#and they're all trash pandas at heart

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I'm a Gaku enjoyer!!, I've been thinking about this one scenario where he games w his online friend, but when they meet up he finds out they're a girl. How would that be?? (Would he fall in love??) Take your time with this! And thank you ❤️

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Gaku didn’t care much about people. But gaming? That was different. Online, no one expected him to talk too much, or look too presentable, or smile. It was just raw skill, reflexes, and the occasional chaotic mic screaming. And you—his duo partner—were the only person he’d ever stuck with for more than a few games.

Your username was ridiculous. Something like "no.1 zazu glazer" At first, he thought you were a joke account. But you were sharp, a total menace in-game, and not afraid to trash talk in your weird, slightly static voice chat.

He liked that.

You never cammed up. Neither did he. It wasn’t like that. It was just games, wins, occasional post-match banter, and long nights when you two would stay up playing, trading dumb stories, laughing until his ribs hurt.

So when you suggested, “Hey, wanna hit up that arcade downtown this weekend? I’ll be in your area,” he figured, yeah. Why not?

He didn’t expect a girl. A cute girl. Standing near the claw machines with a drink in hand, looking around like you were trying to spot someone you’d never met. Dressed all casual, hoodie half-zipped, headphones around your neck.

And you were real. You smiled when you spotted him, lifting a hand.

Gaku stopped mid-step. His brain blue-screened.

“...You’re a girl?” he blurted before he could stop himself.

You blinked. “Uh. Yeah?”

His ears turned red. “You never said.”

“You never asked.”

He stood there, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, trying to reboot his entire perception of the past few months. “Thought you were like… some dude with a higher voice or somethin’. Doesn’t matter, I guess.”

You smirked. “If it doesn’t matter, why do you look like you just got hit by a truck?”

That made him laugh. A short, low sound. “Shut up. You’re just weird.”

But now? Now he was weird. Because every time you smiled at him that day, his brain short-circuited. Every time you teased him, his heart pulled some kind of trick combo. He kept pretending it was lag.

You beat him at a rhythm game. He tried not to stare at the way your hoodie sleeves slipped past your wrists. You made fun of his reaction time. He got flustered and called you a “trash panda” under his breath.

He wasn’t sure what this feeling was. But he liked it.

When you two sat down for a drink break and you leaned in a little, brushing your shoulder against his, Gaku didn’t flinch. He just… looked at you.

“You’re cool in person too,” you said, voice soft. “Kinda nicer than I expected.”

He shrugged. “You’re not too annoying. I guess.”

But he was doomed. Doomed the second you grinned at that and stole one of his fries.

Would he fall in love?

Yeah. Slowly. Quietly. Stupidly. In a “she laughs like she does on mic” kind of way. In a “I wanna hear that again” kind of way.

He won’t even realize it until someone else tries to hit on you, and he short-circuits and rage-quits life.

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The Disney furry au characters, their species l, and the reason for their species.

(Characters that are already animals are the same species as cannon, such as Judy from Zootopis still being a rabbit and José Carioca still being a parrot).

Inside out recap(there are a few changes)

.Joy: Butterfly(because they're very colorful, and I think they match her body type).

.Sadness: Lop eared rabbit(because they look so sad with their droopy ears).

.Fear: House cat(because of the iconic phrase "scaredy-cat" and because of the cat scene in the first movie's end credits).

.Disgust: Swan(because they're associated with elegance and grace).

.Anger: Red panda(because they are also called fire foxes, since Anger can shoot fire from his head when he's angry enough. I also like the idea of Anger trying to be intimidating, but is rarely taken seriously because everyone finds him cute).

.Ennui: Pine marten(because they're native to France. I know poodles are associated with France, but I didn't choose her to be the poodle because it would've been too obvious. Pine martens also fit her body shape better than poodles).

.Envy: Chinchilla(I felt like a dessert rain frog didn't match her shape, and chinchillas are so cute.

.Embarrassment: Giant panda(because, just like Embarrassment, giant pandas are big but shy).

.Nostalgia: Arctic fox(because they match her color scheme, and I wanted a fox somewhere).

.Bing Bong: Elephant(because elpephants are a major part of his design).

.Rainbow Unicorn: Horse(because unicorns are just horses with horns on their foreheads).

.Bobby: Termite

Paula: Ant

Fritz: Beaver

Since they're mind workers, I felt like they should all be three different animals they are usually depicted as hard workers in cartoons.

Polly(Dream Productions Paula): Squirrel(because of vibes).

Xeni: Llama(also because of vibes).

.Riley: Monkey(because of her pretending to be a monkey in the first movie before she goes to school.

Toy Story(I won't include Barbie or Ken because despite appearing in Toy Story 3(and 2 for Barbie), they're owned by Mattel, not Disney).

.Woody: Horse(It fits the Western theme, and horses are usually depicted as being stubborn, just like how Woody was in the first movie).

.Buzz: Golden retriever(this dog breed is known for being loyal, intelligent, and devoted to friends and family, which fits Buzz to a tee).

.Jessie: Highland Cow(I thought it would be funny if I made her a literal cowgirl).

.Bo Peep: Sheep(for obvious reasons).

.Slinky's still a dog.

.Ham is still a pig.

.Mr and Mrs. Potato Head: Toads(they match their round body shape).

.Wheezy is still a penguin.

.Rex: Komodo dragon(it's the animal whose design is closest to a T.rex since dinosaurs are extinct in this au).

.Andy: Goat(because goats are known to be great companions for horses as they have a calming effect on horses and help with their anxiety. So, it would make sense for Woody to grow attached to Andy(not in a disturbing way).

.Sid: Wolf(wolves are the most fierce predator of horses).

.Al: Chicken(because he's the chicken man).

.Stinky Pete: Skunk(his name is Stinky Pete, and skunks are known for being stinky).

.Lotso is still a bear.

.Forky: Deer/Raccoon hybrid(raccoons are associated with trash, and deer antlers kinda match his spork prongs, and a spork is technically a hybrid between a fork and a spoon).

.Knifey: Rabbit/Mantis hybrid(I wanted to make her a hybrid as well. While there is no reason for her being part rabbit, the raptorial legs of a mantis match her green arms.

.Gabby Gabby: Papillion(the dog breeds ears kinda match her hair, and it is a severely underrepresented dog breed).

.Duke Caboom: Flea(he's known for jumping long lengths and a flea can jump up to 150 times their body length).

.Pricklepants is still a hedgehog.

.Trixie is a rhino(because of the face horn).

Princesses

.Snow White: Sheep(she's known for being kind and pure hearted, and sheep are associated with purity in Christianity).

.Cinderella: Mouse(her greatest companions are mice in the movie).

.Belle: French Spaniel(it's a fancy french dog breed).

.Rapunzel: Horse(because of the Tangled reference in Zootopia called Rangled).

.Moana: Ocelot(the Moana reference in Zootopia depicts her as some sort of wildcat, and while ocelots are native to the Caribbean rather than Polynesia, they are no wildcats in Polynesia, so I just picked a tropical wildcat).

.Tiana: Frog(she was a frog for most of the movie).

.Anna and Elsa: Ottters(they were otters in the frozen 2 easter egg in Zootopia depicts them as otters).

.Mulan: Red-crowned crane(it's a majestic bird native to China).

.Pocahontas: Deer(they're a species native to the U.S.).

.Jasmine: Tiger(her pet is a tiger, so it's a case of association).

.Penelope: Rat(rats are an animal species that get a severely bad rep, but are very nice once you get to know them. Just like Penelope in Wreck-it Ralph).

Others

.Patience(my Inside Out oc): Axolotl(she loves the water, and an axolotl's gills match her water hair).

.Ralph: Rhino(because of the Wreck-it Ralph reference in Zootopia).

.Carl and Ellie: Albatrosses(they're an animal species that only ever have one mate for their entire life.

.Aladdin: Rat(he's called a street rat at the beginning of the movie, so now he's literally a street rat).

.Jafar: Cobra(he hypnotized the Sultan in the movie with a mystic cobra staff, so another case of association).

.King Candy: Butterfly, Turbo: Tick(Butterflies are one of the most harmless animals while ticks are blood sucking parasites. It is a perfect metaphor for Turbo pretending to be harmless but is actually a manipulative monster, and the whole cybug thing made it stupid for me not to make both him and his disguise bugs).

.Ego(my other Inside Out oc): Lion(he's very prideful, and so are lions in media).

.All the characters in Zootopia are the same species as cannon.

.Same for the Fab Five, Oswald, Ortensia, Horace, Clarabelle, Kermit, Miss Piggy, Fozzie, Panchito, and José.

.GIFfany: Beaver(as she possessed a beaver animatronic in her episode).

.Shego: Black widow(the spider species matches her general vibes).

.Kim Possible: Red panda(to match her red hair).

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we're prime numbersing you

1: nope no freckles here. just vampiric pale

2: medically worrying amounts of coffee and other sources of caffeine

3: panda hero, but like, the soramafuurusaka version because i am utaite trash at heart still and they're still in my mp3 stash

5: i sleep with *many* stuffed animals, 2 of which are spider plushies

7: just the one blanket because i don't like losing track of it. only the thickness changes with the seasons, i always only have one

11: they're an entirely uninteresting brown

13: fears? honestly just death, but in like a "ending of my pattern" sense. i have no attachment to my body, just my mind. i am afraid of not existing, because once im gone things can no longer get better; my biggest hope is to live to see the next great diversification event after the holocene extinction. can't do that if i die

17: maybe some extra in my ears, but otherwise not really. or not right now at least

19: used to, currently not really as such. nothing dramatic happened, just kind of grew apart

23: i do "believe" in aliens yes obviously. the universe is so ridiculously huge and diverse and ancient that the idea that life-equivalent processes being unique to *this specific rock and nowhere else* is just kind of ridiculous. there's life elsewhere, it's a statistical certainty

29: i can make decisions in seconds but if there's time between the deciding and the action ill be second-guessing and changing my mind often

31: see above; diversification after the current mass extinction. also morphological freedom. and proper vr

37: i love all animals but i am fundamentally more of a cat person

41: favourite cartoon? hm... extremely difficult question. honestly im not so much of a *watcher* of anything, i just tend to read....

does hunter: the parenting count as a cartoon? it's animated. i think it counts.

43: a younger brother and an older sister; certified Middle Child ™️

47: i have it memorised because frankly it's kind of a ridiculous combination of numbers. specifically it contains the combination "69" *twice*. this was unintentional and completely through random chance

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Growing Pains

wc: 4.7k a/n: just know this was written YEARS ago when I was dealing with insecurity issues and such💀 I promise my writing ain't as dramatic as this

⚠𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆⚠: Eating Disorder topics such as Anorexia will be mentioned/insinuated. To those that may find this triggering, please skip to the next chapter or read with caution

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′𝐈 have to do this′

′I NEED to be perfect...'

Staring at the food spread across the table, I muster a smile as a plate is handed to me. Yet once I'm alone, it ends up in the trash, unseen.

'...and I'll do whatever it takes for it to happen.′

I ignore the low growls and take a sip from a water bottle, finding comfort in the temporary fullness it does to my empty stomach.

"All right guys! We gotta do some warm-ups to get our muscles ready: Arm circles, leg stretches, high knees to complete before we dive into the regular twelve count of squats and jumping jacks with five laps to wrap it all up!" The instructor's upbeat and encouraging voice cuts through the air. "And then we can start with today's dance!"

Groans of protest bubble around me, but they do the tasks anyway in order to avoid getting scolded.

I breeze through the majority of activities with ease. It wasn't until when those all-too-familiar black spots forming at the edge of my vision did I become wary.

Luckily, I managed to get rid of them or at least slow the process by slowing down my pace.

"Hey, you okay?" The worry in his tone interrupts my focus.

Offering another smile, I dismiss my body's weaking state. "I'm f-fine."

Not a moment later my legs suddenly gives out.

A pair of hands catches me in time and look into my exhausted eyes.

"Hey, I think you need to lay down. You don't look too good. Have you eaten lunch yet?"

Their worry tugs at my heart; the reflection of my gaunt face in their eyes feels like a dunk of cold water.

′Maybe this isn't right...I...I should stop.′

I almost confess—about starving myself for weeks. Hoping to get small and beautiful enough, to get what everyone told me I'm the opposite of. Th-

"Come on now! I know we joke you act like a Panda, but I didn't think you'd get tired that fast! Maybe it's time you stop eating like them before you start to really look like one!" Someone calls out, laughs echoing around.

The vulnerable expression I once had hardens into a cold, emotionless mask.

′No. I can't give up now...not when they all still see me as fat. I can't continue to embarrass them anymore.′

"Hey ignore them, they're just playing. But seriously though, you should lay down and eat something. It looks like you've been starving yourself or something...have you?"

The handsome male's concern is met with my cold glare.

"Leave me alone. You never cared then, so don't now!" I break from his hold with a sneer and start back running.

The black spots returns with a vengeance, but they only push me to go even faster. A twisted motivation if you will.

After an agonizing ten minutes, I complete the laps with nods and pats of approval for being one of the first.

My body screams for rest so I sluggishly make my way towards the seats.

Each step is heavier than the last, the world blurring into a bright haze as the sounds around fade into the distance.

′Just a bit further...′

But my body can't go anymore.

With one final step, I collapse onto the floor.

The sickening sound of my head hitting the ground causes everyone to go silent in shock as a shockwave of pain zipped through my skull.

I feel a wet warmth slowly seep against my head causing my hair to go damp.

A panicked voice cuts through the haze. "O-oh my god! Somebody help! T-there's blood!"

"Call the ambulance!"

Hands cradle my face as a light flashes into my eyes. I don't feel my pupils reacting properly.

"Hey hey, look at me. Are you alright? Just focus on me."

I open my mouth, but no words come out.

"Don't talk, conserve your energy. Help is coming," a soothing voice promises, but my consciousness is slipping away.

