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sanjoongie · 2 years

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Ateez as Rockstar's~ Pt. 1

ღPairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader(f), Park Seonghwa x Reader(f), Choi San x Reader(f), Jeong Yunho x Reader(f) ღGenre: Rock Band! Au ღWord Count: 1,734 ღWarnings: mentions of drugs, alcohol, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, vaginal sex, dick piercing!, degradation kink, begging, oral (f receiving) ღRated: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot

ღSummary: in which ateez are in a band and you just joined and… it’s a little bit more convenient to have a girl member than find a groupie…

ღDedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland because what’s a thirsty stan without her thirsty stan sisters :’(

Part Two ↭ Yeosang, Mingi, Jongho and Hongjoong

Yunho as Lead Guitarist

It probably wasn’t a good idea to fuck your bandmates, and yet here you are, moaning without holding back as the lead guitarist’s fingers were down the front of your pants. The VIP room was small, littered with beer cans and half-smoked joints, but more importantly, enough room for Yunho to spread his legs and place your body between them. Those skilled fingers that played out a solo like it was easy, played you just as well. Two fingers deep in your cunt and one thumb rubbing your clit, you were in seventh heaven, and you had no regrets.

“That was a pretty good first show,” Yunho says casually, air puffing on the shell of your ear.

“Mmm,” is all you can manage, lifting your hips to meet his fingers thrusting into you.

“The double drums sounded good,” Yunho continued, “But I think you need to watch your beat as we come back into the second chorus when we play Utopia.”

“Fuck, Yunho,” You cry out. You’re not sure if it’s his long fingers reaching your g-spot or the circles he’s rubbing into your throbbing nub, “Can you give me notes later?”

“What?” You can hear the smirk in Yunho’s voice, “Can’t fuck and talk music at the same time?”

“I’d rather focus on--oh my god--yes, that angle--your fingers--fuuuuuuuck, Yunho, that’s so good!” He’s got you in a blathering mess and it’s only his fingers in you.

Yunho, cool as a cucumber, fucks his fingers into you, helping you coast through your orgasm and then pushes you towards a second. There’s tears pulling at your lashes, and probably making your eyeliner run, but you already feel the build of another orgasm and Yunho hasn’t even pulled your pants, or his, off yet.

“Such a greedy cunt, are you going to come again?” Yunho says lowly, lips pressed into your hair.

“We gotta--catch up--unfff--to the others!” You cry out, even though you have no intention of asking Yunho to stop. But it was going to look suspicious if you didn’t join the rest of the band at the pub soon.

“Is that a no?” He teases, slowing the pace of his fingers.

Your nails dig into his jeans, “Don’t you dare stop.”

“That’s what I thought.” And cruelly so, Yunho removes his index finger, only to fuck you with his middle and ring finger, just so he can pinch your clit. And you’ve never come harder as a result.

Seonghwa as Keyboardist

Was the keyboardist member of your band fucking you during sound check at this current moment? Yes. It wasn’t entirely your fault that you had worn a short skirt to sound check and Seonghwa had gotten ideas. It wasn’t your fault that one of the speaker’s happened to be the perfect height for you to be bent over on as Seonghwa fucked you from behind. It certainly wasn’t your fault that Wooyoung was so focused on sound check that he hadn't noticed you two fucking in the wings and the strum of his bass only added to your pleasure.

“Fuck, this cunt is everything,” Seonghwa moans from behind you.

“Shut up, Seonghwa,” You hiss, the lull in Wooyoung’s strums being dangerous.

“Can’t,” He groans again, fingers digging into your hips, “So. Fucking. Good.”

“How pussy-drunk are you?” You say through gritted teeth.

“Soooooo drunk,” Seonghwa groans.

The rest of your conversation is lost as Seonghwa picks up his pace, fucking you harder and you have to hold on tight to the speaker. Wooyoung finishes sound check and begins to play Wonderland on his bass. The continuous sound plays through the speaker under you, sound waves pulsating against your clit that’s pushed up against the speaker and it makes you moan. You clench down on Seonghwa and that in return makes him draw out another ‘fuuuuuuck’.

That’s when Seonghwa’s pace slows down, the gentle clinking of his chains tapping against his collarbones the only thing you can hear while Wooyoung converses with Mingi about when he comes in. “I don’t--”Seonghwa pants behind you, unsure how to say this nicely, “I’m gonna cum.”

You feel a smirk pulling at your lips. “Are you asking permission?”

“Can I?” Seonghwa’s voice cracks and he clears his throat. You both freeze as it echoes through the wings of the stage. When no one calls out, you feel the rings on Seonghwa’s fingers dig into your flesh as he starts to thrust into you again.

“Wanna come inside my pussy, Seonghwa? Wanna blow your load and I have no choice but to keep it inside of me as we do sound check, hmm? What if your cum starts dripping down my thighs as I drum, huh?”

Seonghwa has no chance, he comes after only a few more strokes. You send one more flirty smile his way, adjust your panties and go sit on the seat in front of your drum set, Seonghwa’s cum inside of you with only your panties holding it back. Sound check went pretty well, if you did say so yourself.

Wooyoung as Bassist

Wooyoung had approached you, eyes peeking up at you through his eyelashes every once in a while where he had cornered you after Hongjoong had called a band meeting in his garage. He confessed having seen you with Seonghwa during soundcheck. He even guessed about Yunho, based on the late appearance at the pub. So when he offered to be the next dick you bounced on, you had no problem with that. Especially when he said he’d smooth things over with Jongho, who was having a hard time sharing the spotlight as the original drummer of the band.

Wooyoung whined about being pushed to the empty garage floor but he wasn't whining once you took him between your thighs, grinding downwards on his pierced cockhead. The pleasure against your nub was unparalleled. But it did feel exponentially better sheathed inside of you, rubbing against the rough patch inside of you.

You wiggled your index finger through the loop on the collar on Wooyoung’s neck and crooked your finger to pull him forward. He sat up, licking his lips nervously. “Your whines are pretty, Wooyoung. Be louder for me.”

Wooyoung’s eyes went quickly to the door connecting the garage to Hongjoong’s house. “Aren’t you worried that Hongjoong will catch us?”

You grinned. “So either another band member catches me fucking someone and they get the same idea you did or,” Your grin widened, “Hongjoong can’t hear us anyways because he’s deep in his soundproof studio combing through our practice vids.”

Wooyoung moaned as you ran your hand through his hair on the back of his head and tightened your grip there. His adam’s apple moved up and down as he swallowed. That was your subtle way of enforcing your demand for a more vocal Wooyoung. “Please,” he begged.

“You like it rough, pretty boy?” You teased him.

“Call me pathetic,” Wooyoung whispered.

You made a pleased noise. “Don’t tell me you like it when someone degrades you? You’re that sad that you need that to get off?” Wooyoung whined again, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

You bounced a little harder and faster on Wooyoung’s dick. “Poor Wooyoung needs someone to tell him his pathetic dick will never compare to Yunho’s or Seonghwa’s. I’m not sure you’ll even make me cum! Is that why you have your dick pierced? So you can have an advantage. It is pretty though,” You said. Wooyoung came, gasping hard on the rough garage floor.

You chuckled darkly. “Told you you wouldn’t make me come. I guess we’ll have to fuck through your orgasm for mine. But you’ll like that, won’t you?” Wooyoung’s whine was answer enough.

San as Second Vocals (high)

You weren’t a morning person, per say, but San definitely wasn’t. The other vocalist of your band, the one who’s falsetto tempted angels from the heavens downwards, was currently snoring on your couch. He had crashed after you invited the band to your place last night. San had drunk too much and couldn't be swayed to leave after he lied down.

You nurse a coffee yourself, contemplating how to get him out of your apartment. “San.” You shake his shoulder but he simply makes a noise of displeasure and keeps his eyes firmly shut. You put your coffee down with a sigh and shake him with both hands. “Choi San, get up!”

The man, instead of getting up, wraps an arm around your waist and almost brings you down upon him. You manage to halt the progress by firmly planting your knees by his side on the couch cushions. “Give me a few more minutes and then I can give you the best head you’ve ever had.”

You shake your head and blink profusely. Since when did this go from sleepover to slip in you? “Uh, San, you know I’m not expecting anything in return for letting you stay the night, right?”

A slow sultry smile pulls his lips and accentuates his lip piercing. “I wanna repay the favor.”

Mister Generous does indeed do so. With both your hands bracing on the arm rest as you straddle the vocalist, San’s lips and tongue and teeth make fast work of your pussy. Having only slept in an oversized shirt and no panties, it made it extremely easy to just let him go to town. He splays his hand on your abdomen while he lazily sucks on your clit. You shiver at the sensation of his hoop against your sensitive nub. When your legs start to shake as your climax begins to crescendo, San lies his head back.

You pant as you say, “...the fuck?...San?”

“You wanna come, Baby?” San croons from under you.

You whine at having a denied climax. “Feels so good.”

“Beg for it,” San insists.

Looking down at the brunette, with his face a mess with your wetness, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously, you honestly can’t say no. “Please, San, please make me come on your tongue.”

"Your wish is my command," San says, tongue poking into his cheek.

His hand on your abdomen moves so that his thumb can half spread your outer lips so that he can get easier access to your clit. His other hand gratuitously gropes your ass. His eyes grew small in glee as he heard you chant his name as his tongue sought out your high.

Turns out, you can sing high notes as well.

Part Two ↭ Yeosang, Mingi, Jongho and Hongjoong

#kvanity #ateez smut #jung wooyoung smut #choi san smut #park seonghwa smut #jeong yunho smut #ღatz #topaz's work #ateez as rockstars

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stories-and-chaos · 2 months

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Tarnished pt 12

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[Part 12/?? Word count 2746 Cw: burns, torture]

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15 years ago, while Octavia was still in the egg.

Stolas had been suffering through tea with his wife and brother-in-law when King Paimon ordered his son’s presence. Details of the owl prince’s formal investiture ceremony needed confirmation from both men and the use of Stolas’ grimoire.

While all options for this afternoon’s activities were distasteful, Paimon’s demands trumped Andrealphus’ social call. Blitzø helped him into more formal attire to meet with Paimon. The imp was staying back though. Stolas tried to keep the interactions between Blitzø and his father to a minimum.

Fortunately at this point the imp’s leash extended to all of the Pride Ring and some of Wrath. He didn’t have to accompany Stolas when the prince took the book from the estate. There had been plenty of times when Blitzø had been forced into Paimon’s (or other Goetia’s) presence because of that stupid binding. Being able to stay at the palace was a relief.

Which meant he was at the palace with no buffer between him, Stella and her brother.

Which meant he didn’t have a reason to refuse when the two royal demons ordered his presence.

Blitzø and Stolas had been in such a rush to get Stolas ready and out the door, the owl hadn’t thought to give his friend permission to leave the grounds. Both of the other Goetia expressed disdain over Blitzø in general. But so far they had mostly ignored him.

I gotta tell Floof for next time, Blitzø thought as he stepped into Stella’s drawing room. She had her own set of rooms within the palace, in an adjacent wing to her husband’s. Blitzø kept his voice as flat and expressionless as possible. “You called, ma’am?” He mentally choked on the phrase but managed it.

