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pixie88 · 3 years

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Laila's Birthday

Chapter 15 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: Sorry AGAIN I haven’t uploaded anything new in the last week. I have been away and writing loads. But today I think I wrote the last chapter for ATB maybe... I’m not sure yet. I don’t know how long I want to make this series. Thanks for being patience with me! I hope you like it.

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Read previous chapters HERE!

Song: Bill Medley, Jennifer Warnes - (I've Had) The Time Of My Life

Warnings: Fluff & NSFW

Word Count: 2806 Sorry it’s a long one.

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy!

Daniel had worked his magic on them both "We'll see you tonight D" Nikki calls back as they leave. "Are the kids coming tonight?"

"I was going to bring them, but Stu's Mum said she would have them. So, I'm letting loose tonight" They both laugh "My dad has said Harry and I can stay the night. No need to worry about staggering home"

"Just the worry of keeping the noise down when you go to bed" Nikki winks at her "Oh god!" she rolls her eyes at her.

They say their goodbyes as the part ways to head home.

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Laila decides on a blue floral wrap dress, she looks herself over in the mirror. Harry comes up behind her and rest his head on her shoulder as his arms wrap around her "Well, birthday girl, don't you look stunning!" she blushes "Why thank you!" she winks at his reflection.

"You ready to go?" He kisses her neck "Yeah, we better go now.... I have a feeling we won't leave otherwise," he chuckles "You're right, let's go!" they leave her flat and head to her parents house.

As soon as they arrive at her parents garden everyone wishes her a Happy birthday. Laila pulls Harry over to her Grandad "Grandad, this is Harry, Harry, this is my grandad Ezra" Harry smile and holds out his hand to Ezra, who takes it "Nice to meet you Ezra" Ezra smile "Nice to meet the guy who has made my granddaughter smile again!"

Harry looks over to her with a smile "No threats grandad?" Laila jokes "Poppet, does it look like I can take this fella?" they laugh. Nikki wanders over with a glass of Prosecco and a beer for the pair "Laila, you go have fun with ya friends" Ezra tells her. They go over to the group Rem hands the group a shot each "Rem!!" Laila whines, but Rem's laughs "Stop being a little girl" they all knock back the Sambuca shot, all hissing with disgust at the taste.

"Argh! That's awful!" Laila hisses, they do a few more shots before grabbing some food "Laila, will you come inside for a minute" Liz calls her over, Terry follows them. She leads them into the living room "Mum, what is it?" Terry moves to stand with his wife and they hand Laila an envelope "What's this?" Liz is over excited "Your birthday present from us"

"Oh, thanks. I'll open it later," she smiles at them "No, Laila could you open it now?" Terry pleads with her, she huffs opening the envelope as soon as she can't believe her eyes.

She's speechless, Terry and Liz are beaming.

Laila walks out into the garden still shocked over her parents gift "Lai?" Nate smiles at her "Are you OK?" he asks "Erm...I think so...Mum and Dad just gave me, my birthday present"

"Ah! The 31st birthday present," she looks over to him "You got it too?" he laughs "Lai, we all did!"

"I wasn't expecting it! Maybe at 18 but 31? Nate it's a lot of money! I feel bad for taking it!" she whispers "I'm glad they kept it until we are in our 30's. I would have wasted it at 18! Lai, don't! They have done this, so we can put down roots...You could buy your own salon... in or out of London. Don't feel bad" she starts to tear up "It's just so generous! I wasn't expecting it" he pulls his sister in for a hug "You doughnut!"

Harry spots Nate hugging Laila, he knows something is up with her. He makes his excuses and wanders over "Laila?" she hears him call over her shoulder, Nate loosens his arms from around his sister, he smiles as he leaves her with Harry. She turns, he notices she has been crying "Laila, what's wrong?" he cups her face and catches her tears with his thumb, his eyes burn into hers "Hey, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to! Right?" she laughs.

"But what has upset you?" He asks concerned "Can we go and speak somewhere quiet?" He nods. She leads him inside and up to her old bedroom, he chuckles "I remember the last time we were in here," she smirks "Are you going to tell me why you've been crying?" She sits on the bed, he takes his place next to her "It's stupid really. My parents, they gave me this as a birthday gift," she hands him the envelope "You can open it! I got a bit overwhelmed by it," he opens the envelope and looks down at it "Wow! That's a lot of money"

"They have been putting in since we were babies! But they have waited until we were in our 30's to give it us. Mum said we would appreciate it more! I just feel bad," he hands it back to her "No need to be! They did this for you because they love you" He pulls her to his chest and kisses the top of her head. He suddenly lays back onto the bed, pulling her with him, she looks up at him "Nate said I should get my own salon in or out of London" she laughs, "You'd leave London?"

"Maybe if I found the perfect place, but it's just an idea," she smiles at him "Hopefully not too soon?" she can tell he doesn't like the idea "I don't even know what to do yet," he cups he face "Whatever you decide whether it's in or out of the M25 I'm going to be right there with you" he brushes the stray strand of hair out of her face "Duuuuh! I need someone to lift those heavy boxes!" she teases him.

He laughs before flipping her onto her back, pinning her arms down "Just a removal man, ay?" she grins biting her lip "Maybe..." she winks up at him "So does this make you, my sugar mumma," she rolls her eyes "Depends what your limits are?" She cocks her brow at him "For you, I don't have any!"

His face moves closer to hers, this man has her weak with just one look, his scent, his touch. His lips hover just itches away from her, "We better get downstairs before people come looking for you," he whispers, his eyes never leave hers.

She composed herself, "You're right let's go!" he gets up and they head down. He's close behind "There you are!" Rem pulls them over for more shots "We are playing never have I ever" an unimpressed Alec informs them "Harry, why don't you get your brothers and sister over"

Laila calls them over Chris and Will sit it out "As Laila and Harry when off to play hide and seek they're next! Harry, you first!" Rem cheers, Harry thought hard for a few seconds "Never have I ever had sex in a car!" Rem, Nate, Max, Jade, Katrina, Priya, Izzy, Arthur, Brad, Alec, Alene, Stu, Nikki and Laila all do a shot. He looks towards his girlfriend with a raised brow "My past is my past, but maybe it can be your future" she winks at him, he blushes. Rem pretends to gag!

"I guess it's my turn now! Never have I ever had sex against a tree," she laughs knowing already who will have to drink. She was right Nikki, Stu and Alene drink "Wait, that wasn't a 3 some, right?" Rem asks "What!! NO!" Alene hisses "It's me next?" Izzy questions.

Rem nods.

"Never have I ever gone down on a guy!" Rem, Nikki, Jade, Katrina, Priya, Alec and Laila, who looks up at Harry as she takes her shot he winks. Which didn't go unnoticed by Izzy "You guys are making me want to vom!" She jokes "How do you think I feel all of my brother's wives drank! Yes, I saw you Priya, Jade and Katrina" Max goes next to change the subject "Never have I ever slept with any other people than my wife" a few of the group huff. Laila, Harry, Alene, Izzy, Nate, Jade, Priya, Arthur, Brad, Rem and Alec drink.

This made Laila want to raise the question of how many women had he slept with? The game goes on by the end all are more than tipsy. Laila head over to get a glass of Prosecco, all the open bottles are empty. Terry comes over with a open one "Thanks dad!"

"You having fun sweetie?" She nods "Just these glasses aren't big enough!"

Josie chuckles over her shoulder "Just drink from the bottle, it's your birthday!" Laila contemplates it before grabbing the bottle and taking a swig as she sits "She might be a Carelli, but she's an Anderson at heart!" Ezra laughs, "Laila!! That's not very lady like!" Pat hisses at her "Wait! No, it's not!" Josie hands her an extra long straw "There that's better!" Josie baits Pat, who shook her head in disgust.

"What did your boyfriend get you poppet?" Ezra asks her as she starts to lean against him on the bench "Aww Grandad, he got me this," she raised her necklace from her neck, he takes a look "Aww Poppet that's like the one my mum had," she smiles at him, "It is!" Liz coos "That's why your dad was going through all our photo's a few weeks back" Terry winks "All I'm saying is that boy really put some thought in what to get you. Now are we doing the candles on this cake"

Liz rushes off to light the candles, everyone starts to sing happy birthday to her, she gets a bit teary. She blows out her candles, the music starts back up Time of my life - Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes is playing Liz drags Terry to dance with her. Laila looks over to Harry, he shook his head as if to say no. She gets up and makes her way over to him giving him, her best pouty face, "Please? It is my birthday," he huffs but with a smile "Come on then! But I'll warn you my dance moves are aw..." she pulls him over to a free space.

They start dancing, he spins her "You said you couldn't dance!" he chuckles "I don't have any rhythm!" she grins,"Your rhythm is perfectly fine!" she winks as she whispers. He pulls her in close, so her body is pressed against his as they move, his lips come to her ear "That's a bit different...and it's a bit public to use those kinda moves" she blushes at his words.

He looks around at the others dancing "How big is this back garden?" he whispers, "Big enough..Why?" he grins, "Follow me!!" he takes her hand and walks towards the trees at the back, the further they walk the more the lights from the house fade. "Harry, where are you taking me?" she giggles, he turns to her smiling, he starts to run, pulling her with him, they get deeper into the trees.

"Harry?" suddenly he pins her body against one the trees, his lips roughly capture hers. His kiss is desperate, she barely catches her breath as his hands move over her curves. His lips move to her neck, nipping as they move, his hands slip to the back of her thighs lifting her. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, she pulls his lips back to hers. Her hands slip between them unbuckling his belt, he smirks against her lips "Are we OK out here?" he asks.

"I don't really know, but to be honest...I don't care" moving her underwear to the side as the pads of his fingers brush over her apex, he grins against her lips "Like I'll ever not be ready for you!" she whispers. He unzips his jeans, pushing them down just enough, he thrust into her, she moans aloud his lips crash to hers to drown out her cries.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, a growl escapes his lips. He clutches a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back "Still long enough to pull on!" He smirks against her ear. His grip quickly loosens "Oh..hmm...Harry!!"

He groans against her skin, she clenches around him meaning she's close his pace speeds up. It's not long until she reaches her high "Harry! Yes!" she moans a little too loudly. She feels him smirk against her neck "There's no way they didn't hear that gorgeous!" She giggles "I don't care! It's my birthday!" He's close, moving faster, it's not long until he falls over the edge he grunts as his body jerks.

Both panting, trying to catch their breath, he rests his forehead against hers "Is that what you brought me out here for?" she's smirking at him "Maybe" he winks. Letting her down, he tucks his shirt back into his jeans "Harry, I can ask you anything right?" he looks over to her curious and nods.

"Max's never have I ever, how many have you slept with? You don't have to answer if you don't want to...it's just you know my number but I don't know yours" he chuckles and pulls her to his chest, "I don't mind! Our relationship is built on honesty right?" she nods "So including you? My magic and lucky number is...5" she looks up at him "5? That's it?" he chuckles "You know most girlfriends would be happy with a low number"

"I am but you had a 3 some?" he shook his head at her "Yeah, I had 1 girlfriend before the 3 some then that happened with 2 girls which happened because I was heartbroken. Gemma then you my lucky number 5!" he kisses the top of her head "You thought I was a man slut didn't you?" She laughs, "No..I just mean...well, look at you! Why haven't you been with more women?" he blushes "Because my love, you may think your boyfriend is the sexiest man alive but I'm not built for one night stands. I will only sleep with a girl if I see a future with her! That 3 some was a huge mistake one I can't take back but I have moved on from"

"So you see a future with me?!" she teases him "I do! But I have a question for you!" he smirks "What's your number?" she laughs, "That's a joke, right? But I'm game, including you?....Let me think," she begins to count on her fingers "....hmm...32..33...34...!" his fingers dig into her ribs tickling her "Ahhh! OK, it's 3!" she giggles "It's 3! You're my third time lucky" he stops, wrapping her in his arms "Come on, we better get back before people come looking for us" they take a slow walk back to the house.

A few more drinks later most have started heading home, it's late, Laila cuddles up to Harry "Shall we head up?" he asks stroking her arm, she nods "Laila, before you do...erm I have a lunch date, Wednesday are you free to come with me?" Alene asks "Erm..I'm working, but I can take my lunch break around the time you meet? Somewhere near the salon?" Alene nods "Maybe Harry could come? So, I'm not the third wheel?"

"I would love to gorgeous, but I'm back to back all day" Laila sighs "Maybe Rem?" she asks, "No!! Erm, don't want to do a meet the family on the first date," she awkwardly smiles at her "Oh, OK, I get it! So, just message me a time and place and I'll meet you. Right now I'm ready to crawl into bed!" she yawns "Come on, lets get you upstairs" Harry gets up and pulls her up with him, they say their good nights and head to bed.

They have no intention on sleep just yet.

~*~*~*~

Wednesday Laila finally reaches the restaurant she and Alene agreed to meet at on her lunch break. Laila walks in and the waitress take her to the table, Alene spots her, her date has her back toward Laila, but from what she could see from her clothes she was an older woman.

They reach the table, she soon recognizes the older lady, it may have been over 10 years since she last saw her, but she could never forget the face of the woman who disowned her son over his sexuality.

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 16.

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a-closet-emo · 4 years

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Phic Phight 2k20

Team Ghost

Title: Heralds of Harassment

Prompt: Danny ISNT the ghost king.

Prompt By: @imperfection-at-itsfinest

Word Count: 2049

Genre: Comedy/Gen

Summary: The Ghost Zone sends Heralds to Danny, telling him he is their rightful King.

A/N: Wow, so this is my first time joining the phight! I’m really excited!! So this one got a bit wobbly towards the end, but I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it.

Danny sat up in bed and stretched, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as his phone continued to blare his wake up call on the nightstand next to his bed.

He can’t remember the last time he’s had a fairly decent sleep like that. He sighed contentedly, lazily opening his eyes...only to meet the glowing eyes of the ghost at the foot of his bed. The halfa froze, not entirely sure what to do. The ghost seemed to be wearing some sort of medieval get-up, holding a scroll in one hand and a trumpet in the other. The specter stared at Danny with unblinking eyes. Then suddenly the ghost came to life, addressing Danny with a genuine smile and an accented voice, “A good morrow to you, young sir!”

“Uh… yeah. Good...morrow to you, too, dude.”

“It is. Oh yes, it is indeed a fine morning, mighty one”, he said, still smiling and staring at Danny. The boy waited for the ghost to continue, but he seemed to be content just hovering there, watching him.

Slightly unnerved, he carefully moved to get out of bed, not wanting to start a fight this early in the morning. Then the ghost spoke again, a bit louder this time, but still smiling.

“I am a Herald, sent all the way from the Council of Observants to deliver a declaration to your Ghostliness.”

“....ok. Go ahead.”

The ghost seemed pleased to be given such permission, unrolled his scroll and took a deep breath. To say it was long would be an understatement, seeing as the unrolled paper now stretched down to the floor.

“By decree of the Everlasting Council of Observants and in accordance with Ancient Laws, Daniel Fenton, the halfa known also as Phantom, as vanquisher of despot Pariah Dark and savior to both Ghosts and Humans alike, shall be brought before Ghost Zone’s spectral inhabitants and crowned the new Ghost King. Once crowned, the King of Ghosts shall be charged with defending his kingdom and his people. He must settle disputes and preside over ceremonies. He must also attend many meetings with the Observants, establishing new laws....”

Danny tuned out the specter’s speech as it hit him.

Me? The King of Ghosts?.... No way.

He opened his mouth, a response on his lips, when he checked himself. No. No, of course not. He couldn’t deal with this right now.

So, he ignored the still-talking ghost and got ready for the day.

As he opened the door to leave his room, he realized his companion was going to follow him downstairs, still reciting the speech.

“....provided that he is of sound core and form. He may never go against the Everlasting Council, doing so will result in immediate—“

As Danny capped the thermos that now held one Ghost Herald, he said, “Sorry dude, but that’s gonna be a big ‘no for now’ from me.” Okay, a bit harsh, but he didn’t see another way to quickly shut up the Herald.

He stuck the thermos at the bottom of his bag, hoping this wouldn’t turn out to be a problem.

——

At breakfast, Danny had been trying to enjoy a bowl of cereal when a familiar chill passed through his body and another ghost in medieval garb phased through the wall behind his parents, unrolling a long scroll. Luckily, Jazz came to Danny’s rescue, screaming at her parents and telling them that she had seen a ghost upstairs. After the pair of ghost hunters barreled up the staircase, Danny turned to the specter with arms crossed.

“Now, what do you want?”

The second Herald faced his audience of two and began his speech, which Danny noted was exactly the same as the spiel he had heard earlier. Jazz on the other hand, had been ready to help her brother in a fight, but now simply sat there listening to the monologue, more than a little confused. Meanwhile, Danny ducked his head into his backpack, fumbling around for his thermos.

“...shall be brought before Ghost Zone’s spectral inhabitants and crowned the new Ghost King. Once crowned, the King of Ghosts shall be charged with defendi—-!”

And with that, Herald number two was silenced.

“I’m not the Ghost King,” he mumbled to the thermos.

A beat passed.

Jazz looked skeptically between Danny and the thermos that now held two Heralds.

“No?” she asked.

“No way…. at least, not yet.”

She hmm’d noncommittally, narrowing her eyes.

“So, Mr. Ghost King,” she said, ignoring Danny’s

protests to the title, “Is this going to be a problem?”

He rolled his eyes at her, shaking his head. “No, ok? Everything will be just fine. This isn’t a problem.”

She raised her eyebrows and went back to her coffee as their parents disappointedly came down the stairs, ghostless.

“Alright,” his sister said, “If you say so.”

——

It was a problem.

Not that Danny acknowledged it as such.

The next morning he opened his locker only to be greeted formally by a ghost holding a scroll and trumped. In a knee-jerk reaction, he slammed the door shut and skidded backwards, earning him a few curious looks. Smiling nervously and rubbing the back of his neck at the crowd milling about him, he stepped in front of his locker and sighed, opening the door a crack.

“Greetings, Phantom!” the Herald boomed, only to be frantically shushed by the halfa.

“Shut up dude! Are you trying to give me away?”

“Apologies, your Grace,” the ghost replied in a thankfully softer tone, “not to worry, you shall not be discovered. Why, I am so well hidden, none shall know of your secret!”

Danny cringed at the increase in volume. He looked around, hoping no one noticed. The hallway was packed with students and staff making their way to morning classes, but no one seemed to have picked up on the kid talking to his locker.

“Now with your permission, I shall recite to you the decree written by the Observants themselves!”

The Herald took Danny’s tired look as a green light and the halfa pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to the Observants’ decree. Again.

“Whoa,” said a voice to Danny’s left, “that is a lot of speech.” Tucker moved in closer, picking up the end of the scroll that reached the floor, while Sam looked over Danny’s shoulder at the ghost currently phased halfway through his Chem textbook. To his relief, he noticed that they were also blocking the view of passerby into the locker.

“Ah, you must be the great allies of his Highness Phantom. Shall I repeat the decree for your benefit?”

His two best friends shared an amused look at the term ‘Highness’. Before they could say anything to make the situation worse, however, Danny powered up his thermos.

“I’m gonna have to stop you there. It’s nothing personal.”

A flash of light, and the Herald was gone.

Danny grabbed his books and turned to his friends, who now had their eyebrows raised very high.

“What?”

“Oh nothing, nothing, your Ghostliness” Sam said, emphasizing the last bit with a purposefully bad British accent, taking a few steps away from the lockers. “I just think that was a bit harsh of you.”

“Yeah, I feel bad for the guy,” Tucker sighed, shaking his head, “I mean, what’s a dude gotta do in this world to get appreciated?”

Sam nodded, adding, “Don’t shoot the messenger?”

Danny rubbed the back of his neck as they started walking to class. “I know it’s kinda mean, but I’m still processing? I think? This was the fifth time I’ve heard that decree since yesterday, but I don’t think it’s sunk in yet.”

“Ah, so avoiding responsibility! How unbecoming of my lord!” Tucker’s phony accent was worse than Sam’s.

“It’s not avoiding responsibility,” Danny replied, rolling his eyes. “It’s more ‘I have been offered Kingship of an entire dimension and I don’t really know what to think of that yet.’”

“So, stalling?” Sam asked.

He nodded. “Stalling.”

Their conversation came to a halt as they reached the classroom door.

“Whatever you say, your Majesty,” Tucker said in a reprisal of his bad British accent, bowing low. Sam followed suit, dropping into a low curtsy as the two of them made exaggerated motions beckoning him to enter the classroom first.

Danny rolled his eyes, stepping past his friends.

If they could joke about it, then this really wasn’t a problem.

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The next few days were a testament to Danny’s stubbornness.

And the stubbornness of the Observants and their Heralds.

At first, Team Phantom would joke about it, calling Danny ‘Your Highness’ or ‘Your Grace’ whenever they got the chance. But they all quickly got tired of it, and simply watched as Danny declined offer after offer. Meanwhile, Jack and Maddie were very confused and concerned by the recent spike in their ghost-detecting gadgets’ readings.

But Danny didn’t acknowledge the events over the next few days as a problem. Nope. Not a problem at all.

Not when Heralds popped up in the strangest places during class, not when they phased their heads through his meals, not even when a Herald appeared right in front of him while he was in the shower. He was glad they didn’t interfere in fights, because, yes, they have appeared during fights but they never got in the way.

No, Danny finally came to terms with this issue on a random occasion. That occasion being when he turned the corner on his way to English the and almost plowed through yet another Herald.

“Sir Phantom, please hearken to the words of the mighty Observants as I read them aloud!”

At this point, he was starting to lose count of how many Heralds had gone after him. He tuned out the babbling ghost in front of him and looked around the hallways, scanning for any witnesses. Not a soul in sight…. besides the one in front of him.

The halfa pulled out a thermos from his backpack, the Herald made a noise of protest at the sight of the gadget, and in a matter of seconds the hallway was empty once more.

He was really pushing his luck. He could’ve gotten caught if he hadn’t been late for class.

Oh, crud. He was late for class.

——

Now, admitting he had a problem brought Danny one step closer to dealing with it. At least, that’s what Jazz had said to him. He knew the constant stream of Heralds interrupting their days were getting on his friends’ and sister’s nerves. Heck, they were starting to get on his.

The next step was actually doing something about the acknowledged issue. Which wasn’t hard, all things considered.

The next time a Herald popped up, Danny was in an empty alley, about to transform back into a human. He took his chance, waited for what felt like eternity for the ghost to finish reciting the decree, and accepted the offer. On the condition that he would be the one to decide when to be crowned and who were to be his guests. The delighted specter bowed low several times, and happily agreed to the terms. Danny had never seen someone so relieved. After giving Danny directions to the coronation’s venue, he disappeared with a small ‘pop!’.

After the ghost had left, he transformed, his black jumpsuit being replaced by a t-shirt and jeans. Sitting down, he sighed, leaning back on his palms and looking up at the night sky. He couldn’t see a lot of stars here. Not with all the light pollution Amity gave off. But he could see a few, and they were beautiful.

Danny wasn’t the Ghost King.

...not yet.

