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misspearly1 · 1 year
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115 and 116 with joel bear? <3
Oh my Gosh! Nonnie, forgive me for how long I have taken to complete this. I'm working through my requests slowly. These prompts though?? 🥹 Oh so good for our beloved Joel bear! Thank you so much for sending this into my blog and I hope you enjoy the read. 💜
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A Beautiful Thing
Pairing: Joel Miller x Y/N (F!Reader)
WC: 3.9K
Prompts: "You wrote me a song?" // "You weren't supposed to hear that!"
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Strangers to lovers. Love at first sight. Soft Joel playing the gee-tar. Joel being a tease. Reader worrying that she had ruined a surprise, but Joel making her feel better about it. Light Smut. Ass Groping & Kissing. Lots of Fluff with a Happy Ending.
Song Choice: It's Your Love by Tim McGraw - inspired this story, the title, and the song that Joel sings in this story. It doesn't belong to me, of course, but I'm stating that all credit goes to the original singers/songwriters just in case I need to.
AN: Ok, I was deep in the fluffy feels with this one Nonnie. There isn't any smut really - which is strange because I'm always a horny ass bish for Joel lol - but let me know if you'd like a part two with some smut. I'd love to come back to this story. 💖
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You have a lot of good days and bad days here in Jackson. Everyone does. It’s just the way life goes, and although the scales sometimes tip too much on the bad side, it only makes you appreciate all the good that much more. 
Take today for example, you woke up bright and early, ate breakfast and felt energetic, then went out on patrol and came back to Jackson without a scratch before taking a shower for date night at your boyfriends house.
It doesn’t sound like much, but when the world went to shit and the chances of dying at any given second became higher than ever, then that is considered a really good day in your books. 
Besides, even if you did have a bad day, then what better way to turn it around than spending an evening with Joel Miller - your boyfriend - whom you deem to be the sexiest man alive?
You vividly remember how Joel took your breath away the first time you met him. Albeit, he was chopping wood under the summer sun with no shirt on in his backyard, but he was, and still is, the sexiest guy you’ve ever laid eyes on. 
This happened just over six months ago, and the only reason you were in his backyard in the first place was to ask for advice about carving a sculpture out of wood, but drooling over his half naked body is what you did instead for a few minutes before he noticed you were standing there.
The man caught you eyeing him up and down, and thankfully for your sake, he felt flattered rather than uncomfortable. You often think about that day and smile fondly at how he reacted to your mindless ogling. The way he blushed a little and softly chuckled never fades from your memory.
You apologised for the intrusion of course, and for staring at him too, then explained that you were there to seek his professional advice. He was a carpenter after all and you assumed he’d know how to help. The project you were working on at the time was a three foot wooden rabbit. You’ve always believed they brought good luck and wanted something decorative for your home.
Joel naturally took an interest in your project and instead of just giving you a short answer and a couple pointers, he offered you a seat on his back porch and gave some really helpful advice on what to do and what not to do. You sat with the man for twenty minutes and the conversation flowed like you were a friend to him, not a stranger. He really made you feel comfortable and welcome, even offered you a tall glass of lemonade with ice upon noticing you were burning up from the sun in the sky.
You accepted his offer, but later admitted that it was actually his voice causing you to burn up. Not only were you attracted to his looks, but you were attracted to that thick southern drawl of his too. He spoke with a pleasantly deep, yet equally soft and smooth tone, one that just captured your whole attention and drew you in.
Joel's company was captivating, and you hungrily wanted more of his attention, but even though he didn't give you any reason to end the conversation, you made an excuse to leave and let him get back to chopping wood. You didn’t want to leave so soon after meeting him, but you had already taken up too much of his time and thanked him before saying your goodbyes. His response however, was most surprising.
“Happy to help, darlin’,” is what he said to you, and the flirtatious wink he shot your way made you feel weak in the knees. It was a simple gesture, but he did it so smoothly and with a seductive smirk on his lips too that just made you all the more attracted to him. 
You left Joel that day, feeling giddy, turned on and a little lightheaded too, then planned to return three days later with a home baked cherry pie to say thanks for the help, but to your absolute surprise and delight, the man showed up at your door just as you had taken the pie out of your oven.
He wanted to see you again and had asked his brother where you live to show up at your door unannounced. You invited him into your home, shared that cherry pie over another captivating conversation and the rest was history. 
Six months later, here you are now; in a steady relationship with the man and your love for each other grows stronger everyday. You still drool over him and even consider it a hobby of yours to watch him work, especially when he’s in his workshop.
You like to be in his company and often just sit on the sofa with a book to read while he chips and chisels away at a block of wood, creating another masterpiece worthy of a place on display around his home. But more often than not, your book is abandoned as you choose to gaze upon him instead.
No matter how many times you’ve done it before, you never grow tired of admiring the way Joel looks while working. He has a little lamp in his desk, it’s dimly lit and casts a warm glow across his face which just highlights his rugged good looks in the very best way. 
The focus and patience he has with woodwork is quite impressive too. You love to see that look of concentration on his face. It’s the way his eyes glide across his sculpture and his brows furrow, or the way he sometimes presses the tip of his tongue against his lip. You don’t know why he does that, but it’s really cute and funny to see nonetheless. Suppose it’s just one of those things that some people do without realising it. 
While you often like to gaze at him in his workshop, he likes to gaze at you too, especially when dancing in the dark. It’s become something that you and Joel do almost every night. He waits till nightfall, when all the lights are off and you’re about to head upstairs to bed or say goodnight and head home. Spontaneously grabbing your hand, he’ll pull you toward his chest and sway to the sweet sound of silence, grinning brightly as you laugh with endearment.
Dancing in the dark. That was Joel’s thing. He started it, but it’s something you very quickly grew to love. Speaking of love, he often swears that your love does something to him while dancing in the dark with you. He’ll joke and say that he’s under a spell, but can’t get enough while looking into your eyes and brushing a piece of hair behind your ear to really drink in the sight of your face mere inches away from his. 
And you believe him. Believe every word of what he says. He certainly acts like he can’t get enough of your love as he finds any and all ways to adore you. “Darlin’, your love is a beautiful thing.” He’s said to you many times before in the past and you believe him, but you never forget to tell him that his love is also a beautiful thing as well. The man treasures you, thinks the world of you and keeps you close to his heart. Those feelings are mutual. You feel the same way as he does, and honestly, you can see yourself spending the rest of your days with Joel. 
Upon spending the last several minutes thinking about the man, the desire to be in his company was growing rapidly, thus making you pick up your pace to reach his house faster. He unfortunately lives on the other side of Jackson, therefore it takes a solid ten minutes to walk there depending on your speed. Usually, you just take a leisurely stroll, but tonight you’re feeling extra needy for his love and attention.
Approaching his front door with your own key in hand, a key that he gave you two weeks ago, you unlock the door and slip inside quietly without making any noise. Joel admitted that he would have given you a key to his home sooner, but he worried about how it would make you feel and assured you that the gesture doesn’t need to be reciprocated. He just didn’t want to rush you, or make you feel obligated in any way, but you wanted to. You wanted him to have access to your house like it was his second home, and so you took your spare key and gave it to him two weeks ago on that very same day. 
Truthfully, you like to spend most evenings over at Joel’s house compared to yours. You can’t describe it exactly, or pin-point the reason why, but his house just feels the right place to be. Despite that, he also has such great taste in decoration too. You admire the way he furnished his place. It looks better than yours and feels cosy, welcoming and relaxed. 
Since you could hear the familiar twang of his guitar upon entering his home, you guessed that he was out back on the porch. It’s one of two usual spots that he likes to sit and play till his heart's content. You love to listen to him, and considering you wanted to take him by surprise, you tip-toed your way into the kitchen and through the laundry room to listen at the back door. However, you didn’t recognise the tune. 
The song Joel was playing is something he hasn’t ever played before, but it started off with an acoustic that was warm and gentle. Just so soothing to the ears that you instantly relaxed as your face softened with a smile. You leaned against the doorframe and closed your eyes, listening to him harmonising with the melody that he had created. The sound of him humming was so peaceful that it could lull you to sleep right here, but then he started singing and your heart skipped a beat. 
“Dancing in the dark, middle of the night,” he says poetically, the lyrics of his song catching your attention right away, “Taking your heart, and holding it tight,” he continues and you continue to listen closely, “Emotional touch, touching my skin, and asking you to do what you’ve been doing all over again. Oh, it’s a beautiful thing,” you gasp, holding your hand over your mouth with tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. “Don’t think I can keep it all in. I just gotta let you know what it is that won’t let me go. It’s your love, it just does something to me.” 
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It was a complete shock to hear a song so moving and meaningful, and sung so beautifully by Joel that’s about you and your love. You had so much joy exploding inside of you that it was overwhelming, though he stopped abruptly and you peeped around the door to find him jotting words down on a little pocket pad - his song book. 
He looked so enthralled as he continued where he left off, his head bobbing along to the tune as he tapped his foot against the floor. You still couldn’t believe it and almost felt compelled to pinch your skin to check if this was all a dream. Joel rarely sings for you. He plays the guitar for you all the time, but to actually sing along to his music takes a lot of courage and just hearing him sing so passionately with confidence was sending shivers down your spine. 
His voice was transcendent and mesmerising, full of affection and romance. It made you feel like you were at the centre of his world, enveloped in the warmth of his love. Though, as much as you loved to hear the man sing, it didn’t feel right doing it this way. You were essentially eavesdropping on him at a time where he was most vulnerable, and it’s not fair.
He doesn’t know you’re standing just a few feet away, and what if that betrays his trust if he were to find out? Or worse, what if it destroys his confidence to ever sing in front of an audience? The worry of this possibility made up your mind. He can’t know you’re here. Not yet and not like this. 
Moving away from the door and quietly making your way towards the kitchen, your plan is to open the front door and shut it loud enough for him to hear. Then he will stop singing, hide his songbook and you can pretend that this never happened until he is ready to play his song for you. You could still hear him as you neared the front of the house, and the sound of his voice was as beautiful as ever. 
Upon reaching the front door, you opened it and shut it again before calling out for him like this was your first entry. “Hi baby!” You say excitedly, “I’m home.” 
The music stops instantly and it makes you stifle a laugh to hear him yell back like he wasn’t just singing his heart out. “Hey darlin’, I’m in the backyard,” I know that, you thought, “Come out here. I got somethin’ to show yer.” Oh shit… You panicked, wondering what he had to show you and if you have just spoiled your own surprise. What if he was going to play the song for me tonight anyway and I ruined it? You ask yourself with a pang of regret. 
You didn’t know what to think or what to expect when you approached the backdoor for a second time, but the smile on Joel’s face brought you some comfort and relief. After all, you were eager to see him tonight and are still very much hungry for his love and attention, but if you have ruined something special, then you at least hope some of the surprise can be salvaged. 
Hurrying towards him and taking a seat right on his lap, you held both your hands to each side of his face and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips, displaying just how much you miss him. He kisses you back ravenously and smiles like he hadn’t seen you in days when it was only last night that you last saw each other. The fact that he missed you just as much made your heart swell. 
Naturally, he laid both hands to your ass with a groping squeeze, humming deeply into your mouth with satisfaction. You like when he holds onto your ass like this. It makes you feel adored and aroused. He breaks off to look at you, his smile slowly turning into a smirk as he whispers. “Hi, gorgeous” 
“Hey, stud,” you reply and mirror his smile, though your cheeks started to burn up under his wanton gaze. “How’s it going?” You ask upon recognising the playful mood he was in and return the gesture with your teasing tone of voice, “I see that you have your guitar out here. Playing for the stars again?" 
“Oh, you saw that, did you?” He chuckles with amusement, as if he were pleased with himself and you can tell that he’s up to something since he had that look in his eyes; it was just full of mischief. You looked at him suspiciously, your eyes narrowed as he continued to laugh. “Yeah, I have my guitar out here…” he slowly bit his lip, and he did it in such a sexually provocative manner that it made you clench around nothing. “I was singing a song.” 
“M-hm,” you roll your lips together and quickly gather that he’s onto you. That’s why he’s acting this way… He knows. “And um… What song were you singing?” You try to come across like you don’t have the slightest clue, as if you don’t already know he was singing. 
His chest swells with pride as he answers truthfully, “I was singing your song, babydoll.” 
“You wrote me a song?” You beam excitedly. Even though you already knew, it didn’t take away how incredibly special you feel upon hearing the man say those words himself. Perhaps some of his surprise for you was salvaged after all. You weren’t taken aback with shock, but you felt your stomach flutter and your heart begin to pick up speed once again. He still looked so happy too, and you could tell he was savouring the way you reacted.
“Yes darlin’. I wrote you a song and I was singing it just now, but-” he looks at you with accusatory eyes, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” 
Now you were taken aback with shock, and he began to laugh at your reaction, the sound was sweet and authentic to your ears. It didn’t sound fake or full of mockery. He just sounded so amused and happy, really happy as a matter of fact, and he ran his hands up your back reassuringly. “You weren’t supposed to hear that yet,” he clarifies, and it gives you some comfort, “It’s ok that you did, and I appreciate that you tried to make it better by pretending you didn’t hear me.” 
“Fuck…” You sigh and shake your head, blaming yourself for ruining everything. “Did you know I was standing there the whole time?” You ask incredulously. 
“No, not quite, sweetheart.” He replies, thus causing you a great deal of confusion. If he didn’t know I was here, then how did he know I heard him singing? You wonder while he continues to smile and shake softly with a chuckling laughter escaping him. He’s too happy, and that look on his face spoke of pleasure. 
