#cracked at the craft mom friend

[inkdrinkerworld]

something like ms.honey 2

cw: fluff, a bit of angst, mention of haley, flashback scene, friends to lovers, hotch being emotionally constipated

“I can’t do it,” you mutter on the phone and your friend sighs. 

“You most definitely can, don’t chicken out.” 

You really can’t, you cannot go on this date. It’ll be a waste of time and a waste of money. 

What you’d rather be doing is spending the day with your grumpy neighbour and his energetic eight year old who loves all things sweet just like you. 

Except, you’ve not seen them in five days. 

Aaron’s more than likely away on a case, and Jack’s with Jessica, but there’s not been a single text and you can feel dread setting it. 

You want to reach out, but that feels like more than an admission of worry and you’re not sure if you want to delve into what else it could be.

It’s a little mind numbing the way the Hotchner’s have wormed their way into every routine you have and now that they’re not part of it, it feels like something is missing. 

“I think I’m just gonna stay in and do class prep.” there’s a finality in your voice that makes your friend sigh. 

“Alright, just,” she takes a breath, “crack a bottle of red.”

You hang up after that, rifling through your cabinets for your craft stuff.

You’re teaching the kids about shapes and slightly about fractions, but you wanted it to be fun- so it required a sacrifice to your Saturday night. 

Construction paper in varying colours and Youtube tutorials were how you spent about three hours before your phone rang. 

Sighing, you slide ‘answer’ without even looking at the screen. 

“Hello?” there’s no answer on the line, just a crackle and a pop. 

“Hello?” you pull the phone away from your ear and see ‘AH.’ Frowning, you say a little frustratedly, “Aaron?” 

“It’s Jack,” there’s lots of whispering and you get nervous. “Daddy’s downstairs.”

“Are you okay, J?” you find yourself asking, standing and reaching for your keys. 

“Daddy’s friends from work are here.” you take a peek out your kitchen window, but see no cars at their house.

“Where baby?” your heart is hammering in your chest. 

“My old house, there was a problem.” 

“Can you get your dad on the phone?” you ask, ready to get in your car and over to Jack and Aaron. 

“I’m supposed to be sleeping,” he admits shyly and you laugh. “I miss you.” he says and you feel your heart swell. 

“I miss you too Jack,” god you wish you could hug his little body. “Is everything okay?” 

Jack sighs, “It was my mom’s birthday two days ago,” your heart breaks for Jack and Aaron.

Jack had told you about his mom’s funeral when he was over the last time Aaron had been away.

“Daddy was sad, and today Uncle Rossi came over because he made a mistake.” 

“It’s all good now though?” you ask and Jack says a little, ‘yeah,’ but he sounds sad. “Do you want me to stay on the phone till you fall asleep?” 

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. 

“Can we do a video?” he asks and you switch over immediately, finding Jack’s face smushed to his pillow. 

“You look so cozy,” you tell him and he smiles, a little blush taking over his face. “What story do you want?” you have a couple of his favourites still at the house. 

“Jungle book again, please.” 

You read only a couple chapters of the book before Jack falls asleep, the phone falling to the bed so you’re staring at the ceiling but you don’t mind it. 

You’re cleaning up your coffee table when you hear Jack’s door open. 

“Y/n?” It’s the first sign of trouble when Aaron says your name like that. 

You’re not sure what the trouble could be, but you know it’s unsettling and it makes your skin crawl just slightly. 

You curse yourself internally at that thought. 

Aaron doesn’t have to call you ‘sweetheart’ every time, friends usually go by first names too. 

“Hey,” you say, and there’s a sort of awkward silence that fills the space. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for him to keep the phone, he sounded so sad and fell asleep.” Aaron just shakes his head. 

“It’s fine Y/n, it’s been a tough week for him.” it grates on your nerves the way he’s determined to only call you your name, but you nod as Aaron speaks, packing your crafts into your sticker folder and sliding it into your tote bag. 

There’s something weird with him. 

“Jack said you’d been sad.” you mumble before you can stop yourself. “Sorry, sorry.”

Aaron laughs and shakes his head. “He likes you,” he says and you smile bashfully. “But yeah, I was. I’m better now though, swear.” 

You eye him skeptically, but nod anyway. 

“Rossi says I’ve made a mistake.” Aaron says unexpectedly. Your eyebrows knit as you wait for him to continue, “Coming back to the house.”

Aaron doesn’t know why he’s saying all this, truly. It’s frightening the way he opens up to you without even thinking. 

He wants to add, ‘and being away from you,’ but you cut him off before the words can slip from his lips.

“Do you think it is?” regardless of what his answer is, you’re planning on keeping your face neutral. 

“I’m not sure, it’s done some good, but I think mostly it’s made Jack emotional.” 

You can see the struggle plain on his face. He’s at war with himself, but you’re not sure why exactly. 

“Do what feels right for the two of you.” you say softly and he nods.

Seeing him and hearing that he wants to possibly stay at the house reminds you that they’d never been permanent, no matter what you had thought. 

It bubbles an anger that’s really embarrassment and it makes you feel gross, makes you feel wrong. 

Wrong for letting them into your routines, wrong for getting so used to them being in your space, wrong for your friendship turning into a crush. 

“I gotta go,” you say and Aaron nods. He can tell something’s wrong, but prying seems wrong. 

Everything seems wrong now. 

“Goodnight Y/n.” 

“Goodnight.” 

-

You go another week without the Hotchners but this time they’re home. In their house right across the street. 

Jack still waves at you from inside their gates, but he doesn’t come over and you hardly see Aaron. 

There’s something odd and it’s eating away at you. You hate the limbo of not knowing what’s going on, but you knew it was bound to happen after that phone call. 

You give Jack his ‘something sweet’ every week though, still giving him double the regular batch even if Aaron isn’t talking to you. 

Your week has been mostly the same routine, wake up, go to school, teach the kids. 

Except today. 

Everything’s been turned on its head since the moment you woke up.  

You’re late. And you’re never late, not even five minutes. 

Your alarm didn’t go off, and now you’re about to be an hour late for school because you haven’t had breakfast or showered yet. 

The only good thing is that you called in the moment you got up and let the school know you’d be late. Other than that? It’s been a shit show. 

As you step out the door, you see Aaron hovering by your gate. 

You’re only slightly disturbed by his presence, especially the beard he’s grown. “Is something wrong?” you ask as you lock your door. 

“You’re still here.” he’s got an almost relieved tone to his voice. 

“I’m late,” you explain softly and he nods, stepping back as you open your gate. “Are you sure nothings wrong?” 

Aaron never grows a beard, and he never comes over in the morning even when you were talking. 

Sure you being late is uncharacteristic, but it doesn’t warrant a visit from him- especially after all this time.

“You haven’t called me ‘Aaron’ in almost two weeks.” he grimaces after the words leave him like he wasn’t supposed to say anything. 

“You haven’t spoken to me in almost two weeks.” you counter as you reach your car. “I’m not doing this right now, you have your reasons fine whatever. I have to get to work.” 

You’ve never been this cursory with him ever, and it stings, but Aaron nods. 

Your day doesn’t brighten much from there. The kids are all a bit restless and teaching fractions doesn’t go as smoothly as you’d have liked, but they’re understanding the differences a lot better now. 

You don’t force it on them after lunch though. 

Instead, you let them go over their writing and reading and help them make crafts till the last bell. 

Aaron’s outside waiting for you and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. 

Sure you missed him, but like this, he’s two steps away from making your bad day worse. 

“Come pick up Jack with me? He hasn’t seen me for the day.” you want to ask why, but you don’t want to be reinvited into their lives like this. 

“Aaron,” you want to tell him no. You want to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone, to pretend you don’t exist because it was so easy for him over the last two weeks. 

But there’s something about the way his shoulders drop and relax as you say his name that has you caving. Something about that Aaron Hotchner smile, that’s not even a smile that wins you over. 

“Fine.” 

He knows using Jack to force the two of you together is wrong, but after Rossi and Reid grilling him, he wants to make amends. 

“You stopped speaking to her?” David is livid. He knows exactly why Aaron had stopped speaking to you but he hates that he’s allowed his worry to rule him again. 

“Hotch, she was nice.” Spencer chimes and Aaron rolls his eyes and sucks at his teeth. 

“None of you have met her!” he hisses and Spencer shrugs. 

“Jack talks,” is all Reid says and David nods. 

“Yeah, the kid’s practically in love with her. He even shared some of that chocolate babka she made for you, she’s got a good hand for it.” Rossi says and Aaron smiles despite it all. 

Rossi wants to tease him, but the smile has something sad about it.

“That’s why it can’t go on Dave, she’s someone to lose now.” 

David and Spencer sigh and lean forward at the round table.

“And you pushing her away is what? Keeping him from losing her? It’s premature even for you, Hotch.” Rossi’s words are weighted, but it’s Spencer that gets to him. 

“Jack’s going to lose her twice, once as his friend and then again as his neighbour. When she realizes you’re done with whatever it is you had, she’s going to leave Jack alone to avoid you.” 

There’s an implied, ‘and it’ll be your fault,’ that Spencer politely refuses to add verbally. 

The words had been swimming around his head all week but he didn’t know how to approach you about it to apologise. 

“Did you drive here?” you ask as you reach your car, looking up at Aaron to see him shake his head. 

“No, um, Spencer dropped me off.” you nod though you have no clue who this ‘Spencer’ is. 

“Get in,” you mutter, sliding into the front seat and starting the car.

The ride is mostly silent and uncomfortable. 

It’s stifling that the two of you are this silent but clearly have something to say. 

It’s causing a stress knot at the back of your neck now that you think about it. 

“Can you just say whatever it is you want to? The tension is ridiculous.” you murmur, eyes darting between Aaron and the road. 

He feels gross all over at the way you’ve dismissed him even while speaking to him- but Aaron knows he’s deserved this. 

“I’m sorry.” he starts and you frown. “For being distant, and for not coming over. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” he says softly, almost like he’s ashamed of his actions. 

“That’s not why I was upset,” you reply, pulling into the parking lot of Jack’s school. “You stopped being my friend. You put distance between us when you went back to your old house, and I didn’t know why. Then when you came home you couldn’t even look at me and say, ‘We can’t be friends anymore’ you just shut me out.” 

There’s a long silence in the car as Aaron tries to pick his next few words and you feel like you probably should’ve never said anything to begin with. 

“We’ll talk later,” he says as the children start rushing out. 

You stay in the car while Aaron gets Jack and sigh. Your forehead is pressed against the steering wheel when the back door opens and a rowdy Jack pushes his face up to yours. 

“Y/n!” he screams, and you giggle despite yourself. 

“Inside voice Jack,” Aaron corrects softly and Jack nods, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“How was your day?” you ask as you pull out, content to give Jack all your attention if it means that you can avoid whatever is going on between you and his dad. 

“Can I come over?” Jack asks as you pull into the familiar road. “Dad?” he prompts when neither of you answer. 

Aaron only looks at you. 

“Uh yeah babe, but me and your dad have to talk, that okay?” Jack nods, unbuckling his seatbelt as you get out. 

“C’mon J,” you call, opening the door and letting him race in.

You set up the tv for him, ‘Little Einsteins’ playing as he sings along. You place a bottled water and a plate of cookies on the coffee table for him too, before turning to Aaron who’s leaning on your kitchen’s arch. 

You stare at him from the other side of the archway, waiting for him to speak. 

“I couldn’t,” he starts and you cross your arms. “I don’t do well with loss, it’s hard to let people in since Haley died- Jack’s mom.” 

God you wish you weren’t so emotional. You can feel tears pricking your eyes just at the mention of Jack’s mom.

“I don’t like putting him in a position where he can lose people. He wasn’t supposed to befriend you, neither of us were,” you nod. “but we did and it started to feel too good being around you.” 

You want to stop him, but Aaron bulldozes you and continues, “Things go wrong quickly when they start to feel good. There’s risks that come with being involved with any agent.” 

“I don’t think someone would attack me because we were friends Aaron,” you try to joke but he doesn’t smile, he doesn’t even do his little eyebrow quirk and it makes you nervous. 

“Maybe not, but I didn’t want to take the chance. Anything could go wrong.”

“Anything could go wrong in friendships that don’t involve agents.” is your counter.

You push off the archway when your brain catches up, “Wait, did you say, ‘didn’t’?” you’re closing the distance between you. 

He smiles a little then, only the tip of his smile going up but you see it. 

“A couple friends told me I was being premature, in putting distance between us. They also reminded me I was more than capable of keeping people safe.” 

You can’t help but smile, “And?”

Aaron’s not off the hook, that much he can tell. 

He can also tell that you’re giving in. 

“And, I wanted to stop being an ass and I really really missed coming over.” 

You shake your head, “What if I didn’t want us to be friends again?” 

Aaron pauses for a moment, it’s long and pregnant and it makes you nibble on your lip when you catch onto what he’s thinking, but then he gives you a proper smile this time, “Then I’d go ask Jack to convince you to give us another shot with you.” 

“Oh that’s mean,” you mumble and Aaron nods, the toes of your shoes touching now. 

“Alright, fine, since you’ve really pulled my leg, I’ll be your friend again Aaron Hotchner.” you say dramatically and he laughs. 

“Good, because I really did miss you. More than Jack.” he whispers the last part and you scoff. 

“Oh that’s not true, Jack called me.” you say and Aaron’s eyebrows knit together. 

“After we came back?” he asks softly and you nod. 

“Three times a week from the landline.” The boy in question comes running into the kitchen, an empty plate of cookies in his hand. 

“Thanks Y/n,” you take the plate from him, and as soon as his hands are empty he hugs your legs. “Missed you.” he says and you ruffle his hair. 

Aaron feels his heart break at the fact that his son had missed you so much, he called you on the house phone. Reid was right, he’d have made Jack lose you twice. He almost did. 

“C’mon babe,” you lift Jack to your hip, “Let’s choose something to bake for tomorrow.” 

Aaron watches as you go for your cookbook, sitting Jack on the countertop as you both flip through the desserts section. 

-

You all fall into your regular routine after a couple weeks, Jack coming over on a Friday for his ‘something sweet’ and to give you all the details of his week. 

Aaron never stays long these days, hard cases that’s mainly long hours but he pops in every night just before you go to bed. 

Like tonight, Jack’s still with you, not awake but asleep in your lap, and Aaron knocks on your door. 

“Shit,” you mumble, lifting Jack’s head and placing it on a cushion.

“Y/n,” he whines and you pout, kissing his head before jogging off to the door. 

“You have to get your own keys,” you say to Aaron, finding him in just his suit shirt, tie and jacket gone. “He fell asleep.” 

Aaron shakes his head as he steps in, noticing both you and Jack in your pyjamas as he flicks your locks. 

“It’s not even eight thirty, what did you get up to?” 

You don’t say a word, but gesture to the coffee table and then to the kitchen. 

The coffee table is covered in paper dinosaurs, all in varying colours and species, and the kitchen has multiple tupperware bowls, some with food and others with sweets. 

“You’re weak sweetheart,” he chuckles and you shrug.

“He’s nice, and we had fun. Jack pays in compliments and kisses, what’s better than that?” Aaron sits where you had been, raising Jack’s head so it lays in his lap, and pats his free side.

“You shouldn’t be working on crafts on the weekend,” Aaron whispers but you frown. “You should be relaxing.” 

You suck at your teeth, “We did relax! We made dinner together and we baked brownies and then we made dinosaurs.”

He just nods, but Aaron wishes he had the time to actually let you relax.

He wishes that he could have a weekend off to take you and Jack someplace where you don’t have to entertain. 

There’s a contemplative look on his face that makes his eyebrows scrunch together and his lips purse - you don’t like it even a little bit. 

“You’re being weird Aaron.” you say as you reach and smooth the wrinkles in his eyebrows. 

“I’ve never been weird,” you giggle softly but don’t say anything and it makes Aaron shake his head. “I’m thinking.” 

You pull back from him, “Aaron, please, don’t hurt yourself.” he pushes at your shoulder when you laugh. 

“Something serious?” you ask, standing and moving to the kitchen. 

Aaron’s about to call out to you when he spots you walking back with a bowl of food and a fork. 

“It could be,” he says and he takes the things from you. You flick through the shows, settling on something easy as he eats. 

“Are you gonna tell me?” he shakes his head, crunching on a carrot. 

“Nah, not yet.” you huff but say nothing, content to just watch your show till Aaron’s ready to leave. 

