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plushie-lovey · 1 year
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cogentranting · 1 year
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Rating Non-Disney Animated Horse Designs
I’m back by popular demand/well not really but my optimism’s grand
A sequel to my Disney horse Rating post for all the other random non-Disney horses. Dreamworks, Bluesky, random cartoons, anything I could find. Featuring: Altivo, Spirit, some Barbie horses, and a few abominations.
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Horse (Sing)
6/10 I don’t hate it and I feel like I should because it’s really hard to anthropomorphize horses that much without making them into the stuff of nightmares.
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Shadowfax (The Lord of the Rings) 
5/10 There’s nothing WRONG with him per se, but it’s SHADOWFAX. Lord of all horses. He should wow me, and he doesn’t. Check out Gandalf’s weird sock-boots though. 
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Hervé (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper) 
-6/10 Horses' mouths don’t look like that. Horses’ mouths should not look like that. This thing wants to eat human flesh but can’t because it has two solid curved huge teeth with no physical  relationship with its jaw. Also this horse has the beginnings of male-pattern baldness. 
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Princess Brietta (Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus)
1/10 Her eyes are flat like they’ve been painted onto her socketless skull. And there’s something very off-putting about this shade of pink. 
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Beauty, Merry Legs, Ginger (Black Beauty) 
4/10 Ginger isn’t ginger. That is not a sorrel horse. There’s ONE requirement. Beauty’s the best of the three which is I guess what counts. 
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Hans, Klaus and Greta (Ferdinand) 
2/10 I hate them so much. The core design isn’t that bad but the way they move and pose is. No horse should make that face. The one on the left is stretched putty.
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The Grand Chawhee (All Dogs Go to Heaven)
I know what you’re thinking-- “isn’t that a mule or a donkey of some sort?” No. He’s a racehorse. Maybe a thoroughbred. And it’s his birthday so the other horses let him win. 
9/10
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Stella (All Dogs Go to Heaven)
1/10 She gets one point for being nice to Chawhee. But she’s clearly some sort of alien giraffe hybrid. 
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Odette’s horse (Swan Princess) 
7/10 Just a nice little palomino design.  
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That little shaggy pony (The Quest for Camelot)
12/10 Amazing. Look at the determination.
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Buck (Barnyard) 
2/10 See this is what that horse from Sing COULD have looked like. 
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The Horse in the Back, Not Klaus But I Couldn’t FInd a Better Picture (Klaus)
9/10 He matches his owner and I respect that
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Leah (The Star) 
4/10 This is horse is voiced by Kelly Clarkson. That has nothing to do with her rating, I just thought you should know. 
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(Starchaser: The Legend of Orin) 
8/10 for both. I have questions but I do not want answers. It’s better this way. 
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Fred (Over the Garden Wall)
7/10 don’t love that his head is a different color than his body in a weird way but he looks neurotic and fun. 
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The Chariot Horses (Prince of Egypt)
8/10 I’ve just always liked these guys with their square faces and fun hats. 
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Altivo (The Road to El Dorado)
7/10 Look at the little curl in his mane. Good personality. A little too much “Dreamworks Face” 
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Donkey in Horse Form (Shrek 2? one of the Shreks) 
3/10 Look at his face. I DREAD what he might have to say. 
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Esmeralda, Esperanza, Ernestina (Madgascar 3)
2/10 They’re coming for you. Coming to drag you into the Abyss. 
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Police Horse (Madagascar)
7/10 I like his face shape. Compare him to the Madgascar 3 horses-- look how much more identifiable as a horse he is. 
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Melvin (The Lorax)
10/10 He’s not a horse, but he’s so fluffy I love him. 
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Babieca (Puss in Boots)
4/10 This horse has dead eyes. 
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Onyx (Rise of the Guardians) 
13/10 She’s the leader of the nightmares and I would fully support her terrorizing the dreams of children. I’m pretty sure she and her mares ate the boogie man. A true Girlboss.
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Yi Min (Kung Fu Panda but I think just an online game) 
-20/10 Just from a design perspective there’s far too much going on so it’s hard to even make it all out. Also I would have zero idea that this was a horse if the wiki page didn’t tell me it was. It has split hooves? 
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Spirit Jr. (Spirit: Riding Free) 
8/10 Objectively I know the design is good  but my heart rebels against this show’s existence. 
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Boomerang Thomas Stone (Spirit: Riding Free) 
8/10 I’m not doing all the horses from this show but I had to throw him in because he’s cute and he has a middle and last name for some reason.
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Horse (Centaurworld) 
Why are there two distinctly different designs for her? This one gets a 9/10. The round one is like... a 5. All the other creatures in this show are eldritch abominations that will haunt me in my sleep now. 
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Esperanza and all the other horses from this movie (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) 
10/10 No notes. Perfect horses. 
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Rain (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) 
15/10 I don’t have a joke here I just really like the way they differentiated her and made her pretty without too much anthropomorphizing. I like that she has a roman nose.  I like her feather. 
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Spirit (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)
100/10 He’s everything. He shaped me as a person. No other animated horse can compare. 
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 20 days
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OH BIG BRAIN IDEA-
Reverse Puss In Boots panic attack scene with Reader calming Dogday down from a panic attack, 'cause this case it's the dog that needs comforting-
"[Y/n]! Come quickly! Something's wrong with Dogday!"
Pausing in your repairs of Kissy's arm, you made sure to cut the thread before giving her an apologetic look. Fortunately, she seemed to understand that you needed to heed Poppy's call right away, and so you followed the little doll into the next room over.
There, Dogday was resting...although at this moment he was very much doing the opposite.
He was slumped against the wall, out of the makeshift dogbed you and Kissy put together for him, a hand clutching his chest--but it kept heaving, rapidly rising and falling with each labored breath.
His white pupils were completely gone, not a shred of light to be found within his sockets, and that was very alarming.
Did he see something?
Did an intruder try to get in?
While Poppy couldn't guarantee any place in the factory was safe, she did mention this area was a good place to hunker down, rest, and plan your next move against the Prototype.
But if that's the case...then what was going on with him?
You needed to find out fast.
"Dogday...what's wrong..??!"
Even though he could hear you and see you kneeling in front of him, concern written all over your face, he simply couldn't answer. He couldn't even keep his focus on you, as a whirlwind of terror and panic clouded his mind.
The only thing he could do was paw at his chest, unable to make sense of why his heart refused to stop pounding, as though it was trying to break free.
Or maybe..
It was a little Smiling Critter who stowed away inside him, trying to get out....
The more he thought about it, the worse he felt.
"I don't know what happened.." Poppy murmured to you, shaking her head. "I swear he was fine a second ago! Y-You think his organs might be shutting down? Or his hunger is-?"
"No, I know exactly what's wrong." You calmly answered, much to her bewilderment.
But before she could question you further, you moved over to Dogday's side before hugging him around the torso, squishing your cheek against his chest the moment he took his paws off of it.
And you simply waited.
The little doll had no idea how this was helping him, although she soon realized his breaths were finally starting to slow. His white pupils flickered back to life, looking down and seeing you embrace him without any regard to your own safety.
Somehow..you provided him with such a comforting weight that drowned out his panicked thoughts.
One of his trembling paws eventually came to rest atop your head, and he slowly began to pet you much like a human would pet a dog: gentle, ensuring he wasn't too rough.
After a few more moments passed, you felt his breaths even out to the point where his chest wasn't heaving like before, and he placed his paw on your back.
Finally, he spoke.
"A-Angel...thank you..I..don't know what happened.."
"It's okay." You sat up to look at him, seeing the tears threatening to spill from his sockets. "You were just having a panic attack. But it's over..you did great."
"Is..that what it was?" He murmured, confused.
"That's all it was. Do you remember what led to it?"
"...'m not sure. I was..just thinking about Catnap, and the Prototype, and suddenly I felt this strange tightness in my chest. Thought somethin' was wrong with my lungs...a-and then the room just started spinning. Next thing I knew, I...I-I couldn't breathe. I couldn't talk to Poppy or you, angel. Thought one of those wretched things was trying to eat me from the inside out. B-But..that was just all in my head, right? I'm not...nothing was-?"
"I made sure none snuck inside when I was fixing you up. You're safe from them." Taking one of his paws into your hands, you smiled, seeing Kissy walk into the room. "Catnap and the Prototype have been on all of our minds lately, and it's been...a stressful few hours."
"...I didn't mean to scare you all..usually it's me who calms people down, ya know?" He sighed quietly, still feeling guilty. "You sure I'm not going to slow you down? Because if I have another attack...i-it could be at the worst time, and then-"
"Then I'll help you through it. I made a promise to get you all out of here, and I'm sticking by that." You reassured.
