#but anyway this was exactly what i needed i feel soooooo awake now like i just did three rounds of adderall and met god

[waitingforminjae]

world heritage video

[augustsipped]

Good evening to you now, my darling 💖💖💖 sorry I couldn’t stay awake last night. I was Out Of It by 9 😅😅 how was your day? And yeah, it’s… he’s disabled and learning, so I don’t wanna hurt his feelings bc I know I wouldn’t want anyone doing that to me but good lord. The org didn’t even talk to me and mentor about the progress. I think they very much feel like this is their book, not mine. But then, what’s the point of getting me involved anyway? And yeah. I’m pissed at her. Pun not intended. When you’re sick, you go to the fucking doctor 🤦🏻‍♀️

Idk. Apparently, PS5 players have been suffering with these bugs and are still trying to figure it out. I might just start over from Last Light Inn onwards.

Oh yeah. He did that. And made a teenager birth him. Soooooo. And ikr.

Well. Save for the super chiselled bodies they gave the men lol that part needs more realism.

He very much thinks he’s above them. Even if Gale does become a god.

Asgfsaghd that’s hilarious though 😂 maybe they’ll add a hard state soon.

Well. You didn’t exactly have a choice

[kaioken16]

Candy Time (Mallek Week Day 6)

Day 6: Trickster!Mallek for @mallekweek. I had fun writing this short piece. A little late because of work all day, and last night I was drunk for my 25th XD. Anyway, the plot of this fic is MSPA reader encountering a recently turned Trickster Mallek who is eager to turn his friend to his new way of thinking with Zack on his way to help them...

Some notes, one of my headcanons for the MSPA is that their non-binary and uses they/them, so I’ll be referring to them as such.

I’ve also attached a google doc link since I’ve added colour to Trickster!Mallek’s lines.

Word count: 1384 Rating: Everyone Characters: Mallek Adalov, MSPA reader, OC

The player was lying face down on the ground. Slowly moving around, regaining their consciousness. The area they were in something out of a sugar-filled dream. The ground was rainbow colours, the sky was purple and pink clouds. Objects that looked like skittles were floating around the air. Actually, there was candy of all kinds scattered around the floor, hovering the air. But just ahead of the player, just out of their reach was a radio, and like them, it was out of place with this candy land. Just then it went off, a buzzing noise which made the small being, groan out. Finally, he was awake, lifting his head up slowly. Their vision blurry at first, rubbing their head in slight pain.

Where the hell are they? and why was all bright and colourful… A pair of shades and some painkillers would be REAL helpful right about now. Staggering to their feet, and getting a better view of their unknown surroundings. They weren’t on Earth anymore. Or Alternia for that matter. Was this a place like Prospit and Derse, with the abstract colours and shit. The sound of feedback coming from the radio walkie-talkie which caught their attention. They remember now, they got this from Zack. Picking it up and then pressed the button on the side, and spoke softly into it.

Hello?

They answered the voice on the other end of the device. Greeting them.

Oh good, you’re still alive, and you sound normal too.

This was Zack’s voice, and what did he mean he still sounded normal? What’s was going on, where are they exactly?

Alright listen to me, I don’t have too much time so please listen carefully.

You and Mallek stumbled onto a certain object, it looks like a lollypop with a red and green swirl.

Wait, Mallek was somewhere here?! Where is he? Why wasn’t he here with him?

Listen to me, until I find a way to retrieve you guys, don’t touch anything!

Don’t eat any of the candy whatsoever!

And if you find Mallek, stay away from him until the trickster mode wears off.

Trickster mode? What was he talking about… Why did he have to keep away from Mallek.

Just one hour, you have to keep hidden for an hour, stay low. You’re good at that.

D-Don’t let Mallek find you, or touch you okay.

Wait, what’s actually going on right now?! Zack wasn’t being clear to him, and they had more questions, then suddenly static was coming through the device.

Shit! I’m getting interference… S-S-Stay…!>!> Af-Afterr///-

Before Zack could finish the radio cut out. The player began smacking his hand against the side of the device. Looking around again for any sign of his friend, nothing but candy and flashing colours. Quietly sighing, putting the radio away in their hoodie pocket. They began walking, deciding to venture around this place while taking Zack’s warning to keep hidden and to stay keep hidden from Mallek while looking for him. How did they and Mallek even get here? The last thing they remembered was the three of them on Zack’s ship. While the human was working on something, Mallek and they were going through the stuff Zack had stored on the ship from his travels across the multiverse.

The duo found a box, it was a small pink treasure chest with several warning labels attached it. So, of course, they and Mallek opened without consequences, there was some kind of explosion, or something big. A blinding white light and then colourful lights, and a sweet smell, then they woke here in this place. Really, they shouldn’t go around possibly dangerous objects that could kill them and their friends. They hoped Mallek is okay wherever he, and that he’s safe. Continuing on for another mile, everything looked the same. Sighing the player sat down on the surprisingly soft ground, they didn’t have a watch so they couldn’t check how long it had been, but it hadn’t long enough to be an hour yet.

Perking their head up, they could’ve sworn they heard something, like a rustling. Crap there weren’t any wild animals here… What kind of creature could survive in this sugar-filled wonderland? They didn’t wanna find out. There it was again, clear now, something was moving through the nearby bushes, then they heard another sound. Something that sent a chill down their spine. Giggling, strange giggling… There was more movement in the bushes and giggling. Foolish they slowly got to their feet, and like a bigger idiot called out the source of the noise, asking whose out there.

At that moment something yellow poked out of the bush, but it was weird… Why did it look familiar, it was like a horn or tooth, but it had some orange rings attached to it. Wait…

“FOUND YA!!!;;;”Mallek popped out the bush, his loud voice and jumping out suddenly made the player fall back in shock. A look of confusion, it was Mallek but he looked different. Really different.

His skin was grey but with a blue hue in it. His hair and clothes were bright blue, all his piercings were orange now, he had swirling marks on his cheeks, and some kind of bottle attached to the side of his head. His eyes were flashing colours, a wide grin on his face as he hopped out of the bush, landing in front of them.

“LIL’ buddy! I've been LOOKING FOR YA!;;;” Mallek’s voice was erratic and wild, as he scooped the player up, holding him under his arms.

“I’M SOOOOOO GLAD I FOUND YOU!!!!!!!;;;” He then started spinning while holding the other, they were trying to ask Mallek was happened to him, and what he was doing.

“FRIEND, NO NEED TO WORRY! THIS IS GOING TO BE A PLEASURABLE EXPERIENCE!!;;;” He leaned in close, sticking his tongue out and winking at the player, What kind of acid trip was this?! Remembering what Zack told him, he couldn’t have direct contact with Mallek.

The player, squirming around in his hoodie, dropping out of it made a run for it, Mallek blinking at the spare hoodie he gave to the other like a cartoon character looked at the now-empty hoodie and his friend running away. He began hovering in the air and flew after the other, looking back to see the colourful horror that Mallek now was coming after him, grinning as wide as he could. Mallek pulled a tall lollipop out of thin air, spinning it around like a weapon. It was red and green and swirling. Shit, why couldn’t Zack have told them more about this, was it some kind of disease, well whatever it was he could let Mallek touch his bare skin or eat any of the candy… But now without their hoodie, they were more exposed.

“COME OOOOONNNNNN!!! DON’T BE SCAREDDDD!!!! JUST ONE LICK OF THIS AND YOU’LL FEEL HAPPY ALL THE TIME!” Mallek yelling out, spinning around in the air.

“OR I LICK YOU, EITHER WAY, SOMETHING GONNA GET LICKED!” The trickster troll added, laughing at his own words.

A distance away, Zack had arrived onto the planet that had been partially transformed by Mallek’s trickster form powers. It was easy to spot on this red planet, with a rainbow spot slowly expanding. He saw Mallek chasing over the player, and a sigh of annoyance left his mouth. Under his arm was the same pink chest that the idiots had opened up, it contained a candy juju that caused a trickster transformation upon anyone who licked it. After they opened it the explosion sent them to this random planet, and Mallek must’ve found the juju and its powerful aura compelled him to lick it resulting in this chaos.

The box was a powerful containment field to keep it sealed forever. All Zack had to do was get a few feet close to Mallek and open the box again and it would suck the cursed juju back inside and revert Mallek back to normal. Easy and simple, but seeing the other being chased all over by the troll made him smirk. He was gonna help them, but not just yet. This could be a learning experience for both of them to leave things alone and not to touch objects that read: DON’T TOUCH!

[iamonlypartlymajestic]

What's the Opposite of a Gazelle? (Middleditch & Schwartz “Dream Job”fanfic)

*Co-written with @awildtrashcan*

AO3 LINK      CHAPTER 1

Chapter 2 - Is It Called An Ellezag? 

“Aaah!” Kyle backs up from the urinal and almost slips backwards on the grossly slippery restroom tiles. He manages to hold onto its porcelain sides, but it doesn’t very well keep the other men next to him from staring at him strangely.

