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pseudowho · 6 months ago

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It was an average Monday morning when you, Nanami Kento's wife, were turned into a cat.

"An unusual Curse," Shoko had said, "not longer than a week, surely--"

"Not--not longer than a week?!" Kento spluttered, his glasses lopsided, and, dangled in front of him beneath the arms (legs-- legs, he reminded himself)...you.

You, with two pointed ears, a long whippy tail, your many toe-beans and a perturbed little head-tilt. On the doctors' office couch, a neatly folded (if a little furry) pile of your clothes.

"Meow," you had said.

"Don't 'meow' me," Kento spluttered again, fixing you with a stern look that barely overlaid his concern. You simply stared up at him, long, and feline, and unblinking...and reached out one little paw, pressing it onto the end of his nose.

Kento sighed; a bone-deep, weary sigh. Shoko put out her cigarette, speaking through a haze of smoke.

"Like I said. Give it a week, and Mrs.Nyanyami will be back to nor--"

"What did you just call her?'

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Mrs.Nyanyami, the cat formerly known as Nanami Kento's wife, wanted for nothing.

"I think that tuna's more expensive than anything I've ever eaten," whispered Yuuji to Gojo. On the other side of the conference room, you sat upon the desk before Kento, waiting patiently for the next lump of tuna (meticulously cut into cat-appropriate cubes) to be delivered in his chopsticks.

As Kento's hand approached, you held it close with paw and claws, to steal the pink fish from him. He looked like a surgeon performing heart surgery.

"I just...dont know how he can look so serious while he's doing that," Gojo whispered back, to Yuuji's frantic nods. Still, they watched this freakish nature documentary with quiet obsession.

A higher-up sat down beside Kento, waiting for the meeting to begin. Jolting back, and grumbling, he did a double take.

"Young man-- you can't bring a cat to a Sorcerer's meeting--"

"That's not a cat," Kento snapped, frosty, "that's my wife."

And so began the rumour amongst the higher-ups, that Nanami Kento had gone mad.

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"You should leave her at home--"

"--absolutely not--"

"--really, Nanami...just put the television on, she'll be fine--"

"--unequivocally, no--"

"--why not?!"

Silence. An awkward shuffle on Kento's thick chest. You peeked your head out of the pocket of the cat-carrying hoodie that Kento wore over his shirt and tie, and turned to Gojo with narrowed eyes.

"Meow," you had said, batting at Kento's strings, and hooking his tie out with your paw, to kick it to death with your legs.

"I agree," said Kento, whispering and scratching you beneath the chin until you purred, "he's wrong, isn't he? Stupid Gojo. You'd get lonely. You'd get bored. Yes you would..."

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"Oh my god...he's gorgeous...you should get his number--"

"--I'm not brave enough...you go. I'll get our coffees."

"--okay, okay..." The woman cleared her throat, sweeping her hair behind one ear with her best smile. Kento looked up from his coffee, with one finely raised eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" He lied, unwilling to help anyone at all before he'd finished his croissant.

"Hi, yeah, I just...can't help but notice you're sitting alone, and my friend-- well she-- she just wondered if she can have your number, and--"

The woman broke off into shrieks. Climbing up her leg, all claws and furry vengeance, was you. She shook her leg, shrieking. You hissed. Your cup of steamed milk clattered over the table, slopping everywhere.

"--o-oh my god-- oh my god, what the hell is this cat doi--"

"I'm sorry," Kento sighed, not sorry at all and dabbing his mouth with a napkin and doing absolutely nothing to help, "it's my cat. She doesn't like company--"

Hisses. Claws. Dirty feral yowls.

"Get this fucking thing off me--"

"I can't take you anywhere. No more steamed milk for you."

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At times, you seemed so human. At others, undeniably cat.

Kento would wake to clattering from the kitchen, bleary and feeling around for you, only to remember, and trace his hand up to the furry, round little patch you'd leave behind on your pillow. He allowed himself just a moment of misery, before getting up.

He followed the sounds of cups and kettle and coffee machine, and leaned against the doorway with sleep-mussed hair and a squinting, teenagerish glare.

You were up on the counter, all four paws and determination. You had gotten as far as switching the kettle and coffee machine on, and heaving the cupboard open with your tiny limbs. Kento watched as you tipped your head sideways, managing to drag two mugs out in your teeth. He winced as they almost smashed upon the counter.

"Come on," Kento rumbled, his voice rusty with sleep, "let me do that."

You meowed at him, batting at the air with one angry paw when he stepped closer. Kento huffed, raising his hands in surrender.

"Fine," he tutted, "but I'll pour the water."

"Meow."

"Why? Because you don't have opposable thumbs, darling."

The fur stood up along your spine. You turned around, and around, in a circle, then sat upright. You turned your back on him while you waited for the kettle to boil. Your tail flicked from side to side, irritable. Kento waited, too, reaching out one hand to stroke your ears.

You nudged your back paw out, and pushed his mug off the side to smash on the floor.

Silence.

"...what is wrong with y--"

"Meow."

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Skitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

Kento groaned, rubbing down his face. He checked the clock, frog-blinking; two in the morning. He groaned harder.

Skitterskitterskitter.

Thunk.

More distant meows.

"Please just come back to bed," Kento moaned into the hands pressed over his face.

SkitterskitterskitterSKITTERSKITTER-- rustlllleerussstle--

Directly over his face.

"Meow--"

"I am begging you--"

RustlerustleTHNKskitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

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"I miss you."

You raised your head to look at him. Your purring hitched. Your ears tilted.

Kento had murmured, his low voice barely audible. The only light in the living room was the ever-changing light of the television screen. Laid on his back on the sofa, with you curled on his chest, Kento stroked down your back with longing.

You crept up his chest, pressing your cold wet nose to his, and purred. Nose to nose, and cross-eyed, Kento could have cried.

"I really miss you," he repeated, swallowing around the lump in his throat. Your claws dug into his chest, just a little. You rub, rub, rubbed your warm furry head along his jaw until he sniffled, and gave a choked little chuckle.

He fell asleep with you on his chest that night. In so many ways, it was familiar; home. In so many others, you were gone forever.

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"Meow."

Kento shuffled. His chest felt heavy...warm. His belly felt warm, too. And his lap, and--

Kento's eyes shot open, his head lifting up from the couch.

You bit your lip, naked on top of him, and smiling. Human. An angel.

"Oh, my love," Kento moaned, crushing you to him in a bear hug from shoulder to toes, "you're back-- I missed you, I was so worrie--"

You batted an arm out, swiping last night's wine glass from the coffee table beside you, to shatter on the floor.

Silence. Kento blinked slowly, looking from the wine glass, to you. You felt your cheeks grow hot, swallowing hard.

"God, I...sorry, Kento. Force-- force of habit--"

Part Two linked here!

