If Thor ever told him about everything that happened between him and Loki Steve probably wouldn’t have too much difficulty in starting to see Loki as a human(?) being instead of some one-dimensional fairy tale villain.

Lastly, I feel like Steve is just the best person to handle Loki’s issues. He may not be able to personally relate to a lot of it (Tony, Bruce, maybe Natasha would be better for that) but he can take a step back and think rationally about the situation, help convince Loki that just because the rest of the world sees him as a monster, doesn’t mean he has to be one.

Hopefully this made sense? lol)

yeah, that’s pretty much how I felt about it too. It was just so freaking frustrating OTL

(And yes that letter destoyed my feelings too)

btw, can I ask what you think about T'challa? He doesn’t seem to have that many fans yet but I think he’s really cool and possibly one of the more sensible people in the CW movie (once he stops being furious at Bucky). Also the trailer for his new movie is epic and I can’t wait to see his sister…

Hisoillu is bizarre (sadistic murdery Clown with no sense of fashion + sadistic murdery needle guy with dead fish eyes) but also makes a lot of sense at the same time? Like, Hisoka got away with joking about killing Killua in front of Illumi, so…yeah. They’ve got something special LOL

omg imagine.

‘Satisfied but when you fantasize at night it’s Illumi’s eyes’

'Helpless but look into Illumi’s eyes and the sky’s the limit’

'History has its Eyes on you but it’s actually Illumi’

Why do I want these memes to be a thing

With the new revelation about who Touka was visiting at the hospital, I’m beginning to have my doubts about how this will end…maybe they might actually both survive for now???

But I’m a bit miserable rn because if one of them has to die I’d rather keep Juuzou too but it seems much more likely for Touka to survive. She’s like the main female lead, plus she has Kaneki’s baby…

R.I.P Naki, the sweetest cinnamon roll who just wanted to see his big bro again ;-;

(Also: Wow, way to go Kaneki, you finally started acting like an actual leader (in a way)! But can I just say, what absolutely perfect timing)

WTH I had no idea Soul Eater’s art style developed that much???!!! That’s actually pretty amazing! (And yeah, I know that SE has some pretty complex characters and interesting stories in it :D it’s just still a lot lighter and has different themes from the mangas I usually enjoy ^^ I might try it out though!)

Death The Kid seems really cool! (does he really have OCD in canon, though? Like, I’ve seen a lot of Soul Eater fans talking like he does but idk if it’s actually a thing? Maybe I sound weird but it just seems insensitive to say characters like DTK and Levi have 'OCD’ and talking about it jokingly when it’s actually incredibly difficult and stressful for people who actully have OCD, so I’m not sure how to feel about those fans)

Yay! Gotta go and try to find that fight scene now…

Join me in my suffering. I loved L so much ;-;

(But hey, don’t be too sad (what’s this? Is Evans actually COMFORTING Queen Luna for once instead of rubbing salt in the wound?!)! There’s always the book Death Note: Another Note (The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases)- it’s a prequel to the Death Note manga/anime with L chasing a murderer known as Beyond Birthday (…no comment on that alias). It also shows how he met Naomi Misora which is awesome if you like Naomi (I did, and kinda screamed when Light kiled her))

Eh, I think I’m one of the few people who doesn’t mind it being set in America because what’s the point of making an American adaptation if it’s going to be set in Japan anyway? I also don’t really have a problem with 'white-washing’ for this same reason (though I am disappointed because being Japanese-American would have added an interesting layer to Light’s character; despite fighting for justice, in canon, LIght’s never actually been victimized or discriminated against. He’s a handsome, intelligent young man who appears to be cisgender and heterosexual (even if it’s never confirmed) and is Japanese, just like everyone else around him. Japanese-American Light, on the other hand, would have really experienced how the 'rotten’ world could hurt people, so his acts as Kira might have more personal emotion in them)…like, it’s possible to cast a white actor as Light without it being white-washing, and since they changed the entire setting I think it’s fine to change other things too. Just, I’m cool with anything as long as they portrayed Light’s character properly…BUT THEY DIDN’T SO

I’m really just disappointed that they botched the characters and all the themes of the original Death Note story so badly. Sure, change the setting, change the circumstances, change the plot, changehe designs, but why did you have to take Death Note’s philosophy away?

