#Was originally gonna make her hair white but I liked the idea of the headband being white and she already had it in her palette a lot

[gracebethartacc]

*blasts her with my humanization beam*

MY LIKE 4 OTHER EXISTING TIPPI ENJOYERS WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT??

#Spm #super paper mario #tippi spm #tippi super paper mario #Tippi #lady timpani #lady timpani spm #spm spoilers #count bleck #count blumiere #Was originally gonna make her hair white but I liked the idea of the headband being white and she already had it in her palette a lot #So she got a more like natural hair color which I like a lot more I think she turned out super cute waaah #Had SO much fun w the butterfly motifs #Made two designs one more like the bride theme everyone does with more of blecks colors and then one more w tippi/pixl colors :3

[fabuloustrash05]

For your version of the turtles: Have any designs for them? I wanna draw them!!! And also are any of them in the queer community?

Excellent question! I was originally going to give info about their appearance in the intro bio post, but I felt it would be better for its own post entirely because I have a lot to say.

But first I’ll start with your second question about the gang’s sexualities:

In my version of TMNT: Splinter and Raph are straight, Leo is gay (but deep in the closet), Mikey is pan, Donnie is straight/demisexual, and April and Casey are bi.

Now for your first question cause this is gonna be a long one!

I’m gonna start with April and Casey’s appearance then work my way to the Splinter then the Turtles.

Talking about April’s appearance first, she has light brown eyes and dark brown curly hair with bangs that she ties up into a single high bun using a yellow bandanna/headband similar to this (with a bonus of my first time drawing my version of April):

Her outfit, she wears a long bright yellow raincoat like jacket hoodie with a black tank top and slightly ripped blue jeans. She has on black and white converse sneakers with green socks and also a white fanny pack around her waist (she keeps pepper spray, her hair alley, phone and snacks for the turtles in there). She wears green hooped earrings, and a watch on her right wrist while on the other is a green and orange string friendship bracelet made and given to her by Mikey.

Note/Fun Fact: When first creating my April’s design, the first thing I thought of is that I wanted to combined 2012’s design of April with Rise’s. In April’s bio I mention that April is biracial, being half white and half black, so I basically imagine 2012 Aprils dad had a kid with Rise April’s mom, because my version of April’s parents look very similar to them

And then poof! FabTrash April was born!

For my version of Casey he has black eyes and very dark brown hair to the point that it often sometimes looks black, and his hair is medium length that he pulls back in a messy half updo like this:

For his outfit, he wears a gray hoodie with a dark blue denim jacket over it along with black jeans and beaten up sneakers. He also wears fingerless gloves and has a few small piercings on his left ear.

As mentioned in his bio, Casey has a Purple Dragons tattoo on his right arm. He hides it with his jacket/hoodie but when it’s off you still can’t see it because it’s wrapped in bandages. 

Now Splinter’s design, he is a husky rat so his fur is white and brown/gray, not the typical dark brown that he usually is in other versions.

He wears an outfit very similar to 2012 Splinter’s (because I actually really liked his outfit so I’m incorporating it into my version)and he carries around a cane that looks like 2012 Splinter Jade can that secretly has a katana hidden inside so he’s always ready to fight and protect his sons. Also similar to 2012 and other Splinter counterparts he also has a long thin white chin beard. 

Now talking about the turtles designs, to start all the turtles have hazel eyes, it’s a way of showing that the turtles are all genetically related to Splinter because he also has hazel eyes.

The Turtles body and head shape/style would mostly resemble the 2012 version because I honestly like how each turtle had their own distinct facial and body structure to the point that it wasn’t too over the top like in rise.

Also a reminder: Donnie is a soft shell turtle, Raph is a map turtle, Leo is Chinese pond turtle, and Mikey is a spotted turtle

I liked the idea of Rottmnt making them all different species, it made them stand out more.

Now starting with Leo’s design, I actually have drawn him once but I sadly never finished drawing the other turtles, but I think this old drawing I did of my version of Leo gives everyone a good idea of what him and his brothers all a look like.

They all wear the ninja pants with sashes on their waste with wrap on their feet/legs similar to Leo, only difference is their sashes are their designated color. Leo’s sash is blue, Raph’s is red, etc. Mikey is the only one who doesn’t have a sash but I’ll explain that when I get to him.

Leo is a Chinese pond turtle so he has a few faint yellow spot on his head and shoulders as seen above and his skin is a pear green color and his shell is a warm brown color. As I mentioned in his bio and seen above, Leo wears a baggy blue scarf as his mask, pulling up to cover the bottom half of his face during battle, he’s the only one who doesn’t wear the traditional mask.

Just like Leo, Donnie wears a belt holster over his shoulder, but only one, not two, to hold his tech bo-staff. He also wears goggles he has dangling around his neck and has a high tech battle shell covering his shell, cause he’s a soft shell turtle. His wrists are covered in wraps and also watches and other tech gear. He wears a purple mask that goes over his head. His skin is a pale pickle color, he looks the palest out of all his brothers because he spends most of his time in his lab not getting any sun, and his shell is a faint grayish brown color. 

Like I said, all the Turtles wear these black ninja pants with sashes, and for Raph on his pants there’s slight stains of spray pant on them. A little detail to show he’s artistic. Raph is a map turtle and they usually have sharp edges and spikey(ish) shells so small spikes on his shell and even his shoulders, his skin is a pine green with a more darker brown shell, and faded pale yellow stripes on his forehead that running down his back and shoulders. Raph wears a simple red mask and it’s the most torn up and his wraps on his hand go a little bit more far up his arm to him elbows because he likes fighting close and personal and enjoys hand to hand combat. As mentioned in his bio he has the Hamato clan symbol tattooed on his upper right arm and his shell is cracked, similar to 2012 Raph’s chipped shell except the crack is not only in the front on his plastron but also goes to the back of his shell as well.

Mikey barely wears his mask, letting it dangle around his neck, but he puts it on during serious moments. You know shits about to go down if Mikey puts on his mask. As I mentioned, Mikey also where is the black ninja pants but instead of an orange sash tied around his waist like his brothers instead it’s an orange hoodie tied around his waist. he also wears elbow pads because he likes skating and you know, safety first! He also wears a beanie and hand a pair of headphone dancing around his neck. On his wrist he has a lot of bracelets and jewelry, one of them being a yellow and green string friendship bracelet that April made for him. 

As for Mikey’s appearance he is a spotted turtle so he has faded whitish orange spots around his body and has basil green skin. His spots on mainly found his cheeks (looking like freckles) his shoulders, his knees, and also all over the back of his shell. 

If anyones curious of the shade of green the turtles are, here ya go:

#thanks for the ask! #xmicrophonyx #asks #answered #fabtrash tmnt #my version of tmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt

[agentravensong]

it's the day before christmas... you know what that means?

it's dess deltarune day!!!

presenting, at long last, the dess holiday that lives in my head:

more drawings plus detailed design notes below the cut!! please click on the images for better quality viewing (they also all have alt text)

dess design notes:

- her fur and hair colors are picked from rudy's sprite, though i toned her fur color down slightly (and then even more so for her ??? form).

- her freckles, like how i draw noelle's, form triangles as a not-so-subtle reference to the delta rune. that being said, i draw noelle's freckles as oriented the other way, one of a few small ways in which i have their designs mirror but differ from each other (the others being: both having bangs but swept in opposite directions; and dess having buck teeth like noelle but rectangular instead of rounded)

- i didn't give dess antlers because of that line from sans in ut where he refers to "the antlered girl and her big sis" rather than "the antlered girls/sisters". instead, i gave her those hair tufts that are meant to look like horns, as both a parallel to kris's horn headband that they wear to try and fit in with their family, and as a bit of devil symbolism to contrast noelle's whole angel thing.

- i messed around with dess's light world outfit color pallet for a while. for example, i had her jacket be green for a bit so that between that and the skirt we'd get the main christmas colors. i eventually went with having her jacket be red too to make the design as a whole more cohesive. i wanted her to be wearing mainly warm, firey colors cause that feels like it matches her personality from what little we know about her so far.

- the jacket was conceptualized as a hand-me-down from rudy, but in the coloring process i had the idea that it would be neat if azzy had a matching green one (recycling that discarded element of dess's design). perhaps his could be a hand-me-down from asgore?

- the jacket turns that dark purple color in her ??? form because... look, there's a few things i could say, like how it would probably make more sense gonerfication-wise for it to have turned pure black but then that wouldn't stand out as much in dark environments, or how purple is red+blue with the blue coming from water/ocean theory (don't ask (or do)), or how the general use of purple is a callback to the ??? dark world... but in truth, it's because i like purple and i thought it looked cool. the main intended meaning is that she's in a cold, dark place now, so the warmth has, mostly, left her pallet. oh, also, because susie's purple, and it def feels like there are gonna be parallels between dess and susie. jevil too, by extension.

- i gave dess's shirt five stripes, even though by the age she is here she's probably outgrown striped shirts (not that that's stopped kris), as a visual reference to a music staff! cause, ya know, she seems to be a musician. the reference is a lot more obvious in her ??? form with the black and white shirt, as that's where it originated.

- i gave her the skirt with the shorts underneath them because i already had in mind that in her ??? form she'd wear that half-skirt half-shorts piece. the idea is that when she falls into the code or whatever, that element of her design gets mistranslated and the two clothing items are scrambled together. i also already knew from an older version of her design that i wanted it to have a chessboard-like pattern cause of chess's potential as a motif in dr - and also cause black white and grey as a color scheme is associated with gaster and the goners - so having the light world version of it be flannel/plaid just, fit.

- on a similar note, the darker and grey patches in dess's fur in her ??? form are meant to both contribute to a somewhat glitchy aesthetic and hint towards her ongoing gonerfication. i then had the idea as i was messing around with them that there should be grey specifically around her facial features to mimic skull face paint!

- the whites of her eyes going dark in this form ties into the idea that "only eyes blinded by darkness can see the way", as well as referencing jevil specifically, and her pupils are shaped like save points because they're the light that breaks through the dark. it unintentionally works pretty well as a metaphor for where dess is at: being trapped in the dark for so long has caused her to lose a lot of her hope and fire, but there's still a speck of light that she holds on to. eyes really are the window to the soul ;)

- back to dess's outfit(s), cause i skipped over the scarf. in my older version of her design, i had her wearing an unraveled bowtie or ribbon around her neck, a clothing item that had been part of her mom-approved formal attire. i switched it out with the scarf because a) winter vibes, and, b) more importantly, because i could have it do this in her ??? form:

that's right, wings! only under Certain Conditions, but, wings! cause, uh, angel stuff, and, i mean, come on. wings!!!

the split diamond pattern is again, though less obviously, derived from the triangles featured in the delta rune. the added dots in her ??? form are meant to make the diamonds look like eyes, especially if you turn them on their side. just to add another touch of spookiness. and the scarf is purple in both her designs mostly as an extra justification for where the purple in her ??? form comes from, like it's the one color she got to keep, and to strengthen the continuity between the two versions of her.

- while we're here, it took me a while to figure out what symbol should go on the back of dess's jacket. what i eventually decided on is a slightly modified version of the black symbol to the right in that drawing, which is apparently used in sheet music for piano to denote when the player should release the sustain pedal. i chose it less for its specific meaning and more so just because it's a music thing that kind of looks like a snowflake (or, perhaps, a star).

- then there's the other major addition with dess's ??? form: the halo! it's meant to be another music staff reference, with constantly changing notes traveling along it, but contorted into a guitar-like shape. i'm not 100% set on the colors i used for it tbh, i might change those in future drawings of her. here's the fun part: when dess wants to make music, she's learned how to take her halo and temporarily turn it into, essentially, a hologram version of her guitar that she can actually play songs on! good thing she has a couple of picks in her coat pockets. i wonder what else is in there...?

lastly, for comparison's sake, i drew dess with kris and noelle, back when they were all together... and where they're at now.

(reminder that kris uses they/them pronouns!)

that should be everything covered! if you enjoyed my dess thoughts, may i also take this opportunity to recommend: my playlist for her! it's a little shy of four hours long, featuring 69 songs in a long-deliberated order meant to go through the story of her life - including how i hope her story resolves.

happy dess day everyone! no matter what holiday you celebrate :)

#deltarune #deltacember #december holiday #dess holiday #i have put so much thought into my version of dess both visually and otherwise. if you love her half as much as i do pls let me know #for the record all the drawings featured here were made (at least digitally) in the past week #but the oldest elements of her design that carried through to now are from doodles i did during class back in september #for knight!dess fans: you know how i mentioned she carries guitar picks on her? #well if queen's pin had a sharp enough point to be used as a blade for making dark fountains... why not those? #(if i fully subscribed to knight!dess then i would've drawn an alt to her ??? design that's more... knighty and hides her true identity #but. just throwing that out there.)

[songbirdsingingthings]

Ice Skating - Shouto Todoroki x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO KOHEI HORIKOSHI

DAY SIX OF 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS - 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST - MAIN MASTERLIST

A/N: This is my favorite that I’ve written so far, also I don’t know a ton about ice skating so there might be some inconsistencies with the sport irl <3

Maybe a class 1A trip to the local ice skating rink wasn’t the best idea but it certainly wasn’t a boring one. With each student bundled up and topped off with hats, earmuffs, and insulated headbands, you were all seated and tugging on your skates. Two benches away from yours, you already see trouble stirring. 

“Oi, dunce face, watch your waddling!” Bakugou exclaimed, standing up. In the process he wobbles slightly, but is stabilized by grabbing onto Kirishima’s arm.

“Haha, sorry Bakugou!” A sheepish Denki replies. You smile at the silly interaction and return your focus to lacing up your skates. You’ve always loved skating, ever since you were little, and you did it often enough that your parents had bought you your own pair of skates. You never went super far into the sport but you do know how to do a few jumps and tricks.

“Wow, Y/N, your skates are so pretty!” Uraraka complimented. You flush a bit, looking at what's on your feet compared to the others. The pretty ivory white did look quite stunning next to all the boot-like skates the rest of your classmates were wearing.

“Oh, thank you! They were a Christmas gift a while back.” You stand up with ease and stretch a bit.

“Have you skated before?” Poking out from behind Uraraka, you see Midoriya's face with a curious expression plastered on it.

“Yeah, I got lessons when I was a kid but I didn’t compete or anything. I knew when I got my quirk that I wanted to become a hero but it didn’t hurt to have a hobby.” You say, smiling as Uraraka helped the green haired boy to his feet, red faces exchanged between the two.

“I wonder if Todoroki has ever been ice skating. I mean he does have an ice quirk.” Uraraka wonders. You’re sure that she doesn’t realize that her hand was still holding Midoriya’s, but you make note of it to tell her later.

“Hmm?” A smooth voice questioned from behind you. Speak of the devil, you remark, turning around to see the boy the three of you had been talking about. Wearing a white, loose turtleneck and a soft pair of black pants, he looked great. You get lost in thought for a second but shake your mind from its grasp, flashing him a nice smile.

“We were wondering if you’ve ever been ice skating,” You say, reiterating Uraraka’s previous question. A small smile and... wait was that a blush? flashes across his face.

“I haven’t, actually. This would be a first for me.” He says, looking at the rink through the plastic barriers.

“Well then,” Uraraka starts to say, making her way - as best she could with skates on - over to you. Oh no, I know that tone, you think as she links an arm through yours. “You should ask Y/N to give you some pointers! She was just telling us how she used to skate when she was younger.” You panic a bit on the inside but show no fear on your outward expression. When Uraraka had told you about her crush on Izuku Midoriya a couple months ago, you had shared your small crush on Shouto Todoroki with her. You might be regretting that a little bit now.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Are you okay with that?” He asks you. You see something flicker in his eyes, but not being able to a finger on what it actually was, you let it go.

“Yeah! That’s cool with me!” Mentally facepalming for acting so weirdly casual, you make your way over to the gate. However, everything seems to calm as soon as you step onto the ice. The glossy surface beneath the blades of your skates felt so comforting, melting all of your previous worries. You take a few glides across the ice to get a good feel and turn back to wait for Todoroki. The rest of the class piles onto the ice in an… unorganized fashion, but they all look to be having a good time. You even spot Uraraka and Midoriya skate past you, very discreetly holding hands. This causes a giddy smile to break out over your face.

“They seem close.” Todoroki comments as he starts to shakily enter the rink. This causes a laugh to erupt from you. The red-and-white haired raised an eyebrow and you shake your hands in front of you.

“Sorry, that just caught me off guard. Are you ready to start?” You ask, looking over his stance. While he did stumble a bit as he entered, he seemed to be doing fine now.

“Yeah, uh, how do I move forward?” He asks you, heterochromatic eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones. You smile and skate so that you're parallel to him, granting him a better angle at looking at your movements. 

“To start, I usually push off of my dominant foot like this,” you say, directing his gaze to your preferred foot, stepping forward in a somewhat diagonal angle. You step a few more times and turn back to Todoroki. He nods, his eyes on the ice beneath his skates as he tries to copy your movements and immediately succeeds. He looks up to find your eyes but is graced with a beaming smile. “Wow Todoroki! That was amazing, it took me ages to do it that well,” you praise, skating over to be next to him. The both of you start to glide in a synchronous manner, matching your steps exactly.

“So Uraraka was saying that you did this when you were younger?” He inquires as you make your second round around the perimeter. You nod and smile, effortlessly gliding across the ice. “Did you ever go into competitions?” His second question surprised you a bit. Of course, you had several conversations with each other about non school or hero related things, but him asking about what your younger self liked to do made you blush a bit.

“Oh, uh, I didn’t, no. At the age I was, I wouldn’t be able to compete properly with the other girls.” He nodded but you see that same flicker in his eyes as you did before.

“I used to watch skating competitions with my mother when I was younger. I, um, always thought they were quite beautiful.” You grin at him as you pause at the gate.

“That’s what drew me to the hobby originally. The intricate moves and spins always seemed to capture my attention.” Todoroki immediately agrees with you, leaning against the wall.

“Can you do some of them?” He asks, a small smile gracing your face. You nod, bashfully.

“None of the super cool ones but I can pull off a few doubles.”

“Could you show me?” Your eyes go wide at his request and only get bigger when, from behind you, Uraraka cheers.

“Everyone clear the ice! Y/N is gonna show us her moves!” Red rushes across your face which causes Todoroki to immediately start apologizing.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to put you on the spot-”

“It’s fine, Todoroki. I’d be happy to show you.” Before you step out and glide to the center of the ice, a hand wraps softly around your wrist.

“Shouto.” He says simply, causing an eyebrow of yours to raise in confusion. “Um, call me Shouto.” If you weren’t already grinning then you were definitely beaming at him.

“Then I would like you to call me Y/N.” You swear you see a blush creep up onto his cheeks, but you skate to the center of the ice. That’s when you see that the entire class had stopped to watch what you were doing. A little stage fright, you glance around until your eyes fall back onto Shouto’s. Just his eyes meeting yours results in immediate solace. You start to skate around the middle, gaining speed as you prepare your first jump - a double toe loop. You prep, spin your leg, and jump off of the ice, turning twice in the air before landing. You were honestly proud of yourself - it had been a little while since you practiced these kinds of jumps but you were able to execute them and land almost perfectly. You do a few more jumps, one double axel and one double salchow, before you skate back into the middle and stand there, awaiting your class’ response. You don’t expect the class to erupt in cheers but that’s exactly what happened. You laugh a bit before you scamper off the ice, donning guards to protect your blades.

“Y/N, that was incredible! If I had roses I would throw them all on there!” Uraraka exclaims, her arms thrown around you in a hug. You thank her and give her a grin as you walk towards the water fountain, gaining several pats on the back while the class clambered back onto the ice. All of the class, except for one person.

“I don’t know much about ice skating but I know enough to say that what you did was quite beautiful.” Shouto says, leaning against the wall next to you. A happy expression broke out across your face.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“I was also wondering if…” his sentence trailed off, your happy expression replaced with an eager one now.

“Yes, Shouto?” You urge him, hoping and praying that what he was about to say matched what you had in mind.

“I was wondering if you would like to study with me later tonight, in my dorm.” Now, normally this wouldn’t have been the greatest step for a regular relationship, but for Shouto it was leaps and bounds.

“I would love to.” You respond with a sweet look in your eyes. As the two of you step back out onto the ice, he takes your hand in his - subtly, like what Uraraka and Midoriya had displayed earlier - and starts to skate around with you. A few beats of silence passes which you are happy to break. “Would I be safe to assume that this study session would count as a first date?” You inquire cheekily, looking between him and what was in front of you. Shouto says nothing for a bit but you feel a squeeze in your hand.

“...yes, you would be safe in assuming that.” Oh, what ice skating does to bring out a boy’s courage.

#todoroki shouto #Shoto #Shouto #shoto todoroki #bnha shoto #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #mha todoroki #todoroki shoto x reader #mha shoto #shoto x reader #shouto x reader #shouto todoroki x you #mha shouto x reader #shouto x y/n #todoroki shōto #shoto todoroki x you #todoroki x reader fluff #todoroki x you #shouto fluff #mha fluff #mha imagines #mha fanfiction #mha shouto todoroki #bnha x reader #bnha shoto todoroki #bnha fanfiction #bnha todoroki #todoroki fluff

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Dr. Mystery

Another gift for @siro-cyll​ cuz I have unhealthy obsession with their work and just gotta write fanfiction for it. I also may or may not have an unhealthy desire for more Ford and Mabel bonding content. (By the way, to all of you who liked my last gift, Tiger Stripes, and especially to @siro-cyll​, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart for all of your love and support! I’ve been close to tears so much lately due to your kindness. Just... thank you so much.) Oh! And, S.C., there’s a special little message for you told by your favorite six-fingered fluffy owl; everyone needs a little encouragement and I can’t think of anyone who deserves it more than you. - N.S.

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Ever since the Pines family had returned to Gravity Falls for the summer, Soos and Stan shared the role of Mr. Mystery. It was primarily Soos' responsibility so that Stan could sit in his boxers for as long as he wanted, but every so often - to give the old man something to do or so Soos could work on a project or a repair - it was like the good ole days with the original My. Mystery scamming tourists and a humble handyman making the shack stand strong.

Unfortunately, Soos caught a bad case of the summer flu, and so to try to keep two old men and two young teenagers from getting sick, he quarantined himself in his room and Stan had to fill in the My. Mystery role. It felt good to be back in his old ways for a bit, amazing gullible tourists with made-up attractions; he had been doing this for thirty years, he could do it for a week, right?

Wrong. When it was almost ten o'clock and the first tour was scheduled to happen at eleven, and Stan still wasn't up yet, Mabel decided to wake him up in the best way possible: by attacking him with hugs. She tip-toed in her socks and oversized t-shirt her dad gave her to her grunkle's bedroom and carefully opened the door to prepare her attack, but a nasty cough destroyed her devilish plan and she hurried to Stan's bed.

"Grunkle Stan? Are you okay?" Mabel asked. Stan tried to tell her that he was fine, but she felt his sweaty forehead and gasped, "You've got a fever! Hold on!"

Meanwhile, Ford was sipping his third cup of coffee in the kitchen and reading the newspaper since Stan wasn't awake yet to hog it. He saw Mabel running across the hallway and up the stairs out of the corner of his eye and chose to ignore it; his niece often got excited about little things. His concern only came when she ran past the kitchen again, this time fully dressed in a red skirt and a handmade white sweater with a red cross, a white headband over her hair.

"Mabel, sweetie, what's the matter?" Ford called; Mabel wearing her nurse's sweater was never a good sign. Unless she was playing doctor with Waddles.

She popped back into view, this time with medicine, a washcloth, and a first-aid kit in her arms. "Grunkle Stan is sick." She answered and went off to help.

Ford decided that Mabel needed a capable adult's supervision and he followed her to Stan's bedroom, only to find her responsibility giving Stan a thermometer to hold in his mouth and cooling him down with a damp washcloth; Mabel even put on her stethoscope and listened to her uncle's breathing and heartbeat to see how forced it was. Ford crossed his arms over his chest, leaned against the doorframe, and smiled proudly at his little pumpkin.

"You sound really congested." Mabel commented calmly. "Does anything hurt? How's your head and your tummy?"

"Stomach's fine for now, but my head's poundin'." Stan groaned quietly.

Mabel took the medicine bottle she had brought from the nightstand and read the directions carefully. "Okay, I think you should take this every six hours, only a cap full. Once it starts to relieve pressure and congestion your head should stop hurting."

"Good job, my dear." Ford complimented, recognizing the bottle of syrup and giving her his approval to give it to Stan.

Mabel's cheeks turned rosy and she filled the cap with the appropriate amount of medicine. Then an idea came to mind and she put the medicine back on the nightstand. "Oh! Hold on! I'll be right back." And she hurried past Grunkle Ford and out of the room.

Ford smiled sympathetically at his brother. "So you caught Soos' flu, huh?"

"I'd fire him if I could." Stan growled and ducked his head under the covers.

Ford chuckled at how little Stan had changed from when they were kids; as tough as he was, whenever he was ill he tended to curl up like a bunny and sleep off his virus.

Mabel came back with a glass of water and gently rubbed Stan's shoulder to coax him out from behind the blankets. "You can take your medicine now. You should take it with water so it doesn't taste as yucky."

How can anyone resist smiling at Mabel's kindness? Stan's lips curled upward as he propped himself up on his right elbow and accepted the cap of medicine, took it, and then gratefully had Mabel's glass of water, but he did so after she took the thermometer out of his mouth. "Thanks, pumpkin."

Mabel just smiled at her hero. "You've got a fever of 101.5. Definitely the flu. You should rest and I'll be back at lunchtime with some soup." She packed up her things and left her uncle to rest.

Ford was about to follow her out of the room, but Stan stopped him. "Hey, do me a favor, Sixer, and keep the shack open, okay?"

Ford stared at him. "Excuse me?"

"You know, run the tours. Make sure Wendy does her job. Squeeze every cent you can outta the tourists. The usual business stuff."

Ford put his polydactyl hands up in both surrender and defense. "N-No, Stanley, I can't do that. I'm a lot of things, but a businessman is not one of them."

"I ain't askin' you to own the Mystery Shack - which in a way you kinda already do - I'm just asking you to hold down the fort until Soos or I are back in the game." Stan groaned and closed his eyes, laying on his back, and he waved his hand in the air casually. "C'mon, you're an anomaly expert, right? Just tell 'em about some freaky safe weird thing and do it with some dramatic flare."

"But…"

"Grunkle Ford," Mabel whispered as she returned and held his hand. "C'mon, we gotta let him rest. You don't wanna get sick, do you?"

Ford let her walk him out of Stan's bedroom and she closed the door behind him, the scientist's stage-fright giving him tunnel vision. Just as the sweater-twins were at the bottom of the stairs, Dipper came down in his orange t-shirt and gray shorts, pinching at his stiff eyes.

"Dipper," Mabel called to get his attention. "About time, sleepy-head! Anyway, Grunkle Stan is sick, so we need to work extra super-duper hard to keep the shack open!"

Dipper, coming to his senses, said, "Great, do I need to be Mystery Jr. again?"

"Nope! You're gonna help manage the tours so Grunkle Ford can lead them!"

"You got it." Dipper pulled out a pencil and a notepad from his shorts and got to work. "I'll help Wendy with the ticket sales and I'll pull from Soos' spare attractions to fill up the shack today."

Ford shook his head to clear it. "Dipper, my boy, if you have done this of all before, perhaps you should…"

"Nah, ah, ah." Mabel said gently, shaking a finger. "Grunkle Stan asked you to run the shack, not Dippin'-Dots. Besides, it'll be good for you to try something new! Now go hurry and get dressed!" And she and her twin went into the kitchen to plan the day.

Ford sighed and went into his room; he supposed he could last one day, right?

In the back of his closest, hidden by the many colorful sweaters Mabel had made for him (she claimed that he was her favorite model), Ford had a spare suit to replace the one Stan had stolen from him after disappearing on the other side of the portal. He shed his red sweater and changed into the formal attire, unsure of what to do for a tie. Guessing Mabel knew where one of Stan's ties were, he put on his white button-up, gray vest, and slipped on his black coat while he looked for her.

