#[ i don't mind that it took you awhile! it's chill! ]

[discordiansamba]

katara couldn't sleep.

after several hours of tossing and turning in her bed, she groaned and sat up. she already knew what the source of the problem was- as her waterbending grew stronger, so too did her tie to the moon. when it was full, she could hardly sleep a wink. with a sigh, she quietly made her way towards the small servant's kitchens. she didn't think they would mind if she borrowed them to make herself some tea.

to her surprise, zuko was already there.

"katara?" zuko asked. "what are you doing here?"

"that feels like it should be my question," katara asked, "-are you making tea?"

zuko hummed in agreement, and asked if she would like some. she smiled and thanked him, taking a seat at the small table. watching him make tea felt strange- a little like she was watching lee again. he set a cup of herbal tea in front of her, then sat down next to her with his own cup.

they talked quietly for awhile, about nothing in particular. it was... strange, being on friendly terms with zuko. after ba sing se, she'd thought she'd never be able to forgive him- but it had been almost impossible for her to hold onto that anger after she'd learned what it had earned him. she'd ended up angrier at azula than anything. she'd used her brother, and then she'd gotten rid of him.

it helped that zuko was different now.

she guessed it made sense. she'd gotten rid of the false memories that had been implanted in his head, but he'd still spent two years living as a different person. and being a different person meant having a different view of the world- and the war. she didn't think they had to worry about zuko burning down villages anymore. the person who had emerged from that ordeal was... different.

if anything, she was starting to like him.

"so," she tilted her head, "-nervous about returning home?"

zuko blinked, looking up at her. his brow furrowed in confusion as he asked what she meant. he already was home.

katara felt a chill creep up her spine.

"zuko," she said, "-you're not going home until tomorrow. we're still in ba sing se."

"no," zuko frowned, "-i'm pretty sure i live here."

katara stared at him, and very quietly she asked zuko why he thought that. he blinked slowly at her, and asked why she thought he didn't. he... worked here, didn't he? he'd been invited to serve the earth king tea. he didn't say it with any of the confidence that lee ever had when he spoke of his life, like he wasn't sure about it.

"zuko," she said quietly, "-do you mind if i check your head for a moment?"

zuko didn't say anything. he suddenly didn't seem quite as... present, katara thought. she took that as permission anyways, drawing some water from the faucet and placing her hands over his head. she closed her eyes and concentrated-

-and instantly, she realized what the problem was.

zuko was sleeping.

she didn't mean metaphorically. zuko was literally asleep, despite what his open eyes and responsiveness to their earlier conversation might suggest.

spirits. zuko was sleepwalking.

...how long had he been sleepwalking?

no, more importantly. she had to get him back to bed. she smiled at him and agreed with him. yes, he did work here. which meant he had to get up early tomorrow morning. so he really needed to get some sleep. zuko stared at her for a few moments, before he agreed she was right. he let her guide him back to his room.

she stayed until she was sure he was actually asleep.

she'd ask around the palace the next morning. zuko had apparently been doing this for weeks, but none of the guards or servants who had spoken to him had realized that something was wrong. they'd just thought the fire prince was having trouble sleeping, just like she had. sokka even confessed that he'd had a midnight chat with zuko at one point too, but he hadn't noticed anything odd.

(he'd made him tea then too.)

when she asked zuko about it, he didn't remember a thing.

"agni," he muttered, "-i'm so fucked up."

"don't worry," katara promised him, "-i'm sure it's just because you're still in ba sing se. you'll get better once you go home."

...she hoped.

zuko's in the courtyard. he's got swords.

sokka is instantly worried. like. for a lot of reason. chief among them because before the whole... brainwashing thing, zuko's dedicated mission in life was hunting down and capturing the avatar. he hadn't shown any inclination to pick it back up after he'd gotten un-brainwashed, but...

"sokka," zuko doesn't even turn to look at him, "-i know you're there."

sokka stays still. he's bluffing. he's perfectly hidden in the bushes.

zuko points a sword in his general direction and tells him to get out of the bushes. okay. maybe he does know where he was. the not-looking but knowing where he is thing reminds him a little of toph, but zuko is apparently half blind. maybe that shouldn't be a surprise.

"okay, you caught me," sokka stands up, "-but the real question is... what are you doing?"

zuko just gives him a bland look. he's practicing, what does it look like? turns out his dao were in the jasmine dragon this whole time. it's been two years since he touched them. he's gotten rusty. he can't really firebend at the moment, so he figured now was a good time to pick them back up.

you know, sokka says. not to boast, but while you were off serving tea, he'd studied the blade himself. zuko rolls his eyes. yeah, i heard. you learned from piandao. something about losing your comet sword during the invasion and pleading with aang to search the ocean for it for you?

"first off," sokka says, "-it was a space sword. second off-"

he draws said sword. the pleading paid off. why don't we spar a little? swordbender to swordbender.

zuko briefly looks like he's thinking about killing him again. sokka doesn't mind. it's good for his recovery. then zuko just shrugs. sure. i could use the practice. you weren't the only one to study with piandao, though.

sokka readies himself. he's not worried. zuko hasn't picked up a sword in two years. how good could he be?

the answer? very.

okay. now he thinks he can understand how he'd broke aang out of pohuai stronghold with just swords. sokka sits up, and he swears zuko smirks as he sheathes his swords- but he also offers him a hand. sokka hauls himself up with it, dusting off the back of his pants. huh. guess that's why lan-wei wanted to convince you you were useless at swordplay.

"yeah, probably," zuko says, "-he wanted me to think i was defenseless. i'm pretty sure if you put dao in lee's hands, he wouldn't even be able to use them."

he looks at zuko. he asks what that's like, to have his own skills stolen from him like that. he shakes his head. he couldn't tell you. lee didn't even know what he was capable of. there's nothing to miss if you don't even know it's gone.

and that? that's scary.

"...i guess i should thank you," zuko says after a moment, "-for not just leaving me like that."

sokka shrugs it off. no problem. you weren't their friend or anything, but they couldn't just leave you like that. at the same time... he thinks lee had become their friend, at the end there. those last few days at the ember island villa felt like they'd roped a new friend into their little group. maybe it's why they'd all gone along with katara's crazy idea to let lee choose.

he missed him, just a little.

ah well. guess he'd have to just make do with zuko.

[littlestardude]

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Dating Kenny HCS|| Reader x Kenny McCormick

✰ - SFW & NSFW - ✰

Plot: Just sum HCS!

Note: I love Kenny McCormick so fucking much he's so pookie smookie, also first post yippee!

TW: Drugs, death bcs of drugs (its Kenny he comes back-), incest ment (concerning rats), smut HCS at the end

Gender: AFAB Gen neutral

✰ - SFW - ✰

FLIRTS NONSTOP. all day every day, he just doesn't fucking stop. But the moment you flirt back.

Bro is dead, 6 feet under, giggling and kicking his feet

Has trouble falling asleep and sometimes you'll wake up and he'll be just staring at you

"Kenny what the fuck are you doing... "

"You're so pretty... Can I not stare at my partner in the middle of the night!? :(("

Demands you cuddle him to sleep

Did I mention touchy?

Yea

Super fucking touchy

Literally has to be touching you all the time as if you we're his phone in his pocket or he'll freak out

Actually learned the value of life once you stepped in. He's died only once.

Why you ask? In his words

"I can NOT just say no to free drugs"

Drugs in question were something called... Crazy 8...basically 8 fucking drugs mixed together.

Yea he wasn't gonna survive.

Now you have to keep an eye on him, and tell him to just stick with weed

Oh yeah weed

Bro is toasted most of the time.

AND reeks of weed 24/7

Anytime you smell weed the first thought that pops into your head is, "where's Kenny? "

Basically weed is a comforting smell to you now 💀

Asked you to get high with him

You were reluctant at first but then you tried it... Let's just say it's a common occurrence now

You think he's flirty when he's sober? When he's high omfg.

Compliments like crazy, and can actually take compliments back when he's high

You adore high Kenny because he literally turns into the silliest mf alive

Super duper touchy when you're both high, like on top of each other the whole time

Piercings out the wazoo

Tattoos to come...

You let him shower at your place so he actually became CLEAN once you started dating.

Like his hair is actually touchable now, and not greasy

He's still a rat boy tho, and does dirty rat boy things

Actually HAS rats

You came over one time and he introduced you to his ratty children

"This is Frankie, and Frankie Jr, and Frankie Jr Jr, and that's Maggy, and Rosie and- FRANKLIN JR GET OFF YOUR SISTER RIGHT NOW! >:("

"Um, Ken... I don't know how to tell you this but rats dont care about incest..."

Almost cried, "it's like medieval Spain all over again... "

You pat his back, "it never gets easier... " you sighed dramatically

Loves animals, you guys wanna get a dog and cat together!

He loves you and adores you so much

He thinks you're the best person to ever come out of this cruel world, and he tells you that all the time

You also love him. So much. You think he's the prettiest, sweetest boy

You tell him that most of the time when you think he's asleep, he usually isn't because he loves hearing it

Back to the weed thing, LOVES when u guys order McDonald's when ur both high and have the munchies

Bro can throw down 2 big macs, 1 double quarter pounder, 20 piece chicken nuggets, and 2 orders of large fries and still be like

"I need something sweet... " 💀

Anytime you're out with your friends, Kenny's usually wearing his parka and you're the only one who can understand Kennish

Also holding hands the whole time

It took you awhile to get used to the fact you had a super clingy partner but you got used to it

You guys were able to get a place together eventually after high school

It's super shitty but it's home <3

You'll eventually upgrade after grueling work and endless shifts

But you definitely make time for each other

✰ - NSFW - ✰

(The fun begins *rubs hands evily together*)

SWITCH KENNY SUPREMACY!!! Literally does not mind either, as long as he's with you and he's naked? And you're naked? Bros chilling

Fucking loves oral, receiving and giving

First time he ate you out, you were on cloud mf 9, seeing stars n shit

He LOVES your thighs, like before he eats you out he just likes kissing and squeezing your thighs

HOWEVER. The first time you sucked him off. Omg, HIS thighs were MESMERIZING.

Something about boys thighs... Just seeing them pushed together, your fucking weakness.

His thighs are pale and ever so slightly plushy... Help me

KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH HIS MF HANDS‼️

He grabs you and stimulates you in the best fucking spots

LOVES COCKWARMING. NEED I SAY LESS.

You guys will just be chilling watching a movie, and he'll just go like

"Babeeeee... " that's literally all he needs to say bcs you know what he wants.

After some time of just being on his dick it kinda hits you, "I'm on his cock, I could literally do what ever I want... " you think, evily

You'll shift your body around to where you're looking at him and he already knows what's coming, his hands are IMMEDIATELY on your hips

And you start slowly bouncing up and down

Doesn't take him long to start making noises

He's very vocal during sex, he sees no point in staying silent

Plus the first time he moaned super loud during sex you literally came on the spot.

Now he can't help but moan and whimper when you're on top of him because he knows you love it

AFTERCARE KINGG

Usually urges you two to take a shower after sex

Sometimes ends up into shower sex if the both of you still have the energy

You bought a shower stool so you both could fuck in the shower because one time he almost slipped and will NEVER live it down

"IT WAS SUPER SLIPPERY OKAY"

"You stepped on the soap babe... You almost went flying"

Yea a shower stool and those mats for the shower floor

[spibder]

HI! I hope your having a good day. The fact you respond to these makes me happy beyond belief. and another check in, Have you drank water or eaten food? if you have then good! so, I can't choose one person to be my favorite artist so I have 5 as my favorites, I love them equally and you are one of them! and your so nice and chill! you know how to make an introvert feel comfortable! anyway I wantted to share this headcanon with an ask:

So me and my friend ice skate, and we headcanon Brian and Tim as figure skaters, not solo, but pairs! I was curious if you could draw them skating, they don't have to be doing any tricks but I thought i'd be cool! Totally fine if you can't but I do want to know what you think! and maybe.... they could be holding hands? I ship Brim :) I hope you don't mind me coming back like once a day or every other day...

