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urfavlarry · 22 days

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Fallen Blessings

Alastor x fallen angel!reader

warnings: none!

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Alastor stood behind you, hand on your hip as he watched with a insane looking smile as all of hell fall into panic as the angelic exterminaion began. A white angelic light emited hells lonely streets, thousands and thousands of exterminators flying down like hungry animals. “So much for being ‘angelic beings’.” You think to yourself and scoff. Alastor twirls you around, smirking down at you. You stared at him without a bit of expression on your face, examining every inch of his face. Slow jazz music starts to play, Alastor swaying with you as loud screams start to echo through the pride ring. Your mind was else where as Alastor dipped you, your head barely above the ground. You think about how heaven once was, your once pearly white wings were a gray, almost black color, the tips of your feathers still a vibrant gold. You never could have imagined that heaven, a paradise where most of humanity wishes to end up after death would decide on such a cruel thing as exterminations. You get pulled back into reality when Alastor cups your cheek, making your once innocent eyes look into his crimson ones. He pinches your cheek making you wince.

“What’s bothering you mon chéri?” He says and you shrug, looking back at the ruckus outside. “It’s nothing love, just thinking about.. heaven.” You say and he laughs out loud, making you look at him with a raised brow. “Oh but whatever for? You’ve got me down here in this wretched place, don’t you?” He says and you nod, leaning your head on his chest, swaying a bit more slowly. “Just wonder of how things would be if I managed to convince the high Seraphim to stop those exterminations, or if I never even found out about them in the first place.” You say making him stop in his tracks as if he just got frozen in place. He grabs you by the shoulders and looks you in the eyes. “You never told me about this?” He asks with a curious smile, leading you to the couch in the hotels library. He looks at you expectantly, looking like a child that’s about to find out about the tooth fairy, which was a funny sight since this is the radio demon we’re talking about here.

So you tell him about the events before getting thrown out of the eternal paradise they call heaven. Getting caught listening to a conversation the first human; Adam and the high Seraphim; Sera were having about hells overpopulation. You weren’t caught for being loud, no, no. You were too naive to think there wasn’t an angel right on the other side of the door who heard your little gasp after finding about the exterminations. And so you were thrown out, which was a bit stupid considering they added another soul to the already overpopulated hell. Alastor laughed, commenting on how reckless the angels were which you somewhat agreed to. “Maybe things could’ve been different, and maybe that whole event is the reason why i’m here in this hotel. I doubt it will work but I have hopes for the girl. She’s smart but she has a long way to go to achieve this dream, if it’s even possible.” You rant, fiddling with your fingers and look anywhere but at Alastor. He puts a hand on yours, squeezing it lightly as comfort. You open your mouth to speak but get interrupted by Alastor. “They were reckless to kick out such a heavenly soul into hells streets.” He starts making your stomach turn. “They have no idea what a blessing they lost.” Your cheeks redden as he kisses your cheek, pulling you closer by the waist.

“You’re a true angel mon amour, when I saw you I thought I was getting redeemed into heaven that’s how heavenly you are.”

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southernbluebellereader · 6 months

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Being Chosen...By A Baby

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Single Mom (COD MW(2/3))

Warning: Fluffy stuff, Baby Fever, MAJOR BABY FEVER

Summary: Simon Riley isn't too particular about babies, until he meets yours.

Word Count: ~1,670 words

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A/N: I loved writing this, it's been on my mind for a while. I didn't like the ending because I didn't know how to end it lol

Edit: Pronouns and names were all over the place but it should be fixed lmao thanks for letting me know

Imagine being chosen by someone. Someone intentionally looking at you and thinking - contemplating, deciding - and choosing to pick you. It’s as simple as picking you to ask for directions, ordering a cup of coffee, and begging to touch your skin.

But it’s something special when someone as small as a little child is looking at you and choosing you. No one knows what goes on in their mind, behind those curious eyes, those rosy and chubby cheeks, that little button nose, that babbling little mouth with teeth fighting to make way. No one knows what those cute little chubby cherubs think when they decide to reach out to grab anything and everything in sight.

The grip of a child is mightier than anyone Lieutenant Simon Riley has ever seen.

Lieutenant Simon Riley - the infamous Ghost. He’s not supposed to exist. The enigma.

Yet… out of anyone who could have found him and had a mighty grip on his gray fleece jacket was your little chunky cherub made of a can of Pillsbury crescent rolls, looking at him with big curious eyes, absorbing information like a sponge. Your little infant son of nine months old, sitting comfortably in a little wrap carrier so that he can comfortably lay against your chest, he has seen Simon and reached out and grabbed a little handful of his gray fleece jacket with no intention of letting go.

It was a quick day for you so you didn’t need the baby carriage today, the wrap keeping your son against your chest would suffice, you liked having your baby against your chest anyways. In the city, it was easy to get around by walking and public transport, but you needed something in the next town over so you had to take the train. The platform for the train was nearly empty, you were early, so you had some time to yourself and your little boy giggling and babbling away, occasionally wiping his nose and talking to him about the plans for the day.

Slowly but surely, people started to pile in as the time went on, the train would be arriving soon.

Even a ghost needs a place to stay, right. On the occasion that he is home, he tends to stay out of his home, usually to replace food that had spoiled while he was gone. Simon arrived at the train station and waited on the platform. It wasn’t too cold, but chilly enough to wear his gray fleece jacket.

It was nice and quiet until more people started to pile up onto the train station. Usually he didn’t mind until people started to get into his personal space, which rarely happened anyways. Even in more civilian clothes, in a place where people barely recognize him, despite him living there, people tend to stay away from people who look mysterious.

As more people pile into the station, he slowly moves towards the center of the station. Huffing slightly to himself, he glances slightly at the giant clock. The train would be arriving soon. As he waited, he’d hear bits and pieces of conversations from people about their lives.

He didn’t mind it, he felt more human.

After a while, he heard something he didn’t hear often.

An animal?

No.

A baby.

The baby seemed to continue to babble, getting louder as he moved again. For some reason it made him curious. It’s not that he wasn’t fond of children, his childhood was pretty fucked up, but a child was an innocent being in this cruel world. Sometimes he wondered what he’d be like if he’d spent more time around children - or what things would be like if he had children.

But that’s just a random thought in his mind. A man like Lieutenant Simon Riley - with the sins and atrocities he’s been through and committed, he has no business having children. He is the one mothers tell their children to stay away from. He is the boogeyman underneath a child’s bed.

Hearing the babbling again, he instinctively turns his head and looks around for a moment, then looks down, seeing the source of this little creature.

An infant child, probably no more than 9 months old, a drool covered fist in his mouth, the other arm flailing in every direction. And you, holding your child wrapped in a long cloth and tied around your waist, Simon couldn’t figure out how you held the chunky child on your chest with just a scarf.

You were on the phone with someone talking about baby related things. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you and your baby. Such a mundane sight. A mother and her child. He glanced at your hand caressing your child’s chubby and rosy cheeks. No ring. Single mom? No wait, that’s rude.

Cracking a small smile at the sight, he looked at the child for a moment, finding amusement in how you tried to sooth your child as you talked on the phone, swaying your hips slightly. You kept your eyes on your little cherub the entire time, playing with your son’s cheeks, making him giggle and smile, occasionally acknowledging him, calling him your honey bun.

Then you got caught up with your conversation and looked away. Your child looked around for a moment, content and happy. Simon didn’t know what he found so amusing and intriguing about this child. When he thought about children, he thought of crying little messes, unruly children, little rascals who were nothing but trouble.

This little dough-boy? He had an urge to just poke his little rosy cheeks. You were holding your son, Simon practically stood right next to you but he couldn’t tell you what you were talking about. Your little cherub had dampened his senses.

More people started to fill the train station. The train would soon arrive. Simon was practically next to you. At this point, he didn’t mind being next to you and your baby. As more people surrounded the three of you, you glanced up at Simon and smiled sheepishly and mouthed ‘Sorry’ in an attempt to apologize in case she’d bumped into him. Simon saw as you wrapped your free arm tighter around your baby that was tightly wrapped against your chest.

It’s ok. You’re fine. He didn’t even know you, but he didn’t want anything to happen to you or your baby.

He knew the train would be arriving soon so he looked up at the time and looked to see if the train would be coming soon. Staring was rude. He had manners.

Not even a moment passed after he looked away did he feel a slight tug on his arm. Suddenly aware of his surroundings he looked down again. Your little munchkin demanded attention from the behemoth of a man named Simon. You were still on the phone, looking away.

Simon smiled at the sight and sighed in relief. You little rascal. Their eyes met, for such a cute little thing, your son looked at Simon intently, studying him. Simon was wondering what he was thinking. The little hand that had such a strong grip on his fleece jacket tugged at him to come closer.

“Curious little thing, aren’t you?” Simon said, using his other hand to wave at your child, making him smile slightly and let out a gleeful sound.

You turned your head at the sound and laughed at the sound of your son laughing, then blushed when you realized he was pulling on Simon’s sleeve. She quickly said her good-bye on the phone and hung up, then looked up at Simon, smiling sheepishly.

“I-I’m sorry, sir-” You gently pulled on your baby’s arm to try and get him to let go of his arm.

Simon let out a small chuckle as he waited patiently, smiling at the sight, “It’s fine. He’s got a mighty grip, alright.”

You chuckled as your child started babbling at Simon, as if he could be understood, refusing to let go despite your attempt to make him unhand Simon, “Once they got you, they don’t want to let go.”

You glanced up at Simon, seeing a small smile on the man. He reached up also with his free hand and gently held the child’s wrist, “I ain’t going anywhere, you can let go of me now. I think we’re going on the same train.”

Your child finally let go but continued to try and reach out for Simon, instantly taking a liking to him. You sighed as you looked up at Simon, the train finally approaching, “I’m sorry again, sir-”

“It’s fine, really. You’ve got a cute one.” Simon smiled at you and your child, who was still mesmerized by him.

You smiled up at him in return, glancing down at your son, then back up at Simon, “Haha yeah, he is something.”

Once the train doors opened, people quickly exited the train as quickly as people entered.

“This is my train-” You looked up at him and then toward the train, then attempted to walk forward. But people rushed around them. You kept your arms around your child and Simon felt the need to stay close, this way people would actually walk around you as you and Simon stepped into the train.

Once inside, you found a seat and sighed as you sat down. The seats filled up quickly and Simon ended up sitting opposite of you and your baby.

Smiling awkwardly at each other, you apologized again for your son grabbing onto him.

“It’s fine, really. I like his determination.” Simon looked at him as you turned slightly so Simon could see her son’s face, who smiled when he saw Simon again. “What’s his name?”

“Joseph. But I think he likes being called Joey.” You said as she caressed little Joey’s cheek as he cooed at Simon.

Simon gave her and Joey a genuine smile this time. Joseph… Tommy’s son…

“I’m Simon, what’s your name?” He looked up at her.

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Simon.”

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tangytiramisu · 1 year

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You Are The Stardust Crusaders’ Favorite Anime Character

Warnings: None!

Jotaro Kujo

He’s apparently canonically a fan of Shonen Jump, so he’s quite a nerd even if he doesn’t look like it.

He’d most likely know you if you were from a Shonen Jump series or a popular series from another publisher. If you aren’t from Shonen Jump, it would take him a while to consider reading your series or watching your show until he finally decides to give them a shot and ends up really liking them.

Being reserved, he doesn’t openly gush about you, but he recommends the series to close people like Kakyoin (if the latter doesn’t know about it already).

