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prettyprince00 · 2 years

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♡ FILMS FOR FAUNLET FASHION INSPO ♡

~~Got bored so compiled this (pretty extensive) list of film references for faunlet style and aesthetics, might be helpful for anyone looking to delve into and develop their style. Don't take this as some kind of gospel, it's just a bunch of movies and shows that I think can be useful reference points. My personal style and taste for example is a huge mix and amalgalm of stuff I see, from movie characters to paintings, books, comics, cartoons, music videos, haute couture collections, K- and J-idols, BJD dolls, even elements and staples from female fashion that I kind of genderflip or just outright mix into and merge with my own "masculine"/boyish/whatever faunlet fits. I think the secret to finding your style is to never limit yourself & always be creative (& clever ofc)! ♡

Feel free to suggest and tell me some of your personal films/shows that inspire you the most. I'm sure I forgot some stuff >.> Hope this helps somewhat lolol

WARNING: A LOT OF THESE HAVE MATURE THEMES AND +18 STUFF, SO DO RESEARCH BEFORE WATCHING AND PROCEED AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, CAUTION & RESPONSIBILITY!

I. Academia/Schoolboy/Old Money/Preppy/Classic Faunlet Vibes

Les Amitiés particulières by Jean Delannoy

A Series of Unfortunate Events (Film and show)

Both versions of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Lord of the Flies (both versions tbh)

The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe by Andrew Adamson

Kaze to ki no Uta + Natsu e no Tobira (Honestly most shounen ai anime especially from the 80s/90s)

CLAMP Gakuen Tanteidan

Kuroshitsuji i.e. Black Butler (probably the most famous ouji aka male lolita-influenced anime out there)

Ouran High School Host Club

Cardcaptor Sakura (Li's fits especially but also Touya's and Yukito's)

The Long Day Closes + The Neon Bible, by Terence Davies

If... by Lindsay Anderson

The Butcher Boy by Neil Jordan

Tea and Sympathy by Vincent Minnelli

Purple Noon by René Clément

Sleepers by Barry Levinson

The Basketball Diaries by Scott Kalvert

School Ties by Robert Mandel

The Dangerous Lives of the Altar Boys by Peter Care

Blue Spring by Toshiaki Toyoda

Death in Venice by Luchino Visconti

East of Eden (also Splendor in the Grass I guess?) by Elia Kazan

Lacombe Lucien (+ Au Revoir Les Enfants) by Louis Malle

Bad Education by Pedro Almodóvar

The Ice Storm by Ang Lee

La Luna + The Dreamers by Bernardo Bertolucci

Teorema by PP Pasolini (also Saló tbh bt I feel kinda weird recommending that lmfao even though it's a pretty well-established masterpiece & one of my favs)

Total Eclipse by Agnieszka Holland (teenage Arthur Rimbaud is a core faunler reference tbh, strange that I don't see him brought up more, though he's been a queer/twink culture icon for ages so yeah)

Les roseaux sauvages by André Téchiné

Call Me by Your Name by Luca Guadagnino

Deep Red by Dario Argento (only for the flashback Xmas scenes with the creepy little boy in knee-highs and Mary Janes tbh lol)

The Omen by Richard Donner

The Good Son by Joseph Ruben

Pinnocchio (OG Disney animation) (you could make a double feature with A.I. Artificial Intelligence by Spielberg/Kubrick too)

Les 400 coups by François Truffaut

L'enfance nue by Maurice Pialat

A Single Man by Tom Ford

Looking for Langston by Isaac Julien

Sacré College, Garçons d'Etage, Scouts and Gamins de Paris by JD Cadinot (WARNING: Cadinot's films are basically erotica/arthouse vintage gay p*rn so obviously 18+!!!!!)

II. More Contemporary/Gas Station/Trashy/Greaser/Hustler/Catalet Faunlet Vibes

My Own Private Idaho (also Mala Noche and Elephant) by Gus Van Sant

Slight Fever of a 20-Year-Old + Like Grains of Sand by Ryosuke Hashiguchi

Mysterious Skin + Totally Fucked Up + Nowhere by Gregg Araki

Hustler White by Bruce LaBruce (+18)

Rebel Without a Cause by Nicholas Ray

Cry Baby + Polyester by John Waters

Pretty much any juvenile delinquent teensploitation 40s/50s Old Hollywood flick tbh

The Outsiders by FF Coppola

A Cruel Story of Youth + Sing a Song of Sex by Nagisa Oshima

Most of Edward Furlong and Vicent Kartheiser's 90s filmography (Pet Semetary 2, Brainscan, Little Odessa for Furlong; Heaven Sent, Another Day in Paradise, Masterminds for Vincent)

River's Edge by Tim Hunter

Young Soul Rebels by Isaac Julien

Sleepaway Camp by Robert Hiltzik

Le Diable Probablement by Robert Bresson

Permanent Green Light + Like Cattle Towards Glow (+18) by Zac Farley & Dennis Cooper

Pauline à la Plage by Eric Rohmer

The Smell of Us + Ken Park by Larry Clark

Flesh by Paul Morrissey

Lonesome Cowboys by Andy Warhol

Cruising by William Friedkin

Un couteau dans le cœur by Yann Gonzalez (though most of the male fashion in this is just ripping off Friedkin's Cruising and Cadinot films like Aime... comme Minet, Deuxième Sous-sol and Les Minets Sauvages so you could just watch those instead I guess lol)

Equation à un Inconnu by Francis Savel (erotica/+18)

Rebels of the Neon God by Tsai Ming Liang

Fireworks + Scorpio Rising by Kenneth Anger

Dope by Rick Famuyiwa

Cooley High by Michael Schultz

The Inkwell by Matty Rich

Red Hook Summer by Spike Lee

George Washington by David Gordon Green

American Graffiti by George Lucas and Bill Norton

All About Lily Chou-Chou by Shunji Iwai

Stand by Me by Rob Reiner

The Mudge Boy by Michael Burke

US Go Home by Claire Denis

Gummo by Harmony Korine

L.I.E. by Michael Cuesta

Palo Alto by Gia Coppola

Spetters by Paul Verhoeven

Fox and His Friends by RW Fassbinder

The Pit by Lew Lehman

O Fantasma by João Pedro Rodrigues

The Delta by Ira Sachs

What Have I Done to Deserve This + Law of Desire by Pedro Almodovar

The Partridge Family sitcom tbh lol, also the 70s era of the Mickey Mouse Club, pretty much any 70s media featuring male idols of the time like David Cassidy, Leif Garrett etc

Dazed and Confused by Richard Linklater

The Lost Boys by Joel Schumacher

Y Tu Mamá Tambièn by Alfonso Cuarón

Summer 85 by François Ozon

Les Chansons d'Amour + La Belle Personne by Christophe Honoré

Body Without Soul + Not Angels But Angels by Wiktor Grodecki (personally rly dislike the weird Christian melodramatic & imo exploitative direction of these documentaries bt the boys who are interviewed do the best they can to salvage it -- quintessential East European 90s cityboy looks)

III. Fantasy/Glam/Mystical/Sacred/Ancient/Historical Faunlet Vibes

Pink Narcissus by James Bidgood

Caravaggio + Sebastiane by Derek Jarman

Peter Pan (any version tbh)

Fantasia (1940 Disney classic)

Tabou by Nagisa Oshima

Poison + Velvet Goldmine by Todd Haynes

Party Monster by Fenton Bailey

Satyricon by Federico Fellini

Der Rosenkönig by Werner Schroeter

The Blood of a Poet by Jean Cocteau

#faunlet #faunlet aesthetic #(Honestly almost didn’t post this cus a magician never reveals his secrets but was feeling kind & altruistic today sjsjsjs)#not sure if im keeping this on the blog 4 good bt u all can reblog it so itll live on 6ever #faunlet nation #this was on my drafts 4 a long time

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the-key-five · 2 years

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Arya & Lyanna: parallels

FLOWER GIRLS

Arya

— "When we were crossing the Neck, I counted thirty-six flowers I never saw before, and Mycah showed me a lizard-lion."

— None of which stopped Arya, of course. One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers. That just made her worse.

— Then it turned out the purple flowers were called poison kisses, and Arya got a rash on her arms. Sansa would have thought that might have taught her a lesson, but Arya laughed about it, and the next day she rubbed mud all over her arms like some ignorant bog woman just because her friend Mycah told her it would stop the itching. She had bruises on her arms and shoulders too, dark purple welts and faded green-and-yellow splotches; Sansa had seen them when her sister undressed for sleep. How she had gotten those only the seven gods knew.

Lyanna

— "I bring her flowers when I can," he said. "Lyanna was … fond of flowers."

HORSE GIRLS

Arya

— It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse. Well, that and manage a household. Sansa had never had much of a head for figures. If she did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward.

— She had been riding as long as she could remember, ponies when she was little and later horses.

— “Mycah and I are going to ride upstream and look for rubies at the ford.”

“I hate riding,” Sansa said fervently. “All it does is get you soiled and dusty and sore.” // “Why would you want to ride a smelly old horse and get all sore and sweaty when you could recline on feather pillows and eat cakes with the queen?”

Lyanna

— He loved to ride. His little sister took after him in that. A pair of centaurs, those two.

— Not even Lord Rickard’s daughter could outrace him, and that one was half a horse herself.

— “You ride like a northman, milady,” Harwin said when he’d drawn them to a halt. “Your aunt was the same. Lady Lyanna.”

PROTECTING THE WEAK

Arya and Mycah

— "Mycah," the boy muttered. He recognized the prince and averted his eyes. "M'lord."

"He's the butcher's boy," Sansa said.

"He's my friend," Arya said sharply. "You leave him alone."

Lyanna and Howland Reed

— "None offered a name, but he marked their faces well so he could revenge himself upon them later. They shoved him down every time he tried to rise, and kicked him when he curled up on the ground. But then they heard a roar. 'That's my father's man you're kicking,' howled the she-wolf."

SWORD GIRLS

Arya

— "Arya, what did you think to do with this … Needle? Who did you hope to skewer? Your sister? Septa Mordane? Do you know the first thing about sword fighting?"

All she could think of was the lesson Jon had given her. "Stick them with the pointy end," she blurted out.

— She looked at the sword with wonder in her eyes. For a moment she was afraid to touch it, afraid that if she reached for it it would be snatched away again, but then her father said, "Go on, it's yours," and she took it in her hand.

"I can keep it?" she said. "For true?"

— "I never learned the lance, but I could beat you with a sword," said Arya.

Lyanna

— Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it.

LOOKING ALIKE & BEAUTY

Lyanna

— "Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her."

"Lyanna was beautiful," Arya said, startled. Everybody said so. It was not a thing that was ever said of Arya.

— The northern girl had a wild beauty, as he recalled

Arya

— Best you have a new face as well. A pretty one this time, I think. As pretty as your own. Who are you, child?"

— Or would you sooner be a courtesan, and have songs sung of your beauty?

— "I'm sorry I tore the acorn dress too. It was pretty."

"Yes, child. And so are you. Be brave."

RHAEGAR // RHAEGAR’S RUBIES

Arya

— "I'm not," Arya said, trying to brush a tangle out of Nymeria's matted grey fur. "Mycah and I are going to ride upstream and look for rubies at the ford."

"Rubies," Sansa said, lost. "What rubies?"

Arya gave her a look like she was so stupid. "Rhaegar's rubies. This is where King Robert killed him and won the crown."

Lyanna

— Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman's name…

ARYA // BRAN + LYANNA // BENJEN

— Now two children danced across the godswood, hooting at one another as they dueled with broken branches. The girl was the older and taller of the two. Arya! Bran thought eagerly, as he watched her leap up onto a rock and cut at the boy. But that couldn't be right. If the girl was Arya, the boy was Bran himself, and he had never worn his hair so long. And Arya never beat me playing swords, the way that girl is beating him. She slashed the boy across his thigh, so hard that his leg went out from under him and he fell into the pool and began to splash and shout. "You be quiet, stupid," the girl said, tossing her own branch aside. "It's just water. Do you want Old Nan to hear and run tell Father?" She knelt and pulled her brother from the pool, but before she got him out again, the two of them were gone.

POURING WINE OVER BENJEN // THROWING AN ORANGE AT SANSA

Arya

— “Go ahead, call me all the names you want,” Sansa said airily. “You won’t dare when I’m married to Joffrey. You’ll have to bow to me and call me Your Grace.” She shrieked as Arya flung the orange across the table. It caught her in the middle of the forehead with a wet squish and plopped down into her lap.

“You have juice on your face, Your Grace,” Arya said.

Lyanna

— The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle, but when her pup brother teased her for crying she poured wine over his head.

‘YOU BE QUIET’

Arya

— But Hot Pie piped up eagerly. "We're looking for Riverrun," he said. "How many days' ride is it, do you know?"Arya could have killed him. "You be quiet, or I'll stuff rocks in your big stupid mouth."

Lyanna

— "You be quiet, stupid," the girl said, tossing her own branch aside. "It's just water. Do you want Old Nan to hear and run tell Father?"

PASSING JUDGMENT THEMSELVES

Arya

Doesn’t name Amory to Jaqen and instead adds him to her prayer.

Lyanna

Doesn’t ask her brothers to avenge Howland and participates in the tourney herself in disguise as the Knight of the Laughing Tree.

BROTHERS DIED FOR THEM

Jon Snow // Brandon Stark

HARRENHAL (GHOST OF HARRENHAL // TOURNEY)

Arya

— It wasn't Harren, Arya wanted to say, it was me. She had killed Chiswyck with a whisper, and she would kill two more before she was through. I'm the ghost in Harrenhal, she thought. And that night, there was one less name to hate.

— I'm not an evil child, she thought, I am a direwolf, and the ghost in Harrenhal.

Lyanna

— "That evening there was to be a feast in Harrenhal, to mark the opening of the tourney, and the she-wolf insisted that the lad attend. He was of high birth, with as much a right to a place on the bench as any other man. She was not easy to refuse, this wolf maid, so he let the young pup find him garb suitable to a king's feast, and went up to the great castle.

— Queen of Love and Beauty (named by Prince Rhaegar at the Tourney in Harrenhal)

HOUSE DAYNE (EDRIC // ARTHUR)

Arya

— "You have a House?" That was stupid; he was a squire, of course he had a House. "Who are you?"

"My lady?" Ned looked embarrassed. "I'm Edric Dayne, the . . . the Lord of Starfall."

Lyanna

— "And now it begins," said Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. He unsheathed Dawn and held it with both hands. The blade was pale as milkglass, alive with light.

"No," Ned said with sadness in his voice. "Now it ends." As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death.

KNIGHTS

Arya

— "I'm twelve," Arya lied loudly, "and I could be a knight if I wanted. I could have killed you too, only Lem took my knife." Remembering that still made her angry.

