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mechaknight-98 · 27 days

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Gathering: Collected Company

Authors note: Knock knock bitch! burnout is gone and I finally returned to my first series and no one is safe. @existslikepristin

"Oppa, carry me. I'm tired," Chaewon pleaded, her voice a mix of exhaustion and playfulness. Percival turned to his girlfriend with a knowing smile.

"Ah, but you have two perfectly functional legs," he teased, fully aware he'd give in to her request anyway. He enjoyed the little game they played, her earning his favor with just a touch of effort.

Chaewon pouted, halting their progress with a dramatic slump. "But OPPA, I've been performing all week. I'm utterly exhausted. Can't you please give me a lift?" she implored, weariness evident in her posture.

"Alright, hop on, Chae," Percival relented, unable to resist her puppy-dog eyes. Chaewon's face lit up as she eagerly climbed onto his back, her fatigue momentarily forgotten as he carried her into the Card Shop.

"Hey, Percy!" the cashier greeted them warmly. "Here to pick up your order?" they asked, oblivious to Percival's concealed discomfort. As the cashier fetched their items, Chaewon's eyes landed on her new commander, Loot, Key to the universe, and her excitement was palpable.

Sensing her gaze, Percival turned to her with a smile. "Excited?" he inquired, noting the spark in her eyes. Chaewon nodded enthusiastically. After settling the bill, they found a nearby table to sleeve their new cards and decks.

Percival observed Chaewon's focused demeanor with admiration and affection, finishing his task before her due to years of practice. When she finally looked up, he couldn't help but smile at her.

"What?" she asked, curious at his expression.

"Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend," Percival replied, his affectionate tone not lost on her. Though she rolled her eyes at his sappiness, deep down, she cherished his displays of affection, finding solace in his care.

"Wanna get a quick game in?" Chaewon proposed eagerly.

"Chae, you know we're supposed to wait," Percival reminded her sternly, though he knew she could easily sway him.

Pouting cutely, Chaewon persisted, "I know, but I just want to see how well you pilot this new deck."

"As much as I'd love to dive into games with this commander, our friends might not appreciate it," Percival reasoned.

"Come on, just one quick match. Everyone else got to practice," Chaewon insisted, pulling out her phone to show him proof.

"Those sneaky ones," Percival grumbled, feeling annoyance.

"Yeah, now you know. Let's play," Chaewon said with a grin, and Percival couldn't resist her enthusiasm, setting up his deck to her delight.

The tension between them heightened as they faced each other across their playmats. Chaewon's smile widened as she glanced at the custom playmat featuring her own likeness, a thoughtful gift from Percival. Observing his meticulous setup, she marveled at his methodical movements, admiring the way he arranged his mat, deck, and commander. Her heart fluttered with anticipation as Percival graciously allowed her to take the first turn.

With a confident demeanor, Chaewon laid down an Island and cast Mystic Remora, initiating her strategy. Meanwhile, Percival swiftly established his own board presence, starting with Command Tower, followed by Sol Ring, and culminating in the summoning of Tinybones, the Pickpocket. As she drew three cards from the trade-off, Chaewon couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement, even if she didn't fully grasp the intricacies of the exchange. Undeterred, she continued her turn by playing another land and attempting to cast Three Visits, leveraging her resources to their fullest potential.

Percival acknowledged her play with a thumbs-up, his own strategy unfolding smoothly as he summoned his commander and led an offensive with Tinybones. Chaewon, bracing herself, took the hit and begrudgingly exiled the top two cards of her library, knowing they might come back to haunt her in Percival's hands. With a calculating gaze, he stored the exiled cards beneath his commander, his mind already racing through potential plays.

Glancing at Chaewon, then at his hand of cards, Percival knew he had a decision to make. While he understood the correct path to victory, he also recognized Chaewon was not ready for the following turns. Chaewon's growth was undeniable though and her request to remove the metaphorical training wheels during their matches. With a newfound determination, Percival focused on navigating the game, his senses sharpened as he observed Chaewon's next moves. As she played another land and cast Nature's Lore, fetching an OG Dual Tropical Island, Percival couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised. It was the first time Chaewon had demonstrated the strategy of fetching dual lands, a sign of her evolving understanding of the game. This realization emboldened Percival to raise the stakes, ready to test Chaewon's skills further.

"Ah, that's new," Percival remarked, acknowledging Chaewon's innovative play.

"You like it, Civy? I figured it out a few days ago since Tropical Island is both a forest and an Island," Chaewon explained proudly, her confidence evident.

Before they could delve deeper into their match, they were interrupted by the arrival of Yunjin and the rest of their friends (including me), who questioned why they were starting without them. Chaewon swiftly countered, pointing out that they had all begun practicing before receiving their decks. As everyone settled down, they took a moment to assess the state of the game.

"I see you were about to run her over," I commented to Percival, noting the disparity between their board states.

"No, he wasn't," Chaewon retorted, defending her position.

"Hey, Percival, mind showing us your hand since we're starting a new game?" I requested, eager to see the contents of his deck. With a nonchalant gesture, Percival revealed two win conditions and counterspells, while also flipping over Chaewon's cards to reveal a Rhystic Study and an Underworld Breach. Chaewon's eyes widened in realization as Percival simply shrugged.

"Oh yeah, that game was pretty much over," Eunchae chimed in teasingly, her words stoking Chaewon's frustration.

"Yah" Growling in response, Chaewon watched as Percival rose from his seat, taking a moment to stretch before returning. "Game two?" he proposed, unfazed by the previous interruption.

"You mean game one," Yujin corrected, irritation evident in her tone. Percival rolled his eyes. As they all prepared for the next round, anticipation hung in the air, each player eager to prove themselves in this new iteration of the game.

"Hey Civy Oppa, can I sit next to you?" Kazuha's voice broke through the pre-game chatter, drawing Civy's attention. With a thumbs-up, he welcomed her to his side. Watching their interaction was always intriguing to me. Despite Civy's reserved nature, he seemed to open up more around Kazuha and Chaewon.

It wasn't lost on me that Civy, much like myself, was guarded about sharing personal information. Yet, he appeared more at ease with Kazuha, perhaps because of their shared quirks and tendencies. Despite his flamboyant demeanor, Civy maintained a calculated distance, revealing only the bare minimum about himself. It was a curious contrast, especially considering his ostentatious presentation would suggest otherwise. Beyond the surface, all we knew was that he had a family consisting of a dad, a mom, and two sisters. Chaewon might have been privy to more, but she kept it under wraps, leaving me with a lingering sense of curiosity.

"Question before we begin. Can we do a two-headed dragon game? I don't want this game to last 3.5 hours," Civy interjected, addressing the group with a reasonable request. We all agreed, pairing off as usual: Connor with Yunjin, Dexter with Eunbi, Sakura with Siyeon, Chaewon with Civy, and Yujin with myself.

"Are you two together again?" Civy inquired, noticing the proximity between Yujin and me. We both nodded, accustomed to Civy's silent approval before he proceeded to shuffle his deck.

"So, what does this deck do, Oppa?" Kazuha inquired politely, leaning in closer to Percival with genuine curiosity.

"Well, Zuha, this deck capitalizes on the combat damage dealt by my creatures to gather insights and resources from our opponents' decks. I aim to either secure victory later using those acquired cards or force our opponents into a stall," Percival explained, his tone animated with enthusiasm. "Plus, the artwork is super cool," he added, gesturing towards the vibrant illustrations adorning the cards. Kazuha nodded appreciatively, while Chaewon watched pleased to see this side of Percival opening up to the group.

However, after Sakura sternly scolded Percival about his interactions with other members, he noticeably withdrew. Though we all noticed the shift, we understood it would take time for him to regain his comfort level.

"Okay," Kazuha replied, observing as Percival set up his deck.

"Last question, everyone. Are we going hardcore or taking it easy?" Percival inquired, seeking input from the group.

"Hardcore. I'm eager to fine-tune Narset," Connor declared confidently, though met with disapproving glances from the rest of us. He relented with a sigh.

"Hey, Oppa, can I give it a try?" Kazuha asked, prompting knowing laughter from Cival and Chaewon.

"Why are you closing up? I wanted to play," Kazuha expressed confusion as Chaewon groaned, eventually handing over $45-50 to Percival.

"Oh, I just wanted you to experience the deck we got for you," Percival revealed, presenting a blue and white deck box to Kazuha. Opening it, she revealed Dr. Madison Li, eliciting surprise from the rest of us, except for Chaewon, who grumbled about losing the bet. Percival goes to sit outside of our little circle and begins gold fishing his deck

"Hey unnie so how do we decide who goes first," Kazuha asks shyly.

"Usually we roll dice but you can go first. RIGHT GUYS," Chaewon says to the rest of us and we agree.

Kazuha sets herself up comfortably and begins. we all look at starting hands and Kazuha asks Percival, "Hey Oppa What does 0 mean in the mana cost."

Percival sits up and says "Oh dear!"

"Can you believe Civy gave Zuha all those powerful cards in her first deck?" Yunjin questioned Connor as they headed back to his place

"Yes Percival is crazy but that's not what I want to think about," Connor replied finally happy to have some alone time between him and Yunjin.

"So what do you want to talk about," Yunjin asked her voice taking on a deeper and more sultry tone.

"Oh the amazing dinner I am going to prepare for you," Connor replied. Yunjin smiled as they entered the apartment. As they arrived at Connor's place, the atmosphere shifted subtly, charged with anticipation and desire. Connor led Yunjin inside, their hands brushing against each other as they moved through the familiar space. With a shared glance, they both knew that the evening held the promise of intimacy and connection.

In the kitchen, Connor began to gather ingredients for their dinner, his movements deliberate yet infused with a sense of eagerness. Yunjin watched him with admiration, appreciating his culinary skills and the effort he was putting into their evening together.

As Connor started to prepare the meal, Yunjin moved closer, her presence a warm and comforting presence in the kitchen. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, interspersed with laughter and affectionate glances.

As the aroma of the cooking food filled the air, their shared anticipation grew, each moment imbued with a sense of intimacy and connection. And as they sat down to enjoy the delicious meal together, their hearts were full, knowing that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

After dinner, Connor and Yunjin both got calls on their phone

"Come on Pick Up. Come on Pick up." Percival fretted as Chaewon mirrored his call and fretted with hers directed to Yunjin.

Thankfully Connor picks up,

"Oh thank God you two are safe. We have a situation." Percival says worried.

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whumpsoda · 4 months

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I love villian whumper brainwashing whumpee and forcing them to fight friends!

ME! TOO! It has to be one of my favorite tropes! This reminded me finally write it :D (I’ll probably end up doing a second part if I have the motivation)

Taglist- @softvampirewhump

cw: blood, violence, mind control

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Hero followed the splurts of blood trickle from Villain’s palm, each drop pooling together in a mess of gore on the piece of rubble he stood over. Sidekick wriggled under the grip of his other hand, lifted by unrelenting fingers seizing her curls.

“He- helplp, help, pl- please!” She wailed to him, blood oozing from her mouth.

Admittedly, Hero was fairly skeptical when he received the call that Villain was on a rampage through the city. Supervillain, sure, but Villain? There was simply no way.

The sly, harmless entertainment seeker who made a point to never put innocents in harms way? Who teamed up with the Heroes whenever his heart so desired? His schemes were annoying at best, and he was practically more friend than foe! Hero must have simply heard wrong.

Now, he felt like a fool.

Hero met Sidekick’s desperate gaze as he neared, one of her eyes purple and puffy, the other salty with tears. Smears of rich red covered her face, and her hooked nose was now sitting crooked and smashed. A bump of bone jutted out around the cap of her knee.

Each forward step Hero took was planned but unsteady, his boots gripping to shards of glass and freshly cracked rubble. His breaths were shaky and worn from rushing to get civilians to safety, and cut with every following movement.

Villain stayed standing rigid, watching the city as it actively burned. Like he was waiting.

“Ah-!” A swift gasp escaped Hero’s quivering lips as one unfortunate rock slipped, his leg buckling and jumping to another slab of concrete. He caught Villain twitch at the noise from the corner of his eye.

Villain swayed dramatically for a moment, before stiffly spinning back to face his foe. His spine stayed firm and straight as he swiveled, his movements brittle and wooden.

Hero swallowed, his throat bobbing. He was well acquainted with Villain’s body language, the way he liked to gracefully dance about, feeding into his theatrical villain persona. All of his charm and charisma was now practically drained from his motions, creating an unsettling sight.

As Villain jerked around, Sidekick dragged across the rough terrain. Her outfit snagged on the rock and tore, allowing little cuts to form across her skin. She whimpered with each pull of her body over jagged debris.

Hero shot his arms to the sky, as a signal of safety and innocence. “H- hey, Villain.” He stammered. The other man simply stared with hollow, foggy eyes, keeping a tight grip on the woman writhing in pain. “It’s me man, Hero. I’m not here to hurt you.” In response Villain’s head dipped to the side, mimicking the behavior of a curious dog.

The hero studied him tensley, careful not to make a single sudden movement. His vision trailed along Villain’s blood stained suit- it strangely wasn’t his usual outfit- up to his sweat tainted, ragged hair. What caught Hero’s attention the most though, would have to have been the blocky, silver shining collar that sat around Villain’s neck.

After a beat, Villain’s lips began to part, shaky and uncertain. Sidekick continued to pull herself from his grasp, and Hero could tell as it weakened.