“Wanna take a wild guess as to how I knew?” He asks, then pauses briefly with one of his brows raised, as if giving you a chance to think about his question before answering. But you didn’t answer. You couldn't answer, so he did instead. “Since when do you come home and announce you're here?” 
“Oh my God, Joel,” you cry out with embarrassment. Burying your face into his neck and lamenting over your mistake, you could still feel him shaking ever so slightly as he continued to laugh at your failure. “Of course!” You moan into his shirt with a ghost of a smile on your lips. “How could I have been so stupid and forget about that. Of course you would know something was up.” 
“You’re not stupid at all. Don’t say that, babe,” he chides. Sliding his hand up your spine and cupping the back of your head, his embrace tightens a little as he plants a kiss in your hair, the action making you feel less disappointed with yourself. “I know you were thinking what’s best for me,” he says, hugging you closely, “And that’s something special right there, doll.” 
Tilting your head to rest your cheek against his neck, his words gave you even more relief and comfort, though the worry around fucking everything up still remained. You lift your head to look at him, expressing a look of regret in your eyes and ask: “When did you originally plan to play me the song?” You sigh, chewing on the inside of your lip with self-annoyance, “I just feel really bad, you know? Like I ruined something special you had planned to surprise me with.” 
“You didn’t ruin anything,” he promised. Shifting his position a little more to aid his comfort, he leans back and kicks his feet up onto the table before pulling you to sit directly over his crotch. The action was nothing out of the ordinary, he prefers you to sit like this as much as you do, but it made you gasp softly upon feeling his bulge press into your heat from below.
He heard the noise you made and recognised the way it made you feel, causing him to smirk before resting his hands to your ass once again. “I hadn’t decided when to play it for you,” he answers, shrugging. “I just couldn’t make up my mind… was overthinkin’ the how and when to do it, but I shoulda’ just played it for you a long time ago.” 
“Wait…” You tilt your head at him, confused, “What do you mean by a long time ago? How long have you been working on this?” 
He grins brightly, his cheeks starting to blush a little from your questions, but he had no problem in answering them truthfully. “Six months ago, right after I met you in our backyard,” he says, and it really takes your emotions on a rollercoaster ride as you don't know what to say or what to think. Though, your silence didn’t discourage him and he continued. “I knew you were different darlin’, and as soon as you left me, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about yer,” your face burns with flattery as you absorb his compliments. “Couldn’t even get back to chopping wood. I was that head over heels for yer… So, I grabbed my guitar and started playing something I never played before.” 
“Really?” You manage to break your silence to ask.
“Really babydoll.” He responds with an affirmative nod. “The tune came first, but the lyrics came later and…” he pauses momentarily to brush your hair behind your ear and gaze into your eyes. “...That day I showed up at your door and we shared the cherry pie in your kitchen? That’s when I knew for sure you were different. I knew in my heart that you were something special, Y/N.” 
“Joel,” you blurt his name with an elevated tone in your voice, your smile displaying nothing but delight and rejoice. “Did I really make you fall that hard for me?” You cry out and laugh sweetly, as if you couldn’t believe him even though he’s just said it himself. He fell just as hard as you did the moment you laid your eyes upon him. The feeling was mutual. It always has been. 
“Yes ma’am, I did indeed,” he drawls thickly, the crows feets around his eyes deepening, “And showing up at your door unannounced was the first best decision I ever made in our relationship.” He details, though it piqued your interest and you had to ask: “If that was the first, then what was the second best decision you ever made?” 
Joel pulls you in, placing his lips to your cheek with a tickling kiss as he whispers teasingly. “I’m sure you can figure that one out,” he chuckles softly before peering into your eyes and holding your line of sight. You hear the way his breath hitches in his throat, see the way he looks at your lips and smiles, his eyes expanding with love and devotion. It’s the way he looks at you every night, and sure, you could figure out what the second best decision he ever made was, but you wanted to hear him say it himself. You wanted to hear him ask you that question. 
And not a second later, he did ask you that question, and your answer was an immediate yes.
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auteurdelabre · 4 months
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Losing our Minds Together Part 1 [Joel x f!reader][Bill x Frank][Ellie x Riley]
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Summary: As an artist by trade it's only natural that you'd agree to give your young neighbor Ellie drawing lessons. You just weren't counting on her stoic father Joel Miller getting under your skin.
Rating: 18+ (for future chapters)
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Pairing: Dad!Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n, no physical descriptions) , Bill x Frank, Ellie x Riley, Tommy x Maria
Warnings: This is saccharine slice of life with smut and a Soft!Joel. You have been warned. There is smut, but when it gets to those chapters you will have plenty of warning. (That is if there is interest in my story!)
A/N: Hey ya'll I loved writing "Something to Fight For" so much, building a world for these characters to live a kinder, softer life. I couldn't stay away from the idea of another AU story for Joel x Reader, this one with less angst , our fav girl Ellie's first crush, and our fav guys Frank and Bill falling in love. Nothing like my other work, not associated with it at all, just similar in that I'm the one writin' it heh heh. But PLEASE let me know what ya'll think in the comments.
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Losing our Minds Together: Chapter 1
I don't paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
- Frida Kahlo
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It needs more blue.
No, no. That's wrong. It needs white, just a little dab.... There.
Perfect.
You step back from the canvas, satisfied.
The music is blasting, something moody by The Smiths. A bit before your time, but you've always had a proclivity for older things. Old houses, like the one you live in. Old furniture artfully arranged in the rooms, beautifully carved and one of a kind. Old music, like the stuff that blasts from your CD player now.
You think it's because you grew up with your grandfather. The kindest, most patient man you'd ever met. The kind of man that saved you after your parents died in the car accident. Not just in sheltering and feeding you, but in building you up again. Reminding you what was so wonderful about being alive.
He's the reason your an artist. He's the reason you're alive at all, really.
You brush the hair that's fallen into your face, feeling the dried paint there and breathing deeply as you step back and survey your work.
This one is the ocean, a trite and overdone concept, but working only with the palette knife gives it fat swathes of colorful texture. The kind that makes each wave seem possible to touch, to dive into.
Your next gallery showing is coming up, and you have a few more pieces to create. It's a multimedia exhibition, and your latest batch of ceramics needs to be fired. You sigh, thinking of the kiln you had to sell last month to pay the rent. Money is a bit tight these days, your art's not selling like it used to.
Over the music you hear the sound of beeping, high pitched. You turn, looking through the large bay windows of your studio/office.
There's a moving truck, and alongside it a silver blue truck gliding into the driveway next to yours.
New neighbors. You'd forgotten the couple across the street had mentioned that the place was bought. The place next to yours had gone unsold for so long that you just assumed it would stay abandoned forever. You'd enjoyed that, feeling more free in your backyard without the old biddy who used to live there shooting you daggers.
You take a sip of your coffee, watching as the moving vehicle backs into the driveway next to the truck.
A young girl scrambles from the front of the truck, dressed in jeans and a faded black t-shirt layered over a striped long sleeved shirt.
She walks quickly towards the house, her dark eyes blown wide.
"This place is fucking huge."
You giggle silently to yourself at the young teens observation. She can't be more than fourteen with her dark hair in a knotted ponytail. It swishes back and forth as she takes in the entire house.
You watch as a tall man with broad shoulders and tousled brown curls steps down from the truck. He's wearing jeans and a black t-shirt that pulls against his thick biceps.
"Watch it," he says without malice. "Swearing isn't exactly becoming of a young lady."
You hear a twang in his husky voice, one that doesn't match his daughter's. Texas maybe?  You've never been great at placing accents.
You watch with mild interest as he begins to unhook the ties holding the boxes in the flatbed.
"Yeah well when I see one I'll tell her," the girl replies.
You feel yourself bubbling over with laughter. She's quick. You smile around your coffee cup, watching them.
You find yourself rather fascinated with the duo, listening to them banter back and forth from your window. They carry boxes inside the house , talking the entire time. You can't hear everything, but you think you hear the words "baby" and "school".
"This place is amazing, Joel," Ellie says.
Joel. Not dad. And yet when you watch them interact it's certainly as if they are family. You suppose that he's perhaps the step dad, that the mother will be joining soon.
You consider going over, being neighborly and offering some help. But a quick beep of your watch reminds you that you're already behind on your own tasks for the day. 
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You grunt carrying the large box of dried ceramics up the steps of the gallery. The site conditioning hits you and you send a silent prayer to whatever god is in control of temperature.  Through the double doors at the back is Frank's personal studio. He owns the gallery, recently moved here but still loves to create his own art. He's really big into textiles and ceramics.
He's the one who first taught you to throw on a wheel.
Frank was friends with your grandpa as long as Frank had lived in Wyoming. He's known you since your were a heartbroken twelve year old moving to a new city with a grandfather you barely knew.
You were coming from New York. Big city, big apple, big dreams. Moving to Wyoming had felt like a punishment. Leaving your friends and life behind.
But Wyoming is where you found your love. Art. Paint, ceramics, drawing, anything you can get your hands on.
"Honey!" Frank calls out when he sees you burst through the doors, rushing over to help you carry the items to a nearby table. He grunts, hefting them onto it along with you. 
Frank is tall, lean and impossibly handsome. When he smiles it lights up his face. He's always dressed well, chic like any gallery curator.
"You really need all these fired today?"
"Yeah," you nod panting. "Exhibition is coming up in soon. I gotta be ready. And I wanted to test some of the glazes first "
"We have those test tiles," Frank reasons. Frank always thinks he knows better about most things (which makes it extra annoying when he is).
"Yeah but you know it's not the same," you argue. "My pieces are totally different than-"
The two of you begin to debate the merits of test tiles as you unload the items and Frank places them into the kiln.
"These are great," Frank says, but you hear the catch in his tone. Great, but not like the stuff you used to make.*
"You wanna grab a bite?"
"Not this time," you say wincing. You don't want to have to say the words out loud: you're on a budget. A shitty one that means store bought coffee and no more non essential clothes shopping.
Then Frank says the two words that cause any broke artist to rejoice.
"My treat."
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It's busy in the cafe down the street. The one Frank comes to at least once a day. You settle into the bar along the window while Frank brings over his drink and your huckleberry pie. 
You chat a while longer, mentioning your new amusing neighbors and how you're going to miss having the quiet to work.
"Is the dad cute?" Frank asks with a brow raise. Frank loves hearing about your romantic life, you assume because his is so littered with bad dates and worse boyfriends.
"I didn't get a great look at the front," you admit. "But he wasn't bad from the back."
Frank laughs around his espresso cup before you suddenly feel him tense beside you. You watch your friend's eyes go owlish behind his glasses and follow his gaze out the window.
Coming up to the cafe with a scowl is Bill. Everyone in town knows him. Bill. The quiet, intense mechanic that owns the place around the corner. The one who comes in for coffee at roughly the same time every day. You roll your eyes at your friend, taking another bite of pie.
"Frank."
"Shhhh," Frank says, pressing into you with his shoulder as Bill walks in, the bell tinkling above him. You both watch as he strides heavily to the counter.
"Black coffee."
The usually friendly barista doesn't even say good afternoon. Bill doesn't do pleasantries. He slides the two wrinkled bills towards her.
"Still that guy, Frank? Really?"
Frank is smiling shyly. He gives a short shrug of his lean shoulder, before his eyes are back on Bill. As if he feels the gaze Bill glances over, catching Frank who  pretends to be laughing at something you say.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"He saw me staring," Frank says gripping your arm and shaking it gently. "Pretend you're telling a joke. Pretend you're funny."
"I am funny."
"Really?" Frank asks, his face amused. "I've never seen proof of that."
You give his shoulder a playful push. "When are you just gonna ask him out?"
"I don't even think he bats for my team," Frank murmurs back. "How humiliating would that be? I confess a year long crush just for him to tell me he's straight? No thanks. I did enough of that in college."
You smirk at that, nudging him with your elbow. "Wimp."
Frank says nothing, simply watches from behind you as Bill takes his coffee, heading outside back to his shop.
"Thanks for the pie," you say earnestly. "It's been forever since I had anything other than something I can heat in the microwave."
"Finances still tight?"
You shrug.
"Told your grandfather not to remortgage," Frank says under his breath.
"It's not all that bad," you insist. "If my next show goes well I'll be able to pay off the majority."
If you show goes well. If not, it might be time to think about selling. The thought of selling your grandfather's place with all its memories is upsetting.
"You should think about teaching art classes again," Frank suggests gently breaking into your thoughts. "You used to love doing that."
"Yeah well," it's your turn to shrug. "Things change."
"Only thing constant is this life is death and taxes," Frank agrees. "But what I'm hearing is you have taxes you can't pay."
You go quiet.
"Just think about it," Frank urges you.
"Okay," you nod at your friend before scraping the last bit of huckleberry onto your fork. "I'll think about it."
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Your car rambles into the driveway hours later, the sun setting behind you. You're tired, spent from dropping buying specialized art supplies in Colter Bay.
The last of your money for this month, but if it's as good as the woman in the shop promised then your pieces are going to look amazing. And you need them to look amazing. You need to make sales.
You give a groan, pulling the bags from the seat next to you. You stretch to a stand, your mind whirring with all you need to do in the coming weeks.
"Got any garbage bags?"
"Christ!" you scream at the unexpected male voice behind you, dropping the bag you're holding in fright.