With the last of my strength, I want to scream, admit that I was wrong. That I should've said something.

But only a whisper escapes.

"H-h..."

My eyes roll back as darkness surrounds my vision.

I gladly accept and let it take me into its welcoming grasp with two words that I wanted to say before I'm all the way gone...

Help me.

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It was a regular day at the band's dorm.

Jungkook was currently teaching Jin how to play a racing game after the elder had continuously begged him to.

"Press the left button."

"Left?"

"No, just flip the controller and it'll run on its own—of course the left button!"

Jin shoots him a glare. "Well damn! Actin' like it's easy for me to adjust to these types of controls like you do, oh so great Golden Maknae. Maybe tone done the arrogance a little yeah?"

Jungkook could only scoff in response with an eye roll. "Honestly, after being taught the instructions for thirty minutes straight, you'd think you'd at least know how to make the car move. But then again, if it doesn't involve food, you're pretty much stupid."

Jin's eyes widened, a mix of shock and indignation flashing across his face. "You little shi—"

"Guys we have to go now!" Their playful squabble is abruptly cut short by a frantic, wide-eyed breathless Taehyung with a grave Namjoon silently in tow.

"Now what is it-oh, my god! What happened?!"

The vocal duo's facade of annoyance immediately drops upon taking in the usually tanned male's pale visage.

Taehyung opens his mouth to say something, but his emotions get the best of him rendering him speechless and teary eyed.

Namjoon quickly wraps an arm around the idol in silent support while Jin exchanges a worried and confused glance with Jungkook.

"What happened, Namjoon? Is everything okay?" Jin asks the leader in concern, leaving the forgotten game behind in favor of embracing a trembling Taehyung.

Namjoon releases a shaky breath, the tension in the room palpable. The sound of the front door slammed echoes into the heavy silence.

"What was that?" Jungkook questions as he grabs his jacket and hat after turning off the TV, ready to spring into action

"That was Yoongi."

Tired of the useless clues and wanting to get straight to the point, Jin presses. "Okay...and why did he leave in such a hurry?"

"It's Jimin...he's in the hospital."

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"We have to hurry up!" Yoongi's voice is thick with urgency, his leg bouncing uncontrollably as dread twists his stomach the closer they get to the given location.

"Calm down Yoongi, everything's going to be alright" Jin sends the tense male a small smile while trying to keep his own distress from showing.

The rapper isn't easily soothed. "That's easy for you to say! You wasn't the fucking one to hear Hoseok's voice over the phone—panicked, scared..."

"Okay, but—"

His words are cut off as they pull up to the hospital. Yoongi doesn't even wait for the car to fully stop before he bolts out the door.

Jin lets out a sigh of resignation before slowly unbuckling his seatbelt. "Come on, let's go."

"Where is he?!" The moment he's near the reception desk, any and all thought of concealing his identity from public's eye is forgotten.

The nurse, unflustered by his panic, maintains her composure. "Sir, you need to calm down and take a seat. We're—"

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down! I am not in the mood to listen to whatever useless bullshit you wanna say unless it has something to do with Jimin," Yoongi interrupts with a sharp glare, his tone bordering on hostile.

The nurse says nothing at first, only staring at him with a blank expression before a low and slow sigh escapes her.

"First of all, I work damn near eighteen hours a day getting piss, vomit, and maybe even shit on me. And I'm also forced to have a smile on my face when assholes like you come up and order me around as if I work for them. I am my own person, and I should not-no, WILL not let some pale ass skinny idol come and boss me around. So sit your ass down in the chair!" She snaps causing Yoongi's eyes to widen in shock before quickly doing what she says.

The woman shift her gaze towards the frozen onlookers who witnessed the whole scene with wide eyes.

An arched brow was all it took for them to follow along and scramble to the seats to avoid her wrath.

Satisfied with their obedience, her stern expression melts into a warm, beautiful smile that seems to make the band's hearts as she step closer.

"Now that we're all on the same page...hello! I will be at your service today. Kingly fill out this form for any future visits." she said,  voice a blend of authority and welcome.

A moment of silence pass before Jin breaks out of his daze and accept the clipboard from her.

"Um, w-we were told by one of our bandmates -Jung Hoseok- there has been an altercation with another bandmate -Park Jimin," he says nudging his head towards a silent Yoongi. "That's why we rushed, hence his behavior and actions."

"Well, I was going to tell you that the room you're looking for is number 256. Your friend Mr. Jung Hoseok already notified us you all were on the way. But I couldn't explain that due to a rude interruption," she states, giving a pointed look to Yoongi, who suddenly found the dirt at the bottom of his shoe the most interesting thing ever.

Namjoon stepped in, smoothing over the tension. "And for that, I give you his sincerest apologies. I can assure you he's normally more considerate, right Yoongi?"

Chastened, the guilty male bashfully nods and offers a quiet apology just as the nurse's phone started to ring, demanding her attention.

"Hello? Oh, Oppa!~" Her smile doubles in brightness, the group watching her becoming so captivated with the woman's sudden butterfly-like personality that no one noticed a male creeping into the building.

"Have you eaten today?" Whatever that is said on the other line causes her to pause with a gasp of shock. "No?! You need to take better careful of yourself and health. I can't have you walking around with an empty stomach...What?"

Her scolding morphs into confusion. "You can't dine with me if you're busy with rehearsals...You're not? T-then where are you?...Turn around?"

With hesitant moves, she follow his request only for her eyes to brim with tears at what—or who—awaited her.

Curious for the reason of her sudden emotion, the group's attention diverts to a handsome male causing their eyes to widen.

"Holy shit!" Taehyung's mouth drops at the sight of the very familiar face before him, "Her Oppa is—"

"Impossible...i-it can't be. You're supposed to be all the way across the world doing your tour right now," she softly says before quickly running into the open arms of Byun Baekhyun. [Hehe, Get it? Because EXO did a cover of 'Open arms'?...No?...Okay Imma stop]

"The fuck? Baekhyun is her boyfriend?! Where? When? Why? Shit better yet, how?" Jungkook bitterly questions as he watches the heartwarming scene happening before him.

"Now now, let's not jump to conclusions. Maybe he's a brother or family member. She did call him 'Oppa' after all," Jin weakly says knowing that his theory was a stretch.

Even so, the small part of him that hoped for it to be tr—nevermind...they're kissing.

"You were saying Jin?" Taehyung mumbles with a sad pout, voicing out the same the others felt regardless of just meeting the woman that same day.

"Quite a beautiful looking couple, am I right?" Jin releases a startled yelp at the unexpected voice as it cuts through the dejected air. 

Turning from the two lovebirds, they're met with a man in a white lab coat casually checking the charts on his clipboard.  "And a little word of advice: he's quiet possessive of her, so I wouldn't try anything if I were you..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Oh, where are my manners! My name is Dr. Choi, I'm the assigned doctor of your bandmate Park Jimin." Dr. Choi introduces himself with a sweet smile, continuing to review the charts at hand.

"Wait. So...so that's her...boyfriend?" Jungkook gasps in disbelief, barely latching on to anything but the word 'couple' in the doctor's previous statement.

"Fiancé actually. I believe you're all acquainted with him and his group? Um...it's EXO...yeah that's the name. Baekhyun here has been working with his idol group while she decided to go to a college that's close to the hospital. Despite how hectic both of their schedules are, they remained together. Just recently got engaged after deciding to get married once she graduates and gets her degree. Anyway back to your friend, Mr. Park...He's been asking for you. So if you would please follow me." Finishing those final words, Dr. Choi pivots and briskly strut down the hallway.

Alerted, Yoongi quickly rise from his seat and follow with the others in tow.

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"Jimin!" A chorus of voices shouts as they burst through the door, startling the oldest maknae from his TV watching.

"Oh~ Hi guys~" Jimin sings out in happiness as he continues to consume the chocolate pudding in front of him.

The room goes silent for a moment as the newly entered group analyzed him with confused gazes.

"Um...w-what's this?" Jungkook exclaims, tense body expecting to see the older male laying in bed with a life support machine hooked up to his broken body.

But instead? He only sees a foot brace adorning the lead dancer's right ankle.

"What? Oh, you mean the cast right? I know it's cool, they decorated it with glow-in-the-dark stickers and markers." Jimin boasts, making Taehyung's eyes widen in awe and quickly approach for a closer look.

Jungkook follows the other maknae in curiosity while Jin and Namjoon go to a corner to check their social medias, leaving a dazed Yoongi alone in the middle of the room.

"...You're okay," Yoongi breaths out in amazement; but as he continues to chant those two words, his face once soft of worry turns into a statue of anger. "Not only did I run out of bed in sickening worry, but I also got my ass handed to me by a nurse just to find out that you're fucking okay?!"

Jimin pouts, a hint of guilt in his tone. "I mean...the fall wasn't just okay. They even said that it's one of the most severe ankle sprains they've had this entire day."

Yoongi scoffs at the response as he begins to pace along the tiled floor in hopes of calming down.

"I can't believe this! Hoseok was literally bawling his eyes out on the phone, saying you were hurt really badly and that there was blood everywhere."

It was now Jimin's turn to frown in confusion.

"Blood? There wasn't any blood. If anything the only red thing there was the fruit punch he wasted on me when he saw me fall. Which, by the way, ended up in my hair and became sticky."

Yoongi's face goes blank. "I'm...I'm gonna kill him."

"Kill who?" Hoseok's light and unsuspecting voice fills the room, everyone silent as they turn to the cheerful man holding bags of food in hand.

"Run bitch, ruuuuun!" Taehyung screams, half-joking and half-serious once seeing Jin and Namjoon stand next to Yoongi.

Hoseok looks confused as he place the food down on a table nearby.

"Huh? But I just got...back..." his words trail off, atmosphere thickening upon catching the stern looks of his bandmates.

"Oh h-hey, Jin...Yoongi...Namjoon," Hoseok quietly greets the three after letting out an audible gulp.

Jin's rebuke is swift. "Don't hey us! Why the hell were you crying and blubbering into the phone like that?! Actually made us fear for Jimin's life and think that something had actually happened to him."

Hoseok holds up his hands in defense with wide eyes. "B-but he really was in serious danger! He could've broken his ankle or leg."

"Yeah, but the way you said it made it seemed like he broke his neck. Especially when saying there was blood everywhere, when in reality it was only the red juice you dropped." Jungkook interjects with raised eyebrows.

"I was in panic and they both look very similar in the practice room's lighting okay?!" Hoseok snaps, the fear he once had quickly replaced with irritation.

Jungkook mockingly shrugs, feigning defeat. "Hey, I'm just stating facts here. But at least you're not a complete crybaby and drama queen who makes everything seem worse than what they are...oh wait."

Hoseok could only stare at the maknae before suddenly lunging towards him, only to end up being constrained by Yoongi and Jin.

"Man this bastard's been on a roll today...first me, now Hoseok. Someone needs to teach him as a lesson." Jin bitterly mumbles as he continues to keep the seething Sunshine from beating Jungkook.

"I'll do it! Just let me go, I promise it won't be that damaging. Maybe a little bruise here or there but that's nothing makeup can't fix." Hoseok pleads upon hearing Jin causing Jungkook's eyes to slightly widen at the threat.

"D-don't let him go!" The once smug male nearly cries, having already experienced how painful the third eldest of the group's hits are.

Jin looks at the shivering maknae with a smirk. "I don't know, it might be good to put you back in your place...should we let him go Yoongi?"

Yoongi shrugs, acting along with Jin as he too found Jungkook's behavior wrong. "Sure, it'll do him some good."

The two began to ominously loosen their grip on the vengeful dancer while Jungkook, on the other hand, starts to panic more.

"ENOUGH!" Namjoon's voice slices through the chaos, making everyone stop. "Jungkook, you know that's not how we treat one another, especially those older. You need to apologize."

"I-I'm sorry Jin...I'm sorry Hoseok. I know I've been raised not to act such a way towards you two. Must've gotten too comfortable." Jungkook softly voices out with his deepest sincerities.

"It's okay, I forgive you. Just don't do it anymore, I find it very hurtful when you do things like that." Jin states as a now calmed Hoseok nods his head in agreement.

Namjoon nods his head over the now mended problem. "Now that one of the situations is solved...Hoseok" the sound of his name being called out caused the male's body to stiffen.

"Y-yes Namjoon?" He cautiously questions already knowing a scolding is about to happen.

"Please wait until they inform you of the situation before you go and call what happened next time. We can't keep doing things like this okay?" Namjoon gently says, desperately wanting to go back home and rest at the moment.

A sigh of relief leaves the older of the two, happy that nothing worse came as he nods his head.

"Good now—"

Namjoon pauses mid-sentence at the sudden knock of the door, opening it to reveal Dr. Choi and the pretty nurse from earlier.

"Apologies for the intrusion. It's time for Mr. Park's vitals check. Please, feel free to wait over there," she suggests, soft yet authoritative as she dons her gloves.

Not wanting a repeat of before, the group obeys and relocate to the chairs, gazes remain fixed on the nurse and her captivating presence.

Noticing their intense entrancement, Hoseok lets out a snort.

"Gonna take a guess you all got the honor of meeting Miss Nurse there. Maybe ease up on the gazing, yeah? She's not an exhibit," he teasingly chides, sparking a wave of sheepish glances among the others.

"I-I can't help it! It's...she's just so..." Taehyung trails off, gaze lingering as he release a dreamy sigh.

"I know, I was a stuttering mess when I got here," Hoseok confesses, cheeks tinted with a rare flush as he remembers the way she giggled when he was making a fool of himself.

"Yup," Jungkook speaks up, tone heavy with envy, "Too bad she's got a boyfriend—fiancé, actually."

Hoseok chokes on his spit in surprise. "She's engaged?!"

Question answered by solemn head nods, his once bashful demeanor morphs into one of downhearted.