“Come here imp.” Stella looked down her beak at him and gestured to a spot next to her seat. Fuuuuuuuck me. Whatever she wanted couldn’t be good. Andrealphus, for his part, had a smug look as he watched Blitzø approaching.

Once he was next to the table, Stella swung her arm. The serrated steak knife in her hand was quickly deflected from his neck. What would have been a fatal blow instead gave her a stinging palm as the knife spun away.

Andrealphus sighed. “It seems the reports of protection on him were correct. I’d hoped with Stolas and his grimoire absent it would be weakened.” Blitzø wasn’t about to let this bastard know he was right. “Fucking bitch!” he growled, turning to run.

Shrieking with rage, Stella flung her teacup at him. The cup cracked on his horn just above his eye and the scalding hot liquid splashed over half his face.

He yelped in pain. “Shit!” Blitzø stumbled to the door, only for Andrealphus to grab a horn tip and pull him back.

“Well! I suppose the protection isn’t absolute,” he said with sadistic glee. Blitzø could feel icy magick radiating from the bird demon as he was hauled onto the table. “I believe this will require some experimentation. Don’t you agree my dear sister?”

“Indeed Andrealphus. It will be quite an educational experience for us all.” Stella retrieved the knife and ordered teapots filled with boiling water. While they waited for the pots to arrive, she used the knife to cut Blitzø’s clothes away.

He tried to get away, spewing a stream of curses at the siblings. Andrealphus, tired of holding the imp down, pinned his wrists and ankles to the table with magickal ice. It being magickal didn’t stop it from being painfully cold, as much as the burn on Blitzø’s face. It did prevent the ice from melting; neither his body heat or the boiling water had any effect.

Blitzø might not have been able to escape, but he wasn’t about to give these cocksuckers the satisfaction of him screaming. He’d seen the sadistic excitement in both of them and if he couldn’t fight back, he could at least make this less entertaining for them.

Besides, one of his special skills was pointing out people’s flaws. Another was making insults into an art form. So he kept up a litany of insults, criticisms, and curses while Stella poured boiling water on his bare skin and her brother applied more of his freezing cold magick.

There was a point when he couldn’t help but scream though. Thankfully, Stolas burst into the room moments later. The prince was panting after sprinting to the room; he still had his hat and cape on. Blitzø caught a glance of an imp behind Stolas. One of the servants, unable to stop the royal demons, had alerted Stolas as soon as they could.

Blitzø barely managed to whisper Stolas’ name before he fainted.

The imp spent weeks healing from the incident. Even though his kind of demon healed quickly, over half his body was covered in burns and frostbite. Even the Goetia would take a long time to heal from something like that.

He didn’t remember the first week, he was on so many painkillers. Probably for the best as when he was weaned off some, the pain was still intense. Some changes had already occurred in that first week.

Stolas couldn’t divorce Stella over this, not yet. The precautionary heir this arrangement was meant to produce hadn’t even hatched yet. He did however banish her to the other side of the palace. Stella’s new suite was as far from Stolas’ as possible. Their single egg remained in Stolas’ wing.

While Blitzø was recuperating, Stolas had the Hellhound guards rotated. It took some time, but between Vex, Scarlet, and Blitzø (once he was conscious) they determined which ones were loyal to Stolas, which still sided with Paimon and now Stella, and which were neutral. While the imp hated it, he had at least one friendly Hound guarding him until he was back on his hooves.

Stolas couldn’t keep Blitzø with him constantly. Technically he could, but despite their relationship turning intimate a few years prior, neither demon wanted to be glued at the hip together. He was determined to give his friend and lover as much privacy and freedom as he could. So he had the rooms next to his bedroom altered. It had been linen storage for his chambers. Now it was something like a studio apartment, complete with kitchenette and full bathroom. The only entrance was a door next to Stolas’ bed.

Blitzø said it looked a lot like a fancy cell, but something about the secure space was comforting. Stella couldn’t get into here. His friend had put a great deal of effort into warding the door. Only Blitzø, Stolas, and Scarlet could enter freely. Only Blitzø could allow anyone else in.

It took Stolas two months to get the spell tuned correctly. The prince felt every bit of effort had been worth it. Once Blitzø was able to be up and about again, he could see the fear his friend tried to suppress whenever Stella was near. His wife could see it too. She made every effort to be in Blitzø’s vicinity at least once a day, just to experience the thrill of his trauma.

So seeing the terror melt away in Blitzø’s new safe haven, it broke Stolas’ heart while validating all those hours of work. The first night they knew it was secure (Vex had been the test subject, not being on the entry list) Blitzø fell asleep the instant he laid down on the bed.

In an echo of their first days together, Stolas covered him in a blanket and tucked Waffle Iron the plush horse in the blanket with him. Waffle Iron had been the most loyal of inanimate objects, sticking with Blitzø through all the worst days and his battered appearance showed it. His stuffing was clumped in sections under the cloth. There were awkward repair stitches in spots and patches that were starting to get threadbare. Scarlet had offered to take Waffle to a ‘toy hospital.’ It was essentially a repair shop that specialized in toy restoration. But Blitzø had refused, saying Waffle Iron was perfect as he was. Privately, he admitted to Stolas that once Waffle’s legs started falling off he’d probably take Scarlet up on the offer.

But for now the valiant Waffle Iron was a steady source of comfort for Blitzø. Stolas remained in the room, reading on the couch. It wasn’t a velvet upholstered, gilded, and ornamented affair like so many others in the palace. Like the rest of the furniture Blitzø had selected, it was sturdy and comfortable, with no frills or added fanciness. Plain brown cloth with horse pattern blanket draped over the back and horseshoe cushions. If there was a way to make an object horse themed, Blitzø had incorporated it. He had a room in the palace before but this was the first time he’d been able to choose how a room was furnished and the imp ran with it.

Stolas’ reading selection was more work than pleasure tonight. He didn’t have many friends among the upper echelons of Hell’s society. Those he did count as friends were as passionate about learning and using magick as he was. One of whom had found some works concerning magickal bindings and contacts. Stolas was loaning one of his books on prophecy in exchange for the one he was studying now.

He still didn’t know the exact spell Paimon had forced him to use on Blitzø. They knew the results but demonic magick was a tricky thing, even for high ranking demons. There was a great deal of fuckery involved whenever something new was added. Even a different word tense could alter a spell.

The somewhat fickle protection on Blitzø was evidence of that. Stolas pleading ‘don’t hurt him’ while the initial casting was in process had changed a servitude binding to something they still didn’t know the extent of. We may never know all the specifics, Stolas thought glumly as he turned a page.

Like most books on magick, this used a runic alphabet and Stolas suspected there was a code in some sections as well. Annoying but he’d puzzle it out. By this point the prince was sure that the bond couldn’t be broken. If nothing else, his own growing power, while allowing Blitzø more physical freedom, was reinforcing the existing chains.

He was focused on nullifying the effects instead. Perhaps he could subvert the specifics of the bond. So any scrap of knowledge he could gather was helpful.

Stolas stayed up much to late and woke up to Blitzø snuggled up next to him, tail wrapped around the prince’s waist while he scrolled through his phone. “Morning Floof. You didn’t have to stay here all night,” Blitzø said dryly once he realized Stolas was awake.

“But I wanted to, darling.” Stolas nuzzled the base of Blitzø horn sleepily. Anything else he was going to say was forgotten by a pounding on the door.

“Master Stolas!” Vex’s voice had an urgent edge. “Your Highness! The hatching started sir!”

Stolas squawked and flailed for the door. Holy shit it’s happening! Terror and excitement filled him as he flung open the door. He thanked Vex, the paused. “Blitzø, you don’t have to accompany me if you don’t want to. Stella will likely be there as well.” Stolas wasn’t going to miss more of his child hatching than he already had; he could only assume Stella would be the same.

Blitzø paled and gulped. He’d been anticipating the egg hatching too, if only to see Stolas’ reaction to become a father. He wavered for a time while Vex helped Stolas change.

Stolas had dashed off to the nursery. The hatching had barely started; he could hear little peeps in the egg and the tap-tap-tapping as the baby worked at making cracks. He made soothing trills to his chick, letting them know a parent was nearby and encouraging them.

Half an hour later, minimal progress was made. Every egg took time to hatch and there was no rushing the process. If the chick was in distress, someone could help them. But forcing an egg open could kill the hatching. Stolas wasn’t surprised by the minute changes in the shell.

He was surprised by Blitzø’s arrival with breakfast. “ I’m not gonna fucking miss this Floof, not even the bitchy feather duster could keep me away.” Blitzø had decided he wouldn’t let Stella ruin what happiness he could manage and that included being involved with Stolas’ kid. “Besides, when else am I gonna get to see you look this stupid over a wiggly potato?” Stolas chucked a bit of toast at him, which Blitzø caught in midair.

The hatching took all day, it turned out. Stella arrived in the late morning, saw how little progress was made and told them, “Call me when it’s almost out,” before leaving the room in a swirl of silk. She grinned at Blitzø’s stiffness at her presence and the wide eyed look he couldn’t suppress.

But she couldn’t do anything to the imp with Stolas there. She left for some gossip as social plotting with her friends.

The egg cracked open about half an hour before midnight. The baby Goetia rested with part of the shell stuck to their butt and another part on their head like a hat. The palace doctor made sure no one touched the hatchling yet. “Give them some space; they’ll get the rest of the shell off when they’re ready. Send another message to Lady Stella.”

Stolas looked besotted with the wrinkled chick. He and Blitzø had both been talking and giving encouragement to the baby as the egg rocked and cracked over the day. Now he was crouched next to the nest, eye level to the newborn. “Well done, little one,” he praised them. “You’ve worked so hard, I’m so proud of you.” The hatchling peeped quietly in response. “Take all the time you need, Daddy is right here.”

Dammit, Blitzø thought, he looks stupid and adorable. Not fair Floof. That didn’t stop him from snapping pictures, including a couple selfies next to them. “Dude, they really do look like an angry potato.”

Stolas just had a stupid smile. “A precious angry potato, isn’t that right little one?” he cooed to both Blitzø and the chick. As if in retaliation to the potato comment, the chick kicked off the rest of the shell.

The doctor came up to examine them. After confirming the baby was in good shape, she wrapped up the hatchling and handed the bundle to Stolas. “Congratulations your highness, it's a girl.”

Stolas’ expression was full of wonder as he carefully cradled the baby. “Hello my darling girl, welcome to Hell.”

Stella walked in, yawning as she did so. “It’s finally done?”

“Yes my lady,” the doctor answered. “You have a healthy daughter. Congratulations.”

“Oh, well that is lovely.” She gestured imperiously to Stolas who handed her the baby. “Hello there, poppet. I’m Stella, your mummy. We’re going to do great things together.” She cooed down at the baby who wriggled in her wrappings. “Obviously once you’ve got some feathers and your feet under you dear.” She handed the girl back to Stolas. “The nursemaids are all prepared? Excellent. I’ll be back in the morning.” She turned to leave.

“Stella?” the prince called out to her. She looked at him over her shoulder. “The baby’s name? I was thinking ‘Octavia’ would suit her.”

Stella glanced between the baby and her husband. “It was on our agreed list of names. Octavia it is.” Then she was off.

Blitzø, who had stayed out of her sight, was flabbergasted. Even his own dad, the greedy jackass, hadn’t been so detached. “Christ on a stick, she might be worse than your sperm donor Floof.”