The man, Joel, your neighbor stands looking aghast. His hair is sweaty at the temples, his t-shirt damp along the collar. He's been lugging boxes all day, the moving truck is gone and his truck's flatbed is bare. He has a beard, closely trimmed and the same shade as his hair. Up close you can see it's threaded with bits of grey.
You look down to your feet, your worst fears confirmed. The expensive brushes you bought have snapped under the heavy gloss varnish bottle which has cracked and leaked all over the bag and now dribbles onto the driveway.
"No," you drop to your knees, trying your best to scoop the vanish back into the bag even though you know it's pointless.
Joel drops to one knee as well, even though he can tell it's fruitless. He looks at your crumpled face as you stare at the waste, shaking your head.
All you can see now is dollars and cents being quickly soaked up by the ground.  You drop your head into your hands.
"Fuck. No. This can't be happening."
You twitch when you feel a heavy hand at your shoulder. A tentative gesture of apology from the man knelt across from you. 
"I'm so sorry," Joel says, his face twisted into genuine concern. "I'll replace 'em. Just tell me where and I-"
You're so angry. Angry about the fact that you have no money. Angry about your art not selling as well. Angry about the pitying look in Frank's eyes when you talked about the mortgage. And now deep thundering fury at the man who gapes at you with wide brown eyes.
You glare before you angrily push his wide hand off your shoulder.
"Stay away from me you fucking hillbilly."
Joel's eyes blow wide at your sudden vitriol. You jerk to a stand, bringing the ruined supplies with you. Joel is still kneeling there, staring at the remnants of the varnish. 
Without another look you rush to your house, holding back furious tears as you force the key into the lock.
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g00-b0y · 6 months
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Alrighty so I've never posted a fic on here but I'm going to give it a go! This one's going to be a one shot maybe? I started a second chapter but I think it works well as a stand alone. It's TicciJack so if you do not like ships just scroll past.
They are my ADHD x Autism fav your honor
Jack walked through the woods slowly, his feet dragging through the fallen leaves. None of his usual carefulness was present as he stomped home. The sound of leaves crunching under him annoyed him immensely, but he didn’t have the energy to avoid them. He glared down at the leaf covered earth, as if it was the fault of the leaves for his bad mood.
Today had been particularly stressful, he hadn't been able to complete his task for the day and he'd have to double up on work tomorrow. His mood worsened with every step, every noise making anger boil up inside of him. He groaned and stopped walking, pulling his hair back into a thick ponytail to keep it out of his face.
He stood for a few seconds, closing his eyes and letting the cool fall breeze flow over him. His chest rose slowly as he took deep breaths, calming himself. He just needs to calm down before he gets home.
Jack plopped down onto the ground, hearing the crunch of leaves under him. Everything was too much today. He just wanted to be home, taking a shower in silence while all his worries washed off. But, Toby was there. Jack loved Toby with all his heart, but he knew he’d be all over him when he got home. Pretty much every other day, that was fine, but today he wasn’t prepared for all the stimulation.
No, it wasn’t Toby’s fault he had a bad day and he wasn’t going to take it out on him. He tried to relax, listening to the wind around him and the small noises of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the trees. This is nice, Jack loves nature and being outdoors, there’s no need to be angry at the birds and leaves for just existing.
After a few minutes of sitting, he pushed himself up and stood. Some of his annoyance had subsided, and he just really wanted to be home.
He continued the trek home, his mind drifting and wandering off to the mistakes he had made today. After a while, he and Toby's cabin came into view, the small worn down house blending into the trees around it, nearly invisible if you weren't looking for it.
It was dark brown, it had been made out of the trees around it to blend in better. Vines and moss had started to grow along the sides, as well as some poison ivy Jack kept forgetting to take care of. There were a few flowers planted sporadically around the house, not in any particular pattern. Those were Toby's, he had a special interest in gardening and had even started growing fruits and vegetables in the backyard. Jack couldn't eat any of the food he grew but he thought it was a cute hobby. Jack walked up and slowly opened the front door, looking around the living room for Toby. The house was oddly quiet for Toby being home. He was probably out in his back garden.
“Toby? You home?” Jack called into the house, hanging his bag and mask on the coat rack. He was greeted by an echo of his own voice calling back to him. Toby must be in the backyard, Jack concluded. He brushed the dirt off his pants and walked to the backdoor. The floor creaked beneath him as he walked. This was going to be an incredibly long evening.
He walked into the backyard and there he was, Toby. His neck jerked slightly to the side and he let out a loud sharp whistle. A smile crept onto Jack’s face, Toby was here and everything was going to be okay. He walked to his… friend. He walked over to Toby and sat beside him. The two looked at each other, a large smile taking over his face as he plopped down next to Jack, having previously been squatting while tending his veggies.
“Hey.” Toby said simply, looking up at Jack as he tried to hide the smile on his face.
“Hey.” Jack replied, watching Toby twist tomatoes off the plant. Toby hummed quietly, the two sitting together in mostly quiet as they just enjoyed each other’s company. Jack held his hands out and held the vegetables that Toby harvested. The two walked into the house, Toby telling Jack about his day as he began to work on his dinner.
“How wa-was work?” Toby asked, glancing at him. His neck jerked to the side and he smiled at Jack. Jack’s stomach dropped a little. He had almost forgotten about his failure today. He would have to break the news to Toby that he would have to be gone all day tomorrow, probably late into the night. He let out an involuntary sigh, seemingly peeking Toby’s interest. “What happened?” he asked, turning around fully and looking up at Jack.
“I, umm, I was unsuccessful.” Jack sighed. He stared at the ground and frowned, Toby was going to be pissed. They were only allowed to stay here if they both completed their work for the faceless thing keeping them imprisoned in these woods. He braced for the yelling and stared at the ground, incredibly ashamed of his failure.
“I’m so-suh-sorry to hear that, you want me to cuh-cook suh-some-something for you?” he asked. Not a hint of anger in his voice. Jack took a second to calm himself, Toby isn’t like that, Toby doesn’t yell at him.
“I…yea, that would be nice.” Jack nodded, meeting his eye and giving him a small smile. Toby nodded and pulled out another pan, Jack scrambled to grab some of his canned organs from the fridge. He handed the mason jar to Toby and watched as he started to cook them. They two stood in the kitchen silently for the rest of the cooking of the meal. Jack picked at his fingers and stood closer to Toby, glancing at him and watching him switch between pans. He added spices and veggies, seemingly not thinking about any of it as he threw it in.
“Why don’t you ch-cha-change out of your s-sm-sm-smelly work clothes.” Toby suggested lightly, knowing Jack must have forgotten after coming home. Jack nodded and walked to their bedroom, changing while Toby finished up dinner.
They reconvened in the living room. They called it a living room, but it was really just an old busted up couch that Toby had put in the effort to fix by adding patches wherever the stuffing had started to creep out of the seams. There were a few posters up on the wall, but neither of them had wanted to go through the effort of finding a television. Even if they did manage to find one, they’d have to barter with Ben to get the thing running well enough to be worth the effort. Neither of them particularly wanted to go through the exhausting challenge of finding something the spector would find worth it’s while. They knew the ghost was just a lonely kid who adored attention, but neither of them had the energy to deal with it on a regular basis. So instead they allowed Ben to pester Jeff instead of drawing it’s attention too often.
Together they sat on the couch, Toby practically on Jack’s lap as they ate in silence. Jack had not noticed, but Toby had obviously picked up on his mood and decided to keep most comments inside his head for the night. After they finished Toby took the plates to the sink, washing them up and humming to himself. Jack loved when Toby hummed, sang, anything musical. Jack had a very hard time carrying a tune, not having a musical bone in his body. But Toby? Toby could replicate almost anything with his voice, and somehow translate that to his busted up old guitar he insisted on keeping.
Jack stood and walked to the kitchen, watching Toby as he washed. It was hypnotizing. Toby had a certain way he did everything, especially cleaning. Jack occasionally tried to help, but he could never manage to do it the way Toby wanted it done, so he just watched instead. Toby never got angry when he messed up cleaning, but he could tell it made Toby anxious for some reason. After Toby finished cleaning, he washed his hands thoroughly. They walked to their bathroom together, neither of them needing to ask the other. This is simply what they did every night. They would have dinner, Toby would clean, and they’d shower together.
They undressed and got into the shower together. Toby stood in front of Jack, hogging all the water as Jack shivered. Jack simply rolled his non-existent eyes and started to wash Toby’s hair for him. Toby sang quietly, making up the words and notes as he went. Toby turned and looked up at Jack, but did not wash his hair in return. Jack did not need his hair cleaned as often as Toby as his hair was a different type. When his hair did need to be cleaned they would set aside an entire afternoon for Toby to clean and restyle Jack’s hair however he wanted. At first he was not very good at the styling part, but he had grown better after time and many YouTube videos.
They got out and dried off, talking quietly as they walked to their bedroom. Toby dressed in his boxers and laid on their bed. He fidgeted and squirmed as Jack got dressed. Jack eventually crawled into bed next to Toby and they assumed their cuddling positions. Jack laid on his side and had his legs up halfway to his chest. Toby laid on his back right next to him and laid his legs overtop of Jack’s. Toby scooted as close as he could to Jack and hummed. Jack told Toby about his failure to complete his work that day, his voice staying even and factual the entire time. Even if he wanted nothing more than to crawl out of his own skin. Toby nodded and listened, the only noises he made being the occasional whistle.
“It’s alright Jack. Maybe I’ll come help you tomorrow?” he suggested, tucking his head up under Jack's chin and closing his eyes. Jack froze. Toby was never this touchy, not that he minded. Toby only really wanted to be held when something was wrong, normally he insisted on holding the much larger man. Jack loved holding Toby though, so he did not comment. Instead he closed his eyes too. He played with Toby’s hair gently and slowly fell to sleep.
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moodywyrm · 10 months
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moony i just had a thought
farmer!sevika coming home close to sunset after going into town for some shopping/business, and when she comes home she can't find you anywhere. she's checked the garden, the flowers you typically tend, the den, the kitchen, the backyard, so naturally she goes to the second floor of your home. you're not in your bedroom, and she's puzzled, until she hears the water running in the shower and she can hear you singing in there and it just warms her heart. you, her precious wife, safe and happy in the beautiful home you've built together, and it just makes her so happy that THIS is her life.
oh baby you know the way to my heart. also sorry it took a sec to get to this, I've been so busy this weekend and im only gonna get busier bc it's officially finals season in about a week but bc I'm an English and history girl, I have to start Now </3
But yes!! I imagine she got you a lil something when she was out, like some soda water for your fizzy lil drinks, some floral jam from some of the other farmers, maybe a new book, etc. etc. She loves bringing you lil gifts from her trips to town, absolutely adores the way your face lights up everything she hands you a gift. She also knows it's less about the actual gift than the fact that she thought of You and decided to buy you something just because <3
She's pulls up to the house and hops out the truck, and usually you greet her at the porch when she comes home, but not this time and she's like??? uh?? hello???
So she heads into the house and she literally can't find you on the ground floor, and she also knows you wouldn't be out on the farm right now, so she goes upstairs.
As she's heading up, she zones in on the sound of the shower and immediately relaxes. Sevika, the sweet but very worried woman that she is, always gets anxious when she can't find you quickly, scared that you'll get hurt if she's not there to protect you </3 but I digress <3
She walks into the bedroom, depositing the gifts on your pretty lil vanity when she hears you singing. She honestly doesn't care if you are or aren't a singer, she thinks you sound beautiful as ever, singing along to Dolly Parton's "I Really Got The Feeling". Sevika pauses, standing in the middle of the room, heart thumping out of her chest because all of the sudden she's hit with just this wave of love and happiness and warmth.
It's hits her all at once, this is your guys' home. She has a home, not just a house, a home.
She is safe and warm and her wife is singing in their shower in their bathroom in their home on their farm. It hits her that she is no longer that angry and mean girl from the city, the one who with no family, no actual friends, a freezing cold one bedroom apartment and a rotating cycle of meaningless hookups. It's been Years since then, and she's somehow made it here, to a woman who loves her more than anything and a farm that they revived.
It feels like a homecoming, this one inconsequential moment after a trip to town. It makes it all feel so real, and Sevika, terrifyingly, feels herself tearing up. She's gotten more used to crying since she met you, but it still catches her off guard. She feels one slip down and she sniffles, making her way to the bathroom and stripping her clothes off bit by bit, determined to show you how much she loves you.
ok this made me so weirdly emotional??? hello???? farmer sevika lore for y'all, also I'm thinking about making separate master lists for each au? bc I feel like they're all getting jumbled </3 does that sound good to y'all?
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jesus-in-the-womb · 2 years
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Eddie finding out reader has an eating disorder (established relationship maybe?)
Ahh!! I truly adore every single one of you that sends a request my way, I enjoy attempting to bring your prompts to life!! it makes my day knowing that you chose me to write this!! Enjoy!! TW: MENTIONS OF EATING DISORDER, ANXIETY, SIGHT ANGST, SELF-DEPRECATION.
"Here we are, your Majesty." your boyfriend joked, walking towards your excited form that was perched on his living room couch. Your excitement dwindled down to fear, watching him place an assortment of junk food and sodas onto his coffee table. You were over at the infamous Eddie Munson's trailer for a ceremonial date night. You were expecting the usual, a light night picnic in his backyard, underneath the stars with a few beers and some fruit. To your surprise, he had said that he'd just rented a cool movie and was hoping you two could watch it. You agreed immediately, loving his taste in films, his taste in anything for that matter. But, if you'd known he'd come barreling out of his kitchen with calorie-packed snacks and sugary drinks, you would have pleaded with him to venture out into the grass.
