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[recareels]

so anyway i ran out of hands to carry my plums up with me to the kitchen so i stuffed them in the front pocket of my overalls and all i could think about was running around the farm on a hazy, late summer evening with boothill, picking plums from the hardygold trees and stashing them in the bib pockets of your grass-stained overalls. 

you aren’t even supposed to be harvesting plums in the first place—these are for the market, not for personal use, and if Daddy catches you there’ll be a stern talking to (no doubt some hefty lecture all about that no-good damned cowboy you keep hangin’ around with), followed by a punishment of some sort. the two of you weren’t sent out here to frolic and play hide-and-seek between the orchard trees. 

but that’s never stopped you before. 

the sun has only just begun its descent, bathing everything in thick gilded light. dust motes and spritz of fruit juice shimmer in the atmosphere, procured by the snapping of stems and the piercing of teeth, sinking into soft yellow flesh. overhead, the rippled clouds look saccharine, dyed punchy strawberry and coral by the waning sunbeams. 

despite having a pocket of your own brimming to the rim with ripe lil topaz gems, you won’t stop stealing plums from his, dainty fingers playfully dipping into his bib pocket to snatch yet another, escaping his grasping hand with all the sly grace of a cat, slipping from his touch then leaping away enticingly, just out of his reach.

but eventually, he catches you. just like he always does.

your fingertips are stained sour-sweet from the fruit, a squeal of giggles twining through the tree branches as boothill finally captures your wrist and brings it to his starved lips, a simple don’t tell yer Daddy breathed out hot and humid against your skin. that’s all you get; a single, four-word warning before his tongue curls around your knuckles, siphoning syrupy fingers into the heat of his mouth and sucking, hard.

[2-dsimp]

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Yandere adventurer x princess reader

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Cw: fem reader! Princess reader! jealousy, possessive/obsessive, yandere townsfolk, Zexius fighting for his life, murderous tendencies, slight gore,

Synopsis: 【on this fateful day you were threatened to be the sacrificial bride of a mythical beast. In order to save your minor kingdom from destruction. However, in a turn of events you got saved by an unruly adventurer dressed in none other than his boxers. it was love at first sight. Although many of your subjects opposed it.】

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Zexius was a blight to his family adventurers guild. He was blessed with unfathomable potential. Alongside His family of 6 with him taking center stage as the shitty eldest brother. However, not many would get to see his potential being put to action. Since he’s a lazy fucker who wants to be a NEET for the rest of his life.

His family was loaded so why the hell did he even need to go outside and save the world from miscreants? That’s what hero’s like Adonis the Sunset Knight are for.

Not to mention he had a sucky personality, bad hygiene, his only good redeeming features would be his face he inherited from his parents. But even he’d got that covered up by his hair.

His life motto was to live unseen so hardships never bother him unprovoked. So he lived as a nameless NPC often making his parents namely his mother, Mooni, wring his neck in frustration. Dangling his ass out the window of their castle from the highest level.

“You’ve been holed up in that room of yours for months young man! Go outside and— what’s that slang you youngins use again? Ah right… Stop gooning!”

“Ma! Seriously! Who even told you about that slang? You’re too old to be acting so cringeeeeeeeeee!??”

Zexius all but screeched be catapulted by the scruff into the far off distance like a shooting star. Yelling curses like a lich obsessed with getting revenge on those beyond its grave.

While dusting off her hands with a huff of satisfaction, her laid back husband, Jakeo, stumbled upon the scene. Ultimately he just shrugged before minding his business. Already used to the extreme mother-son spats, definitely not because he forgot to take out the trash. And was trying to save his ass from being thrown out like a rocket just like his eldest son.

“Jakeooooo, don’t act like, I don’t got eyes in the back of my head. What happened to trash day?”

“…Listen hear me out—“

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At this point Zexius was having airtime for so long he was bored. He estimated that he passed up 3 great territories already. Yawning while still zooming within the air until he widened his bloodshot eyes in surprise. His limbs failing seeing that he was headed straight towards a malicious mythical beast. Who was currently attempting at stealing the a kingdoms princess as ransom.

“I dare any of you insignificant humans to step to me, the princess now belongs to the great Orisha! You should kiss the ground in thanks that I didn’t devour you all—“

Suddenly the mythical beast paused, his many eyes trained on the bloody individual who stood off to the side with a tired expression on his face. Carrying a pulsating piece of flesh that drawfed half his body. Their heart, Not to mention that guy looked like a cave dweller and was only wearing his lame boxers and a tattered tank top.

“Shit sorry man, your fatass heart was in the way so I had to uh remove it to get out. But hey I’ll give it back to ya so no hard feelings?”

Zexius offered animatedly, he could already feel a dreadful headache coming from the aftermath of what’ll happen to his quiet carefree life of self indulgence. Seeing he had pierced through the beasts chest like an arrow, leaving a gaping hole.

“Damn youuuuu, how could I the great Orisha be defeated by a mere bum?! This amount of shame you brought on me has no remedy!”

The adventurer pinched his nose in exasperation, the NEET truly hoped that the beast had another heart. He could just dip like nothing happened. The townsfolk be damned since it wasn’t his problem. But sadly it wasn’t the case he actually killed it in one shot. Not just any beast a mythical one at that.

“I’ll curse you and your next of kin!… well that’s what I’d normally do to a worthy and presentable opponent.”

“Oi Oi Oi what the hell’s that supposed to mean? Excuse the fuck outta me for not bein dressed to impress. But I didn’t expect to be out here anyways. “

Ignoring Zexius’s attempts at explaining himself, Orisha merely rolled his many eyes. Seeing his magnificent body fading away like speckled star dust into the wind.

“Haa I actually pity you, with my minds eye it’s enough to tell that you’ll remain a forever alone. So it’d be a waste to curse you farewell fool.”

The adventurer veins popped on his forehead immediately crushing the beasts pulsating heart.

“YOU— CURSE ME! CURSE ME ALREADY, YOU BIG BITCH! I’m not a lost cause, damn you! Just you wait, I’ll make you regret not cursing me when you had the chance!”

Zexius raged, Even going as far as to spit and stomp on the lump of flesh upon the ground. growing more irritable from its croaking fits of laughter.

The beast collapsed, fading away into nothingness drooping you into the hands of your savior. Who caught you by reflex and was already sweating being in proximity to a pretty thing like you. You were exactly his type, and he didn’t know how to handle it.

He wasn’t a gentleman and he’d gotten used to being labeled as unredeemable gnat. By the other neighboring princesses because he treated them like their royal reputation didn’t mean anything.

Being so blunt about how they weren’t his type at all. Not even doing the customary greeting since he’d just smack their hand with a nonchalant low high five. With a sneer on his face as he said that he wasn’t gonna be kissing an uggo’s hand.

Immediately he got on the blacklist no-marriage list throughout most neighboring territories. Which made his mother weep in frustration after having set up those marriage meetings for it to go to waste. While his father merely laughed alongside his younger brothers Wagam, Yeon, and Ueul at how he had no rizz.

Not to mention he was wearing his damned boxers. After years of finally finding the right princess who hit all his criteria at a glance. The last thing he’d wanna do is embarrass himself. He was praying to the gods to have that cliche where the damsel falls for the hero at first sight. just like in those isekai novels he’d read in his spare time.

His train of thought was interrupted by the king who stepped forward. Cringing at the sight of the bum who somehow saved their kingdom. But coughing into his hand to save face he must act as a benevolent ruler and thank the one responsible for their safety.

“Ahem! Thank you, for saving my precious daughter and my people we’re forever in your debt bum—I mean esteemed adventurer. Whatever it’s you want we’ll happily supply you with—“

“Yeah, yeah, no need to make a big deal outta it. I only want one thing, your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

The NEET said bluntly with a blank faced expression, still holding you in a princess carry. If the King rejected then he’d just haul ass and kidnap you on the spot. There was no way he was going to let you outta his sights. Not when you were everything he was wishing for. Plus it make his mother get off his back about not having any grandkids for her to spoil in the foreseeable future.

“Oi Oi what’s with the hostile attitude! Y’all are some ungrateful people, you said you’d give me anything! So why the hell are you readying a battle axe man!”

In hindsight he could understand why the people were already gathering their pitch forks and discarded weapons. The look on their faces was of pure spite, like someone pissed in their cheerios. Despite him saving their lives, it felt as if they’d rather die than see their precious beloved princess. who was clearly loved by the subjects be married to someone who they recognized to be on the no-marriage list.

Narrowing his eyes he widened his stance. He wasn’t afraid to catch a fade with all of the kingdoms people woman, man, child. He didn’t give a fuck, plus he could tell it was a small kingdom on the outskirts. So it’s not like anyone would tell if it happened to somehow disappear right?

Though it would be unfortunate if he killed his father in law in front of you. He could easily ask one of his brothers who’s an aspiring mage to preform a memory wipe on you. After all his family’s blessed with the best of abilities hailing from the direct line legendary adventures before them.

“Lay down your weapons! Father you said you’d give him anything he’d want, it’d be a disgrace to the royal code to not honor that!”

You piped up, with a stern expression on your face which Zexius found to be so adorable. It made him grin like a lovesick idiot seeing his future bride stand up for him. Hell it even made him tear up a bit as nobody had ever done that for him in his years of living. Which only solidified how you were the only one for him.

“Sweetie listen, that thing isn’t even fit to be your husband! It’s best to kill him where he stands and for goodness sakes he’s a bum! He must’ve did some kinda dirty trick, there’s no way he defeated Orisha so easily!”

“Silence! Don’t you dare call my fiancée a bum show some respect, all of you! Or else I’ll leave this kingdom and never come back!”

“Alright alright! Anything but that forgive us! My sweet daughter! Everyone stand down!”

The King urged frantically, everyone followed suit disgruntled as they seethed silently at the smug adventurer. But they’d be devastated if the crown jewel of their small kingdom were forever lost. However, the king was adamant in keeping you and him separated for as long as possible.

So he made up a thorough bullshit contract, a test of faith one may say. Which states that if Zexius could spend five years doing long distance with his princess. Then he’d voluntarily allow you to go stay at his residence.

Zexius didn’t like dealing with unnecessary struggles but for you he’d give it his all. By the time you’d meet again he’d be ready to expel 5 years of yearning for his bride to be.

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Part 2? 👀

[irndad]

Flower prompt request for Spencer Reid please!!!

Arbutus combined with Freesia.

And if you wanna add in something suggestive or downright filthy, there will be no complaints! (Or just a heartfelt fluff fest)

Thank youuuuu! (Will totally understand if you aren’t interested though!)

-🌕

hi!! this is sfw but here u go!! i hope you enjoy!! requests r open <3 flower prompts

Something’s wrong with her.

Not wrong, of course. Quite the opposite, really. She looks beautiful, a swipe of a purplish red on her pretty lips, a cowl neck dress wrapped around her form like a well-made glove. She’s a vision, and he adores looking at her- he doesn’t get the chance as often as tonight. While they get the chance to talk on the plane (when no one else is sleeping) or at the bar after cases, but this- this is an entire night she’s spent by his side. 

He normally doesn’t like when the FBI does these galas, but they’re fundraising, and now his beautiful coworker who’s a little more than that is drinking rosé out of a thin stemmed wine glass. He adores the sight of her.

“You okay?” He hears himself say, and there’s a beat of silence before she looks up from her beverage, and smiles a false grin at him.

“Right as rain, Spencer.” She grins back at him, leaning back on the table they were standing by.

“You’re acting different,” he says, “You’ve been quiet, and you seem distant from the team. You didn’t have any of the cupcakes Penelope brought in, either.”

“I didn’t want too much sugar in the morning!”

“Now, that is a lie.” He finds himself smiling at her when he says it. Things move naturally with her, have a flow of conversation that takes no effort, only gentle enjoyment. 

She really does look so pretty. This is a factual thing Spencer has noticed- a fact of her that he would be blind not to see. It’s evolutionarily advantageous to want to look at beautiful things. It doesn’t mean anything. 

She sighs fondly down into her glass, her breath causing ripples in the wine.

“Can I tell you something?” She says, and it shocks him. He feels a bit like an insider, and adores the feeling of being on the inside of a secret of hers. He’d like to be someone she tells things to. 

He nods, awaiting with baited breath.

“I went out with this guy who’s here tonight. 

Suddenly he doesn’t feel so warm. 

Except, it shouldn’t bother him- they’re not dating. She’s beautiful, all soft lines and curve, lovely blooming smiles and kind-heartedness, and he’s a pipe cleaner with eyes. It’s not a thought he’s entertained-

But still, in this moment, Spencer’s not blind to the image they’re projecting. Hanging back at a party, low lighting and hushed conversation, her in a beautiful dress and him in a rented tux- he could see how someone could mistake the two of them for- for something. 

Did he want that? 

“Spence?” She shakes him out of his thoughts, warm tone punctuated by her adorable head tipping to the side. Had she always been that adorable?

“Sorry, sorry,” he rambles, “You went out with an FBI agent?” His tone is incredulous. She jokingly slaps his arm, and he fills with affection.

“Don’t be mean! It was literally one date, it was before I knew how obnoxious Agent Bennet was. Believe me, he made me realize about ten minutes in.”

She tells him the story of their first and only date, and while he is sure it’s full of anecdotes that are effervescent and hilarious, all he can think about is date with her, date with her, date with her. 

He’d be on time, if they went out. He’d be well-dressed, put together and polite. She’s so lovely, so kind and so sweet and it’s only now he realizes that this is something he can want. 

“So you’d go out with another federal agent?” It’s clumsy and awkward of a question, but it seems the only time it would ever be appropriate to ask it. 

She shrugs, smiling at him.

“If it was the right person, sure.”

“And Bennett wasn’t?”

“No, I don’t think so. I like a different type of guy, you know. Kinda nerdy."

Even despite this, when Spencer spills his coffee on Bennett's legal pad the following week, he can't drum up even a little bit of remorse.

[starhvney]

Hiii, can you write an laurnace x reader about garroth little sister/ Zanes twin who he is dating and the reader is the smart one of the family and because all the ro’Meaves children have there roles she feel like she has to stick to hers or the world with crash/ disappoint her father and she gets a bad grade so Laur comforts her. Please and thank youuuuu

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌: 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: pdh laurance x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: sometimes the greatest cause of anxiety is something you've built up in your head. luckily, your older brother's best friend happens to care enough to remind you that grades aren't everything.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, comfort, garte is not so great at parenting

𝐂𝐖: anxiety and general self-doubt

𝐀/𝐍: as someone who also craves academic validation, this is so real to request. writing this was therapeutic tbh. also hiii sillyteenagegirl ily i hope you're doing good and that you like this :3

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

you have to be perfect.

you have to.

this is something you’ve told yourself since you received your first report card as a young child. in one of those rare occurrences where you were graced with your father’s presence, and after your older brother had gotten enough praises and approving smiles–finally, finally, he turned to you. you remember the look on his face when your tiny hands lifted up your hard work for him to see, and that same proud glint he had in his eyes when he gazed at garroth was directed at you.

somehow, that clicked something in your brain when you were barely half the height you were now. you had to be the smart one. not just the smart one. because your brothers were smart. very rarely did one of them end a semester with a c.

no, you had to be the smartest.

gifted and talented. honor society. a solid 4.0 gpa.

sometimes, you didn’t even have to try to make good grades. you were just smart. it became who you were. who you are. it’s what you’re worth. every time you missed a point on even something small it would chip away at the perfectly polished podium you’d set yourself on. every time you got a good grade the podium grew, leaving you teetering on the top with no escape.

so why?

how is this possible?

you blink, swallowing thickly as you close your eyes. no, it must’ve read ninety-seven… not seventy. it’s too early in the morning and your vision must have blurred.

when you open your eyes, you can feel the blood drain from your face when the numbers seven and zero glare up at you in that damning red ink.

seventy. seventy?!

that was practically a failing grade!

this isn’t right. this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

garroth is the one who is good at sports. vylad is artistic. zane is smart. but you’re supposed to be the smartest.

you flex your hand next to the paper, swallowing the lump in your throat. the all-nighters you pulled, the dates you skipped, the tears you shed, and this is all you got from it? all of that was for this? the podium under your feet shifts, and you suddenly feel like you’re about to fall.

you think you hear some collective complaints around the room. maybe you even catch a few curious looks in your direction to see what the “smart kid” got. all of it merely was like fuzz beyond your desk as you froze in place. not even the gentle rustling of your hair from the familiar boy behind you could get you to move.

when the bell rings ten minutes later, you can’t move your legs any faster as you shoot up from your desk, beelining straight out the door and right for the back exit. a few strange looks were thrown your way, but it was all so unimportant at the moment.

cold, biting air hits your face as you step out the doors, and it's then that you realize you’ve begun to cry. your tears feel uncomfortably cold against the wind, prickling against your cheeks. you only make it halfway down the steps towards the bleachers before you sit down, burying your face into your knees.

if zane were here right now you’re not sure if he’d scoff at how sensitive you were being or relate. but he’s not in that class, and he’s not here right now. even if he was, he hadn’t been the most optimistic these past few years. you doubt he could do anything to keep the podium from tipping over.

…your stomach hurts. why do you feel like you’re falling?

the school doors squeak as someone runs outside, joining your lonesome pity party in the lovely december air. they seem in a big rush as the footsteps quickly approach the top of the steps, before halting to a stop. a few seconds and a quiet sigh are all you need to know who it is, so despite your embarrassment, you don’t flinch when someone sits directly next to you.

laurance’s leg presses against the side of yours, his familiar cologne giving a small sense of comfort.

“hey, pretty girl.” his voice softly coos, a hand coming up to wrap around your shoulder. “you are aware that it’s freezing outside, right?”

silence suspends over the two of you for a few seconds. your heart drops when he suddenly removes his arm, but before any outlandish thoughts can enter your brain the thick material of his blazer weighs down on your back, giving you extra shelter from the next gust of cold wind.

your head shoots up as you finally look over at him, frowning when you see his torso only shielded by his uniform shirt.

“no, laurance. you’re gonna get a cold.”

“you will, too,” he states with a sense of finality in his tone. “so obviously i can’t let that happen.”

any thoughts to argue fizzle out when laurance’s eyes drift over your face, his eyebrows knitting tightly together when he sees just how distraught you are. his hand comes up to your cheek, sweeping away the tears from your face as if they’d personally attacked him.

“why is my sweet girlfriend crying out in the cold, hm?” he hums in concern, his eyes drifting down to the crumpled page still lodged between your fingers.

his shoulders drop a hair and he sighs, gently reaching to pull away your fingers from the test and get a look at it himself. plump lips gape open, a proud huff visible in the crisp air.

“…wow. you actually passed-“

“-i did awful.”

laurance blinks at your interruption, before completely crumpling up the paper and tossing it down the bottom of the steps. “who cares?”

you gawk. “i do! my family-“

“your family’s opinion shouldn’t matter enough that you break down at a singular grade. you’re a smart girl.” he leans forward on his elbows, catching your line of sight as he leans closer. “so why do you care so much about this one thing?”

“because that’s who i’m supposed to be.” you blurt. “i’m supposed to make perfect grades and be smart. that’s what i have to do.”

“the only thing you’re supposed to be is yourself,” he scoffs, hands wrapping around your clenched ones. “you do know it’s literally impossible to be perfect right?”

“you are.”

“my grades are much lower than yours, and i’m a much less wealthy boy who was just barely lucky enough to have a good experience out of the foster care system. that doesn’t seem too perfect to me.”

“wh- why would you say…? that’s not-“

“you love me anyways, don’t you? you’d say how amazing i am despite those things? that all of that has nothing to do with what kind of person i am or if i’m likable or not?”

“of course!”

he raises his eyebrows, tilts his head, and fixes a direct look at you. you get his point, but the sting of failure still pricks at your eyes and squeezes your lungs.

“it’s just… i studied so hard, and i still did horrible.”

“oh my. if a seventy is bad for you, you’d pass out from my freshman year report cards.” he scoffs jokingly, before his expression grows to something a little more serious, his voice softening. “you did study hard. i know you did because i was there when you were ripping your hair out by your desk instead of paying attention to me.”

he taps your leg, a quiet call for you to look at him fully. he’s staring up at you through his lashes, a small crease of concern still formed between his eyebrows.

“i know it’s disappointing, love. but compared to the rest of the class, you technically aced that. literally everyone else in there flunked. i mean, i made a forty. i’m not as smart as you but i make a’s… most of the time.” you give him a half smile, and his eyes twinkle as he scoots closer. “but you know what? i’m not worried because i can make it up with our other twenty-billion freaking assignments in that class and still make an a. the teach said he’d probably curve or drop the grade anyways.”

he always knew what to say. but what else are you if not the path you’ve paved for yourself?

“i don’t want to be a disappointment. i don’t want dad to think less of me. or mom, or-”

he fully gawks at your words, before furiously shaking his head like you’d just told him the sky was green.

“woah, woah, woah. what are you saying right now? being smart doesn’t make you lovable or not. who told you that??” he demands, squeezing your hands just a small amount tighter.

“no one… i just… it’s the only way he pays attention to me.” you whisper.

there’s no need for elaboration. laurance shuts his eyes as a wave of annoyance flashes across his features, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek.

“no offense to you, my love, but if garte stops loving you because you made a seventy on one test then he can go to hell-”

“laurance!”

he erupts into giggles, dodging the scolding slap you directed at his arm.

