#I HAVE SO MUCH TO THROW AT THIS GUY -rosey

[crow-collective15]

Help I accidentally started a insult war with the angel of death -Charlie

OH IM SO DOWN DOWN FOR THIS, IVE GOT SO MUCH TO THROW AT THIS GUY HELL YEAH -rosey

[inupibaldspot]

Back off, kid.

Pairing: gojo satoru x reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : this is a part 2 but you don’t really ly need much context haha.

·:*¨༺ Part 1 ༻¨*:·

“You know you guys don’t really look alike.” You say as you bring your hands up and rearrange the tuft of hair to your liking, you hum when the other wise spiky persistent hair bends obediently.

While in-front of you there was a younger dark haired boy, face completely pink but doesn’t dare let any part of his body move from your touch. “We aren’t related so we shouldn’t look alike.” Fushiguro tries to act as normal as ever.

“You know he has been introducing himself as your dad in your PTAs.” you pull away with a smile. “Satoru says they get so shocked and think he is a teen-dad.” You laugh as you trail back to the memory, Gojo’s snarky comment on ‘If I’m Megumi’s dad then you’re his mom; Which makes you my wife~’ remains unsaid.

When you pull away, Fushiguro finally feels his body release tension and finally he lets out a sigh. He hopes Tsumiki comes back finishing her club meeting soon.

“Why are you sighing like a old man, Megumi?” You get up from cushion floor as you then proceed to sit on the nearby sofa and cross you legs, giving him a teasing smile.

Fushiguro looks away from you with a huff. “Just a small headache.” and maybe even a chest pain. Both caused by you.

You hum as you then let out a ‘ah—!’ as you then proceeded to smile and pat on you nap. “Come here.” You smile proudly.

Poor Fushiguro Megumi’s face burst into steam from the heat radiating off his face. “Like hell I can!”

“Megumi…” you said in a soft tone which make the younger boy flatter. “I’m not teasing, I’ll just give you a massage.”

The boy huffs and sits infront of his feet as he felt your gentle soft hands guide his head to you lap. His frown dissipates as he then lets out a sigh of relief upon the movement of your hands near his temple.

You let out a giggle to how Fushiguro was acting like an old man, maybe this is what happens to people who deal with Gojo on a daily basis. “How’s school? from next year you’re going to be a middle school student,megumi.”

It’s been a while since you visited, already finished with highschool and now acting as an active jujutsu sorcerer has kept you busy but still then you would always visit once a week, make them a good meal while also bringing in some groceries. You didn’t have to but you’ve always done it, your soul was so unwavering it warmed Fushiguro to his very core.

“I’ve been using the notes you’ve prepared for me so school is pretty smooth for now…” Fushiguro finally replied as he still doesn’t move his head from your lap, his eyes closed and arms crossed infront of him, cheeks with a rosey color.

“Thank god.” You beam, Fushiguro watches from the crack of his eyes. “It was actually my notes from back in the days. I always kept them with me.”

Fushiguro closes his eyes, the more he watches you the more he feels his heart constrict as if it ran a marathon. “y/n, I want to say… thank you—ugh!” The poor boy’s was pushed off your lap with a sudden but controlled push. “What the hell?”

“I’m so tiredddddd, y/n.” The voice almost purrs as there is a tuft of white hair on the plush of your thighs. You blink at Gojo who seemed to be looking at you from behind his bandages with a wide smiles plastered on his face. “Gimme a massage too~”

Fushiguro knows this scene too well.

Perhaps he wasn’t as subtle as he thought but any time he was too close to you, Gojo who is in his early 20s and almost a decade older than him always manages to throw him away. And now he watches you frowning and reprimanded Gojo for acting like that.

He sighs. “I’m leaving.”

You and Gojo quickly turn to his direction. You had a confused look to your face then it contours to something of worry. Was he mad at Gojo? Fushiguro could almost hear your thoughts.

Where as Gojo who currently has his head on his lap and one of his hand playing with your finger, give him a confused look before it turns into a full blown egotistical. ‘I won!’ smirk.

“Got homework.” Fushiguro turns and leaves.

“Satoru, you’re always acting like that to Megumi.” You say as you tear your hands away from his and then give his head a light ‘chop’.

“Then he shouldn’t touch what’s mine.” He huffs , as he closed his eyes and forms a sassy pout.

“What’s mine?” You question. “Did Megumi take something of yours?“

“No…Right now, it’s still with me.” Gojo opens his eyes, which makes your breath hitch. his eyes ever so beautiful as the evening glow assist its glimmer. “You know what I mean right?”

Your breath hitches and suddenly the room is much hotter,your heart races as it blooms in warmth.

Gojo’s face softens as he looks at your flustered face. “What I mean is… I’m in lo—UGH!”

“Sorry”

Suddenly a new enters the room, the same dark haired boy who left moments earlier. “My pencil slipped from my hand.”

“Megumi, you brat!” Gojo stands up, with currently a pencil stabbed on his forehead. Megumi threw it because he knew Gojo wouldn’t even think of letting his infinity be active when he was near you after all.

Gojo watches as Fushiguro gives him his usual deadpanned look before it turns into a full blown egotistical. ‘Hah! As if I’ll let you confess on my watch’ smile.

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[todoroki-waifu]

Megumi x Reader x Yuta (Separate)

Warning: Female reader. For Megumi’s part, has a dash of reader x Itadori. 

Scenario: They can’t seem to get you off their mind even in their sleep.

Genre: A tiny, tiny bit of angst, but not really angst? Fluff

Word Count: 1,173

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Yuta's eyes shoot open as a gasp leaves his lips. He immediately throws his blanket off his body, feeling a wave of heat suffocate him. He sits up, burying his rosey face into his hands.

It was the third night in a row that he had a heated dream about you. He knew it was impossible for you to reciprocate his feelings, but he still felt horrible for dreaming about you like that. Even if some of his dreams weren't as heated as last night's, he still felt as if he was…violating you.

Yuta has been too scared to openly admit his feelings for you and felt it was much safer to maintain your current friendship. It has been more difficult lately for Yuta to not stutter and keep his heart from leaping out of his chest. 

So, in order to keep his feelings hidden, he decided to avoid you. It was terrible, but his feelings were becoming hard to control. Especially since he can't seem to get you off his mind.

He thought he was being discreet, but turns out that the rest of his friends had noticed.

Especially you.

He was on his way to help Inumaki water the garden, but was stopped by you. You seemed concerned, but Yuta's too busy trying to find a way to escape from you. His heart was pounding again and he felt like he couldn't produce proper sentences. How could he even be of help to you?

"H-hi, Yuta-kun." You briefly looked at him before directing your gaze downwards. "I was wonderin-" 

"I...I gotta go! I forgot something!" Yuta turns around quickly to take shelter in his room. Before he gets too far, his path is blocked again, but this time by Maki and Panda.

"Oh? Where do you think you're going?" Maki slams the end of her spear on the floor with a hard stare. Panda is behind her, arms outstretched to further obstruct his way.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Ikura." Inumaki joins the conversation, coming up from behind you.

"I'm-I'm not avoiding her! I just have a lot of things to do."

"Idiot! You think we're stupid?" Maki smacks Yuta on the back of the head. "We all know that's not the case. Now, hurry up and explain yourself."

Yuta feels the end of her staff push him towards you. Maki hates seeing you upset and all this conflict could be resolved if only Yuta wasn't so scared to talk to you. But she knew it also fell on you as well. You both were too frightened to address the issue so the three of them decided to initiate an intervention.

"Hurry up!" You hear Maki yell at you both after a moment of awkward silence.

"Ummm..." Yuta didn't know how to begin.

"I...uhh..I.." And neither did you.

More silence settles and Inumaki lets out a loud sigh. He pushes you a bit closer to Yuta and looks at both of you. When no words are exchanged, he lets out an annoyed grunt and pulls down his collar.

"Speak."

You both feel a quick jolt down your back and suddenly the first thing that comes to your minds starts pouring out.

"Do you hate me?"

"I love you!"

You didn't mean for your question to come out like that, but you ended up receiving the answer anyway.

"I could never hate you! It's the opposite!" Yuta says in a panicked tone, not intending for his actions to reflect in that way. He immediately holds both your hands, closing the space even more between you both as he starts to properly express his feelings.

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A sigh leaves Megumi's lips as he walks around the school campus, being conscious of accidentally bumping into you. He wasn't ready to face you yet, even though he's already admitted to himself how much he likes you.

Initially, he ignored the first two dreams about you, blaming the back to back missions and training sessions you two had together. Then you started invading his mind even when he wasn't asleep. Megumi hated and questioned why he acted differently around you.

The rapid pulse, increased work of breathing, stomach pains, the lack of focus. It took him a while to find out why, but he knew it was time to stop being in denial. Now for the difficult part:

Asking you out.

While he ponders on how to ask you out on a date, he hears a noise that was his least favorite. Megumi recognizes the sound, walking closer to the source. He finds himself outside, seeing you and Itadori sitting on the steps of the front dorm entrance.

You're crying softly into your hands with Itadori laying a comforting arm over your shoulders. The pink haired boy wears a deep frown while attempting to soothe you. Megumi tries to quell the jealous pang in his heart, knowing it wasn't appropriate to question why Sukuna's vessel was so damn close to you. He puts his rational thinking first and goes to investigate the cause of your distress. Itadori is then alerted by approaching footsteps and his eyes make contact with Megumi's blue ones.

"You're so mean, Megumi!" Yuji shouts suddenly, shooting the dark haired boy a glare.

"Hah?" Megumi responds with a confused look.

"Why aren't you being nice to __(y/n)?"

"Itadori, it's okay." You say softly, gently tugging on his sleeve as you feel him leave your side to stand up.

"What are you talking about?" Megumi steps closer to the two of you.

"I heard you've been ignoring __(y/n). You've been avoiding her for a couple weeks now. Don't you see that you're hurting her?"

"It-it's not on purpose! My intentions weren't meant to hurt her." Megumi lands his gaze on you.

"Then what's the reason? I thought you liked her?" Yuji noticed the way Megumi would react to you whenever you were near him. He's caught him blushing and stuttering more around you than with anyone else.

"You like me?" You stood up slowly, staring at your secret crush with wide __(e/c) eyes.

"D-don't say such embarrassing stuff." Megumi looks away, trying to hide his red face in his uniform collar. He wanted to clear this misunderstanding, but not in front of Itadori. He felt like it should be private, with just you and him.

“How could you say that admitting you like ___(y/n) is embarrassing?” Itadori stands tall, pointing a thumb to his chest with determination in his eyes.

“If you don’t want to be her boyfriend, then I will!”

Bonus

"Ah, just the three I wanted!"  You see your white haired teacher wave as he walks towards your small group, interrupting Itadori’s proclamation.

"Sensei? What's up? Thought it was our day off today?" Itadori directs his attention to their quirky teacher.

"Well, yes and no. You have a new mission."

"Me? Okay, sure. What is it?"

"All three of you." Gojo corrects his pink haired student. "And you leave tonight."

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Author's Note: I wonder if I should make a Megumi x Reader x Itadori love triangle thingy? >.>  

[kariachi]

The thing that gets me about the mess with Kevin and Gwen in the third season of AF could have been a lot lesser if Gwen had just fucking communicated. And I don't hold it against her because she's just 15 and fuckers back then were not going around going 'and if your partner has a sever downward mental health spiral this is what you do', she was trying to help in the same way her family was trying to help in Verdona's premiere, the best way she could figure. It happens.

But it's played up like Kevin is the only one at fault for the rift there, because he didn't just pull from the aether the knowledge that this girl he's been seeing a few months and who suddenly started spending less time with him after the chimera dealie started is spending all her free time trying to fix him and not, in fact, just not comfortable dumping a guy having a crisis. And it would have to be pulling from the aether because Gwen wasn't communicating.

"But Achi, Kevin could have asked!" He could have, but there's two things there-

1) He's the guy having the crisis. The show is crap with this shit but it still manages to be blatant that he is having A Bad Time- he teamed up with Morningstar over it for fuck's sake. People can sit there and go 'well Gwen's struggling too' but even 'I'm hurting because you're hurting' is only a fraction of the shit the person who's actually hurting is dealing with. He could have asked, not doing so is a failure on his part, but also he's got a lot going on and a shitload of mental crap acting against him. Especially in a situation like this, where asking questions risks confirming the fears his brain is canonically throwing in the forefront.

2) She could manage to tell Ben. He knows what she's up to, explicitly he knows. Not 'I think this is what Gwen's doing' but downright knows. So we know it's not some big secret, she's telling people. She's just not telling Kevin. And again I'm sure in her head she had perfectly good reasons not to, probably didn't want to give him false hope or something, but she's got the easier end of it and is already telling people what she's up to. It's not hard to let him in on the situation. Doubly so when you know he's running around half-expecting you to dump him.

Neither one of 'em is perfectly rosey on this- Kevin didn't look into shit and just wallowed in doubts and fears, but it's because he's got a whole hell of a lot going on that's not actually being dealt with in any way, Gwen completely dropped the ball on communicating why she'd cut back the time she was spending hanging out after the accident which fed into the doubts and fears, but it was because she was trying to help and just falling into what seems to be a Tennyson trap of focusing so hard on what you think being helpful and supportive looks like you rocket right passed what would actually be helpful and supportive.

And it is a Tennyson thing, I'm fairly certain. We see it in Verdona's premiere, where Gwen's parents and Ben are so focused on being supportive that they don't realize that if anything they're making the whole situation harder on her. We see it in Clyde Fife, where Vera is putting so much attention into helping out at the base and sprucing it up that it doesn't register that she's hurting and making trouble for the people there. And we see it here, where Gwen is so caught up in trying to help Kevin that she doesn't realize she adding weight to his fears.

Just, if you actually sit back and look at it there's a lot going on there from both sides and so often it just gets shoved down into a 'Gwen is a saint and Kevin is flawed' hole when it's a 'Gwen is flawed and Kevin has issues' shape, which by the by is a lot more interesting as far as story and characters as well. It's the writing's fault, at heart, I know, because for some reason we weren't allowed to acknowledge any flaws Gwen might have (most likely due to the Strong Female Character problem- 'nobody can accuse us of not being able to write women if we make the woman the smartest and most right character with the fewest flaws and avoid actually focusing on her as much as possible') and Kevin always has to be the whole of the issue if there's a conflict between them, but gods there is so much room for depth there.

[donut-powers]

Hii!! I love your hamefura fanart, it is so cute! My question is, how would you imagine a hamefura modern au? Have a lovely day!

Sorry for the (really) late reply and thanks for the compliment buddy! It really makes me happy that people like my silly doodles 🥰

Now for the question, I went a little overboard with it. I’m probably gonna draw the rest of the cast later. And I already drew Sophia but didn’t like the outfit I chose, so I’m gonna redo her later.

For the setting the Magic School → Boarding School for the rich, it’s probably in Switzerland or somewhere in Europe like Institut Le Rosey. I imagine it kinda like Ouran Highschool Host Club(must watch for a shojo/harem fan) aka a super elite school for the rich cause all the gang (minus Maria) are from the elite noble houses, so it fits, just change the uniforms to the dungeon episode ones or the ones from that volume extra.

These characters look really white, so it would not be set in Japan



You can find some drawings of how I picture them here

Now headcanon time below: (they are random af)

Katarina

Nationality + Ethnicity(the only one I’m gonna do): Luigi is Italian, Miridiana is latina(nobody is gonna change my mind about my latina!Miridiana headcanon) or asian(I have seen people said that she is a tiger mom, and i agree to a certain degree, but i’m not that familiar with asian culture to make an assumption)

Clothes: sporty/comfy, her hair is always pull up(via braid or ponytail) because it gets in the way of her silly adventures

Family status: the Claes are the equivalent of the Armani/Gucci family(just cause Luigi is italian)

Career: she would go for a major that helps people(like psychology, nursing or social work) or agriculture cause farmer!Katarina.

Hobbies: farming, video games, anime (she is a nerd), exercising(those trees ain’t climbing themselves)

Sport they practice: hiking/climbing and baseball/softball(that snake aint gonna throw itself) she is afraid of cycling after remembering her past life 😥

Series/Movies/Videogames etc that they would like: any villainess story she roots for them, comedies, slice of life

Type of drunk: at first happy/live of the party drunk, as time goes on she morphs into the crying drunk, she misses her past family.

The most athletic in the group, has the biggest stamina

She ain’t interested in inheriting the family business

Her favorite anime is little witch academia

She is the type that likes to visit different places all the time. Likes to take a bunch of pictures/videos and recommends places.

She becomes an influencer without trying.

She always tips at least 25% and recommends places to people

She is banned from various buffet chains

She probably has some form of attention deficit disorder undiagnosed.