He didn't notice your dismay, striding across the room to put the movie in. The long seconds it took for him to insert the VHS and start up the opening credits sent your mind into overdrive. You internally freaked out, eyes searching the bundle of food in hopes to find something healthy. You should've known, your boyfriend practically lived off of fatty foods. It was something you always found yourself growing jealous of, not once noticing a change in his weight from it, nor would you hate it if it had fluctuated. You loved every inch of him, no matter if it changed or not, his soul being the main thing that drew you close. It was your own fears and self-resentment that caused you to think like this, a strict diet and terrible self-image forced you to notice the number of calories in things as little as a banana.
When Eddie made it back to your side, he flopped down onto the couch, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close. You prayed he wouldn't notice how much distress you were in, leg shaking as it bounced in anxiety. He didn't notice thankfully, well at first. His body leaned forward, grabbing two cans of coke and passing one back towards you. You eyed it for a second, shaking your head with as polite of a smile as you could muster.
"I'm good, thank you though." he was quick to nod, placing it back on the table and trading the can for a bag of potato chips. The second he opened it, the smell of grease and heaps of salt met your scent, nose scrunching in nausea. You can't remember the last time you ate something that didn't have natural sugars, the last time you ate something manufactured. Eddie had known you for 6 years, 3 of those years belonging to your strong relationship. And not once, had he seen you eat anything other than greens and meat. It took him a while to get over his initial suspicion, chalking it up to you having a keen knowledge of what you put into your body. But, over the past few months, he was beginning to grow worried. He knew people who had specific diets like your own, but even they had 'cheat days'. His uncle being one of them, never touching anything with too much grease, but he'd seen him on more than one occasion, down an entire box of Twinkies; granted, the older man went on a junk food hiatus for a year straight after that. He'd never seen you even ogle anything even remotely close to unhealthy. It was beginning to freak him out, scenarios running wild in his mind, plaguing his thoughts with assumptions he was too afraid to voice aloud. Tonight would change that though.
Once the movie hit the hour mark, Eddie was growing paranoid with the sounds your stomach was clearly making. The volume on his TV was nearly through the roof, yet he could still hear gurgles of hunger punctuating themselves.
"You hungry? I have plenty of food right here, babe," he spoke, in hopes that you would practically pounce on the table, deciding he'd be okay with watching you scarf down a bag of Doritos like an animal if it meant that his fears would diminish.
"No, I'm okay," you flashed him your best fake smile, kissing his cheek and turning back to watch the movie, "I ate before I came over." it was a bald-faced lie, you hadn't eaten all day, work consuming a majority of your time before you'd arrived to the trailer park. Eddie knew you were lying, his eyes watching you like a hawk in case you showed any telltale signs. You did, your body going stiff and neck turning red.
"What is going on, Y/N," he turned towards you, not bothering to pause the movie. He didn't care that he'd have to rewatch the whole thing, he'd spent the entire time focusing on you anyways, "why are you lying to me?" hurt flashed through his heart for a second, the organ cracking in the slightest before he shoved the pain to the side, ushering his concern to take the spotlight.
"I'm not lying!" You squeaked out, wincing when you finally turned to look him in the eye, guilt eating away your chest with the gaze he'd set on you, "It's nothing Ed's. Can- Can we please just watch the movie?"
"It's not nothing Y/N/N, you're clearly hiding something from me. And I'm not going to pretend like you're okay when I can tell that something's up." He grabbed the TV remote, turning off the screen in hopes that it would conjure some sort of submission, in terms of you opening up to him. He would never force you to tell him something if you weren't comfortable doing so, but he knew this was something he needed to know, his thoughts confirmed true as he watched you begin to tear up.
You turned towards the blackened screen, praying that El would mentally lend you some of her powers so you could force the movie to come back to life, holding your breath as you literally tried to will the TV back on. A sigh left your lips, coming to the realization that you'd now have to tell your boyfriend why you'd been ignoring the mouth-watering food in front of you, wishing the couch would open up and swallow you whole.
"It's-" you paused, looking back up into his eyes, turning your body to sit facing him, folding your legs like a pretzel in hopes to prevent bouncing them. He followed your lead, copying your actions and reaching out to hold your hands, his eyes refusing to leave yours, even when he was met with your eyelids as you glanced down at your conjoined hands, "I can't eat stuff like that." you opted for a simplified version of your truth, assuming he'd just nod and go along with it before returning to the movie.
"Are you allergic or something? I didn't know, I'm sorry, I should be more careful." his caring words struck cords in your heart, face pulling into an ugly form as a sob left your throat.
"No! No, it's- it's not that. I just, you know, I can't eat stuff like that. I mean, look at me Ed, I'm not in the best shape." you watched as his mouth all but flung open, lips pursing into an 'o' in disbelief. He found it hard to hold back the anger brewing inside of him, knowing that it wasn't your fault that you saw yourself this way.
"Baby, what are you talking about? Your body is banging, if I wasn't already your boyfriend, I'd be a lovesick puppy around you," his words caused your chest to swell, a slight relief coursing through you, "you have a heart of gold, and the cutest little butt I've ever seen."
You let out a surprised gasp, scoffing before hitting his chest playfully laughing along with him, "you think so?"
"I know so, you're perfect just the way you are, I can't believe that you don't know how beautiful you are. It's literally insane. Do I need to call Pennhurst?" he joked towards the end, smiling softly as you giggled, happy to have pulled a laugh from you. He dropped your hands, opting to cup your tear-stained cheeks in comfort. Your body began to crumble, melting into his own as his lips began to dry up your tears, placing soft pecks here and there until he reached your closed eyes, placing soft kisses onto the lids before placing his forehead against your own.
"You're beautiful." you itched to tackle him in a hug, the man not really knowing the depth of your problem, yet still giving you so much reassurance, you were sure you could work your way out of the unending cycle.
"I love you." he smiled, leaning in to place one last kiss against your lips.
"I love you too, Princess." with that, he pulled away, turning the TV back on and shoving your back into his chest, holding your body tight to his and wishing he could sit there with you like this forever.
"You're not mad?" you asked, looking up at him and watching his neck strain to look down at you.
"Of course I'm mad, do you even know what a twinkie looks like?" he joked, forcing the most adorable angry pout to his lips, attempting to look furious, but ultimately looking so cute that it caused you to giggle.
"Nope." you popped the 'p', excitement flooding you at the all too familiar look on his face appeared. You'd seen it many times, the faux incredulous gaze appearing right before he shoved his fingers into the sides of your waist, tickling you mercilessly.
"Oh, that's it." you yelped, attempting to jump up from the couch, making it to your feet before the metalhead wrapped his arms around your middle, dragging you back to the couch and pinning you underneath him. His fingers softly dug into your sides, laughing above you as you squirmed around with shouts and pleas of joy.
"U-Uncle!" You yelled, hoping the boy would back off and you could dry your tears, your sides burning in slight pain, although you enjoyed the predicament.
"Wayne can't help you now, baby!" he shouted, moving his fingers to attack your armpits next.
When did you get so lucky?
oml... i love this... this has to be my favorite request!! Seeing as the ending is just too cute. Thank you so much for the love and support, peach out shawties!!
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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years
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Hi! If request are still open could I request a one shot of the Bucci gang members Fugo, Bruno, and Trish receiving a flower crown from a nervous s/o GN? Thanks! ☺️
A flower crown worth a thousand
Their s/o, who usually gets so shy and nervous around them, finally steps on their shyness and gifts them something special. What's their reaction?
Featuring: Fugo, Bruno and Trish (separately)
GN reader
A/N: This idea is absolutely adorable and I've never been happier to write something like this.
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Fugo Pannacotta
Fugo loved your shy nature. He liked to just sit in silence, just you and him, and read or watch a movie. He loved the fact that you two matched so well, being so alike, but still so different at the same time.
He liked that you were quiet and willing to listen, even when he had nothing to say. Just laying on your thighs in the backyard made him feel at peace. Everything about you was so calming. Your touch was enough to silence him anytime he had one of his outbursts.
Speaking of his outbursts, he was having one right now. Narancia once again did a stupid mistake on purpose because he got bored of the lesson and Fugo had enough. He violently got up from his chair and threw the table back, screaming at the poor boy.
"Narancia, I explained this type of exercise ten times, how the fuck can you make the same mistake for the ele-" the boy's yelling got interrupted by your small voice.
"Fugo, sorry to interrupt...whatever is going on here but, can you come for a second?" you said, holding your gift behind your back, hoping to save Narancia before he got his head smacked into the floor.
Fugo took a deep breathe and gave the other boy a deadly glare, starting to walk towards you. "What is it, tesoro?" he says on a much calmer tone, taking one of your hands. "Close your eyes and come with me!" you gave him a warm smile and dragged him after you, making sure he won't see the present.
You got to your room and pushed him inside and held the present in your hands. "Okay, open your eyes now!" you said nervously, your palms sweating and your hands shaking. You spent two hours making the flower crown and you really hoped he will like it.
Fugo gave you a confused look, titling his head. "What's this for?" the boy asked, taking the present in his own hands. "I...made this for you. I know I don't give you presents too often and I'm probably the worst partner you have ever had, but I really hope you will like this. I'm sorry that I'm not as touchy as other people, I promise it's nothing about you, I'm jus-" you started to ramble but his hand raising stopped you.
"Will you stop now? I don't want to hear you talking bad about yourself. Listen, I don't care that you don't give me presents or that you aren't that touchy yet. You are the best partner I have ever had and I couldn't ask for anyone better. Never say those things again, okay?" he offered you a small smile, placing the crown on his head. "And about this present...well, I have to say you took me by surprise. I like it, it's adorable."
Your hearth was racing in your chest and your face became red. You let out a shy whine and hugged him, hiding your face in his chest.
"I love you, Y/N."
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Bruno Bucciarati
As Fugo, Bruno liked your shy self. He thought you were just so adorable getting all worked up only from a hug or a small peck on the cheek. Every time you blushed and shyed away from his gaze, the man felt his heart melt.
You two were togheter for a year and a half and you never gifted him anything beside a small bracelet. A matching one, to be more exact. It wasn't something big, compared to his gifts, but it was meaningful. He wore it every day and never took it off ever since he got it.
He was chilling in the living room with the boys. A comedy movie was playing on the TV and sounds of popcorn being munched could be heard from Narancia and Mista.
You glanced scaredly at your flower crown. You worked for quite awhile at it but you were still nervous to give it to him. Was it too silly? Will he like it? Will he laugh at you? Will he think you were too childish?
You sighed and turned around, about to give up, when a suave voice flew past your ears. "Amore, is everything okay? Why aren't you coming in?" Bruno asked, leaning against the closed door.
Startled, you turned around again, looking at him. "What do you have there?" he looked over your shoulder, a curious glint in his eyes. "I...I-It's a present for you. I was debating between throwing it away or actually giving it to you." you repiled honestly, a small pout on your face.
"Why throw it away, caro? Come on, give it to me. I want to see it" your boyfriend signaled you to give the flower crown to him and you hesitated at first, but gave in. He seemed surprised, but you didn't know if it was in a good way or not.
That was until he put the crown on his head and offered you a small smile. "It's adorable, thank you. I'll wear it until it breaks." Bucciarati said and you blushed, giving a small smile back. "Now, you didn't answer my question. Why did you want to throw it?"
"I...thought you would think it's silly and laugh at me. Or think I'm a childish brat and break up with me. And I know I'm not the best partener since I don't give gifts and stuff, but I don't want to lose you." A pout replaced your smile and Bruno sighed.
"Bella, I would never laugh at any of your presents. And I don't care how many gifts you give me. I love what you make for me and I would never consider you a childish brat. Because, even if you are, you are my childish brat and I love you more than anything." Bruno stated and you blushed, hiding your face in your hands.
"Honestly, all I need is your love, Y/N."
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Trish Una
Trish was stuck in the middle. She didn't know if she liked or hated your shy nature, but she knew she loved you so it didn't really matter. You made her happy and that's all that matters, right?
Well maybe, but there were times like these where she only wanted to hug you without you squirming in her arms like you hated her and were forced to hug her. Or times when she wanted gifts from you. Nothing expensive, just little things made by you. And you didn't give either of those. That's why she was mad at you.
For the past few days, you noticed that your girlfriend was ignoring you and only staying in her room, reading magazines. You felt so bad, especially since you didn't know exactly what you did wrong.
Pacing around your room, stressed out and cursing sometimes, you looked down at the flower crown. Will she like this? Will it make her tell you what's wrong? Is it good enough? Tons of questions like that flew through your mind and you sighed frustrated.
"I'm a horrible partener" you muttered to yourself, curling into a ball next to your bed. "Hey, what's all of this about?" a masculine voice could be next to you, one who you recognized as being Bruno.
"Trish is mad at me and I have no idea what I did wrong and I made this for her, but maybe it's too cheap and she won't like it and I fucking hate myself." you rambled, clear sadness showing from your voice. "Hey, there, there, I'm sure Trish will like whatever you make her. Just go and talk to her."
You and Bruno talked for around one hour and he helped you calm down and think straight. What you didn't know, however, was that someone else assisted at your conversation. And she felt bad for making you feel like that, but she wasn't going to interrupt.
