#and now he's all wrapped in this extra family drama of the very family that scorned his father

[jester-lover]

Could you do a Diasomnia dorm with their soulmates? Like the guys meeting soulmate for the first time, mc preferably being a human for that extra drama in case you’d want to add that?💙

Soulmate Sorrows

Oh you know I love the drama. Thank you for requesting, I hope my favoritism towards Sebek doesn’t show as much.

Feat/ Diasomnia

CWs/gn! Reader, angst-to-fluff, mentions of mortality, war and discrimination, brief kidnapping/isolation, bittersweet fluff (various soulmate aus), uhh, Sebek insults you pretty heavy

I took the creative liberty of making Lilia and Silver’s more humorous to tone down the angst of Sebek and Mal. (Also, I hope someone notices the flower language in the Sebek HCs.)

Malleus

When Malleus saw the red string on his finger connected to yours, he was filled with a sense of pure and simple happiness

As he holds you in his warm embrace, some realization hits him like a brick

As a human, you would live for a minuscule amount of time compared to him; he would see you grow gray and weak and pass on as he held onto your memory for eons to come

Or, even worse, a simple accident could take you away from him in the blink of an eye

Some sort of dragon instinct fills Malleus for a while, always suggesting to spend time with you away from others who may hurt you

He tries to keep you safe by hiding you from others, but humans like you are social creatures, and even the most introverted of us need some communication every once in awhile

He slowly realized he would be making you miserable by hiding you away and eventually stopped his behavior, apologizing to you meekly

During this process, Malleus breaks.

He cries into your arms, apologizing for his actions and revealing his fears and worries

As you comfort him, you tell him that you’ll be happy to be his for whatever time you have, and he decides from that point onward to keep you happy no matter what

He’s a very tender, affectionate lover

You can expect to sleep in his big bed, with the warm prince wrapped around you, and to hold his hand in between classes

Malleus seemingly forgets any social norms from his home when it comes down to you; he will literally fight tooth and nail with his advisers to keep you as his spouse when the time comes

Mortality rarely comes up in your discussions after a certain point, as he focuses on keeping you happy and safe

“My dearest, long after you’ve passed, I will still only have you in my heart... you’ve taken up all the space.”

Lilia

He’s as playful as ever when he sees the matching tattoo on your arm; his own is practically centuries old, and while he was content with being alone, he's so happy to see you!

Lilia might play his feelings off as being plainly giddy, but deep down he does worry a bit about how the two most important people in his life will most definitely outlive him

Now that he has a partner, a strange form of protectiveness surrounds him, like he’s found another purpose, a reason to grow stronger 

(A reason to cook more!)

 Moving on from that more serious topic, Lilia will be most excited to spend time just lounging about with you, strumming little melodies on his guitar, taking you on upside-down walks, cliche couple stuff, y’know?

(Just wait till he starts spilling historical tea)

To wind down and enjoy the little moments with the family he’s built, however long it lasts, is a major priority in his life

“I need someone to try out my new recipe~, all the ingredients are actually edible this time around!”

Silver

y'all are chill lmao

Okok, but when he sees you start showing up in his dreams, he’s a little freaked out, partially because you’re very attractive to him but mostly because he has zero clue how to navigate romance

Imagine going on a date with him, and he’s down for the count in the first 10 minutes

Thankfully, I assume you are aware of his sleep habit, and he’s always very grateful when you wake him up 

Despite his stern exterior, Silver has a tendency to show his deep affection for you through acts of service, such as helping you clean Ramshackle House, because God knows how much it needs help (thanks, Crow Man).

Another little quirk about him is his tendency to go along with any cute couple activity you want to do

Wanna wear matching outfits? Cool with him.

Walk him to his classes? Absolutely.

Be the loudest spectator at his equestrian club meets? He appreciates the enthusiasm.

Even if you consider yourself to be a volatile or argumentative person, it’s very hard for Silver to get mad at you because of the genuine adoration and respect he holds for you

He can’t wait to grow older alongside you, to see you at your best, your worst, and your most human moments, until the two of you are old and wrinkly

“I saw something I thought you’d like at the store while I was running errands… maybe we could make dinner together…?”

Sebek

NO.

this is Sebek's worst nightmare come true; the words written on his wrist were the first you ever spoke to him, you, you disgusting, vile, no good human...

He runs far away, back into his room, and under his covers

He refuses to speak to you, refuses to look at you, and refuses to do anything involving you

For a couple of days, he just sulks, which is super heartbreaking for you, considering the fact that you can't control who you are, and your only soulmate just harshly rejected you

Sebek cries a lot. Like, a lot. at one point or another, his mother calls him to verbally smack some sense into him (and most likely Lilia too)

You see him standing at the door of Ramshackle House, breathing heavily as Grim offers to flambé him for you

You decide to hear him out, and he practically spills his years of self-loathing and hurt on your lap

Some part of you hurts for your soulmate, and you hold him in your arms

This relationship starts out turbulent, to say the least, but there’s a mental click that happens for him at one point, where he just realizes how if his own mother found joy with a human, he can too

Sebek tries his best to earn your trust, trying to break down the emotional layers his own internal bigotry has put between you

(it’s also very cute when he shows up with a bouquet of daffodils, as per Lilia’s recommendation) 

You two definitely have a long road ahead of you, but Sebek’s affection is loud and unwavering, and while he might be stubborn in his nature, he knows when to cool it down now

For your sake and for the lifelong relationship he wants with you

“Human! I have a few hours to spare before training, would you like to read with me?”

OMG I actually posted??? I'm crawling through requests as fast as I can ya'll, school has been destroying my creativity for the last few weeks.

[rogerswifesblog]

1 - The Devil I Desire

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

A/N: Hi! This is my first Stucky Series and I hope you’ll like it. Tbh Steve is a dick in this one (at least in the beginning) and it won’t be Peggy friendly either. Also, READ TGE WARNINGS, it’s important since it’ll later on contain still like age gap, cheating and other rather controversial stuff.

Here’s the first chapter! Have fun reading!

And a big thank you to @jamneuromain who helped me with the idea and especially some things later on in the story…(especially some extra drama👀)

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated ❤️

Pairing: silver fox Steve Rogers x college student Bucky Barnes

Chapter summary: first meeting after a disaster….just leading into another one.

Warnings: age gap, alcohol consumption, past trauma

Bucky wanted to get wasted. Like, really get wasted. His tinder date was once again a total disaster and right now he just wanted to spend a fun evening with his best friend (preferably by getting wasted).

> waitin at the bar < Bucky texted Wanda, while sipping at his second tequila sunrise, scrolling through Instagram. All those happy couples annoyed him, posting all those cute pictures together. Why couldn’t he have this? Why couldn’t he be in such a cute relationship too?

He wasn’t even picky. He just wanted someone who didn’t hate cats or wasn’t a serial killer. (Tho he’d probably be able to look past the second part. As long as nobody hated his dear Alpine everything should be fine.)

Bucky definitely didn’t want anyone like today's date. He hadn’t felt this bad in a long time, really. First he had already suspected the other guy to be very egotistical and vain. Turned out to be the truth.

But after Bucky pulled up his sleeves from it being too hot in the restaurant? God, that’s where it all started to go downhill.

From the first moment where his scars were on display Bucky could feel his gaze on them, interested in a way, but mostly disgusted.

Just…

He couldn’t describe the vibe the other guy was giving him.

It made Bucky feel like…like an animal at the zoo, in a way. Everyone was looking at him. Judging for something he couldn’t change.

So after faking a family emergency he left his date and decided to text his group chat about wanting to go clubbing tonight. And getting drunk.

Very, very drunk.

Unless he’d find a hot guy to spend the night with. Then he’d rather remember it.

“Bucky!”, Wandas voice sounded close to him, even with the loud music killing every sound existing. Sometimes he was surprised how loud Wanda could be if she wanted to. Especially since she was always rather quiet. “Are you okay?”, her arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him from behind. “Hi, Wanda”, Bucky smiled tiredly, leaning a bit into the hug, sighing,

He explained to Wanda what had happened and why he was in such a bad mood. She was understanding, especially since she knew how much it took Bucky to carry himself with the confidence he did now.

Wanda hugged once again after Bucky finished the story, finishing the tequila sunrise.

After a while also Clint and Pietro came to the bar, both of them immediately ordering shots.

“So, tell us what happened and how drunk we wanna be tonight?”, joked Pietro, the accent strong on his tongue, especially now after already having drank some beers with Clint before they came to the club too.

Bucky chuckled at that, only giving Pietro one exhausted smile before explaining the whole story once again to both him and Clint. Just like Wanda they understood how Bucky felt.

While complaining to his friends he hadn’t even noticed the lingering gaze of a middle aged man, watching Bucky as he sipped from his tequila.

Steve sat with Sam in the corner of the club, having a whisky on ice in his hands and only partly listening to whatever Sam was trying to tell him. It was hard for him to hear what he said and he also couldn’t really concentrate on him when his eyes were glued to the younger man’s lips wrapped around a straw.

Then he looked back at Sam, noticing he had stopped talking. “Can you repeat anything of what I’ve said?”, Sam raised his eyebrows, laughing when Steve lowered his head, clearing his throat. “I’m listening…?” “Sorry, I was in thought-“ “yeah, yeah, watching someone out of your age range. At least if I’m correct about you looking at the guy with the manbun at the bar. I’m jot even sure if he’s out of high scho-“ “of course he is. He’s in a club. Drinking alcohol. He’s at least 21”, argued Steve, already slightly Offended.

He may like younger partners than himself, but he’d never be interested in someone who’d be below 21. If he had to be honest with himself he’d rather meet with people closer to thirty than twenty, but this young man definitely didn’t seem like mid twenties.

It broke his heart to imagine he couldn’t spend the night with him, but he was definitely too young…on the other hand, it’d be just for one night.

But he also couldn’t be too sure if Mr Man-bun would even want him. Who knew if he’d be into older men? Even though Steve kept himself fit and took care of his appearance, he couldn’t hide the graying hair in his beard, the gray strands in his hair and the few wrinkles that were already covering his forehead the more he furrowed his eyebrows. Or the little crow‘s feet from all the laughs in his life.

Sighing he looked into his Glas, noticing how some of the ice had already melted, making the alcohol watery and less enjoyable….which was a good reason to go to the bar and- “don’t think about it-“ “already did it”, Steve answered, standing up and walking over to the table, purposefully stopping next to his object of desires. Who was alone. His friends were on the dance floor while he was drinking something light blue again.

“Isn’t that a bit too much for one evening?”, Steve chuckled to the young man, after ordering himself a whisky. The young man quickly finished his drink, sipping from his straw. His lips wrapped around it so nicely, as he sucked the liquid…god, Steve, keep it in your pants.

“You get me another one and I’ll stop after that”, he said flirty, winking at Steve.

So Steve was game. A smirk crept onto his lips as he called out to the bartender to get the young man the same drink as before. This time a double.

“I’m Bucky”, the young man introduced himself, holding out his hand for Steve to shake, which he did. “Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you.”

Hm, the name Rogers sounded familiar to Bucky's ears, but he ignored it.

Instead he was already looking forward to meeting this attractive man, “so…what are your plans for tonight? What are you gonna do?”

Hoped You. Was Steve's First thought but he kept his mouth shut. “I’m not sure yet…I think I’ll finish this drink and go home”, he shrugged, not being able to keep the smirk hidden.

Bucky felt like he should immediately tell this gorgeous man he would leave this place alone but…he was never one for one night stands. He actually never had one, hell, he never had sex with someone, he only had his cock sucked a couple of times or did it himself. The closest thing he had to a one night stand was when he rubbed off a guy in the toilets of a bar on a first date. Afterwards the guy never talked to him again.

He decided to be honest.

“I’d be lying if I’d say you wouldn’t be going home alone even though I’d love to say it but…I’m not that kind of guy. I mean-I really want to know what you’re hiding beneath those clothes because your shoulders seem wider than the doors but…-“ “hey, hey, don’t worry, we can just get to know each other, talk a bit…we can go back to mine and just leave it at a conversation”, Steve smiled even though he had definitely intended the night to be different.

But he was good with his words. And he knew it’d work out to his favor.

It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.

So he wasn’t surprised to see Bucky texting his friends he wouldn’t be home for the night as they were leaving the building together.

Thank you for reading! I’d appreciate some feedback ❤️

What do you think why Bucky knows Steve’s surname?👀it’ll be important later on….👀

Taglist: @ozeriterchick @guiltypleasureisfun @ayronren (I’ve decided to tag some people that had reblog the series summary and might be interested! )

All posts taglist: @rogersbarber

[autisticlancemcclain]

Betrayer. Deceiver. Double-crosser. Fink. Turncoat. Rat —

“You are the biggest drama queen,” Hunk says in fond amusement. He even pats Lance’s head patronizingly.

Lance bats his hand away, turning to glare at his best friend and making a high, angry noise in the back of his throat so Hunk understands that Lance is still name-calling him in his mind even if he’s out of synonyms.

“I cannot believe you’re doing this to me.”

Hunk doesn’t even look a little bit phased, which is extra insulting. He should be wracked with guilt. How dare he. “I need to go study, Lance. I can’t stay any longer.”

Lance skids his board to a stop for dramatic effect, then throws his hands out to the side and scoffs as derisively as he can manage. “You can study here! With me! And watch me occasionally! So I am not here alone! And lonely and miserable and sad!”

Instead of immediately pledging to never leave Lance’s side again, Hunk only shakes his head at him in something like awe.

“You are truly something else,” he says. “If you told me you weren’t a graduate of dramatic arts at Julliard, I’d be shocked.”

Lance opens his mouth, then closes it again, trying so hard not to laugh and failing.

God, he fucking hates it when Hunk makes him laugh when Lance is trying to be mad at him.

(Even when he’s not really mad. But still.)

“You’re the worst and you don’t love me,” Lance informs him. Hunk just smiles, shaking his head, and starts to pack up his things. He’s been trying to study while Lance skates, but if Lance is being entirely, one hundred percent, no word of a lie, completely honest, then he can admit that perhaps he is a little tiny smidge distracting.

He can’t admit defeat, though. He and Hunk have known each other so long that the lines between friends and family blurred long ago, and if there’s one thing Lance knows, it’s that you never admit when your siblings are in the right.

On pain of death.