“H-he…” Villain spoke, voice cracking between each letter he struggled to say. “He- H- He…ro?” The sound was gurgled and rocky, unlike the butter smooth voice Hero was used too. Villain’s blank, empty expression softened, just a smidge.

“Y- yeah, man. It’s just me, ‘kay?” Hero nodded eagerly. “So why don’t you let go of Sidekick there, and we can figure the rest of this out?” He smiled, as soft and unthreatening as possible.

Villain took a moment, his brows furrowing, as if thinking over the suggestion. Before he could speak again, a neon green light surged on the front of the collar.

His upper half lurched forward, while his legs stayed straight and stuck in position. He roared a piercing, grating shriek, his face contorting in pain, as he carelessly let go of Sidekick, dropping her tattered body to the floor. The villain desperately grabbed at his hair with both hands, yanking on it as he let out strangled whines.

After a moment of shock washed over him, Hero took his chance, using all of his strength to start toward Sidekick. As Villain whimpered and pulled at his bloodied locks, Hero swiftly lifted his companion, holding her tightly in both arms.

He made a quick exit down the mountain of debris, before setting Sidekick to her feet. She wobbled for a second, before he directed her to a still intact alleyway. “I’ll be back to help you out in just a minute. Let me just take care of Villain, first.” He reassured.

He watched Sidekick limp away for a moment, each of her breaths hitching with the sting of her leg. Before he could redirect his attention to the matter at hand, his knees gave out, and he was forced to the ground.

Villain quickly made his way on top of the other man, instead now clutching at Hero’s hair. “He- Hero! Hero’s, Hero’s bad!” He screamed into Hero’s face, spittle landing on his supple cheeks. With every furious tug, he screeched another word. “Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad, bad, bad!”

“Villain! Villain, s- stop! Villain!” Hero shoved and jabbed at Villain frantically, not wanting to hurt him, and yet he couldn't get the other man to let go. Villain howled hysterically like a crazed animal, foamy saliva collecting at the edges of his mouth.

“Bad! Bad! Bad!” He repeated, and with each repetition the green glowed brighter around his neck. Every wrench of his arms Hero’s scalp burned harder, and distressed tears mixed with beads of sweat on his face. He hit and kicked wildly, his back arching in a mountain of pain.

“Villain, Villain!” Villain’s expression contorted savagely, an intense rage Hero had never before witnessed. With another slap to the face he released Hero’s hair, opting instead to grip at the man’s thick neck.

He twisted Hero’s flesh with an iron grip, still babbling the same word until he’d lost all coherency. Gasping for air, Hero clawed at his determined fingers, scraping and scratching to no avail. “S- sto- stop!”

Villain picked him up by the throat, then bashed him into the rock below. Once, twice, then a third, Hero couldn’t tell if the back of his head had already been pounded to mush. For all he knew Sidekick’s shouting could’ve just been a trick of the imagination.

His brain spun madly, and his vision was so fuzzy he could only clearly make out the vibrant ray of green that reflected across his face.

Just as his body went limp, losing consciousness and oxygen, Villain’s hold finally released. Hero’s head hit the rubble with yet another thud, his ears ringing with intensity. With the last of his strength he loudly gasped for air, coughing and hacking wildly.

At the click of a button Villain’s muscles had fallen weak as well, his arms resting at his sides and his head lolling back. His lips clamped shut, completely silent, and any and all emotion drained from his expression.

Hero’s chest heaved with every twitchy breath as he faded to the back of his mind, his lids descending to a close. A distant purr of nearing, delighted laughter buzzed through one ear and out the other, and he could do nothing but watch as Supervillain’s perfectly polished, blood stained boot entered his muddled vision.

#asks :)#my writing #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #mind control whump #brainwashing #hero x villain #Villain whumpee #supervillain whumper #writing drabble

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earthtoharlow · 11 months

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Teach Me

Here’s the first fic that’s part of my one year anniversary celebration, where there's a new fic every tuesday!

January

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“Daddy, you made my bun lopsided!”

All Jack could do was sigh and redo his daughter’s hair again. They were going to be late if they kept this up. It was January, and it was the first day of school from winter break.

“Ok, Jayla, is this better?” Jack watched as she turned in her seat on top of the bathroom counter. He couldn’t help but smile at the expression on her face as she tapped her pointer finger to her chin as she inspected her hair. “A LOT BETTER!”

“Thank god!” Jack said as he lifted her off the counter. If they didn’t leave in the next 5 minutes, she was going to be late. “Ok, soldier, I need you to go put on your shoes and wait for daddy at the door.”

Jayla stood at attention “Sir, yes sir!” She saluted him before taking off down the hall and towards her room. Moments later Jack hears her feet running back towards him, Jayla popped her head back into the bathroom “Thank you for doing my hair, daddy!”

“You’re welcome, mamas.”

The drive to school was pretty quiet other than the sounds of Jayla playing with her Bratz dolls in the backseat. Jack heard the little girl let out a deep dramatic sigh as he pulled into the school parking lot. He ignored the sigh as he got out the car to open her door, knowing what was coming next.

As he opened the door, Jayla sighed again but louder.

“Daddy…” Jayla said in almost a whine

“Yes, mamas.” Jack said while still unbuckling her out of her seat.

“Can I miss one day of school please?!” Jack had to give it to her, the puppy dog eyes were top notch. But he knew better than to give in. “You can’t, Jay. We’ve talked about this.”

Out of the car now, Jayla stomped her foot on the pavement and crossed her arms. “Why do you get to stay home all day and I can’t?!” She exclaimed looking up at him with her hands now on her hips. Jack bent down to her eye level.

“I’m at home working—“

“I can work from home too!”

All Jack could do was drop his head in a sigh, wishing her mother was here for moments like this.

“There’s things teachers can teach you that daddy can’t. It’s only for a couple hours.” Jack watched as Jayla continued to pout in front of him.

“And remember how excited you were when you found out you were getting a new teacher!” Jayla’s eyes widened in excitement.

“Yeah! Because Miss Brown had a baby!” She exclaimed

“Exactly, so if you don’t go you’ll miss out on the chance to meet her!”

Jayla starts bouncing on her toes before grabbing Jack’s hand and starts dragging him towards the entrance of the school.

“C’mon, slow poke!”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at that as he followed behind her.

JACKHARLOW

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urbanwyatt: took you long enough

user: Jack come out of retirement

user: does anyone know why he doesn’t make music anymore

user: ok you ate

user: sooo cute

user: this nice and all but dude we haven’t heard new music from you in years

“Jack, you sure you don’t want to hold on to this track, it's fire!” His long-time engineer, Nickie Jon asked him.

Jack just shook his head. He was happy with being a ghostwriter. Less pressure.

“But, Jack—“ the sound of Jack’s phone ringing interrupted whatever Nickie was going to say next. Jack breathed a sigh of relief before pulling his phone out his pocket.

Bloom Elementary School

Jack immediately answered the phone.

“Hello?” Jack said as he started grabbing his things. The school has never called him. Not even once.

“Hello. Mr. Harlow. I’m Miss Love, Jayla’s first grade teacher.”

Jack knew who she was, well kinda. The school was always sending daily emails. Reminders on how Jayla was doing, upcoming PTA meetings etc. So he remembers the email about Jayla’s class getting a new teacher after winter break. Back when Jack was in the public eye, he was more involved with the school since he was an alumni. The last few years Jack didn’t do many public appearances at the school, but would still anonymously donate money. He couldn’t stand the stares and whispers and people feeling sorry for him.

“Is everything alright?” Jack asked in a slight panic. His hand was already on the doorknob ready to leave. He was getting flashbacks to four years ago when his life changed drastically.

“She’s fine, I promise.”

Jack felt like a weight had been lifted as he released the breath he was holding. “Fuck, you scared the shit outta me.”

“Mr. Harlow.” She practically scolded him over the phone.

“Sorry, sorry! You just scared me, that's all.” Jack ran his hand through his already curls. Jack leaned against the door of his home studio. He felt like he needed to pick his heart up from the ground.

“No I’m sorry, I really should’ve opened with something better.” Miss Love said, sounding apologetic.

“It’s okay, how can I help you, Miss Love?”

“I was wondering if I could have a meeting with you after school? Jayla got into an altercation at school during recess.”

“Uh what? Jayla got in a fight?” Jack questioned. That did not sound like his child.

He listened as Miss Love cleared her throat before speaking again which made Jack stand up straighter. Yeah, Jayla was a tad bit sassy, and could be a chatter box but she had never gotten into any sort of trouble at school. She was very kind and was always nice to everyone around her. He couldn’t imagine her getting into a fight.

“She pushed another classmate at the playground, and while it wasn’t unwarranted I want to try to avoid this happening again in the future.”

Jack took a hand and rubbed his temples. “Yeah, of course. Can we talk today, after school?”

“Sounds good, see you soon Mr. Harlow.”

“Thanks for calling, Miss Love.”

When Jack was younger he always dreamed of settling down In Louisville and having kids with the person he loved.

Jack met Jayla’s mother, Alyssa backstage at one of his concerts and it was love at first sight. They dated for a couple years before she ended up pregnant. They were only 22 years old, one of his first hits WHATS POPPIN was topping the charts. They say the best moments in life are completely unexpected. While they were scared of bringing a baby into the world when they were both so busy, they couldn’t be happier.

The first couple months after Jayla was born were tough. With Jack’s schedule getting busier and busier and her Alyssa going through postpartum, the two spent many nights staying awake and crying together.

Jack’s parents tried to help out the best she could but while Jack and Alyssa were grateful for all the help they didn’t want to be so dependent on them.

Thankfully, things did get easier for them and they were on track to raising a beautiful and wonderful baby girl. If you had told Jack back then that years later he would unexpectedly become a single father, he would have laughed in your face.

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Being a teacher wasn’t always on Ariel Love’s vision board. She had dreams of becoming a writer. It wasn’t until she was offered a student teacher position in college that she fell in love with teaching. That's where she found out that working with kids was the most fun and rewarding job ever.

Ariel was born in Kentucky but moved to DC when she was only a little girl. It wasn’t till her principal at her old school presented her with a job opportunity to teach first grade back in Kentucky that she decided to move. During her interview with Bloom Elementary, they loved her background in writing and her work experience that they decided to hire her.

She has never taught her own class before, having always been a teacher’s assistant. That being said, she was very excited for her first day.

She had no idea that she was going to have to call home to one of her kids on her very first day. Miss Brown, the class's former teacher, had left notes on her kids so that she knew what she was working with. Ariel was shocked when she had to stop Jayla Harlow from hurting another child, Miss Brown only had positive things to say about her.

Even now it was hard to believe that the little girl who was sitting at her desk coloring had almost got in a fight today.

After the situation at recess, Ariel had heard whispers about Jayla’s father. Apparently, he used to be some super hot big time rapper before he suddenly retired and fell off the face of the earth. None of the whispers could prepare her for when he walked into her classroom. Walking in wearing a gray new balance tracksuit with new balance to match. A gold KY chain dangled around his neck and it looked identical to the one Jayla was wearing today. He had a beautiful set of bright blue eyes, with a scruffy beard and a head full of messy curls that looked like he was constantly running his fingers through.

Their eyes met for a second before he walked over to Jayla’s desk to greet her. Ariel watched as he pulled Jayla into his chest for an embrace and placed a kiss on her forehead. She couldn’t hear what he whispered in her ear but she could hear Jayla’s silent reply “okay, daddy.” Before quietly plopping back down in her seat.

Ariel stood from her seat as Mr. Harlow walked towards her. “Thank you for stopping by, Mr Harlow.” She said as she extended her hand for him to shake, and immediately noticed there was no ring on his finger. She felt her face get warm as his large hand grabbed hers.

“Uh, please call me Jack. I’m not even thirty yet so Mr. Harlow makes me feel old.”

“Ok, Jack. And since we’re going to be on a first name basis, you can call me Ariel.”

“Ariel,” he said slowly. “Like the mermaid?”

She could help but laugh at that. “Yes, exactly like the mermaid.”

She then motioned towards the seat in front of her desk. “Please, have a seat.”

“First, I just wanted to apologize for this morning. Definitely didn’t mean to scare you with the call.” Ariel began to ramble.

Jack just shook his head and waved away her apology. “It’s alright, I promise.”

“You said on the phone that she pushed someone?”

Ariel sat up straighter at her desk. “Yes. While I’ve only been Jayla’s teacher for about…” she looked down at her watch “five hours now, I can already tell she’s a wonderful student. Miss Brown only had the best things to say about her. One of our classmates was bothering a little girl from the kindergarten class, she did use her words before pushing the child. I’ve spoken to both of their parents about the situation as well."

“It won’t happen again, I’ve always taught her to keep her hands to herself. Right, Jayla?” Jack said before turning around and giving his daughter a stern look.

Jayla lifted her head up at the call of her name. “Right, but daddy they were being mean to Nova…so I’m not that sorry! ” Jayla exclaimed

Jack immediately turned back towards Ariel. “The student was Nova Wyatt?”

While she wasn’t supposed to give out this information, she figured that there was no point in lying to him.

“Yes, I assume you know her?”

“Yeah, I’m her godfather, and Nova’s dad is Jayla’s”

Jack sighed and placed his head in hands for a moment. He then lifted his head to speak again. “Shit, I’m sorry. Is there going to be any disciplinary actions for Jayla?” He asked before taking a look at Jayla before looking at Ariel once more.