-love

Draconic Anon

WAH okay this. took me forever to get around to sorry its so hot here lately n blanked for awhile lol. kept this in mind the whole time tho cus its a cute concept :(( and i am ridiculously honored to b in ur top 5 it means the world. heres sillies

[mindl3sssoul]

Fluttering Love

“I don't feel lonely when I see her

Even my sad emotions dissapear far way, She's my fairy of shampoo

I will love you now”

་༘࿐Summary: where Yuuta unexpectedly falls in love with you, who illuminates his world and transforms his life with your presence.

✧this is based from the song fairy of shampoo by dosii!

Word count: 1.2k

Reader's gender is unspecified!

Chapter 1

Yuuta never hoped for that accident to happen. Seeing the lifeless body of the girl he had promised a whole future with at the only age of 11 made him wanna throw up. The metallic scent fills his mind, unable to process whatever happened right now.

He could only mumble her name in distress, tears finally building up, threatening to fall out. Her head bashed on the ground when the car strikes her. Lying on her own pool of blood, her navy dress tainted by the crimson red. The voices of people around yelling, one asking for help, calling for the ambulance, as if it's not too late.

He dared to utter her name once again, in a moment of silence Yuta's eyes widen, his breath hitching as he hears that terrifying voice. Desperate to find its source, he glances around him. "Rika-chan...?" he mumbled, barely audible. The world fading on his sight each second, threatened to be consumed by the darkness engulfing the place.

Everything went silent, he's in a void, lost and puzzled, then, he hears a voice.

"Yuutaaaa... we'll be together in the future, right..????" He heard the same high-pitched, distorted voice again. A figure emerges from the ground, it's head having a shell like structure looking a bit similar to brain, several tendrils connecting from the back of it, a mouth full of thin sharp teeth.

Yuta stumbles backwards, a cry escaping his lips as he sees the grotesque form rising from Rika's body. "W-What are you...?" he stammers, his heart pounding in his chest.

The monstrous form rose up beneath him, its hands tightened around his ankle, it's other hand reaching out to cover his face, he shut his eyes close in terror and tried to free his ankle from the large hand's grip.

Everything, went silent again.

A few chattering he hears again, everything slowly coming back to place, he blinked a few times, his vision still blurry, after a few seconds, he finally became conscious of everything around, he was zoning out. He blinked a few times, their words rang through his head a couple of times. looking at the person infront of him. It was his assigned deskmate.

How embarassing. A blush crept to his face from embarrassment, turning his head away in shame. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead, sliding out his red cheeks. His lips quivering, he still remember what happened earlier when he zoned out. Giving him chills.

Ever since that day happened, he would be always haunted by the after events of Rika's death. Which lead him to almost not eat or sleep, going as far as locking himself inside his room, even cutting everyone off. His mother would always check on him, but will just be met with silence and sobs.

"I'm [Last name] [Name], I'm gonna be your deskmate so uh pleasure to meet you."

You did it, you finally introduced yourself properly! Lost in your own thoughts, you were almost jumping out of success. You grinned to yourself, turning your head along with your gaze away proudly, crossing your arms. After a few seconds, maybe 25, you never heard any word or sound coming from him, only your teacher discussing infront and a few chatters at the back.

It took you awhile to decide whether if you should turn and ask him what he's on. Hesitating for a moment, You stare at the boy infront of you, he was staring almost right into your soul, damn, tilting your head in confusion, puzzled on why he's speechless infront of you.

Almost you can imagine a question mark above your head, you pondered, have you said something wrong? Is there anything wrong with your introduction? Or is he just mesmerized by you? Brows furrowed in concern, You hoped it was the third one but he got you almost shitting out with that stare, it was a little frightening but it doesn't bother you really much.

Couple minutes of silence passed, you finally decided to try and break him out of that state. You turned to him again, feeling nervous, you waved your hand infront of his face, analyzing him. There was something alluring on the dark circles under his eyes, and the way his dark blue irises shines like a sea illuminated by the pale moonlight at a breezy night. You find yourself eventually staring at his irises, lost in it.

You realized and shook your head, breaking out of it, you sighed and decided to ask him. "Hello..? Are you still with us..?" Questioning him quietly, your voice a mere whisper in order not to get catched talking loudly by your teacher. Genuinely concerned for the guy, you tapped his shoulders gently. Still after a few moments of silence, you sighed in defeat, grumbling to yourself as you rest your head on your palms.

You spare him a glance again, having no choice but focus your gaze at the boring whiteboard infront. But you know you have to take a second glance when you caught a glimpse of him blinking, turning your look back, he was not staring at you now, he had totally turned away, his slightly dishevelled hair covering the side of his face a little but you can see a faint scarlet on his cheeks.

He was zoning out for 4 minutes. "Mhm yeah.. he was definitely zoning out." You mumbled to yourself, giving a low huff before picking up your pen, clicking the top of it continuously. Bored seeped to you, hoping that somehow the class would be dismissed early.

You attempted to distract yourself by drawing various objects, just cats and stick figures, or attempt at spinning a pen with your fingers like what you always see on your social media main page, but you always end up dropping it or screwing up which makes you frustrated. So you just made simple origamis, like paper stars during the 3 subjects and each of them having 40 minutes of sessions. Yet even when you never usually listen to those lessons, you still manage to get passing scores which makes your classmates wonder how you get it.

You occasionally glanced at your deskmate who's either fumbling with his fingers or looking around the classroom, by also trying to be not noticeable. His head was down the entire time, turning left or right.

However, the moment he meets your eyes a second time, he becomes tense once again, looking frightened as if you were going to eat him alive. Even though you didn't really know the boy, there's something about him that makes you want to at least lend a hand. But that would be out of character, you thought.

So then, you just sighed quietly, leaning your back at the hard wooden chair, waiting for the class to end. After all, there's only 5 minutes left before recess.

Those slow 5 minutes of hell finally ended. your stomach is screaming inside you, it's big back ass wanting nothing but food again, but you always end up buying candies at the cafeteria which doesn't even satisfy your hunger enough.

You went back to your class, you don't see any more student inside except for him. Sitting all by himself, you didn't expect this but he was staring at your seat, not in some kind of weird way, but with melancholy and guilt. Feeling bad that he may have you feel uncomfortable when he was right there staring to your soul.

You moved forward, supposingly, you were approaching your seat, like as usual you do. But you find yourself standing before him, handing him a piece of candy you bought. Your hands were shaking mildly, hoping that he would take it sooner or it may fall from your hands due to your akwardness.

a/n: I'm so sorry for the slow ahh update! I have been busy with school lately so please be patient with me! T T, I'll try to update faster when I have free time!

🎐blue star divider by soulari!

[adventuringblind]

i loved your neurodivergent x oscar sm and i think it’s so cute. i love the way both their dynamics work with each other and it’s relatability!!

i was wondering if you could do more fics based on them in like different situations and how they both would care for each other in their own ways??

maybe you could make a fic based around the early stages of their relationship? i can imagine it being like really cute and both of them having to adapt to some of each others habits that they weren’t used to before, etc, and them both just being really caring and overall adorable towards each other!

i hope you’re having a lovely day btw!

Patterns of You

Oscar Piastrix Autistic!reader

Genre: fluff

Request: yep! I'm open for any ideas y'all have. I've been having fun with the autistic reader, so if you have anything specific in mind, please let me know!

Summary: You and Oscar adapt to eachothers way of living

Warnings: none :)

Notes: written in second person

Masterlist

You and Oscar hit it off

However, it still takes some getting used too for the both of you

Oscar likes trying different foods

You like sticking to the same foods

It took him awhile to learn your preference

He even made a list of things you specifically disliked and hung it on the fridge

He was aware you physically couldn't handle certain things

So he tried his hardest to make things that you both liked or could he made to one's specific preferences

Once he asked you to come with him to a barbecue at a friend's house

The party itself was chill

But the food options made you want to cry

You tired to be polite and eat a little but but you just ended up excusing yourself to the bathroom and gagging

Oscar was well aware of what was happening

He made sure you didn't feel the need to force yourself to eat something you couldn't

When he took you home that night, he purchased your favorite safe food and made it for you

He knew you needed food, and after the stress of everything at the barbecue, he figured your safe food might help to ease your senses

One thing he was not prepared for was the first time you had a meltdown

You'd told him exactly what happens and how you need to calm yourself down so that he wasn't clueless

It didn't stop him from being worried though

When you showed up with Oscar at the paddock for the first time, the journalists were all over you

They were loud, in your face, and in your personal space

It got overwhelming too quick

Your hands immediately cover your ears, and your breathing gets rapid

The worst part is that they follow you

Obviously, they didn't get that you didn't feel like talking to them

Oscar could actively feel your body shutting down

Tears escaping your eyes faster then you could wipe them away

He led you all the way to his driver room without stopping

Immediately, he watched you find the floor and curl into yourself

Oscar just stands guard and makes sure you don't need anything as you attempt to self-soothe

When you feel better, he lets you hold him or be held in whatever way you need

He started to adapt after that

He became Spiderman

It didn't matter where you were, if he was within five minutes of you, he knew if you felt overwhelmed or not

When you moved in with him, he made sure to give you a safe space

Somewhere that other people couldn't go and bother you if you needed time to yourself

Somtimes Oscar himself was your safe space

If you couldn't get away from the environment, he would envelope you in his arms

Letting you bury your face in his chest and breathe in his scent

It wasn't the best way of letting you calm down, but it worked in emergency situations when he couldn't get you out of there

Routine became the most popular shared thing between you two

You both had schedules and stuck to them

He noticed your mini routines inside of your schedule

You would always use the same good morning greeting, so he started using it too

It made you smile when the comforting words fell from his mouth

You always made the bed a specific way, so he memorized how so he could do it also

Vocal tones were the hardest thing for you to learn

Your parents deemed that the way you speak most the time had an ability to sound angry and sassy

This, in turn, made you over explain everything you said because you feared it would get you in trouble

Oscar could not understand for the life of him why one sentence became a three paragraph explanation

He eventually just started listening for keywords you used to get different tones across

When you asked questions about how he was meaning things, he didn't get it at first

When he was talking about work drama, he saw the pure look of confusion on your face

You were trying to decide if he was upset or just gossiping but had yet to figure it out

He understood after that

Needless to say you two eventually found your groove

Communication about communication became a vital point of success in your relationship

Oscar didn't mind having to adapt to something new

He loves you and is willing figure things out

Plus, the patterns you have make you more you

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Humiliating the Cop

The University Officer at my college is always riding my ass for "bullying." Apparently some wimps went crying to him after I teased them around. Now he's constantly watching me. The dude needs to chill, and I'm gonna make him!

All it'll take is a confrontation with my handy hypnotic pendant. One look at the gem dripping down my neck and his mind will be ripe the picking!

"Yo, Officer!" I call his attention and march right up to the goody-two-shoes. He looks just as high-and-mighty as ever.

"Something going on?" he gives me a disapproving glare, "You causing trouble again?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, big guy," I pull the pendant out of my shirt, "Just wanted to show my favorite piggy something."

He grimaces and opens his mouth, but before he can deliver his comeback, his eyes catch sight of the glowing jewel on my neck. The tension in his body relaxes while his jaw drops open. He looks like a brain dead idiot, but that just means he's ready for some instructions.

I start to explain his new job to him. Things are going to be different around here. This cop's not going to be the high-and-mighty enforcer of justice he used to be, and there's nothing he can do but nod his head dumbly and agree!

