Tumgik
#sometimes you just wanna be a fluffball
fatuismooches · 4 months
Note
Hi hi, first off I love scrolling your page. It has become part of my morning routine to read at least one of your posts before I do anything else. 2. I may not like Dottore but I do just wanna steal Pufftore for myself to cuddle.
In that sense, as something that was created and forgotten in the giant lab of his, Dottore truly forgot the thing existed until he spotted it in the room where reader was during their coma. He was ready to rush in and grab the "abomination" but ended up just standing there in the doorway and watching the creature climb on the bed and reader just subconsciously reacts the fluffball by turning their head slightly with no other movements.
It was the first time in maybe decades since reader has fallen into their second coma that he's seen reader react to anything. Even when he administered medicines and other treatments. Sometimes there would be small twitches of their fingers but nothing like them turning their head towards the creature who decided to nap right by their head.
The next time he visits reader, the fluffball had shifted to lay against readers side and he leaves it be, the creature wasn't doing anything but napping away. The day one of the younger segments burst though his office door in a panic, he is seen sprinting down the halls to reader's room. The door is slammed opened and there you are hugging Pufftore in one arm sleepily while another segment is taking your vitals. Reader who turned their head when he burst in smiled before asking, "did you make this cutie to keep me company while you were away?"
He didn't have the heart to tell them that it was an accidental experiment and was supposed to be destroyed. So he lied and said yes. Of course he and the other segments are jealous of the stupid creature getting all of the attention but reader as content with having a fluffy little companion while he was away at work. So the creature gets to live simply because it makes his s/o happy.
Sorry for the word vomit, it kinda got away from me ^^;
I'M LITERALLY GONNA CRY RN THIS IS AMAZING ANON 😭❤️ (And thank you so much!! I'm honored to be part of your routine 🥺🫶) ugh,,, i'm gonna be obsessing and brainrotting over this so hard...
Honestly, with all of the segments doing their own little experiments and the vast space of the lab, there are just things that are bound to get lost along the line. But they never care too much, because they tend to get bored with their experiments very quickly and forget about them when they stop being interesting. The blue abomination of a fox just so happened to be one of them. Discarded to the side with no real thought. He assumed it would up and die somehow but instead, he sees the unnamed creature clamber up your bed, with its stumpy little legs, and nuzzle into your sleeping body. And then you move. You move. He's been trying so, so hard to get you to react to something, anything, and a little abomination is the one who does it? All of his speeches and ranting to your sleeping self were that puny compared to this failed creature? He's upset but relieved at the same time. A part of you is still there, somewhere, at the very least.
The next time he comes, he finds that the disfigured fox had brought more... friends? Now little black puffs with a sole strand of blue hair rested around you. Dottore doesn't even remember creating those things... were they a byproduct of the first experiment?? As much as he wants to shoo them away from lying so comfortably on your body, he decides to leave them be. You seemed to enjoy them, despite not being conscious. Perhaps he should study them more in-depth? Maybe they were worth more experimenting on.
When you finally wake up, caressing that stupid fox and the bundle of small puffs jumping up and down around you excitedly, he can only say what will please you. In all honesty, he had no idea what the hell he was doing or thinking while making that abomination, he doesn't know why it has a fluffy tail and ears of a fox and the red eye and beak of a crow. And he doesn't find it cute in the slightest and can't see why you do but... it makes you smile. He can't bring himself to take away it, not when you've been so miserable with your illness.
The creatures definitely hide behind your leg so often, and then look up at the segments so smugly when you scold them for being mean to your pets. Ugh, sometimes they really want to strangle those things...
82 notes · View notes
rebouks · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Previous | Next
Transcript:
Oscar: I found someone, and it’s not the grotter behind me; check out what’s in my hood! Matilda: Rude. Courtney: [squees] You found a kitty?! Are we keeping it?
Oscar: Hell yeah! He ain’t chipped or anything; I spotted him hanging out in a bunch of trash. Courtney: Awh, as if you managed to find a ginger one. Oscar: [laughs] I know! I’m gonna find Socks, I wanna see what she does…
Oscar: Ohh, who’s this? [low growl] Oscar: Uh-huh, uh-huh.. this is your house; but look how cute he is. Oscar: [laughs] There’s no hood back there, scaredy puss.
Matilda: I doubt we’re gonna get much out of him now, he’s in crazy cat man mode. Courtney: True. Matilda: Sorry for taking the piss, by the way; I should’ve stuck with congratulations or something.
Courtney: Thanks. Matilda: Listen, I-… Courtney: I know you know; you don’t have to tiptoe around me. I’m fine.
Matilda: You must be bored though, stuck here day after day… If you ever wanted get outta the house for a bit, we could? My schedule’s hardly packed, and I already know everything so it’s not like you’d have to pretend around me, y’know? Courtney: Uhm.. yeah, maybe.
Matilda: I thought I’d offer at least. Courtney: Thanks, I’ll think about it. Matilda: Uh-huh, well.. I’ll leave you to freak out over the fluffball. Oscar has my number; if you want it.
Courtney: Did you put her up to that? Oscar: It was her idea, believe it or not. Courtney: Hm.
Oscar: You’re no homebody, Cookie; it worries me how you’re locking yourself away in here… Besides, you’d be doing her a favour too. She wouldn’t admit to being lonely, but she is. Courtney: [sighs] I told her I’d think about it.
Oscar: I know she can be a bit of a twat; I’d pretty much wiped my hands of her to be honest. She’s really trying though, and she wants to help me by helping you. I think it’s the nicest thing she’s ever done. Courtney: I guess I’ll call her sometime.
Oscar: Maybe it’ll be easier, hanging out with someone you’re not all that close to. Courtney: Maybe. Oscar: I won’t bug you, just keep it in mind… C’mon, let’s think of a name for this lil’ guy.
Courtney: If he had more stripes, we could’ve called him Tony. Oscar: [laughs] Funny, but he doesn’t look like a Tony. Courtney: What about Toulouse? I used to love that film; he was my favourite.
Oscar: Always had a thing for the gingers, eh? Courtney: Clearly… He can be Lou for short, Louse when he’s being an asshole. Oscar: Hah, I guess it’s best we get the shitty nicknames out on the cat first.
120 notes · View notes
yttsimp · 1 year
Text
Ranmaru fans come get y'all food
Random Ranmaru Headcanons
Flavor: Ranmaru Kageyama x gn!reader
Warnings: mention of scars
Headcanons under the cut v
You know that "who fell first and who fell harder" trope? Yeah, he's both.
Honestly, I don't think it's *that* easy for him to fall in love.
It takes a particularly special person to get him to fall, but once he comes across them, it's game over.
And you just so happen to be that special person.
So yeah, needless to say, he's obsessed with you.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, he is incredibly shy when it comes to romantic relationships.
Even just your hands accidentally brushing makes him nervous.
Teasing him is so. Much. Fun. I promise you this.
He pretends he hates it, but he gets so flustered when you call him your lil puffball.
I have also said this before, but it's important to say that when he gets flustered, his voice cracks. It is so. Damn. Cute.
Names that will get him flustered immediately: Puff/cotton/fluffball, babygirl, pretty boy
Honestly, he can't even pretend to hate it when you call him pretty boy. He just instantly goes red and shuts up, looking away to hide his face from you.
And knowing that you know makes it even worse for him as he just resorts to hiding his bright red face in his hands.
He is very nice to nap on, just saying.
He gets stiff when you first lean your head on his shoulder, but he soon relaxes and finds himself admiring your resting face.
He may also find himself leaning his head atop your own for his own short nap. Oops.
He also pretends to hate this, but PET HIM. After his initial protests he will find himself relaxing as you run your fingers through his fluffy hair.
Kissing the shuriken charm on his necklace has a 100% chance of instantly flustering him.
He loves loves LOVES cheek kisses. He gets shy about initiating it but he completely melts when you kiss his cheek.
He also loves it when you caress his cheek. He won't outright admit how much he likes it, but it's clear through the way he leans his head into your touch and closes his eyes that he finds it so comforting.
You in general are a major source of comfort for him.
If he's had a hard day, just seeing you instantly brightens it a bit.
Please let him lay his head on your lap as he rants about his rough day. It makes it so much better.
Honestly, you are one of the biggest lights in his life.
As shy as he is, he's very much a huge cuddler. He loves to be in your arms.
He's a little spoon most definitely. He finds immense comfort in being held as he buries his face in your neck, fluffy hair tickling your cheek.
He also really enjoys laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat.
Honestly, he ends up falling asleep a lot when you're cuddling. How could he not when he's so comfortable in your arms?
Wanna send this boy to heaven? Cup his face in your hands and call him your world. He'll go crimson red as he stares at you in awe. If you look real closely, you may be able to see hearts in his eyes!
When he finally gets bold enough to start initiating affection himself, he really enjoys hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches whatever you're doing.
He may even kiss your cheek!
At the beginning of your relationship he would always go stiff when you hugged him. But now, the moment you wrap your arms around him, he melts into you and sighs, loosely wrapping his arms around your waist as he buries his face in your shoulder.
He thinks it's cheesy as hell and thus will never admit it but he really likes slow dancing. Just gently swaying with you to some soft music makes him melt.
Okay, he is very, VERY embarrassed about this fact and does everything he can to hide it, but he likes to draw little doodles of you and him together.
God help him if you ever find them, he'll be hiding his face from you for WEEKS.
He likes it when you play with his hands. Very nice to him.
If you have any scars, he'll sometimes gently run his fingers over them.
BITE. HIM. Amazing way to mess with him as he gets startled and tries to bat you away while telling you off.
50 notes · View notes
flowercrowngods · 11 months
Note
For the writer ask game!
Questions: 23, 24, and 30 if that's okay!
