#she’s cute when she’s not being a Tasmanian Devil
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Just being a little bitty girl.
#leia organa#dog#puppy#shiba inu#she’s cute when she’s not being a Tasmanian Devil#she’s starting to get the the gawky teen phase
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This is my version of Loonatics unleashed. I decided to do my own version. So some major differences are.
1- The Loonatics take place in 2017 which makes it's a bit more relatable to us. I love the designs of the future but I have to admit I found it weird with all the new technology the phones still look very early 2000s 😂.
2- The looney tunes are there Great Grandparents not 300th Great grandparent.
3- Duck and Rev are Girls. I wonder how come there was only one girl in the team. There supposed to be descendants not carbon copies 😒. I mean we're they saying girls can't be descendants from boys.
4- Ace and Lexi are Fraternal twins. Guys I'm sorry I just can't seem to ship them. They are descendants of Lola and Bugs bunny who are in a canonical relationship. It's a cute ship don't get me wrong. But for me it's just weird.
5- The Loonatics are young adults. Wikipedia says there teenagers but these guys are in universitys?? There ages are. Slam and Tech 22, Ace and Lexi 20 , Rev and Danger 18.
6- Zadalvia is NICE to Danger.
7- There backstories. Starting with Slam Tasmanian.
First off he can Talk. I never understood why they gave Wiles and Roadrunner descendants talking abilities but not him.
He lived in Tasmania and has an Australian accent kinda like Hugh Jackman. Some humans said they were going to take there home unless Slam comes up with 100,000,000,000,000,000 dollars. ( Which is impossible) so he signs up for American wrestling. He goes to America but finds out it's not what he thought. However a meteor changes his life forever. He has a younger kid sister who is his biggest supporter and lived with his mom after there father walked out on the family. Loves to cook. His birthday is May 4th and yes the others do joke and say May the 4th be with you much to his annoyance. Zodiac is Taurus ♉
Next up Tech e Coyote
His backstory is kinda complicated. He was diagnosed with Asperger's when he was 4 and was often bullied to the point where he is TERRIFIED of public speaking. He has lots of stim toys and sometimes didn't feel like talking. During college he befriended a shy bullied girl names Mallory and eventually fell in love with her. Unfortunately there was an accident he caused by mistake and she ended up becoming the Mastermind. He tried with inventing again but after several accidents he was kicked out of the university. However a meteor changes his life forever. Birthday Dec 30. Zodiac Capricorn ♑.
Next up Ace and Lexi
I decided to do these two together since there twins so they basically lived the same lives. Ace is the older twin and is a daredevil who got in trouble with his parents alot. As for Lexi she was a very sweet girl who everyone liked. She was definitely the angel to aces devil personality. However this came at the cost of her getting bullied and Ace getting detention alot in high school. ( Because no one messes with a guy's younger sister especially if she is your twin) at college though he seemed to mature a bit and Lexi learned how to deal with bullies with her one passion Dancing. She loves Ballet. And Ace wanted to be a Actor like his Great Grandpa Bugs bunny. Unfortunately try outs didn't go well for either. But a Meteor changes there lives forever. There birthday is Oct. 13 making them Libras ♎
And now for everyone favorite talkative roadrunner Rev Runner.
Ok so like I said Rev is a girl runner. She had a pretty standard life. However her parents never believed she had ADHD just thinking she was faster than normal or not paying attention to them. Her younger brother Rip is 10 in this world and as far as she is concerned. She is more his mother than there own. Harriet and Ralph are pretty rich and practically use there kids to help make money. Rev being the oldest was put under a lot of pressure growing up. Ralph often would push Rev to her limits. To make things worse he was Willing to Marry her to some Creep to get more money. Luckily she got away. Unfortunately she couldn't take her brother with her. Something that still crushes her. She started work at a diner as a waitress. She was miserable until a certain meteor struck earth changing her life forever. Her birthday is Feb 1. Her Zodiac is Aquarius ♒
For the Final loonatic. My personal favorite Danger Duck
( this is the only gif of him are you kidding me 😂)
Anyway like Rev she is a Girl. And the youngest of the team. Her life wasn't exactly easy at all. Her parents were murdered in front of her by psycho clowns at age 5. Then she went through several foster homes with all of them sending her back cause she was a ' problem child'. None of them realized she was lashing out in grief. She practically grew up in the system. She had only one friend. Pinkster Pig. However when he got adopted he started changing and bullied her throughout high school. When she hit 18 she was kicked out of the orphanage and was homeless taking off jobs just so she can sleep somewhere. Her latest job and place was at a pool place. After a hard day of work. A meteor changes her life forever. Her birthday is July 25. Her Zodiac is Leo ♌
As for Zadalvia. Since she is an alien I decided to make her more like avatar. She has a striped tail. And is green skin. Her outfit is Blue. And she has Orange hair. She is 35 years old. Her backstory is pretty much the same. Except I decided to have Optimus ( I dont know how to spell his name) is possessed by the robo stuff he wears. There parents died when she was young and he became an adult. After years of ruling freleng he found a robot costume and put it on. Unfortunately it possessed him. He imprisoned his sister but she escaped with the help of a rocket. Resulting in the meteor. Her birthday is September 3. Her Zodiac is Virgo ♍.
And that's basically my version of the Loonatics hope you like them 😊
#loonatics unleashed#danger duck#rev runner#tech e coyote#lexi bunny#ace bunny#slam tasmanian#zaldavia
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when i started watching GBBO during the early days of the pandemic (like so many other people) i immediately fell in love with it against my will. it was heartwarming to find this little show where amateur bakers stretched out of their comfort zones and helped each other and learnt new things and challenged themselves. everyone was nice. everyone was lovely. it was a fantastic break from American 'reality' shows.
but somewhere along the line it...stopped being that? it stopped being about 'hey i had this creative idea i wanted to try, new flavours i haven't worked with, i hope it's agreeable' and started being about 'oh Prue likes booze, let's gin this up,' or 'Paul doesn't like matcha, that's a no-go.' it became about tailoring their bakes to what the judges might give higher marks for...in whatever Byzantine fucking system those two have; honestly it's so confusing that even when a baker follows a brief to the letter it boils down to the judges' aesthetics.
Mary Berry was at least willing to try new things, if the baker followed the brief. and she always gave encouragement, never dismissive the way Prue is turning out to be (honestly i think Prue genuinely believes that spices are meant to be in little jars on a rack so they can be admired from afar, bah).
Paul was always a wanker but when i first started watching i was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt because he was upfront about shit not being cooked all the way through, or why something didn't pass his criteria. now his fame has gone to his head, with everyone vying for his stupid goddam handshake. why? the man tears into bread like a rabid hyena whilst swearing he is an 'expert' on bread (i want to see his fucking bread degree) and just insults someone smugly. he is no help at all. if he stepped into my kitchen to evaluate bread i was baking i would wield a wooden spoon about his head and shoulders mercilessly with all the fury of a Tasmanian devil.
Noel is fine. love Noel. Matt? eh, bit of a lump. miss Mel and Sue though, really. Sandy was cute and i loved her cheekiness.
to say nothing of the cultural insensitivity of the past couple seasons (Mexican week made me cringe into my sofa), the challenges are growing so ridiculous as to be a pastiche of what GBBO used to be. ice creams! ice creams were a challenge! i don't care if it's during Custard Week, the only baked thingy was a waffle cone! no! fuck off! it ain't called the Great British Ice Cream Social!
the show's staff--and sure as shit the judges--seem to forget that these people are amateurs. they love baking, it is a beloved hobby for them. it's something that brings them joy and gives them fulfillment, and every time i hear someone say 'there's no excuse for lack of perfection' or some such bullshit i want to eat Paul and Prue's hearts in the marketplace.
this is the first season where i genuinely feel that the bakers aren't having fun. and that's fucking sad.
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Animals I associate the masters with, WITHOUT using animals the douji already have. For no reason other than I wanna have a thought experiment with myself and how I associate shit.
Mizho/michel - separately, and owl and a coyote. As a single entity, badger. American, specifically.
Owl because of cool calmness, silence, deadly observation, and it's association with death in kemetic mythos.
Coyote because of their tenacity and sheer ability to adapt and survive, also they live in monogamous pairs in the wild.
Badger because the American Badger is the second most brutal bastard weasel to exist, second to the Honey Badger. But the Honey Badger is African and doesn't have the right vibes.
Fusataro - Jaguar
Look I listened to Neon Tiger once and it ruined me, but the Tiger belongs to Sophia and Lions don't jive right. Fusataro doesn't strike me as some in-your-face king type, no pride, no big roar, but can definitely kill a black caiman with a single bite to the skull. Also Black Jaguars are just badass and regal and I love them and I love Fusataro.
Kei - Rat!
This is an unsurprising one, but it's for more than just his teeth. He cares about his family, he's skittish, but he's not defenseless. I imagine him as a little bit pack-rat like, hoarding little things that might be useful in the future. Rats are very social animals that get depressed alone and I feel like he's a poor wet rat who's stuck in a cage with an aggressive smaller male(Vice) but he deals with it because the alternative is being alone.
Lady Gekko/Rune - Luna Moth/Praying Mantis
Listen I think my reasons for this are obvious. Luna Moth-Moon-Jealousy it fits. BUT ALSO. Luna Moths, once they mature, find love and then die. Which. Yeah. That tracks. And female Praying Mantises are fucking bad ass bugs with a reputation for killing their mates. I don't think I have to explain more than that.
Hana - Honey Badger
Okay I'm writing out my thoughts process as I decide because usually I associate her with a bear cub but I'm avoiding repeating animals and a bear is Eater's. Maybe a Tasmanian Devil but that feels... Almost too easy, I guess? Or maybe she gets the Honey Badger. Yeeee. Cause maybe as she grows her two big role models are probably Mizho and Akitsu and I can absolutely see her going batshit when she hits their age.
Akira - Show-Line Dog, probably something like a Doberman
This one is kinda rough, because I definitely associate him with a young male lion, one who doesn't have a pride yet but is looking to take one over. BUT... Idk if Orghullo's animal is a lion or a foo dog so I'm playing it safe. He's definitely an intelligent animal, and not a dog who's just for looks. He definitely can use his teeth if he has to.
Sumako - Ferret
Domestic, cute, cuddly, wants to hoard her favorite people to herself. But do not forget she is a carnivore and a weasel and ferrets thrive on a whole-prey diet and watching one devour a frozen-thawed mouse is an experience I'll never forget. I want one so bad.
Kaizo - Wild Boar
And now the hardest part. The good guys......
Changed from Hamster. I don't know why, and yes I realize Gauge's animal is a boar, BUT... when I think animal aus or like the daemon au and stuff I just. Keep coming back to a boar. Something something pigs=greedy animal, wild boar=violent pigs. So. Idk.
Yamato - Golden Retriever
Probably a rescue, especially one with a bad history but still has all the love in the world. I really don't think I have to explain this one.
Sayama - Domestic Cat
Aloof, cute, loving if socialized properly(she was not, her father was Dunstan, but I digress), and cunning.
Matsumoto - Grey Fox
Kia has laid claim on the red fox, but I feel like Matsumoto, especially following her sequence with Jun, is a lot more cunning than she lets on. She's meticulous and careful, though also skittish and would rather run than confront a larger threat.
Hibari - Black Footed Wild Cat
Highest K:D Ratio of any wild cat. Extremely protective of their family. Not to be under estimated for their size. Sharp witted, deadly, and smol.
Akitsu - Maned Wolf
Pretty legs Tall, diligent for danger, not quite as deadly as they seem but still a predator.
Musashi - Donkey/Mule
Yoichi - Cavalier King Charles Spaniel
Changed from moose because. Let's be real, they're not attractive animals and it's hard to take it seriously when I'm trying to write shit.
But he's an ass.
Okay, terrible jokes aside, Donkeys and their ilk are livestock guards against canine predators like coyotes and wolves and they're merciless and stubborn as hell when they have a target. They can be loving and mischievous with their owners.
Listen I'm a dog trainer for a living and there is no animal on this planet that fits this man more than this very specific dog breed. Calm, focused, very smart, literally the perfect first-time-owner dog in my opinion. Easy going, forgiving, would give you the world if they could.
#just doing the current ones#not the dead or replacement/substitute masters#so no jun no eco etc.#ress talks#karakuridoji ultimo#karakuridouji ultimo#CHANGED#updated Kaizo and Musashi
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we all could use some lumax fluff after that second trailer (and it’s Father’s Day weekend) so I thought:
WHY NOT SHARE MY PARENTING HC’S FOR THEM?
- ok so this is loosely based on a WIP but it’s an oops baby and Max is absolutely terrified of being a mother?
- she doesn’t have many good role models of that and she constantly has doubts about whether her and Lucas could actually make it work.
- Lucas, being the oh so soft and reassuring boy that he is, hypes her up! With a slice of realism because, well, he’s a military officer. But again, they make it work.
- one baby turns out to be two and a thought about Lucas getting a vasectomy crosses Max’s mind. He talks her down and they decide to keep it at two (human offspring).
- the twins l o v e the beach, especially aj (aka little fire, right after his mama 🥹)
- true menaces to society from ages 0-5 but after? Tasmanian devils in disguise!
- Lucas tries to be responsible (90% of the time) but it’s a hit or miss when Max isn’t around. He can’t help it when they’re little tykes, babbling his name and tree-hugging his legs!
- Max makes reinvents the working-mom stereotype! It’s hard at first but she has a lot of help from her friends, especially Uncle Dusty and El-Mom 😭
that’s all my brain could conjure for right now, but I’ll be back with more!
dude these r so cute, the thought of twins never crossed my minds. max would 100% be terrified of being a parent, because she knows just how much parents matter and how much they change the outcome of the kid - she's had personal experience, with her own mom, and with b1ll7. i reckon she'd still be nervous when raising them but i think it gets better :)
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MAJOR OMORI SPOILERS!!!
Okay OMORI gang as animals go!
Sunny: a cat! He’s quiet and cute but also known to bottle up his emotions until he explodes. Many cats are like that and can’t show how there feeling until they lash out. Cats also symbolise rebirth, curiousity and elegance as well as independence. Sunny is constantly using rebirth in his dreams when he kills Basil as OMORI and is always curious even if it’s dangerous. Like how he opens the door when he hears maris voice although he knows its a trap and how he wants to know the truth even if it could hurt him in the good/Sunny ending
Basil: A bee because while he can be cute and also helps others a lot (e.g pollinating, helping everything come to fruition), he can also be a deadly little motherfucker and sting the shit out of you (CoUgH* Sunny’s eye- *cOuGh*). Bees also represent fertility, generousity, and dedication. Basil is very dedicated to his friends in the game, with him helping sunny and all but also dedicated to his friends so much that it becomes a flaw as he stays in denial over his friends murder that he will take an eye out take away who he believes is the murderer, something.
