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bakerstreet2014-11-11 06:28 pm
reversesock) wrote in bakerstreet2014-11-11 06:28 pm
TAKE YOU IN
The ＴＯＯＫ ＹＯＵ ＩＮ Shipping Meme
They were on your front door, in your yard, or on the street, confused and clearly in no position to fend for themselves; in a worst case scenario, they were bruised and battered, possibly close to death. Bleeding heart or not, you can't just be so cruel as to let them suffer. They need a place to stay, and you'll open your home to them...long enough to get back on their feet, anyway.
Speaking of feet, the shoe could be on the other one. You're worse for the wear - in a new place, possibly injured, certainly not in the best state of mind. You could not even remember how you got here or who you are to get here, for that matter. You may not want to remember. Whether willing or not so willing, you're in no position to turn down help, especially if said helper won't take no for an answer. No matter how dedicated you are to looking after yourself, there's only so much you can do in your position.
The two of you are staying together, at any rate. Only for a while, the plan is. But after said while, even though strength and confidence is returning to the injured, there's something a little different between you two. It could be the close quarters, the kindness shown, or a number of things, but quietly, softly, feelings have grown. Could more confusion and hurt spring from this? What about when it's time to go? Can the temporary resident leave as easily as they intended? You're so close now, perhaps a little while longer can't do any harm...
...until whatever it was that put them in such a perilous position in the first place comes back, and there could be "justice" for anyone who's dared to help.
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- Comment with your character and preferences. Say if you'd rather play the taken in or the person taking them in.
- Reply to others.
- There's no smut option because I'm making a companion smut meme to this for TLH in the next few days, but you can play smut if you really want to!
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- ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ — Who's that? They're no ordinary passersby! Were they in an accident? Are they foreign? ...should you approach them?
- ʀᴀɪɴ, ʀᴀɪɴ, ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ — The elements make this night no time to sleep out of doors.
- ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ — Cuts, broken bones, injuries all of sorts...you have to stitch them back up, then make sure they don't get any
- ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — It's all you can do to show gratitude to the person who took you in. Fix them a meal, care for their house, whatever you can do once you're able.
- ʙᴀᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — FUCK THIS PERSON AND FUCK THEIR COUCH. You didn't ask to be brought here. Let them clean up after you, you don't even care.
- ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ? — How you got into this situation is a mystery. Even more of a mystery is your identity, and why the person you were would be so displaced.
- sᴇʟғʟᴇssɴᴇss —
- ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ — If you've been injured badly enough or can't remember all too well, you might have to relearn a good deal. Luckily, you have a helping hand.
- sᴄᴀʀs — Scars from the encounter that lead you here or scars from prior, you don't want them to see either. You still have your secrets to keep.
- sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ — Ugh, your house guest is so stubborn! They always get up when they should be resting, have the worst habits, and completely disrespect your home! You'll get to them, one way or another. Or you'll throw them out. You don't want to, but you will.
- ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ — Bad memories or nightmares wreck you; your host and nurse comes to your side unexpectedly.
- ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀsʜ — The person who's taken you in is from a different culture or lifestyle than you, and adapting is harder than you thought.
- ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ — Think learning about a new culture is hard? Try being a different species. Can you keep your little eccentricities at bay for the good of your station?
- ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ — Now that your emotions towards your caretaker/host/jailer are softening, you're finding yourself unusually jealous of those in their life who were close to them before.
- ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs — You never thought you'd have fun after all that's happened, yet such simple gestures as a picnic or a movie make all the difference.
- ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — You love them, this person who's taken you in or this person you've found. It's not a pity or a thankfulness, it's love, and you know that now. What you choose to do with this information is
- ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ — Suddenly, the person who's been so nice to you finds out that the two of you have a history. You killed their loved ones or caused something terrible. How can they forgive you?
- ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ — So much has been done for you. The least you can do in return for the one who helped you at your lowest is make sure they never have such a low point.
- ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ — Anyone in the way of getting to you will be destroyed, and that includes the person you're staying with.
- ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ — You've been given a home, maybe which you've never had before. You don't want to leave.
- ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ — Not only are you living with them, but you're starting a proper life with them.
- ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ — All secrets are laid out on the table. You've decided to tell about your past and what lead you here.
- ʀᴇᴠᴜʟsɪᴏɴ — What you've done and who you are is so heinous, they want nothing more to do. You're to leave their home and leave them alone.
- ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ — It doesn't matter what they've done. You've opened your home and your heart to them, and nothing's changed.
- ᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ — All things must come to an end. No matter what you feel for each other, it's time to leave. Hopefully, you'll see each other again.
- ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ — Come what may, you've decided to stay at your new home with the person you love. Now, it's safe enough to do so.
- ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ
Sansa Stark | ASOIAF
Klaus Mikaelson | TVD verse
Lol you pick, homie
Klaus~
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Abigail Hobbs | Hannibal
Maggie Greene | Walking Dead | OTA
homura akemi ( pmmm)
Serah Farron | Final Fantasy XIII | ota
Rin Yamazaki | Mermaid Swamp | OTA
((Character info in her journal if you need it- though really all you have to know in order to thread with Rin is that she's a regular college student.))
Sansa Stark / ASoIaF(GoT)
Uchiha Obito | Naruto
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She could give him one of her feathers to spare his life and be brought up at the place of your choosing, but that will make him bound to her, although she never asks or demands servitude because she doesn't need to. )
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3 of sorts
She was a spirit, shining aura -or chakra, how his people might call it- glimmering in an all-encompassing light. The beacon of light made her features unclear as if she was made of blurry outlines. Instead of dead, she was simply wandering bodiless by her own refusal. She had caught a few glimpses of what happened in this realm - In the past, in the present and the future that would be written with the blood-tinted ink of the generations to come - One of the many views to distract her from her loss, her boredom and her anger.
Now this man who sinned and died loyal to his friend and heart would taste his death when he perhaps had never truly lived for long. Existing and living were two different things, Alexiel understood this as much. If he was fortunate, his soul would be wiped out clean and send back to the wheel of reincarnation. She had nothing to do with him, any other day she could just speed up the process and send him to his final destination, cut down his waiting line from a life to the next.
But somehow her cruel, dark heart -a lie, for she once loved everything that existed until her Father told her love was sinful- felt compassion. So she drew near him and filled the empty space of the void.]
Boy.
[She said, for he was young, just like all human beings were.]
If it is a second chance of life you want-
[From her back, she grew luminous wings and from one of them, Alexiel plucked a feather and offered it to him.]
I will give you a choice to grant you life anew.
Eat that feather and close your eyes.
Eric Sōlt | K
Kaneki Ken || Tokyo Ghoul
Shootie/Trip | Pokemon
If you want just the kid, sans Pokemon, that works too! Open to playing with anyone.No guarantees he won't make rude comments or casually disregard concepts like personal space, though.]
fai d. flourite • tsubasa: reservoir chronicle
( sixteen )
it began with a promise, a promise of forgiveness. already having been betrayed once by the man she called her older brother, they had spoken about meeting up and discussing what had happened. their meeting had ended in yuuki's neck being pierced, and her body becoming stained in blood. yuuki had barely escaped his menacing claws, and had half-walked, half-crawled her way into the unknown.
through the snow, she had left a trail of footsteps stained in blood, and tears that poured from her eyes. while the pain inflicted upon her was nothing worth crying over [at least to her], being used and betrayed like that had left her shocked and feeling hollow.
her destination-less wandering eventually brought her towards the home of someone she wasn't sure if to consider a friend or not. as she fell lightly in front of his door, she thought about how she ended up here and if this was okay, asking for help like this.
she gently reached out with her right hand and scraped her long nails against his door. as her hand fell down, she felt the way the blood on her fingers and knuckles dried up and became cold with the wind. her blood stained eyes closed and she dreamt of the first time she had met fai.
it had been the first time her brother had allowed her to walk out of the mansion they once lived in. it was her first time out and among humans as a vampire, and she had accidently bumped into the tall blond man. it was one of the few moments where she had been graceful and well-dressed. it was the only time his bubbly attitude had bounced off her and she had moved on without paying much attention to him. how could she? her mind had been filled with worry and anxiety about how she appeared and what was going to happen that night.
as snow began to fall over her still body, she wondered if they were even close enough for her to even be here. they had seen each other a few times after that, and while she was still a bit distant with him, she showed him much more kindness than the first time they had met and she had been generally cheerful around him after that.
a few more moments of endless dreams and thinking passed before the sound of the door opening echoed against the silent night. yuuki squeezed her eyes and fingers tightly, afraid of what might happen. would fai turn her away or be disgusted with the way she was weakly laying there, covered in her blood and her brother's blood? she did not know the answer to any of her questions. )
THIS IS SO LATE I'M SORRY
But no, it’s a sound he knows too well from his own experience. Haunts his dreams on rare occasion—nails, raking down a cold, hard surface. It’s unmistakable, makes his own fingertips twitch in recognition. His shoulders square, back straightens a little higher as he glances behind him to look toward where the sound originates from. The door.
