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aller-geez · 10 months

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Get to know: Connie Anderson

Belongs to @thekinkyleopard

22 // Trans Female She/Her // Pansexual // Russian & Norwegian Snow Leopard Shifter

Full name: Constance Eve Anderson

Nickname: Connie, NiNi & Bunny

Date Of Birth: June 22nd 1998

Big Three: Cancer 🌞, Libra 🌝, Taurus ↗️

(under construction!!!!)

Physical Appearance —

Age: 22 looks 20

Eye Color: Sapphire Blue

Hair Color: White with black tips

Weight: 118lbs

Height: 5’3

Race: Russian & Norwegian

Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: she has freckles all over her cheeks and shoulders but no where else. She always has her hair chopped the same way, she also does her own hair cuts. She also always has in double nostril hoops and her Medusa piercing

Personality —

Greatest Strength: Her capacity to love

Greatest Weakness: Not willing to speak up for herself

Soft Spot: Meeko, Biz and Bugs

Mannerisms: She’s extremely quiet and often fidgets with her clothes such as her sleeve ends, skirt or shirt hems. Has a hard time making and maintaining eye contact.

Miscellaneous Trivia —

Connie was often scolded for crying or showing any form of emotion while growing up with her adoptive family. After she came out as trans, it was especially hard for her to find her voice, she never had an example of what it meant to stand up for yourself. Due to constant backlash over any time she would defend herself, especially the night she was kicked out of the house, Connie stopped speaking. She has Traumatic Mutism. Later on in her life, finds herself more comfortable speaking with select people. Meeko, her girlfriend later in life, will be the one person she completely drops her guard with.

Growing up away from her siblings, she often found herself outside a lot of the time. Fascinated by bugs! She often collected them in jars, or picked them up to get a better look at them. Connie’s favorite bug is the Lotus Mantis.

Connie is insanely good at painting, but finds a lack of passion within it. She wants to create art that inflicts emotion from herself but always finds herself numb staring at her own works.

Sneeze Content —

ALLERGIES

Connie has spring time allergies! She’s also allergic to Lavender and Jasmine. Even the lab made scents can send her into a tizzy!

How severe are they?

Pretty severe, she often tries to find anyway to stay inside during the spring unable to get anything productive done if she’s struck with a case of allergies.

Do they get sick often?

She doesn’t get sick often, a lot like her brother she has a pretty good immune system. However, she is partnered with Remi’s sister Meeko, and the apple did not fall far from that tree. So often, she will catch Meeko’s illnesses.

How bad is it usually?

When Connie is sick she’s basically a shell of a person. It’s hard to get her out of bed, or to even eat. She tries her best to just stay under the covers and fight it off with tens and tons of cold meds. She is a certified baby but with a lot less complaints.

Do they stifle?

Connie does stifle, she doesn’t like to alert others that she is coming down with something or is being tormented by her own body. She will try to hide it, but essentially isn’t very good at stifling and it usually blows through anyway.

How loud are their sneezes?

Just like her brother, she’s a very polite sneezer. Due to not having much exercise on her vocals anyway, she is very quiet when she sneezes, they’re more air than sound.

What do they sneeze into?

Connie sneezes into her hand, inner elbow or sometimes uncovered :x

How often do they sneeze?

She doesn’t sneeze very often unless she happens to be in a shopping center. Those places have an ungodly amount of lavender scented things, and it usually costs her in the end.

How many times do they sneeze in a fit?

She sneezes about 2-3 times in a fit, maybe 4. It varies in severity.

Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?

Connie has a slight build up when it comes to her allergies, however, they’re very sudden when exposed to the flowery scents.

Do they sneeze in public?

Connie does sneeze in public because she doesn’t really see the issue with it? She doesn’t like to be OBVIOUS about sneezing in public, but she will if the opportunity presents itself.

Some examples of their sneezes?

ehh’Gxxtchh’iew!!

Hh’gxtch!

hihh’KXXtsh’chhu!

Ngt’chh!

hptt’CH!

GXTtt’chh!

T’Shu~

Hih’cHiew~

H’ Kkissh ~

Eh’CHiew!

Backstory —

Connie was born, Connor Steven Anderson, later changed to Constance Eve Anderson. She doesn’t have much memory before she was taken away from her family at 3, but she remembers loving her mother and siblings very deeply. She also remembers how horribly it felt to be ripped away from them all. Placed into a very strict Asian household, she often felt very insecure and isolated. When her parents realized she was a shifter, they did everything in their power to try and stifle it. They often beat, berated and restricted her for losing control of her shift. The constant abuse being the driving force of her being able to gain control of it. Yet the problems didn’t stop there. Even after isolating herself from her culture, and trying her best to appease her new parents, it all came crashing down when Connie realized she was trans, and came out to them. They kicked her out and called her a disgrace to the family name, that they should have known better when initially adopting her. It left Connie feeling more hollow than she ever had in her life. As she started sleeping on the streets, and exchanging her body for money and substances, Connie met a very kind, elderly homeless veteran, who called himself Pops. She and Pops took care of each other, he treated her like the daughter he never got to have, and she viewed him as the father she never had as well. They bonded together, kept each other right (as right as two homeless addicted people could be) and built their shelters together. One day when Connie was out applying for work, she came back to their camp to find Pops had been mugged and murdered, all their things torn through and the man gasping with his final breaths in her arms. She couldn’t do anything but hold him and cry. After several hours she was approached by a man with bright red hair and facial tattoos, Alistar. The man took pity on her and agreed to help her back on her feet. Though he had alternative motives, he found himself a soft spot for the young shifter girl, and decided she’d suffered enough in this cruel world. Al hooked her up with a studio in downtown New York, he pays the bills for it and provides her an allowance for necessities and other things. Often Al is not with Connie, but provides for her so she can have the room to discover who she is and what she wants to do. Though she is entirely grateful for the strange man, she doesn’t exactly understand why he wants to help her. Eventually, she opens up to him about her family, and he goes on a wild goose chase to reunite them.

Reference Sheet —

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cyberneticlagomorph · 2 years

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You don't know when you went to sleep or how long you've been unconscious for, time flows differently in the Corridors, but you wake up in Peepo's coils surrounded by all manner of dust bunny and couch snake feeling extremely hungover.

You sit up a little too fast and the resulting wave of pain and nausea rips through you so hard that you freeze in place for a solid several minutes until it ebbs away and it's safe enough to move.

Memories of the frenzy back in that fake Candyland come back to you, and you feel your empty stomach spasm angrily on reflex.

It's been ages since you've felt this sick.

You never want to see or taste another piece of candy in your life.

But that's unimportant.

You came down here for a reason and something tells you that your time outside the game unharmed is very limited.

It takes some jostling to get Peepo going, with him giving you baleful looks the entire time as if to say "18 years, you don't call, you don't write and yet you expect me to get up and go like old times… just like that! You're lucky I love you."

Peepo doesn't talk, he just makes faces at you and by some miracle of understanding you can decipher entire sentences from each minute expression. The rules that govern Imaginary Friends are even more ineffable and esoteric than normal magic and you've made no attempt to understand either.

It's awhile before you find what you're looking for.

The Corridors that run beneath (well "beneath") your house specifically. They're so clotted with mucuslike strands and dried clumps of nightmare fluid that they resemble a nose with allergies. The smell of damp places and blood is overwhelming and threatens to bring up what little you have left in your stomach.

Still, you press on.

Peepo refuses to follow you in, giving you a skeptical glare that very clearly asks if you're insane and then says not to answer that because of course you are, who could be sane and Imagine ME?

The Corridors pulsate like intestines undergoing peristalsis, veins of Nightmare webbing the walls and adding an uncomfortably organic quality to the space.

It's warm here, too warm for the Corridors.

And humid, like the sour breath of a sick person.

You peer from the shadows into the light places of your house and feel your little watch-heart ache so profoundly that it stops momentarily.

Egg lays sleeping on her little toast bed on the floor of her bedroom. Someone has thrown a blanket over her, but it's much too big so it rises in soft peaks behind her before sprawling across the floor.

All her plush toys are wrapped in plastic and spell-tape to prevent the infection from spreading to them, so she's holding her rope toy close the way a normal kid might hold a teddy bear. Her nails are getting long, they'll need to be trimmed soon and someone hasn't been washing her face enough.

You can see the familiar crust around her eyes from here.

Harmless brown eye boogers like small dogs have. Egg has a medicated face wash and some drops to help with it, but they only work if they're used regularly.

You want to hold her.

Tuck your face between her ears and breathe in her baby shampoo and sour milk smell while she purrs and squirms and tries to bite your face.

She's so much bigger than when you saw her last and want with every fiber of your being for that to be due to a growth spurt and not you shrinking.

It feels like tearing your own guts out when you turn away and keep walking on.

Cereza, your wife, is asleep when you find her. Half curled in the big armchair by the kitchen hearth with two more of your children dreaming in her lap.

You try to ignore the trickle of black goo running from her left eye and down her cheek.

Your son, Ambrose, is sitting in the hearth wreathed in his usual bruise colored flames. Being a ghost type pokemon, you aren't sure he actually can sleep but he seems to enjoy pretending.

Even though you haven't made a sound this entire time, Ambrose stares directly at you from the fire and gives you an excited wave. You watch in horror as he crawls towards the shadows you're hiding in.

You stare at each other for awhile.

Ambrose lays on the ground and curls up, thumb in his mouth, thick waxy bangs melting over one bright yellow eye.

"Hi bud," you whisper, keeping your distance, you don't want him to touch you and possibly get sick, "you doing ok?"

Ambrose nods enthusiastically.

You smile, "Good good, are your moms OK? And your dads? What about Nonna?"

Wavy noncommittal hand motions.

"Sounds about right, can you do me a favor?"

Nod.

"Make sure Egg's washing her face really good, and that someone cuts her nails, ok?"

Nod nod.

"Good." You start to sink back into the shadows, Ambrose makes a little noise in his throat but doesn't move. Closing his big yellow eyes and pretending to sleep.

Right.

One more stop, then you have to go.

Something glitters in the tunnel up ahead, the desiccated corpse of a dust bunny hangs from a gooey strand, still stubbornly clutching an earring in its paws.

You recognize that earring, it belongs to your wife Jeanne.

It's as old as she is, and dreadfully important to her.

She's been looking for it for months.

…OK, two more stops AND THEN you have to leave.

You find Jeanne on her way to bed, dark circles under her eyes, one of the cats at her heels. You slide the earring into her path and hope she doesn't step on it.

She stops in her tracks, gazing at the earring in confusion before picking it up and inspecting it.

Her eyebrows knit and she drops to the floor in a crouch, looking under furniture. You clap both paws over your mouth and duck back into deeper shadows before she can find your hiding place.

She peers under the couch that you're hidden beneath, but doesn't see you.

You want her to.

You want her to find you so bad.

To take you into her arms and crush you in a hug until there is nothing left but you and her and warmth and love.

She's so close.

Beautiful gray eyes boring into the dark inches away from you.

You could reach out and touch her if you really wanted.

But you don't.

You stay still and quiet until she mutters something under her breath about Brownies and goes back to whatever it was she was doing.

