#i wanna yell off a mountain top

[gumycandyyy]

Hey there! Your writing is OUTSTANDING! I was wondering if you could write a Winter King x fem!reader fic where the reader rescues him along with the scouts but ends up badly injured? And tee hee WK pampers her and takes care of her THE BRAIN ROT IS REAL

୨♡ "Ｔｉｓ Ｂｕｔ Ａ Ｓｃｒａｔｃｈ" ♡୧

Type: Oneshot

Fem reader (I was originally gonna make her an ice creature, but she works better as... not an ice creature.) Someone please rq a male reader, I wanna write a male reader wahhhh

Request: Yes! Still open, but it'll take a while to write, as I have other requests.

No use of y/n

hurt/comfort (literally)

Summary: Winter King got kidnapped. Again. And you get hurt while saving him. Fluff ensues.

Word Count: 1278

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"Ice Scouts? A little help?"

You looked up, hearing Winter King. You were training with the scouts, just having a gay old time sword fighting and skating. However, It appeared Candy Queen had made some giant type candy monster, and used it to snatch Winter right out of his throne room and carry him to the Candy Kingdom.

Great.

"Oh, you too..!"

Winter yelled just as he left earshot, obviously referring to you. You were the captain of the royal guard, and Winter's best friend. The ice scouts sheathed their swords, ready to leave immediately. They spoke to you in unison.

"Miss Captain! You must accompany us to save our King!"

"Miss Captain! You must accompany us to save our King!"

You nodded, sheathing your sword. You guessed that Winter would be held at the top of the Candy tower/mountain thing, as always. You left swiftly, along with the scouts.

"Ice scouts! You take care of any candy monsters, I'll take care of the Queen!"

They nodded, ready to follow your every order. You eventually made it to the Candy kingdom, and climbed the mountain. You made it to the top, ducking and weaving around the monsters to get to Winter as soon as possible.

Kicking down the door, you saw Candy Queen playing her keyboard, as always. Winter was in his cage, scratching another tally mark in his 'times kidnapped' wall. His crown was on a small table just out of reach of the cage. Candy Queen looked at you and deadpanned.

"Aww, not again! C'mon, ya can't give me one afternoon alone with him? I'd take good care of him!!"

Candy bumped her pointer fingers together, trying to win your favor. It was honestly pitiful. She tried so hard, but still. She was a creep.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously! I mean- You wouldn't miss him! I wouldn't scratch him up too bad! Well, unless..."

You looked over to Winter, who looked quite uncomfortable at the current topic, a strained smile on his 'save me from this maniac' face. You sighed, putting your hands at your sides.

"Fine."

Candy's eyes sparkled.

"You- you mean it?"

She bounced up and down on her heels, ready to give you a hug. No thanks. Winter looked shocked, and ready to pass away.

"Yeah, yeah- OF COURSE I DON'T MEAN IT."

You brought out your sword, flipping it around, and knocking the wind out of Candy with the hilt. She coughed, and you grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. You brought her over to a window, kicking it open and dangling her out of it.

"Come on, come on! Let's talk about this! Maybe we could share him? I get weekdays, you get weekends? Please?"

You deadpanned, ready to tell her off. Though her expression suddenly turned devious, and you heard something from behind you.

"Miss Captain! Watch out!"

"Miss Captain! Watch out!"

You turned around sharply, pulling out your sword. You let go of Candy, but she was able to grab onto the windowsill and pull herself back inside.

A banana (At least you think it's a banana) guard roared in your face, and lunged at you. It seems the ice scouts missed this one. It clawed at your stomach, tearing the flesh and causing you to cry out in pain. The ice scouts broke open the cage, and gave Winter King his crown.

The next thing you knew, the banana guard was frozen in a block of ice, hovering right above you. It seems the blast also knocked Candy out. You cursed, getting out from underneath the guard. You were about to run to Winter, checking to see if he was okay, but you collapsed, clutching your stomach- which was bleeding profusely. Winter caught you before you hit the floor, and wrapped his arms around you.

"Are you o-"

Winter gasped, seeing your bloody midriff.

He almost started to panic, and ordered the ice scouts to go to the winter palace to prepare anything you might need. He started to pick you up in his arms, but you held your hand out to stop him.

"Winter, I can handle it. I'm captain of the royal guard for a reason-!"

You seethed, feeling air hit your open wound. You started to stand up, using Winter as an anchor. You stood up straight, breathing heavily. You started to walk on your own, however, you collapsed yet again, and fell into unconsciousness.

This is what you get for acting like you're invincible.

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You woke up, breathing in cold air. You didn't need to open your eyes to know you were back in the Winter Kingdom. You felt something gripping your hand, and you were no longer in pain. Well.. Excruciating pain, at least. You fluttered open your eyes, trying to get used to the bright blue light of the palace.

"Y- You're awake! I.."

You looked over to Winter King, who was sitting at your bedside, holding your hand. He looked disheveled and tired. He took his hands away to adjust his glasses, and cleared his throat.

"N- Now that I know you're... Okay.. I-"

He seemed unusually somber, which was way out of character, especially for him.

"How long was I out?"

"..."

"Winter. How long was I out."

"..."

"Four days."

Woah. You left your King unprotected, for four days. And judging by the dull throb where your wound was healing, it would be much longer than that. You sat up sharply, then felt a stabbing pain. You seethed and rested your hand on your midriff.

"I'm so sorry Winter, ah- My king. I can't believe I've left you unprotected for that lo-" "Shut up."

"Pardon?"

"I said, shut up."

Winter's expression was pained, and he seemed to be very conflicted with his emotions.

"You think I care about that? Why would I care about not being protected when I could have lost you!?"

He had stood up. His voice was raised and shaky. He looked as if he was about to start sobbing. He then looked just as surprised at his emotional outburst as you were.

"I.."

"I don't know what came over me, that.. What just happened, it.." "It shouldn't be possible..."

"Pardon me?"

Winter brushed his strange behavior off, and sat back down. He took your hand in his, and spoke in a calm manner.

"I apologize. What I meant, is I could care less about myself right now. I was worried you would die, haha!"

There it was. His strange optimism, though.. It felt kind of good to see him so emotional. It just went to show how much he really cared about you. You took your hand back, and moved it up to cup his face, his soft hair ticking the skin on your hand.

"Thank you."

Winter's cheeks turned pink, a nice contrast to his normal pale blue. He laughed softly, turning his face slightly away from you.

"It's what anyone would do."

He smiled sweetly at you, turning his face back to you. He stood up, bending over you to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Your face flushed, and you looked away nervously. You laughed together in a wonderful kind of oddity, before Winter stood up fully.

"Well, I suppose I should get back to ruling my Winter Wonder World, shouldn't I? If you need anything, ask me. I want to be the one to take care of you."

You nodded in response, and watched Winter gracefully glide towards the door. You snuggled up in the sheets and blankets you were surrounded by, and before Winter left, you asked him a question.

"Wait, what room am I in?"

"Oh, mine."

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Oh man, I loved this one. Here's your complimentary WK art ^^

reblog for a beginner writer?

#fandom #winter king fanart #winter king x reader #the winter king #winter king #x reader #hurt/comfort #he's so babygirl #fionna and cake x reader #fionna and cake #ice scouts #winter king x female reader #selfshipping community #oc x canon #fanfiction #fanart

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello! I was wondering (totally okay if not) if I could request a quackity x reader where there playing minwcraft or smth with a few other people and its just like moments of them annoying eachother (as a way of love if that makes sense)

Thank you 💜💜

AH YES OF COURSEEE!! ; did my best w this one, had to quote a lot of vines for this bc I'm not naturally funny and it made sense in a way

QUACKITY ; vinecraft

summary ; annoying each other while playing minecraft with some friends

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 711

masterlist

You and Alex were playing on a Minecraft survival world with Bad and Niki. It wasn't a role-play SMP or anything, just a simple survival world with the Better Minecraft mod.

"Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane Tortilla!"

y/u/n was shot by a skeleton

"Y/n did you just willingly give yourself up to those skeletons?" Quackity laughs

"in my defense, they all have chainmail and gold armour, and I have an unbreaking one iron sword and a dream"

"Language! Stop talking about that!" Bad yells

"Yeah, stop talking about pussies, Quackity!"

"Y/n!" Bad and Quackity both exclaim in different tones while Niki laughs

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FORRRR?" Quackity yells, referring to the Vine as he almost breaks his voice a bit

"I'm waiting for those creepers to kill you," you answer, clicking your mouse to swing your hand as to point behind his character

"OH MY GOD NO-"

quackity was exploded by a creeper

"MY SHIT! Y/N, NIKI, GET IT PLEASE, I HAD AN AWESOME DIAMOND HELMET"

"It's Wednesday my dudes-"

"Shut the fuck up I'm fighting a warden, I can't do this right now, Alex!"

"I wanted to be a cowboyyyy baybyyyy" quackity speaks with a shit southern accent

"please stop fucking quoting that" you snicker, "I'm on the edge of this fuckin thing, if I fall I'll die and lose the teleporting thing and your shit"

"No off topic questions. because I don't want to. no. no. you've been stopped"

"PLEASE, I JUST WANNA MAKE THE PENIS, STOP DESTROYING IT Y/N/N"

quackity keeps trying to shoot you off the ledge of the mountain where you were trying to build the base on the side of

"I said whoever keeps shooting me, your moms a hoe!"

"language!"

"you're a hoe, motherfucker!"

"quackity, watch out!"

quackity was exploded by a creeper

"AGAIN!?"

yknow that vine of that kid playing simple piano notes and the other kid getting down to it? that's like the halftime show of the stream

quackitys playing guitar and you're busting it down in game next to niki who can't stop laughing, and bad is totally silent because of all the foul language

I mean the song slapped

then quackity got absolutely sniped by a skeleton while he was on two hearts

"What the fuck is up Kyle? no, what did you say? what the fuck, dude? step the fuck up kyle!"

quackity gets all up close with the mic to literally inhale it, "y/n i love you but my names not Kyle"

"WHATRE THOSE???"

"They are my crocs."

"Actually why do you own crocs? red flag, we're breaking up and I'm dating niki now"

"You move on quickly" quackity mumbles and rolls his eyes

nicki smiles before speaking, "because I'm better than you, quackity"

"Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does"

"Y/n you've spent 85% of this stream quoting Vines"

"Yeah I know, it's because I hate you"

"Wait what?"

when quackity brings up how he lived in the southern hemisphere and talks about living in Mexico, he pauses to breathe and you take the opportunity while you have it

"country boy I love youuuuuuuu. ah"

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"BAHAHHAH"

"I can't be here anymore"

we've all seen the "Hey ron" "Hey billy" meme I think

you'll break into the base through the ceiling to get back in because you're working on a tunnel trailing through the inside of the cliff up to the top as the entrance

"Hey quackity" you say as you land next to quackity trying to sort through chests

"Hey y/n"

you scream as quackity sits down with some pizza in the middle of stream

he screams, "stop, you almost made me drop my pizza!"

yk that meme w the kid w the broomstick doing some anime pose battle shit? here's that one

you'll be swinging your sword around and spamming emotes "don't fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side! AHHHH"

"who gave you the right to speak? You're on trial for breaking Bad's space bar!" Quackity exclaims

"I got it working again!!"

"let's do the fork in the garbage disposal!"

cue spamming emotes and lagging your games til they crash 💀💀💀

"love yourself! accept yourself!"

you became a positivity priest while quackity became a drug dealer

really splitting this world into two sides now LMFAO

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackityhq x reader #quackity oneshot #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

[hoodharlow]

So I'd Rather Just

AN: everyone thank @sativachilombo <3 gif by @harlowgifs

Requested? My prima Kat

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1.9k words

"Sober and focused, I cannot walk down no deli alleys

I still got the fellas 'round me, I love 'em and tell 'em proudly

My mama needs help adjusting, my father needs help accounting

I'm lookin' out heaven's window, I know that there's hell around me and—"

Miriam looked down at the monitor as Jack finished the last of his song. She motioned for him to walk out of the frame. She held out her hand and counted to five with her fingers. She closed her hand into a tight fist, letting the camera guy turn off the camera. 

"Okay and cut! That's a wrap!" She yelled. 

All the crew clapped and some of Jack's friends went to hug him. They were in Denver to film Jack's music video for Denver. Miriam was directing the music video and she thought they should film it in Colorado. So for the week they went to Denver. The mountain side was the last scene left to film and they finally finished it. He did a few where he was in his hotel suite with his friends, where he was on stage and where he was at a strip club having an existential crisis. 

Miriam looked over to one of the random goats roaming around and walked up to it. She squatted in front of him and began talking to it. 

"Jack, you were so good. This is gonna be a good one." The goat blinked and walked away. She used a boulder to push herself up. 

Jack was standing behind her with his hands on his hips. "You're not funny."

"Sorry, I saw white and a messy beard and confused y'all." Miria shrugged. 

Urban and Nemo coughed, hiding their laughs.

She went over to the camera crew and showed them her notes. She had outlined what she wanted for the music video and how to edit it. Jack watched one of the guys stare at her chest as she fluffed her hair back. She decided to opt out from wearing a bra under her halter top. Her nipples were on full display. Every so often the guy would look at them as Miriam talked. 

"Okay, if you have it done by Monday so we drop it on Wednesday that would be great." Neelam told the camera crew. She turned to Miriam. "If that's all, then we can head back to town. Are you guys going to your grandparents's place or back to the hotel?"

"We're going to your grandparents, right?" Jack asked Miriam.

"Whatever you want." She shrugged, wrapping her arms on his side. "Just know it's three hours from here."

"Yeah, let's go back to the hotel. We can drive in the morning." Jack nodded. 

They went hand in hand back to Miriam's G-Wagon. Jack helped Miriam into her side. He went over to Urban and his other friends and they briefly chatted on where to meet up for dinner. He bro-hugged them then walked back to the car. He was about to back out when a goat stood in front of them.