Dogday looked surprised, but he relaxed his shoulders in relief, tail wagging along the floor. "Thank you, angel.."
He had his doubts before, about whether saving him from the Playhouse was more trouble than it's worth.
But now he knows you're in this for the long run, ready to help guide him out of the darkness.
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corroded-hellfire · 8 days
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Ok I feel like As You Wish!Eddie would be obsessed with that part in Enter Sandman where like he says the lines like “Now I lay me down to sleep” just to have his kids or reader repeat them back in like the innocent voice
Eddie lives his life by Metallica songs and teaches his children to do the same
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[As You Wish masterlist]
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“Alright pipsqueak,” Eddie says, gently tugging on the toe of Eliza’s purple footie pajamas as he passes where she sits between her brothers on the couch. “Bedtime.”
“No!” Eliza says, quickly rolling over a hundred eighty degrees so she’s laying on her tummy and buries her face in the couch cushion. 
“Yes,” Eddie says. He scoops the remote up from the coffee table and presses the off button, effectively ending Shrek 2. “Come on. Go brush your teeth, little girl.”
Luke stares at his father and gestures to the television, as if to say we were watching that too, man. Rolling his eyes, Eddie tosses the remote into his younger son’s lap.
“Eliza Marie Munson,” Eddie says.
With a huff to show her father her displeasure, the three-year-old pushes herself off the couch and disappears down the hallway. Luke flicks the television back on and the last thing Eddie hears as he follows his daughter down the hallway is his teenage sons laughing at Puss in Boots coughing up a hairball. 
“Ah, ah, with the toothpaste.” Your voice floats out of the bathroom into the hallway, making Eddie chuckle as he passes and keeps walking into Eliza’s room. 
Deciding to mess with the feisty little firecracker, Eddie snatches up her favorite stuffed pig and lounges on his daughter’s too-short bed. It’s only a few minutes later that Eliza’s heavy tread can be heard coming down the hallway, the heavy footsteps baffling for such a small girl. The moment she crosses the threshold into her room, Eliza’s face scrunches up and her tiny shoulders rise up toward her ears.
“Hey!”
“Is for horses,” Eddie answers.
You’re two steps behind Eliza and the moment you see Eddie on the bed you chuckle to yourself. The Little Terror is about to be unleashed. 
“My bed!” Eliza launches herself up on top of her father, causing him to let out an oof as she lands on his stomach. “My Penelope!” Small hands go to grab the stuffed pig but Eddie’s quicker, moving the plush animal behind his head to use as a pillow.
“Wow, kid, you really need to learn to share,” Eddie says.
A long exhale blows from Eliza’s nose, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say it was a growl. Scooting her body up Eddie’s chest, your daughter rests her forehead against her father’s, giving him the most intimidating look she can manage. She probably doesn’t realize that to Eddie it now just looks like she has one giant eye, though. Hardly intimidating–even for the toddler. 
“Did you give night-night kisses?” Eddie asks.
“Penelope,” is Eliza’s only reply.
“I’ll give you Penelope the Pig back once you give everyone goodnight kisses.”
Sitting up straight, Eliza eyes her father skeptically. When he raises his eyebrows at her, she must decide to believe him because she slides from his chest and lands on her carpet with a thud. 
“Ryaaaaaan! Luuuuuuke!” Her calls echo down the hall as she runs, the shouts accompanied by the loud thumping of her feet as she picks up speed. 
“And you wonder why she’s a menace,” you say to your husband, tilting your head at him as you lean against the door jamb. 
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re implying,” your husband answers, giving you the most innocent doe eyes he can manage. 
Before you can come up with a response, Eliza rushes past you, back into the room. She skids to a stop and spins on her covered feet to face you.
“Kiss, Mama!”
Happy to oblige her, you scoop her up in your arms and press kisses all over her face. Her giggles are infectious as she tries to dodge your lips, protesting that this is an overload of kisses. She gives you a quick squeeze around the neck and you can’t help but notice how she’s feeling heavier in your arms these days. It makes a part of you sad, remembering when she was small enough to lay in the crook of your elbow. 
Eliza wriggles out of your grip and makes her way back over to her bed. Her lower lip juts out in a pout and she bats her dark eyelashes at her dad. 
“Can I have Penelope now pleeeeease?” she asks in her sweetest voice.
“I guess so.” 
Eddie pushes himself off the child’s bed and hands his daughter the stuffed pig. He presses a kiss to her head and tucks her in as she snuggles beneath her blankets. 
“Okay, ready for prayers?” Eddie asks.
“Ready.” Eliza snuggles back against her pillow, clasps her hands together in front of her, and closes her eyes.
“Now, I lay me down to sleep.”
“Now, I lay me down to sleep,” your daughter repeats, making you smile.
“Pray the Lord my soul to keep.”
“Pray the Lord my soul to keep.”
“If I die before I wake.”
“If I die before I wake.”
“Pray the Lord my soul to take.”
“Pray the Lord my soul to take.”
“Good job.” Eddie leans down and kisses her. “Goodnight, Sweet Pea.”
“Nighty night, Daddy.”
Quietly, you slip from the room, Eddie right behind you. He flips the light switch, turning off her overhead light and activating her Mulan nightlight. Gently, he closes the door behind him, and the two of you pad down the hall towards your room.
“You think Wayne will ever catch on that’s from a Metallica song and not your devotion to God?” you ask, a smirk dancing on your lips. 
“Not if someone keeps her mouth shut,” Eddie says, grabbing your sides and digging his fingers into them. Giggles erupt from you as you push his hands away and stumble into your shared room.
“Hush little baby, don't say a word,” you recite the next line of the song, walking backwards towards your bed. “And never mind that noise you heard.”
Eddie cocks an eyebrow at you as he slowly saunters forward, coming closer to you.
“It's just the beasts under your bed,” you continue. “In your closet, in your head.”
“Yeah, well,” Eddie says, smirk on his face growing, “you’re about to have a beast in your bed.”
A soft yelp shoots out of you with a bout of laughter as Eddie tackles you down on the bed. He climbs on top of you and presses kisses all over your face, just like you’d done to Eliza. 
“Oof, she’s right,” you say. “Too much.”
“Oh, really?” Eddie teases. He scoffs and pretends to climb off of you. 
With a roll of your eyes, your fingers grip into the front of his t-shirt and you pull him back down on top of you.
“Get back here, altar boy.”
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wellwaterhysteria · 9 months
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wait it's actually so funny that all stiles had to do was shed One perfectly timed poignant tear to get derek to listen to him and dump his serial killer girlfriend. derek's like Well My Track Record Sucks so that's already one point against her. and then he looks at stiles and stiles is staring at him like puss in boots and saying "please don't let my papa die" and this is jarring to derek for many reasons. the main reason is that stiles has never looked at him like Annie From Community (lower lip trembling, eyes fluttering but they never actually shut) before. the second reason is that stiles didn't even tack on a "kys btw" on the end of the sentence so you KNOW he means business. and (jenny from the block voice) Jenny The Darach sees this interaction and is like ?!!?!?! Derek we FUCKED I MEAN MADE LOVE are you really for real going to take his word over mine? and derek looks at this beautiful woman who hasn't done anything damning in front of derek except Show Interest In Him, and then he looks at this kid who's been actively bullying him to his face for like a year straight and is like "i'm with the teenager on this one Where'd You Put All Three Of This Town's Parents, Jennifer?". in a perfect world there's a shot where she's looking at derek in disbelief and is trying to ignore stiles grinning and flipping her the double bird behind derek's back. take my hand and we can live there forever.
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dragonciphering · 6 months
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Yes all these Yanqing L’s and the memes about them are funny but…..
Imagine him meeting the people that beat his ass again — like jingliu I’m this case — and instead of her killing him immediately the encounter goes like this:
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Jingliu: “I see that you are able to use my technique”
Yanqing: “Yeah, you should’ve seen Blade’s face when I used it.”
Jingliu, abruptly: “You are now my new student.”
Yanqing: “I’m sorry what was that?”
Jingliu, turning around and leaving: “You heard me.”
Yanqing, who did in fact not hear what she said due to frantically dodging and is confused and not quite sure how to tell Jing Yuan about this: “???”
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And it turns out that Jingliu’s version of teaching situation awareness is just making someone so paranoid that they are super duper aware of the place they are in. And how does she do that you ask? Oh she just shows up every once and awhile and attacks or stalks him for a bit. (Like Death to Puss in Boots) And trust Yanqing me, it’s as fun as it sounds.
Plus every time she tries to mention or refer to him being her new student something ridiculous happens and the misunderstanding never gets resolved.
