#you stinky cheeseball

[superstar--daycare]

" ... you can't sneeze, you're an android. "

[str4ngergirlw0rld]

eddie munson calling you the weirdest nicknames the longer you guys are dating:

“honey pass me the salt”

“baby , r u okay?”

“cheeseball come here”

“stinky please help me with this”

“cinnamon apple please stop being so stressed”

“aw grumpy , its okay”

“sweet apple cider vanilla cheesecake coconut supreme , lets go on a date”

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

social media shy

f!potterer!reader x quinn hughes

warnings: swearing

(sidenote: qhuggyhes is quinn's private account - only mentioned once)

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ynofficial: holy mac'n' cheeseballs i'm gonna be in vogue

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fan1: *takes deep breath* I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

fan2: no more gatekeeping, only girlbossing

fan3: we must gatekeep her from the stinky men though

fan4: you're so beautiful

fan5: i actually can't wait

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ynofficial: can someone get me a cat? i'm in desperate need of a housemate that purrs when cuddled. a cat would also keep me company in this big apartment

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fan6: my grandma's cat just had kittens and she's in vancouver if you're interested?

ynofficial: ooh yes please!

fan7: what's wrong with your current housemate?

ynofficial: he smiles and falls asleep on me and leaves vancouver for work often :/

fan8: what's wrong with a smile?

ynofficial: it makes me like him even more that's what's wrong

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qhuggyhes: please don't play the guilt card i WILL fold

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fan9: repping lana as we should

ynofficial: the one and only

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ynofficial: meet harley!! she's so adorable i just want to cry...also she's an incredibly annoying bedmate at times (but she's cute so i'll let her off)

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fan10: you're a crazy cat lady now, welcome to the club

ynofficial: i'm honoured

fan11: i'm assuming harley is the cat?

ynofficial: your assumption would be correct yes

trevorzegras: and harley is YOUR cat?

ynofficial: stfu yes

jackhughes: i see what you did there. clever.

ynofficial: idk what you're talking about

fan12: why the sudden influx of nhl players?

fan13: i don't even know who any of them are

ynofficial: neither do i

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ynofficial: i want you to know i take being a cat mother very seriously and that i'm going to start referring to home as HQ for personal reasons

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lhughes_06: HQ being harley and...

ynofficial: you used to my favourite

lhughes_06: what am i now?

ynofficial: on thin ice

fan14: pretty sure luke hughes has a brother called quinn

fan15: yeah he does

fan16: quinn is in the second photo and i think the last?

fan17: wait does hq = harley/quinn????

_quinnhughes has added to their story

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ynofficial: new 'dainty florals' set on the market!

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fan18: are you on the market too?

fan19: LMAO no

fan20: i'm analysing her hands now

fan21: POV you're here bc of that twitter thread

fan22: me

fan23: the moon mug is giving fairy garden and i love it

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_quinnhughes: been busy lately

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fan24: babe we all know *wink wink*

fan25: that's definitely y/n

fan26: quinn rn: sorry i haven't been posting i've been having a lot of sex

fan28: everyone knows

jackhughes: and i'm still patiently waiting

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ynofficial: congrats on your-

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fan29: -record breaking of 263 games to assist 200 times?

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jackhughes: 🐔

ynofficial: bet

fan30: even the fucking cake is canucks themed

lhughes_06: if you don't i will

ynofficial: it's cute you think i'll let myself be blackmailed

fan31: it's impossible for it not to be quinn at this point

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_quinnhughes: i was told to say 'alexa play cornelia street' as a caption

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bradytkachuk: you're so whipped

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fan32: this is literally the same place y/n posted in her last post

jackhughes: TAG HER

fan33: jack losing his patience is all of us rn

_quinnhughes went live 3 minutes ago!

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jackhughes: because these two IDIOTS are refusing to actually do anything about it, i'm taking the matter into my own hands for my and your mental health. this is ynofficial and _quinnhughes and they are 100% dating and 1000% in love to the point where it actually melts me. thank you and good night

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lhughes_06: i didn't think you'd ACTUALLY do it

jackhughes: do not underestimate me

_quinnhughes: and then you wonder why luke is y/n's favourite

fan34: WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!!!!