Miriam stuck her head out and yelled, "Jack quítate!" at it. With that the goat walked. 

"I hate you." Jack mumbled, as he gripped her headrest to go in reverse. 

"Then why do I have this?" She showed him the jewelry on her left hand.

"You're worth $25 million, I'd be an idiot not to give you that." He said, trying not to laugh. "I'm joking, I gave you that because I love you and I wanna grow old with you." 

"Mhm," she rolled her eyes.

"I'll even let you play whatever you want." Jack offered his phone to her.

"I mean this is my car so I should be able to play whatever I want." She said, queueing up 'Pocketful of Sunshine' as 'Drop the World' by Lil Wayne played.

"There's so many fucking goats." Jack commented as they drove.

"Fun fact, these goats aren't native to Colorado. They were brought in from Montana in 1947 for aesthetic and hunting purposes." Miriam explained. 

"Fucking nerd–"

"TAKE ME AWAYYYY, TO A SECRET PLACE. A SWEET ESCAPE, TAKE ME AWAYYY" Miriam belted out, cutting him off. 

Jack rolled his eyes and let her enjoy her white girl song. By the time they reached the actual highway that led them to Denver, they were hit with traffic. Miriam lowered the music and pulled herself into a ball. She rested her head on the headrest and dozed off. Jack took off his jacket and draped it over her. Almost two hours later they finally got to their hotel. 

"We might as well have gone to Aspen." Miriam grumbled. 

She got out of the car bent over backwards to stretch. She effortlessly pulled herself up without her hands and then twisted herself, cracking her back.

"Glow Stick, are you done?" Jack asked.

"No." Miriam said, proceeding to crack her knuckles and wrists. She pulled her curls into a messy bun. "Now I am."

Jack rolled his eyes. He grabbed their things from the backseat and they went straight to their room. 

Miriam began stripping and kicked off her leggings and top. She tossed her panties at Jack and went in the shower. He followed right behind her. Jack pressed himself onto Miriam, gently pushing her against the tile wall. He bent down and nipped at her neck. One of his hands went in between her thighs. 

"You're wet." He murmured against her neck.

"Yeah because I'm in the shower." She giggled. 

Jack pouted. "I wanna eat you out."

"Well I wanna eat dinner, so…"

They finished showering. Miriam changed into some KentuckyBoyTyler jeans and a simple cropped white tee and her Vans. She went in her tote and took out a big stack of ones. She weighed it in her hand and guessed it was about a thousand dollars.

"Is this yours?" She asked him. 

"Yeah I wanted to recreate the strip club scene." 

 "With only a thousand dollars? Kehlani threw more at me. Plus, I can't stand seeing you go through it when I shake ass."

"Given your talent it shouldn't surprise you that I look devastated." Jack said sarcastically. 

Miriam threw her empty tote at him, making him laugh. "Fuck you! Do you know how hard it is to twerk whilst doing the splits?"

*

Miriam opened one of the takeout bags they got for their leftovers and took out a slice of pizza. She ate while a handful of Jack's fans took pictures with him. They spotted Jack and Miriam while they ate but when they went to pay the fans followed them out, asking for pictures with Jack. Miriam went in the car to wait for him, but she was ready in case his fans got too in his face. She took mental notes of the videos she'd seen of his manager herd him away from fans. He waved goodbye at them and sauntered back to Miriam.

"Hi Mr. Popular." She said, singing popular like Kristen Chenoweth in Wicked.

"Yeah, yeah," he waved her off. 

The drive back to the hotel wasn't long. They retreated to their suite. Jack changed into his grey muscle tank and the grey sweats he wore when they filmed in the hotel room. Miriam took off her clothes and put on the yellow and brown striped shirt Jack wore. She plopped herself in the middle of the bed and scrolled through the channels to see what was on. Scoob was on Cartoon Network so she let it play. She tuned in just in time because a snippet of Jack's song played when the Scooby gang went trick or treating. 

"I always forget I made that song." Jack said, laying next to her. 

"That's literally my favorite song. Don't ever disrespect Yikes like that." She frowned. 

"What if I get a little disrespectful with you?" He quirked an eyebrow at her. 

"Okay." She smiled innocently. 

Jack pounced on her. He knelt in front of her and spread her legs so he'd have more room. They began kissing and nipping at each other. He kissed up her body, pushing his shirt up. One of his hands went down to tug her panties off, but she stopped him.

"Shit, I thought…" he said apologetically, sitting up. 

"No, I just wanna do this first." She pushed him against the pillows and got in between his legs. 

Miriam pushed back the sleeves of his shirt and laid on her stomach with her ass in the air. Jack tugged down his sweats. Miriam kept her brown eyes on Jack's blue ones as she took his cock and slowly stroked him. Her mouth practically watered at it. She sucked his tip and licked his sides.

"I wanted to call cut and spend hours doing this when we were filming you in bed." She muttered as she stroked him.

"Hours? You know I can't even last ten minutes when you– fuck!" He threw his head back feeling himself deep in Miriam's mouth. 

Miriam’s eyes never left Jack’s as she took him back in her mouth. His stomach began to contract after a few bobs, letting her know that he was close. Slowly, she pulled him out of her mouth until only his tip rested on her tongue. She widened her eyes, making her look more innocent as she stroked him. 

"Let me come in you." He panted. 

"You are?" She said in a duh tone.

"Your pussy smartass." He reached forward to her ass and smacked it.

"How do you want me?" She asked him. 

"Stay like that." Jack said, getting out of bed. 

He got behind her and pressed her back down so that only her ass was in the air for him. He knelt in front of her and aligned himself to her entrance, slowly pushing himself in her. Miriam quietly gasped as he slid in her. His hands gripped her waist, slowly rocking his hips into her.  

As the minutes passed, his thrusts got rougher, and Miriam couldn’t hold back. She begged Jack to keep fucking her at that irritatingly slow and rough pace she loved. He leaned over, his chest against her back. His lips kissed all over her neck as he continued to fuck Miriam. She pushed her hips back against him, lazily meeting his thrusts. Miriam pushed back her hips rougher to meet his thrusts. He gripped the long sleeve she wore with one hand, using it as an anchor, while the other went back down to her clit. Jack worked his fingers roughly as he pushed his hips into Miriam. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her quiet praises filled the room, egging him on. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before her orgasm took over. Jack’s orgasm followed soon after, pushing himself deep inside. 

"Good?" He asked a few minutes later. 

"Like always." She hummed contently.

Her phone went off. She reached for it and rolled on her back while Jack laid next to her, toying with the hem of the shirt. 

"Solana sent me some teasers to post for Snooze since it comes out tomorrow." She said, showing him a picture of Jack sitting by SZA. 

"I can't believe you had me eat fries that were on her ass." Jack chuckled.

"You're right, that should have been me." 

"Personally I would rather eat our come off your pussy." He said, swiping his fingers in between her legs. 

"If you wanna eat me out just say that." She rolled her eyes. 

Jack smirked, "Actually, I want you to sit on my face." 

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[velvetstreets]

DENVER.

**edit- a/n: for reference, let’s pretend his therapist is named Anne.

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“Hey.” You said, wrapping your arms around his waist and gently pressing your head into his back.

“Hey, baby.” He hummed, his hands coming to rest on top of yours, giving them a squeeze before he turned in your embrace; his arms now around your shoulders and bringing you into his chest.

“You okay? I know this was a hard one to write and put out, and now film,” you pointed out. “But it’s really good, Jack. Real honest.”

Jack couldn’t help but smile to himself. You always knew when he was off, he didn’t have to say anything, you just knew. He also appreciated that you didn’t push him to talk about anything, but rather gave a gentle knock on the metaphorical door that led to a room of his feelings; letting him know you were there when he was ready.

“Yeah I’m okay. Sorta. You know how it is.” He said, resting his chin on top of your head. “S’nice being out here though. Helps a lot.” He murmured, looking out at the view before him; the rocky terrain carrying over the multiple mountains of Denver before him. It was quiet, the only sounds being the cool winds and the sway of grass, with some occasional mountain goats walking around.

“Good, I’m glad.” You said, peering up at him, you hand coming up to encase his jaw, thumb stroking over his beard.

“You help a lot with it too. You make it feel… —lighter.” He told you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I know it’s not your job to do so; I have Anne to help deal with this, and I don’t wanna use you to burden you with all of my-“

“Shhhh.” You shushed him before he could spiral.

“You’re not using me, and you could never burden me with your feelings,” you told him sternly. You didn’t care how many times you’d have to say it if it helped get it through his head.

“Yeah you have Anne, and I think she’s been really good for you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna know all of this. All of you.” You said, pressing a palm to his chest.

You felt his breathing calm and regulate itself as you did so. It was incredible how reactive he was to your touch.

“—you have your own demons,”

“That I do. And when it gets bad, you help me— just like I help you.” You affirmed.

“We’re a team, remember? You and I. We don’t have to go through it alone anymore, Jack. No matter what those stupid little voices say in the back of your mind. We’re a team.” You declared.

“We’re a team.” Jack nodded and kissed your forehead.

The two of you stood there for a few minutes, embracing eachother as you looked out to the horizon, taking in the peacefulness until someone from the crew yelled out, signaling for you all to continue to the next location.

Jack intertwined his hand with yours, swinging it back and forth while you walked back to everyone else.

“I can’t believe you picked up the goat-“ you snorted.

“You wanted a picture!”

“I did, and I got one, thank you.” You giggled, pulling his hand up to press a kiss into the skin.

“S’a little bittersweet we have to leave Jack Jr, behind though, he was so cute.” He hummed.

“You did not name him-“ you laughed.

“He’s a white goat with a beard, tell me that’s not me?” He said, one eyebrow raised in question.

You laughed loudly as he let go of your hand to now wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.

“Oh I’m so glad we got that on camera,” you pointed to the videographer who’s camera was panned toward you.

“I love you.” You cheesed.

“I love you too. Thanks for coming out here and doing this with me.”

“Of course, anytime, you know this.”

And he did know that. He grinned, pressing another kiss to your temple.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fic

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 6: Missing Someone

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: It’s time to tell all and talk about each other’s pasts

Word Count: 2,417

Content/Warnings: ANGST, kissing, use of pet names, no-good exs, crying and near-crying, miscommunication but it’s resolved

Author’s Note: I was gonna make it bad, but then I realized, it’s not like this couple to have a huge blowout fight and misunderstanding. They’re too good at talking it out.

Shoutout to my childhood friend I visited last week for helping me write this. He won’t read it, but I appreciate him indulging my thought process. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Below is the song which inspired this chapter. It makes me very sad tbh. I skip it a lot when listening.

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You and Ari were going to build a new dresser in your bedroom. It had been nearly six months of being together officially. Your old furniture was breaking down already, so the two of you had gone shopping. Ari insisted he was just going so that he could provide his truck for hauling it, but you knew that wasn’t the case when he turned down the first three you liked.

“No, that one won’t match the wood grains of your cabin.”

“What’s the material on that one? Pressed composite? No good.”

“Sure Duchess, that one could work…if you’re blind.”

You rolled your eyes at that last one,

holding back a laugh. Sure, those were valid reasons, but any minor criticism was something you took personally. He didn’t even live with you! Finally, you’d gotten him to agree to a nice, subtle piece that complemented your bed frame without clashing against the rest of the cabin. The only issue was, you had to build it.

Once the two of you had gotten home from the furniture store, you were exhausted. Not only from the shopping, but from long drive since you had to go to the nearest city with hopes of finding anything good.

After eating dinner, you and Ari settled on the couch together, cuddling to catch up on the show you two were binging at the moment. Sure, you usually preferred to do things away from screens, but sometimes, there was nothing that could replace classic, trashy TV. The dresser could wait. Ari was laying on his back and you were laying directly on top of him, ear over his steady heartbeat until you drifted to sleep.

You began to stir awake and stretch when you realized the TV wasn’t playing anymore. Strong hands stroked your back and your eyelids fluttered open. Your sleepy pupils sparkled and dilated as you moved your chin to Ari’s chest to see him looking down at you the same way, him not even realizing the way he smiled when you were within this eye sight.

“Well good morning handsome.” Your voice was full of sleep.

“Good morning.” Ari leaned forward to kiss your nose as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Looks like it really is morning. 2:47 am.”

You hummed in response. “I think we kinda threw off our sleep schedule with what was supposed to be a nap.”

Ari nodded and laughed. “Oh definitely. But now we’ve got all this time to be productive. You wanna build that dresser?”

You groaned and threw your head into his chest, smushing it your nose and mouth. “Yeah, I guess so.”

You groaned and sighed before your muffled voice came out against his pecs again. “Lemme go pee first.”

You pushed off of Ari’s chest, causing him to exhale most of the air in his lungs with a laugh before he watched you scurry to the bathroom.

Ari got up and walked toward your room to get started on the dresser while he waited for you. Just as he sat on the floor straddling the instructions and some spare parts, he heard a buzzing coming from the nightstand, lighting up your dim bedroom.

“Duchess, your phone is ringing.” He yelled out the bedroom door.

“You can get it. I’ll be out soon. It could be important since they’re calling this time of night.” He heard your faint response.

With a groan, Ari stood up again and took the few large strides towards your nightstand, picking up the phone off the charger. The number wasn’t saved.

“Hello?”

“Hey, is that you? I miss you s’much. You should come over.” A man slurred from the other side of the line.

Ari was confused. He knew the area code of the phone number wasn’t from around here, but who was this man and why was he calling at this hour?

“Who is this?” Ari gritted out the words. He was beginning to feel something. There was anger, there was frustration. He was hurt that this seemed like something that was kept from him. The man on the other side of the line continued to call out your name.

“It’s me. It’s Oscar. Where are you? My bed’s cold.”