A week later I catch sight of the cop carrying a bucket of soapy water down the hall. Some nerd I'm intimidating squeals for his help.

The officer just shakes his head, "Sorry, I'm busy right now. I have to go scrub graffiti off a stall in the men's room."

"That's my art, piggy. You like what I spray painted in there?" I chuckle.

"Oh, it was very well done," he answered quickly, searching my eyes for approval, "I didn't realize it was yours, sir. I'll just leave it alone."

The dweeb I have pinned against the wall is dumbfounded and asks again for some help before I interrupt, "Jesus, tell this kid to just shut up and hand over his lunch."

The cop nods and turns a stern face to my victim, "Son, be quiet and give him what he wants, now."

After handing over his packed meal, the student scurries away. I obviously had the officer wrapped around my mean finger. I used him to help me bully a few other kids throughout the rest of the week. I even had him vandalize the principal's car for me, but I wanted him to fall a little further from grace..

Most of the cafeteria snickered quietly behind the officer's back. I put him in another trance that morning, telling him that his new responsibilities as campus security was to "Mop up the messes before anyone else can."

He spent all day running around the hallways with a mop and bucket. During lunch, I knocked the food out of everyone's hands and enjoyed watching him crawl behind as he struggled to keep up with each new mess.

By the end of the day, a few of the more outgoing football jocks had joined in on teasing the man.

"Yo, officer," the athlete chuckled, as he poured a soda out onto the floor.

"Yes, sir?"

I have him calling everyone 'sir,' now. He's basically lower than everyone on the totem pole now. Even still, I thought he could drop lower...

After a quick discussion with the police chief, I had him fired from the department. Don't worry though! I got him a job as a janitor at the school. He works for free, but at least he's got something to do all day.

Using the hypnotic pendant, I essentially took over his life. I had the police chief hire me in the cop's place. I moved into the man's lovely home, and acquainted myself with his beautiful wife. After, introducing her to my glowing necklace, she quickly realized that I was a million times better than her disgusting husband.

He still sees her every once in awhile when he comes over to clean the place, but he's not allowed to speak to women anymore. She only talks to him when she's criticizing his janitorial capabilities, anyway.

I've got to say that I'm a much better officer than that annoying prick ever was. At least, I have a lot more fun using the uniform than he ever did. Call me sadistic, but I'm still thinking of ways to bring the guy down a peg...

[softspace-fics]

Hiii so I just went through kinda a mental health crisis today (VERY long story short I'm at my grandma's house cuz I swallowed sum I wasn't supposed to but I'm okay now my throat just feels icky) you absolutely 100% do not (REPEAT DO NOT) need to do this request at all you can ignore it cuz ik it's uncomfortable what im about to ask (im sorry in advance if you are uncomfy I get it)

Could you possibly write a little while they're big try to hurt themselves and can't get into littlespace and to embarrassed about feeling like hurting themselves to talk about it with someone I honestly don't care with who but I've been on a Wade and Bucky kick recently

Like I said you can ignore this your writing just so comforting and amazing and I want to feel more of that thank you for listening

I hope you have an amazing day, and if you're not, I hope it gets better

You mean to much.

A/N - I genuinely took awhile to make this because I wanted to be as inclusive as possible, but I think I related this to myself a little too close. I hope you all enjoy, and understand that if you ever need someone I'm here. Your never alone in your fight. If you ever need someone please contact your suicide hotline. You don't need to fight alone. To anon I hope your feeling better and this story helps you in the way you need, I'm sorry you went through what you did.

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Depressive episode, thoughts of self harm, negative thoughts, overwhelmed reader, reader thinks about leaving bucky, tears, bucky cries for a min, reader breakdown, please let me know if I missed any!

Please read with caution.

Bucky Barnes x GN!little reader

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Today sucked. The entire day even before you woke was a nightmare. You had woken up at 5am from a grueling nightmare that made you not want to even attempt to go back to sleep. Getting up, you even attempted to make your own food before that enviably failed too. You got dressed into outerwear but decided after the third attempt of trying to get your shoes on, that it was just not worth trying to try your luck outside.

So you didn’t. You attempted to do some of your hobbies, but even those weren’t appealing to you at the moment and seeing that you caregiver was out, you decided to take a bath. You hoped that the ability to chill in the tub and maybe watch a show would help get your brain to decide to actually function.

What a bad idea that was though. You ended up just staring at yourself in the mirror for a unknown amount of time, nitpicking every mark, scratch, unbalanced feature, and anything else your brain could make you decide to hate.

You viewed how your body was different than those around you, how it could be seen as so very wrong for you to be with Bucky. How did you even end up with a super soldier like him? Did you put a spell on him? Was he playing your feelings?

Maybe if you changed yourself he’d be better off? There’s no way he misses the looks you two get when you go in public. Who knows how the avengers feel about you? Bucky could get anyone he ever wanted and he settled on you.

The thoughts began to cloud your mind, and the urges to mutate your own body starts to completely black out any rational thoughts your brain was trying to give you. However, no matter how bad these thoughts were trying to get you, you couldn’t break the promises that you and Bucky had made previously.

This wasn’t the first time you had one of these bad days, where everything was trying to push you over the edge. The last time you had one of these days though you gave into the urges, and this meant that Bucky found out. He saw the long sleeves on a 100+ day and something told him to check in on you.

When he did, he found out about your scars, and your fresh wounds. This was early on in your relationship and you were worried you were about to scare him off, that’s as until he pulled you into his arms and a few stray tears rolled down his face as he reassured you that you were the most beautiful human being in the multiverse.

He begged you to tell him if these days ever happened where the world had everything against you. He begged for you to throw away the things that you would harm yourself with, and in which you did, you threw out the things your brain would make you use, and you told him you’d try to tell him if these days happened.

You wanted to, you really did, but you couldn’t fathom bothering him on a day where he had numerous meetings and a day that he was going to spend hanging out with his best friend. Why in the world would you pile more problems onto his plate?

You eventually pulled yourself from the mirror, walking over to the couch and curling into the corner of it. You pulled a blanket off the back of the couch, tears streaming down your face, and tried to just sleep off the icky feelings.

As you laid there, crying quietly, your regression decided to say hello. The baby’s brain didn’t understand why it felt the way it did. It wasn’t sure why it felt as if their dada shouldn't love them anymore, why was he going to be better off without them? Was he truly going to be?

You woke up a few hours later, to the shuffling of you onto something new, as if something- someone, was picking you up. The scent gave away the person almost immediately, and you almost completely subconsciously grabbed onto him.

“Dada?” You mumbled quietly, your eyes opening to your worried caregivers face.

“Baby? Why were you crying?” You feel Bucky softly attempt to wipe off the dried tears, bouncing you softly, concern lacing every fiber of his being.

You look away solemnly, your mind beginning to remind you how you weren’t good enough for him. the clouded judgment of others remaining in your own little mind.

In hopes he’d drop the topic, you shook your head and hid your face in his neck, clinging to him even more. This only heightened his worry as he held you tighter, closer, and even more protectively.

“Baby please, your worrying me.” He mumbles softly into your hair, kissing it before resting his forehead against the top of your head.

He had a feeling it was a bad day for you, and he was so worried you hadn’t been able to feel like calling him to help, what if you had done something? What if he couldn’t have stopped you? What’s if he let you down just like everyone else?

The sounds of your tears came through the broken explanation of the day you had and you did your best to tell him that you’d be okay if he left you. All that he did when he heard you say that was hold onto you tighter and closer. He just mumbled gentle no’s and a silent sigh of relief when you said you couldn’t do it because you didn’t want to break your promises.

Bucky slowly walked over to your nursery, sitting down in the rocking chair that he had made so that you and him could comfortably sit and he could care for you. He softly pulled you from your hiding spot in his neck, where his neck and shirt were soaked with tears.

“Never, ever believe that I’d need anyone but you. I don't care what people think or say, you saved me and that means that when theses days happen id do anything to save you too. It’s perfectly okay to have these thoughts, and its okay to ask for help. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, that’s why I’m here yeah? Never do you have to go through these big emotions alone anymore okay? That’s why I’m here. I promise not one thing you say will ever change my mind, or change how I feel about being your dada. You're too perfect for me. Your not alone.”

He firmly and calmly talks you, just above a whisper, as if he was worried the walls would hear how much his hearted ached for you, and use it against him. You meant the world to Bucky, and his heart broke knowing that you felt this way.

The only thing you could muster through the walls of regression, and the emotional overboard was a nod before dragging him back into you and your face going back right where it was.

Bucky didn’t let you go for about 3 days, he didn’t leave the house, even though he was supposed to be going somewhere for work, he called and told them he wouldn’t be there. He spent days making sure that you were safe and sound, and knew how much he truely loved you. He helped in whatever way he could to make you realize how much you meant to him.

[leavingsunsets]

hello!

I would like to request hcs (if that's fine with you, because I saw you're more on the fics side :3) for Kinro (bro deserves more love), Sai and Ryusui with a very emotional and empathetic reader, who tries to mask it by acting all cool and unbothered, but it doesn't always work well. I prefer it to be on the more romantic side, but I don't mind the platonic one! It can be either female or gender neutral reader. I will rely on your intuition and creativity.

I hope I explained everything quite sensibly and understandably. ._.

Have a wonderful day!

Ohh my gosh hello hello! I don't mind hcs as well, since i lovw these characters so much like mwah mwah mwah (AHEM AHEM magic man COUGHCOUCGHFOUCGH) but anyways im doing gn reader so lots more ppl can enjoy tehee. here it is !!

"𝙋𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣."

[gn!reader]

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙧𝙤

Tbh i feel like Kinro is KINDAAA similar in the same sense?? like, all cool n stuff but hes actlly a real sweetie sometimes mwah mwah mwah. also ur right he deserves more love hes literally just a loveable guy

At first i think hed be surprised, like, all, "woah, uh, you good"

but then, i think among the three, isnt that fazed. hes around ginro almost 24/7 cmon.

but once he gets used to you he just stares when you get all cool and so indifferent then he goes "its okay to be sad about it" then you just start beating his chest bawling and he pats your back

platonically, thats what hed do. Like, hed just silently offer support while you tell him your troubles or thoughts. like nod along or put a hand on your shoulder in silent encouragement or just seem so cool while spouting out some wise words. (he puts a hand on your shoulder and you look at him, the wind blows his hair slightly, the light capturing him in a perfect angle. "i understand that feeling. i felt hurt when ginro laughed at the rip in my pants too" he whispers so coolly and you bust out laughing)

romantically, hed be more initiative in this type of stuff i think. like, if he saw you going away on your own hed follow after to talk. or be more nervous cuz this time hes ACTIVELY trying to cheer you up, like tryna be comforting even if his words come out awkward or something like that. "uhmm, thats bad.. uh.. do you wanna. do you wanna hug?"

either way, 10/10 this man will never disappoint, he doesnt, and he didnt. he is underrated and we should talk about him more def

𝙍𝙮𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞

Ohoooo. this maaan is likeeee. i dunno man i feel like he literally has the same reaction to every single type of person.

encouraging, supportive, and just a big big ball of sun

hed just pin you down as an interesting person and spout some compliments

even when you first meet and he sees how you work hes like "👍!!"