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kchuarts · 3 years

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Flowers in Blood

A/N: Here we are with chapter 21! Did you guys know that I actually have something else planned for this series? >:3 You will have to read this to find out~

Summary: Katie’s birthday continued

Warnings: SMUT

Taglist: @lucywrites02 @shiningloki @blo0dangel

Chapter 21: Daphne

Why was it that everytime something good was happening, Roper always had to butt in? He had astoundingly bad timing. Jonathan turns to face Katie, nodding to himself. "Roper claims that we have a chance to see what's going on, but I am not going to bite it. Everytime he has helped us, you're put in danger." He sits on the bed, running his hands through his short hair. Pine didn't want to go and see if Roper was true to his word. He just wanted to spend time with Katie and make love to her in the later hours of the night. It was her birthday for fuck sake.

"We should go and see." Katie suggested, sitting up and placing a comforting hand on his back. "This could be our only lead. I know there is a possibility that both of us could get hurt." She lowered her hand as he looked at her.

"Kate-" he scoffed, "It's your birthday."

"And? I haven't had a more exciting birthday until now." The brunette gets up, shuddering as she feels Jonathan's cum drip down her inner thigh. Her cheeks burned a bright pink as she was also reluctant to leave. What other choice did they have? "We should probably find something suitable to wear. I'm going to assume we might have to go inside." Katie walked over to her suitcase, bending over and giving Jonathan a generous view of her ass and still wet pussy.

Pine almost whined at the sight, wanting to continue their passionate love making. He growled in frustration and got up, surrendering to the idea. He took out his blue suit that Richard had fitted for him and set it on the bed. Jonathan then took a brief smell of himself and wrinkled his nose as he smelled like sex. "I think we should probably take an hour to get ready. It is only 8 PM and the night is still young."

Katie agreed to the idea and also voted to shower separately, so they wouldn't waste time having a quick fuck in the shower. For Katie's look, she opted for a black short sleeve mini dress. The neckline was a deep V and the skirt barely covered her ass. She almost felt violated by the dress itself and how much it showed her off. Naturally, she put on makeup a bit more on the heavier side just to look the part.

"If we didn't have to do this, I'd have you where you stand." Jonathan came up from behind, nipping at her ear and taking in the fresh scent of her clean hair.

"The same goes to you." She turns around and eyes him up and down, enjoying the teasing view of his chest and collarbone. Katie then cleared her throat and took Jonathan's hand, pulling him out of the bathroom and on their way to the red light district.

The place reeked of sex everywhere they went. Even the outdoors smelled of it. Pine was beginning to think that Roper had set them up as they had no luck thus far. He had to fend off a few drunk men away from Katie as they tried to touch her. Jonathan was getting more frustrated by the second and not just because of Roper or the drunkards, but also Katie having to pretend to flirt with some of them. At one point, he saw her look at him and stick her tongue out. She was playing around and asking for him to punish her later.

"Ah, thank you for the information miss." Katie waved her hand and gave a wry smile to a sex worker. She turned around and nodded to a club just left of them. "She said that there was activity going on in there as some of the girls have been missing for weeks." She said in a hushed tone.

"Guess we should go in then." Jonathan rolled his eyes as he saw a group of women practically fucking him with their eyes. He wrapped an arm around Katie's waist and escorted her into the club. The minute they walked in, Pine pulled out his cigarettes as he saw smoking was allowed.

"Really?" Katie grimaces at him in disgust.

"What? The sign says it's ok to smoke in here and I haven't had a cigarette in two weeks." He said with one of the sticks hanging from his lip.

The brunette scoffed and brushed it off. That was his problem, not hers. She walked with Jonathan further inside with his arm still around her waist. "I'm gonna go ask some questions." She said over the music and quickly pecked Jonathan's cheek.

Jonathan could not help but stare at Katie's hips and ass as she walked away. "Fuck, she's got a beautiful ass." He muttered, taking a drag off of his cigarette.

"That she does. Miss, two drinks for my friend and I here." An accented voice spoke.

Pine froze as this was not Richard speaking at all. Something cold was pressed to the back of his head.

"Start anything and I'll pull the trigger." The man spoke.

Slowly, Jonathan glanced to the side and saw that the man was Daniel Hasapis.

Jonathan's jaw clenched and he did everything in his will power not to say anything. He knew he was looking at Katie with a ravenous hunger and it pissed him off to unbelievable heights.

“I know that you want to kill me here and now, you have me within inches and yet I am the one with the gun.” Daniel grinned, his amber eyes focused on Katie, tracing her curves. He adjusted the gun in his hand, pressing it harder against the back of Pine’s head. “You can speak you know, I won’t kill you to speak freely, only if you make any sudden movements.” He chuckled.

“I wish that I could kill you. I’m not putting her at risk to entertain you.” Pine spat, looking at the alcoholic beverage handed to him and then back up at Daniel.

Daniel clicked his tongue, taking the shot and downing it before smacking his lips and raising his eyebrows. “Entertain me? Pine, I’m already entertained by the thoughts I have of what I will do to her when I make her one of my wives.”

“Tell me why you bothered to press a gun to the back of my fucking head. She isn’t the reason, Roper told you where we were didn’t he?” Jonathan growled, not drinking the shot and setting it beside him.

“That he did. Oh but she is one of the reasons why I am here, and pressing the barrel of a gun to the back of your fucking head.” The crime lord mocked Jonathan and eyed the drink, taking it and downing it. “You are the first person to turn down a drink from me, I’m a little offended. Here I am willing to talk to you like a man and you’re acting like a little bitch-”

Jonathan’s nostrils flared and shifted a little but felt the gun press harder into his scalp.

“Ah, ah! You wouldn’t want our little rose to see your brains blown all over the floor. It would break her poor heart to see her Jonathan Pine so easily taken out by someone better than him.” Daniel warned him, smirking as he saw Pine’s rage building up and threatening to bubble over. “I will tell you why I am here. I wish to make a bargain with you, Pine. I’ll even be nice enough to give you a few days, two at most, to think it over.” Daniel dug inside of his suit pocket, pulling out a business card with his phone number and giving it to Jonathan. “Now that Poppy, Bloodroot, Wisteria, and Wolfsbane are gone; I haven’t much choice but to unleash my newest group. Belladonna has spread her roots. You know all the riots in London and the United States? Some even transpire across the entire globe. They were doing that for a reason. Give me Katelyn and innocent lives will not be lost.”

That was his bargain!? Jonathan’s jaw dropped and his hands shook with anger, “No.”

“You would sacrifice thousands of innocent lives for one girl? Tsk, tsk.” Daniel shook his head.

“Why are you doing this?” Jonathan asked through clenched teeth, his eyes on Katie and his heart racing. All he wanted to do at this point was run as far away with her as possible. Forget the agency, forget being a spy, forget everything. Katie was all he cared about now, she had him wrapped around her finger.

“To show that I am at the top. That no one, not even the authorities will want to mess with me. I plan to create a society, one of crime and fear. Anarchy, war, violence, assault, death… The works. I want to make a statement about who is in charge and that I can have whatever I want because I manifested it to fruition.” The man’s smirk still stayed plastered to his face as he spoke of what he truly wanted. It was a typical bad guy scenario, but the only thing about it was that he actually had bombs planted in important places.

Jonathan did his best to disassemble the phones during his stay at the hotel in Japan, but he felt as though there was something else he was missing.

“Travis never had the actual call to set the explosives off. I just made him seem important to test him. He was stupid, but determined. Of course I am the one who has access when I decide for the bombs to go off.” Daniel removed the gun from the back of Pine’s head and tucked it away into his coat pocket. “Remember what I said, Pine. Two days.”

All Pine could do was stare in horror at the crime lord as he left the club, tipping the madame of the club and exiting. Bombs. Bombs, bombs, bombs, bombs-

“JONATHAN GO!! GO!!” Cameron screamed.

A younger Jonathan shook his head, adjusting his helmet and leaving his best friend for dead. The bomb went off, making Pine scream out of anguish. Several other bombs began to go off all around him and he made a run for it, sobbing as he had failed to save Cameron. The aftershock of one bomb in particular, blasted Jonathan into one of the Taliban's trucks that was no doubt full of traps.

His blue eyes widened in fear as a man leapt out from the truck, shouting in Arabic at some others. Pine watched as this man hit a button on his chest and began to run toward some of his friends. With all of his strength, Jonathan got up and screamed. He began to run towards them but stopped midway as the Taliban member blew up into pieces and killed two more of Pine’s comrades. A burnt arm landed right in front of the young soldier and he could only stare at it, knowing that Cameron had suffered the same fate.

“Jonathan!” Katie called, her brows turned up in worry as she tried to shake him out of his sudden PTSD episode. “Jonathan!” She tried again, gently taking his face in her hands and making him look at her. His pupils were blown wide as his eyes were and they held haunting fear. The brunette’s heart broke as she had no idea that his memories were this bad. “Breathe with me. Hey- Breathe.” she took his hand, pressing it over her heart.

The feeling of his palm against Katie’s chest brought him back from his moment. Jonathan held his hand over her heart a little longer, feeling it beat beneath her flesh. “Katelyn.” He whimpered her name, his eyes glossing over with tears. “I’m sorry- Cameron-” He broke out into a sob and stood up, Katie escorting him out of the club.

Not wanting to stay there any longer, Katie walked with Jonathan out into the streets and out of the red light district. She called for a cab as they had done so earlier and soon the pair were back in their room.

Jonathan immediately grabbed Katie, holding her tightly and letting new tears fall. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I killed him.” He wept.

“No. Jonathan you didn’t kill him, I forgave you. Look at me.” She pulled away from his embrace and reached up, wiping his tears. “Shh.. Tell me what happened, take as much time as you need.” Her thumbs continued to wipe away stray tears and her gaze never left his.

The blonde man took a deep breath in, holding one of her hands to his cheek. “Daniel. He… He’s going to try to take you. He is going to set off bombs in major cities across the United States and possibly the world if.. If I tell him no.” Pine straightened himself out a bit, looking deeply into Katie’s eyes. “The mention of bombing and killing thousands of people… The way he was so disturbingly passionate about it was what set me off.” He swallowed to soothe his aching throat.

Katie was speechless, staring at him with wide eyes. Her expression relaxed more and she pulled him down, kissing his lips softly. “I won’t let him take me.” She whispered, her hands sliding up his chest. Katie kissed him again, trying to distract him from everything going around. Their kiss began to become more intense as Katie was backed up against the wall with Pine’s large hands cupping her jaw.

Despite everything that had just transpired, Jonathan’s mind began to wander. His cock began to harden as his tongue slipped into Katie’s welcoming mouth. He placed one of his legs between hers, pinning her to the wall. “You’re mine . I will not let him touch you or take you from me.” He growled, returning to a breathtaking kiss and slipping his hand underneath her dress. Pine froze as he felt her bare pussy and just how soaked it was. She didn’t wear any panties… He stopped kissing her, looking at her before yanking her dress up and over her. “Your wet cunt could have been seen.” He pulled her tightly to him, smacking her ass hard.

“OH!” Katie shuddered, sucking in her bottom lip as she wiggled her ass for more. She wanted this to take his mind off of tonight. It was her birthday after all and she missed being a brat and being spanked. “Did I make you jealous, daddy?” she whispered into the crook of his neck, sucking on a sensitive area of his luscious neck. Katie gasped loudly as she earned another hard spank to her rear.

“You know the answer, brat.” Jonathan brought his hand down again upon her reddening ass, watching the flesh darken. He rubbed the meat of her ass roughly, feeling the girl he held shiver under his touch. “First you flirted with those drunkards, almost flashed your pussy and now you’re acting like a brat-” He moaned as he felt Katie suck that sensitive spot on his neck again. For that, he brought his hand down twice on each cheek. His cock was now straining in his pants and he was desperate to fuck Katie’s brains out already. No, he would make her wait as punishment. “Get on the bed and spread your legs.” He gave her ass another smack.

“Make me~” Katie chuckled breathlessly, the burn of her ass from Pine spanking it making her pussy more wet by the second. “It’s my birthday, I can do what I want.” She bit down on the spot this time, earning her a harder spank. “O-OH DADDY!! DADDY!! MM!!” The impact of his hand caused her to stand on her toes, her legs shaking a little.

“I don’t care, little girl.” Jonathan released her from his hold but shoved her on the bed, pulling up a chair and sitting in front of her. “Fuck yourself on your fingers. Spread your legs wide and let me see your fingers play with your pussy.” He licked his lips, eyes dark with lust.

Katie sat up, adjusting herself in a comfortable position and spreading her legs. She blushed hard as she was giving Jonathan a full view of her glistening cunt that ached to be filled with him. She slid a hand down her body, rubbing her ring and middle fingers over her clit gently. Her head fell back as she was so sensitive to the slightest touch, pussy clenching around nothing. “Does daddy like seeing me p-play with my pretty pussy?” She rubbed her lower lips, never dipping her fingers into her hole.

“Daddy loves it but he is growing impatient with what a brat you’re being.” He stood up, batting her hand away and sitting on the bed, looking down at her. One of his arms comes up behind her, fingers digging into her ribcage gently. His other hand reaching down with his fingers trailing down to her hip bones, never touching her where she wanted it most. “Tell me, who’s pussy is this?” He moves his hand lower.

“Y-Yours- AHH!” Katie’s legs slammed shut as Pine suddenly gave a spank to her pussy. Pleasure shot through her body and she noticed Jonathan give her a look of worry. “I’m ok. Th-That felt really good, do it again.” She licked her lips.

Jonathan retracted his hand, face falling back into his character after knowing she liked it. “You didn’t address me correctly, little girl.” He took his belt off, wrapping it around her wrists. “Legs spread. I will not tell you again and not let you come if you do not behave.”

Katie spread her legs wide open for him, crying out from his hand coming down against her clit. Shockwaves of wonderful pleasure traveling throughout. “Thank you, daddy. I’m sorry daddy I’ll listen now.” She wiggled her hips and tried to spread her legs as wide as she could.

“I didn’t tell you to push yourself either. But for showing me that you’re willing to behave, I’ll let you suck my cock. Do a good enough job and I’ll fuck you with my fingers.” He unzipped his pants and fumbled with them for a moment. Once his cock was out, Jonathan waved his hand to motion Katie to sit up and start.

Having her hands bound made this a little difficult for Katie to do, but it was nothing she couldn’t do. She places gentle kisses to his length, licking the bead of precum with the flat of her tongue. Her eyes flick up at him while she licks his cock like a lollipop, giving the head a firm suck.

“Fuck, just like that baby girl.” Jonathan sighs, one of his hands cupping her face as he watches her take his cock into her throat. His eyes close for a moment as he moans from the feeling of his length down her throat. “Shit.” He curses, trying his best not to move his hips.

Katie relaxes her jaw and tongue, focused on bringing pleasure to her beloved. She moved her head back and forth, moaning softly. The vibrations of her moans added extra pleasure to her sucking his cock.

Jonathan bites his lip hard, moving his hips just a little. He doesn’t want to fuck her mouth fully, but he is very tempted to.

The brunette pulls herself off of his cock, gasping for air and a string of spit from her lips still connected to his length. She looked up at him with desperate eyes, pleading for him to touch her.

“You’ve more than earned your reward.” He shoves her back, only to pull her to the edge of the bed where he kneels. He wraps his arms around her legs, burying his face between her legs as before; he couldn’t get enough of her taste. Jonathan places his whole mouth over her cunt, kissing and licking at her labia, sucking it and doing the same to her clit. He could still taste his own fluid from earlier, but paid no mind to it.

Forget his fingers- Jonathan’s mouth was magical. “Daddy-” Katie moans loudly, grinding her cunt against his face. “Daddy, your tongue feels s-so good.” She leans her head back against the bed and gasps as she feels his fingers slip inside of her.

Jonathan licked his lips, pulling his head away from the apex between her thighs and staring at her as he thrust his fingers in and out. “You like it when daddy fucks you with his fingers and tongue don’t you? Such a naughty girl you are.” His cock throbs with need and he starts to touch himself for some relief. Katie’s spit from earlier helped with his hand sliding up and down his cock.

“Y-Yes! I love it, daddy!” Katie squeals, her back arching a little. Her walls suck his fingers in as she feels them moving in and out of her. “Oh fuck- Oh fuck!” she mewls, her legs beginning to shake as now Jonathan’s thumb was rubbing her over sensitive clit.

“Do not come. Hold it.” He warns her, curling his fingers against her g-spot and pressing harder on her pearl.

Katie tried her damn best to hold it as her orgasm was coming strong. She relaxed her body, trying to control her breathing. It was getting harder and harder for her not to give in.

“Good girl, just a few more seconds. Keep holding it.” Pine scissored his fingers, watching her body jolt in surprise from the added motion. He could see she was trying her damn hardest and was a bit impressed. Jonathan decided to be mean and deny her the sweet release, pulling his hand away.

“Daddy!!” Katie whined, pouting as she thought she was doing so good. The build up of her orgasm had faded and so did her willingness to behave. She shut her legs just as Jonathan started to climb onto the bed.

Pine grabbed the base of Katie’s throat gently, never pressing down and noticing she was ok with that as long as he didn’t apply pressure. “Open your legs or you will not come.” He growled, giving her pussy a spank as she spread her legs.

“AH-mm!” She held back the fires of her orgasm coming back and sat up, trying to push Jonathan against the bed but only getting denied. Katie was pushed against the mattress, her legs over Jonathan’s shoulders.

Pine grabbed his cock, rubbing the reddened, angry tip against Katie’s entrance. He felt her pussy throb with need and looked into her eyes as he slowly pushed his cock inside of her. He would never get over the feeling of how tight she was.

“D-Daddy!” Katie moaned loudly, pushing her breasts out as much as she could and whimpering as soon as she felt Pine’s mouth on her nipples.

Jonathan released one of her nipples with a pop and began to snap his hips into her, sweat rolling down his face as he was still fully clothed. “I cannot wait until you get pregnant- later on. I will fuck you every day and remind you just how beautiful you are to me.” He moves his hips faster, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix. Noticing her legs were getting sore, Jonathan pulled out and hissed from the cool air hitting his aching cock. “Fuck it.” He muttered, shedding his clothes off as he was too hot to continue in his attire. He mounted Katie once again, his member finding purchase inside of her snug cunt. “It’s like your pussy was made for me.” He takes the belt off of her wrists. “Be a good girl and touch me.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice as Katie spread her legs as far as she could. Her hands flying to his back and nails dragging down. “I-It’s so good!! Oh fuck!” She loses her interest in finishing out the DDLg play and stares into Jonathan’s eyes. “I love you, Jonathan! I love you!” She gasps, her walls milking him.

The pleasure is too much for either of them to handle and Pine grabs the headboard, moving his hips faster, harder. “I love you all the same, baby.” He drops his persona to match her and feels his orgasm coming fast. “Hold onto me.” He moaned out, feeling her legs wrap around his waist and arms around his torso. Jonathan lets go of the headboard and holds her just as tight, pistoning his hips and breathing hard against her neck.

“J-Jonathan I-” Katie cannot even finish her sentence as her eyes roll back from the most intense orgasm she has ever had. Her walls contract, squeezing Pine and causing him to spill inside of her.

“Kate-” He moans her name as he comes, his hips slowing yet still moving as he makes sure to get every last drop of his seed into her. Both of them are panting, sweaty messes as they still for a moment. Jonathan lifts his head up, kissing Katie deeply as they both come down from their highs. After another moment or so, Jonathan pulls out his soft cock and collapses next to her.

“I-I hope that helped.” She laughed softly, turning her gaze to his.

“It did. More than you know. Are you ok?” He caressed his knuckles on her clammy cheek.

Katie shakes her head and nuzzles into his touch. “I’m ok. I felt incredible actually.” She giggles and sits up, making her way to the bathroom to pee and wipe her now ruined makeup off.

After a moment of privacy, Jonathan cannot help but to stare at Katie’s naked form while she cleans her face. He smiles to himself as he thinks of how lucky he is to have her and that he was thankful she was willing to try again. It was never his intention to play games with her feelings, he just couldn’t process the idea of ever falling in love again. Not until now.

“Jonathan, you’re staring at me.” Katie says shyly, a smile on her face.

“I can’t help it. I’m in the presence of a literal goddess, wouldn’t you find it hard not to stare? Especially since she’s so short!”

“You jerk! I thought you were being all sentimental and then you had to go and say that!” Katie ran back into the room, grabbing her pillow and beating him with it, laughing.

“Hey! Hey! Don’t start this because I will win.” Jonathan holds his hands up, grinning.

“Yeah? Says who?”

“Says the guy who won all the dormitory pillow fights back in school!” Pine grabs his pillow and whacks it over Katie, making her squeal in delight.

“Ok! I yield!!” She giggles, placing her pillow back down and crawling into bed.

After Jonathan had also taken care of his business, he pulled Katie’s naked form against his own. His lips peppered kisses on her shoulder as he held her in his arms. “I won’t let go. Not ever.”

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Outside of the hotel, a woman stared at the window of where Jonathan and Katie were staying. A wide, cat-like smirk spread across her round face. “He said he would give Pine two days to think about his decision… I’m giving him until tomorrow.”

