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bywons · 9 months ago

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✶ A LITTLE HELP — SJY

╰—— 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄

( ✶🪽𝓢. ) 𝗌𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 g. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 ? 1217 𝒘𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 contains ! 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 (?), 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 ✦ ◞ 𝒞 ATALOGUE?!

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“i mean your abs are pretty impressive, pretty convenient for a washing board though.”

an offended, loud gasp from just beside you, makes you giggle. the cardboard boxes rustle against each other, a few of them being opened up to take out your newly ordered white vases, which your helpful neighbour skillfully places among the wooden shelves.

meanwhile, you wipe off the dust and rearrange the little trinkets on the white showcase, occasionally admiring your handsome neighbours’ work.

“when did you see my abs though, are you lying to me, ms y/n?”, jake scoffs, putting the last vase on the shelf.

you giggle, finishing off your work on the showcase, “i think you're forgetting that our apartment complex has a gym, mr jake,” you walk towards him, an unexpected rise in your heartbeat, “last week.”

“was i on the bench press?”, jake smirks, before catching his lower lip between his teeth and flicking it outside. you don't know what he's trying to do with all that, but he is sure to make your heart beat faster.

“treadmill”, you correct him.

the proximity between you and your striking neighbour increases by the windowsill, where both mild sun rays and inquisitive pairs of eyes can peek in, but it's something that doesn't bother you. after all, sim jake is only here to help you, just a helping hand for you when you've decided to clean and rearrange your apartment.

you don't know how the helping part is kept aside for now, confused at how jake is staring into your eyes, a hesitant but longing step closer to you. he should've been helping you with the bookshelf now, stacking in the new books to the according racks.

but right now he is busy igniting new feelings to your heart.

jake is too close for your own good, left hand threatening to close in around your waist and pull you into such a proximity he has only imagined. he could smear that pink lip gloss of yours now, his hand on you and his mind all dizzy, it would be a perfect weekend for him.

and as he's about to accomplish that, when you swiftly glide out of his imaginary hold on you and pick up the new books to be kept in place, breaking your poor neighbours’ heart.

“that's too much work for a pretty girl like you,” jake was fast, you have to give it to him, well not only in pace but also incredibly fast to make you squeal inside, “i'll take them from ‘ya.”

“you know i can do that myself”, you scoff, leaning against the bookshelf as he snatches the basket full of new books, arranging them.

“yes ma'am”, jake sings, pulling out another giggle from you while he pushes the new books between the old ones, “but i'd rather do it myself you know? wouldn't want your arms all tired.”

you had enough time, strength and leisure to stroll around your apartment and bedeck it, a change of scenario and colours for your eyes, a break from the dust collecting shelves eyeing you from their constant spot. you definitely didn't need another flirty neighbours’ help who could easily pull you into a scandal.

five months ago when you first moved in here, you didn't expect a cheeky, lovestruck neighbour, jake, to knock on your doors every weekend. and even if you're not willing to talk, his flirting skills would find his way to your smile anyway.

so jake became a regular face to witness, a regular voice to hear and a regular touch that you wished would linger for one more second.

“nosy neighbours”, jake reads out the title of the last book on his hand, “ouch, am i a nosy neighbour?”, a dramatic hand over his heart and a fake pout made you giggle harder.

“shut up jake”, you roll your eyes, hitting his arm.

“actually i'd like to borrow this book from ya”,

“you read books too?”, you tilt your head in confusion, an eyebrow raised at his request.

“are you surprised?”, jake giggles, taking a step closer to you as he secures the book in his hand.

“of course i am”, you let out a hearty laugh, hands flying up to your face to cover your flushed cheeks, “i thought all you do is flirt with women and lure them into your apartment”, you tease.

“that's not very nice, ms y/n,” and he goes back to his unnecessary honorific and a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips, making you swoon, “i’m hurt to know you think of me like that.”

jake leans in until he's face to face with you, his hot breath tickles your cheeks and makes them bloom from inside. he's at it again, his infamous grin while he stares you down, his rosy lips are too close to yours.

“the only woman i want to take home is you”, he whispers, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ears. his eyes wander about to face, to your eyes to lips to neck to your eyes again, “do they kiss in the book?”

“no spoilers”, you whisper back.

“fair enough”, jake scoffs, his lips hovering over the corner of yours as he pulls you in by your waist, until you have to create a barricade between you two by softly pressing your palms against his chest. but jake doesn't really gives you what you want, he teases you, grazing his lips over the corners of yours and pressing a light peck on your cheek before pulling back.

he leaves you blushing and stunned, which he likes and smiles at.