“okay, okay!” he grabs ahold of your hands. you frown at the realization that he’s shivering. “my point is that if your dad really only values you on how well you do in school or if you’re the captain of the baseball team or not, then he’s not someone you should be seeking validation from. that’s the truth. it doesn’t matter if he’s blood-related or not.”

your eyes fall, and he starts to gently rub his thumb across the back of your knuckles.

“you know, i have a pretty great dad who really loves you a lot, actually. not even considering your grades,” he murmurs, the next words leaving his mouth in a quick rush. “...and he can be your father-in-law in the future so you won’t have to worry about any of this pressuring crap garte has put on you and your siblings.”

your eyebrows rise, the blood that had left your face back in the classroom rushing back to your cheeks all at once. “laurance…”

his lips quirk into a smug grin. “just saying.”

“i love you.”

his eyes light up as his grin turns into a full-blown smile. his lithe fingers reach up to pinch your cheek, forcing your head to bobble in place before he leaves a soft kiss against your forehead.

“i love you more. and i would really love it if my girlfriend wasn’t crying out in the cold and making her poor cute face all numb.” he sighs forlornly.

“but you’re colder. because of m-”

“don’t even.” his eyes narrow before his expression shifts again as he bites his lips and bats his eyelashes. suddenly he puffs out his chest, leaning into you dramatically. “i’m perfectly warm with my beautiful girlfriend right next to me. your presence could melt the harshest of snowstorms! oh, my light! my love!”

“stop!” you giggle, cutting off his romantic monologuing.

he smiles, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“i don’t think i can, but i’ll spare you for now,” he presses his cold nose against your cheek, voice ever so soft. “do you want to have dinner and watch a movie at my house?”

you nod, a smile forming on your previously wobbling lips.

“okay, love. it’s a good thing that was our last class, huh? i think my girl needs some well-deserved rest.”

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“...did you really make a forty?”

“shhh. not another word.”

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[azucanela]

*throws some Dabi, Toga and Tomura your way*- please headcanons of those three when they find their lover crying and really sad, trying to cheer them up. THANK YOUUUUU!

comforting their s/o headcannons [gender neutral!reader]

[ft. dabi, shigaraki tomura, toga himiko]

SUMMARY: you’re crying and they’re trying to comfort you while considering dozens of creative ways to commit murder.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: threats of bodily harm, death threats, crying, 

A/N: my knife wife & co. <3 

DABI

aight so

he does this thing where he just shows up at your house during the most random times to spend time with you

he just appears and is like, “hey we’re going out.”

“where?”

“does it matter?”

when he shows up for another one of your spontaneous outings and finds you sitting on your couch, sobbing well... 

probably the calmest in the moment but internally, he is PANICKING, what is he supposed to do? normally he makes people cry, on purpose so he’s never had to actually comfort someone

much less has he ever cared enough to comfort someone, so congrats you are special, feel honored, you melted his icy heart and you don’t even have a fire quirk like he does

he’s gonna stare at you for a hot minute trying to decide what to do, and you are gonna have the most mortified look on your face as you rapidly try to wipe away tears and muffle your sobs

“what happened?” he’s gonna sound really apathetic, but he cares and he’s just trying to figure out what to do right now, and not freak you out by freaking out himself

it is not easy to stop hyperventilating once you’ve started, and as you are struggling to breathe and trying to respond, he’ll come by your side on the couch suddenly, and start rubbing a hand on your back

“come on, doll, just breathe.”

if you wanted to talk about it, he’d be all ears, and if it ends up being a person, he’s going to burn that name into his memory, and then burn the person :D

he won’t make it obvious that he intends to commit murder once he leaves your home, which he probably wont until the next morning, he’s already decided that he’s staying the night, ordering take out for the two of you, and sleeping in your bed.

you’ll see it on the news within the week that the person is dead and you’ll just look at him like 😧

and he’ll look at you like :D “what i do?”

“you know what you did.”

“they deserved it.”

“no-”

“they made you cry”

soft boi. if you don’t tell him the person’s name he isn’t going to pry, but in his free time he will try to find out who it could be, and if you are friends with other LOV members, he’ll definitely ask if they know something

if you don’t want to talk about it at all, he will be a little upset, but he ends up focusing his efforts on comforting you with random LOV stories about twice’s shenanigans

if it’s not a person, he’ll probably try to talk you through it, maybe distract you, offer you advice if applicable though he only knows how to do illegal things for the most part

overall, he’s gonna be the calmest and most helpful in the moment, but he won’t hesitate to commit murder for you and i think that’s true love

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

hajdgksahfjdshk

this mans

you’re middle of crying in your room 

off topic you and kurogiri are the only reason that tomura’s room is clean he is a slob, there i said it

anyways, you’re minding your business, crying, as one does, and he has the AUDACITY to burst into your room, swinging the door open and promptly slamming it behind him, and he begins to talk about how Dabi DARED act disrespectful to him, when everything he’d done was to help them all.

and then he sees that you are crying, puffy red eyes, tears streaming down your now shocked face as you stared up at him before looking away to wipe your tears off your face

“oh.” he’d say, “you’re crying.” 

CLEARLY, CAPTAIN OBVIOUS

the worst at comfort, he’s really bad at relating to you because he has a tendency to shut down his own emotions despite everything that has happened to him in life

he just kinda sits down in front of you, because you are on the floor, and who doesn’t cry on the floor, its a nice experience. anyways, he sits in front of you and awkwardly tries to like pat your shoulder at first and you just break down crying more because he’s trying to hard to help you and its adorable and its progress for him

he freaks out, thinking he did something wrong and tries to retract his hand, only for you to tackle him with a hug, shoving your face into his shirt. he does not like the tears streaming down your face for several reasons, one of which is the fact that they are now staining his shirt

he decides that complaining about this is not a good idea at the moment, though he does consider it

he just sighs, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you and thinking of all the weird tropes he’d seen in TV to try and figure out how to help you

he immediately turns to food, yelling for kurogiri to get over there, much to your dismay, and ordering him to go buy as much as he could from mcdonalds as humanly possible

kurogiri thinks its a sweet gesture, and makes it a point to himself to have a conversation with tomura later about about better ways to comfort others

if you tell him whats wrong and it ends up being something he can kill? have fun trying to stop him

spoiler alert, you cant

the problem will die if he has a choice in the matter, and if you don’t tell him the name of the problem, he’ll be frustrated and try to pry it out of you, but he’ll accept it

and then give kurogiri another job, known as operation finding out why Y/N is crying 

if you aren’t crying over something he can kill, tomura is probably going to try and console you to the best of his ability, which isn’t that great, but its sweet that he tries

if you refuse to tell him why you are crying he will get frustrated and ask how he’s supposed to help if you don’t talk to him, but he’ll drop it when he notices you beginning to cry again

lots of awkward affection

just kinda sits with you in a comfortable silence until you open up about it or start a random convo

its nice

TOGA HIMIKO

WELP

very hyperactive bb, she’s probably going to come into your room and just start looking around, touching things, talking about something that just happened with twice

you are shocked, on your bed, crying, trying not to freak out as you look at her, panicked at the possibility of getting caught in the midst of crying your eyes out, you try to erase all the evidence that it ever happened while she is distracted

it takes her a hot minute to realize you are not responding, mostly because you are scared your voice will crack, there’s the sound of sniffling, and when she finally turns to look at you, she sees your puffy eyes and tear streaked face

honestly the best at comforting someone, like the way she is with twice when he tears his mask just proves this tbh, she can maintain her sweet and bubbly personality and it makes you feel better about crying because it doesn’t feel like she is pitying you

very affectionate, “baby whats wrong?” she’s going to get down on her knees in front of you and wrap her arms around you, unless you make it clear that you do not wanna be touched, otherwise, her hands are everywhere

if the problem is a person, she’s going to verbally threaten their life in front of you, and if you don’t express disapproval of murder, she will likely commit murder

“can i kill them? i promise it won’t hurt for long- unless you want it to?”

“no?”

“are you sure? because i think they deserve it.”

while you are napping, she slips off the bed to go out and end your problem and you awaken to her trying to quietly re-enter the room covered in blood 

if you insist that murder is not the answer, she’ll still end up finding and threatening them should they ever hurt you again

people thought her quirk was weird and they bullied her, so i feel like if a person had anything to do with it, she would take it personal as well, because an attack on her s/o is an attack on her as well

if the problem is something else, she’ll provide solutions, and likely try to solve the problem for you if possible, she just really wants you to stop hurting because it makes her sad if she cannot do anything about it

she just wants you happy :,)

if you don’t tell her the name of the person she WILL ask the LOV for help in finding out who it is and ending them

if you just don’t want to talk about the problem at all, she’ll respect that and focus on distracting you, similar to dabi, telling you odd experiences she had with the league that day

doesn’t care if you cry into her clothes, will hold you and play with your hair, will bring you cookies or something like that, courtesy of kurogiri, our fave

very verbal and physical, but if you decide you wanna talk about it she will go silent and listen rather intently while playing with your hands, the only addition she makes tend to be cursing out the problem for ever bothering you

she’s so romantic when she’s cursing out your problems and threatening the life of those who hurt you, why wouldn’t you want that smh

[ikemen-girl]

YAAAASSSSSS

Then can I have a scenario where Ieyasu who secretly head over heels to MC (They are married) but appears as if he didn't care at all? And his reaction when MC tell him she's pregnant 👀👀👀👀👀👀?????

THANK YOUUUU HEWHEWWWW

Heyaaaa Ame-Chan🤗🤗✨✨😍😍, I loveeeee you and thank youuuuu so much for this request😏😏❤❤❤❤😘😘😘😘✨✨💗💗💗💗! This is my first work on my fav tsundy baby boiii Ieyasuuuu😍😍💗💗✨✨💯💯! Hopeee you have an amazing weekend ahead✨✨❤❤🤗🤗😍😍! Hereeee youuuu gooo~💃💃!

IKESEN HEADCANON💗⚔:

Ieyasu reacting to MC being pregnant🤰🏻❤:

Credits to: sakamaki_1429 on Instagram for this beautiful CG💛💯✨.

You were well known for your gentle heart & compassionate personality as an Oda princess🥰😇💗 while Ieyasu was known for his sharp mouth & cold personality😒😠💢 as a warlord of Tokugawa Clan. Your brothers Nobunaga🍬😏, Mitsuhide🦊😏, Masamune🐯😁, Hideyoshi😩💗 and Mitsunari😍😇 doted on their little sister so much💗💯✨ and you were immensely grateful for their support and love towards you🥰❤😇.

Nobunaga was the type of brother to pamper you with everything you want with a smug grin on his face😏❤🍬✨, Mitsuhide being the type to tease you everytime😂😏💗🤗 but he also helps you at the the very last moment making your problems non-existent💯👍🏻😏😘🤗, Masamune would literally feed you anything you desire no matter the time of the day👨🏻‍🍳🤗🐯😁, Mitsunari being the type to approach whenever you feel down🤗😇❤🥰, he will brightem your day like the angel he is😇💗👍🏻💯 and Hideyoshi being the type to worry over his little & precious sister, 24×7😥💗🤗😍.

The credits of your pure❤, empathetic🤗 and caring nature😍 despite staying in the warring era⚔ obviously goes to the efforts of your brothers👬🏻, you were raised up in the very warm environment💗😇 while your to-be partner Ieyasu😒 grew up in the cruelest environment possible making him shutting his emotions away deep inside his heart making him often come across as a cold or rude person😒.

You and Ieyasu had been married together to strengthen the alliance through family relationships between Oda and Tokugawa Clan🎎🎊🎉❤. And trust me, when I say, that your doting brothers are worried over you due to Ieyasu's reputation is an understatement🤣. "Hey Ieyasu, you better give her a konpeito everyday, got that😏?" "Hey lad, take care of my kitten, will ya🐯😁?" "Lord Ieyasu, she is very pure, please love her with all your heart😇💗" "You should probably work on your communication skills😏🦊" "Lord Nobunaga, are you really sure that you want our precious sister to marry with this person😭🤨?" "Shut the hell up!", said Ieyasu rolling his eyes🙄. "Please don't worry about me, I will be fine💗🥰🤗!", you said with a gentle and reassuring smile to ease your brothers' worries💗. Even though they all were smirking at you proudly, you could clearly see the sadness in everyone's eyes😕 on seeing you go away from Azuchi Castle🏯.

You looked towards him riding in your palanquin and he sharply diverts his gaze away from you riding on his horse🏇. Ieyasu is the kind of person who has no value for love in his life, forget about placing love as his priority, he only focuses his attention on becoming stronger & gaining more power. Despite everything, he couldn't deny the fact that you exuded warmth and happiness around everyone❤.

To be very honest, he was jealous looking at you for the first time as you could express everything you feel just by your face, you were so optimistic towards life💗🥰, seeing your radiance made him annoyed for certain reason maybe because he could see himself as a child before he was sent as a hostage in you right now, he was just like you once upon a time, pure, innocent and oblivious to danger in the outside world. "To think I will have to deal with her all my life, what a pain!", he thought pinching the bridge of his nose. Well Ieyasu, just you wait and see🤣😏!

He took you to his Sunpu Castle🏯 located in Suruga after marrying you. It was surrounded by a lake & it was very beautifully constructed❤💯. It was your new home as you are Lady Tokugawa now, you were excited to begin your new life as his wife. Ieyasu guided you inside the castle and told all the maids to look after your needs. You looked around the new surroundings with high curiosity🤩 which made Ieyasu roll his eyes🙄.

"Um..Ieyasu..where is your room..?", you asked curiously. "My room? You don't have to do anything with it, the maids already arranged everything for you, so you can do anything you want in your room", he replied with a stern voice. "We are a married couple so I thought--", you continued but was interrupted by his cold voice. "So? Our marriage is nothing more than a political alliance so I don't see any reason to entertain beyond anything than it is required & besides, I have no interest in weaklings like you", he replied which made you froze in your tracks with shock,you felt a sharp pain in your heart. He turned his back at you and strode towards his room. The maids and vassals of Ieyasu were quite warm and welcoming towards you and they made you feel at home❤🥰🤗. "I think she is the blooming flower🌸 our Lord needs in his life, I truly think she will melt his heart with her warm smile💓🥰", a maid said with a hopeful smile. "I agree with you, Lord Ieyasu is blessed to have her as his wife, she is an angel💯❤😇", another maid replied with a bright smile.

Next day, you insisted in helping in the work of the Sunpu castle despite the protests of the maids😍💗. "What are you doing😳?", Ieyasu asked, his eyes went wide to see you cleaning polishing the floor💯. "Ieyasu, I thought to help around the castle, can I do it😍❤?", you asked him. "I don't care untill you don't get in my way😒", Ieyasu sighed which made you smile with happiness🥰 & something stirs in his heart seeing it😳💓. You continued doing everything you can to make everyone happy around you💗 with the feeling to made your days extremely productive💯 also following Ieyasu around despite his constant grumbling😒🤣.

A week later, you heard from the vassals that Ieyasu was in angry mood and stressed with his work👀. You made a warm tea & spicy dish🍵 & went inside his room, worried for him😥. "I don't need your concerns, stop annoying me for god's sake", he grumbled in a low voice massaging his temples, his table occupied with many documents🤦🏻‍♂️. "As you wish", you answered. Ieyasu looks up at you and his eyes went wide with shock😳 seeing the extreme hurt in your beautiful eyes & pained smile and before he could say anything else, you slid the door closed🚪.

He told himself that he didn't care but he couldn't erased the memory of you being hurt, you only came to cheer him up & he let his emotions got the better of him, he hated himself for it & he went outside to look for you, to apologize for his mistake🙇🏻‍♂️. You were cleaning the kitchen after keeping the tray back when Ieyasu came behind you. "MC--", he called your name but you weren't ready to face him yet so you went outside quickly. He sighed as he turned his attention back towards the tray of tea which was still warm accompanied with a spicy dish. "How did she knew about my favourite dish🤔?", he wondered as he took a bite and took a sip of tea. It was very delicious and relaxed his nerves but it only made him more worried. Since that day, you avoided him & went on with your daily activities, Ieyasu tried to interact with you but you fled away at the sight of him. Ieyasu could see the way, you grow stiff & the fear in your eyes, it reminded him again of his childhood, he felt guilty😔.

After 3 days of constant awkwardness between you & Ieyasu, you were returning to the Sunpu Castle after purchasing the fabrics, you needed for your commission work & the strap of your heel broke causing you to fall down on the hard ground. Your ankle twisted which made you cry in pain. You got up and started walking on bare foot towards your home, holding your sandal in your hand after realizing you didn't carry extra coins. You staggered inside the castle & made it back to your room. Ieyasu came outside his room after finishing his work & noticed bloodstains on the floor which lead him to your room. He took a glance inside to find you removing the thorns from your foot, whimpering. He quickly went back to his room to carry his medical supplies💊.

"I am coming inside!", he announced before stepping inside your room. "Huh? Ieyasu😳!", you exclaimed as you wiped your tears away. He bend down before you and inspected your foot carefully placing on his knee with a stern expression. "How can you be so clumsy😩?!", he asked in a strict tone but you could see the concern hidden deep in his eyes. He washed your foot and applied ointment making you clutch his shoulder in pain. "This pain is nothing to waste your tears away for!", he said with a cold tone Ieyasu dictionary: Don't cry, it will heal very soon but he dressed your foot with very delicate hands. "Thank you💗🥰😇!", you said with a very sweet smile making his heart pounding wildly in his chest💓, after a long time, you expressed genuine happiness DUE to him❤ WHAT IS THIS WARM FEELING😳? . He quickly got up and went outside your room without as much as a word *ahem*.

That was the incident which acted as an ice-breaker b/w you & Ieyasu❤. He caught you walking around & working hard with the support of your right foot, next day as you were too stubborn to rest in the bed for the whole day & do nothing, well, Ieyasu could relate to you on this behaviour🤷🏻‍♂️. You suddenly found yourself in air. "Woah! Ieyasu, you don't need to carry me--😱", you exclaimed, startled as you cling on him. "Keep quiet🙄!", Ieyasu said coldly as he carried you in his arms everywhere you needed to walk & everytime without any complaints & all the people of the Sunpu Castle were extremely shocked🤯😱😳 seeing their Lord Ieyasu carrying you around with a grumpy expression on his face😒. You were quite embarrassed receiving all the attention😳, your cheeks growing warm, yet you were grateful❤🥰😇. You made him his favourite tea🍵 & spicy dish🌶 as a thank you gift for him on your recovery & he accepted it with a grumpy face😒💗. "I am sorry", Ieyasu whispered glancing at you. "Huh?", you exclaimed, shocked😳. "I apologize for my mistake for letting out my anger on that day!", Ieyasu said it in a single breathe & he was blushing furiously. You giggled seeing his flustered expression & nodded your head😂💗👍🏻while he glared at you😠.

Next day, you saw him feeding a baby fawn🦌. "Wasabi, eat it slowly🙄!", he lightly scolded her. "You have a fawn as your pet, Ieyasu😳😁?", you exclaimed, surprised, a wide grin on your face as you caressed the head of Wasabi💗🥰😇. "She is an emergency food supply! Nothing else!", Ieyasu said, letting out a deep sigh🙄😒. You burst out laughing at his sentence😂 while he glared at you again😠. "Sorry! I didn't mean to laugh😏🤭💗!", you said trying to stifle your laughter. "Whatever! I don't care😒!", said Ieyasu as he continued to feed Wasabi🦌🌿.

This acted as a strong proof for you that despite his cold exterior, Ieyasu was a very compassionate person deep inside🥰 & you were quite determined to broke through his shell that he has built around him💯💗. You noticed the bow & quiver of arrows in Ieyasu's room while cleaning the corridors and you came up with an idea to know him better💃🏻💯. "You want to learn archery🏹?!", Ieyasu asked, looking at you with a dubious gaze. "Why😒?" "Pleaseee🐶" "Just stating a fact, I am a strict teacher!", Ieyasu sighed🤦🏻‍♂️. "Thank you, I am ready for it!", you exclaimed happily😍💗🥰💯💃🏻. He taught you very patiently even when you struggled with the basics💯. Ieyasu often spotted you practicing on your own when you were unaware of his presence which made him smile softly seeing your dedication☺️💯💗 No, I am not smiling😒! Yes Ieyasu, we can see your face😏! Ieyasu gifted you beautiful gold earrings as your reward for working so hard as a student💗✨💯. Your happiness knew no bounds as you hugged him tightly making him stumble backwards. "Hey😳!", he barely avoided the fall holding you. "Thank you, thank you so much, Ieyasu💗🥰😍🤗!", you said, happiness and excitement written all over your beautiful face💗.

