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fortheloveoffanfic · 6 months ago

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Letters to Christmas: The Letter

Hozier x fem!reader

Author's note: Defying the logic of mail to bring you this subpar fic.

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Summary: when Y/n's letter to an old flame ends up in the wrong mail box, Andrew decides to respond to a stranger across the pond.

Warnings: angst

Hey,

I know its been a while and I know I have no right sending this after everything, but its hard to see trees go up and not think about you. You always picked the best ones. I caved last year and got one of those plastic ones, from that department store we always went to. Its tall with frosted tips, and fills up that little space between the window and the fireplace really nicely. And there aren’t any pine needles to get caught in the floorboards, so that’s great too, but it doesn’t smell the same, but I guess a lot of things aren’t the same now. I haven’t decorated it yet, not like it matters, there’s no one but me here to see it and it feels awfully silly to decorate a tree that no one else is gonna see.

How’s the job going? And country living? Hopefully its everything you thought it would be, if there's anyone on this fucked up planet that deserves every shread of happiness that comes their way, its you. You deserve everything you’ve ever wanted. Its funny how I used to know exactly what that was and now…..now we’re practically strangers.

Milo’s gone. I can’t remember if we’ve spoken since it happened, but we should’ve, you were his favorite person. But anyway, he was a happy cat, and it was quiet and easy. He just went to sleep on your chair one night and never woke up, he missed you so much, until the very end.

But enough of that.

If you do reply, send me a picture of an Irish winter, hopefully its prettier than Seattle around this time. Though, it doesn’t take much to be prettier than gray skies and slush on the sidewalk. Tell me about what work’s like, and your life there. Say anything.

I don’t know why I’m writing this, I guess I’m lonely. Or maybe bored, like you said. Maybe I’m looking for something that I only ever had with you – maybe I'll never have it with anyone else.

Love always,

Y/n.

There’s something in-between the penultimate and last paragraphs, but its been scratched off with such vigor that it isn't legible in the slightest. The dark patch of ink almost resembles those redacted documents in movies about rouge spies and wayward government agents and it makes Andrew think that whatever the letter’s author had written there must be so personal that they have no choice but to keep it near and dear. Its a secret that can’t be shared with someone she loves so deeply, so why should she share it with him, a total stranger thousands of miles away from her?

Then it hits him – almost an hour after pouring over this obviously personal letter, scrawled in slanted penmanship that reminds him of his own – these words were never meant for his eyes. He’s a stranger looking in, dragging his thumb along a little bleed in the ink that resembles a tear stain like the intruder he is. Its almost as bad as looking into someone’s window, except this person, whose face he’s never seen and whose voice he may never hear, won’t ever know that he is doing something that borders unspeakable.

Or will she?

Andrew has had the overwhelming urge to pen a response since his first reading of the letter that accidently made its way into his postbox. An accident – it couldn’t have been anything but that. It was addressed to a house one block over; 124 Crescent Avenue – his house is 124 Crenshaw Avenue, so he understands the mistake. Though, when he’d bundled himself up and walked over to Crescent Avenue, the house that the letter should have been delivered to was vacant with a ‘for sale’ sign pitched in the damp grass.

He should have taken it back to the post office, but snow had fallen on his mailbox, and subsequently melted, skewing the name on the front of the envelope so much that he could only make out a couple letters. It would have probably just been stamped with the words 'return to sender’ anyway, so really, he’s doing this person a service by offering them the illusion of receipt.

But that’s just an excuse concocted by prying eyes and a curious mind – and it does not deal with the itch to reply.

There’s just something about the ache welling off the page that resonates with him. Coming off a break-up himself, Andrew understands the sense of hopelessness that gets tangled up in an end. The ‘what if’s and ‘what could I have done?’s. Far too often, he thinks about the things he did that caused the demise of his own relationship;

It had started off as blaming her for not trying hard enough to understand him, but eventually, he’d come to terms with his own, albeit larger, role in the matter. Perhaps he should have tried harder to be someone she could understand.

Most days, Andrew tells himself that he’d do everything in his power to be different if she ever gives him a second – or rather third – chance. Though, he has very little faith in his ability to change. But he does know he’ll do anything to have things go back to the way they were before.

Rereading the bit about Y/n’s store bought tree, Andrew contemplates the amount of time he expends lately, watching his own, undecorated tree and thinking about the woman that used to carefully hang tinsel off the branches and hopes that she’s missing him the way he misses her, if only it would mean that she would allow him some undeserved opportunity for redemption.

Sloane. He was so sure it was going to be her for the rest of his life. They'd been together for so long that he isn't really sure that he quite knows how to do life without her.

The way things were, clearly they weren’t very good so why is he so eager to relive them?

He wonders if the writer of the letter in his hand – Y/n – feels the same way about her nameless person. Does she think about all the things she’d change if she had a second chance? She seems as lonely as he does right now, so perhaps she would.

Andrew wonders what she did to warrant the idea that her letter wouldn’t be welcome. As he does, he runs his thumb over her name at the bottom of the page, and suddenly his imagination is running wild with all sorts of thoughts. He wonders what she’s like, how she sounds and if she’s the sort of person that writes letters often. Maybe it was something special between her and the person she’d been hoping to reach, or maybe its something she just does. Anyhow, he likes it. he’s always wanted someone to write to when he’s away. Most of the people in his life prefer texting, because its faster, and its no easy task to converse via pen and paper when you’re on the road, covering three states in a week.

The rest of the day goes by so listlessly that he can’t help but let his mind stray to the letter over and over. It feels almost comical that he's sparing all this time thinking about words on a page, written by someone he’s never met.

By the time he gets to bed at around one am that night, a good fifteen hours since he first read Y/n’s letter, Andrew is staring at it again. The edges have now been softened by the number of times he'd picked it up and the words "Love always, Y/n" are underlined in his mind like a quiet echo, lingering longer than he liked to admit. He keeps wondering what she’d sound like if he could hear her say it which only serves to make him feel even more like an intruder, a stranger peering into someone else’s heartbreak.

Yet, he can’t shake the pull. It isn’t just her words; its the way they mirror his own thoughts. The hollow ache of losing something—someone—without ever knowing if you could have done better. Her loneliness is so painfully familiar, matching his own.

"She deserves her privacy," he mutters to himself, running his fingers over the previously untouched notebook that he’d brought along to bed. He keeps telling himself he’d only picked up because he’s been meaning to flesh out a couple ideas that have been swirling around over the past week. But the only person he’s lying to is himself, and he’s not doing a very good job of it.

Leaning back against the headboard, he exhaled sharply. "But what if..."

The thought was absurd, but it stuck. What if replying made things better, even if just for her? What if this small act of acknowledgment meant she didn’t have to feel like her words had been sent into the void?

Wouldn’t he like it if someone did it for him? He isn’t quite sure.

Nonetheless, Andrew reaches forward, pulls the notebook onto his lap, and uncaps his pen. The words started slowly, stilted, but they came:

Dear Y/n,

We don’t know each other, and I know I shouldn’t have opened your letter……..

Y/n feels awfully stupid about sending that letter, but what makes her feel even worse is checking her mailbox in the lobby everyday only to find it empty. Its been a week since she sent it off, and she’s almost certain that its reached its destination by now.

Maybe he just doesn’t want to talk to you, a small voice insists. Y/n doesn’t think she has any right to grieve over it, she’s the whole reason their relationship met its ugly demise. It was her selfishness, her stubbornness, her putting her own needs over his. So really, she had absolutely no right to the privilege of his time or attention, but that doesn’t mean she can’t miss him.

Shaking off the memory, she slaps the little, brass door closed, locks it and trudges towards the elevator, defeated. Maybe its time to accept that he is not going to write back – maybe its about time she starts accepting that its over between them. For good, its done; she ruined it. She stomped all over the best thing she’s ever had and there’s no use crying about it now – though, after a couple glasses of wine, she probably will.

For almost ten years, they used to be each other’s everything, doesn’t that mean anything to him anymore?

"Ten years, Y/n. Ten fucking years," he stresses, running worn fingers through his wind touseled hair, "you can write from anywhere in the world. Seattle.....Ireland. Doesn't this - us - mean enough to you for you to give it a try?"

As the dull, metallic doors slide closed, effectively shutting out all the activity in the lobby, Y/n presses the worn button that’ll take her to the seventh floor and just when the elevator starts going up, a familiar Christmas tune comes over the speakers. Pressing her back to the cool reflective wall, she finds herself humming along to it. Even if she isn't in the grandest mood, Ella Fitzgerald’s voice never fails to lighten the weight on her shoulders. For a minute, Y/n shuts her eyes and lets a little fantasy take her;

He’ll write back, say he misses her. In another follow-up letter, she will apologize and ask if there’s still any chance for them. He’ll say yes – in her mind, he always says yes because, sometimes, you can love someone enough to give them a second chance.