“o-ok now i have a lot of work,” you hurriedly grab jake’s hand and begin to drag him towards the door.

“aww are you shooing me away, y/n?”, jake whines, walking the few steps to the exit on his own, “i was just having fun!”

“i wasn't”, you bite your lips, suppressing in a chuckle as you look at him, standing on your threshold.

“oh? is that so?”, jake's eyes widens, he's loving this little act of yours.

as if you didn't turn butter under his touch just a few seconds ago.

“yeah! now off you go jake, i have a lot of things to do”, you try to send him off, lightly pushing on his chest and he's quick to grab your hand.

he brings it near his lips and kisses the inside of your wrist, looking up at you he says, “why don't you come over someday? return my favour maybe?”

all the blood in your body rushes up to your ears and cheeks and you stand still before him, not knowing what to do when you slowly retract your hand. he's intoxicating and he knows it, even if you don't visit him, jake already has an excuse to return his borrowed book to see your pretty face again. maybe you should give it a thought, give him a chance? after all, you can't deny the fact that he does make your heart beat faster.

you clear your throat, “i'll think about it.”

jake chuckles, “you better, ‘want to lure in my favourite pretty girl”, he winks at you, a final blow before he quickly pecks your cheek again, “9:30, i'll be waiting, gorgeous.”

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retroaria · 5 months ago

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₊˚⊹♡ …Love, Love, Love… ₊˚⊹♡

blue lock boys and how they’d describe their love for you!

cw: dramatic descriptions of affection, i think maybe there is a bit of implied personality for all of them, but honestly i’m sure you’re all lovely ppl and will still resonate with it!!

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy 🪽 -aria | isagi, bachira, kaiser

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚

𝜗𝜚 Isagi Yoichi

One day Isagi realized that if he could spend the rest of his life in the gentleness and warmth of your presence, he doesn’t think he could ever be truly unhappy. Then, as if his last thought had been the missing piece to why his heart burned so hard for you, he realized he was in love with you. Humans are human, he knows this. He knows that there’s no such thing as a perfect person, no one who could truly do no wrong, and he uses this to justify his boundless admiration of you.

He doesn’t care if it’s unfair to see you as the exception, the only person who genuinely is perfect. He knows he isn’t, but here you are, allowing him to bask in your grace. Every word you say and every action you take has a lighthearted nuance to it, an irrefutable sense of joy, it pulls him in until all he can see when he looks at you is a literal angel. When Isagi realized he was in love with you, he swore he would do everything in his power, for the rest of his life, to protect the ethereal light that showers over you, so long as he could bask in it alongside you. Your peace, your happiness, your sense of wonder, he wanted to watch it all flourish forever and ever. And so, he follows your lead, he listens when you speak, he validates your purpose, and he lets you be exactly who you are and who you want to be. Nothing has to change for him, he knows he can’t get any better than perfect.

𝜗𝜚 Bachira Meguru

When Bachira and you first started dating, he was overwhelmed by the feeling of acceptance that had once been so foreign to him. It felt as though you and all your love for him had encased his mind, body, and soul in a world he had never known before. After some time, Bachira realized that it was your world he had been consumed by. A world devoid of cruelty and all the things he had not yet forgiven, though now, maybe he could. If every moment of his life lead him on the path where one day he would stumble into your universe of love and light, he would endure it all again a million times over, knowing he’d come out the other end happier than ever.

He submits to you in a way that is wholly transparent. Bachira gives you all of him, never faltering in insecurity or shame like he may have before. He can’t help but flutter when you commend him for being so himself around you. How could you not see it? How could you hold the key to the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him and still be so blissfully unaware? It’s adorable, he decides. A testament of your undeniable benevolence and tenderness towards him. He’ll spend the rest of his life thanking you for letting him into your world, where he could unfold before you and be loved as he is.

𝜗𝜚 Michael Kaiser

Kaiser had taken you for naive when you first met, he thinks about it now and curses himself for his arrogance. What if he had let your love pass him by? If memory serves him right, he was a shell. A cold, shitty shell of a man guarding the heart of a boy that never was. It was pathetic, truly, but you never seemed to think so. There was who Kaiser saw himself as deep down, and who he knew others saw him as. The two may have been different in regard to their perspectives, but they both concluded the same thing; he was an asshole.