You crawl away towards your last stop and ignore the fat tears rolling down your face.

Your real body is chained to a hospital bed in deep quarantine, fitted with IVs, a feeding tube and a number of beeping machines dedicated to keeping you alive with as little human intervention as possible.

Your eyes are caked shut with nightmare fluid, nose and mouth crusted over like scabs. It's even coming out of your ears.

The bruises on your skin tell a clear story about just how many times your meat suit has gotten the fine idea to try and get up on its own.

It hurts to look at, so you don't stay here long.

Making your way back to Peepo in a daze, you climb onto his back and slither off in no particular direction.

You need to find your brother.

And even though you have no idea where he could be.

Sleeping dragons are rarely ever subtle.

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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ashnikko demidevil inspired blurbs

I just took lines from ashnikkos demidevil album and made little blurbs with whatever gave me inspo :) femme reader sometimes gender neutral in some spots, everyone is 18+

Content warnings: yandere-ness, stalking, mentions of heat(but not a/b/o), dubcon, master title(?), light angst? But it’s well deserved, blood

I don’t need a man I need a puppy, allergic to you every time you touch me -

Babysitting your friend's new puppy hybrid wasn’t a task you’d originally wanted. She had gotten him fairly recently, only to jet away to an impromptu vacation, leaving you the sole caretaker of the very large hybrid.

The only problem was you were allergic to dogs. Nothing terrible, but if he stayed around you too long, you’d start to get hives. And he understood that, politely keeping his distance as he roamed around your home.

“Getou, I’m home!” You announced after a long day of work, throwing open the front door only to be assaulted by a harsh musk in the air.

“Master!” Within moments of you kicking the door closed you were pounced on by the giant puppy that had been staying with you for a while. Your back hit the door hard but that wasn’t what you were focused on.

“G-Getou! What’re you doing?!” Your face was aflame not only from embarrassment but from the strong waves of heat rolling off his body. Getou had slid to his knees on the floor and shamelessly shoved his face into the crotch of your pants, his nose bumping right at your slit through your clothes.

“Master please...help…” He whined pitifully, rutting his hips against your leg. It was almost comical, the way he was hunched over you trying desperately to get stimulation to his leaking cock dangling between his legs.

Muddling through the murky memories of what your friend had told you about Getou, it took a few minutes to remember that she had mentioned something about him possibly going into heat.

“Are you…” It only took a glance down at his sweaty body covered only in a t-shirt to affirm that he was indeed in heat. He whined again, nearly sobbing as the harsh material of your bottoms rubbed against his sensitive cock. “What do I need to do?” The question made Getou’s head fly up, and the usual smirk on his face was gone, replaced with glassy eyes and quivering lips.

“I-I know you don’t like dogs but- but could you please just touch me?” Rubbing his face against your hip, Getou looked at you again. His hair and the fur on his ears was frizzy no doubt from sweat and his lips looked like he’d been biting them.

“Scoot back, puppy.” Placing a hand on his forehead, you gently pushed him back. The heat on Getou’s face was scalding, washing over him in a bright blush. Begrudgingly letting you go, Getou sat back on his knees, shoulders hunched but still managing to take up a good amount of space.

“Please help.” Balling up the edges of his shirt, Getou tucked the fabric under his chin and presented himself to you. His skin had a pale red flush, chest heaving and abs tight from trying to contain himself. Your eyes were drawn to his cock, leaking a generous amount of precum down the thick shaft.

“Puppy.” You said the word softly, and a warmth settled between your legs at seeing him look at you from under his lashes. The intense pheromones in the air were triggering your allergies and there was only one surefire way of getting rid of them.

“Master!” Getou choked out as another gush of precum rolled down his cock and his tail thumped against the ground as he writhed a little in agony. “Hurry, please!”

“Let’s go to the bedroom, puppy, it’ll be easier to help you there.” You’d thought about taking him to the couch, but the bed would be more comfortable in the long run.

And you didn’t need to utter the phrase twice. Getou leaped from the ground, his long tail swishing excitedly as he grabbed your wrist and ran to the bedroom. Pushing you onto the bed, he stripped himself in an instant.

“I-I’ll try not to be too rough, master.” He mumbled, climbing over you just as you’d started shrugging off your jacket. Nearly crushed by his entire body weight, Getou made sure to slide his cock right against your clothed cunt, rutting hard against you as soon as he could. “Unless you want it like that.”

I don’t need a man I need a rabbit, I need a new toy just to cleanse my palate -

Get a bunny hybrid, they said. It’ll be fun, they insisted. Bunnies are so cute and nice, they repeated over and over. Well yours surely wasn’t.

“Gojo! Get over here!” You were at your boiling point. All day Gojo had been causing mischief, leaving food out, popping out from behind corners and furniture and scaring you, pulling on your hair and clothes, asking never ending questions.

“Yes?” The lanky bunny hybrid with long white ears waltzed into the kitchen, not wearing his trademark dark glasses and leaving his bright blue eyes on display.

“What the fuck is this?” Glaring harshly at him, you pointed to the floury mess smeared on the kitchen counters and wall. It looked like he’d attempted to make some kind of dough but had given up halfway.

“Wasn’t me.” Gojo shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Then who could it be, because it wasn’t me and we’re the only ones here.” Crossing your arms tightly over your chest, you glowered at his careless expression and slouched body. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here presented with the mess he’d undoubtedly made.

“Dunno.” He shrugged again, scratching behind his ear and avoiding eye contact with you.

“Gojo, clean it up.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you took a deep breath.

“I didn’t do it!” Stamping his feet, Gojo shook his head and his ears flopped side to side.

“I’m not playing these games anymore! Just do what I ask for once!” It was a constant back and forth with the two of you, and while you had plenty of sweet moments to outweigh the bad, sometimes it wasn’t enough.

“(Y/N), c’mon!” Gojo whined and threw his head back. Staring at each other for a few minutes, your blood pressure only rose the longer he remained immobile.

“One.” You drew the word out, and Gojo’s head snapped to attention. Waiting a breath, he didn’t move any further.

“Two.” Saying it even slower this time, you could just barely see the twitch of his little puffball tail.

“Th-”

“Alright, I’ll clean it up!” Shooting over to the counter, Gojo huffed and puffed. “Even though it totally wasn’t me.”

“Whatever, the kitchen better be sparkling before I go to sleep.” Leaving the mess behind, you avoided Gojo for the rest of the day and didn’t see him as you got ready for bed. Checking the kitchen one last time, it was indeed back in pristine condition.

Going to sleep without saying goodnight to the pouty bunny you’d seen sulking in his room, you went to sleep alone. More often than not Gojo would sleep in bed with you, but whenever the two of you were snippy with each other he would sleep alone.

A hot, wet tongue between your legs roused you from sleep. You were absolutely sweating beneath the blankets that were drawn up to your chin and there was a Gojo sized lump underneath them.

“G-gojo…” Breathing deeply to try and push the sleepy fog from your mind, his name ended in a high whine as his tongue flicked against your clit. Wrapping his lips around it, Gojo sucked on the bud, keeping your legs spread out across his shoulders.

He got you to cum fairly quickly, having aroused you enough in sleep that when you awoke you were already on the brink. Squeezing his head between your thighs as you came on his tongue, you shuddered at the deep groan he let out.

“Ya know (Y/N),” He started, voice muffled by the blankets before he threw them off and sat up, “I’ve been thinkin’.” Settling between your legs, Gojo kept your ankles on his shoulders as he leaned over.

“Ab-about what?” Your mind was dizzy with pleasure, eyes only just able to focus on Gojo’s face above you. Even though this was the first time you two were doing something like this it still felt natural. Something you’d have to talk about in the morning, but natural nonetheless.

“You’re always so fucking snippy all the time-”

“Hey!”

“I wasn’t finished! You’re snippy all the time and you always get on my back for the stupidest shit.” He giggled at the glare you gave him, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. “But I’ve found the perfect solution to that!”

There wasn’t a chance to question him on what he meant. Gojo lined up his cock and pushed into your cunt, easily sliding in and bottoming out in one go. You hadn’t gotten a chance to look at it properly, but you knew it was easily the biggest you’d ever had.

“This is your solution?” You half panted, wrapping your arms around Gojo’s shoulders and whimpering as the tip of his cock hit your cervix.

“Yeah.” He was breathless as well, biting his lip as he slowly pulled out and lightly slapped his hips against yours. “I figure what better way to change your attitude than to fuck it out of you.” Grabbing onto your ankles, Gojo leaned nearly chest to chest with you.

His forehead brushed against yours, his snowy white hair tickling you. He did a few experimental half thrusts, getting the feel for the angle he was in and making any minor adjustments.

“And luckily for you, (Y/N), I’m a rabbit.” Immediately, Gojo picked up the pace of his hips, jackhammering into you at an insane speed and quite possibly bruising your hips in the process.

“Gojo!” Your voice caught in your throat at the sudden change, your body being folded in half and crushed into the mattress.

Gojo smirked at your shocked expression, dropping one hand to rub your clit. You let out a sharp cry, jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your walls clamped down on him in an instant, making the drag of his cock just a fraction slower.

“I can go all night if I have to.”

Make your man call me daddy -

Was Itadori a little nervous? That went without saying, yes, he was very nervous. This was the first time he’d worn lingerie in public, hidden under his clothes but with the possibility of someone seeing if he bent over the wrong way.

He kept tugging down his hoodie and pulling up his pants, making sure no one saw the lacy thong he’d put on. He had on a bra as well, a lacy little number that was truly just a few tiny pieces of fabric sewn together.

Not to mention the prostate massager currently buried snugly in his ass, vibrating at random with varying intensities. Itadori almost regretted purchasing it as another powerful vibration went through him and nearly made him fall over in the street. But he didn’t want to let you down, so he endured the torture.

“I’m back.” Practically crawling through the threshold of the door, Itadori was nearly in tears at being back in the safety of your shared apartment. He had barely managed to complete all the tasks you’d given him, the little white plastic bag in his fingers crumpled to death with how strong his grip was.

“In here.” You called out from the bedroom and Itadori followed the sound until he got to you. Lounging at the foot of the bed, you looked nearly innocent with your legs crossed and foot swinging daintily.

Itadori didn’t speak as he entered the room, hovering by the doorway for a moment before fully entering and standing in front of you, head down and looking at your sock clad feet.

“How was it, baby?” Your question made him flinch and a hot burning washed over his face.

“I- it was- something.” He sighed, glancing up to see your quizzical expression for a fleeting moment.

“Did you keep it on like I told you to?”

“Of course!” Itadori nodded immediately, already grasping the hem of his hoodie and pulling it off to reveal the bra underneath, the fabric stretched tight against the barrel of his chest.

“Look at your nipples, they’re so cute.” You cooed, reaching up to press your finger onto one. It was perfectly perky, pebbled from the stimulation of rubbing against lace. Itadori shivered and leaned into your touch, biting his lip to stem any too loud moans.

Taking your hand away, your eyes flicked down to his pants and he quickly removed those as well.