You and Ieyasu went to Azuchi Castle to meet your brothers after a long time. "Come here🤝🏻", said Ieyasu as he held your hand. "I don't want you to fall down, it will be a pain!", said Ieyasu with his usual cold tone😒 but still it made your heart warm staying so close by his side💯🥰💗. Your brothers were more than happy to have their darling sister back🕺🏻💗🥰😏😍💯. But one of the messenger of Azuchi Castle came to give a letter to Ieyasu that arrived for him during the banquet to give him while everyone were celebrating together. It took only a moment for him to scan the letter with his eyes and he stood up with seething rage which surprised everyone including you. "Ieyasu, what happened?", you asked, concerned😥. He crumbled the letter and went outside the room without as much as a word. You pick up the letter and read it, "Traitor to Mikawa, Ieyasu Tokugawa, we will give you a very painful death!", your eyes went wide with shock as you excused yourself to go after him. He was in your room standing in the corner, his shoulders tensed. You went behind him & gently touched his shoulder. "Leave me alone!", he said, his tone harsh. "No, I won't leave you alone!", you said with a determined voice as you gently embraced him from behind. He couldn't bring himself to push you away at that moment. "Those Imagawa survivors want to kill me now, huh? Pathetic! They were the one who abused me emotionally & physically in my childhood & they want my loyalty, the audacity to see such a dream", said Ieyasu with a sarcastic chuckle, his fists clenched so tightly, his knuckles turned white. You caressed his knuckles when he held youd hand in return. You let out a gasp of surprise as he told you about his journey as a hostage during his childhood. "You are my wife so you would have known sooner or later, it's better if I told you before you go asking around", he said with a detached voice😒 but you could see the pain in his eyes. "I promise you that I won't let happen anything to you!", you said holding his fist making his eyes go wide, he could see the fire in your eyes, making his heart feel warm hearing someone desire to protect HIM💗. "Let's see, it's quite late, we should go to sleep", he said as he went to his bed, the tips of his ears red. "Yasu...Ieyasu....", he jolted awake with cold sweat all and panting heavily, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Ieyasu, you were having a nightmare but it's okay now, you don't need to be afraid, you are safe", you said in a gentle voice like you were talking to a child, stroking his back. He turns to look at you and hugged you tightly. "There, there, you are very strong, you know that?", you gently whispered to him. Ieyasu despised being vulnerable infront of anyone but he felt very comfortable around you to show his real self for some reason, he let you give him your warmth by caressing his hair while the same time, gently stroking his back and whisper words of encouragement in his ears, he starved for that warmth since years, no one did that for him ever when he was kicked and beaten thousand times over & over. He fell asleep in the very same protective environment on your lap as he kept holding your hand during his sleep as you looked down and realized the cruelties he survived & became the strong warlord he is right now, your admiration love😏💗 for him only grew stronger in your heart.

"Before you leave, carry this with you as a lucky charm💗!", you said as you presented him with the wasabi doll, you made for him praying for his safety. You gave him while he was going for his operation & his chest tighten with feeling of warmth as he hugged you close to his chest, unable to resist himself🤗😍💗✨.

Ieyasu got gravely injured while being captured in the trap of Imagawa survivors on his next operation given by Nobunaga. YOU along with Nobunaga and Mitsuhide came to his rescue which came as a big shock for Ieyasu, you found the wasabi doll fallen on the ground which also showed you the path towards him but also your heart was overwhelmed with worry for him. He didn't expect you to came rushing towards danger for him. He felt a mixture of emotions as he saw you came riding on your horse, he felt surprised, happy, confused, he couldn't pin point this feeling. You successfully lured the Imagawa survivors in your trap using your wits as your brothers wanted and even Ieyasu was surprised seeing your intelligence through his fading consciousness as it gave Ieyasu the moment & adrenaline rush to kill his torturer, the rest of the torturers went outside only to be killed and captured by Nobunaga and Mitsuhide. He stumbles towards you as you caught him in your arms as he said in a soft voice, "Thank you for coming here to my rescue...silly, reckless girl..." as his consciousness drifted away.

He was brought back to Azuchi Castle and you tended to his severe injuries and high fever always staying by his side, taking care of his needs, despite his critical situation, you were filled with hope that he will be okay. You held his hand in both of yours and looked at him waiting to respond to anything straight for 2 days without blinking an eye. Mitsuhide and others told you to take rest and he would look after Ieyasu but NAH🙅🏻‍♀️, you are not budging from his side anywhere making everyone worried for you as well. "Please open your eyes, Ieyasu", you said to him in a pleading voice. His hand twitched in your hands as a response. You looked at him hopefully, "Ieyasu, you can do it!", you said encouraging him to come into consciousness by gently caressing his hair. His eyes fluttered open as a response and you were overcame with a sense of relief as tears roll down your cheeks. Through his hazy vision, he could see you by his side, smiling with tears of happiness. "MC..", he murmured. "Congratulations Ieyasu, I am so happy that you made it back, you are so strong, I am so proud of you💗💯🥺", you said with a gentle voice holding his hand again which he heard very clearly and his heart felt so genuinely happy despite being in pain from the aftermath of the injuries. You quickly ran outside to give this great news to other warlords. As Mitsuhide, Nobunaga, Hideyoshi and Mitsunari was narrating Ieyasu about how worried you were when you got the news, your desperate plea to come to his rescue, the way you took care of him staying by his side, suddenly all the exhaustion of working hard to look after him for 2 days hit you alltogether and you fell asleep by his bedside before he could say anything more. He gently caressed your hair and this was the first time, Ieyasu smiled so affectionately at you, he had fallen in love head over heels over you❤🥰.

He realized that he fell in love with you way longer before, even though he was jealous seeing your innocence & warmth looking at you for the first time as it reminded him of his painful childhood yet he grown attached to it despite everything, the way you constantly followed him around with your cheerful warmth even after his harsh words to stay away from him on your first day at his castle, your down to earth nature with everyone around, the way you worked hard and with full honesty, the guilt on his heart when he acted like he didn't care but he felt like kicking himself for the hurtful expression in your eyes, the way your cheeks grew warm when he carried you in his arms, the way you smiled at him after you recovered, the way your eyes glittered with happiness even when he was extremely strict with you as a teacher, your happiness when he gifted you beautiful earrings, the way you encouraged him when he showed you his vulnerable state, the way you came to his rescue him despite the way you stayed by his side to tend to his wounds & needs when he was in critical condition, how could he have not fallen in love with a woman as amazing as you were💗?

Despite his hatred for being helpless and appearing vulnerable infront of anyone, all thanks to you, he got the strength to tone down his stubborness and recklessness. Dang! You even scolded him sounding like him for trying to get out of his bed, company really matters in terms of behaviour, mind you🤣. "What do you think you are doing, huh🙂?", he froze mid-way while trying to stand as he turned to look at you standing with a strained smile with a tray of rice porridge at the door that sent shivers down his spine making him immediately gulp down with unease as he retreated back into his bed. "You can't get out of the bed untill you are heal completely, not under my watch😠!", you said angrily as you shoved the spoon of the rice porridge into his mouth. "Be gentle😐!", Ieyasu grumbled loudly. "I am trying very hard but you make me so angry sometimes! Will it hurt you so much to listen to me atleast for now, huh? It's only for your own good😠🤦🏻‍♀️", you said angrily. He went silent and whispered a small sorry which made your eyes went wide, "What did you say🤔?", you asked him. "Nothing! Now feed me, the porridge is getting cold🍲!", said Ieyasu as he opened his mouth to you. You rolled your eyes like HIM as you continued taking care of him🙄.

A month later, when Ieyasu recovered properly from all his injuries under your care, a banquet was held in order to celebrate his recovery, there were cheers of happiness all around seeing you both arrived together, hand in hand in the hall as everyone looks at you both with welcoming eyes💗🤗😍. Soon enough, everyone were celebrating eat a lot of delicious food made by Masamune and drinking happily. "Ieyasu, do you really think, you should be drinking so much just after you recovered🤨?", you asked him seeing drinking sake cup by cup at a fast pace, eyeing him suspiciously. "Mmm...MC...you are so adorable....💗😍", Ieyasu slurred on his words. MC.exe.stopped working💓😳 Ieyasu giggled and hugged you😂💗🤗 infront of all the Oda warlords making them all gasp with surprise including Mitsuhide😱. You slapped your forehead, yep, he is quite drunk🤦🏻‍♀️. "It's rare for him to drink so much😏", Mitsuhide commented with a sly smirk towards you which made you quite flustered😳. You excused yourself and dragged Ieyasu in your room throwing his arm over your shoulder. "Now, come on, sleep here!", as you dragged him on the bed when he caught your wrist pulling you down under him. "Um..Ieyasu, what--😳", he suddenly pinned your arms above your head and kissed you deeply on the lips making your mind go blank. "You do some crazy things to my heart💓", he started showering you with kisses making you also feel desire growing for him in your heart. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him down towards you. You and Ieyasu made passionate love💗 for the first time on that beautiful moonlight🌌.

Next day, you got up and quickly dressed up for the day when Ieyasu woke up feeling the headache. "What happened last night? My head is killing me!", he groaned clutching his head which made your heart ache with pain. You prepared the medicine & gave it to him, you also offered to give him head massage which he accepted reluctantly💆🏻‍♂️.

"Ieyasu, I want to say something important to you", you said sitting infront of him. "What is it?", he asked turning his curious eyes towards you seeing your serious expression. "I love you, Ieyasu!", you confessed your feelings for him deep inside your heart. You waited with a bated breathe to hear his response but his eyes widen with surprise, you were afraid that your confession may even destroy the caring bond you both built over months together but you couldn't deny your true feelings from him any longer and you wanted him to know, no matters if he feels the same or not for you. "What nonsense are you speaking, MC? I don't care about your feelings! I don't love you!", Ieyasu said coldly as he stood up. "Ieyasu, wait--" "This discussion is over!", he cut the topic in a sharp tone. "Lord Ieyasu, Lord Nobunaga requests your presence in the war council", a maid informed him. "I am coming!", he said as he strode outside the room. Despite your conviction, you felt your heart broke with such a harsh rejection of your feelings💔.

Ieyasu was given the order to go into the battle to crush the will of their enemy to fight ever again by Nobunaga. He thought that he will be the best person for this responsibility and Ieyasu also wanted to prove his strength in this battle. You also offered to take care of the forces as their nurse in the upcoming battle. Nobunaga gave you the permission knowing well you are the pride of them💯. Fierce battle took place between the forces. You were worried for Ieyasu as he only recovered just few days ago while you were taking care of the injured.

Suddenly your vision went blurry and your head spins, you fell unconscious. When you gain your consciousness, you found happy faces surrounding you in the relief camp. "Congratulations, Lady Tokugawa, you are going to become a mother!", the doctor informed you. "What?!", you exclaimed, happiness swell inside you when you touch your belly💗. "My baby", you muttered the words happily, tears rolling down your cheeks to received the news. But the happiness was short-lived when you received the news that the forces of Ieyasu were overwhelmed in terms of numbers & surrounded by the third forces. "I will bring the reinforcements from Azuchi Castle!", you announced. "Milady, but--", the maid interrupted but you showed a calm smile & your strong resolve to everyone💯🤗. You mounted your horse after avoiding the eyes of your enemy as you ride towards Azuchi with the emergency news🏇. Hideyoshi immediately took action as you both went towards the battlefield again. You noticed Ieyasu amidst the chaos when he finally won the battle & tension left your shoulders but you caught an injured enemy going behind Ieyasu to attack him with sword when he was catching his breathe after winning the battle, without wasting any moment, you quickly took your bow and arrow with trembling hands and shot the person in the leg causing him to fell down & groan in pain🏹. Ieyasu whirled around & realized that you saved his life. "MC!", he shouted as he came running towards you as all the tension left your body & before you could crumple on the ground, he caught you in his arms, thousand emotions ran across his face,"You are so reckless! I am so sorry! Thank you for saving my life", he hugged you tightly, voice too thick with emotion💛✨. You hugged him back,"I am so glad that you are alive and warm!", you said happily💗.

When you both were alone after a long time together in the tent, Ieyasu sat down across you as you wrapped bandage around his injured arm. You were suddenly overcame with the sense of worry about telling your condition. You were scared that he might not be ready to become a father of a child, he might feel burdened by the news, his rejection towards your feelings made a lump in your throat. "MC!", Ieyasu touched your shoulder when you came out of your trance. "Huh? Ieyasu? What?", you asked him. "Are you okay? You look extremely worried right now?", he looked at you with a concerned look on his face.

"Ie-Ieyasu..I..", you broke down into tears. "Why..why...are you crying😨?", Ieyasu panicked. "I..I..am..pregnant..", you finally confessed the news to him with tears. Ieyasu.exe.stopped.working 😳 He froze for a moment from the shocking news, it was too much for this poor boi to process everything in his mind, he suddenly remembered the passionate night you both shared with each other & made his cheeks warm🙈. "I..I am..going..to become a father?", he asked again after coming out of his shock😲. You nodded. "Please...please...don't hate our baby...", you hiccuped your words. "Wha?! What are you saying, MC😱?", exclaimed Ieyasu, completely taken aback. "You..you..don't love me..I didn't want...to burden you..", you cried which broke his heart when he realized your feelings. He embraced you in his arms as he wiped your tears away gently. "I am so sorry MC for hurting your feelings before, for being such a contrary fool, I love you so much, it hurts! Yes, I thought our marriage was nothing more than an political alliance but you took away my heart, you are the most beautiful blooming flower of my life🌹", he started speaking his true feelings slowly, caressing your hair gently. "You are speaking the truth?", you asked him, surprise written all over your face, startled by his revelation. "Yes, I am sorry for not being honest with you, when you confessed your love to me, I was baffled with the emotions swirling in my chest and tried to shut it down, I am so sorry!", he said with an apologetic smile. "I hate you", you cried into his chest. "I love you", he whispered softly rubbing your back. "Stop it!", you closed your eyes, tips of your ears red making him giggle happily😂.

He held your hands and for the first time, he showed the most beautiful smile as the tears roll down his face. "Thank you...thank you...so much....for giving me the chance..to become a father...I promise you that I will do everything to protect and love you and my dear child..my heart is bursting with happiness...I can't believe that I am feeling so much gratitude towards god for giving me you both as the blessings in my dark life..💗", Ieyasu said as he closed his eyes and let out a sigh filled with happiness. You gently wiped his tears as he embraced you again, "I am looking forward to your birth, my dear child", he said with a very soft and happy smile💗😍😇.

When you both returned to the Azuchi Castle, he announced the news of your pregnancy to everyone standing besides you, holding your hand tightly in his as you both smiled happily and the sun shining down on both of you with it's warmth💛🌞. Cue-Hideyoshi crying happily😭💗. Nobunaga smirking like a big child: Hooh~I am going to become uncle😏💗💯. Mitsuhide: This news is so much amusing, Ieyasu took his bold step quicker than I thought😏👍🏻, fufufu💛🦊. Masamune: Right Mitsuhide, our lad did a great job, I can't wait to pamper the baby kitten💙😁😻. Mitsunari: I am so happy for MC-sama and Ieyasu-sama💜😇! Ieyasu: Purple cabbage, stay away from my MC and my child😒💢. "Ieyasu, be nice🗣!", Hideyoshi lightly scolded him. You laugh happily with tears in your eyes seeing the excitement all around😂💛🥺💗😍.

He was very attentive during the time of your pregnancy💛. He was always by your side to tend to your needs💯. He even used to quickly finish all his work in order to spend so much more time with you💛🤗😍😘. His contrary side toned down so much which used to surprise you so much😳😱, "Are you really my Ieyasu😳?" "Ofcourse I am, what do you mean🤨? Wait a minute, are you okay😱? For improving your eyesight, you should consume this herbal drink💊", said Ieyasu as he started grinding the medicine. "WAIT! IEYASU! I didn't meant that! I am perfectly fine! Stop worrying so much😱😳!", you exclaimed, stopping him from being paranoid. Ieyasu being the best healer in Azuchi Castle would make you all type of massaging oils and medicines that would help in making the journey of your pregnancy go smoothly💆🏻‍♀️. He would always encourage you to do exercises which are healthy for your baby by doing it together with him🧘🏻‍♀️🧘🏻‍♂️💛💯. He would welcome your mood swings without saying anything snarky in return which made Nobunaga smirked so much with amusement😏💯, Ieyasu wondered how his jaw has not fallen yet😒💢. He was being so different from his usual grumpy self which freak the hell out of Masamune😱 as he used to knock his door during late nights to order request quickly to make you something to help with your cravings🍜, the super grumpy warlord around Masamune was being nice to him😳😱 for sake of your happiness☺️💛. He would quickly carry you in his arms whenever he found you facing difficulty during walking around🤗. Ieyasu cried hearing the movement of his baby resting his head on your belly😭. He used to scold the heck out of Mitsuhide for even attempting to tease you so much🗣💢 which surprisingly shut him up🤐 and Hideyoshi was gawking at the reaction of Mitsuhide😱😳. Whenever Mitsunari was around you, he used to freak out so much😱 because he is known for his clumsiness & he definitely don't want any walking risk near you🙅🏻‍♂️😒. Ieyasu was a big walking pillow to you as he used to give you the most soft cuddles whenever you needed him🤗💛. He found your smiling face when you were in his arms so cute, he couldn't resist himself from kissing you so much at the moment making you purr adorably😘💛😍 fufufu. He would make you lay down your head on his lap and sleep whenever he is busy with his own work.You couldn't believe that there was a time when Ieyasu was so cold towards you and now looking at him made you realize how deeply you were in love with him💛🥰✨.

When the time came for the birth of your baby, Ieyasu panicked so much despite himself😱 which took all of the mental strength of Nobunaga NOT to punch him in the face to calm him down💢☺️👊🏻. He eventually calms down when all the other warlords told him that panic will not do anything to help you but create more trouble instead. When you were giving the birth, he stood by your side holding your hand, kissing you softly on the head😘💛, encouraging you throughout the process💗.

You both were blessed with a baby girl with emerald eyes like Ieyasu and brown hair like you👶💗. Ieyasu was so happy that he couldn't speak for a moment, his heart filled with happiness, tears stream down his cheeks when he holds her gently in her arms🤗😭💗🥰. "She looks so much like you, she is going to be wild girl like you💗🥰!", Ieyasu giggled happily seeing the innocent daughter😂💛. "Her nature is going to be like you!", you pouted at him😒 and he kissed it away😘💛. "Thank you so much for giving me my entire world, MC🌏💗! Thank you so much, I love you💛✨🥰", he said gently embracing you while kissing his daughter.🤗😘

EXTRA~

"Papa😍!", your little girl hugged her father as he took her in his arms 🤗💗 while he was feeding Wasabi🦌. "She is so naughty😩!", you sighed entering the room. "What did my naughty princess do again🤨💛?", Ieyasu asked, raising his eyebrows at her watching your tired expression. "I did no such thing Papa, hehehehe😂💗😍", she said giggling happily on his chest. No, Ieyasu definitely didn't melt at her daughter antics💗."Hoooh~ I will tell you Ieyasu😏, she ate a handful of your favourite spicy pickle today🌶, she tickled Nobunaga & ran away🏃🏻‍♀️ when he refused to give her his favourite konpeito, laughed loudly when Mitsunari accidentally fell down the stairs🤣, hit the boy in the town who was trying to flirt with her👊🏻, I think the only good thing she did today was helping Mitsuhide escape from the nagging of Hideyoshi🙅🏻‍♀️, I mean I also used to save him as well but Hideyoshi got angry at me many times for favouring him🤨, so I guess not🤔? Oh god, the stress is killing me🤦🏻‍♀️!", you said slapping your forehead, letting out a wry grin😅.

"I am so proud of you, my dear daughter, you did great💛😍🤗💯!", Ieyasu chuckles happily with a smirk listening to the adventures of his little girl😂💛. "Don't encourage her mischievous behaviour😒, I thought I would be the one who will pamper her to no ends and you will discipline her but the situation is entirely reversed, I see🤦🏻‍♀️😅!", you said shaking you head at both of them. Ieyasu was kissing and cuddling with his daughter so much that it made you jealous☹. "Someone has completely forgetten me, it seems😓!", you sighed sadly. "Who has forgetten about you, my silly and cute wife🤗💗😘?", you were suddenly embraced by him and kissed by Ieyasu, he nuzzled on your cheeks happily which made you giggle happily😂 & the little girl blush furiously🙈. "Mumma, Papa, love me too💛🥺!", the baby girl tugged on your and Ieyasu's sleeves with a needy voice💛🥰 & you both cuddle with her & kissed her happily on either side of her rosy cheeks together💛😘🥰. Ieyasu has truly got the whole world in his arms and he swears to protect and love them at all costs in his life👨‍👩‍👧💛💯✨🌎.

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Hi ! I saw you were taking prompt requests, so I'd love to see u take a shot at a mayward “I’m not getting involved, this is between you two.” or "“I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt!”" May the inspiration strike youuuuu :D

Hey! I do enjoy writing Mayward <3 I going to shamelessly self promote and let you knows I’ve taken a few shots at writing for these two if you’re interested in reading more. My masterlist is here! And I actually managed to get both prompts in! I hope you enjoy :)

“I’m not getting involved, this is between you two.” | "I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt!”

It’s easy to talk about death. Pope likes talking about it. He likes spewing obscure information about it but he recognizes that most people don’t exactly enjoy the topic. It’s a bit morbid, he understands. The problem is that he doesn’t know what else to talk about. 

He knows it drives people off pretty fast, but he’s never been that person who can talk someone’s ear off about everything and nothing at all. He isn’t like JJ, who can engage anyone in a conversation. He always has a story. He always has people’s attention. 

He’s doing that just now, chatting up some girl about the craziness that ensued during the treasure hunt. She looks entranced by his story, hand on his bicep and Pope can’t help the surge of jealousy. The little green monster seems to show its ugly face more often lately and doesn’t like to be ignored either. 

“Oh gosh, I know that look,” Kiara sighs, rolling her eyes as she holds a beer out for Pope. He frowns at the brown liquid, taking a tentative sip. He isn’t really in the mood to get drunk. He has a test to study for Monday. “Why don’t you just tell him?” 

“Kie, it isn’t that easy,” Pope sighs, digging his cup into the sand so it doesn’t fall over. 

“It definitely is. It’s not going to be bad. I promise,” Kiara insists. Pope’s eyes narrow at her words, frown tugging down his lips. 