Lyanna

— "Whoever he was, the old gods gave strength to his arm. The porcupine knight fell first, then the pitchfork knight, and lastly the knight of the two towers. None were well loved, so the common folk cheered lustily for the Knight of the Laughing Tree, as the new champion soon was called. When his fallen foes sought to ransom horse and armor, the Knight of the Laughing Tree spoke in a booming voice through his helm, saying, 'Teach your squires honor, that shall be ransom enough.' Once the defeated knights chastised their squires sharply, their horses and armor were returned. And so the little crannogman's prayer was answered . . . by the green men, or the old gods, or the children of the forest, who can say?"

GOOD JUDGE OF CHARACTER

Arya

— “Why would you want to ride a smelly old horse and get all sore and sweaty when you could recline on feather pillows and eat cakes with the queen?”

“I don’t like the queen,” Arya said casually. Sansa sucked in her breath, shocked that even Arya would say such a thing, but her sister prattled on, heedless.

Lyanna

— “Robert will never keep to one bed,” Lyanna had told him at Winterfell, on the night long ago when their father had promised her hand to the young Lord of Storm’s End. “I hear he has gotten a child on some girl in the Vale.” Ned had held the babe in his arms; he could scarcely deny her, nor would he lie to his sister, but Ned had assured her that what Robert did before their betrothal was of no matter, that he was a good man and true who would love her with all his heart. Lyanna had only smiled. “Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature.”

UNWANTED BETROTHAL

Robert Baratheon // Elmar Frey

#aryastarkmonth2022 #canonarya #asoiaf #arya stark #lyanna stark

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theirfirespirit · 2 years

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OURS - POLY!MAFIA!MHA Series

Chapter 2: Deja Vu

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Cursing

My eyes wake up from some bright ass light hitting my face. I slowly wake up and see the sun beaming through my windows.

Getting up, I groan softly while holding my head. Man, how much did we drink last night?

Thinking back to last night, I immediately start to smile, remembering the men we spent time together with. Too bad we probably will never see them again.

I get up to go take a shower and brush my teeth.

As I finish my teeth, I hear Mycha get up and do the same. Damn, she looks like a zombie.

“Good morning to you, sunshine.”

“Ugh…” she groans, “I need food.”

“Ok, well we’ll go get some breakfast.” I say to her as I get into my bed and grab my phone off the nightstand. I open it up and notice all the birthday wishes from last night and the time.

12:32 pm

“Or maybe lunch”

“Yea, lunch sounds good, but I want to go shopping as well.” Mycha says, racking her brain for other errands she may need to do.

“Well, I was thinking about going to start my tattoo piece and maybe getting my nose pierced.”

“Ok, we go to lunch and then we go our separate ways and then meet up for dinner?”

“...Yes, that should work. What about dinner at 8? Gives us time to come back if possible and get changed.” I suggest.

“Perfect.”

We both get dressed and grab our purses and keys. She gets in her modified 2015 Ford Fiesta ST while I get into my modified 1998 Acura Integra GSR. I followed her to our favorite hibachi place down the street from our place.

We sit down and eat our lunch. As we sit down, we talk about what she plans to get and what my tattoo may be.

“I’m thinking about getting that tattoo of the yin yang dream catcher for my native american side, and then the feathers flow into the colors of the flags for each of the other ethnicities.”

“Where though?”

“Maybe starting on my ribs and going to my hip.”

“Ma’am, that’s going to hurt.”

“Ma’am, dating my ex hurt. At least, I’ll get pleasure from this.”

Mycha giggles and shakes her head. “I mean … true.”

I laughed a little and we continued eating our food before paying and leaving.

“Remember, we are meeting back at our place at 6 so we can head out. If anything happens, call immediately.”

“Ok, mom.” I smirked.

She rolls her eyes and gets in her car. “Whatever, I love you, bitch.”

“Love you, bitch” I say back while getting in my car and putting on my quick release steering wheel 'til I hear the satisfying ding of the wheel to signify its truly on.

Mycha’s POV

I get to the mall and park in a spot. Walking into the mall, I think about exactly what I want/need to get so I’m not wasting too much time. I checked the time on my phone once more.

1:45pm

Ok that gives about 4 hours to do some damage.

I walk into Macy’s and look for some nice tops I can dress up or down. While walking into the store, I saw that there’s a sale going on storewide.

YES! Buy one get one 50%! I’m here for it.

I searched around and found these pretty v neck t-shirts in multiple colors. Looking at the tops, I can’t choose between colors.

I do wear a lot of black and pinks but maybe this olive color would look nice as well. Ok, but this purple and blue. Oh my gosh and this yellow would brighten up my skin too!

As I’m pondering over these colors, I feel a presence behind me.

“Hi cutie.”

“Look sir, I don’t know who you are, but I’m not -” I start as I turn around and see a familiar redhead, smiling.

“You’re not interested? I can leave you alone if you.” the redhead said, rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly.

“No no no, I thought you were some creep trying to flirt. I’m sorry.”

His smiles once again.

His smile is so fucking pretty! Ugh! Please, keep that smile!

“No, I get it. Also, I think you should get those. They’d look nice on you.” He points to the tops I was previously looking at.

I turn to look at them and sigh.

“I want to, but I don't know which one to get.”

“Why not all of them?”

“Sir, I’m balling on a budget.” I quipped.

“I’ll get them for you.”

I stared at him for a moment. Did he just - No, don’t accept it because you still don’t know the man.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll -”

He goes to grab one of each color.

“Hey! You don’t have to do that! I can get a couple now and get some others later.”

“Later, you don’t know if there’ll be a sale.” He says walking to the cash register with the shirt in hand.

“We’ll you don’t even know my size.” I crossed my arms.

He looked at me, “You still have the size of the shirt you were possibly going to get in your hand, love.” He takes that shirt out of my hand and adds it to the pile on the counter.

“Ok, seriously you don’t have to do it.”

“I know, I don’t have to, but I want to. Plus, you’ll look beautiful with your new shirts and a smile on your face.” He grins as he pays for the shirts and whatever else he grabbed before. “Can you separate the shirts for this? Thank you.”

“Ok, but what is the catch? What do you want from me? How did you even know I was here?”

“Cutie, I came here because they are the only place that carries my favorite cologne and I just happened to catch you walking past me to go to the shirts. Also, I don't want anything, except dinner, if that’s ok with you. Last night got cut short and I didn’t even tell you my name, which is Eijiro.”

Eijiro grabs the bags and hands me my bag of shirts.

So, his name is Eijiro.

“Honestly, I just want to formally introduce myself to you because I find you cute and sweet but feisty, but not as feisty as your friend though my friends like her. It’s not that I don't like her, though! I’m sure she’s a great person and what not but I’m not interested in her like I am you. Wait, I didn’t mean it like that!” He stumbles a bit. Eijiro rubs his free against his neck again, blushing slightly.

I giggled, “I understand and yes, she’s fiery. How about this? I’ll see if she minds going to dinner with us instead of just her and I. Therefore, we all can formally introduce ourselves to each other and I can thank you for the shirt.”

“YES! I mean, yea that sounds great. Here’s my number!” Eijiro enthusiastically reaches for his phone and gives me his number. I texted him and he received my number in exchange.

“Alright, well I’ll text her and I still have about 2 and a half hours before I got to head back. Wanna shop some more?”

“Yea! I’ll let the boys know as well”

I opened my message and sent Luna a quick text to let her know the slight change in plans.

Maybe, one of them, or both, will help her recover from her ex.

Luna’s POV

I feel a buzz from my phone as I pull into the parking lot of Blue Flame Tattoo and Piercings. Once the car is parked and turned off, I pull out my phone and look at the notification.

iMessage from My Wife Mycha at 1:45pm

Opening the notification while taking off my quick release, I read the message.

Mycha: Hey, do you mind if we change plans, slightly? I met Eijiro - or the redhead from last night and somehow, he ended up asking us to dinner with his friends. I know it’s sudden and I agreed BUT I told him I’d ask you. What do you think?

So, they met again. I’m glad, he seemed quite interested in her and it better not just be for sex, or I might just go to jail for murder.

Me: Let me see how I feel after this, and I’ll let you know.

I walk into the shop and the doorbell rings. I’m greeted by a man with raven-colored chin length hair. His bangs could cover his face if it weren’t held back by a bandana. From what I can see, he has a half sleeve right arm, a lip ring, and his left ear is full of piercings.

“Welcome to Blue Flame, I’m Tamaki. How can I help you?”

“I’m here to start my rib piece. I made an appointment with … I wasn’t given the name. My name is Luna.”

“No problem, I have you in the system. The person you’ll be working with should be finishing a client now. I’ll let him know you’re here though. Feel free to chill in the lounge while you wait.”

I go to sit on the couch and look at the tattoo I hope to start today.

Not even 5 minutes late, the previous client comes out. She is thanking the tattooist for her new ink. The tattoo artist comes out and gives the money to Tamaki who puts the money in the register.

The tattooist turns to me and smiles.

Oh, are you serious?

“Well, if it isn’t the spitfire from the club?”

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erigold13261 · 1 year

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📢Psychonauts NSR AU, Chapter 10: VS. Lucky📢

After fighting 1010 and their manager Captain Oleander. Bunk Bed Junction headed back to the sewers.

“Hey Gristol.” Sasha greeted.

“Wow… that is… that is a lot of scribble you got there.” Milla pointed out on the massive piles of notes that have several lines.

“I know. A one-of-a-kind musician awaits.” Gristol replied. He turned on a screen revealing a fair-skinned woman, she had red hair in the style of an octopus, and wore an out fit with pink and purple on one side and blue and white on the other, the skrt was made out of playing cards, and had what appeared to be octopus tentacles on the back of her outfit. Sasha was a bit unnerved on the image of that woman.

“I’ve seen her… she's… very loopy.” Milla spoke.

“That’s Lucky for you. Lucky’s known to be the eccentric artist of NSR. Nobody knows what goes on her mind. Well, nobody but Sasha, I recken.” Gristol explained.

“Huh?” Milla asked in confusion.

“Sasha didn’t tell you?” Gristol asked.

“Tell me what?” Milla asked.

“Lucky and I… had some… history together.” Sasha shyly explained.

“What?” Milla responded.

“They used to be in a band together.” Gristol pointed out. Milla was stunned.

“What? They were in a band once?” Milla responded with shock.

“And if anyone knows her best, it’s probably Sasha.” Gristol replied.

“She… she was your ex-bandmate, Sasha?” Milla asked.

“Yeah. We didn’t leave on good terms…” Sasha spoke.

“That rules out the possibility of dropping by as a visitor, then.” Gristol spoke. “But don’t worry. I’ve got a plan. There’s to be an exhibition at her gallery. She’ll be there, so head over and I’ll make sure the security system won’t be bother to you.” Gristol explained. “But be careful. Lucky is without a doubt the most dangerous artist NSR has to offer. There’s a reason why Ford keeps her as the CEO’s right-hand woman.” Gristol explained.

“Got it, Gristol. You ready Sasha?” Milla asked. Sasha stayed silent. “Sasha?” She asked again.

“Oh. Yeah.” Sasha replied. Milla first headed out. But Sasha stayed.

“Sasha? You coming?” Milla called. Sasha didn’t respond. Lucky… was… well… gonna be hard for Sasha to face. But, he had to face her. And it was for the best.

“Coming.” Sasha responded.

When they arrived at Dream Fever, Lucky’s district. They saw art. Like, lots of it. Sasha a bit disturbed but headed inside.

“Sasha? You haven’t been speaking this much.” Milla asked with worry.

“I know… it’s just… I haven’t seen her since…” Sasha spoke. Lucky and Sasha… they met at college. They did art… art for Dream Fever. The more Sasha looked around. The more painful it was… but he had to. He had to face her. “Let’s go.” Sasha spoke as they entered.

When they arrived. They saw a blue and purple hallway of art… and a chair that was blue on the left side, and purple on the right side. And behind that chair was a statue of Ford. Leaning on it. Suddenly, a voice spoke.

“Why hello, Sasha.” The voice spoke.

“Hello? Lucky? Where are you?” Sasha asked.

“Take a seat, Sasha.” The voice responded.

“Take… take a seat?” Sasha asked. “Oooh. Right.” Sasha realized.

“Remember this chair? Or has it fled past the walls of your memories?” The voice asked. “Not that I would be surprised if it has. A chair, by design, is never made to hold such sentimental values. This chair was once yours, Sasha. But you threw it away.” The voice added.

“Lucky…I…” Sasha tried to speak.

“Don’t worry. All is fine. You are forgiven. Now… lay yourself upon this vessel and accept my gift.” The voice responded. “Feel the sands of time flow through your body as you once had.” The voice explained.

“Yeah, uh… seems like the chair is pretty occupied with Ford right now.” Sasha spoke.

“He embraces me for who I am. I love him, but a chair without a sitter is left with no purpose to exist.” The voice explained. Milla looked confused on what was going on.

“Hey, Sasha. You can see her? Where is she?” Milla asked.

“She’s right there.” Sasha spoke.

“Where?” Milla asked.

Suddenly, the chair started spinning, revealing Lucky.

“Ugh. Just as I thought, you share none of Sasha’s artistic perception.” Lucky spoke in annoyance. “Girl, do you not see Ford holding the back rest to his chest? Hello? Do you not get what it is meant to represent?” Lucky asked.

“Uh… no?” Milla asked.

“Uuuuugh! Sasha. Why must you pick such a… pedestrian girl! You—”. Lucky catched her breath, and turned around. “Sasha, remember college? Remember when I was the tectonic plates and you were the sea? The heat we channelled when your waves broke upon my earth was euphoric. We were untouchable! Do you not miss those times? Do you not yearn for that feeling again? Instead, you left me for this… this girl? Have you dropped your standards?” Lucky asked.

“Hey!” Milla responded.

“That is sad. Just… just sad.” Lucky spoke. “But you are here now, you are in front of me. We can save each other, as today, we celebrate your redemption, Sasha.” Lucky spoke. “So open your mind, sink into my gaze, and let yourself be reborn again!” She chanted. The fight was on.

“This girl you chose is a mistake. She is fire. Fire and sea do not mix.” Lucky spoke.

“Uh… it’s Milla, ok?” Milla asked with slight annoyance as she parried a light that came from a hand.

Sasha and Milla parried lights coming from hands, as well as running from actual hand statues that chased them. Milla also chased Lucky around as she jumped from portrait to portrait. When they struck her right. She transported to a glass wall, which Milla broke. Reach closer to Lucky.

“I feel an immense energy between you and that… pedestrian girl.” Lucky grunted. “She does not deserve this. She does not deserve any of this! If I can not have you, Sasha, the neither can she!” Lucky screamed as she summoned four glowing hands. Causing a bright flash of light, to which the rock duo covered their eyes.

When Milla opened her eyes, she saw herself in a purple hallway. Surrounded by several arms and legs, and Sasha was nowhere in sight. Meanwhile Sasha was in a blue room, surrounded by confetti.