But, because I might have been a bit too mean:

I will say that the movie LOOKS really good. The visuals are great. The soundtrack seems decent too. Also, though Ryuk’s motivations/role also weren’t done very well, Ryuk’s actor did an amazing job…and while I’m not happy with how L was portrayed in this movie, I do think that the actor they cast for him could have been a good L if not for the bad writing.

Well…from what I know, Light Turner ends up in a hospital at the end of the movie with his One True Love Mia(Misa) dead, so nah. The Keikaku failed.

(which just proves that Light Turner really is nothing like Light Yagami, because Light Yagami’s keikakus never fail.

Until the end of the Death note manga/anime, that is.)

Yeah, I know about SU’s terrible fandom, so I’m not going to actively participate in writing fanfic, drawing fan art or making HCs/theories with other people…I’m just gonna watch the show with my sister and look at pretty fanart XD

Tysm tho!

(Question: Which character do you think you are? And what kind of gem do you think you’d be?)

Aww, I’m so happy my awkward rambling actually made you feel better??? Like. Come on. You have no idea how much our convos helped me with anxiety and stress, so I have to thank you for that too <333

(And seriously, Queen Luna is amazing.)

For most people, they start going to elementary at seven (in international age) as far as I know, and then go to middle school at around thirteen. Then high school at…um…sixteen? Maybe? I’ve never really gone to school here so I might not be 100% correct but it’s something like that ^^;;

I really wanna try Mystic Messenger but since my phone is an old flip phone…I like my phone but sometimes this can be inconvenient LOL

(I’m totally fine with messaging here, but are you really ok with it? 'Cause if you’re not, we can try to work something else out!)

hi im luna and i wanna die.

HNNNNNNNNGH have i ever told you how much i hate school? because i freaking hate school from the bottom of my heart i can’t feel my neck anymore from the amount of studying ive been doing that’s depressing.

anyway. heartfelt advice: do not fuck your stomach up in any way, because you will suffer if you do. take it from me, i’ve managed to develop this amazing thing called Gastritis and now i cant eat anything without getting the feeling that im gonna throw it back out which is absolutely wonderful. thankfully, i don’t throw up, but it’s freaking annoying and ive lost waay too much weight already. best part? the whole reason why i have it is apparently purely psychological, too much stress. i got it in the middle of july. HOW my mom is also being INCREDIBLY helpful by basically telling me to ‘get over it’ like i can just snap my fingers and tell myself ‘oh yeah this is only in my head’ and it’ll all pass over. cause that’s how it works. so is my sister by always laughing at me

oook moving on.

yep, school started and i am suffering. ive already gone through 4 tests and a bunch of oral quizzes. yay. thanks teachers for totally not putting horrible pressure on us from the start. i stg, one of my most common thoughts these days is ‘see, this is exactly why i have a psychosomatic sickness.’ they’re sending my to a psychologist to see if i can let everything out and maybe get some advice on how to handle things better. i will laugh my ass off if i get diagnosed with a mental disorder. that’d be absolutely hilarious (I am in no way trying to make fun of people with a mental disorder, I’m just saying I honestly wouldn’t even be surprised if they said something like Burnout Syndrome or Depression (im not even joking when I say that I’ve been sleeping pretty much all afternoon + night these days, cry way too often, feel no motivation for anything, feel worthless, no apetite and also occasional suicidal thoughts which is oh so fun (ok but in my defence, the thoughts are really rare, probably caused by the fact that I feel nauseous like 90% of the time, and I would never ever do it, mostly because some people would miss me (I hope). there are moments when I go ‘wouldn’t it be easier to disappear?’ tho))

sorry about that rant

MOVING ON TO HAPPIER THEMES (and proper writing):

Yeah, Norway was truly gorgeous ^^ I don’t think I’ve ever felt more at peace than then. I fell asleep in the car at one point while watching the scenery outside, and it was one of the best sleeps in my life, despite being in the car. I’m glad you enjoyed them ^^ If you want, I can upload random pics like that every once in a whole.

