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Maze

Spooky maze H coming in for business 🎃 pure fluff for you all, sorry it isn’t too spooky but it’s from an anon request! Please enjoy soft, scared boyfriendrry.

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Harry had been skeptical from the beginning.

Really, he wasn’t one for horror movies, not one for jump scares. When he was younger, he read the original IT book and had to leave the book outside to sleep soundly- as if the creeper clown could actually escape through the inked pages of the book. It was safe to say he wasn’t much of a horror fan at all.

It made perfect sense that he was at a haunted maze with Y/N.

“I will probably piss myself.” He said as he kept close to her, the gloves on his fingers irritating him. The chilly October night was crisp and grinding at his nerves, his adrenaline already pumping as they waited in line. Screams echoed in the night, evil laughs and the rips of chainsaws audible to his ears. There were giggles. Unnerving children’s giggles that sent a chill through his already cold body.

“At least that’s warm.” She teased, squeezing his arm to her torso. “But please refrain from doing that. It’s kinda gross.” Her wrinkled nose was cute, Harry relaxing just a bit as she got up to kiss his cold cheek. If there was anyone he would feel safest with in a situation like this, it would be her. Y/N was the most comfortable person he had. Yes, she may poke fun but she had seriously said they didn’t have to when she noticed that he was actuallly, genuinely nervous. She had insisted they could do something else, but she had seemed so excited when she had bounced into his house with the flyer with bright eyes and talking a mile a minute about how she had finally found one close enough to them that actually seemed exciting. Every one else is the area was apparently poorly done, in her words.

“M’not promising anything. You’re lucky you've got seat protectors in your car.” He grumbled, pulling her into him so he could get a hug. The line was slowly moving, but he was on alert from the traveling actors that made their way up and down the line with menacing glares and choosing people to scare. The man with the large chains was walking down the dirt path, clunking boots making his heart beat a bit faster as he went past. He was spared for now, exhaling into her hair when she walked past.

Y/N held him to her, resting her head on his shoulder. She was totally aware they probably looked like one of those cringe-y couples waiting in line at an amusement park but she liked the affection and being the one he chose to sit with like this. He relaxed a little as her hand ran up and down his spine, breathing in deeper inhales of his scent. His cologne was her favorite, and this was an excuse to be up close and personal with him.

“It’s gonna be okay, H.” She looked up at him with a sweet smile. “Promise. It is. It’s scary, sure, but you’ll get out of there laughing by the end. I’m proud of you for facing your fears, okay? I apppreciate that you came with me.” Leaning up, she guided his head down to steal a kiss from his cold, slightly chapped lips. “I will make it worth your while when we’re home and naked. Okay?”

Suddenly, it did feel okay.

—-

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

There was no okay. Harry was shaking like a chihuahua, eyes closed as he waddled behind Y/N. His face was hidden in her hair as he inhaled and exhaled sharply, feeling the feet behind them as they exited the maze.

It didn’t help that Y/N was giggling. Not audibly, no, but he could feel the giggles through her back as he clung to her. His steps covered hers, honestly a bit pathetically. Y/N, his sweet little scare loving girlfriend would squeal and giggle at the scares while Harry screamed and shook, hiding his face in her neck and face, only comforted by her hands squeezing his as they were hooked around her body.

They’d started off with his arm around her body, as if he was the protector. That had been the wrong move, obviously. The scare actors had made it a point to go after him. The big strong man was someone to get a reaction from. Like they could smell his fear. He had a lot of it thought, back straight and shoulders tense as her hand had tried to soothe, rubbing his back and warning him that someone was going to jump out if she had any sort of clue.

It had started that way, sure, but at some point it had become a huddle with his body attached to hers. He was set on her and acting like a shell on a turtle, attached to her back and not looking back. It became her job to lead them through the maze, laughing more than anything at his reactions. It wasn’t too terribly scary to her but Harry’s cursing and irritation had made it all the more entertaining.

“Baby, it’s okay.” She cooed as they made their escape. “It’s all done.” Trying to twist in his arms, he made her stop and continued walking them closer towards their parked car.

“No. Nope, I don’t trust these demonic people.” He hissed. “Can’t they tell I did not want to be scared? Did the fuckin’ chainsaw right next to my ear. Thought it was gonna take my ear off!” The dramatics of it all made her laugh a bit harder, but she felt a twinge of guilt for making Harry go through it. Yes, she gave him a few outs but… Harry was Harry. Stubborn little thing.

“My love- it wasn’t a real chainsaw. It’s a prop. Nothing would have happened.” She crooned between laughs, finally managing to unstick his hands from her and turned in his arms, gloved fingers gripping his jaw. He was a bit pale despite the cool flush that made his nose and cheeks pink, a slight panicked and embarrassed look on his face. “Hey… look at me. Pretty boy.”

That had him relaxing slightly, swallowing the lump in his throat as he looked into her comforting eyes. They held a bit of humor and a pinch of concern. The cotton gloves warming his skin as she held his jaw in her grip. “Sorry.” He croaked. “Didn’t want to be pathetic or anything, but s’like…” he shrugged. “It’s embarrassing. Got nervous. Don’t do too well with scary stuff but I thought I could suck it up for a little while.” The long exhale was felt on her face. Her poor man. He had gone through it just to make her happy.

“It isn’t embarrassing , not at all. It’s cute. Endearing, really. You can hold your own in front of lots of people, but I can’t.” She pointed out. “We’ve all got our things. I can handle horror and you can handle extreme social situations if you’ve got to. I’m very proud of you for even trying. We’ve never got to do this again if you’re genuinely terrified. I’m just proud you tried it out.” Y/N held a whole lot of love for the man. Even if they’d both be fucked in a killer movie.

“I’ll sit in the car next time with some hot cocoa or something.” Admitting defeat with Harry was never easy, but he liked that she didn’t make him feel bad about it. Plus, being cute was something he liked. Especially when that praise came from Y/N.

“Precisely, my little scaredy cat. You’ve done your part of the night, we experimented. Now we should get out of the cold and get on home so we can eat.” She roped her arms around his neck. “Annnnnd. I promised it would be worth your while. Let me show you how much I loved how cute you were.”

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iamprchung · 2 months

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Conversation Mints 3: Gimmie Three Steps and Four Musketeers

Skinner and Scully are marooned in a dive bar, a far cry from the usual FBI digs. While they wait – impatiently – for Mulder to arrive, they endure a parade of local eccentrics, culminating in a drunken bozo harassing Scully. Skinner, ever the protector (and secretly jealous?), throws down for a brawl. Enter Mulder and the Lone Gunmen, just in time to break it up. Back at the office on Monday, the remnants of a disastrous (yet strangely romantic?) Valentine's Day weekend lingers. A cryptic exchange between Scully and Skinner hints at more than just case files in their future, leaving the possibility of future adventures wide open.

Notes from 1997

Who is Art Bell and what does “Yo quiero conspiracy” mean?

Art Bell was the patriarch of the late-night radio show still known as ‘Coast to Coast’ and known for conspiracy theories and the paranormal. Link to Art Bell’s 1997 Halloween Coast to Coast show.

Back in 1997, there was a series of popular Taco Bell commercials featuring a Chihuahua dog, which would say the catchphrase “Yo quiero Taco Bell” (I want Taco Bell).

"Gimme' Three Steps and Four Musketeers" by PR Chung

* "Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours to go, I wanna be sedated. Nothing to do, nowhere to go..." *

Blaring over the rushing sound of wind, the Ramones blasted from the VW van careening down the beltway.

"Roll up that window!" Langly shouted from behind the wheel and over the sound of music and howling wind.

"I can't breathe with it up!" Byers called back from the open window.

Despite the fresh air whipping around the van's interior, Mulder fanned his hand in front of his face. "How much of that did you spill on yourself, Frohike?"

The unsmiling Frohike shot Mulder a glare. "You know it's no wonder none of you get laid."

"What?!" Mulder and Langly said in unison, affronted.

"Women go wild over this cologne..."

"And that's why you're here with us right now?" Langly called back looking at him in the rear-view mirror.

* "Just get me to the airport and put me on a plane..." *

Frohike sat bolt upright. "Listen, I already told you Cookie wasn't feeling well..."

"Likely story," Langly goaded, shaking his head. "Maybe it was your cologne making her sick."

"At least I had a date, which is more than I can say about you-"

"Listen," Mulder broke in before a full-blown battle could start, "I didn't come on this wild goose chase to hear you two fighting over who has the more exciting sex life."

"Wild goose chase?" Langly repeated. "Hey, it's not my fault Francisca didn't have the video." He refuted any blame that could be laid on him.

"I could have told you she wouldn't have it," Frohike declared, "she wouldn't know Art Bell from Taco Bell."

"Yo quiero conspiracy," Byers called back from the window.

* "Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours to go, I wanna be sedated..."*

Mulder rolled his eyes and threw his head back against the headrest. "It’s over let's just go get Scully and Skinner and end this- this tape! How many times have we heard this song tonight?"

* "Nothing to do, nowhere to go..."

"The question is," Byers called turning back from the window, his neat hair cut disheveled, "how many times have we heard this tape tonight?"*

"Ba ba baa baa, I wanna be sedated.

Bam bam, ba-bam, ba-bam bam ba-bam

I wanna be sedated,

Bam bam, ba-bam, ba-bam bam ba-bam

I wanna be sedated…"

"Hey, it's either this or nothing, because the radio still isn't working, and this is the only tape I've got with me right now." Langly defended himself. "If I had known this was going to turn into a road trip, I would have brought the case."

"Well, turn it down at least," Mulder reached out and turned the volume knob, but nothing happened.

"It's full or nothing." Langly announced.

Mulder fell back in his seat, head against the headrest, defeated.

"So, what is Scully doing out here anyway?" Byers yelled over the music, as if far too used to the volume.

Mulder shook his head looking out the window at the passing nothingness. "She never said."

"Yeah, and with Skinner," Frohike said, "last time I saw those two they were at the Alexandria."

Mulder twisted around to look at him. "The hotel, tonight?"

"Yeah, at that soiree I took Cookie to. Watched their respective dates cut out together, too-- but you didn't hear that from me."

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* "Well, I heard ole Neil put her down. Well, I hope Neil Young will remember

a southern man don't need him around..." *

The sound of the Lynyrd Skynyrd band whined from the bad speakers precariously attached to the walls of the Two Bucks bar.

"Sweet home Alabama," the drunk from the hallway sang-- and only sang. The rest of the song lyrics were muttered and mumbled beyond recognition as the man staggered around his table of friends, air guitaring with wanton disregard.

"You want that warmed up?" the bartender gestured toward Skinner and Scully's coffee cups. Two looked down at what more closely resembled sludge rather than coffee. "I'm just gonna' throw it out if you don't want any more."

"Thanks, but no." Skinner answered, and Scully agreed with a shake of her head.

“Fine with me," the bartender scoffed and shrugged, walking away with the pot of crude.

"…Where skies are so blue, sweet home Alabama... Lord, I wanna-uh, I'm com-coming hmmm, hmmm..." The drunk continued, and Skinner cringed at the slaughter of lyrics going on.

"I’m starting to regret leaving my service weapon at home," Scully remarked quietly, glancing back at the scene.

"if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking,” Skinner ventured, “That wouldn't look good on your resume."

Scully gave him a side glance. "You wanted to confiscate Robert's boat."

"That was with just cause." He justified.

"They stick- hmmm, pick me up... hmmm, hmm... yeah," the man suddenly hollered looking over at Skinner. "Skinner, man, yeah!"

"And this isn't?" Scully questioned.

Skinner shook his head, jaw grinding. "At least the song's almost over."

"Hopefully someone will take his change away."

"Don't you mean his keys?" Skinner asked her.

She shook her head. "Change for the juke box."

Skinner nodded. "Friends don't let friends sing drunk?"

"Yeah, something like that," she said and tried another taste of her java sludge. Her mouth pursed and her nose wrinkled. "Thank god, it's not Karaoke night."

"I thought it was..."

Hearing Skinner’s deliberately dry comment, Scully laughed in spite of herself, nearly spitting the coffee out.

************************************

"Where is this place? I haven't seen a sign?" Langly asked, sounding frustrated as he squinted at the road past the headlights.

"I thought you said this was the only tape you had in here?" Frohike ignored his question pulling another tape out of the glove box and holding it up to the dash lights.

"It's around here somewhere," Mulder called from the back seat.

"That narrows it down," Langly responded sarcastically.

"What is this, ABBA's number one hits?" Frohike questioned the tape he'd found. "What a crock, there's at least twenty songs on here!"

"There, on the right," Byers said pointing ahead over Langly's shoulder. "Deer Point."

"Where?"

"You just passed it," Mulder said, monotone and already bracing himself for what was about to come.

Langly jammed on the brakes, sending the van sliding to a halt on the narrow two lane. Byers would have fallen into the front if he hadn't already been leaning against the back of the driver's seat. But Frohike hit the dashboard hard, smashing the music cassette into the stereo inadvertently.

"Where'd you download your license from, punkass.com?"

* "There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando." *

"Turn that off, will you?" Mulder begged anyone to stop the music that was suddenly permeating the van.

* "...for liberty, Fernando" *

Byers reached over the seats, fumbling for the stereo controls.

Langly ground gears, trying to put the van in reverse.

* "...if I had to do the same again, I would my friend..." *

************************************

” ...oh, won't you...giv'me three steps, mister..."

Skinner laced his fingers together tightly, struggling against the urge to either go pull the plug on the jukebox or the drunk. The drunk's friends were now cheering him on, urging his continued performance of Skynyrd hits endlessly spewing from the juke box.

"Where the hell is Mulder," he muttered through clinched teeth.

"He should be here soon," Scully said checking the neon clock behind the bar. “We should just go outside to wait for them.”

“In the cold?” Skinner asked, reminding her. And Scully sighed, nodding.

The bartender sauntered up to them. "You two want anything else?"

Skinner suddenly began digging in his pants pocket. "Yes," he said, yanking out a couple of damp dollar bills. "Change."

Scully looked at him, startled by his sudden abruptness.

"Sure thing, buddy..." the bartender grunted, taking the bills.

With change in hand, Skinner marched to the jukebox. His plan: clogging the jukebox with his own selections and hampering the drunk's ability to play any more Skynyrd.

"Skinner!" the drunk yelled and waved wildly as he passed.

Scully watched from the bar, amused by the whole scene in some small way. This place, and Skinner's newfound fan who was sadly mistaken about his name. She watched Skinner standing at the juke box, the light from the display window illuminating his strong features. She admired the way the collar of his tuxedo shirt lay open around his neck, and his stance before the jukebox was purposeful yet nonchalant. Just standing there, he… He looked... handsome.

"Hello again, pretty lady."

Scully knew the voice. She knew it was the man from the end of the bar. Turning she saw the man from earlier now standing very close to her, with his cocky crooked smile in place.

"I see your friend has left you unattended, big mistake." He said to her.

"Excuse me, but..."

"He should've never left such a pretty little lady all by er'self here ‘cause that just lets me know it's my turn."

"Your turn?" Scully repeated glancing in Skinner's direction.

************************************

Shoulders hunched against the cold, Mulder, Byers and Frohike stood together in the dark encircling Langly's battered tennis shoes sticking out from under the van.

"Can you see anything?" Byers called to him under the van.

"It's the linkage," he called back, "it's stuck in reverse."

Mulder took a step away from the others. "Great."

"Can you fix it?" Byers asked.

"With what, a bottle opener and a tire pressure gauge? Who do I look like, MacGyver?"

"You haven't got any tools?" Mulder exclaimed.

"Why do you think the radio doesn't work?" Frohike asked him.

"Yeah, I've got tools- ugh!" A clattering sounded from underneath the van followed by the flashlight rolling out.

"What is it?"

"I dropped the flashlight on my face!" Langly shouted, pulling himself out from under the van. "Damn," he declared pulling his glasses off in two pieces.

"Rough," Frohike said, pushing his own glasses up the bridge of his nose.

************************************

Skinner considered the multifarious jukebox selections with dread. Quiet Riot. Janet Jackson. Vince Gill. The Monkeys. Lynryd Skynyrd. Morris Day and the Time? When was the last time this thing was updated? He wondered, beginning to toy with the change in his hand. Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton. Basia? Seriously?

