#also the weather isn't that cold either thankfully

[calpicowater]

Week 1.2/52: January 1st - January 8th 2023 | Desserts with Charmy! 🧀

Reunited with Charmy after half a year to eat our way around YVR again. Started with some croissants at Hazukido - I tried their raspberry panna cotta flavour... pretty basic with a sweet filling. Ended up at Wicked Cafe afterwards for a block of cheese cheesecake... it’s literally called Tom & Jerry cheesecake. So cute!!!! Tasted like a regular cheesecake but it just looks so good!!!!

[painted-bees]

“It isn't for you, it's because of you.

Because of you, I can finally do this for myself.

Because I want to.

Because I trust you with it.

It's all because of you,

and I'm so fucking thankful.”

-- [Jan 28th, 2014] The weather had conspired against him.

Or perhaps it was trying to protect him. Either way, the cold snap that washed over Vancouver on this sunny January afternoon was perfectly timed to ruin the months of careful planning, frivolous spending, and emotional safeguarding Raf had done in preparation for the performance today. It was as though the sky had opened up to release every breath of warm air that the previous weeks of relentless overcast had, until now, valiantly sealed in.

 To make matters worse, Raf couldn’t turn to Margie for consolation about it. She didn’t know anything about a performance happening today, and it needed to stay that way until at least 6 pm. Her distractible nature had been a huge blessing for him during the past long months of preparation and rehearsals, and this was the last day he'd have to work behind her back. He was thankful for that. Tess had whisked her out into town this morning under the pretence of finding a suitable birthday present to ‘surprise’ him with. It was an effective ruse to keep Margie busy and secreted away from him while he fulfilled the final preparations for the day’s event.

  He was half expecting to arrive at Jack Poole Plaza only to be met by an unfortunate orchestra representative tasked with dispensing the bad news of postponement due to the unusual cold. Instead, the venue was abuzz with activity, warmed by the familiar din of pre-performance energy.   Or rather–it was the arrangement of outdoor heaters that kept the temperature surprisingly manageable in key locations across the venue. That was one of the expenditures Raf had considered “a frivolous necessity” when he committed to it, and it was certainly paying dividends today. 

  “Raf!” The sound of Nels’ voice as he approached was every bit as warm as the heaters. “Boy, you sure picked a day, didn’t you?” As the older man closed the distance, one of his large hands clapped down on Raf’s shoulder with an amicable jostle.

  “Well," Raf said, "no one called to postpone.” Genuine disbelief coloured his tone in a manner that wholly undermined his attempt at a half-joke.

  Nels barked a laugh, “Bah! Over a little cold? No chance. But snow?” He held up a finger, “One snowflake hits that pavement and the whole city' in shut down” He looked up at the sky, wincing against the sunlight. “Thankfully not a problem today!”

  Raf offered a small smirk that bordered on a grimace. “It’s not great for the instruments, though.”

  “Cold feet?”

  “Cold everything.” 

  Nels held him with a gentle but uncompromising gaze. “Train’s already moving, kiddo. Can’t stop now.”

  Turning his eyes towards the stage with a relenting sigh, Raf began making strides across the vast concrete venue towards it. “Outdoor concert in the middle of winter was a terrible idea. Why didn’t anyone stop me?”

  “I recall there was an attempt,” Nels said, “But, ah…You had a clear vision, a convincing argument, and a lot of money.”

  “Yeah, I’m also insane. Nels, I hate crowds, I hate public events. Why am I hosting one?”

  “You love the audience and,” Nels’ hand found Raf’s shoulder again, halting him before the stairs leading up to the left side of the temporary stage set-up. “You love Margie. That’s the kind of insanity that drove all this. She adores this sort of thing. She’s gonna be beside herself. Inconsolable, even. And you know that. That’s why you’re doing this.”

  “Mmh.” That was a swing and a miss, but Raf had no desire to engage in the pedantry dissecting his own mercurial motivations, and so, he was content to leave it there.

  Recognizing the full stop in Raf’s voice, Nels clapped his hands together and led the way onto the stage. “Well-! Things here are looking and sounding well on our end. Security’s all set. It’s not going to be a flood of people all at once but, as you can see,” he gestured out towards the plaza, “We’ve already got a population of curious loiterers. We’re wrapping up the last of the sound tests. Speaking of–!” 

  Nels turned his attention to the microphone set up at the front, centre of the stage. Raf intended to follow, but paused at the sight of Naomi making her way over from the other side. She made he way in brisk strides, holding out her open palms in a gesture both of greeting and surprise. 

  “Ooh, you showed up!”

  Raf regarded her with a lopsided smirk and a curt, upward nod of his chin. “Was I not supposed to?”

  She rubbed her hands together and squeezed the fingertips of one hand in the palm of her other. “Dunno, Ephrem. How you feelin' about it?”

  “Trying not to,” Raf admitted. “But it’s mostly fine. I’ve got Kill Bill sirens going off in my head a bit. First time I’ve ever managed something like this myself, but I am managing, so–” With a Super Mario-pitched voice, and a weak upward pump of his fist, he concluded, “Wahoo.” An aptly appropriated Margie-ism.

  “Man, shut the fuck up. You ain’t managing nothin’ yourself this time, either.” She scoffed loudly. “C’mon I ain’t out here at bitch o’clock in balls degree weather doin’ this shit just so you can tell me you ain’t got no help. Be for real.”

  “That’s not what I–”

  “I know,” she gave him a playful scowl before throwing her hands up in an exaggerated gesture of arrest, “I’m playin’! Jeez, Eph, control your temper, chill. Damn, why you always gotta be yellin’?”

  “Boy, I’m going tah rip your face off.” His stiff posture, quirked eyebrow, and uncharacteristic transatlantic accent delivered his threat with all the seriousness he intended.

  “And ruin your manicure? Girl, you’ll cry.”

  Their short drama play ended with a defusing snort of laughter shared between the two of them.

Thumbing her nose with a sniff, Naomi attempted some honest reassurance. “I think you did a pretty good job, all things considered. Hired the right folks for certain.” She grinned at the compliment as she paid it to herself.

  From their place in the corner of the stage, they both looked out over the set-up and across the venue. The stage itself was populated mostly with venue staff and Hi-Note technicians working in collaboration with each other to make sure things sounded great, looked great, and that no one would kill themselves on any of the countless cables that snaked across the floor.

  Beyond the stage, the last of the temporary barriers and crowd management measures were being organised and installed. Raf himself didn’t know what to expect in that regard, and had no option but to trust that the venue staff knew what they were doing. At the very least, a free admission orchestral event wasn’t new to them. One such concert had been hosted here in the summer, and just like that one, this event was advertised months in advance to draw out as large a crowd as possible. But he hadn’t been the one to advertise it. In fact, he had explicitly forbidden any mention of him or of a vocal performance at all. No, this was advertised in a manner similar to the summer’s concert. And indeed, the programme would be much the same–but it would end with his performance.

 Even as the staff set about their tasks, a budding population of curious doddlers seemed content to wander and wait around for something exciting to begin. It was a lot to hold in his head, and there were countless variables he had no control over–many of which relied on the cooperation of other people. Complete strangers. An overwhelming number of things could and likely would go wrong, and anything that went right would only do so thanks to luck. At least–that’s what his gut told him.

  It would be the first concert he’d perform, without Margie, in almost a decade. It would be the first performance without her that centred him since…

  Since Ephrem Records.   A chill unrelated to the cold forced him to shudder visibly, and he steadied himself with an automatic, curtly huffed sigh. This was not that. He had stared that beast directly in the eyes, he had walked into its horrifying, revenous maw and–

  He came back home. Safe. Sound. Completely unscathed.

  It–that–Ephrem Records and the nightmares within it had no control over him anymore. Though it had tried, it couldn’t keep him. That cage door had fallen off its hinges and would no longer close on him. It was a freedom he had had never in his life known before.

  Beside him, Naomi had turned her gaze to watch him. “Remember after Lacey ditched? How you said you weren’t never gonna get on stage for anyone anymore?”

  “Mmhm.”

  “You been cancellin’ shit all the time because you just ain’t gonna perform if you don’t wanna.”

  “Mmhm.”

  “But you’re here. Today. Like--your birthday’s tomorrow. You didn't wanna take it easy for that?”

  Raf turned his head to cast a very slight, wry smile down towards her. “Mmh, nah.”

 Her eyes lit up under the validating glow of his expression. “Nooo, see! I was gonna ask who you doin’ this for, really? But that shit eating grin–” a cackle punctuated her sentence. “This ain't for Margie. Is it?”

  Naomi’s laugh infected him well enough to let out a small snort of laughter all his own. “She'd hate it if it was. No, I just--wanted to see for myself if...Uh. This wouldn't kill me."

"I've been sayin', too, Margie ain't about seeing you freak out for her!" Naomi clasped her hands together and dipped forward in an elated gesture. "Well, you don't look like you're dying."

"Yeah--I don' think I will. "

–

  “Raf’s impossible to shop for. I don’t know what we were expecting to find.” Margie's conclusion arrived at the end of a long day spent following Tess around the whole, wide city in search of a gift for a man who placed very little value on material wealth. “There’s nothing we could buy that he couldn't afford himself. And it’s hard to put proper thought into it when it’s so last minute.” There was tired frustration in her voice.

  Savouring a strawberry frappe through a bent straw, Cortes remained wholly unbothered by the state of affairs. With a shrug, her free hand gestured to sign a sloppily composed, “Raf’s birthday gift can be all the friends we met along the way.” 

  Margie let out one of her conversationally reflexive little giggles. “Yeah, yeah! All none of them.”

  The sun had already begun to sink beneath the city skyline, and in its wake the clear sky was turning a shade of deep indigo. An already frigid day was turning into an even colder night. Too cold to be out walking along the seawall. Tess’s choice of a blended iced beverage was nothing short of absurd but, just like the failure of their gift-hunting quest, the freezing cold seemed to have no ill effect on Cortes whatsoever. While Margie’s breath hung like a ghost in the air and caused an uncomfortable moisture to collect on the fraying filaments of her scarf, Tess suffered no such inconvenience. Margie was bundled for warmth, but Tess wore her winter layers only for the aesthetic of it.

  Without looking at her, Tess signed with languid gestures, “We should probably head home, now. I’m getting bored.”

  Margie might have agreed, but something else tugged her attention. She grabbed Tess's arm to halt her. “Hang on, shh!” 

  A pause.

  A swell of string and brass carried itself on the chill ocean breeze. It wasn’t uncommon to hear music playing from the various shops and storefronts that lined the city streets, especially during the holiday months. But…

  “Does that sound live to you?”

  Tess appeared to listen for a moment longer before shrugging. 

  “It’s coming from the plaza.”

  Another shrug from Tess preceded an inquiring forefinger flopped with mild indifference towards the stairs leading out of the park, up towards the convention centre. 

  Margie nodded and shook Tess’s arm in her grip. “Yeah, I just wanna looksee!”

  With one last resigned shrug, Cortes allowed Margie to lead the way forward.

  As they crested the wide staircase, the plaza greeted them with an array of bright, warm lights and a buzz of activity. Margie immediately b-lined to read one of the standing signs that named the event to her.

  “Wait, no! What? This was today?” She turned a baleful gaze up at Tess. “We missed the summer one, so I was gonna tell Raf about this one. But I thought it was like–next month!” She gestured with both arms towards the banner sign. “Free concert! VMO! Tess! I’m so upset!”  Dropping her arms to her side, Margie slouched under the weight of her disappointment. “This woulda been a perfect birthday gift for him. Why did I think it was in February?”

  Tess’s hand came down gently upon the top of Margie’s head in a placating pat-pat. At the same time, an unfamiliar man’s voice addressed them from the side.

  “Excuse me, Ma’am?”

  Glancing up, Margie watched the man approach, well dressed for the weather with a bright yellow and black jacket. “Genesis Security” was emblazoned in bold, white letters across the breast and shoulder. He wasn’t addressing her. The man’s gaze was locked firmly onto Tess.

  “Ma’am,” he repeated, “I've been instructed to show you to your seat, if you’ll please follow me.”