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alfie Just a heads up my father is going to come for inspection tomorrow So I am just letting you know and inform everyone else there it is gonna be a "surprise" inspection So act surprised!!!! :scream_cat:

liam Ugh, good god. Another one? I feel like he does this almost weekly. Thanks for the heads up though. I guess that means I should clean up on my shift tonight :upside_down: I always do, don't I? :joy: Honestly, I should do the acting thing with Daniel - I feel like I could really get somewhere with it :thinking: I mean, not to brag, but I can totally cry on command.

alfie Do you want to hear some good news on that? Yes YOU should ooooh god no Really? Acting? But yeah , you can get things done with that :upside_down:

liam Sure? I don't know what good news can come from that, but hit me with it. What does the emphasis on YOU mean? I'll help my fellow coworkers get the place clean. Why not? Acting seems fun. I do have zero direction in life at the moment, so :man_shrugging: With crying on command? It's gotten me places before. Tug on people's heart strings enough and you can get what you want.

alfie Well, my father suggested I start getting full control over various businesses he owns And I chose the coffee house. And I will be there almost everyday Keeping things under control But also hanging out with you A little bit more Good, good. Well you see how hard it is for him at the moment. Getting to work somewhere else until he ACTUALLY gets a job

liam Wait. Really really?? I wasn’t expecting to hear that. So I get to hang out with you on the clock - how much fun :partying_face: it’ll be like I’m not even actually working with you around :zany_face: Great thing I was kidding then, hm? Maybe I’ll just go get a job as a go-go dancer - I’d be set for life after just a couple of years doing that :stuck_out_tongue:

alfie Yes really really :) Don't say that to anyone, but I am actually quite nervous about that I am not really sure how that will go. I honestly don't want to be as strict as my dad is but as long as the business goes smoothly and not a lot of people hate me( which I wouldn't mind either way) Oh you are still thinking about that? To become a go go dancer?

liam Well, that is good news. As long as you don’t go on bossing me around so much :rolling_eyes::stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye: About what? Taking over? You’re going to be great at it, don’t be silly. Please don’t be. Your dad is crazy strict. It’s exhausting. It’ll be just fine, Alfie - don’t worry so much. Just go in there and do your job. And boss everyone but me around because I am your favorite. I’m always considering it.

alfie Don't tell me what to do :sunglasses: I really really hope so Always my favorite. Have you really searched for job openings FOR go-go dancers?

liam :rolling_eyes: Ok, but you don't tell me what to do either. I don't like being bossed around. Unless it's in the bedroom :man_shrugging: Damn right. Maybe.

alfie So I can't boss you around in the coffee house but I can boss you around in the bedroom ? not counting the fact that the second situation won't eeeveeeer happen WHAT kind of logic is this? OH I didn't know you were serious about it? AND....what about that? Did you call to arrange interviews or...?

liam Yes, exactly. Well then I guess you just don’t get to boss me around then. It’s my logic. And it makes plenty of the sense to me. I’m not, but I should be :unamused: It’d be better money than the coffee house and my gig at The Flatiron Room.

alfie Still doesn't make any sense. How can you let anyone boss you around in bed? I'm going to do my thing and boss around my favorite, too, okay? Are you indirectly asking for a raise? Cause at the moment I can't do that. But do your research.

liam Because being bossed around in bed is fun. It makes perfect sense. It's very easy, actually. Ugh... I guess I'll let it slide for a little while. Since you admitted that I'm your favorite :smirk: I wasn't, actually but let me know when you can do that - then I might ask. Do my research on what though?

alfie You're unbelievable!!! Agree to disagree!!! Why do you think it's fun? :wink: I walked right into that, but yes, I will let you know. On the go-go dancing gigs? Mia asks if you're going to be in this party this weekend?

liam :rolling_eyes: I'm almost surprised to hear that you don't like bossing people around in bed. You strike me as the type. It's fun because I'm a giver in the bedroom, Alfie. Letting someone boss me around is more for them than it is for me, but it's fun because I like when people take control a bit :smirk: You definitely did walk right into that one. Great though. I'll be awaiting your take over of power :innocent: I forgot that was happening this weekend. No, I don't think so. I work at The Flatiron Room and likely will stay for drinks after. You going?

alfie :woozy_face: riiiiiight?! I never thought that we'd have that sort of conversation together You do strike me as a type that you talk a lot in bed. If we are sharing that kind of stuff, then. Good to know? Nope, me neither. I have loooooots of work

liam Very surprised, actually :joy: bex01/22/2021 liam:Ah, it's not that big of a deal. Maybe a little tmi, but that never hurt anyone. Ah, it's not that big of a deal. Maybe a little tmi, but that never hurt anyone. I tend to be pretty vocal, you're right about that.

alfie That's so nice of you, though! No, you can't. I mean I am good at sports, but that kind of flexibility...hmm? And before you say anything-shut up :eyes:

liam Oh... I mean... are you serious or just messing with me? I didn’t know I was even capable of making you so uncomfortable. You know me better than most other people. You know I’m just kidding most of the time, right? Okay, ALFIE! Jesus. I was just kidding about it anyways :unamused: if you’re so tense though I recommend finding a way to relieve some of that tension. I don’t like super tense Alfie. He’s sensitive. Yes! Daniel is very innocent, in comparison to us, anyways :laughing: I’m a nice person, what can I say? I’m shutting up! My lips are sealed :zipper_mouth:

alfie .....:weary: No, I'm not messing with you I'm not that uncomfortable per se....but please, don't overdo it! Yes, I know. Believe me I'm trying to deal with that tension, but those comments just....:angry: Yeah, he's very sensitive, so tone it down a bit? He's great, though; can't take it off my head that his eyes are on Mia, ALL THE TIME Mia will deny it...currently denies it You can't get it out of my head. Yeah, and that's why you're my favorite. Because of your nice moments. Let's see how long that will last :laughing:

liam Oh... well, I'm confused, but WHATEVER, I guess. Do you know me to not overdo anything? Like what is considered 'overdoing it'? :thinking: :rolling_eyes: since when are you so sensitive? What do you mean? They're always together, sure, but they're just friends. Maybe you really do need to take up yoga, Aflie. Or like... start meditating or something? Only because of my nice moments? Those are few and far between though! I feel like I've already hit a new record? :joy:

alfie There's always an explanation for everything, Liam. At the moment, I cannot tell you anything. Combined with the workload on me, at this point... No, I don't....but I'm asking you to at least try. You put things in my head; I didn't have to know how you're in bed, LIAAAAAAAAM That's overdoing it I just am in general, but I supress it....is that okay? Or you have to confirm it first, just to be true? I mean that they are both....:heart_eyes: for each other. Especially Mia! He's our friend and all... BUT Maybe I need to? But I don't want to know what's in your head about that situation, okaaaaaaaaaay? They are a lot, you just haven't added other ones to the list. YAY TO YOU:partying_face:

liam :face_with_raised_eyebrow: okay... that doesn't make me want to know wth you're talking about. But for the sake of not pushing, not making you uncomfortable and not adding to your stress right now... fine. Ugh, wth, Alfie... fine. Whatever. I WAS KIDDING! ... somewhat, anyways. That's overdoing it? Really? :unamused: I just mean that... you aren't usually so sensitive? Maybe it's coming with all of this stress you're under right now... which brings me back to yoga. But seriously though. No they aren't! They're close, but I have no doubt that they're just friends. They've been friends for a long time. If they were going to happen, I think they would've already. Yeah, yeah... I know. I'll just stop saying whatever is on my mind :upside_down: Sure, if you say so. Yeah. Well it's hard not to hit those new records when you're being a grump over... me and how I act. And the things I say.

alfie THANK YOU! Yes, really. Somewhat....?! Like do you actually mean them or you are like that with everyone?! Why are you so sure that they would have happened already? Maybe both of them are not ready to admit it Good....? is this me.being a grump or am I just bossing you around? :sunglasses::smirk:

liam I can't stand you right now :expressionless: What do you mean? I wasn't lying, if that's what you're asking... which, obviously we already covered that you don't want to know how I am in bed, so idk why you're clarifying here. Because they are just friends, we all know that. If they were going to happen already, I think they would've, don't you? So you want me to just stop being me, nbd :upside_down: If you want to boss me around so badly, Alf, you can :smirk: just not at work. K? Thanks. You see, you make it very hard to not make comments like that, which I'm sure is one of those comments that you suddenly don't want me making :face_with_hand_over_mouth: Oops? :man_shrugging: :rofl:

alfie That's not the point, Liam. I didn't say that you were lying? Like...I just want to know the reason why you think I want to know this? Noooooo So, lemme get this straight....you think that they can't just have something? Because they're friends. But, I'm allowed to know how you are in bed? Are we really friends? Or Mia should share what she likes in bed for Daniel? 'Cause yeah, like you said...sex is normal and we are adults...but... A friend would suffice on the knowledge that you are having fun... I'm digging up my own hole here MY POINT: I don't know what I should do with the info that you talk a lot in bed. Which now that I think about it...I don't know what else you might say, because you DO say a lot of things BEFORE IT??? We'll see about that Oops....what? I see it as a normal thing since I'm not sharing that kind of information with you I give myself the freedom to tease a friend, riiiiight?

liam Omg, Alf :rolling_eyes: I don't entirely understand why we're even having this conversation right now. I just say things, okay! You know this - why are you making it such a big deal? You know how I am. I blurt things out without thinking and it was just a comment?? What does Mia and Daniel have to do with me and you? I mean, are you saying that we aren't just friends because I share things abut how I am in bed? Is that what determines if two people are friends or more than friends? Didn't think so. And no, Mia wouldn't even do that because she isn't like me in that sense. You ARE digging your own hole here, but I'm still trying to figure out why :unamused: What is the problem? If it really is THIS big of a deal for you, I won't mention how I am in bed anymore... goodness. I don't expect you to do... anything with that information? Oops for the comment I made, but I see that didn't quite register, maybe, in the midst of your freaking out over me mentioning how I am in bed. Okay! I won't mention it anymore, okay? Gosh.

alfie They just started having a different impact on me, okay? Why don't you get that? :unamused: Why are you insisting that my opinion on Mia and Daniel is wrong? I didn't want to know hoooow you are in bed OKAY Good Still hasn't registered...I don't understand why ....you made it...but whatever Okay...

liam Okay... I don't mean for them to impact you in any way? ... I'm sorry? Obviously, it pisses you off. I'm not trying to do that here. Because it is? Okay, Alfie... I hear you. I'll stop. Why do I say half of the things I say? I don't even know. This is what happens - I make messes. So I'm just gonna shut up.

alfie Anyway... It might not be wrong, though I DON'T KNOW, LIAM! Why do you say them? You tell me Okay...

liam But it also probably is. They're friends, just like we are. I DON'T KNOW, ALFIE! I say a lot of stupid shit... you know this. I don't think before I talk. Obviously, I need to work on that if it's pissing you off so much :rolling_eyes: Are you just... really irritated with all of the stress you're under and taking it out on me? Because that's what it feels like.

alfie :man_facepalming_tone1: can't deal with that at the moment, Liam Yeah kinda... All there is stress at this point and nothing more I am not taking it out on you I just.... Let's forget it okay? This argument never happened

liam Omg, Alfie, what is there to “deal” with?? All this stress and yet you aren’t just taking it out on me... what did I do then? Because I haven’t done anything I don’t do normally, so you’re really throwing me for a loop here... but whatever. Sure. Consider it forgotten :unamused:

alfie Liam....I... said...forget it- okay?! Good

#muse : liam lancaster #liam x alfie

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spazzbunn · 4 years

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Christmas With Friends

Today was pretty big. It was Christmas Day in Zootopia! The kids were opening their presents, the adults went out to get some items thanks to the gift cards they got, it was even snowing. Overall, this Christmas was really starting to feel jolly. Especially for a house full of mammals. The home had its two owners inside the warm comfortable shelter that kept them cozy from the snow and cold wind outside. Michael and Katrice, the rabbit and red panda couple. They both were huddled close with their paws holding looking over at their fully decorated Christmas tree they made together. It was full of lights and ornaments and had a big bright yellow gold star on top. It truly looked breathtaking for the two of them. Amongst the noise that surrounded them was the television and the voices of their good friends. One other sound was able to catch their attention. A click with a sound of a flash. They turned around to witness what was behind them. It was a tall and slim figure with yellow and white and little bits of black spots and areas around this body. It was Hammy the cheetah. Having to wear his suit being of cranberry red and pine tree green tie to fit the Holidays. He had with him his camera, taking a moment to take pretty good looking pictures on whatever he saw as stunning. It was his passion. “Sorry, just that felt like a postcard moment.” Hammy said as he turned his camera around to show the small screen to have the two witness his very professional photography. “Dang Hammy. This looks good.” Michael told him as Hammy was happy with his work being liked by all. “Thanks. I’ll try to have this be in a postcard for next year. Just hope I don’t forget.” Hammy rubbed the back of his neck with Katrice patting him on his back. “No worries. Just send it to us. I know Michael won’t forget Christmas moments.” Katrice smirked at her rabbit who blushed slightly but nodded. Hammy went into the kitchen to lay down his camera by the counter since the table was full of different types of food to snack on. Michael went over to one side of the living room as Katrice went another. Both of them wanting to be good hosts for their guests, who also were their friends. Michael went over to a group of mammals on the couch. Watching television as it is playing some videos on a tabby cats phone. Next to the male tabby was a male coyote, a male african wild dog, and even a male silver fox. The bunny walked around and sat down next to the tabby. “Hey Jake.” Jake looked over. “Oh hey dude! I’m just showing the guys some videos about this crazy show in Japan.” Milo, the african wild dog, took a sip of water from his red cup. “Yeah. It is very odd. Who the heck would even think of stuff like this?” “Maybe odd mammals?” Shadow the silver fox stated. Having to have no red contacts or any red or purple on his fur. He wanted to look clean for his friends. Mainly, because his girlfriend otter Karen got him to be cleaning the dye off. “That, or the show itself knows its audience?” Evan Coywise, the coyote, told the guys as they all pretty much agreed with his theory. “Eh. Hey, thanks for inviting us, by the way.” Milo said to Michael with the rabbit feeling happy to hear that. “Yeah. This Christmas get together is pretty sweet.” Shadow says as he looks around to see Tod coming back with a plate of food. Having mac n cheese, some turkey, and corn on it. “Oh hey Michael!” Tod the reddish orange fox went over to sit down at the last empty seat of it as he takes a bite of the mac n cheese with the fork he had. “I was kinda surprised everyone showed up early.” Michael says as he looked to see everyone was accounted for. “Well it is rare for us to hang out together. We all are different, but we still care for each other.” Milo points out as he takes another sip of his drink. Tod looked over at Milo. “You must have drank the philosophy juice or something.” Shadow laughed from Tod’s joke as Michael and Jake watch a bit of the weird game show as they questioned about if they both could ever compete with getting a show like this. The answer seemed like a ‘no’ to the tabby and bunny. Katrice in the meanwhile went over to the side of the house where the chairs from the kitchen were moved as a couple of mammals used them to sit down and starting to draw. One pig, the other a rabbit, and the last a raccoon with blue fur where its black should be. All three of them were female and another common thing was they were artists. Katrice raised a brow. “Hey you three. What are you all doing?” The gray rabbit with brown ears and brown stylish hair looked up at the red panda. “Oh sorry! We are doing a sort of challenge here.” “Oh?” The red panda seemed curious to know. Helena looked up as she fixed her glasses. “Yeah! We are trying to draw the tree you guys have and post our artworks on our tweets. The most liked picture wins” “Ah cool!” Said Katrice. “What would the winner get?” “Bragging rights.” The raccoon said as she took a sip of Dr.Pepper as she kept drawing with a smirk. “Oh, after we finish up, we wanna know if you wanna chat and eat with us in the kitchen.” “Awww. I’d love to. The kitchen seems a bit crowded though.” Katrice saw that inside were Hammy, Diana, Karen, and the brown bear Lou and the other rabbit Gerry. All of them talking and laughing and cracking jokes. “We can slip in fine.” Helena says to Katrice. “Besides, I am about to call quits before my paw breaks.” She sets her paper down on an empty chair they had. “Ehh. Same.” Fever and Trish said in unison as they gave their artworks to Hel as she puts them on top of hers. “I think I am gonna get something to eat as well.” Katrice said to her friends as the girls got up and the four of them started to head into the kitchen. Michael gets up as well, his stomach growling since he had to skip breakfast along with Katrice since they were busy cleaning and setting up the food. “Sorry guys, but I gotta get something to eat.” “It’s cool dude.” Evan says to him. “Hey, could you get me a bread roll? I want to finish this crazy show with the guys before I eat.” Michael obliged as he went around the couch and started to head towards the kitchen where he witnessed his girlfriend and their friends having fun. He walks in to go find a roll as Katrice comes up to him and smiles. “Well, everyone seems to be having fun here.” “Heh. I know. We did great Katrice.” Michael says with him smiling back at her. This got the attention of the skunk who saw the two being cute together and calls out to them. “Awwwe~ You guys having a little date over there?!~” Diana jokingly said with a smug grin. Her glasses even added more smugness to it. Michael and Katrice blushed and were trying to act cool with Diana laughing softly. “I’m just joking you guys.” Karen sipped her cup of tea. “Diana is a jokester I found out. She looks so sweet but yet can act like a spice at times.” “Eh. I just am Yin and Yang really. Both inside and out.” Diana ate a cracker as Lou thought about her sentence and snickers.. “Ok, that’s pretty funny. Especially since you are black and white.” Lou laughed as he was eating some cheese and grapes on his plate with Diana looking at herself but then smirking and trying not to laugh as well. She really walked into that one. Karen smiled along with Michael and Katrice while the mammals then hear that familiar click. Hammy had his camera out and took another picture to treasure. “Sorry again. Just, this whole gives off good vibes. I wanna cherish these you know?” Hammy put the camera down back on the counter as everyone was telling him it was fine. “Yeah dude. Nothing wrong with taking good pictures with friends.” Lou said with Karen and Diana agreeing. Michael looks at the roll in his paw. Then he remembered what he went in here for. “Oh! I almost forgot!” “Forgot about what?” A mammal came into the room with everyone looking over to who said that. It was Daniel the weasel. He was a pretty chill friend of Michael so of course he had to come and celebrate with him and his girlfriend and his friends. He was in the bathroom having to have to take a phone call from his parents. He was finished so he came down to see what was happening. “Oh nothing Daniel. I just gotta give Evan this roll. Also I planned on eating as well.” Michael tells Daniel as the weasel goes to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water. Michael looks around with his mind wanting to get a bowl of Katrice’s mac n cheese. She always makes the best food ever. Before the bunny could get started with getting a bowl, Gerry comes over and gives a big hug to both Michael and the red panda. “Jeez your hugs are pretty strong” Katrice said as he lets go with Michael holding on to the roll for dear life. “Hey I give bigger hugs too.” Lou stated with him going to get some sugar cookies. “Sorry, but I was just about ready to head out. My family is gonna head on over to my other family for dinner as well.” Gerry explains as he took a sugar cookie and started to eat one. “Awww. Sucks you gotta go.” Fever said with her and Trish eating some ham as Gerry sighed. “Well, the Holidays are pretty busy this time for year after all.” The light brown rabbit said as he took another bite. “You was pretty chill to hang around.” Daniel tells Gerry who took that compliment. “You gotta hang out with Michael and some of us at ‘Boys Night’” Gerry rubbed his chin. “I think I got time this weekend. So yeah!” He finished his cookie. “Besides, I am gonna throw a New Years Eve party so we can spend more time together!” “Wooo! Boys night!” Jake shouted as he and the rest of the guys came over. Evan seeing the roll and thanking Michael as he takes it and begins to eat it. Fever looked at the whole group that was in the big clean kitchen. Full of laughs and full of cheer. She was there when Hammy took that picture of Michael, Katrice, Lou and Karen with Diana as well. It was starting to give her an idea. She poked on the shoulders of Michael and Katrice as the two looked over and she whispered something into their ears. Both the bunny and the red panda’s ears stood up and had the same smile as their friend. “Hey Hammy.” Katrice says with the cheetah looking over to her. “Got enough space for one more picture?” “Of course!” Hammy said with pride. “What you got in mind?” Michael then spoke up. “We want to take a Christmas picture. Together with all of us here.” Everyone looked at each other. Quickly, they all pretty much agreed to that idea. “Alrighty. Been a rarity since I done one of these.” Trish said as she finished her plate. “Same here.” Jake said as he sipped his drink of cola. “Where would we take the pic at?” Milo questioned with Evan looking over at the tree. “Hmm. What about the Christmas Tree?” Evan points out. “Sure!” Michael and Katrice said together. “Alright!” Tod says as he went over to pick up a chair and carry it in the living room with everyone starting to follow. Karen and Shadow held each other close in front of the tree. Same with Michael and Katrice. Tod sets down the chair far away from the group so the photo can get the whole view of the mammals, the tree and decorations, even a glimpse of the snow outside. The group starts to form big with Lou being perfectly in place of the camera. The same goes for everyone. Hammy would be the last as Tod goes to join in the photo. He sets the camera down onto the chair and sets up the camera to be timed as it begins to beep. Quickly he runs in and fills in the last spot. “Oh! We should say Merry Christmas.” Katrice tells everyone with Michael loving the idea. “Sounds good my pumpkin spice raccoon. But why?” Michael asked in confusion. “Idk. Seems holly and jolly.” The red panda says with the camera starting to beep more, saying it was close to take the photo. “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” The group all shouted at the same time as the photo flashed and clicked, the picture being taken. Everyone would pretty much agree. This Christmas was the best one yet. Maybe, even the best one ever. They were glad to spend it together. Merry Christmas to all of Zootopia, and to the people that mean a lot to me. - Spazzie Bunnie Katrice belongs to @msitubeatz Fever belongs to @feverwildehopps Trish belongs to @trashasaurusrex Helena belongs to @helthehatter Diana belongs to @skeletonguys-and-ragdolls Gerry belongs to @androace-bunny Evan belongs to @wartoxdude Hammy belongs to @hammytotherescue Jake belongs to @kingdomofkitten Shadow belongs to @n-p-wilde Karen belongs to @azshade Lou belongs to @firecracker-art-lounge Milo belongs to @juantriforce042 Tod belongs to @thefoxninja17 Daniel belongs to @owningsuperset7

#zootopia #zoosonas #michael #katrice #fever #trish #helena #diana #gerry #evan #hammy #jake #shadow #karen #lou #milo #tod #daniel #christmas day #zootopia fanfic

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yakumtsaki · 4 years

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Welcome, dear readers, to Part 2 out of 3 of the Union Comeback Season Premiere Episode (title under construction, part 1 here). Right off the bat, let me just admit what everyone is thinking, yes, mass-deleting default replacements was clearly a huge mistake. Looking good in the heart boxers, boys, especially Jojo! Very on brand and not at all ridiculous. On a lesser but equally annoying note, our windows have suddenly turned red while the exterior AND interior of the house are purple. Dark days ahead..

..but not for Goro, who has returned home since running away and is immediately being kicked out again. Good to see you Goro, now pack up your shit, D’vorah won the cat heir position so it’s time for you to move to Melody and Daniel’s farm.

-Well I’m a cat so I don’t have any possessions to pack.

Thank you for providing an example of why you lost the cat heirship via this painfully boring reaction to the news of your defeat.

-No, he’s right, we cats don’t have any possessions to pack.

Omg D’vorah shut up. How on earth you boring flops are Alegra/Ronroneo’s grandchildren AND Sophie’s children I’ll never understand. I’m this close to making Maxx the cat heir and he’s not even a cat.

-Correct, I’m a dog.

Worst group of pets e v e r.

Oh look who autonomously woohooed for the first time in a century, I guess those base game heart boxers were simply too hot to resist. If one of you gets knocked up a week away from elderhood I’m gonna have a meltdown the likes of which the world has never seen.

-For the love of God, can we get some privacy here?

I’d love nothing more than to give you two bozos eternal privacy by never looking at either of you again, but the headmaster is here for Wulf so put some clothes on-

-WHAT THE FUCK. Why do we keep getting new headmasters instead of the ones we’ve already terrorized into submission?? Now we have to ‘show BJ a good time’ and ‘maybe we could give BJ a tour’, I’d honestly rather give BJ a bj and get this shit over with, I’m tired of threatening headmasters with murder. Hopefully it doesn’t come to sexual favors but if it does, Wyatt, you’re up.

-Pourquoi moi???

Pourquoi toi still haven’t gotten promoted and toi sleep 22 hours a day, it’s high time toi pulled your weight around here.

Good, that’s the spirit.

-Bonjour, monsieur Headmastér! I wòuld introdûce yoù to Wûlf but hé is très busý with unpàid çhild labόr.

-Haha, what a hilarious joke, Mr. Union!

-Alright Cinderello, after you’re done cleaning the flooding shower you’re going to need to jump out the second floor window and go study in the crypt, so the headmaster doesn’t see you and ask you any uncomfortable questions about whether I acknowledge you as my son. I have to go help your father charm our guest by giving my trademarked speech on how I never got impregnated by aliens and what a blow it was to humanity’s future.

-Ok Mr. Jojo!

-For the last time Wulf, it’s not ‘Mr. Jojo’, it’s ‘Mr. Union’. God.