Mabel emerged from the living room and stared at her uncle with shining eyes, then let out a very "fangirly" scream. "Grunkle Ford! You look amazing! Wow! You might just steal Stan's title as the silver fox in the family!" Mabel giggled at her joke while Ford's entire face turned beet-red. "Here, I made these for you." She held out a maroon fez and matching neck-tie, but the fez, rather than a crescent, had a golden six-fingered hand, and the tie had a golden six-fingered hand pin. "The best way to be Mr. Mystery is to be you."

Ford smiled affectionately and was starting to feel a little better about this whole thing. He got on one knee and accepted the gifts. "Thank you, Mabel. I think these will suit me just fine."

"No pun intended?" Mabel asked, making Ford laugh as he tied on his neck tie and let his pin show proudly. She helped by putting the fez on the top of his fluffy hair, running her little fingers through his charcoal-fluff. She pressed her lips and hands together and squealed again. "Eck! I gotta get my camera!"

"Mabel, no…" But she was gone.

Ford sighed and stood. He turned to look at the mirror and examine his appearance. He did look… nice? Maybe. Possibly. Mabel seemed to think so and she had exquisite taste. Ford decided to ignore the fact that her opinion was biased since they were family and he also decided that his little shooting star might be right.

"Grunkle Ford!" Mabel's voice ringed like cheerful bells, and when he looked her way he was blinded by a flash of light. Mabel got a polaroid of her fluffy, floofy, flustered old nerd whom she admired dearly. She grinned at the picture and claimed, "I never miss a scrapbook-ortunity! I'm gonna go add this to our family scrapbook! Dipper's ready for you in the gift shop!" And she skipped away to work on her arts-n'-crafts.

Ford took in a deep breath and reminded himself that it was only for one day as he walked towards the shop. Dipper had planned out a good schedule for the tours, bringing back nostalgic attractions as well as some new ones. First, the rock-that-looks-like-a-face had been brought inside to start off the tour; then a collection of rare and exotic (probably fake) pictures, like of bigfoot or of horses riding horses (Ford wasn't sure if that picture was PG); then the "ugliest creatures known to man" gag; then shells of a dinosaur egg (which Ford was pretty sure was legitimate and from Stan Jr.); and then finally the sack of mystery.

When Ford left to greet the arriving tourists at eleven o'clock, Wendy asked Dipper as she flipped through her magazine, "You have a backup-plan, right?"

"Oh, totally." Dipper said and replaced his pinetree-hat with an eyepatch.

Ford took in a deep breath and then gave his little audience a toothy grin (he was lucky that it was flu season and there weren't a lot of tourists today). He just had to be like the original Mr. Mystery. He could do that, right?

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to my humble Mystery Shack! I, Mr. Mystery, will gladly give you a tour so you may gaze at many abnormal wonders that plague my home." Ford gestured to the rock. "Behold! Rock That Looks Like a Face rock: the rock that looks like a face!" And he grinned nervously; his anxiety was starting to increase subtlety.

"Does it look like a rock?" An old lady asked, adjusting her glasses.

"Um… n-no." Ford's confidence was starting to fade. "It's a rock that looks like a face."

"Is it a face?" A chubby boy with a lollipop asked.

"N-No, it only looks like a face."

"But where did it come from?"

"Was it once a face?"

"Is that what we look like when we're dead?"

The questions kept on coming; this normally wouldn't have bothered Ford so much, he lived to seek out answers, but these were questions he could not answer nor could he investigate to find the answers; he was expected to know what to say on the spot; Stan could do that, but Ford could not. He swallowed as his skin paled.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

The group turned to find a boy in a suit with an eyepatch and his hair combed back. They gasped and admired the adorable Mystery Jr., having heard of him from last summer, and the tourists hurried to him, leaving Ford free to breathe heavily and try to relax.

"Thank you, thank you all for coming!" Dipper started to lead the group to the next room. "You'll quickly notice the numerous attractions we keep here, but some weirdness we could only capture through pictures! Be amazed, at our Hall of Photos!"

Ford slipped away as cameras flashed and gullible tourists were entertained. He wiped his sweaty face with a handkerchief and he realized what happened; he got stage-fright, inconvenienced by the slightest change, choked, and his own nephew had to swoop in and save him. Ford was incredibly flustered and embarrassed and decided to get some water from the kitchen.

He found Mabel there, wearing an apron over her nurse's sweater, and she stood on a step-stool in front of the stove, mixing a big pot. She smiled sympathetically when she heard her uncle come in. "Hey, how did it go?"

"Horribly, my dear." Ford groaned and filled himself a glass of water from the sink. "I just couldn't do it. I know Stan asked me to do it, but I think it would be best if Dipper continued to handle the tourists. I would be happy to assist in some other way, but I'm no Mr. Mystery. I'm nothing like Stanley."

Mabel paused her work, tapping the wooden spoon on the side of the pot to shake off some broth, and she turned to look at him. "Grunkle Ford, that's not true. You're very much like Grunkle Stan; you're both sweet and handsome and strong and very brave."

Ford turned red and hid the bottom-half of his face in his cup. "Th-Thank you, Mabel." He stuttered.

"And it's okay that's you're not like him. More than okay." Mabel insisted as she moved to where chopped vegetables laid and she scooped some up into her hands. "We never wanted you to be. At least I never wanted you to be. You're supposed to be Dr. Mystery, not Mr. Mystery. Look, being weird and being different is awesome cuz it gives you a chance to be yourself. You have to give the tours your way. Get open, get honest with yourself, invent your own way of doing things, no matter what others think. Leave people confused by how awesome you are; that's what it's supposed to mean to be Mr. Mystery."

Ford's eyes were round and shining like stars as he stared at his niece, who plopped the veggies into the soup and stirred them in. "M-Mabel Pines, that… that was very wise and mature of you. When did you learn all of that?"

"Somewhere between fighting an unholy triangle and getting my braces taken off." Mabel joked, grinning to display her braces-less teeth. "Oh! Maybe my braces held back my wisdom and whatnot! We should sue my dentist for everything he's got!"

Ford laughed, feeling much better than he has felt all day.

Mabel tasted her homemade chicken soup and said, "Lunch is almost ready. Want some? I made plenty to share."

Ford smiled and nodded. "Thank you, my dear. I will be back in a moment to join you for lunch." And he left for his room again.

Mabel was right; Ford had been trying to hold a false image of himself, an image he didn't have because his twin had it, and really he just needed to be himself. Ford tossed the fez on his couch and saw the white lab coat on his desk-chair. He smiled and exchanged that for his suit-jacket. He smiled, much more comfortable in his trenchcoat-like attire with his gray vest and white button-up, and he adjusted the pin Mabel had given him; he would always treasure that tiny six-fingered hand. Ford went back into the kitchen just as his niece was leaving with a tray holding a bowl of soup and a glass of orange juice and she grinned and nodded in approval.

After a pleasant lunch with Mabel, another tour was scheduled. Dipper offered to take this one, but Ford claimed he had it under control and he knew just what to do this time.

"Now, many of you may have had a friend owe you money or have won poker and someone couldn't pay you right away," Dr. Mystery said eerily, his back to the audience. "But have you ever had The Mothman owe you money?!" And he spun around, his fluffy hair a little extra floofy due to the sudden movement, and he gestured to an inky drawing of the odd creature.

The tourists gasped and clapped and took pictures. "What happened?" A little girl asked with a lisp, reminding the doctor of someone very dear to him, and he cleared his throat.

"I'm glad you asked that, my dear. It all began thirty-two years ago in a strange place long-forgotten…" And he began his storytelling, entrancing his audience and enjoying their captivated attention.

The rest of the day the fluffy, nerdy owl did an amazing job entertaining the tourists with his stories and evidence to back it up, and he even brought in some of his "mad scientist" experiments and had some kids help him mix colorful liquids in beakers so they made bright, harmless, explosions. The tourists were also delighted by their tourguide's extra fingers; never before had Ford been surrounded by so many people who were delighted and happy to see his birth defect, asking questions he could confidently answer and showing how well he could do shadow puppets. Dr. Mystery was a huge hit, and when Mabel watched him smiling and laughing at the last tour of the day she was reminded of that Bob Dry the Science Guy, those videos her science class sometimes put on and it would make the whole class freak out.

As the tourists walked away with boxes full of merchandise from the shop, babbling about what a great time they had, Dr. Mystery waved them away, wiggling his six fingers, and he called, "Remember, we put the 'fun' in 'no refunds'!"

Mabel snuck up behind him and hugged him. Ford jumped, but turned to hug her back. "That was great, Grunkle Ford! I'm really proud of you!"

"Thank you so much, Mabel." Ford got on one knee to be eye-level with her. "You really inspired me to be the best me I can be, and I have no one to thank but you. You truly have a gift."

Mabel's cheeks were rosy again; she hugged Ford around his neck and he hugged her in return, rubbing her back and combing her beautiful long brown hair. She snuck a kiss on his cheek before skipping away to check on Stan. Ford's eyes were misty as his fingertips gently grazed the spot on his face where Mabel had kissed him; He then grinned and left the gift shop, confident that Dr. Mystery would be available tomorrow.

#GF #gravity falls #ford pines #mabel pines #yes Yes YES #MORE SWEATER-TWINS BONDING #and if any one of you sickos tag this as shipping i will demolish you #siro-cyll #fanfiction #sorry i don't know how to make the pictures smaller #and i just now learned to how activate the keep reading button #yay

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Wallflower: Chapter 5 - The Long Day

Raihan x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Note: This is my first Pokemon fanfic. I hope you enjoy it :) Originally posted on Archive of Our Own.

Summary: You’re an unassuming Pokemon breeder who works at the nursery in the Wild Area and he’s Raihan, the fearsome gym leader of Hammerlocke who has more than a million followers.

You don’t want anything to do with him but he’s…persistent.

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Lemon, smut, violence, language

THE LONG DAY

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It's been a long day.

A match has just finished. He lost, again. The gym challenger jumps up and down happily whilst he recalls his fainted Duraludon and the sandstorm subsides. There's sand in his eyes but he forces himself to blink through it. The crowd's cheers gradually die down as both challengers make their way to the middle of the pitch and shake hands.

"Congrats." Raihan says, before he goes over his rehearsed line. He's said it so many times, he's lost count. He hands out the Dragon badge, gives them a TM as a gift and sends the gym challenger along their merry little way. He'll also keep his eyes peeled whether the gym challenger makes it to the finals or not.

The audience leaves, the stadium grows quiet and Raihan retires to the changing rooms where he pulls off his hoodie, leaving himself in his dragon uniform, plops himself down on a cold, hard bench, removes his headband and checks his phone. He goes through his selfies and opens his trusted app, uses the filters and chooses which one suits his liking. When he's finished with the minor edits, he posts it up on his account and a slew of likes and comments appear within several seconds of being uploaded.

'Great match, Raihan!'

'Loser'

'Ur so hot my king <333'

'Lost again, huh? not surprised'

''I get how u like to use weather in ur battles - sandstorm, rain, hail - but that was a pure shitstorm'

'Sending u so much luv, ur ma precious bby (ง︡'-'︠)ง'

’DADDY’

'Marry me!!!'

'Maybe if u spent more time training ur pokemon rather than taking selfies, u wouldn't b a shitty trainer. Just sayin ¯\_(ツ)_/¯'

'can I suck ur cock??'

The comments are mixed, needless to say. He scrolls down the growing list until he spots one from a fan with a username that seems familiar to him. The message says 'Plz go 2 Spikemuth??? I know u lost but I’ll always b ur biggest fan'.

Huh. Interesting. He hadn't been to Spikemuth for a long time and he hadn't seen Piers for a while either. Checking his Rotom calendar, he sees that he doesn't have any matches scheduled until next week. Maybe he should go and unwind, take a quick break. Replying to the message, he says 'Great idea!'. He doesn't even need to pack anything because he'll just be there for one night; instead, he merely books a return ticket from Hammerlocke to Circhester online and grabs his hotel keycard. Being a gym leader meant he had several privileges, including a twenty four seven hotel room courtesy of Macro Cosmos in Hotel Ionia.

Once he arrives in Spikemuth, it's already nighttime and he hits the nightclub after visiting Piers. He doesn't remember the name of the club but he frequents it and before he enters, he snaps another photo of himself and uploads it.

Inside, the nightclub is bustling. He's used to this type of scene and he goes to the bar, orders a drink. The first drink is on the house because he comes here so often. Although he's alone, he's approached various times by attractive women of all shapes and sizes who take selfies with him. In almost every photo, they stick their tongue out and do the peace sign. The amount of people who recognise him and go up to him as the night goes on makes him a little exhausted, so he doesn't stay in one area of the club for long, opting to change seats often. As soon as he's changed seats for the umpteenth time, he's immediately approached by a girl in a black dress; she's very attractive and slim.

"Hi." She says coolly, looking at him through half-hooded eyes.

"Hey." He replies, taking a sip of his drink.

"What are you doing here?"

He shrugs.

She smiles widely. "I'm Louisa. Are you gonna buy me a drink or you gonna leave me hanging?"

He takes another sip of his drink and settles the glass on the counter. "Sure."

Calling the bartender over by waving his hand lazily, Louisa excitedly takes the seat beside him and he allows her to order what she wants. It's something expensive but he puts it on his tab. For a few minutes or so, they chat and flirt, and she orders more and more drinks and her words become garbled and she asks him invasive questions which he’s used to, then she tells him she wants to be as rich and famous as he is and asks him for his secret. When he tells her there is no secret, her demeanour changes - she rubs her foot against the length of his leg before she slips out of her barstool and tugs at his hand playfully, inviting him to dance. He lets her take the lead and once on the dance floor, she begins grinding against his hips and taking his hands with hers and putting them on her waist.

Louisa's pulling some pretty bold moves but he finds himself looking away and it's then Raihan spots a girl sitting amongst a group of women in one corner who are chatting loudly; he remembers that interview he did recently and this girl - he has never seen her before and she is definetely not a gym challenger either - but she fits everything he described. He can't help but stare. She's wearing a tight, black dress which she doesn't seem to be comfortable in as she sits at the very edge, looking rather lost as she holds her drink in hand. She doesn't even look like she's enjoying herself. He watches her for a few moments or so, noticing how she lifts a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and glance at her companions before she shifts her gaze to her lap. She's clearly not at home here. Raihan stares at her for a little longer than intended, drinking in the sight of her until Louisa steps on his foot with her pencil heel.

"Oh! I'm so sorry - " She says, before she immediately slams a hand over her mouth and rushes away - and promptly projectile vomits all over the floor. Looks like someone’s had too much to drink. She collapses and some concerned members of the public go help her out.

After making sure she's okay, he watches as she's carried out and returns to his seat and orders another drink. He downs it in one sip and wipes his mouth, finding his eyes glued on this other girl who’s captured his eye and piqued his interest; he sees her leaving her seat and walking towards his direction. It appears she's been asked to order drinks because she's the only one sober. Raihan watches her; she walks right past him, not even batting an eyelid.

What the Bidoof? She totally ignored him!

Doesn't she know who he is???

He observes her as she returns to her seat, balancing three drinks on a tray which her friends end up making her drink. A while later, she seems to be drunk as well because she heads to the dancefloor on her own, looking around and swaying slightly. Raihan finishes another drink and his head's throbbing too but what the hell - he wants to talk to her so he heads over and once he reaches her, he slides an arm around her waist and she looks up.

"Hi, do you wanna dance?"

She squints her eyes at him; she didn't hear him over the loud music. "...What?"

He repeats his question.

"I don't...I don't talk to strangers." She manages to slur out.

He's fairly amused; she's so cute, like a little Skitty with her pink cheeks and somewhat dazed expression. "I'm not a stranger, I'm Raihan."

"Who?"

He pauses, momentarily stunned.

Then he grins.

A girl who doesn't know him.

What are the odds, really?

...

Present.

There's a team of investigators at your house; the box has been removed and they opened it.

A pokemon's heart was inside.

You didn't see it but these men dressed in white came and took something red and fleshy out and deposited it into an icebox. The date has ended miserably; you sit on your sofa with the front door open as Looker’s team scour the rest of your house but the culprit is long gone. After taking down your testimony, you wonder what's going to happen next - Looker speaks to a man in scruffy shorts, flip flops, t-shirt, cap and sunglasses. People would've thought this man was a hobo but it was actually Chairman Rose in his civilian disguise. You can't hear what they're talking about but it can't be good. His secretary stands stiffly in silence with her hands clasped together, looking rather solemn.

Raihan sits beside you and you're stuck in his embrace. He's been hugging you the entire time but you feel he needs a hug more than you do because no-one should be facing this alone and also, you are grateful he's here so you wrap your arms around his waist and when you look up at him, he smiles at you reassuringly and pecks you on the forehead before snuggling you, and you do the same. It feels good to be in his arms, even though the date is over and there’s random men in your house, going through your things and trampling over your nice pristine carpet with their mucky boots.

Luckily, your Pokemon were fine - you flung open your door and when you saw Drifloon and Phantump in the living room, you pulled them into a hug and returned them to their pokeballs. Then you looked around for Espie and found her sleeping in your closet so you quickly returned her safely into her ball as well. Poliwag never left the bathroom and was swimming in your bathtub which he had filled with water so you quickly recalled him too. You tucked all your pokeballs into your safe box and counted them  three more times just incase. Everyone's accounted for. Thank Arceus, your Pokemon are unharmed. You will call Glenn later and ask if he can pop by your house and look after your Pokemon if he’s free.

What a shit way to end the first date you have with Raihan. You'll remember this for the rest of your life. Oh boy, what a story to tell the grandkids. Jokes aside, the Chairman's presence here doesn't bode well because you know once he finishes talking to Looker, he will probably speak to the both of you. This is bigger than you, Raihan and Looker...no matter how much you wanted to keep the Dusclops in the closet. More and more people are getting involved and will find out about the one night stand. This is humiliating.

Groaning, you close your eyes and Raihan hugs you even tighter than before that your lungs might pop. "Are you okay?" He's asked you that question a few times now.

You're not okay and you don't know whether to humour him or not, so you utter, "This isn't the first time I've seen a dead pokemon. Did I tell you that too?" Sarcastic, cynical response it is. He doesn't deserve it but you can't help yourself in this situation.

"Yeah," He replies (thank goodness he's not offended), "I'm sorry I got you involved."

"It's not your fault."

You resume your cuddling but it's cut short when Chairman Rose finishes talking to Looker and begins heading towards your house and enters through the front door. His secretary follows silently. Immediately, you climb out of his lap, allowing Raihan to stand up and you follow his example, except you begin to tremble slightly until Raihan squeezes your hand. Once Rose is directly in front of you, he exchanges glances between the two of you before he smiles warmly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Rose and I'm the Chairman of the Pokemon League. You must be Raihan's new belle." He says.

Belle? Like the character from the popular, classical movie, Beauty and the Buzzwole? This guy is kind of weird. There's something off about him but you can't just put your finger on it.

Before you can even speak, Rose turns to the gym leader and adds, "Raihan, it's been a while since we last saw each other; usually I have no business in your affairs but this time....well, where do I even begin?" He's smiling but you don't think this conversation is heading to a good direction.

"Chairman Rose." Raihan greets him; he's different when dealing with this man. He's more stoic and serious. "We're taking care of it. I've got Looker helping us."

"I'm taking your word for it, but I'm disappointed in you. Get this sorted out right now. This could ruin everything I've worked for and I'm not taking any chances. Why else do you think the paparazzi aren't going crazy over this? I'm paying them to keep their mouths closed."

Raihan's expression doesn't change. "I'm aware."

"I'm glad you understand the severity of the circumstances here." With that, Rose turns and leaves. The tight-lipped woman doesn't say anything and follows after him.

There's a brief silence between the two of you until Raihan sits down on the sofa again.

"Raihan?" You mutter; he keeps his eyes trained on the floor but he looks up when you sit down beside him. "What did he mean? Is...is that why...when the photo of us got posted online, it just vanished the next day? I mean, okay, I guess it's a godsend something else came up but...did Chairman Rose really pay the press off? I'm sure that man won't do things for free......Is it coming from your pay cut?" Although you're not sure exactly how Raihan's making money - either from being sponsored by various companies or individuals, or from his social media - you're not sure but now that you think about it... well, you didn't think about it until now.

He nods.

Oh, shit. Your lip trembles slightly and you rub your elbow awkwardly. "Oh, Raihan."

"It's fine. I didn't want you to worry or get hurt." Raihan says, smiling gently before he reaches for your hand, entwining your fingers with his. You gaze at him worriedly and when he drops the smile, you carefully pull your hand free from his and taking a deep breath, you attempt to calm your thundering heart as you awkwardly slide your arms around him. This is your first time taking the initiative and your cheeks feel warmer than usual. He realises this too and he looks at you in surprise before you give him a squeeze. So... here you are, showing affection and care.

"I think it's best if we lay low after this." You mutter, "Chairman Rose is right. This is getting worse...and your career might be ruined. It's not worth it."

In response, he gives you a tight squeeze.

You hear someone clearing your throat and that's when you both throw your glances over. It's Looker; he looks slightly disgruntled. "Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to check if you’re both okay.”

“Thanks, Looker,” Raihan replies, "We're fine."

”Good.”

As he begins to leave, his Rotom hovers into the air and exclaims, "Bzzzt! Confirmed visual! Suspect is at Rose Tower!"

"Thanks, Rotom. Let's go."

You turn to Raihan and your gazes meet. "...Should we go with him?"

....

Looker leaves Ballonlea and makes his way to Rose Tower; arriving at reception, he shows the receptionist his badge and proceeds to tell her he's looking for someone. He gives a name - a female's - and the receptionist checks internal employee records and informs him this particular employee is located on the fifteenth floor, belonging to the IT department. Looker thanks her and enters the awaiting lift. He's only been to Rose Tower a few occasions and discovers it's quite a sterile environment. He watches various Macro Cosmos employees walking around, all donned in the casual, cool uniform, with the hat and shades and the funky-looking triangle shaped pokeball holders stuck to their hips. They're all role model trainers - friendly, intelligent and hip.

Rotom did an excellent job - Raihan's biggest fan is a Marco Cosmos employee who lives in Spikemuth. It was typical - drunk father, dilapidated environment, hundreds of photos of Raihan in her room... This will be over soon.

Once the lift doors open, Looker finds the next reception desk and asks the lady for the girl and where she sits; the lady asks if she should call her - Looker says no, but asks for access inside - the lady kindly grants permission to enter the IT floor using her pass. Once inside, there are rows and rows of desks in open plan all filled with large computer screens - many employees are looking at two or four screens at one time, tip-tapping away rapidly into their computers. There's numerous Porygon floating around but they don't pay attention to him.

Looker goes up to a random employee and asks if he knows where the girl is. The employee tells him that she's at a booth and points down the hallway. Looker curses and makes his way as quickly as he can to the hot desk area where he sees a lone girl with her back to him, sitting at one of the terminals. Looks like she's in the middle of uploading something. Shit, it's not the video, right? A Banette stands beside her and once it senses Looker's arrival, it tugs on her elbow and hisses, a rattling noise emitting from its body.

"Stop!" Looker yells; he's just a few feet from her and the girl abruptly turns round in her swivel chair. "Don't do it."

It's a young girl; maybe even younger than Raihan's current girlfriend. Looker wasn't sure what to exactly expect but she seems perfectly normal. "Who...who are you??" She demands, clearly stunned by his arrival.

"Don't do it." Looker says sternly; he doesn't bother with any introductions. "I know who you are and what you did. Are you sure you want to do this to Raihan?" Looker points to the computer where the screen is frozen with the commands 'Confirm' or 'Cancel' and she throws her glance to the monitor. "Do you have it in your heart to do something like this to him? Is this something you really want to do? Think about it. If you press that button, you'll ruin everything he's worked for and you know he's worked hard to get to where he is now."

The girl looks annoyed at his words, "I-I don't know what you're talking about. Please leave."

"I went to your home and spoke to your father, and I found the hotel room with the slot behind the light switch where you put the camera. We know what you did to the Deerling. Do you really want to go through with this?"

He's expecting some kind of angry response, some form of retaliation to his claims. However, she merely closes her eyes, re-opens them and says, "You don't understand, nobody does. If I don't do this then he won't even bat an eyelid at me. I did everything for him. He is my everything. I've done everything for him and it's still not enough. He didn't see me at all. He doesn't see me...why doesn't he see me? I do so much for him. I comment on every video and photo, I go to as many matches as I can, I changed myself, I changed my hair, my eyes - but it didn't work, nothing did."

"And are you happy with yourself? With who and what you have become?"

She grows silent.

"You aren't, are you? You probably don't recognise yourself anymore. You probably don't even know who you are anymore. Deep inside, you know this is wrong."

"She was one step ahead. It should've been me, it was supposed to be me."

"But it wasn't. And now you're angry, you're upset and betrayed."

"Yes."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

A brief silence spawns before she casts her morose gaze to the floor. She utters, "He helped me get up every morning....helped me get through the day. If it wasn't for him, I probably would've killed myself a long time ago."

"I understand." Looker replies, "If you really love him, then you would forgive him."

Before the girl can say anything, however, there's the sound of footsteps approaching and Looker turns to see Raihan and his girlfriend standing at the hallway along with a random Macro Cosmos employee - looks like they've just arrived and everyone seems stunned to see each other.

Chaos ensues:

"What's going on here?!" The Marco Cosmos employee demands.

"Goddamnit, what the hell are you two doing here?!" Looker barks angrily; he rarely loses his cool, but this...? Motherfurret!

"What the...what is she doing here?!" The obsessed fan begins to screams; her calm demeanour vanishes at once and her expression turns murderous as she glances at Banette. "Go Banette, attack! Use Shadow Ball!" She promptly turns to the computer and Looker fumbles for a pokeball.

"Growlithe, stop her!" He throws the capsule and releases the puppy pokemon who immediately dashes over and bites on the sleeve of her uniform, pulling her arm away from the mouse but she's able to start the upload.

Banette's Shadow Ball hurtles towards the gym leader's direction; Raihan releases his Duraludon to shield his girlfriend whilst he also throws himself over her. She cannot react in time to Banette's attack but a pokeball stuck to her waist opens up and a burst of light appears, revealing another pokemon that blocks the attack along with Duraludon - it's a Garchomp - and it immediately retaliates with a Dragon Claw, knocking the Banette out in one smooth hit. Looker rushes up to the desk and grabs the mouse, cancelling the upload before it reaches one hundred per cent. Banette's attack bounces off Duraludon and the room grows silent.

”No, Banette!” The obsessed fan screams as Growlithe tugs her away from the computer and Looker quickly pulls out the USB device. With her other hand, she grabs a pokeball off her belt and tosses it forwards, “Druddigon, go!"

As a massive pokemon appears and attacks Growlithe, she is released and she quickly returns her fainted Banette into an Ultra ball before making a run for it. Looker chases after her as she disappears into the emergency exit.

...

"Beldum, use Take Down!"

From that day on, you took Beldum outside to train everyday. The mountains near your home was an ideal place and after a few days of scouring, you found a small patch of grass containing weak pokemon which you could use to train Beldum, namely Trapinch who are at a level much lower than Beldum. You direct Beldum when to attack and avoid and when the Trapinch faints, you jump and down on the spot with joy.

"Yay! You did it!"

Beldum turns to you, eye curling with happiness. You can't always tell what it's thinking but you know it enjoys training. You can also feel it's growing stronger as the days pass. Beldum is not strong enough to face other pokemon so you only have him face Trapinch and so far, you're also noticing that his attack stats are getting stronger compared to his others.

"Phew! Let's go home!" You exclaim, "It's been a long day."

Beldum nods in agreement. You've used up all your potions to keep his health up; no worries though, because Glenn will be going to the pokemart tomorrow and you can ask him to buy some for you. As you return Beldum to his pokeball, suddenly it disappears from your hand and you're shoved from behind. Landing on the ground, your knees scraping in process, you look up to see a group of boys on their bikes who are clutching Beldum's pokeball. Urgh, if it isn't Graham and his little gang.

"Hey! Give me him back!" You yell angrily as you get up wobbly. Your knees are bleeding and so are your palms, but Beldum was more of your concern.