“Uh… Sasha? What’s going on? Where are you?!” Milla asked in panic.

“I’m still here Milla! Don’t panic, she’s done this before. We just need to keep playing as we were.” Sasha reassured. Now things got serious.

Milla strucked first attacking Lucky while dodging from legs and arms that were trying to kill her.

“What happened to you, Sasha? We used to birth countless worlds together! Remember Rupturika?!” Lucky asked as Sasha was slowly dodging her attacks.

“How could I forget? You set my hair on fire.” Sasha responded.

“You’re upset about that?” Lucky asked with slight harm to her feelings. She transported to where Milla was. To which Milla attacked her. Until Lucky teleported away, to where Milla saw another glass wall, and broke it apart.

“What? No. No! No! No!” Lucky shrieked. “How can your links be ever so strong?!” Lucky asked. “Unless… unless the two of you formed your bond through mutual hate?! Your hatred of me?! I…” Lucky asked. She bumped into the statue of Ford… and immediately pushed it away.

“You’re one of them Sasha. You fear me!” Lucky laughed. “As you should! For no one escapes the Diva’s realm!” She said as she transported Sasha and Milla to a broken dimension.

Lucky teleported away to Sasha, who immediately parried the lights to attack her. Lucky was laughing. She was laughing in jelousy, rage, sorrow… all of them. Until she fled. This time, Sasha broke the glass wall.

“Sasha! I think I see you at the other end of the tunnel!” Milla spoke.

“I do too! Let’s go!” Sasha replied.

As Milla and Sasha reached the end towards the tunnel. Lucky was done with this.

“Sasha, you were nothing before you met me! I handpicked you, molded you, sculpted you into the man you are today! Do you really think you can reach this level of briliance all by yourself? Hah! I made you! And the greatest thing you ever accomplished in your life was to get me to notice you!” Lucky taunted.

Milla and Sasha reached at the end of the tunnel. Where they broke the glass together. Reuniting at last.

“You… you two? How?” Lucky asked.

“Face it, Lucky! Sasha’s better han you.” Milla spoke.

“There’s only one thing left to do Milla.” Sasha told the guitarist.

“Let’s show her, Sasha!” Milla said. She set her guitar on attack mode, while Zuke prepared his drum sticks.

“BUNKA”

“JUNKA”

“SHAKALAKA-BAM!” they shouted. Causing a blue light to attack at the diva. Which caused her to fall.

“You. You and everyone else are just intimidated by my talent. All of you are cowards! Always!” Lucky cried, suddenly she teleported herself into a white room. “There is no one. Not even him. None in this world to weave their senses with mine.” She said in the void.

“I should go.” Sasha spoke. Milla wanted to say something, but agreed on what he had to do.

“Go.” Milla responded. Sasha left and entered the white void… to talk to Lucky.

“Everything is nothing. Why should I continue to entertain this void?” Lucky questioned.

“Lucky?” Sasha called out.

“So much to do yet nowhere to go. I do not belong here.” Lucky monologued.

“Lucky, please—”

“The earth. Sea. Fire. All for naught.” Lucky spoke within the tears.

Sasha found her, and picked her up. Lucky saw him, and decided to exit.

“The stars… they are so beautiful. I will close my eyes now. Goodbye.” Lucky ended as the two left.

“Lucky, I’m sorry.” Sasha spoke. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be the person you wanted me to be. When we first met, you immediately saw potential in me. I gave you hope that perhaps, I could eventually see the world as you did.” Sasha spoke. “But I’m not like you. I wish I was, but I’m not.” He explained.

“But if we just try again—”

“Lucky, please.” Sasha interrupted. “I was… a coward for running away. I know that now. But seeing you today reminded me of how alive you can truly be when you’re performing your craft.” Sasha explained. “I know how terrifying it must be to face the possibility that you might never meet another like-minded person in this world.” Lucky covered her ears. “But your better than that. You don’t need anybody else to complete you. You complete yourself.” Sasha explained.

“It is not comfortable to hear this. I do not think I am strong enough to—”

“You have always been stronger than me. If anyone can do it, it’s you, Hollis.” Sasha spoke. He looked back at Milla. “Well, I have to go now. Take care.” He spoke. “Milla’s not pedestrian, by the way. If you know her as I do, I think you’ll like her too.” Sasha finished as he and Milla left the gallery… satisfied. Lucky (or in this case Hollis) couldn’t help… but smile.

#submission #psychonauts #nsr #no straight roads #othau #othfic #noart #it would have been cool #if in the part where you play as may and zuke/sasha and milla #that you said tentacles instead of arms and legs #but other than that i loved this one!

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naquey · 4 months

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All Seeing Alchemist

Dipper comes back for the summer just to take a break from college and maybe spend a little time at the Mystery Shack. The town has been reconstructed, and with Gideon in jail, it seems all the more confusing when there's another psychic but thanks to town history they're seemingly ignored.

contains: crystals, meet cute, college dipper, dipper still has anxiety, flashbacks to Gideon almost killing Dipper

Dipper was glad to be back in Gravity Falls.

College had been kicking his ass, even more so because he was an overachiever and was doing way too many things just to ensure that he could finish college on time like he planned. It was yet again, another forty-two step plan.

Thanks to Soos, he was able to settle back into that room in the attic, his Abuelita was staying in her own home. The room looked exactly like how had had left it, aside from the missing posters that were above his and Mabel's beds. The beds and the desk in the middle were still there. Setting down his bags and sitting down on the old bed he let out a surprised sound when the mattress sunk pretty deep under his weight. It has been a while since the mattress was replaced.

He'd gotten to the Mystery Shack later than he expected, the sky was already turning dark. Unzipping his suitcase he pulled out that journal Grunkle Ford had gotten him a while ago, it was white and blue like his old hat with a pinetree symbol on the cover. Flipping it open he leaned back to read over his writing... again.

The next morning he woke up with his book lying over his face, open to the last page he was reading. Groggy and half awake he rubbed a hand over his face, wiping away the grime from last night. Closing his journal he got up and stretched, walking on over to the mirror in the corner. Aside from his hair sticking up in different directions he looked pretty okay. He maybe, possibly, sort of had to change his shirt.

Gravity Falls hadn't exactly changed much since he'd vacationed there when he was twelve, and it hadn't changed since he visited last year. Although he had a car he decided to take a stroll down the block, choosing to look at places up close than slow driving down the street and looking at places from his car window. He had just about walked around town square three times, going in circles. It took him a moment to recognize a store that didn't look familiar.

Alchemic Apothecary the overhead sign read.

Pushing open the door there was a bell that rang when it opened. A certain smell assaulted his sense, incense. Suddenly he was thrust back into the past.

He and Gideon were in a warehouse after he had told him that Mabel didn't want to go out with him. He was suspended in the air, heart pounding out of his ribcage. The bolo tie that Gideon was clutching in his hand was glowing turquoise. A pair of scissors floating towards him, menacingly. Gideon was screaming about something but he couldn't hear him, all his focus was on that pair of scissors dangerously close to cutting him in half.

"Welcome, let me know if there's anything you need."

Her voice hit his ears and he was pulled out of the memory. His was leaning on one of the tables by the door, clutching the edge with white knuckles. Other hand clutched over his heart. Trying to calm down that thrumming in his ears he looked around. There were many, many things set out on shelves and tables. Crystals, herbs, tarot decks, tea sets, t-shirts, even statues of different kinds of Gods and Goddesses.

He picked up a large moonstone sphere, it had a purple tint.

"Moonstone, good choice. It can attract good intuition to your life, as well as stability and peace."

She touched his shoulder gently and he jumped. Just a bit taller than him with dark purple dyed hair that had a curl at the ends and long in the front. Tucking some hair behind her ear she offered him a smile. Her eyes were the same shade as chocolate.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't meant to spook you."

"No, no. You're okay." Dipper chuckled awkwardly and put the sphere back in its holder.

"I'm Luna, the store owner."

"Dipper Pines."

"Dipper? That's an interesting name." She giggled.

"How uh... How much is this?" Just like when he was younger, his voice cracked.

"There's a sticker if you just turn it over." She made the motion with her hands.

"Oh." He turned it over and merely glanced at the price before he noticed his palms were sweaty. "I'll- I'll just buy this."

He paid for the moonstone sphere and then made a quick exit from the shop. When he got back to the Mystery Shack he accidentally slammed the door behind him.

"Dipper?" Melody called, she was in the kitchen.

"Hi- Hi..." He cleared his throat.

"Oh, what's with the bag?" She nodded at the paper bag he was carrying.

"What bag? I'm not- It's nothing!" He hid it behind his legs, which didn't hide it.

"You're acting weird, what happened?"

"I'm not acting weird. Who's acting weird?"

"Dude, you're being really weird." Soos added. He was wearing an apron.

"Are you guys making pancakes? I can smell them." Dipper raised a brow.

"Oh, yeah. We're making pancakes, but you don't get any until you tell us why you're acting so weird?" Melody planted her hands on her hips.

"Okay, okay." Dipper sighed and walked into the kitchen.

Soos, Melody, and Dipper all sat around the kitchen table. Dipper was fidgeting, staring down at the table. Melody and Soos looked at him expectantly.

"So, you went to Alchemic Apothecary." Melody pursed her lips, nodding to herself.

"I just bought the first thing I touched, being in there reminded me of Gideon and then- then there was this girl."

"A girl?" Melody's eyes widened.

"Was is a meet cute fated to be, the tired college student and the occultist?" Soos asked with a chuckle.

"Oh! That would be so adorable!" Melody grinned.

"She said something about the stone sphere I bought, but I didn't listen..."

"Well, do you like her?" They both asked, leaning forward.

"I uh- I..."

"Dude, you gotta go back there." Soos said.

"Yeah! You gotta go back and ask her out!" Melody got up and put a plate of pancakes on the table. "In the meantime, plan what you're going to say."

Following Soos and Melody's advice, Dipper decided to go back. Not only because he thought she was cute, but also because he didn't want to sit and watch Melody and Soos dancing around their kitchen. It was adorable, but it also made him a little sad. Over the years after his crush on Wendy he had felt quite lonely. It was hard to really connect with people after everything he's been through, and the stuff he's interested isn't exactly what makes the ladies chase him.

Taking a deep breath before he opened the door he stopped when he saw some guy standing at the counter. Luna was having a conversation with him but didn't notice Dipper walk in. She probably noticed the bell above the door.

"Oh, Dipper!" She waved at him when she noticed him looking at the statues in the glass case. "Give me a second, sorry." She excused herself from the guy at the counter.

"Is Apollo made out of marble?" Dipper asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah! I thought it was pretty unique if I'm being honest. You're back for crystals, right?"

"What?"

She snorted. "Of course you're not back for crystals, you don't seem like a crystal collector."

"Yeah..."

"Could it be that you want to ask me out?"

"What? No! Of course not..."

She giggled.

"Because I would like to ask you out." Her arms were folded over her chest. She was wearing a blue mesh shirt patterned with gold stars and moons.

"Me? What- Why?" Dipper's face flushed.

"Do I really have to spell it out?" She deadpanned.

"No, no! You don't have to... I just- It's been a while."

"Does Saturday work? Five o'clock?"

#dipper pines #mabel pines #pines twins #gravity falls #tent of telepathy #dipper pines x oc #soos

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blackenchanting · 1 year

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Welcome to ravens borough episode 11

Somewhere in the unheard of town of Raven's Borough…

The contents of this story are nsfw therefore not for children

The Impala flew past Lucy's outlaw steakhouse turning right as they drove down an empty road until they reached a lovely two story brick house. They pulled into the driveway behind a big purple twenty thirteen ford raptor that was raised and parked in the gravel driveway next to a jeep renegade.

"Let's see if they're more forthcoming than their daughter." Rob said getting out of the car.

"Hopefully." Eva said doing the same.

"Been a while." Rob said heading for the house.

"Yeah." Eva said as they got on the porch.

Rob knocked on the door as Eva hit the doorbell. Which made a pretty sound. Before the door opened as they came face to face with a replica of Ameila

"Hey Nana." Rob said, waving as Nana held up her arm and swayed her hand to the left.

"Where's Lucinda?" Rob asked.

Nana held her left hand in a cuffed way and slid her right hand in

"Yeah I still have no idea how to read sign language ma'am." Rob said.

"Can we come in?" Eva asked as Nana gestured them in.

"Thank you." Rob said as he and Eva entered the house.

They entered the cozy little home immediately running into baby pictures of Ameila before she lost her arm.

"Man, it's actually weird to me that Ameila had two human arms at one point." Eva said.

Nana closed her right hand and put up her pinkie index and thumb as she slowly moved it back and forth

"Could you get Lucinda? No offense but I barely understand you still and I hate myself for not learning to." Rob said.

"She said she loves Ameila" Lucinda said coming around the corner

"Ah, yeah. We're actually here to talk about her." Rob said.

"She's fine. Just distant and it's worrying us." Eva said.

"Das meh baby for you" Lucinda said gesturing to a picture of Ameila and another child who looked like a combination of the two

"Who's the other one?" Eva asked.

Nana made a few gestures

"She said our oldest" Lucinda said as nana took her hand and moved it across her face

"Nah you baby" Lucinda said as nana blushed

"Where is she now?" Eva asked.

"Around" Lucinda said

"I sense a trope that all our children run off to towns in the middle of nowhere" Lucinda said

As nana quickly moved her fist back and forth

"Yeah that's fair. Has Ameila talked with you guys lately? She's been a bit more distant than usual." Rob said.

"She's a mini replica of me. So if you know me you know her.. though I used to be the biggest narcissist back in school… thankfully she didn't get that" Lucinda said

"Yeah, that's about right. She's I think going through something and we were wondering if you knew anything about that." Rob said.

"Hmm… when did it start? any details?" Lucinda asked as Nana did the first gesture again

"Hard to say exactly. But I wanna say a few days ago. She also went on a trip to Foggy Rock." Rob said.

"Ahhh… yeah That'd do it" Lucinda said.

"Something we should know?" Rob asked

"Well about eight years ago before she disappeared to Ravens Borough she moved to foggy rock to" Lucinda began explaining as nana stopped her

"Hmmm.?" Lucinda said Nana made a few signs to her

"Ameila is.. an adult now and what happened is her business. If she hasn't told you there's probably a fairly good reason why" Lucinda said.

"Fair enough. Something happened during college then huh." Rob said.

"That's pretty much all we'll be able to know for now I guess." Eva said.

"How've you two been?" Rob asked.

Nana put her left hand on her chin and put it down cuffing her hands together

"How about you come join us in the living room.. after all it's been fourteen years since we've seen you Robert" Lucinda said

"I haven't used that name in… so many years." Rob said.

"Despite every document saying otherwise." Eva said.

"Hmm mabey we'll pull out the chairs instead it's a nice day to chill on the porch." Lucinda said thinking about it.