Except, you fall asleep in his lap as well, and he can’t move. He doesn’t mind, not a bit but he does shift a little so he can lay down too with you and Jack on him. 

“Fucking perfect.” 

-

The next week is fast, the term is winding down for thanksgiving and then Christmas break. 

The kids have been good at the fractions and the shapes, a real change from the last couple of weeks and it makes you feel a teacher’s pride that’s ridiculous. 

“You guys are so smart!” you praise as you watch the class name each of the fractions with ease. 

Now they’re all eagerly telling you their plans for Thanksgiving, and what their parents are going to be making while you’re in circle time. 

“Miss Y/n?” Ben raises his hand as you walk around the room. 

“Yeah?” 

“What do you do for Thanksgiving?” the class all nod at his question and you smile. 

“Uh, well my family and I never really celebrated it. We did the big lunch and dinner for Christmas.”

Another hand goes up and you point to the girl, Lyn, “Will you be alone then?” 

They all know you’re not from Virginia. 

“Maybe, or maybe I’ll spend it with my neighbours.” you haven’t really spoken of it with Aaron and Jack, but if you have to spend it alone it won’t be as bad as it used to be. 

“I hope you do,” Lyn says and you smile. 

“Thank you Lyn.” 

On your drive home, you think about Thanksgiving and what you’ll do for it, but everything feels too much. It feels weird thinking about doing something when you usually do nothing. 

“Y/n!” Jack’s waiting outside your door with Aaron, who has to hold his son’s hand so he doesn’t run over to the car. 

“Jack,” you greet and he tugs on your fingers. “What’s wrong baby?” 

Aaron comes down to take your keys from you.

“We’re going out,” Aaron says and you frown. 

“Where?” you ask and Jack beams. 

“Our favourite!” Jack giggles madly and you shake your head. 

“Never been.” you say and Aaron smiles. He unlocks your door and watches you and Jack go in before getting in himself. 

“That’s even better. We’ll wait for you. It’s not formal. Reservation is for 7.” 

Aaron can tell you want to say something, but you don’t. You just make your way to your staircase. 

“Y/n, can I have more cookies?” Jack asks and you nod to Aaron. 

“If your dad says it’s okay before dinner.” 

You don’t stick around to hear whether or not Aaron allows him. 

You come back down and Aaron sees you first. Without his conscious consent his belly fills with butterflies and his nerves frazzle. 

You’re in a long, blue and orange skirt and a white t-shirt.

Your hair’s been let down, ringlets of loose curls hanging down your back, your glasses replaced with another pair that matches better. 

“I’m ready,” you say, watching Jack and Aaron share a cookie as you grab your purse. 

“Leave it.” Aaron says softly, offering you a cookie in turn. “You look beautiful.” he compliments and you smile as you pluck the cookie from his hands. 

“So pretty,” Jack says as he touches the colours on your skirt. “Like a princess or a fairy!” 

“You’re both flirts,” is the only thing you can say, trying to tamper your embarrassment from their attention. 

Dinner is easy, conversation mostly abstract. 

“What about if you combined the two, a brownie and a cake,” Jack says as they bring dessert out. Aaron had the good sense to get everyone their own hot brownie with ice cream. “A crownie!” he names it excitedly and you giggle. 

“We could try babe,” you say and Jack nods, leaning forward and licking the vanilla ice cream on his brownie. 

“It’s hot so don’t touch the pan.” you say and he nods. He’s been beside you all evening, much to Aaron’s amusement yet he can’t help the way he notices Jack has been wanting you more and more. 

It’s painfully obvious now how much his son had missed you, and for a moment he feels a sharp stab of dad guilt right to his gut. 

“Aaron, your ice cream is gonna melt and then me and Jack are gonna have your entire plate.” you threaten, Aaron’s eyes widening as he notices the chocolate stains around his son’s mouth and the nearly gone brownie. 

“Yeah dad, eat up or pay up.” 

Your laugh is loud at the little Hotchner’s threat. 

“You wouldn’t dare,” Aaron says, digging into his brownie before you and Jack team up against him. He still manages to save about half the brownie for the ride home. 

The bill comes and you reach for it when Aaron shakes his head. 

“Not a chance, sweetheart.” It's cruel of him to say it so sweetly and reverently as he fishes his card out of his wallet. 

It makes you stumble, and allows him the advantage of paying without another complaint. 

Jack knocks out about twenty minutes into the drive back to your house, and from the quiet that surrounds the car you’re tired too. 

“You can sleep y’know,” Aaron says as he glances over at you. 

You shake your head, defiant, “And leave you up by yourself? Don’t think so.” 

He keeps you talking for a little while, before glancing at you and finding your cheek tucked to your shoulder, and your eyes dropping closed. 

“Sleep, sweetheart.” he says softly, hand reaching for your cheek. 

“Don’t want you to be bored,” you slur and he chuckles. 

“Won’t be, promise.” your eyes don’t stay open long after that, certainly not when Aaron keeps stroking your face. 

The drive lasts another half hour, you and Jack out like lights. 

When he pulls up to your house he grabs your keys from the cup holder. 

Aaron’s meticulous as he opens the door and clears the couch so there’s space to place Jack. 

The little boy doesn’t rouse, Aaron having perfected the art of transporting a sleeping toddler over the years. 

He comes back for you, unbuckling your seatbelt and stroking your arm.

“We’re home sweetheart,” he whispers, watching you turn to where his voice is coming from. “Want me to carry you?” he’s gonna do it unless you say ‘no.’ 

“I can walk,” you’re groggy, but he moves to let you hop out of the SUV on your own. 

Aaron stays behind you though, hand on your back as you walk inside. You stretch and yawn when you’re inside and Aaron smiles. 

“Want some tea?” you ask and he shakes his head, he watches you make yours though. 

“Thanks for dinner, Aaron.” you say as you hold your mug, taking a scalding sip that makes you hiss. 

“Don’t do that,” he says and you frown. “What are you doing tomorrow?” he asks and you brighten. 

Aaron never has the weekends off. Ever. 

“You didn’t say you had the weekend off!” you all but scream and he laughs, reaching for your mug as you rush around to his side of the kitchen island. 

“I have the day off,” he amends and you nod, sitting halfway in his lap till he tugs you up properly. 

“And you want me to spend it with you and Jack?” he nods, handing over the tea when you’re comfortable. 

You don’t think hard about his hand falling to your waist to keep you still as he answers you. 

“Mhm, Jack wants to go to a book fair.” he elaborates and you nod. “Are you free?”

“So free! But I have to be back in time to go to the farmer’s market.” 

Aaron nods, lodging his chin on your shoulder as you sip the tea. He can do with a day of just you and Jack and nothing else. 

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listen..LISTENNN. I am a sucker for AU’s and especially when they crossover. I feel as if cowboy!reiner and musician!eren would be so stinking cute as relatives and that they would be so hilarious together!

content warning: lots of humor and banter, reiner and eren being clowns, alcohol mention, mentions of divorce and infidelity, angst (if you squint just a smidge)

So country boy reiner and musician Eren are the literal definition of polar opposites. Yin and yang if anyone had ever seen it. Growing up in Northern Jersey with all but a silver spoon in his mouth, Eren was always reserved and only focused on music. He had maybe a handful of friends in his life, who all left by the time he made it to high school. Not that it mattered because he was fairly antisocial anyway. Honestly, that may have been the one thing the two had in common. But unlike Eren, Reiner’s was due more in part to social anxiety and not being an asshole. He actually grew up in southern Georgia; Marietta to be exact. Raised on a huge farm, Reiner was one of the oldest among almost seven children; a mix of cousins and siblings that spend their days raising cattle, competing in 4 H competitions and growing food. Now, the boys’ moms were actually twin sisters and despite the two of them being very different themselves; Carla, an uptown, partying bottle girl turned boy mom that strutted into PTA meetings with her Blahnik handbags and Dior shades. And her sister, Karina; a pie baking, horse riding southern princess that preferred the cattle ranch to the country club. Still, they made it their mission to ensure that their sons had a relationship with one another. So every summer, they would go back and forth, spending a few months with each other. Reiner came into the wealthy suburbs and spent his break at the mall, skating and playing basketball with his cousin. He would show him all the different instruments he had littered around his spacious bedroom. They would then switch off the next year and Eren would come kick it in the sticks with him and the others. Learning to hunt, fish and ride four wheelers. It was a nice time. So naturally, when they got older, they’d keep the relationship going. One day, Eren decides to invite his older cousin down to Miami to meet his wife and vice versa. The four end up going out to dinner and Reiner is really proud of all his cousin’s success; and vice versa. Now, one thing that they did bond over was their love of taking cracks at each other. They would clown one another until one got too mad and then they’d be ready to fight! (all love though) Reiner’s favorite nickname for him was Pavement Princess. Calling him soft and saying that he could not survive his way of life. Eren in turn calls him Country Bumpkin, asking him if he can even read and that he probably catches raccoons with his bare hands like Davy Crockett. (never fails to mock his accent either)

still, the two of them are in his studio one day and Eren’s working on a new song. Something a little different from his usual work and Reiner’s watching him with a beer in his hand and a toothpick dangling at the edge of his teeth. As Eren messes around with his mixing board and synthesizer. “This is witchcraft, Eren. How the hell do you even know what buttons to press to make it sound like that?” He merely shakes his head and laughs, because if only he knew how long it took to master this. “Trust me, dude. It didn’t happen overnight. This shit’s not easy.” Still befuddled by all of this equipment, Reiner just continued sipping his drink and watching the way his cousin flipped a switch here and turned a notch here to cultivate the perfect sound. He respected his craft, that was for sure. But Eren was no stranger to the hard work Reiner did as a farmer. Controlling heavy equipment, overseeing all types of animals and lugging on huge bags of feed and fertilizer all by himself. Hence why he brought him out here for a bit of a break. To enjoy the high life and all it had to offer. Especially after news of his cousin’s impending divorce. Three years with a woman who put him through hell was finally over. “Well I commend you, man. This is crazy.” But there was another reason for this visit as well..

see, besides being a talented farmer, Reiner had one hell of a voice. Often times, the two of them would have little jam sessions that consisted of them trying to outsing the other. Eren, loving the sounds of R&B and pop, opted to belt out renditions of Jon B, Tevin Campbell and Justin Timberlake..as opposed to Reiner, who was akin to Kenny Chesney, Blake Shelton, Tim McGraw and anything country. Despite their differences, their shared love of music was one of the few similarities they shared. Reiner was also the only person outside of Carla that supported his career choice. “When you become all big and famous, don’t forget about me and go all Hollywood, alright?”

It was a promise he made sure to maintain so when they both grew up, got married and lived their dreams, they’d reconvene like this every so often. And of course, he didn’t miss a chance to croon a song or two with his favorite cousin. Only this time, Eren wanted to record him.

“Hey, Rei. What you think about hopping on a track with me?” Questioning absentmindedly as he scrolled through his computer screen. And naturally, Reiner looked at him as if he were crazy! He didn’t mind giving a full performance under the sounds of pouring shower waters or the occasional karaoke performance of Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey but singing for the rest of the world to hear? Not a chance. His confidence was not on par for that. “I think you’ve lost yer’ goddamn marbles. I’m not messing up your song.” But he was sadly mistaken! He would only be adding to it and helping Eren flex his creative muscles. EJ had just ventured out to starting his own label so he wanted a variety of sounds for his brand.All he had at the moment was a lonely instrumental, in need of the perfect vocals to add to it.

“C’mon, dude. I think you’ll like it. It’ll help you feel better.” “What are you talking about? I’m just fine, Eren.” trying to convince his cousin that this split hadn’t affected him but it was hard to believe with a pile of Budweiser cans in the corner and a mean five o clock shadow forming on his jawline. Staring him up and down, Eren would hand him a pen and paper. “Here, we’re gonna write a song. And don’t tell me you can’t because you’ve done it before.” Earning him a look of utter shock. “You swore you’d never bring that up again, you bastard.” “And you swore you’d shower this morning but I guess we're both some goddamn liars. Get to writing.” He was the only person to know that Reiner had dreams of being a country singer when he was a mere kid but gave it up very quickly when he all but dedicated his life to farming and helping his family. Now, with this fresh start and lease on life, he could do all of the things he put on the back burner. Even if nothing came of it, it would be fun to relive those old times of singing with his cousin in his room. But he looked utterly and genuinely lost. As if he were afraid to put all of those complex feelings and emotions out there, but if there was one piece of advice the tenured artist had for him, it was this:

“Don’t overthink it, dude. Say what’s on your heart and go from there. You got this.” And from there, Reiner felt a bit of relief and began to pin down EXACTLY what he felt. About the wretched woman that broke his heart..from cheating to taking his money. A beach blonde nightmare with abandonment issues and a serious spending problem. Reiner tried as he might to love her wholeheartedly but she drained him emotionally, physically and financially so needless to say, once he began to pen down those thoughts, the lyrics were coming along nicely. And with Eren’s help, of course, they were sure to have their track done in no time. However, when E.J. picked up that notepad and spotted what was written…his eyes stretched wide as quarters. Not because it was horrible; it was the exact opposite!

“Dude…get in the booth right now. We gotta see how this shit sounds.” He was elated! Like a mad scientist completing the final touches on his experiment. He was ready to hear the results of their hard work. So as Reiner entered behind the glass partition and placed the headphones over his ears, he’d instruct him to step forward to the microphone and he’d let him know when he could begin to sing. It was when he’d turn on the music and let it play to the second eight count, did Reiner start crooning and something inside of E.J. just lit up like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. He knew his cousin was talented but this was something else..an entirely different level! His voice, the register and all the notes he was hitting perfectly, Eren was truly in awe! And with the hook he had added, he knew this little venture had been a success. It was out of his normal element and not his particular type of music but it was beautiful! Except….

“Something wrong? What’s tha’ matter with it?”

“The song’s perfect..but it can use a little something. Hold on.”

at that moment, Eren made a very hasty and reluctant decision by picking up his phone and scrolling to a contact he’d hoped he never had to use. Regardless, he’d press the number and hold the phone up on speaker. Folding his arms, he’d sway back and forth in his chair, awaiting an answer. Finally, he was greeted by that of a raspy and quite frankly, sleep ridden voice.

“Hello?”

“Jean, you ugly motherfucker! How ya’ doing today?”

suddenly, Reiner’s eyes went wide from behind the glass window on hearing his cousin’s phone call. Who could’ve possibly been on the other line that he was saying such vulgar things to with a smile on his face. He knew Eren was a total asshole sometimes but that was not how you greeted somebody! However, he’d soon come to learn that the poor mysterious person on the other end was no stranger at all and rather, one of the world’s most famous artists and someone who did his best to match wits with EJ. Little did he know, they stayed at one another’s throats.

“What the fuck do you want, you dumb bastard? I’m busy.”

“Doing what? Besides sitting on your ass.”

but his call wasn’t just to have an intermittent roast session, he had a favor to ask him. Which was ironic considering that he insulted the man every chance he got and the only thing Jean wanted to give him was a black eye. But there wasn’t a single person that he’d want on this track other than the Atelier Kiss star. He’d tell him that he had something he wanted him to hear before pressing play on the fresh recording of the new track. By the time it got to the end, the line had gone silent. But the response to it?

“…I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

and from there, Eren knew they would have a hit on their hands. So sometime later, when Jean made his way over and he got the two introduced, Reiner was in higher spirits than Eren had seen him in months. Not to mention, their bond strengthened over their shared joking on EJ. Snickering and cackling like two schoolgirls behind the booth. Picking in his ear, Eren would lean over and speak into the intercom. “While you two bastards are giggling, let’s get this song done. I got things to do.” “Shut the hell up. As you can see, I’m talking to my new friend. There’s no way he can be related to you.” Even so, the three would resume their intended business. Jean would instruct Eren to pick up his electric guitar and play along to the tune of the track as they sang. As much as he hated to admit, it was a genius move! And once things were finished…they had their result.

“I don’t know what to say, man. I love it.” Eren breathed a sigh of relief and gave his cousin their signature handshake. He was so floored by the recording that he even called (y/n) into the session. “Princess, you gotta listen to this.” And the two gentlemen began to recite the song all over again for you. Even making you and Eren both dance behind the recording equipment. It was such a good time and your husband looked so happy to have his big cousin around again. It were almost as if no time had passed between them!