Also, I hope you're having a lovely weekend friend!
thank you, friend! 🥰🤍 my weekend was okay, i hope yours is even better 🌷
23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?
usually when i wanna write things i just do it, even if it's just for a scene or two instead of a full-fledged story, so uhh 🤔 I've never written an outsider POV au (except I have, with that one Clarkson fic from Scott's POV on Wayne's flashback nightmare)– okay no. i don't know. this is really hard.
maybe kid fic, because the concept of children rocks and there's something healing about making the blorbos become parents. but other than that, i usually just write things when i wanna write them. :D
24. Are there any easter eggs in [insert fic], and if so, what are they?
you didn't specify the fic, so i'm choosing the fluffball that is nice to meet you, where you been? (the tattoo shop au)
i made a playlist for that fic that i'm playing an embarrassing amount of time at home, and the songs of that are also playing in Steve's studio
Eddie recognises most of these songs, which means he's lame and secretly a swiftie (though he blames Chrissy, which is a safe bet to make)
Steve unironically listens to Hannah Montana songs because they slap and hype him up before and after work
the tattoo Eddie ends up getting is inspired by the actual tattoo that @poebin got while i was writing the story, bc that story is for them. and the thing's name that steve never reveals is Vanderlyle, for reasons that robin is weird and listens to The National too much <3
uhh i think that's all :D
30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?
the first thing that came to mind was every action scene I've ever had to write, especially in I'll try. I'll try. (but I couldn't be better), all of the Demogorgon scenes. I have a writing style that works kinda well with introspection and an onslaught of emotions and thoughts, a lot of sentences starting with conjunctions (and, but, or, etc.), which makes for a rather narrative style, but I feel like it might not work too well with action-packed scenes. feels a lot like "and then, and then, and then", telling instead of showing, a lot of thoughts between one strike and the next, there's no real flow of action, no scene. (like kuzco hitting pause and explaining what's happening instead of letting the viewer watch it unfold. wait, ouch xD)
my approach to writing fic thereafter hasn't changed, because writing fic isn't entirely about comfort zones. sometimes things just have to happen, and I apologise for how they happen, and then we collectively move on :D but I have also learned that it's absolutely okay to ask people if a scene is okay like that, or for them to tell you why it was okay (@violetsteve I owe you my sanity 🤍)
fic writer asks
5 notes · View notes
bombsonboard · 3 years
Text
the stray
Tumblr media
summary: You make it a habit to feed the stray behind your building. Turns out someone else had the same idea, sickly meet cute ensues
pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader
work count: 1k
tags: swearing, mention of weight gain (but it is for a cat so)
A/N: i’m a sucker for a good alpine fic basically. This was originally going to be pretty freaking long but I decided to split it into two smaller parts so now you have something to look forward to yeahhh
*****
The little white stray behind your apartment's dumpster was starting to get chubby. When you’d leave it a tray of kibble before, it would bound out of hiding, mewling like mad, bashing its scrawny body against your hands. Now, well, the meows were just as excited but she began to take her time getting to the meal, the scramble was more of a joyful pitter patter.
“You’re getting big” your not so little friend purrs contentedly while circling your ankles “you find a stash of fresh fish or what?”
Leaving the kitten with a rub to the forehead, you neglect to notice the man with both of his hands in his pockets hesitantly watching you. 
And then you got off work early, hopped to the nearest bodega to get some cat treats to celebrate small with your friend but somebody else was there already. At first glance, you were wary of the tall guy looming over the kitten padding at his feet because it’s New York and strays are easy pickings for whatever twisted shit you want to do.
A weighted sigh leaves your chest as the ‘guy’, we will dub him, slowly crouches down and scratches the cat playfully on the head. The affection is welcomed easily, and you were always a firm believer that cats could sniff out the worst in people, and you’d seen that little thing screech as soon as it sensed something it didn’t fuck with.
So, you were curious. Keeping out of sight, you crept a little bit closer to get a better view. From here you could see the side of his face and...yeah he was handsome. The soft tilt of his smile was enough to make your heart beat half a second faster. The leather jacket wasn’t helping either. You see that he’d also left a small tray of leftovers, which explains the sudden growth of the fluffball.
Huh, nice to look at and thoughtful. Maybe you should stop lurking and actually go talk to him?
Subconsciously drifting forward, like a sucker with hearts for eyes, you were half debating interrupting. But what the hell would you say? ‘Hi, I also like stroking that cat, how funny’ or ‘Hello attractive guy, I see you like the cat that I also like, would you wanna get coffee sometime?’ Yeah, the options weren't great. 
The guy finally looked up from the cat, as if he sensed something and you realised you’d been lingering for far too long and it was starting to become creepy. Though you couldn’t help but notice that he looked good from any angle...really? Every single one? 
Tearing your eyes away and carrying on to your apartment you silently wished you would see him again.
*****
Your friendship sort of snuck up on you, literally.
“Were you watching me the other day?”
“Jesus” You jumped at the voice and turned to see Mr. Handsome Guy staring you down.
Putting down the cat’s daily tray before you left for work and falling on your ass was not the meet cute you’d imagined in your head. 
And how the hell did he know you semi-stalked him?
“I, uh,” frantically standing up, you decided to just be honest “...Yeah, I was, sorry. But it wasn’t creepy though, wasn’t supposed to be, I just-”
His face didn’t change at your stumbling explanation, his hands remained stationed in his pockets. 
“I saw you with the cat and you left food so, I sort of sussed that was why she was looking a little….rounder?”
His eyes softened at the mention of the white kitten now purring against his legs, his tongue hit the roof of his mouth and he began to smile. 
“So, not a psycho, then?” 
“Well, I hope not” you awkwardly joke
“That’s... good” 
It turns out his name is Bucky and he’s recently moved back to Brooklyn after being away...for a while? He was vague. You watched the stray brush against his left pocket but he made no move to take his hand out, shifting the attention to the right one instead. 
“I saw you’ve been feeding her for a while.”
He realised his mistake as soon as the words slipped out, flinging his eyes to catch yours with a startled look.
“You...saw?”
“Fuck, sorry, I just...I watched you feeding her the other day, not trying to stalk you, I promise-”
It was your turn to let him stammer and flail, arms crossed disapprovingly against your chest. 
“Just interested in the cat, yeah, just the cat” He runs a hand over his face.
“I can't believe you had the audacity to suggest that I might be the psycho.” You smirked at him.
Your attention fell back to the cat and you missed the painful cringe flashing across his face oh so briefly. 
Realising the time, you slung your bag over your shoulder and smiled kindly at your new friend. 
“I’ve got to get to work but we should figure out some schedule so we don't end up feeding her so much-”
“Alpine.” He mumbles with the content cat resting on his palm.
“I’m sorry?”
“I call her Alpine.” He admits sheepishly.
Your heart stutters at his sudden shyness.
“You gave her a name?” 
“You don’t like it?” a frown creeps in from the corners of his mouth.
“No, I love it.”
The broad smile that he hides by looking down at ‘Alpine’ was one you wanted to keep in your mind all day. He looked at you and bit his lip, holding back the urge to ask you on a date then and there, he didn’t know why he held back that day.
“Okay, bye.” You waved small and he nodded politely as you walked away with a cheesy pep in your step.
Bucky smiled to himself, finally having introduced himself to the pretty girl who fed the stray cat. 
...and forgot to give her his number.
“shit.”
*****
tag list: @minohell​ @harrysthiccthighss​ 
418 notes · View notes
simplyxsinned · 3 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Genshin Characters when you adopt a stray cat as a pet
𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
Characters: scaramouche, diluc, childe x gn!reader
Genre: fluff, crack
a/n: i recently adopted a cat so why not write about it :> and sorry if it’s too short or if it sucks I just had a writers block
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Scaramouche:
he strongly disapproves at first totally not because the cat would get more attention from you than him and hes jealous
But after a while, hell get used to it
He would also secretly talk to it when you're not around
The cat just stares back at him like👁👄👁wtf
You just came home from your travels. When you stepped inside your house, you saw scaramouche. You ran to him and saw that he was holding your cat, wanting to kiss it. He turned his head really quick it made you wonder how is his neck not broken yet and made eye contact with you. He just stared at you, scared and terrified. He didn’t know how to explain. Yall promised to not talk about that again. You could use that for blackmail tho 😌
Tumblr media
Diluc:
This fine hell of a man doesn’t seem bothered at all
When you brought back the stray cat and asked if you could adopt it, he just looked blankly at you and said “Okay” 😐
He would help you with showering the cat or feeding it when you’re busy
After a while, he’d grown fond of it
He was a dog person but now its different
You were busy with your paperwork so you decided to call Diluc to help you with showering your cat. After Diluc was here, you went in your office. 5mins later, you heard a lot of crashing sounds and came out to check. You only saw your lover dripping wet from head to toe wrestling with your fluffball. It was indeed an interesting sight to see.
Tumblr media
Childe:
This hot mf also talks to the cat
He probably tries his pick up lines on the cat this dude is bonkers but I luv him <3
“Are you a vending machine? Cause you look like a snacc” ;)
*proceeds to open his mouth and tries to eat the cat* JKJK HE WOULDNT DARE
If he feels like the cat receives more attention from you, he would wear cat ears and act like a cat while saying
“Y/n look aren’t I cute? Don't you just wanna cuddle with me instead?”
It was constantly a warzone at home between your cat and your partner. If you gave too much attention on one, the other would be jealous. But sometimes, on a very rare occasion you three would be vibing on the couch watching a movie or sum.
Tumblr media
Thanks for reading <3
Bonus:
Other ppls cat and there’s my cat:
Tumblr media Tumblr media
696 notes · View notes
elkii · 3 years
Text
hey guys i did some writing
I've never written on my own/for fun before so i have no idea how good this is but i did enjoy it soooo that was cool!!
This is specifically abt my character in the gloop family horror au and his origin <3
The Caretaker was out again. Nat’s blossom supply had been running low as of recently, and while Nat was completely able to do that on their own, fae felt like spending some time in the beloved woods. Sometimes with all the children caretaking, she forgets how much of an effect the peace of the woods can have on her. There was a reason she took care of these woods; they took care of her. The temptation to forget purpose and just wander was strong tonight, stronger than usual. But the caretaker knew better. So she started on her way, collecting the flowers that they needed more of at home, making sure to appreciate all the foliage there that welcomed her.