Aaah, that’s pretty good reasoning! It makes a lot more sense now, thanks for explaining!

Yeah, I kinda see why you’d ship it. Steve is a pretty understanding person and, like you said, would probably understand Loki the best ^^ Recommend me some fics and I might even start shipping it myself ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I LOVE T’CHALLA THANK YOU FOR ASKING YES. I mean, he angery™, but also freaking cool! Not to mention crazily powerful *^* I’m pretty excited for his movie, cause more badassery from him!

Wow those sound like genuine memes. Seriously why can’t i draw XD

Also HIstory has its eyes on you but it’s actually Illumi will give me nightmares.

GODAMNIT I JUST WANT JUUZOU TO BE HAPPY IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?? (apparently yes)

Yep, since I have all the volumes, I like to flip through them sometimes and I’m blown away every time by the development. I also cosplayed the main character a while ago, so it holds a high sentimental value to me. But it is a lot lighter than your usual reads, true...

Well, uh, it’s kinda hard to explain? I mean, DTK is obsessed with symmetry and will go to crazy lengths to preserve it, get mad if someone disturbs it, will jeopardise missions if he’s not sure if he left something perfectly symmetrically at home etc, but it’s not so much as a mental illness as it is a consequence of who he is (part of the Grim Reaper)? Like i said, it’s really had to explain.

Did you manage to find the fight scene?

My reaction to Death Note in general: FUCK YOU LIGHT YAGAMI. oooh, I’ll search that manga up!

Well, I’m not so much upset about the whitewashing, more about the fact that I feel like the japanese general ideology plays a big role in why light decided to start killing bad people? Idk how to explain it...

Oh, Japanese-American Kira would’ve been a really interesting thing to see!

Yay, at least you found some good things? Well, it’s nice that you managed that ^^

Damnit, so it didn’t go according to Keikaku! It’s all because they didn’t include the potato chip scene.

Uuh, i don’t exactly remember much of SU, but I guess I’m most similar to Pearl? I didn’t really sympathise with any characters that much tbh. As for gem. Uuuuuh *quickly googles gem meanings* ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA. I like Zircon because of the colour and alexandrite because it changes colour which is incredibly cool!

Your rambling always makes me feel better tbh. It gives me a looong message from a friend I appreciate incredibly much so, yeah, I always smile when I see a message from you (even though my replies are so slooooooooow)

Aaah, I see! That’s pretty interesting ^^ Quite different from our system.

Ah, shame, you would’ve liked the most recent route, there is so so so much suffering.

Yeah, I am 100% fine!! Don’t worry about it! The reason why I suggested something else is because on sites w an instant messaging system, my replies would probably be a lot quicker,

I AM IN LOVE WITH THE AESTETHICS, ESPECIALLY LIZZY, THAT IS GOALS

and the drawings are adorable ^^ Hide tho ;-;

#evans #submission

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araminthe-ispwitch · 7 years

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I love your charinina headcanons/ideas!! Do you have more by any chance? (:

Oh, thank you! @charinina snippets of my ideas. :(

(oh shit i forgot to leave some lately)

But, uh, I guess I should take this chance, huh?

Presenting: the Arranged Marriage AU

The world of Mystarcia is normal and magic-less, and the factions of gods, demons, humans, and other creatures are now just human kingdoms/races all aggressively bickering with each other, more or less. Among them, the kingdom of Anatea is by far the largest, and its young king, Charioce XVII, envisions a future where his people will no longer suffer because of corruption.

