Caretaker Role

CARETAKER ROLE

Who in the world could hate kindness? Sweetness? Conscientiousness? All of us, on some level, like to be pampered and taken care of, from the most churlish to the most pleasant. Yes, even those grouchy grumps, or, of course, the cool-headed psychos -

Okay, maybe not all of us to the same degree.

Regardless of your disposition, somehow, you've gained a doting significant other. It seems like they find their greatest pleasure in taking care of and looking out for you. This may manifest in them simply trying to keep you entertained, happy, and healthy; it could also come in the form of them being a domestic doter, taking care of all your needs. Be it the former or the latter, there's an inherent adorableness that comes with their efforts and generosity, and in return, you have an urge to protect and care for them. They're just too precious for this world! Only, you know, there's a good chance you can a. ignore this, because you're emotionally stunted and full of wo/manpain, or b. repress it because you're a badass and would never.

Unless you've completely disregarded all that because they're just too much and you want to hold them forever.

So, how do you feel about all this? Do you wish they'd stop with this foolishness (not really)? Are you pushing them away? Are you embarrassed? Maybe you're absolutely taken with them! Just realize that you have it incredibly good.

HOW TO PLAY
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ROLE
• Usual: This is how they always are. "Caring" is in their nature.
• Unexpected: They don't seem like the type...but with you, they are.
• Terrible at It: They're trying hard, yet it seems like they fail at trying to take care of you. Depending on who you are, though, that may just make them more endearing.
• Because You Like It: They heard you like those who are sweet and kind, so they're trying to change their ways.
• Not Together: Technically, you're not together romantically, but everyone knows the truth.
• The Doted Upon: What it says on the tin!

PROMPTS
• Feeding: Whether they cook for you or have moments where they feed you, literally, they take your nutrition seriously.
• Massage: Let them work out all those kinks.
• Clean You Up: Here, they've drawn a warm bath for you.
• Dress Your Wounds: If you're the kind of person who gets in battles, they'll see that you're all patched up.
• Singing: Or telling stories, or otherwise calming you down.
• Lap Rest: Sometimes, their lap is the best pillow.
• A Shoulder to Cry On: When you have troubles, they're always there to listen.
• The Calming Force: If you have moments of terror from past trauma, they're always willing to put themselves on the line to bring you back to reality, even if it puts them in danger.
• Soft Kisses: Their kisses feel so good, and they're never demanding.
• Head Pat: Sometimes, a simple gesture can mean the most.
• Grooming: They'll fix your hair - or at least play with it - and help you shave.
• Gifts: Homemade or expensive, they like to shower you in presents.
• Lovemaking: The obligatory smut option, where they're a generous lover.
• Protector: They look out for you, and while they don't seem that way, if you're threatened, they get like a bear protecting her cubs.
• Gentle Giant: They make you feel so small and delicate.
• Reverse: For once, you want to dote on and take care of them.
• Unwilling: It's a wonder they still try to care for you, because you're cruel to them and rebuff them at every turn, even if you really don't mean it.
• It's Okay to Cry: They never get upset because they don't want to put that on you. You want to let them know they can let it all out.
• WILDCARD

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[ either role. ]

[ooc: Open to cross-canon?]

[ She's naturally inclined to taking care of others, but either role is fine! ]

[Preference for him as the one being cared for.]

[ he's more likely the one being taken care of but either role works! ]

(M/F, canon through "Knock,Knock" and can go either way depending on pairing, castmates (early to mid season 1 only for Nygma please?) and cross fandom welcome)

(can be either!)

( leaning towards caretaker but definitely okay with either role. )

[Definitely the care taker. canon and cross canon welcome.]

[ she's a midwife by trade so she definitely doesn't mind looking after people. she wouldn't mind having someone take care of her though but shhh don't tell anyone that. ]

[Playing post-Days of Future Past AU Rogue unless asked for another point in her timeline. Prose pref. Open to almost any verse/time, either role.]

[Either role but favours the caretaker role.]

Edited 2015-12-29 21:24 (UTC)

He was officially having an Off Day. It had been six months since his mother had left and taken his sister with her, leaving him alone with his father in a dingy apartment that more often than not stank of smoke and alcohol. Kamio could handle that most days. But today was not most days. He'd forgotten his math homework and got lunchtime detention, he'd been called on in English and screwed upa translation, tennis practice had ended with a tennis ball to the face (Ishida had been horrified and apologised profusely), and then on the way home the heavens had opened up and he'd remembered he'd lent his umbrella to Shinji.

