#wolfi setup

[wol-fica]

-𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀-

parings - jennaortega x singer!fem!reader

summary - you realize your relationship with jenna seems to be crumbling, so you do something about it

warnings - weird therapist, some percy diss, but that’s it :)

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“Relationships can be hard, and arguments are a normal thing all people go through.” 

You sighed, fidgeting with your fingers while searching for anything to look at besides your therapist. 

The reason for today's sudden visit was because you felt like your relationship with your girlfriend was going downhill. You understood that life can be tough sometimes, but this was much too stressful for you to keep bottled up.

“Can you tell me some specific reasons why you believe your dating life is struggling?” Your therapist asked, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Well,” You readjusted on the couch, “It just feels like I’m trying way too hard to keep us together, when I shouldn’t be.”

“I understand.”

“Having a girlfriend shouldn’t induce stress or anxiety, it should be fun and enjoyable.” You went on, now feeling like letting all your worries out, “I get that she has a job; I do too! But that isn’t an excuse to treat me terribly….”

“Yes, I agree.” Your therapist said as she jotted down some notes in her book, “You are still pursuing singing right?” 

You nodded, smiling at the thought of your recently ended tour. Traveling the world was very exciting, and you loved experiencing different cultures along the way. The only wish you had was that Jenna would have been beside you; But like always, she put work first.

“So think about this. You have a job that takes you around the world, causes you to miss out on certain things but be included in newer things like events and shows?” 

You nodded again, confirming the description of your work.

“And Jenna’s job consists of…exactly the same thing.” 

You let out a shaky breath, turning to look at the ground sadly. It was true, you both had time consuming jobs that dragged you about the globe and took your time away from family and friends.

Yet somehow, you always made sure to have time. You would always tell your manager that family was first, and no matter what you would squeeze them into your schedule just so you could see them and feel at home while traveling or working. 

Jenna’s job was similar in the aspect of yours, minus the singing and dancing, but she never seemed to be able to make any time for you. You would always plan your off days to be on her off days from filming so you could maybe go get lunch or just enjoy each other's presence, but Jenna would always have the excuse of “I’m to tired” or “I already have plans with Percy.” 

Percy. The name was distasteful to you. As much as you appreciated his skill of acting and his wonderful personality, you still didn’t like him. He would always weasel himself in between you and Jenna, whether it be during her relaxing days or at award shows, he always pushed you out and brought her in. 

“I have an idea; you may or may not like it.” Your therapist stated, setting her notebook down, “You need to pull her aside, no matter what plans she has, and talk to her.”

Your eyes widened and your nerves proceeded to spike. Pull her aside? You were not a confrontational person, and you were most likely to avoid conflicts if you were given the chance; hence why your relationship is crumbling.

“What do I say to her?” You fought back, taking a sip of water, “I have no idea how to confront her. ‘Hey Jenna! I feel forgotten and like you don’t care anymore!’” 

A small sob escaped your mouth, your head falling into your hands. God, you missed her. You missed being able to hold her, to laugh about stupid soccer plays, to enjoy sunsets together on her balcony. You never knew how much of an impact she had on you until you started going to therapy.

“Don’t get emotional about it, just politely but firmly ask.”

You sniffled, raising a hand as an acknowledgment before getting up to leave the room. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew that if you were going to confront her you would need to do it now.

Pulling out your phone, you opened your text message app and clicked on Jenna’s contact.

A chuckle involuntary left your mouth, your lip slipping in between your teeth afterwards.

Jenna always knew how to make you laugh, no matter how you were feeling. Diffusing a situation is one of her many skill sets; but you were not letting her get away this time.

“I’ll be home in 5.” You texted before shoving your phone into your pocket and heading outside to your driver.

The ride seemed long, and even though it was a 15 minute drive to your place, you still felt the small confident monster roaring inside of you. All its pleas and cries were telling you to be bigger and let your emotions out onto Jenna; but you knew you couldn’t. You would scare her, anger her, or even just annoy her that she could possibly leave you on the spot; you couldn’t let that happen.

“Miss? We are here.” Your driver said, looking at you in the rearview mirror.

“Oh, thank you.” You replied before hurrying out of the car.

As you walked to the front door, passing Jenna’s black Audi along the way, your anxiety started to overtake you and your thoughts.

What if you say something wrong and she leaves? What if you are just overreacting and this is all some stupid act you’re pulling? What if she decides that you aren’t enough for her and she confesses about Percy?

A wooden blockade hit you in the face and you realized that you walked full force into the front door.

“Ow.” You mumbled before pushing your key into the slot and walking into your luxurious living room.

A mansion was one of the very gracious things you received from being such a popular face in the music industry. Money was an easy-coming item, and spending it was just the same, so why hold it all in your bank account when you could just show up and show out with your 102,000 square foot palace.

“Y/N?” Your name was called out softly, startling you from your place by the shoe nook.

You turned your head to the left to see her, in her ever standing glory. She looked slightly confused but all together relaxed, and was clearly dressed to be heading out for a fun night.

”Hi…” You said, completely unmoving as you stared at her.

“Hi…you wanted to talk?” Jenna asked, fidgeting with her phone.

“Oh, yeah. Here.” You gestured to the kitchen island, leading to sit on a stool.

She sat opposite from you, leaned against the cool countertop as she seemed to study your body language.

“So…” You trailed off, your confidence from before completely burned out.

Jenna raised an eyebrow at you, but turned to her phone when a notification went off. She clicked it, smiled, and started giggling as she replied to whoever messaged her.

That whole interaction set you off, especially since you saw who the person was; Percy.

“Jenna put your phone down, please.” You said sternly, staring at your hands.

She looked at you with a confused expression but slowly put her phone down, retracting her hand so it sat in her lap.

“We…are not okay.” You started, playing with a ring on your finger.

Jenna watched you patiently, listening intently to your words.

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but I feel like we aren’t what we used to be.”

Silence from her end.

“Many times I feel like you don’t seem to care about me.” You said, the ring on your finger was now very interesting, “I go out of my way to reschedule so my off days line up with yours, but we don’t even spend any of that time together.”

More silence.

“I feel under appreciated and alone. Anytime we have free days together, you either say you are too tired to do anything or you already have plans with your friends.”

You inhale, breathing shakily and meekly.

“Am I not enough for you?” You asked, your tear clouded eyes finally looking up at Jenna.

She looked, shocked. Her mouth was hanging open while her eyebrows furrowed in confused and disbelief. She stared at you, her eyes glossing over with her own tears and her shoulders slumping sadly.

“Y/N…what?” Jenna mumbled, clearly lost for words.

You searched her face for any sign of anger or annoyance; there was none. Surprisingly, she seemed to be softening and relaxing.

“You, are more than enough for me.” She said, reaching for your hand, “Hell I don’t even deserve you.”

The weight of all your worries instantly lifted when she spoke those words, which caused an avalanche of emotions to hit you.

“Aw honey.” Jenna cooed, pulling you into her chest when you started crying profusely.

She stroked your hair, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. Her fingers began to scratch your scalp as she coaxed you to relax.

“I love you, god I really do.” She held you close, rubbing your shoulders, “I’ll never take you for granted.”

You sniffled, leaning yourself into her as she fed you comforting words. Your stress and anxiety seemed to melt away as she held you.

“I’m sorry if I pushed you away, I didn’t mean to do it on purpose.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at her.

“Then why did you?” You asked softly.

Jenna smiled sadly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Filming has been…stressful. Tim and the rest of the crew has been antsy, and my cast mates have been no help in being calm and collected.” She said, caressing your face with the pad of her thumb, “I’ll be honest, Percy and the gang have been partying to much, and HE is quite the touchy type.”

You frowned, jealousy building up in the bottom of your stomach at the thought of Percy getting to close with your girlfriend. Jenna chuckled at you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips to diminish the pout that formed on your face.

“Don’t do that, a frown doesn’t look good on you.” She said, rubbing her nose against yours as you laughed.

“Mmm, I love you.” Jenna murmured as she gazed into your eyes.

“And I love you.”

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[wallabywednesday]

-𝒢𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓅 ℬ𝓁ℴ𝑔 ℛ𝓊𝓁ℯ𝓈-

Welcome, to the Offical Group Blog! I’m so excited to finally announce this and have it open for everyone to enjoy! But of course, a few rules first. —————

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[alltheficsiwant]

When Foxy meets Wolfie

When Foxy meets Wolfie | One Shot

Summary: You started your Wednesday coding and hoping to end it the same way. So when, your bestfriend Wanda dragged you to a club named Winter a few blocks away from your Brooklyn apartment. You are expecting to nurse one beer and be Wanda's designated sober friend. You DID not expect to meet the most handsome man you could ever see.

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: Brief mentions of violence but not much. Just very brief. This is just pure meet-cute? I guess?

Words: 5.9K

Pairings: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Tech!Reader

Author's note: This is related to the Gummy Bears universe. Calling this the Wolfie and Foxy Universe from now on. :) Hope you like it guys!

Also, sorry if its a long one shot. I can't help it! I'm a detail whore. I have to explain some things. Just a warning. I apologize for any errors in spelling and grammar. I do not have a beta reader and I promise to edit this soon. - J💕

MAIN MASTERLIST

“Now this is what I am talking about,” You mumbled to yourself as you leaned back and watched as your code started to take form. Becoming more concrete and to think the idea only came out of you moments ago.

You can just say that you are in the zone and for you this is the perfect day to spend your day-off. Though basically, working at Wakanda Industries, hours are flexible and you are not exactly required to work over time or report to the office everyday. If they need you, you just show up but most days you can do your work at home.

Which is what you have been doing since the beginning when you started to work for them. You were just a mere IT worker back at Utah when you got the offer straight from the sister of the owner who is now your boss, Shuri. She found out about your code that completely changed the game of hacking.

“So you are Foxy3029,” 

Okay, that is not your best moment when you chose that name but it was that time the obsession with Naruto is too high and you have been jacked by gummy bears and red bulls for days creating the system. A circumventing system that could literally be a backdoor to any unhackable network. Of course, you put it out there and if a hacker didn’t decode it correctly. It destroys the hackers capability to hack at all.

It was notorious for silencing well-known black hat hackers that tried to infiltrate governments. In creating that code in your second year of college. You figured out that no-one would know who you are that is why you resorted to that nickname with the random numbers.

You were wrong. Of course, Shuri being one of the geniuses in her generation (You shocked her by admitting that you are an old lady now. When in fact, you are just two years older than Shuri.), apparently didn’t manage to figure out your code but instead found your signature all over it.

She managed to trace it back to your old dingy apartment in Utah. Shuri even told you that she begged T’challa to fly her to Utah and find you. As soon as she saw your tiny little self inside the dilapidated apartment building with sweatpants on and a dirty hoodie with a setup laughable enough to elicit a question, how the hell did you make the code while using that?

Shuri offered you a job in New York as his Deputy Program Head Manager and relocated you near them. All expenses paid with a salary four times more than your current one.

Who in their right mind would say no to that? You sure as hell didn’t.

Now for the past four years, you have been working alongside Shuri developing numerous state of the art technology that is being sold all around the world. Of course, no one knows about your involvement,  you wanted it that way. You wanted to remain anonymous and for the hell of it, you and Shuri decided to keep your hacker name as Foxy and remove the numbers.

Every Wakanda Industries technology has Foxy on it. You have worked with her in developing electric cars that are now patented and being used by Elon Musk to create his own line of cars. Of course the engine and the mechanics came from Wakanda Industries.

Then the solar paneled plants that you and Shuri made sure planted to cities who have no access to other means of electricity except the Sun. 

Then a few years ago, you and Shuri took an old biotech project from the Stark Industries which they sold for a high price to Wakanda Industries. You and Shuri created vibranium prosthetics that helped veterans or any disabled person. Of course, it was a bit of a list now since it wasn’t given freely.

There are still compatibility issues and there are a series of tests that you and Shuri are trying to work on in order to lessen the numbers of the issues and make it more possible for everyone. It isn’t sold exactly but the project earns a lot of money from investors who wanted to use it as a tax evasion. You tried to help as much as many people through other's hard earned money.

Right now, you have one particular person that asked for a much more modified movement for their prosthetics. A VIP, Shuri said and she hoped that you would be able to figure it out.

You did and you are as you write the very code that you think would help with the compatible issue with this VIP’s prosthetics. Shuri named him White Wolf, you don't know why but you decided to call him Wolfie. You also noticed that Wolfie is apparently one of the first ones who had test drive it when it was still under Stark and now Wolfie is in maintenance with Wakanda.

You never met the client because Shuri handles the brunt work. You are all behind the scenes.

So yeah, here you are on your day-off and still working. Well, this is your life and you are a grown ass adult. You can do the fuck—-

“Oh my little foxyyy!” A sing-song voice interrupted your thoughts. Your fingers halting its movement over your keyboard. You knew that voice.

“Wanda?” you called you. You heard some clattering and a curse that nearly rolled your eyes.

“Gosh, Y/N, when the hell did you last clean this place?” Wanda emerged from the living room towards your work space. Her eyes looked around the mildly cluttered room. “At least your work space is semi-clean,”

You rolled your eyes at her again. “My living room isn’t cluttered,” You mused. “It’s chaotically organized,” 

“Chaotically orga— you know what? Nevermind. Up you get,” She suddenly said as she looked at you with a raised brow and a hand on her hip. Eerily, it conjured the image of your mother but you quickly shook your head at that. She is too far away from you for her soul to even visit you. She is quite content with the monthly money you gave her.

“What?” you only supplied as you looked at her confused.

Wanda looked at you confused as to why not you are doing what you are supposed to be doing. Because clearly, you don’t know what she is implying.

“Did you seriously— check your phone,” She quickly cut her question off to point at you. You looked around trying to find it and came up empty handed. You scratched the back of your head.

“Where the hell did I put it?” You thought out loud.

“Now that is why,” Wanda sighed as you turned around to see her pulling out her phone from her pocket. She fiddled with it and put it over her ear. Silence enveloped the two of you until a distant ringtone was heard. The both of you, momentarily united, searched for it. You followed the sound as you walked out of your working space and into the chaotically organized living room.

Then through another hallway towards your room. You opened it and then the sound is now louder. The familiar tune of the current One Piece theme song playing loudly. You dove through the unmade covers of your bed and finally found your phone. You created a triumphant sound before lifting it up. Wanda stood at the door with narrowed eyes as you looked down at your phone.

“You texted me,” you trailed off and raised a brow. “Yesterday?”

“How long have you been in that workspace?” Wanda asked and you looked up at her sheepishly.

"Yesterday?" You repeated and Wanda rolled her eyes at you.

"Okay, that's it." She marched over to you and took your phone. You tried to protest as she threw it down on the mattress and proceeded to drag you towards the bathroom. "Take a shower. We are going out,"

"B-but"

"No buts!" Wanda said as she sharply turned around to look at you. You shrunk to yourself and leaned against the bathroom wall. You have seen her with her eyes wide and nostrils flared. Usually it was for her brother but now you get why Pietro always does what Wanda wants.

He was right. Her eyes do glow red when she's angry.

"Y/N, I love you but for the love of God. Just do what I say,"

"Okay," You mumbled and Wanda sighed when she probably saw the puppy eyes you are sporting.

"I'll pick out your outfit and lay it out on the bed. We are going out tonight," She said with such finality that it just made you nod.

Welp. You guess that coding is for another day.

You flinched as you watched the people in the dance. Seriously, do they really have to grind to each other like that? You shivered at the thought.

You decided to look away and looked around. The club you were in is called Winter. One of the famous clubs located in Brooklyn. You have known about it and you knew it was famous. It was nice despite it having too many people. The interior was sick and drinks are exquisite. Despite being a tad expensive, your Wakanda paycheck can compensate.

Though you were still quite surprised by the line it has on a wednesday night. You also wonder how Wanda managed to snag you both a reservation for a booth in such a short notice. You don't question it once Wanda mentioned it was through her "connections". You guess being one of the best art curators in New York has its perks.

Speaking of Wanda, your eyes searched for the red head and instantly saw her grinding on a black skinned man in a suit. You raised a brow at that before you chuckled as you saw the bedroom eyes she was giving the man.

You plan to let Wanda have a good time while you keep to your beer and the fries you ordered. Then take her back to Manhattan and you go back to your Brooklyn apartment to continue the coding. 

