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bitchesuntitled · 8 months ago

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Goober

Summary: On a stormy night, a dog makes a dash for the garage. Frankie is insistent, like all dad's, they are not keeping that damn dog.

Warnings: Cussing, fluff, puppy madness, Nora seems to need her own warning in this fic cause she is sassy!

A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Another installment of the Parents to Lovers AU! Thank you so much @noxturnalpascal for betaing for me ❤️❤️ @jay-zzle, my side kick for all these stories, my personal moodboard maker, one of my best friends that I would have never even met without Pedro Pascal existing, once again thank you for making the moodboard AND the other thing(wait til y'all get to the end)

Masterlist||AO3||Parents to Lovers

divider provided by @saradika-graphics

The thunder was getting closer and closer. You can smell the incoming rain on the air as you close the kitchen window.

“Girls!” You shout, approaching the living room doorway “Did you remember to bring your bikes in the garage?”

“I did!” Missy says quickly, returning to the game on her tablet.

“Uhh…” Nora hesitates, fingers fidgeting against her own tablet, “I forgot.”

“Nora! How many times have we talked about this?”

“Sorry,” she shrugs, “I just forgot.”

You groan, putting your shoes on and making your way to the garage. Frankie won’t be home for another hour or else you’d send him outside to get the bike. Opening the garage door you see the rain already starting to come down in sheets. Thankfully, Nora’s bike isn’t that far from the open door, but running towards it you see something dash past you into the garage.

“Fuck,” you mutter, grabbing the bike and wheeling it into the garage, “Now I get to deal with whatever creature decided to run into here for shelter from the storm. Thanks Nora, you’re the best!”

A clap of thunder sounds just then, causing you to jump, and you hear a whimper at the edge of the room. You reach for the switch on the wall and when the overhead lights come on you see a dog huddled in the corner.

“Hey little baby,” you say sweetly, crouching down and stretching out your hand, “It’s just a little thunder, nothing to be scared about.”

The dog slowly begins to move closer to your outstretched hand. You notice the floppy ears, short legs and long body. Another clap of thunder and the thing darts over, shaking and whimpering.

“Hi there,” you coo, “Let's get you some place warm and dry, huh? That sound good?”

The dog’s tail starts to wag a little as you continue talking to it, grabbing a towel as you begin to attempt to dry the dog off.

“Are we a boy or a girl?” You ask, lifting a leg to check, “Congrats! It’s a girl!” You say to no one but yourself.

The dog begins licking your face as you wipe her paws more to get the mud off.

“Aww, you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you?” You coo, as the dog continues to lick your face, “Yes, yes you are! Okay, I think we’re good to go inside now.”

You gently scoop the dog up in the towel and carry her inside, bringing her into the living room.

“Is that what I think it is?!” Nora shrieks, smacking Missy��s arm to get her attention from her tablet.

“Hey, calm down, she doesn’t like loud noises,” you explain, “This little girl ran into the garage because of the storm.”

“She’s so cute!” Missy excitedly whispers, “Does she have a name?”

“Well I don’t see a collar so I don’t know,” you say, placing the dog in the middle of the living room.

The dog’s tail begins to wag harder when the girls slowly slide off the couch to approach her, and you notice her peeing on the carpet.

“Shit,” you hiss, quickly going to the laundry room for a towel, laying it on the carpet to soak up the mess. She’s much more enthusiastic seeing the girls than she was seeing you. You sit on the couch watching the girls interact with the puppy.

“Hi,” Missy whispers, reaching her hand out for the dog to sniff, “You’re very pretty.”

“Yes,” Nora agrees, stretching her arm out, “Pretty and smooshy!”

The dog eats up the attention stretching out on the floor to show her chest and belly. Missy and Nora begin petting her, taking turns rubbing her tummy and scratching behind her ears.

“Momma, what kind of dog is she?” Nora asks, looking at you.

“It looks like she’s what’s called a basset hound,” you grin. You’d always wanted one growing up and thought that whoever owned this girl was the luckiest person in the world. You needed to call Frankie before he got home, that way he could maybe stop somewhere to get a collar, leash, and dog food. You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on his contact info.

“Hey babe,” he sighed, “Think we’re almost done here and then I’ll be home.”

“So,” you say, getting up and walking to the kitchen so the girls wouldn’t hear, “I need you to do something for me before you come home.”

“What kind of ice cream do you want now?” He laughs.

“It’s not a craving this time,” you whisper into the phone, hand rubbing across your barely there bump, that news you hadn’t shared yet with the girls, “Not a bad idea though, Ben and Jerry’s Salted Caramel.”

“Sure thing,” he says, “I’ll be sure to ge—“

“No babe,” you interrupt, “Seriously that’s not what I was calling about. I need you to get some puppy food, a leash, and a collar.”

“Do what now?”

“Puppy food, a leash and a collar,” you repeat, “and the Ben and Jerry’s! I’ll text you what I said, love you, bye!” You say quickly before hanging up and texting him the list. Your phone pings a second later.

Frankie: What the fuck?!

—

“Babe,” Frankie shouts, entering the kitchen, “I got the st—“

The dog ran into the kitchen, looking up at Frankie, giving a single bark.

“Well, hello,” he says, dropping the small bag of dog food on the table, hesitantly the dog inches closer to Frankie, tail tucked between her legs, sniffing his boot.

“Dad, look!” Missy says, pointing at the dog.

“I see,” Frankie says, eyebrows raised.

“Can we keep her?!” Nora asks, bouncing from foot to foot.

“Absolutely not!” Frankie says, putting his hands on his hips, “She looks pretty young, probably has a family around here somewhere.”

“Obviously they don’t care about her though,” Nora argues, “They left her out in a storm!”

“Yeah,” Missy agrees, nodding her head, “That’s just mean to do to a baby dog!”

“Now, now girls,” you say, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, “Sometimes dogs get loose when they’re scared and just run off.”

“We’ll make some flyers and post them around the neighborhood,” Frankie says, “Until we can find the owners we’ll make sure the little thing’s fed and taken care of.”

“She’s not just a thing, Frankie,” Nora grumbles, stomping past you to the living room, the dog and Missy following right behind her.

Frankie takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. You walk towards him, grabbing him around his waist and pulling him close, breathing him in.

“It’s gonna be okay,” you whisper into his neck, placing a small kiss there.

“Why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn like her momma?” Frankie hums, grabbing a handful of your ass.

“Everyone says she looks like her dad so guess that means she has to have my attitude,” you say, shrugging your shoulders with a laugh.

—

“Are you sure we can’t just keep her?” Missy asks while you’re stapling one of the flyers to a pole.

It’s been a couple days since the dog arrived. You’d gotten the flyers made and now you were all walking around the area with the dog and posting them up in numerous places. You’d already hit every business downtown that you could. Now it was time to hit the neighborhoods around you.

“I’m sure,” Frankie said in a stern tone, “We are not keeping her.”

“But I already picked out a name,” Nora pipes up, flicking the leash lightly in her hands like a whip, “Goober!”

“Nora don’t do that with the leash,” you say, “You could hurt her.”

“Don’t name her!” Frankie groans, “She’s not our dog!”

“Why Goober?” Missy laughs, as you all continue to walk.

“Well,” Nora says, looking down at the dog who cocks her head to the side like she was waiting for the answer as well, “Just look at her! Mom always says I’m a goober when I do something funny and she just looks funny!”

“I like it,” Missy says with a small smile.

“No,” Frankie said, “Her name is not Goober.”

The dog barks, ears perked up, wagging her tail, and looking directly at Frankie.

“Oh,” you laugh, “Babe, I think she just told you you’re wrong and that her name is, in fact, Goober.”

“Stop it,” he says, pointing at you before hanging up another one of the flyers.

—

“Would it be such a bad idea to keep her?” You ask while filling the dog’s food and water dish. The dog is patiently waiting for you to place them on the floor for her.

“Yes it would.”

“Frankie,” you groan, hand on your stomach, and bending down to set them on the floor, “She’s so cute though!”

“Doesn’t matter how cute she is,” Frankie shakes his head, “We shouldn’t keep her.”

“Babe,” you say flatly, “It’s been a week and a half and we haven’t heard a single thing from anyone!”

“Good morning, Mom!” Nora beams, coming into the kitchen, “And good morning Princess Goober!”

“Morning,” Missy grumbles, “Goober!” She says perking up a little and petting the dog on the head.

“Stop calling her that!” Frankie says sternly, “She’s not our dog. End of discussion.”

“Oh,” Nora says, glaring at him, “Morning Frank.”

“Are you guys ready for school?” He asks, ignoring Nora’s glare.

“Yeah,” Missy yawns. Nora just grumbles still glaring at him.

“Alrighty then,” you hum, “Come here. Hugs!”

Both girls embrace you one either side, giving them both a tight squeeze before letting them go.

“Have a good day and Nora,” you smile, “Please behave.”

She rolls her eyes, following Missy into the garage with a huff. Frankie shakes his head, walking towards you, wrapping his arms around you.

“That girl’s gonna give me more gray hairs than the baby,” Frankie mutters into your temple.

“That makes the both of us,” you laugh, giving him a chaste kiss before he’s off to take the girls to school and go to work.

—

“Goober!” The girls shriek, bursting into the house through the garage. Goober’s tail starts wagging like crazy and she pees all over the floor.

“Goober Goo!” You groan, “Not again!”

Goober just looks at you, panting, tongue hanging out to the side.

“Can we take her to the backyard?” Missy asks, putting her backpack on the hook.

“Sure,” Frankie grunts, bending down to clean up the pee. Goober pokes her head under his armpit, while he wipes the pee up and begins licking his face, “Okay, okay. Yes, I see you.”

“Think she likes the way your beard tastes, Dad,” Missy giggles.

“Must be leftovers in there,” he grumbles, rubbing Goober’s ears.

“Oh! Watch this!” Nora exclaims, “Come here Goober! Come here!”

Goober pushes past Frankie’s arm, walking in her pee to get to Nora.

“Damn dog,” Frankie mumbles, motioning for you to hand him the Clorox wipes.

Goober plops down in front of Nora. She grabs one of Goober’s ears and begins to scratch the inside of it, causing Goober’s back leg to violently shake.

“What is she doing?!” Missy asks, starting to giggle.

“You found her puppy spot!” You exclaim with a laugh.

Frankie looks up to see what you are all laughing at, watching the saggy dog’s body jiggle and starts laughing.

“What the hell?” Frankie laughs, shaking his head, “Think she is a Goober afterall. Go on, take her outside now, I’m sure she’s got more pee in her. Don’t want her pissin’ in the house more than she already has.”

The girls take her outside, taking turns throwing the floppy stuffed animal they gave her that she had ripped the stuffing out of.

“Babe,” You smile watching the girls play with Goober outside, “I think we have a dog now.”

“I think you’re right,” Frankie groans, standing up, throwing away the Clorox wipes and throwing the towel into the hamper in the laundry room.

“We can’t get rid of her,” you pout, “The girls love her too much. Frankie, I love her too much and no one’s claimed her!”

Frankie finishes washing his hands at the sink, turning around, crossing his arms with a big sigh.

“Fine,” he sighs, “We’ll keep the damn dog.”

—

“What ya making, babe?” Frankie asks, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, “Smells really fucking good.”

“Spaghetti,” you grumble, “Only thing the girls seem to want to eat right now.”

Nora rushes into the kitchen, observing the fridge, rearranging some of the pictures on it.

“What are ya doin’ kid?” Frankie asks, looking behind his shoulder.

“Moving some stuff around,” she says snarkily, “This coupon is expired. Can I throw it away?”

“Yes,” you and Frankie say at the same time.

“Cool,” she says, throwing it away and running out of the kitchen.

You continue stirring the sauce, trying not to let the smell get to you.

“Need me to take over?” Frankie asks, kissing your temple.

“Oh my god,” you huff, “Please.”

Frankie laughs softly, kissing the spot on your neck that meets your shoulder. Then moves you to the side when Nora and Missy come rushing back in. Goober following closely behind them.

“I think we should put it here,” Nora says, pointing to the empty spot she made.

“What if though,” Missy says, rearranging different pictures, creating a new empty space, “We put it here?”

“Hmm, yeah, I like that better,” Nora agrees.

Missy grabs one of the magnets off the fridge, placing a new picture on the fridge, right alongside the picture of the four of you together, underneath the picture of Missy and Nora, and above the picture of Frankie with the guys.

“There!” Nora beams, “Goober is on the fridge, that means she’s family!”

“No take backs!” Missy says, pointing at Frankie.

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1-800reki · 15 days ago

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Chapter 9: Nekoma vs Karasuno!

two more chapters :0

ALSO, DISCLAIMER I CAN'T FIND THE MOVIE ANYWHERE AND I HAVE TO PAY FOR IT SO THIS IS NOT ACCURATE

this is about the end of match and somewhat the aftermath so :p

pairing: kenma x gn reader

masterlist | next chapter!

"Point to Nekoma!"

A volleyball hitting the floor caught your attention You snap back from your thoughts and back to the match. You can see that it was Kenma's turn to serve and you were on the edge of your seat. You were fidgeting on the bench with your fingers. You've managed their games before but this was intense. It was nationals! You just hoped Kenma and the rest of the team could pull through.

It's been a few months since you and Kenma had started dating. It's been amazing. Nothing too different from when you were friends but this time you guys kiss. Anyway! You've been helping the team practice for Nationals for months, and it's finally catching up to you. It was the last set of the game and Karasuno won. You saw your team's disappointed faces and your boyfriend's tired face. After this, you're taking them all out to cheer them up. Maybe some food?

/time skip ig\

"My body hurts," Kenma complained, leaning onto you while hugging you. Yeah, you've been playing nonstop. Of course, it would hurt. You did well out there." You said, hugging him back and rubbing his back. Sighhhh, I wish MY girlfriend was here. She never gives me hugs after matches." Kuroo said with an exaggerated sigh. "Lia's helping Fukurodani leave her alone. Come on, let's go get food." You say taking Kenma's hand and leading the team to get food.

"But we didn't even win?" Lev said confused as he and the rest of the team followed you. Multiple murmurs and whispers were heard as you turned around and smiled. "You did your best right? Even if you didn't win, you got to Nationals and that's huge! Don't sell yourselves short." You said with a smile. The team smiled back, their moods lifted up a bit as they started to talk amongst themselves.

The team still doesn't know you and Kenma are dating. How? You two never kissed or acted like a couple in front of them. Plus Kuroo kept his big mouth shut for once. So when the team was distracted Kenma gave you a kiss on the cheek. "I love you.." He murmured intertwining your hands. "I love you too Ken Ken." You say with a smile.

You all went to a barbeque place that was nearby and after eating went your separate ways. You, Kuroo, and Kenma went the same way as you all lived a bit close to each other. They dropped you off first (Kuroo ditched you both since he felt like a third wheel) and before you went through the door Kenma quickly gave you a peck on the lips and then the cheek. You smiled and gave him a peck on the lips and on the cheek as well before going inside your home.

Every time you kissed him he felt like he was more energized than ever. He walked home with a small smile on his face and blushed in embarrassment when his parents asked him what had made him so happy. What a silly goober.

taglist!: @sugurumybeloved , @frootloopscos, @walllflowerrrsss, @thatgirlsstar,, @abzyissupersleepy , @kodzubaby

#silly :3 #:3 #haikyuu #akira's smaus #akira's series #power up #kenma x reader #kenma x gn reader #gn reader #kenma kozume x you #kenma kozume #kenma x you #hq kenma #kozume kenma #kenma #haikyuu kenma

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silentium-symphony · 1 year ago

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Work of Art Modern AU (Link x Reader) I

(a/n) AAAHH I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! i've reached that point in the semester where i've got either a project or an exam due every week, and i haven't had any time to write :( but i'm here now with a brand new fic for you! so thank you for waiting :)

parts will be linked and will also be available on my masterlist when they're available!

cw: link experiences unwanted sexual advances in the beginning (nothing too explicit) so please proceed with caution, afab!reader, swearing, zelda and link are besties :}, breathless conversations in a stairwell, you and link are just some awkward goobers

wc: 2.3k

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

"And this one-of-a-kind masterpiece depicts the moments leading up to the Hero's decisive victory over the Demon King. For just a moment, let's draw our eyes toward the finer details the artist has decided to depict. Look with me now at the use of light in this scene, and how it starkly contrasts..."