“Do you know something? Is that why you’re pushing me to tell him?” Kiara presses her lips together, dark eyes glancing at the night sky with a shrug. 

“I said before I’m not getting involved, this is between you two,” Kiara says and it’s the least convincing thing Pope has ever heard leave her lips but she hurries off with the excuse of seeing someone before Pope can inquire further. 

She’s replaced by JJ, smiling wildly as he falls onto the log next to Pope. He instantly has an arm around his shoulder, and he shakes Pope. “What happened, man? Why’d that girl run off?” JJ asks, but Pope can hear the strain. Like he’s forcing himself to say the words. Maybe Kiara was right? 

“I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt,” Pope admits after scaring off two girls tonight, not including Kiara. It’s true. He’s been spending the last few years at the boneyard talking about dead bodies no matter how much JJ has tried to teach him and he doesn’t really want to flirt with them now, not when he only seems to have eyes for JJ no matter how much he tries. 

“It’s not that hard, man!” JJ tries, voice a little too loud and a little too high. He clears his throat and straightens up. “Hey, wanna get out of here?” This time his voice is lower, deep and it hits Pope right in the gut. JJ’s smile is mischievous, promising and Pope’s breath catches as he looks at JJ wide eyed. 

But he’s just joking. He’s trying to help Pope no matter what Pope thinks he might see or what Kiara might say. This was JJ having his back, being his wingman. “Shut up, man,” Pope forces a laugh, giving JJ a gentle shove. It’s enough to have him off balance, tumbling backwards off the log. 

“What?” JJ isn’t fazed by the fact he’s now lying on his back in the sand. “You don’t think I’m cute?” He has his hand over his heart in mock offense but Pope thinks he might hear disappointment there. 

“No, you’re annoying,” Pope protests, ignoring the way his heart pounds in his chest at the sound of JJ’s laughter, surprised when the blond grabs his arm and tugs him down. 

“Seriously though, wanna get out of here?” JJ asks, suddenly serious as he settles back on the log. Pope blinks owlishly as him, words catching in his throat as JJ continues, “This party is shit. I’d rather just head back. Watch a movie?” 

“Oh, uh, we can- yeah, we can head back,” Pope manages to get out, cursing himself for stumbling on his words so badly. 

“Ah, so you do think I’m cute,” JJ teases, blue eyes bright as he climbs to his feet, offering Pope his hand. Pope takes it, surprised when JJ uses enough force that Pope stumbles into his chest. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone,” JJ winks, leaving Pope speechless as JJ heads toward the edge of the party. He stops before he’s out of sight, looking back at Pope with a raised eyebrow. 

Maybe Pope wasn’t imagining things. Maybe Kiara was right. Why would JJ voluntarily leave a party just to watch a movie with Pope? It had to mean something, right? 

“Pope!” 

Pope shakes himself out of his thoughts, jogging over to join JJ so they can head home. JJ’s smile could light up the whole damn party, light up Pope’s whole damn world. Maybe he’d tell JJ when they got home, when they were in the safety of their home and Pope couldn’t embarrass himself in front of a whole party if he was wrong. He has a feeling he isn’t though as JJ looks at him with shining blue eyes and a genuine smile, one that only seemed to pull up his lips around Pope, like JJ’s saving it just for him.

Hey Mayward peeps! I miss you <3

@midsommers @halfkook @hmspogues @dreamypope @thistreasurehunter @afropogue

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Dark Shadow - Warren Worthington III X Reader

Request from @val-halla-bitch

Hiya! Can I have a Warren birb fic where the reader has a “dark power” (like controlling shadows or something) and is basically the personification of a vampire, and dresses super goth and stuff and everyone is scared of her, but after Apocalypse, Warren has to room with her because she’s the only student without a roommate and they both have a crush on each other? Idk where this is going. Thank youuuuu <3

And

Hi!!! I LOVE your writing so muchhh! Can I pretty please get a Warren x reader where the reader has a spooky power (idk what) and most people are scared of her but warren thinks she’s cool and they end up dating and just very fluffy vibes? Thank youuuuuu <3

 A/N: Okay so to the person who requested this I’m sorry it took so long before I actually wrote this. I think they requested it at around August or September the first time? But don’t worry because I’m definitely making this a series. This turned out to be like an introduction part for y/n, so I’m deciding to make this into a series/ mini series. I kinda fell in love with writing this so yeah expect there to be more of this. 

Side note: I also kind of based her mutation on Tokoyami from My Hero Academia. 

WC: 1.5K

Warnings: Curse words, Angst. A little bit of fluff. 

DARK SHADOW

It was a rainy afternoon when he came into her life. He was new to the institute and was set to be her new roommate. It wasn’t new for y/n to be roomed with someone despite the gender, they didn’t last long as their roommate anyway so it didn’t really matter to her. The longest roommate she had lasted 2 weeks before y/n’s mutation scared them off.

People were always afraid of her, and she was used to it by this time. She grew up with people being scared of her because of her mutation, especially when she was younger and didn’t know how to control her mutation. She never made any friends as a child because of it, and now that she’s grown up she doesn’t feel the need to make friends. She was fine with being alone because she never needed anybody, or at least that’s what she thinks.

Her mutation? Shadow manipulation. She could control the shadows and make them do whatever she wants. Shadow puppets, that was her favorite thing to do with her mutation but sometimes she would lose control over them and the puppets would go wild. This happened a lot during the night or whenever it was too dark, but that didn’t stop her at times even if she knew the risks. She wanted to learn how to control it. It wasn’t until she was 10 years old that her mutation manifested into something dark, one of her puppets wouldn’t leave no matter what she did. It was as if it had developed a mind of its own. She was scared of her own mutation for the first time in her life. That was when she was sent to Xavier’s so she could learn how to control it.

After a year of studying her mutation, Hank couldn’t explain how or why her shadow puppet wouldn’t leave and why it had developed a mind of its own. But the professor had a feeling that it was because she was lonely. She felt as if she needed a friend and somehow her mutation manifested that friend for her.  As she grew older this shadow puppet, was no longer just a puppet for her. She learned that it was part of her now and actually became friends with it. As she slowly understood what the shadow was, she learned that her own emotions can be felt by the shadow and that they somehow have a psychic connection.

She never liked having anyone around, especially the roommates they tried to put her with. They were always too loud or too annoying. She didn’t have the hard to say this to them so at night when she’s asleep, her shadow would torment her roommate without her knowing. The next morning she’d wake up to the other side of the room completely empty.

That wasn’t the case for her current roommate. It has been about a month and Warren was still there. She wondered why that was. She was used to her roommates leaving after a week or two, but something made Warren stay. It made her curious. So, for the first time ever, she was going to try and befriend her roommate.

“H-hey.” She hesitantly said. Warren only looked at her direction with a questioning look on his face.

“Why are you here?” She asked trying not so sound rude.

“Uh? This is my room?” Warren raises an eyebrow at her.

“I fucking know that but I mean, why are you still here? It’s been a month, and you’re still here. I want to know why?” Y/N asks voice raising a little bit because of her frustration.

“Look, I’m not scared of you or your stupid dark shadow or whatever the fuck that thing is. I’ve been through so much worse than that thing tormenting me at night. So, whether you like it or not, I’m not going anywhere.” Warren says sitting up and places the comic book he was reading beside him.

“Tormenting you? Wait what?” she asks as this information is completely new to her.

“Very funny. I know you’ve been controlling that thing to scare me off so quit will you?” Warren says with a straight face as he looks her in the eyes.

“I- I really don’t know what you’re talking about though?” Her brow furrows as she conjures up her shadow puppet. “Puppet, care to explain what my roommate is saying?”

“I don’t know what he’s talking about.” Puppet says as it shakes its head.

“WOAH? That thing can talk?” Warren asks in astonishment.

“Yeah.  It has a mind of its own so I don’t completely control it.” Y/N says as she looks down a little embarrassed. This was the first time she ever told anyone about her mutation because she doesn’t have friends in the institute. She does have a few acquaintances like Jean, but she’s not exactly what she considers a friend. “It has been like this since I was Ten.”

“T-that’s actually pretty cool.” Warren says standing up to circle around puppet. He tries to touch the shadow but it bursts out.

“HEY STOP IT!” Puppet says appearing larger to scare off Warren.

“Sorry. Puppet doesn’t like people much. And uhh…you really think it’s cool? That’s actually the first time I’ve heard that.” Y/N says bashfully.

“I mean yeah? I’ve faced a lot of different mutants in my cage fights but this is the first time I’m seeing something like this.”

“T-thank you.” Y/N says as she feels her cheeks heating. Wondering what this feeling was.

It was a little while later when Y/N was alone in their room that she actually talked to shadow puppet to confront them about the whole “terrorizing the roommates” thing. She wasn’t upset about it she just found it a bit too much. She didn’t exactly want a roommate but she didn’t like the idea of puppet scaring people off on purpose just so she’d be alone.

“Look, Puppet, I’m not mad about it. I just want to know why you did it.” Y/N said as she sat on her bed looking a puppet that was pacing the room.

“I had to. You were feeling really upset about having a roommate and I thought you didn’t want them so I took care of them for you.” Puppet looked at her with sad eyes.

“I don’t want a roommate, but that doesn’t mean what you did was right. Have you done this for all of my past roommates?” She looks at her shadow puppet curiously.

“NO! Yes.” Puppet looks at the ground, as if ashamed of what it’s done.

“What the fuck? You’ve done this for the past 9 roommates I had, 10 including Warren?” Y/N bursts in laughter at the revelation.

“Yes.” Puppet answers sadly.

“It’s fine, puppet. I’m not mad. Just don’t do it anymore.” Y/N says as puppet instantly perks up at the sentence.

“Ohhhhhhhh~ you like him don’t you?!” Puppet exclaims.

“Shut up.” Y/N rolls her eyes as she looks away.

“Ohhhhh my little baby Y/N has a crush on the bird boy!” Puppet says running around happily. Mumbling about how to it should start planning a wedding. Y/N smiles watching her puppet be excited for the first time.

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It was a few months later and Y/N slowly started opening up to Warren more. For the first time in years, Y/N actually made a friend. It was weird for the other students to actually see Y/N smiling, but ever since she became friends with Warren, she has been more cheerful than she was in the previous years. Even shadow puppet wasn’t being aggressively scary anymore, well it still was but less often.

It didn’t take the other students to figure out that the reason behind Y/N’s change in demeanor was because of her new roommate. It was rare to see them without the other. Y/N and Warren suddenly became inseparable, and to the older students it was the cutest thing ever. The younger students were still afraid of the two since Y/N was the personification of darkness and Warren was one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

“Here.” Warren says as he hands a cup of Y/N’s favorite drink to her before class.

“Thanks.” Y/N says accepting the drink with a warm smile on her face. The two of them head to class with puppet trailing behind them.

“Is it just me or does y/n seem a lot cheerful since Warren came here?” Peter asked Scott as they saw the two walk past them.

“It’s weird don’t you think?” Scott shrugs as he looks at the pair walking to class.

“I THINK IT’S ADORABLE!! DON’T YOU JUST SHIP THEM?!” Puppet says, popping out from the darkness before rushing to catch up with Y/n and Warren.

“See? Weird. Even her puppet is acting strange.” Scott says furrowing his brows.

“A little bit. But this is the first time I’ve seen her like this. Maybe she’ll finally let us be her friends.” Peter says before rushing to his class.

[shozaii]

most of the times i like to think of the headcanon that kirishima is pretty - no, VERY - good at keeping his feelings. he tends to store it all in. well it’s not like he forces himself to, but he just has this little fear etching at him, asking him the exact same question. “what if it occurs with the worst-case scenario?”  but he would just shake those thoughts away because that’s pretty unmanly, according to our lil shark boy here. so cue the exact same thoughts and wonders whenever he looks at you.

you have been kiri’s best friend for as long as you can remember. from the day you entered into his life, the times where he was at his lowest, the time where he made a change to his black locks, going for a whole new style of his hair. telling you the stories and memories he had throughout his lifetime - he didn’t need to tell you much, you were pretty much there the entire time! and boy oh boy, did he enjoy every bit of it🥰

heck, you even ended up in the same class together! how cool was that? being able to meet your friends who have decided to enter your lives, and stay there forever. that was manly.

but little did he know, he was a master at keeping possibly the biggest secret in his entire life.

his big, fat crush on you.

who wouldn’t want you, anyway? the way you grinned, the way your scrunched up your nose when you found something cool or weird. your voice, ever so melodious. it tickled his heart just a little too much, but he wasn’t complaining~!

kirishima was just so good at it, even mina did not have a clUE OF IT!! she has suspected it wayyy too many times; from the moment you walk away and his chest relaxes a lot more. how his grin just gets wider after he’s done talking to you. how he asks her about his looks. and when she does question him about it, he just shrugs and mutters, “i had no time to check my mirror today.”

yeah. yeah kiri, she’d think, smirking.

then there’s you - it was pretty confusing for you too. mina has told you of the huge possibilities. of course you wouldn’t say you did not believe it at all - it was just the way he was finessing his way with you. like, oof, it was just too good to be true. what if it is? what if it’s not? he’s pretty much friendly with everyone! he could talk to the pomeranian easily, and a bunch of the other classmates. 

mina obviously had enough😳✋ she knew something was up with you too. come on. you could noT deny her statements when all you do is daydream about him, draw little doodles of him in almost all of your notebooks, fluster and cover your face if she ever gets new hints from you. could this be the time where she could officially change the status from “friends to lovers”? very simple. 

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scenario: 

mina walked back to the dorms with kirishima, after he realized he left behind some notes back in class. destiny probably called out to her at that moment, because the moment they both stepped into the dorm grounds, she invites kiri to sit with her. he obliged. it was probably some tea she wanted to spill - something he didn’t mind listening. 

but the very next thing she simply says is, “it’s been going on forever. you know telling them wouldn’t be a problem at all, right?”  of course he just blinks at her, smiling nervously. “what are you talking about? i-,”

“come onnnnnn, kirishima eijirou!!” she whined, shaking his shoulders wildly. “do i have to spell it out for you? i’m talking about y/n, duh!!!”  “huh. i see. um.......how do you know about this? i don’t think i’ve ever said a word about them,” his hand reached for his neck, indicating that he was already so close to blushing. “see!! let’s just say i have my ways~~! now, wait here. you have to promise me you won’t move an inch from here. got it?”

“what? mina, i- you do know you have to be more clear with this-,”

she skips away happily, leaving him completely puzzled. turning behind, she signals him to stay put. nodding, he sits back on the bench, waiting patiently nervously. what has happened? is the truth out? was he that bad at keeping what was known to be the biggest secret in his entire life? sure, he may have dropped some hints then and there. the crush thing has been going on way before UA. so what now? meanwhile, as you were sipping a warm cup of your favorite beverage, your classmate decided it was better for you to leave it behind to “cool down”, as there was a parcel waiting for you outside.

she pushes you out to where you’re supposed to go. the various locations in the UA dorms were pretty easy to navigate, so this wasn’t a problem for you. nodding cautiously, you walked to where the benches were situated at. “kirishima!!” you squealed, running towards him. “have you seen - wait, kiri?” you looked at him, completely puzzled.  only for you to realize that a damn parcel wouldn’t be placed somewhere so far away. “um, hey! so uh, mina told ya to....to come out here, yeah?” he adjusted his scarf, his ruby red eyes glistening.

you sighed, folding your arms (also trying your very best not to look like you’re about to burst from flustering too much). “y-yeah, she did! she didn’t tell me why, though. so i assume you were pranked by her too?” “oh? what did she say on your way out?” he asked. “a parcel....waiting for me....,” you muttered, clearing your throat. he giggled with the cutest toothy grin you’ve ever seen. “ah, mina being mina. um, anyway. wanna sit down? the sunset’s p-pretty cool!” “oh, sure!! i don’t mind!”  you’ve viewed so many sunsets with kirishima, noticed how the colors differ every single time the sun gets gulped down by the sky, slowly being replaced with the glorious moon. shades ranging from pink, purple and orange slowly begin to showcase in the sky. 

the pretty colors never fail to give kiri’s pure soul more color, especially when the dim light from the sun begins shining against his soft skin. for someone having to harden his body almost every day, his skin was always so well taken care of. you have learnt over the years that he enjoys taking care of his skin, hence the texture. “new set of colors,” you spontaneously said, grinning. “mhm, couldn’t agree more.”

a few minutes passed by, with your fingers nearly touching. neither pulled away, neither hesitated. it was all perfect - a soft breeze passing by the both of you, where the autumn leaves begin showing up. with him now looking at his hand, yours, and then right back up at you. looking away, he gulped. well, it was now or never. “i don’t know if now’s the right time or not, but i just wanted to let you know....um. how much i like you.”

your head whipped to his direction. his smile was soft this time, with one tooth sticking out. it looked pure. genuine. some sort of positive aura you’ve always wanted to feel in a long time, and it all seemed so unreal when you found out he was the person making you feel this way. “o-of course you don’t have to accept it, you know! i- i had to let you know about it someday. pretty unmanly of me to keep it for so long, right?” “kiri, i don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but i really like you too. like, a whole lot. maybe i have tried dropping hints here and there, then again i didn’t want to scare you away. gah, there was so much running through my head and hearing this from you, i’m shocked! kirishima, are you really saying this?”  “of course! now would i ever lie to you? i, kirishima eijirou, have fallen so much for y/n l/n. and that is a promise.”

“i know my whole life that you keep looking down on yourself. i’ve been there kiri. to watch you break was definitely not my cup of tea; but to see you take such a huge step. it’s like watching you grow....i’m honestly speechless. look!” you held up your hand, which was now shaking violently. “kirishima, i like you too. a whole lot.”

the rest was just a whole blur of happiness, tears of joy, release of weights from both your shoulders. keeping the constant weight that both you and him were friends, and it could never be more. suddenly it was all just a whole, light-hearted fizz of blur, as you brought yourself into his embrace, hearing his fast-paced heartbeat. an old memory popped up in your head; it was probably from an old book or something. kirishima would forever and always provide a worthy eternity, for you to never want to step out of.

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tags: @moonlitspring​ skyyyy! 🥺❤as promised, a little something for you. i’m not sure what my 1 am brain was writing, so i really do hope this was good enough!! forgive me if there were any mistakes hhhhT_T ehehe lemme know what you think !!🥰💖💖💖i loveeee youuuuu!!

(a/n): finals are coming up soon, and i have a quiz in the afternoon as i’m writing this now, but not to worry! >:3 i’m pretty sure i studied enough for the test UwU!! requests are still in store, so don’t worry! i’ll be back soon to write them all for you, and would get back to writing more fics like these! love you all so so much, and thank you for the tremendous support so far!!😭😭🤍🤍✨✨

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[yannfredericks]

PLEASE talk about your polly backstory 👀

omg ty SO much for asking!!! 🥺 (and sorry for taking far too long to answer!!)

To me, polly shows obvious signs of being an only child with a massive inferiority complex instilled by her parents for not meeting their outrageous expectations, but I think that’s only if you’re specifically looking to understand why she is the way she is and not just writing her off as Pretty Popular Girl Is A Bitch :) This has gotten very long so I'll put it under a read more!

So in my mind, she’s not only an only child, but the only gryffindor in an all slytherin family. Her family were ~almost~ in the sacred 28 (which they pride themselves on) and only missed out due to the ‘unfortunate’ choice of partners a very select few of their ancestors made. They weren’t necessarily on Voldemort’s side, but I wouldn’t say that they were overly opposed either, I imagine they mostly kept themselves to themselves and skirted by by keeping up appearances and being friendly with, but not close enough to end up entangled with, pure blood extremist families. So not great people needless to say, quite cowardly too in all honesty for all their ambitions of being amongst the likes of the Malfoys. While this mostly concerns her grandparents, they raised her parents to have the same values and general outlook on life.

So then we come to Polly’s childhood. Her parents never really loved her unconditionally so much as loved the idea of her being the golden child to restore their name and carry on their legacy. Which was unfortunate when she failed to show any signs of magic for the first 9/10 years of her life. They didn’t have any real time for her being a child and mostly regarded her and expected her to behave like a little adult. She didn’t get to play or actually be a child really, she was usually left to her own devices outside of schooling and piano classes and was in many ways, raised by the family house elf Pipsey. Polly mostly saw her parents at the dinner table, for breakfast and supper and had the rest of the day to herself, mostly shut in her room with her piano (which, although reasonably good at it, she grew very quickly bored of). She had a very vivid imagination and grew bored of study and lessons easily. She wasn’t given any dolls but managed to make her own out of the clothes she grew out of, while they weren’t very pretty she loved them and could create stories out of the most mundane things since that was really all she had at her disposal. This carries on for the first 6/7 years of her life, she would create stories in her room for hours and was much closer with Pipsey than her parents knew, which meant that Pipsey was often involved in her (very limited) play time under Polly’s instruction. This lasted until she started homeschool.

She was expected to study every day from the day she started school as her parents demanded excellence, which is where the disappointment started but no where near where it ended. She was schooled in a group of other pure blood girls, the children of her family’s friends, which was where she first learnt how effective manipulation and humiliation was. Actually, that’s not quite true, the first person she learnt that from was her father, who seemed to find endless things about polly childish, unbecoming and disappointing. Her mother wasn’t much better, and the more time that passed without her showing any signs of magic, the more resigned and borderline hateful they became of her, calling her a squib and a ‘failed endeavour’, and unfortunately, as children often do, she started mimicking this behaviour around the other girls and found out very quickly how to get what she wanted. Whether that be to get a specific girl to be her best friend, another to be ignored by everyone, to get answers for the homework, to get out of the homework, or most importantly: frighten the girls out of ever bringing up the fact that she couldn’t do magic. She probably made threatening comments about being very powerful and not trusting herself to use magic around them to cover up the fact that she was coming up nine and a half and still hadn’t had a single instance of magic.