It looked futile. There were a few promising prospects, though. John Fogerty and Eric Clapton, as well as a Doors tune or two. Then, there were the jukebox standards, Chuck Berry, Rolling Stones, and Elvis Presley...

Skinner looked at the Presley offerings. 'It's now or never,' 'All shook up,' and 'Can't help falling in love.' He looked at the selections, recalling events of four months past. Scully brushing against his legs under the table in the King's Kitchen came to mind.

* "It's now or never, come hold me tight... kiss me my darling." *

He had become aware of the music and the sensation of Scully's legs touching his at the same moment, and suddenly lyrics once jaded and ignored had meaning-- correlation. Across the table their eyes had locked, gazes communicating shared fascination until she had lowered her eyes. Had it been uncertainty or guilt? Or was it all his imagination, her equaled interest?

Not after tonight, he thought while pouring the quarters into the machine. Could he be sure? She had warmed up to his transparent attempt at amusing conversation aboard Robert and Janet's boat, and hadn't balked at the closing space between them throughout the entire night. Was it just the alcohol? He wondered, punching in selections. Had she been generous and only tolerated his fumbling overtures?

* "It's now or never, come hold me tight, kiss me my darling..." *

Wary, Skinner glanced toward the bar, toward Scully and tensed immediately.

* "...be mine tonight... Tomorrow may be too late..." *

"See," the presumptuous man said to Scully, looking toward the speaker nearest them, "that's the king, just in time for our first dance."

Scully heard the rumba beat, and aside from getting rid of Forrest Gump, the memory of sitting across the table from Skinner in Memphis came crashing in on her.

* "... it's now or never, my love won't wait..." *

Scully shook her head. "I don't think so," she told him. "I don't think my…” She glanced past the man, “friend will like that at all."

"Is there a problem here?" Skinner, like some bastion of chivalry, appeared beside her, glaring at the guy she’d dubbed Gump.

* " ...when I first saw you, my heart was captured..." *

Gump looked back at him, defiant. "If you think so, yeah."

Skinner took a deep breath. "Yeah, I think so."

* "...it's now or never..." *

"I just wanna' dance this pretty lady here, is that so terrible?"

"No, not at all. But she said no. So, shove off."

The man narrowed his eyes on Skinner, then turned his attention to Scully. "Let's dance, pretty lady," he said reaching out past Skinner, grabbing at her arm.

Scully pulled her arm back out of his grasp. "No, thank you, I said."

He reached again; this time it was his arm that was caught by Skinner.

************************************

"Okay, now right... right-- no, to the right!" Byers exclaimed as he peered out the back window of the van.

"Go right," Mulder turned calling quickly to Langly, fingers digging into the vinyl seat back.

"My right or your right?" he demanded, anxiously checking all his mirrors, his long hair flipping back forth across his shoulders.

He had been dealing with this for the last twenty minutes and was getting good and sick of it. The van, stuck in reverse gear, was alone no easy job to maneuver backward down dark and narrow roads, but the backward instructions they were calling the whole time was making it that much worse.

"Just do the opposite of what they tell you," Frohike advised from the passenger's seat.

"I did that," Langly snapped back, gingerly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, careful of the plastic bandage holding them together, "and we went off the road."

"Go left then," Byers called to him, "quickly!"

"We're going to run off the road again," Mulder warned.

"Look," Byers was pointing straight ahead-- or rather straight back. "That must be it. Deer Point."

"Civilization," Frohike proclaimed as the hindered van rolled into the outskirts of town.

"Like this, we're surely going to attract the attention of local law enforcement," Byers stated aloud what Mulder had been thinking since this whole ordeal began.

This was outrageous, Mulder knew and had said so, but had been outnumbered in the voting process. It had been three against one in the decision to drive backward to town in the hopes of finding help to fix the van. What they were then likely going to find instead was a local yokel with a badge and an attitude.

"Trouble ahead," Byers announced to everyone.

"Cops?" Langly asked, nervously checking his mirrors again.

"Whoa," Frohike said, moving to the back seat for a better view.

"Saturday night in a small town," Byers observed as Langly brought the van to a slow halt so he too could see what was so riveting.

People were crowded together in a parking lot, some dashing back and forth from parked cars, others jockeying for better vantage points. There was too much action to see exactly what all the commotion was about, but it was undoubtedly a fight, and the most excitement in a long time apparently. The crowd parted suddenly and just long enough that the four could see the nucleus of the action; two men duking it out in front of what appeared to be the only open place in town...

Mulder looked to the building's sign slowly, alarmed as he read "Two Bucks bar and grill," with the word grill having long ago burnt out.

"Isn't that--" Byer’s began, peering out the back window.

"Skinner," Mulder finished, slack jawed.

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Inside Two Bucks, to inharmonious soundtrack of Elvis Presley, like some poorly matched game of the Rock'em-Sock'ems, Scully watched as Skinner traded repeated punches with Gump, whose name turned out to be, according to those cheering him on from the crowd, Mike. And Mike wasn't faring well, here. He'd picked a fight with the wrong man.

There was still enough alcohol in Skinner's blood stream to ignite his ire, and obviously enough in this guy Mike to cloud his ability to see the difference in size between the two of them. That was all it took.

His arm grabbed by Skinner; Mike shoved him. Skinner shoved back, sending the man into a table. He came back with a vengeance and from there it moved out the door into the parking lot, like any worthwhile fist-fight would.

Now, Skinner having had the upper hand throughout the fight and Mike showing the signs of it, it looked like the guy's friends were just about to jump in and help.

Ignoring the ignorant and dirty slurs being shouted at both her and Skinner from the women in the crowd, Scully glanced around, trying to see past the on-lookers. In a small hamlet like this, it shouldn't take long before the local police showed up, but it had already been too long, even for a response time in the city. Where were they? She felt panic creeping into her throat.

Skinner stepped back from the fight, breathless and bleeding. He'd been on top of this fight, but the other man had managed to get in a few good punches that had left minimum damage.

"Had enough?" Mike wheezed.

Skinner narrowed his eyes on the man. "I was just about to ask you the same."

Mike swayed as he stared back at the confident man before him. "Screw you," he finally spit, "I'll show you enough!" He dove at Skinner, shouting, "I'll kick the sh-" He never finished, connecting with the larger man's fist on the shoulder, sending him first up and then down on his back.

Before Skinner could relish putting the guy down two men were on top of him, one at his back, the other with an arm around his neck.

"Skinner!" Scully tried to warn as the two had come out of the crowd.

"Yeah, Skinner!" The drunken air guitarist shouted from behind her.

She shot him a glare.

"Whoa!"

"Hey, look out!" People suddenly began to shout from the outer edge of the crowd. "Watch where the hell you're goin'!"

Scully heard it first, the buzzing sound of an engine approaching quickly. Then she saw it, the beat-up VW van, flying up next to the crowd. The side door flew open immediately and out bolted the cavalry.

First, Mulder came barreling through the throng of onlookers, then Frohike and Langly. Byers, though, seemed uncertain about bum-rushing the scene and held back, staying with the van.

"Hey, ever heard of a fair fight?" Mulder yelled at one of the men who had grabbed Skinner from behind.

“Back off, Slugo!" Langly shouted at others trying to enter from the crowd.

"Who the hell are you?" One of the men demanded of Frohike.

"Your worst nightmare, punk!"

Mulder yanked one man back from Skinner, allowing the AD to freely take care of the other.

While this was happening, one of the several women in the crowd, who had been yelling profanities at Scully, now decided to take her shot at the female agent.

"Scully!" Byers warned from his vantage point.

Just in time Scully turned, managing to dispatch her would-be attacker with a single well-placed kick to the mid-section.

Frohike stood amazed by not only the move but also the hike the move had put in Scully's skirt. "Scully-Foo," he said, breathless. "Awesome."

"He's got a gun!"

Everyone went still.

There was a man jabbing a finger in Mulder's direction. His sweatshirt had pulled up in the back, exposing his service weapon clipped in its holster to his jeans. Confusion and commotion began at once, rolling from the inner circle of the crowd outward. People made mad dashes for parked cars, while others only managed to crash into each other trying to get away. Mulder jumped back from the man he'd been trying to control, pulling his identification out. Flashing the badge case open, he rounded on the crowd, half-assuring, half warning them. "Federal agent!" He shouted, catching everyone's attention.

There were some, Mulder was fairly certain, who thrived on these moments, these dreadful flares of clarity and raw truth, a moment when one realized the situation had just gone from bad to worse. He realized this was one of those moments the instant he began waving the badge around.

"Mulder!" Skinner reprimanded the agent's bad timing and poor judgment. He was sadly outnumbered to be flashing his badge and authority around.

"Man," Langly seemed to recognize this fact as well, beginning to urge everyone toward the van, "come on, come on, let's get out of here... Frohike?"

The man was staring at Scully, as though hypnotized.

"Frohike?!" Langly yelled, tagging him in the shoulder. "Come on."

"Ouu," Frohike murmured, rubbing his shoulder.

"Everyone... stay calm," Mulder instructed the crowd, overhearing disbeliever's comments.

"That's not real," one said.

"He's full of shit," said another.

"Let's go, please," Langly kept urging Skinner and Scully along while Frohike followed, staring down the slack jawed on-lookers.

"Where's your secret decoder ring, G-man," someone yelled at Mulder.

"Remain where you are," he tried to sound as assertive as possible, but felt as though he was about to lose control.

Before his fears could manifest into reality, they were all in the van and moving away from the crowd. Langly, in the driver's seat again, had instinctively tried to throw the van into first gear.

"Just go," Frohike harshly instructed him.

"I am," he snapped back as the van tore away the crowd, backward.

"Go right," Byers yelled, his face close to the back window.

"No, left," Mulder quickly corrected the directions that would have sent them into a row of parked cars.

"What the hell are you doing?" Skinner demanded.

"Why are we going backwards?" Scully questioned, craning her head around wildly at the confused view.

"The gears are stuck in reverse," Byers briefly explained.

"We thought we could get it fixed before we picked you up," Frohike added.

"But we didn't expect to find this dinner theater re-enactment of Any-Which-Way-But-Loose," Langly declared while checking his mirrors.

"Left again," Mulder told him.

"Again? That'll be a circle?"

Skinner and Scully exchanged a doubtful glance.

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February 16th Washington DC Edgar Hoover Building

An underlying hum seemed to emanate from the halls of the FBI as Scully passed through them, talking mixed with footfalls, the fleeting sounds of office equipment running through opened doors. Her own footsteps blended and mingled with the chorus of typical Monday morning sounds that had never seemed more obvious to her than they did this morning.

But this morning was different, today there was a very good chance she would have to speak to her superior. Which, again, in itself, was an odd awareness for her. Every day she moved among the halls of the FBI there was a chance-- the absolute and unmistakable likelihood she would speak to Skinner-- he was, after all, her direct superior.

Again, it wasn't just the chance of speaking to him that put this day in a whole new perspective for her, but it was speaking to him so soon, so immediately after what had… transpired over the weekend. There needed to be more time between then and now, a greater buffer than a mere day, and not even that considering the fact that they had parted company late Sunday morning.

She inwardly shuddered at the thought of their parting and what skeptical stares Mulder had stolen as she rode home with him and the Lone Gunmen. After Skinner had given them all a quick lesson in Marine taught resourcefulness by repositioning the gear linkage with the sparse selection of tools Langly offered, the man was dropped at his car he had left parked at the Alexandria, and almost instantaneously Mulder had turned to her, mouth open, saucy commentary dancing on the tip of his tongue, dancing in his eyes. She stifled his amused questions with a glare and a single word, "don't."

And now, not only would she undoubtedly find herself in the position of facing Skinner, but without question she would be facing her partner as well. He was far from naive, Mulder suspected something, and she would have to endure his questioning stare cast across the desk the rest of the day. She hesitated a few feet from the elevator, the thought of turning and going back home striking her for the umpteenth time since she pulled into the parking garage.

Take a day, she thought, a single day. Some time to separate herself from light-headed dances and unrequited champagne kisses, damp embraces and bar room shuffles to the rumba beat of vintage Elvis. Time to give sober consideration to her feelings and again, like four months ago, submerge them in the reality that nothing could or would ever transpire between her and Skinner. But unlike four months ago, when only the mere notion of sensuality had surfaced, the urgent and undeniable desires that had been ignited Saturday night were going to be intensely more difficult to put to bed—

She shook her head and turned from the elevator to head home.

She would call in from the cell phone when she got to the car. Keeping it simple to Mulder; errands to run, an appointment to keep, anything but sickness. He would suspect a lie to begin with but would be absolutely certain of it if she were to feign illness.

She was almost at the exit, almost outside of the building to her car, when Skinner rounded the corner into the hall in front of her. His glance, lagging his turn of the corner, he did a startled double-take when seeing her. Wariness seemed to flood his eyes-- but his ever-present aplomb did not waver.

A twinge of guilt overrode any inane sense of insecurity when she noted the traces of bruising and scrapes across his rugged features from Saturday night's scuffle.

"Morning, Agent Scully," he greeted her in his routinely taciturn manner.

"Sir," she replied with a dip of her chin, composed. Professional.

"Are you on your way out?" He asked.

"Uh," she hesitated, glancing left then right, her hand aimlessly motioning toward the exit then the hall before she recaptured control of it. So much for composure, she randomly thought, but kept going. "I was- I am... on my way to an appointment."

He silently studied her, making her feel uncomfortable. "I have an appointment," she repeated, inwardly cursing the redundancy.

Skinner nodded and flicked his eyes away from her, searching the hall an instant before looking at her again. "I would prefer this not be the first thing brought up this morning," he began, and Scully froze.

What? She thought. What would he prefer not to bring up first thing this morning? And here in the hall, in view and earshot of countless fellow employees, what? "But since you'll be out, I'll tell you now."

"Yes," she ventured, seeing that he too was stammering in his own formal way.

"Robert and Janet," he said, and the names rang like bells in Scully's head. She had all but completely forgotten those two and her concern for what had become of them. Her eyes went wide, and Skinner nodded seeing the reaction. "I received a call last night from Robert, apologizing to us both for the... incident. And that they were both very sorry they never had the chance to come back for us."

Scully frowned. "The chance?"

"They were picked up by the lake patrol and arrested for public intoxication," he explained looking half amused, half disgusted. This embarrassed him more than anything. These were friends of his, who had acted exceptionally poorly in front of her.

Scully's eyes pinched tight. "Oh."

"Yes," he said in response, squaring his shoulders. "I thought you would find this as interesting as I did."

She bucked her head, an indifferent grimace across her mouth. Interesting to say the least. But if it hadn't been for the Hunter's... She lifted her chin, her eyes meeting his gaze evenly.

A jolt ran through Skinner, twisting through his insides and down into the pit of his stomach. He would not let his feelings betray his firm mien. He had labored for over twenty-four hours to clear this nonsense from his system, to rebuild his impenetrable wall, and he refused to let one stunning glance destroy his hard work.

"Please be sure to tell Robert his apology is accepted." Scully said.

"I will. Have a good day, Agent Scully." He gave her a brief nod and started away.

"Sir," she stopped him.

When he turned his expression was taut. "Yes?"

She took a step closer. "Your parent's money was spent well."

Skinner looked at her, frowning first, then as he grasped her meaning his features opened with surprise.

"Have a good day, sir." She said and smiled, then turned leaving him to wonder as she walked away.

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Series continues with 'The Spider and the FBI'

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Exuberant Ecosystem - Chapter 1

Author’s Note: After working on and off on this project for nearly a year (more so off because life got a bit busy), the first chapter of my original series is finally finished!!! Thank you to everyone who helped me reach (over) 100 followers. I’ve said this before—but I’ll say it again—I’m so glad that so many of you have enjoyed my fun, little stories. Seeing the interactions with them and the joy that they’ve brought warms my heart, and I hope to be able to continue delivering that same joy in the future. So, without further ado, I give you the start of Exuberant Ecosystem!

Exuberant Ecosystem is an original series created by Sunstone-Smiles. Please don’t repost, but likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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Chapter 1: Peculiar Findings

Word count: 5,813 (Approx. 14 pages)

The beating of a creature’s wings disturbs the low resting leaves. The foliage shakes as a flash of blue darts past, weaving in and out of the trunks of the closely aligned trees. The sun barely peers through the shadowy canopy of green. Something is wrong. Something is terribly wrong. A new predator has appeared, one that can swipe down trees to make them come crashing to the ground. Seclusion should keep their home from danger, yet it’s come. A little heart pumps faster than its wings can. The flying creature looks behind their shoulder to spot any sign of the menace, until they slam head first into an unseen tree trunk.