Ariel narrowed her eyes at him for cursing again before shaking her head no. “Between me and you, Jayla was really upset about the situation. She immediately understood what she did was wrong. She’s not a bad kid, just protective over the people she loves.”

She watched as Jack nodded and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I really appreciate it, is that all?” He asked as he went to stand.

Ariel nodded and grabbed a purple sticky note and wrote her number down. “As you know, I of course have your number because it’s in Jayla’s file but I wanted to give you mine.” She handed Jack her number and tried to ignore the small spark she felt when his fingers grazed hers as he took the slip

“My line is always open. You can ask me anything pertaining Jayla or about school events coming up. I can even send you little updates about her throughout the day.”

Jack smiled while looking at the note, loving the way she dotted her i’s with hearts. “Thanks, I’ll definitely reach out about school related things. I would love updates about Jayla, I miss her during the day.”

“You can even text me even if it’s not about school events.” Ariel blurted out, jesus first day of teaching and she’s already making a fool out of herself in front of a parent. At least this one is cute.

Jack could tell she was embarrassed but there was no reason too because he was planning on doing that anyway. “Hm, I think I will.” He told her with a smirk on his face.

Ariel’s face warmed at that. “I think that’s all. You and Jayla are free to go.”

She watched as Jack grabbed Jayla’s Bratz backpack and swung it over his shoulders as they walked towards the door.

“BYE, Miss, Love! See you tomorrow. I won’t push anyone tomorrow, I promise!” Jayla told her with a wave

She tried to hold in her laughter. “Bye, Jayla! We’ll have a better day tomorrow, I’m sure.” She gave the two one last wave before tending to the paperwork on her desk.

Ariel could help but smile huge at the exchange she heard outside her door.

“Daddy, were you flirting with Miss Love?”

“Will you quiet down?”

there was a beat of silence.

“well…were you?”

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arteastica · 6 months

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early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (14)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 3.6k

“He absolutely despises me.” Hitch took a sip from the generously sized mug you had brought for her when she had appeared at your front door earlier that afternoon. She then pulled your favorite childhood blanket over her knees before proceeding to wear an amused expression that, much to your confusion, completely contradicted the story she was telling. “I would love to say such hate is unfounded but…”

“What did you do?” You eyed her suspiciously, the corners of your mouth already curving up in preparation for the inevitable burst of laughter that always followed your friend’s stories.

“Well, you need some context first. This man. He is a creep. And by creep, I mean his soldier is always standing. Even when it doesn’t have a reason to.”

“Quite alarming indeed. Especially if he’s your superior.” Your nose crinkled in disgust. You couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable it would be to work under someone like that.

“Right? And also for the sake of context, I feel you should know that he has a god complex. He even told some of the girls that he has royal blood and that, get this, was supposed to be a prince! Ha! As if!” She rolled her eyes in disbelief before continuing with her story. “Anyway, he’s always following the girls around like a dog, not me though, because in case I haven’t made it clear by now, he doesn’t like me. Luckily.” She raised a finger to emphasize. “And if you are a boy, or me for that matter, you can be damn sure that he will find the most unpleasant and annoying activity and immediately task you with it.” She smirked and her face reminded you of a high schooler who was about to brag about their grades. “He already disliked me before the night of the ball, but after it, oh I made it to the top of his list!”

You nodded, leaning forward, eager to listen to what was coming next. You knew you were about to get to the part of the story where the Hitch in her name was going to show.

“So, everybody who had been working that night was on the verge of a mental collapse and couldn’t wait to go home and have it in private. We were waiting for the last guests to leave and when they finally did I went to him, my superior, who was talking with a wealthy looking grandpa and, what I hope was his daughter, to inform him that all the guests had left.” Hitch decided to take a sip of her chocolate, and you couldn’t help but feel that it had been solely with the intent of creating anticipation, and not exactly because she was thirsty, but you had to admit it was working. “He saw I was exhausted, so naturally, like any good boss would, he told me I could go home…” She brought the mug to her lips again, but you widened your eyes at her, so she decided to complete her idea instead. “After I made sure the toilets were spotless.” You looked back at her with a pained expression that completely contrasted the proud grin that, for some reason, was crossing your friend’s face. “The stupid smirk he had on his stupid face told me he was expecting me to complain, but let me tell you, he couldn’t have been more wrong. Because instead, I accepted my fate with grace and walked away after leaving some equally graceful words behind: Yes, your hardness.”

You opened your mouth wide, stomach already tensing up in anticipation of the good laugh you were about to get, but before that, you needed to ask one more question. And, as if guessing what it would be, Hitch nodded. “Yes, the shape was clearly visible through his pants. You had to see his face. It was an unforgettable evening, indeed.”

A pleasant warmth filled your chest the same way your laughter filled the room. You looked at Hitch through teary eyes and realized how much you had missed your friend. You couldn’t complain about life back at the base, but you really craved moments like this, with her, moments that had been part of your night routine during the three full years you had spent as roommates.

After the laughter died down and you were able to speak again, you asked: “But like, how come you are still alive after that?”

“Well, as you may imagine, things would most definitely get terrible after such an incident. But I can’t confirm that, because I didn’t stay to find out. The next morning, I went to Commander Nile and begged him to transfer me to another unit.”

“And? Did he?”

“Yes, but I had to write like ten formal requests and practically get down on my knees before he even started to consider it. Because the thing about Commander Nile is that he is also insufferable, only that he does it in a different way.” As you listened to Hitch complain about her superiors, your heart started to take distracting leaps inside your chest, and you did your best to fight back the smile that threatened to spread across your face at the thought of your own boss and how good he was to you. He was good. So good.

“He’s moody and annoying, but at least he’s respectful, professional, and most importantly, isn’t trying to sleep with everyone. Oh my goodness. Not me complimenting Commander Nile.” She crinkled her nose in disgust. “Anyway, that doesn’t change the fact that he’s moody all the time, and permanently has the face of someone who hasn’t been able to poop in years. At first, I thought it was because he wasn’t getting any, but then!” She raised her voice, suddenly and unnecessarily, and in an equally dramatic fashion, raised both index fingers as if asking you to pay close attention. “The other day his wife walked into the headquarters, and imagine the way my jaw dropped to the literal pits of hell when I saw her.” You shuffled in your end of the couch, making yourself more comfortable. Other people’s business was your favorite literary genre. “Not only because Commander Nile pulled a one-eighty, completely transforming himself from insufferable boss to soft-eyed husband in a matter of seconds, but also because his wife is the complete opposite of him.” Her eyes widened, and even though you weren’t too fond of the annoying cliffhangers she deliberately sprinkled here and there in between sentences, you loved how expressive she was. It was all part of her incredible storyteller skills.

“What does she look like?” You sipped from your mug. The chocolate, nice and warm, and just as sweet as you liked it.

“A goddess. Gorgeous doesn’t even begin to describe her. Beautiful falls short. Stunning doesn’t do her justice.” She explained, very dramatically. “Okay maybe I’m exaggerating but she does look good. Lush strands of gold falling to her hips, swaying synchronously with them as she gracefully makes her way to wherever she has decided to charm with her presence next. It’s important for you to know that she doesn’t just walk, she makes her way gracefully.” You knew what she meant, you had come across that type of people before. The holders of the type of grace that couldn’t be learned, borrowed, or created from experience. And you suddenly remembered the title of a book the commander kept in his office: ‘Walking artwork. Talking poetry.’ The name had stuck with you for some reason, maybe you would borrow it from him one of these days. “Eyes bluer than the summer sky, porcelain skin that reminded me of that expensive doll I spent half my childhood begging my mom to buy for me.”

“Are you sure you aren’t in love with your boss’ wife?” You joked, as a part of you wondered what it would feel like to be so attractive and unforgettable that people would spend so many words attempting to describe your beauty.

“Actually, I’m not sure. Because on top of elegance and good looks, she also has manners and good personality. She smiled and greeted everyone she passed by. And it wasn’t one of those fake smiles you put on just to show your perfect teeth, you know. She’s genuinely charming, and most importantly, smells good.”

“You’re right. Smelling good is what it all comes down to in the end.” You agreed, smiling to yourself at the thought of a very distinctive, musky scent you had grown quite addicted to.

“I don’t understand how someone like her ended up marrying my boss. She could have married anyone she wanted. In fact…” She smirked in a way that successfully reminded you of good old classroom gossip. “Did you know she was this close to marrying your boss?”

You held the mug against your lips, fingers completely freezing around the warm ceramic, unresponsive hands forcing you to taste the liquid that had strangely turned bitter all of a sudden. Sour, even.

“Oh yeah, I heard it from my senior.” Hitch explained, completely misreading your reaction, wearing an amused expression, as she continued to provide gossip that, at any other point in your life, you would have found juicy. She had no way of knowing the silent commotion that piece of information was actually stirring inside you. “Apparently, they used to be close friends back in the day, all three of them. Both, your boss and mine, were completely smitten with her.” You realized your chocolate had gotten unpleasantly tepid as well. “But she ended up choosing mine instead. I wonder if she regrets her decision. Because I would sure as hell do. I mean look at your boss. He’s aging like fine wine, and then look at mine.” She made a face that, under any other circumstances, you would have found funny, maybe next time, when your heart stopped acting like a lemon, a very bitter one, being squeezed for lemonade, and your chocolate, like you hadn’t sweetened it yourself. “But maybe I’m biased, since it’s mandatory for everyone to hate their boss. You know, rule of thumb, law of nature, common sense. Which reminds me, how’s life working under the infamous Erwin Smith? Is he as insufferable as your average boss or worse?” She asked, bringing the mug to her lips.

“We slept together.”

“Sorry?” You didn’t know if she was double-checking because she didn’t believe her ears, or because she didn’t actually hear you, as you had purposely lowered your voice in fear your mother would catch this part of the conversation.

“I slept with the commander.”

“You fucked Erwin Smith?!” She shouted, effectively choking on the sip she had just taken.

“Yes, but please don’t announce it to everyone. I don’t want Mother to think that’s the only thing I’m doing there. Even though I wish it was.” You added, unable to stop your teeth from biting your bottom lip, as the rest of your body reminisced about that night.

“Okay but, I knew it!” She then said, now whispering.

“What do you mean you knew it?”

“I saw the way you look at him. At the ball. I instantly knew those eyes were looking for, you know, a little bedroom activity.” She glanced at the ceiling as if it was a cabinet filled with her memories, and the wood beams, files she was passing a finger over. “And then I saw you guys leaving together, and I thought to myself: there is no way he isn’t going to rip that dress off her later.”

“I really wanted him to. But nothing happened that night.”

“But then when did it happen? And how? And wait, how old is he anyway? Isn’t he like 15 years older than you?”

“Not that much. I mean, I don’t really know, but-”

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter. I’m just asking because, you know the difference in experience brings some very interesting topics to the table… like… tell me, was he any good? Goodness, that face says it all.” She leaned in closer, incredulity making her jaw hang slightly open, and curiosity, her eyes squint tightly.

“The commander’s performance was more than satisfying.” You said in a rather pretentious tone that matched the cheeky smile you were now wearing.

“thE cOmmAndEr’s pErFoRmAnCe wAs mOre thAn saTyiSfying.” Hitch threatened to throw your own pillow at you. “What the fuck does that even mean? I’ll need you to elaborate further, miss. I’m not going back home until you answer all my questions, and I have lots.”

“It means it was fucking perfect. He’s- He’s so-”

“Big?”

You nodded, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

“It wouldn’t make sense any other way, would it? After all, it takes massive balls to lead a suicide squad. And it takes a rough, unforgiving, sturdy, aggressive, and unbelievably tough man to carry them.” She concluded, lips curving up in a complicit smirk.

“But he’s, you know, so gentle. And warm. And I- I just-” You realized you didn’t know how the sentence was supposed to end. It was all so hazy and misty inside your head, but in a dazzling way. The haze was silky, hypnotizing even, and the mist smelled good. So good. It smelled like-

“Shit…”

“No! Wait, what?” Hitch’s sudden, and rather random, intervention cut through the haze, dissipating it.

“Do you love him?” She asked, now leaning backwards as if trying to gain a new perspective, fingers stroking her chin as if trying to come to a conclusion. She reminded you of a critic trying to decide what to think about a painting.

“What? I-” You realized the dazzling haze was now turning into a confusing fog.

“You love him.” Hitch’s words lacked the intonation of a question and the vacillation of a suggestion. They sounded like a conclusion. A confident one.

“Wait wait wait wait- That’s a big word. Isn’t it… isn’t it a little too early to be throwing it out there?” When the question left your mouth, you realized it had been directed more at you than at Hitch.

“I don’t know, you tell me. I don’t have much to work with, woman. You have barely provided me with any information. I literally have no context at all, other than he has a massive dick, and, apparently, knows how to use it.” You snorted, mostly out of courtesy to your friend. It was the type of laugh brains automatically play for the sake of avoiding awkwardness, when they are busy processing something else. “I can only tell you what I think based on what I see now, in front of me, sparkling in your eyes, seeping through that huge ass smile you’re wearing.” She gestured with her hand and tried to mirror your expression, as if to make you understand what she was seeing. “What I see escaping through the gaps left by the words you are purposely omitting from your sentences. The parts that, for whatever reason, you are not telling me.” You made a pained expression, starting to feel slightly under fire. “And based on all the aforementioned, I think it’s safe to say my friend is deep into her boss’ shit. Just as deep as he has been burying himself into her all these nights.”

