#i like to imagine she has brown fur spots. like chocolate:]

[aroflareon]

cupcakes rainbows and love

#aroflare art #rtgame #rtgamecrowd #rtgame cupcake #rtgame fanart #pokemon #pokemon art #pokemon fanart #wooloo #i like to imagine she has brown fur spots. like chocolate:]

[fatiguing-thoughts]

“Fate” - Paul Lahote

Request: The reader (shy!fem!reader) meets Paul (twilight) in the woods while he is in wolf form and he imprints on her. Coz the reader is shy and has no friends (lol) she befriends the 'wolf'. So when they have been friends for a while Paul finally transforms into his human form and explains everything and then fluff? Thank you 😊❤️

The crunching of leaves. That’s all I can hear now. I continued walking forward, loving the noise and the smell of the pine trees around me. 

This was my daily routine now, for the last week. The woods were always my safe place, where I went to clear my head. It’s where I always spent my free time, my time for my personal thoughts.  

I had just moved to Forks about three week ago, I came from Oregon. I wanted to be closer to the Olympic National Forest, and for some reason, it just called to me. It called to be my new home. 

I spent the first couple of weeks unpacking and settling, but the newfound freedom and time to explore the great forests around my small town were beyond enticing. 

The loneliness was setting in, pushing me to go into the woods more and more. Even though I was still lonely out here, it was much better than being alone in the house. I missed my family and friends, but living here was something that just felt like I was doing something… right. 

The loneliness out here wasn’t as deafening than in my small home. I felt better surrounded by trees, listening to the sounds of nature, or the lack of normal everyday sound; it was music to my ears. 

As I pressed forward, I found the new clearing I chose the other day. This one a little bigger than the last, more calming to me. 

I put my blanket down, played some soothing music; a beautiful composition. I took out my sketchbook, drawing my surroundings. 

That’s when I heard the grass shift across the clearing. The leaves crunching, a shift in the atmosphere. The feeling washed over me, I was no longer alone. 

I felt my breath hitch as I tore my eyes away from the sketchbook, looking across the clearing. 

I saw a wolf. An enormous wolf. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’ve seen wolves, and they’re not anywhere near the size of this. I wouldn’t even come up to the shoulder on this one, it had to be about 6 feet tall on all fours. This couldn’t be real.

I blink hard, but when I open my eyes, it doesn’t go away, my sight was not deceiving me. 

That’s when it happened, our eyes connected. I couldn’t break the eye contact, neither did the massive creature. 

The wind got knocked out of me, I felt something in me shift. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, but it wasn’t fear. 

No, fear was the last thing from my mind. What I felt was peace. I couldn’t imagine why I felt so at peace with a creature that could kill me faster than I could blink, but it’s all I felt. 

I broke the eye contact away, hoping that I didn’t make the situation worse and frighten the wolf. 

It walks a bit closer, head low. I still feel that feeling, the feeling of someone sitting on my chest-- but in the best way. 

“Jesus.” I mutter as it moves closer. 

The paws were easily the size of my head, thumping along the path to me. I felt the ground move as it got closer. 

A look of curiosity and caution painted the enormous face, eyes never tearing from mine. 

“Holy shit.” I mutter again.

It stops in its tracks, about five feet from me, looking at me as if it was asking for permission to approach closer. 

I gulp and swallow the lump in my throat. The sense of peace and calm is still radiating through my body. I stood up from my spot, feeling as if it was the best thing to do at this moment. 

The wolf nods its head towards me, in which I nod back. 

It walks closer before bowing its head, eyes still looking into mine. I see my reflection in the iris. Its eyes were that of a beautiful chocolate brown. I admire the rest of the wolf up close, noticing all of the different grey and silver tones in its beautiful fur. I cautiously reach my hand out, knuckles out, offering it to smell me before I even thought about petting it. 

As I outstretch my hand, I feel the enormous head under my palm. I begin to graze my fingertips along the top of its head, daring to dance my fingertips upon the center top of its snout. 

Its ears laid back against the massive head, leaning more weight into my touch. The fur was so soft, I found myself growing more and more comfortable with the presence of this being. I was way too close now, I lost all sense of caution. 

I smiled at the wolf as I returned the eye contact. It moved even closer, standing against my side. I laid my head upon the side of where its shoulder began. I never felt so small before. I felt a little grumble come from the wolf’s chest before it backed up, and laid down next to my blanket. I plopped myself back down. 

I caught the wolf’s eyes wandering over to my drawing of the clearing. 

“You like art or something?” I chuckled softly, knowing how silly it may seem to be talking to this wolf, though deep down I felt we had some kind of understanding.

The wolf nodded, before placing its head on my leg. The head was heavier than I imagined, but I enjoyed it. It was a soothing weight. The nod must have been coincidental, I tell myself. 

I then begin to scratch behind its ears, and laying the rest of my body down, head still on the front of my thigh. 

“This is the best, well only, company I’ve had in a month.” I smile to myself, once again trying to converse with the creature. 

I heard a large huff of air and felt the warmth on my thigh grow, the breath passing through my jeans.  

I check the time on my phone, seeing that it was later than I thought. The wolf and I sat here for hours, though they passed quickly. 

“I should leave now, sunset is approaching. I gotta get out of here before dark. After all, who knows what’s in here.” I chuckle as I begin to sit up, getting my things together into my backpack. 

The wolf looks at me, puffs again, and almost seems to roll its eyes. I could’ve sworn it looked just like it did. 

As I begin walking, I notice the wolf walking beside me. 

“Ah, walking me to my car? A gentleman, I see.” I laugh softly to myself. 

As we approach the end of the forest, the beginning of the treeline and my parked car in sight, the wolf looks down at me. 

I return the eye contact, and scratch behind the ear again, earning the leaning of the massive head into my hand. 

“This is an everyday thing for me. Same place tomorrow.” I say laughing at how ridiculous I sound. 

I earn another nod from the wolf and can’t help but feel that it truly understands what I’m saying. 

I walk over to my car, the distance between the wolf and I growing. I felt empty as the space grew, a newer feeling. I walked over to my car and looked back to see the wolf standing where I left it. 

I wave goodbye, earning a nod from the massive being. I get into my car and watch it run away, faster than I’ve seen anything move. 

The drive home was quick, as it mostly consisted of replaying the days events. 

I knew for certain that I was either insane or blessed. 

Sleeping tonight came easier than ever before. No nightmares, though the eyes of the beautiful creature filled my dreams that night. 

I woke up the next morning feeling at ease, but also if something was missing. I was almost counting down the minutes until I got to go back to my little clearing. Hopefully doing some work will make the day pass faster. 

I ferociously finish my work for the day, hoping that it would make time pass. Though my mind continuously wanders back to yesterday. 

Was it even real?

What if the creature didn’t show up today? Would I just have imagined the understanding that I thought we had? Was the connection just an imagination? 

No, I know what I saw. I am not insane, I am not making any of this up. 

As the agonizing hours passed, I sat and drew. I found myself drawing the eyes of the creature.  They were all I could see all day. 

I look over at the clock and basically spring off of my couch, grabbing my keys and backpack to head back out to the woods. 

I walk over into the clearing and sit in my previous spot on the blanket. This time I had some snacks with me, as I didn’t eat today from being so distracted. 

I began to peel my orange when I heard the snapping of a branch behind me. I took a sip of my water as I turned to look at what was behind me. 

The deep, chestnut brown eyes looking down at me. I felt such a connection to this wolf, I felt safe. 

It then moves next to where I sat, laying down once more. 

I place my orange down back onto the brown paper bag.

“Blueberries?” I outstretch my hand with a few berries in it, offering it to the creature. 

His snout found my hand, hot breath finding its way into my palm. The rough tongue and soft scraping of teeth against my palm as it took the berries from my hand.

I smile before getting some more, offering again. The wolf once again took the food from my hand. 

I truly enjoyed the company, though it did confuse me more than anything. I couldn’t describe the connection I felt to this magical being, but it was there. 

I began to make some small talk to the wolf, though I know I would not get a response. 

“You’re my first and only friend, bud. I moved here a little less than a month ago. Still unsure of what brought me here, but I think things are starting to add up. I just miss having people around, ya know?” I look over to the creature, noticing that their eyes never left my face. 

The wolf nods, putting his head back into my leg and nuzzling into me. I scratch behind their ears. 

“Anyway, I left Oregon to come here. I miss my friends and family, but I think I’ll be happier here. So far, I’m loving the new scenery. I used to spend a lot of time in the woods back there, it’s where I have my personal thoughts, where I unwind. Now that I’m here, I already have a buddy so soon. I always did it alone, but here you are. Even though you can’t talk, I enjoy your company.” I spoke softly to the being. 

Its eyes never broke from mine, just like always. 

“Your eyes are magnificent.” I softly chuckled. 

The wolf nuzzles closer to me, and I lay down on my blanket. 

This is how I spent my days now. This continued for weeks. Getting closer to this beautiful creature, befriending the most beautiful being that ever existed on the planet. 

Until one day, when I showed up to the clearing at the usual time. My new friend nowhere in sight. 

I sat down in our usual spot, waiting for the arrival of the creature. 

I waited for about ten minutes before I finally heard the relieving crunching of twigs and leaves behind me. 

“It’s about time you showed up, I got worried.” I bit back my smile. 

The wolf had a telling look in its eyes today, almost nervous. 

I scratched behind the large ear, once again being leaned into. I grew to really love this. 

As soon as I sat down, I noticed the wolf didn’t follow suit as per usual. 

It looked me in the eyes, nodding its head to the treeline. My eyes followed as the wolf walked behind the brush. 

I stood up, but didn’t follow the being out of the clearing. I watched from the treeline as it disappeared just out of view. 

Then I heard it. 

The shifting of bones. The brush disturbed from movement. 

I back up cautiously. 

A moment later, a tall, muscular man walks out of the tree line. 

I back up a bit out of surprise. I observed him in his entirety. His cutoff jean shorts, t-shirt, and beat up old shoes. Beautiful russet skin, cropped black hair, and... deep chestnut brown eyes. 

Those eyes. The ones that engulfed me into a state of peace with every look. I would recognize those eyes in a sea of people. 

The tall man smiles at me, walking closer. 

I don’t back up this time, confused yet comforted by the look in his eyes. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, I was drawn to him. 

“(Y/N), it’s me.” The man says. 

“How do you know my name?” I question. 

“Well, you told me a few weeks ago. Well, my other form.” He chuckles. 

“Okay, maybe I am nuts.” I laugh softly. 

“No, you’re not. Well, after listening to you for weeks, you might be. But, I have a lot of explaining to do. I’m Paul by the way.” He chuckles. 

“Hi Paul.”

We walk over to my blanket and he sits with me. 

“So, I guess I’ll explain to you what I am.” He says, slightly smirking at me. 

“I think you should, I’m very confused right now.” I smile back. 

“Well, I’m what you would call a shapeshifter. I shift into a wolf. You met me in that form.” His chestnut brown eyes peering into my soul, pleading for my attention. 

“But how? Why?” I manage to speak. 

“Well, we’re not the only magical beings. But it’s a Quileute legend, well clearly a lot more than a legend… I’m a protector of the land and people. But these are tribal secrets.” He says, still never breaking eye contact. 

“Protector? From what?” I was now concerned. 

“Well, vampires.” He answered, laughing at how crazy it sounds to say out loud, to explain to an outsider. 

“Vampires are real? And they’re here?” I ask, slightly getting fearful. 

“Yes. There’s been some coming into the area for some, not for anything good. There’s a coven here, though they’re what you call ‘good ones,’ only feeding off animals instead of humans.” He explains. 

“Wow, this is insane. But, how did you find me?” 

“Well, one of the other members of the pack picked up your scent, as well as one of the vampires we were looking for. So we took turns watching to make sure they didn’t hunt you. Which by the way, you should not be spending so much time in the woods alone. Have you ever heard of bears? Or murderers? Have you learned anything from horror movies?” He laughed. 

“Yes. I have. But it’s just, it’s what feels right for me.” I admitted. 

“I understand. You seem like one with nature.” He laughs.

“So you guys protected me?” I jump back a step.

“Yeah, well we took turns while the others went other places.” 

“Oh, so why did you stay for weeks? And why did you hang out with me?” “Well, when it was my turn, something happened. And then I couldn’t leave you. I needed to be the one who watched over you. I wanted to get to know you, I wanted to meet you. We connected.” 

“I know, I felt that. I feel like I’ve known you for ages. But what happened? How are we connected? Why do I get to know the tribal secrets?” I asked, I needed to understand. 

“Well, you’ve taken this so well. So there’s this thing. It’s called imprinting.” He finally looks down at his hands. 

“Imprinting?” I question.

He looks back into my eyes. 

“Well, it’s kinda like soulmates. Like love at first sight, almost. Although, it doesn’t have to be romantic. It’s kind of like-- when it happens, whoever a wolf imprints on, becomes the world. There is no gravity, it’s them holding you down to the Earth. You would do anything, be anything for them. A brother, a protector, a lover. It’s super intense, but it happens to some of us. And well, you’re my imprint.” 

I looked at him and nodded. I was trying to take this all in, it all made sense as to why I felt so strongly connected. Why I felt so at peace, why I loved being so close. 

“Listen, I know it’s a lot to take in. I understand. But just know that it is dangerous for us to be apart. It’ll hurt us both-- emotionally, physically, mentally. However, you hold the reins here.” He gave me a soft smile. 

“This is a lot. You’re right. But, I feel so connected to you. I wanna be around you, I love being around you. I’m so glad you’re actually a real person. However, I do want to take this slow. I want to get to know you as a person, not just the wolf. I want to meet the real you. I want to expand the friendship before any kind of romantic relationship blossoms too fast.” I say honestly. 

“That sounds like a great idea. Maybe you can come to the bonfire at La Push tonight. I think it’ll help you understand more. Plus then you’ll meet the rest of the pack. We could work on the friends thing, too.” He smiles from ear to ear, probably excited at the mention of a romantic relationship. 

We talked for hours, more about us personally than the imprinting thing, wolf thing, or vampire thing-- we saved that for the bonfire. 

The bonfire went well. I met the whole pack. A lot of banter and rough housing between the guys, especially when the imprint jokes came around. 

I took a liking to Leah, though she was rough on the outside I felt that we would be great friends. 

Over the next few weeks, Paul and I spent almost all our free time together. Things were great. Of course the friends thing didn’t last too long, how could I not want to have this amazing man as my partner? He was caring, sweet, protective, and even handsomer than anyone else I had ever seen. Our relationship was one purer than anything I could’ve ever imagined. 

Getting closer to the pack was great, I always had friends around. I loved Emily and helping her cook for the bottomless pit-stomached boys. It was like I was meant to be around, I guess that’s fate for you. 

Most of all, I cherished every moment I had with Paul. Stealing hoodies and having more fun than I’ve ever had before. 

I loved Paul Lahote more than I could put into words. No words were needed. 

This was happiness, this was pure bliss. 

We spent our days on hikes, fooling around and rough housing at the beach, and doing whatever we could do together. 

He whispered sweet-nothings into my ear at any given chance, causing me to smile, blushing like a maniac. His warm hugs and cuddles, sleeping next to him only brought me peaceful sleep I desired my entire life. 

Fate truly is something. 

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Word Count: 3280

Yes this was long. No I’m not sorry. Yes I enjoyed it. Might have been a swift transition, but it’s super long and idc. Thank you for coming folks 

#paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight #twilight x reader #sam uley #jacob black #jared cameron #Quil Ateara #seth clearwater #leah clearwater #brady fuller #collin littlesea #embry call #wolf pack x reader #writing

[rvmmm21]

I would like some soft things 🥺 More Jindo!Wannie?

look at all this [spits] self-indulgence. also that pink fever medicine i have a personal vendetta against. it was an actual thing from my childhood and it wasn’t pretty.

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The vampiress knows something’s up the minute she stirs to the sound of soft sniffling and clogged breathing. She glances a sleepy gaze down at where there’s slightly too much warmth radiating from the little body curled into her front. Something pulls at her heartstrings hearing her baby let out shivery whines as her body fights a temperature. Poor puppy isn’t having the best of luck in the health department, it seems.

But, it’s just a small cold, nothing to fret about! A spoonful of fever medicine, some butter biscuits and an extra heap of mummy’s love is all the TLC she needs, right? It’s not the end of the world—

— is it?

From the grippy hands and the pleading whimpers when she tries to get up from the bed, it kind of sounds like it is. Curse everything for always being so far away.

“No leave, mummy,” Seungwan hiccups out, blinking wide, shiny eyes. She sounds like she’s at death’s door and Joohyun tries to hold in a laugh at her poor, painful baby, cruel as it may seem. “Wannie… h-hurts…” 

The way the tears burn a bit more than usual only makes Seungwan want to cry harder. Joohyun coos, reaching over to grab a tissue from the bedside table to tenderly dab at tear-streaked, cotton-candy cheeks. “Shh, it’s okay, puppy. Mummy’s just going to get things to make Wannie feel better, don’t need to cry. Be a big girl and stay here for me, okay?”

Joohyun darts her eyes to a small friend peeking out from the edge of Seungwan’s pillow. A small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as she readies herself for her Emmy Award Winning role as Loving Vampire Mum, co-star to Seungwan’s melodrama and fever tears. Pippin finds himself plucked from his regular cozy spot and held nose to nose with his creator.

“Oh Pip,” Joohyun makes sure she sees those chocolate ears twitch in response to their second favourite name in the world before continuing to instruct, “Wannie isn’t feeling very well today. She’s very strong and brave, but she still needs lots of love while I’m gone, okay? Can you do that for me?” From the corner of her eye, a tiny arm outstretches in the direction of the mouse to lightly grab at the cotton tail dangling from her grasp. Her smile softens and she delicately places him in Seungwan’s open palm before swiftly making an exit, all too eager to return for an all-day cuddle. 

Left all alone and too sickly to even formulate the words, Seungwan simply presses his tummy beans to her hot forehead, hoping her best friend can read her mind.

Is Wannie gonna die?

Pippin can’t answer that, he can’t really say much. He would say ‘no’ if he could, give her kisses if he could. But he just looks at her through his criss-cross button eye and offers his poorly owner a soothing scent and a comforting squeeze. Seungwan gratefully accepts, giving him a weak little sniff before snuggling back down into the duvet, burying her nose into Joohyun’s pillow. 

A few moments later, the vampiress returns to a frowning puppy, eyes closed and cradling her stuffie. Moving as silently as she can, Joohyun sets the tray of medication and biscuits and milk down on the table. She catches a fluffy ear tip between her fingers and then sandwiches the warm thing gently between her palms to gauge the fever level. 

Oh, ouch. Poor baby. You definitely need a spoonful.

She looks down at the bright pink bottle, then the snoozing pup. Her next challenge is taking the gamble with Seungwan’s cooperation. Medicine time doesn’t usually sit very well with Seungwan, and Joohyun definitely knows this. Come on Wannie, be a good girl today. 

She can only breathe a sigh of relief when Seungwan sits up all by herself, hanging her head that weighs as much as a bowling ball, mocha-latte ears drooping so lifelessly they almost disappear into messy locks of golden-brown. Despite this, the girl instinctively begins mumbling nonsense when Joohyun leans down to press loving kisses to the base of her ears. 

“Okay baby,” Joohyun whispers right into a sad ear between kisses, soft breaths ruffling the fur. “You ready? It’ll be over before you know it.”

The slightest nod.

“Alright Wannie-ah, here it comes.”

Seungwan screws her eyes shut and holds her breath. It tastes awful— and then it’s over.

Watery eyes unmistakably sparkle when her treat for being such a well-behaved pup is held up to her nose. She takes a couple of mandatory, searching sniffs to absorb the thrill of a butter biscuit before excited crunches fill the room. Joohyun’s eyes fall to the intermittent puffing from underneath the duvet accompanied by small, dull thuds.

“Wannie! Happy tail already?” A smile caresses her lips as she lifts the weight off Seungwan’s legs to allow wagging fluff to spring free. 

Seungwan distractedly murmurs a stuffed-cheeked thank you. “Mm, luv yu mummie.”

Joohyun gets back into her side of the bed and looks down at a puppy who’s definitely already starting to feel better. “Gift-wrapped?” She asks a question she surely knows the answer to.

Crescent moon eyes form as soon as Seungwan gets the duvet snugly tucked under her. ‘Gift-wrapping’ was a term coined by Joohyun as a fun way of satiating Seungwan’s curiosity as to how her Christmas presents must feel waiting under the tree all night. But secretly, it’s Joohyun’s way of letting her Wannie know how precious she is to her. More than any gift in the world.

