#the shelf is soo wrong

[snzhrchy]

Oh my god, I thought about this at school, okok so can I request a fanfic about Ajax having a crush on the reader (She/her if u can!) and his little snakes constantly trying to be affectionate with her and sneaking outside his little hat to try and touch you???? Thank you!

— ☆ THE SNAKES !

ajax petropolus x fem!reader

synopsis; Gorgons are usually told to keep their distance from the rest of the outcasts but Ajax and his snakes are a little too fond of you. notes; THIS WAS SOO FUN TO WRITE AND THE CONCEPT WAS CUTE TOO OMG taglist; lmk if u wanna be on it !!

The first time you encountered Ajax's snakes acting oddly around you was when the both of you were studying for your upcoming exam. When this happened, neither of you were aware of each other's feelings towards one another and didn't think too much of it:

Usually, Nevermore's library is rather quiet with no signs of life but not today. Today, the library had been filled with dozens of students trying to cram the entire biology syllabus in less than an hour.

Exam season was upon the students of Nevermore and they were all rest-less, including you and Ajax.

You both were near the end of the library, sitting across from one another as you both were helping each other revise for your upcoming exam. Yet, none of you could get anything done since there were far too many distractions for the both of you.

'Right so, what are the adaptations of a Dionaea muscipula plant?' you asked Ajax looking up from your deck of flashcards that were strewn all over your textbook.

Ajax remained quiet as he tried to think of his answer to your question while you began to scan your textbook again, re-reading all the material in it.

After a while, you turned to Ajax, again, wanting to ask him the question again but were immediately stopped by Ajax, who cursed and shouted: 'Y/N, close your eyes!'

You quickly shut your eyes tight and for good measure, covered them both with your hands. You really didn't want to turn into stone merely hours before your final exam.

Once the gorgon informed you that it was safe to open to your eyes, you slowly obliged. You saw that he looked rather embarrassed as he had his face covered with both of his hands. 'Sorry. I'm really sorry about that, I don't know what's happening to my snakes right now. Usually, they behave quite well,' he apologised.

You shook your head and reassured him that it wasn't his fault that his snakes attempted to stone you. You didn't think too much of this interaction but little did you know that the reason for this was due to the gorgon's major crush on you.

The second time Ajax's snakes attempted to touch you was during Outreach Day at Uriah's Heep. You both had gotten that shop for volunteering and you were very glad to have been there with a friend:

Outreach Day was probably one of your least favourite days of the school year. Yes, you were going out to Jericho and finally having a change of scenery but the entire concept of volunteering was tedious to you — why were you working at a place when you weren't going to be paid?

However, it wasn't all doom and gloom since your best friend Ajax was volunteering there too!

Most of your time spent at that creepy shack involved you both just quizzically staring at the rows of shelves that were filled with the ( nicely dressed ) roadkill or with cleaning out all the dusty old shelves.

Every now and then, you both would crack jokes but would get immediately shushed by the only clerk present in the store.

While you cleaned out a shelf that was right at the back of the store, you were interrupted Ajax standing a little too close to you as he watched you clean out the shelf.

‘Want some help here? I’m done with my side so—‘ Ajax stopped talking when he noticed that a few of snakes were roaming near your small figure.

All your movements stopped when you felt the weird feeling of scales on your head and neck. Your breath hitched. You were unsure of how to proceed; any wrong movement and you’d be a stone.

‘Ajax?’ You called out. 'Yeah? Sorry, give me a minute...' he said as he began to shove the snakes back into his beanie.

The rest of your day spent with him involved you countlessly reassuring him that the snakes were no big deal while he apologised to you endlessly.

Ajax was terrified of the idea of his snakes ever turning you to stone.

The third ( and last ) time his snakes escaped his beanie to affectionately touch you was during the Rave'N - it was a night you both won't ever forget:

The Rave'N was a rather lively and remarkable evening. It started out rather wonderful as well.

Ajax had come to pick you up at your dorm at around 7. He was already dressed in a white suit - he even had a beanie to match. You'd be lying if you said he didn't look attractive.

The entirety of your evening was spent with the both of you dancing to all the songs, drinking and eating.

As it started to near midnight, the songs started to get slower - perfect for ballroom dancing.

Even though your legs were sore and you felt like you could hardly stand but when Ajax asked you to dance with him one last time, how could you say no?

You both spent the last hours of the night in each other's arms. The entire world around you both was a blur and the only thing you could focus on was Ajax's arms around your body.

When the night ended and everyone was leaving; there were barely any people present except for a few other students and you both.

Ajax and you sat at one of the round tables, doing absolutely nothing - just sitting with one another, enjoying each other's company. It was a comfortable silence, to say the least.

The raspy yet comforting voice of Ajax calling out your name, snapped you out of your thoughts as you turned all your attention to him. You hummed in response, urging him to speak - you were too tired to say a single word.

'I...' he began, 'I had a great time here, with you.' You smiled upon hearing his words, 'me too.'

You both sat in silence again until Ajax began another conversation: 'hey, listen... I don't know how to properly say this but...' he trailed off, it was as if he was trying to form the right words in his mind. 'I really like you - I like you a lot, in fact,' he bluntly said.

Your eyes widened in shock; you couldn't believe your ears - your best friend and crush, Ajax had confessed to you. It was too surreal.

You were unaware of how to properly tell him that you harbored feelings for him as well. So, on impulse, you crashed your lips onto his.

Ajax was taken a back by your action but he kissed you back nonetheless. He'd been wanting to do that for so long.

His hands cupped one of your cheeks while the other travelled down to your waist whereas both of your arms were wrapped around his neck.

Unfortunately, you both pulled apart once Ajax realised that his snakes had escaped, again. He frantically apologised to you on behalf of his snakes while you chuckled.

Atleast now the snakes would attempt to escape a little less.

[saeist]

there was an immense pounding sensation in your head the moment you woke up. you opened your eyes to be greeted by the sunlight peeking through the grey curtains– wait, grey?

squinting, (from both the headache and sunlight), you sat up from the bed. wrong move in your opinion cause now your head felt like it was being hammered down non stop

you scanned your surroundings. a king sized bed with black covers, dark grey walls with a 40 inch flat screen tv mounted on it with little to no decorations around. an office table and a tall shelf filled with trophies

that’s when you realized that you weren’t at your apartment.

you looked down on yourself to see that (thankfully) you still had your clothes on, although it wasn’t the same clothes you had on last night. instead, it was an oversized shirt who probably belonged to the stranger whose place you just crashed in last night. you carefully got up from the comfortable bed and began to wander around the place

the sound of your footsteps alerted sae, who was cooking breakfast, that you finally woke up. you take a peek at the corner of the kitchen that was connected to the living room. there you see a tuff of cherry red hair

“sae?” you called out, hoping the stranger really turned out to be sae

sae turns around with his usual stoic face. “yeah, it’s me”

“oh thank god” you breathe out, a hand over your chest. “i was beginning to think i got kidnapp-“ you cut your sentence short when your head started to pound again.

“there’s water and painkillers on the cabinet. you know, for the hangover.” sae says, using the spatula that he was using to point out his cabinet where he kept some advil.

now you’re sat at his kitchen island, waiting for his eggs and bacon as you try to recall last night’s event.

“soo…” you start, sae hums, an indicator that he was listening, “how much did i drink last night?”

sae turns off his induction stove, he probably just finished cooking. he carefully places down some eggs and bacon on a separate plate before heading over to you.

“you finished a bottle of cuervo all by yourself and even chugged some jaeger right after”

you felt your cheeks burn up in embarrassment. no way in hell you just embarrassed yourself in front of the sae itoshi last night. what’s worse is that you couldn’t even remember your actions. did you do something? were you dancing your ass out?

“did i… did i kiss you last night? i can’t remember.” you pinched the space between your eyes, unable to look at sae in the eye, who was in front of you.

sae continues to do his thing by placing down 2 eggs and 2 bacon strips specifically on your plate. he pauses to look at you with an eyebrow raised,

“you seriously can’t remember?”

(italics - flashback)

“okay, i think that’s enough for tonight.” sae deadpans, trying to pry your hands off the bottle of tequila you were downing in one go after aiku and sendou dared you to chug it down in one go

when sae does successfully pries it off of you, you retaliated by whining and doing grubby hands in front of the red head

“sae you killjoy!” you whined, stomping your foot like a child. gaining the attention of the rest of u20. you were already swaying, probably because you were now shitfaced drunk.

“what’s the matter, angel? under lashes senpai not giving you another shot, hmm?” shidou pops out of no where, his arm slinging over your shoulder.

too drunk to process who was with you, you also wrapped your arms around shidou’s torso to balance yourself.

“yeah!” you pout, trying to get shidou to give you your bottle from sae

sae rolls his eyes at the sight before him. he gives away your empty bottle of cuervo to some waiter who conveniently passed by. it was the afterparty of japan u20 vs blue lock. even though they lost, they still went out to celebrate anyway since it’s not all the time itoshi sae joins your soccer team and of course sae brought you as his plus one.

“hands off, demon” sae spits, and shidou begrudgingly lets go of you while complaining about how unfair it was that this under lashes senpai can get anything he wants

sae grabs your hand and drags you to one of the tables the team paid for and sat you down. he fixes your posture as you were still swaying in place. he takes your chin to make you face him. you do but your eyes are hazy. you can barely make out sae’s face but thanks to his signature scent, you were still able to determine that the guy in front of you is sae and not some rando

“you’re drunk as fuck right now, y/n” sae says in a hushed tone. he rests his arm over the arm seat, unintentionally opening up more space. you don’t know what took over you but you casually invited yourself to his arms. you were now plush against his barely exposed chest.

sae freezes in shock. maybe it was also the alcohol that was slowly taking over but last time sae checked, he has an alcohol tolerance like a sailor

“warm” you murmur, resting your head on his chest. sending sae into a moment of panic in his head.

what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck

sae looks up and down. between your head that was literally now resting on his chest and some of the lingering u20 members. he noticed that your chest was exposing some cleavage with the tight dress you were wearing, which just added more to the mix. sae clicks his tongue in annoyance and tried his best to cover it

“y/n, sit up” he whispers in your ear, trying to help you out as he can.

