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Passionately and Deeply

~Chapter Three, Other Edition~

I just wanted to thank everyone for engaging with my fanfic this far, and getting to the prologue over 70+ notes! It warms my heart that so many people like this series! I'll be putting out a masterlist when I release the fifth chapter.

Also there may be more than a few grammatical errors in here, feel free to ignore those.

Anyway, like always, I hope you enjoy!

New to the series? Read the prologue.

The air is warmer, the grass is greener, and my ties to this town are only becoming deeper.

Being with Ford on that fateful night took away nearly every fear I had. I felt like as long as I had him, nothing would stand in my way in life.

I think he pretty much confirmed the same thing with me.

And I couldn’t be happier about that.

Since then, we’ve been hanging out regularly. He’s shown me quite a few of the abnormal beings in this charming yet peculiar town. Among them were the plaidypus, the beard cubs (which were actually kinda cute), and the question quails (which were unquestionably adorable). Ford claims that there are dangerous beings that reside here, but the ones that I’ve seen have been rather innocuous. I actually scooped up the icicle mice from this winter and put them in my freezer so that they’ll live.

In other news, his grand-niblings are on their way to visit him and his family up here in a few hours. They’ll be staying for the whole summer.

Melody had her child, which was a boy. She named him Jesús Alzamirano Ramirez Jr., right after Soos.

They’re such a sweet couple, and now a sweet family. I hope they have a prosperous life.

Abuelita is smitten over her new bisnieto, or her great-grandson. He is quite adorable, after all. He was born on April 4th, and he’ll be two months old on the 4th.

I even got to hold him several times when I visited. My baby fever was hidden in the back of my mind, but that adorable baby boy brought it out again. On my days off of work, I would make my way to the shack and just tend to him while his primary familial unit rested up.

Ford seems to like the little bean, too. Although he doesn’t really strike me as someone who would like babies, he really took a liking to him.

“You’re so good with that little tyke,” he told me.

I smiled up at him while holding the little bean. “Thanks,” I said. “I always wanted children, and to be a mother.”

Ford’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Truly? You never mentioned it.”

I smiled back down at the sweet baby in my arms. “It never came up,” I told him. “Not until this sweet boy came into our lives. I truly believe that all babies are sent from Heaven.”

Ford smiled. “On an unrelated note, how old are you again?” he asked.

I playfully raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask about a lady’s age?” I asked, playfully indignant. “I’ll be twenty seven in seven days.”

“Ah, so you’re a gemini like me,” he said. “My great niece told me about the zodiac signs and everything related to them.”

“Oh really? When’s your birthday then?” I asked.

“Stanley’s and my birthday is in two weeks from today, on the 15th of June,” he said.

“The twins have the twins zodiac. How about that,” I said, chuckling.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a twin, would you?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

“What a shame. I thought I would be able to set her up with Stanley,” Ford joked.

I playfully raised an eyebrow. “Who said my twin would be a woman?” I said.

Both of us just stared at each other before we softly broke out laughing.

All of a sudden, the door slammed open, and I saw two teenagers at the door, one boy and one girl.

The girl had medium brown curly hair that reached her mid back, the same copper brown eyes as Stan and Ford, and donned a purple headband with parted fringe bangs. Her sweater (why was she wearing a sweater in June?) was the same purple color as her headband and had spelled out MABEL, and wore a hot pink skirt that reached just a little below mid thigh, with dark purple almost black stockings, and some purple doc martens on. She was about average height.

The boy had a tan and dark brown lumberjack hat, the same medium brown curly hair and copper brown eyes as his sister, with long bangs that nearly covered his eyes. He wore a red flannel plaid shirt, blue jeans and timberlands. He was also about average height, which… kind of surprised me. Seeing that he was related to Stan and Ford, I thought he would be taller.

That doesn’t matter that much, though.

What matters is that this sweet baby boy started crying when both of them busted through the door. I shushed him, trying to soothe him.

“We’re here!” the girl yelled as Ford shushed her. She lowered her head. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“Who’re you?” the boy asked.

“Dipper, my boy, meet my good friend,” Ford said my name, introducing me to his great nephew. “Come here, Mabel, I want you to meet her, too.”

“Woah, nice to meet you! I’m Mabel! Grunkle Ford never said anything about his lady friend being so pretty,” Mabel introduced herself to me as I chuckled and Ford scratched the back of his head.

I can see where she gets her electrifying personality from.

“Nice to meet you too, dear,” I told her, this sweet baby finally settling down back into slumber.

“My name’s Dipper,” Dipper introduced himself. “Is that Soos’ son or is that your own child?”

I shook my head. “It’s his child. I’m just watching him while he, Melody, and Abuelita rest.”

“Woah, can I hold him? Please please please? I promise I’ll be extra careful!”

“Not yet, darling. Go wash your hands before you touch him. His immune system is very fragile right now,” Ford told Mabel. Mabel dashed to the sink, and Dipper walked, following her.

“So they are your niece and nephew,” I remarked.

Ford turned to me and nodded. “Yes. Besides this little tyke, they are the closest thing to being my own children.”

I smiled as I turned my gaze back to the sweet baby in my arms. “Did you ever want children, Ford?”

“Not particularly, no,” he said. “I was focused on my work. In a way, everything I’ve worked on, and currently working on are my progeny. But now… I think it’s far too late for me to be a father.”

“That’s a fascinating way to put it,” I told him. “And you never know! You might find someone to procreate with.”

Mabel and Dipper both entered the living room, and Mabel made grabby hands towards Jesús. “Lemme see him~!” she said in her baby voice.

I handed him to her, and she was completely enamored by his baby charm. “Hi buddy. It’s your cousin, Mabel,” she said softly.

I guess when the moment really calls for it, she can be quiet.

“So…” Dipper said my name. “Or do you prefer Miss? Ms? Ma’am?”

I chuckled. “You can say my name, it’s alright, Dipper,”

“Good!” Dipper cleared his throat. “I-I mean, good. I just have a few questions for you.”

“I have a few questions for you, too!” Mabel declared. The baby in her arms cried again.

“My dear, let me take the little tyke while you… speak,” he said, taking Jesús in his arms.

Mabel led me upstairs and Dipper followed us into the attic, where they were sleeping. It smelled like dust mites and moth balls.

They couldn’t have gotten something more appealing for these kids? Honestly.

I’m busting Ford’s ass about this later.

“So…” Dipper said my name. “What is your occupation?”

I told both of them what I did.

“What about before you came to Gravity Falls? What did you do? Where did you live? Did you graduate from university?”

Mabel rolled her eyes. “Jeez Dipper, it’s like you never had a conversation before! It sounds like an interview!”

“Mabel, these are important things I need to know about Great Uncle Ford’s new girlfriend,” he said.

I raised a finger to refute. “Well, actually-”

“Dipper, c’mon!” she whined before turning to me. “I’m sorry for Dipper, he doesn’t know how to have a proper conversation with a lady.”

“Wha- hey!”

“Aaaaanyway, I have more important questions to ask you than the stuffy questions my brother asked! I need to know: Do you like pigs or tardigrades?” Mabel said, narrowing her eyes at me comically.

“Well, I’d have to say pigs. Tardigrades are cute, but I never interacted with one,” I told her.

Mabel squealed. “Oh, this is great! Let me get Waddles!” she said, running out of the room.

“Oh great. Now you’ve set her off,” Dipper said. “Anyway, back to my questions. How old are you?”

I playfully smiled. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask for a lady’s age?” I asked, testing how strong his resolve was.

Dipper scratched the back of his neck. “I-I’m sorry, ma’am, I just-”

I smiled softly. “Listen Dipper, I understand you care for your great uncle, but speaking to me like this seems a little… out of character for you, if that makes sense,” I told him.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Just from the small amount of interaction I had from you, you’re clearly an intelligent young man,” I told him, his cheeks becoming a little red. “But your confidence is lacking. To make up for that, you overcompensate with a dour tone. I almost felt animosity coming from you in your questions, even though I know it’s not how you want to come across.”

“Wow… how did you get all of that?” Dipper asked.

I smiled. “I’ve been on this Earth for quite some time, dear. Most of the time, I can tell when someone isn’t being authentic.”

“Well… can I at least ask why you’re dating my grunkle?” Dipper asked.

I laughed. “Oh, that is hilarious,” I told him. “Hon, I’m not dating your great uncle. We’re just really good friends,” I told him. “If you ask him, he would say the same thing.”

Dipper breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. It’s still kinda questionable, but that’s a lot better.”

I smiled as Mabel came back in with a lean yet rotund pink pig with a cute nose and round cheeks. She said my name. “Meet Waddles!” she said, as Waddles let out a happy squeak.

I smiled. “What a cute little guy,” I said, slowly moving closer to him. “Hey Waddles.”

He sniffed my hand, and then nuzzled his head into my hand. I scratched just above his ears, and he was panting like a dog.

I think he enjoys it.

“Wow! He loves you already! How did you know his favorite scratching spot?” Mabel asked.

“Mabel, all over his body is his favorite scratching spot. He loves pets,” Dipper said.

“True, true,” Mabel said, sitting in front of me and next to her twin brother, crossing her legs. “Now then, where were we in our interview?”

“Actually… I want to take a different approach,” Dipper said, looking back at me.

Mabel turned her head curiously, looking at her brother. “Yeah? How?” she asked, looking back at me.