You rolled your eyes. “It has only happened once.”

“All the more telling! It means it only took one taste of his dick to fall in love with him.”

“I didn’t even do that. It was not like… that, you know. I told you he was very sweet.” One thing was to think about it, but to reminisce out loud about him and all the things he had made you feel that night, came with a whole different set of sensations. You were sure your stomach would burst anytime now, simultaneously freeing all the butterflies along with all your secrets. The ones you seemed to be keeping, even from yourself.

Hitch sighed and glanced at the ceiling for the hundredth time that afternoon. It looked as if the more you spoke, the more you proved her point. “Sweet, gentle, warm… Woman, in my experience, when you start talking about a man and his dick like that, you’re already far gone.”

“Am I?” You tried to read yourself, but in doing so, discovered that there was a reason our eyes could see virtually anything but our own face. Before this conversation, it was attraction. You had never questioned the label you had attached to the feelings you had for the commander. But now, now the question was poking at you, and there was something that made you feel uncomfortable and uneasy about changing such label. It was the kind of anxiety you imagined would be felt when walking close to the edge of something, so close to falling, not knowing how high the fall would be, or how long it would last.

You heard a sigh coming out of your mouth. “Hitch. I honestly don’t know. What am I even expecting? Doing? What’s going to happen now?”

“Hey, hey, hey.” She lowered her head so she could be eye level with you, because yours was now staring down at your own lap, admitting some sort of defeat. “It’s okay if you don’t know what you’re feeling. Heck, it’s okay if you love him, as well, there’s no fault in that. He’s not married. Loving him is not punishable by law. And it’s not a mistake either.” She placed a reassuring hand on your knee. “You can’t control any of that shit anyway. It all just happens. Inside, you know. And, as for what’s going to happen? You just keep riding him like a stallion, and sucking him like a good old popsicle.”

You snorted, either your friend’s words or her warm, supportive hand lightening some of the tightness trapped inside your chest. “I haven’t done any of that yet.”

“Oh, I bet you must be counting down the days to go back to work then, unlike the rest of us who are not having heated, toe-curling desk sex with our boss.”

That’s what you thought you would spend the winter holidays doing: happily reminiscing about such heated toe-curling sex until you were able to have it again. But you should have known better than expecting that from your busy, overthinking mind. As you lied in your childhood bed that night, hours after Hitch had left, you tried to think about the commander, and whether he had enjoyed the little present you had prepared for him.

“I left something for you downstairs. It’s sweet and tangy. Can you guess what it is? Make sure to eat it while it’s still fresh. Happy holidays, Commander.” You remember smiling as you placed the small piece of paper beside the game of chess that have been left unfinished the previous night. You remember smiling as you tiptoed out of his room, stealing one last glance at his sleeping figure, before picking up your clothes and closing the door behind you.

But those warm memories must have frozen under the snowy winter night you were staring into, because instead, you found yourself reminiscing about the conversation from earlier. Did you love him? You decided you didn’t want to answer that now. You didn’t want to think about that now. Instead, you wanted to think about him. So you tried again.

What was he doing now? Probably sitting at his desk, working under the candle light. Had he eaten dinner? Probably not. It was so in character for him to skip it, to completely forget about it. If it wasn’t for you bringing it to his office, he would starve. Hitch would say you were acting like his wife. And for a moment you smiled at the thought. For a moment, until you felt a sudden sting in your chest.

So the Commander had been in love before. In love with Commander Nile’s wife. Even though it had probably been years since then, and you had no right to feel uncomfortable about his ex-lovers, you couldn’t help whatever emotions were trapped inside you from uncomfortably poking at your chest, demanding to be let out.

You couldn’t help your chest from stinging at the thought of him letting his hand get held by someone else’s, and his mind get filled with someone else’s smile, and his bed infused with someone else’s scent, and his heart cherished by someone else’s… love. You turned to the other side, and buried your face in your pillow, as if the cotton fibers could provide the oxygen your lungs needed. Did he get close to love with her? If so, how close? Did he miss her? How close had they been? How intimate had they gotten? Did he recall moments he spent with her? Did he sometimes write about them in those journals? In the journals, were there entries dedicated to her, to his feelings for her? Did he sometimes wonder what could’ve been? How badly had he hurt when she chose his friend instead? Was he still hurting?

You hated to be this type of person. But you couldn’t help it. It was all you knew. You pulled the covers all the way up to your chin, feeling colder than the back side of the pillow your face was still buried into. You wanted to fall asleep, either that or to go back to a point in time where this information was unknown to you. But there was something in the air. Something bitter and sour. And it was finding its way inside your lungs. Filling every inch of your body.

Why did you feel as if you had lost a race? As if you had come in second in a competition, a very important one. You didn’t want to know about all the women who had passed through his life, you didn’t want to because thinking about them made you ask a certain question you wanted to avoid answering: Were you also just passing through?

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mystic-insightss · 9 months

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Oooo hey gravity falls fan!

Do you have any headcanons about any characters? I would love to know!

i am in fact a gravity falls fan!! i don’t have much art for them up on here but i do have a good few drawings on my instagram!

i made a headcanons note maybe a year ago that i never actually shared anywhere, so here’s that :)

stanley pines

- aromantic

- pronouns: he/him

- hates french people (is it a joke? we don’t know)

- has periodic nightmares

- has adhd

- prefers dogs

- atheist. bc of the trauma

- very dangerous driver. in addition to breaking like every law ever he has horrible tunnel vision. very bad at paying attention to his surroundings and often spaces out on the most insignificant objects and ends up almost crashing (or actually crashing)

- like mabel, he used to always lose to stanford in logic based games like checkers and chess. unlike mabel, he always beat stanford at ping pong and feels very happy for himself for it. (part of this is because stanford’s motor skills as a child/teenager were awful.)

stanford pines

- gay asexual

- pronouns: he/him

- has periodic nightmares

- is autistic

- played piano as a child

- struggled with self-harm as a teenager

- forgets basic life functions (e.g. sleeping and eating)

- prefers cats

- ngl ford gives asthma vibes LMAO like my man has horrible lungs

- nervous breakdowns. fiddleford calms him down by taking ford’s wrists in his hands

- agnostic only because the idea of punching god in the face gives him catharsis. still celebrates jewish holidays with stan & the kids

- even worse driver than stan. somehow. every bit of unexpressed anger he has gets expressed when he drives. wants every other car on the road to drop off the face of the earth. unhinged man that then turns around and says “what. i’m not a bad driver.” during the portal years fiddleford demands control of the car during trips.

- yeah he gets bullied as a kid for his fingers but he also gets bullied for EVERY autistic trait/symptom/display he has. it’s true he told me so

fiddleford mcgucket (1982)

- biromantic heterosexual* (see footnote. please.)

- pronouns: any

- likes to grow plants - idea credit to the fic ‘not one to forget’ on ao3! read it if u haven’t, you will have no regrets

- prefers neither dogs nor cats, likes other random animals better (cough. raccoons. cough)

- has to remind stanford to perform his basic life functions

- my mcgucket backupsmore headcanon is that he was shooting for a scholarship (or something similar to what stanford was going for) for a slightly less prestigious school than WCT and then when he showed his project to the scout people and it like blew up and hit one of them in the face and so needless to say they did not accept him

- he hates being called stupid more than anything

- he has anxiety. and yes that’s also pre-and-during-portal-years. the guy is nervous about everything. he nervous stims. chews his nails pulls at his hair shaking hands and legs the whole deal

- he doesn’t really talk about it either. he marinates. he marinates and ford developed a sense for it

- raised christian, really not that into it. has more important things to do

mabel pines

- sexuality: pansexual, or omnisexual. haven’t made up my mind yet but she’s definitely mspec!

- pronouns: she/her

- is she cis or trans?? who knows i can’t decide

- absolutely was into loom bracelets when they were popular

- also silly bandz

- 5’8” when she’s grown up. dipper is 5’7”.

- she collects squishmallows and/or beanie babies. they all have names. they take up half of her bed.

i have like nothing for dipper besides the classic transhet headcanon & him being shorter than mabel 😭 mystery trio phase hit me real hard ok

* don’t use this post for discourse. “bUt ThE SpLiT aTtRaCtIOn mOdEL iS onLy FoR aSpEc PeOpLe” too bad. i’m aroace and i say it’s *fine* who *cares*

#this was v fun to do i haven’t thought about gravity falls in a while #thanks for the ask <3 #gravity falls #ask #stanley pines #stanford pines #stan pines #ford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #mabel pines #dipper pines #gravity falls headcanons #gravity falls hc #headcanon #hc

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hii!! i saw what you wrote for a punk!reader n i loved it sm n i wanted to be a little self-indulgent too lol

marvel men with a coquette reader? like pale pinks, pearls, florals, ballet slippers, that type of aesthetic? <3

pintrest has some rlly pretty pictures if u don’t know what it is exactly!

Author : "A little explanation here. Your outfit is composed of an umbrella that is indestructible and allows you to fly. You are basically Mary Poppins but with a lot more pink and pearls. I liked the idea, so I went with it. Hope you'll like it. 😂"

Sam :

"Can we go shopping ?", you asked and Sam gave you the best poker face he could muster before stating in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Did you look at the state of my bank account ? I'm broke. More than broke. I think I'm gonna stick to my old sweaters and cargo pants if you don't mind ?"

You huffed loudly in annoyance before walking away, clearly upset and Sam arched an eyebrow at you as you came back with your own credit card in hand.

"I'm buying."

You stated with a little mischievous smirk—leaving no room for discussion—and he knew he should have refused here and there but..There was always something about you that made him break. He just couldn’t refuse you anything when you looked at him like that, little puppy dog eyes. He finally nodded in agreement before you took his hands and pulled him up.

"Come on ! It’s going to be fun !"

He doubted that.

And, he was right.

The first shop you both ended up in was full of pearls, glitter and a lot of pink—A LOT.

He looked around and felt out of place, surrounded by so many bright colours and different materials that he knew he was never going to remember the name..And, here he was. A soldier in a dollhouse.

But, amongst all that, he saw your face and you looked so happy that he couldn’t help but crack a smile as well. Your face lit up as you started scampering from dress to dress and ballet slippers to heart-shaped pins.

He may only be a soldier, but a little pink princess had decided to jogtrot into his life unexpectedly and for some reason ? He couldn’t find any will in him to complain anymore.

…until he saw the price tags.

"Oh Hell nah ! I’m not paying for that !"

You pouted and was about to remind him that you were going to pay for it, but decided against it as an idea sprung into your mind.

You leaned forward and batted your eyelashes at him with a small begging look.

"Pllllleeeeeeaaaasssseeee ?"

He stayed silent and stoic for a moment before finally indulging and getting his money out with a sigh.

"Fine..But, it is the last time !"

You giggled a little to yourself, now convinced about your hold on the soldier as you stood back straight and nodded with a small knowing smile.

"Sure !"

You then made sure he was out of the store before turning towards the vendor and taking out your own cash and sliding it to her on the counter.

"Could you please give me back the money he just gave you ? I'll pay for it."

You said you would pay after all..Also, you wouldn't want him to pay for a gift you chose for him now, would you ?

You giggled absent-mindedly to yourself before taking the shopping bag and following him outside.

He had no idea what you had in store for him..

Scott :

Scott actually asked you for "girl advice" concerning Cassie, since you like everything pink and pretty. He brought you to a shop and you spent the day shopping, looking at everything until you both decided to buy her a rabbit plush.

However, once you were at Cassie's party, she didn't have the reaction you expected.

"He's so ugly.."

You frowned a little and thought she didn't like the gift, but Scott elbowed you and whispered.

"Watch what happens next.."

You didn't understand until Cassie’s expression lit up and she started to bounce up and down excitedly.

"I LOVE HIM ! THANK YOU SO MUCH !"

Both you and Scott couldn't help but burst out laughing as she ran to show her new friend to her classmates.

"So..She liked it ?", you asked, still unsure, and turned towards Scott who smiled reassuringly at you and nodded.

"Don't be surprised. My girl has 50% of my DNA in her. She was destined to have bad taste."

You arched an eyebrow at his words before looking at yourself up and down significantly.

"Do I look like "bad taste" to you ? I'm 100% best girlfriend you'll ever get. Thank you very much."

Your high-pitched tone only fuelled his urge to laugh as he bit his lips together in order not to as you curtsied comically.

"Yes yes..I am very funny."

However, your little show was interrupted by a group of kids, led by Cassie, who surrounded you and had their mouths agape in awe at you. One of them even asked you if you were a fairy and you laughed as Cassie lead you to a little pink table in the middle of the room.

"Tea party ?", Cassie asked with a big smile and you couldn't possibly refuse. Scott he was out of the hook, but she then turned towards her dad who was hiding his smile behind his hand.

"You too, dad !"

His smile immediately fell and you were now the one with a big smile of your face.

"Yeah. Join us too, "dad"."

He glared at you, but couldn't do anything but indulge.

"Fine.."

However, his eyes caught your amused smile and he shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he was led after you to the small kid-sized table. He was then given a small cup of imaginary tea and while you looked like you were actually enjoying it, Scott pretended it was too hot and grimaced.

They all laughed and you addressed him an amused smile while grabbing his hand underneath the table and squeezing it affectionately.