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coralinnii · 8 months ago

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Hello Coral~~💖💖✨✨ Congrats on your 2.7k Milestone 💐🎂✨ Like many others, I love your villainess au and happy that many people is supporting it ✨✨ For the event request, I have some brain rots about Sebek Silver Malleus being in a friendly culture (maybe theyre visiting Yuu's hometown and its really welcoming like the people from Kalim's Hometown)!! they refer to them as like their family, gifts them foods the very moment they visited, and not bothered that theyre faes since they know theyre just creatures who protects nature~ i think its a nice culture shock for them considering how secluded and proper briar valley is ✨

‧₊˚✧ It Takes a Village‧₊˚✧

↳ Getting Culture Shock from Your Hometown

feat: Sebek ❋ Silver ❋ Malleus genre: fluff, note: no pronouns were used for reader, established relationships, set before Book 7 (mostly because I haven’t finished it yet),

A lot of the scenarios are inspired and modeled after my experiences growing up, which is very Southeast Asia-coded. So, I apologise if this is not actually how you envision. Hope you still enjoy, though.

similar post: Getting Culture Shock from your Friendly Family (Sebek, Silver, Malleus)

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You’d be absolutely evil if you didn’t even try to warn your uptight boyfriend. I’d love you for that

Sebek has finally found his match as his own voice gets drowned out by the boisterous market vendors and customers, but he’s more surprised by the forward way everyone seems to address each other.

“Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m-”

“Sebek, he’s not really my uncle. We call everyone that.”

You would have to keep Sebek on tight hold because he’s a gullible green bean. The freshman burns in embarrassment at every “handsome boy” or “strong guy” comment calling out for his attention. He won’t lie, his ego is inflated quite a bit but it’s still strange to hear someone other than you call him that.

On the other hand, he’s not too sure how to feel when vendors of all ages were calling out to you the same way. You may be used to it but Sebek isn’t, especially if he’s not used to calling you beautiful or cute himself yet.

But, he could take this as a challenge to improve himself. For every compliment they give, he’ll give you tenfold. This he swears!

To your luck, it seems that the market the two of you were visiting was hosting a mini concert as music and lights filled a well-known open space near the market.

Visitors and locals young and old surrounded the space, either resting while eating their confections or grooving to the catchy tune of the music blasting through the speakers.

Then, a particularly famous song began to play, and Sebek flinched as the crowd suddenly burst in excited cheers and laughter, you included. Many women and men jumped to their feet, with some confidently running to the center of the space. You jumped to your feet as they did, but you chose to stand close to your confused boyfriend.

Sebek’s expression was a comedic masterpiece as he watched you and many others start this synchronized sequence of silly movement, identical to the minor beat. Those who didn’t join were still clapping in unison while joyously laughing.

What sort of local ritual was this?

The synchronous dance was short lived, and soon people were divided into those who resumed their previous activity or continued swaying to the melody.

You fell into the latter category, even reaching to Sebek hoping to persuade him to join you.

Sebek was shocked and a little offended. He was a man of great honor and pride. He’d rather be caught dead than to devolve himself to this undignified manner of dance, if you could even call it so. No, he would never stoop so low, even if the string lights gave off this tempting glow around you, your soft hand still reaching out to him while you looked at him so lovingly…

Well, the knight-in-training thought he could allow such exceptions once in a while, especially when you smiled so beautifully when he joined you on the dance floor.

Don’t let Sebek know, but he became sort of a local online sensation as someone slyly took a video of him smiling so softly at you after putting on such a grumpy persona.

Every reshare of this video was always paired with the caption, “Scary man turns into puppy for his lover”

See, you can’t tell if your community is being especially friendly, or maybe it’s just that the beautiful young man next to you is just too irresistible to ignore.

All the chatty aunties were cooing over Silver and even the laid-back uncles sitting around were praising the cut of Silver’s muscular figure.

But, you won’t say anything because you just wanted Silver to smile and bask in the well-deserved praises.

“The locals here are quite friendly to strangers like me, even offering small treats.”

“Mhm, they sure are.”

Silver is amazed by the seamless blend of close bonds and community from what he sees. Customers casually chatting with workers as children run around without worries in this homely environment.

In comparison to them, Silver felt a little inadequate as he couldn’t express himself as openly as the locals do so easily.

But maybe because they’re so open with everyone, he feels this sense of safety to try.

“So you’re not from around here, are you?” The kind woman asked the silver-haired man as her fingers deftly package and wrap some snacks you two picked out to share with others back in NRC.

“No, I’m actually from Briar Valley.”

“Hmm, that’s the fae kingdom, right?” The woman’s curiosity peaked. “Are you fae, then? I couldn’t tell.”

“Well no, I’m human. I was adopted by my father who’s from Briar Valley.”

“Just him? No one else?” The store owner asked without looking at Silver once, instead moving back and forth to get things done behind the counter, but her attention was still locked on him.

“There were a few others I grew up with, but my father was the one who raised me”

It was only then when the busy woman slowed down a smidge, pausing for a moment before untying the bag that held your snacks. You watched her tossed a few more small packets of snacks near her counter.

“These are very popular, share them with your father.” She looked sternly into your boyfriend’s iridescent eyes, the first time in a while since you’ve been in the store. “Make sure to visit him, okay?”

Silver wanted to protest, to correct the misunderstanding. The snacks the two of you picked out already included some for Lilia and he couldn’t possibly ask for more without paying.

It was up to you to intervene. “Just give up, Silver. You can’t change a woman’s mind.”

The store owner nodded. “Listen to the smart one. Just take it, I insist.”

With a sliver of guilt but a lot of warmth, Silver eventually accepted the kind woman’s offering before leaving the establishment.

What Silver didn’t see however, was you sneaking a few snacks and a drink onto the counter with adequate fare tucked underneath. You shared a look with the store owner before leaving, playfully staring her down to not to refuse your offering.

The store owner let out a laugh, thinking what a cute couple you were.

Regardless of wherever he goes, Malleus sticks out like a sore thumb, a very intimidating sore thumb.

Eyes naturally glance at him with curiosity throughout the market, amazed by the regal figure walking around, like a celebrity strolling around the local areas.

If your hometown speaks another language, some of the market vendors would tell you not-so sneakily how attractive your lover was while Malleus was none the wiser.

But, as curious as the humans were, they were quick to accept him as is, which shocked the fair-skinned fae. It wasn’t as though he was being avoided or judged, but rather the community took him and his inhuman appearance as typical. Undaunted by anything, the nosy sellers would joke and compliment him like any other walking around here.

“What a handsome fae you are, you can be a model!” “And tall! He can reach the top of our tent, haha!”

Malleus can tell his horns and ears are eye-catching to say the least, but everyone was quick to grow accustomed to his features, even warning him to watch his head should he bump into anything in this crowded alley.

“Are those with my features a common prevalence in your homeland?”

“No, you’re a rarity around here. But that doesn't mean you don’t belong here any less.”

“Ah, so this is how a beautiful soul is cultivated,” Malleus thought, gazing softly as you and a kind merchant searched around the store for a shirt that could fit the future king.

The day was setting, and you and Malleus decided to rest at a popular park that was famous for its view of the town. You weren’t alone as both locals and visitors filled the space, either resting or making memories with their friends and families.