After collecting for an hour (at least fae hoped it had been that long, one’s sense of time was much harder to maintain here), the caretaker stopped. It seemed once again she was being greeted with the picturesque scene of the cave that housed the siren. Should fae go visit? It’d been a while since the last time. What could it….- No. That kind of thinking was harmful and dangerous. Every choice should be premeditated and carefully thought out. There was no telling how long a visit could take, especially with the time sense warping effects present. Someone or something dangerous could make its way into the forest and maybe even the house. It would have to be really dangerous to pose a real threat to the children, of course, but the possibility was never zero. On the other hand, Candace was a really good stress reliever, and The Caretaker could really use some of that right now. Alright, fae decided, I’ll go. But 30 minutes max.
As fae made faer way down the now-familiar pathway, she kept her eyes open for the landmarks that help her make sure she was on the correct path: the warty stalactite, the hairline creek, and of course the Pit with Sharp Looking Rocks (Clue had once fallen down into that; they actually weren’t nearly as sharp as they looked). Despite the self-imposed time limit, The Caretaker allowed faerself to linger. Just like the forest, the untouched nature of the cave was a sight to behold. Fae was just appreciating the carving of the water through some rock when she heard it. The siren’s song. The powerful, luring, compelling song. The pull was incredibly strong today; stronger than ever before. That was odd. Every time fae came down here, she got better at resisting the pull. What happened to her progress? She strained, taking in every part of the song. There it was. There was a deeper, younger undertone that melted into perfect harmony with the original high notes. The synergy of the contrasting yet matching melodies was more beautiful than any man-made song could hope to achieve. The music flowed over every part of her body, as if she were lying in a stream made of warmth. And the caretaker had thought the siren’s original song could never be topped. This discovery left just one question: Who was this new voice?
With faer curiosity piqued and her pace cautiously quickened, she continued her way into the cavern. The path was not easy, especially on the downhill, but practice had made the human quite adept at traveling it. The farther the caretaker ventured, the more the song tempted her. The song sparked every emotion, and she could hear different versions of the tune based on the emotion that fae focused on. It was utterly incredible to listen to.
Finally, the part of the cavern that housed the siren revealed itself. Just before rounding the corner, the caretaker stopped. I have no idea what to expect. Is this even safe? What if it’s a trap? As far as the human knew, there would be no motive for Candace to betray her. But, as fae alway told faerself, you never know. She thought about fleeing for a moment, until she remembered that sirens also have a heightened sense of hearing. There was no way she didn’t know fae was there. Sure enough, the silky smooth, inviting voice called out, “Well? What are you hiding behind that boulder for? Don’t you wanna meet your new son?”
This quip actually caught the caretaker off guard. Son? All the children were definitely at the house. And they definitely definitely weren’t supposed to visit Candace without her. As fae tried to regain faer composure, she stepped out to see what awaited her on the other side. There, the siren sat, with her fish half swaying in the water and her upper body lazily propped up on her arms on the shore, with a knowing and smug look on her face. Sitting next to her was a small brown and blue fluffball of a creature, nuzzled up in it's own fur. As fae came up to it, she way that it was a small anthropomorphic animal that looked like a cross between a ferret and a small bear. The Caretaker had so many questions.
“Wh.. Where’d he come from? What do you mean he’s my son?”
“Well, I’m not sure, to be frank. After your last visit I had my back turned for a moment, and when I looked back, boom. There he was. As for your paternity, ask him yourself. He’s quite adamant that I’m mom, or ‘ma’ and you’re the only possible explanation for ‘da’.”
As if on cue, the child looked at the supposed father with big, unfocused eyes before trotting over and uttering a single “Da” in confirmation as he snuggled up to the caretaker’s leg.
“But how could that be? He’s a completely different species from you and I..”
“Oh yea, fun fact about us sirens. We can be pretty much any species, it's kinda just a random chance at birth.”
“Interesting. Do you know exactly what he is?”
“Oh no, not a clue”
“Hm. Guess I’ll have to do some research.”
“So you will. Are you going to take him home? He seems quite fond of you.”
The caretaker looked down to see that the little one had now mounted faer leg and was making his best attempt to climb upwards. It was rather endearing, and scored a small smirk out of her. “Well, I already have about 20 kids at home. What could another be..? My only concern is if he’d get upset at being separated from you.”
“Ah he’ll be alright. If he really feels the need I’m sure he’ll figure something out.”
And so the little creature came home with The Caretaker.
Bits/headcanons/whatever:
Grew up super quickly, becoming human sized in 2ish weeks
Dug a tunnel from his room to the sirens cave so he can visit often
Took up the role of big brother, caring for the siblings and making sure they stay out of trouble
Singing ability can be used like a siren, but prefers to use it to sooth the family when theyre distressed or hurt
Mmmm this ending kinda sucks compared to the rest of it but i no longer have the energy </3
19 notes · View notes
cloudsrust · 3 years
Note
Based on your,,, mound of catboy stuff I'm takin it you're a cat person so I wanna cheer you up with my chonky lads
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Nugget is the sassy orange fluffball,,,, then there's Ollie, he's my special kinda blind boy. We can't tell how much Ollie can see bc sometimes it just depends on the day, idk he's a goof but !
Cats !!!
Do I-.. do I draw that many cat-people? Adgdgfs either way you've absolutely got that right!
And oh my god I got so busy looking at these adorable babies- the first time I saw this ask- I absolutely forgot to answer;;
They are both so cute!! And, even with all the cats I've had in my life, I've never seen a cat with eyes like Ollie's. They're beautiful :,>c
Thank you for these lads! Happy chonky cats are always yES ;w;
18 notes · View notes
nightingiall · 3 years
Text
things i love about you: our rituals
Tumblr media
a post-little do you know drabble series // story page
happy december! today marks six (!!!!!!) years since i started the december drabbles, which means it’s moniall’s anniversary! to commemorate the occasion, here’s a special lil something. also, if you want to relive my bad 2014 writing the drabbles that started it all, i will finally be posting them on wattpad. enjoy!
There used to be a time Mona hated the cold.
She couldn’t handle it. It made her feel like all her blood vessels had simply seized, wound up so tightly that she needed to find every single bit of warmth to bury herself under in order to feel like she could function again.
As she watched the tiny flurries of white drift from the sky to delicately blanket the ground in a layer of snow, she smiled to herself, remembering the first time they were here at their little cabin. It was the beginning of so much, of friendship, of love, of rituals they could seek solace in year after year. Four bedrooms, a generously sized dining room, and a roaring fireplace had somehow transformed from a simple husk of wood to a safe place, a home away from home, filled with laughter and jokes no one else would understand.
The snow picked up slightly, very quickly covering the driveway in white, and she realized that she no longer minded the cold. Not when she had this, a winter cabin filled with all the people she loved. There were even several new additions to the family, one of whom now pawed happily at her feet. She scooped the little fluffball into her arms, cradling it like a small child. “Hi, baby,” she cooed, holding the puppy up to see out the window. “Have you ever seen snow before?”
They certainly hadn’t gotten any in the city. And this sweet little pup was only a baby. Mona figured snow must be a new concept to her. She wondered if she’d like to trot around in the white slush tomorrow morning.
Niall had gotten the puppy as a surprise.
They’d arrived back from San Francisco for only a week before it happened. He had it all planned out. It was a Sunday afternoon. They’d devoured their dinner, a bottle of wine popped open, and the radio was turned to a blues station. Mona was washing up their plates in the sink when Niall had slinked up behind her, hands curled easily around her hips as he pressed his warm lips to her shoulder. “I got something for us,” he’d murmured into her hair, his voice that raspy sort of sweetness he took up when he was up to something.
She hummed, his voice a delicious vibrato down her spine. “What?”
When she’d placed the last plate in the dish rack and dried her hands on a towel, he spun her around, hands still a warm weight on her skin. The sun had already started to slink down the horizon, catching on adjacent buildings and throwing warm golden light into their apartment through the kitchen window. Niall’s eyes glimmered with it, bright blue meshing with rich gold sunlight. He was grinning widely at her in that irresistible way of his, and she let herself get whisked along with his excitement. “You’re gonna love it.”
“Okay,” she laughed, because he’d started to tug her towards the front entrance, just as the doorbell chimed. “But what is it.”
He instructed her to open the door and she eyed him suspiciously. “I promise you’re going to adore it!”
With an exasperated sigh, she did as she was told, fingers trembling slightly in anticipation. Waiting outside the door in a chestnut brown wicker basket lined with a soft white fleece blanket was the tiny little pup. Its fur matched the basket, a curly, chocolaty brown, and it was adorably nestled into itself as it slumbered peacefully.
Mona couldn’t help the way she had gasped, hands over her mouth in pure shock. “Is it ours?”
Niall was already smiling when she looked at him. “Yep. All ours.”
The excitement rushed through her like a tsunami, like champagne bubbles gushing when the bottle is opened. She almost wanted to scream but settled for a squeal instead, hopping slightly on her toes before just jumping into Niall’s arms. He laughed as she thanked him profusely, holding her close. She’d been planting the idea of getting a puppy for ages and she honestly didn’t even think he’d been considering it.
As they brought the little ball of cuteness inside, he explained that Duncan’s neighbor’s labradoodle had given birth. They’d taken them all to the vet to get checked and had been looking to give some of them away. This one was female. Like magic, “A Sunday Kind of Love” played softly on the radio, and they decided to name their newest addition to the family Etta.
“What’re you doing?” Niall was asking her now, where she was still standing in front of the window, watching the snow cover the earth.
She shrugged, still cradling the pup. “Etta’s never seen snow.”
He laughed as he leaned against the kitchen doorframe, cheeks flushed with that gorgeous pink that came from gut-busting laughter and too much whiskey. Behind him, the living room was quiet. Everyone else had probably ambled up to bed. She didn’t particularly care. It meant she got this moment all to herself, watching Niall stand there, looking soft and warm in his gray sweats and ugly Christmas sweater. She let Etta run off as she took him in, the light behind him fanning out around his head like a halo, blue eyes watching her with the world of love.
She crossed her arms as she leaned back against the countertop on the far side of the kitchen. “Did you stand there on purpose?”
He was grinning wildly, hands shoved into his pockets. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Really?” She raised a brow. “So you don’t always stand under that very doorframe every year just to get a mistletoe kiss?”
He looked up, feigning shock at the unmistakable plant dangling from the wood. “Mistletoe? I didn’t even notice it there.”