#I love these dummies together :( #au crossover #cowboy reiner #musician eren #musician au #musician x influencer au #eren x black fem!reader #aot imagines #crack drabble #aot #aot au #reiner braun #eren jaeger #jean krischtein #aot x black reader #aot drabbles #aot fluff #crack post #aot headcanons #reiner headcanons #eren headcanons #anime imagines #anime headcanons #black reader #eren aot #reiner aot #cw alcohol #cw cussing #cw language

[solarpunkani]

okay so pardon me as I wax poetic late at night about solarpunk again but like

and once again, I'm biased because I'm co-hosting the aesthetic week event, you know the drill, but

I feel like sharing our projects--big and small--are so important because they can inspire other people to do their own. And obviously this can be about sharing news about climate action, and scientific projects and progress and discoveries, but tonight I'm thinking about crocheting.

As we think about the future we want to create as solarpunks, we trade ideas. And oftentimes a lot of the ideas we trade are about futures with barter systems, where many many people do crafts like sewing and mending and knitting and the like. But--and I could easily be the only one but I feel like I'm not--I personally was too nervous to start many crafts myself. Because I didn't know what I'd do with the craft, if I was even capable of it, or if it was too big and complex for me. I'd been tossing around the idea of learning how to crochet for years, and my mom's been tossing the idea around just as long if not even longer for herself, but y'know what brought me over? You know what finally got me to give it a shot?

An online Solarpunk friend sharing pictures of a bag.

I saw that bag and I went 'huh maybe I could do something like that,' and within a few days I'd bought a bunch of yarns and hooks and was on a call (with a different online friend) learning how to do some basic stitches and knots to get started. By the end of the night, I was teaching myself how to make granny squares, with the help of a (different) online friend writing instructions to help me out as I got stuck.

And maybe I finish my bag, or my scarf, and I post a picture online--not even a professional, pinterest-ready photo, just a quick pic of it laid across my bed or something--and I inspire someone else to start crocheting. Hell, I've already inspired my mom to take a crack at it once the Christmas season is over.

But it doesn't even have to be me. It doesn't even have to be crocheting. Maybe someone posts a picture of a hat they just finished knitting, and someone else decides to pick up a loom or some knitting needles. Maybe someone crafts a birdhouse or a desk or a bench out of wood, and someone picks up a hammer for the first time. Maybe someone crafts something awesome out of clay and wire, and someone gets inspired for a new project. It can even be across artforms! Maybe someone sews an awesome dress, and someone else is inspired to write a short story by it. Maybe someone writes a short story, and someone else goes to paint a mural somewhere inspired by a scene in that story.

And in a sense I find it incredibly solarpunk. To inspire one another to learn and grow, develop new skills, to always find inspiration and hope to keep trying new stuff.

Some people laugh and scoff at the idea of posting ~aesthetique~ homemade clothes to the solarpunk tag, a handful think the whole aesthetic week event is pointless, but I find it the opposite. Solarpunk is about revolution, but it can't always be big revolutions. Sometimes its the small revolution of picking up a craft that changes your life, or creating an image that inspires others to fight for a better future. It can be about writing something that makes others question why things are the way they are, when they can be better. Sometimes the desire for a nice knit scarf can be the start of a mini barter system, or become part of the mutual aid we all dream of.

I feel like I had a point with this but I forgot. But uhm... yeah.

#out of queue #ani rambles #solarpunk #im probably not gonna put this in the aes week tag but yknow #anyways im gonna go work on this scarf while watching a video essay and maybe chill to the aes week playlist

[totesnothere04]

Unexpected Turn of Events Pt.4

Tonowari x Fem!Reader

I do not own any of the fanart or screenshots used with my stories.

Contains smut reader's discretion is advised.

Slight mention of mating kink, primal urges, oral (f receiving), fingering, mating press, very vulgar language.

Pt.3 here. Pt.5 here.

It had been about two and a half weeks since Tonowari had started courting you. Two and a half weeks of all of your friends teasing you by calling you Tsahík. Two and a half weeks of near bliss as Neytiri started to introduce you to Na'vi traditions. She started helping you make your song cord and learning to make things to court Tonowari in return. Currently, you were putting the finishing touches on a spear that both Neytiri and Jake were helping you craft. It wasn't for you, it was for Tonowari. You wanted it to be perfect for him, and to reflect the strong and wise leader that he is. You started to put the inlay of pearls in the handle when you heard footsteps approaching your marui. You quickly put away the pearls and hid the spear behind some of your stacked belongings. You had just barely tucked it away when Ao'nung and Rotxo poked their heads into your marui.

"Can I help you?" You asked them. They both fully entered the marui and sat down and you sat across from them.

"We came to ask you for advice." Rotxo finally admitted and you were shocked. You hadn't been a big part of Rotxo's life in any way, so you had a hard time believing he'd come to you for advice.

"What for?" You asked them.

"Well, Rotxo has fallen for the Sully girl." Ao'nung answered for his friend who seemed too bashful to answer for himself.

"And you? I sense you didn't come here just for Rotxo's obvious crush on my niece." You say and Ao'nung blushes deeply.

"Ra'ina's eldest daughter has held his attention since we were children." Rotxo says and you smile lightly.

"Oh to be young and in love." You say with a joking reminiscent tone.

"Why didn't you have a mate then? You were old enough to have had one, and many children when you came here." Ao'nung said trying to shift the focus off of him.

"Human men were insufferable on the human base. I spent all of my adult life here on Pandora there at Hell's Gate. It was either unattentive men that were focused on fighting the local life or men that were uninterested in relationships. Having children with people like that was off the table for me." You tell them and Ao'nung scrunched his face up in disgust.

"The decision is understandable." Ao'nung said and you laughed.

"Alright but why come to me for advice when I'm still learning Na'vi courting myself?" You ask them.

"Well, Kiri is your niece, and you're good friends with Zyti's mom. We thought you'd know things that they like." Rotxo explained.

"Kiri loves nature. Loves to observe it and respects it and the Great Mother. Taking her on ilu rides and she is pretty traditional in the people's ways. Hunt, provide, show her you can provide for her and your possible future children." You tell Rotxo and he nods enthusiastically. "As for Zyti I do not think you will have a problem with courting her." You say to Ao'nung.

"What do you mean? Out of all the girls that throw themselves at me, she is not among them." Ao'nung says confused.

"She was raised by a mother who was pursued and courted traditionally. The girls that throw themselves at you chase for the future Tsahík mantle, not you. Zyti prefers for you to go to her, and she revels in the feeling of security. So I tell you the same thing I told Rotxo. Prove to her that you can provide, but one big difference between her and Kiri... Zyti loves small heartfelt gifts. A necklace, a shell, a pearl, or a pretty rock. Does any of what I just said help in your pursuit?" You ask them. Rotxo nods happily and Ao'nung cracks a small smile and nods. "Then go, go and pursue your mates of choice." You say, but the boys look at eachother and smirk.

"Let us help you finish the spear for my father." Ao'nung said and you felt shock run through your body.

"Jake or Neytiri?" You ask them.

"Lo'ak." Rotxo says and you groan.

"I need to finish it on my own. I want to show that I'm a good choice for his mate." You say and Ao'nung rolls his eyes.

"You are already a prime choice for Tsahík. Father will love anything you give him. You helped us let us help you." Ao'nung says and you sigh then stand up. You retrieve the bag of pearls and the spear. You set it down in between you and you started to continue to place the pearls in the wooden pockets you carved for them to go into. Ao'nung and Rotxo were in awe of your craftsmanship. Both of the boys were admiring the designs and embellishments on the spear.

"Ao'nung is right. Olo'eyktan will love this." Rotxo says.

"It is not finished yet. I still have to finish putting in the pearls and the clear waterproof adhesive. Don't even get me started on the handle wrap yet." You say as you focus on the pearls and ensure their placement.

"You do realize the implications of giving this to my father?" Ao'nung asked in a soft voice.

"Yes. It means that I choose him. Which I do choose him." You tell them truthfully.

"She'd be your new mom Ao'nung." Rotxo said.

"I do not seek to replace a parent." You say while still preoccupied. "I seek to provide a stability that I did not have with my own parents. Though neither of my parents passed." You said absent-mindedly.

"What do you mean?" Ao'nung asked as his curiosity was piqued.

"On Earth, you don't mate for life. Humans have a system called marriage, but it is a bond that can be severed if they so wish. My father cheated on my mother and she severed their marriage. I haven't seen my father since I was only 10." You told them and finished with the pearls, and picked up the clear adhesive mixture that was as close to epoxy as you could get. You started to apply it to the handle as you listened to the boys talk shit about Earth. You had to hold in your laughter so you wouldn't waste any by spilling it.

"But what about your Mom? Isn't she sad that you aren't on Earth with her?" Rotxo questioned.

"She was in one of the first groups to land on Pandora. She had gone back to Earth to marry my father then she had me and decided to stay until I was a little older. After she and my father divorced she came back to Pandora, and I was left in my grandmother's care. My mom was an amazing woman and constantly fought with our bosses to save Pandora from Earth's fate. She was shot and died from her injuries when we were trying to escape from the human base in the forest. Her name was Grace. Grace Augustine." You tell them as you weave the handle with the fabric you made specifically for the spear. "Huh, you two were able to help me concentrate enough to finish this." You say and the two boys look very proud to have helped out somehow. "I just need to let it dry now." You tell them and leave the spear level so it can dry properly. "Now shoo. I have things I must attend to." They left and you turned back to the gift you'd just finished making. It would be a few days until you'd be able to give it to him because it needed to dry. You could only hope that he liked it, because of how long it's taken you to make it.

Waiting for the longest three days of your life was nearly unbearable, but the fourth morning you woke up and checked it to make sure it was dry. When you realized it was dry you nearly jumped from excitement and anticipation. It was barely dawn and you knew Tonowari would be coming by soon. He always grabbed healing herbs before he would go on bigger hunts. You readied a pouch of the herbs and waited for his arrival. Not long after you heard a knock on your marui and you turned to find Tonowari standing there. However. You were confused when you didn't find any of his hunting gear.

"Good morning, ma 'Wari." You say and he cracks his usual smile.

"Good morning, ma (Y/n)." He says as he leans down and plants a kiss on your cheek.

"Close your eyes." You say excitedly and he quirks a brow in question. "Please trust me." You say and he closes his eyes. You pick the spear up gently and hold it flat in both of your hands infront of him. "Open them." You say and he does so. The moment his eyes land on the spear in your hands he seems taken aback.

"Did you make this for me?" Wari asks and you blush and nod.

"Yes, I did." You tell him and he looks directly into your eyes.

"You know what this implies?" He asks to make sure you understood what you were saying.

"Yes, yawne. I want you to know that I choose you." You tell him and he finally takes the spear from your hands and looks closely at the handle.

"It is beautiful ma muntxä." Tonowari compliments and your ears perk up as he says that. "I accept your offering and have been preparing my home for days to accept it." He says and you look up at him surprised.

"Who told you I was making this?" You asked him.

"Jake does not speak softly." Tonowari says feeling a little bad that your surprise was ruined. "Come. Let us spread the news." He takes your hand and leads you through the village. You both stood at the entrance of Jake's marui where his family was still suffering from early morning grogginess. Tonowari knocks on the entrance and everyone turns to look at the two of you. Their eyes flick over to the spear in his hand.

"Good morning Olo'eyktan." Neytiri greets him first.

"A good morning it is. I have accepted her gift." Tonowari shows off the spear and Jake trips over his own feet to be able to get a closer look. "We are to mate before Eywa at eclipse." Tonowari announces. Kiri, Lo'ak, and Neteyam look at each other then run over to give you a hug.

"Mom would be so proud of you (Y/n)." Kiri acknowledges and you sigh sadly. You both technically had different mothers so you tended to keep your relationship more toward Aunt and niece. After you were evolved Kiri took to referring to you more as her sister. Beforehand you would've shot down the idea, but now you were Na'vi. You had more in common now.

"I know. I just wish I would've been able to save her. More for your sake than my own." You tell Kiri and she dives back into your chest for another hug.

"Come! We must retrieve Tsireya and Ra'ina to prepare you!" Kiri says then grabs your hand and Neytiri who was holding Tuk. You yelped a little as you were dragged behind the excited teen in the direction of Tonowari's marui. Kiri barely knocked on the entry frame before she was barging in dragging you and her mother behind her. The two teens inside were slightly confused but accepted the intrusion.

"What's going on?" Tsireya asked.

"He accepted her gift and they are to mate infront of Eywa at eclipse!" Kiri said excitedly and Tsireya jumped up.

"Really?" She asked and you nodded. Tsireya and Ao'nung both ran into your arms to embrace you in a hug.

"Come we have much to prepare you for." Neytiri said and she sent Kiri with Tsireya to retrieve Ra'ina while you went with her and Tuk to your marui.

The day was filled with celebrations, bestowing of titles, and preparation of your appearance. It was all a big blur until eclipse started to approach and you were nervous. Your nerves were slightly cleared when Neteyam told you that Tonowari would show the spear you made to anyone who seemed interested in it. When you reached the water's edge you separated from your family to join Tonowari. He was taking you to the Cove of Ancestors to connect with your family before you mated. Jake had told him of the tragedy that befell your mother and he wanted you to feel like she was involved. You mounted his tsurak behind him and the two of you were off in an instant. You could feel yourself almost melting into his back as his muscles flexed and relaxed. You allowed one of your palms to lay flat against his abdomen as you tighten your grip around him. You felt him shiver from the intimate contact and he seemed to lean back into your warmth. When you arrived at the place where this journey started to slide off the tsurak with Tonowari following behind you. You both took deep breaths and swam down to the leaves of the tree. You grabbed your queue and connected it to one of the leaves. You were transported back to Hells Gate in the link room and you looked ahead to see your mom. She was grumbling over some paperwork and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Even in the afterlife, you find a way to grumble over someone's reports. Whose is it this time Norm or Jake?" You ask her and she laughs as she looks up at you.

"Both. But let's talk about you, my baby. You're Na'vi now and about to mate with the Metkayina Olo'eyktan. I'm so proud of you and Kiri." Grace says and you sigh.

"I'm sorry I didn't step up into a mother role for her Mom." You say and she gives you a small smile.

"Jake and Neytiri were meant to be her adoptive parents. She was the same race as them and you weren't. It would've been more difficult for you to care for her than it was for them to care for her. Besides something tells me you're about to have two children of your own." Your Mom says and you smile when you think of Tonowaris children.

"Yeah Ao'nung might be a handful, but he's a good boy. Once he grows a little more he'll be an even better man. Tsireya is beautiful, smart, compassionate, you name any good quality and that's what she is. She's basically the spitting image of her father." You tell your Mom and she looks down at her watch.

"(Y/n) it's almost eclipse. You need to rejoin your mate." Your Mom says and you nod.

"I love you Mom and I miss you everyday." You say and she hugs you close.

"I love you too honey, but I'm never far. I'm always right here." She says as she lays her hand over your heart. Though her voice grows distant and you pull out of the trance. You turn and smile at Tonowari who returns with his own smile. He pulls you closer to him and connects your lips in your first actual kiss. He pulls away and the two of you swim to the surface.

"Come this way." Tonowari says and leads you over to one of the surrounding shores. "I am ready when you are." He says as he brings forward his queue and you do the same. They connect after the two of you inch them closer together. The feeling from the connection was surreal and the growing arousal between the two of you was intense. He leans his forehead on yours and you lean into his warmth. He reaches a hand up and tilts your head till you're looking into each other's eyes. You both meet in the middle in a heated kiss which leads to both of you lowering onto your knees on the floor.

"We can wait to try for children later if it makes you more comfortable." Tonowari whispers against your lips.

"I want nothing more than to bare more children for you." You respond and you can feel something near primal awaken in him. He works on removing his loincloth while you do the same. When you're both completely bare Tonowari takes in your body with hungry eyes. His cock was already at full attention and throbbing for any kind of friction. He leans over your body and starts leaving open-mouthed kisses and love bites all over your skin leading down your torso. Without warning his mouth attaches to your weeping cunt with his tongue diving right into your hole.

"Tonowari..." You moan his name on repeat like it's your favorite song. You feel something different prod at your entrance and soon after two of his fingers make their home in your womanhood. Your back arches off the ground at your impending orgasm and it's getting hard for you to breathe. "Wari... I'm c-lose." You moan out and he hums against your pussy. He adds a third finger and angles them just right to hit your g-spot and it sends you over the edge. He pulls away while you're still coming down from your high so you can catch your breath. When you look at him after you've calmed down a bit he's spreading your slick over his massive cock.

