#i went and got attached to the guy. the ending of giggle of course sealed the deal for me

[pokimoko]

What the Living Do - Doctor Who Fic

Written by pokimoko

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: ~23.5K

Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Fourteenth Doctor & Donna Noble, Fourteenth Doctor & Rose Noble (Doctor Who: The Star Beast), The Doctor (Doctor Who) & Companion(s), The Doctor (Doctor Who) & Original Character(s)

Characters: Fourteenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Donna Noble, Rose Noble (Doctor Who: The Star Beast), Background & Cameo Characters, Original Characters, (a lot of characters haunting the heck out of the narrative)

Tags: Grief/Mourning, anticipatory grief, Post-Episode: 2023 Special 03: The Giggle (Doctor Who), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, Slice of Life, Fluff and Angst, Haunting, Healing, The Doctor (Doctor Who) Uses He/Him Pronouns, (but it's a 'David Tennant-shaped immortal fucking with gender' kind of he/him ya feel me), The Doctor getting to live his Laundry and Taxes Life, Queerplatonic Relationships, The Doctor (Doctor Who) Needs a Hug, POV The Doctor (Doctor Who), Ghosts, Extended Metaphors, Past Character Death, Personification, The Doctor & Donna Noble Friendship, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Having settled down with Donna and her family, the Doctor is slowly but surely getting used to living a normal, human life, along with all the simple joys that come with it.

That is, until the ghosts of his old friends start to appear, and with them, old hurts. Grief creeping in, the Doctor must confront not only his past, but also what awaits him in the future.

[yarichin-imagines]

I would love to be in a poly relationship with Jimmy and Yuri

Thank you so much for requesting! I didn’t know if you wanted a scenario or headcannons so I figured for right now, I’d do headcannons. If you want a scenario, or NSFW headcannons, let me know and I’ll gladly do them!

Poly relationship with Toru Fujisaki (Jimmy) and Ayato Yuri

So let’s start this out with how you met and got to know our good ol’ boy Yuri. It seems logical in my brain that he would be the first one you meet and actually have a friendship/relationship with between the two. Realistically, Toru would have an interest in whatever Yuri did. So if you weren’t involved with Yuri, chances are - Toru wouldn’t blink twice at you.

But any-who

Let’s sprinkle some of that fanfiction magic and say despite your gender or how you identify - you ended up at Morimori Academy. You fell from the sky like the angel you are. Or you climbed up from the depths of hell with a purpose. However you came, you ended up in the academy with your mind set on the photography club. Several of your classmates had hinted that you should join said club because its good for the entire school. 

So after joining the hot mess that is known as the photography club, you got the joy of laying eyes on the one and only Ayato Yuri. 

Your initial relationship with the pink haired sex maniac could go two ways depending on how you go about things. 

If your first response is to pull the same attitude as our lovely protagonist Toono, Yuri might find you interesting for only a small amount of time. If you don’t have much of an interest doing the horizontal tango, chances are that it might be a little difficult to form a bond with Yuri right off the bat. But if you’re resilient enough, and take time out of your day to hang out with him, he could grow attached to you very quickly.

Now let’s say you’re like me and would be an absolute HOE in this universe, Yuri would be itching to have a go with you. Your bond would be formed with the base being sex. And if you’re a switch, Yuri is gonna be star struck. In my opinion - it would be easier to form a bond with him this way because it’s an area of common ground while mixed with the chemicals that are released in your brain during sex. It makes him think about you in a very warm hearted way.

He finds himself wanting you to stay longer after each encounter the two of you have. You’d slide out of bed or off of any surface he decided was suitable for that tryst and begin to put your clothes on. And before you knew what was happening, he would be pulling you back to him and keep you by his side until he decides that the two of you probably need some kind of sustenance. 

You would know he was getting a soft spot for you if he began to appear more and more in the hours of your day to day life. Grabbing lunch in the cafeteria? He’s suddenly by your side probably stealing your dessert. Leaving your last class of the day? He’d already be outside, ready for a round in the sheets. 

The thing that would seal the deal for him and how he feels about you would be after you had a particularly rough session with another guy. You would be feeling pretty low since aftercare isn’t a thing of this universe apparently and your first thought would be to go to Yuri. Depending on what time of the day it is, you’d most likely find him in his room.

When he opens the door and sees you standing there covered in red marks with tears in your eyes, he would connect the dots pretty fast. We love our smart boy. 

I feel like he’d take a shower with you and wash you off. It’s his way of saying that whoever touched you - they are no longer on your skin. With Yuri, he shows he cares more than he tells you. He’s not quite good with words. He’d use his shower products and run the suds over every mark on your skin. He’d definitely was your hair too. 

Afterwards, he’d take you back to his dorm and bundle you up under his covers and watch your favorite movie with you on his phone. Of course you’d hardly be able to focus when he’s always leaning over begging for kisses.

But after you went to sleep, I definitely think he’d stare at you - his mind racing. I think it’s hard for Yuri to put things together (outside of schoolwork) so his mind would be racing all night with different thoughts. But in the end, I think he’d whisper in your ear as you slept that he would continue to protect you.

The next morning, you’d probably wake up alone. He doesn’t tend to sleep much or when he does, he’s a restless sleeper. So he’d most likely wake up long before you. 

But - as you’re getting dressed, you’d find one of his rings placed perfectly on one of your fingers. Now it’s your turn to connect the dots. I absolutely do not think Yuri would come right out and confess and ask you to date him. I don’t even think the two of you would have a basic run-of-the-mill relationship. I think the closest thing to what the two of you would have is on open relationship?

Yuri tends to do his own thing and he would expect you to do the same. Continue to be a hoe, he’d like that. But!! You’d be the only person that would be allowed to see him vulnerable or to sleep with him in his bed. That is something he would keep between the two of you.

Now when Toru comes into the picture, things would shift drastically. Initially, he would only find an interest in Yuri. If we continue down the plot of the manga, Yuri would still save him from the rooftop that fateful day. So of course Toru would take a liking to him.

From his stalking ways, he would soon find out that you were the only person going into Yuri’s room each and every night. That is what stirs the burning feeling of jealousy inside him. He wanted to be in your shoes. He wanted to be that close to Yuri.

One day after sneaking into Yuri’s room, he’d stay in there long enough to hear your giggles as Yuri pulls you into his room after dinner. He’d be the one to witness how Yuri let you take out his piercings to soak them in cleaner or how he would let you paint his nails. And from his place under the bed, he’d finally realize that whatever the two of you had, it was pure. 

When he saw how you’d take care of Yuri - physically as well as mentally and emotionally - that is when he started to look at you differently as well. Toru knows that he is not in the right head space and a small part of him starts to crave the warmth and affection that you give Yuri.

That is how his obsession with you began.

Yuri, being the smart cookie that he is, he would catch on very quickly to how Toru’s eyes drifted over you every time Yuri would look his way. And while many guys looked at you throughout the day, there was something different in Toru’s gaze. A longing that no other guy had.

Soon after Yuri began bumping uglies with Toru, he would begin to form a plan. If the way the other male stared at you had anything to do with how he felt, Yuri was going to sniff out whatever it was that Toru was feeling.

Yuri would definitely feel a little protective at first. He cares for you deeply and would not want anything to happen to you at the hands of Toru. 

But when he finds himself also starting to care for the blushing man, he would feel conflicted. All his plans would quickly fall apart as a sense of fear and paranoia filled his mind. It is never in his intentions to hurt you and he feels that Toru having a place in his heart would really bring you down. He knows that you are okay with all of his other sexual escapades simply because you know Yuri does not care for them. But sleeping with Toru while he has feelings for him - Yuri would view that as betraying you in a way.

But you on the other hand - had taken an interest in Toru as well.

His heart almost stopped when he joined you for lunch one day and found you laughing and talking with Toru. When he sat down, you turned to him and almost out of the blue - you asked him if the dark haired male could join you in the bedroom one night. When Yuri nodded, you simply cheered and went back to talking to Toru.

After several interesting nights with the two of them, you could see how Yuri reacted to the other male. It was almost how he started with you. You knew that Yuri would never purposely hurt you. But you could also see what drew Yuri to him in the first place. Toru was a shy boy, never really knowing how to voice his emotions without crying. You felt the pull towards him as well in terms of wanting to care for him. And the sex was always great - that was a bonus.

The more you watched the two of them interact - the more your heart warmed. There was no way you could split them apart. When you entered Yuri’s dorm one night to find him putting Toru in a chokehold with his thighs - simply because Toru wouldn’t let Yuri pierce his ears. And with that, your decision was final.

After an intense round one night, you lay snuggled between the two as you all attempted to catch your breath. There was such a serene quiet over the room that you figured now would be the best time to confront the two about their feelings. So as you played with Toru’s hair as he rested his head on your chest, you craned your neck to look at Yuri where he lay spread out towards the end of bed - his head on your thigh. 

When you confess to knowing about how they feel about each other, both of them would suddenly be on high alert. Yuri would be scared that you were about to leave him and Toru was scared that he might get his ass beat. But when you confess that you like the both of them too and wanted to stay like this with them for a while, they both would look at each other before smiling widely.

It feels good to be accepted for who you are and what you love so when you validate their feelings, they will be on cloud nine.

And tbh, the three of you would be the school power poly couple. I don’t think anyone would mess with you considering Toru would literally fly out of nowhere - ready to beat some ass for you. And Yuri would be the life of the relationship, never letting there be a dull moment.

And now I am going to go cry in the corner because I know I will never get this. Ever.

I hope you enjoyed! I got really caught up in how the relationship came to be and not enough on the dating aspects if the three of you were already together. So if you want a continuation, do not hesitate to send a request in!

- Admin Pinky

[kazuyumi1412]

[Previous Course]

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Little Chef

[Course 2]

As she combined the butter-flour mixture in the pan, Amber couldn’t help but think of Noah again. She never got an answer about what he was, and there were still so many questions that she had for him even before she accidentally scared him again.

‘Well, it’s not like I didn’t deserve it up to some point,’ she thought as she kept an eye on the roux forming in the pan. ‘I’m not going to be surprised if I don’t see him ever again after that little incident.’

She tried to keep her hopes up as best as she could as she made her cream stew. She’d already gotten everything else cooking in a pot on one of the back burners, so all she had left to do was make the béchamel sauce to combine it with. Having three or so pots on the stove seemed a bit hectic at first glance, but it wasn’t an unusual occurrence to her due to working in a restaurant. Amber slowly poured the heated milk into the roux once it was ready, making sure that it was fully combined before she added any more. She wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

“And…there,” she said to herself as she finished up. “Just need to add it to the stew.”

Amber grabbed a ladle from nearby, scooping some of the stew broth into the béchamel sauce before incorporating the sauce mixture back into the stew. She let it simmer a little bit longer before turning off the heat and letting it cool down a bit. Grabbing two small containers, she set them side-by-side and portioned out the stew, sealing the containers and putting them in her lunch bag afterwards.

‘I hope he likes it,” she thought.

She paused for a bit as she looked at her lunch bag. Amber fiddled with the zipper, thinking back…

“Be grateful that you get to eat on their dime. Otherwise, you wouldn’t get to eat at all!”

“A cheese sandwich again? You really can’t afford to get anything else, can you?”

She opened up her lunch bag again, staring at the two containers of cream stew.

“Eat your food, honey. People worked hard to get you this meal, and I’m sure that some people dream about being in your situation.”

Was it really alright for her to be enjoying a meal like that? If there were others that dreamed about being in her situation, then what made her so special to be there in the first place? Why her?

No, not the best time to contemplate why she’s there at that point in time. She needed to head to work.

Zipping up her lunch bag again, Amber got ready for work and headed out the door, lunch bag in hand.

Work was rather uneventful that day — well, as uneventful as working in a bustling restaurant kitchen could get — and Amber continued to do the finishing touches on her cleaning. She glanced over at the pantry’s lock, curious about how it’d been acting up prior to then. Walking up to it, she closely examined the lock.

Huh. Something’s inside of it.

She tried to shake whatever was inside out of the lock, but before she could do much of anything, she heard a noise coming from behind her.