After the initial worming around has settled and Seungwan feels herself succumb to sleep again, Joohyun picks up a patiently waiting Pippin from the edge of the bed and tucks him in with Seungwan. He’s nice and toasty warm, nestled safely right under her chin so she can sniff him whenever she needs to. 

Joohyun’s heart melts at the way those fluffy triangles are starting to flick fondly at being a puppy burrito snuggled in bed with the two loves of her life. Suddenly, Seungwan squirms to reach for another dino biscuit, ruining her burrito slightly. She fixes it with a predatory gaze before obliterating it to crumbs.

Well, three loves.

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vague image of what i imagine Pippin to be like.

#red velvet #wenrene #hybrid au #fluff #it's been a while but i love them very much #i'll see you soon with something else if i dont fall off the earth for another week. #i don't know if you even wanted a sick fic but you handed me the reigns and i yippee-ki-yayed into the sunset. #i swear writing this kind of stuff makes me tap into something far more primal than frothing at the mouth yandere. #i was sick myself writing this so i had somewhere to channel the pathetic imagery. #i have so much work but here's pippin in my head lol.

[catsanonymous]

Graystripe’s Direct Family

So this is just a collection of my genetic headcanons for Graystripe’s direct family, complete with stock photos + notes which may be added to at any time.

I’ll be making multiple ones of these to be used as writing + art references, so feel free to use whatever you like or ask questions.

Willowpelt- shorthair dilute tortoiseshell with white

You can read more about Willowpelt in Darkstripe’s direct family post.  She carries the gene for long hair.

Mysterious rogue- blue ticked tabby longhair

You can read more about Graystripe’s father in Darkstripe’s direct family post.  He carries the genes for chocolate and classic tabby.

Graystripe- blue ticked tabby longhair

Graystripe looks a lot like the father he never knew, but ThunderClan enough that no one really cares who his dad may have been.  Graystripe carries the genes for chocolate and classic tabby from dad, and the gene for solid from mom.

Silverstream- black silver classic tabby shorthair

Silverstream is born to Crookedstar, a cinnamon classic tabby longhair, and Willowbreeze, a blue silver mackerel tabby shorthair.  She’s a quarter WindClan, and I imagine she’s a bit more slender than the average RiverClan cat.  She carries longhair, non-silver, and cinnamon from dad, and solid from mom.

Feathertail- blue silver classic tabby longhair

This picture IS Feathertail.  Someone transcended dimensions to take a picture of Feathertail Warrior Cats.  She’s considered a rare beauty in RiverClan, even more so than her mother.

Stormfur- solid blue smoke longhair

I like to imagine that Stormfur and Feathertail look a lot alike. Stormfur is also considered very attractive in RiverClan, if a bit “pretty” for a tom.  He fits in well in the Tribe, even though he’s quite a bit bigger than the average cat there.  He carries the genes for chocolate, cinnamon, and non-silver.

Millie- silver chocolate mackerel torbie with white purebred British shorthair

80% of Warrior Cats genetic problems can be solved by making someone tortoiseshell. Also, super cool, this kind of fixes the discrepancy between Millie’s manga appearance and her book appearance!  She’s still technically a silver tabby, but her stripes are brown, her silver is warm-toned, and she has pale red mottling throughout.  This also means she doesn’t have the same description as Silverstream because idk about you guys but I always thought that was Weird.  She also has low grade white spotting, unlike in this photo.

Also: Millie is a purebred!  She wasn’t a show cat, but she has a very prestigious bloodline and was probably very expensive.  This is why you get your cats fixed, people.  Don’t be like Millie’s owners and lose out on a 600-dollar investment because some ragged old stray cat seduced her.  Millie carries long hair, solid, and non-silver.

Bumblestripe- black silver mackerel tabby British longhair mix

Bumblestripe is big and fluffy and fat like Graystripe, but he has the British shorthair face roundness and fur thickness that makes him resemble his mama.  How come he and Rosepetal never got together?  I thought for sure that’s where his story was going.  I mean he’s a Bramblestar bootlicker now so he didn’t deserve her anyway <3 Bumblestripe carries classic tabby and dilute, not that I think this man will be reproducing.

Blossomfall- solid chocolate smoke tortie and white longhair

Military wife (derogatory). This picture is a color reference more than anything, because ideally Blossomfall is Thick and round and fluffy, not looking like this skinny lil twig cat. Her canon description is very unrealistic, since white spotting follows a very specific developmental pattern and can’t show up as random spots on the back.   However, in silver torties, the red brindling appears much paler than the base black coloration, which can give the impression of whitish spots.  Additionally, she has low-grade white spotting, unlike in this picture.  Blossomfall carries non-silver and dilute.

Briarlight- chocolate ticked tabby British shorthair mix

Briarlight looked a lot like mom, but had dad’s tabby pattern. I miss her. :( 

Shoot me an ask if you have any questions or if there’s any other character you want to see!!

#graystripe #silverstream #feathertail #warrior cats #wc #stormfur #millie wc #bumblestripe #blossomfall #briarlight #genetics

[manychocolatefactories]

CatCF Dark Chocolate: Part 1, the Kids

About this version:

This retelling was mostly inspired by the original book, as well as Dahl's first drafts for it. I wanted a more old-fashioned feeling to it: in this setting television is still only present in rich and upper-class houses, the regular people using newspaper and radios to get information. Imagine a mix of 40s and 50s with some touches of 60s thrown in.

You have here 8 Golden Tickets.

  First winner: Augustus Pottle

(Based on Augustus Gloop )

Augustus Pottle is an enormously fat boy, with a head like a ball of dough and a body like a blimp. He bears an uncanny ressemblance to a pig: he has a pink and greasy skin, numerous folds of flesh and chins bulging out of his neck, small greedy eyes, and an upturned and always sniffing nose looking like a snout. All the outfits he wears are always much too tight for him or about to pop (and it doesn't help that he literaly gains weight the minute he eats something). He has two outfits during the story (inspired by the two outfits Quentin Blake drew for him): during his interview he wears a green jacket, brown pants and a turquoise shirt ; and during the tour he wears beige pants, a blue jacket and a white shirt with pink spots. Of course he can never wear his jackets and his shirts are always about to rip.

Eating is not just Augustus hobby and obsession - it is also his career. Augustus is considered a "champion" because he kept winning eating contests: the biggest eater, the fastest eater, the fattest eater... It all comes down to his mother, a thick lady wearing a lot of shiny but ugly jewelery. Mrs. Gloop always tried to find fame and attention, but when her attempts to find it at radio failed, she reported all her dreams on his son: he had inherited from his tall and bearded father a large and stout body. People were amazed at how big and gluttonous the boy was, and Mrs. Gloop thought it was an excellent way to get attention and fame. So she bred him to become the fattest and most gluttonous boy alive, so that everyone would look at him (and at her). It goes so far that Augustus is used to sleep in the dining room - being so full after meals he can't even pass the door to get up to his bedroom.

The excess of greasy and sugary food made his brain fat too, clogging it with blubber, and resulting in him being quite simple-minded. He only now has two thoughts in his brain. The first is "eat, eat, eat", he is a true glutton obsessed with eating and devouring. The second is "I'm a champion, I'm the best, I need to beat everyone else", he sees others as rivals and life as a contest, and his own fatness and gluttony is for him a sign of dominance over other people.

Second winner: Elvira Salt

(Based on Veruca Salt)

I wanted here to get away from the angry, screaming, demanding Veruca Salt, so I create this character.

Just like Veruca, Elvira is a spoiled and filfthy rich girl who thinks she can get everything she wants with money or by asking. But she is not an angry, screaming, bratty child. She rather believes it is natural and normal for her to have everything, or for money to solve every problem. She seems detached from the world. She doesn't think or believe one would say "No" to her, and basically considers the entire world to be a shop with people at her service, or a field from which she can pick flowers without a care.

She looks like a glamorous movie star of old, like Marilyn Monroe, always wearing elegant silk dresses and gloves and wearing fur coats (with furs of lovely and cute animals like guinea pigs, mink, chinchilla or rabbits). In fact, Elvira enjoys only things that are cute, pleasant or elegant. For example give her the biggest pearl in the world - if said pearl is actually ugly she will throw it out without a care. She is a girl that bathes in milk and honey, that has for a snack expensive truffes, foie gras, chocolate and champaign, that doesn't walk but get carried around, and that considers it normal for a young girl to receive as gifts emeralds, rubies, diamonds and other precious jewels. To put it shortly, she lives an extravagant and excentric life.  Always smiling, always happy, always content, she basically lives in a world of luxury where misery, poverty or lack of money does not exist, and as a result actually forgets that other people around hers have needs and desires too. She thinks she is the princess of some sort of fairytales, and the others are just background characters here to serve her story.

For the tour, she wears a candy-pink velvet dress and a "fur" made of clubbed baby seals. As her father... well fun fact, Elvira sepnds so much money her father actually looks like a beggar or a homeless man, because he has no money left for himself - but a beggar with plump and thick wallets in his pockets.

  Third winner: Violet Beauregard

(Based on Violet Beauregarde)

The Beauregard parents (who look so similar to each other it is difficult to say who is the father and who is the mother) are competition freaks. They are obsessed with their children being the best, breaking records, being a champion, earning trophies.

However, for their misery, they got Violet. Violet isn't good at sports, neither at school. She doesn't have any talent for anything. She doesn't have any interest or dreams. She is a plain, dull girl wearing plain and dull clothes, with dim eyes and a big mop of hair of an undetermined color. The only thing that stands out is her great, thick, muscular jaw - because her parents, desperate that they were, found a way for her to be a champion. Chewing gum. She spends her time chewing gum, so that would be her talent, isn't it? Her parents worked hard to make chewing a sportive and intellectual talent, making her break unexisting records of gum-chewing, organizing uninteresting chewing contests... They now think that their little girl deserves to be with Olympic champions just for chewing-gum, forgetting how useless and stupid this is.

They also extended her "abilities" to chewing other kind of foods and candies, including chewing chocolate bars: and here she found the Golden Ticket, which was a dream come true for the Beauregard parents, a perfect mediatic exposure! Fun fact: Violet chewed a bit of her Golden Ticket.

   Fourth winner(s): Wilbur Rice and Tommy Troutbeck

(Based on Wilbur Rice and Tommy Troutbeck)

I wanted to reuse the characters from the deleted "Fudge Mountain" chapter of the book. A lot of this characterization is my own invention: I based myself on the few personnality clues found in the chapter, and for their appearance I used Quentin Blake's illustrations.

Tommy and Wilbur are best friends in the world. They are neighbors, they go to school together, they always share everything (even though they may fight for it first) - this is why when they discovered the fourth Golden Ticket they shared it. However their friendship is filled with a strange sort of disdain, and they really bond over their main hobby: pranking people. They like to do pranks and jokes and to have a good laugh. Unfortunately for everyone else, they are devilish little brats and cruel children, whose definition of a good laugh involves making believe someone's house was robbed, putting someone's dress on fire or pretending their little brother is dead. The worst is hurts or distress people, the better it will be for them. Causing black outs, using dangerous chemical products, hurting their own parents, it is all just a good fun.

The Rice family are the definition of bourgeois and nouveau riche, small shop owners who became extremely wealthy thanks to their trade. As a result they are boasting their money and spending a lot of it: their small house became bloated with numerous architectural additions that don't fit with each other, and they collect cars, having so much they can't even drive them all. Mr. Rice is a tall and very thin man always dressed in expensive but ugly suits and with a thick mustache looking like a caterpillar, while Wilbur is a small dark-haired boy with a round face and a round belly, chubby and flabby. Wilbur is an arrogant, haughty, snobbish boy that is friend with Tommy only because he thinks of him as a sort of "pet" - he is so arrogant that he also disdains his own parents, but Mr. Rice merely thinks Wilbur is being a "good lad", an "energetic boy" or a "little man" and is quite proud of this unruliness.

The Troutbeck family is the opposite of the Rice. They used to be nobility, living in a great manor, but they fell on hard times. Their nobility title not worth anything, money flying by, their family fell into poverty. They still live in their manor, but it is now run-down, dirty and unkept. Mrs. Troutbeck is an obese woman always wearing faded pajamas or worn-out jumpsuits and a thick layer of makeup, and Tommy is a tall and thin boy, skinny, with an angular face covered in moles, beauty marks and freckles. He has spiky strawberry blond hair and always wears tattered ans stained clothes. The Rice parents are hoarding misers, skinflints who refuse to spend and disdain the "show-off" Rice (the same way the Rice disdain the poor and "low" Troutbeck), in fact they only had a kid so he could later work and make money for them, and they encourage him to steal rather than buy things. Tommy is also a rude, violent boy, known to punch and insult all those that displease him - something he inherited from his parents, that also raised him with insults and slaps on the head (no wonder he doesn't have any respect for them).

The two kids have another element cementing their friendship: their love for candies. Wilbur spends his time buying candies to stuff his belly, and Tommy keeps stealing candies from other children, messily devouring them. And it is during one of their sugary feasts that they found the Golden Ticket.

For the tour, Wilbur is wearing a light blue jacket with a red bow tie, and Tommy a navy-blue turtleneck.

   Fifth winner:Michael Themmen-Vry

(Based on Mike Teavee)

This name was a suggestion of ArtMakerProductions, who said I could invent a name whihc would have "T-V" initials. So I created Themmen-Vry, a name based on the names of the two actors who played Mike Teavee.

The Themmen-Vry family is exceedingly rich, grossly rich. But the Themmen-Vry parents are quite pleasant people: the father friendly and affable despite looking like a pigmy hippo, and the mother being an excellent hostess despite not being very bright and quite young. However their sson... it's a different story.

Michael is the oldest of the winners, being near the end of the his teenage years and almost a man. But he stayed stuck to the mental age of a child. Michael adores television, he has several elevision sets in every room of his manor to never miss his favorite shows. And Michael always liked to play, to disguise himself as his heroes. Couple that with very wealthy and very permissive parents, and you get this brat. Michael always plays at some game when he isn't watching television. He has an impressive array of costumes and toys to play with, and when he plays, he truly plays. He forces everyone to get into his roleplay and refer to him by his fictional identities. He forces other people into playing with him - he even kidnaps children from the nearby school to play with him. And he also wants realism to go so far... well let's say he won't be afraid to use a real gun to play a hunter. His parents are so permissive, seeing this as merely "harmless childish fun", that they allowed their manor to be burned down only because Michael wanted to play a firefighter.

No need to also mention you that Michael is a self-centered and disdainful brat that is always the hero of his stories and that uses "playing" as an excuse to bully and insult other people by having them be villains, monsters or preys. Basically he is the ultimate worst RPG player you can think of.

Tall and thin, Michael has long  and thick hair covering his ears and forehead like a helmet, and a face covered in acne. As for his outfits, they change all the time: one time he is dressed as a mad hunter, another time he is a monster-killing alien-king, another time he is a ninja-cowboy from the Far West, and that's when he is not a policeman-Robin Hood.

His outfit for the tour is a vividly colored cosmonaut outfit, and he is armed with a ray gun. Actually a laser gun using real, harmful lasers. He is also one of the few kids allowed to come to th tour without his parents, due to him being old enough.

     Sixth winner: Marvin Prune

(Based on Marvin Prune)

In the original drafts of Roald Dahl, Marvin Prune was a conceited school-obsessed boy that embodied the "all work and no play" mentality, disdaining all childish fun and freedom and rather dedicating himself to harsh studies and strict intellect. I decided to reuse this concept for a new interpretation:

Marvin Prune and his parents (his father, a man with a face like a boiled onio, and his mother, a woman who looks a lot like a donkey) are extremely arrogant and conceited so-called intellectuals. Marvin Prune thinks of himself as superior to everyone else and more intelligent than others because he read a lot of books, learned a lot of things and is an excellent school student. As a result, he thinks that he has all the rights to disdain others, insult them, treat them as complete idiots. But the thing is that Marvin actually has a very poor knowledge of the world and his "intellect" is up to discussion. He has numerous facts wrong - for exemple he thinks sugar comes naturally as a white powder and can't exist under any other forms, or he believes all the ancient Greek artworks were entirely white and that Greeks never used colors. If he gets so many of his facts wrong, it is because he believes simply learning about something is enough to be an expert - for exemple he claims to know all about foreign countries because he read about them in books, but he actually never visited them or met people from said countries.

This arrogance and this quest for "intellectuality" leads the Prunes to worship all that is "antique" "ancient" or "proper" - which results in them only collecting ancient furnitures, putting dust and cobwebs in their house to make it look more ancient, and Marvin wearing outdated outfits, like puff ties or jabots. He also likes to wear glasses, though he doesn't need them - he just thinks wearing glasses makes him look more intelligent. With narrow shoulders and chocolate-colored curls, the most defining trait of Marvin is his nose, which is really big, really long, really pointy and sharp, compared to a shark's fin. He always uses the royal plural "we" instead of "I" because he believes himself to be the most intelligent boy of the country or perhaps the world, and this bloated ego of him actually leads to a darker side of his personnality: he disdains all that is considered childish and worthless, up to the point of destruction. For exemple, he only reads encyclopedia, scientific books and teaching manuals. As for the rest - children book, novels, comic books... he deems them irrelevant and stupid and so wishes to burn all of them. Yep, we have a little book burner here.

Marvin only searched for a Golden Ticket because he wished to learn more about the Wonka Factory and know all of its secrets, as well as to be able to "correct" Wonka - because he is that kind of kid that considers everybody else is doing things wrong, and that he knows how to fix mistakes and improve everything. And he pretends that to find his Golden Ticket he used a lot of calculations, planning and studies, comparing the weather, selling patterns, geography, trafic levels... but in truth he actually got it by pure luck.

   Seventh winner: Bertie Upside

(Based on Bertie Upside)

Bertie Upside actually surprises everyone because he isn't a brat like the other kids. He is a wealthy and rich orphan, but he is kind, healthy, gentle, generous, cute, humble, decent giving money to charity and being very respectful and wise. He sees the best in people, and during the tour he prevents the other kids from breaking the rules or bullying Charlie, deeming him a true "bore". He is basically the perfect kid, that is repeatedly said to have a "heart of gold".

For his physical appearance I based him on Quentin Blake's illustration of Charlie: tall and thin, blond with blue eyes. He always has clothes that match his hair and eyes: light blue jacket and yellow tie for his interview, and golden jacket with light blue shirt for the tour.

   Eighth winner: Charlie Bucket

(Based on Charlie Bucket)

This Charlie I based on the original drafts of Roald Dahl, which depicted Charlie as black.

As usual Charlie is a small malnourished boy, all skins and bones, living with his poor family in a shabby and run-down house. His father is a newspaper deliveryman, which is how the Bucket family has a newspaper every morning, and his mother works at a toothpaste factory (like in the 2005 movie). Their job doesn't bring much money, but it is enough to survive. As for the Grandparents you have Grandpa Georges (got his leg cut off after the war, and is always criticizing, insulting and being revolted by the other Golden Ticket winners), Grandma Georgina (can't walk due to the family being too poor to have her hip and knee fixed, she quells and calms her husband's wrath and fury), Grandma Josephine (has a weak heart and can't do a lot of physical activities, but has a wild an insane past, resulting in her often telling stories not suited for kids) and Grandpa Joe (bad arthritis, usually tempers or censors his wife's stories).

Charlie tries to help his family: he makes a bit of money by collecting glass bottles and metallic scraps. As for the food the Bucket family survives with, I wanted to include elements of the "soul food": as a result the daily diet of the Buckets is black-eyed peas, turnips and sweet potatoes. When they have enough money they buy a pork feet or a chicken liver to add meat to their diet, but it is quite rare. Charlie is a little angel of a kid, ever complaining, working hard at school and always sharing what he has with his family.