"Man...that's a total bummer. I was really hoping she was single. Well, maybe we can be friends if her fiancé isn't the jealous type." Hoseok muses out loud a small smile that quickly turns into a frown once he saw the others' faces.

"Really?! You've got to be kidding me! Dammit...can't meet anyone nice without being already spoken for or getting tangled up in dating rumors."

The disappointed dancer huffs, shifting his gaze causing a smile to appear. "At least Jimin's having a good time." Following where he was gesturing to, they all collectively look towards the said male.

"Look at him! Using his injury as a boost just to get closer...this is so unfair." Jungkook kisses his teeth, forced to watch idol cutely flirt—even going as far as holding her hand due to being afraid of needles, which the woman giggled at in fondness.

"Hey, remember when ____ begged us to ask the company to make a fake doctor's note about her leg being broken so she won't have to participate in that dance fitness class?" Jin lightly mumbles out trying to bring up the others sour moods.

And thankfully it did.

"Yeah, I remember! She was so pissed when the university she attended made it a mandatory course. Literally threatened us that she'll break her leg on purpose when we refused to do it."

"Ha! She wouldn't dare. We all know how much she's afraid of getting hurt."

"It's funny how she decided to stay in the class all of a sudden huh?"

"And going out more for jogs? Yeah, I've been noticing that too. She needs to start taking a few breaks."

"Maybe she wanted to get thicc like me?" Taehyung casually says as he flutters his eyelashes causing the others to scoff.

After ten quick minutes of the group talking about random things while their injured bandmate try woo taken woman with his sly attempts, the checkup was finally over.

"Alright, so far vitals seem to be in check. I'll prescribe some painkillers for the sprain. Though because of the severity of the twist itself,  he'll have to stay for the next two days in case it's something more other than a sp—"

Distant shouts and an emergency ambulance siren cut off the doctor as his pager goes off, mirrored by the nurse's tablet in hand.

A silent exchange passed between them, a prelude to the storm brewing beyond their immediate sight.

Swiftly taking a look at the noisy devices, the two exchange a look of wary realizing they were ringing for the same patient.

"Apologies, but we're needed urgently. The painkillers will have to wait," Dr. Choi's voice, once steady, now carried an undercurrent of haste as he disappeared through the door.

"I'll be back, perhaps in a few hours." Voice usually soothing, now carries a weight as she discards the medical gloves with a practiced motion before opening the door.

"Wait! What's happening?" Hoseok reaches out, concern etching his features.

The hesitation is clear in her eyes, the professional boundary wrestling with human need to share. "It's...not my place to say. Especially with surgery waiting. I'm sorry."

Before she could leave the room, Jin steps forward. "Please. We promise to keep it to ourselves, we won't tell a soul. Just...who is it?" He softly pleads.

The others murmur in agreement, just wanting to help console the family that's probably standing in the waiting room thinking the worst.

A heavy sigh escapes her, surrendering to their insistence.

"I...it's a student from Seoul's University of Performing Arts. We were told a severe head injury: traumatic blow to the head from falling against concrete during an outdoor dance warmups...there's significant blood loss. Now I'm sorry, but that's all I can say right now." Words, hurried and clipped, she disappears into the crowd of moving medical residents.

"No, wait!" Taehyung calls out as he and Namjoon try to pursue her, desperate for answers.

Looking around the hallway for the runaway nurse only to end up empty-handed in their search, Namjoon gestures back to the room with a rueful sigh. "C'mon...let's go back." 

Slowly walking back in defeat heavy in their hearts, a flash of a familiar hoodie causes Taehyung to freeze.

"No, is that...?" His voice trails of in uncertainty as his eyes narrow just to be sure.

His breath hitches in surprise, eyes widening in shock and disbelief before striding over to the huddled person, drawing puzzled looks from Namjoon.

"Taehyung? Tae-what are you doing?!" The band leader calls out as he steps from the room's doorway, gaining the other members' attention and causing them to follow.

Jungkook reaches the vocalist and pulls him back, staring at him weirdly. But the idol doesn't care, he continues to stare at the back that faces them in a trance like state.

"Tae, what are you doing? Are you insane??" Jungkook hisses, sending a wary glance over to the person hunched up in the corner crying in worry of disturbing them.

"No, t-that hoodie looks familiar see?" Taehyung faintly whispers, not wanting to believe that what his mind is making up is true.

Jungkook takes a closer look at the piece of clothing before letting out a breath.

"Look, there's plenty of hoodies that are similar to yours! You're just stressed...you can take a nap when we get back to Jimin's room okay?" The maknae assures in hopes of coaxing the older to move.

And he does. Though hesitant with every step, his eyes never leave the figure's back.

"Come on Tae, we'll eat some Panda Express. It'll help you feel better once you have a full stomach." Jin coos, gently directing the tensed idol towards the direction of the room.

But as if a tug pulled at him, Taehyung takes a step back. He looks at the faces of the others as his final decision is made.

Namjoon's eyebrows furrow in confusion at the male's expression. "What? Taeh-wait!"

Namjoon's confusion turns to alarm at younger's apologetic look, knowing he's about to do. "Taehyung! W—"

Swiftly dodging the hand attempting to grab him, he quickly jogs back where he last saw the hoodie as the rest trails after.

The chorus of voices telling him to stop were ignored.

Walking up to the person, he turns the crying person around with a tug of their hood, revealing a head of very familiar hair.

"Tae—" Yoongi's harsh voice of irritation cuts off upon seeing a tear-streaked face he immediately recognized.

"Adora!" Taehyung breaths out in relief, vaguely recalling how it was the same hoodie he gave for her to borrow but was never returned.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook softly questions the girl as her legs gave out, tears starting to well.

With quick reflexes, Taehyung grabs a hold of her, slowly bringing the troubled woman over to the cushioned chairs against the wall.

"I-I...t-they" Adora's words are in jumbled stutters, body racked with sobs making it impossible to clearly speak.

"Adora? What are you doing here?" Namjoon cautiously probes when her cries finally calms down a little.

"[N-nickname]," she croaks out as the tears resurfaced once more.

Confused dread fills up in the minds of the men around her at the mention of you as she continues to cry out her pain.

Yoongi stills with a sinking heart, fragments of past conversations piecing together into a grim realization.

"...it's a student from Seoul's University of Performing Arts. We were told a severe head injury: traumatic blow to the head from falling against concrete during an outdoor dance warmups..."

"...funny how she decided to stay in the class all of a sudden huh?"

"...going out more for jogs? Yeah, I've been noticing that too....needs to start taking a few breaks."

With frantic movements, Yoongi desperately clasp Adora's trembling shoulders.

Eyes brimming with the onset of tears, his heart feeling as if squeezed by an iron grip of dread.

"Where is she? What happened to her?"

He's answered by sobs, louder and more pained than before.

"What the fuck happened to ____ Adora!" Yoongi's voice escalates, raw with anguish as he slowly shake to the floor with cries of his own.

While everyone else looks at the rapper alarmed, Taehyung's own tears spilling over as he draws Adora into a supportive embrace.

"She's...in critical condition. They..." Her words are fragile with despair, the weight of it nearly snapping the hearts of those who heard it

"...they say she might not wake up."

[dramavixen]

watch this! – there will be ample time

Happy 2024, everyone! 'Tis the season to set goals. One of my New Year's resolutions is to be less of a drama snob and enjoy entertainment for entertainment's sake. The good news for my pretentious tastes is that most New Year's resolutions are doomed to fail.

Regardless of your television preferences, I believe that the media you consume should improve your quality of life. For me, that usually means sitting down and reflecting on how life sucks and letting that realization break my heart. That way, it can be sewn back together upon the next realization that sometimes life doesn't suck. It's a little masochistic of me.

what is there will be ample time?

An urban life drama centered around four friends in their 20s and 30s who, due to shifts in their personal and professional lives, return to their roots in the bustling city of Chengdu.

Focuses on the varying struggles of women in modern society while soothing your soul with the warmth of friendship and family.

I'm convinced that half of the lines are ad-libbed. Some of the stuff that comes out of the actors' mouths is way too natural.

why watch?

for and about the masses

The deeper I'm clamped into this world's trap of being a working-class human being, the more I'm drawn to television that depicts the average person's life. I can only watch so many shows about heirs to billionaires and gods on Earth before I start dissociating.

As you can guess, There Will Be Ample Time is a female-centric drama, but I wouldn't exactly consider it to be a "feminist" one in the traditional sense. Industry standard for feminist dramas tend to lean toward the "woman kicks male trash to the curb to live her glorious single life" trope. Those can be fun, but you can never escape the anger that comes along with seeing all those women being wronged by countless men like they're being passed along on some patriarchal assembly line. We're getting older. It's time to start looking after our blood pressures.

So here we are. Complemented by a relatively laidback Chengdu setting, our four leading ladies' lives aren't free from love life problems, but they have other things to do too:

Zhang Pei, an insurance agent with a smart eye for what work is worth doing. She's maintained a healthy relationship with her overbearing parents by keeping a distance of 1500 kilometers between them and herself for the past 15 years, but an unexpected incident makes her realize that there's no time to visit home like the present.

Gou Dandan, a beauty influencer who strives to make her life perfect both on- and off-camera. Reality hits when she discovers her husband is having an affair.

Dong Jiaxi, a recent graduate whose dream lies in writing and theater. She's just about to jump-start her career with great promise when her mother is diagnosed with cancer.

Wu Yun, a civil servant who moves to Chengdu for work. Though she visited her cousin Dandan in the city as a child, she's the only one in the group who didn't grow up in the region and needs to get accustomed to a new environment.

With the way that everyone speaks and interacts, it feels like you're taking a gander at someone's everyday life. Each character is someone you could meet on the street, a friend of yours, or just you yourself. The overarching normalcy makes you laugh that much harder at their humor and cry that many more tears when they break down.

--

move over, beijing and shanghai. it's chengdu hours

The Chinese title of the show, 故乡，别来无恙, translates to "my old home, hope you've been well." Chengdu's urban landscape has proliferated in recent years, but it remains in the main characters' hearts as a place of cozy memories—it's about the giant pandas, flavorful cuisine, and hordes of people drinking tea in a park and playing mahjong during a work day while some dude marches around asking if you would like to have your ears cleaned.

People in Chengdu have their struggles, but locals seem to take everything in stride. Most of your troubles can be alleviated by walking home where your parents have dinner ready or hanging out with your friends at the neighborhood barbecue joint. Take a break, have some tea. As hard as life can be, you should always take time to live.

(Disclaimer here that I'm definitely not biased for the place just because it's also where my roots are buried. I can testify that whenever this conditioned capitalist slave goes back to visit family, she starts having an anxious reaction to the free time and relaxation she's exposed to.)

The Chengdu dialect the actors use is...it's alright. I'm one to talk, considering I can't even get half a sentence out without stumbling on my American accent. Hey, at least they tried. If I harp on them, then I also have to harp on all the other actors out there who've spent years in the circle and still can't deliver a line with proper pronunciation or emotion.

--

relive your generational trauma in 4k imax surround sound

I don't know the writers' ages, but this work exudes the energy of Millennials finally aging into producing media that addresses generations' worth of mommy issues. You love to see it.

Do you see yourself in this picture? You're in high school. Call it hormones, call it rebelliousness, but you argue with your mom so frequently that it's become as routine and arduous as dragging yourself out of bed in the morning. Most often, one of these disputes ends with you shutting yourself in your room. Half an hour later, your mom bursts in without knocking to give you fruit on a plate. Ten years later, you feel like your frustrations were all so trivial in comparison to what your parents sacrificed for you. But does that make your feelings any less real?

There's something about Chinese families that makes us really good at hurting each other in the name of love and then never apologizing for it. Especially when compared to other family-centric shows, this one does an excellent job at portraying that exact issue. Each character deals with different forms of it, but they all struggle with being honest and respectful toward their family and face breaking points before they learn their lessons.

I saw myself in each of the children and my parents in their mothers and fathers. When you see a TV show reflect your family dynamics so accurately, it's hard not to cry when you see the aftermath of an argument on both sides. At the same time, you can't help but cackle when you witness some of the ridiculous things they fight over. In the end, why take things so far with your own family?

--

trying real hard over here to not spoil too much, but these. two. why am i like this? romance dramas give me romance and i'm disgusted because love is dumb. non-romance dramas give me romance and i'm on the floor searching for more crumbs. it's because i'm a snob, isn't it?

--

It's kind of difficult to summarize what this show does to your emotions. Somehow it manages to be an easy watch while squeezing a fist around your heart for all its worth. Most of all, it just makes you miss home, wherever that may be.

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Chapter 11: Hearts Like Wildflowers

featuring art by the wonderful golden-trash-panda ♥️

Once spring is in full swing, Willow offers to help Camila set up a little garden in the backyard using packets of specialty seeds Mrs. Plantar gave to her as a bonus for all her hard work. This way, they'll be able to grow their own fruit and veg at home, which will cut down on the cost to keep everyone well fed. Together, they work to clear out a little space riddled with overgrown weeds and bits of debris blown in from autumn and winter winds, and prep the garden beds until they're primed and ready for their first little seedlings to take root.

One afternoon, while Willow is out placing little handwritten signs to remind her where everything will be planted, Hunter ventures out into the backyard, and finally, after a week of watching from the sidelines, convinced he'll only get in the way, works up the nerve to ask her if there's anything he can do to help. To his relief, Willow's eyes light up, a bright smile curling across her face as she beckons him to join her on her little oasis of freshly-turned earth.

"Okay," she says, clapping her hands on her knees and leaving behind two little dirt-smudged handprints. "Before we begin, I need to ask — how much do you know about gardening?"

"Oh, um…hardly anything," Hunter admits in a low, sheepish voice. He doesn't have the heart to tell her that he'd actually checked out multiple books on plant magic from the Bonesborough Library just days after they'd first met, in an attempt to seem impressively knowledgeable about her chosen coven track, only to end up murdering the poor little succulent he'd tried to keep on the ledge of his bedroom window, a combination of overwatering, not enough sunlight, and ultimately, an unexpected downpour of boiling rain ruining his first and only attempt at being a plant parent.