He huffs as loudly and melodramatically as he can, flopping on Hunk’s back with a hand over his eyes to slow the man down. He even squirms a little, determined to be extra irritating and at least knock a pencil out of his hand. Unfortunately for him, however, Hunk is well beyond used to his shit, and has no issue holding Lance up and still easily and neatly putting everything away into his backpack.

“I am going to start a mean rumour about you,” Lance tells him when he stands, gingerly removing Lance from his person.

“You are not,” Hunk dismissed easily. He doesn’t even look a little concerned, which is rude. Lance could totally be a massive evil douchebag asshole if he wanted, and it’s very cruel of Hunk not to support that path for him.

Lance tells him as much.

Hunk only laughs.

“You come to the skatepark by yourself every single day,” Hunk reassures, patting him a little more lovingly on the cheek than before. “You’re just being clingy because you’re bored now that you’re done school. But it’ll even out, Lance. Promise.”

Lance sighs, relenting. “Alright, fine. I suppose my heart will only break a little at your betrayal. I’ll probably heal.”

Okay, well, he relented a little.

Hunk grins, wrapping his big arms around Lance and giving him one of his patented ‘Hunk spontaneous spinal rearrangement’ hugs. “That’s the spirit! See ya, buddy. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Lance says, watching to make sure Hunk makes it to the bus safely. One his bus pulls away, he sighs again, to himself this time, and turns back towards the skatepark.

It’s not empty anymore — it was mostly just Hunk and Lance in the early afternoon, but by now school has let out and homework is done, so it’s pretty crowded. People of all ages are doing all sorts of tricks, using equipment and things that are very much not equipment to show off and dick around and generally have fun. Even more people are sitting and chatting around the edges of the grounds; parents supervising their kids, non-skater friends coming to watch, people taking a break, or just people enjoying the atmosphere. It’s always pretty packed by now, and will be for the next couple hours.

But Lance has shit else to do, since Pidge is away at her internship thingie, Veronica is on yet another date with the girlfriend of the month, Marco is a poser who thinks skateparks are stupid, Luis and Lisa and the kids are at hockey practice, and he and Rachel don’t hang out (they just occasionally accidentally show up at the same place, because they are rivals and Lance would not be caught dead asking her to come to the skatepark with him. That would be humiliating).

So Lance is on his own.

But that’s cool. Lance likes his own company. He’s cool as shit.

He chucks off his shirt — it’s only gotten hotter over the past couple hours, as the late spring sun peeks through the clouds — then kicks up and grabs his board, jogging over to his forgotten backpack to stuff his shirt inside. He digs around for his earbuds, now that Hunk’s gone home, and shoves them in his ears, scrolling through his playlists until he finds one to fit his mood — nothing too upbeat, but nothing in-his-feels; something chill that will fade into the background. Once he finally finds one that works, he takes off, hopping on his board and pumping his leg to get it rolling the second he hits the concrete.

He skates around for the next half hour, mouthing along to his music as he dodges random uncoordinated children and stoners alike, randomly doing tricks for no one in particular (but that are cool enough to get scattered “Nice, man!” comments from other skaters, which he will admit makes him preen).

Deciding that he can use more strangers thinking he’s cool, he sets his sight on the bigger rail of the two at the park, pushing on his board to get it to roll as fast as he safely can, curving around on of the pits, and flipping the edge of one end of the board at the last second to glide it along the end the rail. The impact shooting up his shins makes him grin sharply, loving the familiar ache of it, and he curves to keep his balance with the momentum coming off of the grind.

Only, the edge of the rail is too close to one of the short walls at the edge of the skatepark. And Lance was too busy basking in the feel of a successful trick to properly clock his surroundings to curve sharply enough to avoid heading straight for the wall. And there’s a guy sitting in the wall, looking intently at his sketch pad, right in Lance’s path.

He tries in the split-second he has to grind his board to a stop, putting all his weight on one foot to force the wood and wheels to scrape to a stop. It works, kind of, but his body keeps its momentum, sending him crashing for the guy. At the last second the guy notices Lance’s falling at him, and yelps, twisting away slightly as Lance hits the ground, sprawled on his ass, phone knocked from his pocket and earbuds ripped from his ears.

Brain tipping out of his ears, too, because the guy Lance has nearly hit is cute as all hell, and holy shit is Lance losing his ability to think at frightening speeds.

“Hi,” he says, putting an arm behind him to balance and untensing slightly.

The guy smiles, which softens his whole face; big indigo eyes sparking with amusement and pierced lip quirking up slightly.

“Hi yourself,” he says. He puts his ripped-jean clad legs back down on the ground now that Lance is not at the risk of slamming into them at top speeds, resting his sketchbook on his knees. If Lance had his good sense he’d make an emo joke, what with the black skinny jeans, black and white striped shirt under a band t-shirt, fingerless gloves, beat up black Chucks, choppy black mullet, and more chains and studs than he can actually count, but unfortunately this boy is quite possibly the prettiest person he’s every seen and Lance is always kind of a goober around pretty people.

“You’re hot as hell,” he blurts.

Case in point.

Luckily for him, Cute Emo Boy doesn’t roll his eyes and stomp away — well he does roll his eyes, honestly, but it’s more of an amused thing, so Lance isn’t counting it — and even laughs a little. He glances Lance up and down, slowly, making it abundantly clear that he’s checking Lance out.

Lance flushes.

“You’re okay,” Cute Emo Boy teases. “I mean, for a shirtless skater boy.”

Lance scoffs. He is great for a shirtless skater boy, thanks very much. High above average, even. “Not everyone can pull off the cute emo boy look.”

Cute Emo Boy laughs again, and before Lance can stop himself Lance pumps his fist in success.

(Step one to making people fall in love with you — have them think your dumbass tendencies are funny.)

Cute Emo Boy shakes his head, still grinning, and returns to his sketchbook, lining something lightly with a pencil. “You’re something, Skater Boy.”

Lance narrows his eyes. He knows what Capitalised Letters sound like. He is doing the same thing in his own head, which means Cute Emo Boy has also given him a nickname, which means he is as interested in knowing Lance’s name as Lance is in knowing his.

Well, hopefully.

“The name’s Lance.” He doesn’t bother sticking out his hand to shake, because he honestly finds handshaking to be kind of disgusting, but leans back on his hands and tries to summon his smoothest, most player grin. He imagines Cute Emo Boy trying to hide flushed cheeks and a swoon (look Lance is tired of being the only red-cheeked one here, okay, time to even up the score) in the face of Lance’s loverboy scale turned up to eleven.

But Cute Emo Boy doesn’t even look up from his sketchbook.

“I know.”

Lance freezes. Shit. Does he somehow know Cute Emo Boy? Has he forgotten he name? He never does that! He’s very good with names and faces!

“Your babysitter said it lots of times earlier,” Cute Emo Boy continues. “Often with varying levels of exasperation.”

Lance is confused for a second, then he realises what Cute Emo Boy is implying and his jaw drops in indignation.

“Hunk is not my babysitter! I am twenty one years old!” he squawks. “Meanie!”

The corner of Cute Emo Boy’s mouth is twitching, again; Lance’s main clue that he is very much flirting and not just clowning Lance for no reason.

(Would Lance be any less attracted to this man if he was being mean for no reason?

…Well. Lance has never claimed to have good, healthy taste.)

“Could have fooled me. With all the —” he looks up from his sketchbook briefly to imitate Lance’s presumable expression from earlier — “‘Hunk! Hunk! Hunk! I’m doing a trick! Watch!’ I thought you might have just been part of the after-school crowd.”

Lance pouts. Cute Emo Boy pats his knee condescendingly.

“Hunk is childish too,” he grumbles, conceding to the point that he was, perhaps, acting like a child forcing a parent to watch them do a flip every three seconds. “I had to bust out the Drunk Hunk Backpack Leash on Friday because he kept trying to run away from us.”

The story startles another laugh out of Cute Emo Boy, which Lance relishes. “Sounds fun. And a little embarrassing.”

For a moment Lance scrambles for something to say — he can’t let the conversation end, he has to keep talking to this man who smiles and laughs at Lance’s jokes and who finds his ridiculousness endearing, apparently, and who is also lowkey hot which doesn’t hurt — but then something occurs to him.

Cute Emo Boy has been watching him. For some time, obviously, or he wouldn’t be able to tease Lance about Hunk.

Cute Emo Boy is into him, concretely, and has been for longer than Lance has even noticed him, which means Lance has the upper hand in this scenario and might be able to tease a blush out of the hottie yet.

Hell yeah.

“It was,” Lance agrees, letting some of the cockiness bleed into his voice. Cute Emo Boy hears it easily, finally looking up from his sketchbook to look at Lance with a raised eyebrow. Lance pauses a moment for dramatic effect, because yes, okay, he’s a bit of a drama queen. “Almost as embarrassing as watching someone skate for two hours without bothering to try and talk to them.”

Just as he predicted, Cute Emo Boy flushes, completely caught out. He sputters for a moment, trying to come up with an excuse, and Lance goes for a double whammy.

“I didn’t spend that time trying to put their likeness to paper, either.”

It’s honestly just an estimated guess, that Cute Emo Boy has been drawing him, and it’ll be super humiliating if he’s guessed wrong. But Cute Emo Boy’s jaw snaps shut with an audible click, and he goes even redder, turning his gaze back to his sketchbook.

“…Point to Lance,” he concedes after a moment of silence.

Lance grins. Bingo.

“I’ll trade in my point for your name, I think. Can’t keep calling you Cute Emo Boy if I’m going to take you out on a date.”

“Keith.” Cute Emo Boy grins wide enough to show off crooked incisors. “And I guess I wouldn’t mind spending some more time getting to know you. It’ll be good drawing practice, at least. I can’t quite seem to get your eyes — they’re a shade of brown I haven’t seen before.”

Pleased, Lance leans closer to Cute Emo Boy — to Keith — and opens his eyes a little wider, catering to his unspoken request.

Maybe, in hindsight, he can forgive Hunk’s betrayal.

———

based off this video

[shannendoherty-fans]

September 1991 - Shannen Doherty, Luke Perry, Jaqson Priestley and all the "Beverly Hills, 90210" gang at the US magazine.

THE FALL ENTERTAINMENT PREVIEW

For everything, there is an entertainment season. You may want to take it all in or turn, turn, turn it all off, but one thing's for sure, you can't avoid it. So kick back, look at what's in store and take your pick. • The networks' experimental phase seems to be over (for now). Sitcoms are flourishing, with very few hour-long dramas on the schedule. Pfeiffer, Pacino and Moore are all going to be visiting a theater near you. Mariah Carey and Barbra Streisand will try to fill the void left by the lack of the long-awaited Bruce Springsteen album. But what makes entertainment so exciting are the inevitable surprises. After all, who would have picked a rotund guy named Schwarzkopf to be the star of last year's fall season? Only in America.

FAST TIMES AT TEEN ANGST HIGH

Take a handful of beautiful babes and Doherty. After he demands refreshments, extra bedding and hunks, toss in some smart story lines, add a liberal dose of adolescent hor- mones, give it time to simmer and what have you got? TV's coolest prime-time hit: 'Beverly Hills, 90210'.

By Karen Schoemer, Photographs by Timothy White.

BARE-CHESTED AND GRINNING, LUKE PERRY stands on the Beverly Hills, 90210 soundstage, prepping for a scene. Two women from the crew hover over him: One lightly dabs his face with a makeup sponge, and the other fastidiously wraps his lean torso in a cotton bandage to signify the broken ribs Perry's character, Dylan McKay, has sustained in a surfing accident. Perry holds his arms above his head and chats merrily about his "studly" physique and "the large shadows cast by my chest," before he dons a white T-shirt through which the bandages poke sympathetically. Preparations complete, he takes a quick drag or two from a Marlboro Light and saunters onto the set. Time to go to work. Time for a make-out scene.

Perry lies down on a couch in the Walsh family living room. With his arm draped luxuriously over the sofa's back and his head cushioned by piles of pillows, he suggests nothing so much as a Roman aristocrat waiting for his grapes to be peeled. In fact, this particular episode has the recuperating Dylan being waited on hand and foot by ex-girlfriend Brenda Walsh, played by Shannen reading material, Brenda stands before him and says with more than a hint of sarcasm, "Anything else?" "Just one more thing," whispers Dylan seductively. "You." Brenda falls on top of him, and the two share a passionate reconciliatory smooch.

"We're trying to keep the set clear," says the assistant director with attempted delicacy. The remark would probably be lost on Perry, who isn't the least bit shy about his vocational duties. "It beats other jobs I've had," Perry says later. "Kissing girls for a living is not a bad way to go.'

Perry has every reason to be enjoying life right now: Beverly Hills, 90210, airing Thursday nights on Fox, is one of the hottest shows on television, and its cast - especially Perry, Doherty, and Jason Priestley, who plays the show's leading man, Brandon Walsh have become some of the most talked-about young actors in Hollywood. Set in a ritzy Beverly Hills high school, 90210 looks at such teen issues as pregnancy, drunk driving, peer pressure and AIDS through the eyes of the Walsh kids, two transplanted Minnesotans. Like a pubescent thirtysomething, 90210 truly excels at melodrama; a single hour of the show packs enough teen angst to fill a year's worth of scrawled diary entries.

Also like thirtysomething, 90210 works on a deceptively simple formula: quality writers, quality directors, and a creative team that balances youthful enthusiasm with years of TV experience. The husband-and-wife team of Steve Wasserman and Jessica Klein, the series' story editors, have written for CBS's smart smash, Northern Exposure. Writer and executive producer Charles Rosin produced several made-for-TV movies and was the supervising producer at Northern Exposure last season. Episode directors have included movie folk like Tim Hunter (The River's Edge) and such cuttingedge TV directors as Charles Braverman (The Brotherhood of Justice). Rounding out the team are 30-year-old creator/ writer/supervising producer Darren Star, a newcomer whose 90210 pilot was the first he'd ever written, and TV production legend Aaron Spelling (his long career includes megahits like Dynasty, The Love Boat, The Mod Squad and Charlie's Angels) whose company produces the show.

Not exactly known for his small-screen depictions of teenagers, Spelling came to the show after Star had sold his pilot to Fox. "Fox called and said, 'Would you like to do a high school show?' and I said, 'Not particularly," Spelling recalls. "I said that I don't know how to do Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Parker Lewis Can't Lose. They said, 'No, no, we'd like to do a show in Beverly Hills, with strangers from a foreign land like Minnesota coming to it.' I said, 'That's intriguing.' I really got excited." (Later, Spelling's 18-year-old daughter, Tori, auditioned behind her father's back and was cast in a supporting role.)