Is that a new crack?

Blue eyes absently traced the thin line that fractured the pillar's marble surface. A wisp of gold tickled the tips of his lashes and he huffed, coursing his fingers through his hair in a bid to keep it in place. He kept his eyes trained on the small, black fissure that coursed through the white stone.

Definitely a new crack.

Taut fingers absently fumbled the ring of keys latched to his belt while the other hand thumbed the baton's cold metal. Link's eyes fluttered shut and he let out a soft sigh, adjusting his feet to abate the blood pooling in his heels.

"--Ahem."

His broad shoulders twitched and ocean blues met irritated meadow greens, which juxtaposed the seemingly sweet smile Zelda flashed him. Link dropped his hands immediately, causing the metal nuisance to sing a dying song against his thighs; a quiet chorus of giggles served as the encore.

"Thank you," his best friend cleared her throat, "as I was saying--"

Hylia, he was so bored. He rocked on his heels and watched Zelda motion to the large, newly restored painting before them. He knew how hard she had worked on restoring the old thing, and he was proud of her for sure, but if he had to listen to her spiel about the painting's history one more time--

"Hands off the rope please." He uttered softly to the woman dangling off the red velvet. She scoffed, but her look of disdain eventually softened into something... heavier. A sultry smirk snaked its way onto her lips and her eyes turned lidded.

"Sorry, sir. I just couldn't get my eyes off such a gorgeous masterpiece. It's a work of art, y'know?"

"I understand ma'am," his knuckles tersed. "But please refrain from touching the rope."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." She dragged out. "Can I make it up to you with some coffee?"

"No thank you. I suggest you turn your attention back to the presentation. That is why you came, right?"

"Well, what if I told you I actually came for something--or in this case... someone else?"

A shudder wriggled down his spine; she continued before he had time to draft his next sentence.

"I know you've seen me around... Why do you think I visit this dump of a museum so often? To stare at the same paintings day-in-day-out?"

Her fingertip traced the velvet rope, nails softly scuffing the luxuriously-textured barricade. He kept his eyes focused on the little strands of hair peeping out of the mole on her forehead, his throat constricting and drying at the waft of cheap perfume.

"C'mon... After the museum closes, let's grab some food and head over to my place, yeah?"

"He said 'no,' ma'am." A soft voice deadpanned behind the both of them. A pair of bewildered eyes locked with calm, unblinking (E/C)s. "No means no."

"Excuse me?"

"Stop harassing him." You spat, cold venom honeying your tone. "No. Means. No. Do I need to scream to get that through your fucking head? That would draw the crowd's attention to you, don't you think? I wonder how they'd feel watching you harass someone in broad daylight...”

“Tch… Worthless piece of shit.” Red heels clicked right past you as she side-bodied your smaller frame, sending you back a step or two. Your eyes followed the storming figure as she dipped past the grand marble staircase.

“--And with that, I would like to extend my most heartfelt gratitude on behalf of all our curators here. Without your support, our work in restoring these priceless historical pieces would not be possible. So from the bottom of my heart--“

“--Thank you.” He mumbled, his pulse quickening.

You flashed him a soft smile.

"No problem. I'm sorry you had to go through that.

"It’s okay. This... Isn't the first time."

"What, she tried pulling this shit on you in the past?"

"Oh, no, I mean..." He sighed. "It's not the first time someone's done something like this. I never really knew what to say, so I just... didn't say anything, so… Thank you."

"Well, I'm glad I could help." Your smiling eyes averted towards your buzzing phone. “Oh, fuck... Sorry officer, I gotta run! Have a good night!”

"W-Wait, can I ask for--"

--your name?

You raced down the same path his unwanted suitor went a few minutes prior, back disappearing past the staircase. The warmth of gratitude in his chest chilled into a growing, aching hole. Gods, if only he had gotten your name!

"Soooo... who was that?" Zelda snickered, saddling up to the flustered man. Link's cheeks reddened and a small pout bloomed on his lips.

"No one."

"Really? So 'no one's got you all hot and bothered?"

"'Hot and--?' Nah.."

"Uh-huh, whatever you say." She slinked an arm onto his shoulder and dangled off his steady frame, watching the thoughtful wander of the museum's patrons. The air about her turned somber, and her voice dipped to a volume only the blonde could hear. "... Did someone bother you again?"

Link's lips curled into a soft smile--a rare sight, even for his lifelong friend. Confusion ticked Zelda's features as she saw this new reaction.

"Well, the one who ran off helped me with another 'admirer.'" A dreamy sigh. "I was just thanking her."

A soft, contrite smile graced the curator's lips.

"I'm happy to hear that... I'm sorry this is such a regular thing for you. I wish there was some way to know what kind of person we're selling our tickets to..."

Link waved off her concerns and shrugged her off, throwing his arms above his head and feeling the sweet, satisfying pops in his joints. His neck craned from side to side, filling the air with a chorus of crackles; Zelda visibly grimaced.

"Stop doing that! You're gonna snap your own neck one day."

"If I do, does that mean I get a day off?"

"Of course not." She retorted mirthfully.

"Man..."

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

Of course the elevator was broken.

Link heaved open the heavy metal door which led to the winding staircase unused by most tenants.

And of course he lived on the 6th floor.

With a huff, he lifted his foot on the cement step blackened from gunk and other dubious substances. He tried to pay little mind to how his shoes grew stickier with each step, or how the flickering light's buzzing drilled a dull ache through his temples. He rounded the first of many corners and kept an even pace, already beginning to feel a bit spent.

Hands fiddled around his hoodie's pocket, feeling for the familiar roundness of his earbud's case and the soft edges of his phone. As he popped his earbuds in, his eyes glazed over the dozens of unorganized playlists that littered his screen, eventually resting on the simply named 'workout' playlist. His music's volume amped up to an almost painful level in a futile effort to blend his rapidly beating heart with songs from his chosen playlist.

"ᴼ⁻ᴼᶠᶠᶦᶜᵉʳˀ"

He stopped to respond to a meme Zelda sent and texted an equally unhinged one back. The greasy scent of takeout wafted to his nostrils and he looked up, slightly confused.

"ᴼᶠᶠᶦᶜᵉʳ, ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘˀ"

A body filled his peripheral; pure fear coursed through his veins as his overactive imagination transmogrified a very real and alive person into eldritch nightmares unutterable by man. His phone leaped for safety, clattering down the flight of stairs for what felt like an eternity before rolling into its final resting place by the suspicious goop in the corner.

A moment of shock-spawned stillness blanketed the two persons--before Link was racing down the staircase.

"Hylia! Are you okay?!" A familiar voice called out. He stopped, fingers hovering a few hairs away from his phone as he slowly careened his face behind him.

There you were--gorgeous, gorgeous you--donned in sweats, a hoodie, Crocs with Socks™, and a steaming bag of takeout. The harsh fluorescent light softened your silhouette, casting an almost ethereal aura about you. Link gabbled an... exclamation of sorts as he grabbed his phone. He slinked the grimy thing into his pocket as he cooly made his way up the steps, shame and a newfound desire to drink lava inapparent on his blank face.

"Yes, thank you." He rubbed his (clean) hand against the back of his reddening neck. "Fancy meeting you here."

"I can say the same to you!" You laughed, shifting the takeout from one hand to the other. "How was the rest of your shift?"

"It was uneventful, thankfully. I'd like to thank you again for helping me out earlier... I really appreciated it."

"Aww... Of course. I'm really glad I could help you out back there."

Gods, how could a smile both ease and excite him all at once?

You both started up the steps once more, silently thanking and cursing your luck. After such a hasty exit you thought you'd never see the man again, but here you were, walking side-by-side up a neverending staircase. You looked down at your food, making sure the handles weren't gonna snap or anything, and happened to catch a faint mustard stain right by your heart. If only you didn't look so... grimy.

"S-So," you started, praying he didn't catch your stutter for air, "uh, what were you listening to?"

"Um..." He panicked slightly, "Just... workout music."

"Yeah? What song?"

"Something that... always gets me pumped." He cleared his throat. "What'd you order?"

"Oh, just some poultry pilaf from the Gerudo restaurant that opened up recently!"

"The one by 3rd Street?"

"Yeah, that one! Have you tried it yet?"

"Nah. But let me know how it tastes."

"For sure!"

A much-needed silence filled the air, both of you desperately trying to hide the fact that you were fighting for your next breath. A bright red '4' filled your vision and you groaned, throwing your head back.

"Gods, these stairs go on forever."

"Tell me about it." He hissed shakily. His eyes wandered to your slightly trembling arm holding your dinner. "Do you want me to hold that?"

"Oh, no, I'm okay." You subtly wiped the sweat beading your brow. "My floor's coming up. Thank you though."

"What floor do you live on? If you don't mind me asking."

"The 6th!"

6th...?

"Me too."

"Really? I'm surprised I never saw you around though. I’d definitely remember someone as cu—“ You coughed suddenly, rubbing a fist into your chest. "C-Cool as you!"

That... wasn't much better.

As you proceeded to curse the day you were born, furled golds and narrowed blues widened in disbelief before softening into a bashful smile.

"T-Thank y--

"Oh look, our floor!"

With a hop, skip, and a step, you bounded up the last flight of stairs and swung the hefty metal door, your frame teetering on the loose door handle.

"After you." You gestured grandly, giggles flitting between the two of you. He raced up the last of the steps and grabbed the edge of the door a little ways past your head, pulling it gently from your grasp.

"No, after you."

"Why, thank you, um..."

"Oh! Link." He stuck his hand out, a boyish grin splitting his lips. "My name is Link."

"Link?" You took his hand. “It's nice to meet you. I'm (F/N)."

"(F/N)..." You hated how your heart swooned just now. "What a cute name."

You canned the need to scream into the void as you slinked through the threshold, laughter alight. You waltzed to the crossroad leading to the separate wings on your floor. “I’m going this way. What about you?”

“I'm heading that way too.”

"O-Oh, okay!"

He strode to your side and you descended down the long hallway, the silence stiffening your throat. It felt... kinda weird knowing where he lived or vice versa; your eyes flitted to the wall's yellowed moulding, a path your eyes had taken hundreds of times.

You rounded a corner; so did he. You trailed along the gentle bend in the hallway; he did as well. Your heart started to race. A prickle of doubt heated your chest as you approached your door. He wasn't following you... was he?

When's he gonna turn when's he gonna turn when's he gonna turn when's he gonna

"You're my neighbor?!" Heads whipped around to catch the other's surprised gaze. A stiff laugh cracked between the two of you and you creaked your gazes away.

"W-Well." You coughed out. "Um, goodnight..."

"N-Night.."

Your bodies slipped past your respective thresholds and softly clicked the door shut. You sunk your body into the door; the thick metal drew the extra heat from your back, but it did little to remedy the red in your cheeks. Knees wobbling, your frame slid down, down, down onto your doormat as you cradled your face in your hands, heart thundering in your ears.

It was almost loud enough to drown out what was undoubtedly tapping on the wall.

You clambered to your feet, plopped your nearly forgotten dinner on your countertop, and skated to the source of the sound, pressing your ear against the drywall with bated breath.

There it was again!

You returned his taps with the same level of enthusiasm. If you listened past your drumming heart, you could trick yourself into thinking you heard a laugh. You giggled as well, heart fluttering at your newfound, totally-platonic-and-definitely-not-love-laced relationship you managed to foster all in one night. A tight knot ached your sides and your belly protested loudly.

Oh right! Your pilaf!

#link #link x you #link x reader #legend of zelda #loz #link legend of zelda #legend of zelda x reader #legend of zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda fandom #loz link x reader

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mildy-vibing · 5 months ago

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So I spent some time cooking this up, and because the wonderful @owlygem 's Celestial Somebody comics had been living in my brain rent free.

I present a fan take on the Red Supergiant, Betelgeuse. If it's already been made and/or canon, then deepest apologies. This is a bit of a longer post going through my design choices and sketches that I've made when she was still in the "how do I draw this" phase

Design

Betelgeuse is one of the brightest stars in our night sky and one of the largest stars we have documented. However, she is one of the youngest stars (only a couple million years old). She is also one of the stars due to supernova soon (estimated within the next 100,000 years). So, I did the following.

- Designed her to look more 'tough', bulkier, wilder, spiked belts and cuffs.

- Deep dark red and orange color scheme for the red super giant (making a cohesive color pallete was unnecessarily difficult for me for some reason)

- Striped suit is just a reference to the movie Beetlejuice, literally nothing more. The suit is also kind of a skirt(?). Fighting between coat tails and a skirt so I chose the ruffled look it has now.

- Couldn't decide between a mowhawk or a long, unruly mess. The unruly mess won, and I regretted it immediately when I had to digitalize it with nothing more than my fingers as a stylus and IbisPaintX threatening to crash. Worth it.

- Crammed as many stars as I can in here. From the studs on the belt to the patches in the jeans.

- The first draft was originally more monstrous, yet it lacked much of a direction, so I scrapped it in favor of a more humanoid look.

Personality

Betelgeuse craves attention and company. She wants to be surrounded by others, yet being a wandering star doesn't help this. One of her primary friends is the Hubble Telescope. She follows it around and protects it from harm. She isn't sure where it came from, but she enjoys its company and beeping.

Betelgeuse is also hyper aware of her impending supernova event, oftentimes resulting in panic attacks or periods of dimming. She is terrified of that event and lives day by day. This also leads to her doing some rather risky stunts as she falls into the "you only live once" mentality. (challenging a black hole to a fist fight wasn't the brightest of ideas; she survived this incident with a couple marks).

Below are some more sketches of the goober when I was still figuring her out

[Left to right, up and down)

- Fuck you mean I got 100,000 years left? (*on the verge of punching someone*) (**crying too, I guess**)

- Live fast, die young!

- *A whole ass black hole*

- Finally! A worthy opponent, our battle will be legendary!

- BRING IT ON!

-Without suit on, nothing but an unstable ball of fire (*got suit stained*)

- Sunglasses on a star?

- *Lost the black hole fight* NGL, I don't feel too good.

- *Eye tongue*

- *Under the gloves*

- (1995) *Confusion* *Hubble Telescope*

- Look, Hubble! Perfect for photos!

- Hubble *simplified*

- Sorry Hubble! Asteroids have NO respect!

- The more I think of it, the more I see that we aren't that different.

- Two lonely cosmic wanderers destined to eventually break down.

- Eventually.

If you read this far, hope you like it :]

#art #ibispaint art #celestial somebody art by others #digital art #digital illustration #betelgeuse #stars #character design #ibispaint threatened to crash on me because this had over 30 layers #my fingers were my stylus #artists on tumblr

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yallmakemyassitch · 1 year ago

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Alright, just for you I'll select my first handful from the alphabet for Nikusa. 😉

What are Q, T, U, V, R, S, P?

Woohoo! I can edit asks again! Coming in hot with these headcanons! So sorry for dying on you guys for so long, exams are coming up and life is complicated but I'm getting through it (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

My Christmas present is still in the works (yeah I'm late but you still deserve a gift!) but I hope to get it out by the end of the weekend. Anyways enjoy the headcanons, I love and appreciate you goobers very much ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ🩷!!!