A laugh bubbled out of her, and she couldn’t help herself. She was drawn to him as always, feet pulling her towards him until she was close enough to wrap her arms around his waist, close enough to graze the corner of his mouth with her lips. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she murmured, blood rushing at the way his breath audibly caught in his throat, his hands pressing hard into her hips. “You’ll be scamming me into these mistletoe kisses until you’re old and wrinkly.”
A grunt sounded from deep in his throat when she pressed closer, still not meeting his lips. “If the implication is that you’ll be the one to kiss me under the mistletoe when I’m old and wrinkly then yes I damn will.”
When she finally let him catch her lips with his, it was like the world fell away. Big bursts of color flashed behind her closed eyelids as he kissed her, slow and searing, arms wrapping around her waist tightly until her feet were swept right off the ground when he straightened. She giggled into his mouth when he started walking towards the living room, her feet dangling helplessly until he finally put her down in front of the couch.
“Home Alone is on,” he said breathlessly, still stealing short kisses on any bits of skin he could find. “Wanna watch?”
She huffed on a laugh. “Are you sure we’ll just watch?”
At this, he laughed too, pulling away completely. “Dunno if I can make that promise, my darlin’,” he teased, sending her a wink before retrieving a basket that was hidden under the dining table. It was only now that Mona noticed he’d moved the coffee table, spreading a sheet in the space between the couch and TV.
“What’s all this?” she asked, taken by surprise.
Niall shrugged, placing the basket down on the sheet and sitting down, tugging on her hand to do the same. “Just…something.”
Inside the basket was a loaf of the homemade bread they’d made today—still a bit warm in its paper bag—cartons of butter and jellies, a thermos, and a platter of chocolate chip cookies. Apparently, he’d put it all together when no one was watching. Her heart surged with affection for all the thought he put into everything.
They lounged about, ripping pieces of bread and pairing it with butter or jelly, sipping on hot chocolate, which was what was in the thermos. They alternated between watching the movie and watching Etta and Fudge, Harlow’s cat, prod at each other. Etta just wanted to be a friend to Fudge, who was not having it, which was quite amusing.
By the time they finished the bread, they didn’t have much room for the cookies, so they split one as they curled into each other, lounging back against the couch, laughing along to the movie. “I love you,” she murmured to him eventually, pressing a kiss to his chin because she felt so full with emotion, so much that she felt like she might just burst. They were here, in the cabin, where it all began. So much was different. And everything was just right.
Which was why, in hindsight, she probably should have expected it. The circumstances were just right, everything falling into place perfectly. She should have expected it, but she didn’t.
Because when she placed a half-asleep Etta into her makeshift bed and turned around, Niall kneeling on one knee, hands outstretched, holding a ring box, was not a sight she saw coming. Her heart stopped for a moment, eyes widened in complete shock. He hadn’t even said anything yet and she already thought she might cry.
“Mona,” he started, clearly fighting back a slew of emotions himself, “Erm, I’ll be honest, I had a whole speech planned, but my brain has just gone completely blank.” They both laughed thickly. Mona stepped closer. “That happens sometimes anyway, when it comes to you. Sometimes you look at me and I forget my own name. In fact, the first time you smiled at me, I tripped on a branch. Remember?”
She nodded, unable to form words at the moment. She remembered. It was college orientation. She had hardly known that in a few months, she’d fall in love with this boy in a log cabin and her life would change forever.
Niall took a deep breath. “The point is, I am head over heels in love with you. Everything just makes sense with you, and I have never met anyone who is perfect for me in every single way.” An inadvertent sob left her lips, just as she noticed his voice wavering. “I want to spend forever with you, doing everything and nothing, though good days and bad days. I love you so fucking much. And it would be the greatest honor of my life to be your husband.” He smiled, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “So, what d’you say…will you marry me?”
Mona sobbed through her laughter, kneeling on the ground in front of him, caressing his face in her hands and swiping away the tears that managed to slip through his lashline. “Yes. Yes, I would love nothing more. Yes yes yes.” Niall laughed and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight and slipping the ring onto her finger at the same time. “I love you,” she cried into the curve of his shoulder, completely overwhelmed and yet completely at peace. All she wanted was to spend her whole life with her wonderful, beautiful sunshine boy.
It wasn’t until they both calmed down a bit that she got a good look at the ring. And even through her fuzzy eyesight, blurred by her tears, she recognized that opal stone, surrounded by tiny diamonds, as the one her mother wore for years. She had always admired it when she was a kid, always thought it was a timeless piece of jewelry.
She glanced up at him. “Is this…”
“Yeah.” He trailed a finger over the stone, holding her fingers delicately in his.
She was starting to cry again. “Mom gave it to you?”
He brushed away some of her hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. “Yeah. She said you like it, having something your dad picked out.”
Her eyes welled with tears as she hiccupped slightly in her surprise. Of course. Because along with being her mom’s, opal was also her dad’s birthstone. There was a piece of him inside of this ring and she now had the privilege of carrying it around forever. Niall thumbed away her tears and she looked at him, her heart fit to bursting as she wrapped her arms around him again, her movements so intense that he fell backwards against the sheet.
Their quiet laughter filled the room, and when she pulled back, his face was filled with such adoration, such reverence, that she found herself leaning forward to kiss him tenderly. His love spilled from his lips and into her soul. He filled her with sunshine and loved her unconditionally. Sweet, wonderful Niall. He was hers.
All hers.
~
Mona was flipping a pancake when Niall strolled into the kitchen, all soft smiles and sleepy eyes and messy bedroom hair. He huffed out a laugh at the sight of her, probably because of what she was wearing. His ugly Christmas sweater from the night before.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he mumbled, as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, fingers trailing on the hem of the sweater, grazing her skin underneath. “How does this look better on you than it ever did on me?”
She giggled at his words. She felt as though she were on cloud nine, woke up with a smile and couldn’t seem to shake it. Every so often, she’d catch a glimpse of the ring on her left hand and grin wildly to herself, sometimes wondering if she’d simply dreamt the whole night up.
But, no, she hadn’t. Because Niall was sidled up to her, chest pressed against her back as he pressed slow and hot kisses all the way up the side of her neck and down her jawline. “Good mornin’, fiancée,” he murmured, smiling wide against her skin.
She flipped her last pancake onto the platter and turned the skillet off, turning towards him to wrap her arms across his shoulders. “Good morning, future husband,” she replied, melting right into him as he kissed her slow and deep, goosebumps rippling across her skin at the words. It all felt a bit surreal.
He hummed, pressing her against the fridge, skimming his tongue along her lower lip. “I love the sound of that.”
They kept the news from their friends for a whole day. There was something fun and whimsical about it, going about their day doing mundane things with everyone, like eating breakfast or bringing Etta out into the snow for the first time, catching knowing looks from each other because no one else knew what had happened the night before. It was nice to be able to soak it all in, to enjoy it for themselves for a while, without anyone knowing.
Finally, on Christmas morning, as everyone lounged about on the couch, opening presents, they spilled. Niall was the one to announce it, telling everyone that they had news to share and pretending to be somber and melancholy. Harlow, Zayn, Liam, and Harry all froze hilariously when they caught the sudden shift in the mood, all of them sitting down and eyeing Niall and Mona carefully.
Harry was the one to ask what was wrong, and he looked so concerned that Mona couldn’t help the way the laughter just bubbled out of her. She looked at Niall, who’d started to laugh too, before holding up her left hand, the opal gem catching the light and glittering.
“We’re getting married!” they said simultaneously, and everyone was stunned into a few moments of silence before erupting into a deafening round of cheers. Harlow started crying as she hugged Mona tightly, and even the boys started tearing up a bit.
Perhaps it had been a long time coming. But it didn’t matter.
They were here now, endlessly overjoyed, popping open a bottle of champagne to celebrate.
They were here now, and they had the rest of their lives to go.
32 notes · View notes
kiyanopiano · 4 years
Text
My Wachowski headcannons
- Sonic is diagnosed with general anxiety and ADHD
- He has depression due to the fact that he thinks that Longclaw had died because of him, he doesn't want to tell Tom and Maddie because he doesn't want to be a burden to them
- Sonic has Athazagoraphobia (fear of being alone, ignored, forgotten or abandoned)
- He is really good at singing sad and sombre songs (Mercy by Shawn Mendes, I Took A Pill In Ibiza by Mike Posner, No Friends by Cadmium, etc), and he personally relates to This Is Home by Cavetown. In contrast he loves dancing to energetic music.
- He is AMAZING at breakdancing, moonwalking (or just dancing with his feet in general
- He also likes old songs (The Beatles, Bob Marley, Elvis Presley, etc)
- He can not handle compliments
- He loves head scratches and pats
- HE BLEATS WHEN HE YAWNS AND HE'S REALLY SELFCONCIOUS ABOUT IT
- He gets discriminated at school and sometimes on the streets, the bullies at school call him 'hunting practice', physically he only gets pushed over
- All of his teachers like him but there's one teacher called Mr Williams who is practically trying to get him expelled and continually mocks and belittles him (I will include this guy in a fic, i swear)
- If Tom or Maddie sees people discriminating their little fluffball, they will go full parent and scary mode
- He doesn't like to tell people that he gets bullied, because he doesn't want anyone to worry about him
- He loves Disney and singing their songs
- He's a massive fan of reading and video games, his favourite game is Skyrim 
- His favourite type of movie and tv show genre is action or animation, he can’t handle horror and if a horror movie starts playing he has to hide behind anything he can find
- Because of his many years without an education, he starts out in Year 5 (or 4th grade in America) as opposed to the expected class at his age, which would be Year 9 (8th grade)
- His favourite school subjects are PE (because, you know, running) and history (because he is fascinated with earth and it's people)
- He is part of the baseball club you see earlier in the film
- (Not a headcanon but a fact), Movie Sonic apparently is 2'6", which makes him shorter than an average 14 month old child, which means compared to his 4th grade class, he is over 2 ft shorter than them
- He's an Avatar The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra fan, his favourite character is Iroh, because he controls lightning as well, and he's way more likable than Azula
- He loves the winter, mainly because of the snow
- He rides on Ozzie’s back like a horse, he also loves getting piggyback rides
- He is terrified of spiders and bees
- He loves helping Maddie cook, or doing arts and crafts with her
- He loves riding in Tom's police car and patrolling the town with him. (Tom calls him 'his little deputy')
- Sonic loves to go with Maddie to the vets office and help her
- He rarely gets sick but when he does Tom can not relax until he's better, while Maddie is more calm because she knows that it's just a common cold and he'll be fine, Sonic also worries when he gets sick because he has no idea what's happening
- He's a massive fan of The Sims because he love creating happy families and making cool houses. (if one of his Sims die, he will cry)
- He actually gets on really well with Agent Stone, and he sometimes hangs out with him
- His favorite foods include: chilli dogs, pizza, pasta, curry, enchiladas, burritos, quesadillas, chocolate, nachos, buffalo chicken and GUAC
- He gets very awkward in social situations, but he’s still open to meeting new people
- He's very fascinated with other languages, Japanese, Greenlandic, French and Spanish being his favourites
- He loves going clothes and shoe shopping
- The Wachowskis go on a holiday every year, later on in the year they took Sonic to Italy and he loved it (mainly the food)
If you wanna hear some of my other headcannons on specific people, let me know!