-Ah hello there Headmaster BJ, apologies for my lateness, I was tucking little Wulf in bed because I definitely acknowledge him as my son. As I do all 3 of my children and not just Cyneswith. Ask anyone! But not Wulf or whatshername.. I want to say Shenar? Anyway, now that that’s been cleared up, what are we talking about here? The fact I never got impregnated by aliens and what a terrible blow it was to humanity’s future? I assumed as much.

-Haha aliens?! Well you are just a family of crack ups, does your son share this amazing sense of humor?

-Oh yes yes he definitely does, and he is definitely OUR son, that’s exactly how I view him as well, not solely as Wyatt’s offspring just because he appears to not have a drop of my DNA. I mean who even cares about that? Not me, that’s for certain. Yes, Wulf was just telling me the funniest joke while I was reading Cinderella to him before I put him to bed-

-Man, it’s so hard to concentrate on math with a broken leg from jumping out the window and Grandpa’s disembodied head floating around.

Grandpa’s disembodied head??

OH FUCK KOMEI

-What?

Nothing! Looking good! The decision to delete default replacements didn’t affect you in any way!

-Thank god, have you seen Vic with that base game hair? Talk about scary.

Yes, talk about scary indeed. Do you happen to know if the matchmaker performs the occasional exorcism?

-No idea.

Well she hates me anyway so that was solution was dead in the water. I have to go back to the headmaster fuckery now, but I want you to know I’m really sorry for what Salome did to you.

-Sό, monsieur Headmastér, the όnly tràck reçord which est bettér than the όne we havé with bébés wόrking, est the oné we havé with our animàls rûnning awaý!

-Oh my.

-He’s joking, he’s joking Headmaster BJ, we’re both excellent pet owners and excellent parents, if you’ll excuse me the phone is ringing-

-Cyneswith darling! An adult bartender is calling for you and he has the Komei face! You might be 14 but he’s clearly future husband material!

-Be right there, daddy!

-Alright, I think I’ve seen enough here.

No you haven’t! Wyatt, take off your robe!

-No need, I’ve made up my mind..

-..you’re obviously a perfect match for our school!

What the hell? How? Even by our standards we legit didn’t do shit.

-Headmaster Jitmakusol left a very distraught letter regarding your family before he was institutionalized, the gist of it being it is pointless to try and keep you people out of the school, and his successor should simply ‘roll with it’.

Well ok then! Pleasure doing business with you, BJ.

-The pleasure was all mine, please don’t ever contact me again.

We’ll make sure to be in touch.

In the meantime, Komei has recovered his body!

-Why me? WHY ALWAYS ME? CYNESWITH IS RIGHT THERE

-Sorry honey, we play poker for it every night and Victor won dibs on Cyneswith.

-That’s right, the first one to scare everyone gets ghost-bingo!

Are you fuckers playing ghost-poker or ghost-bingo?

-It’s a hybrid, we have a lot of time on our hands, being dead and all, so we developed an overcomplicated gambling system for our scares.

Yea ok congrats Victor, now can you fuck off before you actually do kill one of the kids?? They have 10/10/9 energy, they literally never sleep.

-No can do, if you actually kill someone you get Yahtzee!

How many fucking games are involved in this bullshit?

-We told you, we have a lot of time on our hands. SUCK IT VICTOR, I WIN FOR THE NIGHT

Win for the night? Who cares about that, you have Wyatt cornered, go for the Yahtzee!

-Oh, but you said our games were bullshit!

That’s before I realized Wyatt was awake for his allotted 2 hours per day non-sleeping time. Wyatt istfg bro, are you half French-Arab and half panda?

-Pandàs eàt for 14 hourès idiόt, ne pas slèèp.

Well look who knows a suspicious amount about pandas now! Almost like he’s descended from them.

Oh good, everyone’s favorite couple simultaneously has the day off. How about I take you two out for a nice date at Londoste since you’re about 55 years old?

-How about hard pass on that architectural monstrosity of a restaurant and we hang out for 6 hours in our front yard instead?

-Oui, oui! Très blanc garbagè of us!

Well at least we’re not forgetting our roots.

Alright then, we’ve crossed into white trash territory unironically with the yard pda and we’re also freezing to death, how about we take this inside?

-Non!

-Yes, non indeed! I love how frozen your hands are, dear, it’s like you’re a real corpse!

Oh my G-

-Catch me, Creature!

-Je t'aime, dr. Frankènstèin!

Ok, new suggestion, how about instead of going inside we visit a nice church?

-How abοùt you lôôk awày, pervertir!

Bold words from someone doing Frankenstein roleplay, and I’D LOVE TO, but the kids are at school and the animals are sleeping, so there’s no looking away from whatever the fuck this is.

Oh thank god, Cyneswith is back from school and ready to cockblock her parents as always. First time I’m genuinely happy to see you, Cyn.

-Straight A’s again! Ah, we may only have one child but she is THE BEST. Wyatt dear, come here to congratulate Cyneswith and further inflate her ego. Wyatt?

-Why is he ignoring my straight A’s, daddy?!

-Ugh, he’s probably jealous since everyone is jealous of you, darling. Pay him no mind, let’s go inside so I can give you the diamond tiara I got you for your birthday.

-But my birthday is in four months, what will you get me then?

-A throne to go with it and anything you want from Sihara’s and the other one’s rooms?

-They have no rooms, remember? They both sleep in the crypt.

-Right, well how about I act like I got them presents, give them to you and make them watch as you unwrap them?

-Aw daddy💗

-Je ne pas fèèl bien..

Yes, you’re dying, so it’d be some real Frankenstein shit if you did feel bien.

Is this Komei-clone bartender serious, first he calls while the headmaster is over, now he calls while we’re dying, FEEL THE FUCKING ROOM PAL

..and there we go. RIP Wyatt, it’s been sorta ok having you in the fami-

-WTF HOW ARE YOU ALIVE

-HA. I lièd, I AM hàlf pandà and mon beàr gènes protéct moi!

GODDAMMIT I KNEW IT. Is that why the one child you gave birth to is your exact clone?

-Oui! Wulf est 1/4 pandà, et toi wènt et namèd him WULF.

Well, to be fair, not a lot of famous pandas I could have named him after even if I knew.

-Toi çould hàve namèd him Pandà!

Oh man, Panda Union does have a nice ring to it, especially next to the other names.. ~Shajar~, ~Cyneswith~ and PANDA. Thanks a lot for depriving me of the opportunity by withholding your genetic info.

-Je think Wulf est ontό it..

Onto the fact he’s 1/4 panda? I highly doubt that.

Yea nevermind, he knows.

Oh great, Shajar has brought yet another uggo with a culturally appropriative hairstyle home from school.

-That’s what you get for letting her out of the crypt.

Give it a rest, Jojo, we’ve had enough of your incredible parenting to last us 10 lifetimes at this point.

-And then it goes: I send the thunder from the sky, I send the fire raining down, I send a hail of burning ice, on every field, on every town! I send the locusts on a wind, such as the world has never seen, on every leaf, on every stalk, until there's nothing left of green! I send my scourge, I send my sword, THUS SAITH THE LORD🎵

-Great, thank you, Shajar, for singing the entirety of the ‘10 Plagues’ song from The Prince of Egypt 27 times. I’m really sorry but I have to go home now-

-It-was-nice-to-meet-you noogie!

..Shajar, please, PLEASE see a doctor.

-My sister Shajar may be super popular, spoiled and beloved-

WHAT LMAO

-but I have the friendship of animals and that’s all that matters!

Yea, Cyn, no offense, but it feels like you’re trying to cultivate an underdog Disney princess persona for yourself that is the exact opposite of actual family dynamics around here.

-What makes you say that?

Your tiara and throne vs Shajar sleeping in the crypt come to mind.

-So to be an underdog you need to be a loser?

I mean narrative-wise kinda, yea.

-Message received.

No, no that wasn’t a message-

-Yes it was and I got you, loud and clear.

Oh god.

-WHAT? YOU’RE REJECTING ME BECAUSE I’M TOO PRETTY? MY HEART IS BROKEN! I DON’T THINK I’LL EVER GET OVER THIS

-Uh, who are you again? Shajar invited me over, ordered a pizza and has been hiding in the bushes for 1 hour waiting to noogie the delivery guy.

-I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT I’M HEARING! I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO SING ABOUT THIS IN AN ENCHANTED FOREST FOR ABOUT 3 AND A HALF MINUTES

Jfc, where are the ghosts when you need them.

-Mommy has dibs on you tonight, Jojo!

-Mom please no! Your hair is so damn hideous! Just stay in your urn until the default replacement has been put back!

-Ah excellent, I have upgraded my robotic abilities up to cleanbot level!

That actually is excellent, I really want us to fire Kaylynn.

-Cleanbots don’t change cat litter.

..UGH then why even bother, Jojo? The cat shit is 90% of our problems, make something that fixes that or stop wasting airtime with your nonsense. Istg some people.

-Alright sis, how about we go out again tonight and ~play the field~? If I get rejected by a couple more mean boys I can earn my underdog princess badge!

-You are so stupid, Cyneswith, if you want to earn your underdog badge all you need to do is board a doomed ship, Titanic style, and then give the floating door to someone you’ve known for a couple of days while you selflessly and pointlessly drown in the freezing ocean despite the fact you could take turns sharing the door.

-But then I would be dead.

-I know right? Everybody wins. Let’s go get you some tickets.

Yea, let’s not, but let’s get out of here because the ghosts are out of fucking control and you two aren’t sleeping anytime soon.

-Shaj-and-Cyn-in-da-club noogie!

Shajar FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, ENOUGH.

OMG IT’S SOPHIE MIGUEL. SOPHIE MIGUEL IN THE HOUSE

-Whaddup dildos, ‘tis I, Sophie fucking Miguel, the meanest townie teen there is. I’ve only taken 4 steps into this place and I can already tell I’m surrounded by a bunch of beta turbocucks.

SHAJAR GO TALK TO HER!!!!!

-HEY BITCH, I’M NOT A BETA TURBOCUCK, I’M ALPHA AS FUCK. I’M NAMED AFTER SHAJAR AL-DURR! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO THAT IS?

SHAJ WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, WHAT IS THIS APPROACH

-Of course I do, the first Mamluk Sultana of Egypt. Nice.

OMG THAT SHIT WORKED. LAND THE PLANE SHAJ

-Ohhhhhhhh😍 Do you want to talk some more?? Do you like the 10 Plagues song from the Prince of Egypt???

-Nop, as suddenly as I came into your life, I’m dramatically getting the fuck out for no discernible reason, cause that’s just how I roll. Gone with the wind, baby! I’m like an outdoor cat. You’ll never see me again.

-Oh but I will..

YES YOU WILL SHAJ. I’m so on board this particular Titanicesque crackship that it’s un.real. I mean Sophie Miguel literally came into this place, talked to Shajar for less than one minute and then left the bar entirely, in turn leaving us dick in hand. What.an.icon.

In the meantime Cyneswith.. did this. Game-changing night for everyone!

#gen 2 #ts2

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fart-gate · 4 years

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SG1

Season 3 episode 1

"INTO THE FIRE"

Notes by me

- PREVIOUSLY - hathor tricked them all into thinking they were in the future and then tried to get them to give her information on the asgard I think?? Thats still kinda unclear. tealc left me!!! 😭, hathor has offered a worm to sg1 but they said no :\

- major davis is back and ready for action

- is this a new theme sequence?

- why is davis acting like he doesnt care about sg1, i thought we were supposed to like him

- davis: its just one sg team! We have other teams!

Hammond: I'm gonna need you to shut the fuck up before I shut you up myself

- when hammond says they dont have to go and they all step forward at once 😭

- "remember all the good times we had in each others arms?"

"I really try not to"

hardly in each others arms when Daniel was fighting back the whole time(if I remember correctly)

- daniels fucked up relationship with hathor is still not being addressed in the sense of Daniel finding closure

- still holding out hope they address what happened to him but I know how media is with men and sexual trauma. Nonexistent

- Jack as a host would be something, no?👀

- meanwhile tealc decided hes had enough and went home

- BRA'TAC!! We were long overdue for another appearance

- Oh I completely forgot about klorel

- hes 135 yrs old.....at least we know for a fact hes entitled to financial compensation

- can we pleASE stop pulling creatures out of this guys stomach ma'am this is a wendys

- oh my goooddd they actually made Jack a host. I thought they would get saved before it happened oh my god oh my g ...,, its time for a good time im ready

- aggressive lady is tokra!!

- how will they get it out of his head if it dies? Its body is just gonna sit there right?

- when sam tells the colonel that Jack has been taken as a host and daniels face is just :| zero emotion

- ah rip tokra lady

- rage filled tealc is my favorite tealc

- that shield around the gate is really cool

- you know for a 90s tv show with a budget of 3 dollars this action scene is amazing

- bodyguard Sam dragging Daniel to the trees✊✨✨✨💞 Daniel with a gash in his leg 💕👁👄👁💕

- ive said it once and I'll say it again. I love these bird guard costumes

- god shut uupppp Davis

- Jack has been frozen this entire time

- oh no he gave Daniel a gun. Oh that would be just awful if he shot himself in he foot (sarcastic, I want it to happen)

- TEALCS WHOLE FREEDOM SPEECH💪💪💪💙💙💙💙💙💞💞💞 MY BOYYYYYYYY is a true leader

- well he got a few ppl with him at least

- or just hammond

- tealcs face when hammond reveals himself🤗 best friends

- lol Sam was like yeah I'm going to find the source of the shield and then went to look for Jack instead. Like we get it girl stop being so loud

- the tokra lady saved him. We really owe alot to these rebels dont we

- when Daniel tries to help the fallen soldier but gets dragged away by the colonel 😌 I love Daniel in action scenes

- JACK KILLS HATHOR DARTH VADER STYLE

- I feel like it should have been Daniel considering hes got the most beef but the writers hate me specifically

- love how they just hold each other while still talking. Just holding each other. Whatever *succumbs*

- meanwhile theres a dead lady in the back round. You know casual otp scene

- oh god shes still alive

- "They do not build them as they once did" I aint as young as I once was

- HAHA when they get caught by the guards in the tunnel and Daniel tries to moonwalk away

- anyone else in here think it was hot when Jack pretended to be a goauld

- wonder how Daniel felt when Jack said he killed hathor

- "back up" is just tealc and hammond

- that space ship JUST fits thru the gate

- "YYYEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAWWWW"

- Sam immediately going to jack to see if hes ok💗💜💗

- sam, jack, hammond, tealc, bra'tac, and Daniel group hug. The Dream Team.

Whump under the cut

Jack Oneill whump: shot by zat gun, face grabbed, temple device ripped off, made a host, sweaty, shivering, Sam caretaker

Daniel jackson whump: blasted by explosion, shot at, disoriented, leg wound, limping, kneeling, captured, gunpoint, bruises on face

Sam carter whump: ribbon device to forehead, shot at, blasted by explosion

🎶listening to Raise Hell by Dorothy🎶 for tealc gathering all his fellow jaffa to rebel against the goauld

🎶listening to Revolution by The Score🎶 for the jaffa rebellion !!!

🎶listening to Hair by Little Mix🎶 for Daniel getting a haircut. Probably to get rid of the memory of hathor

#stargate season 3 #whump #we kicked off the season with a good start gents #jack whump season 3 #daniel whump season 3 #sam whump season 3

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Getting Over Her

Having a couple friends over was different now that he was both an adult, a father, and single again. It was all he could do to stay sane now; a support group if he thought about it. But he didn’t want to be with the three friends he had over; Paul, a man who smoked too many cigarettes and drank too much, Geoffrey, the man who valued his wife like Esteban valued crime -not at all. Then there was Alice. Alice was always a beautiful girl, thin, strong jaw, brunette, chocolate eyes, long neck. She normally dressed so casually when Karen was around; button shirt, cardigan, but she was daring with her short, short pencil skirts, crossing her legs in just a way where he could peek up the cloth and see her womanhood swaddled in Victoria Secret silk. Tonight, she wore a little black dress, strapless, not tight, easy to pull up, no bra to hold back her C sized breasts. All leg, all arm, all neck. She threw on a long cream colored cardigan when she remembered he had kids; the urge to laugh when his nine year old Sean caught a face full of ass. He’d never seen the boy blush so hard. Then the art started flying out, “I drew this one during lunch today at school, and I drew this one a week ago, it’s not bad but it’s not good, I’m trying to get better. I can run really fast, you wanna see me?” Esteban nearly died, his little mijo so interested in impressing the pretty lady. It was about 8pm when his guests decided talking to him at a kitchen island while his 9 year old and 2 year old watched cartoons wasn’t as fun as drinking all night and playing cards. As the credits rolled of one of the original Hawtdog Man or...whatever it was called came to a close, he picked up the remote and shut the tv down. “Alright mijito, time for bed.” He announced. Immediately Daniel started crying, face scrunching up as tears the size of peanut M&M’s hit his cheeks. Esteban quickly made his way around the counter, walking across the room to pluck Daniel out of his sitter, holding him close. “Oh I know, I know,” he cooed. “You’re so sad,” he puffed out his bottom lip playfully. Sean didn’t look up at him, continuing to draw. Esteban watched him for a couple minutes, bouncing the baby against his chest, letting the grumpy toddler scream his frustration out against his neck. After a moment, he cleared his throat once, waited, then twice. Sean looked up at him, a little annoyed but the father just smirked. “Oh praise Jesus, I was beginning to think I must have died in the garage and was just walking around as a ghost now. But now that I know I am alive and you can hear me; go get ready for bed” He stepped back to give him room to get out from around the coffee table. “Daddy, I’m almost 10, don’t you think I’m a little old to have to go to bed at 8pm?” Sean tried bargaining. “Nope.” Esteban shut that, whistling as he swung his hand, motioning for him to get up and go get ready. “Daddy,” he was starting to get annoyed, and Esteban had to take the time to appreciate the adorable look on his son's face. Here he was, his big boy, bargaining like a big boy, while still calling him Daddy. He wanted to just smother his pudgy little cheeks in kisses. “I’m almost an adult-“ the older man laughed, cutting him off. He covered his mouth to stop it, but it was too late. The once wailing Daniel had quieted, only to start his laughing the moment his father did. Of course, then Esteban was laughing at Daniel’s laughing, which made Daniel laugh harder, which caused a couple giggles from the adults across the room, making Daniel cackle and squeal. Sean...not so giggly. He sat on the couch, arms crossed, face puckered up like he ate a lemon. Tears hit his cheeks and Esteban had to force himself to stop laughing. He acted like he was 6 or 7, but what the boy had gone through… “Mijo-“ Sean was up, stomping his feet as he stormed off, leaving the father to watch after him, holding the laughing baby. He sighed as the door slammed, resting his cheek against his baby’s head, rubbing the giggly tots back. “Ok mijito, let’s get you to bed.” He turned, making his way into his own room which would someday soon become Daniel’s room, just across the hall from Sean’s. He wanted to be close to his baby boy incase something happened, both of them. Opening the door he gently placed his tiny boy in his crib, leaning down to place his elbows on either side of the little one. “Mi bebé, estaré aquí para siempre, mi bebé, a través del sol y el clima tormentoso. Aunque mamá se ha ido, te tengo en mis brazos hoy, y en mi corazón te quedarás, mi bebé.” He sang, his lips against the baby boys cheek, voice soft and deep, a lullaby. Daniel stopped fussing, holding completely still as he closed his eyes. A light coo leaving his lips as the father sang it again, and again, slowly bringing up the blanket to cover him. Tucking him in, he sang it one more time, this time in English. “My baby boy, I will be here forever and ever, my baby boy, through sunshine and stormy weather. Though mommy has gone away, I hold you in my arms today, and in my heart you will stay, my baby boy.” He rested there, no more fussing, no more noise, just the soft sound of breathing. He pulled back, quietly lifted the side of the crib into place and just took a long moment to look into his baby’s sleeping face. After a moment, he pulled back, turning to leave, leaving the door open just a crack in case the boy woke up. Now to deal with his other mijito. He knocked on the door as a quick warning to the pouting boy that he was there. There was silence, but the light shining under the door was a sign he was still awake. “Mijito.” He called, a light sound of rustling on the other side of the door as he waited. Suddenly the light turned off, making him chuckle silently. “Little shit.” He whispered. He waited a moment before turning the door knob, opening the door. There his boy was, sitting on his bed with a flashlight and a fistful of paper. He quickly scrambled under the covers, struggling to turn the flashlight off before settling in and snoring, “Mijito, I may have been born during the day, but it wasn’t today.” He flipped the lightswitch back on. Sean continued to lay there, dramatically snoring. Esteban couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips, watching this little turd try to insist that he was sleeping. “In the future,” he sat on the edge of the bed, looking through the drawings on the bed. “Turn off the flashlight when I knock the first time.” He snickered. “Ssh, I’m sleeping.” He muttered. Esteban chuckled lightly, his son so cute. “Oh, ok then.” Standing, he gathered the papers, straightening up the drawings. He put them on the desk beside the bed. “I guess I’ll just tell the room how much I love my little mijito.” He said, returning to Sean’s side. He tucked the blanket beneath him, taking the flashlight away and putting it on his endstand. “How he’s my sunshine. My baby boy, and how proud of him he is.” He leans down, kissing his cheek, Sean laughing a little. “It’s hard to see how big and strong you are, how much of an adult you’re becoming when you’re still my baby boy in my eyes.” He leaned over him, elbow rested against the mattress, almost laying across him. “I’m not a baby though.” Sean replied, opening his eyes as the man spoke, looking up at the man. “I know. You’re no longer my mijito, you’re now my mijo.” He brushed the boys hair out of his face, Sean closing his eyes. “Well...you can still call me mijito, but I don’t think it’s fair that I have to go to bed at 8.” He pouted a little. “You’re right.” Esteban nodded. “You can go to bed when I go to bed then, since you are an adult now.” The father gave him a warm smile. “9pm, sound good?” He lightly pinched his sons chin. Sean nodded, yawning as he did. “Sounds good, Papito.” He smiled. “But maybe I can start tomorrow, ok?” He nestled in under his blanket, eyes closing. Esteban watched him, curling up to rest his cheek against the boys arm. “Sounds good to me mijo.” He smiled, kissing his shoulder first before leaning over to give his son a kiss on the cheek. Sean hummed, turning to return the kiss with a little peck of his own and Esteban’s heart fluttered with how much he loved this boy. His sweet boy. “Goodnight baby.” “Goodnight, Daddy.” He muttered, and in a moment he was gone, truly asleep. Esteban laid like that for a few more minutes, watching him with the pride of a million dad’s. But he had guests. Standing, he tucked the boy in more and turned his light off on the way out, latching his door shut. He returned to his guests, noticing the three of them congregating by the door. Ah good, now he didn’t have to kick them out. “Leaving so soon?” He chuckled. “I don’t wanna wake the kids up, get them all riled and screaming.” Geoffrey replied, trying to pass it off as a joke but the tone made it obvious he wasn’t. Esteban tried his hardest not to get offended and to keep his mouth shut, but it was hard not to go along with it. “Nah, they’d probably just wake up and come out to talk with us.” He chuckled. His sons weren’t fussy when it came to things like that, but they hated being left out of things, like all kids did. “Yeah, not something I want to deal with.” He replied. Ooo, Esteban wanted to hit him. Turning the ignorant piece of ass gave him a hug, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek which Esteban returned. “Your loss, amigo.” The dad joked as he opened the door. Geoffrey left without saying anything else, Paul stepping up to give the man a hug and a kiss on the cheek which Esteban turned into to return, catching the corner of the man's lips. There was a light freeze, and a hover before he came around to catch him on the other cheek. There was a little bit of electricity in it as they caught the corners of their lips again. “Take care my friend.” Paul smiled, his drunken eyes lit up like christmas lights. That was something that made him both happy, and a little nervous. “You too, Paul.” Esteban smiled back, letting the man leave. Now was time for Alice, but as he turned to bid her goodbye, he noticed she was gone. Sitting on the sofa, drink in her hand. Of course, she wanted to spend some time alone with him, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions about anything nefarious. So he shut the door, making his way over to sit beside her. “I can’t believe she just got up and left.” Alice commented, reaching up to dim the lights in a gesture he wanted to assume was to keep from waking the kids up. “She wasn’t happy.” Esteban sighed, hands on his knees, looking off across the room. “I’d rather...I’d rather her be happy than be here pretending nothing is wrong.” He let his eyes drop to the fray of his jeans. He’d need new ones soon, but his boys came first. She put her glass down and shifted, sitting with her shoulder to his. “It doesn’t make you angry at all?” She asked, her eyes showing hurt enough for the both of them, but it was unnecessary. “Of course I’m angry. Of course I’m pissed, I hate it.” He growled a little, turning his head, looking at her face as his arms crossed around his waist. “I hate that she’s gone, I hate that she wanted nothing to do with this family, but what I hate more is that I completely understand and that she didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell me this when she first started feeling it.” He shook his head. “It means I failed something so fucking basic; being approachable.” “No, no, Esteban.” She slid forward to the front of the couch, turning to look at him. She cupped his face, making him look at her. “You have been a wonderful husband, a wonderful father and such a wonderful partner.” She laughed sadly, the words hurting him, lips pursed as he tried to fight them from trembling. “Oh Esteban,” she leaned in and kissed his cheeks over and over again, the smell of her perfume so sweet and soft. It was different from loreal kids shampoo and those waxy smelling soaps shaped like crayons he bought Sean, but so different from the smell of his own deodorant on Karen. It was sugary sweet, juicy like fruit, and she was warm and soft. He wasn’t sure if she’d said anything else before their lips met, quick pecks turned into deeper kisses. His hands moved up to rest on her sides, debating on whether or not he should push her away. Her hands dropped to his chest, gently pushing him back on the couch, feeling her petite frame crawl over him as her hands ran across his pecs. Oh, touch felt so foreign now; to go from sex regularly to nothing for a year was agonizing, and he felt his nerves jump to life as she sat on his hips. He brought his hand up, resting it on her waist, but her tiny fingers encourage it further, grabbing her breast through the black fabric, her hips rolling, grinding down on him. It was like an alien spaceship flying overhead, cutting off all signals and filling the home that was his head with static. Grabbing the back of her neck, he broke the kiss and dove for the throat, teeth, lips, sucking as he pulled the front of her dress down. He was careful not to hurt her -too much- as he kneaded her breast in his hand, pinching her nipples, feeling her shake a little as he ground right back up against her. She was beautiful, and her moans sounded beautiful, and she tasted, and smelled and felt beautiful. But she wasn’t what he wanted. He tried to ignore it; here was a woman who wanted to have sex, who cared for him. He pushed his hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt up, but it made his stomach twist. She didn’t care for him. Not enough to respect his marriage. Not enough to respect his kids. Not enough to not use his being left as a tool to get laid. His stomach twisted again, feeling hands tug at his pants. The static was clear now, no more fun, no more pleasure was felt. Instead he felt as if he were standing naked in a doctors office ready for an examination. “Stop.” He said, loud, stern. She giggled, his zipper being pulled open. “Stop? Look how hard you are.” She teased, her hand on him. It felt like a nerve was struck, sent through his belly and up his spine as his eyes dropped down to her fingers wrapped around him. She was right, he was hard, painfully so. Would it kill him to let her do her thing? He watched her free him; impressive size, 9 and a half inches long, two inches thick. It was like climbing Mount Everest, Karen would tell him. ‘Only at the top you slip on an ice patch and lose your ass to a mountain peak.’ He had no idea what that meant, but he laughed anyway. But there was no laughing here. Maybe this would be good for him; experience someone else, push Karen from his mind even for a little bit. He leaned in again, kissing her chest and neck, leaving faint hickies and teeth marks down her pale skin. Suddenly he was wrapped in warmth that made him feel like the couch was a little wooden boat on a stormy ocean, her hips rolling, blood pulsing in his ears as he kept his forehead to her chest. There was no pleasure, just a seasick feeling, caught up in his own head as a voice said no no no no no no no, over and over and over again. He grabbed her hips, the sound of her moaning beginning to register, and what’s more, very loudly. “Stop.” He told her again, but she either didn’t hear him, or she pretended she didn’t. He told her to stop again, more urgent. When she continued, he grabbed her hips, forcing them to stop. There were a lot of things he’d put up with; letting someone have sex with him if he decided against actually stopping them, and them waking his kids up by being unnecessarily loud and scarring them by having them see him not only having sex, but fucking someone that wasn’t their mother were two of the things he would not put up with. “What the hell is wrong?” She growled, looking down at him. He was a little shocked at first, but that quickly vanished. “No,” he pushed her off, her ass hitting the couch. “Ok, just, no.” He stood up, stuffing himself back into his underwear. “First off, I said stop twice.” He spat, his voice a little more rough than a dad voice. “You ignored it.” “You reciprocated!” She shouted. “Shut up.” He pointed at her, voice quiet. “You keep your voice down, my kids are in there sleeping.” “Fuck your kids.” She spat, standing to get into his face. His blood ran cold, staring into her eyes. There was no beauty left in this woman, it was all ugly now. “Get out of my house.” He demanded but she refused, crossing her arms as if she knew something he didn’t know. “Get out of my house.” He demanded again only a little louder. “Or what? You’ll call the cops?” She smirked. “A Mexican man, and a pretty little white woman. Who do you think they’ll believe?” She snickered. The reply was just so...astounding. She was threatening him of all people? “Nope, fuck out.” He stepped forward, grabbing her arm. She gasped, trying to pull away from him as he pulled her to the door. She screamed, a deliberate attention to wake his boys up and catch the neighbors attention. Yanking the door open, he pushed her out, tossing her cardigan and shoes behind her. He wanted nothing to do with her now, any trust he had in the woman spoiled with her words. He locked the door as her hand pounded against it, a quick rapping before she stormed off angrily. He sighed, eyes closed. He needed to make sure his boys hadn’t heard, but as he turned he saw his oldests eyes peering from behind the fridge. His heart broke; 9 years old, and he had to see that. “Come on, mijo,” he walked over, bending down to pick the boy up. “Let’s go to bed.” He shut the lights off, heading for his room, shutting the door behind him where he was with the only two people who deserved his ultimate love: his baby boys.