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ynofficial: i hate you

jackhughes: you wish you did 😘😘 

fan35: i love how y/n and quinn are so private that the only way their relationship would ever get exposed is if someone did it for them

fan36: fr they fit each other so well

fan37: THEY! ARE! PARENTS!

fan38: omg y/n has a harley and a quinn in her life

fan39: HQ makes sense now

[kuyapumaaa]

HAPPY (VERY LATE) VALENTINE'S DAYYY

Frazier is owned by my bestie, @123thepinkabear

"Look at yourself, Kenzo." he sighed in frustration. "Ya got this pudge, ya smell stinky, heck, ya look like someone who lives in a rusty, beat-up Honda Civic. You just push people away with your snarky comebacks and ya deserve it. Maybe you really are annoying. Maybe he'll leave you." Kenzo told himself, as he held his love handles. He wasn't really the kind of person to be confident about himself. "Kenny? Ya good..?" asked Frazier, his Tanuki boyfriend. Frazier was more of an outgoing guy, a louder one, too. He was concerned about Kenzo, recently. He noticed how Kenzo doesn't seem to feel comfortable being alone, but simultaneously, he needed a lot of space. Kenzo paused for a minute before uttering, "I don't think I'm worth it." Hearing those words got Frazier concerned. "Wanna talk about it..?" he asked Kenzo gently. "We don't do that... back then..." Kenzo, softly uttered.

Hours flew by as they dug deeper into their past. Taking things into retrospect, all those pent-up emotions, all were exchanged and mutually understood. Frazier listened, Kenzo opened up more and more. For once, Kenzo felt a lot lighter, he felt safer. All because of that safety that they slowly mirrored with each other, helped a lot. It started from a day, then a week, till time flew by more.

"Kenzo, there's something I wanted to say..." Frazier mumbled. "Un..?" Kenzo grunted a bit, after their exchange of thoughts and emotions. "I know you aren't a man of many words, well, typically. But.. Every moment I'm with you, I can't help but keep you safe and treat you better. I'm sorry that the world was cruel to you.." Frazier responded softly, with a blush on his face. "I... just feared I'd lose you because of me.." Kenzo shakily replied. "Who'd say no to this handsome cheeseball?" Frazier started to go playful. "Almost everyone..?" Kenzo replied. Frazier imitated a buzzer sound, causing Kenzo to giggle a bit. "Well, those are peeps ya met before. One question. Am I like them?" Frazier asked once more. "No... No you're not!" Kenzo said with an enlightened tone. "Then, there's your answer! I wouldn't say no to ya, cuz I choose you! I care, all because I choose you. I love you." Kenzo was in total shock, he didn't know what to say, as he's never heard someone tell him that! Kenzo hugged him and whispered, "I really did find you, ya strawbby nookie..~"

[artfulprankster]

Ari, no, Stinky, just gives Cheeseball a look. "I care for you deeply. But what the fuck is this." She said, her name now being Stinky Pizzachunks. No, no she does not like the irony. (arithevxmpire)

🎨

“I DONT KNOW WHY ITS HAPPENING AGAIN!! IM SORRY-“

The boy crumpled like a wet napkin.

[arithevxmpire]

Stinky just looks at the two boys and just sighs. She did not expect the name change, nor did she like it, but she was still the adult and thus had to be responsible. Slightly.

"Calm down you two, it'll be fine. Besides, I'm sure that whatever happened, it wasn't Cheeseball's fault. And hey, it could be worse." She said as she tried to comfort them, while still being reminded of her new unfortunate name. While she would never do a thing around children, god did she need a drink though. A hard one, like whiskey or vodka. She was already so tired.

//@inventedbymelvin @artfulprankster

[wastelandcth]

costco kisses - cth

summary: calum takes his family to costco. part two of conversations and costco 

anon requested:  I think we deserve part2 in Costco with dovey(specifically pregnant dovey.) imagine little Charlie explaining to her about all the things papa told him the first time as if she doesn't know what hot cheetos are🥺 and how to not ride the chickens ride🥺 and Charlie standing in front of a cheeseball box that's about his size!🥺 and she's crying because she can't decide about the roomba! and she's hormonal!🥺 and then more crying because they buy a bulk of diapers for baby🥺hormones! tiny human!🥺

author’s notes: i hope you guys enjoy the doves and a very pregnant and hormonal dovey! 

warnings: mentions of pregnancy

masterlist || request || more doves

The chilly February morning made Calum move throughout the house a little slower, the steaming cup of tea in his hands bringing him warmth. He'd been up for an hour now, trying to convince himself to get ready for the day ahead when all he really wanted to do was stay in bed with his lovely wife. But when Dovey, who was almost seven months pregnant and whose belly kept her up almost all night tossing and turning, had woken up with the sun Calum had no choice but to get out of bed too. By the time Calum had made it out of bed and into the kitchen, Dovey had looked up to show him what she had been working on. The  decorations for the nursery were cut out of pink and purple glitter cardstock, little fairies with wings that sparkled whenever the sunlight hit them. Ever since Dovey had found out they'd be having a girl, she claimed that handmade decorations would mean more to their little girl who was due in a few weeks time. 