#charlie and the chocolate factory #catcf #retelling #dark chocolate #augustus gloop #charlie bucket #violet beauregarde #veruca salt #mike teavee #wilbur rice #tommy troutbeck #marvin prune #bertie upside

[kagender]

anyways i think that catifying non-kitty characters is fun and awesome so heres what i think keroro characters would look like as cats (not many pics included bc of tumblrs image limit)

keroro - hes a longhair red classic tabby with some white/lighter markings! notably on his neck, paws and tailtip. he also has a stumpy tail and star markings on his neck and forehead

tamama - hes a fairly scrawny black shorthair with a white face, neck, belly n tail. his tail is like super fucking fluffy so i guess thats where all of his fur went

giroro - a calico shorthair! hes actually pretty scrawny too, but not as much as tamama. he also has a fluffy tail tip

kururu - ive actually always found the coat that i picture him with kinda hard to describe,,,, i guess that the closest thing 2 it is an amber tabby? actually providing a puc for this one bc idk how many of you know what such a cat looks like!

anyways hes also a longhair much like the cat in this pic, fluffier than keroro even! hes also blind n has gray spiral shaped pupils

dororo - hes a silver shaded! im also going to provide a pic for this one bc so many pics of this coat look exactly how i imagine him to look like

yuuup, thats pretty much him! the only difference is that he has folded ears :]

garuru - a dark brown/agouti cat! think tigerstar from warrior cats,,,, also unlike giroro hes longhaired and pretty fuckin massive!

zoruru - theyre a blue somali! idk how many of you have heard of this coat so this one is getting a pic as well.

i imagine his fur to be a little bit green-tinted though,,,, also he has a giant scar that runs across the right side of his body, kinda like snoftuft from warrior cats! hes also fairly scrawny..... rat-like even

pururu - shes a mediumhair red tabby with heavy amounts of white! or what most people might refer to as a white cat with orange spots. i imagine her spots to be a little pink tinted though because well..... she is pink :]

taruru - similiar to pururu, hes a silver tabby with lots of white! they also have a stumpy tail and r pretty small ......

tororo - a longhair chocolate tabby! much like kururu he is also blind, with pupils shaped like the three circles in his glasses!

shurara - hes a shorthair tortoishell chimera! specifically a black tortoiseshell (aka black/red) one. he is very tiny and dumb looking .... hes pretty much a scourge from warrior cats ripoff! also he has two spiked collars, one green n one purple, and they both have his weird axe thingies that he has on his helmet

kagege - a longhair black point :] ofc his point markings look like flames! hes pretty damn big, i imagine just a bit smaller than a maine coon cat? n also he has a pretty scarred face. he wears a purple spiked collar, too

putata - a sphynx.... one might say........ a bingus. hes one of those sphynxes w gray spots on their body! also do not worry about his possible lack of color..... he wears a shitton of colorful accessories to make up for it!

mekeke - hes a longhair black cat, n hes also pretty huge! just a tad bit smaller than kagege...... also also he has a white marking on his neck that looks like the pin.... button..... emblem..... thing on his coat!

giruru - they r a longhair blue point! he looks p much like a persian cat w his flat mustache like muzzle.... also hes missing one of his eyes and is blind on his remaining one

dokuku - aer is a shorthair red point.... unlike giruru they resemble an oriental cat instead of a persian! and instead of the flame thingies on their head ae has like overly long tufts of hair coming out of their ears. also they have the same exact face scars as giruru does!

gyororo - a longhair blue tortie (aka blue/cream) theyre tiny.... a tiny menace.

nuii - shes a red classic tabby..... much like keroro! in fact theyre also a longhair..... just like him..... huh? also theyre much tinier than gyororo.... a literal damn kitten!!!!!

robobo - they r a mediumhair blue classic tabby! theyre overall kinda blocky looking.... esp their face/muzzle! a very funny fellow, indeed..... theyre also blind in both of their eyes

yukiki - a tortoiseshell shaded .... heres a pic as theyre a pretty rare coat afaik:

id say that hes pretty fluffy and round, similiar to dororo maybe? except its just his body that looks like that ..... plus hes much larger than dororo! also i imagine that he has a funky-looking/crooked nose thats all red..... like a carrot

as for the humans: actually im too tired to do the humans .... at least rn llol bye suckahs!

#keroroposting #now thats a LONG ASS INFODUMP ! #keroro gunso

[bumblesimagines]

The Older Lahote

Request: Yes or No

Because I have so many requests, the lovely and soft @magmagicstyle​ offered to help and ended up writing this request! Please give him lots of love!

Alright, I’m thinking a lot of things about this request and I ended up doing something at some point angsty and well, just long, but it will continue so… don’t worry it won’t end up being totally angst. I wanted to include the fact that the reader is soft and not moody at all with Charlie so I wrote that little moment in the woods. Also, yes, this will be a series because… I got permission from the little lady to do what my heart thought was right. I hope you like it! -Mag.

You were Paul’s older brother. To be honest, you were the moodier and stronger brother. You became a shifter before your little buddy; nickname that you liked to use when you were talking about Paul because teasing your brother and watching him get “mad” over something so little as a stupid nickname was way too funny; your size as a wolf was big, almost the same size as Sam’s and well, let’s say that the elders and Sam were confused by this. Of course that with a few months they grew used to this and well, now you were Sam second in command. 

Always helping him get the new wolves accustomed to their shift and well, their life as a pack. Of course, when you met them for the first time, the first thing that came to their minds was always these two words. Strong temper. When the new members of the pack saw your wolf form they could be easily intimidated by this, your dark (you could say that your fur’s color was a mix between your brother’s and Sam’s), big complexion and also your mental state showed you as someone strong that absolutely no one wanted to mess with. You always were the one who walked with the new member, to show them what things they could or couldn’t do depending on different situations. You took care of the threads, using every method that was necessary,  you were Sam’s right hand and helped him in everything he needed. You were in control always, even if you had a strong temper you didn’t let it go in the way of work you never played around or acted like with stupidity or like a little kid. That’s why it was a shock for the members of the pack when they saw you act like an excited puppy in front of Bella Swan’s father. 

The first time you saw the man; Charlie Swan; you haven’t gone through the shift, so you just thought as him as someone passing by, someone who wasn’t so special and you could easily forget in a couple of months. Of course that when you saw him for the first time you thought that he was quite handsome and well, maybe you had a few dreams about kissing him and doing some other things, but you would never admit that out loud. He didn’t look too young but also not too old, He was probably around his middle thirties (that was still quite older than you) and by what you heard from your parents he just got divorced from his wife that took their child away and was living in another state. This made you feel quite bad for the man because he looked genuinely sweet and caring, even if he acted quite awkward from time to time. 

You saw him a couple of times later that year and when he saw you he talked with you for a while, not really engaging in a long conversation but you didn’t expect a lot considering the fact that you were still a child finishing your high school studies. Still, he was always kind and patient with you, maybe because you made him think about his daughter  (even if you were at least ten years older than her). Even you could remember that in one of his visits; when you were some years older than the first time you saw him; you talked to him about some problems that you had controlling your temper, knowing that this issue was out of control around that couple of days, not really understanding why was that happening to you. 

Then; just a couple of weeks later; you went through the change of becoming a wolf and well, you forgot about your life before this. You even gave your brother a cold shoulder for a couple of months, understanding that being a young wolf and not really knowing how to control your temper would put him in danger of getting hurt because of you; and even if you liked to tease your brother, you didn’t want to cause him pain. Then he also became a shifter and even if your relationship was a little bit hard because of the months in between yours and his change, he eventually understood and you were already in good speaking terms.

The second time you saw Charlie you were in your wolf form, the pack was hunting some vampires that were threatening the lives of some people in the reserve and well, also the Cullens; and even if you didn’t like them so much (let’s be honest, the smell of death that surrounds them is horrible) you respected their power and also you wanted to protect the people that couldn’t protect themselves. You were alone in the woods when it happened. This man appeared out of nowhere, with a shotgun in his hands and a big jacket around him; at that moment you didn’t see him clearly but you couldn’t help but think that it was good that he had a jacket because of the cold weather  (of course this thought was quite weird for you because you didn’t have a relationship with the man, not even as friends). After a few seconds you reacted and turned to see him directly, he was frozen on the spot, his eyes wide as a deer in front of a car and you couldn’t help but think that he was quite adorable. 

Then, just in that exact moment; or maybe after a few milliseconds; of looking into his eyes, it happened, you felt how a thread pulled you and him, making you want to go and take care of him, making you feel the need to protect him, to be around him, to be his friend, his lover, to be the most important person in his life. In that moment nothing around you mattered anymore, the things that just a few seconds ago were the most important things in your life, those things were in a second or even a third-place compared to Charlie. In your eyes, this man became the most perfect and wonderful being in the entire world, his brown curls and chocolate brown eyes because the most beautiful features that a person could have. Your life, in that exact second, had a new purpose, this being the fact of making the man in front of you, as happy as possible.

After the storm of feelings that attacked you ended, you saw that Charlie looked quite scared of you,  making you whine softly, but then you had an idea, hoping it would work you just lay down of the grass, looking to the floor, trying to help Charlie to feel more comfortable around you. In that moment he lowered his weapon and put it down on the grass, approaching you slowly, carefully and almost with doubt. The man extended his hand and touched your head softly, patting it like you were some kind of dog. 

‘I can already imagine the reaction of the pack, fuck’  You thought and let out a soft sigh, and even if that wasn’t your intention, Charlie took that sigh as a happy one, so he sat by your side and kept caressing your fur. 

“What is a wolf as big as you doing here?” He asked softly, not really expecting an answer but still, not wanting to keep quiet about the situation.

‘Apparently, I’m here to imprint on a human... ‘ You thought while opening your eyes and moving your head closer to Charlie’s hand, just wanting to get more caresses and enjoying the fact that his imprint liked his wolf form. The older man in this moment chuckled as a reaction, he couldn’t believe the fact that this big and in some point scary wolf was acting like a puppy who was waiting to be adopted.

“Well, little one, I have to get going.” Charlie said, earning a soft ‘huff’ from the wolf, in some point because of the nickname that, well, for you it didn’t make any sense taking into consideration your size and also because you didn’t want to let him go and leave you, but you knew that he needed to be in his home, safe and where the crazy vampire that was attacking humans couldn’t harm him or even smell him.

In that moment you stood up and pushed him softly towards the end of the woods, wanting to go with him but knowing that you couldn’t do that. So you just moved him until he was close to the end of the backyard of his home, just wanting him to be safe. 

“Alright, alright, I see you want me to go home...” Charlie said in between chuckles, not really asking himself about how the mysterious wolf knew about his home but just thinking about it as a coincidence.

You stayed in the woods, taking care of his imprint safety, then, when you could hear Charlie inside his home, making himself some dinner and just fixing his things to get a good night of rest, in that moment you let yourself breath softly, relaxing and going back to your usual mental state; just thinking about how now that his imprint was alright, you could go and work like you were supposed to do. Slowly, you started to walk towards the woods, disappearing inside them and just looking around, having another reason for killing the fucking vampire that was hurting the people of Forks.

Just like this, your patrol hours were over and you could go home and take a shower, rest and just enjoying that this night you could sleep in your bed. You easily changed to your human form and put on some jeans, then you kept walking until you got home, from your sides you could see two wolves going to take their positions and start patrolling. On your way home you stopped by Sam’s, hugged Emily as a hello and as a way of calming yourself (even if you were moody and well, really intimidating, Emily wasn’t scared of you and often treated you as if you were her older brother, something that was quite comforting and well, she always helped you to feed your little buddy) and just went to talk to your alpha. 

“Sam.” You said, your voice sounding softer than it has ever sounded before, even if your stance was strong and quite similar to a soldier’s ready for receiving orders, Sam could see that you were nervous, also, there was the fact that you weren’t in your wolf form like you did always after a pratol because this way it was easier to inform him about the things around the reserve. 

“What happened, (Y/N)?” Sam asked while looking directly to your eyes, not really trying to intimidate you but also not allowing you to lie about the situation that happened before.

“I imprinted on someone.” You said, direct, firm and not really thinking about the possible reactions of your alpha, knowing that it was quite probable that he would be excited for you and that he would congratulate you because of this. You weren’t wrong.

“That’s wonderful (Y/N)!” Sam said with a big smile on his face and then went closer to you to give you a hug and a pat on the back. “Who are they?” He then asked, and stayed silent waiting for an answer.

“Charlie Swan,” You said, and in that exact moment, while you saw how Sam’s eyes became wider and how his smile disappeared while you heard how the door opened and the rest of the pack (except Embry and Paul; thank god; that were patrolling at that moment) entered the room like wild animals and just started talking or yelling their opinions and concerns, in that second you could feel how hell broke loose.

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male!reader #twilight x male! reader #twilight x y/n #twilight x you #twilight x reader #charlie swan x you #charlie swan x male reader #charlie swan x reader #charlie swan #paul lahote x you #paul x reader #paul lahote x male reader #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote x y/n #paul lahote x brother reader #x lahote reader #x wolf reader

[daydreaming-everyday]

Snow and Fur

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Happy New Year to @itstrulyastrangerthing! You were my giftee for the @sincerely-us winter gift exchange! I had such a fun time painting the fanart above and writing the fanfic below. I adored your first prompt, but you will find a little bit of your second prompt in the fic. I hope you enjoy, and may the new year bring you good things! <3

Quick Disclaimer: This is an AU where Connor is still alive, and there is healthy Bandtrees!

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Evan fumbled with his hands. A mix of excitement and nervousness sat inside of him.

When Zoe brought the idea of adopting a dog to him one day, he thought it was perfect. The two had more than enough time to take care of one with the holiday season. Though Evan never had any experience with pets, Zoe recalled having a golden retriever, Sadie, in her childhood.

“Excited?” Zoe asks, remaining her focus on driving. The roads were a little icy in the late December weather.

Evan nods, “A little scared, but I’m excited.”

Zoe pulls into the parking lot of the animal shelter. The cold wind welcomed Evan’s face and lungs when he opened the car door, sending a chill down his spine.

Zoe intertwines her fingers into Evan’s hand.

“You ready?”

Evan looks at Zoe’s face. She gave him a subtle, reassuring smile. It was almost as her calm demeanor was seeping through her fingertips, transferring it to Evan’s hand.

Evan squeezed her hand tighter, nodding.

The shelter had a thick odar hanging in the air when the couple walked in. A lady greeted them, and Zoe explained what they were looking for. She led them to an array of dog kennels. Each dog they looked at, the lady told them their story.

Zoe looked up at Evan each time. What do you think?

Let’s keep looking. Evan would reply by shaking his head.

Soon, a dog finally caught Evan’s eyes.

A smaller dog sat in the corner of the cage. It’s back was to them, so all you could see was it’s thin light brown coat.

“This is Buddy,” the kennel lady explained to him, “six years old. We aren’t quite sure what breed he is, but we believe he is part corgi and part beagle.”

“How did he end up here?” Evan asked.

“Previous family abandoned him when he got older. They preferred cuter puppies, and traded him for a much younger, purebred dog.”

Evan’s heart ached for the dog, even feeling a little sympathy. His own father left, and traded him and his mom for another family. Evan remembered feeling hurt because of it.

Evan knew exactly what Buddy needed.

“Buddy barely moves though,” the kennel lady says, “there are more dogs over here.”

“Um… could I try to…?”

The kennel lady shrugs before unlocking the cage.

Evan slowly enters the cage. Buddy turned his head slightly, looking at Evan. Evan noticed he had amber eyes.

Evan crouched down. He extended his hand outwards, towards Buddy. The dog slowly, and cautiously, stood up, and began to approach Evan. Buddy extended his muzzle to his hand, sniffing Evan’s fingers.

Buddy inched closer. Evan slowly lowered his hand on Buddy’s back. Buddy tensed at Evan’s touch. The dog looked at Evan, and Evan worried he startled Buddy. However, Buddy relaxed, and melted in his touch.

“Well would you look at that,” the kennel lady said, “Buddy usually doesn’t like to be touched by others.”

Evan looks at Zoe, who is smiling at him.

“Can we get this one?” Evan asks.

“I don’t think we have a choice.”

-

Evan was getting used to having a dog around their apartment, and Buddy was used to having a home.

“You two look comfy,” Zoe smiles, holding two mugs of hot chocolate in her hands. Both mugs visibly had tall whipped cream dollops, and were sprinkled with crushed peppermint candy canes.

Evan was on the couch, Buddy on his lap. They were wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, and Buddy was enjoying the gentle scratches Evan was giving him.

Buddy had started to be relaxed when Evan or Zoe had touched him. The dog had let it’s guard down to them, and was more and more cheerful each coming day.

“Come join us,” Evan patted the spot next to him.

“Hold on, I need a photo of my two favorite boys,” Zoe pulls out her phone, setting the hot chocolate on the nearby coffee table.

Though Evan was usually camera shy, he gave Zoe a huge, goofy smile, making Zoe laugh as she snapped the photo. She then sits next to Evan on the couch. Evan wraps her some of his blanket.

“This may be my new favorite photo,” Zoe comments, “look how cute you both are.”

Evan blushes as Zoe puts her phone away. She reaches over to Evan’s lap, stroking Buddy’s fur. Buddy licks her wrist in return.

“Are we ready to start movie night?” Evan asks, sipping his drink.

“Yep,” Zoe says, popping open a fresh bag of plain popcorn. Buddy looked at Zoe, eyeing the snack. Zoe passed him a kernel. Buddy graciously accepted the treat.

“Zoe!”

“Relax,” Zoe says, “it’s not going to hurt him. Connor and I used to feed our old dog popcorn all the time.”

Evan could imagine Zoe and Connor as children, taking turns to feed Sadie handfuls of popcorn. He could also imagine Cynthia reminding them to stop feeding their dog (of course, they wouldn’t listen).

“Okay. What type of movie do you want to watch?” Evan asks, clicking the remote, scrolling through different genres.

They decided on a dog movie. It seemed fitting, since Buddy was in their arms to watch it. As Evan clicked ‘play,’ he curled into Zoe’s side.

“This is the best way to beat the cold,” Evan says, taking in the warmth of Zoe’s body.

“I’d have to agree.”

-

“He looks ridiculous.”

“Everyone needs to be bundled up,” Evan says, picking up Buddy, “including pets.”

Evan had dressed Buddy in a thick winter coat. Booties were on each of his paws, and the outfit was topped with a knitted dog hat.

“Besides, I think he is rocking the outfit,” Evan jokes.

Zoe hooks the dog leash to Buddy’s collar, “Whatever you say dear. You ready for a walk Bud?!”

Buddy wagged his tail, and began to pant excitly.

“Before we go, one more person has to put on some winter clothes,” Evan eyes Zoe.

“I’m wearing a coat!” Zoe exclaims, “and it’s just a walk.”

Evan grabs a scarf and hat, “It’s still twenty degrees outside. We don’t want mommy to be cold, right Buddy?”

Buddy barks in reply.

“Fine,” Zoe allows Evan to wrap her scarf around her neck, and slip her hat on her head. Once he’s done, he gives Zoe a quick kiss on the cheek.

Just as Evan is about to open the door, Zoe grabs his hand, pulling him closer to her.

“You missed,” Zoe smirks.

Evan closes his eyes, and leans into Zoe, pressing his lips to hers. Zoe’s hands wrap around the bare spots of his neck that his scarf did not cover. Evan a breath hitches at the touch, and he wraps his arms around her lower back.

A yip interrupted them. Zoe and Evan break apart. Buddy was patiently sitting on the floor, looking utterly betrayed. Zoe and Evan blush and giggle.

Zoe gives Evan one last kiss before opening the door, the cool air welcoming their faces. Buddy quickly jumped outside, hopping into the fresh, fluffy snow from the previous night. He rolled around until snow covered his muzzle.

Buddy led the way during the walk, eager to look at everything ahead of him. Evan had his arm linked to Zoe’s, admiring the winter wonderland in front of them. Dark pine trees were coated with snow. The sky was blue, and not it’s normal grey. The sun was brightly shining on their faces, and snowflakes were lazily descending from the sky.

“The weather is nice,” Evan says.

Zoe nods, “Buddy is enjoying it.”

Buddy was attempting to catch falling snowflakes into his mouth. Evan and Zoe giggled.

The only downside to the winter weather is that when snow mixes with a dirt road, then it becomes muddy. Mud puddles were formed all over the road they were walking on.

Unfortunately, Buddy jumped right into a puddle.

Evan and Zoe gasped, but Buddy loved it. He rolled around and splashed in the sticky dirt.

Evan lifted him up, holding him arms length out. Buddy was smiling as mud was dripping off him.

“Looks like someone will need a bath.”

-

Zoe carefully lowered Buddy into their bathtub. Buddy had a look of fear on his face. When Zoe mentioned that he needed a bath, Buddy did whatever it took to avoid it.

Even if it meant trailing mud into their apartment.

“See Bud? It’s okay,” Zoe says once his paws dipped into the water.

Buddy splashed the water, still uneasy.

“I cleaned up all the mud,” Evan enters the bathroom, “how are things going in here?”