In her silly little unmade memory, it all works out somehow. They do the long distance thing for a while, until he’s ready to come home to her.

The ding of the elevator startles Y/n out of thought, and with a jump, she pushes off the wall and awkwardly tugs at her cashmere scarf. “So stupid,” she mutters, shoving the strap of her bag higher up on her shoulder, clad in a heavy, gray long coat. Stepping out into the long hallway, she twists her frame awkwardly to reach into her handbag, rummaging around for her keys.

Y/n is within a few feet of her door, the last one down a hall that houses four other apartments, heeled boots wet with melting snow thumping softly on the long strip of burgundy and gold carpet. “Y/n!” The door right before hers swings open with the sort of enthusiasm that can only be mustered up by her eccentric, and frustratingly nosey, neighbor. “I’ve been waiting for you!”

“Gladis,” Y/n tries to hide her groan under a bubbly smile, “me? Why?” God, please let this be a quick conversation.

“Gosh, I swear, its like I never see you,” the older woman bulldozes right over her earlier question, “I'd never think you lived next door if it wasn’t for all those packages that get dropped off – a little shopping addiction, have we?”

Y/n chuckles wearily, quickly thinking up excuses that would validate an escape from the clutches of small talk with Gladis. “Ha, maybe,” she licks her lips and rubs her thumb along the side of her house key, “you know, i’d love to chat but I have a meeting in…..” pretending to check her watch, she summons a gasp that would make her highschool drama teacher proud, “thirty minutes, so I really should get going.”

“Oh, well, then,” Gladis frowns, “let me just give you this, I think your mail got mixed up in mine,” she explains, handing over a brown envelope littered with stamps on the front. “Coming all the way from Ireland, Peter’s out there, isn’t he?”

The envelope feels heavier than she’d expected. It wasn’t just the weight of the paper; it was the promise of something inside. A response. From Peter? Her heart twisted at the thought, but the handwriting on the front didn’t match his neat, precise script. This was different—messier, almost rushed.

Furrowing her brows, Y/n stares at the address that she’s certain isn’t Peter's. “Huh,” briefly, she glances back up at Gladis, “What? Oh, yeah, he is,” she rattles off, now even more eager to muster up a quick good-bye and be on her way. “Look um, I should go.”

“Oh, of course. Busy busy,” Gladis chuckles softly, then, as Y/n starts walking off, she adds in a tone of pesky judgment, “too busy to even decorate, I see.”

Suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, Y/n slips her key into the lock. Of course, even she can admit how sad and plain her door, lacking a wreath like Gladis’ and her other neighbors, but Y/n just can’t seem to bring herself to decorate. Every time she looks at the boxes she’s pulled out of storage, it makes her a little sad – no Peter to insist on mistletoe in every doorway, or Milo to swat at twinkling lights with his tiny paw. “Yeah,” Y/n licks her lips, “something like that. Take care Gladis,” she manages soberly before slipping inside.

Upon shutting the door, Y/n presses her back to the cool, white-painted oak she gives the brown envelope another long look. She hesitates, her fingers trembling as they finally slide under the flap to tear it open. The crinkle of the paper fills the silence of her apartment as she unfolded the letter, joining the slight shake of her breathing.

Getting it out, the name at the bottom catches her eye first: Andy. Not Peter.

Y/n blinked. Confusion giving way to curiosity as she reads the opening lines.

“We don’t know each other, and I know I shouldn’t have opened your letter...”

A stranger. A stranger had read her words. Her cheeks flushed hot, and she almost crumpled the paper on instinct, shame pooling in her chest. But something stops her. She can’t just do that, not when this stranger has given her time out of his day to offer whatever comfort he can muster up for someone oceans away.

So stumbles out of the foyer and into the living room, dropping herself unceremoniously onto the long sofa as she keeps reading.

Dear Y/n,

We don’t know each other, and I know I shouldn’t have opened your letter but I hope you don’t mind me writing this. I know this is wrong—it wasn’t meant for me, and for that, I’m truly sorry. But I promise you, I tried to do the right thing and take it to its intended address, but the house is empty and up for sale, and the snow has all but ruined the envelope. So here I am, writing to a stranger, hoping I’m not overstepping by responding.

I’m Andy. Well, Andrew. You know, I’m not really sure how to do this.

But your words stayed with me. They remind me of something I’ve lost—or maybe, thrown away. I can’t explain it, but your letter didn’t feel like something I could just set aside. It was raw, honest and that kind of loneliness…….I think understand it. I know what it's like to feel like you’ve screwed everything up. To become a stranger to someone you used to know better than the back of your own hand. Its funny how that happens, how someone can become such a huge part of your life and know everything about you, and you think you know everything about them. And then one day they just…..leave, but you can’t really blame them because its all your fault.

I’m also sorry about your Milo, losing a pet is like losing a piece of your home. But for what its worth, I’m sure he appreciated you being there with him until the end. It's such a simple joy, having someone that stays until the end, not that I would know anything about it. I seem to have a knack for driving people away.

As for your tree, I have to admit that mine’s just as sad. It’s just sitting undecorated in the corner of my living room, looking a bit sorry for itself. I keep telling myself I’ll get around to putting up the lights and ornaments, but it feels strange doing it alone, I used to have someone to help me decorate too. But she’s gone now, and maybe this is my way of avoiding the reminder of what’s missing.

You asked about Irish winters. If I’m being honest, they’re usually pretty gray and the cold kind of seeps into your bones. Wicklow is never short on snow, or rain, so we’re no stranger to slush. And iced-over driveways. But so far, we’ve had a good one this year, no too much rain so the snow stays put – my driveways still frozen, though. Sometimes, at least where I’m from, it gets so quiet, almost like the world’s holding its breath. Its beautiful, its lonely.

I’m not sure why I’m writing this, except that it feels like the right thing to do. I don’t know what you were hoping to find when you sent your letter, but maybe this reply means that neither of us has wasted the effort. If you do write back, I’d like to hear more about your plastic tree—and maybe even see a picture. I’ll send one of mine in return. Let’s make it a contest. May the best tree win.

Take care, Y/n. And thank you for making me feel a little less lonely.

– Andy.

By the time she reaches the end, Y/n’s chest aches in a way that isn’t unpleasant. The tone isn’t mocking or dismissive. Its... kind. Empathetic. This Andy doesn’t know her, but somehow, he understands.

It takes her a handful of minutes to process everything that’s happened; her hope of reconnecting with Peter, this newfound affinity with a man she’s never met. Suddenly, and quite surprisingly, Y/n doesn’t feel the loss so greatly anymore.

Though, the longer Y/n stares at the letter, its neatly folded edges sharp when she drags her fingers along them, the more she starts feeling a tightness in her stomach. The kindness in his tone, the shared loneliness in his admissions, the unexpected warmth that radiated from every line—all of it made her chest ache in ways she couldn’t untangle.

But she can't shake the shame curling in her stomach.

Letting it go, she presses her fingertips to her temples, squeezing her eyes shut. What was I thinking? She hadn’t been thinking, that's the truth. Sending that letter to Peter—an impulse born from desperation and the relentless tug of the holiday season—was foolish enough. But now, knowing a stranger has read her most private thoughts, her rawest emotions? Its borders unbearable.

Her cheeks burn at the memory of her own words, the confessions she’d stupidly spilled without thinking. “Maybe I’m looking for something that I only ever had with you.” How could she have written that? Would she even say that to Peter had they been on the phone, or in the same room? Probably not. And now, Andrew—a stranger—had seen it, read it, felt sorry for her.

She swallows hard, a lump forming in her throat and embarrassment suddenly gives way to anger that boils up and makes her skin hot. “He shouldn’t have opened it,” she mutters to the. “He had no right.” But the protest sounds hollow, even to her own ears. The house was vacant, and the envelope had been damaged by the snow. Andrew’s apology seemed sincere, and his intentions genuine.

But writing back to him feels... wrong. Like a betrayal of something she isn’t ready to let go of. She still loves Peter, these are thoughts meant for him, these feelings belong to him – she can’t just give her innermost thoughts to someone else like that.

Y/n spends so long wrapped up in turmoil that she almost forgets that there were other things besides Andrew’s letter in the envelope, until she goes to move it off her jean-cald lap and two photographs slip out. Drawing in a sharp breath, she collects them off the tweed cushion. The first one is of a backyard she’s never seen before, the pool is covered and there are patches of snow gathered near tall trees with white flecks peppered on the bare bones of ornamental bushes. The yard retreats into what she guesses is the forest, and she wonders what it must be like living so close to wildlife; she’s lived in the city all her life with only a couple vacations to the likes of Aspen and Maine – both with Peter – but seeing that much foliage in person is still foreign to her.