Leaving the dishrag in his hands on the countertop he steps out of the kitchen and into the living room to investigate, bare feet padding quietly along the floor. Whatever it is, the feeling that lingers in his spine compels him not to ignore it. Makes him gravitate toward it. An element of danger isn’t even thought of in this instant.
Before he barely manages to crack open the front door the smell of blood wafts through, heavy and thick. His heart already has begun to hammer in his chest as he yanks the door open the rest of the way, only to feel like it stops altogether when the light from the house shines down on the crumpled form on his doorstep.
Yuuki.
Even stained in blood there’s no mistaking her. The girl it seemed fate or luck had him crossing paths with often, the first time quite literally into one another other. The second time they met he made sure to learn her name, becoming even more curious about her. After the third time they met he was beginning to suspect it may have not been a fluke. And now to see her like this…
After a moment of shock he dropped to his knees beside her, face etched in horror and worry. Her skin felt frozen as he cupped his hand along her jaw to gently pull her face toward him. ]
…Yuuki? What—
[ There was no hiding the frantic way he called her name, his arms reaching to pull her into him to cradle her against his body. God, she was freezing. He thanked every deity that she was still alive at least. ]
I’ve got you.
[ He was almost scared to move her, unsure of the extent of her injuries, but she couldn’t stay out here like this, and there was no way he would leave her. So with a very gentle ease he begins to lift her smaller frame with him. ]
Hang onto me, alright?
No worries!
when yuuki felt and heard fai, she remained still. she could not bring herself to look up at him, even when he lifted her head up. her eyes remained mostly closed, and she simply fell against him when he lifted her up.
once on the inside, she managed to grip his shoulder lightly. her entire body was cold, and the blood on her was just a wash away from chipping off.
finally after a few moments of struggling, she was able to speak. )
Sorry.....for troubling you like this.
Vanille | Final Fantasy 13 | ota
James 'Bucky' Barnes/The Winter Soldier | MCU | OTA
Re: James 'Bucky' Barnes/The Winter Soldier | MCU | OTA
[11 or 19 suit you?]
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[Jeeze, both of those would work well, depends on how much conflict we feel like writing]
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[does Bucky wanna wake up from a horrible nightmare or live a horrible nightmare where Steve's place gets attacked? :D?]
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Steve's never really been a big sleeper anyway. Pre-serum, he was sickly, and the rattle in his chest would keep him awake with its noise even if he could actually get enough oxygen into himself to be comfortable. Post-serum, he was far too often just pre- or post- battle. Didn't exactly make for long sleeps.
But things got worse in that way when he got Bucky home.
Not because of Bucky doing anything to him. Hell, no. But because Bucky has horrific nightmares, and Steve's had to wake up to help him out of them more times than he can count. He doesn't resent it, not in the slightest; every bit of exhaustion is a) much less than Bucky's going through and b) a God-given relief because he's got his Bucky back.
Point is, he's tired.
When there's a noise this time, he rolls over, eyes flickering open, to see Bucky's state and to reach for him if he'll endure touch this time. But it's not Bucky.
It's gunfire in the hallway.
Steve swears under his breath.
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He is also pretty damn acutely aware if he let on that he was doing anything of the sort, Steve would get more angry than strictly necessary and demand what the hell Bucky thought he was doing, and that he's never a burden, and if you need me then just wake me... Ad nauseum.
Not that it wasn't useful to have someone to ground him, when it got really bad, but he was getting better, damn it, and he wanted to feel like progress was being made. So that meant sometimes he woke up from a slightly-less-than-physically-ruinous dream and just rolled out of bed and got out of there before the sheer presence of anxiety set Steve off and woke him up.
Tonight that's not quite the case, though, tonight it's something else. An anxiety of his own, and Bucky wakes up easily- not in the grip of something unfamiliar. Far from it, actually, he wakes up feeling more at home in his skin than he has in weeks, and the frightening thing is he knows exactly why that is.
They're not alone. The actual literal worst thing has happened- HYDRA has found him and they're here to try and take him back.
So when he rolls to his feet, it's directly into hunting mode. Steve's his handler, now, that's the only way he is gonna make this work. Protect Steve is his mission, and so he moves into the hallway on silent feet.
And the gunfire starts almost immediately- but it's suppressive fire, and he realizes almost immediately, with another jolt of unpleasant familiarity, that it's not even bullets they're firing. It's darts.
Houtarou Oreki | Hyouka