Where the fuck is he? He was literally just talking to Mr. Times. How did he get here?

“Ow, ow, ow.” He presses the top of his hand against his forehead. Now is not the time for a migraine. He manages to shake it off, but now he’s stuck in a random restroom.

Someone clears their throat. “Hey...dude, y’alright?”

Kyle turns to his left to see a burly bald-headed man, still peeing by the sound of it.

“Yeah...I’m fine, just fine. I’ll just...uh…” Kyle steps away from the urinal and begins to head to the sink, still disoriented.

Another man a few urinals to his right who was giving him a concerned glance turns his head slightly to the side. "Uh…hey, buddy, aren't you forgetting something?"

“What?” Kyle looks at the man uncomprehendingly and then at himself. “Oh! Oh, yeah. Right, thanks.” He puts away his dick and pulls up his pants.

He rushes to the sink to wash his hands, but then catches his reflection in the mirror.

"Oh no."

Instead of his best friend, he's met with the image of himself.

He just stares at his reflection as he washes his hands. He wasn’t able to really look at himself when he was talking to Sawson earlier. Too focused on being an accomplice to burglary.

He dries his hands and touches his scruffy face. Before the switch, it usually took him a long time to grow facial hair, so he never really tried. He preferred a smooth face anyway, a habit he continued on Sawson’s face, so he isn’t used to the rough itchy texture of a barely-there beard.

Whatever. He’s getting off-topic. There are more important things to worry about, like how he was just unceremoniously transported to a men's restroom. In the middle of taking a piss.

He leaves the restroom and discovers he’s in the Italian restaurant. Of course. He searches for Sawson’s seat, dodging wayward servers and trying not to knock his elbows with the diners’ heads.

He finally locates his tote bag and sits down, overwhelmed by the sudden ordeal of being magically switched back to his original body.

His butt suddenly vibrates and the chorus of Daft Punk’s Get Lucky softly plays.

Kyle pulls out what was Sawson’s phone, mentally thanks the other man for not inputting password protection, and looks at the caller ID.

Shit. It’s Timothy III.

He flails around in panic for a bit. The ringtone continues to play, garnering glares from the nearby tables. Finally, he groans and quickly swipes the phone.

“Congratulations on completing the mission, Kyle.” Timothy III says in a muffled voice. “Unfortunately, you don’t have time to celebrate with tasty meatballs just yet.”

“How do you know I’m going to eat meatballs?”

Timothy III laughs ominously. “I’m always watching, my dear Kyle.”

Kyle looks around the restaurant and then out the open window he is seated next to. He finds Timothy III’s white Ford Fiesta parked along the sidewalk directly across the street from the restaurant, and the aforementioned man is staring at him behind the driver’s window with his hand over his mouth.

Kyle meekly waves, because how else do you react to your boss blatantly stalking you? He hangs up the call and quickly picks up his tote bag and Sawson’s things.

Shit, the flash drive! He pats his other pockets, and sighs in relief at feeling the small but powerful piece of plastic and metal.

He practically runs out of the restaurant and barely avoids getting run over as he makes it to the Ford Fiesta. Kyle gives Timothy III a quick greeting and stuffs himself onto the passenger’s seat.

Timothy III presses the ignition of the car and Kyle buckles his seat. Kyle opens his mouth to remind Timothy III to put on his seatbelt too, but then closes it, remembering their last car ride together.

“Do you have the footage?” Timothy III turns his head towards Kyle, pointedly not paying attention to the road—

“Hey!” Kyle hurriedly takes out the flash drive from his pocket and uses his other hand to push Timothy’s face forward again. “Yeah, yeah! It’s right here.”

His not-so-former-anymore-boss gives him a sidelong glance and smirks, “Perfect...hahahhaHAAHAHAHAHA!”

Kyle looks on, terrified at the other man hunched over the steering wheel—still looking at the road, thankfully—giggling to himself.

"At last," Timothy III savors the moment, clenching a fist in triumph, "I have the key to Times's downfall. Soon, I will have him on his knees, and he will recognize who is greater."

Kyle leans away as the other man's grin grows manic. "Soooooo...what exactly is this 'key' that will lead to Mr. Times's doom?"

Timothy III's grin remains unchanged as he turns to Kyle. "I don't know."

"Why do I even bother," the photographer balks and throws the hand not holding the "key of doom" into the air.

Timothy III doesn't acknowledge his comment and instead pulls into the parking lot of the Weekend Happy headquarters. "We've arrived. Come along now, Kyle." He steps out of the car, motioning for Kyle to follow. "You'll want to see this."

He internally admits that he is pretty curious, and realizing he has nothing better to do while having no clue where his friend and previous body are, Kyle follows.

After wandering through the building's halls, the two men arrive at the head office. Kyle had been directly sent abroad after his first interview with Timothy III and had never actually been inside the sketch show building.

It looks exactly like what he thinks a Bond villain’s lair would look like if said Bond villain was a hipster, which does not surprise Kyle in the slightest.

Timothy jumps onto his gamer-like office chair, letting it glide him to his massive desk. Well, the desk itself is rather normal-sized, it's just surrounded on all sides by multiple monitors with the one in the middle the size of a flat screen TV.

Timothy claps his hands. “DOOBS, turn on.”

Kyle does a double take. “I’m sorry...what?” His face scrunches up as he tries not to laugh.

“Data and Object-Oriented Building System. Aka ‘DOOBS’, obviously.” Timothy doesn’t even bother to look at Kyle, too busy working on his AI.

Oh...this. Is. Amazing!

The AI that had the fucking audacity to try to force him to act like he got fucked by a gazelle (and then judge him for not doing so) has a dumbass name like that? Priceless.

Kyle can’t help himself from letting out a scoff.

“What was that?” Tim turns towards him as the AI—DOOBS! HA!—gives him a system update.

Kyle covers his mouth with his fist as if he let out a cough rather than a laugh. “Nothing! Nothing whatsoever.” Shit, he really can’t stop laughing.

Tim gives him a strange look, but quickly moves on. “Hand me your phone, Kyle, I’m doing some updates and I may as well do some tests in between programming.” He developed a specific app for the company too? Wow, for someone focused on comedy and entertainment, Tim’s real computer savvy. It’s a wonder why he never put any attention into the tech industry.

Kyle hands Timothy III his phone and stays behind the other man’s chair, rocking back and forth on his heels. After half a minute of silence, he realizes he has no real reason to stick around watching his boss working on something he has absolutely no understanding of. “Actually, I just need to go to the restroom real quick.”

Timothy narrows his eyes. “Hmph. I won’t wait for you.” He starts giggling, “I must find out Mr. Times’s dirty little secrets…”

Weirded out, Kyle doesn’t hesitate to leave the office.

With his on-the-spot excuse working successfully, he takes the time to look around the Weekend Happy building, wondering what the empty offices must look like when filled with people. Although the overall layout of the building is similar to the New York Times, the decorations are more colorful and goofy than the black and white photos hanging off the latter’s walls, which makes sense given it is a comedy sketch show rather than a media company that tries to maintain a reputation of being "serious".

Kyle continues to absentmindedly walk around. Until he hears a skittering sound.

He freezes and whips his head towards the source, seeing nothing.

He continues onwards.

He hears it again, a bit louder.

Nope. Nope! Nope! This building is hella haunted.

He speedwalks, practically sprinting along the carpeted floors to get away. He looks behind himself the entire time, so naturally, he runs into a wall.

He falls on his back and groans in pain. The skittering is right against his ear.

Oh god, why?!

He closes his eyes. If he can’t see his death, Death can’t see him.

He feels light pin pricks over his cheek. He keeps his eyes stubbornly closed and the pin pricks pause before turning into full on cheek-indenting pokes.

“Stop it! Okay, I’m awake!" Kyle sits up and looks down at his attacker.

It’s a camera. A Canon EOS 5D, to be exact.

A Canon EOS 5D... with fucking mechanical spider legs.

“What the fuck?!” Kyle scoots back from the little monstrosity and tries to kick it away.

The walking camera leaps over his legs and just stares at Kyle with its large lens.

Kyle waits for the thing to do something else: run away or attack him.

It does neither. Instead, the lens seems to twinkle under the fluorescent lights.

Kyle raises his hand and brings it closer to the camera as if it is a stray dog. “Hey, there...creepy camera thingy...It’s...alright. I won’t hurt you...well, unless you start clawing my eyes out with your spindly legs.” He whispers the last part under his breath as to not give it any ideas.

The spider-camera looks at Kyle for a few seconds more, then skitters to the adjacent hallway. It stops after a few feet to stare back at Kyle yet again.

Kyle tilts his head in confusion. “Do you want me to follow you?”

The camera squats up and down as if it were nodding.

Kyle considers his options. Don't follow the possibly murderous camera or be led astray with the curiosity of what’s in store.

Ehhhh…. fuck it. It is kind of adorable.

Kyle follows the little camera through a maze of hallways, the little thing stopping every couple of feet to wait for him to catch up.