✧🌟Headcanons🌟✧

Q - Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

Initially Nikusa would be a bit confused, she's not used to being asked such personal questions and most people come to her to hopefully strike a deal with her. She might get a little flustered given the absurdity of the question. The most you'll get is a 'I don't know?' with an amused smirk and cocked eyebrow.

T - Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

Playing investigator on their body; crawling her fingers up and down your body to bring out your worst reaction and best spot. The entire time she's just...talking, pointing out every detail she notices and coos when you react badly to her tickling and teases. "Right here, right here, right over here and oh, I can't forget this spot either! *chuckles* Aw, that's so cute, I'm telling everyone about this!"

U - Do they have some unusual tickles spots? Where?

Her thighs and knees. They are extremely ticklish and sensitive, much to the chagrin of the void queen. She hates it when someone manage to get their hands on her, it makes her go weak and behave in a way she'd never thought. Like a child, Nikusa encases her arms around her body and can do nothing but laugh until the ler lets up. God forbid there's more than one person taking her apart. (ESPECIALLY if it's Agoti and his friends)

It's all very adorable and her reaction to it all is very amusing. The almighty Void Queen giggling at mere pinches on her lower knee? Hilarious. However, this spot will trigger an unyielding vengeance within her that promises her to get back at you twice as hard as how you treated her that day. But Nikusa is unpredictable and very sly, so you'll never know if it will be the next day or next month.

V - As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

Agoti for sure. He clearly hates her and she knows it, it's a different story when he tries something slick like tickling her. He's a prideful asshole with a smart mouth and needed a quick and swift humbling. It was always funny to see him thrashing in her hands as Nikusa lifted him to her level, shouting, demanding, to be let go. Nikusa would simply squeeze his ribs, watching his rage engulfed face turn into a goofy, terrified grin. She made sure to do it nice and slow, over and over again rapid fire until the angry boy was red and shrieking.

It was funnier when Solazar and Aldryx were around, the father that raised him to be a strong, skilled fighter was the same one reduced to a cackling puddle. It knocked Agoti down his smartass pedestal for sure, hopefully Agoti would realize just how insignificant he was to her and could defeat him in an instant, despite not using violence.

R - Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

A lee surprisingly, but don't get comfortable too fast as she is plotting lol (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

S - If they were to suggest the safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?

Offering yourself up to her, huh? Intriguing really. Nikusa will be highly amused by this and will tease and taunt you endlessly about it. Even she knows a safe word is necessary as she isn't exactly mortal and does not understand things like their boundaries. She'll be twice as alert as she normally is instead of tormenting you right off the bat but she'll be even more taunting, making sure you giggle your heart out.

To make it worse, Nikusa will make the safe word 'tickle' just to torment you and finds it amusing you can hardly even belt the word out without giggling your lungs out.

P - If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

Nikusa would join hands with Aldryx. While their relationship has never been emphasized (Ago and Sol canonically dislike her), I can imagine their relationship to be surprisingly cordial, maybe even friendly at times. Aldryx is far too laid back to make enemies and is fairly approachable, so you'll be more likely to get a positive response than a negative one.

He gets serious when he has to, a tickle fight is not one of them. If Nikusa brings up the idea to Aldryx, who it is they are targeting will greatly affect his response. Most of the time, it's his little brother, so of course he won't hesitate to mess with the shitstain. The pair jump him, Aldryx doing most of the restraining while Nikusa goes ham, much to Agoti's suffering.

Well wowie, wasn't that an experience! It feels so good to do that again and these headcanons are definitely an upgrade compared to my old ones. My Nikusa interpretation mostly stems from CougarMcDowell's dubs and Aldryx is from a multitude of sources, mostly me since the 'cool as ice brother but ultimately still a bastard of a brother' trope is interesting to me (don't fret tho, Aldryx loves Agoti very much 🩷) ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨ giggles ok bye

#fnf tickling #lee nikusa #ler nikusa #ask answered #headcanons #entity mod #friday night funkin #woohoo feels so refreshing to post again! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

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swiftsaltsweet · 2 years ago

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Wednesday Season 2: Hyde in the Shadows

Episode 2B: A Woeful Reunion

Prev Episode

Characters: Wednesday and Enid (ft returning chars and new OCs)

Pairing: Wenclair

Important info: VERY Slow Burn, Canon Compliant (with season 1), read A/N For more details on everything.

Summary: Stalking, murders, troubling visions, sins of the past, and a little bit of kidnapping. Wednesday’s start of the second semester isn’t a normal one, but when is her life ever “normal?” Wednesday has new mysteries to solve and catastrophes prevent, with the help of her overly enthusiastic roommate Enid, she just has to deal with some annoying relatives first.

Other Sites: AO3 and Fanfic.net

A/N: Trigger Warning: Blood, fire, death, burning to death. Nothing too graphically described (at least compared to the show, but better safe than sorry)

Ahhhhhh I don’t know why….but I feel like I could improve this chapter some more. TT0TT If I ever make updates I’ll be sure to leave a note in the author notes if/when they are updated.

Not beta read, we’ll live or die by my goober hands! ;w;/

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Wednesday Season 2:

Hyde in the Shadows

Episode 2B: A Woeful Reunion

Enid was pacing the room; a few hours had passed since Wednesday had fainted.

“Is she ok? Do you think she’s ok?” Enid asked Thing.

Thing only gave her a shrug in response.

Her eyes bulged nearly out of her socket, “I bet she didn’t eat or drink at all while she was locked up! Did she get something after we parted ways?”

Thing tapped in affirmation.

That didn’t calm Enid down in the slightest, “Then maybe her body hasn’t recovered…”

She’ll be fine, her body should’ve recovered from that by now, Thing signed.

“Well, one that doesn’t make sense, it’s only been a few hours!” Well nothing has really been making any sense these past two days, she thought.

“And, two, then why isn’t she still up?”

Enid’s pacing had increased to the point that Thing feared there would be a rut formed on Wednesday’s side of the floor. He hopped down from Wednesday’s desk and attempted to shake her awake.

“Wait! Don’t! She might need more rest!” Enid protested.

Thing waggled his body at her in defiance.

“I mean yeah, I’d like to know if she’s ok, but maybe she’s been unconscious because she’s tired? So shouldn’t we let her rest?” Enid whined.

Thing shook his wrist, knowing there was no way he could please his werewolf friend.

A few more moments passed, as Enid paced the room. As Thing stayed by Wednesday’s side, his fingers resting on her shoulder, he felt her stir beneath him and he scurried away. Upon noticing the movements herself, Enid rushed to her friend’s side.

Wednesday opened her eyes, unfocused as she attempted to look around her room. When she turned her head she was practically nose to nose with her overly enthusiastic roommate, and jerked away.

“Enid!” Wednesday eyes were alarmed and she practically fell off the bed in shock.

“Sorry! Sorry,” Enid backed away from the bed apologetically, “Space I get it.”

Wednesday looked at the vicinity of Enid, unable to look at her directly for whatever reason, and only relaxed an iota of a bit when she realized Enid wouldn’t come near her.

She then proceeded to look around at their room, as if looking for something; or at the very least, trying to avoid looking at a certain pink cladded wolf.

Her eyes made their way to the window, which she stared at for a long moment.

“How long was I out?” Wednesday’s eyes widened a fraction, only noticing now how dark it had gotten.

“A few hours,” Enid responded, fiddling with something on her wrist. Unable to hold her question back she blurted out, “What was it about?”

“What was ‘what’ about?” Wednesday responded, stiff, and still not looking at her roommate.

“The vision! You had a vision then- Boom! You’re out cold! Is it bad? Is something bad going to happen?”

Enid had a good reason to worry, when Wednesday had visions they tended not to be of the happy persuasion. Never about rainbows and puppies. They were usually about murders, or gruesome attacks.

Wednesday finally glanced at Enid then looked away, her eyes widened slightly and her mouth slightly parted, “Oh, I don’t remember,” she lied.

Enid furrowed her brow, that look on her roommate’s usually immobile face wasn’t a common occurrence, but it usually meant something made her uncomfortable. Thankfully for Enid, those tend to mean it was fairly benign. Which meant, whatever Wednesday saw, was probably not very gruesome…. For once.

“Nothing bad happened?” Enid looked at her hopefully.

“No,” Wednesday said quickly, a look of intense discomfort on her face.

“I mean-yes,” she stammered trying to correct herself upon seeing Enid’s face go from elated to pale. “I don’t actually remember the vision itself, but I don’t think it was bad.”

Enid let out a sigh of relief. She was a bit concerned Wednesday couldn’t remember why she had fainted, but if the vibe was that it was not earth shatteringly horrible, well, Enid could live with that.

Thing jumped onto Wednesday’s bed and nudged her knee. Wednesday knitted her brow and reached out to him, only to stop and stare at her own hand.

Both Thing and Wednesday’s hands were covered in bandages, the former in various cute designs and the latter in black. Wednesday touched her forehead, and a bandage was also found where she had cut herself from her headbutt.

“When-”

“Oh! That was me. I patched you both up while you were unconscious. Don’t worry, I bought those bandages specifically for you, I know you have a brand to maintain,” Enid winked.

Wednesday jerked her chin up in a short ‘thank you’ nod, and swung her legs over the side of her bed. She got up only to see her vision going black and tumbled back onto the bed.

Enid started hovering worried for her friend, “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, still tired I suspect,” Wednesday said, rubbing her eye.

Enid didn’t like how Wednesday looked. The girl always looked half dead, but now she feared the half alive part was on its way into the grave as well. Wednesday looked like she hadn’t slept for months.

Fearing for her friend’s health, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

“That’s it! You stay here, I’ll handle detention by myself!”

“I’m going Enid, no buts.”

Enid started pushing Wednesday back down into her bed and pulling the cover over Wednesday.

“What are you doing?!” Wednesday’s face darkened as she tried to resist the supernaturally strong werewolf and was losing much to her annoyance.

“You’re going to rest! I’ll tie you down if I have to! Thing get some rope!”

“Thing, don’t you dare!”

Thing was shuffling from side to side, looking back and forth between the two girls, unsure of what to do.

“I just got out of my confinements and you want to put me back in another one?!” Wednesday growled at Enid. Normally Wednesday wouldn’t be opposed to being tied up, but she was a little burnt out because of the last few weeks’ events.

Enid’s eyes widened, realizing what she meant, and let Wednesday go.

“You’re right, that’d be totes rude,” Enid said to herself, then addressed Thing, “Plus she’d be wide open if Friday tried something again.”

Thing nodded at Enid in agreement.

Wednesday finally sat back up in a huff, a new look of frustration on her face. She didn’t like people thinking she needed looking after.

Enid turned to Wednesday, “That’s it, you’re coming with me! Now buts!”

Wednesday suppressed an eyeroll at her friend’s 180 attitude turn.

“Regardless of what you wanted, I was going into those woods with or without you.”

“Why are you so dead set on going out into the creepy woods in the middle of the- never mind. I answered my own question.”

Wednesday sighed, “Because, I know you, you wouldn’t last in the woods at night by yourself. You’ll bunker down somewhere until morning and then come running back to me crying saying how scared you were.”

Enid's eyes glistened at her roommate, touched, “Oh, so it’s because you care about me?”

“Because I don’t want to deal with your whining. And I don’t want to get in more trouble for the work not being done.”

And wasting more time, Wednesday thought, as she looked at her satchel on the floor.

“And because you care about me, right?”

Wednesday got up from her bed and walked over to her dresser, ignoring the intense puppy eyes Enid was giving her.

“We better get going, it’ll be easier to find this place while there’s still some light out, no?” Wednesday started putting on her black leather jacket, and a pair of leather gloves.

“Aw,” Enid bemoaned and Wednesday looked back at her roommate.

“What now?”

“N-nothing,” Enid looked away pouting, burying her face in her new scarf, and kicking the ground lightly, “It’s just…. Those are different gloves.”

Wednesday sighed, “The gloves you made me will surely be ruined if I dug with them, and I want to avoid that.”

Enid stopped, and then a smile broke out as she unwrapped her scarf, happy to see Wednesday taking more care of her gift this time around.

“Good idea! I don’t want to get this dirty either!”

The girls turned to their respective sides of the room, grabbing the correct clothes for their excursion. With their signature respected colors of course, pink for Enid and black for Wednesday.

Wednesday dug her cellphone out of her luggage, and after looking at it, snuck her cellphone into her pocket when Enid wasn’t looking.

***~***

“Why can’t Thing come?” Enid whined, “I even made him a little glove-outfit-thing to keep warm!”

“I’m leaving him behind to keep look-out.”

“So, a certain you-know-who doesn’t mess with our stuff?” Enid assumed Wednesday’s chaotic, prankster of a cousin might not be through with them just yet.

Wednesday didn’t elaborate so Enid dropped it.

Despite Thing not being with them, Enid was practically beaming with how giddy she was, even skipping with each step she took. A girls’ night with Wednesday!

Sure, it was detention, but Enid wasn’t going to sweat the small details. At least Enid wasn’t tricked into breaking into a creepy mansion with a third wheel like last time; where she almost died on top of it, so this was definitely an improvement on their last attempt.

Wednesday stared at the energetic blonde, “What are you so happy about?”

“Just glad we get to hang out is all, it’s been a rough week,” Enid sighed, and then got nervous, “I mean, yours was probs worse, being held captive and all and- Do you mind if I asked what happened?” She remembered how odd, well, odd to non-Addames that is, the Addams were acting, “Do you normally try to kill each other?”

Wednesday sighed, she really didn’t want to get into this, “I’m guessing this isn’t a normal thing for your family as well?”

“No, we very much like to be alive.”

There was a long silence.

“So, is it for fun? For Malice? Or is there a reason for it?” Enid asked, unsure if this was a touchy subject or not, or even how to make this conversation some semblance of normal.

“Very fun, usually,” Wednesday said with a small spark in her eye, “But none of us actually end up dying.….” Wednesday trailed off.

“That’s…. Good?” Enid tried to smile at Wednesday, unsure if this ‘good’ is by Wednesday's standards or not. Wednesday didn’t respond. Enid’s head began to whirl with other questions she had for her roommate.

Judging by how Friday was acting, and Wednesday’s parents' words, it seemed that Wednesday was cooped up in some room and wasn’t interacting with anyone. Which miffed Enid off a little, because Enid understood having to spend time with family, but then to blow them and your BFF off?

But Wednesday had still kept in touch over the break, and even took the time to make her own present. So, Enid couldn’t be too upset.

Ok Ens, take a chill pill. Maybe she has a reason? Enid thought to herself, She is introverted, and hates large groups, maybe that extends to family too? I mean if I had Friday as a cousin, I might want to steer clear too…..

No, no, don’t be rude! Argh, I don’t think I can ask her directly, maybe if I go a roundabout way….

Then Enid remembered something Friday said.

“So, what was that séance thing your cousin mentioned about?”

Wednesday’s jaw tensed, and Enid got nervous that maybe that question was a little too direct, but relaxed when Wednesday responded.

“I was trying to contact Goody.”

I should’ve known it was about Goody, Enid sighed inwardly.

Good Addams was Wednesday’s ancestor from hundreds of years ago, she was the one who originally defeated Crackstone when he was alive. Crackstone was a racist who tried to kill all the outcasts way back when. He was the same the racist pilgrim ghost that wrecked their school last year.

Wednesday told Enid how she was stabbed by Crackstone and almost died, but thanks to channeling Goody, her wounds healed and Wednesday was able to recover and defeat him. The exchange was that Wednesday wouldn’t be able to contact Goody again.

Enid knitted her brow together, “So did you?”

Wednesday sighed, resigned, “No.”