“Oh baby, you shoulda told me you came! You made such a big mess!” It wasn’t surprising in the slightest to see the absolute mess of sticky cum smeared across Itadori’s cock, the thong he had on and his thighs.

“Sorry, I just didn’t want the fun to end.” He pouted, fully kicking off his pants and tossing them to the side with his hoodie.

“I bet the toy felt real nice, huh?” Sparing him a lecture, you reached out and swiped your finger through the cum coating the tip of Itadoris cock. He jolted at the contact, letting out a high whine and pressing his thighs together.

“Y-yeah, it did.” He managed to answer, somehow staying steady on his feet through the near overstimulation he was in. Gathering a bit of cum on your fingers, you presented it to him and Itadori obediently bent down, taking them in his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Good boy.” You grinned, running your free hand through his hair and letting him nuzzle into you. “Go pick out which toy you want next, you deserve a reward.” Freeing your fingers, Itadori bolted to the dresser drawer where you kept the toys.

“I choose this one.” In his hands was his favorite toy, a strap-on you’d bought together at a local sex shop.

“Alright, lay on the bed.” Taking the toy from him, you watched him lay down just like you’d taught him: face down in the pillows with his ass presented high in the air. Running a hand over his ass, you smiled down at him. “You’re being such a good boy today, baby.”

“Thank you.” Itadori replied, mouth muffled by the pillows as he tried to make eye contact with you. Quirking your head to the side, you gave him a silent look and he flushed, ears tinging a deep rouge. Licking his lips, Itadori looked away for a moment before shuffling a bit to make better eye contact with you. “Thank you, daddy.”

You don’t ever cross my mind, what’s a sheep to a tiger? -

It was laughable that he thought he was being so secretive, like you couldn’t tell you were being stalked when all you could feel were his eyes watching you at all times.

You’d already changed the locks after you caught him following you home.

Your curtains were always drawn closed, but that didn’t stop him from lurking outside, his shadow a constant presence outside your bedroom and bathroom windows.

You couldn’t even count the amount of unknown phone numbers you’d had to block in the past month alone along with deleting voicemails that only had slightly shaky breathing on the other side.

As far as stalkers went, Okkotsu Yuta wasn’t that great. You’d only briefly met him once at a meeting with other sorcerers and he had appeared weak and spineless before you, barely able to make eye contact despite his vast power.

“Fuck, you again?” You groan, seeing Yuta waiting by your door as you waltzed back from a run to the convenience store.

“H-hello.” His voice is just as meek as ever. You’ve seen him be confident and assured before when he didn’t know you were in the room, but as soon as he saw you it was like he became a totally different person and lost even the will to speak.

“Get a fucking job.” Not in the mood to entertain him, you slid closer to your front door. You weren’t scared about possibly having to get physical with him, you could surely hold your own against a grown man who actively stepped back as you got closer.

Worrying his lip and wringing his hands together, Yutas eyes darted everywhere, from the small plastic bag in your hand to your outfit and finally settling atop your head. His breathing was loud and unsteady and there was a light blush coating his cheeks.

“Are you just going to keep standing there like a loser?” Glaring at him, you sneered as his blush got deeper and there was a subtle squeeze in his thighs. “What do you even want? Gonna try to give me more flowers?”

“No.” Yuta answered immediately, the bitter memory of you stomping on the bouquet he bought you fresh in his mind.

“Then what? What does a little sheep like you want?” Crossing your arms, you tapped your foot impatiently.

“I-I just-” Blinking rapidly, there were a million thoughts going through Yutas head. He couldn’t find the words and his mouth was running dry. He nearly collapsed seeing you sigh and shake your head, about to fish out your keys and walk right past him. “W-wait!”

“What?”

“Do you- I just have to know, (Y/N), do you ever think about me like how I think about you?” Yuta looked so hopeful it was morphing into sick desperation in his features. His brows were knitted together so tightly that you knew there’d be lingering wrinkles there.

“Okkotsu.” Saying his name firmly and squaring your shoulders, you stared right into his eyes with a fierce look on your face. This was the first time you were ever making eye contact and to say it made you sick to your stomach was an understatement.

“Yes?” He whispered, licking his lips nervously.

“I have never thought about you in that way.” His smile fell as you spoke, and you could see his heart break behind his eyes. “In fact, any time I think of you I get sick. You disgust me.”

“Darling-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t call me that.” You snapped, pushing him back as he tried to reach out and touch you. “Get the hell away from me and leave me alone, you’re pathetic and gross.”

“I love you! I love you so much, please!” Falling to his knees, Yuta reached his hands out to you, hoping you’d take them and soothe his soul from the pain you’d just inflicted.

“I’d rather be swallowed by a curse than have you as a lover.” The scornful look you sent Yuta made him physically wither away, flinching at the red hot anger brewing just beneath the surface. “Besides, I’m pretty sure people in love don’t stalk each other.”

“Darling...please…” There were tears dripping down his face that just made him look worse. Scoffing one last time at him, you shoved your key into the lock and swung open your front door.

“Okkotsu, if I ever see you in this neighborhood again, I’ll kill you myself. Rika be damned.” With those parting words, you slammed the door closed and locked it swiftly, immediately heading to the cabinet where you kept your alcohol. You surely needed a drink or three after dealing with the headache that was Okkotsu Yuta.

Just as you took the first sip, a ding sounded on your phone, an indication of a text.

“Oh brother.” Rolling your eyes, you already knew who it was from.

(Unknown number): I’ll never give up on you, I’ll love you until the very end

Blocked, deleted. Time for another drink.

I’m crazy but you like that -

Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do. Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do. Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do.

But why did it feel like the worst decision you’d ever made?

He was brash, controlling over every part of your life, demanding your undivided attention at all times. He claimed he only wanted what was best for you, but the final straw in your relationship came when you caught him installing a hidden camera in your bedroom. He was far too casual when he said the last one had broken.

So you had no choice but to break it off. Sukuna had taken it well at the time, calmly and silently grabbing the things he had over at your place and leaving with only a curt goodbye. And since then, you hadn’t seen him.

Emphasis being on seen.

His presence was still very much felt in your life. There was mail addressed to him showing up at your place. You’d get random unknown numbers calling you throughout the week, sometimes with voices you didn’t recognize trying to ask you questions and other times it was silent on the other line until whoever called hung up.

But all the strange occurrences were beginning to add up and it was starting to feel like Sukuna had never left in the first place. All the times you came home to a tidy front entryway when you knew you’d left in shambles before heading to work. The way your shower products seemed to diminish quicker even though you hadn’t changed your routine. And sometimes, you woke up in the middle of the night to a shadow just outside your window, darting away just before you could properly get up.

Changing the locks on your front door and adding locks on all the windows you could had given you much needed peace of mind. The strange things inside your house had stopped. There wasn’t anything you needed to purposefully ignore now. You could sit up a little straighter, breathe a little easier.

Waking up in the middle of the night to go pee, your mind was far away from reality. Thoughts of Sukuna were the last things on your mind, clouded with sleep and just ready to melt under the covers again.

Returning to your bedroom, however, you noticed a figure sitting on the bed that wasn’t there before. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was Sukuna. Floundering back against the wall, a scream caught in your throat.

“The bed’s getting cold, angel. Come lie back down.” Sukuna said, a deranged smile on his face. His eyes were wide, drinking in your shaking form wildly.

“W-what’re you doing here?” You whispered, clutching the doorframe as you stumbled to it.

“I had to see my baby, I’ve been missing you.” Breathing hard through his nose, Sukuna patted the bed. “Come here, lemme look at you. It’s been a while since we’ve been face to face.”

“N...no. No!” Shaking your head, your own pupils were blown wide in fear. You watched every miniscule movement Sukuna made, from his breathing to how his fingers twitched. “Get out of here before I call the cops!”

“Aw, call the cops? But, how will you do that? Your phone is broken.”

“What?” Following Sukunas pointing finger, you gasped when you saw your phone smashed to bits on the floor by his feet.

“Now c’mere.” Patting the bed a little harder, Sukuna’s smile wavered. “You know I don’t like asking twice.”

“Sukuna please- please just leave.” There were hot tears burning your lash line, begging to be blinked away, but you refused to close your eyes. The smile on Sukuna’s face fell and rose again rapidly as whatever thoughts he had swirled in his head.

“(Y/N), I don’t think you understand.” Laughing under his breath, Sukuna stood up and stalked over to you.

“Don’t touch me!” You finally screamed but it was too late to try and fight him off. Sukuna grabbed your upper arm tightly and dragged you away from the door and to the bed. “Let me go, Sukuna! You’re crazy!”

“Crazy? Ha!” He barked, flopping back onto the bed and forcing you to straddle his lap. Slapping a hand onto your ass, Sukuna grabbed your jaw and tilted your face toward him. “If being in love with you makes me crazy, then so be it.” Staring at your face, Sukuna had a softer smile now. It was still unsettling, especially close up, and the way his eyes barely blinked had you on edge. “But don’t pretend you don’t like it at least a little bit.”

Wanna see me switch, get psycho like they say I am-

Your new boyfriend Nanami said he was just a salaryman, and why wouldn’t you believe him? He wore freshly pressed business suits everyday, sometimes carried around a briefcase, had the usual 9 to 5 schedule and always grumbled if he ever had to work overtime. Occasionally he met you for lunch and there he’d demand to talk about anything other than the work he did.

He never gave you the impression that he was anything but that, anything other than what he said he was. Whenever the two of you went out on dates, he was either getting off work or wore long sleeves.

This was the first time you were going to go over to his place for a date. Your relationship was starting to progress more romantically and while he’d seen the outside of your home after dropping you off from a date, this was the first time either of you would be in such a closed intimate setting.

His apartment was in a much more luxurious building than you’d first imagined. There was a doorman that had let you in, someone waiting at the front desk and even the elevator was luxurious with rich dark wood.

“Nanami, I’m here!” You called as you approached the door. Raising your fist to knock, you were surprised to see it cracked open, and there were loud noises just inside. Taking a moment to see if anyone had noticed your announcement, you took a chance and pushed open the door.

The entryway was beautifully decorated with Nanami’s shoes lined up neatly by the door. Just looking at the hallway, you could tell he had hired someone to decorate for him.

“Nanami?” You called again, hovering by the door. Whatever sound was in the other room paused for a moment, only to resume again in a more fervent way. “H-hello?” Sneaking down the hall, you came to the entryway to the lounge room and nearly collapsed.

The bloody, unconscious body was what you noticed first, followed by the blood stains speckled about the hardwood floor and reaching the walls. You saw Nanami second, standing over the body in what was once a plain white t-shirt now stained crimson. Third were the tattoos crawling up his arms, rich blacks and reds embedded into his flesh.

“You’re here early. How’d you get in?” Nanami asked in his usual monotone voice, only slightly breathless as he looked you over. He seemed unfazed by your sudden appearance, happy even, a small smile ticking up on the side of his mouth.

“The- the door was open.” You didn’t know where to look. You couldn’t possibly look Nanami in the eye, not with the way he looked so calm while standing over a body you were pretty sure was going cold. There was dark blood on his hands, nearly mixing in with his tattoos.