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The canopy shades the leaf piled ground below as a silver stake pole is pounded into the soft dirt. Metal dings with every swing from a sledge hammer, causing the nearby birds and their songs to rustle within the trees. Similar to the yappy canine, the heat in the state of Chihuahua in the country of Mexico nips at the air, but doesn’t bite down hard enough to disturb the visitors of the forest.

“Pull it a little more to the left,” Tate signals with his free hand while the other holds on to a sledge hammer. The rounded tent shifts in the desired direction. “That’s good,” Tate communicates with an open palm and hammers the steak down, until only the hook-like top is sticking out of the dirt.

“There we go,” Tate dusts off his hands after leaning the hammer on the tent. He stands, readjusts his blue and black paracord survival bracelet, then retucks the upper half of his uniform—which consists of a blue, long sleeved shirt beneath a shorter sleeved, beige cargo shirt—into his green cargo pants with a matching belt secured at the waist. The bangs of his brown hair flow off the side of his lightly, freckled face like three waves. “One out of three tents done.”

Tate’s uniformed co-worker lifts himself from behind the tent and dusts off his clothes with his olive toned hands. He wears the same colored cargo shirt, pants, and belt as Tate, except with a leaf green colored, long sleeve turtleneck beneath. His dark hair that falls just below his ears is spiked with tips of dark green, like the spines of a bearded dragon. “We would be done faster if we had our third person to help.” He throws the empty tent bags into the back of their open top jeep.

“Come on, Gareth. You and I both know that she was excited to get out here.” Tate walks around the other flattened tents, like deflated balloons, in his hiking boots. He reaches their outdoor desk, where they perched a water cooler at its legs.

“She couldn’t have waited to explore until after we finished setting up the tents?”

Tate chuckles. He pulls out a bag of grapes, the color of miniature limes, from the cooler and places the sealed fruit on the desk above before gaining access to his and Gareth’s water bottles. “I guess not,” he hands the other container to his friend and they both take sips from their bottles.

The I.S.S.E.C Corporation, also known as the International Study and Save the Ecosystem Conservation Corporation, relies on plenty of field research to learn about different types of habitats for plants and animals. Tate Pallder (zoologist), Gareth Bargmy, (wildlife biologist), and their third partner and friend, Phoebe Lilona (ecologist) all work for the corporation as indicated by the embroidery of an earth and shield, with the corporation’s abbreviations across it, nesting in a bed of leaves above the left pocket of their uniforms. Their job this time is located in the forests of Chihuahua in Mexico, where they are tasked with further studying how animals in this environment interact with the plant life, specifically, species of bats.

“Guys!” a female voice yelling from within the trees draws their attention. A woman dashes towards their camp with gloved hands cupped in front of her. Her braid of purple hair trails behind her, along with a hair pin decorated with green and blue lilac feathers that holds tightly to the side of her head. Her golden-bronze face has a look of alarm, as if it wasn’t apparent already from her vivid amber eyes. She wears the same beige cargo shirt and green cargo pants as the two men, but her long sleeved undershirt has a striking purple, a bit lighter in color than her hair.

“Phoebe?” Tate places his bottle on the desk and runs up to her with Gareth following close behind.

“Phoebe, what’s wrong?” Gareth asks when the three reach each other.

Phoebe looks up from her hands, the worry in her eyes already telling half of the story. “I was gathering samples from below one of the trees and found this little guy down there with them.” She holds out her yellow gloved hands, like those that are usually seen for gardening.

Cupped in her palms, a bat with sky blue fur that resembles a shaggy children’s puppet, lies still against the contrast of dim yellow. The creature's eyes are closed and its head is slightly turned to the side, resting on one of its pointed ears. The faint push of air in its chest reveals some sign of life.

“Here, put him down on the desk,” Tate says with haste and clears a spot. Phoebe carefully slides the bat onto the table, while Tate pulls on a pair of his own rubber gloves. It’s clear that this creature is a bat, but what kind or what dangers it may carry are unknown.

With Phoebe hovering over, and Gareth able to see a few steps back due to his taller height, Tate gently examines the little creature. He outstretches the bat’s wing and carefully runs his fingers over the joints to check for any broken bones. The prominent blue coloration of the bat is already unusual, but the skin of the wing is layered with pink fuzz that, by looks, shares the same texture as a decorative feather boa.

“Is it okay?” Phoebe asks over Tate’s shoulder.

Tate inspects the bat’s other wing, repeating the same movements. “He doesn’t seem to have anything broken.” Tate then checks the little bat’s head and runs a thumb over their three tufts of cowlicked fur, also comforting the creature. “Just a little bump on the head.” He pauses to move his hand away and observe the bat’s notable features. “Look at his coloration though. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Gareth steps forward to take a closer look. “Maybe it’s a genetic mutation.”

“Possibly. It wouldn’t be a shock if a new species originated from a mutation,” Tate responds and removes his gloves, “I’m just surprised by the drastic difference. What would cause this bat to mutate from usual darker fur, like blacks and browns that help it camouflage, to a light blue? Not to mention the pink fur around and on the edge of the wings.”

Attentively watching the creature for any sign of movement, Phoebe sees the bat’s ear twitch. “Guys, look,” Phoebe whispers. The bat’s ear twitches again. Its head starts to lift from the desk. “I think it’s waking up.”

As predicted, the little creature's eyes begin to flutter open, revealing two large pupils of green. The three researchers stand completely still as the bat fully awakens.

The little creature stretches his limbs as he regains consciousness. He rolls back his shoulders and fluffs out his wings. When he notices the monster-sized strangers, however, the creature squeaks in terror and scrambles itself under the shadow of a backpack lying on the desk. It curls into a ball with its wings tightened to its sides, staring at the strangers with shaking emerald eyes and folded down ears.

Tate puts his hands up to show his empty palms. “Hey, it’s okay,” he says in a soft voice. “Gareth, grab me one of those grapes.”

Gareth nods. Without any sudden movements to avoid startling the small creature, he slowly opens the bag of fruit and reaches in, then hands the zoologist a green grape into his palm.

Tate holds the grape out to the shivering creature. “Here,” his blue eyes, like a soothing mist from a waterfall, reach the creature’s level, “You can have it.”

The little bat glances up at him, then to the grape, then back to Tate. With caution, the bat pokes his head out from his curled up state and crawls from underneath the bag’s shadow to approach the rounded fruit. To make sure it isn’t a trap, the bat sniffs the grape. He warily takes a small bite, tearing the soft flesh of the fruit with his small, rounded fangs. Sensing that the food is safe, the bat takes another bite. He then grabs the rounded fruit into its own lap to nibble on it, lapping up the sweet juice with his tongue after every bite.

The three researchers relax once they see the bat become more at ease. “Luckily, this one is a fruit eater,” Tate says with a breath of relief.

“Aww!” Phoebe takes a step closer to the desk. “He’s so cute! You know, when he’s not unconscious.”

“He’s oddly trusting regarding he just met us, don’t you think?” Gareth questions.

“Any trust is a good sign,” Tate replies. He looks at the bat and puts his hand on the desk. “Are you feeling better little guy?”

The bat places his half-eaten grape down on the surface and crawls over to Tate’s hand, sniffing it curiously. Tate stays completely still so he doesn’t frighten the creature, but the bat instead frightens him when it suddenly jumps up his arm.

“Whoa!” Tate takes a few steps back from the abrupt action of the bat scurrying up and around his body with surprisingly fast movements. The bat then hops onto his shoulder and nuzzles his fluffy head right above the collar of Tate’s uniform, acting much more friendly than it was a few seconds ago.

“Hey!” Tate carefully lifts his shoulders to defend himself from the creature’s feather soft fur grazing against his neck. A smile tugs at the corner of Tate’s mouth. “That…that tickles!” the zoologist lets out a few giggles at the bat’s shenanigans. The bat instantly perks his ears up, as if he heard a recognizable sound. With a little grin showing the bat’s fangs, the peculiar creature squeaks and nuzzles his head at Tate’s neck again like he’s purposely trying to elicit more laughter out of him.

Tate gasps and scrunches up his shoulders again, careful not to hurt the little creature who seems to be playing by his neck. The zoologist’s giggles increase when the bat skitters from shoulder to shoulder, honing in on any available space to nuzzle. “A little help plehehease!” Tate calls for assistance from his research partners.

Phoebe giggles and makes her way over to Tate and the squeaking bat. “Alright, come here little guy,” she carefully reaches over, scoops the creature in her gloved hands, and tries to gently pry them off, but the little bat clings on tighter than expected to Tate’s collar.

“You’re a strong little guy, aren’t ya?” Phoebe observes. “Come on,” she delicately wraps a hand around the bat’s middle and squeezes his side. The small creature lets out a high-pitched squeak, followed by other melodious chirps that sound like their own tiny giggles. The bat unhooks from Tate’s shoulder and Phoebe successfully pulls the bat off into her arms.

“Oh! Sorry little guy,” Phoebe repositions her hands to hold below the bat’s wings, realizing why the bat was releasing squeaky giggles. “I guess you must be ticklish too.”

“Thanks, Phoebe,” Tate rubs the side of his neck. As a precaution, Gareth slides on his gloves and inspects Tate’s neck for any injuries during the unexpected scuffle. “What was all that about?” the zoologist shrugs.

“I’m not sure,” Gareth responds as he finishes his examination, “But he didn’t leave a mark on you. No scratches, no bites. Like he was purposely being careful not to hurt you.” He then removes his gloves as quickly as he had put them on.

“Like the bat just wanted to snuggle,” Tate jokes.

“Maybe that’s what we should name him then!” Phoebe chimes in with a different topic, “Snuggles!”

The little bat squeaks in approval.

Gareth shakes his head. “Snuggles? Really?”

“I don’t see you coming up with anything better, Mr. Wildlife Biologist,” Phoebe smiles to throw the tease his way, “Besides, I think he likes it.”

The little creature gives another approving squeak in her arms.

“What about you, Tate?” Phoebe continues, “Do you like the name?”

The zoologist chuckles, “It does fit him pretty well.”

Gareth rolls his eyes and walks over to Phoebe. “More importantly, we need to figure out what species of bat he is, or if he really is a new species.” He glances down at the bat staring up at him with a big-eyed expression, like a small puppy excited to be with new friends. Gareth sighs. “Alright…but I will admit he is pretty cute.”

“Yay! Gareth approves!” Phoebe cheers, “Snuggles it is then!”

“What? I didn’t say that,” Gareth argues back.

Snuggles glances at the two humans about to verbally clash, then wriggles in Phoebe's hold.

The woman grins at Gareth, “You implied it.”

“I did not!”

In that moment, Snuggles pops out of Phoebe’s hands and takes off flying down the open path of the forest.

“Hey! Wait little guy!” Phoebe yanks her gloves off and tosses them to the desk, now running after the creature.

“Phoebe!” Tate yells and chases after her, with Gareth running right behind him.

The three dash through the trees of the forest. Leaves and twigs crush beneath their boots as they follow the flash of the little blue creature through the foliage. The bat takes a sharp right and heads into an entrance of a rocky cave. Without losing speed, Phoebe drifts on her feet and turns the corner to make the same sharp right into the cave. Tate almost trips when he turns for the entrance, but Gareth saves his balance by catching his arm by the sleeve so they both can keep the pace with the two in front of them.

Faint light from the entrance helps the researchers dodge the large protrusions of rock from the ground so they can catch up with the bat flapping ahead. But the deeper they go, the less light that reaches the unknown. The flying animal pulls forward, fading into the dark and out of the researchers’ view. By the time the three catch up to where the bat should be, a large wall of rock greets them instead.

“A dead end?!” Gareth catches his breath from the chase.

Phoebe scans the area around her. “Where did he go then?”

A squeak as if to respond to the researchers echoes from nearby. Following the source of the noise with his eyes, Tate quickly spots a tunnel that’s barely peering out from behind a large rock.

“I think it’s coming from this way! Come on!” Tate takes the lead and starts down the hidden path with his other two partners behind him. This path is much darker than where they just were, but a sliver of light protrudes at the end through strips of foliage covering the exit. Tate speeds ahead and pushes past the screen of leaves, running into a bright field that momentarily blinds him. He slows down to a stop and uses his hand as a visor to adjust his eyes to the light. Blurs of green and yellow take over his vision, until he can focus on the area revealed to him. His eyes fill with wonder.

Phoebe and Gareth come out of the exit soon after, also stopping with wonder-filled eyes when they see the reality of the area around them.

The forest canopy has a beauty that’s only seen in dreams. The leaves are yellow-green, but a pink hue surrounds the edges with fluff like cotton candy. Multicolored parrots create single file curves through the sky before swooping into the branches of the trees. Sprays of mist glide over the back of the researchers' ears from a rushing waterfall behind them as it splashes into a nearby basin.

The three of them keep their eyes on the trees—awestruck. “Wow…” Tate speaks after absorbing the view, “What kind of trees are they?”

Phoebe steps forward, her sight mesmerized by the splendor of the patterns. She shakes her head. “I don’t know…”

Gareth notices some movement beneath the trees at the forest floor, draped in yellow-green grass. A deer, with antlers that circle downward like gentle arms that could carry a baby, plays with a rabbit who has ears that splay out like bird wings.

“Look,” Gareth signals to his partners without taking his vision off the creatures, “there are animals over there too.”

Tate rotates his body to see the rest of his surroundings, taking in the magnificence from every angle. “Everything here feels so…vibrant.”

Phoebe kneels down to a patch of blue flowers specked in pink. Grains of what look to be reflective rock are infused inside of the petals to give the pink blemishes a sparkle.

“These flowers have a vibrant coloring too…” she says as she touches the blanket smooth petals. A flicker of weakened color then catches her eye. She gently pushes a flower to the side and finds another plant—wilting, dry, and crumbling at the edges. It’s drained of what nutrients that made it as dazzling as the other flowers around it.

“Strange…” Phoebe reaches out to examine it, but a familiar squeak diverts her attention back towards Tate and Gareth.

“Whoa!” Tate flinches back when Snuggles swoops in close to his face, flapping his feathery wings. “Hey, it’s the bat!”

“It’s Snuggles!” Phoebe calls out in excitement and walks over to them.

Gareth narrows his eyes at her. “You’re really sticking to that name, aren’t you?”

Phoebe smiles at him, “I know it’s growing on you, Gareth.”

Snuggles squeaks again to show his fangs, wings still flapping to keep him in the air. He tilts his head multiple times towards the direction of the rest of the forest.

Tate pauses for a moment to observe the creature’s actions. “I think Snuggles wants us to follow him.”

Snuggles lets out another squeak, then flaps his way towards the forest path. The three researchers look at one another. They can’t believe what they are seeing, but they each silently agree they should follow the creature who wants to guide them through this peculiar environment.

They’re led through more yellow-green grass with specks of pink that cover the forest floor. The trees are nearly parallel to one another on each side of the path as the environment brims with life. New creatures, also with unusual features, appear among the flora as the three researchers continue walking. Two coatis, an animal that has a similar body type to raccoons, playfully wrestle in a patch of flowers. Their tails that are usually thin like a lemur’s are instead puffed and rounded like a feather duster with purple rings of fur. Peach and cream dotted woodpeckers with red crests tap tap tap on tree bark. Small lizards of geckoes and green anoles, both with feather-tipped tails, scatter across the grounded leaves. An iguana is perched on top of a rock to sunbathe in the crisp light; where its spines should be are instead made out of pointed feathers. All of these creatures appear to coexist with one another in this strange area of land.

“I still can’t believe this was part of the forest we were in,” Phoebe marvels at her surroundings while following the path. “I know separate sections of the forest are expected to have a few differences, but this feels like we stepped foot into a whole other world.”

“It’s possible that geographic isolation is still occurring,” Gareth suggests. “The small cave we entered from and the clifftop location seem to keep this place secluded enough to where this ecosystem could have evolved huge differences. That would explain many of the mutations into these likely new species as well.”

“Speaking of mutations…” Tate stops walking and arches his neck to stare upwards. Phoebe and Gareth stall next to him, their mouths agape.