After Bruno left and some minutes passed, you fell asleep with the flower crown next to you. Well, at least that's what you remembered. Cause the crown wasn't here anymore. And...you panicked again. Literally made a mess out of the room and flew out the door to search for it.
Only to see Trish wearing it while drinking a cup of milk. "Why the rush?" she spoke softly and raised a brow. "How did you get that?" you said and a small blush crept up your cheeks. "Wasn't it for me?" she giggled and let the cup down, coming to you. Her arms wrapped around your neck and she gave you a small peck.
"I'm sorry for making you feel bad, gattina. I really love you."
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Brain dump
So yesterday Kim headed off to the airport for her trip back to see the kids and grandkids in H town, leaving me with the hounds to fend for myself for the next three weeks. While I have immensely enjoyed being able to successfully cook a chicken, asparagus and mushroom pie, listen to the BBC (and currently the Avalanches last album) and just chill with the dogs, the house just kind of feels empty. I am literally missing her already.
I'm hoping though that I can take this period as a chance to reset, do some work on myself and formulate more of a view about what I want out of life moving forward over this next year. Over the last couple of months I've been kind of panicked by not working, but I'm hopeful that situation will change soon. As it is Australia kind of shuts down pretty much from mid-December through to the end of January as people take leave for Christmas and then turn that into the summer break, so while the job hunt is still on, it's with a slight sense of reduced urgency.
I tried catching up on Gen V on Amazon last night and found it really hard to concentrate but maybe part of that was my mind being preoccupied with the prospect of an interview this morning. I'm trying not to get too ahead of myself with it, but the organisation I interviewed with seems like somewhere I would really like to work. They're hoping to make a decision before Christmas so that things can be lined up for the new year, which would suit me to a tee, but I'm trying to keep my hopes in check.
So far I've interviewed well for three positions but have been runner up for all three. I'm trying to be philosophical about it and choosing to try and believe that it's because the right thing hasn't yet arisen. There is something about living in this leafier suburb and being able to hear the sounds of the trees swaying in the backyard that is making it a little easier to try and be more accepting of things as they are. I think being closer to nature, albeit in a suburban setting is having a calming effect on me.
One of the other things I'd like to get back to is writing a bit, I'm not sure what it is but something that used to come easily to me is now something that I find hard to do. My level of concentration is also something that I've really struggled with since the whole 'rona thing happened, but hopefully the next three weeks are an opportunity for me to get some of that back.
Oh and something I found out about our new locale recently is that there is a Buddhist temple literally down the road, so I'm hoping to check that out over the coming days. In fact after I've sent a thank you email to my interview panel I'm going to take the dogs out for a second walk to see if we can find it.
Namaste.
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Into Another World - Mha x Reader
Chapter 2: Quirk & News
A/n:
Back from school, here is the next post from this fic.
Key
F/h - favorite hobby
H/c - house color
F/f - favorite food
B/d - birth date 
F/o - favorite object/thing (whatever you want your gift to be)
\\-I also will not have y/n have glasses because they don't seem to be a big part of the story at all, but feel free to add them or just change and picture y/n however you'd like to!-//
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My parents scheduled an appointment to check out my quirk that manifested a few days ago at school.  After school that day, i said 'good bye' to Shinsou and when we finally arrived home, I got one of my notebooks and began to make my training schedule. I was never really athletic in my old world. Mostly because I was in f/h and found it more enjoyable. But now, since I actually do have a chance to become what I always fantasize about being a hero, I'm not going to be stupid and let that chance go. Even thought I might not be a great hero with these wings, but ill try.  
And so with that thought in mind,  I made the schedule and made it all work out. In the mornings, I'd go to school up until I have to go home at 2:30 pm.after getting picked up and dropped off at home as my parents did their own thing, I go outside in the backyard of our h/c home and start doing the basics like push ups, curl ups, running around the yard and some other stuff. I also began to practice summoning my bee-like wings, but I see them more of a hornets than a bees. This happened for about two days after my training, I successfully was able to summon my wings at will. After finally succeeding, I took a short break and finished off my training. 
"Y/n! Come in and eat dinner!" called out my mom from the open backdoor.   'Talk about good timing' I think as I make my way indoors, wash my hands, and sit down at the dinner table. My dad just walked into the kitchen as he greets my mom with a kiss on the lips and me with one on the forhead. He sat down as mom began to serve both of us and then herself dinner, which was f/f as she looked at me and asked a question.
"Y/n, what would you like for your birthday? You know b/d is coming up. Any theme you want?" "Its coming up faster than I realized....but I'm not so sure about a theme yet. But, could I invite Shinsou over for it?", taking a bite out of my food as I asked my mom that question as she just nodded in agreement. 
" I think that's a great idea for you to invite him y/n! Don't you think?"  My father nodded as he agreed to the idea of it. "I think its a good idea so that y/n can interact and have connections with other children her age other than us." I smiled at their response, my old parents would never let a boy come over at all for anything. So naturally, I was excited and so I clenched my fists together and threw them up in the air as I slightly cheered. The second I did, there was a sudden sound of something like knifes running against each other and that's when I felt warmth on knuckles.
The silence is so loud that you can hear a pin drop.
I bring down my hand to observe the damage.
Where my knuckles used to be, there seemed to be long black spikes tearing through my skin. As I stared at it, my mom was screaming at my dad to get the car keys  while my dad was scrambling to find them.
Looking at my clenched up hand, I unclenched it and the spikes seemed to go back into my hand. I repeatiningly clenching and unclenching my hand as I stared at the spikes going in and out, that's when I felt myself being carried into the car and finally seemed to understand where we were going to. 
One hospital trip later
"So that is part of her quirk?" asked my worried mom aswe sat in front of a quirk specialist as he explaine the situation tomy parents and I. "Completely positive ma'am, as you can see here in her genes, she carrie your quirk genes.. So whenher first quirk appeared to be hornet wings, it came from your genetics and your relatives before you. As for the spikes, it also may come from your side of the family because bees have stingers and such. For the fathers side, I suspect there to be some sort of shrinking and or enlarging quirk to appear sometime now and towards your 5th birthday but if it doesn't than you won't inherent it at all. Did I cover all your questions ma'am?"
Looking over at my parents, I notice that their still trying to process all the information that the doctor had just told them. After finally being able to comprehend everying, my mom nodded as my dad thanked the doctor for everything and said their good byes as we left the hospital. 
Once in the parking lot, we got into the ca and close the doors behind us. As my mom drove us back home the silence was too loud. I don't think they like my quirk very much at this point. And so to break the ice, I began to talk.
"Hey mom, dad, are you guys okay?"
"Yes y/n,we're fine, just a little shocked about tour quirk is all." replied back my dad as my mom nodded along with his response.
Feeling that they didn't want to be asked anything else, I kept quite as I stare out the window asthe sky began to get gloomy with gray clouds covering up the sky.
Finally arriving back home, I went up to my room to get ready for bed since it was already 9:54 pm, and I had school the next morning as well. As I close my door, lay on my bed, and close my eyes, I don't realize the conversation that my parents have downstairs, for the better or worse, I don't think I want to know.
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The following day I go to school on a regular school bus because both my parents had to leave to Tokyo for business. And now here I am by a stop sign, waiting for the bus to come by and pick me up until I heard someone walking towards where I was. As I turn around to see the person, I see Shinsou. I smile and wave as he stands next to me.
"Toshi hey! How's it going?"  "It's too early for school. I wanna go home"
'Mood' I think as he just says that statement plainly.
"Why are you here anyways? I don't see you come onto the bus at this stop.", he questioned me as I replied back.
"My parents are both in Tokyo so I couldn't get a ride to school. So I'm taking the bus. Do you always take the bus Toshi?"
"Ya I do, my parents both have jobs too so I get it.", he said as we both heard a loud vehicle come up towards us, the bus.
In my old world, the school bus was a war zone. You either survived or you didn't, thankfully I survived but left with scars. I shiver at the thought and get on the bus as Shinsou gets on behind me.
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" So, your telling me that you just not only got your quirk the first day, but two days later you find out you have more?" "I don't have more than one quirk Toshi, it's all just one quirk and plus, having more than one quirk is impossible.", of course I told Shinsou about my quirk mishap, I mean, he was my only friend so it made sense to tell him. But of I lied to him in my response, it is possible to have more than one quirk, but I'm not about to tell Shinsou about All For One and One For All.
" Well, I guess your lucky then, you can be a great hero with the quirk you have. What's it even called?" He asks a he looks back at me from staring at the clouds. "Oh, my quirk is called Hornet, since my wings and stingers resembles more to a hornets than it does with a bee or wasp. But hey! Your quirk is awesome too! We can both become heroes together, okay?", the day I got my quirk, Shinsou told me that he got his after that day and has a Brainwashing quirk. After he got it he seemed to be happy about it but a bit discouraged because it wasn't as flashy a most of the heroes quirks out there like Endeavor and All Might. 
" Whatever you say y/n" is all Shinsou said as we got up from the ground to head back into the classroom.
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Days passed and so did weeks, then months, and then years. Now i am 13 years old and in my second year of middle school with Shinsou. As time passed on, I kept up my schedule for school, training, and other things like hanging out with Shinsou and doing my own thin, like homework.
Since I was in high school before I died, I now a lot of these stuff and a lot more advanced things. But I didn't want to seem to smart from early on in this world because my parents would probably wonder how I learned things like the quadratic formula at the age of 3. So I kept my intelligence to a minimum, I got perfect scores while also getting a few things wrong at times. I still hang out with Shinsou durng and after school, but during school he gets bullied at times for his quirk by others. The other kids my age say that its a villain quirk and other nasty things while Shinsou just ignore them while I comfort him that it isn't a quirk fitted for a villain.
As for training, I've gained a lot more muscle than in my old world, although I did keep it to a certain minimum because I don't want to look too buff but not to weak-ish eaither, I'm somewhat in the middle while being able to lift a lot of heavy thing, run far, and punch things with a great amount of my strength.  I've also trained my quirk till I almost drop dead, but I stop before I do actually feel like I'm about to die. I really don't feel like dying a second time around. I'm able to fly somequirk fast with my wings but not as fast as Hawks. My spikes, which I found out where stingers, can produce venom that can make someone pass out to eventually killing someone, but I have yet to try and produce enough of it to actually do anything remotely horrible. Lastly, I strengthed my shrinking and enlargeing part of my quirk. Honeatly though, i still have to improve on that part of my quirk a lot because it takes up al lot of my energy whenever i try to shrink or enlarge myself. So I'll slowly start working on that. I then chuckled for a second as I remember the way I discovered it.
Flashback - age 5
It was finally my 5th birthday. For other kids my age, they'd be bubbling with excitement as it was time to finally figure out what quirk they would recive, assuming that they aren't going to be quirkless. But I didn't worry to much because I already have mine. Hearing someone knock on the door, I run downstairs and open it to find Shinsou with a gift in his handI tell
"Toshi! You can just leave the gift on the table and I'll take you to my room so we can play!" I say, not letting him even talk as I take the gift from his hands, set it on the coffee table in our living room, and lead him up stairs and towards my room. We both finally get yo the door to my room and I open it. My room wasn't too crowded and messy like some kids my age would be.
The walls were painted f/c while my bedsheets where in a bee hive design, which is from my moms company as she made it for me. I then had a table and chair by the window to do my homework, some lego sets here and there, books, sketch books, and on my bed were stuffed animals. A lot of them. I went up onto my bed as Imotioned Shinsou to sit beside me on it and he did.
I then picked 2 cat squish-mellos from the pile and gave one to Shinsou as he stared at it with stars in his eyes. "Why don't we play with these for a while?" 
We ended up playing for 2 hours straight until my parents called us down to open gifts and eat cake. Shinsou and I got down and entered the kitchen, as we both sat down, Shinsou handed me my present.
"Happy birthday y/n. I hope you like it.", he says as I already ripping off the wrapping paper. Asi took the remaining of the paper odd, I saw that it was a box and so I opened it to reveal f/o. My eyes sparkled and widen as I looked at it, I once asked my parents for this when we were at a mall near by buy they said that it cost way to much, and when they say its a lot of money. Trust me, its a lot of money to get a hold of one, so when Shinsou gave me what I wanted, I was exploding with happiness.
" Thank you so much Toshi!"I exclaimed as I put the gift down to give him a hug. After Shinsou and I hugged eachother, my parents say that it's time to cut the cake and so we did. They sang 'Happy Birthday' and we ate some cake. By now, Shinsou and I decides to play a game of hide and seek as his parents and mine are talking to each other at the kitchen table. Shinsou counted first while I hid. 
I decided to go upstairs and hide behind this enormous teddy bear on my bed and as I finish getting in place, I hear the door open.  I shut my eyes tight as I hear footsteps approach my bed and suddenly, I feel the stuffed bear being thrown out the way. 
"I thought she'd be here.." Shinsou said to himself. 
What? Is he playing around with me? You know, since my eyes were closed there's a thing that's called 'if I can't see you, you can't see me' type of thing so maybe that's what he's doing? 
"Toshi, stop making fun of me. I know you can see me right now." I say as I open my eyes to find that Shinsou had become a giant, literally a giant. I hear the familiar buzzing notice of my wings and noticed that I was flying and, tiny.
"Holy shit I'm tiny!" I scream as I look at Shinsou to see if he heard me. He didn't hear me, he was checking my closet now and so I flew towards him and "landed" on his shoulder. I then cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted as loud as I could. "Toshi!! Im right here!! Can you hear me?!!"
