#only being able to see whats right in front of you. cant feel how fast your legs are moving but youre definitely running

[carnation-damnation]

shadow raced against the clock in a wet and eerie jungle (scared) to save somebody he didn't even know well just because he was reminded of maria's values that mirror his own (that he was forced to forget)

And you're telling me that he doesn't have any friends? That he doesn't care about people?

[sentientgolfball]

okay golfball NO i cant stop thinking about the phantom/mountain and then swiss think nghngnghg the fucking ENDING arghgfhhfhg id totally die if you wrote a continuation to this like...does swiss accept the challenge??? how does phantom feel about maybe being fought over so soon??? maybe they discover they have a thing for objectification and/or posessiveness??? i MUST know my friend

I think. Mayhaps. I got a little carried away with this. I hope everyone enjoys part 2 to this mwhehehehehe :3

Word Count: 2953

Tags: irresponsible use of earth magick, probably the meanest I've written Mount, objectification, free use

He’s stopped by a low growl coming from Mountain. He looks up, meeting his emerald eyes. He can see the warning in the way they darken. Swiss grins, fangs flashing in the dim light of the setting sun. He’s never been one to back down from a challenge.  

“You know, sharing is caring Mount.” Swiss tugs Phantom closer to him with the grip on their tail. They whimper despite the way their cock begins to chub up again. 

Mountain doesn’t respond verbally. He growls again, deep like rolling thunder. He bares his fangs and his eyes begin to glow softly. It takes Swiss a moment to process, but he’s too late. The forest of plants in Mountain’s room come to life, thick, leafy vines wrapping around his arms and neck. Swiss curses and tries to fight his way out of their grip, but he can’t. Not without destroying them. The vines tighten and twist until they’re able to force Swiss to let go of Phantom, tying his arms securely behind his back. He glares at Mountain. 

“You really wanna do this? Right in front of the new summon?” 

“Yeah hey what the fuck is going on?” Phantom murmurs. 

Mountain doesn’t respond. Either because he didn’t hear them or he doesn’t care to answer, Swiss isn’t sure. Instead he tugs Phantom closer until they’re squished against his chest. 

“Hey Mountain. Buddy—oh.” They’re stopped when he sinks his fangs into the side of their neck. He keeps eye contact with Swiss. Phantom squirms in his arms. Their cock gets so hard so fast it makes them lightheaded. 

“Are you fucking serious,” Swiss snarls, “You’re that much of a possessive bitch you can’t even—“ 

The vines around Swiss’ neck tighten. Not enough to cut off airflow, but enough to have him gasping. He thrashes, instincts taking over as he tries to get away. They only grow tighter around him. 

Mountain detaches himself from Phantom’s neck, blood staining his lips. He doesn’t seal the wound, letting rivers of ruby drip down their chest. He swipes his tongue over his fangs, still holding eye contact with Swiss. Phantom is panting quietly in the space between them. 

“You don’t touch things that don’t belong to you,” Mountain’s voice is deep, deeper than usual and gravelly. 

The words make something stir within Phantom. The sinister look in Mountain’s eyes isn’t helping that feeling. They’ve never belonged to anyone before. Never had more than a few interactions with other ghouls before being summoned. Now they’re pressed tight to this massive earth ghoul’s chest with their blood running down his face, staining his fangs. That combined with the sudden change from sweet and attentive to predatory and snarling has their head swimming. The gentle Mountain was nice, but they think they’d like to get to know this one even more. 

Their focus is pulled from Mountain with choked off curses in Infernal spilling from Swiss’ lips. They watch him struggling against the vines, black and white eyes rapidly changing colors as he tries to get ahold of his elements. They knew Swiss had eyes for them, kind of hard not to with their quintessence. But watching him actively trying to defy Mountain, just to get to them, makes more heat pool in their stomach. It makes their cock throb where it’s trapped against Mountain’s abdomen. 

Mountain grips their jaw hard, forcing them to look back at him. His expression is cold, a stark contrast to the adoration from mere moments ago. Mountain studies them, eyeing them like a bug caught under a microscope. Phantom feels their cheek heat at his stoic gaze. Suddenly he sighs. 

“Will you be quiet,” he growls, snapping his fangs. 

Swiss gets one last hiss in before another vine wraps around his mouth, effectively gagging him. If looks could kill, Mountain would be a dead man. Swiss’ tail lashes wildly behind him, the air whistling behind him as it whips. 

“Better,” he turns his attention back to Phantom,” since he cannot fathom that I got to you first, I’ll just have to restake my claim.”

Phantom gasps when they feel Mountain trace a finger around their hole. He doesn’t hesitate to dip two fingers inside, reveling in the feeling of his cum still there. It’s not like they need the prep after the first time, but Mountain doesn’t care. He likes listening to the sweet little sounds they make when he curls his fingers just right. And he loves watching Swiss sweat, eyes blazing with desire and breathing heavily through his nostrils like the muzzled beast he is. He slips a third finger in, still meeting no resistance, just to watch his pupils blow. 

Mountain grins when he feels Phantom’s tail wrap around his forearm. He uses his other hand to gently pet along the length of it before unwinding it. He tugs their tail up roughly, earning a wounded little whine. He exposes them completely, staring down Swiss over their shoulder while he works his fingers. Swiss played the wrong game with the wrong ghoul. Mountain won’t relent until he’s crying. But Swiss is a stubborn fool, he won’t go down just from some foreplay. Good thing Mountain is determined. 

He slides his fingers out of Phantom with a slick pop, spreading their cheeks just so Swiss can watch his cum drip out of their ass. He growls, fangs puncturing the vine that’s wrapped around his mouth. Mountain flinches, glaring at him. 

“Do that again and we’ll have a real problem on our hands.” A vine with massive thorns slithers out from under the bed, stopping right at Swiss’ feet. The thorns are thick, all black and red at the very tips. Swiss immediately recognizes them as flora from the Pit. He’s too afraid to even wonder how Mountain was able to grow these, let alone why. 

Just as quickly as they appeared, they disappear. Slithering back under the bed, out of sight but not out of mind. Swiss just nods, message received loud and clear. Mountain hums before turning his attention back to Phantom. He slides his hands up, wrapping around their waist. Phantom follows the movement with their eyes and nearly chokes when they see his thumbs are practically touching. Obviously Mountain is big, but they never realized how small they were. 

They don’t have long to sit on this revelation before his hold tightens. He grips them roughly, sure to leave bruises in the morning. Mountain lifts them with ease, positioning them so that their hole is hovering right over his cock. Mountain shifts to plant his hooves firmly on the mattress. The movement brushes the tip against them and Phantom lets out a shuddering breath. Without warning Mountain slams them down, hips meeting hips. They’re still so open from the first time that he goes in with almost no resistance. There’s the faintest stinging feeling of stretching and it makes Phantom’s mouth water. 

“You were made for me weren’t you?” Mountain rumbles as he begins to rock his hips up into them. 

Phantom just nods deliriously, a soft little uhhuh falling from their lips. It’s too hard to think of a more intelligible response with a dick the size of their forearm pushing against their prostate. Mountain hums in approval before dipping his head to lick up the trails of dried blood. He drags his tongue all the way to the source. The bite is no longer dripping, but it’s still wet and shiny with the blood that’s bubbling at the surface. Mountain traces the outline of his fang indents before wrapping his lips around the wound and sucking. Phantom keens, digging their claws into his shoulders. The pricks of pain send a zap of pleasure down Mountain’s spine, pooling in his stomach. He slams his hips into Phantom with enough force to have them gasping. 

Swiss can’t take his eyes off of where they meet, can’t look away from the sight of Phantom’s hole stretching around Mountain’s cock. From the way each thrust has more and more of Mountain’s cum dripping down his length to coat his balls. He’s so hard it hurts and he wants nothing more than to bury himself inside of his sweet little bug. He knows exactly what to do to get what he wants. He just has to wait. Wait until Mountain’s focus waivers enough for Swiss to use his own little bit of earth to get these vines off of him. Until then he’ll enjoy the show. 

Phantom feels overwhelmed in the best way possible. They can’t decide whether to focus on the feeling of Mountain practically sucking their blood or the way he’s hammering into a spot so deep within them they didn’t even realize it was there. It’s maddening and they want more. That combined with the feeling of Swiss’ gaze on their body makes their mind feel fuzzy. Being put on display like this makes everything feel more intense if that were even possible. Sure they’ve seen their new packmates go at each other, but to be on the other end of it is something else entirely. They think they prefer it this way. 

Mountain hits a particularly good spot and it has their body instinctively clenching. Though, it’s a fruitless effort with how stretched open they are. Still, Mountain must feel something because he grunts against Phantom’s skin before picking up the pace. It has Phantom gasping and writhing against him, falling boneless against his chest. They wrap their arms around his shoulders and bury their face in the crook of his neck, trying to stay grounded. It's all they can do with the force Mountain is fucking them. 

“Taking it so good bug,” he murmurs into their ear, “nobody is ever going to be able to fuck you like this. They’ll try and all you’ll be able to do is think of me.” 

Swiss narrows his eyes. He can’t hear what he’s saying, but he knows if Mountain is muttering filth into Phantom’s ear then he’s close. Swiss won’t have to wait to get his hands on his little bug much longer. His black and white eyes shift to a deep forest green as he begins to work his own earth magick into the vines. 

Mountain doesn’t notice. He’s too caught up in the feeling of Phantom wrapped around him. Too close to care about anything that’s not immediate pleasure. He sucks a mark in the space between their ear and jaw and they let out the prettiest, high pitched moan. That’s enough for Mountain. He gets about three good thrusts in before he cums with a shout. He rocks his hips through the waves of his orgasm, fucking his spend as deep as he can inside of Phantom. He kisses and licks across their neck, taking in as much of that ozone and frozen apple scent as he can. He’s not even aware of them shaking in his arms, working their way through their own release. That is, until a sudden weight on the bed steals his attention. 

Mountain lifts his head from Phantom’s neck slowly, chest still heaving. Swiss is kneeling on the mattress right next to them, a dangerous grin on his face. Mountain watches the green bleed from his eyes, shifting back to their normal black and white. 

“My turn.” He narrows his eyes. 

To his surprise, Mountain relents. He loosens his hold on Phantom enough that Swiss is able to pull them against him. 

“You going soft on me, Mount?” Swiss teases, hungry eyes roaming over Phantom. 

“Not at all.” 

Swiss yelps when a hand wraps around a horn, yanking his head to expose his neck. Mountain shifts the fabric of his muscle tee out of the way, just enough to expose the raised lines of scarred tissue that rests in the spot where shoulder meets neck. 

“No harm in letting my toys play for a little.” As if to drive his point home, Mountain presses his thumb into the old mark. Swiss involuntarily whimpers at the pressure, a blush dusting his cheeks. 

Normally he’d argue, make things difficult just for his own amusement. Not this time. Swiss has been handed what he wants on a silver platter and he’s not going to push his luck. He’ll save that for another night. Instead he shakes himself out of Mountain’s hold, glaring at him before turning his attention to Phantom. He runs a clawed hand through their hair, earning himself a reedy little whine when he scratches against their scalp. 

“You wanna be used so bad, don’t you?” Swiss asks all too sweet for the situation at hand. 

“Please,” Phantom breathes before they can even think about what Swiss is saying. 

“Oh an eager little thing. I like that. Don’t you worry bug, I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Swiss uses his other hand to pull the waistband of his sweatpants down. 

He slides them down far enough to get his cock out, not bothering with taking them all the way off. Phantom’s eyes go wide at the little gold bead at the tip. They didn’t know you could get pierced there too. Swiss laughs at the way they stare at it. 

“Like what you see?” 

“Uhhuh” Phantom mumbles with a shake of their head. 

Swiss hums, “Why don’t you show it how much you like it?” 

Swiss uses the hand in their hair to bring them that much closer to his cock. Phantom gets the hint, tongue flicking out to experimentally lick at the slit. They make a low noise in their throat when the taste of him hits their tongue. They dive back in, tongue lapping up every drop of pre that bubbles up. 

“Come on buggy, kiss it. Suck it. It’s not nice to tease.” 

Mountain snorts, “That’s rich coming from you.” 

“Can it dirt boy. You know you—“ 

Swiss chokes on his words when Phantom wraps their lips around the tip of his cock. They run the flat of their tongue over the bar of the piercing and Swiss sees stars. The hand nestled in their hair tightens, pushing them down farther. He’s able to shove them down until their nose is pressed against the coarse hair at the base without them gagging or pulling back. Swiss laughs when realization hits. 

“You really were made for taking dick, huh?” 

Phantom looks up at him through their lashes. There’s a sheen of wetness in their eyes, but they don’t make a move to detach themselves from him. Swiss gives an experimental roll of his hips and the little noise they make stokes the fire in his veins. He gently traces their jaw with the tips of his fingers, trailing them down until he wraps that hand around their throat. Swiss doesn’t apply any pressure, just holds them. 

He pulls out of their mouth until just the tip is resting against their bottom lip. He tilts his head, flashes a fang filled smile before shoving himself back in in one go. He fucks Phantom’s throat with urgency, desperate now that he finally has his cock in them. He doesn’t even feel the bite of their claws in his thighs, too lost in the feeling of himself through their skin. Phantom is pliant, breathing heavily through their nose and keeping their jaw lax so Swiss can take what he needs. They want to be used. They like being used. 

Swiss can’t take his eyes off of their face. The dusky little blush that goes from the tips of their ears to the base of their neck. Their unfocused, hazy eyes. Pupils blown, consumed entirely by lust. The stray trails of tears that manage to slip from the corners. The way their lips and chin are shiny from a mix of drool and pre. It’s too much for him. Fuck it’s too much. 

He gets a few more good thrusts in before he slams them down as far as they’ll possibly go. Swiss’ head tips back when he cums, a long drawn out moan echoing around the room. He shudders as Phantom eagerly swallows around him, drinking down every last drop. Savoring the taste of him. Swiss finally pulls them off when pleasure turns to overstimulation. 

They smile deliriously at him, a line of salvia still connecting their lips to the head of his cock. Swiss smiles back, pulling them up to his chest and flopping back onto the pillows. Mountain shifts so that he can pull the tangle of ghouls closer to him. 

“You with us little love?” Mountain runs his hands through their hair, careful to not pull on any knots. 

“I think…I think I discovered some things about myself tonight,” they laugh a little, smiling at both of the bigger ghouls. 

“Glad we could be of service.” Swiss kisses between their horns with a grin. 

They chuff happily, nuzzling their nose into the crook of Swiss’ neck. Their tail wrapping around one of Mountain’s legs. Mountain shifts closer to Swiss, resting his head on top of his, careful to avoid his horns. Swiss tilts his head up to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. 

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Mountain murmurs into his hair. 

“No Momo I’m okay. Scared the fuck of me though when you brought out that trailing death.” 

Mountain hums, “You know I’d never actually let it prick you, right?” 

Swiss kisses him again, gently rubbing at the base of Phantom’s horn, “Course I do…but why the fuck do you even have that?” 

Mountain pulls back ever so slightly, just even to be able to look down at him. He smiles, “Its leaves make a wonderful sedative. So sweet you’d never know they were in there.” 

[bearw-me]

Hiiii!!! Would you mind doing headcannons / a fanfic where Husk has a crush on the reader and one day they ask him if they could cover being a bartender for a while to give him a small break (and to chat with Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb bc they are sitting at the bar too) and he agrees, not thinking that they would actually be able to make any drink or anything, but they actually end up being a phenomenal bartender (yet has never told or shown anyone until now), and it make him flustered as he has an even bigger crush on them now (which he thought was literally impossible). Thank youuuu!!!! 💖💖💖 (Also I love ur work 💖✨)

I cant describe in words how your request made me feel lmao! and thank you so much! ( i could talk about this dynamic all day ♡♡♡

𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐰 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐔𝐩 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞

𐐒 includes : husk x gender neutral! reader, cherri bomb, angel dust 𐐒 cw : drinking/mentions of drinking, swearing, fluff, mutual pining, reader and husk are flirting so hard smh 𐐒 summary : Husk could use a break from the bar, so you offer to take up the job for the rest of the night! 𐐒 word count : 1.7 k 𐐒 note : ah, husk + his drinks (guys! husk! with a bartender! is!) my heart is liquid now

The night sure was lively now that Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb came (literally) crashing through the front door.