“Let’s get psychological,” Dipper said, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Hell yeah! Psychological warfare!” Mabel exclaimed.

Suddenly, the door opened to the attic, and Stan was in the doorway. “Psychological warfare? Ya don’t gotta tell me twice!” he said, taking a seat on the bed next to his great nephew, looking at me.

I was starting to sweat a little bit. Hopefully, they didn’t see it.

“I guess the main thing I’m worried about is that… well… you and Great Uncle Ford seem so friendly. I’ve never seen him like that with a stranger,” Dipper told me.

“I am a stranger to you, but not to your great uncle,” I reminded him.

“And that’s fine and all, but… how long have you known him?” Dipper asked.

“It’ll be four months on our birthday. Or maybe the day before? I dunno, somewhere around there,” Stan chimed in.

Mabel gasped. “You’ve cracked our Grunkle Ford in four months?!” she asked incredulously.

“I wouldn’t put it that way…” I told her.

“Yeah,” Stan surprisingly agreed with me. “It was more like one week.”

Mabel stared at me, awestruck. “One week?!” she shrieked, making me jump a little.

I nodded bewilderedly. Mabel screamed as if she were fangirling. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh~!”

“Mabel, get a hold of yourself!” Stan said.

“But c’mon Grunkle Stan! She’s exactly what Grunkle Ford needs! Do you really want him to rot in his lab all day, with no companion?” Mabel asked him.

Stan rolled his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh brother.”

Mabel stood up and nearly lunged at me. I nearly jumped out of my seat. “But seriously! You need to teach me your secrets! If you were able to charm Grunkle Ford in a week, you’re on the same level as a succubus in terms of charm and seduction!” She exclaimed.

I raised an eyebrow, deciding to play along with her. “Why does a young lady like you need to know about seduction?” I asked.

Mabel cleared her throat. “I am sixteen years old!” she boasted proudly, puffing her chest.

Dipper raised his index finger. “Almost seventeen,” he chimed in. “But Mabel, c’mon. Let us have at least a semi-serious conversation without you trying to make friends with her.”

Mabel turned around and blew a raspberry at her brother. “Boo! You’re so boring sometimes, Dipper!”

She sat back down next to her brother, and crossed her legs again.

“Now then, where were we…” Dipper trailed off.

“We were talkin’ about how long my brainiac brother and her knew each other,” Stan reminded him.

Dipper’s eyes lit up before he snapped his fingers. “Right!” His gaze zeroed in on me. “My point in asking that question was because Great Uncle Ford didn’t really begin to trust us until Mabel got that unicorn hair for him.”

I looked at the three of them quizzically. Unicorns are real? Or was this just the overactive imagination of teenagers?

“Kid, she’s from a normal town. Unicorns probably are a myth where she’s from,” Stan told Dipper.

I nodded. “Or so I thought… but after seeing some of the oddities Gravity Falls has to offer, I’d say I believe in the existence of unicorns,” I told them.

Mabel had a super serious face on. “Then believe me when I say that they are so condescending,” Mabel said.

Holy crap. I thought unicorns were supposed to be pure hearted or whatever? Now I’m hearing the opposite?

Nothing really is as it seems in Gravity Falls…

“Mabel, focus!” Dipper said in a tone of frustration.

Mabel shook her head. “Right! Sorry…” she said. “The point Dipper is trying to make is that it took Grunkle Ford so long for him to trust us that he’s shook that Grunkle Ford was so friendly to you within a week.”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, did you mean shocked?” I asked.

Mabel shook her head. “Nope. Dipper was shook,” she doubled down on her grammatically incorrect statement.

That must be the slang the kids came up with these days. Now that I’m an adult myself, I understand how my grandmother felt when I used slang terms.

“While you’re right, Sister, you know that ‘shook’ has been out for a while. No one except you uses it anymore,” Dipper said.

“Oh, you’re just salty that I finally used it right!” Mabel said.

“Oh, does that mean he’s weird?” I asked.

Dipper looked at me like I had three heads, but Mabel gave me a gentle pat on my arm.

“That was a good guess,” she said, before returning to sit with her brother.

“That… wasn’t even close,” he said.

I scratched my cheek as I felt both of them become hot. “I guess I’m showing my age, then.”

“Actually, speaking of which, how old are you? You look pretty young for someone trying to go after our great uncle.”

“Oh my gosh, Dipper!” Mabel exclaimed. “You can’t just ask a woman how old she is! That’s rude!”

“Actually, I wanna know how old this vixen is. How old are you?” Stan asked me.

“Grunkle Stan~!” Mabel whined.

“Can it, Mabel! We need answers!”

“I’ll be twenty seven a week from today,” I told them.

“Shit, kid… you’re a lot younger than I thought,” Stan said.

“Wow, that’s… controversial,” Dipper added.

“What do you mean?”

Dipper shook his head. “The fact that you’re friends with my Grunkle, and he’s in his sixties…”

“That shouldn’t matter. But with that being said,” I started. “I understand that you just want to make sure your great uncle is being safe, and I totally understand that. I haven’t hurt him, nor do I intend on consciously hurting him.”

“Bah! Your words mean nothing! How the hell are we gonna trust ya?” Stan asked.

Mabel stood up again, and stepped forward. “I’ll be the judge of that!”

“Mabel, sweetie, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Stan said. “This is a strange woman that you, I, and your brother don’t know.”

“So let’s get to know her, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel said, determination in her voice. “If she’s so bad, you need to give me at least one reason why I shouldn’t hang out with her. If it's for a decent reason, then I’ll stop.”

“Well… uh… urm…” Stan stammered.

So why the hell doesn’t he like me?

“Then it’s settled!” Mabel turned to me, saying my name. “We’re going to be great friends! I can feel it!”

Seeing this vibrant young lady in front of me blazed in determination, I couldn’t help but smile. “Let’s be friends.”

“Yay! Friendship, friendship, friendship~”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get too happy, pumpkin,” Stan said, standing up. “I’ll find a flaw in her, and when I do, you’re gonna know that I’m right.”

Mabel smiled. “Okay, Grunkle Stan,” she told him. As he walked to the door, he opened it, and Ford was standing there, looking indignant.

“Oh… well, uh, shit,” Stan said. “How long ya been there, Poindexter?”

“Long enough,” he seethed in a low tone. He pushed past his brother, and entered into the attic and went towards Mabel.

“Thank you for giving her a chance, my darling,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. Mabel gave a half smile.

He then turned to Dipper. “Dipper, my boy. Come with me to my laboratory. You too,” he said my name. We both stood up, then went down to his lab. The way to get down to his lab was so cool. I marvel at it every time.

Using a vending machine to hide the entrance way was so innovative, inconspicuous and just overall ingenious.

And using symbols that aren’t seen in everyday life? Brilliant!

Once we descended to the deepest level, we got off of the elevator. Ford then turned around and placed his hands behind his back.

“Dipper… do you not trust my judgement?” Ford asked him, hurt palpable in his voice.

“Great Uncle Ford, what do you mean? Of course I do!” Dipper reassured him.

“You must not,” Ford said. “You, along with my brother, think that I am not able to detect a bad person when I see them.”

“Wha- are you talking about-”

Ford cut him off. “Yes, I am.”

“Great Uncle Ford, it was never my intention to make you feel like your judgement was off… even though you trusted Bill… but that’s in the past. Your judgement has been sharp since then!” Dipper tried to assuage him.

Who is Bill? What did he do? What happened?

I have a mountain of questions right now, and I don’t think I’m gonna have any of them answered in the near future.

“I don’t think you need to worry about that, my boy. She is a good person, and I was able to promptly pick up on that,” Ford clarified.

“But how do you know, Great Uncle Ford? How do you know that she is a good person?”

Ford was about to open his mouth, but I stepped in front of him, then turned to face Dipper.

“Dipper… I know you don’t trust me now…” I started. “But the only way you’ll know for sure is if you spend time with me. Your sister has already put her faith in me, and it would mean a lot to me if you could, too.”

Dipper studied my face, searching for a trace of insincerity. Upon finding none, he finally nodded.

“Fine. I’ll spend some time with you, like my sister will,” he finally spoke. “But if I find that you’re using him just like Bill… I will never forgive myself.”

I nodded determinedly at Dipper. “You can trust me, Dipper. You’ll see in time. More importantly, you can trust your great uncle.”

Dipper sighed. “Yeah, I hope that’s the case, that I can trust you,” Dipper said, defeated.

“Chin up, my boy,” Ford said. “You’ll see why I enjoy having her around. For now, you can find some snacks in the cupboard before Soos makes dinner.”

Dipper raised a bushy eyebrow. “Soos is cooking now? He always ate burrito bites and anything instantaneous.”

Ford smiled. “Fatherhood really had him step up his game. Not only as a husband, but as a grandson.”

“Wow, I gotta catch up with him for sure!” Dipper then turned to me, saying my name. “I-I’m sorry about earlier.”

I shook my head. “I understand, Dipper. You just wanted to protect your great uncle from someone strange.”

Dipper smiled. “You’re anything but,” he said. “See you both at dinner.”

We both waved to him before I turned to Ford. He just had a look of mixed emotions on his face, somewhere from sadness to relief to anger, to even looking apologetic.

“I deeply apologize for the onslaught you had to endure on behalf of my family. I hope they weren’t too unrelenting in their questioning.”

I shook my head. “I told you many times, Stanford, and I’ll tell you again,” I said. “I really don’t mind. In fact, I find it heartwarming.”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “Heartwarming?” he said. “How on Earth did you find that heartwarming?”