I don’t think she really understood how horrible her behaviour was then and likely thought this was normal behaviour bc the girls she was schooled with weren’t exactly nice either, and when that’s how people behave in your home and in your class/every aspect of your life you tend to make the assumption that that's just how everyone is. It made her feel good in the moment, having power over others often does have a certain appeal, however dark, but I imagine she spent a lot of time thinking about it at night and feeling awful but not being able to articulate why. I like to picture her having long chats with Pipsey and skirting around the subject, wanting to talk about it but being too afraid to find out what was making her feel this way.

Skip forward and her parents began to talk about replacing Pipsey, she’s old and a lot slower these days and far, far too indulgent with Polly. Polly, struggling to get her parents attention at the best of times, begs and begs them to keep her on, begs them to just get another elf to help alongside Pipsey instead of getting rid of her entirely, and when they refuse to listen and send her off to her room, she throws the tantrum to end all tantrums, screaming, crying, kicking, throwing things, all the behaviour she has been taught against suddenly comes tumbling out of her until they all realise that she's levitating their massive heavy wooden bookshelf up and up in a very menacing way over her parents.

It’s not her conscious intention to hurt them, but on a subconscious level it’s definitely her desire to make them feel the hurt, upset, and fear that they’ve made her feel, and I’d consider this the first time we see just how strongly she cares for the people she loves. It’s the fear of losing Pipsey that drives her to use magic for the first time. Her parents are OVERJOYED at this display of magic as they’d honestly almost completely given up on her and decide to keep Pipsey as a reward for her display. Not a great thing bc it instilled in her the idea that she can get whatever she wants if she throws a big enough tantrum and is threatening enough, but on the other hand it teaches her to always fight for what she feels is right so... plus Pipsey is so grateful to Polly for working so hard to keep her (as if Polly would /ever/ let anything stand between her and what she loves)

The magic doesn’t come easily after this though, it comes rarely and is quite difficult for her since she’s been raised to be so reserved and emotionless, but she’s felt it now and manages to achieve the barest of minimums from here on out. I don’t think magic is exclusively connected to emotional states or a persons openness but being closed off has definitely been to the detriment of Polly’s power. She’s got a renewed sense of self worth from the experience though and begins to feel once again like she might be able to make her parents proud.

She gets her Hogwarts letter and it is the happiest she’s ever been and it’s the closest they’ve ever felt like a real family. Everything is perfect until the moment she meets Yann Fredericks on the train and her world image starts to crumble.

Yann is easily the nicest person she's ever met and it's confusing and INFURIATING and she has no idea how to cope with it, but suddenly (and she doesn't know HOW) she has a friend and the sorting hat is on her head and she's in Gryffindor with this boy she's only known a few hours and her entire world is upside down.

That first night she creeps down into the Gryffindor common room because she's so confused and sick with anxiety that she can't sleep, only to find Yann down there too. He also can't sleep, but his reason is that he misses his mums and his sister Leah, and the combination of that mixed with his excitement for the years ahead means that he probably won't sleep for hours. They end up talking about anything and everything until they can't keep their eyes open, and although she's still more nervous than she's ever been, she's also made her first real friend. They end up having long, quiet chats in that corner almost every night for the rest of their time at Hogwarts.

She gathers the courage to write to her parents the next day and never receives a reply, which is a reply in itself, and she's absolutely devastated. Not to mention she's not managing any better with her magic, and seems to be just about the only one with this issue except for:

Albus Potter.

Her homeschool days come back to her and suddenly she's picking on Albus and pointing out all his flaws and the fact that he can hardly manage any magic it all and now no one even notices that she can't get her feather to levitate or a broom into her hands because they're all noticing that in Albus. It's not nice and it doesn't make her feel good, but it's a relief to not have to worry about herself when she's got everyone laughing at someone else's misfortune. And in doing so she makes another friend: Karl Jenkins! Who seems equally as keen to make jokes at the expense of others, and who introduces her and Yann to his friend Craig Bowker Jr.

I could go on and on but it's already taken me like, a year, to answer this!! and it gets a bit more just 'story' rather than 'backstory' from here so there you have it! I'm sorry for taking an absurd amount of time and for rambling so much and probably only making a small amount of sense but there you have it! I love Polly so much and I'm so excited for her to grow, mature and get the help that she needs to become the person that she's meant to be <3 Thank you thank you thank you for asking!! I am literally always down to talk about Polly, or any other member of the gang, and I will endeavour to do better than a year's turn around in future <3 love youuuuu

[gamergirl929]

Head Over Cleats For You (Christen Press x Reader)

Anonymous Request:  Do one with christen press pleaseeeeee

In honor of Christen Press being Tumblr’s Top Athlete of 2019, I thought it was only appropriate to post this today. <3

I got a lot of free reign with this one. I saw a video the other day, of a girl singing a country song to her girlfriend and it was just too adorable, I couldn’t pass up writing an imagine about it with the adorable Christen Press, I hope you enjoy it! <3

The song is Head Over Boots by John Pardi

The bus is full of chatter as it rolls down one of the many roads on its way to its destination.  

Across the bus, Christen is sitting with her usual bus buddy, Tobin, while on the other side of the bus, you’re sitting next to Becky, who’s in the process of showing you a video.  

“I love this movie so much.” You smile as you watch Heath Ledger running along the bleachers as he sings to Julia Stiles.  

“It’s adorable.” Becky grins.  

Suddenly, your eyes widen and you smirk, glancing across the bus at your girlfriend who is sitting beside Tobin.  

“That’s like, a huge romantic gesture yeah?” You say and Becky turns to you, brow furrowed.  

“Yeah I mean, that the ultimate I love you.” She shrugs and your smirk splits into a grin.  

You hum, staring across the bus at Christen. She eventually turns your way, her grin massive as she sends you a wink.  

Your heart flutters in your chest as you think about the scene from 10 Things I Hate About You.  

A familiar tune starts playing from someone’s phone, Sonnett or Lindsey's you think, seconds later you’re singing along out loud.

“I want to sweep you off your feet tonight. I want to love you and hold you tight.” You sing, aloud gathering the attention of the bus.

Becky’s eyes widen.  

“What are you doing?” She asks chuckling.  

“Spin you around on some old dance floor. Act like we never met before for fun.”

“I didn’t mean to really do it.” Becky whispers, though you can see her fiddling around with her phone before she holds it up to record you.  

You move to your feet, blowing a kiss across the bus at Christen, whose cheeks are tinged pink and growing darker.  

“Cause you’re the one I want, you’re the one I need. Baby, if I was a king, you would be my queen.”  

You point across the bus and smack your palm against your chest over and over again.  

“You’re the rock in my roll you’re good for my soul it’s true. I’m head over cleats for youuuuu!”  

Christen covers her face with her hands, though she can do nothing to hide her beaming smile as the bus fills with laughter.  

“The way you sparkle like a diamond ring. Maybe one day we can make it a thing.”  

It’s then you realize that everyone on the bus has their camera out as you serenade your girlfriend.

“Test time and grow old together. Rock in our chairs and talk about the weather.”

You bob your head swaying back and forth as you again point across the bus at your tomato faced girlfriend.  

You beckon Christen over with your index and middle finger but she shakes her head as she giggles, Tobin wearing a megawatt smile as she turns towards her, phone in hand.  

“So, bring it on in for that angel kiss. Put that feel good on my lips...”  

Christen’s green orbs lock with your Y/E/C orbs as she blows you a kiss across the bus, one you immediately catch before you continue to sing.  

“Cause you’re the one I want, you’re the one I need. Baby, if I was a king, you would be my queen.”

You continue to dance, busting out a dance move that makes the bus full of women fill with laughter, the loudest of that laughter being from Ashlyn and Megan.

“You’re the rock in my roll you’re good for my soul it’s true. I’m head over cleats for youuuuu!”

You jump up on your seat as the music plays, all the girls recording you as you dance.  

“Yeah I’m here to pick you up. I hope I don’t let you down.”  

The music slows as you stop your silly dancing, only swaying slowly back and forth as you place a hand over your heart, the hand you’d caught her kiss with, and point across the bus at your girlfriend.  

Sonnett turns the camera to her face, the thousands watching you live on Instagram as you serenade Christen commenting as fast as they can type.  

“This is sickening.” She whispers and Lindsey leans towards her.  

“Sickeningly adorable.”  

Kelley pops up over the seat behind them, along with Alex and Allie who are sitting behind her.  

“Amen.” Kelley says, the other women nodding in agreement.  

Sonnett and the others quickly turn their cameras back towards you when you start to sing again.

“Cause you’re the one I want, you’re the one I need. Baby, if I was a king, you would be my queen. You’re the rock in my roll you’re good for my soul it’s true. I’m head over cleats for youuuuu!”

“You’re the one I want, you’re the one I need. Baby, if I was a king, you would be my queen. You’re the rock in my roll you’re good for my soul it’s true. I’m head over cleats for youuuuu!”

You smile lovingly across the bus at Christen, whose eyes sparkle as she returns that same loving smile.  

“I want to sweep you off your feet tonight. I want to love you and hold you tight. Spin you around on some old dance floor.”

The song ends and everyone on the bus erupts, cheering, clapping and wolf whistling as you blush, giving the bus a few dramatic bows.  

“Why are your cheeks so red Chris?” Tobin asks with a laugh and the brunette grumbles as she gives her best friend a nudge.  

“Shut up.”  

Christen grins, the grin you love so much, the grin you’d do anything to see, the grin that was one of the many reasons you’d fallen in love with Christen Press.  

“I love you.” Christen smiles and of course, the bus coos and awes loudly, phones still in hand and camera’s recording.  

“I love you too.” You grin.  

“Okay, now that your 10 Things I Hate About You reenactment is over, get down.” Becky says as she smacks your leg.  

“Yes mom.” You grumble as you sit back down.  

“You could’ve gotten hurt.” She chastises and you throw your head back with a groan.  

“But still, it was sweet.” Becky smiles as you stare across the bus at your girlfriend.  

“Only for the sweetest girl in the world.” You wink at Christen who blushes bright red.  

“You two are so gross.” Ashlyn rolls her eyes playfully, only to be smacked in the chest by Ali.  

“Why have you never sung to me?” She asks and the goalie’s eyes widen.  

The couple bickers and the women around you begin chattering again, mostly all about your performance, but you’ve tuned out as you stare across the bus at Christen. She bites her bottom lip to stave off a massive grin.  

“I love you.” You mouth and Christen giggles.  

“I love you too.”  

[multi-fandomimaginespeople]

One look PT 1. JJ Maybank imagine

I’ve learned that it only takes one look to completely change your life. That first look, that first glance that makes your entire body tingle, that makes your world stop. Though it doesn’t really stop; it just starts revolving around another being. That moment when you see your person, THE person for who you would risk it all for. There is nothing like it, no better feeling. It’s like you were dead before and then, you’re alive. For the first time in your whole entire life, you’re alive.

Your life was ordinary, boring even. Hanging out with the same kooks, doing the same things. You felt numb. Nothing exiting ever happened, except when the pogues were around. Then everything felt more exiting, more dangerous. You craved a little danger, something to break the continuous cycle you were stuck in. That is exactly why you agreed to attend a party at the beach with some of your friends. The pogues would be there, it ought to be a fun time.  

You had been at the beach with your friends for a while. You had already had a few drinks, just enough for things to get interesting. You were going to get another drink, wanting to feel something even if it was the burn of hard liquor going down your throat. You were pouring the liquid inside your red cup when you saw him. You couldn’t get yourself to look away, your eyes glued to this face you’d never seen before. You were hypnotised by this boy. For some reason you knew he was going to be a part of your life, whether that be as her lover or someone you felt unrequited love for, you knew. All it took was one look and you were in love. One word and you would be there, one touch and you would ask for more.  

-Hey Y/N!  

Your friend, who you hadn’t seen a while yelled over to you, waving. You looked away from him reluctantly. Waving back, you quickly glanced to where he was just seconds ago. To your surprise, he wasn’t there anymore. You looked around, trying to find his blond hair anywhere. He was nowhere to be found; how could you have lost sight of the most beautiful guy you had ever seen? Suddenly a voice comes up from next to you. You don’t even have to look; you just know it is him.

-Hey, you almost done with that?

You look over at him confused, not really knowing what he means by that. He gestures the liquor bottle you’ve been holding tightly in your hands.  

-Yeah sorry, here you go.

Standing there, next to you, he’s even more handsome than you’d thought. Your heart has never raced so fast in your whole life. You might actually pass out. A feminine voice comes from where he was sitting earlier, next to the bonfire.

-Hey JJ! You coming?

-Yeah Kie. This kook was taking her sweet time with the liquor.  

And your heart drops. Talk about a first impression.  

HI! I haven’t written anything in over 3 years so hopefully I haven’t lost my magic touch and you’ve actually enjoyed this. I’ll write a part 2 if anyone is actually interested so heart and message me/ request if that is something that you might want maybe. Thank-youuuuu

[taejeonie]

taehyuck moments that make me feel lonely

every time hyuck would call taehee and how she would respond

“noOOoOoNAaAaAA~”

“hAeChaAnIE~”

taehee had a like,,love-hate relationship with hyuck back then

“noona, i don’t like your hair”

“i don’t like your face, donghyuck”

lol but that was before

present time!!!!

everytime hyuck would look at taehee he looks so

smitten

it’s cute

during yaja time,,,hyuck would always make sure that taehee calls him ‘oppa’ just to tease her

when they both won in rpd in their weekly idol guesting,,,hyuck gave his point to 127 while taehee gave hers to dream

mark mentioning taehee and hyuck used to fight a lot predebut but now they’re super close!!!

taehee being tsundere with hyuck

“noona, i love youuuu |( ^ 3 ^)|”

*shoves hyuck away aggressively*

but then later on she’s like

“haechanie, do you want to play games?”

“i knew you loved me (＾＿＾)”

being good at games

they gave tips to dream on that one weekly idol episode

speaking of weekly idol episode

taehyuck stans got so much content when they guested there during superhuman era

taehee had to ‘appeal’ to them before picking a partner

“should i dance?”

“AEGYO”

“haechan-ssi said aegyo!!! wahh,,it looks like taehee-ssi is a bit reluctant”

taehee: jdkskdkfksk

“i....i’m not acting pretty-“

“AHH CUTEEE”

“i was born pretty”

“PASS!,” hyuck shouted

so the hosts continued to interview her while hyuck and doyoung were waiting behind her

“taehee-ssi, who do you want in mind?”

“haechanie?”

doyoung: <//3

“why haechan?”

“bc he’s good at playing games”

“ahh!! so you’re only using him?”

“yes hehe”

so when taehee turns around she’s like \(//∇//)\ bc hyuck’s there

but then she sees doyoung and she goes ( O . O)

“HER REACTION- HAHAHAHAH”

“okay. appeal to me”

hyuck stands up and proceeds to wink at her and bite his lip

hyuckie sweetie don’t be so provocative or else sunflowers will d word

“ah you’re a bit bold, aren’t you?,” taehee taunts him

“even if you’re just planning to use me, you’ll fall in love with me in the end and i will cherish you forever”

taehee.exe has stopped working part 3948289492

“OH HE OFFERED HIS LOVE”

“i have money-“

lol taehyuck wins in the end

taehee felt hyuck’s lips when they were guessing a ball of yarn was in between them so she got so scared

“WHAT WAS THAT”

they’re so cute during fansigns also

the cutest was one they were sending each other hearts while they were on both ends of the table

taehee can’t resist running her hands through hyuck’s hair

even if the managers tell her not to

like you’d see her stare at hyuck for a moment before patting his head and keeping her hand there

or pushing it back from the front

cheek kisses.

“noona, what are you planning to do after practice?”

“i’m planning to sleep-“

“MWAH”

“LEE HAECHAN!”

“and that was haechan’s kiss cam- OW”

host: “haechan, your birthday is coming up. what do you wish for?”

*glances at taehee sneakily*

“i want a kiss from noona”

then you can hear jisung, chenle, and renjun gag

while mark laughs nervously leader tingz

lowkey the host pestered her to do it so taehee kissed hyuck on the cheek anyways

being each other’s seratonin boosts during performances

like they would pass by each other and next thing you know,,they won’t stop smiling

in america hyuck kept clinging onto taehee

they also kept going on about taeil’s butterfly

when taehee mc’d for isac she was cheering for hyuck

“AH!! THAT’S OUR ACE!!”

and vice versa

when they were planning the 24-hour relay, taehee said she wanted to do frisbee and walk her dog but she wants a member to go with her

“i’ll go with you,” hyuck told her

“really?”

and you can see taehee’s eyes light up bc awowowow she’s so cute

so when they were doing the relay live already

the both of them went out to a park

“you’re in a lot of videos today”

“yes, but i enjoyed this the most since i get to spend it with youuuuu”

“you’re following in my footsteps, aren’t you”

hihi

so taehee taught him like the different throws of frisbee

hyuck threw the disc really hard and it landed far away so taehee had to get it

hyuck went near the camera and pointed it at her

“look at my noonaaaa”

“she’s so cute, isn’t she”

and then later on they walked taehee’s dog named ‘통이’

he’s a brown shitzu puppy that hyuck gave her for her bday

most of taehee’s relay vid was just her and hyuck playing with 통이

“so how’s our child doing in school?”

“OUR CHILD???”

“통이!! 통이’s our child!!”

“since when???”

“i gave him to you!! he’s our child now”

“you’re weird”

then later in hyuck’s relay,,he was about to play games

but he called taehee first

“baby? what are you doing?”

damn hyuck you call jaehyun baby,,,now taehee?? donghyuck bad boy.

“why the sudden english?”

(in korean) “just answer!!”

“umm i’m about to sleep. why?”

“okay..let’s just play games when you wake up!”

“you’re still playing games when i wake up? HAHA”

hyuck laughs with her, “yeaaaa”

“okay, goodnight baby!”

“goodnight, baby!”

c o n t e n t

them dancing all the parts in kick it during their weekly idol guesting

we stan

hyuck couldn’t look away from taehee when she was doing her facial window

“CUTE!!”

“AHH NOONA I WANT TO HUG YOU”

but the he suddenly goes silent when she does the cold ver.

flustered tm

but then goes back to finding her cute when she whined to jungwoo right after

in the latest nct life, they would sit beside each other all the time

vvvv competitive when they were doing the luge race

when they would sleep during car rides their heads are on top of each other <3

everytime taehee would laugh, the fans would notice how hyuck looked at her

like there’s literally heart eyes for her

and they were roommates

like her, hyuck, and yuta

since there were only two beds, yuta offered to sleep on the floor

“i’ll just sleep beside hyuck. you can take the bed”

later on...

“what are you doing?”

“i can’t help it...i like you too much”

“i can’t move”

“if we stay like this, we won’t need blankets anymore, noonaaa”

“turn the other way”

hyuck complied but made taehee wrap her arms around him

hyuck small spoon uwuuwuwuwu

both of them being good at the shooting game haha

#gamertingz

instead of worrying over hyuck when he almost fell off the 9m thingy

she laughed at him and called him slow

“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA”

“HEY HAECHAN YOU’RE TOO SLOW WE’RE LOSING”

but then they gang up on the opposing team bc they’re salty they lost

stealing clothes is taehee’s thing

well,,just hyuck’s clothes

like you’d see her wear hyuck’s ‘sinners’ hoodie from time to time

and his green one during the 00’ line vlive

i think she’s worn it a lot more than hyuck does

“you’re wearing my clothes again, why won’t you just buy your own?”

“save money!!!”

the way they hold hands is cute too

like during award shows, their pinkies are linked together akmakskakdl

and they’re always together in the airport

they were doing a punishment bc they lost in a game

and it was a peppero game

*cue mark sweating nervously bc the dreamies are scary and taehee is a rebellious so he doesn’t know what would happen*

anyw they got the peppero stick to go like really really short

like a little bit more and they would get in trouble

and then BOOM

renjun pushes taehee’s head forward, making her and hyuck almost kiss

but they pulled away so quickly

“you dangerous thing :000 we almost kissed”

and when mark thought it couldn’t get any worse

“it wouldn’t be the first time” - jeon taehee, 20

“oKAY CUT”

their iconic vlive moments

aka where hyuck professes his love to taehee it sounds so sincere that it makes her genuinely flustered

“one day, i’m gonna marry taehee noona-“

taehee hits him lightly in surprise before saying, “don’t stay stuff like that hahaha”

“it’s true!! i have my future planned out already”

“you’re so weird”

“it’s okay. as long as you love me”

hyuck moves his face closer to taehee, causing her to look away and gag

“DOYOUNG OPPA HE’S BEING WEIRD AGAIN!!!”

the other one was when taehee was reading comments

“lee donghyuck, do you love me?”

“jeon taehee, i really,,really,,really love you”

“.....i was reading a comment”

dw hyuck gave the fan a heart in slight embarrassment

and then the next one was during taehee’s birthday

she held a solo live yAYYYY

but then the comments were asking about hyuck so she let them know that he’s recovering well and he’ll be back soon before you know it!!

“haechanie? haechanie’s doing fine everyone!! he’s recovering at home and he’ll be back before you know it ∩^ω^∩”

“i think he’s watching this live- hey, haechan! you take care of yourself, okay? and don’t be too stubborn next time....”