You smiled, resting your head in your hands as you watched the two from the end of the bar. "Those two must be a handful for you," you teased, letting your eyes flit over to the grumpy old cat you adored.

He managed a smile, glancing over at the two who were downing shots like tomorrow didn't exist. "Yes they are," he mumbled.

"So why'd you come over here Whiskers? You know I'm still working on my drink."

"You know I gotta keep my customer's satisfied," his voice teased back- just as smooth as the whiskey he poured- how charming, you thought. "Can't leave you here all by yourself."

You nodded, feeling a blush creep over the tips of your ears and nose.

Although, you couldn't help but notice. . .

Husk, the charming gambling cat who bartended for the hotel, a cat you could've sworn- or hoped- wanted your attention most nights. . . stared at the pair across the bars edge with a tired eye.

You quietly followed his gaze, humming as you pondered the next move.

"Why don't you pour yourself a drink? On me," you slid your card over the polished wood, only to be stopped as soon as it hit the edge of the bar. Husk's fingers pushing gently against yours.

"It's bad luck for a bartender to drink on the job."

"Is that so? Sounds like superstition," you teased, sadly tucking the card into your pocket.

Doesn't usually stop him from doing it, you moped.

"Hey baby! You can buy me a drink, no strings of course!" Angel called over to you, bringing shameless attention to his chest and biting his lip.

The bar laughed with him, spirits deliciously high tonight now that the couple had joined.

You were glad for the change of pace, "You know what?" You pulled the card out again, raising three fingers so that Husk knew how much to pour "I will buy you that drink Angel."

Cherri and Angel celebrated by downing a shot each, the young overlord herself yelling into the air with glee at the score.

Your gaze lingered over to the two, the sounds of vodka and juice being poured next to you. "Husk?" you asked, not really turning to look at him.

"What's on your mind?"

You waited until the sounds of pouring stopped, little freckles of juice sticking to your hand. . . then you turned to him, a little unsure in what you were asking "This drinks for you."

With a gentle hand, you tried to stop him from sliding it over to you, and responded just as fast as his denial "Let me run the bar for the rest of the night!"

His confusion morphed into the classic doubtful Husk you knew: always keeping his guard up.

"Oh really," he rasped, leaning over the bar to hover right next to your face.

Maybe he was trying to intimidate you, or try to see through you. . . but you tried not to flinch at the challenge, watching his dark eyes narrow "And what do you get out of this?"

You shrugged, a dumb smile popping onto your lips "Time to sober up? How hard could it be?" you purred, relishing in the fact that Husk had recoiled from you.

Sitting across the bar, head cradled in your hands, smirking at him.

He sighed, letting his eyes roll "Alright, fine but-"

Before his sentence even finished, you were right next to him at the back of the bar, staring with a pep in your step at all of the liquors, juices, and garnishes he actually had back here.

"Hey I didn't say you could-"

"Sorry Husk," you pushed him out of the area, feeling a little unwelcome or foreign on this side of the bar.

I mean, you both did, but it wasn't an entirely bad feeling-yet.

"Heyy, the old kitty came to play with us!" Cherri teased, watching as Husk awkwardly took a seat next to the two.

"Finally!" Angel groaned, throwing an arm over Husk and pulling him into the fun.

"On second thought, I don't think this was a good idea," Husk unfurled himself from Angel's grasp.

"Come on Husk, you deserve a break!" Angel insisted.

"Yes! Here are the shots!" You laid the three previously poured shots onto the countertop, eagerly watching as Cherri and Angel picked theirs up, waiting for Husk to join them.

The old cat eyed the shot, the red liquid glimmering quite nicely against the bars wood-top, and back the the pair of smiling faces that awaited him "Fuck it, I could use a drink."

When he smiled, you felt it like your own, proudly watching as the unlikely trio threw the drinks back with a hiss.

"So, what'll it be guys?"

Cherri sighed, slinking over the bar with a devilish grin "Hate 'ta hound ya on your first day, but what can you make?"

You shrugged, the confidence of being behind the bar (and the previous drink you had) voiding any concerns or anxieties you would've had. "What kind of drinks were you thinking?"

"More fucking shots bitch!"

You smiled "Dirty hookers, jagerbombs, lemon drop shots. . . maybe a kamikaze?"

"Oh~" Cherri put a hand on her chest, feigning flattery, "Fucking all of 'em! And throw in a few snake bites for me!"

"Just the dirty hookers for me, doll."

The pair of deviants giggled, marveling at the bars newest bartender and talking to each other whilst you familiarized yourself with Husks' bar.

He keeps it well stocked, you thought. Speaking of which. . .

As you rummaged around for the appropriate bottles, you could feel a familiar burning at the back of your neck.

Husk was staring at you.

You blushed, trying not to make eye contact by busying yourself with this new found task. "What's with the face, Whiskers?"

You heard him grunt, "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You an alcoholic or something?" he clarified, the sound of him running his empty shot glass against the table lying underneath Cherri and Angel's conversation.

You hummed, not really answering until you had everything set on the bar. Five shot glasses on either side, you took the two bottles in hand flipping them upside down with a smile.

The three watched with amusement as you flipped one bottle high up, counting in your head the number of ounces you were pouring with the other while catching the bottle just in time.

Husks stomach was doing flips, watching on with a mix of anxiety that you'd break something (or god forbid hurt yourself) and the fact that you were actually. . . laughing.

The alcohol in your hands, whiskey, rum, vodka- anything- flying between your hands with the debonaire smile on your face.

Every movement, every flip, every spin. It all looked-

Husk caught himself, throwing his gaze to the side and moping. Trying hard not to think about anything.

"Here you go!" You slid the shots over to the pair, sure that it'd keep them busy for a while. . . or at least a few minutes.

"So what'll it be, boss?" You leaned over the counter, solely focused on him now, with that smug smile on your face. . . or maybe you were still a little tipsy.

"Boss?"

"Sure," you shrugged "Your gonna pay me after right?" You laughed when his face dropped, assuring him it was a joke. "Come on Husk, its time for you to be served for once, what kind of drink do you want?"

He seemed to freeze, the little pieces of fur on the back of his neck standing up like he was full of static. "Anything, I just need a drink," he said honestly.

Back to the same tired Husk, you smiled, chest filled with warmth. He looked, or he seemed. . . well you didn't actually know. Did he like that you were behind the bar?

You grabbed him a bottle of beer, easily wrenching the bottle cap off with the metal opener.

Husk took it into his hands faster than you could set it on the bar, tipping the bottle back so far that the dark green glass shone in the hotels light.

"I guessed you really could've used that drink," you sighed, feeling a little guilty for not doing him this favor sooner.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Angel and Cherri caught on as Husk nursed his bottle to almost empty.

You smiled, albeit a little bittersweetly, and turned back to the bar in order to make him something you figured he'd like to try.

With new found 'confidence', Husk blearily eyed your back, a sinking, fluttery feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Watching you clean the glasses, something he did all the time, it looked. . . magnificent when you did it.

The night continued without a hitch.

You watched from behind the bar as the three laughed. Yes, Husk was laughing, bottle in hand and letting Angel Dust push him around playfully, daring the two of them to come gamble with him sometime.

It filled your heart completely, he looked really good with a smile on his face. . . And every now and then you'd catch him staring at you, almost as if he were proud.

To be fair, the thought almost made you fumble a cocktail you were making for Angel Dust.

"You know, your pretty good at this," he complimented you, in that glorious drunken heaven he was in. The quiet purrs coming from him was enough to convince you of that.

"Here," you offered, sliding a small silver tray with two shots and limes on it his way "on me."

He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound as fine as the drinks he served you. "No, I couldn't drink two-"

"This one's for me," you pointed, taking the slim glass between your fingers.

"Drinking on the job is bad luck," he slurred.

"Are you kidding me? This is the best luck I've ever had! Come on," you insisted.

Husk's face, while already burning from the alcohol, was flush with nerves, a little smile on his face from the feeling it gave him. "Thanks."

[the-s1lly-corner]

Various crps x reader who is also a killer

(Yaps)

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack

Notes: reader is GN, established relationships, headcanon heavy for eyeless jack and laughing jack, readers motives for murder are not given- left up to the readers

CWs: canon typical violence, death

Jeff

He enjoys being able to go out and kill with you, its almost like a bonding moment between the two of you! maybe even a date! as dark as it sounds you two might even make bets about your... activities... or try to one up each other on what you managed to get done in a night- who did the most, who was the scariest, and so on and so forth. in a way it reminds me of the dynamic between chucky and tiffany valentine, at least in one of the movies.. particularly where he watches tiff kill that one couple on the waterbed(?), bride of chucky. bear with me its been a moment since ive seen the movies so my memory is a bit fuzzed! hes a little smitten with you when he sees you do your first kill in front of him or if you do something particularly spectacular

Slenderman

whether or not youre an official proxy, he doesnt feel this way or that about your habits. it does come in handy when keeping unwanted visitors out of the forest, though! he always keeps a metaphorical eye on you to make sure you dont get in over your head in a fight. he doesnt usually step in until youre truly in danger, or you cant run away. not that he wouldnt finish the intruder off if you ran away, that person was going to die one way or another... he watches you so closely as you work, observing your movements and behaviors throughout the entire ordeal... its almost like how people watch bugs

Laughing Jack

he doesnt think murder is all that bad, i mean it was exposed to him and taught to him through Isaac- add in that i personally headcanon that he doesnt fully grasps but mortality is.. things can get a little messy fast when the two of you pair up together. i hope youre desensitized to gore because hes going to be showing you what hes done, and hes going to excited and looking for your praise. similar to slenderman he watches you work, though he never really... stands back and lets you do it alone- he jumps right in if things start going south for you

Eyeless Jack

you can offer to collect "food" for him but hes going to be firm and set a hard boundary that he wants to be the one to do it. he likes at least having some form of control over it as well as choose who hes going to eat- on top of not wanting you to involve yourself with his mess... even though you were already killing... he has mixed feelings, he kills in order to survive whereas your motives may be a little different- this may actually be one of the only scenarios where it wouldnt work if you do it for fun or even for no reason

[lovekz]

turn up friday

syn -> it’s rindou’s birthday, and you make sure he smiles at least twice today

warnings : slight angst to fluff, rindou is a birthday princess, ran is a travel model, a bit of dark humor, rindou and ran have a leopard gecko named freya, a bit suggestive

note : happy birthday to rindou! ts is so late and short tho i swear

-

the clock hit twelve, signaling the beginning of a new day.

a very special day.

it was now rindou’s birthday, and he was sitting at his kitchen counter.

in silence.

for the first time in years, rindou has gone into his birthday in an empty home.

no friends to come see him, no brother to smash five different cakes in his face.

nothing.

but him and his lizard.

freya, her name was.

it was a gift from him to ran for his birthday, but he gave it back when he would go overseas.

so freya was with him 90% of the time.

rindou sighed quietly in frustration, lifting himself to his feet and making his way to his room.

humming the tune to ‘happy birthday’ with freya’s fast little legs chasing behind.

before he could make it his doorbell rang about 5 times at once.

rindou pauses in his steps, before resting his hand on the floor.

freya climbs up his arm and rests on his shoulder.

he walks to the front door and opens it, eyes widening immediately.

“happy birthday!��� you practically scream, holding dozens of bags.

and that was so you.

screaming when everyone was well into their beds asleep.

it only happened when you were really excited to see your boyfriend though.

rindou couldn’t even stop his smile.

“what are you doing out so late by yourself? come in.” rindou says, tugging you in.

not hard enough for freya to fly off his shoulder.

you place the bags down onto the counter, refusing to let rindou touch any of them.

it was his birthday, you didn’t mind doing the work for once.

“I can’t let you be by yourself in your birthday, honey. it’s bad enough you went into it by yourself.” you sighed, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

rindou’s heart swoons immediately at your words.

he knew you probably rushed over here to come greet him on his birthday.

“now let’s go to bed. we can open these tomorrow.” you insisted, taking freya from him and guiding him to his room.

he couldn’t wait to see what you had in store

-

and it was exactly how he wanted to spend it.

you make him breakfast first thing in the morning, pancakes and hashbrowns.

he wasn't a big breakfast person, but that was more than enough to give him a big smile for the day.

then the two of you sat on the couch, opening all of his gifts.

you got him new cologne, one of his favorite albums on a vinyl, a snack basket, and a new video game.

he also received other gifts from his friends and his brother in the form of text messages (and cashapp).

raaan sent $200 : srry i cant make it :( happy birthday you shit

shionneedsmoney sent $1.72 : treat urself 2 smth nice bday princess

izanakok sent $50 : ty for not kys, check ur emails (he pre-ordered the new spider-man 2 for him)

kakuchopp sent $2 : you can get the rest when i get paid, happy birthday rindou.

kakuchopp sent $98.23 : nvm js take my bank account i feel bad

rindou was happy from all the gifts he received from his friends, also receiving gifts in the mail and people dropping things off.

now the sun was getting ready to go down, and the two of you pushed the cushions together to create a big bed.

rindou was scrolling through netflix, trying to figure out what he wanted to watch while you ordered food.

you apologized for not being able to get him a cake, but he really didn't care.

you were right next to him in his arms, nothing else mattered.

unless you were offering yourself as the cake, in which he would never refuse that.

now the two of you were about ten minutes into peppermint, holding hands under the fluffy pink blanket you left here.

rindou goes to open his mouth to say something, but gets interrupted by a door being thrown open.

the front door.

"honey i'm home!" ran yelled, holding a pastel blue two tiered cake.

rindou shoots up out of his seat, eyes wide as he stares his brother down in shock.

freya gets scared from this, and ducks under your blanket and in between your hands.

rindou launches himself over the couch and ran immediately places the cake onto the table.

the brothers share a tight hug, rindou crying in his arms.

his big brother was here in the flesh, right in front of him, for his birthday.

kakucho and shion walk in, holding bags of food in their hands.

everyone frees their hands and gets up to hug him, even shion who was recording.

he truly felt blessed.

- bonus -

ran laid out the cakes that he bought with him, a cheeky grin on his face.

you giggled, standing next to him.

rindou was in the bathroom, getting ready for the photo shoot ran promised him.

“everybody grab one.” ran ordered quietly, grabbing the blue cake.

you grab the yellow one, kakucho grabs the green one, and shion grabs the red one.

rindou walks out of the bathroom, fixing the white shirt he had on with white suit pants.

rindou looks to his left, and ran is already smashing the blue cake into his face.

not hard enough to make it hurt though.

everyone follows behind, smashing cake into his face with big grins and cheeky giggles.

when you all finished, you screamed happy birthday at the top of your lungs.

rindou rolls his eyes, licking the icing off the corner of his lip. he should've anticipated this.

"okay lets do your photo shoot, and then clean up. drinks on me!" ran yells, holding a bottle of wrap & nephew and hennesy.

now that was rindou's type of party.

he can beat ran up later, right now it was his birthday and he was with his favorite people.

people who would do anything for him.

rindou's pics came out something like these -> link link link

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Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Title: Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Genre: Fluff, Slow-Burn, Unrequited love, Love-Triangle/Square?, Angst, SFW, NSFW (like one chapter later on, MDNI), Romance.

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Depictions of battles, blood/weapons, NSFW (later on) and it’s NOT incest. (That will also be revealed, much later on) Also, all the characters are AGED-UP (Neteyam and Ao’nung are the eldest being 18 etc…..)

Parings: Neteyam X Reader, Lo’ak X Reader, Ao’nung X Reader

Summary: Y/N, the twin sister of Tsireya and eldest daughter of Ronal and Tonowari is faced with new challenges and obstacles as the Sully’s arrive to Awa'atlu. Y/N cant help but be amazed by the new Na’vi, who intrigue her as well as raise a sense of connection within them. What will she do when lives are in danger? When the RDA attack? Or more Importantly, when her heart is torn between the two brothers who steal her breathe away upon first contact?

Word count: 3.9k

Chapter Six: Duties

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~Third Person POV~

The moment I walk into the hut, I'm aware of the dire situation I'm in. I look across the hut my heart sinking. Mother is sitting crossed legged on a mat, grounding away some herbs. The scent wafted throughout the air, it felt familiar. I immediately recognized it was from a particular plant. We used it for wounds.

"Where were you" she speaks uncharacteristically calm, sensing my presence behind her.

I shuffle from foot to foot feeling nervous. "I was following my duties, I was with Tsireya and the Sull-" before I could finish my mother turns around, her eyes filled with fury as she gets up, hurriedly walking towards my cowardly figure.