Horizontal waves of dark reds, browns, and pale pinks make up the bark of a large tree, standing tall like a leader. Its leaves puff from their branches like a green cloud on a stick. Each color of the bark is layered on top of one another like neapolitan ice cream, separated by a thin wave of marble white in between each layer. On the bark’s surface, nearly transparent, pink mushrooms grow across the trunk. This is only one tree in a grove of many that reside behind it. Snuggles flaps around the big tree in a spiral to signal that this is what he wants them to see. The researchers soak in the reality of the specimen with astonishment.

Snuggles swoops back toward the three humans. He flaps around and behind Tate before coming in for a landing on the zoologist’s shoulder. Then, he waddles over to rub his fluffy head into Tate’s neck again.

Tate snaps out of his awestruck daze into another fit of giggles. “Hehey!” Tate lifts his shoulders to shield his neck, but he and his co-workers flinch back when the mushrooms on the tree begin to glow a soft red.

“That’s definitely not what trees are supposed to do!” Gareth exclaims almost in fright at the unusual specimen. The light that was once captured in the mushrooms fades, as if its power source has gone out. Snuggles flaps off of Tate’s shoulder to go elsewhere.

With cautious steps, Phoebe approaches the tree, observing its strange design. “Wait a minute…I’ve seen this pattern before.”

“You have?” Tate asks.

“Yeah. My grandma has a gemstone with this same pattern that’s usually found in this area of Mexico. She uses it to decorate her centerpieces with. What were they called again? Crazy…Crazy ace? No…” she mumbles to herself with a finger to her chin. Her face suddenly lights up with a flash of remembrance. “Ah ha! It’s crazy lace agate!”

“How does a gemstone explain what we just saw?” Gareth inquires, trying to come to terms with his disbelief.

“Well, crazy lace agate has another name,” Phoebe explains, “It’s also known…as the laughter stone.”

What Phoebe is implying clicks for Tate. He moves closer to the tree. “So are you saying the mushrooms on the tree reacted…because I laughed?”

“Maybe. Some plants do have the ability to sense different vibrations from sound. Maybe these bioluminescent mushrooms reacted to the vibrations of your laughter.”

“You said that this area of Mexico is where crazy lace agate can be found, right?” Gareth ponders, “What if the presence of the gemstone in the environment is one of the factors that made this entire ecosystem evolve the way it did?”

“Exactly,” Phoebe agrees. “How it all came to be is only a hypothesis for now, but the fact that all these species evolved new traits is still an amazing discovery!” The woman overflows with excitement. She turns back to the tree to observe its details closer, wanting to know every secret that it holds right away.

“Yeah it is!” Tate shouts, then bashfully reels himself in from his delighted exclamation about their findings. Gareth lets out a small chuckle at his partners’ reactions, also experiencing his own internal excitement.

While trying to celebrate their discovery, the sound of quiet, squeaky chatter from behind catches Gareth’s and Tate’s ears. Unsure of the cause of the noise, the boys turn around to investigate. They immediately gasp and take small steps back towards the protection of the tree.

“Ph-Phoebe?” Tate stutters to warn her of the approaching situation. Phoebe is still silently mesmerized by the tree.

“Phoebe!” Gareth exclaims louder to get her attention.

“Yeah?” she finally turns around and inhales a startled gasp.

A crowd of animals have created a half-circle to surround them. The furry mammals of rabbits, coatis, and deers cautiously approach. The vibrant parrots and woodpeckers tilt their heads to get a glimpse. The feather tailed reptiles of iguanas, geckos, and anoles blink at the three strangers.

“No need to panic,” Tate says quietly as he takes another step back from the unknown creatures. “Most of these animal species aren’t known for doing harm.”

“But we don’t know what these species can do,” Gareth whispers. He’s right. Though the creatures may share similar features with already known species, those from an unknown environment could bring certain risks of their own.

Snuggles flaps through the crowd of animals and towards the researchers. All the eyes of the surrounding creatures lock on to Snuggles as he, for a third time, latches onto Tate's shoulder and nuzzles into the side of his neck.

“Hehey!” Despite the current possibility of danger, Tate can’t hold in his giggles, “Cohohome on!”

Reacting to the sound, the mushrooms on the tree light up behind them. When Snuggles stops and Tate refocuses on the situation, the zoologist tenses up after seeing all of the animals' intrigued expressions. If he’s reading the creatures’ behaviors correctly, he has a feeling he knows why Snuggles decided to do that again.

Tate takes another step back. “Uh oh-”

In an instant, a few of the wing-eared rabbits and fluffy tailed coatis pounce onto him.

“Whoa!” Tate stumbles back as the creatures race around his body—the rabbits climb onto his belt to press their ears into his sides, while a coati slips into his shirt to glide its tail across Tate’s skin.

“Ah-Hehehey! Wahahait a mihihihinute!” Tate breaks out into full blown laughter with a big smile illuminating his freckled face as the animals deliver a full on tickle attack. Even Snuggles joins in again with head nuzzles to his neck. Before Tate knows it, he’s giggling up a storm; the mushrooms behind him glow even brighter than before.

“Aww!” Phoebe clasps her hands together, “They’re all tickling him! How cute!”

“Are we sure that’s necessarily a good thing in this case?!” Gareth responds in a frantic tone, like he was watching someone getting mauled by tickling.

Unable to keep his balance any longer, Tate falls to the ground, still giggling as the creatures tickle him silly.

“Oh, Tate!” Phoebe exclaims in concern when he falls, but she lets out a shriek when a deer throws its antlers around her like a hug from behind and rubs its fluffy snout into her neck. Her own giggles follow soon after as she tries to scrunch up her shoulders. As if on cue, her laughter summons parrots and woodpeckers to flutter from the ground, flock around her, and attack her with tickles.

“AH! Nohohot mehehehehe!” she holds her hands out in a futile attempt at defense. The parrots use their curved beaks to gently scratch at her ribs, while the woodpeckers cling onto her shirt to use their own beaks like fingers that were delivering pokes to her sides. Through her laughter, she slides down to the forest floor, meeting the same outcome as Tate.

“Phoebe!” Gareth calls out to her, but he jolts from the sudden feeling of scaly toe pads and tiny lizard claws crawling up the outside of his pant legs and towards his body. Some of the reptiles quickly reach the top of his shoulders and sneak down the collar of his shirt, causing him to twitch from each poke from their unexpectedly fuzzy claws. A wobbly smile forms on Gareth’s face as he tries to hold in his laughter, purposely not giving the animals what they're hunting for, but a large iguana wrapping around his middle aims to change that. The iguana looks Gareth directly in the eye and sticks its forked tongue out at him like a child planning some mischief. Gareth growls through his teeth, having a standoff with the iguana.

“Gotcha!” Gareth quickly swings his arms down to catch it, “Huh?!” but the iguana avoids capture by running a lap around his middle, before coming back around and hopping into an opening at the bottom of his cargo shirt. “Ahack!” Gareth yelps when the feather-spined iguana finds a way under his turtleneck and wiggles their feathery tail across his stomach. “Ohohoho nohohoho!” Gareth bursts into deep laughter alongside his other two teammates and wraps his arms around himself, “Gehehet ohohout of thehehere!”

Due to his squirming, Gareth leans forward and eventually collapses to his knees. He props himself on one arm while the other stays wrapped around his torso as the reptiles make swift work of releasing his laughter.

Behind the three giggling researchers, the rest of the trees in the grove with mushrooms growing from their bark begin to glow. Each one gradually lights up the space around them, like the spotlights of a stage bringing focus to the star of the show. The dark shade produced by the canopy of the trees is dyed by the pink hue.

When they see how healthy the vitality of the trees’ glowing are, the animals halt their attack on the researchers and cheer with squeaks, chatters, and chirps.

The furry mammals hop off of Tate so he can sit up, the deer carefully removes its antlers from around Phoebe while the birds perch by her side, and the feathered reptiles climb out of Gareth’s clothes so that the creatures allow their new friends a rest. As the three researchers catch their breath, the animals they had previously been ambushed by now cuddle close to comfort them.

Gareth is the first to speak. He repositions himself to take a seat on the ground, still with an arm clutched around his tummy. “That was a…warm welcome.”

“So the animals weren’t trying to hurt us,” Tate says and pets a gentle coati leaning on his thigh, “They were just playing.”

Noticing glittering pink light in their field of vision, the researchers turn and see the rows of trees behind them still illuminated.

Phoebe’s expression eases to a warm glow. “It may sound strange, but it looks like laughter is one of the energy sources of this ecosystem. The plants, the animals, the environment…all of it thrives because of laughter.”

Gareth glances down at the reptiles gathered around him. “That could also explain the animals’ behavior to make us laugh, as well as the traits they evolved, like feathers or extra tufts of fur, to reach that goal. They were just doing their part in the ecosystem.”

The woman nods. “Meaning that there are so many more mysteries to uncover here.”

Tate turns to Snuggles, who is perched on his shoulder. The little bat squeaks at him with his two little fangs showing a smile, just like when they were first united earlier in the day.

The zoologist looks at his teammates with a gaze of confidence. “So what do you say, team? Should we move our research into a new direction?” Tate asks his partners, but he already knows their answers.

“Are you kidding? Of course!” Phoebe’s voice rises with joy. “There’s no way we can miss this opportunity!”

Gareth shrugs. “Well, if you two are doing it, then I’m in too. We’re a team after all,” he ends his sentence with a soft smile, showing that he was in from the start.

“Then it’s settled!” Tate finalizes his team’s unanimous decision.

All the animals around them cheer again in celebration, as if they knew what the three were saying by the excited tone of their voices. The researchers chuckle at the creatures’ reactions. They’re sure to expect a handful from these new species during their research for this ecosystem.

Snuggles shows Tate, Gareth, and Phoebe a second way out of the exuberant section of the secluded forest, guiding them between two walls of thick foliage with enough room that the researchers can still easily maneuver their equipment through. When they return to their campsite, Tate makes a call to the I.S.S.E.C Corporation about the team’s findings. Although the corporation is skeptical at first hearing about an ecosystem fueled by a gemstone and laughter, the team gains their approval to switch their research towards a new objective. They repack their half-made campsite, hop in the jeep, then head down the same path lined to the sides with trees and past the cave that had originally shown them to an unexpected world.

When they reach their destination, they unload all of their equipment and place it in a small pile right outside the second hidden entrance. Afterwards, Gareth securely parks the vehicle in between two trees to the side of the main path.

Tate places a bag in the pile and rests his arms for a moment. “Alright, that should be the last of them.” He leans over to pick up their equipment again to carry it through the veil of foliage, but a faint thump in the distance draws his attention. He turns his head towards the sound, which came from the end of the main path. Another faint thump is heard in the same direction. Curious of the source, Tate walks towards the end of the path. Snuggles joins as his companion by landing on his shoulder.

“Tate?” Phoebe asks after seeing him walk by her, like he was focused on searching for something. She looks to Gareth, who has the same worry on his face after seeing Tate wordlessly pass him while he finished securing a protective cover for their vehicle. Concerned about their friend, the other two researchers stop what they're doing and follow Tate.

The end of the forest path, only a few steps away from the second entrance of the newly discovered ecosystem, leads to a grassy cliff. Tate is unmoving as he looks over the edge. When Gareth and Phoebe come to his sides, they suddenly share the same shocked stiffness.

Phoebe puts her hands up to her mouth and gasps in silence. “Oh no…”

Below the cliff, what once were grand sections of green forest trees and grass have been stripped from the earth’s floor. A large patch of rocky dirt, like a pulled off strip of wax removal for flora, remains from where grass once grew. The trees that created a canopy before are chopped, leaving only a stump in its place. Yellow construction machines lurk motionless by freshly dug dirt nearby the soulless, leftovers of the trees.

Snuggles lets out a shaky squeak and cowers behind Tate’s collar. The three researchers silently stare out at the destruction. One thing is clear: they’re not the only ones who are looking for something in this forest.

#Sunstone's OCs #Exuberant Ecosystem #Tate Pallder #Phoebe Lilona #Gareth Bargmy #Snuggles the bat #original series #original character #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle community #sfw tickling #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

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dragonsmybeloved · 1 year

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Rating Verbal Exchanges I Receive(d) at Work

“Have a good day.” 5/10

Pretty standard. Nothing exciting. I usually say it simultaneously by accident which is always awkward.

“You too.” 5/10

A standard reply to a standard statement. Better than nothing, shows basic reciprocation.

“You as well.” 7/10

“You too,” but shaking it up a little like Barry B. Benson.

“Have a blessed day.” 6/10

Synonymous with #1, usually has religious connotations. Keeps things interesting, easy to say “you too.”

“Oh, that’s mine,” while reaching for pizza. “Haha, just kidding.” 0/10

I will actually try to give you the pizza bc it is heavy, I want it out of my hands, and I have no way to tell whether the pizza belongs to you or not, leaving me no choice but to genuinely take your word for it, making me feel like a fool for believing you. Not funny, rude and annoying wish people would stop doing this I’m just trying to do my job and you are actively inconveniencing me.

“What, none for me?” 1/10

Yes, none for you. +1 bc you’re not getting any.

“Sorry about the dog(s). 7/10

It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize for the dogs. I’ve been barked at on so many deliveries I’d be surprised if I wasn’t.

“Take care, sweetheart.” 10/10

I am blushing.

“Stay safe.” 9/10

Appeals to my values (staying safe) and shows genuine care for my well-being.

“Thank you.” 8/10

The polite thing to say, I expect you to say it in some way.

“Hi, how are you?” 5/10

A little bland. No matter what, the answer will always be the same: “good, how are you?”

“I like your pins.” (They are LGBTQ and non binary pins) 10/10

An ally. A friend.

Visible confusion before looking down at my chest. “A woman.” -100000/10

Wrong. Don’t look at my boobs. Don’t look me. Uncomfortable. I hate it.

Using my correct pronouns without being asked. +1000000/10

You’re perfect. My heart flourishes.

“Thank you for the pizzas and sodas, I’m going to get back to my tabletop game now!” 1000/10

You are literally my favorite customer. I haven’t seen you in forever, table top guy. I miss you.

“Woof!” Sniff sniff 100/10

Good doggy.

“Meow! Prrrrrr” 100000000x infinity/10

Good cat, cat is baby.

“He… or I guess… she… uh.. uhrhrh.” -100/10

Don’t strain yourself, you’re just embarrassing both of us. Seriously, if you can’t figure it out just pick one and stick with it.

“You’re the most popular lady in the neighborhood!” 8/10

Sadly, I am not a lady. I still appreciate the humor, it is very charming. And I probably have a soft spot for sweet older male gentlemen, they’re always so nice to me for some reason.

“Let’s sweeten the pot a bit,” while handing me a tip. 1000/10

Yes, he was an older male gentleman, and I loved him. It made my entire day. I said thank you very strongly. The pot was sweetened.

“So what is this delivery fee? If it’s not a tip, what is it? Oh, I see, corporate greed.” 10/10

I didn’t know what to say, so I just said, “I don’t really know, just for the money, I guess.” But when I thought about it later I realized a part of the delivery fee probably goes into paying for my mileage. But I really like that he was on my side, and also gave me a tip. And he has a tiny frazzled old chihuahua that always quietly greets me when I step out of my vehicle.

“This pen sucks,” while signing the receipt. 0/10

The kid wrote “deez nuts” or some other similar meme quote in the signature and did not leave a tip. Not impressed, teach your child common courtesy or don’t give them the credit card.

#red dragon rambles #dragon delivery driver

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ollieinoue · 2 years

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Monty’s dorm, Sometime early in the morning ( @montyrichler )

Ollie had been feeling a bad case of ... feeling fucking terrible ever since he'd spoke to the cops. Surely it had just been because he spoke to the cops, and he hated cops. It wasn't because of the long term effects of drug use, withdraw symptoms, and the over compensation of shoving a whole bunch of shit back into his system to try to stop the sweating, headaches, nausea, and trembling like he was an overly excited Chihuahua... Certainly not. At least he was feeling a little bit better after sleeping shit off. Good enough to wander out of his dorm the moment the horrible sunlight in the windows hit him right in eyes, and into his next door neighbors. It was probably too early for Monty to actually be awake, but that was fine with Ollie. He hopped up onto the twin bed, crawling over the sleeping body like a cat that wanted attention, and squeezed himself between the other man and the wall.