DESPITE THE STRONG CREATIVE TEAM, Fox obviously didn't know what it had: 90210 debuted in the fall of 1990 with no fanfare, no hype, no colossal marketing schemes and no ratings. Although many of the cast members had worked in television before ─ Priestley in the sitcom Sister Kate, Doherty in the series Our House, Perry in the daytime soap Loving ─ certainly none had much name recognition with the viewing public. By December, the show was slogging along in the bowels of the ratings, while its cast and crew grew increasingly frustrated. "We were so marginal for so long," says Charles Rosin. "We went into the [Fox] network and said, 'Listen, unless you start promoting us, no one's going to know we're here.'

Fox agreed and went into promotional overdrive, with immediate results: The ratings began to rise once teen America got a look at Priestley and his young cohorts. (Incidentally, most of the cast won't reveal their real ages ─ they are rumored to be well into their 20s ─ for fear that it will ruin the illusion of them as high school students.) By the end of February, the show was in the Number Two position behind Cheers for its time slot; by April, Priestley was being hailed as the new teen heartthrob; and by the season's end in May, Perry was being hailed as the newer teen heartthrob, and 90210 was approaching the Nielsen Top 40.

  Then Fox unveiled a revolutionary strategy: Instead of the normal three-month hiatus, 90210 would go back to work and prepare seven new episodes to air during the summer, in addition to the standard twenty-three episodes for the regular season. "Thirty shows!" says Spelling. "It's a gamble, but I'll tell you, they've got guts.' (And smarts: The first summer episode rocketed the series into the Top 20.) Like Fox's previous youth smash, 21 Jump Street, 90210's success could be attributed to its gorgeous cast, hot topics and sympathetic characters. Then again, the most important ingredient may be the series' uncondescending view of the problems of preadulthood. As Darren Star notes, "Teenagers take themselves very seriously and really see their lives in terms of high dramatics, and I think the show represents that very well." Jessica Klein agrees: "The show is very honest, and the characters don't always do the right thing, which is, I think, terrific."

Around the set, happiness make that rampant, untethered giddiness ─ is the primary mode for most of the cast and crew. Call it climbing ratings, but the atmosphere on 90210 is phenomenally joyous. The actors joke and giggle with one another between takes; everybody walks around hugging and kissing each other; and director Braverman never once raises his voice. With the actors' spirits still high at ten o'clock on a Friday night, Braverman quips, "All right, guys, tense up!" as if all this relaxed fun is starting to get to him.

Mixed with the cast members' obvious enthusiasm, however, is a feeling of nervous edginess, an anxiety that the show's massive popularity might interfere with a formula that has worked up until now. "We're at a time that could really make or break the show," says Gabrielle Carteris, who plays school newspaper editor Andrea Zuckerman. "I think everybody thinks that we've made it, because we're in our second season and there's so much response. And it's exciting and it's scary because it's new for all of us." "When you have a lot of hype around a show, it puts a lot of pressure on," adds James Eckhouse. "I just hope this show will be allowed to have its own life." Not everyone on the show has such a philosophical outlook. After the first four weeks of shooting, during which the press was present nearly every day, Priestley demanded that the set be cleared while he was working and refused to do any more interviews with other cast members present. Some actors with secondary roles were squabbling over receiving inadequate press coverage. By mid-June, Jennie Garth, who plays Kelly Taylor, was showing signs of stress and, after almost collapsing on the set, was taken to the hospital (and quickly released).

In other words, the cast is being forced to deal with the consequences of their own popularity. And while most of the pressures are external, there does seem to be one internal source of tension on the set.

SHANNEN DOHERTY STANDS AT THE front of a classroom, looking anxious. She wears one of her trademark Brenda Walsh outfits: chocolate-colored stretch top, tan chinos, black boots. Her brown hair lies perfectly across her back as if it were carved out of stone; her round, graceful features look brittle and pinched.

Even though it's a hot June afternoon, school's in session for the cast of 90210, and actors, crew and extras are crowded into an airless room in an abandoned hospital building in Encino. The plot line has several of the characters ─ Brenda (Doherty), Andrea (Carteris), Donna (Tori Spelling) and freshman David Silver (Brian Austin Green) enrolled in a summer drama class, and today's topic is Shakespeare. Sixteenth-century England, it would seem, is a long way from twentieth-century prime time.

"I f---ed up, Chuck," says Doherty slowly, tragically, to Braverman.

She has just fumbled her lines for the fifth time. She walks over to the script supervisor, studies the speech and returns to her mark. She runs through the speech again and sits down.

"Cut," says Braverman, putting his hand to his forehead. This time, Doherty has left off the final line of her speech. "Let's try it again."

But the actress remains seated, her head down. Carteris and Tori Spelling quickly cluster around, as if trying to console her. Abruptly, Doherty gets up and runs out of the room, crying. There is a long, dead silence. Spelling gives a nonplussed shrug. Around the 90210 set, Doherty ─ an acting veteran who's appeared in everything from Little House on the Prairie to the cult teen movie Heathers ─ is usually described as “difficult.” Her mood swings are becoming the stuff of set legend; by the end of this particular afternoon, after returning to the set and completing her scene, she is gamboling through the classroom like a child on her birthday, giggling with costar Spelling, hugging Braverman and sitting in his lap. Between scenes on other days, she shuts the door of her dressing room and blares death-rock at ear-searing volume. Even Aaron Spelling admits, "She does some strange things.'

Braverman, who is jokingly referred to as "Shannen's director," tends to indulge her: He gently coaxes and has huddled one-on-one discussions with the actress. "Shannen and I have become closer and closer on each show," he says. "She's a very strong-willed woman. She used to disagree with me more when I would make a suggestion. Now she listens to me and, more often than not, she'll take it. One of the things I've done with Shannen is try to soften her character and make her more vulnerable. I think it's because I'm really crazy about her, and I don't want her to be the bad girl of 90210."

Doherty pulls up at the studio the following day in great spirits. She climbs out of her black BMW holding a shopping bag. "My house was so cold this morning I live in Malibu," she later explains, flashing a friendly smile. "I bought clothes so I could bundle up."

She steps lightly into the hair and makeup trailer to prepare for that day's scenes. "It was the Shakespeare," she says confidently when asked about the preceding day's difficulties. "I always know my lines, I never ─ I was in front of a crowd performing something I wasn't very familiar with. I've read Shakespeare, but I've never actually performed it before. So it's all very new to me. I got hot in there and I just got very nervous and then I couldn't get it straight. Also, when I screw up I get really mad at myself. So it was like a whole emotional breakdown that happened."

Doherty's makeup girl begins massaging her face with an electronic appliance that makes a sound like a bug zapper. "It takes out all the bacteria that's in your skin," Doherty explains. "Anyway, Chuck is very understanding. When I did start having this breakdown, he didn't really pressure me and was just like, 'Take your time, go slow, don't worry about it.' She moves down to the hair chair, reflecting on the show's growing success. "I just hope that the popularity doesn't change us in any way. Because we all want to be popular, and we all want the show to really take off, because it is a really good show. Give us a couple of years and let us establish our audience, and I think we will easily be in the Top 20. So it's good; it's just you can't let it affect you. In some ways it does change, the popularity does change it, but you can't all of a sudden think you can go out and do anything you want because you're a little bit famous."

The hair stylist holds up a lock of Doherty's eyebrow-length bangs and asks if she can trim them. "No," says Doherty flatly. She scrutinizes her face in the mirror. "I'm flying out to be in a celebrity softball tournament this weekend. A whole bunch of guys ─ a whole bunch of athletes ─ are going to be there."

LUKE PERRY IS CRYING. HE LIES curled up and trembling on a couch in the beach cabana set, located in a dif- ferent wing of the vacant hospital build- ing. A single candle, placed next to an old- fashioned photo cube, flickers light onto his face; around him the crew is frozen motionless, and the room's thick, heavy silence is broken only by Perry's barely audible sobs. The scene being filmed has Dylan returning to the bungalow where he used to spend summers with his family as a child; seeing the place much as he remembered it, he's overcome by difficult memories, and as the camera creeps clos- er to Perry's face, his performance becomes more vulnerable. All his earlier bravado has vanished. "Cut," whispers Braverman, as if reluctant to break the mood. "One more time."

Priestley, on set waiting to shoot the fol- lowing scene, decides to crack a joke. "Luke, can you get this right?" he calls out. "I don't want to be here all day."

Perry walks towards him, wiping his eyes. "You're being so mysterious," teas- es Priestley, affecting a lisp. "It's all so covert and dark."

Obviously in no mood for antics, Perry manages to respond, "Gotta get sensitive when the camera gets in there."

Priestley seems to take nothing seri- ously except the exact moment of execu- tion; when he's on the set, he yuks it up, yet as soon as the camera rolls he's com- pletely focused and seems to get impa- tient if he can't nail his scenes in two or three takes. “With Jason it's very easy and cool almost all the time," says Braverman.

"Jason's been our quarterback, keeping everybody on an even keel," raves Aaron Spelling, who also offers an opinion on his star's popularity. "I think Jason is the date that every girl would like to have. He's very attractive, he's sensitive, and he seems safe. That's why we brought in Luke Perry, because we thought we need- ed a character who was a little more off- center, who has a little James Dean."

The ploy has worked, perhaps too well: In the second season, Dylan seems to be overshadowing Brandon, the show's Richie Cunningham-style nice guy and all-around do-gooder, as the character with the most interesting emotional situ- ations. (Even Priestley seems to recognize certain limitations in the role: "Brandon," he says with something close to a sneer. "What is there to say about Brandon?")

Perry's fan mail is now coming in at a rate of some 500 letters a week, and he's only recently begun to grapple with the reality of his growing popularity. Earlier in the summer, a low-key promotional appearance in a Seattle area mall turned into a riot when some 5,000 screaming fans showed up instead of the expected turnout of a couple hundred. (Perry had to be hustled out in a laundry hamper.)

After he finishes his scene, Perry walks outside into the parking lot and sits down for a cigarette. "This particular scene was about a kid who was neglected by his father," he says. "[In real life] my rela- tionship with my father was very strained, and that kind of gives me a lot to draw on. You can never escape your past as an actor, because you always have to keep churning it up. I find that real dangerous."

Perry takes a look around the lot. "I used to make parking lots," he says suddenly, as if the irony of his situation has just hit him. "We'd pour the asphalt, paint the lines, make the curb, paint the stencils. The only thing I know how to do besides act is phys- ical labor. I was a paver, I was a cook, I drove people around in their Mercedes, I worked in a video store, I sold shoes, I worked in a hotel, made a lot of beds myself." He takes a drag and shakes his head. "When I think of the alternatives... my alternatives are not pleasant."

Priestley emerges from the building and invites himself into the conversation. "We get along because we come from the same school," he says loudly, grabbing Perry's cigarette.

"We're very similar," agrees Perry with an abrupt change of mood. "Know what you're doing, don't let anyone tell you anything different, have fun, and when the time comes, do your job ─”

"The work is very serious, and other than that─”

"Nothing is!" finishes Perry, and the pair lapse into an extended bout of male bond- ing and locker-room humor, all the pres- sures, demands and realities of their fast careers once again banished from their young skulls, at least temporarily.

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Mortarion is my favourite boy, so can i please get various shipping headcanons? (the boy needs a hug from Sanguinius complete with wings wrapping around him)

Oh honey you just hit my FAV poor lil meow meow!!!

Mortarion, and how he would work in various ships (chaos edition)

Magnus: Magnus/Morty is the most delicious enemy to lover. There is a thousand possible scenario for those two! Magnus seeking the second most powerful psycher in the family, Mortarion having to deal with witches... There is so much things to write about them! They would balance each other quite nicely too, with Magnus hopeful optimism and Mortarion pragmatism coming up to a more even result. Tho, I think my all time fav scenario, of how they could get together, is this: what if as a child, Mortarion send out a psychic distress signal as he was abused by Necare? And what if that signal was picked up by kid magnus, and a strange, long distance relationship started?

Alpharius Omegon: The hardest one for me to figure out. I can see them being fascinated by how unwillingly Mort is being used by the Imperium, or maybe them being assigned together in the hope their tactic rub off on Mortarion and he get less causality. Sorry, I'm running a bit dry here.

Horus: Horus is, canonically, one of the two primarch Mort has any attachment too. I usually see them as having more of a big bro/lil bro relationship, but it could easily be Mortarion pinning away at him too. Or Horus having that sweet secret romance! You can add some drama to it, and make it so that Mortarion is *Horus* side pieces, and he feel like trash about it. He wants! To be loved!

Angron: Mortarion has the best apothecary, and hate slavery. The Emperor could have given him to Mort in an attempt to help, and I feel like,at the very least, Morty would have been able to find drugs good enough to calm him down a bit, or ease his pain a bit. Angron would have probably seen a friend too in Mortarion, someone that was chained to the Imperium, and who also held no illusion toward their role.

Lorgar: You have unlocked my secret fav crackpair hehe. It's actually, so, so easy to ship them: you make Mort realise that Kor is a piece of shit. Mortarion, with his hatred of abusive dad, would start to do everything to protect Lorgar. And our sweet Urizen would look at him with bug eyes like "is this affection?? I now love you mind, body and soul." They would be a violently intense pairing, that swing between wild fight and incredible tenderness. And if you want to add spice? Lorgar can worship him, as someone choose by nurgle. Nurgle, being a deity of fertility on Colchis, would probably mean sexy time, wich would make their relationship EXTRA messy. All in all, 11/10 one of my fav.

Fulgrim: Fulgrim/Mort is actually really not that far fetch! First of all, they both adore Konrad, so that is a nice starting point. Following that, you basically just need them to sleep together once. Fulgrim, being himself, would make it the most amazing of time, and poor touch starved Morty would be hooked. Completely smitten. Not only that, but while he thing that all the fancy manners of Fulgrim might be for show, he would absolutely respect his working man background and admire his talent at making things. Fulgrim would also adore plumping him up, and pampering this poor, broken soul.

Perturabo: Another one of my guilty pleasure! Take the two big bitter resentful bastard, and see what happen!!! They would annoy the hell out of each others, and yet, they are SO similar. I want Perturabo to talk about birds, while Mortarion show him rare flowers. I want them to be their best and their worst together. The kind that hurt one another, but can't stay away. Toxic in all the right way.

