#m!a fuzzball

[asgardian-angel]

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[brokendreamscreation]

“Samuel..?” Did…did Lucifer have a son that he never told Lucid about? It’s not like Lucid presses for information of Lucifer’s family life, considering the rocky relationship with Charlie and Father knows where Lilith has gone. However, the blue angel is attentive to details and has never once noted a child like this in the pictures. So…who is this? How did he get down to Hell? Is this boy gifted like himself and teleported her on accident? And why does he look so similar to Lucifer? Or have that similar connection the twins share?

“I’m afraid I’ve not seen your brother’s little one, I just got here. Buuut I am a pro at playing hide-and-seek!” Smiling brightly, Lucid offers his hand to Samuel. “My name is Lucid. Tell me about your brothers and I will be sure to help you reunite with them.”

In teleports Lucid, eagerly looking for his twin. “Luci? Hey Luci! I saw a super cute video of a duck in a bathtub and…who are you?” The blue seraph stops as stares at the angel fledgling. How did another angel get down here? And so young!

Samuel yelps as the other angel just appears out of no where , “who ‘s Luci?!” He asked staring at the other strange they look alike .. kinda . He feels a strong connection to this angel so much older then him .

“My names Samuel .. I.. I don’t know where I am.. have you seen my brothers ?” He asked .

[wherethefireliliesgrow]

Make Me Happy

Huh Yunjin x Reader

GENRE: fluff

TYPE: One Shot, Long Fic

INSPIRED BY: Make Me Happy-WheeIn

"And Zeus, with his mighty thunder in hand, ruled the sky and Olympus," you read, flipping to the next page of the storybook and showcasing the colorful pictures of Zeus.

It was a Saturday morning, and you were immersed in reading stories for the children at the hospital. As a child psychology major, you relished the opportunity to connect with different children each Saturday. Your love for children made spending time with them while earning extra credit a win-win situation.

"Zeus has a wife named Hera, the Queen of Gods," you continued, pointing to the illustrated photo of Hera on her throne.

"Sometimes Zeus made mistakes, like having other friends. Hera didn't like that, but they still ruled together on Mount Olympus."

“Ms. Y/N?” a cute voice squeaked from the circle of kids in front of you. It was a small girl with short blonde hair and thick glasses.

“Yes, Kayla?” you smiled at her.

“What is M-I-S-T-R-E-S-S-E-S?” Kayla squinted, trying to read from the book you were showing. The rest of the kids leaned forward, curious about the illustrations.

“M-I-S-T-R…” The word clicked in your head, and you looked at the little girl in shock. “Where did you learn that word?”

“There,” Kayla pointed at the bottom corner of the book with her small finger.

You quickly turned the book around to check the illustration. There, at the bottom, was a scribble of words written in black marker.

Friends? More like mistresses. LOL

“What the fuck?” you muttered under your breath.

This was one of the children’s books you brought from your department’s lounge, where they keep all materials used in class.

A chorus of oohs broke out around you at the sound of your mild exclamation.

“I mean, what the fuzz?” you hastily changed your choice of words, hoping the hospital staff didn’t hear what you just said. “What the fuzzballs.”

Luckily, the children giggled at that, immediately distracted when a boy named Jake decided to share the story about how he swallowed his cat’s fuzzballs and ended up in the hospital.

The storybook took you longer to finish reading as you made sure to check every page before showing the kids the illustrations. Thankfully, there wasn’t any more writing in the rest of the book. You covered the words with a Post-It before returning it to the lounge.

It happened again after a few weeks. You were reading a Dora the Explorer book to the children, and there it was, in the smack middle of the book, a sentence scribbled in the same scrawly, obnoxiously bolded handwriting.

“Can you find the chocolate tree?” you read before staring at the page in horror.

This chick is blind, FR.

The kids whispered, trying to understand what the handwriting meant.

“C-H-I-C-K…chick!” Carter, a red-haired boy, exclaimed loudly, proud of himself for being able to read it.

“There aren’t any chickens in Dora,” Kayla chastised him, shaking her head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“There is too,” he huffed, pressing a smudgy finger onto the page. “It says here! C-H-I-C-K. Chick.”

“Well, there’s only the big red hen. No chicks,” Kayla insisted, standing up to grab the book from your hands. The situation was about to get worse in a few seconds as you saw Carter’s face redden in frustration.

“Okay! That’s enough story time for today,” you quickly stood up, snapping the book shut. “Who wants to play Monopoly?”

“ME! ME! ME!” The kids screamed in excitement, forgetting the book altogether. It was a relief that kids forget about things so easily.

You, on the other hand, did not forget about this.

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“Someone keeps leaving nasty comments in the children's books,” you huffed, dropping the Dora book in front of your best friend, Chaeryeong.

You had found her sitting in front of one of the long tables, peacefully eating her lunch in your department’s lounge. The room was slightly crowded, filled with students doing their projects or chatting with each other before classes.

Narrowing her eyes at your rude entrance, Chaeryeong slowly took off her headphones and dropped her chopsticks.

“No hello beautiful?” she asked, rolling her eyes playfully. “Why are you reading children's books anyway? Are you seven years old or something?”

“I’m reading them for the kids at the hospital,” you said impatiently, flipping open to the page where the messy handwriting was located.

“See? This person keeps writing in these books! The kids keep reading them out!”

“This chick blind, for real?” Chaeryeong snickered after reading it aloud. “Well, this person has a good point. Dora IS blind as fuck.”

You huffed, annoyed at how unserious the raven-haired girl was. But before you could open your mouth, a soft chuckle came from the table next to yours. You turned your head to come face to face with the queen bee and the captain of the volleyball team, Huh Yunjin. She grinned at you as she casually leaned on her elbows, not hiding the fact that she was eavesdropping on your conversation as the rest of her friends were engrossed in another conversation.

“See? Even Yunjin unnie agrees,” Chaeryeong said, slyly bringing Yunjin into the conversation.

She knew about your little crush on the captain ever since freshman year. You were just too chicken to strike up a conversation with her, and she was flirty by default, breaking hearts left and right. You just didn’t want to go through the heartbreak, after seeing so many girls crying in the bathroom over her.

Your eyes met Yunjin’s chocolate ones, her bright gaze felt like it was penetrating your soul. People weren’t kidding about her beauty; she really was a sight to look at. You felt your face flush as her gaze never left yours.

“Yeah, she definitely needs to get herself some glasses,” Yunjin pushed her headband a bit higher to keep her orange hair out of her face. “But I support an unbothered queen.”

Yunjin let out a little laugh, her nose scrunching adorably. You couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized by the way her full lips pulled back to show her glistening white teeth.

“Stop being gay,” Chaeryeong whispered, nudging you with her legs to wake you out of the trance.

Huffing in embarrassment and annoyance, you grabbed the Dora book and the rest of your stuff and started to put them into your bag.

“Where are you going?” Chaeryeong asked.

You could see the volleyball captain staring at you from the corner of your eye, and your ears flushed a deeper red.

“I’m going to find someone who understands how serious this situation is,” you ignored the soft snickers coming from both of the girls and turned around to walk out of the lounge.

“Let me know if you found someone who managed to get that chick a pair of glasses,” Chaeryeong called from behind you, laughter in her voice.

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Cute. That was the first thing Yunjin thought when she saw you during the freshman orientation.

She was there to recruit people into the volleyball team when she noticed you, sitting in the second row, eyes barely open, mouth slightly agape as a few wisps of hair fell into your face when you started to doze off.

Ignoring the knowing looks of her teammates, she intentionally tried to get close to you, all but failing drastically. She ended up recruiting all of your close friends into the volleyball team, all but you. You were definitely not a land animal; that was all that Yunjin could say after watching you fall face-first onto the ground at any given chance.

But at least her efforts weren’t all gone to waste. Having recruited Chaeryeong and your roommate Yeji onto the team meant that she could see you in the bleachers in every game and often see you swing by during practice. Her delusional self convinced her that you were there to see her, but deep down she knew that you never even spared her a second glance.

Like today, you had once again rushed away from her as if she was the most menacing thing in the room, and you wanted nothing but to end the conversation with her. Was she really this scary? Or had you found out about her obsession with you?

“You should try to talk to her more, you know?” Chaeryeong said, raising her eyebrows as she watched her captain gaze after you leaving the room.

“Huh?” Yunjin quickly composed herself, leaning back in her chair. “With who?”

“Y/N. I know you like her.” The raven-haired girl said with a grin. “And I approve.”

“Pfft, I don’t even know her that well.” Yunjin whispered, lowering her voice to make sure her friends didn’t hear this conversation.

“I’m not Dora. I see how you look at her,” Chaeryeong pushed.

“I—I don’t look at her differently.”

Yunjin stood her ground, staring at Chaeryeong, ready to deny everything that came out of the younger girl’s mouth. But Chaeryeong wasn’t intimidated, shrugging nonchalantly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“She finds your jokes in the books funny. Don’t let her reaction fool you.”

Laughing at Yunjin’s expression, Chaeryeon added, “I know your ugly handwriting.”

With that, the slender girl slipped her bag onto her shoulder and stood up, smiling mischievously at the blushing captain in front of her.

“Can’t believe it took you two years to make a move.”

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Unconvincingly as it sounded, it really started with boredom.

Yunjin was alone in the student lounge last semester, skipping her least favorite class from Professor “Dead-Eye” Yoo and taking the liberty of finally having some alone time. Yunjin knew she was quite popular, being the captain and all, but sometimes she just wanted to go back to being that shy gamer girl she once was.

The lounge was deserted, and Yunjin flopped onto the sofa she sometimes saw you sitting on in the far-right corner. A couple of bookshelves were situated next to the sofa, completely filled with children’s books.

Scrunching her eyes in confusion about why there were so many books for kids when it was a university department lounge, Yunjin decided not to question it and got to read to kill time. But being attentive was not her strongest trait, so she soon relented to her immaturity and boredom.

Grabbing a sharpie from her bag, she started to leave dumb comments here and there in different books, as if she was the biggest book reviewer in the world. It was an immature and stupid thing to do, she knows. But at least it somehow managed to catch your attention, albeit months later.