Judging by the way she moved with the man, she is going home to someone's apartment. It was a good thing she chose Winter instead of Scorpion which is in Manhattan. Winter is only three blocks away from your apartment.

"Hey there," You jumped as a voice interrupted your thoughts. You looked up and blinked a couple times at the man that is now standing in front of the booth you were occupying. You blinked some more to see his features and you nearly recoiled at the sly smirk he is giving you.

"Uh, yes?" You didn't bother to hide your lack of interest as you took another sip of your beer as you went back to eat the rest of the fries.

"Alone?" The man asked, clearly ignoring your lack of interest.

"Nope, I have friends," You answered back to him and you didn't even bother to look at him as you took a piece of the fries to eat. Though it missed the target, as you were suddenly jostled until you felt the man sit beside you. You dropped the fries in shock as you immediately moved away from him until your back hit the end of the booth which is a wall.

"Great, you don't mind giving you some company?" He cockily said with a smirk as he turned his body to you. Now that he's closer, you were suddenly hit by a heady cologne and it nearly made you gag. You resorted to covering your nose with the sleeve of your jacket.

"I do mind and I'm not interested," You told him as you try to stick yourself against the wall. Your eyes alert to his every move.

The man only chuckled as he took a piece of the fries and ate it. 

"Playing hard to get?"

"No playing. I'm not really interested," You gritted out. "Go to someone who gives a fuck,"

The man clearly a dumb fuck, continue his advances. His arm laid on the table as he slid closer to you. His thighs hit your knees. You jumped at that and tried to pull down the leather skirt Wanda insisted for you to wear.

Where the hell is Wanda?

"You're feisty. I like it," He mused as his other hand finally touched your knee. You jerked it off but he laid it back over your clothed thighs. That made you freeze as you looked at him in fear. "You are too tense, baby. Let me help you unwind, yeah?"

"No!" You shout as you feel his hand trying to lift your skirt. You were so focused on what was happening that you didn't notice the music had lowered and a man standing behind him. You fight him off but the man is insistent and when he is about to lean forward to kiss you.

That's when you saw it.

A gleaming black and gold hand wrapped itself from the back of the man's neck. The next thing you know a crash had echoed through the club. It was dead silent now.

The man groaned in pain at the unexpected manhandling. 

If every eye is on the bastard, yours was to the man who saved you and a very familiar vibranium arm.

The image of the arm blueprints came to mind. The very same one you were working earlier that night though as you trailed your eyes from the arm to the owner. You can't help but gasp as pools of electric blue stare at you.

It was hard for a moment but it softened a bit as your eyes connected with his.

"Are you okay doll?" You blinked at his question. Still unable to move or even speak. You are just nearly assaulted by the vilest bastard and now you are facing a man that would probably be Wolfie that Shuri is talking about. Talk about unexpected encounters.

"Y/N!" Wanda suddenly came to view. Her eyes wide, probably sobered up quickly seeing your state. She crawled towards you in the booth and reached to look over you. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

You let Wanda touch you and check you over. You would grumble at her but you just had a whiplash moment. One moment you think that you might be raped at the middle of a fucking club and the next you are facing a man whose eyes nearly drowns you.

“Y/N!” You finally blinked and looked at Wanda. Your mind clears a bit as you finally take in the situation. You looked at her as she repeated her question.

“N-no, I’m okay” You managed to stutter out. “B-but he touched me,”

“Where?” The both of you looked at the sharp and hardened voice. The man with the vibranium arm still stood there, the softness in his expression was still there as you looked back at him but anger was vibrating off his body. 

“M-my thighs and k-knee,” You continue to say. The man’s eyes darkened as he looked down at your body. As if trying to see any bruises or traces but he must have found something because he turned abruptly. Wanda moved to pull you out of the booth. You shakily stood up and leaned your body against you.

You can clearly see now the man is on a hold of the dark skinned man that Wanda was dancing with before. He had a chokehold over the man who struggled against it. Wolfie, you decided to call him inside your head, walk— no— stalked towards him. Like a predator going after his prey.

The club is awfully quiet now as the patrons watch but you didn’t have time to think about why he had so much hold over the club when you heard a shout of pain.

Your eyes turned to see Wolfie ramming his fist against the man’s right knee making him buckle.

“You don’t fucking touch a woman if she says no,” You heard him grunt out after the punch then he did another punch on the other one. This time an audible pop can be heard and the people gasp. You however were stunned in silence.

“You don’t fucking force yourself on someone,” He grunted out again. Then he breathed deeply as if composing himself while he fixed the lapels of his suit jacket.

“Lastly, you don’t break a fucking rule in my club,” With that he deliver a solid kick to the man’s head rendering him unconscious. The dark skinned man let him go, undisturbed by the act of violence. Once the bastard is slumped over the ground, Wolfie casually motions for someone. Two men both long haired, one blonde and one raven haired picked the bastard. 

Wolfie then looked over at you, not caring about the stares he was getting from people as he walked back. His eyes became softer every second he neared you. 

“The show is over— the next drink everyone orders is in the house for the inconvenience!” Suddenly the dark skinned man spoke and then the crowd cheered as the music flooded the club.

Wolfie finally reached you and Wanda. His electro blue eyes are just there watching your face.

“T-thank you,” you managed to stutter out. Though, you winced a bit at the loud sound of the music. Wolfie must have noticed it because he was already motioning for his men before he turned to you. 

“Why don’t we take the both of you to the VIP room? As a compensation for the inconvenience,” You turned to Wanda not knowing what to do after this. Wanda looked back to you also unsure. The instinct to just leave and let the night be is strong but you are quite curious about Wolfie.

“Also, I don’t want your Wednesday night to be a waste. You guys just came in an hour ago, let me treat you guys some drinks, yes?” He insisted. 

Wanda looked at him and then at you. Wait an hour ago? Has he been—

“It's up to you babe,” Wanda asked you and you looked at her then back at Wolfie.

“Okay,”

The two of you were whisked away to the VIP room. You finally got yourself together as you and Wanda settled down the plushed seats. The VIP room looks far different from the club. Maybe it's more well lit and not filled with those LCD red and blue lights that continue to flicker.

The loud pounding sounds of the club is effectively cut off as soon as the door of the room is closed. Wolfie asked the dark-skinned man that you later on will know as Sam, to guide the both of you. He said he still had to personally take care of the bastard that assaulted you before disappearing towards the door the two long haired men took him. You briefly saw another tall blonde man joining him.

“If you need anything just holler at me out there,” Sam said as he waited by the door. You shakily nodded and sat down while Wanda offered the man a smile.

“Thank you Sam,” Wanda said in a tone that you would have teased her about if you are not still recovering from shock. Sam caught it and chuckled.

“You owe me a dance, beautiful,” Sam said and Wanda giggled.

“I should get your number then,” Wanda answered back and your brain finally caught up as you looked at her incredulously. Trust your best friend to still flirt with a guy even in these situations. You can’t help but chuckle. “You know so I can cash it in anytime,”

Sam chuckled as he sauntered— yes, he sauntered— towards her as Wanda pulled out her phone. You saw Sam quickly put a number in and gave it back to Wanda.

“I’ll be waiting then,” Sam said and then looked over at you. “We might also be seeing one another more often,” He mused and without any further explanation he left the room. 

Wanda then looked at you with raised brows. “What does he mean by that?” She asked as she sat beside you again. Her arm immediately wrapped around your shoulders as you leaned against her.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” you told her as you looked down at your hand unsure if you should tell Wanda that you might actually know but you are not entirely sure if you—

“You are rolling something inside your head, spill it out,” Wanda said.

“Okay– I might know him. Remember when you barged into my house on a Wednesday night and demanded to go—”

“I didn’t demand, I already told you about it yesterday—”

“--- I know, I know— anyway, I was working on a coding for one of our VIP clients and the guy’s arm, the one who saved me, it was the same arm in the blueprint,” You told her and Wanda stared at you as you finished explaining. "He's Wolfie," You decided to tell him the nickname you gave him.

"Wolfie---" Wanda started but ultimately shook her head. She knew how weird things are in your head and she decided not to ask about that. "Nevemind-- but are you saying he’s one of your company’s clients?”

“Probably? I don’t know!”

“Do you even know who he really was?”

You now looked at her confused. “You know Wolfie?” You asked. Wanda’s eyes widened. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed as she leaned back to stare at you in disbelief. You just looked at her confused.

“What is it?”

“Do you seriously don’t know who he was? I thought you knew him!” Wanda exclaimed. "Of course, if you knew him you wouldn't be calling him wolfie." She grumbled as an after thought.

You shook your head suddenly and very confused. “No! I didn’t know who he was. Do you think I keep up with the socialites of New York?!”

“You should because he is on the top of the food chain!” Wanda told you.

“On top of the food chain? You mean he’s like the mayor or something—”

“Babe, he is more than the mayor or the governor of New York city. He runs this whole city, he owns several clubs. Didn’t you honestly hear of him?”

Okay, to be fair, you might be tech savvy between the two but you don’t really keep up with any news outside of your work. You can tell Wanda who is the best leading tech scientist and inventor. You can even fucking recite the whole function of python and how you can code a robot to do your bidding. But you are not that adverse with the business world and anything like that. Hell, you only heard of the Kardashians like a few years ago (Shuri had a field day at that).

So, No, you don’t know who the hell that handsome, blue eyed stranger was. You just knew he is probably the VIP that you are doing the code for.

“If I did, it would be obvious Wanda. Just tell me who he is?!”

“James Buchanan Barnes,” A voice interrupted the two of you. You both jumped to see the very man you both are talking about. Your eyes widened to see him out of his coat and only in a long sleeved button up. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. The shirt barely kept it together as it fit his biceps perfectly. He stood tall too as has his right hand on his pocket while the vibranium arm you saw earlier tonight rested beside him. His hair was a bit long, swept back away from his face.

His eyes are staring down at you with a smirk. “You never heard of me before, doll?”

“I-I don’t really keep up with anything outside work,” You stuttered. You felt Wanda clutching on to you a bit tighter.

“S-sorry about her not to know who you are Mr. Barnes–”

James cut her off with a chuckle as he fully entered the room. Sam and a blonde man right behind him. The sound of the club was effectively cut off once the door was closed.

“No need for that, it's quite refreshing to find someone who doesn’t know me,” He moved swiftly, making you and Wanda instinctively sit down. James walked over until he was beside you.

“May I?” He asked as he motioned for the seat beside you. You nodded swiftly too caught up with staring at his face. Gosh, Y/N, is this your first time seeing a handsome man?

“You really don’t know me, doll?” James asked again, amusement swimming in his eyes as he looked at you now that he was comfortably seated. You turned towards him completely.

“Sadly, yes?” It came out more like a question and that earned a chuckle from the three men in the room. Wanda is oddly quiet. “B-but kinda?” You hurriedly added and that made James raise a brow at you.

“Kinda?”

“Yes, I— ugh,” Your eyes went to his vibranium arm and pointed at it. “That,” You supplied as if that would explain everything. James looked down on it before he lifted it up for the both of you to examine.

“This? You know the arm but not the man himself?”

You sheepishly rub a hand behind your neck. “I um, I work on the coding of that,” You told him and recognition flashed before his eyes.

“Foxy” As soon as it was said, you can’t help the involuntary groan that came out of you. You can now hear Wanda snickering behind you.

“Oh gosh, I hate when I hear that name,” You grumbled.

“Well, you asked Shuri to keep it that way,” Wanda supplied and you turned to her, missing the amusement and wonder that is now on James' face as he watched you interact with Wanda.

“She kind of forced me to keep the name. She’s my boss after all, can I really say no to her?” You told her.

“So you are the developer that Shuri has been telling me to meet,” James mumbled and that made you turn back to him. Your eyes wide. Shuri talked about you to him? “I knew you were special the moment I saw you walked in my club tonight,”

“You saw me?” You squeaked out and James chuckled. Slowly he lifted his vibranium arm, his eyes silently asking a question. You don’t know what he was actually asking you but you nodded. Thankful that he was this way compared to the bastard. Consent is actually sexy if you ask yourself.

He reached out to touch your cheek delicately. You were quite shocked at the warmth that the arm had emitted. It must have been one of the latest updates you put into the program of the arm together with Shuri’s tech.

“How couldn’t I? You don’t exactly look like you wanted to be here,” James chuckled out and that involuntarily coaxed a reaction out of you. You pouted as you remembered the coding you forced yourself to leave behind.

“Well, you’re not wrong about that,”

“Y/N!” Wanda scolded you and you turned your head to look at her but it was stopped by the vibranium hand. Making your cheeks squish a bit still you persisted. Not wanting to back down.

“You took me away from my computer. I was coding for Wolfie and I am in the zone,” You grumbled as you pouted not even noticing how James didn’t remove his hand and instead caressed your cheeks as you spoke. Though he tilted his head when he heard a nickname. Wolfie huh?

“I told you, you are too cooped up.”

“Well, if you left me alone, this wouldn’t happen,” Suddenly the air was sucked out of the room and now you realize your words. Your eyes widened to see Wanda looking guilty. James let you go as you moved to take Wanda in your arms.

“H-hey, I'm sorry. It's not what I meant,” You sighed as Wanda crumbled in your arms.

“I-I shouldn’t have left you alone. I-I”

“It's nobody’s fault but that bastard,” James offered as the two of you looked over at him. He offered an apologetic look. “My club is supposed to be the safest place. We do not tolerate those kinds of bastards.”

“Yeah, it's nobody’s fault,” You agreed with James as you looked at Wanda who sniffled. You reached up to wipe the few tears that came out. “Also, it's unexpected really. I never attract any guys with what I am wearing,” 

You spoke that so casually that made all four people in the room taken aback.

“Y/N–”

“You are selling yourself short, Doll.” James once again cut Wanda off who was about to jump into a scolding that you knew all too well. You finally turned back to James and looked at her confused.

“I’m not,” You told him indignantly. “I am not selling myself short. I know I’m decent looking but come on,” You lifted the jacket and shirt you were wearing. “With this shirt and jacket, It's not a surprise the bouncer in front asked for my ID just to be sure I’m not under 18. It would have been enough to keep men away,”

James looked over at you before he chuckled. “Doll, you really don’t know the effect you have huh?”

You still looked at him confused. Momentarily forgetting that you are possibly in front of one of the dangerous men in New York judging by the way Wanda called him that he was on top of the food chain.

“If the words that are coming out of your mouth are—” you clear your throat as you try to deepen your voice. “---- Doll, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve seen. I wouldn’t have noticed you if you weren’t—” then you revert back to your original voice. “--- I don’t want to hear it,” You abruptly stood up and took a deep breath. 

“Thank you for saving me earlier but I think me and my friend would be leaving,” You told him and proceeded to drag Wanda who started to protest. 

James didn’t do anything as he let you, his eyes watching your every move. He can only chuckle while the other two men just look at you impressively.

“Usually, girls throw themselves at me,” James drawled as he leaned back at the cushions as you stopped short. “I like you, Doll,”

“You don’t even know me,” you told him as you turned around to look at him.

“Maybe I will, soon.” he told you as he lifted his vibranium arm. “Now that I know you are foxy,” 

You bit your lip at that. “I won't meet up with the VIPs. They are too stuck up and I am not the kind of person to even bother with them,”

James only chuckled amusedly. “That’s the reason why,” He answered, totally far from what you are discussing, that you looked back down at him confused.

“What?”

James only looked at you, mischief swimming in his eyes now. “That’s the reason why you are a beautiful doll. You are feisty little one,”

You just narrowed your eyes at him. Gosh what is it with handsome people with egos the size of New York? Why is all the egotistic and dangerous men have the most beautiful eyes you had ever fucking seen– stop it Y/N.

“We’re leaving,” you only declared. Not wanting to stay a minute longer or else you would melt with his stupid words—

“You owe me, Y/N.” Your hand froze, hovering above the door’s handle as your name came out of his mouth. You bite your lip as your stomach does a flip at the sultry tone. He repeated again with a hint of amusement now. You took a deep breath as you turned towards him.

“Now I owe you? I thought it was your club’s fault that this happened to me?” You asked, clearly not thinking about your words. Your tone challenged and James picked up on it as he stood up.