"Well, now you've got me," she says, summoning her collection of seed packets with a little twirl of her fingers. Hunter swallows nervously, marveling at how easily they'd all just appeared out of thin air.

"What if I can't—" he falters, clenching and unclenching his hands as a sudden wave of insecurity overtakes him. "I mean, I don't have magic like you do, so I won't be able to do it as fast or as well as you."

Willow pauses in the middle of counting her collection, gaze softening as she glances up at him.

"That's okay. Humans manage to grow beautiful gardens without any magic. And you wouldn't need it anyway, since we're just starting out. Magic can be a little finicky sometimes, so it's actually better for the delicate little seedlings if you plant them by hand. So really, all you need is a pair of gentle, loving hands, and you're all set," she tells him, heat radiating through Hunter's ribcage as a pair of soft, warm hands come to rest overtop of his own.

"Oh. Well, that's—" he stumbles, all the moisture in his throat suddenly rushing to the corners of his eyes. "Thank you."

A gust of wind passes through the surrounding trees gating the backyard, letting sunlight spill through the branches in shivering, glittering bursts that dance across the surface of Willow's glasses as she stares at him, smile seeming to grow brighter with each degree Hunter's face heats up. It's been at least half a minute and she's still holding onto his hands, absentmindedly tracing one of the long, jagged scars along the back of it with the soft pad of her thumb.

Her eyes dart down between them, suddenly realizing what she's doing, and lets go as if she's been burned.

"So!" she blurts out, cheeks as red as the cheerful little tomatoes sketched across the front of the seed packet she tears open and carefully shakes out into Hunter's hands. 

"First thing we need to do is make a little divot in the soil. Just gently work your finger — I like to use my pointer or my thumb — into the top layer of soil, until you've created a nice little bed for the seed to settle into," she explains, nervousness ebbing as she slips into plant mom mode. "Then, once you've placed your seed in its little bed, gently roll the soil overtop to tuck them in."

Hunter stares at her for a moment, heart skipping in his chest because oh Titan that's the cutest thing he's ever heard, and then quickly shakes his head, determined not to mess this up. He does as he's instructed, gently prodding the tip of his pointer finger into the soil until it's about an inch or two down. Then, he takes one of the little white seeds Willow has given him and carefully places it into the hollowed-out dirt, before smoothing his palm across the top.

"Like this?" he asks, mild panic rising in the pit of his stomach at the realization that he can no longer see how the little seed is doing.

"That's perfect," Willow reassures him with an encouraging smile, pausing to tear open another packet of seeds labeled basil. "Why don't you take care of the rest of the tomatoes while I get started on some of the others?"

Hunter nods, setting to work on his new task. After the initial worry of am I doing this right? wears off, Hunter finds that he actually really likes it, sinking into the relaxing, repetitive task with ease, the only sound the steady symphony of birds and bumblebees as they sweep through the backyard.

Lovelier still is the privilege of seeing Willow in her element, more vibrant and serene than he's seen her in months. As she works her way through her little collection of speciality seeds, muttering to herself as she assesses the best place for each fruit, vegetable, and herb to grow — "Hmm…let's put the blackberries next to the strawberries, shall we? You two don't mind being roommates, do you?" — Hunter can't help but steal glances at her out of the corners of his eyes, big goofy smile spreading across his face in earnest as he listens to her have full-fledged conversations with each and every one of them, apprising them of her grand plans to take good care of them, telling them she can't wait to see them flourish and grow into something beautiful.

"Okay, that's everything," she says with a satisfied sigh, turning to face him with a bright smile. "Thanks for all of your help, Hunter."

"Of course, Will—oh," Hunter falters, breath catching in his throat at the sight of her — hair wild and free from its signature braids, loose locks framing the soft curves of her face, cheeks a patchwork of ruddy exertion and smudges of dirt painted over a fresh burst of brown sugar cinnamon from where the sun has kissed her, branding new freckles across the bridge of her nose.

Hunter's fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and tuck them back behind her ears, to swipe his thumb against the little swatches of dirt peppered across her dimpled cheeks, to slide along the soft curve of her jaw, lean forward, and press his lips against hers — but instead, he keeps them right where they are, curled into the freshly-turned earth where he'd just been patting down his progress, and tries to remember how to breathe.

Before they go back inside, Willow sets him a small task: she'll take care of the rest, but the tomato plants are his responsibility. Hunter eagerly agrees, excited to take part in something she loves so dearly.

Willow finds him outside in the garden most days, laying on his stomach in front of the little wooden sign labeled tomatoes in her neat, swirling handwriting, talking to the little seedlings, encouraging them to grow big and strong. He's so excited when his little tomato plant sprouts its first leaf that he makes it all of five minutes before he's bursting into Luz's bedroom and dragging a very sleepy yet begrudgingly fond Willow out of bed early one morning to proudly point it out.

They use Hunter's ripened tomatoes and Willow's star anise to make dulce de tomate for the whole household, and Hunter can't help but beam with pride that he managed to grow something so vibrant and beautiful with his hands, without needing magic, just by being patient, gentle, and kind.

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Being Human

The Owl House » Huntlow

Title: Being Human

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: The Owl House (Masterlist)

Relationship: Hunter | The Golden Guard x Willow Park

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: A slice of life series following the Hexsquad's adventures in the human realm over the course of a single year — a little bit of angst sprinkled in between lots of warm fuzzy found family fluff, humor, and slow burn huntlow romance.

What will they think of him when they find out what he is, after everything he's done, after everything they've already had to forgive him for? Gus, who makes him feel simultaneously protected and protective — the closest thing to a brother that Hunter has ever had (and didn't know he'd wanted until it was already his.) Willow, who— Willow, whose smile managed to warm his insides before he could even take one bite of the soup she just set down in front of him. Willow, who makes him feel everything, all at once.  Happy. Nervous. Excited. Terrified. Vulnerable. Safe.  Like he's free-falling off the top of the Knee, heart racing like he's running for his life, and yet…somehow, he knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that when he finally lands, something soft will be there to break his fall.

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[quinloki]

*pirouettes in again* Hello hello! If you're up for it, for the kink ask game, may I request Smoker and Drake with Cum Marking, Voyeurism and Formal Wear? Thannkssss your headcanon are giving me life <3

Oh you are always welcome <3 \o/ My favorite clumsy trash panda xD

You know, I really REALLY wanna add Sir Crocodile to this, so I hope you don't mind me including him at the end ^_^

I am admittedly, unsure about your inclusion of "formal wear" in this context, but I have some (I believe) solid assumptions, so I'm going to go with my gut - and if you had something else in mind, don't be afraid to speak up!

Alright let's do this - I'll save my personal indulgence until the end XD

X Drake:

Cum Marking - FUCK Yes - Neither of you are sure if it's a him thing, or part of his devil fruit. There's just something in his eyes when he cums on you. Your back, your thighs, your stomach, your face, it doesn't matter where, so long as it's there and he either rub it into your skin or watch it dry. It's like being sure that his scent is on you, whether someone else noticed it and took heed or not was on them, he was just content to know it was there.

Voyeurism - Yes - Primal play concerns him because he's worried about losing control of the instincts in his devil fruit. That said, watching you is a little like stalking you - pre-hunt kind of stalking, and it gets his blood pumping whether he wants to admit it or not. But you're only for him to watch. This isn't a show for others, and he's not sharing his prey.

Prey that knows they're being hunted, certainly, there's no way you're accidentally giving him such a beautiful show.

Formal Wear - Sure - He's not against getting dressed up, but it's not high on his list. Pirate's son to marine to undercover agent, he's just never cared for the red tape of formal occasions in general. Certainly he looks good in a suit - so does everyone, and you look amazing dressed up, but you look amazing naked underneath him. The wrapping matters little, but he will admit that slowly slipping those delicate pieces of clothes of you. Making you stand there as he unbuttoned, unzipped, and undressed you, carefully setting the expensive pieces aside before devouring you whole.

It wasn't a bad change of pace.

Smoker:

Cum Marking - Sure - On you, in you; for Smoker it doesn't matter so much. What marks you best is the scent of his smoke. He smells like his cigars, you're not entirely convinced the cigars don't just smell like him, since he is smoke. However the lines blur is irrelevant. He'll mark you however you want him to, and he has stamina enough to be sure you're thoroughly covered in cum and smoke by the end of it.

At the end of the day there'll be no question you're his.

Voyeurism - FUCK Yes - He works long hours and there's little more that's more relaxing than watching you while he gets to sit back and enjoy the show. The first time you waltzed into a room buck-ass naked, going about your day like you weren't bandying about nude and told him he was always welcome to look he took it to heart.

He enjoys everything from watching you do little chores around the house, to laying yourself out in all your glory and giving him an enticing show. He'll even watch you at times you aren't completely certain he is - but whenever there's a chance that he's watching you privately you always give him a lil' show.

Formal Wear - Yes - He's not a big fan of dressing up, but he'll endure it (and look damn good in the meantime) in order to see you all done up alongside him. He certainly enjoys getting you out of your nice clothes than he does seeing you in them, and if you've been teasing him all evening - whatever the occasion may be - then you better help him undress you if you like what you were wearing.

He's generally a patient enough man, but he's not gentle enough to promise that he won't just rip that wrapping aside to get to what he wants.

Sir Crocodile:

Cum Marking - FUCK Yes - Every way that he can mark you, he wants to. Covering you in the heat of his sand, in the wetness of his pleasure, in the scent of his cigars - biting you, lining your body with the red marks of ropes and crops, even more permanent adornments like tattoos and such. Marking you inside and out with his cum might be the most temporary option available, but he's no less into it. You're his, his prey, his love, his partner - others can dare to lay their eyes upon you, but they'll know you're his.

If their smart, they'll even sort it out before they get on Crocodile's bad side.

Voyeurism - Oh god you don't even know - Let him watch you. Let the world watch you for all he cares. So long as your actions are for him, and your noises are because of him, he doesn't care who else sees. Put on a show for him, by all means. Every curve and turn and twitch of your body belongs to him, and if you're lucky, it's because you've given it all over willingly.

It may seem like he's being gentlemanly, when he stops himself from touching you before you're ready. It may seem kind and smooth for him to close the distance while waiting so patiently for your reply before he devours you. In all honestly, he's completely fine just watching you. Watching you struggle, watching you move through thoughts and decisions, watching you slips beneath the grains of sand that make your stance unsteady.

Again and again, he'll lay his trap. Wait patiently. Purr at you softly and reassuringly. And then smile like the beast he is, as you walk yourself into the waiting jaws that will never release you again.

Formal Wear - FUCK Yes - Crocodile looks good. He looks good without a scrap of clothing on, but the man knows how to dress. He has good taste, and he'll have you both the center of attention no matter where you go. To Match without matching, to dress so elegantly that you ride the line of simplistic and overstated with such skill that magazines have declared new trends in your honor (and his).

But more than seeing you dressed so perfectly, he loves to just rip the clothes from you. He has the funds to have you perfectly dressed again the next day. Hell, he could have whatever you want completely replicated, as often as you like, but the tattered remnants of what you had been wearing will fall to the floor. His patience doesn't exist for unwrapping you, and anytime he manages to show a kindness to your clothes it is completely for your sake that he restrains himself.

... I went a little hard at the end, but um, I had thoughts.

[yanderes-galore]

Headcanons for a hybrid male or female raccoon?

Okay! Trash panda time.

Yandere! Raccoon Hybrid Concept

Possible Trigger Warnings: Yandere behavior, Manipulation, Implied violence, Slightly feral behavior

- As they are a raccoon, you can bet they usually live by scavenging.

- They've been taught such a thing their entire life.

- No matter the clothes, they have a half mask across their face along with raccoon eyes and tail by default.

- They're used to the streets and the struggles that come with them.

- They may get attached to someone who spoils them.

- You see the hybrid scavenging through a dumpster and take pity on them.

- While they're used to the judging stares of the populace, they were not expecting you to offer help.

- "What do you want...."

- The raccoon hybrid is awestruck.

- You take them in and make sure they have proper clothes and care.

- Easily they become attached....

- You've shown them a life they could only dream of.

- "This is...perfect!"

- They've never seen their fur so well groomed!

- The raccoon feels they absolutely need to repay you!

- They start with gifts, stolen gifts.

- You're scared to ask where they got such gifts...

- Then again, they're a raccoon, they have their ways.

- "I found you this! Looked expensive and precious... You deserve it!"

- Then they move onto affection... overwhelming affection.

- They become cuddly towards you.

- Draping themselves over your lap...

- Nuzzling into your clothes...

- "You smell just like me now...."

- They adore you.

- They can no longer live without you and your kind heart.

- "I'm so glad you've taken me in...."

- Raccoons have claws, too.

- They rarely try to attack people...but when it comes to you they get bold.

- Visitors are met with a growling and hissing raccoon, glaring at them from a distance.

- They want no other humans OR hybrids in your house....

- It should be only you and them

- They don't dare to share....

- They know a thing or two about fighting.

- When surviving on the streets you need to learn how to survive.

- Which may include gouging at other hybrids.

- "Any closer and you'll have scars, bud!"

- They can be both manipulative and use their power against you.

- They know how to fight, you may not.

- The hybrid may also claim they miss you so much when you're gone!

- Trying to guilt you into staying home all the time.

- If their tactics don't work...they could always just lock you in.

- The certainly know how to hide things, including keys.

[magebunkshelf]

This was originally posted to my Ko-fi page. If you follow me there, you may have read all this already.

Mitch was a surprise hit for me. He was a fun character right from the start, but I never expected him to become the channel mascot, or for people in Discord servers to begin referring to me as 'the raccoon one'. It's been amazing, and it means the world this little lad has resonated with people the way he has. 