People on highschool sports clubs always ask for her help (they want to recruit her), she agrees most of the times but doesn’t join any

She tried Hunnie Pop(pls don’t search it up if you are a minor), she thought that it was a cute dating sim, that opened a whole can of worms 🥴

She wouldn’t be engaged to anyone here, cause it’s a modern setting (rip gigi’s biggest advantage)

She avoids going to Japan because she is afraid of maybe seeing her old family

Saves money for her exile in _____country

Now that I actually think about it, she probably learns a trade, like carpenter or welder idk

Keith

Clothes: he is anime Timothee Chalamet, he is the sweater kinda guy. Also, have you seen Loid Forger from spy x family in casual clothes? that’s how i imagine keith, smart casual(he wants Katarina to look at him as a man)

Family status: the Claes are his godparents, close family friends. He and Katarina practically were raised together

Career: something business related to help the family business and clothes design(he happens to have a good eye for that sort of stuff)

Hobbies: making clothes for the gang, stop motion animation(dirt doll equivalent)

Sport they practice: track and field athletics, Keith runs way too much in the manga, he can keep up with a carriage!

Series/Movies/Videogames etc that they would like: he is into superhero movies, sucks at video games(just plays bcs Katarina asks him to), and knows a lot of chick-flicks because of Katarina

Type of drunk: flirty drunk, it’s the only way to get playboy!Keith

Edna Mode is his role model

Katarina convinces him to do some stop motion videos with cute nendoroids (kind of like “Animist” on Youtube)

One time, he tried “seduction for dummies”, he was so embarrassed that he swore to never use it. 

Geordo

Clothes: that one dude that’s always wearing formal clothes, also he wears hawaiian shirts because Katarina said (once) that she likes them

Family status: his family runs the equivalent of facebook/apple, a company with a shitton of money and influence

Career: Gigi seems like the type of person that would like a challenge (and something not related to his family-name) so a hard career like medicine/physics

Hobbies: driving fast cars and motorcycles, it really makes his blood pump and reading

Sport they practice: boxing, just to left off steam

Series/Movies/Videogames etc that they would like: adventure, mystery and secretly into romantic stuff

Type of drunk: sloppy!drunk, I like it when Geordo is portrayed as not perfect. 

His favorite movie as a kid was Cars (KUCHAOW), the gang roasts him on it

“Bet on it” from high school musical 2 hitted him hard, Troy Bolton stan

I’m sorry Geordo, but you look like a generic blonde dude in a Disney Channel show

Mary

Clothes: fabulous af, has the best fashion sense of the group(i had to look up what my favorite kpop group wear)

Family status: her family is in the entertainment industry, her mom used to be a famous actress and her father owns a big filming production company.

Career: i can see her being a good actress, but she wants to

Hobbies: gardening, painting

Sport they practice: before meeting Katarina fencing after meeting her she gets into capoeira(she wants to kick Geordo’s ass and good look doing it) 

Series/Movies/Videogames etc that they would like: gay stuff, stardey valley, fighting games, bayonetta, Knives Out 

Type of drunk: Touchy-Feely!drunk, not just Katarina anyone really

Usually does everyone’s make up, likes to mess up the boys

Sophia introduced her to Yuri(anime/manga genre), upset that most of the time it’s bait, and just gals being pals. But she takes any crumbs she can find

I can see her being a Lady Gaga fan

Big Halloween fan

Alan

Clothes: i could say emo, but I don’t think Alan would put THAT much effort in his appearance/make up. So casual bike/punk clothes

Family status: tries his best to make his momma proud

Career: music would be the easy choice, but I imagine if none of his brothers wanted to run the family business he would do it (bedgruguly)

Series/Movies/Videogames etc that they would like: underdog stories(shonen boi), music related stories and plays video games for the good music

Hobbies: composing music, playing weird instruments, and going to live orchestras/concerts

Sport they practice: soccer/basketball, he would try to befriend people through it or swimming, because he likes water and how you can’t hear anything under it 

Type of drunk: affectionate!drunk, he just wants to hug everybody

Hatsune Miku enthusiast

Sophia introduces Alan to the world of gacha music games

I can see him going to music festivals (Tomorrowland, Lollapalooza, Coachella etc)

Sophia

Clothes: she wears a lot of cardigans and big sweaters, do you know lilypichu? kind of like that

Career: a lot of people headcanon her as a writer, but I think in a modern setting she would be more of a reviewer

Hobbies: drawing(her favorite characters), cosplay, blogging

Sport they practice: walkin, she doesn’t seem like the athletic one

Series/Movies etc that they would like: true crimes, (trashy)romance connoisseur 

Type of drunk: surprisingly high alcohol tolerance, but when she is at her limit she turns into the blackout!drunk

Used to play gacha games, her parents prohibited it

I can see her being a fujoshi…

She tried to dye her hair teal for a cosplay but she didn’t know it’s hard for albinos to dye their hair r i p

Avatar the last airbender fan

I’m sorry Sophia, I’m portraying you as a weeb

Nicol

Clothes: practical/comfy, Nicol is a man of few words and so is his wardoble, but usually Sophia dress him up(he doesn’t mind)

Family status: his family runs Google or Microsoft idk

Career: something related with technology(computer science, business intelligence, robotics etc), his attitude reminds me a lot of my friends in that area

Hobbies: robot

Sport they practice: horse riding, he just likes the horses or fishing cause it’s really calm and he goes fishing with his dad

Series/Movies/Videogames etc that they would like: adventure stories, documentaries.

Type of drunk: reckless!drunk, he talks a lot, does a lot of stuff that he would normally not do

Star Wars fan

A lot of companies tried to recruit him as a model, later in life he made a deal with Keith/Mary to just appear in their stuff

Was into My Little Pony when he was little, he liked to watch it with Sophia

The Legend of Zelda fanboy, he see himself in Link

Maria

Clothes: cute

Family status: her parents divorced and her dad is a deadbeat-dad so her mom takes a lot of jobs to make ends meet(gotta make it tragic like FL), she stays with her grandparents most of the time, her grandpa used to be a doctor in the military (there’s no magic here so there must be an explanation of why Maria is good at healing people)

Career: she got a full scholarship, medicine, she looks up to her grandpa. Maybe specializing in physiatrist(idk).

Hobbies: baking, taking a stroll in the woods

She tried the realistic cake thingy and was good at it, she stopped doing it cause Katarina tried to eat E V E R Y T H I N G

Sport they practice: cycling, cause she has a bike

Series/Movies/Videogames etc that they would like: cooking mama enthusiasm, into the wholesome cooking/baking shows 

Type of drunk: she rarely drinks, but when she is drunk she turns into the pensative!drunk, aka sits down and overthinks stuff

She volunteers at the hospital way too much. She is that meme of “when employers want you to have 10 years of experience before age 22”

Tried to watch Grey’s Anatomy but it was too unprofessional and ridiculous

Likes "E.R." and "the good doctor"

Does a ton of fundraisers

Idk why but I imagine her always wearing something pink

Katarina asked her to recreate the Gordon Ramsay “idiot sandwich” meme, she refuses to do that to Katarina

[kireijae]

rock, paper, scissors- n.jm

summary: some cute cabin weekend fluff!

genre: best friends to lovers au, fluff, humor

warnings: swearing, mention of throw up

words: 2,496

a/n: i’ve read quite a few like cabin weekend fics and so i thought i’d write my own! also i definitely don’t think hyuck would act like this irl i just needed some crack energy in this thing.

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You huffed as you opened the creaky wooden door to the cabin. The air inside was slightly musty and all the windows and curtains were closed upon first glance.

You dragged yours and Haechan’s luggage (he’d won one of the rounds of rock paper scissors in the car ride over) into the cabin, setting it down on the first surface you found.

You turned around to find a very pale looking Haechan who was standing in the doorway, “You look like shit.”

“I breathed,” Haechan whined and pathetically stomped his foot on the ground, “But to be honest I do feel horrible.”

“Yeah, it’s from the fucking milk you drank,” came Jaemin’s voice from the doorway behind Haechan, “I told you not to drink the random milk you found in my car.”

“I lost rock, paper, scissors! I had to do it!”

“You suggested it, though,” you quipped, opening the curtains in the living room, “I told you it was a bad idea. And now you’re going to be sick the rest of the trip.”

“You sound like my mom,” Haechan retorted, lying down on the old brown couch, face squished against the leather.

“Yeah, I feel like her too,” you said, brows furrowing as you looked out the window, “Guys I think that storm is gonna be worse than they said...”

“Hm?” Jaemin made his way behind you to look out the window as well. The clouds were dark and sagging on the horizon and the wind seemed to be picking up fast.

“I’ll tell the others not to come unless we say so, they might get caught in the storm,” said Jaemin, his eyes still trained on the clouds as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Eomma! We’re gonna die in here!” wailed Haechan, a smile immediately replacing the distressed look on his face when you glared at him.

“You said this place had a backup generator,” you said, sitting down on the couch next to him.

“It does, my grandma had someone around here come make sure it was working the other day,” as soon as Haechan finished his sentence his face scrunched up in disgust.

“You are not about to throw u-“

Haechan interrupted Jaemin’s words when he jumped up and ran down the corridor to what you assumed was the bathroom.

Jaemin tried to hide the giant smile that was pushing at his lips as you facepalmed.

“Why did you have that milk in your car anyway?” you looked up at him in question.

“Well it was strawberry flavoured, so I’m pretty sure it’s not even mine,” Jaemin said seriously.

You sighed and stood up to go check on Haechan. You found him lying starfish on a bed in the only room with an ensuite bathroom.

“You okay now?” you asked, sitting beside him and placing your hand on his forehead.

“I think the milk was a bad idea,” he said, not looking you in the eyes.

“Yeah, bub, I think so too,” you tried your hardest not to laugh at him, “Get under the covers I’ll bring you some water.”

After getting Haechan some water and finding him asleep when you got back, you and Jaemin settled in, each choosing the last two rooms with a double bed.

It was 7pm and the storm had already started knocking at the windows of the cabin. Your nerves were beginning to shake and gitter along with the trees outside. You tried to calm yourself down by watching some videos on your phone, but when a knock came from the door to your room, you jumped.

“Y/n?” you saw Jaemin’s wide eyes and glossy black hair peaking out from behind the door, “Will you help me make the bibimbap?”

You felt your heart beating in your chest from the fright you’d gotten, “Yeah sure, what do you need me to do?”

The two of you walked down the passage together, “Just cut up the vegetables for me, please?”

Soon the kitchen was filled with sizzling sounds and light music waving through the air, as well as the occasional and odd sound effects made by Jaemin. All of it was enough to distract you from the wailing of the wind outside.

You were in the middle of cutting the cucumber when Jaemin spoke up without turning away from the stove, “Taste this?”

You stood up and rounded the counter to stand next to him, he turned to you and held the metal chopsticks out, the meat balancing precariously between them, and he cupped his hand below it.

You ate it and smiled, eyes glossy from the slight heat of it. His food always was your favourite.

“Good?” he asked, eyes wide and his eyebrows knitted together in worry.

“Very, very good,” you said once you swallowed the food.

He smiled at you, the frown melting from his brow. His cheeks were slightly rosey from the heat of the stove and you could see how long his eyelashes were. It suddenly hit you that you were staring at him and you were standing way too close for comfort.

You couldn’t bring yourself to move, though, you’d never realised how much you liked looking at him until now. Your heart fluttered when you saw his gaze drop down from your eyes to your lips like a small child unhesitatingly jumping off a rock at the beach.

You were about to inch closer to him until a loud crack made your body almost cave in on itself from fright. Your hands came near your face in fists and your eyes were crinkled shut.

You felt Jaemin’s arms wrap around you and he pulled you to him in order to calm you down.

“Scared of storms?” there was no judgement in his voice, only warmth.

“Not usually- just when the windows start to shake,” you huffed out a small laugh against the material of his shirt.

“Hey, it’s okay, I got a fright too,” he said as his hand went to stroke your hair. Then after a beat, “I think the food’s about ready.”

You took that as your cue to let go of his waist which you hadn’t realised you’d wound your arms around, but not before he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Once he’d dished up the food, you took a bowl of it to the room Haechan was in, but turned around when you heard loud snores before you even opened the door.

“Still asleep?” asked Jaemin from his place on the couch, bowl in hand.

“Yup, and snoring. Very loudly,” you laughed and took your seat next to Jaemin.

The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, a random cooking show mumbling away on the tv in front of you.

After you’d both finished your food, you put on a movie you’d been wanting to watch for a while and Jaemin got some musty smelling blankets from a cupboard in the passage.

It was about 11pm when you started to drift off, you and Jaemin had wound up entangled together under the blankets. Your head had dropped down onto his shoulder and your eyelids were growing heavy.

Jaemin turned his head to the side when he felt you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. His soft chuckle woke you up, the bobbing of his shoulder being enough to catch your attention.

You opened your eyes lazily and felt your pupils adjust to the dark room, only to be met with Jaemin’s features mere inches from yours. The left side of his face had dancing lights and colours from the tv and the right was shaded in darkness. You had no more time to take in the view, though, because suddenly his lips met with yours lightly.

That had you wide awake. Your heart surged upwards in your chest and you reached for his soft cheek to bring him closer to you.

After a measly few seconds, the kiss was interrupted, much to your distaste, by the loud sounds of Haechan grumbling and dragging his feet down the passage.

The two of you pulled away from the kiss and from each other, you scooted as far away from him as you could. The scene was almost comical; the blanket you still shared had been pulled taut between the two of you.

“Did you leave any food for me?” Haechan asked in a half asleep daze.

Your chest was heaving and you didn’t trust your voice to answer for you, so you pointed behind him to the fridge in the kitchen in answer.

You were wide eyed as you gazed back at the tv, body rigid with your arms shrunken into your sides. You heard a light snort from next to you which prompted your head to look in Jaemin’s direction.

He was facing the tv, his oversized grey hoodie bunched around his torso and arms and his heart melting smile etched onto his face.

For the past few months you’d liked that smile a little too much- you’d liked everything about him a little too much. The thought of him possibly feeling the same brought even more blood to your already red cheeks.

“Scootch over,” Haechan’s voice pierced the little bubble you’d been in.

You made a dissatisfied face and moved back towards Jaemin again and when you placed your hand next to his leg in order to support your moving body, you felt his arm come around your shoulders. You cast your eyes down to the leather material of the couch and felt your cheeks warm up again.

Haechan paid Jaemin’s actions no mind; skinship being something you shared often with your whole group. His face was also practically buried in the bowl of food and only lifted when he heard a particularly loud gust of wind hit the window across from him.

Soon enough the adrenaline in your body dissipated and you began to fall asleep on Jaemin’s shoulder again.

“I think you should take her to bed,” Haechan whisper-yelled when he noticed you weren’t making comments on the movie anymore.

“And what about you?” came Jaemin’s voice from above you. The sound mixed with the slight rumble of his voice in his chest made you stir again.

“I just had a milk-induced coma,” was the next thing you heard from Haechan. He said it in a flat tone and it made Jaemin’s chest bubble beneath you in laughter.

“Nae sarang,” the term of endearment made you open your eyes again- more due to shock than from waking up. “It’s pretty late, I think we should both sleep.”

You nodded wordlessly and stood up, Jaemin catching the blanket that fell from your lap.

“G’night, Haechannie,” you said as you passed in front of him, ruffling his hair with your hand.

“Mm,” he hummed, “Sleep well.”

You wished him a good night’s sleep as well and walked towards the passage, but stopped when you heard Jaemin cooing at the other boy, “Haechannie! Are you feeling better now after your naptime? Saranghae- Ow!”

You giggled at the sight of Haechan manoeuvring Jaemin back onto the couch and sitting on the poor boy. After pulling them apart, you proceeded to your room where you got changed into pyjamas and lay down under the covers.

There was one problem now, though, despite the decent quality mattress and the perfect temperature of the room, you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. The storm outside was still raging and your fear of it kept you up, staring at the ceiling for goodness knows how long.

There was a tug in your heart for comfort. The kind of comfort you’d felt earlier in front of the tv with Jaemin, and before that in the kitchen and months ago when he’d held your hands when you said they were cold. You sighed at the feelings and memories, deciding your pride was far less important than your need for comfort.

Soon you found yourself standing outside Jaemin’s room, your hand knocking on the door before you could think better of it.

You heard a soft “hello?” from the other side and slowly peaked your head into the dark room. You were surprised to see Jaemin’s phone lighting up his features in a blue hue, his hair was a fluffy mess on his head and he was resting with his head half way down the headboard.

He looked at you with his big eyes and you nearly melted, “I couldn’t sleep. The storm is…” you trailed off, not wanting to admit to being afraid.