That got Ari. It hit him where it hurts and he felt a pang in his chest. He hung up the phone and stalked over to the bathroom where you were washing your hands as his hands shook. You hadn’t looked up yet.

“Hey Bear, was it anything important?” You were met with silence, only Ari’s heavy breathing and the sound of running water filling the air. When he finally spoke up, you could hear a near-growl in his voice.

“Who is Oscar?” Your head darted up and your wide eyes met his through the mirror. You shut off the water, dried your hands, and turned around.

“He’s no one. No one that we should be concerned about, anyway. Why did he call?”

You could see the worry on Ari’s brow and the tears that threatened to fill his reddening eyes. “He said his bed was cold. He misses you. Is there something I don’t know?”

You broke your gaze with Ari, looking at your shifting feet on the cool floor while you fiddled with your fingertips. You took a deep breath and a step towards Ari, surprised by him taking a step back. He’d been hurt before and he didn’t need it coming from you, too. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his distance.

“Oscar is my ex. I should’ve known it would be him calling at this hour.” Ari’s look of hurt took on even more emotion; it was his turn to be confused.

“So he calls you often at this time of night? When I’m not around? And you don’t tell me? Do you always pick it up?”

You shook your head, reaching out to Ari, glad that this time he let your set your hands on his waist.

“No.” You whispered back, your watery gaze meeting his. “I know you and I have been a little private with our pasts, but I think it’s time we tell each other everything.”

Ari nodded as you followed him to the couch. A place where you two had just had your bodies pressed together found you sitting on opposite ends, your legs criss-crossed in front of you and Ari’s long legs out to the side. You weren’t touching at all as you pulled a pillow up against your chest for comfort and took a deep breath, preparing to start.

You told Ari everything. All about the relationship. The expectations, the lies, the late night phone calls, the broken promises, the new girl after the breakup. He nodded along, keeping a mostly level face, although he maintained a mild layer of disgust. How could someone so awful keep you for so long? You were too good for Oscar. Heck, Ari thought to himself, you were too good for him, too. But he would spend the rest of his life becoming better for you if he had to.

As Ari was taking it all in, you continued on. “Mostly during the relationship, but even for a few months after, he would still call me late at night. It’s been over a year since the last time. I honestly thought he would’ve forgotten all about me by now. I don’t have his contact saved anymore. Something must’ve happened, though. But it’s not my problem. He was always whiskey drunk and saying he missed me, just like this time, but I knew that wasn’t the case.”

You looked up at Ari. He seemed like he was beginning to understand. “When we were dating, I fell for it. I fell for all the sweet, yearning things he would say, and I’d come over. We’d dance down the hallway and fall into his bed. We’d lay there and talk, well, it was almost always him doing the talking and lying until the sun came up. I really lost my voice over that whole thing.”

Ari felt such deep sadness for you. His favorite thing was when you would talk passionately about something random or speak your mind against the popular opinion. To hear that someone took that away, someone didn’t appreciate you and your amazing qualities, made him want to scream. His jaw clenched and he kept his silence, grateful for the full insight on your life. If Ari ever met Oscar, well, who knows what would happen to that punk?

Your voice began to break as you sniffled. “I know he wasn’t trying to hurt me, or break my heart, but I felt used. Like I was a late night lonely drug. I know he thought he loved me, and he would say that I was all he wanted, but I think he just wanted someone. At one point, I wished that I was that one he wanted, but I think a part of me always knew I wasn’t.”

Ari had crept closer again over the duration of your story. He pulled you in tight to his chest and rubbed your back as you wept, tears staining his old t-shirt. He had no idea how someone so awful could bring down someone so amazing, so angelic. You were everything. The sun rose and and set on you for Ari.

He pulled away and set his eyes deeply on yours, his hands holding your fingers. “I’m so sorry, Angel. I’m sorry you had to go through that. You deserve the world. Anyone who can’t see that was never worthy to even be in your presence.” He kissed your forehead and your eyes gently closed at the gesture as a soft smile graced your face again at his true, genuine sweetness.

“You are the world. You’re my world, and I’m going to spend as long as I have to so you can see how much you mean to me. Every day, I’m going to do everything I can to give you the love you deserve. To show you just how much I really, truly, honestly love you.”

You sat there, mouth agape in shock. There it was. That was the first time either of you had dared to say the L-word to each other. It wasn’t haphazardly thrown out there as a last-ditch effort to stay. It wasn’t overused and thin. It was heavy, it was intentional, and it was true. It carried such a weight to it, but your were sure Ari wouldn’t have dropped it had he not meant the word with his whole soul.

You felt it too, though. That was the part that astounded you. There was no other person who you believed could ever hold a place so fitting for the word love. There was only Ari.

“I love you, too.” You spoke firmly, gazing into his bright blue eyes, lit up extra from his beaming smile. His hand moved up to your cheek and he leaned in for a kiss. His soft lips met yours as your tongues danced together. There was no greed, no rush. Just love.

When you pulled away, you rested your foreheads against each other. You sighed and giggled. “While I’m out here being honest. I feel like there’s something else I should tell you.”

Ari’s head tilted to the side, confused on what other bombshell you could be hiding. The truth was, you had never been completely forthright with your thoughts.

“Did I do something to make you feel like you couldn’t be honest with me before?” You could hear the wavering in his tone. After such a vulnerable moment, what else could be coming?

“No, no, that’s not at all what’s going on. It’s just…ugh….” You were beginning to grow frustrated with yourself. There was so much you kept locked inside as a result of how Oscar hurt you. You were elated it was coming out for Ari to see. He deserved to know every side of you, but words were hard to formulate in the right way.

“I’m sorry. I want to communicate more openly with you. But it’s scary. I thought when you found out about everything with Oscar, you’d judge me for it. You’d look at me differently.” He shook his head, about to speak up before you cut him off.

“I want to be able to explain it all fully. I should’ve told you all this sooner. I knew once I gave you everything, it would lock me in. It would have solidified everything in a way we can’t come back from. You knowing all the details of my life. I didn’t want it to blow up, because I knew if it did, I would never recover. If I’m being honest, I was so scared to give it all over to you because I’ll never get it back.”

Ari’s blew out a puff of air, processing your words. He simply nodded, allowing you to finish. He completely understood where you were coming from. To trust someone so deeply again after pain like that was the scariest thing he could think of, and he was going through it, too. He was just glad you did trust him. Because he’d give you everything you deserved and more in a heartbeat. The two of you weren’t locked in to anything bad at all, you were just securing yourselves in something you already knew.

After all the heaviness, you made an attempt to lighten the mood. “And, I think you should know, I’m completely capable of assembling a dresser by myself. There are just some times I ask you for help because I want to spend time with you. Not because I need it.”

You winked and Ari heartily laughed in response. “Is that also why you asked me if I needed help cooking dinner last week?”

It was your turn to laugh, throwing you head back before pulling it forward and shaking it back and forth. “No. Sometimes I offer help because I can’t stand to watch as you do something wrong.”

Ari playfully rolled his eyes and pulled you in close for one of his signature bear hugs. He spoke into your hair. “Well, I’m just happy you keep me around. And I’m always happy to do whatever, right by your side, like a true partner. I love you.”

You both inhaled each other’s scents deeply. “I love you, too.”

When you pulled away, Ari opened up and told you everything about his past, too.

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Bonus A/N: reverence is rare and lies are plentiful

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[hypnoneghoul]

sorry not sorry abt this but ehehe

you know that one hayden interview where he says “rock out with our cocks out“ or smth like that

yeah what abt that but swissalps… like idkhow the technical side will go but yknow… practice session shenanigans?

okay i know this deserves thousands of words but alas i couldn't do that much and i wanna scream BUT its hot and silly as fuck at the end so enjoy

Swiss was a menace.

It was a widely known fact, best known by Mountain, but sometimes the earth ghoul still made the mistake of expecting something to go normal.

This time, it was a practice session. Swiss proposed the two of them go and have a jam session, just for fun. They did, but it was not what first came to Mountain’s mind at the offer.

Clench of Swiss’ ass around his dick made him snap out of his thoughts.

“Fuck,” the earth ghoul hissed, bucking up into the tight warmth engulfing him. “You feel so good, darling.”

“Y– yeah, shit,” Swiss moaned, bouncing with the movement of Mountain’s thighs. They sat behind his drumset and his feet were planted on the bass drum pedals, keeping a nearly perfect rhythm. He started out with sticks in his hands, too, but they were quickly abandoned in favor of groping Swiss’ all over. “Love your big fucking cock, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too, darling,” Mountain grunted and went on stomping down on the pedals and tensing the muscles of his thighs, fucking his dick deeper into the multi ghoul’s ass.

Practice session.

One particularly harsh roll of the multi ghoul’s hips sent the two of them off the little drumming stool, Mountain falling on his back behind the drum set, Swiss on top of him. Thankfully, their platforms at home weren’t the crates that were used on tour, otherwise that fall wouldn’t be so funny. Here there even was a carpet.

Swiss leaned forward to kiss the wheeze from the earth ghoul’s lips, slotting his own against them and all but shoving his tongue inside the other’s mouth.

“Hmpf,” he huffed, grabbing his hips once again. Swiss ground down, slotting Mountain’s cock right against his prostate. They both moaned, swallowing each other’s noises.

The multi ghoul continued to grind down, rubbing his cock between his and Mountain’s bellies, as he clinged to him, occasionally bucking his hips up involuntarily. Neither of them had to warn the other when they got close, knowing each other’s bodies too well. When Swiss’ legs started to shake and when Mountain’s noises got louder, the multi ghoul started rolling his hips with more purpose.

“Shit, oh– fuck,” he cried out. Mountain agreed with his own loud whine and in no time at all the both of them were shooting their loads as they shuddered through their respective orgasms. Swiss flopped down flat on top of the earth ghoul and he held him as they were slowly coming down from their highs.

Soon, Swiss slipped off of Mountain’s dick with a groan and rolled over onto his side.

“I’ll get some water from the storage,” he said with a peck to the other’s cheek. “Be right back.”

“Mhm…” the earth ghoul hummed in affirmation. As if he was planning on going anywhere in that state, completly fucked out. Swiss slinked away, but before the opening of any doors could be heard, the multi ghoul called out.

“Hey, look!” he yelled, laughing, and Mountain lolled his head to the side. The wheeze that had left him once he saw, nearly made him choke on his own spit.

“Swiss, my heart,” he giggled, all but rolling on the floor. “I love you, but what the fuck?”

There the multi ghoul was, on his platform, dancing fully naked like he usually would during Dance Macabre. The thing he seemed so proud of was, apparently, his soft cock just… swinging around.

“Helicopter!”

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[mykneeshurt]

So happy your requests are open! Would love to see your take on Alex Keller. Smut of course. Dealers' choice, I'd only ask no noncon or dubcon.

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Here you go my little pickle ❤️

Protector/bodyguard - established relationship

Alex Keller x F!reader

Warnings - minors DNI, 18+, explicit smut

A/N - I know nothing about computers, coding or hacking lmao

Protection

You weren’t sure wether work could get anymore boring on a rainy Wednesday afternoon, but here you were. Proved wrong. Again. Price had left a mountain of work for you to do, intel he wanted double checking, maps he wanted upgrading, a new location for a safe house. If you were being honest he was being a bit of a prick.

Needing to stretch your legs you wandered to the kitchen for coffee. Shitty ass office coffee. The kettle boiled and you went to fetch milk from the fridge. Lo and behold there was none. Slamming the fridge shut you stormed back to your office. Could today get any worse?

Evidently. It could.

There was a pop up on your screen that you’d not seen before. Investigating further you found that a piece of code you’d been working on, to find a terrorist group, had worked. You’d broken their code. ‘Price! Get in here! Now!’ You yelled at the top of your lungs. ‘Why? Haven’t I given you enough work?!’

‘You’re gonna wanna see this!’

His footsteps echoed down the hallway as he ran towards your office. ‘What’s up love?’

Spinning in your chair you had a huge grin on your face, looking rather proud. ‘Well, you know that group in Al Mazrah? Moving weapons. That you’ve been struggling to find for months? This is their co-ordinates.’ Smug wouldn’t even begin to describe how you looked.

Price planted both hands on your shoulders, congratulating you. ‘Well I never. Well done love. I’ll let the boys know!’ He fired off a few texts and began looking at the screen with you. As you both tried to locate it on the map suddenly the cursor began to move on its own. ‘What the fuck?’ You whispered squinting at the screen, ‘someone’s taken control of the computer?’

Price looked over your shoulder just as confused. Until it dawned on you. ‘Oh fuck!’ You yelled, jumping up from your chair. Hand over your mouth your chest heaved. ‘What? What’s wrong?!’ Price half spoke, half shouted. ‘It’s them! They’ve hacked me back! Oh fuck oh fuck!’

Without thinking you yanked the plug out from the socket, the computer shutting down. Screen now black. ‘Shit. I’ll let Laswell know-.’ You cut him off before he could continue. ‘I don’t know what they’ve seen John! They could have taken anything from my computer! My name? My address? This place?!’

Panic swelled inside you, chest tight, walls closing in as your heart thumped in your chest. You felt dizzy. ‘Hey hey hey! Sh sh sh’ he cooed, pulling you into a tight hug. ‘I’ll get Laswell on this. Go home, grab the essentials. I’ll have someone waiting for you there, they’ll take you to a safe house. Let’s keep you locked down till we know what’s happened.’

———

After grabbing some essentials; toothbrush, toothpaste, clean pants, comfy clothes, meds and of course wine you ran back downstairs. A black 4x4 was already say outside, just like Price had said.

As you locked your door a familiar voice chirped up behind you. ‘How’d I know it was you causing trouble?’ Spinning round you caught site of an old friend. Alex Keller. ‘Oh my god! Alex!’ You jumped into his arms, giving him a warm hug. ‘So you’re the one Price sent to look after me eh?’