... and Konrad: Listen. LISTEN. If GW is gonna write in the codex that those two are best friends, and then NEVER MAKE THEM INTERACT.... Then it's free real estate, I don't care. They are besty. They know each others secret hobbies. Mortarion enjoy Konrad weird bones craft, and Konrad is touched by the array of carnivorous plants he's gifted with. They cuddles, because no one really get them like each others. They have this tense friendship, like so many queer youngster had. The one were you aren't sure if it's friendship or attraction, were you kind if want to kiss the other, but knowing that it would change everything between you two, you stay put. They see each others at their worst, and only love the other more for it. I adore them. My precious.

I'll come with a loyalist list soon ;)

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We have seven new books to share with you this week. It's a great way to wrap up the month. Which ones are on your TBR list?

The Melancholy of Summer by Louisa Onomé Feiwel Friends

Doesn’t she see? I can do this on my own.

Summer Uzoma is fine. Sure, her parents went on the run after they were accused of committing a crime, leaving her behind. Sure, she’s been alternating stays with her friends’ families. Sure, she sometimes still secretly visits her old home. And sure, she has trouble talking about any of this. But she’s fine. She has her skateboard and her bus pass. She just has to turn eighteen in a few weeks and then she’ll really and truly be free.

So it’s extra annoying when a nosy social worker gets involved. Summer doesn’t expect any relative to be able to take her in, so she’s very surprised to hear that she’ll now be living with her cousin Olu—someone she hasn’t seen in years, who’s a famous singer in Japan last she heard, and who’s not much older than Summer.

Life with Olu is awkward for many reasons—not least of all because Olu has her own drama to deal with. But with her cousin and friends’ efforts, maybe Summer can learn to trust people enough to let them in again? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Rhythm & Muse by India Hill Brown Quill Tree Books

Darren Johnson lives in his head. There, he can pine for his crush–total dream girl, Delia Dawson–in peace, away from the unsolicited opinions of his talkative family and showboat friends. When Delia announces a theme song contest for her popular podcast, Dillie D in the Place to Be, Darren’s friends–convinced he’ll never make a move–submit one of his secret side projects for consideration.

After the anonymous romantic verse catches Dillie’s ear, she sets out to uncover the mystery singer behind the track. Now Darren must decide: Is he ready to step out of the shadows and take the lead in his own life? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

You Bet Your Heart by Danielle Parker Joy Revolution

A riveting, swoon-worthy teen romance centered on two high achievers fighting for the title of high school valedictorian and falling in love along the way, from debut author Danielle Parker.

Sasha Johnson-Sun might not know everything—like how to fully heal after her dad’s passing or how many more Saturdays her mom can spend cleaning houses. But the one thing Sasha is certain of? She will graduate this year as Skyline High’s class valedictorian.

At least, she was sure before the principal calls Sasha and her cute, effortlessly gifted ex–best friend, Ezra Davis-Goldberg, into his office to deliver earth-shattering they’re tied for valedictorian and the scholarship attached…

This outcome can’t be left to chance. So, Sasha and Ezra agree on a best-of-three, winner-take-all academic bet. As they go head-to-head, they are forced not only to reexamine why they drifted apart but also to figure out who they’ve become since. With her future hanging in the balance, Sasha must honor her family’s sacrifices by winning (at all costs) or give her heart a shot at finding happiness? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Her Good Side by Rebekah Weatherspoon Razorbill

Sixteen-year-old Bethany Greene, though confident and self-assured, is what they call a late-bloomer. She’s never had a boyfriend, date, or first kiss. She’s determined to change that but after her crush turns her down cold for Homecoming–declaring her too inexperienced–and all her back-up ideas fall through, she cautiously agrees to go with her best friend’s boyfriend Jacob. A platonic date is better than no date, right? Until Saylor breaks up with said boyfriend.

Dumped twice in just two months, Jacob Yeun wonders if he’s the problem. After years hiding behind his camera and a shocking summer glow up, he wasn’t quite ready for all the attention or to be someone’s boyfriend. There are no guides for his particular circumstances, or for taking your ex’s best friend to the dance.

Why not make the best of an awkward situation? Bethany and Jacob decide to fake date for practice, building their confidence in matters of the heart.

And it works–guys are finally noticing Bethany. But things get complicated as their kissing sessions–for research of course!–start to feel real. This arrangement was supposed to help them in dating other people, but what if their perfect match is right in front of them? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

When the Vibe is Right by Sarah Dass Balzer & Bray

There are two things Tess Crawford knows for sure:

• She’s destined to be a great Trinidadian Carnival costume designer like her renowned uncle, Russell Messina, and will one day inherit leadership of the family’s masquerade band, Grandeur. • Her classmate, the popular social media influencer, Brandon Richards, is the bane of her existence. Everything about him irks her, from his annoying nickname for Tess (Boop) to his association with David, her awful ex.

But when the future of Grandeur nears the brink of collapse in the face of band rivalry, Tess finds to her chagrin that she must team up with Brandon in a desperate attempt to revive the company.

As Tess and Brandon spend more time together, Tess begins to wonder if everything she thought she knew might not be so certain after all. . . .

Set in lush, gorgeous Trinidad, this is a novel about finding love in the most unexpected places. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

The Moonlit Vine by Elizabeth Santiago Tu Books

Fourteen-year-old Taína just learned that she is a descendant of a long line of strong Taíno women, but will knowing this help her bring peace and justice to her family and community?

Despite her name, Taína Perez doesn’t know anything about her Taíno heritage, nor has she ever tried to learn. After all, how would ancient Puerto Rican history help with everything going on? There’s constant trouble at school and in her neighborhood, her older brother was kicked out of the house, and with her mom at work, she’s left alone to care for her little brother and aging grandmother. It’s a lot for a 14-year-old to manage.

But life takes a wild turn when her abuela tells her she is a direct descendant of Anacaona, the beloved Taíno leader, warrior, and poet, who was murdered by the Spanish in 1503. Abuela also gives her an amulet and a zemi and says that it’s time for her to step into her power like the women who came before her. But is that even possible? People like her hardly make it out of their circumstances, and the problems in her home and community are way bigger than Taína can manage. Or are they?

A modern tale with interstitial historical chapters, The Moonlit Vine brings readers a powerful story of the collective struggle, hope, and liberation of Puerto Rican and Taíno peoples.

Also available in Spanish! — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

The Books of Clash Volume 1: Legendary Legends of Legendarious Achievery by Gene Luen Yang illustrated by Les McClaine and Alison Acton First Second

Based on Clash of Clans and Clash Royale and penned by superstar graphic novelist Gene Luen Yang, this first volume of this action-packed eight-volume series brings the characters from everyone’s favorite mobile gaming sensation to life!

SEE! The illustrated exploits of one young Hog Rider and his trusted companion in an unpredictable tale of fantasy and adventure!

READ! Their journey from no-good warriors on the battlefield to true heroes of the Royal Arena!

BATTLE! When danger strikes the village of JazzyPickles and its colorful cast of characters in this heartwarming and hilarious graphic novel based on two of the world’s most popular video games.

In this epic new series set in the world of Clash of Clans and Clash Royale , experience a laugh-out-loud tale of friendship and fun! –– Cover image and summary via Goodreads

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It's finally over, like everyone thought the dabi fight wrapped up here with the arrival of shoto then we cut to ochakos battlefield. We're finally finishing off these side plots, I don't even care that there's a break next week I'm just thrilled we're really in the endgame. After all the side plots are done its gonna be nothing but gas till the end.

Now about the actual chapter, it's a nice little moment that tsukauchi says all might is finally a good teacher. Iida pushing himself to the max and giving shoto that shove to the end is very in character for him as a support type.

Shoto giving his new ultimate move a round two volley, says it's thanks to his family's ice that it was enough to erase the heat. He got his nice hero moment showing up and saving everyone. The kids saw him triumph so that's sweet.

Dabi is finally out of adrenaline, he's down for the count as an extra extra eXtra crispy briquette, he gets his feels out with a big ol fuck you. If nothing else he's a man that lives and dies by his bit.

Got an emotional conclusion with enji apologizing to everyone before he passes out. They're gonna be one big old happy family again, eventually.

Then boom we cut to ochako getting dog piled with a look of determination as she sees the morose motherfucker herself toga tearing up as she realizes dabi's done. Really setting her up to resolve her villain drama.

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oh please please tell us about the next qq fic 🥺🥺🥺

Hello, beloved!!! Thank you for enabling me lmao!!

So I desperately missed writing little queer quartet adventures, but was basically brain dead and fell into a heavy post-fic depression after my last mystery fic. But I've been spinning this idea around in my head for a long time now and will very soon have time to write!! Bits and pieces will likely change, but I can tell you some things so far.

Putting this under a read-more actually because I kind of rambled and I don't want to clog the dash lol

It will take place in India in the mid 1400s. The quartet will have come from Bulgaria, escaping the consequences of a certain mistake that Quynh might have made in battle. Not a small mistake, either. They make it to northeast India and have to stop because by that point they're penniless and starving. Conveniently, there happens to be a noble Hungarian family who has settled there for not-yet-known reasons, managed by the lady of the house, lady Morana, because the lord is off fighting the Ottomans. Anyway, Morana is causing problems with the locals by demanding that they mine for ~~something, ohh~~ even though she hopes she's being a good person by supplying them with jobs and extra food. But whatever she's mining for --- which she has not actually specified --- must be really valuable because she's offering all of the house's gold and riches as a reward to whomever finds it. She has men overseeing the mines who sift through all the resources people find, who might call on anyone at any time if they happen to find the thing. Anyway -- the quartet sees this noble family (and later a very sick population of locals) and think, "hmm. We should con them and redistribute the wealth." Naturally.

Somewhere along this line (I'm still figuring it out) they, or more specifically Yusuf or Quynh, realize the lady might be looking for a fabled substance that can turn iron into gold. That's right: the philosopher's stone. So this is sort of how they try to con her. Yusuf takes on the role/disguise of an alchemist and makes fool's gold, Nico has to pretend to be a leper for a little while. It's a whole thing.

But before all of that, Quynh and Andromache both get jobs working for this family because... food and money are needed, stat. Even though Quynh is morally opposed and grumpy about it, she gets a job as a servant, hoping it will put her closer to the lady of the house so she can learn her secrets (like wtf are you digging the land for, lady). It doesn't quite. Turns out Quynh is hired specifically to assist the lady Morana's daughter, Jana, who is blind. Jana is not helpless like her mother thinks, and she is very smart and well-read. She and Quynh develop a nice little friendship and do anarchy. Andromache is hired as a swordsman to train the eldest child of the noble house, Henrik, who is 16 and acts like it.

I could talk a lot about the OCs because I just spent a few days developing them, but I'll keep it under wraps for now unless anyone wants to know dsfgfd. I just figured the canon characters are probably a lot more interesting.

Andromache will eventually get to beat up the bratty young lord (for a good reason).

Yusuf will put his artist skills to good use, and miiight come across some problems as he pretends to be an alchemist (I mean, lying about the fact that you have THE miraculous alchemical substance has consequences).

In befriending Jana, Quynh may also befriend a Mysterious Character who also works for the household, ohhhh. I was thinking a lot about GoT and HotD lol. Many mysterious spy-like characters there.

And Nicolo will discover some things about medicine that will have lasting benefits. (He might also have to amputate something in order to look like a convincing leper, but he'll get better lol).

I can tell you there will be alchemy (well, not really but you know), lepers, moral issues / grey morality, OCs I am kind of proud of, drama as usual, and very many typical queer quartet shenanigans and jokes.

Anyway uhh yes! There it is... <3 I'm still figuring out the plot and doing my research, but it's definitely cooking. It will also switch POV between the four characters, which I don't think I've done before in one fic yet! I'm aiming for Quynh to be more of the focus though. If this ends up being like 40,000 words and super niche or disorganized, oh well. I'm just happy I have a new idea <3 Thanks again!!

[shivunin]

yeahhhhHHHHH!!!!!! 😭 and 🧠???

Thank you, Zen! Expending Herculean amounts of effort here not to just. Post all of this thing. Posting only a little little bit even though I said I wouldn't

Sorry in advance for the whiplash c:

(Snippet asks)

😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

An unmarked grave, Hawke had told Varric, laughing over drinks after that statue of her had gone up in Lowtown. Let the world mourn me, not its people. She’d added that trees quite liked a little extra iron, actually, not to mention roses, but Varric had cut her off there. It was a little too macabre to think of planting his dearest friend under a rosebush, even for him, though he’d made note of it to work into a story later. 

There was a drama to it, he supposed, still staring sightlessly at the list. He would have…would’ve liked to oblige. The Fade had been cruel and thorough in severing her from her life; there wasn’t even a corpse to burn, wasn’t even a body to bury. All he had—all he’d always had—was paper and ink. It couldn't possibly be enough; had, perhaps, never been enough.

Varric lifted a hand as stiff as wood, tapped the quill into its waiting inkwell, and began the final letter. 

Dear Fenris, he began,

There’s no good way to tell you this…

🧠 share a snippet where the character realizes something important

The knowledge that they were his family was sometimes almost too much to bear all at once. His life had held so much hurt for so long that this much happiness was still sometimes difficult to wrap his mind around. It was impossible to doubt that he was living precisely the life he wanted, and yet—there were still mornings when he woke and wondered how it had happened to him at all. 

They had never talked about marriage. They’d both been so happy as they were (the shadows slowly falling away from her face, the gentle unwinding of days in the library or garden, and then, of course, Leander) that it hadn’t occurred to him that it might be something worth considering at all. Marriage had not been an option for much of his life. But—was it something he wanted? Fenris had never thought very hard about the prospect, but now that she’d asked… 

“I—”

[j-graysonlibrary]

The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three Chapter 25

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 107k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: Only one Xiang remains and her name is Merra. She hopes to unite the land by force and plow down anyone in her way—especially the people of Agni who she deems faithless and the native people of Terra who refuse to cooperate with her.

Raine continues to serve his Lord but he has taken to alcoholism to soothe his grief—a fact he keeps out of his letters with Heidi. Baiya has returned to mercenary work in order to keep his family safe while Kira is on the warpath. He, fully, takes on the title of Chaaya and means to defeat the Xiang he sees as false.

And, in a guarded castle in Enlil, a stir-crazy Princess dabbles in the dark arts, setting in motion something even Tiandi cannot see.