  “Woah...” Margie watched the guy's back as he began to lead the way forward through the plaza. "How does this keep happening to you?" It seemed that no matter where Tess went, there was always something special waiting for her. People treated her like a rock star, honored by her mere presence. Apparently, this was just another such instance.

 Shrug. Tess tapped on the shoulder of the security guard and locked eyes with him before pointing to Margie, then to herself, and then back to Margie again.

  With a nod, the guard responded, “I don't see why not. But let's hurry. Show's half done by now.”

  The guard made haste, Tess kept in stride, and Margie was forced to shuffle quite swiftly in order to keep up. As she did so, her hands fumbled around in her pockets until they found her phone.

  “I should call Raf, maybe he can make it in time if he’s still at Hi-Note!” Neither Tess nor the guard in front of her said anything to discourage the thought, and so Margie hit his name in on quick-dial and waited for him to pick up.

  Instead, she was immediately met with the robotic voice of his service provider.

  With a small groan of disappointment, Margie lowered her phone to send a text message, muttering under her breath, “Why is your phone turned off, you wiener?”

  The two of them were led through the well populated venue towards the very frontmost row of seating, where Tess was presented with two vacant seats.

  “Oh,” Margie took her seat next to Tess, “Raf wouldn’t have been able to sit with us, anyways.”

  Perhaps sensing the tinge of melancholy in her voice, Tess reached over to wrap an arm around Margie’s shoulders and pulled her in close. With a sigh, Margie nestled herself cozily against Tess and made the conscious effort to shift her attitude and appreciate the free show with her ever patient girlfriend. It was thanks to Tess that she got to see this performance at all–and with that thought, Margie was able to replace her disappointment for failing their day’s objective with thankfulness towards the present moment.

  The orchestra played an enjoyable, eclectic selection of compositions, most of which Margie couldn’t name. Perhaps the only one she properly recognized was the Star Wars theme, which stood out somewhat comedically against the others–all of which she had assumed to be classical pieces. 

  The final piece–or rather, what was presented as the final piece–was no doubt Tchaikovsky. She knew Tchaikovsky. Just…not well enough to name his compositions. But this was definitely him! To her ears, everything sounded beautiful. Had Raf been there, he might have identified nuances in the performance, both good and bad, highlighting them to her so that she might be able to notice them, too. There was a shared enjoyment between them for that kind of thing. In contrast, Tess was a remarkably stoic and quiet person to sit with when it came to anything involving live music. Her enormous, dark eyes stared unblinking as she listened; transfixed by the intricate braiding of sounds. Her long, lithe fingers twirled themselves repeatedly into the stray curls of Margie’s hair. It was a tiny, thoughtless, but comfortingly intimate gesture. Despite the best efforts of the late January weather, Magritte felt remarkably warmed.

  Tchaikovsky came to an end, and both she and Tess contributed to the roar of applause that persisted even as the musicians stood to leave, abandoning their instruments on the stage.

  Keeping with the applause, Margie leaned towards Tess’s ear. “Sit tight, there’s prolly gonna be a–oop, yep!”

  Her statement was confirmed before she even had time to finish saying it, as the musicians quickly emerged to retake their seats on the stage. As they did, Margie stopped clapping, waiting to hear if their encore was a song she could identify. As the rest of the applause died down, two additional figures took position onto the stage; a trio of previously absent musicians took positions on the stage. Or, at least–if they had been present previously, they were on entirely different instruments, now. Three electric guitars, one of which was a bass.

  Margie squinted at the rightmost guitarist and her bumblebee-yellow Kramer. “Oh, woah–is that Naomi? Tess, you see her!?” She couldn’t help but pick up an applause with an exhilarated whoop at seeing a friendly face among the cast of talented strangers.

  It worked to catch Naomi’s attention, and Margie was rewarded with an acknowledging little wave, bright smile, and a thumbs up.

  Clasping her hands together, Margie leaned back in her seat with a delighted giggle. “That’s so cool, this is gonna be so good!”

  A blanket of quiet settled upon the venue, and after a moment's pause, the orchestra’s instruments sprang to life once more. The number opened with a swelling whirl of notes that immediately swept Margie’s imagination into the realm of Broadway romance. And then–

  She heard his voice.

  A pleasing falsetto that wove itself beautifully into the airy strings, Margie knew who she was hearing before he had even walked onto the stage. One note was all it took.

I got inspired to post cringe, I hope you like it lmaooo About a year prior to these events, Margie and Tess had accompanied Raf to a very emotionally turbulent trip to Monaco. It wasn't a vacation, and it wasn't what any of them would describe as particularly enjoyable...Perhaps some day, we'll learn more about what happened there and why he went. One thing that did happen, on a very desperate whim, is that Raf had asked Margie to marry him. No real proposal--something asserted on the spot, motivated more by fear than anything else. Margie said yes, of course--but only on the condition that he ask her again once they were settled back home in Vancouver. She said--promised--she wasn't going to bring it up again unless he brought it up first; that there was no pressure for him to repeat the question once he was feeling comfortable and secure again. It's just--he seemed too emotionally compromised for Margie to really accept the proposal as one that was offered to her with soundness of mind. And so--to ensure that it was something he actually meant--she would forget it was asked at all, until he brought it up again on his own accord upon their return to Canada. No need to any special occasion, now jewelry, none of that--just ask the same way he did in Monaco...but without the undercurrent of panic coloring his judgement. They returned from Monaco safe and sound, and neither Margie nor Raf breathed a word about the Monaco proposal. Margie assumed Raf forgot--or perhaps he had come to his better senses and no longer felt like his well being and safety relied on lawfully locking down their relationship together. As she had expected would be the case. On the other hand, Raf had waited two months to see if Margie would bring it up at all, or if she'd stick to her promise and release him from the obligation of following through. To him, it seemed like she had completely forgotten; ss though he had never asked her to marry him at all. Unbeknownst to her, he hadn't changed his mind. The fact that she wouldn't so much as even allude to it for his sake only imbued further confidence in his decision. She had been with him through hell and high water, she was there in all the ways she promised to be, she gave him the space and the grace he needed, carried him through some of his lowest days, and kept him safe when he was certain no one in the world ever could. She loved him during his worst days, and shouldered his worst behaviors only because she loved being with him. She never asked him for anything spectacular. She never wished to see him spend the limit of his resources on her. She only ever wished to enjoy things with him--and his enjoyment was a critical part of that desire. Over the several years they had been together, one thing became abundantly clear; Margie deserved every good thing he could grant her. Margie could be trusted to receive his best efforts and his greatest gifts without ruin. And for the first time in his life, he wanted to give those to someone--to her. Because it felt right. Because he'd love doing so. Because she fucking deserved it. Performances had become pretty comfortable for Raf by this point. He, Margie, and Tess had been doing them on the semi-regular before certain events dragged him back to Monaco. Even his post performance PTSD episodes--while still present--were far more manageable than they had ever been. He no longer plagued with week-long emotional lows that greatly overshadowed the euphoria of a great performance. Things just felt...more balanced.

Enough so that Raf decided his proposal to Magritte would, itself, be a performance. Planned and organized by him, with the help of Hi-Note. If he could organize an perform a concert as a gift for someone he loved--without succumbing to abject terror and paranoia at any point during the months of preparation--well... That kind of freedom over himself would be the best gift he's ever received. And so--he planned the performance/proposal for his birthday. Margie watched the last half of the orchestra concert with Tess, having no idea that Raf would be the encore act. Tess, of course, had been in on it as a collaborator. She knew the guard would address her for the seating--they had met prior as part of the preparations. She and Raf both knew that Margie wouldn't find anything suspect in the fact that Tess would be spontaneously offered some kind of V.I.P seating. Tess's ridiculous, ambiguous "celebrity status" had basically become a meme between them at this point. It wasn't unusual... It was all planned. And everything played out pretty well according to that plan. Once Raf too the stage, Tess pulled Margie out of her seat and led her to the stage (exchanging a thumbs-up with Nels along the way). Margie followed along in good fun. By this point, she knew shenanigans were afoot--and slipped into her role very agreeably once Nels confirmed that, yes, she's expected on the stage. She was happy to play along.

The dance she and Raf "perform" wasn't any choreographed thing. Rather, it's the same kind of lackadaisical dancing they'd often do in their livingroom at home haha. And then...there was no more performance...just overwhelm and joy and a lot of love...and Kirby rings lmaooo which made her even MORE overwhelmed. And then the rest of the night was just one big overjoyed, emotional blur. Okay, I've typed too much...this is all very silly, but I made it so you can have the whole bunch of it! Bonus: The next morning, they woke up with a terrible cold...and spent the entire day recovering in bed lmao

(happy birthday, Raf lmao).

[teardrop-scales]

does sun wukong get sick or does him being immortal prevent that?

Sun Wukong (x Reader) sick headcannons 💊

A.N: Not proofread, so sorry for any mistakes.

He can get sick imo.

Being immortal just means he can't die from the sickness and maybe that he's much more immune to most diseases.

Like, for example Wukong can't get a cold just from being too long outside during cold weather.

In order for him to get sick, he would have to be either under the effect of some artifact which causes sickness, or use his power too much + being out in the cold weather in the weakened state. You know, something along those lines.

Generally, it is possible for Sun to get sick but it's very rare and hard to achieve, thankfully.

But if The Monkey King somehow manages to get sick, it can go two ways:

One, he brashes it off. Keeps saying he's fine (he's not) and refuses to take medicine or rest, excusing himself that he has many duties and things to take care of and "doesn't have time to be sick". You guys have a whole argument to the point you're yelling at Wukong to go to bed. Usually after a lot of begging from you and from exhaustion he gives up after a while and lets you take care of him.

Two, he becomes a total drama queen instantly. Acts like he's dying just because he wants you to take care of him. Granted, if Wukong gets sick, it's not just a common, mild cold; it's usually quite bad, fever, runny nose, head pains and basically everything that can hurt, hurts. You roll your eyes when he dramatically claims that he's dying, because you both know he can't die, but you still do your best to take care of him and help him recover. You know he will be fine in the end, but you can't help but always worry about Wukong when he's in that state. He's your precious Sunshine and you hate seeing him in pain.

That doesn't mean however that he doesn't annoy and irritate you. Wukong is a pain in the ass when sick.

Will be very iffy and will pout if he has to take any medicine which isn't at least fruit flavored, at best peach flavored. This frustrates you to no end; do they even make peach flavored syrup?!

You have to give medication to him. Wukong won't remember to take it himself. Though you have a theory that secretly he just likes it when you give it to him like a mother would to a little kid.

The other monkeys on the mountain will often sit by his bed. You think it's very sweet how worried they always are about their king when he's sick. They will also usually alert you if Wukong decides to get up from the bed or do something stupid, which you are very grateful for of course.

Wukong demands cuddles most of the time when he's sick. Don't worry, his immortality somehow prevents you from catching whatever he has. So you happily oblige.

He is, understandably, more grumpy than usual, but he still really appreciates the effort you put in helping him recover, so even though his head hurts and sometimes he feels so bad he wishes he could die, Wukong still tries his best to be nice to you, smile at you and even assure you that he feels quite fine despite it being a lie.

You guys watch a lot of movies, cartoons and whatever in Sun's bed- that is how you spend most of the time during his sickness, except for the times when you have to cook and give your monkey boyfriend his meds. You also read some books to him out loud sometimes or even sing something quietly if he asks you for it.

Thankfully, Sun's sicknesses never last long. A three days or so usually.