"I need to go to Costco today," Calum said as he took a seat next to his wife, glancing over at the baby monitor that showed Charlie was still very much asleep. "Did you want me to take Charlie and give you some time alone?" 

The idea of Dovey being home alone this far into her pregnancy left Calum anxious. Last time, when Charlie was still in the womb and Calum had thought that labor and delivery would be no big deal, he'd ended up leaving a meeting without saying goodbye to anyone and rushing to Dovey at home so he could drive them to the hospital. But Calum also knew that the farther along Dovey got in the pregnancy, the more tired she was. She'd go run errands at the grocery store and then lay down for hours afterwards, with swollen feet and tired eyes to try and entertain Charlie. 

"It's fine, I can go with you, I want to pick up some things too." Dovey mumbled, struggling to get up from the couch, "I want to check out their baby stuff too, see if we can find one of those baby food blenders." 

Charlie, who had loved Costco more than any other place on Earth, had been excited to finally show his mom all the cool things he had found every time he and his papa would go on trips to Costco. He was excited to show his mama the giant bag of Hot Cheetos, secretly hoping she'd get them because she always wanted spicy food now that the little bean was on the way. He couldn't wait to show her the spinning chickens and tell her all about how he tried to convince his papa to let him ride it. 

"Oh! Mama don't go that way, that's where the robot is!" Charlie called out from the shopping cart, trying to grab Dovey's bag as she strayed off from him and Calum down the appliance aisle. 

"What robot?" Dovey asked and chuckled, looking at the toddler with confusion, "They don't have robots at Costco, do they?" she mumbled, the sudden realization making her look at Calum with wide eyes. 

"No, no robots," Calum laughed, rolling his eyes as he followed Dovey, pushing the cart that Charlie was sitting in looking at his parents, "He just saw the Roomba and I told him that robots freak you out." 

"Oh, yeah. Roombas are freaky." Dovey mumbled, pressing a soft kiss onto Charlie's curls, "But I think it would help us now with the new baby coming soon, huh stinky?"

Dovey had been to Costco a million times, her dad would always take her to the warehouses whenever he picked her up from school and they'd share a hot dog in the parking lot and talk about Dovey's day at school or the latest band she'd been obsessed with. But pretending that she'd never been in the store just to see how excited Charlie got when he was explaining how the rotisserie chicken worked was worth it. As they walked through the aisles of bulk goods, Charlie would explain what something was, telling her how Calum had showed it to him on their latest trip, and Dovey couldn't stop the tears from falling down her cheeks as she saw her son standing next to a giant box of cheeseballs. 

"Buddy! That box is bigger than you! I don't think we could ever eat that many cheeseballs even if we tried our hardest." Dovey managed to get out through her tears, the pregnancy hormones once again making her seem like a crazy person. 

"But mama," Charlie had whined quietly, the same pouty face Calum would use whenever he wanted something from her, "You love cheeseballs!"

If Dovey wasn't heavily pregnant and in love with her child, she probably would've stood her ground and told Charlie they didn't need a bulk pack of cheeseballs big enough to feed an entire classroom, but when Calum walked up with a box of newborn size diapers she had no choice. The tears that had dried a few minutes ago flowed once again as she realized how tiny the diapers would be and how tiny Charlie still was. 

"Oh my god," she sniffed out, using the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, "Just get the cheeseballs and let’s go before I keep crying!" 

Maybe it was the fact that Charlie was preoccupied in his car seat, snacking away on a churro, or the fact that Calum looked very strong while putting the boxes of bulk goods they'd bought but Dovey really wanted to make out with her husband. What Dovey wanted, she usually got, so it was no surprise that Calum had his arms on her waist and his lips on hers the second she had uttered out her request. 

"Kiss?"

Calum liked his trips to Costco with Charlie but he had to admit, trips with Dovey and Charlie were a lot of fun. He got to see his wife and son both freak out over a Roomba and then try and convince Calum that they needed said "evil robot." He also liked the fact that Dovey had wanted to make out with him in the Costco parking lot because if there was anything Calum loved more than his family, it was making out with his wife. And those Costco kisses were magical. 

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[pianogothic]

The cheeseball prize

Hello! Some of you may remember that in early 2019, I won @simonalkenmayer's cheeseball destruction contest by drawing and quartering a cheeseball...though not how you might expect.

Due to unexpected circumstances out of Simon's control, the prize I won for my could not be delivered...until now.

I have long wondered what the prize could be. They said an artist was working on it. Was it an art piece? Or some kind of cheeseball sculpture? Something completely unrelated to the contest, but undoubtedly excellent??