But you were a deviator. You took every word he said and every terrible thing he did as a reflection of all he’d ever known, you saw him in a completely different light. “Michael, why won’t you let me in?” those words still make him dizzy to this day. It was a loaded question, one that you weren’t afraid to ask. It provided him with a new piece, an unexplored path. And so, he let you in, giving you the chance to turn all he’d ever known on its head, and teach him something new. There was what Kaiser thought he knew about himself, and what others thought they knew about him, but then, there was what you fully understood about him. Which then turned into all the things you loved about him, things that he hadn’t ever seen in himself. You didn’t change him, you embraced him. Your embrace was so tight that it cracked the shell he hid within and let your love seep in. He realized he wanted to stay in that embrace forever, and it became clear that he loved you.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚

i got a little lazy with kaisers at the end i’m sorry 😞 this would’ve been too much to do a lot of characters in one post so if you want to see this prompt with other characters please request and i will do them!!! MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN ❤️

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚

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melobin · 6 months ago

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not sure if this is too niche? but what kind of filth do you think would fall from each members mouth when they're fucking you roughly 😶‍🌫️

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i love this actually ..

shotaro

shotaro would be one of the less vocal ones, he’d groan a lot though. he’d be more vocal when he’s fucking you from behind, but even then he wouldn’t say much. he just finds himself so engrossed in the moment, how you look under him and how you feel wrapped around his cock. the way you squeeze around him makes him feel dizzy so all of the thoughts in his head just disappear. think he’s more likely to let out one word things rather than anything else. quiet groans of god and fuck slipping from him every so often.

eunseok

eunseok would be very talkative during sex, incredibly vocal. he loves to taunt you, will speak the filthiest things to you with no hesitation. they can range from telling you how good you feel around him to how pretty you look under him. but they can also fall under the category of being mean to you, humiliating almost. telling you how pathetic it is that you’re always so soaked for him, how cute he thinks it is that you’re so ready to take him all the time. he’d love watching you squirm from the things he says to you too. always so wet and ready to take me, good girl.

sungchan

sungchan’s favourite thing to do during sex is to point out the fact he can hear how wet you are. he loves the affect he has on you, he loves how he can hear it so clearly when he’s fucking you and he loves pointing it out to you. he laughs when he hears the squelching coming from your cunt, looking down into your eyes as you take all of him so eagerly. he loves to embarrass you with it, he knows he has you when you squirm and try to look away from him when he says it. she’s crying out for me, baby.

wonbin

wonbin can spew out a range of things. he’s shameless, he’s not too proud to beg nor is he too ashamed to moan into your ear whilst he’s pressed deep inside of you. one of the hottest things he does vocally is when he has his head buried in your neck whilst he’s fucking into you, he always lets out the most sinful and broken moans against your skin. curses tend to follow, especially fuck. he just can’t help it, he struggles to find a way to convey just how good you feel when you’re squeezing tightly around his cock so letting out deep moans and swearing seems to be the best way to do that. he can get a little cocky sometimes, saying cruder things to you. been occasions where he’s knelt up between your legs and looked down at where you’re hole is sucking him in so eagerly, speaking lowly as he thrusts deep into you. fuck, it’s like you were made for me.

seunghan

seunghan would be so praising, it’s in his nature to be. needs to tell you how sweet you are when you’re being fucked so good, how pretty you look when you’re barely coherent under him. constantly tells you how pretty you look, how sweet you sound crying out his name as he fucks deeply into you. wants to keep eye contact with you as you take him deeper, needs to hear you whine as he talks to you. he especially likes it when you physically can’t respond, being too fucked out to even answer a simple question. how does it feel baby? does it feel good? talk to me angel.

sohee

sohee is another who doesn’t talk too much, but the difference is when sohee stops talking he doesn’t stop. he ends up babbling on and on about how good you feel. rough sex with sohee literally sends him to another planet, the pleasure that takes over his body turns him almost brain dead. will either just groan against your skin as you wrap around his cock or will constantly curse and tell you how good it is. he’s obsessed with the way you take his cock so eagerly and he needs to let you know that, but his words also tend to come out as a jumbled mess. poor boy just wants to tell you that he thinks your pussy is the best thing he’s ever felt in his life. so good, ‘s so fuckin good.

anton

anton’s whole personality change in bed could give anyone whiplash, especially during rougher sex. he isn’t really degrading, but he does like to tease you. he can’t do it too much because if he talks for so long he ends up letting a moan slip out and he gets a little embarrassed when that happens, he prefers letting out deeper, throatier groans than high pitched moans. he does like to tell you how good you feel though, he’s one to tell you that he’s been thinking about fucking you all day, speaking about how distracted he got during practice because all he could think about was wrapping your legs around his waist and fucking his cum into you until you’re seeing stars. he can ramble a little when he’s close to cumming, it’s sweet despite the way he’d be fucking you so mercilessly. been thinking about you all day, just wanted to come back and fuck you god- i’m gonna cum.