So lets say close friends now. he sees you go 'its okay. I dont care' and he sees you be all 'im going to dramatically sit on a rock and have a glistening tear down my face lit by the sun' and he'll like, smack your back 4 times going 'ITS OKAY MY FRIEND ITS OKAY'

Platonic?? just like that. how he treats everyone which is of course very special. goes 'hey, its alright. like really. im here to be a bud and give u some encouragement' and be all like 'DW MY FRIEND' and just even gives u nice talks

ROMANTICALLY?? kind of the same, but but but but. he litrlly goes and does smthng to cheer u up. like litrlly does the same as platonically, but later even when ur all cheered up, brings u to a nice place like a nice view. Doesnt SAY anything cheesy but ltrlly aheaeha RAWR ryusui nanami i cant believe you just took me to a nice dinner date

𝙎𝙖𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞

okay hmmm. idk depends on the intensity of it he MIGHT be averse?? Not entirely but as long as youre not bawling and sniffling i think ur good 👍

ok so u first meet right? and then he meets u 'oh cool person ok. rlly chill' then after awhile he sees you start sniffling over someones sob story and hes all like 'aweee'

NOT IN A 'thats cute' WAY LIKE. HES JUS LIKE THINKING 'OH THIS PERSON RLLY CARES ALOT THATS SWEET A LITTLE'

maybe that might be a bonding factor. Like, the fact that ur empathetic and soooo YKNOW, YOU

so like when u werent close he was all like 'ohh. ahhh wow. i see.' now hes all like 'haha theres my little gober gomble with the gummy goo' but he will never say that ofc grrr

PLATONICALLY. hes as goober as can be. literally being all friends friends with you and loving your company. like, actively approaches you and goes 'hey!!!! :3!!'. literally a sweetie yall talk about stuff and the whole time hes like :3 and all supportive and encouraging throughout whatever ur feeling, blue or yello, red or green.

fixes my bowtie. Now. ROMANTICALLY?? so this is only it does blossom after the platonic stage. he does the same things, except all 'hmgngmg omg.. its them...' inside now. More active tending to you in your moments, happy or blue. like cheering if ur cheering, fretting over u if youre sad over smthng, stuff like that. or angry, like going 'PLS PLS PLS PLS' holding you back from hitting someone on the head. literally just the same in platonic but hes so so so sooo in love with you and loves you, for being you, more than anything

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WHEW and thats. yeah. thats it. Again i am so sorry for the disproportionate pics n headers EVERYTIME i literally crop them on my own sometimes n i dont know where else to get them. but yah i hope u enjoyed and sorry it took soo long :333 !! Hcs are easier for me 2 do than fics because they take less time and like, hmm, its not that hard since theres no plot planning or proofreading or anything like that. but yes WOOO ENJOY I HOPE YALL KEEP ENJOYIG THE RARE FICS IS PUT OUT IM SO SORRY FOR THAT TOO 😭😭

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Fuckin' with the Ecosystem- Chapter 2

Characters: Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Summary: You spend your Sunday afternoon with Carmy, by your side, trying to make sense of the piles of disorganized paperwork. You finally have a chance to ask what happened to his brother, only to regret it after finding out the answer. You start to realize you might be there for more than just financial guidance.

Warnings: Angst, Suicide mentions, Alcohol.

A/n: I'm really excited writing this series. It's been awhile since writing something like this. I hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think! Any feedback would be amazing. If there's any other ideas you have in mind about our Carmy, my requests are open!

Here's chapter one, if haven't read yet.

Enjoy :)

It was a Sunday evening, and after officially a week of being at 'The Original Beef of Chicagoland,' you were no were nowhere closer to telling Carmy the legal or financial status of his restaurant.

It took you half the week to just organize the random letters and scraps of paper laying in boxes. With that, there was still portions missing.

Carmy came through the swinging doors with two plates. He placed your plate on the desk and scooted a chair closer to you. He felt bad about dropping this bomb on you. But even worse now, because you came in every day this week to get on top of this mess.

When he found out that you were coming in today, there was no doubt that he was coming in too, even though the restaurant was closed. He didn't say anything though, knowing you would try and convince him not to come in.

You looked up and gave him a grateful smile picking up the plate of pasta and swapping your pen for a fork.

"Don't go too hard on me. It's whatever I could lay my hand on." He said with his mouth half full.

You rolled my eyes, like you were going to be judging him on his culinary skills right now. Especially, after everything you saw in the previous job.

You stabbed the penne pasta with your fork and shoved it in your mouth, not really caring about the taste. You started to notice how hungry you really were. The taste was the last thing on your mind. Saying that, it was delicious.

You both sat in silence, scoffing down the food as fast as possible. Carmy took the cleared plates from you and worked his way back to the kitchen.

As he rinsed the last bit of suds off the plates, he paused a moment and went over to the mini fridge in the corner of the kitchen. He took out two chilled bottles, thinking that you need something to help you relax after searching through piles of paper all day.

After a few moments, he popped back through the doors with two beers in his hand.

"Thanks." You smiled, taking the cold beer from him.

"I wish we had somethin' stronger than this, but 'aven't found my brother's hidden stash yet." Carmy put the lip of the bottle on the edge of the desk and slammed his hand down on it.

The cap popped off and fell onto the ground and he took a swig of his beer.

"He has one?" You asked, trying the same move as he just did with his bottle.

You slammed your hand onto it but at the wrong angle. Your hand ended up punching the desk and you felt the pain traveling up your arm.

"Fuck" You muttered wincing.

You look over to see Carmy holding back a smile and reached over to take the bottle off of you.

"Very smooth" He broke into a snicker before doing the same maneuver on your bottle with ease.

"Fuck you" You smirked back, snatching the bottle off of him and bringing it to your mouth.

You looked over to see him leaning back on the chair with his legs straight out in front of him. Your feet leaning against his awkwardly in the smallest office in Chicago.

"How's Nick?" He asked, playing with the beer label.

"Uh.. I wouldn't know" You were caught off guard by the question. Since coming into town, you and him haven't really had the chance to talk about anything other than work.

"We broke up a year ago." You eventually said taking a glance up at him.

Thank fuck, he thought to himself

"Shit, sorry, I didn't know" He hummed taking another drink.

"Nah, it's fine. The relationship was past its expiry. It was becoming toxic as hell." You glanced up at him with a soft smile.

"You were right though" You continued after a moment of silence.

Carmy looked up with slight confusion, wondering what you were talking about.

"He was lying to me, about... well pretty much everything." You explained, feeling the sinking feeling in your heart.

You remembered finding out about all the lies. That the person you had spent so much time with had lied about everything good in his life. You didn't know him at all.

A memory sparked in Carmy's mind, he was back in New York. He was at a bar with you. After begging him week after week to go out for a drink with you, he gave in. Too many beers later, he blurted out his real thoughts on Nick. Looking back, he couldn't help but cringe on the way he acted. He couldn't even remember the exact words he said. But he remembers your reaction and the hurt in her eyes.

"W-What did I even say?" Carmy asked, squinting his eyes trying to think back harder.

You thought back to the memory. The loud music, sticky bar table and Carmy's messy hair across from you. You remember smelling beer on his breath and his words were slightly slurred. The haze in his eyes was getting thicker.

"Um.. you said that Nick was full of shit." You recalled and then smiled to yourself when you remembered more.

"And I quote 'He's playing you like a fuckin' fiddle'" Feeling a smirk climb onto your face.

Carmy rubbed his mouth down with his hand trying to hide his smile. But a smile broke through anyway.

"Jesus, I really have a way with words." He scoffed to himself, taking another gulp from the bottle.

You quietly laughed, bringing the beer up to your mouth.

Carmy brought his hand to his hair to scratch his head. He felt ashamed for his raw words. But he was grateful that you didn't hold it against him.

To say he struggled socially would be an understatement. He felt too awkward sometimes, to the point where he would be uncomfortable. Over the years of moving the way he did, he rarely had more than one or two friends at most. Those friends were mostly work colleagues.

"Can I ask you somethin'?" You asked bringing him out of thought.

He nodded, putting his empty beer bottle on the desk.

"How did your brother..." You trailed off, not knowing how to phrase your question.

"He killed himself, shot himself in the head," Carmy's said bluntly, crossing his arms avoiding eye contact with you. His stare never leaving the floor.

You stared at him and didn't say a word. For some reason, you just thought he died in a car accident. Your mind went blank for a moment only to realise what Carmy might be going through.

"Fuck Carmy, I'm so sor-"

"Don't." He interrupted, shaking his head.

"It's fine. Really." He shrugged getting up abruptly to the point it startled you a little.

He grabbed his empty beer bottle and gestured at you to see if you wanted another one.

You nodded absent-minded, still digesting the bomb he dropped on you.

He went to the kitchen and shook his head in annoyance while walking to the fridge. He felt like a shithead saying something like that so plainly. He didn't want to scare you away. It didn't help that he walked away straight after saying it.

Well fuckin' done, smooth as always, he thought to himself on his way to the fridge.

He came back with two new bottles and cracked them open with ease again. He placed yours on the desk in front of you.

You both sat there, not saying a word. He was never the type that was good with words. Usually talking got him into more trouble. His family were blunt and to the point. No feelings were ever spared in the household. He didn't want to be that way. Since moving away, he always made an effort to get better at communicating.

You looked over to see his leg shaking non stop. It was dumb for you to bring up his brother. You could have asked anyone else, and they would have told you.

You gulped down the last of your first one and pushed it onto the desk. Carmy held the neck of the bottle, resting it between his legs. He shifted in his seat, making you glance over at him.

"I didn't mean to unload this on you. For some reason, I thought you knew. It's fuckin' stupid for me to think that." He leaned forward resting his arms on his thighs.

"I-I'm sorry," He continued, resting his hand on your arm, looking up through his lids.

You looked down at his hand on your arm, the warmth of his hand on your wrist.

"You're the last person that's should apologise." You gave a weak smile resting your hand on top of his.

You both sat there, not saying anything. The peace you felt between both of you was something you missed since going your separate ways. You notice that his leg shake slowed down to a halt.

"If you need someone, you know I'm here, right?" You angled your head making sure to keep eye contact.

"Yea- yeah I know" He nodded pulling away and leaning back into his chair.

Since moving back to Chicago, he hasn't had a moment to himself to think. He didn't know if he even wanted one. He felt that if he stopped for one brief moment, that everything would catch up. His thoughts, feelings and grief. Him being next to you, gave him comfort. Having someone who knew him before his life turned into a shitshow. His old life where it was stressful but not chaotic. Not the way it is now.

He took out his pack of cigarettes, taking one out before turning the pack to you.

You quit smoking a year ago but didn't have the heart to deny his offer, especially after the heart wrenching conversation. You took one and got up from your seat grabbing the coat from the chair. You followed him out behind the building. His cigarette held between his lips as his zipped up his wool jacket shielding him from the sharp breeze. It was becoming dark, the fall evenings really settling in Chicago.

Carmy searched his pockets and pulled out a pink transparent lighter, flicking it with his thumb a couple of times before a small flame emitted from it. A glow was cast on his face, with the end of his smoke burning bright orange.

You gazed at him with the weight of guilt in your stomach. You started to think that maybe you weren't just there for management guidance. Maybe you were there for support. It was hard to tell, Carmy was never the type to speak his thoughts. That's what made this so difficult. How do you ask someone about something so sensitive?

You gave a quick smile as he leaned the lighter to you. You inhaled watching the cigarette catch a light before feeling the smoke travel down to your lungs. You exhaled letting out a sigh of relief, forgetting the bliss that smoking gave you. He looked up with his lip curled at the end blowing smoke out his nose.

"It's been awhile" You looked over smiling softly.

He gave a slight nodded, scratching his upper lip with his thumb while holding the cig.

Your denim jacket wasn't doing you any favors in this unforgiving cold, you brought your arms closer to your body. You didn't think Chicago was going to be this cold into Fall and took note that you needed to buy a heavier one.

"How long can you stay?" He asked walking over and sitting down to the weathered wooden bench.

You take a seat beside him thinking about your response.

"Uhhh, great question." You licked your lips after another pull.

How do you break it to him that you lost your job 3 months ago.

You clicked your pen over and over, sitting in the office on a late weeknight. As you looked at the roster for the upcoming weeks you double checked the bookings to make sure enough staff was around for the busy season to come. With people taking their PTO, it was a challenge every year that always left you with a nightmare to figure out. The knock on the door broke your focus and you looked up to see Vince popping his head in.