He laid there for a while in silence. A half hour? An hour? Staring up at the ceiling like he could see the entire universe in it, and attempting to match the rhythm of his breathing with Monty's. It was almost peaceful, for a while. "Okay, I'm bored now," Ollie said finally, sitting up and looming over Monty to grab his shoulders and shake him. "Time to get up, bro! It's like... 7:30 and I'm dying."

#thread 17 .#ft monty .#drug use tw #drugs tw #addiction tw

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lovelyelbowleech · 2 years

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HELLO!!!! HAIR ANON HERE!!!!! A A A A A A A A A H H H H H. !!!!!!!!!!!! (that’s it that’s the whole message)

(JOKING it wouldn’t be a message from me if it wasn’t a ten page essay lmao) THIS CHAPTER!!! FUXK!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!! Sorry for yelling a lot but this chapter FUCKED me up. idk what i was expecting from a chapter that was half kazuma but FUCKKKKKK NOT THIS!!!!! HIS BACKSTORY!!!!!!!! MORE TALKING WITH ICHIKA!!!!!!!! (SIDE NOTE!!!!!!! I MIGHT BE IN LOVE WITH HER!!!!!!!!!) P I A N D A O R E A L I Z I N G !!!!!! HAHA FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I was flapping so aggressively while reading this part that I had to physically calm myself so I wouldn’t hurt either of my wrists or alarm my gf from the other room lmaooooo) anyways HaHa Very Excited For Developments On That Front! (I mean this genuinely because I need to know what happens when iroh eventually finds out So Bad I start shaking like an overly-excited chihuahua when I think about it for too long but also I’m Sure This Will Resolve Smoothly And With Minimal Pain Haha :)))))))))

ohoho and that’s not even getting INTO shen’s part of the chapter. Guo finding out about zuko being the blue spirit and a firebender made me lose my shit. SHEN made me lose my shit. (The line, “‘Hi,’ the little rat bastard said” REALLY made me lose my shit.) (also the line referring to Zuko getting mad at spark rocks, throwing one at the mountain, and then having it bounce back and hit him square between the eyes made me howl. I think a like a lot of people in the fandom don’t fully get Zuko’s character/personality, but literally just that single line demonstrates that you understand it perfectly lmao. Suki’s reaction to and sokka’s role in the rock-throwing are both examples of your understandings of their characters too 🫡 I remain In Awe of your flawless characterization of both the canon characters and your ocs 🫡) I’m worried about Suki and the rest of the Kyoshi Warriors and I’m REALLY worried about Haoyu though. I need him to be conscious enough to realize who the blue spirit is 😭😭😭😭

anyways!!!! Thank you so much as always for sharing!!!!!!! I hope things have been well with you :) I want to apologize for not sending an anon last chapter because I’m pretty sure I didn’t but honestly the weeks since you last updated have been so busy I’m not even sure 😭 but I’m pretty sure I didn’t so I’m very sorry!!! I similarly enjoyed your last chapter and it made me feel similar amounts of shaking-like-a-chihuahua excitement. You put so much love and effort into your writing and these chapters, please know that I see it and appreciate it and think about it ALL THE TIME :) thank you so so so much again!!!! I’m going to be very patiently and VERY excitedly waiting for the next chapter (read: fighting the urge to gnaw on pillows out of excitement). I hope you’re having a wonderful day and/or night 💖💕✨💫🌕

Hello!

When you said you started shaking like an over excited chihuahua the visual made me literally laugh out loud, so thank you for that 😂

Its always so nice to hear when people like my characterisation, because I often wonder if i have gone to far into my head and am just writing nonsense 😬

And quite a few people have said they might be in love with Ichika, which I approve of, because she and Kazuma have turned out to be So Much Fun to write!

Thank you once again for your ask - as always I have enjoyed every word of it (although please don't worry if you miss one or stop!)

I hope you are having a great week so far!

#hair!anon #wargames #allsfair #fic asks

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littleman-and-themonster · 2 years

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Today was Cody’s first round of Chemo. The hubby dropped him off in the morning because I’m new at my job so can’t start shuffling my schedule yet (at least til I’m done with probationary period…). I kept thinking of Cody; wondering how he was doing.

We always get told by vets that he’s the sweetest chihuahua they’ve ever met. This time was no different. Oncologist said Cody was the sweetest old man ever until he got his temperature taken.

The hubby said “did his chihuahua come out?” The oncologist laughed.

****

I decided to start writing stuff down after a little incident.

As we were getting ready for dinner time, the fur babies know they will get some treats as a “we’ll be right back” treat. Cody got excited and tried to hurry over to the bedroom, and his legs didn’t work as fast as he was hoping, so he tripped on his own legs and laid on the floor for a couple of seconds (felt like minutes) with a “wtf just happened” face. Lameness is a symptom of ongoing lymphoma it seems.

I immediately dropped to my knees,

“My baaaaby!”

And helped him up. He looked at me confused and I remembered how the vet said we needed to avoid kisses, as he could be a bit toxic due to chemo.

So I just scratched his little head and started to cry.

I was shaking. I couldn’t breathe. I just wanted to hold him close and tell him everything would be alright and kiss him. But I couldn’t.

The hubby started to cry too. We helped him to the bedroom. Gave him a treat and walked towards the door.

The hubby hugged me and we cried together. Glad to not be alone. Heartbroken this is happening to my little family.

After dinner, we sat on couch and watched tv. He napped, stomach making sounds.

Cody got up towards backyard door and began to pee on the floor without letting us know he wanted to go outside (he usually does). I then had to put Mason away in bedroom while we cleaned up and let Cody outside to continue to do his business, so we could pick it up. With gloves. And double bagged.

“It feels so medical,” the hubby said.

After cleanup, we came back to the couch. I can’t help but cry when I see him nap, In a position we rarely see him in. I’m scared, but he’s just confused, but always full of love.

He’s so brave, My sweet prince.

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC is Half Demon and They’re- Oh Crap They’re Barbatos’ Kid!

This is the second part of that one request I answered for Dia and Barb’s possible kids. Sorry this took so long! Writer’s block, y’know? Anyhoo~ enjoy, everyone!

This story didn’t start on the first day of the exchange program, it started five days before in Barbatos’ room at three in the morning with the poor butler waking up in a cold sweat.

Oh dear, it appeared the exchange program would be up in a bit of a tizzy. He had… a child? Oh my… Barbatos hoped the young master wouldn’t be too miffed about the student not being a totally normal human.

On the day of the exchange program, Barbatos insisted he had to be present for the event, he carefully pushed a cushioned sofa in the drop zone before opening the portal. The child fell right out of the sky and landed perfectly on the couch, they were already wearing a helmet and looked quite shocked by the cushioned fall.

Well, it was a big shock to the assembled crowd, but the child gave everyone a lopsided smile and removed their helmet.

“So, I assume I’m here for the exchange program?”

Dadbatos

Well, this child was incredibly… what was the word the kids were using? chill? They were quite chill considering the situation, and was surprisingly prepared for the sudden drop into hell.

“Oh, I had a dream that this was going to happen, and I dream about the future n’stuff. I thought I’d come prepared.” “Ah, that’s very sensible.”

Diavolo recovered quickly from his shock and was positively delighted to meet this little munchkin. He insisted that they had to stay with their dad.

MC was polite, if not a bit overly calm about a lot of things. They didn’t run off to start trouble, and they didn’t seem very impressed by the Devildom itself. It was sort of like this child had a very low maximum level of excitement. Barbatos was glad his child wasn’t some little hellraiser.

He was never a child himself, so he’s a bit clueless about what children actually enjoy. Here child, have a… have an old torture weapon. Don’t use it on anyone who doesn’t deserve it :)

(I’m kidding, Barbatos is too responsible to give one of his instruments of torture to a child. That’s for when they’re older.)

“MC,” Barbatos knocked on his child’s door. “Have you done your homework?”

MC answered the door with a grin on their face. “Yep, done this week’s and next week’s. I’m getting a head start on the potions project due next week.”

Barbatos almost breathed a small sigh of relief. Thank the stars his child was responsible, it already took a big chunk of his energy to make sure Diavolo didn’t get distracted from his paperwork. Though, his stress levels did rise a tad when he got a glimpse at the mess in MC’s room.

“Are you going to clean that?”

“Nah,” MC shrugged. “It’s whatever. I know where everything is and nothing’s a fall risk. See you at dinner, father.”

And with that, MC shut the door. Well… no child was perfect.

As much as MC’s lack of cleanliness bothers Barbatos, he knows his kid isn’t being maliciously lazy, just for the love of the Demon King please stop leaving cups on the coffee tables without a coaster!

Oh yeah, Luke has a big sib. Sorry- little sib, because Luke isn’t some chihuahua child, he’s a totally mature grown-up Angel.

Barbatos is the type of father who will let his child go off and have whatever kind of fun they want as long as they don’t slack on their important duties.

Barbs also has a goddamn torture dungeon so we here at Stupid Headcanons inc. do NOT recommend trying to eat MC. Doing so may result in you wishing you were dead.

Don’t fuck with the butler.

Lucifer

…out of literally everyone in the room, the last person Lucifer expected to have a secret scandal baby… had a scandal baby. Damn.

At least the human wouldn’t have to live with him and his brothers. The last thing Lucifer wanted was for Barbatos to be even more aware of the chaos that went down in that house every single day.

MC and Lucifer have a healthy level of respect for one another, but Lucifer just can’t shake the feeling that this kid is messing with him somehow.

Just, little things… MC offering him fruit and loudly assuring him that it was just blackberries and nothing poisonous, asking if the RAD uniform suits his tastes, proclaiming that the dirt was high quality-

SOMEONE TOLD MC ABOUT LUCIFER’S FIRST VISIT TO THE DEVILDOM!

MC wasn’t exactly visibly goading him, they said everything with an innocent smile on their face.

When MC starts getting nosy with the attic, he’s not terribly sure how to deal with it. He was going up against a child that could at least partially tell the future. After the first time Lucifer told them to scram, they never went back to the steps… at least not when Lucifer was there to guard it…

After everything goes down, Lucifer is glad that MC wasn’t hurt or anything. He’d come to like the child and it’d be awful to lose the only person who could get his more hyperactive brothers to calm down.

Mammon

Mammon wasn’t present for the meeting, but when he was informed later, the news was met with an eloquent: “the fuck? Huh, wild.”

He isn’t too interested in MC at first. At least until the little runt saved him from getting busted for skipping class. Mammon was just eating his lunch in the courtyard when MC passed by and calmly told him that if he skipped class he should not hang out in the west staircase because Lucifer was going to walk down those steps during third period.

At first Mammon tried to brush off the warning, but ended up listening to the kid anyway, and what do ya know! He didn’t get caught by Lucifer!

That’s when it clicked that MC could see the future, right? Right?! Ya know what Mammon could use that for?! Right?!

Gambling! Scams! Schemes! General shennaniganery!

MC wasn’t terribly enthused about the entire situation, so they may have messed with Mammon a little. Just a bit.

It’s not like Mammon ever listened when MC told him to cut his losses and leave the casino anyway 🙄

Leviathan

First reaction? Thank the anime gods that there wouldn’t be another normie living in the house with him…

Reaction upon hearing that the MC was Barb’s kid? Really? Barbatos? Wow… well, to be fair Levi totally understood why someone would be attracted to Barbatos, I mean, Levi’s watched plenty of anime involving butlers, but Barbatos actually having a living breathing child? Damn.

But still, Levi wasn’t going to hang out with some normie brat. He had better and nerdier things to devote his time to.

Whenever MC visited, Levi was up in his room. But once MC decided to poke their head in the door while Levi was in the middle of gamer raging.

They calmly sat Levi down and explained to him that he could be upset about whatever happened in his game, but lashing out wasn’t going to fix anything or make him better at the actual game.

…damn it… they were right.

Slowly but surely Levi and MC built up a friendship, and the brothers rejoiced at the lack of rage related Lotan summons.

Satan

Out of everything Satan could have possibly expected from the second exchange student, this was not one of them.

Satan began to wonder exactly how MC’s powers worked, he didn’t exactly have any concrete data to compare them to because Barbatos was so mysterious

Hm, how very interesting. Satan decided that it was up to him to satiate his own curiosity and began to study MC. To be honest, MC wasn’t being terribly interesting.

They were a pretty normal kid all things considered. MC went to class, made friends, did their work, very very normal. Well, except for the fact that they seemed to dodge practically every unfortunate thing that could have happened to them.

They’d stop at the perfect time to avoid something accidentally being spilled on them, they always had pencils ready, and they always seemed to know exactly when a teacher was coming… mad sus.

Satan eventually confronted MC about this, and they just shrugged and explained that they tend to dream about what was most likely to happen the next day and would adjust their actions accordingly.

It may have been anticlimactic, but MC did inform Satan that there would be a cat in the courtyard in fifteen minutes.

HE NEEDED TO GO!

Asmodeus

Asmo had genuinely been looking forward to the new exchange program, he was excited to have a new face around the house to shake things up! He loves his dear brothers but spending thousands of years with them makes their shenanigans become a bit… well, a bit boring.

But my oh my, the new face was being obscured by that tacky bicycle helmet… the new face looked an awful lot like Barbatos…

Once Asmo registered what was going on, he was positively enchanted with the little half human. They were just so cute! They looked like a baby Barbatos with those adorably chubby cheeks!

Oh Barbatos~ he just had to let Asmo babysit!

When Asmo managed to sweep MC away for a fun day with shifty uncle Solomon, he was reminded of all the shenanigans that he, Barbatos, and Solomon used to get up to.

*sigh, Barbie was always so busy… no time for a fun night of torture, chaos, and revelry

Anyhoodles~ MC was always such a relaxed little thing. They let Asmo vent whenever any awful tragedies occur, like when Asmo finds a sweater that isn’t in his size… *sniffle*

Beelzebub

A child of Barbatos? The best cook in the three realms Barbatos?! …hey kid want to hang out with cool uncle Beel?

Beel tried everything in his power to get MC to make him food. I mean, the genetic disposition for making good food has to have been passed down from father to child!

When MC finally made Beel food, he was ecstatic!

…Until the food touched Beel’s tongue and he realized it wasn’t good, it was just… okay. Average. Passable.

Aw man… but the kid looked so excited to have made something for Beel…

Beel really hammed up his reaction to make MC feel better. Beel was like “Wow. So good. Amazing.” “Thanks Beel.”

Very sweet child, they don’t mind being used in place as a dumbell.

Belphegor

Damn, and here Belphie was, thinking Barbatos has standards. Apparently not!

When MC went and walked up the attic steps, Belphie was almost bouncing on his toes in anticipation. This human had been a pain in the rear to call up, so he was excited to finally get a good look at them. And lo and behold, a half demon child of Lord Diavolo’s butler.

MC grinned and greeted Belphie first, using his name and asking why the Avatar of Sloth was stuck up in the attic of his own home when he was supposed to be in the human world. Belphie was flabbergasted and didn’t exactly know how to respond.

He came up with a new plan quickly. Belphie didn’t exactly know how this kid’s powers worked, so he’d continue with trying to trick them into opening the attic door. Allowing Belphie to end their miserable little life and thus ruining the exchange program.

The child continued to visit Belphie up in the attic, relaying the events of what was going on, and Belphie continued to play the part of prisoner. Until one day in particular…

MC appeared in front of the door, looking a tad more unkempt than normal, they weren’t smiling their usual carefree smile either. Their eyes bore holes into Belphegor’s skull as they flared at him.

“How long have you been planning on killing me?”

MC had seen the future where they died at Belphie’s hand, and they sure as hell were not going to let him out of the attic after that. Though, they did tell Belphie about Lilith’s true fate before they left, and assured Belphie they had no reason to lie to him about something he wasn’t directly involved in.

So, Belphie did get let out of the attic eventually, and even though MC smiled and welcomed him back all the same, there would always a barrier between the two. Broken trust wasn’t easy to mend, after all.