#tw: dubcon #dubious consent #Esteban Diaz #Sean Diaz #Daniel Diaz #life is Strange 2 #lis2

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ciestessde · 5 years

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Phantasma Magica Ch. 7

STORY SUMMARY

Clockwork and the Observants send Danny to Hogwarts on a special mission. But, cryptic as ever, that Old Stopwatch never actually told him what would happen on it!!! “All you need to do right now, Daniel, is stay focused on your mission. And remember, the-” “‘The Lions with the time-turner, lightning-bolt scar, and hair like fire are friends; watch out for the rat; and the black dog is not a threat.’ Yeah, you’ve only repeated that a few dozen times today.”

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‘... I…’ ‘-I need to find him.’

Tracking a normal living soul was hard enough -- let alone one hidden within the form of an animal. But thankfully, Sirius hadn’t gone far. Danny found him, still in dog form, a little ways inside the Forbidden Forest. It looked like he’d been living there… He made sure Black saw him -- hands up and feet firmly on the ground, trying to be as non-threatening as he could -- before he spoke. Black growled at him.

“I- … I’m sorry. -Look, I’m not going to hurt you…” Sirius’ ears perked up. He transformed back, but stayed ready to run in an instant. His sunken eyes stared into Danny’s glowing ones. “... What are you?” His voice was hoarse, showing how little he had talked during his years in prison. “-Uh…” Danny stuttered nervously, ‘He’s gonna run again…’ “I’m a, uh… I’m a phantasm.” Black’s eyes narrowed, “What’s a ‘phantasm’?” “It’s a … type of ghost.” “Oh yeah? Never seen a ghost control fire.” “...”

“Why are you following me?” Danny swallowed. ‘Moment of truth…’ “I’m friends with Harry Potter.” Sirius’ eyes widened. “You know Hh-arry?” His voice cracked. Hope had returned to it. “How is he? Is he doing alright?” “Uh, yeah. He’s… He’s doing okay.” Sirius relaxed slightly, his eyes drifting out of focus. Danny could see, now, just how tired he was. His prison uniform was worn and dirty, and it hung off him like he was a walking skeleton. His face was more wrinkled than it should’ve been. “Can I…?” Danny asked, and Sirius looked back at him. “... Why did you come here?”

He hesitated. “You said you’re a friend of Harry Potter.” He didn’t continue. “... Yeah?” “Why aren’t you turning me in? You must know who I am. I wouldn’t have even blamed you if you had tried to kill me back there. So why aren’t you attacking me now?” “Ah! Well, um… That’s a bit- complicated. Uh…” Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “See I, um, was sent here by… my boss! To collect these…” He could feel his face burning. He sighed. This was going to take too long. “I’ll explain, just…” Danny looked around, “Not so close to the dementors.”

Black flinched, quickly agreeing. “Yes, we can talk back inside the shack.” He began to transform. Before he could, though, Danny grabbed him and phased them both back through the ground and into the bedroom he’d found him in. Black was, understandably… not comfortable with this. He tore out of Danny’s grip as soon as they were tangible again. “MERLIN’S BEARD!!!” He looked down at his body, the floor they’d just come out of, and at Danny. ‘Really? For all the weird things wizards are used to, I didn’t think THAT would freak him out!’ “... Ok. How about you start by explaining -- in more detail -- what the bloody hell a ‘phantasm’ is?!”

Danny gave him as much information about his phantasmal nature as he had given to the Trio by that point (which was less than he’d given to Lupin), then began asking his own questions. Starting with why Black had come there. Sirius looked pained. “How much do you know about why I got arrested?” Danny hesitated only a second, “You betrayed Harry’s parents by revealing their location to Voldemort-” Black looked impressed. ‘What is it about this guy’s name? How bad was this guy for people to be afraid of his name?!’ “- and you blew up your other friend, Peter Pettigrew.” Rage flashed across Sirius’ face at the second name. “Well first of all, I wasn’t the traitor! Pettigrew was.” He pulled a newspaper clipping out of his clothes. It was a photograph of Ron’s family; they had won some trip to Egypt or something that summer. Sirius pointed to the rat Scabbers on Ron’s shoulder. “This is why I’m here. I’d recognize him anywhere. Peter Pettigrew. Wormtail. Our so-called ‘friend.’”

And he explained: how he, Harry’s father “James,” Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin were close friends while at Hogwarts; how Remus was secretly a werewolf; how they had secretly (illegally) learned to transform into animals so they could keep Remus company when he turned each full moon. … And how he, Sirius, had convinced Harry’s parents to switch to using Peter Pettigrew as their Secret Keeper at the last moment, believing the secret would be safer with Peter, who was the less-obvious choice. “Did you hear… about the part where the largest thing they could find of Pettigrew was his finger?” Danny nodded. Black sneered, “The rat cut it off before transforming and hiding in the sewers! And look here.” He held out the photo. “See its paw?” Scabbers was missing a toe.

He muttered under his breath, “‘Watch out for the rat…’” “Hm?” “Nothing- So what are you planning to do? How are you going to clear your name?” “If I can get that traitor to turn human in front of witnesses, it should be enough.” His face twisted into a snarl, “But even if not -- I can be satisfied just killing him.” “How, though? How are you going to get him to change?” “It’s a simple spell, I just need a wand. If I can get Remus to listen to me…” Sirius leaned back against the wall, “That’s why I came here- to the Shack. I’ve been staying in the forest for the most part, as a dog. But a full moon is coming in a day of two. If he doesn’t come down here like he used to, I’ll sneak into Hogwarts--” “No need.” Danny stood up. “I’ll help you. Harry’s my friend, and I can’t just let an innocent person -- Harry’s godfather… I’ll convince Lupin.” “You’d really do that?” Sirius looked surprised, but then smiled and shook his head. “No. Look, I don’t know what your relationship is with Remus, but-” his eyes hardened, “I need to be there.” “But what if he-” “He won’t turn me in.” He grinned, and some light returned to his eyes. “We’ve gotten in too much trouble together over the years. He’ll at least hear what I have to say first.” “... Fine. But I can back you up, at least. For whatever that’s worth.” “It’s enough just knowing there’s one person who believes I’m innocent.”

So it was set: Sirius would talk to Lupin just before or after he turned, and if that didn’t work, Danny would step in. Until then, Danny would keep Scabber’s/Pettigrew’s identity -- and Black’s innocence -- a secret. They couldn’t afford to spook him and risk losing their only solid piece of evidence. Danny also decided to start sneaking Sirius food from the Hogwarts kitchens. There was no reason for him to keep living off of wild animals and trash when there was more than enough to eat inside!

But with nothing else left to do, no leads left to follow, Danny decided to enjoy the holiday. Harry wasn’t in danger after all, so there was no more reason to stress out. Well… For him to stress out. When he found out about Harry’s broom being destroyed, Sirius decided that he was going to make up for missing all of Harry’s Birthdays and Christmases by buying the boy the absolute best flying broom available. Which was a fantastic Christmas present… If Hermione hadn’t convinced the teachers to be suspicious of the anonymous, overly-expensive gift, and if the teachers hadn’t then decided to strip it down and tear it apart in search of any hexes, curses, etc. that might have been put on it. Harry was upset, sure, but Ron… It wasn’t even his broom, but he acted like Hermione had become the worst person in the world when he found out. If there was anything their interactions had convinced Danny of, it was one thing: ‘They really need to start dating already.’

Drama aside, Danny was in awe of the decorations in the castle. ENORMOUS, REAL trees were lugged inside by Hagrid, and covered in everything from some sort of golden bubbles, to frost (inside the warm castle). And the Great Hall! It was where announcements were made and food was served (which Danny could guarantee was delicious, even if he wasn’t interested in most of it), but it now had thick streamers of holly and mistletoe criss-crossing the ceiling -- and even warm, dry snow falling inside of it! And during lunch on Christmas day (which was very small. Only some of the teachers, the Trio, and three other students were there) Danny was introduced to “crackers” -- these noisemakers you pulled apart, revealing a prize inside. Hermione assured him the magical-variety were much more exciting than their non-magical counterparts. The best part was when Dumbledore decided to wear this stuffed-vulture-hat he got from one! He definitely did NOT seem so scary wearing that and grinning like a goofball!

A couple days after Christmas, before classes started again and the students who had left returned, Sirius informed Danny that Lupin was still unconvinced -- that he needed more proof before he’d help them. So Danny asked Lupin if he’d be interested in another “interview.” He said yes, they’d have one right after Harry’s promised anti-dementor lesson.

Danny arrived right as they were finishing up. Harry stood trembling from exertion in front of… what appeared to be a dementor, but felt far too weak to actually be one. More interesting was the wispy, silvery shape coming out of Harry’s wand. It smelled… pretty good. Danny drooled a little. Before too long, Lupin jumped in front of Harry and yelled, “Riddikulus!” and the ‘dementor’ disappeared with a loud crack, the silvery shadow fading soon after. Lupin forced what looked like… a tiny moon?… into a case, then came back to where Harry had collapsed into a chair.

“Excellent! Excellent, Harry! That was definitely a start!” “Can we have another go? Just one more go?” “Not now,” said Lupin firmly. “You’ve had enough for one night. Here-” He handed the boy a large bar of chocolate. “Eat the lot, or Madam Pomfrey will be after my blood. Same time next week?” “Okay.” Lupin started extinguishing the lamps around the room. Something seemed to occur to Harry. “Professor Lupin? If you knew my dad, you must’ve known Sirius Black as well.” Lupin turned quickly to look at him, asking sharply, “What gives you that idea?” “Nothing -- I mean, I just knew they were friends at Hogwarts too…” Lupin relaxed. “Yes, I knew him. Or I thought I did. You’d better be off, Harry, it’s getting late.”

Once Harry had left, Lupin addressed Danny, “Was there something in particular you wanted to talk about? You seemed very interested in having this conversation in private…” “Yeah. What kind of evidence would you need to believe Sirius is innocent?” Lupin dropped his briefcase and turned to stare at the phantasm floating and illuminating the otherwise dark room. “How do you… You’re in league with Black?” All of the color seemed to have drained from Lupin’s face. “I should’ve -- you’re how he got out of Azkab- no.” He took a moment to breath, the color returning to his face, “No, no you couldn’t have. The dementors would’ve… But then…” He looked up at Danny, his eyes hard. “... How did you get into the Hogwarts’ Grounds? How do you know Black?” And so, finally knowing he could trust the teacher, Danny let a fifth person into his circle of trust.

With one difference: “But before sending me here, Clockwork made me memorize these three phrases: ‘The Lions with the time-turner, lightning-bolt scar, and hair like fire are friends; watch out for the rat; and the black dog is not a threat.’ At first I thought it meant to protect Scabbers -- Hermione’s cat seemed to have it in for the poor thing, but now...” Lupin lowered himself into a nearby chair. “I’m sorry. I’m still a bit… uncertain about all of this.” “I’d be surprised if you weren’t. I mean, ‘The Keeper of Time sent me here on a quest’ isn’t exactly-” “Actually, that part I completely believe. Oh, don’t look so surprised -- you’re a terrible liar. There’s no way you could’ve come up with all that. And really, I’d have a harder time believing any wizard could’ve set all of this up. Not only is it far beyond most people’s capabilities to begin with, but even if someone could have done it, nothing adds up to a believable goal.” “Ok… So, uh, what proof do you need?” “I suppose…” Lupin looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded, his jaw set. “If you can capture the rat, I’m willing to perform the spell that will change him back to human form -- if he is, in fact, a human.”

And that’s exactly what Danny tried to do that very night. After all, why wait? Invisible, Danny snatched Scabbers and phased them both right out of the building and into the freezing air -- hundreds of meters above the ground. Lupin was waiting with Black inside his office, but Danny didn’t dare risk the rat’s squeaks waking any of the students. He phased back inside almost immediately. But Scabbers was flailing and squeaking madly in his hand. He’d just about made it three fourths of the way to the office when- The rat seemed to grow and shrink suddenly, loosening Danny’s grip just long enough to escape.

And in the maze that was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry -- a maze Peter Pettigrew knew far better than just about anyone… Danny cursed. He’d lost him.

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cannedapricot · 6 years

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Decorating the Christmas Tree with! Ong Seongwoo

christmas collab with @alliwannado-w1 and @jihoonslattee!!!

y’all have heard of haunted house part timer! ong seongwoo

now get ready for

shopping mall part timer! ong seongwoo!11!1!

ong never has a proper job in my aus sobdvosb

he originally applied for the job of being the mall gaurd

because in his opinion, the uniform was made for him

also he gets to kick whoever he wanted to out of the mall

cough the annoying couples cough

but he unfortunately got the job of cleaner :’’)

well,, at least he was a good looking cleaner

girls come up to him 27394 times a day asking for his number

to which he gives out fake numbers

the girls can’t even be mad when they find out it was fake

his blinding smile makes them swoon and they forget everything lol

what kind of witchcraft

is in charge of cleaning the shop windows and wiping the floor on the second storey

lowkey hates it

but it’s better than cleaning the food court :)

it doesn’t stop him from complaining to mcdonalds part timer! daniel after hours though

daniel just grimaces because,

he??? worKS??? AT MCDONALDS????? LMAO HE WOULD MUCH RATHER CLEAN THE WINDOWS

on multiple occasions niel has asked ong,

“since you hate it so much, you wanna switch? :)”

“hahHAHAHA NO THANKS”

ong gets coupons from some stores he’s in charge of and it’s basically the only reason why he hasn’t quit the job and gone broke

christmas used to be ong’s favorite holiday

but ever since he started working, christmas season is basically a nightmare

everyone’s suddenly off work and/or school

and the mall doubles in people

so more people ask for his number and more mess is made on the floor

i mean,,,, ong tries to get out of working,,,,, but he’s pretended to be sick too many times

and unless he actually faints nobody’s gonna believe him rip

also the mistletoe the mall uses makes him sneeze

“lol someone’s talking shit about you again”

“no someone’s obviously missing me”

tbfh if i found a mall that has seongwoo cleaning, daniel working at mcdonalds, jisung, jaehwan and sungwoon working at the toy shop i wouLD LIVE IN THAT MALL DONT STOP ME

for once!! you actually work with seongwoo!!!11!1 arE YOU EXCITED

but uh,,, you weren’t exactly on good terms with him

yeah sure he’s good looking whatever

but every time you see him, he’s always slacking off one way or another

AND HE’S NOT EVEN ASSIGNED TO THE FOOD COURT

and he would be flirting with the female staff and just????

you don’t understand how someone could be so shameless

ong knows that you have something against him

your glares give it away lmao

jisung from the toy store claims that’s ong’s not that bad of a guy

“y/n you’re just too focused on seeing his bad side,,,, give the guy a chance”

cue ong sliding by on the cleaning trolley

“yeeeeeaaaaah ok”

“,,,,,,,,,,,,, i sweAR HE’S BETTER THAN THIS”

sungwoon just tells you about all the shit ong’s done which makes you dislike him more????

jisung tries to stop him,,,, it doesn’t work

“ong once lead a girl on in highschool”

“suNGWOON,,,,,, THAT’S A HOAX”

ong has, on multiple occasions, tried to get closer to you

but you shut him down before he could say anything

“hey-”

“sorry i have important matters to attend to”

“oh ok :c”

seongwoo has complained to daniel 472974 times about you

and daniel’s loWKEY SICK OF HEARING ABOUT HOW YOUR GLARE CAN KILL PEOPLE

“are you sure you don’t have a crush on them”

“????crush??????psh no????”

yeah ok ong doesn’t have a crush on you yet

but he’s curious as to why you dislike him so much???

he can’t remember offending you in any way

and you seem to always have a way to escape from him whenever he slides up to you

THAT IS UNTILLLLLL

y’all get assigned to put up the humongous christmas tree

YOU GUYS THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE A CUTE DOMESTIC FIC??? HA SIKE

and you immediately come up with an excuse

but your boss isn’t having it

because,

“teamwork is important y/n!!! you can’t keep avoiding working with ong!”

BOVUBOSVBOSB

YOU JUST HOPE THAT JISUNGS RIGHT ABOUT HIM NOT BEING THAT MUCH OF AN ASS

“oh hi y/n!!!”

after hours, ong was standing in the center clearing of the mall as the tree was getting put up

it was

h u g e

“it’s gonna take us all night huh?”

he smiles

yOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HE CAN BE OPTIMISTIC ABOUT THIS

“i just hope we’re getting payed extra”

you mumble, gritting your teeth

as ong deals with the guys putting up the tree, you head to the storage

it takes a while to find the box labelled “christmas” but you eventually do

and you make the stupid decision to carry three at once

you trip because you couldn’t see anything in front of you

bUT!!!