“I can just compensate you with a free drink but I decided to take you in my VIP room which was actually reserved to one of my highly valued customers,” James explained as he looked around the room. “This cost around 1700 dollars at least,”

Your eyes widened at that. You might have been doing a decent job at Wakanda and receiving enough wage to live your lifestyle and support your mother but damn. 1700 dollars for only a fucking room? You could have bought groceries with that kind of money plus new games for you PS5 and PS4.

“I-I didn’t ask you about this. You offered,” You retorted as you crossed your arms over your chest. Not wanting to back down. Gosh, you should have walked away now you are going to be dead somewhere in the ditch and forgotten. 

You felt Wanda silently reprimanding you, asking you to stop answering back or both of you will be dead but it seems like James is entertained.

“You got me there, Doll.” He said as he moved forward until he stood right in front of you. You stiffened a bit as you saw him towering over you. Despite wearing platform boots (courtesy of Wanda), you had to look up to be able to see his face. “How about I get your number and I’ll make it up to you, besides you don’t know me either.”

You stared back at him. “I think I know enough,” You mumbled to him but James shook his head.

“Not enough, Doll.”

“You’re dangerous,”

“Not with me doll,” He countered as he pulled out his phone and offered it to you. You blinked down at it. "You're safe with me,"

“What if I don’t give it to you tonight?”

James chuckled at that. “New York is small. I know it like the back of my hand, we’ll bump to each other,”

“I didn’t exist in your periphery until today and I have been here for more than four years now,” You told him, trying to stand your ground. You are that stubborn and it is supposed to have wear him down but James is just finding this fun.

“You did exist, Doll.” He lifted his vibranium arm again. “I just knew you as Foxy,”

You purse your lips trying to think. Half tempted to petulantly call him Wolfie. The nickname you had decided to call him from now on. Dead or not.

“Just give your damn number Y/N,” Wanda hissed at you as you glanced at her by the corner of your eye. “Don’t fight him on this please. I would like to live for another day,”

You sighed. You snatched his phone and decided to put your number. Your personal one and then offered it back to him. He took it making sure his fingers brushed yours, you jumped at the contact. If he noticed, he only smirked at you.

“Don’t call me too much. I might not answer,” You told him and James just smiled as he saved it up making sure you see it.

Foxy 🦊

“Let’s see, Foxy.” He mused and you nodded before you turned around. As you reached for the door, a thought came to you and slowly you turned back to him.

“What did you do to the bastard?” You can’t help but ask and James’ face turned serious for a moment before he only offered a smirk.

“You don’t have to think about it. It’s already been handled,”

“Like dirty laundry?” you asked and James raised a brow at you. You might have been oblivious to his identity but you knew how the people that are involved in some things or even the socialites handle problems. They disregard it like Dirty Laundry. Something you don’t talk about.

“Yeah, something like that,” He drawled. The Brooklyn accent is heavy on it as he regards you with an intensity that makes you blush. You nodded.

“Right, we are going.” You said as you grabbed Wanda’s hand and turned to the door. “Don’t make me regret giving you my number Wolfie,” You told him as you walked out. Deciding to throw another caution to the wind. You missed seeing James' eyes sparkle at the nickname.

“I’ll make sure of it Foxy,” You heard him call out.

Gosh, what did you get yourself into?

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[alittlebitofwonk]

I love the duality of my Tumblr home page, because following is Bee with book recommendations and “old school” Twitter bullshit, Neil Gaiman with writing advice and words of wisdom, Wolfy’s The Magnus Archive livethreads, Shubble’s absolutely lovely and cozy aesthetic reblogs. Varied and interesting and fun!

The tags? Ethoslab’s setup from hell. Mean Girl MumboJumbo. ATLA ships I didn’t know existed. The strangest takes I’ve heard in my life from both Hermitcraft and ATLA. The Ides of March™️. Basically a nightmare blunt rotation that keeps getting worse.

#I love and hate this site in equal measures #there’s also a lot amazing fanart within both #I think my favorite I’ve stumbled across is Doc in a Jessica Rabbit esque dress

[queenofbaws]

Hey Queenie! Hope you're having a pleasant day! :) For the fandom meme: G, N and X

G: Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

i do not remember, but god help me, that's...probably for the best. i could absolutely be making this up, but if i had to guess, it very well could have been mario/peach???????? 🤣 i remember having notps long before otps, if i'm being honest, and i remember my first notp no problem, and that was cyclops and jean grey, so. there's that.

N: Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

WELL. these are all obviously 110% personal preference things, but man i just. i wish there was more strictly gen fic out there. shipping's a big part of fandom, CLEARLY, and i have no issue with that in the slightest, but i would, for my own purposes, love just. a groundswell of straight up-and-down gen fic where romance wasn't part of it.

i'd also L O V E to see more grungy, gory horror. like, dissection of the gorgeous, beautiful horror setups supermassive gives us. i'm a horror nut first and foremost, and i'd just be in my glory if there was more, just...gruesome horror work out there. bloody drips before ships, that's the queenie motto!!! (it's not. don't quote me on that.)

and then finally, going against my first point - because i'm a very, very complicated individual and sometimes the things we want don't line up perfectly all the time - i'd love to see more people join me in the beautiful delusion that dr. hill and the curator have been married for the past 30 years. on and off. they got divorced a couple times. they're working on it. they're fine. ;P

X: top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

time to meet...THE SQUAD! none of the following characters have ever done anything wrong in my eyes. except for the ones who did something wrong. but then they did it wrong in a funny way, so it doesn't count. unless it does. but it doesn't, because i love them.

ashley brown, sam giddings, bobby hackett, conrad manofmedan, fliss dubois, matt taylor, max brinly, kaitlyn ka, and of course WOLFIE!!!

fandom asks!!!

#theartofdreaming1 #asks #d'aw hey there! i'm hangin in there - i hope youre having a lovely day yourself!!

[meldgaardraynor64]

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[imnotwolverine]

Wolfie’s Fic Recs | Anguish and Angst

ANGUISH AND ANGST FICS - Ready for some tear jerkers? Not-so-sweet dreams are made of these fics, so get your tissues and comfort blanket ready. 

🖐 WARNING: NSFW + anxiety inducing content beneath the cut 🖐

Break-ups & Heartbreak

@emyearns probably knows exactly what my first breakup looked like, because.. *ugly cries*. Get your tissues ready for Ghost Of You. [Mike x reader]

August sees the one who got away in No More Tears by @littlefreya [August Walker x OFC] - And I love-love-love that this is written from August’s POV! ❤️

Wearing a man’s sweater gets a whole different meaning after reading this heartbreaking fic by @emyearns. Coffee and Ink [Walter x OFC] 

Ready for some songfic breakup sadness? #11 Captain Sy by @onlyhenrys [Syverson x reader]

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Unrequited Love

Sy’s being a fool and he realises it too late. Soldier On by me. [Syverson x reader]

Henry’s a dick in this one. And you simply had Enough of always being there at the ready as his best friend. By @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

Would you walk out that door? This angsty prompt’s got you all kinds of frustrated. By @onlyhenrys

I wasn’t sure whether to place this here. But a child’s love is love too. Geralt secretly watches a family have a picnic and the kid is apparently not afraid of monsters. Highway to Hell by @wendimydarling [Geralt of Rivia] 

Let’s take a little bit of a breather with a mildly angsty, but mostly very fluffy fic of friends-taking-way-too-fucking-long-to-become-lovers. Stolen Kisses by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x OFC]

This fic is probably the pinnacle of unrequited love; it’s got slow-burn, angst-turns-fluff-in-the-end and Henry being an utter fool in the love department. (Ps. I haven’t completely caught up with this fic, so NO SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS DAMNIT!)  Chances by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x OFC]

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Nightmares & PTSD

If you want angsty dreams followed by hot, craving smut; Stay and read this fic. By me [Henry Cavill x reader]

Waking up in a hospital bed with a strange man beside you. It’s a setup I wish was a full length fic, but alas..Short but mighty. Emotion challenge - Anxious by @onlyhenrys [Walter Marshall + reader]

Nightmares wake August, but you're there to guard him when the storms outside and in get too dark. Prompt with August by @onlyhenrys [August Walker x reader]

More nightmares are kept at bay in this gorgeous little fic by @littlefreya. Angel Can You Hold Me [August Walker x OFC]

More nightmare-having bulky dudes? Marshall’s life isn’t all roses and sunshine, even when he’s caught a pretty thing in his bed. Can’t You Stay A Little Longer by @onlyhenrys [Walter Marshall x reader]

The more cutting the hurt of your past, the harder it is to open up to new people. Henry has walked on eggshells, but now finally wants to know what’s up. And if words can’t form on lips, perhaps they can..on fingertips. Please Don’t Leave Me by @wendimydarling [Henry Cavill x reader]

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It’s a Hard Knock Life

I can’t be the only LotR-nerd who got elf!Geralt vibes when watching the Witcher. So let me give you some impossible love, anguish and Middle Earth hardships in When In Dreams [elf!Geralt x human!OFC] 

You’re not sure whether Charles will return, so the last few hours with him are Sad indeed. By @onlyhenrys [Charles Brandon x reader]

We’re all having a hard knock life with the pandemic going on. So let Marshall give you some sweet care in Pandemic Anxieties by @promptandpros [Walter Marshall x reader]

Between the lines of smoking hot Superman sex, you’ll feel bad for him. Because as morning comes, life goes on. Alone. On the road. Where he hopes he’ll find yet another hot shower and a bed for the night. Convenience by @wendimydarling [Clark Kent x OFC]

Had a bad day? Henry will give you clear instructions on how to relax in: Your Voice by @peachyvulpixie [Henry Cavill x reader]

You play with the locket to your heart when Walter returns, gunpowder in the air. Despite your anniversary and all things good, you just know something’s up with him. Unnamed Marshall piece by @writernerd23 [Walter Marshall x reader]

Falling Again follows struggling AU!Henry dad as the bills keep piling and life just won’t feel the way it did when his wife was still around. By @deathonyourtongue​ [AU!Henry Cavill] 

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Depression & Body Consciousness 

Depression is a bitch, but Henry isn’t. When Words Fail, he’s there. By @princess-of-riviaa [Henry Cavill x reader]

Failing to conceive is painful, terrible, heartbreaking. And unfortunately not even the big bear can’t make it better. Feeling Challenge: Sad by @meowpurrbooks [Henry Cavill x reader]

More conceiving sadness is there in Negative, by @oddduckthatgirl -- some Christmasses just truly suck. [Henry Cavill x reader]

The loss of your husband still crushes you and his best friend, Syverson, even a year after his passing. Get your tissues ready, because this is one big ol’ tearjerker; A Soldier’s Heart by @onlyhenrys [late husband x reader + Captain Syverson]

You feel like the new life within you is the last thing Napoleon wants in his life. A Mistake by @coloraturadiva [Napoleon Solo x reader]

Good love is accepting that change is part of life. And loving one-self is often the hardest, especially when those changes seem to pry you apart from Henry. Comfort by @promptandpros [Henry Cavill x reader]

An insecure woman meets a man in the club. But this man’s not like the others, not one bit. Unexpected by @nuggsmum​ [August Walker x OFC]

Sometimes even burrito blankets can’t give you comfort. Nor your favourite show, nor anything really. Depression truly is a bitch, especially when Henry’s away. Stuck In Your Head by @inlovewithhisblueeyes [Henry Cavill x reader]

Faye’s text messages in this fic still crack me up every time, though they sure make for a stark contrast to the burned latkes and big tear fest -- it’s a good thing Marshall is a big fluffy care bear. The Great Jewish Cook-off by @inlovewithhisblueeyes [Walter Marshall x reader]

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Corruption & Death

Walking on woodland trails you find something naive to Corrupt. By @emyearns. [angel!Mike x reader]

August has died many deaths, but still he craves One More Time - just so he can be with her. By @thetaoofzoe [August Walker x OFC] 

Our great master of angst and death suffers, and makes the world suffer, once more. There Cannot Be Peace by @killjoy-assbutt-1112 [August Walker x reader]

Okay, so this one’s on AO3, but I’ve loved it ever since first reading it. Geralt hears of Jaskier’s death and realizes a thing or two as he tries to come to terms with it all. It’s Like I’ve Gone Off To The Coast by adhdbuck [Geralt + Jaskier] 

Napoleon finds himself in a hospital, not sure what to feel as he waits for doctors to give him news. The News. Any news. Grief by @promptandpros [Napoleon Solo x OFC]

The king of corruption is defiling an angel without wings in Black Tears, by @littlefreya [August Walker x OFC]

When death comes knocking, Geralt realises his annoying bard isn’t one he wants to lose. Did You Mean It by @thecomfortofoldstorries​ [Geralt x Jaskier]

Sometimes good things come to an end, but Henry just doesn’t want it. Not even when the doctors are losing hope. The Call: Irresistible You by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x OFC]

August Walker is the perfect kind of nightmare material. Especially in this terribly hot angsty smut piece by @hope-to-hell: Dream State [August Walker x reader]

This gorgeous impressionistic piece includes raspberry mousse, blood, scarred hands and August Walker. Into The Storm by @hope-to-hell [August Walker x OFC]

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Need a little lift-me-up after all these tear jerkers? Short Sweets is a fic rec list with a bunch of completely innocent and utterly lovely fics which will keep the bad dreams at bay ❤️

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If you have any good recommendations that fit in this list, please add in the comments or reblog! 

( Fan art by me 😊)

#Wolfie's Fic Recs #angst #henry cavill fanfiction #clark kent #Henry Cavill fandom #august walker #Walter Marshall #geralt of rivia #grief #anxiety #depression

[woogyu]

A World Tinted Gold | Mingyu; Chapter Three

Kalon; beauty that is more than skin-deep

streamer!y/n x werewolf!mingyu

notes; werewolf au, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, mentions of an animal attack

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summary; The only werewolves you encountered were the ones living inside your video games. They were nothing more to you than mythical creatures you often had to kill in order to complete objectives. You had a good thing going with your online gaming setup. Your supporters were kind and usually tipped well during streams. Sure it meant you had to deal with the occasional creep sliding into your DMs, but it was worth it. Playing games online was putting you through college. Little did you know your quiet life was about to be turned upside down at the hands of someone you didn’t think existed outside of the virtual world.

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Mingyu loved the feeling of earth between his paws, the soft sounds of birds and other creatures around him. Part of him was glad Seungcheol had asked him to take patrols. Being out here was a way for him to clear his head, forget about any disagreements he had with others in the house. He forgot about all of that and could let out his pent-up energy and frustration. Today he wasn’t dealing with any negative emotions, he was mostly trying to forget about whatever feelings you were stirring up in his heart.

He dug his claws into the ground and leapt forward, making the familiar trek along the perimeter of their territory. His senses were alert for anything out of the ordinary, ready to leap into action if anything strange were to appear. They were lucky really; their pack was situated in an area where there weren’t any hostile packs around to challenge them. They lived their lives in peace for the most part, sometimes chasing away the occasional wolf without a pack. In all the hundreds of times he had run this same path he had never encountered a threat, but he knew that could change in an instant.

He sniffed the air, catching an unfamiliar scent, his ears perked up and strained to see if he could hear anything around. Unable to hear or see anything in the dense forest, he followed the scent through the trees. When he came to a small clearing he paused, surveying the area around him. He stayed far enough back so that whatever it was didn’t notice him, moving laterally to try and get a better look.

His eyes widened in surprise when he saw you there in the middle of the woods, his heart swelling. He didn’t know what was coming over him, but he felt a profound shift in his emotions, his inner wolf clawing to get closer. The warmth that overtook his body was overwhelming, and he swayed where he stood, his whole-body aching. None of his pack had experienced finding their mate before, but he had heard about it from wolves in other packs. He knew it couldn’t be anything except for that. Suddenly all the hours he spent glued to his computer watching you perform mundane tasks began to make sense.

The feeling didn’t fade, but the initial hit to his senses dissipated after a few moments. He took a hesitant step toward you, eager to see what you were doing all the way out here in the woods. From what he could see you seemed to be filming something. He had to stop himself from letting out something akin to a wolfy chuckle as he watched you waving your hands around, an overwhelming fondness settling in his chest. He didn’t know how long he stood there, silently watching you repeat the same motions over and over. The whole time he was struck with just how beautiful you were.