God must’ve taken pity on her, watching her suffer through countless blind dates that her friends had arranged her to through her first two years of college, finally giving her the chance to know you better.

It was a few days after her encounter with you at the lounge with Chaeryeong, and she found you scribbling down in a brown notebook on the sofa next to the bookshelves again, this time alone. Deciding to brave herself just once, she took her breath and mustered all of her confidence before making her way towards you and flopped down onto the empty space next to you. She was going to take a chance and take Chaeyeong’s words as advice.

“Hey Y/N.” Yunjin gave you a boyish charming grin, her orange hair tousled perfectly across her leather jacket. She was effortlessly cool, and her sudden close proximity made your face heat up.

“Uh, hi, Yunjin-ssi.” You quickly bowed in respect.

“Please drop the honorifics.” The captain waved her hand, giving you a wink. “Just Yunjin is fine.”

You nodded, eyes flittering from Yunjin’s mesmerizing large ones to the record book in your hand. Unsure of what to do, you decided to awkwardly continue writing.

“What are you doing?” Yunjin slightly leaned towards you, her vanilla perfume invading your senses.

“Um... I-” You shook your head to gather your thoughts, “I’m keeping track of the books that were written on. We would have to replace them.”

“Ahh… the Dora book?”

“Yeah. I also found a new one this week, in the Ice Age books.”

“Really? What did it say?” Yunjin asked, trying to keep her face casual.

“It simply just wrote LIA next to Sid’s face.” You said, biting your lip to hold in your smile.

Yunjin, on the other hand, let out a booming laugh, enjoying the joke way too much.

“I’ll let Lia know she’s famous.” Yunjin said, after taking a few minutes to finally come down from her laughter.

Even though she was the one who wrote it, she still found it funny that her roommate, Lia, looked exactly like Sid the sloth when she was sleeping.

Trying to hide your grin, you said, “It’s not funny. The kids keep reading out the comments.”

The sight of your smiling made Yunjin’s heart soar. She was proud of herself for succeeding in making you smile, despite you not knowing it was her who left the comments. With this affirmation, Yunjin continued to make jokes with you as you talked for a bit. She would do anything to charm you, and she already had a plan hatched in her brain, something to do with your notebook.

“I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.” The captain squeezed your hand as she saw her friends calling for her.

You were disappointed to see her go, but you knew that she had better things to do than talk to you. She was, after all, one of the most popular and busiest students in your major.

“See you.” You muttered, ears red at the feeling of her hand on yours.

The captain walked towards the door, before turning back and raising her hand as a goodbye in a goofy boyish way that made your heart flutter.

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It happened again, but this time, it was in your record book. Again, in obnoxiously bolded and capitalized letters, the mystery person managed to annoy the hell out of you, but you couldn’t help but find a bit of amusement in them.

HI :)

They had written this in the smack middle of a new page in your notebook, wasting the entire page. Deciding to write back for the first time, you took out your pen and wrote a small line under their loud greeting.

Don’t write in my notebook :)

Thinking this was able to stop the culprit from writing anything else, you shut the book satisfied. Oh, how wrong you were.

The next day, you found a light pink post-it stuck on top of the original page.

BUT I WANT TO BE FRIENDS :(

Annoyed at the culprit, but also at yourself for finding them cute for using a post-it instead of just writing on your book.

No.

You wrote back, slightly hesitating before slamming shut the notebook altogether. Although intrigued and wanting to know who was behind the writing, it was probably best that you don’t encourage them.

“Getting ready to dive deep into another children’s book of yours?” A familiar voice broke you out of your thoughts.

Your heart couldn't help but lurch at the sight of the orange-haired captain smiling at you, her nose scrunched adorably.

“Yeah, any recommendations? I know you love these books.” You teased back, already comfortable with her presence.

Despite not really getting the chance to talk to her that much, she had this aura that made you feel calm and relaxed, as if you could trust her with anything.

“I’ll recommend one only if you read it to me.” Yunjin flirted easily, giving you a charming grin and wink.

Caught off guard at her response, your face turned a slight shade of pink. “I-”

“I’m just kidding, Y/N.” The taller girl laughed at your flustered state. “I used to read ‘The Jungle Book’ to my sister when she was a kid, and she loved it. Maybe the kids at the hospital would love it too.”

"You have a younger sister?” You asked. This was new information to you, but then again, you and Yunjin never really talked before this semester.

“Yeah, we have a really big age difference though. She’s 10 years younger than me.” Yunjin’s eyes glinted at the mention of her sister.

“She must be really happy to have you as a sister.”

���I hope so." Yunjin said with a sad smile, “I haven’t seen her in a couple of years. She’s still in the US with the rest of my family.”

“It must’ve been hard for you to move here all alone.” You hesitantly reached out your hand to squeeze the Captain’s forearm in comfort.

She gave you a grin at your touch, and your heart fluttered at how her eyes seem to twinkle whenever she met yours.

“I’m fine now.” She said, putting her other hand on top of yours. “I made a lot of friends, and also, I got the chance to meet you.”

The flirty queen-bee you knew was back. You cleared your throat to shake off the nerves she managed to give you and pulled back from the trance she pulled you into.

Quickly checking your watch as an excuse to avoid looking into her eyes again, you noticed it was almost five p.m., the time Chaeryeon left for practice.

“Don’t you have practice?” You asked.

“Nope.” Yunjin made a pop sound at the P, which you found adorable. “We have a game next week, so I gave the girls a two-day break.”

“You’ll be watching us, right?” She asked, her eyes hopeful.

You nodded, “I never missed a game. I’m Chaeryeon’s and Yeji’s number one fan.” You grinned, proud of yourself.

Yunjin merely pouted at this, “You should cheer for me sometime. I’m playing too, you know.” She nudged you.

You laughed, trying to shake off your nervousness at her blatant flirting. “You already have a lot of fangirls.”

Yunjin whined, begging, “I don’t know them, but I know you. None of my friends wear my number because they’re on the court with me.“

“I’ll think about it.“ you laughed at her antics. Although she was a year older than you, she managed to act like a little kid sometimes.

After talking (more like flirting on Yunjin’s side) for another while, Yunjin left to go to her part-time job at the diner, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The feeling she gave you messed up your thoughts, and you were worried that your old crush on her will be reignited.

She was just friendly. She thought of you as a friend. You convinced yourself. You needed to see her as a friend too, before you get your heart broken.

“Maybe I need other friends than Yunjin.“ you muttered to yourself before opening the notebook once more.

No.

You crossed out the word and wrote.

Fine. What’s your name?

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Turns out, the person behind the obnoxious block letters was worth talking to. You’ve been texting the mysterious person for the past few weeks, and they managed to entertain you and connect on a deeper level. Never getting a reply to their name, only with a doodle of a snake, you exchanged numbers without knowing each other's names, and it was better like that. To talk about your day anonymously.

You were, however, curious about the person behind the texts and writing. They were considerate, easy to talk to, and extremely funny. You honestly felt that you could be really good friends with them. From books to life goals, you could talk to them about anything and everything.

It was a bit unnerving how someone in your major knew all this about you, but at the same time, you felt that they were someone you could trust, and they felt the same way about you after sharing some of their family problems with you.

You noticed you were developing a sort of attachment to this person, as if they were your soulmate. You found yourself instantly texting back whenever the snake contact popped up on your phone, and when you were texting, you were re-reading your past conversations. They were a great way for you to get Yunjin off your mind, which you found to get harder every time she stopped by to say hello.

“You’re late, Shin.” Chaewon, the co-captain of the volleyball team, chastised a wind-swept Yuna as she slammed open the door to the locker room and hurried to change into her team uniform.

Yuna was the newest addition to the team and was also the cousin of Y/N. (As soon as Yunjin heard of this, she immediately treated Yuna with patience and additional care, not that she liked you or anything, just her showing affection to her juniors).

The volleyball team was getting ready for the final match before the semi-finals. They had an away game with a nearby school, and Yuna, being Yuna, had overslept and missed the bus to the game. Yuna quickly bowed her head in apology, and Chaewon simply patted her head in assurance and ushered everyone to warm up.

“What took you so long?” Yeji asked, “I thought Y/N said she would drive you instead.”

"She did. But it took her half an hour to get ready because she was busy giggling at her phone like a love-sick schoolgirl.” Yuna said, exasperation in her voice.

At that, Chaeryeon, who was standing near the two girls tying her hair, let out a laugh. “Yeah, she’s been doing that pretty often. She must have a crush or something.”

“You think so?” Eunchae, one of the tallest yet youngest players, chimed in, exposing the fact that she was eavesdropping.

“That’s new; I thought she would just end up being a single woman and adopt all of the kids in the hospital.” Yeji mused, happy that her roommate is finally interested in someone. Throughout the two years she lived with you, you seemed to show zero interest in love.

“Must be nice to be liked by unnie.” Eunchae said dreamily, causing the rest of the girls around her to fake gag and give a round of protest.

“Wish it was me instead.”

“Who are you dreaming about dating?” Yunjin suddenly appeared, wrapping her hands around the tall girl. “My baby manchae is off limits until she’s 40.”

The captain had returned from a quick discussion with their coach and had gone into the locker room to usher the girls out for warm-up.

“40? Do you want me to die single?” Eunchae furrowed her brows and pouted, “And besides, we were talking about Y/N unnie’s love life, not mine.“

“Y/N? What about Y/N?” Yunjin tried to ask nonchalantly, leading the girls out of the locker room.

“She has a crush on someone.” Chaeryeon said slyly, paying close attention to Yunjin’s reaction.

The orange-haired girl kept her face composed, but in reality, her heart was beating at the thought of you liking someone, that wasn’t her. A sense of hollowness and jealousy crept into her skin.

“That’s nice. Do you know who?”

The girls shrugged, and Yunjin decided not to push anymore. The way Chaeryeon looked at her was obvious enough to blow off her cover and reveal her affection towards you, and she was not keen on letting others know.

Putting on a smile so bright that could make any of the people in the crowd swoon, Yunjin tried to push back her thoughts and jealousy, waving to the people in the stand as the team entered the court.