Shinsou than turns around, seeming to hear the noise but dismissed it as he continued his search. I screamed for the next three times  untill I finally got his attention. He looked towards his shoulder and saw me standing on it. His eyes were wide open as he backed away from me but failed because I was on his shoulder.
"Y/n? Is that really you? Why are you small?" "Im not really sure how I got small!!! Maybe it's part of my quirk?!!", I shout at him as he brings his hand up to me and I hop onto it as he goes downstairs, Probably to show his and my parents.
As we reached the kitchen table, my mom began to question him. "Shinsou hey! Where is y/n at? Can't find her? " Um no that's not the problem Mrs. L/n. I did find her but...", he doesn't finish as he just shows my mom his Hans which is where I was, waving at her as she got up from her chair and neared it and shouted.
"Hi mom!!"
Lets just say, my mom fainted on the spot as Shinsou parents came to her side before shefell to the ground as my dad went to grab a cup of water.
My mom ended up waking up after 5 minutes while I finally managed to get myself to my normal size. Shinsou's parents asked if she was alright and such before she said that she was. Shinsou and his parents dismissed themselves and said their 'good byes' as I told Shinsou that I would see him next week for school. After they left, my mom sighed.
"I guess this is the other thing your doctor warned us about. You can turn small." "Ya, I can.", Itell her as she and my dad just sigh once more and bring A small smile to their faces.
" Just, promise you'll be carefull, okay?" I nod. "Okay, promise mom."
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I smile to myself at the memory. It really was pretty weird the first time, but after some practice over the years, I got a good grip on doing it on command. As I finish up my trauning , since it was a Saturday, I went back inside to find that I have gotten a text from Shinsou, so I answer back.
[•Toshi•] Hey, wyd rn?
[Hornet] Hey Toshi! Nothing much, just finised up training for today and I'm taking a break. Wyd?
[•Toshi•] That's cool, and I'm not doing much either
Just taking care of Cornflake here.
I'm about to respond when my parents open the door. "Hey Jasmin, sweetie! Can you go get changed right now? Where going out to eat dinner tonight. We'll just change and leave okay?"
"Okay mom, sounds good. Let me just shower real quick and chanfe, ill be out in 10." I say as my mom just nods and I head up staris. Before I enter the shower, I grab my phone nd text back to Shinsou.
[Hornet] That's nice, tell him I said hi! I gtg rn, ttyl :]
I turn off my phone and put it on the counter as I enter the shower. As I'm taking a shower, I summon my wings and gently clean them with a soft sponge so that they aren't so dirty. Something I need to do at least twice a week from what my doctor told me.
I finally get out of the shower and decide to wear my chosen clothes. I grab my phone and ear buds and put on my shoes before I head out the door, lock it, and enter the car while closing the door behind me. 
The car ride is a peaceful type of silence until my dad decides to break it. "So, y/n, what did you do today while we were in Tokyo?" "Nothing much, just training and some other stuff." I respond back as we pull up to the restaurant. 
Inside the restaurant
We get a table and finally order our food. When we got our food we began to eat. We talked about random things like my moms work and dads office job. That's when they started asking me about my future plans. 
"Y/n, what do you want to be when your all grown up?", my mom asked as she took another bite of her food.
" Like I said before, I want to become a hero. You know, to save peoples lives and make it easier for them.", I responded back.
"Have you given any thought on which high school you want to attened? You only have a year left for Jr high, so you'll need to look into it. Especially if you want to apply for a hero one." 
"I have given it some thought on it dad, don't worry.", sometimes my dad can be a bit picky at times.
" oh well that's good, what school are you thinking?" "Oh, I was thinking UA, you know? Since all the top heroes like Miriko, All Might, and Endeavor went there."
"That's perfect honey! UA is a great choice to make since we'll be moving in a town close to the school! Musutafu is what ita called i belive, but its perfect for your next year of middle school and onto high school!", my mom excitedly said as I just sat there in shock.
"..... What?!"
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 ❝ Some lil' ssstaries told me I'm your favourite constellation . ❞ Ophis doesn't sound impressed with the fact , but if Micah can observe it carefully , xe will catch the gentle pinks forming on its cheeks the longer its words pass into the dead midnight . Ophis lets out a scoff ⅋ turns away , ever unsure of how can the star child of the Sun ⅋ Moon themselves see anything good in its serpentine self . Nothing about Micah makes much sense at all . Leaned against the tree at the back of Micah's home on its side , it tilts its head , forked tongue flicking out . ❝ Why do you care so much about me ? ❞ Ophis plans to remind xem it had killed millions of stars ─ xyr own kind , but drops it . Xe knows this , ⅋ yet . . . ❝ How am I your favourite constellation , Astrifer ? ❞ It's impossible .
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 Micah's Awareness shared to xem that xe have a sudden visitor , although xe is still surprised to find it was Ophis who had been lazing at xyr backyard , hoping xe would be able to catch its presence . The last time xe met Ophis was in a different states . Micah remembers the encounter ─ the time when it provided xem an implication that xe was the child of Ílios ⅋ Fengári . Xe thought Ophis was here to give xem the opportunity to discuss more on xyr celestial origins , but its real intention is not what Micah can ever expect . ❝ S- so , you were told . ❞ Micah grows red at Ophis' acknowledgement , rubbing the nape of xyr neck , bashful . However , before it looks away from xem , xe does notice it shares the similar feeling . Xyr heart flutters at the cute sight , unable to help xemself but love Ophis more despite itself .
 At the inquires from it , xyr expression softens . Xe can easily detect the hatred that it puts into itself through the questions ⅋ xyr skin starts to burn . Micah lightly walks closer to Ophis . ❝ I've always been fascinated with the tale of Asclepius . ❞ The famous child of Apollo who learnt the sacred knowledges of healing ⅋ resurrections from snakes . He wanted to save people from their deaths , even if he shouldn't . . . Ophis could share a similar fate as him , did it ? There must be unfairness that led to its celestial kills before it was banished to Earth . Though , Micah can see xemself in Asclepius' position . ❝ I'd like to help even when going against the Natural Order . ❞ Xe is never good at following orders . Certainly not from Fate itself , not ever . ❝ He inspires me . ❞
 Xe slowly reaches to hold its scaled hands , sharing the burn that it also experiences forever . Micah's birth name echoes . it should be in toxicity from Ophis , but , somehow , it sounds so painfully soft , this silent plea from the darkest stars. ❝ You wanted to help , even when everyone didn't want you to . ❞ Micah may not know its full story , but xe can sense Ophis shares similar aspects to Asclepius . Ophis is a healer while bearing serpentine features , casted out ⅋ alone . ❝ As bitter as you are to humanity while you didn't have to , you still choose to help them . . . In a twisted way , you also inspire me . ❞ Micah offers Ophis a smile , eyes bright . ❝ But , ultimately , in the end , you yourself have made me love Ophiuchus more . ❞ You're enough .
 Micah look at Ophis closely , content to have the constellation right in xyr hands to hold ⅋ adore , forever . ❝ I care about you a lot because you deserve to be so by me , as much as you deserve to be loved . ❞ Micah hears the whispers from the stars , in awe at xyr answer to the cosmic killer . Xe holds it closer . ❝ You're my favourite stars . I'm glad you exist . ❞
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So…..I’ve become totally obsessed with your y/n sawyer headcanons. Would it be alright if I requested a 6 yr old y/n Sawyer being sleepy and going to their brothers saying “uppie” 🥺
Keep up the good work bae💗
You mean the horror villain sibling!headcanons?? I'm so glad you liked them!! I wanna try and do more platonic stuff so the support is greatly appreciated ^^
THIS SCENARIO IS WAY TOO CUTE!
Okay, so, I've decided we'll go by brother. So, with some warnings (Possum mistreatment, baby injury, and severe crossovers) we'll get started with the oldest:
Drayton's reaction to you, little and still-cute you toddling up to him slowly, raising your arms slowly and quietly whining 'uppie', is to
sigh.
He sighs, haha XD He grumbles, too, about having work to do and how you could've gone to any of the other slackers, but picks you up without a second thought anyway (Its second nature now to take care of the babies- since your parents ran off and Grandpa's generally a busy old fuck); Balancing you on his hip as he continues to stir dinner in a biiig pot (So big you could fit inside it easy along with some turnips and broth). Amidst the grumbling that is his signature, he asks you which bottle off the seasoning shelf y'all should add and rocks you a bit when you don't respond at first, "c'mon, y/n, we're all tired, hurry up and pick a damn seasonin'.". When you pick one, he uses it simply, despite it maybe not being the best choice (He doesn't care right now, he's raising two babies and two psycho dwarfs... little does he know those psycho dwarfs are gonna become psycho giraffes, soon *cough*) and the continues to rock you to sleep as he finishes up dinner.
Its honestly a peaceful time for him, then. Chop Top and Nubbins are in the backyard doing god-knows-what with a possum and Bubba's sound asleep in their make-shift cot (Its made of bones, naturally), so all he's got to be concerned with is the bubbling cauldron and the warm little baby snoozing against his chest.
I JUST WANT DRAYTON TO RELAX.
Next up is Chop Top (Lets just say he's like, 2 minutes older then Nubbins). You go up to this 10 year old kid, dragging your one-eyed teddy bear on the ground behind you, calling out 'Chopppp... Uppie.' in your sluggish, southern baby drawl and he hears it instantly- always half focused out for baby cries (He's got huge soft spot for kiddies) and turns around. He's immediately excited to see you walking as this is a relatively new thing, and holds his arms out for you as Nubbins continues whatever they were doing with a possum and a shopping cart. 'Yeah Y/N!! You're walking!! Go!! Come to Chop!!', he cheers enthusiastically, abandoning his twin for the moment.
When you reach him, he yanks you up by the armpits to rest against his shoulder (Definitely not in the safest way) before wrapping scrawny arms under your bottom to keep you there, muttering to you quietly that 'You just go go to sleep, there. Important stuff's happenin', here, so I cant take ya to yer crib just yet. Shhh, sleep.', then immediately turns back to Nubbins, pointing in a certain direction, stomping one foot down on the ground and yelling
'CHARGE'.
When you approach Nubbins when you're sleepy, mumbling uppie in your tired little voice, he's sitting in a shopping cart with a possum, and he rolls his eyes deeply at seeing you. 'Ugh... what do you want??', he asks, not even attempting to give you what you want as you reach the cart and hold onto it. 'Uppie' you repeat, reaching up with one arm, opening and closing your little hand towards him. And you're just as stubborn as he is, so he makes another 'Ugh', sound and stands in the cart abruptly, shoving the possum towards Chop Top and letting go before his twin has even properly grabbed hold of it. Then he leans, wobbling, over the side of the cart and pulls you up off the ground and into it with him, before sitting back with you sat between his legs- both of you facing in the direction of a ramp. 'Okay Y/N, sleep in 'ere.
And don't tell Drayton about none of this, okay??'
Then Chop Top stomps down on a thin piece of wood keeping the shopping cart wedged in place, making it snap, and the cart goes careening down a hill towards the ramp. You and Nubbins fly for a good 3 seconds, before slamming down on the ground- no, not the ground.
A police car.
You break the front wind shield, some a couple wheels off the cart, your arm, and dent both vehicles.
A man wearing a badge with the name 'Hoyt' on it comes out of the house 'next door' (Across the field you just flew across like avenging cart-angels) to yours looking furious as your dumbass brother holds his thumb up to his nose, makes a nasty face and wriggles his fingers at the old man.
Then a big boy wearing a leather mask comes out, around the same age as Chop Top and Nubbins, and sees you while the older man just yells at Nubbins. Thomas kneels down beside you as you cry, realises theirs something wrong with your arm, and glares at the two running around the yard making a ruckus. Then he picks you up carefully, and starts towards your house and Drayton.
BONUS! Yeah, Bubba's a bonus because I think in the Horror Villains Sibling!Headcanons post, I made you two out to be quite similar ages so this prompt wouldn't really work- so this is set in an alternate reality with Bubba as his adult self getting approached by his baby sibling.
If you were to approach Bubba with your arms outstretched, calling 'Uppie' oh-so-adorably (Because he's your favourite. Very comfy to lay on), he would immediately pick you up in his big arms and you would sigh and close your eyes, curling up in them. He would be worried, not really knowing what to do as you swiftly fall asleep and turns, almost in a panic, to Drayton with one arm around your little form and the other hand still wrapped around his chainsaw; Eyes wide. Drayton snaps a him to put the damn chainsaw down, first-of-fucking-all, before waiving a hand in disregard and going back to whatever he was doing. 'Little shit just wants t' sleep. Hold 'em till they start squirmin'.'.
Bubba finds that he quite likes having you sleep in his arms, as he finds a seat in a worn out armchair and doesn't dare move for the next several hours while you nap XD ^^
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if you’re comfortable with sharing, i would love to hear your thoughts on the shivering isles :)
friend I am ALWAYS down to ramble
I've been doing a bit of writing exploring my hero of kvatch's super-fun holiday (turned long-term - as in eternal - occupancy) in the isles and while I don't think any of that will be ready to post for quite a bit I'm having an absolutely delightful time generating and sorting through thoughts on it. I talk all the time about how my conceptualisation of sheogorath is very different from canon (listen. I've had a special interest in psychopathology since I was eleven years old. the amount of both clinical and personal introspection I have done on my own mental disorders is off the fucking charts. you can't give me that kind of disastrous attempt at a character embodying "madness" and expect me NOT to run with it) (I have just posted an almost sixteen thousand word story about my sheogorath, incidentally, if that sounds like something that might interest you) and trying to change the isles to match the way I see it in my head - without making it completely unrecognisable - is an absolutely fascinating challenge.