When he arrived home sopping wet, achy and exhausted to the bone it was to find the front door locked and the pocket where he kept his key empty. With a whimper he banged his head against the glass pane of the door, remembering quite clearly exactly where on his bedroom dresser he had left the key this morning. He knocked loudly but it was clear his father wasn't home, and with his dad there was no way of knowing when he'd be back. Ten minutes or ten hours were the same when he got drinking.

Kamio slid his phone from his pocket and thumbed down his short list of contacts. He considered Shinji, but he knew that his best friend was in charge of his sisters tonight. Tachibana was in high school now, too busy for his kouhai's problems. The other guys were cool, but...Kamio was already dialling the one number he trusted more than anyone on the list. He shivered a little from the cold while he waited, then his heart sank a bit when it went to voicemail.

'Uh, hey Takeshi's voicemail. This is Kamio. Not Kamio's voicemail, the actual Kamio. The actually very wet and fed up with life Kamio,' he laughed a little nervous laugh, realising he was babbling. 'I guess you're not home. Or maybe you are and you're taking a shower or doing something. I don't know. I just wanted to hear your voice. Maybe I'll dial you again so I can hear your voicemail message again. Or is that creepy? Yeah it's creepy, I won't do that. I guess...call me? Maybe? If you're free. And you don't mind. I know it's a school night and stuff but I really need-'

The phone cut him off. Kamio blink and stared at it for a moment, his heart sinking further. He hadn't been able to say the most important part. "I need you".

He swallowed hard and slid his phone into his pocket. He was too scared to call back, he didn't want to seem needy. But he did need Momo. Right now he wanted nothing more than a serious hug. Taking a deep breath he grabbed his backpack and headed out; no use staying in the hallway. Maybe he'd find Momo at the street courts...

Momo had been in the shower. Tennis practice has gone on longer than usual, mainly because he'd been an idiot and gotten into an argument with Kaidoh that could have been avoided but hadn't been avoided because they were both idiots and didn't know when to back down. Sure they'd sorted it out eventually, but practice had been put on hold while Mummy and Daddy had their argument and the kids pretended they didn't hear or see a thing. Momo had promised them ice cream afterwards.

Unfortunately the sky had darkened and ice cream was on hold for a day when it wasn't going to rain. Everyone went their separate ways and Momo managed to get home just before getting utterly soaking wet. He'd greeted his mum and immediately gotten his ass stripped and into the shower to get warm.

He returned to his room a few twenty minutes later, towelling his hair dry and wondering if he should get his homework done now or later, when he noticed his phone was lit up. He'd moved toward it but it went dark just as he reached for it. A missed call from Kamio. Curious as to why the redhead was calling him, Momo unlocked his phone and called up the voice message that had been left for him. He sat on the edge of his bed to listen, a small frown quickly formed, growing deeper with every passing second until the message ended and he was seriously worried. Kamio hadn't sounded right at all.

Momo was on the move in seconds. Hair still damp he got himself dressed in record time, grabbed his coat and was running out of the house like the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels.

It was raining. Momo scowled up at the sky but he was determined. He took his bike and peddled his merry way through the pounding rain to Kamio's place.

It felt like it took forever! He just hoped Kamio was still there when he arrived.

He wasn't entirely shocked to find the street courts empty. Not when the sky had darkened over with angry dark clouds and rain was pouring down hard enough to bounce off the concrete steps. Kamio took shelter underneath the gutter of the club house and pulled out his phone again, hoping to see a message or something. But there was nothing.

Disappointment twisted his stomach and he stuffed the phone back in his pocket. Then he changed his mind and took it out again, dialling Momo's number. He waited and waited, watching the rainwater gush down the steps onto the courts like a mini waterfall. The phone went to voicemail.

'Hello again Takeshi's voicemail. How are you? Good good. I guess Takeshi isn't at the street courts since I'm here and he's not and...yeah. Takeshi? You there?' Kamio swallowed hard, his hand gripping the phone as he begged his boyfriend to pick up. Nothing. 'I guess you're busy. That's cool. I just...wanted to see-'

'Goddammit!' Kamio yelled as the phone cut him off in the middle of his improtant sentence again. He resisted the urge to throw the damn thing across the courts. He sniffd a little, and ran the back of his sleeve across his nose. Just his luck if he was coming down with something. he refused to believe that maybe, just maybe, not having Momo to talk to on his crappy day was making him emotional. Nope, that wasn't it at all.