You loved this, and he knew that being with you would change his life forever. (His apartment would turn into a dollhouse)

And for some reason ? He wouldn’t have it any other way. You smiled at each other as Cassie looked at the both of you and grinned widely at her rabbit plush.

"You and I are gonna have a new mommy, isn't that good news, M. Carrots ?"

Loki/Thor :

"WOUHOU ! Faster !"

Loki and Thor both laughed as you stood ahead, your hair blown wildly by the wind and your eyes wide open in wonder at the majesty as the Asgardian kingdom.

"Your wish is my command."

Thor indulged and Loki smiled at his brother.

"I like this one.."

You opened your arms wide and howled widely as you felt the wind blow all around you and strands of your hair whip your face. It felt incredible and the brothers got the occasion to smell your intoxicating cherry perfume in the meantime. They then instinctively looked at each other in silent challenge and Loki smiled mischievously before looking at you and complimenting you.

"You look divine, dear..This style suits you."

You blushed and smiled widely at the compliment before thanking him. However, Thor suddenly stepped between the both of you and coughed to get your attention.

"I..I also think you look..Hum..You see..You look like a..a…A BIRD !"

You laughed awkwardly at the strange comparison and were about to thank him too when he suddenly took you into his arms as a gigantic bird flew just above your heads. You then understood that he was warning you about it and felt silly, but also rather comfortable and safe in his big strong arms..

"Ahem.."

You then both seemed to remember Loki and quickly stepped away from each other.

You took back your place at the head of the ship and then stood up on the edge. Both gods looked at each other, confused until you turned around and addressed them a huge smile, extending your arms wide before shouting.

"See you later, boys !"

You then let yourself fall backwards and it took a moment for the gods to get out of their stupor and run after you to catch you. However, they were surprised when you flew up, pushed by the wind making you fly by blowing air in your umbrella and propulsating you upwards through the air.

"Let's race !"

You shouted excitedly as the wind blew you forward, leading you ahead of the ship and Loki smirked before running back to the steering wheel and driving the boat faster as Thor fell backwards.

Challenge accepted.

Both brothers grew up in Asgard where fashion was really important and each god was assigned specific colors in relation with their social status and personal tastes.

You, being dressed in pink all the time or loving pearls is not surprising to them. Loki is always dressed in green and Thor loves gold.

Believe me, they would be last ones bothered or even surprised by it.

Stephen :

Stephen didn't really know what to think of you at first. You didn't look like any hero he knew and when you were added to the Avengers, he didn't know what to make of it.

He was happy that the team had a new member, but when the two of you were alone on a mission..Things could get out of control.

Stephen : "Wait Y/N ! We need to have a plan ! You can't just fly into danger !"

However, you ignored his advice and only went faster. You laughed as you could head Stephen running behind you and turned towards him with a cheeky grin.

"Where would be the fun in that ?"

He rolled his eyes before flying after you and grabbed your wrist. You rolled your eyes and were prepared to receive a whole speech about listening to him and staying alive, but was surprised when you felt the doctor shake and he pleaded.

"Please. Be careful.."

Your expression softened as you slowed down to check on Stephen. You knew he could see all the future possibilities and it lead him to worry a lot about you, but this was where you came in. He needed a wild card, someone unpredictable that made him see that nothing is written in stone.

However, you also knew it made him fear for your life and tried not to push him too far. You smiled and kissed his cheek, which made him snap his head up at you in surprise.

"When am I not careful ?"

You smiled and he smiled back at you. However, he didn't expect you to suddenly open your pink umbrella and flying away. You didn't think twice before jumping in the air and running towards danger. He sighed tiredly. He should have known..However, he didn't count on Wong creeping up on him from behind and laughing loudly next to him, almost giving him a heart attack.

"You're made for each other.."

He frowned at Wong's words and looked up at you before shaking his head at the absurd idea.

"I beg you pardon ? Absolutely not."

Wong laughed again before running after you while Stephen stayed behind a moment, pondering on Wong's words. Could he really like you ? Was that the reason he was so worried about you ? He finally sighed before flying after you, convinced you would be the end of him..

Stephen never really cared about how you dressed, but more how you acted without consulting him first.

It could become a problem on missions such as this one.

But, watching you laugh while fighting a/an alien/god/monster, he couldn't help but smile too.

You were maybe a big pink disaster, but he loved you nonetheless and it made his days somehow brighter.

Yondu :

"What's your name ?"

Yondu asked after he landed on Earth where was rumored to be the last (your species) and soon enough, found you sitting in the middle of a park, waiting.

"Mary Poppins.", you answered with no hesitation and smiled to yourself at your own joke.

You didn’t want to give them your real name and decided to give them this one instead, expecting them to believe it as they couldn’t possibly know who it was. You had a small smile on your face, twirling the handle of your pink umbrella and waiting for them to go back in their ship so you could keep pickpocketing around. However, you weren’t expecting the leader’s reaction as he smiled widely and looked you up and down before turning towards the rest of his crew. They all seemed to understand the reason of his amusement as they all started laughing or giving you a side smile.

"So..You're the famous Mary Poppins, huh ?", the leader finally turned back to you and you realised you may have made a mistake somewhere..but, it was too late to backtrack now.

"Yup.", you confirmed, less self-assured this time as he stared at you with a knowing grin.

His smile only widened, showing his silver tooth in the process before eyeing you up and down once more, slowly walking around you to observe you. You felt like a goldfish in an aquarium with a pack of sharks..

"You’re a lot less badass than Peter said you were.."

You arched an eyebrow at that..Who was Peter ? He suddenly leaned forward to touch your puffy sleeve, but you jumped out of his reach.

"Don't touch ! It's fragile, you brute."

He arched a quizzical eyebrow at you before turning back at the rest of his crew and laughing.

"Did you hear that, boys ? The Mary Poppins is fragile !"

They all laughed, but you suddenly pointed your pink umbrella at him and pressed a hidden button which made a sharp blade spring out from the tip.

"Are you sure about that ?"

A challenge. His crew members stepped forward to intervene, but he stopped them by raising his hand, his eyes still on you as he commanded them to stay put.

"Mary Poppins wants a dance ? Fine by me.."

He whistled and this sort of magical arrow got out of his pocket, it slowly turned its head towards you and you smirked..This was going to be fun. His arrow suddenly flew towards you, but you opened your umbrella and used it as a shield. Yondu was surprised when his arrow couldn’t pierce the fabric. You used his momentary surprise to run towards him and attack, but his arrow was faster and he used it to counter your blow as your umbrella hit the side of his head.

He jumped backwards, but still had a smirk of his face as he finally admitted.

"Okay. You're more badass than I thought. I was wrong. Wanna join my crew ?"

"…HUH ?!"

The rest of his men exclaimed in shock, but their shock was doubled when you smiled back at Yondu and nodded.

"Sure. Fine by me."

Yondu is an alien who raised a human and picked up all kinds of different aliens to join his crew. He is used to weird and wouldn't care about your appearance. However, he has the ability to recognize talent when he sees it. As long as you are talented and he finds you useful, you will always have a place in his crew.

Clint :

"Do you like all the attention you draw towards yourself ?"

Clint once asked you when you were both in the car, going home from some mission in Wakanda. A lot of people were staring at you there, as they had never seen someone like you before and you thought about it for a moment before shrugging.

"I'm used to it by now. The attention doesn't bother me. And you ? Do you enjoy staying in the shadows.."

He stayed silent for a couple of minutes before ignoring your question and revealing the true reason behind his question.

"It's not safe."

Ah. He was worried, you realized and looked away at the moving landscape, thinking about his question.

It was true that being easily recognizable had sometimes led you to have more problems than it was worth. You sometimes wished people could stare less and you could dress or act as you wished without people judging you..But, at the end, it did also make you recognizable in the eyes of the people that needed you, the people that mattered. That, was the most important. Besides, it had other perks.

You looked back at Clint who was still waiting for your answer and smiled.

"Well..It got your attention, didn't it ? I'm sure glad it did before that villain could cut me in half earlier.."

You thought he would at least smile at your attempt to reassure him, but his brows only furrowed further and he shook his head.

"You shouldn't take it so lightly..You could get hurt."

You took his hand in yours and smiled at him before squeezing it comfortingly.

"Don't worry about me, Clint. I can handle the attention. As long as you like it ? I'm good with it."

He opened his mouth to deny it, but only signed loudly in defeat before pulling you into his arms. He didn't want you to get hurt, it was the only reason your appearance bothered him. But, he wouldn't let your happiness suffer from his worry.

"I guess.."

He finally admitted and you smiled before hugging him back.

"I knew you liked it.."

He rolled his eyes at your words, but still held you closer.

"Don't push it, princess Peach."

You laughed at his poor and half-hearted attempt at insulting you before smiling.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Legolas."

He groaned in annoyance at the nickname, but didn't release you and you both stayed in each other's arms in perfect comfortable silence.

Clint may never admit it, but he really likes that you are different. He may find it difficult to accept because he worries it might be dangerous for you, but he always finds reassurance in the fact that you are so different and unique that even if you were to be separated, he would always be able to find you.

Steve :

Steve had decided to ask you out, but it turned out to be an uneasy task as he didn't know how to bring up the subject. He decided to start by complimenting you and, luckily for him, he didn't lack words for that.

"You look very nice. Pink looks great on you."

He knew pink was your favorite color and hoped it would grant him at least some kind of appreciation. However, he didn't expect your reaction. You laughed before raising a quizzical eyebrow at the captain.

"Why, thank you ! I’m glad my choice of clothes makes you happy today. Also, I like the shield, is it new ?"

You answered with a cheeky smile and Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes as your obvious sarcasm.

"You're spending way too much time with Tony."

You giggled at his slight annoyance before using your pink umbrella as a shield against a bomb of acid that the henchman in front of you threw at you. Steve then jumped in front of you and used his shield to knock out the man before he could attack you again.

"Hum..Thanks ?"

You could have totally handled that, but didn't want to deprive Steve of his moment. You smiled before taking a step forward, but hissed in pain. You then looked down at your leg and realized that some droplets of the acid hit your leg. Steve lost his proud smile and immediately knelt in front of you to look at the wound worriedly.

"Steve..It's not necessary. I'm fine. Really."

However, he didn't seem to believe you and made you sit down so he may have a better look. Fortunately, it was an artificial wound and Steve only bandaged it before helping you up.

"Does it feel better now ?"

He was truly worried, you realized and it was then that everything seemed to click.

"Wait..Were you..hitting on me ?!"

He seemed taken aback by your sudden discovery and looked away, embarrassed.

"What ?! No !"

You leaned forward so your eyes met and this was when you noticed the slight blush on his face, barely hidden by his mask. You smiled victoriously as your theory was proven to be right.

"Ah ! You totally were !"

He didn't answer, but you then wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

"You know..I'm free tonight ? We could go and see a romantic movie together and be lovey-dovey all night, what do you think ?"

You joked, but didn't expect Steve's answer as he flashed you one of his signature smiles and nodded.

"It's a date."

"Did I just..?"

"Yup.."

Tony's voice sounded in your ear piece and you blushed as you realized he had heard all of it. But, before you could talk and blame him for listening on your private conversation..Other voices joined in.

"I would recommend the red dress with white pearls, pink-laced and open in the back."

Vision.

"What are you talking about ?! It's Y/N we're talking about ! Let her go all out and put on that big princess-like dress she likes so much !"

Sam.

"Boys..Could we go back on the mission ? Besides, I'm sure Y/N's got it.."

Natasha.

You sighed before turning off your ear piece. You really needed to fix yours.

Tony :

It was at a press conference that your unusual appearance was first mentioned to Tony.

"M. STARK ! DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT Y/N' SUPERHERO SUIT ?!"

You frowned and were about to tell the reporter that it was none of his business, but Tony beat you to it.

"They could be dressed like the Easter Bunny, and I still wouldn’t care. They’re a good hero and that’s all that matters. They helped us defeat Ultron and many other villains over the years and I will not make an issue out of the color of their clothes. Next question."

The conference room turned silent as all eyes were on Tony and even you were impressed and pleasantly surprised by how Tony had not hesitated before defending you. Soon, other reporters started asking questions, but were smart enough not to ask anything else about you.

Once this conference over, you both left the room and walked towards another conference where you were supposed to talk. On the way, you squeezed Tony's hand and he looked at you with an expectant raised eyebrow.

"Yes ?"

You bit your lower lip before finally asking with uncertainty, your eyes still focused ahead as you kept walking.

"Say..Did you mean it ? What you said in there..You really don't mind how I look ?"

He smiled knowingly and raised your hand to leave a kiss on your knuckles.

"Every word. As far as I'm concerned ? You're perfect."

You beamed at his compliment and he chuckled as you happily hopped next to him to the next conference room.

Tony is extravagant. He wouldn't ask any less of you. He likes that you're confident about who you are and are not afraid to put on a show.

It just proves that he was right to choose you.

Yelena/Natasha :

"She looks like a princess.."

Yelena said and Natasha laughed at her comment before taking a swing of her beer and shaking her head at her sister's comparison.

"No, but..hear me out ! She's always wearing pink, pearls and has a tiara. I saw it."

Natasha restrained herself from rolling her eyes at her sister's obvious obsession and shrugged before playing along.

"Huh-huh..If she's a princess, does that mean you're the dragon ?"

Yelena frowned as she wondered what she meant, until she saw a man approach you at the bar and her shoulders tensed, her eyes suddenly focused on the both of you as the man leaned a little bit closer to you.