I've talked a bit about my thoughts on the mania/dementia split so I won't repeat that here, with the exception that I think the geography of the isles is inconstant, so while there are mania places and dementia places nobody fucking knows which is which. (mania is always to the north, but directions also don't really work in the isles, so north is also wherever mania is.) in general I picture the isles being... I guess the best word is kaleidoscopic. not hostile, but extremely trippy. in its natural state - what I refer to as the wild isles - it's uninhabitable, but there are a number of places that are more livable where people have settled down. it's kind of a chicken or the egg problem - are those places livable because of the moderating influence of the people inhabiting them, or do people inhabit them because they're livable?
the mortal denizens of the isles don't often venture into the wilds, and when they do it's always alone. the wild isles fuck you up bad. they strip you down to emotion and instinct and adrenaline - the results of which vary drastically based on the individual. some people have a really cool time. some people come out fundamentally altered, for better or worse. some people never return. (for their part, my hero of kvatch likes the wilds; she always comes out feeling relieved, a bit like having finally thrown up after feeling sick for hours. she also comes out almost invariably covered in tears and sweat. she's doing very well and normal by this time.)
I also think the wilds are very important to the isles' more religious sects and are key to a lot of their rituals and traditions. tangentially related, I don't think that sheogorath being venerated religiously is particularly common, even in the isles (perhaps especially; there might be more cults without than there are within.) sheogorath doesn't really care for worship and the people of the isles are too familiar with its sphere to feel like it makes sense. this is not necessarily something others will be able to relate to, but for a long time I would end every night sitting on the roof and talking to god/the universe/the benevolent spirits of my backyard/whatever would listen to me about my day, and that's the kind of relationship a large portion of the isles have to sheogorath; they're very aware of it, and it isn't irreligious, but there's not exactly much piety to it. they talk to it like one talks to the moon: respectfully, of course, but simply a fact of life, a part of the environment as inherent as breathing.
I've been going on for a fair bit so I'll wind up. I will say that something I'm finding most interesting is reconciling the very unsettling and inhuman way I picture the shivering isles with its large population of regular-ass people; considering how people could manage to survive or learn to thrive in that kind of environment is super fascinating, and also something I want to be thoughtful and considerate about. I really want to make sure I'm not falling into otherising the denizens of the isles here - god knows the games do that enough as is.
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booleanean · 6 months
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Day 5 - Predator & Prey - Hypnosis
"You're sure you want to do this?" Lara asked for the fourteenth time.
"Yes, love, I'm sure," you reply.
"I know this is my fantasy, I don't want you to feel pressure to—"
You place a digit over her lips, breaking her off mid sentence. She wrinkles her nose, your fur tickling her sensitive predator nose.
You pull your finger away and press your lips against Lara's. "I told you, I like role reversals. I just need a little help to overcome instinct, that's all."
She smooths your ears back. No one but your wolf love gets to touch them, of course. Bunnies hate having their ears touched, but when she does it…
Her long snout presses against you. Your much shorter tongue plays over her long canines, and you feel a familiar heat building inside. A need to feel that tongue elsewhere, to feel those teeth at your throat, a micron away from drawing blood as you scream her name in ecstasy.
"Oh no, you're not going to get away with distracting me like that, Lara. Let's get started."
You push her away gently and sit back down on the edge of the bed. Lara tells you to close your eyes and listen to the sound of her voice. You can hear the slight tremble of anticipation, but soon lose yourself in her soothing tone. You drift in an ocean of nothingness, feeling your body dissolve. You hover on the edge of annihilation, a familiar place the two of you visit together often, but never before for this.
You listen to her instructions, carefully crafted together over weeks and months of anticipation-building planning and fantasizing together. No drawing blood, don't involve others, the hunt ends at sunrise. More rules and instructions, all designed to help you overcome your prey instincts, to embody the predator so she could help satisfy her wolf's need to be the prey.
"When the alarm rings, you'll wake up and hunt me down."
You float in emptiness, your body feeling a soft kiss on the top of your head, then hearing the door click shut and soft wolf paws padding down the hallway. The outer door opens and closes, and you her Lara move down the garden path, the stone shifting under her weight. You lose track of her as she moves down the lane, not even your bunny ears being able to pick up on her movements over the general noise of nature outside.
Emptiness is shattered when your phone beeps. Along with the noise, a terrifying hunger fills you. A need so strong it drives away conscious thought, a need to find your love and make her yours. You sniff the air, though you can't smell well enough to pick up her scent. Instead, you focus on what you can do well. In one leap, you're at the door, then through, and at the back door with two more. You barely hit the path as you leap over the back gate, then down the suburban street in the direction you heard your love go.
You greet Mrs. Sandoval as you sprint past out into the wilderness just outside the village. Her puzzled gaze on your back doesn't bother you like it would normally, your high natural anxiety suppressed today. The light is failing, but then you never rely much on your eyesight anyway.
You pause in the middle of the field behind Mrs. Sandoval's house, listening, straining to hear the slightest noise. There. A different rustle to the grass. You leap away, three long bounds bringing you to where the sound is subtly different. Lara's top. You bring it to your face, smelling her perfume, her fur, and the underlying scent of predator underneath it all. Normally, that scent sends a wicked thrill down your spine. The sensation of danger barely tamed, of a roaring fire in the backyard, a sword sheathed, a wolf full of fresh meat. Today, it fuels your need to hunt.
You tear off your own top. It feels restrictive all of a sudden. Your pants follow, and you stand naked in the field, covered only by your fur like nature intended. Your love talks about this sometimes, describing the burning need to return to nature, to be one with the plains and the forests, to live off what you can catch or die trying, to find your pack and let yourself be subsumed by them.
A twig breaking far away snaps your attention to a spot hundreds of meters away, innate prey reflexes serving the hunter well. Your natural hesitation is gone, your love's hypnosis holding it at bay for a day. You're twenty meters from where Lara left her top by the time it hits the ground again, and another ten before it settles. Without the burning instinct to zig-zag, without the need to throw off your pursuer, you rely on your straight line speed to find your prey. Long legs propel you forward, your arms barely steadying your breakneck rush through the tall grass. The wind of your flight rushes through your fur.
This is exhilarating. You don't feel the need to protect yourself, to stay to the safe places, run along walls. All that is unnecessary in modern society, prey and predators having made peace centuries ago, but instinct is hard to break for long. You relish the sensation of power this gives you, the freedom to go anywhere and fear nothing.
You barely pause when you reach spot where Lara broke the twig. You know it was her deep, deep down. You leap, pushing off a tree's trunk mid-air then onto a large branch, perching like a raptor. You close your eyes and slowly move your ears, fanning across the forest in a slow circle. The world reduces to sound, your domain.
There. Almost imperceptible at this distance, but you hear rustling. A large body moving through the undergrowth, breathing hard. Now that you know where to focus, you can hear what plants Lara's moving through. She's naked like you, her pants discarded along the way, the need to flee bringing out the animal inside, making clothing superfluous and uncomfortable. She's on all fours, almost as fast as you are, sprinting away at an angle, though in a straight line. Despite her need to be hunted, still the predator, thinking only of speed.
You feel the land, see the familiar glades and streams you explored as a child, that you showed Lara when you moved into your house barely a stone's throw away from your parents. Lara runs through them, past where you had a picnic on your first anniversary, then leaping across what was a mighty river to you and your siblings, but in reality is just a small creak.
If you run now, angle the right way— Yes, this is where you meet. You leap down and set off sprinting. The cold late October night air cools you, sweat refusing to even soak into your fur as the wind of your rush evaporates it faster than it can form. You're gaining on Lara, your deep, pervasive hunger building.
You leap from fallen trunk to hillock, past a feral badger's den. You burst into a field, sprinting along the edge of the forest at a speed most other mammals, feral or not, can only dream of. Lara is close, but she's running upwind. You catch a glimpse of silver fur, a white tuft on the end of her tail. She whines and yelps as she finally notices you so close, a panicked noise that goes straight to the pleasure center of your brain. Soon, you'll catch her and taste her, claim her as yours and only yours.
You hear her panting, close to exhaustion. A pack hunter, used to having the option to fall back as her packmates take chase. You're built to run for your life, the only option freedom or death. Now, the only option is success, catching your prey, tackling her to the ground, making her yours.
Lara stumbles, her attention split between the path and you, the unfamiliar terrain leaving her at a disadvantage. You leap, missing her by centimeters, your soft paws, made for digging, brushing the tip of her tail as she finds her feet and darts away. Her greater mass gives her the disadvantage, and you're on top of her in two leaps. Had the roles been reversed, the failed attempt to tackle would've let you escape. Your agility works in your advantage, and the two of you connect and tumble through the soft leaves covering the forest floor.
Lara's out of breath, panting wildly as you pin her to the ground. She weighs easily twice what you do, and is three times as strong, but in the frame of mind she's in, she's lost.
"Caught you." You move closer, and kiss her neck, right over her carotid. Her fur is damp with her sweat, the smell of exertion fueling your lust. The feeling of confronted fear that you normally have at smelling your predator lover so close by is absent. Instead, the smell gives you an even stronger confidence, a sense of accomplishment. You completed your first hunt, and now it's time to claim your prize. Your fingers close around her wrists, holding them above her head.
She is yours to do with as you please, at your mercy. You waver between going down on her, and pushing her snout between your legs. The need to consume wins out, and you move down. You can smell her heat, the moment for this hunt picked on purpose to coincide with it. The two of you fuck like rabbits all the time, but when your love is in heat there is an extra edge that drives you wild.
Her fur tickles your nose as you go down on her. She is delicious on your tongue, all the more for being your prize for your successful hunt. The feeling of power this gives is intoxicating, and your head swims with more than the taste and smell of her.
She writes, play-struggling, whispering soft encouragements you don't need but still enjoy as you dig deep with your tongue. Her anatomy, so different from your own yet so familiar, brings you even more pleasure than you're used to.
When she climaxes, she howls involuntarily, filling the cold night air. The sounds usually sends a delicious tremor of fear through you, but today you throw your head back and join her. The sound is unfamiliar in your throat, but feels so right in the moment. The connection with your love is intense, a fresh bond impossible to break.
You move up, positioning yourself over her snout. Her long tongue snakes out, slipping inside effortlessly. The chase has left your body burning hot, the success releasing massive quantities of endorphins. Her tongue on you feels good beyond description. You can feel her need to thank you for showing mercy, for not consuming her utterly, tearing her limb from limb and devouring her wholesale, bones and all.
Her tongue probes so deeply, finding spots inside yourself you didn't know existed before you met her. Her strong paws steady you as you give yourself over to her, not in the usual surrender, but knowing as the predator your prey will do nothing but please you now that she is caught.
You stroke her hair, her pointed ears so incredibly soft under your fingers. Her breath is short, her nose bent and pressed against you as her tongue shows you what pleasure is really like. You howl as you cum, Lara's muffled response trembling through you as she fights instinct to keep your orgasm going.
After, Lara lays in your arms. Standing upright, she overtops you by a head even counting your ears, but today she's curled up against you, using your arm as a pillow as you scratch behind her ear idly. She's content, satisfied in ways you haven't felt her in a long time. You care for her like she cares for you after a particularly intense session, telling her you love her, telling her how much she means to you, that she is a good girl and has pleased you. She lets out soft, contented grunts, a dog happy that she has pleased her master.
You drift off to sleep not long after you hear her snoring, exhausted the chase and your lovemaking.
When the dawn comes, you start awake. You're not at home. Where are you? Is there danger? Before you can assess anything, you feel your wolf's arms around you. With her, you know you are safe regardless of where you are, and you curl back into her arms. A hint of the hypnosis remains, a confidence regained now that you're awake.
"I really enjoyed hunting you," you whisper.
"You did so well, my love." Lara's voice is so soft, even you strain to hear her.
"Are you satisfied?" You know she is, you feel it in every move she makes, every syllable she utters.
"Oh yes. I really needed that. Thank you."
"I really enjoyed it. I want to do it again. Not now, but soon."
You feel Lara's snout press against you, a wolf's kiss for her bunny love. "I'd like that, very much."
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dominimoonbeam · 2 years
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Since you like Asher/Damien as much as I do, may I make a request?
When I originally read Burn Me on AO3 I left a comment about possibly getting a fic about Ash calling Dami his mate. I would like to expand on that, by requesting a fic where Damien hears Ash calling him his mate to someone else (possibly Milo) and Dami just feeling happy and loved by that title and kind of just swearing to be the beat mate ever and ritskdorjwbalfjrh I'm fangirling please write this if you have the chance!
Hope your day is lovely, Lots of Love!❤
Thank you for the ask!!! I'm so happ you like Asher/Damien too! This was such a sweet idea. I hope you like how it turned out. <3 <3
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here and on ao3! <3
Asher/Damien sweetness.
Damien had been discussing Department politics with David and Stealth for the last forty minutes. He had never considered the problems of the governing authorities from the perspective of shifters before. He had been so focused on the issues of DAMN policies and outdated regulations regarding magical groups and human borns. He could see now why his mother had warned him that dating a shifter could be a conflict of interest in his future plans.
She was right, if his goals were so narrow that they would ignore any groups of the magical community in favor of others.