Then, you heard a whisper from a timid voice behind the two of you.

“Um, mister.” You turned around to see some local children looking curiously at Malleus.

“Are you fae?” The eldest boy spoke first, nervously clutching his jacket.

When Malleus calmly responded in affirmation, the other children lit up with excited smiles.

“You’re super tall, taller than my dad!” Another child exclaimed, “Are all fae tall like you?”

Malleus smirked rather haughtily. “Very few others, fae or otherwise, stand on par to myself.”

”I’m the tallest in my class!” The eldest boy blurted out, even puffing his chest and slightly leaning on his toes. “It’s because I drink my milk everyday. Do you drink milk?”

You abruptly nudged your lover before intervening. “Yes he does, which is why you need to drink milk and other healthy food to keep growing.”

A little girl, hidden behind the first two children, spoke out. “How long is your hair? My hair is really long too!”

She pushed her long braided hair to the front, comparing her neatly combed hair to Malleus’s direction.

“Your hair is quite long indeed, perhaps matching mine in length at first glance.” Malleus commented back, amused by the children’s competitive nature.

After sharing all of their thoughts, the curious children finally left when their guardians called them back, waving at the two of you before running out of sight. Now free, Malleus looked to you with curiosity of his own gleaming in his striking green eyes.

“The offspring of this land are inquisitive as they are fearless,” Malleus smiled in your direction. “I wonder if all children hailed from here shared these traits.”

Were you like them as a child?

You picked up on his unspoken question and replied with a cheeky expression. “Wouldn’t you like to know~”

Would he? Would he like to know if you were the type to run around so carefree and see the world with such interest and curiosity. If your future children would be like those endearing little ones just now…

Yes, he would.

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understrangeforbiddenskies · 24 days ago

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fic recs !!!

this is a collection of some fics i have read over the past few years that i feel should be shared with others (fair warning, there is 18+ content here)! this list will be continously updated as much as possible.

i would like to give a HUGE thank you to these amazing authors, you are all so talented and i am so grateful for these fics.

last updated: 03/06/2025

STRANGER THINGS

eddie munson x reader

simmer by @upsidedownwithemmy (this is my number ONE!!!)

summary: welcome to hawkins’ number one diner! where the staff don’t wanna be there and the linecook is a grumpy metal head who likes to argue with his boss and ignore everyone else. but the new waitress can’t hack the rude customers and the regulars can be a little… much. (18+)

truly by @caxde

summary: you and eddie are best friends, oblivous to each others' feelings until someone helps you realise.

THE LAST OF US

ellie williams x reader

invisible string by @elleloquently

summary: college!ellie au x reader

abby anderson x reader

this is about bio, right? by @rhyrhy

summary: you just needed a tutor. you didn’t expect abby anderson, loser of the year, to get under your skin.

joel miller x reader

honey, stomach, mine by @netherfeildren

summary: existence is a needful thing. choice is fickle, nature inescapable. run to the end of the world, joel, all those things will still find you. she'll still come for you or the a/b/o outbreak au. (18+)

YELLOWJACKETS

nat scatorccio x reader

casual by @letorip

summary: you and nat have been hooking up, but it seems the label of "no attachment" just seems to hurt you both. (18+)

part 1 part 2 part 3

a fractured line by @natsredbra

summary: after your boyfriend breaks up with you, you find solace in your sworn enemy (and realize that obsessing over a girl for years isn't very straight of you). (18+)

part 1 part 2

shauna shipman x reader

the butcher by @wandas-darling

summary: a series of events in which your relationship with shauna develops while you're out in the wilderness. a certain spark ignites after you share a kiss and it turns out that as much Shauna liked using her knife on you, she likes seeing it in your hands just as much. (18+)

jackie taylor x reader

take me like you do in your dreams by @rhiannonsknife

summary: secretly hooking up with jackie taylor. (18+)

THE BEAR

carmy berzatto x reader

the bear and the beehive by @nicksolemnlyswears

summary: in which carmy falls for the sweet café owner that supplies him with endless americanos. (18+)

the bear and the bean by @starryeyedstories

summary: after breaking up with your awful ex, you follow your dream of opening a little coffee shop in chicago. falling in love with the chef who owns the restaurant down the street, however, was not part of the plan.

THE WALKING DEAD

daryl dixon x reader

is it better to speak or to die? by @xwritingdixonx

summary: after being rescued from woodbury by rick's group, you struggle with living a "normal" life in the walls of the prison. the trauma's inflicted on you at the hands of the governor drag you to the deepest depths. a certain archer is the onyl one who can drag you back out.

ARCANE

sevika x reader

new look by @sunflowerwinds

summary: your girlfriend surprises you with a new haircut and piercing while your babysitting isha for the night. with her new arm missing, sevika adapts to one arm. being as caring as you were, you try to help her as often as possible.

BALDUR'S GATE THREE

gale dekarios x reader

to admit everything by @meownotgood

summary: several months after your adventure's conclusion, gale invites you to visit his tower in waterdeep — and finally, he finds the courage to admit his feelings for you. (18+) ( (

downpour by @sorceresssundries

summary: after so long trapped in the shadow-cursed lands, tav basks in the delight of feeling the rain on her skin. (18+)

STARDEW VALLEY

shane x reader

just the worst by @Ham_Hocks (over on ao3!)

summary: shane's not too keen on any resident of pelican town, but the new farmer in town deserves special credit for drawing his ire in a new way. but as the months progress, an unlikely friendship grows between them, and shane will eventually have to decide whether or not he can really open up to her. (18+)

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ac1dmeow · 2 months ago

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girly i really think we need how jinx would reassure reader in her toughest moments since reader is always there for her in her moments..

headcannons — jinx x fem!reader. men dni.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. jinx’s tactics are unconventional and unusual considering she hasn’t been used to receiving or even giving comfort for a long time. but once she met you, she slowly began to learn how!

(her charm makes her quite the natural though)

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. after the countless times you’ve been there—comforting her and taking care of her during her highs and her lows—jinx naturally formed her own ways of being there for you too.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. i think a part of her might feel a little frantic trying to find different ways to make you stop feeling bad. if you’re feeling particularly insecure for whatever reason, she’ll be quick and witty to uplift you with a vomit of compliments.

“are you kiddin’ babe?! you’re way more talented than that brain dead dud.”

“listen to me and listen closely, ‘kay? you are the most beautiful person i have ever laid my eyes on! even right now i’m trying so hard to keep myself from jumping your bones, y’hear me?!”

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. that girl is cheering you on like she’s the audience of the whole soccer field whenever you’re stressing out over trying something that you’re not confident about.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. a similar example is when you’re both on a job and you find yourselves surrounded by people from the opposing side. hidden behind a large crate while people fight on the other side, jinx is in your ear hyping you up to make the grand attack; sneak up and ambush from above, then take the enemy out easy peasy.

“c’mon. you can do this. you’re strong, they’re weaklings who don’t stand a chance! look at that guy over there built like a string bean! snap him in half, toots!!!”