"You want him? Then come get 'im!" Graham exclaims, before he starts pedalling away on his bike. His cronies follow and you growl under your breath, grabbing the handlebars of your bike and lifting it off the ground. You follow the boys as fast as you could go, going deeper and deeper into the forest and up a steep mountain path until you see them up ahead and looks like they've ditched their bikes to crouch in front of some bushes; once you arrive, you climb off your bike and run up to them, furious.

Before you can even yell, Graham grabs you and slaps his grubby hand over your mouth, silencing you. "Shhhh! It'll hear you!" He hisses and you blink, wide-eyed.

He drags you towards the rest of his group where they're spying on a large dragon pokemon in a cave that is hunched over a Deerling... it's a small, feeble thing - and your eyes widen as you see the large pokemon smash the Deerling's head into the ground and it lets out a weak but horrifying, pained bleat until it stops moving. Growling low, the massive dragon pokemon begins to sink its jaws into its body and tear at the flesh. Using it's massive claws, it proceeds to tear the body apart and you see nothing but blood and entrails. The boys are staring, transfixed, whilst you watch in horror. You try to escape but Graham's grip on you is too strong as he forces you to watch, much to your disgust.

"W-what is it?" One of the boys asks.

"I think it's a Druddigon."

"And it's eating that Deerling!"

In unison, they all coo in awe even though you're horrified and repulsed and you try to escape once more, your foot stepping over a twig and causing it to snap loudly.  Everyone gasps as the Druddigon immediately turns its head to your direction and the boys make a run for it; Graham lets go of you and pushes you to the ground once more and your head smacks against the dirt. As you sit up, your vision is slightly blurred as you watch the boys grabbing their bikes and pedal away, leaving you behind. You don't know where Beldum is until it appears in a burst of light and hovers in front of you protectively.

"Beldum!" You exclaim with relief. Glancing around, you find Beldum's discarded pokeball and grab it, just as a massive shadow covers your form and you look up to see the huge Druddigon before you. It lets out an insanely loud roar and you scream, throwing your arms over your head to brace for impact -

- but nothing happens.

Lowering your arms, you glance over to see a small blue pokemon with a red tummy that has stopped the Druddigon in its rage; it stands alongside your Beldum, facing off against the dragon. It waves it's little arms and snaps its jaws as it attempts to kick sand at the Druddigon and you know it's using Sand Attack.

A Gible?

Standing up, you know neither of the pokemon are a match against the Druddigon so you recklessly grab your Beldum and the Gible and take off running.

....

Oh crumbs, Looker had almost calmed down the culprit but your group ruined it by waltzing into the scene. Neither of you were aware, of course; you and Raihan had merely arrived at Rose Tower and asked if anyone had seen Looker. A kind Macro Cosmos employee said yes and agreed to take you over to see him. However, the moment you saw that Druddigon and fear gripped you like ice. It's been a long time since you've been afraid and you’re brought to your senses when you hear Garchomp growling and you blink, turning to him.

"Chompy?"

Garchomp emits another growl; you know he's asking if you're okay.

"Yes, I'm fine. Sorry about that. Thanks for saving me."

He nods and then turns to the Druddigon.

Ah, that's right. A Gible came to save you that day. It just came out from nowhere and once you successfully ran away from the Druddigon, it decided to stay with you and Beldum. Ever since you added Gible to your team, you trained him until he evolved into a Garchomp and now he's one of your most reliable fighters along with Metagross. You smile fondly at Garchomp as he waddles in front of you and you quickly come to realise that Raihan's Duraludon is fighting the Druddigon; he's whittled down the Druddigon's health until it's weak and you hastily issue a command to finish it off: “Garchomp, use Dragon Claw.” You instruct, and your pokemon strikes down your opponent with speed and strength like no other.

Druddigon is quickly knocked out and Raihan turns to you and your pokemon, grinning. "We make a good team."

You're not sure what to think - Looker was handling it fine without you two. "We shouldn't have come. What were we thinking? We're not ten years old anymore. I'm too old for this." You reply, and Raihan chuckles. Turning to the Macro Cosmos employee who has escorted you to Looker, you see he's busy on the phone informing his superiors about an emergency - also, the entire IT hot desk area is in complete disarray. Your skirmish with Banette and Drudiggon has resulted in many upturned computers and chairs and a few broken desks.

"C'mon, we need to help Looker." Raihan says, reaching for your hand.

You nod and you both recall your pokemon, then head towards the direction where Looker and the girl sprinted off to.

Adrenaline pumps through your veins and your pulse is racing. This is definitely a date to remember. You're going to remember this day for a long time. You reach the emergency exit, opening the doors where you see the stairs as well as three lifts. It's eerily silent - if Looker was chasing the girl, you would hear them, right? Two of the lifts are heading up, so naturally you assume they've taken the lift - looks like it's going to the very top floor - and you and Raihan immediately jump into the third lift once it arrives and take it all the way up. This very exciting moment is temporarily put on hold as you stand side by side and listen to dingy elevator music on your way to the top; Raihan even attempts to take a selfie. He tries to include you in the photo too but you're not in the mood for photos so you politely decline.

Once the doors slide to an open, action rears it's ugly head again - you and Raihan find yourself in a huge outdoor arena; the air here is terribly chilly and you can feel strong gusts of wind blowing from the stands. Your breath comes out in short puffs and you begin to shiver but you see Looker and the obsessed fan ahead; they have finished a pokemon battle with Looker recalling his fainted pokemon. You and Raihan rush up to him but he holds his arm out.

"Don't do anything rash." He warns, and you take note of the obsessed fan who is standing a distance away. The moment she sees Raihan, and her eyes widen with fright.

"Thanks, Looker. What's her name?"

Looker tells him.

"Thanks, I'll talk to her." Raihan mutters.

"Wait, don't - " You and Looker speak in unison, but Raihan is already walking towards her. You help Looker stand on his feet and you both watch Raihan approach the girl. The atmosphere feels terse, thick with tension.

"Hi," He says, smiling, "You're my biggest fan, right?"

"Y-yes, I am." Strange, she's very timid all of a sudden.

He says her name and she nods.

"You....you know my name?"

"Of course I do."

She clamps a hand over her mouth in shock before tears begin bubbling in her eyes.

"Thanks for supporting me. If it weren't for you, for all of you, things could've turned out a lot differently for me. Thanks for being there for me. I get a lot of harsh comments, but you've always cheered me on. Thank you."

She nods vigorously. "Yes, yes, of course I will!!! You're so important to me, I-I - " She clutches her chest, "I can't believe this, you're...you-you're actually talking to me. I-I've always imagined this! And it's really happening!" She can't seem to control herself now as she splutters and stutters before she reaches for him. She wants to touch him and she begins making her way towards him. Raihan doesn't move, allowing her to approach. What the hell?! You try to interrupt but it's too late - as soon as she's in arm's length of him, you see her pulling a knife from behind her and Raihan doesn't realise -

You release Garchomp from his pokeball and he executes a Slash, causing the knife to go clattering out from her hand. She whips her head to you, furious; Raihan exchanges glances between the two of you whilst Looker hurriedly collects the knife.

"I challenge you to a pokemon battle!" You find yourself yelling out; you need to avert her attention from Raihan or else she'll try to pull a stunt like that again should she get the chance. Enraged, the obsessed fan accepts the challenge, grabs a pokeball from her belt and releases her pokemon. It's a Garchomp, too.

"Garchomp, use Dragon Tail!" She directs her pokemon to attack first.

"Outrage!" You yell, and you watch as both Garchomp lunge at each other. You will show no mercy. The moment they clash and you wince as the Dragon Tail connects with your pokemon; your Garchomp assaults the opponent at the same time and both pokemon land on the ground. Her Garchomp wobbles slightly before collapsing. Success! The enemy Garchomp is knocked out cold and your Garchomp is still standing!

Annoyed, she recalls her fainted Garchomp whilst yours stands proudly in the arena, victorious. She chooses her next pokeball and throws it high into the air. "Go, Dragonite!"

You return Garchomp, thank him for his hard work and choose your next battler. "Go, Tyranitar!"

Raihan watches you and your pokemon with his arms crossed and a smile; you know he's impressed but there's no time to waste.

"Hyper Beam!" The obsessed fan commands, and the Dragonite begins gathering energy in its mouth.

"Ice Punch!" You yell, and Tyranitar acknowledges your instruction with a roar and slams one arm towards the direction of the Dragonite's belly. A cluster of thick ice surrounds your Tyranitar's claw which proceeds to ram into the Dragonite and it stops in mid-attack, promptly knocking out the dragon pokemon with one hit. It's super effective!!!!

The Dragonite is recalled and there's only one pokeball attached to her belt; the obsessed fan is down to her last pokemon. You wonder what her final pokemon is - and she tosses the ball onto the field. A Hydreigon appears in a burst of light and you stare as she quickly returns it; a bright red light appears on her wrist and begins to gather around her - she has a Dynamax band - and she grabs the ball which has become enlarged and throws it high into the air, revealing the Dynamaxed Hydreigon. It promptly flaps its massive wings and a fierce gust of wind almost knocks you off your feet if Tyranitar didn't help by shielding you.

"Thanks, boy." You say, as Tyranitar growls affectionately at you before turning to face the gigantic Hydreigon. "It's Dynamaxed but don't be afraid."

Tyranitar throws it's glance to the ground, twiddling it's claws together timidly.

"You can do it! I believe in you!!" You pat him on the back, and Tyranitar returns to the field. "Use Stone Edge!"

Your Tyranitar nods and emits a roar; the ground shakes and just as the Hydreigon is beginning it attack, Tyranitar summons enormous pillars of rock that burst out from the ground and slams into the Hydreigon without delay. Although it's not a super effective move, the attack hits the Hydreigon square in the chest and it begins to explode in a glorious display of fire and light before it begins to return to normal size. He did it!!

Raihan and Looker watch as the dust clears away. The obsessed fan is out of pokemon. Your pokemon had completely and utterly decimated her team in minutes and her jaw drops in disbelief.

"No!" She yells, furious. Distraught, she looks around the arena shakily before she runs for the railings - you know what she's trying to do - before she can throw herself off, Raihan has grabbed her, hauling her away from the edge just in time. She lands in his chest as he drops over the floor and she attempts to wriggle free, flailing violently. Although you wonder if she's got another knife hidden somewhere, you get the feeling she's out of options and now she is truly helpless. Raihan sits up with the girl who's crying heavily and she's immediately intercepted by Looker who takes out a pair of handcuffs, slapping them on her wrists.

You recall Tyranitar, rush over to Raihan as he gets up to stand, grinning at you. Without thinking twice, you throw your arms around him; he's taken aback by your action, eyes wide, before he chuckles and quickly wraps his arms around you in return and scoops you off the ground; you find your feet leaving the floor and you quickly adjust yourself to this new position, slipping your arms around his neck whilst he keeps you hoisted up with his arms tucked under your knees, your chest pressed against his.

"You idiot, you could've gotten killed!" You can't help but scold him.

Your faces are close as he clutches you. "I'm sorry I made you worry."

"Not good enough." You retort, "Don't do that ever again!"

"Okay." He leans in and quickly pecks you on the mouth and you find your anger subsiding; you can't stay mad at him.

The two of you then turn to Looker who is escorting the obsessed fan out of the arena and towards the lifts. She's still crying uncontrollably, and Looker glances at you and Raihan. "Good job," Looker grunts out, "Thanks for your help, I appreciate it."

"What's going to happen now?"

"You both need to come with me to the police station." Looker replies, and Raihan - still carrying you - begins to trail after him.

"You can let me down." You tell him but he merely smiles at you cheerfully.

"Nope, I like carrying my princess like this ~ "

...

At the police station, there's a lot to do but Looker releases both yourself and Raihan after a few hours; you have provided another set of testimony and it does appear the case is closed. He thanks you for your efforts in stopping the obsessed fan and also your assistance with police investigation. Unused to receiving compliments, you stuttered out that you didn't do anything substantial. Meanwhile, there is some damage to Rose Tower but Macro Cosmos will deal with this themselves and Looker will ensure there are no repercussions on you and Raihan. When you ask Looker what will happen next, Looker informs you that the fan is charged with a number of crimes - recording illegally, blackmail, abuse of employee rights, invasion of privacy, attempted murder and pokemon slaughter. It will depend if charges are to be pressed - in a few days, she could stand trial and her pokemon, confiscated.

Attempted murder? It sounds serious and you scratch your head in befuddlement. It's taking a while to sink in that you were in a dangerous situation earlier...it's like something out of a crime drama or an action movie. Again, these sorts of stuff might happen to your friends, yes. Just not...you.

You can't help but wonder how Raihan feels. Is he doing well? Should he see a counsellor after this? Is he traumatised? You stand at the vending machine, slotting in coins for two fresh waters. You collect the drinks and turn round to see Raihan sitting quietly with his gaze trained on the floor. He's not on his phone, either. You sit down beside him and hand him the bottle of water; he thanks you, unscrews the lid and takes a few gulps.

You both sit in silence for a while until you say, "Do you want to talk about it?"

He breathes in and exhales gently then leans back on the seat, resting his elbows on the chair and looks up at the ceiling. You guess he isn’t in a mood to talk - which you will respect so you don't press him any further. However, he reaches for you, lifts you off your seat and eases you into his lap. He lifts you up as though you weighed nothing. You blink owlishly as he encircles his arms around your waist and buries his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. You're unmoving for a few moments before you slowly wrap your arms around him. Your action prompts him to clutch onto you tighter, his grip on you increasing.

It becomes a full body hug with your chest pressed tightly against his and your hips knocking together, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck whilst he holds you by the waist. You’re so close to him you can feel his breath on your cheeks. You rest your chin on his shoulder and give him a little rub on his back. His muscles are tense. You hope he will loosen up but all Raihan does is hold you close to him and you can feel the warmth that radiates from his body as well as his steady heartbeat. This actually feels...nice.

There's never a dull moment with Raihan, because he begins trailing little kisses over the side of your face as you cling onto him. You can feel him grinning against your skin before he presses another kiss over your cheek and finally, your lips.

...

Once you return home, you open the door to see Glenn in your living room, playing with your Pokemon. He's wearing a Hydreigon hood with Hydreigon sock puppets on each hand. You bristle at the sight but say nothing. Meanwhile, Espeon sits at his feet, watching. Even Poliwag has left the bathroom and is now sitting in the armchair to his left. Upon your arrival, everyone looks up and Glenn removes the hood and grins widely at you, "Yo!!! How was the date?"

You exhale loudly as you trudge over, removing your bag and collapsing over the couch beside him; you drop your head on his shoulder and groan. "It was fine. I have something for you." You take out Ponyta's pokeball and hand it to him. Glenn has been looking for one for a long time and you know he really wants one, so you figured you'd gift it to him.

"Ohh, a pokemon! This is so exciting! I wonder what's inside?" Glenn takes the pokeball off you and opens it, releasing the horse pokemon and for a few seconds, he's stunned as it lets out a high-pitched whinny and clops its hooves. Glenn's jaw hits the floor. "Oh my Drowzee, whaaaaaat! No way!! Whaaaaaaat? Nooooo, it can't be - whaaaat!"

"Yep, it's a Galarian Ponyta."

He lets out a hoot of joy. "Thanks, sis!!!!" Glenn exclaims cheerfully as he reaches over and pinches at your nose with his fingers hidden behind the Hydreigon puppet before he rushes over to the Ponyta and throws his arms around it. "Ohhh, you're so beautiful, yes you are!! I'm gonna call you 'Sugarplum'."

You giggle as Glenn continues fawning and doting over the Ponyta who neighs in response as he hugs it. It appears to have taken a liking to him immediately and he returns it to the ball, grinning widely. "Thanks, sis!"

"Raihan caught it but he gave it to me.”

He blinks. "Really?! That's amazing! Can you thank him for me?"

"Of course."

You and Glenn settle on the couch again where he continues where he left off with the Hydreigon puppet, "Hydreigon used Dazzling Gleam!"

You wrinkle your nose in response; you don't remember Hydreigon being capable of using this fairy type move, but you're well aware Glenn likes to improvise a lot. "Do you have another puppet?"

"I sure do." Glenn fishes around his bag and gives you a puppet - it's an Espurr with pink beady, glassy eyes - and you promptly drape it over your right hand. Phantump and Drifloon watch, engrossed. "Hydreigon used Dark Pulse!"

"Nooooo, it's super effective!" You cry, shaking your puppet and Espeon hisses angrily at Glenn, "But Espurr clung on using it's Focus Sash! Espurr used Play Rough!"

"It's super effective!!!" Glenn roars, throwing his fists into the air, "Hydreigon regained a little of it's HP using its Leftovers! Hydreigon used Dragon Pulse!"

"Espurr fainted!" You yell, and you make the Espurr puppet squeak with pain before doubling over. Phantump trills loudly in response whilst Poliwag and Drifloon looks between the two of you. And Espeon is still hissing in dismay. When it grows silent, the two of you burst into laughter before you drop to the couch, exhausted.

"Long day, huh?" He asks, when you stop laughing.

"Yeah," You say, "...It was a long day."

...

#raihan x reader #raihan #Raihan x you #wallflower #jeralee #archiveofmyown #fanfic #fic #pokemon #pokemonshield #pokemonsword #pokemon shield and sword #kibana

[13lov]

lucy (m)

pairing: pornstar!taehyung, tattooed!taehyung x pornstar!reader

genre: pornstar au, humor, smut, light f2l, angst if you squint.

word count: 8,305

summary: after reading a few more titles of the videos you’ve uploaded, taehyung has come to the conclusion that you’re the hottest fucking dumbass he’s ever seen and so desperately wants to fuck.

warning(s): smut (masturbation, sex toys, unprotected sex, fingering, creampies ; mention of: face fucking, squirting, gxg), !ENDGAME SPOILERS!.

a/n: inspired by that video of taehyung with the fake tattoos…good lord… sorry i posted this later than i said i would, some stuff came up :( not proofread so i apologize for mistakes.

With one final thrust into the petite girl beneath him, Taehyung was fast to pull his dick completely out of her with the sigh of relief. Sure, he sighed because it was in the script, but he would’ve done it even if it weren’t apart of the porno.

He flopped on the bed, right next to the girl who was playing the role of his horny step-sister. He visualized the script in his head, and waited a few seconds before turning to his co-star and saying, “I gave you what you wanted, now, can I have my skateboard back?”

“AND CUT!” the director yells, standing up from his chair across the room. Taehyung’s manager, Seokjin, enters the set with a bathrobe in one hand and water bottle in the other and hands Tae both. “Everyone did a great job today! Remember to report back here tomorrow at two for the promo shoot, got it?!” the director asks, and everyone confirms they’ll be there.

Taehyung stands up from the messy bed to put on his bathrobe while his former co-star, Rosie, covers herself in the sheets. ‘If you’re so fucking shy, why are you doing porn?’Taehyung thinks to himself, annoyed.

“You did really good, I enjoyed it. And, you’re an amazing actor. Not many stars are good at acting, but you are.” Rosie compliments sweetly and Taehyung feels bad for what he originally thought of her.

“Thanks,” is all he can say to her because (1) he can’t compliment her back because it would be a lie and there’s no need for that, (2) he’s not interested in talking to her, and (3) he’s ready to head back to his trailer and take a shower. “See you tomorrow,” he adds, because he doesn’t want to seem like one of those stuck-up pornstars he hates so badly.

He then leaves the rented airbnb home and takes the quick walk to his trailer with Jin right by his side. “What’d you think?” Taehyung asks.

Seokjin makes a face as he thinks of an answer. “It was…decent. Not your best.”

Tae scoffed, offended, “It wasn’t my porn, I’m only here to get her some clout. You think I enjoy wasting my time with newbies when I could be with a professional? Hell no!” his rant goes on as he approaches his white trailer, opening the door and holding it so Jin can walk in first (because he’s polite like that).

“Then why film with newbies when you hate it so much? Oh wait, because their team is willing to pay big money for the number one pornstar on ‘nexxxtdoor.com’. That’s why.” Seokjin stated once he entered the trailer and sat on the white couch, Taehyung following shortly behind.

Jin was right, Tae was the number one star on the number one porn site in the country. Maybe people were drawn to his blonde mullet that was usually accompanied by one of his many headbands, or maybe it was the floral tattoos decorated nicely across his neck that drove people crazy. But it was probably just the plain old fact that Taehyung was hot, had a pretty dick, and knew how to use it.

“You’re damn right about that,” Tae says, stripping himself of his bathrobe and little clothing. He doesn’t bother to lock to door of the trailer or even cover himself up in front of Seokjin; everyone had already seen him naked, all boundaries have burned down.

“God, I’m so hot,” Jin says suddenly, and Taehyung looks over to see his manager has moved to stand directly in front of the mirror above the couch, looking directly at his reflection. “Maybe I should start doing porn just to give you a run for your money.”

“Ha!” Taehyung laughs, walking to the standing shower and turning on the hot water. “As gorgeous as you are, I’m a pretty tough guy to beat. Aren’t those two guys still fighting for second place? What are their names?” Taehyung snaps his fingers as tried to remember the names of the two porn stars fighting for second place like a bunch of losers.

“Suga, and uh, that Jimin guy. But they actually dropped a few places…” Seokjin’s tone changed, he seemed nervous.

“Oh, yeah?” Tae asked, stepping into the hot shower, “Have people finally gotten bored of them?” He grabs the white bar of soap from its appropriate holder and begins to cleanse himself, starting off with his neck and shoulders.

“Not exactly, people still like them, there’s just this…uh…”

“Spit it out, Jin.” Taehyung demands, moving the bar of soap down to his chest and belly. Small, white bubbles form at the surface but are quickly washed away with the water pouring down from the shower head.

“There’s this new girl who’s going viral really quick; she’s number two.” Jin admits with a nervous cough.

“A girl,” Taehyung repeats, “I like girls. She must be pretty good if she’s growing so quickly.” It’s true; (Taehyung does indeed like girls) it took Tae two years to become number one on nexxxtdoor, so whoever was able to pass stars as good as Jimin and Suga in such a short amount of time had to be fucking amazing.

“She sure is…something. Her name is ‘Lucy Fer’; look her up when you get home. But, yeah, I’m off to go pick up your next script; see you later.” Jin leaved without another word, and Taehyung is still in the shower.

“Lucy Fer…” he repeats in a whisper, “Lucy Fer…”

Taehyung does as he’s told later that night and types in the name of his possible nemesis on nexxtdoor.com. He clicks the little arrow and the search results pop up in a matter of seconds; your channel popping up in full display.

LUCY FER  ✓ @lucy_fer im basically a youtuber that taker her clothes off hehe </3 4.7M Subscribers | 192 Videos | Joined 1 Year Ago

Taehyung is confused by your biography, but decides he’ll find out what you mean after looking at some of your videos. And, just by the titles alone, he can see why so many people enjoy watching you:

FUCKING MYSELF WITH A DILDO WHILE I THINK ABOUT MY FUCKBOY EX :( 1,343,400 views

FAILED MATH CLASS BUT I STILL KNOW HOW TO SQRT **NOT CLICKBAIT** 3,473,621 views

ex bf fucks my face while frank ocean plays in my airpod$!!# (ft. namjoooooon) 2,372,084 views

After reading a few more titles of the videos you’ve uploaded, Taehyung has come to the conclusion that you’re the hottest fucking dumbass he’s ever seen and so desperately wants to fuck.

It’s weird for him to feel desperate for the girl literally coming for his career, especially when he hadn’t even seen you in action yet. And for that reason, he doesn’t like you. Does he think you’re hot? Yes. Does he want to fuck you? Of course. Does he dislike you? Actually, yes, but only becaus you’re

He sighed, straightening up in his desk chair as he kept his eyes on the illuminated screen in front of him. Curiosity got the best of him and soon enough, he was scrolling past all of your videos until he gets to your very first one:

GIRL GETS SUPER WET AFTER FEELING APPRECIATED 15,192,604 views

He notices that in every thumbnail, you’re wearing a pair of red devil horns and when you’re very rarely accompanied by someone else, they’re also wearing their own set of horns, identical to yours. Even in your display picture, it’s an up-close photo of you, your hair is down and it’s dripping wet, the devil horns are on full display, and your tongue is stuck out with a lit lighter dangerously close to it.

You’re the devil. Satan. Lucifer. Lucy Fer and oh, he finally understands your stage name.

He smiles lightly and shakes his head in realization. Taehyung’s about to close the laptop and call it a night - he has a long day tomorrow - but, he decides just watching oneof videos wouldn’t hurt. I mean, you are his competition, right? He has to see why you’re so popular.

Taehyung scrolls for a few seconds before clicking on a video titled “masturbating and crying about how broke i am (ft. namjoon aka my ex bf lol)“.

The video buffers quickly, taking Taehyung by surprise. For some reason he pauses it, grabs his laptop whole, and makes his way over to his king-sized bed. He tells himself it’s because he’s going to fall asleep afterwards, but he knows that he’s retreated to the bed for other reasons.

Once he’s in a comfortable position with the Macbook in front of him, Tae finally hits the triangle-shaped button and the video plays.

Your bed and pillows are the only thing in the frame at first, then you step in and sit on the edge of the bed. You’re wearing a red skater skirt that’s a tad bit short, a lacy, black bralette, and your signature devil horns.

You stare at the camera in silence for awhile and Taehyung wonders when you’re finally gonna get down to business. That’s when the camera suddenly zooms in on your face, on the single tear that comes from your left eye and makes its way down your cheek.

"Oh,” Tae says, shocked. He wasn’t actually expecting you to cry, though the title said you would.

The camera zooms from out of your face and goes back to the full body shot of you on the bed. “Why the fuck am I so broke?” you ask, there’s a smile on your face, but another tear slips from your eyes. Taehyung then decides for himself that you are a fucking maniac.

With the way the video is edited, Tae feels like he’s watching one of those popular YouTubers; like Emma Chamberlin or Antonia Garza. Your bio had described you perfectly: you truly were just a YouTuber who took her clothes off, and everyone (including Taehyung) loved it. It was a great idea on your part, since literally no one else made homemade porn the way you did.

With you, it felt so natural and relatable and not at all like the washed-up pornstars that came before you. Your viewers loved you, and they were so attached to you. Though you considered yourself to be just another lost, twenty-three year old, your viewers thought you were perfect because of how honest you are. Being so close to them, you didn’t even mind when they called you Y/N, your real name.

Even at times when you weren’t uploading videos or going live on nexxxtdoor, you held a PG-13 rated Instagram live that allowed you to speak to your supporters on a less intense platform.

You were thankful for them, and they were thankful for you.

In the screen in front of him, Taehyung watches and listens as you talk about your card getting declined at Starbucks as you unclasp your bra. You pull the black straps down slowly until they completely fall off your arms, your boobs spilling out nicely. Your nipples are hard because of how cold it is in your apartment, but you let the people watching think it’s because you’re horny.

Though only the top half of your body is bare, Taehyung still admires you. Many of the girls had had worked with had fake boobs or a fake ass for the most part, not that it was a bad thing, it was just nice to see something he wasn’t used to.

You’re complaining again, this time about how you received a parking ticket that morning and you have no clue how you’re gonna pay for it with the amount of student debt you’re in. With a sigh, you wipe away another pathetic tear before turning on all fours with your ass in view of the camera; the black thong underneath your skirt hardly hiding anything.  

Your hand reaches under your pillow and pulls out a white vibrator. It looks dull and worn out, but no one really expecting you to have a top of the line one that costs $100.

“The police officer that gave me the ticket was pretty hot, though,” you say whilst getting into your original position on the bed. Taehyung then pauses the video, not because you’ve done anything wrong, but because he’s now realizing his hand had slipped past his pajama pants and he had began to palm himself through his boxers.

He can’t jerk off to the enemy, it’d only give you more power. But, he can follow the enemy on Instagram.

So he does exactly that.

lucy_fer is live…come watch!

The little banner pops up on Taehyung’s screen, staying for a few seconds before disappearing in his notifications tab. He considers the tempting invitation as he stares at the YouTube video that had been playing before being interrupted.