#✧ melody answers #✧ anon #✧ hard hours ✧#riize smut #sungchan smut #shotaro smut #eunseok smut #seunghan smut #wonbin smut #sohee smut #anton smut

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chocochiptrip · 3 months ago

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flying type dizzy🪽💫

#guilty gear #guilty gear xrd #dizzy kiske #pokemon related too i guess??#to no one surprise dizzy and miku are the same person #but also dizzy is so dual type that made think about...what if a dizzy for every type....#“posting the fixed version here bc i'm too stupid for noticing my mistakes way before” moment

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hymnzz · 9 days ago

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showing my f/os my insta reel feed would be so silly. majority of them are so unphased but i think a few of them (ky+dizzy) would be lk concerned

#imagining the collective 😃❓ on both of their faces #🪽.dizzy #🗡️.ky #♡ [ rambles ! ]

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celestialprincesse · 1 year ago

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🪽🎀

Simon makes anaemic!readers doctors appointments.

He knows that appointments are always a sore spot, what with the amount of blood draws they have to check how their anaemia is progressing.

He always drives them to and from the doctors, knowing that they tend to get dizzy afterwards, and he likes to be as supportive as possible, even if that just means having the seat warmers of his truck switched on when they walk out.

He always has a little bag ready in the glovebox, maybe some cute little floral patterned pouch they thought was pretty at Liberty when they were Christmas shopping for family and friends. It's got all the necessary things, cute bandaids and candies, all their prescriptions and medications written down so that they don't need to think of their appointments in advance.

Simon tries to surprise them with nice things after appointments, maybe takes them to museums they like or for ice cream, maybe to the cinema to see a movie they'd been wanting to watch.

He'll do literally anything to see them smile, even if that means going to the local shelter, internally panicking when they see some sweet little puppy with three legs or one eye and look up at him pleadingly, sniffling back tears when said puppy bounds around their legs and nuzzles at their neck.

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cherubita · 6 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🪽 𝅘𝅥𝅮 SomEtiMes I Feel DizZy

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⠲⣄ 🪷 ‎⎯‎⎯⎯ ㅤ ᪲ ✿ 🎐

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b1mbodoll · 1 year ago

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you would like that yeah? my precious girl followin me around everywhere with her leash and her collar like the pretty pet she is 😵‍💫… -🪽

mhm !!! wna be your lil puppy 🥺 promise i’ll be good for u

#im dizzy #😵‍💫😵‍💫🥺#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.sweetheart: 🪽

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nattroan · 1 year ago

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𝓦𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦✦ 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠♡🌷

𝐻𝑖𝑖<3 guys I leave these recommendations so that if you can take a little of your time to read these beautiful fics, do it because you won't regret it, please, I beg you to reblog it and give it a like because I need these writers and the wonderful fics that they They make them have more recognition (by the way, thanks to the writers for taking a few minutes and even hours of your time to make such wonderful fics)

𝓝𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑜:

SPIDER!NATALIE @abbysbabe

-the bet @24hlevi

Natalie does your eyeliner @pinkmoonzzz

The wilderness dance @lacyscabinet

—dizzy like! @shaunashipmansgf

Cool About It @rae-writes-sometimes

calming the storm @coalswriting

Unexpected Christmas @devskindawritingblog

Safe @lacyscabinet

Dreamy @lacyscabinet

I miss home @t1ts-4-scattorcio

Spider @ones-g

—✦

𝓛 𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤𝑠:

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 @lottiembae

Notion @fromabasementonthehilll

Braids @fromabasementonthehilll

—✧

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Chiquitita @sawyerconfort

Puppy Love @elliesmainhoe

Wrong locker @ashwhowrites

—✰

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facing your fears @alottiegoingon

evermore @shaunamilfman

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—✦🤍🪽

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 @writingreadinglurkingandsmirking

—☘︎☏➳

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Drunken Love @devskindawritingblog

—🤍🕸

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Hold to my Hand @denwritesandcries

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piss-pumpkin · 9 months ago

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🍳Blasphemy and Boiled Eggs🪽

(Older)dipper pines x reader, chapter 16 of Douce amere, ~3.1k words Masterlist Prev

Dipper Pines hates Bill. Dipper Pines loves Y/n. Those were two fundamental truths of his universe, two pillars of his psyche that so much of his mind was formed around. All the time he spent scared and angry because of what Bill had done, all the time he spent happy and pining because of you, it was the clearest line to draw for him, separating those ideas. But today, that line was blurry.