Aubrey: Tasmanian devil! While incredibly threatening in looks and has the possibility to be seriously dangerous Tasmanian devils prefer to flee. Tasmanian devils can be quite terrifying when threatened but otherwise like to avoid fights just like how in Aubrey’s attack animation, while she appears with her nail bat, never actually hits you with it out im fear of hurting you seriously. But they will attack in self Defense. Tasmanian devils represent change, righteous anger and strength along with the meaning that only you can change what’s happening now. Aubrey is angry because she believes shes been abandoned and has every right to get angry, that’s her belief. Her strength refuses to let her crumble and she lashes out instead of falling apart at this belief and takes out what she believes to be righteous fury on Basil as she believes he scratched out the photos.
Kel: sugar glider! He’s cute and adorable and also hyperactive as FUCK. Sugar gliders also mean cleverness and to do whatever they have set out to do aka determination. Kel has a lot of determination to help his friends in game. Kel is also a lot smarter than he seems and helped many through grief by his smarts of knwoing how to help others. He constantly persists through the odds and flys high like how sugar gliders do.
Hero: DOGGO! I had two for hero but thought this suited him better. Hero is a nice and calm perosn who is very sensitive to his emotions, but knows when to reign them in usually. Dogs represent loyalty, faithfulness, love and guidance as well as alertness. Often he knows when a fight is incoming and calms it down (eg aubrey and kel) and can sense when someone isn’t feeling right. He is also called universally loved in the game as he is so in tune with his surroundings and loyal to Mari and his friends. Dogs are also known to tell when the people around them are feeling certain ways and either try to cheer them up or reflect there owners emotions. He has faith in their bonds and guides the group when lost. Also the other option for him is as a peacock as well because cmon we all know he can charm others-
Mari: a hummingbird! Hummingbirds represent peace, happiness, the enjoyment of life and healing! In the game Mari is always a positive thinker and also a perfectionist. while this can make her stresssful she also reflects on this bad trait by being quite relieving when others are under stress due to experiencing such stress. In the game especially in the sunny/good ending route she is seen guiding and helping all fo the gang, especially sunny, through their healing over grief and their loss. She is the groundbreaker for sunny to find out the truth and apologise and tell this truth. She made the group happy and kept peace and tried to help then heal after her death. She is so positive that even as a ghost she influences the ones she cares about to be better.
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The Mandoverse Characters As Animals
Din Djarin - The Aye-Aye
The poor LSD monkey that’s desperate for some peace, quiet and yearns to just hide in the background. They just want to vibe and not be involved, the one-off side character. They are considered bad luck and often deemed a harbinger of death but just wants to chill.
Boba Fett - The Honey Badger
A small little beast of sheer willpower and silly ferocity. They will take on a pack of lions and bully food away from leopards. They can shrug off bullets and have the determination of meth heads. You can stick them with a machete and they’ll keep running at you - make sure that they’re dead or they’ll come back!
Fennec Shand - The Orchid Mantis
The pretty bitch with the sharpest claws. She can look like a flower, waiting for you to get lured by her beauty. Within a second, her blades slice through your body, another number to her ever-growing tally.
Greef Karga - The Platypus
An oddity to the world that’s a moral and scientific grey, neither friend nor exactly a foe. They prove to confuse those around them and those who seek them. The amalgamation of beasts have several little tricks up their sleeves, including a venomous spike on their heels if male.
Cara Dune - Giant Japanese Spider Crab
The embodiment of “fuck that” with a side of “hell no”. This beastie can make others step away with its appearance alone. Would probably be the mount for the Orchid Mantis to war.
Ahsoka Tano - Spiny Bush Viper
A being of sheer beauty rivalled by lethality. Though of the snake order, they are a league of their own. It is best to be respectful of this beast, to leave it be unless you want a pair of white fangs in your chest.
Moff Gideon - The Okapi
An elusive bastard that many thought to have not existed or gone extinct, only to shove their stripy ass in your face. They’re the Skeletor of wild animals, deceiving people into thinking that they’re zebra when they’re actually stumpy giraffes.
Peli Motto - The Maned Wolf
Not a dog in the slightest, nor a fox or a wolf - they’re in a league of their own. Nobody is as unique or eccentric as this beastie. Though they have marijuana smelling piss, it’s quirkiness is a freshness we all need.
Bo-Katan Kyrze - The Asian Snub-Nosed Monkey
If the meme “Pathetic” was an animal, it would be one of these frigid bitches. A poor example for gingers everywhere and insults the monkey lineage. The Aye-Aye deserves a better monkey cousin than these snubs.
Koska Reeves - Bat-Eared Fox
Hears a lot of shit and talks a lot more. Though not scientifically a rival, they’d have a staring contest with the Honey Badger. They look cute but will bite your nards away.
Paz Vizsla - The Marine Iguana
A lizard so high maintenance that you can’t even have them in zoos. If they don’t get exactly what they want, they die out of sheer spite.
Cad Bane - Mantis Shrimp
Not only are they the fastest hit in the west, these devas can’t even be kept in aquariums due to punching their glass tanks. Even if they don’t hit you directly, the water around them boils to a point you just perish. They’re a colourful cowboy that’ll dab on your remains because screw you.
Cobb Vanth - Margay
An elusive and secretive little sweetie that’ll make you fall in love with a stare. With a flick of their tail, you’ll discover that you’re a silver fox and kiss this dear upon their forehead. We’d love for them to have a tiktok dance.
The Armourer - The Tasmanian Devil
Though small, these devils are as fierce as they come. They fear nothing and will screech at whatever comes near. They’re so ferocious that they’ve been known to even eat steel wool.
Black Krrsantan - Komodo Dragon
If nature ever developed a middle finger, it would be this beast. Not only is their mouth filled with bateria, they’re venemous. This fortnite dance of an animal will run you down be you on land or water. Even the dead aren’t safe as they dig up graves for an easy snack. Their own children aren’t safe, often swooped up and hunted by their own parents.
Grogu Djarin - Hippopotamus
Though certainly adorable, especially when a baby, they’re actually the deadliest animals. They have the power to yeet you through a tree with minimal effort and are far faster than you’d think.
#star wars#characters as animals#the book of boba fett#the mandalorian#ahsoka#boba fett#din djarin#cad bane#bo-katan kyrze#paz vizsla#the armourer#cobb vanth#koska reeves#moff gideon#peli motto#Ahsoka Tano#cara dune#fennec shand#greef karga#grogu#grogu djarin#black krrsantan
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-SCHOOL MATES-
PROFILES:
No. 01
Name: Banbi
Age: 13
Birthday: October 27
Occupation: Middle school student
Gender: Female
Blood type: B
Likes: Strawberries
Dislikes: Drawings of strawberries
Hobby: Watching baseball matches
Plans to use the Groovetron for: Getting a baseball playing high school student for boyfriend.
Worries: About being short
Personality: I don't like liars
Special skills: I'm fast so...stealing bases, maybe?
Collects: Pro baseball players trading cards
Dream: To become a pro athlete!
Respects: Ichiro (baseball player)
Releases stress by: Eating strawberry parfaits
Favorite word/phrase: Sayonara Homerun
When drunk... I'm a minor, I can't drink
With 1 million yen... I'd like to go to see a Major League match...
Quotient: Anti-Giants quotient: 90 (but I like Uehara)
Epilogue: After becoming No.1 Dancer Banbi thought a lot,
and eventually gave up on getting a baseball playing high school student for boyfriend,
deciding to have her middle school officially recognize the dance club.
"I want a baseball playing high school student for boyfriend, but dancing with everyone is the most exciting thing of all"
What kind of dance club will captain Banbi create?
No. 02
Name: Candy
Age: 16
Birthday: July 2
Occupation: Middle school student (flunked once)
Gender: Female
Blood type: O
Likes: Ultimate (sport)
Dislikes: Videogames
Hobby: Body building
Plans to use the Groovetron for: Getting a macho guy as boyfriend
Worries: I don't really think much.
Personality: Instead of worrying or fretting over something, forgetting about it seems easier to me.
Special skills: I can bench press 120 kg.
Collects: Hmm, I collect proteins but...
Dream: Becoming a pretty bride
Respects: Arnold Schwarzenegger
Releases stress by: Muscle training
Favorite word/phrase: Simple, "focus!"
When drunk... Drinking weakens muscles, so I don't do it.
With 1 million yen... I'd like to learn Brazilian Ju-Jitsu.
Quotient: Muscle-brained quotient: 92
Epilogue: She forgot completely about the Groovetron's existence,
and left it on the train when getting off at her station.
"Aaaahh!!! I forgot it!!!!...oh well, I'll try again next time."
Her fighting spirit keeps burning strong.
No. 03
Name: Betty
Age: 13
Birthday: September 14
Occupation: Middle school student
Gender: Female
Blood type: A
Likes: Aojiru ("green juice" a healthy but very bitter vegetable drink)
Dislikes: Nerds
Hobby: Gardening
Plans to use the Groovetron for: having the school acknowledge the dance club as official
Worries: About my frail body, maybe.
Personality: ...I'm a crybaby, a little.
Special skills: Paragliding
Collects: MEISSEN porcelain.
Dream: To have a love story just like "Roman Holiday"
Respects: Audrey Hepburn
Releases stress by: Drinking herb tea
Favorite word/phrase: Natural
When drunk... Alcohol is bad.
With 1 million yen... I'd like to go on a trip by myself.
Quotient: Kindness quotient: 97
Epilogue: After becoming No.1 dancer, Betty without hesitation
prayed to the Groovetron for the dance club to be
officially acknowledged by her school.
"I beg of you, please make our dance club official"
The winner of the following year's national middle school
dance tourney was indeed Betty's dance club.
No. 04
Name: Olive
Age: 14
Birthday: April 30
Occupation: Middle school student
Gender: Female
Blood type: B
Likes: Tasmanian devils
Dislikes: Purikura
Hobby: Cooking
Plans to use the Groovetron for: Collect cute animals from all over the world
Worries: It's hard taking care of my little brothers and sisters (we are 7 in all)
Personality: Serious, considered reliable by everyone.
Special skills: Hand-made cooking
Collects: Bell marks (From products marked with a bell mark. Part of the profits go to a foundation supporting special schools/institutes that need funds)
Dream: To be a cook
Respects: Ayrton Senna
Releases stress by: Watching F1 races late at night.
Favorite word/phrase: 50% discount
When drunk... I don't like alcohol.
With 1 million yen... I'd like to go to a hot spring resort with my family.
Quotient: Good daughter quotient: 86
Epilogue: Olive couldn't decide whether to pray the Groovetron for
the dance club to be acknowledged as official, or for it
to gather lots of cute animals for her.
"I would be the only one raising the animals...but we all
worked hard together, so let's make our club an official one"
At present the club has more than 100 members and Olive
is very busy training the younger ones.
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Watched As You Are
Next big step on my Heaton Marathon!
Overall: 7.5/10
It’s a very heartfelt, emotional story with good characters that are acted very well. The movie is shot and produced to a very high quality. However, the story can get muddled at points, and it’s kind of predictable. The ending and characters also leave a little to be desired.
Even So! Definitely recommend! It is worth your time.
Thoughts before, during, and after below. (Spoilers)
Before:
-This is THE Charlie Heaton movie to see, apparently.
-This also has a lot of emotion, I’ve heard. I don’t to cry, but I probably will.
During:
-I hate my internet sometimes. Load!
-There’s the Boy! With... a split lip and a wonderful black eye. Perfect.
-Who the hell just got shot?!
-I like the filming of this already! Very nice.
-Jack is a sad boi.
-Who sucks at skateboarding...
-I like the mom character, she’s super sweet!
-Very accurate family dinner. (Read: awkward as all hell)
-The chemistry is already there for the teens and adults.
-This boy is PINING already, oh my lord. Cleaning his room like the Tasmanian Devil. It’s cute.
-Oh God! The parents REALLY hit off.
-Calm down dad, he’s being a dork at the table, chill.
-A pair of delinquents I see.
-Mark is adorable! However, considering his actor, that’s more than understandable.
-Nice job guys. Got your asses kicked.
-Jack no happy with spin the bottle, but the other two are ;)
-Sarah is so cute! I love her.
- ~Polyamory~
- I’ve never been the type to take my friends shooting, but there are worse things to do, I guess.
-Wait, moving is a huge step, this seems fast.
-Teamwork makes the dream work, bitch!
-Someone died? Why is this a big deal?
-Who is Kurt? Did I miss something? I might have. I have trouble paying attention.
-I’ve read to many fanfics to not know where “Kissing Lessons” are gonna go. There’s no way it doesn’t.
-There we go!
-Mark hitting his head on the box should not be that funny.
-Two halves of a whole idiot. I like the dynamic.
-Don’t slap your kid, you fucker!
-Three dorks at a lake. Perfect.
-The slow-mo hug under the water *chef’s kiss*
-Dad back tf off! I hate yelling... I cry when people yell at me.
-Skipping again!- You guys are idiots.
-Oh, that’s so cute and tender...
-Cheek kiss and run off... oh, this movie. I’m gonna need fix it fanfiction after this, I just know it.
-You’re a bastard, Dad. I hate you.
-Watching porn... great.
-Oh, no! Stop it! Don’t touch him!
-Is mom high? omg.
-You’re so pretty, Sarah...
-Polyamory! C’mon!
-Mark don’t! Go with Jack and Sarah, pls.
-Don’t touch the dildo, I swear to god.
-Why is there a detective...?
-Yes! You love each other!
-Accident? Oh no. Mark, no, please.
-Poor Jack, just break his heart.
-Oh, Jack did it! Oh, shit!
-No...
-Ouch! That was painful! He’s dead. He’s completely dead!
-Oh... nevermind.
-I’m scared, what’s gonna happen?
-”Rest my head” Aww.
-I... was right. Poor Mark.
-That looks rough, yikes.
- “I wish you were a girl.” *Screams in heartbreak*
-You’re putting it on wrong... and I’m surprised that dress fits you that well.
-Jack, what happened?
-Mark, don’t! No, wait! Stop it! This isn’t play time!
-NO! NO! NO! You fucking idiot!
-It ends right there?! Are you fucking joking me?!