ONG APPEARS????

lol no you trip and fall

ong appears a second later to witness your pain

anD HE LAUGHS

YOU START FUMING OUT OF ANGER AND EMBARRASSMENT

ong then picks up the boxes after his laughing fit and says,

“i’ll take care of the rest of the decorations, you go check if you’re hurt”

????why is he suddenly so nice

he’s always been nice y/n you jUST DON’T KN O W

and you suddenly feel like hm he’s not bad

bUT THEN SUNGWOON’S STORY OF ONG LEADING THAT GIRL ON FLASHES BACK INTO YOUR MIND

shuffling out of the room, your eyes meet with his

and you send him a glare

onG’S JUST

auiKUVDISVB????WHAT DID I DO THIS TIME

yOU SLAM YOUR FIST ON ONE OF THE BOXES

AND ONG FLINCHES

“let’s get to decorating the tree. the faster we do this, the sooner we’re done”

“YES SIR”

and without saying anything else, you turn and start hanging up baubles

most of the time,,,, you two were working in silence,,,,

ong would be sending you glances and trying to start convos but you’d just straight up ignore him

it gets to the point where seongwoo thinks he’s gonna burst

THE TENSION IN THE AIR WAS INSUFFERABLE

so when the parts you two could reach from the ground was covered and the ladder was set,

ong decides to find out exactly why you dislike him so much

how????? by pinning you to the ladder of course

an intellectual am i right

“??????ONG SEONGWOO WHAT ARE YOU DOING--”

“why do you hate me”

“I- WHAT- UM-”

he looks you square in the eye and you find yourself spilling

“SUNGWOON SAID YOU LEAD A GIRL ON AND THAT KINDA MADE ME THINK THAT YOURE A SHIT ASSHOLE”

“??????????THAT SNITCH I KNEW I SHOULDN’T HAVE TOLD HIM”

“SO YOU ACTUALLY DID LEAD A GIRL ON”

“NO!!!!! THE GIRL LATCHED ONTO ME I DIDN’T DO SHIT I REJECTED HER THEN SHE TOLD THE SCHOOL ABOUT ME LEADING HER ON”

wow how petty of the girl

but thinking of it

you reasons for disliking him were quite petty too

and you just now realize how godlike his visuals were up close???

buT YOUR ASS AIN’T ABOUT TO ADMIT YOUR HEART WAS BEATING 24923 MILES A MINUTE

SO YOU DO THE MOST LOGIC THING

PUSH HIM AWAY

ong: pretends to be hurt

you: pretends to be busy

“you don’t hate me anymore right”

“wow lets not get too ahead of ourselves”

seongwoo cracks a smile

becausE WOW YOU WERE BLUSHING AND YOU LOOKED ADORABLE WHILE SO

back to the tree coughs

ong decides to climb the ladder because,

“i need to show you how manly i am”

but he’s also,

“doN’T LET GO OF THE LADDER MY LIFE IS IN YOUR HANDS”

lets go

onG SCREAMS

while hanging up the sparkly tinsel, ong finds two santa hats

he chucks one down at you while he puts one on himself

“wtf?”

“wE CAN MATCH!!!”

“...how the fuck are you in your twenties”

ong sneezes every few minutes because of the stupid tinsel

you both get heart attacks when he does

whAT IF HE FALLS DOWN

BRO YOU DONT WANNA GET CHARGED WITH MURDER OR SOME SHIT

it’s way past midnight when you’re nearly close to finished

all that was left was the star

ong pulls up your facebook profile picture and goes

“i should put you up there because you are my star”

you shake the ladder in disagreement

SEONGWOO SCREAMS AND DROPS HIS PHONE

but thankfullly it lands in a pile of soft toys at the bottom of the tree :’)

he still makes a big deal out of it though :’)

screams at you to put your number in

and keeps screaming until you do so and text yourself

just so he knows it’s your real number

after putting the actual star on top of the tree, climbs down so you guys can admire your work

“im gonna jump down”

“sure but i’m not catching you”

“how heartless :(”

so you turn off the mall’s lights and seongwoo turns on the tree’s lights

it was breathtaking

who cared if it was 5 in the morning

ong turned to look at you

he had wanted to see your reaction but your beauty catches him off gaurd

and he ends up staring at you until your head suddenly drops on his shoulder

smiling even wider, ong whispers,

“good night”

bonus: y’all wake up the next morning to your boss looking at you two like, “ah young love”

daniel, jisung, sungwoon and jaehwan come in to see you jumping away from seongwoo

and they’re like,

“what did they fuck or something”

bonus x2: ong officially asks you on a date on christmas after weeks of flirting with you

he gives you a box, claims it’s your present while inside is a selfie of him with the words, “ong seongwoo, the most attractive man on this planet is asking you on a date. feel honored.”

you still hate him

perhaps, just a little less now

i wILL NOT STOP PROMOTING MY TOY STORE WORKER! JISUNG OK LOVE MY SUNSHINE MAN

also this was written at 1am pls forgive me for shitty plot + shitty writing :’)

#wanna one #ong seongwoo #produce 101 #decorating the christmas tree with! ong seongwoo #christmas au #broduce 101 #wanna one scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #ong seongwoo scenarios #ong seongwoo imagines #ong seongwoo aus #wanna one imagines #wanna one aus

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starrywinters · 6 years

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missing — an ong seongwoo fic

requested by @sweetpoisonousmilkshake

genre: slight horror??? idk, mystery? thrill? yo holY this is just a mess & a flop

based off of this post by @tokyo-coffee

a/n: happy 300 to me :0 honestly, thanks guys!😫🎉💕 i don’t think i deserve these 300 followers but ((((’: and MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS!🎄

also, legit hope you guys enjoy???? because i don’t like this,,,, no matter how many times i’ve edited this to make it sound better, it just doesnt????

“where are you guys?”

“i’m so lost

what is happening”

saturday - december 23rd

“breaking news, following after the missing cases of 9 other boys, 22 year old kang daniel has been reported missing after a 24 hour waiting period of no response.”

-zip- closing the tv, seongwoo cannot believe it.

what is happening, the missing 10 people are all his friends

who is behind this and what is their purpose.

for the past two weeks, one of his friends would be reported missing every day of the week, weekends aren’t touched,

guess every criminal needs their breaks too.

day 1 - ha sungwoon

december 11th

a group of 11 boys met up at the center of a mall. the best of friends, enjoying themselves around the mall, until…

“hey, guys, i’m going to the restroom, i’ll meet up with you guys in a bit”

“meet up at the food court when you’re done, sungwoon hyung”

“don’t clog the toilet in there HAHAH”

the day goes by and the clock hits 6pm, sungwoon still a no-show

he doesn’t pick up his phone, the boys split up to look in every restroom in the mall

still no sign of sungwoon,

-ding- seongwoo looks at his phone, it’s a message from sungwoon

“1 down, 10 more to go.”

frantically, he dials sungwoon’s number, the person on the other end picks up

“HEY WHERE’S SUNGWOON HYUNG, WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT”

and the person hangs up.

day 2 - bae jinyoung

december 12th

“okay everyone, you guys need to stay safe. be on the lookout for anything suspicious,” mother yoon jisung orders

“especially you maknaes, don’t go anywhere without an adult. or walk in crowded places.”

bae jinyoung, a child of mischief, does not listen. he feels like he can protect himself as he’s taking boxing lessons from jihoon,

he leaves his house at the usual time of 4AM, an early head start to school, his only source of light are the street lamps

a white van driving at, probably, 5mph was following him closely from behind,

creeped out he starts walking faster, the van starts driving faster, at this point he’s sprinting to school,

the van zooms by and stops a yard in front of jinyoung. the door slides open and three people steps out, taking bae jinyoung with them.

-ding- “9 more”

day 3 - hwang minhyun

december 13th

“ultra fast delivery? hm” the thing that has caught hwang minhyun’s eyes is an iRobot Roomba 880. issa a vacuum cleaner

the option of it being delivered right away caught his attention as well, placing his order, he expects the vacuum to arrive in 30 mins max, but

a minute later his doorbell rings, “wow i didn’t expect ultra fast delivery to be this quick,”

opening the door, he comes face to face with a masked man, his eyes look somewhat familiar, or am i picturing things

minhyun didn’t even get a word out before the guy places a cloth over his mouth, gasping which is not a good idea minhyun pls, chloroform.

“8”

day 4 - yoon jisung

december 14th

walking home from work, enjoying the fresh air of the night, he doesn’t notice someone suspicious following him.

even though he was the one who told his friends to stay cautious

going on his phone to check up on the news of his missing friends, no luck

no one can find them, the criminals didn’t leave any clues, what smart people.

“i just want my friends back, i want life to be normal again.”

the suspicious person took this opportunity to strike and attacks jisung,

hitting him at the back of his neck i’m sorry jisung ;-; he drops to the ground, unconscious.

dragging jisung away, all that’s left is his phone with a message sent to seongwoo

“7 more”

day 5 - lai guanlin

december 15th

the stress of not being able to communicate well with others as he’s a foreigner has finally hit him.

he feels left out and wants to collect his cool before he bursts out at his friends, thinking going to the beach will satisfy him, he did just that

spending an hour max at the beach swimming and screaming to his heart’s content, has allowed him to calm down

he feels more motivated to learn korean better, to be able to have fun with his friends too.

swimming back to shore, he didn’t notice how far he swam out, stranded in the middle of the ocean he didn’t know where to go

an incoming big wave crashes into him and he drowns, but a boat passes by and saves him

however,

he never makes it home.

“6”

day 6 - park woojin

december 18th

he went to the park where he heard there was a hurdle tournament going on,

saw some online ad and wanted to participate.

he didn’t bother considering it to be a scam since all that was in his head was winning the grand prize of $1000

the event takes place at the time of 6PM and ends at 8

woojin ends up going and upon his arrival, doesn’t see anything set up for a hurdle race

“scam? i was really looking forward to this too,” kicking some nearby rocks, he pouted.

he saw an ice cream truck parked by the park and thinks why not treat himself and make his day better with ice cream?

after getting his ice cream, he turns around, takes a few steps and bumps into someone, “ah sorry”

his ice cream fell in the process, “hey it’s ok why don’t i get you another ice cream?” dragging him to some place unknown, woojin is confused as he’s walking in the opposite direction of the ice cream truck

“i know a really good ice cream place, let’s go”

woojin never gets back home and worries his dorm mates

“5, halfway there.”

day 7 - kim jaehwan

december 19th

jaehwan started out busking as his hobby which soon became his way of living.

the many years of his field of work has never had anything serious happen, sure some delinquents would try to steal his money but he’d find a way to get it back

never in his life has he ever dealt with what’s about to happen to him

a person who self-claims as a manager from a big music entertainment walks up to jaehwan, hands him a card and tells him to go audition,

looking at the information presented on the card, “YMC huh, this sounds a bit sketchy sir,” when he looks up the man had already left

“guess i’ll give it a shot” and shrugs.

after busking, he makes it a mission to go home and rest early to go audition tomorrow, but as he walks home, some guy walks up to him and knocks him out

his guitar falls to the ground and he is taken away to someplace where his other friends are presumably taken to as well.

“4”

day 8 - lee daehwi

december 20th

worried about woojin’s disappearance he went to look for him at the same park that woojin went to,

he unknowingly meets the same guy who took woojin and asks if he’s seen a boy about “yay tall and sounds like a dolphin when he screams”

the guy doesn’t respond and keeps staring at him, wth this guy is so creepy????

“ah i’m guessing you haven’t i’ll take my leave now, thank you for your time.” turning around to leave, he feels a hand take hold of his wrist

“i know where he is,”

“AH REALLY? CAN YOU TAKE ME TO HIM, PLEASE MISTER”

the guy smiles mysteriously, leads daehwi to where woojin is supposedly at and daehwi never ever came back either

“3”

day 9 - park jihoon

december 21st

tired after his boxing competition in london, he packs his bags and waits for his manager to finish whatever he’s doing.

knowing how long this manager usually takes, he finds a place to sit in the lobby of the hotel he resided in, and closes his eyes for a small little nap

a black figure slowly creeps up to him and is about two seats away, reaching out

“hey jihoon-ssi, hey, wake up.” waking up to someone tapping his shoulders, he sees his manager in front of him, “let’s go we’re almost late for our flight”

the black figure has hid behind a newspaper so he wouldn’t get caught,

heading out and arriving at the airport, the manager leaves to go check in for them first, letting jihoon take his time walking

lost in the crowd of people, the same black figure was following jihoon, feeling something was suspicious he walks faster and looks for a restroom to wash his face and clear his mind, thinking he was imagining the feeling

walking into the restroom he unexpectedly gets jumped and gets knocked out by a chloroform cloth, the same black figure getting up and cleaning the ‘dust’ off his hands and pants,

“2”

day 10 - kang daniel

december 24th

coming back from his b-boy practices, he feels a little hungry, going to the convenience store down the street from his house, he buys a few snacks and drinks

walking out of the store with his phone in hand dialing seongwoo’s number, to check in on him and to just chat, he almost crashes into a guy

taking the faster way home, he walks by an alleyway right as seongwoo picks up, and gets dragged inside,

struggling to be set free, he turns and sees the face of his kidnapper,

and finds out who it is as his eyes widens, dropping his phone and his bag of snacks,

“You- mmph”

“hello? daniel? are you there?”

and he hears a muffled voice speak into the phone,

“1”

seongwoo feels frantic, all his friends have gone missing

what will he do now, what if something happens to them, is this all a dream?

is this a christmas prank? this is a cruel prank then

seongwoo, not knowing what to do, wants to cry. not being able to sleep two nights in a row in worry of his friends’ safety.

day 11 - ong seongwoo

december 25th, christmas day

getting up out of his bed, he heads to his living room,

his house looking like a caveman ransacked his place in search for food, he grieves over his friends’ disappearance,

he receives a letter from an unknown person; inside it, in cutout letters from magazines, was spelled out

“0, you are next.”

thanks for reading!♡ omg plus, winter break is almost here, bless. im ready to watch the downfall of my grades throughout this week, ugh finals week im ready to fail every test given to me ((’:

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shinobicyrus · 7 years

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“Tooth and Claw”

Haven’t written much Phandom stuff lately, so I thought I’d try something for this year’s Ectober. This one’s for October 26th: TEETH

It was probably a bad sign how long it took for Tucker to figure out which of the tech in his bag was beeping. Had to crouch over it on the sidewalk sifting through a tablet, an old phone, his backup battery charger, two different generations of game boys, his backup-backup charger; Sam always warned him he was slowly sliding down a slippery silicon slope into pseudo-hoarding.

He found the culprit near the bottom of the bag: a Fenton ecto-scope tangled up in some old cables for a model of PDA he…didn’t actually own anymore. Sam must never know.

It was a cobbled-together monster made from grave-robbing radio-shacks and amateur soldering kits. Taking it out of the bag only made it vibrate and beep more urgently. The scope took some finagling with a few stuck knobs and dials before the static on screen resolved into something informative: the pixelated silhouettes of trees and a cold-spot slithering past them in toxic, neon green.

Tucker lowered the scope and squinted down the block. The park was that way. Damn. Rustling through his pockets, he pulled out his main phone and pinged Danny on the secure messenger app they’d set up for Phantom stuff- because it wasn’t paranoia when the government really was hunting you down.

GROUPCHAT: WHO YA GONNA CALL? (THE D)

You: Code Green in the park You: class idk whatever the hell AW SHIT THAT’S BIG is Danny: ok I can be there in 8 Danny: keep your head down till I get there

Tucker typed back ‘You know me,’ and added a scardey-faced emoticon.

Danny: :/ You: I choose to interpret that as loving concern for my safety You: don’t text and fly have you learned nothing from the billboard incident You: such a bad role model You: Thing of the kids You: *think You: Plz hurry

Tucker pocketed his phone before Danny remembered the talk-to-text feature. Or if Sam logged on. Like he needed their reminders not to try stuff solo. He was fully capable on standing on a streetcorner like a good sidekick and wait for the big kids to come and-

A scream cut through the night, echoes elongating on concrete and broken asphalt.

From the park.

Where the monster-ghost was.

Tucker groaned. “Aw hell,” and ran down the street towards it.

Being a technophillic pseudo-shut-in whose primary mode of exercise was patrolling haunted warehouses and fleeing for his life, Tucker was pretty unfamiliar with the park. The light from the scattering of streetlamps following the paths was too few and far between, and the shadows from the trees offered too many places for an attack to come from. Honestly, even without the ghost this place was a deathtrap.

But whatever, he was committed. He had a Fenton wrist blaster raised and trained on anything that sounded bigger than a grasshopper while he followed the chiming ectoscope.

It all resembled a scene from one of Sam’s Femalien movies a little too close for comfort: the squad of buff, hypermasculine space marines of the spacepatriachy, gung-ho and completely unaware how quickly their collective space-asses were about to get wrecked.

He kept walking. The ectoscope pinged faster. Danny said eight minutes, right? And that was…not eight minutes ago, but sooner than it was earlier. All he had to do was rescue the nice human people from being chewtoys and preferably not get full-ghosted himself.

A twig snapped. Tucker almost shot a startled rabbit, eyes shining on the edge of a streetlight. It hopped away until it melted into the long shadows of the mini-woods.

“This is a good plan,” Tucker decided. Out loud. On the record.

Further down the path, where the path looped around a copse of trees and the scarce light flickered weakly, Tucker heard another scream.

He ran towards it. Look out, creatures of the netherworld, it’s a coward with a guuuun!

Around the bend, the lights were completely out, smothered and snuffed by a low buzzing hum that smelled like ozone and made the ectoscope sputter into a snowstorm of static. There was still plenty of light to see by. Sick, witch-cauldron green radiating from the ghost swimming ethereally in the air like a giant watersnake, only segmented, SUV-sized, and a head that was more a gaping chasm of sawteeth than actual head.

That sarlacc mouth was perfectly sized to swallow up a lady in jogger clothes, who was pretty much paralyzed with fear…or maybe it was some kind of hypnotic gaze? Maybe that was what the noise was: lulling the prey just long enough to send them to the Boba-Fett Place.

Tucker threw the ectoscope aside, braced the arm with the wrist-blaster, and shot right down the thing’s ugly mouth.

The low buzzing in the air cut off into a gurgling screech. It reared up, spitting up ecto-bile and vaporized gullet. Tucker’s next two shots hit along its body, making it spasm mid-air like a breathless fish to crash writhing into the grass.

“Wha-?” The lady said, either broken by the spell or just plain baffled by daring rescue. Tuck ran up to stand between her and the ghost, blaster at the ready.

“Just go, I’ll hold it off!” Tucker yelled over his shoulder. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be-”

Annnddd she was already gone. Oh wow she could really book it. Guess that explained the jogging shorts. Still.

“What, not even half a second of hesitation?!” Tucker yelled at the receding sound of her shoes. “I know I told you to run, but jeez, a little concern for- oh hi you’re up.”

The baby shai-hulud had risen back up, not floating but still long enough to cast a shadow over him. From that close, its outraged roar smelled a little like sun-rotted roadkill.

“Okay, you’re a little mad, I hear you,” Tucker leveled the blaster at it. “But here’s my rebuttal.”

Then the blaster didn’t fire.

Tucker rapidly thumbed the firing switch again. A third time. The blaster shuddered a bit on his wrist, made an sad, tired electric whine. It sounded too much like a whomp whomp on helium.

“Uh…I don’t suppose you’d let me find someplace to plug this in?” He yelped and dove to the side when the ghost lunged at him. “AH! Guess that’s a ‘no’!”

Oh God how had he thought this was a good plan.

Tucker ran, pulled out every stop he knew from years of tactically fleeing horrifying undead monsters. Thankfully however he’d hurt it before kept it from flying after him, and it didn’t seem smart enough to phase through the trash cans, streetlights, and park benches that got in its way. Or maybe it was just super pissed.

Somehow he managed to pull out his phone in the middle of a zigzag, checked the time. Another three minutes? Two? Like Danny was ever freaking on time for anything in his half-life. “Call Danny!” He yelled.

The phone showed him a profile pic of Danielle and Tucker cosplaying at last year’s nerd-con. “Calling ‘DANI’…”

“Wrong one stupid clone-racist phone! CALL DANNY!”

“Calling ‘DADDY…’“

“How the fuck even?!”

Technology you’ve failed me. I’ve shown you nothing but allegedly obsessive love and you do me like that.

The ghost’s glow cast behind him warned Tucker just in time to skid beneath a low-branch and let it ram into the tree instead. Wood crunched and he shuddered thinking of being chewed and ground down to the bone between those teeth.

It was okay, the plan was going great. He was still alive, stalling for time. Danny would get here, follow the sound of ghost roars and Tucker’s manly not-panicking screams, thermos the worm, then grab some nice post-hunt midnight bro-grub and crack jokes about how Tucker almost got eaten by-

Something snagged his ankle, cutting Tucker’s speed from adrenaline-fueled to face-meets-ground with gravity-speed. Screw you too, psychics.

He managed to throw up his arms in time to shield his face. Pain lanced up his forearm and burned scraps into his palms. His glasses where askew, the world gone crooked and blurred. Neck twisted to follow the cold, wet feeling slowly dragging him through a bed of dead leaves.

A long, slick glowing tendril coming from the ghost’s mouth pulled him closer and closer into its waiting maw. The hum turned into hungry, gleeful gurgles.

Oh. This was. This was not in the plan.

Tucker dug his raw hands into the ground, dragging fistfuls of leaves and wet dirt. The light from his phone screen was just an arms length ahead, pulling away, no matter how much he kicked and scrambled and tried to pull himself forward. He thought there’d be more screaming and babbling on his end. Instead he was focusing every molecule of air on breathing, trying to get his crappy body Sam used for workout fodder to fight, stop that grinding progress towards it.

He was close enough to kick it, watch its expectant slobber dribble on his ripped cargo pants. Stupidly, he adjusted his glasses; got a nice, non-blurry view of that garbage disposal mouth, a hungry pit lined with thumb-sized teeth he could reach up and touch.

Tucker’s entire life, the whole of him, boiled down to this. He always figured his last thoughts would be of his mom, crammed between Sam and Danny on his too-small bed binging bad anime, the way Ingrid bit her lip nervously before she decided to give him his first kiss.

Instead, he just swallowed and said: “Oh Grandmother, what big teeth you have.”

Jesus, good thing no one was around to hear that.

“LASU LIN IRI!”

A furious growl tore through the trees- a wrecking ball of black and green slammed into the side of the ghost-worm. It reared up and shrieked with pain, the tendril around Tucker’s ankle somehow slack and severed.

The smart thing would be to move. Tucker numbly continued to sit there, jaw hanging as his rescuer clung to the side of the ghost-worm and tore into it with massive claws.

“Wulf?”

The ghost-worm bucked and wiggled, then body-slammed itself into the ground, forcing Wulf to leap off and land on all fours. His eyes were solid green and burning, snarling something in ghost Tucker couldn’t catch. They went at each other, tearing the small forest around them apart. The worm’s hide was pierced and bleeding in a dozen places, but it had desperation and a metric fuckton of bulk to throw around.

