#you have to rip the idea of the trio out of my hands haha

[meekmedea]

Was talking to @vipsaniasickle recently about Felix and Clemensia, and well, they've sort of taken over my brain for the past week or so... Oops

If you've seen the time travelling clemmie posts floating around, some of this might look familiar

Fair warning: I like tragedies :)

Though both Felix and Clemensia have family members that work for Panem's government, I like to imagine the reason they are close as kids is due to their mothers having been best friends.

Iphigenia gets brought into their group one day, and she stayed.

It's more toleration at first and out of convenience since they are all the same age. Also, at government functions, everyone else is WAY younger or older.

Once they enter grade school, the trio sort of drift apart. Each of the trio has their own friend group.

At first, they are still close at government functions, but that stops being a thing too over the years.

There's the occasional thing that brings them back, like how both Felix and Clemmie know about Iphigenia's revenge on her father.

Getting together:

Maybe in the summer after the 10th games are finished?

Felix does find out the truth behind Clemmie's scales - he's horrified and angry on her behalf. Maybe more so than her.

The snakebite brought some changes to Clemmie besides the scales and tremors - Mild poison resistance, can hold her breath longer than others, Clemmie gets cold far easier. Think snakes being coldblooded, sort of like that. Her body struggles with maintaining body heat.

Seeing a doctor is out of the question, even if Felix really wished she'd do so.

They sort of do other things to deal with the heat problem when they're out:

Whenever they hang out, even if it's summer, Felix brings about a light jacket. When it gets cold enough, he sort of just 'makes' her wear it. If in front of friends, it's like - "hey, hold my jacket for me" and just drops the jacket over her shoulder. And Clemmie is just like *sigh*. "Fine. I guess I have to wear it"

Gloves - He always has a spare pair somewhere. Clemmie is so forgetful sometimes.

They don't realize this just yet - but after that summer, they got into the habit of invading each other's personal space.

People give them strange looks on the odd occasion with that last point. But neither Clemmie and Felix have noticed. Or maybe they don't care.

During that summer, while reading up on snakes in his family's personal library, these 2 are often found curled up next to one another.

In Felix's defence, Clemensia is cool to the touch. And in Clemmie's, he's her walking furnace. It works out pretty well in the summer.

I cannot explain my reasoning behind this, but Felix is a HUGE literature nerd in my hcs. Aspiring writer.

They sort of skip the whole 'let's be friends again' and jump straight to a relationship lol.

They are disgustingly in love. Sickening, really. - Coriolanus' words, not mine.

The rest of high society loves/envies them.

But with Felix being the son of such a prominent family and Clemmie having known that about Coriolanus, neither are really safe from our 'favorite' unhinged blond. Especially after university graduation.

You decide if they're newlyweds at this point or soon to be married.

And if we recall some of Clemmie's new attributes post snake bite - she's got a mild resistance to poison.

The day Felix dies is the day Clemmie learns she has said resistance.

[historicalvandal]

I'm so glad I found your blog! Can I please get some drabble? Proximus,Ceaser, the sunset trio (noa,soona, and anaya) and anyone else you want to add with a human reader that started following them one day. The human is very hard to catch if she doesn't want to be caught, talk, or be seen and will defend herself if cornered. Brings "gifts," bones, shiny rocks, or food if in a good mood. Hope you feel better! Saw your last post. Ignore if you need to, sending hugs 🤗

I'm glad you found me too! I'm excited to write for people! As you can possibly tell from all of my postings about PoTA rn haha- Ofc you can have some drabbles! I'll write a few drabbles for Koba, Caesar, Proximus and the sunset trio for ya!

Proximus Caesar ; The first time he met you was when he took a small trip with his guards, taking it upon himself to do more kingly activities, that being hunting, he'd have been possibly hunting for a new pet when he heard about a certain human causing some mayhem who just couldn't be captured at all and who was supposedly very aggressive once backed up into a corner, even Sylva had gotten hurt by such a tiny human, this of course piqued Proximus' interest, so when he enters the forest in which you usually roamed and came face to face with you, you displayed...curiosity, perhaps this wasn't the human he was told about? But he was wrong, because as soon as he had asked Sylva to capture you, you bit Sylva's hand causing the gorilla to lose a nice chunk of flesh from his hand, his blood covering your mouth, as you spit out the flesh you'd ripped out onto the muddy ground, eyes on Proximus as his gaze lingered on your face. You ended up following him out of curiosity, as he went through the forest, sticking to the shadows, but he could smell your scent in the air, and he more or less ordered Sylva and Lightning to leave him be for some time, once the two had left Proximus alone, he set up waiting patiently for you to come out of the brush and shrubbery of the forest, not expecting you to drop down from the high branches above him, nearly landing on the back of his horse behind him, stalking around him slowly, before holding out your closed hand, Proximus glanced at the hand offered to him and he held his hand out, palm open, you reached forward and dropped a bird skull into his hand followed by a shiny pebble, a small river stone, you looked up at Proximus and opened your mouth to speak, just one word, but it had him hooked, "King." To be fair with you, it wasn't necessarily the best idea to be hanging around Proximus, but you couldn't help yourself, following after him, his shadow, thought of as a pet, but you never seemed to mind, you'd bring him the shiny stones you'd find and of course small animal bones, but feathers were a favourite of yours to give him, he never seemed to mind having these small trinkets, he actually incorporated some of the shiny stones into his outfit, a few feathers weaved into an arm band, all in all he has a new pet and they're very much his favourite for all the small things they do, but mostly how they'll always bring something back when they go out at night.

Koba ; With Koba he'd hate that you follow him around, leave gifts in his nest, even bring him food, but he somewhat understands why you are combative, hate being cornered and refuse to talk when you feel overwhelmed, he'd have first met you in the red woods, on a hunting trip alone, hearing yelping and aggressive hooting, he'd be under the impression an ape had gotten themselves lost and in danger, possibly going to help and finding you facing off against a predator bigger then you, then he wouldn't want to help, but as soon as you notice him you had already used your teeth and bare hands to beat the predator bloody, vanishing up into a tree quickly and out of sight after a staring match between you two. However Koba runs into you more and more, and slowly gets used to seeing you, what he doesn't get used to is you following him back to the colony, he hadn't wanted you to follow or even be accepted into the colony, but Caesar had welcomed you upon the insistence of some apes who had seen you driving predators away from the colony, once accepted you choose to follow Koba, he'd been more or less aggressive and mean to you, but you still followed and soon he got used to calling you shadow other then human, you start leaving river stones in his nest, birds you'd practically mauled to death as a food type gift and you even left ripped up cloth to make his nest more comfortable, he'd catch you one night nudging a necklace you'd made with two other female apes into his nest, nearest to some pelts you had acquired, then he didn't have the heart nor anger to drive you off, and you ended up sleeping beside his nest that night, now he wears the necklace.

Caesar ; He first came into contact with you when you wandered unknowingly into ape territory, you had ran right into the middle of Malcolm and his team first being there in the red woods, and had even bitten Carver in attempts of stopping him from killing Ash and Blue eyes, causing the colony to be alerted to the sounds of shouting and when Ash had been shot, Caesar had heard of a human living nearby, had heard of how aggressive they had been to many others, mainly to humans, but hadn't moved to do anything against the feral human in the forest, since they usually kept predators and other humans at bay, so in thanks for you driving off Malcolm's group, and saving Ash and Blue eyes from being hurt further, also upon the good word both young teens had put in for you and from Rocket himself, he accepted you into the colony, you integrated well at first but never spoke much, always sticking to Caesar's side whenever permitted to do so. Like Koba he'd notice that things were being left at his nest, at some point even a dead buck had ended up near his nest, you take to leaving things you make so he can wear them, he notices your craftsmanship and wears the band you had made that would hook around his arm, the necklace you had made proudly displayed, set with beads and small river stones and a lot of feathers, you even taking to wearing a band around your own bicep and a simpler version of the necklace.

The sunset trio ; The three had accidentally run into you on their first meeting, noticing you as the echo who had been sneaking around the clan and stealing food, Noa had been the one to notice you'd been doing it because you were injured at the time, still it somewhat frustrated the three, they ran into you out in the forest when they were berry picking, you peeked out of the bushes, the thorns from the blackberry bush ripping into your skin and tangled in your hair, Soona had been the first to reach out, and you seemingly were fine with it despite them all hearing stories of your penchant to bite, the three managed to get you untangled, not even saying thank you, you rushed off into the shrubbery, swinging up into the trees with practised perfection, vanishing from view, or so they thought, you followed them above, staying a few paces behind, they caught sight of you again once you had gotten to the natural edge of the forest, hopping from the trees to stand and watch them, this time Anaya was the one to reach out to you, joined by Soona and slowly joined by Noa, they held out their hands with the want to at least bring you to a healer to get your wounds seen too, and you reached out too, speaking to them, voice ragged from going without use for some time, "Hurt..Help- please" Once integrated into the clan you opened up slowly, spending more and more time with the trio, taking to making necklaces, bracelets, arm bands, satchels too, all things learned from Noa's mother, you'd nonchalantly leave gifts in their nests, only growing closer as they started to make gifts in return for you. Okayyy! I have finished these drabbles- I hope these are okay! and hope they bring a smile to your face, sorry for taking a hot second to write this all out! Thanks for the request! <33

[just-a-normal-regretter]

Second drabble incoming for the "Trio are AI" AU, been a while but I'm still overthinking this AU in particular. I have the background written up it's just I need to not overthink the slice-of-life moments haha

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"What's your name?" Jeremie fingers hovered uneasily over the keyboard, his eyes still adjusting to the darker lighting in the lab.

Neon orange eyes narrowed in thought, "...PNX-458."

"Bzzt. Wrong answer!" His fingers glided over the keyboard, the light churning in his gut fading at those words. They're still not ready yet, eh, "Let's try this again tomorrow."

His gaze was quickly ripped from the monitor by a white tail covered patches of purple-brown fur wiggling around, "C'mon Jeremie, you didn't even ask the rest of us!"

Jeremie turned the chair away from the screen. He probably wasn't going to make anymore progress on the materialization program today anyway. These AI seem way too determined to get out in the public.

It was a very bad idea. They're too limited in their thinking to interact properly with other humans. It was better for them to stay close to the supercomputer, ready to deal with the latest scheme that XANA conjured up. And yet...

"Fine," He humored the calico cat-boy. Slit purple and gold eyes light up once Jeremie's gaze focused on him. Heck, the cat ears perked up along with it, whiskers twitching along in the midst of pink tribunal markings, "Alright PNX-621, what's your name?"

"Mmm," A claw lightly taps their chin, then the boy smiles which allows Jeremie to fully view the sharpened canines trying their best to blend in with the human-like teeth, "Odd!"

Jeremie put his hands on his lap, "Odd's not really a real name..."

Fluffy white paws crossed together to form an 'x', "Wrong! Oddr is a name in Old Norse!"

"You didn't say Oddr though?"

"Nicknames, my dear Jeremie!" The AI chattered excitedly, "Humans tend to use those all the time with people they know well. They also use it as means to shorten their own name. So 'Odd' is perfectly fine!"

This likely wasn't an argument that Jeremie was going to win. At this point he knew how much give and take it was to deal with these three. He sighed aloud, adjusting his glasses a bit, "Well... alright. You still have to come up with a surname though, Odd."

The boy's tail swished behind him, "Don't worry, I'll figure it out in no time."

"Now as for you, PNX-379..." Soft pink eyes lazily glanced over, her hands gently twisting a flower back and forth, "Do you want to give it a try?"

"Akizakura Yumi," She muttered tiredly, "The first name is Japanese for beauty. The surname is a homage to the cosmos flowers that bloom in the fall."

He can't really argue with this one, huh, "That's really good Yumi," Jeremie complimented, "You just have to flip it around here. The surname goes last in France rather than going first."

Her long red-black sleeves decorated in small sakura petals slips down as she placed the thin pink flower in her hair. With only one flower in her hair, it seemed to trigger more cosmos flowers to grow by the first one. It reminded Jeremie of a flower crown, just more haphazardly put together.

"Let me try again," The third AI chimed in, raising a metallic hand up to draw Jeremie's attention.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to give him another go. This has been great progress considering it took them a while to step away from their PNX assigned numbers, "Alright PNX-458, give it a go."

The boy tapped lightly at the pointed metallic pieces fixed on top of his ears, each tap flickering a red scanner in front of his eyes, "...Ulrich," Those orange eyes gazed away, a small white-blue flush creeping on his cheeks, "I looked at a ton of German names and that's the one that stuck with me. It means 'chief'."

"Well, with your warrior avatar I think it makes sense," Jeremie reassured, "You and Odd just have to think about your surnames and then you'll be good to go in the naming department."

"And then can we go to human school with you?!" Odd blurted, his claws digging into the supercomputer's chair.

Jeremie was quick to shake his head, "Certainly not! You three still have to get a hold of shifting your appearances. You can't just walking around looking like a cat-boy, or a samurai-knight warrior, or a ninja performer!"

Odd sticks his nose in the air, letting Jeremie get a first hand look as the shudder of code covered his entire head. The sound of static crackled in the air, at first twisting the pointed blond hair into a soft brown with a hard to see purple splotch. Then it swept away the heterochromia purple-gold eyes for a light amber, alongside tucking away the white-purple cat ears for human-like ones.

"See Jeremie, perfectly fine!" The boy flashed a grin, the large canines still standing proudly alongside the human teeth.

Jeremie raised an eyebrow, completely unimpressed, "Your fangs and markings are still there, Odd. You at least tucked away your whiskers this time so... progress!" He offered a thumbs up.

Ulrich snorted as the other brunet whines, the code shuddering away to give him back his original avatar appearance, "I don't think we can tuck away everything on the first go, Jeremie."

"If you want to blend in and try your hand at a human life, it'll take time to make something 'normal'," Jeremie reiterated once again, "I'm not going to keep you from trying your hand at school. You guys just need to look... average enough." He finished lamely.

Orange and purple-gold eyes continue staring at him. Thankfully, Yumi chimed in and dragged their gazes away, "I don't understand how you two struggle with tucking away everything." She tucked away a strand of black hair behind her ear.

Her kimono had vanished, instead replaced by a thick grey sweater with a spiral of roses at the bottom. Her jeans were pitch black, alongside some grey-navy sneakers. Rosy pink eyes had been tucked away for a stormy grey, while her palish face had more color to it now.

"We're not able to blend in like you, PN- err, Yumi," Ulrich grumbled, "It wasn't in our code to do that. I'm a fighter, your a spy, and PN- um, er, Odd's a uh..."

"Calculator," The calico added in without a second thought.

"Right," Ulrich then gestured to his head, "Your also not out of the clear either, Ms. Ninja."

Her eyebrow raised, "What do you mean?"

A small smile grew on the warrior's face, "Your hair pins are changing color."

That one jab alone completely shutters the illusion, Yumi rolling her pink eyes again as her sandals lightly tap the ground, "I'm going to the scanners. You boys can have fun without me."

Jeremie huffed as the male AIs snicker conspiratorially, the creaks and groans of the elevator echoing around the lab, "You know she's just gonna take it out on you two on Lyoko, right?"

Odd's paw waved back and forth in the air, his tail mimicking along, "It'll be fine, Jeremie. Besides, Aelita has not mentioned XANA attacking yet."

"I mean, it was pretty fun learning about how to blend in as humans with you four," Aelita's voice rang from the supercomputer, quickly dragging the boy's gazes to the pixie and her bright green eyes, "I hope the next lesson is as fun as this one."

Jeremie groaned, burying his face in his hands. Why did he even agree to this...

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Okay so originally the second drabble was going to be a Jim & Delmas focus continuing along where we left off from the first drabble feat. Sissi, Herve, and Nicholas (where you can read here fwiw if this one caught interest enough haha)

The reason it shifted to this was more so because I had Ideas and then this one wouldn't let me go. So here it is lmao

Also down to answer questions and such in the ask box (not just for this AU but the other ones I've mentioned)!

Thank you all for reading and for the support everyone o7

[existingonthisplane]

Okay so listen, as some of you know, I had the unfortunate realization that Will Byers is a jorts wearer.

But little did I know that that was a blessing in disguise!!

I would like to welcome you to:

The El Hopper and Will Byers Clothing style HC/How it started ??!

(That title is honestly too long)

So, if you’ve seen some random posts on here (or read the fic I’ve been writing) you already know that I HC Will and El (mainly El but Will gets roped in) to start exploring their clothing styles.

El gets super into it because it’s another way to express herself. It started off with Max in S3 but it’s gotten pretty big as she’s gotten older. At first starting off with just her finagling something together off of hand-me-downs and store bought things to her finally being able to explore other options once she has a source of income. She even starts sewing n stuff!!! It’s cool!

And because El gets as passionate about it as she does, I have no doubt in my mind that she starts testing and gifting things to her family.

Jonathan outgrew one of his favorite shirts? Boom suddenly it’s altered with extra patterns! It’s not the same but he still loves it.

Joyce has an old dress from when she was in hs that she doesn’t get any use out of anymore? Surprise! A brand new top and matching skirt just for her.

Will ripped his jeans randomly? Poof, suddenly they’re patchwork and distressed!!

It doesn’t always turn out great but it’s fun! And she’s experimenting and she just gets really really good at it. It’s becomes one of her stress relievers along with other arts and crafts.

Now to me, I think the Hopper-Byers siblings have a tradition. A tradition of sharing their art with each other. The whole trio are creatives in their own right and they love to mash those abilities together!

So when El gets her first wind of fashion shows and models and how all that works you can BET she’s sharing it. Telling how she’d think it’d be fun to do one. This is probably a little further into their stay at Lerona, Jonathan isn’t around as much and their mom is constantly busy. It’s just been Will and El, El and Will. They’ve gotten a lot closer.

Will is a little reluctant at first because he isn’t so sure about the whole “modeling” thing but El is pretty convincing and so after some designing (El showing her ideas, Will throwing in some of his own, then drawing together) and creating and everything else they’ve finally got outfits! And Jonathan offers to take pictures and Joyce gets out a video camera!

And the wonder twins make their debut wearing the most on brand Hopper-Byers family outfits but it’s got this El-ness about it. All clashing patterns but still a cohesiveness to it. The video doesn’t go anywhere and the photos get hung up within the house but it was so fun for the both of them. It was just silly and good and Will realizes he likes explore fashion with her. That them designing things together was super fun! Thus the WillEl fashion exploration extravaganza begins haha

At first it’s really just them spending time together. Will working on his art (probably the painting at this point) and El designing while she relaxes in his bed. But eventually it evolves a bit, where sometimes they design together or they just talk about it in general while their doing their own things.

El starts wearing some of her stuff more and more to school. She’s still having a rough time there and Will notices this. Especially when they get home one day and he watches her rush to her room and slam the door hard after a particularly rough day of bullying. He wishes he could come up with something to say. But he’s more of a show and not tell type of guy so he comes up with something else.

He’s a little nervous about the solution he’s come up with but he thinks it’ll help a lot. He turns on El’s hand me down sewing machine (she’d left it in his room the day before when they’d been art-ing together) and gets to work. That night he knocks on his sisters door and gifts her a flannel of his completed with a very messy but lovingly embroidered “Wonder Twins” written in purple on the breast pocket.

Will is wearing his own flannel, it’s not the same one but it’s close enough to what shes been given. His also says “Wonder Twins”, even messier than her own, and in yellow. Will goes on a whole explanation about how her bullies are dumb and don’t know what their missing out on. That she’s the coolest person he knows and he’s proud to call her his sister.

He nearly gets the wind knocked out of him at the force of her hug but it’s worth it.

She puts on her new shirt, and laughs when she notices that the breast pocket’s been sewn closed.

“You probably should’ve used the embroidery kit we have.”

“You mean the sewing machine?”

“No.” And she’d laugh some more.

The next day they’d wear their shirts to school. And El would probably still be getting picked on but it’s not so bad when she knows she’s got Will in her corner.

That’s how the tradition starts though, they start matching every now and again. Usually a Wednesday or a Friday. And at first it’s just little things but eventually it starts becoming full on outfits (I will draw these for y’all) and they evolve as the two of them discover what they like to dress in.

Eventually when they get back to Hawkins the tradition doesn’t really stop. It slows some during the War with Vecna and it’s a lot different considering it’s the apocalypse but they never drop it.

And when things are finally over and they can finally live a life that isn’t full of battling interdimensional creatures they’re able to bring it back full force. And it’s really full force because now they don’t care about what others think, about the kids their age would say or what they’d do, not after all the stuff they just went though. 

So all through their last year of highschool, you get some crazy imaginative fits. Some of them are sleek and cool and others just go absolutely crazy.

El’s style is a mashup of so many things. She’s very versatile but it’s always always accompanied by some form of patterns and color. She is not a dull color kind of girl and it really shows. Her favorite thing to do is also accessorize, she’s got all kinds of things, a lot that she’s made. Earrings made of things she’s found around the house and repainted, charm brackets with giant charms, you name it!