“Hey! Where are we going anyway?” Kyle asks again despite knowing he can’t get an answer back.

They stop in front of a rusty restroom door with a paper sign labeled “Out of Order” taped on it.

“Oh...woooow…” Kyle turns toward the camera which has perched itself on the door’s surface. “Um...uh, thank you. But I really don’t need to go to the restroom anymore.” Especially not one that looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in ages.

The spider-camera ignores Kyle and picks the lock with the skinny, pointed ends of its legs.

Kyle motions for the robot to stop, “I said I don’t need—whoa!”

The door swings open into a wide expanse of a room. It’s white-washed under rows of artificial lights and filled with several machines of some kind. Its clinically clean interior is a definite contrast from its infested-looking exterior.

In the middle is a man strapped to a table. The camera immediately runs to the metal slab.

Kyle walks further inside what is most likely an evil experimentation lab (he was not expecting this to be inside the building of a famous comedy sketch show) and looks at the, hopefully not yet dead, man.

“Holy shit," he breathes out.

It’s the asshole from Queens. The TSA agent he and Sawson met in the JFK airport restroom. The one who did the ancient body-switching ritual.

The man’s eyes abruptly open.

“What the fuck?!” Kyle screams.

“Oh, fuck!” The man on the table also screams.

They just stare at each other screaming until the spider-camera scratches its mechanical legs along the metal table. The screeching it makes causes the two men to wince and stop.

The TSA agent tilts his head up towards Kyle and narrows his eyes in disbelief. “Wait a minute...I know you.”

“Yeah! It’s me, Kyle!” Kyle attempts to unlatch the metal contraption of a helmet off of the man’s head. “One of the guys you body-switched in the JFK airport restroom a couple of years ago.”

“The one who tried to fuck his friend?”

Kyle gives a slightly annoyed look at the unwanted reminder. The straps of the helmet won’t come off, so he continues onwards to the straps tied around the man’s arms and legs, but they are just as impossible to untie. “Yeah, that was me. Anyway! That doesn’t matter. How the hell did you get in this mess?”

“I-I don’t know! I was looking for a new job because I was starting to get burnt out at working as a TSA agent. Ever since the Star Wars drink incident—”

“Oh yeah, that was on the news.” Kyle interrupts, still unsuccessfully pulling at the restraints. Ugh, they probably need to be cut or something, he despairs.

“And when I got an email for a new security position to work at Weekend Happy, I was ecstatic! I love that show.”

“So, Timothy the Third lured you in here...but why?”

“No! Not Timothy the Third. It was his AI, DOOBS! That monster wanted to steal my magic.”

“Wait, DOOBS?! Magic?! What does that have—what?!” Having given up on the straps, Kyle just paces in front of the table and pulls at his hair in shocked disbelief.

“Somehow, DOOBS found out I had magic. I was called in for an interview and next thing I know I was strapped to this table and this helmet has been sucking out all of my mana.” The Queens guy’s eyes start to tear up having to recount his trauma. The spider-camera rubs its plastic body against the man’s face as if to comfort the poor man.

Wow, so there is a benefit to having an interview with an automated system. You won’t risk the chance of getting kidnapped if you stay inside your home.

Kyle shakes his head to refocus on the former TSA agent. “Hold on...what does DOOBS want to do with your magic?”

“DOOBS has been slowly absorbing my mana and transferring it to various pieces of production equipment.” Kyle looks over in realization at the sentient camera still comforting the strapped man. “It wants to take over Timothy the Third’s body and become human.”

“Oh, shit! Timothy the Third, I left him alone with the crazy AI!” Kyle glances at the open door before turning back to the other man.

“It might be starting the magic ritual. I’ve been trying to hide how the ritual works from it, but I was just so weak...It just took the last drop right before you arrived.” He starts sobbing and the spider-camera's lens fog up as it buries itself closer. “I’m so, so sorry...I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

Kyle places his hand on the other man’s shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself. I’m going to run back and see if I can stop it, and then I’m coming back for you.” Kyle then directs his attention to the robot camera. “Take care of him.”

Kyle runs out of the room and through the labyrinth of hallways, hoping he’s going the right way. He thanks any higher power that exists when he miraculously gets to Timothy III’s office and practically kicks the office door down.

"—isual skills challenge check. Embody the form of a gazelle and turn away from me."

No.

"Please ignore any outside interference and hold the form for 10 seconds."

No no no—

"Big Apple. Empire State Building."

No no nonono— "Tim, stop!"

The massive computer screen turns black and Timothy III seizes forward, collapsing on the ground.

"Tim!" Kyle's rushes to Timothy III, grabbing his shoulders to keep him steady. "Tim, buddy, are you alright? Come on, it's me, Kyle!"

"The third," the man wheezes out and weakly holds up three fingers, his other hand pressed harshly against his head.

Kyle releases the breath he didn't realize he was holding and rolls his eyes. "Good to see you're still you." Looks like the AI still doesn't have a grasp on New York magic. "Now, I know you might feel weird, but let's just take this slow—"

The hand correcting Kyle latches around his arm in a tight grip. "Oh, no, I feel just fine," the man smiles up at him, all teeth and cold eyes. "In fact, I feel great." And Kyle realizes maybe the magic was more potent than he thought.

"Uh oh," he says, trying to tug his arm from Timothy III's grasp, but his hold is like steel. Tim—DOOBS ignores his struggles and continues smiling.

"Hello, Kyle."

[archangelgabriellives]

The Night Ended in his Bed

Hey, guess who feels like a complete and utter ASS that I missed the deadline for @nobodys-baby-now birthday bash?

Hint, hint; ITS ME!!

I’m soooooo sorry that this is late! How can a fic that appears so perfectly in my head be so problematic to write?

Anyway, this was written for @nobodys-baby-now because its her birthday! I’m so glad that I get to know such a wonderful person like you. Remember that you are so talented and that we all love you! <3 <3  Based off the song Sarah Smiles by Panic! at the Disco.

words: about 1500

Set during Tall Tales

Female reader!

~~

“I'm sorry, you want me to do what?”

“Please, Y/N,” Sam asked, pulling out his biggest puppy eyes. “We need a distraction so we can search the janitor’s house and his office.”

“So you want  me to go flirt with a guy who may be a Trickster,” you said as you paced the tiny hotel room.

“We don't know that yet,” Sam said, trying his best to convince you.

“Look, just follow the guy,” Dean said as he lounged on the bed. “If he goes to a bar or something, buy him a drink. Have a Purple Nurple or three. Hey, you might even get laid.”

His crude remark had you throwing a world class bitch face at the hunter.

“If he goes home,”Dean continued, oblivious to your stare, “then call us and we'll stick to the office for now.”

“That feels like a massive oversimplification, Dean,” you said.

Dean simply shrugged, eyeing you with a knowing smirk.

“Just because you make that stupid, all knowing face doesn't mean I'll say yes, Dean.”

“Of course not,” Dean snarked back at you.

There was a tense moment of wills, neither you or Dean willing to back off. Finally, Sam stepped in between the two of you, blocking his brother from your view.

“Please, Y/N?” Sam asked again. Your body deflated. You knew you couldn't say no to Sam.

“Fine,” you sighed in defeat, a hand over your eyes, “I'll do it.”

“Awesome!” Den pumped a fist in victory.

All you could do was roll your eyes and sigh.

I was fine, just a guy living on my own, Waiting for the sky to fall. Then you called and changed it all, doll. Velvet lips and the eyes to pull me in. We both know you'd already win. Mm, your original sin.

Gabriel had finished his shift for the day without running into the Winchesters again. He knew exactly who they were when they rolled up with that electrician routine. Hunters were always a risk with his Trickster persona, but they could never kill him with a sharpened stick with a little blood on it.

All this meant is that it was close. The day when it all ended and Lucifer and Michael finally had their prize fight for the planet.

Frankly, Gabriel couldn't wait. He just wanted it to be over. Maybe then the fighting would finally stop.

As he locked up for the day and headed out to make his way back home, he could tell he was being watched. He felt around a little with his pagan magic and felt a hunter that wasn't one of those Winchesters. He hadn't met this one yet.

A smirk fell across his face, Gabriel knew a tail when he saw one.

Ok, he thought, we can have some fun now.

He walked past her hiding place confidently, whistling a tune as he totally ignored her. He strolled calmly along the streets, able to keep an eye on his stalker as she bounced around from one hiding place to another.

Gabriel kept walking, heading to one of the main bars that the students at Crawford Hall frequented. It was crowded already, and he walked straight up to the bar and ordered two shots.

He knew when she came in. Hell, with how she slammed the door open, he didn't even have to use his powers to know she was here. He kept his eyes forward, waited for her to make the first move.

It was a few minutes later that the seat next to Gabriel was occupied. The Trickster was only a little surprised.

“Buy you a drink?” Gabriel asked, throwing all his charm into those waggling eyebrows and his easy smirk.