“What did you want to talk with her about?”

“I just wanted to see if she had any useful tips to help me with my visions,” Wednesday said in finality.

Enid could tell Wednesday didn’t have anything more to say on the matter, Enid wondered if that was all Wednesday did over the break. Though, for all Enid knew, the world of conjuring might’ve been a very in depth field that might take months of research, so she’d let it drop…. Kind of.

She still had questions, things Wednesday didn’t mention in her letter she wanted to know about.

“Soooo, it looks like a lot’s changed since we last saw each other!” she prodded again.

Wednesday looked at the blonde out of the corner of her eye, her hair had gotten longer, but what stood out to Wednesday was the longer bangs she put on her left side. It framed Enid’s face in a way that covered up the scars the taller girl had gotten from her fight with Tyler, the infamous Hyde, two months prior; or at least, it covered up small imperfections the makeup couldn’t conceal.

“Yes, it seems there’s been a lot,” Wednesday tried to manage her voice, ignoring the sour taste rising in her mouth. If Enid hadn’t had to save her from Tyler, she wouldn’t have gotten those scars in the first place.

“Totally! You have a baby brother now, right?” Enid beamed at Wednesday, curiosity billowing out of her, “When did that happen, was it before you transferred? Cause your mom didn’t look preggers during your last move-in day or parent visitor day! Or is she one of those people who doesn’t show?”

Wednesday could feel her mood lighten from Enid’s energetic energy, it made her want to tease her a bit, “Let’s just say there was a very short gestation period.”

Wait, does she mean that she was pregnant at some point when I last saw her?! Enid’s smile began to falter as she did the math.

She was at the school for about two months, so was it two months? Or maybe it happened before and Mrs. Addams just didn’t show? Or was the baby just born over the break so maybe four-ish months?

Well Wednesday has visions, and apparently so does her mom. And her cousin can just…. defy gravity. So maybe this just isn’t that out there? These thoughts made Enid’s head swirl, and her eyes started to spin.

Wednesday smirked at her befuddled friend, “And what about you? How does it feel to finally be able to wolf-out with your family?”

“G-great! L-like I said before! Just great! Mom’s finally gotten off my back about it, but you know her-haha. She instantly found something new to criticize and got right back on,” Enid laughed nervously, and started tugging and fidgeting at her prominent bang.

Wednesday frowned, which deepened when she noticed what was hanging from Enid’s left wrist.

“What’s that?” Wednesday asked, knowing full well what it actually was.

“Hm? Oh this?” Enid showed Wednesday her small charm bracelet, it had tiny wolves and in between each wolf was either a sun or a moon, “It’s a gift from Ajax, you know the one I wrote you about?”

“Ah, I see.”

“It’s cute, isn’t it?”

“Whatever you say Enid.”

“Oh c’mon, you can at least say it’s cute!” Enid pouted and then mumbled, “You don’t even have to mean it….”

“It’s cute.”

Enid glared at Wednesday, who just stared pointedly back at her. Then Enid slowly stretched into a big, goofy grin.

“Haha, I got you to say the word ‘cute!’ I didn’t think that was in your vocabulary T-B-H,” Enid laughed while it was Wednesday’s turn to glare at her.

Wednesday decided it was time to give her bubbly friend the silent treatment, and pushed forward. Enid, still laughing, followed.

Another long silence extended between the girls as they made their way through the darkening woods. It would’ve been near suicidal what they were doing, if this took place last semester.

Last semester, where the town was plagued with a monster who went around killing people. A Hyde. But there were no more monsters in Jericho. Well…. Not ones that resided outside the school that is.

Snap.

“What was that?!” Enid half screamed, grabbing the crook of Wednesday’s elbow, ready to get them both out of there.

“It was only an owl, Enid,” Wednesday stated as calmly as she could, trying to ignore the sudden warmth on her arm, and began pulling the scaredy werewolf back towards their destination.

“A-are you sure?” Enid had one hand extended, with her claws out, ready to swipe at anyone who tried anything funny.

“Hoo hoo,” the animal cried.

“O-oh, so it is, I-I knew that!”

Enid fully linked her arm with Wednesday, and kept a look out of their rear while Wednesday pulled them along.

***~***

Snow started to flitter down when they arrived at the cemetery.

“Well, this is…. far out of the way for a cemetery,” Wednesday mumbled.

“Yeah,” Enid agreed. She hadn’t noticed just how far it was from the school, since she was so concerned about Wednesday and Thing’s safety at the time. It was a wonder why refilling these graves would even be that big of a priority, considering it wasn’t that likely any Normie from Jericho would wander out this far.

Snap.

Another hoot of an owl resonated nearby.

Enid jumped, then quickly extended her claws out and ran over to a nearby mound, “The faster we get this done the faster we can head back!”

Wednesday smirked to herself while she grabbed a stray shovel, it was amusing to see such a powerful creature also prove to be a giant scaredy cat.

Both girls got to work, it was tedious and boring. It was Wednesday’s least favorite part when it came to gravedigging, and she didn’t even get a chance to dig these graves up!

Enid was working in overdrive, the creepiness of the cemetery was slowly getting to her, and all her bravado from earlier in the night was nearly gone.

Enid looked over at Wednesday to see how she was holding up. She could feel her breath catch in her throat, as she looked at how the moonlight danced off of Wednesday’s frame. Her pale skin seemed to glow, and her raven hair seemed to capture and scatter the moon’s rays, giving her hair a milky way effect.

Pretty, Enid thought as she looked at Wednesday with starstruck eyes. The last time she felt like this was at the Rave’N dance, where Wednesday wore an amazing dress, trying to ignore the fact she did that for Tyler.

Sure, unlike at the dance where she was all dressed up, Wednesday here was covered in mud, and looked like she hadn’t slept in months, but it still didn’t diminish her classically good looks. At least in Enid’s mind.

Enid watched as she gracefully shoveled some dirt back into a grave.

Ah?! “Graceful?” Listen to yourself Enid! We’re in a graveyard, you sound like a weirdo, she thought, shaking her head violently.

A-and when did it get so hot? I’m burning up here, ah my face is warm. Get a hold of yourself! Ah, I need a distraction!

“Hey Wednesday!” Enid yelled, breaking the working silence.

“What Enid?” Wednesday asked, taking a second to wipe some grime off her arm.

“I’ve been wondering….”

“Wondering what?”

“Does your family really like the days of the week?”

“No? Why?” Wednesday stopped for a moment to look at Enid, confused.

Enid hopped over to another hole, “Well you’re Wednesday, and you have a cousin named Friday. So like, do you have a secret half-sister named Monday too?”

“Distant cousin, actually,” Wednesday said, smirking to herself.

“What?!” Enid yelled, poking around her tombstone.

“And no, we don’t just arbitrarily like the names for the days of the week. Our mothers just love the poem ‘Monday’s child.’”

Enid stopped to think of the poem in her mind, and then attempted to think back at the calendar dates in the year Wednesday was born, “So does that mean you were born on a Wednesday?”

“No, it was a Friday.”

“Oh I see,” nodded as if she understood, then wrinkled her face in confusion when she remembered Wednesday agreeing that ‘Friday was a bad name.’ “So your middle names tend to be based off of the day you were born? Then what about the first names?”

“Yes, for the girls at least. As for the first name, I believe it’s what our mother’s like what that day means in the poem, at least it’s like that for me.”

“Then what’s Monday’s and Friday’s middle name?”

“Tuesday, and that’s a secret.”

“Of course it is,” Enid pouted.

Wednesday looked out of the corner of her eye, and upon seeing Enid sulking over to a nearby hole she spoke up, “My mother’s middle name is ‘Sunday.’”

Enid’s ears perked up, “Hm ‘Sunday?’ Oh! Like Domi-”

Wednesday glared at her roommate, and Enid realized she may have made a connection Wednesday didn’t want to make about her mother and the book series she was writing.

“D-d-dominos! Cause you guys are black and white like a domino,” Enid horribly tried to cover up. Wednesday relaxed and decided to let it slide.

Enid scurried to the next hole, but tripped on a nearby rock she missed with her flashlight. She landed face first into an undisturbed grave. She placed her hand on the tombstone, attempting to use it as leverage, but the muck under the fresh sleet of snow caused her to slip and face plant right back into the ground.

“What are you doing over there Enid?” Wednesday asked.

“Oh you know. Struggling!” Enid grunted in frustration.

“Do you need help?” Wednesday quickly asked, not catching the sarcastic tone in Enid’s words. Enid could hear Wednesday placing her shovel down, about to run over to her.

“No! No, I’m fine I’m just-” Enid stopped mid-sentence as she looked at the tombstone that failed her support and recognized something familiar. She wiped away the muck and snow on the tombstone. Her eyes widened as it revealed a familiar name.

“H-hey! Wednesday!”

“What Enid?” Paused her resumed shoveling, some concern seeping into her voice.

“Your name is spelt with two ‘Ds,’ right?”

“Yes,” the concern was now gone, annoyance replacing it. She picked up her shovel and proceeded to resume her punishment.

“And ‘Goody’ is spelt with two ‘Os,’ right?”

Wednesday stopped, she was deathly still, “Why?”

“So uh, big ol’ coinkydink, I may have found her grave!”

Wednesday quickly sprinted to Enid’s side, and shone her flashlight at the grave.

Goody Addams. 1609-1641. Founder and Protector.

Wednesday shone her flashlight at the other graves as well. Most of the ones they could read, showed either an outcast label or even a last name that was lycan-ish or other outcastian descending names.

“Are these graves of old outcasts?” Enid murmured.

“Explains why it’s so far out of the way,” Wednesday spat bitterly. Even in death the outcasts were ostracized from the others.

“Well what do we do now?”

“Nothing we can do, except fill these graves up,” It was getting colder out, Wednesday would have to return here at a later time to investigate.

Wednesday was about to resume what she was doing when Enid broke out her claws and slashed the ground at Goody’s grave.

“What are you doing?” Wednesday asked, surprised.

“Well, I thought, ‘Wednesday’s been trying to contact her, maybe if we dug this up, it might help!’ Not that I know anything about conjuring the dead,” Enid gave Wednesday a sheepish grin, “Plus I promised some graverobbing, right? It wouldn’t hurt to dig up just one grave and then refill it, riiiight?”

Wednesday stared at Enid for a long time, and then gave her a mischievous smirk, “You know me a lot better than I thought.”

Enid beamed at Wednesday.

“Now move over, I’m not letting you have all the fun.”

Each girl took a side of the grave, one at the top and one at the bottom. With their teamwork, it wasn’t long until they got to the casket.

Wednesday tried to pry it open, but it was nailed too tightly. Enid hopped down and gave it a good tug with just her left hand, breaking the nails along with something else. She then hopped back out of the hole to give Wednesday room to breathe.

“What are you hoping to get out of this?” Enid asked, hands in front of her face, but still peering through the cracks in her fingers out of morbid curiosity. Now that she was getting close to seeing a dead body, she was getting a bit of cold feet.

“A token, some hair, or an object she was buried with.”

“What’ll that do?”

“Make the connection stronger, hopefully.”

Wednesday positioned herself and wrenched the casket open. Dust and death flew from the casket, making Enid’s sensitive nose go in a tizzy and causing her to gag. Wednesday just inhaled greedily.

Inside was a skeleton, she was slightly longer than Wednesday had seen in her visions from last year, possibly a growth spurt? The grave did say she was 32 when she died.

The skeleton was in an offset white gown and with a brown splotch in the middle. It held in its hand an extravagantly encrusted knife and sheath.

“Did you find anything?” Enid called down to Wednesday.

“Yeah, I think I found a knife!” Wednesday took one of her gloves off, touching the jewel to see if it was real.

“Well hurry up and grab it! It’s getting colder out,” Enid yelled through shuddering teeth.

She didn’t need to tell Wednesday twice. Without thinking, Wednesday quickly reached for the knife with her bare hand and pulled it away from the skeleton.

“Ouch,” Wednesday winced, her hand cut itself on one of the ruby jewels on the hilt. It caused a few trickles of blood to fall down her hand.

When Wednesday turned around to climb out of the hole, she realized it had disappeared. Along with Enid. Along with the rest of the world.

Wednesday was faced with total darkness.

“Enid?” Wednesday looked around, trying to not let worry seep into her voice.

There was nothing but black all around, Wednesday took a step forward and heard the sound of water.

She looked down at her feet. It was as if she was walking on a giant slab of perfectly even and smooth obsidian rock, but it had a thin layer of water evenly spaced on its surface.

“Enid! Where are you?” Wednesday called out but was met with only her own echo and the sound of dripping water.

Wednesday kept looking around but was only met with shadow and darkness. She wondered if this was a vision, but it was nothing like she’d ever experienced before.

Then she heard it, the sound of water rushing her at her. It sounded like it was coming from behind, and Wednesday bolted in the opposite direction of the noise.

No matter how fast she ran, it felt like she didn’t move, the darkness was never ending as the tidal wave bounded behind her. She tried looking back in an attempt to see her impending doom, but she was met with only darkness, even when she could feel the water just nipping at her heels.

The small licks of the water kept teasing her back, until the entire wall hit her like a truck and was taken over.

Wednesday was flung all around within the current, she struggled against it, trying to find her way to the surface, but couldn’t. She was slowly losing oxygen, unable to breath until-

She was spat out. She coughed and spluttered, trying to set her vision right. It took her a moment to realize that she was once again surrounded by color.

She was finally pulled out of her stupor by a high pitch scream. She whipped her head to the side to see where it was coming from.

It was a very familiar girl, who was about Wednesday’s age, her hands were outstretched as if she was pushing against something very hard.

A few yards across from her stood a giant pilgrim, he was looking around trying to see how he could get out of the wall of fire that was surrounding him. Wednesday’s eyes widened when she realized it was Joseph Crackstone.

“Goody Addams!” Crackstone boomed, “Stop now, and you will not be damned a witch!”

The young girl only roared at him, and the fire drew in closer.

Wednesday got up and approached the duo. She saw Goody’s Book of Shadows laying by her feet, the page open displaying the words ‘Blood Seal.’ Goody’s hands shook and wavered, blood billowing from the slash marks on her palms.

“I will not be fooled by your empty words Crackstone! You will suffer the same way you killed my family and friends!”

Crackstone growled at the girl, “You can’t kill me Goody! I know what the dead are like, I’ve read your book! I’ll find a way to come back! And then I’ll hunt you all down! I’ll destroy you and all your kin!”

“Not with this you won’t! This blood lock will seal you away for good!” Goody clenched her fists into her wound, more blood trickled down her arm and floated towards Crackstone and the flames.

The fire started licking Crackstone, he howled in agony, “Even so! My kin will carry on my will! None of you will be safe!”

Goody screeched, as she pulled her arms inward, and the fire started to draw in closer to Crackstone, consuming him. His flesh started to sear and melt off his bones.

“Blood will rain, Goody Addams! Blood will rain, WHEN I RISE!” Crackstone bellowed with laughter as he burned. He was still laughing as the flames overtook him.

The fire vanquished when Goody dropped to her knees, gasping for air.

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” she spat at the nearly fleshless skeleton in front of her.

Wednesday took a step forward towards Goody, but was blindsided with another wall of water. Instead of being carried away over a distance like the first time, she instead was knocked over, into a new scene.

It looked like a war meeting in an underground bunker. Outcasts of various creeds gathered around a table with a map and little trinkets, some most likely representing their side and an enemies’.

“If we don’t reinforce our defenses on the left wall soon, we’ll be open for another attack,” The white hair blonde woman slammed her fist on the table. It was an older Goody.

Another woman, brown hair and dressed in black stepped forward, but then the vision got blurry and distorted, until the scene got situated again, almost flashing forward.