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Yanqing: “I understand my mistake now! You don’t have to punish me anymore! Please! Jing Yuan is this close to grounding me for for til collage the rest of my time!”
Jingliu: “I’m not —*explosion*— punishing—*big explosion*—you I’m teaching you, —*bigger explosion*—like a —*huge explosion*—good teacher would—”
Yanqing, who only heard ‘I’m not done punishing you’ and ‘Teaching you your mistakes unlike your teacher’: “WHAT.”
———
And that’s how he became a sort of unwilling student.
Or basically this fic in its theme.
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russellsppttemplates · 6 months
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Seb and mick fighting over who loves you more haha he would get so offended. And Seb is like she’s my mamma
"I do", you heard Mick say, "no, no! It's me, I do!", Sebastian retorted as you set your keys down on the decorative bowl. Discarding your shoes and coat in their appropriate places, you walked to the living room to see your husband sitting on the sofa and your son standing up and facing him.
"Hi boys!", you greeted, seeing your little boy practically leap into your arms, "Hi mama, you look very beautiful today", Seb complimented, kissing your cheeks repeatedly whe you picked him up.
"Thank you, my love", you said, kissing his cheek and looking over to your husband, "hello, m-", you were interrupted by your son, "mama! I have to show you a drawing I made just for you, because I love you so much!", he said as he climbed out of your hold, grabbing your hand and pushing you to his room.
"I did this for you, it's me and you when we went to the park, remember? Rora was in her class and while we waiter for her, me and you went to feed the duckies!", he added, pointing proudly to each element, "it is really, good, darling! I remember, we should go there sometime soon again", you smiled, walking back dowstairs so you could pin the drawing in the cork wall in the kitchen, adding to the ever growing collection while Sebastian walked back to his father.
"See? Mama loved my drawing, she said it was very pretty and good!", you heard your son say, "she knows I love her more", he reasoned with his father. Expecting to walk in and see your husband laughing at the playfulness of the situation, you were met with his frowned expression, "she's my wife, that's because I love her more than you, and I've known her since she was little, and I've loved her since then", your husband said in a rather petty manner.
Chuckling at their antics, you made your presence known, "hey, you", you said, sitting next to Mick on the sofa despite Seb's annoyed expression, seeing Mick smirk at his son. "Mama, who loves you more? Me or papa? You know it's me, right?", your little boy said, pouting and glossing his blue eyes in resemblance to Puss in Boots from Shrek, a newfound favourite movie in the household.
"I know you both love me so much", you said, hugging Sebastian to your side and landing your hand in Mick's thigh, "so there's no need to fight about this", you smiled, trying to solve this sudden match your husband and son were fighting. You knew it was all in good fun really, and it even entertained you to some extent seeing them so passionate about the subject, "how about we all eat some chocolate croissants I got, hm? They were just taking them out of the oven when I arrived at the bakery", you smiled, getting up to grab the paper bag from the kitchen counter.
"See, she knows I love her more because she bought my favourite croissants!", you heard your husband say to your son, practically hearing the smile on his voice, "they're my favourite too!", Seb retorted, "if you guys don't behave, me and Rora will have them all", you waved the bag while looking at them sternly, seeing two identical pairs of blue eyes looking apologetically, "fine", they sighed in unison.
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There Was an Attempt:
A Day Out
[Death/ Muerte (Puss in Boots) x Immortal! Reader
(I'm back! I just finished finals and I'm glad I finally get to have some proper sleep, so here's a slightly longer fic as a celebration)
It was another busy day in the market today, it seemed. With people bustling around in packed groups as they looked from stall to stall, it almost seemed difficult to get through the crowd. But she’s had years of practice, and this busy market day was like any other busy day she’s ever had. 
  Gliding through the crowd with ease, she was able to get to the stall she had been looking for, a grin tugging on her lips in victory.
  “Glad to see you again, señora!”
  “You know I can’t resist the sweetest apples in the market!” She winked at the vendor from under the hood of her cloak, who laughed and gave a wave as he turned to handle another customer. Plucking one of the bright red apples from the stall and rolling it around in her hand, she places a few on the basket, about to call out to the vendor to pay when a familiar voice rumbled next to her ear.
  “Don’t move. Don’t talk. Or at least don’t look up at me when you talk. Just don’t make it obviou--”
  “Yeah, yeah I get it,” she hissed under her breath, glaring to her left where he was ducked to her height before turning her attention back to the vendor, who still seemed to be busy handling the other customers than worrying about her. She shifts her gaze back to Muerte, who she couldn’t really see because of her hood. “Now what are you doing here? I never really see you outside the bar…” she turns to check the vendor again. Still looking away. “Or in the morning.”
  Though she couldn’t see him, she could almost hear and feel the grin that tugged up his lips. “Are you already sick of seeing me all the time?”
  “No,” she grinned, finally turning to look at him. “Just weird seeing your stupid face in this much light.” Flicking his nose, she turns to call out to the vendor, Muerte holding his nose as he grumbles under his breath, waiting for her to finish paying. 
  When she turns to head to the next stall, having to squeeze through the crowd of people and dodging a few running children along the way, he was still following her, and it didn’t take a minute or two until she finally mustered up the courage to speak.
  “So why are you here?” She paused, turning to look at the people to see if they were looking at her.When the coast was clear, she turned to look up at Muerte, who seemed to be faring quite just as well in the crowd as much as she was. “Did someone die nearby? Or did you just miss me?”
  Muerte exhales through his nose, amused. “No, I’m actually… protecting… someone.” 
  He was turning his head as if searching through the crowd, and his words caught her interest. 
  “‘Protecting’?” She parroted, but Muerte turned to another direction, almost losing him in the crowd if he hadn’t been taller than most of the people among them. 
  “Hey!” She called out in slight offense, not bothering with his rules as she pushed back against the crowd to get to him faster, angering a couple of people along the way who cursed and yelled as she went. He was hunched on one of the stalls, looking through the wonderful smelling baked goods that were lined in front of him, most the customers (especially the vendor) cowering in the corner at the sight of him.
  Well, guess they weren’t being discreet anymore.
  Blowing out a frustrated breath, she walks up to his side, giving an apologetic glance to the vendor. 
  “Protecting?” She repeats, actually considering buying some bread as the wonderful smell hits her nose. Guess she didn’t mind having a snack or so later on while reading. “I never thought you as the type.”
  “I’m not,” He replied, paying the shaking vendor with what he owes and grabbing the bagful of pastries he had bought. Which was, surprisingly, quite a lot. “But she’s important, and anything that happens to her would have dire consequences.”
  He turns to leave, much to the vendor’s relief, and she curses under her breath, quickly paying for the pastries she had placed on her basket before running to catch up to him. Just what was the point of  walking with her if he was going to keep leaving her in the first place? 
  “Slow down! Geez, it’s like you can’t wait up or something.” She grumbles, taking one of the bread from her basket and taking a bite out. “If this person is that important, then what the hell is she doing out here?”
  “Because she’s one hell of a stubborn doe.”
  He places a hand on her shoulder, ushering her through the crowd before she could react and leading her towards a clear field, empty and quiet, save for the doe that sat amongst the flowers and grass, humming a calming tune to herself as she weaved a flower crown.
  “Oh stars,” she breathed out, the realization crashing down on her.  “Is that--?”
  “Vida,” Muerte confirmed, then turned to her in a slight glare. “Don’t flirt. Trust me, we’ll never hear the end of it again.”
  A mischievous grin tugged up her lips. “Who says I’ll be flirting with you?” She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips at the look of disbelief and slight offense that crossed his face.
  “Muerte?” Vida’s voice broke through, and she froze in embarrassment at the thought of Vida hearing what she had said, feeling her cheeks slightly tingling as Muerte laughed at the look on her face. 
  “It’s me,” Muerte hums, being the first to walk towards the doe. “I brought you what you asked.” He lifts his hand that holds the bag full of pastries. “And an additional guest, if you don’t mind.”
  “Of course not!” Vida’s ears perked and her eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight of (Y/n) walking behind the towering wolf, pushing herself to her feet and immediately running towards her. “Oh look at you! Such a small thing! Come, come! Sit!” Vida ushers her towards the small picnic blanket that she must’ve set up earlier.
  “Thank you,” (Y/n) hummed, Muerte sitting in between her and Vida with a small secret glare. She scrunches her nose up at him, then turns to Vida with an exhausted huff. “He’s very nice, isn’t he?”
  Taking note of the sarcasm in her voice, Vida laughs with a snort, covering her mouth as she did so. “Oh he’s always been that way.” She starts, grabbing a pastry from the bag as Muerte rolls his eyes with a huff.