“Silly me, must not have pushed it closed all the way.” Chuckling to himself, Nanami straightened up and stepped over the body, taking a few steps over to you only to stop when he saw you scurry back. “(Y/N), don’t act like that.” He sighed like he was talking to a child.

“Tell me what’s going on.” You said, voice shaking more than you would have liked.

“Just doing a bit of overtime, that’s it.” Nanami shrugged indifferently, taking another step toward you.

“I thought you said you were a salaryman. What kind of overtime is this?” As he took more steps toward you, you stepped back until you hit the wall.

“I am a salaryman.”

“For the yakuza or something?!” It was a shot in the dark, really. You had no reason to believe he was in a gang other than the familiar tattoos that you’d seen on the news and the blood everywhere.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” He confirmed it with a straight face and you could tell he wasn’t lying. Nanami wasn’t one to lie or pull punches. Lifting up his hand, Nanami almost cupped your cheek but stopped short when he remembered the blood on his hands. “Let me go clean up, and we can talk about this more.”

As soon as he turned around, you fumbled to get your phone out of your pocket. There was no way you would be staying in this place any longer with him. Not only were you pretty sure he just killed someone, you had no idea what he could do to you.

“You wouldn’t be trying to call anyone, would you?” Nanami asked, turning on his heels by the body. Dropping your phone to the ground as soon as you were caught, you cursed under your breath as he faced you squarely.

“I like you a lot, (Y/N). Don’t mess this up. I’d hate to show you how deranged I can truly be.” The ghost of a smile graced his face and Nanami walked back over to you and grabbed your phone, immediately coating it in sticky blood. “Go wait in the den down the hall, I’ll be by in a moment.”

Slowly dragging your feet to the room in question, you waiting just inside for Nanami to arrive. The den was cozy, a plush warm toned loveseat facing a stone fireplace and a TV. This room, like the others, was undoubtedly decorated by a professional.

“Sorry to make you wait.” Nanami’s voice made you jump as he entered, walking past you and into the room. Sitting down on the loveseat in a fresh shirt and pants and clean skin, Nanami let out a pleased hum.

“Nanami…” Worrying your lip, you didn’t know what to do. You knew you should leave, but there wasn’t a chance in hell that your weak knees would make any sort of movement akin to an escape.

“Don’t be shy, (Y/N).” Spreading his legs, Nanami pat his thigh invitingly. “Come sit on my lap, a pretty little kitty like you deserves the best seat in the house.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines #tw: yandere #geto suguru #gojo satoru #ryomen sukuna #itadori yuji #okkotsu yuta #nanami kento

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glitterrosesnz · 3 years

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okay so. this is just a List of a few of the gen/shin snz based headcanons I have, there is no rhyme or reason to most of it though this is all train of thought hdkjsgkjlfgjldf

- Childe and Albedo are the ones with the worst pollen allergies, mainly due to the fact that Childe grew up in a place that probably doesn’t have a high pollen count, and Albedo was probably created with a ‘strong immune system’, which of course backfired, so he stays in Dragonspine because the pollen count there isn’t as high

- the gods actually can’t catch colds from temperature changes or falling in lakes or stuff like that (being a god has to have some perks-), however they can catch one from somebody else. their knowledge of this fact relies heavily on how often they interact with people

- cats and cattails aside, Venti isn’t actually allergic to much else, and will spend days just frolicking in flower fields. as a result, he is, quite often, just covered in pollen. he tends to forget about this and accidentally sets people with pollen allergies off. (he’s always super apologetic about it but he WILL have forgotten by the next time it happens. the amount of times he’s set off Diluc and Albedo is quite frankly insane)

- i think that Zhongli would have like, a rather soft sneeze, that becomes more harsh/desperate the more sneezing he does. it’s good way to tell the difference between when its just a normal sneeze vs when he has a cold or something like that

- Kaeya is??? allergic to dogs?? i dont know why i think this i just think it fits. (he maybe is also allergic to mist flowers and feathers.....)

- Xiao...being allergic to dandelions.....idk why i think that’s cute but it is.

- no waiT XIAO BEING ALLERGIC TO BUNNIES IS EVEN CUTER OH NO-

- Diluc, Zhongli, and Xiao frequently stifle their sneezes and this always comes back to bite them later (also I can so vividly imagine them stifling and someone going “thats not really good for you y’know~” in a teasing tone of voice, and then at some point later on in some situation the other person stifles a sneeze and gets “thats not really good for you y’know~” parroted back to them)

#snz #sneeze #gen/shin

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h2bakugou · 4 years

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okay yes hi, 1st of all, you’re my fav! 2nd, I have an awesome request so here goes! So in the dorms Koda had a bunny in his room right? So like what if the reader had a cat in their dorm, and it escapes! then Kirishima (the reader’s crush) finds it, and brings it back to their room (bc he wants to hold it) and then he offers to help take care of it w/ them and in the process he develops feelings, and maybe at the end they adopt a kitten together so the other has a fwiend🥺👉🏻👈🏻

a/n: hi!! tysm hun <3! gahh this is so cuteee i haven't written a lot for kiri so i apologize if he seems ooc

summary: a flash of orange and white fur stops kirishima in the common room. he notices your cat has escaped and decides to return it to you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk / Milo - your cat’s name (or pick a name! you decide!!)

warnings: swearing, fluff

wordcount: 1.2k

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It was nearing curfew for most students, though that never stopped some people from staying up. Kirishima was fixing to head to bed but he stopped when he saw a flash of orange and white dart across the common room.

At first, he just thought he was seeing something until he heard a faint ‘meow’ come from under one of the sofas.

“Could it be a stray?” Kirishima questioned, carefully approaching. He bent down and peeked under the couch, the realization hitting him.

“Milo! What are you doing out here bud?” Kirishima spoke to the cat, familiar with his crush’s pet.

Milo squeezed out from under the couch and jumped into Kirishima’s arms, purring as he laid against Kiri’s chest.

“Let’s get you back to (Y/n).” Kirishima patted Milo on his head, a smile on his lips as he watched the cat seemingly smile back at him.

It didn’t take long for Kirishima to return to your dorm room, Milo curled up and now fast asleep in his arms.

Careful not to wake the sleeping kitty, Kirishima knocked on your dorm door.

You rose from your position of looking under your bed for your furry friend, hoping that he was done throwing his tantrum and would come out from wherever he was hiding.

You pulled back the door and immediately felt your heart skip a beat. Not only was Milo found, but Kirishima was holding him, and Milo was sound asleep in his arms. How cute.

“I think he might’ve got loose, I found him in the commons.” Kirishima chuckled quietly. Your cheeks turned red, whether from embarrassment of fluster, you were unsure.

“Thank you. I had to throw away his favorite toy because it got broken, and he wasn’t exactly happy about it.” You say softly, admiring the sleeping kitty in Kirishima’s arms.

“You can bring him inside, set him down wherever, he’ll sleep on almost anything.” You giggle, taking a seat on your bed, you let out a sigh and finally let yourself relax.

“I take it you were looking for him.” Kirishima points out how your room is a little disheveled.

“He’s a good cat, he just doesn’t always want to stay in my room. I love him a lot, but I can’t just have him running around the commons, especially if someone has an allergy-”

“I could help you take care of him!” Kirishima chimes in. You lift your head and smile.

“You would do that for me?” You question softly. Kirishima cheeks begin to match the shade of crimson he used to dye his hair.

“Y-Yeah! That’s like totally manly! Cats are awesome!” Kirishima shoots you his usual toothy grin and joins you on your bed. He looks around your room and an idea pops into his head.

“We could get him a cat tree! Something he could climb and exercise in so maybe he wouldn’t need to leave the room!” Kirishima suggested, pointing to a bland corner in your room.

“That’s an amazing idea! Thank you so much!” You hug Kirishima, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he does the same.

You can feel your face heating up again, your heart beat quickening. You pull away, but you hesitate. You stare into Kirishima’s eyes, just a little longer before you fully pull away.

You’d admired Kirishima the day he walked into class. He was strong, but humble in a way. He was funny, and smart, and he knew how to be there for his friends. He was also insanely cute.

Kirishima was thinking just like you. His mind was racing with the things he liked about you. Your smile, to the way your hair framed your face. Everything about you was beautiful to Kirishima.

“Well it’s getting late, I don’t want you to not get enough sleep-”

“Y-Yeah. I’ll come up with something for the cat tree! Get some good sleep!” Kirishima stands and waves, before striding over to your door and leaving.

“Goodnight.” You whisper back, feeling a little sad that he couldn’t stay longer.

You glance over at Milo who is now awake and staring at you with an evil glint in his eyes.

“I can see you judging me.”

Milo didn’t reply. You hadn’t expected him too. He just kept on staring.

“Are you the master of talking to boys? Cute boys? I didn’t think so mister.” You stick your tongue out at Milo and snuggle up under your covers.

Milo stretches and finds his way over to your bed, resting on your stomach as you slept.

- - -

Over the next few days, Kirishima had helped you find a good cat tree, and with what you had been saving up money-wise, you were able to buy a nice cat tree.

Assembling it was quite fun. And that was an adventure in it of itself.

“Kiri! I don’t think it goes there.” You laugh, holding a spare part of the tree in your hand as Kirishima tightens a bolt on the cat tree.

“What? It looks right.” Kirishima takes a step backs and stares at the creation. It definitely didn’t look like the box.

“Okay maybe it doesn’t go there.” Kirishima chuckles and takes the piece off.

After finally assembling the cat tree, you and Kirishima were worn out. But Milo was having the time of his life. You rested your head on Kirishima’s chest, a happy sigh leaving past your lips.

“I think he likes it.” You whisper to Kirishima.

If Milo could talk, he would’ve said the same about Kirishima, whose cheeks were a bright shade of pink, a goofy smile on his lips as his fingers played with the ends of your hair.

“Yeah.” Kirishima spoke. You turned your head to look up at him and bit your bottom lip.

You were so close to him, you were laying on him. His lips looked so kissable. The amount of times you’d almost kissed each other was far too many and it was now or-

Kirishima pressed his lips to yours, no longer wanting to waste any time thinking about kissing you. He wanted to kiss you. For real.

It brought you out of your thoughts and you melted into the kiss. It was sweet, and genuine. It was a soft kiss from someone you’d fallen in love with. And Kirishima could say the same.

He pulled away and his bright smile returned.

“Sorry I-”

“Please don’t apologize. It was nice.” You reassure him. You place a quick peck on his lips just to solidify your statement.

- - -

A week after your kiss, you’d shared exactly six more kisses after that. And you were pretty sure Kirishima was going to ask you out soon, or you hoped he would.

It was almost seven at night, and there was a knocking at your door.

“Coming!” You yelled, coming to the door. You opened it and saw Kirishima, his back turned to you.

“Hey is everything okay?” You asked, your hand going to touch his shoulder.

"Surprise!” Kirishima smiled and turned around, a kitten in his hands. You smiled and admired the little ball of fluff in his hands. Kirishima handed the kitten over to you gently.

“Now Milo has a friend!” Kirishima and you walked back into your room and took a seat on the floor.

“Oh and, I got you this.”