#I just like to think that the kid just carries weapons with them in their bag #But they never use the weapons for what they’re SUPPOSED to be used for #Like- MC: Oh yea this is meant for pulling out teeth but it’s big and heavy enough that I can just clobber someone with it #obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

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etherealluminescence · 3 years

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op, p l e a s e do this one.

gn-mc is a great fighter according to their profile, but everyone severely underestimates them, since they’re kinda short and they’re thinking it’s to human standards. as soon as they come though the three (Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer) realise that the number of fights have gone down, and that RAD is a lot more quiet. Apparently mc had fought all the trouble makers or scary students on a whim, and has forced like 30+ scary demons into pacts, and plans to conquer RAD’s bad students. on top of that, they’re just like “one day i’ll beat the shit out of diavolo too fair and square, and conquer him as well.” for the brothers and undateables. bonus if mc said they only started their “conquest” because someone tried to bully Luke, so they decided to just conquer the demons for him like a good? older sibling

Holy shit OP this is what I signed up for when I started doing headcanons. Recently I’ve been working on my actual novel but I am still writing these out! I decided to answer this first because the creativity just HIT me.

The part that killed me is just how they did it for luke, I love him like my own son. Also side note the goth theme on tumblr hits different I really like. WARNING - a little bit of language, and violence.

Everyone reacting to GN!MC “conquering” RAD’s demons

Lucifer

He had chosen you and noticed your profile, thinking that is was almost cute humans would consider a tiny thing like you strong.

He immediately brushed you off when he saw how close you were to the chihuahua, thinking that you too, are just like a tiny chihuahua then.

But he soon hears less and less about fights going around, and even Diavolo investigates with him, and he is beyond shocked. He severely underestimated you.

He finds out because he forced some lesser demons to talk, and they were in tears saying you forced them to make a pact with you each time they lose, and by your order they weren’t allowed to fight students anymore, or else you’d punish them.

Although it was the truth he didn’t quite believe it, so they followed you around for a day before realising it absolutely was, you kicked ass so hard, the demon was crying and unrecognisable, and you forced him into a pact while snot was even coming out his nose.

He then sees you open the door behind you and take Luke’s hand before walking away from the bloody scene you had just caused. He was slightly angry and a bit intimidated, how did you, a tiny human do that?

When he confronted you about it, you just held onto his shoulders tightly, answering with “I’ll conquer you too, I’ll conquer Diavolo, I’ll conquer all of RAD, fucker. I am going to protect this child with my life.”

He was about to argue back, possibly attack you, but according to all the students investigated, you had well over 50 pact marks by now, and Diavolo found it amusing, so you were let off with that.

He swears he won’t submit to you, and has to stay on high defense because even at the HOL you will try to attack him with murderous intent to get the pact. 0/10, wants a new exchange students.

Mammon

He was the first one you made a pact with, and afterwards he started following you around like a dog, despite literally calling Luke a dog.

He knew you were a good fighter since you kept saying so, but he kept telling you demons were another level, and you should be glad to have him.

You and Luke hung around a lot, while Mammon thirdwheeled, and finally came the day of your first fight. Mammon was ready to defend you, but you ordered him to sit as you beat the literal fuck out of the demon.

Mammon couldn’t tell if that was a lesser demon or a dismembered corpse at that point, and covered Luke due to all of their screaming in agony. When you were done, you kicked their head into a wall and demanded a pact, making him slightly pouty but happy he’s alive:

Getting the pact, you left and gave a head pat to both Luke and Mammon, telling them that they’re safe with you. Mammon didn’t like it at first but then he loved it.

It didn’t take Lucifer long to find out, and when you told him with such confidence that you’d “conquer all of RAD, including Diavolo” he was like woah!! You’re going to die for that, but you’re amazing!!

And then you didn’t die, because Diavolo found it funny, and you were only serving justice to those who cause mayhem at the moment, so it was fine. He also accidentally finds out that you rival Lucifer in power, and absolutely won’t let Lucifer punish him, because in your words, “Mammon is my property now, whore.”

You were the only person to protect him, and he absolutely loves you, he may be weaker than you, but he loves staying by your side and saying he’d beat people up for you anyways.

Leviathan

Levi never really talked to you at first, nor found out about the incidents because he didn’t go to school, but when he heard Mammon talking about it he thought he was exaggerating a lot.

Even Lucifer said you were strong, but he refused to believe it at first, even denying the pact marks you had. Until you beat the life out of Levi during the TSL games.

He got angry at you and tried to kill you, so you ripped him apart, quite aggressively. He swore his tail had bite marks in them, and that he couldn’t see out of his left eye for a week. The icing on top was you demanding a pact from him. He finally believed.

After you calmed, he made a pact with you, and was now afraid of you, until you comforted and apologized to him, telling him he did try to kill you first.

When Luke comes over one day, you invite him into Levi’s room, no permission, and start to talk, and when Levi tries to make fun of him, Mammon shuts his mouth.

“Luke is the whole reason they decided to start their conquest, the whole school knows that by now!” Mammon shushed him, and Levi began feeling a little jealous that the chihuahua got more of your attention than him. But when he hears that you ALSO want to conquer Diavolo, he’s just like !?!!??? You’re crazy.

But more than that you’re like some over powered anime protagonist who got sucked into a different world with over powered plot armor, Levi thought, and he really liked it.

Begs you to come with him when he’s trying to buy stuff in lines, so anyone who tries to cut gets the life beat out of them when they do.

Satan

Absolutely member #2 of your fan boy club, Diavolo being the first one in it.

He thinks oh yeah, you can fight sure. But when he witnesses it he absolutely loses his mind. A human shouldn’t be that strong, but the way you force a pact mark from them, and even defended the tiny chihuahua before leaving, while being tiny yourself, he was interested in how your body worked.

But what really excited him and made him like you is when Lucifer entered the room and you sent a flying kick to him, putting up a harsh fight as well, before you break the table when you were knocked into it, calling it a tie.

“I swear one day I’ll conquer you and force you to make a pact with me. I’ll wipe that smug look off your face, fucker. And once I do that, I’ll beat the shit out of your prince, too.” You spat, getting up and holding your back.

So now you went from protecting the chihuahua to devildom domination? Basically asks you to make a pact with him so you can use him to fight Lucifer. When you tell him you want a fair fight, and that you’ll beat Lucifer yourself, he’s just so excited because you held your own for five minutes, and Lucifer can’t even kill you!

Literally tags along each time you decided to fight Lucifer and cheers you on so hard. Will purposely try to make you and Lucifer run into each other at the halls, so you automatically try to hurt him.

Please tell him not to eat so much popcorn, we know the show is good but it’s like he has boxes of them now knowing you’re hating? on Lucifer like him.

Asmodeous

Has absolutely freaked out and began cowering in a corner, shaking, begging you anywhere but the face.

He came to watch the show of you beating up a demon, not realizing it was you at first. When he did, he was so shocked and got closer to make sure.

You mistook him for the demon’s crew who made fun of look and tried to attack, seeing red. He held his own for a minute, before you almost rip off his wing in one swing.

He’s begging for forgiveness like the demons, despite not doing anything wrong at all. When you calm and realize it’s just human, you make the other demons unrecognizable and get your pacts, before making your way to him.

He’s just crying not his face, while you just say “Pact mark.” Pointing out you won fair and square against him, too.

He gives it too you beyond willingly, just not his face, he doesn’t even think twice. Nodding, you take Luke’s hand and leave.

He has to leave too for then next class, but then sees Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos confront you.

Is afraid for you but then you literally punch Lucifer and tell him you’ll conquer him, and then turn to Diavolo and declare his ass as your own, making Asmo secretly swoon but worried.

Actively tried to avoid you while at the HOL for awhile, but noticing your docile nature when you’re not fighting, he felt a little comfortable with you, and right now his only concern is how many callouses your hands are getting from punching thick skulls.

Beelzebub

This man wanted to believe you when you said you were a strong fighter in passing conversation with him, but he just couldn’t. You were the tiniest creature he’d ever seen, and he was so sure you’d crush under one of his hugs.

He heard you were protecting Luke from the whispers of lesser demons, but he didn’t think it was through fighting.

This all changes when on his way to practice, he watches you beat up one of his teammates so hard they’re crying, they’re so huge, and yet lost to you, and the fact you sent him flying and cracked a wall, by one kick.

When you said you wanted a pact mark, he was shocked the rumors were true. On top of that, Luke was near by holding a cake he planned to give Beel as thanks for something he did for him earlier that week.

He watched you wipe the blood off your hand and pat Luke’s head, with a gentle smile. When he came in, Luke ran to him and gave him the cake, and he learned everything.

You were the one subduing the demons around here, big or small, and even protected Luke. He even learned that you challenge three totally strong demons, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo.

He totally believed you could do it now, with what he just witnessed. He’s seen his fair share of fights with egotistical demons thinking they’re so tough just because they play sports, and he’s seen guys at the gym, you were beyond that.

You had speed, strength, and great perception. Wasn’t even mad that practice was delayed, and began going to the gym with you, and will happily play with Luke too, another older sibling figure for Luke.

Belphegor

When he exited the attic and tried to kill you he watch his brothers grab popcorn from the sidelines, as they said to him enjoy dying.

He was confused at first, but then got the LIVING HELL beat out of him, oh how the turns have tabled. He intended to murder you, but you nearly killed him.

You forced a pact out of him as well, kicking him repeatedly where the sun doesn’t shine until he agreed, understanding why even Lucifer stood back. It’s not because they wanted you dead, it’s because they couldn’t stop you.

When he gains consciousness later, he finds out Lucifer is the only brother you haven’t made a pact with, and that you have over 80 pacts at this rate, and that you even planned to conquer Diavolo.

He thought it was stupid at first but after seeing you fight Lucifer, with no cheats just your normal hands for combat, while Lucifer was in demon form struggling, he understood he really liked you.

“Soooo... when are you beating the shit out of Diavolo?” He asks, and he also nearly makes the mistake of calling Luke a dog before Beel puts a hand over his mouth.

Jaw nearly drops and he loses his mind when he finds out you only started beating the shit out of people to make Luke happy.

Diavolo

This man just fucking cackles, like after watching you fight, he’s just in full tears from laughing. He’s just clapping, and telling you that’s amazing.

When Lucifer asked why you did it, you stood tall despite your short stature, and looked him in the eye with no fear. “I’ll beat each fucker who approached Luke, I’m going to defend him with all my fists got, and if you get in my way, I’ll do the same to you.” You said, before turning to Diavolo.

You walked up to him, and pulled his tie down so he could meet your eyes, and declared, “I’ll even beat the shit out of and conquer you too, one day, prince. I’ll be the ruler of this place one day. Prepare yourself for that day, until then, I won’t stop:”

This makes him laugh, not belittling you, but telling you he can’t wait, and he hopes that day comes soon, because he wants to fight you as well, and he hopes you hold nothing back against him.

He loves how strong you are, he loves how you want to protect Luke, he loves that you only did it to protect, and didn’t even bother to summon a demon, you did it with your own style. That took guts, confidence, and the fact you told him of all people with that confidence you would one day conquer him, his heart fluttered.

He would definitely start watching over you, and probably fan boy over you. The first person to ever force the prince of the Devildom to lower himself; and they even declared they would be the one to make him their’s, by forming a pact mark. It was honestly amazing to him, and he likes it.

Barbatos

He really should of seen this coming, a new fighting student, who was clinging to Luke protectively, and suddenly all the bad demons were being silenced.

Guess there’s no need for his torture chamber anymore, you’re much more feral than whatever he does, he just needs to sick you on them.

Joking aside, he doesn’t really take it too seriously. It’s great you can get a lot of pacts, and defend yourself, and even want to conquer Diavolo by forcing him to give you a pact mark, but he knows you’re still no match for him yet.

To get to Diavolo, you’d need to beat him up, and he’s a bit of a harder fight than Lucifer, by that he means a lot, he won’t even flinch if you bite his tail when he grabs you by it and puts you out the room, with a smile on his face.

It’s become a game at this point for the both of you to try and fight each other, you trying hard to get a pact mark out of him. He even offered it to you at one point, but you told him you wanted to win it fair and square, and he’s just in love with you even more because of that.

He’s pretty much a dad to Luke, so he appreciates how kind you are to him, and appreciates how you have your own set of morals for fighting, making him know that if Diavolo were to ever make a pact mark with you, it would all be fine.

Solomon

“Hey... are you sure you’re not actually the demon?” Solomon asks you, looking at the sheer amount of pact marks on your body, one week after coming to the devildom.

He’s seriously impressed by you, considering how easily you beat up demons without any weapons, magic, or underhanded tactics. You simply use your fists and legs, sometimes your head, but you get the job done scarily.

He’s even more impressed when he finds out the reason, you were visiting purgatory hall and Luke was being rather loud. “I can’t believe that’s the 7th demon this week that fought with you! You’re just so cool, you’re so strong! Thank you for protecting me!”

Probably wants to try to enhance your strength with a potion, and offers it to you when you try to have your epic showdown with Diavolo, claiming he is the boss and Barbatos and Lucifer were his right hand men who dragged Luke into this mess.

You decline though, wanting it to be fair and square. Truly admires yet fears you. But then again, i don’t think you stabbing him would making him afraid of you. I don’t think this man can feel it at all, unless it was you dying.

Anyways, he’s delighted to ask the demons you make pacts with to make pacts with him as well.

Simeon

Nearly loses his mind at first. He’s so concerned if you’re hurt,, but then he’s just like wait what.

Luke had told Simeon all about it when he reached purgatory hall, about how you beat up a demon for him, and even promised to always protect him. Simeon is really distraught you may of been hurt protecting Luke while he was busy.

But then Luke tells him about how you forced a pact mark out of the demon, and you didn’t even break a sweat, and that is was the coolest.

He doesn’t tell Diavolo about this thinking it was just a one time thing, and tries to watch over you two more. But then he sees you and he’s literally just frozen.

Humans aren’t that powerful right? And when Lucifer Diavolo finally confronts you about it, he watches as you just stare him down and declare that you’re going to conquer him as well, to make Luke feel happy and safe in devildom.

Needless to say Simeon is extremely panicked about your well-being, but extremely happy Luke is protected by someone so kind to him. Probably doesn’t approve of the violence, but Luke adores you.

Luke

The first time you met him you told him not to worry about the demons, because if they ever bullied him you would beat the life out of them.

He thought you were just saying that, and he said that he too would protect you, which you found extremely adorable and nearly went “I’m taking this kid home with me and he’s my child now.” not that anyone could physically stop you.

He found out you were actually sincere about it when the two of you were alone in RAD’s hallway, trying to leave for purgatory hall since he invited you over.

You two were stopped by a demon, who tried picking a fight on easy prey, and it was quite frankly, the worst mistake of his life, ever.

You beat the LIVING SHIT out of him, and even told Luke to look away, because this man was beyond recognisable, because you were so small you could easily duck and move fast, so the demon didn’t even land one hit on you.

Just because he’s a demon, doesn’t mean his stamina is forever you figured, and beat him up, forcing him to make a pact with you. You had one with Mammon already, so you knew how it worked, especially knew you could have multiple due to Solomon.

When it was over, you told Luke he could look, and there was zero damage to you and he was just like woah!! You’re so cool! And from then on you stuck close to him, literally demolishing any demon he thought looked scary, or just stared at him for too long.

When Diavolo comforted you about it, you stared him dead in the eyes saying “I would literally beat the shit out of you for Luke, so you better hope he starts liking the devildom soon, fucker.”