The prince just sighed. “Not to worry Octavia, Daddy will always be here for you.” He patted the tiny chick gently. “Would you like to hold her Blitzø?”

“Uh, I guess?” The imp carefully held the squirmy chick. “Uhhhhh, hey there miniFloof?” Octavia yawned hugely. “Aw dammit, you are a cute potato.” He gently stroked her wrinkly head. “Hi Octavia. I’m Blitzø, the ‘o’ is silent. I’m your dad’s friend, so I’ll be here for you too.”

His burns were still healing, so Blitzø couldn’t hold her for long. He passed Octavia back to her father and the two men enjoyed the bit of peace in the nursery. At least until Octavia started crying for food.

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jackienautism · 3 months

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i was gonna apologize at some point for posting so much mean girls but honestly i don’t give a FUUUUUUUCK if you don’t like mean girls DONT TALK TO ME……… i will say however idk how one goes from saw to mean girls i’m so sorry abt that specifically

#mine #text

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pips-fics · 1 year

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ask: i have a request for one where han gets nauseous and sick while 3racha were recording and chan and changbin comfort him. thanks so much!

this is a submission for @monthofsick day 6!

tw: vomiting

worse at night ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

recording had been going well all day - the group was cruising through songs for their next album at record speed. they were in such great shape that it looked like they might even be able to have their comeback early. to congratulate themselves and regain a bit of energy, the members of 3racha grabbed a bit to eat before returning to the studio around 9 pm to finish up some post-production work for a few hours.

as they walked back to the studio, changbin noticed that jisung had boxed up almost his entire meal. he’d known that the younger man had been enduring a headache all day, but he’d assumed it had gotten better as jisung had seemed in high spirits throughout the day. now he was notably dragging his feet.

changbin kept a close eye on him as they settled back in and was relieved when jisung regained a bit of color and pep after sitting down and having some water. changbin wrote it off as dehydration, which was alarmingly common for the youngest member of 3racha, and made sure to encourage him to drink more throughout the next hour and a half. by 11 o’clock, they were all tired and had drifted into their own little worlds, ironing out some lyrics and nitpicking each other’s edits. changbin was thinking about calling it when a quiet and unsteady voice broke the silence.

“hyung,” jisung’s voice wavered. changbin’s head whipped towards him, and chan’s did the same next to him. “i think i should go home.”

that much was evident even without it being vocalized. within 30 minutes, jisung had gone from looking like a guy with a moderately bad headache to sweating enough that the studio lights glistened off of the side of his washed-out face.

“what happened?” chan asked. jisung shrugged. the combination of flushed cheeks and heavily bagged eyes made him look both very young and much older than he really was. changbin couldn’t stop himself from placing his forehead on jisung’s head, just to confirm the near-surety that he had a fever

“i just started feeling worse the later it got.” he slumped forward on the desk in front of him, breaths coming deep and slow and erratic. changbin watched jisung’s hand drift to his stomach and made eye contact with chan. these were, unfortunately, not unfamiliar gestures to either of them.

“your stomach’s acting up?” chan asked, only to earn himself another shrug.

“jisungie, do you think you’re gonna throw up?” changbin was reaching for the trash can beside the desk even as jisung robotically shook his head. mere seconds later, he ducked his head under the desk with a heady belch that escalated into an aborted heave.

“fuuuuuuuck,” jisung groaned, reluctantly accepting the receptacle that changbin practically pushed into his hands. “i feel so sick all of a sudden, i don’t know urk!” he lurched over the trash can, only to expel air. “don’t know what happened.”

chan and changbin watched helplessly as jisung’s thin frame jolted forward with multiple aborted heaves, not knowing whether to offer a comforting touch or give him space.

“you guys can leave,” jisung choked out. “you don’t need to, uh…” his body drifted dizzily from side to side as if he was having trouble holding himself upright until chan placed two hands on his shoulders to steady him.

“don’t worry about us, sung, just focus on yourself for now, yeah?”

changbin nodded. “we’ll stick with you until you’re okay to head back home.”

for a moment, jisung’s face was open, vulnerable, and grateful. he leaned into chan’s side, and clutched changbin’s hand in a vice grip as his stomach gurgled ominously. for a moment, it was quiet and calm, and only the sounds of jisung’s labored breathing could be heard. changbin felt a pinprick of sharp malice towards the world for making his hardworking teammate suffer so intensely. then jisung’s back arched suddenly, an obvious reaction to his stomach muscles contracting, and a tentative heave brought up a small mouthful of puke splashing into the trashcan.

changbin’s own heart-rate kicked up as the stench of barf hit his nostrils. jisung’s hand squeezed tighter on his own and the sick man made a noise of disgust, or possibly regret. it was too late to go back now, though. the floodgates had been opened and, accompanied by a full-body shudder a massive amount of vomit gushed forth. jisung got no more than a whimper in before the second powerful rush, and by the third, his grip on changbin’s hand weakened while the older boy’s did the opposite, clenching tight as jisung was wrung out.

“breathe, sung,” changbin said. on jisung’s other side, chan brushed his hands through sweaty hair, but it didn’t seem to have the soothing effect he was going for as jisung continued to cough and sputter, lips dripping with rapidly accumulating spit.

“i can’t,” jisung gasped. “can’t breathe. make it stop.”

changbin wished desperately that he could. “soon, jisungie,” he said instead, but his words were drowned out by a gut-wrenching and drawn out belch. a dark stream of liquified stomach contents splattered against plastic.

“i want this to stop,” jisung whispered, voice rough from rawness. “i want to go home.”

“you’re doing so well, baby,” chan broke in, but jisung only shook his head, tears rolling down his face freely. changbin checked his temperature again and was unsurprised to find that the heat of jisung’s forehead had intensified. after two aborted heaves in quick succession, changbin offered a water bottle.

“you’ll feel worse if you get dehydrated.”

“too sick,” jisung choked out, jaw clamped tightly shut. changbin’s heart clenched.

“you gotta relax a bit, buddy,” chan brushed a gentle hand up and down jisung’s spine. his muscles unwound minutely and the retching tapered off. he looked like a rag doll, completely drained of energy. changbin’s arms opened wide, inviting a hug, and jisung leaned into his embrace. after a few moments changbin heard jisung’s breath slowing down and evening out.

“do you feel okay to head home now?” chan asked. the clock on the wall read 11:53 but changbin felt like they’d been stuck there in a room smelling of puke for days. he could only imagine how jisung was feeling.

“i’m so tired, hyung,” jisung mumbled. “wanna go home and sleep.”

changbin helped him to his feet. “let’s go home, then.”

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Review #293: Last Splash, The Breeders

FUUUUUUUCK I love this record, but it permanently damaged the hearing in my right ear. I caught their show at Blackheath Hall in 2005. I put myself right at the front because I really loved them that much and I wanted — no, needed — to feel the heaving guitar in my chest, it felt like, to even continue on. I was seventeen so you know, everything felt a bit extra. I might as well have been hugging the PA system. Anyway, I didn’t anticipate what would happen during the part in Cannonball where Kim sings (yells) “WANT YOU, LITTLE CUCKOO” into the harmonic mic with all that distortion. Yeah, it’s loud. It’s so loud. My eardrum burst. I’ve had tinnitus ever since. My poor left eardrum suffered the same fate two weeks later at the Reading Fez (RIP), during a Mew show. Respectable, but so much less cool than its audio peeper partner in crime. Wear earplugs my friends. It’s not a joke.

Kim Deal founded The Breeders while The Pixies were on hiatus. Well that’s not true, she had been doing both but never able to focus on The Breeders, until 1993 when went Frank Black abruptly announced The Pixies hiatus live during an interview without informing the other band members first. The hiatus was kind of due burnout from recording three albums in two years and touring the hell out of them. Really though, Kim was not getting along with Frank. Here’s the thing — nobody really gets along with Frank. I love the Pixies. I do. But I will get into a fist fight with anyone who wants to insist that they’re better than The Breeders. They’re not. And the thing is, everyone has listened to The Pixies, while most of those same people haven’t given Kim and her band the same time of day. And you know why that is? Because they’re women who are playing heavy rock music. That’s all there is to it. I won’t hear anymore about it, I won’t say anymore about it and I’m not gonna fucking argue with you or anybody else about it. I’m right. Frank Black is a man, he fronts a band, so he gets paid more attention and listened to, and his shitfuck behavior gets dismissed as creative genius. The songs are great but that doesn’t mean you’re not an asshole, Frank! I’ll die on this hill but I’ll also throw hands before I do. Come at me.

I present to you, No Aloha, which actually, beautifully illustrates my point. It is also both beautiful and knockout punch effortlessly cool. It’s dreamy, and also like “we’re here to fuck shit up”. How can I express that it’s lovely and also ass kicking in its vague but biting commentary on being a woman in the music industry, and trying to make it in a band made up of all women (I think they’ve had a dude drummer in their line up from time to time to be fair, but still). It’s about how people that gave her the time of day during her Pixies tenure don’t give a shit about her now “No bye, no aloha, gone with a rock promoter” and how the perils of womanhood impact her creative output “motherhood means mental freeze, freezeheads, no aloha”. Think about what no aloha means. No hello. No goodbye. The disrespect. Ugh. Fuck yes to putting this out there unabashedly.

Obviously, Cannonball, the song that exploded my right ear, is iconic. If you don’t immediately recognize its bassline then I regret to inform you that you need to brush up on your general pop culture knowledge and you stand literally no chance of ever placing at any kind of trivia night. But most importantly, where have you been, and what have you been doing? And are you okay? Genuinely, you’re missing out. The whole thing about them is that musically they are just making some NOISE, and rocking so hard, but Kim’s voice is also so gentle and smooth. Like warm molten wax, or thick maple syrup and butter soaking into a perfect pancake. And she’s harmonizing with her own twin sister, who has the same voice? It’s too many textures but they’re polar opposites. It overwhelms and soothes at the same time. It’s quite an experience. So get it in your ears already.

There are some really lo-fi dulled down tracks, that are really tender and only a band of women could make them. Do You Love Me Now? Literally a low energy bass-led ballad earnestly asking someone if they want to get back together. It’s heart on sleeve girl bravery: I still love you and I don’t care if this doesn’t work out for me, I’m gonna say it. Such a poignant question, followed by a command:

“Does love ever end?

When two hearts are torn away?

Or does it go on?

And beat strong anyway?

You’ve loved me before

Do you love me now?

Come on come on come back to me

Right now”

It finishes with this cascade of harmonies. And I adore it.

My favorite track, and favorite story. Drivin’ on 9. A little ditty! Who doesn’t love a ditty? Again I need to talk about Kim’s voice. It’s like. It’s like. What is it like? When you toast a marshmallow and then squish it between a graham cracker and melted chocolate. It’s like, a smooth whiskey, probably (I don’t like whiskey). It’s like a tiny bird just landed on your hand for the briefest moment. It’s so delicate and precious and you don’t know how such a voice comes out of anyone’s mouth, but especially not hers, because she’s so tough and cool. The strings in the song make me want to die in the best way. Like when people say they died and went to heaven. They pluck it AND they use the bows. Why do I love it so much? Probably because it’s a song about driving and thinking. That’s my favorite thing to do.