79 notes · View notes
grvntld · 3 years
Text
okie okie okie u guys know how much i wanna get a massage and im just stopping myself from getting one bc im an indecisive fluffball like that. i mean im indecisive in things that are clearly just for my pleasure, you know. i could be decisive in other areas, but yeah, on other stuff, im indecisive, thats what im getting at.
anyway, back to my oh-so-sad, oh-so-huge predicament — massage. im thinking of getting a home service but also i rlly wanna go out and i miss having the full experience of being in a spa, so yeah, im prolly going out tahday and would just take advantage of me being out again and drop by a cafe near me. i just keep on thinking that it is may already and that means im going back to dad's and some people there just still treat me like a kid sometimes, so that prolly means no going out for me for this month, so like now, im giving in to my wants and conditioning my mind and body that ~ok you got this already so that means you hv something to like comfort you with when things are just not going the way you want for this month~ once my thoughts and emotions start acting up when im back at dad's.
so hmmm if later i still feel the same way that im feeling now, im going out around 4 or 5pm maybe.
3 notes · View notes
Text
Loss
So this kind of got away from me because of personal experience. I also had to take multiple breaks because I kept making myself cry. Hope anybody who reads this enjoys it!
Dean walked into the kitchen and dropped his keys on the counter. He grabbed a beer and sat at the table before exhaustion caused him to crumble to the floor. He popped the lid on the bottle and took a long drag. He smacked his lips as he set the bottle on the table and looked around, finally realizing that there was no dinner cooking and his husband hadn’t been waiting for him at the door to give him a kiss and a “How was your day, dear?”
“Cas,” Dean called into the silence. When he didn’t receive a reply, he called out for his husband even louder. Still no answer. Dean heaved his tired body to its feet and went off in search of Castiel. He checked the living room, bedroom, office, bathroom, and even the spare bedroom but his husband had vanished. As he walked back to the kitchen, he noticed the back door was slightly ajar.
Dean sighed heavily, now knowing where his husband was. Dean looked down at himself. His scrubs were covered in multiple bodily fluids ranging from vomit to urine. Being a veterinarian was never an easy job, even on the good days. He decided to go change before walking out to Cas.
Dean found his husband exactly where he knew he would. Cas was sitting underneath the willow tree, his body could barely be seen through all the hanging branches. Dean shuffled forward and scooped a few branches to the side so that he could walk underneath the canopy of leaves. He sat cross legged next to Cas who was resting his chin on his knees which were pulled up to his chest.
Cas didn’t even flinch as Dean sat next to him. His gaze was focused forward on the statue in front of him. It was a stone cat with angel wings curled up on a plaque that read “You have left our lives but will never leave our hearts.” Dean glanced at Cas and could see the dried tear tracks on his cheek.
They sat in silence for nearly ten minutes before Cas finally looked at Dean. “I’m sorry for not having dinner ready. It… hasn’t been a good day.”
“Baby, I’m not worried about dinner, I’m worried about you. Wanna tell me what happened?” Dean asked softly.
Cas sighed and looked back at the statue. “After you left for work, I decided to start spring cleaning a little early. I figured I’d start with our bedroom. I got everything dusted and polished and decided to clean under the bed next.” Cas paused as he fought against the sob that threatened to escape his throat. “I pulled a box out and opened it… and it… was full… of Angel’s things. There were toys and the collar I bought her when she was just a kitten.”
This time, Cas couldn’t stop the sobs. Dean watched as his normally strong husband collapsed on himself as a fresh wave of tears rolled down his cheeks. He pulled Cas into his arms, who immediately buried his face in Dean’s shirt. Dean stroked his hand up and down Cas’ back, trying to offer as much comfort to his distraught husband as possible.
“Her old bowls were in the box as well as the Christmas bandana I bought her when we took family pictures. There were so many pictures,” Cas cried between his sobs. “There was one from the first day I brought her home. Another for when I got into college. One from our wedding and one from when we got the letter that said we were approved for adoption. She will never even get to meet Claire!”
Cas cried even harder, staining Dean’s t-shirt with tears. Dean held his husband and let him cry, knowing it was the best thing for Cas. Angel had been Cas’ best friend for the past seventeen years. She had been a gift from Dean to Cas because he was being bullied in school. Cas had adored her from the moment he saw her at the humane society. Angel had always been by Cas’ side. She was somebody for Cas to talk to, to spoil, to curl up with at night, to love with all his heart. When Cas’ parents got divorced, Angel was there. When Cas got pneumonia and was stuck in bed for weeks, Angel was the one who kept him company. She was there for every up and down Cas’ life had to throw at him.
She had been special to Dean as well. She had listened when he practiced his proposal to Cas and had been the ring bearer for their wedding. She had been there when they both broke down crying, knowing that they were finally going to have the chance to become fathers. Dean didn’t show it like Cas, but he missed the fluffball.
“I just mi-miss her s-so much,” Cas cried. He looked up at Dean with watery eyes. “When will the pain stop?”
Dean though about Spot, the dog he had lost when he was a kid. He carded his fingers through Cas’ hair. “I’m not going to lie to you, sweetheart. That pain, it never really goes away. It just becomes apart of you and you learn to live with it. Eventually, you’re so used to it, that you don’t even realize it’s there until something comes along one day and exposes that pain all over again. It might make you pause in your steps for a second or it might leave you crying on the couch. One day, you’ll welcome those moments.”
Dean paused as a tear slid down his cheek. He took a shaky breath before continuing. “In those moments, you’ll relive all the wonderful memories you have of Angel. You’ll remember all the joy and happiness the two of you shared and you’ll be thankful for the time you had together. It will hurt to remember, but you’ll welcome it because there’s so much joy intertwined with that hurt. You won’t cry because it’s over, you’ll cry because it happened… and it was wonderful and beautiful.”
“I hate this! I hate how empty and alone I feel! It’s like there’s a hole in my chest and it won’t close,” Cas wailed, curling his fingers into Dean’s shirt.
“That’s because she took those claws of hers and carved a place in your heart. She’ll be there for the rest of your life and no other cat will ever be able to take her place. Even if we have a dozen more cats, the love you have for Angel will never falter or weaken. When you’re having a bad day, she’ll be there for you in spirit, ready to offer comfort. You just have to open your heart for her to do her job. She’ll never truly leave you, sweetheart.” Dean peppered kisses into Cas’ unruly hair.
Cas’s whole body shuddered as he took a breath. “I can’t imagine ever wanting another cat if this is what it feels like to lose them. I don’t know if I can go through this pain again.”
Dean nuzzled his nose against Cas’. “That’s because it’s all so raw. I would never expect you to get another cat right now. But, one day, when you’re ready, another kitten who needs you is going to walk into your life and claw its way into your heart just like Angel did. You’ll shower it with all the love and affection you have to offer because that’s what it needs and that’s who you are.”
“I don’t think I’ll be ready for a long time,” Cas whispered.
Dean smiled softly at his husband. “That’s ok. Take the time you need to heal and when you’re ready, it will happen.”
Cas tried to smile back at Dean, but it was weak at best. “Thank you for not making fun of me or telling me it was just a cat.”
Dean huffed at the ridiculousness of such a thought. “Sweetheart, I work with animals for a living. I know how attached people get to their pets. Pets become family and losing a family member is never easy. Sometimes, we have such a close bond with out pets that they can be harder to lose than family. Everything you’re feeling now is completely valid and I will always be here to support you.”
“I love you,” Cas whispered before pressing his lips to Dean’s.
A few months later, Dean came home late, a carrier in his hand. Cas walked out of the kitchen, Claire in his arms. “What’s that?”
Dean smiled at his husband and daughter as he unlocked the carrier and reached inside. He pulled out a tiny orange kitten. “This little guy is the sole survivor of his whole litter. He’s pretty weak and is going to need round the clock care. I volunteered to bring him home until he’s strong enough to be put up for adoption.”
Claire reached her hands out toward the kitten. “Kitty,” she cried. Cas put her down and watched her toddle to her daddy. Dean squatted and let her pet the kitten softly on its head.
Cas wandered over and stared at the tiny ball of fluff. He gasped when Dean put the kitten in his hands. He looked up at Dean with wide eyes. “Dean, I-I don’t think I’m ready.”
“Just hold him for a minute while I go change and I’ll take him back,” Dean said as he headed towards their bedroom.
Cas looked at the little kitten and smiled as he felt it start purring. He stroked a single finger down its body and couldn’t help but grin. When the kitten looked at him with big green eyes and licked at the tip of his finger, Cas felt his heart melt. He pressed his lips to the tiny forehead.
When Dean walked back into the kitchen a minute later, Cas looked at him and said, “I’m ready now.”
Tagging: @lonewolf34500 @notwithd @multifandom-fanatic @flowersforcas @cockleslovesdestiel
30 notes · View notes
monchikyun · 4 years
Text
14. price of perfection
He’s always been told how beautiful and nice he is, how much of a delight to have him as a colleague. People look at him with admiration that they often hide behind scorn, becoming the exemplary picture of envy. Even those who allegedly like him can’t be trusted with their natural propensity to shun everything that isn’t at least somewhat natural.