Due to the delay, I had to set my curiosity aside until several days ago, when I learned the package was on its way. The only other hint I got came the night before last, when Simone told me, "I found it perfectly horrifying." You can imagine the depths of my anticipation, and now, slight concern.

But finally my question has been answered.

It came in a surprisingly glittery holiday box, which was heavier than it looked. As I opened it, I saw red and green plaid ribbon, and was mystified. And then...

I pulled out...

This.

It is a clay cheeseball sculpture ornament the size of a softball.

Now...I once told Simon that if they sent me a cheeseball, I would (I think rightfully) interpret this as a threat upon my very life, to which I believe they responded, "smart human." But despite this exchange, I don't believe this cheeseball will harm me. It smells nothing of cheese (I checked) and I am confident that it is incapable of any of the stinky and disgusting acts real cheeseballs perform.

So...

Thank you, Simone, for your lovely gift! It was worth the wait, and I truly cherish it. Please give the artist my highest compliments.

[kpopkrappykraftbin]

It Wasn’t The First Time

Chapter 8

Junhui x Reader

Mild Language

Word Count: 2397

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Masterlist

   You and Jun had lain waste to all the food he had brought as an offering. The doritos bag was crumpled on the floor, the barbeque chips bag had fallen off the bed during a tussel for the last handful. Said scrapping lead to the handful becoming tiny crumbs littering your temporary bed spread, which in turn lead to an accusatory glare at your employer which in turn lead to an excuse.

   “Why are you looking at me? You’re the one who crushed the chips.” extended silence before,“You’re the monster here.”

   “You tackled me for them you moron, what were you thinking?” you demanded rather upset not only that you had gotten your bed full of chip remains but also that you didn’t even get to finish the messy snack.

   “If I can’t have them, no one can.” Jun said darkly, looking you directly in the eye before bursting out with an eye crinkling laugh.

   “You really are a mess.” you sighed.

   “Hey!”

   With him preoccupied in his own melodrama about how his own beloved employee had no respect for him, you stole the unopened bag of simple Lays chips, not surprised, but slightly disappointed when the bag contained more air than potato chips.

  Currently however the Lays bag was completely devoid of chips and laying next to your head, taking up space on the pillow next to you. You laid on your back staring at the plain ceiling.

   “Seungcheol said tomorrow’s meeting was an all call.” you said into the room, grabbing the attention of the lazing informant at the foot of the bed.

   “S. Coups.” Jun interjected somehow both apathetic and adamant.

   You cleared your throat, dismissing his correction.

   “How many does that mean?” you continued your question.

   “Why do you think I keep tabs on all the members of this gang?”

   “You’re an informant,” you barely restrained yourself from hitting the lazy tease, “it’s your job, weasel.”

   “Not a weasel.” Jun sat up looking at you boredly, “And that is no way to try to get what you want, Y/N.” he taunted.

   You glared at him. You were glad he was back to being as irritating as he usually was; but the typical characteristic of his was driving you up a wall.

   “Let’s see,” Jun began musing while looking at the ceiling, “S. coups is here, Seungkwan, Vernon, Jeonghan, Woozi, Min-” he shook his head before correcting himself, “The8” he overemphasized, “should also at least be close by… so that leaves… Joshua, Hoshi, Wonwoo,” Jun counted on his fingers, pausing to think, “DK, Mingyu, annnnd Dino.” he concluded the list with an over dramatic sigh of exhaustion.

   “Holy… that’s a lot. No wonder it’s gonna be a full house. Thirteen people…”

   “Twelve.” Jun corrected

   “Wow, how could someone so egocentric forget to count themselves?” you responded with fake pleasantness in your tone.

   “It’s twelve, I’m not part of the gang.”

   “Bull.” you called him out, “These guys are willing to stick their neck out for you and harbour not just you but some random thief as well… based on your recommendation, they trust you at least that much, and that’s not a small show of faith, and I mean, come on! You even have your own designated room! You may act like a contractor but you’re totally allied with them. They even know your name.”

   You thought he was being stupid trying to alienate himself from the group that obviously were willing to watch his back. You can only share so much trust with a gang before you become part of it, intentionally or not.

   “Twelve.”

   You tossed yourself face first into a pillow yelling in frustration. You swear his main objective in life is to make you want to tear your hair out. You felt the bed lightly shaking before lifting your head to look at the informant who was currently muffling quiet but uncontainable chuckles behind his hand. The cover from the appendage drew your eyes to the only visible feature on his face: his eyes. They were nearly shut from his expression of outright mischievous delight, small but prominent wrinkles formed at the corners. While you were taking note of his expression you forgot how long you were staring; not noticing the laughter dying down until Jun opened his eyes to meet yours; both of you looking surprised for a moment before you averted your vision, turning your head in the opposite direction.