“Drivin’ on 9

Lookin’ out my windowsill

Wonderin’ if I want you still

Wonderin’ what’s mine”

I last saw them play at Cannery Ballroom, and the most wonderful thing(s) happened. Firstly, they played this track, so I was happy to begin with. But there was some issue, like one of the violins was missing or broken or not able to be mic’d up correctly or something, I forget. So, Kelley Deal SANG the violin solo. And got it dead on. I cried. These women are just the coolest to ever do it.

I write these reviews because I fundamentally have a problem with the makeup of music critics being made up of men. And I notice looking back how these records and tracks are interconnected with trash men who have acted trash to me or others. I have things to say. I take issue with how they’re written as though their subjective opinions are gospel to be consumed as objective fact. This dynamic can make or break someone’s career when it’s their art and creative output that they’ve poured their heart and soul into. It’s no coincidence that music overall, but rock and alternative music in particular is made up of majority white men, too. Some with self-proclaimed “good taste” can just label it good or bad when it’s not necessarily made for someone that looks like them. These reviews are my experience and my opinion and it’s okay with me if you do or don’t agree, if you love a record that I hate, or if you hate a record I love. But more voices are important and remembering that they’re subjective opinions is pretty fucking important. Hearing someone’s passion (or lack of) about a record is more valuable than hearing their self-importance or gravitas. The Rolling Stone Top 500 is fundamentally flawed in how it’s compiled because of who it’s compiled by, and so I’m deconstructing it one review at a time, noting that as a white woman, the addition of my voice isn’t the full answer or even a big part of the answer. But like I said, I have things to say, and I hope if you have things to say, whoever you are, you’ll share too. But here we are: it’s just proving my point. I’ll be writing one review of The Breeders, but two for The Pixies.

I’m just doing what Kim did when she got sick of the bullshit with Frank Black and The Pixies and decided to do it her way. Nowhere near as loud, nowhere near as cool, and I expect your eardrums will survive my reviews in tact.

Signing off with these words from my favorite “girl” band:

“I see a boy I know

His hair's on fire

The whole world I discovered

If you're so special, why aren't you dead?

I just wanna get along

Wave bye bye

Cus it ain’t never coming down now”

#album review #music #music review #rolling stone top 500 #the breeders #last splash #kim deal #the pixies

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pandoraimperatrix · 9 months

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I'm still blocked as fuuuuuuuck and having no time for nothing I even shit at work because I don't have time to shit at home but here have a bit of I managed to write

It's for a extra chapter for WW from Gar's and Rachel's POV.

She comes to him room every night after Kory leaves. And for some reason he doesn’t even question why, she doesn’t explain herself, they don’t need that. They don’t need that for the same reason why is isn’t weird to have her in his bed, hooded under crook of his neck as if she was the one that was able to turn into animals and making herself small and fuzzy, a baby bird kicked from the nest.

If the nightmares wasn’t bad enough with the added discomfort from his arm’s phantom pain from a fracture that disappeared with just a change into a different animal before he returned to himself, she snored badly and moved around too much.

And the first day after Zatanna comes along it gets so bad that Gar just knows he’ll be equipped with a headache and a terrible mood to deal with the costumers from the cafeteria, but he won’t call in sick, he never does.

Going there, pretending to be normal, pretending that once upon a time he didn’t kill, maimed and fed from every single person inside, crazy as it is, it’s the last flimsy string of the brief taste of normality he wasn’t ready to give up entirely yet.

Just as it never occurs to him to simply kick her out. Even though the sleep isn’t restorative, having her solid and warm at his arm’s length does more to rest his soul and mind than a thousand years of sleeping would.

Gar pats the top of her head just to reassure himself she’s there sometimes, and cringes when he remembers that once upon a time he had a crush on her. When they didn’t know each other. Before she became so much more than a pretty girl in goth clothing and big sad eyes, before she became his sister, and way better than a girlfriend could ever be, before she became his soulmate.

His soulmate just happened to be a pain in the ass at night, hogging blankets and sometimes turning into a werid cyclone of sharp blades and demonic energy. She made him more sleep deprived than a newborn’s mother. He complained, but never with resentment, and when she says she’s sorry Gar only roll his eyes, an habit he took from her. Rachel showed dislike and dissatisfaction so easily, it was enviable, when you grow up in a house where everybody was dangling on the edge, you learn to thread carefully, hide under a mask and beware.

But know she’s teaching him it’s okay to be him, and show who he is, and he is learning.

“Zatanna is a bitch,” he tells Rachel handing her a pack of frozen peas.

Rachel barks a laugh mixed with a snort and then clenches her eyes in pain, Gar takes the cut to turn the already dim lights off, engulfing them in complete darkness, his pupils stretch into the pupils of a tiger.

“You were the one fangirling when Dick called her.”

He sighs, one would think by now he’d have learned to never meet his heroes, too bad his disappointing heroes became his judgemental extended family and that mostly he couldn't help but keep meeting the bastards.

#wandering worlds #dcu titans #max titans #hbo max titans #beast boy #dc raven #garfield logan #rachel roth #Rachel and Gar are queer platonic partners

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slowlyhardgoatee · 10 months

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Oh, this is too funny.

That guy you came here with? He’s long gone. I’ve seen him do this before: he’ll take a boy to his favourite trucker rest stop - this one - and he’ll set him up kneeling in front of the glory hole in the last toilet stall. Then, while other truckers take turns fucking the faggot’s mouth, he just drives away - usually with another boy in tow.

Now, I know you’ve been in that stall for about 2 hours. I know that because I went in to actually use the toilet about 90 minutes ago and there was a queue of fat trucker daddies waiting their turn in your mouth. So I just sat in my truck and waited. Meanwhile your guy had already scored another hot piece and was off.

The last guy came out of the restroom building, winked at me and said ‘All yours, buddy. I hope you like ‘em good and used.’ And guess what, boy? I sure do.

So, looks like you’re stuck here. Where are you headed anyway? L.A.? Figures. It’s good few days drive from here, though. But I’ll tell you what, faggot. You get up in my cab, and I’ll give you a ride. I’ll give you the ride of your fucking life.

Now, boy, my cab, my rules, ok? And the first rule is, anything I say goes. If you want a ride out of here, you’re gonna strip butt naked right here and leave your clothes on the ground. Pass me your wallet and ID as well.

Good fag. Not a bad body, either. Go ahead and get up in the cab, boy. Just give me a second, I gotta take a leak.

Fuck, that feels better. Spraying my trucker piss all over your clothes while you watch. You got a spare set of clothes, faggot? Too bad. I’m gonna save your undies, though. They’re covered in my piss. Gonna stuff ‘em in your fucking mouth while I’m raping you, boy.

Speaking of which, get up there. It’s time to go over your other rules.

You now answer to Boy, Faggot, Cunt or Slave. Forget your actual name. I don’t know it, I don’t want to know it, and I’m gonna make sure no one ever calls you by it again.

You don’t speak unless you are directly asked a question. The only phrases you are permitted to say in response are ‘Yes, Sir’, ‘Thank you Sir’, and ‘Harder please, Sir’. I will allow you the privilege of jacking off once a day. However, as soon as you shoot your load, you will instantly beg me to boot you in the fucking balls. And I never wear anything other than steel-toed boots, boy.

And finally, your cunt belongs to me. It is my property, to be used and abused as often as I want, for as long as I want. We will be stopping at other rest stops on the way, obviously, and I will be making money off your faggot twat by renting it out at every rest stop we come to.

Now, I’m gonna break you in, boy. Mark my fucking territory. On all fours, bitch boy, and arch your fucking back like the slut you are. Good cunt. Now beg me to rape you. Oh yeah. Fucking mean it, cunt. Louder. Louder, faggot. Beg for my fat fucking trucker daddy cock. Beg me to breed that cunt. You ready, boy? Here it comes, slave.

Fuck yeah. Right to the bristles on the first thrust. Feeling all that fucking trucker slime up your cunt. God I love sloppy seconds. I love a used hole. And yours is gonna get used several times a day from now on, boy.

Oh, fuck, I’m close. Clench those cunt muscles, faggot. Atta fucking boy. Here it comes… FUUUUUUUCK YEAH, FAGGOT BOY. Fuck. Yeah, take it all, cunt. Now lick my dick clean and let’s get going. Next rest stop’s in about an hour, so you’d better be ready for a good hard fuck.

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sweetsmalldog · 6 months

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Castlevania: Nocturne Episode 6 liveblog

While the episode is loading I read the synopsis and hope Sypha or Trevor get mentioned if not by name by Sypha being how the Belmonts got Speaker Magic

Oooh moon

DROLTA!!!!

This is my favorite Drolta outfit now I love the blood red coat with the white pants

Idk what the horses are doing

Oh is that the Messiah?

Drolta’s hair looks so good

She’s got daddy issues for the fucking sun

Oh this poor lady

The shot of the snow white skirt spread around them while she drinks that poor woman’s blood is absolute cinema

“Please call me anything but grandad” This man has given me Trevor vibes if Trevor was old the whole time maybe it’s just a Belmont thing

Ritcher deserves these answers actually yeah why was his mom sending him to Tera and not you old man?!?!

I take back what I said about him having Trevor vibes Trevor was funny even when he was depressed at least

A deal?!?!?!

So you’re a stalker old man

It is a bit creepy

Tera has a lot to tell both these kids

What is it with the Belmont family always been alone and when they have family not being one

How many “Last of the Belmonts” has their been at this point?

I feel so bad for Maria and Ritcher. Tera is all they had and now they find out she’s been keeping this kinda of stuff from them, straight up lying to Maria about her dad and agreeing to never let Ritcher know his grandfather was alive and around

YOU OWE HIM SOME FUCKING BIRTHDAY PRESENTS YOU ASS

Ritcher my boy I’m adopting you too actually all your guardians keep hiding important shit, You and Maria are my kids now. Tera can visit but you don’t half to see her if you don’t want to

“Your a Belmont your not supposed to hide in a hut. And you’re not supposed to kill vampires for money” FUCKIN TELL HIM RITCHER

SYPHA MENTION LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“And she left you out” that’s so cold I love it

“I was the best magician the Belmont line ever produced” yeah and Sypha would be so disappointed in you now

Oooh this is why Ritcher can’t do magic either shit

“Evil will always win, Ritcher” ONLY WITH THAT FUCKING ATTITUDE

I hope Ritcher figures out how to use his magic again, I hope he proves his grandfather fucking wrong

Please don’t give into this Ritcher please

My son nooooooo

He looks far to fucking happy about Ritcher sobbing I fucking hate this guy actually

Ooooh Annette’s doing magic!!!!

Ritcher isn’t useless he’s just traumatized

“It’s the source of your fury but it’s not the source of your power” that’s such a good line holy shit

I love this contrast between Ritcher’s grandfather tearing Ritcher and the idea of the Belmont’s down with Annette’s mentor builds her up, speaks of her ancestors well and their strength and how hope isn’t lost

“There is light in this darkness”

Edouard voice coming in ;-;

Hi Olrox!

Why do they keep killing all the gay people?

It’s a bit soon to talk about immortality together Mizrak

“I’m not in love with you” damn ok

YOOO THEY REMEMBER!!!! ISACC WAS ALWAYS RIGHT HE KNEW HE KNEW!!!!

NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION LETS GO PLEASE

Maria my daughter he sucks he isn’t worth your time

I fucking hate the Abbot so fucking much

MARIA RUN GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN PLEASE

Olrox ripping this entire facade down I knew there was a reason I liked you

Hiiiiii Drolta <3

Please don’t hurt my daughter Drolta

NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION!!!!

OH FUCK OFF OLD MAN LIKE YOU CARE

Oh Ritcher-

Yeah you were a terrible father you fuck

DID HE JUST LEAVE HIS GRANDSON TO DIE?!?!?!

OH FUCK ITS THE GUY DROLTA WAS HANGING OUT WITH

IS HIS AXE A GUN?!?!?! THATS SICK

The old man is actually just pathetic ok

The flash of Julia fuuuuuuuck

Why don’t the vampires ever try to turn any of the Belmonts?

If Maria dies I will be distraut

HIS MAGIC IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO RITCHER!!!!!!!!

THIS IS SO SICK!!!! THE ONE GLOWING EYE THE MUSIC CINEMA!!!!!

THE BLUE FLAMES!!!!!!

LETS FUCKING GO RITCHER LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I may have a new favorite Belmont… sorry Trevor

“I half to live”

The sun rising and the burning river and the headband flowing in the wind I fucking love Castlevania this is so damn pretty

#castlevania #Sam watches Castlevania #castlevania nocturne

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Happy Valentine's Day for the Boys?

"Yu Yu Hakusho 100% Maji Battle" Valentine's Event

This Valentine event was first held on February 2020, and introduces Keiko and Genkai wearing cute aprons to prepare chocolates for Valentine's Day. We also get to see the Mushiyori City trio: Kaito, Yanagisawa and Kido. At the end, Kurama surprises everyone!

Story: Upcoming February 14th, the boys at Sarayashiki Junior High School are on pins and needles. In Mushiyori City, the excitement about the Valentine's Day is similar. But then, suddenly an unusual event began to happen in the town and classrooms…

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Translation:

Happy Valentine's Day for the Boys?

[At Sarayashiki Junior High]

Kuwabara: Ahh...

Yusuke: Be quiet, Kuwabara! Stop wandering around!

Kuwabara: How can you stay so calm? Besides, it's not just me, right?

Kuwabara: I'm sure all the men are nervous.

Kuwabara: Look, that guy too! He's been checking his desk many times!

Yusuke: But, that doesn't mean you have to pace back and forth like that! Just relax, man!

Kuwabara: I ain't gonna sit still!

Kuwabara: What if I open the getabako, and it's overflowing with chocolate.

T/N: At the entrance of the school, students place their dirty outdoor shoes on a shelf or locker called a "getabako" and put on their indoor slippers. Though the box is primarily used as shoe storage, students also store personal things there, and often use them to leave love letters and Valentine's gifts.

Kuwabara: Or if there's chocolate with a letter attached, tucked away in my desk drawer.

Kuwabara: Damn …! I long for it!

Yusuke: Damn, that's bullshit. You watch too much TV, idiot.

Kuwabara: Aahn? Don't be so cocky!

Kuwabara: Urameshii … You're completely at ease because Keiko-chan is giving you chocolate, right?

Yusuke: What do you mean "at ease", moron?

Kuwabara: Because, she said she would give chocolate to you, right?

Yusuke: Well, that's right, but...

[Flashback with Keiko]

Keiko: Yusuke, please look forward to it! I'm working very hard to make them.

[End of Flashback]

Kuwabara: I envy you, totally...

Kuwabara: Making chocolate for a childhood friend while wearing a cute apron! Heh, I can't get enough of this…

Yusuke: Hey, I have no idea what you're talking about. Have you finally lost your mind?

Kuwabara: Urameshii … You're actually excited about getting chocolate, aren't you?

Kuwabara: It's written all over your face…

Yusuke: What the hell are you talking about? Are you trying to pick a fight? Kuwabara...

Kuwabara: Fuuuuuuuck!! I just don't like you acting so cocky!

Yusuke: I'll kill you for real!

Kuwabara: Bring it on, you son of a bitch!

[At Mushiyori City]

Yanagisawa: Kido, what's going on? You suddenly called a meeting.

Kaito: Is there something you don't understand in class?

Kido: No, that's not what I meant.

Yanagisawa: Hey, what's the matter?

Kido: It's Valentine's Day! How many chocolates did you guys get?

Yanagisawa/Kaito: .........

Kido: Oh, maybe … you didn't get anything?

Yanagisawa: Ah, well...

Kaito: It's not that, but...

Kido: Then, how many did you get? You can tell me, if you don't mind!

Kido: Err, men gotta return the gift. Oh, gee!

T/N: Men should give a return-present on White Day to anyone who gave them a present on Valentine's Day.

Yanagisawa/Kaito: .........

*Thud* (sound of stack of paper being put down)

Kido: What…!?

Kido: You guys, got that much...!?

Yanagisawa: Err, well, it's just a social obligation, right!? We're in the same class and such, that's why I got it!

Kaito: Ah, yeah. They would like to thank me for teaching them to study, or something like that…

Yanagisawa: Oh my, girls are so diligent!

Kaito: That, that's true...

Kido: ........!

Yanagisawa: Oi, Oi Kido! What's with that face!

Yanagisawa: You're getting chocolate too!

Kaito: Oh, that's right.

Kido: …that, that, that's true. Ha ha ha...

Kaito: ...Hmm?

Yanagisawa: What's wrong?

Kaito: Isn't something strange?

*CRACK*

Kido: What, what's this? People are rioting!?

*whoosh*

Yanagisawa: Aaargh! That was close! This is the chocolate I got!

Kido: Strange things are happening again! For now, let's get out of here!

Yanagisawa/Kaito: Yeah!

[Back at Sarayashiki Junior High]

Keiko: Yes, I made them yesterday. Eat as soon as possible.

Yusuke: Aye, thank you.

Kuwabara: Sorry, Keiko-chan, thank you for caring about me too.

Kuwabara: Ahhhhhh … Now if only there was some chocolate from Yukina-san, it would be perfect!

Yusuke: Fuck the shut up, Kuwabara.

Keiko: Yukina-chan, what is she doing?

Yusuke: Beats me…

Yusuke: Hmm! ... Anyway, this is yummy!

Keiko: Hey! You can't eat that at school!

Yusuke: I mean, if you get something that looks this delicious, you'll wanna eat it right away!

Kuwabara: Oh, yummy! Isn't Keiko-chan a confectionery genius?

Keiko: Kuwabara-kun … I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but…

Yusuke/Kuwabara: Hmm?

Keiko: The, the other boys are looking at us … right?

Yusuke: What the heck? They just didn't get any chocolate, those guys?

Kuwabara: Yeah, as Urameshi says! It's up to the girls to decide who they want to give chocolates to, right?

Kuwabara: It's the guy who can't get any, that's to blame!

Yusuke: You were wandering around just a while ago. You can't say that line!

Keiko: Hey, you two...!

*fwoosh*...

Male Students: .........

Yusuke/Kuwabara: !

Yusuke: Hey, something's wrong.

*BANG!*

Kuwabara: Youkai!?

Yusuke: Ah, they're trying to possess the men in the classroom.

Yusuke: Hey, don't do anything dumb!

Yusuke: Keiko, back off.

Keiko: Uh, yeah...!

Yusuke: Let's go, Kuwabara.

Kuwabara: Alright!

[Genkai meets Yanagisawa, Kido and Kaito at Mushiyori City]

Genkai: Damn, even if you defeat them, they are endless.

Kido: Genkai-san, Mushiyori City is strange again!

Genkai: I could feel the demon energy spreading from my place. I thought things were going to be quite terrible … I was right.

Genkai: Even so, it's a troublesome youkai. They parasitize unpopular men, and walks around doing mischievous things with them.

Genkai: Good grief, what a shameful youkai.

Yanagisawa: That's right!

Yanagisawa: The guy who hit me was trying to steal my chocolate!

Genkai: Valentine's day, right…

Genkai: It sounds nostalgic, really.

Kido: Nostalgic…?

Yanagisawa: Genkai-san, no way! Have you ever given chocolate to someone!?

Yanagisawa/Kido: Gen, Genkai-san also had such period...!?

[Young Genkai Flashback]

T/N: I wonder if she made chocolate for Toguro.

*whoosh*

Yanagisawa: That was close!

Genkai: What are you waiting for? If you look away, you'll die!

Kaito: They're a bunch of very bad guys. I hope the damage was limited to this town.

Genkai: No, I'm sure it won't be limited just to Mushiyori City.

Genkai: Perhaps, Yusuke and the others are also being affected! Let's head towards Sarayashiki Junior High School!

Kido/Yanagisawa/Kaito: Yes!

Kido: I'll never, ever give you my chocolate!

[At the streets of Sarayashiki City]

Kuwabara: These guys are only after Keiko-chan's sweets!

Kuwabara: Men's taste is scary…

Yusuke: Geez, I can't believe they are chasing us all the way to town! Those guys are too persistent!

Yusuke: You guys, it's time to cut it out!

Kido: Urameshi-san!!

Yusuke: Kido! And Yana, and Kaito too!

Genkai: I'm here too.

Yusuke: Baa-san! Why...

Genkai: A shameful youkai has appeared in Mushiyori City too. I thought they would try to come here.

Genkai: If you underestimate them, you'll also end up just like those men.

Yusuke: Heh, I know, I know … It looks like, there's just a big-boned guy left.

Genkai: Don't let your guard down, Yusuke!

Yusuke: Yeah, I know!

[After the fight…]

Yusuke: Fuuu (*exhales*) ... It was a troublesome bastard.

Genkai: It seems that's all of 'em. It really was a troublemaker youkai.

Kido: For now, the case closed. Ah, thank goodness…

Kuwabara: There are some strange youkai out there, huh?

Kuwabara: Oh yeah, you guys! Did you get any chocolate at school today?

Yanagisawa: Ah, errr...

Kaito: Sort of…

Kuwabara: What the heck, how many did you get!?

Kido: That's Kuwabara-san for sure! Did you get any chocolate!?

Yanagisawa: That's right, how many!?

Kuwabara: Huh, err...

Genkai: Immediately after the issue was settled, they're talking about that topic. They're a bunch of noisy guys…

???: Yo, it looks like things calmed down considerably.

Kuwabara: Whoa...?

Yusuke: Kurama! What's going on?

Kurama: It seems the damage was spreading over here as well. It took me awhile to deal with it.

Yusuke: No way, don't tell me you were drawn into this fray too?

Kurama: Yes. I've already got rid of all youkai, but…

Kurama: More importantly, I must erase the memories of the people affected.

Kurama: I have no idea where to start…

*Thud* (sound of something falling)

Everybody: Huh!

Kuwabara: Ku, Kurama! That amount of chocolate is...

Kido: What! How many are there in total?

Kurama: Huh? Oh, this just happens to be...

Kuwabara: It just happens to be an amount! It's sticking out of your bag!

Yanagisawa: That's right! Aren't you the cunning one?!

T/N: Kurama Youko was a cunning fox, so Yana thinks Kurama stole all that chocolate or something.

Kaito: Now that you mention it, there was a crowd around Minamino today.

Yusuke: Hey, that's Kurama for you!