You fell backwards, stumbling just slightly before hitting the ground, and Dipper didn’t have the strength to stand up and catch you. He barely had the strength to breathe. He laid on his back, heaving breath after breath as his eyes darted from your body, to the statue. Bill. From back when it happened. How did they even manage to do this. He could almost laugh. If anyone could fuck up this bad, it was you. He would probably laugh if he wasn’t in shock.

The journal was left open on the ground beside you. He hadn’t even realized he let go. Fuck. He threw his head back onto the grass, and dug his palms into his eyes until his vision was blurry when he opened them. Holy shit. Holy fuck. Somehow, all at one, a million thoughts were running through his head, but not a single one was coherent. Vague panic, wanting to scream, heart pounding, caught in a vice. Fuck. Later. He had to deal with that later.

Dipper sat up. Once more he looked at you, then at Bill. One and the same, now. He sighed, standing up on shaky legs, leaning on the top hat of the statue to get his balance. Better to move fast until you come too.

He looked down at your body with a face contorted with emotions he never thought he’d feel again. He knelt, he hesitated, and then he heaved you up, with shaking arms carrying you like a princess. Back to the shack. Where bill can’t get in. Thank God for the unicorn hair.

He trudged through the forest, often needing to break to set you down and rest. And the bruise on his wrist wasn’t helping much. On one of his breaks, he tiredly banged his head against a tree, any pain like that being a better alternative to… whatever he was feeling. His heart was beating like a hummingbird, but he had to put it all aside to get you to the shack, clutching you with white knuckles.

How’d you even get in this situation? Did he even want to know? Your eyes were shut, he couldn’t see your pupils, and a shiver ran down his spine when he thought of the yellowish haze on your eyes. Yellow eyes. It’s summer, it shouldn’t be so cold.

How could you do this? How did this never come up? How could you have… he shook his head. As much as he knew Bill tricked people… you? Of all people. Had he not told you enough? Not what he was, what he looked like? He should’ve have. He should have. He could have. He had plenty the opportunity. To tell you what you needed, what could have saved you. Everyone. Fuck.

He reached the edge of the woods, and more than anything worried for you. Concussions weren’t good, and there was a solid chance he gave you one. It wasn’t good for you to be out cold like this.

He tripped out of the forest, dropping you for a moment as he fell to his knees. Shit. He cradled your head as you both fell. Fuck. Keep it together. Just a little bit more. Don’t move the head.

He got you to the shack, and stared at the door for a good minute. Then down at your face, still out like a light. He winced, and looked back in front of him. When he opened the door, he’d have to explain. He’d have to tell Ford everything, probably. He might know what to do. When Dipper opened the door, he’d have to be ready, get serious, and know what to. Deal with this… situation. He almost felt dizzy, his head spinning and getting light. But he couldn’t put you down to steady himself. Dipper sighed, his head halfway throbbing as he focused on breathing. Okay. He carefully maneuvered his carry of you, and opened the door.

Wendy and Soos said hello. Wendy was behind the till, feet up on the counter, and Soos was on the other side, dressed in his suit. They said hello, then then promptly realized that there was something wrong, with the both of you.

Dipper quickly handed you to Soos, and stumbled, leaning on a wall as the only thing keeping him up. The the trek through the woods felt like a hike across the world now. His legs were buckling, and Wendy offered her support. He leaned on her. They both had questions, most of which he didn’t want to answer, several of which he tuned out, his ears ringing and mind buzzing. Most asks though, they all had one answer in common. “Bill,” he sputtered. And Soos and Wendy went silent.

”But he’s gone,” Wendy said matter of factly. “Dipper, Ford erased him out of Stand mind.”

Dipper just shook his head, sweating, neatly all his weight resting on her.

“Dude,” Soos managed, you still passed out in his arms. “Did he hurt them?”

Dipper shook his head again, and finally buckled under the weight, face contorting. “He’s in there,” he said shakily, nearly taking down Wendy with his poor balance as he pointed to you. “I had to…” he sputtered.

They looked at each other, then at the marks on Dippers wrist. Wendy sucked a breath in through barred teeth, “You should put ice on that,” she said, trying to prop him up.

Her attempt wasn’t working, and Dipper was slowly sinking. Sighing, she decided to help him to the floor. Where there was nowhere left to fall. She shot Soos a look, a nod, and went to find one of the Stans.

Soos set you down and sat beside Dipper. He patted his back gently. “It’s okay, dude,” Soos sighed. “We’ll figure this out.”

Dipper grumbled, hiding his head in his hands. Y/n was still out. He must have hit them pretty hard with his journal. He wiped his eyes aggressively, seeing spots of greens and reds on his eyelids. “I don’t know how he’s back… or how I didn’t notice earlier,” he sputtered.