“It’s so blatantly clear that you have a family that loves you. So much so to the point where they would ruthlessly interrogate someone who they thought could be a potential threat to you. If that isn’t a strong familial love and bond, I don’t know what is,” I told him.

Ford scratched the back of his head. “I suppose you’re right.”

I smiled coyly. “Of course I’m right,” I told him smugly.

Ford chuckled. “You’re such a cheeky girl. I never expected you to have a sly side.”

His praise made my heart skip a beat.

I maintained my smile. “That’s some high praise coming from you.”

“Oh, my dear, you should be used to me praising you,” he said in a deep voice, making me feel all hot inside.

Ugh, why is this happening? Have I really been so lonely that this man is starting to ignite a flame inside of me?

It’s been extinguished for a while, actually. I’m surprised it’s starting back up again. If it’s even starting up at all. This basement does tend to get hot.

“Gracious, are you okay? Please, say something!” Ford asked, his hands on my shoulders.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Ford. I got lost in thought.”

Ford sighed a breath of relief, I smelt the coffee he normally drank on his breath. “Thank goodness. I was just telling you that dinner is ready, so we can go get some food to eat.”

I nodded. “I think I need something inside of me.”

Oh, fuck! That came out so wrong! I hope Ford didn’t pick up on that!

“You certainly do. Come, dear. Let’s go eat.”

I nodded before following him onto the elevator. In somewhat comfortable silence, we rode the elevator up to the first floor of the Mystery Shack, and we went into the dining room.

Soos was nowhere to be seen, but the young twins, Dipper and Mabel, were at the table, plus Stan. I decided to sit next to Ford, but as I was sitting down, Stan decided to voice his displeasure.

“Uh-uh. Stand up,” he said my name.

“Stanley! Enough!” Ford thundered. “This is becoming utterly ridiculous! Leave her be!”

Mabel and Dipper exchanged looks as Stan muttered something underneath his breath before Soos came back out. He had a joyful look on his face, which dropped once he saw the table.

“Hey dudes! …what happened?” He asked.

None of us cared to verbally answer him, so he just shrugged and sat down. Apparently, he had made enchiladas, which I strangely craved.

The dinner itself was awkward, but it wasn’t the worst one I sat through.

I thanked Soos for the dinner, and said my goodbyes to Dipper, Mabel and Stan.

Before I left, Mabel gave me her number. Just for me to give her some tips on how to become a succubus.

Goodness, that girl is a hoot.

Ford walked me back to my home, and once I arrived, I turned to him.

“Thanks for walking me back, again,” I told him.

Ford smiled. “It was the least I could do after you had to survive the onslaught,” he said as I laughed.

“I told you, it’s fine,” I said. “But if you want to spend time together… you know how to reach me.”

Ford maintained his smile. “That I do,” he said. “Goodnight, dear. Get some rest.”

“You too. Rest well.”

As I entered my home and closed the door, he began walking back. Even though I was somewhat joking the first time we met at the diner, I’m kinda glad he’s walking me back home. It makes me feel safe whenever he’s with me.

As I got ready for bed, and laid in it, I couldn’t fall asleep right away like I normally do. What was happening with my body, too?

I normally wasn’t so hot and bothered around him. His voice is naturally deep, but at that time…

Shit. I think he turned me on by accident. I think my flame has been reignited.

I need a cold shower.

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knebulanight · 2 years ago

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Stretched out my character design muscles by turning a bunch of my favorite* Pokémon into cute girls inspired by the original creatures.

(*Galarian Weezing and Clodsire aren't as high on the list as the rest, I just had some fun character design ideas for them, but everyone else is definitely my top 10)

Character names and short bios below the cut:

Glaceon (x2) | Firn & Mint | Duo magicians specializing in ice magic illusions and fantastic icicle displays, they're part of a band of performers.

Farigiraf | Zarifa | The curator of her own museum. She has a fondness for the old, dusty, magical, and especially cryptic.

Falinks | Hexa Semestre | Genius inventor, master of technology, immature brat, and super full of herself. Very much chaotic neutral, she's prone to nice and naughty acts alike, but it heavily depends on her mood and whoever is paying her with the tastier snacks.

Whirlipede/Scolipede | Latrielle | A high-ranking member of a secret evil organization. She specializes in taming and breeding dangerous beasts and insects with her unique charm and strange magicks.

Ribombee | Talis | A teeny tiny pollen collector and seller. Using her fairy intuition, she's able to tap into the mystical power of flower pollen, and turn them into a powerful healing substances and painting materials.

Sylveon | Pennon | An energetic acrobat who's part of the Glaceon Twins' performing troup. She also part-times as a candy shop clerk. Which candy shop, you ask? All of them.

Galarian Weezing | Madam Miasma | An eccentric perfume maker and wandering saleswoman. She shrouds herself with her own special perfumes. Her mood, methods, and prices dramatically shift with each kind of aroma.

Breloom | Boleta | An apothecary who lives by herself in the forest, studying mushrooms. She's learned the effects of many fungi breeds and their spores, and weaves them into her staff and self-defense fighting tactics.

Slither Wing | Dawn / "Daybreaker" | Professional wrestler in the evening, monster fighter in the morning. "Daybreaker" wakes up squarely at sunrise to fend off the daily influx of giant monsters that threaten her peaceful city.

Clodsire | Daisy | A simple lackadaisical young girl who's often seen prowling the marketplace, conversing with random passersby and indulging in free samples.

Wailord | Lady Duchess McGalleon | The only child, heir, and right hand to a canned plankton tycoon. While patiently waiting for her huge inheritance, she helps her father by overseeing the company's workers, always looming tall over them.

Typhlosion | Ignis Megaboom | She's always throwing herself into fights with no purpose, but her behavior is likely due to insecurities or something. The only time you'll see her exhibit patience is when she's charging up her explosive attacks.

bonus doodles & sketches, including some scrapped designs:

#pokemon gijinka #character design #art

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yuadokjon · 10 months ago

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know your place, fool

summary: you had dared to break up with sukuna. via text. and now you face the consequences.

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You teetered back and stammered, "D-did you see my text? I said I want to brea-"

Sukuna cut you off with a dismissive wave, "Answer my question, sweetheart."

"I already did," you shot back, feeling somewhat brave. The hand that had snuck quietly behind the door now balled into an angry fist. Your shock and fear seemed to melt away as your forgotten rage ignited within you. Was that really important right now? Was he really showing up at your doorstep out of the blue an hour after having read your breakup text, no excuses, no explanation, no effort to engage? Did he think you were joking? He infuriated you.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed at your cryptic counter for a spell before widening again, and he barked with laughter, causing you to jump. You could see the glint of the round piercing perfectly centered in the inked sigil within his mouth bouncing along with his laughs. He swiveled a finger towards himself in feigned surprise then feigned pouting hurt, "Oh, me? Me? I'm the asshole?"

"You're so funny, sweetheart," he praised sarcastically, and you grimaced. He repeated pet names like that only when he was really pissed. Only his eyes hinted at how little humor he truly found in this situation at all. He honestly did not know what he found more adorable -- your dumb comebacks or, eyeing the tiny fists on either side of your body, that you thought you could fight your way out of this. His laughs soon died away, and your blood ran cold from the silence that replaced it. Like icicles, hanging heavily over your head. Ready to drop and skewer you at any given moment. Your earlier cowardly emotions came rushing back with a vengeance to wrest control from your smoldering anger. He took another step, which you paralleled without thinking, and crossed over the threshold. A casual kick from Sukuna later, and the door swung back into its frame with a loud bang. There went your escape route.

"Be serious," his voice low, "Who were you expecting?"

"L-listen, can we jus--?"

"I thought I told you to delete the number of every guy you know except me," he continued over you.

"Sukun--"

"You know I don't like when you do that."

"It was just Chos--"

His hand shot out and shoved itself into your mouth, pinching your tongue between his nails. Hard. You yelped.

"So forgetful. What else did I tell you?" Sukuna ran a hand through his pink hair and tutted at your pitiful yowls, "I despise another man's name coming out of that pretty mouth. I could rip out your tongue right now." *

You felt his fingers twitch to emphasize his point. You thought you tasted iron. He stretched out his free hand towards you, and you shakily dropped your phone into the awaiting palm. He released your tongue and tapped the top of your head with a smile, pleased at how well he had trained his girl. So smart! Yet so very, very stupid. He wiped his saliva-coated fingers up and down your cheeks until clean and cocked his head to the side as he pored over your notifications. He only had seconds before the phone started to buzz urgently.

"Choso, huh?" he finished your earlier sentence as he read aloud the name that filled the screen, and you held your breath. A brow twitched in irritation. He knew it. The device's desperation rang ignored by Sukuna as he tapped it against his chin, staring up at the popcorned ceiling then down at you deep in thought.

Choso, huh, he echoed in his mind. You thought to call him up? Him? That loser? He was always hanging around you. The droopy mop that eagerly followed around to pick up and clean after you, wicking away what tears you spilled in its presence. Even with all the precautions that he lovingly undertook for you, he still couldn't seem to shake Choso off you. Like a ghost that you welcomed to haunt your every step. And Sukuna knew exactly what he thought of him since the idiot wasn't afraid to hide it from anyone, either. More than once Sukuna wanted to wrench off those ponytails stupidly flaring out from either side of his head, and more than once you had quickly swooped in between the two men before fists or worse flew. He didn't understand what his brother -- or you -- saw in that depressive freak (though he did begrudgingly acknowledged the freak's gall). What a loser. So unhappy with his own life that he felt compelled to seek and corrupt whatever happiness surrounded him. Sad, pathetic, lonely virgin loser.