‘this situation can’t get any worse’ he thinks to himself (it does)

much to sae’s relief, you actually do sit up on your own. you now stare at sae who was also staring back at you. you can see him open and close his mouth. he was probably talking but you’ve blocked out all of the noise. you could only hear your heart beat beating fast as your eyes trail down from his eyes, to his lips, to the thin gold chain that sits comfortably on his collar bones, to the exposed part of chest that was peaking through thanks to the two unbuttoned buttons on his button down shirt

“y/n are you even listening to me?” sae was getting annoyed. he didn’t go out with you for him to take care of your drunk ass. you could only stare blankly at sae. he gets the message that you weren’t listen to him the entire time he gave a small stern rant about drinking.

sae huffs, grabbing the drink in front of him that he abandoned a little while ago. you noticed his jaw was clenched as he downed the drink in one go. since when did sae get this hot?

at this point the alcohol took over you. the next thing you knew, your lips were on his. sae tries to pull away, “y/n-“ but gets muffled as you continue to kiss him. even going as far as straddling him.

sae still respected you and didn’t put his hands on you. that was until you were tugging his hair on the back of his head. his hands immediately flew onto your waist.

you momentarily pull away to get some air. it was getting stuffy anyway. your arms over sae’s neck. sae was looking at you with wide eyes because, what the fuck just happened. your lipstick was now smudged, he touches his lips and felt the residues of your lipstick

that’s when you officially black out. you head falls on sae’s chest once again but this time you were knocked out cold.

“y/n?” sae calls, tapping your sides because you just stopped moving.

the rest of the night becomes history.

you sit at the kitchen island stunned as the memories come rushing in. sae could only laugh at your face.

“SAE, I’M SO SORRY” you cried out, hands over your face to hide it from sae. you just basically ruined your friendship with sae. there was no returning from this pinnacle moment you’ve shared with sae

“it’s fine” he reassures, finally sitting down next to you. you shook your head no and still spluttered some apologies. you watched sae for his next reaction only to see him chew his food

sae simply pats your head. he uses his other arm to wipe his mouth in case for some crumbs here and there before looking at you in the eye,

“warn me next time when you’re gonna sit on my lap and kiss me like there’s no tomorrow”

[princessbrunette]

linecook!jj x picky!reader (meee) he's always cooking things tryna figure out what you like and he's soo patient

♡୨୧♡

linecook!jj pushing you in a shopping cart around the store as you shop for the weeks meals. he takes the food items off the shelves and hands it to you, leaning his elbows on the cart as you make up your mind.

“what do we think huh?”

“um, is there a way i can have it without the mushrooms?” you ask, avoiding his eye because you feel so silly. there’s times you really hate being a picky eater, you felt like such an inconvenience especially to someone who has such a passion for food.

“pfft, is there a way? ‘course there is, mama. i’m like — a magician with food, okay? you don’t want mushrooms? i’m gonna remove every mushroom from planet earth. how’s that for no mushrooms.” he rambles, happy as ever as he continues pulling ingredients off the shelf. “what ‘bout these bad boys?” he sounds excited, which makes you feel bad — the boy tossing an ingredient from one hand to the other.

“i’m sorry… i don’t like those.”

“more for me.” he shrugs. “and what are you sorry for? actin’ like you did something wrong babydoll. s’just food.”

“but you love food.” you mope, looking up at him from where you sit cross legged in the cart. he stops his browsing, turning his head to you as he tongues at the corner of his mouth before leaning back down to lean on the cart handles once more.

“okay? and guess what i love more than food.” a slow grin spreads on his face.

“…me.” you shyly admit after a pause, your own smile growing.

“ya. you, babe. so quit feelin’ bad, okay? let’s go get you some garlic bread.”

♡୨୧♡

[softboo]

love me, ever so gently - part II

pairing: austin x reader

summary: you recently moved to a new apartment, making some new eccentric friends along the way. but what you didn't expect was falling in love with a stranger. a stranger you somehow couldn't stop thinking about

words: 2.8k

warnings: more hints of domestic abuse, dark themes in relationships

author's note: soo i made a part II and i made it so quickly that it kinda blended into part III. i also want to say thank you to everyone who read part I because my heart melted. like i was already excited when it hit more than zero lol. but wow thank you so much!! it truly means the world :3 i hope you like this next part heh c:

previous part // next part

part II

you piled the books onto the cart, the last group needed for organizing before the store closed. today was pretty slow as customers came and went, but your thoughts were somewhere else. on someone else rather.

it's been almost a week since the fair and this stranger was eating away in your head. maybe some part of you wished you would see him again. but what were the odds of that happening? the days started to blend into each other and you were so afraid that if you stopped thinking about him, just even for a little bit, the memory would disappear.

the more time that passed, the less you thought he would show up again.

but you missed seeing him. you wished for anything just to talk to him just a little bit longer than the last. you felt crazy for feeling so attached to him, but there was something so pulling about him. the way he would listen to you talk about the stories you loved and hated. the way his eyes would just gaze right through you, like you were someone he had missed seeing.

oceans filled your head, the calm waters flowing through your heart. but knowing it was going to disappear just as quickly as it came.

because he was only temporary. the waters weren't yours to stay in.

the backdoor swung open and you heard george hobbling over at you, almost tipping you both off balance as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"look who it is! my favorite girl!" he smiled, completely disrupting your last task before you had to close the store. he flashed a toothy grin as cassandra appeared right behind him.

"george please, you're going to fall on the poor girl." her tone annoyed, but with a hint of concern. "do me a favor and go to the storage room to get the books for the events before i throw something at you."

she shot him a glare before he waved goodbye to the both of you. cassandra came towards you, picking up a few of the novels on the cart to help you finish.

"you're still thinking about him, dear?"

you quickly turned your head to look at her, eyes widening at the sudden accusation.

"how did—?"

"sweetie, it's written all over your face. and you've had that same expression since the fair. i'm not clueless."

you gave her a weak smile, confirming exactly what she thought. you couldn't look at her now though, feeling as if she could see right through you if you did.

"am i crazy cassie?"

she let out a small chuckle, settling the last book down on its appropriate shelf. she shook her head.

"no, you're just being young. and there's nothing wrong with that." she reassured you, not realizing that she completely finished organizing the rest of your books.

"if he ever decides to show up again, then you'll have another chance with him. if not, then you learn to move on."

that last sentence was something a part of you didn't really want to accept. your heart was still holding on to that possibility. but the more days that passed since the fair, the more you wavered on your certainty.

~ ~

"there's only two new neighbors cassie... why did we make three welcome gifts?" evelyn stated, all four of you were now squeezed into your apartment, staring at the gifts on the kitchen counter.

"because the other one is for our favorite girl!" george exclaimed, jumping up to give you the last gift. cassandra swatted at his arm, glaring at him.

"you ruined the surprise." cassandra remarked, as you gave them a weak smile.

it's been almost a month now and the thought of you ever seeing him again was fading even more. you reassured them that you appreciated the surprise anyway and george pulled you into a hug.

"if i only knew it was for her, i would've baked more cookies." evelyn stated, but you truly did appreciate the gesture regardless. they all knew something was wrong for awhile, but cassandra was the only one that knew why.

"it's okay, thank you. really. i love the gift."

cassandra caressed your cheek again as evelyn added, "if anything, i can bake more tonight and stop by to drop them off."

you smiled and nodded. "i would love that."

evelyn gave you a warm smile with her rosy little cheeks. she loved cooking for all of you, even remembering the first time she gave you your personal welcome gift when you moved in. and you remember it vividly because george ate half of those cookies.

"alright let's go drop off these gifts," cassandra stated, "george and i will go downstairs. you two will go to the one across the hall."

you all held your respective gifts and walked to where you needed to go. you and evelyn approached the apartment, evelyn knocking on the door as you held onto the gift.

you could even smell the cookies inside as it fogged a bit of the plastic, knowing how much hard work evelyn put in them. george made the little welcome sign, cassandra wrote the card with all the events planned for the year, and you placed two books. each from the ones that the store no longer needed.

it took a while for someone to answer, evelyn had to knock a few times but soon enough, the door swung open and suddenly something caught in your throat.

there she was. the same dark haired woman from a month ago. you couldn't believe it, the fact that she was your new neighbor. the fact that you saw her a month later instead of him.

and the fact that she stood there, her eyes in flames as you both somehow were at fault for knocking on her door.

"how can i help you?"

her tone was dark, it almost felt like she spat at you. evelyn noticed the slight negative connotation in her voice and opened her mouth to speak, but you came in first.

"we just wanted to drop off a gift to welcome you to the building." you gritted through a fake smile and evelyn saw you tense up. she just couldn't figure out if it was from annoyance or something else.

"oh how thoughtful," her voice was so empty. there was nothing behind it other than wanting to push you both out of her apartment.

"we also added a list of events that happen in the building like a cooking class, taught by—"

"my boyfriend and i are not interested thank you."

she cut you off again and you felt that spark of a flame growing right inside your heart.

"i'll take the gift though," and the woman snatched the beautiful piece from your hands. "austin loves this kind of thing."

she gave you a big toothy grin, something that vaguely made you uneasy but also reminded you of a poorly painted clown. she didn't even say thank you before shutting the door on your faces.

you couldn't even fathom any words, just blankly stared at the closed door. you glanced over at evelyn who was as shocked as you, opening her mouth to speak.

"what a bitch."

~ ~

your mind was racing as you ate your dinner, your favorite tv show playing in the background. the thought of austin's girlfriend being your new neighbor placed a sour taste in your mouth. like you couldn't catch a breathe as the whole situation wrapped around your throat. you had no idea if austin was living with her, but if he was, you weren't sure if you could face him with her breathing down your neck.

or if she'd even allow him to be in the same vicinity as anyone else but her.

the things you saw during the fair flashed in your head, the bruise on his hand. the tight grip of her arm around his. you shook your head, doubting that that possibility could be even true.

but if it was...? you weren't sure how you would react.

a sudden knock on your door broke you from your thoughts as you slowly got up from your chair to check who it was. as you looked through the peephole, you didn't see anyone.

you hesitated for a moment before opening the door, to find something that shattered your heart into a million pieces.

your welcome gift was staring back at you from the floor. the plastic wrap was ruined and the sign was ripped. the card splattered with wine stains and the cookies looked like they were stepped on. the only thing that was missing were the books and the event page.

you had no idea what to do, all of your hard work. everyone's hard work was ruined. a kind gesture completely taken advantage of and it was fueling your hatred even more.

you tossed it to the side, gently placing as much of the gift together as you could before closing the door. you wondered if austin took those missing things. if he knew how badly his girlfriend was treating other people and if he was even aware of the hold she had on him.

maybe that part of you was right.