"Up to you. We're good at settling. It's a speciality." Rob said.

"Porch it is" Lucinda said

In no time at all they were chilling on the enclosed back porch in folding chairs.

"Ahhh. This is nice." Eva said looking at the hand made garden in front of them

"Wonder if mom's garden still exists." Rob said. As Lucinda placed her hand on a beer next to her

"Your mom gardened?" Eva asked.

"Nope. She just had a bed of flowers she let do their thing." Rob said.

"Nana puts a lot of work into this garden" Lucinda said taking a sip of moonwalker beer

"Fair. Gardening is a lot like gun repair. Takes a steady hand to make sure it's done with absolute precision." Rob said.

"Uh huh, and who do you get your snarky from?" Eva asked.

"His mom." Lucinda said

"Yup. Among other things." Rob said.

"Such as?" Eva asked as Lucinda took another sip. Hmm

"Well, she's a werewolf." Rob said.

"That… explains a lot more than it should." Eva said.

"I only get a few of the traits, nothing affecting my appearance besides my eyes." Rob said.

"Good ol' night vision, so handy." Rob said.

"So that's why your eyes turn green sometimes." Eva said.

"Nana dear, would you mind getting our guests some of your family's famous lemonade?" Lucinda asked as Nana moved her fist back and forth as she got up.

"Ooo lemonade ." Eva said.

Nana walked towards the kitchen as Lucinda slapped her ass.. she then turned around and gave her the bird as she disappeared into the kitchen

"Ahhh.. I'ma fuck that ass later." Lucinda said relaxing in her chair and taking a sip of her beer as nana came back out with three tall glasses filled with ice. And a large pitcher of delicious looking lemonade.

"I know that feeling." Rob said.

"I'm sure you do." Eva said with a smirk.

"Oh the difference between you and I. Is that I'm forty four years old and there's no more running for me. You two however are still young, you have all the time in the world to experiment. But I cannot mess up. Nana is truly a gem she's not like everyone out there completely unique there's no one like her and thus I refuse to screw this up" Lucinda said

"I also know that feeling." Ro. Said.

"Rob I love that you are trying to be sweet. But you're only twenty four.. you're still learning what love is.. love isn't about sex or doing everything every single day together. Love is about two completely different people. A deaf tabaxi and a normal Kuni who bullied her mercilessly back in school because she was different. two people you'd never expect to be together who are. Because they make it work despite their flaws, that is what love is" Lucinda said.

"Heh, that's fair I suppose. But, at the same time I think… I think I found it." Rob said, looking at Eva.

"Or do you mean it found you after many years?" Eva asked.

"We'll see." Rob said. As nana poured three glasses of juicy lemonade

"Thank you." Rob said.

Nana placed her hand on her mouth and then lowered it down Infront of her with her palm out as she sat back down next to Lucinda

"Looks like I'll have to learn sign language." Eva said with a sigh.

"She said thank you" Lucinda replied

"Fair." Rob said.

"She can talk, she has a voice. But after Lizzie and Ameila became adults and no longer needed us she went back to using sign" Lucinda explained

"Makes sense." Rob said, taking a glass of lemonade. It was a juicy mouth watering taste filled him with happiness

"When ame and Liz were younger.. They couldn't sleep well at night and so Nana would talk to them to help them to sleep. It was adorable and thus she just kinda used the voice because it was easier for them until they were of the age where she didn't need to anymore. And I mean her voice is adorable. I don't understand why she doesn't use it. But she doesn't and It doesn't really affect me because I can understand her" Lucinda explained

"Fair enough. Still can't imagine being deaf." Rob said.

"She may be deaf. And she may be different but I love her all the same" Lucinda said taking her hand through Nana's hair

"So when it comes to Ameila the only advice I can give you. Is stop prying into her life. I'm glad you worry about my baby and I'm so very glad she has friends. But if you pry too much into her life you'll just drive her further from you.. maybe even worse" Lucinda said.

"Fair enough. Guess we'll let her tell us when she's ready." Rob said.

"Exactly" Lucinda said

"So how've you guys been?" Rob asked.

"Every day is a new adventure," Lucinda said.

"Fair enough." Rob said.

They continued chilling on the porch as another car that looked like her el camino but without the bed pulled in beside the Impala.

"Looks like you have another visitor." Eva said. Watching Ameila get out of the car and walk towards them holding a twelve pack of jack

"the Fuck is that!" Rob said looking at the black car behind Ameila with a large double SS badge on the front. As she gestured towards it with a bottle of jack

"It's a Chevy...burp…Chevelle" Ameila said burping mid sentence

"Oh damn. Look at that thing." Eva said.

It was a beautiful black car with chrome rims and grill and white stripes on the hood

"Yes please do look at it" Ameila said sitting down her twelve pack of jack

"Fair it is very pretty." Rob said.

"Yeah it is" Ameila replied sitting down next to them putting her feet up on the arm rest of the chair with a bottle of jack in her right hand in an almost identical pose to Lucinda

"Like mother, like daughter." Rob said.

"If I was a raging alcoholic" Lucinda said

"Call me what you want I have thick skin" Ameila said as they could almost Imagine the smell of jack on her breath

"You're insane" Lucinda said

"Damn right I'm insane I bought a Chevy Chevelle for almost a hundred grand" Ameila said

"And that's why I built my Impala." Rob said.

"Not without help you didn't." Eva said.

"Guarantee building that car alone set you back a few.. burp…thousand" Ameila said

"Well yeah, but nowhere near a hundred thousand." Rob said.

"I call bullshit" Ameila said

"You're right it is bullshit, it was more a hundred fifty, though it's definitely nowhere near stock aside from the seats and body." Rob said.

"Well that one's kinda on you it was stock before you met this pretty lady" Ameila said

"No it really wasn't." Eva said.

"Woman, I think I'd know what was in the car. Especially since Me and Orion had to go find parts because half of them don't exist. so we went the extra mile to have them built by chevy so he could say it was stock to an extent" Ameila replied.

"I appreciate that." Rob said.

"And then I started driving it… I see." Eva said.

"Eh, as long as I have it, that's all that matters to me." Rob said.

"Now I kinda feel bad about it…" Eva said.

"Don't me and Orion warned him a thousand times over not to turn it into a work car because it's a collectors item. but as you can see" Ameila said gesturing to the Impala which was still missing it's mirror

"That mirror is haunting me I swear." Rob said.

"Again me and Orion warned you this would happen however you don't listen till it swims around and bites you on the ass" Ameila replied

"Yeah… I don't even know what the hell happened to it." Rob said.

"You left a valuable collectors item unattended outside a bar for criminals. And before you say anything. My note said at the bottom not to bring it" Ameila said abruptly

"Ah. Yeah. That's fair…" Rob said.

"But a fuckin mirror?" Eva said.

"They also scratched your door" Ameila added.

"See, that's more understandable than taking my fuckin mirror." Rob said.

"You have no reason to be pissed because again I warned you something like this would happen" Ameila said.

"I'm pissed at myself more than anything really." Rob said.

"So hows my baby" Lucinda said taking a sip of her beer

"Baby's sucking at lifey atm" Ameila replied

"How come" Lucinda asked

"Baby may have done a few things recently that she probably shouldn't have" Ameila said

"Like buying a Chevelle?" Eva asked

"Naaaaah mate.. id do that again" Ameila quickly replied

"I uhhmm.. met an old friend. One thing kinda lead to another and I kinda cheated on Ava twice" Ameila said with abit of regret in her voice

"Oh my" Lucinda said

"How you gonna tell her?" Rob asked

"... I'm not I don't wanna lose her so I'm not gonna tell her and just stop doing that" Ameila said

"Your logic is flawed my child you should tell her. if she loves you she'll forgive you this time. She may not view you the same way but if you keep it from her.. you better be a very good liar" Lucinda said as nana gestured

"Even your mom agrees" Lucinda added

"I'm not gonna tell her, that's a death sentence" Amelia said

"Yeah, I don't think it's a good idea to keep it bottled up but your choice." Rob said.

"Well let's look at the pros and cons. I tell her I possibly end up single sleeping on a couch or I get the silent treatment for several days" Ameila said

"yeah..I get the silent treatment every day of my life" Lucinda said as nana punched her in the arm

"Hey not her fault, I'd make the same joke." Eva said.

"I mean it is kinda fucked up. Mom can't speak very well" Ameila said as nana crossed her arms

"But If I don't tell her and never screw up. I sleep easy I don't potentially lose her. She talks to me I get to see her smile. And not many people can say their married to the mayor's daughter" Amelia said

"That's fair. Though I'm just happy being with Eva." Rob said, causing Eva to smile and blush.

"Ahh young love there's nothing sweeter than young love." Lucinda said

"Where gonna be eating popcorn when they hit stage two where they realize the little ticks that annoy each other.. causing them to snap at each other over the smallest details" Amelia said

"Yes we are" Lucinda said

"Bruh I should start a disgruntled partner hotline at the bar for people who need to talk about their relationship issues" Amelia said as if a light bulb had gone off in her head

"Yeah, probably." Rob said.

"Twenty eight bucks a call il be fuckin rich" Ameila said

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Koker and his crew utterly modified the Ghia's 1.3-litre engine in addition to its styling, making it irresistible to the final word VW fanatic. Danny is a self-taught mechanic and has owned many cars prior to now. Korie had a profitable career within the broadcasting trade earlier than her marriage.

Danny "The Count" Koker is the proprietor of Count's Kustoms, a shop dedicated to the restore and restoration of motor automobiles, cars, and bikes in particular. The shop's name is derived from Koker's stint as half-owner of native impartial station KFBT , during which he hosted a weekly B-film showcase, Saturday Fright at the Movies, as "Count Cool Rider". Koker, who grew up in Cleveland and Detroit, is a self-taught mechanic who comes from a household of Ford Motor Company staff. While he enjoys classic autos, Koker dislikes newer vehicles, and customarily rejects provides to work on them.

"It’s free and folks come on in and wander around and check it out. It’s like an anthill. It’s fairly superb and pretty cool — and my neighbors nonetheless love me." The restaurateur noted that there wouldn’t be a whole lot of money to talk of if he didn’t have a gifted staff behind him. "I’ve collected nice bikes and cars, however I’ve also collected some nice folks. I’ve received a strong group of men," he shared.

Other aspects of the present embody Danny's temptation to keep the autos he buys as an alternative of promoting them for revenue; it's mentioned his personal collection is comprised of over fifty cars which are on show within the shop. Also touched upon is Danny's relationship with numerous celebrities and the work he does for them. The cast contains Danny's right hand man and best good friend Kevin, the store air-brush artist Horny Mike , the store's detailer and local Funny Foreigner Roli, project scout Big Ryan, bookkeeper Scott, and bike-store supervisor Shannon. Episodes frequently present the staff's varied hijinks, conflicts, and occasional failures, however in the long run it's at all times apparent why Danny refers to them as his "all-star crew"; they're very good at what they do.

Joseph "Doc" Duggan integrates expertise in working with the vehicles or adding superior technological options with the classics. Normally, he comes into battle with the "old school" guys. Scott Jones was the manager of Count's Kustoms, and Danny's bookkeeper, who maintains an accounting of the money on each project to make sure that they are profitable. Scott left between the second and third seasons and is only talked about briefly within the third-season premiere . Danny – Oh, and make sure to take a look at a few of the webisodes, the place you possibly can see some really fun stuff behind the scenes at the store. But we do get fixed provides to do other things all the time, but I’m pleased.

One of his most prized possessions is a green, 1940 Ford road rod pickup with purple flames. Roli Szabo is the shop's detailer, liable for cleansing and sprucing of all of the autos on which Count's Kustoms works. His thick Hungarian accent is often the supply of amusement on the store. The present's preliminary govt producers have been History's Zachary Behr and Julian Hobbs, and Leftfield Pictures' Brent Montgomery, David George, and Shawn Witt. The sequence was created by co-executive producer Joel Patterson.

Despite the co-stars' plea to Koker to unfriend Neil, he doesn't have an issue with the friendship. One of the primary differences between Counting Cars and other automobile reveals is that the host bids on vehicles that he would like to own. Considering Koker is an avid car collector, he finds it difficult to decline a possibility to acquire an attractive automotive. Although the present's success has rewarded Koker financially, it has also impeded him from getting bargains when buying cars. In an interview with The Morning Show, Koker mentioned that he has no use for setting-friendly vehicles just like the Toyota Prius because of the lackluster performance of the vehicle.

Since November, he’s been working morning until night time, 5 - 6 days a week, on his wheeling-and-dealing actuality series, “Counting Cars” (9 p.m. Tuesday, History). “You’ve obtained to start with an honest sufficient car that you simply feel you can also make a revenue by the point you’re done with it,” he says. To perceive the reason behind Kevin’s absence from the show, let’s back up for a while and see what the fact television star has been as much as these days. At the tip of September 2020, Kevin Mack, star ofCounting Cars, took to Twitter to share a mild reminder to his fans that the present was airing that night on History channel. However, when fans tuned in to watch the show, they had been surprised not to see him. When he did not seem in the following episodes as properly, followers began to invest whether he had been fired from the show. The automotive and the proprietor are already finalized, before the shoot.

Eventually, he was given his own show, "Counting Cars." The present debuted in 2012 and as of 2020, it was nonetheless going. Over the course of the sequence, Koker has gained a status for impulsively buying vehicles that he likes, and refusing to work on newer model automobiles. Well identified to HISTORY viewers thanks to his frequent appearances on the hits series Pawn Stars, Danny has now leapt into the driver’s seat for his personal show, Counting Cars.

It can be seen in lots of instances that the true supplied money for a car or a motorcycle was a lot greater than what was shown on TV. eisenhower bobblehead of his vehicles have been personalized through the years, particularly his motorcycles. Although his vehicles have appreciated in worth over time, Koker has opted to not promote any of them, though, with every year that passes, he could make increasingly more money by doing so. He has served as a supervisor at Danny's store Count's Kustoms following Scott Jones' departure. By the time Season three of Counting Cars rolled round, Scott was nowhere to be found. This was troubling to viewers, contemplating he was a big half in Count's Kustoms' day-to-day operations. It turns out Scott was changed by Kevin Mack, Danny's finest friend.

Considering that you've put in a tremendous amount of time, effort, and money into the project, letting go of it's tough, regardless of the financial gain. One of the perks that Koker has enjoyed by being on the present is the free promoting that the business has garnered. Fans of the show have observed the abilities that Koker and his team possess and wish to do enterprise with Count's Kustoms. Koker hired Kevin Mack to handle the workshop eleven years ago. Being in a rock band permits Koker to alleviate the strain that comes from owning a number of businesses. That would explain the appearances of famous rock singers on the show.