   You stubbornly looked at the door to your room instead of at the man you were sure had a smirk on his face by now. There was only a beat of silence when you felt weight on the bed shift, drawing your attention back in Jun’s direction as you turned once again towards him. Laying on your stomach was not the ideal position for surveying your surroundings. He had in fact not moved to lay back down as you had thought he might, no, instead he had moved himself to lean over and come face to face with you, his chin nearly resting on the pillow you had thrown yourself against. You were right about the smirking though, that was definitely present. Wow, he was handsome this close. You froze, eyes raking over his facial features, often getting hung up on his lips. Stupid good looks. Stupid Jun. Stupid curiosity.

   Jun’s smirk widened into a smile as you forced yourself to glare back at him.

   “Personal space much, weasel?”

   At that his smile changed into his own annoyed expression as he moved back on his knees before flopping across your back heavily.

   You felt all the air exit your body in a huff.

   “Oh my God, you’re heavy! How do you weigh this much? You’re crushing me, get off!” you complained at the nuisance on your back.

   “Hmm, so comfy, I think I’ll just stay here for the night.” He ignored you.

   “Crushing. Me.” you reiterated dangerously dark.

   “Live with it” came a flippant reply as Jun resettled himself to  lay on his back.

   At least in this position less of his weight was pressing down on you lungs, the middle of his back crossing at the lower curve of your own. You sighed at his childish stubbornness. The duality of your employer really was vexing to deal with. The two of you stayed like that for an amount of time, lost in your own thoughts.

   “We should sleep in my room.” Jun brought you out of your absent minded daze.

   “Why?”

   “It has a bathroom.”

   “That’s it?”

   “Yes.”

   “No.” you replied a question of his sanity in your tone.

   “But listen:...a shower.” he reasoned.

   “But listen:... comfortable.”

   “Oh, I didn’t know you liked having a man on top of you Y/N, how dirty of you.” he teased exaggeratedly.

   “Pervert. Why don’t you go to your room?” you complained at him.

   “Only if you come with me.” he reminded you, only half teasing.

   You huffed as much as Jun’s position on your back would let you. A shower did sound nice but having to deal with his smug perverted ass did not. As you were weighing your options Jun interrupted your thought process.

   “I promise I’ll be good. I’ll take a shower first and by the time you get out I’ll be exhausted sleeping on my nice comfy, fluffy bed; you can sleep on couch that doesn’t look like the Cracker Barrel threw up on it…” you snorted at his description.

   You could really go for a shower, admittedly you did not smell your best after the extended stress you’d been under. Poor Jun had been smelling your stinky self for the past however long he’d been in here.

   ‘Then perish’ you thought, knowing he more than deserved to put up with the consequence of the situation he had put you through. You didn’t deserve to have to smell yourself though.

   “Fine. I’ll take a shower after you. Let’s go.” you wiggled under the lanky man.

   Satisfied, Jun lifted himself from you with a stiff groan. While you got up from the bed and grabbed a couple pillows Jun stuffed what was left of the cheeseballs under your bed, a plastic jar of orange dust.

   “At least pretend to have the decency to hide the crime, Y/N.” Jun responded nonchalantly to your questioning gaze.

   “You’re just full of great wisdom aren’t you?” you deadpanned.

   “Why of course!” Jun exclaimed while tossing his own blanket over his shoulder in mock grandiosity, nearly smacking you in the face in the process.

   You glared at the back of his head for a moment before following him out your door and down the hall back to his room. Once there Jun re adjusted all his pillows and blankets somewhat properly on his bed before going to the bathroom and calling out to you that you better not peak at him while he was “indisposed”.

   ‘As if’ you thought sarcastically. You did not grant him any answer as you just flopped on the couch situated next to a small bookshelf. Curious you took a look at a few of the titles, most having to do with some sort of philosophy or psychology of politics. You were surprised it wasn’t just full of manga. Leaving the books alone you continued to survey the room. It was less personalized than his city hideout but still had those wood and metal accents that were apparently very Jun. Admiring a rather ornate oak undressing screen your eyes shifted further to the left to happen across your scuffed up duffle bag.

   ‘When did that get here?’ Had Jun brought it along the whole time? You hadn’t remembered picking it back up after settling in the main room with Jeonghan and Vernon. Wait, why did he bring it to his room? Did he know all along that you would end up here and not in your guest bedroom? Had he had a plan this whole time?