-”Asshole 1″ and “Asshole 2″ in the credits. Nice.
After:
-I see what the fuss is about.
-All the actors were great, the characters had a ton of chemistry, and it was made very well.
-I was close, but I didn’t cry.
-I do have some issues. I kinda wish there was more of an ending to see what happened to Jack. Also Sarah didn’t really have much of an arc at all. She just felt like she was there. Like, she could’ve been replaced by a series of cookie cutter girls for the guys to have to pretend to be straight and nothing would’ve been lost. I did enjoy watching her, which partly makes up for it, but she could’ve been better. The plot is confusing at points as well. At the beginning, it took me a second to figure out where it was in time.
-The emotion of the movie carries it, and that’s the part worth seeing. The heartbreak and love felt genuine. It’s more about watching these two boys figure themselves out and not about being challenged as an audience.
-7.5/10. Not as good as Marrowbone, but more than worth your time. I really do understand how people love this movie, even if it’s not my favorite.
#butterfly speaks#movie review#as you are#charlie heaton#owen campbell#amandla stenberg#7.5/10#i recommend
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DS2001 TRANSLATED BIOS
these will all be queued up n posted throughout today
i do not remeber where i found them, my apologies
the first ones are the school mates!!
Team School Mates
No. 01
Name Banbi
Age 13
Birthday 27 October
Occupation Middle school student
Gender Female
Blood type B
Likes Strawberries
Dislikes Drawings of strawberries
Hobby Watching baseball matches
Plans to use the Groovetron for Getting a baseball playing high school student for boyfriend
Worries About being short
Personality I don't like liars
Special skills I'm fast so...stealing bases, maybe?
Collects Pro baseball players trading cards
Dream To become a pro athlete!
Respects Ichiro (baseball player)
Releases stress By eating strawberry parfaits
Favorite word/phrase Sayonara Homerun
When drunk... I'm a minor, I can't drink
With 1 million yen... I'd like to go to see a Major League match...
Quotient Anti-Giants quotient: 90 (but I like Uehara)
Epilogue: After becoming No.1 Dancer Banbi thought a lot, and eventually gave up on getting a baseball playing high school student for boyfriend, deciding to have her middle school officially recognize the dance club. "I want a baseball playing high school student for boyfriend, but dancing with everyone is the most exciting thing of all"
What kind of dance club will captain Banbi create?
No. 02
Name Candy
Age 16
Birthday July 2
Occupation Middle school student (flunked once)
Gender Female
Blood type O
Likes Ultimate (sport)
Dislikes Videogames
Hobby Body building
Plans to use the Groovetron for Getting a macho guy as boyfriend
Worries I don't really think much.
Personality Instead of worrying or fretting over something, forgetting about it seems easier to me.
Special skills I can bench press 120 kg.
Collects Hmm, I collect proteins but...
Dream Becoming a pretty bride
Respects Arnold Schwarzenegger
Releases stress by Muscle training
Favorite word/phrase Simple, "focus!"
When drunk... Drinking weakens muscles, so I don't do it.
With 1 million yen... I'd like to learn Brazilian Ju-Jitsu.
Quotient Muscle-brained quotient: 92
Epilogue: She forgot completely about the Groovetron's existence, and left it on the train when getting off at her station. "Aaaahh!!! I forgot it!!!!...oh well, I'll try again next time." Her fighting spirit keeps burning strong.
No. 03
Name Betty
Age 13
Birthday September 14
Occupation Middle school student
Gender Female
Blood type A
Likes Aojiru ("green juice" a healthy but very bitter vegetable drink)
Dislikes Nerds
Hobby Gardening
plans to use the Groovetron for having the school acknowledge the dance club as official
Worries About my frail body, maybe.
Personality ...I'm a crybaby, a little.
Special skills Paragliding
Collects MEISSEN porcelain.
Dream To have a love story just like "Roman Holiday"
Respects Audrey Hepburn
Releases stress by Drinking herb tea
Favorite word/phrase Natural
When drunk... Alcohol is bad.
With 1 million yen... I'd like to go on a trip by myself.
Quotient Kindness quotient: 97
Epilogue: After becoming No.1 dancer, Betty without hesitation
prayed to the Groovetron for the dance club to be officially acknowledged by her school. "I beg of you, please make our dance club official" The winner of the following year's national middle school dance tourney was indeed Betty's dance club.
No. 04
Name Olive
Age 14
Birthday April 30
Occupation Middle school student
Gender Female
Blood type B
Likes Tasmanian devils
Dislikes Purikura
Hobby Cooking
Plans to use the Groovetron for Collect cute animals from all over the world
Worries It's hard taking care of my little brothers and sisters (we are 7 in all)
Personality Serious, considered reliable by everyone.
Special skills Hand-made cooking
Collects Bell marks (From products marked with a bell mark. part of the profits go to a foundation supporting special schools/institutes that need funds)
Dream To be a cook
Respects Ayrton Senna
Releases stress by Watching F1 races late at night.
Favorite word/phrase 50% discount
When drunk... I don't like alcohol.
With 1 million yen... I'd like to go to a hot spring resort with my family.
Quotient Good daughter quotient: 86
Epilogue: Olive couldn't decide whether to pray the Groovetron for the dance club to be acknowledged as official, or for it to gather lots of cute animals for her. "I would be the only one raising the animals...but we all worked hard together, so let's make our club an official one" At present the club has more than 100 members and Olive is very busy training the younger ones.
-jason (did i mention i got my copy of the game yesterday? heres the school mates)
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If Brawlers were Animals: Part One!
Rules: No obvious typings. I'm not allowed to use animals that
The character has motifs of in their default appearance, like Piper with Butterflies and Mortis with Bats.
Are animal skins/Line skins like Tanuki Jessie, Sally Leon, Neko Bea.
Are pets (Mike's Canary, Gale's Snake)
Are their actual animal. (Crow, Ruffs)
Because those are too obvious. I want a challenge. I'll also include a brief description explaining why I see them as such. I think that's it. Plain and simple. With that, let's begin.
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Jacky: Rabbit. The way she hops along is, of course, how rabbits move. And have you ever seen a rabbit temper tantrum? When rabbits get mad, they stomp their hind legs to show how they feel- it's literally just her regular attacks. There's also her pigtails, and the fact that she drills into the earth? Burrowing bunny.
Colt: Red Panda. The gorgeous coloring just makes me think of him- usually I try and find more in depth explanations, but I can't think of another animal for him. He's pretty. He knows it, you know it, and he knows you know it.
Bibi: Tasmanian Devil. She's small and occasionally temperamental and surely packs a wallop. Also, the cute shade of pink in its ears and open mouth reminds me of her bubblegum.
Sandy: Maine Coon/Ragdoll Cat mix. If you think Sandy isn't a cat... well, that's your opinion and I respect that. Anyway, this sleepy boy loves snoozing in the sun, he's very strong but he would honestly prefer to just chill 99% of the time. Maine Coons are known for being good at hunting. Ragdoll cats, if you can imagine, are cats that show their affection by going limp when picked up by someone they trust. It's very adorable.
Shelly: Tiger. Maybe it's cheating a little bit, because she has her pet cat.. but that's only a regular house cat. Tigers are big cats. She's strong, extremely ferocious and beautiful. Don't mess with her. Tigers are also known to represent anger, so I'm sure that's fitting. Also, skulks around in bushes, and aren't Shelly mains endangered too? :p
Spike: Porcupine. Is there much to explain here? Cute, but not a good idea to touch. Also waddles along. Did you know it's possible to pet a porcupine? Build trust with the little guy and mind the quills, but please. Try. For him. (Not really--)
Rosa: Kangaroo. She's tough and likes fighting. She's a boxer, but I think the powerful kangaroo is a good fit for her. Maybe she's a kick-boxer? Lol. Also, for bonus points, while she does carry around Vinny on her back (my name for the pink plant, for anyone who hasn't seen that headcanon of mine-), mother Kangaroos carry around their offspring.
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Everything
Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader
Word count: 722
Warnings: Sadness, crying, lots of crying, comfort.
Author’s note: Drabble. Well. This is how I feel today. This was how I felt when I got almost the same news, just over a phone call instead, last year.
I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides the reader and her dog, who are figments of my imagination.
MASTERLIST
Feedback is appreciated.
The doctor’s words didn’t reach you. A high-pitched ringing tone was deafening in your ears. Your vision became blurry at the edges and moved towards the middle of your sight. The doctor’s mouth moved in slow-motion. Then everything went black.
When you came to yourself again, you were lying on the sofa in the doctor’s office. A worried look from him and a nurse. As you realized what he had told you mere moments before, the tears formed in your eyes and started slowly to stream down your cheeks. Then it was like someone had opened the tap on full and the tears kept coming. You were sobbing in the nurse’s arms for at least 15 minutes. She was trying to comfort you, but it was no use. You dried your tears away, thanked them both, signed some papers and left the office, practically ran out the hospital-building towards your car. You debated with yourself whether it was a good idea to drive home while being mad at the world, but you didn’t want people in public transport to see you with tear-stained eyes. You didn’t need the pitying looks or people to try to comfort you when all you needed was to be alone.
The drive home was cruel. Everything around you was reminding you of what had just happened at the doctor’s office. You prayed that your boyfriend of less than a year wasn’t home, but with how luck had abandoned you that day, he was, sitting on the sofa with his big fluffy dog watching a programme about the Tasmanian Devils. If you hadn’t been upset, you would have joined him and cooed over the little cute devils and tried to mimic the sounds they made. But you were not in the mood. Instead, you walked past the living room towards the bedroom. Your own dog was lazily hanging out on your bed.
You removed your clothes and threw them around the room. Letting your pent-up frustrations out. It didn’t work. You walked to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. First, the warm water soothed your aching joints, but your mind was yelling at you, willing you to think about what the doctor had told you. Tears dripped down towards the tiles. You started sobbing. Then wailed as you sat down with your knees up to your chest. Your entire body shook. Your entire world had been turned upside down, again. At such a young age, you weren’t ready to be orphaned. Your mother already having passed a few years before, and now your father was going to slowly fade away.
Henry walked in. He turned off the water and wrapped you in a big soft towel. He didn’t say anything. He knew. He understood that you didn’t need him talking. You only needed to feel his comforting presence. You hadn’t wanted to bother him with your family problems, but as your boyfriend he wanted to know, he wanted to be there for you, he wanted to hear about all your family problems, drama, happiness, everything.
Henry lifted you into his arms and walked towards your bed, where both your dogs already were waiting. They lifted their heads, your dog whimpered, as Henry sat down and leaned against the headboard. He pulled you to him, not caring that his shirt would get soaked from your wet hair. He wrapped his big arms around you. His warmth made you stop shaking. The soothing sound of his heartbeat against your ear calmed you. After a while, you finally stopped sobbing. You had no more tears to give. He kissed your forehead and rocked you back and forth. The motion making you feel secure and safe. It was what it took for you to get yourself back together.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I should have been there.” Henry whispered.
“I thought my family problems were that, my problems. But I can’t bear these problems alone. Not anymore. I can’t do it alone. It’s too hard.”
“You’re not alone anymore. You have me. I will always be there for you. I will always be your support. I will always help you in any way I can. I will always love you. So please, share everything with me.”
It was the beginning of a very long evening, but you told him everything.
#Henry Cavill#Henry Cavill x reader#Henry Cavill x female reader#Story#Fanfiction#Everything#My story#Mine#Flash Fiction#henry cavill fanfic
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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 24
Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC
Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.
Word Count: 7,564
FIRST CHAPTER || PREVIOUS CHAPTER || NEXT CHAPTER
Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!
When I awoke, Mother was gone. It made sense, seeing as how daylight was streaming in through the bedroom window now and I could hardly have expected her to stay all night with me. She'd probably left not too long after I'd nodded off.
Part of me wondered if she had ever really been there in the first place or if I had simply dreamed the whole thing up. It'd all just been so weird. Mother hadn't been that… well, motherly towards me in over a decade. It was a long lost part of our relationship that I'd dearly missed, so I wouldn't have put it past my subconscious mind to cook something like that up while I was dreaming especially now that I was back in my childhood bedroom where such old memories could be sparked. But no, I was still in my dress I'd worn for dinner yesterday evening and I wouldn't have gone to bed without changing first, not unless Mother had actually been here.
But that still begged the question: why her sudden and unexpected change in behavior after all this time?
Maybe… it had something to do with the wedding? Maybe me running out on it and disappearing for weeks without a word had taken its toll on her even more so than I'd ever realized? If so, then her little visit last night had probably just been a… a moment of weakness, and a fleeting one at that. Why else would she have waited until we were away from Father's and Grandfather's prying eyes? Once we were back around them, not to mention the rest of the family, her usual mask would probably be firmly back in place again. She would be prim and proper, cold and reserved, just like she'd been for years now and it would be like those precious few moments last night had never happened.
...or maybe I was being overly pessimistic. Maybe now I had an ally in Mother where I'd previously thought to have had none. Maybe The Talk™ tomorrow wouldn't be as bad as I feared, not if I had her and Anna on my side.
But honestly, who knew? Who ever knew anything really when it came to my family? I certainly didn't. Not anymore. Not for a long time.
All I could do was wait and see and hope the anxiety didn't murder me in the meantime.
I climbed out of bed, grimacing at my reflection in the vanity mirror, at what a rumpled mess my dress had become overnight. This was the second time this week I'd slept in a garment that wasn't meant to be slept in. This was dangerously on the verge of forming into a habit. I really needed to stop. Sighing, I started walking towards my luggage so I could dig out something fresh to wear. However, I was halted in my tracks by a knock at my door.
I hesitated in answering it, giving my appearance another once over in the mirror.
This time, my reflection responded with a wrinkle of her nose.
Ugh, everyone's a critic.
Ah well, there was nothing for it. No amount of hand smoothing would make this dress fit to be seen and I wasn't about to make whoever it was wait for me to change. Tossing my frazzled braid back over my shoulder, I moved towards the door and opened it just wide enough for me to poke a head out.
"Mornin', El!" Lea beamed down at me, looking far more presentable than I on day two of his whole rebel-without-a-cause aesthetic he had going on.
I smiled back with a soft, "Good morning."
Dipping into a bow, he swept a hand out to one side, "I've come to escort thee to breakfast forthwith, m'lady."
"My my, we'll make a gentleman out of you yet," I hummed a chuckle.
He scoffed with a big theatrical sniff. "My word, I say, perish the fucking thought!"
"Shoot, you were this close," I snorted with a shake of my head. "Just give me a quick minute to change."