“Noah?” Amber asked. “Is that you?”

“So you’re the one that made him fear for his life,” an unfamiliar voice chastised her. “Do you know how terrified we all were?”

“We all?” — she let go of the lock and looked around for the source of the voice — “So there are more of you? Whatever you are.”

“Don’t avoid the subject! Even if what Noah did was reckless as all get out, that’s no excuse for terrorizing him!”

“Look, I didn’t mean to scare him like that. Hell, we were both pretty terrified at the time. I thought I’d have to deal with another mouse infestation! I didn’t expect to see a little person-”

“Borrower,” They cut Amber off so quickly that she could barely process what they said.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“We’re not ‘little people’, even if we are small. We’re Borrowers.”

“Oh. Sorry about that.”

They didn’t reply for a bit. “Anyway, what do you want with Noah? You’ve already given him enough trouble.”

Amber rolled her eyes, quickly developing a snarky tone in her voice. “Well, sorry for wanting to make up for scaring the hell out of him. I thought that he’d appreciate something that wasn’t from the scrap pile.”

“We’re fine, thank you very much. We don’t need help from-” — they trailed off, and Amber could hear sounds coming from the direction of the dishwashing area — “Hey, get back here!”

Amber looked over towards the dish racks, seeing something climbing down from it. A spider? No, too big to be a spider, and if it was one, she’d have already gotten the broom and smacked it. She got a little closer, only to see Noah rappelling down from the rack. Unfortunately, she kind of spooked him in the process, as he lost his grip when he saw how close she was to him. Thankfully, Amber was able to catch him before he cracked his skull open like an egg.

“That was close,” she said, gently setting Noah down. “If I wasn’t fast enough… Well, let’s try not to think about that for now.” — she glanced up to where the hook attached to the rope was, which turned out to just be thread and a paper clip — “How long have you and that other guy been up there?”

“Just a few minutes,” Noah told her. “I wanted to see if anyone else was here.” — his voice reduced to a quiet mutter — “You said you wanted to see me again.”

She smiled a bit when she heard that. “I’m glad you kept your promise.” — she grabbed her lunch bag, which she had set aside earlier, and brought out the second container of cream stew — “I didn’t know if you’d like it or not, but I thought that some homemade stew would be better than just cheese and a cracker.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle when he saw the container, but quickly became nervous. “I-Is it alright? For me to have some?”

“Of course—!” — Amber quickly stopped herself, knowing that she was going to spook Noah if she kept being that loud — “I mean, of course you can. The same goes for your friend. I just need to warm it up first.”

“Like I was going to say, we don’t need help from human beans like you,” the other Borrower rudely told her. “We don’t need your charity.”

Amber tried so hard to contain her laughter, but it escaped in short, sporadic chuckles as she covered her mouth with one hand. Noah seemed puzzled, while Amber couldn’t tell what the other Borrower’s expression was like.

“It’s human beings, not human beans,” She corrected them through her giggle fit.

“Whatever!” they snapped back at her. “You’re still a human bean to me! And my mind’s not going to be changed about the charity either!”

“But she made it just for us, Cay,” Noah said, “and I know that you’re tired of eating scraps too.”

“Cay?” Amber asked, puzzled.

There wasn’t a reply from the other Borrower until they heard a rough sigh accompanied by quiet footsteps. They quickly slid down the rope that Noah had used earlier, slowing down just enough at the end to make as little noise as possible on the metal counter. They had a grey cloak that was similar to Noah’s, but it was a bit shorter on their body and had a hood sewn on it. The person hiding under the cloak, however, was a whole different story. They towered over Noah, though they were still only big enough to fit in Amber’s palm, and had piercing hazel eyes accompanying well-kept red hair. Even despite their size difference, Amber couldn’t help but feel unnerved when they glared at her.

“You better hope that I’m not going to regret revealing myself like this,” They told her.

“Anyway…um…this is my brother,” Noah introduced him. “His name’s Cain, but we all call him Cay.” — he turned to his brother — “And this is Amber. I forgot what the full thing was, but that’s what she asked me to call her.”

“It’s Ambrosia,” Amber noted. “So, is it just you two? Sibling-wise. I’m just curious.”

He looked over to his brother. “Well, there’s Able too, but he’s-”

“Sprained ankle,” Cain cut him off.

Amber winced. “Yikes. I hope he gets better.”

Cain let out a huff as he looked off to the side. In any case, Amber quickly went to reheat the stew that she had brought, getting the smallest spoons that she could for the two Borrowers, which happened to be the quarter teaspoons. She set the spoons next to them and presented the stew, with it still steaming a bit from reheating it.

“Careful,” she warned them beforehand, “it’s pretty hot.”

Both Cain and Noah were hesitant at first, but they eventually took a slight bit of the stew and tasted it. While Noah’s delighted reaction was plastered all over his face, Cain looked extremely neutral.

“So…?” Amber slowly asked them. “You like it?”

“It’s amazing!” Noah beamed as he quickly took another spoonful and ate it. “I’ve never tasted anything like this before! The chunks are a little big, though.”

“I’ll try to break it up a bit more next time, but even I’ve got limits for how small I can cut things.” — she looked over at Cain, who still looked neutral — “Not even a reaction? Huh.”

Cain quickly looked her in the eyes. “If you’re trying to make me jealous of your cooking, then you’ve definitely succeeded,” he remarked.

Noah chuckled at his brother’s remark, and the two of them kept eating. Granted, there was enough stew there to feed the two of them for a few days straight, but that was probably because Amber didn’t have any smaller Tupperware to use. Either way, she was glad that they were eating something that she knew wasn’t from the scrap heap that normal people called the trash.

“You know,” she noted, “I could always teach you how to cook. Probably not gigantic meals like this,” — she paused for a second — “well, gigantic compared to you…but still something to eat.”

“Hold on, let me get this straight,” Cain said, seeming rather suspicious of her. “You, a human bean or whatever you’re called, want to teach Borrowers like us how to cook?” — Amber nodded her head, though this seemed to make him more suspicious — “You know that we’re not supposed to interact with each other, right?”

“Well, we’re doing it right now, you rule breaker. Doesn’t make much of a difference.” — Cain stopped in his tracks, knowing that she had a point — “Anyway, I’ve got to get going, and you two should too. You can pop by tomorrow if you want.”

“I’d rather not, with Noah already being in trouble and all.” — he glanced at his brother — “It’d be best if we lay low.”

Amber knew that Cain had a point, so she let them finish up before they ran off into hiding again. Taking the teaspoons and Tupperware, she made sure to clean them before returning them to their proper places, taking the Tupperware back with her as she thought of some new recipes.

[storiesforallfandoms]

love on tour ~ rook

word count: 2310

request?: yes!

“Could you do one for rook where him and his girl are just being really cute together on tour and the boys have never seen him so happy before. Thank you 🖤”

description: rook manages to convince the crew to let his girlfriend come on tour, and his friends get to see first hand how happy he is when he’s with her

pairing: rook x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

The idea of bringing a girl on tour was not one that the crew was very fond of, and they made that known when Rook asked. They didn’t think tour was the place for a girl, especially not a girlfriend. The crew loved to party, to drink and do drugs, and all of them, excluding Rook, liked to bring girls back to their hotel rooms or to the tour bus.

“Do you really think your girlfriend will be okay with that?” Baze asked Rook as Rook tried for the millionth time to convince them.

“We met at a party,” Rook responded. “She loves to drink, she’s a party animal, and as long as I’m not the one bringing girls back to my room or to the tour bus I can’t see her having a problem with you guys doing it.”

After some more attempts at convincing them, the band finally said yes. The following month when tour started again, Rook’s girlfriend was there before any of them, leaning against the tour bus with a bag at her feet. Rook raced up to her and took her into his arms, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around.

“Hey baby,” he said, giving her a kiss. “Here, meet the guys. This is Baze, Slim, Dub, of course you know Kells. Guys, this is (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” (Y/N) said as she shook their hands. “Rook talks about you guys all the time. Thank you so much for being cool with me coming with you guys. I’ve been dying to see what it’s like when Rook goes on tour.”

The boys shared a look but smiled at (Y/N). When the introductions were finished, the group boarded the tour bus. Rook showed (Y/N) around the bus and showed her where her bunk would be.

“If the bunks were bigger I’d say we could sleep in the same bunk,” he said. “But they’re so small I think we’d both feel claustrophobic in the same bunk.”

“I totally understand. They barely look big enough for one person,” (Y/N) noted as she threw her bag into her bunk. “So, when’s the first show? If it’s tonight, I should probably nap now so I can keep up with you guys both during and after the show.”

“The first show isn’t until tomorrow night, you have plenty of time to sleep,” Rook assured her, planting a sweet kiss on her lips.

“Get a room!” Slim called as he passed between them, throwing his own bag onto a top bunk and raising himself into it. “But not this one, I’m taking a nap.”

(Y/N) and Rook laughed together as Slim pulled the curtain to his bunk across.

“There’s a TV back here,” Rook said, nodding towards the back room in the tour bus. “We can watch movies or play video games if you want.”

“Oh, you’re so on. Whatever is there, I’ll kick your ass.”

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While the boys weren’t exactly too comfortable with the idea of a girlfriend joining them on tour, they soon warmed up to (Y/N). The first show on the tour, she was front row, cheering Kells on as he performed. Each of them swore she screamed the loudest out of anyone there where Kells did the band introductions and got to Rook.

When the first show was over, an after party was planned at the nearest bar. None of the boys were really sure how she’d keep up with their partying, but they found out soon enough they didn’t have to worry about it at all. (Y/N) was nearly drunk about an hour into the after party, and she would often join the boys for a quick puff of a joint outside. She solidified herself that night, however, when she hooked Kells up with a girl.

“How did you do that?” Slim asked her in amazement as he watched Kells escorting his new date for the night out of the club.

“Simple,” (Y/N) responded, “you find a girl who is almost if not more drunk than you, make sure she isn’t here with a date or anything, you talk up your friend, and then just introduce them and let the sparks fly.”

The boys were impressed. She laughed as their shocked faces. “I had some guy friends in college I used to run with, they were the type that wanted to only hook up in college but had absolutely zero game. One night, one of them and I were talking at the bar together and this girl approached him asking him if he would buy her a drink, then asked to dance, and by the end of the night he went home with her. Apparently having a female friend with him made him more approachable, and when that female friend talks you up to the girl the deal is sealed in seconds.”

Slim through an arm around Rook. “Make sure she comes to every after party! I want to see her work her magic more often.”

And so she did. The next night they had another show, and thus another after party. That night, she managed to score girls for both Slim and Baze. The night after that Dub, and one night she even got girls for all four of them.

After the last had left, a dopey smile on his face and a girl on his arm, (Y/N), who was so drunk she could barley walk straight on this night, stumbled into Rook and leaned into him.

“I think they’re starting to like me,” she slurred before planting a wet kiss on Rook’s cheek.

He laughed. “They always liked you, but now they respect you even more.”

Then there was the way Rook acted when she was around.

At first, it annoyed the guys a little bit. Rook would always want to be near (Y/N), to have his arms around her, to be touching her. Some nights they’d leave the after parties early to either go back to the hotel room or to the tour bus to have sex. Being boys, they hated (Y/N) “barging in on guy time”, but all that changed when they started to notice Rook’s happiness.

It wasn’t like it was subtle changes, it was very obvious changes. Rook was smiling more, laughing more, especially when (Y/N) was around. His face would light up when she walked into a room, even more so when she even just stood next to him. When she was standing front row, Rook would perform his heart out, as if the only person he ever had to impress was his girlfriend, and now that she was here it was time to really start playing. The guys took note of his happiness, it was hard not to.

On one night halfway through the tour, the band had to leave immediately from one place to get to where the next show was. So, instead of having an actual after party, they had one with just the six of them in the tour bus. They all picked up alcohol before hitting the road, and were well into their choices by the time midnight hit.