Cheers came from all around her, cheering her name every time she sent the ball flying at deadly speed toward her rivals. She wasn’t called the Ace of SNU for nothing. Yet, as she scanned the crowds after every point earned, she hoped you would also be there yelling her name.

“Good game.” Chaeryeon whispered in Yunjin’s ear as they gathered together in a group hug to celebrate another victory.

The crowds were wild around them, chanting their names as they celebrated their ticket to the semi-finals.

“But you better step up your other game before it’s too late, captain.” The raven-haired girl gave Yunjin a grin before sauntering off to the stands, where you were hugging Yeji in celebration.

You were wearing Chaeryeon’s spare uniform, proudly displaying the Lee on your back, while waving a self-made Yeji and Yuna flag. You looked so cute with your hair in a ponytail, with two lines of blue drawn horizontally across your cheeks to represent SNU.

At that moment, Yunjin wished nothing more than to see you wearing her uniform instead.

She better step up her game.

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So…have you ever been in love before?

You were late at night studying in the school library a few days after the game when your phone buzzed, indicating a text message. It was from your mystery friend. 

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at their sudden question, before typing out a quick response. 

No, I don’t think so. Have you?

As their text bubble indicated typing, a full minute passed before their response came through.

No. 

Followed by another long pause. 

But I wish I did. 

Biting your lip in thought, you were unsure of what to make of this sudden confession from your friend. You were developing an attachment to them, which seemed foolish when you didn't even know what they looked like, let alone their name.

It was truly pathetic; the two people in college for whom you had feelings were the queen bee of the school, with a long line of admirers, and the other was some random faceless stranger about whom you knew everything and nothing.

What got you thinking about this? You typed back. 

A girl. But she has feelings for someone else. 

So your little mystery friend does have someone on their mind. You tried to push down your disappointment and the slight burn of rejection as you replied. 

Have you tried telling her how you feel about her?

No, I would probably scare her off or something. 

I’m sure you won’t. 

It took them another five minutes before they finally responded back. 

What about you? Is there anyone on your mind?

Yunjin, the fiery-haired girl, instantly came to mind. Recent interactions with her had given the impression of growing closeness. She took the time to chat with you in the student lounge, held your bag, walked you back to your dorm after study sessions, and even brought treats from the diner when her shift ended. Though it felt like more to you, the realization struck that she viewed you simply as a friend.

Yeah, this girl. But she sees me as a friend.

Yunjin's heart skipped a beat upon reading your reply. It confirmed Chaeryeon's statement – you had your eyes set on someone else. She pondered the possibilities, considering potential candidates. Was it the charming Shin Ryujin from the softball team? Perhaps someone from the hospital where you volunteered? Or could it be one of your close friends, like Chaeryeon or Yeji? The uncertainty left Yunjin feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Did you tell them how you feel?

No, I would probably scare them off or something. 

Despite her heartbreak, your text made her smile a bit. There you were again, teasing her by copying her sentence. 

I’m sure you won’t, pretty girl. 

How do you know if I’m pretty or not?

I just do. 

You couldn’t help but blush at their compliment. They always managed to say something earnestly that made your heart flutter, similar to the way Yunjin always seemed to have an effect on you. 

You should take this confidence and confess to the girl you like before it’s too late. What’s there to lose?

You have a valid point…

I’ll work on confessing to them before the end of the year, but only if you be my wingwoman. 

Your wingwoman? How? I don’t know anything about them. 

Just share with me the little things you like as advice. 

Deal. 

So…better start listing. 

Hmm, I’d say start with flowers. 

Oh, and little notes are pretty cute, too. 

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"The Ultimate Checklist to How to Get That Girl? Seriously?" Chaewon read over Yunjin's shoulder incredulously.

Flushing a deep red, the captain quickly slammed shut her notebook and pushed the short-haired girl away.

"Stop snooping!"

"You know you can just ask her out, right? Y/N." The shorter girl reached over to snatch the book from Yunjin, quickly scanning over the checklists.

Yunjin had managed to devise a checklist incorporating all the things you mentioned in your previous text conversations with her about your preference as her 'wingwoman’. She had compiled recommendations on what someone should do to win over someone's heart, hoping to win over yours. 

"I can't. She likes someone else." Yunjin said defeatedly, her shoulders sagging.

"Who can resist the Huh Yunjin charms? I'm pretty sure everyone would love to date you." Chaewon snorted, amused by how her seemingly always confident friend was so hung up on you. This was a first.

"Not Y/N."

Although teasing her friends was in her DNA, Chaewon couldn't help but feel bad for her friend. Yunjin looked lost (kind of like a kicked puppy, but she wasn't going to say that to her face), and as co-captain of the team, it was a rule that she would need to support their captain whenever they needed help.

"Find, I'll help you." Chaewon sighed, looking at the long list and preparing herself mentally. It was going to be a long few months.

"Let me call the girls for backup."

“Another gift from your secret admirer?” Yeji teased when she saw you enter the shared dorm with a tray of hot coffee.

You had just returned from the library, preparing for your final exams, and found yet another gift waiting in front of your door.

You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but your ears betrayed you by reddening. “There’s one for you.”

Yeji jumped up in excitement and went straight for the coffee, sighing contentedly as she sipped on it. “I’d just date them already.”

You had been receiving these little gifts for the past few weeks, and it was driving you crazy. Initially sweet, the mystery person never revealed themselves, making you suspicious of everyone. Additionally, you were concerned about how much they were spending on you. Although seemingly insignificant, the little gifts added up.

The first gift was a single rose and a typed note in front of your dorm room, a bit like a ransom note. The note included a cheesy pick-up line that you found endearing, despite yourself. Soon after came cute accessories, a new hair tie, and even a cute hippo plushie. Your admirer seemed to know a lot about you, even the things you lost. 

They gifted you things you had listed out to your mystery friend. Could your admirer and your friend possibly be the same person?

“Oh, by the way, Yunjin and the team are coming over to discuss our strategies for the championship game, is that okay?” Yeji mentioned casually, trying to hide her grin.

Chaewon had called her earlier, letting her in on Yunjin’s huge crush on you and the plan to sweep you off your feet.

Panic filled your eyes as you looked up from your phone. You were still dressed in your "bum outfit," as Yeji would call it, consisting of old sweatpants and an oversized Nike hoodie – definitely not presentable.

“What? When?” You quickly surveyed the room, noticing a small pile of clothes and rushing to stuff them in the laundry basket.

“In about…”

Knock, knock, knock.

“Now.”

At that moment, you pulled your hair out of its messy bun and ran your fingers through it in a rush. Leave it to Yeji to embarrass you in front of Yunjin.

Before Yeji could open the door, it was slammed open, revealing a snow-covered Chaeryeon with her cheshire grin, followed by Chaewon, Lia, Yuna, and Yunjin. Your eyes met hers, and you got lost once again in her warm brown hues.

She looked particularly good today, with her fiery orange hair tucked into a gray woolen hat and dressed in a red leather jacket. She gave you a toothy smile before closing the door behind her.

“Hey, stranger, it’s been a while,” Yunjin said, pulling you into a hug, engulfing you in her sweet lavender perfume. “I missed you.”

You immediately blushed at this, still not used to her flirty nature.

“We had lunch together last Saturday.”

“Yeah, three days is way too long,” she sighed dramatically, her arms still wrapped around your shoulders. Her eyes scanned your features, as if she was trying to memorize every freckle and blemish.

“If you two are done flirting, we would like to start discussing tactics,” Chaewon said, her lips curled into a teasing smile as she saw Yunjin immediately pull her arm off of yours and turn beet red in embarrassment.

“I…” Yunjin muttered, before giving up coming up with an explanation and plopped down onto the sofa.

You busied yourself with schoolwork as the girls squeezed into the makeshift living room and focused on their strategy plan for the upcoming games. You watched them with adoration; it wasn’t often that you saw them together except for their games, and you loved how sweet their dynamic was. Chaewon was the one who kept everyone focused, Lia and Yeji were the encouraging ones, and Yunjin was the planner. She led the gameplays and tactics, ensuring everything was on track. The older girls also babied Yuna and Chaeryeon, making sure they understood everything.

You didn’t know Chaewon and Lia that well; they were Yunjin’s friends. Still, you could tell that they were just as sweet and caring as the captain was. However, you couldn’t help but think of the comment your mystery friend left in the Ice Age book whenever you looked at Lia. She did look a bit like a sloth, but the cutest one ever.

Hence, you decided to text your mystery friend.

Lia does kind of look like a sloth. But cuter. 

As you sent out the text, a small buzz came from the living room. 

Cuter as in your type?

No. But you did her dirty by writing her name next to Sid. 

Another buzz. You furrowed your brows and looked toward the direction of the living room. 

Who IS your type then?

Someone funny, I guess. Goofy but smart. 

Buzz. It felt too coincidental. Your palms started sweating at the thought that you might finally discover who was behind those texts that accompanied you through long nights and motivated you.

Hmm…is there someone like that in our school?

Yeah, there is. 

As soon as you sent out a text, another buzz came from the living room. At that moment, you were convinced that your friend was one of the girls in the room.

Is it the person you mentioned you liked?

You silently leaned forward on your bed to peek at the girls obscured by the sofa, lying on their stomachs in front of a strategy board. You froze at the sight of Yunjin biting her full lip and looking at her phone, engrossed in whatever she was reading. The rest of the girls were talking with each other, none of them looking at their phones. 

Could it possibly be the orange-haired girl all along? The girl you've been texting about was the one receiving your texts. If they were Yunjin, then she would possibly be the one sending you your gifts.

The pounding in your heart was so loud, engulfing you in erratic thumps. You couldn’t even hear the girls talking; all you could focus on was the possibility that Yunjin was the person behind the texts. 

Deciding to leap in faith just this once, you texted back.

Yes. The captain of the volleyball team, do you know her?

Another buzz followed by the screen of Yunjin’s phone was enough to prove that she was indeed the person all along. Eyes scanning through the sentence you sent to her, Yunjin’s brown eyes widened, and she immediately threw her phone to the side, covering her face with her arms. She let out a muffled scream and kicked her legs in excitement, startling the rest of the girls.