“i got a little worried,” she mumbled softly

“just get better quickly, okay? i’ll treat you to beef and we can go watch movies as soon as your better”

she gives a smile before going back to reading the comments

her phones suddenly rings, “oh? it’s haechanie”

she puts it on speaker and says hello cutely

and the first thing hyuck says is

“i love you”

ABD THEN TAEHEE SMILES JUST REALLY WIDE AND HER DIMPLES ARE SHOWING AND HER EYE SMILE

DEFINITELY ARE SOULMATES

“i miss youu”

“i miss you tooo. what are you doing?”

“watching your live of course!! happy birthday”

“hihi thank you”

and then when hyuck got better they had another vlive again with 127 and dream

like the new year one

anyways

it got quiet for a bit after haechan said his like ‘i’m better now’ speech

and then when he finishes taehee calls his attention

and she’s like serious BC SHE WAS WORRIED OKAY

HYUCK’S LIKE HER BABY STFU

“be careful next time. don’t get sick again”

it sounded so sincere hyuck felt his heart melt.

cute

DREAM GRADUATION

ugh such an emotional day

hyuck was tearing up when watching their vcr

then he couldn’t hold back his tears anymore when they were doing their ending ment :(((

i mean he’s still with them in 127 but it feels different :((

when they were about to do a group hug, taehee pulled away from mark and ran into hyuck when he opened his arms out for her

it was a short hug but still

:(((

bUT!!!

they continue to support each other even if they’re in different sub-units at times

taehee kept saying hyuck looked more handsome ever since boom cb

then even MORE handsome in reload

“i know (⌒-⌒; )”

fans noticed how taehee turned more affectionate with hyuck during this era

OGNDNKDKDKS

“most importantly, i miss mark hyung and taehee noona today”

(´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

OKAY BACK TO LESS ANGSTY MOMENTS

now taehee is more clingy with hyuck these days

it’s either they’re beside each other and one of them is leaning on the other

or they sit on each other’s laps

they also go out and eat often yieeee

“is it good?”

“mhmm!!”

that’s all thank u for tuning in !!!

although, she doesn’t show it that much at first, taehee loves hyuck very much !!!

so does hyuck

i feel like they’re really gonna have a very strong relationship til the end of time

yes they’ll grow old together <33

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Universe Falls Chapter 76

AN: Heyoooo kudos to me for writing a chapter with a hella short turnaround time of only 3 days. That’s pretty solid on my part if you ask me, as is this chapter as a whole. Anyway, here it is, enjoy!

Previous: https://minijenn.tumblr.com/post/190860819859/universe-falls-chapter-75

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Chapter 76: The New Stan

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“For your consideration…” Steven began, his tone authoritative as he paced before the trio sitting in front of him in the shack’s den. “The koala, a marsupial from the forests of Australia. And the sloth, hailing from the forest of South America. Who should be crowned king of the ‘Hanging Around and Doing Nothing’ mammals?”

At the proposal of such a seemingly trivial question, a beat of silence passed between Dipper, Mabel, and Connie, at least until the lattermost of the three spoke up to it. “I read once that sloths eat their own droppings.”

“Aw, gross!” Mabel exclaimed as Dipper likewise cringed. 

“...Well, that’s definitely going to affect the rankings,” Steven noted thoughtfully. 

“Um… why are we talking about this again?” Dipper asked, raising a confused eyebrow. 

“Uh, because it's only the most important question ever,” Mabel said with an eager grin. “Koalas vs. sloths; the battle of the century. One of them has to come out on top as to who's the laziest. And who gives the best sleepy hugs! The fate of the world depends on this decision!”

“See? Mabel gets it,” Steven nodded in agreement. 

“Um, guys, no offense, but... do you think that this ‘important’ conversation might be stemming from the fact that we’re all kind of… bored?” Connie asked, finally pointing out the obvious. 

“What? No,” Steven scoffed. “We’re not-”

“We’re totally bored,” Dipper interjected flatly. “Guess it was inevitable seeing as how we’ve sorted out most of our major problems this summer. Defeating Gideon, finding out who the author is, stopping the Cluster and Malachite. Everything’s pretty much over, except-”

“Oh, honestly, Stanley! Would you just act your age for a change?!”

“Yeah, sure I will, Ford, just as soon as you get over yourself and that planet-sized ego of yours!”

“...Except that…” Dipper finished, frowning. 

The kids all turned towards the room’s entrance just as Stan and Ford entered, their bitter argument continuing all the while. “Look, Stan, it's not like I’m even asking that much of you,” the author said, trying his best to remain calm, even if his expression alone told that he was clearly frustrated. “All I want is for you to keep all of your clearly illegal activity as far away from my house as humanly possible.”

“Illegal activity?” Stan scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, sixer, but I’ve never done anything illegal. Well, at least not around here.”

“Oh really?” Ford raised a dubious eyebrow. “Then why did I find this bag under the kitchen sink earlier today that’s clearly labeled ‘illegally imported cat fur’?”

“Uh, ‘cause somebody’s framing me, duh,” the conman rebuffed, crossing his arms. “Also if anyone asks, that fur was obtained in a perfectly humane manner. That may or may not have involved shaving.”

“For crying out loud, Stanley...” Ford pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. 

“Hey, don’t act all high and mighty,” Stan countered, pointing an accusatory finger at his brother. “It’s not like you’ve never acted under the law either, Mr. ‘I’m Gonna Build A Secret Space Portal Fueled By Toxic Chemical Waste In My Basement’.”

“That’s completely different,” Ford glowered. “First of all, my portal was--at least on my end of things--for science.”

“Oh yeah? And how did that whole ‘science’ thing go for ya, huh, Ford?”

“Stanley!”

“Whoa, hey!” Steven exclaimed, the first and only one of the kids to interject as he hurried to stand between the quarrelling brothers. “Why are you guys spending time fighting when you could be spending time hugging?”

“Yeah, like koalas and sloths!” Mabel chimed in from her spot on the couch. 

“Tch, kid, would you butt outta this?” Stan scowled down at the young Gem. “We’re sort of in the middle of something here.”

“Correction, Stanley, you’re in the middle of getting this unlawful cat fur out of my house!” Ford huffed, shoving the bag of contraband into the conman’s hands. 

“Geez, fine,” Stan groaned, heading to the door to do just that. “Remind me to never let you find my illegal stashes of albino goat fur and bearded dragon scales. Those are the big money makers right there. And the ones most likely to warrant a full-on police raid if anybody ever found out about ‘em.”

“Your what?” Ford asked, baffled as he hurried after his brother, aptly alarmed by this information. “Stanley, wait!”

“Y-yeah, wait!” Steven called after the pair as they headed out of the shack. “Don’t you guys wanna stay and hang out, maybe catch up, talk through your problems with each other-”

“No!” both Stan and Ford adamantly shouted just shy of the shack’s door slamming shut.

“Wow, why isn’t that surprising?” Dipper remarked with an exasperated huff in light of the pair’s hostile exit. 

“Well, at least they can agree on one thing,” Connie said. “The fact that they can’t get along at all…”

“Which is so sad, you guys!” Steven exclaimed, genuinely upset. “That trip to Emerald City was supposed to help Mr. Pines and Mr. Ford get along and be a family again-”

“And it didn’t work…” Mabel said with a glum sigh. 

“But that doesn’t mean we should give up,” the young Gem urged intently. “There’s gotta be something we can do to-”

“Steven…” Dipper interjected with a fretful sigh. “I know you mean well, but what can we really do at this point? Stan and Ford have already made up their minds. It’s just like Connie said; the only thing those two have in common is that they can’t stand each other.”

“But that’s just how they act,” Steven pointed out. “Deep down, I bet they really do care about each other and love each other, just like family should! Right, Mabel?” 

While normally, Mabel would have eagerly agreed with such warm and hopeful sentiments, this time she said nothing, her brows furrowed anxiously as she borrowed her face into the collar of her sweater, forlorn. Yet even despite this relative lack of support, Steven wasn’t about to give up so easily. “C’mon, you guys,” he encouraged with a bright smile. “Like you said, Dipper, we’ve solved every problem that’s come our way this summer except for this one. So between the four of us, I’m sure we can come up with something and-”

“And then it’ll turn into a big deal and things will inevitably go awry, and we’ll all learn some deep lesson while things between Stan and Ford remain exactly the same,” Dipper finished knowingly. “Been there, done that, several times over now. Don’t you think that story’s starting to get just a little bit stale?”

“I can’t help but agree,” Connie nodded, frowning. “We’ve tried taking a more active approach here, and it… hasn’t gotten us very far. Maybe we should just let Mr. Pines and Mr. Ford patch things up on their own.”

Steven was more than prepared to protest this, knowing that waiting for something to happen hadn’t done much for any of them--particularly for Stan and Ford--either. And yet, as he took in the mix of doubtful, dejected, and dismal faces before him, he realized that, despite his best efforts, he was ultimately alone in altruistic intentions to help the bitter brothers. “Yeah…” the young Gem finally sighed, disappointed. Yet even so, some small, yet substantial part of him wasn’t so willing to let the matter go. Even if his friends had made it quite clear that they already had. “I guess you’re right…”

“Great! So let’s get back to something way more fun and less depressing!” Mabel chimed in, quickly perking back up. “Like the age-old question… koalas or sloths? Someone’s gotta win here, people!”

As Dipper and Connie merely laughed the downright trivial question off, Steven hardly paid it much mind. Instead, his focus was still on the door Stan and Ford had just walked out of, his thoughts on them and largely nothing else. He knew that something had to be done to right the decades-old wrongs between the pair, to bring them back to being the close-knit brothers they apparently used to be. But as for exactly what could be done, the young Gem admittedly, regretfully had no ideas. And maybe, he wondered and slightly even feared, such an idea might not ever even come at all. But even if it that brilliant, much-needed idea didn’t come and even if his friends wouldn’t stand by his side on this, Steven was still resolved to do something to bridge the far-too long-standing gap between the brothers. To fix that final problem, once and for all. 

In fact, the young Gem was so caught up in his thoughts about the brothers that carried them home with him later that evening, incomplete plans and unformed ideas swirling around in his mind, all of them centered on what could possibly work to finally repair Stan and Ford’s broken bond. And yet, even as Steven went to bed that night, he still didn’t have much to show for his efforts, much to his frustration. Which was why the young Gem’s sleep was restless as he tossed and turned in bed, fitfully muttering softly all the while. 

His dreams didn’t seem to offer him much peace either, for Steven barely even noticed as they landed him in a strange, dark sort of void. In fact, as he floated aimlessly through that void, his thoughts were still focused on Stan and Ford, to the point that he wasn’t even surprised when he spotted the pair of brothers also floating afar in the darkness much like he was. 

“Mr. Pines! Mr. Ford!” the young Gem exclaimed, reaching out to the brothers even though their backs were turned away from him as they floated apart from each other. “Why can’t you guys just see things eye-to-eye and get along like brothers should? I wish I could show youuuuu-AH!” 

Steven broke into an alarmed cry as he suddenly started speeding across the void completely against his own volition. Panicked as he was, he tried taking some control and direction of his rapid motion, especially as he haphazardly flew towards the twins. And as he did, his frightened cry finally seemed to reach at least one of them as Stan briefly began to turn just as Steven was involuntarily pushed toward him in particular as a result of his rapidly flailing arms and legs. Until, in a moment far too stark and sudden for the young Gem to even process, he collided right into the conman right as everything suddenly slammed to black. 

“Ah!” Steven shouted, abruptly darting up in bed, though not without an odd ache coursing through his lower back as he did. In fact, nearly everything about his body seemed strangely… stiffer, not that he really had an immediate change to figure out why as he realized something was covering his face--a magazine filled with, of all things, pictures of older ladies dressed in expensive coats. Peculiar as that was, the young Gem quickly tossed it away, only to find that the space he found himself in now was a far cry from the one he’d fallen asleep in last night. 

“Huh…?” Steven muttered, frowning as he got a better look around. The room was musty and messy, with only sparse morning light filtering in from the dawn shutters to reveal clothes and other various objects strewn across the floor. Even so, there was something of an air of familiarity about it all the same, one that the young Gem couldn’t quite place as he shook his head in confusion. “This isn’t the temple-” He gasped, his eyes wide as he realized just how deep and gruffly the statement had come out, paired with an even more alarming revelation that his hand was larger and calloused than he was used to it being. “T-this isn’t my voice or my hand or-WHAAAAAT?!” 

 Steven’s bewilderment reached its peak as he caught a glimpse at the mirror propped up against the wall alongside the bed he was sitting in. A mirror that didn’t show his own reflection at all, but rather the reflection of a certain conman instead. “No way…” he muttered, leaning into the mirror to make sure that, sure enough, his current face wasn’t really his. “I’m… Mr. Pines?!”

As shocking as this realization was, the young Gem was shaken up even more as he happened to lean just a bit too far, only to end up falling off the bed entirely. He landed onto the floor with a loud crash, disoriented for a moment only to realize that the body he was currently somehow inhabiting was only barely dressed. “Gah! A-and I’m in boxes!” he cried, flustered as he shielded his eyes while awkwardly stumbling to stand. “I-I must have jumped into Mr. Pines’ mind, l-like I did with that Watermelon Steven!” The young Gem tried his best to rationalize, knowing that his odd powers and his relative lack of control over them were really the only explanation he had for something so unprecedented. Still, even if he had no idea exactly how or why his powers had inexplicably landed him in control of Stan’s body, he properly stood, glancing around for anything he could use to cover the conman’s sparsely-clothed body. 

“I-I guess while I’m in here,” the young Gem began, thankfully finding Stan’s usual suit coat and tie. “I’d better do my best to respect Mr. Pines’ body…” Steven frowned as he held up a pair of pants he found on the floor. “And his privacy. Oh, wait!” he exclaimed brightly, stars in his eyes as he looked to the mirror once again. “Dipper and Mabel have got to see this. They’ll love this!”

With an excited grin, Steven rushed to dress up in Stan’s usual attire, fez and all, before bursting out of his room and into the rest of the shack with verve and gusto. As he sauntered down the hall, he was more than happy to declare the strange, yet interesting state of affairs to himself as he got used to his new voice and new body all the while. 

“I’m Mr. Pines!” he chuckled, playfully flicking the tassel of the conman’s fez around. “I’m Mr. Pines, I’m Mr.--ohoho! I guess I could also say… I’m Stan! Right, Waddles?” He asked the pig, who was blankly sitting in the hall as he passed him by. Waddles simply tilted his head, slightly confused by ‘Stan’s’ chipper attitude, but Steven simply took it in stride all the same as he began walking backwards and continuing excitable declaration of his current identity. 

“I’m Stan for the day, I’m Mr. Pines, I’m-oh!” Steven stopped short as he happened to accidentally bump into something from behind. Or rather someone. 

“Ugh, Stanley…” Ford grumbled, turning to his ‘brother’ with a dry, annoyed expression. “What in the multiverse are you doing? Aside from not watching where you’re going, that is.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Mr. Fooooo--or I-I mean, just Ford,” Steven attempted to play himself off with a small laugh, not quite prepared to reveal the truth to the author just yet. “How’s your morning going?”

“Um… fine?” Ford raised a confused eyebrow, especially as he took note of the ‘conman’s’ wide, warm smile. “Are you… feeling alright, Stanley?”

“Yeah, never better!” the young Gem grinned, quite amused by the fact that he had even the author himself so very fooled. “Why do you ask?”

“...No reason,” Ford said stiffly, still somewhat suspicious as he continued on his way past the ‘conman’. 

“Ok, bye, ‘bro’!” Steven called after him with a cheerful wave. The young Gem couldn’t help but let out another small, somewhat devious giggle in spite of himself, impressed by just how well his own mind-changing power seemed to work. Which was why he couldn’t wait to see how Dipper and Mabel would react as he hurried up the stairs toward the attic as fast as he could. 

In fact, he barely managed to suppress an excited grin as he briefly peeked into the attic to find the pair of younger twins getting dressed and ready for the day. Wanting to put on something of a playful act, Steven put on the usual stern and grumpy demeanor he knew Stan to usually have as he knocked on the door, not even waiting for either of the twins to invite him in. 

The instant he burst the door open, that gruff act quickly fell the moment he caught sight of his pair of friends, both of whom were quite surprised by the sudden intrusion. “Uh, Grunkle Stan?” Dipper began, quite confused as the ‘conman’ broke into an uncharacteristically elated smile. 

“Yep! It’s me! Your Grunkle Stan!” Steven exclaimed, barely managing to hold back another amused snicker. “How’s my favorite niece and nephew on this beautiful morning?”

“Aw, we’re doing great, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel chimed, clearly charmed by the ‘conman’s’ high spirits. 

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Dipper asked, crossing his arms. “What, did you finally win one of those ‘win a thousand bucks every week’ sweepstakes you’re always entering?”

“Nope, even better,” Steven shook his head. “I’ve got a secret.”

“Ooo, a secret?” Mabel asked, instantly intrigued. “Oh! Wait! I think I know! Grunkle Stan…” Her smile widened into a coy, knowing smirk. “Do you have a girlfriend?!”

“Um… no,” Steven said plainly. “The secret I have is even better than that!”

“Might it have anything to do with why you’re acting so… weird?” Dipper ventured, raising a perplexed eyebrow at the ‘conman’. “Because no offense, Grunkle Stan, but you don’t really seem like… well, you.”

“That’s because… I’m not!” Steven winked, catching both of the twins off guard. 

“Uh… what do you mean?” Mabel frowned, not following. 

“I mean… I’m not actually Mr. Pines!” Steven finally revealed. “I’m--oh, wait! This’ll be more fun if you guess who I really am!”

“Easy,” Mabel snapped her fingers. “You’re Amethyst! ‘Cause she can and has shapeshifted into Stan a bunch of times before. Mostly to play pranks on people, but joke’s on you Amethyst, cause we’re too smart to fall for it this time!”

“Uh, one problem with that theory of yours, Mabel,” Dipper pointed out. “Amethyst is usually, you know, purple when she shapeshifts into people? And I doubt even her Stan impression is that good.”

“Dipper’s right, I’m not Amethyst,” Steven grinned proudly as he crossed his arms. “I’m actually… drumroll, please!” Mabel readily offered that drumroll with a pair of pencil’s against the nightstand, even though Dipper didn’t join in on the excitement as he simply kept a cautious eye on ‘Stan’. At least until he finally revealed who he really was. “Steven! Ta da!”

“Whaaaat?!” both twins exclaimed in equally dumbfounded surprise.

“No way,” Dipper shook his head, immediately doubtful. 

“Whoa, Steven!” Mabel, on the other hand, readily believed it. “Did you shapeshift into Grunkle Stan?”

“Not exactly,” Steven chuckled. “You guys know how I was able to go into the minds of one of those Watermelon Stevens a while back? I think I can do that with people now too! That’s how I woke up this morning with my mind in Mr. Pines’ body! Pretty cool, huh?”

“Oh my gosh! Heck yeah it is!” Mabel exclaimed, absolutely amazed. “What’s being a super old man like? Are you all stiff and crinkly because of the arthritis setting in?”

“A little, yeah, but I’m getting used to it,” Steven said, stretching out the best he could. “What do you think, Dipper?”

“Isn’t Steven-Stan the coolest?” Mabel added, sharing the young Gem’s eager smile. 

Dipper, however, refused to adopt that smile himself, the shared levity completely lost on him as he instead looked to Steven, stern disapproval clear on his face. Especially as he thought of exactly what this bizarre turn of events, of what someone completely taking over the body of someone else, reminded him so very much of. “...I don’t like this,” he said plainly, deciding not to go any further into why. At least not right now. 

“Aw, why not?” Steven frowned, confused. 

“C’mon, don’t be such a stick-in-the-mud, bro-bro,” Mabel huffed petulantly. “Even you’ve gotta admit this is the most amazing thing to ever happen. Or… at least to happen this week; a lot of really crazy things happen to us after all.”

Dipper said nothing, instead crossing his arms as he glared away from the pair almost bitterly. While his discomfort was somewhat lost on Mabel, Steven did take note of it. And even if he didn’t quite understand exactly why Dipper seemed to be so upset, that didn’t mean the young Gem wasn’t still quite concerned all the same. “Dipper?” he ventured, starting to reach a hand out toward him. “Are you-”

“Oh my gosh, Steven!” Mabel suddenly interjected, breaking through with an excited gasp. “You know we have to tell Grunkle Ford about this. He’ll totally flip when he gets a load of the ‘new Stan’, if ya know what I mean.”

“Oh, well, actually I already ran into Mr. Ford on the way up here,” Steven said, picking up a small smile once more. “And he was completely fooled! He really thought I was Mr. Pines! Isn’t that crazy?”

“The craziest!” Mabel readily agreed. 

“In fact, I even--wait,” the young Gem stopped short, his eyes widening as a sudden idea came to him. One that could very well accomplish what nothing else so far really had. “You guys… what if… we use this as a way to help Mr. Pines and Mr. Ford finally make up?”

“Oh?” Mabel asked, curious. “Whatcha got in mind, ‘Mr. Pines’?”

“I can go talk to Mr. Ford,” Steven began. “And he’ll think I’m Mr. Pines. That way I can finally get him to open up and talk about he really feels about his brother-”

“Oh! And then you can go into Grunkle Ford’s body and do the same thing with Stan!” Mabel finished. “And then they’ll finally make up and be best friends again without even realizing it! Steven, that’s a brilliant idea!”