Kurama: Well, um, such thing…

Kuwabara: Can't you share a piece or so? I've only got one!?

Yanagisawa: I am so envious!

Kido: What the heck, what kind of technique did you use!? What should I do to get that much!?

Kurama: Ah, such technique...!

Kuwabara: How? You can tell me, can't ya?!

Kuwabara: Maybe, you have medicinal plants or something that are the source of a love potion!?

Genkai: Huh, I am surrounded by a bunch of complete idiots ... I can't keep up with them.

Yusuke: Ah, baa-san is gone.

Yusuke: Anyway, Kurama is popular with the girls.

Kaito: You're a popular guy here and there. I'm sure you'll have a hard time repaying all those gifts (on White Day).

Yusuke: It's true!

Kaito: But still, it was an extremely hectic day.

Yusuke: Yeah, in a way, it was an unforgettable Valentine's Day.

Kido: Damn … me too, next year for sure…

Kuwabara: Me too, next year's Valentine...

Kuwabara/Kido: I WILL GET MORE CHOCOLATE!

– THE END –

Kurama is really popular! But, I was surprised that Kaito also got many chocolates from his classmates. If I remember correctly, Kurama said in the four-dimensional mansion that Kaito didn't speak with anyone. I guess, after he became friends with Kurama, things have changed. I really want to see more of Genkai's youth. I bet she made chocolate for Toguro!

If you're interested, please also have a look at the White Day Event. A month after the Valentine, Kuwabara is trying to make sweets to return Keiko and Shizuru's gifts. There's another short Valentine's event with Koko and Enki. They try to implement the Valentine's Day in the Demon Word.

#Yu Yu hakusho 100% Maji Battle #valentine's day #男子のハッピーバレンタイン?#yusuke urameshi #kazuma kuwabara #keiko yukimura #genkai #sarayashiki #Mushiyori city #Yuu Kaito #Yanagisawa #Asato Kido #Kurama #white day

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ssreeder · 1 year

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sreedididididiidie

I’m actually so nervous to start reading this chapter btw. like I’ve been WAITING for this in such intense anticipation but now that it’s here I’m like… what if,, I just Don’t.. read.. it.,, for a little bit-

I LIKE BEING MENTALLY STABLE OKAY ITS FOR THIS EXACT REASON THAT I DIVORCED YOU

I love trams. trams are great. can we pls just keep focussing on the trams so we don’t have to get into all the messy shit that’s about to go down :D

OH SHIT SOKKA IS IN BSS WHY DID THAT TAKE SO LONG TO REGISTER WTF

ah yes the poetic tragedy of a full circle story (brb gonna be staring at My wall for a bit in solidarity and also to avoid the painful reunions thx)

yikes sokka’s trauma and resulting insecurities are about to be vomited all over the place huh

it’s genuinely so sad that sokka is coming from the perspective that he’ll have to “beg” katara to help him save zuko bc in the actual show katara was the first person ready to forgive zuko (before he betrayed her rip) and I just think it really shows how much of a shit time sokka has had that he’s forgotten that he has people in his life that genuinely do wanna help him and will do so with little to no prompting even when he Knows from personal experience what they’re willing to do for him but he can’t Really believe it bc of the situation he’s been in for so long fuck

that was a really long sentence soz lovely

nothing says siblinghood quite like lifelong grudges <3 and then you forget you were even holding a grudge until the next time they piss you off and you’re like OH YEAH I HATE THIS ASSHOLE YOURE THE WORST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME and then an hour later you’re like Hey Do You Want Ice-Cream

aang pov??!!?!?!? swag

ykw it’s so easy to get frustrated and be like -ugh why don’t they just tell the gaang what’s going on and then everyone is in the loop so it’s easier- but then you remember they’re literally 12 and 14 and it’s totally understandable that the adults want to shield them as much as possible from all the horrific things they’re encountering

side note: you can really tell the difference in age/trauma between sokka and aang’s povs so !! you’re slaying these characterisations sreedie

YES RASU COMFORT JEE IT IS NOT HIS FAULT THAT IROH IS BATSHIT INSANE WHEN IT COMES TO HIS NEPHEW

lmfao not jee suggesting they take the tram to reach their destination for committing a crime (I love him)

ofc iroh got caught.

not zuko and iroh having their reunion in literal prison T-T (it’s so on brand for them)

FUCK SOKKA IS ARRIVING FR JUST LIKE AN HOUR TOO LATE FUCK THIS

slay jet <3 (he’s breaking and entering)

omg sokka braiding katara’s hair… hair styling as a form of bonding… I have very many emotions.

toph is Definitely more hardcore than you’re anticipating sokka

jet’s bluffing skills >>>

oh yikes zuko is really fucked up now huh

I think zuko’s enduring hope is probably what makes me like him so much?? but like the fact that said hope manifests in stubbornness and spite ykwim? Anyways. sad times rn

samesies sokka, lake lagoli also give me the heebie jeebies fr

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING DOWN UNDER THE LAKE WHATTHEFFUCKWTHATFTHWFUCK

SREEDIE THIS JS SO MUCH WORSE THAN EVERYTHING BEFORE HOLY FUCKING HELL

jet is the only person with braincells rn do NOT split up for the love of god

FUCK

DONT KILL JET SREEDIE WHAT THE FUCK I LIKED HIM BITCH

fuuuuuuuck that’s so tough on the both of them shit dude. I don’t even know what I would do in that situation jesus

fuck this is horrific ohmygod

JEE JEE JEEEEE MY LOVE SAVE JET FUCK

OHMYGOD ITS SHSEN WHDKWNCPWNDOEBFPEJDOEDBOE ahhhhHHHAHAHHAH

JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE he’s actually the loml btw it’s actually why I divorced you soz (he’s such an old man ilh but also valid bc he’s literally fighting for his life..)

BOOOOOO shen died >:(

not shen being kebabbed T-T

no shen tried so hard to save zuko Fuck

yikes jet has to get burnt to be saved :///

I’m here for jee feeling protectiveness over toph AND RASU COMING IN CLUTCH WITH THE TACKLE

ah fuck long feng ugh

ykw would be super cool?? if sokka just like spontaneously became a fire bender bc he’s so mad I think that would be funny. also a terrible idea bc he would have no ability to control it whatsoever but *I* would find it at least a little bit funny

omgomgomg did appa lick sokka’s makeup off partially and now people are gonna recognise him ooooooohhhhh

sokka smirking after slicing someone’s throat open… like good for you baby I’m proud of you but also yikes

KATARAAAAAAAAAAAAA

prison reunions <3

iroh and toph >>>

“I will have to render him unconscious” FUCKING EVERYTHIBG JEE SAYS IS HILARIOUS IM DYING

ugh fuck off sokka zuko NEEDS you jesus christ

I am still reeling sreedie. I will remain reeling sreedie. I am a wee little fish stuck on a hook and you are the fisherman waving me around in the air triumphantly. fuck you (affectionate)

ANYWAYS I am suuuuuper excited for sokka and iroh interactions in the next chappie and also for jee in general bc obviously and also jet’s healing process is gonna be a fucking Journey so,, fUn TiMeS

love you lots like jelly tots and all the good stuff but also hate you bc we’re divorced and yOU FUCKING KILLED SHEN UGH

Oh yeah,,, I’d have tried to avoid this chapter too - twas a mess.

Sokkas perception of things is extremely skewed because of his trauma but the good news it that maybe he will find himself pleasantly surprised by things??? Perhaps??? :D

I am happy there are drastic differences in POVs haha. That was my goal, check mark!

Me writing Lake Laogai: >:):):):):) >:D

Oh yeah Shen did die, didn’t he? Oops.

Sorry Jet, you’re a good boy,,, but it was your arm or your life.

I’m pretty sure if you’re a fish on my hook I’m not just waving you around I am smashing you against the walls and floor n shit. :)

Love you leekie I hate having to set your asks free.

#I stare at them #I love your king asks #I skim them #I giggle #I enjoy the words #& then I say hmmmm I guess I better answer this lol #:) so here ya go #omg after last chapter I totally understand why you divorced me #I’m a mess & I take it out on all of you #don’t worry next chapter is actually better #but still a lot of angst #we got that for a MINUTE but then some fun times start sliding in #:) see ya soon leekssss #leekieeeeee #leekie tag #liab #ITF #ask

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Local Legend (Indruck)

A reader requested #18. I’m a celebrity who’s home in my small town for the holidays and you recognize me in public - sort of

Note: mentions of pot use

Fucking global warming. Or maybe it’s the polar vortex? Either way, Duck could do without the almost-blizzard currently reducing his trip to a crawl. It’s so bad the radio signal is toast, and he can’t risk taking a hand off the wheel even at this pace, so he’s been stuck with his thoughts for the last forty-five minutes.

They’re not bad thoughts; he’s excited for his nephews to see the presents he got them, to catch up with Jane, to slow down and enjoy all those Christmas light filled moments that are supposed to make life worth living.

He’s also chewing on a conversation from yesterday like a goat gnawing at a weed. He’d gone to a continuing ed course, where the chipper facilitator made them write out the goals they had in their past, how those aligned with their present, and what they wanted for their future. What this had to do with wildlife and forestry management, he has no idea. When it came time for a group discussion where the ice breaker was “your most extraordinary moment” he was starting to feel like “just keep doing what I’m doing, maybe get married, don’t die at age fifty” was not the future the presenter had in mind.

His extraordinary moment–beating out several other hopefuls for a full-time ranger position in the national forest–looked minuscule next to the world traveling, small business having, kid and grandkid filled lives of the other attendees.

There is one other moment he could have shared. But no one would have believed him (he wouldn’t either except he’d been there)

He’s eighteen, has snuck off into the forest to smoke with some friends. Friends who have all gone home while he decided to chill a while longer under the starry sky. Trouble is, now he’s a little turned around and the calm fog in his mind is giving way to some serious paranoia.

After what feels like ten hours of wandering in circles, he slumps down against a tree, resting his head on the trunk. Bark scratches his scalp as he looks up into the branches.

Something in the branches looks down. Something with glowing red eyes and dark wings.

“Uh. Hey there, Mr. Mothman. Are you gonna eat me? You’re not gonna eat me, right?”

The creature above him holds perfectly still.

“Man, I know you’re there. Trees don’t have fuckin eyes. Are you tryin to lay in wait like a, a trapdoor spider but in the trees? A treedoor spider? Oh, oh fuck, if moths can get this big who says spiders can’t? Fuck, I’m gonna be eaten by a man-sized trapdoor spider and my parents are gonna find a husk wearin’ my jeans.”

Silent wingbeats carry the cryptid to the ground. Duck tries to back away, forgetting he’s against a tree, and bangs his head into the wood.

“Owfuck”

“It is alright.” The mothman holds out two of his four hands, “I am not going to hurt you. And I assure you there are no Spidermen in these woods. My understanding is those only exist in comic books.”

“Fuck yeah, those are so fuckin cool.”

“Please focus. While you are in no immediate danger, it is unwise to be wandering the dark woods in your state and you seem to be a ways from your home.”

Duck groans, “Fuck, I really went the wrong way didn’t I?”

“Indeed. But that is not unfixable, Duck Newton. If you would like, I can escort you back to the edge of town.” He offers two hands and Duck takes them, standing and then faceplanting into a mass of downy chest feathers.