He was too distracted to notice the additional scent entering the clearing. It was only when he heard a loud growl coming from the other side of you that the fog invading his brain began to recede. He blinked a few times, moving toward the clearing before he was fully aware of what was happening. When the unknown black wolf came into view he tensed, his entire body on guard. There was another wolf threatening his mate.

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You prepared yourself for a pain that never came. You were sure that wolf jumped toward you, and yet a blow never landed. You peaked out from behind your hands, your eyes widening when you saw a different sandy coloured wolf tackling the black one to the ground. Snarls and growls ricocheted around the secluded area and your entire body told you to use this opportunity to run far away from here. You couldn’t bring yourself to move, your body frozen as you watched the two wolves snap at each other. The sandy coloured one was slightly smaller than the black wolf but had more muscle.

The battled for dominance, seemingly evenly matched. The sandy wolf tried to pin the darker wolf beneath him, while the black wolf kept snapping its teeth toward the other wolfs jugular. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the two wolves fighting mere meters from your feet, you should move, you should run, and yet there you were, too caught up in it to move. You found yourself tensing whenever the black wolf got close to getting its teeth around the sandy wolfs neck. You told yourself it was because you didn’t want the creature protecting you to be harmed, but deep down you knew there was more to it, you just did not know what.

You gasped when the black wolf sunk its teeth into the sandy wolf’s shoulder, tossing it to the side where it slammed into a tree. A whimper left your mouth when the black wolf rounded on you once again, licking the blood from its lips as it stalked toward you. You scrambled onto your knees, moving to try and get back on your feet to run.

This was why you didn’t come out to the woods, there were probably hundreds of things here that could kill you without breaking a sweat. You should have shot down Ciri’s idea, told her that you didn’t want to do it and remained in your bed. So many things passed through your mind as you came face to face with the fact that you might not actually survive this day. Tears pricked your vision as you scrambled to try and get up, fear causing your body to be stiff and unresponsive to your attempts.

You didn’t see the sandy wolf shake off the damage it had taken and round on the black wolf once again. Just before the lighter wolf could engage the black one again, the darker wolf lashed out with his claws. You cried out when you felt claws sink into the back of your calf, burning pain searing through you as you turned and tried to push the creature away. You starred down into the vicious red eyes of the black wolf, its jaw tense as its claws dug further into the muscle of your leg. You tried to yank away from the beast, but it was futile, the wolf was too powerful. You were sure that this was the end, the next thing that the wolf would go for would be your neck.

The sandy wolf let out a terrifying growl, its teeth tearing into the black wolfs shoulder. The darker wolf was pulled from you, its claws dragging down your leg as it was throw away from your body. You bit back a curse as pain overwhelmed your senses. The adrenaline coursing through your system was the only thing keeping you conscious right now, the only thing preventing you from passing out. A few tears slid out of your eyes as you focused on the still very active threat in front of you, the black wolf was injured but far from incapacitated.

The sandy wolf filled your vision as it took a protective stance in front of you, fangs bared and body tense. You could see blood staining the fur of its back-right leg, a frown settling on your lips.

You had no idea why this random wolf was protecting you, but you were grateful that it was. Just as you prepared for the black wolf to jump out and attack the sandy one again, two more wolves emerged from the trees snarling. They flanked the sandy wolf on either side and starred down the black wolf. The dark wolf must have realized it was outnumbered because it let out an angered growl before turning to flee the clearing.

You sucked in a deep breath, the adrenaline fading from your system now that the threat was gone. The pain from the wound on your leg invaded all your senses and caused your vision to waver.

Once it was sure the black wolf wouldn’t return the sandy wolf turned on you, whining a little as it slowly approached. You stiffened in fear, wondering if maybe the sandy wolf hadn’t been protecting you but battling for prey. Your leg throbbed as you tried to move to stand. Wrong plan, as soon as you placed weight on your leg you cried out and sunk back to the ground. The sandy wolf let out a more pronounced whine, slowly creeping toward you with its head lowered.

You paused for a moment, watching the animal’s strange behaviour with a raised brow. The other two wolves stood motionless behind the sandy wolf. It didn’t seem like they were going to hurt you…

You reached a shaky hand out toward the light brown wolf, watching with shaking eyes as it moved to bump its head against your hand. You sucked in a sharp breath, prepared to have your hand bitten off, but were only met with soft supple fur against your fingertips. You hesitantly let your fingers slide through the wolfs fur before it straightened its head. You felt a tongue lick along your palm and laughed a little bit. This had to be some strange dream or hallucination, there was just no way a wolf was this docile…right?

The sandy wolf moved its head from you to motion toward its back. Did it want you to get on? Where was it going to take you? This was crazy, you weren’t seriously considering climbing onto the back of a wolf, right? What other options did you have, you couldn’t walk, and that black would could come back at any time to finish the job.

You used the wolfs body as a crutch to pull yourself to your feet. You clenched your teeth as pain exploded along your leg, trying to move it as little as possible as you pulled yourself up onto the wolfs back. Once in place the wolf took off into the trees, the motion causing your already tired body to give into whatever small amount of safety this creature was providing you.

The wolfs body beneath you was warm and comforting, and you slowly relaxed into the creature’s plush fur. You weren’t entirely convinced that this wasn’t a dream, but the throbbing in your leg served to remind you that you were not asleep. Sleep, your body loved the idea of that right now. You felt your eyes close as you clung to the wolf’s fur. Your mind screamed at you to stay awake, what if this wolf was taking you back to its den for supper? Your body didn’t listen to whatever argument your head was making, the warmth enveloping you was too tempting to ignore. You let out a content sigh, causing the wolf beneath you to release a rumble that resembled a purr.

The world around you blurred before slowly fading to black. You couldn’t explain why you felt comfortable around this creature that could easily turn you into a snack, but you did.

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[sanchoyo]

danny phantom 14-20 thoughts!! I finished up s1 :D these last few eps were actually really really good!!!

-did. did tucker really just say esperanto was a dead language only spoken as a secret code between geeks. google says around 100,000 people actively speak it. oh my god...it being an auxiliary language doesn't mean its 'just for geeks to speak in code' ...it helps bridge gaps between people who don't have a language in common...

-danny really isn't pulling punches when it comes to fighting the ghost-cop possessed people huh. like he SLAMMED KWAN INTO THE CONCRETE SO HARD. HE THREW PAULINA INTO A BILLBOARD. will that...I mean it WOULD carry over to their bodies non-possessed, right? like if the ghost piloting their bodies gets hurt?? itd be so upsetting to be possessed, lose time, then wake up covered in bruises (and possibly, broken bones??) real horror movie stuff im sure wont be addressed in any way

-tuckers parents seem nice! I like them :)

-WULF IS CUTE AND I FEEL BAD. im so glad the gang realized he was only causing trouble bc of the shock collar walker put on him and helped. also, him wearing that big hoodie with the hood on, and thinking its subtle. we can tell youre still a giant wolfie :) THEN GETTING SUCKED INTO THE PORTAL AAAAH :( anxiously waiting to see Him Again....

-DANNY BLASTING HIS PARENTS THINKING THEY WERE OVERSHADOWED LMFAO GET THEIR ASSES. maddie marking how many ghosts she gets with lipstick tallies on the side of her portal gun? kindaaa iconic tho. (ALSO, SHE WAS LIKE, 2 FT AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT AFTER SHE TRIED TO SHOOT HIM. HOW DO YOU NOT RECONINZE YOUR OWN SON??? like sure, he might have diff hair/eye colors. but like, if one of my family members dyed their hair, and was wearing contacts, its not like id be like 'wHO IS THIS STRANGER!!!' ...he still has all his facial features!! same everything!!! I hate it here)

-paulina being #1 girl realizing danny's a friendly ghost immediately. smart queen. lancer and kwan ran away right after he made this sweet baby face at them:

which is hilarious.

-ok. im not saying his bullying is JUSTIFIED, but. dash looked so pleased with the (cute!) poster he just painted, and danny comes thru the wall and spills paint on his nice letterman jacket. his anger is justified maybe 65% of the time so far...(not the way he handles it, but STILL.) at least lancer is stepping in!! and them making a silly little bet was...cute?? until dash pulled out his GROSS UNDERWEAR AND SAID DANNY WOULD HAVE TO EAT THEM???? WHAT THE FUCK MAN. TUCKER WAS SO RIGHT ITS FUCKING WEIRD TO CARRY THOSE AROUND EWWW. THIS KID IS UNWELL. lancer was right, his animatronic setup was SUPER IMPRESSIVE?? hes actually pretty creative. danny meanwhile is stealing the fright knight's design...I hope dash is taking art classes or smth with his sports

-fright knight is the most bestest ghost so far i LOVE THAT DESIGN. I am biased towards knights, and characters with swords, but he fucks so severely. and should sue danny for copyright infringement for stealing his design for his haunted house. if some 14 yr old broke into MY house and stole MY sword, id also be pissed. his evil winged unicorn rules too with its FANGS. and he just CAN SHOVE THE PORTAL OPEN WITH HIS HANDS??? is he the strongest ghost weve seen so far? idk but hes my fav. SOUL SHREDDER IS SUCH A COOL SWORD NAME TOO. ANY NAMED SWORD ALSO FUCKS. 'flaming bedsheets of DEATH' funny king. ALSO he was polite to dash and tucker when just asking for directions and telling tucker 'oh maybe, just a suggestion, maybe be nicer to me and be more respectful :)' I LOOOVE HIM.

-I noticed this in the Ember ep, but jazz has an electric guitar in her room!! talent musical queen!! its cool to see hobbies just in the bg.

-fright knight's murder castle reminds me of the booby trapped murder castle in zexal!! another supposedly 'for kids' show with murder/trap castles! we love that. if you are a dp fan reading this, give yugioh zexal a try. its also got 13-14 year old protags and involves (alien) ghosts. the cardgame is just a vessel for the plot, which is really good. (I just want more people to watch my fav yugioh, man)

-danny. with a SWORD.

-danny doesnt NEED TO WIN this contest, dash didnt STEAL HIS DESIGNS AND STEAL A SWORD. he also got excited to hear lancer got sent to a dimension with his worst fears too just so he could win the contest? DANNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! BRO MAYBE YOURE 14 AND HAVENT FULLY DEVOLPED YOUR WHOLE BRAIN YET, BUT...THATS FUCKED. this kid casually says the most deranged things, I do worry for my spooky son. once again, therapy needed. that judo toss was great tho. I wonder if he actually did pick up some martial arts stuff from his mom?

-danny can fly 112 mph!!! thats so fast! I love the lil montage of him and his friends testing his abilities and stuff, very cute and a good way to showcase what he can do by now and how much more proficient he's gotten from ep 1!!! I'm sure he's going to get more abilities :)

-im glad...maddie's at least TRYING this ep. I do feel for her because her husband is a man baby. but the fact it took 16 episodes to get a kinda semblance of any kind of real concern or attempts at bonding. hmm. jack's 'BACK OFF SHES A MINOR' @ the ghost trying to attack jazz. also was very funny. and him wanting to make an action figure of her? are the parents redeeming themselves to me? slightly. they gotta Work Harder

-THE GHOST. IS FLYING. THE PLANE.

-fenton machete. but she doesnt carry a PHONE??? ???

-I mean I expected vlad when you namedrop him earlier in the ep, and also the title card picture, and dalv corp being fucking vlad backwards. but seeing him just pull up on a golf cart made me bust out laughing. WITH the gift baskets prepared. why wouldnt you at least be suspicious. also, if he wants danny to be his lil sonboy, why is he so fucking malicious?? dude you are going about this in such a bad way. stop it. get some help.

-maddie not even hesitating to drag danny out. fucking good. danny is so right, go on the internet to date. get a cat. how do you spend...how many years?? has it been since college?? at least 20, right, since the parents/vlad are in their 40s? hung up on ONE girl. my god, man. incel drama queen. her kung fu IS impressive, but dude. 'we both know hes a creep' SO right. it sucks but they do need a phone and shit being in the middle of NOWHERE. also, just stealing his helicopter was great. <3

-'you must be exhausted carrying the weight of that mistake you made years ago' 'well we all make mistakes. maybe I'll make one now!' WHY DID THIS EXHCHANGE SEND ME. AND VLAD WITH THE BREATH SPRAY EWWW BITCH. 'OLD BAIT BREATH' SOO RIGHT. both danny and his mom playing him HAHAH hes so dumb. or rather, I think he thinks with his emotions too too much and is...actually pretty gullible? lmao he believed danny was ready to give in SO fast. (which is sad hes that hopeful, like you have SO MUCH MONEY YOU COULD EASILY GET ANOTHER GIRL WHO HAS A KID. AND WOULD WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND BE SUPPORTED. GET OVER THIS (1) WOMAN ALREADY IM GETTING SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AAAAH)

-GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR. it was also in the title card, but I still got very excited. we love bears here

-SAM'S BAT SWIMSUIT COVERUP!!! her outfits are simply iconic.

-'i'd tell you to go to the mens room, but I don't think you qualify' top paulina transphobic moments. :( and him wearing a tanktop to the swim park? hmmm! (actually I think she was overshadowed by then, so, KITTY top 10 transphobic moments??)

-kitty just piloting paulina around makes me feel SO bad tho, paulina's gonna wake up and be like 'wtf do you mean I was dating this rando' like youre leading danny on to make johnny jealous, and also just POSSESSING POOR PAULINA. dude take your relationship problems ELSEWHERE. last time we saw them, they seemed like such a cute couple!! wtf johnny!! I mean, she sucks for trying to make him jealous, he sucks for looking at other girls...maybe they need a break, but Not Like This. or, you know, just. better communication...

-and the A-listers having a full packet and a stamp system. who organizes this. kwan fucking owning being the new danny though, this is hysterical. THE TUCKER/KWAN FLOWER FIELD TWIRL. UNIRONICALLY ADORABLE. and him giving it his all for the poetry slam. bless his HEARTTTT.

-Star owns. actually, all of the extra characters are shining this ep and I love it.

-INVISO-BILL??? NOOOO THEY DID HIM SOO DIRTY. DANNY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY.

-johnny and danny bein friends and staging a fake fight (which danny takes too seriously, once again this child has aggression he NEEDS TO WORK OUT) I hope these three stay friends, I said it before but danny needs more friendly ghosts to hang with.

-at this point, Danny's ghost enemies are a lot like, I dunno, batman's rouge gallery is the first thing that comes to mind. they all have their own gimmick and unique designs, but most of them are easy to beat after learning the Moral Lesson. I still get excited when any of them show up again, though. 18 is another valerie episode!!!! :D skulker really said you two will get along if I have to handcuff you together <3 and the gym teacher really said, youre married now, have a flour baby! ngl, I'm not really watching this show for the shipping stuff (which I am very scared to look at the fandom for after I finish this watch through- I feel like there's probably discourse/arguing about ships...) but. I'm gonna put my opinion out there. valerie/danny > sam/danny. maybe I just really love the enemies to lovers trope. And the secret identity stuff adds Extra Flavor.

-SKULKER JUST HAVING THE BOX GHOST AND DANGLING HIM BY A STRING. HILARIOUS. and him watching them with binoculars and making his silly little commentary. AND MAKING THE SACK BABY CRY. LMAO. THIS DUDE IS A BABY KIDNAPPER. skulker is super fun

-danny, you just...collapsed the water tower. and then attacked the nasty burger machine...mascot thingy...out of anger..I KEEP SAYING HE'S GOT ANGER ISSUES BUT. HE REALLY NEEDS A LESSON IN MANAGING COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! So does valerie!! They're both pretty focused on each other. I mean it's good of Danny to say he's trying to make sure PEOPLE don't get hurt, but... (I mean I guess it's not something 14 year olds WOULD worry about, but as an adult im like, who's going to fix that? how much money will that take??)