For someone so close to giving birth, she knew how to move fast. She glares down at me, her teeth baring threateningly.

"Your duty?? YOUR DUTIES???" she screams making me flinch. I wouldn't dare to look into her eyes right now, I quickly look down, my ears flattening at her vicious words.

There is no doubt, all of Awa'atlu heard her scream. "Your 'Duties' are to your people. Not to the Sully's!" She hisses at me; I couldn't remember the last time my mother was this furious with me.

I knew she disliked the Omatikayan's, but her to get this angry over me helping them, is slightly uncalled for.

"I-I'm sorry mother but they needed help, and father assigned me to partake in their trainings" I say quietly, still looking down in sadness, my ears twitch slightly picking up the sound of footsteps coming near our Marui.

"No excuses-" she seethes

“Bu-”

"-No excuses!!! You were supposed to prepare for the test. You've let me down, your people down and most importantly you let yourself down. For what? T-Those demons?!" she says making me feel myself crumble. I knew where my duties lay, I knew what my responsibilities are but I couldn't just leave them.

Just as I'm about to reply father and Ao'nung walk in, as it was their steps I had heard earlier.

"Ronal.." father says seeing the scene in front of him, I must have looked pathetic, my head low as mother loomed over me. I hear someone step forward and wrap an arm around my shoulder, from his scent alone I could tell it was Ao'nung, he was trying to comfort me.

"Where were you??" she asks looking between Ao'nung and father, father sighs setting down a bag with a thump. "I just finished some training with father, we were then able to hunt a bit afterwards" Ao'nung responds. I get the courage to finally look up at Ao'nung, he gives me a playful side glance that makes my mood lift, a little.

"Y/N missed her test today, you promised their duties would not be effected Tonowari. What now!" Ronal argues, turning to father fully. I open my mouth to respond, I didn't want mother to blame father. It was my fault , I lost track of time, it didn't help that the sudden vision I had caught me off guard.

I will have to let Ao'nung and Tsireya know of this when I get time.

"Its only been one day Ronal. I'm  sure Y/N is very sorry for missing it" Tonowari sighs out walking into the Marui and towards his mat. Mother looks at me menacingly.

"I-I'm sorry! I lost track of time. It's all on me" I stutter out, feeling Ao'nung squeeze my shoulder as I tried to stand my ground.

Mother quiets down, looking away only to walk towards father. I let out a deep breath, maybe I was off the hook.

"Should have left when I told you, huh?" Ao'nung whispers against my ears, making it feel ticklish. I send him a playful glare as a warning.

"You may have left at the right time, but you didn't even teach them properly" I tease making Ao'nung let me go, shoving against me playfully. "oh shush, I taught the older one" he says proudly making me scoff.

I turn around hearing Tsireya walk into the hut, she takes notice of the slight tension in the air as she looks at me worriedly. I smile back, making her relax a bit.

"What you've down today will not go unpunished Y/N" mother pipes up suddenly her voice ice cold. Ao'nung, Tsireya and I freeze in our spots. 'I'm screwed' I think to myself looking at mother, waiting for her to lay it on me.

Turning around mother lets out a huge sign of disappointment. "You'll be finishing off the remaining duties you had planned for today, after which you will catch dinner. I don't care how late it gets. Get it done" she says sternly. I see Ao'nung open his mouth to protest back but mother silences him by putting her hand up.

I nod back leaving the Marui my head hung low. Once I'm a few feet away I look up, the sun had almost fully set, letting out a sign I stretch, feeling my limbs crack.

"Time to get to work"

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~Time skip and Third Person POV~

"Good job! Thank you Atan!!" Y/N squeals in joy packing the extra fish the Iiu had caught, into her woven basket. After she had finished her tedious duties she had grabbed her spear and basket to grab dinner for the family. She knew they didn't need it as Tonowari and Ao'nung had already hunted for food earlier that day but this was a part of her punishment. She had to follow through.

Ignoring the aches and pain that spread throughout her body, she looks at what she's caught so far. She was able to get many clams and oysters, which she knew her siblings loved.

It was mid way when Atan came swimming to her, he ended up aiding the girl in getting many fish for her, much to her delight.

"This is so much!" she says excited. This would last their family a while and she couldn't wait to share it with the clan, possibly even the Sully's, if Ronal allowed. Y/N finished packing everything in the basket and the net bag as she swam to her Iiu, she hands him the largest fish which he swallows down happily.

Giggling Y/N nuzzles his face thankful for his help "I best get going sweet boy, I'll see you tomorrow" she whispers, pecking his forehead as he squeals in joy. She swims to shore grabbing her bag and basket along with her spear. She stumbled a little at the weight of everything together as she trudges her way towards her family  Marui.

"Nice catch Y/N!" she hears a Male Na'vi call from a good few feet away, she waves at him enthusiastically. "Thank you!" she says continuing her route home. She smiled softly to herself, proud of her people acknowledging her. It seemed for the longest time they were afraid of her, called her a freak and shunned her out due to her being unique.

But her hard work over years had paid off.

Struggling past the entrance Y/N  successfully lets herself in, Ao'nung sat closest to the entrance, sharpening his spear head. Hearing Y/N grunt, he is quick to get on his feet and grab the basket from her hands and setting it down with ease. As if it weighed nothing. Y/N whispers a quick thanks before placing her bag and spear down as well.

"Wow, Y/N you outdid yourself!" Tsireya squeals seeing her favorite clams in display. Ronal comes out from their part of the hut, Tonowari hot on her tail, her eyes widen slightly before letting Tonowari pass. Ao'nung rustles Y/N's hair, messing it up.

"Who helped you huh?? You expect me to believe my baby sister caught all this by herself?!" he says teasingly, but secretly proud. Y/N chuckles "Atan, mainly with the fish." she admits as Ronal inspects the seafood. "Good" she mutters sitting down with Tsireya to sort through the haul.

"I'm so proud of you dear. You've done more then enough! We should share it with the clan, even the Sully's" Tonowari exclaims his eyes clouded with happiness,  he totally misses Ronal's death glare at the mention of the Sully's.

Ao'nung stiffens at the mention of their name as well, Y/N smiles wide,  her eyes on her father for further instruction. She seemed to forget her aches and pain at the mention of them.

Tonowari glances at his wife who simply scoffs, looking away as her answer, Tonowari turns to Y/N. "Drop off some clams, oyster and fish. Tell them you've caught it, its something to be proud of!" Tonowari encourages much to Ao'nung's dismay.

Ao’nung already hated the thought of the Sully's, he hated how his sister's, Y/N mainly, had to spend time to train them. Now she was tasked to drop off food this late at night?

Ao'nung didn't like how the  brothers, especially how Neteyam, would look at  Y/N. The way his gaze would fixate onto her, never wavering. It was not a good sign, he knew this because it was the way he would sometimes stare at her from time to time. It held desire.

"F-father, I'll deliver the food" he says causing even Tsireya to look up, in between her snack. Ao'nung, like his mother showed open distaste towards the family. Now that he was offering to deliver something, it seemed too out of the blue. Tonowari's  gaze narrows slightly, confused at his eldest's request.

"Y/N has caught all this. She'll go. Tsireya-" Tonowari calls making the startled girl jump at her name being called. Dropping her half eaten clam.

"-you'll assist Y/N. Take enough for their family" he urges. Y/N beams as she gets started on a basket, loading it with enough seafood. She makes sure to take extra shucking knives.

She gets up nodding her head towards her parents before following Tsireya out. Once the girls have left Ronal turns to Tonowari her glare prominent as usual. "With how much you care for them, they better not bring any harm to our people. Especially my children" she states before heading inside to their separate part of the Marui.

Ao'nung sighs, sitting back down. He begins sharpening his spear again, with anger fueling his actions.

Tsireya giggles as they walk towards the Sully's hut. Y/N raises an eye brow at confusion. "What is it?" she asks making her sister turn to her smiling mischievously.

"Nothing, just you haven't stopped smiling"

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"Kiri?" Neteyam whispers, the Sully's were all relaxing in their hut, Neytiri accompanied Tuk while she braided her hair, Jake watching not too far away. Lo'ak sat outside at the moment in his own thoughts.

Neteyam approached Kiri who is wrapped up in her shawl, looking glum. "Yes?" She questions looking to her older brother who couches down to her level. "How are you feeling?" he asks, feeling her lean on his shoulder. She lets out a lengthy sigh making Neteyam furrow his eyes. "I miss home" she whispers, not wanting Jake to hear.

She knew this had been a major decision to come all the way out here for refuge, a decision that she knew her father felt guilty about, the last thing she would want is for him to feel more guilty over her feelings. Neteyam nods, interlocking his hand with hers squeezing it reassuringly, "I want to go home as well...but this is for our safety. Our families safety" he says, as if he was trying to reassure himself. Kiri sighs fiddling with her shawl.

"Do you think they'll find us...Here? Do you think S-Spider is ok?" she asks, her voice shaking at her friends name. Neteyam's jaws clench, "I pray to Eywa they don't-" he says feeling a pang of fear surge through him. What if they did find them? All the Metkayina's would be in danger, including Y/N.

Shaking his head,  he continues on.

"-Spider is a strong kid. He'll be putting up a fight. I know it, he's just like Lo'ak" he says trying to ease his sister's underlining panic. Kiri chuckles, looking at Neteyam, "You know. I hate it here, but the sea is so....majestic. It's calming me down greatly" she admits, smiling.

This made Neteyam's heart soar with happiness, he wanted to see her smile. He wanted to all of his family members to be happy. "I'm glad" he mummers looking across the hut seeing Tuk squeal, jumping up and down at her braids. "You know" Kiri continues bringing his attention back to her. "I also really like Y/N." she says her eyes taking in how her brother reacts.

Neteyam feels his body stiffen at the mention of her name, his heart rate picking up as well. Kiri smirks slightly, "Do you?" she inquires to which Neteyam has to clear his throat, feeling a lump forming.

"O-Of course. she treats us normally and she is kind to Tuk" he says avoiding eye contact with Kiri. He finds himself feeling giddy thinking about her, feelings he was still very confused over. Remembering what happened earlier Neteyam turns fully to Kiri, choosing to hold her palms looking at her with serious eyes.

"Kiri, what happened earlier?" he asks, making her quirk an eyebrow in question.

"When Y/N was freaking about her missing lesson. You looked scared, not in a normal way" he further presses. Realization seems to dawn on Kiri and she looks away. Was it her place to say? She wonders feeling conflicted. Neteyam was the best, thoughtful and caring older brother anyone could ask for. Telling him would just insure he would also look out for Y/N, right?

Taking a deep breath in Kiri looks at Neteyam who was patiently waiting. "When Y/N came to look for me earlier-" she begins seeing Neteyam lean in, focusing on every word that left her mouth. "-Y/N, passed out" she whispers, not wanting to be heard. Neteyam's eyes nearly bulge out of his head. "W-What!?-" he says, a little too loudly before Kiri covers his mouth.

"Shh skxawng! Just listen-" she says as he nods frantically under her palm. She lets go continuing. "It was scary Neteyam, one second we are marveling at the sea together and the next she passes out. She became so still, if I hadn't held her she would have drowned." she says softly, fear still itched within her. "-I tried to wake her but she stayed like that, unmoving. After when she woke up, she shook it off like it was nothing! She said it was a heat stroke but...I knew it was something else. It wasn't normal" Kiri trails off.

Neteyam who has been quiet the entire time speaks up, his voice soft. "Was it like...when you" he trails off. Getting the message Kiri shakes her head. "It's kind of like that. I just zone out to the nature around me. But Y/N, she was whispering things I couldn't hear. It was like she was in a trance of some sort. I was...scared for her" she explains making Neteyam frown.

"That's why you were so worried back there, you thought she would pass out again" he states knowingly. He smiles at his sister, gently stroking her head affectionately. "Thanks to you Kiri, she is Alright. You did a great thing" he says making the younger girl beam at his words.

"You sure do care a lot about Y/-" Kiri gets cut of when Lo'ak rush's into the hut, with a flushed face.

"Y/N and Tsireya are here" he says gesturing for two girls to walk in. Neteyam stands up seeing Tsireya walk in, Y/N hot on her tail.

The girls greet Jake and Neytiri setting the baskets down, filled with seafood. Neteyam walks towards them Kiri following , he felt a little relieved being able to see Y/N, after what he heard from Kiri a deep worry had began to nag the older Na'vi.

Seeing her in their family hut, smiling at them made him feel at ease. He was calm knowing she is safe.

"Is this all for us?" Jake asks as Tuk sits beside the baskets to inspect the contents.

"Yes! Y/N caught all these. She caught so much father wanted to share" Tsireya explains. Neteyam's eyes widen looking between the baskets and Y/N. No wonder she had tiny scratches littering her delicate body. She must have worked hard.

Lo'ak beams with joy as he too sits beside Tuk, picking up a clam to inspect it. "That is amazing Y/N. Thank you for sharing with us" Neytiri praises helping Tuk with the food.

"That's amazing, catching this all by yourself" Neteyam blurts out making eye contact with Y/N, she seems to flush at his words scratching her neck in embarrassment.

"Its not much. I hope you enjoy" Y/N says softly. Tsireya holds her sister's hand turning to the family. "We should get going, we have to help mother with dinner preparations" Tsireya reminds Y/N as she reluctantly begins to follow her sister. "Wait!" Lo'ak calls, making everyone including his family turn to him.

"How do we eat these?" he asks holding up a clam and a oyster. Y/N laughs at his confused face but quiets down seeing the entire family look at the mollusca in wonder.

"Haven't you ever had them before?" Y/N asks, the Sully's collectively answering a no. Tsireya looks at her sister and at the Sully's, thinking things through she clasps her hands together.

"Y/N will show you how to open them and process them. I'll let mother and father know she'll be a bit late for dinner" Tsireya says sending a wink towards Y/N before exiting the hut.

Y/N walks to Lo'ak and Neytiri crouching down to their level. she retrieves one of many shucking knives and she grabs the clam nearest to her.