[choccyhearts]

there's just something that warms my heart thinking about argyle in the autumn...

as the weather gets chillier and the leaves get darker, your sweet argyle knows just how to celebrate the change in seasons.

he goes with you to a local farm to pick out various vegetables and flowers. helps carry what you pick out and helps you reach the apples wayyy high up. he's just so excited to make numerous tasty dishes with you.

he definitely loves a nice, tall glass of apple cider. he likes making it himself and trying other people's recipes. he also loves a good apple pie, especially one made with love by either his mother or you.

lets you draw the faces on the pumpkins while he carves them. he has a decent amount of muscle under those baggy shirts of his, so he's more than happy to make your designs come to life.

also obviously, he's going to make a pipe out of a pumpkin, it's so festive!

loves to go on walks through the forest with you. if you bring along a book or guide that details the various seasonal creatures and plants he'll point out everything he sees. he'll take a moment to appreciate whatever leaf, stick, or insect that intrigues him before moving along. he just floats along beside you, high as a kite, enjoying his day.

he'll also set up a picnic for the two of you doing his best to make it perfect. he tries too hard to perfect it and accidentally messes up a few things but it's alright! you appreciate his hard work and effort as you nosh on the delicious dishes he's prepared while perched right beside him. every once in a while the sun will hit his face just right and his choclate syrup eyes will shine various shades of brown. those are the moments you take the time to appreciate him and his beauty.

he helps you put up your halloween decorations. it's his unofficial job to help everyone in his life put up holiday decorations and he's fine with that. he enjoys halloween but it isn't his favorite holiday -- his favorite is 4/20, followed by easter (because he LOVES jelly beans and peeps)

he'll also offer to help with dia de los muertos decorating if you celebrate it. it's one of the few times you'll find argyle dead serious. it's a very personal holiday to him and for all the grief there's so much good that comes along. he encourages his friends to join in the festivities because everyone has someone they miss and those are the moments when you need community.

quick tonal switch; he's so the type of guy to try going trick or treating despite being a giant. he just wants to see if it'll work -- he'll just toss a sheet over his head and say he had an early growth spurt...shockingly it doesn't work. but don't worry, el and will share their halloween treats with him (despite both of them teasing him for begging for free candy while having a source of income).

and lastly, the thought that spurred me to write this;

just cuddled up on a log next to him, both of you cradling mugs of hot chocolate. he makes it himself and always adds extra marshmallows for you. a bonfire glows brightly, embers and sparks going where the wind takes them. you're both bundled under a large blanket, and you set your head gently on his shoulder.

if you could spend every night with him, warm and fuzzy inside, you would. you would listen to him retell stories he's told multiple times again because he tells them so well you don't mind. you would discourage him from trying to light his joint with the large open flame again because it impresses you a little when he retreats his head away at lightning speed once you catch him, thankfully not on fire and his joint lit successfully. you would listen to the same 5 songs he knows on his acoustic guitar again because he plays them beautifully. you would layer his sweatshirt over yours when you get cold again because it's the little gestures like that that warm your heart and show how much he cares. you'd relive it all again every night if you could.

but you'll settle with having autumn argyle with you for three months out of the year...

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Everyone loves some good ol' riding double on a horse with injured whumpee; what about a modern take on the trope with whumpee slumped against their friend on the back of a motorcycle? I can picture your secret agent characters making their escape that way after a mission gone wrong

Yes, yes, yes !!! Now I need to draw that! Thanks for the idea Anon !! :D

101 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

#4

I was thinking about the hidden injury trope lately and you know what's equally good? The opposite of that: Whumpee being open and honest about their injuries. They're aware they're gonna need to bother Caretaker, but they also know that dealing with their injuries on their own is a bad idea. If things get worse, it's gonna make Caretaker's job more complicated eventually.

106 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#3

When the weather gets colder, Birb people migrate to their secondary home in a warmer place. But due to Birb's condition and the fact he's still in hiding, they have to stay in Caretaker's primary home. Birb's immune system isn't what used to be after what he's been through. He often gets sick, especially now that it gets cold outside. While it's nothing too serious, being sick is never a pleasant experience for Birb, but thankfully for him, he has always Caretaker by his side.

213 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

#2

FEBUWHUMP 2022 DAY 13: won’t regain consciousness

342 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Everything is alright now

588 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

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[blahandwhatever]

Inner and Outer Weather Report

Spring got going early this year, and I'm slowly trying to adjust from a winter hibernation mode I still don't feel quite ready to emerge from. Every year, I feel less and less of the dissatisfactions with winter I used to feel, less and less of the aversion to its onset, less and less hurry for it to end. There's always enough to be immersed in at home, and I never get through all the things I'd like to.

Weather-wise, this winter was exceptionally mild - almost alarmingly so for a while. Lot of warmer house clothes I hardly got a chance to wear because it just didn't get that cold in here. The heavy-duty winter boots I got so much use out of a few years ago hardly got any wear either. Once again, I never really got around to the snowy walks and activities I always hope to do more of - but there truly was so little snow. Then there were these periods of fog and humidity - the fog, kind of dreamy; the humidity, deeply weird combined with the cold.

In retrospect, the winter months are rarely the most memorable ones, yet I do think the healing and reconstituting and internal focus they provide abundant space for are important, and help set me up for a good rest of the year.

On the inside, things have mostly been good, with some ups and downs like always, and more chemical mysteries to unravel.

A while back, I had a weird period of those intense high-blood-pressure-like feelings and looking like shit. I'd experienced this before both when I'd run out of magnesium and when I'd taken too much iron at once. I was also having unusually frequent eye twitches. By this point, I was regularly supplementing magnesium again, as well as calcium; there was a possibility of excess calcium, but it didn't seem likely, given that the dose I was taking was pretty modest. Was it possible that my iron supplementation journey had finally reached a turning point? I decided to cease the supplements and see.

For the first few days, I felt a little better. Then I started feeling worse, and slowly, low-iron symptoms began to appear. Cautiously, I got back on the supplements, and things improved. I felt relieved the iron didn't seem to be the culprit - it had been so indispensable for years, I was nervous about the idea of stopping it, and skeptical that it was already time when I'd still been so sensitive to messing up my supplementation schedule not long ago.

Decided to drop the calcium instead and, temporarily, yogurt too. It was hard to see myself getting too much calcium overall, but then, I do take vitamin D, which increases its absorption. I started getting back to normal, and for a while, I felt pretty good.

Then in the past week, I started getting some low-blood-pressure feelings, feeling a bit lightheaded, having weird headaches, getting a bit of the old orthostatic hypotension, which I hadn't had in forever. And this seemed to get worse after I'd take my magnesium. Finally I ended up with the symptoms that made me start supplementing calcium to begin with: lot of numbness and tingling, increased clumsiness, trouble getting to sleep. For a couple of days, I had some unusually depressive/melancholy feelings for these times.

So I added the calcium back. And slowly, I've been getting back to normal.

Now I'm back to where I started, and I've learned nothing, other than reconfirming that I need the supplements I'm taking. I haven't quite fallen back into the bad states that started all this, so we'll see. I don't know if there are other possible culprits among the supplements I take, or if something else caused this.

Other than that, the only real sources of destabilization have been the good old parents and the good old money troubles. But none of it affects me intensely for long. The parents, I can't be bothered to stress about much anymore, and thankfully there isn't anything too intense going on with them these days. And the money - well, I do stress here and there, but life goes on; I've always gotten through these times somehow.

Work is still slow at the main job, compensated for only partially by work from other jobs, mostly also low-paying ones.

Friday my landlord texted me to pressure me a little about catching up on the rent I've slowly and steadily been catching up on, and let me know she'd be increasing the rent in June - if that's not okay with me, I can move out.

And just. What a thought. Yeah, I'm going to suddenly drop the life I've built here and turn all my near-future plans upside down because you're raising the rent in less than two months.

By this point, I am so deeply entrenched here, and have invested so much in this place both financially and emotionally, that the idea that this place is hers and not mine - hers to take away from me at will - feels viscerally wrong.

Yeah, I'll pay the damn rent. It's not an exorbitant increase, at least. And the fact that it could be feels criminal. The fact that people can, and do, just... lose their homes... feels criminal.

Been feeling some of the old outrage about the intolerably cruel joint forces of worker exploitation, price gouging, and absolute mercilessness about people not being able to fucking afford things. Sometimes you really have to remind yourself that the way things work in this country is actually insane, because god it's so easy to grow complacent, especially when times are good.

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

HC: Old Physical Injuries

Huaisang has two injuries that regularly pains him. Both of them were directly or indirectly caused by Mingjue. If the lingering pain is physical or psychological is unknown (perhaps both). His cultivation isn't great, but it should've healed the injuries fully.

The first injury is that of his hands. When MIngjue burnt Huaisang's collections, he tried to save some of his porcelain items and grabbing those straight from the fire burnt his hands raw. Even after all these years, his skin still has paler patches on his hands. During cold or sudden changes in weather, his hands starts to ache or go numb. Often they also change colour, either ashen or bluish. On occasions, they can also swell, but that's usually only during extreme cold.

The second injury is one he got from Mingjue during his qi deviation. The cut to his arm. Thankfully it was just a cut, but it did injure both muscles and nerves (well the radial nerve to be more exact) as well as a hairline fracture to his humerus. It all healed with time, but if he uses his arm too much or, once again, during cold weather, his arm starts to ache (especially from elbow and down) and he gets some difficulties using it (especially his wrist and pincer grip).

Both injuries seem to react to stress as well. He is also very self-conscious about these old injuries. If they had another history, he would probably whine and complain whenever they flare up, but since they're connected to his brother's illness and death, he prefers to not mention them. Prefer to not even think about them, about what happened.

[solecean]

So, he was the stand-offish type, one that she'd dealt with quite well before. Kokomi just smiles and starts decorating the tree on her own now. "It's a little boring to just look though, isn't it?" An ornament is held out toward him and she waits for him to take it. He doesn't, of course, at first but thankfully Kokomi's stubborn enough to wait until he gives in. "It might brighten your mood if you give it a try." Saying so, she inches forward ever so slightly, as if to give him more incentive to take the bright red circle-shaped ornament out of her hand and place it on the tree.

"I've never heard of a holiday like it, but I also don't get to travel as much as I'd like." she shrugs, "So I was right…you're from Teyvat, too." Judging from his style of dress, was likely to be Inazuman too. And while that doesn't bother her, it's his lack of warm attire that gives her pause. "And you…strangely aren't dressed for the weather," Nor did he seem affected by it either. It made her curious, but of course, she wouldn't pry. Instead, she sets her attention back to the tree. "Aren't you even a little cold?"

🎐 Why was he here again? The question rung in Wanderer's head as he navigated the venue, peering at the trees of others but never settling down to work on one himself. Nahida believed that participating in the festivities would somehow be good for him. He disagreed with that assumption, but he really had nothing else to do. Of all the events he could have participated in this was probably one of the more harmless.

"Hmph." There had been something that had caught his eye midst the crowds. A woman carrying a Hydro Vision working on her own tree. He knew who she was from the intelligence he had received with the Fatui back when he had been involved with the operation back in his home nation. Sangonomiya Kokomi. The Divine Priestess and leader of the people of Watatsumi Island and the woman who had led the charge against his erring mother.

Not that he cared about that.

She approached him before he could react for some reason. Had she noticed his Vision? Or perhaps because he looked Inazuman? "Who said I'm even decorating one? I'm just looking." Her initial attempt at striking up a conversation was immediately shot down. "It isn't celebrated anywhere in Teyvat but I'd assume there are holidays like it. Who knows?" He didn't really care. He was only engaging in small talk because he'd been asked to entertain the idea more.

[otomeomegaverse]

hello! do you have any hcs for the twst dorm leaders’ alphas comforting them when they’re sick? do they let them in their nest, are they needy for attention? i bet azul would be so cute <3

Ah, this prompt is pretty fitting seeing as I am a little under the weather 😅.

Also I apologize for how long this took omg!

Anyways without further adeu:

Omega!Dorm Leaders letting their Alpha take care of them when they are sick~

Riddle Rosehearts:

🌹- He hates- no, he LOATHES being sick or unwell. It is bad enough that every few months he has to deal with a heat that he isn't used to thanks to past inhibitors, but being sick meant even more time missed that he could be using for his studies. But he has a fever, his nose is running and he is fairly exhausted, there wouldn't be much that he could do in that moment.

🌹- Riddle spends most of the time he is sick either in bed or in his nest working on some homework sheets that Cater or Trey brought for him. He wouldn’t want anyone to fret over him too much, but his Alpha is insisting that they help take care of him. Riddle protests, but his words fall on deaf ears, his Alpha stated they would be there for him on a whim no matter what.