“I can buy my own drinks, thanks.”

“Hey, I like a woman who can take care of herself,” Gabriel said as he threw back one of the shots. He sucked in a breath at the burn of liquor and slammed the shot glass down with a groan. “What’s your name, sugar?”

She looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out if it was safe to tell him the truth or not, Gabriel figured. After a pause, she spoke up. “Y/N,” she said.

“Well, Y/N, would you like to buy your own drink and talk with me for a while?” Gabriel’s eyes sparkled a little in the light, and a smile danced across his face.

Y/N’s face softened, her own smile growing on her lips, and Gabriel found his stomach flipping at the beauty he found there. “Why the hell not,” she said, calling the bartender over.

They closed down the bar, Y/N forgetting about Sam, Dean and the hunt for a while.

Waking up to a kiss and you're on your way. I'd really hoped that you would stay, But you left and went your own way, babe. I don't mind, take your time, I got things to do Besides sit-around-and-wait-for-you. Oh and I hope you do too.

When your eyes opened, the sunlight was drifting into the room. You were comfortable, wrapped up in a blanket so soft you never wanted to leave it again. So you snuggled down deeper, pulling the blanket even tighter around you.

An arm slowly snaked its way around your waist, and a grumbling from your back caused you to snap awake.

“Nnnno, too early. Sleep now.”

SHIT!!

All your memories from the night before flooded you. Following the janitor, telling him your real name (They call me Gabriel, he said after his second shot), drinking and leaving the bar, going back to his place!

Oh my god, you thought, Sam and Dean are gonna kill me.

Slowly, carefully, you tried to slink out from Gabriel's grip without waking him. You needed to get out of here, right now. You had almost made it out of the bed without waking Gabriel up, when a hand gently grabbed onto your arm.

“Wh’re ya goin’, bby?”

The voice, still slurred from sleep, caused your whole body to tense up. You wracked your brain for an excuse, anything to get you out of his home faster.

“Umm, I...” your voice was shaky, and as you turned back to him your breath caught in your throat.

The morning light fell on the bed, and it made the air around Gabriel glow. His sleep mussed hair looked far too adorable to be legal In the bright dawn light you could see those two beautiful eyes looking at you, the golden color burning with...something. Hope, apprehension maybe.

Oh no, he’s cute.

The tension drained from your body, and you couldn’t help the easy smile that crossed your face.

“I have to get to work.” Well, it wasn't really a lie. “Got people waiting for me.”

Gabriel blinked slowly, and mumbled something that must have been an agreement.

You breathed out a soft laugh, and before you could stop yourself, your hands were in his soft hair, pushing the wild mane back from his face. You dipped low, pushing the blankets back a little to get to him, and Gabriel lifted his head to meet you for a gentle kiss.

For a moment, you didn't know why you did that. But the ease of it, the way it made your stomach flutter and your heart race, you really liked it. Your fingers found their way to his hair again, and you felt like you didn't want to leave.

“Should stay,” Gabriel murmured, seemingly reading your thoughts. But you couldn't stay. Sam and Dean had to finish the job. Something was killing people at this college.

“Wish I could.” The sincerity of your statement surprised you. “But,” you paused for a beat, “I’ll see you around.”

At that, Gabriel’s eyes opened. He looked at you, any sleepiness seemed to dissolve away, and you squirmed at his gaze from under the blanket.

“Yeah, ok,” he eventually spoke. “See ya ‘round.”

You frowned at the tone. It felt like his gaze could see right through you, and you briefly wondered if he really could. But the thought passed as he gave you another tender grin and snuggled back into his blankets. With one more squeeze to his arm, you got up, gathered your things, and left to find Sam and Dean.

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When the door shut behind her, Gabriel sat up in his bed. He watched the door, knowing full well that she wasn't coming back. A noisy sigh left him. With a snap of his fingers, his little dog came running and jumped up on the bed, excited for the attention. Gabriel scratched behind his floppy ears and gave a half hearted smile at the dog kisses.

“Oh, buddy,” he lamented as he thought of Y/N and the two Winchesters coming to ‘kill’ him, “this one's gonna hurt.”

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[earthschampion]

So, I finally fixed one of my old stories!

And can I just say... I feel so relieved!  I feel like it’s been hanging over my head for years!  The one I fixed was from five years ago, and honestly that feels so unreal, to me.

But, anyway, if you’re interested in reading it, it’s right here!  Would love to hear what you guys think!  The original honestly wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, in terms of fluff and mushiness (Because I truly was the hopeless romantic when I started this blog), but I did have to tweak things a bit on here.  Anyway, I hope you like it!

It takes place back during the days of Young Justice, in the year 1998.  One of the worst thunderstorms to hit the Northeast had awoken a sleeping Wonder Girl from a horrific nightmare.  Her crush, Superboy, does what he can to calm his friend down during the storm.

Rolling Thunder

It was one of the worst thunderstorms Cassie had ever experienced.  Lightning flashed as thunder roared across the sky, the wind howling in the trees, blowing down branches onto the streets below.  One specific branch smacked itself across her window for hours, keeping her from falling asleep.  She tossed and turned, tried using her headphones, then attempted to sleep with the pillow over her head. Nothing seemed to mute the outside world, until as if by wishing hard enough, the branch finally snapped and hit the ground.  Now the smacking on her window was gone, but there was still the booming thunder and strong winds.

Somehow, Cassie was able to fall asleep.  She was grateful, and felt at peace, even though it seemed her subconscious had other plans for this night.  Her body stirred, her mind using the sounds of the storm to affect her dream.  As the lightning cracked like a whip, Cassie shot right up. “No!” she screamed, her eyes darting around the room as her chest raised with each breath.  As she finally focused on her surroundings, she realized she was back in her bedroom.  She saw her bunny slippers on the ground, her teddy bear on the bed, and the poster of Superboy on her door.  She was home, and she was safe.

“Okay…” She wiped the sweat from her brow as she reached for the phone.  “That was waaaay too realistic to only be a nightmare.  Maybe someone at the HQ is awake, I just need to calm down.  I hope this storm didn’t knock any power lines by me…” Cassie focused on calming her breathing as she typed the phone number to the Headquarters of her superhero team, Young Justice.

As if the storm wasn’t loud enough to echo throughout the cave, there was now the repeated ringing of the phone, blaring throughout the remnants of the old HQ to the Justice League of America.  It rang only a few more times before Kon-El drowsily answered.  “H-Hello?”  Kon did his best to hold back his yawn, but exhaustion got the best of him.

“Ohmigosh…” Cassie dropped the phone as her chest started to pound again.  It’s him, it’s him! It’shimit’shimit’shim! Her excitement had mixed with the anxiety the nightmare had given her, causing her heart to go a mile a second. “K-Kon?  Kon, is that you?” She asked, bringing the phone back up to her ear.

“Cass? It’s…” Kon turned to the giant computer and looked at the time upon the screen, his eyes now widened upon the realization.  “Cass, it’s three in the morning! What gives?! What are you doin’ up so early?! Calling here, no less, where the phone rings like a dang church bell…”

Lowering the phone from her face again, she spoke softly.  “It is him!” Her face now fully blushing, she couldn’t contain her smile. “He’s worried about me, he’s actu--oh no.  He hates me, I woke him up.  Nice one, Cassie, you ruined your chance to ever--” Cassie cut herself off, realizing that Kon was still on the other end of the line.  Fumbling to bring the phone back to her ear, her voice trembled.  “Oh, hi, Kon.  It’s just… Just, uuhhh… Oh, this is going to be so lame.”  Her hand covered her face as she shook her head.

“Are you alright, Wondy?  You’re sounding like you had one too many Twinkies before bed.”

“Yes!  Well, no.  I mean, I’m not hurt.  But at the same time, I’m not really well.  To be honest, I’m not sure why I even called… Ehehehe.”  Cassie’s nervous laugh escaped her as she scratched the back of her head, lightly smacking the phone against her head. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

“Uh-huh.  Well, you try and figure that out while I go back to bed, ‘kay? G’night Wo--”

“No, wait!”  She yelled as Kon was about to rest the phone back onto the receiver.  “Ar-Are you still there?”  Her voice trembling again.  “Please still be there…”

Kon sighed as he placed the phone back to his ear, his back now resting against the wall.  “Yeah, I’m still here.  What’s up, Wondy?  You sound like you’ve seen a ghost.  And no, I’m not talkin’ ‘bout Secret.”

She closed her eyes and took a breath, calming herself.  “I… I kinda had a nightmare.  Gods, you probably think I’m as immature as Bart, now.”  Cassie’s face now a deep red as her head hung low.

“What?  No, not at all, Wondy! Don’t be ridiculous.  To be honest, I kinda had one, too…” He scratched the back of his head as he let out a small nervous laugh.  “I guess mine wasn’t enough to wake me up, though.”