I've spoken before about how Mitch was originally just going to be a one-off character, same as the earlier Foxboy. Mitch 1 came out around the same time as the first Vampire Hunter audio started to gain traction, so while the hunter series got the views, Mitch was the one people remembered. 

Last time I did a write-up on Mitch, I mentioned how he named himself. He never had a family and so had to pick out his own name when he was young, so called himself Mitch after a snowboarder in the PS1 game MTV Sports Snowboarding. Likewise he doesn't know when his birthday is, so it made sense to give him a date of the same origin; the 30th of September is the date MTV Snowboarding released (in NA at any rate!). Not much meaning behind the date other than that, but I felt it'd make sense for him. What can I say? Mitch grew up in the late 90's and though snowboarders were cool!

The Bunkshelf has always thematically been about exploring personal insecurities. The channel is a way for me to explore fictionalised exaggerations of various personal flaws, I feel it makes for more interesting and realistic interactions, and it helps me and hopefully the audience to understand and work with these flaws, rather than doing what I used to do, pretend they're not there. Right from the start with the Incubus I think this was pretty obvious, but with some characters like the Neko Listener, it's the listener character that carries the insecurities. 

Mitch at his heart is a character built around critically low self-value. He's a non-human living in a human world, a 'trash panda' with no home or family. He's a thief. He broke in to your house to steal food, but all his bluster fell away when he was confronted by genuine basic kindness. This has continued throughout his series, with him trying to make himself useful in organising your stuff as a way to convince you that he has a use, so you don't just discard him. The listener is kind to him, and he can't accept that he deserves it.

Sometimes it can be difficult to accept when someone is being genuinely nice to you. While the insecurities on the Bunkshelf are fictional caricatures, I've long had difficulty with compliments, feeling like they were undeserved or being overly kind, that the other person was missing some flaw in my being and only seeing me or my work through rose-tinted glasses, and it made me worry how they might react if they found out I'm not as good as they seem to think I am, like I'd been dishonest to them.

It's hard sometimes to apply the kind of advice you might give to a struggling friend to yourself. It took me realising that of course I unconditionally cherish my friends, to realise that people would feel the same way about me, and that when they say things like that, when people offer compliments or nice words, it's genuinely meant, and it's genuinely deserved. That it's okay for people to like you, and for you to like yourself.

That's what Mitch has always been an exploration of. Even in part 4 he was still shying away from the listener's kindness, still holding on to his understanding of the world where he doesn't matter. Today's audio is the tipping point we've been building up to his entire story; Mitch finally learns to accept that he's loved.

At any rate, that's the goal. I hope it works kinda!

So yeah, we've come to the end of the story arc we've been building for Mitch! I'm going to give the little guy a break for a bit, but just because his story is 'over', doesn't at all mean his story is over. We'll see Mitch again! He's not going anywhere!

[renova-writes]

Coney Island Hotdogs

Requested by: @maximeevansblog

Summary: “The reader is the daughter of bucky barnes, and the have a daddy - daugther Day, but the reader wants to sleep but her dad has other plans , and end of the Day the asks what do you wanna eat Mac donalds and the watch a movie, but the reader falls a sleep trough the movie, and he carries her to bed, but she wakes up and her dad she go back to sleep button, i am carring you to bed, and allot of fluff and cuteness and if its ready you tag me right thanks”

Words: 2,004

Warnings: Just basically a bunch of Fluff. Some mentions of bullying and death, but very light and fun

Other Works: masterlist

"Five more minutes," you whined. The clock on your bedstand read 5:39 am.

"Hey, button," you heard a voice whisper. The dark locks dangling over you told you that it was your father. "Get dressed. I have a surprise for you."

"It's too early."

"I know, but I'll make you a (your favorite caffeinated drink)" Your dad obviously wanted you to get up but was not going to force you. That was one of your favorite things about him. He never forced you to do anything you didn't want to.

"Really" Your sleepy eyes lit up at the mention of caffeine.

"Yes button, really. I promise. Just get yourself ready to go, and it will be waiting for you" he smiled and walked out of your room, "Also, bring a jacket. Just in case."

With that, your dad left. As you paused for a moment in your bedsheets, soaking up the last moments of fluffy warmth before you needed to get up, excitement crawled up your spine. It wasn't often that you and your dad did things, just the two of you. He was always busy with the Avengers, or you two were over with Sam and his family. When you did make time for special days, he usually asked you what you wanted to do beforehand.

His walking into your room at five in the morning, asking you to get up so that you two could have a bonding day, was unusual. He must have something special planned.

You forced yourself to get out of bed. That was going to be the hardest part. Half asleep, you dragged yourself over to the bathroom. You did your business and paused after washing your hands to brush your teeth and your hair. A smile crept across your face in the mirror as you tried to guess what you were going to do.

The zoo? The park? Maybe the museums?

You lived in the Avenger's tower in the heart of New York City, so there were many options. You gave up trying to guess and decided to go with whatever. It was going to be fun no matter what.

It was the beginning of spring, so it was warm during the day but cold in the mornings. You picked out a light floral dress, leggings, and a cardigan so that you could have layers. Some essential jewelry and your boots would also be a part of your outfit.

After putting on your clothes and some basic makeup, you made your way to the main room of your apartment. Just like he had promised, your dad had gotten your beverage from the Starbucks next to the lobby. He had probably gotten it before waking you up as it was sitting in the microwave/fridge.

"Hey button. Nice to see that you finally have awoken from your cavern of blankets," he joked, "You ready. I've got an amazing day planned out. Just the two of us."

"Yep. Where are we going."

"Button, that's a surprise!"

"Tell me!!" you giggled.

"Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you," he smiled. A goofy grin was on his face, with admiration pouring out of his eyes.

"Just a hint…" you begged. "I'll probably forget by the time we get there."

"No. I want it to be a complete surprise," your dad insisted, "that's why, after you drink your drink, I want you to put on a blindfold."

Oh dear, he was very insistent about this whole surprise thing.

"But first, BREAKFAST!!!" he exclaimed as he presented you with your favorite breakfast, waffles, and strawberries. The plate seemed to sparkle with deliciousness as your stomach cried out in hunger.

"Yummy!!!"

"See, I remembered your favorite" he seemed very proud of himself. You had mentioned that you liked waffles when Wanda had made them for a birthday breakfast.

"Dig in! I put some strawberry syrup into the waffles themselves so that we would have extra strawberry flavor."

He handed you a fork and a knife, and you cut into them. The heat fell off of the bite on your forked, and you braced yourself in anticipation. Your father could cook; he and Steve used to make dinners for the team. But that was with Steve, now that he was gone, your dad rarely cooked. It had been hard for him. He was slowly getting over it; you definitely helped. Having somebody to take of, his therapist agreed, was very good for him. But his food was very hit or miss. This morning, however, the waffles were amazing.

The strawberries tasted fresh and had the perfect amount of sweetness. The waffles were eggy, precisely the way you liked them.

"Dad! These are delicious!" you exclaimed.

"I know, right, they're so good," he nodded in agreement, "but can I admit something? I stole the recipe off Auntie Wanda."

It didn't matter where he got the recipe from. They were delicious. It took the two of you a total of 10 minutes to eat the entire plateful.

He pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and put it around your eyes. You had faith that he wouldn't let you bump into anything. You weren't going to have to worry about the crowded city streets. When the strangers passing by got a glimpse of his metal arm, they always made a beeline away from him.

You knew it hurt him. You could see it in his eyes. He was your dad, after all. When you were younger, you couldn't understand why they were afraid, but now that you were older, you knew. It never, even for a second, hurt your relationship with your dad. You loved him. You knew that the real James Barnes was a cinnamon roll. This was a man who wouldn't kill spiders when he found them in the kitchen. This was a man who hung out with the Parker boy and played video games.

Even though the blindfold around your eyes took away your sight, you knew that your dad was checking to see if his gun was where he needed it. After all, he was the Winter Soldier. But that was an everyday thing. When he stopped rustling with his pockets, you felt a hand on your shoulder guiding you out of the room.

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As soon as you heard the crowd's excitement, you knew where you were. The smell of cotton candy and hot dogs confirmed it.

Your dad had taken you to Coney Island.

You hadn't been there since you were a little kid and couldn't control your excitement. The hand that had been guiding you on your shoulder disappeared and removed the blindfold.

After taking a moment to adjust to the light, your eyes took in the flashing lights and kids running around. The roller coasters and carnival games all around you captivated your attention and caused a smile to form on your face.

"How's this for a surprise Button?"

"Dad, this is amazing! Thank you!!!"

"What ride do you want to go on first?"

The morning flew by in a blur. You and your dad had decided to go on every single ride you could. He had enjoyed the bumper cars and had won you a stuffed panda bear on one of the shooting games. You got the famous coney island hot dogs for lunch and ate on a bench on the beach. The entire morning, there was one thing that you really wanted to do… Ride the Cyclone.

"Hey, dad….."

"Yes Button"

"Can we ride the Cyclone"

"Um. of course. We have to. What's the point of coming here if we don't."

You threw away your trash and got in line. A man with purple hair and tattoos strapped the two of you in and took your picture.

"Alrighty ladies and gents," the loudspeaker in the car said. "Are you ready for the Cyclone"

Everyone on the train whooped and hollered in excitement, and the car lurched forward. Slowly you crept up the first hill and felt the adrenaline follow. At the top, you saw the people on the benches below. You couldn't help but compare them to little dolls from your height.

With that, the car reached the top of the hill and falls.

"Whoa, Button, I think I'm going to be sick," Buck said once you were off. He was looking somewhat green and queasy.

It was your turn to guide him... to a trash can. It turned out he wasn't going to throw up, which you were grateful for, but the Cyclone's toll had been taken. He rested his body on a bench and called it quits.

"What time is it," he asked. You checked your watch. It was two in the afternoon. "How about we do something a little, slower."

"Sure," you agreed. You were in Brooklyn, his home borough, and he decided to take you on a tour of where he grew up.

"And this is the alleyway where your Uncle Steve decided to get in all those fights," he said you passed by. "One time, after I saved his tiny ass, he told me that he thought he had pulled a muscle, and I was all like, 'Steve, you can't pull what you don't have."

You giggled at the thought of skinny Steve. Continuing on your tour, you saw his old apartment and walked through the one he shared with Steve. It had been turned into a museum, and you laughed together for an hour as he pointed out every single detail that had been changed.

"There was no way that we could have two beds! There was no heater, so we shared one! Why would they change that! It wasn't like we had anything going on between us!" he argued. You laughed as the tour guide still could not recognize one of the old occupants of the apartment.

Once your dad seemed satisfied with his tour, the two of you walked down to the nearest subway stop. In the underground station, you passed those golden arches.

"Dad, can we get McDonald's," you asked.

"Are you sure, Button, we can get much better food back a the tower"

"Yeah, we haven't had it in forever, and I need to feed my inner Chicken nugget," you joked.

He must have been in an excellent mood because he gave in to the lure of the golden arches. He also seemed like he really wanted a burger because he got his usual order, Two big macs, a large fry, and an M&M McFlurry. The super-soldier serum had granted him the ability and need to eat loads of food. You also figured that he wanted a break from Pepper's food because she had decided that the entire team needed to become more healthy conscience. It wasn't that anyone hated her food; it was just somewhat bland. And besides, who wants couscous when you can have Micky D's.

After Bucky had wolfed down his food, and you had savored each bite of Chicken Nugget, you got on the train back home. You could feel yourself grow tired as your body finally rested from an exciting and full day. Your head drooped down and rested on your father's shoulder.

"Hey, button, let's watch a movie in the tower."

He picked out a classic, The Wizard of Oz, and made popcorn. You barely made it to the tornado before your eyes finally gave up. You were so tired that you didn't feel your dad pick you up and start carrying you to your bed.

Your eyes fluttered open as you heard 'If only I had a heart' playing from the TV.

"Hey, Button," your dad's voice whispered, "You fell asleep. I didn't want you to wake up on the sofa, so I'm taking you to your bed."

He laid you down and pulled up the blankets. With a kiss on your forehead, turned to leave.

"Dad, I love you," you called out.

"I love you too, Button" On that note, he turned out your light and closed your door

[new-account-sam-christy-456]

ok Ok ok! So I made an Au it's called The next Generation Au and Pretty Much Is Just an Au About the sides Kids doing weird things during High school.

Meet the Kids:

Vinny Sanders

Vinny or Puppy Is Virgil's Son He is Also The Only Boy of the Group, His emblem is a Storm cloud With Stitched on Wolf ears, he is Most Noticeable by his Bright Brown hair that fades dark Grey and His Dyed in Light purple streak and the fact he Has a wolf like appearance, he wears A grey sweater unzipped with a Deep purple shirt, blue jeans, and grey boots, his eyes are that of a wolfs, he Unlike is Father is More a Fight sort of Guy and Will go absolutely feral if Someone is being an Butt, he loves attention especially from Patton, He's Pansexual, he's dating Emilia Sanders.