One day, the topic of marriage came up in the palace. Charioce will never admit he choked on his tea when he heard it. He pretended not to hear selected words for a while. He was still quite young, after all. There was no reason to marry already. Unfortunately, after several years pass, he could no longer ignore the suggestion, as while some of his loyal subjects were supportive of him, there was still a large number of his people who weren’t too keen on him ruling alone despite the skill he’s shown in being a monarch. It just wasn’t in his nature to be so social to others–and the people were longing for a stronger connection with the royal family. And then there was also the topic of his heir…

It was official. Anatea needed a queen, or else Charioce will never hear the end of it.

The following days were chaos. As soon as rumors of Charioce looking to court spread throughout the country, noble families everywhere sent their daughters to flock after him. It got to a point where even the other kingdoms joined in and decided to offer alliances alongside their ladies. There didn’t seem to be any problem with the searching bachelor, anyway. The king of Anatea was young, virile, clever, ambitious, and dashingly handsome. It wasn’t hard to swoon over him. Probably the only drawback was his solitary demeanor, blunt persona, and sharp tongue–but as long as they did their duty as his bride, it seemed the king wouldn’t mind.

Charioce did mind, though. He minded very much. A lot of people saw royal marriages as merely contracts–and he couldn’t blame them since that was how their ancestors did it. But he wanted more than that, at least. He wanted his future wife to be someone he could wholeheartedly trust. His mother had merely been a concubine. He didn’t want his heir suffering just like him. His queen should be…

Unfortunately, Charioce soon finds himself backed into a corner. With overwhelming offers from every seat of power in the world, he barely snaps at them to take their daughters and just leave–then suddenly, he discovers one of Anatea’s annexed territories is in trouble. Meeting with Dragona’s elderly leader, Charioce finds out that lately, they’ve been feeling pressure from neighboring territories, which are from other kingdoms since Dragona is a border country. The elderly queen asks help from Charioce to ease the situation–and that’s when Charioce asks the question:

“… Dragona has princesses, right?”

“Oh, yes. My granddaughters.”

“How old is your eldest again?”

“… 15. Your Majesty, where is this going?”

“So she’s old enough to marry…”

“Young man, answer the question.”

“… I need a fiancee so everyone will leave me alone. Can you help?”

When the news hit Anatea, everyone was in an uproar. His Majesty King Charioce XVII announced that his intended bride was none other than Crown Princess Ninarella Drango of the small country of Dragona. Most people saw it as a fairytale coming true since Dragona was currently a poor and struggling territory, but a good number also recognized it for the political move that it was–marrying someone from Dragona meant that the little country was now personally important to the crown, and other kingdoms nearby would be hard-pressed to bully it unless they want to be crushed by King Charioce’s full wrath. Either way, the princess was set to live in the palace soon, and there were rumors that the wedding was going to be next year.

Nina was under no illusions that her “engagement” was merely for politics. Not only would His Majesty not gain much from this aside from getting her as a really poor bride, but she was also too young to be his queen and too inexperienced! But for some reason, the king invited her to see Anatea, and her grandmother had practically arranged everything to sound like a great privilege to have. (“What do you MEAN the king wants me to be his bride?!?!” “It means he wants to marry you. Now go pack up.” “BUT WHY ME???”) It was a bit unfair, though. King Charioce didn’t even personally see her for this “engagement” or even for the invitation to his palace–all because he was “busy”. So he really wasn’t taking this seriously…

Her mother, after meeting the king, explained to her that he mostly offered to take Nina’s hand in marriage because he was already getting annoyed with how the world was pestering him for a wife. But he had admitted that he trusted Nina’s grandma and the whole of Dragona, and so he figured it probably wouldn’t hurt to marry someone from there. The king also admitted to the situation being an arranged marriage–but apparently, he wasn’t actually expecting Nina to fully commit to it. Nina actually has the choice to back out if she feels like it won’t work, and Charioce will honor her decision. All he was offering her was an opportunity to see more of the world–and to Nina, whose home was struggling to get by with poverty, that meant everything she ever wanted.