Before I could shut the door however, he stopped me with his hand lightly snagging mine. "But why? You already look as gorgeous as ever this morning."
I stubbornly ignored the tiny flutter I felt inside my ribcage. Didn't he realize it was a bit silly to be pulling the whole googly-eyed boyfriend routine when it was just the two of us? Maybe he was just getting into character early before we went down into the dining room. I rolled my eyes, "Oh yeah, gorgeous enough to make Mother pale, Father choke, and Grandfather faint."
Smirking, Lea said, "All I'm hearing are a ton of pros and a whole lotta nada for the cons column."
My eyelids drooped but before I could reply, there was a sudden shout from down the hall, "Ah-ha! There you are!" A blur zoomed towards us, attaching itself to Lea's arm.
Or rather, herself, seeing as how it was Anna.
So… the prodigal sister had at last graced me with her presence.
"I thought I might find you here," she grinned up at Lea, who just blinked down at her in response. Then she directed that grin my way, "Hi, Sis! Bye, Sis! Alright, big guy, let's go!" She charged off once more, dragging Lea with her. Or rather… she tried to anyway. But I imagine Lea could be quite the anchor when he didn't want to move, so instead the hold she had on his elbow ended up snapping her back like a rubberband.
I quirked an eyebrow at her. "What's the rush, Anna?"
"Yeah, short stuff, where's the fire?" Lea asked.
"We gotta get you ready!" Again, she gave another tug of his arm.
Again, he didn't budge. "For…?"
"For a beautiful day out on the water," she stated as if it were obvious. We both stared at her blankly and she huffed. "We're going yachting!"
Both eyebrows shot up Lea's forehead. "We? As in you and me?"
"And Elsa," she added, stomping over to Lea's other side and pressing her shoulder into his arm, trying to shove him into moving. It was kind of like watching a chihuahua attempt to out muscle a great dane. Just as effective too. Panting from the exertion, she tacked on, "And Maren and Ryder too."
"Oh, okay," Lea nodded, then frowned. "...and Maren and Ryder would be?"
"Our cousins," I said before furrowing my brow at Anna. "Wait, they're here? Since when?"
"Since an hour ago," she grunted, still pushing all her weight against Lea and getting nowhere, her feet sliding and scraping against the carpet. "Auntie Yelena showed up early with them. Now Mom and Dad want to shoo us young'uns out of the house so we won't be in the way while this whole place is turned upside down by party prep chaos. So," she paused, red-faced and puffing for breath before brightening, "figured we could take Daddy's yacht out for a lil spin!"
Lea cocked his head, "Still don't get why you're trying t- oof, hey now!" David (aka Anna) had managed to catch Goliath (aka Lea) off guard by ramming her shoulder into his side, forcing him to stagger a step. "-why you're trynta kidnap me," he finished in a grumble.
Stepping back from him, she crossed her arms and fixed him with a dull stare. "...did you pack swim shorts?"
"Well no, but I didn't know we were gonna-"
"Exactly!" she cried triumphantly, latching onto his elbow once more. "So we're gonna go borrow you some from Ryder!"
"You coulda just said that in the firs-" his words were swallowed in a yelp as she suddenly bolted, this time managing to haul Lea tripping and stumbling behind her.
"Be ready to go in fifteen minutes, Sis! Meet us in the driveway! See ya there!" Anna's voice echoed down the corridor back towards me in their wake.
I called after her, "But breakfast-"
"We'll pick something up on the way!"
...she was still acting so very strange.
Sure, she was always a ball of energy, but normally she'd let me talk more than that before making a break for it. It'd almost felt like she couldn't get away from me fast enough. I knew she'd been in a hurry, but getting Lea seaworthy hardly called for the state of emergency she was making it out to be.
Now more than ever, I was determined to get to the bottom of her odd behavior. Luckily for me, Anna had slipped up and made the error of trapping us on a boat together for the next several hours. And even if said boat was a yacht, there still weren't exactly a lot of places for her to hide from me on it.
She couldn't possibly keep avoiding me there.
My mistake.
Anna very well could keep avoiding me here and in fact had been doing so successfully for the past hour. It was not a matter of whether or not she had places to hide so much as she just never seemed to stay still for more than ten seconds. She'd always kind of been the cartoon Tasmanian Devil given human form, but now she was that on friggin' steroids. Just a constant whirl of chaos that was always on the move.
"I'm flying, Jack!"
Then, of course, there was the fact that I had to put up with this dork.
I hung my head with a sigh from my position behind Lea, my hands gingerly holding his hips as he stood proudly at the bow of the yacht with his arms spread out wide to either side of him. "You know, this wasn't exactly what I had pictured when you said you wanted to reenact that one scene from Titanic."
He glanced over his shoulder at me with a toothy grin. "You wanna swapsies? I can let you be Rose for a bit!"
"...I'm good, thanks."
"Suit yourself! You're seriously missing out though," he shrugged, stepping down off the raised rim of the boat and onto the cushioned bench seating, using it like a staircase to get himself to the floor. The salty breeze played with his shirt on his way down - a very loose short-sleeved button-up that only had one button fastened in the middle, so peeks at his muscled torso were not uncommon and could be rather, hrm… distracting. The swim trunks he'd borrowed from my cousin were just shy of his knees and were a deep red with black silhouettes like palm trees at sunset.
His flip-flops hit the deck and he spun around, offering me a hand to help me down as well. Smiling my thanks, I gripped the wide brim of my beach hat with one hand while the other took his. My strappy sandals landed on the hardwood beside him, careful not to step on the hem of my long, strapless cover-up dress made of a thin, billowy white fabric that barely hinted at the blue two-piece I wore underneath it. It was a beachwear ensemble I'd left behind at my parents' home years ago. A good thing too since like Lea, I hadn't exactly planned for a yacht outing when packing my bags for this weekend.
"So," Lea chirped as he released my hand, "now that we've gotten that important and thoroughly pressing bit o' business outta the way, what's next on our lil agenda?"
My lips pursed to one side before I decided, "Let's try and find Anna."
Though there was really no try about it. Finding her wasn't the hard part. Getting her to stay and actually talk to me was. Still, I was on a mission!
Mission Make Anna Open Up About Whatever The Heck Her Problem With Me Is.
...I really needed to get better at naming these things.
As I turned to give a quick glance around the yacht, first person I spotted was Maren - short for Honeymaren, but she hated the name with a bloody passion and did her best to bury that info in the hopes that it would never again see the light of day. She stood not far off next to the ship's mini bar under the shade of the awning. Her dark hair was pulled back into a braid and she was sporting a purple swimsuit with a matching sarong.
The thing that stood out most however were the cheap, plastic star-shaped sunglasses currently perched on the bridge of her nose. They were particularly eye catching given that, one, she hadn't had them on a moment ago and, two, they were probably just about the last things one would expect to see her wearing. She seemed just as surprised to discover them on her face as I was, given the way she removed and squinted at them with a bemused smirk.
I could hear Lea's flip-flopping footsteps following behind me as I walked towards her. Arching an eyebrow, I pointed at the things, "Where'd those come from?"
"Ask Lil Miss Sunglasses Fairy over there," she laughed, popping them back on before jerking a thumb over her shoulder towards the helm. There Ryder stood manning the steering wheel in his yellow, turtle-print trunks, the sunlight gleaming off his short black hair. It looked like he too had recently received a visit from this so-called Sunglasses Fairy, for he was now (quite bewilderedly) modeling a pair of shades with big, cartoony red lips for frames.
Ah, and here the Sunglasses Fairy herself came now, her auburn pigtail braids flapping wildly about as she skipped towards us in her bright green bikini and boyshorts. Not to be left out of the latest fashion trend of her own making, Anna had on a pair herself shaped like flowers. And in her hands were-
"For you, oh dearest Sis of mine, I've saved the best for last!" she happily declared, sliding the shades with neon pink heart lenses onto my nose.
Joy.
Lea looked down at me and snerked, biting back a grin.
Boy didn't know how close he was to getting his arm pinched for such impudence.
Anna gave a small pout, "Sorry, Lea, but I only have four."
"No problemo. El and I can just share," he chuckled, stealing mine and donning them himself, waggling his eyebrows at me as he leaned back and propped his elbows against the boat railing.
Ugh, I wasn't sure what was more annoying: that he actually looked pretty good in them or the fact that he knew it and was being smug about it.
"Charming," I deadpanned before looking back at Anna. "Where'd you even get these silly things from?"
"Oh, I bought them all ages ago from one of those shack shops by the dock," she tossed a hand back towards the shoreline. "I've been keeping them hidden away for a special occasion."
My head tipped to one side. "...and that special occasion would be?"
She tapped a finger to her chin, "Hmm… Ah! National Fun In The Sun Day, of course!"
I gave her a flat look. "That is neither national nor an actual holiday."
"Is too!" Her chest puffed up as she planted her fists on her hips, "I'm the captain of this here dinghy and what the captain says, goes!"
"You can't just make up holidays, that's not how captains work," I crossed my arms.
"Yeah-huh! I'm the captain and I say so!"
"But-" I stopped myself, pinching the bridge of my nose. Just let it go, Elsa, otherwise we'll just keep going around in circles like this all day. "Nevermind. I was hoping, Captain, that maybe you and I could have a minute to-"
"Move over, Ryder! It's my turn to steer!"
Annnnd off she zipped again.
I had half a mind to chase after her but with the way things were going, I feared she might swan dive off the side of the yacht just to get away from me.
"What's wrong, El?" Lea frowned before taking off the heart shades and offering them to me. "Want these back? I hear rose-colored glasses make everything better."
I mustered a weak smile at that, arms hugging myself as I leaned back against the metal rail beside him and muttered, "Thanks but no thanks."
Perching the sunglasses atop his head now, he asked, "Seriously, why the long face?"
"...it's Anna," I grimaced, reaching for a tendril of my ponytail to twist between my fingers as I watched Ryder join his sister at the mini bar. They were just barely out of earshot so I couldn't hear whatever they were laughing and shaking their heads over. "She's mad at me or… something, I don't know. All I know is she won't talk to me, not really. Every time I try, something always comes up and she runs off."
Lea glanced towards where Anna stood valiantly at the helm, one hand holding the steering wheel steady while the other shielded her eyes against the sun. "Huh… now that ya mention it, it does seem like she's been avoiding you, doesn't it?"
"You've noticed it too?" So it wasn't all just in my head. Not sure if that made me feel better or worse.
"Maybe a lil," he nodded. Pushing himself off the rail, he turned to stand in front of me now. "But mad? Nah, I don't think so. She seems far too chipper for that." Lea rubbed a curled finger to his chin, "Maybe she's actually sad about something but doesn't wanna worry you so is just… trying to put on a brave front? Or she could have something important she wants to talk to you about but is too scared?"
"But that's ridiculous, Anna knows she can always talk to me about anyth-"
"Hard to starboard!" came a sudden shout from my sister before she jerked the wheel into a spin.
The yacht whipped around in a sharp turn, throwing Lea into a stumble towards me. I gasped, bringing up a hand to stop him while turning my head away and squeezing my eyes shut, waiting for impact.
But it never came.
Cracking open one eyelid then the other, I discovered he'd managed to catch himself by grabbing the railing to either side of me.
"Whew!" he grinned, looming mere inches over me, "That was close!"
...wait… my hand was still raised… and touching… something…
I slowly, reluctantly lowered my gaze towards it.
Only to have my face all but burst into flames and practically blast steam out of my ears.
For behold! There, my hand, in all its brazen glory, had found its way into Lea's unbuttoned shirt and that was without a doubt a big, heaping helping of man boob it was groping right now.
...very nice, delightfully sculpted man boob. Firm yet… soft, somehow? No, soft wasn't the right word… ah, supple! Yes, that was what I-
Now was not the time to be debating word choice!
Not while my friggin' hand was still on his bare friggin' chest.
Gah, what was wrong with me?! I really needed to stop sexually harassing the guy who had zero interest in dating at the moment!
Okay, remain calm, Elsa. Maybe he hasn't even noticed it yet. Maybe if I just discreetly removed it, he'd never even have to know it'd been there in the first place. Alright, easy does it… careful now, just take it one small step at a time… first lift the palm off… okay, good! Now the thumb… perfect. And up goes the pinky… then the next one… and the next… just the index finger to go-
Oh. My. God. Did I just goddamn trail my fingertip down his skin?! Pretty sure I'd trailed it. No, not trailed, I'd caressed! Caressed! Great. Just dandy! If he hadn't realized where my hand was before, he sure as hell knew now!
My eyes shifted about desperately.
Oh, this was uncomfortable. Quick! Do something to make it less awkward!
I looked him dead in the eye, brought up my hand and poked him in the nose with a tiny, "Boop!"
Nailed it.
Lea blinked. Then he gave a little snort, one corner of his lips curling up. "What was that?"
A clever and artful distraction, duh. One that was clearly working too, so ha!
"What do you mean, what was that?" I mumbled, hitching my chin and averting my gaze. "It was a nose boop, what else?"
His grin twitched wider. "Well, yeah, I could see that. What I meant was why?"
I couldn't help but notice he was still really close. That he still hadn't let go of the railing yet, keeping me trapped between his body and it. Clearing my throat, I said defensively, "You just have a very… boopable nose, is all."
"...is that so?" he murmured, eyes crinkling as he pressed his forehead to mine.
Dear lord, his rent-a-boyfriend act would be the death of me.
"Yo! Elsa!"
Thank goodness! Cousins to the rescue!
Closing his eyes, Lea exhaled softly before spinning around and shifting over to rest back against the steel rails beside me once more just as the two of them approached us. "Is it true?" Ryder asked excitedly, eyes bright behind the lip-glasses he'd yet to take off as he stirred his mimosa. "Do you really sell mall ice cream now?"
I winced slightly. "Oh… you know about that?"
"Avast ye landlubbers!" Anna's voice rang out again as she continued to pilot the yacht. "Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen!"
"You kidding?" Maren snerked, taking a sip of her bloody mary and ignoring my sister. "Once the Duke found out, the whole family found out. You know how that old coot loves to run his mouth to anyone who'll listen."
"So it is true!" Ryder beamed. "At an Ice Palace, right? The place with that kickass reindeer mascot?"
"Um…" I furrowed my brow. He seemed oddly enthusiastic about this. "...yes?"
He pumped a fist, "Awesome! Love the place! Their ice cream is so good and all their commercials are hilarious! Have you seen their new one with all the reindeer singing a frigging rock ballad?"