Full chapter 25 under the cut

Chapter XXV:

The first order of business was to escape the encampment. Raine was able to find something there to cover Pangu with—a new robe and cloth that went over his nose and mouth. He also tucked some of his hair back and wrapped some extra fabric around his head, leaving only his eyes visible.

The get-up made Pangu feel more suspicious but Raine assured him that, where they were going to first was too precarious to risk showing his entire face. People there would recognize him.

Apparently, they were lucky to have run into him at an encampment and not the capital. Most of the soldiers in camp were new and had not been around much but the citizens in the capital had come across Pangu multiple times.

“Do not speak if you can help it and do not use your name.”

“What about us?” May asked and pointed between herself and the siblings.

“You three can talk but you should probably use aliases as well. Just to be safe.” Raine led them into the capital with a healthy dose of paranoia. He kept checking over his shoulders as he walked and maintained a brisk pace that they had to hurry to catch up with since his legs were so long. “And, I will find you more casual clothes so you can blend in.”

“What do we do with our armor?” Fujin’s brow creased at the mere idea of leaving it behind.

“I know it is important to you but do you want to be stopped at every checkpoint through here and Terra?” Raine raised his voice slightly and slowed down to look at them. “After I have my meeting, I will be removing my armor as well…it…I do not want to but the risks are too great.”

Pangu knew, from what he did remember, that Raine was never outside of his armor unless he was sleeping or bathing. He was not taking this lightly.

“I will keep it somewhere safe,” Raine attempted to ease their worries but, other than Pangu’s insistence on his character, they had no real reason to trust him.

Still, they knew their options were slim.

“Fine,” Fujin grumbled while Kaz continued to frown.

“I do not think I’ve ever seen you two dressed normal,” May said with a snicker and then turned to Fujin in particular, “Naked, sure, but…”

Fujin slapped her arm to shut her up but it only made her laugh more.

Raine looked between them, seeming as if he had something he wanted to say but, if he did, he let it go. Instead, he pointed to a building across the street. “Here we are.”

It was tall and impressive. Pangu was sure he had seen it before and when he thought about it, he could imagine himself up on one of the balconies. Kira in front of him. A tense air but there was relief there as well. And sadness. Then laughter and drinks. He must have stayed there multiple times, he concluded, or had one very eventful night.

There were a lot of feelings like that all around the city so far though many of the sights instilled an overwhelming sense of loss above all else.

He recognized so many of the buildings and locations yet they appeared dull and lifeless now. The people who walked around kept their heads bowed and no one seemed to smile.

He swore that it used to be different.

There used to be a light there and now it was all but snuffed out.

He had noticed a similar effect on Raine. Though he knew what the cause was for him, he could not help but wonder if it was the same for everyone else. Not necessarily that his death had an impact on every citizen but more that the new Xiang and her rule was crushing everyone in her path.

Pangu felt responsible either way.

“Go in there and rent a room under the name Lee.” Raine handed over a bag of coins. “Wait for me and I will be back with provisions and new clothes.”

“Where are you going?” Kaz asked with a raised brow and a hand on his hip.

“To the palace. I would take you if I could but…” Raine looked down and to Pangu. “The King is an ally and I know he would be thrilled to see you again but we cannot risk him knowing. I do not believe he would let it slip but I worry about the methods that could be used to get the information from him. You and him are both safer if he does not know.”

“So what will you tell him?” Pangu asked.

“Whatever I need to in order to give us a head start.”

It was difficult to but they parted ways and Pangu had to tell himself that the separation was only temporary. He was pulled into the hotel by Kaz while Fujin paid for their room. May then led the way up the stairs as if she actually knew where she was going.

Once they were behind closed doors, it felt safe to exhale. Pangu sat on the side of one of the beds while May threw open the door to the balcony and skipped outside, closely followed by Fujin.

They spoke but their voices were muffled by the glass that Fujin pushed half-way closed after her. Pangu had no desire to attempt to eavesdrop on their conversation anyway. He had enough on his mind.

The dip on the bed beside him alerted him to Kaz’s presence but he did not turn to look. He did not need to—he could imagine the concerned expression on his face perfectly well enough.

“How is your head? Still hurting?”

Pangu took a deep breath. “No. It is fine…”

Silence fell over them for a while and it was almost enough to get Pangu to lift his head.

“You seem close with Raine,” Kaz said after a long moment.

“Of course. I love him…and I missed him.”

Another silence. This one shorter.

“You…love him?” The tone of Kaz’s voice hinted at something different, something less friendly and more romantic.

Pangu nearly laughed. Being faced with something as simple as jealousy was sort of a relief. He looked over at Kaz, noting the hurt on his face just at the mere idea that he loved Raine in such a way.

“I love him dearly as a friend. It is different to what you are thinking.”

“…You are sure?”

He nodded. “Sure.”

Kaz fidgeted with his hands. “Well, what of your second disciple? Raine mentioned how close the two of you were.”

“I do not get that impression,” Pangu answered honestly, “But I do love him a lot.”

“Do you say that you love everyone? All of your friends?”

“I have not said that I love you,” he pointed out and held in his smile at Kaz’s face of concern. There was some hope there too, as if he was waiting for the words to be directed at them. Honestly, it was a little surprising. Pangu did not expect him to be the type to want that sort of declaration. “Do you know what I love about you most, Kaz?”

He sat up a little straighter and stopped wringing his hands together. “What…?”

“You are so genuine.” Pangu finally let his smile show. He touched the side of his face, pushing back a loose strand of blonde hair. “Even when your words contradict your feelings, your expressions and your body give you away.”

Almost as if to illustrate his point, Kaz blushed and averted his eyes while saying, “I do not know what you mean.”

Pangu chuckled and chased after him with a kiss, hoping to ease his worries. Even if he did run across someone he cared about in the same capacity as Kaz, he would not so easily drop him and forget all they had been through. While he understood where the worry came from, he wanted him to know, with the kiss, that he was loved no matter what.

***

Raine sighed in relief as he came upon the palace entrance and saw Sampra and Ryu standing in their usual posts. It was exactly who he had been hoping for since he knew he could trust them.

Although, they would also want to talk.

“Raine!” Sampra perked up and met him with a wide smile. “You are back here sooner than expected.”

“Much,” Ryu agreed.

He nodded. “Yes, well, some things changed on my way back.”

The two guards each tilted their heads, in the same direction, at the same speed. It really was evident just how much time they spent together.

Raine chuckled and explained, loosely, “Some of the disciples met with me in the encampment south of here. We talked for a while and they assigned me with a new task. I needed to run it and a few things by the King and then it is back to the road for me.”

“You really are run ragged out there,” Ryu mentioned with a frown.

“It truly does feel like they are merely using you,” Sampra agreed with a more somber tone.

Forcing a smile, Raine shook his head. “It is not my place to speculate that sort of thing. I am just glad the two of you have not been called from your post to join the front lines. The King needs you here.”

“That is what he says, anyway,” Sampra sighed. “News of the fighting does reach us here though and I am happy to be so far away from it.”

“For now…” Ryu took a more pessimistic approach.

The last few times Raine had spoken with them had been like that as well. He was, truly, happy they were allowed to keep their positions through everything that happened and he was sure Pangu would be thrilled to hear it as well. But they, also, were a big reason Raine did not want to bring the group to the palace.

His concerns with the King knowing too much aside, he knew the two guards would lose their minds over seeing Pangu again. They would be unable to keep the news to themselves, though not for lack of trying. They would simply be too overcome with joy and it would slip out eventually.

Raine knew he had to play things as close to the chest as possible, even if it meant deceiving everyone else.

He had never been good at lying before and he hated how it made him feel but, as he stood in front of his King, the fallacies poured out of him like he was a seasoned professional.

“The disciples, Bofu and Kubja came to see me at camp after I returned from my failure,” he began but was instantly cut off.

Not out of impatience or rudeness but out of concern. King Raime’s brow furrowed and he asked, “Were you punished too severely?”

Raine gave a half smile. “No,” he lied, “Everything was fine, though they stated their disappointment rather clearly. I have been given another chance, however.”

“Kira has been sighted again then?”

He nodded. “There is good information that he is staying at a location near the Agni border, as expected, but they wish for me to scout the area and see if I can track him down there. Plus, if I find a usable, unguarded path into Agni, it will help Merra on that front as well.”

The King gave a short, understanding nod. “So you will be gone for some time, I wager?”

“Most likely.” Raine swallowed the lump in his throat. He looked his King in the eye and continued, “I know it makes little difference to you but I was asked to come here and receive your permission for the assignment.”

King Raime grimaced and his hands curled into the armrests of his throne, digging into the wood. “Permission,” he hissed, “As if they give me any real choice about what I do with my own men…”

“I know,” Raine spoke with a sigh. “They think of you as some fool…or it is merely to offer insult.”

“Probably a little of both.” He crossed his legs and leaned his head back, already cooling off from the attack to his ego. It was hard, Raine imagined, to remain constantly worked up over the state of things.

He knew he, himself, was incapable of it. He had turned to drinking at every waking hour rather than actually living with reality.

“Well,” King Raime said and rubbed along his eyebrows, “You have my permission. Leave when you feel ready and, as always, feel free to stock up on provisions using your voucher.”

Raine bowed and headed for the door but he did not get very far before his King called out for him.

“Oh, and Raine?”

He turned back to look, unsure of what to expect.

“I…I know Kira was your friend,” Raime looked pained as he said the words, “but, things have changed. Do what you need to.”

While Raine understood what he meant by it, there was still a stinging sensation in his heart. He clenched his jaw and gave a smaller bow before leaving.

His King did not and could not understand the complexity of his dilemma so Raine did not hold it against him. Even if he kept replaying the words in his head, he continued on to the market so he could grab supplies and new clothes as promised.

He needed to focus on what was important and immediate.

Kira could still be a problem in the near future but Raine knew, if he saw Pangu, he would stop and talk—if for no other reason than to ask questions. But, once he was made aware that Pangu was alive again—alive and okay—he would have to reconsider his plans for revenge.

He might even stop his Chaaya ways completely.

It might have been naïve and even bordering on desperately hopeful, but Raine wanted everything to return to how it was before. 

[seoafin]

i was so busy with my mid and grinding in genshin that i completely forgot abt the fanbook and was confused for a sec the moment i saw my twt tl in flames,,

😭😭 akutami’s answers feels more of a shitpost tbh,, for someone who dont like gojo he sure acts like him (and considering that akutami’s only a year older than gojo irl)

when i see gojo, i have the urge to yell, "sir, u're so fucking ugly" @/&/&/&/@ ????? I DON'T GET IT,, i feel like i've been conditioned by akutami wtf

jujutsu tech had to have regular classes otherwise nanami wouldn't have been able to get an office job, but the immense lack of presence standardised education has in yuuji's life is so funny to me. he couldn't even join classes bc he d worded within his first week at schoo ,,, was gone for like 2 months, then got sent on a mission,, then the shibuya thing happened,, now he's not in school anymore

and had a stsg brainrot. geto had a good grasp of how to work the world around him even when he was a "good" student,, the fact that he didn't indulge the full extent of his technique's capabilities to the college while not coming from a background that would give him good reason to doubt them...orz

arguably, geto shld have been way more out of his depth as someone with literally no connection to the jujutsu world besides his own technique, but he was more in tune with it and the bureaucracy and the politics than gojo, who was the heir of his own major clan

ig it was privilege that allowed gojo to act that way, and the knowledge that it would take some generations before someone like him would be born again. the lack of that same privilege was part of what exposed suguru to all the worldviews he had...

it always tickles me how the boy who wanted to work towards "the greater good" became the "bad guy" and the boy who wanted the world to be according to his own ideals became the "good guy",,, both are inherently selfish. it's just that one is more obviously self-serving than the other

and it's sort of cute how east asian fandom clung to "my one and only" even tho it's a mistranslation we're all iffy abt (it feels like queer baiting to me)

this “love is the most twisted curse” theme going on reminds me of madoka sm 💀 very very vague spoiler : in the rebellion movie a certain someone was like hope? despair? WRONG it’s love

in jjk, last wills being significant is a recurring theme so it does check out that rika became a curse bc she passed wanting to be with yuuta. adding onto that yuuta also wanted her to be happy, as much as he wanted her to rest in peace... pain

and if megumi coming into the clan as heir was a stipulation on naobito's part, potentially it's bc he saw that megumi could already do a partial territorial expansion, which naoya may or may not be able to accomplish,, if this is actually true and he has one hell of an inferiority/ superiority complex,, in the garbage disposal u go ❤️

anyways i hope ur doing well and have a good night<3 - 🐱

🐱 ANON I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!!

yeah all of akutami’s answers are him trolling, they’re all vague as hell ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO SHOKO WE BARELY GOT ANYTHING SUBSTANTIAL AND IM MAD ABOUT IT (honestly she feels like an after thought and it makes me 😐)

you’ve been conditioned by me and akutami. that just means it’s working

yuji barely got to be a regular teenager before he was swept up in the jujutsu world. honestly it makes me wonder how much of it would have inevitable. if he really is related to choso/noritoshi kamo then I feel like he would’ve introduced to the jujutsu world sooner or later but still....

yeah it’s been pointed out before but gojo has immense privilege....and that + his massive ego blinds him to things.

YES I ALSO THOUGHT MADOKA MAGICA REBELLION.....homura....the entire "I'd do anything for you even become the devil" is 😰

[outerspacebisexual]

A Place in this World - Steve Harrington

Book A - Part Three: I Almost Do

Part One, Part Two

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington was always there, even in the back of your mind.

Word count: 2.22k

Warnings: swearing, happy reader, the hellfire club are good friends, steve is trying

Masterlist

As the seasons changed, so did you.

Graduation came and went. Well, for you it did. Turns out you were right (surprise, surprise), and Eddie did not graduate alongside you. He’d grumbled and whined and was miserable about the prospect of having to spend yet another year at high school. Especially now that he didn’t have you by his side.

You knew that the younger Hellfire members were secretly glad that they had him around for another year.

You on the other hand, were faced with the daunting task of figuring out the rest of your life. While you were so fucking glad to be done with Hawkins High, your current aimlessness was damping your high. You weren’t sure if college was an option. Sure, you were smart enough, but the cost of moving to another city was more than you or your parents had. You’d saved up some money from the electronics store, and then when that closed, got a job at Family Video. Keith was weird, but so were you, so it worked well enough with just the two of you.