~ ~

you sat in your assigned seat, the second table from the center. evelyn was busy up in the front, preparing her demonstration table full of ingredients. the kitchen right behind her with all the other food items needed for their meal. you could see how nervous she was with the way she kept fidgeting the same utensils and pans, making sure it was facing a certain way.

george appeared from the kitchen entrance, carrying supply bags out so it was easier for the class to get what they needed. he was beyond ecstatic for this as he was not only going to see a huge turnout of people again, but he was excited for the secret batch of food evelyn promised she would make for them when this was over.

you noticed cassandra passing through, a sign up sheet in her hand and you noticed a compile of names, each having their own seat and assigned table.

"so why can't i look at the list of names?" you asked her when she passed your table. all she did was smile as she handed you your name tag.

"cassie, he's not going to come." you remarked and she shook her head at your negativity.

you weren't able to tell anyone about your suspicious, thinking it probably wasn't your place to begin with. it wasn't until evelyn talked about "the dark red haired bitch from 4B" that cassandra started to connect the dots.

you just weren't sure if they were connecting all the dots.

weeks passed since the incident and each passing event with him not being present made it harder to stop thinking about him. even so when he would put his name and not show up.

this was yet, another one of those times, which was why you were doubting cassandra's optimism.

"we'll see. you never know dear," she let out a soft smile, "but if he does, give him his name tag for me?"

she handed you the tag with austin written on it, just like she did for all the other events. and yet each time, your heart skyrocketed in hopes that he was actually going to show up.

soon enough, the class started and evelyn began her introduction. the turnout was quite a lot; families, some friend groups, a few couples, an empty table in the back, and you.

with one empty seat next to yours.

~ ~

you were halfway through rolling the dough when you heard the main entrance door open. you didn't really have time to look because your stupid dough wasn't flat enough.

but it wasn't until you heard the footsteps and the water that followed suit from the rain that your now empty seat was occupied.

and your heart stopped.

"hi i'm so sorry i'm late. i'm usually not like this," his voice wavered, he sounded so flustered and embarrassed. so different from when you first met him.

you finally had the courage to look at him and you saw those same calm waters in his eyes, except they weren't as blue anymore. it was muted, like a greyness overshadowing its true color.

he had a hat on that covered his wavy blonde hair and some kind of shadow near his eyes, but he no longer had a mask and you could've sworn you heard your heart beating against your ears.

you were so overwhelmed by who he actually was that no words came out so you could respond to him. a part of you was so grateful he didn't see you as he was so preoccupied with his mistake of being late.

and when he finally settled into his seat and placed his things down, he looked at the nametag you placed on his side of the table. he quickly pinned it on his sweater to hopefully catch up on what he missed.

"i'm austin," he introduced himself, hoping you would say something to him. anything.

"hi."

your voice was so meek compared to his, even when he was the one all flustered.

"how much did i miss?" his was soft, and somehow sounded like he was comforting you.

"oh um... just the mixing part. i have the dough ready, but i can't seem to..."

you stopped as you noticed yourself ramble, completely avoiding his gaze as you looked right at the roller and your very stubborn piece of dough.

you heard him chuckle and it made your heart flutter slightly.

"can i?"

you just nodded as he placed the dough in front of him, taking the roller to knead the whole piece out. it wasn't long until he flattened it to the perfect shape that he gave you a small smile. he even followed the next few instructions from evelyn, placing the dough into a pie crust pan.

"have you cooked before?" you asked him, as he noticed the way you looked extremely impressed. and something about your expression made him flustered all over again.

"not really, but i do love cooking. i even thought about becoming a chef."

"really?"

"yeah," he let out the softest little laugh, pressing against the dough to form the crust, "that's why i moved here. i wanted to take a break for awhile and learn about the things i love to do... like cooking."

"you live here?"

a part of you wished he wasn't going to say it, but you already knew his answer.

"yeah on the 4th floor, apartment 4B."

and your heart sank to the ground.

"do you live around the area too?" he asked curiously and you nodded absentmindedly.

"yeah, i think we're neighbors. i'm 4A."

and you could've sworn you saw the blueness come back in those storm covered oceans.

"really?"

"yeah..." you hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not you should say the next part, "my friend and i actually dropped off a welcome gift for you."

and the blueness left as fast as it came.

you bit your lip, scared he might react a certain way. you started to doubt yourself. what if he was the one that ruined the gift, not the girlfriend.

he paused for a moment, going quiet as he finished mending the dough in place.

and you panicked.

"i totally understand if you didn't like the gift."

"no i liked it... i liked it a lot actually."

there was something hanging in the air now and you felt this immense guilt that you ruined the whole thing. you've thought about meeting him again for months and now that the chance arose itself, it felt like you were sabatoging everything you ever wanted.

"whenever you're both done filling your pie and adding the top crust, you can go to the kitchen and place it in the oven," evelyn instructed, smiling at the both of you as she passed your table. she cut the tension between you two for just a moment before it all came crashing back again.

you filled the pie pan and topped everything with another dough crust. the silence wrapped around you two as you finished the pie completely.

"i'll put it in the oven," austin offered, but as he got up, he winced in pain, clutching at his torso.

and that was all the confirmation you needed.

"let me, it's okay."

you took the pie from him, his body settling down on the seat again. he seemed so exhausted all of a sudden, like he no longer had the energy to put up a front anymore.

and it killed you on the inside that you had to sit there and watch.

when you came back from the kitchen, you noticed he took off his hat to fix his hair.

and that's when you saw his eyes. just above his eyebrow was a bruise and few cuts, a small bandaid on his upper temple, right where the brim of the hat would be.

but what broke your heart was the way he no longer had those lights in his eyes anymore. he rubbed his face for just a moment and you saw something else stain his hands.

it was makeup.

[callsign-dexter]

Love in Sickness

Request: My love 💕 I feel soo terrible at the moment 🤧 would you do something for a lovely anon, with Antonio, where he's taking care of his sick girlfriend and all being lovely and a worried mother hen ? That would be awesome 💖

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Sick!Reader

Warnings: fluff

A/N: to the dear sweet anon that sent this in: I hope you're feeling better and sorry I didn't get it out sooner to you!

A/N 2: two fics on the same day? What is going on?

You hadn’t been feeling that great since Thursday of last week. It started out with a scratchy throat but you thought nothing of it and ate some cough drops and drank some tea with honey. Then came the runny nose and sneezing again you thought nothing of it and took some allergy meds and went on with your day. Antonio was worried about you but you just said you were fine and he left it at that, he knew how you got when you got upset. Nothing new happened on Saturday or Sunday so you thought it was over since the symptoms cleared up, you were wrong.

You worked as a teacher so that means you were working with kids and were bound to get sick at some point, turns out that some point was Thursday. You hated being sick. You and being sick did not get along. When you got sick it took you out for several days and you hated it. You also hated to tell Antonio because he tended to go overboard on the mothering. But he was a detective and always found out. You sighed and decided to get up and try to get some fluids into yourself and maybe something to eat, if you could keep it down that is.

It was now Monday and you felt worse than you did on Thursday. Antonio had already gone to work since he had to be up and out the door at 6 AM. So, you woke up to an empty bed which made you feel 10x worse. You laid in bed for a few minutes until you felt your stomach churn and bile started to come up your throat so you jumped up out of bed and into the bathroom. You had just barley made it to the toilet before everything in your stomach had come out. When you were done and all you were doing was dry heaving, you leaned against the wall after flushing the toilet and was catching your breath. Finally, after you caught it and walked to where your phone was and called into work and told them you were sick and told you to come back when you were feeling better. You slowly grabbed Antonio’s hoodie that was hanging off the bedpost and threw it out, it seemed to swallow you whole and brought you comfort and it smelled like him and made you smile. You slipped your phone into the pocket and began your journey to the kitchen.

When you tried to stand up you saw black dots appear in your vision so you sat back down until you felt like you could move. About 10 minutes later when your heart stopped racing you tried again and this time it was successful. You used the wall and slowly walked to the kitchen and then you collapsed onto one of the kitchen chairs. Once you felt like you got some strength you got up and made some soup, once it was done you grabbed a bowl from the top shelf and shivered as you did so. Your muscles screamed at you and you whimpered just the tiniest bit but got the bowl down. You got some of it and went and sat down on the couch. You took one bite but once it hit your stomach it was coming back up and you were running to the bathroom.

Once you were done dry heaving and expelling what little soup you did eat you flushed the toilet and then made your way to the couch. Your legs shook like a newborn foal standing for the first time. Once at the couch you just collapsed onto it with a sigh. You must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing you knew you were being startled awake by your phone vibrating and ringing. You woke up in a sweat but slid it out of the hoodie pocket and squinted at the screen and saw that it was Antonio calling. You answered it and then closed your eyes while beginning to talk.

“Hey, Babe.” You said a little out of it.

“Hey, Baby Girl. You’re not at work?” He said and then you realized that he must’ve went to see you on his and your lunch break, which somehow seemed to match up.

“I’m sorry, Babe. I called in sick. I woke up throwing up.” You said trying to fight nausea.

“Oh, Baby Girl. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You said and you could hear him smile through the phone. You always cared about other people first before you.

“You never bother me. I’ll be home in a couple of minutes, I just got to pick up some stuff first.” He said and you nodded even though he couldn’t see it.

“Ok. I love you.” You said

“I love you too. Now rest up. I’ll be home soon.” He said and then hung up the phone. I took you a minute to realize he had hung up and you pulled the phone away from your ear.

You must’ve fallen back to sleep because you woke up to Antionio running his fingers through your hair. “’Tonio?” You asked sleepily and vision blurry.

“It’s me. How are you feeling? You’re burning up.” He asked and you shook your head which was a mistake because that just brought a headache on and you winced.

“Not good.” You said throat scratchy from the vomiting. He smiled at you and softly.