In fact, it was probably all his fault that you've been acting so strange lately. Knowing how important his friendship was to you, Sukuna, in all his grace, might have turned a blind eye or three here and there whenever the two of you had connected...and this was how the lucky bastard repaid his generosity? Holding the privilege of having your ear while abusing it to whisper such falsities that poisoned him to you? He didn't doubt that Choso was only doing all of this in the hopes of filling what holes that Sukuna presently occupied. And owned. The call soon died while lost in his thoughts, and you breathed a sigh of relief which you would later wonder how -- how could you have possibly believed that he was in any mood to let this go? The edges of his lips curled into a sneer as an idea took root. Guess a reminder was long overdue. For you and Choso both.

"N-no, you can't," you panted weakly and stared up at Sukuna with the most pleading eyes you could muster as you watched him redial. Please. Not him. You already had so few friends left. You couldn't imagine what he had planned, but you were apprehensive of whatever it was that had inspired that expression. He hushed and stroked your hair idly while humming along to the dialing music. Your cells screamed again, begging you to fight, escape, run, move, anything! Now! While he might distracted! But you remained there, frozen to the spot as he played with your locks, more terrified to incur his wrath than to suffer his humiliation. He perked when the tune stopped and turned the phone towards you.

It's for you, he mouthed and draped a hand over his giggling face. You stared back from him to the picture of you and Choso on your screen in disbelief at what was transpiring.

"Hello? Hello?!" You whimpered at the sound of your friend's panicked voice. "Y/N, I am so sorry. Some asshole slashed my tires and --"

"Hey, asshole," Sukuna interrupted and took the phone back, cradling it between his ear and shoulder, "I don't appreciate you hanging around my girl, you creepy fuck."

The other line went silent, broken by a low growl that preceded and permeated the normally soft-spoken speech, "Where is she?"

"Oh," Sukuna turned back to you with a wink followed by his eyes wandering down lower and lower. You suddenly wished you had something more than just an oversized hoodie and pajama shorts on. He continued, "She's doing just fine, don't you worry about her."

"S...stop it," you hoarsely whispered and swatted away his hand before rushing to grab the device a second too late. You pounded his chest as you found your voice again, "Stop it! Get out! I hate you! I HAT--"

You found yourself on the ground and your ears rang, tears springing to your eyes as your entire backside finally registered the pain. What happened? Who was pleading with you and calling your name so many times? He sounded so worried and he so far away...

A tattooed hand was latched onto your face again, forcing down whatever fight you had left in you. You instinctively clawed at the attached arm until Sukuna squeezed your cheeks enough to bruise, and you stopped. The smile returned to his face, and he loosened his viselike grip. Slightly.

"Shh, shh...it's ok," he reassured seemingly to you both and crouched down closer with the phone until you could feel his hot breath descend on your face. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol invaded your nose through the thin window his fingers had left. It brought you fully out of your daze, and you don't know how you missed such a stink before. You cringed but kept your glare on Sukuna steady which only widened his grin. His girl was such a fighter. But the man knew exactly how he could make her lose over and over again until she finally yielded. You would surrender. You would submit. But it would be a bit before you got over your latest tantrum. You just loved to fight him, and he just loved watching you try. He closed his eyes and gave you a cartoonishly loud kiss on the back of his hand that still held you so painfully then snickered delightedly as you fumed. He truly infuriated you.

He moved back in to leave a trail of pecks down your forehead, eyes, cheekbones, jaw, forcefully angling your head all the while to give him more access to your skin. His other hand snaked in to grab a handful of your ass and pull you into him. He paused at your neck, and his eyes briefly flitted up to meet yours before glancing down again. He licked his lips, lingering a little on his canines, then aggressively kissed and sucked away at the back of your neck. He wanted to cover you. Mark you as his in a way that the whole world would know. Your face was already starting to resemble his, the way the reddening lines under his fingers traced your lower jaw and the older ones aligned beneath your eyes. But where else, where else? He had acquired so many tattoos and so many options. Maybe your wrists next? Your shoulders? Your arms, he decided, as you continued to wriggle around. He wrapped his long fingers around your biceps and snapped them to your sides, the phone clattering beside your head. You squeaked. You could feel his digits digging into your bones, violet rings sure to appear the next morning. As much as he loved your spirit, he was beginning to tire of it. How much longer were you going to fight him? He pressed his forehead to yours, his red eyes boring into you with unquestionable demand burning within them: "You be good now, okay? Let us hear your sweet sounds."

He slid down without waiting for any signal from you, as did his hands along the lengths of your arms until they stopped at your wrists and gathered them together overhead. You felt cool wood under your thumbs. He freed one hand to slide your shorts down your legs and took his prized seat between your thighs, hooking your legs over his broad, broad shoulders. You could hear only the drumming of your rabbiting heart that drowned out the hungry sighs that greeted your inner thighs. He knelt down and pushed his nose into your hidden entrance and inhaled deeply, even closing his eyes to better worship the scent. Oh, how he missed this. You just smelled so damned good. The best. And Sukuna only deserved the best. Of course he wasn't going to let you get away. He gnawed at the hem of your underwear, his fangs grazing your skin, until he found purchase and jerked it back. As your exposed warmth met the cold air, you reflexively shut your legs around him, which he easily parried with a loud smack of his palm. He smirked.

"Be good now," he reminded before prying your legs apart again and tossing your underwear aside with a fling of his fingers. Finally. He ran a long slobbering stripe up your cunt, the grooves of his titanium barbell rumbling through every dip and rise within your walls. You shuddered, suppressing the noise that threatened to escape out of you. He hummed at your subdued reaction to his test. He took another experimental lick down and your feet arched against air, though you prevailed through another strangled bout of sounds. He wasn't even upset. Fight as you might against your higher instincts, your baser ones exposed you for the whore you were. You amused him so much.

"Nuh uh, doll," he sighed, "What did I say?"

Maddening. You could just slap that stupid grin off his stupid, fucking face. If you could see him past the gathered folds of your hoodie, that is. At some point, Sukuna had pushed it up to expose your breasts as well and obstruct your view. Not being able to monitor whatever he was doing down below only served to heighten your sensitivity. All you could glimpse was the shock of pink hair and nothing below, but you could guess as much -- he was enjoying the shit out of torturing you like this.

He took a few more careful licks before plunging fully into you and contorting his pierced tongue expertly around every point he knew you to be extra vulnerable. You couldn't breathe. You didn't dare to, because you knew that would mean the end. It was taking your entire energy and focus -- what little of both you had left -- to not release any of the noises that were choking your throat. But you were losing your resolve as fast as you felt something inside you build and build. And build. You furrowed your brows. Oh god.

You couldn't. Choso. You were so sorry, Choso.

You gasped and rivers of increasingly loud nonsense streamed through your lips, sometimes punctuated by coherent phrases but most times flooded with just animalistic mewls and moans as you writhed and bucked your hips into Sukuna's jaws. His hand still pinned your wrists together overhead, the only part of your body that didn't seem to be squirming about. You prayed that the phone beside you couldn't pick up any of the babbling involuntarily coming out of you or that Choso had hung up a long time ago. It had been silent for a while. But you were also starting to care less and less as everything except the feeling of the powerful thick muscle violating your insides faded away into oblivion. Oh, how you missed this. He just fucked you so damned well. The best. And didn't you deserve the best as his woman? Of course you weren't going to leave him. You felt that something snap, and you gushed into your boyfriend's expectant mouth that greedily devoured all, save for the droplets that dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt. He let you down to rest shakily atop his thighs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, beaming down at you: "Good girl!"

You couldn't even hear his praise within your giant hood that had bobbed around earlier and collapsed atop your face. It just rebounded your ragged breaths. And your fight or flight instincts had quieted some time ago, too, though you weren't quite sure when. They were but dull murmurs now, smothered by the absolute ecstasy that came at you in violent waves. You moaned as you came down from your high, dreamily pushing your hips into Sukuna when you felt something hard poke you.

"Hey, what's the matter?" The words drifted into your ears muffled and faint, but you caught the sound of a belt unbuckling and a quiet but unmistakable zip. "You're not finished already, are you?"

"Tell me, sweetheart," he cooed as he switched the phone to his other shoulder and continued louder through his grunts, "What was it you were thinking? You thought we should what? Break up? And you thought to call Choso up, hmm? You thought you would just move on from the best dick you ever had and have a cute little thing with your dear friend Choso? Can bestie Choso make you feel like this?"

He shoved the microphone end in front of your swollen, parted lips. Your phone's screen became cloudier with each gasp and cry that Sukuna pushed out of you with every rock and roll.

"What was that, darling?" he called out from above and stopped.

"N-no no...no," you said in a stupor, half in answer and half in protest. What did he say again? The phone and his questions were already long forgotten in your mind. You didn't even know what the correct answer was but it felt right. You prayed it was, if only to get Sukuna to resume. You whined needily and pressed back into him.

"No," he agreed and ground into you that your heavenly sigh chased after, "this pussy is mine. This pussy was made for me and only me. Nobody else can take me so well except a perfectly molded cockdrunk whore like you."

"Y-yes, Sukuna."