And he let you play whatever music you wanted within reason, so that was also a bonus.

Eddie’s absence everyday was something that you missed way more than you thought. You didn’t even realise just how much time you spent together until you didn’t. You made time to see him after he finished school and re-joined him and the Hellfire Club for a new campaign that you met up for once a fortnight on one of your afternoons off. You felt kind of weird going back onto campus, but that was trumped by the pure joy of playing with your friends.

Eddie had even made t-shirts, much to your surprise.

“I have a present for you,” he said as he burst into Family Video on a Tuesday evening.

You raised your eyebrows, placing the stack of videos you had in your hands on the counter. “Whatever it is, I don’t want it, Munson.”

“Oh, but you definitely do, my friend.” His grin was so wide you knew whatever it was, he was proud of it.

He held out a medium sized parcel. It was shoddily wrapped in brown paper and had your name scrawled on it in his signature terrible handwriting.

His eyes glanced between it and you, begging you to take it.

Reaching out to take it, you then placed it onto the counter and tore it open. When you saw the white material emblazed with Hellfire Club and the images you’d scribbled on his page one day in English, you almost cried.

“Do you like it?” he asked, almost bursting at the seams. He pulled open his jacket to reveal the same shirt.

You pulled your new shirt to your chest. “I love it, Eddie. When did you do this?”

“I got them back today. I got a bunch done for the other guys, too, and some extras for the new recruits. When I find more, of course.”

“How’s that going?”

“About as well as you could imagine.”

Your eyes fell back to the shirt as you folded it carefully and put it in your bag under the counter. “Thank you, Eddie. Really.”

Eddie waved it off. “No sweat. Wear it to our next meet up. We’ll all be matching.”

And you did. Then proceeded to spend seven hours playing in the drama room with Hellfire, laughing until you couldn’t breathe and crying over your party losing half the group to the enemy.

It brought a smile to your face as thought about it as you shelved the new releases at work. You were wearing the shirt today beneath your very attractive green Family Video vest.

You checked your watch again for what must have been the hundredth time that hour. Two minutes.

Two minutes and then Eddie was picking you up and you were headed to the mall to meet up with the rest of Hellfire to check out a brand new novelty store that had just opened up and then catching a new movie at the cinema afterwards. Gareth had mentioned he saw a D&D stand at the back of the store when he was there last week.

It would be a welcome break from the monotonous shelving and renting out videos. For the past two months, Keith had you watching a bunch of movies that he was convinced you needed to watch in order to be able to work to the best standard. “How can you be expected to be able to recommend new movies if you haven’t even seen some of the classics,” he’d said.

The classics it turned out, were just shitty movies he thought were good, even though they most definitely were not.

Movement flickered in your peripheral vision, and you were already moving as Eddie’s van pulled up.

You screamed around the counter and grabbed your bag, already flipping the store sign to ‘closed’ and locking up before Eddie could even turn the engine off.

“Someone’s keen,” he observed as you jumped in. “What if I wanted to rent a video?”

“Then I’d tell you to get fucked because we’re closed.”

He laughed, throwing his head back as you grinned. “Long day?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “The longest. I think we had, like, three customers all day.”

“Well,” he said, already backing out of the carpark. “Get prepared to check out some sweet new dice and miniatures, and then zone out at this movie I picked out.”

“What’s it even called?”

Eddie hummed. “To the Future? No. Back to the Future. It’s about some kid time travelling or something.”

“Sounds right up our alley.”

+

The new store turned out to be better than expected and you walked away with two new sets of dice and four miniatures. It was nearly a whole weeks pay, but you didn’t care.

Your party had walked out with similar hauls and to say you were all on a high was an understatement. And the best thing to do after spending a shit-ton of money?

Ice-cream.

Which was a bonus because your lovely, generous friend Robin Buckley just so happened to work there, and was sometimes kind enough to put your chosen frozen dessert on the house. Selfishly, you hoped she was in the giving mood because you’d already blown so much cash today. You were trying to save up for a car. Key word: trying. Turns out that purchasing a vehicle was a lot more expensive than you thought. Even a shitty car was a long way off for you on your measly wage.

As you got to the food court, you had to physically stop and grip onto the railing to hold yourself up while laughing. Eddie and Gareth did the same, while Jeff and Angus just accepted their fates and stumbled, clutching their stomachs.

“I hope you know you’ll never be able to live that down,” Gareth managed, wiping tears from his eyes.

Jeff stood slowly, taking deep breaths. “I know. Believe me I know.”

You gripped Eddie’s jacket as he began walking again, pulling you along.

The entrance to Scoops Ahoy was only a few feet away when you heard the all too familiar voice of Robin Buckley. “If you lot are any louder, they’ll start enforcing a volume rule that hasn’t even been made yet,” she called.

“I’d like to see them try,” you replied as you reached the counter. “You’d be the head of that committee, I bet.”

“Nah, I actually like fun, believe it or not.” She flipped her scoop in her hand. “What can I get the Hellfire Club on this cheery Friday?”

Robin had been wary around your friends at the start. While she wasn’t popular by any stretch of the imagination, she wasn’t labeled a satanic freak and hadn’t had much to do with them. She still didn’t know them well but was nice enough for your sake when she saw them with you.

The others ordered first and took a seat at a table while you stood at the display cabinet trying to choose.

The sound of the doors behind the counter swinging open with force had you looking up and then instantly wishing you hadn’t.

“Hey, Robin, there’s something wrong with the…” Steve trailed off as he stood wide-eyed, half-way in the door. He looked different since the last time he’d seen you. His hair was longer in a way that flattered him, even under the white ‘Ahoy’ hat. Every ounce of joy that had been flowing through your veins shriveled up and died.

Robin chuckled nervously, lowering her voice. “Oh, ha, yeah I totally forgot to mention that Steve works here now.” She was lying. Obviously. And she was so bad at it. You honestly didn’t know why she even tried.

“Steve,” you acknowledged after a moment.

He cleared his throat and came closer, letting the door close behind him.

Being this close to him after so long had your mind flicking back to the past year.

Steve had never actually left your life completely. He had called your house twice in the weeks after the cafeteria incident, but you hadn’t spoken with him, no matter how much that tiny voice in your head wanted to. You avoided him at school and ignored him when you passed each other in the halls.

But even with all of that, you still found yourself thinking about him every so often, wondering about his life. Eddie had nearly wrung your neck when you’d admitted that you would probably never stop thinking about him while you two were so ridiculously high well past midnight. He didn’t understand how you could still have any positive feeling about this douchebag at all, and honestly, you didn’t understand it either.

And now he was here, working at Scoops Ahoy, along with your pathetically bad liar of a friend.

You glared a Robin, and she shrank back. “I’m gonna go, uh, check out that broken thing,” she mumbled, and was gone before you could inform her that Steve had never even said what was actually wrong.

Steve looked back at the doors as she left, before turning back around to face you.

“Can I, uh, get you…something,” he finished lamely, gesturing to the cabinet.

You swallowed and focused on the glass. “Just a vanilla cone. Thanks.”

He nodded and got to work as you looked over your shoulder towards your table. Eddie was already looking at you, brows raised and spoon halfway to his mouth. You could almost hear his thoughts.

Steve coughed and you spun back around. He handed you the cone and his eyes flicked between you and Eddie. You reached down to pull out the money, but he held up his hand. “No, it’s all good. I got it.”

You froze, and you didn’t quite know if you wanted the ice-cream to be free anymore. “Uh, yeah thanks,” you managed after a second.

You were already on your way back to the table when Steve called your name. You cautiously turned. He had a pained look on his face as he stumbled through a sentence. “Hey, can I…you and me…can we, like, talk?”

You stared at him for long moment, and the longer you looked, the more foreign this person in front of you became.

The tiny voice in your head had instantly said yes. It hadn’t even thought twice about wanting to talk to him. You almost did, but that vulnerable part of yourself, that raw and unsure side of yourself made you hesitate. You glanced at Eddie, feeling the panic rising slightly. You didn’t even know why. There was a counter between you and Steve, and you were fine, and he was just standing there. But when you locked eyes with Eddie, the humiliation of that day and the days after became all you could see.

You breathed in, gripping the ice-cream in your hands tight enough that you were sure the cone would crack. “No,” you said. “I…No.”

You watched as like a bucket of water poured over him, the hope that you had seen was replaced with disappointment. His shoulders slumped forward slightly, and you couldn’t look as you took your seat at your table with your back to him.

You heard the door behind the counter open and close, but you kept your eyes on Eddie.

He smiled and you tried your best to replicate it, but you knew it convinced no one.

Eddie tapped your foot with his under the table and you swallowed as you pulled your attention to Jeff as he started telling a story. You knew it was an effort to distract you. And you found yourself thankful that you had such great friends, even after you’d left high school.

That thought struck you and you sat with it.

You had finished high school.

There weren’t high school bullies anymore. No one had gone out of their way to call you a freak since you’d left. You weren’t hurrying down halls trying to avoid people. You were free of all that.

When you looked back at Eddie, he was smiling, and this time, the one you returned was genuine.

a/n: hey, thanks for all the love on this series so far! i've had a few requests for a taglist and honestly i cbf sorry! i'm going to be pretty consistently posting these, so you shouldn't be without for very long!

if you also want to put in a request for anything, just shoot me an ask bc i'll start writing just normal one-shots, etc. after i'm done with this.

i'll write for steve, eddie, robin, nancy, jonathan, etc., but i won't write for the any of the younger kids bc they're not adults in the show.

i'll also start writing for other fandoms, too, but at this point i'm super in my stranger things era with season 4 atm.

thank you again for all the love! i'm really enjoying reading your comments and asks, too! <3 aeia

[justyouraverageficwriter]

Orange ~

Sana x M Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst(?), Smut (eventually)

WC: 4177

Chapter 2: How did you know?

Reader --

You spend most of your day in the new hospital performing surgeries. The older doctors tried to pass this off as the 'life of a surgeon'. Well it's true that surgeons work on such crazy hours. However, delegating almost all of surgeries to you seemed highly intentional. When you try to somehow work your way out, the doctors will justify it as essential for your career, labelling it as experience. On paper it looked like these seniors are taking care of you but in hindsight, it was clear that they are waiting for you to mess up. Today was no different, you are lined up for two surgeries. Perusing on the case files, you took a sigh of relief. Thankfully these two surgeries are minor ones. You promptly head out to call and meet your OR Team.

You may be new but you already assembled what you think was one of the best OR Teams in the history of the hospital. Well granted you don't know much of the hospital's history, you are quite confident about your idea regardless. That confidence mostly came from you being the surgeon but your co-workers are full of potential of their own. Your first assistant is Park Jun Han, a promising doctor who has just started practicing. He is older than you of course. Your team's scrub is Park Jihyo, a great and accomplished nurse. She is a beauty on her own. Big and deep colored eyes. It's not just her eyes that are big though, an asset too hard to miss if you're looking somewhere else. She's Jun Han's fiancé. A love story deserving their own. Kim Dahyun is the anesthetist, another bright young woman. She has this weird playful energy and has a knack of finding cameras. A talent if you can consider it as one that she discovered when she was pulled as an extra of one drama that was shot on the hospital premises. Lastly, your circulator which also serves as a second assistant on major operations Im Sang Hun. He is a resident. He also has a fraternal twin who is a famous idol Im Nayeon.

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"Good job everyone," as you finished your last operation for the day. You admit you feel a bit tired. You said your thanks to the team, and asked Doctor Park to oversee the rest of the wrapping up activities. You headed out immediately of the Operating Room towards the waiting family members outside. You told them about the good news and went on your way back to your office. The office was dark and empty. You are once again reminded that you really need a medical secretary. Your paperwork was piling up fast and there is no way to accomplish all of it without any help. So without even stepping inside your office, you headed to the HR.

Inside the HR office, you saw this familiar face, Yoo Jeongyeon. She was a friend back in your short high school venture, and still a good friend now even you did not see each other for a very long time. "Do you have the final list of the applicants, Jeongyeon-ah?" You are tired so the words that came out of your mouth have somewhat of a rude tone. "If you just listened to my advice to have this position tagged as urgent, you should have your secretary by now." You noticed she rolled her eyes. She went on having her best impression of you when you told her you want the best so tagging it as urgent will just compromise the search. Clearly she was not having anything of the excuses you are going to say. Realizing there is no use to press on, you smiled. "I'm sorry if I sounded rude, I'm tired and famished". She looked at you amused.

"Are you saying that to help speed up the process?"

"I'm serious, Ms. Yoo."

"Whatever!"

There was a moment of silence. Then she sighed and laughed unable to hold back her put on cold face.

"I have the shortlisted applicants here. I'll send them to you so that you can pick candidates to be interviewed. Once done with that, let me know."

"I can look at them here."

"I'll just email it Doc, grab yourself something to eat first. You looked famished I agree."

She was right, it is better to grab a bite first.

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Back in your office, you opened your computer to check on the list of candidates. Sure enough, the email from Jeongyeon is already sitting on your inbox. There were five resumes attached along with the email body that contains the basic information and summary of the candidates. Seems like Jeongyeon really want to have this thing done quickly and you are quite thankful for it. Scanning the list, one name stood out the most to you.

"Minatozaki Sana?"

You are sure you have heard that name before. Nope, you have read it. It was on one of the identification cards of the orange haired stranger you met. You clicked and open her resume and there it was, the face you could not forget. "What a small world." You knew you have found your secretary. You were that sure that you did not bother checking the other candidates. The others maybe more competent, more suitable for all you know but it doesn't matter. You do not believe in the stories of fate and all its drama. However, this one seem right. You may not be able to explain it. You may not able to understand it, but it felt just right. You quickly dialed Jeong's number.

"Can you please call Ms. Minatozaki Sana if she will be available for an interview?"

Your conversation turned into a quick argument. Jeongyeon was expecting that you have multiple picks to be interviewed. This was obviously for options in case your first candidate did not live to the expectations. But you somehow convinced Jeongyeon. She was at the end of her shift but she promised to call so she can schedule an interview as early as tomorrow and again you thanked her for it. Right after the call ended, your phone buzzed because of a text message.

[Tzuyu has sent a message]

'Oppa, it’s raining outside. Do you want me to pick you up?'

You looked outside and saw the heavy rain. Lightning can also be seen every now and then. You hurriedly type in a reply, struggling because of your shaking fingers.