"Careful, dragon. You're spitting fire.."

Natasha teased and Yelena tried to play it cool, waving her hand dismissively at her sister and looking away.

"Me and Y/N ? No. I'm just..worried ?"

But, Natasha wasn't fooled and arched a quizzical eyebrow at her sister with an amused smile.

"Worried ? That's new..Last time I checked, that expression on your face was called jealousy."

Yelena rolled her eyes at Natasha who leaned back and glanced back at you, her smile faltering for a second.

There was a time where Natasha thought about asking you out, but the idea faded as soon as she realized Yelena had feelings for you too. Natasha knew she had little time left and that being the only Avenger with no superpower required a lot of sacrifices..She wouldn't be the reason you would have to change your pretty pink dress to a black one.

Besides, Yelena was her little sister and she knew she loved you too, and it was enough for her.

Yelena had lost a lot and Natasha wouldn't let her affection for you be the reason for her sister to hate her anymore than she already did.

She glanced back at you and smiled sadly.

It didn't make it any less difficult though ?

Yelena stood up when the man dared touch your lower back, but you instinctively grabbed his hand and almost crushed all of his fingers in the process.

"Don't touch me."

You looked like a lovely defenseless lady, but Natasha and Yelena both knew you were much more than that.

Yelena smiled proudly and Natasha took one last sip of her drink before you all had to go back on the road.

They both don't have a problem with your appearance, they are not that normal either, they just hide it better since they are both spies. You just wear your difference on you instead of hiding it and this is one of the reasons why both sisters like you so much.

And, deep down ? They even admire you for it.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #marvel #yelena x you #natasha x you #clint barton x reader #hawkeye x reader #black widow #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #loki x reader #thor x reader #stephen strange x reader #sam wilson x reader #scott lang x reader #yondu x reader

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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❤ I'm Beary sorry.

I’m currently watching that 70s show and there’s a scene where Jackie wants to leave some stuffed animals in Kelso's van but he calls them stupid and then has to drive really slowly next to her while she’s walking away really upset. could you write something similar to that with eddie?? if not that’s totally fine!

Requested by anon 💕 I tried to do a pun for the title it's so cheesy but I love it 😁💞

Warnings; Teeny bit angst, fluff.

Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work 💫💞

Eddie looks at the stuffed animal collection in her arms expression turning horrified.

"What the hell are they?". Y/n peers down at her collection confused at Eddie's reaction.

"It's my stuffed animal collection, I wanted to leave a few in here when we have our campout nights in the van".

He gapes opening his mouth to speak then closing it again before answering.

"I'm not having them in my van y/n, what would my band or Hellfire think?". She pouts.

"But Eddie".

"No, I said no. They're stupid y/n", his eyes widen when he realises what he said and her stomach falls.

"Stupid? so am I stupid for having them then?". He shakes his head and moves closer to her, trying to hug her but she moves away hurt.

"I don't understand D&D Eds but I would never call it stupid because it means so much to you and these mean a lot to me, I've had them since I was a kid".

Upset she gets out of the van and ignores him as he calls her back. As she walks away he slowly starts to drive along beside her.

"Sweetheart come back inside it's freezing".

She ignores him and keeps on walking.

"Princess come on!". He follows along beside her still pleading while she tries very hard not to cry.

Was her collection stupid? It hurt that Eddie thought that, she wipes her eyes and Eddie swears.

"Please don't cry, baby. You know it kills me seeing you cry". She longs for comfort wanting to cuddle into Eddie's arms but she can't shake off his words.

Once she reaches her house she heads inside and dumps the stuffed animals on the bed. It was a dumb idea, she should have never asked him.

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It's around an hour later when her doorbell rings and she answers it not expecting Eddie to be there with a stuffed bat in his hands.

It's so cute. She softens because he's clutching the bat in his hands with the sweetest puppy dog look on his face.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, I didn't realise how much the animals meant to you. I should have never called them stupid".

He holds the bat out to her and she takes it.

"I know we like different things Eds but we usually are both so supportive of each other's interests so hearing you say the stuffed animals were stupid hurt a lot".

He cuddles her into his arms and presses several kisses on her hair and forehead so that it makes her grin with delight.

"There's that beautiful smile, he murmurs gazing at her in adoration. I'm sorry angel, really I am. Do you like the bat though?".

She nods it really is cute, every time she looks at it the little guy will remind her of Eddie because of the sweet gesture and his bat tattoo.

"I love him, Eddie, thank you". She hugs the bat tightly to her and he kisses her looking very pleased with himself.

"He's a cute little guy huh? Metal as fuck and baby you can put as many stuffed animals in my van as you like. I don't give a fuck what anyone says".

Beaming she kisses him.

She doesn't overfill the van too much. Only picking four of the very best and most meaningful ones. Though sometimes she sneaks Lil bat, Eddie, in.

When he finds out she called the bat Eddie at their next campout he got the softest look on his face and peppered her face with butterfly kisses then pulled her close so she lay sprawled over him.

"To be clear though princess, I'm the only Eddie who gets to cuddle up with you at night". Amused she nods and kisses him.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader

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triplesilverstar · 2 months

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Helloo I love ur trigun fics

I dunno if ur blog is open to this but

The song "Love like You" from the show Steven Universe reminds me a whole lot of Snipes and Vash! <3

Mostly about Snipes singing how someone like Vash continues loving her even after what she's done... And her wanting to become how he sees her so that she feels worthy of his love (if that makes sense lol)

These lines hit had:

"I always thought I might be bad

Now I'm sure that it's true

'Cause I think you're so good

And I'm nothing like you

Look at you go

I just adore you

I wish that I knew

What makes you think I'm so special

If I could begin to do

Something that does right by you

I would do about anything

I would even learn how to love"

That's all. Okie, thank you for letting me in your ask box <33

Aw thank you I'm glad you've enjoyed them. As to the idea I totally loved it. I've never really done a song fic before so here's my best attempt. I decided to work it into one the fics as a chapter just because my list of one shots is getting a little long...

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Injuries, blood, pining,

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: I’ve made this Chapter two of Gunless Duet

You should have known that eventually, your good luck had to run out. It always does. And just like always it runs out at the worst possible moments. Sitting at the bar while watching Vash once more being the life of the party, and this time he had tried to bring you into the fun with him.

“Come on Snipes, let loose just this once? You deserve to enjoy yourself too.” A puppy dog for a plead and you shook your head watching him go back to cavorting around. You aren’t like him, yet he refuses to let that stop him from asking you to join him each and every time. If only you were half of the person he thought you were. You’re not. You’re the farthest thing from what he thinks you are.

Hiding how you feel behind an expression of boredom as a pretty brunette takes his hand and gets him to dance with her. A glare sent your way as if she perceives you as some sort of threat for his affection, a shake of your head as you take another sip of your water and listen to the music playing in the background with the sound of laughter.

Sensing a familiar presence slip up beside you it’s hard not to chuckle, he’s like a tomas with a worm. Determined to not stop trying to catch the damn thing. “Could I get what she’s having?” It’s a cute little ploy on his part to make it seem like he’s still drinking when really he’s had enough, your short glass making it seem like you’re drinking something far stronger.

As Vash throws the drink back you do your best to avert your eyes. Lately, all you can think about is the bubbling attraction for the tall sunshine blond. It’s becoming a problem you don’t want to face, because you know he can’t feel the same way. No matter how many times you’ve tried to slip away from him to find him waiting for you with a grin at whatever town's exit. Like he’s waiting for you and it makes your heart beat painfully inside your chest. He’s not. You’re a decent traveling companion and he’s an infamous bounty so traveling with a well know bounty hunter makes sense. No one would believe he’s the humanoid typhoon. Yet it still makes your chest do funny things when you leave him at the hotel, or a restaurant, like he’s worried you might try and slip away from, wondering when you’re coming back.

Your thoughts of reminiscing are out the window in no time when the sound of breaking glass reaches your ears and Vash is pulled against the brunette from earlier. A knife against his throat and there’s a crazed look in her eyes as she glances around the room like a wild animal that’s been caged against its will. “Nobody moves, I’m just gonna take my prize and leave got it!”

Shit. She’s not a woman that was hoping to get into bed with the blond, she’s another bounty hunter and all the glares sent your way make a hell of a lot more sense. She thought you were the competition.

Your body moves as if on autopilot, your rifle unstrapped, the butt pressed into the metal plate of your shoulder as your stare at her above your scope. At this range, you don’t need it. “I think you’re making a mistake. Let him go unless you want another hole in your head, cept this one will have some grey matter pouring out.” You can’t try to talk it out like Vash would, not with the fear clutching your heart. You also thought you were bad, and the more time you spend with the blond you know it’s true because even now he’s trying to diffuse the situation.

“I think there seems to be some kind of misunderstanding here ladies. No reason to pull rifles and knives out right?” He’s willing to always put his life on the line if it means saving someone, he’s too much of a goody-toe shoe, and you’re nothing like him. It’s a good thing because you wish you could see all the good he sees in people.

“No. I know exactly who you are.” It’s hissed from the woman like a curse and you have no doubt she knows she has the real Vash the Stampede.

“Are you sure? I get confused for a lot of people miss, I mean we were just dancing a little while ago.” A flicker across her face as if she does doubt herself now. You might not be willing to admit it, but it is something that charms you whenever you see it in action. Vash’s ability to talk his way out of almost getting dragged off by people he meets, all with soft words that resonate with the people he speaks to.

As Vash speaks his eyes never leave yours though, he maintains that eye contact like it’s his the string that keeps this bundle of chaos from falling apart. Almost like he knows you’re there to help him diffuse the situation instead of making it worse. You don’t understand it and you aren’t sure you ever will when he looks at you like you’re something special and you have no idea how he could have ever come to that realization. You wish you knew when he looked at you like that why he thought you were so much more than you are.

As the other bounty hunter begins to step back you see your opening, the briefest flicker of her eyes as she checks to make sure she’s heading out the door with Vash. You dart forward and in those few partial seconds you have your grip on your rifle reversed. Just in time to slam the butt plate into the side of her temple.

Only for her knife to slide along the side of his neck and you see red gush from his pale neck as both of them drop. It’s like watching the world in slow motion as your heart pounds inside your chest. The slow rise of his hand to place pressure against his neck and the deep slice that spurts in time to the pumping of his blood through his veins.

When your luck runs out. It really does run out at the worst times.

Your rifle is back in your shoulder as your eyes settle on the knocked out woman and you’re ready to pull the trigger.

“Snipes.” A quick utterance with his voice barely audible to your ears but he has your attention. “I know she didn’t mean.” He’s right. All of Vash’s wanted posters make it clear that he’s wanted alive, so slicing his neck adds a layer of risk to her getting the cash for him. No one pays for the dead when the poster clearly states the one option for turning him in. Grinding your teeth together as your rifle remains pointed at the center of her chest and you so desperately want to pull the trigger, that voice inside of you screaming how she deserves it. She could have killed Vash.

“Snipes. You’re better than that.” The rage flooding your system isn’t subsiding and it’s a hard pill to swallow, but the more rational side of you is winning over with the help of his statement. As much as part of you is screaming bloody murder, it isn’t what Vash would want, and in the end that wins. Stepping back before slinging your rifle and checking on the tall blond. He should have been your concern from the start.

“Keep the pressure on your neck.” Gazing around the room at the patrons who seem to be letting out a collective sigh of relief. “Is there a doctor or a nurse nearby? Both of them need to be seen.” You made this situation worse by dragging it out after the threat had been neutralized, so the least you can try to do to make it up to Vash, to make it right, is to make sure both of them are seen by a doctor. It’s a first step in trying to fix the mistakes you made today.

“What did he mean by mistaken identity?”

It’s a voice of reason in the bar and you’re quick on your feet. “A lot of people confuse him for Vash the Stampede because of how much he looks like the wanted poster.”

“Are they dumb? He’s nothing like that maniac.” You don’t miss the flinch behind Vash’s eyes but it’s better this way. He needs medical attention as you help him stand, ensuring he keeps the pressure on his neck and if it’s even possible he looks paler than before. Swallow as you share a bit more back and forth before following an older man out the door towards the clinic, someone else having been sent to fetch the doctor and tell him what had happened.

“I knew you could end that without more violence.” You keep your mouth shut as Vash whispers his version of a thank you. He shouldn’t be thanking you. He should be screaming how you made things so much worse as you trudge along the sandy road towards the clinic. Another reminder of how downright good Vash is, and you’re nothing like him. You never will be.

As you step into the clinic the doctor takes Vash first. “It’s not that bad honest.” Smiling gently at the doctor as Vash tries to get him to see the unconscious woman who’s being hand-cuffed to a chair in the waiting area. “Just wait here and I’ll be back in no time.” Biting your tongue before you can argue, a short nod and you head towards another chair and drop down into it.

A final meeting of your eyes as the door closes and you see how shaken he looks as the wood turns into a barrier between you. It strikes you then why you had been willing to throw your own morals and beliefs out the window the second Vash was injured like that because that could have been life-threatening. Well, you’re still not sure it isn’t life threatening and he’s just putting on a facade for your sake.

You’re hopelessly in love with Vash the Stampede.

The feelings you’ve been ignoring since your tussle in the sand when he found out about your scars, found out about the monster lurking just under your skin. How you’re nothing like him. Not in the slightest. A man-made monster from another world that was willing to let them start the process and was too foolish to see what it all would amount to in the end.