-TUCKER MAKING BANK. and sam and tucker being super emotionally attached to their flour baby and being pretty good parents. that's cute...also him just straight kissing her and being like. WAIT. O_O JDSKAFHD. his mom baking them into cookies was the funniest possible result. tbh I dont feel like this is on tucker, if anything the other kid's shouldve been more responsible! He was just taking an opportunity to get that $$ which I respect

-Danny being more understanding of Valerie's situation in the end (helping her at her job, too, and trying to keep that a secret for her!!!) And seeing them work together this ep, and also her letting phantom get her out of the ghost zone...was very sweet. LOVE that. more valerie eps pls

-me when I realize vlad's big stupid house exploded because of his own carelessness with changing the ghost portal ectofiltrator or whatever: *pointing and laughing*

-me when I realize it means he's gonna go make danny's life hell for it somehow: >:(

-SCOOBY PARODY!!! I feel like there's gotta be some scooby doo/danny phantom crossover stuff, right? also, 'guys in white' men in black wishes

-'oh, that's right! dad married the love of your life! you're bitter and alone!' DANNNNNYY GET HIS ASS ONCE AGAIN WE ARE POINTING AND LAUGHING AT VLAD

-'jack, you captured the ghost boy!!' UMM. he did nothing <3 'we have a weapon's vault??' YOU HAVE A WEAPONS VAULT??? and jack didnt put a handle on the inside. of fucking course he didnt! why would you leave that to your son!! or expect him to clean YOUR LAB when its where you work with probably dangerous chemicals and weapons and hes 14!! give him normal chores, like, I dunno, vacuuming, laundry, dishes...CMON. I hate it here. But I'm glad Jack is more chill about danny while he's a ghost, and willing to work with him for this ep. AND. I DID ENJOY JACK PUNCHING VLAD IN THE FACE. AND GENERALLY JUST OWNING HIM. the ghost punchy fists are actually amazing. like yeah, just punch a ghost in the face. that rules.

-ep 20 opens with the coolest fucking ghost lady design. her tattoos can come off and fight. MA'AM. I like ur nose ring and your cape maam hello 👉👈😳

-sam's grandma is hilarious and the most valid member of her family and I love her. thats my grandma now. and tucker covering for sam by dressing as her. thats true friendship <3 also skipping school to go to a goth circus. just bestie things! sam's parents are haters but for all the wrong reasons.

-'my family has controlled ghosts with this for generations!' WAIT. WAIT FREAKSHOW /ISNT/ A GHOST? I didn't expect that...he's just a fucked up guy controlling ghosts? anyway watching danny shoot at police cars and rob banks while mind controlled. its like, the most stereotypical 'bad' things lmao. (tbh an evil ghost circus troupe is a sick concept)

this gives off big deviantart emo edit vibes

(I'm going to assume evil circus reaper danny has a lot of fan content. people love an edgy au, except this one is canon (even tho its via mind control...having the protag go evil otherwise might be hard, I guess?) but au where he stays with the troupe...that has to exist, right?)

ANYWAY. excited to start s2!! lowkey surprised by how many notes some of these posts have gotten. I've gone back and tagged them all with 'dp thoughts' so they're easier to find on my blog! ^^ and I will probably possibly do (more) fanart on my art blog after I finish the watch of the whole show, so like. @sanchoyodraws follow my art blog :)

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

[wol-fica]

-𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖-

parings - imaneanys x fem!reader

summary - you come home from a long over-seas trip to finally reunite with your girlfriend.

warnings - fluff! and a cat!

an - decided to redo one of my old fics, hope everyone enjoys!

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A shaky breath left your lips as you stood at the white apartment door with a custom wooden welcome sign on it. You had just arrived home from a long business trip abroad, but you didn’t think it would be hard to enter your shared space with your girlfriend. 

You gripped the handle of your suitcase while holding your key card up to the secure door. One of the many things about living with someone who has such a large name, the security measures of your living space is very high. 

You sighed, rolling your tense shoulders, before swiping your card to unlock the door. Pushing it open, your dragged your luggage inside, kicking the door closed behind you. You inhaled the familiar scent of home, consisting of lavender and white chocolate. 

As you moved further inside your apartment, the realization of finally being home slowly came to. Your tired eyes glazed over the comfy living space, your lips twitching seeing the slightly golden glow of the summer sun. 

You found yourself dragging your feet to your bedroom, the noise of a very intense valorant game could be faintly heard from the streaming room down the hall. You let out a yawn, setting your bag neatly on the foot of the bed so you could unpack your clothes with ease. 

As you unpacked, your new kitten Beau curled up next to your suitcase, watching you with his blue eyes. You smiled meekly and reached over to pet him, your fingers gently scratching behind his ears. 

“I missed you too, bud.” You said as he purred deeply.

Eventually, you finished your unpacking and put your bags away in the large walk-in closet that you shared with your infamous girlfriend. You looked on her side of the closet, squinting slightly at the section devoted to her fluffy sweaters. 

One stood out to you, a large grey, white, and blue long sleeve with the word POKI written on the front. It was her merchandise, ironically your favorite of her clothes, and you always found yourself ‘borrowing’ it from her. Like right now, you had pulled the article over your head, relishing the soft fabric rubbing your skin. 

You eventually left the closet, walking back through the bedroom and into the hallway. A voice could be heard, along with laughter that made you light headed. Your hands gripped the neck of the sweatshirt as you brought it up to your face, smelling the calming aroma of your significant other. 

You glanced at the photos on the wall as you made your way towards the streaming room. The moments frozen in time showed you with your friends, and her with her friend. The youthful smile on her face seemed to glow and radiate happiness out of the picture. 

Your legs brought you to the door, but you paused before entering. You could hear your girlfriend yelling in frustration as her game commenced, probably annoyed with a stream sniper spawn killing her. 

“Why can’t we just be left alone?!” She whined before laughing in a playful way. 

A faint response could be heard, probably from her other teammates on a discord call. You closed your eyes, quickly basking in the sound of her voice, before quietly opening her door to reveal a sight you could never get tired of. 

There, curled up gently in her chair, was Imane. She was dressed in black leggings and a pink lilypichu hoodie with the words “stay comfy” written in black on the front. Her feet were tucked under her legs, the flufffy grey socks she wore peaking out. 

You watched in awe as she laughed and cursed out the screen as she died again, her frustration clear. Her voice was blurred out as your eyes shamelessly scanned her face, lingering on the specifics. 

You could mesmerize her easily, like with how the way her nose scrunches up when she giggles, or how her cheeks were a rosy color from all the yelling she is doing. Her honey brown eyes glowed with warmth while she talked to her chat, commenting on how they gave her tips. 

You cleared your throat, hoping to get her attention without having to go in the cameras view or hearing, but you were unsuccessful. Glancing around, you couldn’t seem to find a solution to catch her eye, so you opted for plan B, you would have to interrupt. 

You waited patiently, watching her close out the game to just chill with her fans for the next half-hour. She talked for a bit, then paused to drink some water.

‘This is my chance’ you thought.

You slid forward, silently making your way over to greet her. As soon as she st her bottle down, you made your move. Reaching out to turn her chair, which made her squeak in fear, you quickly fell into her lap and buried your face into her neck.  

For a moment, the world was still; your arms wrapped around her neck as you finally felt at peace. You were home, and you had her back. 

“Oh my god Y/n.” Imane gasped, immediately pulling you closer to her. 

You sighed in contentment, your y/c eyes trailing over the joyous chat messages. Everyone was either shocked or excited to see you, the screen being spammed with ‘omg Y/n’ or ‘wait what she’s back’ and even ‘lmfao poki squealed’

“God i missed you.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to her exposed shoulder. 

“Me too! You are never leaving me for that long ever again.” She declared, tightly wounding her arms around your waist. 

You giggled at her statement but nodded feverishly in agreement, shivering in her embrace. Imane kissed your cheek, nuzzling her face against yours in an attempt to make you warmer. You started to get comfortable until you heard the sound of a subscription ping, which made you jump. 

“Oof sorry love, i forgot about the stream.” Imane whispered into your hair, holding you tightly. 

She reached over to her mouse, saying a quick goodbye and a wave, before ending the stream. She stood up, gently setting you on your feet whilst taking your hand. The two of you made your way to the living room, where you ended up curling up on the couch while watching some cop show. 

You felt content, especially while the summer sun glowed on your happy life. 

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[abizarreyodelingincident]

Our Nightly Confidant 4

War Games

Warriors needs fresh air.

The hand resting in the crook of his elbow is soft, but its grip is threatening to cut off the blood circulation to his hand. The pain has steadily numbed as the ladies exchange thinly veiled insults about this or that province and this or that financial ruin.

He used to like this.

The attention, the admiration, the glory! When did it start to taste like ash in his mouth?

If his queen heard that thought, she'd have another one of her brutal truths for him. 'When war stopped being a game and became a duty.'

When he realized that not even being the Chosen Hero of Courage would shield him from the game. That it made him twice the target every other soldier was. When the bodies of fallen comrades couldn't go past the numb exhaustion that took him every evening.

“Lady Farosh, Lady Ordonas, if you'll excuse me for a second...” he says, flashing them his flashiest smile.

Lady Ordonas brings out her fan to hide her rosy cheeks and agrees with an obvious giggle. Lady Farosh, whose fingernails are on the verge of piercing skin, delays her reply by the barely polite amount of time.

“Oh, Captain Link, you cannot abandon me so swiftly,” she tries, eyes flickering to her father, an esteemed general in discussion with Impa.

“But of course not, only a second to freshen up.”

The instant she releases him, he pulls away and bows. Though, despite his instincts screaming at him, he doesn't run a straight line for the glass doors of the Queen's ballroom. Lady Farosh would take it as an insult. He weaves through conversations, dropping the minimum expected of him here and there, snarks at a Legend that looks ready to murder Lord Lonnayru (and Warriors wishes him to succeed), never touches a drink or bite offered that he did not pick for himself, and eventually reaches freedom.

The cool night air is a balm on his skin as it strokes his hair and face.

Even the small, military tents he's slept in during the campaign didn't feel half as stifling as that ballroom. And some of the tents, he couldn't even stand up inside!

Above, the moon shines its silvery glow down to the garden's fountain. With the ball in full swing inside, no one walks the peaceful path of stone amidst the roses and the arches. Shame. It's a beautiful place. His first stroll there had been a pleasant experience, though not his first conversation with his queen. Impa had chased away the rest of the escort and glared the patrolling guards into submission. Any attempt to bargain had been met with stony silence and a dare to prove themselves worthier of the Queen's protection than her Sheikah general and mentor.

Warriors stops by the hedgerow. If he focuses, he can see the spot where Zelda sat down, where she picked a rose for him, and pinned it on his breastplate.

They had had hopes for the future. Have. He still has hopes. Don't get him wrong. But he's a little more tired than he used to be. Where had the time gone?

'Captain Link, I must introduce you to my daughter.'

Must. Must. Must. Always a 'must', never a 'may'. Duty traps him and the wild beasts know it. They sniffed his blood long ago, and he can only ever bandage the wound so much before it becomes infected.

Traipsing around with the heroes of previous eras is a blessing and a reward that Hylia offered him. A thank you, he feels, and perhaps the beginning of an apology.

“You shouldn't be out there on your own, Captain Link.”

Those are normal words, spoken with careful reverence. Nothing about them should bring his walls up this quickly. But Warriors is no longer accosted by the common soldiers. Hasn't in a long time.

The cracks on his heart spread just a little further. Deeper.

“Someone might try to hurt you, sir.”

The reverence is gone.

And the spear points straight at his chest.

He doesn't have time to bring out his sword.

A snarling mass of fur tackles the traitor, and by the time Warriors can react, the cry of fear stops abruptly. In its stead is a steady gurgle, a fading wheeze. A limb that thuds against the garden grounds.

Warriors doesn't flinch. He's seen worse.

Once his prey has been deemed sufficiently mauled, Wolfie turns to him, muzzle dark with blood, and worry clear in his eyes.

“Good boy,” he says, absentminded, a hand ruffling through the beast's sinfully soft fur.

It's a testament to his companion's state of mind that no warning growl responds to the familiarity. Warriors doubt he would hear it anyway. He's staring at the dead body.

The guard was young. Maybe... Hyrule's age. He must have hated the war, if he'd gone to the front lines. Hell is hardly enough of a description for the dance of bodies and hacked limbs. He had probably lost a brother or a father or a cousin to the fighting, if he was earning his keep in the Queen's castle at that age. Maybe Impa had taken pity on him.

“Simple-minded fools who can't resist basic mind magic,” Warriors repeats, a wobbly chuckle in his voice.

Wolfie noses his hand, and the little shock of cold and wet jolts enough that he can avert his eyes from the traitor. Defeated, the events of the night all playing on loop, he drags himself to a secluded spot by the hedgerow. One from which he can see people coming, with his back to the branches. Wolfie plops down next to him.

“Mind magic. What I wouldn't give for that to be the case,” he confesses to the wolf-like companion. “Hylia. I'd take cowards over this. I'm not asking them to fight my battles for me. Not even fight by me. Just...”

His fingers curl into his scarf. Holds onto the lifeline.

“I just want to be able to turn my back on the people I protect. Is that really so much to ask for?”

Soft fur fills his sight. He ought to resist the urge. An officer must be strong. Cannot let the soldiers down. Fear spreads like wildfire. One spark, and the whole army goes up in flame.

He knows this.

He knows, and he sobs anyway. Farore, please, just for an instant, allow him to be weak.

He buries his face in Wolfie's shoulder, relishes the warmth and protection that comes from the sacred beast. It doesn't matter that some blood splatters might stain his official knight armors. It doesn't matter that for a split second, he doesn't scan his surroundings for exits, potential ambushes and traps. He gives the taut ropes of tension inside him just enough relief.

Until he pulls back.

Sniffs twice, wipes his face once and plasters the charmer smile.

“I'm alright, Wolfie... I'm alright.”

Wolfie doesn't buy it. Makes an inquisitive little whine. A question.

His hand trembles in the fur. “I am. I will be.”

Wolfie turns, quick not to notice one's tears. Strange for a wolf, but he doesn't pounce on their weaknesses. They trust he never will.

Silly as it sounds, there's more than a few noble daughters in that ballroom that could take lessons in civility from Wolfie. At least, in his presence, he doesn't feel like a bloody piece of meat dangling in front of a pack of wolves. Now, that's irony.

“You know... you kind of make me miss Midna.”

Warriors jumped back when Wolfie suddenly straightened, his eyes laser focused.

“Yeah, I know her,” he said, feeling a hint of a real smile. “We have a statue for her in the Temple of Souls. Hell of a woman.”

His hands went to his sword the second his ears picked up a low growling noise, only to realize it had come from Wolfie. Was... was their canine companion protective of the Twilight Princess? Or, Hylia forbid, jealous? Goddess, that was too cute.

“Shh, don't alert the others,” Warriors said, hands held in front of him in mock surrender.

Wolfie, with very Hylian-like intelligence, puts a paw first on his muzzle, then scratches one of his ears. It's a good point. He'd know first.

Warriors relents before Wolfie starts nipping. He remembers Time's mud bath. “She mentioned you too. Called you her favorite pet.”

He hadn't know what disgruntled looked like on a wolf before, but now he had the perfect picture. No wonder Midna had loved to tease him.

“She went into battle with this shadow spell. Wolf-companions.”

Wolfie's interest shifts into disguised wariness. There are hints that he might like to pull back a bit, but Warriors' hand remains firm on the back of the wolf's neck.

“Called her main one Rinku,” he adds, waggling his eyebrows. “Reminds you of something, huh?”

Wolfie blinks. Then blinks some more. He's almost completely frozen, like he has no clue what to make of that information. Or is trying to choose the right way to react. And when he does, Warriors bites down on a burst of laughter.

The puppy eyes. The good boy smile. It's worrying how they almost work.

Almost.

Warriors keeps a sly grin on his face and waits. He's in no hurry to return inside the palace.

It takes another change of beat in the music coming from the ballroom before Wolfie gives, and shadows swallow him.

“Since when?” Twilight says, sighing.

Warriors' smirk is immensely punchable, he's aware. He loves to live dangerously.

“Are you implying that I would deliberately play dumb so that one of my fellow Hero of Courage would act like a dog when he doesn't need to? That I knew from the very beginning and asked Wild to take pictures for posterity? For shame, Twilight.”

A vein twitched under Twilight's jaw. “No, I wasn't implying that. I was saying you're an asshole, Wars!”

Warriors fails to dodge the lunge, half-paralyzed by muffled chuckles. The momentum throws them on the grass, and there's a split second of disorientation before his back hits the ground, and a weight lands on his chest. A heavy weight. Goddesses be good, the farmer lifestyle paid, huh?

“Twilight, move your fat ass.”

The mullish expression on his brother's face would have made a raging moblin sweat. “No. We're still doing this. I have a great track record, and I'm not letting you narcissistic goatfiddler break it by being your usual self. Talk.”