"Are you ready, my mate?" Tonowari asks with a possessive edge and you moan when he calls you that. He leans forward and collects your legs to sit on his shoulders. Slowly pushing forward until the head of his cock was probing your hole. You moaned in anticipation of possibly getting pregnant.

"So ready, ma 'Wari." You all but begged for him to continue. He guided himself into you and a low moan left him as he entered you. At first, the stretch hurts but soon lights the fire of pleasure in your body. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers bury themselves into his scalp. He was being surprisingly gentle, especially after you felt that surge of primal need flow off of him earlier. He nuzzles your cheek with his nose and inhales deeply.

"Beautiful. My beautiful mate and Tsahík." Tonowari says and emphasizes each term of endearment with a peck to your lips. When he finishes talking his lips make a permanent home on your own. His length dragged over every pleasurable part of your spongey walls. He was getting close and you could feel it as his balls tightened against your ass. He moved to get a better angle into you by getting onto his feet and pulling your hips up to reach deeper. You felt his tip hit your cervix and you saw stars as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your walls so suddenly clamped around Tonowari and he couldn't tell if he was moaning, growling, or purring as he continued to fuck you through your high. He buried himself deep inside of you and released with a guttural moan. This was your first time having sex in over 15 years, and it was Tonowari's first time since he lost Ronal. Neither of you were quite used to the feeling as he stayed seated inside of you, and you didn't mind. You felt full. So full and so pleased and Tonowari felt his chest swell with pride from being the cause of your current state of euphoria. Tonowari situated the two of you to lie down while he still remained in you. You rested your head on his arm and threw your left leg over his hip. The two of you were wrapped up in each other in your own bubble of happiness knowing you would need to go back soon. But for now you were content just snuggling on a shore in the Cove of Ancestors.

#tonowari #tonowari x reader #avatar twow

[kikiwritesfanfic]

And Here You Were~

A Sun and Moon x Reader (oneshot? series? drabble? I don't know yet)

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What would happen if the cheery and innocent daycare attendant at the Megaplex grew attached to one person in particular? Would it become overly protective? Neglectful of the daycare duties? Is the animatronic capable of jealousy? Love? Hate?

Well, you should know. You are the one they've got their eyes on, after all...

*****

We remember the first day you showed up. It was a Tuesday, and you were terrified. Your little denim overalls and rainbow-striped shirt were a sight we never tired of seeing - it made you fit in perfectly with the colorful theme of the daycare.

"She's got some anxiety, and she is not to be excluded from naptime for any reason. She gets cranky without her naps and will just cry and cry and nobody can calm her down and-"

"Yes, yes, okay, ma'am. Trust us, we're all more than qualified to handle your little superstar while you're away. Isn't that right Sun?" the human daycare attendant pined, trying to calm your anxious mother. She looked a mess with her hastily thrown on baggy clothes and dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was up in a lazy bun, tangled as all hell, and her lips were dry and cracked. She was going through something. We pieced together through little snippets of conversation from you later on that your parents were going through a divorce, and she was fighting for custody while still trying to keep up with her demanding job. She was a strong and independent woman, so having to bring you to childcare made her feel like a failure. But she wasn't.

"Yes, of course!" Sun replied cheerily. He bounded towards your mother with excited energy - enough that it  absolutely terrified you and sent you into a screaming flurry of tears. Sun's rays shrank back into his head slightly and he apologized immediately. The human daycare attendant rolled their eyes and grabbed you anyways, while your mother reached into her bag and pulled out a few different prescriptions. Sun mentally logged everything you were supposed to take - anxiety medication with your lunch if you were still not interacting, nausea medicine if you complained of a stomachache after eating, and doctor-ordered melatonin to help put you down for naptime if you weren't sleeping. 

Great, another helicopter mother, Moon said inside of Sun's head. They had done that for as long as they could remember. It was how the two communicated with each other when one of them had control and the other was stuck watching on from inside. But Sun ignored his brother this time, not wanting to miss a single thing your mom was saying. 

The human attendant nodded nonetheless at your mom, taking the labeled freezer bag with the orange bottles and placing it behind the front desk to be logged momentarily. "I promise, ma'am, we will look after your little superstar well, and she'll fit in just fine. Isn't that right, Y/N?" they asked you, who was finally calming down from your screaming fit. Now you were staring at Sun with wide eyes, fearful but curious. 

Over the next few months, you had grown to adore the daycare. Once you opened up, you got along well with all the other kids. Your personality began to shine through, and you seemed like the perfect child. You were a great problem solver, friends with everyone, and creative when it came to literally everything. The other children in the daycare always wanted to play with you, and you always made time for all of them. If there was an issue between your friends, you would help resolve it before Sun even had the chance to make it over to you. You never broke the rules, used your manners, and somehow encouraged every other kid to follow in your leadership.

But our favorite part about you was how you never seemed to treat the two of us as one in the same. We still remember the day you dragged most of the kids to the craft corner and encouraged everyone to draw cards for Moon. When asked why by your curious classmates, you would respond with "Because he never gets as many gifts as Sun, and I think that probably makes him sad."

You grew up with the daycare, and a year turned into two and then three. 

But one day - a Monday, we believe - your mother came to drop you off, and abruptly told the human on shift that it would be your last day. She looked disheveled and even more tired than usual. Her eyes were red - she had been crying. You weren't your usual self that day, either. You were whiny and reserved, hiding away in the quiet corner. You refused to play with anyone, making excuses each time one of the other children tried to get you involved. You even refused to eat, and wouldn't sleep at naptime.

It was during that last naptime that Moon had taken you away from the other kids to try to understand what was happening. Sitting in one of the castle towers next to the ball pit, he finally asked you the burning question on our mind.

"Starlight, what ever is the matter? Sun tells me you haven't eaten or played at all today," he said with a softness he seemed to reserve only for you. You were clinging to one of the half-moon pillows with so much force for your little body, it made Moon worried immediately. You only shook your head as tears formed in the corners of your eyes.

We never did find out why you weren't returning. 

The daycare wasn't the same after you had left. The children fought, naptime was difficult, and Moon seemed to fade from the little superstars' minds as if he was never important. But we pushed through nonetheless. We never forgot about you. We kept your drawings up on our wall in our room and would look at them any time we were feeling down. The sadness faded from a relentless pain to a dull ache after a year. And soon, we didn't really think about you much. Other kids came and went, and we just moved on.

Or so we thought we had. 

We were informed that some things were changing about the daycare, about Moon, and about the Megaplex in general. We were forced to go to Parts and Service daily for about a month, having new programs put into our coding. After the month (and many refusals to answer our questions), we were told Moon was to patrol the Megaplex at night. We were asked several test questions by Vanessa, the new head of security, to make sure the programs were working properly.

"Okay, and what do you do if there's a code blue?" she asked.

"Seek out any head personnel and get them to safety before dealing with the intruder or intruders," Moon responded, crossing his arms. "Now can you please tell me why we're doing this?" he asked for the hundredth time. And once again, Vanessa ignored him, writing something on her clipboard. 

"Okay, that's it, now follow me," she said, setting the clipboard down and leading Moon out of the P&S room. He did as he was told, not because he wanted to, but because that was part of the new programming. Unless going against direct protocol, the brothers were no longer allowed to do as they pleased. If given a direct order from security personnel, they were forced to follow it. 

Where do you think she's taking us? Sun asked his brother, unbeknownst to the blonde. Moon shrugged, blinking his new eyes rather rapidly as he struggled to get used to the several new overlays he now had. He could see where each of the glamrock animatronics were, Vanessa's (or anybody's) level of clearance, and even call his wire out in the rest of the megaplex now.

Vanessa led them up to the atrium and around a corner to another woman sitting nervously in one of the cushioned seats for families to take breaks on. She also wore a security guard outfit, but she didn't have the same clearance as Vanessa. In fact, she seemed to have very little clearance, Moon could see, due to the new overlay. Sun gasped loudly inside their shared mind, making Moon flinch. What?! the blue animatronic hissed back.

Sun didn't reply, and Moon made an irritated noise. Vanessa was talking to the other security guard, when she finally turned to him and smiled. "Apparently you two have met before," she said, gesturing towards you, who stood up but kept your eyes to the floor. Something tugged at the back of Moon's mind as Sun tried to bring up a memory file. But he didn't need to. You looked up and locked eyes with them, nervousness written all over your face.

For years the brothers daydreamed of seeing you again. For years they sat in their room and wondered what happened to you. For years they waited patiently, hoping that by some miracle, you would be brought back to them again.

And here you were.

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[miela]

Shattered Memories • Chapter IV: What Friends Are For • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Idk tbh, some regular degular conversations between friends. Chapter Warnings: None (???) Masterlist

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A girlish scream came from the doorway of the restaurant and you winced knowing exactly who it was. You looked over to see Celina running towards you and hugging you tightly almost knocking the wind out of you and out of your seat at the bar. 

“Oh my god, (Y/N),” Celi exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you!”

Celina was wearing a black fitted cropped cardigan that had a sweetheart neckline and a dark purple, floral-lace, high-waisted mini skirt with a black belt. Her long, brown hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head and her bangs fell on her forehead and around the frame of her face. A tattoo choker and a velvet choker with a silver moon charm on it wrapped around her neck and she had silver moons hanging from her ears and various silver rings on her fingers. Her nails were black and her makeup was simple but bold with thick eyeliner and dark purple lips. She seemed a little taller but it was because of the ankle demonia boots she was wearing.

She reminded you of a character that would be in a film that was a cross between Sabrina Spellman from The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and a character from The Craft which just happens to be two of her favorite things to watch. 

“Hey, Celi,” you smiled and hugged back. “It’s good to see you too.”

“Damn, Celina,” you heard a familiar voice chuckle, coming from behind her. “Don’t choke her to death.”

Ned was wearing a simple outfit that contrasted with Celina’s very detailed look. He wore a black tee shirt with a pair of denim jeans, a blue letterman jacket with white sleeves with MIT in red letters on it, and red classic vans. He wore a red beanie and a pair of black glasses. 

Celi pulled back and looked at him. “Darling, you and I both know that I don’t even have half of the capacity to choke her out,” she giggled.

Celina and Ned have been dating for 4 and a half years. Almost immediately after the day at the Statue of Liberty, she went to train with the sorcerers at the Sanctum Sanctorum. Six months later she was able to speak for the time in her life. You remember the first thing she did was confess her love to Ned just to find out that he felt the same way she did. They’ve been together ever since. 

And she was a chatterbox but all of you loved that about her. 

“Ned!” You exclaimed and got up and hugged him.

“Hey (Y/N)!” He matched your energy and tone and hugged you back. “It’s been, like, way too long since any of us have seen you.” 

“I know, I’m sorry,” You apologized genuinely as you pulled away. 

You turn slightly to see another figure you haven’t seen in a while. She was wearing a plain white tee that was tucked into black, distressed mom jeans that were rolled up at the hem, an oversized denim jacket that was rolled up at the sleeves, and white Converse. Her hair was chin-length and curly and she had minimal makeup on. It contrasted your black leather jacket, black AC/DC Band tee, black distressed fitted jeans, and your black Doc Martens.

She gave you a blank expression. 

You looked back at her with the same expression. “Michelle.”

“(Y/N).” She responded and squinted at you.

You do the same as Ned and Celina looked at each of you silently. You two eyed each other for a good ten seconds before you cracked under the false tension and giggled. She snorted and did the same thing.

“Come here, you loser.” She smiled and held her arms open.

You quickly hugged your best friend as she hugged you back for a moment and rocked side to side. Ned and Celina let out a relieved sigh and laugh. 

“Nice to know you’re not a hologram,” she joked.

“I missed you too, MJ,” you chuckle as you pull back. 

You all sat down at a table and began catching up immediately. You found out that MJ had gotten into theater as a side gig and wanted to audition for something bi, Celina started a YouTube channel and began taking singing lessons and Ned was working on his Master’s Program at MIT. You told them about life as a CEO and how the first year is driving you crazy already and how Morgan is a pain in the ass but you love her nonetheless. You guys laughed and gossiped about the little things and talked about your future plans as you guys ate. You guys sat there for a while.

“So, I have some news,” Celina smiled.

We all looked at her wondrously and she showed her hand with a beautiful diamond ring on it and a smug smile on her face. You and MJ had shocked expressions on your faces as you looked from each other to her to Ned who smiled at the two of you.

“We’re engaged,” he chimed.

You squealed and got up hugged them both and sang congratulations to them repeatedly. MJ also got up and hugged them. Once you guys settled back into your seats, Celina continued to tell you how they got engaged. It was something they started talking about and then one day at a dinner at his family’s house, he got on one knee and asked. She cried even though she knew it was going to happen at some point, but this doesn’t surprise you because Celina was always a softie at heart. 

“Enough about us,” Celina giggled. “What about you two? Any love interests.”

“Nah,” MJ said. “Been too busy with auditions and stuff. But I also don’t want anything right now.”

“Valid,” Celina responded and shifted her eyes to you. “And you?”

You instantly thought about Peter and debated on telling them about him or not. You opened your mouth and then closed it pressing your lips together before sighing and looking up and over at particularly nothing and you thought of what to say to them.

“Aht-Aht, Nuh-Uh,” MJ started. “You’re doing your I’m-About-To-Tell-A-Lie face.”

You looked at her with a defensive smile, “I am not!”

“You are,” Ned replied with a smirk. “Like you’re about to tell us a big lie.”

“I am not!”

“You can’t fool us,” Celina said crossing her arms over her chest and looking at you suspiciously. “We know you too well.”

You looked to each of your friends staring you down to hear your response before you sighed in defeat.

“Okay! Okay,” you started throwing your hands up in a defensive surrender. “There is someone but…”

How could you tell to them when even you don’t have all of the answers to whatever was going on between you and Peter and your unknown past? Plus, since Ned and MJ know him from the coffee shop you didn't want Michelle to grill him like she probably would.

“But?” Celina sang in encouragement for you to continue.

“It’s….complicated.” You stated. 

MJ's brows furrowed. "Complicated how?"

"Well," You hesitate to let out a deep breath. "I like him but there's a disconnection. It's like I know him but I don't know him at the same time. And I want to know him but… I dunno, it's like he's afraid of me knowing something."

"Wow," MJ nodded slowly. "That is complicated. And confusing." 

"Yeah," you responded. "Remember when I felt like I had that empty space? When I'm with him I feel …complete."

"Awww," Celina cooed with a soft baby animal look in her eye. "That's so cute!"

“Yeah, maybe in some romance book or movie,” you deadpanned. “But I just…I dunno.”

There was a silence that fell over you guys for a long moment before someone spoke again.

“Hey,” Ned smiled softly. “If you’re serious about this guy, I would just communicate with him a little better on how you feel.”

“Yeah and if he turns out to be a dudebro, I can vaporize him,” Celina added. 

“Dear fucking god, no,” you replied blinking your eyes in disbelief. “No vaporizing.”

“I was joking,” Celina sang. “I don’t even know how to vaporize people…yet.”

You all giggled softly.

“In all honesty, you can always turn to us when you need help,” MJ smiled at you.

“Thanks, you guys,” you smiled.

“Of course,” MJ replied. “What are friends for?”

Later on, you guys went in separate ways with Celina and Ned leaving together hand-in-hand, and MJ and you walked in the opposite direction. You two were in no rush to part so you walked at a slow pace.

“So,” she started. “Tell me what’s really going on with you and mystery man.”

You look at her. Damn it. “I can’t keep anything from you can I?” 

“Of course not,” She said in a tone that said ‘obviously’, “I’m the Michelle John Watson to your Sherstark Holmes. We’re partners, I know you more than you know yourself sometimes.”

You laughed at her statement. “Very true, very true.”

She smiled. “So tell me. What’s going on, girl.”

You let out a sigh and stopped walking, she took a few steps before she noticed that you stopped and followed suit and turned to look at you with a worried look on her face.

“You remember those dreams I told you about?”

“Yeah, faceless boy right?”

You nodded. “It’s him.”

Her eyes widened for a moment and then they squinted in thought, “So they really are memories…”

“Yeah,” you press your lips together. “And I think he knows it.”

“...Is it that guy you asked us about? Peter Parker.”

You looked at her silently. Fuck. Sometimes you forget how perceptive and observant MJ is. And her memory was always on point, especially when it came to attention to detail. 

“He knows us doesn’t he?” She added. 

You stayed silent.

“And we know him.” 