Even with the star-shades, Maren's eye roll was plain as day. "You and your strange obsession with reindeer."
"What? They're cute!"
"Whatever, I just can't with you right now," she held up a hand in his face as she took a sip from her drink, looking at me again. "Seriously though, you ran out on your wedding, on your whole sweet cushy life… just so you could sell ice cream?"
"Land ho! Thar she blows!" Anna again.
Holding onto my hat so it wouldn't blow away as the wind picked up, I frowned. "Well… that wasn't exactly why I left…"
"But that's what you did," she insisted, eyebrows lifting with her tiny grin. "Do you even know about all the chaos that erupted after you turned up missing?"
I swallowed hard. I could feel Lea's fingers fiddling with a lock of my ponytail, but I hardly noticed it as I bit down on my bottom lip and shook my head. "Was it bad?"
"Aw man, the whole place went nuts after you pulled your vanishing act! You shoulda been there!" Ryder laughed before squinting skyward. "Although… I guess if you had been there, none of it would have happened." He shrugged, taking a big swig of his mimosa. "Anyway, it was wild! Our family was yelling, his family was yelling, a flower girl was bawling, the giant ice swan sculpture got knocked over and shattered into a bajillion pieces, a bridesmaid punched a groomsman, the-"
"Wait," I interrupted him, my eyebrows knit together as my gaze shifted over to Maren. Besides Anna, who'd been my maid of honor… "Weren't you my only bridesmaid?"
She smirked, lazily lifting a shoulder before letting it fall. "What can I say? I live for anarchy."
"Batten down the hatches! Swab the deck or it's straight to Davy Jones' locker with the lot of you!" It seemed Anna was really getting into character now.
"The butterflies," Ryder eagerly jumped back into the conversation right where he'd left off, "were released on accident at the same time the doves somehow got free as well and, oh man, the carnage! It was epic!"
My hands were fidgeting with each other. I had no idea when they'd started. My chest was beginning to burn and constrict.
"I still can't believe it," Maren wrinkled her nose in glee, chewing on her straw. "You ditching a guy at the altar. You, of all people. You've always been such a goody-goody. So well-behaved, so polite, so disgustingly perfect. Just goes to show you, I guess… it's always the sweet, innocent, quiet ones who'll surprise you."
Fidget, fidget, fidget.
It was getting harder to breathe.
"A total bloodbath!" Ryder was still going. "I mean, did you even know doves ate butterflies? Cuz I didn't! But those poor little guys never even stood a chance! Tiny insect guts were flying everywhere! Seriously... Best. Wedding. Ever."
"Heh-hey!" Lea suddenly piped up. "Are all these swimsuits just for show or we gonna," he clicked his tongue, jerking a thumb towards the water, "dive on in?"
He was taking the attention off me. I shot him a grateful if somewhat shaky smile. His arm slipped around my shoulders, giving them a small, reassuring squeeze as he rested his cheek against my hair.
"Please," Maren sniggered, "like we'd actually swim in the lake."
"Watch and learn, dude," Ryder grinned as he moved over to the plush seating that circled the edge of the ship's bow and pushed a button on a panel behind its backrest. The massive, seemingly decorative circle that was etched into the center of the foredeck began to hum and slide under the rest of the floor, revealing the hot tub underneath. Striking up a finger, Ryder then pushed a second button, this one turning on the jets.
"Ooo," Lea nodded in appreciation, "a jacuzzi that appears as if by magic. My my, how the other half lives." Then he huffed out a snort through his nose, "Leave it to the rich to find a way to take a soak in the middle of a lake without actually having to get in the lake."
Ryder scrunched up his face, "Lake water's gross."
Pointing at the hot tub, Lea said, "You do realize the more people get in that thing, the more it's just a boiling vat of human juices, right?"
"Thanks for that," Maren gave a mock gag before tossing her chin towards the edge of the boat. "What're you waiting for then? Lake's right there and all yours, Stretch."
"No thanks," leaving my side, Lea walked over to the ledge of the jacuzzi to dip a toe in. "Bring on the person stew! 'Sides, not every day I get to hop into a yacht hot tub. Wouldn't wanna miss out."
Setting his now empty glass down, Ryder said, "Not every day you get to steer the yacht either. Whaddya say, my man, want to give it a go?" He pointed towards the helm.
As if on cue, Anna bellowed, "Ready the cannons, ye scallywags, lest we be dead in the water!"
Lea gave me a quick glance and I shrugged. He scratched the back of his head, "Uh… sure! Why not? Be right back, boo!" He planted a swift peck to my forehead before transferring his pink sunglasses back to my nose. "If ya need me, just shoot me the heart-eyes with these and me n' my boopable nose'll come running."
I huffed and shoved his shoulder, "Just try not to crash us into anything." Fighting the upward tug I felt at one side of my mouth, I added more quietly, "Have fun."
"Always do," he winked before turning to follow Ryder towards the stairs that lead to the upper deck.
"Shall we?" Maren then asked, tossing her sarong to the bench as she stepped down into the hot tub.
I hesitated, glancing over my shoulder. Normally, I wasn't self-conscious about being seen in my swimsuit. But then, normally only people who were related to me ever saw me in it. The one exception there of course being my ex, but I'd never been awkward about it in front of him either. I'd never really been… anything about it. But now, oddly the idea of Lea seeing me in my swimsuit, it just… well, I don't know… did weird things to my pulse and made my skin tingle. It wasn't a bad feeling, per se… I wasn't quite sure what it was really.
In any case, the boys looked to be engrossed in a heated debate with Anna currently. It seemed the self-proclaimed captain wasn't quite ready to give up her post at the wheel yet. None of those three were even looking this way.
"...alright," I said at last, slipping out of my cover-up and letting it fall to the deck. Putting my hat down on top of the small pile of fabric as well, I lowered one foot in into the water, followed by the other before hastily taking a seat, letting the bubbling warmth engulf me up to my shoulders.
Stretching and luxuriating in the jacuzzi, Maren's glass dangled between her fingertips as she idly swirled about what was left of her bloody mary inside it. "I can see why you did it."
A crease formed between my eyebrows as I gave her a sideward glance. "Did what?"
"Got the hell outta Dodge before the first note of Here Comes the Bride could even chime out the organ," she smirked, sticking the straw into the corner of her mouth.
My lips pinched. "I thought you'd already established it was to sell ice cream," I grumbled, lifting the sunglasses to sit atop my hair now since the absurd heart lenses were already fogging over from all the steam.
She gave an amused scoff, setting her empty glass down on the rim of the hot tub. "I said that's what you did, but we both know that wasn't why. Not unless ice cream is roughly six foot seven, has green eyes to die for, and is rocking a smokin' hot bod."
"Oh…" I cleared my throat. Was my face turning red? Psh, that was just the jacuzzi. I think heat was cranked up a little too high in here, in fact. Yeah, that had to be it. I laughed nervously, "What can say I? He just, er… stole my heart."
Atta girl, way to sell the lie.
...that... was a lie… right?
What am I saying, of course it was! All I had was a crush. A simple, meaningless crush, nothing more.
Anna had finally retreated to the mini bar where she was sulking as she mixed herself a drink, so Ryder had set Lea up at the wheel, who was nodding at everything he was told. Maren removed her star-shades, gently biting down on one of the earpieces as her eyes drifted towards the helm. I wasn't particularly a fan of that sly little curve to her lips as she watched him. "Mmm, I bet that's not all he stole."
A small, incredulous splutter escaped me. "Maren," I scolded, splashing some water at her.
She snerked. "All I'm saying is I don't blame you. I myself would've given up a Prince Charming fiancé worth his weight in gold and risked any claim to my family fortune, all for one steamy summer fling with that hunky pizza boy over there."
Okay fine, no use denying it anymore. This thing my face was doing? Definitely a blush. "Don't you have a girlfriend?" I muttered, eyes darting about.
"Sure do and she is my world, my moon and my stars, my everything!" she beamed. Then her eyebrows bounced, "Still… doesn't mean I can't admire the view every once and awhile."
"Well stop admiring," I harrumphed, narrowing my gaze down at the frothy water.
"That's adorable! You really do like this one, don't you," she cooed, pinching my cheek. I just rolled my eyes and swat her hand away. "Hope you weren't too attached to your hat, by the way."
"My…?" I blinked. "Why?"
She pointed, "Cuz there it goes."
Sure enough, a gust of wind had come along to scoop it up and carry it off, only to let it plummet once it'd escaped the confines of the yacht.
"Cap overboard!" Ryder called out, cupping a hand to his mouth.
"I'll get it!" Lea grinned, already kicking off his flip-flops. Before any of us could react, he took off running, launching himself up onto the guard rail and diving into the waters below.
I inhaled sharply as I shot up to my feet. "Your boy is crazy!" Ryder was cackling as he steadied the abandoned steering wheel and shut off the ship engine. Maren whooped and clapped while a giggling Anna rushed to the edge, leaning over the metal bars to look for him.
I just hoped that big dummy didn't get knocked unconscious by the rudder cracking his skull open or something! All over a stupid sun hat, no less!
Thankfully, it wasn't long before Anna was throwing up her hands and cheering, which I took to be a good sign as I released the breath I'd been holding. Next thing I knew, Lea came rising up the ladder attached to the side of the boat, wet hair slicked back and the brim of my cap between his teeth so his hands were free for climbing. Clearing the last few rungs, he hopped onto the deck and grabbed the hat out of his mouth, hissing, "Shit, that water's cold! Brr, nearly froze my ass off!"
...or at least, I think he'd said something like that.
It was hard to be sure really. My eardrums seemed to be on the fritz while all my focus now directed itself towards his shirt. His sopping, soaking wet shirt. It was clinging to the chiseled contours of his abs in a way that was rather, ah… fascinating. Not to mention see-through. Yes, very, very much so. It was actually kind of beautiful, in a way. Majestic, really. Quite the sight to behold and-
-and fudge, I was staring.
Staring at him, who was staring at me.
Me, who was still standing in the jacuzzi and flaunting my two-piece like I was the friggin' star of Baywatch.
I sat back down so fast, water splashed over onto the deck behind me. Yes, oh blessed jacuzzi bubbles, cloak me in your warm, protective embrace. Face heated and eyes not quite able to meet his, I stammered out a quick, "Th-thank you."
"Of… of course! Happy to!" Lea said brightly. Huh… was he getting a bit of a sunburn? He started to walk forward with a goofy, lopsided grin, holding the hat out towards me, "Here ya g-"
Apparently misjudging where the ledge of the hot tub was, he stumbled head first into it with us. I jolted in my seat and Maren half shrieked, half laughed as water exploded everywhere. As soon as he resurfaced and was coughing up water, I asked, "Are you okay?!"
"Fine! Nothing bruised 'cept my pride. Wanna smooch it all better?" he snickered, leaning in close and making loud kissy noises. Eyelids drooping, I just put my hand on his face and shoved him away. Still chuckling, he once more offered me my now thoroughly drenched hat. "Believe this is yours, m'lady?"
I hid a smile behind my fingers. "My hero," I said dryly, taking it from him and setting it aside on the hardwood once more. Surely it was too waterlogged at this point to fly off again.
"Yoink," he plucked the heart-shades off me so he could wear them himself once more. "Mind if I join you gals?" he chirped, standing up in the jacuzzi to remove his soggy shirt. I did my best not to ogle him this time.
The same couldn't be said for Maren as she smirked up at him. "Would seem you already have, Slim."
He cocked an eyebrow at her as he took a seat at my side. Then he was bending towards me, muttering in a low voice, "Uh… should I be nervous about the way your cousin is looking at me?"
I snorted, turning and leaning in close so I could return the whisper into his ear, "Ignore her." Lea seemed to give a small shiver, but that wouldn't make sense. It was very hot in this jacuzzi, so I must have been mistaken. "She has a girlfriend."
"Did, uh…" he cleared his throat, "did anyone tell her that?"
"Don't worry. Apparently she's just admiring the view," I said, one corner of my mouth twitching up.
His eyes crinkled behind those pink lenses. "Good. Woulda hated to break her heart otherwise, seeing as how I'm already deliriously happy in a loving, committed relationship with the bewitching creature sitting next to me," he slipped one arm to rest along the edge of the hot tub behind me while taking my hand in his other one so he could bring it up out of the water and press his lips to my knuckles.
Click!
I glanced up at the sound to see Anna crouching down next to the jacuzzi, holding her phone up with the camera pointed towards us. "D'aww, what a great picture! You two are such cuties!" she squealed, looking down at her screen as her fingers swiped across it.
Lea had lowered our hands back down to rest underwater once more, his fingers interweaved with mine now. Which was a little silly, come to think of it, as no one could possibly be seeing us holding hands through all these bubbles. Perhaps he didn't realize that. Then again, I wasn't exactly rushing to take my hand back either.
Anna was still gushing, "Seriously, I'm becoming diabetic from sweetness overload h-"
"Cannonball!"
Maren's head shot up and she snarled, "Ryder, no! This is a hot tub, not a-"
Suddenly a big blur was hitting the water, sending a huge blast of water in all directions for the second time. Anna yelped, shielding her mobile with her body while the rest of us just did our best to block the mini tidal wave with our hands. It was amazing that there was any liquid still left in here with us by now.
"Wahoo!" Ryder cried out as he popped back up, bouncing with his hands high over his head in triumph. It was short lived however as his sister punched him in the gut and he doubled over with a grunt.
"Bonehead!" she scowled at him as she relaxed back into her seat. "You could've broken your dumb neck."
"And my phone!" Anna added as she gave said device a careful lookover.
"Whatever, you're all just jelly cuz you didn't think to do it yourselves first." He fished around in the water for his lip-shades that had fallen off before perching them on his head and taking a seat as he looked to Lea, "Hella cool, am I right? Up top!" He held up his hand. Lea just shrugged and obliged him with a high-five.
Maren sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Boys. Ugh."
Seemingly satisfied that no damage had come to her phone, Anna plopped down onto the ledge of the jacuzzi now and let her feet dangle in the water. "Pic of my fave cousin," she singsonged, snapping a shot of Maren tipping her sunglasses down and holding two fingers up in the peace sign. "And one of my idiot cousin," she deadpanned, pointing it at Ryder now who just crossed his eyes and razzed his tongue at her. Giggling, she then turned the phone camera back towards Lea and me. "I want a couple more of you guys! Go on, smoosh in, you two!"
...who me?
Awkward penguin, nervous wreck, ball of raw friggin' nerves me? "Smoosh" in with a guy? While we were both only in swimsuits and thus at least a good seventy-five percent naked? Smoosh?! I didn't even know how to smoosh! I'd never smooshed a day in my life!