They were playing music through the speakers while Kells, Slim, and (Y/N) danced crazily (and drunkenly). Dub and Baze were sat at the kitchen table, rolling a joint, while Rook was sat on the couch with the window open, smoking one of his own. He watched his girlfriend with a smile on his face. He couldn’t be happier to have her here. He was dreading having to go on tour without her and not get to see her for nearly six months. He knew he wouldn’t be able to always take her on tour, but he liked that he’d be able to from time to time now that the boys liked her.

The song playing came to a close and (Y/N) collapsed onto the couch next to Rook. She took the joint from his hand and took a long drag from it.

“I think you need a drink, not a joint,” Rook teased her as she passed it back. She turned to him and opened her mouth, blowing the cloud of weed smoke into his face, causing him to sputter. She laughed and took a mouthful of her beer.

“Yo, turn down the music a second guys,” Kells said, bringing everyone’s attention to him. Baze, who was nearest to the remote for the tour bus stereo system, picked it up and turned it down so that it was now a dull whisper. Kells picked up his own drink and held it over his head. “Everyone, raise your drinks - ” they all did so. “ - and follow me in this toast to (Y/N)!”

“To (Y/N)!” everyone besides (Y/N) cheered after him.

“Not only can she party harder than any of us assholes,” Kells continued, “and not only can she pick up chicks for us better than we ever could, but she also makes our man Rook the happiest he’s ever been, and for that we’re grateful to have her on this tour and we invite her to come on as many tours as she wants!”

A chorus of “here here”s rang out as the boys took a drink. (Y/N) beamed with pride, and so did Rook, who was looking at her with more love than he had ever looked at anyone with, before he, too, swallowed the rest of his drink.

The after party went on for hours, and soon enough everyone went to bed. Everyone except for (Y/N) and Rook, who were cuddled up on the tour bus couch, watching the sun rise in a new state.

“Is it weird that I’m not tired?” (Y/N) asked Rook as she watched the sun getting higher. “I’ve been up at least twenty four hours now, or almost anyways, and I feel as though I just slept for twelve.”

“Well, you did just party all night,” Rook pointed out. “Could still be the alcohol and the adrenaline pumping through your veins. I give you twenty minutes before you can’t stay awake and half an hour before you’re out like a light.”

“I’ll take that bet,” (Y/N) said, holding her hand out to awkwardly shake Rook’s. They both laughed as Rook tightened his hold on her and kissed her forehead. “The guys really like me that much, huh?”

“Of course they do, why wouldn’t they?” Rook asked. “You’re the most awesome person ever, anyone who didn’t like you would be crazy.”

“Maybe, but I do know they weren't thrilled about me joining the tour.” Rook moved to give (Y/N) a shocked looked that made her giggle. “Please babe, I’m not stupid. I could tell the moment they saw me that they weren’t thrilled that I’d be joining you guys. It wasn’t until after the first show, and the first after party, that I could tell they were warming up to me. Even then, I knew they didn’t like me always hanging around and being attached to your hip, which I totally understand and I try not to be too clingy around you.”

“You’re the total opposite of clingy,” Rook assured her. “I love having you around, no matter who I’m hanging out with. And yeah, you caught my dirty little lie I guess. They weren’t too excited about a girl joining us on tour, much less a girlfriend. They said it was because they were afraid you weren’t going to enjoy the tour lifestyle, but I know it’s because we’re usually just the guys on tour. Even when we have girlfriends, we’re just a bunch of kids from Cleveland living our dreams when we go on tour, and they were afraid that’d be threatened by the addition of a girlfriend to the mix.”

(Y/N) moved in a way that left her laying on top of Rook, looking down at his face. “Why did you want me to come on tour so bad?”

“Honestly, I just didn’t want to leave you home. We haven’t been away from each other that long yet, and I wasn’t ready to leave you for six months while we went on tour. Plus, I’d like to bring you on tour more often so I wanted to see if you’d enjoy yourself first.”

“Well I certainly am enjoying myself, you don’t have to worry about that, but you know we'll have to be apart eventually when you go on tour. I can’t come on all of them, I need to work and make money to afford my apartment and my car and stuff.”

“I know that, but to have you come on even just one tour was enough for me. Getting to spend these extra six months with you, plus however long we’ll have before the next tour, is enough to tie me over when I have to leave again.”

(Y/N) giggled and leaned down to kiss Rook. His arms wrapped around her and held her tightly to him, never wanting to let go.

“You make me so happy,” he mumbled against her lips, causing her to giggle.

“You make me happy, too, baby. I am really happy to get to experience all of this with you, and I’d love to come experience it again...and again...and again. Many times I’d love to experience it.”

Rook laughed and kissed her again. She settled her head in the crook of his neck, her eyes beginning to grow heavy. Within seconds, she felt herself drifting off into sleep. Rook listened to her breathing become heavy and checked his watch, raising his arms slowly as not to wake (Y/N).

“Twenty minutes,” he whispered to himself. “I was off by ten, but I think this still means I win.”

[ahgasescenarios]

Taeyong the Red-Haired Savior

Prompt: When your parents drag you to the annual (awkward) Christmas party, you don’t want to go but by the end of the night, you’ll be very happy you did.

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: I was so inspired for this story, I don’t even know how when I’m running on a mere 2 hours of sleep but hey enjoy! This prompt was mostly inspired from real life lol because I’m not a fan of family Christmas parties and some of you guys probably aren’t too so there ya go! And yes my title is supposed to be a pun with Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer don’t question it, it’s funny okay. Happy holidays everyone xx

  It was one thing when your parents forced you to talk to distant relatives you didn’t honestly care about on the phone, but it was another to drag you to the annual family Christmas party every year where the events would unfold as follows:

You would start by awkwardly greeting everyone, struggling to attach names to faces. Then, your parents would be off to socialize, and you’d end up alone in your corner the entire night because none of these people knew you. And you’d silently resent your parents for requesting your presence, the end.

As the annual Christmas party came around, the resenting stage already kicked in as you were getting ready. Oh, and you HAD to dress nicely for this as well- with heels and everything. You pouted to your reflection in the mirror, far from keen on the idea of going.

 “Sweetie, we’re leaving in 20 finish up your makeup!” You heard your mom exclaim from the other room.

As if you were going to put that much effort into your appearance tonight. The car ride was filled with idle chatter about “Oh I bet Judy will love the charcuterie set we got for her!” and “How are the Wrights dealing with their situation?”. You rolled your eyes and pressed play on your music to drown out their petty conversation.

There were times where you regretted being an only child; tonight, was one of them. If there was a sibling in the picture, at least you’d have someone to talk to during the night. Because you knew it was going to be a long one, as usual.

“(Y/N), sweetie you look gorgeous tonight! It’s so good to see you.” Impartial cheek kissing was in order. And once it started, you were held up for a good five minutes going around the room and exchanging greetings. You recognized a few faces, but that was the extent of it.

You walked up to the host in charge of drinks.

“May I?”

“Of course, love, knock yourself out!” Some aunt of yours replied. “Not literally though, haha!”

You merely smiled at the joke, the alcohol urgently needing to enter your system. Being sober at Christmas parties was not something you believed in; besides you were of drinking age so what was stopping you?

You caught sight of a comfortable chair and immediately “lunged” for it, settling into your throne for the night.

“Lame party, huh?” Some guy had approached you while you were reveling in the comfort of your seat, one you had never seen before. His red hair made him stand out from the crowd and you noticed how incredibly good-looking he was. His facial structure led you to believe that he was a model, or at least could be. You had no idea who this person was, but you were drinking in the sight of them perhaps a moment too long.

“Hello?” He tried again.

You shook your head, snapping yourself back to reality.

“Sorry, sorry. Uh, yeah.” You narrowed your eyes at him, studying his face shamelessly now.  “No offense, but who are you?”

He laughed, a deep, attractive (could a laugh be attractive?) laugh.

“I’m Matt’s friend. Taeyong’s the name.”

“Well nice to meet you Taeyong, but I still have no idea who Matt is.” You shrugged.

He pointed to him and some connections were made in your brain as you identified this Matt person as part of the Wright family with the recent bankruptcy scandal your parents had mentioned in the car.

“Why did you come, though?” You asked, sipping from your half-empty (or half-full) drink. He scooted imperceptibly closer to you and if you weren’t drinking, you would have noticed.

“Matt wouldn’t stop making a fuss about how he’s always bored at these things, but I guess he’s doing just fine now.”

You looked in his direction and he was chatting it up with your parents, a smile on his face.

“That’s Matt for you!” You giggled, the irony dripping from your voice.

“Why are you here though? You don’t exactly seem to be having the time of your life.”

“Parents forced me to, you know how it goes.” You flashed a sarcastic smile his way and he nodded in understanding. He leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“I hear there’s a foosball table downstairs if you want to escape these crazy people.”

The offer didn’t seem half bad, so you accepted. Taeyong grabbed your hand as you went down the stairs and your heart fluttered just a little.

 You weren’t disappointed when you reached the downstairs area; there was indeed a foosball table awaiting your arrival. You rushed over to claim a side and Taeyong followed in suit.

“Wait, we can’t just play for fun. There has to be a prize.” Taeyong suggested.

“What are you suggesting?”

“Hmmm, how about winner gets to decide a dare for the loser?”

“Alright, it’s a deal.” You shook hands and sealed the deal. Sober, you were a solid 10 at foosball but with alcohol in your system, that 10 downgraded to a 5 at most. And obviously, you lost.

Taeyong rubbed his hands together as though to indicate that he was plotting something.

“Well, loser, let me think of something.” He dramatically started stroking his chin in thought.

“Okay. Because I’m a nice guy, I shall give you two options to choose from.”

You nodded.

“You shall either do 25 push-ups, right here right now or go upstairs and actually socialize with someone. Other than your parents.”

Your mouth was agape. “You’re too cruel.” Your choice had already been made and you got down on your hands and knees.

“No no, real push-ups missy.”

You cringed but complied. He counted them down with you and by the time you were at the 10th push-up, you could already feel the pain in your arms. You were so going to regret this tomorrow.

“24… 25. Not bad.” He offered his hand to help you up and he probably misjudged his strength because he pulled you up, so you were mere inches from his face. You could feel his breath on your skin, and it made your head dizzy. You barely knew the guy and he had this much effect on you. He searched your eyes for any trace of doubt but when he found none, he did what he had to do. His hand gently grasped your cheek and brought your face closer to his and his lips met yours. His other hand rested in the small of your back, bringing you closer to him than you already were. Man, he was a good kisser, you thought. When you broke away, both of you were out of breath. His thumb caressed your cheek ever-so-lightly and it made butterflies dance around in your stomach.

“Maybe we should get back.” You said despite yourself.

“Yeah, okay.” He agreed and you started walking towards the stairs when he grabbed onto your wrist.

“But first.” He pulled you back to him, now both hands resting on your face as his lips found yours. You were melting under his touch and you had met him that same night- who were you?

You didn’t really know but you didn’t care much either. For once you’d come out of the party with stories to tell, and boy would it be a good one.

[kaioken16]

Candy Time (Mallek Week Day 6)

Day 6: Trickster!Mallek for @mallekweek. I had fun writing this short piece. A little late because of work all day, and last night I was drunk for my 25th XD. Anyway, the plot of this fic is MSPA reader encountering a recently turned Trickster Mallek who is eager to turn his friend to his new way of thinking with Zack on his way to help them...

Some notes, one of my headcanons for the MSPA is that their non-binary and uses they/them, so I’ll be referring to them as such.

I’ve also attached a google doc link since I’ve added colour to Trickster!Mallek’s lines.

Word count: 1384 Rating: Everyone Characters: Mallek Adalov, MSPA reader, OC

The player was lying face down on the ground. Slowly moving around, regaining their consciousness. The area they were in something out of a sugar-filled dream. The ground was rainbow colours, the sky was purple and pink clouds. Objects that looked like skittles were floating around the air. Actually, there was candy of all kinds scattered around the floor, hovering the air. But just ahead of the player, just out of their reach was a radio, and like them, it was out of place with this candy land. Just then it went off, a buzzing noise which made the small being, groan out. Finally, he was awake, lifting his head up slowly. Their vision blurry at first, rubbing their head in slight pain.