‘Unfortunately’ he chuckled, ‘come on get in, we need to move.’

You spent the car ride catching up with your old friend, exchanging war stories, joking, laughing. It was easy to forget they may be a target on your head.

The safe house was a small flat on the second floor of a run down complex. You pulled a face when you saw it, making Alex chuckle. ‘It’s been a long time since I stayed in one of these. Jesus’ you sighed. Clapping you on the back Alex took your bag and led the way.

The flat wasn’t too bad, it was clean, even if the wall paper was hanging on for dear life. The floor was worn, blackout blinds on every window and the distinct musty smell that only a safe house would have. ‘How long you keeping me here?’ You asked as you wandered around, learning the layout. ‘Couple days tops. Laswell’s on it, should know soon enough if they got any info on you.’

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t help but laugh, ‘it would be me wouldn’t it.’ Alex smiled as he removed his bulletproof vest and hoodie. You had missed him. ‘Loving the whiskers’ you chuckled as you swiped your thumb over his facial hair. ‘Im gonna go shower, need to wash as much of this day off me as possible.’

After your shower you felt slightly more relaxed, comfortable clothes and the smell of food coming from the kitchen. Alex had microwaved two meals, a spaghetti carbonara for you, and a bolognaise for him. Giggling you ran back to fetch the wine from your bag, a merlot, one of your favourites.

Setting it down Alex looked at you in disbelief, ‘really?’ You nodded enthusiastically ‘Price told me to pack essentials. Soooo …’ you shrugged gesturing to the wine.

You both enjoyed dinner, Alex cleaned up while your settled on the sofa, wine in hand. ‘You gonna have a glass with me?’ You asked, hopeful. He shook his head ‘can’t while I’m protecting your ass can I?’ Pouting you tried your best to flash him your most innocent and sad puppy dog eyes. ‘Pretty please?’ He rolled his eyes while he bit his lip, ‘I guess I can have one. For you.’

‘Well, lucky you there’s only enough left for one. I may be on my third glass’ you grimaced.

He settled down on the sofa and sipped the wine, you weren’t sure if you were more tipsy than you gave yourself credit for. But Alex looked … handsome. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed the wine, how his tongue left a trail of saliva on his lips. His splayed hips, taught muscles under his t-shirt.

Jesus what were you thinking.

You felt a heat pooling in your stomach as you studied him, a want, a need. His face lit up as he scrolled on his phone, completely oblivious to your growing need for him. ‘So, fill me in are you seeing anyone?’ You asked, as you finished the last of your wine. ‘Nah. I was seeing someone for a bit but she couldn’t cope with me being away for months on end’ he shrugged, ‘what about you?’

‘Same, the dating pool seems pretty thin. It gets pretty … lonely’ you bit your lip, averting your gaze from him.

Putting his phone away he placed all his attention on you. ‘Bullshit. How are you single? Or at least not even dating. If I remember rightly on our nights out you’d have a pick of the bunch.’

‘Getting old now Alex’ you winked.

‘Shut up. You could have anyone you wanted.’

‘Anyone?’ You asked, narrowing your gaze at him. He swallowed, hard. ‘You’re drunk.’

‘And you’re handsome’ you whispered as leant over to stroke his thigh.

Sensing no hesitation from him you slipped onto his lap, thighs spread wide as you gulped the last of his wine. You played with his dog tags between your fingers. The metal warm from resting on his skin. ‘Do you want me to stop Alex?’ You asked as you held his gaze, you felt him try to readjust his hips as you sank yourself lower. He shook his head. ‘Words handsome.’

‘N-no’ he stammered.

Pressing your torso against his you rolled your hips, his cock hard beneath you. Hovering your lips just above his you whispered ‘what do you want me to do to you?’ His breath visibly caught in his chest at your words. ‘God … anything you want.’

‘Mmm good boy’ you hummed.

You pushed your lips to his, pulling him into the kiss. The fire in your pussy raged as he trailed his hands down your ribs and onto your waist, holding you there. Throwing your arms around his neck you wound your fingers in his hair. He coaxed your mouth open to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipped over yours as he encouraged you to grind on his hips. The pressure danced along your clit as he moved your hips back and forth.

‘Fuck’ you breathed as you broke the kiss ‘you feel so big.’ He whined at your praise as he lent in to kiss you again. But you stopped him, instead climbing off him and nuzzling yourself in between his thighs. Undoing his belt you smiled up at him greedily, pulling his boxers down just enough to free his cock. Your mouth watered at the sight.

You kissed the top of his cock, causing him to whimper under his breath. With a swipe of your tongue you licked from the base to top, tantalisingly slow. Eyes locked on his the entire time. He gripped onto the sofa, bucking his hips. Placing gentle kisses along his shaft you watched as he tried to keep still, veins protruding from his hands. ‘Fuck … please’ he muttered, voice cracking.

You hummed against his cock, smiling at how quickly he’d become a whimpering pathetic mess. Taking him into your mouth you bobbed your head, allowing saliva to overflow from your lips. His breathing became shallow, fast, desperate. He placed his hands at the back of your head, gently pressing you down as far as your mouth would allow you. Gagging you dug your nails into his thighs, tears pricked the corner of your eyes as he tested your gag reflex.

He writhed beneath you, whispered moans, strangled whimpers as you swallowed his cock. The salty taste of precum danced on your tongue, signalling it was time to stop. Pulling back saliva dripped from your mouth, drawing in a large breath you looked up at him. His pupils blown wide, his eyes now appeared black. ‘Fuck’ he murmured.

You climbed onto his lap, but not before removing your trousers and panties. Holding his cock you ran it along your cunt, coating it with your arousal. ‘You gonna fuck me Alex? You gonna make me cum?’

‘God … yes, you’re so wet’ he said as he gripped your bare thighs.

Sinking down his cock stretched you open, filling you perfectly. You both moaned, placing your foreheads against one another. He moved you again, making you grind on him, his pubic bone added the right amount of pressure to your clit. Taking back control you began to bounce, he held your ass as you took his cock. The sound of skin slapping filled the tiny flat as you both became breathless.

Alex pulled you into a kiss, making you grind once more ‘need to feel you cum baby’ he purred. ‘So close … fuck’ you panted. You took his hand and placed it on your clit, he moved his fingers in small circles as he felt your pussy tighten around him. ‘Don’t fucking stop’ you ordered burying your face in his neck.

With one more circular motion you came around his cock, you whined into his skin as you rocked your hips back and forth. ‘Shit Alex!’ His breath became ragged as he tip toed on the verge of his own orgasm. Feeling him tense beneath you, you moved yourself up and down coaxing him to finish. ‘Fill me Alex, cum in my pussy’ you said as you nipped his ear.

He slammed your hips down on his cock, hard, once, twice, three times. On the final thrust he came, his eyes screwed shut, mouth agape as he struggled for air. He wrapped his arms around you as his cock pulsed inside you. You felt full, satiated. Grinning you bit your lip, ‘that was amazing.’

He nodded in agreement, ‘fuck, if you ever need protecting again lemme know.’

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[spadecentral]

🍄 A Mushroom-Loving Boy | Jade Leech x Reader

>> requested: no >> a/n: yayyy happy birthday @epelys!!

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: youre goddamn smitten for jade >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): second person; yuu ≠ you; reader is depicted to be shorter than jade

As eccentric as you were, you didn't know if this was going to be the best idea. Staring at the field of flowers, you didn't know which ones to pick for your crush. You knew that if you didn't pick the right ones, there was a high chance he would hate you for all of eternity. Reaching down to pick a hydrangea, you paused.

It had finally hit you, that he didn't like flowers. For the seven's sake, he had a club that ventured into the mountains! On top of that, he's even offered you some mushroom soup! Standing back up, you made a bee-line for Ramshackle dorm.

Entering the building, you went up the stairs two at a time.

"Is everything alright?" Yuu hollered up from the bottom of the staircase.

"Yeah, don't worry about it!" you yelled back, rummaging through the things in your room. "Just looking for— Aha!"

You held up a small woven basket that was covered in dust, claiming to be victorious. You coughed as you brushed off the dust, and then walked down the stairs.

"What were ya lookin for?" Grim inquired, looking around Yuu's legs.

"Just an old basket," you smiled, heading towards the door. "I've got some foraging to do."

Now in the mountains, you searched everywhere for mushrooms, picking every other one you found. carefully, you arranged them inside your wooden basket using immense care so you didn't rip one in any way.

After a while, you stopped to stare at your haul. With over 20 different mushrooms in your basket, you figured that it was a good enough gift for Jade.

"Ah, Floyd!" you call out the next day.

The teal haired boy turned around to see you running up to him. "Shrimpy?"

"Floyd, could you tell me where your brother is?"

"Why d'ya wanna know that?" he bends to your height and ruffles your hair. "He's over at the garden, but why don't ya say heeeeeereee—"

"Thank you so much, Floyd!" you smile before dashing off.

"Jade?" you cautiously step into the botanical garden, wary of stray tails.

Getting no answer, you wander around the garden until you spot a head of teal hair. "Jade!"

"Ah, yes?" he smiles, lifting his goggles off of his eyes.

"I brought you something!" you lift up the basket filled with mushrooms. "I thought you would like to cook with them.

"Oh! What a lovely surprise!" he takes the basket from your hands. "Did you know, that this mushroom is used to poison people? And this one is..."

You stopped listening as he talked about the mushrooms, only dopily watching his face light up as he talked. God, were you so in love.

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[mystellenia]

chapter 1: chit chat

summary: in the bustling atmosphere of the field, amidst sports activities and the warm october weather, you bond with phoebe, sharing gossip about school cliques and observing the dynamics of your fellow classmates. later, during spanish class, a chance encounter with Abby leads to an unexpected exchange, marking the beginning of a potential friendship

content warnings: none

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The field was bustling with noise, with yells and claps coming from cheer practice on one side of it, track runners stretching on the other, and the girls' soccer team doing drills in the middle. The sun had started its slow descent into the mountains, painting the clouds and everything below them a pink-orange color. Even though it was mid-October, it was still more than warm enough for shorts and tanks, overpowering the ocean chill of the Pacific. Thanks, global warming. 

You sat at the very top row of the bleachers with your books out, Phoebe by your side. She was new to Oak Ridge, and you took it upon yourself to make her comfortable after your meeting in Physics class. You were glad, to be honest, that you two became friends so quickly after a freshman and sophomore year of only surface-level friends. It was refreshing. 

The two of you waited at the field every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for Phoebe's twin brother, Theo, to finish basketball practice. After finding out you and Phoebe lived in neighborhoods connected by a park, you guys started carpooling to and from school, with Theo driving you all in his car. It's not that you couldn't drive, or that you didn't have a car—you could, and you did, but gas was expensive, damnit, so why not save money and mooch off of her brother? The righteous and honorable thing to do, obviously. 

"Okay, so you've already told me about track," Phoebe said. "How about the soccer girls?" 

Ever since you two started talking, you made it your mission to fill Phoebe in on everyone and their personalities and lives, telling her who was cool and who was an ass. 

"You see the brunette with the black and pink cleats? She has a red shirt on." She nods, so you continue. "That's Alyssa. Myers. She's super nice. She was my lab partner in Chem last year, but she got shit-faced drunk at a party in summer and made out with, like, three guys in the hour. All of whom had girlfriends. So overall, she's pretty liked, but the girlfriends of those guys she tongued hate her guts." 

"Oh, that's cute," she laughed, her voice laced with sarcasm. 

Your eyes trail to the girl next to her, a soccer ball ping-ponging between her legs as she shoots down the field. "Then, next to her, dribbling the ball, is Dylan Hernandez. Brown, curly hair in a bun. Bright blue shorts. You see her?" 

She scoffs as if she can't believe what she's seeing. "What do you mean, do I see her? Yeah, I see her, and she's hot." Phoebe drools over Dylan a little while longer before you start again. 

"She is the fuckboy of the soccer team. I've never seen someone pull so much. But everyone knows that right now she's messing around with Adri." 

"I don't know that," she argues, her brows furrowing in curiosity. "Who's Adri?" 

"Well, now we move on over to the cheerleaders. Adrienne Newport is a flyer—yes, the flyer who just went thirty feet up into the air. She's really sweet, actually. The nicest out of Lizzy's bitch pack, for sure." 

Phoebe just purses her lips into a tight line before you realize that she doesn't know any of these names. "Oh, sorry, sorry. Lizzy, Liz, Elizabeth—whatever you wanna call her—is the captain of the cheer team. She's the red head lying on the grass with that ice pack next to her. I bet you it was for her 'sprained ankle' that she so conveniently forgot about once she got the okay to sit out." 

"I have her in my geometry class," she hums. "God, that girl is dumb as a doornail when it comes to proofs. 

"Yep," you sigh, "that's Liz. Adri and Liz are friends, but they got into a huge fight last year when Adri got to be a flyer, but Liz was just a tumbler. I mean, Adri's probably flyer because she's 115 pounds soaking wet, but Liz just wasn't having it. She can be nice, but she prefers to be a brat. She threw a tantrum in front of Principal Grey, who is her dad's golf buddy. Well, another spot magically opened up, because they were both able to be flyers that year. Since her dad knows Woods, she's virtually untouchable here." 

"Ugh," Phoebe groans. "I hate mean girls." 

"No," you counter, "she's nice, she's just... catty." 

Phoebe squints and tilts her head. "So... just mean, then?" 

You chuckle. "Yeah, you're right. Just mean." 

"Wait..." Phoebe starts before trailing off. You follow her eyes to see what she was staring at. "Who's the blonde walking up to her, to Lizzy?" 

You finally spot who she was talking about. Toned, buff arms, short soccer shorts on her chiseled thighs, and one neat, blonde braid falling down the middle of her back. Abby Anderson.  