You hesitate a second before nodding. 

“But we don’t remember him.”

You nodded again. 

“Do you think it’s like some…premonition or something? Maybe Celina can help.”

You shake your head. “Not until I have enough information on it.”

She held her chin in between her fingers and she looked up in thought. “I could get it out of him for you.”

“No, Michelle,” you said sternly. “Please I am begging you don’t interrogate him. I did that already and if you do it he’ll nearly piss himself and probably leave the country. I’m not chasing him around the world.”

“Nah, you would,” She responded. “If it meant you being able to solve your migraine problem, you would.”

You would. You sighed. 

“Fine, I won’t grill him. I’ll leave it in your hands.” She raised her hands in surrender. “But you know where to find me if shit gets real.”

You smiled. “I know.”

“Parker, are you still hungover or something?” 

Peter looked over at his blonde and blue-eyed friend, Gwen Stacy, who was tapping his shoulder and looking at him with her eyebrow lifted. 

Peter was sitting at a table in the food court area with his friends at Empire State University. It was a thing they did in between and after class. Across from him sat Gwen Stacy and next to him sat Harry Osborn. Next to Gwen was her boyfriend, Miles Morales, and next to Miles was Pavitr Prabhakar. Next to Harry sat Cindy Moon.  

These were the people Peter surrounded himself with. They were brilliant-minded people who came from different walks of life and Peter had learned so much from them honestly.

Gwen is the daughter of a police captain named George Stacy (who really did not like Spiderman) and she was studying Biochemistry. She had short blonde hair that had pink, purple, and blue dip-dyed tips, bright blue eyes, and light freckles that danced across her cheeks. She had a rocker style and played the drums. Peter knew that you two would get along well because of how similar you guys were. He often imagined what it would be like if you, MJ, and Gwen were best friends with each other. It would be the sarcasm olympics.

He let out a sigh. “No, I’m fine now. Just exhausted.”

And he was. Exhausted anyways. He partied hard Saturday night at Harry’s frat house. He probably went a little too hard. Both Harry and Gwen were concerned with how much he drank and how many edibles he ate that night. He didn’t exactly mean to get so wasted, but he couldn’t get his nerves to calm down.

He couldn’t stop his senses from craving you.

“Then why do you look so sad?” Harry asked from beside him.

Harry Osborn, is the son of Norman Osborn who is the founder, owner, and CEO of Oscorp, a robotics and chemical manufacturing company. He was going to school for business administration. Although Harry was a rich kid he was humble and didn’t really flaunt his financial privilege. His style looked expensive though and probably was.  He had dark blonde hair and blue eyes and was a really handsome guy. He was a really nice guy but Peter kept a close eye on his father since in another universe his dad was the green goblin. Harry was also a friend of yours from middle school, so when Peter became friends with him he knew a bit about him already.

“I’m not sad,” Peter defended with not much conviction in his tone. 

“Well, he did say you looked sad,” Miles added. “You don’t have to be sad to look sad. But I know you’re lying because your dumbass got what they call ‘white girl wasted’ the other night.”

Miles Morales is the son of Jefferson Davis, another police captain (who also isn’t fond of Spiderman) and former crime-fighting partner to George Stacy. He is married to Rio Morales, who has patched up Spiderman on numerous occasions when things were serious enough that he had to be rushed to the hospital immediately. If she knew his real identity, she never said anything, which he appreciated. Together they had Miles, who is just as much of a genius as you are. He went to MIT for Engineering but graduated with his degree within two years and is now going to ESU for an art degree. He was brilliant at Graffiti art and often did mural commissions for different buildings as a side gig. He had black hair with a fade undercut that had a thunderbolt-like design on the sides and back of his head and big brown eyes. Peter met him through Gwen.

“I did not get ‘white girl wasted’.” Peter defended again. “I got wasted but definitely not ‘white-girl wasted’.”

“Dude, seriously?” Pavitr added. “You were crying so hard at one point that you threw up all over the yard. I don’t think the grass needed your emotions all over them.”

Pavitr Prabhakar is from India and he came to New York when he was fourteen on a scholarship to Horizon High, a school for brilliant and genius minds. He had big brown eyes and the most luscious hair Peter had ever seen. He was almost jealous of it. Nobody believed him when he said that he only uses coconut oil in his hair. Pav also went to MIT and graduated early and was now going to ESU for an art degree. He is notably really good at doing yo-yo tricks and poi flow arts and often will show off his tricks at parties. He was also really good at doing stunts and he and Peter would often go to the gym and practice parkour moves there. 

“So, I had a little too much to drink,” Peter admitted. “And too much of everything else but I promise you I’m fine.”

Gwen hummed not believing a word he said.

“Then, tell us,” Cindy started. “Who’s the girl you were all upset about?”

Peter looked at her shocked. 

“You said her name at the party,” she added. “And she’s definitely not one of us.”

Cindy Moon is someone Peter knew from Midtown Tech. She was briefly friends with Celina when they were in the same Hallyu club together. Cindy had long black hair with wispy bangs and almond-shaped brown eyes. She was Gwen’s best friend. Peter didn’t know much about her family, mostly because she never liked to talk about it, but they bonded over their time at Midtown Tech and how they should have become friends sooner. Not that it would have mattered. She was going to school for a communications major. 

Peter looked at each of his friends one by one and they looked back at him suspiciously and expectantly. He then sighed and his shoulders dropped. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to even try to explain to them anything about this situation. It was already crazy enough for him to understand but then to try and explain it in the simplest way possible without sounding like he’s gone absolutely sideways, but he’d try. He was clever and smart so he could figure out a way. 

“Alright, fine I’ll tell you,” Peter started. “But don’t make it weird.”

Each of them threw out ‘okays’ and ‘promise’ before they all turned their undivided attention to Peter. 

“So…there’s this girl.”

“I knew it!” Gwen exclaimed. “Pay up, Osborn.”

Peter looked from one blonde to another with his face twisted in an expression of confusion and disbelief. Harry cursed under his breath and sighed as pulled out his wallet. Seriously?

“You guys bet on this?” Peter asked his tone one of disbelief.

“Yep,” Gwen smirked. “In levels. Depending on how this goes I might walk out of here with 20 bucks or one hundred.”

Peter blinked but smirked softly at the two of them curiosity filling his mind. “Okay, you weirdos, can I continue without your outbursts?”

“Sorry,” Gwen said, genuinely apologetic. “Go on.”

“Alright, so there’s this girl, and…she forgot who I am.” He explained sheepishly. 

“Oh?” Pav asked lifting an eyebrow.

“How?” Harry asked with furrowed brows. “Like…literally forgot who you are? Or like ‘left you in the dust for some other person’ kind of forgot?”

“Literally,” Peter nodded. “Kind of like Amnesia.”

“Jinjja?” Cindy exclaimed in her mother tongue of Korean. (translation: “Really?”)

“We were…dating and then she forgot about me and….now she’s back in my life because she knows that she knows me but she doesn’t remember me. And it’s been causing her to have these really bad migraines and honestly…I don’t know how to help her yet because whenever I’m close to her, her migraines get worse. She has a doctor that she works with but I dunno if she’s been actually going to them. And I can’t tell her ‘Hey, I’m your boyfriend from five years ago’ or some shit like that. That sounds so…so creepy and… manipulative.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Gwen replied. “Unless she was like super rich or something.”

Peter looked at Gwen and pressed his lips together with a look that told her that her statement was in fact true. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

“So she’s a trust fund baby like Harrison over here!”

“It’s Harold,” Harry corrected. “And don’t call me that either.”

Peter took a deep breath. “I just don’t want to make this any more difficult for her than it already is and I don’t want her thinking that I’m only after her fortune. I couldn’t care less about how much money she has.” He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Are you talking about (Y/N)?” Harry asked. 

Peter looked his way with a careful look. “Uhm…” He scratched the back of his head nervously. “Y-Yeah…it’s (Y/N).”

“Stark?!” Gwen exclaimed. “You were dating (Y/N) Stark.” It came out more like a statement rather than a question. “You almost had me there, Peter Parker.”

“You don’t believe me?” Peter asked raising an eyebrow.

“ I would believe you more if you told us that you’re Spiderman,” Miles added with a look of disbelief.

Peter nearly snorted. Man, if you knew.

“I believe you,” Cindy interjected and everyone looked at her confused. “We went to Midtown Tech with her. I didn’t know her personally, but we talked a few times. She’s really cool. It makes sense for them to be together. You seem like her type. She always talked about her study dates with a cute, nerdy guy with Michelle Jones-Watson.”

Peter smiled a little to himself and blushed lightly.

“Okay, so if this is true,” Gwen started again. “I understand your sentiment. But I still think you should tell her.”

Peter threw his head back and sighed. “But what if it makes things difficult? What if it makes her migraines worse? Or…what if she doesn’t feel the same way about me anymore…?” 

He had a hard time admitting that part out loud. Even though you both felt the pull and you clearly still felt something for him…or the idea of him anyway, five years is a long time and you both have grown to be different people than when you were seventeen, naive and in love. 

But Peter was still in love with you, and he was afraid that it was just because of the idea of you too.

“Well then don’t tell her,” Harry stated matter-of-factly. “Just slowly get to know each other again, and whatever comes up in her memory of you, just let it happen.” He gave him a lopsided grin and a friendly, nonchalant shrug. “Go with the flow, Parker.”

Peter thought about it for a moment. Go with the flow. As simple as it was, that was probably the best advice he could have gotten. 

“Yeah,” Cindy agreed. “Think of it as a way to start over and get to know each other in a new light.”

“Wait,” Miles said with a look of realization. “Did you say five years ago?”

“...Yep,” Peter replied, his voice higher than expected due to him having the fear to even confirm it. 

“What caused her to forget you?” Pav asked clicking a pen softly in his hand.

“...Concussion,” Peter said. “Head injury during a battle of Spiderman’s.” 

“Oh, that battle on the bridge, right?” Gwen asked. “With the Iron Spider Duo, right?” 

"Yeah," Peter nodded remembering how you both had almost gotten your asses handed to you during that battle. "That one."

“Damn…” Miles said softly. “That’s a long ass time, and that’s brutal. I hope she gets better soon. Concussions are no joke, man.”

Peter wished he could tell them the full extent of the story.

"Yeah, especially with her migraines, you know? When I'm around her they get worse. It's like she's trying to force me into her memory. And even though I am the missing piece, it's like trying to put two magnets together." 

Everyone went silent and everyone had a thoughtful look on their faces as the cogs in their neurons began turning. Peter realized he said something that resonated with their brain cells. He looked at each of his friends repeatedly.

“What?” Peter asked confused. 

“That's the problem,” Harry replied. “Putting two magnets together.”

“Yeah? What are you getting at?” Peter asked.

“You have to put yourself into new memories.” Harry continued.  “You're already in the old memories right? You're the magnet, her memories are the metal that the magnet attaches to,” He explained. “Since the you five years ago are already attached to those memories. What you need to do is attach yourself to new memories that can possibly replace the old memories."

"So like remaking those memories?"

"Exactly!" Harry smiled. “And it wouldn’t be manipulative, if anything it might help her remember both memories and she can appreciate both of them respectively.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Harry,” Cindy responded with an unsure tone in her voice.

“I mean, it’s worth a shot, no?” Harry glanced at her and shrugged before looking back to Peter. “If that doesn’t work then at least you can say that you tried right? And who knows, you might find out that you guys turn out to be great friends still.”

“Y’know for a frat bro, you’re kinda cool, Harry,” Gwen teased.

“Shut up,” He laughed as he squinted his eyes at her. 

Peter chuckled softly before sitting up straight in his chair, “Thanks, you guys,” he smiled at his friends endearingly. “I feel better.”

“Anytime!” Pav smiled. 

“But we better get updates on everything,” Gwen said with a serious look on her face but a not-so-serious tone in her voice. 

Peter chuckled, “Only if she’s okay with it.”

~

Tags: @riordanness @chrisevans-realwife @peterdarlingg @thecrystalclarity @brckenmemories @paleprincesssxo

#peter parker x stark!daughter #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x silk!reader #peter parker x avenger!reader #peter parker x afab!reader #spiderman #peter parker #avenger!reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #tom holland #marvel #mcu #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker series #mcu marvel avengers #mcu peter x reader #marvel mcu #mcu fanfiction #avengers #marvel cinematic universe #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfiction

[cody-paranatural]

I am afraid that Coby is setting himself up to be severely and devastatingly disappointed with his conclusions about his mom.

THAT BOY IS SETTING HIMSELF UP FOR SOOOOOO MUCH DISAPPOINTMENT <3 

I love Cody’s in-universe theory crafting So Much. I love how much he was able to piece together (he’s a clever little guy :] and a schemer. i say that with all the love in my heart btw) and also in the spirit of actual real life theory making how he completely missed the mark on some of his guesses. And it’s understandable!!!! It’s not like he knows his mom is a weird special werewolf that never changes back into a human. Because that��s straight up not how being a werewolf normally works and why would he assume his mom is an exception he doesn’t even know is possible. 

Something going wrong with Cody’s plan was pretty much inevitable the moment we found out about it, and I for one can’t wait to see how things turn out thanks to Cody’s several incorrect assumptions. And I LOVE how extremely confident he sounds about all of it. “The uncertainty was theater; he’d decided he was right.”; “Cody had no doubt in his deductions.”

Cody my boy, some doubt and uncertainty would do you good in the long run I think. It’s not very surprising though, since we see him make the exact same mistake before! Cody is a pretty capable 12 year old and he knows it, and that’s good! It’s good that he knows what his strengths are. The problem is that he gets so sure of himself that he ends up being overconfident and underestimating those around him. Like with hitball for example! 

Cody knows he’s good at this, he’s quite literally supernaturally good at sports. He’s so sure of his abilities that he told Hijeff that he has to go carry the team. And that overconfidence is how Dimitri, Max, RJ and Ollie got him in the end. Because if you look at Dimitri’s plan, how complicated that whole thing is, it becomes clear that Dimitri used Cody’s confidence against him. Like Dimitri was So Sure that Cody would easily dodge all the other throws (and he was right) and that Cody would get so caught up in the fact that he didn’t have much trouble with dodging them, including the one they made to look like their final one, that he would stop paying as much attention to his surroundings (and again. he was right). Which goes to show that this is a quite noticeable quality about Cody (though to be fair, Dimitri is very clever and seems to be quite good at picking up on these things (at least when he’s able to look at things somewhat objectively, Dimitri tends to let his feelings cloud his judgment.)). 

And that’s not even counting his thoughts “I’ll just slip through the cracks” and his little mind monologue from when he was about to get hit with the golden switch. It also ties into something else I really like about Cody, which is how similar he is to his dad and his absolute lack of self-reflection about any of it <3 Cody is obviously nowhere near as bad as Davy, but the similarities are there! And it makes sense since that’s just how kids work, they get influenced by the people around them. Like, Davy’s absolute trust in himself, his extreme confidence, those are things I’ve just discussed about Cody taken to their extremes. And the list goes on! Just look at Cody’s extreme protectiveness over his friends and his tendency to keep them in the dark. Or the fact that both Cody and Davy do the thing where they carefully control conversation in a way that lets them learn as much information as they can (we can see Davy do this on page 1 with Peter Puckett, and Cody mentions doing the same with LB and RB on page 47, Zack even used similar wording to describe what they did). Or their shared love for theatrics. I just find that so interesting and fun to think about! It’s great :] 

Also I am going to change the topic and talk about how EXCITED this update made me about future interactions between Jean and Cody. I had a mighty need to see these two interact ever since I subscribed to the “Shrike is Cody’s mom theory” and seeing that theory confirmed already made that excitement grow tenfold. But now? Now that we know that Shrike was faking her death for like 3-ish years (Zack confirmed on twitter that they were around the same age as in the first chapter 7 flashback, and based on Cody’s age I’m assuming that Jean, Rick and Mina were 13-ish when Shrike faked her death), and was watching him from the shadows. Now that we know that Jean was wrong in chapter 7 when he said “She would have come back for me, she would have!” (I love Paranatural mentor-mentee/parental figure-child relationships I love how adults never fail to let down the kids they’re supposed to be looking after I love how it all either stems from them prioritizing their own problems or pushing everyone away, thinking that keeping them in the dark is the best way to protect them I love how that secrecy just keeps causing problems for everybody. It's so good.), because she left, thinking she was doing the right thing. Like Jean thinks that the only reason she wasn’t with him is because she was stuck as a werewolf ever since whatever accident he was talking about in chapter 7. And we know that’s not true! And talking to Cody would make that Very Clear, since Cody more or less knows the date Shrike actually disappeared for good. Do you all see the vision. It’s gonna be GREAT.