She even had an novice band of her personal which is what led her to fulfill Danny. Once the couple got married, Korie and her husband grew to become equal partners in Count’s Vamp’d, a bar and grill restaurant famous for its stay rock reveals. Moreover, with Korie being the Director of Entertainment on the establishment, the job of choosing a reside act for the stage falls on her. Still, with her being a music fanatic, Korie has often talked about that she loves her job.

He’s so intent on finding the next gem that when he sees a sizzling rod, buggy or chopper he likes, he’ll do no matter it takes to get it.

“There’s some very cool folks that you’re going to fulfill in season two,” Koker promises.

He has a son named Devin, who has been racing the Legends Car that belongs to Count's Kustoms since he was thirteen.

Danny – It started actually when I was a daily expert on ‘Pawn Stars.’ I was doing that present on a regular basis, and through that time period I was getting so many provides from so many various networks that it was insane. A actually fantastic gentleman by the name of Joel Patterson, who was the original creator of ‘Counting Cars,’ he’s out of New York and he was the producer that kept telling me to ‘sit tight.

But now due to this, I’ve received individuals bringing me the stuff that possibly I would’ve by no means gotten to the touch. But I’ve seen stuff on it in my head, and now I’m having fun getting to do these automobiles that I maybe wouldn’t have gotten to do and I get that creative thought out of my head. The disadvantage is that I fall in love with most of these autos, and most of them have to return to their rightful proprietor or we've to promote it to make a revenue on it. But I do attempt to feed my addiction as typically as I can, and attempt to maintain some stuff, for positive. We were speaking because the car present was loopy, and the quantity of people there have been going nuts. We don’t think about ourselves celebrities, but when folks see celebrities, they shake their hand or get an autograph. They usually are not going to ask ‘what automobile do you drive’, or let you know about their car.

But with Danny’s creativity, there’s so much occurring there, and there are a pair different guys with that . Horny Mike, who’s on the show, and Ryan, who's our painter. Those guys are so gifted, and there’s another guy in Shannon who everyone’s going to see much more of. In the bike tradition, Shannon builds these bikes and it’s unbelievable.

He has additionally appeared as an professional on the Pawn Stars spinoff, American Restoration. In addition to Count's Kustoms, Koker additionally owns Count's Vamp'd Rock Bar and Grill, and Count's Tattoo Company, a tattoo parlor on the Rio All Suite Hotel and Casino, that was previously a partnership with Vince Neil.

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)/ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥! 𝐀𝐔

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞/ 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓.𝟓𝐊

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐒𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬

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Taking the milkshake glasses off the counter and making sure the space was throughly wiped down and sanitized, San's eyes looked up when the familiar midnight blue Nissan sedan, whose model he'd never given a damn to memorize, parked in front of the restaurant, signaling the arrival of the person working the closing shift that day. His heart practically somersaulted when he caught glimpse of the soft, silky [insert color] hair stepping out of the vehicle, the owner such pretty hair owning an equally beautiful face. While his heart pounded, his stomach turned sick when he saw the driver come out as well, going over to where she was, whispering a goodbye in her ear. To anyone passing by, it'd look like a normal couple, a boyfriend bringing his girlfriend to work and giving her a kiss, no doubt promising to pick her up later.

But San knew better.

His eyes always caught on to the way she stepped back slightly, her arm folding across her body when his hand reached out to caress it, his fingers no doubt gripping down harshly on her skin. She didn't kiss him back, she just allowed him to place his lips momentarily on hers before patting her cheek lightly with his palm and soon going back to his vehicle and driving away. He watched her take a deep breath before she felt ready to go inside and start her shift.

"Hey Y/N!" He did his usual friendly and warm way of greeting her, his smiling eyes and dimples putting a genuine smile on her own somber countenance.

"Hi San. How's it been?" She inquired as she punched her number in.

Shrugging his shoulders, he sighed.

"Same as almost every Wednesday. Dead, boring and mostly the regulars or just travelers."

She shook her head, already mentalizing herself that it'd be another day spent cleaning what's already clean and over stocking the merchant just to pass time. She went inside the office to put on her uniform shirt and apron. San in no way ever peeked in to see her cause he was a pervert, he respected her and would never allow himself to think of any inappropriate scenarios involving her. However, he would always sneak a tiny glance every now and then for one particular reason. Tilting his head slightly so he could see through the tiny cracked door, he watched her take off her denim jacket and felt his grip tighten on the glass cup he was currently drying when he spotted some purple blotches on her bicep. He immediately looked away as he did not want to get angry in front of her. He hastily put the cup back in the shelf under the counter, throwing the rag onto the marble counter in a rather aggressive manner.

"Ok San, tell me what needs to be finished."

Coming out in full uniform and hair held up with her usual choice of a colored scrunchie, this day choosing yellow, Y/N looked at her coworker and waited for him to give her a task.

"Nothing really except wait on customers. I already stocked the fridge and pulled out the stuff needed from the freezer."

He was always doing that, doing not only his side workload but also hers, which more often than not had her pouting at him.

"So I'll just be bored to death?" She huffed.

Chuckling, San stepped closer to her, making sure to keep an elbow distance from her, knowing she tended to get apprehensive when someone came to close to her than she was comfortable with.

"Not really. There's plenty of things to amuse yourself with. Besides.......maybe now you won't hurt yourself so much from lifting heavy objects..."

His tone lowered involuntarily at that last part. He knew very well the bruises weren't cause she'd accidentally hit herself on the railings in the back because she lost her balance carrying stuff in and out of the freezer. She herself tensed up a little at his words.

"Oh right......heh.....clumsy me right?" She tried to plaster an unfazed smile on her face, only succeeding about halfway.

Unable to control his movements, San's hand reached out to tuck some of the hair slipping out of her ponytail behind her ear. It hurt him to no end when she flinched slightly at his movement, he could feel her tensing up when his fingers made contact with her temple. As he squinted his eyes, he could make out the uneven patch of concealer and powder on the area close to her hairline, a tiny hue of reddish purple peeking slightly through. She relaxed when he finally retreated his hand.

"Just try to be careful and take care of yourself. I don't like seeing you get hurt."

She probably didn't know, or maybe she did, he was painfully obvious when it came to her, that he meant what he said in more ways than one.

"You too....see you San."

Once more, he held himself back from blurting out everything that was kept in his chest, instead opting for giving her a farewell and going out to the parking lot to get inside his red 1989 Ford f150 and drive over to his friend's house, the bunch of them waiting for him to complete his shift and come over to their place.

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"Aish seriously San, just forget about her. Plenty of fish in the sea." One of the pair of giants told him as he chugged back the remnants in his bottle.

"And you have a lot of fish waiting for you to reel in your rod so they can bite right in." His friend sitting next to him wiggled his eyebrows at him.

"Stop you guys." San pushed the blonde away.

"Mingi and Wooyoung are right though San. You have girls and guys lined up all willing to drop their pants for you at anytime. Lucky bastard." Yunho, the other half of the giant squad chuckled lowly.

"I don't want any of them though... you guys don't understand." San looked down at the floor.

The other blonde haired male in the room, Yeosang, rolled his eyes at him, unable to understand his infatuation for the girl.

"You've been pining for her since high school. When are you going to let her go? She chose and still chooses to this day Lee Taeyong."

Slamming his fist on the table, San angrily looked at him.

"Don't fucking mention that asshole's name near me!"

Everyone grew quiet, the members who were bordering on getting tipsy suddenly sobering completely up as if there was absolutely no drop of alcohol in their system. San was usually a very friendly and sweet person, but he was also sensitive and emotional, and lately he'd manifest it through anger and rage, and it was truly terrifying to them. But they knew he had reasons for lashing out like that. They knew his hatred for Taeyong, not just for being able to score the girl he'd been in love with for ages, San would have stayed content and wholeheartedly happy had she'd been loved and cared for like she deserved to be. But instead, he had to watch as she was constantly belittled and sometimes shoved hardly into the ground, landing her scraped knees or bruised palms. He could only imagine what went on behind closed doors.

"San......you have to accept reality, all of us do whether we like it or not. Her friends aren't blind to what's happening to her. Teacher's at university aren't either, they've all tried approaching her about it.....she won't listen to anyone." Yunho decided to finally say what everyone was thinking.

"She doesn't deserve it! It's toxic and sick!" He cried out in desperation.

"But ultimately it's her choice........ you can't force her to get help or leave if she doesn't want to. She's been with him for years."

Unwilling to hear anymore, San quickly picked up his leather jacket and stormed out the house. He drove the streets like a mad man, his fist hitting the steering wheel every time he stopped at a red light. He would have continued his angry drive back to his place had he not spotted an all too familiar denim jacket walking on the road. Slowing down the truck, he pulled closer to the right side and stopped right in front of the figure trembling in the cold night air.

"Y/N?" He rolled down his window so she wouldn't be startled by some stranger suddenly pulling up next to her.

"Oh! Hey San!" She said through chattering teeth.

"You're walking home all alone?" He could not believe this.

"Uh....yeah! My boyfriend got caught up at work....didn't want to bother him so I'm walking home...it's not that far!" She tried to sound reassuring, but he could see right through her.

"You want a ride?" He offered.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if it'd be a good idea or not.

"Hey it's ok. I'm not going to kidnap you or anything. I'll just drive you straight home. We don't even have to talk if you don't want. Just you, me and some old jams playing on the radio all right?"

Unable to resist that dimple smile that always made her feel fuzzy inside, she allowed him to open the door for her from the inside. After giving him her address, she found he stayed true to his word and just drove in silence the entire time. She was kinda thankful for it. She was tired after her shift, exhausted from walking and from how late it was, and more than anything, she felt like she was going to spill tears any minute if she even got out a single word. She felt worn out, her head resting on the window, eyes opening and closing as tiredness began to overtake her. She only awoke when she felt a light hand caress her cheek. In other circumstances, she would have immediately swatted the hand away and pushed the face near her own as far away as possible. But she didn't do that, she felt strangely safe and protected by the male next to her as he brushed some hair off her face.

"We're here. Safe and sound just like I promised."

Safe.........

For some reason she felt anything but safe as she looked at the house in front of her.

"Thanks San." She smiled weakly at him as she began taking off her seat belt.

"Call me if you ever need a ride. I mean it. I don't want you catching a cold...or-or worse..." He admitted.

"Thank you, really. Good night. I'll see you tomorrow."

She took slow steps to the front door, San didn't drive away until he confirmed she was inside. With a heavy heart, he drove away back to his place, unaware that the girl he dropped off was watching through the peephole his departure, still staying there moments after he had disappeared from sight. She sighed despondently as she dropped her bag onto the floor, slumping her body onto the couch as it was useless to try to go sleep in the bedroom given the pornographic moans and thumping noises coming from inside it. Wouldn't be the first or last time she came home to such sounds. She simply curled up into a fetus position, falling asleep in the usual way:

Tears falling out of the corners of her eyes.

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"What do you mean she's not coming?"

San nervously gulped as his boss told him Y/N's boyfriend called to say she had a little accident and couldn't go in that day. He knew it was bullshit and he was going to find out what really happened. After going to classes the next day, he actively searched around campus for any signs of her or Taeyong. After asking around, a girl motioned to the football field, saying that's where they'd often go to at times. San squinted his eyes as he looked all over for them, finally spotting them near the bleachers. His fist tightened as he watched Taeyong once again put his filthy hands on Y/N, shoving her to the ground, making her land face first, her palms outstretched and scraping against the grass under her. He watched as Taeyong simply walked away, leaving her there, not caring about if she was seriously injured or not. Unable to hide any longer, San sauntered over to her, his arms picking her up from the ground.

"Y/N it's me!"

He didn't mean to shout at her, but having her scream and cover her head protectively gave him no other option. He nearly began crying himself when she lifted her head, her eyes full of fear and panic.

"Oh! It's you San! Sorry for that!"

As she stood up, she began dusting the dirt off, ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle. Faking a smile, she giggled nervously.

"Clumsy me again, tripping on some-"

"Y/N stop lying to yourself. I saw everything."

Her face darkened at his words, her eyes becoming glued to the floor as she avoided his gaze like she did the others. She hated seeing their pitiful stares and shameful eyes, she believed San probably had the same look as well. She couldn't be more wrong as his eyes just looked at her in despair and agony.

"Why? Why do you put up with it? Why do you stay with him? Why do you torture yourself like this?.....

Why do you love him?"

He asked that last question more to himself than her. Y/N crossed her right arm over her chest, her hand clutching her left bicep as she gently massaged the muscle there. San knew it was the same bruised arm he had seen a few days ago, it was probably even more battered up than the last time he saw it.

"I can't......I don't know....."

Seeing her struggling to form words, San opted for gently hovering his hands around her, maneuvering and ushering her to sit on the bleachers without ever laying a single finger on her. Opening his backpack, he took out the mini first aid kit his older friend, Seonghwa, had given him, actually deciding to put it to use for once.

"I'm going to clean these scrapes ok?"

He looked at her and waited til she gave him permission to touch her. She did not flinch away at all when he began wiping off the dirt and blood accumulated on her knee or hands, only momentarily when he applied the disinfectant spray on her wounds.

"Sorry." He apologized.

"It's fine.......I'm used to hurting...." She finally admitted.

He wanted to speak up again, but found it hard to find the right words. He focused on applying ointment on her wounds and bandaging them up nicely.

"How long has he pushed you around?" He needed to know.

"Started 3 months after we became official.....but even before that, he'd often tease me and what not........ it doesn't hurt ....." She lied once more.

"The Y/N I knew never lied even to save her life. Sad how someone like him managed to change that." He finished wrapping the gauze around her knee.

"I haven't changed at-"

"Yes you have." He interrupted once again.

"The Y/N from then was a cheerful, happy ray of sunshine known for her bubbly personality and kindness to others. She loved going out with friends and hated staying indoors for too long. She was always honest and ready to help anyone in need, especially cute abandoned animals, she was a real softie for them."

She chuckled softly at his words, not denying any of it.

"I still am soft for them." She corrected him.

"But you're no longer happy. You're sad, somber and being in pain all because of an asshole who doesn't deserve you.......he doesn't deserve your love."

Although she heard him and wanted to believe his words, her mind blocked out such reasoning.

"But he does love me.......he swears it....every time it happens, he apologizes and promises-"

"It's all lies Y/N! He doesn't love you! If he loved you he wouldn't hurt you physically and emotionally. He wouldn't be the reason why you're only a shell of the person you used to be. He doesn't love you and he'll never love you..."

She let his words sink, trying to digest what he was saying.

"I know because I've loved you for so long and I'd never even think about putting you through half of what he has."

She whipped her head up at his words, seeing the earnest and emotion in his eyes as he finally confessed what was in his heart.

"San......" She was left speechless.

He teared up, scoffing at himself as a dry smile formed on his face.

"You have no idea how much it hurts seeing you be in pain and not able to do anything about it. Having you flinch at my touch when all I want is to comfort and hold you."