Kirishima pulled you into a kiss, a hand resting under your chin. You blushed and kissed him back, not expecting him to be so forward.

“Will you go out with me?”

“Yes!”

Not only was Milo happy to have a new friends, but you and Kirishima were both happy that you had each other now.

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masterlist

#kirishima #kiri #eijiro #eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijiro #kirishima x reader #kiri x reader #eijiro x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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sope-and-shine · 4 years

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You Drive Me Nuts

-> Pairings: Jeongguk x Reader -> Fluff // College!AU -> Word Count: 2.1k -> Summary: With great powers comes great responsibility. And yes, an EpiPen is a responsibility, Jeon Jeongguk. -> Warnings: mild language // responsible use of an EpiPen for an irresponsible reason.

A/N: I have no clue what the process is through anaphylaxis once it gets to the doctors, so I tried my best. I hope you enjoy!

You told him.

You’ve told him on more than one occasion.

You’ve reminded Jeongguk multiple times that it is in no way acceptable for him to eat a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup when he’s allergic to peanuts! He’s 20yrs old, for Christ sake, you shouldn’t have to remind him what he can and cannot eat! Any sane person would think, ‘Oh no, that’ll make my throat close up and I could die’ and turn the candy offer down.

But no.

Not this idiot.

He’s apparently a psychopath!

You were just studying in the cafe waiting for the other boys to join you before you get your food. No harm in that at all. They were always late cutting across campus, so getting some homework out of the way or a quick study session never hurt. Normal day.

Not a problem.

As soon as they all began to make their appearances, you had put away your working materials so you’d be ready to get something to eat. As soon as they all arrived, it was left to Jeongguk to watch your belongings since he was the last to arrive at the table. Nothing new, it was usually between him, Taehyung, and Namjoon to watch the table. Not only that, but he was more than happy to take a seat at the table. You figured he was tired from running across the campus and just wanted to sit. Nothing to worry about.

You should have worried.

You all left him alone for a total of maybe 15 minutes. 15 minutes to get your food so you could enjoy the rest of your day, 15 minutes so he could sit and watch your belongings, 15 minutes for him to be a regular adult, and apparently 15 minutes for him to contemplate asking the table next to yours for the Reese’s and have it open and in one hand with his EpiPen in the other by the time you got back.

“Jeon Jeongguk! You put that Reese’s cup down and wash your hands right now! Are you crazy?!” Your outburst not only catches his attention, but those around you as well. Multiple eyes are on you including his, but his eyes are staring into yours in fear, contemplation, and partial regret.

Jimin comes up next to you with his own lunch, stopping when he sees the predicament. He sighs, “He cannot be serious.”

It’s almost as if you can see the gears turning in Jeongguk’s head, contemplating if he should make his next move or not. You can see the longing in his eyes, and a part of you already knows what he’s about to do before he does it. He pops the treat into his mouth in one bite, and the look of pure joy and elation tells you this exact situation could - and will - happen again. He shouldn’t look as pleased as he does slamming a needle into his thigh, but his smile is all you need to see.

“Jimin, call an ambulance!” You order, rushing to your friend - soon to be dead friend - and dropping your lunch on the table next to him. A million thoughts are running through your head as you take the seat next to him, watching the stupid bunny smile appear on his face. Your first immediate reaction is to choke him, but he’s about to do that himself. So, instead, you settle for hitting the back of his head. “Are you insane?! What possessed you to do that, you psychopath?!”

“My mom never let me eat them, so I-” He coughs, beginning to feel the effects of his allergy trying to battle the epinephrine. “-I wanted to try one…”

“She didn’t let you eat them because YOU ARE ALLERGIC!” You rage. You’re almost completely dumbfounded by this man’s absolute stupidity. How he made it to college, you could never understand after this. You grab his face in your hands and squish his cheeks together to look into his mouth at the back of his throat. “Any good, sensible mother-! No. Scratch that. Any good, sensible PERSON wouldn’t let you eat one!”

He fights a smile, his face still trapped between your hands, “Worth it.”

As the other boys get back from getting their food, they all begin to close in on what happened with the youngest member of the squad. Namjoon, ever the responsible adult he is, sighs when he catches sight of the used EpiPen and the crumpled Reese’s wrapper next to it. “Jeongguk, what the fuck?”

“What did you do?!” Jin cries, setting his food on the table to take the other side of your ‘patient’. His mother’s intuition kicks in as he takes over your role of nurse, “Are you stupid or something?”

Yoongi takes a seat at the table next to the discarded trays and starts eating, completely unbothered. Shoving a french fry in his mouth, he turns to the rest of the group that is still unsure as to what they should do in the situation. “Make a note, everyone. As soon as he gets out of the hospital, I’m killing him.”

While the others begin to have a seat or discuss the current dilemma, Jeongguk turns to you with seemingly tired eyes full of mischief, “(Y/n)...I can see the light.” His voice has a slight croak to it, and every breath has a slight wheeze.

“Good. Walk into it.” Is your answer petty? Absolutely. But you can't help but glare at him for the stunt he just pulled, especially when he’s trying to hit you with puppy dog eyes. “Don’t pout at me. You deserve this.”

It only takes about 10 more minutes for the ambulance to arrive on campus to pick up the idiot next to you. Which is good, because his breathing was only getting harder and more erratic as you waited with him even after having him lay down to clear his airways a little more. He tried to be cool the entire time they were adjusting him onto the gurney, cracking jokes and flashing the occasional hand sign at Tae’s phone while he took pictures for his Snapchat, but you could tell he was feeling the consequences of his actions when they administered oxygen to him.

After a short ride to the hospital, an hour and a half of sitting in the waiting room of the ER doing homework, and half an hour waiting for Jeongguk to wake up and finish getting scolded by the doctor’s and nurses for his stupid actions, you’re finally left alone with him again on a small couch by the window of his room. His hair isn’t as nicely kept as it was this morning, his street clothes were replaced with a hospital gown at some point during his visit and placed in the bag next to his bed, and his overall appearance just looks completely exhausted. Even so, he looks a lot better than he did at lunch.

“You know, I thought that would go a lot better.” He admits with a chuckle, breaking the silence that was left in your room. A shy smile adorns his face as he plays with the piece of equipment on his finger.

You, however, are not amused, “How did you expect it to go any better, Guk? You are severely allergic to peanuts.”

He sighs, “I meant as far as the embarrassment.”

“Oh, you mean a 20 year old man getting scolded by 40 year old doctors and nurses for eating a peanut butter cup because you were never allowed to have them? Did you think you would just magically not be allergic?” You ask, genuinely interested to hear what his excuse was. In your opinion, there was no excuse. What he did was stupid and wreckless, and you have half a mind to beat the crap out of him for the stunt he pulled. Who did he think he was to scare you like that?

“It can happen…” He shrugs. It was more than obvious that he really didn’t think much of his actions, and that annoyed you more than anything.

“Jeongguk.”

He doesn’t move. He just continues staring at the equipment attached to him as if you weren’t in the room. His childish ignorance was hitting your last nerve at this point. You couldn’t stop yourself from standing up and crossing to his bed.

“Look at me.” You demand. You wait for him to raise his head, giving you a clear view of the frown on his face. You ignore how he looks at you in favor of grabbing onto his face. He had to know you were serious, and he wasn’t going to back out of this. “Don’t you ever do something that could literally kill you in minutes ever again. Do you understand me? I’m not playing with you. You scared the shit out of me!”

“I won’t, I promise.” You hear him loud and clear, you watch him nod and smile in affirmation, but you can’t help but feel helpless. You could’ve stopped him if you’d moved faster, then you could’ve beaten the sense into him before he ended up in the hospital. But here he was, almost 3 hours later with an IV and a drip running into him. The anger that’s been festering all day has finally settled within you, and you feel the tears welling up before you can pull yourself back together.

This of course sets Jeongguk into panic when he sees the glistening of your eyes staring into his own. “Hey! Why are you crying?! Our friendship handbook didn’t mention crying!” He couldn’t handle himself crying, let alone another human being crying at him. In an attempt to soothe you, he places his hands over yours as they rest on his cheeks, rubbing small circles into your skin.

You look away from him, hiding your face before the tears can really start to fall, “It’s in the fine print asshole.”

“Well, why are you crying if I’m okay?” He asks. You refuse to look at him, not wanting to look at him after all the pain he’s caused you thus far, but he wasn’t about to let you cry without knowing what’s really wrong with you. He releases your hands from his and lets them fall while he moves into a different position, getting close enough to you so he can take your face in between his hands like you’d done to him - granted, yours was a lot more harsh than his. He turns your head so he can look at you, waiting until your eyes finally meet his before he smiles, “Hey, you can tell me what’s wrong.”

You can’t help but let the tears fall with the way he looks at you, “You just looked so beaten up and pale, and your breathing just kept getting worse as we waited, and-” You choke back a sob, “-I don’t want to lose you, okay?”

“You’re not going to lose me.” He coos, stroking your cheeks softly with his thumbs. He’d never intended to hurt you this way. He honestly didn’t think that far ahead. He had an idea, he executed a plan he thought would work, and he got to taste a peanut butter cup while living to see another day. It’s only now that he really thinks about what he’s done today. Neither you or the boys have ever seen him like that before, and to someone who’s never experienced it before, it can be really scary. He sees it now that you’re in front of him crying instead of yelling at him. “I swear on my life that I will never do it again.”

‘He wouldn’t do it again?’ You think. Sure he won’t. You scoff, “Easy for you to say. One wrong move and you die before I get my hands on you.” You move to pull his hands off of your face, but he takes your hands in his instead, pulling you to sit on the bed next to him. You’re too surprised to say anything, letting out a small squeak from the sudden movement instead. The two of you just sit and stare at one another before he finally lifts his right hand from yours to hold his pinky towards you, “I promise.”

Staring at the hand with an IV poking out and a heart monitor attached to his pointer finger, you know in the very back of your mind that this will probably happen again whether he intends to or not. But you don’t think you’ve seen him this serious before. At least for now, you can take his pinky in your own and accept his promise to make both of you feel better.

“You drive me crazy, you know?” You ask, wiping at some of your remaining tears with your free hand.

“Don’t you mean I drive you nuts?”

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5am-moonlight · 5 years

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can i get some mcfreakin uhhhh voltron matt x reader fluffy times 👀

yo nonnie I’m sorry this took so fucking long

also the cat is based off a real stray cat that we kept for like two weeks on and off but it’s g he has a genuine home now also the allergy thing happened too 🤙

Uhh yes this is Christmas themed (I kno, it’s not Halloween yet, I hate myself too) but there’s no real mention of the holiday,,, warnings: uhhh idk mention of condoms but all still pg 12.

The minute you woke up on Christmas Eve, you started to really get excited. You’d known exactly what to get Matt, you saw how his eyes lingered on the new Killbot Phantasom: Battle for Earth. Apparently it was completely revamped, 4K HD Graphics, new mech characters. You liked games, not as much as him, you were more computer-y, but you played some PS4 games now and again when you had the time, and you had to agree it did look amazing. You had pre-ordered it months, even a year or so ago, and you were incredibly excited to see his face when you gave him his gift.