  “But you must be (Y/n)! Oh, Muerte has told me a lot about you!”
  That was a surprise. 
  “Oh?” She raised her brows up, mouth formed in a small ‘o’ as she couldn’t form the proper words to say.
  “Vida,” Muerte warns, stopping midway from sharpening one of his sickles as he gives her a glare. 
  “He does,” Vida continues with a teasing grin, much to Muerte’s clear dismay as he brings a hand up to his eyes with a groan. “As well as your… current predicament.” 
   “My..? Oh,” she rubs the back of her neck, “Well? Do you know how I got it? Maybe… you made a mistake?” Her voice shook lightly as she spoke, not knowing what Vida’s reaction would be if she had outright suggested a mistake in her making. To her relief, Vida simply gave her an apologetic smile and shook her head.
  “No, I don’t. And neither of us could smell a curse on you, either, so it’s not that. I’m sorry.”
  “It’s fine. I have a long life to figure it out.” (Y/n) grins. “You think Muerte will stick around?”
  “Well, he already talks quite fondly of you at home, so he might.” Vida grins, looking up at the wolf as she takes a bite out of the pastries, Muerte letting out another groan in the background.
  “Vida!”
  The next few hours or so went by just like that. With Vida oftentimes trying to embarrass Muerte that he threatened to leave the both of them here if they kept at it. At some point, Vida had shown her how to weave the flower crowns she was doing earlier, and they had fun trying to chase Muerte into wearing them (which after a few minutes of running around and begging, he finally sat down and agreed, though he had a sour look on his face the entire time with his arms crossed above his chest and a small pout on his lips).
  “Oh don’t be such a baby,” (Y/n) grins, reaching up to his head to place the crown on his head, his ears tilted back as he grumbled. She leans slightly backwards to get a better look at him, a proud smile on her lips. “See! You look so much better now—it adds some color to you.”
  He reaches up to the crown on his head, and she immediately smacks it away before he could even think of removing it.
  “Don’t take it off! I made that with my bare hands, you know!”
  “I do, I saw you just now.” He huffed, then turned to watch Vida as she interacted with some of the woodland animals that had strolled in earlier. (Y/n) watches her too, a small smile tugging up her lips.
  “She’s very nice,” she plucks a flower up from the ground, twirling it in between her fingers.
  “Too nice. It’s going to get her killed out here.”
  “Well I’m glad she has you to protect her all the time,”
  Muerte turns to her, an unexpected soft look on his face.
  “Really?”
  “Yeah,” she shrugged. “I mean, have you seen you? You can frighten anyone with those eyes.”
  “But not you?”
  She hums, “No, not really.”
  “Why not?” He turned back to check if Vida was okay, and found her basically making each and every animal that came near her a flower crown.
  “Because there’s nothing to be afraid of,” She smiles, looking up at him. “You’re beautiful, Muerte.”
  His breath hitched, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before he turned away. 
  “I--” He starts, but the words were immediately lost in his tongue. He couldn’t bring himself to look back up at her, but he could hear her fuzzing with her basket as she leaned ever so slightly towards him to support her weight, close enough where he could feel her warmth against his arm.
  “Ah crap,” She cursed, Muerte finally turning to look at her as she rubs a hand down her face. “I just remembered I have to get to the bar early tomorrow. Corin has the flu and everybody else is busy.” She sighs, pushing herself up to her feet with the basket on her arm. “He’s not going to die from that, is he?”
  Muerte snickered, shaking his head. “No, from what I last saw he still has a pretty long life ahead of him.”
  She breathed out a sigh of relief, a hand to her chest. Turning to look at Vida, it seemed that she was still busy tending to the animals, and she didn’t really feel like walking over there and having them all skitter and run away. 
  “Tell her that I had a great time,” 
  Muerte pushes himself up to his feet. “I’m sure she already knows that,” He grins. (Y/n) remembers the flower crown on his head, a laugh pushing past her lips.
  “I still better see that flower crown the next time we see each other.”
  He lets out a groan of complaint. “You know I can’t wear this when I’m out collecting souls!”
  “Alright! Fine!” (Y/n) huffed, leaning up to her toes to try and grab the crown. Muerte immediately had his hands on her hips in case she lost balance, ducking down just the slightest. She takes the crown in her hands, then plucks one of the strands of lilac decorated along the edges of the flowers, tucking it into a slightly loose thread in his black poncho. “There, at least you still have a pop of color on you.”
  She backs away with a hesitant step, patting his hands and lightly prying him away, her skin tingling where the warmth of his palm had been. 
  He eyes the small flower for a second, a small chuckle pushing past his lips. It was better than the flower crown, he had to say that. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t fall off.”
  “You better.” She threatens teasingly, squinting her eyes and pointing a finger at him. He laughs, nodding his head and holding both his arms up in mock defense. 
  “I better go,” (Y/n) eyes the darkening sky, “See you next time at the bar?”
  Muerte hums. 
  “I’ll be there.”
(Vida heard all of that, she's definitely teasing y'all the next time you see one another)
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spicyclover · 9 months
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Delilah | part one
Summary: “ Hey there, Delilah                  I know times are gettin' hard                  But just believe me, girl                  Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar                  We'll have it good                  We'll have the life we knew we would                  My word is good “
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
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You walk a weary step towards your daughter’s room, opening the door gently. You look inside before you slip into the room's darkness to wake up your daughter.
"Buenos días, cariño." You greet her, stroking her hair slowly. "Tienes que despertar. Tenemos que ir a la escuela." Good morning, baby. You have to wake up, and we have to go to school.
"Mamá, no quiero ir." She says, hiding her face in your pillow. Mommy, I don't want to go.
"It's not negotiable, you chuckle, stroking her hair once last time before opening the curtains.
Delilah growls before putting her duvet on her face, and you laugh at her grumpy head. She looks so much like her father in the morning. You go to the kitchen and make breakfast, feeding your little cat Gato.
Gato is the spitting image of the Puss in Boots trapped in Garfield’s body. You rescued him in a shelter about a year ago. He was Delilah’s birthday present for her fifth birthday. He was already in a deplorable condition, overweight, with a broken leg and an eye problem, but he was the one she wanted. And the truth is, Gato’s really getting better today.
"¡Mamá! Ven a ayudarme." Scream your daughter through the apartment. Mom! Help me.
"What's going on?"
"My brush is stuck." She responds in English.
Since her birth, you have always spoken to her in both languages; yours and his. You don’t want her to lose her roots, even if she never knew him. Talking to her in Spanish kind of brings her closer to him.
The bigger she gets, the more she looks like him. Sometimes when you look her in the eye, you see him, and she inherited his eyes, mouth, hair, and nervous tics.
You walk into the bathroom and watch your daughter slaughter her hair.
"¿Qué hiciste? Dios, eres realmente imposible." You pull on the brush, but a big knot has formed. What did you do? God, you are really impossible.
You take a breath and look at the damage. You evaluate all the possibilities, and you decide to remove the maximum of hair before taking scissors and cutting the stuck strands.
You braid it quickly to hide the damage, and you run to the kitchen realizing all the time you lost in the bathroom. Delilah swallows her breakfast fast, and you send her to brush her teeth while you make her schoolbag.
You dropped her off at school before you ran to your train to work.
Living in Fuengirola is great and way cheaper than in Marbella. So you made a compromise. If you want to live comfortably, you spend forty-five minutes every day of the week on a bus, morning and night. You work in a private primary school there.
You make more than regular teachers but do not live next door. Something It is exhausting to juggle Marbella and Fuengirola. Your daughter and your students, your schedule and hers.
You finish your day at 3:30. When the bell rings, you gather your things and hurry to the bus station, taking the bus home. You spend half an hour correcting homework and getting ahead of your weekly classes, and you can’t wait to find your daughter and hug her.
We must say that since she was born. It’s always been just you two. You two and the rest of the world, or almost. Your next-door neighbour, Paola, looks after Delilah every day after school until you get home. She also brings her to her ballet classes at night while you make dinner and continue your work.
Today is no exception. You come home and drop off your stuff, knowing Delilah is at her dance class. You shower, change into comfortable clothes, and prepare dinner for the three of you. It’s weird when you think about it. You want to spend most of your time with her, but you don’t even have three hours with her every day. Just thinking about makes you have tears in your eyes.
You heard the door open, and in a second, a little girl with brown eyes came running into your arms.