“We’ll make the preparations,” one of the male outcasts stated before walking out with a handful of others.

“Goody, you should rethink this,” the brown-haired woman said.

“I can’t, not when someone has to protect us,” she slammed the jewel encrusted knife down onto the table, piercing the map before walking away.

Another wave of water hit Wednesday, and yet again the scene changed.

Now she saw the older Goody, on her knees and bloodied. A black cloaked figure stood above her, one hand around her throat, the other hand wielded the same knife from the previous vision.

“T-traitor,” Goody gurgled out with some blood, her hands, also bloodied, were clawing at the figure’s arm.

Wednesday watched black figure swing its knife down piercing Goody’s chest, but when it collided, Wednesday clutched her chest as if she felt it too.

The shock of the knife hitting her caused her to close her eyes from the pain, and as if the pain wasn’t enough, her head began to split as a flood of memories and visions flooded into her head.

Every vision she ever had, every interaction with Goody and Crackstone. With Tyler. With Laurel Gates. Memories of her family, of the last semester. Her head felt like it was going to explode, and she wasn’t sure if the high pitch screaming noise was coming from a vision or from herself.

Suddenly, one memory cut through all the rest making them white noise, one of Wednesday’s worst.

“You'll use anyone to get what you want, even if it means putting them in danger!” Her memory of Enid hurled at her. The blow of what she said hurt Wednesday more than the knife that went through Goody’s heart.

Wednesday gasped for air, and forcibly wrenched her eyes open, not wanting to see any more of that scene.

When they opened, she saw the dark and cold night sky, no longer the endless black depths she was trapped in.

She was sprawled across her dead ancestors’ skeleton, gasping for air. Completely disoriented, she jolted when she felt a weight on her shoulder, shaking her and flicking at her. She turned her head to the side, it was Thing.

“Thing! What are you- you’re supposed to be-,” she began to ask, but stopped when she saw his panicked dancing and pointing at the sky, “Enid!”

Wednesday sat up, threw the knife into her bag, grabbed Thing, and started pulling her numb body out of the grave. She looked around, but didn’t see Enid within the vicinity, “Enid!” She scream-whispered, unable to bring her voice to full shout just yet.

She threw her glove on, ignoring the pain as it raked against her new wound, and fumbled with her flashlight in her numb fingers.

As she looked around, instead of finding Enid, she found the grounds of a battlefield. Large gashes were made in the grounds, trees, and tombstones nearby.

“Enid!” Wednesday shouted louder, she was breathing heavier by the second, she couldn’t find her friend. She frantically kept spinning in place trying to find a clue as to where Enid could be.

This can’t be her doing, it‘s nowhere near a full moon. And without the ability to wolf out, Enid wouldn’t be able to protect herself. Wednesday thought, her head swirling.

“You'll use anyone to get what you want, even if it means putting them in danger!” The memory of Enid yelling rushed through her head again.

Wednesday felt her heart beating faster. It’s my fault if she’s hurt again. We wouldn’t be out here if I-

Thing brought her out of her panic for a moment, tapping on her shoulder and pointing towards a deeper part of the forest.

The trees looked like they had been broken down and formed a circle, like something giant had rolled or drilled its way through them. Wednesday forced her frozen legs to start moving forward, and followed her way into the forestry cavern.

The deeper she went she would whisper out Enid’s name, afraid to alert whatever attacked them in case it was nearby.

Finally, Wednesday got to what appeared to be the end of the wreckage, and lying in the middle of the creature made alcove was an odd mound on the floor. A body.

Wednesday flooded her flashlight over the body, unable to breathe, “Enid?”

The light found its way to the top of the body, a matt of blonde hair. But what shook Wednesday to her core, were the red clothes Enid was wearing.

Because Enid wasn’t wearing red that night.

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A/N: Now did Weds face darken because she was angry, or blushing, or both? 030

For the tumblr crowed: Ah-ha! I wasn’t lazy/busy this time and posted it on Sat like I promised! TT0TT

You know, this story was originally going to take place the next fall semester (aka the next school year), then I realized that in canon it’d been the next spring semester (like a month or two later). And I forgot I already wrote Pubert in lkdsajfl;kajf TT0TT Luckily I was already going to make an abnormally short gestation (for humans) joke, so I’m just rolling with it here klfajsald;kjfksjdaf This mf is alive in this universe, I don’t care if Wedn is lying (and we just didn’t see him in S1 for reasons) or not.

Goody’s birthdate and death date is based off of the 1625 date we have in canon and assuming she’s 16, like Wednesday, during that time frame. After that it’s just addition and subtraction.

The play was pretty good, it was a middle school version (didn’t know going into it), it was cute. I think it was easier to sit through that source material when it’s kids doing it because I can be like “oh it’s what a kid thinks Addams Family is like!” rather than “A grown ass adult made this and completely misunderstood the source material.” So uh….if you ever watch it, watch the kid version of it. (sadly it does cut the only Addams-y jokes…..and Gomez scenes. TT0TT)

Oh! I also got both 60s tie in novels, so let's see how fast I can blast through them and add to the references. 8U (gonna play the new Slime Rancher 2 update first tho u_u)

Fun Fact 1: In WEDNESDAY, it’s hinted that Wednesday’s character Viper is based off of Wednesday herself, and Dominica is based off of Morticia. Dominica is latin for “sunday” and thus…. My theory and joke in this fanfic is Morticia’s full name (first, middle, maiden, last) is “Morticia Sunday Frump Addams”

Fun Fact 2: Friday’s middle name is a “secret” because untangling the damn timeline in WEDNESDAY hurts. ;w; “Oh but it’s 2022” you don’t understand, there’s conflicting info. And I am very sad. ;fldksfjf Absolute pain. I’ve watched this show 30 times more than I should’ve (you think I’m joking I’m not TT0TT) and I’m still confused.

Fun Fact 3: In the 90s live action tv show remake (of the 60s show), there is a cousin named Monday Jones. They will (most likely) not be appearing in this (if I can control myself), I’ll make references to her from time to time. Maybe she’ll appear in a short story. Her personality is more like Nicole Fugere (Addams Family Reunion and 90s TV Remake) and of course Monday Jones (I read those iterations as a tad bit more sadistic versions of post-90s Wednesday if that helps).

Fun Fact 4: ‘Was born on a Tuesday’ joke was made in the Addams Family 2 animated movie, obvie can’t work with Wednesday cause she was born on a Friday the 13th in WEDNESDAY (bonus facts: the 60s ver mentions her middle name is Friday too, can’t remember if they mentioned her also being born on a Friday, I think the 70s show claims she was born on the 13th? Or she was experiencing her 13th birthday hard to tell the candles didn’t match up). So yeah I gave Tuesday to Monday Jones instead.

Anyway, see you next week for the next episode~! ;w;/

#wenclair #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclaire #wednesday netflix #wednesday (netflix)#wednesday season 2 #wednesday 2022 #wednesday (2022)#hyde in the shadows #salty writes #wednesday fanfic #fanfic

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chaotic-tired-bastard · 2 years ago

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uhuhuhuh could you do salgexicon with gn reader cuddling under the stars or general s/o headcanons with the wizard? I know these are pretty basic prompts bahahdhfjrj

Of course! I hope you like this, I did my best to make it extra-squishy :D

You groaned as you hit your foot on the fifth rock that day, frowning at the stone with impatience. This hill the party was going over was riddled with them, half of them alive, the other half disguised monsters, and one out of every hundred, regular rocks. Apparently, you were destined to hit your foot on every normal rock on the hill. It was dark, the night sky obscured by clouds; the only sources of light were Salgexicon’s staff and a torch that Scarla was carrying.

“Okay, let’s stop for the night,” Salgexicon said, poking a boulder with his staff.

It didn’t jump out or screech in pain, so it wasn't a mimic. Thank goodness for that; you had been dealing with mimics for the past few days and you were quite tired of them. “Oh, thank the stars!” Scarla groaned, not even bothering to unroll her bed roll before flopping onto the ground, tossing her torch to the side.

There was the sound of something breaking, but you were sure it was some poor, normal rock the war witch had fallen on instead of her nose or something. She rolled onto her back and yep, she had broken a decent-sized stone. However, before you could even point it out, she was snoring. Skurdgvrm sat down and started polishing his beloved axe, as he usually did before bed. Bessie just sat there, staring into nothing with her blood-red eyes. Terrifying.

Salgexicon sidled up to you, grinning shyly. “You don’t mind if I sleep with you tonight, right?” He asked, a small blush on his cheeks.

“Of course, Salgexicon,” You said, blushing a tiny bit yourself.

The both of you were pretty new to this whole “relationship” thing, but it was always kind of sweet how he always asked about anything he wanted to do first- even holding your hand! The two of you had been cuddling at night for a while. Of course, the rest of the party questioned it, but you just said it was to conserve warmth.

Nobody ever questioned that, but Scarla always gave Salgexicon a look that said, “you neeeeeeeeerd, being all squishy and lovey-dovey” You two always ignored it, but Salgexicon always seemed a bit flustered for a few minutes after that. It was absolutely adorable.

You and Salgexicon went about setting up your usual bed, which was literally just both of your bed rolls smushed together. You laid down and Salgexicon basically fell on you, rolling you over and pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You giggled, batting his face away gently. “Oh, stop it, you goober,” You giggled.

“Never,” Salgexicon said. “I feel like I’m forgetting something, though. You, cuddles, bed roll…” He trailed off, squinting in concentration.

He snapped his fingers, a satisfied look appearing onto his face. “Of course- the protective bubble!”

He mumbled a few words in a language you didn’t understand and you felt the familiar, warm feeling of his magic wash over you. A soft, almost transparent, red bubble appeared, encasing the entire party easily and some more space. Some of the clouds above you were shoved to the side, the bubble altering their course. In its doing so, it exposed the stars.

You had always liked the stars. They shined with that beautiful, otherworldly light that felt like it could encase you whole, burning away all of your worries and fears. It was like Salgexicon’s magic- pure and whole.

You sighed happily, settling back into Salgexicon’s arms. He hummed, raising an eyebrow as he glanced up. “You like the stars?” He asked, nuzzling your hair.

You hummed in agreement. “Always have,” You mumbled, a smile gracing your face.

Salgexicon smiled, pressing a kiss to your hair. You felt his lips move, mouthing words you couldn’t make any sense of, and the clouds parted some more. The stars were beautifully bright, shining like diamonds on black velvet-so soft and yet so vivid.

You grinned, turning your head to press a kiss to Salgexicon’s cheek. “Thank you, Salgexicon,” You mumbled, smiling softly.

Salgexicon blushed, burying his face in your shoulder and mumbling a soft “No problem…”

He was smiling- you could tell. He was so sweet; he would often do small things like this that he knew would make you happy. Neither of you were big on the ginormous gestures of affection, so you settled for small gifts. Whenever he did something like this, though, you couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with adoration and affection.

Salgexicon fell asleep before you did. You felt his breathing slow and his eyes drift shut, his body relaxing as he drifted off. You were drowsy as well, but less so than him. He’d been smacking mimics away from the party for the entire day; you were surprised he hadn’t passed out when he hit the bed roll.

You focused on his slow, steady breathing and found yourself drifting off, your eyes drifting shut. The stars winked overhead, glimmering as the two of you slept, wrapped in each other’s embrace.

#Salgexicon #Salgexicon x Reader #Reader #Salgexicon x GN reader #GN Reader #Fluff #Brain-melting fluff #Steam Powered Giraffe #SPG

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let-me-luve-you · 4 years ago

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The Scared Runaway

Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader

Summary: The reader finds out life changing news and she is scared of what her family will think, especially her father.

Warnings: Teenage Pregnancy, Angst, Teenage Runaway,

MASTERLIST

Your heart stopped as you looked down at the two lines. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you thought about what it meant. You sat down on the floor staring into space thinking about how your life was now changing.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

You were 17 and pregnant.

You stayed locked in the bathroom until you heard your little brother knock on the door to tell you dinner was ready. You told him you would be there shortly. You got up and grabbed the test and box. You ran to your room to hide it in your bedside table.

Dinner tonight was just your younger sisters, brother, and stepmom. When you sat down, Danneel instantly noticed something was off about you. She also noticed your red eyes.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” She asked quietly as not to worry your siblings.

“I’m fine.” You said while trying to give a convincing smile. As you sat quietly at dinner, you tried to think how you were going to tell your dad. He wasn’t going to be happy with you at all. You started thinking of how he might kick you out. Not wanting you around your siblings because you were a horrible role model.

“I’m done. Thank you Dee for dinner.” You said getting up. Not waiting to be excused, you grabbed your plate to put in the sink. You ran to your room. You shut and locked the door behind you. You knew your dad was coming home late tomorrow night which gave you roughly 24 hours to figure out how to handle everything.

As you laid on your bed thinking about how to tell your dad, you couldn’t quit thinking about all of the negative outcomes. He was going to disown you. He was going to kick you out. He wasn’t going to help you. As the thoughts ran wild in your head, you heard a knock

“Y/N, I’m going to bed. If you need me or need to talk, you know where to find me.” You heard Dee said.

You stayed quiet. Making Dee sigh and walk away. You knew you were already disappointing her so you did the only thing that made sense in that moment. You packed a bag to leave on your own terms.

You packed as much as you could in your giant rolling suitcase. You grabbed your school bag and put your laptop in it. Once your bags were packed, you grabbed a piece of paper and started a note to your father.

Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m a failure as a daughter. I won’t tell you what I did, but I will tell you I know if you knew what I did, I would disappoint you. I can’t do that. I don’t want to see the anger in your eyes. It’ll be better this way. I’m leaving to protect you, Dee, and the little ones. I’m not the role model they deserve. I hope one day you can understand. Just know I will always love you and be grateful to have you as my father. Don’t look for me. Just let me go.

Y/N

You fought back the tears as you left the note on your desk. You grabbed your bags and quietly left your room and the place that once kept you safe from the real world. You started walking towards Gen’s and Jared’s house. Thinking maybe you can spend the night before you move on to the next place.

You were shocked at who opened the door after you knocked. “Uncle Jared? What are you doing home? You aren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.”

He laughed, “Well we got done early so me and your dad flew back early. What are you doing here?” He asked. He frowned when he saw your suitcase. “And what are you doing here with a suitcase?”

“I was uh…” you stumbled over the words. “I was hoping I could crash here for the night, if that’s okay?”

“And you needed your Vancouver suitcase for a night over here?” He said skeptically.

“Uh yeah. Couldn’t find my other one.” You said thinking on your feet. He nodded and let you in. As you went to the guest room, Jared heard his phone go off. He looked to see Jensen calling. He answered.

“Jared.” Jensen said, sounding out of breath and panicked. “Y/N left. She’s not here. I need help finding her. She left a note for me. I can’t…”

“Calm down Jay. She’s here. She's at my house.” Jared said.

“What is she doing there?” Jensen asked. Jared looked around making sure you hadn’t come into the living room.

“I’m not sure. Said she wanted a place to crash for the night.” Jared walked quietly to the guest room. He saw you asleep on the bed, still dressed in your jeans and shoes. “Why don’t you come over? She’s asleep, but I feel like something is bothering her.”

“I’ll be there in 5.” Jensen said.

“Doors open. Let yourself in.” Jared said before hanging up.

Jensen rushed into the living room to see Jared sitting on the couch drinking a beer.

“What’s going on man? Why did she run?” Jared asked once he noticed Jensen in the room.

“I’m not sure. Said she did something I would be disappointed in. That she was leaving to protect us. Her job isn’t to protect us. It’s mine to protect her. Jared, she’s my baby girl. I can’t lose her.” Jensen said as he teared up.