#paranatural #pnat #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK CLUELESS-RARITO #i enjoyed writing all of this so so much! i love talking about cody :] #once again sorry for getting insanely off topic and rambling way too much but once i start talking it's very hard for me to stop

[lilbagdermole]

do you have any headcanons for the dunebabies (toph and aang's kids)?

Hello Anon!

Thank you so much for sending an ask - as you can tell I absolutely love talking about Taang and everything related to them. I especially love talking about the dunebabies and how they'd handle parenting!

Ok, as I previously stated in a past post, I really think Toph and Aang would have a very big family - about five to six kids. It comes in part because of Aang's burden of repopulating the Air Temples and keeping his culture alive. But I just genuinely believe that Toph and Aang are such a good team and couple that they take the challenge of raising a large family, test their communication, relationship and love.

They have 3 girls (one earthbender, two airbenders) and 3 boys (one earthbenders and two airbenders);

Their first-born son, at the ripe age of two, sneezes twelve feet into the air - scaring his mother as she momentarily lost "sight" of her boy; his father, on the other hand, cried with thrill with the notion he was no longer the last living proof of the Air Nomads;

Their first three children are all airbenders. Toph loves them more than she'll ever be able to put into words, but a part of her does fear that her earthbending genetics would not pass onto her children. Thankfully, their fourth child, a beautiful girl, at one, whilst throwing a temper tantrum, cracked their living room wall.

All their children are menaces - they either adopted their mother's humor and confidence, or inherited their father's mischievous and playful personality. They're kind and respectful children, but, just like their parents when they were young, they love having fun and goofing off;

Toph loves parenthood, adores being a mother. It's something she had once believed ill-suited her and she'd worried she lacked the nurturing, soft, gentle touch that came naturally to Katara and Suki. Despite everyone's concerns, Toph is an amazing mom. Laidback and carefree but strict when need be; she gives her children the freedom her own parents had denied her but always keeping a close, protective "eye" to guarantee their safety; she plays with the kids, tells them bedside stories of her adventures with Aang, suffocates them with tender love and care (love and care exclusively reserved for her family). Aang never once doubted her.

Aang would take all his kids to the Air Temples - earthbenders and airbenders alike - he took great pride in teaching them his culture, his values and morals, his history. He'd promised Toph he wouldn't force the Air Nomad lifestyle on his kin, unless they showed interest in pursuing it; additionally, Toph had made it clear that if he ever showed any sigh of favoritism for his airbending children, she'd terminate the Avatar Cycle with him - it was a threat he had taken seriously (though Aang would never neglect his two little earthbenders, he loved all their kids equally);

The kids adore teasing and pranking Toph because of her blindness - especially her airbending boys. They had found great joy in airbending their way out of her sight to escape punishment - so much so, that she had crafted little metal bracelets for all her children so she could keep tabs on their whereabouts (and so they wouldn't surprise her into an early grave);

The dunebabies love their uncles and aunts - and when accompanied by the steambabies and bladebabies... chaos and mayhem is certain. It doesn't help that the two youngest members of the Gaang enjoy causing their friends just as much stress as their children - many a times, Aang and Toph would join all the children in terrorizing the Fire Palace Staff or pissing their parents off;

Instead of having a permanent home - they have little homes in every nation due to Aang's Avatar duties. However, once the children grow old enough to go to school, cultivate friendships and need that stability - Aang and Toph agree that a forever home was long overdue. They eventually settle to reside within a calm town just on the outskirts of Republic City;

Toph eventually reforms the old Dai Li into Republic City's law enforcers. Balancing motherhood with her professional life was no easy feat, however, she and Aang had always worked in perfect harmony. So, when she needed to be present at work to teach metalbending, Aang would be at home caring for the kids; When Aang needed to leave for Peace Summits, Political Events and other Avatar duties, Toph would step in. They were always a team and because of that their kids never once had to be alone or without a parental figure.

Despite the odds, Aang and Toph raise their children beautifully and their a happy family, imperfect yet wonderful.

#dunebabies #aang x toph #taang #toph x aang #atla aang #toph beifong #adult taang #taang headcanons #taang as parents #they would be such great parents #they balance each other out so well and together I think they'd avoid becoming what they become in TLOK #I'm still pissed off with Toph and Aang's characterization in TLOK can you tell? #Like Toph would NEVER allow for her babies to be neglected #SHE KNEW HOW THAT FELT AND YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE BECAME A NEGLECTFUL MOM??? NAH BRO

[millenianthemums]

New horror writing challenge idea. I have to write a short horror story about a completely random thing and make it scary somehow. Like, find a random noun generator or something and write about that thing being scary.

…okay, so i just did that and the word it gave me was “writer”. Which, I feel like that’s been done. But I wanted to come up with a horror concept for whatever it gave me, so okay. a scary writer.

so, what if there was a really famous writer. they’re very private and reclusive, but their work is super famous. their concepts are good enough, but they’re most praised for their deeply, intricately crafted characters. every character seems to have such a rich inner life. everybody loves this author’s books, including you. but one day you crack open their new bestseller and there’s a character in it who’s just. you.

like, it’s you. your mannerisms, your goals, your insecurities, your nervous tics. your memories. your childhood. it’s you.

nobody else points it out. you ask your friends and family how they’re liking the book, they all say it’s great, and they all love that character, but they don’t mention the similarities at all. you feel like you’re losing your mind because it’s so OBVIOUSLY you that this character’s based on. but how is that possible? you’re scared to bring it up because surely they’d have noticed?? why wouldn’t they say anything about it??? you even say at one point “i feel like this character’s kind of like me” and your mom tilts her head and says “yeah? how so?”

you don’t know what to say so you just drop it. honestly you’re starting to doubt it yourself. how well do you really remember your childhood? do you really do that one nervous tic that often? are you really particularly people-pleasing or charitable, like that character? you feel like you haven’t acted like that as much lately.

actually you can’t really remember how you’ve been acting. or how you normally act.

you show up to work and your coworkers look surprised to see you. your family keeps forgetting to return your calls. people on the street look right through you. you’re forgetting things about yourself, things that used to come so naturally. your favorite song. the color of your eyes.

then one night you remember something. you remember the person who came into the barber shop a couple years ago. they said they were an author, that they’d written a few books. you said that was awesome and they smiled. they were so friendly. they asked you so many questions. specific, personal questions. you didn’t notice back then. for some reason you were so happy to answer them. and you answered in such detail.

you’re tired. every day you’re more tired. every day you know less about yourself. you’re noticing more holes in your memory. didn’t you used to have more coworkers? more friends? didn’t you used to carpool to work with a full car of people? was there always that gap off to the side of the frame in that family portrait?

on the last day, you see them in the shadows. they’re watching from somewhere far away, smiling that gentle smile. why are you doing this, you try to ask them, even though you don’t have a voice anymore.

“Why are you so sad?” they ask in return. “You’re in the book. You’ll live forever in there. And everyone loves you, don’t you see? Everyone loves you so much.”

#text post #horror #robin writes stuff #this uh. got away from me #let me know if it’s unclear what’s happening.

[wren-dy-flowergarden]

The Monster Inside All of Us ★ pt.1

✦ *.✧.* Monsters live in us, they are our being, they are a part of us, and no matter what we can't outrun them. But we can learn to live and even thrive in their presence. You new neighbor- Bachira Meguru- teaches you about a world different than your own. Word Count: 2.2k / Bachira x gn!reader

Tags: topics of abuse, found family, childhood friends got your back, character study.

*TW: some uncomfortable topics of mental health leading to abuse off screen, not understanding violence, little gore, please be careful.

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A/N: Hi guys! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° Thank you all so much for your patience with me, writing has been a little difficult lately (Im not the happiest with how this turned out but eh). This is more of a journal than story for me. There should be two or three parts depending on what feels right. I hope you enjoy and again some difficult topics will be explored, so please take care of yourself! PS: Child Meguru is precious protect him at all cost.☆★☆

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There is a monster in all of us.

At least that is what your dad is screaming, on the ground sobbing underneath the weight of two bodies restraining him. His eyes pleading, looking to your mother cradling her right arm, swollen, and dripping.

Big eyes try to see more through the thin crack in the door. It sounded like glass cracking or the thumps you heard earlier. Your small mind was wild with fear, and your imagination made it worse.

But most importantly, you wanted needed to see your mom's face.

A lot of things happened because of that night. Your mother would receive pity words filled with blank stares from neighbors that contrasted itself with the usual snacks and kind greetings from before.

Your mother's face became more sullen now that your father was off in re-ha-bili-tee?

You go to school, a small school where everyone knew everyone, and everyone knew everyone's "situations".

About a week later, you finally realized what your father meant when Matsuhiro, the class clown and the boy who would agree with anything to make him seem more "grown up", opened his stupid mouth during arts and crafts.

"My mommy tells me that your mommy should have taken it and been a good wife."

You didn't really understand what he meant by "taken it" and "good wife", because your mom was the best mom in the whole world but the way his seven-year-old face sneered down at you made you angry- no it was something more than anger.

The next thing you realize is your soft bloody knuckles bleeding and Matsuhiro pleading the exact same way your dad did those nights ago, and he wailed lips cracked and eyes swollen.

"You're a monster!"

It didn't bother you much as you landed another punch near his temple, because duh of course there is a monster in you.

There is a monster in everyone.

It wasn't long after, that you and your mom make the drastic move to Tokyo to live next to your mother's best friend from college. 'Her name is Yuu she is an amazing artist.' your mother says packing a backpack to the brim with trinkets, art supplies, and snacks.

On the bus ride there, your mother looks exhausted, big black seeps carve out her eyes and you don't really remember the last time your mom smiled.

She made you pinky promise while getting off the bus that you never, in her words, "hit a person again". She muttered something else along the lines of 'bills' also, but you squeezed her pinky either way because it put a smile on her face and made her happy.

That’s the most important thing. 

Back then, in the principal’s office, you refused to repeat what Matsuhiro said in front of everybody including his parents and your own mother. He couldn't say anything either with his lips swollen shut.

In the back of your mind, you shrug as you squeeze your pinkies together. Besides Matsuhiro wasn't a person, he is a monster.

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You eventually make it to an apartment complex that was at least ten times bigger than your own. It was so big! It felt like it could touch the sky. Maybe you be living in the sky!

An audible sigh of relief comes from your mother behind you, lugging at least three suitcases.

Your hopes were dashed when you realized that apartment 109 meant you were on the first floor and not the hundredth. The door frame hung the sign, Bachira Yuu. Your mother flattening out her shirt gives a hesitant knock against the wood before the door burst open.

A woman, taller than your mother brown eyes light up at the sight of you two as if Christmas just knocked on her door, hair pulled back into a messy bun and streaks of blues and yellows adorned a pink jumper as she hugs your mother.

You were going to jump at her until your mother tentatively puts her arms around her as well, making it look like the second awkward hug in the history of hugs.

"Chiyu-chan!" She lets out and gawk because only you were called "chan" in the neighborhood, "How have you been! Oh is this little (Y/N)-chan. Almost as big as Meguru."

She squats down your head barely meeting her eyes as she ruffles your hair, "Ahhhh, maybe just a bit taller than my Meguru." Callused hands grab your chubby cheeks pulling out your lips into a smile before she squeals, "So cute!"

You really didn't want this women's colorful hands to be on your cheeks but glancing at your mother who had a semblance of a grin made you resist.

Small feet pitter-patter into the apartment, across the floors were tarps filled with half-empty buckets filled with blues, purples, to reds. The smell of the arts and craft room filled this apartment, it was nice.

Your mother's friend, Yuu Bachira, crossed the room swapping extra materials with her feet creating room, "Sorry sorry! I just got so focused on my recent project and forgot to clean, forgive me?" She gives a little wink as her hand rubs the back of her nape.

You expect a frown to form on your mother's face, she always bustled around your previous flat with strict diligence making sure no dust, no objects, and nothing were out of place.

Instead, she looked happy…?

"You're always the same Yuu-chan." And physically you take a step back, because "chan"! Your mother who notices everything about you, including how your mouth is now open in shock, chuckled before pushing you towards the gushing woman, " Yuu-chan has won a lot of awards for her art, maybe she could teach you a thing or two?"

You close your mouth, excitement already in your eyes.  Last month you almost won first place at the elementary school art contest (instead you won an honorary position because having seven-year-olds vote is rigged especially when you were the talk of the town). The first prize was a month's worth of popsicles, but you only won a little sticker book instead. You remember sticking many of them on the refrigerator.

Yuu crouches on the ground reaching your eye level.  "Then how about you see my latest project? I desperately need your advice for the final touches!"

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Looking at her art piece made your little eyes widen in astonishment. Swirls of purples and blue melded over yellow wash as the colors twisted and turned with her paintbrush delicately. With inspiration came chaos and she would dip her fingers into a side bucket of paint before flicking yellow sparks around the edges. If you cris crossed your eyes hard enough together it almost looked like two eyes staring back at you.

"Do you like it?" You hear Yuu say before she walks over to her canvas that dwarfs her, she puts a hand on the rim of it, "I tried to capture the essence of it."

You look at the piece, hues of blue accented with the yellow probably from her fingertips, it's amazing.

She grins as if she heard your thoughts, "Thank you, I am proud of this one." You blink, did she read your mind?

You were about to speak, out loud, until the sounds of metal banged across from you two leading you to jump head darting left and right.

Yuu pats you on the back and a calm rushes over your beating heart, "Perfect timing." before she walks to the edge of her studio unlocking a metal door painted in reds and oranges. A small boy, shorter than you stumbles in eyes red, cuts on his arms and cheeks. Dark brown hair with yellow highlights that curled around the nape up wearing a grass-stained shirt decorated with a shark.

Yuu smile now gone lowers herself onto her knees rubbing her fingertips along the side of his head along with his arms. Satisfied with what she was looking for she brushed the strands of grass left on his shirt before standing up, "Now how did you get this way hm?"

The boy looks down before kicking the ground, "They asked me to play soccer and then-" he looks up eyebrows furrowing as he stomped his foot, "they called me weird! Weird 'cause they couldn't get the ball away from me!" He stares as Yuu confused, "but they aren't right. They should just be better!"

She gives a small nod before pulling out a band-aid from one of her many pockets and placing it on his nose. “You know Meguru-kun, they are just jealous of you.” She says while rubbing out some grass from his hair, “they probably can’t hear ‘it’ anymore.”

You blink. It?

You really need to control your mouth more because the boy lets out a little shout before looking around his mother towards you as if he didn’t expect you to be there. He peers up at his mother’s eyes, “Mommy who is that?” Clear fascination shows in his eyes as he points toward you.

Maybe it’s the way he looks at you, like how previous people would stare makes your stomach flip but your strong, and your mother taught you first impressions are important, “Im (Y/N). Im your….” You look towards his mother because you really weren’t sure what you are now. Yuu finishes your sentence, “our new neighbor Meguru-kun.”

By the look on his face, it seems like he is about to ask a million questions, but you're faster as you clamor towards Yuu. You point to the painting, its hues vibrant against the sun leaking in, “What do you mean by ‘it’?”

This must throw her for a loop because she starts tapping her foot against the floor, head tilting a bit, “Ah how to say it. Like something that burns in your soul.” She snaps her fingers, “Oh! Like a monster, something a bit scary but something strong.”

Your head also tilts in confusion as her son speaks, “Monsters? You mean like the ones on TV?” he puffs his chest out a bit, “but those don’t exist!”.

You think of the monsters you’ve encountered. They didn’t look like the televised ones but they felt the same. The way the previous neighbors looked at you after the incident, Matsuhiro sneering down at you and most importantly you remember the far-off look your mother would have after “incidents” staring blankly at the wall when she thought you were asleep.

You can still hear apologies muffled through thin wooden doors.

.

.

.

"What do you mean? Of course, there are monsters."

You blink as the two of them look at you almost surprised by the steadiness of your voice. The boy’s face shows clear excitement, but his mother read of something you could not understand as her lips clenched tight.

Taking a step closer to the boy you point at his chest, "It’s right there, inside." A pause as you reflect, “The monster.”

He points to his chest also, his small fingers mimicking yours at a short distance as he presses against himself. He looks in awe as if he can see the latest Godzilla hosted inside of himself. That’s not what you mean.