“I’m just trying to get Buddy to calm down.”

Evan sits next to Zoe. He reaches his hand over to Buddy, scratching his ears. Buddy was still tense as Zoe gently set him down.

“See? Not that bad,” Evan assures the dog.

Zoe squirts dog shampoo into her hand. She allows Buddy to smell it before applying it, lightly massaging it into his fur. The soap helped the mud slip off with ease. Buddy became more relaxed with Evan’s presence and Zoe’s gentle motions.

“The warm water must feel nice after being in the cold,” Evan says, helping Zoe rinse the soap off.

Zoe wiggles her eyebrows, “What if we did this once we finish cleaning Buddy up?”

“I like the way you think.”

A mist of water droplets hit the couple as Buddy began to shake himself dry. The two turn to each other, before laughing.

“Guess he already showered us off,” Zoe chuckles.

Evan reaches for a soft towel, and Zoe lifts Buddy out of the tub. Evan dries the dog off before wrapping him up.

-

Evan was thankful that the cafe allowed dogs.

“You ready to see mommy perform?” Evan cooed, holding Buddy in one arm, and a bouquet of lavender and carnation flowers in another.

Zoe had gotten a gig to perform at a winter event at a local cafe. Evan was ecstatic to watch her perform (despite listening to her practice a couple times).

Evan finds an open table. A waiter comes by to ask him what he would like, and he just orders a tea.

The show began, and numerous small and local musicians arrived on stage, each singing a song, and playing many different types of instruments.

When it was Zoe’s turn to arrive on the stage, Evan’s heart sprang with excitement. As Zoe got her acoustic guitar tuned, her eyes traced around the crowd until they found Evan and Buddy. Once she did, Evan moved Buddy’s paw to make it look like he was waving at her. A smile appeared on Zoe’s face.

Zoe began to straighten up, and took in a deep breath. She began to strike the first chords of White Winter Hymnal. She began to sing softly and smoothly.

“I was following

I was following

I was following

I was following

I was following the pack

All swallowed in their coats

With scarves of red tied ‘round their throats

To keep their little heads

From falling in the snow

And I turned ‘round and there you go

And Michael you would fall

And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.”

Zoe stopped singing, still strumming her guitar. The guitar produced a soft, warm sound. She hummed along to the song. Evan closed his eyes, enjoying just the sound of her voice and guitar.

Zoe repeated the chorus a couple more times before finishing the song. The audience, including Evan, clapped for Zoe. Buddy began to howl, cheering on Zoe. The audience chuckled.

Zoe grinned before exiting the stage, allowing the next performer to take the stage. Evan left his seat, following Zoe behind the stage.

She beamed at Evan when he approached her.

“Amazing job! You sounded… gorgeous,” Evan compliments.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Buddy also thought you sounded amazing,” Evan states.

Zoe holds her arms out, and Evan places Buddy in them. Buddy nuzzled into Zoe’s chest.

“I also got you these,” Evan displays the flowers to Zoe.

“Thanks Ev,” Zoe leans to him, and Evan pulls her into a hug.

“Do you think you can sing for us again tonight?”

“Always for you two.”

-

“Evan! How does Buddy look?”

Evan adjusted his tie as he looked over at Buddy, who was in Zoe’s arms. He wore a sparkly black bow tie. Evan and Zoe were planning to take him to the Murphys’ annual New Year’s Eve party. He would be able to meet Cynthia, Larry, Connor, Heidi, and their friends.

“Awwww, he looks so handsome,” Evan pet Buddy’s head.

“I tried putting the rest of his tuxedo on, but someone wasn’t cooperating,” Zoe says.

Buddy gives them a guilty look. Evan laughs.

“I think he looks amazing,” Evan says, “and so do you.”

“It isn’t too flashy, is it?” Zoe asked.

She wore a black top with a metallic gold skirt. It matched Evan’s black suit and gold tie.

“Nope. You look perfect. Don’t you agree Buddy?”

Buddy licks Zoe’s face.

“Thanks Bud,” Zoe presses a kiss to Buddy’s head.

“Could I get one?” Evan smirks.

“Buddy, could you give daddy a kiss?” Zoe teases, reaching the dog towards Evan.

“Zoeeeee,” Evan whines, giggling as Buddy licks his face as well.

Zoe playfully sticks out her tongue before kissing his cheek. Zoe sets Buddy down. Zoe noticed her phones started to buzz on the table. She picked it up. There were numerous different texts from her mom.

Cynthia: Are you and Evan coming?

Cynthia: The party has already started.

Zoe looked at the time. They were thirty minutes past the time they were supposed to arrive.

“Hey Evan.”

“Hm?” Evan asks as he combs his hair.

“We were supposed to be at my parent’s house thirty minutes ago.”

Evan stops, “I knew we shouldn’t have waited for Buddy to wake up.”

“In my defense, he was sleeping on my lap. What was I supposed to do, move and wake him up?”

“Fair point.”

-

“There you two are!” Cynthia scolds Zoe and Evan when they walk into the Murphy house, wearing a dark dress and holding a wine glass in tack, “what took you two so long?”

Before Zoe can explain, Cynthia sees Buddy in her arms.

“Did you guys get a dog?!”

“Mom, meet Buddy!” Zoe says.

“Well aren’t you the cutest!” Cynthia gushes over Buddy. Zoe sets Buddy onto the ground. He sniffs Cynthia curiously before allowing Cynthia to touch him. He curled up against Cynthia’s touch.

“He’s also such a sweetheart!” Cynthia coos.

Cynthia calls for everyone. At the moment Cynthia said the word “dog,” everyone quickly rushed to see. The moment eyes were laid on Buddy, he was all anyone could rave about.

-

“I think he’s enjoying the attention,” Evan chuckles.

Jared, Alana, and Connor were crouched on the ground. Jared got the brilliant idea of using his tie for a game of tug of war. Alana and Connor were cheering Buddy on as he pulled the tie, determined to win. Earlier, Larry slid small pieces of chicken for Buddy under the table during dinner, and Cynthia and Heidi had been showering him with belly rubs and kisses throughout the night. No one even noticed when midnight hit the clock. All eyes were on Buddy.

Evan and Zoe were sitting on the couch, watching Buddy like proud parents.

“He’s the star of the show,” Zoe agrees.

“I’m glad we adopted him,” Evan says, resting his head on Zoe’s shoulder, “he makes everyone happy. He makes me happy.”

“He makes me happy too,” Zoe plants a kiss to his forehead, returning her focus to Buddy, who tore the tie out of Jared’s hands. Alana scooped the dog in her arms as Jared claimed he let the dog win.

Evan smiled, closing his eyes. He wanted to savor this moment forever.

#dear evan hansen #deh #bandtrees #evan hansen #zoe murphy #deh fanfic #deh fanart #my writing #my art #okay but this is like my first fanart im excited

[leviskokoro]

The Night :: It Begins

The cold wind nipped at the girl’s light caramel-colored flesh, causing her to shiver ever so slightly. She stood at the entrance to the grand mansion. It looked like it certainly suited the season, dark and gothic. One would think that this was a haunted house or the home of a vampire before entering. Glancing at her shorter companion, he seemed to be less cold than she was, thanks to his grey fur. However, he did have some discomfort written in his face. 

Grim groaned. “How long are they gonna make us wait until they answer?” 

“Maybe I should ring the doorbell again. It’s possible that they didn’t hear it with all the music and dancing going on inside,” Mari spoke up. 

He looked at her with an irritated expression. “This is all your fault! You sure took your sweet time picking out a costume. If we got here earlier, I could’ve been eating all the delicious food by now!” 

She laughed sheepishly, adjusting her mask. “Sorry about that. I really couldn’t decide which one I liked more. This would be our first time attending such a masquerade, so I wanted to make sure I was dressed perfectly for the occasion.” 

Then, the prefect balled her fist to knock on the mahogany door. But then, a creaking noise came from it. The door cracked open to reveal a一 skeleton in a tux?! 

“FGNAA?!” Grim jumped in shock. 

“You must be Mr. Skullingson. Good evening,” Mari greeted the incredibly tall being in front of them, giving a polite curtsy. “I love your costume.”

The man gave a hearty laugh. “Thank you. It was based on the tales of the Pumpkin King.” 

“This Pumpkin King sure seemed terrifying…” Grim mumbled under his breath. 

“Come in! I apologize for the wait. You must’ve been freezing out here.” He opened the door and stepped to the side, letting them enter. “Go ahead and join the party. Your friends are waiting for you.”

Entering the mansion, it looked very spooky. The place was dimly lit with pumpkin lanterns everywhere, all with unique shapes and faces. They walked through a hallway. Each pillar that they passed had cobwebs, large spiders hung from silky white strings. The sounds of heels clicking against the floor echoed throughout the place. Oddly enough, she felt as if she was being watched. From the corners of her eyes, in the far reaches of her peripherals, there were glowing spots of different hues. Green, grey, and gold. However, when she turned to look, there was nothing to be found. She sighed. It was probably just her imagination. The atmosphere was quite eerie so it’s not too unlikely. 

“Here we are,” Mr. Skullingson opened the door for them, revealing the ballroom. A grandiose chandelier hung over the dancefloor. Several people had been dancing, all wearing different costumes of various styles. Along the side was a lengthy table with mountains of scrumptious food. Grim’s eyes lit up as he spotted it and pointed at it. 

“Tasty food, here I come!” He exclaimed before running off to eat, leaving behind his partner with the host of the masquerade. 

“Grim, wait一” But it was too late, as he had started gobbling down every piece of food he could get his paws on. 

The host chuckled. “Clearly he has his priorities straight,” he said, before turning to her. “Why don’t you go ahead and dance with a fellow or two? I’m sure many of your peers would like to dance with a charming girl such as yourself.” 

Mari looked up at him and nodded silently. She walked down the stairs that led to the dancefloor and was able to spot two familiar faces of her dear friends that have been with her from the very start. Her chocolate brown eyes lit up. Before she could even think, her legs seemed to move on their own towards一 

Tune in to @the-night-cyoa for more!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst grim #ace trappola #deuce spade #the night | cyoa #heartslabyul

[sunshinesholland]

dog days | t.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.77k

Summary: Being a dog mom is tough. Having a busy schedule and feeling mom guilt is even tougher. So who are you to say no when your dog just wants to spend some time playing at the park, even if it is pouring down rain. It’s what dog parents do. Or at least just you?

A/N: So I have a half pitbull named Mia Bella and I think Tessa is absolutely cute and they’d make sweet friends and... this was self indulgence and it’s finest and I’m not even sorry about it.

It’s a little ridiculous, you suppose, while it’s managed to go from a light drizzle of rain to a torrential downpour and everyone else has completely left the park, you’re still out. Determined to get your pup the playtime she deserves, having felt guilty going into work on a Saturday morning. Most people are likely indoors right now, snuggled up with a warm cup of tea, watching their favorite series on Netflix. Meanwhile are absolutely chilled to the bone, but with your dog smiling up at you, tail wagging and tennis ball in mouth, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, maybe you would. An umbrella would be nice. You at least have an anorak on, and a cap to protect you from the onslaught of rain.

But your dog Bella comes back, scampering with glee and the biggest smile on her face. She drops the ball in the mud, proudly staring up at you. As a Staffordshire terrier, she’s unbelievably expressive. Her big doe eyes begging you to throw the ball and her cheeks widened in what can only be described as a grin. No other family dog you’d had as a child was ever as expressive as your own. She’s your furry best friend, and you had a million pictures on your phone to prove it. Dog mom stereotype completely fulfilled. And yeah, your trainers are soaked, and your jeans are clinging to your skin, but your baby is happy.

You smile and reach down to scratch behind her ears, before grabbing the ball lying in front of your feet. Before you can even lift your arm to throw, she’s off and running, trying to be ahead of the game and beat the ball before it gets where it’s going. You smile, because she always does this, and throw it anyways. You wait a few minutes, expecting her to come racing back as usual. But it’s a heavy downpour and your view is obstructed further by your position at the bottom of a slight incline and the presence of trees and now you’re panicking.

“Bella?! Bell!” You’re yelling, and running now, feet sloshing against the mix of mud and slick grass.

If you weren’t already cold, the breeze from your pace is hitting your already soaked clothes makes you feel even colder. But all you can think of is your dog. She’s such a sweet girl, extremely smart and friendly but she’s a pitty and the sad truth is people aren’t very kind or trusting of bully breeds.

And you hear her bark and you’re immediately fearful, is she barking because she’s scared? Is she barking because she’s lost? Is someone hurting her? And you reach the clearing of the park, away from the trees and you see her under the park’s gazebo. She’s sat next to one of the benches, with another dog and what you can only assume is its owner.

“Oh thank god, Bella. You scared me so much!” You’re out of breath and you sound like a frightened mother. Because you are.

She comes ambling to you, completely unaware of how scared she’s made you. She’s just happy she’s made a new friend and she’s got a fun sprint in. You kneel down and attach her leash to her collar, squeezing her face in your hands and ruffling her fur. You can’t be mad at her, she’s wagging her tail and she’s safe and happy and oblivious.

“I honestly didn’t think anyone else would be crazy enough to be out here,” the stranger’s voice raised to speak over the rain, flashing a cheeky grin.

The rain is relentless against the metal roof of the structure, but it’s somehow still calming and beautiful, the sound of rain thumping against the metal. A stark contrast to being fully immersed in the pouring rain in combination with the pounding of blood in your ears, as you just were.

The rain has soaked his hair, curls falling against his forehead. He’s wearing a black zip up, and a pair of joggers. He’s managed to look cozy, warm, and attractive, and he really has no business looking this good, especially while being caught in a rainstorm. You imagine you look like a drowned rat, baseball cap doing nothing to hide the mess of soaked hair flowing from under it. Your cheeks most likely flushed from the cold and the frantic dash across the park. You brush your hair that’s fallen in your face away, clearing your throat.

“I, uh, had work this morning. And I’m a graduate student and weekends are the most time we get together without me having my nose in a textbook and I felt guilty and- you didn’t ask for my life story, I’m sorry,” you blurt out, averting your eyes from this unbelievably handsome, rain-soaked stranger, looking down at Bella.

She’s not smiling at you like she was a moment ago, instead she blinks at you before yawning. Ah, what a show of compassion. She’s bored now, she’s had her fun and you’re boring her with your need for emotional support, you think.

“It’s quite alright, I suppose I did call you crazy. You felt the need to explain yourself, even if it does somewhat confirming the initial judgement,” and you’re realizing he has an English accent, and you look up to see a softer smile on his features, eyes crinkling at the corners, effectively softening the harsh assessment, albeit joking.

And you can’t help but wonder how English rainstorms are, and if that’s why he’s fine being out in this weather. And why he’s here, in the states? And also, who gave him the right to be so charming? And why did Bella come to him? She usually isn’t very comfortable around men (although a sweet dog, she is constantly in protector mode as you’re a single girl and it’s just you two in the apartment in a busy city).

And furthermore, he’s fine with a pitbull coming up to him? Okay well, she is very very cute, and very sweet, you think, completely unbiased. Not at all thinking this because you’re her owner and proud dog mom. Not biased at all.

“Well I guess since you told me all of that, I can tell you why we’re crazy enough to be out,” he jokes, sitting down at the bench, reaching down to pet his dog.

You had been so caught up in the relief of finding your pup, of the cute stranger  his lovely accent and the tap, tap, tap of the rain against the roof that you hadn’t even noticed the lovely dog sitting patiently at his side. Your heart swelled upon recognition of the boxy terrier snout, familiar doe eyes and pointy little ears. Seeing another dog of the same breed group made you unbelievably happy. While you loved all dogs, you had a soft spot for the far too misunderstood,  gentle terriers of this breed group.

“Me and Tess were just getting our afternoon jog in when the rain started,” he continues, smiling down at his pup and then looking back at you, effectively bringing you out of your internal dog-loving monologue.

“I actually also had work today, but my girl is important to me and I needed to make time for her,” he explains, “So we’re both crazy dog parents, if we’re willing to risk hypothermia for them, I suppose,” he grins.

You can just feel how soft your eyes must be looking at him. You kneel down, Bella is at your side, sniffing at Tess, trying to get closer.

You look up at him, chocolate brown eyes meeting yours and ironically, it’s hard to not melt, “Would it be okay to pet her?”

You ask, trying to be respectful despite her tail wagging a mile a minute, and her already leaning against you to be pet.

“I don’t think either of us get a choice, darling” he laughs, eyes crinkling and head slightly tilting back at his dog’s antics.

The sound echos in the acoustics of the gazebo, and it blends beautifully with the rain calming down, now more lightly tapping against the roof. The rain is dripping down the roof edge, against the cement. You feel warm, despite being being drenched from head to toe. You stop your petting (to Tess’s dismay), and stand up.

“Would it be alright if they went and played? Since both of their activities got cut short?” You question, smiling back in what you hope is at least half as an appealing manner as his laugh.

He grins at you, reaching to unleash Tess, as you do the same with Bella, before he stands up beside you. The dogs are immediately off, running circles around the structure. The rain has let up enough that Bella is fully in your view, allowing you to relax and chat with the unnamed curly-haired boy.

“I’m sorry, I know your dog’s name, but I didn’t catch yours,” you turn away from the dogs to look at him and he’s smiling watching the dogs run.

You think he may not have heard you but he turns to you and you’re blindsided by the dazzling smile being directed at you.

“Tom, my name’s Tom,” he replies, outstretching a hand for you to shake.

You’re laughing at his formal nature, but shake his hand nonetheless.

“Well Tom, if you’re also a single dog parent, I’d love to get a cup of coffee with you,” you grin, feeling giddy for some stupid reason. It’s his sunny disposition, and his cute face, you bet.

“I drink tea… But I suppose I could make an exception for your cute dog,” he grins, bumping your shoulder playfully,

“Yeah, going for coffee, it’s for the dogs. Like when parents have to be friends because their kids are. They like each other, and who are we to stand in the way of friendship?” You add, looking out at the park space they’re running in. In your head you’re playing it cool, but in Tom’s eyes, you’ve got a slight grin but you’re beaming, absolutely glowing even in the gloom of the rainy afternoon.

“Yeah, exactly. We might have to meet up again soon too. I mean, think of the children,” he says in reply, nodding his head, looking out as well, trying to match your attempt at a collected demeanor.

And both of you are watching the two chase each other, barking happily. All while you and Tom are grinning from ear to ear. And you’re grateful that you’re not the only dog parent crazy enough to come out in a downpour, and you remind yourself that when you get home, you’ve really gotta give Bella a treat for running off like she did.

#listen #I just want a meet cute w me and Tom and our dogs 🥺 #this the dream babey #also about the title? im so sorry i couldn’t think of anything creative it’s midnight lmao #emi writes #Tom holland #Tom Holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland fluff #Tom Holland writing #Tom Holland fic #Tom Holland fanfiction #Tom Holland blurb #Tom Holland x reader #Tom Holland x y/n

[adhd-demetri]

First things first, love the new url, it's super you. Second are you working on the story for your oc? I actually want to read more on it -Jane

Yep and after thinking about it, if you have a twilight oc, message me and I'll add them into the story :) but this is it so far. Consider this a free sample

~Breaking news~

Things are getting pretty wild in ohio near cowan lake campgrounds. Two coyotes and wolf have been spotted in the area roaming around together wrecking havoc and panic. Biologists are baffled by the sudden appearance of a wolf in ohio with what is supposed to be their enemy.

No one knows where the trio came from but police and wildlife officials are urging people to haze them away and for parents of pets and children alike to keep a sharp eye on them.

Witnesses say they have been seen near dumpsters and trash cans tearing open bags of uneaten food-

-Click-

Demi turned off his phone as he took a bite out of a sub he and his mate had dug out of the dumpster. He snickered at the thought of him, his little brother and his mate 'wrecking havoc' over simply digging in dumpsters for goodies people through out. Like phone chargers, towels, clothing, sleeping bags and even small one person tents with easy fixes.

People are so wasteful. Throwing away perfectly good treasures. Oh well, they were now theirs.

Casper walked up behind him and threw down a tent that he just patched up. It was a cheap green and beige 4 person tent that had a hole in the roof of it. It wasn't nothing special truthfully.

"What do you think? Nice patch work right?" He said looking very proud of his work. Demi turned around and ran his fingers over the the patch, inspecting the delicate stitching and the vinyl that protected them from wear-and-tear.

"Looks good Cas, can't imagine why someone would get rid of this for a easy fix!" He shrugged, oh well. It now belongs to his younger brother.