Wulf took cover in the trees, leaping from branch to branch, constantly circling and taking advantage of every opportunity to claw at its blind spots (how did it see though? did it even have eyes where the hell were its eyes?). Tucker realized his mistake when it dawned on him how much energy Wulf was wasting trying to keep that thing’s attention off of him, how Wulf was trying to protect him.

The worm must have realized it at the same time. Tucker saw it coming, tried to yell and warn him, but it came too fast- Wulf was blindsided by the worm’s tail end, flew and hit the trunk of a tree and went down hard. Pulled himself up with strain shaking his shoulders.

The worm let out a skree of victory and hurled itself towards Wulf. Faster than Tucker could shout, he saved himself by cutting a portal into solid air and diving in just before the worm hit, flattening itself and splintering the tree like a brittle toothpick.

It rolled and flopped on the ground, like it was having some kind of tantrum. Pulling itself back up, its mouth-head swiveled around, searching for some sign of Wulf, until it settled back on Tucker.

“Don’t look at me, I don’t know where he went.”

A muffled, tearing noise came from somewhere in the worm’s middle.

“Nevermind.”

Wulf burst out of worm’s midsection claws first with a howl, an explosion like a sledgehammer to a watermelon that splattered Tucker and everything in sight with green. The worm didn’t even have any breath left inside, much less insides at all, to even make a dying noise as it fell over like a deflated hose.

Panting, splattered with goopy green chunks on his claws and in his fur, Wulf stood in the clearing and panted hard. His eyes were still narrowed and dangerous, ears flat against his big head and hackles raised. Tucker had forgotten how big he was, half again as tall with enough shoulder width and muscle that would have brought Dax Baxter to weep impotent tears.

“Uh…Wulf? You okay buddy? Amiko?”

Wulf’s ears shot up, the hunch in his shoulders straightening as he spun around to look at Tucker with huge, concerned eyes. “Amiko Tuck!”

He dove at him, predator fast, and before Tucker could even flinch Wulf’s huge paws picked up Tucker and held him at Wulf’s eye-level. “Ĉu vi estas bone? Ĉu ĝi vundis vin?” His muzzle scrunched adorably as he sniffed Tucker up and down.

“Ah-ah!, that tickles! Haha- okay okay I’m fine, man. Ne…ne- nenio estas rompita.” He smiled with a split lip. “Danke al vi.”

“Sed,” A paw easily braceleted around Tucker’s wrist. “Viaj manoj…”

“Just a scrape man, really,” Tucker assured him. “It could have been- would have been a hell of a lot worse.”

Wulf’s left ear flicked, then looked pointedly at Tucker’s hands. Shaking like leaves in Wulf’s grip. It hurt his palms for Tucker to clench his fist, but it stopped the worst of the shakes. There was nothing he could do to stop the shaking in his heart, how hyperaware he was of his own pulse, the distant but twinging pain in arm, his ankle. The pressure behind his eyes.

“Please don’t tell Danny and Sam?” He asked, voice a little weaker. “I-I don’t want them to know how close it was. They’d only get worried.”

“Por bona kialo,” Wulf reprimanded him gently.

“Please? Bonvolu?”

It was funny to see a wolf’s brow furrow with deep thoughts, until finally Wulf hugged Tucker tight to his chest. A giant, fuzzy, protective barrier he could wrap his arms around.

“Thanks Wulf, you’re the best.”

“I know,” he managed, then touched his big, wet nose Tucker’s.

Heat flooded his face. “Oh my God did you just give me a dog-kiss? Is that a thing you just did?”

“Not dog,” Wulf corrected him. “Lupo.”

“You are missing the point of-”

“Tucker!” A voice dropped in from the sky.

Of course this is when Danny would get here. This is his life, this is what he deserves.

Danny floated above the torn up ground and pulverized trees and gaped at the slowly melting leftovers of the ghost-worm. “What the hell- what is Wulf doing here?”

Tucker crossed his arms across and played up snuggling against Wulf’s ghost-hoodie. Not like they weren’t both covered in worm-goop anyways. “Lucky for me you’re not the only ghost-friend I have and this one is both cuddlier and more reliable.”

“I thought I told you to sit tight until I got here!”

“An innocent midnight jogger with bad judgement and possibly insomnia was in danger. What was I supposed to do, ask it to hold up until the real hero showed up?”

That seemed to cut off whatever else Danny was planning to say. “I. There was- yeah okay that’s fair. Good work, Tuck.”

Wulf and Tucker cleared their throats.

“Both of you. Thanks for having Tucker’s back, Wulf.”

Wulf shrugged, “Ne dankinde. Tucker havis ĝin sub kontrolo.”

“I’m…going to assume that means ‘you’re welcome.’“

“Dude,” Tucker said. “Duolingo. Esperanto ain’t that hard.”

“Iz not.” Wulf said. “English.”

Danny and Tucker both laughed at the smug look on Wulf’s face.

“Well you two look thoroughly disgusting,” Danny said. “Want to skip the traditional after-hunt bro-snack and get you home to get cleaned up?”

“Hell no,” Tucker said mutinously. “Wulf and I can go back to the apartment to get cleaned, you can pick up some burgers for all three of us for being late.”

Wulf’s tail swished away some stray leaves behind him “Burgers?”

Danny blanched at the thought of paying for enough food to satisfy two grown men and a giant werewolf-ghost, but between Tucker’s guilt-trip look and Wulf’s puppy eyes, he sighed. “Okay, okay fine, I’ve got food duty. But he stays in your room until you two get that crap off you. I don’t want the whole apartment smelling like double-dead worm monster and wet dog.”

“Lupo,” They said together. Wulf’s ears perked and he grinned at Tucker with a mouthful of fangs.

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wannawrite · 6 years

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Intimidating

who?: Wanna One’s Hwang Minhyun

genre: 🌸

type: scenario

word count: 3808

similar to ‘flirtatious’ just more serious ;) tbh flirtatious is a personal favourite :”)

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• college AU - sort of, more like Junior College AU

• minhyun finds you intimidating - but who wouldn’t

TYSM for requesting anon! haven’t written a proper scenario in awhile, kind of missing it, kind of missing bullet points. Sorry this is really lacking, I was super busy packing and getting ready for holiday. :( Apologies.

Posted after hiatus started by one of my friends.

- Admin L

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“Okay, so, it’s the new year soon enough and all of us will be Seniors, how do you guys feel?” Daniel asks, taking a long sip of his mug of cola.

Sungwoon sighs, eyes dreamy and reminiscing of the past. “Oh wow, the years just flew by so quickly. It felt like I just got my acceptance letter yesterday.”

Eyeing his younger brothers, Seongwoo giggles. “Ah, you guys will be Freshman next year. Be nice to Professor BoA, she’s a good lecturer and, she’s also the discipline mistress.”

Jinyoung gulped, drifting his gaze to his glass mug of soda, wondering why he was at his hyungs house warming anyway.

“Ahh! Professor Kahi and Lecturer Don Mills are very nice people as well, I’m sure you guys will enjoy their classes,” Jaehwan added. “I know I’m scheduled for one of Professor Teddy’s lectures next year, how’s he like?”

Immediately, Jisung put down his glass mid drink. “Wait! I have a lot of things to tell you! Okay, so you know how he has this...”

Minhyun tuned out to the loud chatter of his friends, sighing and tapping the sides of his own cup. There was so much he needed to plan for and handle in the upcoming year, it was pressing. Being the Vice-President of the school’s chemical and life sciences society, he had a lot on his plate. It was a pressuring role but Minhyun enjoyed his club activities and chores.

And I still need to do those slides on Criminal Law....let’s just make him a law major here ok?

“Guys, how about we make a pact?” Seongwoo offered, a harmless playful glint in his eyes.

“What kind of pact?” Jihoon enquired, even though he would only be a Junior next year and would not be involved.

Daniel chewed on his bottom lip, brows furrowed. “How about....”

“Asking your crush out!” Jisung offered, nearly falling out of his seat. “Yes!”

Woojin groaned but tried to cover it up with a cough. “Not this again...” he muttered to Jihoon, who nodded in agreement.

All year, they had to listen about their hyungs talk about their love lives and crushes. It must have been a side effect of all the stress from college. Surprisingly, Minhyun was the only one who had not revealed anything. He was always listening in attentively though.

“Ahh, I want to see who Minhyun hyung asks out,” Jaehwan pointed out. “We haven’t heard much from him at all.”

Minhyun chuckled, trying to fight of the redness that was creeping up his neck. “Ah no, that’s because I don’t have a crush on anyone at the moment,” he replied, hoping that his friends would buy it.

Snickers filled the small living room everyone was cramped in - but none of them complained because the company was more than sitting on the sofa. Minhyun could never lie to his friends.

“Hyung, you can’t lie to us, we’ve been living in his apartment for a whole two weeks and I’ve known you since high school, you can’t lie to me,” Jaehwan pestered, reading Minhyun’s face well. “I major psychology too.”

What does that have to do with anything?

Minhyun tried to keep his cool, fighting to suppress his laughter and a smile. He shied away from the rest of the questions, holding his glass of soda to his lips.

“Hyuuuuunngggg!” Daehwi dragged out as he flopped onto the sheep skin carpet in front of Minhyun. “You won’t even tell me?” Daehwi widened his eyes and stuck out his bottom lip, giving Minhyun the irresistible puppy-dog face.

That was how Daehwi got away with everything.

Minhyun rolled his eyes but brought the younger boy up to the couch for a hug, squishing Jaehwan off a little.

“That brat,” Jaehwan hissed under his breath. “Trying to collect all the hyungs.”

But he knew that Daehwi owned him as well.

“So, pact?” Daniel offered hopefully, a cheeky smile playing at his lips. “Last one to complete or break it treats all of us to barbecue.”

There was a moment of contemplation before one by one, all of the soon-to-be Seniors agreed.

Seongwoo crept closer to Daniel, pressing up to him against the sofa. “Niel-ah...I like you, let’s date.”

Then, he got up and did a celebratory dance, leaving Daniel to absorb in the information with his jaw dropped.

Three months into the pact and Minhyun was nowhere near meeting his end goal. Not because he still could not find a single soul to crush on but...but because his crush was...you.

And the worst part, the part that probably got in the way of him and you the most, the part that would surely prevent him from asking you out and the part, was that Minhyun was completely intimidated by you - so was a good half of the student body.

You were the president of the Current Affairs and Debating Club, treasurer of the Student Council and the relative of the college’s Headmistress.

Totally not scary at all, not one bit.

It was not just your achievements or social status but your personality scared the hell out of people. Everyday, you walked through the halls with your lips pursed, a serious glint in your eyes and your fashion sense on point.

Truthfully, you were just as friendly and bright as anyone else, your friends know all too well and never take the dramatic rumours stirred about you seriously. Just because of your reputation, everyone just assumed you were trouble, maybe your killer gaze had added to that fact.

“What the heck...” you cursed, dropping to the cold concrete to pick up the files and papers that fell from your arms - most of them regarded your club or Student Council affairs.

Ugh, why did I need to drop them? I’m nearly late for today’s afternoon meeting.

Suddenly, a pair of well-worn sneakers came into view as someone squatted down next to you, shuffling a couple sheets of documents in their hands.

Hwang Minhyun.

A fellow member of the Student Council and the Vice-president of Chemical and Life Sciences Society.

Also the name of the charming man who had stolen your heart.

Standing up, you could feel your legs starting to tremble out of nerves and excitement from being so close to your crush.

Taking a deep breath, you collected your thoughts and emotions then smiled at Minhyun before removing the articles from his arms.

“Thanks,” you said, tone unintentionally clipped and sharp. If you said more, your voice would surely crack.

Without a second glance, you strutted off for the meeting room, forgetting the fact that Minhyun was headed the exact same way as you.

Run, run, run as far as you can away from Minhyun! If not, you’ll be a complete mess.

The sudden slam of the door shocked the rest of the council members who were already gathered around the long table. They stared at you, perplexed by your flushed face and seemingly out of place hair.

“Are you...” Kyla pulled her lips into a thin line when the person you were escaping from entered the room. A couple of the other board members let out hushed giggles.

As Minghao took head count, you tried to recover, arranging a couple of files and catching your breath.

Think about the work you have to do later and shut up about Minhyun!

You yanked out the wires from Vernon’s laptop so aggressively that he hopped out of his chair to check if all was well. He decided to help you set up your equipment that day.

“All right, everyone accounted for?” you questioned Minghao, who nodded and handed you the clipboard. “Good. Let’s start our meeting today.”

Usually, you were fine and bubbly around your board but today, you felt more tensed and serious.

It’s Hwang, he’s driving me crazy in the best way.

“Wow.”

Your eyes rolled at Kyla’s straightforward comment, shaking your head as you packed away your backpack.

“What was today all about? Who made you so mad? I nearly got goosebumps just listening to you talk today,” she groaned, rubbing her arms.

Freshman don’t know anything.

“Yeah! She’s right. You practically damaged his laptop and tore the clipboard out of my arms today!” Minghao wailed, gesturing to Vernon’s computer and then to himself. “I think I need to see a doctor.”

With a wave of your hand, you dismissed the issue and shut the both of them up. “It’s just Senior year stress,” you lied, avoiding all eye contact, but they probably would have bought the fib either way.

“Please,” Roa scoffed playfully, making her way into the conversation. “We all know it’s him that you’re affected by.”

You wanted to wipe her smug smile off or shave her wiggling eyebrows off. “Oh, gosh, grow up and stop spewing nonsense like this.”

With one strap of your backpack swung around your shoulder, you stormed out of the room, face tinting pink.

Roa skipped out after you and caught your shoulders, she linked arms with you and continued as if all was normal.

“Roa....” you sighed, knowing that her grilling would start anytime soon.

She stopped in her tracks and put her hands on her hips. “Why can’t you just ask him out? Is it that bad?” Her emphasis on ‘that’ made you ponder.

Eventually, you shook your head sadly and continued walking. “That can’t be it. It’s whatever, I’ll handle it.”

There was no way Hwang Minhyun was ever going to agree to go on a date with you. Never. Have you seen this man? He’s top class boyfriend material yet he’s never dated anyone. Rumour has it that he wants to focus on his studies instead of his love life, which you respected but it kind of crushed you.

Even after all these years in the Student Council together, the opportunity to talk and grow closer never came. It was quite upsetting if you were honest.

As far as you knew, Minhyun majored in law - like many others here - and even though it was a heavy major, he enjoyed his Chemical and Life Sciences Club and played an important role in the Student Council. He was a key member of this campus clique called Wanna One and came to school everyday either in a smart button down and slacks or a branded shirt - Supreme, Champion etc - and skinny jeans.

Minhyun had never dated a single soul on campus, perhaps he considered himself a lover of the law or married to his friends.

How even...what does he do to maintain his grades and other hobbies...

Just thinking about that made you feel incredibly sick.

He reminded you of a fennec fox, face wise. Minhyun was quiet, with a stony expression on his face, one that looked like he wanted to kill everyone or he wanted to kill himself, there was no in between. He only added to the discussion when deemed appropriate and rarely spoke about his personal life to his acquaintances.

Apparently, he blabbered a lot to his friends and could crack a good joke or two. Under his cold exterior was a heart of gold, a heart that could capture anybody.

“Why?” Roa asked, nudging you and breaking your train of thought. “Why don’t you think it’ll happen? You guys would be adorable!”

You admired her cheeriness and attempts to encourage you. Anybody would be lucky to have your close friend as their girlfriend.

“I can’t see it you know...”

“I can! So can the rest of your friends, like Minghao, Vernon, Daniel, Kai...."

“Shush! Hwang’s way too out of my league!” you blurted out, after realising so, you smacked a hand over your mouth and one to your forehead.

Roa smiled slyly, a teasing glint in her warm eyes. “So, you admit that it’s him?”

“R-“

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you guys will get together soon enough. Just ask him out!” She patted your back before linking arms once again and walking back to the dorms.

Minhyun let out a huff, stumbling down the lane that led to his apartment complex. His fingers wrapped around the itchy plastic of a 7/11 plastic bag, carrying the supper for Wanna One. Since he was the one who ended school the latest, he was on snack run.

Hastily, he scanned his card and made it through the front gate then to the lift lobby just as the doors of the lift were closing.

“Wait!”

Miraculously, they stopped and began opening with a wave on his hand. He let out a sigh of relief.

That sigh turned into one of disbelief and agony after he saw who was inside.

You.

And Roa.

“Oh! Hi Minhyun!” Roa greeted cheerfully, nudging you in the ribs.

You forced your lips into a smile, all your features hardened with the nerves that came with being so close to your crush.

Ugh, goodness, they didn’t even look at me...and that smile is so forced.

He just nodded- maybe in disappointment-before playing with his phone, scrolling up and down, tapping on random apps.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the elevator reached the floor he lived on. Minhyun quickly bid you two goodnight before disappearing like The Flash. He shuddered, planting a hand on his chest to calm his racing heart, at least his face had not gone fire engine red.

“Ah, gosh, they’re so intimidating.”

Months into the pact: 8 months 2 days People who have not attempted to ask their crush out: Hwang Minhyun Number of people left to finish: 1 Person who completed it first: Ong Seongwoo [bold]

That was the ‘to-do list’ that Seongwoo and Daniel had been charting on the whiteboard that hung in the living room of their shared apartment. It was also the first thing Minhyun saw when he walked out of the kitchen, mug of coffee in his hand, still bed-headed and sleep-eyed and clad in his navy bathrobe.

He wanted to use his brand new vacuum cleaner on his friends’ heads.

“What the hell...” he muttered, grimacing before taking another sip of coffee.

Jisung let out a low whistle, watching the situation from the kitchen island where Sungwoon was having his breakfast. The marble was gleaming due to Minhyun’s excessive cleaning.

“Wait, isn’t it prom just take it like any dance thing season soon? You can ask them to prom!” Sungwoon suggested, feeling a tad bit bad for his friend. Minhyun’s love life was close to non-existent, he was always too busy with studies.

Jaehwan nearly spat out his coffee. “Do you think hyung will be able to ask them face to face? A prom date will be so much harder to find.”

A lightbulb illuminated in Jisung’s head. He slid off the barstool and sat next to Minhyun on the sofa.

“Don’t worry, I think I have a plan.”

When a certified romantic, wise elder says they have an idea, you should probably trust them.

And that’s what Minhyun did.

Giggles.

Small laughter was the first thing you heard as soon as you walked into the lecture theatre on Thursday. Some classmates even had the audacity to point at you while their other hand smother their chuckles.

Irritated and confused, you marched to your usual seat with more force than intended, probably shocking your neighbours.

“Woah,” Roa hissed, taking her seat beside you. “What’s got you so worked up?”

“Noth-“

Your eyes fell on a white paper coffee cup, it seemed to be one from the cafe near campus, but it was decked out with a cute sparkly heart sticker and an orange post-it.

You felt your jaw fall open in surprise and disbelief. Curiosity filled your insides as you detached the note to read.

Heard you had a rough day yesterday Y/N, hopefully this will cheer you up! ❤

Just to double check, you flipped the note around to look for a signature, or any sign of whoever had sent this mysterious gift. There was none, it was a blank note.

Strange.

“Did anyone see who left this here?” you spoke out, hoping for a legitimate reply but as usual, half of your classmates only arrived a minute or so before lectures started and no one had a clue about the person who had left the drink there.

Peering at the liquid inside cautiously, you decided to take a small sip and found out that it was your regular order from the campus coffee shop. It tasted the same, no drugs, nothing funny inside.

Hmm.

You tucked the post-it into your wallet, wondering if you did indeed have a secret admirer. The thought of a person like that made redness rush to your cheeks. Despite all the possible bad endings, you clutched the coffee cup close to you, sighing dreamily.

Everyone had been so intimidated and scared by you, so it was safe to say your dating experience was very limited.

I’m delusional, this is crazy.

But somehow, it felt right.

Yesterday was crazy, it had started off with you bursting into the hall ten minutes after your fifth final paper started. Of course, your intelligence gave you a huge boost and you were able to finish it.

Then, as if that was not enough, you only had about fifteen minutes for lunch because you had to handle some Debate matters. All you had eaten was a small appetiser before dashing off for your second last final while flipping through notes.

Today would be the last day of finals and you were already in a good mood, off to a good start.

The next day, there was an exact replica of the gift bestowed to you yesterday, just a different note scrawled onto the post-it. The handwriting seemed too familiar yet too distant to distinct. It occupied your thoughts throughout the entire day.

Vernon, Roa and Minki had a lot of things to say, most of the words they said were mocking you or laughing at you.

“Is it not prom season soon?” Minki winked. After hearing his words, Roa and Vernon could only gawk at you, causing you to bury your head in your hands.

A prom date? Non-existent. You only ever went your date-less friends and had a blast, who said you needed a date to have fun? However, you felt anticipation rising, perhaps this year would be different. It was your last prom after all.

Sighing, you stirred your iced water around with your straw. “But who could it be? I don’t know anyone...who likes me romantically,” you reasoned.

Yet, his name popped into your head and all your friends could probably already guess it without you having to say a word.

“No, it can’t be. He’s too good. I’m delusional.”

Jihoon eyed Minhyun warily as he keyed in his order into the machine and the printer churned out his receipt. He knew that Minhyun was not the kind of guy to stray from his black coffee with minimal sugar and milk for too long, yet he had not ordered that in quite a while.

“Hyung,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”

Minhyun raised a brow, amused by the question. “Splendid actually. Why?”

Jihoon’s large doll-like went even wider but he said nothing, only sighed as he mixed up Minhyun’s order and delivered it properly - even drawing a heart in a different coloured Sharpie.

“H-how d-did y-y-you know?” Minhyun jumped back, hesitating to take the drink - well, your drink.

Smiling, Jihoon gave a playful shrug of his shoulders. “I just...know. All the best with later.”

Minhyun was finally going to ask you to prom and leave his name on the post-it, if it was not already crushed in his pocket. He could not keep his hands off it, checking every second to make sure it was still safely tucked in there.

The hallways were still yet to be illuminated as he crept along the corridors, leather shoes not making a squeak. He was used to arriving extra early to drop off the cup without being noticed.

He paused right outside the painted blue door, peering in to make sure no one was around. However, much to his horror, there was someone’s flashlight igniting the hall. The lamp on the lecturer’s table was also switched on.

Who could it be?

Gulping, Minhyun bravely stepped in, only to lose all of his courage in a second, it melted off him like wax.

You.

You sat, with your backpack, in your usual seat, swinging your legs and meddling with your phone.

“Oh, hello Minhyun!” you called out cheerfully, already knowing what he was here for. You swung out of your bench and climbed down the stairs to meet him.

“Is that for me?” The question came tumbling out of your mouth when you gestured to the cup, a smile playing at your lips, heart thudding and head spinning.

He did not argue, immediately offering up the cup with the post-it stuck on, you avoided reading today’s note. “Y-you knew?”

You nodded eagerly, you had waited for this day for a long time.

He slid into the bench as you shook out all the post-its he had been leaving for you.

“It had to be you. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

When he hesitated and stammered out some incoherent words, you nodded in understanding, blushing. “I get it, I intimidated the hell out of you...even after all those years in the same council.”