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. when you’re making your move, settling into position on a level above one of the enemies distracted by loading their own weapon, jinx is watching the scene play out with wide eyes and baited breath. the second you do a running start and leap down onto the unfortunate target’s head, jinx is yelling and whistling in approval. jumping around and waving her arms in the air like her favourite sports team just made a winning-goal at the buzzer.

“YEAAAH, THAT’S MY GIRL! EVERYONE LOOK AT THAT, THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!!! SHE’S BETTER THAN YOU!!!”

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. jinx has days where she’ll stay inside the whole 24 hours (shocking?). if what you need is a day like that where you don’t wanna bother doing too much activities or work around the place, she’ll force herself to be hyperactive on other and more quieter things.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. like fiddling with her little inventions and creating blueprints at her workbench. or getting stuff for you that she thinks you may want or just ordering you to stay put and look pretty so she can do everything for you—afterwards sitting down in front of you and staring at you hoping her efforts are satisfactory.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. or even cleaning the place up. organizing things the way she notices you do, and then going the extra mile to try to rearrange furniture, but then putting it back where it was because she realizes there’s no point she lives on a fan.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. jinx is a massive cuddle bug! so she’ll accept the opportunity with a huge smile and open arms if you want to relax with her for a while. she doesn’t really have a preference when being the big or little spoon. but naturally her limbs will gravitate around you because she like to keep you close—it makes her feel secure having you in her arms pressed up snuggly against her, assured that you’re there and that you won’t disappear.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. then those sweet quiet moments where you gaze into each others eyes, soft airy giggles sounding quietly in the little fort in jinx’s hideout while she caresses your face or plays with your hair while complimenting you sweetly. or while just simply talking about anything and everything. conversations can go as deep as the last flower you saw in passing, or the concept of existence and karma. both of your faces are filled with adoration, and you couldn’t appreciate her more.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. you always feel how much jinx cares about you. but you feel her love most profoundly during times like these. you cherish those tender moments the most.

this is an old request so girl if ur still out there… i’m sorry for making u wait babes 😔💔 pls enjoy.

#໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ sfw jinx .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱#jinx #arcane jinx #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #jinx x female reader #jinx x fem!reader

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lumhos · 5 months ago

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i dont know if this is controversial but when i read tomarry (time travel) fics, i don’t like it when tom is described as muscular or distinctly built

in my mind, the whole reason why tom never got along with the other kids at wools was because he was unathletic and bookish (and magical). i dont see why that would change during his time at hogwarts

tom is very skilled at magic, so much that he never really needs to work out for any muscle. hes lean and tall and thats it. his smarts, deathly glare, sharp tongue, and cutthroat nature does enough to intimidate.

on the other hand, i dont like when harry is described as this flowery little guy thats all curves and soft lines.

yeah sure seekers need that “small, slim” build or whatever, but harry is physically active. i mean, its mostly in his running for his life from his cousin and his friends (and later running for his life in general). if anything, he must have some strong legs

harry is, in my hc, shorter than the other guys in his year but stronger than half. he is magically strong but he cant exactly fight back with magic ALL the time. his height diminishes all the intimidation possible from his glower and sassy streak.

all im proposing is string bean tall tom x short strong harry

#yapping #i zoned out writing this #harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry #ao3 fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #tomarry imagine #harry potter imagine #soulseeker

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maharajabuilders · 1 year ago

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#String beans #Supplier #India #Fresh String beans #Exporter #Madhya Pradesh #Natural String beans #Premium String beans Manufacturers #Suppliers #Producers #traders #dealers #Maharaja Builders

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p0orbaby · 9 months ago

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Mud, Sweat and Tears

summary: you like the outdoors, leah doesn’t, what could go wrong ?

warnings: none

a/n: based on this request ! thanks !

word count: 1.5k

It’s Saturday morning, early. Unforgivably early. The kind of early where the sun’s still hiding behind the trees, and any reasonable person would be asleep. But you’re not reasonable, and you’re not asleep. You’re packing the car with fishing rods, a tent, and Leah Williamson, who’s standing in the driveway, half-awake, holding a thermos of coffee like it’s the only thing tethering her to this planet.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Leah asks, squinting up at the sky like she’s expecting it to open up and swallow her whole.

“Yes,” you say, a little too cheerily for this hour. You’re from a camping family—one that considers sleeping bags and bug spray essential items. For you, weekends are made for hiking trails and catching fish with nothing but a stick and a string. Leah, on the other hand, is the type of person who thinks “roughing it” means staying in a hotel without room service.

Leah sighs, long and dramatic, and you can tell this is going to be a weekend of constant commentary. You love her, but she’s never been one to suffer in silence.

You get in the car and drive. Leah stares out the window, probably counting the number of coffee shops you pass that she’s being cruelly denied. You try to distract her with stories from your childhood, tales of catching frogs and sitting in a fishing chair eating beans out the tin, but Leah’s only response is, “Couldn’t you just do that in your garden?”

When you arrive at the campsite, Leah’s first question is, “Where’s the toilet?” You point to the woods, and she stares at you like you’ve just suggested she eat dirt.

“You’re kidding,” she says, though she knows you’re not.

You grin. “It’s called nature. People have been doing it for thousands of years”

“People also used to die at thirty,” she shoots back.

You set up the tent while Leah hovers nearby, looking like she’s trying to work out how to teleport back to London. She’s mumbling to herself, something about bears and serial killers, and you catch the phrase “the beginning of a horror film” as you hammer in the last tent peg.

“It’s not that bad,” you say, shaking out the sleeping bags. “Look, we’re surrounded by trees, fresh air, the sound of birds—”

“—and the nearest bathroom is in the next county,” she interrupts, arms crossed.

You laugh, but she’s still frowning, looking at the tent as if it’s a creature that might bite her.

“Is it too late to go back?” she asks, and she’s only half-joking.

“Yes,” you say firmly. “You’re going to love it. Just give it a chance”

Leah doesn’t answer, but you can see her mentally reviewing the terms of your relationship, wondering if it’s really worth it.

The first hike is a gentle one. You choose a path that’s scenic, with views of the lake, thinking it’ll win Leah over. She starts off strong, even enjoying herself for the first ten minutes. But then she hits a rock with her boot and lets out a string of words that would make a sailor blush.

“I don’t know how you do this,” she mutters, rubbing her toe through her boot. “I’m a footballer, and even I think this is excessive”

You offer her a hand to steady herself over a tricky bit of trail, but she swats it away. “I can do it,” she insists, right before she stumbles and nearly faceplants into a bush.

You help her up, biting back a laugh. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she grumbles. “But if I die out here, I’m haunting you”

“Noted,” you say, still smiling.

A little further down the trail, you stop to point out a bird—something you’ve seen a hundred times but you know will be new to her. Leah squints at it, trying to look impressed.

“Wow,” she says, without any real enthusiasm. “A bird”

“You’re not even trying,” you accuse, though you’re still grinning.