Sure, it was just an Instagram live and it wouldn’t be that big of a deal if he watched. But, what if you thought otherwise? What if you thought he was only watching just so he could scope out his competition?

“Screw it,” Tae mumbled before pulling down his notifications bar and clicking on the Instagram banner. It loaded within a few seconds and soon enough, Taehyung’s presence had been announced in the stream.

k.taehyung has joined.

But your face was turned elsewhere, talking to someone who was out of view of the camera. Secretly, Tae was hoping you’d turn back in time to acknowledge that fact that he was watching. And, much to his luck, you turned back towards the camera just as his was going away.

“Three hundred already?” you asked, watching the view count go up. “You guys must be bored.”

nam_joonie yep. why dont u take that shirt off and put on a show.

You read your ex-boyfriend’s comment with a sigh, leaning back on your couch as more comments from new viewers filled the screen. “You all know Namjoon,” you said to the viewers, grabbing the cup filled with water that stood on the coffee table next to your propped up phone. “I apologize that my ex is such a perv.” You took a sip of your drink as you roommate, Jennie, leaned into the frame to read a comment that caught her interest.

pinkszn.lisa girl fuck your ex, kim taehyung is here

Once Jennie read the comment out loud the water in your mouth was done for with the way you had begun to cough it up in shock.

You had heard of Taehyung, of course, and it was a surprise enough when he followed you on Instagram a few hours ago. He was intimating, to say the least, with his tattoos and blonde mullet and headbands and…wow. In fact, he was so intimidating, you hadn’t even watched any of his pornos. You knew he was good at his craft and didn’t need to watch any of his stuff to prove it.

When you were able to finally catch your breath, you turned to Jennie, shaking your head in shock. “Stop lying,” you choked out.

Seeing this as a second opportunity from hod himself to make his presence known, Taehyung typed out a comment.

k.taehyung hi hahaha

Rainbow hearts continued to fill up the screen as you read Tae’s comment whith wide eyes. He was actually here, watching you awkwardly get choked up over him.

“Taehyung!” you said suddenly, probably a little too excited. You cleared your throat as a way to calm down, “I…we…” nervously, you looked towards Jennie with a desperate facial expression that yelled ‘help me’.

“Why don’t you…guest him?” Jennie suggested.

“Oh, yes! Can I guest you, Taehyung?” You asked hopefully, though you already had requested for him to join before he could process what was going on. Sitting up on his couch, he looked down at the floor where his housemates Jungkook and Hoseok were sat in front of the television watching whatever sports game was on.

Of course Taehyung could afford to live alone, but these truly were his best friends.

“I’m about to go live. Try not to talk too much.” he said.

“That was a terrible pass,” Jeongguk said to Hoseok, clearly ignoring Taehyung’s request as he kept his eye on the basketball game. “I could pass better than that.”

Hoseok shakes his head, grabbing a few pieces of buttery popcorn that sat in the bowl on his lap. “You can’t even play basketball that good.”

“My point exactly! I could pass better than Williamson and I’m not even good at basketball; that’s tragic.”

With an eyeroll, Taehyung accepts the request to appear in your stream and gets himself in position with his phone camera, taking off his thick, clear glasses only momentarily to properly capture his face in the frame. Seconds later, the stream connect and he appears on the bottom half of the screen with you on top.

You open your mouth in shock once Taehyung is on screen then bring an arm to cover your eyes. “Woah, Taehyung! No shirt?!”

“Woah, Y/N, no bra?” he fired back, pointing out the obvious fact that your nipples were clearly hard under the thin, white shirt you wore. To anyone watching, they could easily mistake the two of you for lifelong friends with the way you were comfortable enough to joke around like this.

Or maybe it was just cheesy pornstar humor.

Slowly, you brought your forearm down from your eyes and got a good luck at Taehyung. He was indeed topless, flower tattoos on full display along with the gold chain that hung loosely around neck. He was a gorgeous sight, to say the least, and it’s no wonder why so many people enjoyed seeing him preform such filthy acts on his partners; never the same person twice, but always getting them to cum more than once.

You then realize this is your first time getting at good look at Tae’s face, other than the few Instagram photos you skimmed through when he followed you the day before. You also then realize you’d been staring at him in awkward silence since you brought your arm away.

You clear your throat, “touché. It’s nice to, like, see you for the first time.”

Taehyung raises a brow, had you never watched any of his stuff? He wants to ask, but also doesn’t want to seem cocky; it’s not like you were obligated to watch his pornos.

He decides to ask, the curiosity is killing him.

“I’m guessing that means you haven’t seen my stuff…” he says.

Now you’re embarrassed and wish you could go back in time and never make that comment about seeing him for thee first time. But you can’t, all you can do is shake your head and say, “I’m sorry, I don’t watch porn.”

“You’re the second most watched pornstar in the country and you don’t even watch porn?” he asks, confused.

You realize how stupid you sound and become embarrassed again. “Wait, no! Not like that, I mean. I watch my own stuff and I have some friends who do porn and I watch them…but that’s for support. I don’t get off to them or anything. Not because I can’t! I just…don’t want to…masturbate to my friends.”

It’s silent as Taehyung tries to take in what you said.

nam_joonie suddenly im not bored anymore

Although you and Namjoon have been broken up for quite some time now, he still knew when you were nervous about something, and that’s exactly what you were now.

You pretend you hadn’t seen Namjoon’s comment the same way to choose to ignore Jennie’s silent laughter fit. “I know who you are, though, Kim Taehyung,“ you nod as if you’re trying to reassure him while Jennie tries her best not to pass out from second-hand embarrassment.

Tae tilts his head up when he chuckles and you’re given an even better view of his neck and the tattoos that accompany it. If given the opportunity, any person would love to leave little purple bruises up and down his throat. But not you (you weren’t like other girls (and boys for that matter)), too afraid to mess with the beautiful artwork that Taehyung truly was.

And on top of that, everything about him was cute and sexy at the same and it nearly made your head explode. For example: the fact that he had neck tattoos was sexy, and the fact that they were flowers and butterflies made it cute. His blonde mullet was sexy, and the baby pink headband he usually wore underneath it was cute.

Then there was his smile. The smirk was sexy, but his boxy smile is what made your heart flutter. You were beyond nervous.

“I love your tattoos,” you compliment, “do you have anymore?”

“Mmhm!” he hums excitedly and it seems like the butterflies on his neck have made their way down to your belly. He holds his left hand up, showing off yet another butterfly tattoo – a blue one. “And I have one one each thigh of a bird.”

nam_joonie omg taehyung ur tattoos are so hot ugh the sexual tension between u two is killing me just fuck one of her holes already!!!

Namjoon isn’t the only one commenting, but it’s the only comment your eyes let you see. Taehyung sees it to and wonders if your ex boyfriend’s bitter jealousy would be a problem in whatever relationship he’s trying to form with you.

“Maybe I will,” Taehyung says with a smirk and no context at all, but everyone had seen Namjoon’s comment – made it hard to miss with it being so long. If you had water in your mouth, you’d be choking on it. And Jennie, who was off to your side, had her jaw slacked open at Tae’s straightforward and risky reply.

user1 we-

user2 TEA !

user3 and i oop-

…And more twitter slang flood the chat. You and Taehyung stay on live for another half hour, Namjoon doesn’t comment again so you assume he left after what Taehyung said. The rest of the broadcast goes well, consisting of you and Tae joking and talking and flirting with Jennie occasionally making fun of you or one of his roommates yelling about the basketball game.

It’s nice talking to Taehyung, it’s like he’s managed to become your friend in the short amount of time you’ve talked to him. When he listens to you speak, he pays attention and doesn’t interrupt you. And when you interrupt him when he’s speaking, he doesn’t mind because he likes seeing you get so excited. He’s literally the perfect boy.

So perfect that you want to keep talking to him forever, even when your eyelids get heavy and demand sleep. Jennie has already taken a shower and would be heading to bed soon, and any other day you’d be following her footsteps by getting ready to sleep.

“You’re tired,” Taehyung says when you yawn for the third time in a row.

You bring you index finger and thumb together, creating little space between them. “Just a tad bit.”

“Then sleep, don’t you have class in the morning?”

You nod, “I’m probably gonna drop out anyway, but yeah I do.”

"Then sleep,” he repeats so kindly it makes you want to close your eyes right there just to please him. He’s taken his glasses off now (making a show of it when he did so) and you’re able to look into his eyes better.

“I’ll go to bed if you do,” you challenge.

Taehyung isn’t sleepy, but he should be going to bed anyway so he’s not tired for tomorrow’s early shooting. “Yeah, I’m filming tomorrow, I need to go to bed.”

There’s something about Tae saying he has to film tomorrow that makes your heart drop. It’s like, in the short amount of time you’ve known him, you forgot he was the most watched pornstar and mistook him for an everyday boy who had a normal job and a normal life that could sustain a normal relationship. But you should know by now, nothing in your life is normal, and you and Taehyung had the same career in completely different aspects.

“Okay,” you sigh, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” he says before leaving the broadcast. He would’ve stayed on longer if his job wasn’t so demanding.

He waits a minute, and you’re finally done with your livestream. Then he waits, and waits, and waits until…

lucy_fer sent you a direct message.

It’s your phone number, along with a message.

lucy_fer / 1 min ago send nudes pls

Taehyung knows you’re joking, but considers sending a dick pic just to make you squirm. But he doesn’t, instead, he saves your number and sends a text of his own.

imessage today at 11:37 pm

no u

Withing the next few weeks, a friendship blossoms between you and Taehyung. You text everday now, and neither of you could be

You’ve uploaded more videos (to which Tae has jerked himself off to), and Taehyung has kept his title as number one and has starred in more films of his own (in which you was only to support because, again, you don’t watch porn).

It’s when he’s in his trailer with Seokjin getting ready to film another boring horny stepbrother when he get’s a text from you.

imessage today at 12:22 pm

i want to see u

in real life tho

like…i wanna meet u in real life

The last thing he texted you was a Jeongguk being stupid a few hours ago, so your lack of being able to respond quickly in this situation gave away the fact that this was something you had been thinking about a lot. He’s not too sure what to say in this sense. Yes, he’s your friend and wants to meet up with you, but what if something happens and changing the dynamic of your friendship? He cares for you the way a friend should (and probably a little more), and feels like you’re one of the few people who actually understand him. He definitely doesn’t want to lose you like Namjoon has.

He responds:

hmm, what prompted ur sudden interest in wanting to see me?

You’re quick to reply:

rmr a little while ago we talked about filming something together? u can come up here for a weekend, we could hang out and film something

taehyung:

so u only want me for my body?? i see how it is…

you:

oh quit it

so, what do u say? u can stay at my place

He tells you he’s going to think about it, but already knows he’s going to say yes. It’s all he can think about twenty minutes later when he’s fucking some redhead deep into the mattress. The sound of your girlish moans and gasps play so vividly in his mind, if he tries hard enough, he can pretend your sounds are coming from the girl’s mouth and you’rethe one he’s balls deep in.

And if he tries hard enough, he can pretend the little tuffs of the girl’s red hair that form against the pillow are your red devil horns.

And when he does try hard enough, he has to stop himself from cumming right then and there by distracting himself with other thoughts. He can’t think of you, of course – you’re the one who got him into this predicament in the first place.

Taehyung opens his eyes, trying his best to momentarily erase you from his mind. He looks down at the girl beneath him and is met with closed eyes and parted lips; her tongue was only slightly visible and was bit down on to stifle load moans.

The expression on her face is awkward, amateur almost, and Taehyung can’t stand it. He thrusts deeper, earning a high pitched moan from the girl and follows suit with a low groan.

He’s bored. Extremely bored. Then his mind drifts back to you, and he smiles because he’ll be seeing you in a few days. And for once, in a very long time, he’s excited for something. So excited that his boxy smile pays a visit and he has to bury his face in his co-star’s shoulder to cover it up.

Friday comes around rather quickly, and Taehyung finds himself halfway out of the front door with a duffel bag in his hand, saying goodbye to his roommates.

“No people, no parties, no dancing, no loud music, and Yeontan is the only animal allowed in this house. If I get a complaint from the neighbors, I swear–” Taehyung’s infamous exit speech is cut off by Jeongguk clasping a hand on his shoulder.

“Relax, hyung,” he says a little too calmly for Taehyung’s comfort, “nothing bad is gonna happen, don’t worry.”

The sound of tiny nails scraping against the wooden floor has made Tae forget what he was saying, only being able to focus on the beautiful dog running up to him.

He drops the bag, bending down to pet the fur and say goodbye to his faithful companion. “Please remember to take care of Yeontan; he’s very needy.”

“We will, I promise.” Hoseok says and Taehyung stands upright once again.

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” he adjusts the bag on his shoulder, “Gguk is the one that concerns me.”

Jeongguk scoffs, fake offended, “Me?! Why me?!”

“That time you went two days without food and didn’t even realize it.”

“That–I–it was for a gaming tournament! Plus, I drank Red Bull and that gave me all the energy i needed.” he tries to redeem himself, but it doesn’t work.

“Please just take care of my fucking dog,” is the last thing Taehyung says along with ‘goodbye’ before leaving his house.

The drive to your apartment is nearly two hours away, and Taehyung can hardly believe he’s going out of his way to hang out with a friend then have sex with her. It’s ridiculous yet so exciting. So…new.

You’re outside your apartment building when Taehyung arrives, heart beating out of both of your chest. He doesn’t leave the car, since the two of you agreed you’d go out in the city before coming back to your place, but you can already see he’s a lot taller in person. And a lot hotter, if that was possible.

You jog up to his Range Rover, the best looking car in the parking lot, and slide into his passenger seat. Before Taehyung is able to get a word in, you’ve already engulfed him into a tight hug. He’s thrown off his game by your sudden forwardness, but he doesn’t let it phase him. Instead, his arms find comfort around your waist, embarrassing you so tight and completely as if you’d melt away if he let go.

Then, you’re pushing him off of you, as if nothing happened.

“I can’t believe I’m here, with you, in your car. I bet so many of your fans would die to be in this position,” you run your fingers through your hair as a method to calm your nerves.

“And many other positions…” he jokes with a small smirk, handing you his phone so you can put in the address to the place you’re having lunch at.

“Touché,” you reply, and minutes later you’re on your way to a whole-in-the-wall cute, little restaurant. It’s mostly empty, so neither of you are recognized.

Taehyung picks a little table in the far corner by the window; just enough room for the both of you. He pulls out your chair, because he’s polite like that, before setting down your tray of food on the table and sitting down on his own seat.

“It’s raining,” you whisper, chin in the palm of your hand as you stare out the window.

Taehyung had started to place your food in front of you, but stops when he hears you speak. He looks up at you, and the only word he can use to describe you in this exact moment is ‘pretty’. Pretty, pretty, pretty.

He gulps, glancing out the window to see it had indeed began to rain. “Yeah,” is all he can say, because there’s not much you can say when you’re being taunted.

The sky is teasing him, as though it was saying, “ha ha, I can cry and you can’t”, because Tae is so at peace being here with you, he could actually cry. He’s happy for once, and wishes he didn’t have to hide it.

“It’ll be dark by the time the movie’s over,” Taehyung says while handing you your sandwich, “are we going straight to your place afterwards?”

“We can, I mean, it’s Friday and you don’t leave until Monday morning; we have the whole weekend to explore.”

Tae nods out of excitement but doesn’t show it. He’s been looking forward to filming with you and is happy you’re ready to do so as soon as possible. Now, he’ll just have to find a way to stop thinking or talking about it.

“So about the video we’re making today,” he takes a sip out of his lemonade.

“Oh yeah, I was gonna have my manager email yours to sort out some details, then I remembered I don’t have a manager–”

“Wait,” Tae raises a hand to silence you, “you don’t have a manager? Why not?”

Embarrassed, you slump back in your seat and shrug. “I dunno, I felt like I didn’t need one until now, honestly. All of my videos are filmed and edited by me and on the rare occasion I have someone to film with, they’re people I know personally; not big time…pornstars.” you whisper the last part because although the restaurant is mostly empty, you’re still in public.

“I’m literally just a YouTuber that takes her clothes off,” you continue.

“Even YouTuber’s have managers, don’t they?” he points out.

Before you can respond, your phone starts to vibrate on the table. “It’s Jennie,” you say, “do you mind if I…?” you hold your phone up with pleading eyes, claiming the call could be important. Taehyung says it’s fine and takes a bite out of his own sandwich while you accept the call.

“Yeah?…Oh, okay!…Can you tidy up before you go?…I know, but still…Great, have fun…Oh, shut up…Thank you, I love you…Alright bye,” Is all Taehyung hears from your forty-second conversation before setting your phone back down.

“That was my roommate, she just left for the weekend, so me and you have the apartment to ourselves.”

“You have a roommate?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah, Jennie.”

“Does she know you do porn?”

“Mmhm, she was in my video before. I think I titled it: Pussy Is God.”

“Knowing you, you probably replaced the S’s with dollar signs.”

You smile, “You know me pretty well, don’t you?”

And he does know you pretty well. Just like he knows when the two of you are exiting the restaurant, you make sweater paws with your hands because you’re cold. So he holds your hand and let’s your fingers intertwine the entire walk to his car and tells himself it’s just platonic hand holding.

And when you’re in the theater watching Endgame, he feels your body tremble as you watch Iron Man take his final breath. You don’t cry, but Taehyung let’s the tear he was holding in fall from his eye. He doesn’t think you saw it, but you do, and later on he let’s you assume it’s the movie that made him cry. But really, it was you.

You had brought Kim Taehyung to tears.

Because when he’s with you, he isn’t thinking about his job or stress, or anything. Your presence had captured him and tricked him into thinking he, being the person he is, could handle being in a relationship; a serious one at that.

And that’s exactly what he was afraid of.

“Just admit it, you big baby. We basically went on a date.” You say hours later as you lead Taehyung into your apartment.

“Oh, you think so?” Taehyung asks as you flick on the light switch.

“Well, we had lunch, held hands, saw a movie, and we’re about to have sex so…yeah, I think it’s safe to say we went on a date.”

Upon entering your apartment, Taehyung notes it’s as small as you said it would be, but didn’t expect for there to be so many new, expensive appliances. Seriously, your fridge, flat screen television, and microwave all look so out of place in your crappy apartment. He assumes your porn money as started rolling in, but doesn’t ask.

“You wanna film now?” Taehyung asks, slipping off his shoes when you notices you doing the same.

“Why wait?” You ask with a devilish smirk, “I’m gonna change, but please, make yourself at home.”

You’re in your room getting dressed in your usual skirt, bra, and devil horns (and even a little bit of makeup because…fuck it) while Taehyung takes time to prepare himself with a mini prep talk while he waits.

“I’m ready if you are,” you call from your doorframe. Taehyung’s dick already feels like it’s stirring in his pants, so he tries his best not to look at you when he enters your room and sits on the edge of your bed, directly in front of your only camera.

“Are you ready?” you ask, a finger on the ‘record’ button.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he replies.

You press record and sit down next to him.

“It’d be so funny if I just put in, like, clips of our first livestream together when you said you would fuck one of my holes,” you laugh, and Taehyung is amazed at how comfortable you became in a matter of seconds. You truly were a natural at this, and it put him at ease.

“Please don’t do that,” he replies, shaking his head.

“Im gonna do it, but, anyway…! I’m here with Kim Taehyung! And I have a gift for him!” You lean over to your bedside drawer to retrieve your gift for him, Tae lets out a desperate sigh when he gets a clear view of your ass.

“Usually, I have my co-star for the evening wear complimentary devil horns, right? But, for you, I went out and got you your own pair. They don’t look much different than mine or any other pair, but these are special…because they’re yours.” you pull the headband from behind your back and gently place it in his hands and watch as he stares at them for a moment.

Although they’re the same style of the ones of the ones usually featured in your videos, they’re different in some way. Newer. Cleaner. His to keep.

He stares at them in silence, making you nervous by the second, and you make a mental note to edit awkward Wii music in at this part. “..so do you like it, or…?”

Instead of responding, he moves his tattooed-hand up to his hair and removes his baby blue headband in a swift motion; replacing it with his new gifts. Out of his duffel bag, he pulls out a light pink supreme headband (similar to his infamous one) and gives it to you, claiming he also brought you a gift.

And for the sake of the porno (and because you like him so much without realization), you take off your devil horns and replace them with the headband he’s given you.

When Taehyung stares at you, he feels like his looking at his heart in human form. He can’t look away and sure as hell doesn’t want to. But, he’s not in love. He’s in lust and in like and all the things that come with having a crush because Jesus Christ he has the biggest, fattest crush on you, Y/N.

“Do I look like you?” you ask.

“Nope, you look way better,” he compliments.

You wave your hand in a motion that says, ‘as if’. He isn’t used to working without a script, but is too shy to ask how you plan on getting things started. And, like you read his mind, you instruct him to lay back on the bed, and he does so.

"What, are you gonna top me?” Taehyung asks with a cocky smile and a raised brow, elbows holding himself up as he watches you crawl over him until your faces are centimeters apart.

“You’d make such a cute, little bottom,” your lips brush against his with every word you speak, and yet, you’re still not kissing. “But no, just relax.” You might as well had been speaking a foreign language Taehyung had no knowledge of because he had no clue what you were saying; too distract by the fact that your lips were literally on his and you weren’t even kissing, though you both so badly want to.

“Kiss me, pussy,” is what you want to say to him, but you don’t. Your lips place delicate kisses down his neck, so soft and subtly and almost nonexistent, not wanting to cover up his tattoos with hickeys.

Your hands make their way down to his jeans until you’re undoing his belt and sliding it off with ease. With his elbows hosting himself up again, Taehyung watches you pull his jeans down all the way to his ankles until they’ve met the same fate as his Gucci belt. When you hook a finger on the waistband of his boxers, he stops you with a question.

“What’re you doing?” he slurs, and regrets asking such a dumb question because he already knows damn well what you’re gonna do.

“Gonna suck you off; is that okay?”

It’s more than okay, honestly. It’s just, Taehyung is a giver. His fans pay to watch him give and give and give until they’re watching his cum drip out of someone’s swollen cunt; he definitely wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of sex and couldn’t even remember the last time he’d gotten a proper blowjob.

He doesn’t respond verbally, only giving a light nod and running his tongue across his top lip.

Getting the answer you were hoping for, you tug off Taehyung’s boxers with a single finger, his cock springing free and laying flat against his abdomen. Precum leaks from his reddening tip and you can’t help but gasp at the euphoric sight. Taehyung smiles in delight when the soft noise leaves your mouth, and suddenly, he’d confident again.

Your hand makes it’s way to grab a hold of Tae’s cock, using the pad of your thumb to smear the seeping precum along his tip. He let’s out a moan of pleasure, already obsessed with the feeling of your small hand wrapped around his ever-hardening member.

Starting off with slow strokes, you lower your head until you’re inches away from his dick. You’re not even doing much, yet Taehyung feels like he could cum right now just by the way you’re looking at him; so dark and lustful and sinful, like the she-devil you truly were.

Without warning, your tongue presses itself alongside Tae’s tip, peppering the sides with small kitten licks. “Shit,” he mutters, eyes tightly shut. If he thought your hands were good, your tongue nearly sent him into overdrive.

The little kitten lick only last for a few seconds longer, and then your mouth is completely around him. He’s big around you, and it’ll take a bit of work if you plan on getting him to the back of your throat.

You pull your mouth away from with a pop, your free hand stroking off parts of him your mouth couldn’t reach quite yet. He’s still propped up on his elbows, watching as you get him off.

Your mouth is wrapped around him once again, and soon enough, his eyes are back to being shut as he takes in the warm feeling of your mouth. Taehyung fights the urge to buck his hips once you’re finally able to allow him deeper in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you fight off your gag reflex.

He even fights thee urge once you’ve gotten used to the feeling and began to slowly bob your head. He grabs a fistful of your hair tightly, earning a pleasing groan from you that vibrates around his dick. Pulling only a slight bit harder on your hair gets another reaction out of you, this time causing your left hand to work your way down into your panties.

The sight alone makes Taehyung want to replace your fingers with his own; watching his tattooed-hand disappearing into your underwear until his fingers are circling around your clit, slipping his fingers between your slick folds until they’re completely covered. He’d bring his fingers up to your mouth and whisper “taste yourself, baby, taste how wet you are for me,” then his fingers would be in your mouth, licking your juices clean. And he’d bring his hand back down to your cunt, calling you his good girl while we thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

But that can’t happen, at least not tonight while you were recording and, oh fuck…he was so caught up, Taehyung forgot this whole thing was being filmed.

“Shit, fuck, stop it,” he instructs, knowing he’d release right then and there if you kept this up.

“Something wrong?” you ask, your big doe eyes peering up at him with your mouth glistening with his precum. You looked so innocent yet so sinful and it drove Taehyung so crazy.

He’s taking his shit off, leaving him completely naked and you follow suit. “I shouldn’t be selfish,” he says when you’re leaning over him, hardening nipples brushing against his own chest. “You need to get off too, right?”

You grin with a nod before finally kissing him. It’s not a cute, first kiss you’d imagined it being, but it was something. Sloppy, messy, and horny.

When he tries to lift you up to lay you on your back, you stop him by pulling away from his lips and harshly grabbing his shoulder blade. “I’m going to top.”

Taehyung chuckles because he thinks your joking, and when he realizes you’re being serious, he shakes his head. “Absolutely not,” his dominant side had slowly began to show.

“That’s what you think,” you say, and reach down to grab his cock. He decides there’s no point in fighting you on this since your mind is made up and admits defeat by replacing your hand with his and rubbing his tip against your folds.

Your grip onto his shoulders to steady yourself, eyes closed while you let him tease your entrance. His tip lazily brushes circles on your cunt, and you can’t help but a let out a high-pitched whine when he’s finally inside of you.

His thrusts are slow at first, giving you time to stretch out around him. “Okay,” you sigh, once you’re finally ready for harder, deeper thrusts.

“You wanted to top so badly,” he says, “you do all the work.”

You let out a laugh but deiced it’s fair, so you rock your hips against his, grabbing his thighs to hold onto in the process. You’ve just started, but the feeling of Taehyung finally inside of you after all these weeks already has the both of you moaning, thankful your roommate was out of town.

Your head is thrown back now as you keep the steady pace, hair sticking to the sweat on your back while Tae keeps a firm grip on your waist. His eyes are still closed in fear of releasing right then and there if he opened his eyes to see the sight of you on top of him.

“Taehyung…I–I–” you’re barely able to talk, so close to your climax you can hardly get a word out.

“You wanna come?” he asks, fingers moving down to massage your clit, adding all the more reason for you to orgasm.

“Please,” you whine, although it’s not like Taehyung has told you to ask for permission to come, this is just you in your natural state. And he loves it.

“Then come,” he says, and your orgasm rips through you, the type that has your eyes rolling back and body shaking. Tae can’t help but do the same moments later, the feeling of your cum dripping around him a little too much to handle. The inside of your walls are splattered white, but you don’t mind much; at least you’re on the pill.

The two of you pant as you come down from your highs, both exhausted at this point. And you, being yourself, reach down to give Taehyung a high-five, to which he accepts with a laugh.

“That was fun,” you say, just now rising off of him and trying your best not to groan at the feeling of emptiness.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “you’re good at your job.”

You accept and return the compliment before turning off the camera and excusing yourself in the bathroom.

Alone with his thoughts, Taehyung flops backwards on your bed and recall what has just happened. He’s scared, he feels like you’ve trapped him in your heart, like a caged animal. He knows he shouldn’t have feelings for him, but he can’t help himself; you were absolutely perfect in his eyes.

When you enter the room again and lay down next to him, he thinks about how little he cares about anything other than you. He doesn’t care if his career doesn’t allow it, what his friends will say, or what his fans will say. He only wants you.

“Y/N?” he calls softly, turning his head to look at you.

“Yes?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

#bts #bts smut #taehyung #taehyung smut #bts imagine #bts scenario #kpop imagines #kpop scenario #kpop smut #jeongguk #jungkook #jimin #hoseok #namjoon #kim seokjin #yoongi

[cherryrogers]

Halloween.