Will’s own style is a lot more simplified but the edges of El’s influence still show on him. He’s kind of got like a preppy, neat and tidy look. But that’s just in the way that he fits the clothes to his body, all tucked shirts and ironed pants. No wrinkles. If you were to take that away it’d be a bit more grungy but with lots of color. A distressed undershirt here and there covered by a button up he’s left opened and tucked for example. El’s influence comes into place with the patterns. Sometimes he’ll get shirts that have crazy patterns on them that he really likes looking at (he starts to do this more as he gets older too) but mostly his crazed patterns can be found on the socks he’s wearing. He’s got a whole collection and it starts to become a habit for others to randomly gift him some too.

Eventually this kind of things starts to rub off on the whole party and now everyone has at least one pair of absolutely atrociously styled socks!

It’s a regular Wednesday morning. The party is meeting up in the cafeteria before school starts like they’ve been doing everyday for the past 2 months. Lucas is running late and the party is discussing where he could be considering how timely he usually is. Suddenly Lucas is bursting through the door “you guys won’t believe why I’m late” he says but everyone is too busy staring at his pug covered socks that he has on full display.

Dustin walking home after a DND meeting sporting a freshly bought pair of Albert Einstein socks where the guys face is on one half of each sock and if you stand together you get the whole face.

Max and El, chilling in her room. Max’s socks say sk8er girl in crazy fonts and random colors. El’s socks having kitten faces all over them

Mike and Will wearing matching Bob Ross socks that Will’d been given an extra pair of (fun fact i have socks exactly like these)

Do you see the vision???

Now to wrap it all up, I started this post saying it was a blessing in disguise that Will canonicly wears jorts and that’s because in reality, he probably still will even after his whole fashion exploration. But it is because of this that we now get the most cursed image of

Jorts wearing, patterned calf socks having, elevated bowl cut styling, Will Byers

[inertflouride]

The second prompt (again... you asked for it...) for a oneshot:

Richy was NOT the MWAF. In fact, it was Alan all along. He killed Amy, Hannah and Richy. He lured MC to Duskwood and now he is out and about picking off the group one-by-one.

Only one of them survives...

Oof Cait, this prompt is soo brilliant. I could never- I blame my masochistic side for asking you for a heart-shattering prompt but will it be weird if I say that I enjoyed it? Haha.

Anyways, here's my little one-shot attempt at making some sense *sniffs* . Hope you enjoy! <3

Shattered by your deception

WARNING: Mentions death, violence, trauma, torture.

"FUCK!", I gasp and gurgle out water which I almost inhale when my head gets repeatedly pulled back and again, held down in the bucket. He lets go of me after what feels like eternity, and I hold onto the bucket with my two hands, still huffing from the inadequate amount of air in my lungs.

"Now, I'll ask you again. Will you be a good girl and comply?", he asks me, sitting down on a chair with his legs wide apart and his elbows resting on his knees. He looks down at my pitiful state, smug with his recent achievement: getting ahold of 'the MC'. Finally.

Sometimes I do wonder, what if I had just left Thomas on seen when he messaged me that day and went about my life. At least I wouldn't be on the verge of dying. I wouldn't be the reason for so many people's death, aside from the infamous trio- Hannah, Amy and Richy. Maybe if I had kept out of all this and listened to his warnings, all my friends wouldn't be dying. They are all here in the same place right now, just isolated from each other, unconscious and injured.

"Go fuck yourself sweetheart", I spit back at my captor, making his jaw tick from frustration. He gets up, not fast but slowly, taking his sweet time and picks me up, his fingers digging in my arm almost unbearably.

"I see, still so arrogant? That's cute", and then he drags me to a room, his hold on my arm making me wince. He opens the door and pushes me inside, closing the door as he enters himself too. Panic kicks in when he takes out his knife. I move backwards in response and falls back on a single bed lying in the room. "Relax, I'm not going to kill you. I have so many ideas to test before that", he states, almost amusingly.

"Wh- what are you going to do?", I stammer. Suddenly he fists my shirt and rips a section of it with his knife. "What the fuck, you sicko?!", I shriek and try to push him off of me. He holds my wrists and tries to tie them to the headboard with the ripped pieces of my top.

"Don't get any lewd ideas. I have absolutely no fucking interest in you. I just wish to take a photograph of you in this and show it to that little hacker of yours, see how he reacts to it."

"Over my dead body", I state and move forward to fiercely kick his crotch, making him bend forward in pain. I take the time and try to free myself from the loosely held restraints, moving forward to run the fuck outta here.

"You step out and I'll assure you, nobody will be alive when you return", he sneers at me, sending shivers along my back. I surrender myself to defeat and fall on my knees. I don't know when but I'm again taken back to the bed, my arms and legs tied, my body morphed in a weird and perverted posture and a picture of me clicked in it.

While in my head, the same shit revolves back again and again:

What if I had just left Thomas on seen when he messaged me that day and went about my life. At least I wouldn't be on the verge of dying. At least I wouldn't be the reason for so many people's death.

"This should bring the pretty boy here too. Then I can end this chapter of my life alas", he beams, satisfied with his work and leaves.

xxxxx

"ARGH SHIT!", I wake up to him bringing a lighter under my wrist. I hiss in pain when he makes contact of my wrist with the scorching flame coming out of it.

"It hurts right? It did me too when my father did this because I failed an exam. I killed him though once I had the power to. It was pathetic, you know, the way he begged me for mercy", he spits sidewards as he finishes up. "Oh by the way, if you're wondering about the hacker boy. He threatened me and went on like, 'Don't fucking lay even a single finger on her or I'll rip you apart'. That was mean, wasn't it? Hmm, how should I pay back for his mean demeanour?", he tips his chin, "Ah! I know! C'mon, let's go."

He frees my legs and arms and again drags me with a rough grasp on my arm which has already bruised up from the daily assault. He pushes me on a chair and I see the others seated too, of course with their limbs tied. "What the- " Dan has a big gash on his forehead, Jessy is unconscious with a red giant red scar around her neck like she was suffocated, Thomas has a bleeding arm and a black eye, Lilly has hand bruises on her cheek, Cleo's the same too. What the fuck has he done to all of them?

I flinch at the sight before me, unbearable to look them in their eyes. At the end of the day, it's my fault anyways. I took this person lightly. Never did I suspect Alan Bloomgate to serve the Duskwood gang their impending death, let alone me who hasn't ever been here for that case.

He stands behind me, and pushes a gun in my hand with him holding my hands which are around the gun in his own, preventing me from shooting this very bastard with it. "Okay MC, choose the person you want to relieve from the pain they are suffering. Come on, you gotta do this. You're the reason they are here anyways. So, who is it going to be? It's not you can save anyone, you all are going to die, one by one. Dominoes effect, you know? No jokes? Fine with me."

I gulp from the mere sight of a gun in my hand, let alone aiming it at someone. Of course I can't do this, but of course this sicko will make me do that. I feel the grasp of my hands on the butt of the gun go weak when he firms my hands around it with his owns. There is no escaping this, what should I do?

"Hey boo", Dan starts, looking at me in my eyes, "do me a favour and shoot me first. There's no point of me living like this. Dying would be a lesser torture than what I'm living through. Also, don't blame yourself. Frowns don't suit pretty faces."

Tears start welling up in my eyes on hearing him. "I wish we could have that movie night together though", I try to return back the sentiments I receive which swells my heart even further. Angers me even further.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Hackerboy knows about you two? You're such a whore. No wonder I wanted to kill you as soon as I saw your face. Nevermind, time for action", Alan declares the last part and with his hands, forces the aim of the gun in my hand to Dan, and bang. No warning, no last words. Just like that he kills Dan. I see Jessy, now conscious, bawling at the sight of a motionless Dan with blood dripping from his skull. And not just Jessy, everyone crying at it. Well, that's all that we can do. Cry.

Will this day ever end? Will Jake ever show up? I don't know. It would help if he did. I'll be able to at least save the rest...

"Okay MC, let's tie you up now. I'll just let you witness the rest of it. Thank me later", he winks at me and cuffs one of my hand to the handrail, immobilising me enough in the process.

He opens Thomas up, aiming the gun at Lilly. Once he's at a distance from Thomas, he throws a pocket knife at him. "You know what to do", he tells Thomas and sits back behind Lilly aiming his gun. If only all of us were free, we'd have had him by his balls.

Thomas takes a sharp breathe in and pushes the knife in his belly, gurgling blood as he falls to his knees. I try to look away from the sight unfolding in front of me, but Alan notices that and pokes, "No MC, look at him. What kind of a friend are you if you can't do that."

He moves up to Thomas and twists the knife in his belly, making the wound larger, causing greater suffering and damage. I can't see this anymore. I can't hear Thomas's screams anymore. I don't wish to live anymore after all this. I can't.

"Okay girls time for you all." He opens up Lilly, Cleo and Jessy and goes further inside the house, with Dan and Thomas'... dead remains with him. We chase him to let us him them once at least but he beats us to that. What the fuck is he planning to do? We all look at each other and exchange a hug, a parting hug precisely. Jessy comes to me and hugs me, sobbing in the crook of my neck. I hug her back with my one free hand, rubbing her back to calm her down.

"I'm sorry Jessy. I'm so very sorry. You don't know how much I wish I didn't stop you from going to Colville. It's all my fault that you and everybody is on the edge of death. I'm really really sorry", I stutter from the intense guilt I feel. They all come towards me and hug me tightly. I falter from the emotion I'm shown and sink further in myself. We are all going to die...

We hear the creaking floor, marking his arrival. He opens the door and in his hand is a giant crossbow. "Surprise, surprise", he gleams towards us and positions his crossbow at us. "Let's play a game. I'll count ten and you all will run. If you get hit, you're dead. Simple eh? Alright, are we ready girls?", he explains the rules of his maniacally sick game and starts counting to 10.

Suddenly I feel on my hand making contact with someone who holds them tightly. Looking up I find Lilly holding my hand tightly, and further her hand being held by Jessy with Cleo following the trend. We all do not move even an inch from there, showing our defiance.

"Tsk tsk tsk. This is boring. Come on, don't y'all wanna live? Now's your chance. Hurry!", he tries to gaslight our resolve but we stand together, sheerly determined.

"Sorry but we have no wish of staying alive from the trauma we've witnessed already. We'd rather just die and not give you the joy of any of it", I flatly state, surrender resonating in my voice.

This pisses him off and he strides towards us with a murderous intent when suddenly Lilly falls on her knees and starts gasping for air, clutching her heart tightly. Cleo and Jessy move forward to help Lilly, patting her back when Cleo starts showing the same symptoms. I look at them bewildered and in shock from the suddenness as well as the way it appears.

"What the fuck did you do to them? What did you do?!", I sob and ask him in desperation. I jerk my cuffed hand against the restraints again and again to somehow free it so I could strangle him to death. "What did anyone of us do to you, you fucking psychopath?!"

He yawns at us and fawns a sleepy tone. "I had randomly mixed potassium cyanide in two glasses. Now I know whose glasses they were", he snickers at us when suddenly a bullet sound fills the place and I see Alan groaning in pain, clutching onto his now blooding shoulder. The door slams open and a hooded guy walks in, holding a gun in his hand.

BAM. He shoots another bullet at Alan, immobilising his other shoulder. He howls in pain and falls on his knees, deep agony in his screams. The hooded guy walks upto him and kicks his shoulder, sliding the gun in the back-pocket of his jeans. He squats down at Alan's eye level and says, "I'm gonna make every moment of this pain thrice three times more than the pain Hannah suffered. I'll make you beg me for death." He stands up then and kicks his nose, making Alan again howl in agony.

At the same time, I discover Lilly's and Cleo's breathing hitch before it completely dies. "Nooo-", I shout, though deep down I know it's in vain. They're gone. Forever.

The hooded man jerks his head over us and leaps towards the scene, hugging Lilly and jerking her stiff body, as if it would pump life into her. Tears fall on the arm with which he holds Lilly, as he screams from the loss.

"Jake-", I breathe from realisation. A pair of stormy blue eyes intensely look at me, pain stricken with deep emotions. I avert my gaze, unable to hold his gaze any longer. He lost both his sisters, his only shot at having any family and somehow, I couldn't help feeling partly responsible for it myself. I want to say that I'm sorry for your loss Jake but the words sound so harsh, so mean, so devoid of emotions that I repeat it in my head the number of times I actually want to say it out loud.

He frees my hand from a key I didn't realise he caught on from Alan. The moment I'm free I oh-so-selfishly start running away, from Jake, from the loss of my friends, from the trauma everybody and I suffered and mostly, from myself. I keep running, never looking back once, deep into the dense Duskwood forests.

I stumble a few times while I run, grazing my knees as I do so. But I don't dare stop for in my head, if I stop now, everything that happen will finally catch onto me, more than it has already. I don't wanna live like this. I can't live like this. Four people died because I was hell bent on finding Hannah's killer already.

I finally reach a dead end which forces me to stop. The cliff ends, marking the start of a blue water river several meets below. Had it been any other day, I'd marvel the beauty of this blue river. Today? I just want it to consume me, to take over my senses, and my life.

I turn my back to the view and take a deep breath. Finally I let go myself and let my weight make me lose the land beneath my feet. Suddenly I see two human heads staring at me, one with black hair, and the other was red headed. I see them both screaming at me, crying for me, holding their hand for me. But in this moment, I don't understand- why are they crying when I feel totally at peace right now. I relish the feeling of being in the air. I know I'm falling and I know it will hurt once I make contact with the water. But when I think about it, when I ask myself, "will it hurt more than living a life with blood on your hands?", I find myself not regretting the decision I made right now.

I take the two people in, one last time before closing my eyes and opening my arms wide to welcome this. The last phase of my life.

[forthehpfanboys]

You're An Idiot

Pair: Draco Malfoy x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Draco is being a brat.. Again. No one's surprised when you run into him after getting back late from Hogsmeade. Also, the reader is Hermione's older brother.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI). Just- get the holy water. Swearing, oral, Sassy Hermione?? Still doesn't follow the movies or the books or anything. If I forgot any, please dm me.

Note: Requested! And Bottom Draco-I was up all night typing this. God, I am so sorry for the grammar and crap when I first posted this. I fixed it up, so it should be better!

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Being Hermione's older brother meant you usually had to deal with a lot of shit, especially since she'd drag you on adventures with the Golden Trio. She'd always use the promise you made to your parents in your face. Yeah. You had sworn you'd protect the younger Granger when she first started going to the school. At the time, you didn't know that'd mean every single bloody year.

Since you were a year older then the Golden Trio, you ended up resolving problems and fixing some of their mistakes and reminding them to sleep during particularly stressful days. You could've swore the four of you just attracted problems better than magnets attract metal. Of course, you wanted them to be safe and healthy, but one little bleached ferret always made it hard. That ferret, of course, was Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.

Stupid Draco Malfoy who always managed to look top notch in anything he wore and Godric what you'd do to get that ferret on his knees, ruin his pretty hair and- You probably shouldn't be thinking this in the dinner hall, especially since you were sitting next to your sister. Speaking of your sister, she turned to you, a smile on her face.

"So, (Y/n). I was curious if you wanted to come with us to Hogsmead this weekend? Harry got Sirius to sign for him and Professor Magonagall accepted it under the circumstances." Hermione's voice rang through your skull as she spoke, your head already nodding up and down. It'd be a nice little break, especially during your 7th year.

"Of course I'm down, Mione!" you wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to her side. "You know I'll use any excuse to be with my favorite bunch of idiots." you messed up her hair, causing her to smack your hands away and almost shove you off the bench.

You let out a laugh, completely oblivious to the Slytherin staring at you from across the room with the most desperate expression on his face. You shoved your sister back, a smirk growing on your face as she fell from the bench.

"Haha! Payback!"

"Not funny, (Y/n)!"

"Yes it is, Mione! You should know by now I'm always gonna get revenge!" you ran a hand through your hair, shooting her a smile. The two boys who sat across from you nodded in agreement.

"He's right, Herman. (haha, reference-) It is pretty funny." Ron smiled, holding his fist out for you to bop.

The week seemed to pass with ease, allowing the weekend and it's snowy fun to arrive without hesitation. You trudged out in the snow, leading the trio of 6 years to Hogsmead. You hummed a muggle Christmas song deep in your throat as you walked, looking up at the snow covered signs.

"Where should we go first, children? Hogs Head? Honeydukes? What ya kids feeling?" One thing you absolutely ADORED was teasing about the age difference between you and the trio.

"We're not children!" Ron shouted, his arms crossing over his bulky winter jacket.

"Yeah! Besides, even if we weren't totally responsible adults, we'd wanna go to the Hogs Head, right guys? Get a butter bear or two?" Harry spoke up, moving his scarf down to speak properly before putting it back over his mouth and nose.

"Uh Huh. Sure." You snickered, your hands shoved in your pocket of your pants. You'd given Hermione your jumper, leaving you in a scarf, fingerless gloves and your long sleeve t-shirt.

The four of you got interrupted by a line of people literally blocking your path. It was none other than the stupidly pretty Draco and his 'gang' stood in front of you, arms crossed like a bunch of wanna be badasses.

"Well, well, if it isn't Potter and his 3 little blood traitors." Draco spoke, his voice filled with smugness and his face dragged in a cocky smirk.

God, did you wanna get revenge against that stupid smirk.

"Oh, please Malfoy. You do this almost every week. Just admit you have a crush on Harry and move on." You spoke, taking a step toward him. The ferret's smirk faltered and turned into a scowl.

"Oh please. As if I'd stoop low enough to like someone like Potter." Draco all but gagged at the idea of dating the messy haired rival and you wondered what he'd look like gagging on your stick. It suddenly became a little warmer in the winter atmosphere.

"Then you have an unhealthy obsession, mate." Ron spoke up, his arms crossed. "Might wanna get that fixed and leave us be."

"Yeah, Malfoy. We're trying to have a good day and you're ruining it with your ugly mug." Hermione spoke up, causing you to feel nothing but pure pride. She'd changed a lot from the shy girl she used to be in 1st year.

Crabb or Goyle, you didn't care to learn their names, stepped forward, causing you to instinctively step in front of your friends. Malfoy scoffed again, looking you up and down before turning his head.

"Whatever." the blonde pureblood spoke as he began walking away, his posse turning to follow, but not without shooting you one last glare.

"Yeah, you... You better leave?" You spoke, confusion clear in your voice. Usually you'd be inches from his face, shouting about the shit antics his father pulled before he backed down. Turning to the other three, you shrugged and led them to Hogsmead, hoping to escape the cold.

Once inside, you all ordered a warm glass of butterbeer as you picked a table by the fireplace. Taking your first sip immediately warmed you up, a sigh leaving your lips.

"Godric Gryffindor. I haven't felt warmth in what felt like forever." You said cooly, smirking to your sister. "I wonder why I would be oh, so cold."

"Ok. We get it. I forgot my jacket. Stop it." The brunette responded, causing Harry to almost choke on his drink and for Ron to snort. You faked a gasp, your hand going to your chest in mock shame. You'd been teasing her about it almost the entire way there.

"Such sass!" You shook your head. "What would mom and dad say?"

"They'd say you deserve to shove it."

"Oh, come now, sister of mine! Don't be a stick in the mud!"

The two friends sitting across from the Granger siblings sat in silence. This was some of the best entertainment they get during the week and they always savored it.

"I'm not being a stick in the mud, you're just being a dick."

"Well you know what they say. You are what you eat-"

Ron and Harry didn't even miss a beat. They broke out laughing together as Hermione shouted, her face a pinkish color.

"(Y/N)!!"

"What? We all know it's true!"

"Merlin's beard you suck."

"That's the point, sis."

"Go- stop. Please. I'm begging you."

"Ok! Ok." you chuckled out, raising your hands in defeat.

You and the trio managed to keep up the conversation easily, but as time went on, it was time to go back, well, that's what you told them. It was time for the kiddos to go back and finish their homework so they had tomorrow to actually relax. Of course, this caused Harry and Ron to groan and whine, but Hermione finally convinced them, saying she'd help.

You let out a sigh and leaned back in your chair, your eyes falling closed. The stupid blonde hottie has been raging in your head for what felt like forever, so you weren't surprised when he popped up behind your eyelids again.

You truly didn't want to admit it, but you'd liked the jerk since he popped up randomly in your second year. He was a twat to your sister and her friends, but somehow he slithered into your heart and head all the stupid time.

Over time like turned to crush, crush turned to yearned, yearned turned to lust, because it certainly wasn't love. That's what you convinced yourself as you tossed your head back, swallowing the last of your fourth butterbeer.

You sat in front of the fire for a few more minutes before you stood up, placed some coins at the end of your table to pay for the drinks and left the restaurant, venturing out into the snow.

It was colder before, thanks to the sun setting over the castle. Shrugging off the cold, you walked down the familiar path back to Hogwarts. You tightened the scarf around your face as a particularly cold breeze blew past you. Once the entrance of the castle came up, you all but jogged to the door, ripping it open. The inside was warmer, thank Merlin.

You were suddenly grateful for the 7 years you'd spent at Hogwarts. You were able to mindlessly walk the halls and make it to the staircase leading up to the Fat Lady's portrait. As you were trudging up the steps, you noticed a A flash of a shadow duck past a knight.

"Oh, ok. Cool. Filch’ll just kill me. Awesome." you grumbled, hurrying up the stairs as quietly as you could, but we're quickly halted. The shadow wasn't Filch or his crazed cat. It was Malfoy.

Of course it was Malfoy. We gotta get to the good stuff somehow, right?