You couldn't help but laugh at her adorableness. Putting on your headphones, you pretended to be studying while trying to calm your erratic heart. Muffled shouts and laughter could be heard from the girls, probably picking on their captain.

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For the first time in her life, it seemed that fate had taken favor in Yunjin. Having dedicated all of her time to school and volleyball, she never had the privilege of starting a relationship with someone. Volleyball itself took up most of her time, with her parents and her personal coach insisting on her becoming the best player in the league and eventually joining the national team of South Korea. She wasn’t unhappy with her life, but she wouldn’t call herself happy.

Sure, her friends set her up on several blind dates, but she never liked them enough to want something more. She was only interested in being the best at volleyball and being the best captain for the girls, nothing more.

That was, until, she met you.

She was enamored by you right from the start, with your shy smile and soft features. She wanted nothing more than to get to know you. After finally getting the chance to talk to you after two years, she had fallen for you, deep. All those late-night talks through text made her understand that you were more than a mere crush, more than any of the girls on those blind dates. The way you viewed the world made her want to become something more to you. She wanted to be included in your world.

Life started to mean more than just volleyball, and she noticed that you made her happy, actually happy. 

She hoped that you would give her the chance to do the same for you. Now, with the revelation that the person she worried so much about you liking was her, she was beyond the moon. She just hoped you wouldn’t be disappointed that she was the one behind the texts.

It was the Saturday after the eventful day, and Yunjin was nervous. She blamed it on the finals game they had tomorrow, but in reality, it was the first time she was alone with you after knowing that you liked her.

After running to you during her lunch break from her shift at the diner two months ago, she had established a weekly routine of getting lunch with you every Saturday. The diner she worked at was near the hospital she volunteered at, so grabbing lunch together before visiting the kids was another highlight of your week.

"Did something happen?" You asked as you sat across the captain.

You had arrived at the booth a while ago, and the captain hadn’t said much but to order. She was fidgeting with the straw of her iced coffee, bending it over repeatedly as she looked at anywhere but you.

"What? No!" Yunjin’s eyes flitted to yours, before quickly looking away again.

"Nothing’s wrong."

"Then how come you’re avoiding me?" You asked, slightly pouting.

Yunjin nearly kissed you on the spot at the sight of you pouting cutely.

She had been refusing to meet your eyes because she knew that the second she did, all defenses would fall, and she would just confess her love to you. It has been like that for the last few days, ever since she knew that you liked her back; she wanted nothing more than to have you in her arms. But she hadn’t thought of a plan on how to ask you out yet; she also had to confess to you that she was the one behind the texts. This scared her, worried that you would hate her for lying to you about not knowing who you were.

"I-I’m not." Yunjin stuttered, still refusing to look at you in the eye.

Before you could reply, the waitress brought over your food. You always got the same thing, blueberry pancakes with scrambled eggs on the side, while Yunjin always had her protein lunch filled with eggs, chicken, and tofu. It didn’t really look good, but Yunjin made sure her body was in the best shape for volleyball.

Today’s meal was slightly different. The waitress had also brought in a plate with two gingerbread cookies, both with cute red buttons and frosty smiles.

"We give out gingerbread cookies to our customers every year around Christmas time," the waitress explained, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "Enjoy!"

Yunjin watched you from the corner of her eyes as you excitedly took a few photos of the cookies.

"Look Yunjinnie, they’re holding hands!"

Yunjin wished she could hold hands with you.

"This one looks more like you." You giggled, moving the plate forward to show her.

The restaurant workers seemingly did not put their heart into decoration because the one you insisted that looked like Yunjin had lopsided eyes and a way out of proportion mouth, so wide that it went higher than the eyes.

"Are you saying I look ugly?" She said, pretending to be offended.

"What? No!" You interjected, blushing a deep red and pulling back the plate to inspect the cookies. "I meant that you always have a big smile like this, meeting your eyes."

That’s because I only smile like this when I’m with you, Yunjin thought.

"Here, try one." You broke the cookies apart and raised one of the cookies towards Yunjin’s face.

"I can’t. I have to stay in shape for tomorrow's game." Yunjin was taken aback at your forwardness. She was normally the one flirting, and you were the shy one. It seems that the roles have reversed today.

"C’mon. Just one bite wouldn’t hurt." You wheedled. "Please?"

Yunjin’s eyes finally met yours. Big mistake.

Your eyes, every so bright, were staring at her pleadingly, with a hint of something that Yunjin couldn't quite put a finger on. Was it affection? Adoration?

Nevertheless, the captain immediately gave in and took a bite of the cookie in your hands. She would always do anything for you.

"It’s…It’s good." Yunjin managed to say, her gaze still locked with yours.

You let out a satisfied grin and brought the same cookie to your lips, pausing slightly before taking a bite.

Yunjin’s brain went into a full system shutdown. YOU JUST ATE THE COOKIE SHE HAD. IT WAS AN INDIRECT KISS. I REPEAT. INDIRECT KISS.

“Mhmmm… It’s so good. Tastes like Christmas.” You said, finally breaking eye contact and looking at the rest of the cookies in front of you.

“It’s almost the end of the year.” You said softly, before looking up again at the flustered girl.

End of the year.

Yunjin’s heart went into rapid speed, and her blood went cold. Could you have possibly known that she was the one texting you? How else would you know the importance of the end of the year to her? She had promised you that she would confess to her crush before the end of the year if only you would become her wingwoman.

Shaking her head slightly to push out the possibility, she tried to forget about her ‘delusions’. You didn’t know. There was no way.

Thankfully, you changed the topic to her games tomorrow, saving her from embarrassing herself.

“Will you be at the game tomorrow?” Yunjin asked as she walked you to the hospital after lunch.

“Of course.” You said, gently holding onto her arm to keep yourself from slipping on the icy roads. (Yunjin’s heart still stuttered whenever you did that).

“I never miss a game, remember?”

“Will you-Will you be cheering for me?” Yunjin asked hesitantly.

“Hmm? I always cheer for you girls, pabo.” You laughed, nudging the taller girl.

“No, I mean,” Yunjin looked at your hands clutching tightly on her arm. Deciding to brave herself for the first time today, she asked, “Will you wear my number?”

She watched as your cheeks turn pink at her words.

“I don’t know…you have quite a lot of fangirls already.” You answered, hitting both of you with déjà vu.

“But none of them are you.” The orange-haired girl stopped walking, gently pulling you around to look at her.

To say you were in deep was an understatement. You had fallen hard for the captain, in love even. Her beauty and confidence were what had drawn you to her at first, but after getting to really know her through those texts, you had started to fall in love with her. Her mind, the way she thought, and her endless patience… she was something that was too good to be true.

“What are you trying to say?” You asked, searching her eyes for any hint of hesitation. You found none, only determination and softness in those honey-brown hues.

“I’m saying…” Yunjin paused, composing herself before she stared back into your eyes, “I like you, Y/N, a lot.”

“And it would be nice if I can take you out on a date.” She continued, her eyes gleaming hopefully.

“But only if you want to.” She hastily added.

You laughed at the last sentence. She was always so considerate, worried that she would be doing something without your consent. And that was what you loved about her.

“I would love to.” You said, before standing on your tiptoes to kiss the tip of her frozen nose. Yunjin froze at the feeling of your soft lips on her skin.

“But only if you win the game tomorrow.”

Yunjin let out a sigh of relief before gently wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you closer. All those sleepless nights dreaming of you were worth it.

“Easy.”

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As the captain got ready for bed, a familiar buzz came from her phone. It was from you.

I better see your jersey in front of my door tomorrow, Huh Yunjin.

Yunjin let out a scream, scaring Lia, who was already passed out, and causing her to fall off her own bed.

"What the hell?" Lia groaned from the floor, looking up at her roommate.

"She knows it’s me. And she’s okay with it!" Yunjin said, giggling like a schoolgirl and dancing around. "She likes me back!"

Sighing, Lia slowly dragged herself up from the floor and laid horizontally back on her bed, too tired to crawl back under the covers.

"Go to bed, Yunjin."

Giggling to herself, the captain quickly texted you goodnight, receiving another sweet message from you.

As she went to turn off the lights, she looked at her roommate, sleeping with her mouth open and dressed in her greenish-grey fuzzy pajamas.

Lia did indeed look like a sloth. A cute one.

“Why does Yunjin-unnie have a sunburn?” Eunchae whispered, not so quietly.

“That’s not a sunburn, that’s the glow of love, manchae.” Yeji laughed, patting the taller girl’s head affectionately.

“Love? What?” Eunchae furrowed her brows, clearly out of the loop.

"Someone in the stands is rocking her jersey," Chaeryeon added, grinning mischievously, despite Yunjin shooting her a disapproving look as they continued warming up for the game.

“One-third of the crowd is wearing her number,” Eunchae whined, scanning the crowd again for Yunjin’s possible lover.

You waved shyly to the girls (mostly to Yunjin) as you moved to sit on the bleachers with your friends. You had found a box containing Yunjin’s jersey and a light blue bandana, along with a single rose in front of your dorm room when you woke up in the morning.

You had put on the jersey and decided to tie your hair with the silky bandana, and adding a dash of sparkling highlighter. You wanted to look your best for the captain.

Unable to resist herself, Yunjin made her way towards the railings near the bleachers, ignoring the teasing hoots coming from her members. You walked down a few levels to meet her at the other side of the railing.

“Hi,” she said cutely, her eyes sparkling in happiness as she checked you out. You looked so good in her jersey.

“Hi, Yunjinnie.”

“You look good.” She bit her lip and reached over to hold your hands in hers.

“You better win this game, Yunjin. I’m looking forward to our date.”

“Of course. I play better when I’m in a good mood.” Yunjin leaned over and pressed her lips on your forehead.

“And you make me happy.”

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“Aw man...” Eunchae said sadly, watching her captain and you cuddling up together. “I wanted to date Y/N-unnie.”

“You’re too young for dating, Hong Eunchae.” The rest of the girls said in unison, before grabbing the maknae away from the scene.

It's a long one!

A bit of fluff for Christmas :)

Thoughts?

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Logan trying to comfort Kurt's guilt.