"¡Mamá! ¡Mamá! Hoy tuve un 10 de 10 en la escuela de matemáticas. También hice una nueva amiga, se llama Carla." She’s screaming at you. Showing you the copy, the teacher wrote the perfect note. "And the teacher said we can bring our dads next week for La semana del padre." Her attitude changes a little, and a little sadness appears. "Do you think he will come?" Mom! Mom! I had a 10 out of 10 in school today in mathematics. I also made a new friend, her name is Carla.
Okay, let's put things in perspective. You technically didn’t tell Delilah that her father never wanted her; instead, he is a great pilot who travels the world searching for treasure. You would say to her the truth eventually. But the bigger she gets, the harder it gets to tell the cruel reality that her father never wanted her. 
Carlos never wanted to be a father, and when he found out you were pregnant when you were only nineteen, he left you on the spot, leaving you alone in this mess.
You resented him terribly and didn’t want anyone to say his name for quite some time after he left you. So, it became taboo, and his name became a curse in your family. Your father wasn’t happy with you being pregnant this young and without a husband, and he’s been refusing to talk to you ever since.
Your mother is still trying to reconcile you, but your father is too nippy to bend his principles. So, Delilah never got to know her grandparents, either. And you’re not even sure that Carlos' family knows she exists. 
When you were pregnant, you’d hesitated for a long time whether to tell Carlos when she was born. You still made the gesture of sending a message on the day of her birth to inform him, but you never got an answer.
Life went on, and you managed to make it. You live in a lovely apartment, small but comfortable, and you no longer depend on endless ends of months.
"I don't think he'll make it, baby." You say sadly, avoiding a look from Paola.
"Oh, Okay." she sights, disappointed, and you felt terrible.  
Later that evening, Delilah was sleeping in bed, and Paola was helping you put everything away. You were both very quiet, with neither wanting to break that silence. However, you did see her staring at you all night.
“Stop giving me the side eye.” 
“Am not.”
“You are, and you know you are.”
“You should have told her way before. That’s all I am going to say about this.”
You sight before turning your body to hers. 
“It’s complicated, and I don’t want her to be broken when she found out that he never wanted her and left to live his dream while I was saving every penny I got to be able to eat something at least once a day. I don’t want her to feel the way I’ve felt for the past seven years.”
Paola doesn’t say anything, but her eyes deviate to a little human behind you. 
“Mama,” mumbles Delilah. 
You look at her and sigh. “Well, we will have this conversation way sooner than expected.” you think, taking her in your arm and going back to her room to put her back to sleep.
“¿Acaso no me ama?” She asks when you place her in her bed, one’s more. Doesn’t he love me?
“No lo sé, cariño. Es complicado. Tu padre es una persona complicada.” You say, stroking her hair. I don't know, baby. It's complicated. Your dad is a complex person.
“¿He hecho algo malo?” Did I do something wrong?
“You did nothing wrong. We were just too young, and he was too immature to take responsibility. This has nothing to be with you. You are perfect the way you are, and I love you with all my heart. But if you want. I can try and contact him and see if we can meet? ¿Es algo que te interesaría?” Is this something that you would be interested in?
“¡Sí, mamá!” 
You kiss her head and close the door getting back to the living room. Paola returned to her apartment, and you sat by the door, wondering what to do. 
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Delilah; six years old. ^^
Inspire by
Hey there, Delilah What's it like in New York city? I'm a thousand miles away But, girl, tonight you look so pretty Yes, you do Time square can't shine as bright as you I swear, it's true
Hey there, Delilah Don't you worry about the distance I'm right there if you get lonely Give this song another listen Close your eyes Listen to my voice, it's my disguise I'm by your side
Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me (2x) What you do to me
Hey there, Delilah I know times are gettin' hard But just believe me, girl Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar We'll have it good We'll have the life we knew we would My word is good
Hey there, Delilah I've got so much left to say If every simple song I wrote to you Would take your breath away I'd write it all Even more in love with me, you'd fall We'd have it all
Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me (2x)
A thousand miles seems pretty far But they've got planes and trains and cars I'd walk to you if I had no other way Our friends would all make fun of us And we'll just laugh along because we know That none of them have felt this way Delilah, I can promise you That by the time we get through The world will never ever be the same And you're to blame
Hey there, Delilah You be good and don't you miss me Two more years and you'll be done with school And I'll be makin' history like I do You'll know it's all because of you We can do whatever we want to Hey there, Delilah; here's to you, This one’s for you
Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me (2x) What you do to me
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rinstrumental · 8 months
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ellie gf headcanons pt. 2
# i’m a headcanon machine i cant be stopped… also she is literally a cheesy ass lose girlfriend this part is actually canon confirmed by naughty dog. modern au
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if your native language isn’t english/speak any language other than english she is going to think you’re ten times cooler than you already are. best believe she’s hopping on duolingo first thing she gets home too so she can impress you (i know duolingo isn’t the best but she’s TRYING)
she took spanish in high school though
even though she can’t retain the info for shit she will search up terms of endearment in your language and call you them all the time even if you think its corny she can’t stop
whenever someone asks her what her type is she just says “my girl” with the most stupid grin on her face
she fidgets SO much omg she doesn’t wear rings often but when she does (you said they looked nice one time and all of a sudden she’s wearing rings every time you see her) she’s constantly playing with them. she also plays with the strings of her hoodie/loose threads etc.
*playing basketball* “this one’s for you babe” *completely misses*
such a nerd for collectibles!! has been since she was a kid. she has funko pops, vinyls, pokemon cards, snowglobes, plushies, smiskis, calico critters she’s a slave to capitalism
little social media presence. her only instagram account is basically a photo dump which is private with only her closest friends following it. (spoiler alert, most of the pictures are of the two of you)
in the last post i said she’s have a pet gecko but i also strongly believe joel would have a dog. could be a teeny tiny chihuahua or a fucking great dane idk just give my man a good friend! ellie also loves that dog (whatever it is) dearly
doesn’t have any piercings and doesn’t ever consider it unless you say that they’d look good on her… your word is her law FR 😭😭😂😂
okay no she’s not dependent on you to the point of it being toxic though. HOWEVER it’s a bit hard for her to express when she feels upset sometimes and gets jealous easily but she tries her best to communicate and keep it healthy
she has her tattoos though of course. although this is a modern au so she’d have different ones i guess… forearm one is definitely in the cards but also lots of tiny little ones. a few for her friends and family and a few she got in a drunken stupor
pottery lesbian that’s it
gets SOOO red when she’s drunk i dont care what anyone says her alcohol tolerance is average at best
i think she would play a sport sometimes. like volleyball. she plays competitively if she’s in school and she always wants you to come “watch your girlfriend be cool”. bring a sign - she’ll love it
kisses and hugs u after the game while she’s all sweaty too…ew but aw
she also really likes animated movies, not disney but like how to train your dragon and the spiderverse and puss in boots (im projecting). she went to see barbie and oppenheimer on the same day and she didn’t dress up but the spirit was there!!
she’s not a gymbro per se but joel probably would have workout equipment in the basement which ellie uses from time to time. and she’s just naturally lean because she’s an active person. pls tell her how big and strong and sexy and amazing she is
ok fine i think she likes being praised AND SHE DESERVES ITT like she’s such a wonderful girlfriend ❤️ ugh shes perfect I CANT STAND HER
goodnight and good morning texts are part of her routine
sunburns easily so you have to remind her to wear sunscreen all the time
doesn’t really know how to do makeup but she’ll paint your nails for you and do your hair
whenever the two of you spend the night together she’s usually last to get up. this bitch could sleep through the rapture i’m not kidding but it’s okay because it gives you time to admire her pretty face as she sleeps in peace and quiet for once
takes the aux very seriously you guys HAVE to share it. unless you like the same music and i think she would like radiohead, joy division, deftones and loser sad songs like that…. she also is a big fan of the spiderverse soundtrack and kendrick lamar though and thee stallion 😜 (i have two wolves inside me)
please reblog mwah thank you!!
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gabyscafe · 1 year
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˚Petting Death[PIBTLW] for the first time˙
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It's a Reader x Death, from "Puss in boots: the last wish".
Y/n can you your favorite (medium size) animal if you want.
The Reader will be female.
Have a Nice read!
Y/n was in the forest getting some strawberries for a jelly. She always like the company of the forest, always so calm. "I think I got enough... " She gets up and make her way, to her home.
When she arrived the front door, a figure could be seem. A wolf, but not any wolf, her wolf! "How long have you been waiting here?" She get down to see his face half covered by the hood "About ten minutes, I guess... "
"Sorry to make you wait" "estas bien..." Death said lowering the hood. "You are here now anyway... " Y/n kissed his nose, and get up. "Let's come in! " she said picking up the strawberry hamper. Lobo get up as well, and both come inside the house.