Jared looked at his friend. Almost breaking at seeing the strongest person he knows struggling. “It will be okay. Stay here tonight. Be here when she wakes up. Talk to her. Let her know that no matter what, you are there for her. To support her. That there is nothing, and I mean nothing, that she could do to make you disown her or turn your back on her.”

Jensen nodded as he looked at his best friend. He sighed before turning to look towards the guest room. He walked towards the room and let himself in. He saw you asleep in jeans and shoes. He quietly walked over to you and pulled your shoes and socks off.

You stirred in your sleep and noticed your dad taking your shoes off. “Dad?” You said quietly. Jensen almost didn’t hear it. “What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you the same question.” He said with a sad laugh. “Talk to me baby girl. What made you run?”

“I can’t tell you.” You said looking away from him.

He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, “You can tell me anything and I will always listen and be here for you.”

“Not this. You won’t look at me the same. You’ll hate me.” You said.

“I will never hate you. Just talk to me. I’m here to listen to you and offer any advice I can.” Your dad said as he made you look at him. You started to cry.

“I’m sorry.” Jensen pulled you into his chest. Jared leaned on the door. Being there for additional support for his niece. Someone he has watched grow. “I’m so sorry daddy.” You repeated.

“It’s okay baby. What are you doing apologizing for?” Jensen asked.

“I’m...I’m pregnant.” You said. Jensen froze for a second before he continued to rock you to help calm you down. He looked over at Jared with sad, shocked eyes.

“Shhhh. You’re okay.” Your dad whispered as he held you tighter. Jensen’s thoughts were running wild. Thinking about how his baby girl was going to have a baby. “You’re okay Y/N/N. You’re okay.” He kissed the top of your head. “I will support you with whatever you decide. I will be there for you every step of the way.”

You pulled away and looked at him with tears still falling at a fast rate. “You aren’t kicking me out?”

“No baby. I’m not. I would never do that.” Jensen said as he wiped some of the tears from your face. “Is that why you ran? Because you thought I would kick you out?” You nodded your head. “Well I’m not.”

“Even if he did, you always have a room here Goober.” You heard Jared say while using the nickname he gave you when you were three. “You will always be welcome here. And I’m going to support you too. No matter what decision you come to with how you want to handle this.”

“Thank you Uncle Jared. I love you.” You said getting up from the bed to give him a hug. He squeezes you tightly before kissing your head.

“Love you too.” He said before looking at your dad. “You’re both welcome to stay if you want. Or if you leave, just set the alarm. I’m going to bed. Night.” He said as he walked to his room.

You sat back on the bed, anxiously picking at your fingers. Your dad noticed and grabbed your hands so you would stop.

“Let’s go home. We can talk some more when we get there.” Your dad said as he passed your shoes to you and grabbed your bags. “I’ve got the car out front so don’t worry about putting your shoes on.”

As you walked back into your room. You crawled into bed. All the emotions from the day catching up with you.

“Can we talk more in the morning? It’s been an emotionally draining day.” You said quietly to your father.

He nodded, “We can. But don’t think you are getting out of this.”

“I’m not.” You said. “Will you stay with me? I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course.” He crawled into bed and pulled you close to him so you could lay your head on his chest. Just like you did when you were younger. “I just want you to know, I was only a few years older than you when you were born. You were the best thing to ever happen to me. I was terrified. Especially since I had to raise you on my own. Anytime I felt like I was failing or felt I should quit acting, you would give me this gummy smile and would giggle. It would just light up my world and make me keep fighting for the life I wanted for you. For us. I didn’t give up and I won’t let you. I love you Y/N Y/M/N.”

“I love you too dad. I’m sorry for scaring you and leaving.” You said as you hugged him.

“Just don’t do it again and I will forgive you.” He said giving you a kiss on the head. “Now get some rest. We can talk more in the morning.”

You smiled knowing that your dad still loved you. Knowing you had support through these challenging times. Snuggled up to your dad, you had one of the best sleeps you’ve had in a while.

#jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x daughter #jensen ackles x daughter!reader #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen ackles rpf #dad!jensen ackles x daughter!reader #jensen x daughter #jensen x daughter!reader #spn rpf #supernatural rpf #jensen ackles one shot #jensen ackles imagines #jensen ackles fanfic #jensen ackles fanfiction #Jensen x reader

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spacebird-diaries · 3 years ago

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Potatoes

“Psst, Jaybird. Look.” Eddie reached over and tapped his friend’s arm, gesturing over to the tower’s kitchenette, where Bailey stared down into a pan on the stove with a concentrated frown.

Jason winced. “Since when is Bailey back in cooking rotation?”

“Shut up, that’s not what I meant,” Eddie hissed. “Keep your voice down and look.”

Dick looked around from where he was rummaging around in the pantry. “Found it!” He bounced over to Bailey and set the bottle of whatever spice it was down in front of her, using the excuse to drape his taller frame over hers. “Now are you gonna tell me what smells so divine?”

Bailey rolled her eyes and smiled, nudging his ribs with her elbow. “It’s just garlic, onion, and a little olive oil you goober. I’ve barely started cooking.”

Jason blinked, turning to Eddie with an irritated expression. “What. Why is this worth interrupting my book?”

Eddie stared at Jason. “When did that happen?”

“When did what happen?”

“What are you guys whispering about over there,” Bailey called, one hand stirring the pan and the other pushing Dick’s face away.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” Jason called back. “What are you making?”

“Experimental potatoes, if I can get your brother to shoo for a minute.” She bumped Dick’s chest with her shoulder. “Go on, get.”

“Noooo,” he insisted. “Please let me help?”

“How experimental is ‘experimental,’” Eddie whispered, looking concerned.

“She’s probably not gonna poison us on purpose,” Jason said, rolling his eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me --” He lifted the book back up, pointedly settling against the arm of the couch.

There was a yelp, and a plume of flame shot up out of the pan. Dick grabbed Bailey by the shoulder, pulling her back, using the other hand to slide the lid over the pan.

Jason groaned and marked his page, setting the book down on the coffee table with a thump. “That’s it, both of you out of the kitchen. Shoo, I’ll save this mess.”

Bailey bowed her head, embarrassed, and shuffled out of the kitchen. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

Dick’s arm wrapped around her shoulders comfortingly. “Hey, everyone starts somewhere. Everyone still has their eyebrows and no curtains caught fire, so you’re doing better than some of my early attempts.”

Bailey snorted, dropping onto the couch with a grin. “You’re kidding.”

“I am not. Ask Wally about it sometime -- I spent a week learning how to pencil my eyebrows on in a way that didn’t make me look stupid.” Dick sat down next to Bailey, stealing Jason’s vacated seat.

“It didn’t work,” Jason snarked.

Bailey scoffed, settling against Dick’s chest and drawing her legs up onto the seat beside her. “Don’t listen to him, Birdie, your eyebrows look amazing.”

“When the hell did you two start dating,” Eddie burst out, then quickly pulled back, fingers tapping at the arm of his chair. “Nope, sorry, that was rude of me. But seriously, when did this happen?” He gestured to the two of them with a wave.

Dick and Bailey suddenly found themselves on opposite ends of the couch.

“Pff, dating? Who, us?” Bailey laughed, desperately trying to pretend she wasn’t blushing.

“We aren’t -- no, I mean -- what?” Dick found himself fascinated by the lampshade.

“Tch, yeah,” Bailey continued, still trying to act cool. “He wishes.”

“I mean, kinda?”

“What?” Bailey snapped her head around, eyes wide.

“What? I didn’t say anything.” Dick stared down at the carpet.

Bailey gave a nervous chuckle and glanced at the clock. “Oh, would’ja look at the time. I, um, gotta go. Meeting up with... a friend. For dinner.” She scrambled off the couch, tugging her jacket from beneath Eddie’s back as she went for the door. “I, uh, I’ll see y’all later. Bye!”

Dick stood up too, heading for the window. “Yeah, I, um. I have patrol or... Something. I’ll be back before late, but don’t wait up for me. See ya!”

Jason huffed a sigh, glaring over the kitchen counter as the other two left. “They’re total idiots, and claiming to just be very physically affectionate friends. But now they’re gonna be awkward about it for weeks and we all have to deal with it. Thanks, Ed.”

Eddie scuffed a toe against the rug. “...At least the potatoes smell good?”

#ship tag: Birds of Paradise #this is only semi-canonical #might be proper canon if i can make it fit the timeline #but this is 100% inspired by that out-of-context panel Lavie tagged me in #there's a betting pool because half the super-community is watching this soap opera and doesn't know how else to deal with it #ficlets

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nothisis-ridiculous · 4 years ago

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Take Me Home Now: Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen: Take Me Home

Set after the events of ME3.

A rewrite. Ao3

FemShepxKaidan

Mostly Smut.

Mary's shuddering breaths didn't go unnoticed from across the glass table. The flickering of her blue eyes only available because of the reflective surface, but it meant she could also see the bouncing of his knee. The words stuck in his throat transferred the kinetic energy elsewhere. Was this a time he let her speak first, or was he supposed to say something? What could he say? His cocktail of anger, guilt, and relief settled uncomfortably in his gut. It all wanted out, but all at once, it all felt wrong.

Her eyes moved to the man, braving the move from reflection to the physical being in front of her. The extra creases in his forehead and around his eyes, it was all subtle but an indication of the passage of time. For the second time, years had divided them. Just as she had done then, her eyes roamed the details of him. The white creases around the fingers that curled into a fist, the raised wrist bone that led into a line of hard muscle covered in thick black hairs that always stood at attention. The coarse hairs felt like paradise against the friction of her softest skin. The blue of his casuals suited him nicely- the same medium blue that seemed a part of him now, an association she could never part him from. The cut of the form-fitted shirt complimented him, finding that she preferred the softness over the harsh cut of combat-worn muscles. Not that she doubted he had lost any edge. Kaidan was disciplined and thorough.

Her gaze snapped to him, he didn't flinch but let it wash over him. It shouldn't be this difficult to speak- to bridge the distance between them. They had gone to hell and back several times over. What was a colossal misstep compared to finding her in bed with Cereberus? Was his anger out of misplaced guilt for not looking for her? To imagine her waiting, suffering, she had started cracking hard after Thessia. What had being left alone on Earth after witnessing such broad-scale destruction done to her? Were the scars a reflection of the deeper wounding in her soul? He would undoubtedly feel hurt to find his team had not looked for him.

Why didn't he speak? Come closer? But would the apology really make everything better? It could all be placating motions without the intent of acting on the words. Instead of confrontation or mounting him on the table her emotions welled into a caustic ball. Her dream was within reach, but she felt nothing but afraid it would suddenly yank out from under her. Teetering between ardent and violent, the solution to releasing both was walking away. Helen couldn't keep her here. She was an adult, after all.

Kaidan bowed his head as Mary squeezed behind him, this was it. She could leave and-

He stumbled from his chair, kicking it aside to grasp at her wrist. His aim was completely off. The hand instead graced her side, winding perhaps with intent now down to her hip. It grabbed onto what it was able to, with the help of Shepard pulling him suddenly in. Hips colliding with a thunk as her back met the molding of the doorframe, the flash of her canine releasing her lower lip driving him into a neglected grin. It hurt his face in the best of ways.

Her fingers wound into his belt loops, securing but not holding him there. Those whiskey orbs were intoxicating, beckoning her to surrender- to let her dissolve into the warmth of his body, even if for just tonight. Her head tilted to the side, exposing the lines of her neck, which he drank in. His head bobbed, questioning where to start; Kaidan could choose to drive her wild with a nibble of her earlobe or torture her with his smiling lips pressed against hers. She began to decide for him, lifting onto her toes, "do I need to ask, Alenko?"

After the obligatory chuckle, their lips collided. The first brush was chaste, savoring her taste on his lips. The second had no-holds-barred, Kaiden pressed into her greedily her legs willingly hiking around his torso. Mary's right hand wound into his hair, while the other ran up his belly. It was obviously far less supple than she anticipated, a year and some change of hard labor would do that. Admittedly, combined with some less than stellar eating habits. But it didn't seem to slow her, the tingle of her biotics flaring feeding into his synapses.

Why did his hands stay confined to her hair and back? The rest of her burned for his touch. In revolt, her teeth tugged on his bottom lip, goading him on with a playful smirk. She got her reward, as his lips ghosted over her earlobe, the hand bunched within her hair holding her head still. The hand spread at the small of her back, arching it in a way that let her feel the full length of him. Her impatient fingers scrambled for the edge of his shirt, rather clumsily yanking it untucked. It was hard to focus in this moment.

Kaidan hoisted her up again, pulling her from the wall. It had to be getting uncomfortable by now and this was beginning to lead somewhere that they would want a soft surface. Mary's soft sigh a clue to her disappointment, but this lack of uninterrupted privacy was nothing new to the couple. It was impossible to have tryst tucked away aboard a fully staffed warship. They were lucky she had the captain's quarters, here he had his room. Funny to be bringing her here after all this time. Still, he hoped for the chance to make love to her in a place that belonged to both of them- no hiding, throwing clothes about wherever they pleased. He wanted that kind of home for her. This line of hopeful thinking keeping his head above water as they struggled to get the Normandy airborne again, and later when he labored to reconnect a relay to get back to Earth.

She brought into a room that had been well perused in the wee hours of the night. It felt too bold to enter in the light hours, such an escapade better left for hours suited to the endeavor. The books and posters lining his wall were a backdrop as she was lowered to the bed, velvety lips followed along her neck. But first, she was owed a shirt, grasping for the garment before he gave it up with a chuckle. Slowly he worked it off, tantalizing her with flashes of skin and the rolling of his hips. Whipping it off with a self-satisfied smile, irritated she pulled him forward with her legs.

Kaidan landed with his arms on either side of her, nuzzling his nose into the side of her ear gently pulling the flesh of her lobe. If Mary weren't already impatient, this would do her in. Try as he might to slow her down, she had never proven to be anything but impatient when it came to sex. He'd have to teach her. She was already moving to tear the T-shirt and sports bra from her torso, craving the feel of his skin. Shepard yearned for touch. A byproduct of years she had spent without it on several occasions. To help, his thumbs hitched into her pants, wrestling them from her. Lips quick to follow the line of her neck, his tongue dipped into the ravine of her collar bone before trailing down a flattened breast and to the ridges of her ribcage.

His hands proceeded his mouth, trailing along her sides before gripping into the flesh of her buttocks. The lean times she endured evident on her body, muscle and the soft layer around her was harsher, the angles jarring a reflexive frown. Kaidan didn't wish his disappointment to show, burying his face between her thighs.

She gripped uselessly at the sheets, her legs held pinned by his thick arms. She tried to dislodge him but he lingered in that sensitive spot working her until she stopped fighting him. Until her lips cried out his name, over and over again.

He lunged for her mouth, capturing it as their hands worked clumsily to release him. The beckoning of her curling body beneath him answered in short order with a fully hilted thrust. Now, Mary would allow him to take this at his own pace- but at the moment- his control slipped and already begged for release. He was more worked up than he thought. So much for savoring the moment of reuniting with the woman that entangled his soul- or was it all the dreaming of this moment? Months in the vain hope he could hold her again, and the months of dreams her demise haunted. They taunted him with the one he could never have again.

His release was quick.

She was held until her breathing slowed, his weight comforting as it pressed against her. The gentle nuzzling of his forehead and chaste ghosting of his lips over her scars lulling her into a false promise of sleep.

"Hey, hey," he rumbled, pulling her eyes to him, "how about a bathroom visit, and I'll meet you back here in five?"

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Little had changed about Kaidan; the goober still insisted that she hydrate. Better yet, his hands roamed her back, connecting freckles at random with the tip of his finger. His hot breath trickled down her spine and over her traps, the warmth that emanated from him his proximity. His brown eyes flickered up to meet her eyes.