“Fuuuuuuuck you’re soft. Like a big fluffy cloud.”

A strange little chirr from above him, “You are very kind to say so. Come, your home is this way.”

As they walk, Duck glances up at the cryptid, his already considerable height made taller by his feathery antenna.

“How’d you know my name?”

“I can see the future, and therefore I saw the timeline where you introduced yourself.”

“Damn, so all that stuff about seeing disaster is true.”

“Sadly, yes.”

“Wait, does that mean Kepler is in danger?”

“No” The cryptid links their arms together to navigate him over a tangle of roots, “I am on my way to deal with another matter and stopped here for the night.”

“You just…sleep in the woods? In the cold and everything?”

“I cannot exactly walk into a hotel like this. I have a human form but the charm that allows me to use it was damaged on my way here. Thus my night in the trees.”

Duck leans against him, “You wanna crash on my floor? My folks are out for the night and Jane’s at a friends.”

The mothman stops, looking down at him with surprise, “There was no future where you offered that.”

“Just kinda came to me a second ago.”

“I…thank you, but no, I think it best if I stay out of sight.”

Duck shrugs, idly pets a chitinous arm and talks about things he doesn’t remember the next day until the lights of town peek through the trees.

“Here you are.”

“Thanks. You sure you don’t wanna sleep somewhere warm? No one’ll see you but me and the dog.”

The mothman cocks his head, wide smile spreading across his face, “You are a kind-hearted man, Duck. I foresee that serving you well. All the same, I must decline.” A clawed hand reaches out, plucking a stray leaf from Duck’s hair, “Take care, Duck Newton.”

Duck says he will, starts down the hillside into the light radiating from the back of the Kroger. When he turns back to wave, mothman is still there and raises one, spindly arm to awkwardly return the farewell.

He never told anyone. And he sure as fuck wasn’t about to start with some random group of people at a work training.

The storm only worsens as he hits Point Pleasant, and he does take his hand off the wheel to tip his hat to the Mothman statue. When he pulls up in front of Jane’s house, only the porchlight is on. Removing his phone from his pocket reveals four missed calls from his little sister. He keeps the car running as he calls her back.

“Hey, sorry I missed you, I was drivin’. Everythin’ okay?”

“Yes, in that we’re all happy and healthy. No, in that the weather is so bad every flight out of Denver is grounded.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah that about sums it up. I mean, Wade’s folks are happy to have us stay a few more days, but everything say it’ll be at least two before anyone can get out of here. If you wanna go back to Kepler and wait until we know when we’re gonna be back, I totally get it.”

“Nah, I’m happy to stay here and hold down the fort. Y’all take care, okay?”

His sister is cut off by one of his nephews yelling in the background, only having time to give him a quick “bye” before she’s gone.

He steps out of the car, going straight for the trick rock with the spare key. It’s not there. When he calls Jane to ask if she moved it, she hisses out several curses and says, “we changed the locks and I took it inside to put the new spare in. I must have left it.”

“S’okay, I’ll figure somethin out.”

His “somthing” ends up being driving to several hotels only to find them all booked up. Walking out of hotel number three, he decides to save himself a drive and just start calling them. As the nice young man on the other end explains that they’re all full because of the storm and the holidays, he spots a Holiday Inn across the road and starts for the crosswalk.

Ice paffs into the back of his head, too hard to be accidental.

“Fuck! No, sorry, not you, someone just hit me with a snowball.” He turns in search of the culprit and finds a tall man in a thick, black coat and red glasses staring at him. When he notices Duck glaring at him, he holds up one finger, as if telling him to wait.

Brakes screech behind him and he whirls as a giant pick-up skids through the red light, spinning through the crosswalk he would have been in had he not been stopped.

He hangs up the phone, waving and mouthing a thank you to the stranger. The stranger waves back, smiling as he does. He’s ninety percent sure It’s a wave and smile he’s seen before. He glances back at the Holiday Inn in time to see the “No” appear next to “vacancy.”

When he looks around, he spots the stranger heading away from the center of town and jogs after him, compelled by nothing more than gratitude and the growing certainty he recognizes him.

“Hey, uh, wait, I just wanted to say-” Duck only means to touch the man's arm, but a hidden patch of ice causes him to slip forward and grab it instead. When the other man spins, surprised, his glasses slip down to reveal red, glowing eyes.

“Mothman?” Duck whispers.

A slender finger pushes the glasses back into place, “I do not know what you’re talking about. My name is Indrid Cold.”

“So, what, you just randomly guessed that truck was gonna hit me?”

“Maybe. Please let go of my arm.”

“Look, I could be totally wrong and if I am you can ignore me but…did you ever meet a guy named Duck Newton in the woods? When he was eighteen and stoned outta his mind?”

Indrid looks down at where Duck’s hand is still on his arm, “Yes.”

“Then he wants to thank you for saving his ass a second time.”

For a moment, Indrid’s face goes blank, and Duck is wondering if he needs to call an ambulance when the energy returns to it and he says, “And I would like to return the offer of a place to stay.”

“Holy fuck, really?”

“Yes, though we will need to take your car. If, if that is truly alright?”

“Hell yeah.”

Indrid follows him back to his Jeep, gives him detailed instructions as he slowly winds them out of town and into the woods. When the Jeep finally crunches to a stop, he frowns.

“I don’t wanna be rude, but an abandoned TNT plant don’t seem all that cozy.”

“That all depends on how one approaches it.” Indrid grabs one of his bags while Duck hoists the other, following him to the side of one of the concrete slabs. The taller man sets his fingers on the stone. It glows orange for a moment, and then a door appears. Indrid opens it, gesturing for him to go on in.

The interior of his house is like a basement rec room met a doomsday bunker and had a very cozy baby. There are massive beanbag chairs and a T.V, stacks of DVDs and books all over, and a shelf of boardgames that doesn’t seem to get quite as much use as the other entertainment options. Indrid snaps and a half-dozen space heaters kick on, the cryptid shedding his coat and heading to a pink beanbag.

“Holy fuck, Indrid this place is incredible! Oh dang, I’ve got these at home too” He points to a string of chili-pepper lights above a bulletin board full of drawings, “Know they might be tacky but I can’t help it, I like ‘em.”

“I’d say that means you have excellent taste.”

Duck sits down on the beanbag across from him, “Do you really remember me?”

“Yes.” A new shade of pink crosses Indrid’s cheeks, “ah, relatedly, do you mind if I change forms.”

“It’s your house. Plus, now that I know you ain’t gonna eat me, don’t find you all that scary.”

Indrid removes his glasses. For a nanosecond, reality slows and the world warps. Then the mothman is once again sitting across from him, stretching his wings with a contented sigh.

“Uh….have you always been white?”

“No. My kind change color during winter in order to camouflage in the snow.” Feathery white antenna twitch, “I think it makes me look like an oddly proportioned snowman.”

“Think you look more like first prize at a county fair.”

Indrid cocks his head and blinks.

“Y’know, those big-ass plush animals that everyone is tryin’ to win?”

“Oh! Oh yes. I actually won one of those, a giant pineapple, in St. Louis. Foresight is very useful when playing games of chance.”

“I bet.” As he stretches out on the beanbag, his stomach gurgles, “damn, shoulda stopped for dinner on the way here.”

“I have ramen, macaroni and cheese, or some canned ravioli. Also lots of cereal, but I assumed you’d like something warm.”

Duck settles his hands on his stomach, “some ravioli would fuckin slap right now.”

Indrid grins and chirps, “I shall return.”

Four minutes and one microwave ding later, the cryptid returns with a bowl for Duck and a mug of eggnog for himself. They debate the finer points of different gas stations until Duck sets down his bowl and wipes his mouth.

“Indrid? Did you really invite me here just because I was nice to you years ago?”

A long tongue licks the last of the nog from the glass, “Yes and no. I do remember you, and it was rare for a human who met me to do anything other than panic, let alone invite me into their home. But I also foresaw that, while you would try your best, you would spend until your sister returned feeling lonely and blue. I knew I would also feel lonely, as I often do when cold weather forces me to stay inside as much. It seemed foolish to not at least offer an alternative where we kept each other company. And I, I thought” he taps the tips of his claws together, “I thought perhaps we could do Christmas things together? In the futures it seemed as if you had been looking forward to them.”

The simplicity of the idea, the fact Indrid, the fucking mothman, remembers their meeting as much as Duck does, and the soft hope in Indrid’s voice renders Duck speechless.

Indrid’s wings flutter, “Or if you prefer, you can go back into town tomorrow and call a locksmith.”

Duck rolls onto his side, trying for a charming, collected grin, “Stayin with you seems like a lot more fun.”

Indrid grins and purrs, “wonderful.”

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“Whoo-boy, think I’m too fuckin old to sleep on beanbags.” Duck stretches out his back before taking the mug of coffee from Indrid.

“Yes, it seems it would be wide to pick up an air mattress today. In the meantime, here.” Clawtips dig in delicious circles near his shoulder blades, “does that help.”

“Uh huh” Duck tips his head forward, groaning happily, “you oughta open Mothman Massage or somethin’; you’d make a killing and everyone would just think it was a tourist gimmick and not actually you.”

“It’s the noises that often give me away. Humans do not, generally speaking, trill when alarmed or chirp when happy.”

“True, but it just makes it cuter when you do it.”

Indrid’s feathers poof slightly, “That is sweet of you to say. Just let me get changed and then we can venture into the world.”

The storm isn’t any better, so they decide to only stop at Wal-Mart to avoid more chances to put the car into a snowbank. Duck grabs wrapping paper, the air mattress, and some cans of turkey soup with “holiday spices.”

“Anythin you wanna get?”

“Oh, nono, this trip is for you.”

Duck turns, stepping close enough to Indrid that he can whisper, “this is your winter cheer too, mothman of mine. There ain’t anything you like to do this time of year?”

“I…I enjoy the lights. And cookies. And eggnog, but that was perhaps obvious.”

Thirty minutes later, they leave the superstore with several bags of food, six boxes of lights, and a tiny Christmas tree. When they get back to the TNT plant, Duck unpacks as Indrid finds a CD of Christmas music in one of his stacks.

Duck takes point on the lights, stringing them across the lonelier corners of the room and running them up and over bookcases. Indrid pulls out a pad of origami paper and begins folding swans and moths and flowers, which he then pierces with a paperclip and hangs on the tree. He also demolishes two dozen cookies all on his own, while Duck contents himself with a box of big, chewing gingersnaps.

His decorating scheme hits a snag when he can’t quite reach a hook in the corner by Indrid’s bed to hang the last strand of lights on.

“Little help?”

Indrid removes his glasses, shaking out his wings as he stands. Instead of taking the lights, he lifts Duck like he’s no more than a stuffed animal, holding him up easily as he drapes the wire into place.

“Thanks for the helpAH hey, watch it with the feathers, fluffball.” Duck cackles as Indrid tickles his neck.

“Who are you calling fluffball, little human?”

“You, fluffball.” Duck turns, begins running his hands through the feathers on Indrid’s chest, “fuck, how are these even softer than I remember? I didn’t think you could get any more stunnin’, but here we are.”