🌹- It didn't take long for Riddle to start calling for his Alpha to come and take care of him, and by that I do mean whimpering out and overall whining for his mate. He didn't need anything much other than some idle cuddles and his Alpha to be by his side. He tried not to make a habit of calling for his Alpha too much, but it just felt nice having them close by…

Leona Kingscholar:

🦁- Leona is very much a "sleep it off" kind of person when he is feeling under the weather. Got a sprain? Eh just keep your arm/leg up and don't move around too much. Common cold? Sleep and rest up. He doesn't do much when he is sick and he is alright with that.

🦁- Now when his Alpha insists on taking care of him when sick, Leona doesn't turn them down, but he doesn't exactly say he needs help either. He just wants to sleep more than anything else, so as long as the Alpha doesn’t disturb him too much he’s fine.

🦁- Leona finds it relaxing whenever his Alpha strokes his hair, gets him some soup or overall spoils the Omega when he’s sick. He would chuckle to himself, thinking that he could enjoy being sick more often if it meant that his mate would be there taking care of him.

Azul Ashengrotto:

🐙- Oh Great Seven help Azul’s poor Alpha. Azul is, by definition, *very* needy when he is feeling unwell. He is lying in his bed, shivering and whining for the twins or his mate more often than not, also constantly worrying about the state of the lounge without him there.

🐙- His Alpha tries their best to assure the Omega, saying the lounge is in capable hands and that he should just focus on getting the needed rest and sleep he needs to fee better. So Azul decides to at the very least have his Alpha near him, whining for them to be close by and saying it will make him feel better.

🐙-Thankfully this works for the Omega, his mate lying next to him and cuddling Azul, making sure he has soup when needed and of course plenty of blankets to keep warm. The Octavinelle leader was thankful that the other stayed close to him, purring softly and managing to sleep a bit easier so long as the Alpha was close by.

Kalim AlAsim:

🦦-Kalim initially just tries to play things off like he is okay, but will ultimately give in and admit that he is feeling unwell. The omega whines out for Jamil and his Alpha, wanting them to be close to him. Jamil is mostly there just to bring his homework to keep up with and that’s it.

🦦-The Alpha will pull Kalim into their lap and gently stroke his hair, holding him close as he tries to comfort the Omega. Kalim just whimpers and curls up against them, trying to feel better in any way. He apologizes for getting sick and thinks that he is being a burden, but the Alpha assures him that they are happy to be there for their mate.

🦦- Kalim will fall asleep against his Alpha, the other now needing to stay completely still so to not wake the sleeping Omega. When Jamil returns from classes he will see that both Kalim and his Alpha are fast asleep in his nest, both resting soundly. He silently hopes that the Alpha doesn’t get sick along with his dorm leader.

Vil Schoenheit:

🪞-Vil is annoyed that he managed to fall ill, immediately calling for Rook to gather his mate and get him some supplies to feel better. It was a good thing he was prepared with routines for any situation, he wasn’t about to let himself fall out of his skin care regimens.

🪞-When his mate arrived, he mostly just wished for them to be close by, he didn’t ask for much while he was sick. The omega was thankful to have the Alpha near him during these times however, purring lightly and holding their hand gently.

🪞-The one thing that Vil did ask, was if the Alpha could spend the night with him. He was surprised when the Alpha said yes, wanting to make sure that their mate was comfortable during recovery. Vil was grateful that their mate decided to stay, already feeling a bit better with them.

Idia Shroud:

💀-Idia doesn’t get sick too often, but when he does? Hoo boy… It is bad. Ortho contacted the Alpha immediately once he realized his brother was ill, hoping they could come and try and convince Idia to rest in his bed and focus on getting better.

💀-The Alpha needed to physically pick Idia up and bring him to his nest, the Omega whining out and trying to fight the fact that he was unwell. Though ultimately when he felt himself get light headed he gave in and let the Alpha and Ortho take care of him until he was well enough again.

💀-His mate gently spoke to Idia, making sure that he knew that they were going to help him until he was feeling better. This made the Omega smile a bit, he almost felt like he picked a sappy romance route in a game, Either way he would definitely be purring around his Alpha afterwards.

Malleus Draconia:

🐉-Malleus hates feeling unwell, especially when it is an illness that affects Fae folk more than humans. He spends his day hauled up in his room, refusing to let anyone other than Lilia in, of course the latter would insist on calling for his Alpha, Malleus would rather not have them see him in such a state.

🐉- Lilia insisted, stating he would feel much better once his Mate were by his side. Sure enough, the Alpha came right away, bringing Malleus a few things to make him feel a bit more comfortable. The Omega appreciated the gesture, and allowed the Alpha to stay for the time being.

🐉-His Alpha caught Malleus up on anything that he missed for classes, brought some palatable food so he didn’t get more sick form Lilia’s cooking, and brought extra blankets that contained the Alpha’s scent. The Omega smiled and watched as the Alpha fret over him and take care of him while he was sick. Finally Malleus just motioned his mate over to him, simply wanting to snuggle and be close to the Alpha for a while… He wanted to be close to his mate after all.

[hanazou]

matching onesies with him.

Books : Dazai | Chuuya | Oda

Shelf : Mixed

Genre : Fluff, domestic

Note : I did this of my own accord because I am, in fact, a softie

Dazai Osamu

This clingy crackhead.

Dazai will be the first to come up with the idea. It's actually a random one and he asked it so spontaneously, he doesn't expect you to actually say yes.

"Sure, why not?" You agreed.

He's both surprised and elated, and he didn't hide this reaction at all.

"Oh, darling!" He wrapped a hug around your neck. "You always revive my heart with your love!"

You both will be enthusiastic about picking the onesies and agree to surf the net instead of looking from shop to shop since Dazai is under the supervision of a certain angry Kunikida

It almost feels like babysitting. Not that you hate it right? Should you get an identical pair with different sizes? Or complementary ones?

Dazai will call the customer service to ask if they have black crow onesies since crows represent death in some cultures. The response is obviously no and it's obvious that the customer service was confused.

"That's a shame," Dazai whined disappointedly, shoulders dropping. "Wouldn't it be both cute and poetic if we had a double suicide while wearing matching crow onesie? Two achievements in one!"

At that point you wouldn't even be surprised anymore. You will just take the phone away from him to apologise and thank the customer service. You have to convince Dazai that you won't find a onesie of that kind

"Wait, don't tell me," You stared at him. "The reason you want to get onesies is just to wear a matching crow pair?"

"Is it?" He grinned mischievously. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but I just want to match with you."

Other ADA members will wonder what you and Dazai were doing, Kunikida the most. He isn't exactly curious, more like suspicious. What's that good-for-nothing Dazai up to now?

Eventually you find a pair of identical ones. Kind of rare designs too! Guess what?

Crabs! In red! The little eyes on the hood!

It will take less than a week for the onesies to arrive in a small box. When it does Dazai will pull out a cutter so energetically Atsushi will think he's going to pull a suicide attempt with it

"AAH! Dazai-san! No!"

Nothing will happen aside from Dazai stabbing the box (while making sure he doesn't cut the onesies inside. he's good with blades, ex Port Mafia and all)

The crab pincers for your hands are soft like mittens and so smooth???? Imagine sweaterpaws but with crab pincer mittens (!!)

It will take everything in you to stop Dazai from wearing it that instant since a client Fukuzawa talked about will be coming. You will need Atsushi's help to take it off him but let's not talk about it

Both of Dazai's legs are already in the onesie too..

It seems like Kyouka wants one. Yosano and Naomi will tell Atsushi to buy the girl one and match with her

When Dazai and you go home together, he will be so excited to wear the onesies immediately. Dazai will be light on his feet.

And when you finally put yours on? Pictures. Dazai will take lots of pictures of you. You're a piece of art and he wants pictures so he can recall the image anytime

"Oh, dearest~ How is it possible for you to be so cute?" He began his dramatic poses, a hand over his head while spinning like a ballet dancer.

You both will take a lot of couple pictures.

"Love, you are so adorable I want to eat you!"

"Is it me who's cute or the crab?" You teased back.

When Dazai makes a troubled expression to answer your question, you will have to pinch him 💢

If you can cook crab soup, wouldn't it be funny to make and eat one with Dazai while wearing crab onesies? He will be so clingy when you do it, like an old school married couple; when you cook, he'll be bugging you while hugging from behind. It feels cozy, don't blame him

You have to be keen with your eyes so you won't miss Dazai secretly pouring ajinomoto to the soup. Get him a healthier diet, I'm begging you.

"Look, the crab is red like us." He pointed at the soup. "And like your face when I do this." He took advantage of you turning your head to peck your cheek.

He will also pinch your nose with his pincer mitten. "Boop!" It's a challenge. Boop his nose back.

You think he's already as clingy as he can be, huh? Wrong. You are absolutely wrong. If he previously sticks around you like a magnet, this time he's glued to you.

Even in the shared living space, he won't let you go. Is it the softness of the onesie under his touch, the warmth, or your cuteness? Well, it's all of them. What then?

Snuggles.

You both cuddle together in the futon until falling asleep together. You feel twice as warm.

He's the big spoon, let him feel the smoothness of the onesie while feeling your heat. And for once, the double suicide joke stopped for the rest of day. That's how much this impacts him, and you're proud of him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Matching with Chuuhuahua in a onesie? You lucky fella.

You have to be the one initiating it with Chuuya. Baby boy will be like "Eeh?" at first. He's not against it at all but more like, confused. The request is out of the blue

"Come on, why not?" You tilt your head. "It will feel so soft to cuddle with?"

That's it, that's the spell for him to agree

Mans is a Port Mafia executive, you can't go out from shop to shop in a mall to get your onesie with his schedule, so you have to settle with online shopping with this guy too

Only when he has time to spare from beating up people

You will sit together on a couch at the headquarters once Chuuya and you don't have missions. It's a good chance to relax and unwind together too

Chuuya knows best where to find clothes, including onesies. There are so many options! Dinosaurs, frogs, bears, Sanrio characters, Doraemon, Pikachu, Line characters, pandas, unicorns, penguins!! (I should stop fantasizing Chuuya in each of them)

Chuuya will act cool and chill about it at first, but he actually got invested in choosing and thankfully he isn't a crackhead unlike a certain someone

He has a good fashion sense I don't accept criticism, and this side of him will jump out while both of you scroll the catalogue. He nails both street wear and mafia outfits daily, so you can bet he'd pick the best onesies for you both

"This one doesn't suit you," He moved to the next option. "These are the only colours available? Pass.", "What's with the unnecessarily long tail?", "Oh maybe this? Wait, I don't like the stripes."

Of course, he will listen to your opinion too but since you feel he's better at this, you just either nod or shake your head with him

You have to be careful with your words when picking the size (this is much more valid if you're taller) or he'll go "I'm not that short!"

Kouyou and Mori (+ Elise) will catch you both on the couch together while browsing, comfy and all, and Kouyou asked what you two were doing. Chuuya's face will be as red as wine.

When you want to explain, his gloved hand will cover your mouth and he frantically shakes his head, screaming "Don't!" silently.

But alas, while you want to tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed of, Kouyou will take the phone from your hand with a curious grin and a "What's this~?"

Chuuya will just accept fate at that point, growling to himself and all

Kouyou and Mori won't expect to see a catalogue of onesies, apparently. The "Huh," on their faces are hilarious, and Mori will be instantly inspired to get a full set for his Elise-chan, much to her distaste.

While Mori and Elise are going at it, Kouyou will actually share her opinions. Chuuya will crawl out from his burrow of embarrassment and listen to her with you.

"Rather than identical ones, these would be much better. They have variety." Kouyou said. And you both will agree. You both have been eyeing a specific pair anyway

You both will decide to get complementary ones! Chuuya's will be a brown teddy and yours a white bunny! (Try googling Line's Brown and Cony, they're cute you won't regret it) Kouyou will totally agree with the decision.

When the package arrives, both of you will open it together. Chuuya's eyes for clothes are never wrong, the quality is immaculate. So warm and smooth, not a seam out of place.

Imagine the blush on Chuuya's face when you put on the white bunny onesie. The bunny ears on the hood! The fluffiness! His flustered face!