You're lying to yourself again. These feelings of attraction and affection started long before then, hell they might have started when he saved you from turning into hamburger when you were holding onto the edge of the metal floor over the cliff in that dilapidated old building. You’ve been shoving those budding feelings down because you don’t deserve them, and he deserves better than a broken morally grey person like you. Shoving those thoughts down once more as you remind yourself he doesn’t care for you that way. You’re a friend. Just a friend. Vash treats everyone he meets the same way he treats you, the difference is the two of you are still traveling together and the stubborn blond still joins you in the single bed to make sure you don’t run out on him again.

Snapped from your musing when the door opens once more and Vash strides out as if on top of the world. There isn’t even a bandage or anything on his neck from the slice, just a thin red line. “I told you it wasn’t that bad.”

“You were gushing blood.” Firing right back at him only for the doctor to intervene.

“Injuries like the one this young man received can often seem far worse than they are. I can assure you it’s no more than a scratch. There might have been a bit more bleeding than normal because of the alcohol in his system as well.” You don’t want to believe either of them, you know when you see arterial blood spurting.

Clenching your hand into a fist as you think back on how the rest of the night has gone, you do let it go. Maybe in your panic, your mind did play tricks on you, making it seem far worse then it was. “I do think a night of rest would help. Ready to head back to the hotel? I think I’m done partying for the night.”

The soft smile he sends you is dazzling and it’s not one of his masks that he wears to make others feel better. You see if so rarely that every time it makes your brain stutter, no wonder so many people flirt with him. “Yea. Lets head back.” When he looks at you like that, you know you aren’t like him, you’ll never be anything like him.

But.

It does make you think you could do anything, that maybe you could learn to be a little more like Vash and love the world the way he does instead of judging it.

To learn how to love like him.

Back to Masterlist for the series

#vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #trigun #twink writes #Bullets Bandits Ghosts & Typhoons #tristamp #vash x reader #vash x you

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I don’t know if you are taking requests, but could you do something about Trev having to put poppy into time out and her getting really upset and trev being so upset and heartbroken. Like she’s calling for him but she was naughty/did something bad? x

i’m always taking requests for poppy!! also this takes place when she’s a bit younger maybe around 3/4

“Hey P, you have to clean up these toys before everyone comes over” You remind your daughter who had her dolls spread out all over the living room.

“No” You freeze just as you’re about to leave the room and turn to face her.

“Excuse me?”

“No Mama. I’m still playin’” Poppy grumbled, not bothering to look at you while she plays.

You sighed as you checked the time, the guys were going to be over any time now. “Poppy, I asked you to clean them up ten minutes ago… I’m not going to ask again”

“What’s going on?” Trevor asked as he came downstairs, stopping short of the kitchen when he saw you in a standoff with your toddler.

“Mommy’s makin’ me clean but I just wanna play!” Poppy squealed which made you huff and look to Trevor for support. He had the tendency to go easy on her and as nice as that was, you didn’t love being the bad cop every time.

Trevor caught your signal and cleared his throat, “Poppy” Trevor warned, “If Mom told you to do something, you have to listen”

“No!” She shrieked, grabbing one of the dolls and hurling it in your direction. It hit Trevor’s shin and you could tell he was pissed when he kicked the doll back towards her. It landed a ways away but still, the intent was there.

“Poppy Jane!” Trevor yelled, startling you just as much as Poppy, “Clean all of this up right now and then you’re going in a time out” Poppy’s eyes went wide, looking absolutely petrified at the sight of her dad being angry.

She silently started to pick up her dolls while you and Trevor stood watching. When she was done, Trevor marched her over to her little chair, sitting her down in it before spinning it around to face the wall. “Five minutes” You trail behind him, leaving Poppy facing the wall while you head into the kitchen.

“That was a little harsh” You mumbled as you finished putting some of the food out for everyone that should be at your house any minute now.

“It hurt, barbie’s high heel bruised my shin” You snorted as he raised his leg for you to see the surprisingly nasty bump that was already forming. “She’s fine though right? I wasn’t too mean?”

“She’ll be okay” You shrug.

Trevor groaned, pulling you away from the counter and into his body, draping his arms around you to keep you still. “I feel bad” He poured while looking down at you with his bottom lip sticking out.

“She’s going to be fine babe, she didn’t even cry”

“Daaaaddy” Poppy called, interrupting your conversation.

“Don’t go, she’ll just think she can get whatever she wants” You remind him. Trevor was a good dad, great even but he had a hard time disciplining Poppy which was quickly becoming a problem. He liked to buy her anything and everything she wanted which is a problem along but paired with not staying strict on your own rules, it was an impending disaster.

“But-”

“I’m sorry Daddy, can I be done now?” Poppy whined from her chair and Trevor looked at you with a pained expression.

“Stay strong Trev” You patted his chest and squirmed out of his arms to answer the door, letting Jamie in who was the first to arrive.

You walked back through the living room to find Trevor sitting with Poppy, leaning against the wall that she faced. “I don’t want to be mean baby but you have to listen”

“I know, I’m sorry” Your heart almost broke in two when you heard Poppy’s little voice. She was looking at Trevor with the biggest puppy dog eyes, ones that honestly rivalled his own.

“Alright, go apologize to your mom and then you can go play with Uncle Jamie” Trevor says after his eyes flicker up to see you and Jamie standing there.

Poppy stands from her time out chair and bashful walks over to you, wraps her arms around your legs and mumbles her apology. You decide to forego the lecture since Trevor seemed to have it under control so Poppy runs off, dragging Jamie along with her.

“Good job babe” You smiled as you walked over to where Trevor was still sitting against the wall. “I knew you could do it”

“I didn’t want to. I hate getting mad at her, she’s my baby” He mumbled, watching out the window where Poppy was conducting some sort of game.

“It’s the only way she’s going to learn”

“I know… it just sucks” He sighed.

“C’mon, I think this is affecting you more than her, let me get you a drink” You winked, pulling him to the kitchen to get him a well deserved beer.

#happy dilf day!#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras blurb #poppy zegras #dad au #anaheim ducks #hockey writing #nhl players #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction

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noitsbecky127 · 5 days

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rebecca watches ds9: the forsaken

oh god poor julian has to deal with diplomats

and poor diplomats have to deal with julian

actually this is perfect. let him talk their entitled ears off

julian is the galaxy’s worst liar i love him

LWAXANA????

LWAXANA!!!!

get the lady her brooch!

why can’t betazoids read ferengi minds? do they ever explain that?

odo’s very good at his job!

is ds9 ever not having technical difficulties

miles has a grudge against an ai. that’s so real of him

miles don’t be passive-aggressive

i love julian’s face journey in the background while the ambassador lady is complaining about her quarters again

i also love julian defending jadzia when the vulcan ambassador questions her level of experience

picard and odo are the same type of man. ig that’s lwaxana’s type

odo: help a betazoid lady is horny for me

“i don’t handle delicacy very well” i believe in you odo

i love odo trying and failing to flee lwaxana

oh god quark is never going to let odo hear the end of this

“i can swim” LWAXANA AKSKDKDS

trapped in the turbolift. classic

uh oh i’m guessing the probe fucked everything up

better get comfy in there!

lwaxana has an infinite amount of things to say i think

odo: how bad is electrocution really

i think julian is plotting ambassador murder

he’s so expressive i love him

the probe made the computer lonely???

what happens if odo isn’t in his bucket when he becomes a liquid? can he collect himself again once he stops being a liquid?

i wonder if his hair feels like hair. i wonder what odo feels like in general. is he like jello or smth

odo are you ok

odo’s little story about how he was entertaining to the scientists reminds me of when i was little and i was like a party trick to the adults at preschool. i could read and they were amazed

uh oh, one hour until we get liquid odo

so what’s the goal here? overload the computer for some reason?

whatever it was they seem to have done it!

PULL THE LEVER JULIAN

(WRONG LEVERRR)

yeah when my uncle got a puppy (cutest dog ever btw) she was super clingy

ah so odo’s safe, just very private about his liquid state

odo’s fucking melting lmao

i think lwaxana looks better with brown hair

oh she’s holding him in her skirt. that’s sweet. that was a nice moment ❤️

not entirely sure what miles just did but it appears to have worked!

a vulcan called julian logical. that’s high praise

cannot get over lwaxana’s type being Beige

miles has a puppy now! in a manner of speaking anyway

#liveblogging #star trek liveblog #deep space 9 #deep space 9 liveblog #deep space nine #deep space nine liveblog #ds9 liveblog

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Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 19: The Shop of the Wolf

The flashbacks show a young Dr. Teeth. He was flossing his teeth. The ginger haired male was 16. He had his glasses but they were normal glasses, no purple tin to them. Teeth was wearing a Jacket that had a tooth patch on it. The jacket was gray and red with white buttons. He was also wearing some blue jeans with some old sneakers that were red and white. The young doc had no scars on his body except for some on his thighs and his lower back.

“All aboard the Molar Express. Who wants dental floss?” asked Tina as she was at the entrance of the bus. She had no gray hair in her beehive hairstyle. The ginger haired female was wearing a white dentist coat with a big smile face pin on it. A pink dress shirt was under the coat and she was wearing a black skirt with some black high heels to match. Yellow toothbrush earrings hang from her ears.

“Right, Gerald?” she added.

“Yep” replied Gerald. His dark brown hair was fluffy and not bald in the middle. He was wearing a white coat like his wife with a light blue bow tie. Also some black dress pants and shoes. The dark haired male still had the scar on his cheek. Gerlad pulled on a rope that made the horn toot.

The kids look unhappy or bored out of their minds. “But first, time for floss-toss” said the ginger haired female. She threw some floss at the kids. “Floss-toss” said Tina as she threw them.

She peaks her head around and looks at her son. “Junior,” the mother said. He looks at his mother.

“Go nab me some more free samples. These kids are loving ‘em!” she added.

He rolled his eyes. “All right, mama,” he replied in a nerdish, shy, quiet voice. His voice wasn’t like his voice now which was loud and had a deep growl to it.

He walks to the back of the bus that had one of the doors open. “Why I got to be here while Luna is off with her friends, Liam is at home sick” he mumbles under his breath. The ginger haired boy stops as he hears a guitar strumming from a shop that was nearby.

The shop was called “Jerry’s Tunes” and it was where the sound was coming from. Teeth walks into the shop. He make sure that his parents weren't looking.

Inside, it was filled with instruments. There was a guy there that was playing the guitar behind the table of the check out area. It was young Floyd. He was 19 at the time. His red long hair was on his shoulders. He wears glasses like Junior. He was wearing a white t-shirt under a blue jean jacket. Floyd had a few mustache hair growing, looking like whiskers or like one of those show dogs after getting a groom.

The ginger haired male comes over to the guy. “Say, that’s a catchy tune.” said Teeth. Floyd left his head up to see the young male. He could tell the kid was at least 16 but boy, was he tall for his age. He was taller than Floyd.

“Oh! Well, thank you. I’m still learning” replied the red haired male.

“Yeah, I cannot seem to get my finger around the little string there, but, say, do you play?” added Floyd.

“No, no. Hey, but you know what I like to do?” replied Junior.

‘What’s that?” replied Floyd, curious.

“I sneak into the clubs on Bourbon Street” replied the young doc.

“Yeah?” replied the red haired male.

“And peek through the windows” added the ginger haired male.

“Yeah?” replied Floyd. He chuckles as the teen reminds him as his younger self when he used to tell his father random things that happened.

“I always get caught. But, hey, it’s free” replied Teeth with a soft smile.

“Yeah” replied Floyd.

“Hey, well, you can pop in here anytime to hear the tunes I’m tinkering on,” he added.

“You know, if you want. Like, this one I’m working on goes like this” said Floyd as he started to play his guitar riff.

Teeth looked at the bowl on the table, it was filled with harmonica. He took one out and slowly started to play it. The red haired male stops and looks in shock as he sees the teen playing the harmonica great. The young doc stops and looks embarrassed.

“Yeah!” chuckle Floyd.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself” replied Junior as he tried to put the instrument back with the others in the bowl.

“No, no, no! Hey, consider it a gift” replied Floyd. The teen stops as he holds the harmonica.

“You know, because you slobbered it up and all,” he added.

“No, no. I can’t” replied Teeth in a nervous tone. He knew his mother would kill him if he kept it.

The red haired male laughs. “Sure, you can. You’re a natural” replied Floyd with a smile.

“And thanks to you, I think I got my bridge,” he added.

“Hey! What do you say we take it from the top? Come on, now. Two, three, four” said Floyd before he started playing again.

They start playing a type of blues music. “Ha-ha! I love it!” chuckle the red haired male. Suddenly, Tina came in and gasped in shock and horror.

Junior jumps and looks scared to death. “Junior. What are you doing?” asked the ginger haired female in a stern tone with her hands on her hips.

“That mouth toy’ll blow the enamel right off your teeth '' she added. “Tell him, Gerald” said his mother. His father came up behind his mother.

“Yep” replied Gerald.

“That’s my fault, ma’am. Yeah, he was just holding it for me” said Floyd. He didn’t want the young teen to get in trouble for having fun.

“Well, you best take it back, Cause this fine boy is gonna be a doctor one day.” replied Tina with a hissed like tone. As she said this, her eyes flashed a gold yellow color.