His eyes widen in alarm. “Really? This is the setup? Me, suffocating, and you, thinking of a place to hide my body. What is this, a deathbed confession?”

“You could have had the amazing emotional support of everyone's favorite wolf. But noooo, you're too good for that, so spill. Better be fast, because I had double serving of Wild's chili. Gives me gaz like thunder.”

“You. Wouldn't. Dare.”

The silent glare he receives is all Time.

Warriors squirming renews. “Farmhand, I will skewer you on the Master Sword myself if you don't-”

“Why would you go off on your own like that? We were all in the ballroom. You could have gotten any of us.”

“Let's not reverse the roles here,” Warriors hisses, one eyebrow raised. “I'm not the one playing double-life around our group. You can't talk about trust when you constantly hide in plain sight. You want trust? You tell me why.”

The boyish, almost light air between them breaks. Guilt blooms on Twilight's face. He can't meet Warriors' gaze and doesn't even try.

“... It's Dark Magic.”

“I couldn't care less. I've fought amongst noble fighters with dark magic and against monsters with the opposite. Next.”

Twilight's ears droop slightly. It's dog-like, and amusingly fitting for a moment of hesitation. Every second that passes without a word hammer the fact that 'dark magic' is the surface excuse for Twilight's shifty dealings about their group. Warriors tries not to be angry. Twilight did just save his life with that very secret.

“I've had...” Lips mull the words for a few seconds. “Mixed reactions.”

Warriors feels himself frown. “Mixed how?”

“You know me, the country boy, raised in the small farmer village lost in the woods. Country bumpkins, the lot of us... You ever heard what they think of wolves?”

His breath hitches. Slow dread creeps on him. He hates the ease with which images come to him. He's never seen Twilight's hometown, never met any of his family, but he's suddenly overwhelmed by the idea of a mob of pitchforks and pickaxes held high, of dogs barking through the woods as a grey wolf scampers. Narrowly avoids a bear trap snapping its deadly maw on thin air instead of a limb. Overhears angry grumbling about making a pelt out of his skin.

They should be farmers, but he sees old faces instead. Soldiers. Commanders. Officers. Brothers-in-arms he's long trusted. Thought he could trust.

“W-what do they know about those majestic beasts?” he says, jokingly because he's afraid to let the mask slip an inch. (It'd fall a mile, shatter too hard for him to ever glue back the pieces.)

“My father threatened to skewer me,” comes the quiet admission, less than a whisper.

Warriors' heart squeezes. “Twilight.”

“Didn't know it was me though,” Twilight adds, failing at even a small smile. “To him, I was just this wild animal circling the village right after most of the children had been stolen. He... he only threatened me. Just words. Nothing like what you had to deal with.”

“The words are the worst part for me,” Warriors hears himself say. “I hear them in my nightmares, even if I forget what they tried to do. Couldn't tell you who came at me with a spear, with a sword, with a dagger. But I see their eyes in the mirror, the hate as they died.”

“The fear. The 'Get back, beast!' and the screams.”

“'It's your fault!'” Warriors repeat, the same tone that echoed in his head. “'You should have died instead!'”

Twilight's face twists, and there's a split second when Warriors thinks his heart will give out. Even the shadows of Twili magic can't compare to the darkness that covers the blue of his eyes. But Twilight turns his head to the side and spits in disgust.

It hits the traitor's cooling corpse.

“Bastards,” he says, venom lacing his tongue. “Should have made that last.”

He says, with blood all over his face , Warriors thinks dryly.

It's a sharp contrast, that violence on him. Twilight has always had that air of earnest, straightforward honesty. One look at him and strangers will put their trust in him without hesitation. He lacks the battleworn scars (at least where it's visible), is old enough to be taken seriously and his bumpkin accent breeds familiarity with most commoners they meet. Warriors himself has to deploy all his charms to get the same results, and he's still being glared at by a lot of the men.

They peg him a charmer, and not without reason.

“I don't like it either,” Warriors says, quiet.

“What?” Twilight replies, an eyebrow raised.

“The knight act, you know.” And before Twilight's mouth can drop – “At least, some of it. The game. The doublespeak. The mask. It all feels pointless sometimes.”

“I... really?” Twilight's baffled words hurt, just a little.

Warriors scoffs. “Yes, really. I'm not meant to play knaves and daggers. I'm a soldier. An officer. I'm meant to be out there, defending the kingdom I love. Inspiring the people to fight back against darkness, to stand up for their lives. To be at the front of an army, to lead as one amongst the great... it's incredible. It's what I was born to do, I know it in my bones. The act is necessary. But by the Goddesses do I wish I could live without it.”

He sees the way his meaning worms itself past Twilight's gaze, understanding dawning on him. “No matter where one goes, huh?” Sheepish ruffle of his own hair. “Is it something in the water?”

“Like they'd lower themselves to drinking water,” Warriors sneers, a smirk hidden underneath. “Wine only, my good sir. And only the finest year, from the finest yard. Vintage, my good peasant, it's all the vintage that shows breeding.”

“They do know that for everyone else, breeding is something you check for your horses and your dogs, right?”

“I... couldn't tell. I've stopped listening a while ago. I just nod and play my handsome part. It is the only use for a Hero once the King of Evil has been defeated, it looks like. I don't know if I even should call myself a knight anymore.”

“Wild was touched, y'know?” Twilight says, looking up to the moon. “When you called him an honorable knight,” he adds with a sigh. “He's always associated his life before the Calamity to knighthood, to that incredible soldier that had trained for a decade before facing his destiny. Someone whose shadow he chased for months, not realizing it's his own. You might have been the first to call his current self a knight.”

“He is!” Warriors near jumps to his feet. “Wild may be unorthodox, but he is a loyal, devoted man that served Hyrule to the best of his ability despite having lost everything but his life to the cause. Most generals in my army could not even measure up to his standard.”

“Should have seen the look in his eyes when I mentioned it.” There's a hint of sadness beyond the pride and joy of this memory.

He hates the curdling feeling that brings forth. “Remind me to knock a couple of heads together next time we visit his Hyrule, would you?”

Twilight's chuckle is fond, gentle. “Yeah, that's what I meant. I never thought to tell him in those words. To me, he was always good enough. But you saw that side of him too. You know what it's like to want it. I can't relate that well to this, but... well, anyone under your command has to look up to a guy like you.”

Hands ball into fists. Eyes drift to the corpse. “Not everyone does. Obviously.”

Twilight bumps shoulders with him. “I'm sorry, pretty boy. I'm sorry these assholes think they have any right to blame you. To resent you. You're an amazing leader. Much better than me. I... I honestly admire you and your skill.”

Warmth settles in his stomach. He can't... For a second, he needs to blink away tears.

“So he admits it.”

There's a wry, wolfish quality to Twilight's grin. “You speak a word of it, and you'll meet an unfortunate fate, Captain.”

“As if anyone but my Queen could make me fall in battle,” he laughs, pushing Twilight's shoulder, hard.

“Careful there.” His brother's grin sharpens, and the returning shove almost sends Warriors crashing into a bush. “You might touch my cursed stone, and then you'd be stuck as your true self. What would your queen think if she saw a plague-ridden rat try to command her armies?”

Laughter bubbles in his chest. “Be happy to send the rat to infect the goat-loving hillbillies before they spread out of their mudholes! Imagine the half-goat, half-hylians that would invade Hyrule!”

Twilight's gauntlets fall to the ground. Knuckles are cracked. “A'right. Someone needs an asswhooping.”

He could not stop smirking if the Goddesses ordered him to. “Bring it, dog-boy. I'll put a collar on you.”

Taunts, past this point, become superfluous. The breath they would waste could be better utilized trying not to die (lose) against this moblin (his brother) and his freakish strength (no, really, he pushes giant metal crates on ice, the goron-born idiot). The honor of Hyrule rests on his victory.

At some point, they roll over in the fountain.

This does not, in fact, stop their roughhousing.

                                                    ***

 “Should I ask why you both have black eyes and split lips when no one noticed any monster for miles?” Time wonders at his seconds-in-command. “While we were attending a ball?”

“No,” they growl with a ferocity to chill bones.

“Not fair!” Wind protests, to the nodding of most. “Why did they get to have all the fun?”

Ah, youth.

#Linked Universe #Linkeduniverse #LU Twilight #LU Warriors #LU Wolfie

[blairsanne]

In the Cards (5)

Big Wolf on Campus fanfic. Merton x OC. [Tommy also gets some pairings.]

Kalida and Merton spend some time alone, and Merton learns that she only likes happy-ending movies. Then the trio hang out together and study like good kids, eat chicken in the hearse, and try not to drown at the Factory. Typical night in Pleasantville.

Also on FF & AO3.

Chapter 5: Wings

Merton winced as his most recent enemy held him against a wall. "So, you're a giant bird woman. What's that like?" It screeched in his face, then started its hypnotic spell, eyes glowing green.

"She's going to get Merton!" Kali yelled at the wolf man, who had just come back on scene. She was being held back from the fray by Tim and Travis Eckert, who had been hypnotized by the avian monstress. Tommy roundhouse kicked the bird woman in the head, stopping her gaze's affect. She turned and levied another attack on Tommy, and the two wrestled violently while Merton shook himself off.

Merton started toward Kali, who shook her head violently. "Help Wolfy!" He hesitated, but ran toward the nest in the corner and started smashing the eggs the giant bird creature had laid.

Finally, Tommy got the elixir they'd mixed down the bird's throat. Its bloated belly swelled and popped, spraying the room with green slime and white feathers.

T'n'T let go of Kalida, furrowing their brow in confusion. "Where are we?" "Travis, it's the Wolf Man!"

They took fighting stances as Merton rushed over to check Kalida over for injuries. "I'm fine," she murmured, rubbing her sore arms as he wrapped his around her protectively.

Tommy ran off, not wanting to get into it with the Eckert brothers. "Yeah! You'd better run!" Tim turned and puffed his chest at Kalida and Merton. "Hey Dawkins, why don't you ditch the dweeb and let us take you home?" "No thank you."

---

"You busy this weekend?" Kalida nibbled at her toast while Tommy scarfed down a second bowl of Wheaties. "Just studying." "Wanna help out at the football team's Bake Sale?" "Sure. What do you need?" "Some volunteers for setup and takedown, baked goods, and ideally some cute girls to help sell them…?' She laughed. "Tall order. But yeah, I'm in." She smacked his upper arm playfully. "Anything for my favourite cousin." "I heard that!" Dean yelled from the living room. "Sorry!"

"Do you think you could talk Brett into having the student council run a booth?" Kali winced. "I… guess…" "Thank you." He dumped his bowl in the sink and kissed her forehead on his way out of the kitchen. "I owe you big time!"

---

At lunch, Tommy slid into the seat beside Merton. "Hey buddy." "Hey Tommy. You get those bird feathers off your clothes alright?" "Oh, man, I scrubbed for like twenty minutes. I don't know what Kalida did with her stuff, but that green gel is like glue." Merton nodded. "She still doesn't know it's you?" "I don't think so." "I think you should tell her. In sitcoms, hiding things always leads to crazy shenanigans." "I dunno, man." "What about the full moon?" "I figured I'd just stay at your place all weekend again." "And what explanation are you going to give for Kalida not being allowed to join us?" "Uh… Guy time?" He rolled his eyes. "Yeah I can just imagine what she'll think two guys need to be alone all night together to do."

Tommy scratched his head. "I hadn't thought that far. I need to deal with this weekend first." "Oh, yeah, Bake Sale. We're all good to go." "Thanks, man. I asked Kali this morning, too, so she's gonna run a table." "Oh cute, what's she making?" "I'm not sure. She's also going to pull some strings with the student council." "I thought she decided not to join it." "Nah, but Brett's got a crush on her. She's gonna convince him to help out." He batted his lashes at Merton. He cringed, uncomfortable. "Great."

---

After school, Merton was grabbing his things when Travis Eckert smashed the locker beside his with his fist. Startled, Merton dropped the book he was holding. "Hi fellas." Tim grabbed the book and held it out of reach when Merton tried to take it back. "What's the big idea, embarrassing us in front of girl Dawkins yesterday?" Merton sighed. "I didn't do that." Travis grabbed Merton and pressed him against his open locker. "You better watch yourself, Dingle." "I'll keep that in mind, thank you for the alert." He forced a wincing smile.

"Whoa, what's after-happening now?" Kalida's voice startled T'n'T, who both turned to look at her, improving their posture. Kali snaked around Tim, pulling the book out of his hands coyly. She batted her lashes at the brothers while subtly holding the book out to Merton, behind her back. "Are you two snail-trails harassing my new favourite person?" "Dingle's a dingus. You should hang out with real men. Like us." Travis licked his pinky and index fingers and smoothed his eyebrows down. Merton had to suppress a gag as he shoved his book into his book bag, rolling his eyes.

"Oh?" Kali tilted her head at Travis. "You know, Merton here single-handedly protected me from the Wolf Man last night, unlike some guys I know." "That's cheating! The Wolf Man has a thing against us!" "I'll pound that Wolf Man, then you'll see!" Tim flexed his arm muscles dramatically. Kali stroked one of his biceps. "You know, if you really wanted to be my new favourites, you could use those strong muscles of yours…" She pulled a flyer out of her back pocket and pressed it against his chest. "At the football team's Bake Sale on Saturday, to help us put the tents and tables up." Tim and Travis fist-bumped. "Yeah!" "I'll see you there then," she smiled, watching them walk off with renewed bravado. "T'n'T rule!"

She opened her locker, looking over at Merton with a smirk. "How about you, will you be there on Saturday?" Merton slung his bag over his shoulder, feeling irritated. "The Gothic Fantasy Guild is hosting a table, so yeah. You don't have to flirt with me to get me to help." Kali was stunned into silence as he pushed past her. "Alright then."

Tommy breezed up to her a moment later, grabbing things from his own locker. "You ready to go?" She took a deep breath. "Yeah."

---

The next day, Kalida went around taking bake sale pre-orders from people, wearing very short shorts and Tommy's letterman jacket. Merton nodded toward Kalida, tapping Tommy on the shoulder. "Was that your idea too?" Tommy grinned, shaking his head. "No, Kali suggested pre-orders 'cause some people won't come to the field on Saturday for the sale. She also had the idea to put it in the paper and the church newsletter." Merton nodded, watching as three guys flirted with Kalida, handing her money as she wrote down their orders.

"You alright, man?" "Sorry, what?" "You're holding your locker so tight your fingers are going white...er." Merton let go, pulling his hand toward himself. "I'm fine." Tommy raised his brows but patted Merton on the shoulder. "Well, I gotta go. Talk to you later."

Kalida finished with the group she was talking to and made her way over to the lockers. Merton gestured at her clothes. "Quite the marketing technique." "It works." She shrugged and opened her locker, swapping books. "Aren't you worried that people will think you're kind of…" He hesitated. "Floozy?" Kali rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I only have to live on the hellmouth for like five months of my life." She shut her locker and raised a brow at him. "Tommy asked me to help him, and this is the best way to do it."

He crossed his arms and leaned against his closed locker, smirking. "Aren't you going to try to sell me something?" She chewed her lip, looking him over. "Hmm, no. I'm pretty sure you said something about not flirting with you to get what I want…?" His face fell. "Come on." "Bye Merton." She smirked and turned on her heel, then sashayed down the hall.

---

The next day at lunch, Tommy was explaining to Merton that he thought the guy at their movie rental store was a vampire. Merton rolled his eyes, and looked around the cafeteria.

"I never see him during the day-" "He works night shift." "He's always recommending horror movies-" "Works at a movie rental place." "He's super pale-"

"Is Kalida in your uniform?" Merton squinted at where Kalida was chatting up the basketball team, DAWKINS and the number 13 emblazoned over her back. "Last year's, yeah. She turned it into a dress. Cool, right?" It was tight and short, and the basketball players were eating it up. "Yeah, cool."

Tommy resumed his dissertation about the movie rental clerk until Kalida hopped up to sit on their table. She posed toward Merton, holding a clipboard. "Dingle." Merton sat up straight. "Dawkins?" "I was thinking, since you called me a floozy yesterday, that you should really order something to make it up to me." "You called her what?" Tommy interjected, looking around Kalida at Merton with his hands up.