While he isn’t really the type who collects large merchandise, such as posters or t-shirts, he will silently support you by buying a couple of small things like buttons or bookmarks.

While he browses anime stores, Star Platinum immediately rushes over to the stall for your series, much to Joot’s embarrassment.

He will stay up all night reading a chapter or watching an episode when the plot gets juicy. Who needs sleep anyway?

He will shed tears if anything really bad happens to you but only in the confines of his room where nobody can witness it.

Even if he has never told Holly she knows of his love for you and your series and will buy him merch of you on his birthday 🥹❤️

Regardless of how interesting the story may be to him, the main reason he invests in it is you. He just wants his husbando/waifu fictional bestie to succeed.

Noriaki Kakyoin

He’s a big nerd, so he’d have read and watched your series regardless of its popularity.

Before he met the rest of the SDC he didn’t have people to gush to aside from Hierophant and his family, but after having met his friends he would occasionally bring your series up in conversation, especially to Jotaro.

While he doesn’t openly rave about it, his eyes light up and he’s more animated that usual which makes the others interested in your show too and it’s just so cute— 🥹❤️

He most likely brought one of the mangas with him on the trip too and showed the others some cool panels.

He also recommends that they check the series out for themselves and tells them that they would love it.

I could totally see him having a blog where he talks about his interests and comes up with detailed theories. There are endless posts about the symbolism behind your series, which have garnered him a pretty large following. He has a picture of you as his icon.

Would write fanfics of you and they’re really well written too. He gets your character just right. 😤👌🏻

He’s got lots of merch, including posters, shirts, keychains, and even cosplay of you (yes, even if you’re a girl, and yes, he rocks the fit).

He puts his art skills to good use by making gorgeous fanart of you and sells some at conventions.

He sometimes thinks about what you’d be like in real life, how you’d look, and what it would be like to meet you.

Like Jotaro, he will stay up all night watching your show. You can’t tell me he hasn’t finished a whole season in just one night.

He has memorized all of your most iconic quotes and has integrated them into his daily vocabulary.

If we’re talking modern AU, he 100% makes tiktok edits, icons, and memes of you and follows fellow fans on social media.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

He had most likely never even heard of anime until meeting Jotaro and Kakyoin. The latter introduced him to your series and he was already hooked. Mostly because of you.

While he’s more into the classic super hero genre of fiction, if your series is something different it doesn’t really matter to him because you’re the MC and he loves you.

Unlike the tamer Jotaro and Kakyoin, Polnareff has no filter when gushing over you. He will endlessly rant about how amazing, attractive, and incredibly cool you are. The others roll their eyes albeit fondly.

He’s extremely excited when he finds out that he can buy merch of you. Expect him to start saving up for a lot of stuff.

Imagine seeing a large, muscular man walking down the street with chibi (Name) earrings. We’re living for it.

While he may not be the best artist, he does try to redraw some cool panels of you from the manga.

He updates the others about where he is in the series and what his opinions are of new content.

While watching the show, he loudly cheers you on when you do something cool.

Like Jotaro, he will totally cry if something bad happens to you in the show but he will fearlessly do it in front of the others. They all comfort him in their respective ways because they’re good friends.

He doesn’t care if the story is fictional. He holds grudges against characters who hurt you and absolutely loves your friends.

Like Kakyoin he imagines meeting you in real life, but his daydreams are more romantic in nature.

Since your series is his first ever anime/manga, he’s enthusiastic about trying out other series, though yours will always be his fave ❤️

Muhammad Avdol

He’s a very well read person who has traveled the world, so he would know what anime is.

While he may not be a “fan”, he appreciates the art and can be found occasionally browsing through manga to pass time. However at some point he finds your series and eventually grows attached to you.

He’s a calm person, so you won’t hear him openly gush about you, but anyone who catches him reading or watching your series will see a smile on his face.

He will openly praise the creator of the story for how well they had written you and recommended this series to anyone who may ask.

He will occasionally discuss the story with Kakyoin and they’d theorize about it.

While he isn’t an avid merch collector, he does have a few trinkets here and there consisting of keychains, stamps, buttons, and the like. Most of them are (Name) themed.

He prefers reading to watching the series, but won’t hesitate to pop in a cassette if he doesn’t have the manga with him.

Ok hear me out about this one,,, he will probably read a couple of fanfics about you. Nothing weird, but he likes seeing other peoples interpretations of your character. He leaves really sweet comments too ❤️

Lmao there’s a high chance that he read one of Kakyoin’s fanfics without knowing who wrote it—

Overall a very chill and wholesome fan 💕

Joseph Joestar

He likes reading comics, so he’d most likely stumble upon your series in a comic store during his time in Japan.

He remembers Jotaro mentioning manga in passing, so he’d decide to grab whatever was displayed on one of the stalls at the very front of the store.

What he wasn’t expecting was to get absolutely hooked.

This series is so good??? And the main character is absolutely amazing???

It would be so hard to get his head out of the book. You’d pretty much have to snatch it out of his hands.

He’d totally gush about you to Jotaro, who’d mumble his catchphrase and fiddle with his hat, but he’s secretly somewhat happy that his grandpa likes the series.

He would also gush to the others and pretty much everyone about how awesomely written you are and how your series got him into manga, which is very wholesome 💖

Will get into an argument with anyone who dares insult you because you’re his favorite anime character.

He’s a huge fan of the merch and would by anything under the sun as long as you’re on it. Yes, he even has (Name) themed socks that he wears with pride.

He will haggle for expensive stuff.

He has a little keychain of you dangling from his rear view mirror.

He doesn't mind reading the manga or watching the anime, he loves it.

He has cassettes that consist of your most iconic moments; basically retro versions of "(Series Title): (Name) Moments!" Youtube videos.

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saja-star · 5 months

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I had a conversation with my mom recently. She said that once you die, the people who knew you remember you, and they tell stories about you to the next generation. But that second generation will probably not pass those stories on unless they were really remarkable. So most people are gone two generations after their death.

I'm a linguist. The things I study encompass hundreds to millions of human lives. But there is no one great person who can be credited with their invention. The common fun facts about how many words Shakespeare invented are bullshit. If Shakespeare just made up the word "dawn," how would his audience have understood it? Shakespeare was at best the first to write down words that people on the street were already saying. Another common misconception: dictionary makers don't decide new words; they study people's communication to find out what words the public is already using. Educated and influential individuals are always riding on the coattails of collectives.

It's the same reason I love fiber arts. No one invented knitting or sewing or spinning, not as we know them today. Some prehistoric human was probably the first to attach a fiber to a sharp object in a way we could technically call a needle, but sewing encompasses hundreds of techniques, each of which is the product of hundreds of little innovations by thousands and thousands of people over generations. This is true of many daily objects. I heard a story about how soap was invented when people at a particular temple noticed plant ashes and animal fats from sacrifices mixing together, and I knew it was a fairytale not because it was implausible, but because it attributed soap to a single specific place and time.

Anyway, I think this is what is left of us when we die: a kind of psychic DNA that persists in the mental gene pool of our culture. But if your name is the only part of you you value, then yeah. I guess we're gone after two generations.

#sorry i dont know whats gotten into me today i am weirdly reflective #fiber arts #history #linguistics #sewing

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thewritetofreespeech · 11 months

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May I request Yuuji and Gojo with an s/o that has a animal-shifter cursed technique?

Yuji + Gojo - s/o with animal shifting cursed technique

Yuji Itadori

“So can you turn into any animal?”

“Within reason.” [Y/N] replied as they answered Yuji’s 30th question about their ability. Ever since finding out that they had a shapeshifting curse technique to turn into animals, he’d been completely fascinated by it. It was all their conversations consisted of recently. “I can’t turn into like…mythical animals. Or extinct ones. Have to have seen the animal in real life to duplicate its appearance.”

“So you could turn into a tiger?!” He asked excitedly, which made them giggle.

“Yeah. Tiger ‘s not hard.”

“Or a bird?!”

“Yes, but they’re a little harder to maneuver with the whole flying thing.”

“Could you turn into a dog?”

The two of you stopped walking and looked over at Yuji. His eyes getting a little ‘puppy dog’ as well as he looked at [Y/N]. His fondness for dogs well established.

“So you think I’m a bitch then?” Yuji’s face broke out in alarm, and he was clearly going to defend himself and apologize, but they just laughed and immediately shifted into an Inu. Barking up at Yuji to let him know it was ok.

“That’s so cool!” He knelt down and immediately began to pet their ears. Already forgetting that they were a person and his s/o. “I didn’t think your fur would be so normal. I thought it would feel kind of like that fake fur they put on stuffed animals.”

[Y/N] bark and shifted back. “It’s why the ‘in person’ experience is important. Replicating from books or concepts won’t yield they same results.”

“Can you turn into a Husky??”

“I’m not changing into different dogs and animals all day for your amusement Yuji.”

“Pleeeeassseee.”

[Y/N] sighed. Why did they have to be in love with someone so earnest and adorable. “Fine. But this is the last one.” They insisted before turning into a dog again to play with Yuji.

Gojo Satoru

He’d chosen to stay off campus this evening and go back home to his apartment. Gojo usually stayed at Tokyo Tech these days, given the situation of events and the fact that he didn’t trust the Old Men to keep their word. They might try to kill Yuji in his sleep if he wasn’t around.

But, Yuji was out of town on a mission with Megumi and Nobara, so he was safe for the evening. From the higher ups, not necessarily Nobara. So he decided to take some time for himself and go home to relax and be unbothered for a while.

Gojo was reading in bed when he heard a tap at his window. Strange, since he was more their 14 stories up. He looked over to see a crow out on the railing, who squawked, turned its head, then banged on the glass again. Gojo smirked before saving his place in his book and got up to open the window.

“You could have just used the elevator, you know?”

Leaning against the railing with his chin in his hand as he watched [Y/N] shift out of their crow form and into their true, beautiful, human form. “What’s the fun in that?”

He grinned again and walked back into his bedroom, hearing [Y/N] follow him. “I take it Germany went well.”

“Enough,” They replied with what he assumed as a shrug. “I just flew in.”

“Literally?” Gojo asked, now in the kitchen, and getting them a bottle of water.

“Ha ha. No. That was from the airport to get out of there faster. And to see you.”

“Awww. You missed me.”

[Y/N] smirked and sat their drink down. Wrapping their arms around Gojo’s neck next. “Terribly.”

He smirked before giving them a kiss. “You smell like chicken.” He let out a little ‘ow!’ when they pinched him in the rib. Apparently not finding his bird jokes funny.

“I’m gonna go shower, then we can go to bed.”

“You’re staying here?”

“You want me to go?” They asked over their shoulder as they made their way to the bathroom.

“Of course not. I just thought you’d fly the coop again now that you’d seen me.”

He threw up his Infinity this time when they threw their water bottle at him, then rolled on the floor. Yeah, that was enough bird jokes for the evening.

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roses-dreams-andthorns · 1 year

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can i get the first years with a reader who can understand animals and uses them to get dirt on other students? thank you!!

I like this concept! Also hi person that's in my discord server. :> ★彡["ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀ."]彡★

First Years x Reader who can understand animals Reader is implied to be Yuu/Ramshackle Prefect/magicless.

"Have you guys heard? Apparently Vil's been getting pissed and Neige's existence again." you said randomly, in the midst of conversation. Today you were hanging out with your first year friends, and talking about random things, when a little birdie came up to you, and told you about some of nature's gossip. You decided to share it with your friends.

"Where'd you hear that, prefect?" Deuce asked you, tilting his head in confusion.