Emilia Sanders

Emilia or Em Is Patton's Daughter, she is What everyone calls the 'Mom' of the Group, Her Emblem is a Baby Bottle with Patton's Signature heart on it, she is Most Noticeable by her out going personality and her Love for the Color light Blue and Grey, the Grey streak in her hair is Natural but the Blue is dyed in, she wears a Blue Shoulder less dress with Grey stockings and Light Blue Tennis shoes along with her bright White pearls and Sun glasses, She's Bisexual, her eyes are A Beautiful Amber Color, She's More direct about how she's feeling then her father is, and She's dating Vinny Sanders

Rachael Sanders

Rachael or Lollipop is Roman's Daughter, she is The Sass and Knight (as she calls it) of the group, her Emblem is A shield covered in roses, she Is well Known for Going against stereotypical gender norms and Yelling at guys that flirt with her, she's Noticeable by her Love for shorts, Crop-tops, and Lollipops, she wears a red and Orange Hoodie crop-top with Dark grey shorts and red Converse, She's less egotistical then her father and has a single red eye, she always has her hair up/braided and the red is Dyed in, She's lesbian, She's dating Diana Sanders

Renee Sanders

Renee or Squidling is Remus' Kid and is Almost always seen Beating the Crap out of Boys for 1 of 3 reasons: They asked for it, they Are sexualizing Their Cousin, or they were Flirting with Their Girl. Renee Is Most of the time seen In Their green Hoodie and Panda hat Patton got for them, They Shaved the Back and Sides of their Head out of boredom and thought it looked good and decided to kept it, They Bug The Sides Constantly with Stupid pranks and fake Bugs, They were born with the green and brown hair for some reason but people decide not to question it because Squidling is related to the Trash Rat, their Emblem is A Huckleberry colored sword with a tentacle wrapped around it. They have One purple eye, they're slightly more Calm then their father when other sides are around but when it's just Them and Thomas, they Eat Glass and Drink vinegar while making Direct Eye contact at him and Talk With Their mouth open to him, They are Non-Binary and Pansexual, They are In a Relationship with Lanna Sanders

Lanna Sanders

Lanna or Glasses Is Logan's Daughter she Is The Walking Dictionary of the Group, her Emblem is a Rubix cube with Glasses on a Book, the Green In her Hair Is Dyed while the Blue is Natural and she Has Naturally Green eyes, Her father was So Surprised about their hair he Was Broken for 3 months before Just Leaving it to that's just how the Mindscape made her, she wears a Dress That Is Similar to her Fathers Attire And she wears the Fishnets she Got from Her Partner Renee for her Birthday she also carries around her Favorite Book 'Last desserts' a best selling Horror Book She was Bought By Rachael for Christmas, She's pansexual, She's in a relationship with Renee Sanders

Diana Sanders

This is Diana also Know as The over grown lizard, she's Deceit's Daughter, her Emblem is A 2 Head snake Surrounded by Flames, she Is The Most Calm in the Group, she Is seen In one of 2 Outfits (maybe more), she was Born with dark purple Scales and Dragon Like Appearance, Everyone was Scared of her Except for all the rest if the Group, She's Biromantic and Asexual, She's In a Relationship with Rachael Sanders

Olive Sanders

this is Olive or Olive juice, She Is Thomas' daughter that he Adopted at a Young age she Surprisingly a Lot like Thomas and looks a lot like him also, if Hosts had an Emblem Her's would Be a chocolate chip star cookie, She's Younger then her sides for some reason but no one questions it, She's Too young to know what she is yet, She's a Child so she's single.

want to ask them? Go here: @the-next-gen-sanders-sides-au

(tags)

@hunter-the-sad-skeleton

[wheels-of-despair]

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) Masterlist Vol. 1

Welcome to my Eddieverse, which I'm affectionately referring to as Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games With Me. These are snippets of a playful, prank-filled relationship that begins in 1984, starring Eddie Munson and a female reader I call Evil Woman.

These stories were originally designed to be standalones that could be read in any order, but as this world grows, a little organization might help. The original list below, with descriptions, is the order in which they were posted. Newer stories can be found here. There's also a list in chronological order. You can still pick and choose and read in any order you want. Lists will be updated as I post new stuff.

If you are a blank or ageless blog who interacts with a fic that contains as Do Not Interact (DNI) warning, you will be blocked.

🧡 - Regularly scheduled light-hearted fun. 🖤 - Shit just got real. 💛 - IDK man, this one just kind of wrote itself. 💖 - Wait, there's romance now?

Wrapping Paper 🎅🧡 Eddie thinks he's here to hang out while you wrap presents, but you have something else in mind.

Fucking Fireworks 🎇🖤 Eddie doesn't like fireworks anymore. (New Year's Eve angst, AU where the events of S4 weren't prevented by the fic below)

The Fastest Fix-It (Or: How a Jealous Girlfriend Shut That Shit Down and Saved Eddie Before the Bell Rang) 🧡 In which a jealous girlfriend completely de-rails season 4, but Eddie's fine, so it's all good. (Fix-It, via the path of least resistance)

Draw Me Like One of Your Dwarf Girls, Eddie 🧡 Inspired by Titanic, Eddie decides to work on his drawing skills, and accidentally awakens a monster.

Eddie Munson and the Worst Valentine's Day Ever 💝🖤 An 8-year-old Eddie Munson has an experience that changes his feelings on Valentine's Day forever. (will make you cry)

Eddie Munson and the Best Anti-Valentine's Day Ever 💝🧡 In a sequel to the story above, Eddie discovers that Valentine's Day isn't so bad when you have someone to hate it with. (2.8k of me trying to make amends for what I did to him in the prequel)

Classy Girl and the Scruffy Boy 🧡 Eddie's girl invites him over for a romantic dinner and a movie. It's... not exactly what he expected.

Wake-Up Call 🧡 Eddie doesn't want to get up. Sucks to be him.

The Case of the Missing Eddie 🖤🧡 Eddie disappears, and you freak the hell out.

Pinch Proof 🍀🧡 Eddie forgot to wear green on St. Patrick's Day, but you have an easy solution.

The Nerd King Cops a Feel 🧡 Eddie learns something about bras: He hates them.

Revenge of the Freaks 🧡 The Hellfire Club does April Fool's Day a little differently than you might expect.

It's the Easter Dragon, Eddie Munson 🐣🧡 Just a big scary metalhead doing cute Easter-y things with Evil Woman and her family for the first time, nothing to see here.

Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games With Me 🧡 The story of how Evil Woman got her name.

The Ups and Downs of Dating a Trash Panda 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman's first date doesn't go exactly as planned… but everything works out in the end. Obviously.

It's Okay If You Are 🧡 Evil Woman and Eddie have a talk about The Dreaded V-Word.

Smoke Break 💖 Hellfire is holed up in your basement on prom night, but you can't sleep. Might as well drag Eddie outside for a smoke break.

I Touched Banana Bubblicious For You 🖤🧡 Some dickhead stuck a wad of gum in Eddie's hair, and you get the honor of removing it.

The Fuck Did You Just Say to Me? 💛💖 Eddie tests the degradation waters. Evil Woman boils him in it.

Who's Your Fucking Daddy? 💛💖 Eddie tries out the "daddy" thing. EW has an unexpected reaction.

You're the Fucking Worst 💛💖 Eddie tries talking dirty. Evil Woman is not a fan.

The First and Last Breakup of Eddie Munson and Evil Woman 🖤 Once upon a time, two stupid teenagers fell in love. And then they broke up for a stupid reason and spent a whole week doing stupid things because they're stupid teenagers. (angst with a happy ending)

Werewolf Children 🧡 The first time Eddie spent the night with Evil Woman, it was kind of an accident…

Sweet New Tatty 🧡 Eddie has a new tattoo, and it's driving Evil Woman crazy.

A Very Important Date 🎂🧡 Evil Woman doesn't want to make a big deal out of her birthday. However, she's dating Eddie Munson, sooo…

Clown Around and Find Out 🤡💛 Eddie decides to play a prank on Evil Woman, and quickly finds out just how dangerous that is.

The Little Air Conditioner That Could 🔥🧡 Eddie's girl is having a love affair with his air conditioner.

Secret Weapons 🧡 Eddie's mad at Evil Woman (over something dumb, don't worry, doesn't matter), but she knows how to win him back.

This Is Better 🧡 Eddie's lady love is down with The Curse, but his cuddly nature and massive paws come to the rescue.

Fangs for the Mammaries 🧡💖 Eddie wants to try a sexy new toy into the bedroom. Evil Woman wants a divorce. (unhinged Halloween-adjacent fluff)

Don't Move 💖 Eddie looks really good waiting for your snacks to come out of the microwave. So good that you'd rather eat him instead.

Eddie Munson Is My Babydaddy 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman are responsible for a Flour Sack Baby for a week. Shenanigans ensue.

Flying Monkeys Couldn't Drag Me Away 🍂🧡 Evil Woman invites Eddie over for a fun fall night of makin' treats and watchin' a movie with the family.

What If Real Life Is the Nightmare? 🖤 Evil Woman has a dream about finding Eddie's broken body in a dark and awful place full of slimy monsters and red lightning… but it's just a dream, right? RIGHT? (dark but has a happy ending, I promise)

Bonus Blurb: What If Real Life Is Good? 🧡 Evil Woman comes home after What If Real Life Is the Nightmare and has A Heartfelt Moment with Baby Bro. (brotherly fluff, not much Eddie)

The Last First Day 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman have a dramatic reunion on his last first day at Hawkins High. Class of '86, baby!

The First Lazy Thanksgiving 🧡🦃 Eddie comes to stay with Evil Woman during Thanksgiving Break '85 for a lazy and turkey-filled few days… but do holiday plans ever actually turn out the way they're supposed to?

I Hate Mondays 🧡 Like his beloved Garfield, Eddie hates Mondays. Evil Woman decides to give him a reason to look forward to them.

The Family Holiday 🖤🎅 It's December of 1985, and Evil Woman is ready to spend her first real Christmas with Eddie… why is he being weird about it?

I Promise 🧡🎅 Eddie gives Evil Woman something special during a quiet moment together on Christmas Morning '85.

A Slightly Late Munson Christmas 🧡🎅 Eddie spent Christmas '85 with Evil Woman, but it's time to go home and celebrate with Wayne… what if he brings her along?

The First Countdown 🧡🎇 Eddie and Evil Woman go to Reefer Rick's on New Year's Eve to say goodbye to 1985… and hello to a new favorite tradition.

The Best $7 Eddie Munson Ever Spent 🧡 In the fall of 1983, Eddie bought something he thought was cool… but he didn't realize how important it was until a year later.

The Devil's Trip 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman embark on an epic spring break road trip… in which everything goes wrong.

Evil Woman's Tit-Warming Service 🧡 Eddie's cold, and there's only one acceptable solution to this very perky problem.

The Freak and His Evil Woman Do Valentine's Day 🧡💘 Last year's anti-Valentine's Day date was a success… but what if Eddie and Evil Woman tried normal romantic stuff in 1986?

Three Days 🖤🧡 Three days after Eddie and Evil Woman met for the very first time… there was a jock encounter they'll never forget.

Have You Ever Choked a Chicken? 🧡 Evil Woman decides to pop in and surprise Eddie with some morning cuddles… but, uh, he's a little busy.

A Situation 🧡🍍 There's only one thing in the world that could make Eddie turn Evil Woman Action down… and it's down there.

Taking Matters Into Your Own Hands 🧡 Eddie's on the phone talking to a nerd, and not in bed pleasuring his beloved like he should be. Evil Woman finds a way to make him focus on the important things.

Boys Are Idiots 🖤 (Alternate Version starring Billy Hargrove) Evil Woman gets partnered up with Steve Harrington for a science project. Which means she has to TALK to him? And be NEAR him? Eddie Munson is NOT a fan.

The Breakfast Club 🧡 It's 1985, and it seems like the entirety of Hawkins High is obsessed with The Breakfast Club. Evil Woman drags Eddie to the theater to see what all the fuss is about.

Evil Woman Sees (Big) Red 🖤👊 Remember in I Touched Banana Bubblicious For You, when Evil Woman had to get gum out of Eddie's hair? Again? Well… what if she found the person responsible?

The Long Con 🧡 Evil Woman brings Eddie a thoughtful gift… but there are some springs attached.

Can't Take You Anywhere 🧡 Eddie is super bored in the BMV and Evil Woman needs to find something for him to do, stat!

Heaven and Hell (Or: Eddie and Evil Woman Do… Prom?!) 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman are checks notes going to prom? Like normies?!

The Letter 🖤🧡 Evil Woman gets a letter in the mail and says it's not a big deal… but to Eddie Munson, it's a very big deal.

Go Get 'Em, Tiger 🧡 Evil Woman sees Eddie in his gym shorts. 😏

Munson v. O'Donnell 🖤🧡 It's 1986, and Eddie Munson's long and storied high school career has come down to O'Donnell's final… and EW believing in him.

Did I Forget to Mention That? 🖤🧡 Eddie overhears a phone call between EW and the father she hates, which leads to a discussion they probably should've had ages ago.

Look At Him Now 🧡 Evil Woman sits with Wayne and watches Eddie be a dork.

Corroded Coffin v. Slip 'n Slide 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman find an old Slip 'n Slide at a yard sale, and Corroded Coffin is super excited to try it out.

Best Seat in the House 🧡 Eddie needs a place to sit. Is Evil Woman's lap available?

Evil Woman and Baby Bro vs. The Worst Summer Vacation Ever 💛 Evil Woman and Baby Bro are off to see their old man in sunny Florida! Against their will. Armed only with well-concealed snacks and metal mix tapes and unacceptable attitudes. Send help.

The Legend of Lobster-Dick 🧡 It's Gareth's birthday! Evil Woman and Eddie present him with a cake he'll never forget. In front of all his friends. Oh no.

Ghost-Fuckers 🧡👻 Evil Woman dresses up to give Eddie a spooky, sexy surprise. But since when do things ever go as planned for those two?

How to Get a Hot Date 🖤🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman run into a little jock trouble… but she'll snark their way out of it. And into something else.

Brawl in Hallway B 👊 You mess with the Dungeon Master, you get the Hellfire Horns… or something. Or: Eddie, Evil Woman & Co. have had enough.

Gonna Need A Bigger Bathtub 🧡 Evil Woman, Eddie, and the rest of the Hellfire nerds have been sentenced to helping out at the school carnival.

Late 🖤 Eddie and Evil Woman survive a pregnancy scare.

The Sacrifice 🦇 Evil Woman makes an offering to the Prince of Darkness.

Stargazer 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman do a little stargazing.

Moment of Truth 🖤🧡 Eddie is forced to have a terrifying conversation.

Knock 💛 This is why you knock, Gareth. THIS IS WHY YOU KNOCK.