There was probably only one way to repay this kindness… He did invite her to see Anatea, didn’t he?

That first night, Charioce expected a lot of things from his fiancee–anger, ignoring him, even publicly renouncing their engagement–but not running away. He stared down at the poorly-disguised and obviously-fleeing figure he crashed into in the woods, wondering if perhaps he’s made a mistake in asking Dragona to give him their princess. (But also wow her hair is really pretty. He really should’ve asked for a picture of her from her grandmother. Now he feels silly that he’s never even properly seen her face before.) When Nina tried to persuade him to pretend he never saw her, he suddenly realized that she didn’t recognize him in his commoner disguise.

“Why are you running away, princess?”

“I-I’m not!”

“Then where are going?”

“… S-Somewhere out there…”

“Why? Is the king that bad?”

“What–n-n-no! I-I-It’s not like that!”

“Then why are you leaving?”

And then, under the pale light of the moon, Nina looks up at him with hardened determination in her eyes.

“Because I want to be a great queen! And I can’t do that until I’ve come to understand and learned to love all of Anatea, and improved myself to be someone worthy to be married to the king!”

Charioce retracts his thoughts. He did not make a mistake.

The next morning found the princess’ chambers empty, with only a letter addressed to the king and a long lock of cut pink hair left behind. The palace immediately panicked, sending out search parties, but Charioce only stayed in the room, reading her note.

“Well, I-I’m sure other ladies would be thrilled to be your bride, Your Maje–”

“No,” Charioce clearly voices, silencing all opposition. He remembers the strength in her words–and smiles.

“I’ll wait for my queen.”

… Goddammit, this turned into a ficlet. I guess this is back-up for when I don’t fully write this into a fic. OTL (because I’ve been planning to for a while now, believe me…)

Anyways, yeah, this is an AU where everyone is human and Bahamut didn’t exactly happen that way and Cheerios isn’t going for world domination and shit but he’s still a dork here and hahaha whooo Nina is a pRINCESS. Cheerios pretty much arranges a marriage between him and a girl he’s never met just to avoid all the rabid women after him and lol she turns out to be hella cool and–oh what is this he’s feeling? :P

I can’t guarantee when this fic will come out, but here, have fun imagining the Bahamutverse in this AU. :D

If you guys have any more questions for ChariNina, feel free to drop an ask! :3

#charinina #charnina #shingeki no bahamut #rage of bahamut #shingeki no bahamut virgin soul #rage of bahamut virgin soul #charioce xvii #nina drango #ara's writings #oh god this au is another multi-chap story uuuuuuuuuugh otl #kill me now #why do i do this to myself #but thank you anon for telling me so <3 #anonymous #ara gets asked

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ddtriohub · 7 years

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arashu for the otp thing {imma compare my answers afterwards to see what differences we have haha of course i gotta answer mine too tho pfft}

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting||Boy did I try. Hopefully these make sense OTL

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

Given the fact that Arashi likes to shop, I’d think Arashi would likely be the one to do this. Shugarl may buy a few things here and there if it makes him think of Arashi. Still, I sort of doubt that either of them would be stupid enough to spend almost all their money? If Arashi were to do that, I’m sure he knows Shugarl would scold him. Go return them. Now. Shugarl would not ever spend almost all his money on something like shopping, even if it were for someone else. That’s not happening.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

I think this can go either way to be honest. I can see that If Shugarl were to ask, Arashi would be okay with landing his lap. If the two of them were reading books on the couch and Arashi asked to borrow Shugarl’s lap, he’d allow it. I find it more likely that Shugarl would be the one sleeping in Arashi’s lap, but I don’t think that happens very often. I see the whole ‘Arashi slept on my shoulder, and I don’t want to wake him… so… if you can’t beat them join them’ situation where Shugarl just rests his head on Arashi’s and falls asleep as well.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