Loki x Fem!Reader

Contains: Pure fluff.

Synopsis: It’s Loki’s first Halloween, and you’re determined to make sure he enjoys it.

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“Halloween?” Loki asked, a confused brow raised as he sat across from you at the kitchen counter.

“You don’t know what Halloween is?”

The god didn’t react, indicating to you that his answer was no.

“Well,” You started. “It’s a holiday where everyone dresses up in a costume, usually something scary. People decorate their houses with creepy stuff, carve pumpkins, eat way too much candy... it’s basically a day to celebrate all things horror.”

Loki just stared at you for a couple of seconds, comprehending your explanation before deadpanning at you. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard of.”

You sighed, knowing that he would have that reaction to Halloween. Sure, it was pretty stupid. Was their any logical, important reason for the holiday to take place? Not particularly. Did you waste a tad too much money on Halloween decorations? Certainly. But it was fun. While you knew Loki wouldn’t intitially like the idea of Halloween, you knew that with a bit of persuasion, he would be dressed in costume and jamming a knife into a pumpkin in no time.

“I read somewhere that people originally started wearing scary costumes on the day to ward off ghosts.” You stated, pulling out your phone and going to your camera roll. Perhaps showing Loki consumes from the previous Halloween’s you’d celebrated would get him more in the spirit.

Usually, when it came to getting Loki out of his bedroom and stopping him from brooding, you were the one making him do those things. Watching him trying to settle into living in the compound was hard, seeing as the rest of your housemates didn’t tend to give him a second glance when he was around. Of course, Thor would occasionally have brotherly banter with him, but other than that, Loki didn’t have much of a relationship with anyone else. You’d been in his place before - being new to the compound and feeling like the odd one out. You knew it wasn’t a nice feeling, and you were determined to make the compound feel like somewhat of a home to him.

“Look.” You placed your phone in front of him on the marble counter. The picture on the screen was a photo of you and Natasha from the previous Halloween, before Loki had arrived at the compound. Natasha had her back to the camera, showing off the makeshift wings you and her had spent days crafting to try and resemble Sam’s outfit. She was looking over her shoulder dramatically, standing directly next to you in your costume. Red boots covered the bottom half of your legs and stopped just below your knee, hiding the blue leggings that you were wearing along with a long-sleeved, shoulder-less top. The top was plain white at first, before you painted the top part blue and added the red stripes to the bottom of it; not forgetting the star in the centre. To top off the costume, you were holding Cap’s actual shield in front of your body, which you’d begged Steve for you to use for the night.

Sam and Steve tried to act like your costumes were terrible, but they secretly were quite impressed.

“These were mine and Nat’s costumes last year. Clever, huh?” You attempted to get a positive reaction out of Loki, but you unsurprisingly failed.

He didn’t take his eyes off your phone as he replied. “And these costumes were meant to ward off evil spirits? I’m not sure the image of the almighty Captain America will do that job.”

He wasn’t wrong, honestly. However, he just didn’t seem to be grasping the idea of Halloween. You couldn’t necessarily blame him, considering he’d never celebrated any seasonal holidays before moving permanently to Earth.

“Halloween’s not really about that anymore. Like most things, it kinda lost its traditional purpose and became something more... fun. I mean, it’d be weird if I dressed up as Steve on any other random day. But on Halloween... totally fine.” You took your phone back and shoved it back into your pocket.

“So, it’s now just an excuse to dress up in outfits that aren’t usually socially acceptable?”

“...Yes.”

“Again, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

You smacked a hand against your forehead, letting out an agitated sigh. He just didn’t get it. Maybe if the guy actually tried dressing up and enjoying himself, he wouldn’t be so critical of it.

Loki had a smug smile on his face when you looked back up at him. “Look, there’s two days until Halloween. We’re having a party on Halloween night, and everyone is gonna be dressed up. Please tell me you’ll be there? With a costume?”

His smile faded slightly. “I don’t like parties.”

“But it’s a Halloween party.”

“That doesn’t change my mind.”

Your eyes widened hopefully, leaning closer to Loki across the counter. You weren’t going to say it aloud, but you really wanted him to be at the party. You liked Loki a lot; as a friend, and perhaps even something more than that. It was important to you that he didn’t miss out on things just because he doesn’t feel like he belongs. While he hadn’t directly told you that, you could tell that was what he thought of himself. You noticed how he tended to leave a room when too many people were on it, how he never joined in on movie nights, how he would disappear during missions despite Tony scolding him for it every time.

Loki shouldn’t have to feel like that, because he was a person - he was just as important as everyone else living in the compound. And you wanted to make sure he knew that.

“Come on, Lokes.” His nose scrunched at the nickname he supposedly hated (he didn’t really). “I’ll make sure you have fun. I’ll even help you with your costume. We’re running a little short on time, but I’m sure if I finish all my work now and get started as soon as possible I can put something tog-”

“Fine.”

“You’ll come?”

He exhaled reluctantly, a small grin playing on his lips. “Yes.”

As soon as he said the word, you rushed out of the kitchen to your office to get started on the paperwork you needed finished for the 30th. Your handwriting was slightly messy, and you could barely focus on what you were meant to be doing as you thought of a million ideas for a Halloween costume for Loki. Would he want something more on the creepy side? Something more playful? A character from a movie, or something original? Thoughts whirled around in your mind as you got yourself hyped for the party, hyped to see Loki.

While you were in the middle of working, Natasha wandered into your office and sat herself on the chair across from you, making herself comfortable. The red head often came in when she was bored - Nat was incredibly fast at finishing paperwork. The woman did it as soon as it was handed to her and never had to worry about deadlines. You wished you had her work ethic.

“You got a costume for Thursday yet?” She spoke up.

“Please,” You chuckled, putting down your pen and resting your chin in your hands. “I’ve had a costume planned since last Halloween.”

Natasha raised a curious brow. “And that is?”

You smirked, holding up a finger, telling her you’d be one minute as you fled to your bedroom to grab an element of your costume to show her.

When you returned, you instructed Natasha to close her eyes while you carefully put on the small part of your costume. Once you were happy, you allowed her to open her eyes, and she let out a laugh at what she was looking at.

You had put on two black gloves, but that wasn’t all. Attached to each glove was sharp, long scissor blades that followed the movement of your fingers when you moved them. You weren’t too sure about the idea at first, as you could hear Steve’s voice already telling you about how your costume was a ‘safety hazard’, but it was for Halloween. As long as you didn’t get too drunk and forget that literal blades were sticking out of your hands, you were sure you’d be fine.

Nat tilted her head to the side, examining the makeshift gloves. “Edward Scissorhands?”

“You guessed it.” You beamed. “So, if anyone asks why all of the scissors in the compound have disappeared, don’t rat me out. It’s for the cause.”

“It’s for a Halloween costume you’ll be wearing for a couple of hours.”

“I’m sure Tony won’t have an issue with buying some more.” You shrugged. “Plus, now that my costume is sorted, I need to think of something for Loki.”

Leaning forward in her seat, Natasha furrowed her brows. “Loki? He’s coming to the party?”

“Yeah, I asked him to.” You said the gloves off your hands and laid them gently on your desk.

“And he said yes?” More confusion was laced in her tone.

You nodded, feeling proud of yourself internally for being the only one that could actually get Loki to come to the party. “Yep, but he needs a costume. Something that he won’t hate. I want him to enjoy himself, you know? If he has a shitty costume, he’s gonna hate me for making him go.”

A smirk made its way onto Nat’s lips, and her expression gave you hope. “I have an idea.”

* * *

As you skipped down the hall to Loki’s bedroom, you couldn’t shake the excitement that was practically making you glow. It was finally Halloween, and there was two hours until the party started.

After Natasha suggested an idea for Loki’s costume, you and her spent a good amount of time putting it together. She made you a list of everything you needed to buy from the costume store, and while you were at the store buying all of it, Natasha planned his hair and makeup. Yes, hair and makeup. If Loki was going to look amazing in his costume, he was going to have to venture a little out of his comfort zone.

Loki was aware that you were planning out his costume for the night, but he was definitely underestimating you. He was thinking at the most you’d give him a prop and a headband. Little did he know...

Knowing that you’d be very busy getting Loki prepared for the night, you had your hair and makeup done early, as well as your full costume on - except for the scissorhands. Although they looked cool, they were quite impractical. Your hair was curled into tight ringlets, and the dark coloured shadow on your eyelids made your eye colour pop. Several thick belts tapped around your black t-shirt, and that was complimented by a short black tutu and knee high combat boots. You looked hot, honestly. Sure, maybe your hair should be a little messier and your skirt shouldn’t be so short, but you were hoping to impress a certain someone tonight, and you didn’t want to ruin your hair by dousing it in hairspray. Plus, the skirt was just cute.

Using the hand that wasn’t carrying the bag of Loki’s stuff, you knocked quickly on his bedroom door. It wasn’t long before the door opened slowly, revealing the god wearing a surprised expression at your costume. Maybe it was the makeup that accentuated your eyes, or the tutu that didn’t quite cover your thighs; after whatever it was that caused Loki to gulp nervously, you smiled warmly at him.

“Happy Halloween, Lokes.” You greeted him, sliding past his tall frame and setting the duffle bag down on his neatly made bed. “You ready to see your costume?”

The mention of his costume snapped Loki back into reality. “I’m not quite sure, if I’m honest. But, go on.”

After fumbling with the zip of the bag, you pulled out the main part of his costume - the headpiece.

It started out as a plastic hairband, but you and Nat worked your magic, and it became something pretty awesome. The hairband was painted dark green, and long, green and gold snakes, which honestly looked sort of realistic, stuck out from it. It didn’t look like a crappy two dollar hairband from the costume store - it looked professionally made. Even Loki was pretty impressed, yet a little confused.

He reached out and took the hairband from you, examining it carefully. “This... looks like you spent a lot of time on it.”

“I did. Well, we did. Natasha and I made it together.”

“So... what is my costume? Some sort of snake man?” Loki questioned, causing you to glare playfully at him.

“No, you’re not gonna be a snake man. Do you still have all of your green, Asgardian stuff?” You asked.

He nodded cautiously. “Yes, why?”

“You’re gonna need it for your costume.”

* * *

An hour later, Loki is in a long, green cloak over a simple black tee and tight leather pants. Admittedly, you picked them out because his legs looked fine in them. He is sat on his desk chair, which was moved in front of the long, vertical mirror in his room so that he could watch as his makeup and hair was done. Initially, he was a little reluctant to having a large fuss being made on his appearance, but he secretly loved the feeling of his hair being combed and the soft bristles of makeup brushes touching his face.

Natasha was on hair duty. She’d brushed through his locks gently before adding semi-permanent green dye to certain streaks in his hair. Meanwhile, you were setting the light layer of foundation you’d added to his skin and beginning to do some subtle eye makeup on him.

“You excited for the party yet?” You murmured, tapping the eyeshadow brush against the palette to rid any excess green powder and lifting it to his eyes.

“I’d be more excited if you told me what I was going as.” He responded.

You chuckled with a roll of your eyes. “I thought you would’ve figured it out by now, Loki. You’re wearing a headband covered in snakes, you’re all dressed in green...”

Loki just looked at you cluelessly.

“You’re Medusa! The one with snakes for hair, and if you look into her eyes, you get turned into stone.”

A look of realisation overcame Loki’s expression. “Ah, I see. Sorry, I don’t tend to pay that much attention to Greek mythology. I’m more interested in the Norse type.”

“Hm, I wonder why.” You scoffed at his words. “How’s the hair coming along, Mrs Incredible?”

“Just about done, Scissorhands.” Natasha replied, sliding the snake hairband on top of Loki’s head. As always, the girl looked stunning. She was dressed as Elastigirl, and the outfit was practically identical to her outfit in the movie. You and her really didn’t mess around when it came to Halloween costumes - if you weren’t going all out, what was the point? You let Nat know that the eye makeup was finished too, and put all the makeup products back in your duffle bag.

Clapping excitedly, you ushered Loki to stand from his chair. “Alright, Medusa. Let’s get a full look at you.”

The god stood up, groaning slightly at the pain in his legs from being sat down for so long. His gaze trailed from the ground up to his full reflection in the mirror. His outfit was something he was pretty used to wearing, as it was his own Asgardian attire. However, his eyes widened at the slight green-gold colour that had been brushed over his eyelids. He eyed the headband that was sitting on top of his dark locks, surprised at how much it... worked for him. Loki was honestly sort of crapping himself, worried that he’d show up to the party looking like a joke. Though, he wasn’t so concerned about that now.

“Do you like it?” You asked hesitantly, stepping closer to him so you were staring at both of your figures next to each other in the mirror. Honestly, you thought you looked like quite the duo.

There was a short silence, before Loki cracked a smile. “You’ve pleasantly surprised me, (Y/N).”

You couldn’t prevent the grin that took over your face, and your hand raised to Loki’s shoulder, squeezing it assuringly. “I’ve gotta say, Lokes. You make a pretty good-looking Medusa.”

Loki couldn’t tell whether his breath hitched from your words or your touch, but both made him genuinely glad you’d pushed him into dressing up for Halloween.

You looked behind you, seeing Natasha packing the duffle bag and then throwing it over her shoulder, getting ready to head downstairs. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the red head, considering the whole Medusa constume was her idea. In return, she mouthed a ‘have fun tonight’, winking playfully before pulling open the door and leaving.

* * *

As soon as you heard music blaring through the speakers downstairs, you pulled on your gloves covered in scissors and motioned for Loki to follow you out to the party, apologising with a giggle when you accidentally wacked him in the arm with one of your blades.

You and Loki manoeuvred in between the crowds of people in their costumes; considering the party was for people in the compound and anyone else Tony approved to come, there was a lot of people dotted around the usually empty ground floor.

Once you made it to the bar, you ordered drinks for the both of you. Not something too strong, but just something to take the edge off. To take the edge off you, anyway. The regular alcohol wouldn’t have an effect on Loki, but he still liked drinking the stuff - the bitter yet sweet taste was comforting in its own way.

After thanking the bartender, you went to pick up your drink, bit were soon reminded of the impracticalities of your costume when one of the scissor blades clinked against your glass. Loki noticed your frown, chuckling gently as he sipped his own drink before placing it back on the counter.

“Allow me.” He leaned forward and spoke next to your ear over the loud music, causing your body to freeze at you being in close proximity to the god.

His own hand clasped around your glass, and he lifted it up to your mouth, tipping it towards you. Feeling the liquid against your lips, you opened your mouth slightly and let yourself sip the drink, savouring the sugary taste on your tongue. Your eyes never left his as he took the glass away and placed it back next to you. There was something oddly... alluring about Loki doing that for you, especially since his bright eyes were piercing into yours the whole time. It made your stomach turn with nerves in a way it never had before, a way that you were sure could only be caused by the man in front of you.

“Thank you.” Your voice was slightly raspy, since your previous interaction made your throat go dry, ironically after you’d just taken a drink.

“I was meant to tell you before,” Loki dropped his gaze to the bar for a moment, before bringing it back up to you. “Your outfit is marvellous.”

He wasn’t speaking next to your ear that time, so you couldn’t quite hear what Loki had said. You took a step closer to him, your chests almost pressing together. “Sorry, I can’t hear you over the music. What did you say?”

Colour arised in his cheeks as he leaned in next to your ear again. “You look incredible tonight, (Y/N).”

Your stomach was doing flips at this point, but the compliment also gave you a surge of confidence. It was Halloween, after all. Not that that had anything to do with making impulsive decisions, but if you made one and it backfired, at least you were at a party where you could drown your embarrassment with alcohol.

Before Loki could pull back away from you, you reached up and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Your lips lingered on his soft skin for a moment, and you could tell his whole body had stiffened. However, judging by the smile playing on his lips, you assumed that he appreciated the gesture.

“Thanks, Loki.” You practically whispered, but because you were still so close to him, Loki heard you very clearly.

Quickly, you pulled off one of your gloves and grasped your drink, chugging the rest of the liquid in two gulps. After putting the glass aside, you replaced the glove on your hand and pushed yourself away from the bar. Tilting your head to the side, you motioned for Loki to follow you to the dance floor.

With you walking in front of him, you didn’t notice the smile that had widened on face. To think that he was going to completely ignore the existence of Halloween. He reminisced on the moment you had shared only a minute prior, still feeling his skin tingling from your soft touch. Hopefully, that would be the first of many intimate moments you’d share.

“Ow.” A voice pulled Loki from his thoughts, and he searched for the source of the cry, eventually assuming it was blond in front of him who was rubbing his arm with a pout on his lips.

“Those gloves are a safety hazard, (Y/N).”

“Shut up, Steve.”

#i wasnt expecting for this to be so long #but here we are #happy halloween y’all #a new part of princess should also be up by the end of the week :) #loki #loki oneshot #loki reader insert #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader #loki imagine #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki x you #loki x fem!reader

[alonely-dreamer]

Dangerous Creatures | Chapter 12: Gone Creature

Summary: Mackenzie Alemaund is an unlucky 18 year old teenager whose life changes drastically after she gets kidnapped by two vampires and learns, in the same day, that she is not human.

Pairing: Elijah x OC

Words: 2703

A/N: I'm very sorry this took so long, you have no idea how many times I've tried to write this chapter, how many versions of this there were. I will try to upload the next chapter very soon, but as always, I make no promises.I hope you enjoy this!

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6|Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

The screams echoing in the hallways were nothing unusual anymore. It had started on the night of Jonas and Luka’s murder and had continued well after that. Even after Elijah and the Salvatores had set their differences aside and allied to defeat Klaus, even after Bonnie got the powers from the burial ground, even after Elena had insisted on having lunch with Mackenzie every single day of the school week. The nightmares were there and they weren’t going away. She knew that. And so did he.

“Mackenzie,” he whispered as he sat down on the edge of her bed, placing a hand on her cheek.

She woke up with a start as he stroke a thumb on her wet face.

“It’s okay,” he said like he always did, “you’re okay.”

She sniffed, then took a deep breath then sniffed again, before she slowly sat up.

“Sorry,” she said like she always did, as she wiped the tears off her face with the back of her hand.

It had been almost two weeks and nothing had helped. Practicing her magic didn’t work. Spending time with the girls, making friends with them, didn’t work. Bonnie’s teas didn’t work. Helping Caroline with the dance didn’t work, not that Mackenzie had ever thought it would.

The first week, she had asked him to stay with her and he had never refused. But the second week, she hadn’t needed to ask anymore. He laid down next to her without a word and she moved to rest her head on his shoulder. She usually slept perfectly after that.

“Are you ready for the dance tomorrow?” he made her laugh.

“You keep asking like you want to go,” she joked back.

“What is it again?”

“A 60’s dance.”

“I’d rather chase down Katerina.”

“Still no word from her?”

“No,” he shook his head, “my guess is Klaus has her. Damon and Stefan said they haven’t seen her since…”

“Since the Martins…”

“Mmh,” he nodded.

“Do you think she’s dead?”

“No. Not Klaus’ style. Death would be… too easy for her, for what she did.”

Mackenzie shivered. “Let’s just… sleep.”

“Of course, my apologies.”

“G’night ‘lijah,” she mumbled with a yawn.

“Good night Mackenzie.”

***

It made Elijah nervous to leave Mackenzie alone. He didn’t really know why. But after what happened to the Martins, he feared that Klaus’ next target would be the elemental. Not because she was a threat, but because she would be an easy way to hurt him. So, he drove her to school in the morning and picked her up in the afternoon. He couldn’t take the risk of leaving her alone. Especially now that the full moon was in two days.

“What are you going to do this morning?” Mackenzie asked as he stopped the car.

“I’m going to read more about the Holy Forest. The documents we found yesterday are going to be easy to translate.”

“Your morning sounds as exciting as mine,” she chuckled. “Actually, it sounds more exciting than mine,” she sighed once she saw Elena and Caroline waving at her at the other end of the parking lot.

“I thought you got along with them?”

“I do,” she shrugged. “But I can already hear them trying to get me to go to the dance tonight. Caroline keeps insisting on finding me a date no matter how many times I say no… I just… I don’t understand how they can even think about it.”

“Would you rather they stay locked inside their home waiting for Klaus to find them?”

“I…” she shook her head. “I don’t know… I don’t know if that makes them brave or…”

“Or?” he raised an eyebrow.

She chuckled. “Nothing. I’m gonna be late. See you later.”

She could feel the two pair of eyes on her as she exited the car. She could already hear Caroline complain about how she didn’t trust him and how she shouldn’t trust him either. Mackenzie had learnt to ignore her.

Alaric was finally back from his two-week hiatus. Elena had started to worry but she understood he needed time after seeing Isobel two weeks earlier. He hadn’t even tried to contact Jenna. She wondered what her birth mother had told him. Could it have been more upsetting than seeing her kill herself?

Alaric was obviously going through something. He didn’t even bother to try teaching his class, he just rambled about the 60’s instead. Mackenzie thought there was something odd about him, but she couldn’t place it. She wondered where the magic she sensed on him was coming from. Maybe he had been taking some of Bonnie’s teas? She couldn’t figure it out.

It bothered her not to be able to mention it at lunch. Elena and Bonnie saw something was wrong, but she didn’t know what to tell them. Luckily, they were preoccupied with other things.

“What did you tell Jeremy for him to run off this way?” Elena asked.

“I told him he had to dress up tonight.”

The doppelganger laughed. “That would do it.”

“You’re still not coming tonight, Mack?”

“I don’t want to dress up either,” she tried to joke.

“Hey, Elena, there you are,” a girl from their history class, whose name Mackenzie couldn’t remember, interrupted them. “This is gonna sound super freaky but this totally hot guy just asked me to ask you if you’re going to the dance tonight?”

Elena looked both surprised and uncomfortable, she looked at Bonnie who frowned and said: “Tell him she has a boyfriend.”

“You could at least meet him,” she insisted, “he’ll be at the dance tonight, look for him. His name is Klaus.”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Elena asked.

“His name is Klaus. I know the name’s stupid but I swear he’s hot!”

Mackenzie drew a shaky breath as she took out her phone and texted Elijah.

“We gotta go,” Elena said, and they almost ran out of the cafeteria.

When they got to the Salvatores’ house, Elijah was already there, waiting in the living room with Stefan and Damon. She immediately went his way and stayed by his side.

“What happened?” Stefan asked.

Elena explained everything which he already knew. There wasn’t much to say. Klaus was here. Klaus would be at the dance. They needed a plan and they needed it now.

“So we go to the dance, we find him,” Damon said like it was going to be that easy.

“Really?” Stefan stopped him, “he could be anywhere at any time, he compelled somebody at school.”

A knock on the front door was followed by Alaric’s entrance.

“There you are,” Damon welcomed him.

“Sorry I’m late...” he stepped toward the group but stopped at the sight of Elijah.

“Hey, I need you to put me down as a chaperon for the dance tonight,” Damon cut him off. “Klaus made his first move,” he said like it was a game.

Alaric didn’t reply nor look away from the Original. Mackenzie frowned, wondering what was wrong.

“Okay,” Elena breathed out, “so we find him and then what? What’s our plan of attack?”

“Me,” Bonnie said, “I’m the plan. He has no idea how much power I can channel. If you can find him, I can kill him.”

The elemental looked up at her roommate who nodded. “Yes. Ms. Bennett is our only chance at killing Klaus.”

“That’s not gonna be that easy,” Alaric laughed quietly, “I mean, he’s the biggest baddest vampire around.”

“Alaric has a point I mean,” Damon started, “what if he…” he launched himself at the witch who, by a simple wave of a hand, sent him fly away to the other end of the room.

“Well, I was impressed,” Stefan nodded.

“It doesn’t matter if he’s an Original. I can take down anyone who comes at me. I can kill him. I know I can.”

“So, Mackenzie,” Elijah said, “looks like we’re going to the dance after all.”

“You’re going…?” Alaric asked with a weird look on his face, his finger moving from the girl to the vampire.

“Well, I’m the only one here who knows what Klaus looks like. Besides, I believe you will need the reinforcement.”

“Why take Mackenzie? It’s too dangerous,” Elena said.

“I’m not a student, Ms. Gilbert, Mackenzie is my way in.”

“She’s your date,” Alaric said with what looked like amusement on his face.

Mackenzie frowned. If she had to go to this dance, and especially if Klaus was going to be there, she would feel safer with Elijah there.

“I guess she is,” the vampire nodded and all of them could feel the discomfort settling in the room.

***

“I hate this.”

“You look great, Ms. Alemaund.”

“I look ridiculous!”

“You look beautiful,” Elijah insisted.

Mackenzie blushed at the compliment and blushed even more at the thought he could see it.

“Well, you look…” she paused, looked at him, at his dark blue suit with his matching tie, looking for something to say, “you look like you.”

Elijah chuckled. “You’re terrible at compliments, Mackenzie. Both at receiving them and at giving them.”

She shrugged before turning around to look herself at the mirror one more time. She had picked up the dress from Caroline’s. A white short sleeved dress with red cherries all over it. She had red lips and pink cheeks. Her hair was brought up in a ponytail and she was wearing a red headband. The short heels of her white shoes made her stand a little bit taller, but just a little bit.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I’d rather be chasing after Katherine too,” she said which made him laugh.

He took her hand and pulled her away from the mirror. “It’s going to be okay.”

She could tell he was worried. She knew how difficult it was for him. After all, if everything went right tonight, his brother would be dead before morning.

***

Everybody was staring at them. Nobody knew Elijah and they all stared at Mackenzie’s date like he was an alien.

“Do you see anything?” she whispered.

“A bunch of gossiping teenagers.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you as soon as I see him.”

“Do you see Stefan and Elena?”

“They’re dancing over there.”

“Good evening!” the same girl from lunch stepped on the stage and seized the mic. “We have a special shout out tonight. This is for Elena. From Klaus.”

“Well he’s definitely here,” Mackenzie mumbled, growing more and more nervous. Elijah squeezed her hand.

“You’ll be fine. Remember, stay by my side.”

“If you think I’m going anywhere without you you’re crazy.”

“Would you care to dance?” he asked, holding a hand out to her.

She chuckled. “You don’t want me to dance with you, unless you enjoy people stepping on your feet.”

“I’ll take the risk,” he insisted with a smile, taking her hand and dragging her to the dance floor. He put his right hand on her waist and took her other hand in his. She rested her free hand on his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” she breathed out.

“Blending in. Following Ms. Bennett’s lead,” he said, gesturing towards Bonnie and Jeremy who were dancing near them. Bonnie gave a weird look to Mackenzie as she saw her in the arms of the Original. She ignored it and focused on her feet. The last thing she wanted to do was step on his.

“Thank you,” she said after a few minutes of dancing in silence.

He raised his eyebrows. “For what?”

“For helping me. I know I’m difficult… with the nightmares and… I’m just very grateful.”

He didn’t reply right away, which made her look up at him.

“I enjoyed the last few weeks with you. I’m not used to… company. To having a friend. Not in the recent years at least.”

“Me neither. It was nice.”

“’Was’? Now you make it sound like something bad is going to happen.”

“I don’t know… I have a bad feeling. It’s silly.”

“It’s not silly at all. Fear is good. Fear means you have something to lose.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” she said, surprising herself and him.

“I don’t want to lose you either, Ms. Alemaund.” After all, she was all he had.

She laughed.

“Are you mocking me now?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No. I just… When we met… I never thought… I never thought I’d be glad to have met you.”

“Ah,” he nodded. “I get that a lot.”

She laughed again. But then he lost his smile and started to look around and she started to get worried.

“What’s wrong?”

“They’re gone.”

“Who’s gone?”

“All of them. Bonnie, Damon, Elena… I don’t see them.”

Mackenzie looked around but she couldn’t find them either.

“Come on.”

When they reached the hallway, it was empty. They hurried down it then heard glass break. They ran towards the sound and found Alaric inside the trophy shelf. Bonnie and Elena at the other side of the hallway.

“What’s going on?” Elijah asked.

“It’s Klaus, he’s inside Alaric’s body!” Elena told them.

Alaric, or Klaus, started to laugh.

“Hi big brother. Surprised to see me?”

Elijah picked up Alaric with supernatural strength and speed and pinned him against the wall. His brother only laughed.