"A little birdie told me. Not figuratively, literally." you smiled, pointing at the little bird that was on your shoulder, the bird then started saying things, which, to the rest of the first years, sounded like just a bunch of chirps and tweets, but to you... "Also! Get this, human!" The birdie said, "Apparently..." The bird started whispering some more gossip about some other students in the school, some you know, some you don't. Then, you told your friends all of what the bird told you. "The bird seriously told you all that?" Epel asked, kind of shocked that you understood animals so well. "I never thought birds would be the type to gossip." The bird then gave Epel a dirty look, crossing its wings like how a human would cross their arms.

Ace

Ace was quite shocked when he found out you could understand animals so well like that... That means you get all the dirt he doesn't! No wonder you're so... in the know about things, even if you weren't even around to see it! He feels jealous... He wants the spicy gossip too! Don't leave him out on the fun! But his jealousy aside, he wants you to teach him how to understand animals, so he can hear the animals spill the tea too. You also kind of remind him of the many princesses, who were the enemies of the great seven in their stories, and how they could talk to and understand animals... maybe you are a Disney princess.

Deuce

He was confused when you first said "A little birdie told me, not figuratively, literally.". He didn't know you could understand animals so well, he's pretty impressed... teach him already! He isn't exactly interested in learning how to understand animals for the gossip, he's more in it for... well... getting better grades. Animals are intelligent, right? Surely they'll know the answers to todays homework! Or at least be able to help him in some way... and it would also be useful in animal linguistics class, considering you have to study animal language in that class, he could just ask the animals for the answer to anything! Or is that cheating? Oh well..

Epel

He's more than impressed here. He never knew you could so easily understand them animals like that... not to mention how much gossip a single bird can have! He saw birds as innocent, kind little creatures, not tea spillers! But not that he's complaining, he loves hearing gossip, he just... didn't expect a bird to go around telling you about people's shenanigans, how someone got in trouble or expelled, or some people's love lives, or dramatic breakups that ended worse than his happiness did when he didn't get into Savanaclaw and ended up in Pomefiore with Vil of all people. He wants to learn it for Ace and Deuce's reasons. It's useful, and he wants to be all in the know about all the tea.

Jack

He can understand animals too, so he isn't really surprised. But only certain animals, like fellow wolves. But you seem to be able to understand all animals, considering you seem to be able to speak bird very well, and he's seen you talk to these huge predators sometimes, which scared the crap out of him the first time you approached a bear like it wasn't a scary beast that could very easily bite your face off, and just started speaking whatever language bears speak, and then somehow just ended up giving the bear therapy? You take being the therapist friend to the extreme... You're practically having a normal human conversation with the bird on your shoulder, which no one can decipher right now. the bird chirps a few times, you chirp back. You're fluent in the language of "Tweet tweet chirp chirp", I guess.

Sebek

Bro's flabbergasted. How? He can probably understand certain types of animals too, like Jack, considering his lineage, but birds? what in WAKA SAMA's name?? How is it so easy to you? Aren't you magicless? He swore he thought that only people with magic could speak to animals for a moment, but you proved him wrong, it seems. You also seem pretty fluent in crocodile. One time you approached one randomly and started talking to it in crocodile language, which he slightly understood, but didn't hear the whole conversation. Something about the best flavors of meat and the best way to cook it? You and that crocodile talked about that for upwards of 60 minutes, and now here you are, having a full conversation with a tiny song bird on your shoulder... goodness, you are a strange human...

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everestica · 8 months

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♕PM!Dazai x Fem!Reader: Too Late♕

♕ - Reader is described as Female, and Is Mori's assistant, Mori is only mentioned a couple times and there is a convo between Mori and Dazai (Elise is mentioned but nothing more then that). Dazai is a little creepy in this depending on how you interpret it (Following/Stalking Reader) A little bit of Angst at the end, and there will possibly be a part two if requested for!

Dazai had always been by Mori’s side, at least as long as he could remember, but it was bound that he would find somebody to help him with easier stuff that Dazai never wanted to do, coffee runs, picking up medication, paperwork, etc. What he wasn’t expecting though was this smaller girl to be sitting next to him doing the paperwork as he was coloring with Elise instead, while it had confused the bandaged brunette he decided not to say anything. It had been like this for months and he would come in everyday and see the girl once again, doing some sort of work while Mori was either hanging out with Elise or not even there some days. So he finally decided to ask about it one day. The day that (Name) was out doing another medicine pickup run he walked in and started to question about her.

Dazai: So. Who’s that girl you normally have in here?

Mori: Oh (Name)? She’s my new assistant, well not new at this point.

Dazai: Why is she even here? You don’t need somebody like that.

Mori: Well I make her do all the things that you don’t wanna do, you know the “boring stuff” as you call it.

Dazai responds with silence as the girl comes back into the room, holding a small paper bag. She quickly walks past Dazai and sets the bag down near one of the shelves full of antibiotics, after she finishes putting it on the desk walks back out of the room before anybody can ask her anything. Of course out of curiosity Dazai follows her, wondering about what she does when she’s not with the boss, which isn’t too often.

Again, months go by and Dazai continues to follow her after work, he soon finds out a lot, she’s poor, like dirt poor, probably why she works for the Port Mafia, especially a young age, finds actually how “sickeningly” sweet she is, definitely not a good fit for the Port Mafia, he tries to convince himself. Though there is one thing he can’t seem to get off his mind, the way that you still, even being dirt poor, have the heart of an angel. Making sure other people still eat, animals make it back to their family, risking even getting killed when helping other people who are much stronger than her in bad parts of town. He can’t seem to convince himself that he’s not in love.

That’s right and it was crazy when some of his subordinates heard him complaining about it,

The Dazai Osamu, Youngest Port Mafia Executive, and Demon Prodigy, in love with some random girl who is just Mori’s helper.

It seemed weird to say out loud, sighing he decides that it’s no help just following you around and trying to figure something out about her, he has to actually take his chance before anybody else can, or worse. It does take a lot of time and consideration before he can actually even start a conversation with her, not only because you never know where she’s gonna be at a certain time but also, he has to plan this before he can just walk in.

Too bad the day that he was going to say something, another one of their new people, Chuuya Nakahara, Former King Of The Sheep, Beat him to it.

♛- Please if you are going to repost any of my works anywhere else, ask permission first! There will be almost a 100% chance that I will say yes as long as you just ask and give credit! Thank you for your understanding!

#Bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #port mafia dazai #PM!Dazai

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lambcow · 4 months

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My Plan for the Upcoming Twilight TV Show so that it's actually Good

I heard recently that they're doing a Twilight TV show. The rights are out there at the very least. Who knows when it will happen and what network will produce it where, but it's going to happen.

But here's my thing - they're going to do it wrong if they do it the way I think they will, which is anything like the timeline of the Books/Movies. As a hardcore Twilight fan (yes I'll admit it, I spent a long time in fandom as a preteen, okay? It was my first online fandom and the first fanfiction that I wrote) I have Opinions(TM) about how to make the show in a way that would make it interesting. Stephanie Meyer had interesting ideas and I stand by this! There's a lot of untapped potential in the series and I think if they did it right it could be a really, really cool show! But there's not much going on if we just rehash the same events of the books over again at an episodic level.

No.

I present to you, not the TV show "Twilight", but the TV show "Cullens", which starts off with Carlisle Cullen as he has come to America when he finally starts to build his Coven.

This is NOT the story of whiny Bella Swan and her falling in love with Edward and becoming a vampire over 4 books or 5 movies, but rather the story of a man who has already spent over two centuries as a vampire, struggling because of his love for humanity as he finds purpose and meaning as he builds his family. We follow his story as he collects his coven.

We truly open on the show when Carlisle finds Edward dying of Spanish Influenza and decides to turn him for humanity's sake because he would die and because he as a man is lonely and this boy is so young, only 17, and Edward's mother begs him to do whatever he can to save her son and who knows, maybe Carlisle's been watching him and he sees him like a son already too. Maybe we get flashbacks to Carlisle with the Volturi for those 20 years he stayed with them in Italy back in the early 1700s, who knows. The fact of the matter is, that Carlisle is a doctor at the hospital where Edward is, and for whatever reason that we as an audience are compelled to understand in this first and important episode is Carlisle is finally done being alone and craves family and Edward resembles that for whatever reason, so Carlisle gives in and turns him. The next several episodes are an arc about their relationship as we deal with newborn Edward. We know how hard it is to adjust to being newly turned. After he calms down, Edward then has to confront his mortality and that of his family, we see him start to remember his family and confront those memories. More flashbacks to the Volturi as Carlisle explains what being a vampire is to Edward etc.

We follow the pair then as they travel around with the cover story that Edward is Carlisle's nephew. It's three years later when Esme enters the picture. What we know already is she attempted suicide and Carlisle turned her to save her - and that they have history since Carlisle treated her for a broken leg some ten years prior when she was 16 years old. Fast forward to now and she's gone through an abusive marriage where she ran away from her husband several times, most recently after getting pregnant, and has just lost her baby due to a lung fever. At her wit's end with all of it, Carlisle finds her after she jumps off a cliff attempting to end her life. They end up falling in love and getting married after she is turned. That's several episodes I'm sure. GREAT ARC. But Esme struggles with blood lust, which is a great transition into the conversation for what happens just a few years later with Edward...

We can tie more vampire politics into the show (especially the Volturi into it) when Edward goes through his Ripper phase when he decides he doesn't want to drink animal blood like Carlisle teaches him. The two fight but what can Carlisle do? Maybe there are other vamps around as well to cause extra drama. Who knows? It is a TV show, after all. He goes off on his own and that's a whole plot. I'm sure the network could find some interesting ways to make this dramatic for a few episodes and keep enough plot points alive. Add in some new OC's and side characters. Remember the Denali clan? When do they start being formed? There's not a lot of context on them, just that they're close with The Cullen's. Maybe we get some of their story and interaction here. Maybe Sasha (the original leader who was killed by the Volturi for creating an immortal child) reaches out to Carlisle at some point near the beginning and this is when they all become vegetarian vampires together before the whole Denali clan is formed too.

Fast forward to when that arc is resolved. Edward is back with Carlisle and Esme and the peace is back. Now, we get Rosalie... Now, the thing with Carlisle, is he doesn't turn people just to turn people. He's very moralistic. We learn that all the time about his character. I'm sure our little trio has traveled on from Chicago and is in New York where they encounter Rosalie Hale who was assaulted nearly to death by her husband and all his buddies. Carlisle is somewhat of a matchmaker here and hopes Rosalie and Edward can keep each other company for their immortal lives... it makes me wonder what episode and background we can throw into the show here. Did Carlisle know this girl in any other capacity? Why are his dad senses tingling about Rosalie anyway? That's gotta be an arc.

Anyway, turns out Rosalie is not only not interested in Edward, but she's only really interested in staying with the Cullens because being alone forever would get lonely, so she stays with them... but that's after her revenge arc because Rosalie Hale is a certified Bad Ass. She goes after her Fiance and all his Dude Bros and takes them all out, and I can just imagine her executing this flawlessly as a vamp. I do wonder if Edward reads her mind about her plans and asks if he can help her, though. Eventually, she gives in and it's Sibling Bonding(TM) at its finest. It's this bonding that convinces Rosalie to stay with the Cullens after all, and that's that.