You admit, she was attractive. Anyone with eyes could see that. She just wasn't your type, and you were almost positive you weren't hers. She was popular and always surrounded by a big group of friends, while you kept to yourself most of the time, save for when you were with Phoebe.  

"Oh, that's Abby Anderson, captain of the soccer team. Abigail, but no one calls her that. Just Abby." 

You see Liz throw her arms around Abby's neck, pulling her down into a hug. Abby loops her arms loosely around Liz's waist before Dylan playfully slams into Abby's back, breaking them up. 

"Are Liz and Abby dating?" Phoebe questions. 

"Nope," you say, popping the p and grinning at her. You turn back to the field, your shoulders dropping in an inexplicable slouch. "Doesn't make sense with how tight they are. And Liz is supposedly straight, too, but then she goes and drapes herself over Abby and no one bats an eye. Like, it's so painfully obvious that you even noticed after seeing them for literally ten seconds." 

"Oh, you feel quite strongly about this," she pokes. "You jealous?" 

"Oh, please. I only have Abby in three classes, and I would rather kiss a toad than date Liz." 

Phoebe throws her head back in laughter, clapping her thighs and trying to calm down. The two of you settle into a comfortable silence for a moment until Phoebe turns to you to say something. 

"How do you know all of this about everyone, anyway?" she prods. 

You shrug. "Adri and I were friends for about three minutes in freshman year before I realized she was just using me for answers. Like I said, she's a brat."  

You squint down at Adri and the ponytail sitting tightly on the crown of her head, secured by a blue and black bow with a ram on it. "Two years later, and I don't even think she remembers it. Sure doesn't act like it." 

Phoebe hums and checks her phone. "It's almost five. Theo should be getting out soon." 

You start to pack your things and zip your Physics textbook into your bag, quietly laughing at how you two came to study but ended up gossiping the whole time. Playful shouting suddenly comes from the gym, and you look up to see who was there.  

A rowdy group of boys file out of the gym, whooping and still dribbling basketballs. Theo walks out talking to a teammate, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a towel draped over his head. You and Phoebe stand up with your bags and begin walking down the bleachers to meet him. 

Theo finishes up with his teammate, clapping him on the back before addressing you. "Hey, y'all ready?" 

"Hey," you respond. You think back to Phoebe checking her phone and realize there's still time to stop for food. Your lips curl up in a smirk, getting ready to nag Theo. "Wanna get us food?" you ask with a mischievous grin. 

"I was just about to ask—you're lucky I already wanted some. Practice was long today. How do you guys feel about In-N-Out?" 

Phoebe claps her hands together and shakes them, mirroring a prayer pose. "God, you're the best, Theo. Can I drive?" 

Theo immediately starts walking, responding with a "No" without looking back at Phoebe. 

Phoebe puffs her lip out in a pout, feigning disappointment and grumpily mumbling, "I take it back." 

The two of you follow Theo, walking past the end of the field where Abby, Dylan, Adri, and Liz stood and chatted. You felt someone's eyes boring into you, so you turn to their group to find Liz burning two holes into the side of your head. 

Liz has always been loud—be it from cheer or just her need to be the center of attention—so you overhear her statement as you walk by her. 

"Do you guys know those two girls walking with Theo? They've been staring at us all practice." Her voice fades out as you walk towards the parking lot. She pops her hip and crosses her arms tightly over her chest, listening to Dylan's indistinct response. 

"Dude, come on, where you at?" Phoebe asks, noticing your far-out stare. 

You shake your head and tell her it was nothing, and you all reach Theo's car and begin loading in. 

Soon enough, the three of you pull into the drive-thru, and you order what you always do—a plain double-double, fries, and a strawberry shake. After receiving your food, you, Theo, and Phoebe now sat in the parking lot, talking and eating your burgers with music blasting in the car. Phoebe and Theo were bickering about something in the front row—what it was, you didn't know. In these few months, you'd learned to tolerate their sibling catfights, zoning out or ignoring their jabs at each other. 

"Theo," you cut in. "Do you know Liz? Woods?" you ask, thinking back to her stare on the field and wondering the cause. 

"Yeah," he nods, "I have her in Physics. We sit next to each other." 

"Really?" you say surprised, looking at him through the rear-view window. 

"Yeah." He turns back to look at you, speaking around his bite. "Why do you ask?" 

"It's nothing," you brush off. Phoebe then turns to look at you, too, squinting her eyes in suspicion. "Okay, she just looked at me weird when we were leaving school. Like I said, nothing. I was just curious." 

Theo turns back to face the front, grabbing his Coke and taking a sip. "Liz has a staring problem," he dismisses. "She's always looking at me in Physics." 

"Yeah," Phoebe adds. "We have Student Aid together for first period, and every time I use the printer, she stares at me, no doubt." 

You stare out the windshield, thinking about what Phoebe and Theo said. You glance down and see 6:18 on the clock, the numbers blinking before the time changes. 

"Guys, it's getting late," you say, remembering the pile of Spanish homework you have waiting on your desk. "Let's go home." 

"You're right," Theo says, wiping his hands on his sweats to clean them and starting the car. 

He pulls out of the parking lot and starts towards the highway to your guys' neighborhoods. Putting your earbuds in, you shuffle your playlists, landing on an old Bruno Mars song and humming as you look out the window. 

San Diego was always busy, no matter the time or weather. If it was cold, club goers threw on jackets and danced through the night. In the early hours of the morning, teens skated through the streets, laughing and talking until the sun rose. 

You lift your head at the sound of the numbers of your gate code being punched in, the gate beeping as it swung open. Gathering your stuff, you unbuckle your seatbelt as Theo pulls up to your house, saying goodbye and telling you to let your mom know that he said hi. 

"I will," you promise, waving at Phoebe through the window while you pull your key out. 

Turning the key, you push the door open and are met by the TV still on, evening news discussing the week's weather. Your dad lay on the couch, passed out and softly snoring. Your mom was a banker and worked fairly late, so you figured she was still at work. 

Heading upstairs to your room, you open the door and drop your backpack next to it. Slipping off your school clothes, you change into an oversized shirt and shorts and plop into your desk chair with a heavy sigh. 

Your desk was messy with papers, worksheets from Spanish and English splayed across it. You cleared an open space to begin working on your Spanish work that was due tomorrow. 

Mrs. Ortiz, your Spanish teacher, was pretty chill, but she hated nothing more than late work. If your work is late, then my grading is late, too, she'd say.  

Luckily, late work wasn't an issue for you. Spanish had come easily to you, and it was always one of the easier classes you took.  

Your phone buzzes on your bed and you lean over to grab it. A notification from Instagram showed up on your screen, and you unlock your phone to see it: newp.adri03, who you may know, is on Instagram. 

Clicking on the notification, you open up Instagram and see that it was Adri's account, her feed filled with pictures of family vacations, beach trips with friends, and selfies. What a coincidence, you think, her account being recommended to you after what happened on the field today. 

A highlight called life!! catches your eye, and you tap on it to look at the pictures. You skip through them, tapping past a blur of colors, and you slow down to tap back and find a picture of girls in dresses.  

Adri, Dylan, Abby, and Liz all were dressed formally, and you recognize the date as this year's homecoming.  

Adri wore a corseted light green dress, her straight hair partially pulled up into a half-up half-down ponytail as she posed in a shrug. Dylan looked charming as ever, donning a black button down with the sleeves rolled up, her hand draped over Adri's shoulders with her hair pulled back into a braided bun. 

Abby stood next to the pair grinning with a thumbs-up, her hair cascading over her shoulder in a loose braid, wearing a white button up with a navy-blue suit vest overtop it. Liz leaned her head on Abby's shoulder, her eyes closed, and her lips lifted in a soft smile. She posed with a peace sign out in front of her for the camera, a pretty golden slip dress accentuating her hips. 

Your lips curled up in a smile at how cute the picture was, at how everyone seemed so happy.  

You noticed small tags over all the girls, quickly clicking on Abby's username. She only had two posts and one highlight up, all of them either about soccer, friends, or her volunteer work at the childrens' hospital.  

You knew she had parents in the medical field, and she always talked about her dream of getting into med school in Spanish class. 

The thought reminded you of the packet you have yet to complete. You flip it open, starting to fill in the past tense conjugation tables. Your eyelids quickly grow heavy, though, so you eventually set your head down on your arm and fall asleep. 

Your alarm goes off right in your ear, making you jump up and scramble to turn it off. Your phone reads 5:30 am, so you get up to start getting ready for school. 

Heading to the bathroom, you put your hair up to wash your face and brush your teeth, patting your face dry with a towel. Returning to your room, you sit down at your desk to put on makeup. You don't wear much—just some concealer under your eyes, blush on your cheeks and nose, and some mascara.  

As you start, you notice your Spanish packet open and about to fall off of your desk. You close it and place it on your backpack to make sure you won't forget it. 

Ten minutes later, you finish your makeup and quickly throw on a college crewneck and some jeans, packing your homework and throwing your bag over your shoulder. 

Theo texts you at six-oh-nine. 

theooo: We're outside 

theooo: You ready? 

You don't respond, instead just grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen and walking out to his car. "Hey, Theo," you say, opening the passenger door to sit down, putting your bag between your legs and buckling your seatbelt. 

"Hey," he responds. "How'd you sleep?" 

"I slept—" a loud and groggy groan from the backseat interrupts, "—well."  

You look over your shoulder at Phoebe laying down across the seats, a fluffy sleep mask covering her eyes. "It'stooearlypleasebequiet," she slurs, her voice still thick with sleep. If you looked up "not-a-morning-person" in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of a snoring Phoebe with drool dribbling down her chin.  

You listen to her and stop talking, turning the already inaudible music down. Instead, you take out your phone and see a notification from Clara. 

claire bear: it's snowing again. i hate new jersey weather :( 

You and Clara have been friends since elementary school when she stood up for you while a group of boys spat spitballs at you. Clara responded by saturating a ball of paper the size of her hand in gutter water and chucking it at a boy's head. Safe to say, they stopped immediately.  

The two of you were inseparable. Well, that was, until she moved to New Jersey in freshman year for her stepdad's job, and while she settled in well and made friends, she absolutely hates cold weather and is quite vocal about it. Two years later, you were still best friends and texted almost every day. 

you: haha sucker 

you: it's still 70 degrees here 

claire bear: enjoy your melting icecaps and deteriorating ozone layer 

you: whatever 

You scrolled through your feed until you got to school, Theo heading to his basketball buddies while you and Phoebe got breakfast and sat in the quad. Phoebe still didn't speak—she usually defrosted by the end of her first period, Student Aid, after running errands and texting you while she wasn't busy.  

You spot Abby and Dylan together laughing with the rest of the soccer team. Although school wasn't overly cliquey, all the sports teams usually stayed together. 

Liz and Adri lingered close by with the other cheerleaders, the other girls forming a semi-circle around Liz and Adri, intently listening to Liz talk about boys or another topic in her catalog of trivial issues and gossip. 

The bell rings, and everyone stands up to hurry to their class. You walk Phoebe to the library as you always do, then head to AP US History for first period. 

You go through the motions of the pledge, executing them almost robotically after ten years of practice. The morning announcements catch your attention, though, and you focus on trying to hear Mikey on the crappy intercom over the morning ruckus of the class. 

"...get into the Halloween spirit with Ram's boo grams! They will be sold on the stage during both lunches for just three dollars. Attached to the candy is a card—you can either leave your boo gram anonymous or write a spooky note for a special guy or ghoul. That's gonna be all for today's announcements. This is Mikey, your basketball team captain, signing out. Go Rams, Hoo-Rah!" 

The scrambled clicks of the office announcement phone trying to hang up rattle through the intercom before it cuts out with a click. 

Mr. Greyson stands up with a sigh to move to the front of the room. He fixes the cufflink of his perfectly pressed button up, then pushes his chestnut hair out of his face. He's one of Oak Ridge's younger teachers, and he's well-loved by students for his chill approach to teaching. 

After his short lecture, you open your laptop to complete today's even shorter assignment and set a reminder to do the reading he assigned. 

Once you finish the assignment, you open Netflix and watch your show, occasionally stopping to text Phoebe. APUSH always goes by fast, so you're not surprised when the bell rings. You quickly pack up and head down the hall to Mrs. Ortiz's room for Spanish.  

You notice Abby slouched in her chair, tapping away on her phone and bobbing her head to a song playing through her over-ear headphones. You walk past her desk to sit at your own, one desk forward and to the right of hers. 

Your feet stop as you pass her desk, looking back at it to confirm. Her completed conjugation packet sat on top of her folder, her neat script filling the page. 

Rushing to your seat, you rummage through your bag and pull your folder out with the packet. You must've fallen asleep before you finished it. Great. 

You glance over at Mrs. Ortiz at her desk. She was still putting attendance in, so you had a little time before she came and collected the packets. 

You flip to the second page and start scribbling down answers, another page behind it that you still had to do. 

A silvery voice fills your ears, asking, "Do you need the packet?" 

You look over your shoulder and see Abby Anderson staring back at you, her eyebrows raised in expectance. Her eyes flick between your own, clocking your panicked stare as you look back at her. Her gaze falters a bit, jumping from your eyes to your cheeks and nose, then back up to your eyes. 

You stumble over your words, finally ekeing out, "Yes. Yes, thank you." 

She hands the packet to you, and you thank her again and start copying her work down. You finish just in time, turning back to return her packet just as Mrs. Ortiz claps her hands and stands up. 

"Hola, chicos. ¿Cómo están?" she addresses, nodding at everyone's half-assed biens. "Have your packets out, I'm collecting them now." 

She collects all the packets from the first row, then passes you and Abby to grab both of yours. 

You turn back to Abby and notice her fidgeting with a piece of hair above her ear that must've fallen from her braid. "Thanks again for the packet." 

"No worries," she replies, shaking her head and curling her lips into an upside-down smile.  