The red haired male realized she is a wereanimal like him. Actually he could smell their scent. They were in the feline family of wereanimals but the young teen smell like a hybrid of two species from the family tree.

“Yes, ma'am,” replied Floyd. He doesn't know why but this mother is making his werewolf self fear in terror just by her tone of voice.

“Let’s go, baby” Tina said to Teeth before leaving the shop with her husband.

“Y’all have a nice one” said the red haired male. Junior softly chuckles before laying the harmonica on the table next to the bowl.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Yeah. Hey, don’t worry about it” replied Floyd. “Future Doctor Man” he added.

“See you around” the young Floyd said before the flashback ended.

Teeth jump and let out a sound that sounds like a demonic cat. “Flashback” he said with his eyes wide.

“Are you okay?” asked Nora in a worried tone.

“Who’s feeling gumbo?” asked the good doctor. “It’s crawdadding time!” he added before letting out all these exclaiming sounds and weird feline sounds as he run out of the room.

Moog’s eyes go wide in fear and shock. “Wait, crawdadding? No. I just got you guys back on track” replied the black haired female.

“And now, we’re off again” replied Floyd.

“See, every decade or so, Teeth’s parents roll into town and get him all spun out about taking over the family dental practice,” he added.

“But like, don’t worry,” said janice.

“We just have to wait for him to cycle through his emotional rejuvenation journey,” she added.

“What?” asked Label Lady with her eyes wide.

“Yeah. But eventually, he tells them no, and things go back to normal in no time” replied Floyd Pepper. The blonde female nods her head.

“Uh-huh. And how much is “no time” ?” asked Nora.

“Could be a week, sometimes a month.” replied the red haired male.

“One time, it was a majority of the aughts,” he added.

“Ooh, wow.” replied Janice. “That was, like, such a wild time. The naughty aughties” she added. Floyd Pepper raises an eyebrow.

“Fun stuff. We can’t lose our lead singer for a week to a decade” replied the black haired female.

“Okay, no. I’m gonna go talk some sense into him” she added as she got up to chase after the band leader.

“Teeth!” Nora yelled.

“Hold on. Come back!” yelled Floyd as he and Janice run after Label Lady.

“Wait. There’s a lengthy process!” said Jancie.

“What you don’t know is nothing,” said Floyd Pepper.

“Hold on!” said the blonde female as they chased after Nora. Moog gets up but get stopped by Animal.

“Nora!” said the drummer.

“Oh, my God.” he said before he clears his throat. “Yep. That’s her name.” replied the black haired male.

“Nora” replied the wild man.

“Yeah. We got her back, you and me” replied Moog.

“Nora,” replied Animal.

“Is there any reason you keep repeating that?” he asked the drummer.

“Nora” whispers Animal.

“And now, you’re whispering it.” replied the black haired male.

“Nora” the drummer whispers it again.

“Okay” replied Moog. The wild man laughs.

Meanwhile with the good doctor, he got ready to go crawdadding. He got everything from baits, nets, and waders. “Boat’s ready. Got my waders. Last call for crawdadding, y’all” sais Teeth as he walks out the back door.

“Wait, you can’t just go…And, he’s gone” said Nora as the door slams shut.

“Oh, like, that just means that phase one of his process has, like, officially begun” replied Janice.

“The good news is, it always ends with a delicious jumbo gumbo.” added Floyd as he can’t wait to eat the gumbo.

“Bad news is, then comes phase two.” said the red haired male.

“Wait, phase two?” asked Moog.

“Creative malaise” replied the blonde female.

“Creative what?” asked Nora.

“Creative mayonnaise,” replied Animal.

“Creative what?” she asked again.

#the muppets #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #dr teeth #weremayhemau #lips muppet #muppet mayhem #zoot muppet #floyd pepper #animal muppet #gerald teeth #tina teeth #nora singh #Luna Chirp #Liam Teeth #janice muppets #moog muppet mayhem

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That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm: Ch7 (on AO3)

FULL FIC LINK HERE

For a decade and a half, while he’d been locked up in Iron Heights, Henry had wondered what it would have been like to return to his old neighborhood and his old home with Nora. He’d wondered what it would have been like to watch their son Barry grow up, go to college, start a life of his own. By Barry’s account, those long years had been less than perfect, but Henry was still grateful that his only child hadn’t been raised by a total stranger. Framed posters of musicals and famous scientific quotes covered the walls of his old bedroom at Joe West’s house. Henry brushed his hand over the plaid bedspread, following a ray of sunshine—still bright at seven PM, he'd never tire of seeing it—up to a small crack in the ceiling. The closet was partially open, and when he tilted his head at just the right angle, he could glimpse the small box of old clothes and linens Joe still hadn’t taken to Goodwill. Henry turned his attention to the sturdy oak shelf by the desk, which still housed old physics and chemistry textbooks and a dog-eared first-edition copy of Harrison Wells’s biography. That last book made the small, fond smile fade from his face.

“Barry idolized that man. It’s still hard to believe he wasn’t who we thought he was.”

Henry turned to find a weary Joe West standing in the door, watching him. “No, that man did exist,” he disagreed. “We just never got to meet him. He was the Reverse-Flash’s first victim.” He patted Barry’s bed one last time. “Thanks for letting me come up here again.”

“Any time. I was kidding Barry about turning this room into a home gym. Work keeps me too busy for that.” Among other things, Joe expression all but screamed.

“I’ve got a long way to go before I get my license back, but as a doctor, I shouldn’t have to remind you to take better care of yourself.” Henry joined him by the door.

“Fair point. Now, are you ready to come down?” Joe gestured towards the stairs. “I heard Mike’s car pulling up. Knowing Avigail, she’s sent him over with extra food for us again.”

Some days, Henry still couldn’t believe how many people wanted to support him as he navigated life as a free man. The interview he’d given Iris for CCPN had gone viral. There were the usual conspiracy theorists, but shop clerks who recognized him from his very public acquittal sometimes snuck him discounts or freebies at the stores. “Just a little something to help you get back on your feet, Doc,” they’d say. And then, of course, there were the friends he’d made through his son. A district attorney, several police officers, academics, and scientists—it was a surprising group, and one he was very grateful for. And not just because Mike’s wife tended to send enough brisket and kugel to last him for at least a week at a time.

“I’m never going to learn to cook for myself at this rate,” Henry laughed as he sat down to dinner with Joe, Cecile, and Mike.

“I’ve almost forgotten how to boil pasta,” Joe agreed with a chuckle, popping open a bottle of wine. “Oh, don’t worry, Mike. This one’s kosher.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it.” The older detective held up his glass. “The missus needs people to cook for, with our sons all married. It keeps her happy, especially since I can’t tell her about half the things going on in the city these days.” His smile was only a little regretful.

“Right now, it’s keeping her safe.” Henry declined the wine, pouring himself a glass of water instead. “The food helps when I’m too wrapped up in studies to do groceries, really.” “You could go out more,” Cecile suggested. “I’d never say no to lunch. Martin would love to meet up with you to talk about that Jackson kid. Him, Quentin, even Tina McGee.”

READ THE REST OF THE CHAPTER HERE

#coldflash #fanfiction update #barry allen #leonard snart #captain cold #the flash #cw the flash #henry allen #henry allen is a good dad #wip update #they're idiots your honor #it takes a village

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dufrau · 9 months

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ronance pool adjacent smut my beloved!!! i'd love love love to know more

The goal was basically what it says on the tin but thus far it is 6500 words of Nancy acting like an absolute lunatic, but they ARE gonna bang, i would bet my life savings on it (i dont have any money).

Anyway this is basically the vibe so far lol

Mike was gripping the dashboard for dear life. "You're gonna miss the turn," he reminded her. He held on tighter. Nancy wasn't going to miss the turn. She knew where the turn was into Steve's neighborhood and she was pretty sure she could never forget it. She took it a little too fast and the tires squealed out their disapproval and Mike was yelling at her from the passenger seat and she was a little tempted to just jerk the wheel again and drive them straight through whoever's shitty little cookie cutter mansion that was on the corner to shut him up. But she knew that would not be a healthy or safe expression of her anger or anything else. So she slowed down a little bit, and then a little bit more as the houses got closer together and she saw somebody walking their little dog, and she remembered herself. And she remembered that she would never want to run over a dog or a cat or a bunny or a squirrel or any other alive thing. That she didn't actually want to hurt anybody ever again if she could help it. "You told me to go faster," she said, as she pulled up in front of Steve's house, when she felt Mike's stare lingering on her. She glanced over at him again and had to laugh a little at the actual horror on his face.

#lesbianlottievibes #wip tag game #nancy is a menace in this???

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burntheworldtwice · 5 months

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Live Thoughts on The Last Voyage of Demeter (Spoilers)

So I know very little of this movie outside the plot. I know it is much anticipated. Reviews are decent. But I didn't want some critic tainting my opinion you know? So I smoked a bowl, made a broke girls charcuterie, and am diving in.

-First of all who doesn't love a good Dracula tale?

-This is moody. Love that. Definitely recommend being in the dark by a fire if possible. its giving Victorian child and I personally am a victorian child so this is just swell

-I wish we still rode horses. Its a power move. Cop pulls up in a car ugh boring cop GALLOPS up on a horse. Mad respect.

-OMG its the guy who went after Oppenheimer for that shit senator. What's his name......David Dastmalchian. Im sorry hold the phone. DASTMALCHIAN is his dad Machiavelli. I'll be honest y'all im not a fan of his face. He looks weasly and honestly a bit threatening but that may just be the roles I've seen.

-Corey Hawkins out here showing LOOKS. Saving LIVES. CHILD LIVES. What. A. Gem.

-Whats in the box? WHATS in the box? WHATS IN THE BOOOOOX?!

-Why must children be so enthusiastic? So young and full of hope. Even on a fucking Russian ship in the 19th century.

-This cheese is really fucking good.

-Awe isn't this cute. "Crew in high spirits". Dancing around and shit. Did you know that many sailors were gay and that's why everyone thinks the Navy is a bunch of pussies. The more you know :)

-Is that Aaron Paul? LOL

-This really is pretty I must say. And the use of sound is just **Chefs kiss** I love when a movie employs sound as a means of expression.

-She needs a transfusion who's fucking blood is heh using is that his blood? The count is awake! yipeeee.

-I really need to watch some BTS for this. A lot of CGI and sets. Like did they do it Life of Pie style. I'll have to goole that..

-Ruh row. Bats outta the cage. NOT THE FUCKING DOG WHYYYYY KILL THE KID. Ugh why is it always the dog :((((

-HUUUCCKKKK

-Rabies? Men are so simple minded.

-Damn Drac is not looking good. Like worse than Voldy pre cauldron sesh.

-This kid is really taking on some emotional trauma. And little Woody Newman is just a cutie. He reminds of Gavauche (idk if that's spelled right) in Les Mis.

-"A boat without rats such is a thing against nature." That's a tattoo right thurr

-I am LOOOOVING the horror. The gore is so well done. Beautiful like Saving Private Ryan... If youre into blood..

-I could listen to Liam Cunningham read a Ikea instructions manual.

-I don't know if its intentional or not but I can't figure out the timeline of this movie. They mention a cove and it being over two weeks to England. But I can't tell how the time is passing. Could also be high but hey who knows.

-I know Rotten Tomatoes poopood this but I'm having fun and Draculas a dick lmao mimicking his victims. Damn bitch. Oh good strings. I love a good horror

-Why do we find it so hard to believe in things we can't understand? I realize the human brain seeks answers and solutions rather than more questions, but what if the answers and solutions are right there we just refuse to believe it?

-LMAO "I have a very important job for. you Toby. It's a lot to take on, can you handle it?" Hands over a spyglass. "Will you shine my shit for me dude?" I was talking to my wife about this but like I don't remember ever being this curious as a kid. Like demons on board? Nah Im staying in my room. Meanwhile this kid just wandering around the belly of ship.

-RUN TOBY RUN

-He got a knife. Tough kid here.

-Wow he's going full Jack Torrance with the door here. But who needs an axe when you have your face???

-NOT TOBY. Like I know everyone dies and all but damn. Also can Dracula apparate. Or is it like AS IF YOU COULD OUT RUN ME. Im a little behind on my Dracula lore. Oh he might live with these backwoods infusions.

-Okay I just haven't paid attention on the captains log. My B.

-Olgarin was bit... and infected? But Anne and Toby were fed on... and aren't? I'm going to have to think about that. Going up in flames was a fun drama though!

-I feel like maybe don't open the spooky box. And this man just rowing out to sea blindly believing in his faith. Did the Prince of Darkness fly out there? or. Yep. He a winged mother fucker.

-I like Dracula just whispering sweet nothings before he feeds.

-Are his burns not fucking horrifically painful? Im in pain looking at him. I know burns and that shit sucks for forever.

-Can Dracula manipulate the weather? I feel like I really need to brush up on my Dracula now. Foggy as hell. Dracula knew yawls plan come on.

-Women always out here making the greatest sacrifices.

-Why is Dracula synonymous with the devil? I like to think of Dracula like Jason Segal in Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

-THe smothering with the wings was like kinda dope. Won't lie.

-I'm so glad they're trauma bonded now.

-I think I would of made a great light house keeper. Chill up in the rain by a fire. Watch the ships. Ambient lighting. My kinda gig to be frank.

-That ending sunrise. Wow. Almost poetic.

-NONONONONOOOO please tell me there's not going to be a sequel. Please dear god just let it end.

-Fuck.

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