He will be slightly hesitant to put his own on, but when he does, you swear you can die from the cuteness. Want to see more cuteness? Tease him about it, and maybe he'll tickle you down until you're too breathless to tease him.

Chuuya doesn't want to say it explicitly but it does feel really comfortable, it's suitable for winters too.

As usual, Chuuya will be the big spoon. You will melt into his warmth and the smoothness of his onesie, and you can tell he's enjoying it too, from the way he'll drag his hand all over you to feel the smooth fabric

"It's a good thing we listened to ane-san's suggestion, hm?" You asked. "I didn't exactly like the matching penguin pairs."

"Yeah, this isn't bad at all." Chuuya admitted, snuggling his chin into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm."

Oda Sakunosuke

First off I'm Odasaku's lover before I'm anything else.

When the weather gets cold, it's your idea to get onesies for the kids. They could use some cute onesies to sleep in.

Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, Odasaku will have time to spare to go shopping with you. Being the handyman of Port Mafia has its good sides, after all.

The atmosphere is identical to a date! You both meet up at evening after work, have a simple dinner first, then start the shopping. Shopping for the kids' onesies with him makes you feel like a parent doesn't it?

Odasaku and you will make sure not to pick flimsy, thin, or rough ones. Only the best for the kids. Both of you put your keen eyes to use, examining every considered piece

Odasaku and you will definitely discuss whether to get five identical or different ones. After considering that the kids have different personalities, choosing different pieces will sound more ideal. You both will grant them the liberty of picking themselves.

"We just have to make sure they don't fight over it." Odasaku said.

Lion, dinosaur, piglet, panda, and penguin. That's what you both will choose!

Odasaku is a man who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, so you relied on his eyes when it comes to him. You will see love and sincerity. He picks each piece with careful consideration.

The store clerk will throw an unexpected (yet clichéd shoujo) question at you both. "You picked such good choices. We have sets for adults too, why not match with your children?"

Odasaku and you will widen your eyes. First of all, parents? And match? Both of you stare at each other in confusion. Should you get two get a pair for yourselves?

"Why not?" Odasaku eventually said.

Odasaku's will be a brown dog and yours a white cat (remember that one official art of Odasaku with puppy ears? <3)

Odasaku and you will immediately visit the kids and give them their onesies. Their excitement in picking one for their own made you smile, and you can see the joy in Odasaku's eyes when the kids thanked him and you. He doesn't smile, but you don't need him to just to know he's glad his children love your pick. The way he pats their heads already speaks volumes of love.

Thankfully no kid wrestled to get what they want. You were especially concerned Kousuke will compete with someone

Odasaku will bring a secondhand polaroid he once bought at Yokohama's flea market to take pictures of the kids. You will herd the children to gather for the picture while Odasaku looked for the right angle in the other side of the room.

"Why don't you stay there for the picture too?" Odasaku asked you, half of his face behind the camera.

You kneel behind the kids and put your hands on Sakura and Yuu's shoulders, the ones who stood on the far left and right. That much is enough to warm Odasaku's heart, but when you too, smile for the camera, he freezes for a while to take the sight with his eyes

The picture comes out nicely. You will end up convincing Odasaku to take more but with him in it, together, all seven of you. You would need the curry diner owner's help to take the picture

"Sakunosuke, smile, will you?" You held his shoulder while you both kneeled behind the kids for the picture. He would be a little stunned

He smiles, but it was faint. Nevertheless, you recognise the content in his eyes in the photo, and it's enough.

When it's just the two of you in the living quarters, you will have to remind Odasaku that he too, bought a onesie. He will gladly put it on him since you look so eager, he's curious how it feels too

Your heart stops when he put on the hood with the puppy ears. You will have to fight back the urge to attack him with cuddles right there and then when his confused and innocent face matches the onesie so much!

"You're adorable," You smiled half teasingly, taking in the look of confused Odasaku who looked down at his onesie. The weight of the material felt right, it's like a cozy blanket.

"Try to put yours on," He says. When you did, his heart also missed a beat. The kitten ears on your head! The pure snowy white on you!

Odasaku is a bear hugger and when he hugs you, his embrace will feel tighter than usual. It's no surprise, he likes you and cats, and the way you interacted with the kids that day played tricks on his heart. You hug him back and ruffle his head while he mumbles his thank-you's at you

That night's sleep will be filled with nothing but cuddles of love and adoration. Yes, Odasaku is the big spoon, but you will also hold his arms tighter around you as you both drift into the night, chatting about life.

[renaroo123]

Daisies and Daffodils

(Not my GIF OBV, and yes its from Tick Tick! Boom, but this is Peter’s vibe within my story )

TASM!Peter ParkerX TASM MJ. Eventual NWH spoilers but this part is NWH spoiler free!

16+ is recommended due to talks of depression, anxiety and potentially (eventual) suggestive themes. but as of now this work is SFW!

Word count : 2K

Peter Parker was not ready to move on, despite Aunt May, and others in his life pushing him to do so. He'd tried once but it completely blew up in his face.

But a run in with someone from his past could throw everything off balance.  Setting him down the path that had always been meant for him.

A/N: So hi everyone. This is my first stab at writing any type of Fan fiction in years. But No way home really inspired me to write again. I won't promise any regular updates but this most likely will not be a One and done.

Also the first half of the title will be evident in a moment but the second half isn't. Daffodils are symbolic of Rebirth and new beginnings. So it's going to be very fitting

As always comments are welcome, and constructive feedback as well. Thank you all for your patience. I hope you enjoy it :)

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Gripping the daisies in his hand Peter Parker walked through the trodden path of the cemetery.  He'd never been the most comfortable in Christian cemeteries but his comfort was the least important thing to him right now.

Daisies were hard to find this time of year, as it was still too cold for them to grow naturally in New York

But they were her favourite. And after all it was her birthday.

Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy.

Beloved Daughter, Sister and friend.

1996-2014

In the years since her death he must have read her name a million times. He'd memorized  every line in the marble, each weathered scratch from the harsh winters and even how the black paint in the carving of her name has started to grey over the years

Yet it never got easier.

Thankfully he never encountered anyone visiting her. It was a crowded yet quiet place where he could be alone with himself and just talk.

"Hey Gwen" he said, taking in a steading breath. "I know it's been awhile since I've come to see you, but I brought your favourites"

Brushing the snow from the small vase in front of the stone, he placed the flowers inside.

"Hopefully they'll last awhile. The last ones blew away from the wind."  

And there he sat, rambling about his life (not that it had been terribly exciting), talking about nothing. Praying that somehow, she could actually still hear him and it wasn't just for nothing.

".. and of course May is still trying to set me up with her co-workers. She had let me be perpetually single for a while. But I think she's getting antsy for Grandchildren. I swear she'll never–"

He was suddenly cut off by a familiar voice that made him freeze.

"Peter? Dear is that you? What are you doing here" the woman said, surprised.

There were only two women who had ever called him dear like that, and his mother had been gone for many years. So it had to be Mrs. Stacy.

Peter quickly looked over his shoulder, and offered a polite smile. "Hello Mrs. Stacy. It's good to see you." He stood up and brushed off his pants as he continued.

"I was just here visiting her, and giving her her favourite flowers" gesturing to the vase near his feet. "I always bring them with me when I visit"

"Peter dear, I know it's been awhile since we've seen each other but after all we've been through I've told you you can call me Helen." She gave a sad smile, yet moved closer putting a comforting hand on his arm, before continuing "I didn't expect you here. I thought I was the only one who still came. Even the boys don't come with me anymore"

That made his heart twinge. In more ways than one.

First of course in the obvious. The two of them being the only ones left to still visit Gwen Stacy.

Second because he felt bad he'd not seen Helen in so long. They'd grown close after Gwen passed it wasn't easy on either of them but especially for Helen. Having lost both her husband and daughter within two years of each other.

She'd been his rock for the first few months and years after, and Peter had been hers.Peter had truly begun to see her as more than his girlfriend's mother, really more like his own in some ways.

But just like the rest of his Peter Parker life he stopped caring, because the pain became too much.

So he'd thrown himself into working and Spiderman. Everything else stopped mattering.

Thirdly because the look of pity in her eyes cut him deep into his soul. Shuffling his feet he looked down, not able to hold her gaze any longer for fear the tears may come back again.

"I was coming myself to see her. She would have been 28 today" Helen said as she knelt down, placing her own small bouquet in the vase next to Peter's.

Peters' heightened senses told him that she was adding chrysanthemums to the vase. The smell of the mourning flower was unfortunately too familiar to the young man.

Despite his best efforts Peter could feel his eyes misting, as he saw Helen taking a moment and mouthing what he could only assume was a silent prayer for her daughter.

As she tried to rise he quickly helped her up. Offering his arm to steady her.  She'd accepted and rose to her feet, taking a step back from her daughter's head stone to admire their combined handy work.

She couldn't help but smile down, before looking over to Peter. "I hope you've been well dear, how did you do in your studies" the inquiry was genuinely placed and Peter could help but spill his every thought.

But before he could say too much, Helen interrupted. "Peter Dear, why don't we grab something to eat. Maybe some cake for her birthday. It's definitely too cold to be catching up outside"

Peter hesitated for a moment. Not wanting to fall back into caring too much again, for fear it may bring more heartache.

Hadn't he caused her enough by now?

But his gut told him to just accept. If for nothing else the (hopefully) free lunch (absolutely nothing to do with the fact he was still worried about Helen and how she had been coping these years). So the pair left Gwen behind and traveled the short distance to a cafe down the street.

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The catching up had been something Peter hadn't known he needed. Even though it had been nearly 7 years since he'd last seen Helen or the rest of the Stacy family, he felt at ease here with her.

He was glad to hear the boys were all doing well. Phil and Howard having graduated college and Simon just starting this past fall. It was comforting. Familiar.  

He caught her up on his own life. Mostly staying on safe topics like his work, Aunt May and his grad school.

But the comforting conversation didn't last as long as he'd hoped, as the inevitable questions came up.

" … I'm glad everything has been working out well for you dear. How has Adam been? Are you still seeing him? He was such a sweet boy"

That name made Peter's blood run cold and the chocolate cake he'd been enjoying turned bitter in his mouth. Adam had been his boyfriend for a short time about 2 ½ years after Gwen had died.

But his grief had inevitably broken them up. Even though he had liked Adam a lot, he had rushed into a relationship. Mostly at May's behest, she feeling he had to get out of the house. What a disastrous time that had been. It had truly started his complete downward spiral.

And he had been the only person Peter had been with other than Gwen. Even nearly 10 years on, her loss still haunted him almost daily. But thankfully May had stopped pressuring him as much after the messy break up with Adam.

"Adam and I actually broke up. Just before we fell out of touch actually. He was lovely but looking back I wasn't ready for that type of relationship. Honestly I don't know if I'll ever be"

Normally that would have been enough to make most people drop that, but it seemed Gwen had gotten her stubborn nature from her mother.  

Peter could see that sad look in her eyes, and he had a feeling he knew what was coming. She put her fork down on the napkin before she continued.

"Peter, honey you can't truly mean that. You're a young man. You shouldn't be throwing your life away for a girl you can't follow." Peter could tell those words hurt her to say, but irregardless she kept speaking "It's not healthy, and I know you loved my Gwen. Deeply. Honestly I would have loved to have you for a son-in-law, but I know Gwen would not want you living like this"

She had kept going but Peter couldn't hear anymore. The familiar feeling of disassociation nearly pulled him completely away from the cafe. He felt his stomach turning with anxiety, the rich cake he'd just eaten feeling like a rock in his belly.

He tried his best to politely interject but he feared  he may have come across rudely. "Helen, I know you mean well, but I can't." Despite his best effort his tears had started falling. Sniffling to try and compose himself he continued "how can I move on, I loved her so much. I wanted to marry her, move to England, have kids and grow old. I'd even been planning to get your blessing. Did she ever tell you? We had jokingly said if we had a son we'd call him George after her dad. She was my whole world, and it's my fault she's dead"

Helen had started crying herself now. Reaching into her handbag she pulled out tissues for them both, handing one to Peter.