“Oh, Baby Girl. Have you eaten anything?” He asked

“Yea, but it came up.” You said and closed your eyes covering them.

“The light bothering you?” He asked

“Mhm.” You said

“Do you want to move to the bedroom? It would be more comfortable than the couch.” He asked and you nodded slightly. “Can you walk?” He asked.

“I can try.” You said and started to stand up while wincing at the light, you were still in your sweatpants and his hoodie. When you stood up, with his help, your legs started to shake again.

“I’ll carry you.” He said and bent down to hook an arm under your knees and then around your shoulders. He gently bent your legs and the next thing you knew you were being carried back into the bedroom. Antonio laid you down gently and pulled the covers over you and you snuggled into his hoodie and the covers. He started to leave but you stopped him by grabbing his hand. “I’ll be right back. I need to put the stuff away I got and bring you a Gatorade and a bucket. I also want to get a thermometer to check the temperature of yours.” He said and you nodded and let him leave. Antonio was always good to you when you were sick and you truly loved it even if he did go crazy overboard at times. He walked back into the bedroom carrying the things he needed for you and then sat down and helped you sit up. “Open.” He said and you did and he put the thermometer under your tongue and 30 seconds later it beeped it read 103°F (39.4°C). “Here take some Tylenol. It’ll help with the fever.” He said and you took it and gave you the Gatorade to wash it down.

“You’re so nice to me.” You mumbled out and he smiled.

“Get some sleep. I’ll check on you in a few.” He said and you nodded already half asleep. Every now and then he would come in with a cool wash cloth and dab your forehead. You didn’t once move or make a sound. You tended to be a heavy sleeper especially being sick. He stroked your hair and felt your forehead with the back of his hand occasionally. He would then go back to doing some tasks around the apartment waiting on you to wake up and tending to you.

3hrs later you woke up with a start and really needed to use the bathroom. So, you shakily pulled the covers back and started to get up and when Antiono walked in. “What are you doing?” He said with a chuckle.

“I need to use the bathroom.” You said and he chuckled.

“I’ll help you.” He said and came over and helped you walk to the bathroom. Once you we were there, you did your business and then flushed. Surprisingly you hadn’t thrown up but then again you hadn’t eaten anything. “Do you want to try the couch?” He asked and you nodded. So, he helped you there and sat you down. He retook your temperature and was happy to see it was back down too normal. He bent down and kissed you on the forehead.

Antonio took care of you for the rest of the time you were sick until 3 days later and you finally started to feel like yourself again. You still didn’t have your strength and he helped you with that. Somehow, he hadn’t gotten sick and you were jealous of that but you didn’t love him any less. You really considered yourself lucky when you met him. You weren’t going to let him go anytime soon that’s for sure.

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[reminiscentreader]

“I’m wonderstruck, dancing round all alone.” - Enchanted (Taylor’s version)

Grayson x reader ~ requested from @never-enough-novels

warnings: incredibly cringe

part 1

The day you Grayson Hawthorne it was an avarage Tuesday night . It had been a long day of lecture and then a long two hours of studing afterwards, but now you were finally at your safe space, the local bookshop. God, how you could spend hours wandering the aisles, just admiring the books. There was something special about the smell of coffee, the shelves stacked to the ceiling and the velvet reading chairs placed here and there that made you really love this place.

You had been aimlessly walking through the romance aisle when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you spun around to see who had tapped you only to see a gorgeous pair of grey eyes staring down at you, “um- hello, do you know where I can find the classic literature?” An American accent? “Oh uh, I don’t work here I’m sorry.” You turned back to your shelf but the guy tapped on your shoulder again. “I said I don’t work here, did you not hear me?” You turned around to look at the guy again, god he really was handsome. “I- uh I know but um, could you just tell me anyway?” He frowned slightly, “I don’t have time to be wandering around a bookshop like a lost deer.” You sighed and put your books back on the shelf, “asshole.” You muttered under your breath, the guy raised one eyebrow, “what was that?”

“nothing.”

“I’m Grayson by the way, Grayson Hawthorne.” Had you heard that name before? “That’s nice to know, Graham.” You smirked at yourself, purposely trying to piss this Grayson guy off. “No it’s Grayson, not Graham.” Grayson spat out, “I heard you Graham.” Grayson didn’t attempt to make any small talk on the rest of the way to the classics section.

Grayson

Once the book girl had dropped him off he brought his books and left. He walked back to the hotel, although he wasn’t sure why, he could easily call a driver to come and collect him, but instead he decided to walk home in the pouring rain. There was one thing that was bothering him, that girl. Why didn’t I ask for her name? He thought, he had the perfect opportunity to, right when he’d introduced himself, the girl didn’t look like she’d recognised him. This could be his chance for something real, something that his brothers had that he yearned for so dearly. You’re being fucking delusional he had spoken to this girl once, and she’d gotten his name wrong, what was he thinking? But, she was pretty, more than pretty actually she was beautiful. Him and his brothers were in London for a week. A week only, if he visited that bookshop everyday and hoped that she was there, could he, just maybe, talk to her? Maybe even invite her to dinner?

Soo that’s part one 🤭🤭 I really hope you like it @never-enough-novels because I really enjoyed writing it, part 2 should be out but Saturday! (And yes in my mind Grayson is the most delulu person ever)

[honeybewrites]

Friday Sunday Kiss Tag

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!! I have so many tags to catch up on, so this is a little late.

Rules: Post an excerpt with a kiss! Quick cheek peck to make out session, platonic or romantic or familial, does not matter!!!

Soo... I don't usually write kisses. BUT!! I dug something up. It's written from Rage's POV instead of Asset 703 (which is why it's not part of my WIP anymore and also some older writing) so enjoy, I guess?

CW: descriptions of second/third degree burns, forced drugging (for their own good)

Rage grabbed her arm, cutting away the bandages she had hazardously put on, going all the way up to her fingertips. Her body tensed beneath his hands as he peeled them away from her skin. If he had thought her back was bad, this was a whole new level of horror. All over her hands, up her forearms, there were second and third degree burns. Her skin was blistering, peeling, and he had no doubt the darkest patches were blackened. It had to be excruciating. And it would be excruciating to treat it. "W'as wrong?" she asked. "N-nothing honey. Stay still for me, okay? I'll be right back." Rage tried to keep his emotions under control. The last thing he needed was her worried because he was worried. Finally finding the washroom, it was quite a sight. Healing supplies scattered across the floor, cabinets open, bloody towels in the tub. God, he should have been here sooner. It took some searching, and he started to worry there wasn't any, but he finally found the stash of tonics hidden in the far back corner of the top shelf. He was even more relieved when he found the sedatives. He didn't like knocking her out. Tonics didn't always agree with her or her chips especially. She got night terrors too and was always distant with him afterwards. But he hated the thought of her trying to push through the pain of him treating her burns more. "Honey?" he crouched down in front of her. She was already on the verge of unconsciousness; she had to be exhausted. "I need you to drink this for me." Using one hand to keep her head up, he pressed the bottle to her lips, tipping till it spilled into her mouth. "There you go, good girl." He went back to carefully getting the rest of the bandages off, keeping a close watch on her. It didn't take long before her body was completely limp. "R'g," she mumbled, brow furrowing as she tried to focus on him. "W's-" "Shh, it's okay honey. Don't fight the tonic, let it work." "R'g." He hated how her voice cracked and tears glazed over her eyes. He hated the guilt in his stomach at her crushed expression. But this was necessary. She had already gone through enough pain. "I know, I know. I'm sorry." He brushed her hair out of her flushed face. "Treating this is going to hurt, and you've already dealt with enough pain. Just sleep. It's okay, I promise. Gerd can't do anything to you for this. I promise you. Just sleep." Her eyes were all but closed. "Please don'... leave," she mumbled. "Don' wan' you..." His chest constricted more. "I'm not going anywhere honey. I promise you, I'm staying right here. I'm not going to leave you." Rage gently pressed a kiss to her forehead as her eyes finally closed.

Tagging @fractured-shield @orions-quill @themboty @ink-enchanted and anyone else who wants to hop on!!

[d-x-z]

Sleepless nights, sleepfilled mornings.

(Evil morty-from the fanfic-x male reader)

Note: if you read the fanfic I do call backs to their times, and I mentions this one before but I will turn them into oneshots >:)

(Posted before the fanfic is published—needed to be proof read, arc 1 needs to be rewritten/improved— for context evil morty is just morty prime but before he decided to go solo. Pre-rick timeline)

I'm writing and posting this because it's been DECADES since I posted written work in YEARS like 2019 type years, so if I'm bad at writing don't mind it

!!17+ AGES DO NOT INTERACT, 16 AND BELOW ONLY BLOG ALLOWED!!

Desc: morty has a hard time sleeping, with his neighbor alone at home who had a hard time falling asleep isolated in his house. Both decide to hang out at morty's room for the night

Type: comfort?/fluff

Morty was the type to get nightmares. Don't get me wrong at his age he probably should have understood by now, but none of them are real. But considering his school life was shit it's been haunting him ever since

As for the boy on the other side of the road he sat awake in his bed, binge watching marvel movies to see if it will tire him only to find out it would not work. He pulled out his phone texting morty

Nerd: U aawake?

Nerd: akwe*

Nerd: award*

Nerd: awake*

He placed his phone down before hearing a buzz

Loser: yeah

Nerd: nightmares??

Loser: yes, come over ples. Had a weird dream I'll open the door rq

Nerd: damn, sure sure

Y/n hopped off his bed, closing his laptop, before heading downstairs. Looking around the empty house all he did was furrow his eyebrows his mom left yesterday for work. He's unsure what job

she's in but all he remembered was it was the trade business. Placing on his slippers he opened the door and locked it behind him. It was dark but not dark

enough to have no people around sometimes a few cars would pass by, assuming it's just people coming home from somewhere or people who has to get to the airport at such hour.

As he crossed the streets he already saw morty at the door step "u good?" Y/n yawned seeing mortys tired face "not really, just hang for a while.." Y/n nodded as both of them went upstairs to his room.

Morty went back to his bed as Y/n took a comic on the shelf sitting on the floor beside the bed, morty looked at Y/n reading before he simply watched him.

Y/n yawned before throwing the book on the desk "scoot over I wanna sleep too" rubbing his eyes he jumped unto the bed taking the blanket and huddled in with morty "soo whats the dream about?" Morty shook his head "it's too weird to explain?"