"It's super simple, are you guys ready?"

~~~~~

After showing Neytiri and the rest how to shuck the clams and oyster's, Neytiri began to cook them. They didn't mind eating them raw but Neytiri seemed to be wanting to use the spices she brought with her from home. The smell alone smelt heavenly, as Kiri aided her mother. Y/N sat beside Tuk who was trying to open a clam herself. The older female giggling at Tuk's frustration.

Neteyam takes this opportunity to sit beside Y/N as she turns to him. "How am I doing?" he asks holding out the successfully opened clam. Y/N smiles wide. "You're doing great! You're a fast learner. It's a perfect cut!" she praises.

Lo'ak, who was sitting near Jake right now helping him tie a bag frowns at this.

"Thank you, I have a great teacher" he says glancing at her face. She looks into his eyes, almost getting lost in the rich yellow hues. She couldn't seem to get over how unique they were, she's never seen anything like it. It made her stare at awe.

"Look! I did it!" Tuk says excitedly. Y/N quickly inspects it the opened clam. "That's amazing Tuk! show your mother!" she encourages as the little girl rushes to her mother, holding the clam up in the air, proud of what she had accomplished.

Y/N smiles fondly at the little girl. She began to wonder how life would be like when her new baby sister/brother would be born. Neteyam gazes at her from his position beside her. Clearing his throat to gain her attention as he holds her gaze. "I forgot to thank you" he says softly, Y/N gives him a confused look as he clarifies.

"I wanted to thank you for standing up for my family when you did. If it weren't for you we wouldn't have a place to call home right now...So, thank you" Y/N's eyes widen at his words. "You don't have to thank me" she says placing her hand comfortably over his.

Neteyam welcomes the warmth, taking her hand into his. They felt perfect, it was as if her hand was made for him to hold on to. Made perfectly to fit within his hands.

"But I do, you saved us. In many ways" he mummers looking down at her. He didn't know if he was being delusional but it seemed as though her eyes glittered in the dimmed lighting.

Y/N is about to respond when she realizes she had to be home for dinner, she couldn't be late twice in one day. She would be skinned alive!

Standing up suddenly she turns to the family. "Thank you for letting me stay but I should get going!" she says sending a quick worried glance to Neteyam before walking to the exit.

"W-wait!" Neytiri calls catching up to her before she leaves. "Thank you, for all your help Y/N. The food is wonderful" she says gently placing the shucking knifes into the girls hand. "Oh no, they are for you. You'll need them." she says as Neytiri gratefully accepts the knifes.

"You're gong alone?" Jake pipes up once Neytiri has left the girls side.

She nods making the man frown. "Neteyam will take you" he says sternly, leaving no room for argument. Lo'ak goes to oppose the idea but the harsh stare his father sent him was enough for him to quiet down.

"Y/N" Neteyam calls softy, grateful his father chose him. "Lets go" he says following the girl out, Y/N nods to the family before following Neteyam out. The walk begin peacefully as their steps were slow, as though they didn't want the stroll to end.

"We never got around to the sign language" Neteyam says breaking the silence. Y/N shrugs looking forward. Not trusting herself to stare at Neteyam under moonlight. "I can teach you guys, Tsireya mentioned lessons tomorrow at the same time as today right?" Y/N confirms making Neteyam sigh out.

"Yes, but I kind of wanted...private lessons" he whispers catching the H/C girl off guard. She peers up at him to see him already staring at her waiting for a response. Ignoring the lump forming in her throat she opens her mouth.

"Private as in?"

"As in, just you and me" he says feeling nervous.

He didn't know where this sudden boost in confidence came from but he wasn't going to back down.  Though a small part of him was scared to be turned down.

Y/N giggles nodding. "Sure! When would you like them" she asks. Neteyam couldn't get enough of her unique eyes, the way they drew him in. He wanted to savor the feeling, making sure it never ended.

Hoping to pull off two miracles in a row he responds eagerly.

"Today...if you can?" he breathes back as they near her hut. Unbeknownst to them, a figure stood by the entrance watching the duo walking very close together.

"S-Sure, I know just the place...." Y/N mummers as Neteyam lets out a sigh of relief at her response.

"Meet me by the sand bank, after eclipse. After everyone's asleep" she says softly Neteyam nodding. He didn't trust his voice, he was worried it would crack out of nervousness.

"I'll see you then. Thank you for dropping me off" Y/N says quickly noticing the shadow that disappears from the entrance of her house.

"Sure, see you" Neteyam mumbles back as Y/N hurriedly rushes into the hut. Upon entry she see's everyone seated ready for dinner, she is confused as to who was standing near the entrance, watching her.

"Y/N, sit down. It's getting cold!" Tsireya squeals unable to wait any longer for the food. Y/N carefully sits down noticing her family seemed normal, no one seemed angry and even Ao'nung seemed way to focused on eating. Not giving it a second thought Y/N digs in, not noticing the stare she received from across the mat.

———————————————————————— The longest chapter so far! Sorry this chapter is boring, I'm still building a foundation for our main character! It'll get better I promise!

Also: ~~~~~~~~ means it's either a TimeSkip, Scenery change or Location change. - Author

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S.1 E.6

- idk man lots of doctors have tattoos

- is this episode gonna focus on Sun? I feel like it will

- idk i feel like her father will not be reasonable

- OH OH HEY WHAT THE HELL WHY IS HE TRYNA FUCKING MURDER MICHEAL IN FRONT OF HIS KID

- and why is no one stopping him

- SAYID of course Sayid saves the day once again

- do u think. That the ghost of Jack's dad helped jack find the cave with the drinkable water like on purpose

- oh oH NO BEE HIVE

- Charlie u best find some water to jump in fAST. if tloz has taught me anything it's that bees do not follow u into water

- life lesson guys! Do not buy something with money you intend to "make back". Income can't be counted on❤️

- JUMP INTO THE WATER OMGGGG

- oof. That is a skeleton

- actually I think there are multiple skeletons here.

Omg

- [charlie handing Kate back her shirt] "I think you dropped this" "yeah it was full of bees". "I'd have thought it was full of C's actually -" CHARLIE NO U CANT SAY THAT LMAOOO

- sir. Sun only wants love. She doesn't need puppies and diamonds she needs u to just love her. Ugh

- the caves are actually a really perfect place for shelter and water

- I don't speak Korean but I'm pretty sure he ↓ just called micheal a slur

- I think this kid [Walt] is probably...... Old enough that he's familiar with racism..... Isn't he? Don't most 9 year olds know about racism? Idk I'm not 9 and I don't remember being 9

- what did sun's husband do for her dad :( man this ain't right.... He should've listened to her and just eloped with her in america

- "I do it for us" SHE JUST WANTED FLOWERS, NOT *THIS* U HOE

- what does Kate have against the caves

- awww yay Charlie finally has a fan!!

- ohhhh I see... They still think they can get rescued , that's why Kate and Sayid are against the caves .............. Yeah I don't think . I don't think that's gonna happen. There's still 5 seasons left lol

- lessons? What ? Did she train n like knows how to fight and stuff now? Ugh this poor woman ... I know she doesn't get away but I wish had been able to. And now's she's stuck on this island with her

- EXCUSE ME? THAT WAS PRETTY FLUENT ENGLISH MA'AM. Oh were those the lessons?? English lessons???

- I love this interaction between Locke and Charlie where he starts to help him sober up. He's really compassionate and sweet about it while still making it Charlie's choice whether he decides to sober up or not. It's very sweet.

- "you had your chance to know" Kate I'm gonna kill u. Omg. Sorry lmao I'm just irritated by her sometimes hhhhhh

- glad Micheal and sun's husband were able to make boundaries with eachother even if it was as violent as possible I guess??

- aw awww oh no :( oh sweety :( oh she [Sun] still loves him and she doesn't feel ready to leave him............ :( ughhh crying... God this is the worst way this could've gone for her

- sorry but I actually hate lyrical music in tv shows I KNOWWWWW I know I know I'm a hater guys sorry......... But anyways this song's fits well enough that I'll excuse it

[the-geek-librarian]

Here is the fic! Its uhhh fucking Angst and I love it

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The air in the room was probably thick enough to cut even through Mom's Red beast. Her arm burned as the bandages were tightly wrapped around it, and she could just feel Mother's claw moving up her arm making it hurt more with every movement.

She tried to focus on something else she really did. But Mimosa is just not used to being alone with her Mother, usually Mom or Noelle and Lolopechka-nee are with her so it wasn't so bad but now she was all alone with- "I can feel your uneasy Mimosa dear." Megicula spoke with a calm and soft tone. Mother was always like that Mimosa thought as she took a breath, never raising her voice in contrast to Mom. "I- I'm sorry Mother I just- Ah!-" the bandage tightened on her arm, making it hurt all the more.

"Haha, don't worry my dare I know you don't do it intenuely, you even among your sisters are a bit shy. And we haven't gotten to spend all that much time together regrettably" Megicual said and sighed in disappointment "I- I guess so…" Mimosa chirped she didn't want to offend her Mother they are a supreme devil after all and that must mean a lot of responsibility. She cant bring herself to imagen how it's like, down in the depths of underworld. "Umm, well worry not my dare because now I have managed to get more time in my hands so you and your sisters will get to see me more often" Megicula stated simply as they leaned over to grab the scissors to cut the end of the bandage. With a fast snip they cut off the exes and pated the bandage down on her girls arm with some tape.

"Ah-, I see, Mom will be pleased so be able to see you more often Mother" Mimosa said with a soft tone And maybe that might help ease Mom's bad mood that she has been having these past few days. Mimosa doesn't like seeing her Mom so upset she doesn't know why she's so mad tho… If she did, maybe she could help her feel better! That was Mimosa's specialty; it's what Lolopechka-nee always tells her.

"Your healing abilities are extraordinary Mimosa!"

"Really? You think so?"

"Yeah! Of course I do! Your kindness and your ability to make people feel better is my pride Mimosa!"

She will always hold on to that, no matter what. "Hmm, perhaps your right my dear but before that tell me Mimosa can you raise your arm?" Megicula questioned. Making brief eye contact with her Mother for a second she turned down to her arm and tried to hold to up in front of her. She managed just fine tho feeling a small tingl of pain but it was nothing, she was been through worse. "Very good, so no problems in your shoulder now try moving your forearm up and down" doing as she was told before managing to move it up halfway, she felt and agonizing sting of pain go up her whole arm.

Grabbing onto her wrist Mimosa pulled it close to her chest. "AHHH, that- that hurt" she hissed, squeezing her eyes shut. "Huh, I figure it would, worry not you'll be just fine in a handful of days," Megicula said, calm and collected as ever. Mimosa slowly opened her eyes and let go of her arm looking at her Mother with sad eyes as they got up from their chair "Yes Mother" whispered Mimosa as she looked away the moment her Mothers glance turned to her.

She heard her Mother sighed "Mimosa, my dear look at me" they said as they lifted Mimosa's head up so that their eyes could meet. "You understand why I and Vanica do what we do to you and your sisters right?" they said and Mimosa had no answer for them. "Your magic is truly wonderful my dear, but it's not enough" Mimosa feel her stomach drop " In this little mad world of ours your strength is what matters. That and only that, the weak obey the strong and the strong do as they please. That is the truth plane and simple "

Mimosa swallowed hard against her throat "Stay as you are now and you will become one of the weak, and… you don't want that do you, my dear?" she was holding on to the sleeve of her shirt so hard she could rip it apart "N-no, mother…" she voice shaky she want to cry but Mother and Mom hate it when she or her sisters cried. "That's what I thought, so for you to stay clear of such weakness only do what I or Vanica tell you to, and believe only in us and your sisters understand?"

" No one else in this god reached world cares about you more the us" Mehicula stated as she moved her hand from under her girls head "Y-Yes Mother, I understand," Mimosa said in fear as her voice felt so small and tiny in the room in comparison to her Mother's "Good girl, now you're in we'll enough condition to continue as normal tomorrow so now for the meantime go up to your sisters room" Megicula ordered and helped Mimosa of the counter and the small girl just nodded her head

"if you need me I will be with Vanica and hopefully get that mood of hers in control" they said as they walked to the door of the infirmity and pushed it open. Mimosa again just nodded as she walked away into the halls with her hand still holding on tight to her Sleeve

Trust in no one but Mom, Mother and my sisters

Trust in no one but Mom, Mother and my sisters

Trust in no one but Mom, Mother and my sisters

That phrase burned into her brain like a stamp

[forestryfae]

i dont. understand. when are they expecting us to be able to do laundry. i have an hour in the morning i guess but i physically cant get myself out of bed unless its absolutely the last minute and they dont wait for you to hang up your laundry, theyll just drive away from you.

theres also an hour right after i come home from work but generally i need it to change clothes or shower and to regain some of my energy.

after dinner theres like 2 hours but jesus christ i JUST got back from work and i share laundryday with another guy, i have no idea how much laundry hes gonna do

then theres a meeting every other monday and a dumb bullshit hike that takes like 2 hours then were back around 7:30 or 8 i think and generally after a long tiring hike where noone waits for you so you dont get even one break even tho your legs are burning there isnt much energy for laundry. and then theres that one meal we get afterwards as a reward or whatever for the hike and then at 9 they lock the laundryroom.

so theres like 1 and a half hours there too ig but who has the fucking energy. we need showers too. and to eat. so like yeah theres like a few hours here and there and one load of laundry takes half an hour with the big machine but thats still a very tight schedule. esp considering they REALLY want us to go on the hikes cus its An AcTiViTy ThAtS gOoD fOr YoU.

like. i have limited energy and i only have so much time in the day. i can only do so much in one day before i run out of energy and i need to be allowed to be tired and need to rest too. i dont function well on tuesday evenings specifically because im exhausted. its why i take wednesdays and fridays off. i need the extra rest and time. like. idk how to even explain it without sounding lazy and whiny and kinda pathetic for not being able to do a million things a day back to back. but i actually need time to decompress and shit. idk.

the point ismondays are a shit day to do laundry, i dont want to do it on wednesdays cus i like to have time off but im expected to clean my room the millisecond i wake up and im more often than not woken up with "good morning, what are you going to do today, i think you should do laundry and cleanyour room" like thanks now i cant get out of bed until 12 and i cant do anything i was planning to do cus yall wont stop fucking pestering me if i dont do whats expected of me every single minute im alive, and they never fucking check when i actually do clean and usually cleaning my room results in 'you missed a spot'. like why even botver. its so fucking stressfull and i dont know how to stop bekng stressed and when people try to help they make it worse and itpisses me off so much, i hate having people mess witvmy stuff and moving shit around and touching fucking dirty clothes then moving clean stuff.

like jesus christ im allowed to be tired. i need to be allowed to have hobbies and free time that doesnt result in my brain being occupied by being pissed cus someone told me what im Supposed to do instead of just allowing me to fucking do what i need or want to do. like can i get five fucking minutes where i dont feel guilty cus i dont shower fast enough or i dont mop the floor fast enough and i dont walk fast enough and im not strong enough to just do shit without ever getting tired or needing rest.

were not even doing real therapy rn, i wanted a psychologist and i still havent gotten one, i wanted to talk to the economics guy and i still havent been able to, i cant talk to anyone who isnt my primary contact and i have no idea how to even reach out to her plus shes not always working so i dont always see her, and like. a lot of the time i feel like whatever i say is just Too Emotional and its not actually worth the time but my guy my parents have been treating me like i dont deserve to exist in front of them since i was a fucking toddler and when i got bullied in school my parents thought that was my own fault for getting angry that i was being treated like shit. i didnt fucking grow up with people who cared about me unless it suited them, im fucking allowed to be upset and confused and terrified and worried about shit. it makes perfect sense that i dont understand any fucking thing and im struggling so fucking much. i should be getting help and getting rid of the shitty fucking house and getting diagnosed and maybe even medicated. i should be in fucking therapy and i should be talking to SOMEONE about shit instead of sitting in my room crying every weekend cus i dont know whats wrong with me and im starting to get worried that im just too fucked up to be fixable or atleast able to be liked by people

in other news the laundrymachine was taken and theres stuff hanging to dry cus the people working here did laundry today and now i have to wait until saturday and i have like 2 tshirts and 2 pants and one bra and one sweater thats clean and that will not last until monday

[one-strugling-bean]

Random Thoughts on HTTYD RttE S2 (Ep1-7)

(This one is a lot bigger so gonna divide it by episodes)

Ep1 - why do the twins get so many pets

Snotlout's sadness over not being able to train his dad, that was funny

"What did he do?" "He's Snotlout's dad" "Enough said" - there is more than one way to interpret this and i think im gonna take the protective! Astrid one

Ep2&3- Okay, im gonna make a wild guess and start assuming this show is gonna be hurting Astrid a lot

How strong is Toothless?? He's just able to carry a Mostrous Nightmare like that

Hm, gotta say I'm disappointed Heather betrayed them already - like, with Dagur being her brother and all, one immediately expects a betrayal to happen eventually, but this was really fast and too sudden I'd say