"Peter, I know it's hard. But truly I know Gwen would hate to see you like this. She loved you deeply and would want you to have all those things, even if it wasn't with her."  Helen dabbed her eyes.

They must have looked like a spectacle in the corner of that cafe. Two people sitting and crying into their chocolate cakes and coffee. But it had been a long time coming.

"Gwendolyn would not want you to blame yourself dear, despite what you may think it wasn't your fault. I know it was your idea to explore that tower but in the end it was a tragic accident. It was no one's fault"

He'd almost forgotten the official version of what happened. The official story being that the two of them had been exploring the tower for a photoshoot for his portfolio, when Spiderman and Green Goblin ,(as he'd been dubbed) had their fight. And Gwen had gotten caught in the cross hairs. Spiderman was too late to save her.

Of course she had believed the version he'd told the police when it happened. A new wave of guilt and shame washed over Peter, knowing he couldn't tell her the truth of her only daughter's death.

Secrets and lying seemed to be the only thing he was good at.

"I know Helen, but it doesn't seem fair. How can I be happy when she wasn't allowed to." He snapped, though he immediately regretted it. By now there were people staring, giving them both strange looks. "Can we step out of here? The cafe is giving us weird looks" he said defeated wiping his face with the tissues.

Helen nodded and stood up, grabbing her coffee, and Peter followed behind her out the door, and onto the sidewalk.

"Unfortunately it's not fair honey, you both should have been able to have all those things you wanted and hoped for. But Gwen was taken from us. And we have to keep going forward." Her voice was full of emotion. "I know it will be difficult but I think you should try baby steps. Why don't you come over for dinner. I'm having Phil and his fiancé over Saturday after next, I'm sure they'd love to see you again. I'll l make branzino, I remember how much you enjoyed it"

Peter let out a small laugh at her obvious attempt at easing the tension. "I think that would be a nice step. Thank you for inviting me."

"Phil will be happy to see you, all the boys ask about you even after all these years. They really looked up to you Peter. I'll call your Aunt Mays with the details. But for now I have to be going."

Peter nodded and watched her walk away down the busy sidewalk.

'What have I gotten myself into?' he thought, sneaking through an alleyway to put on his suit. The only way to clear thoughts this heavy was to swing. Maybe take down a few petty criminals.

As fast as he'd changed Spiderman was once again flying through the tall buildings of New York.

Though the city he loved had no idea the heavy weight Peter Parker had just put onto himself. On top of everything else.

A/n #2: SO yeah thats it, tell me what you think 😅

[shinaus]

3K DRABBLE: HITOSHI SHINSO & 38

prompt: “letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt”

words: 869

a/n: this is unedited and not beta’d but the toshi hours do Not stop

It had been a while since the two of you had managed to get out on a date. Not only due to you being kept busy in work and having a sheer lack of free time — but dating a pro hero to boot. Even with your job being tedious, it's scheduled hours are nothing in comparison to the work of those fighting crime and protecting the world as you know it.

With the both of you having the same weekend off in who knows how long, you had decided that enough was enough. You would be taking Hitoshi out on a date and nothing was going to stop you, getting some alone time together and spending time doing what you love is something that was well overdue.

So you had planned it all, taking him for coffee in the morning before stopping by a gallery you had heard your coworkers raving about. It was loosely based on the field of work your boyfriend was in too, so why not take advantage and make a day out of it?

Only, a factor that had certainly decided to not be in your favour, was the weather.

Heading out that morning was no issue, the scarves and heavier winter coats ready to face whatever conditions were brought upon you. Hitoshi also always insists on holding your hand in his pocket whenever it gets colder out, which you could never refuse. With his much warmer fingers laced through your own, it wasn't until you were leaving the museum that you had certainly not picked the best day for it.

The clear forecast was partly at fault, since you would have never of planned without checking beforehand. Though who could have predicted the snow freely falling onto the ground and by your feet.

Turning to face him, it's hard to stop your bottom lip from forming a pout. "Sorry 'Toshi, I didn't know" you grumble, though are reassured after he lets out a soft laugh and brings your face to his chest. He was always good at this kind of thing, knowing exactly what to say or do to instantly make you feel better.

"S'okay love. Let's just get ourselves home quickly, yeah?" he offers, giving you the same smile he always does when he knows you're beginning to worry. With a nod in return, he takes your hand once more and leads the way back to his place.

The gesture makes you smile to yourself, realising he had planned ahead while you were in his arms and picked who lived the closest as where to go. It made no difference to you either way, each of you had a good amount at the others apartment — it was merely a matter of time until you found a place you could both move into.

Thankfully, the walk wasn't far — although the cold and wind had done nothing to help your body temperature. Hitoshi seemed to be rushing a bit to get home and into the warmth, especially when he noticed you shiver. Once you had made it through his front door, ti was as if he had went to work.

Off he went into his bedroom, grabbing you both a change of clothes and handing you what he knows you'll like best. After you're both changed, he immediately brings you back through with him and all but jumps into bed. With a laugh, you join him - bundling up into the covers as he brings you to his chest once more.

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass, the main priority seemingly you both getting some heat back into your bodies. It isn't until your hands graze his arms as you get closer, that he lets out a small huff.

"Something wrong?" you ask him, curiousity in your tone. Briefly you think you can see him fluster, his eyes looking away at the other side of the room before meeting yours again.

"I wanna touch you, but my hands are still cold..." his voice is much quieter than usual at that, as if he's put himself into a huff at the thought. You almost want to laugh again, but it's better to find a solution to his problem instead you come to find. Wordlessly, you lift up the shirt you're wearing the slightest bit. guiding his hands to rest on either side of your waist which is much warmer in comparison.

The way he relaxes is almost instant, his body coming closer to you as a result and his head nuzzling into the side of your neck. Smiling to yourself, you wrap your arms around his neck as you get comfortable again — a free hand also going into his hair since you know he likes it.

"Better?" is whispered next to his ear after another minute passes, smiling widening when all he gives you is a nod.

Eventually, you fall asleep still in each others arms. The warmth between you able to lull you both into it, the weather ending up doing nothing to dampen the success of your date. As you do so, you miss the way Hitoshi is already putting in a request to spend the next weekend away from work — and with you.

[misu-days]

U are legit the only person I've seen who writes fanfics for my next life as a villianess. Can we PLEASE be blessed with some Geordo x reader and/or Alan x reader? Cause at this point. I'm a die of stavation.😭😭😭😭

For now please take a Geordo fic (which... is actually just a narration from his POV 😅) I actually plan to write a more action-oriented Alan scenario soon, so stay tuned for that!

When all is said and done, Geordo is a prince.

A prince who's getting ticked off from how hard it is to get you alone, much less on a date. (His engagement is also an inhibiting factor, but that's not the main issue right now.)

You're dressed in the colours of your house, which fittingly enough, matches your complexion and personality perfectly. You were glowing today, and that much had nothing to with makeup or the charitable weather.

You were also much too popular for your own good. Around you were many people - too many for you to get away from, even if he could see that you were starting to tire from them. Geordo considered breaking into the conversation himself, but then he'd only be caught there as well and be unable to speak to you properly.

Man, this was pathetic. For some talented, amazing prnce, he sure was helpless in regards of approaching you. His circumstance didn't help either; how could he, the fiance of one of the hosts, steal a private moment with another guest in broad daylight? With how rumours spread like wildfire within nobility, it wouldn't be a surprise for everyone in the kingdom to hear of it by tomorrow.

'The prince is unfaithful,' they'll say. 'He's using his reputation to play around.'

'He's left his fiancee in tears. What a cold-hearted prince, he must've gotten tired of her.'

Ugh, he'd be able to clear the rumours in a week, but even then it'd be difficult to handle, with how savage the gossipers can get.

He isn't too worried about Katarina, who has the support of her brother and many others, but he is concerned for the toll it may take on you.

Call him cheesy or deluded, but he'd much prefer if you weren't troubled or bothered by the consequences of his actions. He already has a plan to ensure a smooth transition from breaking off the engagement and announcing you as his significant other, but that plan would take time.

Thankfully, you were understanding. Sometimes Geordo feels that you may be too good for someone as twisted as him, but then you reply by saying that it was the other way around. That battle was one that riddled those around you exasperated, and once even ended with Keith announcing defeat and shoving you both next door to 'do as you will.'

Geordo couldn't decide to thank Keith or get back at him for his gesture, but your embarassed expression was certainly adorable.

And as if the mere thought of his name summoned his appearance, Keith enters the scene and notices Geordo's dilemma. It's not easy to read him, but with all the time they've spent together Keith could tell that something was bothering the prince.

Geordo simply nods toward you and Keith immediately understands. He's doing a bad job at hiding his amusement, but he approaches you and enters the conversation smoothly, taking the attention of those around you.

Geordo hears something about a game of crochet outside, and suddenly you're able to excuse yourself now that Keith has scattered the nobles.

You make your way around the edges of the room, and he recognises the path as one toward the exit. Geordo makes a similar trail toward the doors as well, finally having the chance to catch you.

He supposes that he could muster a thank you to Keith, just this once.

[woossexyponytail]

The Art of Duelling.

Wooyoung x reader

Summery: Wooyoung struggles with casting spells, so the group and Yn teach him how to duel.

(Had to repost forbsome reason my post glitch out)

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I sat in the library studying and writing down notes from the two books laying next to me, sitting infront of me was my friend Yeosang a ravenclaw student and next to him Hongjoon another ravenclaw student, the three of us studying for the upcoming O.W.L.S.

Hearing a loud commotion the three of us looked up at each other and turned to the door of the library, other students also looking over, Madam Pince sighed from where she was sitting, standing up and walking over to the door.

Noticing a squabble between two students the moment my eye locked on to Wooyoung's figure being punched in the face I rushed up running over, along with other students Yeosang and Hongjoon following me.

We stopped right next to Mingi and Yunho the two Hufflepuffs in our group of friends, Yunho shock his head as he was talking to Hongjoon, while Mingi was cheering on Wooyoung as he threw a punch at the other student.

I smacked Mingi on the arm glearing up at him, his bright smile fell as he looked down at me rubbing his arm pouting.

Madam Pince separated the two students, grabbing their collars of their uniform and walking towards Professor McGonagall office.

The student's started walking off back to what ever they were doing before, leaving a small group of students behind, Hongjoon, Yeosang, Yunho, Mingi and myself.

"So why was Wooyoung puching that kid?" Yeosang sighed rubbing his head already getting a headache.

Mingi just shrugged his shoulders not knowing but Yunho sighed gesturing us to go back in to the library, we sat back down on our table, Yunho and Mingi now joining us.

"We all know that Wooyoung isn't the best when it comes to duelling right?" He said we all nodded waiting for him to continue.

"That other student Chan, he started making fun of him for it, Woo lost it and went for him" Yunho said shrugging his shoulders picking up one of the books from the table looking through it.

Yeosang looked at me are eyes meeting both of us knowing that wasn't the whole story, we both nodded as the two of us packed up, saying goodbye to the guys we quickly left the library.

"You don't believe that's it do you, Woo must've been pushed over the edge for him to hit somone" I said as we walked down the corridors of Hogwarts arm in arm.

"Wooyoung has been acting a lot different recently, that's all I know, at Dinner tonight talk to him see if you can find out what's bothering him, yeah?" Yeosang asked me, I nodded as we made our way to my dorm.

Thanking him for walking me we waved goodbye as he walked off to look for Wooyoung, saying the password the door opened and I walked in.

Walking through the lounge I noticed Seonghwa reading on the sofa, I sat down beside him with a sigh, He quickly looked at me then put the book down facing me.

"And why are you sighing like that?, are you alright?" He asked I layed my head down on his shoulder, feeling him pat my head I told him what happen.

Seonghwa listened carefully to me nodding also getting worried about Wooyoung as well.

"I'm sure he'll tell you what's going on, if you or Yeosang doesn't know then no one knows, you'll be the first person he tells" he told me, I nodded agreeing but I feel like Wooyoung was pulling away from me and I honestly didn't know why.