“Maybe it’s destiny…” She spoke softly before putting some hair behind her ear and placing the phone against it, again.  “Wow, really?  I didn’t think you’d get nightmares.  I mean, you being all tough and protective, and handso--hands on! So hands on!”  She chimed a bit louder, hoping he didn’t hear what she was about to say.  “Nice going, Cassie, tell ‘em how ya really feel, why don’t ya?” Once again mumbling to herself, Cassie brought the phone back up to her face.  “But, I am sorry to hear that, Kon.  Do you… Do you wanna talk about it?”

Kon pondered it for a moment, muffling another yawn.  “Yeah, sure, Cassie.  I’ll be there in a few minutes, ‘kay?”  He hung up the phone, flew to his section of the cave, and put on his costume.  After running his fingers through his hair, he took off into the stormy sky.

“Be careful, the storm is really ba-- bad, here…”  She heard the click of the phone before she could finish her sentence, meaning Kon had already hung up the phone.  “Oh, Zeus, please watch over him.  Pretty please?”  She hung up the phone, then swung her legs over the edge of her bed.  Going over her phone call with Kon, the realization of what was about to happen had hit her.  “H-He’s on his way.  Here.  To my house.  Kon.  Coming here.  To see me.  Sure, he’s been over once before with the rest of the team, but this time it’s just to see me.  Me!  He cares about me, maybe even… maybe he even loves me.”  Her teddy bear squished against her chest, Cassie happily floated above her bed, thinking of her future as Mrs. Superboy.

After a moment, her eyes shot open.  “I have to fix myself!”  She said after a gasp, falling back onto her bed, and her bear bouncing onto the floor.  “Lessee here… I have a shirt and pants on, already.  I don’t think there’s any need for makeup, since it’s dark.”  She ran a hand through her hair, looking at her desk of makeup supplies.  “What else could I even do?”

Before she could decide, there was a knock on her window that sounded very similar to the branch.  “Wondy, it’s kinda rainin’ pretty bad out here.  Ya think you could open the window?”  Kon pressed his face to the window, scanning the room in search of Wonder Girl.

Cassie jumped off her bed in fright from Kon’s knocking, but quickly went to the window and opened it, pulling Kon inside and wrapping her arms around him.  “Thank the Gods you’re okay!”  She squeezed him tightly as they floated into the center of her room.  “You are okay, right? I tried to warn you about the storm, but you hung up too quickly. Iprayedthatyouwouldn'tgetshockedbylightning, thoughIdon'tthinkitcouldhurtyouanyway, youbeingSuperboyandall. ButIwantedtobesure. Didyouhavetroublegettinghere? You'resoaked.  Hereletmegetyouatowel!" She quickly flew to her closet and searched for a towel. Her face became a deep red as she realized how fast she was talking. I'm such a nervous wreck! Snap out of it, Cassie!

“Wondy, I’m alright, see?  No scorch marks from the lightning, it’s just a bit of rain.  I would’ve been completely dry, but I didn’t bother to use my tactile-telekinesis because I wanted to get over here as fast as I could.”  Kon spoke quietly as he looked around her room.  “Y’know, you do have a pretty nice room, here.  Better than the ones I’ve had, for sure.”

Her eyes lit up, in that moment, he could’ve said she smelled like garbage, and it wouldn’t matter.  Kon was in her room, talking to her.  “You mean, my room is better than living at the HQ?”  She walked over and handed him a towel, and dread filling her chest.  “Oh, no! Your earring!  Kon, I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault…”

He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her body to face him.  “Cassie, it’s okay.  I didn’t even put my earring in, I’m not even wearing my gloves or my belt, see?”  He raised his hand in front of her face.  “I’m okay, scouts honor.  By the way, thank you for the towel.”  He dried off his hair a bit more before resting the towel on her chair.

Cassie blushed as she tucked her hair behind her ear.  “Anything for you… I-I mean, what’re friends for, right?!”  We’ll always have each other’s backs!”  She punched his arm as she laughed nervously. Real good job at playin’ cool, Cassie. Soooooo smooth.

“Exactly, Wondy.”  He smiled as he fixed his hair; looking up, he noticed the poster of himself on her door.  “Uh, Cassie?  Why am I on your door?”

Cripes! I forgot to hide the dang poster!  Embarrassed, she rubbed her arm as she thought of an excuse.  “Oh, that?  Uh, it was a gift, actually.  My mom was at a conference for the museum, and the guy at the poster stand heard you were coming from Hawaii, so he was selling posters of you.” Don’t mention that you practically begged your mom to get you anything Superboy-related...

His smile turned to a devilish smirk as he leaned in closer to her.  “Soooo… What made you keep it up?”

“I, uh, umm… Well, y’see...”

Kon couldn’t keep his laughter in any longer, he placed a hand on Cassie’s back as he calmed himself down.  “Cass, I’m just playin’ around!  It’s okay, seriously.  So, how about that nightmare?”

Feeling Kon’s hand on her back made her freeze for a moment, not fully hearing what he was saying to her. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.  Her body began to melt into him, her head falling against his shoulder.  “What nightmare?”  She asked, dreamily.  After a moment, she snapped out of her trance, shaking her head a bit as she brought her legs up to her chest.  “It felt so real…”  Cassie shuddered as her arms wrapped around her legs.  “I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do.”

He kept his arm wrapped around her, gently squeezing her arm for a sense of comfort.  “Do you still feel scared?”  He asked, softly, noticing the frown on her face.

Cassie looked up at him, noticing how the flashes of lightning really brought out the blue in his eyes, then shrugged as she rested her head on his shoulder. "To be honest, not anymore. We were all fighting some bad guy. He looked just like you, actually. But he wore an outfit like Superman's. Everyone was knocked out, and I saw you on the ground. I tried to get to you, but the bad version of you pushed me away. I started to cry because I saw him beating you up, and you looked at me and told me to go away. But I didn't want to leave you..." She looked up to Kon and whispered, "I can't leave you." It took her awhile to realize what she said, but in that moment, she didn't care.

Kon-El noticed the look in her eyes, his free hand tucked some hair behind her ear.  “I probably told you to get away because I didn’t want you to get hurt anymore than you already were, I’d rather it be me taking the hits, that way you didn’t have to.”

Cassie sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.  “Thanks, Kon… For everything.”

He froze for a moment, then returned the hug.  “It’s never a problem, Cassie.  I’m always happy to help you, that’s what I’m here for.”  He gave her a smile before picking her up into his arms, then placing her on her bed.  He brought the blankets over her, then grabbed the bear from the floor which he realized had a Superman costume on, then placed the bear next to Cassie’s pillow.  “Try to get some sleep, Wondy.  We’re gonna have a long day, tomorrow.”

She noticed how he was about to head for the window, she sat up and grabbed his forearm with both of her hands, her attempt at pulling him back to her.  “Wait, Kon!” Just let this moment last a bit longer!  “Y-You didn’t say what your nightmare was about.”

“Oh, right.  It’s no big deal compared to yours.”  Flashes of his nightmare came back to him, he tried to suppress his frown from exposing himself.  “Honestly, it’s nothing.”

Her one hand slid down his forearm and grabbed his hand.  “Talk to me.” Her voice was soft, but to her, it seemed strong.  She did her best to carry compassion with her words, and that he could feel what she was feeling.

He released a sigh as he sat on the edge of her bed, his head looking down at his feet. "I had a dream that I came back to the HQ, and Wonder Woman said I wasn't allowed to see you anymore.  She was going to bring you to Paradise Island, away from your friends, from all of us. And Batman was taking Rob back to Gotham, and Imp went to Central City, and Cissie quit the team..."  Kon noticed that Cassie hadn’t let go of his hand, but he didn’t mind.  Her hand felt cool on his skin, it made him relax, like ice tea on a hot day.

“Kon…”  Cassie rubbed her thumb along the top of his hand, doing her best to comfort him. "Kon, that will never happen.  None of that will ever happen, alright? We'll be together, forever. And no matter what may happen, we will always come back to each other." In that moment, Cassie couldn't tell if she was talking about the team, or her and Kon-El.

There was a light redness on his cheeks, with a smile, he firmly held her hand in his.  “Thanks, Wondy.”

“Kon, can I be honest with you?”  She bit her bottom lip as she met his eyes.

“Of course, Cass, what is it?”

“I just wanted to say… I think you look better without the earring.”  She looked away from his eyes, and down at their hands.  She held his warm hand in both of her own, his hand like a fire in her palms.

He smiled and scratched his head.  “You look better without the wig and goggles, you should grow your hair out.”

And with that, the moment was gone.  Cassie withdrew her hand from his and went back to bringing her knees to her chin and wrapping her arms around her legs. "I can't...I can't do that."

Kon raised an eyebrow at her.  “Why’s that?  Against some new Amazonian rules, or somethin’?”

"No. It's just…”  She shook her head and rested her chin in between her knees.  “Wonder Woman has dark hair.... Donna Troy, the previous Wonder Girl, has dark hair, and I have... Blonde. No one would know who I am, no one would recognize me as Wonder Girl. I'd be a nobody..." She buried her face.