Indrid’s feathers begin poofing again, but he quickly shakes them back down and taps his claws together, “I, I have a confession. I do not remember you solely for your kindness. I was in that tree because I had seen you and thought you handsome, thought that dragging my tongue across your neck and running my fingers over your belly would be wonderful. I wanted to see how you would react to me but you saw me before I was ready. And then it was clear you were under the influence and so I changed my plan. But I never forgot it.”

Duck blushes, scratches the back of his neck, “Guess I was pretty cute back then.”

“You were. But you are just as wonderful to behold now.”

He looks up into red eyes. Then he raises on his tiptoes and plants a kiss on a fuzzy cheek, murmuring, “You’re sweet, sugar.”

Indrid poofs up completely and stays that way, chirping as Duck continues rubbing slow circles through his feathers.

“I’d always kinda hoped I’d see you again. Turns out the universe did me one better. I’m getting you know you, not just see you.” He pauses, “is this okay? You’re kinda vibrating.”

“I, rrrrr, am, rrrrrrrr, purrrrrrrrrrrrring.”

“Awww, my big ol’ feathery sugar. Come on” he tugs so they’re both sitting on Indrid’s bed, “let’s see how else I can make you purr.”

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“Thanks so much again for rollin’ with all this.” Jane flops on the couch as Duck folds a mountain of laundry.

“It’s what big brothers are for, goofus. I was wondering, if it ain’t too much trouble, I got a, uh, friend in town who’s on his own for the holidays. Would it be okay if I invited him to dinner?”

“Long as it ain’t tonight, that’s fine.”

Duck smiles to himself, “Great. I’ll let him know as soon as I’m done.”

#indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #human/monster romance #duck x indrid #winter fills

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enoughtotemptme · 1 year

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call my name (it feels like home)

Chrissy wants to fuck her best friend and she’s kind of having a crisis about it.

(A story about prom and getting to happily ever after, or whatever.)

Chapters: 6/10 Rating: Explicit Relationship: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love/Idiots to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Humor, Fluff, Prom, Meddling Kids, Explicit Sexual Content, Alternating POV

Chapter Six: THE PHOTO

What the fuck. What the fuuuuuuuck.

It’s probably time to commit himself. He can’t be trusted around himself or others. If he was sane, if he was in right mind, he wouldn’t have been seconds away from dry-humping Chrissy on his goddamn porch before Max Mayfield intervened.

Sure, he wanted to throttle her in the moment. But after he’d cooled off, he’d realized it was for the best. He hadn’t been thinking, not really. Chrissy would’ve been forced to say she wanted him off of her to his face, and well, he’d probably have gone and found a bog to haunt for the rest of his life if it had come to that.

So really, fuck, he should write Maxine freaking Mayfield a goddamn thank you card. Punk.

He thunks his head down onto the cool glass countertop, closing his eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fucking spectacular,” Eddie mumbles.

“Is this some weird sad white boy shit?” Buckley asks, poking him in the back of the skull. “Because I don’t have time to babysit another weird sad white boy. Steve’s a full-time commitment.”

He sighs gustily, then levers himself back into a standing position to glare at her. “I don’t need your help, Robin.”

“That’s debatable, actually, and I would argue that ninety-nine percent of the human population would actually benefit from some help from yours truly. However, babysitting was what was on the table, and I gotta say—” She squints at him. “You’re not exactly giving stable adult requiring zero supervision right now.”

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#hellcheer fic #hellcheer fanfic #eddissy fic #eddissy fanfic #hellcheer #stranger things #enoughtotemptme writes fic #u ever be so in love with a girl u have a panic attack? bc eddie has

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watchingspnagain · 2 years

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Rewatching All Hell Breaks Loose: Part 2

Welcome to “Damned DeanDean, Undead Stringbean, and Sad Poppa Bobby: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s2,e22: All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 2

Dean breaks down at the thought of life without Sam and can’t handle the idea that he failed at his one job: to protect his little brother. He makes a deal with a crossroads demon to bring Sam back to life. The price? Dean will go to Hell in one year. Sam comes back to life, as promised, and seems fine, but he’s sus. As is Bobby. Of course they both sort what it is Dean did right quick (cause they aren’t DUMB), and they each separately and in their own ways try to convey to Dean that he’s worth so much more than he thinks he is. Meanwhile, demon stuff. Azazel uses Jake to open a gate to hell. The boys manage to kill Azazel, but hundreds of demons are let loose before they can get the gate shut again. John also escapes, pats Dean on the shoulder, nods at Sam, and ascends to Heaven. Swell.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Mace:

SIGH

Lor:

NOW we get the song

Mace:

YES

Jensen is SO GOOD in this episode

Lor:

YES

Mace:

the look he gives Bobby MY GOD

Lor:

"you don't think I've given enough?" Oh HON

Mace:

right?!

Lor:

omg the SHOVE

the way they are looking at each other

Mace:

the poor baby

Lor:

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please just go" I CANNOT

Mace:

Bobby’s poor heart, too

Lor:

YES

THE TEAR

Mace:

one son dead and the other hurting so much

Lor:

those are HIS BOYS

Mace:

YES

Lor:

YES

Mace:

I can’t help but like Jake even if he did gank my Stringbean

Lor:

AGREED

Mace:

“I just wanted you to be a kid”

AAAAAAAAHHHH

Lor:

"Dad didn't even have to tell me. it was always my responsibility" GAAAAH

Mace:

“I had one job. and I screwed it up”

Lor:

"I had one job and I screwed it up" AND THE CRACKING VOICE I CANNOT

Mace:

DEAN WINCHESTER NO

SOMEBODY HOLD HIM STAT

Lor:

DEAN BABY YOU ARE MORE THAN JUST YOUR BROTHER'S KEEPER

(Fuuuuuuuck 327)

Mace:

(YEEEESSS)

Lor:

"what am I supposed to do"

Mace:

the chin waivering

Lor:

GAAAAAAAAH

Mace:

(wavering?)

Lor:

(lol. that one)

Mace:

(I never remember)

Lor:

roaring baby mrrrrrrffffff

Mace:

oh Dean honey no

Lor:

Do NOT DEAN MICHAEL WINCHESTER SO HELP ME I WILL SMACK YOU SO HARD

Mace:

and thus starts the vicious circle

Lor:

YEP

omg the sexual harassment vibe

Mace:

YEP

do NOT call his soul tarnished

Lor:

RIGHT?

look, lady, if you think he's a turn off GET OUT OF LINE

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Ooof that “Sammy?"

Lor:

YES

and that HUG

Mace:

YES

Lor:

Are important things happening here? bc I am very distracted by dean and his henley and his scruff and his freckles

Mace:

YAS

and Sammy’s puppy eyes

Lor:

YES

Mace:

and he’s HURTING

Lor:

YES

OMG Bobby's face

Mace:

oh Bobby

Lor:

And the look he gives Dean. like "oh we are SO talking about this later"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

yeah Dean he has SOME BOOKS IN THE TRUCK

Mace:

HAHAHA

You are gonna GET IT, DEAN

Lor:

YES

Mace:

Papa Bobby is PISSED

Lor:

YES

god Dean trying to joke and it's not working

Mace:

oh Dean. OH DEAN

Lor:

yes, Bobby he is that screwed in the head

please hug him

Mace:

poor Bobby

just think how much he must hate John right now

Lor:

"you can't tell him. you take a shot at me or whatever you gotta do, but please don't tell him"

I CANNOT

YEP

Mace:

YES

Lor:

omg the way Dean hugs her

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

nope, Dean, the other Samuel Colt

Mace:

snork!

Lor:

it's a radioshack. a radioshack is inside

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

who directed this ep? why all of a sudden we are up everyone's nose?

Mace:

snork!

Lor:

"is that so?"

Mace:

“be all you can be"

I don’t like him, but he’s witty

Lor:

right?

no no, Jake, the end of the world is S5

Mace:

HA!

Lor:

shoulda shot him, Jake-o

Mace:

YUP

Lor:

mrrrggg wee Dean Winchester behind a tombstone with a gun

WHY IS THAT HOT?

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

the way Dean can't look Sam in the eyes

Mace:

ope, cat’s out of the hellbag

Lor:

HAAAAHAHAHAHA

Mace:

why didn’t he just make them all put their guns down with his mind?

Lor:

I was just wondering that myself

Mace:

or have them all shoot themselves

Lor:

maybe there's a limit to his power?

I mean, NOW there is, but

Mace:

snork!

Lor:

dang, Sammy

Mace:

right?!

that’s probably fine

Lor:

ooooof the look on Dean's face and then Sammy wiping the blood off

YEP. definitely fine

Mace:

definitely

if it’s a devil’s trap, how exactly are the demons breaking through it?

Lor:

right?

Mace:

ooof DEAN

Lor:

sheer numbers? I dunno

his poor pretty little head

Mace:

maybe devil’s traps only work one way? and this one was to keep ’em out and away from the gate?

Lor:

oh maybe

(their use of "ever" in "better deal than your dad ever got" makes me NUTS. it implies either John made several deals OR that John's deal was a LONG time ago. NEITHER IS TRUE)

Mace:

ooof, yeah

Lor:

grumbles in copy editor

Mace:

if Yellow Eyes were smart he wouldn’t have kept that gun loaded...

Lor:

right?

PUSH HIM BACK IN!

Mace:

you know how much I love this show, but there’s a lot of loosey goosey writing going on here

HAAAAHAHAHAHA

Lor:

oh yeah there is

a shoulder touch and some tears don't make the last 23 years okay JOHN

Mace:

yeah, JOHN

Lor:

Target

he's at Target, Sammy

Mace:

Lor:

I need someone to clean up Dean's forehead

I VOLUNTEER

Mace:

SNORK

oh SAMMY

he’s got the hurt puppy going ON

Lor:

"don't get mad at me. don't you do that." I CAN'T. Dean you're killing me. that's not fair, baby

Mace:

“there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you”

Lor:

oh my boys

Mace:

YAS

no one cares about you Ellen

go home

Lor:

lololololol

Mace:

oh…WAIT

Lor:

seriously

haaaaaahahahahahahaha

Mace:

too soon?

Lor:

"we've got work to do"

Mace:

“we got work to do"

YAS

Lor:

I still CANNOT BELIEVE that (among other things) they did not take the opportunity to call back that line in the finale somehow

Mace:

don’t they?

I thought they did

it was definitely in the last few eps, right?

Lor:

do they? maybe like in the middle of the ep they do?

but I wanted like a reverse. "our work is done" or something. or "we have shit to do" and they close the trunk and they're at the beach or something

Mace:

YES

[after the episode had ended]

Lor:

so, given that Dean actually did go to hell, I guess his deal is fulfilled and Cas pulling him out didn't count as wiggling out of it? cause while Dean was making his deal I had a truly AWFUL AU idea of Cas pulling him out and Sammy goes back to being dead because Dean didn't fulfill the deal

Mace:

LOR, NO

WHY

Lor:

IT'S NOT MY FAULT

Mace:

YOU’RE THROWING MY SAMMY BACK INTO DEAD

HOW VERY DARE

Lor:

I AM NOT

Demons. DEMONS, MACE

Mace:

YOU had the idea, LOR

but it’s okay because your precious DEAN is OKAY i guess

Lor:

whistles. looks around innocently

Mace:

(I can just hear Cas chiming in with “well, Sam IS an abomination…”)

Lor:

(Haaaaaahahahahahaha)

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