Before Soos could say another word, both of the grunkles were bursting through the doorway. Mabel must have been out. Dipper could barely hear them.

…

When you woke up, it was with a throbbing headache. Before you could even open your eyes, you felt it, a dull ache accompanied by even duller pounding with every movement you made. It was cold, weirdly so for summer. You grumbled, shifting around on the… couch? The cushions you seemed to be resting on were soft, but worn, and you could feel the loose threads on your feet.

You opened your eyes, and promptly froze. You were not alone. Ford always kept his basement rooms cold, made it easier to keep the turtle neck on in the summer. It was him that was pointing a gun at your head. Not just any gun, but one that looked held together by duct tape and a prayer, a makeshift invention thrown together on the fly. It showed in how Ford held it, not only by the handle but with a protective grip on the sides, as if that could stop it from falling apart. You swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. There was Ford and Stan.

“Can you open your eyes all the way?” Ford asked cooly, the gun steady in his hands.

You complied wordlessly, and slowly sat up. The moment he saw your pupils, the gun dropped, and he sighed in relief. He turned, and nodded to Stan, who walked tiredly to the elevator. Then you were alone. “Y/n, what exactly happened?” he asked, much kinder this time.

You winced, and looked dejectedly at the floor. “I don’t know,” you sighed.

“Can we start from the beginning?” He said, drawing your eyes back to him. He had a small and warm smile, doing his best surely. “When was the first time you met him… or, his statue, I guess?”

From the start. The very beginning. From when you saw the statue, to when you shook his hand, and when the nightmares started. Ford nodded along gravely, six fingers tapping against his cheek as he purses his lip or hummed with thought. Every last detail.

He stayed silent, pondering, even when you were finished, staring at the floor intently. You could practically see the cogs of his brain turning. You swallowed, ”So…?”

“So,” he nodded, and sighed. “Are you okay?”

You wished he’d ask about Bill, or the situation, or a solution. Any of those were be easier to answer. “Well,” you started, scratching at your knuckles. Hmm. You sighed, and that seemed to be enough for Ford. He knew.

“I get it,” he sighed, crossing his arms, “We’ve all been there, Y/n, it’s alright.”

You winced, that was true too. At least you weren’t the only one. Or no, actually, it would be better if you were. Then at least you’d scare them less. “Is Dipper okay?”

Ford nodded, and a twitch of his cheek gave away that he was hiding something, “He’s fine.”

You waited, but Ford didn’t say anymore. Sighing, you clenched a fist, then released. Then pressed all your fingers to your palm, and released, cherishing the feeling of being in control over every little movement. Not like before. “Is he around?”

Ford paused, “He’s upstairs, but…”

But. But but but. Ugh. You winced, looking up at him, hoping desperately that whatever he said next wouldn’t hurt.

“But…” he continued. Incredibly slowly, brow furrowed like he was thinking carefully about every word. “I’m sure you know, his thought on him, that is,” he said. “He got you here okay, but he’s…” another pause. The basement made the silence worse, occasionally broken by Fords humming as he thought. “He’s processing, right now,” Ford finally managed.

“So,” you said, a little quieter than you meant. You cleared your throat, trying to get your voice back. “So, should I… go?”

Ford sucked a breath in through his teeth, grimacing. “About that,” he started. “You can’t. The shack is the only place you’re safe from Bill, it’s the reason why you didn’t get nightmares when you slept here,” he said. He sighed, pushing up his glasses, “He can’t get in your head while you’re here, so you have to stay until we figure out a plan.”

“Ah,” you said, dejectedly nodding your head. So you just shouldn’t have left. That was your mistake. One of several.

Ford hummed back. No words. None needed, maybe. A moment of silence, maybe grief. “We’ll come up with a solution, Y/n.”

Another headache was brewing. Different than before, different than when it was with Bill. All you this time, that was at least comforting. It was your brain that hurt, that seemed to fight you. It was a sharper pain, rather than a dull throb. Right in the front behind your eyes. You nodded, staring at the floor. Fuck.

…

Yesterday, the kitchen in the Mystery shack felt like yours. Not like you owned it, but that you had as much a right to use it as any of the shacks regular residents. Because it was your home, too, for the most part. You lived here enough.

But it was off, today. Something about it was different. The lights still shined warmly, the same way they always did and always would thanks to Fords invented lightbulbs. Everything was in the same place, the spoons, pots, pans and such. Water still boiled the same. Same speed, same slight burning smell as the burners warmed up. It was all familiar, but alien as you moved through it, grabbing supplies, food. There wasn’t much good in the fridge, it must be Stans shopping day.