As he got up from the forest floor, he dusted off the leaves and dirt that clung to the back of his pants. Grabbing the tent, he headed to Caspers car that was parked by an abandoned entrance way that led to overgrown trails leading to their little hideout.

"Hey alex. Check it out, Cas fixed you a tent. Now you can go camping with us instead of sleeping in the car." He said giving his 10 year old little brother the now fixed up tent.

Alex was sitting in the back playing mario kart tour on his phone. He glanced down quickly and laid his phone down. He picked up the tent bag and looked at its contents. His baby blue eyes started to widen with excitement.

"Th-this is for me? My own tent? Wow this is so cool!" The little blond was practically jumping up and down in his spot with pure joy and happiness radiating off of him. He was so happy to have his own tent finally.

"Yup, tonight Cas and I can teach you how to put it up and when we leave, take it down. Sound good?"

"Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!!!!" He suddenly slammed into Demi with a tight hug. Demi patted his head and pulled the excited child off of himself.

Alex went back to playing his game. Demi went back and sat on the ground to join Casper in the small clearing while he was redoing the zipper work on one of the sleeping bags. Casper nearly had this one finished up and planned on giving it to Alex since it had Kion and other lion guard characters on it. Casper concentrated as he worked on stitching the zipper to the sleeping bag.

"Soooo Alex loved his tent. Thank you for fixing it up for him."

"No problem. Seemed better than sitting in the car ya know? Oh hey look I finally got it stitched. You know these zippers are so hard to fix now a days." He said zipping up the bag and admiring his work.

He looked up and noticed the sun was starting to paint the sky in a beautiful array of oranges and pinks mixed with some purples and blues. The air felt slightly cooler than it did before.

Demi rolled his eyes and simply smiled.

He knew it was time to get going and head back to the campgrounds.

Casper followed right behind him and started up his car. They headed back to Cowan Lake campgrounds tenting area.

"Hey alex! Buckle up bud!" He yelled getting back up and getting into the car to leave.

The ride there was quite relaxing as the trio was simply jamming out to some music on their way to the campgrounds. They didn't have a care in the world it seemed.

They finally made it back to their spot. Alex quickly hopped out along with his tent and claimed a spot right next to where Demi and Casper's tent was. He started to pull everything out of the make shift bag that he had stuffed it in previously.

Demi quickly got out and ran to him. He didnt want Alex to lose anything.

"Hey bud slow down, We still got to help you put it up. Cas you want to get the fire going? We can roast some shmellows and some hot dogs. I'm starved!" Demi quickly started unraveling the tent and pulling out the poles, laying them nice and neat.

While they did that, Casper started up the fire. It roared to life after a few moments of poking and prodding it with fiery paper. He grabbed all the goodies, the roasting sticks and a mini table from his car.

The sun sunk down below the trees as the beauty of the moon rose to the sky. She bathed the area in a soft ghostly white glow.

Meanwhile Alex and Demi finally got his tent all nice and set up. It looked a little worn down but it was definitely still usuable.

"Hey who wants shmellows? We got some dogs that need roasting too!" Cas called out to Demi and Alex. He laid out the marshmallows and chocolate along side the hotdogs, gram crackers and bread. Alex and Demi joined him by the cozy fire grabbing a few bits of food and wolfing them down like ravenous animals.

Demi shushed him real quick. He didn't want to disturb others and cause any unnecessary commotion. The last time that happened didn't end well .... for the other person that is.

Around them other campfires crackled and popped while kids and couples alike told stories and roasted foods. Some saying goodnight while others stayed out.

"So when the fire goes out, do you two want to go on a run? I'm pretty sure that stupid Cullen family is out hunting and I do NOT want him near our area." Demi asked Casper and Alex.

Casper thought about it for a moment and mouthed I dont care while shoving a hotdog in his mouth. Alex simply shook his head yes as he ate a burnt gooey marshmallow.

"Yeah it's a full moon tonight! And I haven't ran with you guys in forever!" Alex shouted a tad bit to loud grabbing the attention of a few nearby campers.

"Let's wait till 10. Most of the other campers will be asleep and in their tents by then. It would be the perfect time to slip out." Demi said leaning into his mate's embrace.

No one screams at his little brother for being excited.

"Yeah, it has been awhile hasn't it? It's about time we run and get a good idea of how big our territory is too if this is our permanent home." Casper said.

Demi nodded in agreement as he got up. He went to his and Casper's tent and stripped down to just his incredibly warm out pants. He didn't care if these pants got destroyed while shifting. They've been through so much and it was time to finally to get rid of them.

Casper got up from his spot and joined Demi in the tent. He wrapped his arms around Demi's midsection, pulling him into a warm hug.

"So when you want to head out love?" He whispered.

They both sat down on their makeshift bed. Minutes passed as they simply stayed still together.

A sense of euphoria enveloped him. What a lovely feeling it was.

He got up quickly, peeking out of the tent entrance way.

Neither wanted this moment to end.

His little brother crossed his mind. He left him out there by the fire by himself!

Hide and seek

Thankfully the fire was dying since no one was paying it any attention.

His brother was lying down on the grass. His headphones over his head and his hand tracing the stars as he sang a familiar song quietly. His head bobbing in sync to the beat.

Reason and rhyme

Grand and glorious

Living the dream

yours and mine

~ Euphoria!

As he sand the last part, his arm fell to his side. A smile was spreading across his face as he lost himself in his own little world of euphoria.

Demi felt his body shift quickly. Thankfully his pants were worn enough to not make hardly any noise. Brown, orange and white fur littered from his skin quickly.

The feeling of happiness and joy could be felt radiating from him once again.

Demi sighed to himself, grateful his brother was ok.

"Everything alright love?"

"Yeah, just got worried about Alex but he's fine. He's in his own little world right now."

"I can tell. I can feel it from here."

Demi went back and sat down. He searched for his phone to check the time.

9:57 PM

All of the other campers were asleep by now. The only ones awake at this point was the trio.

Casper's body morphed as well. Silvery gray fur with white swirls that resembled a starry galaxy painted his skin. His body shifted and the shorts he had were ripped quickly.

And just like that, a coyote that could blend in with the autumn themed environment stood before Casper.

The air swirled around Demi. With it, The smell of wet leaves and smoke with sugary delights. Demi inhaled the savory scents before making his way to the child that was still relaxed on the grass.

And just like that, a wolf stood above Demi in the 10 person tent.

Giving his mate a quick nuzzle, Demi slowly crept outside the tent. He didn't want to wake anyone or draw attention to himself. He still had to get Alex into their tent.

Demi nudges Alex with his snoot, urging him to get up. Alex realised it was time and ran to his brother's tent as there would be no room to shift in his own.

Soon after a small blondish white coyote pup came out. His ears and tail were probably the most unique feature both the wolf and coyote have ever seen.

Casper ran out of tent to give Alex some privacy.

'So Cas, did you hear what they said about us on the news? They think we are trouble makers!

Just were the ears attach to the head, Alex's fur was a shiny metallic gold color. His tail was the same way.

He jumped up into the air and started to run a tad bit. The excitment seemed to rub off on Demi. He too started to jump around with his little brother. Together their energy seemed to wile them up even more.

With a burst of energy, the trio took off onto the road. Demi and Alex yipped along the way down the road. Casper's tongue lulled out of his mouth while he ran.

Alex on the other paw didn't want to go digging like his older brother. He was more interested in the playground that was close by and the toys that had been abandoned there as well.

Ha! Can you believe that? Let's give them real trouble!'

Cas nodded in response. He started to slow down as they approached the dumpsters. The overwhelming smell of garbage that has been marinating all day under a scorching hot sun wafted around the trio.

Demi charged ahead of them. He loved digging in the trash, all kinds of goodies people would throw out for no reason was calling his name!

He chased after his brother though.

[themissinglynx]

While doing a bunch of GoldenTiger doodles, I ended up accidentally creating an AU where Tigerclaw’s a nice good boi who loves his cat wife and becomes a good leader of Thunderclan instead of Firebutt. I haven’t gotten too far into the family tree because idk how to implement canon or altered mates. (Should Tawnypelt have a Shadowclan mate or just a general outsider? I kinda like Squirrel and Shrew together, so idk if Bramble or Shrew should be her guy.)

And for good measure, this AU features accurate genetics and traditional names. Boys take a red or black from their mother, girls smash their parents’ together, eye colors aren’t hereditary, prefixes refer to color, suffixes refer to personality or skill, and cats aren’t commonly named after one another because that is cutting down on their individuality.

Pinestar has been reinterpreted as a pointed kittypet (yay! he gets the life he wanted!) He’s reinterpreted as a point so if I decide to let Sasha’s babies to be a thing in this AU, they have a 50/50 chance to be pointed too and I can make Hawkfrost a seal lynx point, thus keep his blue eyes.

Leopardfoot is reinterpreted as a chocolate torbie with a paler than normal red you know, the color of an actual leopard). For the sake of Tawny, let’s say Leopard carries dilute and passed it down to Tiger. She gets to keep her green eyes though!

Tigerclaw is a black tabby. “But he’s a dark brown tabby!” But he’s dark enough to be constituted as black in my eyes. And for good measure, no amber eyes. He gets copper. Because that’s way more intimidating. His stripes are from his mom, he takes the chocolate color from his mom, but his dad’s genes bump it up to black. And he carries dilute so Tawny can exist.

Onto Speckletail! She’s a dilute red (cream) false tabby, and a spotted tabby at that. She isn’t able to pass it down to either Lion or Goldie, but I presume they carry it. It probably got drowned out by their mates’ genes however... She gets to keep her eyes because it works. For her mate, I’m going to retcon Smallear out of the tree because if he was Speckle’s mate, Goldie would be a dilute tortie. So Speckle had a fling with an outsider that produced the two.

Goldenflower... Her father has to be a red or cream tabby for her to be as I interpret her, a cream tabby. She gets to keep her yellow eyes because they’re acceptable for this pelt color.

Brambleclaw gets a rename! Because boys take the red or black aspect from their mothers, Bramble can’t be a spitting image of his father. If Goldie was a tortoiseshell (having the red and black aspect), Bramble could totally be black. But since Goldie keeps her name, she keeps her appearance. Since she keeps her appearance, Bramble has to change his, and so does his name. I mean, I could stretch it; brambles are blackberries and unripened blackberries are red, so idk. Hornet is more descriptive of his appearance as hornets are striped and so is he. He takes the red aspect from his mother and isn’t diluted because of his dad’s genes. He also keeps his canon suffix not because he’s named after his father (because that’s stupid), but because he shows great enough skill in fighting to earn the suffix.

And lastly, Tawnypelt. She takes the red aspect from her mom and the black aspect from her dad, gets the 50% chance for dilution, and 50% chance for tabby. So she is a dilute chocolate (lilac) torbie. And she keeps her green eyes because that’s possible! And don’t underestimate her for her -pelt suffix. -pelt and its sibling -fur can mean “not spectacularly notable”, but it could also mean “doesn’t fit any established suffix”. I definitely imagine Tawny being the latter of the two. And because she doesn’t leave for Shadowclan, her kits would be Thunderclan born.

I can’t figure out what to do with their spawn, so idk. Tiger and Flame can keep their appearances, but can’t keep their names. Tiger because no repeats within a clan and Flame because it’s basically Fire and that’s already taken. For Tiger, I could rename him Adder or Twite. Flame could be Fritillary. Dawn could keep her name despite all her possible appearances. It could mean cream, red, gray, or dilute tortoiseshell.

Again, I’m not sure what to do about Hornet’s kids, if at all. Maybe Holly, Jay, and Lion are said to be Squirrel and Hornet’s kids, but they’re actually Leaf’s kids like in canon? But after the scandal, Hornet breaks up with Squirrel and she has Spark and Alder with Shrew? (but probably earlier because in canon, Squirrel was six years old when they were born, Bramble almost eight) Perhaps only Lion is actually Squirrel and Hornet’s kid and the other two are adopted?

I’ll expand upon this later. Maybe include Lionheart’s family. Maybe. If I get around to it...

#warriors #warrior cats #family tree #goldentiger #read more #tigerclaw #tigerstar #pinestar #pine #leopardfoot #speckletail #goldenflower #brambleclaw #bramblestar #hornetclaw #tawnypelt

[talesofsonicasura]

Stand Needed

Snatcher and Moonjumper contract a nasty undead illness. Luckily, Hat Kid knows someone who could help in exchange for a price. Too bad it's another weirdo on a whole other level.

Every creature can get sick. Dogs can contract illnesses, cats can get sick, rats can carry sickness and humans get sick from small colds or deadly diseases. Though no one ever thought the undead could contract an illness but it is possible especially for soul-devouring species.

There is an illness that can disturb the magic energy of powerful spirits, particularly those whose power grew greatly by consuming the life force of innocence more than the damned or vice versa. This causes their magic to malfunction, spells to fail or backfire, and if not treated in time that spirit in question will become stone.

The Subcon Forest, a dark and mysterious biological creature born from the ghostly energy that soaks deep in the soil. A fallen kingdom that's entire population was devastated in a single day by deadly frost and then revitalized into this maze of trees by powerful ghostly fire. Magic flows throughout the forest, haunted noose that come alive to snatch their victims, cherries that became crystalized then exploded when introduced to ghostly energies, swamps that drag treaders into the deep abyss and even bells that affect the spiritual plane.

Two types of inhabitants make this dead land their home under the laws of their ruler. Dwellers, spirits that are tied to the world by the masks they wear and capable of revealing the spiritual plane to others. And then there are the Subconites, dwellers whose spirits are given physical form through puppet bodies so they can interact with the world.

Both under the rule of the Snatcher, a powerful ghost that haunted the land. Trespassers he caught are forced to sign magical contracts with their souls as the price. All but one had made it out with their soul not getting devoured and bodies dumped like garbage. Another spirit did dwell within this ghostly forest and commanded the Dwellers that didn't want to be involved with the ghostly ruler.

This spirit known as Moonjumper also was a soul stealing entity that was at odds with the Snatcher. Clashes between both spirits were given and often depleted their magic to the point souls were required to replenish them. Snatcher fed on ones that belonged mostly to the innocent since they trespassed on his land more often and Moonjumper took those who were destined for hell as they fled to his part of the forest after performing dastardly deeds.

And this is where their problem all started. In a large tree lined with giant mushrooms and carved into with a jack o lantern was the dwelling for a particular specter. The Snatcher, a ghost around 20 ft long in size with a body similar to a serpent but covered completely in a mane of dark purple fur, a thick curly tip mane followed by glowing yellow eyes and mouth often found on a child's jack o' lantern with two fangs and spindly arms with two clawed fingers.

The spirit had a book in hand that's cover read 'Ghostly Magic and Illnesses' with eyes narrowed in annoyance and frowning in distaste. His powers had been acting finicky as late as last night. His warping magic left him in the wrong location than what he wanted, hands burst into flame without reason but the biggest sign was one of his contracts. The paper looked dead than it's pristine yellow cut.

Thus he delayed any new contracts and halted his duties to immediately find what was going on with his powers. A magical sickness wasn't what he expected. Especially as one as deadly to him like this. The Chaos Petrification, a sickness that manifests in soul eating entity's who had too much of innocent or damned energy in their appetite.

"...The only cure is the energy from a being with an immense fighting spirit. A soul whose willpower is so powerful that they can bring their inner being to life. By consuming some of this energy, the sick spirit's powers will return to proper balance. These souls are very rare and the illness will take four days to permanently petrify the spirit. What the peck?!" He shut the book with a huff.

"How the peck am I supposed to find a soul with an immense fighting spirit? What does that even mean by willpower that can come to life?!" He exclaimed with his animalistic rough growl mixed alongside the mischievous jovial balanced tone of his voice echoing through the forest. This wasn't something that needed to happen. You can't rule over a forest if you are a stone statue.

"Guess I'm not the only in this same predicament." A much softer male voice with an echo made the Snatcher's frown turn into an annoyed snarl. Turning around to bore holes into the head of the corpse possessing spirit at his home's doorway. The spirit was much smaller than him, around the size of a human man if he was missing his legs.

Their head was a pale blue moon shaped mask flipped on its back, red stripes going down the bottom side of the mouth, two eyes of slightly different sizes with red stripes or star spots in them, the fangs making the mask bear an aura of madness, his spindly body covered in torn remains of a prince attire consisting of a white ascot and red coat but manacles with broken chains around his wrists.

"Moonjumper, how did you get here? Have you forgotten you are banned from this part of my forest?" Snatcher growled whilst looking at this intruder with aggravation. "Trust me, I wouldn't have impeded on your land if it wasn't for good reason. I believe Chaos Petrification being both our problems." Those words were enough for the violet ghost to drop the book an instant.

"You have it too? This is really bad. Magic is the only thing keeping that witch's frost from eating the whole forest. And I really don't want her anywhere near that pecking border." The spirit shivered upon the thought of the ice witch that dwelled in a small section of the forest. All three of them were at odds but neither of the two males hated the other more than the female demon by their borders.

"As much as you hate me, neither of us wants our land to become frozen over with ghostly ice. We need each other to keep her at bay. From what I overheard is that the cure is the energy of a soul with a powerful inner will?" Moonjumper said, picking up the dropped book and opened it back to the page the other specter had it on.

The page in question held a person shaped hieroglyph and multiple wisps around them with a giant wisp at the center. Underneath the image was a scrap of text that seemed unreadable. With a flick of his fingers, red string manifested on that tiny part of the page. It covered the area before they vanished upon burrowing into the pages as restored text that read 'Stand User' in its place.

"Stand User? A bizarre name but much better than nothing. Though it's the first I heard of it." Moonjumper hummed looking at those two words that were the key to their salvation. "Maybe the kid might know. She may be a weirdo but she's a weirdo from space so the Hat Brat might have a clue." As if on signal by the violet ghost, a soft thump was heard by his tree alongside a childish girl saying Tada.

Then walked in a little girl who seemed to be around 8 years old in age, hair a chocolate brown ponytail and bright blue eyes wearing a purple top hat with a gold ribbon, a purple Victorian looking shirt, white pants, black shoes and a violet umbrella decorated in stickers. "Hey Snatcher! And Moonjumper you here too?! Bowie was wondering where you were!" The child who was known as Hat Kid said with honest surprise.

Both ghosts decided to inform the young child about their current predicament. The girl may be young but her actions in the past showed she was a force to be reckoned and a good source of help. After all, no one had ever bested Snatcher in a fight or escaped the manor of the Subcon's Ice Queen alive.

"A Stand User? Don't know what that is but I think my new friend might know!" That caught the attention of the two specters. Hat Kid has a habit of making friends with very interesting individuals. These very people were often useful to Snatcher in particular considering his special contacts known as Death Wishes.

"Really? Who's this new friend of yours and where are they now?" Snatcher questioned nearly getting into the kid's face. "Her name is Jodie Joestar and I met her in Mafia Town! She looked extremely lost and said something about a Stand thingy that took her from her friends! In fact she's waiting on my ship right now since I said you guys might know a way for her to get back!" Hat Kid exclaimed, both ghosts were quite pleased to hear this.

It shouldn't be so hard to ask the woman about it. Though even if the Snatcher wouldn't think or much less admit it, Moonjumper was quite curious on what kind of person was this Jodie Joestar. A question he was glad to ask Hat Kid about on their way to her ship.

"What kind of person Jodie is like? She's quite cool and very nice! Her hair is blue and the surprising thing is that it's completely natural! Jodie also knows some cool tricks I could do with my hat and apparently loves to sing. I plan on asking her if she wants to hang out later and show me these special comics she has called Manga! Oh and she has a lot of siblings, like 7 brothers and one sister! One of her brothers is her twin too!"

Snatcher could only do a small dry cackle in his head. This Jodie sounded like another weirdo. They had to be crazy to stand the little purple hat wearing alien girl known as Hat Kid. Plus having 8 siblings was guaranteed to drive someone up the wall with madness. Then again, might be another soul that could be a new contractor. His forest did need some maintenance that didn't involve the kid.

Hat Kid's spaceship could be described as very colorful and imaginative to anyone who goes inside. Various rooms with bright color carpets, different setups being connected by various sized tunnels which most were crawlspaces to any adult guests, displays with the subjects of each one floating in midair or the massive pile of pillows that could be found in the bedroom.

Each room contains a telescope, a type of transporter that took others to certain parts of the planet that it was locked on to. Funnily, the telescope in her room leads straight to Subcon Forest which was also the same place the trio arrived in. Though they weren't exactly counting on the sound of music above them.