Connor has always been the perfect anomaly in society composed primarily of human beings. The only solace is that he’s is but one of many such seemingly flawless creation, but even his fellow androids regard him as something more than them, as he is the latest, most advanced model in existence. No one cares how incorrect all their assumptions are, how ugly and torn up he feels inside. He hasn’t chosen any of this, it has all been handed to him, together with the burden of being alive. Sometimes he wonders whether he ever wanted any of this. Not even the person closest to him can convince him that becoming a deviant hasn’t been a misguided idea. Hank is happy for him if only because he falsely thinks Connor has found his own way in life, his new purpose. 
He thought that trying to save others would bring some kind of sense of self-fulfilment to him, but the gratitude he never gets just hollows him out every single time. Not that he needs it, he just craves something that would make him forget that in the end, he’s just a machine, no matter how sentient. He has the urge to scream just how unspecial he is, how he doesn’t want to be treated like someone who deserves all the praise or all the resentment. Not a lost child, not a despicable criminal, not a model of perfection. Just a guy who works very hard at covering up his shortcomings.
He’s been living in a state of emotional despair for months, his only distraction being the verbal fights with his favourite enemy - the resident bastard Gavin Reed. At times he can see something behind those sharp grey eyes, maybe an understanding of sorts. Gavin is the only one who is privy to his display of imperfection. In the beginning, it was the exchanged insults that pushed him onward, then those turned into ceaseless bickering, and now it has evolved into a banter charged with palpable tension. He often catches himself wishing to unravel in front of the detective, to give him the pieces of himself he keeps buried deep under all the rot.
Because if he has to hear another compliment addressed to him, he swears he’s going to implode. It’s bothersome enough that he’s aware of all the gossip about the handsome and kind android who is too good to make any meaningful connection with.
He restlessly shuffles in his seat and releases a sigh.
It’s late, he doesn’t have to be in the office anymore, but it feels lonely to go home like this, with no ongoing cases to occupy his mind with. He has had his own flat for most of his life now, but he’s never thought to call it home. It lacks the right essence, a soul. He’d rather observe the grumpy man complaining over a mountain of paperwork he’s been forced to complete by tonight.
After a while, Connor makes him a wonderfully lousy cup of coffee, which Gavin berates him for while emptying the cup like it is the most delicious brew in the world.
“What do you want, tin can.”
He’d like to stay like this for the longest time, bare of his usual shell.
“Supervision.” Gavin laughs at the serious look he gives the overworked man and shakes his head slightly in mild exasperation.
“A stupid way to sabotage my progress. Thought you could do better.”
Connor is hypnotised by the focus the detective is able to put into his work, the way his eyes follow the flowing text on the screen and the cute habit of curving his lips when he…
“Are you going to stare at me the whole night?” The man looks up at him with face the colour of cherry and Connor has to stop himself from performing a complete scan of him.
“This or… you’ll let me help with those documents so we can leave.” He isn’t sure what he’s doing, just that it fills him with something exciting, making his brain a little bit soft.
“Be my guest.”
Connor ignores the slight strain in the detective’s voice and connects his skinless hand with the terminal. It takes him about five seconds to finish the hours worth of mundane work.
“Phcking androids.” Like Gavin hasn’t been mesmerised by the glowing nakedness of his.
“You’re welcome.” This is nice, but not nearly enough. 
“So, where do you wanna go?” 
Oh, he doesn’t actually have anything concrete on his mind. Just somewhere no one would invade their space.
“I’d like to finally meet Miss Chunky.”  
-
Their short journey to Gavin’s place has been painfully quiet, so much so that he is forced to notice the detective’s elevated heartbeat and his ever-rising stress levels. Not that Connor’s were anywhere low.
The flat itself is an absolute mess, just like he has expected. But cosy in a way, properly lived in. He really likes it here.
Gavin runs into one of the rooms, yells some profanities and then emerges with an enormous fluffball in his arms.
“Here she is.” The feline is being handed to him without question and he’s glad that he can’t feel pain, for she doesn’t agree with the idea of being held by a stranger, apparently.
“She’s…. lovely.” He attempts to pet her furry head, but not even Connor can accomplish such an impossible feat.
“Yeah, an absolute joy to have around.” With that, he gently drops the mass of hair to the ground and joins Gavin who has made himself comfortable on the sofa which also serves as a claw sharpener, or so it seems.
They share a brief moment of silence before it gets interrupted by the dreaded reality check.
“What is this. Us. I mean. Why did you come here with me.” He hates the nervousness oozing from the trembling man. If only there was a way of making it disappear.
 But he has to ask first.
“Do you… do you think I’m perfect?”
 The unabashed laughter makes him forget all the anxiety this question came with.
“You self-satisfied prick.” There is no malice in the slur. On the contrary, he can sense fondness coming from Gavin, which is surprisingly not as scary as he anticipated it might be. “You’re the most imperfect person I’ve ever met. Annoying as hell, always acting like you’re above everything, and I hate it when you pretend that nothing affects you. Even you’re face is marred with all the phcking freckles.” He flicks Connor’s nose, which ignites something dangerous inside of him. “…and your coffee sucks.” Gavin takes a deep breath and through the exhale adds: “You’re just terrible at being a flawless machine.”
“Maybe that’s the reason I’m here, then.”
He feels like smiling, and so he shamelessly does so.
“I wouldn’t invite you to my home if you were anything other than what you are.” Gavin tentatively touches his hand, tracing invisible patterns with his finger. Not even his lousy self-control could prevent him from retracting his skin and making the human lose his mind by trying to interface with him. It’s a futile attempt, he’s fully aware of that, but the warmth he gets from Gavin is worth all of the pointless effort. 
Perhaps being alive isn’t the worst thing imaginable, at least not now.  
“Close your eyes, tin can.”
And Connor can’t wait to show the detective just how terrible he’s at kissing, too.
@convinseptember take this word-spewage  xD
13 notes · View notes
ferie-anon · 3 years
Note
Hi!😍How are you? Can i get a ship with Ateez? I'm capricorn sun, venus and mercury, gemini moon, sagittarius rising and pisces mars. Thank you so much 🙏🤩
I’m good! You’re a capricorn sun with a gemini moon, these two placements make an intellectual power source. The intellect and capability of utilizing your brain and details is impeccable, and with cap sun when you put it to work, there will be success with the effort/hardwork you attempt. Capricorn mercury, you keep it real. Rather than a brutal honest way to your communication, you are more stating things matter of factly in a honest way, but kinda chill yknow. If virgo mercuries were more of a fact and organzied direct speaker, you would be similar to that but in a more chill way like you’re only being realistic, not critical. Capricorn venus seem to rather show off their love to their partner theough hardwork and presenting the notion that they are responsible and trustworthy in that aspect. They care a great deal about their close ones/loved ones, but not usually in an affectionate physical displaying mannerism. Lastly, your pisces mars indicates you may easily be sensitive at times, and can be more on the whimsical outlook towards your goals. However with your other earthy placements, you are not too wishy-washy. Sag rising prompts others to view you at first to be optimistic or an exuberant vibe. Sagittarius is ruled by jupiter, the planet that is ruler of prosperity, expansion, good fortune (luck). These aspects may be projected to your outer appearance, so you may seem more youthful or healthy, and you view the world in an openminded positive way sometimes.
In Ateez... your match is Seonghwa!
Tumblr media
Momhwa here has a motherly side and a strict honest side. I think the dynamics between you two are similar yet balanced in a way where you both share different perspectives that can benefit each other~ Seonghwa’s sun is in aries, and these individuals are determined, honest, and morally inclined. You can definitely see his passion when he dances or his facial expression during performances, and despite his soft disposition at times, he can be quite the savage person if needed. His moon is in cancer and I will elaborate further in the next paragraph, but since his moon sign is in this placement, that is why he is sensitive yet very compassionate or able to understand others (in a motherly way as seen to Ateez). These two placements create a a nice parallel to each other. Similarly, you seem to have two parallels within you, you can be quite the dilligent, responsible person when you need to, the student that does well when they do their work, but with your gemini moon you could be prone to many new thoughts occurring that may cause you to be flighty in your duties at times: hence the student that may be smart but not exactly labeled as the teacher’s pet. You don’t wanna bore yourself of only study and academics, you still retain fun within while enjoying your intellect. Seonghwa thought you were interesting, how you could show such a sunny disposition (child-like expressions) of the world yet retain a serious practical side when you decided to do so, a side that heavily appealed to the natural caretaker and responsible one of Ateez, Seonghwa.
Tumblr media
Now to the elaboration of his cancer moon. Cancer moons are quite the baby of the water sign family in the moon aspect, as the moon is the ruler of cancer the zodiac sign, thus this aspect naturally is more powerful or at home within this position. Seonghwa is empathetic, has a lot of emotions (inherently sensitive), and has a lot to give to others emotionally (as a supportive pillar). These traits make Seonghwa more of a little compassionate fluffball despite his other contrasting personality traits (cough cough Seonghwa is duality, Duality is Seonghwa). Your gemini moon on the other hand is less emotionally inclined, I would say you may not display your emotions or discuss deep topics on how you feel, but it doesn’t mean you are insensitive. You deal with your emotions and feel them in a different way, you may feel easily overwhelmed or change how you feel right after experiencing a new resolve. Seonghwa loves your new fresh perspective, how you come up with new ideas or brightly display your thoughts of knowledge of your favorite interests. Seeing that beaming smile just makes Seonghwa go heart eyes ya know~ I think with Seonghwa, you feel like you can be more comfortable in confiding your emotions as Seonghwa would not judge you and he would listen to your little worries or temporary thoughts of complaints on a bad day. It is something balancing that you both would feel soothed and healing within.
Tumblr media
Seonghwa’s mercury is in aries! These natives are honest and not keen on hiding the truth, they desire the truth back to them as well. As you can see, Seonghwa is pretty strict such as cleaning or nagging the members to clean, puck up stuff, and to take care of stuff. Aries mercury inherently are just very true to themselves and if there’s something they want to say, they will say it but it’s not purposely directed to tear down or hurt others. With your capricorn mercury, you are similar in the fact you wanna keep it real as well, hence you both have similar values in communication-wise. Seonghwa will find himself agreeing and working well with your unfiltered communication, as you both aren’t afraid to say or give your opinion towards others and each other.