Next, we get Emmett. Now, this is a fun one! Because we get Emmett who starts pining over the gorgeous Rosalie Hale when they move to this new place. I'm not sure it says where they are, but I digress. Do we have a bit of the Bella/Edward vibes here? Are there warnings of "don't let the human close"? Is this around the time when we've just had the Denali arc and are reminded of the human child being killed? Is Carlisle having flashbacks? What is the drama? Make it interesting, TV people! Is Edward mad that Rosalie is flirting back? Is it harmless? Who. Knows. -- But then, it doesn't matter because Emmett is getting mauled by a bear in the woods and... wait, why is Rosalie even there? Why does she even find him? Hmmm, seems like she's following him around protectively ;) well- whatever the reason and drama, Emmett is near dead and she saves him and brings him to Carlisle to be turned. The reactions of the coven... the reactions of the town, of his family, of his friends, the drama. Make it interesting, once again, people! This is TV gold! It's cliches and everything you want for TV, c'mon! And then, of course, since they were already practically in love already, they really can be together, but now they have to leave because Emmett is supposedly dead and the Cullens are complicit in that for some reason too perhaps. So they get out of dodge and where do they go now?

If you guessed Forks, Washington, you're right. It's the first time and it's time to get into the legends and deal with The Wolves(TM). It's all about the Quiluetes and it's time to make a treaty with The Pack(TM). Ephraim Black is Jacob's great-grandfather and the leader of the tribe. Whoooa boy. I can think of sooooo much they can do with this,. And just how long do the Cullens stay in Forks the first time around? It's a whole arc. Maybe it's a season. We get some good wolf content. We get some pack dynamics. It's great. We get some beef between Rosalie and the wolves maybe, because there's obvious dislike between her and the wolves later and it's gotta be for a reason more than just their smell, I know it. So, several episodes there. Maybe even some fighting. I know it ends with a treaty, but that's not easily won. Maybe it's Rosalie they found first and one of the wolves attacked her before they were able to make talks for peace. Yeah. I can see this season being really fun.

So, after all that goes down, maybe there's something with the Volturi? Something with the Denali? They do end up staying with the Denali Coven for a time. Maybe they go somewhere else for a little while after they've overstayed their welcome in Forks. Sometime around the 1940s they leave. During the 1950s Jasper and Alice wander upon them and at this point, I fully believe we would get a several-episode arc of Jasper's origin story with the Civil War and the Newborn Army - but they've gotta make it interesting somehow, so there's gotta be a parallel conflict in the timeline that makes it relevant, like I keep saying, make it interesting. Who knows where the Cullens are living right now at this point, but there's crazy everywhere and they're vampires they're practically magnates for danger and chaos. Make something up. Family drama, vampire drama, whatever you need. Where are more of those OCs. And don't forget! We have all the covens and vampires from the battle in Breaking Dawn that we can draw on at ANY point in the show for extra vampires to make any of this interesting as well! Make. It. Make. Sense. How does Carlisle know everyone all the time??? Add spice, add interest, and make the Cullens well-connected in a way that makes sense!

Once we get through Jasper's origin story, we get how he and Alice met, which of course is that Alice saw him in a vision. Alice is such a fun character.

And what do they do in the interim 60 years until Bella? Um, not really sure, but we can find some filler or we can time skip. Not like we haven't been doing that anyway. I also have this vague idea that the whole first few seasons are vaguely a la How I Met Your Mother where they're always telling the story to Bella or Renesmee or someone anyway -- oooh telling the story to Ren would be cute actually... that has potential. Grandpa Cullen telling his granddaughter about how all the family got together. That's adorable, whether you like Renesmee as a character or not. Tell me I'm wrong... Anyway, so then maybe it's like, "So what about mom?" or something and we jump to the actual plot of the Twilight books.

But we don't just get the Twilight books, we get the full in-depth. We get the shifters in La Push full with Emily and Sam and Quil, Embry and Jake, and Paul and all the bois, we get the whole story from Bree Tanner on the side as that develops. We get random check-ins with the Denali clan, because that's relevant! We get Edward's perspective on things as well when he meets Bella and how he runs away to the Denali clan because he's dead lusting for her blood! We get complex feelings and all the arguments about it! We get Rosalie and Edward fighting because isn't she being hypocritical about Bella?

We get the Volturi and more drama from the throne room as they learn about the Cullens and their drama just like we have been following Volturi drama on and off all series long. We know the personalities of Caius and Marcus and their dynamic with Aro. We've already heard the origin story of Jane and Alec and we know how brutal the terror twins are. We get the Volturi women Sulpicia, Athenedora, Chelsea, Heidi, and Renata. Don't even get me started on Demitri and Felix and my headcanon of their epic friendship. So, yeah, Volturi stuff.

All of it comes to a head at the final battle in Breaking Dawn just like we know but with so much more meaning than ever before because of the rich history we have from seasons upon seasons of "The Cullens" or "Cullen" or whatever you end up calling this show. It's amazing, it's beautiful, we've laughed, we've cried, we've become a family over and over again and Carlisle has a family and this is his family and he is happy.

Will they make it like this? Probably freaking not, but this is my one request to the universe. Don't make a "Twilight" TV show. Make a "Cullen" TV show.

Please.

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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A/N: a little something based on this.

Warnings: none

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“Daddy! Daddy!!” Matty smiled to himself as he heard the animated voice of his toddler, an indication that his day was off to a real start now. He listened to her thundering footsteps rushing down the stairs, relishing in how much joy that simple sound brought him. He knew that whatever she was going to do or say next was going to be full of passion, as always.

He was right. She slammed her entire body into him, hugging his leg as far up and as tightly as her little body would let her.

Matty let go of the pan handle, dropping down to give her a kiss. “Mornin’ baby.”

She took advantage of the opportunity that Matty’s squat provided her to kiss her baby sister’s head. “Good morning.” She said in a soft voice. She was always so gentle with the baby.

Matty practically felt his heart melt at the gesture. “You’re such a good big sister, you know that?” He gushed as he stood up and returned his attention to the stove.

“Where’s your shirt?” She frowned at him, pointing at his nearly bare chest.

“Don’t need one. Wearin’ your sister.” He grinned, referring to the baby wrap he’d placed his youngest in so he could move around the kitchen and keep her on him. She didn’t seem to find that logic convincing.

“Breakfast’s almost ready. Why don’t you go sit at the table, hmm? I’ll bring you your plate.”

Completely ignoring him, she kept her attention on his body instead. “Daddy, can I ask you something?” She sounded so serious, making Matty wonder what this was about.

“Of course, honey.”

“What’s that horse on your arm?” Matty shook his head. He knew exactly where this conversation was going. They’d had it a thousand times before. “It’s…a logo. Do you know what a football club is?”

She shook her head.

“Okay, so you know how daddy likes Newcastle United?”

She was clearly already losing interest in this line of questioning, so she decided to stop beating around the bush and go straight for it. “Can I get a horse tattoo like that?”

Matty turned around and looked her straight in the eye, failing to hide the smile on his face. “We’ve talked about this! Go sit at the table. C’mon.”

“I thought maybe you forgot…” she grumbled, defeated, as she walked towards the kitchen table and hopped on her designated chair.

“When you are a hundred years old, you can do whatever you want with your body.” He spoke with a completely straight face, scooping some eggs onto her plate.

She groaned loudly. “But that’s gonna take so long!!!”

“I know…sorry, honey.” He shrugged. “Juice?”

“How old are you now?”

Matty was caught off guard for a moment, but he admired her resilience. Or, as his wife would he inclined to put it, ‘stubbornness’ which, they bother agreed, the kids get from him. “A hundred and fifty years old .” He lied.

The adorable, blank stare on her face almost killed him. She attempted to wrap her mind around the number he’d given her, looking down at her fingers and starting to count. “Well…how- how old were you when you got the horse tattoo?” She fired back at him with a new question.

Matty was grateful that she had a limited concept of age, otherwise she might actually have an argument here. “I was…a hundred and ten, I think.” He bluffed again.

That seemed to finally quiet her. She took a sip of her juice as soon as Matty offered it to her.

“Morning, my love.” Matty noticed his eldest slowly appear in the kitchen doorway, he greeted her, even though she was clearly not listening, her attention focused on the screen in her hands as her thumbs moved bafflingly quick, typing something to send to someone.

“Did you know that daddy is a hundred and fifty years old?” His toddler announced to her sister, surprised at the words even as she said them out loud.

“He’s lying to you.” The teen simply quipped.

“Bro!” Matty shot her a look.

“What? You’re the one who always says not to condescend or talk down to kids.” She sat down at the kitchen table, finally looking up from her phone.

“I know…but she wants to get a tattoo.” Matty scratched the back of his head. Shrugging helplessly.

“Hmm…wonder where she got that idea.” She deadpanned

He rolled his eyes.

“What’s that smell?” He watched his eldest frown and look over at the contents of the pan on the stove.

“Oh, I made eggs!” He brimmed with pride at the announcement. “Here try them.” He brought a forkful over to the table and handed it to her.

“I want pancakes.”

“How about a ‘thank you dad. You didn’t have to. we appreciate you?’”

“No, I just think…with pancakes there’s less of a chance for food poisoning.”

Matty’s eyes shot open, his jaw dropping in pretend-hurt.

“What? It’s pancake mix and water, pretty difficult to ruin. I’m just saving up a trip to the hospital.”

“I will have you know, I’ve tried the eggs! They’re pretty fuckin amazing…if I do say so myself!” He offered her the fork again.

She frowned at him, finally taking a bite. “What did mum say about swearing in front of the young ones.”

“Oh right. Welll…this one can’t talk yet, bless her.” He kissed the head of the infant strapped to his chest. “And this one…well…if you promise not to tell mommy that daddy said an adult word, I’ll give you chocolate later.”

His toddler set down her fork dramatically, crossing her hands over her chest and pretending to think.

“Oh god, here we go…” Matty braced himself.

“For this one…” she took a deep breath. “It’s gonna take more than chocolate, I’m afraid.” She raised an eyebrow, eying him carefully. She also got that knack for negotiation from him.

Matty giggled, secretly swelling with pride. “Well, alright then, let’s hear it. What’s it gonna take to buy your silence?”

“Toys. Lots of them.” She smiled, pleased with herself.

“You get one toy. And you promise not to tell mommy.”

“I get three toys!”

“You get two. Final offer, take it or leave it. Two toys, and mommy never finds out…” he extended his hand out for her to shake.

“Okay!” She took his hand, shaking it firmly and giggling when he made a shocked face and told her she had a strong grip.

He looked at his eldest, “she’s gonna be a lawyer one day, you know…”

“Your mistake was assuming she’d be the one to tell on you.” She gave him a mischievous look.

Matty hid his face in his hands. “Fuckin hell. I’m surrounded by fierce, intelligent women in this house…I’ll never win.”

When he peeled his palms away from his face, he saw that they were both looking at him knowingly and realized that he’d already said another adult word.

Her panicked, throwing his hands up in the air, “Okay, fine, you get three toys, alright? Not a word of this to your mother! Now eat your eggs before they get cold.” Looking at his eldest, “pancakes coming right up!” He pushed himself off the chair, waking over to the other side of the kitchen and lending the fussing infant on his chest, his pinky finger to play with.

“No, no, your eggs were genuinely good. I’ll just eat those.”

“Nah…What can I say? What my girl wants, my girl gets.”

“You’re being nice to me…it’s lame,stop it.”

Matty burst into laughter, “I’m always nice to you!”

He heard the sound of distant footsteps approaching as he pulled the pancake mix out of the pantry, turning around, a smile instantly formed on his face when he spotted the love of his life lovingly watching her two daughters whispered to each other at the table.

“Hello, my love.” He dropped everything instantly, rushing over to her to kiss her.