You introduce yourself, and she extends her hand for you to shake, making you snort at the gesture as you accept it. 

Your eyes lock onto her forearm, noticing her muscles rippling as her hand clasps around yours.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Abby." 

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[forlorn-crows]

Mountain and Dewdrop going on a date?

this is perhaps the sappiest thing i have ever written. you must listen to Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley while reading. it's required. and this is not so much a date as . . . well, you'll see.

im not sorry if you tear up a little

To put it bluntly, Dew’s been pissy all afternoon. He’s in a certified Mood, untamable by food, sleep, beverage, or even sex. He snaps at almost everyone who tries to initiate conversation, with varying degrees of bite and malice. They chalk it up to his fire ghoul nature, a wild blaze that just has to burn itself out with time.

But Mountain?

Mountain is ever resilient to the forest fire that is Dewdrop. A point that is illustrated when he takes Dew’s hand late in the evening, pulling him off the couch and out of the common room, ignoring his protests and snapping teeth the entire way. He hadn’t seen the earth ghoul since dinner, yet here he was whisking him away for some unknown reason. He’s confused, ornery, but secretly intrigued.

The path is familiar, the same they take for midnight mass. Mountain rounds the corner to the chapel, its large wooden doors slightly ajar, spilling warm, dim light into the hallway.

“Why the fuck are we here, Mountain?” Dew spits. He expects the earth ghoul to yell at him, tell him off for being rude, like the others. But he doesn’t. His face remains placid, calm. There’s even a hint of a smile, if he squints.

“Wanna show you something,” Mountain says softly, leading them into the chapel. Dew’s already got a retort ready on his lips, but the words die in his throat as they walk past the pews and closer to the pulpit. Dozens, if not hundreds, of candles litter the open space at the front of the chapel, various colors of votives and tall prayer candles in a wide circle on the floor. Their warm flames scatter soft light against the tall stone walls and darkened stained and leaded glass windows. Mountain himself is thrown in a golden relief, honey-brown eyes shining as he looks back at Dew.

The earth ghoul stops in the middle of the circle, dropping Dew’s hand and holding out both of his in a placating gesture. “Just wait; one more thing, okay?” Dew nods, his tense expression already softening.

Mountain walks over to a record player situated against the side wall. He softly flips the switch, and the space fills with that familiar static hum of the start of a record. The melancholy, slightly dissonant chords follow shortly after, echoing off the vaulted ceiling and sitting themselves right in Dew’s heart.

“You bastard,” he says softly as Mountain walks back to him, slotting himself against the fire ghoul’s lithe body. Dewdrop can’t help but melt immediately, guilt and remorse contorting his face into a sad frown. Mountain just holds him close and places a kiss between his horns.

“Hey, fire lily,” the earth ghoul whispers just as the guitar turns sweet, lilting into the song he knows too well. “I just wanted to spend a little time with you. Just the two of us. If that’s okay.”

Dew buries his face into his torso, emotions of all kinds tugging on his heartstrings. He nods his assent, not trusting himself to speak.

I heard there was a secret chord,

That David played and it pleased the Lord.

But you don’t really care for music, do you?

Mountain tucks his chin against the top of Dew’s head, swaying slowly in time with the music. The smaller ghoul tries to keep up, let Mountain move them, but he stumbles over his own feet as they step in small circles.

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah.

“Hey,” Mountain says softly, pulling away to look at Dew, searching those icy-blue eyes turned copper under the candlelight. “Let me?” he asks vaguely.

“What?”

And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch,

And love is not a victory march,

It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah.

“Your feet, just—” Mountain toes his shoe underneath Dew’s, encouraging him to put his foot over his own. He does the same with the other, the fire ghoul now perched on the tops of Mountain’s shoes. He realizes too late what the earth ghoul is doing, and a deep crimson blush colors his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he buries his face back into Mountain’s shirt, face now even with his sternum instead of his upper stomach.

Well, there was a time you let me know,

What’s really going on below,

But now never show that to me, do you?

“Come on, trust me,” the earth ghoul whispers into his hair.

But remember when I moved in you,

And the holy dove was moving too,

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah?

Dew lets Mountain shuffle him around, waltzing through each verse and chorus effortlessly, light as ever on his feet. He takes all of the smaller ghoul’s weight, rubbing his back and humming that calming baritone against his temple.

And it’s not a cry you hear at night,

It’s not somebody who’s seen the light,

It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah.

Dew’s engulfed with the sweet smell of cool balsam and crackling pine, with hints of cinnamon and fresh rosemary.

It’s quietly, uniquely them.

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[mccnstruck]

never alone.

characters: kazuha x gn!reader, lumine, xinyan, fischl, mona, paimon

tags: hurt/comfort, doesn’t focus on reader’s and kazuha’s relationship, reader specializes in engineering in mondstadt (designing and making inventions), strict parents, guilt tripping i think?? use of petnames, like one sentence of not wanting to live, harsh ass words

a/n: i had five hours of free time. i could’ve finished reading 6 chapters of my english hw. what did i do? write a fanfiction for all five hours (i need prioritization skills) but im kinda happy with this omg but like there may be inaccurate info about sumeru and like mirages but like anyways pleasw reblog and i hope you enjoy!

mona mumbled. "in other words, those mirages were only about ourselves."

fischl nodded before she spoke. "hmm, pure materializations of ourselves... interesting."

A pause. The group let the newfound realization sink deep into their understanding of these mysterious mirages.

kazuha hummed a thoughtful tone before his face lit again, and the hand which held onto yours squeezed. "well, we also have one more person to witness their mirage," He turned his head to you, "don't we?"

paimon pointed to you and exclaimed, "we do! what do you think will be inside?!"

you smiled at paimon's outburst. "I hope it's not something too embarrassing. we wouldn't want that, would we?"

"i wanna see!"

the group laughed, and you dramatically placed your hand on your heart. "paimon, not even going to let me save my dignity!"

"hmph! for someone who sits all day in their home doing archons knows what with their crazy inventions, I don't believe you out of all people can be that embarrassed!"

she flew away, headed to another island off in the distance as you laughed and tried to chase her. The group smiled at each other before running towards you, and the last mystery to their summer odyssey.

when you reached the island, the islands stood tall over your view as the winds howled in the distance. the trees at the top were old and diligent, while it's roots spread down to spread its protection over the isle. the sun gave a spotlight to the tall mountains, and together the isle looked as if it were painted with precise paint strokes, almost as if it were painted by the famous alchemist, albedo.

"wow. i wish we coulda spent our time here!" your turn to xinyan, awed by the scenery.

kazuha grinned. "most fitting to write an intricate poem for something this pleasing to the eyes."

you turned to kazuha to mock a death glare. "yes because you can magically pull paper out of your imaginary bag.

he reached his hand behind his back, and in his hand came out a leather-covered notebook, small enough to carry but big enough to write in. with it came a calligraphy pen, the ink almost dried.

your jaw dropped, and in return kazuha's eyes gave you a mischievous glint.

"don't underestimate the dedication of a poet, particularly one who sees the meaning behind every strand of grass and every call of the wind."

he placed his finger under your chin and closed your still-open jaw. his lips find their way to your cheek, and he walked away to examine the unexplored island, but not without squeezing your hand in reassurance.

a certain floating fairy groaned further away. "oh c'mon! you two can't help but show everyone else how in love you are!"

your face felt hot, and you yelled back. "have a problem with it!?"

xinyan laughs loudly, amused by the bickering between you. "let them be, paimon! you won't find a couple this devoted to each other in a hot minute!"

even though the sun was setting behind the island, your face felt as if you were standing two feet away from it. you grumbled something under your breath and walked towards the mountains, ready to find an entrance to your mirage.

the sun was almost hidden from view, the concluding amounts of light desperate to shine on the islands. it seems as if there was nothing to stand out on the island, nothing worthy enough to lead you to a mirage.

lumine sighed before turning to you, quietly asking, "have you found anything?"

you shook your head, tired from searching everywhere.

"do you know anything significant to you? or any object related to you?"

you raised your hand to your chin in thought and tried to list anything significant.

"since i do invent machines, there could probably be some tool? or maybe some type of metal. but, i haven't seen anything like that. i can't seem to..."

your thoughts drifted off as you found something in the distance to be blue, strangely stuck to the sand. you understood instantly. how could you forget something so important to your career?

"...or a blueprint."

lumine's brows furrowed, and her head slightly turned in confusion. you noticed this and explained.

"blueprints are also important in my career. and i think i found something quite blue."

you quickly jogged over to the object and yelled over your shoulder. "over here!"

everyone ran over at your word to find you crouched next to a blue paper. it was rolled into a scroll and the outside has messy lines drawn all over in white ink.

fischl sighed in relief and exclaimed, "after such an excruciating search, it was destined to be in the open to no one's finding."

you took a deep breath and carefully held the blueprint. a bandaged hand was placed on your shoulder, and you felt an embrace of comfort. "we'll be there every step inside, alright?"

you nodded your head to his encouragement and opened the scroll. you saw your newest designs sketched in chaos for a brief moment before seeing white and being taken to your mirage.

when you opened your eyes once more, you stood in a hallway mainly built of marble. the marble on the floor had an ebony finish, and moonlight scattered inside from the skylight above. the skies filled with stars, the moon shyly hid behind the clouds as it waited for you to continue.

behind you, everyone was in awe, eyes wandering from the black marble floor to the contrasting white marble walls to the skies. mona was especially fond of the skies. the stars shone in pride, waiting to be examined by the great mona megistus. you noticed how the marble paint could easily be wiped off, revealing cheap metal under all the elegance of the marble. you wondered what meaning did it hold, but mona cut your thought process off.

"my scryglass is a bit blurry, but if i can see..."

"mona, there's another room." you pointed to a presumed doorway on the other side of the hallway.

mona grumbled before focusing back on the mirage. "my apologies. let's carry on."

you turned around and led your way into another room, where an enlarged blueprint was in the middle. a table was placed to the right, while a bag of tools was placed to the left. across from you, the doorway to the next room remained inapproachable, a fog preventing you from seeing the next room.

everyone walked forward as you tried to examine the blueprint to see any hints.

"see anything yet?"

"i just looked at this, paimon!"

with your knowledge, the group work, and paimon's moral support, you were able to figure out that you needed to figure out what pieces fit into the design and to build the final project. you look at the now opened doorway, and then back to your new design. the design was a modification of the classic wind glider, only now you can fly up if needed. the wings were built of scraps of metal, and in the middle held safety straps. the chest plate was painted with maple leaves, a reference to the person next to you.

kazuha noticed this too because soon after, his look of confusion turned into a small grin.

"inspiration comes from the best views of scenery."

you scoffed, and lightheartedly stormed away from him. "you know, maple leaves aren't just your thing!"

the bickering with kazuha went on to the annoyance of paimon but completely stopped when you entered the next room. your eyes blew wide, and you dropped your jaw for what seemed like the millionth time at the incredibility of the main room.

around the mirage, machine gears were attached to the walls and slowly turning, and paper airplanes flew past you. soft music played in the background, and different tools were brought to life to work on inventions around the centerpiece. the centerpiece was quite similar to mona’s mirage, but the one in front of your eyes lacked the elegance mona had and emphasized its flaws instead. the room was stunning to everyone, but as much as it was, you couldn’t help but feel the pressure building up inside the room. the way paintbrushes added a little too many coats of paint on one flaw. the way the hammer slammed the nails a little too loudly. the way the centerpiece felt so…

under pressure. almost like how you felt those years ago when…

“paimon thinks your mirage is so cool! paimon would totally stay here!” lumine laughed before softly nodding to paimon’s sudden reaction.

mona spoke in awe. “yes, yes…this is truly a delightful mirage.”

your thoughts took a halt before scrambling to the back of your mind. they could wait.

soft laughter leaves you as you turn to paimon.

"i mean, do you want that smell of metal every day?"

“ugh. paimon doesn’t like the smell of metal. it smells gross!"

you snicker. “that’s what i deal with every day, paimon.”

"fine! i don't wanna live here forever!"

you walk forward to the next puzzle, but not before kazuha squeezed your hand in reassurance.

“doing alright, lovely?”

“yep, im good.”

you smiled. it’s was a little strained, but you got the point across.

kazuha stood quiet for a moment before smiling back, taking your hand and dragging you with the group.

you entered another room to find a...hallucination of you, while a quiet hum and equipment echoed in the back.

"wait until this one is finished! i'm gonna blow every single mind in mondstadt."

you scratched the back of your neck with a bashful smile, as paimon laughed and flew around.

"oh, so this was your meaning of embarrassing! now it makes sense!"

you scoff and turn your gaze away from the amused group. "is it so necessary to point out everything i do?"

you walked back to the main room and entered the next puzzle. this time, there was no blueprint but a large sheet of paper instead. you examined it to see one of your very first notes when you first moved away from sumeru. it was a sketch of a kamera and the different parts which went into it. to the side were different parts, carefully laid out on the floor.

you walked forward and got to work. with presicion and paitence, you had a fully functional kamera. you snapped a picture to check if it worked, and almost immediately came a photo of kazuha, mona, lumine, xinyan, and paimon smiling and laughing. you smile and stuff the picture in your pocket before entering the newly opened room.

paimon put her face in her hands and complained. "how many rooms are there? my head hurts at how many we've entered."

you see another hallucination of you. but this time there was no tune echoing, or any equipment for that matter. an eerie ambiance rang in your ears, the sound unpleasant and loud. the hallucination stood uneasy, shoulders crunched in and gaze turned down.

xinyan shuddered. "is it me, or does anyone feel a bit uneasy right now?"

you looked around, your hairs standing up. "it's not just you, xinyan. something's up with this room."

the hallucination suddenly spoke.