Did my sister know me but at all?
She did remember Lea and I were only pretend dating, right?
I narrowed my gaze one her. "...excuse me?"
"You heard me," she said sweetly, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she tipped her head forward, smirking over those flower-glasses. "Snuggle in, Sis."
Oh-ho, that evil brat knew exactly what she was doing.
Fine. If I gave her this and let her have her fun, maybe she'd finally open up to me about whatever it was that'd been bothering her.
So I scooched an inch over towards Lea.
"Closer," Anna said, staring at her phone screen as she pointed the camera at us again and waved me over with her free hand.
A tiny huff in my throat and another inch over. My knee was brushing against his now.
Anna groaned, "Come on, closer! You two like each other, right?!"
Lea gave a sheepish laugh, scratching his cheek and whispering, "El, forget it, you don't hafta-"
"It's fine," I muttered under my breath, hard eyes still on Anna as I reached over my shoulder and closed my fingers around Lea's wrist resting behind my head there. Hesitating briefly as my face began to warm uncomfortably and the thudding in my ears grew louder, I finally tugged the arm down to wrap around my bare shoulders and leaned into his chest slightly.
"Ugh, closer!"
One of my eyes ticked. "Anna, any closer and I'll be sitting in his lap. Is that what you want?"
She smiled impishly, "I mean, if you think it'll help…"
Lea's hushed voice came to me again, "El, really, this isn't-"
"Lea, really, it's fine," I insisted through grit teeth.
Alright, Anna, you want closer? I'll give you closer, you little...
I twisted in my seat, hugged my arms around his neck and yanked him down, pressing our cheeks together. Not to mention our chests. Our very wet, scantily-to-not-at-all clad chests. But I tried not to think about that part. My cheeks were frying enough as it was already. His whole body went rigid against mine before slowly relaxing as I felt his arms tighten around me. "Here, Anna," I snapped, "take the stupid picture!"
Hold this pose any longer and my heart might just shatter a rib with the way it was thundering.
Still there was no click. She frowned, "Aw, c'mon, Sis, give us a smile! You're in wub, after all!"
...that's it, I was going to throttle her.
"Gotcha covered!" Lea announced. I'd barely even had a chance to register his words before he'd removed his cheek from mine only to replace it with his lips and blow a loud raspberry. All my tension immediately banished and a surprised laugh erupted out of me as I tried to wriggle free, but not before-
Click!
"Perfect!" Anna bit back a grin as she eyed the photo on her phone.
Lea had a cheeky grin of his own that he was shooting my way. Though my eyes glared, my lips smiled as I gave his arm a shove, which did nothing to erase his smug look. Before I could retract my hand however, he'd snatched it up in his so he could lace our fingers together once more. At least this time it was above the water for everyone to see.
Now that that bit of nonsense was over and done with, perhaps Anna would give me a minute to talk to her while she was still distracted by riding her photography high. I saw Maren poking a finger into her brother's cheek as she teased him about something, so our cousins probably wouldn't miss us if we slipped away for a second or two. Sitting up straighter and taking a deep breath, I began, "Anna, perhaps now you and I could have a-"
"Oopsie, looks like I need a refill!" she trilled, swiping up her glass from where it sat on the deck beside her.
I squinted at it. "...it's still mostly full."
"Check again." She downed the whole thing in one big gulp before puffing out a satisfied, "Ha! Be right back!"
Whoosh!
Gone again.
With a long, drawn out sigh, I slouched so low into the jacuzzi now, the foamy surface brushed against my chin. I could see Lea frowning at me out of my peripheral, but he remained quiet, probably just as much at a loss with this whole mystery situation with my sister as I was.
My eyes gradually drifted over to the mini bar where I could see her mixing up some new concoction. However, instead of the upbeat glow she usually had about her, I noticed her shoulders sagging a little. She was worrying her lower lip between her teeth, the corners of her mouth turned down. I couldn't see her eyes behind the sunglasses, but her brow was wrinkled, seemingly lost in thought as she hung her head.
Huh… that didn't look like someone who was mad.
Maybe Lea was right. Maybe there really was something that had her sad or scared.
But what could it possibly be?
And why wouldn't she just tell me?
Author's Note: Yay for some yacht fun! Cuz that's just what rich people do I suppose xD Again, since I'm not sure if all of ya'll have seen Frozen 2, the new characters introduced this chapter (including the briefly mentioned Yelena) were all from that movie as a buncha people called the Northuldra who live in an enchanted forest. Since in F2 it was revealed Elsa's mom was Northuldra, there is a VERY real possibility that Honeymaren and Ryder really are all canonically related to Elsa and Anna in some way, so I figured hey, why not turn them into her cousins in this? Now if only Ryder had gotten to see Kristoff's talking reindeer Sven plushie routine, I think Ryder would have positively exploded with happiness xD Real talk tho, boys and girls... don't pull a Ryder: do NOT cannonball into a jacuzzi.
Alright, we now have Saturday morning out of the way, but still have plenty of The Weekend to go yet! Next chapter, what will the rest of the day hold for Elsa? Will she ever find out what seems to have her baby sis so down? Not to mention Gramps' bday palooza is looming ever nearer on the horizon, what potential new "fun" could that lil party bring? And seriously, how WAS there any water left in that lil hot tub after those couple o' knuckleheads (intentionally or not) crashed hard into that thing? Stay tuned!
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defanged (m)
↳ rating: M
↳ genre: smut, fluff, werewolf!au, a/b/o au, pwp
↳ pairing: mates werewolf!reader x werewolf/alpha!hoseok
↳ warnings: explicit sexual content, dom themes, breathplay, knotting, rough play, impregnation kink, overall general ”werewolf” smut themes, personality change, probably an uncomfortable amount of squishy mate talk
↳ summary: hoseok is an easy mate—as such that there are moments you question if he’s just human. so when his sudden spike of aggression emerges, you do your best to keep this unknown man at bay. or, alternatively: young alpha hoseok has started teething and he’s being a bratty puppy about it.
↳ note: ok so if you were with me a few months ago you would know that this is actually a collab fic with a couple other writers but life happens and here we are now *cowboy emoji*. this is really important to me bc they’re such *clench fist* great people and i’m happy i received such an opportunity to collab with them (’: pls make sure to rb/like/visit our collab masterlist if you want to be in-the-know of when they post their parts!
also i wanted to play around with the humorous sides of what werewolves might go thru (-: so, like, short attention spans and hating loud noises and typical big dog stuff. with the teething, just imagine that their growth stages are prolonged because they’re, idk, maybe immortal or something lol
(i…… i’m not used to writing fantasy can u tell)
((gif isn’t mine + his side profile ;-;))
↳ words: 9k+
You could hear every miniscule thread snap and unwind from themselves, a simple task such as painting your nails becoming less relaxing than it should be.
“Hobi,” you mumble once. You swipe down your thumb again, carmine red smoothing over brightly and with utmost delicacy. He doesn’t listen, another squeaking grind of his teeth against the material of his sweatshirt followed by a snapsnap.
“Hobi,” you say a little louder, flinching from annoyance and staining your cuticle with the polish. You curse your discontents, waiting for him to look at you but only meeting a turned neck and eyes still glued to his phone, an I’m listening portrayed by his demeanor but not really meaning it.
He chews hard on the neckline, a solid rip completely tearing several inches down his chest, eyes widening and attention finally caught when his chest is exposed hilariously.
“Hoseok!” you yell, slamming the closed bottle onto the coffee table and meeting his startled eyes, “I just bought that for you!”
He hopes to play it off and shrugs as you swipe it from his teeth, untwined fibers poking out sadly. You smooth your thumbs over the poor fabric, the third victim of his recent gnashing problem.
“Why do you keep doing this?” you ask sadly, a little more bummed about the beautiful sweatshirt than you should be.
He responds simply, “My gums itch.”
You roll your eyes at his childlike excuse, the full-sized man sitting cross-legged and distractedly in his corner of the couch with his phone paused on some game with horrendously annoying music. Was he really your alpha?
“Why don’t you do us some good and go hunting.” You offer, a lame excuse to get Hoseok out of your hair for a bit. It’s what you deserve. He rolls over with a harrumph, shoulder now bare from the growing tear in his clothing. It made you giggle slightly.
“I’m in pain and you’re laughing at me,” he deadpans, body static-still and stubborn more than ever.
Your breath fans his skin as you slither next to him, “I’m sorry, baby. Are you really hurting? Why don’t you go to the dentist?”
Hoseok pouts, taptaptapping away at his screen instead of looking at you, “I don’t want to go to the dentist. They just itch.” Even now, he licks over the burning sensation of his gums, clenching and grinding his teeth to ease the feeling in any way. You can hear the collisions of his canines, your own tingling uncomfortably from the sound.
You shake your head. “Maybe you’re teething,” you suggest in all seriousness. It wasn’t impossible; your kind’s lifespan certainly placing such life stages at seemingly unusual times. In any case, it would simply mean his canines were most likely growing longer and stronger.
He scoffs as if you’ve insulted him, “I’m well over my teething days, Y/N. They just itc—"
“Say that one more time and I’ll neuter you,” you huff. When he lacks a kinder response, you push yourself off the couch to tidy your bedroom instead. He clearly wasn’t in the mood to have a serious conversation with you at the moment, and despite its rarity, you could use your space.
Your mate was in no way irritable; in fact, Hoseok was one of the sunniest alpha’s you’ve ever encountered. His kindness differentiated him from others, bearing his mark (and one day, hopefully, his pups) certainly deeming you quite lucky. He was a soft lover above all, never making you feel as a subordinate or anything of the like.
Perhaps it’s why you two were clashing heads recently, his personality completely contradictory from his true self. Never does he ignore you, let alone snap at you.
Folding your clothes (and purposefully leaving his items in a pile on his side of the bed in spite), you exhale heavily and leave for the living room once again, disregarding your now smeared manicure.
Hoseok beams at the shoe aisle, producing more light than whatever was already lit in the store. Due to his “issue”, stopping by the mall was a given. Two more of his shirts and even one of your necklaces mangled and chewed up like he was the Tasmanian Devil.
Petting his hair fondly, you give him a nuzzle to his cheek, “I’ll be in the next store over, puppy. Come meet me when you’re done.” He nods happily, wide-frame glasses bobbing atop his pretty nose.
You beeline for the department store in hopes of purchasing a few extra things for yourself before Hoseok sniffs you out. It’s immediate heaven when you sift through the dresses, picking a few out and dangling them happily on your fingers before bouncing from rack to rack. By the time you reach the dressing rooms, your arm aches from the pile you’ve accumulated.
“Hey there, you can go ahead and take that first stall right there,” a man directs, tall and intimidating and rather fucking handsome, you think. “My name’s Jaebum. Let me know if you need anything and I’ll go grab it for you.”
You bat your lashes and mouth a Thanks before waltzing into your room, appreciating his kindness perhaps a little too much. Despite your complex and absolute relationship status, it didn’t hurt to peek at what’s on display. It was only right!
You try on more than what you even remembered picking out, velvets and satins and the softest of cottons all hugging you warmly with every piece, a bittersweet happiness when everything seemed to fit you perfectly. The last dress, though, is your only hiccup. Material skin-tight and ending just a little above your ankles; you harrumph. Almost a perfect streak.
Dress still on (at least it zipped), you peek through the door and spot handsome Bum at the front. “Psst, um, do you mind getting me a couple more sizes in this? I think it was near the wall to the right.”
He grins and nods, almost grateful of the fact that you asked him to do so. Why was he even in this section? Should it concern you?
You watch as he leaves, back muscles showcased quite lavishly in his pristinely pressed suit.
Should it be more concerning that it didn’t?
You take a moment to look at the dress once more, smoothing over the velvet that bunched snugly at your waist and checking out your own ass. The fabric might rip if you sneeze too hard but you look pretty damn splendid.
“Found a few more and got you another color as well,” Jaebum says upon return. You almost snap your neck away from the mirror, hoping he didn’t see you ogling your bum. What a speedy fellow.
You politely open the door wider and reach for the hangers, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”
Jaebum doesn’t fully hand it to you though, briefly but noticeably skimming over your body, “I think that size is cute on you too. You have a really beautiful figure.”
Maybe it should concern you. You chuckle awkwardly and look elsewhere. Please just give me my dresses, you almost say, now self-conscious in your skin.
“It’s even better when she’s naked. I would know,” Hoseok near growls, appearing out of thin air. He swipes the hangers from behind Jaebum, who is surprised beyond all comprehension of the word, and pushes you back into the room. You’ve never seen him look so enraged, face serious and twitching as if he would shift at any given moment.
“Th-There aren’t allowed to be more than one person in a—,” Jaebum nervously starts from the other side before the door is slammed on his nose.
You didn’t even see Jaebum’s reaction, nor do you ponder it when Hoseok drops your beautiful dresses and thrusts your back against the mirror with his hand to your neck, deliberately making you yelp loud enough for others to hear. You recoil as he bares his fangs, sharp and taunting, threatening to devour you whole and you know this isn’t your Hobi.
He doesn’t get the chance for whatever else he had in store when pure vehemence engulfs you, daring to stand your ground with a low guttural snarl and shoving him off. Your strength is nothing to snicker at, his shoulders nearly hitting the other wall despite his stature.
“What’s wrong with you?” you didn’t even care if everyone in the damn store could hear you, “Don’t you dare touch me!”
Regret instantly arises in his eyes, his hands reaching out to comfort you in any way but hesitant in the warning. He would rather die than hurt you, he was sorry, he was so sorry.
Your body can feel his sorrow and want, itching to touch him in any way but you push it down. The little she-wolf in you whimpers as you struggle out of the dress and leave him alone in the stall, begging for you to go back and forgive him.
Jaebum stands, bewildered, outside of the rooms. He sure did rue the moment he ever made advances on you. Not a word is spoken as you pass by and exit the store.
It doesn’t make it any easier when Hoseok follows you closely. “Baby, I’m sorry. Please.”
“You were going to shift because of some stupid sales clerk! You could’ve gotten us in some deep shit with the order,” you scold, “We’re going home. Right now.” This was a double-edged sword, you didn’t even get to purchase anything. Though your mood is far too foul to continue.
“But I didn’t! No one saw anything. I just lost my cool for a second, I promise. I know better.” Even Hoseok strains to keep up your pace, car already in view and goddamn you walk fast.