Diavolo laughed and Luke insisted you didn’t have to go that far, but you just patted his head and said it was okay.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me hc #obey me headcanons #obey me headcanon #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me Satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me Simeon #obey me Luke

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Sukiiiiiii!!! I just had a hc about the bonten husbands so come sit here lemme tell you *pats beside me*

aight so imagine the bonten hubby has been gone for a long time due to a mission and the second they walk through the home doors the wives just launch themselves at them in a koala hug

mikey wouldn't even stumble just catching her just hold her soo close and cuddling into her neck before walking to their room and just smooshing his face in her tibby and just sleeb "I just wanna be close to you now..."

ran just catches her and spins her around before plopping himself on the couch and just peels her off of him so he can smother her in smooches "haha, did you miss me?"

rindou would stumble ever so slightly just cause he was startled but once he noticed how his wife was shaking with worry he just moves to sit on the couch and press small kisses against her temple and face "I'm sorry for worrying you, I won't leave your side"

sanzu just screeches and catches her just hopping over to the couch to settle her down and just nuzzle against her as she gently kisses the scars on his face "awee, someone missed me!"

kokonoi just falls over as she cuddles into his chest, a big pout on her face as she looked up at him with slightly teary eyes, he just sits up and cradles her against him, pressing kiss after kiss against her flushed cheeks "don't be upset, I took off for the next few days let's just stay like this"

kakucho would be startled™️ but slowly looks down to see his smol shaking wife, and he just hugs her so close as she whimpered about missing him, just absolutely breaking his heart as he moves over to their room and laying down, letting her use his arm like a pillow "don't cry, I'm sorry, I missed you so much"

hehehe

-👁👄👁

BONTEN HUSBAND HC’S YES !! *plops myself down to listen*

CUDDLY MIKEY !! i repeat, CUDDLY MIKEY !! okay so we all know bonten mikey has had his soul sucked out of him by his dark impulse so he needs his dose of affection and love too. he’s going to be so clingy to his wife once he comes back and poor wifey won’t be able to move when he’s draped all over her, just needy and pouty. he missed her so much 🥺

and ah yes, romantic ran. the man of finest charm and elegant grace. he’ll be so suave about it too, just spinning his lovely wife around and cooing bcos she’s so excited to have him back. safe to say, he’s still wearing his suit foe the next two hours all bcos he refuses to kove from this cuddle position on the couch.

RINDOU. IMAGINE BIG BEEFY BONTEN RINDOU WHO LOOKS SO DONE WITH THE WORLD STUMBLING AT THE FORCE OF HIS WIFE GREETING HIM WITH. she’s littering him with kisses and tugging at his tie to meet his lips while saying how much she missed him bcos it’d been too long, too lonely. anyways, rindou’s wife is basically a chihuahua and rindou’s more than happy to reassure her he’ll not be leaving her side for a while <33

wait the sanzu one had me cracking up 😭 can you imagine bonten no. 2 just screeching like a banshee as soon as he comes home just to greet his love who is also just as chaotic as he is 😭 and when she’s kissing his scars, telling him how beautiful he is and it’s so boring without him, he’s just melting

my gosh. koko - sweet, soft, occassionally teasing koko. tonight is one of those nights where he finds entertainment in teasing as he pokes your cheek, arm half numb with your weight on top of him. he finds it so cute with how much you’ve missed him. and ofc, he’s not the least bit shy to pull out money for a relaxing trip just to enjoy his day off’s with you <33

NOW KAKUCHO OKAY THIS MAN IS HUSBAND MATERIAL. CANON. WAKUI SAID SO /j. No but Kakucho would feel really guilty knowing how lonely you’ve been so he’s all over you the next instant while cradling his sweet wife to his chest, reassuring her he’s not leaving her side. not even mikey can make him leave and he’ll just be so precious help i’m in love with this man 😭✋🏻

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #👔 ― bonten! husbands exclusives #long ask #anon:👁👄👁#🔖― tokrev musings

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christinebloodwrittings · 2 years

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So here's an idea for you a female reader is shrunk and gets lost in Avengers tower she runs into Thor and Loki who are both very curious about her as they've never seen anyone so tiny. Thor is kinda insensitive and loud and not as gentle as he could be he let's his curiosity get the better of him. but Loki tries to keep him from poking and manhandling her too much. Mayby some hurt / comfort from Loki.

You ask I write! 💚💚 Thank you so much for your request!!

I'm seriously considering a Shrink!Reader series xD

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader.

Words: 1028

Summary: Loki first meets you and comforts you after a mission where you came back being less than five inches tall.

Warnings: None actually.

Loki Taglist: @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @lucky-foxface

The Wrong End

"This is not funny," you growled, as Tony tirelessly laughed at the fact that, due to one of the chemicals that exploded in the lab, you were less than five inches tall. "Sorry, you look so cute" you raised your middle finger at him, Natasha smiling at your attitude, "You look like a chihuahua" Clint added, causing the redhead to finally laugh, "Because of how petite and scandalous she is now? Then yeah" they all busted in laughter.

One mistake, one, and you end up smaller than a barbie.

You had always been looked down upon for being the young agent, but that had set the bar higher. Fortunately Steve was silent, albeit with a sideways smile.

The ride back to the tower was torturous enough, but then the worst happened, Bruce told you the effect was going to last at least two days, and then you took a wrong turn and got lost in the tower.

Perfect.

Your senses started to panic when you heard the loudest footsteps you've ever heard, they sounded like a thunderstorm.

"Fuck!" You muttered while looking up, you saw a giant blonde guy looking at you funny, "Loki, brother come look at this" before you could process the situation the man grabbed you and lift you up, occasionally shaking you.

"I didn't know that humans could come in this size, you're so tiny" he said while poking at your cheek too roughly, "Ow! Stop it, put me down now!" You commanded, but your tone also shrunk, so you sounded like you inhaled helium to him, which made him laugh.

"What is it that has you so amused?" Loki froze when he saw you, struggling to get out of Thor's grasp, "What is that?" He asked with discomfort, "Hey! I'm a person, now let me go!" But Thor wasn't listening to you, his hand was hurting your ribs and squeezing your legs too tight, causing you to let out a cry of pain.

"Let me go you asshole!” you kept trying to make him understand, and even though Loki tried to call on his brother’s attention, but resorted useless.

Nonetheless, he managed to snatch you up from Thor's hand, to carefully place you on his open palm, you kept wincing and squirming due to the physical pain and the feeling of the bruises forming on your skin.

“Look at her, you oaf, she’s hurt because of you” Loki raised his voice at his brother, who backed up a couple of steps with his eyes wide open. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I let the excitement get the best of me, is there anything I can do to-“ Thor wanted to reach out for you again, but Loki slapped his hand away.

“I’ll take care of her while you cover for me with the rest of the clowns” with that Loki turned on his heels and walked away, “I will take you to my room, will you be okay with it?” you nodded against his finger, you were too tired to give him a vocal response and too hurt to fight him anyways.

“You must tell me where exactly you are hurting, I can’t exactly tell due to your size, so you’ll have to make an effort in giving me a response” he spoke softly, his eyes were giving you a worried look. You pointed your legs and torso, he then proceeded to use his seiðr, his free hand glowing green on top of you, reliving you from the pain.

“Thank you” you breathed after feeling better enough to sit up straight on his hand, “Don’t mention it, how did you get to such state? To my knowledge, humans shouldn’t be this small” he scoffed, looking down at you with a funny look, “Yeah, I screw up on a mission, ended up small…as you can see” he hummed in response, leaving you on top of the bed.

“How?” he asked turning his back on you to walk to his bathroom, “How what?” he came back with a red metal box, “I don’t see how you screw up, did your team completed the mission?” you nodded, “Then this is just a minor detail, you came back alive and got the job done, that was all that mattered” he kneeled and said those words like it wasn’t a big deal, while taking your head in between his middle and index finger to close up some cuts on your face with a swab barely moistened with rubbing alcohol.

“How long until you’re back to your normal size?” he arched a brow to you as he pressed the swab to your nose, making you wince due to the sting, “Two days” he hummed again, pensative, “Then you can stay here for the time being, I will take care of your recovering” he took away the dirty swab and closed up the box.

You wanted to ask why. He was the same guy that destroyed New York, you talked to him for the first time that afternoon, why he was being this nice to you? A complete stranger. But you were very grateful, so you decided you weren’t going to question his actions, so you got up and in your tippytoes you managed to plant a kiss on the corner of his lips, your target was his cheek, but he had moved unconsciously.

“Thank you Loki” you smiled, “It’s nothing” he smiled back at you, setting the box on the nightstand, “How do they call you?” his icy glance fell on you, but he was so warm to look at, so elegant and graceful, “Y/n” your name, you gave him the key to his purpose, a simple set of words that meant the change of plans, "It's my pleasure to meet you, Y/n" his velvet voice caressed your identity, his heartbeat interwinding with yours, “The sentiment is mutual” you were sure you saw him blush, but you were the one blushing, specially when he took your tiny hand in his finger and graced your knuckles with his lips.

That was the start of something, you weren’t quite sure of what exactly, but it was surely something that could never come from the wrong end.

#loki of asgard #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki fic #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki fics #loki #loki series #loki show #loki tv #loki of jotunheim #loki odinson #loki odison x reader

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years

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Again

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Warnings: Notes of depression and suicidal thoughts but nothing explicitly mentioned

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: Five Hargreeves seems to have his heart taken by a mysterious girl who has spent a lot of time with him in a future that he’s trying desperately to erase.

Author’s Note: My first TUA work and so kinda excited for it. Will there be a part two?? Undecided for now must most probably not.

Forever Taglist: @simonsbluee

“Hello?” Five called out as he walked closer to where the heaps of his findings had fallen down. The dust cloud was making it difficult to see but as soon as it settled, he sighed.

‘Of course.’ Why did he even expect to find anyone?

But then another pile fell down and he knew it couldn’t have been a coincidence. He ran over the coincidence fallen debris to find you hiding behind it, looking dehydrated and in tears.

His eyes widened when they landed on the burns on your body, finding it amazing that you even managed to survive them.

But compared to the others, you got off easy.

“Hello?”

The whole while you had been staring at him but it was only when he spoke it felt like you were actually looking at him.

Immediately, you got to your feet, tears spilling onto your cheeks as you threw your arms around him. He instinctively caught your form as it collided with his, holding you close as you buried your head into his neck, sobbing.

“I’m so glad you found me.”

****

Allison noticed the way Five looked longingly across the street. At first, she thought he was just staring lovingly at the cafe because he needed a shot of espresso but she quickly noticed that his eyes were locked on the tables outside the little coffee shop.

In a table right underneath the shade of a parasol, sat you alongside your older sister, just enjoying a drink and chatting very animatedly. She looked between the two of you a couple of times, wondering which one of you Five was staring at but ultimately deciding that it wasn’t important.

“Five?”

“Hmm?” He answered distractedly, not shifting his gaze to his sister and continuing to watch you. Seeing you smile so brightly had a small smile coming to his face but no matter who saw it there was a touch of despair and sadness behind it.

“Do you know her?”

“Not....yet.”

She turned back to the table, watching you drink whatever you had in your cup and wondered what Five meant by that. Were you someone who survived the Apocalypse?

“Yes.”

“Oh, I said that out loud?”

“She’s the sole survivor of the Apocalypse.”

It was as though you could hear them talking about you even though they had the distance of a busy road between the two of you, but you looked up and locked eyes with him, holding your gaze curiously.

He continued to look at you with an unreadable emotion and time slowed down. The noises around Five slowly faded into cotton and the people faded into wisps of sweet-scented smoke.

And then suddenly like as if someone crashed through a window, he heard a glass smash and the trance was broken. You turned back to your sister, only sparing small glances back at him to see if this mysterious stranger was still watching you.

“Five? You okay, buddy?”

He sighed, now knowing that you really couldn’t recognize him and so he turned his back to you, disappointed, to meet his sibling’s concerned eyes.

“I’m not sure.”

****

You cuddled closer to five, watching the fire flicker and trying to stop shivering. He sighed exasperatedly and you knew he was angry with you but you really couldn’t care less about how he felt while your teeth chattered and you shook like a chihuahua.

“I know you’re upset with me because I made us stop but it’s not like we have a deadline or something. It’s just the two of us, we can do things as slowly as we want to.” You told him, trying to relax but something in the back of your mind wasn’t settling right.

You hated being alone with him. You hated being the only 2 people on the planet. Your heart yearned for something else.

“Dammit, (Y/N), we can’t just sit around and do nothing!” He snapped, throwing the last piece of kindling into the fire and a few of the embers jumped out.

“Why not! It’s not like we have anything to live for here anyway! We should just end it now!” You shouted in his face, feeling a wave of tears grow. You missed your normal life, you missed your family, your parents and people.

You missed it all.

“I won’t die like this! I will find a way to stop the Apocalypse even if it kills me! I will fight for it!” It seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than you but all you felt was a weight on your heart and you broke down into tears, hiding your face from Five who immediately felt guilty.

“I can’t fight anymore, Five. There’s nothing waiting for us at the end of the line, I can’t do this anymore, Five, I can’t.” You sobbed.

He pulled you into his arms and you cried into his chest while he rubbed gentle strokes up and down your back while you choked over your own breath. He felt his own tears prick in the corner of his eyes.

“We’ll change it all, there has to be something, (Y/N), there just has to.”

****

“Five are you okay?” Came a concerned voice from one of his brothers but the younger boy (physically) couldn’t tell which one it was. He was far too lost in his own thoughts.

“Five?” Allison called out again, shaking her little brother’s (again, physically) shoulder and he snapped out of his trance, only realizing then he had overfilled his cup of coffee and spilled it everywhere.

“Oh.” He muttered quietly before getting a rag to clean it up.

Above his head, Allison and Klaus shared a concerned look and had a mental conversation about whether they should ask Five what was bothering him. It was likely he would just talk about equations and tell them they didn’t have the capacity to understand it.

But this seemed different to his usual ‘I’m superior than you and incredibly stressed about this Apocalypse’ silence. So, against their better judgement they decided to ask Five about it.

“Five is everything okay? You’ve been acting weird ever since the coffee shop.”

“Oh, coffee shop? What happened at the coffee shop? Was there another gun fight?” Asked Klaus excitedly and Allison spared him an eye-roll before sitting down.

“No, he saw a girl and well, he did that.” She explained, pointing to Five where he stood just holding a rag in his hands and not even bothering to wipe up the mess he made.

“Oh, well I can fix that no problem.” Klaus said, sliding off the table and onto one of the chairs, “You see, baby brother, when a boy comes to the age of puberty—”

“Shut up!” Ben snapped from behind him and Allison slapped the back of his head but Klaus clearly saw the smile on her face before she glared at him.

“Five seriously, what’s wrong? Who was that girl?”

“She—” His voice cracked a little and he cleared his throat, “She’s nobody.”

“Not yet.” She pressed and he sighed before abandoning the rag and sitting in front of them. The older siblings immediately noticed the way he was playing with his tie, fidgeting in a way that was very unlike him.

“You said she survived the Apocalypse. So, the two of you obviously met.”

“Yeah, we did.” He spoke softly, still fidgeting with his collar and not meeting their eyes.

“And I’m assuming she’s important to you somehow?”

He sighed, leaving his collar and from his palm fell out the pendant of the necklace hung around his neck. Although from a closer look, it was a pendant as much as a—

The three of them gasped, “Five, she is not.”

He nodded sadly, hand going back to the wedding band strung on a chain around his neck.

****

“Do you think it’s legal?”

“We’re pretty much the only people here so I’m assuming it is.”

“Don’t we need witnesses or something?”

“That’s a stupid old law, made my stupid old folks that aren’t alive anymore.” He said, smiling gently as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You gave him a teasing smile, reaching up to brush a few strands of hair out of his face.

You couldn’t help the giggles when he reached down to kiss you gently. It was infectious apparently because Five couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his face either as he leaned closer, making your back curve.

“I like the way you think, Mr. Hargreeves.”

“I like the way you kiss, Mrs. Hargreeves.”

You chortled and burst into laughter as did he. It was one of the happiest moments since you both found each other and moments like these were as rare as they came, when the two of you were just laughing in each other’s arms like carefree people.

Of course, you couldn’t have a big fancy wedding with your family and go for a fancy honeymoon, but this wedding gave you something that you had wanted ever since the Apocalypse.

A family.

****

Allison, Klaus and Ben all noticed the way that Five smiled when he thought about you. They noticed the gentleness in his voice and how wistful it became all of a sudden as he told them about you.

Allison grinned at him, feeling incredibly relieved that her brother had somebody to hold him while he had suffered through the apocalypse. Hearing the story of how he survived so many years all alone really broke her heart.

She always knew that she had a rough childhood without the love of a real father, but hearing Five’s story made her feel like she had it easy. At least she had civilization around her.

But even with the relief she felt it was ridiculously incredulous that her brother who couldn’t even drive legally yet was legally married. It was too much to even process and a part of her is reminded of when her daughter told her that she married Elmo.

But the longer she watched Five the more convinced she grew. He actually married you and lived a long life by your side before he came here to stop the Apocalypse.

“Wait...” She spoke up, realization hitting her, “Five, if the two of you met because of the Apocalypse, if you stop it...” She stopped herself from saying the rest, seeing his face fall. Klaus gasped softly from beside them, understanding what Allison was trying to say.