Insatiable 💖 Evil Woman wakes up with Eddie on the brain and has to get off. Get HIM off. Of her brain. UGH. (The 69th ExEW fic!)

It's a Wonderful Life (Even in Hawkins) 🖤🎄 What would the lives of Eddie Munson's loved ones look like if he didn't exist?

A Proposal 🧡 Eddie has a very important question to ask Evil Woman.

Me Without You 🖤🧡 "What would you do if I died?" Spiral at a hypothetical question, obviously.

Tangled 🖤 Eddie gets a comb stuck in his hair. Evil Woman untangles it, and a little bit of his tragic backstory comes out with it.

I'm Gonna Love You Forever 🖤🧡 Eddie gets some upsetting news and has to hide out at Evil Woman's house for a little while… it's an angsty one, kids.

Bloodletting 🖤🧡 A passionate tryst between Eddie and Evil Woman quickly becomes her worst nightmare.

There's No i In Sickness 🧡 Evil Woman's been sick for a week, but she's finally well enough to reunite with Eddie!

I Heart U 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman kill time by playing in the snow.

Define Romance 🧡 Is Eddie romantic? Evil Woman ponders. Out loud. And makes Eddie squirm a little, just for fun.

Dummy and All 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman are having the best date ever… and then, one little slip-up changes everything.

Do It Yourself (Or: How Eddie Munson Chipped His Tooth) 🧡 Eddie has a weird question for EW that leads to an even weirder experiment. Hilarity ensues. 'Cause they're stoned. And morons.

The Hawkins Wives 💜 Mom's POV, because Evil Woman's mom is invited to a Tupperware party! There's no ulterior motive here! The upstanding housewives of Hawkins just want to get acquainted with the new mom in town!

A Night Under the Stars 🧡 Eddie's sick of the all the damn rain. Evil Woman raises his spirits with a surprise. What if he has something up his sleeve too?

Dream Wedding 🖤🧡 The wedding of Eddie Munson and Evil Woman… does not go as smoothly as one would hope.

It's Happening 🖤🧡 Eddie Munson and Evil Woman are gonna walk that stage, snatch those diplomas, and have an absolutely unforgettable day.

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[fairytales-and-folklore]

Chapter 2: All I Need Is To Come Home To You

featuring art by the wonderful golden-trash-panda ♥️

Hunter moves in the following Saturday, setting up camp in Amity's old room. It's nice. Clean. A little bigger than the room he'd been staying in across the hall (makes sense, he hears Amity's parents are loaded, so they could probably afford to spring for something a little fancier than what an antique seller and a music professor's salaries could fetch.) But more than that, the whole place just feels…right.

The first thing Hunter notices about Willow's apartment is how bright and cheerful it is, filled from floor to ceiling with a veritable jungle of potted and hanging plants, cozy handcrafted throw blankets, and half-finished knitting projects. He'd never really gotten a chance to see what it looked like before — usually, they'd all just go out somewhere, hang out on campus, or host movie marathons and game nights at his and Luz's place, since they were the ones with the big tv and all the gaming consoles.

But it's so nice and welcoming, not five minutes in and already Hunter feels right at home. Willow's place, like Willow, is a breath of fresh air. Their place, he corrects himself with a small smile as he sets his duffel down on the floor of his new bedroom.

It doesn't take him long to move in all his stuff — he's only really got a bed, a desk, a dresser, and a couple of bookcases — but unpacking and sorting through his massive collection of pristine hardcovers and dog-eared paperbacks, sketchbooks and scattered pencils, and more ripped jeans, faded band t-shirts, and hooded sweatshirts with custom-made thumbholes than he realistically ever actually wears ends up taking most of the afternoon, dithering back and forth on how precisely he should arrange them now that he has the opportunity to start fresh.

A little later that evening, just as he's finishing up cozy-fying his bed, there's a gentle knock on his bedroom door, and Hunter glances up to find Willow standing in the open frame, dressed in a pair of bright green shorts and a pale pink tank top, reminding him almost instantly of the watermelon print pajama pants he's got tucked away in his top drawer. Funny how they always seem to match each other without even trying.

"Hey," she greets him with a bright smile and a small wave. "I figured you might be hungry, so I ordered us a pizza."

"Pineapple and pepperoni?" Hunter perks up, head tilting to the side like a golden retriever at the mention of food.

"Obviously," Willow smirks, folding her arms across her chest and leaning against the doorframe.

"You're the best," Hunter sighs, and Willow's heart leaps into her throat as he flashes her one of his signature charming smiles that showcases the cute little gap between his two front teeth.

"You're the only one who appreciates my weird taste in pizza toppings," she says, hoping he can't see the sudden blush spreading across her cheeks in the dim glow of the hall light pouring through his bedroom door.

"Psh, we're not weird. Everyone else's taste buds are just broken," Hunter laughs, reaching for his wallet on his bedside table. "How much do I owe you?"

"Don't worry about it," she reassures him as he rifles through the cricket chirps and cobwebs of his wallet, fishing out his last twenty dollar bill. "Dinner's on me."

"Willow—" he goes to argue, just like he always does.

"Shhh, let me do something nice for you," she says, giving him a playful eye roll.

You already did. You came into my life, Hunter thinks but absolutely does not say out loud.

"Fiiiine. Thank you," he relents with a melodramatic sigh, already coming up with a plan to sneak the money into her purse the next time she leaves it unattended on game night. "But next round's on me."

"Deal," she says, shaking her head in fond amusement.

Hunter smiles back at her, a warm fuzzy feeling slipping between his ribs like cocoa at the thought of all the next times they're going to have together in the coming months.

"So," Willow prompts a few moments later, eyes casting around the room with an appreciative smile as she bounces on the balls of her feet. "You settling in okay? I know it's kind of a big change…us living together."

Hunter's gaze snaps back up to meet hers, momentarily distracted by the soft pink patches forming across her cheeks, the way his own suddenly burn like a summer heatwave.

"Oh, uh…yeah!" he replies, eyes darting nervously toward his closet, praying the little latch on the door is strong enough to hold back the avalanche of dirty laundry he'd just shoved into it not five minutes prior.

"Yeah no, it's great! I love it here. I love y— living with you. I really like all the plants you've got everywhere," he says, wincing and wondering why he suddenly sounds so awkward.

"Heh, yeah, there's kind of a lot, huh?" Willow huffs out around a self-deprecating little chuckle. "Hazards of working at a plant shop. You end up taking home a new one just about every week."

"Guess it's a good thing Luz works at a vet clinic and not a pet adoption agency, otherwise we'd have had the same problem but with dogs," he chuckles, anxiously smoothing back a stubborn lock of hair that keeps falling down in front of his eyes. "Not— not that the plants are a problem. I really like— it's like living in a garden. It's beautiful, and there's so much…air."

Oh god. Why is he like this?

"I know what you meant," Willow assures him with a soft smile, eyes the same pale green as the gorgeous golden goddess philodendron sitting in the middle of their coffee table. "And thank you. I'm glad you like them."

"I do," he says, holding her gaze with a soft besotted smile of his own. For all the extra air this apartment allegedly seems to have, it's remarkable how breathless Hunter feels at the sight of Willow's signature dimpled smile.

"Is that the Bones To Earth series?" Willow exclaims suddenly, dashing past the threshold to crouch in front of Hunter's neatly organized bookshelf, fingertips skimming the spines of a colorful collection of fantasy novels. "You brought these with you?"

"Oh, uh—" Hunter falters, a little dizzy from the overwhelming realization that Willow Park is inside his bedroom, hoping like hell he didn't kick any dirty laundry under his bed, or leave anything embarrassing out for her to find. "I mean, of course. Like I was gonna leave my mint condition hardcovers at home for King and Hooty to get ahold of."

"Yeah, your mom's dogs are little terrors," Willow laughs, thinking back to the time they found a nest of Gus's Cosmic Frontier action figures, Raine's sheet music, Eda's bunny slippers, and Hunter and Luz's sneakers stashed away in the downstairs closet, courtesy of the little black terrier and little brown dachshund. It got so bad they had to start hanging their shoes on coat racks just to keep them from getting chewed up.

"Ugh, but I'm no better. Wouldn't exactly call them mint condition anymore, not after what I did to them," Willow winces as she holds up the first in the series, little tears all around the edges of the paper jacket, tiny veins like spiderwebs woven across the cracked spine, countless creases across the top corner of every chapter, marking Willow's place where she'd last left off. "Sorry about that."

"Don't be. That's just normal wear and tear," Hunter lies, knowing full well that if it were anyone else, he would've immediately revoked their borrowing privileges. "That just shows how much we loved them."

"God, we were obsessed," Willow laughs, tracing a fingertip across the glittering gold lettering, spelling out the full title in a swirling, cursive scrawl — From Bones To Earth: A Study Of Wild Magic. She glances up at him, nose wrinkling in a self-effacing little smile. "I've got mine sitting on my bedside table. Guess that 'we were so obsessed' isn't quite so past tense."

Willow's got books 2, 3, and 5, filling in the missing gaps to Hunter's 1, 4, 6, and 7. To anyone else, it might seem a little odd that they never thought to buy their own copies of their all-time favorite book series, but in truth, they never saw a need, given that they were constantly borrowing each other's back and forth all the time anyway.

"I listen to the audiobooks to fall asleep every night. Your secret's safe with me," Hunter chuckles, sending her a playful wink that has Willow's cheeks burning like she just stuck her face in front of an oven. In dire need of a distraction, Willow's eyes dart toward a cardboard box labeled nighttime sitting next to Hunter's bed.

"Oh hey, looks like you forgot a few things. Here, let me help!" she says, reaching in and pulling out a little pink frog with green aviator glasses that's clearly met the definition of well-worn and well-loved, hiding under a spare set of bedsheets. 

For a moment, Hunter freezes, worried she's going to judge him for being twenty years old and still sleeping with a stuffed animal. But Willow merely smiles, eyes meeting his with an achingly soft sort of fondness as she asks, "Who's this little guy?" holding Hunter's beloved childhood toy in her hands like she's just unearthed a priceless treasure.

"That's Sprig," Hunter offers tentatively, and then, with a little more confidence at the way her smile grows even brighter, he adds, "And this is Flapjack." He takes a small, bright red cardinal with a big scratch over one of its eyes (either King or Hooty's handiwork, they're not sure which) out of the same box and holds it out for her.

"Well, aren't you just the cutest," Willow coos, kissing the top of Flapjack's head before propping the little cardinal and pink frog up against Hunter's pillow.

Hunter's mouth falls open, heart skyrocketing into his throat. She kissed— Willow just kissed his—

"You don't, um…" he falters, adam's apple straining against his throat as he swallows. "You don't think I'm weird for having them?" he asks, remembering how his uncle used to tease him for holding onto the little frog like a security blanket, calling him weepy, weak, and childish.

In lieu of an answer, Willow takes him by the hand and leads him across the hall into her room (HER ROOM) bathing the walls in a soft golden glow as she flips on the overhead light. It's exactly how Hunter always imagined it would be, filled with soft florals and earthy greens, so cozy he could easily curl up underneath the handmade patchwork quilt draped across her bed and sleep there for hours. 

Willow weaves seamlessly through the room, plucks a little stuffed bumblebee from the center of her bed, and drops it into Hunter's hands. It's soft, despite being very old and well-loved, faded black bleeding into pastel yellow from so many years of snuggles and wash cycles.

"This is Clover," she says, beaming up at him with a smile sweet as honey. "I've had her since I was a kid. My dads got her for me as a birthday present. I couldn't imagine not taking her with me. She's my little pal, my talisman."

"She's your palisman," Hunter offers with a small smile, warmth flooding his chest when Willow barks out a laugh and exclaims, "Exactly! See? You get it."

Hunter watches as Willow gives the little stuffed bee a kiss on the forehead just as she did for Flapjack, before nestling Clover back into her spot amongst an array of plush throw pillows and hand-sewn quilting, and not for the first time that day, thinks, I'm home.

• • •

Hunter gets up absurdly early every morning to go for a run, even on the weekends. One such Sunday, less than twenty-four hours after moving in together, Willow rounds the corner from her bedroom and literally crashes into him on her way to the bathroom. One minute she's stifling a yawn, mentally putting together a shopping list for their shared kitchen space, the next she's slamming face-first into a wall of muscle, hands splayed across Hunter's bare chest.

Willow's seen Hunter shirtless a few times over the years, all those summers spent piling into Eda's car, hoping her broken down hunk of junk held together with duct tape and sheer spite would make it all the way to the coast for a beach day, and while it was a magnificent sight to behold, she's never seen him quite like this — fresh from a steaming hot shower, wearing nothing but a towel tucked low at the waist, water trickling down his torso in tiny rivulets. 

Hunter's always been a bit of a gangly thing, but the past year has clearly been kind to him — all those workouts he's been doing are quite effectively working out.

The two of them stand there, stark still like they've been put under a freezing spell, Hunter's blush growing steadily deeper, spreading across every inch of visible skin like a wildfire, made all the more obvious by how pale he is. Far too late, Willow realizes that her palms are still splayed across Hunter's chest, fingers absentmindedly curling into the soft patch of hair that winds from his heart to his belly. 

"I, um…" she falters, breath catching in the back of her throat as she watches another bead of water drip down Hunter's neck and settle between her fingers. She takes a startled jump back, removing her hands as though they've been burned, and innocently tucking them behind her back.

As if things couldn't possibly get any more awkward, Hunter's towel starts to slip, exposing a trail of dark blond hair leading all the way down to his—

Whoah.

Willow has always been something of an asset gal, and right now, all of Hunter's invaluable assets are on full display.

"Fuck, fuck, sorry," Hunter blurts out in a flustered rush, face redder than the ripening tomatoes in Willow's living room garden as he makes a mad dash down the hallway and slams his bedroom door shut, towel still pooled in a puddle at Willow's feet.