Where the hell are they? and why was all bright and colourful… A pair of shades and some painkillers would be REAL helpful right about now. Staggering to their feet, and getting a better view of their unknown surroundings. They weren’t on Earth anymore. Or Alternia for that matter. Was this a place like Prospit and Derse, with the abstract colours and shit. The sound of feedback coming from the radio walkie-talkie which caught their attention. They remember now, they got this from Zack. Picking it up and then pressed the button on the side, and spoke softly into it.

Hello?

They answered the voice on the other end of the device. Greeting them.

Oh good, you’re still alive, and you sound normal too.

This was Zack’s voice, and what did he mean he still sounded normal? What’s was going on, where are they exactly?

Alright listen to me, I don’t have too much time so please listen carefully.

You and Mallek stumbled onto a certain object, it looks like a lollypop with a red and green swirl.

Wait, Mallek was somewhere here?! Where is he? Why wasn’t he here with him?

Listen to me, until I find a way to retrieve you guys, don’t touch anything!

Don’t eat any of the candy whatsoever!

And if you find Mallek, stay away from him until the trickster mode wears off.

Trickster mode? What was he talking about… Why did he have to keep away from Mallek.

Just one hour, you have to keep hidden for an hour, stay low. You’re good at that.

D-Don’t let Mallek find you, or touch you okay.

Wait, what’s actually going on right now?! Zack wasn’t being clear to him, and they had more questions, then suddenly static was coming through the device.

Shit! I’m getting interference… S-S-Stay…!>!> Af-Afterr///-

Before Zack could finish the radio cut out. The player began smacking his hand against the side of the device. Looking around again for any sign of his friend, nothing but candy and flashing colours. Quietly sighing, putting the radio away in their hoodie pocket. They began walking, deciding to venture around this place while taking Zack’s warning to keep hidden and to stay keep hidden from Mallek while looking for him. How did they and Mallek even get here? The last thing they remembered was the three of them on Zack’s ship. While the human was working on something, Mallek and they were going through the stuff Zack had stored on the ship from his travels across the multiverse.

The duo found a box, it was a small pink treasure chest with several warning labels attached it. So, of course, they and Mallek opened without consequences, there was some kind of explosion, or something big. A blinding white light and then colourful lights, and a sweet smell, then they woke here in this place. Really, they shouldn’t go around possibly dangerous objects that could kill them and their friends. They hoped Mallek is okay wherever he, and that he’s safe. Continuing on for another mile, everything looked the same. Sighing the player sat down on the surprisingly soft ground, they didn’t have a watch so they couldn’t check how long it had been, but it hadn’t long enough to be an hour yet.

Perking their head up, they could’ve sworn they heard something, like a rustling. Crap there weren’t any wild animals here… What kind of creature could survive in this sugar-filled wonderland? They didn’t wanna find out. There it was again, clear now, something was moving through the nearby bushes, then they heard another sound. Something that sent a chill down their spine. Giggling, strange giggling… There was more movement in the bushes and giggling. Foolish they slowly got to their feet, and like a bigger idiot called out the source of the noise, asking whose out there.

At that moment something yellow poked out of the bush, but it was weird… Why did it look familiar, it was like a horn or tooth, but it had some orange rings attached to it. Wait…

“FOUND YA!!!;;;”Mallek popped out the bush, his loud voice and jumping out suddenly made the player fall back in shock. A look of confusion, it was Mallek but he looked different. Really different.

His skin was grey but with a blue hue in it. His hair and clothes were bright blue, all his piercings were orange now, he had swirling marks on his cheeks, and some kind of bottle attached to the side of his head. His eyes were flashing colours, a wide grin on his face as he hopped out of the bush, landing in front of them.

“LIL’ buddy! I've been LOOKING FOR YA!;;;” Mallek’s voice was erratic and wild, as he scooped the player up, holding him under his arms.

“I’M SOOOOOO GLAD I FOUND YOU!!!!!!!;;;” He then started spinning while holding the other, they were trying to ask Mallek was happened to him, and what he was doing.

“FRIEND, NO NEED TO WORRY! THIS IS GOING TO BE A PLEASURABLE EXPERIENCE!!;;;” He leaned in close, sticking his tongue out and winking at the player, What kind of acid trip was this?! Remembering what Zack told him, he couldn’t have direct contact with Mallek.

The player, squirming around in his hoodie, dropping out of it made a run for it, Mallek blinking at the spare hoodie he gave to the other like a cartoon character looked at the now-empty hoodie and his friend running away. He began hovering in the air and flew after the other, looking back to see the colourful horror that Mallek now was coming after him, grinning as wide as he could. Mallek pulled a tall lollipop out of thin air, spinning it around like a weapon. It was red and green and swirling. Shit, why couldn’t Zack have told them more about this, was it some kind of disease, well whatever it was he could let Mallek touch his bare skin or eat any of the candy… But now without their hoodie, they were more exposed.

“COME OOOOONNNNNN!!! DON’T BE SCAREDDDD!!!! JUST ONE LICK OF THIS AND YOU’LL FEEL HAPPY ALL THE TIME!” Mallek yelling out, spinning around in the air.

“OR I LICK YOU, EITHER WAY, SOMETHING GONNA GET LICKED!” The trickster troll added, laughing at his own words.

A distance away, Zack had arrived onto the planet that had been partially transformed by Mallek’s trickster form powers. It was easy to spot on this red planet, with a rainbow spot slowly expanding. He saw Mallek chasing over the player, and a sigh of annoyance left his mouth. Under his arm was the same pink chest that the idiots had opened up, it contained a candy juju that caused a trickster transformation upon anyone who licked it. After they opened it the explosion sent them to this random planet, and Mallek must’ve found the juju and its powerful aura compelled him to lick it resulting in this chaos.

The box was a powerful containment field to keep it sealed forever. All Zack had to do was get a few feet close to Mallek and open the box again and it would suck the cursed juju back inside and revert Mallek back to normal. Easy and simple, but seeing the other being chased all over by the troll made him smirk. He was gonna help them, but not just yet. This could be a learning experience for both of them to leave things alone and not to touch objects that read: DON’T TOUCH!

[coffeecomicsgalore]

25 Days of Adrien (+6 of Marinette)

Alya has the group wear superhero themed sweaters.

Ao3

Chapter 17 – Ugly Christmas Sweaters

“You guys really need to get a room.” Alya points at the kissing couple of the bench.

“Seriously, dudes. And I thought me and Alya were bad.” Nino added while nudging Alya in the arm.

Marinette pulled away from Adrien and smiled. “We just realized a few things over the last week that just made our relationship ten times stronger.”

“Plus, this is the only time I could really do this without the press being in my face.” Adrien had his Chat-like smile spread across his cheeks. “Last thing I need is my father to put a stop to this madness and make me bid her farewell.”

“Like that will ever happen.” Marinette added. The comment made them both giggle.

“Seriously, you two. I know romance is your thing, Adrien, but I never thought that red was your color.”  

Marinette noticed what Alya was teasing him about. The red lipstick she wore was now all over his lips which also helped bring out the rosiness of his cheeks. She licked her fingers to help rub the tint off his face which only led to Alya and Nino gagging over the motherly act.

Things really weren’t all that different after the reveal. A random akuma attack happened which allowed them to see how their new dynamic would work. They were worried that it would cause either worry on one side of the duo or extra flirting from the other. Actually, it only made their partnership grow so much stronger now that there were no secrets between them. And by the end of the week, their public displays of affection were the only part of their dynamic that got worse; but not in a bad way of course.

They still needed to maintain a level of secrecy while in their masks, and to do so they decided to keep their romantic affections to a minimum. Chat, of course, was not happy about it, but he understood the reasoning. But that did not stop the flood of pictures into the Ladyblog when the rare moments of kissing did happen. Alya was through the roof and believed her Christmas wish came true exclaiming that her ‘ship was finally sailing’.

Since this was the last full week of school before the holiday break, the school announced a week of fun activities. Each day, the classes were able to wear or do something that represented the activity of the day. Monday was cookie design day, Tuesday was wear a funny hat day, Wednesday was decorate your classroom day, Thursday was holiday color themed day, and today is wear an Ugly Christmas Sweater day.  

Alya came up with a plan to have the quad of friends wear a group themed ugly sweaters. With Alya being Alya, she thought it would be awesome if they went as the opposite counterparts of the superheroes. Alya would go with something Carapace themed while Nino went with something Rena Rouge themed. Marinette would go as something Chat Noir themed while Adrien went as something Ladybug themed. Adrien and Marinette quietly giggled at the thought, but ultimately agreed to the plan.

Of course, Marinette could not just go out and buy hers and Adrien’s sweaters. No. She just had to make them something specialized for them. Plus, how many people can say they can dress up as their superhero beaus and get away with it? Besides them, only Alya and Nino could claim that title. But that was their own little secret.

Marinette spent the rest of the week working on the designs. Adrien spent every day with her, watching her knit with pure joy, and lending his input on the handiwork when it was requested. It still felt like a dream that they would soon wake up from, believing it was a nightmare that made them regret never revealing themselves and hiding their secret to each other.  But it wasn’t. It was pure, real, and absolutely amazing.

That Friday, Adrien arrived to Marinette’s home to pick up his sweater. She had a few last-minute finishing touches to complete after he had left for the night, but she promised it would be finished by morning.

When he arrived in the Dupain-Cheng's bakery, Sabine scurried Adrien up the stairs with some croissants for breakfast. Marinette was already awake, excited to show off the final touches on her sweater before handing Adrien his.

Marinette answered Adrien’s knocks on her door with a large smile.  

“Good Morning, Chaton!”  

Adrien bowed to his cheerful princess. “Good Morning, M’Lady.”  

When he straightened back up, he sees Marinette wearing her sweater. He was floored. Marinette knitted an overly large black sweater that went down to her midthigh. She was wearing lime green leggings with shin high Chat Noir socks. Little bells hung on the socks where Chat’s bell would be. On the sweater itself, she knitted in a lime green tree with bells attached to the limbs in every direction and a had little white cats underneath the tree. She finished the look with her Chat Noir beanie that she made especially for Adrien. Her hair was down with curls peeping through the cap and even her makeup was done up with cat eye eyeliner and a green hue. She looked absolutely adorable.

“What do you think?” she said as she spun in circles.

“Paws-itively amazing, my princess.”

She covered her smile as she giggled. She took his hand to bring him into her home so they could enjoy the morning together before school.

“Go ahead and set the pastries down and I’ll go get your sweater.” Marinette said sweetly.

Adrien set out a plate with the delicious pastries as she walked back down her bedroom steps. “I hope you love it!”

Adrien grabbed the sweater from her hands and held it up. It was perfect. Marinette had knitted Adrien a red sweater that stopped at his hips. She had placed large black spots all over the sweater, each looking like an ornament with a small ribbon hanging from the tops of each. On some of the ornaments, little bells hung from the strings, while others remained plain. It wasn’t as adorable as Marinette’s Chat Noir themed sweater, but it worked well with their little group outfit.  

“Hold on! I have one more thing to add to yours.” She went and grabbed a shiny red present bow that was attached to a clip. She placed the clip on in his hair before kissing him on his lips. “Merry Christmas to me!” Adrien just laughed over the extra touch.

-----xoxox-----

Alya and Nino were already in class when Marinette and Adrien walked in. Nino, being the funny bro that he is, whistled at Adrien when he walked in.

“Hey hot stuff! Are you a present for me?”

“In your dreams, Nino. This present is all mine!” Marinette teased.  

Adrien blushed as red as his sweater. Marinette could only smile lovingly at her boyfriend, the cute bow on his head really sealed the deal.

Needing to say something back to his best friend, Adrien could only laugh at how short and unfestive his sweater was. “Nino, I thought it was supposed to be ugly? It actually looks kind of cute for a crop top.”

Nino shrugged his shoulders down with a sigh. “Man, there were no Rena Rouge looking ones in the men's department. Alya had to buy the only orange top from the woman’s department. And even with the biggest size, dude, the sweater is still too short.”  