“By all means, brother. If you destroy this body, I’ll just get a new one.”

“Don’t!” Elena shouted.

So that’s what Mackenzie was sensing from him. It wasn’t Alaric but Klaus all along. She should have mentioned it. She could have stopped this.

“I see you made a new friend,” Klaus kept laughing.

“Elijah?” Mackenzie called with a quiet voice.

The vampire turned his head and saw Mackenzie looking down at her hands. She was bleeding. From her eyes, her nose, her ears.

“What are you doing?” he growled, pushing his brother harder against the wall.

“Me? Nothing,” he grinned.

“Let her go!” he heard Elena shout.

When he turned around, Mackenzie was in the arms of an unknown man, someone Elijah guessed was a witch, responsible for putting Klaus inside the history professor’s body and for Mackenzie’s pain. The elemental passed out and fell in the hands of Klaus’ minion.

“Ms. Bennett,” Elijah warned.

Bonnie didn’t know what to do. She tried to send the warlock away like she had with Damon earlier that day, but before she had the chance to do anything, he had vanished, and Mackenzie was gone with him.

“Where are they?” Elijah snarled.

Klaus only laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t harm her. As long as you don’t harm me. Oh, and, I think you have something of mine. The moon stone? Rings any bell?”

“I’ll kill you if you hurt her.”

“That’s what I’m counting on. You want her back safely? You know what to do. Or should I say, what not to do.”

Klaus waited for his brother to let go of him. He could see the dilemma in his eyes.

“I must say I was disappointed to hear you were plotting my death, brother.”

“You killed them,” Elijah said so low it almost scared Klaus, “our siblings. Our blood. Our family. You deserve to die.”

Klaus laughed again. “Are you willing to risk your little witch’s life?”

The need for revenge was almost too big. Who was Mackenzie to him? He had known her for a month, she wasn’t worth it. His siblings were. Klaus deserved to die for what he did. And yet, to Mackenzie, he was a savior. A friend. Someone she trusted. Someone he promised to protect, to keep safe.

Elijah’s grip only became tighter as Klaus waited for his response. Eventually, he let go.

“When will you learn, Elijah? Love… is a weakness.”

Elijah threw a punch so fast and so hard Elena, Bonnie and even Klaus heard it before they saw it. The girls gasped, thinking for a second that Klaus/Alaric were dead. But all Elijah did was punch a hole inside the wall.

“I’ll stay in touch,” Klaus said, dismissing his brother. Elijah hesitated, looked at Bonnie and Elena for a few seconds, before he vanished.

“Now,” Klaus sighed as he turned his attention back to the Bennett witch. “Where were we?”

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Just a short story of the gang. Since the legion attacked Azeroth the four troll had changed in many ways. Rhiesa started questioning herself, Ranaman broke up with his love, so he is grumpier than ever, Taz finally starts to "grew up" and Ran'drak... he is there,to help the other, like always. A bit late from the actual WOW story, but I don't even know what's happening in Azeroth. Heavy rain washed the deck of the small ship. The waves were huge, skies dark, soul broken. It must be somewhere close to Darkshore. A woman was deep down, in the cabin. Orange, flicking candlelight, dolorous sighs, and small teardrops on a wooden table. She was in crisis. Nothing, but endless thoughts, ideas of how to keep living her life. Eyes closed, she raised her head up and whispered into the silence ’’Elune help me!”. No reply, just endless silence, the pain of stuck in between two worlds. The door opened behind the woman, breaking the silence with a huge cracking noise. A man entered the room, tall, but skinny. Slowly, he stepped next to the woman who was sitting in an old chair. The man kneeled down to start his talk, looking into his wife’s eyes. Reaching an arm, the woman grabbed the strong, three-fingered hand and laid her forehead on it. “What now, Ran?” Cried the woman and confined her husband’s hand even harder. After the death of Vol’jin, Rheisa’s loyalty weakened for the horde. The bloodshed of Sylvanas made her ponder away. Her sacrament meant nothing for her anymore. She won’t be a brainless soldier, who follows all the bloody orders that the mad leader gave and will give. But, she can’t go back to the alliance, no. She had done numerous crimes against them. However, they only know Rheisa as a troll. Only her husband knows her true identity. He, and the druid’s sister, Tristelle. Tristelle…. she could help, maybe… but she won’t. That’s for sure. The high priestess of Elune could turn a troll into night elf. Hopefully, if Ran’drak wants it as well. Or, shall they hide away from the world? Living their life happily ever after, apart of the two factions, maybe… joining to the Cenarion Circle? Thought, those went through Rheisa’s mind. Just in a second. “We will figure out. Soon.” He kissed Rheisa’s cheek and looked into her eyes. “I love you." They’d like to enjoy each other’s company, just for a little longer, but the conditions made it impossible to happen. Tazanor entered the room, gasping. He barely could breathe. Rare times, when he raises up his red bandana. Getting fresh air was easier that way. “It be no good out there. Ranaman…. he needs help!” Catching his breath, he said. “What? What are you talking about? We’re not even…” “Just come!” He stopped Rheisa’s question. With worried eyes, he ran up the crooking stairs, back to the board. By shrugging at each other, the druid couple stood up and followed the hunter. Upon the stairs, painful groaning and moaning could be heard. Stepping to the dock, they found Ranaman, building ice barriers around himself. As Rheisa has seen the action, she roared up. “What is this all about? You’re gonna sink us all. Stop, at once!” “Look around, hot-head! We are surrounded.” “By who?” Tried Ran understood the whole thing. Sudden moment, a hippogryph appeared above the ship, trying to land. “That’s why.” Groaned the mage and shot an ice-spike at the stranger. “Let it on the board! It’s just one, we can deal with it easily. “She pulled her daggers out.” Stop making a barrier, this ship can’t hold that much weight.” Ranaman grunted and led his arms to fall next to his body. “Here you go. Take care of it!” He stepped back, hiding his hands under his cape. “Prepare yourself!” Shouted Rheisa and transformed into a panther. Taz flexed his bow’s string placing an arrow on it. The flying mount finally landed and two people jumped down from it. Both of them wore a hood and probably were night elves. “Rheisa!” The one with long white hair greeted. ”You’re a tricky girl. It was hard to find you.” A deep and solid voice was heard. The panther hesitated for a second, then replied. “Who are you? But most importantly, why do you seek me?” The one took her hood down. Her pale skin and purple markings caught the druid’s eyes. “Tristelle?” She asked, eyes wide open. “Yes, sister.” Her eyes glowed even brighter as she looked at the panther. “You need to come with us.” “Us? Who is the other elf?” The reason, why she needed to join to them could have been more important to Rheisa, but she can easily lose in the details. “She is Nivary, our little sister.” The other elf reviled her face as well. Her hair was short, half of it was in braids, like light green colors as Rheisa’s original one. Only one eye had marking, a leaf. The other was covered by a silver moon-pendant, same as the moon tattoo Rheisa has on her hands and Tristelle headband’s medal. She was shorter than her elder sisters and more muscular, but still thin. A grey wooden bow was at her back, full with leaves and pale coloured flowers. Her armor covered most of her body, turquoise feathers were in her shoulder pads and a purple raven’s head was in her breastplate. Small daggers were held in her thighs. “Hey!” Jumped Nivary in front of the panther, who transformed back. She looked more than cheerful, she was happy to meet Rheisa. Strange. The first time the druid had met Tristelle, she almost died. Rheisa was just standing there idly, speechless. She had no idea what to say, what to respond. “Um… Hello” After a while, and easy greeting slipped out from her lips, and waved shyly. She looked at Tristelle and gave a confused shrug. The priestess’s face emotions told everything. “She doesn’t know what we do” “For my entire life, I thought it was just me and Tristelle. Just yesterday, she told me to seek you up.” Nivary stopped, now checking Rheisa fully. “She told me to be prepared for everything, but… “She tapped the druid’s tusk gently”…this is something that I can’t understand.” “Just wait!” Rheisa raised a finger and from a troll, she turned into night elf. “So… it this some kind of an illusion? Are you a spy?” Nivary’s eyes and mouth widened from excitement. “Let’s just call it a form. Like my other animal ones.” She explained and laughed gently. “And no, I’m not a spy.” “Than what’s this form for?” Rheisa was about, to tell the truth, but Tristelle couldn’t let it happen. She stepped between the two, pulling Nivary a bit away from Rheisa. Ran’drak finally scoot closer to his wife, placing a hand at her hip and shoulder. “Who is he? Does he wear a form as well?” Looked Nivary at the tall troll. “No. I be her husband.” Making a short answer, he stepped a bit away from Rheisa, facing the priestess.” Now you answer’!” With threatening eyes, he approached Tristelle. For Rheisa, the two of them meant to harm. They can make her prisoner again, or worse. “Why ya be here? Where do ya want to take Rheisa?”His eyebrows narrowed. Around Tristelle’s hand, a blue light started massing. She cast off Ran from herself and the troll immediately hit the ground. “Back, you horde filth! It is none of your business. Rheisa can find out herself…” She pulled her hood on her head again.” if, she comes with us.” The druid ran to her husband to hold him up from the floor. Looking at each other, Rheisa nodded and started walking to Tristelle. “No!” Grabbed his wife’s arm. “Ya can’t be dat crazy. You know ya sister, what she wants is… something, always something to make you feel worse.” He whispered, hoping that the priestess won’t hear it. “It was a long time ago, and she finally introduced my other sister to me. She can be up to no bad this time.” Rheisa looked confidant, Ran’drak let her arm, but for a second, he stopped her again. “Just, be careful! I know dat these be idle words, but I still can’t trust in her. Laire needs a muu’ka, and… I need the love of my life.” His voice was soft and full of worry. “You know that I’m trying.” She jumped back for a quick kiss. Ran hugged her strong. “I love you,” They said, at the same time. The two night elves were already at the back of the hippogryph, waiting. Rheisa stood next to them, looking back at Ran and Taz. Her eyes were searching Ranaman as well, but the mage was gone, long ago. She waved and turned to her sisters. “Let’s go!” She transformed into a huge, dark-purple hawk. “Very well. Hold on tight!” Commanded Tristelle, grabbing the bridle. Nivary was giggling the whole time until the mount jumped off the deck. Once more, Rheisa looked back one last time, right into Ran’s eyes. He said nothing, but Rheisa could feel the worry and mistrust of him. She sighed and flown after the elves. Rheisa tried to stay as close as she could, listening if the two were talking. But they were in silence the whole time. Now the druid regretted that she hadn’t questioned Tristelle. For now, it all never minded.She wasn’t even sure if Nivary was really her other sister. She looked quite like she and Tristelle though. And why Tristelle didn’t tell them, little sister, the bloody truth of the parents? She couldn’t cut them all. At least, she’ll know the answer soon. As they flew further, the water got more purple, but not because of the sunset. The ocean slowly faded away and the elves were flying above land. Land, full of trees and wildlife. It was Darkshore indeed, Rheisa was right about the direction. Now, she only needed one more answer. What are they doing here? Tristelle slowly landed at the middle of the forest, she didn’t want to draw any attention. She hopped down from the hippogryph gently and as Nivary also gets off the mount, the priestess slowly walked to the head of it and whispered something to its ear. For that, the flying creature made his way out from the woods, leaving the three sisters alone. Rheisa herself stayed at a branch in her hawk form, waiting. “Maybe Ran’drak was right. Maybe they want to kill me. Is that why we’re here in the middle of nowhere? No! It’s too late for now to escape.” With a huge breath, she transformed back to night elf, and jumped down from the tree, in between her sisters. Bracing herself, she looked at Tristelle, taking some steps backward. “So tell me now! Why did you lead me here?” Serious eyes faced the priestess, trying to make her fear a bit, in case if her sister wants to kill the druid… again. Tristelle, she wasn’t overcome by the fury full eyes. “The thing, that you must see is somewhere close. Our journey not ended yet. Follow us, and stay close!” Beckoning to Nivary, she made her move, even deeper in the woods. “Try not to make a sound!” She looked back, over her shoulder. Rheisa rolled her eyes, being sneaky was her mastery. Even at the battlefield, her stealth missions were successful, all the time. “Battles… for what reason? From now, I’m not even a soldier. If I’m not a soldier than what am I? A lonely freak who spent most of her days away from her husband, her children, her friends? Just an insane murderer, who killed her own parents?” A picture appeared before her sight, a wooden wall of a house in Dranassus. The wall was painted with blood, words. Fear the power of the horde! A mad memory, that Rheisa regretted hundreds of time and hunts her every night. She hesitated, her legs were rooted to the ground, she wasn’t able to move until she heard Nivary’s shout. “C’ mon girl! It’s not that far. We’ve gotta hurry.” Waved the huntress with cheer. Somehow, she reminded Rheisa of Taz. Weird. Rheisa looked at her trembling palms, confined them to fists and closed her eyes for a second. As she opened them, she started walking after her sisters. Tristelle was already there, kneeling at the top of a cliff. The other two sisters get out from the massive crows of trees and stood behind the priestess. While the druid’s eyes stuck on Tristelle, the other two elves watched the distance with hurtful sighs and groans. Finally, the white-haired elf stood up and stepped in front of Rheisa, grabbing her shoulder. “That… is what you have to see.” She stepped away from Rheisa’s sight, pointing at the distance. She saw a wasted land: chopped trees, dead animals, wildfire and dark skies. Apart from the dead land, there were several spikey tents, all blood-red. “You’re horde came to ruin our land, for nothing.” Tristelle’s eyes glowed even brighter, her marks brightened. “Still, you’re with them.” She faced the druid again. “It was your home too, Rheisa. Help us then! We can’t lose Teldrassil.” “Help you? How? If your people can’t fight with them, I can’t defeat them on my own either.” Her eyes were full of surprise and misunderstanding. She couldn’t decide whether Tristelle went mad now fully, or not. “Just confess them to turn back, you’re one of them. They listen to you.” “One of them?” Rheisa shot her eyes down, sitting to the ground. “No. I never was one of them… I was just… a revenge full girl, who would do anything to stay with her beloved husband and make her parents and trainer suffer.” Nivary’s sight caught on the druid, with uncomprehending face, trembling legs. “What are you talking about? Why did you want to make our parents suffer? They have suffered enough. “Her voice chuckled and was full of sadness. “Don’t you know what happened to them…?” “I know, Nivary. I know it best.” She stared at her palms for some seconds, then turned them, keeping her eyes on her tattoos and stood up. “What…?” The Huntress tried to understand it, but she couldn’t, she didn’t want it to. Tristelle caught her head up, looking straight away at Rheisa. Without hesitation, a yellow light festered at her right hand, and strike down at the druid’s legs. ”I warn you to hold your tongue!”Yelled Tristelle hysterical. From the smite, Rheisa fallen to the ground to her back, looking back at the Priestess. The light burned her calf in a line. Rheisa roared up in pain and hit the ground with her right fist, and with her left hand, she tried to heal her wounds. She wasn’t good at mending, but Ran’drak had thought her some tricks. It was enough to stop the bleeding, at least, but the pain stayed. Unable to get on her legs, Tristelle kneeled down to the druid, resting her elbow at Rheisa’s thigh. “I was feared from that.” Gently, she rubbed her sister’s face with a grin. “You are too honest.” Her breathing was heavy and anger-full tiers came into her eye’s corner. “I should have killed you at Stranglethorn.” Nivary jumped into the picture, stretching her bow, placing an arrow close to the priestess’s head than to the druid’s. She changed her target every second. After a while, she kept the bow at Tristelle’s head. Her arms were trembling, her stomach groaned from the fear. “Stay away from her! Our family has lost so much. I won’t let you kill our blood.”The fear changed to fury, the trembling stopped. The top of the arrow had made a little scar at the priestess’s head. With confidence, Tristelle turned her head to the huntress, looking at the arrow. She touched the small wound on her forehead and made it disappear with ease. “Poor little sister.” Suddenly she jumped up and hugged Nivary. “You’re just like her, just like our an’da was. Cruel and always act from your own mettle.” She finished the hug, now looking back the druid, who still couldn’t get up from the ground. “You barely know anything of our parents.” She reached a hand for Rheisa and held her up from the ground, placing a healing spell on her legs, which eased the pain. Tristelle herself calmed down, at least, she tried. “Listen! I’ll tell you everything, about our parents.” She jolted, looking down at her feet. “Where shall I start…?” She pondered, placing her pale hand at the back of her neck, stroking it. “We lived in Darnassus, at that house, that you know very well.” She placed a hand to the druid’s shoulder.” When you were born, our parents were sure, that you’ll be great druid: You must be one, Elune told me. Said our min’da, who was a priestess, just like me. The sing, of our family, the craved moon that we all have was burned into your skin. “She took Rheisa’s hands, palms down, looking at the silver tattoo. Bye the touch of the priestess, it started glowing as bright as it has never before.“It means, that you can’t change your faith, at least, our parents didn’t want you to change it. Meanwhile, we only got a pendant, which can be lost any time, but you got them for an eternity, to find back home. They gave you to a trainer, to grow strong and when you’re ready, return home to us. “Her blue eye-glow faded away for a second, gasping to be able to finish what she had started. “Our min’da visited you every day, her vision, her echo was with you, even if you hadn’t felt it. But she was close. Our an’da tried to convince her each day, to take you home, but she refused it. She said: I know what I’ve seen. The goddess, she says, Rheisa can only find love, in Moonglade.” She took her hand down from Rheisa’s face, placing them in front of her own lips. “After a while, she lost the ability to visit you, she felt some kind of wild magic around you that protected you from the goddess’s gift. And when the day has come, to bring you home, you weren’t at Moonglade. Our an’da was close to end your trainer’s life, but me, and min’da stopped him. I guess you took your rage after him. “She sniffed and shrugged the idea away. Shaking her head she kept telling the story.” We returned home, mourning your loss. Min’da tried to find you once more, she concentrated all her power on you, without avail. But she failed again. We thought you were dead, or worse. Our parents loved you so much, Rheisa, even if you have never met them. I was… upset, I wanted to see my little sister. When you were born, I was too young, I didn’t know you.” She stretched her back and beckoned to Nivary, to join. The huntress scoot closer and kneeled down, next to Rheisa. With a huge sigh, Tristelle kept talking. “As years passed, our parents were gifted with a new child.“Now she grabbed Nivary’s hand. ”She had as green hair, as our an’da, and like you, Rheisa. Both of mine and your future was decided by our min’da, but this time, an’da took his daughter, denying Elun’s fate. Min’da wanted the same path for you, Nivary, the same as Rheisa had.“ She sat down, so did Rheisa. Tristelle grabbed the druid’s palm as well, now holding both of her sister’s hand. “I’ve never seen an’da that furious than that moment when he had taken Nivary out from min’da’s arms. Your goddess is fake, she only wants to take our children. I won’t let her take my daughter away! Never again! He yelled so loud, Nivary started wriggling at his hands, crying and fall out from his arms. She hit her head so hard, the light from her left eye faded, she lost half of her sight.” Facing the Huntress again, she confined her hand even harder. “It wasn’t borne with you.” She sighed. “After that, the years sped up. Our parents hardly divided. Min’da kept on my priest training, and an’da made you a huntress. After five cruel years, our family united again… sort of. One night I was away with Nivary, we visited the family’s moon-well. The spirit of it warned us to hurry back home. So, we did. At the house, silence waited for us. We found our parents, lying in their own blood…” The huntress’s eyes filled with tears, they rolled down from her chin to the ground. Seeing her sister, in Tristelle’s eyes some tear appeared as well. “…them face was ripped, such as their chest. We found no words, nothing, the world stopped for us. We flopped down next to our parents’dead body, we couldn’t see from the tears, but then…” She swallowed a huge and moped her eyes. “…I looked up to the wall. With our own parents’ blood, there was… writing. Fear the power of the horde.” She hissed her words, wincing. “From that moment it was just me, and Nivary. Until a fateful moment, I found you.” She pointed at Rheisa. Her mouth closed, seemed like, she had nothing else to say. She stood up, stretching her back and taking small steppes until she reached the edge of the cliff again, watching the dead land. Teldrassilprominence at the distance. “Such beauty, majesty. Our home.” She whispered the winds carried her words. With slow, painful steppes, Rheisa joined to her, looking at the pitch-black skies. “I could… probably… try, to explain. And… I know you wouldn’t care.” She sighed, taking a big breath. “If I were you, I would do the same. But at least, I could try to make you understand, however, I don’t want any forgiveness. Thus, my words are pointless.” She stopped looking at the skies, her eyes found Tristelle, who still just stared at the distance. They stood there for a while, Nivary still sitting with no words. She tried to understand everything at once, that caused her headache, however, her own thoughts were painful enough. She buried her face to her lap, trying to lock the reality out. Rheisa kept looking at her sister, waiting for a reply. In a second, Tristelle’s eyes widened, such as her mouth. She froze in moment, trembling, falling to her knees. Orange light appeared at the two elf’s face, like fire, it even burned them a little. Rheisa collapsed next to her sister, as she also reckoned the tree. “No…” Left the only word Tristelle’s shuddering lips.

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DIFH x2 Chapter 4: Hoarding?

Nalu multichap Basically it’s Natsu’s and Lucy’s point of views in which their away from each other and sad/mad about it.  And if any of you have read my other fics, You KNOW It’s going to have more Fluff in it than a Build-A-Bear Workshop and a Pillow factory combined! Sometimes so fluffy that it may seem out of character at times so yeah! (Better summary in first chapter!)

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Rating: T (swearing, puberty, violence, some mentions of abuse and there is sadness but there is not smut or sex in any way shape or form!)

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I really couldn't figure this out and I've rewritten it SO many times but out of all of the ones I had this one was my favorite. It's really cheesy, but whatever. What do ya expect? I have a dairy farm! There's gonna be cheese! And honestly I was kinda just letting my writing go wild on this one...

"What the fuck are you doing Salamander?" Gajeel said, one metal eyebrow up, looking at the pinkette who currently had the top half of him flopped out the window, from his sitting position on the couch. In the tall man's hands, was the metal box that was on the couch earlier.

"I'm trying to see if I can see any sign of Luce but... it's so dark in there right now. There was so much noise before but now it's gone. What do you think they're doing?"

"Uh, probably sleeping. Which I am tryin' to do and what you should be doin' too!" Gajeel sneered. When Gajeel didn't hear a response, he looked up to see if Salamander or his blue cat was looking. Happy was sleeping on his green sack that he always carried on his back while Natsu still out the window but now whimpering and whining softly. Tch, what a moron… Gajeel thought. ...Can't he see how damn lucky he is? Even though deep down, Gajeel was in the same state. But by now, he was used to the pain of being away from the one he loves...

Knowing that Natsu was occupied and Happy sleeping, (He didn't have to worry about Pantherlily seeing, he already knew) Gajeel looked back at the intricate metal box and smiled softly. Patting the top, he opened it carefully as if it was the most precious thing in the existence.

Inside was a book, an orange T-shirt, and a yellow polka-dotted headband. Quickly, he tucked the items into his arms, flipped over on the couch so his back was facing everyone. He took in the scent of paper, ink, and lavender of all the items and immediately relaxed, the familiar rumbling from his throat began. All tension left his body all at once. Although the scents of the items were faded, they were enough to calm him.

The whimpering pinkette had his eyes squinting and nose twitching, searching for any sign of his most precious person but nonetheless, even the comfort of his absolute favorite scent of vanilla and fruity sweetness was nowhere to be found as he stared at the building. It took every fiber of his being to keep from jumping out the window and going to her… He promised Gajeel and Natsu neverbroke a promise…

No matter how much it sucked.

Natsu sighed in defeat, knowing that this was better than nothing. He was disappointed that he didn't get to see Lucy. But he understood why Gajeel didn't want Natsu to do what he originally wanted to do. He would be mad if someone told Lucy or anyone else about him sneaking in her home to sleep next to her. Speaking of sleep he was starting to feel drowsy.

At least if I'm here, I'll see her first thing when she comes out... She'll have that pretty smile on her face like she always does… And with that, the pinkette laid his head against arms and closed his eyes…..

But painful stab of abandonment and longing washed over him before he could even get comfortable on the windowsill, unknowingly yelping as it did. His hand that was not holding him up was clutching his aching chest. He felt as if his heart and guts were being brutally ripped out of him with some sort of poison. As if they were being slashed into tiny little pieces. His head felt like it was being ripped apart, as if someone was trying to rip him in half. It felt worse than motion sickness.

Mavis, how he hated this! It hurt so goddamn fucking much! It made him want to rip everything apart and wreak havoc on anything and everything that was in his way, keeping him away from her. The world seemed to spin and flip around plain darkness. He just wants to be with her. That's all he wanted. Nothing seemed right without her. Was that so much to ask?! He groaned and keeled over, sweating profusely. His hair and clothes sticking to his overheating body. He luckily fell on the floor and not out the window. He shook and shivered, pleading to any merciful being to just let him be by her side…

"Open your eyes, dumbass!" Was all he heard in his state of pain and then suddenly the world was...back to normal?

"Ugh..." Nope, scratch that.

"Hurts doesn't it?"

Natsu looked away from the ground and instead looked to where the source of the sound was, but everything was so blurry...

"Gods, is that you? If it is please take this pain away…" Natsu croaked, his face crinkled in pain.

"What? Hell no! I ain't no God! Where'd the fuck you get that fro-Oh, shit! HE'S BURNING A HOLE IN THE FLOOR!" Gajeel retorted, but Natsu just moaned back curling further into himself, making the metal floor slowly turn into a bright red and melting underneath him. Gajeel growled. "Happy?!"

"Aye?! What can I do?!" The blue exceed looked up from his hurting friend. He knew Natsu was too hot to comfort him even though Happy wanted to.

"Go to Lucy's hou-"

"LUCY! What about Lucy?! Is she here?! Where is my Lucy?! I need to see her!" the pinkette tried to look around but was too delirious and in too much pain that he just flopped back over.

"Oh geez, Lily please don't tell me I am this pathetic when I get like this?"

Lily just laughed. "You act exactly like this guy."

Gajeel groaned and slapped his hand to his forehead. "Whatever. It doesn't matter right now. Happy like I said, go to Lucy's house and-No, Natsu, she ain't here right now! Stop bein' so dramatic, ya piece of shit!-when you get there grab something of hers like a T-shirt or somethin'. Do NOT grab any of her panties or bras! You'll kill 'im if you do. Now go!"

"Aye, sir!" And with that Happy flew off, you could hear him yell 'Max speed!' as he went. Gajeel sighed and shook his head looking down on the groaning pinkette, "Shoulda known you wouldn't have been able to handle it right away. It's your first real night that you're tryin' to go to sleep bein' this far away from her without anything of hers, right? Maybe it woulda been better if I'd just sent your sorry ass back to her place... At least you can go to hers..."

"Wha…?" Natsu felt as if his mind was warring against itself. One side was screeching at him to go to her, but the other was resisting. Knowing that promises are meant to be kept. He was in hell right now…Where was his Angel when he needed her?

All of a sudden Happy burst through the window, landing in a metal bucket that made a 'clang!' sound on impact, panting heavily. "I got... the stuff…" He wheezed as he showed what he had in his arms. A little blue T-shirt, a yellow and pink tank top, and a little ripped white blanket.

"Damn, you're quick. Good job now give 'em here," Gajeel said, putting out his hand for the items which Happy gave to him, then began to walk towards Natsu. "Lily, what do you do when I do-"

"GIMME!" A blur of pink flew past him and suddenly the items that were in Gajeel's hands were now in the possession of the Flame Dragon Slayer as he crashed into a pile of scraps.

The boy, who wasn't even affected by the crash (it was nothing to the pain he felt earlier), marveled at the wondrous treasures in his hands, he fondled them, just indulging the fact that they were in his arms, as if they may disappear if he were to let them go. Everything about them screamed 'LUCY'. He brought the articles of fabric to his face as if he were trying to suffocate himself and deeply inhaled the sweet, sweet scent. Relief came over him as the excruciating agony he was in seconds before ebbed away until it was only a slight throbbing ache in his chest and head. It was only a substitute for her after all. He began to purr softly, something he only did when he thought of her or was with her. He remembered how he got embarrassed by it at first and smiled.