Without a word, Jaemin lifted up one side of the blanket to welcome you. You smiled a small smile and crawled under the covers, your head instinctually resting on Jaemin’s arm. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close.

You felt him lean over to put his phone on the nightstand and shuffle down in the bed to lay his head on the pillow.

“Comfy?” he asked, voice light and feathery.

You hummed in response, your heartbeat and breathing had already slowed down enough for you to begin dozing off for the third time that night.

—

“We leave them alone for one night…” was the first thing you heard the next morning. It took a moment for you to register that it was Jeno, standing in the doorway wearing a thick black coat.

“When did you get here?” came Jaemin’s voice from behind you, you could hear that his face was scrunched from stretching.

“Hyuck called me last night after the storm calmed down,” Jeno leaned on the wall, looking at Jaemin.

“What time was that?” you asked, finally able to understand your own thoughts.

“At like 12,” said Renjun, head popping into the room before the rest of him followed.

“Junnie!” you yelled, holding your arms out to him and making grabby hands.

Renjun practically ran and fell backwards onto you, you put your arms around him and squeezed.

“Who’s making breakfast?” asked Jaemin, his arms completely removed from you now.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” you suggested, raising your eyebrows at him in question.

He nodded, “Rock, paper, scissors!”

It took a few tries, but eventually you and Renjun lost and decided to cook together.

“I’m guessing you haven’t gotten over your little crush on Jaemin?” asked Renjun as he cracked eggs into a pan.

It was just the two of you in the kitchen, everyone else either unpacking or playing switch in the lounge.

“I don’t think I have to,” you mumbled, cutting up tofu, “He kissed me last night.”

Renjun turned around in shock, but before he could answer you heard your name being called.

“I’ll tell you the details later, Jun,” you got up from your place at the counter and peeked out the kitchen and into the lounge, where Mark sat in horror looking at Haechan.

He then turned to you, eyes wide and mouth half open, “He drank fucking what?!”

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[imagine-that]

Snowball

Warnings: absolutely none, just a super cute, fluffy, wintery fic

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

AN: this is for @potterverseimagine ‘s 300 writing challenge, I used prompt #11 “You look freezing. Let me warm you up.” This is honestly one of my favourite ones I’ve written so far so I hope you guys like it too. Also, Fred is one of the main loves of my life right now so I kind of write a lot of him (yes all of them are fictional.)

As class is finally dismissed, you run through the halls, quickly making your way outside to the courtyard where your boyfriend had asked you to meet him.

Then again, when you really thought about it, he hadn’t so much asked as he’d told. From what you remembered, which was most of it, it was more like he’d said “You, me, the courtyard after class.” And winked in an overdramatic manner, his typical move.

Obviously you’d agreed, your curiosity getting the better of you.

As you spot his red locks of hair, you quietly tiptoe through the snow behind him, putting a finger to your smiling lips as one of his brothers notices you. You excitedly put your hands over his eyes, suppressing your giggles as his brother watches in amusement.

“Guess who.” You sing song, masking your voice awfully.

“Hm I wonder who it could possibly be?” He says sarcastically, a grin on his face. “Could it be y/n?” He asks thoughtfully, making you giggle.

“Afternoon Freddy.” You greet, confirming his suspicions as you peck him on the cheek and he removes your hands and turns around, grinning proudly at you.

The snow is falling in big, fluffy flakes all around the three of you in a beautiful manner but you’re too focused on the look across your scheming boyfriends face.

“I know that look... What’re you up to?” You ask with an eyebrow raised, arms crossed over your chest.

He looks over to George for permission to share, though you know he most likely would’ve told you anyways and his brother nods towards you, telling him to continue.

“What would you say if I told you we were going to start the biggest bloody fight Hogwarts has ever seen?” He asks with a mischievous grin, his brother showcasing a matching one.

“I’d say that you’re crazy and need to reconsider your choices.” You respond with a sigh.

They look between each other, both glancing back at you with a shrug and an apologetic smile.

“Merlin... why do I spend so much time with you two gits?” You ask, shaking your head with a smile tugging at your lips.

“Because you love me? And tolerate him of course.” George says, coming over and slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Ah yes, how could I forget.” You respond sarcastically, laughing and rolling your eyes at his joke.

Fred scoffs in amusement. “As if. We all know I’m the better looking one.” He says, pulling you away from his brother and back into his arms.

You chuckle to yourself, squeezing him in a hug tightly.

“True, true. Now, please explain what exactly you two did?” You ask, almost scared to know what the answer to that question may entail.

“Well...” Fred says, grinning the way he did whenever they were up to something.

Before he can say anything more, students come flying through the doors to the grounds, some on brooms and some on foot, a bit of every house included. They’re all wearing their winter coats and gloves and hats and scarves, clearly prepared to spend time outdoors.

You stare at the students flooding through the doors, completely confused. You obviously knew that the majority of them were meant to be in a lesson, the twins and yourself included. The only reason you’d opted to come and meet him rather than get to class early was because you didn’t take much of a liking to potions.

“For Godric’s sake what did you two do?” You demand, pointing an accusatory finger at the boys.

“Something wicked of course!” Fred smirks, looking around at the chaos.

“Something bloody brilliant!” George adds.

Soon enough, you can hear Filch running anxiously down the hall, if you can call what he does running.

“Students out of class! Students out of class!” He cries to any staff member who will listen.

“We’re well aware you idiotic ninny!” Professor McGonagall exclaims, rolling her eyes as he stops to catch his breath, looking disappointed by the lack of action being taken.

“What’s happeni-.” You start but you’re quickly stopped as a ball of white goes flying past you, smacking Cormac McLagen directly in the face.

His face contorts in shock, clearly having not expected it.

A second later, another few whip through the air, one hitting a younger Slytherin boy and one hitting Cho Chang on the shoulder.

Everyone starts frantically forming balls out of the snow, tossing them at their friends and foes. The air fills with laughter as students get hit and dodge.

“Now I see what you mean by fight!” You shout at Fred, smiling from ear to ear as you throw one of your own at Fred. To your dismay, he easily dodges it and the ball instead hits George.

He gives you a look that makes you instantly regret the toss.

“Oh no....” You squeak, running over to Fred and hiding behind him, holding on to his arms to keep him there. “Protect me Freddy!” You order, squealing as you start getting pelted with them at least three or four at a time.

“Oi! I thought we said no wand tricks!” Fred says to his brother with an eyebrow raised teasingly.

George merely shrugs in response, continuing his previous tactic.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you love!” Fred declares, staying his ground in front of you.

Still, George manages to hit you with every last one he sends your way, your hair practically white from all the snow falling into it.

You adjust your hat, pulling it even further onto your head to cover your already rosey ears.

“Harry! We draw the line at the cloak, no one else has one it wouldn’t be fair!” George shouts as one flies at him out of nowhere. Thankfully, no one else around seems to hear him but you laugh to yourself as Harry appears out of midair with a defeated look across his face.

You all spend the afternoon pelting the snowballs at each other, some using their wands to do it in multiples, some flying around in the air on their broomsticks and dropping the snow on unexpecting students on the ground but no matter how everybody is doing it, you’re all having fun. You could swear you’d even seen Professor McGonagall throw a snowball or two, though you knew she’d never admit it if asked.

Even Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy seem to be enjoying themselves, even if they were mostly attacking the first years. Seeing as it was only snow, no one seemed to care.

The one time anyone almost gets in trouble is when the twins throw a snowball each at Filch, in nearly perfect sync with each other, both of them landing on their target. He grumbles on and on about detention or expulsion but professor Dumbledore winks at them, waving them back over to the fun.

Some students grow bored of the snowball fight but no one heads in, finding other ways to enjoy the beautiful winter day. You catch glimpses of snow angels, watch the younger students use anything and everything the can find to go tobogganing with, shooting down the hill at high speeds and several others figure out fun games for everyone to enjoy.

As the sun begins to set and the sky grows darker, more and more students make their way inside, all either tired of the snowball war or too cold and hungry to continue. Only when professor Snape is hit across the face by one thrown by one of the Gryffindor quidditch team members on their broom are students ordered back into the castle, of course by the potions teacher himself.

But that isn’t before Oliver Wood, fly’s overhead, dropping an oversized ball of snow directly over you. You shriek as the rush of cold hits your body, soaking you even more than every other one combined.

“Wood!” You cry, glaring up at him.

He shrugs with a playful smile. “It was requested.” He says simply, waving and flying off before he has to face your wrath.

“Let me take one guess who requested that...” You say as you turn to face Fred, the two of you happening to be two of the only ones left outside apart from the odd Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw passing by to get to their dinner.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He says innocently, coming closer to you and playfully tugging your hat down over your eyes.

You scoff, leaning into his chest and wrapping your arms around him, using one hand to push the brim of the hat back up.

“Mm you smell good.” You murmur into his jacket.

He chuckles, gently pulling you off of him.

“Let’s go back inside you nut.” He says, holding your hand in his contently.

As others file into the great hall, famished from the afternoon of fun, you and Fred push your way through the crowd and he gently pulls you along behind him as he says the Gryffindor password, only having to repeat it a few times as the lady insists on singing even louder. Finally she gives up and lets you two inside.

“You and your brother sure know how to make a scene.” You tease, grinning over at Fred as he smirks.

“Yes, yes we do. And we have bloody good fun doing it.” He responds.

You laugh. “And how did you come up with this particular idea, might I ask?” You question, head tilted to the side as you wait for an answer.

“Figured everyone could use a way to enjoy themselves before their O.W.L.S and their N.E.W.T.S. Or at the very least, make a few people laugh when we get the chance to hit professor snape or filch in the face with a snowball of course.” He explains.

“I don’t think I even want to know how you managed to pull it off either.” You say with a grimace.

“We partially got Dumbledore’s permission! That should count, even if it is only partially.” He counters, letting go of your hand and walking over to the boys dormitory entrance.

“Wha- hey! Where are you going?” You ask, your brows furrowed and your lip jutted out in a dramatic pout.

“Y/n, I don’t know if you realize but I’d rather not eat in soaking wet robes.” He laughs, smiling at your slight neediness.

“But Fred!” You whine, giving him a look you hope is just adorable enough to work, your y/e/c eyes twinkling hopefully.

He chuckles, giving you a sympathetic look. “I’ll be back in just a moment darling.” He promises. Before you can protest even a little bit, he’s walked away to his dorm, leaving you with your mouth wide open in shock.

You sink into the couch, waiting for him to return. A moment later, he hops into the spot next to you, coming to wrap his arms around you but immediately pulling away as he notices your overly rosey cheeks and your chattering teeth, your figure shivering heavily.

“Merlin y/n, You look freezing. Let me warm you up.” He exclaims, using a simple fire charm and starting a roaring fire in the fireplace in front of you, the lights dancing around in the darkened room.

You try to argue but he ignores you, pulling off his sweater and forcing it over your head.

He stares at you admiringly for a moment, making you smile like an idiot.

“What?” You ask through giggles.

“Nothing just that I think I might need a new sweater because that one is clearly better on you.” He compliments and your lips curl upwards, his words making you feel warmer already.

He runs back into his dorm before you have the chance to actually tell him so though, and comes back with his entire comforter trailing across the floor behind him.

He goes behind you, draping the blanket over your shoulders and wrapping you up in it in a hug from behind.

When he finally sits back down, he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you over to him and onto his lap, blanket and all

“There. You don’t look nearly as blue as you did. Only a hint of the colour that I can see.” He says, grinning as you give him a pointed look, still shaking from the cold. “Might just help if you changed out of these sopping wet clothes love.” He adds, knitting his fingers in and out of your own.

“Oh fine.” You grumble, standing up and trudging off to your own dorm, quickly peeling off your clothes from earlier and changing into a fresh set of robes, pulling Fred’s sweater back over your body once you’re finished.

You eagerly head back, jumping into his arms and snuggling up to him in his lap.

“You were gone for a moment!” He states with a laugh.

“Yes but it was a moment too long.” You murmur into his chest.

“Ah yes well, I suppose a moment away from me must feel like an eternity.” He responds and you gently jab his shoulder with a roll of your eyes.

“Yeah yeah. I love you you idiot.” You giggle, moving your head up and placing your lips on his, kissing him deeply.

“I love you too darling. Really missed me that much though eh?” He teases with a grin and you laugh again.

“Always.” You whisper, resting your head back down on his shoulder. He pulls the blanket over both of you, pulling you even closer to him, your body pressed up against his chest.

“I suppose this is one good way to warm up.” He jokes in a hushed tone, the feeling of his breath tickling your ear.

“It’s the perfect way to warm up.” You correct softly, nuzzling your head up to him even closer and shutting your eyes.

Even though neither of you had eaten anything since lunch, you both drift off blissfully in each other’s arms, staying warm and cozy by the firelight of Gryffindor tower with wide and content grins practically etched on your faces.

[100yearoldcomics]

February 19, 1922 Barney Google by Billy De Beck

TOP PANEL [ID: Barney Google, smoking a cigar, throws a brick behind his back at a crate full of dynamite. /end] Barney: My troubles will soon be over.

MAIN COMIC [ID: Barney stands, hat in hand, in front of an eccentrically dressed old man and his car. /end] Mayor: Thank you very much for watching my car. I hope I can do you a favor sometime.

[ID: The man having driven off, Barney begins cursing him angrily. A man walks up behind him to warn him. /end] Barney: The old tightwad! **!!~!?*⋆ Samaritan: Shhh. That old gentleman who was talking to you is the MAYOR.

[ID: The samaritan lights a cigar while Barney stands, shocked. /end] Samaritan: Yes, the Mayor. You heard what he said. He'll remember you and maybe he'll appoint you to a nice soft city job. You're a lucky guy. I wish I knew the Mayor! Barney: Gee.

[ID: The samaritan leans on a telegraph pole while Barney puts his hat on and marches off. /end] Samaritan: Believe me, these city jobs are rosey when ya got his honor, the Mayor on your side!! Barney: You said sump'n.

[ID: Barney walks up the steps of city hall. /end] Barney: Oh boy. I was always anxious to bust into politics. Now's my chance!

[ID: The Mayor's secretary, a man with a handlebar mustache for a hairdo (and a mustache), opens his office door to introduce Barney. /end] Secretary: A gentleman to see you, Mr. Mayor. He says he's a friend of yours. Mayor: Show him in.

[ID: Barney stands before the Mayor sheepishly, his hat held behind his back. /end] Mayor: So you'd like a job working for the city? Well, well. Barney: Yessir, I need money.

[ID: The Mayor picks up his phone. Barney bows in gratitude. /end] Mayor: I'll have my secretary take good care of you. No doubt he can put you to work at once. Barney: Mister Mayor, I thank you.

[ID: The Mayor's secretary escorts a fuming Barney down a hallway. /end] Secretary: Come on. Barney: One of those fresh guys. Wait'll I'm connected up here. I'll get the Mayor to can this bird.

[ID: Barney gestures at the secretary, who opens an office door. /end] Barney: Wait a minute. I forgot to say "good-bye" to the Mayor. He's liable to feel offended. Secretary: Never mind. You'll see him again some time. Get in here.

[ID: The Mayor rides in the back of a convertible with whitewall tires. His driver is a stereotypically-drawn black man. An arrow labels the Mayor "His Honor". /end]

[ID: Barney, now a street sweeper with the Department of Public Works, throws a brick at the Mayor's head as he drives past. It lands with a loud SOCK and knocks the Mayor's tinted spectacles off his head. /end]

[bqstqnbruin]

See you soon

So the Cale blurb turned out differently than I anticipated once I started writing but like, whatever, I think you’ll like this better. It’s also like a three page google doc, so I’m not sure if this counts as a blurb or not, but oh well.  

Warning that there’s mentions of quaratine (indirectly) since this takes place the night of the NHL awards.

Flashbacks are in italics.

I hope you like it!

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“And the winner of the 2019-2020 Calder Memorial Trophy is,” the announcer says, you glued to the TV as you prayed you would hear his name, “Cale Makar!”

You start screaming to your parents that Cale won, jumping up and down as your boyfriend’s face appeared on your TV screen for him to talk about how happy and honored he was that he won the award for the league’s best rookie. As soon as the awards were done, you had planned to Facetime with each other, and now there was even more reason to celebrate. 

You wish you were there with him; he was home in Calgary and you were back in Springfield, Massachusetts, home from school because of the pandemic, 9 hours away from him by plane, on the other side of the continent. “Tell him congrats for us, sweetie,” your mom tells you, kissing your cheek before you head off to your room to call Cale.

As soon as his face appears on your computer screen, rosey cheeks and all, your heart skipped a beat. You had been videochatting as much as you could, but with him playing in the bubble in Edmonton, the calls were much less frequent than either of you had wanted them to be.