Your eyes landed on a carton of eggs, and that somehow seemed like the best option. A soft boiled egg wasn’t amazing on its own, but today you were feeling spicy. Or rather, particularly bland. It dawned on you, reaching for the egg, that it wasn’t the kitchen that was alien, but you. You were what changed. What was different. The alien, if you will. You gently dropped the egg in the water.

You stared into the pot. The pot stared at you. The water was bubbling, and the egg swirled inside. It bobbed and bounced over the ceramic, but didn’t break. Lucky you. You held your hand over the pot, and felt the steam, which was condensing on the cupboards above. A sigh escaped your lips as you felt the heat on your hand.

Thumps. There was someone in the doorway. You froze, leaning over the stove. You shouldn’t look. It could be anyone, but you knew footsteps well enough, and they seemed to stop in the doorway when they saw you. You had a good enough guess. But you had to look anyway. See him. Just to check, maybe.

Dipper was as frozen as you were, with a hand clutching the door frame. His eyes were wide, knuckles white. He looked terrified.

“Dip?”

”Hi,” he said curtly, jerking his head to look at the floor. Anywhere but you.

You lifted a hand, halfway towards him, and then retracted it, pulling close to your chest. He flinched. Maybe reaching out wasn’t what he needed. “Hey, I-“ you started, but trailed off. And then he left, without a word.

You sighed, and turned around to hop up and sit on the counter. You leaned your head against the damp cupboard, and glanced down to watch the egg. The stovetop sizzled as a drip of water fell on the burner.

Your mouth fell open, staring at the boiling pot. The water wasn’t high enough to spill. The condensation wasn’t heavy enough to drip. Your hand gently tapped at your face. Wet. You blinked, and a tear fell. Oh. You dabbed your cheeks with your sleeve, trying not to get red and puffy as more tears fell. Oh.

They shouldn’t see you like that. They were already kind enough to let you stay, despite everything. Because they have to. You shook your head, and stared with blurry vision at your boiling egg. You sniffled, and more tears started to fall. Fuck. You tried to wipe your eyes as quietly as possible, wetting your sleeves and scrambling to find something to blow your nose on.

Your eyes landed on a roll of paper towel by the sink, and you hopped from the counter. Nose nearly dripping as a few stray tears turned to crying, you grabbed for it. Nose blowing wasn’t quiet. But you tried. And even worse, you wiped your eyes with the dry side of it. Wouldn’t want them to be able to tell you’ve been crying by looking at your clothes. You grabbed a few more paper towels for the road as you went back to your soft boiled egg.

It has mostly settled into a place in the pot, no longer dancing around it. It still wiggled with the water, though. You sighed, leaning on the countertop next to it, and grabbed your phone from your pocket. This feels like too much time. Tapping the screen, you realize you never set a timer for your precious soft boiled egg.

Soft boiled eggs were nice. If done right, the centre of it was gooey, warm, tasted alright. And it paired so well with noodle soup, or maybe stir fry. Not that you had that. But sometimes just the soft boiled egg was enough.

Eyes wide and with haste, you grabbed the handle of the pot, desperately hoping you still had a soft boiled egg. Hot. It nearly hurt to hold. You quickly and carefully poured the boiling water into the sink, and flooded the pot with cold. Your thumb thumped on the handle as you waited only a moment for it to cool.

The eggshell was hot, too. You gently cracked it on the rim, and blinked away tears as you began to peel it. Difficult with shaking hands. Falling tears plinked against the metal of the sink as you did.

With the shell discarded safely in the pot, you eyes the egg. Nothing about the white gave away whether or not it was overdone. You squeezed it. A couple times. And with a sigh, and a leap of faith, took a bite off the top.

The first bite never reached the centre. It never does, unless you’re hungry enough to finish the egg with that. You looked again at the white, seeing the yellow shadow where you bit. Leap of faith. You bit again.

You froze when your teeth hit the centre, and slowly, you released your jaw, leaving a bite mark in the egg. It wasn’t soft. Not even close. Your hands were already shaking, and you carefully dropped the egg back in the cold water pot. You sighed, and used your paper towel to wipe your eyes. Your lips were trembling now, too though.

Hard boiled eggs didn’t taste as good. The texture was weird, it didn’t go well with the egg white, nor a good stir fry. Maybe a good soup, on a good day. But you didn’t have soup. And it wasn’t much of a good day.