The kids made gagging noises and wasted no time in mocking their parents. “That’s so gross. Old people love.”

Matty was on the verge of taking issue with the term “old” when his eldest interrupted.

“Hey, mom? Dad said ‘fuck twice’ at the breakfast table.” She announced as soon as her mother took a seat at the table.

Matty gasped in shock, “mate! I thought we had a deal!”

“Your deal was with her.” She pointed to her younger sister. “I never promised you anything.”

He smiled, once again, outsmarted by his own kid.

“Well played, darlin’…well played.” then, turning to his wife, “it was a genuine accident! You know how I get…”

She shook her head. “You get a pass this time. Only cuz you look, so…umm, handsome without your shirt on.” She was clearly flustered, her eyes scanning his torso.

Instantly and I’m unison, the kid’s gagging noises resumed.

She laughed and chastised them. “One day, when you’re way older and married to a beautiful person like your dad, you’ll understand.”

Matty blushed, looking away and returning to his pancakes. He flipped a piece. “With chocolate chips or without?” Interrupting the semantic debate about whether or not dad was, in fact, beautiful.

“With please!” His teenager requested, sweetly.

“Pancakes or eggs, my love?” He asked his wife this time.

“I’ll just have a bite of what you’re having. Not too hungry right now…what’s with the baby wrap, by the way? Even I don’t know how to tie this style.”

“Oh….she woke up in the middle of the night, and I couldn’t sleep after I got her down. I was bored. I got on YouTube…” he confessed sheepishly. “it’s really easy, actually! I can show you later.”

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h8ani · 10 months

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Truth or Dare

Pairing: Shikamaru Nara x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Word Count: 797

Warnings: no warnings, fem!reader

Prompt: Our friends decided to play truth or dare and ask who was the best I’ve ever had. I can’t bare to look at the smug look on your face when I get too embarrassed to answer - Ex AU

Pt 2

“Let’s play a game!” Your friend Ino yelled out to the small party she hosted. Everyone around stopped what they were previously doing, and slowly started to sit around the floor and furniture in a circle. Ino had a way of always getting what she wanted and if she wanted to play a game then goddamnit a game is what she would get.

“I swear if we’re playing clue again-” Sakura started, crossing her arms and sending Naruto a glare for the last game of clue they played together in which he just scratches the back of his head and chuckles.

“We’re playing truth or dare.” Ino says. “I’ll start and then whoever I choose will choose the next person.” Everyone around nods agreeing to how to start the game and you couldn’t help but have your attention anywhere but on the game hoping not to get picked. “Sakura, truth or dare.”

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Some time has passed and you couldn’t help but get distracted from the game. Everyone laughing from the dares that were being given, mostly by Kiba and Naruto as they want everyone to do the most ridiculous thing imaginable. The girls are all saying truth, which the girls in the group are best at asking, it’s a safe answer but everyone being nosy a truth can be a dangerous choice as well. You were torn from your thoughts once you heard your name being called out.

“(Y/N)!” Tenten called. You turn wide eyed and see most of the group staring.

“Huh, what?”

“Truth or dare?” She says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. You think for a moment, not sure of what she’s thinking to ask or what she’d make you do. On one hand she can make you say something embarrassing that you’ve always kept a secret but on the other hand she could make you do something like kiss someone. Knowing Tenten it’s a 50/50 on what would come out of her mouth.

“Truth.” You answer, you’d rather be safe than sorry and having her make you do something embarrassing in front of everyone.

“Who’s the best you’ve had in bed?”

“Dare. I said dare.” You immediately say after which causes everyone to erupt in laughter. Well, everyone but one person. Your ex stares across from you, his chuckle being drowned out by the chaos Tenten’s question caused.

You’ve been ignoring him expertly the entire party. Staying away, always having at least three of your mutual friends in-between you two and never being caught in a conversation that needs the both of your inputs. You were able to ignore him, but feeling his gaze on you was something you couldn’t help but notice. You glance at your ex boyfriend, a smirk prominent on his face.

Shikamaru Naru. Even his name pisses you off. If you could forbid the letters in his name to be used you would. You tried, it didn’t work. Too many vowels in his god damn name, but that’s besides the point. Shikamaru Nara was once someone you cared about, someone you loved, someone you wanted a future with, but now he’s just someone you want to smother with a pillow. His stupid smirk, his stupid laid back attitude, and the stupid yet annoyingly attractive way he’s leaning back against the couch while sitting on the floor. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Well?” Tenten asks once the laughter has died down. “Who was it?”

Everyone’s eyes on you makes you shrink back into yourself. Your face feeling a surge of heat while still avoiding Shikamaru’s eyes. He knows it’s him, you know it’s him, everyone in here probably know it’s him too they’re just being assholes about it to get a good laugh in because it’s not a secret that you and Shikamaru dated, you two dated for quite a while and you haven’t cared to get in another relationship after or deal with any man afterwards.

“You know I can’t really think of anybody that good off the top of my head.” You shrug smiling innocently at Tenten. “Guess there wasn’t anybody memorable.” You ignore the eye roll from Shikamaru and the collective ‘ooos’ from majority of the party. “So is it-”

“I call bullshit.” Shikamaru speaks up making you finally look up at him.

“You call bullshit?”

“I call bullshit, tell the truth.”

“I did.” You deadpan at him. “No one memorable I’ve ever had.”

The silence in the room almost makes you think you’re not surrounded by your friends who are always ten octaves too loud. Shikamaru’s stare was hard, he looked as if he was thinking of a hundred different responses to what you said, but ultimately he never said anything so you decide to continue to game on.

“So Shikamaru, truth or dare?”

#Naruto #Naruto Drabble #Naruto Oneshot #shikamaru #shikamaru nara #shikamaru Drabble #shikamaru Oneshot #shikamaru nara Oneshot #shikamaru nara Drabble #anime #anime Drabble #anime Oneshot #this is ass please don’t come for me #actually come for me I need criticism

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Road To The Kingdom - Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes Film

I remember seeing the trailers for Rise of the Planet of the Apes, shaking my head at yet another remake of a long-ago franchise. In 2011, we were hearing rumors of a new Spider-Man coming to replace Tobey Maguire and now I was looking at Harry, son of the Green Goblin, becoming a scientist and creating a drug to make apes smarter. On the other hand, Andy Serkis was getting a main role, more screen time than Gollum in Lord of the Rings, where I adored him and was eager to see him again. I was going in with some hesitation but decided to just turn my brain off for a summer action movie.

I was surprised with how much I enjoyed Rise. Many fans seem to put this as their least favorite of the reboot trilogy. I can understand why; it doesn't have nearly as much action as Dawn or War and runs at a slower pace. But what it did have was fantastic character building in Caesar, which is needed in this trilogy. I would not be as engaged with these movies if I didn't love Caesar. Seeing him start as a little baby with his human family living a carefree youth, and then grow into a mature ape questioning his place in the world really filled out his character. He could have easily just been a random lab chimp who got smarter but I think the slow-build really fleshes him out. You empathize with him when he protects James Franco's father to the point of biting a neighbor. The human world completely turns on him and Caesar is forced to realize his true nature as an ape.

Andy Serkis is truly allowed to shine in this role. Gollum was fun and had the two different sides to play with but there is such a powerful subtlety to this performance. Though Caesar can sign, it's mostly not translated into subtitles; only in two conversations with Maurice does the audience get a translation. The majority of the film and Caesar's story is carried out entirely through his expressions, gestures, and body language. Look at the tall confident walk he has when directing Rocket to give cookies to the other apes. The heartbreak I felt as Caesar's expression falls when his human family says he can't go home. The wordless fury when Buck the gorilla sacrifices himself on the bridge to bring down the helicopter and save the escaping apes. Even when the story can get bogged down a bit in the constant science explanations, I immediately perk up when the focus switches back to Caesar and can soak in the incredible performance of Andy Serkis.

Rise is much less action filled than its sequel films because it has to cover a lot as set up for the apocalypse to come. That set up is good, but again the science is a lot and can be a bore. However I think the pay off works. The horror of a simple graphic of the Earth, where one line splits and becomes many more, spreading across the planet, was very effective for me. I've heard people who didn't like that the apocalypse that destroys the human race is done in the credits, that it feels more like an afterthought. But for me, I think it was a powerful hook. Halfway through watching the film for the first time, I'd forgotten that this was Rise of the PLANET of the Apes. So I was excited for Caesar and his apes to escape, just happy that they'd gotten their freedom. Then the sick pilot and the spreading sickness animation hit me like a ton of bricks like "Oh shit, I forgot the humans have to die for the ape world to happen!" This probably didn't happen for everyone, especially those familiar with the original movies, but I liked the ending, undercutting the triumph of the apes with the doom of humanity.

Other than Will and his father Charles, the rest of the human cast is mostly forgettable, servicing the story where needed. Tom Felton of Harry Potter fame is a bit fun in his over-the-top hatred of the apes. When he gets to say the iconic "get your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape", my movie theater laughed at how forced the line felt, which I'm sure was not the intention. The weirdness of the line was swallowed up by the excitement of Caesar speaking for the first time and leading the apes out of the shelter, but I still remember the laughter of the audience when rewatching this movie.

Overall, I think it's a great start to the series. Not the most exciting of the films, definitely dragged down by a lot of science exposition and unremarkable human characters, but a good intro to the world, setting up the apocalypse and making you root for a bunch of apes over the humans. You probably could jump directly into Dawn and War if you wanted, just knowing that humanity was wiped out by an illness that made apes smarter and Caesar is the leader, but I think getting to know Caesar makes it worth a watch before the more exciting films.

(Note that this is the only movie in this trilogy that does not have a novelization, likely because it was the first film and they didn't know how well the trilogy would do. It's a shame because I would have loved to read the thoughts of Caesar finding his place among both humans and apes.)

Intro / Next

#rise of the planet of the apes #planet of the apes #pota #kingdom of the planet of the apes #caesar #andy serkis #dawn of the planet of the apes #war for the planet of the apes #war of the planet of the apes #mine #reboot pota #maurice #koba

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Could I please request a Teylan x fem reader? Maybe a Na’vi who is a resistance member. Something where maybe the reader has a hard time sleeping so they seek out Teylan late at night to sit with/for a bit of comfort. I have a hc that Teylan is a night owl (he’s a computer nerd so…). Just pretty much pure fluff ❤️😊

ALONE ;; TEYLAN

summary ;; between both, loneliness is no longer an option.

pairing ;; teylan x fem!na'vi!reader (it's pretty neutral tho)

warnings ;; none!

word of the day ;; le’awtu [lɛ.ˈʔaw.tu] adj. alone, on one’s own, by one’s self; lonely

One, two. One, two.

You remembered your mother's heartbeat the first time you connected, when you realized that Eywa had given you company, the meaning of never being alone. You remembered the warmth of her chest, of her arms that cared for you with patience and love, you could also remember the soft cooing she gave you as she rocked your small and fragile body to get you to sleep.

No one is alone in this world.

The Great Mother always watches over everyone, if for you there is not a na'vi, there is an animal, if there is not, there will be the flora and if there is not nature, the memories around you will continue to accompany you, but there will always be Eywa to give you company, no matter how little you feel it, although everyone feels it, isn't it?

At least that's what you told yourself looking at the ceiling of the place where you slept.

As much as you wanted to sleep and nature outside tried to lull you with the howling of viperwolves, the noises of small insects and even the calm blizzard that crashed against the window of the place, you felt unable to fall asleep. You felt like you were even dazed at these times. Perhaps from the habit of being with the Resistance for so long.