Adrien patted his best friend in the back. “No worries Nino, you look just as hot in that outfit as I do.” Adrien winked at him making Alya and Marinette fall over laughing.

“Sunshine boy has got you there, Nino.” Alya reiterated. Alya’s outfit was a little better with a simple green turtleneck with black leggings. Around her neck was a shimmery garland necklace and she added these adorable green Christmas tree earrings. She wore brown knee-high boots and a green beanie to finish the look.

“Alya, looking great as ever.” Marinette cooed.

“Thanks girl, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

The rest of the class shuffled in all wearing festive and fun looking sweaters. Each one personalized with a fun design. Kim wore a sweater with a stocking sewed to it. He left candy in the stocking to keep him happy all day long. Max wore a white sweater with math problems that were piled on top of each other to look like a tree. Rose wore something pink and glittery. Sabrina even wore a sweater that had a kitty Christmas tree on it. Chloe and Lila were the only two to not dress up.

The best one was Nathaniel’s as he sketched an entire Christmas scene on his sweater and hand painted it with fabric paint. It came out absolutely amazing.  

The class enjoyed the day filled with games, a little bit of classwork, and ended the day with the last holiday party of their last year at lycée. It was bittersweet, but fun nonetheless, and Adrien couldn’t ask for a better time.

[ti-bae-rius]

The Heart of New York (part 1)

“You really should eat breakfast.”

“Working,” Ty muttered, ignoring Livvy’s stern protest from where she floated listlessly above the unoccupied bed in his room. His lack of roommate was frankly a relief. The Scholomance was great for small nooks and crannies to hide in away from other scholars, but sometimes he just wanted somewhere to lay down and escape people altogether. Except for Livvy. It was worse when she wasn’t there, when thoughts of everything and everyone he’d left behind filtered through. There was Julian and Emma, back from their travelling and back to being the new demon-hunting legends of Los Angeles. There was Mark, with Kieran and Cristina in their beautiful faerie cottage, separated from everyone but each other. There was Dru, though she sent postcards and photos that Ty covered his walls with. And Tavvy and Helen and Aline. And then, tucked away in a cardboard box, wrapped in packing tape and then sealed in a safe, were memories of Kit. 

“You’re thinking about him,” Livvy said softly. “You have that look on your face.”

“Shut up. I’ll go get breakfast, okay?” Ty said, blushing.

“That’s the spirit. Nothing like some light haunting to keep you eating properly,” she teased, and Ty shut the door to his room, a heavy book tucked under his arm to read at breakfast. His life had been occupied for the last year with the demon he was researching. Elusive, photophobic, and - until now - undocumented, the demon was a complete enigma. Which, of course, meant it was a perfect candidate for his investigation. It was called a nyrual, and Ty was itching to find one. He wanted samples of its hide and ichor to study. But up here in the Carpathian Mountains, the cold-blooded demon was unlikely to appear.

He sank down onto the end of one of the long tables that ran the length of the room with a cup of tea and a pastry, the book open beside him. He was careful not to get any flakes of pastry on the pages and, when he was done, pulled one cotton reading glove on to leaf through the pages. His work was spreading across the table, maps and diagrams seeming to burst out of his notebook and onto the table all around him. The only thing that made him look up was when he hit the bottom of his mug and became aware he was drinking the tea leaves at the bottom. 

“Someone’s coming,” Livvy warned and Ty prepared himself. She always kept an eye out to see if anyone was headed over when he was working, giving him those precious few moments to pull his mind away from his work. Changing from one task to another was never something that felt completely comfortable, like a piece of his brain was still with the last thing, but having it not be so instantaneous was a help.

“Blackthorn, you have a letter.”

Ty pushed his headphones around his neck.

“A letter,” he repeated absently. “Thanks.”

He glanced up at his classmate and she winked. That was happening more and more recently. Sometimes he wondered just what they saw in him, what warranted the sideways glances and giggles and winks. He’d looked at old photos and didn’t see all that much difference. Girls liked guys with muscles - Ty knew that. But he wasn’t strong, not like Julian. He looked more like Mark, lithe and long, with willowy limbs. Though he trained to keep his skills honed, he spent more time hefting heavy tomes from room to room and climbing the ladders attached to the library shelves than he did doing strength and cardio.  But then, he wasn’t sure he wanted the Scholomance girls to look at him like that. He didn’t know what he wanted. All he did know was that no one made his heart race and his stomach knot the way memories of Kit did. But still, he didn’t know what that meant – if it meant anything at all. There was guilt there, and fear, and a nagging grief that seemed to whistle through the hole it left in his chest like wind through the rocks off the LA beach. A million emotions mixed together meant it was hard to isolate any in particular, which was just fine as far as Ty was concerned.

He went back to his room with the letter, books tucked under his arm, and put it all down on the desk. Letters were usually from his family, and he’d read it later. He hoped it was from Dru, maybe including some photos from home, or a cool piece of sea glass she thought he’d like. His desk drawer was full of trinkets from Dru; a handful of cherry blossom from his first spring away from LA, a pressed bush mallow flower that grew near the brush, the shed skin of a rattlesnake. It was just itching to be opened now. He edged a finger under the flap of the envelope and started when he saw the official Clave seal.

“Who’s it from?” Livvy asked, floating closer to read over his shoulder.

“Alec Lightwood,” Ty breathed. Alec Lightwood was a god amongst men, a personal hero of Ty’s. He was quiet and serious and unbelievably smart. Ty would never want to be Consul, but he wouldn’t mind being like Alec. His eyes scanned the letter now and his hands spasmed in excitement when he got to the end. “Livvy!”

“I saw!” she exclaimed, twirling around in her white burial gown happily.

“I am writing to you because I’m aware of your research into the nyrual demon species. We believe we may have located a pod in the New York’s Brooklyn area. We will be leading a hunt tonight at nightfall. If you can spare some time and researchers, we’d be glad to have you. Shadowhunters will be waiting for you on the corner of Fulton and Franklin from eleven tonight. Thanks in advance, Consul Alec Lightwood,” Ty read, then looked up at Livvy, wide-eyed. “Wait, eleven? That’s...that’s nine here. That’s...” He checked his phone - there was barely any service here anyway, it was functioning mostly as a clock and a notepad - and leapt to his feet. “That’s less than an hour.”

 He started strapping on gear frantically, Livvy reminding him where his knives and stele were stored. Everything felt rushed and manic, and the rest of his team didn’t even know this was happening yet. With leg holsters half-buckled and his robes streaming behind him like banners, Ty tore through the Scholomance halls, knocking on the doors to his fellow researchers’ rooms, telling them the plan one by one. By the time they were gathered by the portal, everyone drawing runes on each other with haste, Ty already felt breathless. Livvy was muttering reassurances, lingering close by. Only when the head of the Scholomance stepped forward did everyone fall silent. It was hard not to; the Scholomance was led now by Jia Penhallow, after she’d stepped down from a governmental position to spend more time with her family. Even now, the Penhallow name and her gaze commanded attention just the same way it always had.

“Centurions, you are the greatest scholars the Shadow World has to offer. This is a unique academic opportunity, a fact I’m sure is not lost on you. The Consul is counting on you. You are the next generation of graduates from this hallowed establishment. Do not let us down.”

Ty felt as if he was vibrating. His whole life had led up to this. Every day he’d spent working all night because he thought he’d found a lead, every time he was yanked out of sleep by a sudden idea that sent him running through the halls to the library in the darkness, every backhanded comment about his worth on this mission. It was leading up to this. His project, the demon he was investigating, with his research team. They were headed to New York, to the very core of modern Shadowhunter politics, and he was right there at the centre of it. He looked around at his team, who all looked back, wide-eyed. They looked alert, even though most of them had only woken up a half hour ago.

“Blackthorn, would you like to give any final instructions to your team?” Jia offered, and Ty stepped forward. Though speaking to even one of them individually in a social setting seemed like a potential threat, speaking about work was fine. This was his thing; this he could do.

“You should all have brought some containers for samples. If you can draw ichor, or remove any hide from the demon, transfer it to a sterile container as soon as possible. Anything you can take to examine later - saliva, swabs, anything - will be useful. Remember that the demon is photophobic, but this is a last resort. We want to study it, so your witchlights and any bright device is a last resort. Spread the word to Shadowhunters to avoid seraph blades where possible. The light will scare them off, and if we’re going to figure out what this demon’s modus operandi is, we need to gather intel before we can dispatch it.” He pushed his headphones over his ears, grinning. “Let’s go.”

He let the others go first, lingering back until only one of his team stayed. She glanced back at him worriedly.

“Are you seriously going to wear those to a battle?” she asked, nodding to his headphones.

“If I want to get back alive, I am,” Ty told her. She wavered but turned and leapt into the portal.

Ty took a deep breath and turned to Jia, who gave him a nod of good luck, and walked away. He looked up at Livvy, who grinned.

“Go. Your team are waiting. I’ll be right behind you.”

He nodded, shook out his hands like he was drying them to relieve some of the building anxiety, and stepped confidently into the swirling surface of the portal, his boots finding the disconcerting nothingness on the other side before the noise of the battle and the New York streets hit him in a wall of sound.

[amwritingmeta]

S14 Finale: First Impressions

I got my grubby hands on the ep yesterday and watched it super late when everyone else had gone to bed and I was like clutching my face and stifling giggles of joy and just breathing OH MY FUCKING GOD (I shall never be able to actually use that expression again in the same manner but I did while watching oh YES) at the screen. :P

All I really want to put here is a screaming ghost face emoji and then a dancing lady in a red dress and then a crying his eyes out smiley and then idk like just all the expletives?

Yeah?

Because ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm HOLY FUCKING FUCK, BATMAN!

So happy. Ecstatic might even be the word!!

First impression —> Good.

So damn amazed at what they can communicate through a character performing one wordless action. Or an action attached to just one word. It’s... beautiful!!

And did we get a twist or what?? Our deus ex machina comes in and fucks shit up! I don’t think anyone saw him coming in to fix anything, right? But to have him come to subvert the very definition of a deus ex machina?? Aaaahhhhhhhh I CANNOT EVEN BELIEVE DABB!! BRILLIANT!!

Jack. JACK. What can’t I say about our boy? How delighted am I not at how he handled himself this episode and might I scream about his ending up in the Empty? I may have enjoyed the idea of him heading off to Heaven with Cas, but that may still happen. Jack in the Empty is such fucking wish fulfilment though, that I can’t even begin. 

And BILLIE IS THERE!!! 

And they need to talk!! 

Shall we all just jump on the supportive bandwagon of Jack as our New God (as per rectifying the Godstiel arc and, by extension of Cas’ faith in him, stepping in to fucking help fix Cas’ earlier mistakes?? JAYSUS PLEASE ALL THAT IS GOOD!!) Seriously, Jack gaining control of his powers and helping Billie reap God and taking his rightful place leading Heaven and bringing balance between Heaven, Earth and Hell... My heart can barely cope. *teary eyed*

Obviously with his father figures (yes Sam and Dean are still good father figures) (they just went a little wayward there for a moment) possibly probably teaching and guiding him.

Oh my God, Dean not firing that gun! I was so relieved. Serious fists-to-mouthage going on at that moment like omg omg please Dean, please. And when he uncocked it and THREW IT ON THE GROUND?? *squeaks* 

And, hey, God did hand-deliver the weapon to kill Jack and it was left in Dean’s own hands to make the choice whether to shoot it or not, but oh man! The fact that killing the representative of his inner child combined with that swallowed up toxic masculinity and everything this represents meaning Dean literally fucking killing himself was just... That was just... I can’t. *big wobbly* *so gorgeous*

And I just did not expect that they’d turn God - pardon, I mean Chuck - into the Big Bad. It’s EPIC.

Jeez, here I was thinking of Chuck as the good guy just trying his best. The epitome of the parental figure that has learned to let go and take a step back. The dad who might’ve created in his image in order to be worshipped, but who then went on to create humanity and realising his mistake the first time around (with the angels) imbuing them (us) with free will. With choice. Because his angels’ worship and loyalty were manufactured. And he wanted to be loved. Truly loved. 