Im gonna make another guess before i move on with the episode, and that is Heather is either double-crossing Dagur or she'll regret going on to his side and goes back to helping the Riders

Also, not sure how to feel about Ryker yet - he seems too competent and too much of a real threat for this show. Then again the show does seem to building itself up to a more serious plot

Ruffnut pickpocketed the guard omg yessssssssss

Ep4 - aww, it's nice to see the twins caring about eachother

Aaaand Ruffnut got really pissed at Snotlout for his stunt, wow

Fishlegs is such a cute nerd ahhh

Omg Snotlout's been bitten so much, Ruff has 0 chill

I swear this scene on the cliff with the twins is just, so weird. Its supposed to be kinda emotional but its so so silly and bizarre i can't pay total attention to the actual emotional part - guess that's just the twins for you

Snolout should've died like, 3 hours ago pretty sure

He caught a wolf in that state???

This episode was so so weird but so so enjoyable

Ep5 - Heyy it's Spitelout time - cant wait

First few lines of the two 'louts interacting and they're already giving me Draco&Lucius vibes

"Hope you're at least smart enough to figure that one out" - eh excuse me, le what. He just called his son stupid in front of all his friends and threatened him at the same time. Okay yeah, im starting to understand why no one likes this guy

God that axe is so getting destroyed

Fishlegs and Ruffnut got married, poor Fishlegs

Meatlug!! Ruff, don't throw the lady out!

Astrid is once again so so done with Snotlout - can't blame her honestly, the guy has butter fingers

Okay, that beach scene went a whole lot better than what many made me expect, but then again, it seems Hiccup, Astrid and Snotlout were expecting worse too

The scene was scary until Spitelout talked - the music, the dark of the night, the clear fear of Snotlout confronting his dad and the apprehension in both Hiccup and Astrid's faces

Not as afraid of the man anymore, but still not a fan - also he's voiced by David Tennant so he's gotta get a pass

"We're the model of a modern viking family" this made me laugh a lot, my humor might be broken i know

Ep6 - Hookster? That's a new one. Another extremely original nickname to add to the list of Hookfang's nicknames given by Snotlout, right next to Hooky and Fangster

"He's really become a tyrant, huh?" "Power'll do that to ya" Twins, don't ever change

Aw Barf&Belch are gratefuuuul, that's cute, i rarely see anything about them anywhere, this is nice to watch

"Ah, no Toothless, don't laugh! You're better than that!" Ha poor Hiccup

Nooo don't ditch the double-headed baby, he's gonna get caught by hunters!!

Hiccup is just giving me tired dad vibes this ep and I'm loving it

Ahhh Barf&Belch are sho cute, how come I've never noticed this??

"I guess we're gonna have to put you in some real danger" yeahhhhh don't ever ask that of the Thorston twins

The look of pure happiness and giddy excitement on Tuff's face as they saw the tree trunks roll down towards Hiccup is everything

What is "Bjorn Boars"

"I can only think of one man that souless" Of course it's fucking Snotlout, how did i knowww

"WHAT. IS. WRONG WITH YOU??"

Okay, what did the twins do to make Snotlout go along with this, i gotta know

"Unfortunately, we weren't expecting Thor's mighty hammer to meet Snotlout's paper jaw" I swear this kid delivers the best one liners

I love how the ending is just mass destruction of the ship

"Will someone tell this lunatic it's over?!" Hiccup deserves so many breaks

Ep7 - "Heather won't be a problem, okay?" Hmmmm i had wondered how Astrid had been able to escape so easily from Heather on ep3 without us seeing their fight - im guessing Heather revealed to Astrid that she's playing double spy

Aw cute Thorston sandwich, but damn does Snotlout look annoyed. Good for him

Yeahhhh i saw that alliance coming

"You can't just run off on your own. I rely on you, Astrid" Oof, that hurt

"Dagur was right, you don't look like much" Astrid was right, you look like a psycho" "Not exactly the compliment I would've led with" These lines are fun

Ha, sassy, taunting Hiccup is fun Hiccup

"I saw it! You did that on purpose!" Uhm, excuse me sir, how did you see that? Your back was turned!

So, Ryker is indeed smart. Like, he's intelligent and an actual threat. Me likey the high-ing of stakes

"Maybe if you didn't move and kept your mouth shut!" Fishlegs sassying the others brings me endless joy

"Feels like they're going left. No, right. Left. Which one's which??" Mood. That's me everytime someone asks where's left and right

"Heather's not evil? There goes that dream" What does that mean? Im confused

Aw, Fishlegs, you're nice

Yeah, i hope she knows what she's doing too Hiccup

This is getting too long, so gonna stop this here

Im really excited to see where this is going now, and apparently people like to read my dumb commentary so the 2nd part of season 2 should be coming soon

[reidsnose]

buggin

overview: reader enlists the help of her neighbor (who shes never met) to get rid of a gnarly bug in her apartment

genre: fluff

a/n: thought of this today after i moved the shower curtain, saw a centipede crawl out, and screamed for my dad to come help me. anywayyyss i thought its be cute so as always lmk what you guys think :)

masterlist

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you walked into your bedroom, fumbling frantically with the buttons on your shirt as you raced to leave your house on time. hair brush hair brush hair brush. where was your hair brush? you knocked over countless items trying to find it but with no luck. bathroom! you quickly made your way to the bathroom, opening the door so fast that wind blew through your hair.

and then you saw it.

a gnarly, long, nasty, creepy crawly centipede.

you let out a loud shriek and promptly shut the door. if you didn't get to the interview one time, it would surely be a bad first impression. but then again so would showing up with a bird's nest of hair on your head. you tried who knows how many times to go back in and kill it or catch it in a cup but each time you saw its countless, spindly legs you backed out. you checked your watch, 10 minutes until you had to leave.

you walked out into the hallway of the apartment building, and in a frenzy, you bumped into a tall, handsome man leaving the apartment across from yours.

he chuckled an apology before looking to meet your eye, breath hitching in his throat as he did. you were arguably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (despite a very questionable hairdo). and when a surge of desperation ran through your body you rambled an explanation to the stranger, telling him about your job interview and time crunch then promptly begging him to come inside and get rid of the centipede for you.

and something inside him couldn't say no. he wanted to, i mean when an objectively crazy looking person lures you into their home to catch a bug, generally one says no and goes on with their day. however, maybe it was his complete an immediate infatuation with you or maybe his empathy for your situation, he decided to quickly help you and then try and get to work as fast as he can.

he couldn't help but subtly and subconsciously profile you based on your home as soon as he stepped inside. he liked it. your decorations, the small mess that makes it feel lived in, the general 'vibe' as morgan would say was incredible.

you gave him a sheet of paper and a cup, per his request, and led him to the dreaded bug bathroom. you couldn't help but watch in awe as he walked in with no fear, explaining to you in great detail how this was only a house centipede and it only had 15 pairs of legs which kind of counters the name. and how it isn't poisonous to humans and infact eats other bugs. you loved his facts so much and you followed him all the way to the window where he let the bug out, listening intently to what he had to say and swatting away the apology that came after the ramble, insisting that you genuinely enjoyed it.

"thank you so much,.." you trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Spencer." he filled in, offering a tight lipped smile.

"Spencer! wonderful. well again thank you so much and i owe you once I'm back from this job interview!" you smiled as you both walked to the door.

"oh you don't have to-" he began.

"no i insist! just knock on my door when you can and ill take you out." you stated, causing his eyes to widen, " not with a gun! i meant like ill buy you coffee or something!"

"i didn't think you meant with a gun?!" he laughed, handing you the hairbrush this whole ordeal was about. you laughed along as you closed and locked your apartment.

"I'm sorry i'm like completely fazzled right now! i have to go or else i'm never gonna get this job ill just brush my hair in the car! ok bye Spencer!" you called as you jogged down the stairs.

"wait i don't know your name?" he called after you.

"ill tell you when i buy you a coffee!" your giggle echoed through the building followed by the loud shut of the downstairs door.

he smiled to himself, wondering if he should tell the team about his funky morning encounter. he smiled the whole train ride to work, and then the walk from the stop to the building and then the elevator trip up. he just couldn't stop smiling. he thought about you brushing your hair while you drove and even giggled to himself on the train causing a few strangers to toss him some concerned looks.

how could he be living next to such a beautiful stranger?

when he walked into the bullpen, he saw the. whole team huddled around a desk, staring quite obviously at hotch's office. a new curiosity piqued his interest though his thoughts of you continued to be front and center in his mind.

"whats going on?" he asked, joining the group and craning his neck to try and see into the office.

"new agent interview." jj whispered.

"really? since whe-"

"shh!" Garcia shushed.

"you cant even hear them!" Reid defended.

"quiet helps us read their lips." prentiss whispered.

Spencer continued to crane his neck, moving around yet only being able to see hotch, who was throwing his head back in laughter. hotch laughing? wow this new agent must be pretty cool!

"oh my god! i've never seen him laugh like that before!" Garcia squeaked.

"she has to get the job now," morgan added.

"ah we have to wait for the handshake, thats when we see if he really approves," Rossi countered, "if he double hands the shake then its a done deal."

they all watched excitedly, waiting impatiently for the end of the interview. after a few minutes they saw hotch stand up and shake the possible new agent's hand with his right, firmly clasping his left over the handshake.

"was that the double handed handshake?" Garcia asked excitedly.

"yup." Rossi replied, popping the p.

as soon as the door began to open, the team tried ever so gracelessly to disperse, bumping into one another and murmuring fake excuses. a familiar outfit caught Spencer's eye as the new agent left hotch's office and he dared sneak a glance.

no way. his mind raced, thoughts of this morning flooding it a mile a minute. could it really be the girl from this morning? he watched as you excitedly left the building, beaming far to much to notice any other people as you left.

"bug?!" was all he could muster. not even loud enough for you to hear. unfortunately, loud enough for the people around him to.

"theres a bug? where?" morgan asked, looking around.

"no um...bug-she..is bug- um. nothing." he stammered.

"did you nickname the new agent bug?" jj laughed.

"what? no! do not say that in front of her!!" Spencer stammered.

after a couple teasing remarks, to Spencer's relief, they seemed to have let it go. the day was case-less and flew by quickly, the most exciting part was the morning interview and hotch's announcement that there would be a new agent starting tomorrow.

you sat at home, beyond excited about your successful interview, all thanks to handsome neighbor Spencer. you couldn't help but feel extra indebted to him. you feared you may have scared him off when you offered to take him out but it was the best way you could think to say thank you. but your nerves had transferred mainly to the upcoming first day of work.

as he got hone he debated knocking on your door but decided against it, knowing you were probably busy preparing for tomorrow.

when you arrived tomorrow a series of seemingly unfamiliar faces sat in the conference room, awaiting you and hotch.

when you stepped inside your eyes scanned over each of them, all looking very excited to meet you.

and then you saw him.

handsome neighbor Spencer was sitting RIGHT THERE. the stars have aligned and finally life is in your favor. after a brief introduction the meeting began and you took the only seat open which happened to be next to Spencer.

you gave each other polite smiles though both of your cheeks glowing red told a different story than two people who had just met.

"wheels up in 20." hotch concluded.

you all walked out together, the team making sure you felt included.

"so hows the first day feeling, y/n? or should i be like my friend Dr. Reid here and call you bug?" morgan asked slightly amused.

"oh my god you told?!" you laughed, looking wide eyed at Spencer.

after a high pitched denial from Reid and tears of laughter from the team as you told them of the events of that morning, you already felt like you were a part of the team.

as you boarded the jet, you decided to sit next to Spencer.

"you know, i still owe you a coffee," you mentioned nonchalantly as you pulled a book from your go bag, trying as hard as you possibly could to not blush.

he smiled slyly, picking up his own book to hide the rouge that fell upon his cheeks, "and ill hold you to that, bug."

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ultra mega super cool taglist:

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[mde1011]

some quotes from the first hour and a half of wilburs stream today

⁃ “dONT LAUGH AT THAT RANBOO SEX IS NOT FUNNY” “sex is only funny if you’re age thirty two or over”

⁃ “IM A FEMININE EMINEM”

⁃ “ranboo if we win will you say a swear word” “....yes” “which one will you say wil you say piss or shit or fuck or wanker or what about cum is cum a swear word” “that was a beautiful verse”

⁃ “COME ON KING GO KING BLOW UP KING”

⁃ “PHIL I DONT KNOW YOU ANYMORE youareaghostotme”

⁃ “phil as the rookie around here you are impressive”

⁃ “RANBOO IN EXACTLY TEN SECONDS TUBBO IS GONNA SLAP YOU IN THE HEAD DUCK” “.....phil”

⁃ “we’re gonna make this the worst bestseller ever even bigger than the bible”

⁃ “tubbo approves this book” “and the next page is a page of awful quotes and it’s ‘tubbo approves of all these quotes’”

⁃ “if i hit space bar harder will i jump further” “phil if i click faster will i fly?”

⁃ “sALLY WAS A SALMON CHAT- sorry carry on”

⁃ “WILL DID U HAVE THE HOTS FOR MILO”

⁃ “all i’m saying is you found milo and a year later you’re messing around with a fish”

⁃ “everytime i see more and more fanart i like the idea of a shapeshifter more” “yeahhhhh less cursed”

⁃ “i still like the salmon thing.....phil you got down and dirty with a fridge” “NO”

⁃ “why is tom cruise your favorite minecraft content creator” “i love thomas cruise”

⁃ “his tooth is in the middle of his face” “.......what”

⁃ “that’s so cool :D how do i do that”

⁃ “when you enjoy scientology your face becomes symmetrical”

⁃ “phil how do you feel about scientology in front of hundreds of thousands of people-“ “i fucking HATE it” “phil this is how you get assassinated king”

⁃ “heaven premium. heaven plus. heaven prime.”

⁃ “yOULL GO TO HEAVEN IF YOU PRIME IN TOM-ISM”

⁃ “iM GOiNg tO wRiTe A pEaCefUL sOnG aBoUt yOu”

⁃ “he told me i couldn’t swear that much in chat and then i saw the tier list and i thought ‘nah’”

⁃ “for ever second that i don’t have op in saying another swear word”

⁃ “you can swear in chat it’ll just be censored” “wHY WOULD I WANT THAT”

⁃ “WHY IS PENIS BANNED” “what game would you-“ “BATTLE BOX IS PENIS SHAPED”

⁃ “OH BUT YOU CAN SAY VERJINA THIS IS MODERN DAY SEXIsm”

⁃ “woman are always right but that doesn’t mean i shouldn’t be able to say penis in chat”

⁃ “i just googled old fashioned swear words and snails is one”

⁃ “tommy flash bangs hermit craft whenever he had to swear in chat”

⁃ “gosh dang it tommy stop flash banging me”

⁃ “it’s respectful to the creators who are pg” “yeah but it’s disrespectful to me” “you will never be in a team with grian”

⁃ “ this conversation is really going by the double-barrel-jumping-jimothy if you ask me”

⁃ “it’s because i fancy wil-“ “oooooooohohoho” “but you wONT GIVE ME OP”

⁃ “tommy being a chat moderator is like a nun being a stripper”

⁃ “do you think theres scientologist nuns?” “what i wouldnt do to take a scientolognun”

⁃ “i love scientology i love scientology so much and the thing i like about religion is the amount of money i give to it”

⁃ “i’m gonna make the bible two”

⁃ “you can write the new testament two” “i’m gonna make jesus go through an angst arc”

⁃ “the bible ends with a bunch of deleted scenes” “it ends with a dreamXD video”

⁃ “i’ve still never heard georgenotfound swear” “i have.” “....sorry everyone”

⁃ “someone in my chat said ‘where’s heaven’ i’m sorry i cant help you” “...i can. in my new and upcoming book”

⁃ “32° 35° is probably not heaven it’s on the contested border of israel and palestine so.....yeah.”

⁃ “according to my book: why i’m right” “why i’m right according to tommyinnit”

⁃ “what i wouldnt do to go to space with tubbo” “next vlog” “if i could go to space with anyone it would be tubbo” “he’d have such a humble grin. he’s be content” “and then he’d die. he’d burst”

⁃ “dude. phil. i- stay safe. cuz- cuz i know we joke but you- you ARE old”

⁃ “scott to you ever worry that you’ll die alone” “every. day.” “i don’t”

⁃ “so you think i’m gonna die alone?” “.....i don’t wanna talk about this”

⁃ “....so, in conclusion, scott...he’ll marry anyone” “.......i’ve really sat here just trying to process the last few things tommy has said”

⁃ “scott you won’t die alone i’ll zoom you on your death bed”

⁃ “you can’t live cast your death bed it’s again twitch TOS” “wHAT DOES IT MATTER IM DEAD”

⁃ “i am not going to die” “i just will not die i am a god” “you are an idiot you do not believe in tom cruise”

⁃ “one of the higher things in scientology is you can revive things-“ “pPPPPPPHAAAAA”

⁃ “toooommm this is the third time this week you’ve just stood there and not called an ambulance and just. hummed in a high pitch”

⁃ “i love my fans like i love my crypto”

⁃ “time is a social construct king”

⁃ “grian told me THINK FAST and then SHOT MY FATHER”

[unohanadaydreams]

i needed you. i needed you, and you weren't here! so where the HELL were you?! " + Aizen Sousuke

my brain is saying angst lately so <3 This doesn't follow the exact same dialogue because I don't think Aizen would ever say that full out. But y'know.

Features: ANGST. one man ruining all his relationships for one bet that went to absolute shit.

"I Needed You" + Sosuke Aizen

Captain Kyoraku leaves you the moment the necessary bindings are undone. As though he's done something you ordered, saying nothing when you thank him. His lone eye can’t meet yours, smile stuck rather than meant.