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours, Su-suku-na."

"Whose pussy was this made for?"

"On-n-nly you, Su-ku-na!"

"That's right. I'm glad we learned our lesson."

Whatever Sukuna said was right was right, of course. He was always right. As if he read your mind, he rewarded your capitulation with rapid circles around your clit, drawing out even more squeals and affirmative wails of his name.

Your interrogator seemed pleased by your verbal pledges of fealty, but it was the physical ones you wouldn't be able to shy away from that were his real pride and joy. Your body was splattered with his scratches, bruises, red welts, and bites that had accumulated over however long you two had been going at it (he'd check exactly how long on your call log later since he still had to extract the recording app he secretly had installed). He admitted he had gone a shade overboard, the markings resembling nothing of the crisp clean black lines that glided down and around his body. So much for his original plan. But he admired his work nonetheless. The ones who didn't yet know who owned you would soon find out to stay clear away from you anyway. He swore it. He wouldn't be making the same mistake twice as he did with Choso. He retrieved the phone by your drooling face.

"So know your place, fool," he muttered into it one final time before chucking it away.

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* this line is taken from 2023 kdrama perfect marriage revenge.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna fic #sukuna #choso x reader #choso fic #choso #jjk #fics #wips

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ansxit · 1 month ago

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Like the Ocean

[Katsuki Bakugo x Reader]

a/n} to be cringe is to be free and we can thank my roommate for getting me back into bnha

(Also!! Please reblog + like!! It would really mean a lot to me !! <3)

Prologue

- [ Y/n L/n - Quirk: Water, She can manipulate any amount of water through the different states of matter and bend it to her will. She appears to have no limit to how much she can move ]

(Y/n) always wanted to become a hero. She had been training for it ever since she was young. Her quirk sounds simple but can be very dangerous, and when in use it takes constant focus to command it. However, ever since a dangerous incident in her childhood, her quirk hasn't been the same. Despite it all, she remains hopeful that she can grow to be a powerful Pro-Hero. Nothing will stand in her way.

Except, something does.

Someone by the name of Katsuki Bakugo.

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"That's why you'll never beat me, I'm leagues ahead of you."

"Says the boy who's scared of some rain."

TW] None

~Prologue~

The crashing waves along the shoreline did little to quell her nerves. The sand shifted underfoot as the girl raised her arms in a lax fashion. She could feel the ocean calling out to her, steadily eating away at the shore that divided them.

(Y/n) waved her wrists in the air, like some kind of bizarre dance. The water responded, eagerly following her movements, drinking in the commands. She could feel the cold settling into her limbs as the ocean reached out to her as they joined together.

Every night was ritualistic; She and the ocean would dance together, her anxiety would melt away as the water carried her, combining their strengths until she gathered a real hold over it. As she felt more confident in the sand, the water rose in front of her, taking shape as she moved. The cold of the night traveled through her arms when she pictured a tundra splitting the water, manipulating the floating water into thin icicles.

They dropped to the sand as she coerced the water, before raising her left arm to pick the ice back up. Icicles were trickier than normal water, her movements had to become frigid rather than fluid in order to properly control the shards around her. Ice didn't conform the way the water did, and trying to control water and ice at the same time was incredibly difficult.

The girl remembered what her parents had taught her when she was young: That water, no matter the phase, bends to her command. She only needs to take charge of it— however the girl begged to disagree.

The truth is that it worked the other way around; The water controlled the girl. It gave her a piece of its power when she was a toddler and she must treat it like it's equal, or else the waves would swallow her whole and she would drown within its grasp. Her only goals could be feigning control as she utilized her gift. Her only concerns were of the ocean that commanded her.

(Y/n) gracefully threw her arms into the air, pulling a giant section of the ocean to move with her and ripping it from the shore. The dark water hovered over her, refracting the moonlight to shine on her face. She bent her legs and swayed her arms, pushing the water through the air before finally launching it up.

She summoned the cold from deep within her chest, letting out a cry as she cupped her hands together, forcing the water into powdery clumps of snow. Snow was hard to summon, not quite water, not quite ice. One of the many inbetweens she had to practice. She had to get better. If she couldn't master her quirk then she had no hope to survive at UA.

As the snow gently fell, she absent mindedly snagged some droplets and swirled them around her. She got in on recommendation, of course, her parents would accept nothing less of her. However, she felt unfit.

She had stormed ahead of the competition at the recommendation exams, scoring third overall. But after hearing about the regular entrance exams, she felt cheated out of proving herself. The others with violent quirks had a better chance to make it in the world; Pro-Hero's may be known for saving people, but their power is what many people fixate on. Besides, there's a big difference between knowing how someone's quirk works and seeing it in action against a villain.

It was so unfair; She had an amazing quirk. She could move the ocean if she wanted to. The depths of it called out to her, she could feel it in her bones. She could freeze around all of Japan, create a never ending storm or rid the clouds completely. She just needed to prove herself, she needed to show them—

With a strangled cry (Y/n) slammed her hands into the sand, crystallizing a wall of ice that sprouted from the shoreline. Its jagged edges shimmered in the moon’s light. Dangerous, deadly.

As she exhaled, her breath fogged against the wall crystallizing as it moved up into the sky. her hands had become buried in the ice, but the cold was little shock to her. Rigorous training had kept her from hypothermia and frostbite, making her quirk easier to control.

Her quirk could be deadly when out of control, especially by the ocean. It was like a match with dynamite. One small reaction could flatten a mountain, or level a town. Hero's don't lose control, hero's don't fail.

The girl summoned her cold once again, picturing the ice melting into nothing. Slowly but surely, it began to evaporate leaving the trace of warmth into the air as it dissipated. The crashing of the waves brought her back to reality.

(Y/n) let out a sigh as she finally let the fatigue settle in. She walked over to a simple stone and looked at her phone, the time reading 23:39. As she stuffed it into her pocket, she began to stretch out, distressing from the power she had built up. Her arms would constantly cramp from overuse of her quirk when she was younger. The only reason she could think was because the water in her body desperately fought to stay in tune with the water she controlled. It was the same numbness after walking off of a treadmill, or standing for the first time in hours. Either way, stretching was the only way to remedy the soreness of the next morning.

Slowly she worked the knots out of her body, stretching each limb appropriately. Her parents probably wouldn't be happy she was staying out so late, especially the night before her first day…

‘Whatever’ She thought, wincing as her joints popped. ‘They're the ones always yelling about how I need to train more. Mom’s always saying I need better control anyways.’

With a final stretch, she raised her arms high and the tide finally receded from her feet, retreating to the usual waters edge. She smiled as little crabs scuttled after the shore, seeking shelter from the exposed air. As the remaining moisture receded into the sand, she pondered the question that beat in her heart and rang through her mind.

Can I still become a hero?

#fanfiction #bakugou x reader #bnha #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #my hero academia #mha x reader

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sweetcaress-oceanblue · 2 years ago

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Caretaker - Jack Mercer x Reader ✧

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it's been a hot minute since I posted, but the premise of this story is basically Jack survived the shot and you, being the sweet loving girlfriend you are, agree to look after him!

Pre-established relationship ꨄ

✰ content warning! ✩Swearing ✩mentions of alcohol, injuries and brief mental illness

(If any of these topics make you feel uncomfortable as you read, feel free to scroll on, I will try to mark places that involve these things with a purple '*')

➱ my masterlist

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✩ 2006

It's been a couple of months since every thing went down with the Mercers and Victor Sweet, and luckily Jackie survived being shot, but only by a hair. So with my short lived years at nursing school, and a lot of love for and idiot, I took it upon myself to look after him.

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"Hey Mercer it's me! Could you let me in?! " I yelled as I banged on the Mercer's door in the cold January weather. Just waiting for someone to open the fucking door. "Woah babe do you mind keeping the fucking noise down? " A tall, blondish-brunette said as he opened the door, rubbing his eyes with a look on his face that said "I don't mean to be rude I just have a killer hangover". A look that undeniably belonged to my boyfriend Jack, me and Jack had been together long-distance ever since he moved from Detroit, and now that he was back here for good I was so excited to spend as much time with him as a girl could, but that got put on hold for his brothers' revenge plan, which ultimately led to him being shot. Now I've bestowed the amazing job of taking care of him upon myself.

'Lovely to see you too Jackie, now let me in before my tits get icicles. '

He nodded and moved aside so I could come in, we walked into the living room and we sat down on the sofa with him lying between my legs as we watched TV,

'So why are you over here at this time in the morning? '

'Jack sweetheart I need to look after you, you've just gotten out of the hospital and I can already tell you've been drinking. ' I laughed as I messed with his already messy bed hair.

'It's not like that babe, I'm fine, me and my brothers were just having like a celebratory drink or whatever the fuck Bobby called it. '

'Oh that's cute, speaking of your brothers, where are they? '

'At Jerry's I think, they all stayed there but Jerry's wife drove me back here because in her words, I needed to be closer to you because you're the only one who can deal with me when I'm fucked. ' he laughed and fiddled with his hands as he said it, he seemed a bit embarrassed so i lightly kissed him on the head.

'That was sweet of her, and she's right, but anyways did you have a good time with your brothers? '

'Yeah until I could feel my brain practically throbbing this morning when I woke up. '

'Dearie me Jackie, what do I do with you? ' I laughed as I moved his head off of my lap and onto the nearest pillow as I got up and went to the kitchen.