He thought  "how weird is it? Like weird event weird? Or drug trip weird?" Y/n turned around to face morty "like drug trip weird yeah"  y/n just gave a look "did you take drugs before sleeping?" Morty retracted in slight fear "of coarse not! Mom would kill me" he sighed Y/n simply crossed his arms around his head. "christmas is coming up... plan on doing something?"

He asked morty while he looked at the ceiling "nothing much, just hanging with my family once more" Y/n smiled his eyes getting heavy "we should go ice skating, to this day im determined to learn how to skate" Y/n closed his eyes before morty yawned "I think I'm able to go, need to finish my math homework only" "need help? I know the long method, I forgotten how to do the short one. Placed too much effort trying to figure out the long method I completely disregarded the easier one"

Y/ns voice was starting to mutter up. "Thanks, I'll just help you in your hist—" morty looked to the side to see Y/n passed out, his eyes were half lidded as well before he decided to scoot closer to be warm as he closed his eyes...

As Y/n woke up he stretched himself on the bed; right, It wasn't his bed, as he sat up he realized one of his foot dangled from the mattress as morty's own foot was on his chest both boys were positioned in a x form morty's own torso off the bed

unto the floor still passed out. Y/n sat up, the brightness of the window caused him to wince, crust formed near his eye as he rubbed his face to rid of them, while he sat up he felt morty awaken too. Half of his body was on the floor, his eyes woken up to the carpeted floor,

mumbling something only for the carpet to muffle him. "Morning too.." Y/n responded, his voice was deep and raspy, he simply got off and sat beside him, slapping his face softly "cmon get up"

morty groaned. "I still want to sleep." Y/n couldn't dare open his eyes once more. He was tired, but he had to wake up. "Breakfast," he simply said, trying to convince morty "cmon morty breakfast, we'll sleep again," standing up and grabbing unto the wrists of the boy he dragged him out

"let's go eat pancakes"

"Mmmfmfmf"

Laughing at morty's attempt at talking while his face was being dragged on the carpet

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

Soo, I signed up for the @mcytblrholidayexchange and my recipient was @inbetweenhours! They wanted something with the canon e1 siblings, so I wrote a short little roseblings bit. Hope you enjoy!

  Gem frowned, watching her brother try to assume a proper casting stance. She’d shown him about six times now, and he was still hunching over and planting his feet too wide. 

     “Fwhip, at least act like you pay attention to me.” She shook her head and kicked his foot until he adjusted, ignoring his dramatic sigh and eye roll. What a baby. For someone who had practically begged to learn some spells, you would think he’d try harder. 

    “I’m doing it fine! You’re just a perfectionist.” Fwhip mumbled, straightening his posture minutely. “Here, is this fine? This is fine. Teach me a spell now.” 

     Gem glanced over his stance and shrugged. “It’s good enough.” She plucked a practice wand off of her shelf and handed it over. “Here. So you don’t blow up my tower.” 

     Fwhip grinned and waved the wand in a large circle. “Me? Blowing things up? I would never.” 

     Gem resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him. She was more mature than that. Despite him being two minutes older than her, something he refuses to stop holding over her head, Gem thought herself far more developed than he was. At least she moved on from her childhood phase of drawing on the walls. Fwhip never stopped trying to just break things. 

     Despite how annoying he could be, she loved him. Go figure. 

     “Ok, I’m going to teach you a levitation spell. It’s pretty basic and shouldn’t wreck too much.” Gem held up her own staff and pointed it at a pot of flowers on her counter. “Point your wand at something you want to levitate, breathe in, imagine yourself floating, and breathe out. When you exhale, send it towards the object and your thought of floating.” 

    Fwhip was running his wand over his knuckles and looking around the room. “Sounds like a lot of thinking. Can’t I just go, you know, abracadabra and it starts flying?” He started pointing his wand at various items in her living room, making “pew-pew” sounds.

     “You can’t just–do you listen to me?” Gem sighed. “I know it’s very hard for you to have thoughts, but you could give it a go.” It could be worse, Gem told herself. She could be trying to teach something to Sausage. 

    Fwhip grinned and pointed his wand at Gem. “And you’ve got such a big hat for your giant brain, right?” He giggled as Gem glared at him. “But ok, ok, I’ll give it a go. Feel free to adjust my correct stance.” 

     Gem looked around the tower and grabbed a book out of one of her many bookcases. “Here, try with this.” She placed it on the back of the couch. “You won’t be able to do too much damage with it. I hope.”

    “You have so much faith in me.” Fwhip rolled his eyes and got himself into position. Gem, very bravely, resisted the urge to correct his stance and watched as he pointed his wand at the book and breathed in. On the exhale, he jabbed the wand forward slightly. The book floated about an inch off the couch for a moment before falling back down. 

    Gem clapped. “You did it! See, I knew you could.” 

     “Sure, sure, that’s why you kept bugging me.” Fwhip tried the spell a few more times, getting the book up to two inches up for five seconds before he gave up. “You never mentioned that it’s hard to actually do it well! Man, this is lame.”

    “Of course, because you actually have to practice it.” She reshelved her book before Fwhip subjected it to too much more. “That’s why I study so much. Maybe you’d like it too!”

     Fwhip shook his head and put the wand down. “Nah, I like alchemy and tinkering more. At least when you do it wrong, something still happens.” 

    “Like that time you set our bedroom curtains on fire?” 

     Fwhip shrugged, smiling. “Hey, at least it was kinda fun!”

    “You’re a pyromaniac and a danger to society.” Gem grinned and turned back to her kitchen. She had some food still lying around in her cabinets, she could probably throw together some lunch from it. Deciding to make noodles, she put a pot in her sink to fill it with water and began sifting through her cabinets to find something fun to put in the noodles. Some vegetables, maybe.

    “Geez, do you ever eat?” Fwhip peeked over her shoulder. “Or get more food?”

    “You’re one to talk. You’ll go without sleep for days.” She turns around to hold up a couple vegetables. “Mushrooms or spinach or both?”

    “Both, maybe.” He takes a seat at the counter. “I guess we’re just both perfectionists.” 

     “Figure that out on your own?” Gem starts the noodles boiling and pulls pans out for the other ingredients. “If you’re going to sit, help with the rest of this.” 

   “The noodles just sit there!” Fwhip groaned and hopped off his chair to dump the veggies in their pans. “It’s been a while since we’ve all cooked something together.” 

   “Wasn’t the last time when we tried to make some desserts and Sausage started crying because his pie burnt?” 

     “I thought it was when we were cooking for Winterfest and your bread rolls were still basically raw.” 

    “It was one of those times.” Gem shook some salt into the boiling water and stirred the noodles around. “Hopefully, today doesn’t end in a fire.” 

    “Might liven things up around the Crystal Cliffs.” 

    “We’ve already got dragons, which I think is pretty lively. Plus, magic is interesting! It doesn’t always cause an explosion but that doesn’t mean it’s not cool.” 

    “I know, I know.” Fwhip leans over the pan to check on the mushrooms. “You know I just love to annoy you.” 

    “I really do.” 

    They lapsed into silence, not because they couldn’t think of what to say but because nothing really needed to be said. Gem wouldn’t admit it to her brother out loud, but she really did love moments like this. Quiet times alone with family, without having to deal with the pressures and politics that come with running an empire. When they don’t have to discuss smoothing things over once again with the Codfather and his allies and she doesn’t have to constantly reign in Fwhip and Sausage’s violent urges to avoid making things ten times worse. Days like this are rare, when none of them really have anything to do and they’re able to spend an afternoon bothering each other and making lunch. Gem wouldn’t trade being Head Wizard of the Crystal Cliffs for anything, and she knows Fwhip loves being Count of the Grimlands and all the experimental freedoms it allows him. But even still, she’d like more days like this. Not that Fwhip could ever know, his ego was already massive enough, but some of Gem’s favorite days are the ones where they can just be a family.

[skeletonwithakeyboard]

A comfort ship of mine will always be ulaz and Shiro, they are my go to ship everytime for anything! Fluff? Them, angst? Them, star crossed lovers? (lol) them, soulmate au? THEM!! I could talk about them forever. With that said here are more things I like to see in uliro fics

Flirting. I wanna see them shamelessly flirt with each other, and then get annoyed when others get annoyed

Cuddles. Who doesn't wanna cuddle with a giant cat humanoid???? Ulaz looks warm and like he's nice to touch. God knows Shiro needs it.

Height difference. Not a lot of y'all use the height difference and tbh I'm ashamed. I know when ulaz is mad at Shiro he puts stuff unbelievably high, and when Shiro is mad at ulaz he'll put it in on the lowest shelf on this planet. Also do you think ulaz gets tired of bending down to kiss Shiro so sometimes he'll just pick him up to his level??

Also I think that Shiro tries to hide his feelings about ulaz cuz he doesn't think ulaz likes him back but he's also really bad at hiding it, and he wants to be close to ulaz so he ends up just always being near him like

Ulaz:

Shiro: *not even 10 centimeters away*

(Bonus if ulaz normally doesn't like people being physically to close and will move away from anyone else but Shiro)

Meanwhile ulaz knows that Shiro likes him(good cuz him too) and will flirt with him sometimes but doesn't want to make Shiro uncomfortable just in case he's reading him wrong so he doesn't say anything. But he's also really bad at pretending so it's just like

Shiro: *literally doing anything*

Ulaz: you're the one person in the universe keeping my hope for such compassion and beauty in the world alive

Shiro:(trying his hardest to see this as platonic) thank you your so nice

(The rest of the team is literally banging their heads in the wall cuz HOW ARE THEY SOO OBLIVIOUS????)

[smokechef-vince]

Heeyyyyy... chef. soo funny story I was looking fown in the back of the freezer, yknow cleaning stuff out and uhm I found a dress? its , ,, uhm completely ruined, stained with all the blood that drained from the top shelf.. uhh

So you want me to throw this out right?

(why the hell is there a dress back there, chef's terrible with women????)

-Minimum Wage Anon

Burn it.

We don’t need that anywhere.

People will get the wrong idea.