You repeat again, slower, "We all have monsters in us. That's what my dad told me. They take us."

Bright yellow eyes twinkled understanding filling in, "Oh, Like when I can't stop dribbling!"

A frown appears on your lips, you didn't know what "dribbling" is, but he seemed to be the only one who might understand as Yuu still wore a lisp of a frown on the edge of her lips before taking a deep breath. The smile you were used to seeing set on her face again.

His mother puts a hand on both of your guy’s foreheads rubbing both of your hair till it’s a mess. Well, his hair was already filled with grass and twigs yours would probably be filled by dried paint at the end of the day.

"That's right you two. A huge monster lives in both of your hearts, a voice that pushes you to follow yourself though-" she lightly flicks the tip of her son's nose where he let out a little 'ow', "violence is not good. People are jealous of how you both follow that voice."

She gives a smile before bringing the two of you into a hug, "When people grow up, they stop listening, stop believing in its own fleeting yet precious voice." She brings them back looking into their eyes, "But that a waste isn't it!"

She turns back to her artwork with pride, admiration, and longing all put into one, "I still believe you should listen to its voice because look at the beauty behind it."

Her son brightens, but you think about her words.

How it held a warm sort of kindness when she speaks about her said ‘monster’.

It’s voice guiding her…

You wonder why the voice was telling you to aim for Matsuhiro's temples instead of his nose.

And then you start to wonder, as you look at his mother's artwork if there were different monsters out there.

Not kind monsters.

Especially in you

#.wwrenspeaks #blue lock x y/n #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #blkbrainspam #bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #meguru x reader #sorry this took so long thinking about life #this story will have more fluff and coherency in the next parts!

[morganski-19]

I Think Your House is Haunted

@bylerween2023, prompt: Haunted House, rating: T

Mike remembers the first time he went over to Will’s house. They were seven and Nancy was having friends over, so he couldn’t invite over Will. Instead, he went over to Will’s. His house felt weird, but that was probably just because he wasn’t there a lot. It wasn’t until later that night he figured out why. 

Late at night is when the secrets of the house are whispered through the walls. It’s when parents have whisper arguments that turn into screaming matches. It’s when your best friend in the whole world covers his ears, squeezing his eyes shut hoping to escape it to the noise. It’s when big brothers turn on the music so loud you forget what’s going on around you, even if it’s just for a little bit. 

Ever since that night, Mike didn’t stay over at Will’s that much. Instead, he begged his mom to have a sleepover with Will in the basement. Promising to clean it up the day before and after. Do a few extra chores and take out the garbage every week. Anything to get Will out of that house, just for one night. 

They were seven, but that didn’t mean Mike couldn’t understand that houses could be haunted by something other than ghosts. He saw it in the way Will acted when his dad left their family behind. Words that cut deeper than they should, actions that made him jump. Will was perfectly safe except for the ghosts that were left behind. 

Mike was seven when he promised to protect Will from haunted houses and the ghosts that followed. He might have failed a few times down the line but that didn’t stop him from trying. Not even now. 

Now things were different. They were older, over double the age when Mike made that promise. He still kept it as best he could, but he couldn’t stop himself from slipping every once in a while. Sometimes he forgets that Will has to be protected from himself and not just other people. The things he says and the way he acts can hurt Will too. But he’s better at it now, especially since Will means so much more to him than he did back then. 

“Mike, you can not already be scared, we haven’t even walked into the house yet,” Dustin teases next to him. 

Mike blinks out of the stare at the house in front of them, the haunting view still looking back at him. “What, no. Why would I be scared?”

“Cause you’ve been standing there looking at it for like five minutes now,” Max points out. 

“You know you don’t have to go in there if you don’t want to, man,” Lucas says. 

Mike swallows, still looking at the house. Dark windows with spiderwebs hanging from the panes, fake spiders, and skeletons decorating the walls and the yard. Flashing lights of various colors emit from cracks in the doors and walls. A haunting laugh that vibrates the house with each guest that enters. 

He knows it’s fake, it’s the same thing every year. A house that is constructed to scare, filled to the brim with fake monsters and fears. It’s far less scary than anything that he’s seen that was real, but that didn’t make him not want to do this any less. 

“No, you guys want to do it, so I’ll do it,” he says, finally breaking his gaze with the house. 

“Great, then let’s get going,” Dustin says, already walking toward the house. “Can’t keep waiting for whimps to get the nerve to do it.”

Lucas smacks his arm. “Dude.” Max and El snicker beside them.

“What, it’s true.”

The group walks away to the line in front of the house, leaving Mike where he stood. He takes a deep breath, clenching his fists. Preparing himself for the fear that is about to rush through his body with every turn, every jump. Every horror that was carefully crafted to scare people or give them a good laugh, but will inadvertently haunt him more than they realize. 

“You know you really don’t have to go in,” Will says softly next to him. “We could just go do something else.”

Mike looks at Will, seeing the person he’s tried so hard to protect. “That’s not fair, you want to go in, so I’ll go in.”

“Mike, you’re scared. You don’t have to go in.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not scared. I’m fine really, let’s just go catch up with them.”

Truth is, he’s terrified. But he can’t let Will know that, can’t let his fear show. He’s not supposed to be scared. He’s supposed to be the first one on the frontlines, shielding everyone behind him from harm. Especially Will. Always Will. It was the promise he made when they were just little kids and a promise that he still keeps to this day. It’s always him in front of Will, even if the scares are fake. 

Will has already been through so much that was out of Mike’s control. Being kidnapped, possessed, and moving across the country. There was nothing that Mike could do, but he still blames himself. If he had just had his mom drive him back that night, nothing would have happened. Or even just convince her to let him stay over, it’s not like it never worked before. But he didn’t, he let the guise of safety lapse his judgment, and now Will has seen terrors beyond either of their imaginations. 

The worst day of Mike’s life was the day that he saw the fake Will body get pulled out of the quarry, because that was the day he realized he failed. Broke the promise so secret that he never told it to anyone else. His best friend was dead, and he couldn’t help but blame himself. It wasn’t his fault, but that didn’t matter. His entire purpose for five years was to protect the boy he cared so much about, and now that boy was dead. 

Even though he really wasn’t. Will was brought back, healed. He was alive. He never was really the same though. There was always something gone that could never be returned. A part of his friend died that day, and both Will and Mike had to learn to move on from that. 

Sometimes Mike thinks he never really did.

When they get to the front of the line, Mike feels Will hook a finger around his, subtle enough that no one will notice, but just enough to comfort him. “You know you really don’t have to do this,” he whispers. 

“It’s fine really,” he says with a squeeze to Will’s finger. 

“Ok, if you say so.”

With that, Mike steps foot into the house. It’s almost immediately terrible. Loud noises and bright flashing lights. Blinking slow enough that you still feel trapped in the dark but fast enough that you don’t walk into a wall. Creatures, which he knows are just people dressed up but that doesn’t matter, jumping out behind corners and chasing you down the hallway. Laughter and screams melding into one big nightmare. 

Except this nightmare he actually chose to be a part of. He had every chance to walk out. Turned around before he entered and just dealt with the stares and jeers that he was a wimp who wasn’t man enough to go through with it. He’s faced monsters the average person would never dream of seeing, so why can’t he just suck this up this one time to make Will happy.

As they turn the corner, a guy in a bloody mask and chainsaw scares them, faking sawing off another person’s arm while maniacally laughing. Will starts to laugh, pointing out how unreal it all is, reveling in the fake scare. Mike, however, grabs onto Will’s hand, squeezing it tighter than he would ever admit. But he doesn’t say anything when they pass one of the emergency exits, because Will’s enjoying it and he has to be there too. 

All Mike has ever wanted was for Will to be happy. While his judgment may have been skewed a bit more than he realized, it’s true. When he messed up, he had the gnawing feeling in his chest that would only go away until he fixed it, until he made Will smile again. It drew him in, like a moth to the flame. For the longest time he didn’t know why, but that never mattered. Until it did. 

That’s what led them here, to this. To dating his best friend and still feeling the overwhelming pressure to make sure that nothing ever happened to him. Now Will means more than he did before, but it really doesn’t at the same time. But now Mike would lose a boyfriend and a best friend all at the same time. He barely makes it past losing his best friend, he can’t lose the person he loves again. Never again. 

So he insisted on going into the house because Will wanted to. Because even though he knows that all the scares are fake and that Will would be fine going in with the rest of their friends without him, he couldn’t let that happen. Will would be in a place, out of his sight, that is so eerily close to the real horrors they went through. Bad things happened when Mike let Will out of his sight, and that wasn’t going to happen this time. Even if the rooms feel smaller than they should and the noise is buzzing around his skull. Will is here and alive, having fun. Mike can’t ruin that by being scared. 

It’s the last hallway, he only knows that because Will tells him. Tells him he just has one more hallway to get through before they leave. Both of his hands grip Will’s arm, and he can’t get them to stop. All he can think is wrong. This is wrong. He’s not supposed to act like this. He’s in the wrong spot, they’re both not supposed to be scared. That way if Will got scared, he could comfort him. If they were both scared, how was Mike supposed to comfort Will?

But there was only one last hallway to get through, so he could do it. Until that hallway starts to flicker the lights like crazy. Will and Mike’s eyes meet in fear, both all too knowing what those lights mean. Behind them, something roars. Turning, they see a man dressed in a very poorly made skin-tight outfit and a mask with only a mouth as its face. It’s nowhere near as similar, but just similar enough for shivers to be sent down Mike’s spine. 

Will reaches up to the back of his neck, almost trying to determine if what they’re seeing is real or not. Though the fear never leaves his eyes, he turns and says it’s all fake. To hell with fake. As far as Mike’s concerned, this is his worst nightmare, and he lets Will relive it. 

The creature, because it’s morphed far from just being a man in a costume in Mike’s mind, starts running after the group, leading them to the outside door. Mike grabs Will’s hand, tugging him in front of the group to the sweet relief and safety of the outdoors. Will runs alongside him, panting and turning his head back every so often to look and see if it’s still following them. It’s instinct, habit at this point. 

Even after passing through the door and back into the night illuminated by the streetlights and booth attractions, Mike doesn’t stop running. To him, the lights are all flashing and the monster is real. He’s come back for Will and he can’t let go. Can’t stop running. He keeps pulling Will with him, their fingers interlocked. Will’s calling to him, but he can’t hear it. Can’t hear anything other than the screams of his friends and the disgusting screech of the demogorgon. 

He’s back in the classroom where El disappeared. Back in the tunnels and the mall. Everywhere those creatures were chasing him, chasing Will, and he couldn’t leave. Won’t leave until he knows that he and Will are safe. Not until Will is safe. 

It isn’t until they’re deep into the woods that the clouds covering his vision start to fade. Where his legs start to slow down and the ringing in his ears stops. He can hear Will calling for him to stop, telling him to calm down, that it was all fake. Letting go of Will’s hand, he falls to the ground and leans against a tree, breath stuttering as his heart frantically keeps beating. 

“Mike, Mike,” Will comes into frame, crouching down in front of Mike and cupping his face. “Mike, are you ok?”

In an instant, Mike is back on again. “Am I ok? Are you ok?” Mike grabs Will’s face, frantically jolting it around looking for injuries. Grabbing his arms next and doing the same. “I-. I didn’t know it was going to be there. You look fine, it didn’t get you. I’m sorry, we should have never gone into that stupid house-.” 

“Mike, look at me.”

He does, swallowing as his heart thumps in his ears. Before realizing it, tears start to stream out of his eyes, blurring his vision again. “I’m sorry,” is all he says before he crumbles. 

“The hell are you sorry for, Mike? There was no way you could have known they thought of a creature like that. Probably because of the whole Hellfire thing that happened in the spring. But we’re ok, it was all fake.”

“But what if it wasn’t.” Mike looks up at him with pleading eyes. “What if it wasn’t and I lead you straight into a trap. You’d be hurt again and it’d all be my fault. It’s always my-.”

A mix between his sobs and Will pulling him into a hug cut him off. “Nothing about this was your fault. Nothing about anything was your fault.”

“But it was. I failed.”

“Failed what?” Will says, impossibly soft. 

“To protect you. I broke my promise.”

Will shushes him while running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you didn’t break anything. Just calm down, ok? Just calm down and you can tell me what you mean.”

Mike pulls Will closer, gripping him tight enough that he can hear his heartbeat. His steady, healthy, unaffected heartbeat. A heartbeat meant life, Will was ok. Mike’ll be ok. Ba-dum. He breathes in. Ba-dum. He breathes out. With each beat, his breathing calms, and his mind slows down. The tears don’t stop, but slow from a steady stream to a drizzle. 

When he emerges from the hug, Will wipes the tears from his cheeks, pressing a kiss to Mike’s forehead. Mike closes his eyes, relishing in the moment he almost didn’t have. If things had gone differently, if he had taken a misstep, Will wouldn’t be here in front of him. That constant fear, constant regret weighs on Mike’s soul, only evident by this moment. 

“Can you tell me what happened now?” Will asks softly, tucking a piece of hair behind Mike’s ear. “Or do you need more time?”

“How are you not terrified?”

“Who says I’m not? Definitely not as scared as you. But after the initial shock, I could tell it was fake.”

The absurdity of that statement shook Mike. “But that was a recreation of one of the most terrifying moments of your life. And it literally chased you down a hallway. How can you not be terrified by that?”

“I was until we left the building. But while we were running, I did what Jonathan would walk me through when I would wake up from a nightmare or have a panic attack. I named five things around me that were different from the upside down and it calmed me down. And you kept running, so I guess my concern of that took over more than the fear.”

“Ugh, this sucks.”

“I mean, yeah. Really didn’t need that flashback-”

“No I mean, I was supposed to be you.”

Will blinks at him blankly. “What?”

“I’m supposed to be the one that the concern takes over and that’s all I can think about. I protect you, always. And tonight,” he plays with the grass, avoiding Will’s eye contact, “I failed.”

“You didn’t fail. It’s not up to you to protect me.”

“But it is. I made a promise to protect you and I’ve already broken it too many times and I promised myself I wouldn’t break it again, but here we are.”

“Hey, you didn’t fail. I’m stronger now, I can take care of myself. We can look after each other now.”

Mike huffs. “But that’s not the point. The whole point is I look after you. You’ve gone through so much and you didn’t deserve a single bit of it. I couldn’t protect you a lot then, but I can now. So I promised-”

“Yeah, you keep saying that but I don’t remember doing much promising.”

“I sort of made it, to myself. The first time I stayed over at your house when your dad was still there.”

Will’s eyes soften with understanding. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Ever since then, I promised myself that I would do anything to protect you. And then the upside down happened and I’ve been failing ever since. But, but then you became much more than a friend. A lot more. You became something I never even knew was possible and I started caring for you in a whole different way. I just wanted to keep being the one to protect you, and I couldn’t.”

“Well, you did kinda. You brought us away from the danger, even if it was fake. But still, we’re pretty far from the house now, and we’re ok. We’re safe.”

Mike laughs. “I guess we are.”

“Is this why you went into the house? I know you didn’t want to”

“Yeah, I had to protect you.”

Will exaggeratedly rolls his eyes. “It was all sweet and stuff before but you do know that I can take care of myself right. Hell, I could probably protect you more than you could protect me.”

“How dare you,” Mike gasps. “Bring my past trauma up all over again will you.”

“What, it’s true,” Will smiles. 

Mike smiles back, the pounding of his heart now subsides as he looks at his boyfriend. Alive and fine. He looks around, making sure no one is there even though they’re in the middle of the woods probably a mile from the fair, before cupping Will’s face and bringing him into a kiss. 

“How about we make a new promise, an actual one this time,” Will whispers when they break apart. 

“And what would that one be?”

“That we protect each other. Not one more than the other. Both of us looking out for each other, equally.”

Mike rolls his eyes. “I think I can deal with that.”

“Good, Because now that I know you’ve been harboring this one-sided promise, I’m going to make sure that you are looked after. You know, during every horror movie, haunted house, weird floorboard creek.”

“Yeah, go ahead. I’m a wimp, I get it.”

Will gapes. “You are not a wimp. You are very strong. And brave. Just not all the time.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead make fun-”

“I was not making fun.”

“There you guys are,” Lucas’s voice calls out from where they came from. “We were looking for you.”

Dustin pops into view after fighting with a tree branch. “Some house that was. It was so lousy until that freak demogorgon came at us.”