You sat on what was your bed-a simple hammock you had to learn to love-and ran a hand through your hair, throwing your head back. Everyone was asleep, sound asleep. Alexander's snoring could be heard clearly from your spot and that meant he had been sleeping in one of his classic weird poses for quite some time now.

You smiled as you scratched your jaw, getting up and deciding to go to the main hall. A small light and a familiar voice seemed to catch your attention and for someone who had no rest, maybe just a chat before bed would be good.

"…Let's see if you work, little buddy" the hallways led you to that voice you recognized as that of the youngest Sarentu, Teylan. With whom since joining the Resistance you shared several conversations. Even feelings.

You continued taking quiet steps, reaching where the boy was settling a watch on his wrist.

"Still awake?" you spoke, with a smile to which he turned in surprise, lowering his head with an embarrassed chuckle.

"I've been meaning to… fix this watch. Priya told me it had an hologram and I want it to work" he explained, showing it to you. He looked like a kid who had just caught a fish. Proud of his work.

"Do you want to tell me more about it?" he looked at you, unable to believe you asked that question and from his hesitant lips, you noticed he wasn't sure.

"I thought you-our people… weren't interested in these things" you sat down next to him, resting your head against his shoulder. You felt him tense at the sudden physical contact, though he didn't pull away. You guessed he was still trying to get used to it.

"I don't really care about them" you laughed softly. "But if you explain it to me… I can give it a chance" you accommodated a little rebellious hair escaping from under his cap.

His eyes dilated and at your side, his tail began to wag excitedly, flashing you a smile. He quickly tried to explain to you what that watch entailed, showing you the steps involved and that sheet with little drawings that you learned from his words was an 'instruction manual'.

"Billy says that manuals are for fools who don't know how to do things by eye, but I think he's wrong, I mean, how will I know how to build or fix things if I don't know how they're made and how they work first? And I told him it was kind of stupid to think that…when he left the room, but-but I told him" his comments made you smile and you gave a little yawn, hugging him some more.

His warmth was so comforting to you that you considered that maybe hugging him for a few minutes would be enough to sleep like there was no tomorrow.

"Before…" his tone of voice changed, so you looked at him intently, but his smile was still on his face. "When we were with… Mercer. I thought the clan had abandoned us. That we would be alone. But being like this with you… it feels like I never was."

You gave him a big smile and hugged him fully. Teylan had to be careful as he wrapped his arms around you back, laughing softly and carefully setting that watch aside to follow later.

"As long as I'm here, I'll do my best to make sure you never feel like this again" you whispered, affectionately. You settled better in his lap as he went back to his business.

The night wore on, but neither of you felt tired. You were too absorbed in the moment, too absorbed in the simple joy of being together. From time to time Teylan would tell you a little more about the watch, explaining its functions and how it worked. You listened attentively, even if you didn't understand all the technical details. What mattered was the passion in his voice, the light in his eyes.

Earlier the sounds from outside that made you think otherwise only adorned the background of the conversations you were having.

At some point, both ended up lying on the floor, side by side.

The clock was long forgotten, replaced by whispered conversations and shared smiles. You felt his fingers intertwine with yours, and it made your heart swell with affection.

"I'm so happy you're here" Teylan murmured, with his eyes bright.

"Me too" you replied, leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder. "I wouldn't trade this for anything."

As the first lights of dawn began to filter through the windows, your body finally felt the pull of sleep. But it wasn't a heavy, burdened sleep. It was light and peaceful. You felt the tails of both of you intertwine before you fell asleep and you smiled.

No one is alone in this world.

One, two. One, two.

a/n ;; after i post this i will die (im not sure if this was really fluff) ANYWAY, HOPE U LIKE IT 😭😭

#teylan x reader #teylan frontiers of pandora #teylan x you #teylan avatar #avatar x reader #avatar frontiers of pandora #avatar franchise #avatar #afop #frontiers of pandora #teylan x fem reader #teylan x y/n

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sunshinebingo · 1 year

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@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 10 - AU Day

The Neighbour's Cat

I love when we get the Shadows’ input in Azriel’s POVs and for this one, I tried to do that but with Gwyn.

Synopsis: Gwyn finds a cat in her backyard and decides to meet its owner.

Word Count: 1.4k

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"Are you sure you don’t need help unpacking?” Nesta asked for the thousandth time.

“I’m sure Nes,” Gwyn sighed and replied for the thousandth time. “I’m almost done anyways.”

“Wow Gwyn you’re fast.” She has been unpacking since the last box has been dropped that morning. It was now almost evening and she desperately needed a break. And that is why she had called Nesta. Emerie would have also been on the line with them if she wasn’t still at work.

“Well unlike you I don’t have a gorgeous boyfriend to keep me distracted,” Gwyn tried to say it without the slight longing that she felt at the thought. Gwyn was more than happy for Nesta. She felt the same for Emerie who was currently dating Cassian’s cousin. But she couldn’t help but feel a little left out sometimes. Not by her chosen sisters. She could never resent them for having what she did not.

Gwyn felt like whatever mystical being responsible for pairing people had somehow forgotten her. She was fine by her own. But whenever she saw happy couples being in love and acting all cute, she couldn’t help but wonder whether she would be happier with someone else in her life.

‘’Gwyn? You still there?’’ Gwyn realised then that she had been lost in her thoughts and thus completely ignoring Nesta.

‘’Huh? Yeah I’m listening,’’ she blurted out.

‘’What was I saying then?’’ Nesta teased.

‘’Something about Cassian?’’ Gwyn tried. Nesta only laughed and the conversation moved to the planning of the next girls’ night which would be held at Gwyn’s new house. When Nesta hang up, Gwyn was so tired that she did not feel like cooking. She plopped down on the couch and looked for something to order online.

As she debated with herself over sushi and tacos, a little meow from the garden caught her attention. When she heard it again, Gwyn leapt from the couch to investigate. She has always been fond of animals. But, unfortunately, none of her previous apartments allowed her to adopt one. That has been part of the reasons why she had gone for a small house this time. This, and the fact that, after almost a year spent in the middle of the city, Gwyn craved some quiet.

Gwyn heard a rustling sound coming from a bush near the wall that separated her house with her neighbour’s. A fluffy black cat with a pair of bright green eyes walked from under the bush and meowed at her. Gwyn’s heart melted when the cat walked and rubbed itself against her legs as if she hasn’t just moved here this morning. She knelt on the grass to pet the cat and it immediately started purring.

“I didn’t know the house came with a friend,” Gwyn said to him as she scratched his fluffy head. “Hi little guy.”

Forgetting about the food that she had to order, Gwyn spent the next half hour in her new backyard playing with her new friend. When the sun was almost set, she heard the sound of a bike from the neighbour’s side of the wall. A few minutes later she heard voices.

‘’Grumpy,’’ a deep voice called. Gwyn noticed the cat’s ear twitching. ‘’Grumpy, where are you boy?’’ the voice called louder this time. The cat moved his head in the direction of the voice.

‘’Are you Grumpy?’’ Gwyn asked the cat. It would be weird if Grumpy was a child, a little voice in her head said. She had her answer when the voice called again and the cat started meowing in response. ‘’That must be your dad looking for you then.’’ The more she listened to that voice, the more Gwyn noticed how sexy it sounded, even if he was only looking for an animal named Grumpy, who, by the way, wasn’t grumpy at all. She wondered if her neighbour looked as hot as he sounded. She had heard the bike so she assumed he must be at least a little attractive, right? In books men on bikes are always hot. You’re not in a book Gwyn, the little voice reminded her. Maybe the man was married and Gwyn was fantasizing about someone who had a gorgeous wife, 3 kids and a cat. Or, the little voice added with a gasp, what if he is super hot and gay?

Gwyn looked at Grumpy who wasn’t grumpy. The cat kept meowing but made no move to leave. ‘’You don’t want to go back?’’

‘’Come here boy, it’s time for dinner,’’ the neighbour said. Gwyn looked at Grumpy and an idea popped into her head. The only way for her to find out what her neighbor with the sexy voice looked like and if he was married or gay was to meet him. And since he seemed to have lost his cat, I would help him find it, she thought. This was not hard at all since the lost cat had befriended her already.

Gwyn stood up and adjusted her shorts and t-shirt. ‘’Let’s go meet your dad Grumpy,’’ she told the cat as she grabbed him and walked to the front door. Let’s hope your dad is hot Grumpy is also what she thought but didn’t say. She walked the stone path leading to his porch and knocked on the door. Grumpy was cradled in her arms like a baby.

When the owner of the house opened the door, Gwyn almost dropped his cat. But the only thing that dropped was her jaw. One look at him and Gwyn prayed that he was not married or gay.

“Grumpy,” he exclaimed, pulling Gwyn out of her prayers to every gods that she remembered the name of.

“Uh…hi…um…I found your cat,” Gwyn moved a very comfortable Grumpy from her arms and handed him to his owner. Gwyn followed the strong muscles of his arms when he reached out to grab the cat. When his large hands touched hers as Grumpy moved from her arms to his, Gwyn thought she could develop a hand fetish just from the thought of his hand tracing her body.

“Thank you so much for bringing him back to me. I was just looking for him,” he told her with a warm smile.

Gwyn pulled herself together and smiled back. “Actually I heard you. I’m your new neighbour.”

“Oh,” he raised his brows at her. Then he beamed at Gwyn. “Welcome then. I’m Azriel.”

Even your name is hot, Gwyn wanted to say. But instead she thanked him and introduced herself. Grumpy jumped off Azriel’s arms. Gwyn giggled when he plopped down next to her and started licking his paw. “You have a very cuddly cat,” she told Azriel.

Azriel snickered. “He has never acted like that with anyone but me. It is actually one of my brothers who named him Grumpy because he is so mean to others.”

“Well he hasn’t been mean to me,” Gwyn shrugged. She found it very easy to relax around him.

“You must be very special then,” he grinned. Gwyn blushed and bit her lip. Am I delusional or is he looking at my lips?, she asked herself. You are talking to yourself while this god is standing in front of you. You're clearly delusional, the little voice, which was clearly her own, replied. She wanted to cover her face so he wouldn’t see how red she was turning.

Azriel cleared his throat and when he spoke, Gwyn thought that he sounded a bit nervous. “Can I offer you dinner sometime? Tonight perhaps?” Gwyn felt her heart beating in her throat. She felt like she was about to either faint or fly at the proposition. Is this a date or is he just trying to thank me? she thought. Who even cares? Just say yes. “Your boyfriend can join us too of course,” Azriel added.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Gwyn added a bit too quickly.

Azriel smirked. “Great.” Gwyn raised a brow at him. Did he just say great? “I mean there’ll be more food for us then,” he shrugged. Gwyn laughed. Maybe her prayers had worked after all.

“I have nothing planned right now so I can help you if you want,” she told him, feeling slightly more confident.

“Even better,” Azriel stepped back and gestured for Gwyn to come in. Grumpy followed them inside the house. As Azriel closed the door behind them, Gwyn looked at Grumpy as if expecting him to read her mind. Have you been playing matchmaker all along? When the cat meowed at her, Gwyn decided to take that as a yes.

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #modern au #acotar #acosf #gwynrielweeks2023 #gwynrielweeksofficial #gwynrielweek2023 #gwynriel week 2023

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romanoffprentiss · 2 years

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Next Thing you Know

Me hating country and most of my fics based on country songs

You swear you’re staying single next thing you know

You meet a girl at a bar next thing you know

You get her laughing

Its 2 am

Emily joined the BAU with the goal of staying single. She had been burned one to many times and the effort wasn’t worth the heartache. That was what she said to JJ one night at a girls night. Like a sign from above you walked into the BAU and changed her world. She had tried to stay professional, but after a night at Penelope’s she decided your laugh was the best thing in the world. That night she kissed you on your car door and your smile was present for weeks after.