“I am,” she argues. “I’m trying to stay alive. This is a survival situation now”

Fishing is the next disaster. You’re by the lake, showing Leah how to cast a line, when she gets the hook tangled in a tree branch on her first try. She’s staring at it, hanging like a Christmas ornament, and you can see the moment she decides fishing is the worst thing ever invented.

“This is stupid,” she declares, as you untangle the line.

“No, it’s relaxing,” you correct. “It’s about patience”

“I have patience,” she retorts. “I put up with you”

You laugh, but Leah’s dead serious, looking at the water like it owes her something.

You manage to catch a fish—small, but it’s something. Leah just watches as you handle it with ease, her expression a mix of admiration and abject horror.

“Now what?” she asks, eyeing the fish like it might jump up and slap her.

“Now we let it go,” you say, holding it gently before releasing it back into the lake. “Catch and release”

“So we’re torturing fish for fun,” she sums up, crossing her arms.

You roll your eyes. “That’s not the point. It’s about being in nature, enjoying the peace and quiet”

She looks around, like she’s searching for this peace and quiet you’re talking about. “If by ‘peace and quiet’ you mean insects and dirt,’ then sure”

“Come on,” you say, leading her back to the shore. “You’re doing great”

She grumbles something about Stockholm Syndrome, but she follows you, brushing a mosquito off her arm with a look of pure betrayal.

The first night is the real test. You’re lying in the tent, cozy in your sleeping bag, while Leah fidgets next to you. You can hear her shifting around, trying to get comfortable, letting out exaggerated sighs every thirty seconds.

“I can hear you,” you finally say, eyes still closed.

“This ground is trying to kill me,” she replies, her voice muffled by her sleeping bag. “How is this comfortable?”

“It’s not supposed to be a hotel bed, Leah,” you say, still amused. “It’s camping”

“Right, camping,” she mutters. “Which is just paying money to pretend you’re homeless”

You laugh out loud at that, and Leah finally cracks a smile, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

After a few more minutes of restless shifting, she huffs again. “I need to piss”

You point towards the trees, again. “Nature’s calling”

She doesn’t move. “You’re really not joking, are you”

“Nope”

Leah stares at you like you’ve just suggested she drink the lake water. “I’m not going out there alone. What if something eats me?”

“Like what?”

She thinks for a moment, then shrugs. “Bears. Wolves. A very aggressive squirrel”

You sit up, knowing you’re not going to win this one. “Fine, I’ll come with you”

You both get up and trudge out into the dark, Leah clinging to your arm like she’s convinced the woods are full of monsters. After she’s done, you’re walking back to the tent when she suddenly stops.

“What?” you ask, turning to look at her.

“Did you hear that?” she whispers, eyes wide.

“Hear what?”

She doesn’t answer, just pulls you along faster, practically dragging you into the tent. You both dive in and zip it up like you’re sealing yourselves in a bunker.

Leah’s heart is racing as she gets back into her sleeping bag, and you can’t help but smile at how seriously she’s taking this.

“Nothing’s out there,” you say, trying to reassure her.

“I’m not taking any chances,” she mutters, pulling the sleeping bag over her head like it’ll protect her from the unknown terrors of the forest.

You lie back down, still smiling to yourself. “Goodnight, Leah”

“Goodnight,” she mumbles, and you can tell she’s already planning how to survive the night.

By the end of the weekend, Leah’s still grumbling, still complaining, but there’s a softness to it now. You catch her smiling when she thinks you’re not looking, like maybe—just maybe—she’s starting to see why you love this so much.

You’re packing up the car, and Leah’s pretending to help, mostly by standing around and giving unhelpful advice.

“You know,” she says, as you load the last of the gear, “this wasn’t as awful as I thought it would be.”

“High praise,” you say, wiping your hands on your jeans.

“I mean, I’m never doing it again,” she clarifies, “but it wasn’t awful”

You grin, knowing that’s as close to a victory as you’re going to get. “I’ll take it”

Leah gives you a look, one that says, despite all the complaining, she had a good time in her own way. “You’re lucky I love you,” she says, and it’s the first time all weekend she’s said something without a hint of sarcasm.

“I am,” you agree, leaning in to kiss her.

And as you drive away from the campsite, back towards civilisation, Leah finally falls asleep in the passenger seat, the weekend’s adventures catching up to her. You glance over at her and smile, thinking maybe you’ll get her to go camping again one day. But for now, you’ll let her sleep, knowing you’ve survived the wilderness together.

Even if she still thinks it’s trying to kill her.

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girlkisser13 · 1 year ago

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dionysus cabin headcanons

children of dionysus

• HUGE theater kids.

• being highly emotional, wine children make great actors.

• they throw the best parties.

• they have extra beds in their cabin for people who pass out and can't handle their liquor.

• when one of them is upset, others around them get upset too, due to dionysus having influence on the mind.

• they hate the indoors and prefer open spaces.

• even when sober, they can't pass a breathalyzer test because they naturally have the scent of wine on them.

• they are all great cooks and know which wine to pair with each meal.

• they are all very good at directions and are rarely lost (a blessing from their stepmother).

• gender fluidity is common with dionysus kids.

• they all have thick, curly hair and strange color eyes.

• they are prone to depression and anger and are often bipolar.

• daughters of dionysus are rare so they are as powerful as big three kids (canon in the myths).

• they are harder to charmspeak due to their connection with the states of mind.

• arguments last for months because anger runs in their blood and the wine influence makes it worse.

• when they’re sad, they can make vines wilt by just looking at them.

• on very rare occasions, wine children can be born with the ability to affect another's mental state temporarily.

• this ability makes them feared by many, because they can cause hysteria and hallucinations, but they are also sought out by some suffering from depression or anxiety to help relax them.

• they get really thirsty really easily. they always have a bottle of water on hand.

• they are able to recognize all kinds of alcohol with just a sniff, but they all hate wine-tasting.

• they can automatically tell if a beverage has been tampered with, laced with something unwanted or if the ingredients used to make said alcohol are not safe for consumption.

cabin exterior

• the cabin is draped in grapevines and ivy, with the plants growing in a seemingly chaotic yet aesthetically pleasing manner.

• the exterior features vibrant and rich colors like deep purples, greens, and golds. they are reminiscent of a vineyard in full bloom.

• their cabin has a rustic, almost ancient greek villa vibe, with wooden beams, stone walls, and terracotta roof tiles.

• strings of fairy lights, lanterns, and other festive decorations hang around the cabin, creating a lively, celebratory atmosphere even when there's no party.

• comfortable outdoor furniture like hammocks, cushioned chairs, and wooden benches are scattered around for lounging and socializing.

• the doors in their cabin occasionally change colors and vines tend to move on their own.

cabin interior

• their cabin is almost entirely purple on the inside, which makes everything a little bit dark and dramatic. it's also usually very cool and damp inside- the perfect climate for storing wine.

• plush, comfortable furniture in rich fabrics and colors create a cozy yet opulent atmosphere. think velvet couches, silk cushions, and ornate rugs.

• they have a central bar area with stools and a variety of non-alcoholic drinks (and a secret stash of wine). nearby, they have a lounge area with low tables, bean bags, and cozy chairs for socializing and relaxing.