This music sounded very strange. It was like a flute with a higher pitch mixed with the tone of a harmonica and light notes found in an ocarina. The song itself was very soothing despite it's somber tune and all three of them had different thoughts upon it. To Hat Kid, it sounded like something that could be heard from a fairytale. There was this sort of magic to it that you would only find from unexplained wonders.

For Moonjumper, it was very calming to him. It reminded him of whenever he was stargazing, his inner turmoils were quelled and he could feel himself at peace despite his cursed afterlife. And for Snatcher, the tune reminded him of home. Before Subcon had become the haunted forest it was now. Where children were playing, the sun was shining and everything was filled with peaceful life. The time he was truly happy and had a better honest outlook of the world.

They all looked to see the source of that melody on top of the pillow mountain. It was a young woman with slightly long curly blue hair and the music was coming from a leaf she had pressed to her mouth. She appeared to be around 5'10 in height with light peach skin and her body completely covered in a peculiar style of clothing.

It consisted of a black long sleeve kimono to the point that it completely swallowed her arms and legs, a torn sleeveless white long coat with seagreen bottom starting from halfway, a long blue sash like harness around her waist and brown hiking boots. This had to be the girl that Hat Kid was talking about, Jodie Joestar.

From her closed eyes and no reaction to their arrival, it was clear she didn't notice them yet. 'She's quite talented if she can create such music with a simple leaf. And cute…' Moonjumper immediately shoved that last thought in the back of his mind. No ogling a human girl especially one you don't know nothing about.

Jodie opened her eyes and immediately spotted the little girl alongside the two ghostly guests. She then placed the small plant piece in her pocket before sliding down the pillow mountain. "Welcome back Hattie-san! I see you brought guests too! Konnichiwa!" Her voice was light, peppy and had a soft energy to it as she bowed to the two ghosts much to their surprise.

"Konnichi-what? Sorry girlie but I don't speak alien or bow to random strangers." Snatcher snarked but the young woman didn't let it bother her much. "Sorry about that. Konnichiwa means Hello in Japanese and bowing to someone you first meet is a sign of respect from Japan as well." Jodie explained, her voice riddled with modest honesty.

"Quite an interesting custom. Sorry for not introducing ourselves. I am Moonjumper and the large fellow beside me is Snatcher. You must be Jodie Joestar?" The chained ghost's question was met with a small nod. "Correct. Hattie-san said you could be of assistance with my particular situation." That's right, Hat Kid did say she was stranded but how bad could it be?

"It depends on how bad it is and what you can give in return, kiddo. Nothing in this world is free." Snatcher had slithered around her side before his face got up close and personal to the woman with a finger to her face. She merely moved his finger aside much to the specter's surprise. "It's rude to put your fingers in someone's face Snatcher. You wouldn't want someone to do the same to you." And then she booped him on the area where his nose would be if the ghost had one.

Hat Kid giggled and Moonjumper had put his own down seeing the flustered face of Snatcher as Jodie walked over to Hat's bed and sat at the end. He clearly was having trouble processing the fact that some random stranger booped him, Snatcher the Ruler of Subcon, on his face in pure nonchalance. The sound of the kid's laughter and Moonjumper's amused look had him push it to the side as he glared at the two then Jodie.

The bluenette wasn't even a bit fazed as she spoke once more. "To put it simply, this isn't my world. I was sent here by the power of an enemy Stand, I believe he called it 'When They Come For Me'. Stands are the manifestation of a person's fighting spirit and each one is different from the other. They come in many shapes, types and forms. Some are named after the tarot deck and lately music or songs."

It had to be another world. He had to jinx himself. Moonjumper had to resist facepalming for that one. "Stand Users have a habit of attracting other Stand Users and some aren't really nice learning that." The violet ghost decided to butt in. "I guess that means you're a Stand User too since 'Stand Users have a habit of attracting other Stand Users.'" Jodie ignored his snarky interruption with a placid face.

Snatcher really was trying to aggravate her but he wasn't going to be easily satisfied. "Very astute. I am a Stand User but lucky for you is that I'm one of the friendlier and more rational ones. If you would've asked someone else that then they would attack or in a worse case scenario kill you in very gruesome ways. Trust me when I say you don't want to make an enemy of someone who could erase you from existence or turn you into a living bomb with a single touch."

And the peaceful ambient mood immediately shriveled up and died from Jodie's words. 'Erase someone from existence? That peck neck kid could've got us destroyed in an instant if she brought some fool capable of that on board! I may be powerful but I'm not stupid. Though I had to applaud her for killing the mood so quickly.' Snatcher had to reluctantly admit that last bit in his head.

Jodie then continued. "Don't worry though if there are any other nasty Stand Users then I can easily handle them. It's sort of my job to keep the bad nuts under control with my Stand: What's Up Danger!" Almost on cue something large and white had appeared in front of the bluenette causing the two ghosts and child to jump back in surprise.

Standing proudly before then was a white lion/dog hybrid beast with a ragged green and red bowtie on their chest around a good 12 ft in size, a seagreen underbelly alongside horn like ears and sharp bladed claws of that same color, a mouth of oversized monstrous fangs and tusks that looked like something from a horror movie, two eye sockets filled with various colored eyes than just one, dark blue bladed spikes on each side of the back, and a blue tail ending with a plush viper head that had blue bunny ears alongside a stitched mouth.

"That is a big freakish cat. And seriously 'What's Up Danger?' At least some fool knows what they're getting into once that comes out." The beast or What's Up Danger rolled their eyes at the violet specter's snark. "Kitty!" Then Hat Kid just pounced on the large feline with a big hug much to everyone's surprise. Jodie immediately became as flustered as her Stand who clearly was not used to random hugs.

"Hattie-san, you are one of a kind because no one has ever called Danger a kitty and hugged her." The woman couldn't help but chuckle as the feline plucked the child off her leg and settled the little girl on her back with her tail. Moonjumper merely looked at the peculiar creature with a curious gaze. It's not everyday a ghostly demonic feline jumps out of someone.

He then noticed Jodie giving the two ghosts a look that clearly read: 'You can get closer if you want.' Moonjumper came closer with no issue while Snatcher held back a groan and settled with a skeptical look before begrudgingly coming over. Danger merely sat down and watched them making it clear she had no problem with what they did. Especially since Hat Kid was petting her much to the feline's pleasure.

"So you said you were looking for my assistance but for what?" Filling her in on the situation was apparently easier than they expected. "Turning to stone sounds really awful. If you need some of my Stand Energy then take what you need. Danger and I have no problem with it. Right, girl?" A soft mew confirmed the feline's answer to her partner.

"Thank you very much Jodie. You are a 'lifesaver' I believe what people say these days. Please hold out your hand or paw." The duo followed Moonjumper's instruction and pulled out their respective left limb. Snatcher had cautiously taken Jodie's while Moonjumper took Danger's. he vast difference in size was made clear as the violet ghost and feline practically overshadowed their respective partner's hand.

Both females felt a large prick at the center of their being that vanished as fast it came, a flu shot being the closest to compare the feeling. The reactions of the two ghosts were instant once they let go. A large burst of blue flame ignited from Snatcher's hand before manifesting as a pristine gold contract paper with a large bright smile and strings whipped from Moonjumper's in an elegant controlled fashion.

"I'm back in business! Maybe even better than ever since my contracts never had such a perfect pristine look to them." The specter couldn't help but admire the elegant masterful craftsmanship of the calligraphy and detailed fabric/paper of the very item in his claws. "My magic feels much better as well. It has been some time to be able to manipulate my strings like this after escaping the Horizon. You have an incredible spirit Miss Joestar."

Jodie and Danger couldn't help the big smile on their beaming faces at the Moonjumper's praise and the sorta gratitude from Snatcher. "Now to get you home! You know the telescopes on my ship, the ones that I use to travel on different parts of the planet." Hat Kid's inquiry earned a round of nods from the room's occupants.

"I was thinking that we can power up one of the telescopes so it can send you back! And the best ones for the job was Snatcher and Moonjumper." That didn't sound like a bad idea. All of them had seen how the strange objects worked, most of them even used it, they were very accurate on where they warped to and from.

"Doesn't sound too hard considering we got a sample of the kiddo's soul. It'll act like a guide to her planet and last location before ending up in that stupidity infested town. The telescope used for my forest will boost our chances since it's linked to the realm of yours truly." A larger smug smile grew on the specter's face that earned him an eye roll from the other ghost.

With a simple spell, the telescope to Subcon had undergone a significant change. It was now larger with the brown cover replaced with a deep violet marked by red spirals, a second notch by the lenses marked with a J, and a mechanism that changed the lense for a bright sea green one. "There we go. Now the telescope can warp to your world and not just Subcon Forest with a turn of the notch." Moonjumper didn't expect the sudden hug from the woman and Snatcher didn't expect her to hug him next. Hat Kid's hug wasn't a surprise.

What's Up Danger vanished as Jodie recalled the being back into her own soul. "Thank you guys! I hope we can meet again in the future someday but for now this is goodbye. My family is probably worried or on a crusade for that Stand User so best to put out the flaming torches and put down any Stand Rushes quickly as possible. Sayonara and Arigato." With a smile on her face, the girl vanished in the light of the telescope.

Snatcher and Moonjumper stared at the object a bit longer before instinctively looking at Hat Kid. She had a very familiar disaster impending smile on her face. "You're going to follow her, aren't you?" The chained specter was answered by the smug look in the child's eyes. "At least give her three days. I want to see what kind of face she makes when we pop up. Plus there's a book of spells that might come in handy."

An impossible thing to knock about Snatcher and Hat Kid. When you grab their interest expect to follow you with every chance they get. And prepare for the impending mayhem to follow. Ghosts and children always tend to cause mischievous mishaps after all.

This is another Hat in Time crossover but instead I used Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. Hat Kid here is a bit more chatty because I want to practice all sorts of interactions especially with two diverse sets of characters from two different franchises.

While Unappreciated Hunter was exploration in its style, this is more of how these very unique series interact with another when you take into consideration how vastly different they are. Kind of like a melting pot as characters handle brand new situations and the oddities provided.

This is all my first attempt at writing Moonjumper so I hope I did good. Until next time folks!

This is Jodie Joestar and her Stand What's Up Danger! Alongside the song that her name comes from.

#crossover #oc #fanfic #au #a hat in time #ahit snatcher #snatcher #moonjumper #ahit moonjumper #ahit hat kid #hat kid #ahit #jojo oc #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #tales of sonicasura #sonicasura #the snatcher #jodie joestar #jojo #stands #stand user #Spotify

[flippyspoon]

NOTE: Yet another Halloween ficlet lol. FLUFF WARNING.

Billy heaved a sigh and tossed a half eaten fun size Three Musketeers onto his cluttered coffee table. It was Halloween night and he was alone, which wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Steve would eventually be home later when he was done hanging out with the kiddies or whatever he was doing. 

The Twilight Zone was on TV, but he was only paying it half attention. 

The jack o’lantern Steve had carved glowed from its spot on a cheap tray table by the window of Hop’s trailer (now Billy and Steve’s trailer). 

He wished Steve had stayed home with him. He would have if Billy had asked him. He had all but begged Billy to go along and Billy had felt stubborn and grumpy and moped his way into a lonely evening.

His ears perked up at the sound of people outside and he heard the sound of Max’s voice.

He got to his feet and heard the crowd of teenagers stomping up to his door just before there was a knock and several voices in unison shouting, “Trick or treat!”

Billy threw open the door. All the kids were there in costumes ranging from Mike Wheeler’s rubber goblin mask to Dustin Henderson’s ornate Doc Brown outfit and wig. Steve stood behind them all. He had not worn a costume. He was wearing instead Billy’s Metallica shirt and Billy’s leather jacket and his hair was long and blown by a chilly breeze.

Billy’s heart sped up just looking at Steve even after living with him for a few months.

“Didn’t think I was gonna get trick or treaters,” Billy said wryly. 

“We thought we’d come bother you,” Max said brightly. “Since you won’t come out.”

Everyone was staring at him, holding their pillow cases open and waiting for treats. “Jesus,” Billy mumbled. “Fine. Christ. Lemme see if I have candy.” 

He turned around, intending to pretend he had not just been scarfing down chocolate even as he heard them all following him inside and Steve saying, “He totally has candy. I bought it.”

Thanks a lot, Harrington, he thought, and shot Steve an exasperated grimace which Steve answered with a wink. 

The kids looted his bag of candy and Billy went out to meet Steve on the wooden front stoop that made for a porch. 

“They’re going to the Wheelers’ from here,” Steve said, nodding towards the kids. He bit his lip and tugged softly on Billy’s hand. “Come walk with me. Not for long. We’ll come back soon. It’s so nice out.”

Billy couldn’t even pretend to resist. The kids thanked him for the candy and Max gently butted her head against his back before she made her way out alongside Lucas, which was as good as a hug from Max. Steve took his hand and having become used to Hawkins, he didn’t lock is door as they made their way out.

The kind of thing that could be stopped by a locked door, he wasn’t much afraid of.

“You’re grumpy,” Steve said, squeezing Billy’s hand as they walked through the overgrown grass and back to the road. “Grumpy Gus. Is it because I didn’t stay here with you?”

“I don’t care what you do,” Billy mumbled.

“Ooh…” Steve was laughing at him and Billy hated realizing that he didn’t even care. Steve stopped him on the side of the road, the moon massive and a little orangey looking this Halloween night as it glowed above their heads. Steve smiled at him, mischievous. A lock of his hair fell over one eye and Billy sighed. “You didn’t say anything,” Steve said. “I didn’t think you cared. I would’ve stayed in with you. Missed you anyway. That’s why I came back. It’s Halloween and all...”

Billy’s heart did a little dance in his chest and he shrugged, but he had to work to stifle the smile that wanted to break out. Steve leaned in and kissed him, nudging Billy’s mouth open to taste his tongue, his hands sliding up Billy’s arms to rest on his shoulders.

“Guess I forgive you,” Billy murmured against Steve’s mouth.

“MEW! MEW! MEW! MEW! MEW! MEEEEEEEW!”

The meows were a little tinny and they came from the woods. A tiny plaintive wail that made Steve and Billy break apart, turning their heads to it. 

“Huh,” Steve said, and walked toward the woods. 

Billy knew what could hide in the woods. His own monster had come from the Steelworks but he’d heard about Steve fighting demodogs and other nasties and his heart thumped uncomfortably watching the love of his life walk into the darkness, especially on Halloween.

“Harrington…”

“There’s a kitten,” Steve muttered.

“Yeah, obviously.”

Steve didn’t make it far because the kitten in question, a teeny ball of fur that hardly looked old enough to be standing came charging out of the woods. Billy had not always liked many humans but he rather liked cats and now he imagined a car plowing the little thing on the road.

“Hey!” Billy said and stuck his booted foot out to block the black blur of fur from running to the street. The kitten didn’t lose a step and instead ran right up Billy’s leg, trembling as it climbed his chest. Billy yelped at the sensation of surprisingly sharp claws penetrating his sweatshirt and digging into his skin. “Hey hey! Jesus!”

The kitten stopped finally, clinging to Billy’s chest as it shook, it’s tiny head buried in the crook of his neck. 

“Oh shit!” Steve said, laughing. 

Billy sighed and covered the tiny furry body with his hands, holding it there. “MEW! MEW! MEW! MEW!”

“Don’t you have a mother?” Billy said. 

“Maybe we should look for it,” Steve said, whipped a small flashlight out of his jacket pocket. 

They spent the next hour or so trying to find the kitten’s family with no luck. It made Billy a little depressed, but the kitten didn’t seem to mind and stopped meowing finally when Billy tucked it under his sweatshirt, zipping it up over him so he felt more secure.

“I give up,” Steve said, shrugging. “He’s yours now.”

They were back on the road and Steve was heading back to the trailer.

And Billy had a kitten now.

“I can’t have a kitten!” Billy said, finally following Steve who stopped to grab his hand. 

The kitten seemed to disagree as it licked at his throat.

“Why not?” Steve said, grinning back at him. “Besides, he likes you.”

“Guh…” Billy sighed and absently reached up to gently pet the kitten’s head with his free hand. It looked up at him with bleary but trusting eyes. 

Shit.

“I guess,” Billy muttered.

“What’re you gonna name him?” Steve said, once they were letting themselves back inside. 

Billy hummed and plopped down on the couch. He unzipped his sweatshirt and the kitten didn’t move, still clinging to him as if Billy’s chest was the safest place he could possibly be. He stroked the kitten’s head with his thick, squarish finger and it began to purr.

Steve sat down and snuggled up to him, chuckling as he watched Billy bond with his new pet.

“Monster,” Billy said. “His name is Monster.”

“Perfect,” Steve said, and kissed his cheek.

#harringrove #harringrove ficlet

[wonderlustlucas]

soonie, doongie, dori, & john - lee minho

⇢ prompt “Why did you steal a fish? You don’t even take care of yourself let alone a fish.”—a prompt from @the-moon-dust-writings​ ⇢ pairing minho x female reader ⇢ word count 4.4k ⇢ genre fluff ⇢ warnings lots of cat interaction. if u don’t have a cat you may be confused. mega fluff. that’s it. ⇢ summary Sharing an apartment with Lee Minho has been an adventure since day one. Plus, you got a best friend and three fur children out of the deal. But when a heavy realization hits you the same morning Minho has an accident at the pet store, it seems as if it’s only a matter of time before John shoots Cupid’s arrow and paves the way for a happy ending.—friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n bear with me on this one, it’s kind of slow in the beginning. this is the first i’ve written in ages. i feel like i’ve forgotten how to english. also i did as much research as i could find to try & figure out the genders of minnie’s cats hopefully theyre right jsfajkhkjf. also i watched a lot of vids of minho for this & it rlly made me realize how much i love him & how soft i am for him & it seems as if my bias list is unstable now

From her curled-up position in between your legs, Dori’s ears twitch up in attention at the sound of the front door swinging open and closed from across the apartment. She has grown a lot since Minho first brought her home, you notice when she finally lifts her tiny head to listen to the footsteps past your bedroom door, jade eyes blinking tiredly at you in post-nap dreariness. Excited, she pushes herself up to arch her back in a long stretch before she abandons the warmth of your bed to greet Minho. Pouting, you watch as Soonie ditches you as well, hopping off from his perch looking out the window to follow the younger kitten.

“Oh well,” you mutter to none other than Doongie who stays by your side, white mittened paws tucked snugly under her chest that rumbles with a purr when you reach over to scratch the soft fur behind her ear, “I still have you.” You can practically feel Minho’s jealousy radiating from behind the door when only two out of his three children go to see him— not that this is new.

It has been this way since you moved in together nearly two years ago. Due to increasing international interest for your university at the end of each year, not every incoming freshman was guaranteed a dorm room. It just so happened Minho and you were two unlucky victims of such a shortage. By chance, you had met at an open house only seven months prior and so, not even knowing whether he was frantically searching for an apartment like yourself, you reached out to him with an offer your parents helped scrap up.

Minho was uncertain at first. First, he was not prepared to start university living with a girl. It wasn’t that he did not like girls; he simply grew up expecting to meet his forever “bro” in his dorm room. In addition to this, he was an only child and imagined living with a female only child could end up causing him some great distress.

Secondly, while the pros outweighed the cons for the most part, he was more than disappointed that the apartment was in a more… domestic part of town. Yes, the rent was cheaper than the apartments closer to campus. Yes, he would be able to have a car now and yes, the apartment really was more than sustainable for two kids, but it was all these things and more because it was not an area where sleaze balls sunk their talons into desperate students looking for a place to live. And so, this basically meant that the two of you were close to the only students in the area.

And last but not least: there was only one bathroom. Enough said.

But what eventually won him over was the fact that the apartment was pet friendly, which meant he could bring Soonie and Doongie (and Dori, eventually) with him. It was for this reason he finally agreed to share the apartment with you before he lost the opportunity and you asked someone else.

It couldn’t be that bad, right? Afterall, you seemed nice enough at the open house and you did go out of your way to ask him in the first place to live with you. And he was right. In fact, it was not bad at all. You were more than nice, generally not concerned with specifics other than the agreement that Wednesday was grocery shopping day together, Friday was cleaning day, and that you washed your own dishes. Minho did not mind those three simple promises because he found getting to be your friend easy and your roommate his favorite part of his day.