The second picture is of a sparse Christmas tree standing in front of a wide, floor to ceiling window. Its so tall, it almost reaches the high ceilings of what seems like a spacious living room. Her finger traces the outline of the tree, and she thinks back on what he said about not having someone to help him decorate. When Y/n turns it over, there note scrawled on the back and it reads: "Mine’s a little sad too."

Then, for the first time in days, Y/n smiles……and the anger wans.

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sappymix1 · 5 months ago

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happy new year!!! first fic of 2025 down that's crazy 🫡 teeny tiny patches pov dnfies nye fic under the cut :3

“Isn’t it funny,” George mumbled from his spot on Dream’s lap. His one hand was rested heavy on Patches’ back, making the tiny cave that she had wiggled herself into as soon as the fireworks started. “That we’re in, like, the same place every new year?”

He had stopped petting Patches what felt like an eternity ago, sleepy, and it felt deeply unfair. Dream knew that she hated fireworks, and he had scooped her up from where she was cowering under the couch to let her sit with the two of them instead. Somewhere, Naomi and Milo’s tiny claws were still clicking against the floor, and Patches had let herself indulge in a brief feeling of superiority over that. She wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t, really. It was more so annoyance that there were two more cats in the home, two more heads to pat and two more mouths to sneak tiny fish flavored treats to. So she liked, a little bit, the reminder that she had been here the longest. That she was Dream’s cat, and that she had become George’s too.

Even if she did feel a little bit bad, that Milo and Naomi’s father was away for the holidays. Less so, after Milo peed on Dream’s bed in the spot that she liked to sleep on again.

Patches pressed her tiny wet nose against George’s hand, making a soft meowing noise. She had always sort of suspected, from the first time that he had scooped her up and she recognized the voice that had whispered to her over Dream’s computer speakers, that George could speak cat, and he complied this time with her request, hand sliding down her head and her neck to rub her back. She purred softly, happiness vibrating through her tiny body, deep into her bones.

“Weren’t you in LA or something last year?” Dream asked, in that soft voice that Patches knew so well. She flicked her tail, soft fur brushing against George’s hand.

“No, I was back, right?” George’s voice went high at the end, still a little hoarse from the half cold that he had been dragging around behind him the past few days. Patches could imagine the soft face that Dream was making at him, a mix of worry and something lighter, even if she couldn’t see much other than his stomach, his one knee, his hand running through George’s dark curls, from where she was curled up. “I think I flew back, like, during the day. So I was here for New Years Eve. But like, last year I was just getting back too. So we were just being, like, reunited. Isn’t that crazy?”

He said something else, but it was drowned out by somebody launching a loud firework into the sky above their house with a bang. Patches felt the tiny parts of her throat involuntarily seize up into a pained mrow, and she buried her face into George’s chest. She probably also buried her claws into the fabric a little, and hopefully not his skin, but George kindly didn’t react to it if she had. He scratched her behind her ears, and whispered – “oh, poor Patchy. Dream, you should go threaten them until they stop.”

Dream scoffed. “What?”

Patches eyes fell shut, fireworks already forgotten, and a soft purr rumbled in her chest.

“It’s not even midnight! They’re, like, cheating.”

Something was probably happening where Patches couldn’t see. She heard Dream move, felt George move, and it was a few seconds before either of them spoke again. “At least Sapnap isn’t here, this year. Oh god that sounded so mean. You know – you know what I meant.”

“I’m telling him you said that you hate him and want him to move out,” George said gleefully, before yawning, a full body motion that moved like a wave under Patches. “We aren’t even, like, taking advantage of it. We should be, like –” Suddenly, George’s hands were over Patches ears, and she was trying futilely to pull away as he drowned out whatever he was saying. She was freed, just in time to hear Dream say George! in a voice that sounded more amused than anything else.

But his tone switched quickly, finding something soft and tender. Another rustling sound, and she just knew that Dream’s hand was flush against George’s cheek out of her sight. “Still sleepy?”

“Yes!” George groaned. “I’m never going back to London ever again. Flop city in a flop timezone. And I couldn’t even sleep at the same time as you, because of stupid Christmas.”

“You can nap, if you want,” Dream suggested. “I’ll wake you up at midnight, I promise.”

George had quit running his hand over Patches’ fur again. She looked up, annoyed, just in time to see him shake his head. “No, I’ll wait. I’m, like, watching this. Besides, I know you’re tired too. You’ve been yawning for hours. It’s – it’s absurd.”

“What? I’m not going to fall asleep!” Dream protested. “Fine, stay up then. Be – be tired.”

“Fine!” George’s smile was bursting from every bit of his voice. “I will be. We can both stay up together. In sync, or whatever.”

Neither of them made it until midnight. Patches wasn’t even sure which came first, Dream’s hand stilling in George’s hair or George’s breath getting deep and slow under where she rested. But by the time that the new year came, Patches was watching the TV by herself. She buried her face back into George’s shirt as fireworks erupted outside. They were both so lucky that she loved them.

#sappy.ao3 #dnf

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harrysmimi · 2 years ago

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Gotchu!

Coffee And Pancakes series P13

Synopsis: YN pranks Harry after he's returned home from the gym

Idea courtesy to @vrittivsanghavi

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It was a day off for YN, so she decided to spend it at home.

She has been making a crochet bag for her mother-in-law for her birthday which was coming up soon. She cosied up on the sofa with a cup of tea with a rerun of her favourite show on, taking in some alone time. She had dropped off Milo to the vet for his checkup, surgery and vaccine updates this morning, he's due pick up in the evening. And she went grocery shopping for few things she needs to try out this new baking recipe.

Though Harry will be home soon, he had to rush to a quick meeting and then he went to the gym for a little. He came home way too soon.

YN heard the door open and close as Harry walked in dressed in his workout clothes and cup of coffee in his hand. His tote bag hung over his shoulder.

"Hey baby." He smiled at her, "I'm just gonna go take a shower real quick and be with you, yeah?"

"Hi, yes of course." YN nodded, and sat there starting on her new project.

Anne loved one of YN's bag she made and wore on one of their girls day out, since then YN's been wanting to make one for her. Her birthday was coming up so it was the best occasion to take advantage of. Gift giving is really nit her thing, so this was a golden opportunity for her there.

Harry's been jealous. He wants one too but he steals her bag everytime so he doesn't really know how to ask for one. He felt stupid. But at the same time it warmed his heart to see how the women who raised him get along so well with the woman he fell in love with.

He's honestly got to up his game of birthday presents for his mum after this. It's always been his forte, but a handmade gift has special value to it to everyone.

YN had been asking him what colour he thinks his mum would like the bag to be. It was a tricky choice to make without letting Anne can not know about this. It is a surprise.

"It's coming along right?" Harry asked he sat next to her, freshly showered and shirtless with droplets of water still shining on his shoulders and chest. YN rught away snuggled to his side.

"This is the last square for the bag." She said as she continued to crochet.

"That colour looks very pretty by the way." He added.

"Yeah? I'm making you one too." She beamed at him in excitement, "you can take this one and I'll give Mummy Anne the other one."

"Oh, thank you love." He chuckled watching her go back to do her thing, "I've been wanting to ask you to make ine for me, but didn't wanted to bother you."

"Please, you're never a bother to me." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah--" Harry realised something, "baby, where's Milo? He's usually attacking my feet by now." Harry asked looking around.

YN was too busy counting up the stitches on the crochet piece, or was she? Actually she was cooking a plan to prank him in that moment. She's the bored okay!

"He's in the Man Cave you built you or he must asleep in some nook." She shrugged, which had Harry immediately jumping up to go look for their fur baby.

"Did he eat McFish--" he checked the aquarium but the fish was the swimming around with the secure lid still on. "No, baby, did he fell into toilet bowl again?"

"You just came from the bathroom, didn't you see?" YN called from him as he frantically ran to their only bathroom to check.

Milo was just learning to adjust to the closed litter box, which was kept in the bathroom obviously and being the cat he is, he jumped on the box and accidentally falling into the toilet bowl. It was his fault that he didn't closed the lid.

YN had to bathe him twice after that, because well he doesn't let Harry give him the baths. Yeah, he's that spoilt. But Harry still loves him, he's just grown to bond with Milo. Even though the kitten always tries to trip and make him fall the best he could, or when he just attacks his dad's toes for no apparent reason. No, no, he doesn't do that to his mum, he's in fact very cuddly and sweet with her. Well, occasionally the cat likes to cuddle with Harry but that's very rare. That doesn't change the fact he loves that cat to bits.

"He's not there." He announced, "baby can you please put that down? We can find the cat!"

"Check in his man cave, dude!" She tried to break out laughing the best she could, acting nonchalant as Milo does like to be on his own sometimes.