• soft, warm lighting from chandeliers, lanterns, and fairy lights create a magical, inviting ambiance. there are also be candles and fireflies in glass jars scattered around.

• the interior also features plenty of natural elements, like potted plants, hanging vines, and flowers. some walls might even have living plants growing on them.

• decorations include garlands, streamers, and masks hanging from the walls and the ceiling, giving the cabin a perpetual party vibe.

• the walls are adorned with art pieces, ranging from classical paintings to more whimsical, modern interpretations of dionysian myths. sculptures of satyrs, nymphs, and other mythological creatures are scattered around the cabin.

cabin traditions

• when a child of dionysus falls in love, it's a cabin tradition that they give their partner a hideous leopard print shirt.

• they put on regular plays, improv sessions, or storytelling nights, often featuring greek and roman myths and tales related to their father.

• new wine children undergo a playful initiation rite, involving a series of fun challenges and games, ending with a toast (with grape juice) welcoming them into the cabin.

• inspired by traditional wine-making, they hold an annual grape-crushing competition, with teams competing to crush the most grapes by stomping on them, followed by a big party to celebrate.

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The Mindweft

Intro: The Mindweft is a bit of a darling creation of mine. If you look at Choose Your Own Change's website, you can find my original stories there. It's an idea I have been cooking for a while, and I'd like to try making a fresh new story here. Weft refers to, when using a loom, the criss-crossing of threads. I am hopeful that you will see why I call it "The Mindweft."

Friday nights among Martin's friends were often spent playing Super Smash Bro's or Mario Kart. Despite the range of personalities among the four, they all preferred to hang out and geek out rather than get stupid drunk at some sweaty frat party.

Occasionally, Leo would join his soccer team friends for some late night hijinks, but he was more reserved than most of those boys. He was content to hang out and then hook up with a random girl after 1am. Martin recognized that Leo was a beautiful man, so he fully understood how he could pull such attention.

Martin's other friends, Kevin and Billy were also unique enough that it might seem strange of a friend group to be so eclectic. Kevin, his stocky but strong friend, had become a gymrat back in high school and was ripped. He was short, sure, but his muscles attested to the devotion he gave to working out.

Billy on the other hand was a string bean, tall and gangly. He was also a brilliant musician, always willing to bust out an instrument to play something or other. He was chill though, in that he didn't try to steal all the attention with his music skills.

And then there is Martin, the fairly average guy who was openly gay - but very unlucky with dates or hookups. He tried, he just doesn't have much charisma. His friends tried to "gas him up" but it wasn't effective. He had made a fool of himself a few too many times now at the school.

So, things were typical for the friend group around 11pm that night in Martin's room. They sat around playing the video game, and generally cracking jokes amongst themselves, eating junk food, and drinking the cheapest beer they could get their hands on. All seemed fine until a knocking came on the door of the cramped dorm room.

Martin got up and answered the door, puzzled who could be knocking. It wasn't too loud, so it couldn't be the RA, he thought. Well, sure enough just outside the room stood Gray. Martin froze his face, not wanting to give away his general disdain for Gray.

Gray stood before him, his acne-crusted face, dorky glasses, and bizarre mish-mash of clothing screaming "ultra dork." His hair was short, but somehow still discernibly greasy. Even his glasses were smudged with grease.

"Hi Martin! What are you guys up to?" He asked, nasally voice grating on Martin's ears.

"Oh, um - we are just having a little friend kickback in here." Martin said.

"Cool! I love Smash!" Gray said, somehow slipping under and past Martin's arms as he tried to keep Gray out. When Martin turned, he saw his friends giving him a distinctive look. Yeah... he was sure they were annoyed Gray was here. They were polite to him, because clearly he had a lack of social skills. He also clearly lacked much self-awareness.

The group begrudgingly let him join their game. He was terrible, but he nonetheless was loud and boisterous. Even if they got into it a little bit, enjoying the games, he had a natural ability to make it weird for them.

After an hour, the vibe was shifting and Martin could tell his friends were interested in leaving. Gray on the other hand stopped the game and looked around. He seemed to be working himself up to something.

"Have you guys ever heard of the Mindweft?" He asked. Voice taking on a somewhat mysterious tone.

"The mind-what?" Kevin asked.

"The Mindweft." Gray restated.

"No, I can't say I've ever heard of it." Martin added.

The rest of the friends nodded in agreement, mumbling their negative answers.

"Well, it's the coolest thing ever. I can show you if you want?" Gray asked.

"Wait, what even is it?" Leo inquired.

"Ok, you know how like dreaming is sometimes so real, like lucid dreaming?" Gray explained, looking around. "The Mindweft is like a lucid dream, but we all are together and conscious in the same dream."

"Is this metaphorical? Or can you actually gather us into a dream? How do we even get there?" Billy asked.

"We have to meditate together. I can lead us into the Mindweft." Gray gestured, laying down.

"What are you doing?" Martin asked.

"We have to lay so our heads are near each others. Then I will help us into the Mindweft." Gray explained.

The guys rolled their eyes and grumbled, but they decided to humor Gray. Soon, all of them were laying in a strange circle with their heads nearly pressed against one another. As soon as the last person was in place, Gray started saying some strange things. Words that Martin or the others didn't recognize.

After a while of the chanting, everyone felt their eyelids getting heavy. They were each drifting off into sleep, and the sensation was soothing. And then, their eyes fully closed, and Gray slipped into the Mindweft a moment after them.

When the group came to, they saw before and all around them the strangest sight of ever. They stood in a void, with glowing strands all around. They saw each other, looking much the same as they did in the waking world. Gray appeared next to them, already grinning like he won something.

"Wow, I thought you were just fucking with us..." Leo said, softly.

"I wouldn't! Welcome to the Mindweft." Gray stated, grandly sweeping his arm towards the void.

"So, what do we do?" Martin asked.

"Well, we can view other peoples dreams, mostly. But... there was something more interesting that I learned about." Gray said, an unpleasant smile spreading across his face.

"Ok... what is that?" Martin asked, skeeved out.

"Well, when you want to leave the Mindweft, you conjure up a door. That door leads to your mind. Try it with me." He concentrated, and behind Gray appeared a door. It was unique, splattered with paint and a little crusty around the face of the door.

The rest of the guys focused, and sure enough, doors materialized behind each of them. Each door was unique to the individual. They even featured their names on them.

"Ok, now that we see the doors, here is the interesting thing." Gray said, clearly antsy to get to the next part.

"When we walk through our own door, we just wake up in our body. However, if you walk through someone elses door... you become them!"

Kevin looked skeptical. "So you mean if I step through Billy's door, I will wake up in his body? What happens to mind?"

"Well, someone else would slip into yours, of course!" Gray said, excitedly.

"Do we even want to do that?" Kevin asked.

"I mean, it does sound kinda interesting." Billy admitted.

"I wouldn't mind a change." Leo said, looking at Billy and Kevin a little too closely.