Y/n put the strawberries on the table, and begins to wash it those. "What are you gonna do with these?" he ask stealing one from the hamper. "A jelly" "puedo ayudarte?" "claro!"
They starts to cut the fruits, and make the jelly. But then Death accidentally bumped on Y/n, and make she dropped the pan with the Jelly almost done. "Oh mierda! Are you okay?!" "Si, it doesn't hurt me at all!" He sigh of relief, and his ears went down "lo siento mucho, I.. I didn't mean doing it-" "No, No it's okay! It's not your fault! "
He looked down avoiding eye contact, feeling a little shame. "Hey, mira me, eso no es su culpa!" She put her hands on Death cheeks, making him to look her. "Hey... Who's my good boy?" You gotta be kidding me-
"I... I am?" "Si! You are!" She smiled and starts rubbing his head, he give her a chuckled. Y/n still petting him until he felt better, "Okay, now time to make another Strawberry Jelly! " She picks up the hamper, and looked at Death "quieres acompañar me?" "You can go ahead, I will be right behind" she go out of the house.
Death smile and touch his own head, remembering the feeling of being petted. "Eso era agradable... "
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Estas bien = it's okay
Puedo ayudarte? = can I help you?
Claro! = Sure!
Mierda = Shit
Lo siento mucho = I'm so sorry
Hey, mira me, eso no es su culpa! = Hey, look at me, this is not your fault!
Quieres acompañar me? = do you want to come with me?
Eso era agradable = it's feel nice
✩.・*:。≻───── ⋆♡⋆ ─────.•*:。✩
Sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language. Hope u guys like it, and see ya next time!
~☕💖🌺
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humanfleshbutcher · 1 year
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Hiii! Can you make a platonic x reader with puss in boots (the last wish version) where the reader is a kitten and keeps calling him papá. I just thought it would be a super cute idea but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!
THIS IS AWESOMMEEEE
Puss in boots+ Reader 'Papa?'
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Summary: After Puss in boots saved you, you saw him more than a legend, but a father.
!PLATONIC!
You don't know where you are. One minute, you're just traversing the forest alone, and the next you're in someones hands as they carry you deeper into the forest. You meow frantically, not knowing what to do.
They continue to carry you, the dark forest making things unnecessarily more menacing, especially to a young kitten like you. Your ears were down, your tail was swishing rapidly.
"Stop it!" One of the people whispered to the one who was carrying you.
"What am I supposed to do? I'm not the one meowing!" She whisper yelled to the other girl.
"Idk just shush it! If he hears us it'll be your fault!" The girl with blonde hair esponded angrily. The girl that was carrying you picked you up to eye level, then poked your head.
"Be quiet!" She mumbled to you, going to poke you once again.
"Hey!" Someone yelled out from behind the girl, they all instantly turned around, turning to face the owner of the voice.
"Drop the kitten." He said in a dark tone. A blade was pointed at both of the girls, the one holding it being a ginger cat. He was wearing boots and a hat with a belt around his waist.
"Ah, Puss in boots. Just who we were looking for." The black haired girl said, pulling out a poster.
'Wanted, dead or alive.'
There was a picture on the poster, perfectly drawing out your savior, Puss in boots.
The Cat tilted his head to the side a bit. "So in order to get me here, you've decided to kidnap a kitten from a shelter and drag it to the centre of the woods?"
The girls stayed silent for a second, all of them looking at you.
"Uh- YEah! And it worked, as you can see!" One of them answered, pulling out her sword... well more like a blade. Puss eyed it, before smirking.
With a flick of the wrist, he knocked the blade out of the girls hands. After a second, she regained her posture and pulled out a second one.
"Haha!"
Puss knocked it out again, his smirk still on his face.
"It's gonna take more than a blade to get the Legendary Puss in boots!" He taunted. The girls looked at each other for a moment, before dropping you to the ground and landing on your feet.
"On the other hand, we don't know why we came here. Bye!"
And with that they ran away. Puss retracted his sword and fixed his hat.
"Hm, amateurs." He scoffed, before kneeling down in front of you.
"Not to worry little kitten, you're safe now." He stretched out his hand, and petted you. You leaned into his hand and started purring.
Puss smiled.
"Papa"
His eyes widened. You were staring at him with a smile. Puss let out a nervous chuckle.
"Heh, um no i'm not your papa-"
"Papa!"
... He honestly doesn't know what to do. He just stared at you as you rubbed your head into his hand, purring ever so slightly.
He was just thinking. This never ever happened to him before. What does one even do in this scenario??? He just watched as you sat down in front of him and meowed.
After 10 seconds of silence, puss let out a defeated breath.
"Well, I don't see why you can't hang around with me a little more... But then, I will bring you back to the shelter where it is safe." He stated, picking you up.
"Papa!" You once again said, earning a chuckle from him.
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Bonus scene:
"Ah, so thats how that happened." Kitty softpaws said, turning to you watching at perrito with curious eyes as he rambled on about how cute you were.
"Yeah, but Y/N is an entertaining one." Puss responded, drink some of his leche.
"Woah, woah, woah! You already named them?" She asked, honestly surprised. He just nodded, looking unbothered to the slightest.
Kitty swished her leche around in her cup, before coming up with another question.
"How long have you had them now?"
"2 months."
"2 MONTHS?!"
(Yeah he felt to guilty to bring you back to the shelter, you're too adorable)
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Sorry this took a while to write and if it looks rushed! I only saw it this morning and tried to write it as fast as possible, it's a little shorter than the others but I hoped you enjoyed it!
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cherrygummycandy · 1 year
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Rescue from the Rescue
A platonic! Puss-in-boots and Perrito x reader
Summary: Working as a helper at Mama Lunas isn't always easy, and unexpected things can happen. Though, you never though meeting a Spanish-speaking cat and a dog dressed as a cat would be one of those things.
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(An: This request was orginally for a younger niece or nephew of Mama Luna, but I didn't want to make it too gender specific (and I couldn't for the love of me figure out how to make a realistic family tree for Luna) so I made the reader an occasional volunteer. Please enjoy!
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Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. The scratchy sound of the broom rings out as your broom glides across the floor, as bits of fur, spare litter, and kibble are swept up into the dustpan. You hum a soft tune, swaying in turn to the beat. "Oh, Little Helper, come here!" Mama Luna's voice rings out across the brightly colored casa. "Coming, Miss Luna." You prop the broom up against the wall, grabbing the dustpan and dumping the contents in the nearby trashcan. 'Don't want any of the cats trudging through this and undoing my work.' You think, placing the now empty pan back by the broom.
You hurry through the house, tiptoeing across persians, shorthairs, and tabbies as you attempt not to step on any tails. You step into the living and sigh in relief, having dodged all the cats. Mama Luna sits in her rocking chair, knitting what appears to be yet another pair of cat mittens. "Oh, come here child." She waves you over, eyes not leaving the yarn project in front of her. "I'm planting a catnip bush out by the garden, would ya' mind tilling the soil?" She asks, stopping to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. You nod, but pause with a grimace when you see the plethora of cats napping atop her ratty grey hair. "Yeah, sure. Do you know where the garden supplies are?" She waves a hand over in the direction of the backdoor. "Just check the bag by the door." As you step away, slipping at the back door, you hear her call. "Thank ya', Little Helper! I'll make ya a real nice sweater for this. You giggle a little, and shake your head.
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Stepping down the rickety steps of the porch, you enter the garden. Bright stone walls enclose the area, decked out with various hanging plants. The ground is carefully decorated with all sorts of colorful plants, from poinsettias to marigolds. You smile, remembering the first time you entered Mama Luna's garden, coming to ask for some Marigolds for your Dia De Los Muertos altar. Honestly, you have no idea she managed to keep this garden looking so nice before you came along, seeing as anytime you see her she's knitting or bathing cats.
Just as you begin looking for a trowl, your ears perk up at a nearby sound. "So, Pickles, what do you want to do today? I was thinking-" "WE are not going to do anything, Perrito. I am going to sun in el jardín." You watch in amazement as what appears to be a talking cat strolls into the garden, standing on two legs. Behind him follows a, cat? 'What is that thing?' You think, tilting your head in confusion. The scrawny creatures look less like a cat, and more like a rat in a feline costume. "Oh! Sunning, just like a real cat! I'll join you, maybe I can sun my belly." The little animal says. "Um, excuse me?" You say, stepping forward to make your princess known. The orange cat jumps in shock, dropping to stand on all-fours, while his companion lowers his head, and attempts to use his hood, which has a cat face poorly knitted on it. "Uh... meow?" The orange cat tries. You furrow your brows, before looking back toward the house in realisation.