Harry walked upto the little-- well it's not very little box fixed seven feet above the ground for Milo to sit in and rule over his kingdom along with wooden steps and comfiest bedding inside. The cat even sleeps in it at night. Harry had it custom made for just him, with facy ass design and his name plate on the front. Harry called it: Milo's Man Cave.

News flash, Milo isn't in his man cave.

"We have the balcony all netted and shit, where is he?" Harry was stressing out now. "Did you leave the door open by any chance?"

"Uhhh, no..." YN tried to act like she is not very sure and surprisingly it worked.

"Baby, no don't fuck with me like that!" Harry gasped as he ran into the bedroom to grab a shirt. He was soon heading out the door to check but YN's phone started ringing so he stopped thinking someone might have found him. He's microchipped, and got a collar with his name YN's number on it (not his for his privacy and as a prevention from getting his number leaks). He was teary eyed by now.

"Hello Ms. YLN, this is Amy from Medivet. How are you doing today?" The girl on the line spoke.

Now YN doesn't have her phone on speaker but Harry could hear the girl speaking through. It was Milo's vet. But he's still anxious.

"Hello, I'm good, thanks and you?" YN said politely.

"I'm doing fine. I've called you to let you that Milo is ready to be taken home, so you can come pick him up." The girl sounded very upbeat.

Harry immediately pulled out his phone to check, it was Milo's appointment day and his turn to tak him there. Fuck did she just pranked him?

"Yeah, I'll come pick him up in fifteen. Thank you, Amy." YN spoke before the girl was bidding her bye and hanging up.

"That was not good." He sniffled as he went on to grab his car keys with a puppy face on.

"Harry, I'm sorry!" She cooed rushing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Got anxious!" He sighed, "he's just too little."

"I know, I'm sorry, don't cry please." She tried to hug him.

"God my heart in beating fast," he sat down on the dining table chair.

"Hey, I'm sorry I was just trying to prank you." She felt embarassing now as she now hugged him. With her hand rested on his chest she could really feel how fast his heart was beating then which made her feel even more mad and embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Hazza."

"Just don't." He gently pushed her away. "This isn't funny, YN."

"I'm sorry." She repeated herself, now with her own eyes getting teary and a puppy face on she stood there in the corner.

Now, Harry doesn't usually get upset. He's just that caring and understanding but when he rarely does, he gets really badly upset. This seemed to be one of those rare times and he used her first name in ages. She just grabbed her car keys and slipped on her slippers to go pick up the baby.

"Hey, hey, hey, I was just kidding!" He rushed to pull her back giggling, "gotchu!"

"God you little shit, can't just turn this around on me!" She whined now crying like a baby in defeat.

"Don't you cry now." He wiped off her tears, "not going to lie, you did get me until I heard Medivet. Got you back though." He seemed proud of himself as he tightly hugged her.

"No, go away!" She tried to push him off but he barely budged.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"No, move, I have to pick him up." She now managed to pull away.

"Hey come on, this is not fair!" He whined, "well... Baby I'm sorry." He grabbed her face cooing as he placed sloppy wet kisses in her cheek and mouth. It took him a second to realise that. "You sit and relax, I will make the trip to get him."

"Okay." She nodded.

"Am I forgiven?" He asked, to double check.

"Am I?" She countered.

"Of course you are, my darling." He placed another kiss on her mouth and got one right back.

"You are too then." She finally smiled.

"Okay, bet back in thirty, yeah?" He placed a few more kisses on her face.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"I love you!" And she recieved another kiss.

"I love you too!" She reciprocated, "now go bring our son home."

"Yes, yes." He quickly put his shoes on before he was headed out, "oh, keys!"

"Here." She handed him her car key as she was holding it, with that he was heading out again.

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This is not how I intended it to go but dayummmm this is hilarious!!!!!! *cries"

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htelover24 · 2 months ago

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Love’s not blind she’s mistaken like a June bug. Pt1

New series!!!

(I’m still gonna write for tumblr it’s a great pass time and really fun)

A/N: Billie comes in towards the end I’m just trynna ease yall into this (OC NOT AN X READER FIC)

Warnings: Abusive relationships! I think that’s all

Milo’s POV:

I know. So why am I still standing here at my freezer, eyeing frozen chicken breast. Thinking about him makes me sick….. love sick almost.

He’s so preciously pathetic, so splendidly stupid. I hate him like a dog hates a cat but longs for the chase. I hate him like a chef hates a rodent but longs for a Remy.

It’s so ridiculous how easily I’ll follow him with an unfamiliar scent racing me to his skin. He was mine once. Not for long though, but it’s that little moment in time, it’s kept me there in hopes that he’d find his way back too.

A part of me knew it wouldn’t last long. The constant compliments, flowers, texts until sunrise, shameless pda, I knew it was just love bombing.

One thing nobody talks about is the joy in being showered with blinding seemingly endless love. Some say manipulation I say hypnosis. It feels like a fairytale…. But all air strike ends in destruction.

“Boys will be boys” but no one told me men were worse. Their immaturity turns into careless malice. I can’t raise a man…. But maybe I could fix him.

I’ve spent so much time fixing him deep inside I realized I literally didn’t even try to scratch the surface yet. His exterior couldn’t hold all my updates and improvements, so it all crumbled.

And she went and put him back together, leaving my parts to rust in the rain.

So why am I still standing at my freezer ready to prepare him a meal he doesn’t deserve.

Fuck it.

I slam the freezer and begin my climb up the stairs before I hear the front door creak.

There he is in all his obscurity. He looks around the house expecting to see me in the kitchen. As he finally shifts his gaze upwards he sees me, in the middle of the stair case. Looking down at him I feel my fingers tightening on the rail, not out of fear or anger but out of longing.

He opens his mouth

“What’s going on with dinner?” His voice is confused and unamused.

“I didn’t make any”. I saw quietly just so that he could hear.

He got visibly upset and raised his voice a little

“Why not? I just came home from a long days work expecting a hot meal, just to be met with your stupid ass face and no food at all”. His voice has a grumble to it. I feel it rush its way up and create a knot in my throat.

“But you didn’t come from work did you?” I say concealing my voice cracks with a quieter voice.

“You’re not making sense. Answer me Milo. Why isn’t my dinner ready?”

“She didn’t feed you?….shame” my voice more clear with sadness and sarcasm.

A silence rang through the home. His big secret echoing in an unheard volume.

His gaze hardened but I payed no mind to it. I proceeded to walk up the stairs.

Before I could process what was happening behind me I heard loud rapid heavy footsteps approaching me.

He grabbed me by my waist and held me on the stair.

“Get in the fucking kitchen and make my dinner” he whispered lowly in my ear.

Fear found its way in my veins as my body started to shake. All I could do is stand there frozen.

His grip tightened on my waist, nails digging into my sides.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” He says in a clear angry voice.

“What? She can’t cook?” I say voice obviously unstable. I wasn’t about to cave in.

He grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls it back so that now my head rest on his shoulder. I’m looking up at him with pain and shock.

He sharped his gaze on me

“Don’t get smart with me bitch. It’s either you leave on you make me my goddamn food” his voice stern and full of rage.

He lets go for me to make my decision. I walk down the stairs grab my keys and twist the door knob.

“You’ll be back” he says unbothered.

And with that I get in my car and drive around. He was almost right. I almost did go back. I have nowhere to go so I stopped at the gas station seeing my tank begin to run low.

I walk in and grab an Arizona because I might as well. I walk to to pay

“Can I get 70 on pump 4” I say trying my best to not break in front of this visibly tired cashier.

I pull some money out of my pocket….. I’m 20 short.

Fuck.

“I’ll pay” a gentle voice behind me speaks

“No it’s ok you don’t have to” but I was cut off

“Nah it’s alright don’t worry about it” she says with a casual smile on her face. Damn that face…. She’s gorgeous.

“Thank…you” I say in slowly in awe of her beauty.

“No problem, it’s Billie by the way” she say while paying for my gas and Arizona.

“Milo.” I say introducing myself

“Ooo cool like the hot chocolate right?” She says amused.

“Yeah it’s actually spelled the same too” I say too excited.

“Well Milo where are you headed?” She says curiosity fixing her features.

Silence fell between us. How could I even begin to explain.