It's a full moon. For the others, it's a pretty normal night. This isn't to say that they don't give it a second thought, or a tenth, but Kurt takes it upon himslef to find out the names of every single person that dosn't make it during their missions.

While most, Like Logan, would rather forget, Kurt had another job to do. It's his duty to make sure these lost and scared souls find heaven.

Walking up to the nearest church, Logan grunts, already halfway through his bottle since they've returned. He hears whispering. Small prayers that he's heard all before whether when muttered on the field or heard through the walls, his rosery intertwined between his 6 fingers, gripping it as if someone would rip it from him.

"I thought you'd be here.." he mutters.

Kurt doesn't answer him. But there he is, on his knees in front of a statue of Mary, tears soaking the fur on his face, hands together. The way the moonlight is coming in, it hits him in a way that makes him look ethereal. Like a blessing from above from the man himself. If only Logan believed in that kind of thing.

It was so ironic that someone so innocent, pure, and beautiful actively visited hell. Perhaps this was why. For he's seen what goes on and has chosen that he's seen enough.

Letting out a big sigh, He comes to crouch next to him, taking a swig of his bottle as he picks up the list. He wants to crumble it up or perhaps shred it, the handwritten swoopy german being nothing but a reminder of how much he failed too. Hero's weren't supposed to let people get hurt. Especially not almost a dozen.. 11 lives ruined. 11 loved ones ripped from their families grasp. And all because they weren't good enough.

Finishing his whispers, he goes to grab the page but Logan had already picked it up. Kurt looks at him with those big black hole eyes of his, almost begging him not to ruin his list, but he dosn't grab for it. He lets his friend look over it only to shove his head back again, drinking for a few seconds think.

"...Emily Stripe..." He read, shifting to actually sit his ass on the concrete step, grunting as he let his arms hang over his knees. "Jessica Stripe...Are they sisters?" He asks the praying man, begging for forgiveness and to help serve these innocent souls towards the stairs and the gates.

More tears fall down his face each couple of words. In the end, he bows his head and doesn't bother looking at him, his eyes glistening in the light. "They were..."

Logan offers him the bottle, and without hesitation, he takes it, starting to chug a quarter of it. "Woah woah! Elfs can't handle that much, ya'know!" He says, and Kurt mumbles something along the lines that he's German, alchool is in his viens from birth.

Taking the bottle back, He shakes it around, Giving a playful glare now it was almost gone. Putting it to the side, he wraps an arm over his shoulder, Kurt's tail wrapping around his waist as well. For a bit, they were just two guys, silently mourning the casualties of what it was like to have constant city villans at hand.

"...It ain't your fault, Fuzzball... or should I say buzzball. You okay there, Mr. Blue?"

"I.....I was so sure I could have saved them.."

"Not your fault, Bub."

"..But what if it is..? If I was just.. a bit better.. I could have saved them."

"Yeah... well, if it's your fault, it's mine too."

Kurt lays his head on his shoulder, wiping his face on his arm. Logan doesn't actually mind, but he knows he wants to play. "Augh! Did you just wipe snot on me!?"

Kurt smiles softly and says something Logan doesn't recognize.

It could be a million things, but deep down, he has a feeling of what it might be.

"Yeah, yeah.. whatever." Pulling him close he headlocks him to his chest and rubs his fist over his head, making Kurt whine and squirm. "Ah! Nein!"

"That's what you get for rubbing snot all over me!"

He scoffs, saying something else, but Logan only catches the end of it.

"Du bist vild, mein freund"

He remembered another scrawny german who said the same. Swallowing, he lets go, letting him lay against him.

"...You really shouldn't be smoking in here." He muttered after some time of them sitting, taking this time to make sure that the people on this list were not fotgotten.

Logan smirks, blowing some smoke into his face as he coughs drimatically and waves his hands infront of his face with a smile.

[pastelwitchling]

Hiya Rin, I'm in love with all your Malex stories and re-read them constantly. I can't wait to read more of Numb when the next chapter is out ❤️❤️

If you would, could you give us more of Daffodil and Potato, I absolutely love them.

Wishing you a Ramadan Mubarak. Xx

@cu-sidhe13

***

Alex woke to shuffling somewhere inside the house. He lifted his head from where it rested on Michael’s chest, alarm instinctively surging throughout his body at the idea of someone in their home, someone here to hurt his Michael –

“Shh,” Michael’s soft voice came at once, his hands sliding into Alex’s hair. “Calm down, baby, it’s just the demonic fur babies.”

With anyone else, Alex would’ve needed to confirm for himself, but he knew Michael would never let anything touch him, so the fear immediately seeped out of him and he melted back down against his chest. Michael chuckled, running a hand down his back.

“They’re not demonic,” he murmured sleepily. A pause, then, “Well, Potato isn’t.”

Michael kissed the top of his head. “You know, if you scooch off me, I can go see what’s wrong.”

Alex grumbled, hugging Michael’s waist and moving halfway on top of them. “They’re fine, don’t move.”

Michael’s chest rumbled against Alex’s ear with his laughter. “Wow, you’re so obsessed with me.”

Alex buried his face deeper into Michael’s chest, breathing him in. “Yes. Very obsessed. I have the sexiest husband in the world, and I love him more than anything, how could I not be obsessed?”

He felt Michael’s smile widen against his crown, his hold on Alex tightening and tightening until Alex couldn’t breathe.

“Want me to let you go?”

“No,” Alex mumbled against Michael’s neck.

“Good.”

More shuffling sounded somewhere inside, like a guitar case being knocked over.

“That’s your cat,” Michael said.

“Oh,” Alex laughed sleepily, “my cat, huh?”

“I’ll take responsibility for Po, but Daffy’s yours.”

“I see,” Alex said, “so it’s your fault that he chewed up my music sheets from Forrest last week?”

Michael squeezed him even tighter and growled, “My pug has good taste.”

Alex hummed, smile widening. “Or he knows how to follow orders.”

Michael scoffed, but just hugged him tighter without a word. Alex chuckled and managed one kiss to Michael's pec before a bark and angry meowing sounded.

“Okay,” Alex started to push himself up again, “now I really do need to check on them.”

“No need,” Michael said, as right then, Daffodil and Potato came running in, Potato barking after the furball kitten. They were both getting bigger, but Daffodil still only barely made it onto the bed with her three legs while Potato ran around it, barking madly.

Daffodil ran right for the blanket and hid under Alex’s stomach before turning to Potato and hissing, swiping her claw at him. He barked happily, his tail wagging.

“He’s just playing with you,” Michael sighed, scratching between Daffodil’s ears, “you grouchy fuzzball.”

Daffy didn’t acknowledge Michael’s head scratches, her eyes fixed intently on Po, as though worried that if she looked away for a second, he would find his way onto the bed and try to smother her with kisses. Again.

“She doesn’t like games,” Alex smiled, poking her nose until she stopped arching her back and her fur settled. “Do you, my little demon?”

Daffy caught Alex’s finger between her teeth for seconds before she let go and licked the wounds. Alex, undeterred, continued petting her when she pushed her head into his palm.

Michael hummed, reaching over the bed to pet Po. “So a lot like you, then.”

Alex snickered. “Please. I would’ve married you when we were seventeen if you’d asked me to.”

“Don’t say that,” Michael groaned. “It really depresses me to think of all that wasted time, Alex.”

Alex’s smile softened against Michael’s hip. “Wow,” he murmured, “you’re so obsessed with me.”

“Yes,” Michael said without missing a beat, even as Daffodil glared, exasperated, at the still happy and waiting Potato. “Very obsessed.”

***

Happy Malex Monday ❤️

I wanted to let you guys know that next week's malex monday might be late. I won't be in the country, and so posting will be a little difficult. I will do my best to save a draft so that I can publish the fic on Monday, but if it doesn't come, then it hopefully will just a few days later ❤️

[ask-the-abomination]

"H-Hey, whoa, wait a minute! We're not here to cause trouble, I promise!"

Angel quickly assures the duo and backs up a few paces as the strange Sylveon brandishes a flaming scythe, hoping to deescalate the situation before it potentially turns violent. It's clear that the sudden and blatant show of aggression has startled them, their long ears pinning back against their head.

"Um..." comes a meek voice from behind Angel, belonging to a Vulpix, who cautiously steps forward.

"We're sorry for startling you...m-my name is Kenina, and this is my partner, Angel," Kenina introduces, her tone voice gentle and her expression concerned, although there is an obvious flicker of nervousness in her demeanor, too. But considering the reaction their initial approach earned, she can hardly be blamed for that.

"You two are being pursued, aren't you? If that's the case, we would like to help you, i-if you will let us..."

"Yeah! We're an Exploration Team, and helping other Pokemon trouble is part of what we do!"

The duo would glance at each other and back at the two smaller Pokemon. Both Vincent and Sabor would wield a very perplexed expression.

"Exploration..."

"T-Team?".

Neither have heard such a term before. Is this suppose to be something that could be beneficial and aide them through their troubles? Or, would it be something that could be absolutely detrimental and lead them to the dangers that neither seek? While the answer is there, with the two vulpines offering to lend a paw to help with their situation, both Vincent and Sabor would remain cautious of the matter. As much as aide feels like a god sent to have right now, it feels rather off to suddenly have someone openly willing to help two strangers. Two not so pleasantly looking bigger, strange creatures.

"... So what is it that you two want?..". Sabor spoke blatantly. "Clearly there is something you two want in exchange for helping us. So... What is it? Money? Food? Or you want us to do something in turn?" Vincent head would look between, going back and forth from Sabor to Kenina and Angel. While he believes that the two smaller Pokemon doesn't seem to hold any ill-intent, base on their postures and tone of voices, he is more leaning towards Sabor's point. In their eyes, help doesn't seem quite possible. At least, not for free. In their eyes, help is only possible if something is presented in exchange.

"U-Um..." Vincent would nervously speak up. Despite on how he feels of the matter, he still wishes to say something. "S-Say you were to help... What could you possibly do? A-Are you, erm, capable of keeping the Houndooms away permanently? O-Or s-somehow have the white coats off our backs? Do either of you have a p-plan to keep us safe?.." "A-And if you, Kenina and Angel, were able to succeed, what do you even want from us in return? It... Just sounds too good to be true for you little guys to help us strangers for nothing..."