Meanwhile, Matt was absolutely shitting himself. He had wanted to get you the new Killbot Phantasom game, as it was something you guys could play together, but it had completely sold out. He could admit, his present choice was completely selfish but he would take any excuse to spend time with you now. Even as roommates, you guys saw very little of each other. You were working a part time undergrad degree in cyber security, and had a part time job, so if you weren’t asleep you were out of the house. Matt was a full time post grad student, and he sometimes even did bartending gigs to get some more funds in. You were both in school on scholarships, but money is something you could never have too much of in college. However recently, you’d managed to get the Christmas break off from your job because of the amount of overtime you’d done, and Matt had claimed he was ‘out of the state’ and ‘visiting family for Christmas’ so his boss would also let him have the few weeks too. He was adamant that you guys would be able to spend some time together, so he’d told you he’d had planned a Christmas dinner type thing and to buy some food (majoritly drink, he’d wrote it on the list three separate times,) and anything else that you guys might want, snacks and stuff. He knew you didn’t really like big events or anything and he promised it wasn’t actually anything like a genuine family Christmas dinner, neither of you actually celebrated Christmas, not enough money and not enough time, among other things, and you were incredibly excited. Hell, any reason to spend any time with Matt alone made you excited. He was your best friend first, and crush second but the more time went on the more you could tell this was starting to become something more than a crush. The way his laugh made your stomach get butterflies, or how he would stick his tongue out through his teeth when he was really concentrating, completely lost in his work. Or the days when he would come up behind you and pick you up in surprise. You knew he loved you, albeit only platonically, but you’d been in love with him for so long you’d happily take being his best friend over potentially loosing him. Didn’t really help he was really fucking pretty though.

Although if he was asked, he’d say the exact same thing about you.

When he woke up, he was incredibly nervous. He’d managed to scrap together some things he’d thought you’d like, but it wasn’t what he thought would be perfect. He knew you’d love anything you were given, but he wanted to feel like his gift was perfect. He’d also decided (see: be threatened by Pidge that if he didn’t she was gonna tell you herself) that he was gonna tell you how he felt, and he was terrified. Objectively, he knew he couldn’t keep his feelings for you under wraps for much longer. Every little thing you did was driving him insane. The way you’d look when you just woke up, sleepy and mumbling. The one time you accidentally poured orange juice into your cereal and turned around and buried your head in his shoulder, groaning. He’d spent the rest of the day blushing, so much so that Pidge actually thought he was ill. Or the way, sometimes, if he asked you about your day or your favourite hobby, your eyes would smile, and you’d get so excited. The main thing, that would always make him smile, no matter what, was the way you’d ask him to do something you knew he didn’t want. You would hug his arm, and beg “Please Matty?”. Your eyes would go big and you’d jump up and laugh and hug him if he’d agree. He always knew that you’d never do anything he actually didn’t want, and he trusted you with his life.

You’d come home once, drenched in rain, and in the middle of running to the bathroom, your jacket had meowed. Your eyes had gone really wide and then you’d slowly put your hand in your coat and brought out a tiny kitten, the size of your hands and placed him right in front of Matt’s face. “Please?”. You’d looked so mischievous and hopeful, he couldn’t say no. Also, the fact you’d hugged him for like ten minutes and kept on referring to him as “daddy” when talking to the kitten, which made his heart incredibly weak and made him feel incredibly soft. You’d called the kitten Monroe, and you were so soft for him. Until Matt discovered he was allergic to cats. You’d spent the night with him after you’d given Monroe to Pidge, just talking and watching movies. You’d seen how sad he was, which surprised himself, Monroe had been your baby, and made him a pillow fort in the sitting room, and gotten a ton of cat related movies on your Netflix. You’d fallen asleep on his shoulder and when he tried to move you to make you more comfortable, you’d mumbled and snuggled into him, clinging onto his chest. He remembered how his heart was going 50m/ph, and how peaceful you had looked. He hadn’t ever wanted a pet, but now he was happy you’d gotten one, no matter how it ended.

He started work on the “Christmas dinner” which was essentially his mother’s recipe for mac and cheese which included five different cheeses, some store bought potato salad, Doritos, dips, and a bags of jellies and sweets and chocolates. He managed to set everything up like a pic’n’mix stall, and got to work on the movie set up. His memory of you and him in the pillow fort remains one of his favourites, as the day he knew he had fallen in love with you. You texted Matt you were on your way home, after stopping from the shopping centre to pick up his gift, and some more sugary stuff, including a Lindt chocolate bunny that you would get each other every year, and a pack of condoms as a joke, since you’d seen him with a really smart, pretty new girl in his class. You knew she liked him, she’d come up to you at one point asking about Matt since she knew you two were roommates. He was always nervous around girls, with exception to you, which you put down to the fact you’d known him for most of your life, grown up together. You’d tried to set him up with some girls, and a few guys you knew, as a kind of way to force yourself to get over him. You’d been in love with him as long as you could remember, but realistically you knew it was never gonna happen. You didn’t like to think about too much because it made your heart hurt, like there was a hole in your chest, but you knew he was a genuine guy and whoever he would end up with was definitely lucky. Even if it wasn’t you.

You’d reached your front door at this point, and stood up straight, taking a deep breath.

“Hey! I’m hom-“ You were shocked. The hall had been decorated with fairy lights. You walked into the sitting room, speechless. You had obviously known that Matt was preparing something but not *this. He had taken his mattress, and yours you’d assumed, and put them where the couch had been. The couch had been pulled back and the cushioning taken down and put around the mattresses, for head rests and back rests, making a sort of crude looking chaise longue. There were pillows everywhere, and stacked piles of duvets and blankets. There was a small table on both sides of the fort, filled with what looked like movie bags of sweets, and wrapped presents,as well as a pic’n’mix table behind the couch. Matt hadn’t realised you were home, and he was still working in the kitchen.

“Matt”. You breathed out. “This is..insane. It must have taken you forever!”

He jumped a little bit at your voice, not expecting you some until another half an hour.

“Oh! Yeah hey y/n, I...uh, was-wasn’t expecting you until another while. D-do you like it? Everything?”

You placed your bag-for-life on the counter top and ran over to him, tackling him in a hug.

“Mattie, it looks amazing. What possessed you to work so hard on this?”

He blushed, a red flush working all the way up to the tips of his ears, and looked down to the floor.

You ducked under him, as he was much taller than you, and put your finger under his chin as to make him look at you.

“Hey, what’s up? Talk to m- hmmph”

He had slipped his strong arms around your middle and kissed you. You melted into the kiss, balancing yourself by putting your arms around his shoulders. He hoisted you up, so you would wrap your legs around him, as he held you impossibly close. You broke away with a gasp, after what seemed like hours. You’d only done it once but you knew you could loose yourself in kissing Matt.

“How long?” He seemed breathless, still holding on to your waist.

“Remember that time you defeated the final boss in Killbot Phantasom, and you picked me up and spun me around? Then”

He laughed at that, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Then? I was 10 years old, you’d gotten the game for your 7th birthday. That long?”

You ruffled his hair, and moved to hold his hand.

“C’mon. I’ve something to show you”

You brought him out to the sitting room, still holding his hand, then pushed him onto the mattresses. He made an indignant yelp, which made you laugh, and then you yelled as he pulled you down with him. You landed on him with an oof, laughing as he started messing with you, kissing your face and neck. You eventually came out on top, resting your hands on his sides. You reached over to his table, picking up your present for him, wrapped so carefully.

“Here. Open it.”

You placed it on his chest, still partially sitting in his lap while he sat up a little straighter. He looked incredibly excited, pausing for a second before mauling the gift open. He stopped when he recognised the cover, not even fully opening your gift before he carefully placed it beside him, and tackled you guys over, so he was out on top.

“You didn’t”

“I did”

“New plan for the Christmas break, we aren’t leaving the apartment until that’s finished. You started this, now you’re stuck with me”

You smiled, and pulled him down for another breathtaking kiss.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#voltron legendary defender #matt holt x reader #voltron x reader #matt holt #pidge gunderson #matt voltron #katie holt #katie voltron #i am aware this took three hundred days i just got caught up in school and calculus #leaving cert sucks

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Werewolf and Xolo puppy...part 1..?

It is a huge plot bunny. And I apologize for this.

Due to WerewolfAU Miguel & Héctor. I really couldn't help it. I hope no one minds! It’s not even really fic...

So, were-xolo Miguel and werewolf Héctor. Héctor could be awesome as a trickster were-coyote indeed, but there is an excellent subspecies if he is to remain in Canis lupus with the Xolo: a Mexican wolf. (Mexican Wolf and Coyote: Know the Difference!) Thoughts?

Starting at the beginning, let's take it up to eleven: Some urban fantasy, some magical realism, and a little buffet of all kinds of different legends and canons. The Rivera family were shoemakers. With a musician or two thrown in for charm. These days, though, they're werewolf hunters.

A long time ago, Mamá Imelda made shoes while her husband played music and her daughter danced. They were comfortable and happy. But one night, during the full moon, her husband was killed by a werewolf while coming home from a short musical tour with his friend Ernesto de la Cruz.

Ernesto barely escaped with his life, to bring Imelda the news. When she heard, Imelda set aside her shoes to learn how to kill werewolves, to avenge her husband and to eliminate any monsters who might be a threat to her daughter and her village. She taught this knowledge to all in her family after her, and while Riveras still make excellent shoes as their day job, by night they hunt their sworn enemy. (Cue origin story dramatic soundtrack crescendo.)

Music isn't as explicitly banned as it is in canon, but it's still actively discouraged. Riveras don't have time for this frivolous noise that’ll just attract monsters, and wandering around for music is what got Imelda's husband killed! None of her children will be lost to something so stupid.

(The irony here is that this time, Héctor is on the ofrenda, even if it’s grudgingly. But it would be much easier for him to come home if he was dead.)

Tio Ernesto is known and respected as a friend of the family, but he’s a famous musician and he doesn't visit very often at all (once a decade or so, very perfunctory). He was too busy traveling all over Mexico playing songs (in his best friend's memory, he claimed, but somehow that never came up in albums or interviews), and Riveras don't do music. He's retired now but, privately afraid of being forgotten by the younger generations of music fans, he never misses a chance to promote his old albums or do an interview for a big show. He's in remarkably good shape for an octogenarian.

Basics. In this universe, monsters aren't complete fantasy, but by the time the modern era rolls around they've been controlled enough by military, police, and hunters that few civilians see them. Most people see them kind of like human criminals, or nuisance animals. They're "out there," and if you wander around dark alleys and forests at night you might disappear, but it's not a zombie apocalypse of constant horror. Once in a while there's a news story, or a species of monster is on display at a zoo briefly, or you hear of a friend's wife's cousin who got eaten one night.

(Many monsters are actually just people minding their own business who happen to look a little different or have specific dietary requirements, but they keep to themselves so all most people ever hear is the bad tales and the news reports of another death.)

This Rivera family tree is arranged a little differently and the ages might be a little more compressed. Coco and Elena are Imelda's daughters; Elena was born after Imelda's husband was killed so she never met him. She is the fiercest in her dislike for werewolves (and lazy, careless musicians).