(THIS WAS NOT EDITED)

#billie eilish #billie eilish fic #billie eilish fanfiction #oc

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azurefaire · 4 months ago

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> watches an entire video rant on how chibiverse is a online content farm created by disney (id say there is some good things or at least an attempt in those early parts and i do like the art style actually but yeah it is), and lowkey messes with your mind cause disney has screwed over many of the shows they featured and they have free range to use any characters they own without the involvement of others (hailey's, woy, toh etc)

> disney releases a new episode of said show that literally pays homage to older/forgotten shows picked from a bag and puts them underground in a cave

> finds clips on youtube

> pepper ann is there my baby!!! seemingly portrayed in the best light compared to bonkers, billy dilly, maggie etc

> they GOT pepper ann

> remembers the time i thought about a month ago "what if pepper ann nicky and milo were in this show, that would be impossible especially since the chibiverse thing is all a tiny land of modern series. they are probably in a distant land, or somewhere underground"

> reminds me of the time i had an idea of cartoons living a double life when they arent airing, within a multi channel cartoon crossover called "under the airwaves" sort of like wreck it ralph but cartoons from tv. literally would incorporate so manyy real shows into this idea, including this shit cause it has facinating implications and i remember a glitch when it first aired lol

> enough of my garbage au/crossover shit!! oh wow shes so cute though!! my baby!!!

> THEY GOT PEPPER ANN'S BABY CLONE IN A CAVE UNDERGROUND EATING DIRT WITH CLAMANTHA FROM FISH HOOKS??? IN THE UNDERVERSE??? SHE'S EATING DIRT??

> BUT FISH HOOKS HAS BEEN relevant out of all these shows especially on tiktok and specifically shellsea. so i guess clamantha. sure. certain comic relief characters people dont care about. has anyone truly cared for clamantha when jocktopus exists? really...

> penny and kim were very lucky to have continued relevance. they could be eating dirt! not all up in disney's weird ass fantasy living neighborhood gen z ifed

> now realizing this is when many characters havent spoken for literal years return... and how thats kind of cool in some aspects. but i think ppl wanted more animated version kim possible years ago...

> realizing if they didnt pick the funniest characters to do this, they could literally piss off so many fans of like motorcity or like randy cunningham maybe. i mean they probably did with penn zero for like two people.

> who picked them and why. also vince from recess took me a while to get why cause he didnt seem like the lead. but i'm assuming he's the most "underrated" or underutilzed one

> bonkers, spitting image of "obscure disney cartoon" - even watched a video on that... has a line where he says chibi. maggie the fly that everyone loves to hate has lines. i dont know why everyone hates her, she's self absorbed or something.

> i dont care about star vs but star is so cute in this and her dynamic with vasquez is funny...

> the primal desire for crossover content and the joy it brings is real. the uncontrolled desire to say "i didnt know i needed this" is real. i didnt need this! in some ways i hate this! in some ways i dont want this! but i like it anyway. and i cant stop it!

> chibi pepper ann also implies the existence of a chibi moose or a chibi cissy or trinket or gwen or alice kane or the teachers or trinket or lydia or steve the cat or mark hamill or alex trebek or effie shrug... chibi stewart waldinger....

> no cartoon is safe. chibi nightmare ned. chibi weekenders. chibi fillmore.

> watch them acknowledge house of mouse very soon in a very tongue in cheek way that will piss everyone off cause this show and that show are often mentioned together online. they probably look online to get script ideas idk maybe. something something ppl might say about tarnishing legacy of older cartoons cause every ip (😔) is at risk here. but they lay one finger on hom?? people are very protective of that show. carnage.

> hurt/comfort nickyann 500k fanfic in the underverse nicky going "i miss my family pepper ann. i miss them a lot."

> gonna watch the whole thing now.

#chibiverse #disney tva #disney chibiverse #fandom #disney #pepper ann #kim possible #fish hooks #big city greens #star vs the forces of evil #the owl house #hailey's on it #i like how kathleen wasnt in this I THINK.#let me get hit by a falling ice cream truck and liveee #more shows will end up in the underverse very soon rip hng and mgdd RIP!#*claps my hands* what a very good content farm #EW I CALLED SHELLSEA CHELSEA?

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spinnysocks · 1 year ago

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TLG Outlanders Jumanji AU that i have suddenly become obsessed with :) buckle up

i'm mainly basing this off of the 2017 movie, with elements of the 2019 one too

wema, tunu, dogo and kijana are playing when they find a hidden cave, they go in and they find lots of weird paintings on the wall and the floor. ever the inquisitive one, dogo steps into a circle in the middle and they all get sucked into... Jumanji?? or maybe in the TLG universe it's called Mchezo

the adults look for them. the leaders (plus kenge and sumu) and the idiots (plus mwoga, nne, tano and neema) go in two groups to search since the kids were missing for a while. the leaders find the hidden cave first as sumu noticed it in his small size. they get sucked in, and eventually the idiots find it after them

they turn into human versions upon entering the world. yeah they're pretty freaked out lmao

the premise is that they go through trials to "prove" themselves, at the risk of their 3 lives, to get to the final task of saving the kiddos. i'm thinking each of them get a task focused on their skills but all of them are at the will of it, aka any of them could lose a life in any trial

i think the Strengths & Weaknesses bit would be funny. kiburi has no weaknesses, he says smth like "I'm too good to be weak 😏" and then 'Pride' pops up hfgdhdh. tamka's weakness would be cake because i think it'd be funny. nduli's is picking up cool rocks. i would say goigoi's would be sleeping but he'd lose all 3 in an instant. the list goes on

reirei is mad because she gets the boring map-reader job lol, despite that she saves everyone's asses so

i imagine sumu is like Milo, he gives them the information in a really deadpan tone lmao. it's like "... Oh no..." "Spit it out, will you?!" "... Mandrills. We should go" and he just continues spilling knowledge while they're running for their lives lmao

you know how in the second movie Bethany/Milo is a horse? yeah nne and tano are straight up just themselves- they're hyenas but realistic, like they didn't change 💀 they're just there doing hyena laughs and absolutely savaging people in the fights

the ostrich scene from the second movie would be funny. maybe the hyenas are the drivers 👀 NONE of them trust their lives with janja, chungu or cheezi but somefuckinghow.. they don't die

in a trial where the leaders are really trapped, guess who sneaks in and saves them? Ushari!!! that was actually all of their reactions as soon as he spoke and they knew it was him. shupavu hugs him on impulse and then gets awkward about it lol, they're happy to see him

ushari explains how he didn't actually die when scar was destroyed but he escaped the volcano and happened across the hidden cave. he's been trapped ever since and obviously presumed dead. he's been stuck with 1 life because he needed the others to complete the rest of the trials :(

there's a dance fight where kiburi has to defeat the guards without being all guns blazing about it. literally the same as the scene with Martha. it's so funny at first bc he doesn't know what the fuck to do - i hc him as demi, he can't flirt with someone he doesn't know😭 - but when a song (prolly rap?) starts playing he beats their asses easy

little did they know the exact same thing was happening on the opposite side of the building, just with the idiots. tamka, nduli and neema also get their cool moment of beating people up, dance fight style! it's mainly tamka because he actually DOES have a strength in acting :)

the leaders and the idiots enter the building at the same time and it's an "Oh Shit!" spiderman pointing meme moment lmao. from this point on they do the trials together

the vultures fly the helicopters. you can imagine how well that goes. it's just like in the movie where something immediately breaks 😭 i think it'd be cool if kenge was the one to fix the helicopter, giving him a hero moment! imagine it

"Kenge, you did it! :D"

"Guess I did"

"Um... Oops"

"What Janja?"

"I dropped the jewel 😶"

"YOU WHAT?!?!"

janja loses a life in that scene from the rhinos 😭 do i wanna traumatise mzingo that much? idk. i just feel like that is such a janja thing to happen. fridge's character is janja-coded lmfao

"YOU PUSHED ME OUT THE HELICOPTER! >:("

that scene where fridge pushes spencer off a cliff? yeah that obviously happens. i'm thinking reirei and janja squabbling. would be funny if janja pushes reirei off impulsively and he just stands there, in shock, waiting to get yelled at when she respawns 😭

there's one of those Step On The Right Pieces trials. kiburi is being all cocky, steps on the wrong one and loses a life- bro gets absolutely humbled lmao. i think the skinks would be good at that trial for some reason

some random trial ideas: a "sleeping lions" type trial for goigoi. a "follow (copy) the leader" trial for mzingo. a food temptation one for the idiots??

jasiri definitely has a trial where she helps someone or shows that the "bad guy" NPCs can be good or somethin. that's probably the last trial before the finale

at the last trial they all work together to save the kiddos! it's really wholesome at the end because they saved the kids, they actually achieved something, they worked together, AND they got ushari back! :)

bonus:

based on the second movie, i was considering a different version of this au where janja purposefully enters the game to prove himself and it's more of a lesson of how it's not just about his strength, but the strength of all of them

janja just thinks he ain't good enough, especially not being leader of his clan anymore, but it's through working together when the others come after him that he realises that ain't true. just an extra thought i had :)

might make a follow up post because i came up with this in an afternoon just for fun 😭

#the lion guard #tlg #tlg outlanders #tlg au #jumanji au #been too long since i made a long tlg post <3 #hello hello i am back

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just-a-little-dragon · 6 months ago

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@brainrotcharacters this one's for you!

I apologize in advance.