You wonder how deeply it cuts the man bound before you, to see such humble actions from the captain who is closer to divinity than he ever will be. The smooth expression Aizen wears gives nothing but the features he can not help but show. If he could, you’re sure he would wipe his face clean, to remain an inhuman mystery, more than he already is.

The real mystery is why you've allowed yourself to do this. To go through the steps of requesting a meeting with Captain Kyoraku and every step after being a deliberate move toward this moment.

At no point did you feel how you do now, grasping your own stomach to keep the world from spinning you sick.

"You look horrible," you say, swallowing the sting in your throat. "You've sat there the entire time?"

Not even a smirk or smug widening of the eyes greets you. And your stomach flips, hopeful.

"And I will sit here until they get careless," he says. "Or more likely, when they have need of me."

"Have you been eating, at least?"

Aizen's face flashes, but the ripples calm before you can understand what caused the disturbance in the first place. "No."

"But...how? Your spiritual pressure..."

"Is suppressed. They wouldn't allow anyone lesser to do what the good Captain just did for you, day in and day out."

Your frown pointed to your sandals. How poor had your spiritual pressure been, as a child? And still...you'd hungered. Surely, he still did too.

"I'm sorry," you say, eyes desperately trying to pull SOMETHING from him, scrambling against the stone of his expression. "That isn't right."

"Nothing in Soul Society is right," he sighed. "And it never will be."

'Because I am down here' went unsaid, but rang off the reishi-supressing walls loud enough to be heard.

"I wish..."

Your tongue stuck to the roof of your dry mouth and you thought better of going on with that line of thought.

Changing your approach, you try again, "I miss you. Everyday passes so fast without you."

If you'd done this before the Quincy war, you'd chew your words with more bite. But that war had held you underwater, starving of you breath until your last, and every day since had been a failing battle to dry yourself off.

Everything exhausted you. And you missed the man who tried so hard to be God. Some days you thought his failure was best. Others, you cried for him, wanting so much for him to be up there. To have something, even if you couldn’t.

"Perhaps the Gotei 13 will grow desperate and attempt to rehabilitate me. Would you enjoy that?"

Aizen did smirk then, leaning back the small amount he was able to in a play at repose.

"No," you say with a cracked voice. "I don't want you to be a Captain again. I just want you."

He leaned harder, smiled wider, and you bit your cheeks until the pressure felt unbearable. Until you were sure your teeth would pop through.

"Somehow, I doubt that."

Releasing the tension in your jaw, the smooth inside of your cheeks, you tasted metal and hissed smoke, "Oh, don't. Do not do that."

"Doubt? I am a cautious man," Aizen said. "As you should know."

You felt as punished--as thoroughly imprisoned--as he looked. The tears you had been holding off gathered in your eyes, spilling over as your shoulders shook.

"Stop acting like this."

His lips thinned as you brushed tears from your face. "My apologies. You can imagine how few guests I have nowadays. I've forgotten my manners, haven't I."

All at once, the horrible maelstrom of feelings you'd been hugging to your chest since he betrayed the Seireitei broke free in one wet gasp of air.

"You're not being fair! You expected me to...to stand by the man I fell in love with as he turns into someone I can't even touch? To watch everything burn? How could I? What was I supposed to do?"

"Fair," Aizen said in a flat tone, his smirk making it unkind. "We're in the Seireitei. Of course nothing is fair--not even you."

You weren't able to stop crying, the tears soaking the sleeve that covered your eyes, "I still loved you. I still love you now."

The silence that answers is ugly with your own sobs. You think he's done talking. That he's going to leave you there, holding all of your pain and his.

You hear Aizen sigh, unrefined and tired, "You were still needed."

“By who,” you said. If you could only shake at him. Claw at his shoulders until he spit it out. “Who needed me?”

“…We needed you,” Aizen barely managed to shrug, solemn face not matching his tone. “For the war.”

The war.

Of course nothing you hoped for would happen.

What a bastard.

You interrupt your own crying with a bark of laughter that shudders back into a sob as you inhale.

He couldn't tell the simplest truth. That he needed you. That it was him who needed you the same way you needed him. That he was a man who felt angry, betrayed, and abandoned--just like you did.

Letting your arm fall to your side, you gave him one last once over. One last moment. One last chance.

But peeled fruit rots if you don't eat away at it. And the man in front of you was a dark pit, the flesh long gone.

"Why cant you just say it," you pleaded, wanting very much for these not to be the last words you spoke to him. "That you wanted me to go to Hueco Mundo, because you love me."

Aizen said nothing. Spared you no witty rebuttal. Just sat, face pale and blank, on his consolation throne. Buried too low to be God and sat too high to be yours, to be Sosuke Aizen, the man you fell in love with.

You left with Captain Kyoraku, eyes still desperately searching for something--anything--to break through, until you forced yourself up the stairs. Into the sun.

Back to the world that drove good men into broken gods.

[totallysharkycomplete]

Waiting For You Part Five (Ford Pines x Reader) What’s Lost Isn’t Forgotten

“Brother!” Stan calls and walks towards Ford. Ford unexpectedly punches him in the face and begins arguing with him.

She takes a step forward and calls Ford’s name. He looks over at her and his face turns to disbelief, and he lets go of Stan.

He whispers her name. “Is it really you?” All she can do is nod and she runs forwards to hug him. He lifts her and spends her around. “I can’t believe it.” He sets her down and moves his hands to cup her face to pull her up for a kiss. “It really is you.”

Their tender moment was interrupted by Mabel.

She pulls away from Ford, red in the face, having forgotten the kids and Soos were even down here.

Ford is introduced to Mabel, then Dipper who freaks out. He spouts off about how he has so many questions and mentions how he can’t believe you’re married to the author of the journals.

She sits and listens to their whole ‘mysterious backstory’ as Mabel calls it. Enjoying hearing the story from both sides. After the whole situation was over Stan sent the kids off to bed.

She walked them upstairs to give the brothers some time alone to talk. Dipper bombarded her with questions that she happily answered. “No more secrets from me, promise.” She used her finger to cross her heart.

She tucked Dipper into bed then Mabel. “Thank you, Mable.” She smiled sweetly as Mabel looked confused.

“For what?” Mabel askes.

“You said you’d find me a boyfriend by the end of the summer, and if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have my boyfriend back.” She smiles as Mabel's eyes grow wide, as does her smile.

“Thank you too, Dipper. If you had never found the journal we wouldn’t have been able to get him back either. I’ll make sure you get to ask him plenty of questions soon, alright?” She promised and wished them a goodnight.

She comes back down the stairs to see the two brothers arguing and frowns as Stan storms away from him. Walking up to Ford she wraps her arms around him and he does the same. She breathes a sigh of relief.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispers.

“I’ve missed you too, more than I can say with words.” He leans down to kiss her forehead.

“Let’s go to sleep.” She takes his hand and starts walking to the bed room.

He turns to go into his old room but she stops him. “There’s no bed in there anymore. When I, um, we lost you, it was too painful to stay in there alone.”

He nods in understanding and follows her to her room. She closes the door behind her and he pulls her into another hug. “Did you really wait for me? For thirty years?”

“Oh course I did, Stanford.” She looks up at him concerned.

“It’s just that, you could have started a new life. You could have had a family.” His face is sad, almost guilty.

“I didn’t want to, Ford. Not without you.” She brought her hand to show him the ring he gave her. “You’re my family.”

He only nods before leaning down to kiss her. She leans into the kiss but feels tears begin to fall from her eyes, overwhelmed with emotions. Pulling away she wipes her cheeks, but sees that Ford is crying as well. They lock eyes and laugh, both wiping at their tears.

“We’ve both had a very emotional day. Let’s go to sleep.” She walks over to the dresser and digs around for a moment. “These are yours.” She states. “I’m not sure they’ll still fit though you look… More built.” She smirks.

He takes the clothes from her and watches and she begins to change into her night shirt. His eyes can’t pull away as she pulls her shirt over her head. She’s still as beautiful as the day he disappeared, but her body is different. It’s softer, with more age lines, but he feels awestruck by her beauty.

“Ford, you’re staring.” She looks embarrassed. “I know I’m not as young and fit as I was but-”

“You’re absolutely stunning. You look different, but in the most amazing way possible.” He assures her.

She nodded and finished changing. Her face turned mischievous as she looked at him. “Now it’s my turn to watch.”

He can’t help the heat that rises to his cheeks. “Uh, right.” He sits down and takes off his boots, and stands to remove his sweater. “Listen, I… The dimensions I visited weren't always friendly. I have some scars.”

“Ford, it’s alright. I expected as much.” She lays a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

She thought he would have scars, but didn't expect so many. “Oh, Ford.” She whimpers.

Almost his entire torso is covered in scars. She lays a hand over his peck and runs her fingers over one long scar. He sighs at her touch. “I’m so sorry,” she sniffs.

He takes her hand from his chest and raises it to his lips to kiss it. “Don’t think too much of it. For every hostile being I meet, there were just as many friendly ones who helped patch me up.” He slips his shirt on over his head, finding it just a little tight, but would work for the night.

She climbs into bed, with Ford right behind her, and snuggles close to him. He wraps his arms around her and holds her tight. “I love you, goodnight.”

“I love you, Ford. I’m so glad you’re back.” She yawns before falling asleep.

He wakes up from a nightmare and looks around the room. Although a little unfamiliar he knows he’s home. Looking at his side he sees his love gone from his side. His heart still beating fast from his dream he starts to panic, and calls her name.

Right as he does she walks back into the room and closes the door. “What’s wrong?” She quickly makes her way over to him. “I’m sorry, I was just in the bathroom. Are you alright?” Sitting back on the bed she pulls him close to her.

He sighs at the touch. “Just a bad dream is all. Have them quite frequently.”

“You can always wake me up, okay?” She coos, and kisses him on the shoulder. “Can you go back to sleep or do you need to stay up for a minute?”

He can’t help as a yawn escapes him. “I can sleep.”

They cuddle back together, but she stays awake until she is sure he’s asleep.

When she wakes up the sun is shining in through the curtains. She can feel the even breaths Ford is breathing under her cheek.

She shifts her head to look up at his sleeping face. Examining all the details that are the same, and how it’s changed. He still has a strong jawline, if not stronger. The hair on his head is graying, much like hers, and he has wrinkles under and beside his eyes.

She cant help herself from reaching up and running her hand across the stubble on his jaw. His eyes are still closed but he smiles.

He takes her hand and kisses it. “Good morning.”

She responds by moving off his chest up to his mouth to kiss him. “It’s a very good morning.” He kisses her back. “Maybe the best morning ever.”

He chuckles and she can feel his chest rumble under her hand. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Running her thumb over his stubble she smiles. “I can’t believe you got more handsome.” Ford’s cheeks turn red and he looks away. She laughs. “I see you’re still just as bashful.”

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” He pulls her into another kiss, then another, and another. Sitting up, he pulls her into his lap. Now it’s her turn to blush.

There’s a knock on the door and Mabel’s voice sounds from the other side. She calls her name, but adds ‘Graunt’ in front of it. “Grunkle Stan is taking us to the diner! He said if you wanna come be in the car in five minutes or we’re leaving you!” Then her footsteps are heard running down the stairs.

Ford looks down at the woman in his lap. Her hand is held over her mouth, but he can see the impossibly wide smile behind it. “She called me her graunt…” Her heart feels so impossibly full from the simple word.

“Well you technically are.” Ford chuckles. “That seems to mean a lot to you. You must really care for those two.”

She nods. “Ford, they are such incredible kids. I’m excited for you to get to know them more. Dipper reminds me so much of you.” Ford frowns, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. “What’s wrong?”

“When Stan and I were talking last night, well, it was more of arguing, he told me he wanted me to stay away from the kids. I agreed. I also told him he can stay here until the end of the summer with the kids, but after he has to leave, and all this Mystery Shack nonsense ends.” He informs her.

“I, but Ford…” She was unsure what to say. It all seemed so unfair, so she decided to tell him. “That seems unfair to me.” She moved to sit on her knees next to him and took his hand in hers. “I might be being selfish but I just got you back, and now you want Stan to leave? We worked so hard to bring you back, Ford, and while you were gone Stan took care of me.” She sighs. “I, Ford, I was ready to give up but he wouldn’t let me. The only reason he opened the shack was to get money. I was spending every second of every day in the basement. Stan made sure I ate, and slept. He made sure I was taken care of.”

Ford scans her face. “Were you two…” He can’t finish his thought, but she gets what he means.

She can’t help but laugh. “Ford, you’re brother and I were nothing more than friends.” She thinks for a second. “We kissed once and it was terrible,” she laughs again. “But beside you, Ford, he’s my best friend, and your brother. All I’m asking is that you just think about reconsidering.”

His face is stern but he nods. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask.” She kisses him. There’s a squeal of car tires from outside signaling Stan and the kids are gone. “So how would you like to spend the rest of the morning?” She smirks.

“Well, I’d like to check on the portal, and my experiments.” He says thinking aloud.

She laughs and moves to straddle his lap, moving her hands to his chest, and kissing his collar bone. “I was thinking we could make up for lost time.”

“I like that idea much more.” He pulls her close.

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It’s midday when they make their way down into the lab. As Stan requested, Ford avoids the kids.

They stand in front of the portal.

“This was such a risky move.” He says without thinking.

“It was a risk I had to take.” She doesn’t apologize.

“I’m…” he wraps her in a hug. “I appreciate you getting me home, I really do. I thought I’d never see you again. However,” he looks back up at the portal. “We have to destroy this.”

She agrees and they get to work.

They have the portal about halfway deconstructed when one of the higher up panels starts to sway. Ford notices it moving and looks up, right as it breaks away and begins to fall. She is standing right below it.

“Watch out!” Ford dives towards her and pushes her out of the way, the metal panel making contact directly with his head and he falls to the ground motionless.

“Ford?” A small pool of blood has begun collecting around his head. “Oh my god Ford!” She yells and shakes his shoulder to stir him.

Tears begin to form in her eyes right as he opens his eyes. He looks at her and smiles.

“Ford?” She asks again.

He sits up and grabs his head. “Are you alright?” He asks.

She looks at him in disbelief before moving to check where his head is wounded. “Are you insane? I’m fine, you’re the one who's bleeding!”

“Hey, hey!” He takes her face in his hands forcing her to make eye contact. “I’m alright really, look.” Ford knocks on his head next to where he’s bleeding and there is a loud metallic banging.

She’s still looking at his eyes wide with confusion.

“A had a metal plate installed in my head that way Bill could never enter my mind again. It’s just a little cut, promise I’m alright.” He brushes a tear away from her cheek.

“God, Ford,” she sniffs. “I just got you back. I thought I was going to lose you again.” She pulls him in for a hug, not worrying about the blood that seeps down onto her sleeve.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” He jokes and she lightly smacks his shoulder.

She pulls away from the hug to give him a passionate kiss, which he is happy to return.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She takes his hand and pulls him up. His balance wavers and he grabs onto her shoulder. She helps him sit down in a chair and hurries back with the first aid kit, which she always made sure was well stocked with how much Stan hurt himself.

She begins cleaning his head wound. “You really have to be more careful.” She can’t help but scold him. One hand holds his cheek steady, he doesn’t move and Ford leans into her touch.

“I’d rather I get hurt over you anyday.” He doesn’t apologize.

“I just got you back.” She sighs.

Ford brings his hand up to caress one on his cheek. “I just got you back as well.” He reminds her.

She pauses, not having really thought of it that way, then continues cleaning his wound. “I guess even after all this time we are both just as hard headed.”

When she's done stitching his cut shut she kisses the top of his head for good measure. “There, that should be good as long as you don’t take any more metal panels to the head.”

He beams up at her. “How did you get so good at that?”

“Stan hurt himself a lot while we were working on the portal. I got used to stitching him up since it was faster and cheaper than going to the hospital every other day.” She gives him a sad smile. “Although you were a lot less whiny than Stan normally is.”

He hums in thought. “Maybe taking a break from the portal for a minute would be a good idea.”

“I agree. I’m going to go change out of this bloody shirt first.” She motions down at her blood soaked sleeve.

He grabs her arm as she begins to walk away. She can see the uncertainty on his face. Leaning down she places a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’m only going upstairs. I won’t be far.” She looks into his eyes and he nods. “Plus I'm sure you brought back some experiments you need to check on.

She makes her way upstairs and almost makes it to her room before she bumps into Stan.

“Geez, kid, watch where you’re-” He stops talking and grimaces at the blood on her sleeve.”

She looks down and realizes what the problem is. “Oh, don’t worry it’s not mine.”

Stan’s face doesn’t look any less concerned.