“No, that’s a horrible idea,” Dipper interjected, looking between the pair in absolute disbelief that they’d both be so on board with such an underhanded scheme. “Steven, even if this plan of yours does somehow work, then it won’t be Stan and Ford making up; it’ll be you doing it for them. Isn’t that just a little bit--or should I say really--manipulative?”

“...Yeah, maybe it is...” Steven frowned, rubbing his, or rather the conman’s, arm apprehensively. 

“But nothing else has worked so far!” Mabel countered. “The camping trip, Emerald City, they’ve all been big huge busts! We need to face it, Dipper; if nothing is going to get those two talking on their own, then maybe it’s time for somebody else, somebody in disguise like Steven here, to step in to help give them a tiny little… nudge in the right direction.”

“That’s true too,” Steven noted thoughtfully. “Sure, it may not be the best way of doing things, but it is a way, one that might actually work too. And as long as it ends up with Mr. Pines and Mr. Ford getting along again, then that’s all that really matters, right?”

“Right!” Mabel nodded, assured that this idea could succeed. Dipper, on the other hand, was still absolutely, adamantly against it. 

“I can’t believe you guys,” he said, shaking his head disdainfully. “Steven, you should just… get out Stan’s body and back into your own and forget this whole ridiculous plan before it can all come crashing down. Because trust me, it’s not going to work.”

“Aw, says you,” Mabel rebuffed with a wave of her hand. “You never think our ideas are any good, Dipper, just admit it.”

“Well even if I don’t, at least I usually try to help you guys make them work,” Dipper countered crossly. “But this one? I’m sorry, but I refuse to have any parts of this. You guys are on your own.”

“Dipper…” Steven said softly, faltering with an uneasy, fretful frown. And yet, Mabel was much more openly frustrated and annoyed by her brother’s seemingly stubborn refusal to lend them a helping hand. 

“Fine! We’ll just get someone else to help us,” she huffed petulantly turning on her heel to leave. “Then we’ll see just how ‘horrible’ this plan is after Stan and Ford have finally hugged everything out like they should have done a long time ago! C’mon, Steven, let’s get started.”

As Mabel coldly headed out, Steven turned to join her, though not before looking back toward Dipper one last time. By now, he’d completely turned away from the pair, his arms tightly crossed as he refused to so much as even acknowledge their exit. Briefly, the young Gem considered making things right with him first, but at the same time, he knew he was quite ill-suited to, especially since he’d already largely made up his mind about the course of action they were going to go through with. And besides, Steven figured, there would always be time to smooth things over with Dipper later; now was the time to finally, finally sort things out between Stan and Ford instead. 

At the same time, Dipper remained still, refusing to budge on his stance against assisting in such an asinine plan. All the while, however, he was still trying to shake the sinking dread, the perpetual reminder of an all-too-painful point in the past that he couldn’t help but recall every time he so much as thought about the fact that Steven could so easily enter and take over the body of someone else without even really trying at all. The Watermelon Steven had been one thing, but with Stan, it was as though everything had changed. And as he stood there, he hoped with practically everything he had that in light of such a change, his instant misgivings over the the young Gem’s peculiar new power wouldn’t be proven right after all.

“Wait, I’m… confused,” Connie shook her head, trying to process everything Mabel and ‘Stan’ had just relayed to her. “So… you’re not Mr. Pines… you’re… Steven?”

“Well… yeah!” Steven grinned. “But I am in Mr. Pines’ body, so… I technically I am Mr. Pines while being Steven. Oof, I can’t say I blame you for being confused, Connie. This is tricky for even me to wrap my head around…”

“...Steven, this is really weird,” Connie said, point blank, looking to the ‘conman’ incredulously. 

“Weird and cool!” Mabel interjected brightly. “And it’s about to be exactly what we need to finally help Stan and Ford be the ‘Best Bros Forever” that they’re supposed to be! Mostly ‘cause Steven is way better at getting people to like him than Stan is, no offense to him.”

“What are you talking about, Mabel?” Steven frowned. “Tons of people like Mr. Pines! Like us, and Soos, and Amethyst, and… uh… um… hm…”

“Um… guys?” Connie spoke up apprehensively. “Don’t you think this whole plan of yours to help Mr. Pines and Mr. Ford out, while good-intentioned, might just be a little… morally ambiguous? And shady?”

“Aw, now you’re sounding like Dipper,” Mabel huffed, exasperated. “Just think of it like one of those means to an end sort of dealies, where it doesn’t super matter how we get there, just as long as we get there. It’s like Grunkle Stan himself always says: ‘sometimes ya gotta break a few bones to make an omelet’.”

“I think you mean eggs, not bones,” Connie said, deadpan.

“Nah, pretty sure Stan said ‘bones’...” Mabel mused before letting out a sharp gasp upon spotting Ford emerge from the shack, not too far away from their current meeting space outside it. “There’s Grunkle Ford! Go on, Steven, put your relationship-repairing skills into action! And don’t forget, you’ve really gotta sell the whole ‘you’re Stan’ thing, ok?”

“Already way ahead of you on that,” Steven winked, raising himself to a confident posture to match his brazen grin. “‘Stan’s the name, and relationship-repairing is my game!’ How’s that?”

“Uh… maybe a bit too on the nose,” Connie frowned. 

“Eh, you’ll figure something out,” Mabel said, unconcerned as she began pushing the young Gem forward. “Now go on out there and glue those two broken teacups back together again!”

Steven nodded, ready to do just that as he left the girls behind to watch whatever happened next from a safe distance away. “So… what should we do when this eventually ends up going wrong?” Connie asked, worried. 

“Nothing, cause it’s totally not gonna go wrong,” Mabel grinned calmly. “Just watch and see.”

“H-heya, Mr.--I-I mean--Hi, Ford!” Steven greeted with a cheery smile as he walked up to the author, who was in the midst of checking over some sort of odd handheld beeping device. “Whatcha up to?”

“Oh, simply checking the house’s perimeter for an infestation of termants,” Ford explained dully. “A highly destructive ant-termite hybrid indigenous to Gravity Falls. Not that it’s any of your concern, Stanley, seeing as how you probably never even bothered to think about checking for them over the past 30 years.”

“Huh,” Steven frowned, unsure of what to really say. “Well… I-I’m sure if I had known about them, then I would have. But if you say they’re dangerous, then I’ll keep a close eye out for them. Thanks for the heads up!”

“...You’re welcome?” Ford raised a confused eyebrow as he looked over at his ‘brother’. “Still acting as strange as you were earlier, I see. Is there any… particular reason for your bizarrely… upbeat attitude today?”

“W-well, I just thought I’d have a much better day if I got through it with a smile instead of a grumpy old frown all the time,” Steven shrugged, hoping Ford would buy this. Though of course, he didn’t. 

“Pfft, please,” the author scoffed with something that almost sounded like a laugh. “Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” the young Gem exclaimed, panicking that Ford might have already seen through his ruse. “I am your brother! T-totally not somebody else going around pretending to be him; that’d be just silly.”

“...Stanley, I was being sarcastic,” Ford remarked flatly. “Though… now that you mention it, you are acting noticeably… un-Stan-like…. Could it be that you’re not really who you claim to be after all…?”

“N-no!” Steven took in a sharp, anxious breath. “I-I really am Stan, I promise! I-I can prove it too! I like money, and uh… joy rides...” he listed, getting most of his ammo from Mabel as he glanced back at his shoulder at her, following the prompts she was signing to him. “And… watching TV and… prison?” he finished, offering the author a hopeful smile, one that Ford hardly returned. 

Instead, the author kept up his skeptical scowl as he looked past the ‘conman’ over to Mabel standing in the distance behind him. “Mabel, what exactly are you doing back there?” he asked, interrupting her continued attempts at pantomiming for Steven’s sake. 

“Oh!” Mabel gasped, caught off guard. “Uh… n-nothing suspicious! I-I… I’m just playing a friendly round of charades with my good friend Connie here!”

“Please don’t drag me into this,” Connie said stiffly, knowing that the situation had already far passed the line past ridiculous by this point. 

“Mm hmm…” Ford nodded dubiously as he turned back to his ‘brother’. “Stanley, I don’t know what kind of game you and the children are playing here, but I’d much prefer if you left me out of it. Thank you very much.”

And with that, the author turned to leave to continue his termant inspection, leaving Steven behind to realize that his plan was very quickly starting to fall apart. “W-wait! I-” the young Gem stopped short, letting out a disappointed sigh as the author walked out of earshot without even so much as thinking about looking back whatsoever. “...You’re welcome…”

“So, again I ask, since that the plan more or less has failed,” Connie began as Steven paced around the gift shop before her and Mabel. “What do we do now?”

“That’s a… good question,” Steven admitted with a small sigh. 

“I wouldn’t say the plan ‘failed’,” Mabel corrected as she leaned against the counter. “It’s just… hit a teeny tiny roadbump. But that doesn’t mean we should give up so easily! What we really need to do is find a way to get you and Ford to talk things out without any distractions getting in the way. And being a little more convincing with your whole Stan impression might not hurt either.”

“Yeah, I know…” Steven scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I guess it doesn’t matter that I’m using his body; I’m still more Steven than I’ll ever be Stan…”

“Yeah, that’s… kind of obvious,” Connie noted, frowning. “But look at the bright side; your Stan act is pretty convincing in every way outside of, you know, the whole ‘acting’ part.”

The young Gem sighed tiredly as he lay his head down on the counter, clearly at a complete loss as to what to do from here. “This is a mess…”

“Uh, it better not be a mess. Especially not after we spent the entire shop from top to bottom like you told us to last night,” Wendy remarked as she and Soos stepped into the gift shop, returning from their break. 

“Oh, hey, you guys!” Steven greeted the pair with a friendly wave despite Mabel and Connie’s shared alarm over their arrival and just how candid Steven seemed to be over it, given the circumstances. “Sorry, I… wasn’t really talking about the shop. But just for the record, it looks great! You two really did an awesome job cleaning it!”

Clearly, both Soos and Wendy were caught off guard by such a kind remark, especially since such sentiments were usually so hard to come by when it came to ‘Stan’. “G-gee, thanks, Mr. Pines!” the handyman smiled warmly. “By the way, are you ok? Somethin’ seems a little… different about you…”

“Oh!” Steven gasped, remembering the ruse he was supposed to be keeping up. “Uh, n-no, everything’s fine. Stan--w-who is me--is A-ok! T-thanks for asking.”

“Mm… no, something totally up with you…” Wendy noted, narrowing her eyes at the ‘conman’ before turning to Mabel and Connie. “You guys got any idea as to what?”

“N-nope, not us!” Mabel said with a forced grin, one that Connie shared as she shrugged innocently. “Everything’s totally normal around here! A-and especially with Grunkle Stan here who’s just started out on his new Foolproof Path To Becoming a Nicer Person, a plan created by yours truly. Right, ‘Grunkle Stan’?”

For a moment, Steven simply looked down at Mabel, absolutely confused until she gave him a knowing wink that silently instructed him to agree. “Oh, uh, y-yeah, that’s absolutely right! N-no more, uh, ‘Sour Stan’ for me! F-from now on, you can just call me… ‘Sweet Stan’! Yeah…”

“Oh, ok!” Soos grinned, readily believing this. “Whatever you say, ‘Sweet Stan’! Huh, really has a nice ring to it.”

“Hm…” Wendy frowned, not buying this herself as she looked to the ‘conman’ doubtfully. “Alright, then let’s put this whole, ugh, ‘Sweet Stan’ thing to the test. Mr. Pines, can I have a raise?”

“Are you kidding? Of course you can!” Steven instantly exclaimed with an eager smile. “Hanging out with you is one of my favorite things about being at the Mystery Shack, Wendy! Same to you, Soos! In fact, you can both have raises! My treat.”

“Whoa, really?” Soos asked, amazed. 

“...Eh, you know what? As weird as this whole thing is, I think I’ll take it,” Wendy shrugged, aptly satisfied by her raise as she ventured pushing the limit just a bit further. “Do you think maybe we could have the rest of the day off too? Just for the heck of it?”

“I don’t see why not,” the young Gem grinned, hands on his hips. “It’s such a nice day outside, so why stay cooped up in here for it? Go on out and have some fun!”

“Wow! Thanks a ton, Mr. Pines!” Soos exclaimed, waving to ‘Stan’ and the girls as he began to head off, completely oblivious. 

“I still don’t know what’s going on around here but… eh, what do I care?” Wendy grinned, following the handyman out. “Free day off, here I come!”

The moment both Soos and Wendy left, Steven, Mabel, and Connie alike all let out a collective sigh of relief, glad that their cover hadn’t been entirely blown even if it had been seen through. “That was way too close…” the young Gem muttered, allayed, though only for a moment as an all new-problem made herself apparent. 

“What was too close?”

“Ah!” Steven gasped, stumbling backward as a certain purple Gem dropped down from her spot in the rafters. “A-Amethyst! What are you doing here?”

“Oh, ya know,” the purple Gem casually plopped down to take a seat on the counter. “Just hanging around.”

“Oh, would you say you hang out more like koalas or sloths?” Steven asked before quickly catching himself. “Uh… I-I’m asking for Steven.”

“...What?” Amethyst asked, confused. 

“Aha! D-don’t mind Mr. Pines, Amethyst,” Connie interjected with an awkward chuckle. “He’s not exactly… feeling himself today.”

“Boy, tell me about it,” Amethyst remarked, eyeing the ‘conman’ warily. “What’s all this I hear about you going all ‘soft’ and ‘sweet’, Stan? That’s not how you roll, never has been, never will be. And don’t you two go acting all innocent either,” she said to Mabel and Connie. “I know you’re both in on whatever dirty little secret Stan’s got up his sleeve here, so… spill it.”

“Uh… it’s… actually not that dirty,” Steven said, not seeing much harm in letting the purple Gem know. “Would you believe me if I told you I actually wasn’t Stan but I was really Steven and that I used my powers to accidentally send my mind into his body?”

For a moment or two, Amethyst stared at the young Gem blankly, as if baffled by this information before she simply shrugged in calm acceptance of it. “Eh yeah, I guess I would,” she said plainly. “I mean, it’s not like none of us have noticed that your powers can do some… pretty wacky stuff, Steven. Er, uh… Stan? Stanven?” 

“Ooo, if you and Grunkle Stan ever fused, Steven, Stanven would be a perfect fusion name for you guys!” Mabel pointed out, making sure to write the name down for future reference. 

“Sooo even if this whole thing was an ‘accident’,” Amethyst began, leaning toward the ‘conman’ curiously. “What exactly is your whole endgame here, Stevo?”

“Endgame?”

“Yeah, what’s the point of hijacking Stan’s body if you’re not gonna use it to have some fun?” the purple Gem grinned deviously. “You could drive his car around, crash it into a tree, use his credit card to buy a whole bunch of dumb stuff, the sky’s the limit! And the best part is, whenever you guys switch back or however that happens, then we’ll all get to see the look on his face when he realizes what happened, it’ll be hilarious!”

“Um, actually, Amethyst,” Steven interjected. “We were actually hoping to use this as an opportunity to patch things up between Mr. Pines and Mr. Ford…”

“Ew, seriously?” Amethyst groaned. “That’s so boring! And pointless. Those two old dorks hate each other. What makes you think you running around pretending to be Stan is gonna change that?”

“Well… we’ll never know until we try,” Steven shrugged, hopeful. “And maybe you might be able to help us, Amethyst! You’ve known both Mr. Pines and Mr. Ford for a long time, so maybe you could give us some advice? Especially when it comes to Mr. Pines. Let’s just say my impression of him… isn’t the best…”

“Yeah, no duh, you’re way too nice to make a good Stan,” Amethyst chuckled, somewhat amused. “And that’s ok. But while nice may be Steven’s thing, it sure as heck isn’t Stan’s.”

“Oh! I have an idea!” Mabel raised her hand enthusiastically. “Amethyst, you could Steven a lesson on how to be Stan so that he’ll be more convincing the next time he talks to Grunkle Ford. After all, I can’t really think of anybody who would know him better than you!”

“Tch, for better or worse,” Amethyst remarked sardonically, though ultimately she folded upon meeting the pleading expressions the kids were offering her. “But… fine. I guess I can hook you guys up. But only if we get to pull off a whole bunch of pranks using Stan’s body after this whole thing with Ford is over.”

“Um, Amethyst, I don’t know if that’s such a good-”

“Deal!” Mabel interrupted Connie, readily agreeing to such worrisome terms. 

“Thanks so much, Amethyst!” Steven cheered, not hesitating to show his gratefulness by embracing the purple Gem.

“Ah ah ah! Stan lesson numero uno,” Amethyst pushed away from him. “Stan is absolutely not a hugger.”

“Ah, right…” Steven frowned, backing off apprehensively. “...This is gonna be harder than I thought…”

The young Gem took in an anxious breath as him, Mabel, Connie, and Amethyst all rode the elevator down to Ford’s private study, hoping that their scheme would end in success this time. For the past hour or so, the purple Gem had drilled him in every tic and trait she knew Stan to have, essentially teaching him how to talk, walk, and overall act exactly as the conman would. And yet, even with those lessons in grumpy gruffness in mind, Steven was still resolved to be a bit softer in his approach than Stan likely would have been, all in the hopes of finally reaching Ford so they could begin finally bridging the broken gap between the brothers once and for all. 

Or at least, get halfway there for now. 

As soon as the elevator reached the basement’s second floor, the group split up, Amethyst, Mabel, and Connie taking to concealing themselves along the sides of the study so they could watch the encounter that was about to unfold. Steven, however, continued forward, steadying his resolve as he quietly approached Ford, who was so engrossed in writing in his journal that he didn’t even notice the young Gem’s arrival. At least until he spoke up to greet him. 

“Uh, hey, Mr. Fo--oh, right! I mean, heya, ‘sixer’,” Steven began, remembering Amethyst’s pointers on how Stan would address Ford in particular. “How’s it, um… hanging?”

Ford stood upright with a start at this, spinning around to face his ‘brother’ in appalled shock. “Wha--Stanley?!” he exclaimed in disbelief. “W-where--how did you--what are you doing down here?! How did you even find out about this room? It’s a secret study for a reason, you know.”

“Oh, um… Amethyst told me about it?” Steven ventured, getting the excuse from the purple Gem herself as he looked over his shoulder at her as she remained in hiding alongside the girls. 

“Ugh, of course she did…” Ford groaned, exasperated. “Well, since you’re down here, what is that you want? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m very busy.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Steven readily apologized, only for Amethyst to clear her throat to catch his attention. The purple Gem shook her head disapprovingly, reminding him once again that ‘Stan’ needed to drop the manners than Steven always made sure to mind so carefully. “Uh, I-I mean… What, you’re busy working on your, uh, ‘nerd books’ again?” he asked, trying his hardest to carry an air of dry sarcasm in his tone. 

“Stanley, how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling my important research ‘nerd books’!” Ford snapped, not even noticing as the ‘conman’ flinched back, startled by his harsh tone. “Now, if you’ll please state your business down here then be on your way, that would be-”

“I-I wanted to hang out with you!” Steven exclaimed, completely forgetting what Amethyst had told him in an attempt at salvaging this before it was too late. 

“You what?” Ford asked, baffled. 

“You know… hang out?” the young Gem tried again with a small smile, ignoring the disgruntled look the purple Gem was sending his way all the while. “Like I guess we probably always used to do when we were kids? I just, I mnea… w-wouldn’t it be nice if you guys--er, if we finally started getting along again? Just like old times…?”

For a moment, Ford’s expression almost seemed to soften at this, though it quickly grew harsh once more as he drew in a sharp, almost offended breath as he shoved away the hand Steven was offering to him. “What kind of fool do you take me for?” he asked, his voice low and undoubtedly angry. 

“W-what do you mean?”

“It’s it obvious?!” the author exclaimed harshly. “You keep pretending like we can move on and act like nothing ever happened, but we can’t Stanley! I missed out on my dream school, I spent 30 years straggling between countless dimensions, barely surviving, all because of you! And yet you want to just forget about all of that without even admitting that you were wrong? Without even saying that you’re sorry?!” 

“W-well, then I am sorry!” Steven said frantically, hoping to give the author what he wanted to hear in the hopes that it would work. But of course, it didn’t. 

“But I don’t believe you!” Ford exclaimed incredulously, both fury and the first inklings of what almost sounded like grief starting to leak into his tone. “You never act like you’re sorry! You just want to act like it’s all over and done but it’s not! You’re always off living in your own little fantasy world, just like you used to do when we were kids! It’s like… it’s like you don’t even care…”

The young Gem froze, genuinely shocked as he noticed tears starting to well up in the author’s eyes. Tears that he rushed to wipe away but tears all the same. “H-hey…” he reached a shaking hand out in an attempt to comfort him. “Don’t be sad… I-”

“Don’t patronize me, Stanley,” Ford huffed bitterly, pushing his hand away once more. “After all, we both know you’re only doing this for your own gain, just like everything else you’ve ever done!”

“That’s not true!” Steven tried once more but it was very clear by now that Ford was having none of it as he outright pushed his ‘brother’ away. 

“I’ve had enough, Stanley,” Ford sighed tiredly. “Every time I so much as think about making amends with you, you always manage to remind me just how much of a mistake that would really be and I’m done. Now get out.”

“B-but wait!” Steven protested as the author continued pushing him back toward the elevator. “I-I just wanted to fix everything!”

“You only ever try to fix anything when it’s convenient for you!” Ford shot back fiercely. 

“Y-you don’t understand-” the young Gem tried to counter, but once again the author sharply cut him off. 