Merton pointed at Kalida and winced, struggling to reply. "Wh- I- Technically I didn't actually call you a floozy." She tapped his forehead with her pen and put on a fake voice. "Yes, you're right Kalida, I shouldn't be so rude to you. Of course I will buy your baked goods." She held a hand to her chest. "Why that's so nice of you, Merton. What kind of baked goods would you like to order?" She passed him the clipboard.

He rolled his eyes so hard it hurt, but took the sheet from her and looked it over. He signed up for a dozen sugar cookies and passed it back to her. "Thanks. Don't forget to pay me or Tommy by Friday." She blew him a kiss and hopped back off the table, approaching a group of girls in the food line.

Tommy snickered as he ate his chicken. "Hilarious." Merton threw a crouton at him.

---

Thursday night, Kalida spent hours in the kitchen with Tommy, baking cookies and preparing dough for the next day. On Friday night, the kitchen and dining area were completely overtaken by cookie-prepping stations and a dozen girls who had agreed to help out once they realized they'd be at Tommy Dawkins's house. It was an exhausting flurry of activity until they wrapped up the last batch close to midnight.

Tommy wiped his brow, closing the door behind the last of their guests. "Well that was intense." Kalida offered him a tired smile. "But we're done." She yawned. "At least for tonight. Gotta be up early to set up." She made a show of slowly punching his shoulder. "I'll make the coffee in the morning." She stretched her sore shoulders. "I think you owe me more than a coffee." He tapped his chin, narrowing his eyes. "Drive-thru breakfast?" "Like a real American."

---

When Merton pulled up to the school, he was surprised to see that all the tables and tents for the sale had already been set up. A swarm of cheerleaders and other girls were vying for space at the three tables being manned by the football team, and Kalida was helping Brett and two other council members set up their display.

"Merton!" Tommy called out waving him over, then pointed at the only empty booth. "Your table is that one there." Merton nodded, but didn't bother approaching the gaggle of girls he knew had no interest in joining him. He set to work unpacking the brownies and peanut brittle his mother had helped him bake the night before.

A redheaded freshman placed a long tray of cupcakes down on the end of his table. "Good morning!" Merton offered her a lopsided grin. "Morning Margaret. Thanks for coming to help." He finished arranging his goods and settled into his seat behind the table. "As usual you're the only guild member who bothered to show." She perched on the edge of her seat. "I have nothing but complete devotion." "Er, right."

"Special delivery!" Merton looked over to see that Kalida had brought over a black cookie tin. A piece of masking tape had been stuck over the top, Merton's name written with Sharpie. "Oh, right." He took the tin and opened it up, grinning widely at the contents. The sugar cookies had been cut into various themed shapes including bats and coffins, frosted accordingly. "Wow. Thank you." "I made yours special. Don't tell." She winked playfully.

Margaret made a huff sound. "You're that Dawkins girl, right?" Kali smiled brightly. "Kalida. Nice to meet you. Are you in the Gothic Fantasy Club?" "Gothic Fantasy Guild," she corrected, adjusting her glasses. "My name is Margaret. I'm Merton's assistant." Margaret stared down Kalida with a death stare. "Awesome. Thanks for helping out. I know the football team really appreciates everyone's support." Kalida glanced at Merton, feeling particularly unwelcomed by the younger girl. "Let me know if you need anything."

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Ten minutes before the sale was set to start, people started piling into the parking lot, some to pick up their orders and others to have a look at what was available. Soon everyone was caught up in the scramble, trading baked goods for wads of cash. Merton looked up at one point and noticed that a couple near their booth was making out. He grimaced and looked away, only to see another pair farther away doing the same thing. "What the-" He saw a flash of gold fall down from the sky and hit an old woman, who immediately started groping at Tim Eckert. He followed the trajectory back up and gaped at the sight of a middle-aged man in a pink leotard. Large red wings flapped and kept the man airborne. "Creepy Cupid?" He held his hands up in disgust and confusion. Another arrow pierced through the tent and hit Margaret, who got up and started making out with a junior boy from the debate team. He looked over to see that most of the cheerleading and football team were making out with each other, and Kalida and Brett Johnson were locked in a tight embrace.

He ducked under the table and tried to think of a way to knock the winged man out of the air. Tommy ran up and joined him, wolfed out. "Merton! What happened? I went to the bathroom and came back to… this!" He peered out from under the tablecloth, pulling a face at the many unpleasant displays before him. "I think to stop Cupid you're supposed to take his bow or quiver." "The arrow can?" "Yeah, Tommy, the quiver. But he's in the air." "So let's get him down." "Any ideas?"

"Yeah." Tommy grinned and hopped out from under the table, grabbing a couple of Margaret's cupcakes. "Hey, Stupid Cupid!" "Ooh, a werewolf." Cupid pulled another arrow back. "Stay still, doggy!" Tommy whooped a cupcake at Cupid, nailing him in the face between the eyes.

Cupid's arrow loosed and landed a few feet away from Tommy. He threw another cupcake while Cupid wiped frosting from his eyes, this time aiming for his wing. A few more connected shots was all it took to get Cupid to land behind the bake sale booth. Tommy pulled the quiver from Cupid's back, smashing it on the asphalt. "What's the big idea?" Cupid picked an arrow off the ground and shot it at Tommy, who barely dodged. "Okay, so not the quiver!" Tommy lunged and wrestled Cupid. The two struggled until finally Cupid had Tommy pinned beneath him, holding the bow to his neck, strangling him. "Night night, doggy." He was hit in the side of the face by another stray cupcake.

"Pick on someone your own size!" Merton yelled. Cupid looked over at him with confusion. "What does that mean?" Tommy used the distraction to pull the bow from Cupid's hands and smack him across the head with it, knocking him out. Tommy scrambled up and broke the bow against his knee. Cupid poofed into a pile of red heart-shaped confetti.

Tommy ran off toward the school to calm down and change back before anyone noticed him wolfed out. Merton took a deep breath, trying to ground himself as he noticed the would-be couples slowly pulling away from each other in confusion.

He pushed through the crowd toward the Student Council table and approached Kalida, who was sharing a confused look with Brett. "Hey, Kalida, could you come here a sec?" She nodded slowly and followed him back to the Gothic Fantasy Guild table. "What did you need?" "Just some help at our table." He motioned to Margaret, who was off exchanging numbers with the Junior boy. "Oh, sure."

She looked around to see that people were buying cookies again. An older man approached and she sold him a package of Merton's brownies. "Did something happen?" She rubbed her head, feeling like she'd forgotten something important. "Yeah…" Merton fidgeted and helped an old lady, who told him he should get some sun. "You guys took care of it?" Kalida counted change. "Yeah, I'll tell you about it later. But everything should be fine now."

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Monday at lunch, Merton pulled a coffin cookie out of his cookie tin, then put it back in his locker. Kalida was chatting away to him about how well the bake sale did as she arranged her textbooks. "They have more than they were trying to raise now, so they're going to give the leftovers to the cheerleading team." "That's great." He shut his locker and leaned back against it as he watched her gush. "Tommy said they've never had such a turnout before." "It's hard to believe none of you remember what happened." Kalida grimaced, glancing over at Merton. "It's kind of creepy."

Merton straightened up, looking past her. She turned around as Brett approached her. "Oh, um, hi Brett." "Hello Kalida. I wanted to… that is… about Saturday…" "Oh," Kali lifted her arms up, wincing. "You don't have to-" "I hope I didn't give you the wrong impression-" "No, really, I-" "I think it's best if we're just friends." "Yeah, I agree." "Okay." Brett put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed, giving her a sympathetic smile. "As long as we're on the same page." "Yep." Merton watched as Brett walked away, secretly relieved that he had rejected Kalida.

Kalida waited until Brett was around the corner before she let out a loud snort, covering her face. "As if I was ever interested in him." "You weren't?" She lowered her hands and shook her head. "Nope. Not my type." She shut her locker and adjuster her book bag. "So… what is your type?" "Well…" She chewed her lip. "Actually-"

Tommy wrapped an arm around her, then Merton, leading them to the cafeteria at his sides. "Come on, I'm starving! You still have any of those cookies?"

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Chapter 6 here.

Chapters: 1&2, 3&4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

#bwoc #big wolf on campus #merton dingle #tommy dawkins #merton x oc #wow I wrote this so long ago

[halequeenjas]

What the Howl || Harsh & Jasmine

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @notsoharsh & @halequeenjas SUMMARY: Jasmine hears through the grapevine that Harsh is a hunter. She hires him to take out the Cù-sìth occupying the backyard of one of her listings. CONTENT: Gun use

Living in White Crest, having contacts with a wide variety of skill sets was a must. Jasmine knew as much. While she could kick a ghost out of just about anywhere, monsters were decidedly not her thing. She was still super human even with her abilities. There was no accelerated healing or added strength to make her more likely to survive an encounter with a beast. When she saw this wolf-like animal roaming around the yard of the estate she was trying to sell, she knew she’d have to get rid of it quickly. She couldn’t even safely show the property with it there. Thankfully, this Harsh guy seemed confident he could take care of the beast and she’d pay him generously for it. All the doors were secure as she waited for his arrival. Once she heard a knock on the door, she jumped up a bit startled by the sound, and glanced out the peephole. Thankfully, it was just her hunter and not the monster getting smart on her. She opened the door and ushered him in. “Hey,” she greeted, “I appreciate you coming out and helping with this problem. I may be good at many things, but beasts aren’t one of them.”

Someday Harsh would learn to not do the first stupid thing that popped into his head. Today probably wasn’t going to be that day. On the one hand, the more people thought he was a hunter, the less that might show up at his door with stakes in hand. But on the other, even hours of googling had only given him the slightest idea of what he was about to go up against. Green Dog hadn’t gotten him very far, but it hadn’t shown up on any weird werewolf hunting forums, which were mostly just trolls and conspiracy nuts anyway. So maybe it was something else. He had stocked up on silver bullets anyway and grabbed a few wicked looking knives for good measure. Hunters always had tons of those. The fact that the cashier hadn’t looked at him twice told him a lot about White Crest that he probably should’ve already known. The property was for sale. Huh. Harsh grinned even as he half waited for the invisible push to keep him from crossing the threshold. It didn’t come. That was good to know. “Yeah, no problem. I like doing what I can. Now, fair warning, I wasn’t able to find much on your wolf, but I think what I’ve got should cover most things. You’ll probably want to hang back, just in case things get rough.” 

Between the weapons packed on him and his build, Harsh definitely looked the part of hunter. Whether he was a good one had yet to be determined. Even so, Jasmine led him towards the back of the house where the expansive backyard was. Minus the creepy wolf, it was quite the setup with an outdoor bar and kitchen, lush foliage, and plenty of space to run around. It was a dream backyard that plenty of people would pay a pretty penny for, but she could not in good conscience sell it knowing it was unsafe. The fact he wasn’t able to find much on the wolf wasn’t promising, but at least he had that whole strength and dexterity thing going for him. At least, she hoped he did. Calling the police and animal control to collect a dead body was not high on her to do list. “You’ve got quite the arsenal there. I don’t think Mr. Wolfy over there will know what him… or her. I don’t really care I just want it gone.” She gave a firm nod and said, “You don’t have to tell me to hang back twice. I’ll keep an eye out from the balcony.” Odds were the wolf couldn’t fly or leap quite that high. It still felt odd sending someone into danger, so she added, “Shout if you need anything.”  

“Got it.” Hopefully one of these things would do the trick. Harsh pulled the gun from his bag, loading it up with silver bullets as he headed toward the back door. Maybe just one shot would be enough. Whatever this thing was, maybe it wouldn’t like silver. At least he wasn’t trembling when he gripped the door knob. So many years of faking, he always looked confident at the very least. That was probably good for a hunter. They probably never looked like they were about to go off to face certain death. He threw open the door. The monster… whatever it was, looked like it was just standing there. It was definitely green. And big. And wolfy. But not a werewolf. Harsh could tell that much at least. The beast looked at him with curious eyes. If he was more patient, maybe he could reason with it. Patience had never been one of Harsh’s virtues, so he lifted the gun and fired. Then the beast began to howl. 

Jasmine had shuffled up to the balcony to keep eyes on the situation. While she was sure what the hell she could possibly do if things went south, she still had an iron bar firmly in her hand anyway. Better safe than sorry they always said. She jumped slightly at the ringing sound of gunfire and let out a small gasp. Neither of which could be heard over the loud bang or the howling of Shrek the werewolf over here. Since when were monster wolves green anyway? So far, the situation still seemed to be under control so she watched from the balcony and hoped with everything in her that was where she could stay.  

It had probably been a few decades since Harsh had last fired a gun. Or that was at least the reason he was going to go with when he missed. His second shot was a little more on target, catching one of the beast’s legs. The creature let out a pained bark, far louder than any wolf had any right to be. Harsh winced, throwing his free hand up over one ear. Shit. This thing was seeming less and less like a werewolf. What the hell was he supposed to do? Maybe it would still die if he just shot it enough times. But the creature didn’t look like it was too interested in letting him. With an oddly silent snarl, it charged. Harsh swore under his breath as he leaped out of the way, firing again. A direct hit, the bullet biting into the beast’s chest. It staggered, letting out another ear splitting cry. But it didn’t go down. As Harsh watched with widening eyes, it looked like it was already shaking off the first hit. Shit. That was so not good for him. He cast a glance back to the house, Jasmine was still in there, maybe she could grab him something else. Catching sight of her, he gave her a slightly panicked look. “Uh, I don’t think it’s a werewolf--” was all he had time to say before the beast charged again. 

The loud bangs of gunshots left her ears ringing and the wolf relatively unbothered. Injured, yes, but now seemingly pissed off. Great. Jasmine was beginning to wonder if this guy had any idea what the hell he was doing. She didn’t even deal with real monsters and she could tell this big bad green wolf over here wasn’t a werewolf. It wasn’t even a full moon. Why would the assumption had been werewolf? This was decidedly not good, the wolf was charging Harsh and he kept shooting at it. Enough bullet wounds should be enough to kill it she hoped. Outside of the fact she was supposed to stay away from them, Jasmine knew little else about beasts. Her recreational reading was reserved for trashy romance novels and ghost-related research. “Uhm, duh,” she called out from the balcony wondering if he needed anything. She was not about to go down there and get charged by that thing. She already had a broken arm. The last thing she needed was claw marks ruining her near-flawless complexion. She threw her hands up over her ears again as it let out another deafening howl and she could feel her heart rate creeping up. Terror was evident on her face as she watched the scene play out before he. “Watch out,” she screamed. Her hands were shaking, but she needed to do something. The wolf was nearly on top of Harsh as she leaned over the railing of the balcony. For a moment, she was frozen in panic as the iron rod she had been holding fell out of her hand and onto the wolf seemingly distracting it from Harsh.

Shit shit shit. Why had he just gone straight for the silver bullets? This thing definitely wasn’t a werewolf. But it was still wolfy. And shouldn’t shooting something at least slow it down? Harsh cursed as he tried to throw himself out of the way, throwing up his hands. If the gun didn’t do it maybe he could punch the stupid thing to death. Hunters did that, right? But then the wolf stopped. The creature skidded to a halt, letting out a deafening yelp of pain. That was something. What did that? Harsh looked over frantically, watching as the creature shook, throwing a metal rod from its back. Huh. There wasn’t time to think. Harsh rushed forward, snatching the iron rod as it fell. “You don’t like this, huh?” He bashed the beast across the snout with the iron. Something crunched as it let out a piteous howl and staggered backward. Harsh found himself grinning as he straightened up. “Arlight, now we’re talking. You’re not all that wolfy, are you?” He twirled the rod in his hand. Iron… he was going to have to google that when he got home. But for now, there was a monster to put out of his misery. It was out of it, still shaking its head. Harsh readied himself, iron rod held tight as he whistled. “Hey, over here, greenie.” Blood was dripping from the creature’s mangled snout as it hissed, one claw dragging through the dirt before it charged. Maybe it was a little too showy, but wasn’t that what hunters were supposed to do? They acted like such bigshots, treated themselves like real life superheroes. And Harsh had never really been able to resist the urge to show off. So he rushed forward as the beast charged, dropping at the last second as the beast ran right over him. He rammed the rod up, right into the beast’s chest, driving it in as hard as he can. The beast let out one last, mournful howl before it went still. With a great shove, Harsh forced the creature off, staying where he was, taking a few unnecessary breaths. Had to make it look real. Managing a grin, he looked up to Jasmine, lifting a hand. “I think I got it.”