...

Anyway, you sensed he was up to no good considering he should be in the Slytherin Common Room probably sleeping and not sneaking around by the Gryffindor one. You crossed your arms over your chest, watching the blonde keeping his head turned to watch his back as he climbed the same steps you were on.

"Malfoy."

"AAH-"

You all but lunged to cover his mouth with one hand, the other going to the back of his neck to keep him still. "Shut it, you git! Do you want to get caught?" your eyebrows furrowed together as you pressed him to the stairs railing, trying to intimidate the younger male.

What you didn't know was that this was waayy to hot for Malfoy to comprehend. His back went rigid at your touch and his breathing all but stopped as he stared into your (e/c) eyes.

"Well, do you?"

Your hushed voice snapped Draco out of his trance, causing him to shake his head.

"Good, then keep your voice down. What are you doing out here anyway?" you spoke, moving your hands away from him, much to his dismay. He was just grateful you didn't back away. He liked your body against his.

"I was uh-well, I was trying to.. Find the bathroom." He usually kept his composure, but he was failing miserably. He usually kept it together so well but now.. Now Draco was struggling. He was not going to admit he was on his way to sneak into the Gryffindor common room and leave you a love note. No. Why would he do that??

"The bathroom? It isn't up this set of stairs, ya idiot." you grabbed his arm, leading him down the stairs. "Besides, you should have a bathroom on your side of the school, so what are you really doing here?"

"What does it matter?" he spat out. "You obviously think you know everything." you rolled your eyes at his brattiness and walked over to the corridor glancing down it before pressing your back against the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut it Malf-"

"No. I don't ha-"

"I said shut it or I will gag your mouth with your own fucking tie." you covered his mouth again, pressing him back against the wall. "Godric. Just put your ego away for 2 seconds."

Draco desperately wanted to say 'Make me, Granger' but he was lost in the idea of your threat coming true.

Satisfied at his silence, you watched one of the patrolling professors walk down the corridor and right past you two. Not spotting anyone or anything, they continued on before you swept him down the entrance.

"Ok. Come on." You whispered to him as you walked down the corridor. You were taking him to that one girls bathroom that no one goes into, ya know, with Myrtle. You were just hoping she was gonna be literally anywhere but that bathroom.

"Where are we going?"

"You said you wanted a bathroom, idiot. I'm taking you to one where you can piss in peace and leave me alone."

"I.. What?"

"Forget it, Malfoy." You took one more turn and finally saw the opening off the bathroom. "Ok. We're here." Of course Blondie had a problem though. He shot the (h/c) male a glare before scrunching up his nose.

"This is the girls lavatory."

"Oh, you think I care. Funny." you grabbed him by the shirt covering his shoulder and pushed him inside, following after his stumbling form.

"Don't touch me, Granger. I don't want whatever germs mud bloods carry." Draco scoffed, fixing his shirt and brushing off his shoulder, as if dirt was there.

"Call me that again and I won't hesitate to ruin that pretty face you cherish so much." You growled out, grabbing his shirt by the collar and pulling him toward you. "One day that silver tongue of ours is going to get you in a lot of trouble." Pushing him away from your figure, you turned toward one of the many mirrors lining the wall.

You looked at your reflection and fixed a strand of hair, then took off your scarf. It was warm in this bathroom. You folded the scarf and looked back into the reflective glass to see Malfoy smirking in the background.

"What?"

"You called me pretty." He had his arms crossed over his chest. Your aggravated tone did nothing to his smirk.

".. You're dumb as hell, ya know that?" you turned to face the male and his confidence seemed to shrink a little bit. You advanced toward him and he stepped backwards. He wanted to keep distance between you two in case a fight broke out. He'd seen you fight other people bigger than you and remembered how they were sent to the Hospital wing. "You're a twat. You're a self centered brat who thinks he rules this school."

He gulped when he felt his back press against the wall. "Yeah? And what are you going to do about it Granger?" Draco could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. You must've noticed his face turning Gryffindor red because next thing he knew, you were pressed up against him, pinning him to the wall. He felt his breath catch in his throat when your eyes glanced at his lips for a brief second.

"I might teach you a lesson." Your hands came at either side of his head, a dangerous smirk drawing across your lips. You leaned forward, your lips ghosting over his. "You have been such a brat lately. A punishment is in order, hmm?"

Draco's hands tried to grip the wall, his nails scraping against it. Fuck, the way your voice dropped sent blood from his cheeks to his dick almost immediately.

With that, you slammed your lips to his, causing a breathy whine to escape Draco's throat. You tilted your head, your tongue grazing across his lips as your hand slipped through his hair. The blonde wrapped his arms around your neck as he opened his mouth, his tongue meeting yours. With teeth clashing, your bodies pressed together and a hand in his hair, you easily gained dominance.

You pulled from the kiss, causing Malfoy to let out a protest.

"Shut it, brat." You grumbled, a hand covering his mouth as you planted a kiss to the side of his neck. "Besides, we're out past curfew. Would hate to get caught."

He could feel you smirk against his skin, your hand in his bleached locks tugging his head to the side so you had more room. He jumped a little when he felt you bite down on his neck. The younger man's eyes fell shut as you attacked his neck with love bites and hickeys.

Your hand covering his mouth moved to his cheek as you placed a kiss on a particularly big hickey.

"You ok?" your voice was soft and sweet against his ear. He nodded quickly, not wanting this to end, which only caused you to snicker. Draco blinked a few times in confusion when you placed your hands on his shoulders and began to push him down to his knees.

"I'd rather not kneel on the floor."

"Why not?"

"It's filthy!"

You stared at Draco for a few seconds before rolling your eyes and you shoved him down to his knees.

"I don't care if it's filthy. You have magic, don't you? Clean your knees when we're done. Simple." you smirked down at him, joy filling your heart. God, it genuinely felt good to see the cocky pureblood on his knees, his head turned in a silent protest.

One hand stayed on his shoulder, the other moved itself to the bulge between your legs. The groan that left your lips caught his attention. The hand against your bulge grounded down, causing you to groan.

"Oh, now I've got your attention?"

"Shove it, Granger."

"Now, now. That's no way to talk to me, I am older."

Draco rolled his eyes so hard you were sure they were gonna roll straight out of his head. But since this whole event was anything but straight, you figured it wouldn't happen that easily.

The man on his knees swatted your hand away and wasted zero time unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down around your knees. He stared at the bulge in your galaxy themed boxers, the tips of his ears turning a bright pink. He noticed the damp spot right by the tip and realized it was from him.

Suddenly, his confidence came back, and the blonde quickly began mouthing at your erection. With a rough groan, you rested your hand on top of his head and used the other stabilizing you against the wall.

"Go on, then. Don't be shy." You chuckled, gently ruffling his hair. The 6th year reached up, quickly pulling down your boxers to reveal your hard length.

"I'm not shy." When he finally met your eyes, you noticed his blue ones burning with a lust that you'd only wished to see in your dreams.

"Uh huh, then why aren't you sucking my dick, hmm?" You smirked, pushing your hips forward.

"I might bite it with the attitude you hold." The blonde spoke as he leaned forward, licking from the base to the tip in one, long swipe. You let out a sigh, your head slowly tipping backwards as his tongue grazed over the tip of your wood.

"You love my attitude. I bet you always have."

Draco wanted to mock you or laugh at you or something, but he knew you were right so instead, he sucked on your tip like it was a popsickle. He hallowed his cheeks and kept eye contact with you as he slowly took you into his mouth.

You let out a gasp at how hot it was. Visually and physically, it was so damn hot. Your grip tightened on his hair when his tongue ran along the vein on the bottom.

"Fuck- Ah, Draco-" You tried not to move your hips. After all, you didn't know how much experience he had, but it felt like he was pretty well off.

Draco, however, was focused on the way you said his name. It dragged a moan out of him. This might've been the first time he heard you say his first name and your gravely voice made it so wonderful.

The blonde on his knees suddenly wanted to hear you say it again. He closed his eyes, pulling back to take a breath before he pushed forward. The pureblood focused on trying to take you down his throat. His eyebrows furrowed together when he gagged and chose to ignore his tears.

"Oh shit!" you hissed out, your jaw dropping when you felt his nose press against your pelvis. "Draco, how the hell-?" you bucked forward when you felt him try to swallow around you. "Ooh, Godric!" you tossed your head back, your hand against the wall curling into a fist.

Draco pulled back and slowly went down on you again, a breathy whine leaving your throat.

"You are far too good at this, baby."

All too soon he was pulling off you completely, which causes you to whine and look down at him. He was looking down at his hands that rested in his lap.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" You asked, your head tilting to the side a little bit.

"No!" his head shot up to look at you, his eyes wide. "I mean.. No... No, I've just never been called something so.. Soft."

This caused your eyebrows to furrow together. "Huh. Well, let's change that. Come on." You stepped out of the pants pooled at your feet and held a hand out to him, which he took.

You gently led him over to the sinks, turning him around to face his reflection. "I got you." you whispered in his ear, causing him to shudder.

He nodded his head, looking down at the sink in front of him. The pureblood rested his hands against the porcelain. The 6th year's heart was pounding in his ears, his bottom lip becoming trapped between his teeth.

The blonde felt your hands run from the back of his neck, to his shoulders and down his back before finally landing on his hips. The wizard felt a heat pooling in his belly when he felt your hips press against his ass.

You reached around to his front, undoing his belt and slowly pulling it free from the loops before tossing it off to the side. He finally looked up at the mirror, taking in the reflection of his messy hair, swollen lips and your hands coming back to his front.

"I got you, Draco." Your voice was soft. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything." You smiled at him over his shoulder and winked before popping the button of his trousers open and allowed gravity to pull them down.

Malfoy gasped when you cupped his bulge, his hips automatically pushing forward. He'd been hard since you pinned him against the railing.

"(Y/n).." he whispered out, his mouth falling open when your thumb ran across the head of his cock.

"Yes, babe?" Your smile has turned into a knowing smirk. Blue eyes bounced between your hand and that devious smirk, Draco's brain conflicted on which sight was better. "Do you need something?"

He nodded his head, blonde locks bouncing.

"Please." his voice was barely above a whisper.

"Please? Please what?" Your fingers slipped past the elastic of his boxers, a false sense of innocence laced in your voice.

"Move- touch me- damnit, Granger, please."

You finally pushed his boxers down, your hands running along the front of his thighs before finally landing on what he wanted you to focus on. The blonde let out a sigh of your name when your hand finally wrapped around his dick.

A small smile stretched across his face once your hand started moving. The pleasure wasn't new, but was oh so welcomed. He was glad he finally got you.

You gave him a few pumps, allowing his precum to build up on your hand, making everything easier.

"There ya go, baby. So sweet." You whispered, kissing the back of his ear.

Draco brought a pale pink lip between pearly white teeth again, his hips pushing forward to get more.

The hand still resting on his hip came around to the front, gathered a bit of precum off the tip before slinking back around to the back. He used the pre like lube and pushed a finger into Draco's tight hole, causing him to emit a squeal and arch his back a little but.

"Oh, Godric. I'm so excited to wreck you, baby."

"(Y/n)!" he squeaked out as the finger went deeper. He bit his lip harder, the pain slowly dying out and being replaced with a burning pleasure.

You loved hearing your name being moaned like that, just like he enjoyed hearing his when he was suckin' on your lolli. You added a second finger, slowly thrusting them in and out to try and speed this along. You could only jerk someone off for so long anyway.

You licked your lips, a determined expression event on how badly you wanted him. Maybe eating his ass would've been more effective.

"Please hurry, I don't know how much more of this I can take-" his voice was higher in pitch, his hips pushing back against you. "Please-"

"Ok, baby, ok. No need to beg." you chuckled, removing your hands from their working positions. Gently rubbing your hand over one cheek, you spread it open enough to spit in it, just to be safe. "Ready?" your free hand grabbed your own dick pumping it a few times for good measure.

"I wouldn't be asking you to do it if I wasn't, now would I?" the blonde snapped back, glaring over his shoulder. How did he go from so innocent he's almost choking from one finger in him to being a demanding brat all over again?

You rolled your eyes and lined yourself up, carefully and slowly pushing in until you made it past the first ring of muscle. Both of you moaned at the feeling, your hands coming to rest against his hips as his head ducked down, his chin pressed against his chest.

You slowly pushed in deeper, a whine leaving his throat as the twisted pain came back. You reached around to grab his dick again and jerked him off a little bit more to try and counterbalance the pain.

Once you were all the way in, you just let him adjust. You kissed across his still clothed shoulders and neck, whispering encouraging words of praise.

The hand on his hip dragged itself upward, your eyes following it in the mirror. Once it made it to his chest, you cupped one of his pecs through the shirt, feeling his perky nipple pressing against your palm.

Grinding your palm down against his nipple and continuing to rub his dick, you slowly pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in with one sweep.

You literally left him breathless. He was staring at you through the reflection in the mirror, his mouth hanging open, his eyes glazed over with need, his hair a mess.

You built up a pave easily, deep and hard but slow and Draco loved every second of it. His toes curled in his boots, his back arched into your hands while his hips fought to figure out if they wanted to go forward into your hand or back into your dick. It truly was a conundrum for the twink.

"Such a good boy for me, aren't ya?" You spoke up after a while, your voice gravelly and rough and right in his ear. You let out a breathy laugh when he shuddered and moaned from that alone.

The two of you weren't concerned with the sound of skin hitting skin or your moans echoing around the hallow bathroom. You were busy, I don't blame you.

Soon enough, Draco was begging you to speed up, his release starting to creep it's way around. You nodded your head, resting your forehead against his shoulder as you spend your hips up, a grunt leaving your lips.

Draco let out a loud whine when your fingers pinched one of his nipples, his hands clawing at the walls as pleasure coursed through his veins.

"I'm gonna cum in you." You groaned against his back. "I'm gonna mark you as mine and you're gonna sit there and enjoy it."

Fuck yeah, he was.

Draco was nowhere near complaining. He'd been fantasizing of this and so much more for years. He, of course, blamed his hormones, but he knew the effect ran deeper than just lust.

Draco nodded his head. "Please-" he moaned out your name, his thighs trembling from the pleasure. He was getting closer and, honestly, so where you.

The pureblood was so warm and hugged you so right in all the right places and Albus mother-fucking Dumbledore where you getting more of this later.

This stupid cute blonde was so intoxicating it almost made you feel pathetic. Keyword is almost.

You sped up, chasing after your own release as it also reared its head around the corner.

"G-gonna cum-" Draco stuttered out, his voice cracking. One hand fell from the wall to the porcelain sink at his waist. "I-I'm.. Gonna-" he called out your name, loud enough for it to probably be heard by the Gryffindors, as he came.

He tightened and spasmed around you, his legs shaking and tiny moans leaving his throat as you helped him ride out his orgasm.

"Are you good?" You asked, rubbing his back and soon letting go of his soft dick when he deemed it was sensitive. "Do you want me to pull out?"

Draco shook his head, his ears noticeably red from behind him. "I want you to keep your promise."

He did not have to tell you twice. You went back to thrusting into him, both hands on his waist as you sought after your own orgasm. A few moans and groans from you later and you were cumming inside him.

You leaned into him, riding it out until his tight, hot ass became too much. You pulled out carefully, causing him to whine and twitch.

"Let's get you cleaned up, ok, Draco?"

The blonde nodded his head and allowed you to carefully and gently clean him up with a wet paper towel. It wasn't the lost romantic thing used to clean partners, but it was what you had.

After a few minutes of silence once you were cleaned and dressed you spoke up.

"So what.. Where are you doing by Gryffindor Tower, Blondie?" your hands ended up in your pockets again.

"Well I.." The pureblood reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out an envelope. "I was going to..."

"Draco, babe. I saw your 'o' face. Just tell me. You shouldn't be embarrassed." You snickered, obviously teasing the younger man.

He took in a deep breath and shoved the letter toward you.

"IwroteyoualetterexplaininghowIfeltaboutyouandhowIwassorryforhowItreatedyoursister-" he was going way too fast for you to understand anything.

"What? I can't.. I don't speak whatever this is."

"I.. Just read the letter!"

With that, you tore open the envelope. It was the love letter Draco was gonna leave by your bedside table.

The letter stated how he fell in love with you from a far over the years by watching you dominate in Quidditch, bringing light into the world with the Twins (let's be honest, imma throw them in this) and just.. Being you. Plus bickering with you was one of his favorite pastimes.

It also stated how he was sorry for treating Hermione so poorly and the citation with his dad and how he was raised.

The Slytherin was nervously wringing his hands together, a nervous expression on his face. "Umm.. Are.. You gonna say something?" his mental fingers were crossed.

You smiled, tilting your head a little bit.

"You're an idiot." You pulled him into a gentle kiss, your hand entangling with his. You casted him a genuine smile. "I like you too, Draco."

The blonde's face broke out in a matching grin and he all but jumped on you to give you another kiss. Once the two of you broke apart, your voice echoed in the bathroom once again.

"There's only one problem."

"What is it?"

"How do we tell Hermione?"

[aminiatureworld]

Storms

Ship: RFA + Minor Trio and GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5,431 words total; about 700 per person

Premise: A rewrite of an old request I wrote back in 2017 (link here).

Author’s Note: These are less headcanons and more fics outlines lmao but hope you like this rewrite. I do considering I can barely stand reading the original, my writing has thankfully improved, and I hope it will continue to do so. I haven’t written in 2nd person in literal years (3rd person ftw) so I hope it doesn’t come off too strange. 

Two notes. Firstly I’ve done my best to make the reader gender neutral. If you catch any gendered terms feel free to tell me so I can fix it. Secondly, I haven’t played Another Story yet, rip my broke ass, so if V and Saeran are a bit out of character, that’s definitely why. I’m working on it haha. In regards to V I simply know almost nothing about his route, and in regards to Saeran I’ve decided to ignore what I know about his route, mostly because this was hitting 4,000 words at that point and an in depth HC involving canonical thing would probably be about that length. Sorry this is so long and thus the final HCs a bit rushed. Thanks for putting up with me! Hope you enjoy!

Ao3 link in reblog

Zen

Having a fear of thunderstorms was one of the most obnoxious fears on the planet sometimes. Especially when one is surround by 60 mph gusts of wind and the house one lives in feels like 80% glass.

This was the predicament you were left in when a series of storms passed through the first week you and Zen were officially dating. Oh joy.

Despite how in love you were with Zen, revealing one’s fears, especially when they seem vaguely irrational, is a difficult thing to do, so you teetered towards Option B

That being: Don’t tell anyone, keep calm, if you need to take a break go to the bathroom or say you forgot something in the bedroom. Okay? Okay.

However this flawless plan of attack lasted only about five minutes, and the first clap of thunder had you ready to bolt under the bed.

Zen, bless him, was utterly oblivious, listening to the backtrack of a song he was working on and occasionally making such benign comments as “that’s a lot of rain” or “wow that was loud”

Yeah. That was loud. Help me.

Eventually it got a bit… much, and you had to make your excuses about getting a book from the television/living room. Since it was in the “basement” part of the complex you’d figured that it’d be easier to hide out there. Just turn off all the lights, try to find earplugs, then count down the time until the storms were over.

Unfortunately the weather wasn’t adhering to this plan very well, how typical of it, as the storms were supposed to last until the early hours of the morning. And it wouldn’t exactly be unobtrusive to not eat.

So after ten minutes in the dark you went out to help Zen prepare dinner. At least no one needed to go to the grocery store. And today’s menu included Japchae, so always a treat! It was going to be okay, nothing was going to happen. It’s fine.

At least that’s what you told yourself until a particular bright flash of lightning streaked the sky and you promptly jumped and dropped the sweet potato noodles on the ground.

At this point Zen switched from oblivious to overly concerned. Say what you will about him but he was truly a sweetheart when he noticed something was wrong. As he helped you pick up the spilled noodles, assuring you that there was enough still in the package to use, he asked what was wrong

You explained that when you were little your grandparents had a house in a village in the countryside and one summer day lightning struck a powerline, causing it as well as two houses close to yours to burn down.

Zen responded with such concern. “Oh MC I’m so sorry to hear that! Was anyone hurt? No wonder you’re uncomfortable around storms now.”

“It was such a long time ago, and it’s so unlikely to happen again my lifetime… I don’t know why I’m still so afraid, it’s so stupid.”

“It’s not stupid to be afraid of something. You don’t have to hide your fears around me sweetheart. There’s no shame in it.”

Unfortunately words usually cannot make fears go away, but safe to say you were touched. Picking up the rest of the noodles and disposing them you and Zen shared a sweet series of hugs, and maybe you wouldn’t continued down that route if the water hadn’t begun to boil and dinner was once more brought back into stark focus.

Afterwards you guys ate in front of the tv, turning on a random crappy show and making fun of the announcer.

You could still hear the thunder every once in a while, but Zen made sure you felt safe and happy, cuddling you, doing something to draw your attention to him at the beginning of each clap of thunder, and keeping up a steady stream of conversation, even about the most mundane of things.

Your fear still wasn’t gone, and you still weren’t excited for the rest of the week, but at least you had someone with you who truly cared and was actively trying to make you feel better. You knew Zen would always be there for you, and that knowledge would carry you through the most anxious of times, to the other side.

You truly loved him so much.