Bah. Humbug.

It’s fantastic!! Because of course there was always the controlling side to God. The God that locked his sister away. That betrayed her. The dark side to him, that’s all about being obeyed, and doing whatever he wants because he can... And how he represents lying, manipulation, control. The stuff that needs to be rooted out. Yessss. *fingers crossed* (I cannot believe Chuck is our Big Bad!!) (he’s our BIG BAD for the final season!!) *gah!*

Anyway. I don’t think Chuck was actually built, in the narrative, to be this. This is Dabb’s twist. But it’s fucking perfect and I love it. And ROB!!! YAAASSSS! More of Rob next season. *adoration falls on the floor omgl* *no not oh my good lord* *ombl* *oh my bad lord* :P 

Also. Is Chuck bad? Or is he still writing his story? You know? I mean, total Big Bad vibe for good reasons, but... he’s a liar, after all. What exactly is the lie and what’s the truth? :P

Sam. SAM. Telling Dean off, and then speaking to God and seeing through his BULLSHIT and getting in a car and driving to stop Dean. *shivers of pleasure* More of this next season. Come on, Sam. You know you’re such a strong, smart leader. You know who you are!! You just have to let him out.

Man! I hope all this happens sooner than later.

Cas.

I have no words. I have NO WORDS!! When he turned and walked out of that room after Dean had challenged him with how God had just told them what had to be done and if it didn’t suit Cas then he could just go. OMFG OMFG HE LEFT. He just gave Dean that Look - and left to go find his son. *sobs*

Also, that shoulder bump between Cas and Dean earlier. I am really, really intrigued by how Dean and Cas’ relationship will start off next season and how the writers will explore it. But this. This distance. CAS STANDING BETWEEN JACK AND DEAN!! Potentially hugely important. Amazing. Fantastic. And good lord does it bode well for his individual arc.

Where that arc is headed? I feel he’s still emotionally linked to Heaven, and for good reason. His bad choices has absolutely devastated his home. It’s completely understandable that he’s not just going to shrug his shoulders and go, well, my home’s on Earth now. So the salvation, to me, lies in Jack. I mean. The setup is formidable, if this is where they’re headed. It’s beautiful. And emotional. And fitting. Because through his entire journey, Cas has learned the lessons needed to have actual faith in Jack, even when no one else did, and through this faith, Jack might turn out to be the one being that can restore Heaven to its former glory. And fix what Cas broke.

Oh, it would be... so satisfactory. It really would. The bringer of balance. The representative of Heaven, Humanity and Hell. Sitting on the throne of Heaven while keeping Hell in check. Leaving Earth to its dealings. The way it was done before S4 and the breaking of the first seal and the rising of Lucifer, which was all brought on by... God himself. Yeah. I mean. To close this narrative this way would be... Mh. Goodness.

Seriously, this is a rambling mess of first impressions, but oh, those first impressions were so good. I’m so excited. This finale was absolutely fantasmical and next season They Go Big. *no kidding*

I’m so happy they got to stay together. THEY KEPT THEM TOGETHER!! FOR THE SEASON FINALE!!! I’m so fucking happy!! No matter the tension between Dean and Cas, they’re, all three of them, together. What if that’s the tone for next season? Teamwork. Learning to communicate. More episodes together as a trio rather than spent apart, divided up?? *tears up again at the mere possibility of it all* 

What we surely do have is TFW, shoulder to shoulder, facing the end of the world. 

Apocalypse Now, here we come. 

Hot. Damn.

*I love this show*

I’ll write more meta asap (literally meaning As Soon As Possible) (life is misbehaving at the moment and hours are short and far between), but there’s so much meta to write!!

Also, welcome to Hellatus. 

If this is your first time, please know that there’s plenty of fan fiction and meta writing to get you through, and don’t forget to check out the archives. We’ve got fourteen seasons smack on the table ripe for dissecting. Blades at the ready. Sharpest ones, if you please. 

Aw. 

We’re gonna have So Much Fun! 

[pyropsychiccollector]

Head canon for team natsu as servants in fate stay night series

The blond man sat on the couch, staring at the little girl with a mischievous smirk. He was well-toned, his unbuttoned shirt showing off his chiseled chest. A scar was below his right eye.

           “Huh, so you’re my Master… You’re quite the peculiar one.” He snorted in amusement, eyes brimming with curiosity.

           Rin simply stared at him in awe…

           ~*~

           Shinji stared dryly at the blonde.

           “… You’re supposed to be a Rider?”

           The blonde grinned mischievously.

           “Yep! One of the strongest out there!”

           “… Am I supposed to ride you?”

           Blondie burned a bright red.

           “Wh-What’s that supposed to mean?!” She screeched shrilly.

           “… Maybe not.”

           ~*~

           Illya blinked at the man that appeared after the ritual was completed. He looked… kinda underwhelming to be a Berserker…

           What was with that pink hair?

           “Are you really a Berserker, Mister?” The ‘little girl’ couldn’t help voice her skepticism. The pink-head scratched the side of his head before giving a carefree laugh.

           “Guess I am! Only ‘cause I wreck stuff, but yeah, that’s my class~!” The Berserker grinned. Illya narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

           “You’re pretty talkative… and nice…”

           “Do you not want me to be nice?” Berserker tilted his head impishly. Only then did Illya give a beaming smile.

           “… No. You’re perfect just the way you are, Mister Berserker~!”

           “Call me Natsu~!” They shared a laugh together.

           ~*~

           “There’s another Master on-campus… I don’t know what his objective is, but we should take him down, Archer. Remove him from the war.” Rin spoke in an authoritative tone. The blond rolled his shoulder before crossing his arms calmly.

           “You don’t need to tell me twice. I could sniff another Servant skulking around… They’re smart for staying hidden, but if they don’t have enough power to go toe-to-toe with me, they’re gonna just be a mouse… And I’m the cat that gobbles them up.”

           A snort of displeasure made itself known, and Rin and Archer were instantly on their guard.

           “That’s just plain on mean… If you’re a cat, I’ll just skewer ya on my spear.” A fairly toned man, arms crossed, was standing on a roof looking down on the pair of Master and Servant. He had dark spiky hair, and wore a blue skintight body suit, a spear strapped to his back.

           “Lancer class…” Archer muttered as he studied his opponent. “Your Master goes to this school, too?”

           A raised eyebrow was answer enough.

           “That’s really for me to know, and for you to never find out… It was your mistake to bring your Master along with you.” The threat in his tone could not be mistaken for anything else.

           Archer rolled his shoulders one more time before standing between Rin and the new Servant.

           “Not really. Carries risk, yeah, but ideally a Master’s supposed to support with their Magic. Mine’s settled into her role quite nicely.”

           Lancer shrugged nonchalantly.

           “Little girls get hurt when they stick noses where they don’t belong… But I’ll set ya straight.” Lancer uncrossed his arms and one reached up to grip the spear attached to his back. “Might lose a heart or a few vital organs in the process, though…”

           Lightning crackled off of Archer, his face now having a tight scowl and a fierce glare.

           “You’re not going to be able to lay a finger on her once I snap all of yours off…”

           The very air seemed to freeze around them. Rin actually hugged herself, and found a thin layer of frost over her body.

           “Scaaary…” Lancer drawled with a sneer. “You gonna talk all night, or fight?”

           A lightning bolt seared past the side of his head. He looked down at the blond dryly.

           “… Cute.” Lancer deadpanned before leaping into the air and meeting Archer in battle.

           ~*~

           Shiro scrabbled back in a hurry as the redhead appeared so suddenly. The woman looked down at her armored gauntlets before turning her attention back on him.

           “I suppose you are my latest Master…?”

           “M-Master?! What the heck…!?” The boy spluttered. The redhead shook her head, sighing breezily.

           “I am of the Saber class… Only a Master can summon a Servant, and you have the mark on your right hand. So, tell me what it is you want me to do.”

           Shiro sweatdropped nervously.

           “Um… well…?”

           Just then, the door burst open, and the dark-haired Lancer took a step inside menacingly, sneering at Shiro.

           “Got ya, kid…”

           Shiro pointed desperately at the guy.

           “Fight him off! Please?!”

           Saber raised an eyebrow archly at the dark-haired man who dared to threaten her Master in front of her.

           “You’re not very bright are you?”

           Lancer looked between Shiro and Saber, and then noticed the mark that had appeared on his hand.

           “… Well, that just makes killing him more satisfying, I guess…” At the sound of the redhead cracking her knuckles, Lancer shrugged uncaringly. “But if you really wanna fight me in your state, Saber, I won’t mind…”

           Lancer raised an eyebrow when the redhead was forward enough to grab him by his suit and hold him up to her face. He raised an eyebrow dubiously, along with his spear, before she turned right around… and pummeled his face with enough force to smash him through a wall completely.

           ~*~

           “Careful there, Saber… This one’s not like that asshole, Lancer…” Archer warned as they all stood on guard.

           “I know…” Saber narrowed her eyes in determination. That little girl was still sitting on the new Servant’s shoulders, looking for all the world she wasn’t facing down two of her opponents in this war. She looked… just like any little kid you’d find anywhere. But there was a decidedly menacing aura about her.

           “I told you the next time we saw each other, you’d die, Shiro~!” The girl giggled innocently. She hugged the head of the new Servant before he let her down. She looked up at the Servant with such innocent eyes… “Now, remember what we agreed on, Natsu! Don’t make me use a Command Seal~!”

           Natsu seemed to wave her off petulantly, getting a crick out of his neck while he was at it.

           “I got it, I got it~! I’ll kick their asses!” He grinned excitedly, somehow igniting his hands. Saber and Archer could also tell he was building up huge amounts of magic power as well…

           “What class are you, Servant?” Saber demanded, finally unable to take it anymore.

           “Berserker~…” Natsu tilted his head in a ‘no duh’ motion. But this only served to make goosebumps travel up Saber’s back.

           “B-B-Berserker…!?”

           Archer sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

           “I wondered what kind of guy took down Rider… That Shinji kid’s in pretty rough condition at the hospital, no thanks to you.”

           Natsu just rolled his eyes.

           “Well, that’s the compromise we reached, duh.” He temporarily turned off the flames for one hand and high-fived a beaming Illya. “I don’t kill, but in return, I defeat all other Servants and beat up any humans Illya-chan wants crushed!”

           Rin paled as she remembered Shinji’s extensive injuries.

           “So when you say ‘Shiro will die’…” The dark-haired girl trailed off meaningfully.

           “I’ll just make ya wish you were all dead!” Natsu grinned proudly pounding his chest with his flaming fist.

           “M-Me, too?!” Rin screeched. Illya just giggled at her antics.

           “Well, of course! I don’t like you either!” Illya then dropped her smile and gave an adorable grumpy pouty face.

           Rin twitched. Archer scoffed derisively.

           “I don’t see what makes you a big, scary Berserk…!” With one devastating punch that made an explosion and destroyed a good section of trees, Archer went flying. Natsu lowered his arm, still burning, and grinned like a lunatic.

           “… And there’s the ‘berserk’ part of you.” Saber tsk’ed in displeasure. Natsu just stared at her, deadpan.

           “You doubted my power?!” Natsu stuck out his tongue childishly. Saber rolled her eyes and summoned a sword for each hand.

           “No, I just pondered how badly I would have to kick your ass before I made you regret every single crime you ever committed… I suppose I have my answer.”

           Natsu seemed to grow livid at that.

           “OI! We only took what we wanted from the ice cream parlor and candy store that ONE time! … Well, maybe two times… Three?” He looked to Illya for help, who only shrugged, unknowing the answer. Natsu sweatdropped before turning back to Saber fiercely. “POINT IS! We only did little stuff ‘cause Illya-chan was hungry!”

           “And because I didn’t like the mean cashier people~!” Illya supplied helpfully, with Natsu nodding fervently. By now, Saber’s eyes were overshadowed by the bangs over her forehead.

           “So you were the monsters that wrecked that cake shop…! UNFORGIVABLE!”