David ran through the woods as he followed the screams of pain.

"David!" Asher slid in front of him, tackling him.

"Get off!"

"Did you get him?" Darlin shouted as they and Milo ran after.

David growled and tried to bite at Asher who held him down, even in wolf form.

"Get off!" David spat.

"Do you even realize how far you got?" Darlin got their hands on him before decking him full force, causing his head to snap back. "We know!"

"They've-" Crack. David felt something inside him break from Darlins punch. He knew they could punch hard but they had never hit him full force before.

"We know your mates been missing." Darlin spat. "Or did you forget the fact that I beat your ass black and blue?"

David was able to turn them over but felt Darlin get back on top.

"We get it. But you can't go running off at the sound of a scream."

"It's them!"

"I know!" Darlin glared. "I know!"

David felt them let go and help him to his feet. Asher also walked up. David saw him twitch as another screamed echoed out.

"You can't go running off man. It could be a trap." Milo sighed.

"I'm. I don't want to interrupt." All eyes turned to see a certain stealth walked out of some bushes. "But it's not."

"How can you tell?"

"David. I need you to not freak out." Sweetheart sighed. "Because they are terrified and I need you to not freak them out."

"Who?"

"Breathe. Smile. Don't freak out. Ok?" Sweetheart smiled forcefully, a pointed look. "Now follow me."

David nver understood how they could run so fast. But they did. All the way up to a cave with a shuddering form. Even from the mouth of it, he could hears the sounds of a transformation.

"Remeber. Don't. Freak. Out." Sweetheart said again. "Just... do what you normally do for newborns ok?"

"Huh? Hello?" A voice cracked.

"Hey Angel." David slowly walked into the cave to see the body of Angel on the ground. The body of his mate going through their first transformation.

Any other time, he'd joke about seeing them naked. But all he could do was to hold them as they clung to him.

"It's ok. I'm right here." He sighed. "I'll be right here."

He didn't know how long the process normally took. But soon, he could feel Angel as a wolf instead of a human. He looked out the cave to see the moon barely above the trees. It would be a very long night for Angel.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted shaw pack #redacted david #so um. sorry?#pardon the violence.#i was gonna make it fluffy at the end but i remebered you wantwd trauma.

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zoerocksand1 · 1 month ago

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i just need you to know that i have had such an intense and constant MCU hyperfixation for my entire life that since around 2015 i have been rewriting the movies in little ways in my head

like each new thing that's come out im like "hmm yes but what if this happened like this instead"

total fanfic vibes, but i've never written any of it down, so my head is full of like a decade of movie rewrites building on each other

so i have my own FOURTH, IMAGINARY group of Avengers going on in my head too,

so to me it's like

Thunderbolts*, Sam's new Avengers, Kamala's in progress Young Avengers, and My Freaks (not an actual name)

i have changed so many things in my head over the years that im basically living in an alternate timeline of movies at this point

and just for fun, My Freaks consist of Bruce, Nat (she is ALIVE to me, i love my girl, my friend, my.....uhhh...mom? sister??), Loki (main MCU timeline who would have died in Infinity War- but like hell i would let her die though- and variants; Kid Loki, Alligator Loki, Boastful, Classic, President, TVA Loki too but he IS still in a tree rn even in my mind fanfic), Milo from Morbius (shut up and let me have this, and once again i refuse to let him die- this is a pattern), Ben Affleck Daredevil, Kitty Bobby John Rogue Wolverine Magneto Professor X Toad Nightcrawler Jean Scott Storm Beast all from the 2000s trilogy, Channing Tatum Gambit, the 2005 Fantastic Four, Tom Hardy Eddie & Venom, the Spot from ATSV, Harley Keener (Ironman 3), Moon Knight, Age of Ultron Pietro (my boy didn't even get to be called Quicksilver, and he was shot to death? not my boy, no he's FASTER than bullets, what the hell happened there, no he's alive actually)

basically everyone who wasn't in a team (Daredevil), were left over from a team who split up or retired (Bruce and Nat), were in the Void (most of the Lokis, also Daredevil, 2000s Xmen, Gambit, Fantastic Four), died (also Nat, quite a few from the 2000s Xmen grouping aswell), or haven't been in much of a big story yet (Harley, Gambit so far, Spot since his story is a 2-parter and BTSV isn't here yet so i yoinked him into MY story)

i built this team in my mind cave, with a box of scraps

really i snatched a lot more of them after Deadpool and Wolverine, like hey, if we have a bunch more people in the Void, people not in mainline MCU, imma take em,

but overall once NWH brought in magic that can connect to other universes i was like ooohhhh yah okay i'll branch off into other movie universes too, grab Milo- i want a giant lizard man AND a vampire please, let's make it WEIRD

like i needed an actual scientific/magical in universe reason to justify why other universes could link together haha- nothing means anything but also everything means everything and my brain is a fun place

i've connected a lot of things in odd ways at this point, like Harry from the Maguire trilogy is dating Harley, Tales of Asgard Loki is friends with TSSM Harry and Xmen Evolution Wanda, Sylvie lives in New Asgard and is neighbors with Thor and Love and sometimes Mobius lives at her place for a while, Maguire trilogy Sandman helps out with Morgan and Love and they have playdates with his daughter Penny, Happy is training venom movie Mulligan (and now his symbiote Toxin) to work security at Stark Industries, Nicolas Cage Johnny Blaze is friends with TSSM Montana and they wear cowboy hats and ride motorcycles together, Kid Loki also helps out with Love and now he gets to be the big brother

and also everyone else i love is alive too :)

and i put other people into other universes too, like Elektra and Daredevil aren't together anymore and she doesn't care about him so he's in the MCU universe, and she's in the Andrew Garfield Spiderman universe because why not- also i put Blade and Ghost Rider there

Marvel should let me make a movie- it'll be weird, kinda fan servicey, kind of mentally ill, but very intricate and loving

i am completely insane :)

i've put the MCU, the xmen, the spiderverse, Venom trilogy, and many others in a blender and made an unsettling smoothy

#Rock Sand (text)#marvel #fanfiction

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ask-madam-ruby · 2 months ago

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Nika's question (one shot)

An AU where Gunmar won. Tagging @daylightisminetoconsume since they might be interested.

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Drums play throughout the land. The king of the Trolls, Gunmar the Black, was watching his kind celebrate and feast. This joyous occasion is the anniversary of the Enteral Night. Where every troll celebrates the bringing of Trollkind and the ending of human civilization.

Next to Gunmar is his advisor and friend Dictatious. Both watch from the stand. Commenting on each troll.

"Is that your daughter, Dictatious?" Gunmar points at the green troll. She dances joyfully with other trolls.

"Yes, she's Nika. The most joyous of all my children."

Gunmar pat Dictatious' back. "You have the Pale Lady's blessing enquiring heirs. Go, dance with your blood."

He smiles proudly and goes to Nika. Anew song begins to play, Dictatious offers Nika to a dance. Nika takes Dictatious hand and they dance together with the beat of the drums and instruments.

Nika glances up at Gunmar, he was watching them.

"Are you alright?" Dictatious ask. "You are distracted."

"I'm fine. But, I want to ask Gunmar something."

He pause and looks at her. "Well, be careful. His in a cheerful mood now but don't let your guard down."

She nods and goes to Gunmar's throne. She kneels to him.

"Stand." Gunmar order. "No need for formalities in a day of celebration."

"My sire, if I may ask a question?"

He nods.

"...what are the humans like?"

Gunmar stare at her surprised. He then let out a loud laugh. "Why are you so interested in our meat?"

"I heard the humans use to took over the planet. With tall buildings, and metal beasts that crawl on the surface. I was also told we use to live under the humans like rats."

Gunmar frown a bit. "Come here child. Sit in your father's throne"

Nika cautiously did as she was told.

"You Galadrigals are always a curious bunch." He chuckled. "While trolls were rats, humans were cockroaches. Invading the planet, taking all its resources. They were killing this planet. The planet was dying. When Morgana blessed us with the Enteral Night, we store everything back to its original place. Humans are now cattle. Trolls are free from hiding. Trolls took over the world. And now we will restore it."

"But are we similar to the humans? Taking over lands and recorces for our own gain?"

Dictatious, who heard everything, rush between him and his daughter. "Okay! That's enough questions sweetie! I apologize my lord!"

"Stand down." Gunmar is calm. "Nika. Long before you were born, when your parents were young, humans stole troll land. Humans and trolls were never meant to live in one place together."

"But-"

"Enough girl." Gunmar gave a low growl. "Dictatious, get Nika some food. She looks hungry."

Dictatious grab Nika's shoulders. "Right away sire." He pulls her away.

"But..." She followed Dictatious. "Have you meet a worthy human before!" She yelled the question to Gunmar.

Everyone pause, the music stopped. Everyone was staring at them.