Shugarl doesn’t exactly like to walk around not fully clothed. Especially given the fact that he’s got two noticeable scars on his chest/stomach. I can’t help but wonder if Arashi ever walks around half-naked? I feel like he might? Like 45% positive (which isn’t really positive at all, now is it?). If Arashi does this, Shugarl would only occasionally tell him to put a shirt on. No yelling. I don’t think Arashi would yell either? My sassy mind goes: Why yell when you can just stare and forget what was on your mind.

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

DEF ARASHI TO SHUGARL. I feel like as a model you have to have a pretty good sleeping schedule. If he ever has to stay up late because of schooling, that’s inevitable but Shugarl is a workaholic, so staying up late is a constant thing for him.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

I think Arashi is more likely to burn the food than Shugarl is considering he excels in cooking/baking. It’s all a science after all.

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

LOL Totally Arashi, and Shugarl stares at it and either goes:

Hmph= I can see what you mean… Is that right? = I don’t agree fully, but it’s alright. [silence, and looks away] = Absolutely not.

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Shugarl prefers his suits and what not and really fashionable clothes just does not appeal to him like why does that have holes? Why does that look like you spilled chlorine on it? No. I don’t really see Arashi wearing Shugarl’s clothes either. Not outside anyways. I can see him just wearing Shugarl’s dress shirts around the condo? Like maybe wears them to sleep.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

Trick question, neither would spend ‘all day’ running errands. I think it sounds more accurate that they spread out their errands over the week. They’re both busy people. You can’t waste a full day. Shugarl does probably try to remind Arashi of things though. I can almost see Arashi forgetting to tell Shugarl something and then trying to speak as if he’s reminding Shugarl but this man aint having that and he goes: ‘First I’ve heard of this. You sure you didn’t forget to tell me the first time around?’ I dunno, but that’s the image I have.

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

I feel as though Arashi doesn’t know how to drive because if I recall correctly not too many people in Japan actually own a car? If you don’t, what’s the point of having a license? Shugarl knows how to drive so he’d be the one driving and Arashi could give directions. Though Shugarl is the type to have already done his research so it’s just: “I know where I’m going” and actually knows where he’s going.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

Shugarl draws and Arashi poses like the model that he is.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

This would never happen, but I mean Arashi is pretty athletic, but idk about backflipping through lasers? Shugarl is athletic as well and can certainly do backflips given the martial arts under his belt. So I guess Shugarl would be the one doing the backflips—but I honestly think it would be more like: Arashi just walking around cautiously not knowing that Shugarl already deactivated the lasers so he’s just watching Arashi struggle with a smirk on his face.

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

I mean… with Arashi’s bad habits… I can see Shugarl stopping him. The Graduate student is pretty good at pacing himself so it’s very rare when he overdoes it. If he does, Arashi will have to struggle to stop him. He only drinks like that when he’s really upset.

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

I honestly think both of them do this. Shugarl would be browsing around, find something and buy it for Arashi. Likely small accessories and the like. A lot of the times he opts for making sweets because he knows Arashi likes sweets. As for Arashi, I feel like I recall it being said that he enjoys buying things for other people? As such I feel like Arashi would enjoy buying small things here and there for Shugarl as well.

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

Nope.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

Honestly Arashi will have to be the one to scream. Shugarl Geripeta simply does not scream over a spider. He’ll bring it outside and let it go freely.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

Arashi has shown a bit of clumsy moments, and you know, sometimes you dress for fashion. You don’t think about conventional stuff. I can see Arashi dressing a lil bit too light for the weather and Shugarl giving him his jacket. I imagine that Arashi will feel bad like ‘you’ll get cold, I’m fine’. Shugarl wouldn’t take that though and tell him to wear it and then taking Arashi’s hand, just walk over to a café so they can warm up with some coffee or something for a while. If they’re like out and just sitting around on a bench, then it is the classic ‘just drape the dang thing over both of them!’ trope if Arashi puts up a fight.