Without thinking, he cupped her cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears that began falling down her eyes.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself Y/N. You can't spend the rest of your life living in fear and chained to someone who just wants to make you suffer. You can't allow someone to take away your joy and peace of mind. You shouldn't be afraid to be free and enjoy life. You deserve to be happy and loved."

He used his last bit of self control he had and stopped himself when he leaned his face too close to hers, his nose brushing against hers, expecting her to shiver away from his touch, but instead she seemed to wait for his next move. Knowing he'd never forgive himself for it, he pulled back, leaving her disappointed and himself in agony.

"Please take care..."

Taking off his leather jacket, he placed it on her back, fanning out the sleeves so it'd cover her shoulders. Then he turned around and began walking away from her, shoulders slumped down and heart aching to go back and just take her away for good. But he resolved himself not to. Not until she specifically asked him to.

When Y/N finally got back to her place, Taeyong wasn't there. He was probably spending the night at one of his side chick's place, no doubt getting buzzed and high out of his mind. Her soft bed no longer comforted her, so instead she slid down and sat on the floor, hugging her knees and occasionally running a finger through the fabric of San's jacket. His scent was still on it and every time she inhaled it, it had a soothing and calming effect on her mind and heart that soon helped her tense body relax until she felt sleepy. It took a lot of effort, but she climbed into her bed, not bothering to cover herself with the blanket or change into more comfortable and less confining clothes.

San's jacket was the only comforting thing at that moment......

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Nudging him with his elbow, Yeosang whispered to the male next to him the presence of the girl that was slowly approaching them. Always reacting to anything related to her, San turned his head and smiled softly when he saw Y/N walking up to him.

"Hey." He greeted her.

"Hi.....I came to return this. Thanks for letting me borrow it." She held out his leather jacket, neatly folded and visible clean.

"Oh Y/N, you really didn't need to go that far." San became shy at her gesture, and worried about if she washed it cause he had forgotten to and it disgusted her.

"Don't say that. It's the least I can do for all you've done..."

She looked up at his eyes as she said that, her heart fluttering when he rested his hand on top of hers when he tried to take back his treasured article of clothing, letting it stay there for a moment, his fingers giving her hand a light squeeze. His friend behind him looked back and forth between the both of them, confused by what was going on and internally gagging at their mushy scene.

"I wanted to say thank-"

"Y/N!"

The voice calling out for her roared in her ears, sending her into a panic mode as she pulled away immediately from his physical contact. San noticed the way her body tensed up and her eyes became afraid. His own eyes narrowed at the icy blue haired man strutting up to them, a chilling smile on his manga like visuals.

"Hey baby, I've been looking all over for you. What were you doing?" He asked in a concerning tone, face bearing down on hers rather uncomfortably.

"I- I was j-just giving San back this.." She stammered as she gestured to the jacket in her hand.

Letting out a barely audible scoff, Taeyong gripped the jacket, prying it off her delicate fingers before tossing it back to San.

"Thanks bud."

San glared at him, resisting the urge to throw a punch to his face. Seeing him unresponsive, Taeyong just shrugged and suspiciously wrapped an arm around Y/N.

"Come on babe. Let's go back home."

His fingers dug into her skin, applying very painful pressure to her bruise, an occasional whimper coming out of her mouth as they walked across the football field. San's jaw tightened as he watched Taeyong lean in and whispered something in her ear, no doubt some degrading words judging by the way she cowered beneath him.

"San just let it go." Yeosang's voice said.

"I can't Yeosang. Every time I see him even breathe near her.......I feel like combusting." He grunted in frustration as his friend tried to calm him down.

"Taeyong, please stop. It really hurts." Y/N cried out, her fingers prying his hand off her aching arm.

"Shut up you little bitch. How dare you go talk to that punk? Making me look bad and having me talk to that low life." He cringed in disgust.

"I was only thanking him for lending me-"

"So what? Were you going to lend yourself to him too? Is that what you were going over to him for?"

She instantly shook her head.

"What?! No!"

"Yeah right. I bet you already whored yourself out to him...didn't you?!"

Not caring that there was still people nearby, Taeyong harshly yanked her by her hair before tossing her onto the ground, catching the attention of everyone around, including San and Yeosang.

"Fucking whore." He spat at her.

"Don't." Yeosang held his hand out when he saw San taking a step forward.

"But I can't-"

Yeosang kept an arm around him to keep him in place.

"Don't get involved. You'll only make things worse."

San looked back at the scene, his heart breaking seeing Y/N once again on the floor, trembling like a frightened kitten who had no protection. When she looked up, he saw tears already brimming down her face.

"Get up. We're going home." Taeyong sternly commanded, turning to walk away as usual.

"No."

He stopped dead in his tracks at her refusal.

"Excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

Not knowing how or where she got the strength from, Y/N got up and faced him with determination.

"I've finally had enough."

Both San and Yeosang were shocked at hearing her words, one of them more incredulous than anything and the other proud of her for finally standing up for herself. Taeyong too was put out of sorts seeing her be so bold.

"Haha, real funny baby. Now let's go home." He walked closer to her, reaching out to yank her arm, but she slapped it away.

"No! I told you! I've had it! It's over!" She declared.

Sensing he was really losing his power and control over her, Taeyong lunged at her, fist held up in the air.

"Listen here you-"

Y/N covered her face, stepping back when he came close to her. She opened her eyes and uncovered herself when she felt someone suddenly step in front of her, their hand blocking Taeyong's fist from even approaching her.

"Stay out of this Choi." Taeyong grunted.

"She told you it's over Taeyong."

San easily pushed him away single handedly, making him stumble backwards.

"Now leave and never bother her again."

Not giving up yet, Taeyong looked back at Y/N menacingly.

"And do tell me Y/N? If it's over, where are you going to live now?" He taunted her.

Realizing he was right, she almost felt defeated until San spoke up again.

"She's going to live with me." He firmly answered.

"I fucking knew it. You were being a whore with him."

Unable to hold himself back anymore, San swung hard, fist colliding with Taeyong's face, sending him falling down against the floor. Y/N covered her mouth as she gasped sharply when San picked Taeyong back up from his collar, shaking him fiercely.

"Call her that one more time! I dare you to!" He warned him as he got ready to take another swing.

"San stop!" He felt Yeosang intervene once again, holding his elbow with his hands.

"Yeosang! Just let me-"

"Stop for Y/N's sake, she's already seen and lived enough violence, I really don't think she needs to see any more." Yeosang tilted his head to the Y/N who had already began backing as far away as possible.

Realizing his friend was right, San begrudgingly let go of his most hated rival.

"Try to come near her again and I will end you."

With those final words, he went over to where Y/N was, his face softening up when he looked at her. He held out his hand to her and waited for her response. He felt happy when she finally reached out and allowed him to guide her out to the parking lot, and thankful that he decided to park somewhere where there weren't a lot of people.

"You all right?" He finally spoke up when they were finally inside his truck

"Uh...yeah...actually...I'm fine.... can you believe I actually did it?"

Although she sounded enthusiastic, he heard the crack in her voice and her nervous laughter wasn't helping her case. Instead of turning the car on, he shifted to his right to look at her. He watched as the smile left her face, her fidgeting hands suddenly shake uncontrollably and her laughter suddenly turned to her hyperventilating. Knowing what was happening, San immediately pulled her into an embrace for the very first time in his life, holding her tightly, hands running through her hair as she began breaking down, sobbing violently, finally releasing all the pent up pain and suffering she had been bottling up for years.

San himself wanted to cry, but he didn't for her sake. He just let her cry her eyes out. It took a little over 10 minutes, but finally she started to calm down.

"Thank you....for everything."

Kissing her forehead, he poked her nose and smiled at her.

"Don't mention it. Let's get you somewhere warm now."

He made sure to play soothing music for her on the ride to his house. He noticed how once again she was drifting off to sleep and simply allowed her rest, knowing she was probably exhausted not only from crying so much but also from standing up to her abusive ex boyfriend moments ago. That certainly took a lot of energy and strength from her part and he was proud of her.

It was already dark when they got home, the brooding and cloudy day shortening the daylight and making it night at such an early hour. San gently picked up Y/N and got her out of the car, carrying her sleeping figure bridal style inside his house. It was small, but at least it was cozy and would be safe for her. Peeling back the covers from his bed, he carefully laid her down on it before tucking her in. When he made sure she'd be comfortable, he turned to leave the room, deciding it'd be better for him to sleep on the couch, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or have her freak out. He barely got to the door when he heard a tiny and hushed whisper of his name.

"San?"

He immediately looked over to see what she needed.

"Could.....could you please sleep by my side?.... I'd feel more safe that way..."

She didn't want to admit it right then, but it had been so long since she'd slept in someone's arms and she really craved physical affection from him. Happy to oblige, San went over and got into bed with her.

"Are you going to be ok if I wrap my arm around you?" He asked for permission first.

"Please just hold me." She begged as she cuddled up next to him, her face burying inside his chest.

He wasted no time in throwing his arm around her, his delicate fingers drawing soothing circles on her arm.

"Don't be afraid. You're safe now and you're going to be all right. I'm here and I'll protect you."

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More than a year passed. It was a long and arduous process. At first Y/N didn't want to go through it, but San kept insisting she get therapy. After promising to accompany her and staying by her, she finally gave up and started seeing a psychologist. It wasn't easy, for neither of them. It was painful for her to finally speak up about all the abuse she endured for years and it was equally torturous for San to hear the rest of the untold story. It truly sickened him that one day he nearly busted Taeyong's face when he met him outside the school, but was ultimately held back once more by one of his friends. Besides his main priority was helping Y/N, helping her to properly function again and to bring a little more joy into her life, even going out to adopt a cat for her, naming her Byeol. She became their cute little baby, even if she was a total, well, cat at times and didn't want to cuddle.

"That's ok. I know a cat willing to cuddle me." Y/N chuckled.

San looked around confused.

"Wait! You got another cat? Where is- Oh! You meant me." He blushed hard when she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body next to his as she snuggled next to him on the couch.

San did not hope for and did not expect Y/N to ever return his feelings, he was satisfied with her just being out of that horrible situation and being able to help her. Never did he dream she'd ever accept to be his and especially not ever cross his mind that he'd ever be able to actually claim her as his own.

But here she was, looking so beautiful underneath his body, wearing nothing but his leather jacket as he rolled his hips against hers. His fingers were laced with hers as his lips pulled apart from hers so he could look at her.

"Fuck...you're so damn pretty."

He leaned back in to place open mouth kisses on her jaw that traveled down to her neck. Although he nibbled occasionally, he made sure not to leave any marks on her soft and delicate skin.

"San...." She breathed out heavily, her hands breaking from his grasp to run through his black hair, paying close attention to the faded green streaks near his bangs.

"Oh god- please repeat that a little more." He groaned, loving the way she called out his name with such lust.

One of his hands traveled down her sides to cup one of her thighs, lifting her leg so he could hit deeper inside her. Feeling him at a whole new angle had Y/N gripping his muscly arms, her panting now becoming more erratic as she began clenching around him.

"San-" She called out again.

He chuckled slightly, hips snapping up to thrust just a little harder in her.

"Go ahead beautiful. Cum all over me, I want to feel you."

Hearing his low and suddenly husky voice urging her on, she let out a tiny whimper, her legs wrapping around his waist, using it as leverage to ride out her high. Her nails raked themselves into his back, her body pressed as close as it could be against his.

"Oh my god!" He gasped out as he twitched inside of her, his cum coating her walls, leaving her feeling full and complete.

He collapsed on top of her, his labored breathing occasionally resulting in a little choke as he tried to compose himself. When he finally came to, he brushed his lips against her temple.

"I love you so much."

She smiled at him as he adjusted the jacket that enveloped her, a real genuine smile.

"I love you too Sannie."

Giving her a tiny peck, he began sliding the jacket off.

"Let's get you out of this. It's probably too hot to be wearing it anymore."

She huffed and pouted.

"Baby no. I love wearing it. It feels like it's hugging me." She grabbed it and wrapped it around her more tightly.

"You know what else wants to hug you? My arms. So take off the jacket and let me snuggle you love."

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

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Vampire Chris and jake get stranded in the middle of nowhere one night. Maybe a car crash or something. As they walk back the sun starts to rise.

CW: Car crash, bruising, seatbelt burn, vampire whumpee, caretaker turned whumpee

The moment of the crash is gone.

He opens his eyes to the aftermath.

Jake blinks, the world spinning, and his head drops back against the headrest of the driver's seat. The world is still lurching, sickeningly, in circles around him. Something is ticking, the engine maybe, slowly cooling down and shit, at least it's not on fire.

The air bag has a smear of terrible vibrant red against its pillowy white as it slowly deflates, and all he can do is stare at it until he realizes the blood must be his own.

One hand comes up to touch at his forehead, and his fingers come away wet and red, too. What he'd thought was sweat is a head wound, bleeding down one side, tickling his cheekbone and jaw. It stings, a little.

The pain seems distant, somehow, like it's being held at arm's length. As if he's looking at his pain from a distance further than he can close.

"Ch-... Chris, you okay, buddy?" He turns, and the passenger seat is empty. The air bag deployed on that side, but there's no blood.

The door is standing open, dome light still on. It takes a long few moments of staring before he can understand that the door is open because Chris forced it open, closed his hands on the metal and squeezed until it bent beneath his strength and let him out.

Jake's body aches as he shifts forwards, fumbling to unbuckle his seatbelt. All the pain is filtering into his senses, piece by piece as if he can only understand a wound once he sees it.

He can't remember the crash.

They were at a four-way stop, listening to some of the terrible pop music Chris loves about the modern world, and Jake had pulled through. They were laughing at some lyric that Jake had had to explain, that had made the little vampire boy flush a little at the definition.

Then there were headlights blinding him, overtaking everything. Chris had yelled something and Jake had yelled something and then-

The moment is gone.

So is the entire back half of his car.

He turns around with a hiss to stare right out a giant gaping hole where his backseat should be into the cool, clear night.

Parts of his car are strewn haphazardly across the road and the grassy ditch he's come to a stop in. As he looks, he can see the frame of a door, crumbled metal that must be his trunk, a tire. Another tire. The bumper on the ground. Glass and metal everywhere.

The stop signs at the fourway are all standing totally untouched, except for one bent at a hard angle, leaning like a man fighting a strong wind.

The sweater he'd been wearing when he got in the car - removed and tossed carelessly in the backseat to pick up later - is hanging off the bent stop sign.

It's fucking spotlessly clean still.

He blinks.

Blinks some more.

What the fuck?

He'd driven Chris up into the hills to go star-gazing, making the most of Chris's bubbly energy that only comes out at night and his classes being canceled tomorrow because of some issue with the campus water supply. This is countryside up here, with houses miles and miles apart. Remnants of old orchards and homesteads, still kept by the descendants of the men and women who traveled out here. Nobody drives out this way this late. It could be morning before someone finds him.

His phone. He can call for help.