Yoosung

Sometimes you wished that you could disappear into something as easily as Yoosung did, both with his games and with his studying.

Yoosung was in his first year of veterinarian medical school and, having just passed the first series of exams, had invited you over to the apartment he was leasing, for an evening of games, television, and overall hanging out. It would’ve been more of a date, but the weather was impressively stormy and, much to your relief, it was decided that staying inside was the better option.

Yoosung was loading up a game on the tv and you were checking to see what remained in the fridge, when a bolt of lightning raced across the sky; suddenly you became aware of just how very high up apartment buildings tended to be, and, much like usual, the logical part of your brain repeating Googled information about lightning rods was replaced by a static of anxiety floating around in your brain.

Returning to the TV room you nervously picked up the controller, hoping that Yoosung wouldn’t notice. Not that you didn’t trust him to understand, indeed you’d hardly met anyone as understanding as Yoosung, but it was more that years of being told “it’s just rain” had kinda gotten to your system.

The first half an hour or so was alright, the quiet mental notes you were taking told you that the storm was still far enough away, although there was no doubt it was getting closer; something reinforced by your, hopefully, discreet checking of the weather app.

When the storm arrived, oh boy did it arrive.

The winds felt unbearable, screaming terribly, rattling the windowpanes with fast, stinging rain, so much so the outside looked less like the outside and more like the middle of a whirlpool. A whirlpool that occasionally set itself on fire, the lightning dispersed by the odd shadows of the rain.

At this point all pretense fell out the window.

“MC?” Yoosung looked over as you’d dropped the remote and drawn your legs up to your chest, burying your face in your knees, all thoughts blocked out. “MC.” Yoosung said a little louder, putting his own remote down on the coffee table and scooting over to where you were sitting on the couch. “Hey.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, something vaguely uncomfortable considering the position you both were sitting in, but still a welcome presence, a bit of comfort making its way past your wall of fear.

“Not a huge fan of thunderstorms I see.” He said when the storm had calmed down a bit. You let out a shaky sort of laugh. Understatement of the century, wouldn’t you think?

“I have an idea!” Yoosung ran out of the room, leaving you to curl yourself up again, until he came back, a pair of headphones in hand.

“These are the best noise cancelling headphones I own, and they cost a fortune so they’d better work.” He placed them over your ears, and immediately you noticed how muffled the sound became. Evidently it must’ve shown on your face, because Yoosung smiled even wider, nodding gently before picking up his remote again.

As the storm continued so did the gaming. At some point you guys ended up thrown about the couch, cuddling each other, and occasionally knocking elbows when the gaming got intense. When things were finally over you two lay there a little longer, although you’d taken the headphones off.

“Thank you.” You whispered, content.

“For what?” Yoosung smiled. “That’s what boyfriends are for.”

“Not all boyfriends.” You countered “You’re special. The best boyfriend one could ask for.”

And you meant it.

Jaehee

I imagine both you and Jaehee not being huge fans of thunderstorms. They frightened you, and to Jaehee the volume gave her a headache, not to mention the fact you were both living in a cheap apartment on the ground floor while the coffee shop’s purchase was still new; and the whole structure had this obnoxious habit of vibrating with both the lightning and thunder, leaving everything a bit discombobulated and very unpleasant.

The coffee shop wasn’t much better really, open as it was, the whole front being 85% glass and only 15% brick.

So when you both checked your phones and saw that storms were on their way it was all about planning.

Since you couldn’t afford to close the shop for the week you instead put a large display in the windows, putting up cardboard trees, birds, and whatever else would block most of the view.

You went through the store, making sure everything unnecessary was unplugged.

Really it was probably a bit overkill, or at least Jumin and Seven certainly thought it was, but hey better safe than sorry.

The apartment was given the same treatment, blinds and shutters were closed, toasters and charging cords were unplugged, and Aspirin and earplugs were stocked up.

The week of the storms was really incredibly unpleasant, with you two sneaking in hugs and kisses whenever the line of customers was small, squeezing each other’s hands when a particularly bright streak of lightning flashed, or when the thunder seemed to become unbearable.

No dawdling home this week, much to the chagrin of both of you, who’d taking to park exploring and other such mundane things that both you and Jaehee had missed out on, her due to work and you due to being shut up in Rika’s apartment for eleven days.

Nevertheless neither of you were particularly keen to venture out in the middle of a storm, so instead you two headed home, a night’s worth of musicals and cuddling ahead of you.

Dinner was spent in front of the tv, although usually you two usually made a point to eat at the dining table it was in the most windowed room in the house and thus not meant to be.

Zen’s beautiful tenor might not have been enough to completely drown out the storms, but it was certainly a help, not to mention the large doses of cuddles you were giving one another.

But really the best part about it was just being able to talk freely about your fears, you both having the reference that those who don’t suffer with what’s widely considered an irrational fear in modern times don’t understand.

And that was really what kept it together for you two. You’ll always be there for one another, you’ll always understand one another.

Eventually the clock struck the hour and you both realized that not only would there be work tomorrow, but musicals can’t much be enjoyed when you’re only paying half attention.

You got ready for bed, both making a final sweep for plugged in appliances that might burn out if there should be an energy surge.

Right before you two drifted off to sleep you gave Jaehee a small kiss. “What was that for?” She whispered. Everything was so beautifully comfortable, so cozy and intimate, and your happiness in that moment overpowered all fear.

“I just love you, I love you so much.” You replied. Jaehee blushed, but returned the kiss.

“I love you too. Forever.”

Jumin

It’s not that you hid it from him because you were embarrassed, well at least that wasn’t the main reason. It was more Jumin’s habit of blowing everything out of proportion, to the point of hindrance. That was really what you were afraid of, you just needed calm, need comfort, not yoga or whatever was to be the cure. And not that Jumin couldn’t or wouldn’t give you comfort, but the likelihood of him giving you calm was maybe a bit more debatable.

So you tried to keep it hidden, mentioned nothing of it on your way out the door in the morning, avoiding the topic in the messenger, even when Seven started to go on and on about windspeed – did the bastard know something?

Things seemed to be going… okay? I mean they weren’t great, you were constantly pushing down the urge to hide in a closet or something, but hey Jumin wasn’t aware yet. Success?

The trip home was certainly unpleasant, and the text that your husband was working late again certainly didn’t seem promising, but hey there’d be Elizabeth, and the bedroom had amazing blackout curtains. So, yeah, it’d be fineeee.

At least it would be if the damn penthouse didn’t have windows for walls. Something that certainly wasn’t normal or part of the regular plan.

Nor was it really possible to take a nap with the thunder so loud and your thoughts running high, really it’d probably be better on the lower floors if you weren’t so sure of people being there.

At this point the plan became less of “don’t let Jumin know, play it cool” to “survive whatever the cost”, which yes perhaps was also an overreaction on your part, but you knew damn well that all rationality had long fled, and you weren’t about to go chasing after it, that wasn’t what you needed right now. Rationality was also what had you go into a google wormhole about terrifying lightning related accident. Need one say more?

So you picked up a perhaps a bit disgruntled Elizabeth the 3rd, and buried yourself under the covers, stroking her fur at regulated intervals, trying desperately to pay attention to the video you’d loaded on your phone, to less than perfect success.

You wouldn’t say that you were dozing when Jumin came home, it was more like you were so deep in your fears that you really didn’t have room to pay attention to anything else.

“MC?” Jumin was instantly alert when you didn’t run to greet him at the door, something that had really become tradition between the two of you. Him being also a bit of a worrier – and a bit being perhaps a gracious way of saying it, lovely though it can be – his first thoughts were that you’d hit your head and passed out somewhere, but the fact that Elizabeth had also not come to greet him clued him in that you two were most likely holed up somewhere, perhaps napping, as had happened a few times before.

His surprise then when you turned out to be in bed, distinctly not unconscious or asleep, holding onto Elizabeth like a vice, was really immense.

“Darling, is something wrong?” You knew he meant something rather more akin to “Something is definitely wrong and I’m very worried and hope you tell me, if not I might become a horrendous paranoiac and never stop bugging you but I also want to be polite about it.”

You folded quite quickly, deciding that it really wasn’t worth it, you were in such a state, and the anxiety was still in complete control of your brain, excuses weren’t about to be made.

In a moment Jumin had enveloped you in a hug, which you were glad to accept, discreetly kicking his phone away hoping that he’d not notice it and get it in his head to send for a meditative trainer or some such thing, since that wasn’t what you were looking for, at least not at the moment.

Thankfully though he seemed more focused on your wellbeing, asking you to talk through your anxiety, gently drawing circles on your back in an attempt to get rid of excess tension. It felt good to be able to release your stream of consciousness, even if it was a bit embarrassing. Every time you started feeling a bit overwhelming you’d insert an apology here and there but Jumin would simply shake his head and assure you it was fine

“After all, you were so patient and understanding when I went through a crisis of consciousness, when all my emotions were suddenly flooding my mind. You listened to me then, the least I can do is listen to you now.”

After you’d exhausted your thoughts and you two had laid there a bit, cuddled together, basking in each other’s presence, you two went to the kitchen, where Jumin insisted he’d make dinner himself.

You weren’t happy to be in the windowed room again, but one flick of a discreet switch and they were suddenly shuttered closed.

“You can do that?!”

“Of course?”

“Ugh, the idle rich.” You shook your head and Jumin feigned horror. This act went on throughout dinnertime, another thing to help soothe your nerves, as well as Elizabeth, who was being awfully nice, curled up in your lap.

Every clap of thunder and Jumin would hold your hand or give you a kiss or hug, again trying to distract you.

Afterwards it was watching trashy soap operas – really you couldn’t understand why Jumin adored these shows so much, he really did secretly have a flare for the dramatics – and more cuddling.

As the night got later and you got sleepier you realized that, though the anxiety wasn’t completely gone, you really were quite content.

“Ah, I wouldn’t mind this every time it stormed.”

Jumin chuckled at that. “Why not? Anything to make you comfortable and happy.”

“You’re going to spoil me terribly you know.”

“Again, why not? Comfort isn’t spoiling someone, and if it was I’d spoil you rotten. You deserve the universe, I’m just giving what I can.”

And really the comfort he gave you was worth five universes at that moment, but wasn’t he always worth that much?

Saeyoung

Saeyoung’s reaction to your fear would probably initially be teasing.

Not because he thought it was funny, more his brain still found sincerity a hard thing to grapple with, and he found his knee jerking reaction be to try and make fun, enough fun for you to forget about everything.

You knew this of course, had long ago learned his patterns, his mannerisms and habits, and initially you tried to play along with it, after all the only reason he knew you were afraid of thunderstorms was because he’d caught you running into the closet on the CCTV in Rika’s apartment. If it weren’t for that you would’ve been perfectly happy with him never finding out. Surely you could humor him a bit.

Well anxiety has a funny way of sharpening one’s nerves, and by the sixth joke you were ready to pull your hair out, both from Saeyoung and from the storm.

“Hey Saeyoung? I really do appreciate what you’re doing, don’t get me wrong, but I… I don’t think this is going to be the way to sort it out.”

“Oh… I see.” Saeyoung faltered. Saeran, who was also not a fan and was thus gaming, probably with the volume at unhealthy rates, still managed to snort out a “I could’ve told you that.” Saeyoung shook his head apologetically.

“I’m sorry MC… I, uhm. Yeah…” For a moment you both sat on his horrifically battered couch, the tension rising. Saeyoung screwed his face up in thought, before launching himself towards you, wrapping you up in a huge hug.

“I.. Saeyoung-?”

“Cuddles are a miracle cure.” He said, kissing you on the forehead. “They’ll chase away the storms, just you wait, and in the meantime, how about you teach me how to make something other than sandwiches.”

“I know you know how to cook.” You pointed out, at least happier with this approach, but Saeyoung shook his head.

“I forgot. I can now only make ham sandwiches, and that is truly a sad fate. Won’t you help me? Oh cook in shining armor.”

You rolled your eyes at that “Isn’t being the hero more of your route?” But agreed to make something with him.

Saeyoung really put everything into the “I forgot act”, and you soon found yourself distracted by his antics, peeling onions with a vegetable peeler, “accidentally” getting flour in your hair, tackling you with hugs and kisses the minute thunder or lightning even attempted an interruption. You found yourself either laughing or breathless from his attention, and when your anxiety was too difficult to ignore you allowed Seven to wrap you in a hug as you buried your head in his shoulder, his arms acting as a barrier for the sound.

Dinner took a horrendously long time to cook, something Saeran was sure to point out, but it really did help. As you two were cleaning up dishes Saeyoung paused for a moment.

“Being a hero really isn’t my thing you know.”

“Huh?” You’d sorta forgotten the earlier conversation amidst all the antics.

“You saved me MC, from myself, my own destruction. The least I could is chase away a few thunderstorms. I’d do anything to make you happy. So, I hope that you can be happy.

“What a silly thing to say.” You said, giving him a peck on the cheek. “I’m already so very happy, so incredibly glad to have you in my life. Indeed, if this isn’t happiness then there is no such thing.”

He really was your hero, your knight in peculiar armor. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

V/Jihyun Kim

V hated thunderstorms. Although he’d agreed to get his vision fixed, the date of the surgery was still some months off, and in the meantime every storm sent him in disarray, the sudden loudness of the thunder a disconcerting reminder of his own vulnerability, the fact that if even one thing in his life shifted he was likely to run right into it.

Being someone who had such a visceral hate, he was quick to become aware of your anxiety as well. It was something he just picked up on, before you had the chance to even think about hiding it from him.

“I see I’m not the only one who hates when it storms.”

You weren’t really surprised by his fear, he’d made it quite clear how he disliked to be reminded of the vulnerability that came from being blind, his eyes were already an ever present reminder of his past, a reminder of the feelings that had rotted inside him, which were so difficult to reconcile with.

So during the storms he ended up focusing most of his nervous energy on you, preferring that to morbid thoughts about the path his life had taken.

Coincidentally you tended to have the same reaction, and thus stormy days, though far from pleasant, became a semi-pleasant ritual, full of affection and comfort.

You pointed out the lightning and counted the miles out loud for him, something that helped him ground himself in the world, feel a little more in control of the situation, and in return he kept up a steady stream of conversation, telling you how your fears weren’t silly, how much it mattered to him that you were happy, and all the things you’d do together when the storms passed.

Sometimes you two turned on a podcast, or a video whose audio V had heard multiple times before, another exercise in familiarity that helped comfort you two. He also didn’t mind whether you kept the lights on or turned them off, only wishing to keep at least one window open, to keep track of the storm’s progress.

He also was in the habit of singing or humming at random intervals, his voice kept you in the moment, rather than in an endless loop of “what ifs”.

By the end of the storm you two were often exhausted, which is why they so often ended with you two tangled together, already half asleep.

One such time you were about to sleep, only barely awake to nod when V said the storm had passed.

“Jihyun,” you mumbled, hearing a hum in return. “I love you.”

V smiled, hearing that from you always felt like a moment of rejuvenation, of sudden clarity.

Kissing your forehead he hugged you a little tighter.

“I love you too.”

Saeran

Saeran loved storms. Loved the sheer, raw, uninhibited power they exuded, the proof of how natural ruled above all.

You knew that. You also knew that storms were, in fact, the bane of your existence, and that you’re rather die than sit up and watch them with him.

But you also didn’t want to disappoint him, didn’t want to be a source of unhappiness in his life, so when Saeran eagerly looked out the window and called out “MC! It’s thundering!” You reluctantly dragged yourself over to watch with him.

At first it was alright if you focused on him more than on the outside, the awe and glee he took in watching the rain was endearing, the happiness marked so clearly and without inhibition. It was something that almost took your breath away in how beautiful it was, the joy of somehow who’d had so little of it.

Then the first clap of thunder arrived and you’d nearly sprained your wrist, slipping on the counter and banging your arm.

Saeran’s attention was immediately turned away from the thunderstorm and he looked at you curiously.

“Are you alright MC?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just, I’m fine.” You didn’t want him to know. It made him so happy, how could you ever take away from that, holding you bruised elbow you excused yourself to the bathroom for a moment, saying you needed make sure nothing was serious.

Of course that excuses could only last for so long, but the bathroom seemed such a comfort compared to the windowed rooms, and you lost track of all sense of time or space, curled up in a ball, leaning against the cold wall, the linoleum tiling keeping you grounded.

Eventually however it came to an end, and there was a short knock before Saeran turned the doorknob and opened the door.

“Something wrong?” He asked, immediately realizing the answer to that question after looking at your position. Kneeling down to face you he cupped your cheek. “Thunderstorms?”

You nodded, despite yourself. You really didn’t want to take this from him. But he didn’t seem to have felt like anything was taken, instead kissing you on the forehead and opening his arms for you to envelope yourself in them, something you did gratefully.

He held you, rocking you slightly, whispering random bits of words, random pieces of song, anything to keep your anxiety lower. Nudging the door shut once more you two stayed there for a while, and you finally felt yourself calm down.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

“For what?” His tone was that of genuine confusion.

“For taking away watching thunderstorms from you. I don’t want to take anything away from you of course, I really don’t. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh MC…” Saeran peppered your face with kisses. “You haven’t taken anything away from me. I can still watch the thunderstorms, can still love them. Your fear isn’t something to be ashamed of, we all fear things in our lives, all have things we’d rather throw aside. I’m always here for you, always. It’s something I chose, and would choose over and over again. And that choice doesn’t mean I cannot chose to love thunderstorms, or watch them. It just means I have to make sure you’re comfortable as well. Besides, I wouldn’t want to do something that made you uncomfortable, not if I could do something about it. So don’t talk like that anymore, okay?”

You nodded, feeling reassured and slightly sheepish. He really was too good for words.

You two stayed in the bathroom until it became too uncomfortable, when you moved to the bed. It was a lovely evening, the storms having mellowed into a gentle rain.

Wrapped in Saeran’s arms you suddenly felt such a rush of emotions overcome you, contentment, bashfulness, love. Especially love.

You loved Saeran so much. And you always would.

Vanderwood

You’d really rather not tell Vanderwood.

You two were the cynics of the group, sarcastic, unfazed, or rather you hid your general emotions to the larger group in a swath of wit and humor. You really didn’t want to tell him that you were afraid of what was essentially a fear that had outlived its purpose.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Vanderwood with your true feelings, indeed sometimes you felt as if Vanderwood was the only person you could trust with your true feelings, a sentiment they had reciprocated multiple times.

It was moreso you already knew how much people saw your fear as overreacting. Didn’t need your partner to join the bandwagon of slight bafflement and bemusement, even if they couldn’t help themselves.

So there you were, sitting on the couch, storm on full display, trying not to dig your head into the side of the lazyboy as Vanderwood sat typing away on their computer.

Unfortunately the storm grew more and more violent, and you quickly grew more and more uncomfortable, your plans of nonchalance having really taken a critical hit.

Before you could think of a proper excuse to go into the bedroom closet and have a bit of a scream a huge clap of thunder shook the complex and the book you’d held in your hands plummeted to the ground.

Vanderwood immediately got up and shut the blinds. “I forgot you don’t like storms.” They said, closing the last of the blinds before turning around to your startled face.

“You know I don’t like thunderstorms?!”

“Was I not supposed to?” They looked vaguely confused, and not a bit amused.

“No.” You buried your hands in your palms.

“No I was or no I wasn’t?”

“You weren’t.” You groaned. “It’s embaraassing.”

“Why should it be embarrassing? Look, MC.” They walked over to you, taking your hands in theirs. “There are a lot of embarrassing things people are in life. Of which I’m at least half of them. I cannot say a lot of things with great confidence, but I can say this. You aren’t the least bit embarrassing for having an incredibly common and practical fear.”

“A fear that should’ve died out with the invention of bricks.” You muttered.

“Perhaps. But we both know that’s not how it works.” They replied. “So don’t feel the need to hide something like that. Okay?”

You nodded and Vanderwood smiled, before giving you a hug, something which you gladly reciprocated.

It was a quiet evening, one of easy cooking and laughing at miscellaneous videos, of making fun of spy shows and swapping stories.

In the end you probably shouldn’t’ve been so surprised.

Vanderwood was an amazing partner, caring, funny, observant, loving.

Perhaps it was okay to have such a fear around them. And if it was okay with Vanderwood than everyone else would have to suck it up, because really two people’s opinions mattered to you on the fact, yours and theirs. And in this instance you’d found yourselves completely in accord.

[stray-tori]

TPN S02E09 - Initial Thoughts (anime-only)

[ Reaction video w/ captions/subs ] we collectively have a breakdown about the pen, please enjoy it pff-

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... hmmm... yeah I... ain’t feeling it. I think my tpn feelings overall are carrying this more than anything pff. I didn’t hate it, it was just...... mediocre... like if this wasn’t tpn, I probably would have dropped it at this point.

BUT IT IS TPN SO LET’S GIVE SOME THOUGHTS.

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. Random thoughts I don’t want to re-arrange

when Emma was like “share your pain with us!!”, I liked how Norman turned to Ray like “Ray. help. tell her I’m right” kind of like Ray did in s1 pfff-

Norman cried the words he didn’t allow himself to say in s1 :( I’M EMOTIONAL. it might not be the icing on the cake execution wise but GOD MY HEART. And knowing he’s going to die to it’s just- (well not if the pen has something to say about it but more about that later)

where- wheres my trio hug :((( RAY HUG THE CHILD NOW

it’s interesting that while Emma got the entire emotional speech spotlight, only Ray got a reaction shot to “I won’t live long”?? equivalent.... exchange...?