"Dude, you're seriously not entertaining this. These what-you-mc-call-it team of fuzzballs are seriously not going to just settle our problems just like that. We both know that they'll just get themselves mulled, the very moment they dare take a step and hassle with those idiotic Houndooms."

"T-That wasn't what I was going for..." His tone dialed down, as his insides begun to whirl around. The feeling of guilt and nervousness spun throughout his inner body. "I-I-I just w-wanted to know what plans they have, i-if they do want to help us... I didn't say that I was open to the idea of letting them go and do whatever to help us. They... They seem to mean well. And I don't want Kenina and Angel to put themselves in harms way, because of us--Because of me..."

His red orbs would drift towards the direction of the vulpines. His voice shaken, as he spoke directly to the two. "I'm really, really sorry... You two seem like kind Pokemon. But... E-Even if your offer of help is strangely genuine, I-I can't let you two be put in harms way... I don't want to be the one t-to have another be killed..."

"..."

"... Our only best option is to continue to run... To find a new place to hide. I-I don't want the safety o-of others to be disrupted and damaged because of me... I-I'm sorry...." { Answer for @askteamsunshine }

[that-one-paintbrush]

Y'know what? Let's spook the little fuzzball with this hunk a' junk together. It'll build a bit of character!

Wait, what was that-? I was dealing with the scam cal-

What's that?

Is that the-.. the chainsaw?!

YOU!! Keep that AWAY from her!

M!A: spam scam calls (10/10) (complete)

[genshin-obsessed]

hiiii can i please ask for wanderer x gn! reader who loves animals so much... like whenever they see an animal they just admire it for some time... and are just really happy around them? thank you :3

Hiya! I hope you like this! I tried to make it a little comedic ^w^

➺ Character: Wanderer ➺ Length: 643 ➺ Genre: Fluff!

Animal Lover

“Aww! Isn’t she cute?!” You squealed, looking back at your boyfriend who stood a good ten feet from you, arms crossed, a frown on his face.

“(y/n), get away from her. You don’t know where she’s been.” (w/n) said, clearly unhappy with you hugging the small fox that had seemingly come out of nowhere.

“Oh, come on! She’s so friendly!” You chirped, squishing the rather tolerant fox against your chest. (W/n) recoiled in horror at your actions and almost wanted to free the damned animal from you.

“It could have rabies!”

“She doesn’t have rabies! Or fleas or ticks, she’s fine!”

“I don’t remember you being an animal doctor.” He recalled sarcastically, placing a hand on his hip. You rolled your eyes at his words, holding back laughter in an attempt to not annoy him.

“Animal doctor? You mean a veterinarian?”

“Whatever. Let go of the beast, (y/n).” He said as he stared at you to which you shook your head.

“No way! She’s so nice! Wanna hug her?”

“Absolutely not.” He said as he took a step back- putting even more distance between you two. “Can we go? I don’t know if you remember, but we were on a date.” 

“Oh right! But we can go on a date anytime! You don’t always run into a fox!”

“I don’t know, you seem to be a magnet for them- or any animal, really.” You giggled and set him a pout.

“How can you say no to an adorable face like this?” You asked as you turned the fox to look at (w/n), who didn’t budge at all.

“Date, (y/n).”

“Only if you pet her!” You bargained to which his eyes widened in shock.

“The hell?! I came before that damned thing. My date first.”

“That’s rather demanding of you.” You said with a frown, hugging the poor animal again. “He’s so mean, isn’t he? Why don’t you and I go hangout by ourselves? We’ll have more fun.”

“I”m literally your boyfriend- you’re selling me out to a fuzzball?” He asked, flabbergasted.

“She’s an adorable fuzzball!”

“I can- and have probably been- cuter than her at some point. You always gush at things I say, so clearly I’m the winner here.”

“Are you jealous of the fox, (w/n)?” You asked with a sly smirk, making him scoff.

“W-wha- NO! What the hell do I have to be jealous of? I get to sleep with you every single night- that thing can be hugged by you for ten minutes at least. And why would I be insecure of a fox?”

“Well, you seem pretty defensive to me.” You replied as you finally let go of the fox and stood up. “Ah, don’t worry! You’ll be my number one at the end of the day!”

“Yeah, I better be.” (W/n) said as he turned away. All jokes aside, he was happy these little critters brought you so much joy. He- himself- had caused you a lot of problems, so to have some cute little fuzzy-faced little… things to make you feel better, wasn’t so bad. But he did have to admit, the way you’d just stop and start admiring those little things irked him a little. It didn’t matter what time of day- or what activity- even on dates! You’d just stop listening to him and start staring at a squirrel that just wanted to live in peace.

Ah… but they made you happy. So he was inclined to just not pay attention to them. As far as (w/n) was concerned… every fuzzy creature was lucky to have you on their side. If you weren’t such a fan of them, he’d be chasing them off for attracting so much of your attention when he was right here.

And why would you ever think he was jealous?

[grokebaby]

[RELATED TO THIS]

Ev:.. uhm..m... N-nice picture, A. Cola.. It seems even people like you start out as.. Small, and ordinary.

Mew: Oh-ah, thank nya Villy! But this isn't actually a photo of me, it's of my kids! When they were little tiny fuzzbals of course :3

Ev: your..... What?

Ev: You have Kids? How??! Did you make them??

Mew: Do you.. Want me to have that talk with you?

Ev: No.................... maybe?(??)

[kradogsrats]

anyway I entered some kind of MILF-induced fugue state and when I came to, I'd written this???

1500-ish words, rated M for suggestiveness and predatory behavior toward a minor (but no actual sexual content, implied or otherwise), TL;DR Rayla arrives in Scumport and Redfeather sees opportunity. To seduce her. Just to be clear, Redfeather wants to seduce Rayla. That's the fic.

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The girl is young and pale and soft, sweet as moonberries and more naive than an orphan adoraburr. She and the weird little pet perched on her shoulder enter Scumport like newborn deer wandering into a cave of banthers, and Redfeather knows she'll have her wrapped around her fingers in minutes.

Rayla, as she's called, turns out to not have the sense to leave her name or the distinctive indigo slashes on her face behind with the ship that brought her. She's after information on a human, a dark mage, which Redfeather already knew from her clumsy performance in the market. Her chase seems to be personal—always the best kind—but she has nothing to offer in her search for leads. Everything in Scumport costs, usually more than the buyer expects.

She also carries her Ghosting like a wound, open and festering. Redfeather picks at it delicately, drawing out enough pain to make the girl seek comfort, then dangling enough familiarity to have her reaching instinctively toward a friend.

It's almost a shame, what Scumport will do to her—this sweet little Rayla. She'll come out better for it, though. She'll learn.

Maybe Redfeather will get to teach her.

Either way, it's an opportunity she can't pass up. She drops the hints that she may know something—which maybe she does, maybe she doesn't—and that she's willing to trade some kind of work for it. A favor.

"I'll do it," Rayla says, barely hesitating. Her pet chitters unhappily. "Tell me what you want."

"Just a little job," Redfeather replies dismissively. "I'm hungry, and I bet you are, too—come on, I'll fill you in on the details while we eat." She doesn't wait for Rayla to agree, just saunters out into the street in the direction of the nearest tavern and expects her to follow. She does, of course.

The tavern is just starting to fill up for dinner, and Redfeather elbows her way to the counter to buy a bowl of fish chowder for Rayla and tankards of ale for both of them before claiming a secluded corner table. Slowly, bit by bit, Rayla relaxes and eats, feeding the occasional tidbit to her pet. She listens and nods while Redfeather amiably runs her mouth about anything and nothing, somehow never quite getting around to talking about the job.

Long after the meal is finished, and the little four-armed fuzzball has curled up to sleep in the hood of Rayla's cloak, Redfeather finally falls silent. She raises her tankard to drink, gazing over the rim with half-lidded eyes unabashedly focused on Rayla's soft mouth. Rayla sees her looking and glances quickly away, eyes wide. Redfeather watches her swallow and smiles into her tankard.

"So who are they?" she asks casually, sensing that the time is right. "The person you left behind?"

Caught by surprise, Rayla pales, then blushes like roses blossoming under the shadow of knifeblades. "I don't know what you're talking about," she says, thoroughly unconvincing.

"Come on," Redfeather teases, as if they've been friends from girlhood. "It's all over you. Who turned your pretty head so far you can't look forward for looking back? A girl? A boy?"

Rayla's blush deepens, and she actually lifts her own tankard and drinks deeply from it in an effort to hide her face. It's certainly not because she wants the drink—Redfeather pretended not to see the face she made earlier, when she took a first, tentative sip. "It's not like that," she grumbles into tankard's depths.

"Not like what?" Redfeather pushes—still playful, still light, but always poking, poking, poking at the edges of that wound. "Are they a childhood sweetheart? Ooh, or maybe a forbidden lover? An assassination target whose charms compelled you to spare them?"

"I said it's not like that!" Rayla snaps, abruptly bristling. She sets her tankard down a little too hard. "Anyway, he's—he's behind me, now. Like you said. I can't stay hung up on looking back."

Redfeather drops her teasing facade, becoming serious. Wistful, even. "I'll drink to that," she says solemnly, clinking her tankard lightly against Rayla's. She manages not to smile when Rayla visibly softens, those big, lavender eyes drawn to her by the tiny hint of vulnerability.

She doesn't say any more, and Rayla doesn't ask. The silence stretches, thick with longing, and she finds herself almost reluctant to break it.

Then, as if on cue, a fight breaks out at the bar—a pair of the burly Tidebound elf dockworkers shoving each other while their friends circle loosely around them, reaching surreptitiously for bottles or knives. Redfeather leans closer to Rayla, jerking her head in their direction. "Let's get out of here before that little party spreads too far. It's not the kind you want to wind up involved in."

Rayla agrees quickly, and her eyes stay warily on the developing fight as they move toward the door—she doesn't even notice when Redfeather lifts the two pretty little blades from her back and tucks them away beneath her own sash, nor does her sleeping pet offer any warning. All too easy.