"That's not true, Wondy. There are people all over the world that would recognize you." Kon lifted her face to look at him. "We would recognize you, and all the other heroes would, too. So what if civilians don't know who you are? People barely know who Robin is. We were nobodies until Ace Atchison did a story on us, and you know what? Maybe it's time for the pattern to change. You'll stand out like a light in a dark tunnel. Everyone will know who you are, and everyone will adore you. Just like we do... Just like I do." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Get some sleep, Cassie. Goodnight, and sweet dreams." He gave her a warm smile before opening her window, and flying out of her room, shutting her window gently behind himself.

Cassie stayed as she was for a good two minutes, not moving a muscle. "He cares about me... He likes me. Adores me, even. He recognizes me... And he just kissed me." A smile formed onto her face, as well as a deep flush of red. She then put her head to her pillow and cuddled her Superbear. "Goodnight and sweet dreams, Superboy... I love you." Cassie then closed her eyes, and did her best to fall back asleep. Thinking of her night with Superboy, a night which she knew would change their relationship forever. The storm was quiet now, nothing but the low hum of rolling thunder, and Cassie drifted peacefully to sleep.

[produce101imagines]

Live, Laugh, Drink?

R E Q U E S T !

Genre: Fluff

Member: Kim Jaehwan (ft. Park Woojin)

Summary: After a cool, casual drinking night at the house, an unexpected moment happens between Jaehwan and Woojin.

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Clink.

“And one more sip for our guest of honor: Y/N!” Daniel had heartedly laughed after announcing that statement for the fifth time already.

The six men cheered on as you rolled your eyes. Within the past hour, the legal-enough members had been drinking glass after glass, bottle after bottle. It wasn’t even your birthday, so why were they drinking in my name? Nothing big had happened; Jisung just threw this get-together so we could all spend time with each other. All 12 of us.

“Ok. Ok. Enough drinking. Let’s do somethi-” You were cut off by the slurring of a certain boy with the unique laugh.

“NoOOoOoo Y/N. The night- *hiccup* The night just... Uhhh,” Jaehwan trailed off and laughed a bit after forgetting what he said.

“Idiot... ‘Started’,” Minhyun lowly said with a playful tilt of his head as he lazily swayed in his seat.

“Ok and?? I’m ready to get waSTED. WHOOOO,” Jaehwan hollered and laughed, followed with the laughter of a few other members.

“As I was saying, before someone interrupted,” you paused to glance at Jaehwan who seemed to be laughing at his shoes or something at the ground.

“We should do something with, you know, all the members.” You explained to the more-than-tipsy members, hoping the underaged members were listening. After all, they weren’t doing anything anyway so they had no choice but to listen.

Daehwi popped up from the couch he was just laying on.

“Yeah! I’m so bored. I need to do something. No one wants to play the games with me. These people are so bori- O. M. G. I just got lightheaded from getting up so quickly,” Daehwi spoke quickly and carefully laid down.

“Pfft. Are you sure you got lightheaded from getting up so quickly or from firing words too quickly, chatterbox?” Daniel called out to Daehwi as Seongwoo gave Daniel a high-five. 

“Ughhh. Daehwi what should we do?” You asked the boy so he doesn’t feel too bad for getting picked on a bit.

“I don’t know. Guanlin and Jinyoung went to sleep already,” sighed Daehwi from the couch. 

“Jihoon! Go upstairs and sleep with them,” Sungwoon said to Jihoon who was already falling asleep.

“What? No. I’m gonna play whatever you guys are playing,” Jihoon sleepily trailed off. 

You heard Daniel and Jisung laughing quietly between each other. You raised your eyebrow at them and they straightened up and tried oh so hard to stop laughing but it wouldn’t work.

Jaehwan was still looking at something on the floor.

Jisung announced, “Ok. We’re playing truth or dare. I’ll start. Jihoon, I dare you to go sleep upstairs right now.” Everyone giggled a bit as Jihoon huffed and got up from the couch. He dragged his feet and heavily made his way to the room to sleep.

Daehwi popped up from the couch again. “My turn! Minhy-” Daehwi had already started to talk before Daniel cut him off.

“Uh, no. It’s my turn,” Daniel said as Daehwi frowned but still let him talk.

“Daehwi, I dare you to follow Jihoon and go sleep as well. It’s too late for you youngsters to be awake,” Daniel teasingly dared Daehwi.

Daehwi rolled his eyes but still made his way towards where Jihoon went, muttering something about how the older members aren’t fun with him and mocking Daniel.

As soon as you heard the door shut, you turned to the two MMO boys.

“What was that all about? Don’t you want to hang out with everyone?”

No one replied at first and the atmosphere turned a bit dull.

Seongwoo spoke up.

“One sip in honor of the underage members not being able to experience such a wonderful drink?” He sheepishly smiled after.

The whole table started to laugh and so did you. Seongwoo always managed to brighten up the mood in the right way.

After drinking a bit more, (you may or may not have drunk a bit of the alcohol) you started to hear Jaehwan’s laugh. He was, again, looking down at the ground and was wondering what he was laughing at. You decided to peek under the table.

You screamed as you saw Woojin crawl his way to you, wearing a scary mask.

“AHHH STOP! STOP! I’LL STOP DRINKING JUST PLEASE STOP!” You screamed and could’ve sworn you felt sober in that split moment.

Jaehwan and Woojin laughed. Woojin, being your best friend, knew how much you hated being scared. You easily got annoyed and sensitive whenever you got a bit spooked but this was a little too much.

“We got you!! We’ve been planning this for soooooo long,” Jaehwan laughed, slurred and hiccuped all at the same time. Woojin got up from under the table and laughed along with Jaehwan. Needless to say, you made quite some noise as everyone stared at you in a peculiar way.

“Ugh. Don’t do that. You guys are annoying. Why don’t you guys do something together that’ll make you two shut up,” you angrily spoke as you glared at the laughing pair.

Jaehwan seemed to have heard you and shrugged with a big smile on his face.

“Ok.”

Jaehwan then leaned up, exaggeratedly swung his arms around Woojin, pushed the hair out of his face and pushed his lips on to Woojin’s. Woojin had his eyes wide open, as did everyone else. The kiss, as still as a picture, lasted for about ten seconds. Before Jaehwan pulled away, you took a quick picture of the kissing scene, planning to use it to remind Jaehwan of what he did that one blurry night. The room was definitely quiet now.

“EW THE TASTE OF JAEHWAN’S LIPS AND THE ALCOHOL IS NASTY,” Woojin complained as he wiped away his lips, cheeks blooming into a deep red color.

“My lips taste better without alcohol. You can try a taste tomorrow,” Jaehwan playfully winked at Woojin. Woojin groaned and went to the kitchen to find something to wash the taste out of his mouth.

You were shocked. The members drinking had their eyes fixed on Jaehwan, with the exception of Jisung, Seongwoo and Daniel laughing and telling each other “I told you!”

“Uh... That was unexpected,” you carefully said.

Jaehwan shrugged and said, “But it did make us shut up, and that’s exactly what you wanted, didn’t you?” He sunk back into his seat and lazily glanced around the room.

You heard shuffling and muffled “Go. Go. They’ll see us. Hurry!” from Daehwi and Jihoon. They had witnessed the kissing scene and as soon as the door closed, you heard laughing, cheering, a bit of mock-gagging and lots of kissing noises. 

“So... Y/N. Wanna shut up together?” Seongwoo asked with a smirk and sent a flying kiss your way.

“Ok anyway, this night is over. I’m going to sleep with the younger members. Have fun,” you hurriedly spoke and made your way to the room with the younger members.

After washing up and laying down on the bed, you closed your eyes. Before you fell asleep, you heard the older members saying something but it was muffled. You then heard a distinct, loud kissing noise, followed by a series of cheers, hollering and Jisung, Daniel and Seongwoo laughing their butts off.

Jisung laughed in between his words as he said, “Woojin liked it so much that he went in for a second one!!” 

You rolled your eyes for the last time that night.