Ashamed, Minhyun could not bring himself to look you in the eyes. He was afraid of what you glossy orbs would tell him, they almost like magic globes.

The paper cup in your hands felt like a canvas that your future could be painted on - perhaps, the words PROM DATE were nicely painted on.

Your hand reached out to ruffle Minhyun’s neat hair, giving him a totally new look. His rosy red lips protruded into a pout but he said nothing.

Finally, your eyes scanned the post-it, and you took a double take, reading it over again and again.

P-R-O-M? Those letters rang like a bell in your head, fireworks and celebratory confetti washed over like a tidal wave.

“YES.”

At your words, Minhyun perked up, obvious surprise written all over his face, his face burst into colour and happiness soaked right into his bones.

“R-really?” It was like he could not believe those words had come out of your mouth.

You nodded happily, confirming your answer. “Let’s go be that intimidating power couple at prom.”

Eagerly, he agreed and laughed, already liking your hidden cheeriness. A shade of pink coated his cheeks, the ones that rose to meet his eyes whenever he grinned - personally, you loved that.

There was so much more under that your scary, icy exterior and Minhyun was willing to dig out more.

#hwang minhyun #wanna one #admin L

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nevillelongbottton · 6 years

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a gilmore christmas | fic: make new traditions

title: make new traditions word count: ~2,200 summary: “A typical Christmas for the girls, maybe like an evolution of how Christmas/ their traditions have changed over the years and how Lorelai/ Rory felt about it.” note: this was written for a gilmore christmas, so please make sure to check out all the works! thank you @alspancakeworld for hosting this again. disclaimer: this isn’t my best work so i apologise.

a gilmore’s christmas DAY 13

Lorelai jumps up from the couch at the sound of a car horn tooting outside, she grabs her jacket from the coat rack and quickly stuffs her feet in her shoes, opening the door and bounding outside, Paul Anka follows clipping at her heels. Just as Lorelai reaches the bottom of her porch, the car’s passenger side door flies open before the car even stops.

‘MUM!’ Roy comes leaping out of the car, running to meet her halfway and crashing into Lorelai’s arms.

“Rory! It’s been far too long!’ Lorelai cries and Rory just squeezes her mum tighter. “I missed you mom” Rory and Lorelai continue to hug till they are interrupted by a small voice yelling “GRANDMA!”

Lorelai lets go of her daughter to bend down, and she quickly opens her arms up just in time for her grandson Richie to jump into them. “How is my favorite person?”

Richie grins as Lorelai picks him up in his arms “I am doing great grandma, I can now count to ten, and I read my first book ALL BY MYSELF.” Lorelai just shakes her head, the grin never leaving her face as she listens to Richie telling her all the new things he can do. As he was talking the third person from the car makes his way over, carrying their bags. Jess Mariano smiles as Richie proceeded to tell Loralai how smart he had gotten, the proud feeling returning when Daniel mentions his name. “And Jess took me to his bookstore and said I could have a kid section, and I can choose the books and EVERYTHING!” “Your own kid section!?” Lorelai gasps pretending to be shocked, and Daniel nods with excitement. Lorelai looks over at Jess and gives him a warm smile; their relationship has improved since Rory announced her pregnancy. “Well, Jess has made the perfect choice for the job.” Jess kisses Lorelai on the cheek before moving inside with all their bags and to greet his uncle. Rory, Lorelai, and Richie follow with Richie chattering in Lorelai’s ears the whole time. Once inside Lorelai puts Daniel down and envelopes Rory into one last hug. “I missed you kiddo!”

“I missed you too mom!”

It had been a while since the two Gilmore girls had seen each other, and they are both rejoiced at the fact that they could spend Christmas together. They soon pull apart and make their way into the kitchen where they see Richie already helping make the apple pies. Lorelai smiles sadly at Rory and wraps her arm around her shoulder, both remembering Emily and Richard. After Emily had passed just before Christmas last year, Luke took it upon himself to create the apple pies that Lorelai loved. It was one of the Christmas traditions that had changed over the years as it was something that Lorelai looked forward to every Christmas at her parents and it just made her miss them a little bit more every day. Luke assured her that even though they aren’t the same, he vowed that Lorelai would still get the apple pies every year for Christmas. Rory gives Luke a hug “It smells great in here Luke!” “Thanks, now that I have my very special helper we can start getting dinner underway.” Rory grins at Richie already in his mini apron that Luke brought him and couldn’t help think back to the times where they would come home from her grandparents and order takeaway food. “Mum we don’t need any more food!?” Rory complains as her mum gets off the phone. Lorelai just gapes at Rory “Have I taught you nothing; you can never have enough food!” Rory groans “But we just got home from grandmas.”

“But Rory it’s tradition” Lorelai whines and gives her daughter the pout, Rory just sighs “Fine, but I hope you order the mini spring rolls!” "You ok kiddo?” Lorelai nudges Rory bringing her back to the present. Rory smiles softly "Yeah, just remembering how we would always order take out after we got home from Christmas dinner at Grandma’s house.” “Ah yes, we would have leftovers for days, now we have no leftovers because Luke has changed my wicked ways.” Luke just groans and continues cooking while Lorelai and Rory grin, both glad that they don’t need to order takeout anymore.

It didn’t take Richie and Luke very long to finish cooking, and before long Richie was in the lounge room helping Lorelai decorate the tree. Rory sits on the couch leaning into Jess’s arm pouting at the fact that Richie had taken over her job of placing the star on top of the tree. “Rory stop pouting” Jess whispers in her ear and Rory just sends him a glare in return. Jess just chuckles finding the whole situation amusing, “It has always been my job!” Rory whines as Lorelai high fives Richie once they finish the tree. Richie comes running over to Rory and Jess, jumping onto Jess’s lap. “Look, mummy, I did the tree with grammy.” Rory stops pouting once she gazes into Richie's blue eyes that remind her of her Grandpas.

“You did such an amazing job, Richie.” Richie beams and quickly pulls Rory’s hands telling her to get up. “Mummy I saved one more for you though.” Richie goes to the box where the decorations came from and lean over to grab the final object, Rory quickly holding onto his shirt, so he doesn’t fall in. Richie's head reappears and inside his hand is a little angel that Rory made when she was little. Rory gently takes it from his hand and holds it carefully. “Mum, you still kept my first decoration?” Lorelai shrugs and comes to stand by her daughter, giving her a one-handed hug “Of course I did, I wasn't going to get rid of all the decorations. We still need to have some memories of what you did growing up.” Rory and Lorelai share a quick hug and together place the angel with the Halo just barley hanging one in the middle of the tree. They only observe their tree for a moment watching as the angel hung. However, the moment is over when the angel’s head falls off the tree. Rory and Lorelai just stare at each other and the angel for a moment before Lorelai quickly picks it up. “I think we might just give this to Luke to fix…or maybe just get Richie to make a new one.” Rory quickly agrees.

By the time the afternoon goes quickly, Rory and Jess had finished wrapping Richie's present, and Luke and Richie had done some handiwork around the house., Lorelai was ready to go into town. She came bounding down the stairs all decked out in her snow gear. “Everyone ready?” Jess groans and Rory hits him on the shoulder “Yes mum. Just ignore Jess he is a bit of a Grinch.” Jess just rolls his eyes, however, stands up anyway following Rory’s orders. Richie comes running from Rory’s old room nearly falling over his boots. “Can I help make the snowman in the town square.” Lorelai lifts Richie up giving him a tickle on his side “You sure can buddy!” Richie does a cheer and wiggles from Lorelai’s arms racing towards the door “Come on let's go everyone!” It had lightly started to snow as they make their way into town. Richie was running around in excitement, going up to all the town folk and saying hello. Rory and Jess smile as they walk hand in hand through the small town, while Luke and Lorelai chase up after Richie, throwing snowballs at each other. “It’s nice to be back.” Jess comments as he looks around and Rory turns to him in shock. “You hate coming here though!” Jess shrugs and looks down at Rory “its home still; it’s where I connected with Luke and mum started her new life. It’s where I met you.” Rory blushes and Jess leans down and kisses her softly, ignoring the cheers and yells from Richie, Lorelai, and the town’s people. Jess pulls apart and glowers at some of them before sighing “I guess some things never change.” “Do you think we could make our traditions,” Rory asks and Jess’s eyebrows furrow at the question. “What do you mean?” Rory sighs and looks at all the town members making their snowman. “I mean we don’t have any traditions, and all my traditions with my mum have seemed to change over the last couple of years.”

Jess wraps an arm around Rory and brings her front to his chest so he can look her in the eyes. “Rory our traditions can be whatever you want them to be. If you want to make coming to stars hollows a tradition every year, then we can do that.” Rory’s eyes light up at the suggestion “Really?” Jess closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again “Rory we can make whatever traditions we want, but being in Star Hollows and experiencing these traditions, well that’s one tradition we can’t break. Besides Richie told me he would win the best snowman competition one day. We can’t let him down.” Rory doesn’t say anything and just hugs him as hard as she can. Jess kisses the top of her head, and together they watch Richie, Lorelai and Luke make their snowman.

Later that night, after Richie had opened some of his presents and had some hot chocolate, Rory quietly closed the door to her old room leaving it ajar so some light would make it through for Richie. She smiles at Luke and Jess dozing on the couch, shaking at how alike the uncle and nephew were. She sees’ her mum sitting on the chair on the veranda from the lune room, so she quickly steals one of the blankets off the couch and slips her feet into some slippers before making her way outside. Lorelai just stares out to the falling snow sipping on her hot chocolate allowing her some quiet time to herself. She looks over when she hears Rory coming down to her, and she shuffles over to make room for her daughter, grateful that she brought a blanket. Once Rory is situated in a comfortable position she leans her head down on Lorelai’s shoulders. “Thanks for letting us stay mum.”

Lorelai shrugs “It’s no problem, we were excited to see you and Jess and especially Richie.” Rory smiles softly to herself, though she can still hear a small twinge of sadness in her mum's tone. “I am sorry we don’t come down often as we like, especially after losing grandma.” Lorelai shakes her head “It is what it is Rory. I am honestly just happy to see you finding your place after so long. Besides Richie has friends in New York and you and Jess have your job and books. I understand.” Rory grabs her mums hand and squeezes it “I know you understand, but it doesn’t make it any easier. A lot of things have changed, and Christmas is one of them. It always used to be you and me.” “We always knew things would change, and I guess it’s just time to make new traditions and make way for the new things in our life,” Lorelai says, looking at her daughter. “Yes, I wish we do still carry on with our traditions but that being said I love the new ones we are making with Luke, Jess, and Richie.” Rory stays silent for a moment thinking over the words her mum and Jess have said to her today. She bites her lip for a moment before speaking the thought that is on her mind “Jess, and I have been thinking that coming to stars holly should be our Christmas tradition. We can still keep the things we do now, and Richie can get to know the town the way I did growing up. Festivals and love.” Lorelai looks down at Rory and grins “Really? What about Logan and Christmas?”

Rory smiles “He will understand. Besides, he knows not to mess with a Gilmore’s traditions, and he will give Richie anything he wants.” Lorelai continues to smile as she wraps her arms around she daughter’s shoulder and hugs her tight. “Merry Christmas Rory.” “Rory squeezes back and gives her mum a kiss on her cheek “Merry Christmas to you to mum.”

#agilmorechristmas #day 13 #gilmore girls #a gilmores christmas #agilmoreschritsmas #elles fics #elles writing #merry christmas gilmore girls family

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yakumtsaki · 7 years

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Take your hands off me, I don't belong to you, you see, and take a look at my face for the last time, I never knew you, you never knew me, say hello.. ♪

WAVE GOODBYE.

WHADDUP PPL. Much like Ronroneo, we’re back from the dead and ready for a whole new generation of Union fuckery. We’re also officially.. drumroll.. MIDDLE CLASS. Our shiny new house is based on this one by frottana-sims, which I downloaded but dumbassly forgot to install, and since loading the game takes a hot half-hour I opted for this poor recreation instead. We start the extreme home makeover with an incredible budget of..

...Yea, I see the value of getting 6 pets to the top of their careers now. Included in this insane sum is the 20k+ that Wyatt and Jojo brought with them moving in, and at first I’m worried that we’re way too rich for only generation 2. Well, careful what you wish for, cause here’s our post-remodeling budget:

LMAO. It’s as if not a day has passed since Vic started this legacy with a dream in her heart and crap to her name. Let’s check out the new digs!

Everything was purple.. his pills.. his hands.. his foyer.

As eagle-eyed readers may observe, both the hall and the living room were designed with nothing else in mind but whether they matched our cat paintings. Per legacy rules I use as little cc as possible, which isn’t that hard since I feel this bizarre, angular and hugely impractical couch really encapsulates Jojo’s essence. Like if he was a servant in Beauty and the Beast this would be his furniture form.

Apparently the only things I deemed important enough to capture were the cat portraits, so it looks like my Komeization is finally complete! Here’s some floorplan shots tho so you don’t get disoriented in our labyrinth-like mansion. Please note our amazing pink-blue-purple kitchen! Barbie’s Dreamhouse who??

And here’s the second floor, which also illustrates the exact point I ran out of money. Honestly looking back I don’t understand how the fuck this place cost 70k?? Like nothing is particularly expensive except the amazing vintage batmobile which was around 30-40k and some of the paintings? But I guess all the small things add up in the end + I’m super bad with money..

..and I’m not the only one. Jojo GET A FUCKING GRIP and A JOB. Literally no comment @ your cat wants, you inherited the jaw, wasn’t that enough??? ANYWAY. I know the question on everyone’s mind is how is Wyatt going to fit in with the Unions.. and all I have to say about that..

..is LOL. Truly the perfect career for when your mother-in-law is a criminal mastermind and your husband is a serial killer! I mean the jokes practically write themselves. At least he doesn’t want 10 kids or any shit like that, cause I’ve seen hell and it was the result of mixing Jojo/Wyatt genes in cas.

On top of gifting us with his future-probably-fug children, Wyatt also gives us the gift of our first ever kitchen fire when he decides to make dinner with 1 cooking point. His generosity really knows no bounds.

It’s all fun and games now but Wyatt deadass almost died in the inferno and was about to take poor, stupid Komei with him, who of course ran to the fire even though he was in the yard. Meanwhile Victoria was safely watching tv and didn’t move while Jojo..

..was doing this in the next room. Two types of sims I guess!

-So Wyatt, you’ve been here for almost an hour now, burned down our kitchen and I still don’t see any grandchildren. I thought you were a family sim!

-Haha oh mom, you’re hilarious! Ignore her, Wyatt, let’s enjoy your delicious pasta.. It was definitely worth almost dying for.

-Your mama is right, mon cheri, not only do you have an obligatión to your famille but I rolled the want to have a bébé the second we graduated!

-Well it’s still gonna be there when we aren’t broke, Wyatt, god!

-But.. bébés, mon cheri! Tons of bébés I can have but never interact with, in typical famille sim fashión!

-UGH thanks a lot for opening this gate, mom. If only you had found your love of children when I was living on cat food.

-Well it’s different when they are your children, everyone knows that.

-THAT’S NOT WHY PEOPLE SAY THAT MOM

-Honestly, Jojό, I’m prouder of taking down your répugnant suitόrs than I am of graduating with honors!

-Aww Wyatt <3

-And if I have to souffrir through a childless existence to be with mon amour, so be it (:

-Aw- wait what?!

-Really, c’est bien, Jojό, marriage is all about compromise, nό? I mean, not that I would know since we’re not even married yet!

-Wyatt we’ve been here for 3 hours.

-My point précisément.. C’est bien though!

-Can’t believe I’m saying this but I really regret murdering Ti-Ning.

That makes two of us, Jo. Honestly even Francis would be better than this. Family sim spouse??? Tf was I thinking.

Ah, some things never change <3 It’s a new day and someone very special passes by our lot..

UGH NO not you asshole, once again delivering bills at the worst possible time.

-Miss me bitch?? Lolol

ONE OF THESE DAYS DAGMAR. ONE OF THESE DAYS ISTG

No, it’s mismatched beard townie, whose regular outfit is simply iconic, and he’s waving at me! What a sweetheart! TAKE SOME NOTES DAGMAR YOU FROZEN-FACED FREAK

-Umm he’s actually waving at me, moron.

-WRONG, he’s waving at me!

Ok it literally doesn’t matter who he’s waving at.

-Well c’est moi.

OK WHATEVER WYATT GOD. Just go off to work in a position you’re criminally unqualified for and try not to die ok??

-Why would I mourir?

Hm let’s see, maybe because you’re a ‘SWAT Team Leader’ straight out of college with a shocking lack of skill points?? Jfc college degrees in this game are so fucking op it’s legit making me resentful of my sims.

In other news, major dicks Sophie and Victor have started constantly beating each other up and the only thing surprising about this development is that it took this long. Honestly these fights are peak #TeamNoOne. Please note Alegra who continues to give 0 fucks @ the bloodshed. What a gal <3

Burning with religious fervor, fundamentalist nutjob Sophie emerges victorious!

-I WALK WITH GOD BITCH

Tears. Literal tears. Victor is the most unbelievable creature I have ever played.

-The rampant violence in this house is a violation of human rights! I AM OUTTA HERE

Literally still cannot believe this happened, like the sheer NERVE is killing me. Victor has started every fight he’s ever been in for an astounding total of 40-50 fights, and as you all know he almost always wins. Like this one was what? The fourth one he lost?? AND YET HE RUNS AWAY LIKE HE’S THE VICTIM I HATE/LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Meanwhile this happens which, of course. Leave it to me to finally get a chance card right for the only sim who doesn’t even deserve the job he currently has.

..Police Chief Wyatt reporting for duty! And crime increased 80% overnight.

In actual good and not lawsuit-waiting-to happen news, Wyatt brought Amanda, Vic’s only friend/lesbian crush with him! Amanda has the distinct honor of being literally the only non-Union non-Jojo person Vic has ever genuinely liked and hasn’t had an affair with. YET THAT IS.

Man, these are some fat fucking flies. I’m talking 10 plagues of Egypt teas.

-I KNOW, where the fuck is Komei, what are we paying him for?

-I’m over here honey, talking to my least favorite son for the second time in my life, since apparently he’s sticking around.

-Yes, thanks for requesting a recount of the heir vote, dad. I will remember it when I decide where to scatter your ashes.

-I TOLD YOU I WANT THEM MIXED WITH THE CAT LITTER

Ugh Komei, please stop trying to bond with your son and do something productive instead-

-like finally convincing Neo to bang Sophie. She has refused 3 TIMES because there’s a rule I have to earn kittens by suffering. I mean Alegra refusing to procreate with Victor made sense, it was Victor, wtf is Sophie’s excuse? Waiting for marriage?

ABOUT TIME

YAS. CAT GEN 3 ON THE WAY. Human gen 3 will have to wait till I’m in the mood to deal with screaming infants aka it might take a while.

The science career FINALLY SHOWS UP after 5 fucking days, jfc. Love how Wyatt’s dumb ass started as a swat team LEADER but Jojo who has half the skills maxed starts as a science teacher. Also love the idea of Jojo as a teacher in general, I mean just imagine having him teach you science in high school. I would literally drop out.

Jojo returns from work, brings this rando with him and doesn’t get promoted. We can’t all be Wyatt I guess! We’re not completely broke anymore tho so..

It is time.

Gunther, Melody and Max Flexor on one side..

Craig, Brit Brit, Ti-Ning and Daniel on the other. What a bunch of assholes, Craig obviously excluded. Remember him? I invited him because he and Jojo are still semi-friends thinking he wouldn’t show up and yet here he is! What a good guy.

-It’s at moments like this, watching your high school boyfriend get married.. that you really get to thinking..

Awww.

-..there but for the grace of god go I.

Less awww. You’re not wrong tho, definitely dodged a sociopathic bullet..

..not everyone is that lucky. WE GET IT WYATT YOU’RE CRAZY AND IN LOVE

-Mon bien adoré, I vow to aimer and honόr you and not cheat on you again or at least be more discrete about it <3

-And I vow not to kill you and feed you to the cats for as long as we both shall live <3

Ah, true love, you guys.

Too bad half our guests are inside dancing-

-OR HAVING COMPLETELY INAPPROPRIATE AND UNTIMELY THOUGHTS. TI-NING SERIOUSLY GO TO HELL. I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU HOW DARE YOU

Well at least Vic is excited which is more than I can say for Gunther who is literally LOOKING THE OTHER WAY.

Time to cut the cake with the sky as our only witness, since everyone has taken a plate from the buffet and fucked off inside. Seriously WORST GUESTS EVER

Not one to be outdone by his guests’ questionable behavior, Wyatt takes the time to remind us who he really is.

-And n'est-ce pas forget it!

Despite all the obvious problems, like one of the grooms literally going to sleep, our party score is ‘good time’ which is a truly rare and exciting occurrence. With less than a minute left I’m feeling pretty confident that nothing can ruin this wedding!

Weirdly no one has touched the champagne even though sims in general are obsessed with it?? My best guess is everyone is at a loss for words at having to toast this union and who can blame them tbh. Thankfully Daniel steps up and I find it super sweet because I’ve forgotten that he and Wyatt are mortal enemies and it’s only by chance they haven’t beaten each other up on this instance like they have countless times before.

-Let’s all raise a glass to my beloved brother, Jojo, who generously woke up to attend his own wedding reception! Just one of many examples of his fine, giving character. Too bad he’s committing his life to a complete waste of space adulterous loser like Wyatt, who I’m not even convinced is really french, since his ability to speak and understand english fluctuates according to convenience. Man, I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but this choice in spouse is just too tragic. Oh well! To Jojo!

NOICE, still a good time. SO CLOSE

AND YET SO FAR. Goddammit do you two mind killing each other on your own time and not literally 10 seconds before our wedding ends??

-DIE WHORE, THIS WILL TEACH YOU TO STEAL MY MAN

-THAT’S MY LINE SLUTBAG

-HA! ZUMBA, BITCH

-Wow, so glad I woke up for this, really got my bloodlust going!

Indeed a roaring success if there ever was one. I mean how can this night possibly get any better?

.............of course.

Oh nice, I remembered to install an alarm for once! I’m also desperately trying to wake up Wyatt thinking that he’s fucking CHIEF OF POLICE so he might prove useful in this situation..

..especially since we get this cop of a completely untrustworthy Bieber hairstyle. Talk about striking fear in the heart.

Sadly it turns out that Wyatt could not give less of a shit that we’re getting robbed and picks this moment to head for wedding buffet leftovers-

-while Bieber cop prevails! This robber is awesomely named Russ Bear btw and I wish that was my name, sounds like a slavic medieval folkore hero. But I digress. Please prepare yourselves because our first robbery is about to take a dark turn.

-Ehh, you get at a certain level on la force, you just become desensitized to la criminalité..

-Oh don’t worry Wyatt, I totally understand.. I mean I’ve robbed so many houses in my time, I hardly blink anymore..

-So it looks like you and I are not so different after all.. ;)

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............................why. why has the universe chosen me for the greatest suffering the world has ever known. i try and i try but incestuous relationships just keep sprawling like mythical strangler vines. i bet this wouldn’t happen to someone named Russ Bear. fml

#ts2 #gen 2

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