Jake looks around, but his phone is nowhere to be seen. He digs around the footwell, what he can touch of it, and there's nothing. Nothing nothing nothing.

His windshield is shattered, open to the outside, and he wonders if his phone flew out of it. It was on the dash, wasn't it? On Chris's side...

Shit.

It could be anywhere in the grass, and he's a fucking moron who keeps his phone on silent or vibrate 24 hours a day. He'll never hear it out here.

First things first, then.

He settles for trying to open his door.

It's been crunched, just a little. Enough that it won't swing out, and he has to throw his shoulder against it, grunting in pain, again and again until finally it nudges just enough for him to fall onto shattered tiny squares of safety glass on the ground. A water bottle is lying there. It's Dasani.

He hates Dasani water, but it'd been free at the gas station they'd stopped at if he bought a bag of chips, so...

Oh, right. His car is full of fucking gasoline.

He groans, scrambling away from the vehicle, trying to remember what a safe distance will be if his car catches on fire or fucking explodes in the middle of the night. At least if it explodes it'll get someone's attention, right?

Shit, he's going to throw up.

Jake lays there, waiting for his stomach to settle, and then crawls again. He makes it up to the road, to the rough asphalt and the gravel that lines the side. The little pebbles sting his palms, rub dirt and dust into the cuts, but he ignores it.

He makes it to the road, twenty feet or so from his car, and then... then he just lays down.

"Chris..." He can barely think. Where has the little vampire gone? Why isn't he here, creeping out of the treeline to ask if Jake's all right? Did he run? Maybe he has Jake's phone. Maybe there was no signal and he's gone to try and find some, to make a call.

Maybe...

Fuck, it hurts to think.

Even just taking a deep breath hurts - something's wrong with his ribs. Bruised or broken. When he pulls his shirt up, he can see the seatbelt burn starting to deepen in color, a diagonal stripe from shoulder to hip written in bright red darkening to burgundy bruising, soon to turn purple and black. If he hadn't been wearing a heavy shirt it'd have torn his skin open. One side of his neck is rubbed raw, he can tell when he touches it and has to pull his fingers away at the spike of pain.

There are spots of dark on his pale shirt, blood seeping through or dripping from his forehead.

But, shit. It could be worse. Looking at the back half of his car, it seems like a goddamn miracle that it isn't.

Jake pulls his legs under him and tries to stand up.

His right leg just won't fucking do it.

Rather than take his weight, it buckles with a spike of pain so bad Jake cries out and collapses back onto the road.

As if it were a dam breaking, all the adrenaline holding off the worst of the pain seems to wear away at once.

Everything hurts, suddenly, a sickening wash of pain breaking against him like he's nothing but a shell to be worn to sand. He aches when he breathes, when he doesn't. A cough makes him whimper as his ribs creak and crack. His head throbs, his hands sting, his leg is swelling even as he looks at it, a broken bone. Definitely a broken bone.

"Jesus Christ," He groans, rolling onto his side, his face pressing into gravel and safety glass.

Nat won't notice they're not home until morning.

No one's going to know he's out here until after sunrise, until he's not up to get ready for class and Chris isn't curled up in the closet to sleep in his nest of blankets and pillows. No one's going to know what happened, and where the everloving fuck did his phone go?

Time passes. He doesn't know how much.

Maybe Chris figured they can't protect him and took the fuck off. Maybe he's going to find somewhere new to crash, some new people to care for him. Maybe he's hunting.

Who the fuck knows?

He comes and goes, in and out of consciousness.

He can't stand, and sort of scooting and crawling around does nothing to help him figure out where his cell phone has gone. No one else drives by on this mostly-abandoned country road, and it was a stroke of seriously bad luck the asshole who hit them and ran was there at all.

Asshole was probably drunk, driving back from the bar, trying to use the backroads to avoid the goddamn cops.

Bad. Fucking. Luck.

Jake wonders if the asshole will even remember hitting his car in the morning, or if he'll wake up and discover the front of his vehicle all fucked up and have no idea how it happened.

He thinks he might pass clean out for a while.

That can't be good.

His head hurts worse when he wakes up.

He raises his head slowly at the sound of a distant rumble, an ancient truck engine coming closer. It takes more effort than he ever imagined just to get himself up to sitting, ready to wave down whoever it is - whatever fucking angel is on this road at what has to be 3 or 4 in the morning by now.

"Please," He whispers, dry lips scraping against each other. "Please, please don't run m'over... please..."

Headlights wash over the scene of the crash, fading everything to nearly black-and-white. Jake raises a hand to shield his eyes, blinking rapidly, as the blue-and-white Ford comes to an idling stop.

A door swings open with a creak and then slams shut again, boots crunching on the glass and debris on the road. Jake raises his eyes to see an old man in worn jeans and a grayish t-shirt staring down at him. "Well, I'll be damned," The man says, his voice low, a little rough around the edges. His hair's dark, but speckled with silver that's visible even in the night air. "You all right, son?"

Jake slowly looks back at his wrecked, ruined car, then back up at the man. "I'm pretty clearly not," He answers, then winces at his rudeness. "Sorry. I mean... no."

"That's all right. We all of us get a little more honest when we're bleeding from the skull. I'm gonna bet you aren't a natural brunette and I'm looking at a big old ton of blood there. What happened?"

"Guy ran the stop sign, hit me... drove off."

"Well, damn. What're you doin' up this way this late at night?"

"Would you... y'believe me if I said... star-gazin'?"

The man chuckles, but it's a low sound, and he moves closer. He pulls a heavy old cell phone out of his pocket - one of those goddamn flip phones that never dies or gets destroyed. It's like Captain Fucking America. Jake has to hold back a half-hysterical laugh.

"Hm, I might. It happens from time to time. Y'didn't come with a young lady, did you?" The man looks over the scene of the crash, searching for more people.

"No, no... just... jus'... I'm just here." He thinks of Chris, the open passenger door, the total lack of a vampire nearby. Is he hiding in the woods? If he's seen, or found out, he'll be hauled back off to be locked up somewhere, milked for venom for pharmaceutical drugs, treated like an animal. They can't admit he was here, he can't be seen. He must be hiding.

That's it.

Chris must just be hiding...

"Please, man, I-I can't find my phone to call for help-"

"I got you, son. I'll make the call. Likely your phone's just buried in the grass somewhere, we'll figure it out. You stay put right where you are, you don't want to move around and make any of it worse."

"Yes, sir." Jake stays where he is while the old man makes the call to 911, feeding him details when he asks, staring off into space when he doesn't.

They can pick Chris up when he and Nat come to get his stuff from the wreck tomorrow. They'll get him then. It'll be fine.

It'll be fine.

The old man hangs up and heads back to his truck, pulling out a battered old first aid kit. "You're lucky I believe in ghosts, you know."

"What? Why? Am I dead?" Jake looks down at his hands. They're scratched and bleeding, and he's pretty sure dead people don't bleed like that.

"No, son, no. But I wouldn't be out here if I didn't."

Jake blinks. "I... I don't follow."

"Well, had a little ghost show up at my bedroom window and refuse to shut up until I drove out here. Redheaded boy. Kept calling for a medic. Felt like I was back in the war for a minute before I realized it was him."

"Which... which war?"

The man fixes him with a stare as he crouches, old knees cracking as he does, in front of Jake. He opens the box and takes out some gauze and adhesive, antibiotic cream, something else Jake doesn't recognize. "You need medics in every kind of war there is, son. It doesn't matter which one. I've fought in two. But this boy called for a medic like he's seen the need for 'em before and didn't have time to save someone. Some kind of old ghost walkin' these roads saw you and made sure I knew."

Jake exhales, almost a laugh, and feels tears burn hot in his eyes. He realizes he's going to cry from sheer relief and exhaustion and pain, and he's not sure he can stop.

A ghost in the window means...

Chris left and ran for help.

"Thank you," he whispers, and he's not really talking to the old man at all.

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gyllenhaalstories · 3 years

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CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS — SUGAR DADDY!ZEMO

summary: a series of unfortunate (or fortunate, depending whose side you’re on) events brought you to mandripoor seven years ago. it was fun, dangerous and exciting for the most part. a lot has changed, but you are back in high town in the hope of purchasing a rare monet painting, and reuniting with an old flame.

warnings: tfatws spoilers, alcohol, established sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship, smut (daddy kink, dom/sub/switch dynamics, choking, hair pulling, blowjob, fingering, both degradation and praise kinks, spit kink, cum play, marking, unprotected sex). 18+ MINORS DON’T INTERACT.

word count: 2685

gif credit: pedropcl

notes: this (very long) fic is brought to you by zemo’s #1 hoe. for the sake of the fic, zemo’s daughter and wife have never existed. i get it zemo is the bad guy daniel is not your typical hottie but let me live my fantasy and reclaim my crown as the original zemo fan. listen to off to the races by lana del rey and let no man steal your thyme by the pentangle if you want to fibe with me! i hope you guys will enjoy it!!! <3

“If you keep staring at me like this, I’ll mistake you for the Mona Lisa.” You took the last sip from your glass, which was immediately filled by the man standing behind you. You had felt his familiar presence a long time ago, but you were too mesmerized by the rare painting trapped in a cage of glass to bother notifying him. “Your glance has followed me around the room. In other circumstances, I’d find it creepy. Now, it’s just very flattering.”

You heard him laugh through his nose. You saw his reflecting in the glass, lit up by flashing blue and pink lights and vibrating ever so slightly to the sound of the loud music.

“You’re like a Monet painting. From afar, you are clear as cristal and easy to read like an open book. From up close...” You marked a pause and stoodby straight. Your eyes never leaving the work of art you had been scrutinizing for the past hour. Water Lilies in Bloom, it was called, an incorrect translation that always brought a grin to your lips. “You are a mystery.” You swallowed thickly the bubbly liquid, recognizing the peculiar taste of champagne.

“It is arrogant but right to think of myself as the pure definition of mysterious.”

You chuckled, throwing your head back in disbelief. Some things never changed.

“After all these years... I managed to find my way back to you. Now that’s a mystery.”

You turned on your heels as you spoke. “Is it, though? Tell me, Daddy. Is it really that hard to believe you’d recognize your property even after all these years. I heard they put you in a pretty little cage. Didn’t have much else to think about than what you missed most?”

He took you in, just how ethereal you looked under the colourful neon lights. You had your arms pressed against your chest, the shiny material of your matching bracelet and necklace twinkled. He squinted slightly, his lips curled into a smirk while he looked down your body, the one thing that kept him sane after all these years in jail (that and the thought of destroying symbols like super soldiers and make the world a better place once and for all). “Nice dress.”

“My Sugar Daddy got it for me.” You did a twirl, showing off your outfit innocently. “You like it?”

He reached up to his neck and pulled on the collar of his purple sweater, like it was a tie he could loosen up. “So you received everything I sent you.”

You clicked your tongue. “Not everything...” Your head turned to look behind you, where your most priced possession was glowing in its full glory — soon to-be yours, you should say.

“Use your words, Princess. Say it and it’s yours.”

It was your turn to analyze him, to take every ounce of cockiness and pride. “You’re playing with fire.” You walked closer to him, erasing the distance but increasing the tension between the two of you. “All the money in the world won’t get you everything you want.”

He was quick to move, his soldiers instincts never left his body, clearly. His delicate hand wrapped around your throat so effortlessly. It tightened, forcing you to manage your breathing. “Money got me everything I wanted already.”

“What is it, Daddy? What is it that you want so badly?” You clenched your jaw, holding his glance which was filled with lust, instead of rage and grudges.

“You never looked so beautiful.” He leaned closer too, whispering the words to your ear. It was liked the loud club music turned into white noise. He could not care less about the stares and the words strangers exchanged as they witnessed the scene. High Town was not his playground.

But you were his plaything.

*~*~*

History repeated itself, in one way or another. Icons rose and fell. Symbols mattered and vanished into oblivion. Originality turned into plagiarism. Winners would lose it all, losers would dig their graves deeper into the abyss.

History repeated itself. The sight before your eyes was the same one as seven years ago, when all that was on this man’s life before meeting you was this stupid Mission Report of December 16 1991. You met him at a party like this, in High Town before he was banned from the land. He caught your attention doing his ridiculous dance moves, sharing his knowledge about the art pieces showcased around the room. Then he brought you to a hotel, the ones so fancy they had multiple rooms and a vintage record player as part of the decor. Only, it worked, and he put on his favourite Édith Piaf records. Rien de Rien, Le Petit Homme, La Vie en Rose, song after song, you were diving deeper in your memories.. He was popping yet another bottle of champagne open and pouring some in flutes you would never touch for the rest of the night. The same night, seven years ago, it changed your life. At the second you regretted setting foot in Mandripoor, he changed your mind and gave you the best months of your life. You would ride around Europe in vintage cars, dine in gigantic mansions you called castles. You admired the old paintings of his royal family members while he brought you a silk bathrobe to change into after a steamy shower.

You’d get lost in your thoughts, he’d get lost in his ambitions. You two were one and the same, in one way or another. That affirmation sent shivers down your spine. You could not tell if it was a good or a bad thing, a shy voice in your head was reassuring you it was the former.

“They call me Baron again, I guess I’m not doing too bad after all.” His voice snapped you back to reality. He was still wearing that obnoxious trench coat. You hated it, it made him look like a pimp. Although that was not too far from the truth, as the mountain of luxurious jewelry and clothes in your closet proved.

“Do you like being back here?”

“I love it here.” The emphasis on the last word was audible. You nodded in agreement. This place was heaven on Earth for some people, hell for others. For both you and Zemo, it was somewhere in between.

“You’re certainly not here for me.” You laughed, setting the still full glass on the nightstand.

He shook his head, mouthing a negative response.

“What is it, this time? Mission report February 32?”

“Something like that.” He answered, after another silent laugh.

“If only you had made me your mission, your life would have been easier.”

“Yours would have been, too.”

You shrugged. You agreed, but you did not need to say it. He knew. The two of you knew that this warmth washing over your bodies was the answer to all of your problems. Yet, you were fighting the urge to surrender and give in.

History always repeated itself.

All it took was for him to set his hand on your exposed knee. You got flashbacks of the numerous times his hand rested there while you two drove deeper in the country side, in some old Chevrolet, Ford, or any other European brands he could find and buy.

“Say it, Princess. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You swallowed thickly and fell on your knees. He sat straight, as straight as he could on the comfortable mattress, and spread his legs wider. “I want to go back in time.”

He leaned foward and you opened your mouth, your tongue poking out. He spit in your mouth, and you swallowed. The giggle that followed your actions sent blood to his hardening cock. “Just as eager as I remembered, right? You’d do anything to please me.”

“I’d do anything for you, Daddy.” You repeated, the confession left you breathless.

“That’s my good girl.” He brushed your hair with so much tenderness for a moment, you let out a content moan. He changed the mood real quick when he pushed your head closer to his crotch and unbuckled his belt at lightning’s speed.