   ‘That damn weasel’ you cursed silently. While more than a little angered and feeling a tad bamboozled by the informant, you were also happy that you had a change of clothes with you. You did not want to sleep in your stinky sweaty clothes after a shower; or worse have to borrow something from the weasel. Pausing you looked around. Not one suitcase or duffel bag was in the room besides your own, confirming that Jun was in fact not eccentric enough to send his luggage before him in a life or death situation. The too short sweatpants he had been wearing earlier made sense now too. They weren’t his. You saw only a small dresser, and had no clue what was in there but even if it were clothes it couldn’t have been all that many.

   Walking over to your bag you grabbed a few clothing items to sleep in, you nearly jumped when Jun popped out of the bathroom wearing a t- shirt and some boxers.

   “Not what I wanted to see!” you complained while clutching your clothes against your face to block the view.

   “Mhmm, sure.” Jun was either too tired or too self-assured to argue with you as you heard rather than saw him flop onto his bed with a sigh. “Two towels on the counter,” he pauses to yawn, “Use any of the products in there; hair dryer is under the sink if you want it.”

   “Thanks” you mumble out quickly before hurrying into the bathroom.

   You started the shower, not waiting long because the water was already warm. You prayed that with as many members as there were they had a large water heater. The hope brought you back to wondering why your employer considered himself separate from everyone else here, when they obviously considered him important enough to protect and put up with enough to give him a permanent room. You stood thinking while you washed suds out of your hair, not coming to any conclusion by the end of your quick shower. While the hot water felt amazing for your tense muscles and fried nerves, being in the same shower your boss had just recently occupied made you feel… uncomfortable. Vulnerable maybe? Weird; definitely. You felt clean now and that was all that mattered. You shut the water off and dried yourself using the aforementioned towels deciding against the hair dryer for tonight. You were honestly too tired to care how your hair would look in the morning, and one night of sleeping with wet hair wouldn’t make you contract pneumonia… most likely.

   You exited the bathroom wearing the comfiest clothes you packed, having left the used towels on the shower rack, not knowing what else to do with them. The lights in Jun’s room were off accept for a small lamp that was so tiny it looked more for decoration than function. It had been set on the bookshelf next to your makeshift couch-turned-bed situation and had no wire. A tiny battery powered lamp. While very small, it was hardly unnoticeable, you would have seen it there earlier if it had been there. Jun must have pulled it from somewhere and put it there for you. Oddly thoughtful of him. Though today had proven Jun to be oddly a lot of things you had never considered him. You put the beginning of that thought train out of your head before it had time to leave the station. What you really needed now was some sleep. So you settled into your blanket a bit and then pressed the button on the lamp to turn off the last source of light in the room. As soon as it was off you heard some rustling from Jun’s bed.

   “Good night, Y/N.” Jun half whispered

   “Jun?” you whispered back.

   “Hmm?” he was definitely half asleep.

   “...nevermind.” your question could wait for another day. A day when you were both less tired. And maybe a day when you weren’t still in danger.

   “Sleep tight.” Jun mumbled, not awake enough to care about your obvious with hold of questioning. Something he would usually never let go of.

   “Sleep tight, Jun.” you replied before yawning and letting your eyes fall shut. The last noise your brain registered was a happy, very sleepy hum from Jun.

   ‘That’s nice.’ you thought before your tired brain could filter itself. And honestly you were too tired to deny it.

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Sinai,

Thisn is sooo funny!  Pass it on to your friends!

Laughter is good for the soul!