“Ford’s fine too, just a little accident. You know how it goes.” She can’t help but laugh.

Stan grumbles something then walks away. An unusually harsh treatment from her normally warm best friend. She brushes it off though and quickly changes. When She’s back downstairs she finds everyone hanging out in the gift shop.

She greets them but only Mable acknowledges her. Stan’s head shoved deep in a newspaper and Dipper’s in Ford’s journal. There’s a moment of silence before Ford bursts out of his lab with a weird octopus-like creature stuck to his arm.

She tries to keep Dipper and Mable behind her for safety but they both peer around her eager to see their new Grunkle. Ford captures the creature easily enough and starts to head back to the lab, but Dipper’s right on his trail offering to help.

Ford turns down his offer before closing the door. Stan gives Dipper a lecture about staying away from Ford.

Dipper points at his newly titled Graunt. “But she gets to spend time with him and do dangerous stuff.”

She frowns. “Dipper, I’m an adult and have been doing this for a long time.”

“You’re still going to watch the season finale of Duck-Tective with us Friday, right?” Mabel checks.

“Absolutely. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The next week is spent helping Ford disassemble the portal and helping Stan with the shack. She getting ready for bed when Ford comes into the room beaming and gabbing about playing DD&MD that day.

She smiles and sits on the bed. “I’m glad you're spending time with him. He reminds me so much of you.” her smile falls for a second. “But didn’t Stan ask you to stay away from the kids?”

Ford is taking his boots off and he freezes and thinks. “Stan will just have to get over himself.”

She sighs and lays back onto the bed. “I know you and Stan didn’t have the best relationship before you went into the portal, and I knew it wouldn’t be magically fixed when we got you back, but I did hope it would be a little bit better.” She feels the bed shift as Ford sits next to her.

“Mine and Stan’s relationship has been complicated for a long time. Him bringing me back isn’t going to fix it overnight.” He places his hand on hers.

“I know but,” she sits up with a huff. “I feel like neither of you are trying. When summer ends I don’t want to lose my best friend. Stan means a lot to me, and he’s your brother. I wish you would both just try.

Ford looks almost mad for a second before his face softens. “Come here.” He pulls her into his lap. “For you, I’ll try. Promise… Well… I’ll at least try to be civil.”

She looks at him with a pout before she buries her head in the crook of his neck. “Fine.” She whines with a yawn.

The next day she's ready to watch the season finale of Duck-Tective with Mabel, Stan, and Grenda. She smiles to see Ford is sitting cross legged on the ground playing DD&MD just like they did in college and spending time with his great nephew. However her smile fades when Stan and Ford begin to argue. The argument turns for the worst when Stan throw Ford’s bag on dice on to the ground and causes them to scatter. Then they have to go on a ridiculous fantastic quest to save Dipper and Ford.

Afterwards Stan apologizes to Dipper and it warms her heart. He even says it's okay if Dipper spends time with Ford. She was a little disappointed Ford didn’t join them to watch Their show but she understood. After it was over Dipper went to find Ford.

She sat at the table with Stan to have a drink.

“You were very sweet today.” She almost teases Stan.

“Think you got me mistaken with someone else.” Stan grunts as he sits.

“No, the fact you changed your mind to let Dipper spend time with Ford is really sweet. I don’t think I have to tell you how similar they are. Plus I think it’ll be nice that Dipper can ask him questions himself instead of him asking me to ask Ford questions.” She smiles over her glass at Stan.

Stan frowns deepens. “Didn’t do it for Ford. Did it for Dipper. Ford still hasn’t told me thank you, and I haven’t forgotten.”

She groans. “Why do you two have to be like this?!” She almost shouts. “You’re both so stubborn and hard headed. If you two could just sit down and talk about your feelings like real adults I don’t think we’d have a problem.”

“Not until he tells me thank you!” Stan raises his voice back.

She slams her hand on the table and stands up. “He hasn’t even told me thank you, Stan! He’s appreciative to be home but he’s still upset we risked this whole universe for him!”

Stan stands up and opens his mouth to say something but closes it. He is absolutely fuming as he storms away from you.

She stands there for a second more before sitting back down with her face in her hands. Quiet tears fall down her face and she cries alone for a few minutes. Then she feels a hand on her back.

“Darling, are you crying? What’s wrong?” Ford’s warm, wide hand begins to stroke reassuring circles on her back.

She wraps her arms around his neck and brings him in for a hug. “I’ve just had a lot of big emotions this week. Think they’ve finally caught back up to me at once.” She’s not lying, she's had a lot of emotions to work through this week, but she doesn’t want to mention arguing with Stan. It would just make everything worse.

“Why don’t we get you to bed.” Ford suggests and she nods silently.

She tries to stand, but before she can Ford picks her up bridal style bringing a smile to her face. “Ford, I can walk.”

He kisses her forehead. “I know. But you’ve done so much for me, let me?” He wants to be sure it’s okay. She nods and falls asleep in his arms before they reach their room.

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Ford sits up from a nightmare which draws her from her sleep as well. Before she can even ask what’s wrong he tells her.

“We have to warn them. He’s coming.”

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“You gave her what?” She shouts at Ford once he tells her about his meeting with Dipper and Mable.

“Was that… was that bad?” Ford’s face flushes red.

“Stanford you gave a twelve year old a crossbow!” She stares at him in disbelief. “Would you or Stanley have been able to use one at twelve?”

Ford thinks for a second and opens his mouth and thinks better of it.

She sighs. “I’ll just go with them to make sure they’re safe.” She srumbles together her things and tosses on a bag. She's about to walk out the door without saying anything when Ford grabs her arm.

“Let’s not part ways angry.” His eyes look over her face and he looks so unbelievably caring.

She sighs and pulls him into a kiss. “I’m not angry, I’m just worried about Mabel. She sometimes doesn't have the best judgment of character. Did I tell you she dated the gnomes at the beginning of summer?”

He laughs against her lips. “I understand you’re worried.” He pauses and thinks for a moment. “I’m worried too. Last time I encountered Bill he drove me away from you. I can’t let that happen again.”

She gives him another kiss. “I know you won’t.”

Later she returns with the girls to the shack, beaten and bruised.

Ford gives her a kiss and congratulates them on getting the unicorn hair. Dipper helps them glue the unicorn hair to the outside of the shack. Ford wraps his arm around her shoulder and she can’t but feel a little bit safer.

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She stares at the rift. “Ford it’s….”

He sighs and places his hand on her shoulder. “I’m aware.”

“You didn’t tell me?” She looks at him hurt.

“I didn’t keep it from you to keep it secret. I just didn’t want you to worry.” He sighs.

“But I could help. Ford I just got you back and now it feels like the world is about to end. I can’t lose you again.” He places her hand on top of his.

“Nor I you.” He looks in her eyes then looks away and clears his throat. “I was hoping that, um…” Ford searches his brain for the right words.

“Ford you know I’ll do anything for you, just ask.” She smiles sweetly at him.

“Well, I don’t need you to do anything for me. I was just hoping you’d do something with me.” He wraps his arms around her and rests his forehead on her. “When all this nonsense with Bill is done, I’d really like to finally marry you.”

She laughs. She cannot help it, but she laughs. Ford looks almost hurt. Her hands come up to cup her face and bring him in for a kiss. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. I just can't believe you were worried about asking me that. I’ve waited thirty year for you, of course I’m going to marry you.”

He smiles against her lips before bringing her back in for another kiss. “I’m the luckiest man alive to have you for a wife.”

“I’m the luckiest woman alive.”

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She runs after Mabel as soon as she runs from the shack, but by the time she reaches her, Bill has already been released into reality.

“Mabel no!” She screams as she watches the small girl suspended in the air as she gets wrapped in a bubble and chains and flown away.

“Well, well, well, well, well, well, well. Look what we have here! If it isn’t peace sign herself!” A voice behind her booms.

She turns around, already sure of who the voice belongs to. “Bill.”

“In the flesh!” He confirms as the yellow on his triangle opens and closes, revealing flesh and bones.

She turns and tries to run back to the shack, but is stopped as she is suspended in the air.

“Not so fast peace sign! I think you’d be a useful pawn against my dear friend six fingers!” Bill snaps his fingers and she is encased in a bubble similar to the one that carried Mabel away. “Can't have anything happening to you!” The bubble begins to move and flies to Bill’s Fearamid.

Bill keeps her behind bars. She sits and watches helplessly as people she knows from town are brought in one by one, turned to stone, and placed on Bill’s throne. She silently wishes Bill would have done the same to her, to spare her the awful reality in which she has to witness all this awful weirdness. But she knows that’s probably exactly why Bill didn’t turn her to stone, to make her suffer.

She won’t give up hope yet. She knows as long as Ford is out there fighting, there is still hope. That hope is quickly shattered as she watches Bill set Ford by his throne.

“Hey peace sign! Like my new back scratcher?!” He cackles at her anguished face. “The extra finger really adds to the scratch!”

She pulls her knees to her chest and quietly cries.

By the fourth day she can’t cry anymore, her head aches, her eyes are red and puffy, and she wishes she could sleep more than five minutes. The blaring music she had gotten used to, but the second one of Bill’s minions noticed she was asleep, they'd come over and smack the bars of her cage and wake her up.

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Stan is extremely relieved when the kids barge back into the shack. After he greets everyone he looks at the door expectantly.

“Are Fords and-” He tries to say but Dipper knows what he's going to ask.

“I know for a fact Bill has Grunkle Ford, but as for…” Dipper trails off.

They begin to argue a course of action and the other townspeople when Stan accidentally turns on the television. Every person and creature in the shack is brought to the reality that the people of Gravity Falls are being turned into stone, then the camera pans over to show their friend and Graunt.

She is behind bars and looks absolutely worn down.

Mabel and Dipper begin to hype everyone up to band together, but Stan is fast to voice his opinion against it.

“Grunkle Stan how can you say that?” Mabel pouts. “Bill has your best friend and brother. Are you just going to sit her while she suffers?”

Stan watches as everyone begins to form a plan.

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“Everyone has a weakness though guy, I’ll make you talk.” Bill threatens Ford at the top of the Fearamid. Ford is placed in chains.

Bill snaps and Ford watches in horror as his fiance appears next to the triangular menace.

“Don’t listen to him, Ford. I’m fine, don’t-” a rope comes up and wraps around her body and mouth.

“No!” Ford lets out an anguished scream. “Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.”

“Oh, Fordsie! Did you forget all the time we spent together? I’ve been in that silly little brain of yours, and I know how much she consumes your every thought! Did you forget who it was that showed you where the ufo was so you could propose to her there?! I know with her by my side I can get you to do what I want! Or maybe…”

Bill draws her close to his eye and looks closely at her. “If you know how to bring down the barrier she must know too! I’ll get one of you to talk for sure!”

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She watches in horror as Bill begins electrocuting Ford, knowing she would be next.

“If only one of you would talk, then you wouldn’t have to watch the love of your life torchered!” Bill cackles boisterously.

There’s a loud crash as the Mystery Shack crashes through one of the walls. She looks at Ford with hope on her face. Until Bill realizes maybe if he tortured the kids he could get Ford or her to talk, they both begin to yell before being turned to stone.

Her vision returns to her and she looks around to see everyone back to their normal selves. Ford takes her hand and pulls her to the kids where they share in a group hug.

Ford’s taken aback when he sees his old friend Fiddleford. She feels bad never having gotten around to telling Ford what happened to him. They share in a few heartfelt words and a hug before Dipper brings everyone's attention back to the fact that Bill is outside.

“Drawing a circle on the floor. Well. he’s lost his mind.” Stan shouts.

She lays a hand on Stan’s arm. “Trust him. Please.” Her smile is tired, and she looks so weak compared to the normal strong woman Stan was sued to seeing.

Ford explains the meaning of the symbol on the floor, and everyone begins taking their places.

“The peace sign.” Ford smiles fondly as she takes your place between him and Stan’s symbol.

Everyone takes hands and the ground begins to shake. She reaches her hand out towards Stan.

Stan begins to argue and everyone pleads him to join the circle.

“Stan, please.” She begs her friend.

“Fine, just do one thing, say thank you.” Stan says.

Her heart drops to her stomach. She knew both brothers were too proud and now wasn’t the time for this.

“What?” Ford gawks.

“We spent thirty years trying to bring you back and you couldn’t even tell me or your girlfriend, not wife, thank you!?” Stan barks.

She felt tears begin to prick her eyes. There was no need for Stan to add that she wasn’t his wife yet. She knew he was angry and being petty but it hurt.

“Now’s not the time, Stan.” She scowled, blinking back tears.

“Fine. Thank you.” Ford begrudgingly says and Stan takes his hand. It looks like for a second it might be working, until Stan begins to fight with his brother and breaks the circle.

“You two stop!” She shouts.

But it’s too late. Bill has arrived. He takes Stan, Ford, and her into his grasp and everyone gets ready to fight. Bill snaps his fingers but everyone but the twins levitates and disappears. The young twins are entrapped in a cage.

“Last chance: Tell me how to take Weirdmageddon global and I’ll spare the kids!” Bill threatens.

Mabel yells at him and gets his attention before spraying him in his eye with spray paint, causing his grip on the three to disappear. The kids free themselves and order them to run. The kids run off and they try to follow but Bill traps the three of them in another cage.

All she can do is sit beside Ford as he and his brother share a moment. Ford finally stands and states his idea of letting Bill inside his head.

“You can’t do that to Ford.” She grabs his hand.

“I’ll,” She chokes on her words. “I’ll let him inside my mind and you can erase him.” She's scared. She's so extremely scared to lose everything important to her, but she’s more afraid of losing Dipper and Mabel.

The brothers share a look. “Absolutely not.” They say at the same time.

“But, but,” She whimpers.

“What if…” Stan states his plan, and she's against it. She’d rather take the sacrifice but she knows neither of them would let her. So she watches helplessly as the two exchange clothes.

Stan brings her into a hug. “You’ve really made my life worth living, kid.”

She hugs him as tight as she can. “Don’t talk like this is goodbye, because it’s not.” She kisses his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Stan reminds her, he shares a quick glance and hug from his brother, then they wait.

Everything that happens next happens in a blur. Stan, dressed as Ford, agrees to help Bill and steps towards him and Ford and her and are held in bonds again. Dipper screams for Ford to stop. Her vision blurs with tears.

As soon as Bill enters Stan’s mind she kneels down and draws both of the twins close to her and watches helplessly as Ford erases Stanley’s mind.

Everything returns to the normal state it should be. Mabel rushes to Stan's side and begins to praise him, but quickly she has to be pulled back.

She pulls Mabel into a tight hug as Ford explains what happened. They all cry, then they head back to the remains of the shack. The twins hold Stan’s hands.

Her hand is held tight in Ford’s, he holds her hand back equally as tight.

They stand awkwardly in front of Stan as he sits in his chair. Mabel refuses to accept Stan is gone and begins showing him her scrapbook from the summer. To everyone's surprise, it actually starts to work. They all gather around his chair while she reads.

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It’s a few days later and Stan has recovered a lot of his memory. He’s not exactly himself yet but he is on the road to recovery.

It’s late in the afternoon and she’s outside repairing the steps up to the shack when Stan finds her. She greets him with a bright smile.

“Stanley!” She beams. “How are you feeling?” She takes a break from her work and sits down.

“Hey, kid. I’m feeling pretty good.” He smiles back and sits beside her. Then he begins to rub the back of his neck.

“What’s on your mind?” She places a hand on his shoulder.

“How’d ya know?”

“You always rub your neck like that when somethings on your mind.” She reminds him.

He pulls him hand down into his lap and sighs. “Listen, I feel like before I wasn’t the best at expressing my emotions, and when I fully recover I’m probably going to be the same again.” He thinks for a second. “I wanted to let you know that besides Ford, you’re the most important person in my life. You’re my best friend and you’ve been with me through everything, despite what an ass I can be a lot of the time. I wanted to say, ya know, thanks, and I love you.”

Stan can’t look at her face to see her reaction because she pulls him into the tightest bear hug. “I know, but it feels good to hear you say it. You’re my best friend too. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have Ford back.” She pulls back from the hug and sits.

“And another thing… I remember when we were all taking hands back during,” he waves his hand, “Ya know… I pointed out you weren’t married to Ford yet. I did it just to hurt your feelings. I was mad that you were okay he hadn’t said thank you to us yet. You’ve always been more level headed than me, more of a peacekeeper.”

She laughs. “I guess that’s why I was the peace sign.” She jokingly throws up a peace sign with her hands. “Joking aside though, all is forgiven Stanley. I could never stay mad at you. It means a lot to hear you talk like this. I know in a few days you won’t want to have conversations like this, so it’s nice, ya know?” The two of them sit in silence as the clouds pass overhead.