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Then you tell your buddies

3 months in

She aint moving in

Derek heard about the kiss from Penelope who heard it from JJ who heard it from Spencer who you told. Derek walked over to Emily’s Desk with a pep in his step,

“So y/n?” He grins and Emily sighs looking up at him,

“What are you talking about?” She raises an eyebrow and he smirks,

“Why don’t we recreate what you two did at baby girls place” he teased and Emily hit him with a file,

“Its not like that” she defended and Derek rolled his eyes,

“mhm, Penelope told me you’d be considered a ‘u-haul lesbian’?” He quoted and Emily laughed,

“She is not moving in !”

But next thing you know

There’s a U-haul trailer

Next thing you know

Your old apartment

Is y’alls new place

There goes the carpet

But the deer head stays

Derek wouldn’t let it go as he helped unload boxes into Emilys apartment.

“Remember a couple months ago?” He began and Emily threw a stuffed animal at him,

“Em ! Watch out !” You playfully scold as you pick up the stuffed toy and kiss her cheek leaving Emily apologizing and leaning in for a kiss and chasing after your lips when you pull away,

“You’re so whipped” Derek continued his teasing, this time Penelope walks over,

“Leave the love birds alone Derek! They’re so sweet” she cooed and you both blush at the comment.

That next day you got to work re arranging the living room,

“Woah what’s wrong with it?” Emily pouts seeing you put the carpet in the donate pile,

“This one I ordered will fit with the space better” you say and she sighs,

“Well then my emo rock collection stays” she says and you laugh,

“As long as you do the same hair and eyeliner” you tease walking over to her and wrapping your arms around her waist kissing her cheek,

“I can’t believe Garcia showed you that” Emily groans hiding her face in your neck leaving kisses up and down,

“It was actually Spencer” you whisper and Emily gasps,

“Im gonna kill him”

Next thing you know

You’re Savin money like never before (just to)

Spend it all at a jewelry store (gettin)

Emily had been comfortable all her life, which is why she spared no expense picking out your ring. She spent multiple nights in JJ’s office going over rings and sizes,

“This one is perfect” she says pulling up the most beautiful ring she’s seen in days,

“She’s going to love it” JJ says and smiles trying to ignore the hefty price tag.

Down on one knee on her mama’s porch

Just pray she don’t say no

The dinner was amazing. Conversation flowed freely and Emily looked like a lovesick puppy the whole time. After she pays she grabs your hand and leads you down a path,

“Emily considering what we do for a living this is the worst idea ever” you joke as she leads you down the wooded dark path,

“It’ll be worth it, plus I have my gun” she replies and you giggle as an opening reveals with rose petals and candles,

Emily leads you to the middle and you notice Penelope and JJ standing off to the side with cameras,

“Em?” you turn to face her but look down seeing her on one knee noticing a ring box in her hands,

“Y/n Ive loved you from the moment you walked into the BAU I thought I would never fall in love and the-“ she’s cut off as you almost take her down hugging her. She laughs and you kiss her all over her face,

“Yes yes yes ! A million times yes” you say and she kisses you deeply. Once releasing she puts the ring on your finger,

“I got it !” JJ shouts walking over with the camera with a proud smile as she congratulates you two.

Next thing you know

Your best man gives a half drunk speech (and you’re)

Sunburnt on a honeymoon beach (and your)

Left hand’s getting used to that ring

There the next two three or years go

Emily sat next to you at the bridal party table, JJ to your left and Emily to your right. Once Derek stood up you knew it would be trouble, you give a look to Emily who shrugs and kisses you gently which gets rid of any fear of Derek’s speech,

“Emily Prentiss, or should I say my princess” Derek begins,

“I met you on your first day on the BAU and woo, at first I thought I could have a chance with you” You raised an eyebrow and Derek looked at you,

“Don’t worry mama she’s all yours, I knew once y/n walked in that Emily was gone, miss. commitment issues Prentiss, miss. I don’t need anyone Prentiss, had met her match, and she tried in the beginning to ignore it, but y/n has that effect on people, to squeeze her way into your heart even if every defense tells you to avoid her, even when she’s enabling Reid to go on his long rambles, and can convince you to drink way more then you should on a work night” the crowd laughs and you squeeze Emilys hand and see her staring at you lovingly,

“I mean look at them, can’t take their eyes off of each other for 5 seconds” Derek teases and you chuckle as Emily leans in for a kiss.

The next week is spent blissfully on a beach. You sip your drink and watch as Emily gets out of the pool, you didn’t think someone could make it look so sexy but here she was. She walked over drenched and stands over you. You lower your sunglasses as she leans down for a kiss,

“Hi baby” you say and she grins,

“Hello mrs.Prentiss” she grins and gets on top of you,

“Emily ! You’re soaked !” You shriek but can’t help but laugh,

“You said till death do us part” she jokes and you kiss her again,

“Death will come soon for us with hypothermia” you joke and she laughs. It’s your favorite sound, you’re amazed you can spend the rest of your life making her laugh like that.

Next thing you know

Y’all weren’t really trying next thing you know

There’s a test on the counter next thing you know

She’s standing there crying nodding her head yes

You’re half excited half scared to death (cause)

After almost a year of treatments and tests and needles you were ready to give up. It broke Emily’s heart to see you so upset over it, one last attempt you had both agreed that after that, you couldn’t handle another negative. Emily came home from a brunch with her mother and frowned when she couldn’t find you in the living room, the kitchen, or the bedroom. She walked over to the bathroom door and knocked gently,

“Y/n?” She asked and you sniffle opening the door for her,

“Honey what’s wrong?” She asks and hugs you. You cry into her shoulder as her eyes meet the stick laying on the counter,

“Is that?” She pauses not believing it as she holds up the stick seeing the two lines. She gasps and looks over as you nod and she picks you up hugging you tightly. It all hits her that there is a baby now. It’s no longer a hypothetical but a reality. Someone she will be in charge of and have to make sure she raises them properly.

Next thing you know

You’re wearing scrubs and a funny white hat (and the)

Doctor’s saying how you doin there Mom (and)

Nobody’s ever called you that (and)

You take the drive home slow

Standing in the OR, Emily did not picture this. You’re on the table, the meds have definitely kicked in and you smile up at her,

“You look so funny baby” you say and she chuckles wiping the tears from her eyes,

“Anything to be here with you” she says kissing your head. She doesn’t look over the curtain until you make a look of discomfort,

“You’re doing so well” she whispers in your head and stands up to see. A gasp is let out as she sees the baby be lifted up and a screeching cry fills the room,

“Is she okay?” You ask and Emily nods eagerly,

“She’s beautiful y/n” she says and the doctor rests the baby by your head. Emily lets out a sob as you hold the baby for the first time,

“You doing okay there mom?” Rossi asks as Emily spaced out for a minute as the team each take turns holding the baby,

“Yeah just soaking it all in” she says and is off again in her own world as it hits her that she’s a mother now. She would do anything for your little girl. She’s never felt this strong of a love before.

On the way home you almost complain about how Emily goes 5 under the speed limit,

“She’s okay em” you encourage sitting in the back seat as Nadia holds your finger in her sleep.

Next thing you know

Its first steps, first dates, first car (it’s)

11:01 wondering where they are

Then you’re saying USC’s too far

Its amazing how fast 17 years go

Emily sighed leaning back in her desk chair. It was a long night of paperwork, she thought back to the days that it didn’t matter if she stayed late but now she had you and Nadia waiting on her. She longed to see you both, you had left earlier, finishing your report early to be able to pick up Nadia. The lights were dim and everyone but her and Hotch were left. The door to the Bullpen open and she hears and squeal and some footsteps,

“What are you guys doing here?” Emily said turning around to see you both standing,

“We missed our mama, didn’t we?” You coo at Nadia who reaches out,

“Mama” she says and you put her down on the floor holding her hands to guide her to walk over, she had been teasing walking for a while but still needed something to hold onto,

Until suddenly she let go of your hands and took three steps right into Emily’s arms,

“Oh my god ! Oh my god ! you did it baby !” Emily smiled lifting Nadia up into the air and kissing her cheeks as Nadia clapped.

That felt like just yesterday. Emily looked into Nadia’s room as you helped her apply her lipstick. It was prom and you did not waste a second making sure it would be perfect for Nadia. Emily never got to go to prom herself and was glad to see how excited Nadia was. She was glad that you both raised her to be able to enjoy normal teenage things,

“Isn’t she a little too young for all this?” Emily asked and you rolled your eyes,

“She’s 17 its completely appropriate” you say and Emily chuckles. Nadia looks up at Emily and smiles,

“How do I look?” She asked and Emily smiled,

“Gorgeous like always” she kissed Nadias hair as the doorbell rang,

“Ill get it” Nadia shoots up but you hold her back,

“Let mama make him sweat a little” you chuckle as Nadia looks mortified as Emily answers the door,

“Hello mrs.Prentiss, is Nadia almost ready?” The boy asks and Emily notes he’s dressed up and holding a bouquet of flowers,

“You make it really hard to play bad cop Henry” Emily teased and let him in. Nadia and you walk down the stairs and Henry smiles,

“You look amazing” he lets out and hands her flowers, she giggles and they go to leave,

“Wait wait ! I need pictures !” You say grabbing the camera, and Nadia lets out a groan. You blink away tears as they pose,

“I can’t believe you guys are all grown up” you wipe a tear and Emily puts her arm around you,

“You guys get out of here before the waterworks, have her back by 11 mister” she points at Henry who nods quickly,

“Yes ma’am” he says. You both watch as they share smiles and Henry opens her car door for her,

“Those smiles are dangerous” Emily points out and you chuckle,

“Let them be teens” you say and send JJ the pictures.

“Babe come to bed” you say from the staircase as Emily sits in the kitchen,

“She should be home by now” Emily says and you frown,

“did you call her?” You ask walking over and wrapping your arms around her shoulder’s kissing her cheek,

“No but we agreed 11” she huffs and you grab your phone and see Nadia sent a text saying the movie got out late and she was on her way home now,

“See no need to worry” you try to reassure her but she doesn’t budge. She waits for Nadia to come home and once she’s inside and the house is locked up you walk past the hall to see Emily tucking Nadia in. You stand in the doorway as Emily kisses her forehead,

“I know USC is exciting and you want to get away but maybe a school in the same state? Or timezone? I don’t think I can handle worrying about you while you’re all the way on the other side of the country” Emily says and Nadia chuckles,

“You worry too much mama” Nadia replied and Emily shook her head,

“Its my job, I just want you to be safe and happy, and if USC is it, then ill be right there, but me and mom need at least weekly calls to keep us sane, otherwise ill steal the jet and fly over myself” Emily says and Nadia nods,

“I love you mama” she says and hugs Emily,

“Love you too bug” Emily says.

Next thing you know

You get to know your wife again (and you’re)

More in love then you’ve ever been (with a)

Lot of years of remember when’s

And still some down the road

Emily thought that the house would be quiet. Coming home after getting Nadia settled. She was proven wrong. She missed Nadia dearly but part of her loved this new phase. Waking up to breakfast in bed, dancing around the living room, baking, watching tv, anything was way better doing it together.

Retirement felt amazing, Emily worried that she would miss the action, and maybe occasionally she did, but standing behind you in the kitchen while you guys tried to make homemade cookies, she knew that she never wanted to leave this life you two have built.