I thought Norman had a seizure when he broke down in front of Emma and Ray and I kinda wish he had because while it’s good to have him say it outright (a win for communicationnn), imagine THE ANGST. “I want to live with yo- *coughs up fountains of blood*”.

So. yknow that hideout Cislo or Vincent referenced when talking to Emma and Ray. Yknow where Norman hid the children they stole from farms, making it look like demons did it? ... w-what about them? will we see them? Are they getting left behind? it would have worked for Norman’s plan, since all they had to do was stay put and wait for demons to be yeeted. But now... he’d have to take them all too. But... I doubt we’re gonna introduce a bunch of new designs and characters? Or are we? Who knows. I don’t. I have unreasonably amount of protecc feelings for those children I’ve never even seen haha- WHERE ARE THEY. I mean... the plan rn is to immediately use the gate right? or is the plan to eradicte the GF farm staff and higher ups? I guess if thats the plan it might work. Or I guess the plan is to save Phil for now???

the idea of Sonju just... slicing his arm and throwing it at demons in a loop sounds so funny to me please someone make that.

I liked that Mujika turned to the lambda kids after giving a cup to the demon children but then we didn’t see their reaction or anything and then it cuts to the temple??? that was weird. was there sth missing there? confusion.

I also like Isabella remarking "[a radio] was supposed to be there" regarding the shelter, because it further heavily implies they know of the shelters and just let them be. Which further confirms that they should have just reframed the shelter and had the kids escape from it quickly but oH WELL.

I really liked demon Emma apologizing and Norman's reaction to that. it was a sweet little moment and like, the realization of apologizing for something that she didn't do but is aware of and all that. Cycle of hatred and all that shiz hell ye. Ik the anime won't rly delve into that but I kind of relish in the angst potential of the village - sure it was undone but some were still eaten and died and transforming people back won't bring those back. So, that’s some hella terrifying implications for families; and I'm assuming Norman is aware of those so. guilt time! not that he wasn't aware it was bad but yeah- I teared up at that moment :<<

I feel like this season really does its best when it’s doing the whole two worlds/species angle. Mujika and Sonju, the village, demon and human Emma... all that stuff.

I wish we had gotten more time (god this is really the season’s downfall) thought to see Vylk talk to the GF kids more often. it’s implied he told them not to hang out there before but I would have liked to have him show up a few more times before that but yeah. Runtime very RIP.

I also feel like CW is bending over backwards to put cliffhangers at the end of episodes. that was already a problem in s1 when they had Phil come in when Don and Gilda were in Isabella's room. it was obvious it'd be a copout but they still did it. I'm just wondering why we had to have Vincent disagree with the group to this extend (and if the shock value might play a part in that). we have 2 more episodes, why are they introducing more plot threads? Just streamline it you dofuses. I just don't know what good can come of it unless it's like an ultra big brain move to help them?? (and then we're back with the forcing cliffhangers thing) - if it's actual conflict, this'll just make things more confusing and clustered, and we don't have time for that right now imo. But who knows maybe it plays into something I just don't understand yet and it'll work out somehow

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. Animation flow kinda dead.

I felt like this episode was kind of... awkwardly executed whenever something that was a slightly dynamic movement happened?

The whole bit while Emma is walking up to Norman could have been better, but it’s passable, except that a lot is spelled out for us.

But then she takes his hand really weirdly in a far away shot with bad inbetween timing?? what is that haha-

Or him collapsing is cut really weirdly. you barely really see it, you just kinda piece it together from Emma’s reaction and her catching him.

Most facial expressions are good though, which is arguably the more important part in this scene. I feel like a better execution just would have elevated it even more.

The only one I felt was really awkward in its entirety is Barbara’s scene with the children demons. I felt like that was in particular kind of stiff and the cut between the child and her was too sudden and felt jarring. TPN anime doesn’t really do that sort of stuff a lot, so imo it’s kind of “??” when they do it. With Norman it was too, but that at least had a good transition over to it (with bg and fg panning) and nice animation. Barbara’s just kind of switched. Tbh don’t switch it out, and as the child screams, switch over to her facial expression as her own voice fades into the scream? I think that would have done it too and also be low effort.

I think it’s moreso the flow of the shots than the actual shots though? it’s a bit too fast paced and sometimes missing inbetweens (like the wild demon eating sonju’s hand is literally just 2 frames) - it’s very weird. It’s jarring, but I can’t really explain why.

I’m sorry for the staff, I’m sure the production hasn’t been easy. maybe with the bluray release we’ll get some updated animations/inbetweens.

Some appreciation though:

as mentioned, most of the facial expressions, even if the body language was a bit stiff.

the cut from the trio talking to the eye-transition of the demon and the following breath animation looked nice. Also his arm regenerating!

Sonju smirking as he cuts his arm off, what a bastard

they didn’t have to show Vylk’s arm regenerating casually while they’re talking but they did.

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. the lambda crew

If only I cared about you guys. Hahhh it’s just... introducing characters so close to the end is just. A mess. A recipe for disaster.

Where has the anime’s “show off the younger kids” angle gone? I thought they were always pretty good at that. but they haven’t really contributed anything since the whole tidbit about the older children always eating less for them. And even then it was just Lani and Thoma.

Potentially, what segments we saw in the shelter will come back for the GF raid thematically but I’m just... EH?

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. the cure pen

at this point, just stick a syringe part at the end of the stick and just inject it and it’s gonna solve everything probably.

I just don’t understand why that needed to happen. Assuming they go to the human world, it’d be perfectly acceptable for me for medicine to be so advanced that it’d be able to like, lessen their symptoms and significantly improve their lifespan.

Don’t just... REMOVE their struggles. It’s okay to not be normal and cured. it’s okay for their lives to be impacted by it going forward. In fact, I’d much prefer that.

(added in later) OH wait they literally spell out why the cure being in the pen is meaningful - because it opens up a path where they can live through not having annihilated all the demons - it's essentially the moral "reward" for not killing them. Since they probably wouldn't have gotten it if they did that. I still think it wasn't needed and the blueprint on its own would suffice for another pen-convinience moment but I kind of get what they're going for, I just don't think it's worth it . In their case, going to the human world (while they don't know it) means having more medical expertise at their disposal which they can then use to survive. UNLESS they're actually not welcome over there and have to hide or something, in that case... that might be hard, true. I guess I'll come back to think about this once it's over. For now, it feels kind of unearned and it wouldn’t even have to be this way in my eyes which makes it somewhat worse.

But good, let’s say in-universe you need it NOW, then at least don’t put??? the medicine??? recipe??? INTO the hologram.

What if they just checked the GF blueprint and Norman goes “hey, Vincent... do you think this [database/archive room] could have some data on our experiments?” - Norman said he tried to develop a drug to help them but the supporters who had that data were purged. but... they had Smee to help them too. But SOMEHOW, a dude from 15 years ago just HAS the cure??? (at least let Norman develop it himself and have the data be just THE DATA and not the recipe).

It might still check out somewhat??

15+ years ago, James Ratri was assumingly still the gatekeeper since the switch to Peter seems somewhat recent considering his big "era of James has ended" speech.

I guess the implication is that just like Smee => Krone => Norman, a supporter all that time ago gave random person the pen when they escaped.

When Vylk found him, he also had just the data medium of the pen (not the entire pen), so maybe the farm thought they eliminated it and that’s why they didn’t change their methods to not work with those drugs anymore? It's still a bit curious that their experimentation hasn't changed at all in 15 years but maybe that's because they keep killing the smart people instead of making them scientists to research for them :D

Somewhere since those 15 years, Smee gave Krone the pen (probably a few years before she got to GF?), which means that at that point the gate the keyword "future" sent them to, was still in tact when Smee gave Krone the pen. Maybe WM wasn't discovered yet at that point?

then WM got discovered, James was chased. He made that phonecall update and was probably eventually killed, along with the human location (and likely bunkers since they knew a radio was supposed to be there, begs the question why they didn't remove it) being discovered (the one with the future keyword) and the gate there being destroyed.

The problem is just that it can make sense when you think about it for way too long and assume things in good-faith, but it still feels unearned.

Maybe I would care more or this would feel a little more earned if we knew ANYTHING about that person? They seemed fairly young, so it’s probably not Minerva/James Ratri. The “hope” talk reminded me of the book in the shelter, but I’m not sure if that checks out either? The cookies were rotten but not completely. I know cookies hold out relatively long, but would they rly not be completely rotten after 15 years? I MEAN. Maybe not. Who knows. I tried to google it but didn’t find anything. 

But anyway. That tidbit is going into my “shelter kids OC project” I guess.

But even if the worldbuilding makes sense, I think the data set in itself makes little sense?? How did they find that pen part? Did a supporter give it to them? Why do they have the cure? Clearly their group of escapees wasn’t doing too hot (#help) and they seemed relatively young too so they probably couldn’t have worked in the farm.

Were the shelter escapees lambda escapees? but if that was the case, wouldn’t the WM group have secured the cure information more properly than in just one pen (maybe it was and those were just destroyed, to be fair) - it’s just WEIRD to put the cure for Lambda experiments on the same blueprint as the GF layout??? that makes so little sense.

Plus, why would you send them to GF, when it’s so secured and all that, and not just send them to the human support place our GF kids were sent with the “future” keyword, which had a gate. Maybe it didn’t exist 15 years ago (that the humans had control over it, that is), but even then it seems weird to me to imply to send them to GF instead of one of the other gates that existed. I mean. The “future” location’s gate wasn’t destroyed when Krone got the pen right?

I’m guessing maybe it was meant as help for escaping? But then again, why the cure? I guess if they met lambda experiments? I’m just confused.

Also: do we just accept that the layout of GUARDS and SECURITY MEASURES has not changed in 15 years???

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*sigh* welp. Still looking forward to seeing some stuff with Isabella hopefully. Time... is not on their side and it shows. Neither run-time wise nor production wise.

[waveypedia]

Scroldie Week Day 1 - AU (Duck Crossing AU)

Scrooge McDuck had always risen with the sun. Whether it be in his ancestral home of Scotland, his longtime residence of Duckburg, or his current home - the formerly-deserted island of New Horizons. His daily life had wavered and changed many times over the years, but this one routine remained the same.

Sometimes, Scrooge would be joined on his early risings by one of the island’s residents - most frequently his honorary niece Webby, the island’s Resident Representative. She loved to be awake at odd hours, solving an adventurous mystery or tracking an elusive bug. Or his nephew Donald, when he was on shore leave (or fell off his boat and got stranded on the beach), whose insomnia meant he knew the night well. Dewey, like Webby, loved to be awake at night just for the fun of it - although Scrooge had implemented a 10pm curfew on his nephews’ store so they would be well-rested and have a clear head for the next day of business.

While Scrooge loved the company of his family, blood or not, he preferred it most of all when he was alone. He would watch the sun rise slowly over New Horizons and revel in his successful business and daily adventures on his island with his family. Island life, despite its token serenity, could be quite hectic sometimes, and Scrooge took great comfort in those rare moments of peace in the liminal sunrise space. He was safe and happy and successful, and so was his family. Aside from adventure and money, what more could a duck need in life?

(That was a lie. There would always be more in life for Scrooge to discover, and he would never be fully at peace. But sometimes, it was nice to push those lingering doubts away.)

This morning was just like one of Scrooge’s picturesque favorites - he sat, alone and peaceful, on a bench overlooking the beach. The waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, humming with the promise of fish and treasure and adventure. Scrooge drummed his fingers impatiently against his fishing rod, but otherwise simply waited for the fish to bite his superior bait. While he waited, he watched the sun rise and the sky burst in a symphony of beautiful colors that would have Webby and Huey painting one of these days.

The slight breeze and the rustle of leaves and early-morning bugs, as well as the waves, were the only sounds penetrating the serene morning air. Scrooge leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a fleeting moment, content in his moment of peace and quiet before the hustle and bustle of island life.

Then a loud ship’s horn honked, shattering Scrooge’s picturesque morning into a thousand pieces.

Scrooge groaned and frustratedly ripped his fishing pole from the water, probably traumatizing some poor random fish, and stuffed it ungracefully in his pocket. He snatched his cane from the ground and stomped in the direction of the ungodly noise, muttering angrily under his breath. “Blasted boats, blasted sailors, blasted- RUINING MY MORNING-“

Sailors. It better not be Donald and his Navy crew again. Scrooge’s fists trembled with anger, ready to give them a piece of his mind, nephew and his friends or no. Fethry and Gladstone, his other seafaring family, wouldn’t fare any better (definitely worse, in Gladstone’s case).

Webby, likely roused from her sleep by the horn, sprinted in the direction of the shops (probably to see the boys). She paused as Scrooge passed, but didn’t cross him as he stormed towards the culprit of the sound.

“Sir?”

Scrooge slowed his pace to a brisk walk as he passed his workplace. His hired assistant, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, rushed up to his side. Scrooge glowered at him, but evidently it was not enough.

“Yes?” He kept his tone clipped and as free of his anger as he could manage.

Fenton tapped his fingertips together nervously. “Remember the person you had me issue a warning about over the morning announcements a couple days ago? The, ah, dangerous one?”

Fury washed over Scrooge as the pieces clicked into place. He nodded once, curt and sharp, and stormed off to the secret beach.

The sight that awaited him was just what Scrooge expected, but that in no way made it welcome.

“Hooty-hoo, Scroogey!!!”

A small boat, flying a telltale gold flag, had docked on Scrooge’s beach. Annoying, although he was significantly less concerned about the boat than its inhabitant.

Goldie O’Gilt, his old business partner. And current rival.

She beamed smugly at him from the deck of the boat, radiating barely veiled triumph. “Nice to see you too, old man!”

“Goldie,” Scrooge groaned, dragging a hand down his face in frustration. This was going to be a long day.

He allowed his beak to curve slightly into the smallest of smiles. “It’s good to know you haven’t been arrested again.”

“Awww,” Goldie replied, dramatically placing a hand over her heart. “It almost sounds like you care about me, Moneybags.”

I do, Scrooge whispered internally, but his pride refused to let him admit it. “What do you want with my island?” he asked instead, rough and sharp as always.

That was the key to dealing with Goldie. Stay tough and guard your heart. It kept the pair in their precarious game with each other, dancing around their feelings, both staunchly refusing to be the first to break and confess.

(She cared too.)

“Who’s this, Uncle Scrooge?” Dewey, loud and boisterous, had probably been investigating the mysterious disturbance to the island’s serene morning peace, and the cryptic stranger that brought it. He stared up at his uncle with wide, curious eyes.

“I’m just here to sell some pretty art, Scroogey,” Goldie called before Scrooge could reply - probably on purpose, to shape Dewey’s first impression of her. “I’m sure those kids of yours would appreciate some quality art pieces. Difficult to find, too!”

Scrooge growled. “Where did you steal them from?”

Goldie waved a hand breezily, dismissively. “Oh, hon, not all of them are stolen,” she responded, faking hurt. “I can’t believe you would assume I would steal art!”

Scrooge rolled his eyes. “Oh come now, Goldie. Forgeries, then?”

Huey perked up and hefted his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook from where he, Louie, Webby, Lena, and Boyd were crouched behind a bush nearby. “I can evaluate them, Uncle Scrooge!”

Scrooge didn’t miss the way Louie’s eyes lit up at the idea of selling forgeries or stolen art. Best to nip that one in the bud. “Good, Huey. That’s part of your job, in case someone donates Goldie’s art to the museum.”

Goldie huffed and slipped off her boat. “Whatever. You have my word that all my art is one hundred percent real. And a lady would never go back on her word, now would she?”

Louie and Webby ran after her, eyes shining as the latter peppered her with enthusiastic questions and the former watched closely. Lena, Huey, and Boyd took the opportunity to join Dewey and Scrooge at the crest of the secret beach as they watched the trio leave skeptically.

Dewey tugged gently on Scrooge’s sleeve, grabbing his uncle’s attention. “You never answered my question. Who is she?” Scrooge noticed Huey flipping open his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook, pen posed carefully to add a new entry.

“That’s Goldie O’Gilt, lad,” he replied gruffly, turning on his heel to follow Goldie and the rest of his kids back to the plaza. “My old business partner.”

The kids lit up with a barrage of boisterous questions, but Scrooge answered them on autopilot. He was too immersed in thinking about Goldie. What her re-emergence would mean for him. For them.

They had seen each other briefly in the years since Scrooge stormed angrily out of Goldie’s business. He wanted to make his money square, even if it landed him destitute. He was an honest man.

Unfortunately, it had forever soiled things between them, ruining opportunities and pathways Scrooge never would have thought to mourn before he left.

But now…

Maybe now, with his successful business, and Goldie so desperate she’d come to leech off of it, maybe he could mend the bridge.

He’d just have to make sure she didn’t scam any of his residents first.

~

happy scroldie weekend!! this ended up having a little more worldbuilding than scroldie but whatever, i honestly forgot about it so i wrote this today haha. it’s not the best quality sorry

duck crossing au comes from the delpad discord!! it’s such a cool au, and Scrooge and Goldie fit Nook and Redd so well!! i had fun exploring some of the other roles too. i don’t think Fenton fits Isabelle that well in job description, but their personalities are the closest match.

[imastrangeone98]

Shopping Spree

(A/N: haha you thought it was a new chpt of lost and found? No! You get a stinking one shot, that's what you get!)

Lolol honestly I'm still coming up with ideas for the next chapter so I'm doing a one shot until I come up with something XD

Warning: if you hate shopping as much as I do, this is gonna be an eyesore XD

This takes place sometime before chpt 5 of my lost and found series

"Faith. Babe. Seriously. We need to get you some better clothes," Lady muttered as she ran a finger over her friend's ragged hoodie.

"But... but they're fine!" the nephilim protested weakly. "They're still clean, and they fit me... well, kind of."

"I know, but they're just so threadbare. And hot." Walking around her friend, she carefully scrutinized each piece- hoodie, jeans, sneakers. "It's only gonna get hotter here, and I don't want you melting into the pavement!"

"I... I don't have money," she said, a pitiful final attempt to dissuade Lady from taking her shopping.

"You let me worry about that," she reassured, sneaking a predatory look at Dante, who was oblivious to the whole thing. "At least let me get you a new shirt."

And Faith knew then and there that she had lost the battle.

[...]

"Try this on! It's cute!"

Faith's arms were now piled high with clothes. She began to wonder if she was just an excuse for Lady to splurge on pretty outfits.

Dante yawned in the corner, rubbing his eye while tapping his foot to the upbeat music playing throughout the store. "Are you done? I'm hungry."

"Not yet. She has to try them on." As she spoke, she nudged Faith towards the changing room. "Now go. Go forth and dress."

With a heavy sigh, she obeyed, slipping into the small room.

The male let out a soft groan. "C'mon, Lady. Just let her wear what she wants; it's not hurting anyone."

"Trust me. She'll thank me later. There's a heatwave sometime this month, and I don't want her sweating to death. Also, thank you for actually wearing a shirt and not one of your stupid titty strap jackets."

"It's not a- it's not a titty strap!" he spluttered. "It's a gun harness!"

"Yeah, whatever. It still looks stupid. You really need a wardrobe change-"

"Holy shit," he whispered, as if in awe of something.

Unaware, she rattled on, "For a guy who's practically waist deep in debt, your obsession with red coats is-"

"So... what do you think?"

The sweet voice behind her caused her to turn around... and she gasped.

The soft, white dress flowed just past Faith's knees, the delicate gold flower designs accentuating the gentle aura that always surrounded her.

She looked like an angel.

The two companions stared at her for what felt like hours. It was to the point where she began to squirm under their gaze.

"Is it... not good?" she asked, shyly tugging at the hem of the dress.

Dante mumbled something, his face bright red. But he shook his head and gave her a thumbs up.

Lady, on the other hand, couldn't stop the compliments from pouring out. "It's perfect! It's just the right size, it's not too flimsy, and it matches your vibe!" She dramatically grabbed her friend by the shoulders and repeatedly shook her. "Please tell me you'll keep it! Please!"

Faith's brain still felt like it was rattling in her head. "Okay. Just... don't do that again, please."

[...]

They had traversed over ten shops within two hours. Faith had been rather conservative in her choices, much to the shopping lover's chagrin, but she still walked away with an impressive hoard of shorts ("Ripped shorts are always stylish," Lady had reassured her), floaty T-shirts, a dress or two, a pair of flip-flops, and- on Faith's insistence- a red flannel button up (which Dante seemed particularly happy about).

And while Lady gleefully pushed each bill into their male companion's hands, he didn't seem to mind all that much, simply taking it without a word despite Faith's constant protests that she would find a way to pay for it.

"It's fine," he said with a gentle pat on her head. "Just stick around and wear the stuff; that's payment enough."

"But..." she stammered, only to get a finger pressed to her mouth.

"No buts." With a grin, he slung an arm around her shoulders. "Tell you what. You manage to get through the rest of the trip without worrying over finance, and I'll buy you some cinnamon buns later. Deal?"