[gelbekritzelei]

i talked to someone yesterday who is currently in the middle of a doll collection frenzy similar to what it was like for me a couple years ago haha

and it kinda reignited my love for dolls again (don't get me wrong, i've never not loved them, but since i've been strapped for cash for a while among other things i've kinda been out of the game)

and i just spent some time really like, looking at my collection again and not only am i still so fond of all of them, i'm also gagging choking about how many hits monster high (among others) had. like i'm literally slowly walking past my shelf like omg this one is so good omg this one is so good omg this one is s-

so wish me luck that i'll find another job soon bc the person also made me aware that mh gen3 is popping up in our country soo....

[kaoarika]

Co-related to the other post is the fact that I think one of the things that I came with today is some frustration I have.

(kinda gets personal, sorry)

I don’t think this is my first time writing about this, but one of the frustrating things at my age (now in my early 30s) is the fact that I don’t have friends IRL to be silly with, even if it is to discuss my dumb grievances of my silly boring daily life with them.

It’s not like I thought my late 20s or early 30s to be fairly exciting, but I also didn’t expect everything come off like this and I feel like I’m getting worse with my introverted nature these days.

My psychologist recently asked me if I thought the pandemic was sort of a bless and about me being “isolated” at home and all I could respond was “no”, even though I didnt’ have much time to elaborate on why (although to be fair, it was mostly about the whole working environment and what not... but, let’s be real... socializing in a work environment at least is something, I guess, or so I think).

I really wish I had more friends around my age, that kinda understand me and I wish I had someone else to be silly with (I only have my brother, and, I do understand where he goes with me being kinda annoying from time to time, but... we are siblings, that’s how siblings are and do).

It was... quite embarrassing how introverted I was feeling when I went out and bought manga. At my age. Understandable if I was a teenager (and I did so when I was a teen!)... but not 15 years later???? I was kinda envious of the few ppl going in the shop with their friends or partners and them talking about the series they liked an so and so... and there was me, staring at these shelf thinking in what I really wanted to buy although I was so on on my whole “you already know what you want to buy” kind of deal, but I felt so awkward... and bad about it...

I know it’s not wrong to not do small talk with the clerks and what not... but there was a part of me that wish I did. I am not sure if it was just me craving from some social interaction with someone else... or what, really. I felt... so out of place and lonely (I also should have asked about the box, *kicking myself*) in some way, even if I know I’m not exactly “hip” with whatever is “in” these days, lol.

I just... felt too embarrassed... and I was soo frustrated about it as a whole.

I just wish making friends at my age was easier. I think that was one of those things I was expecting from working again on field back when I decided it was one of my goals on 2020, but growing frustrated (as well) of my career choice due to lots of personal reasons besides the obvious of what happened then, truly made me socially inept, too, ig.

I’m really looking for a chance to give this a 180° turn, tbh... but it’s also not really quick, either.

It also makes me sad, who am I kidding, lol.

(I don’t complain much about my yo/ga classes, since I know that one of the reasons I got in there was much about talking or doing smth else with other ppl that wasn’t my family and doing so outside my house... but aside from that, and while I am friendly with them... it’s not the same because I feel like I’m being “friends” with ladies that are around my mom’s age -or older than her- in general. Not a complaint, per se... but it’s not the same. The few younger ones around my age sometimes go there in days I don’t frequent to go, so, yeah).

[keeryparadise]

Front-Seat Driver || K.K.

[ ❥ ] PAIRING: Kurt Kunkle x fem!Reader

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[ ❥ ] SYNOPSIS: You have a blind date tonight, but on your way there, your Spree driver decides he has other plans. (PWP)

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[ ❥ ] WORD COUNT: 2.6k

[ ❥ ] WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, PWP, swearing, kidnapping, almost murder, erotophonophilia (murder kink), dacryphilia (crying kink), p in v sex, sex-tape/recording sex, manipulation??, f oral sex, masturbation, fingering.

[ ❥ ] INCLUDES: Way too much exposition skip skip skip no one cares, psycho!Kurt, dom!Kurt, sub!Reader, Kurt slurping up your tears yum yum, Kurt slurping up a lot of your body fluids in fact, Kurt weirdly being an experienced sex God??,

[ ❥ ] REQUESTED: No

[ ❥ ] NOTES: Here’s a scrap fic I decided to finish so I have more than one thing posted on here (unedited btw i'm so tired). Kurt isn’t SAing you in this btw,, also sorry I was inactive for forever my computer #broke so I couldn't write for weeks ❤

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Air blows softly from your fan, a slow buzz coming from the corner of your room where the fan sits. A citrus candle melts slowly on a shelf, the flicking flame visible in the corner of your eye.

You look at yourself in the mirror, checking if everything was perfect. Is my hair good enough? Is my makeup smudged? Does this outfit look weird? I think I need more perfume. I’ll spray some more.

You wait nervously for your Spree to arrive, fidgeting with your hair with clammy hands. You bite at some loose skin on your lip and feel yourself holding a breath. You haven’t been on a date in almost a year now, and the fact that it was a blind date didn’t make it any better. Why did you agree to this?

You fidget with your hands, pacing around the room quickly, trying to calm your nerves. You think of all the possible ways this could go wrong. There were a lot of ways.

You hear a horn honk from outside your house. Your Spree is here.

You run to grab your phone and purse and shake the last of your nerves off. You blow out your candle and click the fan off, before starting downstairs. The tap of your heels on the tile floor as you approach the kitchen stress you out. You drink a glass of water, take a deep breath, and leave your house before your Spree cancels.

A light gray car sits idly on your driveway. The blackout windows keep you from seeing who was inside, leaving you a little on edge. The app says his name is Kurt. Your hands fidget as you slowly step toward the car’s back door. You swallow deeply before opening the door.

“Kurt?” you ask. You stand outside the car holding the door open as you await a reply.

You crouch down a little to get a look at his face as he turns around to look at you. With a smile, he speaks, “Yep! I’m Kurt from KurtsWorld96, you probably know me.”

The first thing you notice about him is his unique smile. His eyes and his nose scrunch up and his chin tips up slightly. It was like a little kid’s smile. He has a little kid’s haircut too. It’s shaggy and brown and has uneven bangs.

You furrow your brows as you step hesitantly into his car. You notice cameras on every window.

“I hope you don’t mind the cameras.” He straightens his posture, looking behind him to reverse his car out of your driveway, “I need them for safety reasons. Go ahead and take a bottle of water and relax.”

“I-I’m good,” you stammer. He lets out an exasperated sigh in response.

A few minutes of silence go by of you fidgeting and sweating in the backseat of his car. I don’t think I’ve been nervous like this in a while. Is it hot in here?

His cheery voice interrupts the silence, “Soo… where are you going? Like, I know you’re going to a restaurant, but what are you doing there?” He stammers nervously. You see his thumb start to caress the steering wheel slowly.

“My friend set me up on a blind date.” You start to rub the back of your neck, “I haven’t even been on a normal date in over a year, so I’m super nervous.”

You see the driver’s eyebrow twitch slightly in his mirror, “Well I’m glad you didn’t drink that water then, because I’m also supposed to go on a blind date at that restaurant tonight.”

He’s glad I didn’t drink the water? What?

“I guess it’s a not-so-blind date now.” He chuckles nervously, gripping his steering wheel tightly.

“Yeah.” You fake out a laugh.

I can’t believe this guy is my blind date. He’s so… weird.

You sit in silence for the rest of the drive. A thick and uncomfortable silence. The kind of silence that you know you both can feel. It was the longest three minutes of your life.

Kurt speeds past the restaurant the two of you were supposed to meet at.

“Kurt? You just passed the restaurant.”

Kurt gives you a look in his mirror, “I know.”

He presses his foot harder on the gas pedal, and you push back in your seat slightly.

“Kurt, where are we going?” Your knee bounces as you try to study your surroundings through the night’s dark filter.

He tilts his head to the right, “I thought maybe we could go somewhere else instead. Fancy restaurants aren’t really my thing.” He gives the camera a look.

You scoff, “I haven’t eaten since breakfast, Kurt please turn back.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you ramen or something.” He gives another look to the camera.

Your face contorts into a confused mess, “Are we going to your house?”

He looks at you again through the mirror, “Yeah obviously, where else would I be taking you?” He rolls his eyes and puts them back on the road.

You kick his seat in frustration, “I don’t know, a park, or maybe the restaurant we were planning to go to in the first place?”

He rolls his eyes, “Just relax, we aren’t even that far from my house now.”

You sit back in your seat, defeated and arms crossed. It’s useless to argue with him now, this man is clearly insane.

After a few more miles, he pulls into his driveway and puts the car in park. He takes his keys out of the ignition and turns around to look at you, “We’re here.” He smiles his stupid little boy smile. He turns back around and grabs his phone from its holder. He opens his car door and steps out, walking up to your door and opening it too, “After you,” he sings sarcastically, waving his arm in a polite way.

You sit still with your arms crossed, refusing to move.

Kurt rolls his eyes, “Come on, get out of the car.”

“No.”

He moves closer to you, reaching his arm over your chest to find the seatbelt, “Come on-”

You push his arms away from you, “No, I’m not getting out!”

He insists, reaching again for the seatbelt, fighting you to get it off. The seat belt clicks, and he starts pulling you out of the car.

“No!” you yell, “Let go of me!”

He’s surprisingly strong and manages to pull you out of the car. You hit your head on the concrete, hard, and you barely have enough time to recover before he picks you up bridal style.

He moves toward the front door with you in his arms and spends a solid minute trying to unlock it without setting you down. He pushes his front door open and carries you to his room. You lay helplessly in his arms, barely conscious.

You hate to admit it, but this is something you’ve fantasized about over and over. Your weird obsession with psychotic characters has corrupted how you think, and you feel almost turned on by this.

“Kurt,” you mutter under your breath, “Kurt, where are we?”

He sets you gently on his bed and kneels next to your helpless body, “We’re in my room.” You see what you think is a smile creep onto his face.

He stands up and walks toward a tripod set up in the center of the room. He places his phone in it and rambles to the camera.

He looks back at you and starts to walk over. He kneels next to his bed to look at you and places a gentle hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb, “You’re so beautiful.” He brushes your hair off of your forehead and presses a kiss to it. He gives you a different smile than usual. A smile with eyes coated in intimacy and eyebrows pressed together with desire. Nothing like that little boy smile you thought was so unique.