           Natsu cocked his head as he tried to remember any cake shops they might’ve hit… But Illya put his foot in his mouth for him.

           “That strawberry cheesecake was yummy!” Illya rubbed her tummy, beaming happily. Natsu opened his mouth to say he didn’t remember, but then Saber charged him, and his Berserker instincts kicked into gear…

             ~*~

           “Ufufu… It really is unfortunate Saber sunk her swords into Berserker first. I sooo wanted to use him as my adorable little soldier~!” Caster cooed. She had dark, long hair, and was observing the end of the fight through some crystal ball.

           “I’m not enough for your ‘unstoppable’ plans?” A maroon-haired Servant deadpanned, petting his snake while glaring at Caster in annoyance.

           “Natsu-kun is more adorable than you, Erik.” Caster told him dryly. “AND he’s a superior powerhouse…”

           “Call me Assassin, damnit…”

[mediocreronpas]

Supernatural!NDRV3 Boys and human S/O

I ran out of ideas by the time I got to Gonta.

- Mod Teruteru

Shuichi Saihara

- Dating someone you can’t touch is a bit weird.

- As a ghost, Shuichi is intangible and your not able to do normal things normal couples would do like hugging, holding hands, kissing, things like that.

- It came to the point where Shuichi had started blaming himself for you not being able to love you properly.

- But you told him not to worry about it.

- “You shouldn’t have to worry about not being able to touch me. I still love you, and you still love me. As long as we can express that in anyway to each other nothing changes. We’re just like every other couple, okay?”

- Shuichi’s face started turning red, contrasting to his normal pale white.

- “T-thank you S/O.”

- “Hm? I didn’t know ghosts could blush.”

- “N-no I was just-”

- “I love you Shuichi!”

- “S-stop!”

- You ended up teasing him all day after that, and then apologizing because you love him.

Kaito Momota

- Dating a werewolf has always been just the slightest bit strange.

- At least once a month you have to chain him to the old steel heater in your basement that's attached to the floor.

- Then when he turns full wolf it's your job to keep him satisfied and under control until morning.

- But otherwise, he's a nice guy.

- Hiding his wolfness has proven to be difficult though.

- When he gets excited his wolf ears pop from his head and he starts panting.

- It's cute, but it's very compromising for someone trying to hide their species.

- So you have to be the one to pull him into a private room and remind him to calm down and take it easy.

- Then you would hug him, bringing him back to his more human like state.

- What would the poor wolf boy do without you?

Rantaro Amami

- He's a Incubus.

- A pretty chill Incubus at that.

- Normally Incubus use their powers to seduce humans and feed off their lust energy.

- But Rantaro seems to have adapted to feeding off the energy humans give off when they feel embarrassed or particularly affectionate.

- Making your relationship a symbiotic one as well as a romantic one.

- When you notice Rantaro is feeling a bit down or tired, you give him a hug or two and suddenly he's back in the race.

- Your first kiss with him was probably the greatest thing you've ever seen.

- Whenever he had asked you for a kiss in the past, it was him legitimately asking for energy.

- He respected your decision to wait, but his energy was depleting rather quickly and he needed affection to survive.

- It was when you witnessed him passing out in your living room that now was probably a good time to have your first kiss.

- Hugs weren't doing anything anyway.

- It took a few seconds of silent hesitation, but when you finally pressed your lips against his, his arms flew, grabbing you and pulling you in for an even deeper kiss then just a peck on the lips.

- When you parted, you both started giggling.

- “Couldn't help yourself, could you Amami?”

- “What? You were the one to make me wait so long.”

Kiibo

- You had met Kiibo almost entirely by accident.

- You were dared by some of your friends to go to the top of the neighborhood hill and go inside the creepy house sitting on top of it.

- Sounds cliche, doesn't it?

- Either way, they got you in there (they offered you like, fifty bucks for it) and told you to take a selfie in the living room as proof you went all the way in.

- You took notice to all the surprisingly new looking photos in shiny frames of some old man standing proudly next to what looks like an incredibly detailed sculpture of a boy about your age.

- As you listened to the floorboards creak under your weight, you tiptoed unconsciously through the hallways until you were met with what you believed to be to living room.

- You took your phone out and opened up the camera. When you switched it to the front camera, you could see a figure behind you.

- “AHH!”

- “AHHHH!”

- It wasn't very tall, and it wasn't very menacing, but it frightened you for sure.

- “W-who are you?!”

- “M-my name is Kiibo Idabashi! I'm a creation of certified evil scientist Professor Idabashi.”

- Evil scientist?

- “Then...what are you?”

- “I'm a clay golem. The best of the best!”

- You blinked. Clay golem? Like, Frankenstein or something?

- “Are you the kid who's in all the picture back there?”

- “Yes, I am. But unfortunately, the other man in the pictures has passed away. Professor Idabashi…”

- “Have you been here ever since?”

- His head dipped and his ahoge even drooped a bit.

- “Y...yes. I know that humans aren't as accepting as the professor and his peers. So I've been deactivating myself to avoid meeting any. I only just woke up because I heard you come in.”

- “Would you...like to come out of here with me? I could be some kind of ambassador or something.”

- If Kiibo's eyes were real, they'd be sparkling.

- “Really?!”

- “Uh, sure. You seem like a nice guy.”

- He jumped up and hugged you tight, almost yelling his thank you’s.

- “Oh thank you thank you thank you!! You're so nice! If all humans are as nice as you, then I'm sure we'll all be able to get along.”

- Your face turned red, and you laughed awkwardly.

- “O-oh, I mean, I'm not the nicest person in the world but, I have a bunch of friends waiting for me to come back out so, why don't we go now?”

- “Okay, let's go!”

Kokichi Ouma

- He's an imp who could have guessed.  

- Ever since he met you he dropped his normal imp form and went for a more “modern human” type look.

- Though he kept the tail and horns for asthetics sake.

- If he really needs to, he'll take his shirt off and let his wings out.

- By really needs to I mean whenever he wants to embarrass you.

- He finds humans like you really interesting.

- Rather than being scared of him when he first arrived, you were rather fascinated by him.

- How a being like an imp could actually exist in the first place.

- He probably likes humans more than he does his own kind.

- Every imp is fairly the same

- They lie, they cheat, they trick others for fun.

- You were the main reason for him to stay on Earth full time.

- Not that he would tell you that…

Korekiyo Shinguji

- You met him at a beach, assuming he was some kind of stranded seal or something.

- When you had gotten closer, you could clearly see the top half of a human attached to the stranded half.

- He had long black hair and had some kind of cloth mask on his face, reading a ripped piece of newspaper.

- When you approached him and asked him what he was doing, he looked at you and made a noise that you were pretty sure was a laugh.

- “KuKuKu, for once I didn't have to lure one in. This one seems to want to talk to me.”

- “What are you talking about?”

- He put a hand on his chest.

- “I am a siren. A Greek 'myth’ according to humans. I use my singing voice to lure humans on ships to their doom. In other stories my kind of known to eat the flesh of the humans we kill, but that is entirely untrue.” - He puts the newspaper clipping down. - “I should know.”

- You sat down, crossing your legs with your eyes sparkling and a huge grin on your face.

- “That sounds really cool. Do you think you can tell me more?” - “Hm? You’re interested in my stories?”

- You nodded.

- “Yeah! I’ve always been into greek mythology. My favorite is Cerberus, not just because they’re they guard the gateway to the underworld, but also all of the pottery that they’re displayed on. All of it is really impressive and beautiful.” - “Oh, then perhaps you would be interested in some of the stories of Hades?”

- “Yes, please tell me.” - It was strange to him, how you were actually interested in his stories.

- No one else had been.

- Perhaps he was he was already growing fond of you?

- How strange.

Gonta Gokuhara

- You can’t remember ever wanting to date a dryad.

- But then again, you never knew that they existed in the first place so, there’s that.

- Being a Dryad doesn’t make him any different from humans, besides the fact that he’s a literal tree person.

- But he’s fascinated by human culture.

- Especially about this whole gentlemen concept.

- When he had first learned about it, he made it his goal to become a gentleman, mainly so he could be more accepted by humans.

- So, you helped him out.

- You found tailors that could make suits his size, you learned alongside him on how to treat a lady, even how to properly make and serve tea.

- But one day, he approached you about it.

- “Hm? What is it Gonta?” - “Gonta have to tell you something. Gonta not become gentleman for other humans to accept him more.”

- He got down on one knee and showed you a bouquet of freshly picked flowers.

- “Gonta wanted to become gentleman, to become closer to S/O. G-Gonta hope,” - He blushed, scratching the back of his neck and looking to the side,

- “Gonta hope you don’t mind.” - You smiled, eyes sparkling.

- “Aw Gonta! Of course I don’t mind. That’s really very sweet of you.” - He smiled wide, glowing with happiness.

- “T-thank you for understanding S/O!”

Ryoma Hoshi

- Dwarfs can be pretty strange, to say the least.

- Hoshi, for example, doesn't really care whether or not humans see him.

- Unlike other dwarfs, he lives in an apartment with two cats and a fairly good rent price.

- You've asked him about it before, but the main reason seems to be that he doesn't really care for other dwarfs.

- Their religious to an annoying level, they force their beliefs onto their children, everything there can get pretty stressful if you aren't prepared for it.

- So instead, he stayed here to live the human life.

- No magic, no battles, just his S/O and his cats.

- Which you find very cute.

- “You mean, you stay here for me?”

- “I-I mean, partly for you...for the cats, and uhm, humanity as well I guess.”

- You hugged him.

- “Even so, that’s really sweet of you.”

- “Uh, sure.”

- He smiled. You were at least the main reason he stayed.

[deanssexplorations]

Dick in a Box

There was a two year period or thereabouts between my broaching having an open marriage with my wife, Kimber, and her agreeing to it. During that stretch she gave me a few freedoms, sort of in “baby steps” as she slowly got more comfortable with the idea. Things like allowing me to go to strip clubs on my own, which was top of mind for her after she and I had gone during the time we were looking to spice up our marriage.

Another thing Kimber and I had done previously was the Exotic Erotic Ball, which long-time San Francisco Bay Area residents may recall as the granddaddy of the sexy Halloween Balls, having been in operation since at least the early 80s. I had gone with my college girlfriend in the mid ‘80s, once with my first wife in the mid 90s, and once with Kimber in the late ‘00s.

One of my baby steps was Kimber’s encouragement for me to go to Exotic Erotic on my own. She had enjoyed it just fine when we went, but she didn’t feel the need to go again. The first year I declined, not wanting to be that weird guy in the corner on his own, but when the second year rolled around and there wasn’t much progress in terms of opening the marriage I decided what the hell and decided to go.

I picked a sort of a Zorro-themed costume that left little to the imagination but realized in retrospect that wasn’t the image I wanted to convey. Remember, I didn’t want to be that weird guy in the corner on his own. There were a couple of other sexy Halloween balls coming up - specifically the XO Ball and Masquerotica, and this time I wanted to get my costume right.

I wanted an outfit that was clever and creative, that was funny, and whose reference everyone would get. But I also wanted one that was not the standard fare, and that would be “signature Dean.” After a fair amount of thought, I hit upon what I considered the perfect idea: Dick in a Box.

If you’re not familiar with the Saturday Night Live skit, or if you just need a refresher, I encourage you to give it a watch. Andy Samberg and Justin Timberlake sing a romantic, holiday-themed song in which they tell their girlfriends they know just what’s on their (the girlfriends’) minds and they (the guys) have a gift to address it, a gift coming straight from the heart. Of course, the song plays as if they are going to pop out engagement rings, but instead it turns out to be their dicks ... in a box.

I think the skit is hilarious, and it’s lived at least to some extent in popular culture, so I assumed there would be enough people familiar with the joke for it to be funny. I liked the fact that I would be clothed head to toe, in somewhat dress attire no less. The concept was just suggestive enough to be  provocative, with an element of mystery and danger (”what would happen if I look in the box?”)

I thought I had come up with a winner.