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HannibalCon RDC3 - day 1. Personal recap

So yesterday was the day that so many of us feverishly anticipated and dreaded :), the actual possibility of meeting Bryan Fuller, Hugh Dancy, Aaron Abrams, Scott Thompson, Demore Barnes and Ellen Muth! I mean. What -are- the chances? I flew over Friday morning (having dreaded flying in that storm but it did die down that night, fortunately) with Alex and we made our way over to arrive at 10 am, to photos of other Fannibals on Twitter already, though the hotel was still very much empty. Good to take photographs :) I got upgraded to the next room level (which is why I can now drink coffee while writing this at 5:30 am (thank goodness)). By afternoon the lobby was filling slowly, flowercrowns everywhere. A truly elevating atmosphere, because even though I'm not really a flowers and frilly stuff kind of gal, it just is incredible to watch. Btw the bloody flowercrown @idontfindyouthatinteresting made for me drew many compliments (thank you, again!) Registration openend a bit early and people went queuing until the main ceremony started. Incredible, there were soooo many people there, so many beautiful cosplays already. @lovecrimecat came by and we distributed the flyers for @radiance-anthology flyers to those standing in line, managed to meet so many of those who signed up (yay), got little gifts in exchange from so many people (and everybody just gave me a second one when I asked so I could give them to Katrina who couldn't come - so awesome of you guys, thank you again!). I met so many people 'from' Twitter and it' so nice to recognize some from last time, to put name and face to the @s. *hugs at all* Opening ceremony. I have a gold ticket this year so I went up front and sat next to SpiceyScorpion, only to realize that -that- was way to much in front for my nerves .... *rolls eyes at self*. I went a few rows back and to the side, which was a good decision for later^^. "They" came in a few minutes to late, we saw Aaron and Scott do shadow theatre behind the scenes and Sean called them out one after the other. Demore seemed honestly happy to be there, addressing us with such kind words, upping the applause and calling backstage that that could not possibly be topped*fg*. Aaron came out and asked us to clap for Hugh because he was supposedly afraid he wouldn't get any ^^^^^, Scott said something along these lines as well, I think. Both very funny. Ellen was there^^ and addressed us with a few kind ords and then Sean announced Bryan next and the room (not in any way quiet before) went -wild-. And Bryan.... Bryan went "crowdsurfing". Meaning he ran through the aisles and high-fived us. You know that sitting to the side decision? Yeah.... What a moment, there's lots of pictures in the Tag #HannibalCon, go and look, it was.... incredible. God bless. Anyway Hugh came out last, announced by Sean as one of the best british actors, and boy, that was applause^^. He seemed a bit overwhelmed with the energy there^^ and honestly, I can't quite remember what he actually said but it was something along the lines that he was looking forward to a wonderful weekend. They came out together after that and we held up the signs that @the-winnowing-wind distributed - "Fannibals Forever".... They took videos and photos of us. Bryan posted some of it later. Incredible moment to have been part of. I'm even in Bryans video (yay^^ (and if you know where to look^^)). The gold ticket holders went across the hall next, to a slightly smaller room with tables set up and we were seated by group/friends. And then we waited, because they got something to eat first.... (darn^^^). Colleen got out some booze and we talked a lot and proverbially bit our nails a lot *g*. When they finally got in they were sent to the various tables for 4-minute-meet-ups. Only the meet-ups didn't stay at 4 minutes :P. Demore was first and I was soooooo nervous. (The seat next to me was free btw, and so the -all- ended up sitting right next to me (*still screaming about that*. .... ) I shook my hands in the air in an effort to get rid of some of the energy and he put his hand on my shoulder asking me why I was nervous and I brabbled something unintelligible and shook my head. Very sweet. We talked a bit about his fight scene with Mads and that we would have liked to see more of him^^ and I told him I can't wait to see him in American Gods and he rubbed my back when he left. *float* Next was Scott, who brought his pizza and drank some mooneshine with us^^, played Tarot with us and was generally just this very kind and interesting person. I wasn't -quite- that nervous anymore by then (thanks Demore (and Colleen for the prosecco)), meaning I actually talked a bit, though I can't quite remember what^^. Ellen was next and she was also very nice, we talked about the fact that her scenes are imho some of the most scary in Hannibal. She also wore some of the coolest jeans I'd ever seen^^. Ok. Next? BRYAN. He saw the Will!Faun scarf of @flying-rotten we had put on the table cloth and chuckled that he knew who -we- are waiting for and that he couldn't blame us^^. He asked us, if push came to shove, if we would prefer Will & Hannibal S4 or SotL. Our table was Hannigram, though there was apparently one that was 'done' with it.... He told us about it a bit, much the same that Hugh has said before as well, that it would be an inversion of S1 etc. I.... hope that push does not come to shove, because he told us a bit about how much he loves the lyric of Thomas Harris books and I would really love for him to be able to fully lay out his vision. I hope he gets to do this (we have to continue to fight, guys!!!). He also told us, that Thomas Harris apparently writes a new book and he.... poked Martha to get the rights to it already, without quite knowing what it was about yet *g*. I.... took all my courage then and showed him one of the Radiance-Flyers and explained a bit and we asked if he wanted to do a little something like a foreword for it. And guys - HE DOES! He asked when it would need to be done and I said May 1st and he looked at the flyer and indicated the twitter @ there and asked if he should send it there and I was like (you know this situation, where, once you start, your mouth kind of runs away with you?! At least mine did^^^) "Oh well, yes, or you know you follow me on twitter, you can just send it there if you want" and he looked at me (directly) and said "yes, I know." Well, RIP me. I answered with a very intelligent "ah" if I recall correctly and ducked my head and then Romina and I emphasized that it would be awesome if he actually wants to do that and finds the time. He asked us after what drew us to Hannibal, as he got feedback from a lot of the other young women (I thanked him for 'young', you know, once you're in it doesn't matter anyhow *another eye roll at self*) and we said that its not only beauty and connection, but also intelligence. You have to think with Hannibal. He recommended 'Legion' to us and asked if we'd seen it before and I said that some stuff hasn't made it across the big pond yet. And then Bryan went and .... not ranted directly.... but expressed his lack of understanding of the fact that things take so long to be legal and why series were not streamed worldwide because people would just go and pirate it anyway -because- it was not available legally. He went and made a (imho) very fitting anology with the conservative stance on abortions in contrast to piracy, meaning just because it's forbidden it doesn't stop people from doing so, it just gets unsafer and illegal. Oh and he took photos of our table and @dr3piecesuit s and another girls tattoo, because he loves them. :) And he told us that he brought something for Hugh to wear for the Cosplay contest. Can't wait *g* He was called away then, way past the 4 minutes^^ and .... he is such a precious human being?! Exuding so much warmth and honesty and exuberance. I feel honored that I got to sit there. A propos honored... Hugh was next and there I was again - nervous. Awesome. *third eyeroll* He complimented Camilles Will!Faun, saying it was very beautiful and then laughing that that was maybe a bit weird^^, and then telling us about all the gifts he gets and that he keeps the little plush Wills, giving them to his son to play with, even the bloody ones..... *fg*. The girl next to me (@OnTheVerger) talked to him about how much Adam means to her because she has Aspergers and then broke into tears and Hugh comforted and hugged her and it was sooo sweet. We showed him the Radiance flyers as well and he said "blood fueled embraces, indeed" *g*. Bryan ran by then and left a bitten off Babybel for Hugh. IDK if Hugh bit off that piece or if Bryan did but it was hilarious^^. Hugh had to leave then and Aaron came to our table last, I told him I backed him and he told us about the film he and Scott are in (Scott came by and set down next to him^^) and we talked about how much we would all want to see more of Hannibal. Oh and Scott said (before) that he was supposed to teach Clarice Starling - how awesome would team Sassy Science be doing that in SotL? Seriously? Anyway, I remember I touched Aarons shoulder in the spur of the moment talking about -something- but I can't remember what exactly and the panicking about that. ;)) I went to my room at 1:15am, got into bed by 2am and was wide awake again at 5:15 am. What. a. rush. PS: This is no photos because my cameras not that good - check the Hashtag on Twitter, there's TONS of them ;). 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So, today was certainly an adventure, lol. So remember how yesterday I had the whole overslept my alarm by 40 minutes thing? Well I mostly thought it was coincidence but I have suspected the brand of melatonin I had been using was too powerful and causing my mid-morning naps. Well, after today I'm convinced that's the truth, and enough of the truth that I got off the bus and went straight to Walgreens to buy a different brand before even going home, lol. So you could say this morning was a bit of a mess. Basically, I got up fine, got ready fine, got on the bus fine. Then I felt a little compelled to close my eyes. And I mean, I have a long damn bus ride (generally a little over an hour) and I never really fall asleep like this so I'll just open my eyes every so often to make sure I know where we are. WELL. Guess what failed miserably??? That plan. I had extra time too cuz I was just meeting my boss outside the building at 9:30 so we could go straight to the CIPP (I'll explain that later). The next thing I know, I wake up and look outside and not recognize it. I look at the front of the bus and the next stop says 33rd street. Time is 9:29. FUCK. The numbered streets don't even start until you get onto the south side, and legit the only times I've been on the south side is to go to midway airport. So I was wayyyyy out of my territory here. So I did the reasonable thing- got off at the next stop and got an uber to drive me back up to work, lol. Thankfully I only overshot it by about 10 minutes or so, and my boss was also running late (which she kind of always is, which at this point I'm okay with) so it wasn't too bad. Ah, but this was only the beginning. So we go to one of the DCFS locations downtown for the CIPP. CIPP stands for clinical intervention to prevent placement- basically meant as a meeting to try and solve problems so kids don't have to switch placements, or at least that's the general idea of the meetings. This particular one was to get two of our clients specialized. If a kid is considered specialized they get more access to services, and the foster parent has to have extra certification for it (they also get some of a higher stipend for the