Gunnmar got off his throne and slowly steps towards father and daughter. He looks down at her, intimidating her. "I have." He said calmly. "The last Trollhunter. He almost killed me. For a human child, it impressed me."

Gunmar looks over at the crowd. "No more questions! Time to celebrate!"

Everyone cheer and the music began to play. Dictatious pulled Nika aside. "Are you insane? You could have died?"

"And you would still be loyal to him." Nika show his hands off her shoulders.

"What's with the stubbornness all of a sudden?"

Nika scoff. "I heard stories about humans. The stories not told by trolls! I heard some of Milo's books." She whispers. "They're history, they're biology. They even went to the moon father! The moon! We should we be working with them! Not eat them!"

"Enough!" Dictatious snapped. "No more! No more reading human books! No more questions! Just...go back to the cave if you won't behave!"

Nika glares at him. "Fine. I feel like I shouldn't be celebrating anyways." She scoffs and storms away.

Dictatious sighs and shook his head. "What am I going to do with her?"

#one shot

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ivormybeloved · 1 month ago

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woe, more fugitive au thoughts upon thee because the brainrot returned (on mobile so if this sends multiple times whoops)

Besides Jeb the sheep, do you think either of the boys ever try to take anything else, such as a dog or other livestock? It’d be pretty funny to watch the boys killing skeletons for bones, only to get frustrated when the wolf they’re trying to befriend takes them all and leaves without being tamed

hey if Milo has difficulties swimming with the manacles on… what’s an encounter with a drowned gonna be like for him?

Since Reginald has to start off more-or-less being Milo’s bodyguard since he can’t fight for himself super well, does Reggie resent the fact he has to keep an eye on and help take care of Milo in the beginning? Especially considering Reggie only fell because he was trying to defend Milo to begin with

Conversely, what is Milo’s opinion on Reginald to start off? I know the boys butt heads a lot and generally just argue, but besides Reginald annoying Milo is there any other issue he has with the guard, or not really?

after the events of Order Up! and Sky City has been abandoned, does Isa ever address Reginald and Milo’s situation or does she just try to ignore the fact they’re both alive?

on that note, do Isa and Reginald ever talk about him being ‘banished’? The two seem fairly close in-game so I’m curious to know if Reginald has anything to say to Isa after the fact

if the boys don’t make it back up to Sky City imagine they’re both minding their own business and then suddenly Isa falls from the sky with this rando. Milo is going to make SO MUCH fun of Isa friggin immediately

The boys are on a mining trip and discover a mineshaft with a cave spider spawner right in the first tunnel they find. How are they handling this situation

hehehe yes... (I'm on mobile always dw)

1. Yeah they probably gave up on taming wolves because of all the bones they needed. Reginald isn't very fond of them anyway.

2. Lot of kicking and trashing in the water. Afterwards, he wouldn't go back in the water out of fear. Even in a boat (unless forced or bribed)

3. Reginald can't fight that well either, but he definitely can fight better than Milo. Sky City guards (in this AU) weren't trained much for combat as they didn't have any high level threats other than the people of Sky City. This also causes Reginald to get a bit irritated with Milo too easily paired with the whole "having to protect him" thing.

4. Milo sees him as bossy and overall just treats him almost the same as he treats Isa in canon. Other than that, nothing much.

5. She addresses it and seems to have changed her mind about her actions now that there's land. Milo, however, is not as convinced.

6. They're not close in this AU per say, they pretty much treat each other with respect (Reginald still looks up to Isa tho). While Reginald is absolutely hurt by the banishment, he will go with anything the Founder commands him too—even if that means sending him to his death. He IS convicted of treason in Sky City anyway. Reg does figure some stuff out (bro is having a mid life crisis in this AU while Milo's feeding a sheep in the background 😭) and they do talk.

7. He'd make fun of her, definitely, but the first moment he sees her his immediate emotion is fear that this woman will KILL him

8. Blocking the tunnel and leaving it until they're ready. Spoiler alert: they tried to fight the cave spiders—many times—and never beat them. Gave up and moved on 😭

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm au #minecraft: story mode #fugitive au #mcsm milo x reginald #mcsm milo #mcsm reginald #mcsm jailbirds #mcsm isa

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laylasverse · 3 months ago

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THE TELL-ALL ✶ 𝓑𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗥

౨ৎ this shifting exercise by zaddizu in my better cr ( even though i did her last one in this reality too lol ).

01. HEAVY MAKEUP, SOFT MAKEUP OR NONE? i forgot to learn how to do my makeup as a little girl & have yet to figure it out so unfortunately no.

02. AN ARTIST YOU'D LIKE TO WATCH PLAY LIVE? i mean..... like.. frank ocean..

03. IS YOUR LIFE DANGEROUS? absolutely not.

04. IF YOU WERE TO CHANGE ONE ASPECT OF YOUR LIFE, BIG OR SMALL, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? i would change the fact i have to be in a dorm my freshman year in college. i would much rather live in an apartment but yk.

05. HOW DO YOU DRESS? like a fucking idiot. jk here's my closet.

06. WHAT IS YOUR MBTI? intp!

07. FAVORITE SEASON? fall, oh my goodness. when the leaves start falling and the wind picks up. i am in heaven. don't let me go on a walk in the fall. i will not be returning.

08. ARE YOU AN ORGANIZED PERSON? mostly. i keep track of almost everything & i physically cannot be late to something. but my room gets a little wild after a few weeks ngl.

09. WHAT IS YOUR OCCUPATION? currently i am a youtuber / influencer, but i'm going to college to be an architect! even after i graduate i will still be on the internet.. just like making buildings on the side.

10. WHAT'S AN ATTRACTIVE ASPECT YOU ADMIRE? being able to shut the fuck up. like you just don't have the urge to make a dumb sound or make some reference? oh, so you think you're better than me? ( you are )

11. DO YOU KNOW ANY INSTRUMENTS? nope

12. DO YOU HAVE A PARTNER? A CRUSH? yea, i've got this massive crush on this dude. he like follows me around a lot and steals my food.. but he's cute so

13. WHAT IS A SONG THAT DESCRIBES YOU? miles by sza.

14. SOMETHING YOU CARRY 24/7? i always carry my car key with me with my little lego batman keychain.

15. LOOK INTO YOUR BAG/PURSE, WHAT'S IN THERE? IS IT MESSY? ORGANIZED? WHAT BAG IS IT? i rarely use a bag or purse. i stuff everything into my pockets or if i don't have any i'll make jason carry everything. but when i do carry around a bag it's just my school bag & i put my camera stuff in it.

16. WHERE DO YOU SPEND MOST YOUR TIME? my bedroom. i love my cave.

17. A PERSON YOU DISLIKE & WHY. jojo siwa, because claiming "gay pop" as new & yours in the big 2024 is crazy.

18. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TIME OF THE DAY? the midnight hour when everyone is asleep and i can haunt the house.

19. DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN FIVE WORDS. nonchalant, casual, calm, collected, & chill /j

20. WHAT ARE YOU KNOWN FOR? falling up stairs.

21. IF YOU COULD BROADCAST A SENTENCE TO EVERYONE IN THE WORLD, WHAT WOULD YOU SAY? that dress was white & gold.

22. IF YOU HAVE AN S/O, HOW DID YOU MEET THEM? we met on the first day of fourth grade. he spun a fidget spinner on one finger and i went "that's so freakin' cool" then we became besties. it happened just like that. don't worry. i'm not fibbin'.

23. BIGGEST PET PEEVE? when people chew really loudly like with gum. they're smacking their lips and i fr want to grab their lips and pull them off. also, if they scrape their teeth against the utensils they're using to eat. i can't eat in silence because i can't stand listening to anyone, even myself, eating.

24. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ITEM YOU OWN? my camera. i love to take pictures & videos. it might be a problem. also! fun fact i once wrote an essay on if constantly taking pictures is living life through them and if it was damaging or not.

25. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? yes! i have a cat named milo & a dog named cooper. i got cooper from the local shelter for my thirteenth birthday. and i got milo for christmas my senior year of high school. both them live at home in ohio with my mom.

26. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF CLOTHING YOU OWN? definitely my two necklaces. i wear them everyday.

27. FAVORITE ANIMAL? polar bears.

28. WEIRDEST FAN INTERACTION YOU'VE HAD? okay so, you guys know that person that sings to celebrities? i was in at the zoo, eating dippin dots, and they showed up out of nowhere and sung tweaker by gelo. me & jason stood there a little gobsmacked. once he hit the "woahh uh woahh" in the sing-song tone both our jaws dropped. jason also might've been a little high but- the guy singing tweaker at me had me astonished.

29. DO YOU ENJOY YOUR LIFESTYLE? yes, i love the quiet life i live. i love my time alone & being able to post my silly little videos on the internet. you will never catch me being a youtuber in the heart of los angeles. very scary. very spooky.