She would've argued with him, had she not remembered the smell of the sweet cinnamon glaze as they walked past the shop. Her mouth watered.

That shut her up.

At some point, their growling stomachs became too loud to ignore. They began their trek to the food court, only for Dante to point out a box to them.

"Check it out. A photo booth," he snickered. "I love those things. So cheesy."

Faith looked at it. "I've never been in one before."

He gave her a look. "Wait. What? Seriously?"

She shook her head. A small frown tugged at her lips.

"...Alright, we're changing that. Come on!" Grabbing her hand, he practically dragged her to the machine, where the trio squished themselves trying to fit in the minuscule box.

"Jesus, what were they thinking, making it so tiny?" he grumbled when an elbow smacked his cheek.

"I thought they were mainly for couples," Faith squeaked.

His blue eyes widened. "...Yeah, well, they really should take people like us into consideration, too." His voice sounded like it went up an octave; she wondered if he was just tired.

Once they finally got situated (Faith ended up sitting partially on their laps), Dante pressed some buttons on the screen and announced, "Alright, smile!"

Snap! Snap! Snap!

During each pause, they made some kind of funny pose- tongues out, then bunny ears, then a simple one with their arms around one another.

Faith laughed at some point over her friends' ridiculousness. And out of the corner of his eye, Dante watched her with a wide smile on his face.

Snap!

"Is that the last one?" Lady grumbled. "It'd better be; I'm starving!" She started pushing them out of the booth.

"Wait, the photos!" the small girl cried out.

"I got it!" He snatched up the strips of paper, sneaking a peek at them before shoving them in his pocket with a grin.

"Hey, stop hogging the goods!" Lady tried to shove her hand into it, only to get pushed aside by him.

"Quit it! I'll give you one later!" Before anyone could argue, he threw an arm around each of the girls' shoulders, steering them towards the food stalls. "I still need to buy those cinnamon buns."

"...You're gonna share those with us, right?"

"Fine."

That shut them up.

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A/N: it's so dumb and fluffy but hey it's not like anyone's gonna read it right?? Hahaha... ha...

Anyway I'm pretty sure Mando is up next. Look forward to it my nonexistent fans!!

[chloca-cola]

Lights

This is just a fluff filled christmassy story that will have a continuation soon 😏