“Hey, baby,” he says, in a soft, kind voice. 

“Hey veggie boy,” you call him the nickname you had been calling him since you met. 

Everytime you see him, you can’t help but think about that night you met. 

You were at a party in the Southwest area of UMass during your freshman year, not really wanting to be there, but dragged out by your roommate and the other guys and girls on your floor in one of the Orchard Hill dorms. Not a big party person, you were off to the side, nursing the drink your roommate forced in your hands upon arrival, watching the scene of drunk college students unfold around you. 

“Not much of a party person, either?” you hear someone ask you, taking your attention away from the two girls owning two guys in a game of beer pong. You look to see Cale Makar, the freshman on the hockey team everyone was excited for. Hockey East was arguably one of the biggest and best college hockey conferences, at least in your opinion, and hearing someone like Cale had committed to your school was exciting. You thought you would see him play on the ice; UMass had thirty thousand undergraduate students, what were the chances of meeting him?

“Nah, not really. It’s more fun to watch.” You introduce yourselves, trying to play it cool on the boy you were already forming a crush on. You spent the night thinking up the backstories of the people around you. Whoever came up with the most absurd one would buy breakfast off campus the next morning. 

“Y/N?” you hear Cale ask, bringing you out of your memory and back to reality. “Are you alright? You look upset.”

Looking at your own face on the screen, you hadn’t realized the smile that was on your face when he first picked up was gone, tears starting to form in your eyes. “Yeah, I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

“The night we met. How far you’ve come,” you tell him, “How far away you are.” 

His smile fades away as well, sadness covering his face, practically forcing the tears down your cheeks. You hated that you were making him sad, especially since he just won an award. “I miss you so much,” he whispers, sounding like he was choking back a sob as well.

“I miss you, too,” you manage to let out. “But, hey, babe, you won the fucking Calder! I’m so proud of you. You deserved it.” 

A small smile returns to his face. “Thanks, baby. Did you hear me thanking you?”

You chuckle, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I was too busy screaming to pay attention,” you admit. “The Avs have already posted a video, so I’ll watch it when we’re off.”

You two spend hours catching up on life since the last time you talked to each other a week ago. You had just started your senior year at school, counting down the days before you could graduate and move to Denver to be with Cale, like you had been talking about the last three years. 

The night Cale came back from the Frozen Four game in Buffalo was heartbreaking. It was one of the first nights he didn’t want to talk about hockey, coming to your room and getting into your bed without saying a word to you or any of your suitemates. You had seen him after a tough loss before, but he was never like this. It was never them getting shut out in the national championship. 

“Colorado wants me to start playing with them in the rest of their playoff run,” he finally says, running his hands through your hair as you try to concentrate on the readings you had to do for your class the next morning.

You were used to him travelling for games, but that was with him living in Massachusetts, not in Colorado. “Oh,” you let out, not sure what else to say. “When are you going to join them?”

“I sign the contract tomorrow, and they have a game the next day.” 

You sit up, pulling yourself off his chest to look at him, “Tomorrow?”

He doesn’t look at you, fidgeting with your sheets instead. “Yeah. I want to go, but,” he stops looking up at you and taking your face in his hands. He runs the pads of his thumbs on your cheeks, you reaching up to touch his hands, “I don’t want to leave you.”

“Cale, you have to. If they want you, this is your dream. I’ll be fine.” 

“Yeah, but will I be?” he asks, a small laugh escaping his lips. “I love you,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss. It was soft, sweet, you could tell he felt bad about leaving you. It was the possibility of being your last kiss for who knows only how long that made him kiss you with urgency.

When he finally pulls away, he keeps his forehead pressed against yours. “I’ll still see you when you play in Boston; it’s only two hours away. And, we can call, we can text, or snapchat, or Facetime; we have each other in our pockets at all times,” you try to reassure him, wiping the tears from his cheeks. 

“When you graduate, will you move to Denver, or wherever I’m playing?”

“You think we’ll still be together by then? That’s two more years.”

“I hope so. I don’t plan on stopping loving you.”

“Hey, Cale,” you ask him after sitting there just working, him watching you in the background like he used to when you were still at school together, “Will I like Denver? When I move out there?”

A smile forms on his face at the idea of you two finally being together again. “Yeah. You’ll love it. I do, at least. But it’ll be even better when you’re there. I can’t believe I haven’t been able to see you since May,” he says, looking off to the side as if to not let you see him cry. 

“I know,” you swallow another bout of tears coming on, “But, hey, I’ll be moving out there in June. That’ll go by so fast,” you tell him, excited at the prospect of seeing him in person again. 

“You promise?”

“I mean, I can’t control how you perceive time,” you joke, smiling at the sight of him throwing his head back in laughter. “But I have to watch some video lectures for class, so I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you soon?”

“Tomorrow?” he asks, excited by your nodding in agreement. “I love you. I’ll see you soon.” 

[ghostie-galaxi]

Ghost9 finds you wearing their sweatshirt

Junhyung

You were visiting him at the dorms since you don't see each other very often because of his busy schedule and you got cold. You walked into his room and saw one of his sweatshirts he was wearing the other day. You didn't think he'd mind so you put it on and carried on talking to the others. He came into his room for something and you walked in, remembering that you set your phone down to put the sweatshirt on. He looked up at you, "is that my sweatshirt?" He asked you. "Maybe." You blushed and looked back at him, smiling. He smirked at you before walking over to and wrapping his arms around your waist. "Sweater Thief," He commented, kissing your nose. You giggled at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You're lucky you're cute though," he said before circling a finger into your sides. You squealed from the tickling and turned to try and get away from him, which he just put his arms around your waist again from behind and kissed your cheek.

Dongjun

You were both planning to go on a walk together as a short date since he got home from practice late but still wanted to see you. It wasn't super cold outside but you knew it was a bit windy today. You rushed to find just a light jacket to throw on when you saw one of his sweatshirts laying around. You didn't know what else was around so you just decided to wear it. You met up with him and he smiled at you gently. He did notice you were wearing his sweatshirt but he didn't say anything, he didn't really mind after all. He commented about it though after a while. "I see you're wearing my sweatshirt?" You looked down at it, "I couldn't find anything else and I don't want to get cold while we were together." You looked back him. His kissed your rosey cheek. "You should wear it more often, you look cute."

Shin

You guys were just lounging around together, both just on your phones, sharing silence together. You started getting cold so you got up and found one of his sweatshirts in his room, and then came back and sat down. He didn't really notice at first until he glanced up at you. He giggled playfully at you, making you look at him. "Why are wearing my sweatshirt?" "It's cold." You stated pouting cutely at him while sinking further into his sweatshirt. He giggled at you again, moving to lay on top of you with his head on your shoulder. "You look cute." He said, planting a kiss on your neck.

Kangsung

You were both cuddling in bed watching a movie together. You'd been wrapping your arms around yourself for a while since it was getting cold, and the blanket wasn't really around you. He noticed after while when he put a hand on your arm to cuddle you further. "Are you ok? Why are you so cold?" Before you could answer, he pulled off his sweatshirt and helped you into it. You were instantly much warmer due to his body heat having kept it warm. The sweatshirt was bigger on you, which made you look super cute. He's a really shy baby and felt heat flooding to his face seeing you look so cute in his clothes. You cuddled into him more now and he's basically super happy and shy for the rest of the night.

Junseong

He asked you if you'd play soccer with him, or at least kick the ball around with him. You said yes and walked with him to a grassy field. It was fairly sunny outside so you didn't bother to bring something warm with you. After you played around kicking the ball back and forth with each other, it started getting cloudy and the wind picked up. He was practicing goal kicks and moving around a lot more than you were, so you were getting cold due to the wind. He grabbed the ball out from the net and looked at you as another gust of wind came in making you wrap your arms around yourself. He noticed and came running up to you. "Are you getting cold?" "Yeah, a little hehe. I wasn't planning on it getting this cold." He set the ball down and took off his sweatshirt. "Here, I think you need this more than I do." You giggled at his awkwardness and put it on. "Thanks." You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, his facing turning red instantly. "I'm gonna practice a bit more, but I promise we'll leave soon, ok?" "Sounds ok to me!"

Prince

You were hanging out together with the other members and you decided to wear his sweatshirt for the day. He also noticed right away it was his sweatshirt, but he was too shy to say anything. He became really quiet for a while because of how cute you were wearing his clothes. His face turned pink whenever you grabbed his hand since the sweatshirt sleeve was too big and came down below your hand. When you two were alone you asked him about it. "Are you ok, you're really quiet today?" His blushed when you asked him, surprised you noticed. "Uh, yeah I'm ok." He turned to look away from you. "You just look really cute wearing my sweatshirt." He said not making on contact with you. You giggled at him for being shy. You grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek, his face becoming more flushed. "You're cute when your shy." You told him before continuing what you were doing with the others, his face now bright red.

Woojin

You asked if you could borrow one of his sweatshirts since it was cold at the dorms and he said yes. You walked into his room and found one sitting on the floor and picked it up. You put it over your head but you didn't realize it was backwards until you pulled it down. You pulled the hood down that was covering your face just as your boyfriend walked in. "Do you need help?" He asked jokingly, giggling at you. "No!" You said pulling your arm back through the sleeve. He walked over to you anyways and helped you spin it around. Once you put your arms through the sleeves he kissed your cheek. "Maybe I should come with you next time to help you." "I didn't need help!" You stated as a blush dusted your cheeks. You grabbed his hand and walked back out of the room, him still giggling behind you.

Taeseung

He asked you if you wanted to hang out with him at the dorm, and you obviously took the opportunity to spend time with your boyfriend. What you didn't expect was for the dorms to be super cold. You were sitting together and talking when you put your arms around you to try and keep yourself warm. He noticed you rubbing your hands down your arms a bit and got concerned. "Are you ok?" He asked. "Yeah, it's just a bit cold, hehe." "Do you want to borrow one of my sweatshirts?" A blushed spread across your cheeks. "Uh, sure, if it's ok with you." He smiled and got up to get one if his sweatshirts, and then gave it to you. You pulled it over your head and he watched you. You pulled it down and giggled when you caught him staring. He giggled at you too and then kissed your cheek.

Jinwoo

You were both planning to go on a date together and you couldn't figure out what to wear. It was a bit cold outside and you couldn't decide on a anything until you saw one of his sweatshirts. You picked it up as he walked into the room. "Jinwoo?" You got his attention and he looked at you. "Would it be alright if I borrowed one of your sweatshirts? It's cold outside and I don't know what else to wear." He looked at you and a blush spread across his cheeks. "Uh, yeah sure." You smiled and pulled it over your head. You looked at yourself in the mirror once you had it on. He walked over to look at you. You couldn't help but notice that it smelled like him. You giggled a bit and smiled. "It smells a lot like you." You commented, making him giggle at you as his face turned red. "Thank you." You stated, kissing his cheek.

[moonlightskids]

soulmates

werewolf au! (smut)

i.

the house was already packed when you arrived, holding tightly to your boyfriend’s shirt in an attempt to not get lost in the crowd of drunk college students. you like parties as much as any other miserable college student looking to forget about the amount of pending assignments, so when chan mentioned one of his senior friends was throwing one and inviting everyone, including freshmen, you thought it’ll be fun to get distracted with your boyfriend for a while.

walking to the backyard of the half destroyed house, you get past drunk couples grinding on each other and the drinks table where hyunjin pours you a really questionable beverage.

on the patio, you find a group of your friends, chan’s arm is over his new girlfriend, doyeon, you recognize his sister standing really close to felix and the rest of the group who seems pretty intoxicated, scattered around, all laughs and rosey cheeks as the two of you walk closer.

“hey love birds”, changbin barely gets outs, leaning his weight on seungmin’s thin figure, “what took you so long?”, you chuckle at his lazy voice, he seems ready to go to bed.

“it’s only 11pm, how are you so fucked up already”, hyunjin laughs at his friend’s antics, “it’s yerim”, seungmin replies, not bothered by the way his older friend is basically napping against him. hyunjin hums in understanding leaving you in the dark, who the fuck yerim, giving your boyfriend a look he leans in to whisper in your ear, “i’ll explain it later”

as hyunjin walks to help seungmin with a passed out changbin, you make your way to doyeon, the other girl smiles, taking her boyfriend’s arm off of her to put her own on your shoulder, “having fun?”, she has a mischievous smile on her face.

“yeah”, your eyes are focused on felix and hannah, who seem really comfortable with each other, “what’s going on there”, doyeon eyes them too, chuckling at the frown on her boyfriend’s face, “i guess they’re a thing now”, you rise an eyebrow remembering vividly when hyunjin told you about how strict chan was with the ‘professional’ relationship the boys had to keep with his sister but choose to let it go, is none of your business, you’ll just add it to the things your boyfriend will have to explain some day.

chan comes to you, a smile on his face when he pats your head in hello, “hey, y/n, can i steal her for a moment?”, you nod watching him take away your company, “hey”, hyunjin’s hand laces with yours as he pulls you away from his friend and into the livingroom where all the dancing is taking place. his hands taking their designed spot on your waist as he pushes your back against his chest, his hips grinding against yours and his lips leaving wet marks on the naked skin of your neck, “you smell so nice”, his words tickling your sentive spot, “that’s kind of creepy”, he giggles, turning you around and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, “you love me though”, the roll of your eyes confirming his sentence without the need of you speaking.

ii.

going out was not a smart decision, after an hour or so of dancing, hyunjin and you decided to go out for some fresh air, him deciding to grab some drinks before joining you at the backyard. but it had definitely been better if you had stayed inside. from your spot you can see felix and who you assume is chan’s sister engaged into something you supposed chan himself wouldn’t approve of.

you’re sitting in one of the pool side chairs, enjoying the cold wind blowing against your hot skin when you feel someone sit next to you, thinking is hyunjin you turn around smiling, only to find a man you had never seen before, “um, can i help you?”, his cheeks red and eyes clouded from the amount of alcohol you probably had consumed that night, “what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?”, he’s so close the strong smell of alcohol makes you gag, you move a little farther from him, “i’m not alone”, with a smirk, he covers the distance you had put between the two of you again, “you’re right”, he replys placing his hand on your tight, “you’re with me now”, his hand starts climbing up and when it reaches the hem of your skirt you jump away, backing till you hit someone, hyunjin’s hand is suddenly on your hip a low growl sounding next to your ear.

“hyunjin, is fine”, your fists close around his black shirt, trying to push him away from the other guy who didn’t know how to shut up, you can see his hands shaking, his face morfing into one that screamed for you to step away, “please let’s just go”, your voice breaks, what you didn’t know is that your fear was being misinterpreted by your boyfriend who’s instincts to protect were getting stronger, his eyes, now a deep red, were fixed infront of you, his body temperature rising.

before hyunjin could do something stupid, you hear a conmosion inside the house, minho and chan getting out, pulling him away from each arm and stepping outside the property. in a minute, you’re left alone with the party’s loud music and a multitude looking at you.

from the side, you watch doyeon and jisung walk to you, the both of them trying to sooth your fears away, “he just needs a minute to calm down”, jisung tries to reason with you, “but jisung, you didn’t see him, his eyes were completely red”, the two of them share a look, “y/n, you probably just saw wrong”, doyeon petting your hair but you’re too worried about what is happening to your boyfriend, “i’ll go get you some water”, jisung walks back inside and you take the chance to make your way to where your boyfriend had been pulled to.

ignoring doyeon’s requests to stay with her you walk to the three line that surrounds the neighborhood, passing through passed out college students. between the tall acres you find the trio, the two oldest are trying to calm hyunjin down which seems to not be working and in a moment you watch your boyfriend go from a tall boy to a caramel wolf triple times his size, you yelp in surprise earning the boy’s attention. his expressions could fit in a comic, hyunjin, well the wolf, walks towards you, big cautious eyes as he looks at you afraid to scred you, you step away, your feet getting tangled with a three’s root making you fall on your butt.

hyunjin whines lowering his head, seeing you so scared and knowing it’s his fault and he can’t do anything to make you feel better is the complete opposite of what his instincts want. before any of the boys could explain anything to you, you’re already running away, your legs carrying you as far away and as fast as they can, leaving behind a broken hearted hyunjin.

iii.

you watch your phone light up again, this time, changbin’s name appears on the screen, joining the other missed calls from all of the boys when it stops ringing. you sigh covering your head with your sheets, you’ve read all the text messages asking you to hear them out, to call hyunjin but you can’t find youself to do it.

even if your heart pangs everytime you think about the sad face he gave you when you turned away from him, in an attempt to try and understand on your own you had searched about it on the internet, feeling like a complete idiot when you typed the word ‘werewolf’ on the search tab. you had read every page that had appeared, from signs on how to spot one to how to get rid of one, but it was all too much. you had fallen asleep thinking about how you had spent the last months of your life going out with a supernatural being.

your phone lights up yet again making you groan against your pillow, can’t they take the hint?, taking the device from your nightstand, jisung’s name appears on the screen mocking you, with a defeated sigh you slide your finger, answering the call.