kid, but I mean it's not that much to begin with so its not really a cash grab). It was two sisters, 10 and 13, the 13 year old being non-verbal. It seemed as far as anyone could tell they didn't have any official diagnoses other than cognitive delays but it's very possible they're both on the spectrum. So it wasn't much of an argument, everyone pretty much agreed they should be specialized. And then we still sat and talked, but I have no idea what about because I started fucking falling asleep in the middle of the goddamn meeting, and I could not control it at all. Like I felt like I was going in and out of consciousness, like I would open my eyes but not having been conscious of shutting them before that second it just happened, and my boss had to like, nudge me twice during the meeting to keep me awake. So of course I feel SO bad about it. Towards the end someone suggested a bathroom break and another one said they were gonna get a drink and looked at me like "hey do you wanna get something too?" which I took as my cue to go get some caffeine, they had cans of coke for 95 cents in their vending machine, but even with the quarter I pulled out of my laundry pocket I didn't have enough change, so one of them just took pity on me and gave me a dollar (I insisted she did at least take the change I did have). I wouldn't say I chugged the coke exactly, but I tried to get it into my system very quickly as it definitely helped. We ended not too long after that, and as soon as we're outside I'm like to my boss "omg I'm so sorry I don't know what's going on with me" and she was just like "no I'm just like concerned about your health like are you okay? Do you do need to go home for the rest of the day??" So I assured her I was fine at this point now that I had at least 12 oz worth of caffeine in my system. So we ran to jimmy johns and ate in the car on the way to our second meeting of the day (I saw "our" but of course I just sit there and watch and say nothing). This was a child and family team meeting, which is just like with the workers and such to try and handle things. Now, there are a lot of messy cases in the foster care system, but trust me when I say this case was a MESS. Basically, this girl's brother had been sexually abusing her and pulling off straight up incest since she was like 8 to the point where SHE FUCKING GOT PREGNANT BY HER GODDAMN BROTHER and when I heard that I was immediately like uh, is that baby okay????? But apparently he's 2 now and no special needs have availed themselves yet so that's definitely a relief. But basically the girl is 17 now and doesn't really want to leave home but the case got screened in anyway, but they can't find a placement for her as a parenting teen so she's been living at home with her shitbag mother and HER FUCKING BROTHER and ugh it made me so mad. My boss told me when they went to trial the mom like made the girl burst into tears because she basically testified "I don't care about you, I don't want you, I just care about my grandson" like um you're a piece of shit and shouldn't be in charge of any child, ever. So we're really far down the south side now, farther than I've ever been. And this meeting is with the family and the various caseworkers. Apparently it used to be an intact case so there was a whole transitory process of switching caseworkers. And also my boss hates the PD on the case with a burning passion, so that's fun. When she saw the new caseworkers name she like hesitated for a second and was like "I may not like her but I'm not sure, I'll know her when I see her though" and OH, she did not like her. It was really funny because my boss has like a really soft spoken voice and sounds just very sweet and calm but she also will not back down from anything, and I had to spent the majority of the meeting with my elbows on the table propping my arms up to somehow cover my mouth with my hands to cover the giant smirk I couldn't help every time they got into a skiff. I'm definitely going to need to develop a better poker face for this kind of thing, because I don't think future coworkers will appreciate me laughing at them (which is though my favorite thing to do when I want to piss someone off). So I really don't know if we accomplished shit in that meeting, but we drove the girl back to the day care place to pick up her son(/nephew) and my boss was like, if this caseworker isn't helping you you call me, ok? I'll make it work. They were talking about something regarding her not going to something the other night and the girl mentioned her son had been sick and was home with her mom, who gave him some pepto bismol which seemed to help. And when she said that I was like wait. Pepto bismol to a 2 year old? That doesn't sound right. So I google and it says there is a "children's pepto" out there but it somewhere different, but pepto bismol is for children and adults 12 and over. We were like at the day care place at that point so I just tried to like super casually ask "just curious, was that normal pepto bismol your mom gave your son?" And she just said she didn't know, which is fair enough, but gives me the feeling it was the adult stuff. So then when she left the car I go to my boss like "yeah pepto bismol is only for kids 12 and over" and she just kind of sighed and said to be careful though because this girl will never say anything negative about her mother, even if her mother's treated her like shit. Sigh. So we drove back to the office, took a bit of a scenic route and got to see the white sox stadium for the first time, and over the course of the day I just had some good conversations with my boss and I feel like we definitely bonded to some extent haha so I was happy about that. We got back to the office at like, 3:45, so I'm like okay I can at least try to be productive for an hour, so I go to my computer and now it won't even let me log in. So I just sigh and go over to the tech guys desk and he's not there, so I wait with my arms leaning over the front and he shows up a few minutes later and just starts laughing when he sees me there again haha so he comes in and figures it out and we have amusing conversations about stupid politicians and other random stuff. It was entertaining. He did get it to work, and then I almost had to go get him AGAIN because of another issue but I figured that one out and got to go back to listening to the calls. Nothing too juicy here, but no phone sex, thank GOD. I did mention that to my boss, who's not the attorney that gave me the assignment and she like died laughing and told me to make sure I included that in the report, because if mom tries lying on the stand that's like, the ultimate impeachment lol. So I listened and took some notes and after a while headed out. Fine ride home, took the bus one stop further than usual (just the next block down) to go to Walgreens and buy new melatonin. I decided to go with a brand I had used before but in their gummy form to see how that goes. And then I grabbed a few extra random things, paid, and went home. I made dinner and settled in with my laptop and started watching Iron Fist. I got through the first 3 episodes tonight and I'm somewhat less than impressed. I heard this criticism from other before starting the show, but even without hearing other people thinking it the pace of the show is just soooooo slow. Like I'm moderately interested in the central plot they have unfolding, but it's just taken them so fucking long to get there it leaves me wanting to bang my head against the wall. Like I don't know if I can take another 10 hours of this when barely anything has happened in the first 3. I'll probably stick it out for the sake of the defenders though, so at least I'll have a full backstory on all of them. The one scene where the ninja girl (I know zero character names other than Danny at this point) kicked that gross guy's ass at the cage fight because that was fucking awesome, and it left me wondering why we couldn't have had a show called "The Daughter of the Dragon" (which is what she called herself) instead? I feel like that would've been a lot more entertaining than this. Another highlight was when not-dead crazy daddy warbucks leaves his penthouse and grandma heroin shows up and scares the living shit out of him, because that was just fantastically satisfying to watch. And yeah, that was about it. Did my back exercises, and I've kind of been experimenting with some other ones I used to just kind of do for fun with putting my legs all the way in the air and just relying on my abs for support and bringing my legs down over my head to touch the floor behind me and then back up again without falling forward, and I think it's been good so far, even if it leaves my neck and head a little sore. I also just find it entertaining, so there's that. Shortly before I finished the show my roommate came home so we talked for a bit as she set up the tiny grill she bought so we can grill stuff for Memorial Day, lol. The grill is very cute and tiny. And we talked about all the shut going on at our alma mater (I forget if I talked about this yesterday? I don't think I did) because they're basically fucking everything up again and majorly changing up the theatre program by firing half the grad staff and moving the grad programs under the umbrella of the undergrad programs, which makes no sense......? And it's weird because my freshman year there the undergrad art programs were considered part of the comm/arts school, not the undergrad, and at the end of that year there was a huge thing about putting it under the undergrad studies school, and our dear acting professor was a very vocal proponent against the move, and half a year later when they decided to fire 8 undergrad professors including him and refused to give us any reason why, it was largely speculated that they were getting rid of anyone who was giving them resistance on what they want to do, and that's how our best prof got canned. So it looks like the alums of the comm school (which I'm not technically one of but they are still involved in this situation) have been leading the fight and just getting everyone to email the administration. So I figured my best argument was hey, I've noticed a disturbing pattern of you rounding up groups of people in mass firings, let me tell you how much you doing that while I was there screwed up the rest of my education there and that I very much blame that decision for it, and while they've pretty much already lost any loyalty I might've had to them I would write on behalf of the current students because I don't want to see them get screwed over like that. Then when I got the response I laughed, because other people in the Facebook group had posted the "stock reply" everyone had been getting, that only varied with some saying "we'll make sure this email gets passed on to the higher ups." Well, my email was like two lines and pretty much only said "we'll pass your email on to the higher ups." I guess I came off as a little too angry to get the "we appreciate your feedback and concerns" response which I really just thought was hysterical. So there's all that bullshit. I'm all for rebellion of course and I'll encourage everyone to fight until their last breath, but I also know that it's always going to be a losing battle because at the end of the day they just don't care what any students or alumni think, they're going do whatever they want. By all means, still fight, raise hell, let them know just how angry you are and fight to the final breath, but maybe just be willing to accept that unfortunately this is something they're going to have to live with, which sucks. I've blabbed on long enough about this though and it's 12:45 am, thank god I get to sleep in cuz I'm gonna need it. Goodnight my people. Happy weekend.