"Hey Vince" You smiled leaning back on the office chair.

"Hey" He closed the door behind him gently and you noticed something off immediately.

"How's things going?" He asked with soft tone stuffing his hands into his back pockets.

"Just the usual, it's the time of the nightmare PTO" You chuckled lightly.

"What's up?" You glanced at the clock on the wall noticing this was an off time for him to check in, 10pm on a Tuesday night.

He took a deep breath but keeping his gaze on the ground. You felt your stomach turn from the sudden change in atmosphere.

"I-I don't know how to say this." He stuttered.

Now you were real concerned, you sat up watching him. He was only a shadow of his usual self. The bearded man who would put a smile on your face when just being around his presence. He would check in on everyone to make sure there was no issues. He helped you become who you are today with everything he thought you when it came to managing a bustling restaurant.

"Marie, she's been diagnosed with ....cancer." His voice broke, you could tell he was holding back.

"What?" You said to yourself in disbelief. You saw her last week when she came in to check in. She looked fine, totally normal.

"But-" You stopped not wanting to say anything to upset him.

"Did you get a second opinion?" You asked after a moment, hearing about misdiagnoses can be a thing.

He nodded looking down at the ground. You could tell he was barely keeping it together. They've been together for decades and you knew this hit him to his core.

"It's stage 4" He whispered keeping his eyes on the floor.

You stared at him, not understanding the words coming out of his mouth. You've known them for years. You've grown as a manager here. You've been through the ups and downs, through the surreal covid time.

"I'm so sorry Vince-" You said sympathetically, getting up from the chair to try and comfort him.

He went on to tell you that they would have to shutdown the restaurant for the foreseeable future if not for good. They didn't have enough time nor money to keep the restaurant going and treat his wife for however long she had left. You started recommending things that might help them but it seemed that the decision was already made.

You watch him leave the office sorrowfully and in that instant felt completely lost. The roster that you were making, didn't matter. The new menus that were freshly printed on your desk didn't matter. You could hear Vince muffled voice from the kitchen. Most likely telling the rest of the staff the devastating news.

Two weeks later, you closed up the restaurant for the last time. After spending years there, you had no backup plan. It was completely unexpected.

The honking of a car down the street snapped you out of your trance.

"The thing is.." you paused flicking the ash off your cigarette.

"Vince shut up shop a couple of months ago" You blew smoke out of your mouth.

"What?" Carmy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

You nodded dropping the butt on the ground smooshing it with you boot.

"Marie got cancer, terminal" You stated remembering the last phone conversation you had with Vince.

He sounded weak on other end of the phone. You called to check in knowing they needed all the support right now. He told you that she was in a hospice, making her comfortable and waiting for the inevitable.

"Last time I spoke to him, he said she only had a month left at most" You scrunched up your lips, your feelings whelming up inside.

Carmy sat there. He didn't say anything. You didn't want to tell him after everything he's been through but when it came to Marie passing you didn't want to shock him.

"Shit" He whispered, his head dropped.

You brought your hand over and rubbed his back. You didn't want to deliver the bad news but keeping something like that from him wasn't right either.

You could feel tears pricking up in your eyes and wiped them away quickly. You had no right to cry right now. You wanted to be there for Carmy.

Both of you sat there in silence. You wondered what he was thinking and wanted to not make him feel worse than he probably already did.

"I remember when you first started." You smiled to yourself while the memory ran through your mind.

"You came in so focused on what Vince was telling you. You wouldn't talk to anyone. You get in, do your work, stay late and then go home." You chuckled lightly to yourself.

You remember watching him as he watch Vince guided him. He would hang onto every word Vince said, like his life depended on it. People would crack jokes here and there especially when it was a slow night but Carmy wouldn't even crack a smile. He wasn't there to fuck around.

"I remember that one dick that screamed at me in front of a 12 top after his food was delayed and Vince came out and gave him an earful, 'emeber that?" You reminisced

Carmy sat back up and nodded, half smiling.

"I just remember being in the walk in and you burst in crying." He commented glancing over at you.

"I didn't even notice you were there at first. I was just in shock from getting screamed at in front of everyone"

You remembered looking over and seeing him with a container of sauce, frozen in place and staring at you completely startled. He came over asking what happened and through the sobbing you explained. Carmy gave you some words of reassurance knowing the bastard that screamed at you was just a cruel prick. It was the first time you talked to each other and it was nice to know he wasn't a complete robot.

He remembered seeing you in such distress with your eyes red and swollen. After hearing about what happened, he wanted to go in front and tell the motherfucker to get out of the restaurant. But he knew Vince was handling it. He never spoke much to you, but knew that you were nothing but nice to him and that you didn't deserve to be treated that way. Nobody deserved that.

After that day, Carmy and you would share some words through the shift and then those words turn to conversations which eventually lead to both of you hanging out at work.

"Wanna go back in?" Carmy nodded towards the door.

You both return to normal temperatures where you dethaw from being outside way longer than you should have been.

You made your way back to the office still wearing your jackets feeling the stiffness in your hands from the cold. You leaned over to checked your phone for it to light up, 7:30pm.

"Today flew by" You stretched out feeling the effects of sitting at a desk majority of the day. The cold didn't help either.

"Oh, so you never answered my question" Carmy rubbed his hands together to get some friction heat going.

"Uh... " You thought for a moment and clicked into what he was on about.

After coming to the realization that you were going to be jobless, you sat with the idea of maybe staying that way for awhile. You haven't taken any time off for summer in years. You thought if you didn't do it now that you never have another chance.

Your phone screen light up beside you on the couch, with a number you didn't recognize. You paused the movie and picked it up and hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Hello?"

"Hey, uhh.. it's Carmy" A smile immediately popped up on your face hearing the familiar voice on the other end.

It was a pleasant surprise and totally unexpected for you to hear from him. He explained the situation he was in and that he would really appreciate if you could stay for awhile to help him in any way. You thought to yourself about how it would be nice to visit an old friend. He explained he wouldn't be able to pay you right now but if he would figure something out. Money wasn't the issue. You had a nice little nest egg to fall back on for the unanticipated free summer you were going to have.

He asked if Vince would mind, giving you sometime off to help, even if it was for a couple of days. You avoided the topic and said that you could work something out. You were thankful that he didn't challenge you and accepted the answer.

"Oh staying yeah... well my flight is booked for the end of next week".

You saw a flash of disappoint in his face before he looked down at his hands. You didn't want to look too much into his reaction, but seeing him that way ping something in your chest for a split second.

"But.. if paperwork isn't sorted by then, I can always reschedule my flight" You offered with a smile.

"Yea, yeah of course. I don't wanna take you away from anythin' that you have going back home..." He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Carmy, I'm literally unemployed right now." You said bluntly glaring at him before breaking into a snicker.

"Anyway let's just wait til' the middle of the week and then I'll decide if I need more time." You explained, breaking into a yawn.

"Heard." Carmy nodded.

"Anyway, it's getting pretty late so I think it's time to close up" He stuffed his hands in this pockets, turning towards the swinging doors.

You started putting away the paperwork you were looking at, leaving the desk in a somewhat tidy state for the morning. Carmy did a round on the kitchen to double check everything was off before making his way back to the office.

It felt like nothing had changed between you two. After years of both you doing your own thing, when it came down to you both chilling, everything was the same. He watched you tidy up and could imagine this being the norm, you working here permanently. He instantly knew that you would slide right into this place. How easy it was for you to read people and get on with them. He also didn't want to have any expectation on you though.

It would be crazy to think just after 2 weeks you would even consider moving to Chicago for a job that wouldn't be paying you for God knows how long. He felt at ease when you were around him. Saying goodbye to that when you leave was going to be hard on him. But he didn't have time to lay on his feelings. There was a million things that still needed to get done in the restaurant. The restaurant that felt like it was going to crumble to the ground any second. He would be the one to witness it. He would be the one with the burden on his shoulders. Not Mikey.

Carmy pulled the door to check it was locked and stuffed the keys in his pocket. You both looked at each other giving a small smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow... Chef" You added taking a step back.

"See ya, Boss" Carmy developed an amused look turning down towards to street.

You rolled your eyes playfully and started walking further down the side walk crossing your arms, trying to keep your jacket as close to you as possible.

Carmy walked home feeling better than usual. Normally, he was always thinking about the next day and want needed to be done. What could make the restaurant more money. But, he caught himself not doing that, instead he was thinking about the evening he just spent with you.

His mind drifted back to the memories of him and you back in New York. Memories that he hasn't thought about it a long time. As much as he hated asking for help, he was glad he reached out to you. He was grateful that you were able to come out.

When he arrived home, he took off his jacket, kicked off his shoes and fell back onto the couch. He flicked through the channels not really paying attention to what he was watching. He felt his eyelids get heavy and within minutes he was asleep. It must have been the first time since moving back from New York that he fell asleep with such ease.

Chapter 3

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[shortandslytherin]

Snowed In (Neville Longbottom x Genderneutral!Reader)

A quick little blurb for Christmas! I wanted to write something for me and all my Neville lovers out there. It's nothing special or long. Just a quick cute fluffy story.

Request: Yes/No

Summary: It's Christmas and the reader is snowed in with their boyfriend, Neville Longbottom. The couple spend the day inside cuddling and drinking hot chocolate.

Warnings: Christmas, mention of Neville's parents, established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader's looks are unspecified, and gender neutral pronouns

Y/N looked out the window and saw the snow coming down rapidly and immediately felt the chill in their bones. They were glad that the wind and snow couldn't reach them. They were also very thankful for the heating charm that was put over this small apartment that they shared with Neville. "Flower, is everything alright? You've been staring out the window for awhile now..." A voice suddenly asked... It was obvious who it belonged to. Y/N just shrugged. "I just feel bad I took so long getting ready this morning. I know you really wanted to go see your parents." Neville let out a little chuckle and sat down next to his partner; setting to cups of cocoa on the window sill. "Flower, don't worry. I'd much rather be snowed in here then at St. Mungoes. Sometimes, it's painful to be there and see my parents just look right through me."

Y/N looked at their boyfriend with concerned eyes and gave him a hug. "Nev, don't ever keep secrets like that from me... I want to be able to be there for you." He hugs back; squeezing a little tight onto them. He's happy to have someone so caring. He pulls away after a minute and seems shocked when Y/N wipes away few tears forming his eyes. He didn't even realize that the tears had formed in his eyes until they were wiped away. "Hey, Nev. Let's talk about something else... Maybe it'll take your mind off this." Y/N suggests as they pick up the cups of cocoa and hand one to Neville.

The brunette male smiles weakly and nods. "Sure, love." The couple clink cups and then start drinking their cocoa in silence. It was more comfortable than any words could be. They made their way to their couch and curled up together under a knitted throw blanket. Y/N's head rested on Neville's shoulder but they sat up just enough so that they could still drink their hot cocoa.

A few hours later, empty cups were left forgotten on the coffee table. Neville was staring at Y/N and was completely mesmerized by this wonderful person who he'd been in love with since his fifth year. He is sitting there with you in his arms and he couldn't be more comfortable. In fact, being next to Y/N actually takes his mind completely off his original plans for the day. They look at him with a little smile crossing their face. "So umm.... Neville... What're you thinking about right now? I'll tell you what I'm thinking about if what you're thinking about is half as interesting as it." They bargain and press a kiss to his cheek. Neville looks at them and he has the most affectionate smile on his face. He speaks softly. "I'm thinking about you... I'm thinking about how beautiful you look... And I'm thinking about how amazing it is to be around you... To have this experience with you... It's incredible... That's what I'm thinking about." Neville seems to be in another world right now. Y/N brushes their nose against his and look at him like he's something rare and precious. "I was clearly overthinking something... I thought you were still upset... But nevermind that... I love you...." They cuddle in closer to him and let out a relieved sigh. Neville smiles even bigger and it seems like he has become completely overwhelmed by the love he is feeling right now. He kisses their forehead softly. "I love you too."