'Babyyy come back please it's cold. '

'Jackie stop being a baby, I'm only making a cup of tea and I'll be right there! '

'Please be quick, you're the only thing helping these fucking gun wounds. '

'You can't rush a good tea baby, and how are your injuries? '

'About as good as you expect them to be, hurt like a fucking bitch, *not only that but ever since it happened I've been waking up in the middle of the night, breathing heavy and tears down my face.' As soon as I heard him say that I immediately stepped away from the kitchen and sat with him again, this time letting him lie on my chest with his arms wrapped around my stomach. I let him talk to me about his night terrors, he laughed to himself as he found it all a bit embarrassing.

'Jackie, in all seriousness that sounds like a symptom of PTSD don't you think?'

'Could be, I keep shakin' too, like it's really fucking weird and I can't even stop it, it only calms down when I'm with you. '

'Awh Jack, you truly are adorable, but I really think you should consider being checked out because it can get super dangerous if you don't talk to someone.'

'Then I'll be fine because I have you to talk to, don't I? ' I could feel him start to shake a little bit, probably thinking that he might not be able to have me as a safety net anymore now that he's "even more fucked up than before" . I shushed him comfortingly and started rubbing his back with my hands under his shirt, and when I felt him calm down I said to him,

'Of course you have me Jackie, and you always will no matter what happens, you can speak to me about anything, but I think at, some point when you're comfortable with the idea, speaking to a specialist would help.'

'Yeah, at some point, but I feel safe here. With you I mean. Ever since I got shot I've been more on edge than ever and I'm always getting myself worked up about everything. Hell sometimes Bobby can't even ask me if I'm doing okay without me yelling at him. I don't want to but I feel so out of control in my own body. But when I'm with you I feel like all of that goes away and that I could just stay here with you forever. I mean it's fucking stupid but you get the idea. ' I could feel a tear fall onto my stomach, so I motioned for him to sit up. I sat in front of him face to face and opened my arms so he could hug me, and he fully embraced me and buried his head deep into my neck.

'I know it's tiring Jackie, and I understand that you feel like you're out of control, and that's why I'm here to look after you, and I always will look after you as long as you need me to, and it's not stupid and it never will be because I love you so much Jackie it's unbelievable. '

'I love you too baby, I love my little caretaker. ' he said as I wiped his tears with my thumbs, and he leaned in and kissed me as gently as he could. I always cherished the moments where Jack could feel vulnerable with me, because I feel as if the environment he grew up in, didn't give him that luxury, as his older brothers always felt as if vulnerability was a weakness, but it was because they had also been influenced by their environment, even with Evelyn that mindset had always stuck with them.

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After a while, me and Jack had went to his room and fallen asleep in his bed after having something to eat, then we had woken up a couple hours later.

'Now what do you want to do Jackie?'

'Whatever you want baby. '

'Wanna watch Grease? '

'Please baby pleasee you know you love 'em! '

'Okay fine, just for my sweet caretaker though. '

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The end! I hope you enjoyed what felt like forever, please consider leaving a comment as they rlly make my day x

Love you loads 💗💗

#jack mercer #jack mercer x reader #four brothers

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49-ibr · 9 months ago

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It echoed through her veins like a song: singing so sweetly, so beautifully, but with ice in its trembling throat.

The pain was like a million needles impaling you at once. The pain was like pricking your finger on the point of an icicle. The pain was bloodless and cruel.

And it was wholly and utterly unignorable.

The girl bit down on her fist, which hurt just as violently as what came from the depths of her soul. But it was a good kind of hurt. A safe kind of hurt. A hurt she could control.

She could give others her hurt, of course. It would only take a single touch. She would be free: temporarily free.

But she refused to.

And so she felt it all herself.

(This is based on the magic of Pain in my upcoming series, 49! Book 01 is out May 7th 2024!)

#my post #49ibr #writing #writeblr #fantasy #my writing #mini snippet #writer #writers #angst

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supersizemeplz · 2 years ago

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I’ll Be Right Back

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A mini #supersizedfic that will hopefully get me back into the swing of things. I’ve missed writing so much and I pray that I find my spark again.

A few icicles housed the outside of the bedroom window, proving just how cold it really was outside. The chilled wind fought and failed to make it into the cozy abode of the couple inside. Hitting the window and turning away without a harder attempt. Sunlight was beginning to make its way through the sheer curtains and cascade onto whatever it could touch. The soft sounds of the ceiling fan droned on, doing its hushed dance. Sounds of some romantic comedy dominated the airwaves and held the attention of the two lovers on the silk sheets a few feet away. A silk bonnet adorned the head of the beauty that draped her leg over her handsome prince.

The silk shorts she wore hugged her soft thighs that also served as the hand rest for her handsome fellow. His thumb gave a soothing back and forth to rub small circles into her vanilla scented skin. The fabric of her long sleeved shirt had risen to expose her soft belly and a peek of her love handles, giving her boyfriend his much appreciated physical touch. The soft scent of his cologne soothed her senses as her breathing calmed to match his. She found herself grinning every so often as she felt him shift to pull her closer.

All weekend they had been in each other's skin. Damn near, at least. The town was almost closed down due to the snow and ice, granting them the time to enjoy one another for the past 72 hours. Salt trucks had been working on the roads and the annoying rain had stopped the day before. The weather was forecast to be sunny and with the sun came the ice melting on the roads. So before they were forced to go back to work, they would savor these moments.

Everything felt so perfect. So calm and peaceful. Until it wasn't.

The annoying buzz and vibrate of a cell phone broke you both from the movie before them. Erik sighed, looking over to his phone. Not wanting to answer but knowing that it could be important. Her soft brown eyes met his and she shook her head. Placing a hand against his stomach, she gave a persuasive rub. "Ignore it, baby. You can call them back later." She pressed a kiss to his skin, hoping that he would just stay in bed with her.

He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her warm skin. "It could be important, baby. I gotta take it. I'll be quick." He sat up and she hugged his torso to slow him down. Like he wasn't mostly muscle. The laugh he let out made her smile as he allowed her to stall him. The phone silenced and she smiled at the small victory. Until it began to ring again. She groaned and released him from her grip, accepting that he needed to answer the call. He sat up from the comfort of the pillows, grinning as she held a mug on her face. "Quit making that face, girl."

She fought off a grin, accepting the two pecks that he gifted her lips. Humming as he pulled from the lingering of the last one. "Make it snappy." He nodded at her playful demand and answered the phone. She watched the side of his face as he spoke to whoever was on the phone. His dimples appeared and vanished as he talked about some report that had been emailed among him and his coworkers.

Once he stood from the bed, her eyes went to the sweats that hugged low on his hips. Remembering that he was free balling since he'd slipped the comfy pants on after their shower together an hour or so earlier. She admired the muscles in his back as he searched for something on his laptop, watching as he held the phone between his shoulder and his ear. Her mind began to wander to the sinful pleasures that gifted him the faint scratches that peppered his skin. A few weeks old from a session that happened after a drunken date night.

"I'll be right right back, baby. I gotta handle something at the office." His words brought her back to the present in an instant.

"Wait, what?" She sat up at the unwanted words. "You can't handle it tomorrow? What about my booty rubs? You sure you wanna leave this?"

He smirked, watching her turn her backside to him. She gave a soft smack to the soft flesh, arching to gift him a teasing shake. "Of course, I don't wanna leave my baby. But it'll only take an hour. This client has a deadline and they want to go over the presentation before we present it." As he spoke, he worked on getting dressed into something warm.

She didn't say anything else as she watched him slip on some sneakers to match his red Nike tech. His chain peeked out as he turned his attention back to her. A charming smile adorned his lips as he approached her again.

"How could you do this to me, E?" She pouted, crossing her arms across her breasts. "I thought you loved me." He barked out a laugh, catching her chin gently to make her look up at him. Her bottom lip poked out as he attempted to give her kisses. To which she wouldn't break in to give him. That made him pull back to look at her.

"I know your dramatic ass before stop pouting and give me my kisses." He spoke gently and she broke in at the sound of his voice. Using both his hands, he pulled her closer as they shared a slow kiss. Her body began to relax into his the deeper it went. She moaned as he gave her a light squeeze. When they pulled apart, he licked his lips. "When I get back, I'll bring you a surprise and give you all the booty rubs you want."

She perked up at that, smiling a little. "You promise?"

He chuckled, nodding. "I promise. And I'd never break a promise to my baby. I love you too much." She did a squeal, hugging him again as she mumbled a 'damn right'.

#black reader #black panther #erik stevens #erik x reader #oneshot #erik kilmonger fic #plussized reader #black woman #supersizedfic

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mulling-over-milgram · 1 year ago

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songs I associate with Milgram characters

(The short version)

haruka - abnormality dancing girl / hitorinbo envy / snail / love me more / guilty (MARINA)

yuno - lavender (but like only some bits of it “what happens when you leave me too” for example ) / eat up its good for you

fuuta - wisdom / I can talk / bug / usseewa / wreaking ball / kill the lights / devil town / burning pile / those eggs aren’t dippy (but like only up to the ‘I don’t want to die’ part) / 10 feet tall / fighter

muu - lower ones eyes / Michelle / girl A

shidou - space randevouz / body / I deserve to bleed

Mahiru - something super sweet / me and my husband

Kazui - turtles all the way down

amane - milk carton(I so normal about amane milk carton promise) / Icicles / catabolic seed / gretel / we see you opal

mikoto - karma / lemon boy / rather sleep / inferiority(john)(as in the person who wrote the song not the character)

kotoko - the wolf / hollow moon / the wolf (crane wives this time)

es - a sadness runs through him

tatsumi - angel

Feel free to re-blog and add into this ^^

#Milgram

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wookieejamcrew · 7 months ago

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idk if you’re looking for prompt requests from that last post so ignore this if not, but if you are: “ Cut loose, have fun! ”

(if you’re looking for characters also, Ros? if not then also ignore this kajdjajjsjsk)

thank u so so much for giving me the opportunity to write about my girl!!! hope u don't mind some inquisitor!ros ;) oh and would u look at that seventh's here too

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“Sister dearest.”