“Do you? Are you seriously justifying your actions? You need to uphold your responsibilities, Hoseok. You’re not new to this.” He finds that he despises when you lecture him this way, gums and skin and everything prickly and he wish he could gnaw on something right about now.
It was odd to tell him these things, taking into consideration that his role is considerably higher than yours and that he hardly ever faults as an alpha. If there wasn’t something going on biologically, what else could it be?
He’s obviously straining to keep his composure now, jaw slacked and knuckles cracking in his fist, “How am I supposed to do that now? It won’t happen again. It’s over.”
“Then what about your shitty mood swings? We don’t argue, Hoseok. You’re not mean, you’re not easily agitated, and you’re not a fucking paper shredder. Neither are you aggressive to your own mate,” you throw in his face, unsurprised when he cowers again at the thought. It’s like the man was on his period.
Now that you recall, the last time you’ve ever seen him so angry at you is when you watched Endgame without him, and that should say enough. This was just all so new and unbecoming of someone with his level of reputation.
“You know I didn’t mean to do that. I never want to hurt you…” he leads as you beat him to the driver’s side of the car, watching him over the hood for him to finish his sentence, “I’m just—”
“You what, Hoseok?”
He jostles the door handle a few times, a rep of unsettling clacks making him uneasy.
“Can you unlock the car?”
“You what?” you say a little louder, entirely avoiding his question.
“Goddammit,” he hisses, “Just let me in and we can talk about it when we get home.” You scan his face in search of anything. For the truth. For him to own up to what it is. What you get is nothing.
So you smile, “No.”
He stands cluelessly as you unlock your door and hop in, starting the car with a satisfying roll and opening his window just enough to see his addled facial expression.
“What are you doing?” he deadpans.
“If you won’t admit it then you obviously don’t take me seriously, and if you won’t take me seriously then I’ll take my car home by myself. So, toodles!”
He smirks nervously, slender fingers sifting through his hair, “Y/N, c’mon. Just let me in.” He’s even more staggered when you start reversing out of your spot. Eyes widening hilariously, he cusses under his breath as he walks cautiously towards the door.
“Have a fun run, baby. Better get home soon,” you feign pity, “looks like it’s going to start raining pretty soon.”
“We live an hour away!”
You drive down the row, turning on your signal just in case someone needed to know. Shucks, you were such a good driver, even in the parking lot.
Hoseok thinks otherwise, anger and panic so vivid that you can feel it from this distance. Walking Time Bomb even begins to jog, not willing to risk your bluff.
“Okay! Okay, I admit it. I may be going through something…” his wavering voice trickles into your head. “You’re right.’
You let him catch up to you, eyes shifty and fingers fiddling. “Hi, darling. Can you say that one more time? In person?” His chest puffs.
“I already said it once,” he begs.
Was his pride this important? Did the strangled mutt deep down change your Hoseok for the worst? An impatient car behind you honks and you shrug.
“You’re making people wait. I’m going to leave.”
“Jesus fucking—okay. I think I’m teething. Or something involving my dental state. It’s making me fucking grumpy and it’s painful and I want to punch a fucking wall because it’s stupid that this phase is so late.” You unlock his door mid-sentence, his body falling into his seat before he continues to blabber on.
“Oh, little puppy,” you slide your sunglasses from atop your head down to the bridge of your nose, “Don’t be so sensitive. ‘S like a human adult getting braces.”
The week passes by agonizingly slow. And that wasn't necessarily because Hoseok bitched and complained, throwing temper tantrums when the remote had fallen between the couch cushions or throwing his pants stormily when they would catch on his ankles and make him hobble about like a disabled chicken.
Or maybe it was because of that.
You dare to creak the door to his den (pun intended), having locked himself in such confinement to work through the paperwork that's been piling on his mahogany desk for days. He looks worn around the eyes, long brown hair pushed back with his fake reading glasses. You knock three times as if he couldn't already sense your presence. When he looks at you through his lashes, he nods for you to proceed.
"Hi, baby. How's the work going?" you ask with a honey-dipped edge.
He shrugs, "A lot of affairs from other packs that I have to go over. I should be done soon."
You slink behind his office chair and wrap your arms around his shoulders, "Mm, why don't you take a break and have a nice little bath with me?" He doesn't budge one inch, straightening out a stack of papers before stapling them neatly and tucking them into one of his drawers.
"I need to finish this. I've been pushing it back until the last minute."
Rolling him out a bit, you slide onto his lap and rest on his chest. Your touch always lulls a serene sensitivity from his skin, a natural effect that only you are capable of. But his muscles remain taut. Bones stiff and budging none whatsoever. Stuttering, you try again, "You've been working for hours. I'm lonely. Just an hour--,"
"Y/N. I'm warning you. Get off."
She-wolf unconsciously warns you to stand down upon this statement. Was he being serious? He's warning you? You search his blank face, waiting for him to crack a smile or lift you up and attack you with kisses. When he doesn't, you test the waters.
Your nails scratch the bare skin under his shirt, "H-Hoseokie, we haven't had sex in so long," you whine. Invading his space, however, only sets him off more.
He growls, deep and meant to be menacing. It takes brutal force to push yourself to move, a weight halting your ministrations. His word, no matter how rare it be, was your law. Do you dare defy that?
You unbutton his pants the same time he threatens, "Continue any further and see what happens." He's breathier than normal and that gives you some satisfaction. He was your mate, after all. Eternal fulfillment was your duty.
The feeling of his heavy and growing bulge, nestling in the crook of his thigh, is a success all in its own. You purr and rub your legs together, licking at Hoseok's neck lovingly and waiting for him to give in. "Hobi, you're already--ah!"
Your view spins as Hoseok scruffs you to his desk, cold wood pressed to your cheek and wrists somehow pinned behind you. Yiping in fear, you struggle in his harsh imprisonment.
"You don't fucking listen," he complains, voice balancing on the line between speaking and yelling.
"Hoseok! L-Let me g-go--," you start before he grinds himself into your ass, boner prominent and angry as it prods. He replaces the hand to your neck with his mouth, laving and suckling all the way down your shoulder.
"Can't do that. I warned you and you disobeyed me. You disobey your alpha, Y/N?"
"No, I'm sorry--," you squeak before your dress is thrown over your back and a sharp slap comes down onto your ass.
You don’t believe the sound that comes out of your throat, pressing your thighs together and wiggling the pain away. “J-Jung Hoseok! What is—” Another slap, harder than the first.
The nerves tingle all the way down to your toes as your eyes roll back. You moan once more, unsolicited and without restraint. Hoseok is content with your reaction, not expecting you to squirm so nicely because of your punishment.
"You like this, don't you? I can smell you leaking like some submissive whore," he snarls with an edge of disappointment. You're beyond mortified of how he speaks to you, although not inclined to deny his words. Not when he spanks you once more, with such force that a scream is rewarded and your back arches in euphoric pain.
"Hoseok, no more, please. I'll--I'll cum if you keep, ugh," you blabber over yourself. He thinks you look prettily pathetic drooling on his desk, so close to spilling over the edge from being physically humiliated.
"Tch, so weak," he comments before releasing your wrist and letting you collapse to the floor. "Are you done?" The question both turns you on and pisses you off, emotions swirling into something self-destructive.
Crawling on the carpet and up his leg, you nuzzle into his bulge, "But I still didn't get what I want." You don’t even ponder where this behavior is coming from; slinking out of you like a dog with its tail between its legs. Perhaps his own change of manner influenced one in you.
He could laugh at how easy you were being, wondering when he ever mated with someone who acts like such a sexually-obsessed brat. "Oh?" he prompts, "So you think you get to make the calls here?"
Licking the hem of his boxers in response, he doesn't feel pleased with your lack of words. You perk up when he shuffles his cock out from the confines of his layers. It’s almost instinctual, not wasting any time to pepper kisses and kitten licks to his tip. God, he even smells amazing. You don't care if you look ridiculous, feverish with your actions like he'd take away your precious treat if you weren't cautious.
He snickers at you, petting your hair with an unexpectedly soft touch. Your heart-shaped irises peer up, knowing he loves your eye contact when you suck him off. Watching the blush spread on his face means that you must be doing your job correctly. Besides, not even the Big Bad Wolf can deny when he feels his pleasure.
He almost can’t stand the self-righteousness that oozes off you. If you thought you were in control, you were dead-wrong. "You want my cock that bad, huh, baby?" your love bunches as much of your hair as he can with his fist, "Then fucking take it."
Then his girthy dick shoves to the back of your throat without warning, hips to your nose and thrustingthrustingthrusting as far as he can.
You'd sputter if your mouth wasn't so full, eyes overflowing with tears and throat constricting in hopes that he'll let you go. When he doesn't and continues to grind himself down your mouth, you dig your nails into his thighs and whine on his persistent cock. It doesn’t matter, the digging crescents in his thighs rousing him even further and even hoping those pretty nails of yours leave marks for him. He’d accept no less.
Hoseok thrusts twice more before pulling you off and watching you cough maniacally. The tears that gathered were now running down your face, accompanied with your saliva that leaks from your chin and onto the floor.
You couldn't breathe, you couldn't ask him to stop, and you loved it.
He cocks a brow as you struggle to catch up, "We'll stop here. You're obviously not made for this."
Pitiful is the only word he can use to describe how quickly you paw and beg for him, desperately wrapping your fingers around the base of his member and pumping him just the way he likes it, "No! I can take it, please use me." Your unstable hand massages the cum-saliva mix as well as it can, a small victory celebrated when he bucks into you.
"Mm," his thumb wipes a stray tear from your lip, "You're so beautiful when you cry. Will you sit on the desk for me?"
You don't hesitate to obey, being careful to hop up when your bum is so sore but otherwise eager for him to touch you again. When he places himself between your legs, your body hums.
"I'm... I'm not well, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you," he says, voicing his first concern after what's already happened. With his brows knit in concern and his slender fingers rubbing calmly at your sides, it's almost as if the Hoseok you know has returned. The Hobi that makes your pancakes just a little overcooked like you prefer. Who makes you a blanket nest when you’re feeling down. And will gladly give up his last bite of anything to watch you munch happily even after you’ve finished your own portion.
In some way, this was your same Hobi. Maybe not so sweet and innocent but more on the receiving end. Spending his days tending to you out of pure love and pleasure to see you bloom; it was just your turn to return the favor.
So you kiss him with fervor and mold your chest to his, feeling the scorching heat that emanates from him. He must seriously be straining himself, you think. His canines graze your lips and you know he's trying his best to hold back; to not completely obliterate you.
"I want to help you," you whisper against his mouth. You implore him and he doesn’t hesitate to take your offer.
You extend your legs as he rushes to pull down your thong, throwing it to the side, and embracing you with another kiss, all tongue and pants. Some of his documents get ruffled under your steadying hands and he shoves them off altogether, a rain of really important paper littering the room. He comes in a little too excitedly, slamming a drawer closed with his thigh and even scooting his desk across the floor.
“God fucking dammit,” he swears, your chuckles covering his wet lips. “I’m… a mess… not thinking straight. Need to cum inside you.”
You purr when his head rubs against your sex, an electric sensation tearing through you. “Want you to knot me,” you whisper. A mistake in its own because he’s practically moaning into your mouth when you say such things.
“Yeah, baby? Want your cunt pumped full? Hm?” he asks into your jaw, all the while spreading your legs as far as they can split with his strong hands. His hips begin to circle like he’s stalling as long as possible and that rouses you up in a way.
You nod with sultry eyes and chant, “Yes. Yes, yes.” By the second yes does he all but slam into you, your final confirmation his endgame.
Hoseok was truly blessed in size, something no mere human could ever match. His length alone would make you double over in ecstasy if he allowed you the space to. Squeezing around him only makes him fuck you deeper, both wanting and needing more of each other than you already have. You were made for him, and him you.
You whimper as he pulls out, his head tantalizing your g-spot before ramming back inside and forcing an angelic cry. “H-Hoseokie… Please, your pups. I want to have your pups”
The sounds of his hips against your skin with your moans and the subtle creak of his desk is almost humorous, you were fucking like dogs. Even more so when he pushes you flat against the wood by the front of your throat, his thumb tucked gently on an airway as your tongue flops out in simple bliss.
“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” he snarls with a particularly evil drill to your core that curls your toes. “Nothing to me would be more satisfying than to breed you.”
Your throat constricts and you cough, your tiny hands tugging at his fingers while barely being able to pry his grip. You can’t resist moaning through clenched teeth still, even when the prettiest wine red pours into his irises. Hoseok holds back incredibly well, despite having shifting eyes, his total control never fails to astonish you. It was years worth of training and you thank the stars that it was useful in a time where you were literally stuffed with his cock.
“And you’re so willing; so obedient now. You like when I fuck you like this. Just want that beautiful pussy bred until you’re spilling, right?” he chuckles with means to humiliate when your eyes flutter and drool spills from your swollen lips, “What a mate.”
You tighten, an embarrassing amount of arousal spilling and sticking to your love. He doesn’t mind one bit, rather, losing composure for a brief moment, “Ugh, so good.”
His hand suddenly withdraws from your tender neck and you sputter an attempt to catch your breath, a fleeting moment before he wraps his arms under your knees and prompts you to hang onto him when he stands. How quickly he’s able to switch positions is hot in itself, but the thought is also lost when you sink down even further on his dick.
“Oh, oh my god,” you wail pathetically, wrapping yourself around him and trying to lift your trembling body to ease how full you feel, even for just a moment.
“Hm? I thought you wanted this, baby. Wanted my complete, unforgiving love for you. Isn’t that why you walked into my office?” he smirks similarly to how you imagine the devil would. His hands find leverage against the closest wall, also shoving you against it and resuming his pace into you.
This, to whichever persona was hiding deep down in Hoseok, was divine. Incredible. You would die for this man even without the bond. He was literally screwing you braindead.
He pants, warm and sweaty and shirt somehow unbuttoned halfway down (when did you do that?), “I thought you wanted my knot? Not anymore?”
Your pupils blow out as you shake your head, you were so close.
“Ah, then I’ll knot you. I’ll knot you but you have to beg,” he says with a wink. Bastard.
“Please, please knot me, baby. Breed me and let me have your pups,” you sob, “Fill me up until I can’t take it anymore, Alpha, please—”
He jabs incessantly until you’re entirely maxed out, sloppy smacks echoing out further than the den and his growls emanating when you drag your sharp nails down his back, the fabric tearing under your fingers. Hoseok grinds his full length into you, reaching beyond the end of your walls.