[khonshus-stardust]

Different Ways

Pairing: Khonshu x Reader

Word Count: 2429

Summary: Once in awhile, Khonshu will allow his avatar to have a break. It's the four of you: Marc, Layla, Khonshu, and yourself in a town you love to visit. You are happily strolling along when you spot a necklace that was far out of your price range. So, keep going along when you notice the tall mummy bird god gone from sight. Where did he go?

Author Note: Don't worry folks! I haven't forgotten about our favorite dead god. I got caught up in requests on my other blog and have been trying to keep up with them.

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There was something about seeing the moon god causally chilling on the wall’s edge. One leg hung over the edge while the other rested underneath that one. His staff leaned against said brick wall, between his legs. The crescent end next to his skull.

After all that has occurred with Ammit and Egypt, you didn’t expect to see him like so. Khonshu looked relaxed compared to how you first saw him. So demanding and ready for battle, and grouchy. Very grouchy. You smiled minutely at this. He’s a very grouchy and jealous god. You didn’t know why but your heart fell for him.

Before you, Marc and Layla conversed about something. There was no mission to worry about currently. Instead, the three of you were taking a short vacation. One that everyone needed.

A deep breath of oxygen filled your lungs. The air up here was fresh with the pine trees. You’ve missed this place, only visiting a few times throughout your life. Leavenworth, no matter the time of year, was amazing to visit. Though the cooler weather wasn’t for everyone. You didn’t mind one bit. No jacket as your two friends were wrapped up with one of their own.

The shadow of something past near you, making your head tilt up. A hawk of sorts glided far above the ground, eyes searching for a snack. It’s wings flapped a few times as it circled in the air. That made you look over to Khonshu’s last position once more, but the god wasn’t there. You raised a brow at this in question and turned your head to search for him.

He appeared behind Marc, making him jump at the sudden appearance. Any person around him barely gave notice and stayed focused on their conversations. Said human whipped his head to glare at the god but immediately looked back at Layla. “Khonshu,” he spat out quietly with a harsh tone. You giggled at this and leaned back in your chair.

Layla peered over at you and smiled. “Shouldn’t he be used to that by now?” she teased her husband and pointed her thumb at him. You agreed with her, nodding your head at Layla, a sparkle in your eyes.

“Yeah, I have been around him the least and quickly got over it,” you jestered alongside Layla. She took at sip from her bubbly drink, no ice. That was true. Though, you were easy to scare. The spooks the god gave you were quickly thwarted after the third for forth time he suddenly appeared in your apartment.

Marc turned his glare to the two of you, causing said duo to snicker at his expression. “I’m easily frightened by him,” he tries to excuse himself. It doesn’t work as much as he thinks it does.

Instead, the two of you looked at one another again and laughed, both leaning towards the other. Marc huffed and harshly fell back against the back of his seat. You two just laughed all over again. “You’re playing yourself, Worm,” Khonshu snarked from behind said avatar. You shook your head at the name calling but couldn’t hide the minute smile.

Khonshu disappeared then reappeared neck to you, casting a shadow over you. “I saw that, Stardust,” he was quick to point out. A hint of red blushed over your cheeks at this. You grasped at your drink and sipped away at it.

“I have no idea what you mean,” you stated and peeked out to look over at the masses moving about on the street. No clue. Completely innocent here. Khonshu hummed deeply at your words and rested a large hand on your shoulder. Your entire body tensed up at this. What is he doing?

“Hmm, I thought I saw you smile. Isn’t that something you mortals do? When I called the worm here ‘Worm’,” he continued to try and get you to admit. Something you didn’t want to do. You disliked when Khonshu called Marc ‘Worm’. It’s disrespectful. After everything that has occurred. How could Khonshu name call him things that like? Yet, he calls you ‘Stardust’. You didn’t mind that one. You did have a passion for the stars.

You shook your head once more, denying the accusation. Everything besides the god was intriguing. You saw the playful smirk on Layla’s face and gave her a knowing look. One she laughed at. Being at the other end of the teasing wasn’t fun. Your arms crossed with a pout, lip jutting out. Your cup still hiding a portion of your face.

The god hummed, the stood up. Though, his face doesn’t have the ability to move, you sensed a smirk before he straight up disappeared. Uh oh. That made you fear on where he had gone. He has something up his sleeves. Sometimes, you swear he should be the god of tricks. “Well that’s not good,” Layla stated and set down her bubbly drink. You shot her a ‘no shit’ look.

“He has something planned and I don’t like it,” you sighed and scanned the surroundings. Not a sign of the mummy god anywhere. “I swear, if he messes with my apartment, I will find a way to kill him.” That’s your place, your little place carved out in this world. You hated when people messed with your things.

Layla laughed ad rested fully on the backrest of her chair. “I believe he won’t dare do that,” she said with honesty. You hoped she was right. Or else.

Later on, after lunch had been consumed, the three of you paid and left for the streets. Though, it wasn’t the winter months, where everyone from all the states migrated to see the lights, Leavenworth was still busy. People bustled about, making you nervous and sticking close to Marc and Layla. People weren’t your thing. Let alone a bunch of them. Yet, this place calls to you and makes you take the trip up here.

Something in a shop’s window caught your attention, you broke away from the trio and made your way into the building. It smelled like old pine wood, one of the best smells. You smiled at that and slipped between people towards the window.

A silver necklace with a gold crescent moon and stars hung from a holder. Call yourself cliché with your whole situation and feelings for a specific god, but it was maginfic. You checked the price tag and cringed. Of course. You pouted, gave it one last look, then moved away to graze through the small shop.

Nothing else called to you. That frustrated you. There was a buzz from your phone. You slipped the device into your hand and noticed a text from Marc. ‘Where are you?’ Shit, right. Whoops. A quick response to explain what happened and where to meet was sent to him. You got a thumbs up in return. You deadpanned at the message before leaving the store.

As you stepped back onto the wide sidewalk, you peered back into the window. The necklace was gone! The others around it swaying. With the amount of people around, you held onto a sadden noise and slugged your shoulders. Welp, that was that. You lost your opportunity.

Though, you didn’t grow up a densely populated area, you knew how to snake your way through the sea of people. It wasn’t long before you saw the familiar faces of Marc and Layla. You quickened your pace then stopped before them. “Sorry, got distracted,” you apologized.

“Find anything interesting? “ Marc questioned as the three of you started on your path again.

“Yeah, but it was too much. When I left the store, it was already gone,” you said and scanned the upcoming buildings for anything of interest. There was one store that caught your attention. That have the best ice cream you have ever tasted.

Marc made an ‘aww’ noise and placed a consoling hand on your shoulder. “There’s always next time.” That, he was correct for. But that didn’t less that face you lost this opportunity.  You purposely knocked your shoulder into his.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You smiled at him then felt a certain presence behind you. If you haven’t been around him so many times, you would’ve spooked. Instead, you spun on your heel to face the towering god. You continued to walk backwards and act like you were enjoying the sights. Then, you turned back around and strolled behind the two. “What are you up to, Khon?” you questioned, acting like you were talking to your friends.

Said duo turned their head back to find Khonshu keeping an easy pace with us. You could feel how close he was to you, almost pressed to your back. Yet, the god didn’t say a word.

At every step, you saw the end of his staff in the corner of your eyes. He was almost hovering over you, like a guard dog. That thought made you giggle with a minute smile. Hilarious. You tilted your head up to find the god’s skull within your vision. “What are you doing?” you quietly asked again with a raised brow.

Still nothing. If that’s the case, you continued your pathing with a shrug of your shoulders. You stepped closer to Marc and Layla and rested your elbows on their shoulders. “There’s a few things that we can do tomorrow, if you guys wanna?” you offered.

Leavenworth had a lot to offer. From not only the sights but to adventures. There was horse back riding, rafting, ziplining, etc. You had already done most of the things possible here, after visiting so many times.

This caught Layla’s attention. She perked up and gazed at you. “I would love to! What is there to do besides browse the shops?” You stated the easier adventures possible without needing to book far in advanced. This was sort of an impromptu vacation.  

“Horseback riding sounds great,” she said and nudged her shoulder into Marc’s. The man nodded his head in agreement, gaze casting behind you for a second. You pulled away from them to return a pace or two behind them.

As you opened your mouth to respond, someone knocked into you kind of roughly. By the looks of it, she was a someone lived here. Her glare set hard on you. You rubbed at your shoulder and tried to apologize out of curditisy. Instead, the woman beat you to the punch, face pulled into a disgust. “Watch where you’re going, tourist,” she spat out then promptly strutted away.

A sudden gush of snowy wind knocked her right on her ass. The sight caused you to burst out laughing before quieting when her head snapped to you. Uh oh.

She angrily got to her feet, stomping them as she made her way back to you. Before she could get within ten feet though, she froze, almost falling over as she did. You were confused as her eyes peered above you.

Then, a golden staff slammed next to you, making the ground shake. A cool hand held onto your shoulder as the god leaned over you. You tensed at the touch, feeling the way his power wrapped around you like a blanket. The woman was smart to turn on her heel and make a quick escape away. Everyone around glancing at her strange actions.

Marc and Layla came up to after the whole ordeal. The former leaned close to you but secretly peered up at the towering god. “Khonshu, you can’t fucking do that!” he quietly growled and grabbed your hand. Before he could do anything though, Khonshu tugged you back away from Marc.

But, Khonshu didn’t say anything. Unusual for cocky, sometimes rude, god. Marc scoffed and backed off, hands up in surrender. When the two of you didn’t move – you too still shocked about what happened – he walked away. Layla gave you a knowing look and rushed after Marc, trying to talk him down.

Khonshu hummed, grasp squeezing your shoulder. “I swear, if anyone lays another hand on you, I will cut over their arm,” he growled. With the public around you and no known people, you held in your laugh. A smile grew on your face. Sometimes, he says the weird of things. Or he does the weird of things. Like less than five minutes ago.

You patted at his hand on your shoulder then tried to walk after Marc and Layla. Yet, the grasp he had on you prevented that.

Something cold and thin kissed your skin. You tried to peek down but a hand grasp at your chin. “Khon? What are you doing?” you whispered softly, nervous on what he had planned. You still don’t know what he did early.

“Stay still, Stardust,” he said lowly and removed his hand. Khonshu continued to mess with whatever he was doing. In the meantime – not to look like a fool, you gazed out at the mountains as if you were sightseeing. Well, to be honest, you were. The mountains were your home. Of course, you would love to look at them all day.

“What are you doing?” you whispered and fidgeted in your spot. His hands ghosted over your skin, making you shiver. You felt him step even closer as if to stop you from moving more.

Khonshu’s hands still, hesitating in pulling away. Then, the god stepped around you and knelt down in front of your form. This time, you discarded the fact you needed to act sane. Your gaze was set on him, head tilted to the side. His head tilted down, hands pulling a cold chain around your neck.

The god paused, hands still on your skin before he stood back up to his full height. You immediately looked down at what he had down. A gasp escaped your mouth.

It’s the necklace! You squealed, hands shaking at your sides. It was all you could do to stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him. A few tourists gave you weird looks, but you didn’t care at all. “Thank you!” But a thought came it mind, a brow falling as you peered up at him. “How did you know?”