I walked to the great hall for dinner Seonghwa by my side, he was telling me about one of the potions that Hongjoon got wrong earlier, laughing knowing he'll never live this down.

Getting to the table I noticed Wooyoung still wasn't here, but it was still early he could be running late, but then again he's never late when food is involved.

Sitting down I saw that Yeosang and Hongjoon was looking over at me giving me a thumbs up for courage, Yunho also nodded at me Mingi too busy eatting already but quickly smiled at me as Yunho elbowed him.

After a few minutes some more students came walking in to the hall noticing Wooyoung being one of the students.

As he was walking towards the table I saw the now big dark bruise on his cheek, a couple of student's seeing and started to whisper, Wooyoung hands turned in to fists from his anger.

Both Seonghwa and I glearing at the student's gossiping about Woo the students immediately shutting up as he sat down next to me.

Wooyoung faced the table not saying anything to either of us, looking over at Seonghwa he sighed going back to eating.

"Are you alright?" I asked but Wooyoung stayed quiet picking at the food on his plate, I grabbed Wooyoung chin gently and made him face me.

Wooyoung eyes widened in shock at the sudden contact between us but I didn't care, I was worried about him and I needed to know if he was truly alright.

Wooyoung tried to look back down but I kept my hand on him as I stroked his bruised cheek, he flinched away and I apologised quietly now letting go of his face.

"I'm here if you wanna talk, all of us are, you know that right?" I told him, he nodded slowly a very small smile as he looked back at me, but it didn't reach his eyes.

We all went back to eating now in a awkward silence, looking over at Yeosang I shock my head no, he nodded in understanding.

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Yeosang POV

After dinner I quickly made my way over to Wooyoung stopping infront of him, he stopped raising an eyebrow at me.

"You mind if we talk?" I asked Wooyoung nodded as we walked out the hall together, I noticed Yn watching us with a sad look on her face as she walked off with San, Yunho and Mingi probably going back to the library to study before curfew. God knows Mingi needs it.

We endded up sitting up at the quiddich stands, the weather was alright a bit chilly but thankfully not to cold. I turned to look at Wooyoung as he was staring of out to space.

"Woo, what's gotten in to you lately, you can tell any of us right" I said Wooyoung sighed nodding his head.

"I know I've told San about it, but I have to tell the rest of you to and eventually Yn" he said I nodded giving him a reassuring smile.

"I'm in love with Yn, and since I've realised this I can't act normally anymore, and even worse Chan found out and he's been a jerk about it" he finally let out breathing a sigh of relief.

I sat there shocked not expecting him to say that, a huge smile spread across my face as I started laughing out of happiness for my friend.

"Dude tell her, like now and start dating" I told him Wooyoung shock his head panic showed on his face.

"No I'm not good enough, she's a pureblood while I'm muggleborn and I can't even Duel I have to resort into fist fighting because I'm crap with spells" Wooyoung said I nodded getting an idea.

"You know Yn doesn't care about that kind of stuff, and If it really bothers you about duelling then what if we teach you how to duel, we can practice in the forest, you me, Hongjoon, Seonghwa, Yunho, San, Mingi Jongho and Yn will help" I suggest Wooyoung sighed but nodded agreeingwith me.

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Yn POV

The next morning I walked down to the lounge of the slytherin house seeing Wooyoung and Seonghwa talking, the moment they saw me they stopped talking.

"Morning Yn!" Wooyoung said a bright smile on his face smiling back at him eyeing Seonghwa who just smiled back, knowing that something has happened maybe Yeosang spoke to him.

"You two ready to go to breakfast?" Seonghwa asked we both nodded as we left the dorm making our way to the great hall.

"Morning guys, Wooyoung you ready for your first lesson today?" Yeosang said smiling at him, Wooyoung nodded his head looking a bit nervous.

"What lesson?" I asked looking between the two Yeosang looked at Wooyoung crossing his arms, "you didn't tell her did you" he said Wooyoung shock hos head no.

"We as in all of us are going to be teaching Wooyoung how to duel, you in?" Yeosang said I looked at Wooyoung as he looked sheepishly down at the floor.

"Of course, but why do you want to learn now?" I asked Wooyoung shrugged at me scratching the back of his neck.

"So after breakfast we've decided to meet at the forest got it" we all nodded as we left to our separate tables.

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Seonghwa and Wooyoung went off to the forest first along with Hongjoon, San and Jongho, I sat still on the table Yeosang walking over from his table to sit nect to me.

"Are you alright?" Yeosang asked as I drank the last of my water, nodding I stood up ready to leave, Yeosang stood calling over Yunho and Mingi as we all left the great hall.

As we were walking through the castle grounds making are way pass the grasslands Mingi and Yunho giggling about something from behind us.

"Incarcerous" I heard quickly turning around Yeosang moved quickly as I felt my ankles lock together, falling over I looked up at Mingi and Yunho.

"Really!" I yelled, as the two laughed so much they both fell to the floor, Yeosang untied my ankles helping me up, the two stopped laughing as Mingi quickly ran past me.

"Mingi get back here!" I yelled running after him, Yeosang and Yunho running after us.

Mingi got to the rest of the guys waiting for us, he ran behind Seonghwa as I stopped still glaring at him.

"I'm sorry" Mingi said to me peaking behind Seonghwa, the rest of the guys looking between us.

"Would it make you feel better if we told you that spell was for Yeosang" Yunho said running up to us, that just made Yeosang smack Yunho on the shoulder.

"Wait this is good, Yn, Mingi duel eachother, so Wooyoung can watch" Yeosang said grabbing Mingi arm and pulling him away from Seonghwa.

"Your just saying that because you know she's going to win and both of you get revenge" Mingi pouted arms crossing.

"Precisely and it helps Wooyoung" Yeosang said everyone nodded agreeing with Yeosang, I grabbed my wand from my pocket, ready to duel.

Mingi gulped grabbing his wand the both of us facing back to back walking then turning around aiming wands at eachother.

"Stupefy"

"Expelliarmus"

My charm hit him first as Mingi flue across the floor landing on his back with a thud.

The group burst out laughing as Mingi slowly stood up rubbing his back he grimaces at me as I chuckled.

"Well that was fun, now let's get to the studying" Hongjoon said the group defeated at that.

"Now you've got three different types of spells sneak, aggressive and defensive got it now, sneak spells out spell defensive spells, defensive spells out spell aggressive spells, aggressive spells out spell sneak spells, right" Hongjoon told Wooyoung who looked confused.

"I think you've confused him, Hongjoon" San said laughing at Wooyoung's face while he sat down on the grass.

"I think everyone is confused from that explanation" Jongho said eyebrows knitted together, Mingi and Yunho both nodded in agreement also confused.

"Anyway I want you to name any Defensive spells go!" Hongjoon said as he turned to Wooyoung.

"Um the Wiggenweld potion-" Wooyoung started but Hongjoon quickly stopped him holding up a hand.

"Can you make that?" He asked Wooyoung thought for a second then shock his head "No" he said.

"Then forget about it, carry on" Hongjoon told him Wooyoung nodded thinking again.

"Episkey, Petrificus totalus, Bombarda, Incarcerous" he named checking them off with his finger. I sat down next to San he turned to me showing a flower crown he just made.

I laughed as he put it on his head posing and batting his eyes, Jongho rolled his eyes at San being silly, while Yunho and Mingi were throwing grass at eachother and Seonghwa trying to stop them.

"Don't forget the Meteolojinx" Yeosang told Wooyoung, San butted in "Or the Bewitched sleep spell" he said flower crown still on his head.

"Not to mention the Waddiwasi and Levicorpus spells" I piped up, Wooyoung nodded at me.

"And the Slugulus eructo spell" Mingi yelled as he picked up some more grass but getting his hand slapped by Seonghwa.

"Ew gross!, I would never use that spell on anyone" I said fake gagging, San laughed "Yeah right I'm sure you would" San said pushing me over the two of us getting in to a giggle fit, I was still laying on the floor as San layed on top of me still laughing.

Not noticing how everyone was watching us or that Wooyoung was now glearing at San.

"Tell me the sneak spells that you know" Yeosang said distracting Wooyoung for the moment.

"Um right there's, Rictusempra, Flipendo, Immobuius, Diffindo, Impedimenta, Giant dungbomb."Wooyoung once again listing off the ones he knows.

"You forgot the Melofors jinx and the Ebublio jinx" Seonghwa mention to him, Hongjoon nodded "And the Flagrante" he reminded.

"Now my favourite Aggressive spells" Jongho said grinning at us, I side eyed San as we both scooted away from him.

"Expelliarmus, Incendio, Depulso, Confringo, Stupefy, Obscuro and Relashio" Wooyoung nodded looking at everyone making sure he didn't forget any, which he did.

"The Leek jinx and the Bat bogey hex are some others" Yunho told him not paying attention still, "And Anteoculatia" Jongho said now laying on the floor staring at the sky.

"Right now try some spells on Mingi" Hongjoon said Mingi flinched while we all laughed "Not fair" Mingi whined at Hongjoon.

"I'm just joking, not really get up" Hongjoon said Mingi sighed standing up and walking infront of Wooyoung.

"Please go easy on me" Mingi pouted to Wooyoung, his high pitch laugh fild the forest as we all laughed along with him, except Mingi himself.

"Stupefy!" Wooyoung yelled poining his wand at Mingi, Mingi stood there hugging himself eyes squeezed closed ready for impact from the spell.

Mingi slowly opened one eye peeking from his hands as nothing happened, we all frowned at Wooyoung.

"I can't do it" Wooyoung said sighing falling to the floor in defeat wand laying by his side, he covered his face with his hands and the sound of crying could be heard.

I quickly ran over to him hugging him from the side, rubbing his back in comfort whispering encouragement in his ear.

Wooyoung thankfully stopped crying as he looked up at me smiling, I stocked hos hair as he leaned in to me his arms wrapping around my waist.

"You'll get there Woo, everyone has trouble with something" San said walking up to him and patting his shoulder.

"We won't stop helping you, not until you can duel with confidence" Yeosang said we all nodded at him.

"Thanks guys" he said as we all stood up heading back to school as it was near lunch.

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It had been a whole month with helping Wooyoung out with duelling and he was starting to get so much better.

Hongjoong said that a couple more lesson and Woo would be ready for a real duel, if someone challenged him.

I was walking to the forest with Hongjoon, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San and Jongho, Wooyoung and Mingi were already at the forest waiting for us.

We stopped hearing someone screaming from the forest, a few seconds later and Wooyoung came sceaming out his wand in hand running towards us.

"MINGI SET THE BLOODY FOREST ON FIRE!!!!" He yelled grabbing my hand and ran off in the other direction dragging me with him.

Looking back I saw the group looking utterly confused and Hongjoon and Yeosang running to the forest, wands now in hand.

Mingi came out running a few seconds later as well as he ran up to the group.

"I DIDN'T MEAN TOO!" He yelled panicking, I dug my feet in to the ground stopping Wooyoung as he turned around looking at me.

"Yn we got to go you could get hurt, I'm not letting up get hurt on my watch" he told me painc in his eyes.

"Woo, what spell did Mingi use?" I asked putting my hand on his chest my other hand still being held by him.

"The spell was Incendio" he told me squeezing my hand, I smiled softly at him shaking my head.

"Woo that spell isn't too dangerous it doesn't hurt and it's controlled, if he said Fiendfyre then that's when you have to run" I told him my hand moving up his neck and to his cheek.

"Ooh" was all he said as a light blush appeared on his face, he looked down at me smiling embarrassed after the new information.

I could feel us getting closer are lips inches away from each other, Wooyoung other hand placed on my waist pulling me closer, if we could get any closer that is.

The moment was ruined as we were both pushed apart from Mingi as he ran passed us still screaming.

"Mingi!" Wooyoung yelled anger in his voice glearing at the fading fugue running to the school.

"Wooh, what happened here" San asked smirking between the two of us, Wooyoung rubbed his neck laughing while I rubbed my arm biting my lip.

"Nothing" we both said at the same time, I looked over at Woo and caught his eyes so I quickly looked away getting embarrassed about the situation.

"So what's the plan?" I asked looking around the group making sure not to look over at Wooyoung.