There was a fair amount of prep involved. I had to get a suit, which I was able to find at Goodwill. Some costume jewelry and a fake goatee. Halloween superstores had all of that. And of course the box itself. I found a big, red, perfectly sized and shaped one at Hallmark. Along with a big silver bow to put on top.

Securing the box required some trial and error, but I ended up rigging a system with wire looped through my belt that would keep the box secure, just in front of my crotch. I also put big silver letters on the front spelling out “Dick in a Box” - in case anyone needed a little help with the reference.

Just about all set. The last thing to do was to figure out the best way to actually get my cock into the box.

After all, it IS called Dick in a Box for a reason.

The song actually has instructions for this. Step 1: cut a hole in the box. Step 2: put your junk in the box. Step 3: make her open the box.  Seemed pretty straightforward.

The real trick was getting the size of the hole just right. Too small and I wouldn’t be able to fit everything through. Too big and things wouldn’t stay where I wanted them. So I started on the smaller side and through a process of trial and error, gradually widened it, testing it out with each expansion until I had something that worked just right.

The other part of my solution was to use a cock ring around my cock and testicles, to help keep everything in place. I had no experience with cock rings, but the last thing I wanted was to have a testicle decide to retreat into my body cavity in the middle of the party! Another way of saying it, is I wouldn’t want any balls leaving the ball.

Har har.

The cock ring turned out to be a good thing for other reasons, but more on that below.

The day of the XO Ball rolled around and I donned my outfit (plus a trench coat so I could actually walk around in public), put my box in a shopping bag, and headed up. I had to don the box on-site because there was no way I could sit, let alone drive, while wearing it.

The XO Ball was in the Cow Palace, a large gathering spot that houses expos and concerts a little south of San Francisco. I went through the turnstiles and looked for a men’s room, my nerves jangling and my heart in my throat.

I was fairly cool and calm when preparing for the night, but now that it was on me to actually wear my outfit, I was incredibly nervous. It’s true that other people were dressed in various provocative or funny costumes, but I was there on my own, about to take the plunge, and I felt like I was standing on the edge of a bridge, bungee cord attached to my ankles, trying to get up the nerve to jump.

I found the men’s room, ducked into a stall, and donned my box. I was petrified to go out among the general partygoers but the die was cast and I had no choice. So, taking a deep breath, I opened the stall door and strode out.

None of the guys in the men’s room made a big deal out of it (since it was a Halloween ball and everyone was dressed up somehow), and as I made my way onto the general floor, it seemed that I blended in well with the other partygoers.

That’s not to say I didn’t get attention. At one point I heard a guy 20 feet away call out, “check it out - that guy’s dressed as Dick in a Box. Awesome.” And I was pleased to see I got the most attention from females.

A lot of women wanted to take pictures with me. Which was fun. And quite a few women were curious as to what was in the box. Which was sort of the point. For it to be provocative and fun. And encourage people to wonder. Or to ask. Maybe even take a look.

My answer was always the same. I told them to check it out for themselves. And pretty much nobody could resist taking a peek.

You will recall that part of the infrastructure making this little engineering feat possible was a leather cock ring. At the time all I wanted it to do was keep my stuff in place, but that evening I discovered a pleasant, if unintended, side effect. It helped keep my cock nice and hard. All throughout the night.

In fairness, I was going to be pretty much erect that night anyway. I was having fun checking out the scantily clad women, and any time one of them asked about the contents of the box, a rush of blood surged to my groin. But the cock ring absolutely sealed the deal.

Which meant every time a lovely lady tentatively lifted the lid, she was treated to a view of my fully erect organ, veins bulging, in its full glory. Which the exhibitionistic/voyeuristic part of me enjoyed.

I got a lot of fun reactions. I’d say that most people seemed surprised that I had actually gone through with it. They seemed to be expecting an empty box. Or maybe a little joke sign that said “got you” or something like that. But  no, that’s not me. I go big or I go home.

Some giggled. Some gave me mock-scandalized looks. One decided to touch it Everyone had fun. The second time I wore it, at Masquerotica, one woman thought it wasn’t real, assuming I had affixed a dildo to the wall of the box. She said it looked too fake, too erect. It was only after she grabbed it that she realized it was the real deal.

It was great fun.

As a side note, it was all women who asked about the contents of the box, and couldn’t avoid the temptation to have a look. No guys. Which was all fine with me, as women were my primary targets!

It served as an icebreaker and conversation starter, giving me an opportunity to meet and chat with a lot of interesting people. And at Masquerotica it was the catalyst to meet my friend Angie, the woman who thought it was a dildo, and who I ended up dating for a couple of months.

Overall it was a huge win.

I haven’t worn it since that Masquerotica. Partly because that was at the tail end of my baby steps period and shortly after that I started going places with dates. And partly because those particular Halloween balls are not operating any more and I haven’t been to one since that would call for that sort of costume. But the box (and suit with a hole in the crotch and costume jewelry) continue to sit on a shelf in my closet, ready for me to break out when the time is right.

So if you’re at a sexy Halloween party this year and you see a guy in a Dick in a Box outfit, come on over and see if it’s me. You’ll know it’s an impostor if you steal a peek and don’t see a throbbing, erect dick.

A dick in a box.

[adventuresoffangirls]

Double Dose of GRO

We were super excited about this trip. We’ve been waiting for months. Our excitement couldn’t be contained. Of course, we were excited because Green River Ordinance, our first music loves. But we were also really happy to see Lauren again! She drove all the way from Joplin, MO to go on this road trip.

We all got ready at Krissy’s work and then headed to Conroe to pick up Caitlin’s husband, Mike. When we arrived in the parking garage at the venue, we decided that we needed to do some parking lot Jaeger bombs to get the night started. We did not regret them. We did however regret the fact that our legs were sticky from spilling the Jaeger on them. Oh, and Caitlin’s car smelt like Jaeger the next day. 

We made our way up to the box office where the lady giving out wristbands had perfect wristband game. This is important. Your whole night is ruined when the wristband is too tight. She then directed us to where we could find the food trucks. We chowed down on brisket nachos (which Krissy offered to share with Jamey), cotton candy, fried Oreos, sausage on a stick, and more.

Finally, it was time for the show. We were front and center as usual. Blogging about GRO is hard for us. We’ve never had to put GRO into words. And if we did put everything we felt into words, we’d be going on for days. So, we’ll just discuss the highlights. 

THEY PLAYED BETTER LOVE! Better Love is our all-time favorite GRO song. Krissy’s even got lyrics from it tattooed on her. And it’s the first song that we taught ourselves how to sign. They haven’t played it in a while so we were super excited. Like we almost cried!

GRO did a lot of acoustic songs requested by the crowd at the end of this show. They started with West Wind, which apparently started in a Walmart parking lot. This was the greatest moment ever because Josh forgot the lyrics and you could see the “deer in headlights” look on his face. But you can always count on your fangirls to carry you through when this happens, which is exactly what we did. You can witness that here:

They also did Heart of Me, Life in the Wind, You, Me & the Sea (as requested by us), and Keep Your Heart Open. 

We didn’t hang around after the show because we still had a 45-minute drive back to Krissy’s place and we would be seeing them the next day. We did, however, go get Whataburger, which is exactly what you should do after every GRO show. 

Once at Krissy’s house, we ate our food, discovered that we didn’t have any batteries for the air mattress for Lauren to sleep on, and watched Caitlin’s copy of City Sessions Dallas featuring GRO. This video is baby GRO. Like before we knew what GRO was. We sat there and giggled over Josh’s dance moves and Geoff’s hair. That black streak tho. 

Moving on to Saturday. Oh god Saturday!

We were all #teamnosleep especially Krissy who woke up early to spend time with her niece because it was her birthday. 

Once we were on the road, we decided that we needed to continue showing Lauren Texas the right way by taking her to Shipley’s and a tiny Texas Walmart. We bought some pool noodles and hula hooped in the middle of the store. You know, all the fun stuff.

Next door to our hotel, there was a Taco Bell/KFC/Pizza Hut. We decided to grab lunch/dinner and some extra tacos for after the show. The drunk versions of ourselves would definitely thank us later. So, after ordering and eating our mountain of food, we decided to check out the pool situation. It was full of kids and so was the hot tub. We were a little disappointed, but we just took the time to get day drunk and make key chains for the band. We’ve decided that we are going to start making keychains and bracelets that support our blog. These keychains say, “Dream Big” which if you know us you know that this is our mantra. Feel free to hit us up if you’d like a key chain or bracelet with this on it.

Caitlin bought us these sealable flasks that are made of plastic. They are basically a ziplock baggie that you can heat seal. They even come with an attached funnel for easier filling. They are the best thing ever. The brand is Slick Shotz. They kinda look like blood bags which makes it even cooler. Gruene Hall doesn’t serve liquor. They only serve beer and wine. We used these to sneak in Jaeger bombs.

After getting ready and covering ourselves in glitter spray, we took a Lyft to the venue. We spent the entire trip there watch Lauren flirt with the driver. Her flirt game was so on point. We were super proud.

When we arrived in Gruene, we went to Mozie’s which is across the street from Gruene Hall. We needed to put our flasks in our bra. While we were there, we decided to get a drink. Out of nowhere, Lauren says “I miss Troy!” This made us all miss Troy Cartwright. He is our best friend and Gruene Hall is where we became best friends. We were a little salty that he wasn’t the opener for this show, but we understand that that’s not how the music world works.

We absolutely loved their opener tho. His name is Devon Gilfillian and he’s so super talented. His voice is INSANE! And he wore this awesome bolo tie on stage. We were impressed. Lauren was in heaven because he’s bluesy and blues music is favorite. He is massively talented and you will definitely be hearing about him in the future.

Jamey Ice joined Devon on stage for an amazing jam session for one of his songs. It was awesome. You can definitely tell that Jamey is in his element when he is just shredding on that guitar. Also, we have noticed before that he is always in extra rock star mode when his wife, Melissa, is there. It’s super cute.

When GRO came on, there was a wave of excitement coming from the crowd. Shows at Gruene Hall are always more fun. It’s an iconic Texas venue and you can tell that the guys enjoy playing there. There’s extra jamming and just when you think there show can’t get any better it does.

They played West Wind again. This time with a full band. We couldn’t stop laughing during it because it felt like they were playing it just to prove to us that they did know the lyrics. We were kinda sad tho because there wasn’t any banjo. BRING BACK THE BANJO!

They played You Can’t Always Get What You Want by the Rolling Stones. They cover this on the regular, but it was extra awesome. Everyone was having a blast.

Caitlin may or may not have been told by the security guard to get off the stage when Geoff told her to “follow her heart” when she asked if it would be cool. It wasn’t cool apparently.

They closed the night with Under Fire, which is one of Krissy’s absolute favorites. They came out into the crowd and played it acoustic. They like to close the show this way. It’s an amazing moment of just them and the crowd. It’s really beautiful.

After the show, we talked to all of the guys and gave them the key chains that we made. We also gave them all shit for not answering our five questions for the blog. Joshua did math which prompted Caitlin to say “Look at you mathing and shit.”

We do want to point out that we did get a thumbs up response from Geoff when we sent him our questions. Plus, he was the first person to share our blog and we really appreciate that. If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t even know who Northern National are. And we love them.

While waiting for our lyft, Jamey photobombed us. It turned into the best picture ever. Even tho Krissy turned her head to look at him and now looks like a demon in the picture.

Highlights from our lyft drive home:

“You can’t have tacos until you wash your face.”

“You hair raped someone and that’s kinda creepy.”

“I can’t say this in front of our lyft driver. It’s too embarrassing.”

“You’re never going to see me again. Just say it.”

PS James, our driver, was fantastic.

We would like for everyone to know that Lauren did get her tacos. And they were a little disappointing.

Highlights from the ride home:

We gave money to a guy jamming out on his guitar on the side of the road.

We took Lauren to her first baby bucees.

We still can’t believe that there is a town in Texas called Uhland. This prompted us to pronounce it Uh-land. And proceed to call everything uh-stuff.

All in all it was an amazing trip and we cannot wait to do it all again. Until next time.

Dream Big Always,

Krissy & Caitlin