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

… //Shugarl’s ready to fight Arashi’s older brother--- jk. I somehow doubt that Arashi’s older brother would be threatening Shugarl? I mean you sure can try but it won’t get you anywhere. Shugarl has no older brother (that we know of) so it’s like------ this can’t apply to Arashi.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

I mean. //stares at Arashi straight up being like ‘I’d like to court you’ in canon threads. I think we know the answer here. Shugarl is also an emotional idiot so it’ll take some time for him to admit to it.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?

I mean, Arashi would make a good Mom and Shugarl would be that strict father who will at occasion spoil the life out of his kids. Break any of the house rules and you’ll get a major scolding though.

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

I don’t see either of them doing the latter. That’s not happening. If Arashi tried that, Shugarl wouldn’t answer. If Shugarl did that, I’m sure Arashi just squints at the phone like: ‘who is this imposter’?

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

Physically, Shugarl would be more likely to protect Arashi. Crazed fans or whatever. Emotionally, Arashi would be the one that would have to protect Shugarl because certain things can set him off and I don’t think Arashi would let anyone get away with hurting Shugarl emotionally. Shugarl can fend for himself in a physical fight, so I don’t think Arashi really even stands a chance to do anything here.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

I can see Arashi making small puns every once in a while to see if he can get Shugarl to smile. Then realizes ‘duh, of course math puns!!!’ Shugarl appreciates said math puns. Just shakes his head with a small exasperated half-smile. If Arashi gets into the habit of telling many puns, Shugarl would start to tell his own.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

Shugarl, why? Shugarl does not like dogs at all. He’d NEVER bring home a puppy. I can only see Arashi bringing home a puppy if he’s doing a favor for a friend. Even so I don’t think this would happen because Nyanko would not be a happy kitty.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

The idea of Arashi giving Shugarl a piggyback ride honestly scares me. Let’s not. It will be another thing that ruins my lil image of adorable and pretty Arashi. I vote Shugarl spoiling Arashi would result in him giving the tired model a piggyback ride.

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

Overzealous cheering? Gotta be Arashi then. Shugarl doesn’t do zealous. He does Jealous, but not zealous.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

I imagine Arashi sleeps on Shugarl’s shoulder often and if he thinks of it, Shugarl would snap a picture, but only of Arashi. That doesn’t really count as a selfie then, does it? If Arashi wakes up to realize Shugarl is sleeping on him, I can so see the model that always has his phone on him to snap a picture or two… or three.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

… LOLOLOLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOOLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLShugarl wouldn’t ask for a makeover ever and Arashi likely wouldn’t ask that of Shugarl who doesn’t really know anything about fashion. Now if makeovers can just stop at clothing, I can see Shugarl allowing Arashi to try to find clothes he’d like to see him try on? Does that count? Though that’s more dress up than a makeover.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

Nope.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Shugarl is the taller of the two, so it’d be best if he did so. This way he can also ensure that Arashi doesn’t do that thing, the classic: ‘Let me angle the umbrella so you stay very dry while my shoulder gets wet’ kinda thing. He doesn’t know if Arashi would do this, but he’s not taking his chances. Instead, he’ll hold the umbrella and pull the other in close so both stay nice and dry.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

Arashi would be the one taking lots of pictures, probably asks for a few selfies here and there. I honestly think they’d either go visit Japan or the US for their first vacation because home countries ftw! I think Japan would go first, because Shugarl would be interested in visiting the country his mother was born in. Along the way, he can introduce himself to Arashi’s family. While in Japan, they can visit all kinds of touristy places, maybe even Yumenosaki.

#Knights-Queen #KnightsQueen #RTRP meme #meme answered #answered ask #thanks for the ask!#Neo speaks

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