A large hand rested on your shoulder, Khonshu nudging you towards the direction of Marc and Layla. “There’s a saying you mortals have. ‘A magician never reveals his secrets.’” You set a deadpanned expression on him then rolled your eyes. You willingly went where he directed, people parting a way for you. A smile bright on your face.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

(I may send in a few more requests for Dino squad as well-)

what about in the Dino squad a reader who is a Compsognathus (one of if not the smallest dinosaurs) who has hidden from everyone that they are anything less then human, and don’t know about the other Dino kids either? I’m thinking they were at the beach that day as well but at a different time then the others

Ahaha, yes! Let's see what I can whip up for ya:

You aren't sure what your life had come to.

You'd been with your biology class on a fieldtrip, down by the beach, and somehow, someway, it turned into something a lot more than just a quick trip to the shore.

Because by the time you'd gotten home, you discovered you could turn into something new. Something impossible to be.

A dinosaur.

A small one, a Compsognathus, but a dinosaur nonetheless.

It was... insane.

Scary.

It started to become worse when other dinosaurs started popping up.

And they were a LOT bigger than you.

So, with all the reasoning you had, you kept hidden. No need to reveal yourself and possibly get eaten, right? Nope, not you.

The situation died back a bit, things going back to a weird, settled normal... Yet somehow that didn't last, either...

They saw you.

There were a few of them, fighting mutated plant thingies, and you'd been helping on the sidelines, guiding animals to safety, when you crossed paths with the carnosaur. It locked eyes with you for a moment, then something burst inside your mind:

There's another one?!

That caught the attention of the other dinosaurs, who came thundering over, all tall and imposing. You took the opportunity to dart between their feet, aiming to escape into the streets.

Woah, woah, WAIT!

We're like you!

You ignored whatever the h*ck was grating at your thoughts, letting your feet carry you swiftly to safety. The rest of the night, you slept in a curled-up ball, hidden amongst your blankets, trying to keep your fears at bay...

After that incident, the dinosaurs always seemed to be looking for you.

Well...

Dino you.

And your classmates seemed a little rattled in class. The class was full of odd, strange kids, but these five tended to stick together no matter what. But something seemed to have excited them, because now they were talking with others in class, asking questions, listening to the biology teacher, who only sighed at their antics and told them to be careful.

They ended up talking with you.

You had Lance, a team leader of sorts, into sports, and always wearing shades of brown and black and red. A cool guy, but a little intense.

You had Fred, large and adept with plants, who enjoyed working at animal shelters and helping strays, in overalls and camo. Sweet, and didn't tolerate bullying at all.

You had Wanda, stoic, unstoppable, and dressed in red. She put any person to shame in the intimidating apartment. A twin, but the older, more scary, of the two. She tended to study medicinal plants and animals.

You had Pietro, fast, loud, talkative Pietro. Never seen without pale blues or greens, with a white shirt or blouse, he was someone who was quite popular with the school. He was also a bit of a diva. Wanda's twin, the ... less scary... one. He knew how to talk with people, how to make them feel welcome.

And there was Todd, or Toad, as people called him. Short, long legs, shaggy hair, and always wearing green. The guy loved amphibians, wore bracelets, and seemed pretty chill. Not too bad to round the whole group out.

You weren't sure how you caught the attention of all five of them. To be fair, you don't think they knew either.

Asking how long you'd been in the class, what animals and/or plants you enjoyed, what you thought might help the environment... Basic questions. Until they weren't.

"So, you remember that field trip awhile back, right? Went down to the beach, note the environment, clean up anything hazardous... Teach says you also happened to be there. Which group were you assigned?"

"I was... assigned to your group, actually. I just, hung back a bit. Stuck closer to the shoreline."

That seems to cause a ripple effect amongst them, some unspoken agreement.

"So... did Teach tell you anything about how to earn extra credit?"

"No...?"

"It's quite simple: You join up with one of the class groups, and we do a presentation on one of the prehistoric creatures who they've mentioned. We already have one in mind, if you're game."

"Sure! Sounds good."

"Okay. How does a ... Compsognathus, sound?"

And suddenly you believe your secret isn't so secret anymore.

[glitchtricks94]

Little Star

Gyutaro x Human!Reader

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! It's been awhile since I looked at this editor and not wanted to tear my hair out! I needed a break from a massive fic I'm working on, and a headcannon I have for Gyutaro is that he loves star gazing. One of the few joys in his life, really. So, combining that with a nickname is how this came to be. I ain't countin' words in this one, it's short as fuck by my standards. Enjoy the softer side of my favorite upper moon. So, kick back, relax and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks Edit: part 1 because Tumblr's being a meanie beanie. -_- Link to Part Two at the end!

The stars above filled your eyes, peace settling into the air as you waited for him. The night's cold chill nipped at your shoulders, you tugging your latest gifted haori closer, the black and yellow fabric patterned like clouds in a sky standing out against the sea of navy and gray that clung to the night and buildings around you, the lights of the entertainment district having dimmed or flickered out entirely.

You heard a creak on the old rooftop you sat upon, your gaze being ripped from the little sparkles that filled the sea that was the night sky, expression softening seeing your beloved climb his way up to your perch. "Hey, you." You crooned affectionately, Gyutaro's amber lit eyes landing on your form, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "If it isn't my favorite disgrace." Gyutaro crooned, raspy voice soothing your nerves as he approached, balancing on the tiles that coated the building with practiced expertise to take his rightful place beside you. The upper moon took in your warm expression, how your eyes were always filled with adoration for him whenever your paths seemed to cross. "How am I a disgrace this time, Gyutaro?" You asked, cocking a brow at the demon with a wide grin on your face, your companion taking his place at your side with a throaty laugh. "You let me near you and wear the things I dredge up, you're practically a disgrace of the highest kind just by associating with me." You hummed at his response, leaning against Gyutaro's bicep. "Well, it's not my fault that you always give me such pretty things." You responded, enjoying how Gyutaro looked at you with a confused frown. He could never quite process that you actually enjoyed his company or the things he finds for you, always feeling like he's contaminated them somehow. "And, like I've said before, if being a disgrace means you'll be near, then I don't mind at all." The upper moon rolled his eyes with a scoff, but still slipped his arm around your smaller frame, tugging you closer to him. "You're a weird human." "I'm aware, I'm aware, but you don't mind that, do you?" You asked, looking up at Gyutaro with a cheeky grin, one that made him sigh and hand over a smile. You loved whenever he would relent to you like that, just accepting what he found odd about you in stride. "Can't say I do, little star." He replied, voice laced with fondness. Both of you turned your gazes to the sky again, Gyutaro soon shifting to move you to sit in his lap, your head resting against his broad chest, his ribs digging slightly into your back. A comfort to you. You let out a content hum, Gyutaro settling his arms around your much smaller frame. Time passed, hours being rolled by with hushed whispers of the constellations leaving the two of you, Gyutaro giving you backhanded compliments on your knowledge. You didn't mind that any kind words he gave you were laced with his special brand of venom, it was who he was and you'd be damned if you said you didn't find that at least a little endearing. "Hey, I found Orion." You hummed, Gyutaro grunting and following your gaze. "The myth behind him was interesting. The Greek goddess of the hunt shot him because he was mistaken for prey in some iterations, and if I remember correctly, shot him for being a peeping tom in one." Gyutaro cracked up hearing the second half of your sentence. "How pathetic! Couldn't think with his head, huh?" "Apparently not considering he peeped on a woman who's literally the goddess of hunting, so she's bound to have a sharp shot, and oh, just maybe a bow and arrow on hand." "Those stories you got on the sky get more and more amusing, little star." "Well, I did try and learn a bit more. I mean, I live in the entertainment district, I have to be entertaining, it's my job." "Don't need to much for that given most of the filth that prowls through."

"Those are for the people that pay for it. Not many decent ones come around these days." You spoke, an exasperated laugh leaving you. Gyutaro merely held you tighter to his chest in response. He didn't like that you ended up here, being a courtesan and essentially having to sell yourself, yet there was always that selfish part of him that never wanted you to leave, never wanted to let you slip away. You were so sweet, like candy for his mind, and so very addicting too. You made him forget how miserable he was, grounding him in the now where it was just you, him and the sea of stars glittering above you. "At least I never get the really bad ones twice." Gyutaro couldn't suppress the sadistic smile on his face. He forced it back after a moment, a comfortable silence entrapping the both of you. "Gyutaro?" You called, the upper moon grunting in acknowledgement. "Why do you always call me little star?" He fell silent, looking off into the distance, expression hardening. "I'll...need to explain a few things. You willing to hear all that? You got the time for that shit?"

Little Star Part Two

[igncrxntripley]

I love your stories so much!!! I was thinking of a idea of malaki black and woman who complete opposites but he sees something in her?

goody two shoes

a/n: MY FIRST AEW IMAGINE YESSSS!!! i'm not sure if this is what you were looking for but i just took an idea and ran with it so i hope you like it! methinks there's going to be a part 2 for this as well...

mentions: SFW, fem!reader, goody two shoes!reader, slight stalker-ish vibes from malakai

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nothing about you screamed 'spooky'; you were one of the more juvial members of the roster, and everyone in AEW saw you as, for lack of a better term, a real goody two shoes.

for that exact reason, you tended to stay away from people like the members of the house of black. the only real interactions you had with them was matches with julia, and every time you were in their presence they really gave you chills that ran down your spine.

let's be real; four people, three of them very large men, who wore all black and had the spookiest scariest of personas? yeah, wasn't always your cup of tea.

but you began to notice malakai being...around. more often than he normally would be when everyone was backstage. the house members tended to keep to themselves, but noticing malakai on his own and coincidentally in your presence was beginning to feel a little off putting.

you did your best to ignore him though, you went about your regular business, interacting with friends and crew backstage that you always had, and trying not to pay any mind to the man who'd started to make his presence known around you.

the most recent AEW taping, however, is when things changed a bit. you didn't have any matches planned that night and mostly kept to yourself so you could take it easy and enjoy the show. malaki had progressed from just hanging around in the background, to finally approaching you when you went to your locker room.

you barely even heard him sneak in behind you. the closing of the door was what shook you, and you found yourself staring into the eyes of one of the most ruthless, soulless members of the AEW roster.

"i don't know what you think you're doing but you better-"

your words were cut off by a singular finger that malakai had raised to his lips, his way of effectively silencing you. you couldn't explain it, but the once unsettled feeling this man's presence used to create now had you somewhat spellbound. every move he made, had your full attention.

he'll finally speak up, his breath hot on your face and his voice a quiet (and slightly terrifying tone), "i just want you to listen to me, little bird."

you'd never admit it, but malaki calling you that made your stomach twist and turn in the best way possible. with a gentle nod, you let him continue and your eyes focus on his and their two different colored irises.

"i've been watching you for awhile now, and i can't keep myself away from you. someone too pure, too sweet for this industry...yet i can't stop myself from watching your every move."

a finger drifts from your cheekbone down to your jaw and your breath catches in your throat. the fact that malakai wanted anything to do with you...that he was watching you...it made you so uneasy but had you infatuated all at the same time.

malakai's next statement catches you even more off guard; "the house has a spot with your name on it, little dove. let us take you in. show you your true potential."

he can sense your hesitation, your silence enough of an answer for him to understand you weren't sure what to say. malakai leaning in closer gives you goosebumps, but you don't make any effort to back away from him. "i'm going to keep coming back to you for an answer, doll. so i'll give you time to think, but don't think i'll forget about you."

with that, malakai gave you one more knowing look and walked away from you. but his face never once left your thoughts, as well as his proposition, and you had started to think about the possibility of accepting his offer.

[turtlesoupqueen]

Bare Feet

He chased me out into the yard with hands growing ever closer to my back until they found their home around my waist. And, he held me with his stomach to my back, as he lifted me into the air. My blond hair tangling with his chestnut strands until they blended, creating a color of their own. I tried to wiggle out, but his grasp was not one to be penetrated. He laughed into my neck and I could feel the static run across my skin. As he placed my bare feet back onto the cool grass he spun me around. I felt his hands on my face, his calloused finger tips gently stroked my chin as he fell in love with my eyes all over again. I smiled in his hands as I felt a drop of rain touch my cheek. He wiped it away slowly and kept staring at me. I broke the trance to stare up into the sky as more drops started to fall, dampening my hair and the grass beneath my feet. As I started to work my way away from him he pulled me closer.