"Yes?" he would likely insist she keep drinking.

Kaidan was still predictable, but with a caveat, "not my most impressive performance."

Jane reached back, pulling up his jaw with a finger, "hush," giving him a peck on the cheek before taking another pull from the glass.

"So, blonde?"

"So help me, if you make one joke-"

"I had a good one about a blonde walking into Afterlife and-," Kaidan chuckled deeply, bowing out to her narrowing pupils, "I like it. It suits the pooh bear PJ wearing Mary, I know."

Was she that person anymore? That name wasn't familiar, it vaguely registered as her own, but something in the connection was lost—the static pulsed at the edges of her brain.

"What are you thinking?" his lips pressed against the junction of her collarbone and shoulder, snapping her out for a moment.

Jane was terrible for wanting to run, but she couldn't voice that now. Not with the amber eyes that probed her gently, she didn't deserve them, "that you're warm."

He grinned, "finish your water, and then you can scooch closer."

She downed the glass with a flourish and half-bow, the Major pulled her into him playfully. Sweeping her into the cradle of his body- Shepard didn't need the protection but he liked to imagine he could still offer it to her. He worried for her; his Mary felt less like herself. Less of herself. Not just in mass but in the spirit behind her eyes. She was emptier, damaged in a way that wasn't familiar. Previously she had handled every setback so well, but now she seemed so frail. Different. As much as he wanted to, ringing it out of her did not seem fair. Not when he was delighted to have her back. Admittedly the whiplash of suddenly holding into her again was still churning within his psyche; it was all so quick. He feared that she would slip away.

That it was another fantasy.

Waking up and grasping empty sheets, Kaidan questioned his memory.

#fshenko #shenko #kaidan alenko #mass effect fancition #mass effect spoilers #smut #take me home

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imgonnagetkilledbynutstink · 3 years ago

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Mcelroy quotes

"OH GOD OH FUCK HES GONNA EAT MY BONES" "YOUR TOUCAN BONES"

"Toucan Dan the spooky badooky toucan man"

"Listen kids, people are gonna try to give you guns all the time, but theyre no cool. Listen to Toucan Dan. Chili dogs"

"I wish we had lorenzo music on call" "i think he passed away" "... i wish we had lorenzo music on the planet, then"

"WELCOME TO THE STARSHIP FUTURE TIMES"

"I come for you in the sleeping hours!"

"Is he your son or your husband?" "My sonsband"

"Can i be strong?" "I think you are strong" "no i need to be stronger... like king of the universe strong"

"Gonna put you in this prison toilet... cause thats what you are, you're a stink man" "garbage boy" "garbage boy stink man"

"She looks like a human goldfish"

"No eyelids??? WHY IS THAT AN OPTION!? YOU NEED THOSE"

"Hey whats going on in here??" "NOTHING, TRASH HULK. ME AND METAL HUSBAND ARE COOKING YOU A MEAL WHICH I WILL FEED YOU IN BABY BOTTLE CAUSE YOU. ARE. MAN. BABY"

*types in "pam the existence eater"*

"COME TO ME MY SHAUN-STER"

"HAS ANYONE SEEN MY VERY LITTLE HUSBAND!?"

"Hes not my love child anyways. My love child is like, a can of peas back at home"

"HES LIKE A ROTTISERIE CHICKEN"

"HAVE YOU BEEN TO MY FOREST OF SONS??"

"Did you literally do anything to trigger that?" "I tried to turn everyone into dogs and i get why the game wouldn't like that!"

"HONEY I SHRUNK THE YOU"

*types in "set underwear to no"*

"The force of these things being birthed from my womb is gonna push me through the ceiling"

"HES LIKE A HUMAN BOTTLE OF OLIVE OIL"

"I want his soul in a jar so i can put it on my desk"

"OH... YEAAAAH GHOST DAD"

"My boy Stevo's gonna drink an alligator's weener"

"Please stop throwing me off if tall shit"

"Having been recon- dont- pit- stop- throw- dont- throw- if you- dont- stop- throw-"

"You're on some next level shit. I gotta start throwing my children"

"Great bones, man" "thats a high quality set of bones in that goblin"

"You ready to make some genuine wrestle boys?"

"My perfect baseball son"

"I CAN SEE HIS MOUTHY MOUTH GUMMY WORKS"

"Aw beans, i look like a real goober"

"Thats true... thats a real good point griffin, i guess ive never blamed god for rats before"

"Holy shit... LOOK AT RAT BABY'S MADDEST HOPS"

"I dont knwo what you want me- i goofed up very good"

"This isnt my grandpa's Dark Souls" "no its your grandma's Dark Souls if your grandma is a witch that hangs out behind the Arby's"

"Hey dude? Your desk is pizza. Like, i dont want to tell you how to do your thing... but your desk is pizza"

"That movie is piss... that movie is piss. End of sentence, end of thought"

"It looks like you're falling into a portal that is a man"

"Hey guys, its president Obama. Ive been watching the entire time, and no"

"Thats my hero wood"

"He looks like a skin diaper"

"Like if Bill Nye amd Bill Nye had a baby with a mushroom. What would that look like? And the answer is a sad dinosaur"

"JUSTIN, THE BLOOD DINOSAUR IS BACK"

"I cant believe i have to play this normal!"

".... HOW DID THAT GIVE ME MORE PANTS!?"

"Youve taken me to two sex dungeons amd this is the worst place youve taken me so far! Its full of demons and it crashes my computer!"

"Im gonna get some poppy corn" "no we cannot stay here" "im staying and im getting some fucking poppy corn"

"Tonino's, i was possessed by the bad chair"

"I think these two people are about to have sex- should we go? Should we go? Should we go? Should we go? I just shot myself off the space station"

"I just clicked on your wings and it asked me if i wanted to finger your wings??" "Where are you?" "I think im in hell?"

"Theres so much nudity in Second Life! Its like 🎶everywhere you look there's a breast or three🎶" "🎶on the same person🎶"

"Oh god the anime vagina's back... its right next to a place called Muddy Country"

"I lost what makes the boy mayer a boy mayer... now he just kinda looks like a man mayer"

"I hope thats not disconcerning for them... to see a skateboarding pizza man and a trash boy"

*types into chat "pizza crime is eternal"*

"I just made myself kinda a boy hat?" "Well the good news is, now she has a reason to drink"

"WHATS UP EVERYBODY, I THINK DOGS SHOULD VOTE"

"I just told them i think its so progressive that they let skateboarders in and they booted me"

" ive made kinda a pizza party prison- like a personal panned pizza party prison?"

"The music is actually so loud im kinda having a panic attack" "to southern country?" "Yeah"

"I simply cant" "you can't?" "Not with the Bart"

"Someone has a sign with trump holding all the chaos emeralds"

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toothpastecanyon · 4 years ago

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A Name From the Mailbox, Chapter 1

Dipper finds out the author's name before Not What He Seems. It's not the person he expected.

See most updated version on Archive of Our Own.

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“Step right up to the Mystery Shack, folks! Name’s Stanford Pines, Mr Mystery!”

Dipper looked up as Stan came through the door. He watched his uncle shoot him a winning grin before turning it on a group of unsuspecting tourists.

“This right here’s the gift shop! I know this kinda place is usually the last stop at your museum or whatever, but we do it different here, folks! Look around; everything’s weird, and it’s for sale! Buy something. Seriously, we’re not moving on till everyone buys something.”

He looked at the tourists milling about the counters, and jumped slightly when Stan appeared next to him.

“How’s it hanging, kid?”

“Wh-what?”

“You look like you seen a ghost or a shower or something.” Stan flipped up his eyepatch. “You been staying up too late again? I told you you were working the till today.”

He stared at his uncle’s face. Underneath the table, his hands clenched a piece of paper.

“Uh, Grunkle Stan?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I… can I ask you somethi-“

“Hey, tourists coming your way.” Stan jumped up. “Tell me after the tour, eh?”

“But-“ Dipper watched him walk off. He made a face, and looked down to the note in his hands he’d taken from a mailbox in the woods.

WHO IS THE AUTHOR? It read.

THE AUTHOR OF THE JOURNALS IS STANFORD FILBRICK PINES.

“You like that shirt, kid? If you throw in another one, I’ll make it two for the price of three!” Stanford Pines stood before the line, leaning on his cane. “No refunds!”

Dipper frowned.

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“There’s no way he’s the author.”

“Aww, c’mon, Dipper!” Mabel swung her feet as she sat on her bed. “You said the same thing about McGucket, and look what happened there! Maybe Grunkle Stan really wrote it?” She grinned. “Maybe he knows about unicorns! We should ask him, Dipper! Dipperrrr!”

Dipper stood in front of his corkboard. He pressed Stan’s picture against the centre, and then hesitated. “It just… it doesn’t line up. If he’s the author, what’s the deal with the six fingers? And the whole Mystery Shack thing - why would he just drop all his research to open a tourist trap in the middle of nowhere?”

“Maybe he’s doing it in secret?”

“Maybe, but… it just doesn’t make sense that it’s him.” He rolled his eyes at the photo of Stan posing with his wax twin. “I thought that the author was gonna be someone who actually likes the supernatural, for one. Stan doesn’t even want to talk about it with me.”

Mabel watched him sigh, and slump against the bedrest. She came over, and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, bro, maybe you should tell him!”

“Why? It took raising the dead for him to admit magic exists at all. I don’t think he’d admit to it even if he was the author.”

“Oh, yeah, karaoke night! We should do that again!” She giggled at his expression. “I’m joking, goober. But really, you should just ask him. He promised to be more honest with us, right? Maybe if he knows you know, he’ll know it’s okay to let you know what he knows, you know?”

“What he promised was that he wouldn’t keep any more secrets,” Dipper muttered, but he rose to his feet. “Fine. I guess it’s worth asking first. You think he’s in the living room?”

“Yeah, I saw him watching that weird fancy soap opera when I went to find Waddles. He tried to change the channel before I saw it, but he can’t hide anything from me!”

“Apparently, he can.” Dipper picked up the journal, stared at it for a moment, then put it under his arm. “Let’s go, Mabel.”

The two of them made their way down the stairs, and into the hallway. The light of the TV left a harsh glow on the floorboards as they stepped into the living room. Stan was sitting there in the dark; Dipper looked at his face, and for a moment he really tried to imagine Stan as the author, as the man who’d spent years in the forests of Gravity Falls, who’d made dozens of intricate illustrations and detailed notes on the oddities within…

Then Stan met his eyes, and he jumped. Stan jumped too, and quickly changed the channel.

“Oh, kids! I was looking for something to watch, but there’s, uh, nothing on.” He coughed. “You wanna put on a movie, or something?”

“Ooo, Dream Boy High!”

“Mabel!” Dipper shot her a look. “That’s not why we came down here.”

“Awww…”

“Oh yeah?” Stan scratched his chest. “What’s up, kid?”

Dipper took a deep breath. He clenched the journal against his chest. “Uh, Grunkle Stan?”

“Yeah?”

“You know the, uh, the journal, right?” He watched Stan’s face carefully. “I’ve spent - we’ve spent, um, all summer so far trying to figure out who the author of it is, and - you’ve lived in Gravity Falls all your life, right?”

“More or less.” He frowned. “Why? I told you, I don’t know nothing about that spooky journal of yours.”

“But we’re starting to think you do, Grunkle Stan! We think… you’re the author!” He waited for Stan to say something, but he just furrowed his brow and turned up the TV. “We found this - this mailbox in the woods that knows everything, and we asked it who the author was and it said Stanford Pines!”

Then Dipper saw it: a flash of something across Stan’s face. He stared at Dipper for a moment with wide, shaken eyes, and Dipper blinked.

“It… it’s true! You are the author!”

“Stanford…?” Stan shook his head. “Kid, I’m not the author.”

“But-“

“You found this out from what, a mailbox in the woods? Oh yeah, that’s a real smoking gun.” He chucked, but now Dipper heard something distinctly forced in it. “You really, heh, really found me out!”

“But Grunkle Stan-”

Stan stood up quickly. “Hah, listen, kid, the only thing I’ve been writing for thirty years is attraction signs, and I pawn most of that off on Soos! You really think I’ve got time to wander off into the forest and write all the stuff that journal’s talking about? I got a business to run!”

“But it was an all-knowing mailbox, it couldn’t be wrong…” Dipper clicked his pen. “What about that boarded-up room in the shack, with the mind-switching carpet? That doesn’t make sense, someone had to have made that, and you said you had this Shack built yourself!” He followed Stan into the kitchen. “And hey, why’d you build it so far out of town anyway? And right next to the secret bunker and where this journal was hidden?”

“Secret bunker?” Stan raised an eyebrow. “When’d you kids go down a secret bunker?”

“Like a week ago!” Mabel grinned. “We fought a shapeshifter and Dipper’s inner emotions!”

He frowned. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, you kids went down in some spooky bunker? I thought you promised not to go looking for trouble with that journal!”

“And I thought you promised you didn’t have any more secrets!”

“And I don’t!” Stan shook his head. “Yeesh, kid, I mean, I don’t know what to tell you! I’m not your nerdy author!”

“But-”

He grabbed the journal. “And I’m taking this stupid thing.”

“Hey, Grunkle Stan!”

“I should’ve done it the second I laid eyes on it. You kids get into enough trouble without a literal roadmap to all the weirdness in this place.”

“No! You can’t do that!” Dipper clenched his fists. “Give it back!”

“Whoa, Dipper, calm down, alright?” He stashed the journal under his arm. “Look, it’s for your own good. Your head’s getting way too wrapped up in this mystery stuff; I think you could do with a break.”

“But I’m so close to getting to the bottom of all the big secrets of this town! You can’t take it away now!”

“I’m sorry, kid, but I just can’t trust you with it!” He tried for a grin. “C’mon, how’s about we have some real summer fun rather than this conspiracy junk? Y’know, put on some popcorn, throw on a show… heck, I’ll even let you pick. Don’t get used to it, alright?” He chuckled. “So, what do you say, kids?”

“Yeah!” Mabel looked to her brother. “You should pick Dream Boy High, Dipper! Dipper?”

Dipper looked up at his Grunkle’s face for a moment, took a deep breath, and then spoke. “I say,” he started, “I’m gonna go to my room, and I’m gonna find out what you’re hiding from me, journal or no journal!”

Then he turned and walked out of the room. Stan watched him go, then looked to Mabel, who shrugged.

“I guess he’s not up for it tonight? Anyway, I’ll get the popcorn on, Grunkle Stan-”

“Hey, hey, hold your horses.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “You know, it’s gettin’ late and all. Let’s do this some other time, okay?”

“Oh, really?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “You just want to watch your old man soap opera, don’t you!”

“Heh, sure.” His smile faded a bit. “That’s my secret.”

“Okayyy, but I say we are gonna watch Dream Boy High together this summer!” She gave him a hug. “Night, Grunkle Stan.”

“Night, pumpkin.”

She made her way towards the doorway, and then stopped. “Oh, and Grunkle Stan?”

“Yeah?”

There was a pause. “Are you the author?”

“What?” He blinked. “No. I have no idea what Dipper’s talking about.”

Mabel grinned. “Yeah, I kinda thought so. It sounded really cool, but can’t see you writing that journal.” She looked up at him. “You sure you don’t know anything about unicorns, though?”

“No, kid. I had a horse with a cone taped on its butt once, though. The Corniune!”

Mabel giggled, and they both shared a laugh at that. She stepped away.

“You’re silly, Grunkle Stan. Love you, enjoy your old man show!”

“Goodnight,” Stan said, and watched her skip up the steps. He heard the attic door open and shut, and then sighed. The smile fell from his face, and he stood up, brushed himself off, and looked down at the journal in his hands.