It seemed like Five was trying to gather himself and both siblings say the way he swallowed painfully and the way his mouth quivered for just a second.

“I know.”

****

“I want you to do this, Five.” You told your husband, holding onto him tighter and burying your face into his neck and trying to hide your tears from him.

His arms looped around your waist and he pressed kisses to your shoulder, cradling your head gently. You heard his breath stutter by your ear and tightened your hold on him.

“I won’t leave you.” He said firmly and you sighed but didn’t move from his hold. He was firm on that decision since he married you, giving up on his search to find the correct equation, promising that he wouldn’t abandon you.

But you knew what lied in his heart. His love for his siblings, the guilt for not doing anything to save them and him spending hours awake while you were asleep just wondering what it would have been like had he done something.

“You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t do this.” You murmured and his body shook a little from trying to hold in his sobs.

“I can’t leave you.”

“It’s okay.” You whispered, pulling away to cup his cheeks and you wiped a few of his stray tears away. You knew it must have been tearing him up inside if he was crying and it hurt but you also knew that he needed to hear this.

“It’s okay, I’m happy that we had our time together. I’m so unbelievably happy to have met you, Five, but I know that this is something you need to do.” You told him earnestly, still wiping tears from his cheeks.

“I love you.” He whispered so gently because he was sure his voice would crack.

“I love you too.” The tears running down your cheeks was in contrast to the sad smile on your face as you pulled him in for a hug.

It was after that he began his search to find the right equation again and it was admirable to see him work so hard but also heart-breaking because you knew when he would find the right one the two of you would be separated.

But still you encouraged him and supported him, knowing that in another world, the two of you could have possibly been happier had the Apocalypse not taken place.

It hurt, but at the same time, you wanted it to happen, which broke your heart even more.

And somewhere deep down you hoped that you would meet Five in another life and love him again.

You really hoped.

****

You sat quietly in the corner of the booth with earphones plugged in and reading a book with your favourite drink sitting on the table in front of you. You were so immersed in the book that you didn’t hear the boy in front of you until he tapped on the table politely.

Pulling out an earphone, you looked up to see a boy about your age with a charming smile and a cup of coffee in his hands.

“Hi, do you mind if I sit here?”

“Of course not.” You smiled, moving your bag off the table so he could sit comfortably.

“I’m Five.” He said, holding his hand out for you to shake and you nodded.

“That’s a pretty unusual name, I’m (Y/N).”

He smiled in a mysterious yet adorable way and you couldn’t help but feel that there was a reason he sat down. One you would find out extremely later but for now it was enticing and curious which attracted you to him even more.

“Nice to meet you.”

‘Again.’

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The Right Direction

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Square Filled: Dog walker!Jensen

Pairing: Dog walker!Jensen x Female!Dog walker!Reader

Word count: 2,839 (Wow! I wrote something under 5K lol!)

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes the wrong direction can turn out to be the right one.

Warnings: Some swearing, a bunch of cute dogs, fluff.

Created for @spnaubingo

A/N: This is written for @downanddirtydean‘s 500 followers challenge! Prompt is in bold. I hope you like it twin!! Thank you @deanwanddamons for being a beta on this! As always, I’d love to hear what you all think! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

A wet nose and soft fur were the first things she felt on her hand every morning. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, a groan leaving her as they adjusted to the light in the room. She felt the bed shift and heard the sound of a collar shaking, her smile growing as the furry ball landed in her lap. She stroked her little Corgi’s fluffy hair, kissing the top of his head.

“Morning, Ringo.” She planted another kiss on his head, her hands alternating between squishing his face and running over his light brown and white fluffy coat. “Someone hungry?”

Ringo licked his lips, signalling he was more than ready for breakfast.

“Alright, come on,” she muttered as she gently dropped him down on the floor of her bedroom.

Y/N got up from her bed, laughing as Ringo scurried out of the door ahead of her, stopping to wait impatiently near his bowl. His round behind wiggled, excited to be receiving his breakfast as Y/N picked up the bag of dog food, dropping some into the metal bowl.

“Stay,” she commanded, watching his innocent brown eyes look up at her. Waiting for a few seconds, she smiled. “Eat.”

Ringo gave his lips another lick, bending down and gobbling up a few pieces of dry food at a time. She smiled at him and then went about getting ready for the morning, quickly changing into her sweatpants and oversized sweater, throwing her hair up in a messy bun. By the time she was ready, Ringo was finished eating.

“Alright, shall we go?” she said, bending down in front of him and petting under his chin. She clipped his leash onto his collar, patting him at the same time. “Now, I’m trusting you to be good with the other dogs, so you better listen to me. Okay?”

Ringo gave her a little whine, causing her to lift an eyebrow. “Ringo.”

His paws started to tap excitedly against the floorboards, making Y/N give him a smile. “Good boy,” she said, scratching behind his head and standing up.

She quickly grabbed her keys, phone and wallet, heading out the door of her apartment, and walking down a few flights of stairs, Ringo in tow. She knocked on the door of an apartment, smiling as Mrs. Morris greeted her. She held the leash of her 6-year-old Border Collie, Betty, in her hand and smiled at her.

“Morning, Y/N. How are you?” she asked, as Betty’s tail wagged excitedly when she saw Ringo, more than ready for her walk.

“I’m great, Mrs. Morris. How are you?”

“Oh, you know, can’t complain,” the older woman said, handing her the leash. “Betty’s a little too excited this morning.”

Y/N patted Betty a few times, shaking her head. “I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

With a goodbye, she walked Betty and Ringo down the last two flights of stairs, and out onto the sidewalk. She held onto the leashes, enjoying the sun but there was as a slight chill against her face on the bright autumn morning. They walked for about ten minutes, picking up more dogs along the way. A Bulldog, a Pomeranian and a Chihuahua. Y/N walked them into the dog park, knowing how much they loved to run around and play with each other. They were all from the same neighborhood and socially used to each other, making her job much easier. However, Y/N was in desperate need of caffeine, having forgone a cup at home to get the dogs. Making a quick stop at a vendor, she paid for her steaming cup of black coffee and continued to walk them all down the path in the park, trying to find a clear spot to sit down and let them run around.

Y/N kept the dogs in front of her, all of their leashes in one hand, and her drink in the other, trying to get away from unfamiliar pets they hadn’t interacted with yet. As she smiled down at her fur friends for the morning, she basked in the peacefulness of the walk.

Suddenly, Y/N screamed as she collided with another dog walker, a man completely distracted with his phone and not watching what the German Shepherd and Golden Retriever he was walking were doing. Her shoulder got knocked backwards, her arm coming up and spilling her piping hot coffee all down the front of her sweater. She screamed again as the liquid seeped through the material, making contact with her skin. Thankfully, the sweater she was wearing was thick and she didn’t get severely burnt by the hot beverage.

“Oh my god! I am so, so sorry!” the man apologized, steadying the dog’s leash as he stashed his phone away.

“Sorry?! Watch where you’re going next time, you asshole!” she yelled, using her free hand to wipe the front of her sweater with her sleeve. She hadn’t even looked up at the man yet, focusing on cleaning herself. Her ever loyal companion, Ringo growled at the other dogs, who were slightly bigger than him and were growling back.

“Ringo, it’s okay,” Y/N said, calmly as she pulled lightly on all the leashes, moving the animals behind her legs. They were all starting to bark, getting riled up by the man’s German Shepherd and Golden Retriever.

“I really am sorry,” the man said, as he pulled the dog he was walking back, “He gets really excited when he comes here, and I was trying to message someone-”

“Well maybe don’t do that,” she grumbled, soaking up the coffee with her sleeve as best as she could. She finally looked up, her eyes blinking as she took in the guy who bumped into her. He was incredibly gorgeous, with green eyes that looked guilty and soft and plump lips that he was biting into. She looked like an absolute mess in her casual attire, and here he was, towering over her and looking like a male model in a dog park.

“Please let me buy you another,” he said, sheepishly as he pointed to her shirt.

She shook her head, a little stunned by the good-looking man in front of her. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“I feel terrible,” he muttered, frowning as he gestured to the German Shepherd “He pulled suddenly while I was texting. It’s no excuse, I know, but he must’ve gotten excited when he saw your dogs.”

“It’s really okay,” Y/N reassured him. She felt awful for yelling at him now that she saw how apologetic he was, “They’re not mine. I’m a dog walker. Only the Corgi belongs to me.”

“I am too, but this guy is mine,” he smiled, gesturing to the German Shepherd next to him, who was now sitting and looking up at Y/N. “His name’s Jagger.”

“Jagger? As in Mick?” she asked, chuckling.

“Yeah,” he replied, smiling. He patted the top of the Golden Retriever’s head, smiling. “This is Astro. Neighbor’s kid is a big Jetsons fan.”

Y/N laughed, gesturing to her best friend in the whole world, “This is Ringo.”

“As in Starr?” he asked, smirking.

She laughed again, nodding. “Yeah. The Border is Betty, the Bulldog is Jackson, the Pom is Mimi, and the Chihuahua is Coco.”

“Ringo and Jagger… we sure know how to pick some good names,” he said, smiling at her.

“Yeah,” she agreed, smiling back at him. “Anyway, I should get going.”

“I really feel awful about this,” he muttered, frowning. “Can I make it up to you some time?”

She bit her lip, smiling as she shrugged. “We’ll see.” She would have to think about it, considering they had just met, and it wasn’t exactly the greatest first meeting.

“I’m Jensen, by the way.” He offered his hand, smiling softly at her. She took it in hers and felt the butterflies in her stomach begin to flutter.

“Y/N,” she said, smiling back at him. She looked down when she felt a wet nose against her hand, seeing Jagger nudging at her hand. She crouched down and patted him down, scratching behind his ears. The dogs tried to move around her to get to him, but she kept nudging them away, lightly. He whined when she stood up, pulling on his leash as he tried to follow her.

“Jagger, no. We gotta go, man,” Jensen told the dog, steering him in the other direction with Astro in tow.

With one last look at the man who she was totally caught off guard by, Y/N led the dogs away, unfortunately having to cut their walk short. Jensen smiled as he turned and watched her walk away, hoping that he would see her again. He felt terrible and just hoped he had another shot to get to talk to Y/N. He had seen her from across the park before the collision happened. She was beautiful and despite the horrible circumstance, the moment their eyes met he knew he was done for.

They always say dogs have the best instinct about people, and Jensen was happy to know that Y/N was a good person according to Jagger’s eagerness to go with her. He just hoped there would be no hot coffee in the way of him getting to talk to her the next time he saw her.

A few days had passed since the incident in the park. Y/N was back there again, this time only with Ringo, and it was just after lunch. She handed in her article for the week, meeting her deadline a day early and decided to take her fluff ball for a run around in the dog park once she had submitted the article to her editor. She laughed as he ran circles around her on the grass, a blur of brown and white fur. As he continued to run, Y/N’s attention was suddenly taken away from him, as she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She turned and smiled, seeing the handsome dog walker who bumped into her a few days ago, a white cup in one hand, the leash to his beautiful German Shepherd in the other.

“A peace offering?” he stated.

“You didn’t have to,” she said, shaking her head.

He held out the cup insistently, smiling when she took it. “Yes, I did.”

She held her palm out, allowing the dog to come near her. The animal sniffed her a few times and licked her hand. Y/N instantly moved her hand behind his ears to pet him. “He’s gorgeous.” As is his owner she thought to herself as she looked at Jensen, “How old is he?”

“He’s four,” Jensen told her, smirking. “Still acts like a puppy sometimes, though.”

“Aren’t they always a puppy no matter how big they get?” she asked, chuckling. Jagger started nudging against Y/N, wanting her to play with him. Jensen smiled, glad that his dog approved of her.

“Yeah,” he nodded, and looked down as Ringo came running to her, interested to see who her new friend was. Ringo hopped excitedly towards Jagger, not intimidated by the size difference between them at all.

“Hey buddy, you remember Jagger?” she asked, smiling brightly. She crouched down, calming him slightly as Jagger began to growl. Jensen got down to the dog’s level, holding him back slightly.

“Hey, behave,” Jensen commanded.

Comforting both of the dogs, Jensen let Jagger move forward a little first. He sniffed Ringo as Y/N let him go slightly too, to do the same. They tried to figure each other out, and one lick from Jagger had Ringo running off, turning to see if he would follow. Jensen let him off the leash, watching as he ran off, both of them play- fighting as they rolled over on the grass. Y/N and Jensen stood back, watching their dogs become fast friends.

“He doesn’t take to small dogs so quickly,” Jensen remarked as he watched his German Shepherd play with the small Corgi.

“Ringo loves every dog he comes across,” Y/N said, smiling as she watched them play. “So, I’m glad he found another friend.”

“Me too,” he muttered, smiling. “Jagger’s been lonely. I keep thinking I should get another one just so he doesn’t feel it anymore.”

“Well, until you do… he’s welcome to play with Ringo,” she stated, smiling at the gorgeous man next to her. The butterflies had returned, and she was finding it hard to keep her cool around him.

“Thanks.” Jensen smiled back at her, trying not to hold eye contact with her for longer than necessary, suddenly nervous to be near to her again.

After that afternoon, Jensen and Y/N had a standing meeting every Thursday afternoon in the dog park. As Jagger and Ringo played together, Y/N and Jensen would talk about everything they could before the dogs exhausted themselves. They discussed how they got the dogs, what they did for a living apart from dog walking (Jensen told her he worked at a brewery and Y/N told him she wrote for the paper), their favourite movies, books, music and more. By the fourth meeting, Y/N was hoping that he would ask her out on an official date. She knew she couldn’t be the only one feeling an attraction between them and wished more than anything that he would pluck up the courage and ask her. Maybe she would have to if he didn’t, but that was something she had never done before.

On the day of their usual meeting, Y/N and Jensen strolled the length of the park, walking Jagger and Ringo side by side. Every now and then, they would turn and smile at each other, as Jensen kept telling himself to open his mouth and ask her out on a date. Letting the dogs off their leashes, the owners watched on as they did every week, the dogs now absolute best friends. A brown leaf fell from the tree branch above Jensen and Y/N, landing on her nose and getting stuck there. Jensen laughed as he leaned over, using his thumb and forefinger to remove it.

“Thanks,” she whispered, looking up at him. Their bodies were close, both of them in slightly warmer clothes now that the weather was turning.

“No problem,” he mumbled, smiling. He looked out ahead at the park, worrying his lip as he thought about how to approach the subject of asking her on a date. “Okay, so…”

“What’s up?” she asked, her stomach fluttering at the thought that the moment had finally arrived.

“I, uh… I really like you, Y/N,” he told her, his smile becoming wider as he turned to her.

“I really like you too, Jensen,” she said, beaming up at him.

He sighed in relief, nodding. “Okay, so then… I would love to- I mean that is if you want to, I really want to take you on a non-dog park date.” Dear Lord, this isn’t going well he told himself as he cringed at his bad attempt to ask her out.

“You know…” She laughed as she looked into his eyes. “Must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line.”

Jensen chuckled nervously, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope,” she said, smiling as she winked.

A moment passed as they continued to look at each other. Jensen backtracked, a little more confident this time.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at her. “Y/N, would you like to go out for dinner with me?”

She smiled up at him, finding him so adorable in that moment. “Yes.”

The first date turned into a second. The second into a third. They would meet up in the dog park, some days with Jagger and Ringo, and others with all the others they would walk on a regular basis. With huddles of dogs of different breeds, they walked closer and closer to each other, stealing kisses and loving looks.

Dates and dog walking turned into getting down on one knee, the ring box clipped to Ringo’s collar as Jensen asked Y/N if she wanted to spend her life with him, with Jagger in tow.

They married in a small ceremony, with Jagger and Ringo at their feet, more than happy to be best fur friends forever.

And eventually… the news of an addition to their little family came, with Jensen and Y/N completely over the moon with the dogs getting a human brother or sister.

Y/N sat on the couch, smiling as she patted Jagger and Ringo’s heads, both of them sitting on either side of her, their noses close to her growing belly. Jensen walked in, a bowl of popcorn in his hand, settling into the couch next her, putting Ringo’s body over his legs. Y/N turned to him and leaned in, kissing his lips softly as he turned to her.

They say that dogs have great instinct.

And for that, Jensen and Y/N would always be grateful to have two fur companions that brought them into each other’s lives.

-x-

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