"Trav, we'll be soaked" I whined.

"I don't care" he said as he tightly held me by my waist. He started to initiate a slow side to side movement, taking my body with him. I just put my face into his shoulder and playfully bit him, taking his shirt into my mouth and pulling it. But it was no use. He wouldn't loosen his grip on me.

"I just want to enjoy this moment with you" he whispered into my ear as the drops continued to fall intermittently. He unlocked his fingers and slide one of his hands to my back, caressing it as he held me close.

"So what song is playing right now" I asked, curious as to what he was hearing in his head.

"Van Morrison...Into the Mystic" he said as he motioned for my eyes. Whenever he was in one of his moods he always looked for my eyes.

"What song do you hear" he whispered, his eyes still locked in with mine. I blinked away and tried to think of something that would perfectly describe me in his arms with our feet sliding across the blades of grass. Then I decided for a more cheekier response.

"Tale as old as time" I replied with my eyes still running from his deep blue gaze.

His face broke into a smile, laughter escaping his blushed lips. I finally pulled away from him since he'd let his guard down. I twirled around, letting my sheer pink jumper rise and catch the drops. My hair turning into curly bits of string as it absorbed more of the rain. He reached out for me and I playfully swatted him away. I flashed him a fiendish smile.

"You're teasing me" he accused as he approached me.

"Maybe...just a little" I confessed and reached out for his hands. I took them and wrapped them around my body. The rain started to intensify. The drops were larger and were starting to make it hard to see very far from my face, but Trav's eyes blazed through the lack of visibility. It was as if he could see right through anything, and right into me.

"You look beautiful like this" he said, inching closer to me. I could feel his breathing deepen.

"I look a mess" I replied still captivated by his eyes and his words.

"No, you look beautiful. I don't deserve you, I don't deserve this" he said with his lips trembling. I couldn't figure out if he were reacting to his clothes being drenched or the moment. 

"But you know, I'll love you forever" he said with his forehead pressed to mind. The rain falling into us, our clothes absorbing it and releasing the extra to fall to our feet.

I moved his head up, my hand in his hair, my eyes still on his. I could tell his face was wet with more than just rain. I put my hand on his chest and just let it be for awhile. I started to think of how we met, how we gave this a chance, and how we got to where we were right now. It was a lot to take in.

He parted his lips and I rushed mine to them. The taste of his warm mouth combined with the cool rain sent the chills running back through my body. I quivered beneath his head as he leaned into me. He pushed hard against my lips, his tongue welcoming itself into my mouth with ease. I started to push into him with my hips and his hands slid further down my back.

He kept leaning into me and I felt like we might collide into the grass, and burst like a giant drop of rain falling from the sky. Instead he broke away from me slowly. His breaths short and intense. He looked at the grass and then back at me. I gave him a mischievous look and knelt down as he followed suit. We both laid down on the grass, continuing to kiss. He rolled me on top him and I smiled into his mouth.

"So I'm your umbrella now, Am I" I teased him. He just pulled my mouth back onto his and kissed me deep. His lips were smooth and thinned out slightly when he kissed me. Though we were both soaked his body felt warm. He was emitting so much heat that I could feel my temperature start to rise. He rolled me onto my back and placed his hands on the sides of me to hold himself up. We both laughed as we started to kiss again.

"Now whose the umbrella" he spoke right into my lips.

Mid kiss we saw the streak of lighting hit as the thunder rolled and we both jumped unexpectedly.

He hopped up and pulled me up beside him. We started running for the back door of the house hand in hand.

Note: More to come…

[themoonsbride]

hi hi, just a cute idea if you want to write it love 🥰 reader has nightmares and she can't fall asleep so peter hugs and kisses her, stroking her hair gently and tells her that there's nothing to be afraid of and that he's with her<3

hello love!!! thank you so so much for the request! this is so adorable, and I had a lot of fun writing it for you ! I hope you enjoy it :) <3

You're Safe With Me .

pairing; Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

summary; (in the request!) Reader has been having nightmares lately, and has been on edge during the working hours of her life, Peter has noticed this and ends up figuring out the issues and makes the reader spend the night with him. <3

warnings; Nightmares, loss of sleep, crying, Aftermath of nightmares, rest is all fluff <3 (please lmk if I missed anything!)

a/n; this is my first new request in awhile and I'm so happy about it!!! also, I've decided that I'll also be taking requests for Anthony from Sweeney Todd !! (another characterJamie plays for those who may not know) :) <3

--×♥︎×--

It was a quiet night through out Hawkins National Labrotoris. The lights had gone out, and everyone was sleeping, peacefully wouldn't be the correct word choice per say because nothing inside of the dreadful building was ever peacefully that any stable mind would say.

But it was at least quiet, there was that much, sure it was usually always quiet, but during the night feeling of it being so quiet was different, some would've said relieving, others would have said extremely skin crawling chilling.

Though, the gaurds and the nurses and the children had all been finally sleeping at the exhausted muscles in their bodies slowly went through the process of fully relaxing, just for them to be overworked again within the next few hours, yours were tense.

You were sleeping, yes, but, it was quiet the opposite from relaxing you, infact it seemed as though it were killing you in a way. Your limps twitched, and your head turned from side to side harshly.

And suddenly your breath decides to join in part of the sensory madness and turn itself into fast pants, and your body coated itself in a cold, thick sweat.

Thats when your brain suddenly turned off its movie of horror that made your heart nervous and your nerves a mental breakdown, your eyes snapped open like a light switch being flickered on.

You sat up quickly, blinking profusely, looking at your surroundings.

You were in your room, and it was nearly 3:25 a.m., you still had about 3 more hours of sleep left.

You took some time to get your nerves back into shape and running again, but you laid, staring at your ceiling, you went to rub your tired eyes and when doing so, they felt damp.

You sighed to yourself and began to wonder how you'd even ended up in here in the first place.

--×♥︎×--

You don't remember what time it was when you fell asleep, but your alarm did its job as it had done everyday for the last year and 5 months now.

You forced your legs to keep you on the cold tiled floor you were standing on, your vision going from a blur to black within seconds from standing too quickly.

This wasn't the first time working in this sort of hell house had given you dreadful images that played in your mind through the night.

They'd been happening to you for about 2 weeks now and it wasnt the first time you had struggled with these types of dreams either.

but they felt more torturous than the shocking collar did. Thankfully you've never came into contact with that God forsaken thing. But you knew someone who has.

His name was Peter, Peter Ballard, and he's the sweetest man you'd ever met inside of this prison, He always smiled even if you could sense he truly didn't want to at times.

And he was always caring of you, others? not so much. He didn't seem to notice any of the other workers or nurses or even most of the children, but you seemed to have caught his eye.

And it made you curious and wonder what it could've possibly been about you that made him attract to you as if you were a magnet.

--×♥︎×--

It was finally your break, your legs quickly exited you from the rainbow room, sure it was the only room with color but sometimes it was nauseating to look at.

You tried not to ponder much about it as you pushed through the double doors of the breakroom and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

The coffee was poor quality and looked mucky inside of the mugs they were meant for. It didn't even fully look like it was coffee inside of a mug, someone who lived beyond the walls of Hawkins Labrotory would've identified it as a mug full of swamp water.

Your eyes felt heavy along with your head, but you did your best to fight off your powerful tiredness and exhaustion. If Brenner had suspected anything of the sorts, you'd never be hearing the end of it.

You had even realized your eyes were resting until the sound of the double doors creaked opened again.

It was that angelic blond man who you dearly adored. His hair was curled perfectly as it were everyday, and his eyes seemed dull, though they still shined through the poor lights in bedded into the ceiling. He also seemed more awake than you were the last week.

"Didn't rest much last night?" He asked, his voice was as soft as a pillow as always. Though it took you a few seconds for your brain to actually register what he said.

"hm? oh, no I slept fine." Your voice croaked, it sounded like you just woke up and your cheeks started to flush pink from embarressment.

"Does that explain those black circles underneath your eyes?" He said, a smirk etched onto his face, you rolled your eyes at him smiling back a tiny bit.

"Whatever Blondie." He hated that name.

"Stop calling me that!" He laughed a little. You sat up a bit more and placed your hand over your heart, pretending to be hurt.

"My word, I thought you found the name to be music to your ears." Sarcasm was booming in your words.

"Your voice in general is."

You thought you'd heard him say something but, he was whispering and your mind felt hazy from how tired you were.

"Hmm?" you hummed to him, but it wouldn't have mattered if he answered you, your mind wouldn't take the time to process it anyway.

You loved being able to joke with him in such a way, it seemed as though you could be sarcastic with him and not get scolded for doing so, infact he found it to be funny.

It only took a few weeks for you and Peter to get along, and before you knew it the both of you were best friends, as a small child would call it. And you seemed to enjoy calling it that too, but it felt somewhat silly to you whenever you did.

He never seemed to have minded though, and it made you not feel as stupid for it.

It also didn't take long for the two of you to realize the love you held for eachother. And you would've never assumed that he would've became your secret boyfriend a day in your life either.

--×♥︎×--

Your shift had recently ended, and you were feeling quite anxious and your mind thought of how horrible this night were going to be.

How you didn't want to have to suffer through another night of vivid nightmares that would leave you shaking for 15 minutes straight.

As you lay on your mattress, staring at your ceiling, each time you'd attempt to close your eyes, they'd only re-open themselves.

Like your own body was refusing itself from falling asleep.

This cycle continued for what felt like hours, but in reality had only been 10 minutes. And at this rate you'd given up on the idea of sleep.

But you knew you had to get some type of sleep if you wanted to be able to wake up on time for work in the morning, so you kicked off your covers and sighed to yourself.

You sighed as you stood at your bed, closing your eyes, and then tears began to fall. You just wanted it to stop, for the nightmares to end, for you to be able to sleep without your entire body having a nervous breakdown.

You looked up at the ceiling and took a breath, quietly exiting your bedroom to go see your true love as guilty as you felt about the idea of awakening him.

Your knuckles quietly tapped against the metal door. Your sniffles surely couldve been heard from the next hall, and through the door.

Your body tensed when you heard the sound of footsteps.

Suddenly the door opened and Peter quickly pulled you inside for you to have not gotten caught, he took a few moments to examine your face before pulling you into his warm embrace.

"What happened baby?" He whispered into your hair, his voice was deep and filled with haziness.

"nothing I just uhm. I haven't been able to sleep and I w-wanted to know if it was okay if.. If I slept here? with you..?" Your voice was trembling and muffled from your face nuzzled into his chest.

His hand start rubbing your back as he comforted you, and you felt your shoulders start to loosen as you melted from his touch.

"Of course.." He mumbled before gently pulling away from you and grabbing your hands, taking you to his bed with him, You'd never seen him in anything but his working clothes, so seeing him wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts was some what of a big deal to you.

He looked really good though, but you cleared your thoughts and focused back on sleeping as he pulled your body towards his under the covers, his sheets smelled like him and his comforter was warm like him. You felt so safe around him that it felt like not even Brenner could harm you.

He continued to sooth your body and kiss your forehead, "Why weren't you able to sleep?" He asked lowly

"..I've been having nightmares." You replied, you felt so embarrassed to have to admit that to your boyfriend as an adult.

"I guess that's why I haven't slept much, they've been.. scaring me too much." You didn't really process that you were telling him this because you just wanted to sleep.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I promise.. Not for as long as im with you dear." He murmurs to you as all your muscles finally relax and loosen from the overwhelmingly relief of you finally drifting into sleep.