“S-Stay,” he orders. He slows as the base of his cock swells and even though you asked for it, it’s always a little uncomfortable. You can’t even fathom how it feels for your mate, his sudden groans and the absolute necessity to lave at your neck only scraping at the surface of any real indication.
Hoseok told you once that it was similar to both being overstimulated and having a sudden spike of energy, which could explain his touchiness. It was cute though, and kinda hot.
Nestled deep inside, you can subtly feel the ropes of semen beginning to pool. You rest your head over his shoulder, buzzing from the intensity of it all and watching as the walls move and shift into the ones of your bedroom.
Hoseok’s hoarse voice surprises you, “Fuck, I’m so dizzy.”
The bed is a heavenly difference from the den’s desk and wall, your heart pounding a little too hardly when he places one of his pillows lengthwise under your back for extra squish. He was so cute.
But then he collapses on you.
“Oof—I’ve never seen you like that before. My ass hurts,” you state dreamily.
“Oh, love. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks seriously, lifting his head to study your face in case you lie. The red dissipated long before, his deep brown eyes twinkling down at you like they always do.
“You were a little rough,” you feign, pouting and pushing around his face with paw-folded fists. He thinks you look like an idiot, a cute idiot.
“I’m sorryyyy,” he whines, burying his face into your chest and wiggling around like a fish. His knot moves with him and you wince.
“Hoseok, stay still.”
Being showered in a sudden attack of kisses is what he responds with, not even aware of the task at hand and fake crying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t ever want to hurt you—I—oh no.”
You yipe as semen sloshes down your leg, shoving your palm into Hobi’s (who is undoubtedly back to his usual self) cheek and trying your best to not panic.
���Goddammit, Jung Hoseok! Stay still!”
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Some soft headcanons for Jesse? :3c
Here’s some fun söft stuff for metal-head ;)
Jesse:
• what they smell like
- smoke, metal, musk, and occasionally very expensive cologne
• what their favorite smells in the world are
- This man is just one gigantic contradiction wrapped in a black bow. Jesse has days where he’s all about rich, strong scents and he’ll go out of his way to make everything around him smell like an opium den from the 1800’s – smoke, spice, and alcohol everywhere.
-Other times he’ll only want clean nearly medical scents in the house, and even the light floral scents of the freshly dried laundry will be offensive. It depends a lot on his mood at that particular moment.
• what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in
- NUDE. He owns exactly one pair of sweatpants (cashmere) that his wife got him for Christmas and they’re soft enough that he will wear them every once and awhile; but normally??? Freeballin’ all over the damn place.
- Has 100% walked into a room that Preston was trying to work in without clothes on just to flex.
- What? A man can’t walk around naked in his own house? Is that a toothpick in your pocket, Preston, or are you just happy to see me?
• Relationship with their S/O, and a cute hc about them
- Jesse is a bit of a whirlwind, no matter how you know him.
- If you know him professionally you’re more likely to think he’s the dangerous Category 5 kind; but once you get to know him in a more personal capacity you adjust that to think of him as the 6’7” equivalent of the ‘Loony Toons’ Tasmanian Devil.
- He has an extremely dark and sassy sense of humor that gets lost a lot in translation when he signs or types, so he emotes a lot bigger with his body to make up for it.
- Speaking of which, if you don’t know ASL when you meet Jesse you’ll want to start learning ASAP. He’s ok with using the electronic reader; but he’s… chatty, so it’ll be so much easier on both of you if you can have an actual back-and-forth without him needing to take a pause to type out his answers.
- Once you’re in Jesses inner circle, you’re in for good. It’s a little like the mafia. He’ll take care of you, no matter what, no questions asked, no problem too big or too small… but you’ll probably end up wanted for money laundering in Bolivia by the end of it.
- That being said, as his S/O you’ll never have to question where you stand with him. He’s not afraid of expressing his emotions or thoughts on anything to you.
- He’ll look at you like you hung the moon – and treat you like it too.
• my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them
- Ok since I already did Asa & Jesse I’m gonna talk about Spann!
- Having worked her way up from the ground to her spot as Jesse’s right-hand Spann is practical and no-nonsense to a pretty extreme degree.
- Which you might think wouldn’t gel well with Jesse; but he appreciates the way Spann gets shit done without complaint and gives him compliments along the way (vain mofo).
- Preston would brown-nose too; but it was obvious he didn’t mean it. Spann is fully invested in the Corporation and in Jesse’s place at the head of it.
- Honestly, Jesse’s a little intimidated by Spann. He’s got nearly two feet on her but… she’s still scary.
- They have a pretty good string of snarky texts that have come out of too many long meetings. It’s basically a burn book for everyone in the Corporation.
• a song that reminds me of them
- ‘The World Ender’ by Lord Huron
• what animal i think they would be if they were an animal
- a lion
• what position they sleep in
- On his side, and deeply. Jesse has zero problem falling asleep at any time, in nearly any place – but prefers his giant-ass California Kingsize bed with silk sheets and you in his arms.
• their favorite drink
- He’s a snooty ho for a good scotch. Will judge you REAL hard if you order a whiskey and coke.
• a gift i would give them if i could
- Jesse is a rich bitch and doesn’t NEED anything; but if you make a scrapbook of your adventures together he’s going to cherish it forever. If it’s a physical one he’s going to tease you… like a lot… but it’ll mean more than a digital one.
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Glee - S1 E6 (Vitamin D)
They call it vitamin D for the whole thing but wasn’t it just a component for some really hard drug??? We love the bullshit
The millionth step ball change... And we’re only 6 episodes in
Mr Schue just said “Maybe so” and now all I can think of is the gif meme thing
heheheheheheh.......Sorry. Funny youtube.
Sign #27 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He’s eating that sandwich in the GROSSEST WAY POSSIBLE. He’s chewing with his mouth open, breathing really loud, talking with his mouthful, and he’s clearly being messy about it because there’s mustard all over his chin!!! How is Emma crushing on this dweeb
Sign #28 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: When Emma says he’s got a “cute Kirk Douglas chin dimple” (barf) he doesn’t say, hey! Maybe don’t flirt with me, I’m married!
I’m genuinely starting to feel ill whenever I have to just look at Mr Schue...
Everybody trying to learn their choreo and they’re just.... Spinning. Kurt’s about to fall over, Matt and Mike are bumping into each other, and Brittany’s just Tasmanian Devil-ing her way across the room. Love em
Brittany completely ignoring Artie’s high-five and him being like “oh-- okay...” is underrated
Matt Morrison just delivered “simply stopped trying” really weirdly. I don’t know what’s throwing me off about it, but it is
You’re right, Sue. Bones won’t grow properly without fear. AND EMMA’S BLOUSE IS INSANE
“I don’t understand how lightning is in competition with an above-ground swimming pool” You’re RIGHT KURT and you SHOULD SAY IT! Bears and sharks aren’t in competition either! Call out post for Mr Schue: The man knows NOTHING of the most basic ecology!
The look Quinn gives Finn when he yawns... Let my mans nap!!!
Kurt did his best to get to the girl’s side. Can you fucking blame him? Puck’s still an asshole to him as far as we all know!
Santana and Brittany just casually linking arms... Be still my beating heart
Kurt just walking along with Finn to football practice... Look at those brothers go!!! I am ignoring Puck
Ohh Sue’s journal... A wonderful character
You’re right, Sue, Will Schuester IS to blame for the world’s problems. Please do destroy the man
“I’ve always thought the desire to procreate showed deep personal weakness” Got ‘em
And thus begins the saga of Sue pushing problem people down the stairs. I’m not saying she should do that to Mr Schue... I’m just saying, why doesn’t she?
If Will wasn’t flirting with Emma, he wouldn’t get all nervous and upset when his wife turns up. Them’s the facts.
Does Terri know about Emma’s germophobia...? Because if so, it’s probably not cool for Will to have told her that. Unless Sue did, but I wouldn’t put it past him
As if they could get away with hiring a random unqualified woman as a school nurse?
Is “route” really pronounced like that......? Huh
Finn getting Biofreeze in his eye will forever be hilarious.
LEVEL 2!!!
I hate hats. I don’t know why, but I do. And I want Kurt to live his best life, but man, I hate that hat
Cory Monteith really got paid to drool. Goals
“Puck, with respect, you’re more helpful when you don’t contribute” Tell him, Artie!!!
Everybody making fun of Quinn :C Britt, you’re better than this!!
People (I’m people) can hate on Rachel all they want but this scenario is one example of her actually working harder than anybody else in the group. Yes, the solos should be shared more equally, but it’s hard to be mad at her when the others are claiming her ideas as their own and sitting around when they should be rehearsing. Except Brittany! She’s stretching, at least, love her
Terri let him NAP. WITHOUT DRUGS.
Finn’s having some serious mental health concerns but he’s not getting what he needs and I hate it. Help him!!!
Why does Terri care if Finn’s not faithful? Like, yeah, he should be, but it’s not going to affect the baby!
Surely if she took those pills for ALL of high school, they would’ve lost their effect after a while?
God I love high Finn. He just CHUCKED Matt outta that chair.
Puck knows what’s up. Kurt thinks it’s vitamin C, because Vogue said so, and Iove him. He also looks SO weirded out
Terri gave him a whole BOX huh?
Time for season 1′s best mash-up. I love this so much. They’re all going so HARD and Finn looks like his eyes are about to pop right out. The way he’s rubbing the mic... How could they not tell he was off his face???
MIKE’S SINGING. MIKE’S SINGING BACK UP AND NOBODY’S WINCING. Glee has no continuity confirmed
I feel like I shouldn’t find this performance cute because they’re all meant to be high as shit BUT THEY’RE JUST SO EXCITED???
Kevin McHale bumps every song features in up by at least 2 letter grades and that’s just a fact
LET MIKE CHANG DANCE!!!! LET HIM DANCE FOREVER HE DESERVES SO MUCH
I would say the same for Matt but then I’ll get sad about him being dumped into the void in like 16 episodes time
Oh Rachel worrying about Quinn... Be still my gay heart
Rachel just cuts right through her bullshit without hesitating for a second. She knows what it’s like to feel like the odd one out and she’s doing the absolute most to make sure Quinn doesn’t feel that way and I love her for it
The way Quinn slowly turns to face her... And Rachel says they don’t have to be enemies and Quinn can’t understand why Rachel would offer her a second chance...
Quinn legit draws porn of Rachel it’s canon. I mean it’s fucked up but there are only so many reasons a person would do that
“I would’ve tortured you if the roles were reversed you know” “I know” And then the way she watches Rachel walk away... My HEART
Ken and Terri, the power duo of awful
“Laughing... Talking... All the stuff she never does with me” I hate it. They suck. Emma is a dumbass for agreeing to date a guy who she just genuinely doesn’t like and Ken’s just an ASSHOLE for bullying her into it
And now Ken’s about to propose because he’s being bullied into it. Why the fuck does this happen?
I don’t buy that Rachel took this long to berate all the girls for not prepping their mash-up harder after the boys killed theirs. She’d be right on that
Kurt I love the waistcoat and the bowtie but WHAT is happening on your ELBOWS.
You really wanted those guys in cornrows, Kurt? None of them have the length for it. ALSO I love that the exotic bird feathers thing comes back next season 10/10
F-ROD!!! GO OFF RACHEL!!! Even if Finn doesn’t know what half these words mean!
Rachel really wakes up with flawless hair, huh! And then she just... Does all that. She never stops being extra...
Did they just start walking in the opposite direction?
I feel like it’s dumb that Rachel doesn’t just tell Mr Schue that they all took pills, but it’s more in character for her to not waste an opportunity to perform anyway
Howard Bamboo,totally unqualified man who absolutely isn’t staff, is just allowed on campus to deliver DRUGS? HELLO???
Quinn only gets folic acid... And yet I’m pretty sure she manages to keep up with everybody else. HOW?
“What’s up with Ken?” [FRANTIC PAPER SHREDDING]
I don’t care how married you are, no person should lick another person’s face
I can physically feel the awkwardness between Will and Terri. JUST DIVORCE ALREADY
Don’t like ya Will but you’re right, shit’s not healthy if there’s no space!
Imagine proposing in the staff room at work just because a random woman told you to
“Emma Pilsbury, this is not an engagement ring” “Oh thank god--” “No, I mean, it is” Just take the L, Ken
AND ALSO ANGELS!!!
Quinn’s so fucking concerned. I love this
I usually don’t like yellow clothes but these girls make it look so dang CUTE. More pastels plz
Again, I have no idea how pregnant Quinn is keeping up at all...
HALOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Kurt’s wearing those blocky shades so the boys can’t see his betrayal
Where the hell did this mock-stage set up come from
“We came up with the idea together!” No... Will, that was Sue. Sue gave you the idea
Emma’s pretty much explicitly told Will she’s only marrying Ken because Will won’t be with her. EVERYBODY SUCKS
This argument between Terri and Emma is a nightmare. The most confrontational person VS the least... I’d fucking evaporate if Terri came at me like that
The way Emma’s voice shakes when she tells Terri that Will deserves better... Ouchie
Quinn is just adorable. Diana made this character, and she did such an amazing job... She’s more empathetic than she lets anybody realise
The fact that Terri won’t even help this TEENAGE GIRL pay for the baby that she’ll eventually adopt is a nightmare. Where do you expect her to get the cash from?
Wanting to get married without being married is kind of a mood... Secret marriage
BEING A PUSHOVER WHEN IT COMES TO YOU DOESN’T MAKE HIM A GOOD MAN
Finn and Rachel both realising they screwed up is perfect.
Finn continuing to not know what any words mean is also perfect
This is a cute Rachel moment actually... Yes girl compete WITH your friends!!! You’re a team!!!!
Ahh, methamphetamines! That’s what it was. Yeah, fuck Terri
I’m still looking at Matt Morrison’s lips and trying to figure out if he’s had fillers. They just curl too far!!!
Mr Schue being called out for making things too competitive - fine, I guess. Bringing in SUE to rectify that...??? Hello? Figgins?
Those white jeans are a LOOK Kurt. He’s like a twink Steve Jobs rn
Britt and Santana’s little smiles at each other when Sue’s announced as co-captain... Hell yeah future wives
I’d like to think Will’s upset about Emma marrying Ken for the right reasons (i.e. Ken’s an asshole) but we been knew he’s not. He’s looking at her like he’s just been shot
AIN’T NOTHIN GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE! NOBODY GONNA SLOW ME DOWN! OH NO, I’VE GOT TO KEEP ON MOVIN!
I really just love how stupid this show is! It makes no god damn sense and I fall for it every time!
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