He studies you through narrow lids, his hand moving from your cheeks to the deep indent in your waist. The sudden heat on that sensitive spot sends a shock down your legs, and you let out a soft whimper. You squeeze your legs closer together at the sudden heat forming in your pants. Kurt notices, shifting his gaze to your lower half. He looks up at his ceiling, chewing on his lip.

“I was going to kill you,” he looks back down at your face and looks you in your eyes, “but that was before I knew I could make use of you.”

You turn away from him and bury your face in his sheets, letting out a quiet whimper. A single tear leaves your eye and absorbs into the fabric.

Kurt shushes you and caresses the top of your head with his hand. He plants a small kiss on the top of your head and grabs your face violently, that action directly contrasting his gentle kiss. He forces you to look at him in his eyes. You feel another tear forming in the corner of your eye. It falls slowly down your cheek, and Kurt sticks his tongue out to lick it away.

“Salty,” he purrs.

A sudden need for him washes over you, your clit tingling at the thought of your walls wrapped warmly around his erection. You barely even know the guy, but somehow he’s got you wrapped tightly around his finger.

“Fuck me, Kurt,” you whisper in a low, raspy tone.

Kurt flinches backward slightly at your sudden submission and smiles. His hand travels down your stomach and into the opening of your skirt. Two of his fingers slowly massage your clit on top of your panties. You bite back a moan and throw your head back slightly into his pillows. His fingers push their way under the hem of your panties and slowly press themselves through your entrance. A soft moan manages to escape your lips.

“Like that?” he breathes.

You nod shakily and practically beg him on top of you with your eyes. You grab onto his shoulder for support and grind into his curling fingers, pushing yourself in and out hungrily. Breathy moans escape your mouth every time you feel the shockwaves from Kurt’s fingertips curling inside your walls.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and you give him a quiet whimper. He pushes you away and stands up, sucking your juices off of his fingers.

“You taste so good,” he coos.

You stare up at Kurt and watch him take his shirt off, throwing it carelessly across the room. He steps back toward his bed and mounts himself on top of you, his legs on either side of your hips and his arms pinning your wrists to the mattress.

Kurt presses your lips together softly. He quickly pulls away, leaving you leaning in, begging for more. Kurt starts moving his lips down your body. He sucks the teary flavor from your cheeks and leaves dark hickies along your neck and collarbone. He pulls your shirt down and sucks on each breast hard. His tongue swirls around each nipple, the wet warmth of his mouth sending a twitch to your legs. Each breast is left with a dark magenta spot where his mouth had just been. He leaves gentle kisses down your stomach and stops at the hem of your skirt.

Kurt flips your skirt up and kisses each of your thighs. You push your hips up slightly, and he kisses the wet spot on your panties. A gentle finger caresses your clit, teasing you.

He slides your panties off your body and sets each of your legs on his shoulders to get perfect access to his meal. He flicks the tip of his tongue teasingly on your clit, causing you to flinch. He licked his lips and soon Kurt had his face buried between your thighs. 

His tongue made laps around your entrance, going in and out slowly. He flicked at your clit causing you to moan his name every time. He kissed and sucked at the fleshy pink and slurped at your juices. Your back arched every time he found your sweet spot, and eventually, he was only going over that spot. Shockwaves sent down your thighs causing you to press your hips closer into his face.

Kurt stops with one last kiss on your clit and crawls back up to your face. He presses his lips onto yours and lets you taste yourself in his mouth. He starts grinding his hips into your body, and you quickly attempt to pull off his belt. You throw his belt across the room and tear off his jeans. Kurt slides his boxers off and frees his growing erection, precum already shining on the tip. You grab his dick and start slowly pumping. Kurt groans into your mouth, sending vibrations down your throat.

“Oh God, please just put it in,” you beg breathlessly. You let go of his cock, and he slowly presses himself through your entrance.

You let out a breathy moan at the first insertion, and he starts slowly setting a pace. You feel yourself sinking into his cock. You bang your hips together and you moan Kurt’s name every time he finds your g-spot. Your nails dig into his back, and you pull his hips down harder, swearing and moaning his name desperately.

The both of you are panting and whining by the time he says he’s close.

“Oh god, baby I think I’m close,” he moans, “F-fuck. Keep going, just like that.” He stammers and stutters, barely able to form sentences.

“Me too baby, keep going, please.” You desperately try to press him into you deeper each time, but his thrusts are getting sloppy. Your wetness squelches every time he sinks his dick into you. 

“F-fuuck, that’s it,” he cries out, his chest heaving heavily, “Oh my god, I’m about to cum.”

He thrusts faster and faster, getting closer every time. You feel the tingle crawling up your thighs, signaling you’re close.

You throw your head back into the pillows, craving the sweet release. His last thrust hit the spot perfectly, and you’re engulfed in an all-consuming orgasm, your entire vision going white and your vocal cords almost bursting from your last moan.

You feel Kurt’s warm cum fill you up, and the moan he lets out nearly gives you a second orgasm.

His muscles barely hold him up over your body and you can see sweat daring to drip off his chin and splatter on your chest. One does manage to drip off and land right in your cleavage. It almost burns.

He pants heavily over you, not daring to make eye contact. You see strands of hair stuck to his forehead and you push them away revealing his eyes. He fixes his gaze on you, his pupils dilating entirely, and he presses himself into you giving you a sloppy kiss.

He pulls away and lets his head dangle, a hot breath finding its way on your neck. “Fuck, that was good,” he rasped. You manage a weak hum in response.

He slowly slides himself out of you. He can barely balance himself as he stands up and hobbles weakly to his camera. You hear him speak to his audience, but it’s all muffled. Your head still hurts and you’re still experiencing the after-shock of it all.

Kurt turns his camera off and stands over you.

“Want a water?” He asks.

“What?”

“You look exhausted, do you want some water.”

“Okay, sure.”

He goes to the other side of his room and retrieves a bottle of water from a corner of his room. He hands it to you and you drink it slowly.

Huh, it tastes kind of funny.

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[ ❥ ] ~ KEERY PARADISE

[planetatlas]

~ Cast Away ~ bill cipher.

Summary: After a party gone wrong, you end up casted out of Gravity Falls. Bill appears to put you back on your feet and claims what is his.

Content: Kidnapping, framed drugging, mob chase.

Everything was going great. The party at the Mystery Shack was in full swing, everyone was dancing the night away. Even Grunkle Stan was able to let loose for once, dancing with Lazy Susan on the dance floor. You watched from the balcony peacefully, sipping on punch from your red solo cup. That is, until everything started to get slightly blurry, you started feeling sick, and ran to the bathroom.

You emptied your stomach for a while, coming out of the bathroom feeling much less woozy ten minutes later. Going back out on the balcony, you saw everyone going crazy. People were throwing up, passing out, and getting uncharacteristically violent. You’ve lived in Gravity Falls since you were ten, moving into the Mystery Shack when you were twenty and working for Stan since. In that time, you’ve never known any of these people to be violent, save for Dan who wasn’t so much violent as clumsily destructive. But here you stood, watching everyone who hadn’t passed out or gone home from being sick fighting like it was a fight to the death.

Terrified, you ran to your room down the hall from the twins’ room and hid until you passed out from crying. The next morning, you awoke to Stan screaming at everyone to get downstairs.

Blubbs and Deputy Durland standing next to the almost empty punch bowl, looking disappointed and angry. You stood in a line with the twins, who looked as if they’d been awoken the same way, Wendy, and Soos. Blubbs began speaking, So we investigated the party this morning after everyone went crazy last night. We found the punch had been spiked, which is what caused everyone to go nuts.” “What was in the punch?” asked Mabel, terrified and clutching onto Dipper’s arm for support. “We found traces of ecstasy and shrooms, and everyone had consumed too much of the spiked punch which made everyone either get severely sick or go into violent rages,” Blubbs explained while Durland cheered, “The punch was spiked with mushrooms!”, earning him a soft par on the back from Blubbs.

“What I want to know is who spiked the punch, and we’re starting with you guys since you set up the party. We’ll be checking everyone’s rooms, then when everyone here has been cleared we’ll expand to the other citizens of town,” Stan elaborated with a deep sigh of concern.

“That’s crazy, none of us would have done it! We would’ve noticed, and it didn’t kick in until the party was well under way!” Dipper cried with indignation. Blubbs looked to Dipper with pity, “Sorry kids, that’s how official police investigations proceed.”

With that, Stan, Blubbs, and Durland proceeded to the attic, going into the twins’ room with the rest of you following. You had stayed silent in shock and concern, until Wendy patted you on the back, “It’ll be okay dude, don’t worry. They’ll find who did this,” You nodded at her, feeling a little more comforted. The officers spent twenty minutes searching the twins’s large attic room, finding nothing which caused the twins to breathe sighs of relief. Everyone then moved onto your room, and you thought to yourself on how pointless this was. You definitely didn’t do it, and the twins obviously didn’t do it either. It was clear Stan didn’t do it, as he drank a considerable amount of punch himself. If any of you had truly done it, the perpetrator wouldn’t have drank any of it.

Blubbs and Durland began searching through your room. There was nothing out of the ordinary, and they were about to give a clear to move onto Wendy’s house, when Blubbs suddenly turned towards the closet. He moved to reach for the top shelf, which Stan aided him because of his height.

You were confused, you didn’t hold anything on the top shelf of your closet, you couldn’t even reach up there yourself. After a minute of grabbing around, Stan yanked down a bag. A bag full of shrooms and another of ecstasy. “(Y/N), what the hell is this?” He turned to you angrily, holding the bags up while everyone turned to you in shock and accusation. You were shell-shocked, how on Earth did that get up there?

You had never done drugs in your life, you didn’t even know where to get them! You stared in surprise and confusion until Blubbs cleared his throat, “This breaks my heart to say, as you’re such a wonderful young woman, but (Y/N), it seems that you were the one who spiked the punch and caused everyone to consume dangerous levels of illegal drugs. I’m going to have to bring you to the station for questioning.”