Outside, it's already dark. The moon has risen, its light prickling on Redfeather's bare skin, and she stretches languidly, hands linked high over her head as she bends side to side with a satisfied groan. Rayla's gaze stutters over the planes of her naked abdomen, and she doesn't stop the smile that curls onto her face at the obvious attention.

"So, I'm betting you also don't have anywhere to stay," she says, still casual. "Am I right?"

"I can camp—"

Redfeather laughs in true disbelief. "What, on the streets? No way—the little job I have for you isn't hard, but it can't be done by a corpse. You can bunk down at my place. I'll even let you have the hammock."

She can't resist punctuating the statement with a wink. Rayla's eyes dart away, ears pinking. "Okay," she says, a hint of a smile showing on her face. "I—thanks."

They walk the rest of the way back to Redfeather's hideout—one of many—in companionable silence. When they're close, Redfeather slows, falling a few steps behind.

"Hey, Rayla," she says, gentling her mouth around the name like the sound is precious. "Hang on just a tick."

Rayla turns, and Redfeather steps forward into her space, crowding her against the wall beside them. Her eyes flick rapidly to meet Redfeather's steady gaze and then away, jittering back and forth. "What?" she says after a long moment of silence, voice wavering slightly. "What is it?"

"The moon's beautiful, tonight," Redfeather says, still looking only at her. "I thought I'd stop a moment to get a better look."

Rayla shivers wonderfully when Redfeather finally touches her, just the ghost of fingertips over the dark slash on her cheek, tracing its curve down to her delicate chin. Her eyes slide closed as her face slowly tilts up, soft, pink mouth parting in trembling anticipation.

Redfeather's smile spreads as she bends to claim the first of what will be many, many tastes of that moonberry sweetness. It's almost disappointing, how easy it all was. Almost.

Then their places are suddenly reversed, and she's pinned—one arm twisted behind her back, the other trapped against the wall by a blade stabbed through her glove just beside her wrist. And, of course, the second blade is creasing her bared throat, just below her jaw.

She laughs, genuinely delighted. That this slim, soft girl managed to lift the blades back from her, somehow—oh, this will be fun. "I thought you were cute, before," she says, her grin as sharp a slash as the steel biting into her skin. "Now, I like you."

"Enough games," Rayla spits. "The dark mage." Her pet, once again perched on her shoulder, screeches as if adding its own angry emphasis.

"I thought you were going to do me a favor?"

Her pale face twists in rosy fury, and the blade presses deeper into Redfeather's throat. "That kind of favor is not on the table. Or on the bed. Hammock. Whatever."

"Believe me, you'd feel differently about tables if you'd ever tried doing it in a hammock." Redfeather laughs again, wiggling the fingers of her pinned hand suggestively. "But no, this was just a bit of fun—a job is a job. If you don't want to play with me, we can go back to strictly business."

"I'm not here to play." Rayla's lavender glare is matched by the violet one of her pet. It hisses indignantly, fur standing on end.

Redfeather shrugs, nonchalant. "Fine, then. No harm, no foul."

Rayla hesitates, the blade still pressed to her throat, then releases her wrist and yanks the other out of the wall to free her glove. She steps back several paces, both blades leveled threateningly at Redfeather until she's well out of reach.

Redfeather raises her hands in a placating gesture. "Hammock offer is still open, by the way," she says. "You'll need to sleep, sometime—Scumport's not kind to those not alert enough to stay one step ahead."

Rayla barks a laugh. "You're crazy if you think it'll be anywhere near you, after that. I'll manage."

"Suit yourself."

Moonlight flashes off the blades as they twirl closed, and Rayla's eyes stay on Redfeather as she backs away. Then she turns, and vanishes into the dark.

Redfeather chuckles, stretching again—though this time it's to work the pain out of her twisted shoulder, rolling it in various directions to loosen it again. She runs her thumb idly along the fine line Rayla's blade left in her throat, then licks the gathered blood from it, still grinning.

She'll learn.

[the-forgotten-sunfish]

15 Tags 15 Mutuals

Thank you @toribookworm22 for the tag. I've been waiting for the right time to answer. So, let's go!

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am, actually. My parents named me in honor of my late brother. With the mix of my mother's name and his, my name was born.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Ohh. Tough question. Actually it was this week. With so much going on, last week proved to be quite overwhelming; it eventually caught up to me about three days ago.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope lol

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Is it even possible not to?

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

The way the speak, I think. Especially if I'm meeting them for the first time. If it's someone I know, then there's that and their clothing.

6. What's your eye color?

Dark brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Surprisingly, a mix of both. I do enjoy happy endings more though. I've been a lot more open to thrillers lately, however. Depends of my mood lol

8. Any special talents?

I guess being able to see figures from random spots and smudges. It's fun and very useful to create ideas. I am also very good when it comes to psychologically analyzing people. Doesn't always work lol but yep.

9. Where were you born?

I was born by Yucatan, Mexico 🇲🇽

10. What are your hobbies?

I enjoy writing ofc, drawing and doodling too. I also enjoy singing, albeit not the best voice, but music is just...well music. For some time I was into design too. Both graphic and interior design.

11. Have you any pets?

I do. A small 2-year-old pup named Lucky. Love the energetic fuzzball.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I used to do both swimming and TKD. Still kind of practice the latter every now and then.

13. How tall are you?

LOL I'm about 1.5 m, which is the equivalent to 4'9" approx. I know, I know, I'm a short lad.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Biology always won for me, as did Language Arts and Literature. Then I loved the workshops (basically art class) even more. Civics was also awesome too (debates turned out to be really cool). Currently and so far, I've been able to enjoy Phylosophy.

15. Dream job?

I'd love to be able to get into acting though; not precisely big time TV acting lol, but rather theater would be really awesome. Aside from art, education or psychology really call out to me as well.

No pressure tagging: @goldenempress @queenofimaginedworlds @writersandpoetsunited @bookmarks-reviews @sparrowrising @witchmd13 @sunfish-supremacy @cheezbot @cursedmerlinedits @euphoniouspandemonium @jennywebbyart @dalazygamerneko @minutiaewriter @cheezbot @meepeepbleep

[meinbamf-archive]

« brenton thwaites, 28, he/him, comic » ∙∙ loading case file for KURT WAGNER. known aliases, if any: NIGHTCRAWLER. current location: NEW YORK, NEW YORK. current occupation: DRAMA TEACHER/MUTANT ACTIVIST. he has been known to be FIERCELY LOYAL and STUBBORN, so proceed with caution. their current alliance: UNDECIDED.

SHORT BIO

abandoned at birth in bavaria, kurt was adopted by a circus fortune teller who found him as a baby. with his unusual velvety blue fur, yellow eyes, and prehensile tail, he was an instant crowd favorite: people came from all over to see the flying fiend and his acrobatic tricks. when he was 16, the circus came under new management and the new owner attempted to sell kurt to a freak show. he fled from the one home he ever new, pursued by an angry mob. he was found hiding in a church by charles xavier, who promptly took the young mutant back to america.

he found a new lease on life in new york, surrounded by fellow mutants in a safe haven. he’s settled well, finding his place as the heart of xavier’s ragtag team of mutants. though most of his focus falls to teaching and campaigning for mutant equality, becoming a poster child for non-human mutants everywhere.

BASIC

name ... konrad christian szardos wagner

nicknames ... kurt, fuzzball, elf, blue

date of birth ... june 15th, 1995

zodiac ... gemini sun, capricorn moon, aquarius rising

mutation ... oh man... right off the bat he's blue and covered with fine hair. he's got three digits on each hand, including an opposable thumb. 2 toes on each foot. uhhh a prehensile tail that can support his full body weight. he's got canine fangs and is prone to biting his tongue when he speaks. also got a weird spine! he can do all sorts of stuff that would break a regular person's spine!

powers ... his main ability is teleportation! he teleports by traveling thorugh the pocket brimstone dimension, which leaves a cloud of smoke that smells like brimstone and sulfur whenever he teleports. there are a lot more specifics to this power that i will get bored naming off.

alias ... nightcrawler

nationality/species ... german/mutant ( homo superior )

languages spoken ... fluent in german, english, french, and italian. was telepathically implanted with the ability to speak russian and japanese.

orientation ... bisexual, with a slight female preference but he really doesn't care

pronouns ... he/him

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

height ... 5'9" ( 1.75 m )

body build ... muscular, especially in his upper body. he's been a a trained gymnast/acrobat since he was child.

eye color ... solid yellow, they glow in the dark :)

hair type & color ... he got thick, wavy black hair. its darker than the fur that covers his body. he keeps it on the shorter side, hair in his face is one of his biggest pet peeves.

face claim ... brenton thwaites

distinguishing marks ... see mutations above

voice / accent ... german; despite living in america for a number of years now, his accent remains fairly strong. he has a tendency of switching between english and german when speaks.

clothing style ... kind of basic to be honest. its hard to find clothes that account for long tails. he's a fan of button up shirts and slacks, sometimes he spices it up with a fun pattern. he doesn't wear shoes often when he's not in costume, not a lot shoes on the market for his weird feet. but who needs shoes when you can teleport everywhere???

PERSONALITY

good traits ... loyal, kind-hearted, eternal optimist, faithful, honest, jovial

bad traits ... none <3 stubborn, hard on himself, insecure, struggles with very black and white thinking

personality type ... infp

archetype ... the lover

goals / desires ... to be accepted. he's very aware of the gawking and staring that comes naturally with his appearance, just once he would like to walk into a room without his image inducer and have nobody bat and eye.

fears ... dying. like every good catholic boy, he was instilled with the fear of the almighty power of heaven and hell and wondering where he'll go in the end is a thought that keeps him up at night.

what would throw this character's life into complete turmoil ... losing the x-men. kurt has never been an independent, solo act. teamwork and found family is all the guy knows, he would not survive 5 minutes having to do something alone.

character's soft spot ... babies, also grumpy ageless canadians

hobbies ... fencing, writing, pulling pranks, flirting with people

habits ... he will randomly start doing contortionist tricks, maybe its to show off, who knows? don't be surprised if he just randomly starts walking on his hands and then does the most gnarly looking back bend to stand back up.