"I guess..." Kevin huffed.

"So it's decided!" Gray announced. "Each of us will step through another's door."

Martin grimaced, but nodded. "Who is swapping with who?"

"I want to swap with Billy." Leo said. The two exchanged a weird look.

"Well, I want to be Leo." Kevin said. He looked at the other two.

"I guess I could be Kevin." Billy said.

"Ooooh, a 3 way swap. I like it." Gray said. "That leaves me and Martin."

Martin died inside, he was sure. He barely tolerated Grays presence, let alone being inside his body. He was just going along with it, but he didn't have to like it.

"Ok, go ahead and go through the doors." Gray commanded. He strode right over to Martin's, and opened it. He didn't even look back as he vanished into a darkness behind the threshold, and then the door dematerialized.

"I guess I'm doing this." Martin said to himself. He walked up and threw open Grays door. He took a few steps in and then was waking up, still lying on the floor of his dorm room.

The room was aflutter, as each guy sat up and immediately realized their body was completely different. Martin confirmed his own swap when he patted down his torso, feeling the scrawny chest of Grays weak body. He started to feel his face, the grease undeniable across his cheeks.

"Wow!" Gray shouted, looking down his pants, or rather - down Martin's pants. "Nice cock, Martin!"

"What the fuck dude, don't do that!" Martin snapped.

"Hey, I'm just getting acquainted with my new machinery." Gray said too awkwardly. He smiled, but his smile didn't look like Martin's did, it was crooked somehow and insincere.

The other boys were all laughing amongst themselves as they felt their bodies up. Martin, on the other hand, stood awkwardly by the door. He was rapidly getting a bad feeling about this.

To be continued...

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alexthebordercollie · 5 months ago

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Going to bounce off of what you talked about with your thoughts regarding Stan's relationships and just say I totally know what you mean about shipping two characters together because it's funny!

Heck I ship Lazy Susan with both Stan and Ford because I just think the idea of her being with either of them to be extremely funny and cute lmaoo.

So sorry for the late reply (not been posting much for a while been sick and busy) but I actually have been playing around with Emma-Stan as a possible PapaFord ship ^3^

My Emma-may is mixed race and from a Ciphertologist family. She was too little when Billville was disbanded to remember it, but her family still practices behind closed doors. It was an incredibly toxic environment with very mentally unwell caretakers, and rumors that the Dixons were devil worshipers made her a social pariah. She befriended Fidds, who was the dweeby awkward baby of a family of five sons. Emma was his cool, scary friend who drove away the bullies and the two weirdos stuck together in a small town where neither of them were very popular.

She was Fiddleford's best friend, and as they got older, everyone just expected them to end up together. When Fiddleford went off to college, he promised to come back and marry her after getting his degree, which he did indeed do. Emma didn't know any other way at the time to get away from her family but to leave with Fidds. Their marriage grew increasingly rocky over the years due to Fidds being a closeted gay man (unbeknownst to Emma) and Emma being increasingly bored and frustrated by life as a housewife and mother. Emma-May is naturally hot-headed and brash and always has been. She's a loud strong strong-willed woman who doesn't fit well into other people's boxes. She's actually very clever in her own right and learned programming from Fiddleford. She got into making video games as a hobby. She simply never had access to the kind of educational opportunities Fiddleford got. I was going to make this a comic but I was having a hard time drawing this one for whatever reason so I decided to write a short fic instead I hope it still satisfies even though there are fewer pictures. -3-

That's your Ex-Wife?

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"Thanks for comin' to help out."

Stan picked up the twang from around the corner. Heading out the kitchen side door and back to the truck. Ford's neurotic string bean of a boyfriend had speed walked ahead of them on the way over a caught Emma-May before they did. She'd gone off to run an errand with their boy and Fidds had let the Pines brothers in to start bringing in boxes without her. It sounded like she was back. Certainly sounded like Stan expected Fiddleford's wife to sound.

"Oh no it's nothin' it's the least we could do." Fidds insisted as he pulled another box from the back of the truck.

Stan watched as the box jerked Fidds arms down. He struggled for a second to catch it and tried to support the weight with his back. Flashing a pained smile around the truck.

"Yo Fidds, ya need help with that?" Stan offered as he approached.

He registered the woman's voice before he saw her face.

"Oh look, if it ain't the home wrecker," she snarked in that southern drawl.

Stan stopped shy of taking the box from Fiddleford and looked past him.

Holy shit, that was Emma-May?

Stanley didn't know much about Fiddleford's ex-wife. He'd seen the two argue on the phone a few times. Caught her voice in passing once or twice. Their son Tate had come to stay with them a few times while his folks were working out the divorce.

Stan knew Emma-May was hot headed woman but nothing could have prepared him for just how hot she was.

A light-skinned black lady greeted him curtly with her hands on her hips. Caramel skin and a mess of chocolate freckles. Dame looked like dessert. She had on a low-neckline paisley blouse with free titties underneath like the best kind of feminist hippie. Not that Stan was a fan of either of those things but he could certainly be convinced of both if it meant he got a peak of nips through the thin orange fabric. Fuck man… He'd been expecting a traditional southern housewife but those daisy dukes were giving anything but.

Stan coughed and cleared his throat as he registered what she called him. Homewrecker.

"Oh hey," Stan cooed, brushing back his mullet before offering her five fingers. "You must have me confused for my brother toots," He corrected. Stan held out his hand and flashed his best smile. "Stanley Pines, the hot twin," he introduced playfully.

"Hey!" Ford interjected as he rounded the corner just in time to hear Stan's introduction.

Eh fuck em, he could take a joke. Not like he had anyone to impress. He was already raising to kids with his live in partner. His bachelor life was dead, he could stop trying now. As if he ever had.

Emma-May popped the gum in her mouth and looked down at Stan's hand for a moment before she took it with a playful smile. "I see that," She snarked playfully back. She had a firm grip and gave Stan's hand a good shake. "Dunno how I ever got ya'll two confused, my bad sug."

Stan couldn't help but beam. Straightening up his coat as he pulled back to rock leisurely on his heels. "No hard feelings doll, it's an honest mistake."

Fiddleford groaned and rolled his eyes. "Yes Stanley here moved in to help out with the twins," he explained.

"I recall," Emma-may assured him. Arms crossed as she looked Stan up and down. "Tate's mentioned ya, says yer fun."

"Glad someone around here appreciates me," Stan laughed and hooked his thumbs through his belt loops. "He's a good kid."

Ford leaned in around Stan's shoulder and pointed back towards the house. "The twins are in the kitchen by the way," he warns. "I assure you the dog kennel I have them in is both entirely necessary and completely safe."

Emma-May jerked back a moment. Stan couldn't see her eyes but he could make an educated guess. "Ya'll keep yer babies in a kennel?!" She snapped at Fidds.

Fiddleford shrunk back holding the box to his chest. "I promise it ain't what it sounds like-"

"Newt can climb walls and Nick will chew through anything weaker than aluminum," Ford clarified, emphasizing his point with a hand gesture.