With that, you were out in handcuffs and taken out to the police car. You were so stunned that you didn’t react to anything until you were placed in the car. You looked out the window as the officers climbed in the front seats, and stared into the disappointed, shocked, angry faces of the people you had grown to see as family. You simply placed your hand on the glass and stared after them as you were driven off to the police station.

~~~

You’d been sitting in a holding cell for around twenty minutes when you heard a guard approach with keys and handcuffs. You look up and meet eyes with the kid you used to babysit, Thompson. “Thompson! Please, you have to understand, I didn’t do anything, I-“ “Sorry (Y/N), there’s nothing I can do about this. But, for what it’s worth, I believe you.” You gave him a sad smile, at least someone believed you were innocent despite the solid evidence.

You were brought to an interrogation room and sat in front of Sheriff Blubbs. You’re handcuffed to the table as he clicks the record button on a recording machine, and clears his throat. “(Y/N), I’ve known you since you were a child, and it’s painfully hard for me to believe this. However, you have overwhelming evidence against you. I’m going to ask a few questions regarding the situation. Do you agree to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?” “Yes sir,” you said in compliance. If I’m cooperative and go along with it, maybe my good behavior will help me convince them, or at least lessen the punishment, you thought to yourself as you tried to think of a way out.

“Okay, my first question is what were you doing when setting up for the party?” “I put up the decorations with Soos.” “Who made the punch?” “Dipper and Mabel, sir.” “Alright, where did you get the drugs?” You blinked in slight surprise before answering, “I didn’t get the drugs sir. I don’t know where they came from, I’ve never done or bought drugs before.” “Then how did they get to the top of your closet?” “I don’t know sir, I can’t reach the top of my closet.” He sighed in disappointment before continuing, “(Y/N), we found a step ladder in the bottom of your closet as well.”

At that you were confused. You had never used a step ladder before, Soos put up all of the high up decorations while you set up the tables and dj booth. You stared at the table, wondering just how exactly these items came to appear in your closet, and could not come to a conclusion. No one had been in your room that night besides you, as far as you knew, and you didn’t think to check the top shelf of the closet because you couldn’t reach up there anyway, so why would you check? Blubbs sighed, before coming up with a less painful solution that he knew you’d be able to fulfill. However, he also feared the public backlash you may receive upon news that you were the one being charged with drugging everyone in town.

He cleared his throat before speaking, “Okay kid, I may be able to just have your sentence reduced to community service, so you won’t have to go to prison, because it’s clear as day that even though those items were in your closet, you have no idea what’s going on. I can’t say I can keep the citizens at bay, however,” he finished while giving you a pitying and concerned look.

You breathed out in relief, you could handle community service surely? At least you weren’t going to prison for something you were being framed for. You paused at that thought, wait a minute you were being framed! It shook you to your core that someone would frame you for such a disaster, however you couldn’t do anything except take the punishment. You smiled weakly at him before nodding in agreement, and you were taken back to your holding cell.

~~~

You awoke the next Monday, slightly anxious but ready to get your sentence over with. It would last around two months, which wasn’t nearly what you were expecting so you thanked Sheriff Blubbs in your head repeatedly.

You ventured out to the park, where Blubbs and Durland were waiting with a shovel, surrounded by 15 young trees. “For your first act of service, you’ll be planting these trees around the park. We’ve already marked the locations with an X, but since this is a legal sentencing and is supposed to act as punishment, you’ll be doing it by yourself. The shoveling, the lifting, the planting, everything. Good luck kid, and whenever you finish whether that be today or Friday, just come to the station and we’ll assign you your next job.” They nodded at you then left after handing off the shovel.

~~~

You’d been working hours, digging, lifting the trees, planting them in the ground, watering them, the whole nine yards. It was approaching 6 PM, and you had only gotten through three trees. Well, at least I managed to get through more than one, you thought to yourself in pride at your work.

Around the time you finished the third tree, however, you noticed a large crowd of the town citizens gathered across the street from the park you were working in. You noticed them trickling in and slowly forming a crowd throughout the day, but you didn’t pay much mind to it, until now. You noticed they were all staring at you. Your eyes wandered over the crowd, finally taking notice of the various mob weapons they held in their hands.

As the puzzle pieces clicked together in your head, you slowly started backing away towards the forest, and the crowd began following after you. You turned and sprinted into the treeline, the mob following. You managed to lose them after a while of running, ducking, dodging, and hiding. You slowed to a stop in the middle of a clearing. You crumpled to your knees in despair and utter defeat, devastated that the town you grew up in would outcast you and chase you away like that.

~~~

Hours passed with you in a pile of tears on the forest floor, not knowing what to do with yourself. You knew you couldn’t go back to Gravity Falls, you would get chased out again. You had become a social pariah at this point.

In the midst of another bout of tears and frantic whispers, you heard a soothing voice calling out to you. Looking up from your hands, you were met with the triangle of chaos himself, Bill Cipher. You froze, confused as to why he had chosen to appear to you of all people, and why he seemed so…sincere? He looked at you, concern and pity in his glowing eye. This was extremely out of character for him, and you were worried that it was a show so he could take advantage of your broken state.

“That’s a little rude coming from someone who was just run out of their hometown,” he exclaimed, sass and mock hurt shining through his words. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re evil and you usually take advantage of people like me for your own gain and usually don’t show concern for anyone except yourself,” you deadpanned while staring at him as if he had said the dumbest thing on Earth.

“Okay, okay, I get it, I usually don’t play the nice guy, but I’ve taken a liking to you, you aren’t as dislikable as the twins but also not as manipulable as them either.” You stared at him blankly, wondering whether or not to take it as a compliment. “It is a compliment so take it.” he said, a little forcefully before catching himself and settling back into his concerned look.

The slip-up only made you grow more apprehensive, before exhaustion and desperation caused you to give in, slumping into him and finding him to be sturdier than originally thought. For a 2-D floating demonic triangle who didn’t have a physical form, he was surprisingly solid and didn’t even tip back when you laid against his form. He comforted you until your fatigue caught up to you, falling asleep in minutes. He sat there with you against him while smoothing your hair back, content with you finally falling asleep.

Content with finally having you in his grasp, he didn't plan on letting you go as everything had gone according to plan. He picked you up and faded from reality into the astral dimension, taking you to the godforsaken pyramid he would soon terrorize Gravity Falls with.

The shift had disturbed you, and when you awoke you were scared and confused as to what was happening until you realized you were with Cipher. You apologized if you had been any trouble, your good hearted nature taking over you and making you feel like a burden even to a dream demon, however he reassured you and promised you weren’t. “I will make sure Gravity Falls doesn’t mess with you again. You’ll be able to return home soon, don’t worry.”

Little did you know that Bill was actually the one who drugged everyone and caused the town to outcast you so he could safely get to you, and you’d be returning to Gravity Falls as his Queen of Chaos whether you liked it or not. But you didn’t need to know that last small detail.

A/N: Second fic!! Let me know what you think, and let me know if there’s a character I should do next.

[innerunderrain]

I really love that babysitter post!! 😍😍 I can just imagine him secretly cooing from behind the camera as he watches MC playing with Teucer. Oh, but it seems that the masterlist doesn't work? I'd like to read more of your stories 💖💖

Monitors [Modern! Yan.Childe x Babysitter! Fem.Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, abuse of electronic monitors, creepy Childe, non-consensual photos and recordings of the reader, collecting the reader's hair, manipulative Childe, dishonesty and implied NSFW themes if you squint!

Note: Thank you soo much!! He'll definitely be the type of person to watch you the entire day instead of doing the actual work his co-workers always asking him what he's doing, only to have him grin and reply with 'nothing.' As for my masterlist, is it the link to the blog that's not working or is it like the link of the individual story??? Please let me know!

Word count: 683

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A rational part of Childe's mind recognised that this was wrong.

However, how could he refuse? You're simply so cute playing games with Teucer; he rarely gets to experience that aspect of you since you're always so shy and awkward around him. But don't worry, you'll improve; you simply require a little more time. Childe is a patient man who won't challenge you, but it doesn't mean he won't do things to obtain your affection.

He chuckled as he watched you grapple with Mr. Cyclops, which prompted Teucer to grin before seizing the figurine out of your hands.

As you two went on to play board games, Teucer emphasized that you should both enjoy yourselves rather than just him. What a nice kid, Childe was pleased to have Teucer as a brother since he's such a good lad to you, making you want to stay longer within him.

Childe watched as you entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to retrieve an orange juice container since Teucer appeared to have developed a slight thirst.

Should he go to the store to get more juice? Or should he provide you a reason to bring him along when you go to buy it?

He'll think about it later.

Childe's eyes narrow as he watches you creep over the countertop to retrieve a plastic cup, the hem of your blouse lifting to expose your midriff. Perhaps it was the correct decision to place all of Teucer's dining utensils on the top shelf, adamantly stating that he did not want Teucer to try to reach for them in the middle of the night, since the young boy had a habit of snacking at night. You finally succeed in reaching the cup after a brief period of battle, leaping in joy and grinning gloriously.

So adorable.

Before heading back to the living room, you filled the plastic cup with orange juice but not before looking up into the nanny cam. Inquisitive of the camera, you waved toward it before fleeing and mumbling, "Why did I do that?" as a reddish colour swept across your cheeks prompting Childe's smile to broaden.

He was pleased that the nanny cam could show him a side of you that he had never seen before; sometimes, he would see you muttering to yourself as you struggled to patch up Teucer's toys only to whine in exasperation. Other times, you'd hum loudly in the kitchen while preparing a snack for his brother, your heavenly voice thrumming through the monitor as he made sure to preserve the recording permanently.

Furthermore, he's the kind of person who will tell you that you have to stay a little bit longer since his meeting won't end for another two hours and that it's okay to go to sleep once you've put Teucer to bed.

He lied, of course. There is no meeting.

He merely stated that to get an opportunity to gawk at your drowsy face while making sure to take some pictures for later use, though he won't say exactly what he plans to do with them. Nevertheless, I'm sure you can guess. He would return home after a short wait and gently pat you on the head to tell you it was time to wake up and he would drive you home. Sometime he would gather loose hair from the sofa you rested on and hide them in a clear plastic bag in his room since he liked to always carry a little piece of you with him.

Isn't he such a thoughtful man? Offering to drive you home to keep you from wandering late at night, and always bringing you a piece everywhere he went.

It's a dangerous world we live in.

You ought to be careful not to trust strangers too much, even if it's him.You never know, one day you might awake in the trunk of his car instead of your own bed.