Tumblr media
Next, Seonghwa’s venus is in aquarius. With your capricorn venus, these two will seem like an odd match of love styles but complements each other well. Capricorn venus like to show they are capable and not too dependent, similarly venus aquarius like to show how different they are from others, a rebel at heart, charming others with their cool detachment. However, you both value your privacy or are not usually very expressive in physical affection, however you both have a mutual understanding of reasoning and thinking. Seonghwa may appreciate your independency and admire ur outward approaches, likewise you may appreciate Seonghwa’s logicality or problem solving attitude in a situation. These placements give me two badass anime characters who fell in love with each other, and are each others partner in crime and lover.
Tumblr media
Lastly, his mars is in aries! Direct, pursuing, and passionate about the things he love, goals and aspirations, it is also evident in his love style. He is direct in how he wants to approach you, and rlly has heart eyes a lot and with prominent aries energy he may initiate more physical contact but ofc nothing that crosses the boundary if you dislike it. Your mars pisces is someone who wants someone to guide them or despite your earth signs not very vocal about intimacy, you crave for some emotional bond and affection still. Which Seonghwa can give :3
Overall, you two are the ones that are independent and internally strong but are really just little soft marshmallows that wanna cuddle with each other, but you two maintain a cool face while you do so. You two have an underlying softness in your compassion and love for other and each other, yet you don’t lose your reasoning/logical sense of self from it. You two are balanced very well and I k I said that too much lol 😂 You two radiate -> 🍓🌹💌📝💕🌿☘️🌓🍟
7 notes · View notes
Link
Things get darker right before they get brighter in the end, something three plucky teens are about to learn. Sometimes you just want that darkness to have never had a reason to come for you in the first place. One has to be careful what they wish for, of course.
Welcome to the end, friends
Danny was on the ground, unmoving.
The ghost left with a cheerful wave, saying, “Tata!”  Like he hadn’t just ruined their lives worse than the first time Tucker had heard Danny’s screams at their loudest.  Like it was simply a wonderful day and they had engaged in the most wonderful of conversations, not a fight that ended with one of them-
Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving and pale.
Tucker was trying everything he could think of, removing most of Tucker’s tops and trying to perform every life-saving action he knew off, pressing against his chest, trying to breathe more breath into his lungs, keeping pressure on the bleeding and burnt wound when he saw it.
Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving, pale, and bleeding.
Tucker knew everything was blurry because tears were clouding his vision.  He knew he was crying. He knew he was shaking with the force of his sobs and for once in his life, he couldn’t bring himself to give half a damn about that because Danny-
Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving, pale, bleeding, and his heart wasn’t beating no matter how long Tucker listened for it.
Sam was doing something, pulling out Danny’s weapons, and Tucker wanted to scream at her that she’d done enough with Fenton weapons already.  He wanted to scream and rage at her for what she had done so far with Fenton Tech. He wanted to go to the Fentons and rip them all a new one for making what they made.
Because Danny was dead in Tucker’s arms, and screaming and crying were the only things he could do about it.
But he didn’t scream at Sam, he just watched as she pulled out one of Danny’s paintbrushes and dipped it in the ectoplasm of the cartridge in one of his guns.  She started drawing on Danny’s face, his arms, his chest, and then pulled out another cartridge of charged ectoplasm in another gun and poured it in Danny’s mouth, tilted his head so that he would swallow.  “Chant with me. Chant with me Tucker, we have to fix this!”
Tucker didn’t know any Hebrew, decided he’d learn both because Sam was his friend and because apparently, she could do things that could save their lives with it.  Tucker didn’t need to know what he was saying to say it, and he did say it, over and over again for the next 10 minutes, until the drawings on Danny’s body lit up like fire and every ray of light rushed toward him and everything went dark.  Tucker could hear the song of the universe dimming in his ears and knew nearly for a fact that Danny was sucking the ectoplasmic energy into him along with every other flavor of power within blocks of him. Tucker would let the sun itself go black just to hear Danny’s laugh again.
The darkness faded, Danny’s body was outlined in light, the markings were gone, and Danny groaned.  His chest rose and dropped, his heart was beating, color was coming back to his skin, he was as warm as he’d been since the accident.  Danny was alive in Tucker’s arms, and Tucker wanted to cry even harder than he already had. Instead, the put Danny’s binder back on him, Sam grabbed his shirt and jacket, and Tucker carried Danny out to their hoverboards.  They flew to Sam’s house, Tucker staying as high and close to the sun as he could to let Danny soak in all the light he needed. When they got to Sam’s house, Tucker didn’t let Danny go until he was being set on a love seat on Sam’s balcony.
There were, of course, jokes to be made about the way Danny curled up in the fleeting October sunlight and how his fluffball curls and height combined with this to make him much like a kitten.  Jokes about him being a cross between Superman and the Martian Manhunter could’ve also been made. Danny was a white-haired anime boy, that could be remarked upon with laughs aplenty. Tucker made no such jokes.
Tucker put to use the information he’d gathered at his last LARPing session at furrycon after a shank attempt by a guy who’d wandered into the park where he’d been LARPing at that took their cosplay a bit too seriously.  That being that leather was wonderful armor, silk blocked stabs fantastically when a blade slid through said leather, and that one should always wear cotton under silk anything because sweating to death after a fight near to death wasn’t fun.  He’d smacked a crazy guy upside the head and gotten a useful lesson out of that. Tucker’s older cousin could supply the leather, Sam could order fine silk jackets and pants for all of them, Danny had cotton shirts already, and Sidney offered to use intangibility to fuse the two together.  Tucker commented that the leather would look fitting on Sam since she was more of a punk anyway. She called him a furry, he called her a weeb, and they both explained the concepts to Sydney.
That was all fine and dandy against most blunt force, stabbing and slashing that even a ghost could probably do, but against ghosts and their intangibility, there were few places to go.  Sam had her magick book but Tucker didn’t want to touch on anything supernatural for a while and unless she could prove that her wards were working, he wouldn’t exactly trust Danny’s life with them.  Convincing Jack Fenton that he needed some easily worn and hidden accessory to prevent possession was almost sadly easy, the only condition being that Tucker had to wear one of those horrible looking hazmat suits.  Tucker let it hang in his closet, as he had no intention of matching Jack Fenton’s fashion sense.
One might feel that Tucerk and his friends were being a bit excessive in their measures to keep Danny padded up against the world, but such an individual hadn’t seen their best friend since age 1 die in front of them by the same person’s hand twice so that particular person could kindly go shove their opinion where the sun don’t shine in Tucker’s very polite opinion.
Danny himself was groggy for most of his recovery time and had clearly caught on that they were being extra protective of him.  While Sam was introducing Sidney to anime and videogames and Tucker was showing him the best comics and music, Danny always had whoever wasn’t with the others within arm’s reach.  He was jumpy when it came to his ghost sense telling him that Sidney was there, had his hood up whenever they were outside, and even though they’d been near forcing Agatha’s cooking down his throat at every meal they could, Danny had yet to Go Ghost.  Sam brought up the idea of taking down the shapeshifter and Danny balked at the topic, bringing up the frogs, the latest anime that she had shown Sidney or really anything else when she did this. Tucker was more than fine with this since no ghost mode meant no seeking out danger which meant that the only fights they were dealing with included Dash, Kwan and Dale making fun of them for being a furry, a weeb and a Fenton.  Seeing Sam put her martial arts to use when Dash tried to stuff Danny in a locker was worth the detention he got for tripping Dale as he rushed in to help. He spent it with Sam anyway so that was fine. If wanting Danny safer than Amity was selfish then Tucker was as far from selfless as possible.
“Hey, Danny,” Tucker said while he worked on finishing up the Spector Deflector that Dr. Fenton had started for him in Danny’s workshop.  “There’s a swap meet coming up in Harrison Park this Saturday. Wanna come with? I’m gonna get a set of dice if I can and see if I can show Sidney DnD.  Maybe we all can play even.” He grinned. “We can get you a new bowling ball so you can destroy Sam in bowling.”
“Bro, you’ll be wrecked with her,’ Danny challenged from where he drew in his art book instead of doing his homework.  Tucker was procrastinating by making ghost hunting tech, he couldn’t blame Danny. “That sounds cool.”
“Awesome.”  Tucker set down his tools and pulled up his safety goggles.  “Can you come over and poke this? Very lightly and just a little in case I’m as done as I think I am.”  Danny obliged and there was a loud SNAP accompanied by a yelp and Tucker patted Danny’s shoulder.  “Looks like I’m done with the internals. Now all I gotta do is adjust it so that it can ignore your ectosignature, and Sidney’s and Agatha’s, and it’ll really be done.”
“Done for your armor idea, right?”  Danny scoffed, slugging Tucker in the shoulder while he looked for the blueprint he’d downloaded of the part that’d track ectosignatures in the Fenton Finder.  “Sidney told me about it while we were watching Star Wars. Or should I call it his guard duty shift? Cause I know what you guys are doing and while I appreciate your concern over my safety, I’m the one with powers here.”
“20 hours straight of unconsciousness and tears say that superpowers don’t mean you don’t need protection against people with the same superpowers.”  Tucker huffed. “If we’d been wearing some armor like we’re making then that fish thing probably wouldn’t have been able to bite through me like it did.  Silk and piercing ya know.” He bumped shoulders with Danny when he went quiet and forced his lips up into a smile. “And besides, your parents have literally no fashion sense.  A leather jacket lined with silk? Leather pants, probably with studs in it since Sam is involved? Dude, that’s cool as fuck looking. You’ll be the best-dressed ghost out there.”  Danny laughed and shook his head. Tucker got to work setting up the design for the Fenton Fabricator™ to make for the Spector Deflector. He also considered asking for a cut of the royalties when the belt inevitably became a Fenton Brand item, since he’d finished it.  “You think putting on clothes in ghost form will invert their colors like your suit?”
“Fuck you, Tuck, now I have to find out.”  Danny huffed and Tucker snickered. For a moment everything was quiet, and then arms were wrapping around his middle.  “Thanks, Tuck. For everything.” Tucker looped an arm around Danny and smushed him against his side.