"Oh, you're worried Mama Luna will hear you. I won't tell her anything, I promise." You place a hand on your chest and kneel down, reaching the orange tabby's height. "I'm Mama Luna's helper, I just stop by from time to time, helping her with chores and what not. And you are?" The cat hesitates, green eyes looking you over cautiously, before standing back on two legs and taking a dramtic bow. "I am known by many names, but you, pequeño ayudante, may call me Puss." You smile, amused. "But your tag says pick-" "I know what the tag says! That is simply the name given to me by the-" Puss shudders, and glances at the house. "Iady of the house." He finishes. As you nod, your attention is drawn to his friend behind him.
"Who's your friend, Puss?" You ask, looking at the strange sweatered animal. Puss sighs, gesturing weakly with a paw. "This is Perrito, and, he is not my friend." Puss explains, barley glancing at Perrito. "Perrito... the cat? That seems like an odd name." You feign confusion, slowly reaching for Perrito's hood. Suddenly, you flip it back, revealing the a small, scrappy looking dog. "A chihuaha?" You exclaim, as the dog yelps. "Oh! Please, please, please don't tell Mama Luna, I don't really go into the house, I live under the por-" Perrito goes on, frantically rambling about his living conditions under the porch. Puss scoffs, turning away from the dog and pressing a paw to his forehead. You, on the other hand, feel your smile drop at the pitiful little pup. "Hey, calm down, please?" You ask, putting your hands out in front of you. Perrito's rambling stops and he looks up at you. "I'm not gonna kick you out or anything, I promise. You're a stray, right?" He nods. "Look, I know Mama Luna probably wouldn't be to keen on keeping a dog, or letting a walk around talking and standing." You admit. Perrito and Puss watch, waiting for your next words. "But, I'm not Mama Luna, so I guess I'll have to let it slide." Puss smiles and nods with gratitude, while Perrito hops up in delight. "Oh wow! Can you believe it Puss? Now, I've gone from no friends, to two friends in one day!" Perrito exclaims, tail wagging back and forth.
"We aren't amigos, amigo." Puss retorts. "Look, I have to finish tilling the soil, Mama Luna wants some new plants going in over there." You point towards the northern end of the garden, to a small bare patch under a tree. "But, once I'm done, maybe you guys can tell me a bit about yourselves?" You suggest. "Wow, Okay! Hey, I'm really good at digging. I bet if I help, we can get done even quicker!" Perrito exclaims. Before you can even respond, he bounds over to the unused soil and begins to dig at a frantic pace. You chuckle to yourself, and look a Puss. "He's... a bit odd, no?" Puss says, tilting his head as he watches Perrito fall into a hole that he just dug. "I'll say. Y'know, I'm looking forward to learning more about you, Puss. It's not everyday I meet a talking cat." You say, looking to the ground sheepishly as you kick a pebble. "Well, it seems like Perrito could be at it for a while... why don't I just started with the story now, sí?"
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It's been several hours, much longer than you realize, since the three of you began to discuss your pasts. You were amazed to learn about the adventures of Puss. You couldn't imagine going through half the things he has. Not only that, but you didn't actually know cats had nine lives, you always assumed it was a myth. "So, I say to the man, 'That is the last time you'll cross Puss-in-boots!'" Puss exclaims, finishing a story. Perrito stands on his hind legs and claps, while you let out a loud cheer. You quickly cover your mouth to stifle the sound, realizing Mama Luna must be asleep. "Oh my god, w-what time is it?" You ask, looking up and realizing how dark it's gotten. "About 9:00, why?" Perrito asks. You hop up quickly, moving up the steps and towards the backdoor. "I need to pack up, I must've gotten carried away with your great story-telling puss." You compliment. Puss follows you in, but Perrito stops at the edge of the door. "Perrito, you sure you don't want to come in? Mama Luna's sight isn't what it used to be." You suggest Perrito smiles, but shakes his head. "Nah, I've got a cozy corner under the porch waiting for me, besides, the rats are probably expecting me back." He gives you a goodbye, and you smile sadly as the chihuaha scrambles under a lookse board of the porch, fall down under the porch with a 'pop'.
You hurry to begin the journey back home, tying your boots and avoiding cats as you grab your bag and coat. As you do a last minute chek, to ensure everything you need is with you, you see Puss out of the corner of your eye. He is stood leaning against the bottom of a bookshelf, seemingly conflicted. "Puss?" You ask softly. His head snaps up, and he looks at you. "Are you okay?" You ask. "Fine, just thinking is all." He says. You feel that there is something more, but simply turn away. As your hand moves to reach the door, he says one final thing.
"How often do you stop by?"
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tomtefairytaleblog · 11 months
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Once you know that Marissa Meyer based The Lunar Chronicles (and specifically Cinder, the first book) on an old Sailor Moon fanfic she wrote, the inspiration can be fairly obvious (most obvious being the missing princess from the moon and the threat of war between Earth and the Moon). That being said, there’s enough of Meyer’s own inspiration/ideas in there to help make it stand out (the futuristic setting, for one thing).
But it did make me think: Bill Ellis (who I mentioned on here before) wrote an essay about Princess Tutu where he said that Cinderella--the fairy tale Cinder retells--is an archetypal precedent to magical girl transformations. Cinderella and Sailor Moon have premises unique to themselves, but then I thought about the basics of both stories: both Cinderella and Usagi start out as girls who are at a low point of their life (Cinderella is mistreated by her stepfamily, while Usagi is chronically late for school and failing tests--one is arguably worse than the other, sure, but the point is, neither of them is doing great in their own way). Then both of them encounter magic (fairy godmother, talking space cat, etc.) that gives them, as Ellis puts it, the skills they need to accomplish whatever they need to do (go to the ball, fight evil). For an added bonus, no one at the ball ever recognizes Cinderella, similar to how no one ever puts it together that Usagi is Sailor Moon, despite her never covering her face (though she did have a mask in the early chapters of the manga). Also, there’s a prince in both stories.
With that in mind, it’s not hard to see how it was easy for Meyer to take inspiration from Sailor Moon in her Cinderella retelling. (Interestingly enough, the original fanfic was a Puss in Boots AU, because as Meyer pointed out, both Puss in Boots and Sailor Moon have talking cats.)
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writingshushf1 · 1 year
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Can I request a fluff, with maybe some slight smut, reader and Mick Schumacher, reader is recovering from a Tonsillectomy and is in quite a lot of pain and Toto gives Mick leave so he can take care of you. You and Mick are dating.
Thank you
Taking care of you
Summary: recovering from a tonsillectomy with your loving boyfriend.
Rating: +12
Warnings: recovery from a surgery (???)
Word count: 0.8k
Note: pure fluff and cuteness, how i like it
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As the anesthesia wore off, you groggily blinked your eyes open, feeling a sharp pain in your throat. You winced, your throat feeling raw and swollen. At first, you tried to speak, but it came out hoarse and barely audible. The recent tonsillectomy had left you feeling miserable and in a lot of pain. It was an easy and painless procedure, they’ve said.
Toto has given time off from work to Mick, so he could take care of you during her recovery. He had been a pillar of support, bringing you ice chips, pain medication, and comforting with gentle words. You were grateful for his presence, even though she couldn't express it verbally. Mick was determined to make your recovery as comfortable as possible. He had set up a cozy makeshift bed for you in the living room, complete with fluffy pillows and warm blankets. He had also stocked up on your favorite comfort foods, including soothing soups and ice cream to help soothe your sore throat.
Schumacher wouldn't leave your side, he seemed to be wanting to take your pain on himself, he hated it all and just wanted you to be better.
"I found that ice cream you liked that just disappeared a few months ago!" He reached over with the pot and two spoons. "I also thought we could watch a movie. What do you think?" He waited for you to make a positive sign before sitting down next to you, leaving a kiss on your head. "Well, I've heard that the new Puss in Boots looks amazing, even though it doesn't sit our usual choice, I won't deny that it would be nice to be distracted."
He put the animation on the television, making a point of helping you eat - which came with a protest from you, as what was recovering were your tonsils, not your arms. Still, he wanted to keep pampering you as much as possible.
That night, Mick called your parents to tell them how you were doing and the status of your recovery, getting a mild spanking from your mother for not letting the most beautiful man on earth just do all the little things for you. Then when you were comfortable enough to sleep, you saw that he was sorting out some work stuff and was constantly texting other people, that's when you tugged on his jumper to get the German's attention, wanting to know what was going on.
"It's just... Maybe I'll have a seat next year?"
You lovingly hugged him, proud of his accomplishment.
Despite the pain, you found solace in the blond's presence. He was always by your side, patiently tending to your needs, and providing comfort with his gentle touch and caring words. He made you laugh with his quirky jokes and brought you small surprises to lift her spirits during the long days of recovery.