"i've done so much. i've listened to their every word. and this is what i end up in. the one time i want something, everyone turns selfish."

memories rushed back to you, and you could only zone out as they engulf you in fear. the yelling. the tears. the nights snuck out.

the hopelessness you felt as you fell asleep, wondering if you could make something to lure you into infinite sleep.

the mood shift when they came into your room.

their disappointed faces.

were they still disappointed? even when you were living your best life, were they still at their house wondering what went wrong with their child? you wonder if they still considered you their child. you left for a reason, but...you wonder what family you could consider yours?

would there be anyone to turn back again?

"dove?"

a hand shook your figure and you zoned back in. the hallucination was gone, and you found kazuha's worried gaze towards you. "you've been looking at the floor. something's bothering you."

"yea, i'm...it was nothing. just something i remembered."

kazuha pressed his lips together, and he fully turned towards you. "we don't have to go through this mirage if it disturbs you this much. i'll tell the others to just go back if you like."

you shook your head in refusal, declining his offer. "thank you kazuha, but i think i'll be fine," you smile and look back at him, "plus, i'm a bit curious about what's next."

kazuha took your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours. "sometimes, curiosity kills the cat. if you feel like it's too much, never hesitate to tell me. i don't want someone i care about to feel uncomfortable while i'm here. alright?"

a feeling of warmth filled your chest, and you could only smile at him and nod. "thank you."

kazuha leaned in to press his lips to your forehead and mumbled to your skin, "always. now, shall we get going?"

he let go of your hands and you two met everyone else gazing at the main room in puzzlement. when you reentered the main hall, you found all the tools on the ground, their lively spirits sucked out of them. the paper airplanes zooming around the room were crumpled up and thrown as if they never had any life in them. the golden centerpiece in the middle had lost all of its flaws, but the pressure was much, much more noticeable. it looked like it was about to crack.

paimon shrieked. “what happened here?!” she flew around frantically, trying to refold the paper airplanes back into cognition. “why isn’t anything working?!”

the group looks around hurriedly, but you could only look in a daze at the now-breaking mirage. this mirage… sure does capture emotions well.

after walking around to no avail, you thought for a moment.

“if we were to complete the last room over there,” you point to the last room, “do you think everything would go back to normal?”

a moment of silence, before xinyan spoke up. “since we have no other way, might as well get over there!” a nod of agreement from everyone, and you all walked in.

the last room contained no large blueprint or sketches. instead was a childish drawing of... a fort. you pick up the paper to see crayon marks and messy handwriting spelling out "my safety fort".

to your side were blankets and old cardboard and chairs, all from your childhood.

you turned to lumine at your side, who grinned at the sight.

"ready to build a blanket fort?"

"who isn't?"

a few minutes of adjustment, fluffing out pillows, and laughter when mona fell inside, you took a step back to admire everyone's handiwork. it resembled the innocence of your childhood when you hid in the comfort of your stuffed toys and blankets.

but instead of finding another door, the mirage shook. the blankets fell off from the chairs, and the walls shook with rage.

you all run to the main room to find the crumpled airplanes were now ripped, the remaining scraps scattered around your feet. the tools were rusted and crumbling, and the inventions made were broken and on the ground. the large centerpiece was rusted, and the gold paint was scratched off to show cheap metal underneath. the soft music was replaced with an eerie ambiance once again, and you were surrounded by academic papers littering the floors. papers...are these..?

horror etched on your face, you walk in front of the confused group and toward the papers. when you pick up one, you find the words to be blurred together, and your name spelled out in horrific handwriting.

alarmed, the group ran up to you, paralyzed with a paper in hand. “please, tell us what is going on! everything’s just…a pure mess!" mona exclaimed.

the paper crumpled in your grasp. why....why this? no matter how much you tried to forget, it was always there, lingering in the back of your mind.

a hallucination appears in front of you. but instead of a reflection of you, it was your mother and you.

"dear, this machine is practically useless. look at how many..." she examines your machine, "flaws...there are.

"mama, i'm working on it! it'll be the best thing you've seen."

"mhm, make sure to study for the quiz next week. i don't want you to fail over this...hobby of yours."

"...yes, mama."

the hallucination soon morphed into your mother and father, and you could only stare in a trance. fischl and mona looked over you and back at each other in unease.

"always building useless machines, never working on something more important. like their akademiya submission!"

"dear, i'm sure they'll figure something out. you know they've been doing this since they were little.

"it needs to stop now. i excused it when they were little, but at such an important time, it needs to stop. if they can't pass and get into the akademiya, our family line is useless. our ancestors, our family, we are researchers of the akademiya. not some...inventor."

the hallucination morphed again. but when they appeared once more, why...why were they facing you? and why were they staring into your gaze?

fearful of the sudden attention, you took a step back. he took a step forward. your father held a paper in their hand, wrinkled in his hateful grip.

"this... this is what you submit?! no wonder why you didn't get in! you were wasting all your precious time on building stupid machines!"

you tried to calm down, but your nerves were on edge with his voice. "i...father..."

"don't you call me father! i raise you with everything you've wanted, and this is what i get in your so-called gratitude?!"

he held your papers in his hand.

"i expected a flawless, immaculate submission. what do i see? this...this garbage! and you know what i find with it?" his index finger pointed towards you. "i find another of your stupid designs! will it ever carry our legacy?! will it find you food and water?! i don't think so."

a tear echoed across the room. the now ripped papers fell to the floor, and you hurried to pick them up.

"let's see if you come back crying because your so-called machines couldn't find you somewhere to stay."

his hallucination stormed off, and you looked at your mother, her venomous gaze on yours. your hand hesitantly tried to reach her figure.

"mother, i..."

"leave."

"w-what?"

"i've done what i could do. it was you who decided to make this decision."

she walked off, and your gaze landed on your ripped submission. the submission mocked you, the words blurred and the ink dripping in shame. your knuckles turned white and the paper begged to be let go of your grip.

were they right? they only cared about their legacy, their reputation. but... you were also wrong. you could've just done what they asked. you could've lived with stability. but would you have ever felt happy? every day living in fatigue as you imagine walking to the akademiya. why...why were you always living in this guilt? were your parents the thing holding you back, even after all this time?

a bandaged hand gently brushed your cheek, and you realized you were crying. kazuha wrapped his arms around you, and his hand smoothed your hair. before you know it, you felt a certain traveler's arms, and then you felt a musician wrap her arms, and you felt an astrologist and a princess wrap their arms around you, and you felt a fairy wrap her tiny arms around you.

you were safe. you weren't alone, you realized, and you finally sobbed into their embrace. you had the people you loved. you had the annoying paimon and the calming lumine, and the energetic xinyan, and the proud mona, and the dramatic fischl, and the loving kazuha.

you treasured them all. and they treasured you back. you had the people of teyvat to talk to and laugh with. if two people couldn't find the beauty of your passions, you had everyone else. what more could you ever need?

paimon reluctantly flew back and cleared her throat. in her imitating voice, she mocked, "i only care about papers and grades and blah, blah, blah. i am always so serious and never have any fun in my boring life!"

everyone laughed, and you couldn't help but join in with a teary laugh. you rubbed the remaining tears as kazuha looked back at you with a smile.

"feeling better?"

"yea..thank you. for sacrificing your shirt with my tears."

he let out a huff, and beamed, "a trivial decision for the person i love."

a door opened in the background. eyes watched in vigilance as the doorway glowed slightly, a calming tune played throughout the room.

with newfound determination, you entered it to see the gardens behind your childhood house.

sumeru was beautiful, you admitted. the trees were tall and protective, it gave shade to the wildlife and to the plants. you picked up a sumeru rose, twirling it around your fingers. in the distance, you saw one last hallucination of a child you sitting on the grass, the wind ruffling your hair. the hallucination was awe-struck as it stared at the ruin guard, etched into the scenery you called sumeru.

marveled at the sight, the hallucination spoke," i'm gonna make machines. not a dangerous ruin guard! but...i wonder who built that big one...let's see if i have anything inside!"

the hallucination ran past you and withered away. where it was sitting, laid one last blueprint.

you held it in your hand. it felt a bit heavier, but it was all the same, rolled into a scroll and the outside has messy lines drawn all over in white ink.

a deep breath. you open it, and you open your eyes back to the island. everyone looked around, seeing what was different. the sun was high in the skies and the trees at the top remained old and diligent, it's roots still spreading down to spread its protection over the isle.

you took another breath and headed over to the group which was discussing the next actions.

mona spoke. "if my guess is correct, that machine is capable of influencing the human brain. so we'd better tread carefully."

paimon flew around in excitement and exclaimed, "so let's go now! there's no time to waste!"

as you all ran towards the machine, a photo of kazuha, mona, lumine, xinyan, and paimon smiling and laughing stayed in your pocket. you smiled and ran off with the group to finally end your summer odyssey together.

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[quietgalcoasterss]

My first ride on El Toro

I share a similarity with many roller coaster enthusiasts: I used to be mortified of them. Growing up as a kid, I wouldn’t dare to step foot on anything that dominated the skyline and/or went above 50 mph. But this was complicated by the fact that my home park is Six Flags Great Adventure. Widely considered to be one of the best, if not the best Six Flags park, for its ride portfolio, cleanliness (for Six Flags mind you) and amount of stuff to do, it's no surprise my childhood summer camp often organized field trips to it.

I wanna say it was 2015 when I went to Great Adventure with my dad and younger brother. I was 12 or so at the time, and it was my 3rd ever trip. We were beginning to feel tired, and so far we'd been on the Log Flume, Skull Mountain and the Dark Knight Coaster (indoor coasters which are much more family-oriented. But we still wanted to do one more ride before resigning to the (scam) boardwalk games. We were in the Frontier Adventures section, close to Runaway Mine Train, when my dad pointed across the water and said "How about that?" He was pointing at El Toro. My brother and I were both very hesitant at first, but then my dad said something that I will never forget. It was only 10 words, but they are 10 words that will ring in my head forever: "It's a wooden coaster. It can't be that intense, right?" And somehow, he convinced us.

We made the long walk over to El Toro (Great Adventure's a pretty big park), and for the entire trek and wait-time in the queue, I kept thinking of what dad said to keep calm. Even as I buckled up and lowered my restraints, I kept breathing steadily and repeating "it's just wooden, it's just wooden." And so the train left the station, hooked up to the cable lift and I preceded to freak out. Lemme tell you, that ascent up the lift hill is FAST. It was as we reached the top and began the turn-around that we finally realized just how tall El Toro really is. 181 feet might not seem like much nowadays regarding roller coasters, especially in the same park with Kingda Ka, the tallest coaster in the world (until Falcon's Flight opens in Saudi Arabia). But that is still very very tall, especially for a woodie. In fact, El Toro is the 3rd tallest wooden coaster in the world, only beaten by T Express at Everland and Colossos at Heide-Park. So it won't shock you to know that all three of us began to regret our decision as we turned around to the first drop. I yelled out an "I LOVE YOU" to my brother, and down we went.

It's hard for me to describe my experiences on roller coasters in a lengthy and wordy manner. For the most part, since the experience itself is pretty short, my descriptions on the actual rides tend to be on the shorter end. Explanatory? Sure. But not very long. And given this ride was almost a decade ago, I can't remember much of it. If you wanna hear a more in-depth discussion on El Toro's ride experience, I recommend ElToroRyan's video on it (I wonder what his favorite ride is, might be Raging Bull). So I will provide for you some choice words to describe my brain during my first ride on El Toro: Fast Windy Bumpy AMIGONNADIE HOLYSHITAMIFLYING HEEEEELP MAKEITSTOOOOP The ride came to a stop, and I thought I was gonna pass out. My brother was still screaming after we hit the brake run, and my dad looked like he'd come face to face with god. We got off, and we all needed a moment to readjust away from the station. And finally, as reached the exit of the park, I gave them my short thoughts on the ride: "It was fun, but I am NEVER doing it again." Now, if I could go back in time and tell my younger self one thing, it would be this: "You're a girl." But if I could tell her another thing, then it would be "if you wanna get over your fear of roller coasters, you just gotta do it. Trust the trains, they are safer than airplanes. And deep down, you know El Toro was fun. Why don't you try something else, rather than one of the most intense coasters in the world?" And here I am now, having visited Great Adventure another two times in one summer, alongside Kings Dominion and Busch Gardens Williamsburg. And yet, after riding El Toro another four times, it remains my number one favorite coaster. I'm planning on visiting Cedar Point next summer with some friends, so that'll definitely shake up my rankings. But I am confident that even after Maverick, Millennium Force and Steel Vengeance enter my rankings, they will not dethrone the bull. Even when the day comes that I go to Magic Mountain and Alton Towers and finally ride X2, Tatsu, the Smiler and Nemesis, nothing, not now or ever, will ever take my number 1 spot from El Toro.

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[lilypadlys]

Mission Impossible

Sunny wants to play a practical joke on Sister Imperator and Swiss finds himself dragged into the fray. *Cue the Mission Impossible theme music*

Characters: Sunshine, Swiss 

Word Count: 2,060

Rating: Teen

Tags: shitghosting

CW: references to marijuana and sex, and cursing

Below the cut or on AO3

“Hey Honeybee!” Swiss greets cheerily before hesitating. “Are you okay? Something wrong?”

Swiss had wandered into the ghouls’ kitchenette looking for a snack, only to find Sunshine pouting at the table.

“Imperator yelled at me.” She grouses.

“She does yell a lot.” Swiss agrees before sheepishly adding, “May I ask what it was this time?”

Sunny purses her lips. “About this morning. She hasn’t seen the laundry room yet.”

“Oh good. I mean, uh, oh no! Sorry to hear that.” He shrinks under her unamused look.

That morning, Sunny had come to Mass stoned out of her mind. She and Mountain had been having an early morning smoke. She’s a bit of a lightweight; compared to the earth ghoul anyway. Mountain had still been moderately sober while Sunny was long gone.