 Every howl left her heartbeat racing faster and faster until the iron rod fell onto the wolf causing it to yelp in pain. A new development that Jasmine hadn’t quite expected, but Harsh got his hands on the rod which would surely only help his fight. It appeared this thing also didn’t like iron. Was it a ghost wolf? No, Harsh wouldn’t have been able to seen it if it had in fact been spectral. Other creatures could have iron sensitivities too she supposed. That happened to be some dumb luck and she felt the terror melting away as she watched Harsh fight. Okay, this guy knew what he was doing. She held her breath as she watched the finally moments of their showdown. The bar collided with the wolf’s face. The way Harsh seemed to move quickly. She’d held in a gasp as the wolf charged him and he managed to move out of the way just in time to let it collide with an iron rod. The pitiful howl resonated in the yard and sent a chill down her spine, but it was over now. Once the relief set in, she was able to offer up a small round of applause. “Clearly, you know what you’re doing. Sorry for any doubt on my end.” She made her way back down to the first floor and let him back into the house. “That was intense… and impressive.” She gave him a smile as she got her checkbook out. “I don’t think I caught your last name before-- Who should I make the check out to?” 

“Hey, I don’t mind. I looked kind of stupid for a minute there,” Harsh said, with an easy laugh at himself. “I went at it with the wrong equipment. But hey, live and learn.” At least now he could deal with these things easily if he ever ran into another one. He still wasn’t quite sure what it was, but if iron did the trick, maybe it was a ghost or a fairy… or some third thing he had never even heard about. That was always a possibility. Even with how long he had been around, there was plenty to the supernatural world that he had never really experienced. And getting paid certainly didn’t hurt. “Harsh Mishra. And thanks. If I ever have any ghost issues come up, I’ll make sure to send them your way.”

“You said it, not me,” Jasmine joked as she fished her checkbook out of her purse. Not surprisingly he had been a good fighter, most hunters were. He was right about the equipment though. Still, for not knowing what hell kind of wolf it was, that had been relatively quick and easy. “Harsh Mishra,” she said more to herself as she filled out the check, “Please do, I’m kind of the best in town.” Or definitely. It felt more like a definitely considering the other exorcists she knew. She handed him his check and offered niceties as he made his way home. Or to hunt more monsters. She didn’t really know what hunters did with their free time, but she did know she’d have his number on speed dial. Just in case.

#wickedswriting #what the howl #gun use tw #harsh

[popculturebuffet]

Quack Pack Episode 22 Review: Snow Place to Hide

So as some of you may know, I do weekly reviews of Ducktales ever since the season started. But quite obviously, that only comes once a week and on top of that we have only two weeks left of episodes before a break and given the last few episodes have stoked my wanting to watch other Disney Afternoon shows, after i’ve taken way too long to get around to watching more of them again despite having D+ for almost 6 months now, i’ve decided to branch out into other shows.  If you have an episode of a show, animated or otherwise, on D+ you want me to review, just shoot me a message and for three bucks, i’ll review it asap. Yes I snuck a promo in there but in my defense.. shut up. More babbling under the cut. 

So with Daisy a coming and me starving for Daisy Duck Content, and Disney Plus for SOME REASON STILL NOT HAVING HOUSE OF MOUSE DESPITE HAVING NO REASON NOT TO HAVE IT ON THERE AND HAVING BEEN AROUND 6 MONTHS, YOU ASSHOLES, I was left with a handful of choices to both watch casually and review. I’m not really intrested in the Disney Junior shows, though they aren’t bad, especially roadster racers, just not my speed. And while I DO fully intend to watch legend of the three cablleros, i’ve put it off too long and i’ve heard it’s excellent, it’s not a place to go for Daisy when, by all acccounts and what i’ve seen of the show, that version of her is godawful and not really approraite to celebrate the character going into her big debut.  Hence,  Quack Pack. I’d been meaning to revisit the show anyway, having seen two episodes that weren’t half bad years ago and despite it’s obvious flaws, being curious about the good in it. For the uninitated Quack Pack was disney’s second Duck show for the Disney Afternoon and followed Donald and teen versions of the boys on various misadventures. Along for the ride are Daisy, anchorwoman for globetrotting news program “what in the world?” and her coanchor and Donald’s Boss , as Donald’s the duo’s cameraman, Kent Powers, a smug egotistical human with weird hair. Yup I said human. One of Quack Pack’s more infamous traits was having humans instead of dog faces (the dog like humanoids carl barks used since he coudln’t use humans himself when he didn’t want to use a duck), which is a choice i’m just.. eh about. I don’t LIKE IT but it dosen’t ruin the show for me and the ducks blend well enough with them, I just question why disney did it when they turned down Goof Troop’s request to do the same, which again worked out for the best. As a result of this weird choice the series is less of a direct sequel to Ducktales and more of a spritual sequel:  it’s still barksian in it’s own way, just instead of focusing on scrooge, like the earlier comics in Barks catalogue it focuses on Donald, and thus bounces between slice of life shenanigans and globe trotting adventure, sort of like how the collection of barks stories I bought recently that’s donald centric starts with the all-time classic old castle’s secret about the family visting castle mcduck to find a hidden foruturne, and then segues into a comedy plot about donald trying to put the boys in chimp suits for a society party because he’s kind of an asshole in the old stories and these stories were kinda weird. I”ll probably talk about some of them at some point.  The problem though is that not only are the boys the focus instead of donald and daisy, but that the boys are insufferable here. They speak like otto rocket and act like zack morris, trying to scheme their way out of work and speaking like they just walked out of a commerical for Whale Cancer. 

F-Yeah. the point is, the three of htem just aren’t likeable or intresting, and it also hurts their paired up with Donald, who as usual is. It’s probably why I remember this ep so fondly: it’s mostly donald focused with the boys off to the side and taking slapstick vengance on a deserving target. But that’s quack pack in a nutshell: a wasted opprotunity that got overhyped as bad and whose good title got used for one of Ducktales 2016′s best episodes which classily didn’t take any real pot shots at it and even snuck kent in as one of the humans trying to murder them.  So with all of that out of the way, what’s this episode actually about? Well basically donald, after flying into a jealous rage over what he thought was her sweet talking another guy behind his back but was really just her cuddling her igauna, which sounds dirty for some reason but is entirely wholesome, is chastized by daisy for being a jealous twit. Daisy herself is jetting off for the weekend to a nearbye ski resort to get an interview with action star Jean Claude.. basically a combination of Jean CLaude Van Damme (the accent and onlyt hat) and Steven Segal (his apperance and skeeziness). Sadly the character isn’t wearing a kimiono the entire episode for accuracy, but he’s also not trying to sexually harass daisy for favors like the real steven segal would. No joke there he’s just a creep and deserves to be called out on it. Also the show missed a massive opproutnity to have him be a seagull named “Steven Seagull”. Just saying.  See Kent, being an ass, is trying to scoop daisy on it and get an interview himself, so Daisy’s trying to beat him. Donald says he trusts her but well.. then he starts hallunicnating. Everyone, i’d like you to meet the green eyed monster of jealousy. 

Why yes, that is a sizeable wolf in a green zoot suit representing Donald’s jealousy and insecurity. Why is it a wolf an not ana ctual monster? Why is donald halluicnating? Does he need thereapy.. I can only answer the last one which is yes. The rest I have nothing but I am here for it. And the wolf is one of the best parts of the episode: if this was just donald getting jealous over daisy, he’d be as much of a dick as his nephews are in this series, but the green eyed monster is a neat representation of the ugly feelings we all feel at one time or another. He sounds intellegent, clever... like he’s saying the right things... donald’s inner voice goading him on even though he knows deep down daisy wouldn’t cheat and he shoudln’t be doing what he’s doing.. which in this case is, as the wolf’s suggestion, taking the boys on a ski trip despite hating sking to find out if hsi fears are unfounded or not.  And while what donald’s doing is a MASSIVE dick move... the episode TREATS it as this,a s him being irrational and insecure.. so it’s a lot easier to deal with. Plus as is standard for comedies he keeps running into scenarios that look like Daisy’s having a good time or in romantic situations with kent by concidence, even though again he should know better. But that’s why donald is who he is: a relatable angry asshat whose just like you and me: because like us we all sometimes sink to our lower instincts despite knowing we shouldn’t. We slip and stumble. Does it make donald following her around okay? nope. But it dosen’t make him unsympahetic either, and he does learn his lesson and suffer plenty of slapstick for it. But that’s the basic setup,donald follows daisy around while his new wolfy pal eggs him on. Meanwhile the boys get cut off sking by kent, calling him “Lime Slime”, real clever guys, and only agree to help donald get kent away from daisy, in reality Daisy is merley sticking so close to keep kent from running off.. and that’s not an overreaction, kent hilarious trys to sneak off the second he’s out of her sight every time and is so inepet at his job Daisy wants to stick around to make sure he dosen’t cost them the interview, which he probably would honestly. It’s good comedic timing and that coupled with the slapstick and the wolf whose damn funny and reminds me , along with daisy in her ski outfit that yes I am bi bi bi till the day I die. It’s not bad. Wait what were we talking about? oh right the boys.. they mess with kent a bit, it’s okay, it keeps them out of the main plot.  Eventually things esclate as Daisy does find Jean Claude who unlike kent, whose unitrested in Daisy and is a sleazy dope for other reasons, very intrested in Daisy who rebuffs him.. and donald witnsess it and realizes he was a dickhead and a skunk, with helpful visual cue for the latter if sadly not the former. Donald of course ends up crashing into their table and Daisy realizes what was going on, and the boys quickly cover for him as entering the weekends ski race. Because of course there’s a race to end this this was the 90′s and goof troop had already done this so Quack Pack had to do the same.  But we get a somewhat charming moment as Daisy admits she knows donald was just covering by agreeing with the boys, and that what he did was NOT okay.. but she gets why. And to me, at least, I get it was less him not trusting her and more him .. simply thinking he’s not good neough. As seen above the wolf appears during the race to goad him again, but I think he’s less afraid of her genuinely not loving him and more afraid she’ll see he’s not good enough, he his, and leave him. But ..s he won’t. This si daisy at her best, willing to put donald in his place for being a dickhead, but still having genuine chemstiry with him and understanding the dope. It’s why I prefer this daisy to one who treats him like garbage without letting him explain (Cabs) or cheats on him constantly with Gladstone because he has money even though he’s a massive selfish dick and donald’s a decent if flawed guy. (the comics depending on the writer). Admitley Id on’t think she should be as forgiving as she is, but whatever. Donald gets injured during the race,learns his lesson.. and for real this time as the monster, himself banged up, tries to goad donald on when donald’s handsome doctor shows up but donald instead does the old bit with hospital beds where he has the thing collapse on the guy. That’s also whyi ‘m not too hard on him: again he gets punished, but in addition he LEARNS from it and realizes he was a moron and is genuinely sorry.  Overall the episode is pretty good. The bits with the boys are incidentaly and likely there only so their actresses can get a pay day, not that i’m against that, Pamela Aldon has mouths to feed and at least one of her daughters had to be born by then, but otherwise it’s an enjoyable throwback to the older shorts that showcases donald and daisy at their best and has an intresting and well designed, if werdly named, side character. While I joked about the weird choice of green eyed monster, I still loved the character as his smooth talking, flashy design, and great use of metaphor meant he was a delight and i’d love to see the design show up int he reboot for something else.  Overall not a bad time for 20 something minutes and far better than i’d of expected of quack pack in the past. Who knows maybe the rest won’t be so bad.. MAYBE. Until next time , courage. 

#ducktales #quack pack #donald duck #daisy duck #donsy #the green eyed monster of jealousy #green eyed monster #kent powers #steven segal #huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #the disney afternoon #whale cancer #90s #sealab 2021

[jones-friend]

Legendary Commentary: War of the Spark

War of the Spark was a set that had huge potential. A massive super smash bros of mtg, we have over 40 planeswalkers here. While the story was...

The set itself has a lot of interesting things going on. We revisit proliferate as a major mechanic and got Prowess Proliferate and Landfall Proliferate. Today we’re going to take a look at the Ravnica gang, the legendaries who come from the guilds here. Lets dive in.

Hes back with more colors than ever! Niv Miz 4.0 IS Ravnica. A glorious 6/6 with loads of card advantage, just dropping him can net you more cards. What Niv comes down to is HOW do you build him? The commander itself doesn’t set you in a specific direction like counters or tokens. All you need to do is run an even spread of dual color cards. Control spells like Counterflux, Voidslime, Dovin’s Veto, Countersquall, then removal like Mortify, Putrefy, Supreme Verdict. There’s a good number of combat creatures in dual colors like Mindleech Mass and Boros Battleshaper too. There’s a LOT of ways to play this Ravnica-tribal.

Tolsimir’s back! With wolfy tribal! Extra special thanks to WAR Arlinn Kord for beefing up wolves this time around. Going back to traditional selesnya tech we gain life with white and interact with creatures (fight) with green. I would say Tolsimir makes an awkward wolf tribal because you do lose out on red. Its not perfect but you’ll find many WAR legendaries aren’t too great for commander. Anyways, white enables flicker with cards like Cloudshift and Eerie Interlude so you can flicker to fight. Add some anthems like Dictate of Heliod to beef up your woofs to fight anything.

Storrev is pretty underrated. Its nearly a Charnelhoard Wurm and in a counters deck she’s a must have. Zombie Elf Wizard is a hell of a creature type, and with Sakura-Tribe Elder you have her attacking T4 with a target to recur. This is gonna be an aggressive golgari setup and recurring a creature to hand every turn has potential. EWitness, Massacre Wurm, what is dead may never die.

Roalesk brings the same difficulty Kokusho does to playing it as a commander. If you want that death trigger you have to let them go to the graveyard and that feels risky. However, Proliferate Proliferate on death is nothing to sneeze at. It makes sense considering simic had a pod commander with Vannifar AND had a pod effect with Neoform. Simic leaned into sacrifice once and I’m here for it, that sounds awesome.

FEATHER TIME.

Feather is neat to me because you get a small costed commander to play combat trick tribal with. Mirrorwing Dragon and Zada Hedron Grinder make good additions especially when you run cards like Expedite for draw. Kiln Fiend and Pyre Hound churn value for casting, but funny enough Runechanter’s Pike effects are NOT what we’re looking for. Sunforge also has potential, and a weird card called Haze of Rage seems viable here. Give your field +1/+0 with Storm AND a Buyback cost to do it again, make your field beefy and drop tricks like Temur Battle Rage. There’s a lot of ways to make Feather work and whats fantastic is you don’t have to cast them on her.

Thats it for the guild gang on WAR. If you’ve brewed with these I’d love to hear stories about them. As always, safe planeswalking.

#mtg #edh #commander #legendary commentary #ravnica #war of the spark

[mejomonster]

I started the wolf and like on the one hand it looks kinda messy lol

On the other I am in Love with Darren Wang

And I feel like in The Legends, this early thing with wolfie and the princess is what the Legends had been aiming for vibe wise. But this show is selling it better. Like I am sold on Darren wangs performance, and I’m not sure if also just simply the writing approach is helping too. I remember I tried The Legends (just a few eps) and the main guy also like gets a BAD time at a market, but the scene in this first ep of The Wolf handled like wolfie doing awkward at market/smitten with his lady wayyy better to me. (And that’s saying something, since acting wise, I loved the two leads in The Legends).

Also I am intrigued about how it’ll go from this current setup to wolfie the scary politician leader man?? And to a princess who’s not so optimistic and adventurous - or will she stay this way to a degree? Because right now I am appreciating how brave and clever she is, compared to her surrounding family members. Also this show feels very like.. classical fairy tale vibes. I feel like I’m watching a live action that was messily made with Love of some fairytale story. Like the story she tells of xing er and the wolfie in the little theatre? It feels Literally like that’s the opening to the fairy tale. So in that way, this shows a bit charming.

#the wolf #the wolf lb #however I am not actually into the princess bride #or most fairy tale shows/stories #I was into once upon a time a little but it #gradually got more and MORW hot mess #I do think Darren wang is killing it as the romantic lead #I GET why he was cast he feels like he’s doing great #and with him the lead actress also feels very good #she’s got good chemistry #they are outshining the side characters acting rn