Cause next thing you know

You got a yard full of your kid's kids and ya

Take 'em to church, teach 'em to fish, and ya

Tell 'em stories every chance you get

About how fast this life down here can go

After Emily’s mother passed, she inherited her fathers old cabin. You two quickly moved in and settled into an outdoors lifestyle. She was brought back to summers spent here with her father so many years ago. She walked out onto the porch and watched as Henry chased a little Charlie around who’s giggles were infectious, she walked over to where Will, JJ, Nadia, and yourself were chatting at the table. Henry soon walks over with Charlie on his shoulders,

“Grandma can we go fishing now?” Charlie asked and Emily smiled, though originally she hated the grandma title, feeling too old, Charlie, just like his mom, had Emily wrapped around his finger,

“Of course bud lets grab our things” she said and they walked into the shed. You smile watching the two,

“He looks just like you Nadia” you comment taking a sip of your cup,

“Reminds me when Elizabeth tried to come camping with us that one year” you reminisce and Nadia lets out a laugh,

“She had pantsuits on to go for a hike” Nadia remembers and you both laugh. Emily leads Charlie to the lake and smiles as she helps him with his rod,

“You know I used to fish with my dad when I was your age, in this very spot” Emily tells the boy and he squints looking up at her,

“You were my age?” He asked and she laughed nodding,

“Long long ago, one day you can take your own kids fishing and tell this story” Emily says and the moment is interrupted by a pull on the line and Emily helps him reel in the fish. Charlies face lit up as Henry ran over with his camera to take a picture of the moment. After putting the fish back and sitting around the fireplace that night. Emily put her arm around you,

“I think we did alright” she says softly and you look up at her,

“I wouldn’t change a thing” you agree and kiss her gently, still managing to give her the butterflies you did that first night at Garcia’s apartment.

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminal minds #imagine #cm

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Liberating the Mirage

Summary:

When an assignment goes horribly wrong, Mulder has to race against time to find Scully.

But sometimes the line between reality and illusion blurs—and it turns out there’s more than one locked door that needs to be opened. Notes:

This is my little contribution to Fictober, a yearly event that celebrates writing and reading—and fall. All of which are good things in my world.

Since there’s no way I can come up with a new story every day, I’ve decided to write one fic that includes all prompts from the Fictober 2023 prompt list. They’re all in bold if you want to seek them out specifically. You can find the list here: Fictober 2023

This story is complete, but to keep in the spirit of Fictober, I’m posting one chapter a day.

I hope you’ll have as much fun reading this fic as I had writing it.

AO3 | @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023

Chapter 1: Trouble Loves Company

Bladensburg Road, Washington, D.C. Warehouse

“Motorcycle approaching from the left,” Scully reported crisply into the mouthpiece of her microphone. She unobtrusively observed the upcoming vehicle in her rearview mirror. “Estimated time of passage: 15 seconds.”

“Confirmed,” Mulder replied, his voice tinny through the earpiece attached to her head.

She pulled the sun visor down and pretended to check her makeup in the small mirror attached to the back as the motorcycle passed her van slowly. She watched out of the side of her eye to avoid causing any suspicion, but the driver didn’t seem to pay her any attention. Mulder's car discretely pulled out of its parking slot, only a few cars down the road, and followed at a distance.

“I believe it’s our target,” Mulder’s voice crackled through her earpiece.

“Confirmed,” Skinner joined the conversation from his car on the other side of the warehouse.

Scully squinted against the rising sun and watched as the motorcycle rounded the corner and disappeared from view, Mulder’s car not far behind it. “Visual contact lost,” she reported into her microphone.

“Copy,” Skinner’s voice replied promptly through the line. “Maintain position, Agent Scully, in case of a potential escape.”

“Understood,” she confirmed and leaned back in her seat. All she could do now was wait. She turned her head to keep an eye on the warehouse, making sure she wouldn’t miss Eddie Connolly if he decided to try to escape through her side of the building.

*****

Mulder pressed his back against the stonewall and moved closer to the steel door Connolly had walked through only a few moments before. He checked his gun one last time before gripping the handle and carefully pulling the door open. He squeezed through the small opening he had created and closed the door softly.

The musty smell of old wooden crates filled the abandoned warehouse. He was surrounded by boxes that were stacked to the ceiling, and everything was eerily silent. Mulder tried to make out any sounds that would reveal where Connolly had disappeared to and carefully pulled up the tiny microphone at his collar. “I’m inside. I don’t see anyone.”

Careful to not step on anything that would give him away, he moved slowly across the room. After rounding a stack of old wooden boxes, he finally heard murmuring voices. He pressed his back to the wood and carefully looked around the corner. Connolly was animatedly talking to a tall man who was leaning against a table in the middle of the room. He seemed to try to explain something to the other man. From what Mulder could tell, the other man wasn’t impressed, his arms tightly crossed while listening.

Just as he was about to raise his gun, a third person joined the group, and Mulder swiftly moved his head back to avoid being seen. He cursed silently, wondering why there were three men. Their contact had told them Eddie Connolly was going to meet with the head of the group alone.

He couldn’t make out what the three men were talking about, but their conversation grew louder and more animated, suggesting they were discussing something quite important. Mulder debated risking another glance but turned his chin down into the collar of his tactical vest instead. “Our target met with two other men. It’s getting heated,” he whispered into his microphone.

“Three men? We only knew about one other person. Can you confirm?” Skinner’s voice sounded through Mulder’s earpiece.

“Confirmed,” he whispered and slowly moved his head back around the corner— just in time to watch the tall man giving a signal to the third person. Mulder scanned him with a quick glance. He was at least 6’5 and built like a brick wall. A bodyguard? Mulder wondered just as the burly henchman closed in and swiftly seized Connolly by the throat. The tall man moved closer and bent over Connolly, whispering something. Mulder watched the man’s eyes widen, but he couldn’t hear what they were talking about. He cursed again silently. He needed to get closer.

Maybe he could sneak around the back of the crates, he wondered, while carefully retreating from the corner. He eyed the boxes stacked around him with a critical eye.

As silently as possible, he crouched down and moved behind the next stack of boxes, slowly making his way closer to the group.

Just as he was about to get close enough to hear what the tall man was telling Connolly, the bodyguard looked up and spotted him.

Mulder had only a slit second to react. He raised his gun, aiming at the burly man. “Federal agent! Stop right there! Move into the light. Hands where I can see them!” he shouted. Dimly, he registered Skinner’s voice in his ear giving orders to storm the building and for Scully to watch the exit for anyone trying to escape.

For a second, the three men froze and stared at him. Then all hell broke loose as the tall man opened fire before darting around one of the tall crates, disappearing from view.

Mulder retreated quickly behind his stack of boxes, his heart racing. He tried to calm his breathing when suddenly a shadow rounded the corner and crashed into him. The thug landed on top of him, and all the air went straight out of Mulder’s lungs. For a moment, he couldn’t breathe.

The other man wasn’t faring any better. He cradled his arm in his left hand and tried to get past. Mulder tackled his legs and brought him back down, swiftly turning the man’s arm behind his back and kneeling on his lower back. The henchman screamed in pain.

Just then, Skinner came running onto the scene, followed by two other agents, who immediately swarmed out to search the warehouse.

Mulder tried to catch his breath while handcuffing his suspect. The man lay grunting on the floor, no longer a threat. “Did you get Connolly and our head guy?” he asked Skinner, jumping back to his feet.

Skinner held up a hand, listening intently to his earpiece. He let out a frustrated groan and turned back to Mulder. “This one here seems to be just a thug that follows orders. We’re searching the warehouse, and Scully got the front exit covered. It’s not too late to arrest them all, let’s go!” Skinner turned around, clearly expecting his agent to follow, but Mulder was rooted to the spot, staring at his boss with wide eyes.

Scully! Mulder thought frantically. In all the chaos of the last few minutes, he hadn’t heard Scully’s voice in the mix at all. The realization hit him like a truck. Scully would’ve reported in by now. Something must’ve happened.

“Scully!” he shouted and took off towards the front entrance in a dead run.

*****

Scully gingerly lifted her hands in the air, palms facing out. “My gun’s attached on my right side,” she said, pointing with her chin, her eyes never leaving the tall man standing in the open passenger side door, aiming his gun at her.

She turned her back all the way towards the driver’s side window, facing the armed man fully and giving him her full attention. The tall man got into the passenger seat without missing a beat and closed the door without moving his eyes away from her. “Hand me your gun,” he said icily and held out his empty hand towards her, making an impatient gesture with his fingers.

Slowly, she pulled the weapon from her waist, careful not to startle him. If I can slow him down enough, backup will be here ASAP, she thought. Mulder had probably already noticed that she hadn’t reported in. All she needed was some time.

“All right. I’m handing you my gun,” she replied and slowly moved her hand with the weapon closer to his outstretched hand.

“I wouldn’t play any games if I were you,” he said calmly, completely unfazed by the fact that several FBI agents were looking for him only a few feet away.

An icy chill ran down Scully’s back. This guy was no ordinary criminal, she realized. This man had seen far worse than an observation and bust from the FBI. She shouldn’t have underestimated either of the men. He’d been clever enough to know that the front door was under surveillance. That meant he’d come through the back where Skinner and the other agents had come in to back Mulder up, she thought. He’d known they wouldn’t expect him to come towards them instead of taking the supposedly easy front exit. He’d outsmarted them all.

He must’ve seen the realization hit her because his mouth moved into a sarcastic smirk. “I see we understand each other. So if you don’t want me to shoot the first person that comes running out of that building and make you drive me out of here anyway, I’d suggest you turn on this car and drive,” he said. “And make no mistake, if you try to trick me, and we get caught, I’m taking you with me!”

Scully offered no response and shifted her gaze to the front, fully aware that Mulder might burst through that door at any second, unprepared for anyone just waiting to shoot at him. If she wanted to make sure that he wasn’t killed, she needed to get them away from here. She turned the key and the car came to life effortlessly.

“Where do you want me to go,” she asked calmly, ignoring her racing heart.

“I don’t care, just drive!” the man said, looking outside the window towards the front entrance of the warehouse. When he was sure that no one was in sight, he turned his attention back to her.

Scully expertly steered the van onto the road, driving as slowly as possible, hoping that Mulder would notice what had occurred and reach her in time. However, the man sitting next to her had different plans. “What are you doing?!” he yelled and pressed his gun right into her side. “I said drive!”

With a sigh, she pressed her foot down on the accelerator, knowing she’d have to find another way to get out of this.

*****

Mulder sprinted towards the front exit in a dead run. He threw his shoulder against the door and shoved it open. Outside, he frantically scanned the sidewalk for Scully and the green van she’d been in. It wasn’t there.

His eyes moved up and down the street anxiously, catching sight of the van just as it gained speed. “Scully!” he yelled, sprinting in the direction of the disappearing van.

He ran as fast as he could, but the car was getting further and further away. By the time he reached the next traffic light, it had rounded a corner and disappeared from view. He grabbed his knees, breathing heavily. That’s when he remembered the microphone attached to his collar. “I need help,” he shouted. “They’ve got Scully!”

After taking a long look in the direction the van had disappeared, he turned and sprinted back to the warehouse as fast as he could.

***

Thank you so much for reading. You can also find this fic on AO3.

#xfiles #mulder and scully #xf fanfic #fictober23 #dana scully #fox mulder #msr #fictober event #fictober 2023 #xffictober #xffictober23 #i wrote this #Liberating the Mirage

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