“oh thank god y/n”, jisung voices so loudly you have to move the phone away from your ear, “what do you want, jisung?”, you hope you don’t sound as tired as you feel but by the way he shifts on the side tells you otherwise, “listen, i know this is all probably too much and it most be hard for you but could you please, please, come over and talk to hyunjin?”, you sit up straight ready to reject the request, “i don’t think that’s a good idea”, jisung most have moved from the room he was cause the background goes quiet before he speaks again, his voice barely a whisper, “hyunjin is not doing well, y/n, please just come by”, you let out a defeated sigh, your heart squeezing, in all of this, you hadn’t thought once about how he most be feeling, “ok”, the call finishes and you let yourself fall back on the bed, kicking your legs till there was no more energy.

the ride to his shared apartment with seungmin feels shorter than normally and soon you fidn yourself sitting on your car trying to gain the confidence to walk inside, “it’s ok y/n, it’s just hyunjin, you know hyunjin, he would never hurt you”, at least not the human version, taking in a deep breath you get out of the car and make your way to the apartment.

before you could knock the door opens reveling a messy jisung who lets you in immediately, seungmin’s sitting on the dinningroom a bunch of books and papers scattered everywhere, lifting his head from the one he’s reading to give you a soft smile and a wave before going back to his studies.

“thank you for coming, y/n”, jisung speaks lowly, you nod in response, all your energy concentrated in trying not to freak out, “hyunjin’s in his room, you know the way”, without another word, he goes back to the sofa, game controller in his hand.

you breath in three times before knocking on his door, when you receive no answer you decide to walk in.

the lights are all off and the curtain is down, not even letting the sunlight in, giving the room a chilling look, the only movement comes from the bed, where hyunjin is laying, under all the sheets you supposed, “hyunjin?”, your voice is barely audible but you can tell he heard you when his black hair peaks from under the montain of comforters, his eyes are cloudy, cheeks swollen and lips chapped, you can tell he’s lost some weight.

he’s looking at you like he’s just seen a ghost, clearing your throat you take a step closer to him calling his name again, for a moment, it’s like he’s back to normal, shooting out from the bed to get closer to you in a quick move, a hurt expression growing on his face when you back away just as fast, your back hitting the door.

he whines watching you with begging eyes and you have to gather all the strenght you have to not run away in that moment. with a defeated sigh he falls back on the bed, head lowered and you can physically feel your heart breaking.

yes, maybe hyunjin is half wolf, and yes, maybe he has been lying to you since you met, but you can understand, he didn’t want to end up in the situation you’re in now and you love him, at the end of the day it’s still just hyunjin.

you take a sit next to him with a sigh, your body tensed being so close to him, “i’m sorry...”, his voice is barely audible, his eyes filled with tears, he looks like a kicked puppy and you can’t help the impossible strong feeling pushing your heart to comfort him.

you nod, a small smile on your lips, “i know”, your hand cups his face strocking his cheek with your thumb. hyunjin closes his eyes leaning into your touch and you hear the soft purr that comes from him, his lips trembling, “...please don’t leave”, his hands hold onto your forearms and when you nod again, he takes it as an invitation and pulls you with him to lay on the bed, your hands changing positions, yours supporting your weight and his cupping your cheeks, holding his breath, hyunjin pulls your lips on his, giving you a slow kiss, pouring in it all the love he has for you.

you kiss all over his face and you feel the smile forming in it, hyunjin finally feels a weight lift off his shoulders and you rest your head on his chest, his hands holding you tight by your waist.

iv.

you wake up to the sound of hyunjin’s snors and specially loud purrs when you brush his hair. the sun is long gone and the house is completely silent, the clock on the nightstand marks 5am which means you’ve been sleeping for quite a while.

lifting yourself with your elbows you leave small kisses on his neck and you can hear the satisfied sigh he releases, “morning”, his voice is laced with sleep but his actions aren’t. the long days you spent apart making him desperate to touch, more than he ever felt before, maybe it has to do with the fact you accepted him as your soulmate now that you know everything.

“jisung said you have been reading a lot about werewolfs”, his hands sneak under your shirt as he leans down to kiss you, “kind of”, you let him do as he pleases, his hands roaming all over your body, “so you know... that we...”

“are destined to be together for the rest of our lives?”, the statement making him blush, “is that ok with you?”, you place a short kiss on his forehead, “i love you and that’s all that matters”, he breaks into a wide smile, taking his hands out of your shirt to change positions.

getting on top of you hyunjin gets rid of his own shirt and puts his lips back on yours. you let your fingers trace the soft skin of his chest and back before tangling them on his hair pushing him harder against you.

“y/n...”, he says between kisses, “i love you”

without another word he makes his way down your body. getting rid of his pants and yours, leaving you both in your underwear. his hands roam your body the sensation of being skin to skin making you tingle and you lock your legs around his hips.

you let his lips mark you body, from your neck to your chest, taking special time with your boobs, “hmm, hyunjin”, your moan and the way you grind against his hard member making him growl, a deep one that only send shivers down to you heat, “please”, you don’t miss the smirk on his face when he pulls apart to take your underwear off, “you smell so good”, he moans, his hands separating your legs so he could dive in, his tongue tracing your heat, putting special pressure to your clit, making your legs shiver.

“hyunjin”, you whine again, pulling him from his hair so he can kiss you, “i want you”, he laughs and his eyes shine a soft gold when he looks back at you, taking off his underwear he positions himself on your entrance, “tell me if it hurts, ok?”, you nod, your finger digging in the skin of his arms when you feel the pressure.

you try not to show the pain, which you figure doesn’t work when he starts kissing all over your face, “it’ll feel better”, he promised, his hips moving at a steady pace, the sound of your skins hitting and your quiet moans filling the room. the sensation is not what you expected but better, your whole body feels like it’s on fire with the way he’s touching you.

a strange knot starts forming in your lower abdomen, making it harder to breathe, your eyes closing at the overwhelming sensation, “hyunjin”, you whimper, your hips rising to meet his in a desperate try to reach your release.

you can tell he’s just as close as you with his face hiding in the crook of your neck, you can feel his canines gracing your sensitive skin and another whimper falls through your lips when his hand reaches for your clit, drawing slow circular motiongs before you finally feel the knot come undone.

hyunjin fastens his pace riding you of your orgasm and looking for his own release that doesn’t take long to come, he let’s go inside of you with a deep growl, his hands pressing the skin of your waist till his body goes limp, letting his weight rest on you humming in satisfaction.

“are you ok?”, his plump lips move against your skin, you nod, “i love you, y/n”, his arms locking you in place, “i love you too jinnie”, you stay like that, enjoying the calmness of the early morning as the sun starts peaking through the curtains, you’re almost completely asleep when hyunjin’s stomach growls, “someone’s hungry”, you giggle, “seungmin’s making breakfast”, he announces, “so early?”

he moves from you stretching his limbs and walking to the closet to grab a fit for him and one for you. making your way to the kitchen you find seungmin infront of the stove cooking what looks like eggs, “morning”, you find a seat in at the kitchen table as you watch hyunjin look for two plates, “morning”, he scoffs not even sparing you guys a look, “you ok min?”, hyunjin chuckles at his best friend’s grumpiness.

“sure”, he says putting a spoon of eggs on your plate rather aggressively, “i love waking up at 5am on a sunday”, another spoon of eggs on hyunjin’s plate, “just to hear the two of you fuck”, you can’t help the heat that rises to your cheeks, the same expression on hyunjin’s face, “sorry”, you both mumble before digging into seungmin’s always perfectly cooked eggs.

m.list

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i’m thinking of turning this werewolf aus into a whole universe, like make all the stories happen in the same world, is that something any of you would be interested in? let me know uf you are.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Wait, Kohga's got a thing for Daruk? Can I request/lovingly demand to see that? Or you know what, Kohga and any other Goron? Because I would PAY to see Kohga trying to take Goron dick and being like "... I may be in over my head here" 😂

One, Kohga ABSOLUTELY has a thing for Daruk. Big body, LOTS of pretty hair, and does more or less whatever he’s told. Granted I have no clue how much they’d have in common, but it’s smut, so here we go. Two, don’t you underestimate how much dick this man can take. Old Yiga techniques in this bitch.

“You know what, I can KINDA see where you’re coming from with this!”

“RIGHT?!”

Kohga and Daruk had decided to spend time together, upon Mipha’s instance (she was all about that sort of ‘unity’ and shit), and the ONE thing they could bond over? Food. It was why they were by a nearby stable, throwing stuff into a cooking pot. Turns out Daruk was a DAMN good cook, and with their combined ingredients, they were eating their fat asses off. Right now they were eating poultry pilaf, topped with goron spice, AND sliced bananas. Daruk wasn’t for it at the start, but he was now all about it, tucking into his bowl happily. Daruk damn near licked the bowl, nodding in content.

“I didn’t think bananas worked. I’ve had them with apples, but bananas? Somehow works.”

“Bananas go well with EVERYTHING. Add that with the goron spice, AND the way you cook that chicken? Beautiful. Nice skin by the way, crunchy.”

“Prime rock roasts are crunchier, but I don’t exactly think you can eat that.”

“I’ve THOUGHT about it, Link makes it look good.”

They both had a chuckle at that. They liked Link, and his insatiable hunger was one of those factors. Daruk looked through his ingredients, rubbing his chin for a second.

“How about...ooh, mushroom saute?”

“Only if you have Hylian mushrooms.”

“I got sunshrooms, but those are better.”

“Not for mushroom saute!”

Daruk shot him a look as if he was crazy.

“Okay, explain it to me, because sunshrooms are the best mushrooms.”

“Hylian mushrooms absorb the spices better. Sunshrooms are full of heat as is, it’s overkill.”

“Alright, let’s test it, powder puff.”

Kohga handed him the mushrooms, but not before raising a brow.

“I’m sorry, 'powder puff'?”

“Yeah, the hair. It’s like those little makeup puff things.”

“I’m OFFENDED! This is a traditional yiga hairstyle!”

“Is that why EVERYONE has their hair up like that?”

“Look,not everyone can have fucking lynel maned hair like you, don’t rub it in.”

Daruk laughed at that, rubbing the back of his head.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was just pokin’ fun. Didn’t know people actually liked my hair that much.”

“Course everyone does! Look at this shit!”

Kohga dug his hand in his hair, helping it get only messier. God how pretty, all that hair was. What Kohga would give to pull it. Daruk laughed, cheeks getting rosey as he was getting flustered. Honestly, it was easy to charm Daruk.

“Aw, Kohga, thanks! Really, nice of ya. I’m glad Mipha made us spend time together. I’m not gonna lie, I wasn’t sure how to feel about you when you first joined.”

Kohga shrugged, helping Daruk mix the food, mainly to check if it was done.

“I mean I can’t totally blame you, I DID try to kill you guys. Multiple times.”

“AND get Sooga to kill us a few times. Speaking of, where is the guy? Thought he was always glued to you?”

“Eh, I made him spend some time with Teba. Figured YOU were strong enough to protect little ol’ me.”

“Course I can! Ain’t nothin’ happening to you, even if there WAS something to be scared of!”

Daruk patted his head, and Kohga could swoon. Kohga, ever since he was a young man, had a thing for the big, strong Gorons. Hell, one of his first crushes was a Goron traveller (god did he LAY the flirts on that poor guy). Daruk served them their own bowls of the different sautees, and Daruk nodded thoughtfully.

“You know what, you’re right, actually. Huh, I always thought nothing could taste better than sunshrooms.”

Kohga nodded, swapping bowls with him for a minute.

“I mean the sunshrooms aren’t bad, not dissing your tastes. You like flavors as big as you, can’t say I blame you. Better than Sooga’s cooking anyway.”

Daruk laughed again, smacking his knee.

“Oh he can’t be THAT bad!”

“He doesn’t even LIKE Goron spice! I like the guy, a lot, but he needs to learn how to actually cook. Speaking of, how did YOU learn how to cook?”

“All Goron’s like to teach one another how to cook. I learned from a bunch of Gorons. You?”

“My mother. She was a great cook, taught me everything I know. She loved Goron spice too, always put it on meat. Especially during the holidays. Loved that woman.”

Kohga finished his bowl, about to decide just what they should eat next, when he felt something drop onto his head. He held his hand out, and felt it again. Rain. It then started to sprinkle, and in a manner of seconds, started to pour. They both scurried on inside (with Daruk being a gentleman and using his arm to protect Kohga), and Kohga went to the stablehand at the counter.

“Can we get a room for the night?”

Daruk, lost in his mess of wet hair, shook his head.

“I don’t mind sitting out with everyone, really-”

“I’m not asking. We need a room for this big guy, the biggest one you got.”

Daruk clearly had complaints about Kohga paying, but he wouldn’t let him get a word in edgewise. Kohga helped him to his room, and right after getting him to bed, Kohga grabbed a towel, and smacked it on his face, trying to try his hair. Daruk chuckled, clearly not used to someone fussing over him like this.

“Hey, what’s your deal? It’s just some rain!”

“Sooga’s not here, ergo I’m your problem big guy. Now hold still, you’re almost dry.”

Daruk chuckled, sitting still as Kohga got the water out of his hair. Most of it anyway, he was mainly concerned of Daruk being able to see.

“I think I know why Mipha talks so much about you. You’re nice.”

“Hey. Hey. Don’t make me sound all sugar and sweet, rock man. Mipha likes everyone.”

Kohga was being a bit aggressive with the towel, mainly in hopes of getting him to shut the hell up.

“Not like you. She talks about you and Link a LOT. It’s kinda why I agreed to hang out with you, because you mean a lot to her.”

“Bah, it’s just because I set her up with Link.”

“You just don’t wanna admit you’re good.”

Kohga lifted his towel from Daruk’s face, seeing that big, stupid, grinning face of his. He was way different from Sooga, plenty expressive, ALWAYS smiling and chuckling. Not to mention he had the GALL to be so snarky with him.

“God bless your future wife, she needs the patience of a saint to deal with you. Lucky the face saves it.”

Kohga threw the towel at him, choosing to sit next to him and pout. He damn near fell off the bed as Daruk ‘patted’ him on his back.

“I know you meant that as an insult, but that’s super sweet.”

“How?”

Kohga groaned, rubbing his shoulder as the ache reached the rest of his body. Daruk shrugged, cleaning the rest of the rain water off of him.

“You said ‘bless your future wife’. Dunno if I’ll ever have one, but that’s super sweet. You try to be a big, scary guy, but you’re super sweet.”

“You’re lucky you’re not Sooga, HE gets slapped for calling me sweet. But yeah, you’ll have one. You’re tolerable. Something about the way you said that though...thinking about someone?”

Kohga was suddenly in his lap, on his back, looking right up at Daruk. Daruk grinned, giving a shake of his head.

“I mean...can you keep a secret?”

“Course, course! Unless you include my diary. I tell my diary everything.”

“Fair enough. Uh, yeah. Urbosa. I REALLY like Urbosa.”

“URBOSA? Really?”

Daruk nodded, digging into his ear in hopes of getting water out of it.

“Yeah. She’s super strong, she’s smart, she’s fearless, we’ve known each other for a LONG time.”

“So what’s stopping you? You two fight well together, I’d say that’s just as good of a date.”

Daruk shrugged, lifting his arm up to even dry his armpits. Not that Kohga was looking.

“I dunno. Feel like she’d be interested in some other guy. Feels like she’d like someone like Kass. You know, romantic like. I dunno the first thing about girls, much less a woman like her.”

“What is there to know? Women just like a guy who tries.”

“...really?”

“I actually don’t know, I’m gay as shit.”

Daruk sighed a bit, actually feeling a twinge of hope for a second. He seemed to have finished with the towel, wiping his hands, mainly as a means to do something with his sudden bout of nervous energy.

“I dunno. I guess it’s not something that’s gonna happen. Which is fine, I appreciate just knowing her. She deserved better anyway, what’s she want from someone who can’t woo her?”

Kohga shouldn’t be thinking what he was thinking. But Daruk was so vulnerable. So easily persuaded. Big, cute, eager to know how to love. Not to mention being locked in a room with him, all alone. A nice prey for a predator like himself. He sat up, trying not to grin too much.

“I can teach you.”

“What?”

Daruk clearly was confused. But that’s exactly what Kohga was hoping for.