this is toooo funny. my new name is in the subject box

This only takes a minute. Please don't be a bore >> and ruin it. Send >> it on to everyone you  know, including >>  the person that sent it to you. Sometimes when you >>  have a  stressful day or week, you need some >> silliness to break up >> the day. And, if we are  honest, we have a lot more >> stressful days  >> than not. Here is your dose >> >>  Once  you have your new name, put it in the >> Subject box and forward >> it to friends and family and co-workers. Don't >> forget to forward it >> back to the  person who sent it to you, so they >> know you  >> participated. And don't go all 'adult'  ... my >> niece's senior manager >> is now known far and wide as Dorky Gizzardsniffer. >> >>  The following in an excerpt from a children's >> book, "Captain >> Underpants And the  Perilous Plot of Professor >>  Poopypants" by Dave Pilkey.  The evil Professor >> forces everyone to >> assume new names.... >> >>  Use the third letter of your first name to >> determine your new first >> name: >>  a = poopsie >>  b = lumpy >>  c = buttercup >>  d = gadget >>  e = crusty >>  f = greasy >>  g = fluffy >>  h =cheeseball >>  i = chim-chim >>  j = stinky >>  k = flunky >>  l = bootie >>  m = pinky >>  n = zippy >>  o = goober >>  p = doofus >>  q = slimy >>  r = loopy >>  s = snotty >>  t = tootie >>  u = dorkey >>  v = squeezit >>  w = oprah >>  x = skipper >>  y = dinky >>  z = zsa-zsa >> >>  Use the second letter of your last name to >> determine the first half of >> your new last name: >>  a = apple >>  b = toilet >>  c = giggle >>  d = burger >>  e =girdle >>  f = barf >>  g = lizard >>  h = waffle >>  i = cootie >>  j = monkey >>  k = potty >>  l= liver >>  m = banana >>  n = rhino >>  o = bubble >>  p = hamster >>  q = toad >>  r = gizzard >>  s = pizza >>  t = gerbil >>  u = chicken >>  v = pickle >>  w = chuckle >>  x = tofu >>  y = gorilla >>  z = stinker >> >>  > > >>  Use the fourth letter of your last name to >> determine the second half >> of your new last name: >>  a = head >>  b = mouth >>  c = face >>  d = nose >>  e =    tush >>  f = breath >>  g = pants >>  h = shorts >>  i =    lips >>  j = honker! >>  k = butt >>  l = brain >>  m = tushie >>  n = biscuits >>  o = hiney >>  p = chunks >>  q = toes >>  r = buns >>  s = fanny >>  t = sniffer >>  u = sprinkles >>  v = kisser >>  w = squirt >>  x = humperdinck >>  y = brains >>  z = juice >> >> >>  Thus, for example, George W. Bush's new name is >> Goober >> Chickenshorts.  William Jefferson Clinton is Bootie >> Liverbiscuits. >> >>  Now when you SEND THIS ON...use your new name as >> the subject. And >> remember that children laugh an average  of 146 >> times a day; adults >> laugh an  average of 4 times a day

[jojoingjoseph]

Tension clutched at the sinewy tendons laden in every digit, hooking the tips deep into the fabric of pale blues and worn, sturdy, material betoken of many days of usage on the daily. The fresh scent of soap filled his nose, that slick feeling of slipperiness leaving a thin film over the tips of his fingers ever digging and embedding into the fabric without any relent.

What on EARTH could be so perilous that it needed this stupid, self-sacrificing Son of A Bitch to leave him out of the loop and go on a long-ass journey to who knows where and for What reason!? Why, Who?! Nothing was spoken over, nothing given, not even a single goodbye before the blonde left him high and dry with little more than a note that scorched a contemptuous resentment within the deepest reaches of a worried mind and painstakingly yearning heart. Pearly teeth bit harshly into his lower lip, the harsh stinging of salty tears casting shining rivulets down his stubborn, reddened cheeks to stain their mixed coalescence upon the familiar shoulder that supported him.

“ Do you really Think I’d be that weak after all this TIme?! ” A tightened voice box cracked with the barely restrained Fury, muffled only by the fact he refused to even let his face resurface from where it nestled in scathing turmoil. “ OH SURE, you couldn’t let me know anything than some stupid note while you go off gallivanting like the Bloody Show-off you are! Who the Fuck CARES about that?! We could’ve kicked their fuckin’ Asses if you’d tell me what the Hell was going on! ”  

‘ You could’ve died, ’  Is that all Caesar had to SAY for himself? The mere mention of being allowed another strike snapped his arm back, curling every digit onto itself until the very bones of his knuckles themselves popped with the force alone before hurling itself sharply to clash another hit. The splatter of red painting the air in a soft spray went uncared for, another reel of a shaking arm threatened another blow that never came no matter how much he wanted to just beat the ever living shit out of the Bastard for all the pain and grievances that collected in the droning weeks since his vanishing.

“ Don’t- Don’t you EVER do that to me, again.. You hear me? I swear.. to Fucking GOD, Caesar! I’ll... fucking hunt you myself.. and kill you with my own hands if you do this again! ” Choked up sobs broke apart his infuriated threats snarling through bared ivories, pounding his fist into the other’s chest several times in dull thumbs before clutching a quivering handful of the pallid colors. Part of Joseph still didn’t want to believe this was real, something had to give in this festering illusion somewhere. Something, somehow, somewhere.. anywhere. Caught in a crossroads of wanting to not be subjected to the heart wrenching reunion, the truth lurking steadfast held nothing than wanting it all to be be real. That he was actually holding that stupid Bastard of an Italian in this moment, outside in the cold, pale, moonlight in the middle of some damned street illuminated by the orange hazy glow of lamps.