Emma-may winced and looked between the two Pines brothers before looking back at Fiddleford slightly horrified.

Fiddleford chuckled awkwardly and shrugged. "Welcome to Gravity Falls."

Emma-may snatched up the box Fiddleford was struggling with and hoisted it over her shoulder without breaking a sweat. "I swear ya better not make me regret comin' here," she snapped.

"I sure hope not," Stan stressed. "Man already blew it once, can't let him scare you off before someone else gets a shot."

Emma-may looked back a little surprised. She cracked and laughed into her knuckles. A cute little pig snort of a laugh. "Are you volunteering over there sharp shooter?" she teased.

Stan shot finger guns back at her with a click of his tongue and a wink. Grinning ear to ear.

Emma-may laughed harder and threw her head back. She slapped a juicy thigh and took a second to collect herself. Fuck, that laugh, Stan could get used to that laugh.

"Ain't ya bold mother fucker-"

"I mean," Stan shrugged, leaning in playfully. "Go big or go home, might as well aim for the hottest mama in town."

Emma-may smirked back at him. "Well, good luck with that slick. Let me know how it works out fer ya."

Emma turned to head back inside and Stan certainly couldn't complain. He'd never be disappointed watching that fine ass leave. Holy Moses, those shorts! That denim was working overtime to contain that much ass.

A harsh throat clearing pulled Stan's attention away. He turned to see Fiddleford glaring at him red faced. The twiggy blonde scarecrow looked so puffed up he pop a blood vessel. "What the fuck was that!?" he hissed, waving franticly in the direction Emma-May had left.

Stan looked back towards the open front door then turned his attention back to Fiddleford. "What?"

"Did you seriously just hit on my ex-wife?!" Fiddleford bocked in exasperation.

"Did you seriously leave a dime like that for my dweeby brother?" Stan huffed indignantly. Crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm right here." Ford whined from behind Fiddleford.

"Can it Sixer, this ain't about you," Stan dismissed.

"Could ya go check on the kiddos Sugarbear?" Fiddleford cooed sweetly.

Ford rolled his eyes and turned back to the truck bed. Scooping up a couple boxes and heading back inside. Fiddleford watched him leave before turning on Stan again. Jabbing his chest with a boney finger. "You listen up and you listen good," he warned. "You keep yer greasy paws off Emma-May, we clear?"

Stan furrowed his brow and frown. Who the hell does this guy think he is? Stan shoved Fiddleford back. Man was ninety pounds soaking wet, Stan wasn't about to let this little weasel push him around. He didn't care if he was his brother's boyfriend.

"Where do you get off getting all possessive now?" Stan snapped back. "You're the one who cheated, you didn't want her then but as soon as someone else is interested you wanna act you own her?"

Fiddleford growled back at him before collecting himself. Pulling back to rub the faint scar on his temple. "Look, we go way back ya understand? She's my best friend."

"I thought Stanford was your best friend," Stan snarked back with giant air quotes.

Fiddleford glowered at him. "I know how ya treat women Stanley," he leaned in again. Practically nose to nose with Stan. "If you hurt her, god have mercy on my soul cause I'm goin' to hell," he threatened.

Stan laughed and pulled back. Slapping Fiddleford's shoulder. "Ah fuck! HA! For what? Crying at me? You gonna tickle me with those noodle arms?" Stan hugged his gut to contain his laughter and wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh man, go right ahead and do your worst Fiddlesticks I ain't scared," he grinned back at Fiddleford.

"I mean it Stanley," Fiddleford insisted.

Stan gave his shoulder a light jab and watched the other man wobble and rub his arm. Still twisting up that squishy baby face of his with the meanest look he could muster. Stan offered him a sincere smile and a hand extended. "Look you wanna play better man be my guest. If I fuck up you better put your money where your mouth is."

Fiddleford frown down at Stan's hand before hesitantly reaching for it with a raised eyebrow.

Stan took Fidds hand and pulled it in. "And if I make that southern bell ring you back off like a real gentleman, ya got that?"

Fiddleford's frown wobbled irritably before he spat out a reluctant, "Fine."

#gravity falls #au #papa ford au #fiddleford hadron mcgucket #young stanley #stanly pines #emma may dixon #emmastan #fiddauthor

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☕️ hold on ! let it simmer as it should ≈≈

here are my assortment of teas !!

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≈ hazy fairy lights and the thought of schedules ; a five second shift || kpop dr

≈ maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me ; a sleepy shift || arrowverse dr

≈ what’s in my bag || kpop dr

≈ somewhere between lumos and leviosa; wand breakdown || marauders dr

≈ the breath that passed from you to me; amortentia breakdown || marauders dr

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— MULTI MIX : ideas/posts that include multiple drs

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waiting room

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— my waiting room; intro•°

.. house tour ..

.. island princess ..

.. toe beaned friends — an introduction to my animal companions ..

.. this is the bad place! . it’s not ..

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better cr

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— my better cr; intro•°

.. what's in my bag ..

.. room tour ..

.. this is so ! — what others associate with me ..

.. ℳ and 𝒜 belong together — red strings i've scripted with my s/o ..

.. my hobbies [[ moodboard + desc ]] ..

.. girls trip to sicily [pt 1] ..

.. my internship : page turners ..

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hogwarts » marauders era

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— my marauders dr; intro•°

.. subjecting you to my opinions on subjects ..

.. patronus vs animagus + what i've scripted ..

.. somewhere between lumos and leviosa; wand breakdown ..

.. the breath that passed from you to me; amortentia breakdown ..

.. visual brew; julia potter [[ moodboard + desc + playlist ]] ..

.. tea for two; julia x regulus [[ moodboard + desc + playlist ]] ..

.. potter family [[ moodboard + desc ]] ..

.. hogsmeade renewed ..

.. desired reality vs fan fiction — how my marauders dr is different to my fic (based off of it) ..

.. changes made from canon ..

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dc » the flash / arrowverse

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— my arrowverse dr; intro•°

.. maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me ; a sleepy shift ..

.. lady sher — the legend of the ambush ..

.. my wardrobe ..

.. visual brew; gwendolyn thomara [[ moodboard + desc + playlist ]] ..

.. tea for two; gwen x barry [[ moodboard + desc + playlist ]] ..

.. a chemical imbalance causes a combustion of the lovesick heart; falling in love with barry allen ..

.. desired reality vs fan fiction — how my arrowverse dr is different to my fic (based off of it) ..

.. changes from canon ..

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kpop » own girl group

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— my kpop girl group dr; intro•°

.. hazy fairy lights and the thought of schedules ; a five second shift ..

.. anecdotal thoughts / ideas ..

.. clear view ! clarity (+ an explanation for my secrecy) ..

.. lore unlocked — a work in progress ..

.. i came here to have a good time (rewriting the code of the world) ..

.. house tour ..

.. clarity friendship intro [[ moodboard + desc ]] ..

.. what jungwon and i find beautiful about each other ..

.. cute couple things ..

.. mina and jungwon pre-relationship (brief) ..

.. what’s in my bag ..