As the days passed, your pain gradually eased, and started to regain your strength again. Schumacher's care and attention had made a significant difference in your recovery, and you were grateful for his unwavering support. You realized how lucky you were to have such a caring and loving partner.
One day, your voice started to return, albeit weakly. You looked deeply at Mick with a grateful smile and whispered.
"Thank you for taking care of me, Mick. You've been amazing." Mick smiled back, his eyes filled with warmth, and he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face.
"I'd do anything for you, schatz." Mick said softly. "Seeing you in pain was tough, but taking care of you was a privilege. You mean the world to me, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."
You felt her heart swell with emotion, reaching out to hold the German’s hand. You realized that your bond had grown even stronger through this experience, and you were so grateful for his care.
Having Mick by your side, you continued to recover, and soon enough, was back on your feet, feeling better than ever. You knew that your tonsillectomy had been a challenging experience, but it had also brought her and Mick closer together in a profound way. As you looked back on those days of pain and recovery, you realized that it was not just the physical healing, but also the emotional support and love from Schumacher that had helped it through. You were grateful for his unwavering presence, and you knew that their bond was unbreakable. Relationships always come with those unpredictable events, however no one ever teaches you how to deal with it, on the other hand, the blond seemed so prepared to give you nothing but attention for the whole time.
With a newfound appreciation for Mick's love, you were eager to continue their journey together, knowing that they could overcome any challenge as long as they were by each other's side - like a new team for him in the upcoming year. Your love had been somewhat tested and had emerged stronger, and you two were filled with hope and excitement for their future together.
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blue-jisungs · 8 months
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americano
song inspo. americano — lady gaga
summary. heeseung’s one and only goal is to catch you. so why does he fail… again?
au. idk how to call it? cyberpunk? sci-fi? villain/thief!y/n x policeman/guard!heeseung (the way i wanted to write it the other way around but seeing those pics made me think “hee mean cop agenda brrr” so yeah)
warnings. violence, guns, swearing
a/n. not gonna lie this fic is inspired by the usage of earlier mentioned song in the ‘puss in boots’ (the scene where they dance battled help i loved it as a kid), cyberpunk2077 and my one and only zanna banana’s ( @slytherinshua ) fic “fight for freedom” ALSO with heeseung in similar setting (recommend it go read it go go go)!! i actually wanted to write something like this in a while after reading yours… but i wouldn’t be myself if i didn’t turn one of the sides evil teehee!
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the buzzing of the a/c was the only sound in the room, people too scared to say anything. heeseung was sitting at his desk, chin resting on his intertwined fingers as his brown, cold eyes pierced through poor niki’s soul.
“what do you mean you lost her?” heeseung asked slowly, annoyed. people knew niki is one of his favourites, which is why he was still calm (in a way). otherwise, the desks would have been flipped upside down by now.
“s-she took the engine and- and hopped on a motorcycle. the streets were too narrow to fit with our cars and-“ niki stuttered, shaking hands hidden behind his back.
“i’ll vouch for him, i was the driver” jay stepped out, causing a look from everyone “it seems she already planned this”
“so did we, jeongseong” heeseung grunted, turning around on his chair and letting out a deep sigh. his eyes meeting the pin board with all the available data and information, back up plans and all the possible escape routes.
and yet… you still managed to escape. with the engine worth ten times more than his paycheck that was supposed to be arriving to the client… in ten minutes.
“hee– sir, she mentioned something” jay spoke out quietly. sunghoon sent him a warning look but he shrugged it off. heeseung turned around, his interest piqued. with a gesture of his hand, he signalled jay to continue speaking “she said something about a rooftop”
the cold light from the led lamps shone on heeseung’s frowning face. his team watched him grab the navy jacket that was hung on his chair before he stormed out in a rush.
“prepare a good excuse why the engine haven’t arrived or you’re all getting extra paper work!” he yelled out before leaving the police station.
hopping on his motorcycle and putting on the helmet, he didn’t hesitate to break some of the speeding rules. it’s not like people in the city don’t do the same.
his grip on the throttle tightened when his mind started wandering around you. y/n. the pain in his ass.
he knew that this city is full of thieves, bandits and criminals; it was no surprise. you… you were top of the top when it came to stealing. he didn’t know that yet, but the first case in his career was a stolen engene. he was later to find out that it was you.
years passed by when he got promoted, one of the cases when he finally caught you. it was an emotional night, he almost died but it was a price of catching you, his nemesis. to you it was no surprise heeseung was the policeman who was always on your back but he… he was bewildered. the thief he was trying to catch for the past two years was you… y/n? his high school crush?
with your capture came another promotion, etc etc. he put his soul in interviewing you but nothing. you didn’t spill nothing and in fact, you only flirted with him. his younger self was freaking out but the heeseung he was now just wanted to know if you’re working alone.
and if you were… he was impressed. maybe he shouldn’t, but after your escape from the prison… he certainly was. well, mostly pissed. but heeseung is an ambitious man and promised himself to catch you again.
which wasn’t that easy, considering you disappeared into thin air… until today.
they, protocol team, was typed as a security transfer of an engine. the thing in this city was that all the rich people wanted to have the best cars. which meant high quality parts, including engines. the market was skyrocketing, drawing attention to thieves and punks. so when an engine was custom made for the mayor, it was their job to transfer it safely. because such hi-tech engine, in wrong hands, could lead to the grow of, well… advanced technology in gangs. which he definitely didn’t want to happen.
and the engine wasn’t usual either. it’s not the engine, the heavy part that’s in every car. it’s called engine because a small part, sometimes slightly bigger than a thumb, controls the whole car. with all the programs installed on it, the owner could put on bulletproof windows, break the speed limit and who knows what else.
arriving at the building, he took off the helmet and left it. there was a possibility it’ll be stolen but currently, he didn’t care.
jumping over the steps – and thanks to the hours spent at the gym – he was at the very top of the building in no time.
the city, even in the middle of the night, was alive and noisy. neon lights blinking in various colors, chatter of people and loud music coming from the clubs.
he looked around the roof, a pang hitting his heart. the roof where he confessed to you. now he’d take you to the restaurant, candles and wine… but he was just a teenager with no money back then. now–
“hi there, mr policeman”
his gaze snapped back, realising you somehow kept hidden.
“give it back” he grunted, approaching you.
“heeseung, why so tense?” you hummed, swiftly stepping back but careful enough to approach the edge of the building.
“because you piss me off and make my life literal hell” heeseung hissed, checking if he brought his gun. he did.
“that’s so sweet of you. give me one reason why i even should think about giving you the engine back?” you tilted your head with a playful smile.
him and you both knew you were right. there was literally nothing he could offer you, especially as the number one priority on their haunting list.
“well…” he started, realising you’re fidgeting the engine in your hands. the neon wires lit up a bit due to the warmth of your hand.
“well?” you teased, the cyber parts of your right palm reflecting the shine.
“name it, then. why’d you get me here in the first place?” he scoffed, crossing his arms and scanning your figure.
the cyber parts transplantation wasn’t illegal… well, those that were destined for illegal things were, at least. for example, last time you were at the police station and they did a body scan, it showed them you have all the tools needed to unlock a lock just in your pointer finger. the middle finger was a lighter… and so on. and it was only two years ago. it frightened him to think what other modifications you had made in the mean time.
“well… i was bored you see. i really like you heeseung. and our little play dates where you try to catch me and all” you clicked your tongue “you were such a cutie patootie in high school… maybe if the things didn’t turn out as they did, we’d be together? who knows?”
“y/n… it’s not to late. if you change, i can help you. i really can” heeseung said, voice stern.
“i think… it’s my nature, heeseung” you scoffed, letting a deep breath “maybe one day. will you wait for me?”
he poked his cheek with his tongue. damn his stupid heart and his stupid feelings for you.
“i will” he breathed out. you halted, eyes piercing him curiously.
“that’s… a relief. but for now–“ you fixed your hair “don’t try to catch me, i’m living at the edge of the law”
“what?” he asked, eyes widening.
“you look handsome today, mr policeman” you smiled, satisfaction sinking in. you slowly passed him by, patting his arm “see you at another date, hm? what was that you were thinking earlier…? restaurant, candles…? sounds like a plan to me”
“w-what?” heeseung stuttered and turned around, looking as you walked away. he was completely frozen.
“see you later, heeseungie!” you called, throwing the engine up and catching it mid air.
heeseung watched you calmly walk away, with the thing he was supposed to obtain. and his heart. he knew you’ll be back and yet, he felt at ease letting you go. well, run away from him. again.
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