Various sniffles among sobbing laments wept and shed, his vision barely able to see anything further than a few feet before everything became blobs of color. Constant inhales of a draining nose did nothing to stop the dribbling, the scowl still wrought over his aggravated features ran hot with rushing blood. God damn it all, he hated crying. Hated it so much because there was nothing he could do than let it run it’s course and anchor himself to Caesar until the endless rivers ran themselves dry to itchy, puffy, trails of drying salt over sensitive skin rubbed raw from constant wiping against the back of a hand. Joseph’s frame lurched and spasmed with constant convulsions of a rib cage burdened with the stress of sobbing uncontrollably for so long, the noises of the world still running it’s course all but fading into an endless silence consisting of only himself and Caesar. Letting go became an impossibility even with fatigue settling in, another gulp constricting at a pained throat weighed against the tense muscles.

Joseph wasn’t sure what else to do than hang on for what may have amounted to eons, the flames that licked to scorching intensity of an unbridled rage simmered and extinguished to lamenting sorrows and reappraisals towards a quaking joy to be had just to have the Italian back than be a constant phantom lingering at the back of a fretting mind. Steadily, he was soothed by the gentle caresses and continued patience for his flaring temper to calm itself, every so often sniffling with hitching breaths choking at his lungs in the aftermath of his emotional rupture.

severance  &&.  dolour to fall hand in hand  &&. the blossoming wrath, all rubescent &&. flourishing, is nill compared to the quivering, dancing shadows of this requisited solitude. for melancholic be those streets without joseph’s boisterous hymns, without his presence such an effortless thing was it to fall victim to the fate of a self-inflicted martyr. So often would he brandish it with titles like fate &&. destiny, as if its minacious blade had hung poised at his throat since the days of grief &&. loss. never should the confessional hear the veracity that lingered upon the italian’s lips, or know of the trepidation that festered within his chest at the very prospect of losing him. he was selfish &&. as pallid fingers smeared the blood across his lips he could but accept that he was all deserving.

He should hear him first &&. foremost, for his wrath is incandescent, seethes beneath skin drawn taut in vehement frustration, in anguish, in fear but he’s preoccupied by the intensity of that expression, the mingling colours shimmering, the softest of brows drawn to pained summits. part of caesar yearns to apologize, but it would fall upon the ears of the deaf, for his actions spoken in audacity long before his any excuse could ever be forged. More than anything should he want to tell him, inform him of that which he faced alone, that which he’d christened absolutely necessary to keep from joseph, it would force his hand, seal his lips to a fate that should only further fan those lucent flames of his.

so, for now, he holds him, feels the tender warmth that has left his nights gelid &&. desolate in its wake, feels the desperation in those fingers pushing through the loose fabrics, clenching them in viced undulation. for the longest time he holds him, holds him for the same anxieties that riddled joseph, that plagued him with an ailment so often unnamed, scorched him alive; i didn’t want to lose you too, i could not bear such a thing.

“ If you had followed me,  you could have died.” composure is his imperative, for it wavers in his presence as if a brittle husk had been held together for only impending self-destruction, in only a moments notice could he have shattered beneath the sheer fervour of that gaze.  " I could not allow that to happen, Jojo. “ family matters, it was as he would have said so long ago, things that became his when his father’s name dispersed upon death’s whim; it was something he had to take care of, something he knew would be precarious… he trusted Joseph, trusted him with his life but knew, that if he were to be lost for what Caesar deemed himself responsible, never should be be able to find in himself forgiveness.

Absentmindedly he runs his fingers along joseph’s forearm, for these gentle touches, barely caressing, hold in themselves a breath of comfort, an alleviation that pervades his entirety, despite how choked sobs make it ache. ” I will not ask you to understand and if you want to hit me again, i won’t stop you.“ for he is of that deserving kind, cruel in the way he had to see him, even if in times such as these being together felt, for him at least, like an entire world away.

[jojoingjoseph]

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( the love has been grandly accepted.. and Joseph says Cecilia smells like rotten cheese and she has horrible fashion sense. FKLJFJGlgjg joseph has to be mean to stinky cheeseballs, i dont make the rules. God i love both your cute caesar and cecilia, joseph’s just an asshole but dont let that stop ya from throwing stuff at him. I love just how much they hate each other and all the shenangins that happen.

[jojoingjoseph]

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( lies. lies and baloney. thsi blog has been a mess since day 1 and I’ve just been slapping duct tape over things instead of being elitist super duper blog with like 4 px by 4 px icons and coherent pages and tags. I’m old but these joints will still pop a bone out hklNFFjlgjg Thank you so much, I love your dang blog and you keep writing the stinky cheeseball)