Your mouth was watering at the sight, a sight that was tattooed in your memory forever. Whatever relationship you two had went beyond fancy presents and sex, it was a connection that tickled your souls and left you a different woman than when it first started. You wasted no time, stroking him a few times as you spit on his blushing tip. You smeared the spit over his sensitive spot and pulled the sweetest moans out of him, which grew louder and more intense when you finally wrapped your lips around his head.

No one compared to you, to your attention to details, to the way you were taking him all in, inches by inches like you were made for his cock and his cock only. No one compared to how blissful you looked pulling back, choking on your own saliva and the lack of oxygen. “You look so beautiful, Babygirl.”

His praise made you bat your eyes, hoping to receive more compliments. You flattened your tongue, licking him from the base to the top before you deep throated his cock again. You never left him untouched, your hands were massaging his walls or exploring his thick thighs while your mouth almost brought him to the edge.

That was when he pulled on your hair and demanded you went back up on your feet. “I bet you’re soaked. All you need is to see a cock to wet your panties.” You nodded as one hand reached up to cup your face, the other to cup your core from under your dress. He could felt the ever growing wet patch. He discarded of your panties in one effortless pull and pressed his pointer and middle fingers against your sensitive clit. He circled it, studying your reaction.

“Daddy...” You breathed out. “I need you.”

“I’m proud of you for using your words,” his finger slipped inside of your entrance, you moaned out his name. “So greedy and needy and easy for me, like the good whore that you are. Is that right? You’re Daddy’s perfect little whore?”

He was two fingers in, all the way to the last knuckles. He pumped in and out of you slowly yet roughly. You smirked when he finally touched that spongy spot inside of you. “I’m Daddy’s. I’ll always belong to Daddy.”

“That’s right.”

He brushed his thumb over your clit, his fingers stopped fucking your hole to abuse the bundle of nerves until tears started to pool in your eyes.

“Be a good baby.” You looked at him with doe eyes, sucking his thumb between your plump lips. “Do what I want.”

And you reached your high. You had nothing to hold you up, except for your shaky legs that threatened to give in under your weight and the intensity of your orgasm. You sucked on his thumb harder, hoping to quiet some of your moans but your screams escaped your parted lips.

In a blink of an eye, you were pushed against the bed and bounced against the body that blocked your every movement. His pants were nowhere to be found, just like the rest of your respective clothes. Your finger tips brushed over the skin of his shaven cheeks, down to his neck and chest. The intimacy, you had craved it all these years.

“I bet that sweet cunt of yours missed my cock.” He spoke, chuckling mockingly when he pushed himself in your stretched hole. You both let out a long moan of satisfaction. He rested inside of you, adjusting to your warmth and tightness. “I was right.”

“You’re always right.” You flattered his ego, and earned a sloppy kiss in return.

His lips moved down to your neck where he sucked hickeys and left small bite marks as he picked up the pace of his hips.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, hoping to bring him that much closer, and deeper, into you.

Zemo pinned your wrists above your head and pumped his cock inside of your tight pussy like his life depended on it. “So fucking wet for me, gonna make me cum, Baby.” He had tried so hard to hold back, not to mark you and claim you again.

“Wait for me.” You begged him, and he brought one hand down to your neck again. He squeezed it, choking you deliciously until your eyes rolled inwards. He tightened his grip ever so slightly and he felt it, he felt the way your walls fluttered around him.

He thrusted inside of you, his hips snapped against yours and the sound of your skin slapping echoed in the bedroom. “Cum for me, Princess. Cum with Daddy.”

And you did, your body exploded in fireworks when you felt his release planted inside of you. He kept moving, rocking back and forth. He leaned back, leaving your neck to rub your clit once again. He was a moaning mess, the overstimulation made it almost painful to keep going but he did not want it to stop, not until...

“Fuck, Daddy!” And a second wave of pleasure hit you hard, it left you panting and shaking even more than before.

Zemo had to pull away quickly, and already missed the feeling of being inside of you.

Your fingers reached between your bodies, dipping into your folds and moving up to your lips as they were covered in his seed. You painted your lips with his white cum, before you licked them and your fingers clean as he watched, completely amazed and mesmerized. “Taste just as good as I remembered.”

He laughed, he was always one step ahead of everything and everyone, but you always managed to take him by surprise. You were just that great, that perfect. He rolled to the side and fell heavily on the bed. His skin was glistening under the light of the chandeliers from the thin layer of sweat.

You pressed your legs together, clenching around nothing. You hoped you could keep his load inside of you, as a proof this had really happened and it was not just one of your daydreams where you two would be reunited.

“I missed this.” You boke the silence with a small voice. Your fingers brushed over the bruises on your neck, and you hissed at the sensitive skin.

He turned on his side, worried for a second that he went too hard on you. The smile and joy on your face proved him otherwise. “I missed you, Princess.”

“I missed you so much, Daddy.”

*~*~*

The sun hurt your eyes, he noticed. He slipped out of the bed to pull on the curtains only to hurry back to you so you could lay your head on his chest. You were still wearing your bracelet, he started playing with it.

His mind was racing, just like his heart. You could feel it rumble in his chest like a loud engine. Something was bothering him.

“Oh, Zemo...” You caressed his cheek, looking up to study his features. “You can fool the smartest people in the world, but you’ll never be able to lie to me.”

“I’m coming home, Baby. I’m coming home now.”

You looked down again, taking a moment to answer. “Let me guess, you’ll take me to a fancy house like Rebecca’s Manderley and Jane Eyre’s manor at the Rochester’s. You’ll show me around, make me feel like I belong. And you’ll leave, high and dry. Again. All the money and presents from your people won’t erase the pain I felt. Not this time, not ever.”

He pressed his thin lips together. Pain, suffering, he was used to it. He had his fair share of it, caused even more to other people. The thought of hurting you, however, was unbearable.

“Every kingdom needs its king...” He paused and moved you, so you were resting on your elbows and your face was closer to his. “And an even greater queen.”

#baron zemo #helmut zemo #marvel imagine #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws spoilers #tfatws #one shot: champagne problems

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GF - Stars Aren’t the Only Things That Glitter

A Drifting Stars AU short, collaborating with @clownwry.

2nd, 3rd, 4th.

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“Grunkle Ford, look out!”

“Mabel, stay back!”

BANG!

“Mabel… MABEL! HOLD ON! I’M COMING! MABEL!”

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Mabel looked at the blazing fire, trying to pretend to ignore her great-uncles muttering so she might pick up a swear word, be it alien or English was perfectly fine by her. Mabel didn’t pick up any swears, but she did hear the words “reckless” and “irresponsible” and “inconceivable”. The Listening Game did a fair job of distracting her from the pain on her arm and shoulder. Except when Grunkle Ford’s bandages were a little too tight and she would wince at the friction on her burn.

Still muttering through his teeth, his eye glued to the injury through his single-cracked glasses, he did it again, pulling on the bandage a little too hard, this time making Mabel accidentally let am “ouch!” slip past her lips. Ford looked up at her and his expression grew softer and more nurturing. “I’m sorry, my dear, but really, you shouldn’t have done that.”

“They were gonna shoot you…”

“I don’t care.” Ford said firmly. “If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to hide, you hide. If I tell you to save yourself and leave me behind, you do so.”

“No.”

The nomadic scientist blinked, slightly surprised by her stubbornness. Only slightly surprised, because she is a Pines, after all. But she is a good kid and in the month they had been traveling the Multiverse, she had never outright defied him like this. “Excuse me?” He wasn’t even stern or angry; he was too surprised (and maybe even a little proud) to properly scold her anymore.

“No. That’s stupid.” Mabel answered, her little cheeks puffed up in determination, her eyes sparkling with the reflection of the fire, a flame of her own in the windows to her soul. “I’ll never leave you behind. We’re a family, we gotta stick together if we’re gonna survive and get home. We need each other. Besides, if the tables were turned, would you leave me behind?”

“That’s an entirely different matter.” Ford said with a small smile on his ruffed-up face; he resumed his work on the burn more gently now and finished wrapping it up, securing the bandage. “I’m old, I’ve lived my life. You take priority.”

“I don’t care.” Mabel said, copying Ford’s exact tone and voice from earlier. The grown man snorted with amusement.

Ford decided to put this little argument on hold, seeing how there was no changing Mabel’s mind right now. And he didn’t want to spend the entire evening rebuking her. “You did do a very good job disarming those hunters. I’m very proud of you.”

Mabel sat up a little straighter and smiled up at Ford. “Thank you.”

Ford smiled at her and stood, moving to his large backpack to fish out the things for tea and dinner, though it would probably only be dried meat and oats. “I’m just glad you’re okay, pumpkin.”

Mabel’s eyes widened as her world was put on pause. She felt like she was being sucked into a time vortex, transported into a memory.

Grunkle Stan was dusting some zombie parts off of his armchair when Mabel was walking by, leaving the kitchen after giving Soos his cure for zombification. Stan noticed that Mabel looked very tired. He smiled at her from her seat, and Mabel ran up to him and climbed into his lap for a big hug.

“Hey, you alright?” Stan asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine. I’m just glad you’re okay, pumpkin.” And he gave her a secure squeeze and Mabel happily hugged him back.

Mabel was shoved back into reality, accompanied by a sinking feeling of loss. She missed Grunkle Stan. She missed Dipper. She missed Waddles, and Soos, and Wendy, and the Shack, and Oregon, and California, and Mom and Dad…

Ford turned back to the fire with a kettle and wire-spider in hand, ready to ask Mabel to fetch some water (she always enjoyed being of assistance), but he stopped when he saw her crying with her eyes shut and wiping her cheeks dry with her wrists. Ford was immediately halted and his priorities shifted drastically. Nothing mattered at this moment but making her feel better.

He was swift. Ford scooped up some water from the clean stream into the kettle, then used the wire-spider to hold the kettle over the fire. Giving the water plenty of time to heat up and steam, Ford gently picked Mabel up from her seat on the log, only to hold her close and let her wrap her arms around his neck. He didn’t say a word, being a social-cripple and having no idea what he could say that would make her feel better, so he stayed silent and was simply there for her.

And really, that was all Mabel needed.

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The next morning the two humans were lucky to come across a small rustic town in the woods, reminding Ford of the small Tennessee-town Fiddleford grew up in. Except of course there were no humans, but blue-skinned elves with pointy years and the occasional centaur.

Ford had stolen a bit of money from a hunter yesterday, which meant they got to restock on supplies and even buy a cheap breakfast at an outside cafe. Sitting at a table under an umbrella, Ford was going over his plan with Mabel while she munched on her sweetly-cooked purple apples tossed in spices and sugar.

“... so once we reach this cavern here, we’ll reach a very interesting town called Flush Valley. I’ve heard it specializes in building mechanical limbs and prosthetics, but it’s surrounded by rich minerals perfect for building, so we can find what we need easily here. There may even be a day-by-day job I can get to earn a bit of money for food and shelter.”

“I can work, too! Daddy always said I was like a French horse!” Mabel added in excitedly.

Ford chuckled. “We’ll see. I would feel more comfortable if you were working so I could keep an eye on you. Moving on,” The old scientist sipped his strange alien coffee, but it contained caffeine and somewhat resembled his home dimension’s coffee taste, so he drank it. “The way there could be crawling with scavengers. A lot of people come to Flush Valley just barely hanging on by a thread, easy targets for hunting and stealing food and supplies. So we need to keep our guard up for the next two days.”

“Okay.” Mabel said, as nonchalantly as if Ford told her to remember to add milk to a grocery list.

Ford gave her a firmer look and added, “So, if we think we’re being followed, what do we do?”

“We pretend we don’t know and we keep walking calmly.” Mabel replied. “We keep our eyes open for a way to lose them, and where the sneaky-peaky spies are.”

“Very good.” Ford smiled at her. “If we decide to try to lose them, what do we do?”

“Run as fast as we can. If I can’t catch up I get on your shoulders and focus on making them go away, while you get us away.”

“Yes, excellent. What do we do if we decide to confront them?”

“I grab by sling-shot and exploding rocks and hit as many guys as I can. I aim for the knees or feet so they fall and can’t shoot us. Oh, and we stand with our backs to each other so we see everything, together.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself. Now, if we are surrounded and I find a way to escape, what do you do?”

“Make sure you go in so you can lead the way!” Mabel answered with a grin.

“N-No, honey.” Ford said gently with a smile, as if informing a kindergartner that 1+1=2, not 11. “If I find a way to escape, you go first…”

“No,” Mabel said, still smiling as she shook her head. “You go first so I can make sure you’re coming.”

Ford sighed and took another sip of his drink. “Okay, if I tell you to run, you…”

“I grab your hand and run with you, making sure no one gets lost.”

“Mabel, no.”

“Mabel YES!” The girl grinned with determination. “You’re stuck with me, old man! You can’t get rid of me!”

Ford was getting annoyed at this point. He pinched the bridge of his nose, lifting his glasses up slightly, and growled, “I’m not trying to get rid of you, I’m trying to save you!”

Mabel gave him a very serious look and questioned, “By leaving me alone out here?”

“No! I-...” But Ford stopped and bit his lip. His niece did have an excellent point. As much as Ford was willing to do anything to keep her safe, as much as Ford was willing to sacrifice his own life for her’s, that really wasn’t a good idea.

There was a good chance Mabel could survive without him, at least until she found a nice family to take her in (or, somehow, miraculously, Stanley opened the portal and brought her home, but Ford didn’t dare to hope for that). But she was so young and inexperienced in the Multiverse. At least when Ford was first thrown into the chaos he was an adult and was accustomed to weirdness thanks to his six years of researching Gravity Falls. Mabel was extremely resourceful, imaginative, intelligent, and clever. She was also stronger and faster than many would assume. But she was too trusting. Too innocent. So, not to belittle Mabel or underestimate her, but she was right; she needed Ford, and as noble as it would be to exchange his life for her’s if it came down to it, that would also be incredibly stupid and only buy Mabel a little more time until she was captured or enslaved or killed or even worse.

And of course, only someone as people-smart and clever as Mabel could make Ford see that.

He sighed tiredly. “O-... Okay.” Mabel smiled proudly at him. “Okay, I’ll… I’ll try to be more careful.” Ford promised. “I… I just need you to be safe.”

“Don’t worry, I think we do a pretty good job of keeping each other safe.” Mabel complimented, holding out a bite of her fruit on a fork for Ford.

The old man held up a polite hand and declined, but his stomach turned against him and growled, and Mabel frowned at him, giving Ford a deja vu feeling of his mother forcing him and his brothers to eat their vegetables. So Ford smiled and accepted the sweetly cooked fruit. “Yes, I think so, too.”

#GF #gravity falls #gravity falls au #fanfiction #drifting stars au #collab #ford and mabel bonding #ford pines #mabel pines #ANGST AND FLUFF #more to come!

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