PAST

hometown ... somewhere in the bavarian alps in germany. exact location is kind of murky, his father's castle was burned to the ground shortly after a demon baby ( kurt ) was born in its walls.

childhood ... was abandoned at birth due his physical mutation. adopted by a fortune teller in a traveling circus where he perfomed as an acrobat for most his early life.

dream job ... if he wasn't too busy fighting villains and for mutant rights, kurt would want to be an actor in hollywood.

education ... was homeschooled on the road with the circus, but got a full high school/college education at xaviers

FAMILY

mother ... raven darkholme / mystique

father ... baron christian wagner

relationships ... i choose to ignore the retcon about his father actually being a demon. he never met his father and honestly that doesn't upset him much anymore. as for his mother... they have a very strained relationship, its one thing to be abandoned at birth, its a whole other can of worms when your mother comes back and is constantly trying to ruin your life further. they've reached an uneasy peace. a bonus member of this is irene adler, mystique's wife and kurt's other evil mother -- we love a guy with evil lesbian moms

adopted mother ... margali szardos

relationship ... more mommy issues incoming. kurt can't catch a break with the women who raised him. she took him in when no one else would and raised him like one of her own. part of him will always love her... even if she was the one leading the mob as he was chased away from the one home he ever knew.

adopted sister ... jimaine szardos

adopted brother ... stephen szardos ( deceased )

foster sister ... anna marie / rogue

relationships ... he doesn't truly know how many siblings he really has. jimaine and stephen were a staple part of his childhood, loving him like a brother regardless of the fact they weren't biologically related. the last time kurt was in germany, stephen died by his sword. there is a deep set guilt that's kept him away from his adopted family ever since. rogue and kurt met later in life, bonded by the trauma that is having mystique for a mother. he cares about her a lot.

'child' ... pickles the bamf

relationship ... bamfs are a race of tiny teleporting pests accidentally made from kurt's dna. while most of them were banished back to their home dimension, pickles stayed around. kurt feels bad for the little guy so as the only one able to communicate with them, he kept him around.

PRESENT

current location ... westchester, new york, united states of america

currently living with ... the x-men at the mansion! just a simple teleportation commute into the city

pets ... pickles is technically a pet i guess

religion ... catholic :) he's a devout catholic ( almost became a priest once! ) racked with religious guilt!

political affiliation ... tends to lean more leftist. he is very much a 'stick with the mutants, humans come right after' kind of guy.

FAVORITES

weather ... kurt loves sunny days! sunlight warming his skin, a soft breeze blowing through his fur is when he's at his happiest.

color ... purple

music ... truly the definition of will listen to anything. though he has a soft spot for 60s and 70s music.

movie ... oh he is such a sucker for golden age of hollywood movies. he has watched every errol flynn movie multiple times, his favorite being captain blood (1935). kurt loves old adventure movies.

sport ... baseball ( only when the x-men play ) and competitive gymnastics

beverage ... was recently introduced to starbucks frappuchinos and he's a changed man. but has been known to out-drink even wolverine when it comes to german pale ales.

food ... such a soup guy, doesn't matter what kind or time of year he loves soup.

animal ... if you ask him, he'll just say birds. no specific kind, just birds.

[scrltt]

Me: “show Wanda love”

Mutual: decides to send angst instead

Me:

[askthevocalosers]

"Fuzzball-? Where'd you go?"

"(This was easier when he couldn't move--)"

"Oh-!"

"Are you all done being a person now?"

"That was fun! I'm glad I got to 'meet' you again!"

[ Human Hat: FINISH! ]

[trrickytickle]

Dough Woes

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ofc you can get more, friend! it was m first fic and i was self concious asl and i believed i was like, super rusty at it, but since you swayed me, IMMA GIVE IT A GO AGAIN!!

me when answering my prompts

Summary: Avatar Week warrants food. Food, food and more food. Toph wants to seize every moment of Avatar association discounts, so naturally, when Katara sneaks a bite of an Avatar Day fried dough, she's determined to make Sugar Queen drop that treat that's about as saccharine as she is. (lee!Katara, ler!Toph) Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Pairing: Platonic Katara and Toph, rest of gang

"Give that back, prissy-pants!" Toph yelled, flailing her arms up at a (fried) Aang-shaped donut Katara was inches away from gobbling up. Soon, it would be like an Avatar in boiling oil. Dead and gone.

"I'd think you'd be having enough food after that, madame!" Katara scolded, pushing the shorter girl away.

"I'm no madame! I am Toph, the-"

"The what? The selfish food-hoarder?"

"Don't call me that, you.."

The frenzied footsteps of civillians parading the streets, dinging noises from cheesy ball-tossing games which granted unnatainable prizes she couldn't even see and Appa's loud bellowing snorts weren't enough to lull the thick tension in the air. The six-legged fuzzball had just dropped Team Avatar over at Chin Village to celebrate the newly extended Avatar Week for his efforts made in the hundred-year war and was resting under a pagoda with Team Avatar. Banners were hastily painted over, new, more favorable traditional food was created, and most importantly, discounts. Lots and lots of friend discounts. Before leaving to be all dolled up for a meticulous parade float, Aang hoarded small, plush Appas which their muse had slobbered all over and protected like its young, Surprisingly Sokka had already had his fix of fatty snackfoods and was busy imitating his flattered girlfriend with a pair of replica Kyoshi fans, and Zuko, who'd notmally be brooding under the shade, had put himself out there to surprise the civillian that'd eventually run into him and ask for an autograph, but this blind bandit was laser-focused on protecting the hoard of snacks like a snarling, sniffing shirshu.

Not even one measley little donut would change that.

"What would you rather I call you? A porcupig?" With a mocking snort, Katara held the snack up, pinching it and holding it directly over the girl's head just where she couldn't reach. Toph groaned, assessing the situation with the stomp of a foot.

The familliar vibrations of cheering crowds and carnies were merely background noise compared to the oily scent wafting directly over her head, taunting her like a fly-der over a pile of garbage. Well, she would've flicked her in the forehead, but after a quick assessment of the situation, there was one thing that was just too, too good to not use to her advantage. The opportunity was gleaming like the metal had learned to bend. Well of course, it wasn't really something she could see, but, the waterbender's position allowed for a few particular weak points to be exposed. To be more specific, Toph didn't want to hurt her- but she definitely wanted Katara to suffer.

"Who's the porcupig now?" The shorter girl's height allowed for her to gain a vantage point to simply tweak her in the sides, a move so simple yet utterly devastating and with a satisfying loud squeal followed by a barrage of snorts, Katara desperately lowered her hands to cover her torso, almost dropping the dusted delight onto the marble of the fancy pagoda. Toph swiftly snatched the dessert out of midair whilst moving her deft right hand onto Katara's stomach, tickling her like she was carelessly and improperly playing the konghou.

"EEE-Ahahaha-snrk-snrk-snrk-! Na-no tickling!" the waterbender flailed. "STOP!"

"Mm- ohthistastesGREAT -I don't think so!" In a usual disregarding manner, she planted both hands (obviously even the oily donut-grease hand) onto the waterbender's sides, striding, scribbling and squeezing with tact and brute strength. It was like her usual displays of brutal bending, only... less pummeling, more tickling.

Katara wasn't having it. She knew the snorts, squeals and flails were a source of schaudenfreude for the younger bender. Her face noticeably flushed a bit in embarrasment, knowing full well there wouldn't be much focus on them from the millions of villagers and united elemental nations attending the festival, but only her friends and/or technically-family. Somehow that was far worse.

"Word of advice, Toph? Try her pits. Or feet. Or, like... everywhere." Sokka slyly remarked, urging Suki to playfully scribble his sides for a brief moment.

"Not a bad idea. For once, that is." Toph quipped, equipping her fingers with blunt earth claws, making Katara break out in a sweat she could've easily bent to flick towards the blind girl.. but somehow she couldn't bring herself to. Without a moment to think, Toph's badgermole-like claw appendages dug into her tan armpits.

"AHAKAHAKAHA-haHAhA!! SNORT I'll get you for thiHAHAHAHAIS you-"

There was a loud noise that could only be described as fart-like. The raspberry Toph blew was slobbery, intense and unforgiving. Kinda just like her.

"Get her, girl!" Suki cheered, way too invested in ..this.. "Woah, Katara, you're ticklish."

"What, you wanna be next?" Toph resumed her barrage with deadly finger-claw strides down Katara's legs.

"Uh- waha- no!?" Suki stammered.

"Tohohoph! I'm sorry about the donut! Ahahaha, I- I just thouhouhought that you had enough fOOOOD-AY!" Katara squealed in a pitch she didn't even know she could reach, swatting Toph away from her lower sides.

"One can never have enough free Avatar Week fish balls! Now writhe under the command of MELON LORD!"

"I'm wrihihithing, I'm whrihihithing!" Katara attempted to wriggle away from Toph, who had abandoned the claws on one hand and alternated between the sharp sensations and pincing grasps with her bare right hand. It seemed barbaric, but they were somehow having fun with it. The entire time, the notion of pushing her away seemed like a foreign notion to the waterbender, who, like a spring tide switched the current and got an upper hand, holding up Toph’s arm and tickled in a much more.. civilized fashion, which was somehow worse than what said girl inflicted unto her. Maybe it’s a blind thing. 

“You can’t -hehehe- do this! I am Melon Lord-hehahaha!” Toph’s laugh- giggle, more like - was demure and screechy, which Katara liked to hear. Somehow it was funny. A little cute. 

“Oh yes, yes I can. All of this over a lump of dough.” Katara went down to Toph’s ribs, softly stroking a singular finger down her ribcage. 

“A lump of dohohough you’re dating!” 

 All of a sudden, Zuko had come back to the pagoda with a small yet rare smile on his face. 

“...What in the world?” He questioned. Such a moment was rare. Sure, Team Avatar liked to goof around, but these were Katara and Toph. 

“Well, no other way to explain but this.” Toph smirked, jumping onto Zuko and barely straddling him but sitting on his torso, digging straight into his armpits causing raspy, fiery yet surprised laughter.

They would all end up unfashionably late to the Avatar Day parade later.

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THIS IS LIKE THE BEST THING IN EXISTENCE OMGGGGG

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One of my best work