#shiftblr #shifting #shifting blog #reality shifting #shifting realities #jason todd #better cr #fame dr #© laylasverse .#౨ৎ better cr .

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cheezbites · 2 years ago

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Bf!Ghost x Cat!Mom!Reader

✎: this is for my cat moms out there

♡Summary: Bf!Ghost meets and adapts to your furry friends.

Bf!Ghost watched as you lined all your cats up for a roll call. They peered at the towering, bulky man standing before them as their eyes instantaneously dilated like black marbles. Your cats who were more on the more defensive side slightly shied away from him - downturning their ears and keeping their heads low.

“So, here’s Coco,” you began, gesturing at the small, dark brown kitten who was comfortably tucked away into a kitten loaf. “Here’s Bambi - you can easily remember her ‘cuz Bambi’s a very fluffy fatty,” in which she was - a round, white, furry ragdoll. She kept her gaze intently fixed onto Simon, like if she were to look away he’d suddenly disappear. “This is Rocky, and that’s Benjamin—“

“Benjamin?” he asked, his expression suddenly growing in amusement.

“It’s a long story, okay?” you groaned, playfully nudging him for mocking your precious baby’s name. “It’s complicated. But, she is in fact a girl and it’s Benny for short.”

Nodding along to your words whenever you spoke, he felt obscurely intrigued by the cats displayed in front of him. He never thought he’d be willingly standing in the same room as a cat - let alone multiple cats being the massive dog person he is. The dogs he were familiar with ranged from big and tough ones or soft and cuddly ones, like Golden Retrievers and many others.

“And then… there’s Milo.” You finished, pointing at blank air, “he’s always hiding when guests are over. I’d be surprised if you even get to see what he looks like in person,” you giggled, amused with the thought of Simon never getting to meet who you sent him pictures and videos of the most; either if it was Milo doing silly things in the silliest of places or random videos of him. He had dark, indistinguishable fur, so he can easily hide and observe others from a distance and go unnoticed like a cute shadow.

Bf!Ghost didn’t really plan on interacting with your cats despite how adorable they were. They didn’t really want to interact with him, either. It’s a win-win. It was like they were fearful to go up to him, but in all honestly, he doesn’t bite. Everyone else but Bambi understood this, she never shies away from being a friendly, clingy extrovert; she’d rub her whiskers against his ankles and purr into him as if she was making her mark on him, indirectly claiming him as her second owner. The moment you weren’t in the room, they all seemingly scattered away like a harsh wind was being blown on sand.

He couldn’t help but be astonished with the thought of how much time you must commit into all the feeding, petting, cleaning or changing their ‘doo-doo boxes’, (as you simply put it). Even their toys, food packets and cave beds are organised - and they’re well behaved. They rarely fight or quarrel with each other or cats that they’re unfamiliar with. He even remembers seeing Rocky playing outside with some random cat. He shared his tuna snack with them, as well as kindly befriending them. You had incredible motherly skills when it came to that massive, ever-growing kitten family.

Bf!Ghost has a sleek black sketchbook where he draws hyper-realistic wild animals in his free time. They’re all very high in detail and quality, he only uses a mechanical pencil or a scarce amount of materials when he draws. Drawing was an effective and productive distraction from all else. The contents inside where more on the edgier side; menacing skulls, roaring bears, large lions - things along those lines. Being the artist he was, he noticed how still your cats could be despite their energetic outbursts. They were always calm and still in the cutest of poses like the kitty loaf or when they poke their bellies out when stretching. He couldn’t help but draw Coco who was sleeping on your living room carpet, freely extending her limbs out with her eyes closed as she endearingly purred to herself. Her snout was in a cutely shaped w, like she was warmly smiling. She was basically an adorable muse that was longing to be drawn, and so he got to work, darting his gaze between his sketchbook and Coco’s restated state, methodically stroking lines with his pencil his sketchbook’s high-quality paper. He tried his best to capture her cuteness, like a photographer who just copy and pasted the kitten onto paper - and all with a pencil and a spare amount of time. He was now a professional printer who drew your kittens quite often. But, they all looked so out of place amongst the sketchbook’s general theme. For one page you could get an ominous wolf or a dark, sinister raven, the next page you get a wholesome sketch of Bambi snuggling Benny, adorably falling asleep in each other’s warmth with hearts around it. Everyone else in the cat family had been drawn… except for Milo. He hasn’t even seen him up close, the closest thing Simon’s gotten to him is the sound of his anxious footsteps scurrying away from areas he picked up on Simon’s lingering scent.

Bf!Ghost got your cats to gradually open up to him, it was a more of a tedious process for Milo, though. He couldn’t help but want to pet them. They slightly flinched the first times he’d touch them, but they still mutually endured in the feeling of his hands enveloped around and gently stroked them. His clothes would be stained in their fur after, but he doesn’t really mind it as he’s too busy living in the moment. The way they closed their eyes, purred and melted into his touch and softly vibrated was all too worth it. You love taking in the sight of him being so adoring with them, despite him being very keen on dogs rather than cats.

He befriended everyone else, but he was still left defeated - he needed the last family member to come say hello to him. He’d crouch down next to the cupboard, where Milo was hiding under, and softly coo to him like he could actually understand a word he was saying,

“‘ts alright, buddy, ‘m not gonna hurt ya,” he teased one of the rat toys in his hand under the cupboard’s gap, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of his paw reaching out to try claw at it but the only thing he got in response was Milo’s nervous footsteps further rummaging into the darkness for protection.

Bf!Ghost went out of his way to buy tuna treats, mostly for trying to teach them tricks as a satirical experiment. But he’d fail about each and every time, sigh in defeat before giving them the tuna snack, just for being ineffably cute and greedily meowing at the mere scent of it. Their eyes always curiously dilated and heads would slightly crooked to the side, being confused at the British man crouching down besides them, repeating “Siitttt, c’mon. Sit,” whilst wagging the treat in the air as an offer for their compliance. He gave up with the in vain tricks and tried fetch. He tossed one of their toys across the room, whenever one of them got it they’d zealously claw at it with their sharp teeth. He expectedly waved the snack around, expecting them to return with the toy in their mouth.

Long story short, it never works.

That was until you were watching. He promised you that Rocky knew how to play fetch, knowing that he would only sink his paws into the toy that’s been thrown instead of returning it.

Rocky ran towards the tossed toy, briefly clawed at it, then somehow returned with it in his mouth, nearly dropping it on the way.

“I never knew Rocky was such a good boy!” you exclaimed, astonishment heavy in your tone. You knelt down besides him and contently pet his multi-coloured beige and brown fur for his supernatural achievement.

Simon was honestly shocked. After all his attempts, all it took was for you to be there so it to actually work. He casually played this off like he taught them how to play fetch with a smug expression.

“Yeah, they learnt from the best.” He teased, gesturing to himself like he’s made the decade’s biggest discovery.

Bf!Ghost would gently ruff your kitties fur and subconsciously say, “Who’s a good kitten? Who’s the cutest kitten?” as he did. Even though his petting style was akin to how you’d pet a dog, he was still super soft and gentle in doing so. He just can’t help but express his dog person personality, even with cats.

Bf!Ghost is used a human bed by these cats. They playfully squabble over who gets to sleep on Simon or who’s turn it was, jumping on his lap for attention or meowing in front of him, demanding pets and praises.

The most precious moment he’s had so far is when both Benny and Coco fell asleep on him at the same time without disputing; they were both too still, warm and tired.

Bf!Ghost was having a movie night with you. In the corner of his eye, he saw a tiny, dark critter moving around. He just dismissed it, assuming it was just Bambi who would just meow for him to pet her again. That was until he noticed that he hasn’t seen this curious creature before.

Lo and behold… Milo. Here he was, living and breathing, standing right in front him. He turned to you, checking if you were witnessing this as well, but you were already half asleep and on the verge of dozing off right on your couch. Milo leapt and curled onto his lap, warmly purring. He shot you another unsure look, knowing damn well that when you woke up and if he were to tell you about this, you wouldn’t believe him for a second. But, Simon gladly gave into him, feeling a sense of achievement whilst petting Milo’s short, slick and dark fur. His in vain attempts of getting him to come meet him finally deterred. He fondly smiled to himself and the timid kitten curled up before him.

Bf!Ghost has finally met your whole kitten family, sharing wholesome, funny and rather confusing moments together. The thought of petting so many cats in such a short period of time never crossed his mind - let alone befriending and growing bonds with them. It’s like he became a part of you guys. You, the organised and caring mother. Your cats, great snuggle buddies for when you’re having sleeping troubles and also your adorable children you’d do anything to protect and care for and Simon, the newest addition and ‘farther figure’ of this family.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this, I’ll drop a König version later for sure😭!!

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