Coco and Julio are parents to Victoria and Enrique (I don't know how they got all the tall kids okay); Elena and Franco are parents to Berto and Gloria. Enrique and Berto have all their kids as in canon.

Oscar and Felipe are still Imelda's younger twin brothers, and though they're slowing down in their old age they're generally in charge of inventing and improving nifty new gadgets like repeater crossbows and silver grenades; they are teaching this craft to Abel.

Victoria and Gloria are both the single aunts, best friends growing up, and really like to collaborate on ammo projects that make monsters go boom; Rosa is learning from them.

Tia Rosita, Julio's sister, is very good at crafting light armor; Julio is best with heavy. Berto works with specialty shotguns and Enrique is an expert rifle marksman. (Or, you know, skills can vary as needs might. Suggestions?)

Mamá Imelda has been sidelined by old age so she can no longer participate in active hunts, but nothing stops her from picking up a weapon if she feels her home is threatened. She is still the head of the family when it comes to command decisions.

Benny and Manny are just plain too little for hunting, and are kept safely under close watch in the Rivera family home. The grandmothers who don't hunt are usually caring for them, which often means it's Imelda. (She cannot be fooled by twin shenanigans; she had to look after her brothers once too.)

Elena is leading the charge any chance she gets, despite her age, which worries her husband and family (but she loves her family as fiercely as she fights, which is why she refuses to fail). Coco is more than happy to step down once she's "retired," and spends a lot of time making shoes rather than weapons, and looking after the little ones. She remembers her Papá fondly.

Miguel...precious little musical dreamer Miguel...he spends a lot of time with his Abuelita Coco, and she adores him. With his sweet grin and heart for music, it's almost like her Papá has come back to her. She hums to him in secret, and encourages him to explore interests other than shoes and werewolf hunting. Miguel loves music even if it's their little secret, and there's something in his eyes just like she remembers, something that wants to chase the wind and sing out to the world, and Coco knows Miguel is special. Just like Papá.

Werewolves. This variety is a little more magical than is found in a lot of modern fiction. They're not gigantic and terrifying; the body doesn't actually change size that much, just some shape and locomotion. They age much more slowly than humans and are pretty much immortal, barring silver weapons, decapitation, or rather thorough dismemberment. They can still get sick or injured, but are very unlikely to die from average things (injuries and discomforts still hurt though; they feel cold, they get bruises, they bleed, they can have allergies or need glasses). It might take one of them a long time to die of old age, but that's the only other thing that can kill them. (It's like the curse was made to turn humans into something almost fey but not quite, but no one knows for sure how it originated.)

And they're not all wolves. It's more the were than the wolf! And not everyone gets turned by a bite. Some of the weres are "venomous" and can pass on the "disease/curse," most of these are ones that were turned by a bite themselves and so the "curse” is thicker in them. Many of these are pretty insane or can't remember what they do during the full moon; they're the ones who attack indiscriminately and give the rest a bad name. The human mind breaks because of the fear and stress and venom, and aggressive self-defense instinct takes over; these are the easiest to find and hunt because they just rampage against any "threat" that moves, like a rabid animal.

There are others, sometimes known as latent werewolves (again, not all are wolves). If a bitten were manages to keep it together long enough to bear or sire a child, that offspring has a strong chance of being a werewolf themselves. But because they're born to it, they don't go insane (or not as insane, especially if they have a supportive family or other experienced weres to learn from). Some of these will turn out okay, and can go on to have children of their own; further generations have much less chance of turning out actual werewolves, which is where the latent part comes in.

Enough generations down, and the were-genes aren't activated. They're just kind of sitting there, disconnected, with no inputs. Some people may never even realize they have these genes, and dormant vs latent will also skip some generations, to the point where some family members are "susceptible" and others aren't.

"Susceptible" means they have to be exposed to a compatible animal in a few certain ways during a full moon, which means it doesn't happen terribly often but still does now and then. At this point the latent disconnected were genes go aha! a template! and boom, brand new werewolf. (Or whatever it is. Most are canines and felines, going by likelihood of exposure. Almost all are mammals, because blending with non-mammals can be...troublesome, and may not work at all.) On the upside, most latents (especially those whose ancestry is distant) tend not to be able to pass on the "curse" through bites, so they're not contagious.

Full moons. While an actual, really true full moon lasts only a moment or two, the moon is round enough to be perceived as full for more than just one night! It may also be in the sky during the day. So the classic old "sun goes down, moon comes up, werewolf howls!" trope isn't...actually all that accurate. A fully round moon can actually last around four days.

That's right. Day and night, light and dark. Four days of running around with claws, teeth, and fur, during which a werewolf might be causing havoc, chased by hunters, or killed. Four days of carnage if they're insane and running on terror and adrenaline. Four days to hide, shivering and hungry, if they're sane and unprepared just trying to stay out of trouble. Four days to huddle in a basement with bottled water and cans of Spam if they've been doing this alone a long time. Four days to run in the wilderness with pack and family and have a fun camp out, if they're the luckiest of all.

Neither Miguel nor his family know that he's carrying latent were genes. Not a clue. He's just an ordinary little boy who fidgets through shoemaking lessons and looks squeamish when being taught about monster hunting, who runs off to go hang out with Abuelita Coco whenever he can, who sneaks into the attic to play his guitar and watch old De la Cruz videos, who skips and sings his way around their quiet little hometown playing with Dante the stray Xolo—as long as he's always back before dark.

(Miguel adores Tio Ernesto and asks his family every Christmas if there's a card, even if he's only met him in person once when he was so small he almost doesn't remember it.)

Then came a day when Miguel discovered that Mamá Imelda's portrait with Abuelita Coco contained a man with a white guitar—Tio Ernesto's guitar—and he wanted to know if Tio Ernesto was actually his great-grandfather because then he has a real legacy of music that could actually lead to success and not death. Mamá Imelda squashed that dream; no matter who his great-grandpa is, Riveras have a higher calling, and she will never allow one of her children to be led away from home and into distractions and disaster by music.

Miguel runs. Dante follows. It's still daylight, but there's a full moon just chilling, lazy and faded, in the blue sky above. Somewhere near the cemetery, Miguel's tears make him stumble. He bruises his knees and scrapes his hands, and ever faithful Dante tries to lick the wounds clean.

A few feverishly dizzy minutes later, Miguel is an oddly-shaped, oversized Xolo puppy wearing a red hoodie.

tbc...?

Hopefully this is interesting? Thoughts and suggestions welcome! Miguel’s journey in the wilderness is still taking shape...

Opinions on the wolf/coyote thing?

#were-xolo AU #werewolf or were-coyote #Miguel & Héctor #worldbuilding again #there will be angst #and fluff #fluffy angst #sometimes I really can't help this stuff #hopefully I didn't twist things around too far!#coco AU #coco spoilers #beware of long posts from me #apparently it's a thing I do -_-

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marjorieterry90 · 4 years

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kaepop-trash · 7 years

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OTEverybody: Arrival

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Pairing: I’m sure you’ve gotten the hint by now

Summary: Being NCT’s manager was challenging as it is, add to that the fact that suddenly half of them feel the need to win your affection.

“It’s very warm here.” Win win said once they left the air conditioned airport.

“What else did you expect from a tropical island?” Ten asked him confused, Winwin let out a loud ah in realisation earning a chuckle from you.

“Come on, you guys have two vans so divide yourself without fighting.” Taeyong laughed at what he assumed was a joke made by you.

“The only time these kids don’t fight is when they’re too tired, and even then there’s annoyed kicking. You only handle three of them, you’re in for a real treat.” Taeyong provided helpful information. You turned to him, evaluating his words.

“Haechan go to the car at the back with the kids.” You told him pointing at the car in question.

“But-” He was already prepared.

“You’re in charge.” You let him know and he happily complied.

“Yuta you can go to the same car.” You told him next.

“I don’t want to sit with the kids.” He frowned at the prospect.

“Take Sicheng with you.” You allowed quickly before he could say something else.

“Okay.” He answered before pulling Winwin to the car, telling him something about the food he wanted to try here.

“The rest of you can sit in this car.” You said.

“I don’t have to listen to you.” Doyoung said between sniffling.

“Fine, go to the other car. Here take another pill.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, but coming short of a retort he just took the medicine and walked away.

She turned to Taeyong with a satisfied smile while he stared in stunned silence.

“I’m spreading rumours that you’re the NCT whisperer.” He said before getting into the car after everyone else.

You were on your way to the staff bus when a voice diverted your attention, it was Minho.

“There’s place in our car if you want a ride.” He was walking up to you with a smile.

“Thank you so much but I need to go match schedule with the staff.” You backed away apologetically.

From inside the second car Donghyuck watched Minho give her his best dazzling smile, when a equally bright idea popped into his head.

“Winwin hyung your Korean hasn’t gotten any better since you started.” He turned around to Winwin who was focused on a korean book till he looked up, pouting at the criticism.

“What do you mean?” Yuta spoke up defensively almost immediately, “You wouldn’t be able to learn Chinese even if it’s all you did all day, and he has so many different things to do.” Donghyuck just shrugged.

“You’re too loud.” Doyoung complained, nursing a headache.

“Shut up humdrum Bugs Bunny.” Yuta responded.

“Excuse me!” Doyoung raised his voice, thoroughly offended.

From outside, you had to divert your attention from Minho to the increasing noise in the car. With a sense of dread you realised that you put Yuta, Doyoung and Donghyuck in the same car. This wasn’t going to end well.

“I have to go, take care of this.” You said quickly before turning away.

“What is wrong with all of you?” You opened the door, annoyed at the immature behaviour. All of them, who seemed to be in different quarrels stopped and looked at you like children being caught stealing from the cookie jar.

“Haechan started it.” Yuta was the first to respond, voice still raised from being in fight mode.

“I don’t care,” You snapped. “Behave yourselves, you aren’t 10 years old. Do I have to sit with you?” You threatened.

“Yes.” Donghyuck said far too quickly.

“I don’t mind.” Yuta’s eyes lit up.

“You can do what you like.” Doyoung mumbled grumpily.

“I’m scared.” Renjun said.

You looked around at all of them confused at the quick compliance.

“Renjun can you sit beside Donghyuck? Let me sit with Chenle.” You asked him with a softer voice and he nodded.

“The seat beside me works fine.” Donghyuck spoke immediately.

“Chenle is sick.” You explained.

“So am I.” Doyoung mumbled.

“Yes, but you aren’t as miserable as him, and you’re an adult.” Your response flustered Doyoung, who didn’t expect you to hear, “You can come up at sit with us if you want.” You offered and he tried to hide his blush.

“N-No Thanks. I’m good.” He turned away and you chuckled.

As the car finally made it’s way, Donghyuck stared at you once longingly before turning away.

“What was the point of starting that spat.” He mumbled to himself, sulking.

“Did you say something?” You asked.

“Just that this will be a great trip.” He smiled before turning away, still seething.