“I’m not like Urbosa, but I know her VERY well. We’ve been fighting for a long, long time, you get to know someone pretty damn well. So, why don’t you try some stuff on me?”

“Uh…”

“What? Don’t do dudes?”

“No, it’s not that, I’ve been with guys before. It’s just...didn’t expect this, I guess?”

“That’s what love is! Spontaneous stuff! Full of surprises! I’m gay, but I know that’s ONE thing girls love. Plus, when has Urbosa ever shied away from any inconvenience, including in the battlefield?”

Daruk thought about it, and as Kohga suspected, it worked. He rubbed his head for a second, before nodding.

“I mean...kinda makes sense, actually.”

Kohga held onto his face, giving it a light squish.

“Of course I make sense! I’m THE Master Kohga! I’ll even be a nice guy and help you get started.”

Daruk seemed surprised by the way Kohga pushed him flat on his back (the power of cock made Kohga a VERY strong man), and crawled down to...whatever the hell it is that Gorons wore. Kohga always called it a thong, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t the official name for the garment. Either way, he pulled it away, and nearly choked on air. Holy. Fucking. Shit. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it sure as shit wasn’t this goddamn lynel crusher of a dick. It was huge, scaley (Gorons were more or less rock creatures with some parts of lizards), and as Kohga cupped it in his palm, he realized it wasn’t even hard. It was this big, as it was SOFT. The rather coarse texture was because of big, thick scales it was covered in. Daruk sat there for a moment, clearly confused as to why Kohga was just sitting there, gawking at him like that.

“I uh...you okay-”

“I’m JUST now figuring out you’re hung like a Lynel, I’m VERY okay.”

Don’t get Kohga wrong, this guy was a goddamn BEAST, but Kohga liked a big, thick challenge. Daruk was about to speak, clearly about to tell him he could call this off, but then he felt Kohga’s hand slide down his girth. Now that he actually touched it like this, he realized it wasn’t exactly rough as he thought, as it seemed to bend with a firm hold. Good, so it wouldn’t be like fucking a giant pinecone, but rather a cock with thick ridges. Yeah, he could work with this. Daruk chuckled, combing his hands through his messy hair.

“You uh...done this before, I take it?”

“Not with a Goron, but definitely done it before. Sneaking guys into stable rooms and getting my fill is...a hobby of mine, guess you could say. You’re not used to this though, you’re really liking how I’m holding you.”

“You have REALLY soft hands.”

“Funny, been told that a lot.”

Kohga chuckled. It was nice, getting to feel something bigger than his entire arm in his hand. The way it seemed to radiate heat, the way the flesh started to get harder as his hand roamed up nice and down. Kohga’s hand roamed, trying to find just what he liked, when he noticed just the spot close to the head. It made Daruk grunt a bit, and from a Goron, that was just as good as a moan.

“You’re REALLY good at finding that spot, Kohga.”

“Thank you. It helps that you aren’t fighting me on this.”

“Why would I? We both agreed to this, and this is...for Urbosa, right?”

“For who?”

“Urbosa.”

“Ah, right right right. Yes, totally for her.”

Daruk opened his mouth to ask of his true intentions, when he realized that wasn't very important, given the fact that Kohga's mouth wrapped itself around the head. Kohga’s soft lips never failed to make any cock feel good, and Daruk's was no exception. Kohga knew he couldn't swallow the whole thing (least not without some practice), but that didn't mean anything when you sucked as good as he did. He took a decent amount of him, and he felt Daruk get into it, so far as to put his hand on his head, gently prompting to take him further. If Kohga couldn’t breathe, he could stay down here all damn day. Unfortunately, air was a thing, so he had to pull away, softly gasping as drool still connected his mouth to his cock. Daruk lightly poked him in the shoulder.

"Sorry, I push too hard?"

Kohga shook his head, grinning as he used his hand to spread his spit along his cock.

"No, not at all. You're a big guy Daruk, but don't treat me so delicately. I can handle you, in the battlefield, and in the bedroom."

"Please don't tell me that means you're gonna take me without lube."

"Oh dear god no. I'm brave, but that'd be a suicide mission."

Kohga sat up, and dug into his inventory, pulling out a bottle of lube. Daruk gestured to it as he tried to catch his breath. Poor Daruk was holding himself pretty well up until now. Big, strong man he was. He removed his clothes (nothing more than needed of course), and was about to do some self prep, really put on a show, when suddenly Daruk pinned him down on his back, big, heavy palm on his chest.

"Hey, let me handle that. You shouldn't be doing all that work."

"I'd say 'fuck you, I do things how I want', but I do like doing no work. Almost gentlemanly, big and brawn. "

"Women like that stuff, right?"

"Course! Granted Urbosa is clearly not someone to flop over, but she's gotta appreciate you offering to do most of the...handiwork. I mean I know I do."

Kohga chuckled. He wasn’t Sooga by any means, but he was a big, handsome meathead. Most Gorons were. Full of gusto and big, stupid muscle. Was it any wonder Kohga had SUCH a crush on their species? It helped that Daruk wasn’t a total newbie about this, and didn't seem to be shy at all. Caring, but not shy. He lubed up his big, strong hands, and lathered up Kohga’s ass and legs, really getting him comfortable to his touch. Goron’s hands were...hot. Kohga was damn near swooning.

"You're gonna tell me if it hurts, right?"

"Pfft. If I didn't like it, trust me, you'd be on the floor."

"You wanna bet, boss man?"

Oh. Oh the way Daruk grabbed his ass as he said that. The way he leaned into him, looking at him with big, challenging eyes. The way he SAID that nickname. It took so much of Kohga not to just melt like butter, and giggle like a bunch of giddy school girls. Kohga may be a top, but if a man was big enough, strong enough, COCKY enough, that could change in an absolute flash. He gulped, forcing his inner whore to keep his composure. Even as Daruk dug a big, oiled finger inside of him, Kohga forced himself to keep his composure.

"Yeah, I do mean it. Bigger doesn't mean stronger. You wanna see it, I'm down."

"Ha! You got attitude, just like she does. Maybe this IS good practice."

"Practice my ass. No seriously, push it further, I can take it."

Daruk didn't seem convinced, but he was at LEAST smart enough to do as he said, and shoved his finger well knuckle deep. It made Kohga tremble a bit from it's size. It was so nice, so big, so slow and steady, Kohga knew he could cum with this, if given enough time. But he wanted more. He wanted to get fucking DESTROYED by that giant weapon on his. Daruk seemed to take the hint, and taunted Kohga's hole with another finger.

"Let's make a deal. If you can handle two fingers, right to the knuckle, we’ll do the real deal.”

“I could handle your whole fist if I wanted to!”

“You wanna bet?”

Daruk made the motion to move further when Kohga panicked, holding his hands out to stop him, and yelling at him to NOT. Don’t get Kohga wrong, he loved a good fisting, he just didn’t like it with a side of death. Daruk threw his head back in laughter, clearly he was kidding.

“I was just calling on your bluff, boss man! You’re fun to mess with. Sooga treats you like this, don’t he?”

Kohga was about to bark at him for talking to him like that, when Daruk introduced a second finger, and god dammit did it kill Kohga. A damn, good stretch, no hesitation on his end. He swore a bit under his breath, before shaking his head.

“I treat HIM like this. I’m much better with my hands. And he usually respects me enough to NOT talk back to me.”

“But you kinda like it. I can tell, because you aren’t stopping me.”

Kohga wanted to have a good comeback for that, but YOU try having something to say when fingers that big were pumping into your oiled up ass. Kohga stammered for a response, before he resorted to punching his shoulder.

“God just shut up and fuck me, rock man.”

Daruk wanted to keep using his fingers, but something told him that if he kept delaying it, Kohga was going to just kill him. So he slowly pulled his fingers out, before grabbing a hold of his thighs, and yanked him closer, till his own dick was brushed up against him. Suffice to say, Kohga was a BIT intimidated. His grip on Kohga was tight as he leaned down to his face.

“I can usually tell by someone’s face if they don’t want this. But uh...with the mask and all, I gotta ask, you sure you wanna do this? We can stop, or do something else. I don’t mind doing something...safer, I guess. No shame if you wanna back out.”

Kohga was distracted for a second. The thing was huge, and it was right up against his stomach. He could feel it, hot and thick against him. He wanted it, and he wanted it BAD. Kohga grabbed him by his stupid blue sash thing, and pulled, wanting to show just how serious he was.

“Fuck. Me. Daruk.”

That was as much of a sign as any. Daruk was so easy on those he found who needed a delicate touch, but if they wanted to go all out against him, he was NOT one to hold back. So he pushed his tip against him, before finally going inside of him. Kohga’s extra hand dug into the sheets. Now don’t get him wrong, he’s had some pretty damn good cock, but this? JUST having the tip in? Kohga already wanted to cum. It stretched his ass, and holy shit did Kohga love it. So much so, he was JUST now noticing Daruk was snapping his fingers in front of his face.

“You okay? You weren’t saying anything, thought I broke you.”

“I’m good. SO good, honestly. You could do more, a LOT more, half at least.”

Daruk learned quickly it seemed, choosing not to question him, and slowly, ever so slowly, started to push more into him. Daruk had one hand onto the wall, the other was used to hold Kohga down, as if he was worried Kohga would run from him. Kohga stayed right there, drooling right behind his mask. Daruk was being careful, but wasn’t sweet. His cock was filling him up, stretching him. As if that wasn’t enough, Daruk was letting him run his hand through that absolute mane of hair. So soft, so warm, it somehow made his cock twitch even harder. But that was nothing compared to how well it felt, having HALF of him inside. Daruk moved his hand right to ass, helping himself to a nice, big handful of Kohga’s absolute dump truck of an ass. No permission, no shyness. Just a big, hot hand. Holy shit.

“Gotta give you credit, you’re handling yourself pretty damn well. I’d ask if you were liking it, but uh, something tells me you are.”

Daruk’s stomach pressed up against his dick, and it was SO close to being enough to make him cum. Kohga prided himself in stamina, but dammit he wanted to bust one here and now. Kohga swallowed, somehow finding his voice as he panted something fierce.

“Y-yeah. I am. Don’t get cocky though, I can outlast you.”

“You wanna bet, bossman?”

Daruk was putting his full weight on him, really pushing himself against him, and holy fuck Kohga was so close that time. But that big, stupid face on Daruk forced him to not cum.

“Yeah. You wanna act smug, let’s bet. If YOU cum first, you gotta ask Urbosa out on a date.”

Daruk’s smirk shrunk a bit, definitely not liking that idea. His brows furrowed in determination.

“Alright. If I win, YOU gotta give Sooga a romantic date. No work on his end.”

Neither wanted to do either of these things, but both knew one of them HAD to be done. So, they both nodded in silent agreement. And that’s when things got crazy. The idea of a contest ignited that Goron fire in him, and Daruk started to finally move. Not just move, but actual rough, rhythmic thrusts, right into Kohga’s ass, He never went anymore than halfway into him, but that was more than enough for Kohga’s greedy ass. Daruk’s cock was not only big, not only thick, but those scales seemed to just brush against every sensitive little part of him. Kohga, in the midst of getting his ass PLOWED into, made the mental note to get a dildo that was JUST like the cock he was getting right now. Kohga thought he was doomed. But then he saw Daruk’s face.

Daruk was panting, he was groaning, he looked like he hadn’t gotten a piece of ass in a long, long time. Then Kohga recalled; HE was the top. He was going to MAKE Daruk lose this bet, even if it killed him. Despite the fact that his ass was being stretched to the size of a goddamn manhole, he dug his hand in that big mess of chest hair, and pulled. Just like Sooga’s long hair, Daruk liked his being pulled, forcing him to rest his forehead against his fist as he tried to pick up his pace. Daruk wasn’t faring too well, and it gave Kohga a fuck ton of confidence.

“You’re gonna fucking lose. You’re gonna lose because you LIKE fucking up my ass. You got a smart mouth, and nice, big hands, with lots of pretty hair. But you just can’t hold yourself when it comes to fucking a body like mine. You JUST started to plow me, and you’re already twitching.”

Kohga gave his chest hair another sharp pull, making him groan loudly at the firm grip from the otherwise soft, delicate hands.

“AND you even like your hair being pulled. You act like you’re rough and rowdy, but you really just like a nice, plump ass to stick that monster cock into. And it’s gonna feel even better when you FUCKING cum in it. Go on, give me that fucking Goron cum.”

Kohga had a way with words. Had a way with his greedy hands and plump ass. Such a way, that Daruk came. He came, with a loud, shameless growl in his voice. Immediately Kohga felt his ass stuffed in cum. However, given the fact that it was occupied with damn near a whole foot of Goron cock, it spilled down his ass, and into the bed below. Kohga was grateful for it, and used the chance to pump his own cock. It helped that Goron cum felt...different from normal cum. It felt much thicker, much HOTTER than usual cum. It didn’t burn, but holy hell did it feel good to have it shoved in his insides. Not to mention him cumming right after, being full of so much big, sexy Goron, felt SO much better than any personal wank session. He didn’t even care that he came, all over his chest, and even his own mask. It was a good, hard, fast fuck that Kohga wanted, and deserved.

They sat there for a moment, bathed in sweat and cum. Kohga couldn’t remember when he last felt so full, and Daruk couldn’t remember when he last felt so empty. Kohga chuckled, leaning up a bit to poke Daruk on the forehead.

“I win. YOU gotta ask Urbosa out now!”

Daruk groaned, rubbing his forehead as if he had a headache.

“I...guess you’re right. A bet is a bet, boss man. Can’t believe you beat me to the punch.”

Kohga folded his arms over his chest, smug as could be.

“Course I did! I’m THE Master Kohga! Now, help me get out of bed. I feel absolutely NOTHING below the waist.”

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Green Eggs and Ham: “Train” Review or A Little Better Now (Patreon Review for Emma Fici)

Hello you happy people and all aboard! We’re back on the Green Eggs and Ham Train for a Train themed episode. Train. As you can tell I like trains... admitely I don’t see enough episodes et on them and I don’t buy books or obess on them but I like the idea of a train, the comfort, the use of a mode of travel that was once common but is now simply used on occasion with the dawn of air travel, and it confining our heroes to a smaller space with limited room to move. it’s good stuff. I even tolerae the band train... I mean yes their music is okay at best, but the lyrics.. are wonderfully delightfully insane. Who else would use a garbage bag as a genuine romantic metaphor?

When last we left off things ere a bit ehhhhhhhhhhh: Sam went from delightfully quirky with some issues ot adress to annoying, and Michelle went from kin dof a bitch ot ENTIRELY THAT BITCH. Outside of Guy’s mental breakdown/heatstroke episode involving hallucinations of green eggs and ham, yes that did in fact happen, it wasn’t much to write home about and I worried the series simply had a good PILOT but the series itself wasn’t going to be fun sit through. 

If I was right or I was rilla.. will have to wait till after the cut. But first as always i’d like to thank the person who payed for this episode Emma Fici. Emma is one of my closest friends and one of two patreon patreons. If you’d like a reivew of your choice eveyr month guarnateed, then please hop over to patreon.com/popculturebuffet and back me at the 5 dollar level. You also get access to my exclusive discord where I ocasoinally post about work in progress stuff and tlak to my falns, to pick a short any time I do one and EXCLUSIVE review, as well as helping me hit my stretch goals. So line up, sign up then join me under the cut. 

So we pick up where we left off with Guy hurtling into a lake. Eh I dunno i’ve heard being naked ina  lake is pretty neat. 

All you’d have to do is take off the hat and your there. But Sam saves him wiht the weird train of hats he put at the end of the car for some reason, and our heroes are saved.. but down a vehicle. Oh and Sam’s vehiclular neglgence costs a bunch of fish their home.

And our heroes are without a car and Guys at the end of his rope with Sam.. I mean granted he’s been there since he met the guy but it’s down to like the tiniest thred, not helped by Sam casually stealing his wallet to pay for train tickets depsite Guy , UNDERSTANDABLY, not wanting to hang out with the guy who has stolen with him, gotten him implicate din animal trafficing and dosen’t really respect personal space. Also it’s taken me embarassingly long to remember Micheal Douglas played my boy Hank Pym in the Ant Man and the Wasp films. Seroiusly I don’t know HOW I forgot that, him being aged up and thus unable to do ANY of the things he is constnatly denied credit for in canon (Founding the avengers, being the first ant man.. and the first goliath and the first yellow jacket and the first giant man.. and the only doctor pym...).. but instead the film kept his troubled nature and ego, but removed the domestic abuse (which is something I will not go into but needless to say the comics version went above and beyond to try and make up for that and redeem himself soley because it was the right hting to do) and by making im older still gav ehim a roll as Scott’s mentor. What i’m getting at is I freaking love Hank Pym and I could’ve been making hank pym jokes for several episdoes now. That’s a mistake I itned to recitfy.. right away as Guy looses his suitcase as a result of it and whie he lcaims not to be bothered his voice says otherwise. Eh i’m sure the world can wait for ultron Guy. 