He and Happy were hanging out with Lucy at her house when he first purred. It happened a few weeks after they met. She was doing the dishes while Natsu and Happy dried them, when the two boys looked at each other, forming an idea. They snuck up on her as she was humming to a tune, wiping the inside of a bowl when they picked her up! (She squealed! It was so cute!) Next, they threw her on the bed and tickled her! She laughed her pretty laugh and yelled for them to stop but they refused and kept tickling her!

The boy and cat started to laugh also as the girl beneath them squirmed and giggled trying to get the boys to stop. The cat laughed because Lucy screamed 'Stop! I'm gonna pee!' and the boy laughed because he was just so happy because she was so happy! He noticed that something was vibrating within him he just didn't think much about it.

Soon, the boy and the cat decided that that was enough and stopped tickling her but Natsu still kept his hold on the beautiful girl. As she calmed down from her torture, she was about to punch and scold the boys when she heard something. With every cackle that Natsu released, there was a low rumbling with each breath. She said 'Wait, Natsu hold still!' before she put her pretty head on his chest trying to hear his breathing.

Natsu immediately froze as the color of his hair started to show on his cheeks, he was not expecting her to do that. He was surprised that she didn't hear his racing heart as she listened. He… really liked her being there. As if she belonged there…

The boy, distracted by the girl who he so very much adored, unknowingly began to purr louder. Lucy gasped suddenly and jerked away from him, making him very disappointed, and giggled cutely 'OH MY GOODNESS, NATSU! YOU PURR! THAT'S SO CUTE!' Happy and him were surprised to hear that statement, but Natsu was still delighted to hear that she thought he was cute, making him purr even louder to the point where they were able to hear it without being close to him. Happy gasped too and jumped up and down and shouted 'We're purring buddies!' then began to purr also.

Natsu made them pinkie-promise not to tell anyone which they agreed to.

Ever since that day, whenever Lucy came around, he would purr. Sometimes so softly that only he knew that he was purring, sometimes so embarrassingly loud that he felt like he was causing an earthquake! Sometimes he would hold his breath trying to make it stop! It was so embarrassing! Imagine if Gray or any of the guild for that matter found out! At least Lucy thought it was cute…

"-mander! Salamander! Get your lazyass up!"

"You didn't take this long…"

"NATSU! ARE YOU DEAD?!"

"Salamander's fine. He's purrin', ain't he?" came not so cute voices. Natsu groaned from his position, still breathing in the heavenly scent. Couldn't they just leave him alone!

"YOU'RE NOT DEAD!" Happy said well, happily and flew into Natsu's back for Natsu was laying on the scrap pile face first, curled around his precious treasures.

"Well, that's good. I'm gonna sleep now, and you two better be out of my house in the morning," Gajeel grumbled, his own precious treasures still in his hands. With that, the tall dragon slayer went back to the couch getting ready to sleep again.

"What?! You just can't leave him there! You need to help him!" Lily yelled in Gajeel's sensitive ears.

"Ouch! That hurt ya jerk!" Gajeel got up and yelled back at the cat, forgetting that he was supposed to be quiet. "And anyway, you know this is the best we can do for him right now!"

"What's going on? I don't get it!" Happy cried, then pointed at the limp boy in the pile of metal scraps. "What happened to Natsu?!" "He's hoarding that's all. That stuff you got him should last him through tonight at least."

"What's hoarding?! I still don't get it!"

"Ya don't know?!" Gajeel shouted back, honestly surprised.

"Tell me…"

All the males in the room stared at to where the new voice spoke. Natsu, was now sitting up, his eyes, the only part of his head you could see, staring everyone down menacingly.

But…

Let's just say that it is really hard to be taken seriously when you have a white blanket, a blue T-shirt, and a yellow and pink tank top wrapped around your head making you look like a mummy who went berserk in a paint shop.

Happy, Lily, and Gajeel burst out in laughter.

"You look stupid!"

"Oh, like you're one to talk, Gajeel!" Lily said, in between his laughter, holding his sides. "You do it too!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP LILY!"

Although you couldn't see it, Natsu started to blush under his makeshift mask, still breathing deeply while pressing the cloth to his nose and mouth, rubbing the soft fabric with his fingers. It felt so nice...

"Don't change the subject! Tell me what's going on!" Natsu demanded.

"How do you not know? And you call yourself a dragon slayer! Oh, and quit shouting!," Gajeel said between boisterous laughter.

"No!" Natsu shouted back, pointing a finger into the older dragon slayer's chest. "This obviously is somethin' that I apparently don't know! This has somethin' to do with being a dragon slayer right? I'm not that stupid! You've been holding onto that stuff of Levy's for the longest time and I need Lucy's stuff to function! I think Igneel said something 'bout this but...Arhgh! I don't remember!" He threw his hands up in frustration. "Wait, what about Lucy?! What's she got to do with this?! ANSWER ME, GAJEEL!"

"Geez, you're loud. You're just lucky that you didn't burn a complete hole through the floor so that I was able to fix it quick. By the way, you are stupid. Especially if you don't remember your dragon telling you this," Gajeel replied still snickering.

"Gajeel just tell us!" A little voice shouted. Happy had jumped in between the 2 blinked in surprise, and stepped away from each other.

"I already told ya. He's hoarding."

My goodness, give them some info Gajeel! Pantherlily thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. Then he sat next to Happy who was now on the floor waiting for answers.

"Hoarding?" Natsu asked, tilting his cloth covered head.

"Yeah, at least that's what I call it," Gajeel said. "You seriously don't know what's going on?"

"No, I don't."

"Wow. Ok, uhhh," Gajeel said, thinking about how he should word this to the unknowing dragon slayer. He for some reason felt an older brother teaching his kid brother about puberty. "So, Bunny Girl's very important and precious to you right?"

"Yeah! She means everythin' to me!" Natsu responded, saying it as if it was the most the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well, uh… Damn this feels weird to talk about. Ok, to sum things up, Dragons like keeping whatever is most precious to them close to them and safe. Whether it be gold and jewels or friends and loved ones. They're able to be away from them for a while, just as long as they come back to whatever it is to sleep. Don't know why but dragons feel reassured when they are able to be with them to protect them because when they're asleep they can't watch over them in the way they want to. So they like to be with them, makes 'em feel comfortable. Kinda makes them feel safe too. And with us bein' dragon slayers, we kinda have the same thing. That pain that you were in was basically your body telling you "You can't go to sleep yet, you need to go back to the hoard" The pain is supposed to wake you up or something so you can go back. Ya catching on so far?"

"But…Then why hasn't this happened to me before? I've been away from her before-"

"But you would usually stay at her house right? At her house, Bunny Girl's scent is everywhere. So in a sense, she's "there". At least enough to fool you or whatever."

That makes sense, Natsu thought. That's why he can't sleep without Lucy…

"Wait a sec, if we have to be near them or whatever, why didn't I just run over there?"

"I don't know man! All I know is that Dragon Slayers do this thing for some reason."

"Gajeel curls up into a ball and turns completely into metal," Lily stated.

"Thank you for saying that Lily," Gajeel said through gritted teeth.

"You're away from Levy right now. Why didn't you get like that, Gajeel?" Natsu asked, still playing with the fabrics across his face.

Not realising the can of worms he just opened.

"Because unlike you, asshole," Gajeel snapped, he stood up and glared at the pinkette, his red eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't have the privilege you do! I don't get to be with Levy every fuckin' night like you do! This is as close as I get to be with her! I'm used to the pain! I had to get used to it! And it was hell! It still is hell! Think about it Salamander! Could you handle this every goddamn ni-"

"I think I heard something. It's coming from up there!" Said a voice from outside.

The voice was a girl.

A girl they knew.

It was Levy.

Everyone up in the metal treehouse froze.

I know it’s a bit different but please be nice! 

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Pirate’s Treasure

Hey peeps! I told ya I’d be back with lovefest, and boy is this one a doozy. This is the day 4 prompt - crossdressing cosplaying. NSFW. yep. This is one of my longer pieces and has a TON of signature cookie banter. I loved playing around with the pirate theme with these two. I hope yall enjoy. As always, leave me a comment, reblog, tag, whatever you want to interact so I know what yall like! I’ll be back later with the next prompt. Let’s hope this keeps ya satisfied til then ;)

Pairing: Gajevy

Prompt: Cosplaying

Length: 3.4k

Pirate’s Treasure

"Trust me it'll be fun," Levy yelled from the bed, playing with wide black belt that laid across her hip.

"You said that last time, and it took a while before we got to any fun." Gajeel hadn't thought the 'night of endless torture' as he liked to call it, was fun at first. Levy’d had a great time, and Gajeel had eventually gotten what he wanted.

"It was teasing, and you loved it," she chided. "You just don't get teased as much as you dish it out. Payback, honey." Levy fiddled with her black corset and the gold buttons running up her stomach. "Besides, that was the most intense time we'd had in awhile. You said so yourself." As she looked herself over one last time, she heard her husband groan from the bathroom. "Plus, you're the one who really likes the book, Gajeel. You said it always makes you hot." Levy wanted nothing more than for him to stop griping and come out of his little hiding spot.

"Yeah, cause we're reading about sex. How could it not get hot?" The closed door muffled his words, but Levy knew him well enough to understand.

She prompted him further. "It's lead to more than a few steamy nights. I really want do this." Her hands wandered over her black, skin tight-pants and puffy cream top. "We both agreed I'd be hot as a pirate." Gold jewelry studded her neck and ears, but her most treasured piece was the ring on her left hand. "Trust your wife. This will be fun."

"It could still be fun if only you dressed up. Yer cute in those little outfits," Gajeel retorted. Levy heard the distinct sound of a zipper clasping shut. Her husband really was wonderful, catering to her fantasies, albeit a bit begrudgingly. She knew she could change his mind about dressing up though.

Levy fingered the fake pistol at her hip and the knife tucked into a sheath between her thighs. She'd really done her best to look the part. "I know I'm cute. I want to see you."

A thump against the door startled her for a second. He was moping. Typical Gajeel. Levy knew he'd enjoy this if he could just be open to the idea a little more. "I just don't think it's necessary for me," he whined. "I'd rather be naked."

Sometimes it surprised Levy how unadventurous he was in bed. Well, he could be very adventurous, but occasionally he needed a little push. "Please, for me," she cooed.

Gajeel could never turn down that singsong voice of hers when she asked him like that, soft with just a touch of pleading. "Fine," he grumbled as he stepped out of the bathroom.

Levy's jaw dropped at the sight of him. His legs were muscled—clearly outlined under the tight white pants. Her eyes flicked down, and she could see that he'd refused to wear the tall, thin black boots, opting for his usual heavy, iron-studded pair instead. But she didn't mind; Levy had fallen in love with the bit of rebel inside him along with all the rest. Gajeel wore a dark blue coat embroidered in gold with shining buttons cascading down its length. His bare chest peeked out beneath a loose hanging white shirt. Gajeel was supposed to have them both fully closed, but Levy enjoyed her view too much to complain. The final touches were his navy cravat, pistol holster, and usually wild hair neatly tucked into a ponytail beneath his hat. He looked perfectly like a Gajeel born version of the character. A bare chest and sultry smirk made him even better than the original. Levy's eyes went wide, and she leaned forward onto all fours as he sauntered over. Gajeel noted the way she reacted, experiencing the largest ego boost of his life.

"Like what ya see?" he asked as looked down at her. Levy nodded furiously. It was like seeing one of her favorite characters jump off the page and into her life, and he was ready to slam her into the bed. Gajeel kissed her deeply, letting his tongue trace the crevices of her mouth. "Now, is this what you had in mind?"

"Almost." Levy turned her eyes away, blushing for a moment. "I want you to get into character."

"Huh? I thought we were just wearing costumes." It seemed like Levy had a few surprises tonight.

"No," she gulped, "I want to feel like it’s real." Levy looked up into his eyes, and her tone changed. "You can pick any scene you want." Suddenly, she grabbed his cravat, pulling him down into a fierce kiss. "Captains orders." Levy rolled his lower lip with her teeth; it puckered when she released him.

Gajeel sat there stunned and took a minute to look over his wife.  Her legs were encased in knee length boots, and black leggings hugged her ass. Gold, scalloped clasps kept her corset shut, making a stark contrast to the black leather embossed with flowers. Her cream strapless blouse hung tight on her chest and loose at her wrists, ending in her signature three-quarter length sleeve. A burgundy vest covered her back down to her hips, held snug against her body with a wide black belt. Hanging from a gold loop on the belt was the holster for her pistol. Levy's ruby striped headband kept back any loose hair, completing her look. She was a stunning. Levy hardly ever put herself on display like this, opting for more subtle, comfortable clothes or better yet no clothes at all. Gajeel snickered, no clothes at all was definitely the best. Breath caught in his throat as he took in the look in her eyes; there was something sensual and almost dangerous there, and it thrilled him.

"That's quite the proposal, Lev."

Levy slapped his jaw with her foot. "That's captain to you." Gajeel's eyes widened. Levy wasn't usually so feisty or commanding. He wondered just how far she would go in this role.

"Well then, captain," he purred, reaching to grab the back of her head, "Remember that scene where I meet you again in the tavern?"

"Hmmm, which one?" Levy's head swam as he nibbled kisses up her neck.

"The third time, when we go to the room after."

Levy shivered at the memory of the scene, and wetness began to coat her folds. "Yes, that one."

Gajeel tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. "Well, Captain? Whaddaya say?" Levy shuddered at his hot breath then pushed back against him, feeling the toned muscles in his chest.

"I'd say a man of the Royal Navy should have better vocabulary," she murmured, untying his cravat.

"Ahhh but I used to be a sea dog or don't ya remember?" He licked his lips. "It's how I'm the best at catching pirates."

Levy felt herself slipping into character. Heat burned in her gut. "Hmmm I had forgotten, Officer Gajeel." Shivers swept through her skin. "I like the sound of that. Off-i-cer Gaj-eel." Her words fueled his lust, and he too fell into character. He was gonna fuck a pirate tonight. Royal Navy Officer Gajeel Redfox would finally catch his elusive pirate queen, Captain Levy McGarden.

"Well," he breathed against her shoulder, "if I remember correctly, it starts off with me holding you in my arms." He scooped her up, fingers digging into her thighs. "And slamming you against the door." Levy's back hit the wood, nearly knocking the breath from her lungs, but Gajeel took it a moment later in a passionate kiss.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," she sighed.

Gajeel's hands roamed her costume. "And I feel all over your clothes." He unhooked her belt, and it landed on the floor with a clink. "Finding a dagger right," his voice caught in his throat, fingers lingering on her thigh, "hmm that's dedication, Captain." Gajeel tossed the fake weapon across the room and held her against the door, pressing hot kisses into her lips.

"I seem to recall that you're supposed to have a gun here." Levy's hands reached down to feel around his pockets. "Oh, looks like we'll have to get you one, but you have some pretty intense machinery right there." She grabbed his cock, rubbing him through his pants. Gajeel groaned into Levy's shoulder and tore her from the door, sucking at her neck, before tossing her onto the bed.

"Ya know I should arrest you. Yer a pirate after all." His fingers glided over her body. "And I can't have ya running off on me like last time." He snickered and peeled off her boots slowly. "Maybe I should lock you to the bed."

Levy cocked her head to the side and gave him a wicked grin. "You could try, but I'm a fantastic lock pick." Her voice became smooth as satin, "Or have you forgotten how I like to do my dirty work?"

Gajeel swallowed the lump in his throat and kicked off his boots. "Oh I know you like it dirty. Pirate."

"Officer."

He lunged for her lips, pouring passion into his kiss. Their mouths begged for both attention and dominance. Gajeel tore off his hat, letting his jet black hair fall free around his shoulders. Hands palmed Levy's breasts, savoring how soft she was under his callused skin. Levy's head spun as he kissed her neck. She didn't even notice as he held her hands above her head and threaded her headband around her wrists into a makeshift bond. Now that she was secure, Gajeel ran his tongue down to her breasts, eliciting moan after moan.

"You're being very forward officer." He flicked her nipple, making Levy moan harder. "And making me much louder than I normally am." His hand rolled her bud again and she started panting. "Aren't you worried your fellow officers will find out? I'm sure there's some downstairs."

Gajeel lifted his lips and watched as her hardened nib wrinkled back into place. "I like the thrill, and you're worth the risk." His smile turned wicked, thoughts clear in his eyes, and he grabbed Levy’s thighs, pulling down her leggings with a sharp tug. "Plus, I'll be the only officer in your downstairs." An audible gulp went down his throat. "My, my, captain," he breathed, eyes widening as his thumb traced her hip. "Not wearing anything below deck?" Gajeel ran his finger slowly up and down her slit. Sweat glistened on his brow. "You're quite wet."

Levy licked her lips, gazing up at him. "Well I am a pirate. I live on a ship. On the sea. Things tend to get wet."

"Really?"

"All the time."

Her words sank into him like stones in the ocean, falling slowly until they disturbed the sand below, bringing them both to life. Gajeel grabbed her ass with a squeeze and swirled his tongue around her clit. Levy arched into him on contact. Heat burned through both of their veins, promising passion, desire, and a night that would end with flames. The binding on her hands made Levy’s need more intense as she fought to touch him back. Her body spasmed and jerked under his lips, but the fabric held her in place. Gajeel teased her sensitive skin, alternating between tongue and tooth, until Levy screamed with pleasure and broke free. Gasps rocked her chest, and she grabbed her head to quell the electricity shooting through her nerves. Gajeel fed off her noise, wanting desperately to hear more. Levy’s fingers dug into the edge of the bed as she squirmed and squealed. Finally, he released her, lungs begging for air.

"No wonder I've always liked this outfit on you,” he panted. “I was staring at more of your ass than I’d realized." Levy laughed—she loved his teasing banter—and hooked her feet under his arms, pulling him up to stare in his eyes.

"Make sure to watch for what's wet next time you see me bent over on my ship." She licked her lips, sending shivers through Gajeel's body. Her mouth crashed onto his, tasting her own wetness on his skin. Sitting up, Levy wrapped her hands around his neck and straddled him with her knees, easing up and down as she breathed. Gajeel swallowed hard, his wife was so hot, he didn't know where to touch her first.

Levy unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Her eyes and hands roamed his muscled chest for a solid minute, taking in his incredible physique. "You have the body of a sailor, officer. You'd be fantastic help on my ship." Gajeel moved to unclasp her corset, but she lightly slapped him away, teasing him in a light voice, "No, no, no." Awestruck, Gajeel lay under her, and let his captain lead. Levy directed one of his hands onto her ass and the other under her core. She squeezed his hand, then raised his finger up to trace her folds. Gajeel could barely breathe as Levy lined the finger up with her core and plunged it in, sighing. Her soft warmth coated his digit, and he moaned loudly as he brushed against her walls. She pumped his hand, encouraging him to do more.

"Have it your way, captain," he crooned, increasing the speed of his thrusting.

Levy bounced along the length of his finger, enjoying the way it felt to have him inside her. "Look at me, officer; don't take your eyes off me. I want you to see everything." Gajeel curled his finger, making Levy shudder and moan. Levy tossed her head back, she wanted more, needed more, and she would have it. Unlacing her blouse, she pulled it and the vest over her head, revealing a hidden dagger sheath against her ribs. Gajeel's free hand unhooked the belt and tossed the rubber knife on top of her clothes.

"Can't ever be too careful," he joked.

Their eyes locked as Levy's hand traced a line from her hair to her breasts. Her fingers ran circles around her nipples until they were taut and sensitive enough that a flick would send her keening. Gajeel did as she asked; he watched her. He watched as her tits bounced each time he pumped his finger, he watched as her face contorted in various shades of pleasure, and he watched as her body flushed with the heat of the moment.

"Like what you see, officer? This is what a captain looks like." He nodded his head 'yes', never breaking contact with her gaze. "Care to take a ride? Think you can handle it?"

"Now I've never seen anything like that before, Captain," he said, words soft and alluring against her ear. "Think this is enough to whether the storm?" Gajeel took her hand in his and moved it to the thin fabric covering his cock. He was completely hard, barely contained in his pants. Levy smiled wide and continued to bounce against him.

"Why don't you find out? Ship's gonna leave port soon. You better be inside."

Gajeel grabbed the back of her neck, kissing her deeply as his finger slipped out of her core. All he could think was holy crap his wife was amazing. He kicked off his pants at lightning speed. When Gajeel turned back around, his mouth dropped even further. Levy was facing away from him, popping her ass out as she held the headboard. He moved in behind her, tracing lines along her back down between her legs.

Levy looked up at him and ordered, "Make it rattle like I'm on my ship, officer."

"Oh I will, but first, I gotta make sure I'm wet. If I'm gonna be with a captain, I better have my sea legs." Gajeel rubbed his length along her core, coating himself in her wetness. Levy fingered his tip as their combined breathing grew heavier. His hands palmed at her breasts, grabbing her soft skin and tossing them both backwards against the mattress. She laid on top of him, rolling her hips as she stroked his cock. Gajeel's finger found her clit, rubbing circles that made her gasp his name. He slid her up his chest and pressed her forward until she hovered just above his length. "Captain, care to see if I'm up to standards?" he asked, voice dripping with desire. Levy laughed, surprised at how into their roleplay Gajeel had become.

"Aye," she whispered, taking him in her mouth. Her tongue rolled over his skin, making him squirm. Soft, wet lips sent shivers up his spine as she bobbed her head over his cock. It felt like his brain was short-circuiting, and all he could do was lay there, taking in every ounce of pleasure she dosed out. Levy flicked his head as she lifted up, arching her back for for his appreciation. Gajeel couldn't take his eyes off her every curve as she ground against his chest.

"Captain," he groaned, "I want you to have your way with me. Then when you're done, I'll lock ya up, and we can be together forever.

"In a cellar?" she mused, "Not my fancy. I need the open sea."

"I can make land very appealing," he whispered, flicking her breasts.

"Show me how," she demanded. Gajeel guided his cock to her core, enjoying how she shivered as his tip brushed her folds. "Bet I think I can convince you to betray the law and run away to the seas with me." Levy turned her head and kissed him deeply, their tongues crashing together like waves.

"Who will cave first, I wonder?" He fisted her hair and sucked on the space where her shoulder met her neck. "Let the games begin." Gajeel held Levy's hips above him, poised to lower her on to his cock, when her hand brushed his thigh, stopping him.

"This isn't a game, officer. It's a duel." She released her grip on his leg. "Winner chooses: land or sea." Levy let him fill her, both arching into the other as he did.

"Either way. I'm not losing you again. I won't leave your side." He felt her walls flutter and expand as she relaxed. Levy's sweet smile melted his heart; he would do anything she asked of him.

"Care to be a pirate's mate?" she mused, lips trailing his jaw.

"What if you're an officer's woman?" he countered, hands roaming every inch of her body.

"Either way, I won't let to go, but I think you'll see it my way." Levy started to move her legs, pumping herself along his length. "Kiss me."

Gajeel did, greedily. He snarled and nipped at her skin, taking her lips in his own. All he wanted to do was kiss her until they were both breathless and satisfied. He moaned her name in her ear.

"Lev, this is the best damn book in the world, and we're doing this again." Letting his head rest on her shoulder, he whispered, "But right now it's me and you, my wonderful wife."

Levy smiled and chuckled to herself. "Told ya you'd like it. I love you so much, Gajeel."

A hungry smile spread across his face. "And we're finishing that book this week."

Levy blushed, then gasped as he moved inside her. "I don't know if my body will be able to handle that." His kiss overwhelmed her senses, drowning out her ability to put words together. Every fiber of her being resonated with his voice. "Yes," she sighed.

"Trust me, Lev, you'll enjoy it," he teased.

Levy's laugh twinkled like stars. "Ok. Wanna know something you'll love?"

"You?" he crooned.

"I know that. No, I'm talking about the book," she paused, exhaling deeply and letting her voice take on a sultry tinge. "Pirate’s Treasure is just the first in the series."

Gajeel nearly came that moment at the thought of what was in store. He rocked her hips until they both groaned in delight. Sweat filled the bare space between them as skin slid over skin. He would put all his effort into the next costume. Mentally kicking himself for not trying more his time, Gajeel thrust harder, wanting to please her as much as possible for pushing him outside his box. Tomorrow, he was going to buy Levy every damn erotic book she wanted and maybe a few for himself. They were going to be busy.

#gajevy #gajevylovefest #gajevy fanfiction #ftfanfics #Levy McGarden #Gajeel Redfox #cookie writes #pirate's treasure #gajevylovefest17 #day 4: crossdressing/cosplaying #cookie queen of smut

[theodosia-cipher]

Just One Summer (4)

↠Chapter 4↞

⋯⋘Y/N Pov⋙⋯

I sat in the couch and read Journal 1, not knowing of what to do.

"Hey kid, get off my chair. And what are you reading?" I jumped in surprise as the journal flew up in the air. I caught it uneasily and I turned my head to see the one and only Stan Pines. I heaved a sigh of relief as I stood up, slid the Journal in my vest, and stood up from the yellow couch, and made my way towards the stairs to the attic.

"Oh nothing. It's just an interesting storybook," I replied.

Talk about Journal 1, I had put a cover on it to make it NOT look like a journal, and made it look like my diary because of a small incident which happened the other day...

↣Flashback 2 days ago↢

I was just sitting on my bed, my nose deep in Journal 1. Dipper had went to "steal" Journal 3 from me whenever I wasn't around or wasn't looking, but always gives it back after. He hasn't really spoken much to me after I had told the twins about my parents. Mabel burst through the door of the attic.

"COME ON GUYS I NEED YOU GUYS TO SEE THIS!" both Dipper and I groaned, as Dipper stood up, threw Journal 3 at me, and headed for the door. I caught Journal 3 and slid both Journals into my vest and I walked to them. Dipper saw that I put two books in my vest and started to interrogate me.

This was basically how our conversation went. (A/N: I want you guys to guess who is who haha)

"Hey, what was that other book you put in your vest?"

"Oh, uh... It was nothing."

"Yeah, right. Let me see."

"No"

"I will tickle you"

"Not if I kicked your balls first."

"Oh heeellll no!"

"Hell yeah."

↣End of Flashback↢

"Hello?? Earth to n/n?" Mabel said, waving her hand in front of my face. I shook my head.

"Oh, hey Mabes. What were you saying?" I asked Mabel. Her face showed slight annoyance, but soon changed into a quite excited one.

"Grunkle Stan allowed me to plan a party at the shack! I'm sooooooo excited!!!" Mabel squealed, as she ran own the stairs. I heard a slight "oof" and the sound of groaning. As I was looked out of the doorway, I saw Dipper coming up while rubbing his head with his left hand, and his right hand clutching onto Journal 3 at his side. I looked at him blankly and looked back at Journal 1. I'm just gonna tell you what I did with Journal 1.

I had put over a galaxy book cover over the original. It was waterproof and it had big gold letters saying "Y/N's book" and I had put a small lock at the side. Below the big Golden words are smaller ones which read "Only to be touched by Dreamcatcher". I don't remember me writing that there, but I shrugged ot off. I was happy with what I had done with the entire look. No one would be suspicious about it now!

Dipper stood up, put Journal 3 on my bed next to where I was seated, and went downstairs with a smile plastered on his face. I carefully watched him take a can of silly spray as he went down. I playfully rolled my eyes and grabbed my small bag, which I bring along with me almost everywhere I went, put both journals in it, grabbed another can of silly strings and went down.

"Dipper! I have something to tell you!" Mabel exclaimed, with one hand behind her back.

"What?! What is it?!" Dipper asked with a fake concerned look on his face.

"I... I think I'm gonna... BLARRRHHHHH!!!" Mabel screamed, spraying silly string all over Dipper.

"Oh no... I also think I'm gonna... BLARRHHHHH!!!" Dipper playfully copied what his twin had did.

"Oh no! What did you feed us, Grunkle Stan?!"

"We aren't gonna stop... BLARHHHH!!" that's when both Wendy and I walked up to them.

"Hey guys... I'm not feeling so good.. BLARHHHH!!!" Wendy exclaimed, spraying silly paint all over the twins. I giggled a bit.