Word count:1,237

@minteyeddemon (just lemme know if you don't wanna be tagged anymore haha)

~~~~~~~~

“Yeah...I’m well aware that Squirt loves Christmas lights.” Dante quipped at Vergil, as if it were the most obvious thing, when in reality, for Dante it was after being with Meande for so many years. Dante was leaned back in his chair, ankles crossed atop his desk, his face cast to the ceiling as Vergil stood before his desk.

    “Are you not going to ask why I brought it forward?” He inquired, and Dante lifted his head to look at his older twin.

    “Forgive me, I assumed you were just going to say it.” He leaned forward, placing his feet on the floor, waving his hands in a grandiose manner. “Oh brother o’ mine, why doest thou bring this knowledge forward?” Vergil grunted, rolling his eyes at the unneeded dramatics, before raising his arms, holding up what seemed to be four large bags of Christmas decorations.

    “I would like to decorate the office for her.” He admitted, stone faced as always, and Dante gave him a toothy grin.

    “Seems we were on the same page.” He stated, leaning down to reveal his own bags of decor, setting them on his desk. “It’s gonna look like Christmas threw up in here.”

    “Where is our little minx?” Vergil inquired, also setting his bags on Dante’s desk, and he chuckled.

    “I had Cassiel take her out tree shopping.” Vergil nodded approvingly, as they began to open the boxes to begin working.

    After roughly an hour, Vergil had made his way up the stairs to the landing to decorate.

    “Why does she enjoy Christmas so much?”

    “It was her father’s favorite holiday. He made it a big deal with her every year. It’s her way of keeping him close.” Dante explained, and Vergil chewed on this.

    “Didn’t he try and kill her?” Dante grunted, pulling some holographic garland from his bag.

    “That was all part of Cassiel’s manipulation. Cassiel is actually the one who killed him too, not me. Once he had the brilliant idea to take them to Sanctus to see if he could use them, she did it to protect them both.”

    “She always seems so...unaffected.” Vergil observed, admiring how strong willed Meande is for her past not destroying her.

    “It’s a front.”

    “Obviously.”

    “Behind that strong happy facade is a broken girl, Vergil.” Vergil took a step back to examine his work, making sure everything was perfect for Meande. “Every tattoo...every piercing...that represents every nightmare she’s had. Well, ones she couldn't deal with anyway.” Satisfied with his work, Vergil made his way back down the stairs to help his brother finish, but grimaced for Dante hadn’t been so perfectionist over it. Vergil went behind Dante correcting all his work. "It’s her way of taking power back over it.” Vergil hummed, taking in the information as he tried to not be annoyed by his brothers haphazard way of decorating. Dante paused, turning to Vergil with a stern look. “So don’t hurt her.” Vergil gave him a side eyed glance, continuing to straighten the decorations before scoffing.

    “Do you really expect me to?” Dante grunted, going back to his work, being more careful with the placement now.

    “No, of course not. I just really love her, ok?”

    “As do I.” Vergil admitted, a warm smile tugging his lips up and Dante gave him a cheeky grin.

    “You told her that?” Vergil gave Dante a stern look, which caused Dante to gasp and grab onto Vergil’s shoulders, much to his disdain. “You have, haven’t you?” Giving Vergil a slight shake, causing him to sigh.

    “So childish.” Vergil insulted, pushing Dante’s hands from his shoulders, to plug in the lights and walk to click off the overhead fluorescents. 

    “No, no, it’s huuuuge, Verg!” Dante continued to tease his much too serious brother. “It really is like a Christmas wonderland…” Dante pointed out as he turned in circles admiring their handiwork. He bought several icicle lights and holographic garland because they were Meande’s favorite kind.

    “Hey, guys, we-” Meande walked in the door, only to drop the base of the tree she and Cassiel picked out and she covered her mouth, which was opened in shock. Cassiel smiled as Vergil helped her take the tree to the far corner of the room.

    “This looks amazing you two.” She commended, as Dante draped an arm over Meande’s shoulders.

    “You like, Squirt?” She looked up at him, the dim lighting causing the unshed tears to sparkle like chips of diamonds in the corners of her honey eyes.

    “You two did this for me?” She asked, voice mouse quiet from behind her hands. Dante grinned at her as Vergil joined them on her other side.

    “That’s correct.” She then looked up at Vergil, and Cassiel chuckled.

    “It’s why Dante enlisted me to get you outta here today, baby girl.” Her mother confessed, arms folded over her chest, looking at all the lights, a pang of grief ripped her heart. “Malcolm would have loved this.” She said to herself as she wiped away a stray tear. Meande squeaked, trying in vain to swallow it down, but the dam broke and she began to cry, overwhelmed by all the emotions this act caused her. Dante gave her a small smile, pulling her close to him, where she quickly wrapped her arms around his midsection, while Vergil seemed slightly panicked by her emotional outburst. After embracing Dante for several beats, she let him go to turn and latch onto Vergil, who slowly returned her hug in full.

    “You’re always making sure we’re ok that we decided to do this for you, babycakes.” She sobbed into Vergil’s chest.

    “You guys didn’t have too.” Dante stroked her upper back tenderly.

    “Oh, but we did.” Vergil corrected her, and she pulled back to look at them both in turn.

    “Come here.” Cassiel called, waving Meande over to her desk, where the guys had decorated it as well. Her mother wrapped an arm around her. “You’re lucky.” Cassiel informed her and Meande scoffed.

    “I know...not sure I deserve all this though…” Cassiel made a derisive noise, rolling her honey eyes, bumping her hip against Meande’s.

    “Don’t be absurd.” Meande wiped the tears from her face, finally able to regain composure, and she smiled at them all.

    “Let’s get that tree decorated, huh?”

    Once the tree was decorated and plugged in, Meande placed her hands on her hips, grinning at the beauty of the office. Dante came up beside her, draping an arm across her shoulders again, leaning down to kiss her temple, lips lingering for several ticks. Vergil hovered beside her, his hand gently rubbing along her lower back. Cassiel smiled, watching to trio, before finishing her drink, disappearing upstairs to give them their privacy.

    “Thanks guys, really. You have no fuckin’ idea how much this means to me. I love you.” She claimed to them both.

    “You’re welcome, babycakes.”

    “It was our pleasure, darling.” Meande then turned her back to the tree, standing before them with a mischievous grin.

    “Well...if you two are up for it...how’s about I show you both my gratitude?” She asked, suggestively, causing the twins to give her a surprised look, before eyeing each other. Meande walked between them, before turning to walk backwards towards the stairs. She gave them a coquettish smirk, beckoning them both with a curl of her index fingers. The brothers shared another look before quickly following her up the stairs.

[honey-booty-chips-blog]

hi! just thought i'd say that i love your blog & it's super funny - also the admins seem so nice & friendly ʕ ᵔᴥᵔ ʔ could i maybe request something like the rfa + minor trio finding out that the mc's a good dancer? (maybe street dance in particular?) i had a sudden thought of zen at an rfa house party like 'haha you'll never beat me at a dance game... but you're welcome to try' and mc just wipes the floor w/ him in front of everyone;; of course you don't have to, but thanks in advance if you do!

holy shit?? we would die for you??? you are so nice and friendly?????we love the humor and the creativity in this request… so much… and we love you, anon…

YOOSUNG

yoosung knows you didn’t much care for LOLOL

or any of his video games, really

but he still wants you to experience that Hashtag Gamer Lyfe

so he takes you out on a date to the arcade

you pass on the fighting game, the racing game, and the claw machine

but you’re really adamant about playing dance dance revolution

yoosung was a self-proclaimed DDR expert as a kid so he immediately takes you up on the challenge

“butterfly” is his jam and he’s not about to let anyone take that away from him

he sees that he was doing pretty well until he looks over at your screen and

HOLY SHIT YOU HAVEN’T MISSED A STEP

W H A T

you don’t even break a sweat but yoosung is Dying

rip yoosung

he definitely calls zen later that week and asks him for dance lessons

ZEN

zen never likes to think he’s better than you at anything

but the moment you bring up your love for dance at the RFA get-together at yoosung’s house !!!

he is ready to [lovingly and cautiously] Fight you

yoosung happens to have one of the just dance games and the contest is ON

zen is incredibly good and hardly misses a beat

(he has the game at home shhh)

distractions everywhere!!!

he would definitely try to grab your ass while you were dancing to get you to mess up

but in the end, he knows he’s no match for you

jumin jumps up like a sports fan whose team had just scored when he sees zen get four stars compared to your five stars

zen’s.. pretty cheesed off about it

but he DID like that look you gave him near the end as your hips swayed and your—

oh shit would you look at that

it’s the B E A S T

JAEHEE

it was just going to be One Of Those Days for jaehee

she loved running her very own café with her very own favorite person

but getting up early got to her sometimes

as jaehee started loading up the case with pastries, you suddenly blast a song over the speakers

jaehee is confused at first

until she turns around and sees you skidding around the kitchen with a spoon as your microphone

you expertly dance your way over to her, stopping every once in awhile to dramatically mouth the lyrics

jaehee is in tears from laughing so hard but she is also extremely impressed with how smoothly you move

she’s finding it hard to get the coffee machines ready but she can’t really bother to be mad when she has you grinding up next to her

she is in a much better mood after that

you get on top of the counter at one point

“MC THAT’S UNSANITARY”

JUMIN

C&R parties are never fun

jumin hates the pressure and attention, as do you

but luckily for you, there is not only a lot of alcohol but a dance floor at this particular C&R event

the champagne,,;; really gets to you

at first, you’re just vaguely flailing around the dance floor

you’re not even sure what genre of song is playing??

jumin is just

kind of??? swaying????? next to you

suddenly your favorite song comes on and you just go wild

your dancing is pretty phenomenal for being Hecka Drunk

jumin is not quite sure what he’s witnessing but he knows he’s in love with it

why is he aroused by this

he even joins you

or. at least tries to

he doesn’t shut up about how stunning you looked while you were dancing the rest of the night

SEVEN

can we all agree that saeyoung dabs

like. this is an accepted fact right

one day you get tired of his dabs

and why is he still whipping 20-goddamn-17

you offer to spice up his realm of dance moves but every attempt at you actually trying to teach him anything involves

“y’all mind if i just. YEET”

“saeyoung please”

eventually you have to get hands-on

you put your hands on his waist and move with him

“move your hips like this—no like this”

he’s really trying to concentrate but he just realized how g o o d you are at dancing

you’re not even putting in any real effort but it just comes so naturally to you

he finds himself “““““accidentally””””” grinding into you once he gets the hang of it

sure jan

no more dabs for the meme boy

V

jihyun is the epitome of romantic ok

you guys are being huge dorks and slow dancing in the kitchen late at night

and yes you do have a spotify playlist called “late night kitchen dances”

you are literally so in love with him holy shit

he is so tall and warm and you can hear his lil heartbeat—

“IF YOU’RE NOT DRUNK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN (uh huh) GET READY TO GET FUCKED UP LET’S DO IT HAHA LMFAO (you know it)  LIL JON (yeahuh)”

oh. my god

“jihyun i am so sorry i have no idea how that song got on there i just”

he’s cracking up over the whole ordeal

you guys end up dancing like a bunch of high schoolers who were given orange juice and told it was tequila

except you’re really good at it

jihyun is.. in lov

he can’t stop watching the way you move holy guacamole how do you do that

UNKNOWN

it’s saeran’s first RFA party and he is!!!

he is hanging in there!!! hoo boy…,,,

he’s just been hanging out in the corner the whole time

just. sipping on some punch or something

lonely emo boy

his anxiety is really getting to him until he sees you

you’re?? you’re street dancing to classical music

he may be a little uncomfortable with expressing his emotions but if there’s one person who could change that, it’s you

he even GIGGLES can u imagine

you’re pouring your heart into a dance routine that completely contrasts everything about the music playing but it’s still so precious to him

you eventually catch him staring and burst into laughter

but your dancing doesn’t cease and neither do his giggles

VANDERWOOD

saeyoung promised vanderwood that inviting you over would be a good chance for some “family bonding”

……………… whatever that meant

but you and saeyoung are uncomfortably alike when you’re together

vanderwood wonders how he manages to be so in enamored with you but utterly despise saeyoung

you and saeyoung are really…… going at it to this one EXO song

vanderwood is just sitting in the corner, trying to resist the urge to bash his head into the table from secondhand embarrassment

he has to ask himself how you both happen to have the routine memorized

he looks at saeyoung from the cracks between the fingers of the hands he has his face buried in

and then he looks over at you and he is immediately mesmerized

you’re easily better at this than saeyoung

you see him staring at you and you motion for him to come over

he shakes his head but he DOES take a video of you dancing

you’re just too cute

~ admin c & admin e

[capricious-passions-blog]

By Word Count

Words, words, words.

moosesmittens

A Grim Night

Yes

688

1

I could care less how short this is. It’s that Grim dog. I’m so glad this was written. Any and all ‘Grim’ fics about Stanley and this dog are blessings in my eyes.

bananabog

Balm

Yes

1,073

1

A one-shot that wasn’t meant to be more unfortunately, but has a very interesting premise about Bill not being gone from Stan’s head.

scribefindegil

Nomenclature

Yes

1,133

1

Haha! - No, I’m sorry. This one. This one is great. Portal Ford.

anonymousAlchemist

our past ghosts always haunting

Yes

1,347

1

Stanley never regains his memories. And it’s okay.

impish_nature

Sleight of Hand

Yes

1,638

1

Oh my gosh - MagicStanley! It’s beautiful.

Neelh

Homologous

Yes

1,642

1

HA! I was wondering what ‘homologous’ even means. And then I saw the author’s note. Read my mind.

Reread it. I have no words. Monster. Angel. Blessing. Curse. How shall I describe this author?

HowAboutThatSnapback

Death Omen, Shmeath Omen

Yes

1,649

1

Just the title. Just the title on it’s own is enough. THAT TITLE.

LogicalBookThief

Stan Protecting his Kids

No -

First Posted

2015-10-29

Last updated

6 Mar 2016

1,670

2 works

First one is Soos’s dad. The second is a tourist and Wendy. I actually thought the Soos and the dad bit was interesting. I never would have thought about it, but yeah. That could go down like that.

Kalajorn (Mortsyn)

The Black Dog

Yes

1,763

1

This one has Stanley befriending the grim because of an accident. It skirts the depressing and jumps into the Stanley is amazing.

impish_nature

Silent Plea

Yes

2,070

1

BlindFaith Au. Stanley helps Stanford with cave flashbacks.

hapful

out

Yes

2,587

1

Amnesia Stanley. Andrew - ANDREW - *he thinks he’s andrew … * I can’t -

Tell_Me_Tales

Math is Money

No?

First Posted

2016-10-22

Last updated

28 Nov 2016

2,622

2

As I recall - this one was actually kind of adorable. Right? I don’t know why it’s marked unfinished unless the Tell_Me_Tales had more in mind. Otherwise it feels like a pretty cohesive pair of one-shots. And Filbrick is … normal.

molossiamerica

2 AM

Yes

3,062

1

In relation to the title. One word. Relatable. But other than that - these two. I tell ya. Sea adventures.

impish_nature

Signs of a Well Lived Life

Yes

3,276

1

JOML AU @notllorstel

More Grim Au. I think they actually die in this one. Quote on Quote “Bittersweet and stuff”

eltigre221

Gravity Falls: Aspects of Stanley

Yes

3,321

1

500 Fords Au. In a hall of Fords, Stanley splits himself into parts of his personality. And Ford has to put that back together.

The_Lionheart

Missing

Yes

4,103

1

How Stan has dentures. A basic recap of when and where he lost most of his teeth WITH CRIPPLING FEELS.

MaryPSue

Now You See

Yes

4,158

1

Stanford never feels like he has to ask for Stanley’s help to come to gravity falls. You can probably guess how well that goes. Cause he finishes the portal but how to keep the world from ending?

thesnadger

It’s A Great Idea (Who Are You To Judge?)

Yes

4,295

1

Relativity Falls. Grauntie Mabel and Grunkle Stan compare lives over drinks. Not the best idea.

impish_nature

Blind Rage

Yes

4,743

1

BlindFaith Au. Stanford goes off on some midnight attackers and Stanley isn’t handling heat of fire too well.

WDW

Estranged, Lost, Found

Yes

5,047

2

This exists. And that is enough. I have no idea how this could have been thought up, but … I rather thought it was okay. You know. Once you get over the Stanley feels. What is it with this man. And my poor heart.

thesnadger

Things You Can’t Take Back

Yes

5,058

1

Stanley in the Colombian forest. But why is Stanford there? Dun, Dun, DUUUN. But no, actually - the feels.

LogicalBookThief

One and a Half Stans Au

Yes

5,092

2 works

De-aged Stanley

impish_nature

Seeing is Believing

Yes

5,136

1

BlindFaith Au. Stanley regains some of his sight

StoneSabre

So the Ocean Soothes Our Scars

No -

First Posted

2016-10-20

Last updated

27 Nov 2016

5,508

2 works

Grunkle Adventures at sea

fex_libris

Darkened Light, Starless Night

No -

First Posted

2016-10-03

Last updated

12 Dec 2016

5,531

2

BlindFaith Au. They get out of the cave, but things aren’t peachy.

Aaronna

With the Help of a Brother

Yes

5,638

3

Amnesiac Stanley. They get to the boat. Sad Ford. With a happy ending.

LogicalBookThief

The Devil You Know

Yes

5,677

2

Possession. Mystery trio. Ford gets possessed before he realizes that’s not a good thing. And Stanley … obviously gets caught in the crosshairs.

Keleficent

Trust Me

Yes

6,528

6

It …

Well anyways. Stan falls into the portal and … just … BADness ensues. Ford gets him out, but … so yeah

Tell_Me_Tales

A Girl Named Carla

Yes

6,569

2

Carla McCorkle meets Stanford and it’s awkward, and funny, and adorable.

impish_nature

Finding the Right Frequency

Yes

6,885

1

Ford, and that radio! Talking over the air! Him and Stanley! It hits the spot.

Nicnac

Five Years Older

No -

First Posted

2016-11-01

Last updated

10 Jan 2017

7,659

3

27 year old Mabel going into the past and finding Mullet Stan. Come on guys. This one is almost mandatory viewing.

Nicnac

Weep Not for the Memories

Yes

7,718

1

Scrapbook doesn’t work. Amnesia Stanley.

TheLazyBAMF (TheGuardian219)

Fixing a Mistake

No -

First Posted

2015-12-13

Last updated

7 Nov 2016

8,334

7

Stanley uses a time wish to go back in time and relive his life so he doesn’t ruin Stanford’s. So … he’s in his kid body with his grumpy grandpa mind, and kid Ford wants to play all the time, but is smart enough to see something’s up. How could you not want this?

SilveryBeing

Key Moments

Yes

8,913

1

Stanford looking into different realities. Seeing the consequences of various actions over the course of his life. Post Weirdmeggedon. It’s good, but also full of Stanford hate propaganda NOPE THAT IS A LIE. Why am I lying like this?

impish_nature

A Lot More Lost

Yes

9,620

1

Feral Ford Au. Stanley Amnesia.

MiniatureGlitterSoul

Searching For Stanford Pines

No -

First Posted

2016-04-17

Last updated

7 Jun 2016

9,805

6

Portal Ford.

thesnadger

Summer’s Over

Yes

10,604

3 works

I’m - no THEY’RE trying to kill you. And I quote “Making Ford Feel Guilty For Fun And Profit; Actually There's No Profit; And No Fun; only pain”

LogicalBookThief

A Pound of Flesh

Yes

10,918

4

I remember this mostly for the Clairvoyant. Post Weirdmeggedon boat adventures.

The_Lionheart

The People That We Always Hoped We Would Be

Yes

11,546

1

Christmas Carol AU where everyone comes back into the past to get Stanford to reconcile with Stanley. Oh my gosh. THIS ONE. That one scene. WITH THE GUN.

Beleriandings

A Tale Of Three Stans

Yes

12,413

1

They’re in iceland. Stanley and Stanford get separated. Until Stanley runs into another portal Ford. This is a really nice read. Short, but not too short. In a fun setting, running around doing interesting stuff. Police get involved to some degree. Otherwise it wouldn’t be Stanley and Stanford.

Nicnac

Lost and Found

Yes

12,687

2 works

Connected to Elementary Falls. “CanonFord!” lands in Elementary Falls universe. It creates TWO happy endings, so plus.

biteinsane

Wearing the Working Man’s Clothes

No -

First Posted

2016-05-11

Last updated

25 May 2017

15,063

7

So it says Tiny Ford Au, and I was thrown off. I thought - the shrink ray stuff. But it’s kid Ford. And Kid Ford’s mind too. So it’s cute! But also - how can Cipher NOT take advantage of that? A One and a Half Stans, with Ford.

WinchesterWarrenSon

Fractured Fingers

No -

First Posted

2015-12-14

Last updated

25 Aug 2016

15,631

15

I shouldn’t like this one so much, but um … I REALLY like this one. Stanley comes to help Stanford in Gravity Falls.

CCs_World

And You Were Not So Old

No -

First Posted

2017-01-01

Last updated

10 Mar 2017

17,629

7

Stan contracts a serious illness and Ford is obviously extremely upsetted (yes I mean upsetted). Guys, right about now I’m banking on the lack of Major Death tag. Also how is this not longer? It feels longer. Huh.

KuroJanKazu

Reminiscence at Sea

No -

First Posted

2016-04-04

Last updated

29 Sep 2016

17,754

7

Reverse Falls. Stanford ends up in reverse falls in one of his trips through the multiverse. And really learns to like … Will Cipher.

runawaycartoonist

Gravity Falls: It’s Relative!

No -

First Posted

2016-05-04

Last updated

20,587

7

Stanley and Stanford go and visit their Great Auntie Mabel for the summer.

pinesinthewoods

Blind Faith

Yes

21,027

4

Stanley and Stanford both land in the portal. Stanley loses his eyes. Blind Faith Au.

Kalajorn (Mortsyn)

And Then There Were Three

No -

First Posted

2016-04-19

Last updated

25 Jun 2016

21,450

12

Mystery Trio.

Vituperative_cupcakes

The Demolition Log of Stanford F. Pines

Yes

22,280

11

A really amazing, after Dipper and Mabel leave, but before they set sailing sort of random adventures of the Stans. Full of humor, fun, and if I have this right - proper flash-back angst?

orphan_account

The Ghost that Lives in Great Uncle Ford’s Basement

Yes

22,348

7

Stanley - GOES BACK IN TIME, and ends up as a ghost. But I think what’s most important here, is that he’s basically lived twice but looks young. And the ending. It finally makes Canon the better option in a not ‘rip your heart out and feed it to cannibals’ way.

highwayKing

Stannapped

Yes

22,508

11

The one where Stan’s old buddies catch up with him, shove him in a trunk again, and Ford has to find him. And he does! Wait … oops, spoiler.

CCs_World

Mabel and Ford for Gravity Falls

No -

First Posted

2016-10-19

Last updated

22,889

12

Ford and Mabel Fluff as they try and save their kidnapped siblings. Apparently. Actually - you know what? I think it updated since I last saw it. I should … probably go read that.

roomapple

Liar To A Liar, For Lies Are His Coin

No -

First Posted

2016-10-19

Last updated

13 Mar 2017

23,456

10

Same Coin theory. Bill is back. Mucking about in Stanley’s head.

impish_nature

Phobos

No -

First Posted

2016-01-03

Last updated

10 Feb 2016

24,721

7

Mystery trio and Stanley has issues from his time on the road. It is unfortunate that it is incomplete.

eosrealis (Aurorealis)

Cooperation is Mandatory

No -

First Posted

2015-10-09

Last updated

6 Nov 2015

26,024

6

Stanley is a werewolf. And yet outcast from all other werewolves - of course he couldn’t just get with the program, even as a wolf! And so Ford leaves Gravity Falls to study the phenomenon.

impish_nature

Demonic Conman

Yes

26,385

8

Reverse One of Us Au. Stanley becomes the demon for Bill Cipher. What an exhausting ride. And the ending. Pretty much low-grade torture for the soul. As I recall, wasn’t there an alternate ending to this too?

videogamelover99

A Different Form a Different Time

Yes and No

First Posted

2016-12-23

Last updated

16 Apr 2017

26,407

6 works

Based on Flat Dreams and Pengychan’s and doodledrawsthings probably ideas and drawings. Bill is stuck as a human and is mostly annoyed.

the_subpar_ghost

Gravity Falls Timestuck AU

Yes

26,761

11

Mabel trapped in the past and Stanley has to help her get back. Mostly through finding Stanford, and we all know how that goes down.

Tell_Me_Tales

D-23:Guardian

No -

First Posted

2016-08-15

Last updated

23 May 2017

28,242

20

Carla McCorkle. Tell_Me_Tales adds a great addition of her as her own mystery trio in some of their work. Short chapters … that I feel get better as time goes on, but is that just me? Also - Gargoyle Stanley Au, but not monster Au.

azhdarchidaen

In Search of Antidotes

Yes

30,200

11

Historical Au. It’s great. So Stanley goes to help Stanford and it’s all in 1892. Double thumbs up.

The Last Speecher (HeidiMelone)

In Another World

Yes

30,381

14

One shots of Portal Ford. Journal Style.

The_Lionheart

Takin’ Care of Business

No -

First Posted

Last updated

19 Mar 2017

30,663

9

Modern … sort of Au. Where … Stanley goes to help Stanford. But Mabel and Dipper are more like niece and nephew - not great nibings. And … it’s really good. I really like The_Lionheart. They’re a really good writer.

Kazriku

Silent Falls

No -

First Posted

2015-10-01

Last updated

26 Feb 2017

31,078

9

Absolutely no idea, but it’s got one helluva mystery element and it feels like it’s going someplace, but I’ve no idea where.

MaryPSue

Hive

Yes

32,368

2

Note: Have not read. Vaguely skimmed. Looks interesting. [Note to self: read]

Post Canon horror story with casual fluff and happy ending. I think. Wait - how is this in my history if I haven’t read it? *Sigh* I don’t even know anymore.

thesnadger

Axolotl

No -

First Posted

2016-02-18

Last updated

18 Jan 2017

32,458

11

Post Weirdmeggedon and Bill is back. The Stans head over to Gravity Falls from their sea voyage to let family comfort, and maybe find a solution.

Kazriku

My Demons

No -

First Posted

2015-08-16

Last updated

28 Mar 2016

33,672

13

Mystery Twins.

Demonic Possession included. Kazriku also made a lyric video based on the same title and I recommend listening to it. Possibly while reading.

delcatty (Harlecat)

The Thing On the Doorstep

Yes

35,915

12

What is this - lovecraft? ... Ha! I was right. I also don’t know much about lovecraft. But I do, however, know about this. And it’s Stanford getting himself into messes in a 1930’s setting and Stanley trying to help while overcoming Fiddleford’s phobia towards horrors of the eldritch type. The actual thing on the doorstep is … a mixture of a shiver down your spine and ‘bleck.’

Amydiddle

Theory of Relativity

Yes

39,151

21

Relative Falls. Au colliding with Canon. Stanley and Stanford end up in relativity falls on a boat trip. Actually, the kids meeting their older selves - that’s neat.

The Last Speecher (HeidiMelone)

Stanley McGucket

Yes

39,759

14

Stanley MCGUCKET. And that’s just PART ONE.

… wait. Guys. It UPDATED since I last saw it. I have so much to catch up on.

SandyQuinn

There’s an Endless Road

Yes

41,073

8

This one is so great. Who doesn’t love a road trip? With your annoying brother and archenemy? Stanford sure knows how to pick ‘em. Also, this tag - ‘horror that is completely undercut by humour.’ It’s adventure in an almost episodic way, but also not at all, and is just super fun while not simply ‘pure fluff’ in any way shape or form.

Giroshane

Gravity Falls Adventures

Yes. But you kinda wish no. Series is marked incomplete, so maybe?

44,073

3 works

The Adventure with ____

How else to describe? Hurt/Comfort.

Stanley, Stanford, Mabel, and Dipper. Post Weirdmeggedon/in Weirdmeggedon.

Fordanoia

Gotham Falls

No -

First Posted

2016-09-27

Last updated

18 May 2017

45,735

11

Batman, Gravity Falls crossover! What more do you people want?

asbelow

Time Has Changed Me (And Left Me Full Of Doubt)

No -

First Posted

2017-01-18

Last updated

13 May 2017

46,708

8

REALLY GOOD ONE GUYS. Everytime I think about - Stanley. Going through that portal. Coming out. And still not speaking to Ford for another couple of years. Having that kid. Dealing with trauma of having been on the other side of that portal. REALLY GOOD ONE. Major focus on awesome slice of life that just is REALLY GOOD.

Nicnac

Elementary Falls

Yes

48,665

15 works

Stanley and Stanford get an orphaned Dipper and Mabel. A lot of oneshots around this, filled with feels and fluff.

tallykale

A better place, a better time

Yes and No

First Posted

2015-12-02

Last updated

22 Feb 2016

49,002

3 works

Mystery Trio. Stanley and Stanford reunite. Help.

dliriously

Changing Tides and Tribulations

No -

First Posted

2016-06-04

Last updated

23 Jun 2016

49,902

6

Really fantastic Stanley and Stanford post weirdmeggedon on their boat sail away and still deal with nightmares and disillusion and ‘what did Ford get up to in the portal?’ and STUFF!

WDW

A Thousand Natural Shocks

No -

First Posted

2015-10-09

Last updated

3 Aug 2016

53,750

14

Neverhuman AU. As in, ‘Stan Pines Dead’ Stanley actually died in that car crash and made a deal with a demon that wasn’t Bill Cipher and melded and is … no longer … human I guess.

PengyChan

Flat Dreams

Yes

53,940

16

Alright. Full disclosure. This is a really good fic. But … I’ve never understood the whole - ‘it makes Bill Cipher into a redeemable character’ thing. Bill feels well rounded and it gives Bill Cipher good motivations for the show. But … he’s still actually a rather genuinely rude person who does bad stuff with only slightly more understood reasons. If anything it just pulls him from psychopath to misguided. I don’t feel sorry for him, I’m just six times more interested in him as a character. But other than that - Man is this a really great fic.[Note to Self. Edit this description][Edit of the Edit: Ignore me. I know nothing]

Queen_Mab

Ad Astra

No -

First Posted

2016-07-29

Last updated

3 Jun 2017

54,200

11

Mabel falls into the Portal to find a new Grunkle. The selling point would have to be how amazing the portal Mabel bits are. Ford and Mabel. It’s just fantastic at times. And then in rolls the Dipper and Stan bits and everything is up in flames.

MaryPSue

Raising Stakes

No -

First Posted

2015-11-23

Last updated

4 Jun 2017

56,058

19

Vampire Stanley. Enough Said. Also Stanley showing up at his old ‘friend’s’ house when the guy is thinking about how harmless Stan Pines is. He was BEGGING to get his throat ripped out. That scene was so cool.

Sarah1281

A Time Wish

Yes

59,420

18

Stanley goes back in time to stop himself from landing Ford in the portal. He lands as a old mind in a young body and stays level headed as Ford wigs out. And proceeds to relieve the next thirty years.

embulalia

Two Old Men and the Sea

Yes

69,409

26

Boat adventures that head back to Gravity Falls. This one includes werewolves, nightmares, amnesia, seizures, Demonic possession, and torture. All from the tags, because for the life of me this blends in with other fics. I should probably reread this. (I remember the werewolves well enough ...? and obviously liked it ...)

scribefindegil

Fisherman’s Knot

No -

First Posted

2016-03-06

Last updated

27 May 2017

84,545

17

You think it’s over. And then there’s another twenty thousand words if not more. You don’t know how to handle these feelings.

babyblueavenger

Mystery Nerds AU

Yes and No

First Posted

2015-11-26

Last updated

2 Jun 2016

97,460

5 works

Series. It’s the last one that isn’t finished, with a 4 chaptered 46k word count hanging off the side.

WinchesterWarrenSon

Motorbikes and Sailboats

Yes

114,378

3 works

Okay, so if you’ve ever heard of Jimmy Snakes being a jerk and being in cahoots with Stanley in any way shape or form … this was probably where those ideas came from. That and the original Jimmy Snakes character info from the show. This um … it breaks you. If I was going to warn against any of these fics. This is the one I’d seriously warn against. I’m serious. Parts of me wish … that I’d just glanced over this one. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover. You should finish it, bordering on tears if not outright crying. It’s good. Really, REALLY good. Almost too good. I’m warning you DO NOT READ THIS ONE (you’re gonna read it anyways aren’t you, well I tried)

EvilEkat

Versability