So anyway, Guy reluctantly agrees to the train travel idea and being parked across from Sam on the grounds he has no real other options. Meanwhile the BAD GUYZ.. and i’ve also decided to drop spoilers as the series is two years old, most people reading this have probably seen the series, and it makes analysis rough when I have to dance around spoilers. So yeah the BAD GUYZ aren’t villians.. kind of a dickhead on the blue guys part, but not EVIL. They figure out their going by train it’s a whole thing.

ON the train we run into michelle again...

Yeahhh for the first half she’s as inusfferable as she was the last two episodes and it lead me to believie the rest of the series was going to be constant suffering as she’d be in every episode, likely because they DID get Diane Keaton for this and you don’t waste Diane Keaton. You just don’t. But while they got their money’s worth in having her on screne wise they just..w asted her for the first 2 and a half episodes: Michelle is a judgemental, unpleasnt suffocating bitch and it’s going to take a lot , even if this episode helped, to make me truly like her as a person. 

Case in point her first two scenes this episode are just.. dragging her daughter past a play place uncarring about her feelings because while I DO get she cares about her child’s saftey and is terrified afte rloosing her husband.. it dosen’t EXCUSE her actions. It dosen’t forgive her locking her daughter up constanlty, not talking to her like a human being and oh yeah PUTTING A FUCKING LOCK ON HER SHE CAN CONTROL.  I mean my god I don’t think they INTENDED for her to come off as abusive as she does, and i’ve seen far worse inteitonally and untietionally, but it’s still not remotely plesant. There is a larger issue baked into that the episode brings about, but we’ll get to that. 

And naturally at breakfast.. she procedes to top herself. ONCE AGAIN she treats guy like trash as guy UNDERSTANDABLY didn’t want to talk to her after her previous layers of bullshit which, just as a refresher, involved insulting his invention constnatly (even if it turned out ot be dangerous she did not know that till the last second) then refusing to help a man BAKING in the desert and mocking him to his face. 

So yeah unsuprisingly instead of you know, APOLOGIZING for that episode or anything else she mocks him again and calls him sad. I just.. I get they were trying to have her come off as a jerk and then slowly develop.. but you can’t overdue the jerk part. It has to be juts the right amount and if it is this much there has to be a commpuance. There is none as far as I can tell because god is a spiteful two faced prick. 

So naturally Sam forces the two parties together, and orders green eggs and ham for everyone, except guy who refuses. We do get a really great bit though as EB turns down the idea and we get a tremendous rant from Micheal Douglas as he talks about how a girl in his clash, veyr likely just him, got a rash from tring new things and you shouldn’t and to watch out for the scarlet beetle he’ll steel your ants and try to conquer your planet and is not a guy in a costume but in fact an actual beetle. EB naturally tries it. 

We get a brief interlude with Snerz that’s funny enough: he outright calls his visotrs flunkies, they enter to the song money, and his minon throws dollar bills at their feet. I imagine this is what visitng Mar a Largo is like. They turn up his noses until he mentions getting a chickarffe for his animal crutelty wall. And i’m torn about Snerz. On one hand he can be generally entertaining in his dickery.. but ont he other I do question why he’s in EVERY episode. We don’t NEED him in eveyr one and I feel he’s only in them because Eddie Izzard was expensive so they had to get him as a regular to justify the cost. We really DONT’ need this scene funny as it is and it adds nothing so far. Maybe i’m wrong and these guys end up being important. I don’t know. 

So yeah so far this episode was miserable getting through and I expected it to be another long sit... I was wrong. The second half.. is really damn good and reminded me why I liked this series so much. No really. We get two stories,both really good following one half of each pair teaming up. As for why their split Guy is annoyed with Sam, as well as dosen’t want him letting the chickaraffe out because you know lots of people dosen’t want ot go to jail and leaves to find a quiet place to work on watching paint dry while Michelle tucks a sleeping EB in, her first really truly humanizing moment, which should NOT have taken three episodes but hey, i’ll take it, and goes to find the same.

So starting with Sam and EB, naturally Sam takes all of a minute to let his buddy out and it gets loose on top of the train. EB hears the familiar sound and gives chase and the two meet properly. After Sam covers for his buddy and realizes the creature is asleep in his car safe now, he properly talks to EB and we get a truly magical sequnece: The two talk with Sam whoelheartdly supporting her free spirit and finally giving the girl what she badly needed: someone who treated her not as something to be tied down but you know.. a child who just wants some expression and as she literally lets her hair down, It’s truly adorable and it just has a magical quanitity as they enjoy the beautiful view from the train top. 

Granted this takes at urn later when EB brings up her mom, and Sam.. supports her mom, pointing out she’s just looking out for her.. which she is but in a deeply unehalthy way and I don’t like the show just.. brushing over Michelle’s terrible actions because “she’s her mom”. But it’s also hard to tell if they are: Sam’s mom left him as we’ll find out, so he likely colors his memories of her rosey and simply envys EB still HAVING hers. It’s not BAD stuff but I don’t like a work saying “You should love your family just beacause your related”. Instead of because they lovea nd support you and if they dont’ love you or treat you remotely well or don’t give an ass about you fuck them. Thankfully I DO love my family and have no issues with them, my immediate family at least, but i’ve had friens with downright abusive or neglectful parents. It’s not that black and white. Ducktales also hammered in the family theme but was transparent in how it can me messy, harm each other and that it took true love and consideratoin for it to work at it’s core. 

It’s still not a terrible scene and what comes next is neat as earlier it was shown the train has loops, because Seussworld, and now that’s a problem because their on top of it. Michelle’s jail braclet thing ends up coming in handy the first loop, as while she can’t unstick it means she and sam can suririvie it. They do get it loose, turns out the password was indeed password, because of course, and they end up narrowly suriving a roller coaster bit of track, with the help of MR. Jenkins who I can finally name because EB names her in the next scene. Understanding her need for a pet, Sam deputizes her, and gets her back in bed in time for the next plot. 

Speaking of which winding back a bit as these two go back and forth, Guy goes through two rather hilarious cars: First a bath car that has a bubsby berkely style water number and then a model train car.. with the train on the track showing guy watching guy watchin gthe train etc. 

It’s great. Guy ends up finding the quiet car.. and Michelle. And in her first scene of acting like a human being and not if julie powers was a soccer mom, Michelle, while standosfish as usual, not only unites with guy to shush a loud guy in the car, but is genuinely apricative when Guy helps her get her place back, she was doing some literal bean counting. 

The two genuinely hit it off, first with some adorable silent bits and then by talking, with Michelle appreciating his now safer job and warming up to him. Keaton and Douglas have GENUINE chemestry and it annoys me itt took the series this long to use that instead of wasting Diane Keaton on being 

It’s really great stuff and i’m actually rooting for the two.. once she gets her shit together obviously. Guy does make the mistake of lying abotu knowing about the chikcaraffe.

This ends up being bad as he finds out EB knows the next day and after she leaves the car RIGHTFULLY tears the fuck into same for getting him accused of crime, stealing from him and now puttin ghim in a precarious situation. While Guy DID lie, he idd so well meaningly and trying to impress someone whose ineherntly judgmeental. Douglas also does REALY well in the scene, calling sam out but it dosen’t feel cruel.. it’s justified. While guy is miserable and does need to work on himself.. Sam also needs to work on himself and is putting guy in serious danger just by forcing him into his animal smuggling scheme. 

So Guy leaves.. and naturally given the unvierse hate shim runs into the BAD GUYZ, who aren’t much better. No really they refuse to belieive guy might be innocent, use excessive force on everyone. They have better GOALS than sam but I woudln’t really call them good people. Smash to black and we’re out. 

Final Thoughts:  This one was better. As I said the first half or rather third drags slightly but once we get to the two seperate plotlines it’s REALLY damn good stuff and reminded me what the series was capable of in character in creativity. Hopefully it keeps this up

Next Time on the Blog: We return to mewni for the penultimate chapter of season 3 as Moon and Eclipsa have some fundemtnal disgareemnts on how to handle Meteora that wind up costing both dearly. 

See you at the next rainbow

[bldreamer]

Can’t Fight This Feeling | FORTHBEAM

2moons2 : ForthBeam

Summary: Forth stumbles into Beam’s cafe at four in the morning and it’s love at first sight despite his swollen black eyes. OR, the MMA Fighter meets Barista meet cute no one asked for. Genre: Fluff. Hurt/Comfort. Stupid banter. Coffee Shop AU / MMA Fighter AU.  Warnings: Tiny bit of swearing. Mentions of injuries. Author has NO idea what MMA fighting entails. 

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for months. I fully intended on making this a multi chapter fic but then I remembered I can’t write long stories to save my life so here we are instead. I sincerely apologise for the title. 

It’s 4:47 in the morning and Forth is walking aimlessly through the empty streets of Bangkok, expertly avoiding his own reflection in any store window he passes.

His adrenalin will soon bottom out, the fog of numbness will fade and he’ll feel every inch of his bruised and abused body. The cracked ribs, his busted lips and his battered eye socket that has doubled in size will all throb like a mother fucker come morning.

Until then, Forth is happy to entertain his ignorance. Anything to keep himself from having to face the reality nipping at his heels.

He’s been walking for over an hour, vaguely wandering in the direction of his apartment building with no real desire to actually go home. It’s not like there’s anything waiting for him besides musty bed sheets and his neighbours screaming cat out on the balcony.

With a sigh, Forth shoves his hands into his pockets when a flash of neon pink catches the corner of his eye from the opposite side of the street. He cranes his neck, squinting to make out the artsy sign in fluorescent fuchsia hanging above a brightly lit cafe. He imagines the warm scent of coffee under his nose if it wasn’t blocked with his own dried blood. His stomach grumbles in response regardless, reminding him he hasn’t eaten since lunch.

Curiously, Forth crosses the road and peers inside the hipster coffee shop. It takes a moment for his swollen eyes to adjust to the light.

The only person he can see through the glass front is a male barrister sat down behind the counter. Young, tanned skin, broad shoulders. He has a thick fringe of dark hair and he’s wearing a white sweater with a bright pink apron over the top that’s only marginally less offensive than the sign outside.

Caffeine is probably the worst idea Forth could have right now but he’s never been one to make smart choices so pushes open the door and heads inside towards the register. He looks up through his own messy fringe at the boy behind the counter, slowly looking up from his textbook.

“Hey, what can I get fo-”

The boy jumps to his feet with a gasp, eyes blown wide like a startled cartoon.

“Shit,” he murmurs without blinking.

“Did you forget to turn the stove off or am I just that good looking?” Forth chirps, voice gruff from disuse over the last hour or so.

“A-are you okay?”  

Forth nods, clearing his throat. “Can I get an Americano?”

“Are you sure you don’t need an ambulance?” the boy responds.

He’s about the same height as Forth. Thick eyebrows, dark eyes, golden skin. His cheeks are round and soft, there’s a faint hint of stubble on his chin and his lips are plump and rosey pink. The shade much kinder on the eye than his clashing neon apron.

“Just the coffee, thanks.”

The boy swallows. “Were you mugged? Should I call the police or something?”

Forth pulls out his wallet and waves it. “Nope. Wasn't mugged. How much for the drink?”

“200฿,” the barista replies robotically. Eyes darting over the bruises and lingering when Forth runs his other hand over his lip that’s bleeding again. “Are you...sure you’re okay?”

“Just another day at the office.”

That doesn’t help to ease the boys' nerves. He seems more than a little flustered, his cheeks are starting to match the rose of his lips. It’s cute.

“Don’t worry, I’m a professional,” Forth assures.

“You’re a professional punching bag?”

Cute, check. Funny, also check. 

“Some days, it depends how much my boss pays me.”

The boy looks stricken and Forth chuckles.

“I’m kidding,” he says. “I’d never throw a fight, it’s illegal and I’d lose my license.”

“You’re a fighter?”

“MMA,” Forth replies proudly. “Are you a fan?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so. I know I’d remember seeing you in the crowd.” Typically Forth would throw in a wink for good measure but something tells him its a terrible eye given the state of his face. Maybe next time.

“Staying in or taking out?” the barista asks with a frown.

“Sorry?”

“Your coffee, in or out?”

Forth shrugs. “In, I guess. If it's not too much trouble.”

“It’ll be a few minutes until the coffee machine starts up.”

It’s not clear whether the barista is being informative or he’s just trying to put Forth off to make him leave instead.

“I don’t mind waiting,” he says in any case and hands over the appropriate money.

“You should take a seat,” the boy offers, and Forth takes the opportunity to read his wonky name tag. Beam, it reads. It suits him.

“Thanks.”

Forth turns over his shoulder, looking around the bakery and taking in the decor. The mint green walls, the white marble tables, gold chairs and accents of bright pink. It’s all so jarring it’s only adding to his headache. He truges over to the closest table, sitting down gingerly with a hand over his sore ribs.

“Any cakes or pastries?”

Forth puts his feet up on the chair opposite. “What do you reccomend?” He isn’t much of a sweet tooth but why not while he’s here. He picks up one of the pink napkins and dabs his lip, wincing.

The cute barista tuts, flicking and clicking some things on the coffee machine.

“An ice pack and a check for concussion?” he answers with not a hint of irony.

“I’d prefer something with cinnamon.”

Forth closes his hand around the used napkin and sinks back in the chair. His left over adrenalin is starting to go stale and exhaustion is tugging at his weary bones. It won’t be long before the real pain rears its ugly head. He closes his eyes against the offensive decor of the bakery and lets out a slow breath.

The clink and clunk of the cute boy moving about behind the counter is almost enough background noise to block out the buzzing starting up in his left ear. He really should get that looked at one of these days before he goes deaf completely.  

“Don’t they have medics where you work?” the barista asks behind his station.

“Sure,” Forth grunts. “But they’re sadists.” The three inch scar from the shoddy stitches he received on his forehead after one of his very first fights is proof enough.  

He doesn’t know how much time passes but he must have drifted off for a few minutes because the next thing he knows is startling at the clink of something dropping on the table. He blinks away the fog and sits up to see the barista putting his steaming mug of coffee down next to a bowl of-

“I don’t remember ordering an ice bath,” Forth quips at the boy staring down at him.

“It’s a new deal we’re offering to customers who look like they lost a round with a wrecking ball.”

“Now you’re starting to hurt my feelings.” He takes his feet down from the chair. “Seriously, you should see the other guy.”

The barista frowns. “You’re telling me you’re the winner?”

The surprise in his tone does genuinely hurt Forth’s pride. He does his best to pretend otherwise.

“I’m the undefeated champion,” he boasts with a wink.

The barista doesn’t respond. Just blinks, eyes darting to Forth’s hand which is as cracked and bruised as his face.

“I’ll get you a cloth for the ice,” he mutters eventually, disappearing back behind the counter.

Forth wraps his sore fingers around his steaming mug and blows over the top, sipping gingerly so as not to burn his tongue.

The cute guy -Beam, Forth reminds himself- comes back and picks up a handful of ice from the bowl onto the cloth he brought over.

“Ah, shit,” Forth hisses, not expecting it to be pressed onto his battered face without warning and he almost spills his coffee. “That hurts.”

Beam rolls his eyes. “Now you’re complaining it hurts?” he asks without sympathy.

“Warn a guy,” Forth whines into his mug. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Relax, I’m a medical student.”

“You work at an all night cafe,” Forth comments after another sip, poking the inside of his mouth with his tongue as the string of bitter coffee hits his cut.

“Need to pay the tuition fees somehow.”

“Aren't you full of surprises?” Forth hums. “Cute, funny, makes decent coffee, and a doctor. I think I hit the jackpot.”

“Medical student,” the barista says slowly. “Not a doctor.”

Despite his blunt words, the ice presses more gently onto Forth’s throbbing cheek and he breaths out carefully, eye twitching from the cold seeping into his tender bruises.

His mind wanders as he sits silent and docile with his drink. He thinks about the weight inside his jacket, the thick rolls of cash hidden discreetly in his chest pocket. Tonight wasn’t the best he’s ever performed, and his wage is a reflection of that. But it's not a bad days pay for the meager hours he puts in. It’s not exactly the most honest way of earning a living but it's what he’s good at. He’s not built to be a doctor or lawyer or even a coffee boy.

He doesn’t know how long the cute barista stands over him, holding the ice to his face while he drinks from his cup. It’s odd and neither of them says anything, the only sounds coming from the grinding coffee machine.