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Miraculously the Mystery Shack is back in one piece in just a week. Just in time for Dipper and Mabel’s birthday. Ford pulls Stan aside to tell him his plan to sail around the world.

She and Ford had discussed it beforehand, and she understood the boys needed some time alone to bond. She’d be happy waiting for them both to return back home.

“What are you crazy?” Stan playfully shoved his brother. “She’s not invited?”

“Well, no, we had discussed it beforehand and she thought it would be a good idea for us to have some time to bond. As brothers. I’ll miss her of course, but-”

Stan cut his twin off. “No buts! She waited thirty year for you. I say we bring her.”

Ford laughs. “I’m happy to hear you say that. As long as she wants to be stuck in a small boat with two old men I’d be happy to bring her.”

“You do realise she is as old as us right?” Stan calls her over to where the two are talking.

Ford wraps his arm around her waist and she smiles. “Did you tell him your plan?” She beams up at him.

“I did, however,” Ford frowns, and she frowns too. She looks to Stanley for explanation.

“You must be out of your mind if you think you’re not coming with us.” Stan smirks.

“But I thought…” She looks up at Ford.

“It was Stanley’s idea, and it’s fine by me. Actually more than fine by me, lovely even.” Ford leans down to give her a kiss.

“We’re family, so I think it’d be stupid to make you wait here alone for the both of us. So you coming or what?” Stan’s smile is wide and genuine.

She lets go of Ford to pull Stan into a crushing hug. “Thank you, Stan.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Stan rolls his eyes.

Her hand reaches back towards Ford. “Get over here, I need to hug you both.” Ford chuckles but compiles.

Stan surprises everyone by announcing the closure of the Mystery Shack before giving Soos permission to run it.

She keeps close to Ford’s side as they wait for the bus to take the kids back home. Mabel grabs her hand and pulls her down to her level. “You’re the best Graunt in the whole world.”

She hugs Mabel tight and closes her eyes to stop the tears from spilling from her eyes. “You’re the best great niece and match maker in the world. Thank you for getting Ford back for me.”

Stan and Ford threaten the bus driver to let Waddles on. They all wave goodbye and run after the bus, cheering farewells.

Ford holds her close with one arm while the other wraps reassuringly around his brother. “They’ll be back next summer. Until then, let’s have an adventure.”

[nyashykyunnie]

𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛!𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔 𝚇 𝙶𝚗!ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣!

The head of the house Ragnvindr, the Darkside of Dawn, the owner of the renowned Dawn Winery- Many names,.. But for you? He was only your precious father.

He wasnt really good with children to start with, so he started researching all the little details he can possibly discover. If he’s not  satisfied with that, he’d actually ask someone. 

He wants to be the best father for his child, he also doesnt want you to grow with terrible stuff. With every little or big way,he’ll make sure you’ll live your life the fullest while he guides you.

Diluc is described as “aloof, bitter, and distant.”. However, his demeanor changes in front of his child. He’s still indifferent but the thing is- he is wholeheartedly attentive. 

Diluc is also a bit too overprotective. Well, how can he not? He lost his father in a brutal way. The redhead man is basically terrifed of losing another family, let alone his own child. Danger also lurks around uninvited, with your small build- It’s natural for him to put extra caution.

Overprotectiveness aside, he’s not very good in affection. He’s not like the type of father who showers his little one with constant praises and peppers their faces with soft kisses. 

The redhead man is more on the discreet way of showing his adoration. He spoils you a lot too. He has the money, so why not? (But not too much to the point you end up growing bad attitudes.) All your necessities are always laid out and he buys stuff he knows you’ll definitely adore. You want something like that adorable plushie displayed in the shelf of that store? Two seconds later you’re already holding it. Oh, you like that beverage? Consider it your everyday drink. You want to see the stars at night? He’s already making arrangements to have your own planetarium constructed! 

Well, if he’s not spoiling you with inanimate things. He’ll sneak in a few headpats, maybe some careful pecks in the forehead. He’ll also let you sit on his lap and play with your toy as he works on his papers. Diluc wont admit it but, he definitely enjoys having you accompany him while he's working. It makes him feel less tired.

About his work, ever since you came- He made sure he still has time to hang out with you. After all, children grow so fast, why would he want to miss our most adorable days? And if it does come to a point where he really needs to pay extra attention to work- He’ll leave you to Elzer and Adelinde, maybe even Kaeya too. The Chivalry captain is still, after all- One of the few people he trusts you with.

Diluc is also most likely the type who’ll surely carry his child around when he goes on long travels with them. Kaeya will probably make fun of him, but is he ashamed? No, he’ll even feel secretly proud he carries them around.

When it comes to overall raising you to be good, he’s got his ways. One of it is being very strict. Bedtime is bedtime. No more dilly dallying around, off to bed. If you cant sleep, he’ll prepare some warm milk and stroke your heads until you are off to the paradise of dreams. (Oh, maybe he’ll even hum a soft lullaby, who knows-)

He's also a very supportive one, if you want to be an artist- That's fine! Diluc will start buying you paints, papers, pencils and all. Oh, maybe you want to learn how to fight? He'll be a bit hesitant since he doesnt want you to get hurt, but nonetheless, he'll personally teach you how.

 “Uncle Kaeya is here! Daddy! Daddy lookie! It’s uncle Kaeya!” You cheer happily as you start swaying around in the man’s arms. “Uncle! Uncle!”

“Stop moving around, you might fall” Diluc sighs as he watched the chivalry captain wave and walk over. 

“My little niece/nephew sure has sharp eyes” The cryo user softly smiles as he watches the child sling onto their father happily “How have you been lately? You’re getting a lot of sleep right?”

“Mhm! Daddy lets me sleep on his bed when bad dreams come and bother me! He makes them go bye-bye!” You giggle lightly as you snuggled on the crevice of Diluc’s neck “Daddy is the best!”

“Mn” He lightly hummed, stroking your small back with his warm gloved hand.

“Oh? But did you that there is also someone called the ‘Darknight Hero’who beats bad guys in the dead of night? If you call for him, he might just help you get rid of those bad dreams completely” Kaeya chuckled as he watched his sworn brother throw him a small glare

“You’re talking too much” Diluc scoffed at him.

“Darknight Hero? That name sounds cool!” Your eyes twinkled. “But I dont need the darknight hero! No, no, nope!”

“Why not?” Kaeya asked, leaning his head towards you a bit “Dont you want to see a real hero?”

“Heroes are cool and all but... I have Daddy!” Diluc slightly flinched at your reply. “Daddy doesnt need to wait until moon appears to be a hero! Daddy is always here and makes the baddies go bye-bye effortlessly! And daddy is really-really handsome too and-and really strong! I dont need another hero cuz I have daddy! And daddy is all i would ever want!”

Your voice was so full of innocence and admiration one could almost feel like they were walking in a field of flowers. Diluc felt embarassed since Kaeya wasnt the only one who heard- The people passing were in awe by your innocence. He sure is lucky to have such a cute child like you. Being the clueless little angel you are, you rubbed your cheeks together with a proud grin.

“That’s adorable and all... But what about Uncle?” Kaeya cooes.

“Mn... Erm... “ You thought for a bit. “Daddy is still cooler!”

“As cold as your father, you really do take after him” He shakes his head.

“Alright, that’s enough” Diluc finally says. “It’ll be dark soon, it’s best we go home now”

“And I was just beginning to have fun with the little one” He shrugs “You take care now. Be sure to listen to your daddy and sleep a lot so you’ll grow”

“I will!”

With that, Diluc started to head towards the gates of Monstadt.

“Daddy?” You yawned softly.

“Is there something you want?” He asked softly, stroking your back. 

“When I grow big... I want to be just like you... I wanna be strong and make all the baddies... Go bye bye” Your words faltered as you drifted off to sleep in his chest. 

“Not just yet, dont grow up too fast” Diluc whispered in your small ear, nosing your little head and giving it a small peck. he doesnt want that yet, let him  cherish you with all his heart. Let him handle the villains, let him protect you with everything he can. He knows he wont be able to protect you always, he knows there’s always going to be a day where you’ll have to face the dark reality of this world,... But just this once, just a little while longer... Let him cherish your inoccence. Continue to be cluless about the cruel world. Just smile brightly, so bright that even the sun cannot match it.

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A/N

Hi! Hi! Thank you so much for taking your time and reading! I hope you enjoyed it! This is my first time writting an HC so please bare with me with all the errors ahah QAQ. I might make Kaeya and Xiao version if I feel confident enough!  I would also like to thank @araglia for the tips about Diluc! Thank you so much for the help! AND I’M GOING TO TAKE THIS CHANCE TO SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR WRITTING!!!!!

[sunrisefairy]

i’m sorry the way u did my last request was SO GOOD i just had to ask for another. could you do one with charlie weasley as a care of magical creatures prof and he finally gets with the professor he’s been flirting with? you write spicy fics so well i cant even

omg stop, ur making me blush. I had fun with this one! 

NSFW 18+ below the cut

You told yourself no boys this year, no distractions, you vowed that this year you’d focus on your career; Dumbledore had given you a position at Hogwarts and you were ecstatic and determined to make him proud. You didn’t think it would be too hard, to have a year free of boys, the male professors at Hogwarts weren’t exactly eye candy. That was until you met the new care of magical creature’s professor, damn that Charlie Weasley.

He was handsome, no argument about it, his rugged good looks and charming, sweet personality had your panties dripping whenever he was in close proximity (even the mere thought of his strong arms and those long fingers had your core throbbing) not that you would ever tell him that.

Charlie Weasley seem to make it his mission to make you flustered, within the first 10 minutes of your initial introduction he told you how breath taking your eyes were and how gorgeous his name sounded when it fell from your lips. You obviously blushed at this and brushed the comments under the rug, assuming he was just being cheeky and kind and didn’t mean anything by it. However, Charlie made very clear he found you attractive and having to endure months of his shameless flirting was proving to be very difficult to ignore the sexual tension between the two of you.

You stared down at the pile of forgotten essays on your desk, your mind was elsewhere, and you couldn’t seem find the concentration to focus on grading them right now. Your brain was preoccupied but a certain gorgeous redheaded wizard. You imagined his rough fingers and how they would feel against your skin, unbuttoning your blouse slowly and teasing your nipples, would he be soft and gentle and caress your breasts or would he prefer to be rough and pinch and tug at your skin? You bit your lip at the thought, arousal already pooling in your panties. It had been too long since you last had sex and you were beginning to grow frustrated and desperate for it.

“Thinking about me again, love?” you’re snapped from your thoughts and immediately clench your thighs at the sight before you. Charlie was leaning against the door frame of your classroom, his arms cross in front of him causing his muscles to strain against his shirt.

You smirk, “how I manage to get anything done when you plague my thoughts 24/7 is beyond me.”

Charlie chuckles at this assuming you’re joking and enters the room, approaching you at your desk. You take this time to rack your eyes over his body, his shirt stretching deliciously over his torso, the top few buttons undone allowing you to scan his neck and collar bone. Merlin how you wish you could sink your teeth into his creamy skin-

You cough to shake yourself of this thought, no boys, no distractions.

“What can I do for you Professor?” you muse, straightening up the long-forgotten essays.

If Charlie noticed you hungrily scanning his body moments before, he doesn’t comment on it. “Oh nothing really, was walking around and had the strong urge to come visit my favourite professor.”

You blush before he continues, “Snape was busy though so thought you were the next best thing.” He’s smirking at you now and you scoff rolling your eyes.

“Ha-ha,” you say sarcastically, “well as you can see, I’m insanely busy grading these essays so can’t say it would be much fun if you stayed.” You pick up an essay from the pile and furrow your eyebrows hoping it looks like you’re deep in thought when really you’ve re-read the same sentence 3 times, still not comprehending what it says.

“I can think of ways we can have fun,” Charlie’s low voice sounds from right next to your ear. How did he get there so fast? “none of which involve boring essays.”

You gulp and turn your head. He’s leaning over your shoulder, invading your personal space, one of his powerful arms is braced against the dark wood of your desk. You can feel Charlie’s soft breath fanning your face and you shudder. You can’t think of anything to say right now, Charlie’s rich scent is swarming your senses and any thoughts that do manage to form inside our brain are not appropriate to say out loud.

Charlie’s eyes glance down at your lips, your tongue darting out to wet them instinctively, he’s unsure if you are aware of the effect you have on him. Such a simple innocent move of licking your lips has Charlie growing hard. He leans closer to you, wanting you to give him the go ahead to continue, as you part your lips Charlie’s certain you’re about to tell him to kiss you.

“The doors open,” you squeak, suddenly very aware of this compromising position and not really eager on an unsuspecting student waltzing past and seeing this scene. You know you should ask Charlie to leave, you have essays to grade and a ‘no boys, no distractions’ rule to follow but Charlie is so close you can almost taste him.

He grins smugly, pointing his wand at your classroom door which slams shut and you can hear the lock click, he whispers a silencing charm too which has your heart beating faster in your chest. Are you really about to do this? Charlie looks down at you waiting for your next move. It feels like eternity before you make your decision, is it the right one, you’re not sure but you’ve dreamt about Charlie’s lips for too long to turn them down now.

In a flash, you connect your lips together, it’s rushed and messy but neither of you seem to mind. You can feel Charlie’s hands all over your body, he’s unbuttoning your shirt and squeezing your hips and arse and pulling you closer and palming your tits and it’s heaven. His lips find their home against your neck and you gasp as his nips and sucks at your skin. Somehow, you’ve change positions and Charlie has you pressed hard against your desk and you can feel his cock hardening in his pants.

“Fuck, want you so bad darling,” he growls into your ear. You tug roughly at his hair forcing his eyes to meet yours. His are dark with desire and you have to force yourself not to come right then and there.

“Then have me,” you respond.

The both of you waste no time, very aware of the fact that you don’t have the luxury of taking your time right now. You’re pulling off each other’s clothes and clawing at skin and leaving scratches and love bites and groaning and whining. Charlie hoists you onto your desk, pushing aside any papers and quills in his way. He wishes he had more time because the desire to kiss along every inch of your beautiful body and explore every freckle or birthmark or scar you have, is so strong. But he just prays you’ll give him another opportunity to do just that, because right now he needs to be inside of you.

Charlie is standing in between your open legs as he takes his fingers and runs them along your slick folds. “Fuck baby, so wet for me huh?”

The sarcastic comment disappears from your mouth as Charlie pushes 2 of his long slender fingers inside your heat, you moan at the sensation. He quickly begins scissoring his fingers set on stretching you out as fast as he could. “F-fuck, Charlie. Feels so good.”

“Wait till you get my cock darling. I’ll have you screaming,” he teases.

You kiss his lips before responding cockily, “go on then.”

Charlie removes his fingers and you whine at the emptiness, “shh darling, I’ll feel you up soon enough. You want that? Want me to fill you up with my cock?”

You’re nodding desperately, “yes please Charlie, please need your cock so bad.”

He grins widely at you, “as you wish.” The both of you groan as he lines up his cock and pushes inside of you. None of your fantasies would have prepared you to how amazing it feels to have Charlie’s cock stretching you out like this. You wrap your legs around his waist as his starts to rock his hips into yours.

Charlie begins to snap his hips faster and faster finding a deliciously rough pace, you’re grateful for the silencing charm he casted because you wouldn’t be able to contain the moans otherwise.

“Holy fuck Charlie,” you whine against his lips letting yourself run your fingers all over his sweaty naked body before they find their home on his hard shoulders.

The groan that rolls out of Charlie’s mouth is borderline pornographic, “I know sweetheart, I know.”

Charlie can feel himself growing closer and closer to his climax and he’d be daft if he lets himself finish before you. Charlie reaches in between the both of you and his thumb connects with your clit, forcing a loud moan to erupt deep from your throat. Charlie starts rubbing tight circles against that bundle of nerves while nipping and sucking at the soft skin on your neck. He can feel you clenching tightly around him.

“S-so close,” you gasp as that familiar tightening sensation pools in your belly.

“Come for me darling, I got you,” Charlie responds, his free hand holding you firming against him as you come undone. His name dripping from your lips like a sweet poem. It only takes a few more thrusts until he’s groaning into your neck and releasing deep inside you, his load painting your walls. The two of you are panting heavily as you try and catch your breath. You chuckle quietly to yourself, enjoying the sensation of Charlie’s now soft cock still inside of you. So much for no boys no distractions.

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