[You]

'Yes please. Thanks!'

Sana --

Days have already past ever since that drunken incident yet Sana still could not take her head out of it. She put her chopsticks on top of the bowl of ramen she is currently consuming. She slapped her face with both of her hands to help turn off the said thoughts. She has more pressing concerns that she needs to solve. See Sana was working on the convenience store her landlady owns. She was living without rent as payment for her services. Her landlady is an old grumpy woman, but somehow she has a soft spot for the Japanese. She always invites Sana to eat with her and of course Sana obliged. Sana felt embarrassment and guilt obviously, she does not want to take advantage of the hospitality but it's free food. And we all know what free food means to those who are struggling. Besides, the old lady is genuinely happy having Sana around accompanying her in the dining table. Still Sana needs to find a proper work fast; she needs to be self-sufficient. Letting out a sigh, she turned her attention again to the computer to try and apply to any kind of work she thought she can do.

It has been days since she submitted her resume to that Medical secretary position. Admittedly, she felt confident that she will get at least to an interview but given the state of things, she thought it was as good as rejected. She heaved another heavy sigh and picked up the bowl of lukewarm ramen. She emptied the contents to her mouth when suddenly her phone rang. Flustered to the current situation, she struggled to chew and swallow at the same time. After she accomplished what seemingly an almost impossible task, she picked up her phone. In reality, Sana did not swallow it all completely and choked on the last bit of noodles. She was unfortunately coughing while the call was getting started. She heard a laugh on the other end and Sana sheepishly apologized. The other woman on the call quickly cleared her throat and snapped back to a professional tone.

'Hello good afternoon! This is Jeongyeon from Seoul National University Hospital. May I speak with Ms. Sana?'

"Yes, speaking." Her focus only on the call given the origins of it.

'Thank you. Hello Ms. Sana, this is regarding your application for a Medical Secretary position. Can you make it for an interview tomorrow at 9 AM?'

Sana could not believe hearing application and interview on the same sentence.

'Hello Ms. Sana, you're still there?'

The Japanese did not notice that she zoned out.

"Yes, I would be glad to come. Thank you!"

The call wrapped up with a couple of thank yous from both ends and the instructions of what to do when reaching the hospital. Sana was still shocked about what transpired but it was a very welcome news. It was too good to be true even. She knew it was just an interview but compared to her last applications it was a very big improvement. Granted it is on a medical field so she has this reservation inside of her, but she convinced herself it’s the best opportunity. It will be another big mistake if she will let it go. She rose up and started preparing. She explored her wardrobe and hunt for something to wear. Once her pick was settled, she started to prepare mentally. In the mix of anxiousness and anticipation, she knew it’s going to be a long night.

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Morning came faster than Sana hoped it would. As expected, she woke up late because she was not able to sleep early last night. She only has 15 minutes. She was already on the train, and today the train seems to be moving slower than usual, or at least she thought it was. She was wearing a simple gray blazer with a matching pants. She looked accurately dressed for an interview, except for her bright orange hair which really attracts attention. Five minutes later, the train halted at her destined stop so she dashed out towards the hospital. Sana was clearly running out of time. By the time she reached the information desk, she was trying her hardest to catch her breath while trying to converse her purpose. After a phone call made by the attendant, Sana was instructed to go to the third floor where your office resides, Sana was handed a card with your name written on it. Sana did not even bother to check the card. She thought the heavens are playing with her. She barely has enough time to climb up the third floor let alone finding the office. Completely out of choice, she began sprinting again.

It was 2 minutes past 9 when Sana reached the third floor. Unfortunately, her battle was not over yet. She saw a nurse walking towards her direction. "Nurse-nim, can you please help me? I am looking for Doctor.." Sana finally checked the card to know her interviewer's name. She froze. She was sure the heavens are playing with her now. "You're looking for Doctor who?" The nurse asked snapping Sana out of her delirium. "Doctor (LN)." Her volume was barely audible like she completely forgotten how to speak. The nurse was quite taken aback. "You're applying for the Medical Secretary position?" Sana nodded as she read the name on the nurse's uniform. Park Jihyo. Jihyo quickly grabbed Sana's wrist and dragged her towards your office. Both girls stopped at the door. Sana could clearly read your name on the sign outside.

"You're late right? I guess you're in for quite a show. Doc (YN) has had a rough morning."

Sana was scared of Jihyo's warning. She could not discern if Jihyo was concerned or entertained. However, there is no turning back now. Sana bowed and said thanks to the nurse, and open the door to heaven, or hell.

Reader --

It's not news to you that people around you describe you as cold. As a matter of fact, you embrace it because it is one of the most effective ways for people to leave you alone. Although, to those guys who have seen beyond that cold front you are professional and easy to work with. If you look past the cold stares and lack of smiles that is. However, this morning, you are in a really bad mood. It was not the call at dawn that ticked you. You are fine being awakened despite just having fallen asleep after the rain finally stopped. You pay no mind rushing to the hospital in the very early hours of that morning. It was for a life. You would do anything to save it. What infuriated you was the lack of care of the attending surgeon. You took over the operation, having to work with the team you are not familiar with. The status of the operation left by the relieved doctor was a mess in and of itself. Amazingly by pure skill and not luck, you were able to save the patient. After the whole ordeal, you went to talk to the doctor. You expected to be thanked but you got barked instead. Still playing tough even if you in a way saved his career. The operation was almost done when all of the crew arrived. They were informed but was just put on standby if there's a need to come to the hospital. Still they all chose to come but unfortunately or perhaps fortunately they were not needed. All of them knew you are not on the best of moods so they decided to leave you alone.

It was already a quarter past 8 in the morning when you had a chance to sit on your office. Exhausted due to the lack of sleep, you involuntarily closed your eyes. Your cellphone rang. You grabbed your phone and you were clearly contemplating if you will answer it or not. In the end, you did. You answered without even looking at your phone to know who was calling. "Are you getting ready for the interview?" Jeongyeon asked. You immediately straighten yourself up. "Is it today?" You did not notice that you sound excited. Jeongyeon noticed though.

"Excited are we? You don’t have to wait long. It's scheduled at nine remember?"

Quite surprised you snapped back.

"Shut up! And thanks Jeongyeon-ah."

The call ended leaving you wondering if you really did get excited. Why would you be excited? True, you felt a little lighter compared to your mood earlier but excitement is as farfetched as it can go. Is it the idea of meeting her again that excites you? Probably not. Perhaps it's the thought of you finally having a secretary. Yes, that sounds about right and you decided to stick with it. You checked the clock, it was 9:05 AM already and your potential secretary has not arrived yet. You can tolerate quite a lot of things but being late is something that irks you. If you felt lighter a couple of minutes ago, well now you feel twice as heavy at the very moment. You were really strict about time because time can be the difference if a patient can survive or not. It was not until another 2 minutes that the door finally swung open. Your eyebrows raised, this girl has not only been late but she also somehow did not know how to knock stoking your irritation further. Sana was on a hurry stepping inside your office and when your eyes met, she fumbled and her left shoe came off. You immediately stopped yourself from laughing, and masterfully maintained a straight face. Your mood lightened up like a Christmas tree and you don't even know why. She bowed her head and greeted you good morning leaving her shoe still off.

"Please take a seat." As you gestured and pointed to the vacant chair. Sana bowed and fetched her shoe in one fluid motion. She took her seat right after. When you were sure that she was comfortably seated, you opened her resume on your computer. You saw her attentively looking at your every move when you took a quick glance. She really has a positive vibe, and it was infecting you. Maybe it was her orange hair.

"So what is the daughter of one of the owners to one the biggest hospitals of Japan doing in Seoul?" You calmly threw your first question. Her eyes were fixed into yours as she struggled to find an answer. Somehow she settled for a question as her official reply.

"How did you know?" Her voice was shaky.

"I guess every one studying medicine has got to come across your name. The trifecta of Japan's prestige hospital. The Hirais, the Myouis, and the Minatozakis. Is it not?" Sana was quite surprised and you clearly observed it as she tried to organize her thoughts. You however did not wait for a reply.

"Well I suppose that's personal. Let's se-"

"I want to make it with just myself." Sana interrupted you mid-sentence. Her face lit up like she thought it was the cleverest thing as an answer.

"That does not explain why you stopped your Medical education though. You are almost done attending medical school, you could have just completed that and try your residency somewhere else if you don't want it in your hospital." You looked at her inquisitively. You saw her purse her lips and her shoulders fall.

"I don't think I have any more questions Ms. Minatozaki."

She nodded her head after she composed herself. "I appreciate the opportunity Doctor (LN), and I would like to personally thank you for what happened. I am sorry I was not able to do it that very day. To be honest I planned to bring a small token of gratitude but unfortunately I got really pressed of time this morning. I hope I can give it to you the next time we see each other again." There was a hint of sadness and disappointment along her lines.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." You said to her without even looking at her.

"And Ms. Sana, I hate late people."

You expected something to happen. Movement or noise, but there was none. You finally looked up again to check and saw her frozen there. You looked at her without saying anything, waiting for her. In what felt like forever she eventually had the words to ask. "Am I hired?"

"You're clumsy. Don't tell me you're also slow. Step outside my office miss before I change my mind."

Her eyes were sparkling and she was very giddy going out. As your door closed, you heard a shout of joy. You could not stop yourself from smiling. You are very pleased with your decision.

Sana --

A big and loud yes echoed in the hospital hall as Sana lets out a shout. She immediately straightened herself after realizing someone saw her celebration. It was awkward to say the least. The girl who watched the whole scene smiled widely. "I guess I am meeting Doc (YN)'s secretary. Miss?" Kim Dahyun extended her arms for a handshake. Sana answered her with her name while returning the gesture.

"I am quite surprised you got hired Ms. Sana given Doc's morning."

"Please just call me Sana, Doctor Kim. And I guess I was just lucky." Sana read the name in the doctor's coat.

"Call me Dahyun please. I really don't like being called a doctor. I feel like I'm being put on the same level to Doc (YN) and his wizardry as a doctor. I am just an anesthesiologist."

"But surgeons could not do their operations without your help Doc."

"Yeah maybe your right, but I still don't to be called Doctor. And besides we should be friends if we're working under Doc (YN)."

Sana was not aware of your reputation in the hospital so she was curious. She also hinted a sense of fear coming from Jihyo when the nurse talked about you earlier.

"Is Doc (LN) scary?"

Dahyun tilted her head. Surprised with Sana's question.

"Did you not experienced it first hand? Jihyo-unnie told me you are a bit late and given what happened this morning, I thought it's a sure fire recipe for disaster."

Sana shook her head and told Dahyun about what happened but leaving out the details of her being a daughter of a hospital owner. Sana and Dahyun talked for a couple more minutes as the doctor asked about when Sana would start, and the thought of introducing you the OR Team. She also did not fail to ask Sana about her orange hair. Finally, Dahyun excused herself and the two went on their separate ways. As Sana was about to leave the hospital, she decided that now is the perfect time to get the gift. This way Sana can give the gift to you on her first day. However, she did not have any of what to get. She dialed a friend's number hoping her friend can provide answer.

'Hello Sana-unnie?'

"Chaeyoung-ahh, can you please help me? I'm trying to get someone a thank you gift. I don't know what to buy." Sana's cute antics can be heard across the phone.

'Are you dating someone Unnie?'

"What? No! It's just a thank you gift!"

'Why are you calling me Unnie? I'm busy preparing for my art exhibit. And besides I don't think I am much of a help.'

"Please Chaeyoung-ah, you're my only friend here remember?"

Chae could not resist her friend's charms. She advised Sana to get something simple and can be used daily. That it was not the price of the item but the thought of it. Sana thought what Chae was saying was right and was ultimately able to make a decision. She thanked her friend and ended the call. Sana found herself in a shop of a men's brand half an hour later. She bought a set of handkerchiefs. It's the first thing that came to her mind upon hearing her friend's advice. She spent quite a bit of her saved up money but she was happy. Sana thought that she is gonna earn it back if she does good with her new found job. She took the train back to her apartment. Her mind wandered about the interview, on the question of how you knew that piece of information about her. On how cool you were conducting the interview. Manly, mysterious and bright. She immediately stopped herself realizing what she did. "What are you doing Sana? You cannot have these kind of thoughts on your boss. You cannot have a crush on him day one," she was saying it mentally while she covered her face. She spent the entire trip home trying to suppress the thoughts of you on Sana's mind. She may be able to take control of these thoughts now but there was one thing she could not deny. Sana has never been excited for tomorrow like now in her whole life.

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In a hospital in Japan.

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"Mr. Minatozaki, I have news regarding your daughter." The man proceeded to report to Sana's father.

"That stubborn girl. I let her go to Korea expecting to run back the first sign of struggle. Now you're telling me she managed to get a job? She has not only brought disgrace to my name but also still continuing to disobey me. I am going to drag her back to Japan if I have to!"

"Honey, she ran off because she does not want to be part of an arranged marriage." Sana's mother defended her.

"You are still tolerating her? I just want a good future for her. It was an opportunity to have the two names as one family and what did she do?"

"That's already done. The Hirai family has already called off the wedding. Besides it seems the Myoui and the Hirai family will not be joined as well after Mina announced she was secretly in a relationship with a book author."

Sana's father was still completely upset. Somehow he still could not accept the fact that her daughter ran away after he presented her with a huge opportunity.

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A/N: Chapter 2 was completed earlier as expected. As a huge ONCE, I could not resist putting all Twice members. And I would like to assume I was the author that Mina was in a relationship with. I noticed a couple of grammar errors on the first chapter and I would not be surprised that you will find one here even after a couple of tries me proofreading it. As always, I thank you for taking the time to read. I'll see you on the next one.

PS. I apologize for the bad photoshop work of Sana's hair :D

[laladellakang]

enhypen&hi: special season

masterlist | wattpad | requests / ask enhypen

italics dialogue = english | bold + italics = confessionals | bold + [] = video captions

a special season for the enha family, a couple of years lateromg there were like 58869 requests for an en-family scenario

! so by this time, i'm assuming that korea has fully demolished their 'korean age' thing !

[ BE:LIFT Lab's first group, ENHYPEN! ]

The video began with an introduction to Enhypen, as well as a roll call of the members.

[ ENHYPEN&Hi is back for a season with the kids! ]

[ Park Hajun / 9 years old ]

"Hajun is the oldest," Jungwon starts things off. "He's a calm kid, even as a baby."