In the interest of avoiding a lecture for skipping mass, Mountain had guided, though carried would be more accurate, Sunny to the chapel and sat her down near the back. At first she’d been content to marvel at how the sunlight refracted through the stained glass windows.

Mass was almost over when Sunny suddenly found something, nobody but her could be sure what, extremely funny. She began laughing shrilly. In the middle of Copia’s sermon. Mountain had to catch her before she fell off the pew in her hysterics. He quickly escorted her out, but not before siblings began turning their heads and Sister Imperator shot the two of them a terse look. Both of them received a talking to from Imperator afterwards.

Now sober, Sunny can’t even be sure herself what had caused her mirth. What she is sure of however, is that she’s grumpy. And that she wants to do something about it.

Swiss makes the unfortunate mistake of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. “Anything I can do to help?” He instantly wishes he could retract his words as he sees the gears turning in Sunny’s head and the evil grin on her face.

“Wanna help me prank her?”

Swiss knows it’s not really a question. Or at least that she won’t take no for an answer. “I mean, I helped you with the fake bugs but-”

“So what we’re gonna do…” She launches into the plan.

Swiss sighs knowing it’s useless to try and stop her now.

It’s late afternoon. Swiss feels more than a little silly. He’d tried to get Sunny to wait until proper nightfall but she had been too eager. Now they sit outside, crouched behind the hedges in a stake out. They’re watching the siblings and ghouls milling about the gardens, wrapping up their landscaping tasks for the day.

Sunny only has eyes for the garden shed, and the prize that lies within. Swiss however, glances around nervously. They already had a close call when a sibling went to trim the very hedge they were crouched behind. The poor sibling had jumped about a foot. The ghouls had to scramble to pretend they were making out to justify their lurking.

Well, it quickly became more than pretending. At least it passed the time well and made the rest of the garden crew give their bush a wide berth. Afterwards, they were left to their stakeout in peace. Not much of a covert operation though if everyone knew they were there. Swiss tried to say as much but Sunny would hear none of it.

Finally, the church bells ring, signaling dinner time, The siblings and ghouls finish cleaning up and head inside. Swiss stands up and stretches, sore from crouching for so long. Sunny hisses at him to stay hidden.

“You’re taking this heist mission way too seriously.” Swiss teases.

Sunny sticks her tongue out. “Yeah yeah. Let me have my fun.” She makes a show of scanning the area, head just barely peeking over the top of the hedge. Then she vaults over the bush, and scurries across the lawn to the shed. She presses herself against the side, looks around again, and finally waves that the coast is clear.

Swiss rolls his eyes as he steps out from behind the shrub, but indulges her by scrunching down to sneak across the courtyard.

When Swiss joins her, Sunny raps on the shed door. “Okay, so now we need to pick the lock.”

Swiss squints in confusion. “Or we can just open it.” He pulls the handle and the door swings open, uninhibited. “It’s not locked.”

“Or that.” Sunny seems slightly disappointed. Her excitement returns though when she spots their target. “Bingo.” She trots over to the storage shelves along the back wall. They’re full of small gardening implements, bags of soil, seeds, terracotta pots, and soil additives.

The item they’ve come to retrieve is a small glass bottle of fertilizer spray. It’s a potent mix devised by Primo and perfected over the years, concentrated and magically enhanced to only require a few spritzes to fertilize large plots of soil. Of course, Sunny’s not planning to do any planting.

“So we have the spray. Now what.” Swiss tilts his head and raises a brow. “What do you need this for anyway?”

Rather than explain, Sunny unscrews the lid and a foul stench wafts into the air. Swiss’ sensitive nose scrunches up and his eyes begin to water.

“Unholy fuck! Close that before you kill my nose!”

Sunny looks ready to gag, herself, and she hastily replaces the top. The two evacuate the shed in search of fresh air.

As they head back inside, Swiss eyes the bottle. “Why do you need that shit? Who are you trying to kill?”

Sunny snorts. “I’m not tryin to hurt anyone. Just annoy them a little. I’m gonna make stink bombs and put them in Imperator’s office.”

“Wonderful.” Swiss chuffs. “I’ll miss you when you get sent back to the pit.”

“She’s not gonna know it was me.”

“How? I’m not doing your dirty work for you.”

“Of course not silly. I’ll place the bombs. You distract her so I can get into her office.”

“Oh fuck no!”

“Please?” Sunny puts on her most adorable pleading look, adding a whimper for good measure. It’s her secret weapon that gets her out of a lot of trouble. She and Swiss both know he’s helpless to resist it.

“Sunny?...” He grumbles before sighing, “Okay fine.”

It’s the next day, and Swiss has resigned himself to doing the ghoulette’s bidding. That being said, as he approaches Sister Imperator’s office, he still asks himself how he got into this mess. He’s all for causing mischief, don’t get him wrong, but even he tries to stay on Imperator’s good side.

As he steps up to the closed door, he shoots a look over his shoulder. From the end of the hall, Sunny pokes her head around the corner, grins, and gives him a thumbs up. She’s way too happy about this, he thinks.

Finally he gives a half hearted knock. No answer. Swiss shrugs and turns to leave.

From around the corner, Sunny rolls her eyes before running over. She gives him a conniving smirk before sharply banging on the door. Then she quickly retreats to the end of the hall.

Swiss doesn’t have time to react before Sister Imperator is calling, “Come in!” in an annoyed tone.

He gulps and slams the door open, putting on his best panicked face. “Come quick! It’s Dewdrop.”

Invoking the name of the abbey’s resident arsonist has Imperator on her feet in a second. “Where?”

“This way!” Swiss beckons and takes off down the hall. Imperator follows close behind.

As Swiss and Sister Imperator disappear down the hall, Sunny slides out of the closet she’s been hiding in and gets to work. Since the vile potion was already contained in a spray bottle, they figured it’d be easier to just spritz the room with it. Neither ghoul was brave enough to risk uncapping it to soak cotton balls in the stuff, and then have to touch said stink bombs to hide them around the office.

Sunny walks around the perimeter of the room, liberally dampening each corner, then the carpet right under Imperator’s desk. After she’s satisfied that the room is entirely uninhabitable, she makes her escape. The smell is nearly unbearable and it’s all she can do to hold back from puking right there.

She’s about to slip back down the hall when she hears approaching voices and she freezes. One sounds like a very apologetic Swiss. The other is none other than Sister Imperator. And she sounds angry.

“Shit shit shit!” Sunny hisses under her breath. Swiss had been supposed to distract Imperator for longer. Lead her on a wild goose chase looking for Dew then eventually split off and rejoin her. Something has gone terribly wrong and she has nowhere to hide. If she retreats to the closet down the hall, Imperator will see her. The other direction is a dead end.

Swiss might have been found out but she isn’t ready to lie down and wait to be caught in the act. She darts back into the office, pinching her nose and trying to breathe through her mouth. She shuts and locks the door behind her hoping it will stall them.

“Shit! What now?” She frantically scans the room. Hiding is out of the question. She will puke if she has to stay here. But how to escape. The window!, she realizes. She runs over and pries the window open. It’s rusted, preventing it from opening all the way but she manages to force it just wide enough. It’ll be a tight fit but she thinks she can squeeze through.

The office door begins to rattle. It’s now or never. She starts to wiggle through but suddenly catches sight of the drop. Sister Imperator’s office is on the third floor. She doesn’t have time to change her mind though. The door starts to swing open. Sunny lets herself fall.

Everything has gone horribly wrong. Swiss attempts to stall even as they get closer to Sister Imperator’s office “I’m sorry Sister. Really! I thought Dew was getting into trouble and I thought you should know! I heard yelling and I thought…” He shrugs embarrassedly.

Imperator just sighs as she steps up to her office door. “I don’t want to hear it Swiss. Just don’t let it happen again.” She tries the door “Didn’t I leave this unlocked?” Brow furrowed in confusion, she pulls out her key and unlocks the door.

Swiss freezes. What now? With his more attuned ears and nose, he can tell Sunshine is still in the office. Even despite the stench wafting out from under the door. He watches in horror as Imperator opens the door and…nothing. Well, not nothing. They both immediately recoil, noses twisted in disgust at the smell. But no Sunny.

Swiss breathes a sigh of relief that he instantly regrets. Coughing, he makes a hasty retreat, leaving Imperator to sort out the mess.

Sunny tumbles towards the ground. At the last second, she buoys herself up with her air magic to soften the fall. She lands into the flower bed below her, slightly rougher than she’d like, but relatively unscathed.

She lies there for a minute, taking stock of everything. Arms, good, Legs, good. Didn’t hit my head.

Swiss finds her as the panic ebbs, giving way to laughter.

“Shit! Sunny are you okay?!” He says, his own panic still in full force. “What happened?”

“I fell out a window!” She giggles, way too nonchalantly.

“Why?!”

She shrugs.

“Are you hurt?”

“Nah.” She hops up and twirls around.

Swiss shakes his head but he can’t help but crack a smile. “No more jumping out windows.”

“Aww, okay” She sticks out her tongue. The two ghouls begin to head back inside. “So what happened to the plan?”

Swiss snorts. “Dew happened. I pretended to have seen him in the practice rooms doing something. But he was actually there!”

“Behaving for once?”

“I didn’t say that. He was there. So was Rain. They were both a little occupied in the storage closet. Imperator ripped the door open and got an eyeful.”

“Bahahaha!” Sunny doubles over laughing. “That’s even better. We should have just done that!”

“No! Don’t get any ideas.” He chuckles though; succumbing to the giggles. “Her face was pretty great though.”

“That was fun. Let's do it again!”

“Absolutely not.”

#the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #sunshine ghoulette #swiss ghoul #shitghosting #crack fic #lys writes

[larz-barz]

Love story

Chapter 6

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Chapter 5

(to make my life easier ima start only doing the link to the previous chapter)

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A/n: i apologize for any inaccuracies in the chapters of this story, i don’t feel like rewatching the episodes that i’m writing. plus i find it easier to insert Milo when i’m being a bit inaccurate. i promise, i’m not trying to be better than creator of demon slayer cause i’m not

A girl with a muzzle in her mouth started to crawl out of the box, making Zenitsu’s shrieking cease.

The girl hummed as she grew to her normal size.

Milo gasped, a smile grew on her face.

“Tanjiro, she’s so cute! Who is she?!” She asked, a bright smile on her face.

“She’s my-“ Tanjiro started, getting cut off by an ominous voice.

“Tanjiro. First Milo. Now this girl. Did you join the demon slayer corps just to get cute girls??!!!” Zenitsu shrieked, chasing Tanjiro around the wisteria house.

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself!!!” Zenitsu screamed.

“Zenitsu! She’s my-“ Tanjiro tried to reason with the blonde, only to get cut off once more.

“I don’t wanna hear it!!!” Zenitsu yelled.

Milo and the girl watch the boys running around, the aforementioned girl flinching when Inosuke starts yelling and chasing both of the other boys.

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Milo sat up, cat ears on the top of her head and a tail swaying.

She hadn’t realized that her neko features were no longer being repressed.

“Milo?” Tanjiro called out and Milo hummed in response.

“Why do you have cat ears and a tail?” He asked and she frowned.

“Dang it.. just as I was getting good at suppressing the neko spirit.” She muttered, annoyance in her voice.

“Neko spirit?” He asked and Milo nodded.

“Yep. I come from a long line of neko spirits on my mom’s side. Basically I can turn into a cat, have cat features, and suppress said features.” She explained, then transforming into her cat form.

Tanjiro looked at her with love struck eyes. ‘Just when I thought I couldn’t be more impressed with her..’

Milo transformed back, not hiding the ears and tail.

“I guess there’s no sense in hiding them no more.” She spoke sheepishly and Tanjiro nodded.

Zenitsu walked into the room, his eyes go wide. He gasps loudly and runs to Milo, grasping her hands in his own.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get even prettier!” He exclaims with a smile.

Milo inches away from him uncomfortably, her ears going down.

Tanjiro pulled her back, getting in front of her.

Milo’s tail instinctively wrapped around Tanjiro’s arm, causing him to blush slightly.

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Milo’s crow flew down to her, a letter tied to his leg.

He landed on her arm and she untied the letter, a feeling of dread taking over her senses.

“Who’s it from?” Tanjiro asked, noticing the smell of dread emanating from the girl.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s from my aunt Aika.” She says, then starts to read it, her eyes scanning over the paper.

“She’s telling me about a guy she met, she recently became a hashira, his name is Giyuu Tomioka and he’s also a hashira.” Milo explained, giggling softly.

“That name sounds really familiar, Giyuu Tomioka.” Tanjiro said thoughtfully.

“Hm.. why’s that?” Milo asked then Tanjiro remembered why the name, Giyuu sounded familiar.

“Tomioka san found me and Nezuko after our family got slaughtered by a demon.” Tanjiro explained, sadness in his voice.

“Oh.. I was saved by someone who matches Aunt Aika’s description of him perfectly.” Milo says, a puzzled expression on her face.

“It has to be a coincidence that we were both found by the same hashira..” Tanjiro mutters and Milo nods.

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“GO TO MOUNT NATAGUMO!!!” Kuro, Milo’s crow, yells to Tanjiro, Milo, Zenitsu, and Inosuke.

The 4 of them look up at the crow, then follow it in the direction of the mountain.

~the end~

A/n: I hope y’all like this chapter! ❤️ As mentioned in the last chapter, I apologize if i ever make any timeline mistakes or whatever. I hope that this story is enjoyable regardless!❤️

featured in this chapter: @muichirothehashira’s oc, Aika Shineeza

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro kimetsu no yaiba #teehee #milo’s strawberries #theyluvsmilo #demon slayer tanjiro #milo suzuki #neko milo supremacy #milo the neko #shes so cute #love her to death #hehe #tanjmilo fanfics #multichapter fic #demon slayer fic #tanjmilo fic