Six golden fingers gleamed at him from the cover, and he rolled his eyes.

“All-knowing mailbox in the woods, huh.” he muttered. “Thanks for telling me about that one, Poindexter.”

#gravity falls #toothwrites #dipper #mabel pines #stan pines

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Praying to the porcelain God

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You been told before never to eat from suspicious food stands, especially if you never tried them before or if Kara or Alex haven’t already approved the food. But today you forgot your lunch at home and the food from the cafeteria was not very appealing for you. One of your co-workers saw you make faces at the food options and invited you to eat lunch with them. They were going to get burgers from a new street vendor a couple of blocks away. It was too tempting; you love cheeseburgers and they made it sound like they were really good. So, you said yes. Everyone was going and you were starving.

The following day you woke up feeling a little odd, a bit nauseous but you didn’t think anything about it. You got a chamomile tea instead of coffee and went about your day as usual. Kara was already gone so you just decided to grab a yogurt and granola bar at work.

You finished getting your things ready and were about to leave the apartment when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach followed by cramping. You went to the bathroom and removed your sweater, you felt a swelling of your abdomen and yes, you lower abdomen was inflamed and felt tender to the touch. Another painful cramp made you run to the toilet and you knew you were screwed the moment you sit down.

y/n: “Fuck!!!, ughh it hurts…damn it, Alex is going to kill me” – you didn’t leave the bathroom for a while, you lamented your poor choices while you were sitting in the toilet seat.

You decided you needed to let someone know you felt like shit and wouldn’t be able to get to work with further incidents, so you called Kara. Kara was softer and if you play your card right maybe she could be the buffer between Alex’s lecturing and you. You dialed her number and put it on speaker while washing your hands, you were standing Infront of the sink mirror and put the phone down.

Kara: “Hi sweet girl, what’s up?”

You were about to respond when you felt nausea hit hard, you saw your reflection become green and you ran to toilet once again. Just in time for you to continue emptying your stomach contents, tears sprung into your eyes as the pain in your stomach grew stronger and effort of being violently ill into the porcelain bowl.

On the other side of the line, Kara was listening to you suffering. “Y/N baby? What’s wrong, where are you?” but at not getting a response she ditched everything to fly straight home following your heartbeat.

You stopped vomiting and felt exhausted, you spit into the toilet and flush it. You use toilet paper to clean you mouth and drop to the bathroom floor exhausted. Kara enter the apartment looking for you.

Kara: “y/n?, oh my God what’s wrong baby?”- Kara panics at looking at your body sprawled in the bathroom floor all pale and clammy.

y/n: “Ughh best guess? stomach bug. I just puked my guts out, and before that I emptied my bowels in a different way” - you grimace at the explosive diarrhea you went through less than half an hour ago.

Kara: “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry you feel so poorly. Come on, let me pick you up from the floor”- the blonde woman tries to pick you up, but you feel like you’re not quite over.

Y/n: “Kara, I don’t think I can move quite yet and the floor is cold, it feels nice” –you move a little on the floor to get more of the chilly sensation on your hot skin- “I feel like crap sissy” a tear runs down your cheek and you look up to your sister. Kara brushes the tear away and cradles the side of your face. You are about to move again into a sitting position when you feel your stomach painfully cramp again and you roll into a fetal position trying to make the pain lessen somehow.

Kara: “Oh baby, looks like a horrible stomach bug. But I’m so bad at human illnesses let me call Alex really quick, she is the best when it comes to this kind of things.” Kara looks desperate and seeing you so sick on the floor. Kara is now sitting next to you holding your head in her lap and running her fingers through your hair.

Y/N: “You can’t, busy. Summit in New York” – you mumble trough clenching teeth.

Kara: “I know she is busy with work, but she can take a phone call if it’s an emergency. Its her or the ER. Your call.”

y/n: “Alex…” – you much prefer hearing your helicopter sister ask a thousand question that being prod and wait in the Emergency Room.

Kara takes her phone out of her pocket and dials the number; it rings a few times and then it connects.

Alex: “Hey what’s up, everything okay?”- the red head asks immediately, knowing her sisters wouldn’t be calling her if it was not an emergency.

Kara: “No, y/n is sick. I just found her on the bathroom floor all clammy and she told me she vomited a lot. Also, she thinks it’s a stomach bug.” You can´t hear what Alex says on the phone, then Kara turns the phone on speaker “Ok hold on, yes. Ok ok now you’re on speaker now”

Alex: “Hi little one. I’m so sorry you got sick baby and I bet you feel awful but I need to ask you a few things ok?”

You nod, even though Alex cant see you, but you think if you can let her think it’s a stomach bug going around the office you’ll be off the hook and avoid the speech on getting food from street vendors.

Y/n: “Yeah ok…”- you feel to tire so yes, you can answer whatever she wants as longs she doesn’t ask you to move.

Alex: “Ok sweetie, Kara mentioned vomiting, what else are you feeling? Do you also have diarrhea? is she warm or cold Kara?

Y/N: “painful cramps, diarrhea definitely that was first and the puked my guts out. Honestly, I don’t think there’s anything left inside my intestines by this point. It was super gross Alex. I feel a little cold now. There’s a bug going on around the office and some of the guys got sick”- you say the last part a bit fast and avoid looking at Kara, then you groan in pain at another cramp.

Kara: “She is all clammy, her cheeks are flush, and she is shivering a little. Also, she is now avoiding direct eye contact…” – Kara raises an eyebrow at you, knowing there’s something you are avoiding.

Alex: – “y/n baby, was your stool a little bloody and watery? Or soft and muddy? , also Kara can you check her abdomen does it look a little swollen and prod very gently please “

y/n: “first one”- You can hear Alex give a long sigh

Kara: “definitely swollen and a bit tender”

Alex: “What did you eat yesterday either at lunch or dinner? And don’t even think about lying to me y/n. I will know if you are lying. That’s not just a stomach bug”

Kara is looking down at you worry on her face, “We ate steak and mashed potatoes with some veggies last night. Lena cooked. and I know I can’t get sick, but Lena was okay. So, what did you eat for lunch baby?”

Y/n: “a cheeseburger” –you mumble

Alex: “Where?”

y/n: “A new place near the building, a few of the guys I work with we got burgers yesterday”

Alex: “when you say ´new place, you mean a well stablished franchise or restaurant? Not a street vendor with doubtful hygiene and suspicious meat or produce, right? - ughh busted, you thought.

y/n: “Street vendor” – you lamented

Kara: “ohh sweetie. You know better than that”- Kara kept her gentle touch but looking a bit disappointed in you.

Alex: “Well baby, I hope the burger was so amazing and worth it, because what you have is food poisoning and most likely due to contaminated ground beef with E. coli. There is nothing to stop it or make it better faster. Your body will get rid of the bacteria during the following days. Simply needs to run its course.”

Y/N: “No cheeseburger in world is worth this pain or disgusting vomiting or explosive diarrhea. I feel like crap Lexie”- you play your Lexi card, so your big sister takes pity on you. You feel bad enough as it is, you don’t need to hear more disappointment from her.

Alex: “I know baby girl. Its quite uncomfortable and painful. You need rest and avoid over exerting, that will only make your stomach feel worse. Kara, I need you to make sure she drinks lots of fluids, she will keep vomiting and having constant bowel movements in the next couple of days and she can get dehydrated very quickly. Lots of water and Pedialyte . Let her stomach to settle first . Avoid giving her any solid foods until she is no longer nauseous or vomiting as much. Avoid juices or other beverages with a lot of sugar or sweeteners that can make diarrhea worse. Let’s wait for 24 hours like this without any food and after that we can see if you can ease her back into eating soft and bland food. Call me if she gets worse or if the fever is too high.”

Y/N: “not even hungry anyways…”

Kara: “will do Alex, I’m taking off work for the week I’ll let Lena know. She is out of town as well, but I can handle goober just fine. right kiddo?”

You just try to crawl into Kara’s lap you starting to feel cold and so very tired. “Yeah, I’m cold. You warm”

Alex: “She will sleep a lot, wake her up and make her drink water or fluids Kara, its very important. Make sure her temperature doesn’t go above 102 F. if she get above that range just make her take a bath in lukewarm water or use a cold compress. Let her eat ice chips, NO dairy, no caffeine, no sugar, or fatty food. If she does eat those, she will end up throwing up everything. If temperature goes above 103 take her immediately to the ER. It shouldn’t but keep an eye on that. Seriously Kara call me anytime ok?”

Kara: “Will do Alex. Thanks, and I’ll call you later once y/n is more comfortable and asleep”

Alex: “Ok, feel better sweetie, I’ll be back as soon as I can. Be good for Kara and try to relax and let your body get rid of everything at its own pace. Don’t rush anything. I love you sweetheart. Love you Kara, bye”

Y/N “Bye, love you Lexie”

Kara: “Bye Alex, love you too” – the phone calls gets disconnected. Kara looks down at you. “You think you are ready to move from the bathroom floor to the living room?”

y/n: “can you help me up to rinse my mouth? It tastes like crap ugh”

Kara: “of course. Up we go”- Kara gently stands up with you in her arms and helps you to your feet.

But you get dizzy and grab ahold of Kara’s arms for support

Kara: “hey hey I got you, easy there baby girl”

y/n: “everything its spinning and I don’t feel so g…” but before you can finish the sentence your eyes go wide and Kara see what’s about to happen and helps you to your knees in front of the toilet once again. Kara holds your hair away from your face with her other hand rubbing soothing circles down your spine while providing word of comfort.

You keep vomiting for a few minutes more “ughh I thought I had ridden of everything by now. This Is so disgusting” a few tears leak down your cheeks and Kara just helps you to your feet again and flushes the toilet.

Kara: “I know sweet girl, but Alex did say you will be experiencing vomiting and other stuff for a few days. So, let’s get you rinse your mouth and settle down in the couch so you can sleep this off, okay?”

You just nod and work on getting your teeth brushed and get rid of the nasty taste. Kara helps you to your room to change into your pajamas.

Kara: “Bed or couch?” -you just point down to your bed giving her your answer. “Okay okay” Kara lowers you on your bed and goes to close the curtains so you can rest more comfortably.

y/n: “Hold me?”- you pout pitifully

Kara: “of course baby girl. Let me just get your water and text Lena to let her know I won’t be into work for a few days and also text your boss you’re sick” – I’ll be right back.

y/n:” don’t want water please just hold me, I’m cold sissy”- more tears run down your cheeks, you just want your sister to hold you now.

Kara: “aww chucks, baby you feel real awful don’t ya? Ok here I’ll call later, and you need to drink water in an hour or two. I will wake you up. come here sweet bean”- Kara moves you so you are now lying basically on top of her, you hide your face into her neck and wrap your arms around her. You are leaching on her warmth shamelessly. Kara doesn’t mind at all begins to pat down your back softly like when you were little she needed to calm you down and put to to sleep.

Kara: “Aww my little koala is here. You’re so cuddly baby. I’m sorry you are feeling so poorly but I’ll be here with you all the time. You just close your eyes and go to sleep. You’ll feel better in no time, you’ll see”

y/n: “I’m never eating cheeseburgers again”- you give a yawn and began to drift off. Kara juts chuckles and starts to hum softly a lullaby song she uses since you were a little girl and where having trouble falling asleep or felt sick. You are out in less than 5 minutes.

Kara wait for you to be completely asleep to grab her cellphone she still has on her pocket. Texts Lena you are sick and will call her later, but you are okay just miserable for eating street food. And then sends a quick text to y/n boss, thank Rao she is close friends with y/n otherwise would be a pain to explain why she is texting instead of her employee.

Kara puts the cellphone down on the nightstand and holds y/n more to her chest and begins to run her hand up and down y/n spine and watches her sleep for a little while until herself starts to feel sleepy and decides to take a nap too.

Kara is awaken by your moving around and painful moaning. You curl into yourself as much as you can, trying to wave through the painful cramp in your tummy.

y/n: “It really hurts Kara, it hurts so bad”- you say through clenching teeth and tears sprung into your eyes once again. You feel miserable and in so much pain.

Kara feels you are getting a bit hotter now and you are sweating too. “Okay little one, I think a bath can help you now, and you need to drink a little bit of water. Come here”

y/n: “No. pelease, no Kara. I just want the pain to stop and sleep again. I don’t want a bath” -you cry softly into her neck

Kara: “I’m sorry baby, but you feel too warm and you will feel better after the bath. I’ll stay with you the whole time.”

Kara picks you up from the bed and takes into the bathroom, she sits you down at the toilet seat while she runs a lukewarm bath for you.

Y/n: “Kara I don’t feel so good…” again you turn green and Kara helps you to sit infront the porcelain bowl once more.

You throw up again, but its mostly bile. Kara holds your hair out of your face while making comforting rubs on your lower back while you continue to be sick. your stomach its already empty from all the previous vomiting and you didn’t really eat anything for breakfast. You feel so weak after the effort it took to vomit once again. You are sweaty and pale and slump into Kara. Kara gently runs a hand down your spine and grabs a small towel to clean off the bile in your lips.

Kara: “sshh …baby come one. Its over now. Here use this mouth wash to rinse and spit it in the toilet” -Kara then flushes the toilet and strips you off your clothes. She also strips down to her underwear and gets into the tub with you. She helps you lean into her so she can wash your skin with a soft washcloth and pour the lukewarm water down your body to cool you down. After a while she notices your feel cooler to the touch. Washes your hair gently and lets you lean back onto her. You have always loved the skin to skin contact when feeling sick or unwell. Your sisters have done this many times over the years as well as you mom Eliza. You like feeling their warm skin and listen to their heartbeat. But Kara posses a special feature, she is warmer than any human. You feel her skin on you help you with the chills and you feel yourself drifting off to sleep again.

Kara notices you are almost asleep, and decides you are cool enough now and gently nudges you awake.

Kara: “sweet girl please don’t fall asleep quite yet. Let me dry you off a bit and you need to drink a little bit of water. Then you can sleep again promise”

You grunt in disapproval “Nuh uh … don’t wanna, I just want sleep”

Kara: “ I know sweetie but its not an option, come one”- Kara immediately stands and grabs ahold of you and takes one of the bath robes and uses one on her and then she uses a big fluffy towel to pat you down enough to remove the water excess but leaving your skin a bit damp to help keeping you cool.

She takes you back to your room and sets you on top of the bed and quickly grabs a set of lose shorts and tank top to avoid overheating you. She then sits you with you back on a pillow resting against the headboard while she speeds to the kitchen to get you ice water.

Kara: “Okay sweetie small sips, just a few smalls sips and that’s it.”- she makes you drink a bit of water and leaves the glass on the nightstand again. You notice she is now wearing a pajamas too and in the nightstand there’s also a bowl with water and a few small towels and an empty plastic bow- “Just in case you feel sick and need to vomit again and avoid a trip to the bathroom”

Y/N:” thank you sissy”- you tear up and your chin trembles.

Kara: “No no don’t cry baby girl. Come here”- she gently lifts you up sits down and then lays you on her side you head resting on her collarbone. She left her soft button- up pajama top mostly open so you can lean into her and feel her skin near the collarbone and upper chest. You settle down and keep listening to her heartbeat.

Kara: “sshh sshh…sweetie just close your eyes and sleep. You’ll feel better soon just sleep now” – once again you feel her gentle touch on your back, down your arms and temple. And that soft voice humming the melody you associate with comfort. you move a little trying to find the perfect spot and just like that in less than 10 minutes you’re asleep.

#supergirl #alex x baby danvers #baby danvers #baby!danvers #alex danvers #baby danvers x kara #baby danvers imagine #b!d #sickfic #i feel sick #vomit warning #food poisoning #caretaker #skin to skin

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