Forgetting entirely why she got up to use the bathroom in the first place, Willow wanders back to her bedroom in a bit of a daze, collapsing backward onto her mattress with something between a giggle and a scream, hands covering her blushing face as she tries to steady her breathing, unable to get the image of a half-naked Hunter out of her head, or shake the feeling of soft hair and lean muscle beneath her fingertips.

• • •

They don't talk about the towel incident, managing to avoid each other for two whole days until Willow is forced to intervene in Hunter's cooking. She comes home from class late one evening to find him dithering about the kitchen, the whole place enveloped in a cloud of thick black smoke, shouting a frantic chorus of SORRY, SORRY, I'M SO SORRY over the screech of the smoke alarm.

After wrenching the batteries out of the offending thing and opening up all the windows to clear the air, Willow decides she's had enough of awkwardly avoiding her best friend, grabs her cooking supplies, and teaches him how not to burn pasta, Hunter blushing redder than the tomatoes Willow shows him how to slice as she stands behind him and guides his hands.

So she saw her crush naked. So what? It's no big deal. They've known each other for years, it was bound to happen eventually. Especially now that they've living together, sharing a bathroom.

Yeah, no big deal. It's just a naked body. A very attractive naked body belonging to the one person she's been stupid in love with for the past five years, and— nope, stop thinking about it. He's literally right there. Don't be weird.

It's not like this changes anything. It doesn't make her like him any more or any less than she already did. Really, the only difference is that now, her daydreams have a bit more…detail. Willow stifles a giggle at the memory of her most recent fantasy involving Hunter and a couple of book stacks in the restricted section of the library, and tries to focus on teaching him how to boil pasta without letting it stick to the bottom of the pot and burn. If she's not careful, she's going to set their kitchen (not to mention herself) on fire. 

(Thank god they're not cooking penne.)

"This is amazing," Hunter moans as he twirls another forkful of angel hair slathered in Gilbert and Harvey's special red sauce recipe, and pops it into his mouth. "I mean, I knew you could bake. Your triple fudge brownies? There's a reason they always sold out within the first five minutes of every bake sale. But I didn't know you could cook like this, too. Where did you learn how to make this?"

"My dads taught me," Willow says brightly, beaming at him from across the kitchen table as she twirls another forkful off her own plate. "I've been helping them in the kitchen pretty much since I was old enough to walk. Papa got me a stepstool so I could reach the counter, and would stand behind me, showing me how to roll cookie dough into little circles and add herbs and spices to his stews — it was a lot of just dropping ingredients he'd already prepared into a pot and sprinkling the salt shaker. But when I got older, Dad taught me how to properly slice fruit and vegetables and let me control the burners. Soon enough, we were all preparing meals together — Dad on chopping duty, Papa on stovetop duty, and me manning the oven for dessert."

"Cooking is pretty much my family's love language," Willow laughs. "The two of them love to experiment and come up with new recipes. Most days, it's like a potions lab in there."

"That is so cool," Hunter says eagerly, leaning forward on his elbows and drinking in every word. "Our kitchen was always like a potions lab too…only, Luz and Eda's experiments never came out nearly as good as yours. Do you remember the pumpkin—"

"Oh, I remember the pumpkin pie incident," Willow giggles, wrinkling her nose at the memory. "Your whole house smelled like a fall-flavored nightmare for weeks."

"And yet you still chose to come over after school every day and subject yourself to that allspice atrocity, when you could've just stayed home, basking in the warm, inviting scents of actual, edible food," Hunter teases, flashing her a grin that plainly he says he wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Well, I couldn't risk you ruining my winning streak in Mario Kart, now could I?" Willow quips, hiding her smug grin behind a swig of apple cider.

"Okay, first of all, rude. If anything, we were tied for first," Hunter scoffs in mock offense. "Second, I wouldn't exactly call it winning when you're cheating."

Willow smirks. Well, she didn't earn the nickname Blue Shell Bandit for nothing.

"It's called playing dirty, there's a difference," she says, smile growing wider when Hunter snorts on his gulp of cider. "And if you need a reminder of my superior gaming prowess, I'd be more than happy to kick your ass next game night."

"Oh, it's on. Prepare to forfeit your crown, Captain," he says, fixing her with a playful grin.

"Bring it, Golden Boy," she teases, sending a whole garden's worth of butterflies fluttering in Hunter's stomach at the mischievous spark in her eye.

And that right there is the reason he always lost to her in racing games, too caught up in the melodic trill of her triumphant laughter, the way her competitive teasing always danced right along the edge of flirtation, palms sweating, face burning every time she'd lean into his shoulder and sing, "Hah! I won again! Looks like you owe me another cone," all too eager to spend his summer nights walking through the park on their way back from the ice cream shop, chocolate and vanilla swirl melting down the back of his hands, balmy breeze combing through his hair as he fell into step beside her.

If he's being honest, he probably could've beaten her best times if he really wanted to, but he just couldn't bring himself to see the initials W.P.P. disappear off the score board.

Doesn't mean he won't join in her good-natured trash-talking, though.

"Let's face it, the only way you're gonna win is if you put me in a food coma…which, judging by how much I've eaten, is a very real possibility," he chuckles, because apparently he is physically incapable of trash-talking his best friend without adding in a compliment. "Seriously, this tastes incredible."

"Thank you, I'm glad you like it," she says with a preening smile. "But really, you deserve credit too. You're the one who helped me make it."

"And surprisingly, I did not burn down the kitchen in the process," he laughs, lifting up what's left of his cider in a celebratory toast.

"You just almost did," Willow teases, giggling as she clinks her glass against his. "I'd call that progress."

"Yeah," Hunter sighs, ducking his head in a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that. Eda's more of a 'let's order pizza and pretend this never happened' kind of cook, whereas Raine's always been a raw foods type of person, so I never really got a whole lot of experience in the kitchen."

"Not gonna lie, kinda jealous you grew up around all that delicious cooking," he says, and for a moment, Willow is struck with a sudden wistfulness that she never thought to invite him over to cook with her and her dads before. After all, her parents adore him. So much so that they make a point to ask about him every time they call to check in, chuckling to themselves like they can hear the smile in her voice every time she says his name.

Oh, right. That's why. Because Gilbert and Harvey Park are the most embarrassing dads on the face of the planet, and would've totally gone out of their way to embarrass her and "accidentally" call him her boyfriend if he ever came to the house without the rest of their little friend group in tow. They'd consider it an official "meet the parents" date and would probably break out the baby photos.

Willow shudders at the thought.

"—really delicious. I'd love to learn more, if you'd be willing to show me," Hunter says, snapping Willow's focus back to their conversation. "What else do you know how to make?"

"Oh, uh— lots of things! Chicken soup, beef and potato stew, pulled pork, vegetable fried rice, eggs in a basket, flapjacks and french toast…" she says, listing them off on her fingers as she goes, and despite how full he is, Hunter's mouth waters at the very thought.

"Could you teach me?" he asks, fixing her with that signature smile that makes her heart feel like it's about to float right out of her chest.

She feels her own lips curl up in a smile at the thought of the two of them slow dancing around the kitchen together, the way her dads always do whenever they think no one else is watching.

"Absolutely," she says, heart melting as his eyes light up like the rising sun.

• • •

The following Saturday officially marks one week since Luz and Amity moved in together, so they're celebrating with a movie night. Hunter is admittedly relieved that he no longer lives in the apartment that hosts all the game nights and get-togethers — much as he loves spending time with his sister and their friends, it's nice to be able to come back home to a place that's quiet and clean. 

No more vacuuming up popcorn kernels or scrubbing pizza sauce out of the carpet every other weekend. No one bursting through the front door shouting, "Did I miss anything? What's the score?" as they all pile onto the couch to watch the latest grudgby match (although, he has to admit, it's pretty adorable seeing Willow's face painted in streaks of green, gold glitter woven through her braids courtesy of Amity, cheering the loudest of them all every time Stabatha Jenkins scores a goal.)

Tonight's festivities are a little more subdued — movie night, featuring some schmaltzy supernatural rom-com that Luz picked out called Love Choice. Before the opening credits even finish rolling, Hunter and Willow have already got their phones out, covertly texting each other from opposite ends of the couch about how bad the movie is, cracking jokes about the characterization, pointing out all the plot holes, and reciting the most melodramatic lines to each other in all caps.

Golden Boy: CONSTANCE, MY CYBERNETIC ABS BELONG TO YOU AND YOU ALONE Captain Willow Park: ALLOW ME TO SERENADE YOU WITH THE TRADITIONAL SONG OF MY PEOPLE Captain Willow Park: *ALIEN DEER SCREECH*

"Ooo who're you texting? A cute girl?" Luz teases, playfully poking her brother in the ribs with her big toe when she sees his phone light up for the dozenth time in a row.

"So what if I am?" Hunter replies automatically, nudging her away with his knee. A bright white glare flashes across the lenses of Willow's glasses as she quickly glances up at him, blush visible even in the dark hazy blue glow of the television screen. Hunter stares back at her, heat prickling up the back of his neck, phone going lax in his hands.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Luz leans over to sneak a peek at Hunter's phone screen, only to squint down at the name in his contacts and exclaim, "Oh my god, are you guys texting each other? You're literally sitting two feet away from one another and you live together."

"They're even worse than we were when we first started dating," Amity giggles in a hushed whisper, wrapping her arms around Luz's waist and gently tugging her back into her lap.

Willow huffs out a sheepish laugh, sending Hunter a side-eyed grin as if to say whoops, looks like we've been caught, before reluctantly turning her attention back to the television screen. Hunter smiles back at her, slipping his phone back into his pocket with a sigh, and draping his arm across the back of the couch, heart leaping into his throat when Willow moves a little closer and presses her cheek against the back of his hand.

They watch the rest of the movie in companionable silence, save for Luz's random outbursts of laughter and lengthy debates over who Constance should choose as her one true love: Hunter the lumberjack cyborg or Alastair the emo alien deer — until a competition to see who can win her affections by cooking her the best breakfast ends in a slow-motion close-up of a giant stack of buttermilk pancakes dripping with an obscene amount of melted butter and maple syrup, and Hunter's stomach gives a loud, longing grumble in response.

A few seconds later, Willow's phone lights up with a new message thread.

Golden Boy: oh Golden Boy: my Golden Boy: god Golden Boy: are you thinking what I'm thinking???

Willow stifles a snort of laughter, quickly tapping out a reply.

Captain Willow Park: pancakes for dinner tomorrow night??  Golden Boy: you read my mind  Captain Willow Park: chocolate chip or cinnamon bun?  Golden Boy: you're really gonna make me choose???  Golden Boy: blasphemy  Golden Boy: blasphemYOU  Golden Boy: we're making both, obviously 

Willow stifles another bout of giggles.

Captain Willow Park: you get the cinnamon and maple syrup, I'll get the chocolate and whipped cream  Golden Boy: as you wish, captain 

Curiosity bubbling over from all the hushed giggling surrounding her on both sides of the couch, Luz decides it's time to be a sneaky sneakster again and spy on their conversation to see what all the fuss is about. Except, the only thing she manages to catch before Hunter snatches his phone away from her are the words I'll get the chocolate and whipped cream, and it takes them a good ten minutes to convince her that it's for pancakes, pancakes Luz, get your mind out of the gutter!

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Willow thought he'd be messier to live with, given how often Luz used to tease him about piles of books and clothes everywhere, but he's actually pretty good about keeping up with his half of the household chores, and from what she's seen of his room over the past couple of weeks, he's actually quite tidy.

One afternoon in mid-October, Willow discovers the secret to his success. About an hour earlier, Willow had texted him to let him know she'd be running a little late and to feel free to get started on dinner without her (she'd already prepared a lemon garlic marinade for the chicken the night before, so all Hunter had to do was preheat the oven and pop the chicken into a pan — preferably without the plastic bag this time) but she actually ended up getting out of work right on schedule and made it back to the apartment in record time.

Just in time to walk through the front door and find Hunter rocking out to some upbeat pop song on max volume while he's vacuuming the living room. Willow's always known him as the shy, quiet kid with Grand Theft Autumn or Welcome To The Black Parade blasting through his headphones on repeat, so it's especially funny to see him like this. Never in the five years she's known him did she ever expect to catch him with the vacuum cord wrapped up in his hands like a microphone, singing, I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22 at the top of his voice.

Willow claps a hand over her mouth to stifle the signature squeal of delight she usually reserves for fluffy bunnies and baby seals, and Hunter's head snaps up, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights, heart hammering as he prepares for an onslaught of teasing. But Willow simply strolls across the threshold, shuts the door behind her, and says, "I love this song. Turn it up, let's make our neighbors hate us."

And then they're dancing together, laughing at each other's terribly uncoordinated dance moves, spinning and twirling and dipping one another in each other's arms, holding out invisible microphones to alternate between who sings which set of lyrics, until they're too exhausted to move, collapsing backward onto the couch in a fit of breathless giggles.

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Until You Meet Someone Who Makes The Fall Feel Like Flying

The Owl House » Huntlow

Title: Until You Meet Someone Who Makes The Fall Feel Like Flying

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: The Owl House (Masterlist)

Relationship: Hunter | The Golden Guard x Willow Park

AO3 Rating: Mature (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: Hunter and Willow have been secretly pining for one another since freshman year of high school, and now they're going to be college roommates. They're just moving in together, it's no big deal. Surely this won't change anything between them.

Hunter isn't sure at which point exactly he fell in love with her — when her fingers brushed through his hair as she checked him for a concussion, or when she brought him a soup bowl-sized mug of hot cocoa, winked at him, and said, "I put some extra marshmallows in there for you, helps with the healing, trust me" — but from that night on, Hunter knew that he loved her. And he hadn't stopped loving her, all the way to this exact moment five years later, where he now sat opposite her on his threadbare couch, faced with the prospect of living with her for the next seven months.

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