Then a thought occurred to him; what if Momo was stuck at school? Maybe tennis practice was running really, really late, or he had a detention or…anything? Kamio rubbed his bruised eye from the tennis ball and with a sigh started off into the rain again. Damn he was tired, but the thought of seeing Momo kept him going. He had to be at school, right? Where else could he be?

Kamio wasn't home.

Momo stood outside of his apartment door, dripping wet and banging on the door to no avail. No one was answering, not even the guys father. Frustrated beyond words he kicked at the door, spun around and flopped back against it heavily enough to make him worry he might break the damn thing.

With a sigh he lifted a hand to comb his fingers through his wet hair and push it back off of his face. His other hand reached for his phone to check if he had any more messages from Kamio. Yes he did. Momo lifted the phone to his ear and listened to Kamio's voice. The dumbass was at the street courts... In this weather? Momo resolved to kick the guys ass when he caught up with him for being so stupid! Why couldn't he have just stayed in the one place like a normal person?

Momo sighed and tried calling him back but there was no answer. He thought about leaving a message himself but decided it would be better to just get back on his bike and meet him there.

And that's just what Momo did. Braving the rain again he hopped on his bike and peddled like mad, rising up and leaning forward to get a bit more speed. It was damn dangerous riding as fast as he was in the wet, but he wasn't thinking about that. He was thinking about finding Kamio as soon as possible.

He skidded round a corner, almost coming off of his bike, and turned onto the street courts several minutes later. It was completely deserted. Not a soul in sight. Momo cursed loudly. Then again. And because it made him feel better he did it a few more times until he got tired of that and continued riding around, hoping maybe Kamio had hidden somewhere to keep dry. But no... he was nowhere to be found...

Kamio was huddled against the elements, hugging his school jacket tightly around himself to try and protect himself a little from the wind and rain. It wasn't working; his jacket was soaked through, his hair was plastered over his eyes, and his hands were freezing cold. He was thorouhgly miserable, and even more so when he finally got to Seigaku and found the tennis club room locked up. Not even Kaidoh was still there.

With a groan Kamio leaned against the door. Rain dripped from his hair into his eyes and he checked his phone quickly. A missed call. he could have banged his head against the door. He hadn't heard it because he'd been so focused on getting to school. He felt like crying, and maybe he did, but at least the rain washed it all away so nobody would know. Not that there was anybody around to know.

His thumb hovered over Momo's name, tempted to swipe to call...but he gave up. it simply wasn't to be. fate had dealt him a shitty day and no boyfriend to make it better. Kamio cut his losses and pocketed the phone before it got waterlogged, then trudged back the way he had come with no real destination in mind. his dad probably wasn't home. He had nowhere else to go. Eventually he got sick of even walking, and found a nice bench partly sheltered by a large oak tree. It was still cold, so he drew his legs up and used his backpack as a pillow while he lamented how shit his day was. All he'd wanted was Momo, was that so much to ask?

Momo left the street court and had no idea where else to look... For the next half an hour he went from several different places, all looking for Kamio. He returned back to Kamio's apartment then took a detour to the coffee shop he liked and the record store he knew Kamio liked to go to buy his music. The redhead was nowhere to be found and there were no more voice messages left for him...

He'd tried to call a few more times but Kamio wasn't picking up. Or couldn't pick up. With every passing minute Momo's worry and fear grew until he finally turned around and headed for home. He'd go back and tell his parents what was going on. Maybe he could get his dad to help him look? Maybe they could call the cops and organise a search party? Momo was tempted to call the guys and rope them into helping him look but realised they'd all probably think he was being stupid. Still, Momo couldn't escape the fear that something was wrong and his boyfriend was in trouble.

It was while he was thinking, lost in his thoughts and riding on autopilot, that Momo passed the boy on the bench. At first he didn't take much notice of him but when he realised the guy was huddled in on himself and soaking wet, he knew he couldn't just go past and leave the guy there. Momo turned around and rode back, stopping his bike just in front of him.

"Hey? You okay over there? You lost? Maybe I can help?" No one should be out in the rain. Maybe he could take the guy somewhere he would be warm and safe? If push came to shove he'd take the guy home and his dad could drive him to where he needed to be. It never once occurred to Momo that the guy might be a bad guy and hiding a knife or something ready to kill him. All he wanted was to help. And since he couldn't help his boyfriend... this was the next best thing.

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