“How did they know what it looked like,” El asks.

“Probably a DnD book,” Max adds. 

Their voices fade into the background as Mike and Will look at each other again. Will stands, extending a hand out to Mike. Taking it, he stands wiping off any stray dirt on his pants. The group walks back to the fair, arguing about which scare, other than the obvious, was the best in the house and how it wasn’t that great overall. But Mike could care less right now. Because his hand was in Will’s and that’s all that matters. They would look out for each other, which he guesses they were probably doing all along. He was just too distracted to notice it. 

#bylerween2023 #seven is byler's song and you will never convince me to stop bringing it up #bringing back this tag for this one #totally not what the first few paragraphs were based on #they totally were #hanted houses #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #max mafield #dustin hernderson #el hopper #established relationship #tw panic attacks #tw ptsd

[dionysus-is-my-dude]

Tell me of your love for Dionysus and how it begun (if you are comfortable with sharing) <3

I don't even remember how far back I even learned about Dionysus. It must have been in grade school when we learned about Ancient Greece as part of world history or something. I've been on stage since I was a toddler. My mom had me in ballet, tap, jazz, BOSS, you name it until we finally got me into our local park district's junior theatre. It felt like I was MEANT to be on stage, singing, dancing, performing. I got into Wicca when I was twelve and did a year and a day of training before self-initiating myself at thirteen. I practiced that all the way up until college when I got even more serious about theatre and was taking classes and doing more adult shows. theatre history brought me back to Ancient Greece and really introduced me to Dionysus.

After that, I got into Hellenic Paganism and prayed to Dionysus before shows. I was dealing with a LOT of stress from serious mental illnesses. I'd been diagnosed with depression and anxiety at fourteen, and then, at nineteen, I spent 10 days in a psych ward and got diagnosed with bipolar II, but wasn't told that. So my mental health was plummeting and my only joy in life was theatre. It was like a catch-22, y'know? I didn't have the energy or time outside of being a full-time student in clubs and theatre, plus a part-time job to really get into my practice. It also took SEVERAL years to get on a good medication regiment and getting away from bad therapists and uncaring psychiatrists. I also stopped and started finishing college many times, jumping from job-to-job. I was a MESS.

But, it wasn't until around 2015/2016-ish that I picked back up on Hellenic Polytheism, and I just KNEW from the get-go that Dionysus was my favourite. Theatre? Yes. Madness? Yes. Celebrating life's pleasures? Yes. I was still working on a good medication regiment, struggling to find a therapist, and my bipolar hypomania driving me to make bad choices. To this day, I don't really focus much on rituals, but my love for Dionysus has really just solidified. I now work with my local theatre group -the oldest in my town, whether on-stage or producing. I'd love to work back-stage at some point, as well. I'm now on a much better medication regiment, and I managed to get a virtual psych. I don't have therapy right now, but I'm doing alright right now. I work part-time instead of full-time, prioritize my mental AND physical health, and I practice my craft a bit more, like praying and manifesting. I have e-altars on my Pinterest account for the theoi I work with.

But Dionysus is still my patron god. I think of him everyday. I pray to him before shows still. His push for me to join this theatre group has not only reunited me with an old friend, but has given me a support group I'm so grateful to have. My relationships with my loved ones has improved, and with me working less, I have more time to spend with them. My physical health ain't that great, but my mental health is much better. All of this, I feel like Dionysus has helped provide for me. He has pushed me to reignite my passion for performing, helped me accept and actively work on my mental health, and has made me feel more comfortable in my body and my self-expression. I call him my goofy uncle and "my dude" because, whenever I think of him, normally, I see him dressed in flamboyant leopard prints, smiling wide at me and cheering a glass of wine encouragingly....and then cracks a joke to cheer me up. He makes me feel safe and free and accepted as I am, while still giving me a little nudge to be kinder to myself.

I'm not supposed to drink, so whenever I can, I either get sparkling grape juice or regular grape juice and give him a toast back! Hail Dionysus!

#dionysus #hellenic polytheism #answered asks #long post

[homicidal-slvt]

Platonic not romance maybe, can I have Normal! Alive! Jason (Slashers) who is already saved as his mom Pamela was also safe. They finally had normal life live away from evil people. But s/o is very overprotective to Jason since scared when people judge the way Jason looks as good friends.

"Just A Little Twine"

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Jason Voorhees x GN|Y/N {Platonic}

Alive|Jason

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Warnings: Creepy Guy, Bullying and Pure Fluff

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You and Jason had always been such close friends, you were the only one there that never judged him. Pretty early on in your friendship you made it clear you would never be leaving his side, not for anything in the world.

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"LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!"

You bellowed out towards the kids bullying Jason, you were pissed and your fists were clenched, however the other kids just laughed at you.

"You're seriously defending this freak?"

Then there was a loud crack- everyone including Jason was all wide eyed, you had punched that boy square in the jaw- hard.

It ended in an all out fist fight, Jason having to help get you out of there. You now had a black eye and a few other bruises, Pamela placing some frozen peas onto your face.

"Ow!"

"I know I know. Just sit still."

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Now here you were sitting side by side with Jason, it was spring time and all the flowers were blooming, deer wandering around and munching on leaves not too far from the porch of the cabin.

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It was no lie that you could be a bit over protective, whenever you and Jason went to town if someone even so much as LOOKED at him wrong they'd get a death glare. However, nobody ever dared to mess with you either. Jason is still a very big man and knows how to be intimidating when he needs to be.

"Hey there sweetheart."

Jason has gone to the bathroom while you two were in the grocery store, some creep getting the bright idea to bother you. You simply tried to ignore him and keep shopping.

"Excuse me. I was talking to you."

He sounded mad now- your skin beginning to crawl as you glanced around, there weren't many people in the store since it was late at night.

"Please, just leave me alone."

Just as he reached out to grab you by the wrist, Jason had returned from the bathroom and grabbed the guys arm so hard he yelped. The guy immediately apologized to both of you and Jason released him, watching as the coward scurried away.

"Thanks, Jason..."

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You shifted slightly and looked up at Jason, you had a box of craft supplies set on your lap. You were just sitting and enjoying nature while making little crafts, slowly you pulled out a spool of twine.

"Jason?"

Your voice caught his attention and he looked at you, a soft expression on his face.

"You know- you're my best friend right?"

You received a nod in response, you were his best friend too. Smiling you unraveled the twine, cutting off a piece and tying it around his wrist and then one for yours, so you two matched.

"I know it's just a little twine but... I just want you to know how much you mean to me. We'll always be best friends and these friendship bracelets are a symbol of that."

Suddenly you saw tears welling up in Jason's eyes, before you can react you're wrapped up in a big ol' bear hug, his face nestled into your hair. Jason didn't typically speak, however this time he rasped out a couple of words.

"Together forever"

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{I hope I did well, Anon! This was such a cute idea 💜}

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#jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees platonic #jason voorhees fluff #slasher fluff #slashers x reader #vee's slasher works

[izzytown]

okay so i had a request to redo my “the fellowship reacts to starbucks” post but with the company (and since this is my niche now, i’m here to provide!)

the premise is mostly the same as the other post, just my silly little headcanons on what the characters would drink at starbucks. i now present to you “the company reacts to starbucks coffee” (part 1/2)

i adore the hobbit, but even though I’ve read the book (and watched the films) a fair number of times, i’m much more well-versed with LOTR characters than i am with those from the hobbit, so bear with me.

note: will not be including gandalf as i’ve already included him in the fellowship’s post - pop over there if you’re curious!

thorin: the grumpy-ass prince himself need not trifle with complicated orders when going to the bux. in fact, i propose he only goes if he’s DRAGGED by his arms and legs by fili and kili during babysitting duty—he gets a dark roast pourover, regardless of what roast is brewed, just because he “respects coffee craft.” you will find him rolling his eyes whenever a frap is ordered, silently mumbling about how his local coffee shop under the lonely mountain is WAY better.

fili: the quieter, more thoughtful sibling, fili is hit or miss on caffeine. if he’s looking for something pretty caffeinated with flavor, i think he goes for an iced brown sugar, toffee nut latte. not too sweet, but very flavorful (just like his personality). if he ain’t feeling a lot of caffeine, he probably gets an iced black tea to have something to sip on while supervising kili's shenanigans. also, he gets a cheese danish as a little snack, it’s canon-

kili: this man is on crack. he’s a kid in a candy store when he walks into starbucks- first off, he gets a birthday cake pop EVERY time without fail (much to thorin’s bank account’s dismay). he’s okay with caffeine, but the taste of coffee is a little much for him, so he cycles through a strawberry açaí lemonade, a vanilla bean frap, a chocolate cookie crumble frap, or an iced chai with cold foam and caramel drizzle. just gallons of pure sugar in a 16oz “coffee” for this guy!

oin: now i know very little about oin, but what I do know is that he seems like he doesn’t give two shits about anyone (respectfully). to me, that sounds like someone who drinks an insane amount of espresso and could care less how long it takes to pull 8 shots. therefore, I propose he drinks a 6-8 shot espresso over ice in a venti cup, with a light splash of cream. the pedro pascal special!

gloin: dark roast is the only acceptable roast of coffee in gloin’s household, how else would gimli acquire his profound appreciation for coffee? gloin tends to go for heavier, powerful drinks, contrasting gimli’s love of a good 'ol cappuccino. gloin’s go-to if there’s no dark roast available is probably a hot black americano with a couple packets of raw sugar, keeping it classic while wanting a drink that packs a punch.

ori: this is the sweetest dwarf you ever did see, and i think his drinks reflect that. not only does he give the vibe of someone who doesn’t drink anything too caffeinated, but he also seems like he has drinks for every season. he’s happy to have a nice chai latte in the autumn, a decaf peppermint white mocha for winter, a peach tranquility tea with two honey packets during the spring, and probably a passion tea lemonade (sweetened with liquid cane) during the summer.

dori: he so slays. dori seems like a mom friend to me, rolling his eyes and being a responsible part of the company, so i’m gonna make the executive decision and say he probably gets a typical “mom” drink, which to me is an iced mocha (or black and white mocha) w/ no whip. or maybe a honey citrus mint tea if he’s feeling sick, trying to cut back on sugar (as if it’s any better for you Lmao)

part 2 is available here

#shitpost #lotr fandom #the hobbit #the hobbit movies #uncle thorin #thorin oakenshield #fili and kili #ori the dwarf #dori the dwarf #gloin #oin the dwarf #coffee #starbucks #the hobbit headcanons #the hobbit shitpost

[azeltia-draws]

I'm back with some Coral Flow Bios! I've been writing them over a year, but it was a lot of fun brainstorming and coming up with their backstories, so I hope you'll enjoy and get to know each member!

Bay

Age: 22

Baylee "Bay" Humboldt is the younger twin of the Humboldt sisters. She grew up in an impoverished state with her mother, father, and her older twin sister Nile due to their father being laid off from his job and their mother being a stay-at-home mom. Bay develops various forms of art at a young age- specifically through dance, fashion design, and singing. She eventually became a lead singer in a choir. She learned how to play piano from a known pianist from a Jazz band. In addition, she seems to excel at running track and collect cute and shiny objects. Although Bay is very selfless, she can be rather naive, as well as being labelled as a "terrible lair", prone to forget peoples' names, and can be confrontational like Nile.

Nile

Age: 22

K'Nile "Nile" Humboldt is the eldest twin of the Humboldt sisters. She, along with her younger twin sister, Bay, grew up in an impoverished state due to her father being laid off and her mother being a stay-at-home mom. Nile had a pent-up frustration from being impoverished at a young age and developed an copious amount of strength because of it. She can summon a Booyah Bomb out of anger, which almost caused her to get expelled from school on multiple occasions. With the help of her teacher/poet, who is also her mentor, Nile develops an interest of writing and performing slam poetry, which helped her with her temper. She also learned how to play the drums from a close friend, who is a member of a Rock N' Roll band. Nile is outspoken, vigorous, passionate, and confrontational at times, but she has a heart of gold. She also tends to crack jokes on others- in good taste of course! ...Kind of.

Wave

Age: 23

Wavelynn "Wave" Pygmia came from a well-to-do lineage and was raised on militaristic values, enrolling her into a high end private school at a young age. Wave developed an ability to craft weapons and machinery under her father's tutelage. As a result of extensive amount of combat training with her mother, a known producer for a well-known R&B group, Wave was blessed with being keenly agile. However, such training regimen has hindered her socially and has shaped her stoic personality. Though she comes off as standoffish to strangers and fans to a certain extent, she secretly wanted to make friends. Wave started studying and composing music with a class mate and close friend, who would later compose music for a Funk/Disco band.

#splatoon #splatoon fanart #splatoon idols #splatoon fan character #artists on tumblr

[xleeleeboox]

Being friends with Johnathan and Argyle include:

Mentions other characters, upside down, smoking a loooot, stealing, emotional convos but it’s all v fluffy no spoilers everything is platonic

* You’d met them while going to argyles pizza shop like super late at night with some of your friends after a party

* everyone was either drunk or high and you could not keep it together because Argyle was obviously out of his mind at the moment

* and you decided to invite Argyle to the next party he asked if he could invite Jonathan and you went ahead and said OK

* so when you meet Jonathan you’re at a party but it’s like one of those parties were you just chill and shit

* you took a break from being inside and he went outside to sit around the fire pit with Argyle in Jonathan and just brought out a joint and lit it and started passing it around

* After a while you all start sharing about how you’re just done with school and you wish you could get out you wish you could get away from these people in this drama that never seems to end

* but Jesus Christ don’t you know the half of it on Jonathan‘s side but he saves that for another time

* Sharing about your younger siblings with Johnathan

* Argyle goes inside for god knows what

* That how you and Johnathan start bonding more

* I feel like Johnathan might want to talk about his photography with you and see if you have any suggestions for subjects for the photos

* He explains the process of developing the photos but he does t want you in there with him

* “Don’t worry he doesn’t let me in there either man” argyle says

* One day you were in art and stole a chunk of clay to try and make a bowl to smoke from

* It didn’t work Johnathan said it would crack and he was right

* Argyle kept cheering you on though

* Every once in a while you are invited over to argyles pizza place you get high and make your own pizzas, you take it to school the next day too

* At this point you’ve ditched your friends because their drama is too much

* And you’re hanging out with Johnathan so much that you’ve even bonded with Will and El

* You thought about introducing them to your younger siblings, but they didn’t want that lol

* You closed your eyes and were like “I get it” with a smile on your face lmao

* You and Johnathan often go somewhere random and just chill together

* Doesn’t matter where or when or what you are doing

* It’s always therapeutic too in a way because a lot of the time you end up staying out late, laying on the ground talking to each other about your deep thoughts

* One night Johnathan let’s it slip about the upside down and shit while you’re both high and in your feels

* You laugh and go “that’s crazy man I can’t… does argyle know? I feel like he does… maybe he doesn’t but he should”

* After that you don’t see him differently but you understand him better

* You become even closer now

* Really all you do is chill and listen to music or do a craft or something like paint idk

* Taking Polaroids of them

* And of will and el

* Of your siblings

* You give them some of the Polaroids but keep your favorites and make a scrapbook with them and give it to Johnathan for like Christmas or his birthday

* He ends up keeping it forever where he can’t lose it

* Tries not to let his mom look through it because there are some memories where you’re smoking with Argyle and Johnathan and are fucking around

* Some other questionable weird things you guys are doing (but nothing bad it’s just… odd things)

* YOU ASK WILL TO DRAW YOU SOMETHING AND HE FUCKING DOES

* You hang it up in your room on your door in the inside so you can see it when it’s closed

* When Johnathan comes over and sits on your bed he looks at the drawing and smiles

* Also if you ask Johnathan to take pictures of you he probably will and they will look so good he’ll give you a photo he developed of you him and argyle

* You also hung it up on your door and Johnathan feels very cared for and loved when he sees it

* Gets another picture for you and you put it in a frame somewhere around your house not just your room and he hugs you

* Not a super touchy man but you lay each other‘s heads on the others shoulder or on their lap or just lean against them

* But like all three of you argyle too ya know

* You make El a bracelet and she wears it every once in a while

* She says you need to make matching ones

* You made some for you Johnathan and Argyle

* You made one for Joyce because she’s so nice to you

* You took Johnathan’s lighter by accident and slipped it into Argyles possession so you didn’t get a scolded lmao

* I’m getting carried away I’ll stop if you have anymore Johnathan and Argyle headcannons please hmu

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