What he did mind, however, was the fact that Doongie instantly took a liking to you. “This isn’t fair,” he complained only your third day together after searching for said feline and finding her cozied up with you on the sofa, “how can she betray me like this?”

His possessiveness humored you, to say the least. “What can I say? She just likes me better. You’ve bored her, Minnie.” He grimaced at the nickname and your bold statement. You were just bluffing—there’s no way Doongie would choose you over him after all these years, right?

Wrong. After freshman year flew by and the two of you agreed to stick together for a second year due to how dependent you had become on one another, he suddenly brought home Dori to ‘fill the void Doongie left in my heart,’ he exaggerated. “Wow, is Soonie not enough for you? You make him sound so unimportant. Maybe I’ll steal him too,” you had replied, grinning from your spot in bed when he narrowed his eyes at you.

“I thought you’d be mad I brought a kitten home,” Minho admitted from the doorway, ignoring what you said and holding said tabby against his chest with one arm. He’s so cute, you admired for hardly a second, reaching for your iced tea on your bed side table and shrugging to him, “You know I don’t care, you’re the one who pays the vet bills. Bring all the cats you want; the more, the merrier,” you said, taking a sip and blinking at him lethargically.

For a moment he was quiet, processing your words before, “If we get married it would be our vet bills.”

You nearly choked on a mouthful of tea. Married? You took a moment to collect yourself and your thoughts. “Minho, if your plan is to marry me, you’ve done a terrible job at getting that message across.”

“Damn, what can I do?” He asked, sulking.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, grinning at him behind warm cheeks, “you can start by getting your ass over here so I can see this new kitty and discuss our wedding theme.”

And that’s just how things were; you, Minho, Soonie, Doongie, and Dori.

Or so you thought.

Past the hum of your ceiling fan and the purring coming from Doongie like an engine, for a minute or so you listen to Minho sing, “I want to see my little boy,” from Vine to presumably Soonie at least four times, followed by a loud thud, a high-pitched screech (not from a cat), a door slamming closed, and then the pipes moaning like a horror movie as the shower is turned on. Unfazed by the chain of events as this kind of chaos was something you have come to accept living with Minho, you shrug off all the noises you heard and opt instead to regretfully roll over until you meet the edge of the mattress.

Once you manage to tumble out of bed and stretch good enough to make your legs shake, Doongie lets out unamused meow now that her own personal space heater and pillow has moved.

It’s you. You’re the personal space heater pillow.

“Whaaaat,” you reply, grabbing a pair of cotton shorts from a drawer and glancing back at her. With ears drawn flat, Doongie follows your movements with a cold glare. “I’m sorry,” you coo, falling for her manipulation and bending back over the mattress to envelope her in a hug of sorts and cover her muzzle in kisses. When she starts struggling to get away from your grip, beginning to meow loudly and pushing your arm away with her paws, you pull away and scratch the base of her tail as she stands to stretch.

Shimmying the shorts up your legs with an unnecessary amount of effort exerted, you at last exit your room for the day, grabbing your phone from where it sat charging on the bed side table on the way. Padding barefoot down the brief hallway, you realize with a shiver when you reach the tiny dining room table how unreasonably freezing it is in the apartment. Minho must have not raised the thermostat this morning after lowering it to sleep.

Instead of fixing the problem, you reach for Minho’s orange university sweatshirt draped over one of the chairs and pull it over your head. At your feet, Doongie weaves between your legs, dragging the side of her face against your shins and she does not stop mewing until you bend down to gather her into your arms so that her front paws dangle over your shoulder. “So needy, you are,” you grumble, blowing her tail away when she threatens to swat your mouth and making way for the kitchen where coffee calls your name.

Minho must have made enough for the both of you as there is still another cup or two left in the pot, you realize with a smile, reaching up into the cabinet for a mug and pouring yourself a cup. Doongie leaps off your shoulder when you open the refrigerator for creamer, joining Soonie and Dori who sit poised like statues along the kitchen’s pony wall.

Stirring in cream and sugar, you wait until the color softens to a lighter shade of brown before unwrapping the flakey chocolate croissant Minho bought you yesterday and taking a seat at the table. Humming to yourself, you shift to cross your legs on the chair while taking slow sips of your coffee, heart beginning to thump faster in your chest.

And it’s not from the caffeine now making its way through your system.

This is too good. Life is too good, and you should not feel at such peace at twenty years old. You should not be having such a casual morning, drinking coffee Minho made for you, eating a croissant Minho bought you, wearing a sweatshirt Minho left hanging around, having a staring contest with the cats Minho brought into your life, listening to Minho sing in the shower one room over. Minho.

You slowly set your mug down with a newfound epiphany flashing like a billboard in your brain. Of course, you always knew Minho was the most special person in your life recently, your best friend really, and that you loved him. You probably would not have lived with him for this long if you didn’t. But since when were you in love with him?

You shake your head and take a hefty mouthful, hoping to wash away such troublesome thoughts. You’ll get over it. It’s just a crush. On the boy you live with. And spend all your time with.

“Oh boy, what are we gonna do now?” You ask the three felines who have abandoned studying you to stare down like hawks at the table, ears raised in curiosity. You follow their gaze, squinting in hope to better your vision when you see the fluttering tail of a fish as it swims within its tiny plastic cup. Blinking once, twice, and on the third you finally reach over and grab the container, bringing it closer to inspect and yep, that most certainly is a betta fish staring back at you.

Setting it atop the refrigerator where the cats can’t get to it, you stuff the rest of breakfast into your mouth and dump what’s left of your coffee into the sink before marching to the bathroom, swinging the door open without so much as a knock. He yelps from behind the shower curtain and you mentally thank God you did not barge in to find him butt naked in front of the mirror.

“Lee Minho, care to explain why there was a fish on the kitchen table?” You bark, crossing your arms and leaning against the sink for when he pops his head outside of the curtain.

“First of all, you could have knocked,” he starts, looking to the floor when you glare at him, “and I, um, I stole it.” You sigh in defeat, dragging your hands down your face when he disappears back into the shower. “Minho, why did you steal a fish? You don’t even take care of yourself let alone a fish.”

“That just isn’t true. I am fully capable of taking care of myself and my children. And I didn’t mean to steal it,” he retorts, turning off the water and you watch as he slips an arm out to slap around in search of his towel. “How the fuck do you accidentally steal something, Minho? And did you not think I would see it eventually?” You huff, exasperated.

“You see, I went to go pick up cat food and I dropped my phone where all the betta fish in cups are and when I went to pick it up the bag hit a cup and it fell and then the lid popped off and then there was water everywhere and the fish was just flopping around so I panicked and put it back in and then ran to get water from a fish tank and I thought I would get in trouble so I just ran out since no one saw me,” Minho rambles without taking a breather, whisking open the shower curtain and stepping out as he does so, towel snug around his waist and cheeks glowing pink from both embarrassment and the aftermath of a hot shower. You sigh for a third time, moving out of his way when he makes way for the cabinet and opting to sit on the toilet.

“Did you even get the cat food, then?”

“No, I just ran. With the fish.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you grumble, “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot,” he grins, dragging a cotton round over his face with toner. You send him a warning glare. “Well,” you click your tongue, hypnotized as he combs out his hair and by how unfairly ethereal he looks post-shower, “we should probably go to a different pet store to get cat food. And we need to get a nice fish tank and food.”

He raises a brow, surprised with how nonchalant you are, and moves to stand in front of where you sit so he can tilt your face up with his index finger tucked under your chin. “Are you mad?” He asks.

It’s not fair, really, the way he asks such a question after making you feel so vulnerable under his touch and proximity, heart racing a mile a minute. Really, you should be mad. But when it comes to Minho, you cannot find it in yourself to be. This is just how things are with him.

“No, I’m not mad,” you smile reassuringly, leaning into his touch and you both seem to forget for a moment that you are nothing more than friends when his hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb ever so slightly brushing over your warm skin as he beams down at you, “just amazed as usual at how stupid you are.”

“Hey!” He steps back at this, running his fingers through his damp hair and shaking out the strands. “I’m not stupid.”

“Yeah, and Doongie likes you more than me.”

“It sucks we have a fish now. I was thinking about getting a guinea pig or something soon. Maybe even a rabbit,” you announce, leaning over with Minho to peer into the guinea pig enclosure. His giggle reverberates throughout the entire store and you cannot help but grin in return, even though he has scared all the little critters back into their huts. With nothing left to coo over, you grab his hand and tug him toward the fish care.

“Where are we going to keep… him? What’s his name? Do we even know if it’s a him?” Your question turns into three, stopping in an aisle full of different tanks and small décor pieces to go inside.

“I’m pretty sure it’s a dude. I think they only sell males in that section anyway. I’ll check if he has a dick when we get home though,” when you look over, he’s smirking as if he just said the funniest thing ever and you have to hold back your laughter. “Yeah, you do that, Minho. I’m sure you’ll be real successful.”

“We can probably just put him on the desk. I’ll move all my shit and he can just go next to my laptop,” he continues, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder as you look over the different tank options. It makes it hard to concentrate with him so close. “I mean— yeah. Yeah. That works,” you stutter, swallowing past the sudden lump in your throat and quickly scanning over the tanks one more time, “we should get this one. Is that okay?” You move closer to said tank, hoping he would let go when you reach out to grab the box but when he doesn’t, your heart seems to beat so erratically in your chest that you think it might fly out. Why, all of a sudden, are there butterflies—no, lions—in your chest when he is around you when there weren’t before? When did this happen?

“Minho. We can cuddle at home. I just want to get what we need and leave,” you whine, trying to pry his fingers apart from where they are linked above your hips, leaving your skin tingling even under his sweatshirt. He huffs, detaching himself from your frame. “Fine. But we’re gonna get home and you’re gonna say ‘Wait, we have to take care of the fish’ first and by the time we’re done, you’ll fall asleep before we even have a movie on,” Minho grumbles, taking the box you shove into his hands and trailing after you.

You gasp, pointing an accusing fake plant in his direction, “No, you fat head. You’re always the first to fall asleep. You just like to blame it on me.” He continues to grumble under his breath while you grab a bag of pebbles, fish food, and water conditioner, finally able to breathe now that he isn’t clinging to you.

“Come on, stinky. I don’t want you to start crying on me,” you grin, wishing you could hold his hand but alas, you did not think of grabbing a basket on your way in. His face brightens up with a smile anyway, and he follows you the rest of the way right at your side.

“So, you never gave him a name. What’s it gonna be?” You ask, nearly unhinging your jaw to take a bite of the Big Mac Minho begged you to order after making fun of you the whole ride home for never having one. You stopped at McDonald’s just to appease him. You look to the fish, surprised yourself over how pleasant his quiet presence is, especially with his emerald and sapphire scales that reflect and glow iridescent in the light.

“Mm,” he hums, chewing on his own hamburger and watching the fish in thought, “I think… I think John.”

You blink at him now, setting your food down. “John?”

“John.”

“Why… why John? Why not Nemo or something?” You ask, eyeing him curiously and gnawing on the straw to your soda.

“Dunno. He just looks like a John,” Minho explains, giggling cutely and looking back up to you with stars in his eyes. It feels like liquid adrenaline is being injected right into your bloodstream when you lock eyes, and looking into Minho’s cat-like eyes feels like looking into the sun for too long—it almost burns, instead, there is an entire zoo in your chest. But it feels good. You almost wish he did not stop giggling so you could giggle with him. Instead, you have found yourself lost in him, every ounce of breath stolen from your lungs.

“Are… are you going to actually take a sip of that?” He giggles again, glancing to the soda straw dug awkwardly into your bottom lip.

Your cheeks flush hot pink, stomach sinking heavily and you cannot find your voice. Clearing your throat, you look away as you begin to hyperventilate and stand up abruptly to grab John’s fish tank from the table and walk across the room toward the desk.

“___? You alright?” He asks, worry lacing his tone and you wince when you hear him push his chair in. “Y-Yeah. I’m fine,” you laugh breathlessly, placing John down and adjusting the tank so it sits catty-cornered next to Minho’s laptop.

“No, you’re not.” He is quick, you’ll give him that. In the blink of an eye he is at your side, grabbing you by the hips and spinning you to face him. Here we go again, you hiss at yourself to snap out of it, clenching your fists at your sides simply due to how overwhelmed you feel. How incapable you are to forget how you have been feeling and brush it under the rug.

“Why’d you get all googly eyes on me over there?” Minho questions, grinning like a madman when he brings his hands up to cup your face and squish your cheeks together. “And why are your cheeks all hot?” You gasp, defensive, and press your hands over his, “M’not.”

He drops his voice to a whisper, leaning in closer so his breath fans over your face, “Is that how I make you feel, ___?”

You blink at him, all the color draining from your face and you must look ridiculous right now, jutting your lips out in a pout as he continues pressing your cheeks together. And what can you say now that he has caught you? Lie? “No,” is all you quip, staring at him, practically begging for mercy. No more questions. Just a ‘goodnight’ and off to your room for the night.

“Hmm,” he hums, pondering for a moment, before grinning once more, “I have an idea.” Oh no, you do not like the sound of that. Minho? Having ideas? Bad. This thought progressively resonates louder in your mind the closer he gets, this is bad, this is bad, this is really bad. It just so happens that a whimper on behalf of your sanity escapes you the same moment his grip on your face eases and he moves his hands to rest below your ears, thumbs caressing your cheeks before his lips brush yours.

His lips are warm and taste… salty? The fries, you realize, before his tongue pressing to the seam of your lips obliterates every thought. The worries leading up to this moment evaporate like a summer shower on a hot car and, of course, you part your lips and grant him access. Drunk on endorphins, your brain seems to light itself on fire and warmth spreads throughout your entire body, your only desire to touch him, to stand up higher and to hold his cheek the way he holds yours.

His fingers run down your spine, pulling you closer until there is no space left between you and you can feel the beating of his heart against your chest. A kiss like this is a beginning, a promise of so much more. “___,” he whispers slowly when he pulls away, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. You smile, heart fluttering at his voice as you lean forward and bury your face into his chest, overwhelmed with relief and desire and worry and giddiness.

“___,” Minho repeats, running his hands up and down over your arms, calming you down before reaching your shoulders and pulling you back, “how did that make you feel?”

“You— what?” Is all you manage, searching his face for a trace of mirth, and yet you find none. In fact, he himself seems relieved, the corners of his mouth quirked up and his eyes bright and dark all at once like the midnight sky. He grins, laughing a little and stroking the baby hairs around your face with his finger. “I like when you wear my stuff,” he says, tugging at the collar of his sweatshirt you still wear.

“Um, I— thanks?” You laugh nervously, heartbeat beginning to skyrocket once more when he reaches for your arms and maneuvers them to hug around his waist. You hum, confused, but content nonetheless and link your hands together. He instantly presses closer, tipping your chin up, “I know you always say I flirt with everyone, but I don’t know how you haven’t realized by now I only want to flirt with you. It’s been you since Doongie chose you. I can’t even get you out of my head, imagine how hard it is living with you, not able to kiss you and do all the cute shit I know we would love.”

He what now? You blink up at him, more than bewildered, “Wait, are you trying t—”

“Yes,” he interjects, not even giving you a chance to finish, “whatever you’re thinking, yes. I’m confessing, or whatever. So let’s cut to the point. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Your brain stutters for a moment and every part of you goes on pause while your thoughts catch up. Girlfriend? Well, of fucking course you want to be his girlfriend, but how have you been misreading all of him for so long? “God, I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” You mutter instead, slapping the palm of your hand to your forehead and his giggles ring throughout the room.

“How many languages do I have to get through for that to translate into a ‘yes?’” Minho cackles, prying your hand away to return it around his waist. When you look up at him, you feel as if you may cry, so instead you opt to laugh with him in order to dodge the waterworks. “Yes, of course that means yes. It’s always been a yes, stupid.”

“Hey, you’re the stupid one. Seriously, have you seen us today? We’re so coupley already, literally nothing is changing,” Minho chuckles, walking you backward until you comfortably fall back on the sofa together, “except now,” he pauses, settling himself above you and bringing his face up to yours once more, “I can kiss you wheneeever I want.”

And he does just that; peppering your face, your lips and cheeks and nose with kisses until he has made you a giggling mess, writhing beneath him until he finally stops, sharing a mingled breath with you. “Is it too early to say the ‘L’ word?” Minho whispers, tracing your upper lip with his thumb. You smile, kissing the pad of his finger before, “No. I already know I love you, Minnie. I’m more than in love with you.”

His smile is one of happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. “Heh. I like this. I love you too,” he answers, finally returning to kiss you in a way that is slow and soft and comforting in ways words cannot describe. And then he pulls back with a gasp.

“I forgot the cat food.”

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~Caramel Eyes, Mocha Paws~ Chapter 2

While you’re still processing the events from Halloween night, you run into a familiar face, or two.

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Yawning deeply, you watch the steam from the espresso maker shoot out with a hiss and you fill the mug with coffee. Squirting the foamy milk next, you sprinkle some cinnamon on top before handing the latte to the waiting customer. The woman gratefully takes it, ushering her toddler to a table before the boy can grab an extra chocolate muffin from the display case. You softly smile at him and turn to the next customer, a business man just wanting a double shot of espresso. Ringing up his order, you quickly make the coffee, noting a group of college students coming inside as the line of patrons steadily extends.

Damn Elanor for calling in this morning. Your phone had pulled you from the depths of sleep as your co-worker asked if you could cover her shift, something about a last minute schedule change for a tutoring session. Her professor wanted her to come in and help a group of students. Mumbled groans were all you could manage as you partially listened, eyes barely opening to squint into the darkness. How she functioned at both the crack of dawn and late into the night, if needed, was beyond you.

The clock on the wall shows seven-thirty am, making the two and a half hours feel like days. Your actual shift doesn’t start until this afternoon and your outlook only dims as more customers keep filing in with no indication of stopping. Shaking your head, you rid the sluggish thoughts of sleep and continue working as the college students order an array of specific requests ranging from hot chocolate with whipped cream and a dash of cinnamon to half-caff vanilla lattes, no added sugar. At least one just wanted a simple green tea.

                                                                 ~*~

You’re thankful when your other co-worker shows up for the evening shift, more than glad to pass the baton over. It’s a quarter until four and you’re ready to call it a day as you rush out the door, little bell chiming above your head.

Walking home, you automatically head towards the nature trail. Stopping just short, you watch the orange and red trees sway calmly in the faint breeze. With the sun shining above, the forest appears tranquil, offering no signs of danger. Despite your encounter Halloween night, there’s no way you could stop from venturing down the path. The events that night hardly seem real, easily feeling like an odd dream gone haywire as a result of your rampant imagination. Then again, your ankle makes sure to remind you as the long hours of standing causes it to make its presence uncomfortably known. Thankfully, the ache is fading, nearly gone except for the occasional twinge when you step a certain way. Regardless, the sun’s still out and the trail is more visible, so there’s no chance for you to accidentally wander off.

Resolutely, you head down the dirt path, paying close attention to your surroundings this time. The wind ruffles the trees, sending a shiver down your spine and you tuck your hands into the front pocket of your hoodie. Fall is on the brink of shifting into winter and the air is becoming frostier, your cheeks instantly cooling as a result. Hearing a rustling to your left, you cautiously stare into the cluster of trees.

Amber eyes, nearly blend in with the golden leaves, if not for the large brown lupine standing in between the trees. You don’t move, legs automatically stiffening in preparation to run as you wait for it to approach or retreat, though it appears to be observing you in the same manner.

Cautiously, you give a small smile and a short wave, body moving awkwardly with jerky motions. “Hello again.”

The wolf, taking that as a signal to come closer, walks out from its hiding spot, effortlessly stepping over short bushes as they snap from underneath. Just like on Halloween, its form towers over you as it stands tall on hind legs. Your head barely reaching the middle of its chest. When it’s standing directly in front of you, it carefully leans down and bumps its snout to your forehead. Your grin widens as warmth cascades throughout your body, muscles relaxing from their tense state. Inhaling quickly, it sniffs near your neck before moving down to your arms and shoulders. Its head retreats back up and you can’t help the twitch when its nose makes contact with the underside of your jaw, tickling your skin. It backs away slightly, a faint whine sounding as it notices you flinch.

“Don’t worry,” you reassure, “it just tickled, that’s all. You can probably smell all the coffee grinds and syrup from my job,” you note and the werewolf cocks its head curiously.

A low rumble begins in its chest, the same one you heard when you were being carried that night. Its caramel eyes regard you and again it gently bumps your head, a contented sigh leaving its maw.

“I guess you like the smell, huh?”