The barista is the first to break the silence.

“How old are you?” Beam mutters.

“Twenty one. You?”

“Twenty.”

Forth suppresses a grin. “That means you’re my Nong,” he says cheerfully.

“I’m not calling you Phi.”

“Suit yourself, Nong Doc.” Forth’s breath hitches when the ice is pressed a little too firm into his cheek. “I’m Forth, by the way,” he mentions, voice a little tight.

“Beam,” comes the curt response.

“Because of your charming smile?”

The boy could cut glass with the look he gives Forth and a split second, he’s more intimidated than he was in the ring.

“I can kick you out,” the barista warns.

“Don’t they make doctors sign an oath to protect and serve all?”

“Protect and serve is the police,” Beam chirps. “Doctors swear to do no harm. And I’m not a doctor yet, like I keep saying.”

“Even so, I trust you.” It’s the most honest thing to come out of Forth’s mouth all night and it takes them both by surprise.

Their eyes meet and for a moment, Forth feels stuck, like the world hits pause. Not in a bad way. But so he can take in every golden fleck in the barista’s chocolate eyes staring back at him and count every freckle dotted over his nose. The boy isn’t just cute, he’s beautiful.

“So,” Forth clears his throat when things flood back to the present. “What’s your diagnosis, doc?” He hadn’t noticed he’d been white knuckling his coffee cup or that’s empty.

Beam purses his lips and pulls the ice away, narrowing his brow. “You’re probably lucky not to have a zygomatic fracture.”

“Cool.”

The barista looks doubtful he knows what that means. Forth doesn’t mention the fact that he gets hit in the face for a living, of course he knows what it means. And yes he knows he’s lucky to not need x-rays.

“Should I come see you in a week if the swelling doesn’t improve?”

“You’re embarrassing yourself, now.”

Forth licks his lips, the taste of copper on his tongue. His cut has opened again. 

“Is Forth your actual name or your fighter name?”

“I can’t tell you my fighter name. I’m afraid you’ll want to come and watch me. And then how would I concentrate if I had such a pretty boy standing in the crowd cheering for me?”

“Who says I'll be cheering for you?”

Forth chuckles. It’s small and chesty but it's genuine and it feels right. “Ow,” he whines. “Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.”

“Something tells me it serves you right.”

“Probably. I have a history of making bad decisions,” Forth admits. “Karma and all.”

Beam shrugs. “I don’t believe in karma.”

“So you’re a make your own luck kind of guy?”

“Isn’t luck just karma backwards?”

If Forth’s head didn’t already ache. “Are you a philosophy student too?”

“Like I have the time.”

“That’s a shame. I was going to ask you out on a date.”

Beam shakes his head and mutters something inaudible under his breath. No matter, Forth is nothing if not persistent.

“Do you want a refill? I never got you that cinnamon roll.”

Forth looks inside the cup, he’s not sure why exactly. What he expects to find there. Maybe it's like when you look inside the can after you take a dump. Everyone does it, but no one knows why.

“I better not. I’ll never sleep as it is.”

Beam shrugs and drops the melting ice into the bowl. “I gave you decaf,” he mentions as he stands and leaves the table.  

“Damn. I fucking trusted you, doc.” Forth feels a little violated.

He watches Beam slip back behind the counter. Forth had never taken into account how hot the whole hipster barista thing was before now.

“You’ll thank me later.”

Forth grins.

“Can I thank you over dinner?” See, persistent.

Beam lets a long exasperated sigh.

“Between classes, exams, and working to cover my ever increasing student debt, I’ll be free for dinner seventy years next Saturday.”

Forth shrugs, suppressing another wince. “I can wait,” he says. “I’m a pretty patient guy.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Can I at least get your number?”

Beam looks suspicious.

“You know, in case I need any follow up medical advice,” Forth explains.  

“Ice your face in intervals. Always read the recommended dose on painkillers. Seek medical attention if you throw up or you have a persistent headache.”

“I should also mention I’m forgetful, doc.”

“I’ll write it down.”

“Wouldn’t it be quicker to write down your cell?”

“Do you also not know how to take no for an answer?”

Forth smirks. “Except you haven’t said no.”

“I’m saying it now.”

“Saying what?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

Beam glares. “You’re insufferable.”

“Or adorable?”

Forth chews on the inside of his torn cheek, waiting with bated breath as the cogs of consideration tick behind the baristas eyes.

“If I give you my number, will you leave so I can actually start work?” Beam says.

Forth grins.

“Fighters honor, doc.”

Another cup of decaf later -to go this time- Forth pockets the napkin, dotted with his own blood and scribbled with black ink he hopes is Beam’s real number.

“I’ll call you.”

“Can’t wait,” Beam grumbles.

~Fin.

[headcanon-cafe]

DangerousFellows: If they had kids

This is after the whole apocalypse.

Lawrence

Lawrence would have two kids, twins. The girl would probably be named Anastasia, Lawrence chose, and take after you a lot other than she gets obsessed with stuff easily, like Lawrence. Definitely a daddy's girl though.

And the boy would be names Micheal, chosen by you, he takes after Lawrence in looks but in personality he's definitely his own person. Nothing like either of you. He's mommy's little helper with everything and him and his father fight more often than not.

Ethan

He would have five. (I know that's a lot but I grew up being the oldest of five and I feel like he would too.) Four boys and one girl, the girl being the youngest.

The oldest is Eric, name chosen by Ethan. Eric, of course, is very athletic. If he's not at a sports practice or game he's working out or working on stamina. And if he's not being active he's eating, unlike his father instead of sleeping to get energy, which he still does, Eric eats. He'll cary a backpack full of food no matter where he goes and he definitely orders the most amount of food out of all of you.

Exactly 11 months younger is Grayson. A name chosen by the one and only (Y/n) after a character, you only call him Grayson if he's in trouble if not it's Gray. Gray is you little bean, unlike his brother or father he prefers to spend his time learning new fashion trends and makeup styles. The one thing he treasures the most is his beautiful long dark blue hair. But he does have a habit of asking himself questions and then 2 seconds later answering it. "What's today?? The 13th" or "What's for dinner again?? Potato casserole."

A year and a half later Julian was born. A name chosen by his father. Although Julian loves sports to death and everything about it he'd much rather keep to himself. Other than his best friend and family he thinks people are a waste of space. He's been kinda in a long term 'emo' stage type thing. So he'll only play sports if it's with his brothers.

Adam was born 2 years after that. Name picked out by Ethan. He's a little ball of energy if he's not playing sports he's talking everyone's ears off. He has to be doing something productive or energy consuming or else he will purposely break something to get your attention. Not a bad kid just needs jobs or attention. He only gets like 5 hours a sleep and apparently that's all he needs to be full of three days worth of energy.

5 years later, you unexpectedly got pregnant again only this time with a girl. Her name is Joyce name picked out by you, after months of arguing. Not only is she daddy's little princess she's also all the boys pride and joy. NO ONE FUCKS WITH HER. She's the sweetest and most innocent thing in the world, thanks to all the guys. You feel really bad for her and do what you can but for the most part she has NO privacy. She can't get on the Internet unless someone's watching her. Ethan has the track thing on her phone. The only reason she has a phone is because at 13 he got scared that something would happen and there's an open door policy just for her. Of course Ethan swaddles her in every way but you mostly think it's in necessary. Although she is as much as a weeb as you do that how you guys bond. ANIME BINGE WATCHING!! But there isnt much you can do to convince Ethan until she’s about 15-16 and you got pissed at his helicoptering.

Harry

One beautiful little girl named Primrose. Although you call her Rosey. The tallest Rosey gets is 5'1 and is very petite. She hates getting dirty and all animals but she never throws a fit she'd rather suffer in silence. She loves plants and cartoons and she always does what she told and never argues back. The only thing the could make her cry is if you and Harry got hurt, you two arguing or someone yelling at her. She's the light in both of yours and Harry's life.

Zion

This red ball of flames ended up with three of the monsters. Trust me, raising three munchkins that came from Zion is nothing easy!

You had the Twins, first their is Charlie(the older twin), picked out by Zion. Charlie is a exact replica of Zion personality and is exactly what Zion would look like as a girl. Personality wise she more, let's say, rebellious. By the time she was 13 she was already kicked out of two different schools and suspended nine different times. Each time more creative than the last. She's super smart and even smart when it comes to street smarts. Between her and her brother she's the one that protects him. Charlie knows everyone and most know, don't get on her bad side. Her motto is "Charlie’s the name, and tortures my game!"

Then we have Marcel (younger twin and name again picked out by Zion), looks exactly like Zion but his personality is totally different from his. Marcel is quiet, shy, prefers to stay in the house all day. If he's not reading, playing video games or watching tv he's most likely asleep. Super smart but goes out of his way to avoid people. Super sweet though and although he goes out of his way to avoid people he isn’t scared to stand up for himself and what he believes in. Will even gonna as far as to go to protest.

6 years later Josephine (name picked out by you) as born. Although she likes to go out and fo stuff. Whether I'd be skateboarding, movie theaters or maybe even hiking.she prefers to only stay with family and her best friend Micheal (imaginary friend). So although she wants to do everything the world has to offer she'd much rather do it with as little to no people.

Eugene

One little ball of light name Christine. Christine of course is daddy's little princess and he shall protect with all his life. From day one he was scared of being a bad father and spoilt her to death. No matter how old she gets what's going on and even if she's being a perfect little angle he's worried he's always gonna be a bad father and not give her the support she needs. Even though she's always gotten everything things she's ever asked for. And even though that seems really spoilt she's never thrown a fit and has never gotten in trouble at anyone's else's house. She's your little artist, way better than Eugene at almost everything by the age of 10. Although she was very creative she isn't very book smart. But hey neither is Eugene. Cutest thing ever though

[bleachanimefan1]

Oblitus Part 15 According To Plan

61 days left until Extermination...

Charlie was just outside of the management room as she leaned against the wall, waiting. She nearly jumped as the door slammed hard with Lucifer walking out.

"Dad, where are you going? How did it go? Do you know of a way to return the human back?" She asked.

"Ask the wretched thing yourself." Lucifer growled. "This whole thing's been a total waste of my time. I'm leaving." Just as the fallen angel was heading towards the door to the hotel's entrance, Alastor was leaning against a pillar, smirking, while playing with his fingers. 

"Leaving so soon, Luci?" He mused, chuckling slightly. "I didn't think that one pitiful human would manage to get you to lose your nerve."  Lucifer immediately paused turning his head towards the red demon with a strange dark grin on his face. He slowly began to advance towards him.

"Alastor, how wonderful it is to see you." Lucifer said. "Still hanging around with my daughter and her silly hotel?"

Alastor, unfazed with how Lucifer was staring intensely at him, reached up to pet the snake in the demon's hat. It hissed and almost bit Alastor's fingers if he hadn't pulled away in time. Alastor laughed.

"What can I say? She's quite the entertainment that I've needed in a long time!" Lucifer grin began to grow more sinister as it got bigger.

"See that you stay out of trouble. We don't want to have another incident, do we?" Lucifer replied. Alastor rolled his eyes. 

"Don't worry, I'm only here to "help" out the princess' hotel plan, for it to succeed." Alastor said, smirking evilly. "I haven't forgotten our deal." He held out his hand towards Lucifer, waiting. Lucifer took it shaking the radio demon's hand. The two demon's eyes glowed red, with devious smiles on their faces.

"See that you do." Lucifer nodded, smirking, then heading towards the door and exited. "I'm looking forward to our next chat, next time."

As the door closed, Alastor was still standing where he stood when an shadow appeared next to him, that looked like him. The shadow laughed menacingly as Alastor made a dark grin.

"We still have much work to do old friend." 

Charlie opened the door to the room for management walking in, seeing Anna standing in front of her.

"So how did it go?" The princess asked.

"Not so great." Anna replied. "But, I believe I've found a way to get out." Charlie's eyes widen in shock as she walked over to the human woman.

"You do?! What is it?" She asked, taking Anna's hands excitedly, holding them. 

 "Your dad told me that there's a book that can open a portal to the living world, with it I can return." Anna explained. Charlie felt her heart stopped as she stared at her silently as she bit her lip. She didn't want her to leave yet. It was so soon. There was something about Anna that even she couldn't explain to herself what it was. Charlie had a feeling that the human was the key to her plans for the hotel.   

"But, I don't know where the book is at the moment. Your father said that it was stolen." Anna frowned, disappointed. Charlie felt relief in her chest, sighing. Good, this may work after all. The princess wrapped her arm around Anna and placed her hand on Anna's shoulder.

"Well, I'm sure it'll reveal itself and you'll be able to go back." Charlie smiled, leading Anna out of the room. "Until it does, how about you help me with the hotel?" Anna's eyes widen.

"What do you mean help? Do you mean your redemption plan?" She questioned. Charlie nodded.

"Yes! I don't know why, but, I have a feeling that you were here for a reason. Otherwise, why would you be here?" The princess answered, continuing. "So far nothing's worked for me with the plan. If you have any ideas, I'm willing to listen! Anything will help!" Anna stared at the princess for a minute, before she spoke.

 "Okay, I'm in." Anna said, smiling and laughed. "only to see the look on your dad's face when your plan succeeds." Charlie happily squealed and crushed Anna in a tight hug. 

"You don't know how much this means to me! Thank you!" Anna groaned.

"T-That's great! B-But, it's going to be kind of hard to help if I can't breathe!" Charlie eyes widen and she immediately released her. She smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, I've forgotten how fragile humans are."  

Suddenly, the two felt the floor beneath began to shake, like an earthquake then they heard an loud explosion went off that sounded like a bomb. Booom!

Anna jumped, looking at Charlie. "What was THAT?!" She exclaimed. Charlie groaned.

"That's just Baxter. Sounds like another failed experiment." Anna stared at her, confused. Experiment?

"What do you mean by that, Charlie?" Anna asked.

"He's helping with my redemption program." Charlie replied. Anna stared at her with an disturbing look.

Then almost immediately, Vaggie and Alastor came running up towards the two girls. 

"Did anyone feel that?" Vaggie asked. "Are you okay, hun?" 

"I'm fine, Vaggie." Charlie replied.

"Who is Baxter? And why haven't I've seen him?" Anna asked. Charlie smiled.

"Oh yeah! You guys haven't officially met. I'll take you to him. Let's go!" She said, as the four walked away. "He's always in his room, like a hermit, and never comes out."

 Lucifer was now sitting in his chair in his office. He muttered and cursed under his breath, furiously, holding a throwing dart in his hand. In front of him was a small imp strapped to a spinning wheel, trembling. He threw it and the dart landed near the imp's head.

"What's gotten you so tormented, angel wings?" A female voice asked. A woman was sitting in a chair, reading a book until she closed it placing it in her lap. "That's my job." Lucifer glanced over at her. His eyes dropped slightly as he felt his heart nearly melt at the sight of her. The woman was tall and had pale skin, long blond hair and silverish eyes. She was also wearing a pearl necklace on her neck and a dark strapless dress with slits on the side and long gloves stopping halfway up her arms. She was still beautiful as the day he first saw her even with the horns that were cursed on top of her head. It was his wife, Lilith. 

She stood up as she placed the book on the arm rest of the chair and walked over to him, sitting in Lucifer's lap. She took his hat off, with his snake that was sleeping on it, and placed it on the desk. She began to play with his hair as she pulled Lucifer close to her chest.    

"It is very unlike you to get so worked up like this." Lucifer sighed as he inhaled her scent. It relaxed him, smelling like apples and lavender. Lucifer placed his hands on Lilith's waist, gripping it tightly with his claws nearly digging into her skin.

"You'll never believe this. Our daughter is keeping a human pet at the hotel!" Lucifer shouted, irritated. Lilith laughed.

"Well, you know her fantasies. She is curious about them." She smiled. Then Lilith pulled away and began to rub Lucifer's rosey cheeks in circles. "Almost reminds me of another certain rebel that I know."

"Who?" Lucifer asked, oblivious. Lilith frowned. He really was like his daughter. Both ignorant and possibly naive and prideful in every way. 

"You." Lilith replied as she slapped his head. Lucifer chuckled. He pulled her in closer and kissed her. Lilith returning it more passionately. Lucifer pulled away, sighing.

"You always did have a way with words, my darkest star." 

"Honey fangs."

"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! JUST KILL ME ALREADY!" The imp exclaimed, still spinning in the wheel. Lilith picked up a dart and it's mark right in the center of the imp's head, killing it.

"So tell me more about this human staying at Charlotte's hotel?" She asked. Lucifer raised his eye brows staring up at the demoness in front of him.

"Why do you want to know?" He questioned. Lilith made a mischievous smirk.

"I want to meet them, of course!"