When you arrived at the hotel, your work was cut out for you. You still had to coordinate schedules, which got delayed, and you had to do many other tiny things like give the restaurant a list of allergies and speak to the staff about clothes and makeup. You were already dreading the insane schedule ahead of you when you turned to see your group of boys already looking lost without helpful guidance. You sighed and proceeded to the reception to get their key cards.

“Here, four of you have to share a room. The order is decided so don’t even try fighting.” You warned before they could intervene, “You also have adjoining rooms. So it’s essentially eight of you sharing a space. Please try not to scream too much. Seventeen complained about us at Kcon. Even Seventeen thinks you’re too loud!” You chastised.

“Go rest a little for now, there’s a company dinner in the evening. I’m sorry you guys can’t go out today but I have too much work to do.” You were deeply apologetic but they nodded.

“You need to rest too. You look very tired.” Johnny spoke looking worried, you smiled at him gratefully.

“I just have a few things to do and then I can get some sleep.” Your voice was softer now, “Now go all of you. Your seniors are all on the same floor so don’t be loud.” You left them with that warning, walking away to the staff waiting for your instructions.

“You were on the phone with the social network director of the company when one of the stylists who was sharing the room with you walked in looking like she’d seen a ghost. You watched her clumsily walk around the room for a while till you ended your phone conversation.

“What’s wrong with you?” You asked her.

“There are a bunch of idols outside our room, quarreling. Sorry I was just a little rattled.” You got up immediately groaning loudly.

“Is it my kids?” You asked already dreading her response.

“No see, I see them all the time, I wouldn’t be this shocked.” Your eyebrows knit further together as you decided to just approach the door.

When you opened your room door you were shocked to find Minho and Baekhyun in the middle of a serious round of rock paper scissors and Jeno standing at the back with Jisung looking like they would rather be anywhere else.

When Jisung noticed you his eyes blew wide and he tugged on Jeno’s shirt eagerly.

“We were coming to call you for dinner but these hyungs came with us, I’m very confused.” Jeno said looking as lost as he sounded.

“(Y/N)” Minho breathed out when he noticed you, both of them turned to look at you and hurriedly put their hands behind their backs.

“What’s going on?” You asked, you seemed to be very confused all the time lately.

“I was just wondering if you’d join me for dinner?” Minho asked.

“Come with me!” Baekhyun said a little forcefully but added a smile.

“We’re going to the same place for dinner.” You clarified and they all went quiet from the realisation. You gave them another perplexed look before leaving with the two kids.

“Noona I’m going to say it now, these hyungs are getting seriously scary.” Jisung said and you laughed, ruffling his hair.

They watched you walk away. Minho scoffed.

“Sure the kid gets a pat, I don’t even get coffee.” He laughed again.

“Honestly hyung, why are you so obsessed over coffee?” Baekhyun asked animatedly, “She’s just a game to you isn’t she? Wow! Here I thought you were a decent guy.” He shook his head in disbelief and Minho glared at him.

“My intentions are pure!She choose work over spending time with hot and sexy Minho, I was impressed.” Minho admitted in a fit and then blushed, heat creeped into Baekhyun's cheeks too but he laughed at the ‘hot and sexy’.

“She told me I was very loud backstage once, to my face.” Baekhyun was suddenly in checking his nails.

“That’s why you like her?” Minho asked seriously. Baekhyun nodded biting his cheek.

“But you are loud!” Minho exclaimed and Baekhyun faced him with fresh rage.

“You know she’s too young for you! She’s not exactly your very pretty noona.” Baekhyun did the dance step and Minho smacked his chest. He clutched his chest dramatically, his face scrunched up in pain. Minho just rolled his eyes, knowing the boy all too well. He peaked from an eye and when Minho didn’t show any signs of caring he dropped the act.

“Let’s go for dinner.” He said with a straight face.

“Do you really think these kids have a better chance than us?” Minho asked and Baekhyun was uncharacteristically silent.

“They spend more time with her than we do. Also the kids aren’t lacking you know.” He gestured to his face to imply visuals.

“But we’re Minho and Baekhyun? From Shinee and Exo? Does that mean nothing anymore?” Minho asked incredulously. Minho put an arm on Baekhyun’s shoulders, both of them sharing a moment. When they finally reached the Restaurant they saw you waiting outside.

“Since you were thoughtful enough to come to call me for dinner I didn’t want to go in without you. As a simple staff member I’m grateful, but as a fan I can get a little flustered, I’m sorry if I come of standoffish.” You bowed politely and Minho dropped the hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder going up beside her.

“You listen to our songs?” He asked with wide eyes.

“Ofcourse!” She said like it was obvious, “You’re all legends, who hasn’t listened to your music?” Minho grinned at her words.

“What about me?” Baekhyun demanded.

“I always listen to your songs when it rains, your voice really calms me so I’m grateful.” He grinned.

“I’ll sing for you if you want.” Baekhyun laughed flustered.

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arcisfoodblog · 5 years

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The next destination of our British Columbia road trip was Courtenay, one of 4 stops on Vancouver Island.

Courtenay is just a 90-minute ferry ride and a 15-minute drive away from Powell River. This was one of the ferry services for which we could make a reservation. Therefore, we left at 11.50am from the Westview terminal in Powell River to arrive at 1.20pm at the Little River terminal in Comox. As we wouldn’t be able to check into our hotel anyway, we took the opportunity to first explore nearby Campbell River.

We drove the 50 kilometers / 35 miles over the scenic South Island Highway 19A. But, first after the arrival: a great late lunch at Quay West (921 Island Hwy)

Clockwise:

Quay West Burger: Beef with aged white cheddar, bacon, and burger sauce

Ahi Tuna Poke Power Bowl: Quinoa, tuna poke, avocado, edamame, sesame seaweed, cucumber, radish, green onion, pineapple salsa, tobiko, gyoza crisps, and spicy mayo

Ultimate Burger: Beef with aged white cheddar, bacon, mushrooms, BBQ sauce, and onion ring

We washed down the food with some refreshing beers from Vernon, BC’s Okanagan Spring Brewery: The 1516 Bavarian Lager and the Extra Special Pale Ale.

We walked off lunch by strolling south past the Fishermans’ Wharf. Campbell River is the self-proclaimed salmon capital of the world and – under strict regulations which spring you can keep depending on the Chinook salmon season – you can a permit and get out your fishing rod and try to catch one from the Discovery Fishing Pier.

The weather was magnificent that day, so we enjoyed a late dinner on the enclosed patio of Il Falcone Restaurant (536 6th St).

Salumi Board with Bocconcini, Dove Creek Melon, Fruit preserves, Fresh figs from their garden, and grilled toast. Too bad that the latter were a bit caramelized…

Crisp, lightly battered Zucchinis & their ricotta-stuffed Flowers, Shishito peppers, Pesto aioli

The kids choose the classics with Buccatini: the Amatriciana (Bacon, Garlic, Basil, Green Chili, Olive Oil, Tomato Sauce, Pecorino) as well as the Carbonara (Bacon and egg sauce, Parmigiano Reggiano and cracked black pepper)

We had the daily specials: Chantal had the Eggplant Caponata with Tuna Steak, and I choose the oven-roasted lamb with 12 different roasted vegetables in a red wine jus. The 2016 Tuscan red Promis by Gaja was an elegant accompaniment with both dishes.

The next day we started with brunch at the cozy Atlas Cafe (250 6th St). Besides fresh smoothies and fresh fruit and yogurt smoothies, I had the Classic, being two eggs, scrambled, spicy Italian sausages, caramelized onions, and focaccia toast. Chantal had the Frittata (three eggs, arugula, tomatoes, leeks, and goat cheese, with focaccia toast) which was very good, but very filling. Not fancying anything with eggs, the kids choose the Chicken Quesadillas from the kids’ menu.

It was a good start for our hike in the Seal Bay Nature Park, where we took the southern part of the trails through the regenerated second-growth forest. We took the well-groomed trails on the waterside part of the park from the North/West side of the parking on Bates Road. Three trails lead down to the waterfront, where you have about one kilometer of beachfront to explore before heading back to the parking through Douglas firs, big-leaf maples, and red alders.

The next hiking stop that day was Nymph Falls Nature Park, about 5 kilometers to the east Courteney on the Forbidden Plateau Road. We didn’t know that the falls were relatively low and had loads of swimming opportunities, so we just hit the trails in this park.

Later that afternoon, we had a walk through downtown Courtenay, with stops at the small microbrewery Forbidden Brewing Company (Suite A, 1590 Cliffe Ave) and Blue Spruce Ice Cream (526A Cliffe Ave), No pictures, but the Spruce Tip (Locally harvested young spruce tips steeped in their custard base with a touch of lemon), Raspberry White Chocolate (Tart, tangy, and sweet raspberries mixed with white chocolate shavings) and the Krupnik Honeycomb (A spiced honey liqueur from Wayward Distillation swirled with sweet, salty caramel sauce and topped with made in house honeycomb candy) were absolutely outstanding.

With the rest of the family chilling at the hotel, watching bunnies hopping through the garden, I needed to fill up the car and chose a gas station close to Comox’ Land & Sea Brewing Co. (2040 Guthrie Road). No time for sampling, but I got a quart can of their delicious Glacier Cream Lager to go and also got some great tips for Vancouver Island craft breweries for the remainder of our road trip. Land & Sea started only late 2018, and the rate of expansion of craft breweries on Vancouver Island is insane: 33 during the summer of 2019, and there will be 39 by the end of the year!

Final Dinner while in Courtenay was at Gladstone Brewing Co. (244 4th St). You place your food order – options are limited to burgers and a few salads and sides – and pay at the food bar counter. Then you pick-up and pay for your drinks at the tap counter and find yourself a spot inside or on their patio. The food will come out when ready.

With 2 taster trays, we got to sample the entire range that was on tap that day: The Core Line up consisting of the Belgian Single, Pilsner, Hazy Pale Ale, and the IPA. The Seasonal ones were the Cream Ale, Kölsch, Czech Dark Lager, and Dry Irish Nitro Stout. The kids had some craft malt sodas from Victoria’s Phillips Soda Works, defintately their favorites.

The beers were great, as were the burgers. I had the superb 50/50 (Smoked brisket & locally-sourced ground beef patty, bacon, red currant ketchup, mozzarella, and smoked asiago). The kids had the Weekly Cheeseburger with Natural Pastures cheese and additional bacon. When ordering, we totally missed the fine print that the burger’s standard serving was with Brioche buns and Aioli. Our fault for not noticing upfront given my son’s egg allergy, but the staff were so kind as to redo one with a lettuce wrap, and without aioli. Chantal had the delicious vegetarian Daredevil burger: Roasted yam & quinoa patty, guacamole, and smoked asiago.

The accompaniments were a bit underwhelming. We picked the Curry Salt Fries (great flavor, but the mix contained way too much salt) and the Poutine, which had a surprisingly bland gravy (typically, the breweries try to work in some of their own dark beers to give it more oomph). Nevertheless, a great place to hang out and enjoy some beers and burgers.

Around the World – British Columbia Roadtrip (2019) – Courtenay The next destination of our British Columbia road trip was Courtenay, one of 4 stops on Vancouver Island.

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