Angel broke up the conversation when they demanded David start the grilling or else they would just cook the hotdogs in a pot of water on the stove and start feeding people. Damien respected David’s level of disgust at the idea, excusing himself and letting his mate lead him to the already hot grill across the backyard.
Damien found him on the big grassy lawn stretching from the yard down to the woods with half a dozen other pack members. Damien had been to a few of these gatherings but was still getting used to the largeness of the group and how they all knew each other so well—like family. It was so casual. Nothing like Damien’s own family. He loved his family, and he knew they loved him, but it just wasn’t like this with them. Everything was more…formal.
He had taken Asher to dinner with his mother a couple times when she was in town. She didn’t entirely approve but she knew better than to say anything and wouldn’t be rude. They got along. How could anyone not get along with Asher? He hoped Asher never realized she had doubts, because Damien didn’t have any doubts. Asher was the most encouraging, positive, warm person he had ever known. Loving him was easy and being loved by him…that made every day of his life better.
He was coming up behind Asher when he overheard Milo asking, “Where did Sweetheart get off to?”
Asher shrugged, watching a couple of the younger wolves playfighting on the grass. “Last I saw they were in the house talking to my mate and David.”
Damien stopped in his tracks.
It was like a jolt went right through him. He’d never heard Asher call him that before. How long had he been calling him that to people? It sounded so natural and easy when he said it.
They had been dating for almost a year. They’d moved in together four months ago. They talked about their futures together like it was a given that they would be tackling everything as a pair. And yet, hearing Asher call him his mate was a surprise.
Milo turned from Asher toward the house, probably to go look for Stealth, and saw Damien standing right there. God knows what sort of face he was making because Milo blinked, confused. “Hey,” he said.
Asher turned too, eyebrow lifted curiously. His whole expression turned into a smile when he saw Damien. He did that—lit up when he saw him. It made something in Damien’s chest swell every time. Asher always looked at him like he was extraordinary even when he wasn’t doing anything at all to earn it. It made him feel like Asher would always look at him like that, no matter what he accomplished or didn’t.
“Hey, fire, you get bored talking to the dorks?” He offered a hand.
Milo laughed and walked away, mumbling something about going in search of his own dork.
Damien took Asher’s hand. He knew Asher loved affection, giving it and receiving it, but Asher knew that Damien was not generally a fan of public displays. That was why he always offered his hand like that, leaving it up to Damien whether it was just a quick squeeze or a hand hold. Damien pulled Asher into a hug.
Asher melted into it, smiling against his cheek. “Hey. Did Alpha Mini get you to do shots already? Normally they don’t get to open the tequila until after food…”
Damien unraveled from him but kept an arm around Asher’s back. “No. I…” Maybe he shouldn’t say anything? What if it had been a mistake? “You called me your mate.”
Asher blinked, at first not seeming to know what he was talking about and then panic brightened his eyes. “Oh. Yeah. I… Shit, I’m sorry, fire, I should have talked to you. I didn’t even think… It’s a term we use but if you don’t like it, I can try not to—”
“No,” Damien shook his head. “No, I don’t have a problem with it.” That was too vague, too distant. “I like it,” he admitted. It meant something significant. It meant he was important to Asher in a way no one else was. He was surprised by the pride that swelled in his chest.
Asher smiled, his head ducking toward Damien’s the way he did when he wanted a kiss but wasn’t going to push. He always let Damien be the pushy one, the one that decided when and where and how. Damien leaned in, their foreheads touching. He held his palm against Asher’s back, as though he could feel his skin through that t-shirt if he pressed enough. His mate. Damien kissed him. They were at the edge of the party, in the shadows of a dropping sun, with their backs to the other people. He snuck his tongue out and Asher opened his mouth to take it.
He broke the kiss after a minute, long enough to have Asher dragging uneven breaths. Damien smirked but inside he was beaming. His mate. He would never make him regret that.
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mercurygray · 1 year
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@aloraundomiel asked me to do something for Vivian and Andy for @hbowardaily's The Pacific Week, and I'm sorry to report that this is late. This could be for Day 1 (Home) or Day 6 (OCs), but regardless, I hope it makes someone smile.
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The house on Edgewood Road wasn't anything special.
Neatly cut grass, a few flowers near the front door. A house just like all the others on the street, a quiet neighborhood on something of a hill, descending into town. A bit of a walk, from the bus station - he'd warned her to wear flat shoes, for the hill. But the night was pleasant and the bugs weren't out yet. The sun hadn't quite gone down yet and she could hear the sounds of the neighborhood through the windows, children and husbands being called in to supper from streets and backyards and garages.
This was it. This was the place he called home.
She'd worried the whole bus ride from her parent's house in Haverhill about what they'd think, what she'd worn and what had been said about her before. Was her dress too smart, or not smart enough? Did his father approve of women who had jobs? What would his mother think of a woman who worked in a hospital?
She worried a lot, these days. She'd never done that… before. (There were a lot of befores now. Before the Philippines. Before the war. Before the camp. Before the liberation.) Her grip tightened around her purse and the box of chocolates inside, the gift she was bringing for dinner. It wasn't as bad, when she was at work and busy and her hands were occupied, but when life slowed down…Her doctor said that was natural, after having to think so much for so long. Your mind doesn't know how to stop calculating like that.
She remained in the street, contemplating the door. It wasn't too late now, to turn back or go home. He's the youngest - the special one. They lost him once - they won't want to lose him again.
And then another voice - deeper and softer. Andy's voice. Who says they'd be losing him?
"Oh, she's here!" The screen door to the porch opened and a young woman appeared on the stoop - dark hair and an apron over a maternity dress. "I hope you haven't been waiting long! The boys were washing up and no one was watching the door. I'm Janet."
"Vivian." My sister's the talkative one, he'd warned, once, in his quiet way, and she knew now what he meant. Only a few years older but always in charge.
"Here, let's go inside, dinner's nearly ready. Is this dress new? It suits you so well."
How long had it been since she'd been to a man's house to meet his parents? The last time it had probably been a boy's house, to be fair - dating during nursing school and her early deployments was easy and free, officer's clubs and dance halls and restaurants with little talk about parents or bringing you home to meet his mother, since his mother was usually a few thousand miles away. It was one thing for her parents to have met him - that was customary and usual, a boy coming by to pick up his date and a father setting the rules. But this was ...different. "Your parents are so kind to have me," Vivian offered, letting Janet take her coat and get it into the hall closet. "These are for after dinner."
Two men appeared in the front room, the slightly balding father and his slightly taller son, both in shirtsleeves and ties, their coats resting on chairbacks somewhere. "She's not brought us chocolates, has she?" Sydney Haldane asked, his Scottish brogue unmistakable. "Andrew, did you tell her we'd need to be bribed?"
"Didn't tell her a thing, Dad." She could see at a moment that Andy was his father's son, a little broader at the shoulder and with a full head of hair but stamped from the same press. (Andrew! No one called him Andrew. No one but them, anyway. That was what home was for, wasn't it - for the people who knew your name and called you by it.)
"A pleasure to meet you at last, Miss Arsenault," the elder Haldane said, holding out a hand. "Andrew tells us your father works for Ayer."
A steady job at the mill - the best bona fide there was, in a town like this. You'll know a man by who will employ him - or who won't. Vivian nodded, shaking hands as confidently as she could. At last? How much has he talked about me?
"Andrew, you never said she was pretty!" Mrs. Haldane appeared from the kitchen - short and matronly, the kind of woman they put in advertisements to sell housewifery as a general virtue. "I'd have thought you an angel, seeing you in a hospital."
"I'm no angel, Mrs. Haldane. Just a woman doing her job."
"But you are, my dear," Margaret Haldane assured her, her hand soft on Vivian's wrist. "You gave us our son back, and kept him safe."
"I definitely said she was pretty," Andy put in, correcting the omission before it came back to bite him, his hand light on Vivian's waist. "At least once." "Just once, Andrew?" Vivian asked pointedly, and across the room Janet grinned.
"Oh, you'll fit right in," she said with a grin, and Vivian felt a weight lift that she hadn't realized she'd been carrying, a thought that she was no longer a stranger here, and perhaps never had been, that this could be home for her, too, where they knew her name and how she belonged to it.
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ener-chi · 2 years
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Hey! Idk if my last message sent so I'm sending it again: I'm interested in a general reading. My name is Leslie Y. and my physical features are thick, curly hair and dark skin. A fav memory of mine is laughing with my best friends in the basement during my 14th birthday party.
Hi Leslie!
Good thing you sent it a second time because this is the only request I have from you, lol. Nice to see you in my inbox! Let's take a look...
I see her immediately... Feel her energy...
Your memory seems nice... Glimpses of darker lighting... Happiness... Candles, music... Games... Hm... This is all irrelevant... The reason I mention this... Is that the difference between your energy then and now is... Incredible...
You were but a girl then... Smart... Intelligent... Aware... But... Ultimately naïve to the things happening in your world and the world at large...
Now... I see... Not a girl but... A woman... Your energy is... Bright... Not bright in that it shines and blinds everyone in the room... But rather... It is constant... Steadfast... And... Warm... Those that are in your life... Those that you shed your light upon... Are blessed... By the love and devotion and loyalty that you provide to them...
Your energy is calm and radiant... Mm... Good things have been happening lately... There's been some shifts in your life the past couple months...
Transition...
I see... Autumn... I see like... An orchard... Apple trees... The leaves are turning... Apples adorn the branches and foliage... The air is cool... The sky is blue and overcast... The energy is wonderful...
The scene pans down... And I see you... You are on the ground... You are doing something with an open box... There are other boxes around you... Which is... A bit odd? Like... I'm not sure if you're in like a backyard or at some property or like... In nature or at an actual orchard... If it is the latter... Then why do you have these boxes... Hm... No matter... Moving on...
You're taking things out of the boxes I think... I see you take out a picture frame... A smaller one... That you'd put on a desk... You stop and look at it... Inspecting it... And smile... The picture is worn and faded... An older picture from like the 50's or 60's? like... It's like brown/gray kind of old... You smile... Hold it up to your chest... Then...
Place it besides you...
Hm...
The scene kind of changes a little bit... You are still unpacking... But suddenly... The orchard and trees and grass fade... I hear loud sounds of the city... Traffic... And suddenly you are inside... In an older building... Continuing to take things out of these boxes...
The vibe is... Good... I have a good feeling about all of this... It feels... Calm... Your energy... Is winding down... Feels lighter... Like that feeling right after a big storm... There is still energy and tension in the air... But it is gradually getting lighter and lighter...
Transition...
The vision ends... I'm back... I see her again in front of me...
She looks... Hm... She cocks her head to the side... I think that's it... She nods...
Okay! That was really interesting! And really cool! The vision I had, it was very clear; like watching a movie. I'm not sure as to the relevance... Perhaps you are moving, or have been thinking about it. Or it could be metaphorical, something emotional. Regardless, I see that happening in the Fall. Just a few more months!
Also... You carry a bit of weight in your heart. As I said in the reading... You are very aware. The world... It bothers you and weighs on you sometimes. If the World ever feels like it's too much, try and take some time to stop and disconnect and breathe. Center yourself, ground, read a book; things are going to be okay.
Thanks for the ask! I hope that this reading resonates!
Blessings!
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sleepingfancies · 2 years
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PLEASE tell us about the tether. or deathbringers in general. obvi if it's a secret then that's cool but I would LOVE to hear about ur wips dude they sound rad as hell <3
THANK U i love rambling on abt deathbringers ahaaaaa <3333 read more for length reasons
So, for context: the "tether" that I made up is just a spinoff of a real phenomenon that we call the stellar binary system! This happens when a pairing of stars pull each other in and begin to orbit around each other, creating a "bond" that may last indefinitely or, if the orbit of one star decays and becomes unstable, may lead to stellar collision. This phenomenon actually makes up more than half the stars in our galaxy!
In Deathbringers, the tether is first employed by the current "god" of the world (The Lovely Prince) with his personal Reaper (Mortimer Crackbone). It serves as a bond of trust and loyalty; Mortimer is at the Prince's mercy, and the Prince does not abuse that power (in theory). The tether is mostly a dormant thing, since its complete activation would result in the Prince having full control over Mortimer's autonomy. But it does foster constant, intimate knowledge of one another; Mortimer can pick up on the Prince's feelings many miles away, and the Prince is vaguely aware of Mortimer's actions day to day. It's a level of shared connection unique to the tether. The purpose is more akin to a space tether that astronauts use: safety, security, and an insurance policy that someone will protect you and watch your back.
But because the tether is a bastardization of the nature of the stars, and not a finnessed practice, it manifests differently the second time it's used. It acts more like a backyard lead on a dog. Mortimer experiences a degree of pain when the tether is "pulled" and he does not respond. While he doesn't have the same hyper-sensitivity that he does with the Prince, the tether is temperamental, for lack of a better word. He despises the person he's tethered to, so that makes their connection unstable and fickle. He is less emotionally attuned to the tetherer, but also has far less autonomy naturally than his tether with the Prince provides.
The third and final time it's used, it's more of an emergency insurance act, and manifests in a more distant, mellow fashion. It's more like a parasitic attachment; it's not necessarily painful for either party, but it still isn't the healthiest thing to have. It doesn't last especially long before Mortimer is finally freed of being tethered entirely, giving him complete ownership over his own physiological and mental wellbeing. It takes him a bit to adjust to being un-tethered again, having spent the last 5 years of his life bouncing from one tether to another.
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