You sighed, and choked back a sob. Why the fuck did it have to happen like this? You clenched your jaw, and face fell into your palm. It didn’t have too. Your legs were shaking, whole body really. You could have done anything else. You sucked a breath in through closed teeth, lips quivering. Fucking anything. You sank to the floor, back against the bottom cupboards, and head in hand. Anything. Fucking. Else. The thought. just echoed through your head as you sobbed. Anything.

But you overdid the egg. You overdid the egg. And the cold tiled floor was under you, and your feet slid out in front of you. And your head was in your hands. And you weren’t holding back your tears anymore. And you weren’t trying to spare your face anymore. You overdid the egg. And quietly sobbed on the floor of the kitchen, of a home that didn’t feel like yours anymore.

Fellas I don’t even like angst. Like reading or writing it. Like I don’t know why I did this or how I got here. Like the writing process has been so slow cuz of it 😭😭

Also fun fact I wrote the egg bit like September when one of my Guinea pigs died and I was sad.

I’ll pick the tone up again later trust me 😭

Taglist: @dead-esque @cipheress-to-k-pop

#x reader #my writing #dipper pines x reader #douce amere #dipper pines #gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #dipper x reader

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✨🥘WIP Food Questionnaire🥘✨

Ooooh a fun new game from @dearunreliablenarrator ? Yes please!!

Rules: Answer the food-related questions provided in this link using the voices of your OCs. The yummier the descriptions, the better!

what is one comfort meal that'll change your whole mood for the day?

Ali’s baklava. It’s got a flaky, buttery crust that just melts on your tongue, a thin layer of chocolate and hazelnut spread between the sheets of sweet dough, topped with a thin drizzle of hot, chocolate syrup and powdered sugar. Sometimes, he adds a few sliced bananas to it and the flavor is, mmmm. ✨-Noah (YWIMC)

what is an experience (good or bad) that has turned you off or on to a food completely?

Oh God, I cringe at the memory….Harley had me go fishing for our meal once, and the squish of fish fry between my fingers is a feeling I will not soon forget. The smell of raw fish, bait, rust from the sea-weathered equipment. Ugh. I’ll stick with potatoes and fruit, thank you very much. I know Peter will try to force me to eat a protein, but I can’t stomach looking at the face of a dead fish. Mmmm…perhaps if it was in a stew…..-Benjamin (Peter Hart)

if you could eliminate one piece of produce, meat, dairy or sweets off the earth what would it be?

Oh Gosh!! Off of all of EARTH? Mmmm…that’s a tough one…..do drinks count? I’d get rid of all that gross alcohol immediately. It burns my throat and makes me feel dizzy. And…maybe dark roast coffee. It’s waaaaay too bitter….unless you add a lot of cream, sugar, milk, caramel….chocolate….

Itazura:….Tenshi. Focus.

…..Oh! R-right. Just coffee though? Blegh! Add some sweet to it, and it’ll be perfect ✨-Tenshi and Itazura (Tenshito)

and dessert is normally saved for last, but if you could what would you order for your entree at a restaurant?

Oh OH! Can I answer this one too? 🪽✨

Mmmm, there’s this one thing that is SOOOO good! It’s an ice cream with red bean paste—

Itazura: —Mochi? (餅)

But, it has some fruit and it has beautiful designs! It’s reeeeeally good!! ✨

Itazura: Ah, Wagashi (和菓子). Yeah that’s pretty good.

cooking is a life skill, why haven't you started learning yet!?

Well, I would….but SOMEONE decided to ABDUCT me 😡 -Tyr (ITROG)

I will very gently tag the following (if you’ve been double tagged, whoops. I’m a silly goose 🪿✨): @tragedycoded , @sableglass , @cowboybrunch , @gioiaalbanoart , @wyked-ao3 , @alinacapellabooks , @yourpenpaldee , @ominous-feychild , @lychhiker-writes , @rotting-moon-writes , @saturnine-saturneight , @marlowethelibrarian , @jev-urisk , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @katenewmanwrites , @badscientist , @eccaiia , @smellyrottentrees , @lavender-gloom , @paeliae-occasionally , @honeybewrites , @drchenquill , @theink-stainedfolk , @willtheweaver , @aintgonnatakethis , @musicismymoirail , @nczaversnick , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @autism-purgatory , @finickyfelix , @writercoracain , @moltenwrites , @rivenantiqnerd , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @noxxytocin , @thecomfywriter , @theaistired , @mauannacreates , @tildeathiwillwrite , @mysticstarlightduck , @the-letterbox-archives , @houseplantblank , @mundanemoongirl , @minamaybe , @fantasy-things-and-such , @ragin-cajun-fangirl , +open tag! ✨

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