“No, Stanley, I understand perfectly,” Ford finally stopped just shy of the elevator. “You want me to thank you, to need you; you always have, but I don’t. I never have! I’ve been just fine without you for well over 30 years now and I’ll be even better after we finally part ways. And I, for one, can’t wait until we finally do. Now GOODBYE, Stan!” 

With that, the author shoved his ‘brother’ into the elevator, pressing the button that would send him back up to the shack’s upper levels. However, right before he could, Steven took in a sudden breath, his regret and and guilt having built up to unbearable levels as he finally decided to reveal the truth before it was too late. “I’m NOT Stan!” he shouted just as the elevator doors closed on him. 

Taken aback, Ford was quick to call the elevator back down to the study, curiosity getting the better of him. When the elevator doors opened again, they revealed ‘Stan’ still standing there, tears streaming down his cheeks and his expression awash in genuine remorse. A sight that was more than enough to surprise the author even more. “What…?” he asked, looking over the ‘conman’ cautiously. 

“I’m actually… Steven,” the young Gem confessed with a sad sigh. “I accidentally used my powers to send my mind into Mr. Pines’ body a-and then we thought we use this to help you guys make up but… it didn’t work, obviously…”

“...We?” Ford raised an eyebrow, still unsure of what to really think about such a strange story as a whole. 

“Yeah… we…” Mabel spoke up, stepping out into the open alongside Connie and Amethyst. 

“Mabel? Connie? Amethyst?” Ford turned to the trio, even more confused than before. “What are you three doing down here? Actually, you know what? Forget that. Let’s focus back on the part about Steven’s mind supposedly being in Stan’s body…”

“I just wanted to help you guys,” Steven frowned earnestly, wiping some of his tears away. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings like this, Mr. Ford! I’m so sorry!”

“...Alright, so maybe you actually are Steven…” Ford noted, his doubt starting to dissipate somewhat. “Stanley would never apologize to me, after all.”

“That’s what I tried telling him,” Amethyst remarked, crossing her arms. “But did he listen to me or any of my ‘What Would Stan Do’ lessons? Nooooo, ‘course not. He had to get all soft and sweet. Tch, if the real Stan was here, he’d totally be gagging all over the place right now.”

“Speaking of Stanley…” Ford began thoughtfully. “I’m assuming you somehow entered his mindscape, Steven. But that begs the question… is Stan inside of yours?”

“Wait, do you mean Mr. Pines’ mind could be inside of Steven’s body?” Connie asked, bewildered. 

“I’m… not sure,” the author frowned, turning back to Steven in the hopes that he’d know more about his mysterious powers than anyone else would. “Would he?”

“...I don’t know,” Steven said starkly, having not even considered the possibility until now. 

“You don’t know?!” Ford exclaimed, aptly alarmed. 

“Maybe we should check?” Mabel ventured, feeling the rising panic in the room. 

“Uh, ya think?!” Amethyst exclaimed, rushing to the elevator first. The others all quickly piled onto it, frantically pressing the button until it took them to the shack’s main floor. From there, they all rushed out of the building altogether, knowing that the temple would be the best place to check for the young Gem’s body. If it wasn’t there, then there would be no telling where it might be. 

However just as the group burst out of the shack, Soos’ truck just so happened to be pulling up with both of the shack’s employees in tow. “Thanks again for the ride, Soos,” Wendy said, stepping out of the vehicle.

“No problem, dude,” Soos said, grinning as he tipped his hat to her.

 “Can’t believe I forgot my jacket here again,” the cashier rolled her eyes. “Better hurry in and go get it before Stan changes his mind about our day off.”

“Oh hey, speaking of Stan, there he is!” Soos pointed out the group ran past them toward the temple. 

“Huh, wonder where they’re going in such a hurry,” Wendy said with a curious frown. 

“Wanna find out?”

“Not really-”

“Too late! We’re emotionally invested now!” the handyman exclaimed, running to catch up with the others. Even if she wasn’t too keen on going herself, Wendy ultimately let out a sigh of defeat as she joined in the chase too, albeit at a much slower, more lax pace. 

At the same time, Steven, Ford, Connie, Mabel, and Amethyst all reached the temple, dashing up the porch stairs only for the young Gem to find another obstacle barring their path. “I-It’s locked!” he cried, trying his hardest to push against the screen door to get it open. As he tried rushing for it, he ultimately bounced right off and rolled back, leaving them with no way in. At least, not until Ford easily managed to kick the door down without much effort at all. 

“Whoa, breaking and entering into Steven’s house?” Wendy asked as she and Soos watched this as they continued their way up toward the temple. “This suddenly got a lot more interesting.”

“I’ll say!” Soos eagerly agreed. “But um… doesn’t Amethyst already live there?”

“Hey, man, nobody ever said you can’t sneak into your own place,” Wendy shrugged with a grin. “I do it all the time.”

As the larger group rushed into the house, they wasted no time looking around for the young Gem’s body, Connie spotting it first as it lay listlessly on the bed upon on the loft. “Steven! There you are!” she called, pointing the young Gem’s way back to his own body. The others all ran after him, taking just the briefest of moments to take in the sight of Steven’s real body, still sleeping soundly before them, with no signs of Stan inhabiting it really apparently. 

“H-how do you switch back?” Mabel looked to Steven, or ‘Stan’ as it were, anxiously. 

“I-I don’t know!” Steven shook his head, gripping his slumbering body by the shirt and shaking him roughly. “Come on! Wake up!”

“Whoa, what’s going on?” Soos asked as he and Wendy stepped through the house’s broken-down door. 

“I have no idea but I gotta say,” the cashier placed her hands on her hips. “This was not what I was expecting to see on my day off.”

By now, Steven had gotten desperate, and aside from shaking his sleeping self up, he’d also taken to lightly tapping him on the face in a hectic attempt at rousing himself, one that didn’t seem to be working. “Augh! Wake UP!” Frustrated, the young Gem finally lashed out, finally slapping himself hard enough to finally, and miraculously do the trick. 

In an instant, Steven found himself back in his own body, his own eyes flying open as he bolted upright in bed. However, he barely even had time to settle back into his own skin before he noticed the body he’d just been in starting to sway. Stan seemed to be only barely conscious, his eyes rolling back into his head as he began to fall towards the edge of the loft, nearly falling off of it entirely until Ford happened to catch him by his suit coat. As the author pulled him back it, the conman’s rather rough fall to the floor was finally enough to snap him fully back into his own mind, even if he still did so rather sluggishly. 

“Ugh… I feel like I just got hit by a truck… and I should know because I have been hit by a truck…” Stan muttered, shaking his aching head to clear it before he properly took stock of his surroundings. “Uh… how the heck did I get here? And what’s everybody doing here? Is there a party or somethin’?”

“Uh… not exactly…” Connie said with a worried frown. 

“Grunkle Stan, don’t get mad…” Mabel began just as apprehensively. 

“Mad about what?” the conman raised an eyebrow as he picked himself up to stand. 

“Steven really didn’t mean to-” Mabel continued, though once again, Stan cut her off. 

“Mean to what?” he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously as he turned to the young Gem.  

For his part, Steven let out a tight, anxious laugh to try and ease the growing tension. Even so, he ultimately did admit the truth, knowing there was no use in trying to hide it. “I… might have… spent the day… with my mind… in your body…”

Stan’s initial reaction to this news was quite apt, shock overtaking his expression, though strangely he was quick to replace it with a look of stoic acceptance. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” he said stiffly, not really giving too much of a reaction at all outside of that. 

“Y-you’re not… upset?” Steven ventured, gripping his bed’s blanket tightly. 

“Oh, no, I’m furious,” Stan said with a surprisingly steady smile. “In fact, it’s taking just about every inch of self control I have to stay calm right now and believe me, it’s not easy.”

“Stanley, please don’t make a scene,” Ford huffed, already anticipating his brother’s known temper’s tipping point. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Stan assured. “At least not in here.” With that, the conman turned on his heel, heading down the loft and passing by Soos and Wendy on the way out. “What are you two doing here?!” he asked them with a harsh scowl. “Get back to work!”

“B-but what about our day off?” Soos asked, frowning. 

“Day off?” Stan scoffed incredulously. “Give me a break! You heard what I said: back to work, now!”

“Ugh, I knew it was too good to be true,” Wendy sighed as the conman left. 

At the same time, Amethyst eagerly hopped down from the loft, hoping to catch up with the conman as she let out an amused laugh. “Aw man, here comes the freakout I’ve been waiting for,” she grinned, rushing to join Stan right outside. “This is something I don’t wanna miss.”

And sure enough, she didn’t for as soon as Stan stepped outside onto the porch, he finally let his anger out in the form of a single large, loud scream. A scream that Steven simply flinched at the sound of, knowing that once again, another plan to bring the bickering brothers together again had fallen through completely. And this time he only really had himself to blame. 

Steven stopped just shy of the gift shop’s entrance, letting out a fretful sigh before finally deciding to enter, hoping that he’d be able to make amends for what happened the previous day. Fortunately, it seemed as though he’d get that chance for sure enough Stan was sitting at the counter, boredly tallying up his profits for the day. He didn’t so much as even look up as the young Gem entered or even as he approached the counter, but all the same, Steven offered him a friendly, if not somewhat awkward greeting all the same. 

“Uh… h-hey, Mr. Pines,” he said with a small smile, though Stan said nothing in response, his expression remaining cold as he kept his eyes on his cash. Even so, Steven continued. “Um… I’m really sorry about yesterday. I know it’s not much, but… I got you a card.” His smile picked up a bit as he slid said card, one that read ‘hang in there!’, onto the counter. “It’s got a koala and a sloth.”

Stan finally glanced up at this, first at the card before looking to Steven himself. And try as he might to remain silent and stoic, he couldn’t help but crack a small smile upon noticing just how genuine the young Gem’s apology really was. “Ugh, kid, put that pout of yours away,” the conman sighed tiredly. “I’m not mad, at least not anymore. By now, I’ve come to expect weird stuff like this happening around here, especially whenever you and the Gems are involved. But what I can’t figure out is why you did it in the first place…”

“Well, it was an accident at first…” Steven admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But then I kept it going because I thought… I thought maybe while I was in your body, I could finally help you and Mr. Ford get along again.”

Stan let out something of a sharp, almost bitter snicker at this, shaking his head incredulously. “That’s what you were trying to do, kid? If you ask me, then you tried way too hard to fix something that’s been way too broken to even try to fix for years now.”

“W-what do you mean?” Steven asked with a worried frown. 

The conman’s sardonic grin faded at this, his expression turning more serious as he looked away. “Er… f-forget it,” he said dismissively, not wanting to think on the matter any more than that right now. “Still, your heart was in the right place, so I guess I can’t fault you too much for basically hijacking my body for a day. Just as long as you promise to never do that to me again.”

“I think I can do that,” Steven chuckled, allayed that there were no hard feelings. 

Stan smiled once more at this, fondly ruffling the young Gem’s hair and eliciting another warm laugh from him in the process. “Ya know, Steven,” he began thoughtfully, kindly even. “You’re a good kid. But… you might wanna ease up a bit on your approach to helping people. You tend to come on… just a little too strong sometimes, if you know what I mean.”

“Ease up…” the young Gem repeated, not entirely sure what this advice meant, though he still valued it all the same. “I’ll make sure to remember that. Thanks, Mr. Pines.”

“No, thank you, kid,” Stan remarked with something of a wry smirk. “Knowing Amethyst, she probably tried to rope you into using my body for some of her nutso pranks, so thanks for not following through on any of that.”

“No problem,” Steven laughed brightly, a bout of levity that Stan soon joined in on. And yet, as that laughter eventually died down, the young Gem couldn’t help but steal a glance between the conman and the vending machine on the far side of the shack, behind which lay the elevator that led to the study that Ford was certainly working within, alone as he usually was. And as he did, Steven finally started to understand exactly what Stan’s advice truly meant. For maybe his approach, his plan had been wrong all along. Maybe, instead of trying to find ways to push and prod the brothers along to reach common ground, that ground was a place they’d have to find on their own. Maybe, just maybe, the only ones who really could repair what had been broken between Stan and Ford for so long now… were none other than Stan and Ford themselves. 

And yet, as Steven took solace in the hope that they someday would, he didn’t happen to see who was discreetly peeking in from the den to watch the whole exchange. Dipper let out a small sigh as he pressed back against the wall, closing his eyes as he absently rubbed his left shoulder, a shoulder that had once been heavily injured, nearly gravely so, all while somebody else had been in control of his body. All while he’d lost control of everything that was rightfully his own, all because someone else had decided to take it for a cruel and callous joy ride instead. 

And as much as Dipper didn’t want to suspect Steven, of all people, of such a thing, he couldn’t help but wonder, perhaps even fear, just how far that power, so very similar to a power someone else possessed, could really go.

Next: 

[amenomiko]

Once again, Thank You for the request, Dear Anon ( *¯ ³¯*)♡.

So... IkeSen's MC and Ghost Stories and their reactions huh?

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1. Nobunaga

-Would hug MC close, reassuring there's no such thing will appear as long as he is there because he is a Demon king.

-"Demons is superior than ghosts, MC. There fore you should be grateful that even though I'm the so called King, I won't hurt you just like those mere ghosts. Hmph 😏."

-MC: ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ....

-That night, he slept alone.

2. Hideyoshi

-"HYAAAAA QAQ!!!!"

-*sounds of running footsteps and Hideyoshi bursts into the room with "MC?? WHAT'S WRONG??"

-Masamune: He nags when anyone run within the halls and creates noise yet he do it himself 😒

-Ieyasu: Pot Calling Kettle Black, huh 😒?

-He blushed furiously but glad MC is not scared anymore as she was laughing from his reaction.

3. Masamune

-He finds MC amusing because she was already trembling from the ghost stories and slowly crept from behind her back as he continued with the story telling.

-"Then.. The murdered ghost crept behind her.....LIKE THIS!!!!" He surprises her with a tight hug.

-"KYAAAAAA QAQ!!!!!"

-"AHAHAHAHAHA WHO'S THE SCARED LASS HUH~~??? You are the cutest when you are trembling like a drenched kitten~~!!" **accidentally grope her boobs* eh (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)?

-"HYAAAAAA MASAMUNE YOU PERVERT >//////<!!!"

-He was smacked so hard until the door screen breaks, where it shocked the other warlords from her strength. (Also to take note to not mess with her)

4. Ieyasu

-MC were already trembling throughout the stories. Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes when Masamune has reached its climax.

-"...Then she revealed her real face...IT TURNS OUT TO BE UGLYYYYY!!!!"

-"HYAAAAAAAAA QAQ!!!!! IEYASUUUUUUU!!!!"

-The moment her husband bursts into the room, she pounced on him and they landed so hard on the floor before Ieyasu could say anything.

-He blinked to crying MC and to Masamune with a glare.

-"Just what do you think you are doing with my wife?" He glares.

-Masamune: Helping you to get a free hug.. (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)..?

5. Mitsunari

-"KYAAAAAA QAQ!!!!"

-"WAAAAAAHHHH OAO!!"

-Ieyasu: Why would you be the one screaming 😑?

-"Ah no I'm just shocked when MC suddenly screamed like that ehehe. Here MC, there there (*´﹀`*) *hugs MC and wipes her tears*"

-Ieyasu: Oh for the love of-

-"Ieyasu-sama I'm honored you lov-"

-Ieyasu: DON'T SAY IT NO

6. Mitsuhide

-"Hooh? You are scared for these things, little mouse? Even though you usually tremble when we are alone. On bed--"

-Hideyoshi COUGHED.

-"Hm? Oh my bad. I thought all of you weren't here."

-Ieyasu: So who told the stories instead? Masamune's tiger 😑?

-Masamune: Hey Ieyasu don't bully Shogetsu ( ͡°з ͡°)

-Ieyasu: *SIGH*

7. Kenshin

-"KYAAAAAA!!!!" She hug Kenshin by the neck from the shock.

-"What?? Is it the enemy??"

-Sasuke: No, Kenshin-sama. She is only scared and shocked from the ghost story.

-"Then where is this ghost. Let me slice it into half."

-Sasuke: Kenshin-sama. No.

8. Shingen

-He kisses MC's forehead and rock her back and forth "I find my scared MC adorable. There there ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^) ❤"

-Yukimura:.....😒 oh? Then how about this. Sasuke.

-Sasuke nods and pulled out Konyaku Jelly from his pocket (He had it for "extras" side effect for the ghost story session) and brush it against MC's legs.

-"KYAAAAAAA WHAT IS THAT COLD THING QAQ???"

-Shingen: OOF-- MC- Don't hug my neck so tight- I- OOOF *WHEEEEEZE* Q3Q

-Yukimura: Serves you right 😊

-Shingen: How could you this is not how I raise youuuuu QAQ~~~

9. Yukimura

-Was playing with Sasuke's invention; torchlight, the whole time and didn't realize MC has been tugging on his sleeve to hold back her scared reactions.

-"T-then what happened to the boy..?" She still intrigued to know.

-Sasuke adjusts his glasses before continuing, "There's nothing left. But only a head, flying in every village, floating in the darkness."

-She squeaked. Her stomach churned and she couldn't take it anymore, and so she's about to turn to Yukimura and "Yu-yuki-....OAO *GASPPPP*"

-"Hmm? What's wrong MC?" He had played with the torchlight and put it under his chin to tease MC.

*BAM!* -She fainted-

-All: MC OAO!!!!!

10. Sasuke

-She had been hugging him all the time, while he rubbed her back to sooth her trembles until..

-Yukimura: Slowly.. And slowly... She felt a hand crept onto her back, cold hands slipping around her neck to CHOKE HER TO DEATH!!

-MC: EEEEP ((((;゜Д゜)))!!!

-When she unconsciously jumped from his lap, he managed to hold her by her neck before she loses her balance but then again-

-MC: KYAAAAAAA THERE'S A HAND AROUND MY NECK \(QAQ)/!!!!!

-SMACK!!!-

-Sasuke, another victim to be smacked to the point the door screen breaks.

Hope you like it (✿❛◡❛) ❤❤❤❤❤

[strsburn]

can I also request a blurb abt you interviewing someone but not knowing who it is until someone mentions it’s Tom and you freak out but he makes the interview seem so wonderful & less nerve racking and he’s just the sweetest and later when you ask for a signature or something he slips you his number and you just gape at him and he winks at you? Sorry if this was really specific but like ahhhh this concept just- 🥺🥺 thanks so much you’re wonderful I adore youuuuu!!!!🕊🧚‍♀️💞🥰✨💫🌸💌

full request

this is honestly the cutest prompt ever. thank you for requesting this and hopefully I dont disappoint, I adore you as well <3

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"Alright, just one more person for you to interview today and we can wrap it up, y/n."

Jessica your assistant tells you, looking at her clipboard. You sigh in relief as your stylist touches up your hair and makeup and you look to Jessica in curiosity.

"Who is the last person for today, Jess?"

She signals you to give her one moment and then re-checks her clipboard giving a double take as she realizes just who is on the end of the list.

"What's wrong?" You sit up in worry ignoring the stylist who grumbles as you mess your lipstick slightly.

"Nothing, nothing don't worry. You're going to enjoy this." Jess tells you with a smirk that has you a bit nervous.

You sit back down and wait patiently as your stylists scurry out of the room and watch as the directors monitor the lighting and camera.

"He's here." Jessica says and before you can ask who he is, a familiar face walks into the room.

You feel yourself gape openly at the male that stands before and you suddenly forget how to form words.

If he notices this, he doesn't mention it as he holds a hand out for you to take.

"Oh my gosh, you're Tom Holland." You finally manage to push out, feeling embarrassment immediately rush to your cheeks at your pathetic fangirl behavior.

"That I am, love. And you are?" He asks politely, his accent coming in full.

"y-y/n." You stutter. He smiles and sits down relaxing in his chair, causing you to relax as well.

You look to your paper to see what question you need to ask first, and smile at the topic.

"As a big fan of Spider-Man were you a little bit intimidated to take on his character, in fear that you wouldn't portray him as the comics do?" You ask and you watch as Tom furrows his brows, sincerely thinking about his answer.

"A bit yeah, I mean I don't think anyone can really portray spider-man, as well as- well spider-man. But, I thought to myself, how exactly do I want to portray Spider-Man, without taking away from the original, but also throwing in my own little twist. In the end, it worked out I'd say."

He finished and you could only stare in awe at his answer.

As the interview went on, you found yourself relaxing more and more and actually getting to know Tom Holland, and not just from what you read online.

In the corner of your eye you spotted Jessica pointing to her watch and you frowned in disappointment.

"Well, unfortunately that's all the time we have for today. You guys can see Tom Holland as Spider-Man in Spider-Man Far From Home, now in theaters." You waved at the camera and once it was off you turned back to Tom, feeling a bit shy for your next question.

"Thanks for coming, Tom. Um, if it isn't too much trouble, could I maybe have an autograph?" You asked, half expecting to be rejected.

"Of course, love." He gently takes a pen from behind your ear and grabs a scratch paper from the side table, scribbling something onto it. When he's finished, he hands the paper to you, and once again slides the pen behind you ear, tucking a stray hair away as he does so, leaving a bright blush on your cheeks.

You look down at the paper and you gasp as you see a row of digits beside his signature.

Your head shoots up just in time to catch the wink Tom throws you as he heads for the exit.

"Expect a call from me later, love. I'd love to talk with you more."

And within a blink, he was gone. Leaving you on cloud nine. You were so glad, you decided to do one last interview.