Ros’s scrutinizing eyes darted to the source of her shrill trilling—to her Sister dearest. Ros's focus fell back onto their conquest, neatly roped and panting heavily through his gag. Ros watched the devaronian’s chest barrel and collapse with each strained respiration. She licked her lips, and the Seventh Sister chuckled coldly.

The Seventh Sister made a loud click with her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she mimed a box being checked off. “That’s what we in the Inquisitorius call a mission efficiently accomplished,” her tone was sardonic. “Fine work, cadet. I’ll be sure to report to the Grand Inquisitor what a well-behaved mutt he's found. How adequately you follow orders."

Ros flushed, but it was the Jedi informant’s desperate attempts to free himself in the absence of her undivided attention that really got her going. He managed to spark some friction between the manacles on his wrists. He was searching for some fatal flaw. Ros tilted her head at his concerted efforts, much like her pet-namesake.

“Need help?” she delicately asked the man. He ignored her. Despite her being the one to corner him, capture him, to bind and gag him, he refused to see her as a threat. What he saw was a little girl who got lucky. Ros was already twenty, though few believed it. The Grand Inquisitor warned her that the Force might change that part of her—the fullness of her cheeks, that glow of youth, but she noticed no pallor skin nor periocular sallowing since her graduation from Arkanis two years ago. If anything, she felt preserved like in ice, unchanged and frozen in that cage of adolescence.

Ros squatted lower, leaning into her prey, so it felt more intimate when she breathed out, “Sir, I asked if you need my help.”

The man tried to butt his horned-head against her chin, but she flinched, falling onto her backside. There was that delight again, her Sister’s cruelty the symphony to her failed attempt at intimidation. Ros felt that swell of kinetic energy, the Force, beg for release.

Not a second wasted, the Seventh Sister grasped Ros in her taloned fist and hoisted her up. She said, as intimately as Ros’ endeavored to, “Cut loose,” her exhalation hot against the shell of her ear, “have fun.”

“We have to bring him in alive,” Ros whispered back.

“And we will. Because you were given an order, and you, well, you are so good at taking orders. Cut. Him. Loose, Sister.”

Ros chewed her lip until she tasted the tang of herself. She ignited her lightsaber. The Seventh Sister rolled the man face-first into the pavement, then held him still by pressing her boot between his shoulder blades.

“Careful,” the Seventh Sister warned them both, “she’s new to this.”

Ros tongued the front of her teeth, staining them pink. She recalled the Grand Inquisitor’s instruction on precision: discipline your active mind, eliminate your distractions. She eyed the Seventh Sister with hostility, angled her red blade so its tip faced her, then sliced downwards at the binding of his waiting wrists. And the man, so pumped full of adrenaline, easily pushed the Seventh Sister off him. In the ecstasy of his escape, he had forgotten that his legs were still tied, and he flopped uselessly back onto the ground. Predictably, this thrilled the Seventh Sister, who looked at Ros in sadistic fellowship: It’s what the arrogant bastard deserves, her smile said. Worse, Ros’s tentatively said back. She felt herself perspire, cold pendants of sweat rolled down her spine like an icicle losing its integrity to the heat of a bright star. The man squirmed beneath her.

#wookieejamcrew's fic #ros korine #seventh sister #inquisitorius #project harvester oc #uwu evil family #perchance a touch of evil yuri

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lupinsloverr · 3 days ago

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Warmth

Remus x fem!reader

Summary ~ You go to the quidditch tournament to support James and Sirius. You find Remus there as well, he's anxious to be in the crowd but your company calms him and his company keeps you warm.

Fluff, handholding, comfort, body warmth, mutual pining.

The stands were packed as you made your way into them. Lily had told you she'd sit with you but she had to cancel last minute to catch up on schoolwork. It seemed James has been taking up too much of her time. James who you were at the game to support along with your friend Sirius Black.

Your eyes scanned the stands for any familiar face to sit with and they landed on Remus. He was wearing one of his sweaters, even though you were freezing wearing layers of clothing along with your robe you knew his body temperature worked differently. Even though you knew he was probably hot as a kettle, the way he seemed to huddle into himself at the moment made it seem the opposite.

He was uncomfortable, you realized. Remus wasn't fond of loud and busy crowds. Which is why you hadn't expected to find him at a Slytherin versus Gryffindor game. You'd thought he'd stay in the library and read.

"Moony!" You called out.

His attention quickly turned towards you. A faint smile colored his face as he waved with a small book in his hand. Remus has held feelings for you since third year, he just didn't know how to put it into words and was afraid you wouldn't feel the same. So instead he settled for your friendship.

The two of you met halfway on the Gryffindor stands.

"Sorry to break it to you love, but our mascot isn't a human Icicle." Remus teased as his eyes swept over the rest of your figure.

"Well it'll have to be considering this bloody quidditch match happens to be on the windiest day ever."

Remus rolled his eyes, "You're such a drama queen. Sirius has competition."

You laughed knowing very well that you had nothing on Sirius's level of dramatic.

Remus fiddled with his now free hands, he'd slid his book into his back pocket, something you found attractive. You noticed he'd ditched the cane today. And even though he's told you and the boys not to fuss over him, you still didn't like him unnecessarily being on his feet for too long.

"Wanna sit over there?" You point to the seats in corner of the tower. It wasn't as crowded as the other areas in the Gryffindor stands.

Remus nodded taking a moment to admire how cute you looked with your cheeks all red. He'd have to thank the chilly weather even though you despised it.

You smiled at him before gently taking his hand and leading him to the seats. Remus reveled in how good it felt to have your hand in his. How right it felt and when you'd reached the seats he didn't want to let go... neither did you. So instead you pretended it was a platonic action as you took a seat.

"You really are freezing." Remus said in all seriousness.

You dragged your eyes away from the pitch to look at your concerned friend, "I'm fine."

Liar. Remus thought, not taking his gaze off of yours.

The crowd suddenly stood and cheered. You and Remus had been so busy ogling each other that you missed James score.

"Yeah James!" You called feeling a tad guilty.

When you glanced at Remus you found him still staring at you. You doubt he even payed any of his attention to the field.

"C'mere." He muttered, scooting closer to you. Releasing your hand he moved it around your back and pulled you in. "I'll keep you warm, dove."

You shuddered at the feel of him, even with an armor of clothes on you could feeling his warmth.

"Thank you, Moons." You said leaning into him.

"Anything for my favorite girl."

Cass speaks ~ Oh how I love Remus Lupin. I have a marauders one shot story on wattpad and I decided I should post some of them up here.

#marauders #fanfic #remus lupin #quidditch #moony #mutual pining

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nancypullen · 5 months ago

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Monday

Ugh, Monday. I knew it was going to be an exceptionally busy day at work and I was right. Normally I enjoy being right, today...not so much. I got up and got myself ready, choosing comfortable and cool clothing. I fortified myself with caffeine, and headed in to do battle. We're in full blown summer programming at the library and my first task of the day was to teach 25 kids how to build a bee hotel. Most of them did a fabulous job (*cough*the girls*cough*) and left with a home for mason bees that was beautifully decorated and even named. My favorite was The Buzz On Inn.

There were a handful (*cough*theboys*cough) who had no intention of following any sort of directions and built everything from rockets to cowbells. I think their moms made them attend. Still, they were well-behaved and they all left happy. They learned a lot about mason bees whether they wanted to or not. I'm not sure why the library scheduled this program at the end of June when those particular bees are not looking for homes, but we've flooded the bee hotel market with properties and all are welcome. I was able to clean up pretty quickly after the program, and once I'd tucked some things back in their boxes up in the haunted attic, I realized I actually had some...*gasp* unscheduled time. That never happens. I grabbed my book list for July's displays and started pulling from the shelves. Once I had a full cart I slapped up the pitiful decor that I'd made and called it done. In honor of the 4th...

Not my best work, but an appropriate place to display books about Revolutionary War spies, pirates, and women -a little something more than the stuff we learned in history class. George agreed with me.

I designed those silly posters and then printed them at Walgreens. There's almost always a 50% coupon on their website so you can do it for just a couple bucks. Comes in handy if you ever need a poster or a protest sign- I've used it for both.

The second display is awful, so I need to jazz it up a bit. They've taken my bookcase to use for summer reading prize and t-shirt storage, so I'm stuck with this dumb rolling cart.