"Up to Wooyoung, the forest fire was a false alarm we can carry on with the lesson or do it tomorrow" Hongjoon said a quick glear in Mingi direction he ran off too.

"Let's do the lesson, you said so yourself that I'm close" he said getting excited, we all smiled nodding heading back to the forest.

"Actually Yn do you mind finding Mingi, just make sure his alright and not causing a disturbance for anyone" Yeosang asked me.

I stopped looking at Yeosang as the group carried on walking having not heard Yeosang.

"What why can't Yunho do it or Jongho or-" I was interrupted by Yeosang placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Your the best at calming people down, you just did it for Wooyoung" he told me I side looking down at the ground.

"Yeah but Woo is-" I stopped not knowing exactly what to say, "Wooyoung is what?" Yeosang asked a smirk raising on his face.

"Fine! I'll got find Mingi" I said slapping his hand away from my shoulder and storming off to the school.

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It had been a few days now and I haven't been helping Wooyoung with his lesson, not that I didn't want to more like the rest of the guys told me not to come.

It wasn't in a bad way though but I do find it a bit lonely, now realising that beside the group I have no other friends.

I was so lost in thought that I bumped in to someone knocking me over and my books flying everywhere, I quickly grabbed my books together.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going" the person spoke I looked up at the guy noticing that he was the guy that punch Wooyoung a few weeks ago.

"Uh no, it fine my fault" I said trying to get away from him, Chan stood infront on me stopped me from leaving.

"You're yn right, Wooyoung friend though I haven't seen you with him for a few day now, everything alright" he said I was just about to say something when the guys walked around the corner.

"What the hell do you want chan" Wooyoung spat walking infront of me holding up an arm like he was trying to protect me.

"Just having a little chat with yn" he said smirking at Wooyoung, Yeosang then walked up to us pushing me towards Seonghwa and San.

San put his arm around me while Seonghwa stood infront of me to keep me from seeing what was happening.

"Fine then you think you can beat me in a duel you mudblood" I heard Chan say to Wooyoung, my blood started to boil at what he call Woo.

"Oh it will be my pleasure to beat you" Wooyoung said grabbing his wand aiming it at Chan, Yeosang moved away from them standing next to Seonghwa

He quickly looked back at me to see if I was okay, I gave him a quick nood. More students gathered around them to watch.

Chan chuckled as he got out his wand, the two didn't do the traditional starns both just standing there aiming there wand at one another.

"Stupefy" Chan quickly yelled stepping one foot forward as a red light beamed out of his wand.

"Petrificus totalus" Wooyoung yelled a purple light beaming out of his wand, since Chan used an Aggressive spell Wooyoung countered it by using a Defensive spells.

The purple beam wrapped around Chan's body locking it in place as he fell to the floor, the whole hall way erupted in cheers, I clapped so proud of Wooyoung.

He turned back high fiving the guys San ran up hugging him leaving me the closest to Chan.

"Worthless, pathetic Mudblood" he said raising his wand to the back of Wooyoung while he wasn't looking, I quickly ran infront of him grabbing my wand.

"Slugulus eructo" I yelled aiming my wand at Chan, thankfully he was to slow to say anything so my spell hit him knocking him back down.

Everyone watched in disgust as Chan started throwing up slugs, he quickly ran off, probably to the hospital wing.

I turned around seeing the guys all staring at me with the biggest smiles I've ever seen on them.

"What, he was going cast a spell while Woo wasn't looking, that's not in the hand book" I told them shrugged putting my wand back in my pocket.

"I thought you said you'd never use that spell on anyone?" Jongho asked raising a brow while San nodded.

"There are some exceptions" I told them by now it was only us in the corridor, and the guys laughed their butts off.

Wooyoung suddenly ran up to me, picking me up and spinning me around as he laughed at what I did to Chan.

"Thank you yn, that was amazing" he said still laughing about the ordeal, I giggled along with him.

"I wasn't going to just stand there and let him hit you with god knows what am I" I told him, Wooyoung just smiled at me his hands still around my waist.

He lifted up his right hand and brushed a bit of hair out of my face, hand staying at my cheek.

"JUST KISS ALREADY!!!" was yelled by all seven of the guys, we both looked over to them glearing, they all laughed then ran off down the hall leaving Wooyoung and I alone.

"I can't believe them sometimes" I whispered under my breath shacking my head at the group of idiots that are known as my friends.

"Can I kiss you" Wooyoung asked me, I looked up at him shocked that he would even ask something like that, but my heart took over my brain and just nodded.

Wooyoung smiled as he leaned down slowly our lips getting closer by the second, I closed my eyes leaning up to meet his lips.

The moment our lips touched it was soft gentle, but the kiss got a lot deeper quickly almost like he was hungry for more, and I wasn't complaining.

My hands wrapped around his neck pulling him closer, his hands found there way around my waist our body's pressed up against one another.

We moved apart still being wrapped up in eachothers arms I looked up in to Wooyoung's eyes getting lost in them as he stared back.

"I love you Yn, I know I'm not good enough and that I'm mugglebord but-" I put a finger to his lips shuting him up, I didn't like him talking that way about himself.

"I love you too Woo, and I don't care if your muggleborn you've been my friend for years you know I care about personality more then anything, and you've got the best, your sweet, kind, caring, your amazing at pranks your smart and your funny, and I'm so proud of you for learning how to duel" I told him.

Wooyoung smiled again leaning his head against mine, a tear slipped down his cheek and I quickly whipped it away.

"Yn, you make me so happy, I'm going to marry you someday that's a promise" he said I laughed at that kissing his cheek.

"Wooh wooh wooh, hold up there, you two have just had your first kiss and your already talking about marriage?" San said walking up to us with the group.

"Not on my watch" Seonghwa said crossing his arms but a soft smile on his face, I hid my face in Wooyoung neck not wanting to see or hear the teasing.

"Yeah next they'll be talking about kids" Yunho said laughing, I felt my face blush at that, I looked up glearing at Yunho but thankfully Seonghwa smacked the back of his head.

"So are you two finally official?" Yeosang asked looking between us, the guys waited patiently for one of us to speak, I looked up a Woo and he quickly pecked my lips.

"We're official!" He yelled laughing squeezing me tighter to him, I chuckled along with him as the group cheered happy to see us finally together.

[andromachos]

(5/6)

The Good Part (villains part 1)

Diavolo | Kars | Esidisi | Wham! | Santana | Kira

Favorite outfit

Dad costume | Dad about to tell you to go water the plants at 11pm | Dad who sees you on your way out and asks you to also take out the trash | Everyday #2 | Party | Cold weather

Pride

Notes and tidbits:

Diavolo: Diavolo's wardrobe is a mystery to me, so i decided to go with whats canon: suits and fishnets. Every outfit that isn't one is the other. With the exception of the dad costume because I think its hilarious to put him in that. For pride i guess he'd dress up but not head anywhere he'd just answer his emails like that. btw the muscles in the pride one are from the suspenders i dont know how to take them off. well, enjoy the gym diavolo!

Kars: one of the hardest outfit designs. i mean how do you translate harness + loincloth to an outfit you'd see on the street? so together with esidisi i tried to make them match as fem/masc couple. thankfully now to the carnival kit they now have the matching shirts otherwise you'd get 5 options per category. For his outfits the complement is always jewelry because he likes to keep the fake aja stones, plus in this au i think he'd either be a natural sciences scholar or a jeweler. for pride he goes all out

Esidisi: THE hardest one to normalify one never truly appreciates character design until you try to comodify a hat, facepaint and pieces of armor straight up sewn unto skin into a sim. again the carnival kit shirt was lifesaving. matching with kars, he is a social sciences mayor and together they are an absolute powercouple. he's less stuck-up that kars and i wanted to show that withmore colorful, joyful colors and patterns

Wham: the prodigal son. he is a masc sports dude. for his outfits, overall its quite funny to try to squish these buff guys into clothes so the second everyday one, in which he generated, was basically perfect (after a few tweaks). his clothes all call for athleticism, after all he has to make his fathers proud at sports, while trying to keep it as perfect as possible. for pride i call it "even mascs can have fun"

Santana: he's an adult in canon but i thought it would be interesting to make him an angsty teen. plus it gave me an excuse to plan his wardrobe (i can make up stuff yes but making at least 2 outfits out of a loincloth that looks like a diaper is even too much for me). so in here he is a teen going through his rebellious phase, quite justified actually. outside of family matters, when he is by himself he likes going out with friends so his clothes are pretty but useful. he is nb bc i saw the headcanon and it helped broaden the outfit options

Kira: put him in this batch because its like a pigeon in the middle of peacocks. Menswear has only one peak, suits, and Kira knows it. His wardrobe is smart and classy, playing with the patterns and colors but at the end still being a suit. I think i replicated all of his canon outfits. He is a proud cisgender heterosexual male in a city dominated by the LGBT, and he parades this with subtle accesories in his outfits, like the straight pride shirt and not wearing socks with shoes. his winter outfit is my favorite not only bc it breaks the suit scheme but also bc it showcases his masculinity by going out with his legs exposed in the middle of a blizzard. So proud of him being loud and proud with his sexuality 🤍🖤🤍🖤

jojo sims update ^_^ (1/6)

Joestar family (classic)

Jonathan | Joseph | Jotaro | Josuke | Giorno | Jolyne

Favorite outfit

Wife's new sweater (winter) | Winter | PJs | Party | Everyday #4 | Party

Pride

Notes and tidbits:

Jonathan: he is a man that goes towards classics with a dash of comfort. Straight pants, sweaters, few but highly versatile shoes. I think he is also a man with a huge heart and a equally huge appreciation for his friends. If someone gifted him something he'd try to use it at least once. For all outfits he carry friendship bracelets with Erina and Speedwagon, and would possibly carry some more for his dog(s) to always keep them close to him. For winter it's a cute outfit selected by Erina. For pride I think hc he hasn't yet realized he's bi but he will, eventually, until now he is a huge ally, so he brings his support, emotionally and physically bc he's the one to carry the bag with water and stuff.

Joseph: I made Oldseph bc first I think it's fun to dress up grandpas, second he was needed that old for family linking. Joseph does not care about his clothes, Suzi chooses some outfits for him and he's more than happy for that. This specific outfit I really dig it on him bc he gives me huge graphics shirt enjoyer, and he'd love to have some cartoon guy on his shirt. This is even more evident in his winter outfit. For pride I left him in the unsaturated shirt bc I don't think he'd come to terms with anything in life, he just bought one to go with his family. The pins is to both seem hip and also match with Josuke

Jotaro: Jotaro has like 3 outfits total and I respect his commitment. I love his PJs I think they really suit him. Pride is my favorite truly because I think Jotaro is absolutely stealth to the point of confusion. He'd come to pride to support Jolyne, and when you ask him if he's in the LGBT or an ally he answers "no" and leaves.

Josuke: now we're getting funky. Josuke is very eye-catching, he has a huge love for decoration, specially pins. While he may have an "vintage" fashion sense, I tried to give him those little twists that make the outfit not an imitation, but a Josuke outfit! Like his canon apperance. My favorite is the party one simply because I'm biased towards holo. Plus I think he'd have fun with it. For pride, well unlike his ancestors I think he is quite loud with his identity so for pride he simply goes walking flag mode.

Giorno: he has always taken care of himself not only physically but in the aesthetic sense too. Giorno is quite delicate in his looks, even if it's for running around the streets conning people. In this AU he'd be later on adopted/rescued by Dio so he can have a better, less dangerous life, however the prim appearance will remain because that is simply how he learnt to live. The idea is to create a more "realistic" look so his pink suit was not fully replicatable, instead I went with florals and white sneakers because I think it's something that preserves the polished look while also making him look more his age and also signal that he's a bit more carefree now. Even his gardening looks are elegant.

Jolyne: her 💚 I have a blindspot in casual womenswear so for her I tried to stick to a y2k look, with a bit more of sports. She is very active and very fashionable at the same time so while her outfits vary from casual chilling to a bit elaborate, they always remain comfortable to move in. I think she'd be a huge bell bottom pants fan