"Yeah, what DID Grunkle Stan feed us?! BLARHHHH!!!" I yelled, spraying silly string on the now laughing twins and Wendy. We all laughed.

"That's enough. Party decorations are off limits now," Stan said, taking the silly string cans away from us and putting them into a box.

"Now, Y/N, we are gonna have to get you in an AMAZING outfit for tonight! Grunkle Stan let me host a party today, cause he said he wants to attract the kids to come here cause he wants more money and blah blah blah," Mabel exclaimed and dragged me up the stairs as I looked at Dipper and Wendy with a "Help me" expression on my face. Wendy giggled as Dipper gave me an evil smirk, knowing what his sister was gonna do to me and mouthed a "good luck" to me before he disappeared out of my sight, me being dragged up the stairs. Mabel stopped dragging me for a while, then continued to drag me into the bathroom.

"Stay here," she said before walking our the bathroom door. She came back a few minutes later only for me to see an outfit hanging on her arm as she locked the door. I stood there dumbfounded of what had happened.

"Y/N, I need you to wear this for the party. Since you told me you didn't like girly dresses and stuff, I got you this! Something pastel! It matches your H/L, H/C perfectly! You don't need to wear those silly sunglasses though... It'd be silly. And since you already have a bag, I'm just gonna keep this one that I have," Mabel said, holding out the clothes in my face and went out of the bathroom to give me privacy. I sighed and locked the door once again, then looked at the outfit more carefully. There was a white sleeveless shirt, and pastel pink long skirt. I didn't like the skirt as much, but I went with it anyway. There was also a Jean jacket. And placed on the side of the sink, there was a small dreamcatcher necklace placed there. I looked around to see if there was a towel, and surprisingly enough, there was one hanging by the door. Mabel must've left it there knowing that I would shower/take a bath. I shrugged and went into the bath/shower.

After I had dried myself, I hummed a melody and started to put on my outfit. I looked into the mirror and smiled at myself, pleased with what Mabel had given me. I picked up my bag from the ground and went out of the bathroom, to see Mabel standing outside. I jumped a little and heaved a sigh of relief.

"OHMYGOSH, Y/N!!! It looks AMAZING on you!!! I knew it! Now, I'm gonna help you do your hair!" Mabel squealed, and dragged me back into the bathroom while locking the door AGAIN. I sighed and shook my head playfully as she gestured for me to sit at the chair that she had placed in front of the mirror.

Mabel started to comb my hair gently. She took out a curler and curled my H/L, H/C slightly, only at the tips of it. (if you have hair like that already, just say that Mabel braided it or tied it up. If it's short hair, then just leave it down.) She then proceeded to put a pastel F/C headband on my head. I whistled, looking at the masterpiece she had done for me.

(A/N: this is how the curly hair looks like. You can change the length and colour of it tho)

↣Time skip cause Author~Chan's lazy ass and forgetful mind wants to skip the part where Reader~Chan, Dipper and Mabel found out about the copier↢

Stan started to give us all roles.

"Okay Soos. Since you work for free, and you begged, you will be the DJ"

"I will not fail on you, now!" Soos replied, saluting to Stan.

"Mabel, you go make sure that there is enough food for everyone." (a/n: okay, I made that up ahah)

"Yes sir!"

"Y/N, you and Wendy go work at the ticket stand."

"Aww man! There are more fun things to do at the party!" Wendy and I whined. I saw Dipper shaking a bit and raised his hand.

"I-I can work with them tonight..." Dipper stuttered out.

"You sure, kid? It'll just be you, Y/N and Wendy alone. You promise?"

"Y-yeah, I promise."

"Good. Now, go." Stan said, shoving a money box into my arms. Wendy and I rolled our eyes and the three of us went outside and stationed ourselves at the booth.

"Ugh. I just want to be at the party right now...." Wendy whined as Dipper perked up.

"I-I can cover for you!" he managed to stutter out. I giggled at his actions as he's making it obvious that he liked Wendy.

"Thanks, dude! Good luck, Y/N! I'll catch ya at the party after your shifts!" Wendy waved as she went in.

"Now... It's just.. Ugh... Us at the ticket stand," I rolled my eyes at my own statement. Dipper nodded im frustration. We were still not really on good terms.

"Wait a minute.. I have an idea! I'm gonna go make a copy of myself, and then both of us can go do whatever at the party!" I stood up and headed for door.

"Woah, woah, woah. YOU aren't going ANYWHERE. Once I come back with my clone, we move," he said, pulling me back down onto the chair. I huffed and nodded as I watched him walk away.

Not long after, he came back with his clone which had the number 2 on his hat.

"Y/N, Tyrone. Tyrone, Y/N," Dipper "classic" said, pointing at both of us.

"Finally! I really need to make new friends," I excitedly stood up and walked by them, then stopping once I was next to Tyrone. I dragged Tyrone away, far enough so that Dipper couldn't hear us. He just watched us in confusion, but shrugged and turned around. Tyrone looked at me with the same confused face.

"Dipper is gonna try to win Wendy's heart, but I can tell you something. Both of you will end up making 9 clones altogether, including you. One of them will get jammed and he will be the most annoying one, so please be nice to him. In the end, Dipper classic didn't follow that stupid list that all ten... Nine, in the case of Paper Jam Dipper, of you had made, and you end up locking Dipper classic in a closet with food and a colouring book. While he's in there, the remaining 8 of you discuss on which one gets Wendy. Dipper Classic then manages to get out of the closet and tries to go for Wendy, but the rest of you stop him, making Dipper Classic accidentally activate the water sprayers from above, dissolving only 8 of you paper clones. You managed to survive and both of you go up to the roof. You accidentally drink the pit cola and you, too, dissolve like the rest. I don't want that happening, so tell him about what I had just predicted. I know you most likely not listen, and this happens. Whatever it is, I wish you guys good luck," I said as Tyrone looked at me with his moth wide open. He quickly nodded, and both of us went back to where Dipper was.

"What took you two so long? I had to stay here.." Dipper asked, eyeing us suspiciously.

"If you think we were doing something dirty, please wash your brain because WE ARE ONLY 12! I just needed to talk to him. I'll be on my way now. Once again, good luck, 10 Dippers," I said before walking out of their sight.

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And stop. I don't feel like continuing this *sighs* oh well

Hope you enjoyed it anyway

[stephaniejuhnay]

Prince On Every Tour: Purple Rain

After the We Can F**k leak and the spiral of simultaneous listening and sobbing, frustrated sighs and “It’s too funky” head bobs, I’ve decided that tonight would be a good night for this. I was gonna wait til my deluxe set got here, but it’s not coming til the 28th and I have a flight to catch the next morning. And I do not recommend scurrying around LAX as a zombie. Plus, @the-beautiful-1 and I will be attending The Revolution concert out here in sunny (sweltering) CA, the same day that the deluxe set will be officially released. The timing just seems right.

PURPLE RAIN. SYRACUSE. MARCH 30, 1985. LET’S GET INTO IT.

Overview: 

He is here yall. Prince. PRINCE. The megastar, the legend, the icon. Seven years and five albums in, he has finally, FULLY arrived, and fiercely so. He has arrived and has, if I may borrow from @just-prince-things, snatched our “proverbial wigs” (maybe even some real ones). 

He opens by telling us he’s come to play with us. And play, he did. Played with my entire life in a 2 hour show. He rises from beneath the stage amidst a cloud of smoke and a sick wind machine, wearing the most glorious white boa we’ve ever seen atop the moto jacket/fitted pants combo 2.0: paisley, paisley, and more paisley. We love it. 

He  immediately launches into Let’s Go Crazy while we are still collecting ourselves from him simply rising from the depths of the stage. Insane guitar playing ensues as he and Wendy verify that they, in fact, created the stanky leg. History, ladies and gentleman. Six minutes and twenty-two seconds in, jacket and boa have disappeared in a literal flash of light and we’re basically shirtless as a very funky Delirious plays. Thank you Prince.

His stage presence is that of 1999 but amplified times 100. As stated, I am firmly of the belief that he had “it” during the 1999 tour we just weren’t really that aware of how IT his it was. Here, he knows it, and we for doggone sure know it now. Who was that friend of friend playing that small club in Paris in a bikini? Because this is an entirely different man. This whole era is an “I told ya’ll so” from Prince to the rest of us. He is 100% in his element, he has mastered all aspects of Prince the artist, and everything that happens after this is literally him doing whatever he wanted to. Because he’d earned it. 

Dancing, while still very extra, is on POINT. He has perfected his mic tricks, his splits are here and not going away for the next decade+, he still is a ball of energy, even smoother and more graceful than 1999. That energy is infectious watching 30 years later, so I can’t even imagine what that room felt like. A room that is full of 50,000 people. 50,000 people that this 5'2 man in more paisley, lace, and makeup than I as a woman will probably ever see in my lifetime has, by a mere 26, completely and utterly entranced with every song, movement, look, you name it. Everything he was able to elicit from these huge crowds of people, night after night at such a young age reconfirms how truly magnetic he was. He is just as much the audience’s leader as he is the group of metallic, Victorian Prince look-alikes playing on stage with him. 

Now, we can argue about that description, but all those things are true. Be honest. It’s okay. We love them too, the final and most well-known iteration of The Revolution. We’ve seen yet another personnel change (hey Dez, don’t you like his band? …sorry couldn’t resist), yet the sound is even tighter. Demanding the stop on the 2 and then wanting 25 during the Possessed jam and them delivering it flawlessly is a testament to how much they’ve all grown as a unit. And if you’ve watched that rehearsal footage an unhealthy number of times like I have, you can attest to all the work they put into it. The addition of the horns (HEY SITH LEEDS ) really gives their sound a new depth that continues to evolve over the years (which I love - horns are phenomenal). Wendy fit like a glove and her comfort on stage being as young and new as she was is pretty incredible. She’s a ball of energy herself here, and her guitar skills are straight SICK. Plus Wendy got that funk.

The band’s dancing has mimicked P’s in it’s progression as well. The coordinated steps between Wendy, Prince, and Brownmark are nice to see and adds another fun little element to the show that we haven’t seen executed at this capacity yet. Even something as simple as the side to side from the entire band during the Possessed jam just makes you wanna groove a little harder. And umm…hello Baby I’m A Star steps? I meeannnnnn…

If 1999 was the emergence of daddy, Purple Rain was the 100 exclamation points after that statement that really drove home the idea. I typically don’t spend a whole lot of time with PR because, haven’t we all spent SO MUCH time here? But every time I revisit, I’m reminded why I love PR Prince oh so much. 

Favorite Number: 

This show was chock-full of hits and jams and grooves ya’ll. I’ll have to narrow this down. Just…hang with me through this.

First of all, Let’s Go Crazy was so good, it truly could’ve been a closer. To start a show off on that note is bold, because it left me thinking “well where else can he possibly go after THIS?” the first time I watched this concert. So many places Stephanie. So many.

Take Me With You was a fun time, and then it got to a place of incredible funk at the end and it deserved to be mentioned.

How Come was ALMOST my favorite number based upon the gif above, and that gif alone. I’m. Still. Growing.

God always holds a special place in my heart because it’s a beautiful song and his vocals ALWAYS stun me. Live versions are just….transcendant.

Clearly classics from this show: Computer Blue (such a life giving guitar solo, honestly), Darling Nikki (come through shirtless body roll, come THROUGH), Purple Rain (by far amongst the greatest guitar playing I’ve ever heard/seen in my life here), and of course the marathon that is Baby I’m A Star. So much funk ya’ll. There’s just so much funk. And he is relentless about it. It’s why I love him. Yes, tell me when I’ve had enough. And I’ll end that train of thought there. Bye.

When Doves Cry gets a mention for - you guessed it - the insane jam at the end. Almost every song on this show is tagged with a sick groove afterwards, making this show go on for much longer than necessary. But I welcome it all. Everyone jammed on this song. Everyone. And I Would Die 4 U is such an elating ditty as is, but live…fantastic. However, my favorite live performance of this song will forever be from the Landover show. I was on my FEET ya’ll.

The Beautiful Ones. RUNNER UP. Easily my favorite song off of the original PR album and THE BEST PEFORMANCE FROM THE MOVIE PLEASE FIGHT WITH ME ABOUT IT. But this performance was just, magical. First of all, we get graced with another boa, pink this time. And he comes out looking like a glorious, headbanded angel in another sparkly, paisley suit and the combination of all those things takes my breath away okay?!

But if I have to choose a number that edges out the rest of these, for me, it’s Irresistible B***h/Possessed. There are few things that bring me more joy than the live version of Irresistible B***h. It’s already one of my go-to’s, but the dancing paired with it during this show takes the cake. Then we have Possessed and the undeniable groove with the band that ensues added to it? Yeah. This is the winner.

(originally posted by @onlyprincegifs)

Favorite Outfit: So many outfits in this one. So many moto jacket/matching pants combos in different lace and paisley iterations. I loved them all tbh. 

Honorable mention to the Computer Blue poncho/headband/lace fingerless gloves combo. The mess is brilliant. Also the glittery hooded cape/headband combo from Purple Rain. 

I really enjoyed TBO’s outfit because he looked magical and beautiful and maybe it brought a tear to my eye because I love him so much. BUT. I am going with the black, sparkly, lace-back-of-the-pants suit during Possessed as runner up. Winner is the all white lace number also with matching poncho and train during I Would Die 4 U. Again, headbanded angel made of pure light. He’s BEAUTIFUL ya’ll. And I wanna know who caught that shirt and if they still have it!

Still Would Rating: 

So like…I know lookswise not much changed between 1999 and PR. The hair got a bit bigger and the suits got a lot more lace and paisley. However I can always tell the difference. And for some reason 1999 Prince has an edge over PR Prince and I can’t quite place my finger on why. Anyway, he still gets a five. I just wanted to share that.

Overall Rating: 

Good GRIEF ya’ll. This show left me so tired. I am spent. I feel like I swam laps in an Olympic sized pool. And I watched this from my bed. How did ya’ll manage at these actual concerts? I mean, really. This show….was phenomenal. This is the height of his success (and I don’t say that to take away from any other era, this is just fact) and we clearly see why. What a showman. What an artist. What a musician. What a leader. WHAT. A. PRINCE.

PREVIOUSLY , 1999                                                   NEXT UP, PARADE

#prince on every tour #this took a lot out of me #and there's so much text #I had to break it up with gifs #I am elated for parade tho #cuzzzzzzzz parade has been a thing for me lately #and is always in competition with SOTT prince as 2nd iteration after 1999 #prince

[shanceshklance]

fake dating or arranged marriage shance?

Ohhh. My favorite Cliche fic idea!! (￣▽￣) I hope you like it.

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Lance didn’t want to be married yet. Though he had no say in the matter. He was being married into a larger richer family for the benefit of their family. He was stuck in the situation, unable to say no.

His heart hurt, the knowledge that his parents would sell him off hurting him. He wasn’t really good at fighting and he was just the middle child. Not a young one, too young to be married, and never going to be on the throne.

He was to be married to Takashi Shirogane, one of the princes to the neighboring kingdom. It wasn’t known what the princes looked like, having been hidden from public view. They didn’t even know which one was the first prince, in line for the throne.

There were many rumors about the kingdom, but none from inside the kingdom. It was all from neighboring towns and villages, wondering why it always seemed so peaceful but quiet in the kingdom.

Lance sighed in thought as he finished packing his clothes. His parents weren’t even going to go to the wedding, the marriage only being a source of money for them. He shook his head and sighed, making sure to pack his favorite outfits. Then picking up his beautiful kitten. They had just gotten her recently and he had gotten permission from the kingdom that he was allowed to keep her and bring her with him when he left, the other kingdom agreeing as well.

Sighing he pressed his cheek against her, sighing as she purred comfortingly. “I don’t wanna go to an unknown place with random people. What if they’re mean..” he whispered, getting startled as there was a knock on the door. “Prince, it’s time for you to be seen off,” said the guard, leaving right after he spoke.

Sighing he put Azul in her small little carrying crate and grabbed his small bag. It wasn’t big, he didn’t want to seem too eager or brig too much stuff. All he had packed was his small silver band from he kingdom, his favorite outfits, stuff for Azul, and his skin care items.

He grabbed his bag and carried them to the front den, Azul mewling softly as he walked. Lance forced back tears and swallowed the lump trying to form in his throat. The only people there were his nana, the staff, and his best friend Hunk. “I’m gonna miss you Lance,” he said, wrapping the skinnier boy up in a giant hug.

“I’m gonna miss you too my man. Take care of everyone while I’m gone,” he said, smiling sadly as his arm was grabbed by a guard. “Time to leave,” Lance whimpered and smiling sadly at Hunk.

“See you soon,” he said as he was dragged out. Quietly he was herded into the carriage with his bags and he sat down heavily. He leaned up against the small window looking out over the small town surrounding his kingdom. It was bustling with life, and he knew that he would miss it.

The travel was really long and he was half asleep as he arrived. Quietly he got out as he arrived. His eyes wandered as he walked further in, accompanied by three guards. One with strikingly white hair, a re headed one, and a short one with brown hair. He bit his lip as he walked, unsure how to feel as he walked up to the gates of the kingdom. His eyes widened as he was walked in, it was beautiful. Distinct concrete roads with chalk drawings from earlier in the mornings. Small empty market stalls and large houses and more stores. It was so homey and welcoming. As he walked further he tried to stay awake. Azul’s meowing the only thing tethering him to consciousness at the moment in the dark and quiet kingdom.

It was a long walk to the castle. As they arrived the smaller one did something that Lance couldn’t make out and the gates opened. He was ushered in and his jaw fell open in awe. The castle was even bigger in person, it being made out of seemingly perfect concrete and stone. Lance walked inside and was blown away even more. The floors were white marble and there were pillars of the same white marble guiding the way in deeper to a throne room.

As he walked in he saw peeks of people, servants he guessed, peeking out of doors and hallways. He shuffled into the throne room, looking at the thrones that were occupied. It was the Queen and King and two smaller thrones were occupied as well. The king stood up with a bright smile. “Welcome to our Kingdom! It was quite dark out but the town is usually very beautiful and full of life! We’re so honored to have you here to marry into our family, thank you for agreeing to the marriage,” the kind gushed out, starting to talk about to kingdom.

Lance was wide eyed as he looked at him, taking in what he said the best he could. The queen finally stopped his rambling and sat him down. “You must be tired young prince, let’s have your betrothed take you to your quarters to rest,” she said with an obvious smirk. A man stood up, who he assumed as Takashi Shirogane, and oh dear Lance was doomed. He was super hot, his white tips only making him look older and sexier. His shoulders were broad and in his tight shirt it showed off the muscles as he moved.

“Nice to meet you Prince, I’m Takashi Shirogane, call me Shiro. Let’s take you to your room,” he said and offered his arm up. Lance hesitantly took it and almost instantly he was dragged out of the throne room by Shiro. The warmth coming off him made Lance even sleepier. He felt out of place here but Shiro felt warm and the warmth reminded him of home. “Thanks for bringing me here,” Lance mumbled as they stopped outside the assigned room.

“No big deal. It’s nice to meet you, I hope to see you more tomorrow,” Shiro said and bowed slightly and hurried off. Lance quietly walked into the room and set his stuff down. Sighing he put away some of his clothes and set up the small bed and toys for Azul before letting her out. Sitting on the bed he looking over the small headband he had taken. It was cold in his warm hands. Sighing he shoved it in his drawer to forget about it and curled up in bed, tears finally escaping his eyes. Azul hopped up next to him and curled up in his arms. He whimpered and pressed his face into her, sobbing quietly. “I just wanna go home. I like Shiro and the Queen and King so far but, I’m not welcome here. This isn’t where I belong…” he whimpered as he curled up tighter, finally passing out from exhaustion.

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This is a lot longer than I originally expected!! I’ll probably write a second (and third depending on the length) part.

#voltron lance #vld lance #lance mcclain #takashi shirogane #voltron shiro #vld shiro #shance #langst #valaanswers #homesickness #arranged marriage au #valawrites

[bi-rezi]

LONG below cut, just cosplay thoughts, nothing beyond lists of what i’d need for certain characters and some rambling

the reason for all this is that the friend who went with me to geek kon last year asked if i wanted to go this year. i told them maybe because on the one hand it was super fun but on the other hand i have a job now, so we’ll see. any amount of this may or may not pan out.

for jasprose:

white wig

white face paint

fur? (just for cheeks)

white cat ears

purple/pink headband

long-sleeved white tunic (with purple/pink trim and puff sleeves)

white leggins with pink/purple trim

pink/purple socks

white shoes with pink/purple trim

the fucking, neckpiece thing

pink/purple party hat

fangs (opt.)

pink/purple contacts (opt.) (ONE EYE OF EACH WOULD BE SICK AS FUCK)

for davepeta:

so much god. probably not worth it, sadly.

for karkat:

new, better wig

loose plain black shirt (to add symbol)

plain gray pants - do i already have these?

teeth (opt.)

gray/red contacts (opt.)

ears (opt.)

for dave:

wig (throwback to when i had dave hair haha)

shirt

red contacts (opt.)

for rose:

new, better wig

white/lavendar pencil skirt

purple contacts (opt.)

for dead aradia:

wig maybe

horns - wire, tinfoil, yarn, paint

black t-shirt - cut up sleeves + slit in bottom hem

long gray skirt - cut up

red and white socks

black vans w/ white laces (opt.)

white mesh contacts (opt.)

ears (opt.)

for kanaya:

wig maybe

black t shirt

red skirt - make?

white face paint (opt.)

green lipstick (opt.)

purple sash with green stain (if white face paint) (opt.)

gray/green contacts (opt.)

ears (opt.)

for roxy:

wig

shirt

skirt

legwarmers

scarf (opt.)

pink contacts (opt.)

for dirk:

wig (and id have to style it, ugh)

shirt

glasses - probably part thrift, part make, though it depends on what kind of stuff i can find

i have a broken styrofoam head so its a pipe dream of mine that i sculpt that with clay into a semi-realistic severed head and then either carry it around as dirk with the sendificator over my head or as jake and kiss it occasionally, but i have a lot of different feelings over the latter lately so probably i’d do the former. either way, that’d be a lot of work.

for sollux:

wig (hopefully not same wig as karkat/kanaya/anyone else)

horns

shirt

gray pants

a pair of white shoes and a pair of black shoes (which is annoying as fuck BUT i could use the black shoes for aradia w the white shoes’s laces and vice versa for roxy so id be able to use them for other stuff. plus vans-type shoes are cheap)

red and blue glasses (probably make somehow??)

red/blue contacts (opt.)

teeth (opt.)

ears (opt.)

nepeta’d be cool but a pretty particular (purrticular) type of person (nepeta stans, basically, and i’m not one of those) tends to cosplay her so ill pass

for terezi:

wig

horns

shirt

glasses - make somehow

red shoes

red contacts (opt.)

teeth (opt.)

ears (opt.)

for vriska (pre loss of eye and arm because that shits hard):

wig

horns

shirt

gray overshirt

glasses

red shoes (preferably something that looks like converse but i could just use the same shoes for her and terezi)

i dont actually remember if i have good blue lipstick or not. i know i have shitty blue lipstick that basically doesnt have pigment but im not sure about good blue lipstick. in any case i know tricks for that but hm. not sure.

blue/gray contacts (opt.)

fangs (opt.)

ears (opt.)

equius... im just not really interested. i once thought about doing eridan but i dont like him anymore so nah. feferi... would be cool, but i think the skirt would be a little beyond my knowledge of sewing. i could do jane or jade but frankly i find them harder to emulate as a cosplayer and i could do john, jake, or dirk, but i just dont wanna.

for meenah:

braids - i wont make the mistake of trying to make them out of real fake hair again, i promise you that, i still have two seven-foot chunks of loose hair in the basement that im not doing anything with

trident - i literally have all the materials for this i just havent made it

glasses - make somehow/thrift a pair

shirt - the one i used to have is ruined (i know canonically she wears a t shirt but for some reason everyone cosplays her in a crop top, including me.) (i fucked up my shirt by not knowing how to work the printing stuff i got, like, the night before the con.)

tank top (depending on whether my current one fits me still)

horns - the ones i have are pretty much beyond fixing now so i’d have to start over. that’s fine though, i have plenty of materials.

teeth (opt.)

mesh contacts (opt.)

ear fins - i have these but i could stand to paint them pink since atm theyre purple, but otherwise theyre pretty close to perfect as is.

universal items i’ll probably need no matter what:

black and white t shirts (thats pretty much everyone)

screenprinting paper for dark or light shirts, depending on who i do

i have paint but having more wouldn’t hurt, and i might want/need white paint as well

fangs/teeth - for these i’d like to buy nice scarecrow fangs and use those and then maybe make some shitty mouthfuls of teeth with fake nails and that melty plastic shit

wigs - i’m willing to shell out a bit more for these as well. i’d like a nice short black one for karkat, kanaya, and if i ever decide to do jane, john, or jake, and though i have a long black wig it sucks pretty hard and i need a better one, probably curly, with bangs. though straight would be okay for most of these anyway. the only person who needs a medium length wig is terezi, and that’s actually pretty much true for all of hs, which is... too bad.

horns - i have a few pairs of horns already and PLENTY of clay to make more, but for bigger horns i’d need more than model magic. for aradia (and probably eridan and mmmaybe equius though im not doing either of them) and maybe vriska and kanaya (just to make those joints easier) id use the wire, tinfoil, and yarn method, but anything smaller than that i can use my clay. i already have peixes and vantas horns, though the peixes horns are broken and are resisting being fixed and the vantas horns don’t attach very well. i also have leijon horns in the works as well that were originally for davepeta. but id use clay to make vantas, captor, leijon, maybe maryam, pyrope, and maybe equius horns, and i used it for my peixes horns (though i didnt attach them well to the headband so those didnt go great).

contacts - i have actual regular contacts now, so now i wont have to worry about being blind ever. the next step is to get cosplay lenses (yes i know safe sites to get them from, yes i know my prescription and what size to get, yes i know how to be safe buying contacts). the best investement for sure would be a gray pair and a mesh pair, just speaking in terms of sheer number of characters. beyond that, it depends on who i end up cosplaying as to what color lenses i buy. for instance, if i decide on aradia, meenah, and dave, white and red lenses make the most sense. if i decide on rose, jasprose, and karkat, purple and gray ones make the most sense.

for any glasses, i’m going to be looking at thrift shops first and foremost. if i don’t find anything in a reasonable time, i’ll find stuff online.

i have probably two-thirds of a pot of snazzaroo, which will probably be enough, but if i decide to do a sprite or vampire kanaya, i’ll need white paint as well. plus if i decide to do more than one troll, i might want more gray paint anyway.

ears - i dont have any rn. i know a few methods to make them and a few places i can buy them but i’d probably end up making them anyway, mostly for cost-effectiveness.

as for money... well, i’ll do my best. i have an actual job now, and it’s pretty good. ive worked a lot in my first few days and ill keep working so even with taxes my paychecks are gonna be pretty sweet. id take commissions but i still have yet to consistently create any kind of art so im waiting til i can do that. also i dont have a way to get that money rn. nbd either way; i dont have any expenses besides this type of thing atm so its not like im hurting for money.

also i wouldnt have to cosplay only homestuck but a) im lazy and b) ive never loved anything the way ive loved homestuck so i kind of wouldnt want to betray my brand(tm)

(but if i wasnt going to cosplay only homestuck, which might be a good idea since idk how much homestuck the person i’d be going with is doing, i’d probably do taako.)

#id kind of actually prefer if yall didnt reblog this its mostly just a post for me #cosplay ref #i guess #i literally did every character i'd be willing to cosplay and then some #i dont think id really want to cosplay sollux if it came down to it lol he just seemed pretty easy #same w dirk #dirkjake mention in there but it's really subtle - it's when im talking about cosplaying dirk #it also refers to a canon event #decapitation under the cut but again its for like two lines while im talking about cosplaying dirk so #god i remember back when i did used to regularly cosplay though #well regularly is a loose word i guess #i did like three omeglestucks and posted fifteen bajillion pictures of makeup tests #i also did a SICK ASS BLOODSWAP i was fuchsia karkat and my friend was purple kanaya and it was GREAT