“That’s what bros are for, man.”  The room was a comfortable quiet after that.  The Fabricator and the generator were humming softly at the edge of Tucker’s once again human limited hearing, the only other sound was their breathing and - Tucker could swear - their heartbeats.  The air was charged with something more than ectoplasm and electricity and Tucker wasn’t sure if Danny knew that as well, but he knew that he could hardly know anything else right then. So naturally, Tucker lowered his hand at Danny’s side and started tickling him.  Danny squeaked, squealed out some giggles, and phased out of his grip when wriggling didn’t work.
“You dick!  Get over here!”
Danny appreciated the effort Sam, Tucker and Sidney were putting in for him, he really honestly did.  Sidney still went to his therapy session with Jazz which Danny could tell were helping him by how bright his aura had gotten, and between him and Jazz at school there were at least a few bright auras to go around, but with how things were going, Danny felt at least a bit suffocated.
Half the auras at school - both student and teacher - were dim enough that Danny almost couldn’t see them.  Dash and company had been especially vicious as of late, calling them every name under the sun and getting into actual fights with him, Tucker and Sam.  Between the three of them they managed well enough - being dragged to martial arts lessons with Sam and fighting eldritch abominations from the afterlife did things for your confidence in facing up to bullies - but it hadn’t ever been this bad before.  And while Tucker and Sam both were clearly brighter than everyone else emotionally, they were skirting around things in the most unsubtle way imaginable and Danny wondered how they kept anything hidden. Sam tried to get him into ghost form to see how fast he could fly, Tucker changed the topic from anything ghostly to something nerdy and Sidney seemed to stare at him as much as he did the movies they were watching.  Sure, Sidney was keeping his eyes on the screen but Danny knew ghosts could see more than just with their eyes and the feeling of being constantly watched was getting more than unnerving.
Saturday was a breath of fresh air.  Sam was maybe coming down with something and Sidney was off exploring the city on his own, so it was just Danny and Tucker buying the stuff they’d come for and laughing their heads off at their dumb jokes.  It was sunny, the crowd was bright with positivity abound, and he was having fun with his best friend in the world. It was nice.
Of course, a ghost attack ruined it.
Cotton candy erupted and flooded the place, and Danny slid under a table while the crowds stampeded away, yanking Tucker under as well.  He reached inside, past the void of darkness into the soft and splintered light at his center. It exploded out to the surface and in a flash of silver glass, shimmering shadows wove his hazmat suit around him and unraveled gravity’s hold on his body.  He shuddered, glitching out of reality - or what he was so very hopeful and sure was reality anyway - and gave Tucker a smile. “Wish me luck.” He slid down into the ground and forward, rising out of a mound of cotton candy as big as himself. There was a woman with long black hair, dark green skin, and blue scarce clothing floating over the sweets and stretching her arms.  “I understand a sweet tooth and all that, but this is a bit dangerously Much.” Danny held out a hand with a smile when a sneer was turned his way. “I’m Danny Phantom, hopefully nice to meet you.”
“ I am Desiree,” she said in some accented blend of every language that Danny knew.  It was headache-inducing and he definitely didn’t like it. “ This confection explosion was hardly my intention boy, I am cursed to use my power to grant the wishes of all those who make them. ”
“What, like a jinni?  If I find and rub your lamp and say ‘I wish I had a dick’ do you complete my tra-”
“ So you have wished it, so shall it be. ”  Her hands went up, green smoke curled around him, through him, within him, caressed that inner light and warmth that was his human body, and Danny shuddered in the wake of power well beyond his ability to fully process.  Before the smoke even cleared, Danny could hear Desiree speaking through gritted teeth. “ Yes, boy I am a Jinni.  One of your kind cursed me, both to be trapped in that infernal bottle, but also to use my power for all who catch my ear. ”
Danny was reeling when the smoke cleared, giving himself a mental review of what he could feel on himself and gawked when he realized what had happened.  “Um. Wow.” Desiree was clearly unimpressed. “Uh, well, I know a way I can he-” a ball of ectoplasma, charged up with energy, raced into Desiree’s gut and knocked her back and Danny really wished that people would stop interrupting him.
“Stay away from him, damn it!  Can’t we have one nice day?” Tucker readied another shot and Danny waved his arms to tell him not to.  “I wish I had stopped you from going into that stupid fucking portal! Then we wouldn’t be in this mess!”  crud.
“ So you have wished it, so shall it be. ”  FUCK .  Green mist filled Danny’s vision, and everything went dark.
12 notes · View notes
svtegg · 5 years
Text
dad!svt (97 line)
mingyu:
2 cute ass kidsss
they’re six and four
a boy and a girl
minhyuk,,,he’s 6 and hes best friends with seungcheol’s 6 year old son, wonwoo’s twin boys and joshua’s daughter eunbi 
minhyuk is exactly like his dad, a little too big for his age, clumsy and v v v happy all the time
he likes animals a lot and whined at mingyu so much that mingyu begged joshua to take minhyuk with him on his and his daughters zoo dates
minhyuk basically lives in seungcheol’s house and seungcheol is so happy about that
minhee, she’s 4 and she’s a delight.....everyone’s best friend basically
she’s especially close with jun’s 4 year old son chaohua and seungkwan’s 4 year old daughter yeona
and she loves all the babies,,,,she’s obsessed with any type of baby
she has a huge collection of stuffed animals and calls them all baby cow, baby bear, puppy, kitty or baby (whatever name of the animal)
mingyu literally adores her and she adores mingyu
even though shes a mama’s girl
mingyu spends almost 100% of his time with his kids....but minhyuk is starting to get very rowdy and hyper so mingyu is always out of breath when he goes out to play in the back garden w his son
he comes in through the terrace doors,,, sweating,,,,panting......and hair pushed back, his sweater abandoned on the grass outside as minhyuk continues to climb on the swingset
he spoils his children the most, always playing with them and doting on them,,,,not only is mingyu a great dad.,,,..but he’s also everyone’s favorite uncle,,,, 
bc he always plays with all the kids and play fights with them 
so he’s basically a kid magnet,,,,2 and or more kids all over him at basically any time of day
convinced you to let your kids co sleep.....and got a bigger bed when minhyuk turned 3 and started getting bigger instead of teaching him to sleep in his room
loves his kids more than anything and loves the other boys kids and any kids tbh,,,,
also constantly begging you for a dog.....gets his son in on the begging and is conspiring with your daughter to also join in the begging,.,.,.,
he wants a dog he’s gonna get a dog....its that or a new baby you choose for yourself
seokmin: 
1 kid........so far
seokmin is so emotionally invested in his son....and he doesnt know if he can mentally take another one
bc he cries at everything your son does
he’s just THAT proud ooookay
taemin....is three and he just learned to talk properly
he’s running, eating solid food, sitting by the table at dinner time, learning to listen to what his parents ask of him
and everytime he does anything seokmin tears up
the fisrt time taemin smiled.......seokmin started sobbing into his hands and then taemin started crying and you had to comfort two babies
seokmin often calls taemin by his most used pet names....,, ‘tae, minnie or my star’
seokmin and taemin are best friends.....their favorite thing is building legos and puzzles.....and they love cartoons
seokmin gets so invested in these kid cartoons its literally all he talks about sjdfjs
taemin is the calmes kid ever he has the best temrament and never gets cross or angry
sometimes he whines or cries a little
but mostly bc he’s tired or hungry
taemin is a little on the shy side to seokmin often brings taemin on playdates to soonyoung’s house 
bc hanbyul is the complete oposite of taemin and they teach each other how to balance out their personalities a little
and bc of this they become best friends rlly quickly
and because hanbyul has a little brother taemin starts wanting a sibling...
bc he thinks hanbyul is really cool and wants to be like her
he’s basically soonyoung’s kids’ biggest fan
seokmin gets so stressed about tae wanting a sibling lmao bc he wants to give his son the world but he’s so scared to have another one bc what if he doesnt handle it well what if he’s not a good father what if he gets too stressed and yells at his babies what if-
and you just have to hug him and tell him he’s alright
and that you dont need another kid if he’s not ready
but one day seokmin takes tae to the park and he sees tae sitting alone in the sandbox while a set of older twin girls play beside him...and tae is just staring at the girls but more in a ‘ooo that looks fun but i dont wanna disturb’ way
and he changes his mind right then....he wants taemin to have a sibling and he also wants more kids bc......look at that little human...thats my human....i made that little star.....wow
minghao:
minghao has two kids
two girls
meihui, 2,,,
the most determined and lively 2 year old ever
climbs on anything....has already figured out how to get on top of the kitchen counter
she’s an explorer and puts everything in her mouth including dirt, insects and the family cats paws
a dancer.....literally dances to any music
her favorite song is all night by f(x) hhhh
 qiaohui is his second born daughter, she’s only 6 months
she’s very small because she was a premature baby....she was born almost four weeks before the due date
so she’s a little fighter
she’s just learning how to use her arms and turn around by herself 
and minghao is so so proud of his little baby
mei is starting her terrible twos and fusses a lot,,,,
she’s a feisty little lady and probably the one out of all the kids that yells and screams the most
minghao is so patient with her too is adorable
whenever she refuses to put on her clothes or eat and starts screaming and wailing and throws herself onto the floor he just stands there watching her with an unamused expression waiting for her to stop
and if she doesnt he just sits down beside her and continues to calmly ask her if she’s gonna stop screaming and get dressed because she cant climb onto the counter when she has to leave for her doctor’s appointment in 20 minutes
a very good father
so loving and patient
on the stricter side and is trying his hardest to teach mei not to climb onto stuff that’s too high bc she will fall off and hurt herself
lowkey a huge fluffball for his daughters and will fight anyone who ever tires to hurt them
mei isnt only terrible though,,,,shes a fun girl who likes to dance with her dad or play with her animal figurines and loves showing them off to her parents and name them 
mei is also very indipendent and is already sleeping in her own bed and using the potty!!! big girl!!
minghao is a laidback dad, v v v patient and calm but also will dicipline when his girls breaks the rules.....but they rarely do bc minghao is a good parent and raises his kids RIGHT u best believe
221 notes · View notes