I think I should add snowflakes or icicles... or just leave it alone because I'm the only one who cares. Actually I'm caring less and less because I PUT IN MY NOTICE. Ohmygosh, I just said it out loud. I have mixed feelings, but it all comes back to the fact that I originally just wanted a volunteer gig, or at most a part-time job. I was not looking for a career or the many, many, many hours of programming, planning, and after-hours work just to keep the place afloat. I really, really didn't want to be a quitter. When people around me were resigning left and right I became more determined to stick it out. But honestly, at this stage of my life my time and my health are precious and this job was sapping both. They've been very kind and have asked what they might be able to change that would make me stay - my kneejerk reaction was, everything. I don't want to leave on a sour note, so I'm just thanking them for the opportunity. I may even propose to them that now that they know my work ethic and I've already been through the background checks and all that - perhaps they'd like me to volunteer now. I could pop in and do the never-ending shelving and even continue the monthly displays. I'd love to do that. Do I expect them to be smart and take advantage of capable and free help? No. I suppose it's time to just put it all in my rearview mirror and appreciate what I've learned. Besides, I just *might* have something even better on the horizon - something that would be on my own time, from my own house, and involve tapping away on this keyboard while my brain spills out ideas. I suppose I've cursed the whole thing by even mentioning it, so I'll stop there and just hope for the best. So that's it. My big news on a Monday is that I won't have to worry about Mondays much longer. This Friday we'll collect the grandgirl for a couple of days, then Matt will fly in on July 1st and we'll all gather to celebrate the 4th. Matt leaves on the 7th (our 40th wedding anniversary!) and Mickey leaves on the 8th for Atlanta to see his mother. She's having a little medical procedure and he's going to be stepping and fetching for her. As of the 8th I'll be home alone, enjoying the silence, and I'll start painting my desk and hutch. Just me, a can of paint, and a true crime podcast...sounds heavenly. I'm finding my groove again. I hope that you're all surviving this awful heat. There's just no reason for it. What good is it? I think the National Weather Service should issue a no brassiere advisory. It's torture. Anywho, things are changing for the better around here, maybe the weather will too. Ever the optimist. Take care of yourselves. Sending out love, take what you need and pass it on. Stay safe, stay well, keep cool. XOXO, Nancy

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flatassthrowaway · 1 month ago

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Passionately and Deeply

~Chapter Three, Childfree Edition~

Also there may be more than a few grammatical errors in here, feel free to ignore those.

Anyway, like always, I hope you enjoy!

New to the series? Read the prologue.

The air is warmer, the grass is greener, and my ties to this town are only becoming deeper.

Being with Ford on that fateful night took away nearly every fear I had. I felt like as long as I had him, nothing would stand in my way in life.

I think he pretty much confirmed the same thing with me.

And I couldn’t be happier about that.

In other news, his grand-niblings are on their way to visit him and his family up here in a few hours. They’ll be staying for the whole summer.

Melody had her child, which was a boy. She named him Jesús Alzamirano Ramirez Jr., right after Soos.

They’re such a sweet couple, and now a sweet family. I hope they have a prosperous life.

Abuelita is smitten over her new bisnieto, or her great-grandson. He is quite adorable, after all. He was born on April 4th, and he’ll be two months old on the 4th.

I even got to hold him several times when I visited. I forgot how soft they were, and how good they smelled. On my days off of work, I would make my way to the shack and just tend to him while his primary familial unit rested up.

Ford seems to like the little bean, too. Although he doesn’t really strike me as someone who would like babies, he really took a liking to him.

“You’re so good with that little tyke,” he told me.

I smiled up at him while holding the little bean. “Thanks,” I said. “It’s ironic, since I never want to be a mother or have children.”

Ford’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Truly? You never mentioned it.”

I smiled back down at the sweet baby in my arms. “It never came up,” I told him. “Not until this sweet boy came into our lives. Having a set amount of time with him is fine with me.”

Ford smiled. “On an unrelated note, how old are you again?” he asked.

I playfully raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask about a lady’s age?” I asked, playfully indignant. “I’ll be twenty seven in seven days.”

“Ah, so you’re a gemini like me,” he said. “My great niece told me about the zodiac signs and everything related to them.”

“Oh really? When’s your birthday then?” I asked.

“Stanley’s and my birthday is in two weeks from today, on the 15th of June,” he said.

“The twins have the twins zodiac. How about that,” I said, chuckling.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a twin, would you?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

“What a shame. I thought I would be able to set her up with Stanley,” Ford joked.

I playfully raised an eyebrow. “Who said my twin would be a woman?” I said.

Both of us just stared at each other before we softly broke out laughing.

All of a sudden, the door slammed open, and I saw two teenagers at the door, one boy and one girl.

That doesn’t matter that much, though.

What matters is that this sweet baby boy started crying when both of them busted through the door. I shushed him, trying to soothe him.

“We’re here!” the girl yelled as Ford shushed her. She lowered her head. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“Who’re you?” the boy asked.

“Dipper, my boy, meet my good friend,” Ford said my name, introducing me to his great nephew. “Come here, Mabel, I want you to meet her, too.”

I can see where she gets her electrifying personality from.

“Nice to meet you too, dear,” I told her, this sweet baby finally settling down back into slumber.

“My name’s Dipper,” Dipper introduced himself. “Is that Soos’ son or is that your own child?”

I shook my head. “It’s definitely not my child. I’m just watching him while he, Melody, and Abuelita rest.”

“Woah, can I hold him? Please please please? I promise I’ll be extra careful!”

“Not yet, darling. Go wash your hands before you touch him. His immune system is very fragile right now,” Ford told Mabel. Mabel dashed to the sink, and Dipper walked, following her.

“So they are your niece and nephew,” I remarked.

Ford turned to me and nodded. “Yes. Besides this little tyke, they are the closest thing to being my own children.”

I smiled as I turned my gaze back to the sweet baby in my arms. “Did you ever want children, Ford?”

“Not really, no,” he said. “I was focused on my work. In a way, everything I’ve worked on, and currently working on are my progeny. Even if I wanted to… I think it’s far too late for me to be a father.”

“That’s a fascinating way to put it,” I told him. “And I completely agree. My work is my baby.”

Ford chuckled as Mabel and Dipper both entered the living room, and Mabel made grabby hands towards Jesús. “Lemme see him~!” she said in her baby voice.

I handed him to her, and she was completely enamored by his baby charm. “Hi buddy. It’s your cousin, Mabel,” she said softly.

I guess when the moment really calls for it, she can be gentle.

“So…” Dipper said my name. “Or do you prefer Miss? Ms? Ma’am?”

I chuckled. “You can say my name, it’s alright, Dipper,”

“Good!” Dipper cleared his throat. “I-I mean, good. I just have a few questions for you.”

“I have a few questions for you, too!” Mabel declared. The baby in her arms cried again.

“My dear, let me take the little tyke while you… speak,” he said, taking Jesús in his arms.

Mabel led me upstairs and Dipper followed us into the attic, where they were sleeping. It smelled like dust mites and moth balls.

They couldn’t have gotten something more appealing for these kids? Honestly!

I’m busting Ford’s ass about this later.

“So…” Dipper said my name. “What is your occupation?”

I told both of them what I did.

“What about before you came to Gravity Falls? What did you do? Where did you live? Did you graduate from university?”

Mabel rolled her eyes. “Jeez Dipper, it’s like you never had a conversation before! It sounds like an interview!”

“Mabel, these are important things I need to know about Great Uncle Ford’s new girlfriend,” he said.

I raised a finger to refute. “Well, actually-”

“Dipper, c’mon!” she whined before turning to me. “I’m sorry for Dipper, he doesn’t know how to have a proper conversation with a lady.”

“Wha- hey!”

“Well, I’d have to say pigs. Tardigrades are cute, but I never interacted with one,” I told her.

Mabel squealed. “Oh, this is great! Let me get Waddles!” she said, running out of the room.

“Oh great. Now you’ve set her off,” Dipper said. “Anyway, back to my questions. How old are you?”

I playfully smiled. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask for a lady’s age?” I asked, testing how strong his resolve was.

Dipper scratched the back of his neck. “I-I’m sorry, ma’am, I just-”

I smiled softly. “Listen Dipper, I understand you care for your great uncle, but speaking to me like this seems a little… out of character for you, if that makes sense,” I told him.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Wow… how did you get all of that?” Dipper asked.

I smiled. “I’ve been on this Earth for quite some time, dear. Most of the time, I can tell when someone isn’t being authentic.”

“Well… can I at least ask why you’re dating my grunkle?” Dipper asked.

I laughed. “Oh, that is hilarious,” I told him. “Hon, I’m not dating your great uncle. We’re just really good friends,” I told him. “If you ask him, he would say the same thing.”

Dipper breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. It’s still kinda questionable, but that’s a lot better.”

I smiled as Mabel came back in with a lean yet rotund pink pig with a cute nose and round cheeks. She said my name. “Meet Waddles!” she said, as Waddles let out a happy squeak.

I smiled. “What a cute little guy,” I said, slowly moving closer to him. “Hey Waddles.”

He sniffed my hand, and then nuzzled his head into my hand. I scratched just above his ears, and he was panting like a dog.

I think he enjoys it.

“Wow! He loves you already! How did you know his favorite scratching spot?” Mabel asked.

“Mabel, all over his body is his favorite scratching spot. He loves pets,” Dipper said.

“True, true,” Mabel said, sitting in front of me and next to her twin brother, crossing her legs. “Now then, where were we in our interview?”

“Actually… I want to take a different approach,” Dipper said, looking back at me.

Mabel turned her head curiously, looking at her brother. “Yeah? How?” she asked, looking back at me.

“Let’s get psychological,” Dipper said, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Hell yeah! Psychological warfare!” Mabel exclaimed as she pumped her fist in the air.