Whenever they were describing a kid, the next scene cuts to a footage of said kid.

"He likes to make funny jokes," Jake smiled brightly.

[ Park Junhyeok / 7 years old ]

"Junhyeok is just like his dad-" Sunghoon used his hand to imitate a puppet talking.

"He's a bigg charmer," Jay looked really proud. "He loves meeting new people."

[ Sim Elli / 6 years old ]

"Elli is like a puppy, she's curious about everythingg," Della slightly stretched out the 'everything.' "Why this, how that- I'm glad the members could answer her most times."

"She's superr competitive," Sunoo said with wide eyes. "-and she loves sports, lots of different sports."

"Just like her dadda," Jake, Sunghoon, Della and Heeseung said at the same time.

[ Nishimura Mari / 5 years old ]

"Mari is a lot like her mother, she loves to daydream," Niki described.

"She might be a dancer like her parents," Sunoo and Jay said together.

[ Kim Daehwan / 4 years old ]

"Daehwan is cool as a cucumber," Heeseung used his hands to emphasise the child's calmness.

"In dramas, he's like the tsundere character," Jungwon giggled. "He seems a bit cold but he's actually a big softie."

[ Yang Seokwoo / 3 years old ]

"Seokwoo is so cute," Della chuckled. "He's really cheerful. Always giggling."

"His hyungs and noonas love to mess with him- he really is such a cutie," Niki grinned cheekily.

[ Lee Haewon / 2 years old ]

"Haewon is the youngest and the clingiest," Sunoo said softly. "She's a little delicate but has a very bright energy."

"She's like our princess," Heeseung's eyes sparkled.

[ How does EN-Family spend their days? ]

[ Who is the first to wake up? ]

Della's phone vibrated from beside her, waking both her and Jake, as they were sleeping in the same bed.

[ It's lights sleepers, DELLA and JAKE! ]

They stretched and let out a few groans before Jake took her phone to turn the alarm off.

"Good morning," he cuddled into her again.

"Good morning," Della mumbled against his neck.

[ ... ]

"Oh my God! We have filming today!" she immediately got up upon realisation. "I have to look extra productive. I have kids now!"

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"Hello," Della greeted to a self camera in a bathroom. "It's six in the morning and I need to get ready before my kids wake up," she was then seen doing her morning routine.

"I just like to be ready when everyone wakes up- it's a bit of a 'me time.'"

"Jungwon is starting to wake up, and Niki and Daehwan are still asleep," Jake entered the bathroom and wrapped his arms around her. "Engenes, good morning," he lazily waved to the camera.

[ Good morning! ]

"You wanna help me make breakfast?"

"Let's do it."

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"We all share a room. Jay and Sunoo. Jungwon, Jake and Niki. Me and Heeseung-hyung. We were so used to it during our early idol years that we just stayed thay way," Sunghoon chuckled. "Della always used to switch every day."

"Hajun and Junhyeok, Mari and Elli share a room. Seokwoo, Daehwan and Haewon still sleeps with one of us."

"Good morning," Jay woke up with a smile.

"Good morning dad-dad," Seokwoo finally said after stretching and tossing for a bit.

[ SEOKWOO is awake! ]

"Had a good sleep?" Seokwoo replied with a small nod. "Hey, don't go back to sleep, bud," Jay chuckled.

"I'm not sleeping!" he raised his head abruptly, making Jay laugh and kiss kiss his temple.

[ Cutie SEOKWOO is still sleepy 💤 ]

"Good morning, sunshine!" Sunghoon immediately went to Sunoo's bed upon entering the room. "How's my baby?"

[ SUNGHOON came to say good morning ]

"What? What?" Sunoo looked at him with furrowed eyebrows

"Not you! Haewonie!" he slapped the younger's shoulder.

[ The members still act like teenagers sometimes ]

Haewon giggled at the sight before laying on top of Sunsun. The editors placed cute bouncy noises for the background sound.

"Good morning abeoji, appaji," she laid face down so her voice was very muffled.

"What about dad?!" Jay called out.

[ Dad wants some too ]

"Good morning dad-dad!" Sunsun giggled at their daughter's cuteness.

"Good morning abeoji, appaji!" Seokwoo joined.

[ The EN-Family has to constantly repeat their greetings ]

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"Hello," Jungwon said to his self-camera. "So the oldest two are awake and I'm going to supervise them while they get ready."

"We let Junhyeok and Hajun do most things themselves but we're always there just in case they need help or forget something," Jungwon explained. "The oldest girls are still very reliant but they always try to do lots of things themselves."

"Good morning," Jungwon knocked before entering Hajun and Junhyeok's room. "Oh you're already in uniform?"

[ Primary school students, HAJUN and JUNHYEOK! ]

"Good morning appa," the two almost said in unison. Jungwon turned the camera towards them. "Good morning," they waved to the audience.

"Have you brushed your teeth?" they shook their head. "Washed your face?" yet again. "Sunscreen?" and again. "Okay then let's go!"

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"Elli, Junhyeok and Hajun are already in primary school. Like their mom, they wanted to join an international school," Sunoo said. "Haewon is still in preschool and everyone else goes to kindergarten."

"Mamaa!" Mari ran to her mother in the kitchen. She was already dressed.

[ Kindergartener MARI with uneven hair? ]

"Yes, sweetie?" Della immediately picked up the child.

"I want pigtails but papa doesn't know how," Mari touched her messily executed hair. "And- and Ellie wants a braid but papa also cannot."

[ My hair! ]

"Della-ya," Heeseung showed up with an awkward chuckle. Beside him was a badly-executed-braided Elli. "I need help."

[ Me too, eomma! ]

"Oh my God," Della couldn't help but laugh. "My poor babies."

"Why? Why?" Jay and Jake stood beside her to see what happened. "What the?! Hyung!"

[ Babies need a do-over ]

"I've taught you so many times!" Della walked over to the older. "Come on, I'll teach you again. Can you guys handle it?"

"Yes ma'am!" 

Turns out the two had a hard time coordinating without Della. So Jay sent the Aussie to check on one missing member and child.

[ Our Tom & Jerry, 2J ]

"Oh damn! Our babies!" he rushed back to his room. "Niki-ya! Nathan! Double N let's get up, let's go."

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"Engenes, hello," Niki waved at his self-camera. He was awake and cleaned up this time. "Daehwan and I woke up a bit late but we managed. Right, Daehwanie?"

[ Maknae and DAEHWAN are up! ]

「はい！」 Daehwan moved to stand beside his otouchan. [hai = yes]

[ A multilingual family ]

「おはようと言ってください」 Niki pointed to the camera. [ohayouto ittekudasai = please say good morning]

「おはよう...」 Daehwan looked to his otouchan for help. [ohayou = good morning...]

"Engenes," Niki giggled.

"Engenes," Daehwan waved with a sweet smile.

[ ENGENES ❤️ ]

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"Okay! Is everyone ready?!" Jungwon grabbed the keys.

"Yess!" all the kids said in unison.

"Let's go to the car! Say goodbye!" Sunghoon and Jungwon will be driving two separate cars. One to the primary school and one to the preschool-kindergarten.

"Goodbye otousan," "Goodbye papa!" "Goodbye appaji!" "Goodbye pops," "Goodbye mom," "Goodbye otouchan!" "Goodbye mama," "Goodbye dad-dad!" "Goodbye mommy!" "Goodbye dadda!" "Goodbye abeoji," "Goodbye appa!" "Goodbye dad," the kids' voices just kept overlapping on top of each other's while they gave all their parents a hug and their mom an additional kiss on the cheek.

[ 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 ]

"Be good!" Heeseung called out.

"Yess!" they all made their way to the cars.

"Drive safe, darlings," Della gave Sungwon a brief kiss. "See you in the company."

"Bye guys! Drive safe!"

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"Noo!" a few screams were heard in the En-house.

[ ??? ]

"Haewon-ahh!" the members all sounded sad that Haewon lost her balance while playing 'Red Light, Green Light.'

[ Maknae lost her balance ]

"Come here," Hajun outstretched his hand for Haewon to hold and indicate that she's in 'prison.'

"We'll get you out, Luce!" Junhyeok announced.

[ We'll save you! ]

"Ya, if you keep talking, you might lose your balance," Elli mumbled loudly.

"You didn't complain when mom and fathers talked," these two are always bickering.

"Did they lose their balance?"

"Did I lose my balance?"

"Hyung, noona- we're in the middle of a game," Seokwoo reminded.

[ Ctrl C, Ctrl V ] [ Ctrl C, Ctrl V ] [ Ctrl C, Ctrl V ]

✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄

"Everyone! We're gonna order pizza for dinner, agree?" Jay grabbed everyone's attention.

"I want cheese pizza!" "I want tomato!" "Cheese! Cheese! Cheese!" as usual, it's always chaotic.

[ Chaos ]

"Hold up, hold up- two large cheese pizzas, two large margarita, one hawaiian and some chicken wings, agree?!" Jay listed.

"Pepperoni?" Mari asked.

"Ah sorry- one large margarita and a pepperoni, agree?" Jay corrected.

[ Dad is confused ]

"Yess!"

"Is ordering food difficult?" a PD asked.

"Not really. We just give them three or so options and they can choose," Niki answered. "We don't give them a lot of choices and that makes it easier on both ends."

"잘 먹겠습니다!" everyone said before diving into their food. Though Della, Sunoo and Jake were busily feeding the youngest three. [jal meokkesseubnida = thank you for the food]

"Lala, ahh," and Niki tried to help out by feeding his wife. The boys like to alter between feeding themselves and their children, but Della always prefers to eat after her kid is done.

[ Eomma needs to eat too ]

"Eomma, ahh," Hajun copied.

[ ❤️❤️ ]

"Thank you, my love."

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Manwhas/mentions I like

No home

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 

This is obligatory at this point tbh. I fucking love this shit. 

Haejoon Goh has been bulied his whole life basically for his mom being real weird and claiming she can see ghosts. As hes moving to the dorms of his new school with his life savings it gets stolen by eunyung baek. After he figures this out he goes and confronts eunyung who has already spent all his money. They get into a fight and haejoon accidentally ends up in the hospital and misses the dealine for entering into the dorms and has to move into the abbandoned dorm of the school with another student. This student just so happens to be eunyung baek which as you remember stole haejoons fucking money. 

Like i said this is so fucking good. Please read it. Any reservations you may have should be tossed aside. Think its too scary cuz of ghosts? The ghosts arent in it that much. Art style weird? You’ll warm up too it, its very dynamic with color choice. Think it doesnt sound interesting  or comedic? This is a drama and filled with angst and is extra sad. DO IT NOW GUYS PLEASE IM BEGGING AT THIS POINT 

Eleceed

This is prolly the most popular here so ill keep it brief. 

Jiwoo seo is special. He has the power of super speed. Due to this abnormality hes kept it a secret his whole life. One day he picks up an injured cat which turns out to be the extremely famous and dangerous awakener kayden break who turned into a cat to protect himself and doesnt have enough power to turn back. Kayden tells jiwoo about awakeners which is people with powers like jiwoo and agrees to train him.

This is a really fun series. I love the found family and kayden and jiwoo’s father son dynamic. The battles are really dynamic and interesting. The world building is interesting too. (also kayden is hot lmao) its on webtoon but the unofficial translations are ahead by like 40 chapters so 

Papa wolf and the puppy(king of wolves)

Okay so this is lowkey the funniest shit ever and allow me to explain why: this started with a wolf and a puppy hanging out in the forest and then RANDOMLY the author did a human au and a few chapters later started a newass story where they’re human and its an ex gang boss raising a little kid he found in the fucking woods he was hiding out in. 

Its really cute. Im always a big fan of adults adopting little guys and raising them to be better than them(kayden and jiwoo). I like all the characters and i love that the kid is named potato. Very very cute 

(oops i messed up this is chinese im sorry) 

Dam of the Forest

Read this if you want to be fucking sad 

Dam had a strange power to make things grow. Plants and even people grow when he touches them. As he gets older he stays the same size and no longer ages. His powers get stronger and eventually he secludes himself in a forest for a very long time. He them comes across a group of travelers who tell him that the world has turned into a wasteland other than this forest due to pollution. 

Like i said its really really sad. Its not that long so far so im excited to see how it develops. Idk what else to say other than if u wanna read something sad go for it.

Phantom School

This is a bit of a shot in the dark but still. 

Ingan kim was given a job as a teacher just as he wanted. However the school he goes to teach for is a school for phantoms and if they find out hes a human they’l kill him. Having to keep this a secret and keep his nerves under wraps turns to be quite difficult for him along with educating the young undead. 

Imma be honest this premise is an A+ for me. Obsessed. But otherwise the storytelling is very interesting to me but its also rather short so far but im very invested. (my only complaint is one of the translations i was reading did my least favorite thing manwha translations do where they change the korean names to english ones halfway through) 

Man Drowning in a veil

I literally love this shit so much that i almost forgot about cuz i havent finished it lmao 

(bear in mind the translation i read actually used japanese names so sorry if u use those rn) 

Aimu is an extremely tall, big man but despite his towering stature he loves all things pink and cute. A true king if you will. However one day an extremely rude classmate tells him that everyone finds him weird and gross for his interests which makes him shut them down completely only dressing in black and such. Untill one day he meets kohaku who is the owner of a stuffed animal shop that quickly befriends him seeing his underlying interest in her wares and wants him to embrace his interests more. 

Kohaku is the girlboss to aimus malewife. Im sorry. In all seriousness this tackles the ideas of self expression and the breaking of gender roles. The characters are funny as hell and i like all of them a normal amount. 

EXTRA: just for fun 

This isnt a manwha its japanese but idk when else to talk about it so what are you gonna do about it its my post 

Ake no tobari 

Ive been reading this recently and i really like it. Its implanted itself so badly in my brain that when my friend and i went to see doctor strange (neither of us knew anything about btw please dont ask) this is what i was thinking about 

Tobari is a demon that love humans and wants all humans and demons to live peacefully and be friends. To do this go goes to shinonome village where his old friend sayuri lived to start his bloodless conquest of the demon world. There he meets reimei a barrier artist and the towns exorcist who keeps the demons in line and they quickly become friends. 

The fights are really good and i like the characters. The world building is easy to understand and they characters have fun dynamics with eachother. I binge read like 170 chapters which out getting bored which is a feat. overall full marks no complaints. 

[mackenzielovee]

Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

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my writing

our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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