It grunts in agreement, seeming to respond to your question.

Lifting an arm, you carefully hold it up towards the beast and it stares down at you. Keeping eye contact with its golden irises, you tenderly touch its snout, the mocha-colored fur soft beneath your fingertips. The werewolf lowers its head some more, allowing you higher access, and you reach up to pet one of its triangular ears. It automatically twitches, so you switch tactics by gently scratching it instead. Another rumbling hum echoes from its chest, the tremors vibrating under your hand. Snorting softly, it bends down, body crouching to almost all fours where the wolf prods at your ankle.

“Are you wondering about my ankle?”

A low bark is your response and the werewolf stands upright.

“It’s doing better. Just a little sore that’s all.” You give a reassuring smile and it bumps its head against your shoulder.

A sudden growl disrupts the peaceful moment, echoing across the space, and you cringe when your stomach finally finishes its grumbling. The wolf hums curiously, cocking its head to the side. Slowly, it lifts a heavy paw and rests it on your abdomen. Despite your thick clothing, you can easily feel the sharp press of claws digging into your side, though the weight isn’t uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I kind of missed my lunch break.” Despite a brief lull once the lunch traffic left, you only had time to munch on a bag of chips before you went back to work. Apparently your snack has completed its purpose of temporarily sating your appetite and has now worn off.

The wolf grumbles, chocolate colored ears flattening against its skull before it’s leaning down to bite the back of your hood so it can pick you up. Just like before, you dangle quite a few feet from the ground as you’re carried over to a nearby tree stump and promptly placed on top. Once you’re sitting on the makeshift wooden seat, you glance up at the werewolf and it shifts its head away, pointedly looking down at the fallen autumn leaves before caramel eyes rise to meet you. There’s a moment where neither of you move, animal and human quietly watching one another. That is, until your body once again voices its hunger.

With a swift nudge to the side of your head along with a huff of air that fans your face, you watch the wolf spin around and dash into the trees, a flash of mocha-colored fur soon disappearing. You can only stare wide-eyed as you watch the shaking branches come to a stop, the sound of the animal’s steps fading away. For a split-second, you’re mortified that your grumbling appetite spoiled the mood by running the werewolf away.

A few minutes pass and eventually you see a dark figure coming through the tree line.

It appears your friend is back, and it seems to have brought an offering.

In its maw, a large branch is caught between its teeth, a couple of peaches hanging from the leaves. The wolf steps closer, lowering its head so the branch is within reach.

“Is this for me?” You wonder, eyeing the ripe fruit that appears to glisten in the sunshine. It grunts in affirmation and you pluck the peaches free, stuffing them in the pocket of your hoodie while you hold onto two of them. Taking a bite, you feel the sweet juice flood your tongue and you hum delightfully. “Sweet,” you murmur, holding out the other one in offering. “Want one?”

Your lupine friend rumbles, seemingly pleased with your reaction as it tosses the now barren branch away and opens its mouth to accept the peach. It takes a huge bite, eating it whole, teeth easily crushing the pip with a distinguished crunch while its tail sways back and forth in contentment.

After finishing one, you reach for another and start chewing it too. “Thank you,” you hum, standing up as you start walking again. It rumbles briefly and follows after you, staying close beside you, heavy steps thumping on the dirt with each stride. The two of you walk in silence, the air soothing as you eat. “So what happened Halloween night, that was real. You’re real, I guess,” you note. The werewolf hums, nodding in response.

“Do those goblins roam around in this forest too?” Unease prickles your arms at the thought of the creatures having free reign of the woods with nothing to prevent them from wreaking havoc as much as they pleased.

A quick shake of the wolf’s head lessens your worry, even more so when it grunts, clearly displeased at the thought.

“That’s good,” you say before adding, “but you can. Do you live here?”

A nod.

“I see.” You pause, pursing your lips momentarily. “Are you like a guardian of this forest?”

Another nod.

“Interesting. I figured, since you’re obviously not dangerous—,” a huff of annoyance has you amending that statement, “to humans, er, me, I mean.”

It chuffs in agreement, caramel eyes warm as it stares down at you. Sinking your teeth in the peach for another bite, the juice drips from your mouth and onto your hand. You go to swipe the sticky substance on your clothes, but the wolf beats you to it as it brings its head down, nudging your arm. Raising your palm upwards, you allow the mocha-colored lupine to clean your hand, long, pink tongue licking away the nectar.

Stopping in the middle of the trail, you observe the traces of clear saliva on your skin, the drool sliding down your wrist as you follow its path. “Thanks,” you say before rubbing your hand on your pants as you continue walking once more.

You make small talk, with the occasional huff or grunt of response as it listens to your recollection of the day, how customers come and go at a fast pace, but how you also enjoy the constant movement.

Soon you’re arriving at the edge of the woods, house sitting in the near distance. Tossing the peach pit to the ground, you stop and turn to the wolf who’s watching you. “Thanks for keeping me company, and for the food too,” you say, and the brown wolf rumbles before bumping your head lightly with its own. “I’ll see you around, I guess.”

The wolf nods before tilting its head to the side, giving a perplexed hum upon seeing your frown.

Laughing slightly, you shake your head. “It’s nothing. I just wish I knew what to call you, rather than just wolf,” you admit. “I mean; I was just assuming that you’re a boy. . .”

Another nod and you sigh in relief. “Well, I’m glad I was right. Maybe I should just keep it simple, like Wolfy, or something.”

The wolf snorts, shaking his head at the basic name.

“Well, I don’t have any other idea. Unless you’d prefer wolf man, Mr. Wolf, Fang maybe.”

He sneers, lips pulling back for a short second to reveal sharp teeth as he huffs in disdain before sighing in resignation, giving a gruff bark.

“Does Wolfy sound better now compared to the other ones?”

He growls almost begrudgingly, brown tail twitching as it harshly whacks the tree behind it, before faintly nodding.

“Alright, Wolfy, it is,” you grin and the werewolf rolls his caramel eyes at you. “See you around, Wolfy.” He leans close and swipes his pink tongue across your cheek, cold black nose bumping the spot right after. “Goodbye to you too,” you say, gently petting his snout.

Walking across the stiff brown grass, you climb up the steps of your porch. Looking into the forest, you barely catch a glimpse of golden eyes before they dissolve into the trees, autumn leaves masking everything else.  

                                                                ~*~

The next day, you’re setting the cups on the counter and calling out the order along with the names written on the side. A couple bundled within their coats come to retrieve their hot chocolate and iced coffee before exiting the shop, the bell above the door chiming loudly. When there’s a lull in customers, your co-worker practically collapses beside the cash register, upper body sprawling across the wooden countertop.

“Please no more customers for another two hours at least,” she groans, facedown on the aged counter.

Taking a wet rag, you wipe around her to get the sprinkles of food crumbs left by previous patrons. “Yeah, good luck with that,” you snort. “We’re just getting started with the night shift crowd.”

She sighs before righting herself as the door chimes, announcing the little old lady walking in with her small dog in tow, the pup popping its head out from her bag to watch the conversing and busy people. Her red clothes wave with the wind, curls of long white hair flying from the breeze. Plastering a chipper smile on her face, your co-worker turns with a greeting before she recognizes the short person.

“Another mix of autumn’s finest leaves, Ms. Penelope?” She asks the older woman who eagerly nods.  

“Yes please, I’m afraid I ran out yesterday,” she explains, withered hand reaching into her pocket for some money to give you.

“I’ll be right back with that,” your co-worker tells her and you go to ring up the order.

Taking the change, you smile at the miniature beagle as it props its head against the edge of her purse. “How’ve you been doing, Ms. Penelope?” You ask, setting her change in the palm of her hand.

She promptly tosses the coins in the tip jar, the nickels and quarters clattering to the bottom. “Quite well, my dear. The weather has been so nice, hasn’t it?”

You nod. “It has. I hope you’ve been staying warm.” Though she’s usually wearing her long flowing shirts and billowing flower printed skirts, it’s rare you ever see her without the hand-sewn scarf and gloves.

“Always am,” her creased lips pulling up at the corners. “But sometimes you just need to feel the wind on your skin, without any extra accessories getting in the way,” she touches her face briefly and drops her hand the dog, nails lightly scratching the back of its ears. The pup turns and sniffs its owner’s hand, burrowing its nose deeper into her skin as it snorts. “Oh, it appears Grimsly smells your dog friend,” she says with another smile.

You pause, eying the beagle as its attention shifts from her hand to you. Bright cobalt eyes watch you, tiny nose sniffing towards you as it gives a small yip. “He must have a good nose.”

“Grimsly’s senses are damn impressive,” your co-worker replies. Elanor comes through the doorway with a small bag and passes it to Ms. Penelope. “And so is his memory. He can pretty much track everyone in this town.”

Ms. Penelope gently pats the dog’s head. “He’s a good boy alright. Thank you, dear, for the leaves,” the older woman says before taking the bag and shuffling out the door.  

Both of you wave after her and once she leaves you reach for the broom to begin sweeping, but your co-worker beats you to it. “There’s not much we have to do. Go sit down for a bit, I can take care of this,” she tells you, motioning you to a seat at the vacant corner table near the snack rack.

You reach for the broom, but she keeps it away and you sigh. “I’m telling you Elanor, my foot is much better,” you reassure, going for the broom again.

She spins around, putting her back to you and you reach under her arm, only for her to playfully elbow you. “You’d say that even if you were in a boot,” she scoffs. “I’m honestly surprised your parents didn’t freak out more than they did.”

“Over a bruised ankle?”

“A bruise that also oddly has teeth marks,” she pointedly stares at you to which you roll your eyes.

“You mean, sharp branches that scratched me when I fell,” you snort.

She continues sweeping while you can only lean a hip against the counter, watching the broom’s bristles collect the dust, coffee grinds, and other ingredients. “On Halloween no less.” Elanor pauses for a moment and props her arm on top of the handle to look at you. “For all you know you were struck by a witch’s curse.”

That sends a chuckle through you. “Sure, okay. Actually,” you point a finger at her, “I did see a crow that night, so maybe it was cawing an incantation. That, or your maybe your tattoo came to life and tried to spook me,” you smirk, tapping her arm where the inked black bird is drawn.

“Whatever, don’t believe me then,” she scoffs.

Her words conjure up the feeling of hypocrisy as you’re reminded of the events of that night. If werewolves appeared to be real and sometimes walked you home, who’s to say other creatures couldn’t exist as well? For all you know, your wolf could be a genetically engineered beast, something that somehow escaped from a science lab. Yet, you can do nothing to explain the goblins and the dark forest that you’ve never heard anyone mention before, not even in old ghost stories.

The bell chimes once more, breaking you free from your thoughts. Elanor continues cleaning, but turns to greet them in a cheery fashion when she quirks her head with a smirk on her face. Before you can ask her what’s with the look, she whispers that she’s got to piss really quick, setting the broom against the wall before leaving you to hold down the fort.

“Welcome to Café Frappe. What would you like to drink?” You politely recite, turning to the counter only to find a guy walking towards you as he types away on his phone. “Aren’t you the guy from the library?” You can’t help but ask, recognizing the plain black hoodie engulfing the person underneath.  

The guy glances up from his phone. “Oh hey, wolf girl. How’s the ‘research’ going?” His fingers flex to do an air-quote and you barely catch the smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Fine, thanks for asking. I’m finding some interesting stuff actually.” You reply, casually admiring your fingernails.

His smile grows. “Oh yeah? What kind of stuff?”

“Uh—” Truth be told you had only gotten through some of the books’ introductions. While a part of you was fascinated by the wealth of information, the other part felt ridiculous, as though your mind is unable to process all that happened as reality. “The full moon doesn’t force them to shift, but. . . it can affect them in different ways,” is your lame fact recital. Needless to say, you’re far from being an expert in the subject matter.

A hint of a laugh bubbles within him as he bits his inside cheek. “How so?”

You gulp. “Well, the full moon can make them stronger.” Strong enough to kill goblins with hardly any effort apparently.

“Really?” Sliding the hood off his head, you see chocolate brown eyes gleam under the dim lights. “That’s interesting, because I think I’ve heard that before from somewhere. So then it must be true, right?”

Your eyes narrow and then roll at his humor. “I’m sure it depends on the type of werewolf or something along those lines. Anyway, what would you like?” You ask, professionalism kicking you back in motion.

“Just a black coffee.” Punching the numbers into the register, you tell him the total and he gives you some cash. Collecting the change, you try to hand it to him, but he waves it away. “Keep it.”

“Oh. Thanks,” you tell him, putting the dollars and coins into the tip jar. He nods before returning to his phone once more. You to grind the beans, the mechanical sound echoing loudly throughout the store before you pour it into the coffee maker, powder landing into the filter as you let it mix with the water. “Here or to go?” You turn towards him, showing both the ceramic chalkboard mug and paper cup in your hands.

Glancing around the small space, he scans the room, which only consists of a smattering of people scattered around various tables before answering, “Here’s fine.”

Taking the mug, you grab the chalk. “Name?”

He blinks. “I’m not going anywhere and you’re not that busy to need to call out my name,” he points out.

“Habit,” you reply, scribbling on it anyway before pouring the steaming coffee and handing it over.

He takes it, glancing at your writing on the black mug, snorting to himself. “Library guy, seriously?”

“Could say the same about wolf girl.”

He shrugs. “True.” Taking the hot cup, he walks over to the table in the nearby corner pushed next to the rack of snacks and shelf full of flavored coffee bags. Sliding the chair back with his foot, he sits down and sets his bag on the floor. You watch as he pulls out a laptop, taking a sip of coffee as it turns on.

“So what’d I miss?” Elanor asks from behind, causing you to jump at her voice.

“Nothing much. Just a customer with a simple order,” you say, going over the counter a few times with the rag even though it’s still clean.

Begrudgingly, she retrieves the broom and returns to sweeping. “Psh, of course you’re the one that gets the easy orders,” she mutters in irritation though when you look at her you can see her smiling.

A couple of hours pass as it trickles to closing time. The lamps on the sidewalk flicker on, bringing some more illumination to the café though hardly any patrons remain except for two people and your library friend. For the last two hours, he’d sat in his seat, typing away at his computer, clicking between various tabs and websites as he worked on whatever it is that he does.

Since it’s a weekend night, you typically won’t hurry customers along since most of them are students finishing a paper or getting some last minute studying in before a major exam, so you work slowly to give them extra time. As you and Elanor wipe the tables and stack the chairs, the two boys sitting across from each other close their books and collect their writing utensils. By the time you get to their table, both have finished cleaning up and returned their mugs to the counter before exiting the café.

“Okay, I have to ask. Who’s the guy over there?” Your co-worker wonders as she picks up one of the guy’s chair and flips it over.

“Huh?” She gestures behind you and you glance over your shoulder to which library guy immediately drops his head back down to his computer, a flush of pink spreading across his cheeks. “Oh, just someone I met at the library.”

“Nice.” She leans in close. “What’s his name?”

“That’s a good question because I have no idea.” You spritz the cleaning fluid on the towel and wipe it across the table.

Elanor’s eyebrows scrunch together at your answer. “Why didn’t you get his name?”

“I don’t know, maybe because I didn’t think we’d see each other again,” you whisper, sneaking a glance behind. Even though you both were talking quietly on the other side of the café, it’s not by any means large, and though his back is to you, it still feels as if he could easily hear every hushed word.

She grabs all the used napkins from the table and crumples them in her hand, resting her fist on her hip. “Well, you two have been staring at each other whenever the other isn’t looking, so I didn’t know if this was a mutual form of foreplay.”

“Elanor,” you hiss in dismay. You lean closer to her. “It’s not like that. We barely know each other.”

“Well, get to the knowing part already. At the very least get his name, so the crush train can start moving.” Under her breath you hear, “I’m sure it’ll eventually get to where it needs to be.” You reach over to pinch her arm and she lightly slaps you back. “I’ll wash the other mugs while you bring me his.”

“Just grab it when you walk by,” you tell her. She flips the last chair over and heads down the aisle on the opposite side of him, looking back at you before shrugging helplessly.

Sighing, you stick your tongue out at her and finish with the last table. When you walk towards him, your steps slow until you come to a stop beside him. Though you didn’t mean to stare, you catch a glimpse of some website, something pertaining to music if the staffs and notes were any indication, before a calendar pops up on his screen.

“Looking for more supernatural things on other people’s laptops too now?” The guy asks without turning back.

You come forward so you’re more in front of him and set the cleaning supplies on another table. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be nosy. Are you finished with that?” You ask, gesturing to the empty mug.

He looks at the cup before nodding and handing it to you. “Oh yeah, thanks.”

Taking the mug, you purse your lips, shifting awkwardly on your feet as you place it with the wet rag and cleaning bottle.

He glances up, regarding you as he scratches his neck. “Anything else you want to ask?”

“My name’s Y/N,” you blurt.

He blinks. “Cool,” is his dry response.

“Are you seriously not going to tell me your name?”

“Why do you want to know?” He chuckles, shutting his laptop. After putting it in his bag, his leg slides the chair across from him out and gestures for you to sit.

“Well,” you sit down with a huff, “we can’t exactly keep calling each other ‘wolf girl’ and ‘library guy’.”

“Technically, we can,” he points out with a smirk, flicking his bangs aside.

“I’m not just some wolf girl. It’s not like I spend my time running around with wolves.”

“Don’t you?” He mutters.

You still. His smirk is still there, but you can see a glimmer of gold pooling within his brown irises, the tiny flickers swirling as they slowly grow. Leaning forward, you look carefully at him and he glances away to the dark windows before you can make eye contact.

“What do you mean?”

His gaze remains fixated on the café scenery before turning slowly to you and he blinks, chocolate eyes void of any shine, seeming to not have heard you. “Hmm? Oh, I meant because of those books you’re reading.”

“Right,” you say, scrutinizing him carefully. “So what about you? Are you part of a pack of werewolves or just a typical know-it-all?” Propping your arms on the wooden table, you lean forward, wondering if it’s possible to get any information out of him. Two can play at this game, you don’t mind.

Following your movement, he casually puts an elbow on the table and rests his chin on top. “I actually prefer well-informed individual, but call me whatever you want, wolf girl.” The smirk is back, his eyes shining mischievously. “If that’s alright with you, Y/N. Besides,” he pushes against the table and stretches, sitting back against his chair,” I haven’t exactly seen many wolves around here. Have you?”

Yes. “Not really,” you answer with a shake of your head.

“That’s a shame,” he pushes against the table and goes to stand. “You’d think with this much forest there’d be more.” Bending down, he grabs his bag and hefts it over his shoulder as he slides the chair back in place.

You scramble to your feet as well. “Look, I didn’t mean to interrogate you or—”

Your surprised by his laugh, white teeth flashing as he notices your embarrassed state. “Don’t worry, wolf girl, it’s fine.” Shoving a hand in his pocket, he steps forward until you’re mere inches apart. “If I didn’t have somewhere to be and if your co-worker wasn’t impatiently waiting,” you glance over your shoulder to find Elanor exactly as he described, finger nails rapping against the counter while she looked at her phone, “then I’d love to continue this conversation. Maybe next time,” he says with a shrug.

Lending you one more smile, you watch as he walks away and heads for the door. You gather the cleaning supplies and mug, scowling at Elanor though you only manage to keep your face stoic for a few seconds.

“It’s Yoongi, by the way,” you hear and you turn to find library guy with a hand on the door.

“Good to know,” you say.

He gives you a nod while you wave in return before he’s pushing the door open and vanishing into the night.

Turning back to the counter, you find Elanor regarding you with a quirked brow.

“What? I got his name, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, eventually.”

After putting the cleaning supplies away, you take the mug to the back with her right behind you. “Hey, my flirting skills aren’t on the same level as yours,” you say, turning on the sink as you start washing the cup.

“True,” she agrees. “So what’d you think?”

“Of him?” She nods. The sponge you’re using stops as you think. “I mean, he’s definitely cryptic with his answers. We barely know each other, so we’ll just have to see.”

“Keep me posted,” she says before going to collect her things and you half-heartedly nod as you resume washing.

He may be cryptic, but at least you finally got his name. Though you’ve only spoken a few times, you had to admit you were looking forward to more conversations.

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A/N: Wow, almost a whole year later! I know I’m so sloooow, but I want to get faster. Anyway, it’s finally here, and the mystery man has been revealed. Thoughts? A lot of y’all guessed right, but regardless, I hope y’all liked the new chapter. Thank you again for always being patient and for reading my stories, even if they take a while.

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