Yes

131,274

33

Stanley … strikes it rich, become an even worse person, and then gets the kids when his and Stanford’s names are mixed up.

Overall - Excellent. Very, very Excellent.

DisneyMuse, slytherintbh

The Demon’s Apprentice

Yes ish

149,836

2 major works, plus a drabble and alternate endings

Have I read this? I feel like I have, but I’m not sure. It’s where Dipper becomes Bill Cipher’s apprentice of magic and Ford is just not having it. But … have I read this?

The_Lionheart

One Sword

Yes and No

First Posted

2016-07-31

Last updated

9 May 2017

239,518

9 works

Oh, just lots. Portal adventures. Reimagining of canon episodes. Crossovers. But what I wanna know is how they get away with some of that purple prose stuff? Poetry? Different formats? It’s brilliant. How? Just - how?

[topugonfuckmegood-blog]

Back to the Beginning( Don't tell him part three)

Pairing: Tyler/ Reader, Josh/ Reader Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Wax, Slight name calling, Surprises,Daddy kink(slight), Choking(slight) Cliff hangers(you’re welcome) Rating: Mature A/N: HAHA READ IT AND WEEP(please don’t stop reading the series, this isn’t what it seems.)

You got into your car and started your long drive to work. It had been officially two weeks since you and both of the boys had been together as a trio, and things were going perfectly, or so you thought. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when your phone buzzes and alerts you of a new text. You look over and see Tyler’s icon come up, and wait for a red light to check it. Once you pick it up and see it, you read what it says and immediately turn your car around to head to his place. The text said there was a big emergency and he needed you to be there asap. You make sure to call your boss and let them know you can’t come in, and park your car in the boys driveway. You run inside, using your key, and walk in to see Tyler sitting casually on the couch. “Tyler, what’s wrong?!” You yell. He looks up at you calmly and smiles. “I just wanted to see you..” he mumbled, standing up and crossing the floor over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist and you glare into his eyes, trying to calm yourself down. “Tyler, you’re a fucking idiot. I thought you or Josh might’ve been hurt” you say, trying to get out of his arms. He doesn’t loosen his grip, only holds you tighter. “I’m sorry baby, I just…I missed you, I miss our little dates we used to have her..” he says, looking around the apartment. You sigh and can’t help but feel saddened by Tyler’s words. “I thought you were okay with all of this. It was your idea..” you say, looking up into his big brown eyes. He looks back into yours and bites down on his lip, hard. “I know. I just wanted you to be happy and he had stuff to offer you that I didn’t..I just miss being alone with you, watching movies with you, having you strip for me..” he starts to mumble his words softly into your ear. “Watching you dance for me, fucking the lights out of you, tying​ you down” You cut him off. “Then let’s do it” He looks at you questioningly. “What do you mean?”// “For tonight only, let’s go back to how it was. You can tie me down, I’ll dance for you. We’ll go back to how things were without Josh, just for tonight.” You say, kissing along his neck. He lets out a loud groan and tips his head back, giving you better access. You feel him let out hums when you realize you're​ making a mark. You pull away and he moves his lips onto yours, slowly moving you up to carry you upstairs. On the way up, Tyler rips off all of your clothes and throws them lazily around before dropping you onto the bed. He pulls off his shirt when he walks over to the familiar dresser, and pulls out the old ropes and ties. You smirk as he walks over and ties your first wrist to the headboard, and then the next. Tyler takes a blindfold and ties it around your eyes. You feel him move away and hear a click sound, not even a moment later you feel a stinging sensation on your stomach, and are quickly realizing it’s candle wax. You inhale sharply, feeling the familiar rushing feeling in the pit of your stomach. He starts to write something with the wax. It doesn’t take long for him to finish, and traces his finger over it. You aren’t sure what it says, but Tyler wipes it away and moves back up to kiss you. He starts sliding down his pants and massages your breast. He slides his underwear off, and aims himself, thrusting in slowly. Once he feels you’re fully adjusted, he thrusts into you, harder. You groan against him and struggle against your restraints, just wanting to touch him. He chuckles at your obvious discomfort and interlocks his fingers with yours, leaning down to be able to go deeper inside of you. With his new angle, he was hitting you in all of the right spots, and you couldn’t stop yourself from calling out his name. He continues to talk dirty to you, starting to push you over the edge, when suddenly. “Hey, Ty, where are you?” You and Tyler both start whisper yelling, and you hear Tyler pull on all of his clothes. “Okay, babe, you wait here, and I’ll be back” he says, leaving you tied up and blindfolded, completely exposed. Meanwhile, downstairs. “Hey, Josh, what are you doing here?” Tyler asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Josh looks up at the boy and smiles. “Well, (Y/N) is at work right now. So I thought maybe we could do something special for her when she gets back?” Josh suggests, already placing bags in the kitchen. Tyler starts biting his nail and looks at Josh, sighing. He had to admit, it was hit for him to think about you, tied up, naked, and waiting for him. Maybe he should make you wait. “What were you thinking?” Tyler asks, opening the bags. “I thought we could make her food and then watch a movie and…You know” Josh says, laughing at himself. Tyler smirks, loving the fact that you were up there. “Well, we both know I’m the better cook of us two, so you can look through the movies while I cook?” Tyler says. Josh nods and goes to Tyler’s living room. Tyler starts blasting the music and Josh chuckles, flipping through the movies. Josh lifts his head when he hears a slight noise, but looks away. But when he looked down, he saw a bra. Your bra. And the rest of your clothes that Tyler left laying around. He clenches his jaw and stands up. “Ty, I have to go the bathroom” Josh says, Tyler doesn’t respond, probably with how loud his music was. He clears his throat and starts walking up the stairs, and heads to Tyler’s room, assuming you’d be there. He sees you and feels rage, but also becomes very turned on by the sight of you just laying there, waiting, wanting. You hear the movement and the music, and think Tyler was coming back up to finish, and turned on the music so Josh wouldn’t hear. You hear the sound of pants coming off and more shifting, and smile. “Coming back to finish, huh?” You ask. You inhale sharply when you feel a cold finger running along the burn from the wax. You try and see through your blindfold, but you can’t. It doesn’t take long for you to feel yourself being stretched out again, but it felt different. Your thoughts are cleared when he starts thrusting in faster. “T-tyler” you let out, pulling at the restraints.“Call me daddy” says a whisper. You bite your lip and start screaming Daddy to him, encouraging him to go faster. He grabs something from the table and you hear it start vibrating. He grabs one of your hips to be able to hit harder, and starts rubbing the vibrator onto your clit. “God, Daddy, yes” you say. You feel yourself reaching your end, and you can tell ‘Tyler’ is also about to from the grunts they’re letting out. You feel his hand reach up and wrap around your neck, squeezing, and completely sending you over the edge. The sounds you let out are vulgar and choked, and you feel the warmness entering you as well.“I don’t appreciate you calling out my best friend’s name while I’m fucking you” he says. Josh. He lifts the blindfold and you’re at a loss for words. For some reason, it was hot to you. “And slut, that’s a new one” Josh says. You look confused until he points at your stomach and you realize that’s what Tyler had burned into you. You laugh softly and shrug. That’s when you hear the clearing of a throat. “So, this is the second time I’ve walked in on you two. I’m thinking you just want to be caught” he says, crossing his arms on his chest and leaning against the doorframe. Josh mumbles some curse words and pulls his underwear on, yet no one makes any attempt to untie you. You groan. “Tyler, I thought Josh was you..” you say. Tyler looks at Josh. “Did you fuck her and not even tell her it was you?” Josh doesn’t say anything. “Dude, that’s so fucked. And you knew I was downstairs?!” Josh finally stands. “Ty, you decided to take her for yourself in the first place! It was supposed to be all of us or at least we were supposed to let each other know something was happening!” Josh yells back. Tyler sees you sitting quietly and unties you. You pull the cover over yourself and start biting your nail, not knowing what to say or do. “Maybe this was a mistake.” You say, loud enough for them to hear. The three of you sit in silence. Tyler mumbled something, but no one heard. “What?” You ask. “I agree, tonight started as my fault” he begins. “Tyler…”//“Let me finish. I think tonight was just a mess, but (Y/N), this wasn’t a mistake. At least, not for me. I think…..” He starts mumbling again. “What?” You ask again. Whatever was said, Josh heard it when you didn’t, and he looked pissed. “I said. Marry me” (THATS WHERE IM ENDING IT BUT GET READY FOR THE NEXT PART OML)ki

[grapsandclaps]

PCW ROAD TO GLORY PREVIEW

Hello everyone! Welcome to the first in a series of previews of upcoming events in the Britiah Wrestling calendar.

The purpose of this is to offer a guide for people who have never visited these promotions/towns and also offer advice on where to stay, where to drink and where to eat!

So let’s start off with Preview No.1 - PCW Road To Glory 2018 which takes place on Saturday 10th February and is a double show featuring two separate tournaments , one for the vacant tag team titles and one for the No.1 contenders opportunity at the PCW Anniversary show later in the year.

The main drawing power of this show is the return of former PCW Champion Uhaa Nation (now Apollo Crews in the WWE’s glorified job squad - Titus Worldwide).

The Uhaa days are fondly remembered by PCW regulars as the height of PCW fandom, originally he first came in as a relative unknown for a match with El Ligero but instantly the PCW faithful who were well known at the time for making up inventive tunes and ditty’s to incoporate wrestlers names took Uhaa to their hearts.

Here are some of the tunes that you might need to rehearse before arriving at Evoque:

“UHAA UH HAHA TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG”

“KNOWING ME KNOWING YOU - UHAA!”

“UHAA I WANT TO BE WITH YOU EVERYWHERE”

“THAT’S THE WAY, UHAA UHAA I LIKE IT, UHAA UHAA!”

Over a stretch of at least over a year, Uhaa’s run to the title and the inevitable title loss/PCW career ending match vs Chris Masters was something of PCW folklore.

The Masters vs Uhaa showdown for instance had a fantastic build up, even with a sit down interview with Richard Parker with both men to build up the tension to the title scrap, stuff like this made PCW have that big time feel even though in hindsight it was taking place in a nightclub on a Preston high street.

Fast forward 3 years and the shock announcement at PCW Festive Fury that making his return into the Road To Glory tournamenent would be Uhaa Nation for one night only thanks to a deal struck by PCW and WWE.

The interest since this announcement has been very high, with the news of around about 100-150 tickets being left which for PCW is a great achievement in recent times as attendances have struggled in the last two years to reach above the 300 marker (Evoque shows), the Guild Hall and Blackpool Tower Circus/Ballroom shows have drawn fantastic attendances even though general admission has been around the £2/£3 marker but they have sold a lot of VIP tickets for these shows as well.

Very much on the underground scene in 2017, PCW has took a turn for the better since a downturn in late 2015 and 2016 where the use of a number of factions including ‘Friends with Benefits’ who in the beginning were a hot faction but soon ran there course and the ill-fated 'The Firm’ who were possibly the worst faction ever! apart from Sha Samuels who would get victories from time to time, his comrades - The London Riots and Sammy Smooth spent lots of time checking the flourescent Evoque lights.

Since early 2017, a different direction was taken with PCW with the focus on their own PCW Academy standouts (Philip Michael, Sheikh El-Sham, Dave Birch, BIG T and Seymour Gains) and also more local talent (Tel Banham and Matthew Brooks) mixed in with regular talent such as Bubblegum, Joey Hayes, Martin Kirby, Dean Allmark, Ashton Smith, Iestyn Rees and T-Bone) they have produced constructive and long term planning of storylines mixed in with some high-quality action that whilst not pulling as many punters as the 2014/2015 heyday it has been receiving rave reviews from regulars.

If i could give you a show to watch to get a flavour of how good PCW is at the moment, I suggest you search out PCW Tribute To The Troops Night 2 from the Preston Guild Hall - certainly one of my UK Show’s of the year and a great introduction to the new breed of PCW Wrestling.

With that introduction to where we are today, let’s give you a rundown of what you will be seeing at Road To Glory 2018:

PCW Tag Title Tournament

This was set up due to The Hooligans having to vacate the Tag Titles that they had won from The Spirit Squad last April. Zak Knight had picked up a serious injury and also factor in a number of a missed bookings from Roy Knight to defend the titles, it was PCW’s decision to strip them of the titles in December and in turn set up this tournament.

In matter of fact, The Hooligans were originally Entrant No.1 into the tournament, but thanks again to The Knight’s filofax double booking again they are out of the running to get back their belts.

So who is in it you may ask, well here are the runners and riders in the 12:00 at Evoque (Going: Wooden Boards with a Canvas and a suspected hardest part of the ring)

1. Two Mates Pissing About (Danny Hope & Joey Hayes) - These two have pedigree as a tag team, teaming for years as The Models in numerous promotions and are one of the most experienced in the line up. Hope and Hayes did feud a while back over the PCW Title but have since made up and are in a trio with Martin Kirby as the 'Three Mates Pissing About’.

2. The Kings of Leon (Lionheart & Sha Samuels) - A tag team who have been together on and off in the last year but do have a win over former champions The Hooligans. In recent months though there has been dissension between both Lionheart and Sha who have been wanting to focus more on singles title glory than tag team glory which could hinder there progress even further in this tournament.

3. The Henchmen (Jim Diehard & Benton Destruction) - Staples of the West Midlands scene predominently in Triple-X Wrestling where I do recommend you search out on Youtube is a tag match with them vs a young Tyler Bate and Chris Brookes which will give you a good idea of what to expect from The Henchmen.

4. Matthew Brooks & Sugar Dunkerton - A new tag team who will bring the comic relief to the tournament with the 'Singing Soprano’ Matthew Brooks who has been a great highlight of PCW in the last 12 months using his huge amount of charisma and singing ability to wow the PCW audience, here is teaming with Chikara veteran Suger Dunkerton who is here on a monthly excursion from the States. I sadly though expect them to be ducking out early on in this tournament.

5. Tel Banham & BIG T - Since combining 6 months ago this unlikely tandem are trying to run roughshood over the roster, with Money in the Bank winner Tel Banham using the services of the 7ft Chopping Machine - BIG T to gain the upper hand. With their under-handed tactics they could go very far in this tournament.

6. Ashton Smith & Charlie Garrett (Inter-racial Love) - A return of an unlikely tag team duo who performed admirably in their short time together as a team in the past but they have proven to standout as singles competitors since, especially Ashton Smith who’s matches with Dean Allmark, Bubblegum and Mike Bailey were some of the best matches PCW held in 2017. These are very much the dark horses!

7. T-Bone & Bubblegum - You would think the odds-on favourites for this tournament are good things, but even though they have been watching each other’s back for the last few shows, they did spend most of 2017 feuding over the PCW Title. Bubblegum lost to T-Bone in a PCW Title rematch which meant in turn that Bubblegum cannot have another shot at that belt whilst T-Bone is in that Championship position.

8. Polo Promotions (Jackie Polo & Mark Coffey) - A rare UK appearance from Scotland’s No.1 Tag Team who when I have seen them for ICW have really improved in the past year. These could go far depending on the luck of the draw.

Prediction - I’m am going for a T-Bone & Bubblegum vs Tel Banham & BIG T Final with T-Bone and Bubblegum winning the tag titles.

PCW Road To Glory Singles Tournament

Apollo Crews vs Iestyn Rees

A hot singles tournament run down starts off with the aforementioned Apollo Crews/Uhaa Nation facing off with Former PCW Champion Iestyn Rees.

Rees had for me a very disappointing 1-year run as PCW Champion not really beating anyone of note or just scraping victories. He did though have the best match of his PCW Title run vs Moose at the Blackpool Tower Circus.

Rees eventually lost the title to T-Bone in about 20 seconds and has lost the subsequent rematch at Blackpool in December.

A tough opening match awaits Rees with Uhaa Nation looking the popular choice to go through this first round match, I do expect though a good match between two very athletic big men and Rees is going to be the perfect bad guy foil for the retirning hero.

MOOSE vs Rampage Brown

A BIG HOSS BATTLE! The return of Rampage Brown to PCW brings a big Heavyweight clash with TNA star MOOSE.

Rampage has been gone from PCW since November 2016 having been thrown out of the World Wrestling Championships by General Manager at the time - Dave Rayne.

But he does have pedigree having already winning the Road To Glory Tournament in 2016 but he did fail capitalise with his title shot falling to Noam Dar whilst carrying a shoulder injury.

As with Progress, Rampage was a big loss to the promotion with his hard man persona (he does literally look like someone who could rip your balls off and feed them to you), he is still one of the best in UK and also has one of the best entrance themes in British Wrestling which doesn’t half get your blood pumping and your hand reaching for the Strepsils.

His opponent Moose has been to these shores regularly in the last year and has had a few corkers despite people’s judgement of him being that bloody 1 2 MOOSE 💪 Chants.

A tough one to call this match, but expect plenty of hard hitting action between these two hefty lads and a good match to boot.

Adam Brooks vs Dean Allmark

This on paper brings the high flying technical side of wrestling with PCW Cruiserweight Champion Dean Allmark who has been a part of some of PCW’s best matches of the last year and a half facing an export of the Graps Down Under and standout of MCW Wrestling in Melbourne, Australia - Adam Brooks.

Brooks in his short infancy on his excursion to the UK has already produced two excellent matches of note with Ryan Smile (Rev Pro) and with Will Ospreay at Progress Birmingham Chapter 61 which easily took match of the night honours getting over Brooks as a character to an audience he is relatively unknown to.

I’m expecting a similar style of match with Deano here and it could be the sleeper match of what is set to be a fantastic 1st round. I do think though Deano could scrape through and maybe go on to possibly be a double champion later in the year, but we shall see.

Zack Sabre Jr vs Matt Riddle

What a way to round off the First Round bracket with two of the most technically gifted wrestlers in the world with Professional Belt Collector Zack Sabre Jr. facing everyone’s favourite 'Bro’ Matt Riddle.

Zack Sabre Jr has a mixed record in PCW losing a 4-way on my first ever PCW show (Blood Sweat and Beers) which feels an eternity ago. He has since returned for an excellent series of matches with PCW standout Bubblegum, the last one of which he lost at Evoque.

Matt Riddle on the other hand has only been seen the once in PCW beating Angelico at a sweltering Bradford in May.

A 50-50 pick-em match if I ever saw one but this on paper could be something special to send the crowd out happy into the afternoon Preston skies.

So that is that for the preview of what might go down at PCW Road To Glory and hopefully it has enticed you to go and purchase a ticket if you are still umming and aahing about going - there are still full day tickets on sale for £25 which is a bargain for what matches and wrestlers you will be seeing on the day.

But what about the amenities if you are stopping there? Well this is the blog to meet your needs for hotels, food outlets and drinking establishments so here are a few recommendations from my good self to ypu good wrestling fan visiting Preston.

Hotels (Central Preston):

Premier Inn £60 a night - Generally the most central hotel for stopping and they do a good buffet breakfast.

Travelodge £48 a night - The cheapest option and a 10 minute walk from Evoque but still adequate.

Holiday Inn £99 a night - Most expensive of the 3 and located near the Preston Bus Station, decents nights kip but not as central as the Premier Inn

Restaurants:

Turtle Bay - Jamaican style food and cocktails

Solita Preston - Home to some excellent creations of food but do expect to pay a decent whack but it does get some good reviews.

Nando’s - Chicken, Chicken and Chicken but central. But yeah if you like Chicken this is your place.

McDonald’s/Subway - If you just want a quick bite to eat these High Street staples meet your needs and won’t break the bank.

Yates’s - Now it might seem daft to add Yates’s in a place to eat establishment, but their menu has improved a lot and they do provide a vast choice of options at a reasonable price.

Pubs/Nightclubs

Wetherspoons - You have an option of two Wetherspoons to fulfil your BritWres staple needs - The Twelve Tellers just across from the venue and The Grey Friar which is a walk down one of the main high streets. I would suggest The Twelve Tellers as the better of the two options.

The Guild Ale House - If reasonably priced real/craft ale is your game this is the place for you. Everything is £3.50 or under and the surroundings like you are in someone’s front room make this a place to visit.

Hogarths - Another well priced pub with lagers and ciders all around the £2.80 or under marker, lots of screens with Sky Sports and Horse Racing on. A popular place in Preston!

The Stanley Arms - I’ve not been in since tbe refurbishment but as an after party place I very much recommend here if you like your Northern Soul music. Drinks prices are around £3 a pint.

The Wellington - Good jukebox and the former meeting place for many a PCW fan back in the day, sadly the Welly Burger is no more but worth a visit.

The Old Black Bull - Run of the mill boozer across from The Grey Friar but it does offer a wide range of real ales and CAMRA discount if that is your sort of thing. A number of screens for Sky Sports and BT are available in this pub!

The Black Horse - One of the better Robinsons Brewery pubs with a good selection of ales not just from the Robinsons ale range, also a nice snug area to keep warm and cosy.

Run of the mills boozers - Fishers, The Bull & Royal, Yates’s - Not much craft ale but if you like your run of the mill lagers and ciders these are the pubs you should be looking for.

Hope this has been a great help to you all visiting Preston and PCW for maybe the first time and if you can’t get there watch it all on Powerbomb.tv for what should be a night to remember for PCW! #grapsandclaps.

(Picture credits - PCW UK).

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Episode 9 Confessionals

dammit i aligned with the one person everyone wanted out in the merge first.. why is jordan pines still here? well im using my power and bouncing the fuck out next round--- see ya suckers!

i hate blindsides. like people are always like "omg BLINDSIDE haha this is so fun!!" no. theyre not fun. do u rlly like having to own up to everything after tribal to people u just betrayed and u cant tell them EVERYTHING that happened but u have to tell em something and tey always feel betrayed. not fun, and katies obv pretty hurt while bryce is hiding it. like im not gonna blindside if its always this unfun. i dont wanna spill my guts and be all weird bc i dont like doing it :/ but telling people who im voting isnt fun either idek

So the vote didn't go my way. Someone is working with jordan and luke. i think the way the votes fell it was me and chris on jordan, katie on luke, willow on me, and charlotte, luke, jordan, carson, zach on chris. everyone is saying that it was last minute and just wanted to go with the majority. but that doesnt add up. i was told that i wasnt clued in because they didnt know if i was close with chris or not. and that they wanted to flush the idol that jordan has. but if you all vote with him he obviously wont play it?? also i wasnt told because chris chose me to go on the wishing well im  pretty sure which is lame. we werent even close and i would be fine voting him even if i think its the wrong move seeing as how luke and jordan need to go sooner or later. im most betrayed by carson because i told him hes my number 1 and he said the same but he doesnt let me know saying it was last minute. but he talked to me right before the vote and said it was jordan so clearly it wasnt too last minute. willow voting me is so random but i need to make sure i get her back with me b/c i think i can use her. this vote has brought me and katie closer i think which is good, she really seems to think that charlotte was the mastermind of the vote and i kind of agree. i just dont get why charlotte wanted us to split and then do this. she convinced chris to split too i believe which is sad for him. but like why would she make a split if she already had 5 votes. so i think its maybe not her, or she was doing that for extra caution. anyway people still have these advantages from the auction so im wary and just want to win the immunity to secure myself. i need to work on my relationship with luke and willow i think b/c i think that can be beneficial moving forward.

katie used her power.. like why?? i love katie but like.. that was dumb. after me incessantly telling her, youre fine, youre safe. but whatever. (but i get her point of view too because i wouldnt trust me after telling her i was voting jordan then helping her split votes on luke then voting chris out lmao) hopefully the plan of getting jordan out can work this round even though katie using her power semi? nto really complicates the plan. patience sucks by the way

Jordan won immunity which is PERFECt because it means he can't be voted out but now I'm just worrying about me. I know we managed to get the numbers last round but I'm nervous about whether or not people will vote me off this round or not, especially since I'm the only vulnerable Copa at tribal council. That being said I /do/ have 2 idols in my pocket so I could just pull one of those but I wanna try and wait as long as I can before I have to use those. Ideally I want Willow out this round, I don't really talk to her and I don't think she trusts me especially after we played Dead Sea together and I had a hand in exposing the idol that she played incorrectly (oops?)! Zach didn't really like the idea of getting Willow out but Jordan wants to so I'm gonna see what I can do. It ain't over yet

*play like jenna.. play like jenna... play like jenna... PLAY LIKE JENNA*

I hope to be a swing vote next round 

Carson: What do you want to do about tribal? Me, probably: Blindside Zach. 

So we're talking about voting out Willow this round.

She's nice, but there are no real allegiances (as far as I know) that she has in this game. Her vote was wild last round for Bryce, so it should be easy to get him on board to vote for her too. Jordan and Zach both need to go at some point but right now they, and Carson, are the only people I enjoy talking to so ... maybe I'll play this out and just bring a bunch of threats to the end with me. Why not? Can you imagine a final three filled with people who actually played decent games? It'd be a blood bath to see who wins and I am SO here for that.

this vote is a little intricate. but before I get into that, I want to explain other stuff. I was so close to copying Jordan's score because I knew from a past game he got perfect, so I would only assume he'd get it again. That being said, I would've felt really shitty and it may have potentially fractured my relationships with some of them. anyway the five person alliance type thing of char/luke/jordan/carson/myself aint going to stick much longer because..... everyone wants me out. I wanted Bryce out and i got it going but unfortunately people are doing willow. 

Willow leaving is kind of bad for my game, but nonetheless it's the decision and I can't resist it much. I plan on telling her the truth, and getting her to use her golden fan so that I can maybe get a new power because my rope fucking sucks (well, sometimes it can, but its a tiebreaker rip) I think if she didnt use it, she'd give it to me? and i think thatd be fine but i dont want to use it because luke would be mad, so if she's leaving, then why not just let it be her since  she's leaving anyway? I love Willow to death though so her leaving is going to be sad :( I think ideally the next person i'd want out is Jordan. One of the trio of L/C/J have to leave, and i'm least closest with Jordan and despite Char being like... opened about wanting me out because i can go on a comp streak, i don't want her out bryce can leave too. i dont talk to him much, but he's a nice guy! the game's the game, and it sucks though. Also it's fucking crazy how already its final 8 like?? it feels like the game started lowkey like 2 days ago and .... we're almost half way done.. wait we are DSMGODSMGDS okay done

"honestly i love how in this game votes are determined like ~6 hours before the vote and its settleede easily for the most part" zach even tho we've only had three votes including this one and the last one he said he was" told last minute" so what the truth!!! I think we're voting willow here everyone seems to be on board but i was blindsided last time and theres no saying I wont be blindsided again. I really wanted to win immunity but i flopped big time but maybe itll make people think im not a threat. Im gonna try to bring me carson zach charlotte back together and hope for the best because it would be 4-3. but also i want to remain close with katie even tho she ditched me... iconic queen. She told carson before hand but not me so thats interesting i guess!

willow targeted charlotte and spread her name, and charlotte acc does have some power so... ppl (bryce) ratted to charlotte and now willow's on the chopping block. sigh. im fine with willow going i guess ill just need a new final 3 person for me and zach?? whatevs. also willow has a golden fan apparently that mixes up the golden fan so me + zach r gonna try and get her to use it before tribal so we can possibly get some items. also.. at the start of this tribal EVERY name was tossed out besides me and zach. this could be because people know we're close or maybe we actually are in a good position. i think its the former but who knows. hoping this vote can be pulled off easily and i won't be the blindsidee tonight.

Currently trying to get the votes to get Willow out. So far I think I have me, Jordan, Charlotte and Bryce and with Katie gone that's majority for this vote. Zach still doesn't want to do it but I may just have to go behind his back on this vote and not do what he wants but that's the game. Hoping this works because I have a really weird feeling about tonight. 

Okay so as of currently I think Carson, Zachary and Charlotte are the biggest threat and I want Charlotte gone lowkey 

But I'm at my friends house so I don't have lots of time as usual ugh, also I'm a dumbass who got the challenge time wrong also Bryce suspected it was me who voted for him last round rip 

I've been being jewish all day so im just here now, so first confessional - hooray jordan finally won a fucking immunity challenge, it took way too long rtp. like seriously wtf

Anyways splitting this confessional up into 2 cause tribal is soon and i got nothing to talk about, but like bye willow, you were cool i guess, we didnt talk. sorry hon

Okay so like its definitely gonna be me tonight and I sorta tried but I think it's gonna be a unanimous vote and I just wanted to say I love Zach and Carson and I hope they do well in this game and I'm excited to use my fan and stir shit up right before I leave and continue only ever getting 8th in side seasons  

i gave zach my idol bc im a paranoid bitch and have a bad feeling about this vote. also FUCK everyone for wanting (or faking) to vote out literal ANGEL Willow. i just like told her im voting her and love her and wanna be friends after :// Also idk. i have a weird feeling. if i am blindsided, then good game bitches.