#This got way out of hand. Sooo you get a bunch of writing and not just tiny snippets instead haha

[katkat030]

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not being normal abt the dbhc au

YEAH. LITERALLY. Define normal because I sure as heck am NOT it. My gosh is the DBHC Ethubs brainrot strong.

sooooo as promised, quotes from my DBHC Ethubs wip :D (Edit: yeah so uh. that got a bit out of hand)

I’m the most happy with these and they probably won’t change too much when it comes time to put together the “donefinalfinal2.0take3” draft as I’m prone to naming things lol

#1

There’s a fond tilt to his lips as he cards his fingers through Bdubs’ hair, the sensation of the strands slipping through his fingers and the weight of the head pillowed on his chest grounding. It feels right, just so, a surety that seeps into his bones and nestles there. With Bdubs curled up on the grass beside him, face turned outwards and the sleepy smile tugging at his expression just barely peeking out from beneath the arm thrown over his eyes, the irony isn’t lost on him.

Dbhc Etho isn’t human, as much as he’s feeling and acting like one ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so there’s a little nugget of angst there.

for context, they’re lying in the sun - it’s set around early season 10, maybe around when Bdubs plants the forest around his area. Seeing as Etho was made for terraforming and gardening, it would only make sense for him to be helping Bdubs out with it.

Anyway. Spending a long day in the heat to dig holes, place saplings in them and cover them over again is pretty physically intensive. So Bdubs, being Bdubs, is tired and just wants to lie in the sunshine for a bit. Who’s to say Etho doesn’t join him (he does) (Bdubs ends up lying his head on Etho’s chest)

(there’s some serious angst potential here. Bdubs missed his uh, friend, when he wasn’t around before redeviating. Maybe he cries about it. Maybe Etho has some feelings about that)

#2

“Hey, you,” Bdubs murmurs, nose crinkling as his face stretches into a yawn, shifting the arm thrown over his eyes to open them for a few seconds and squint up at where Etho stands, blocking the rays of late-afternoon sunlight.

“Hey yourself, ‘Dubs,” he replies, unable to help the amusement creeping into his tone. Unregistered emotion detected, the notification flashes, which he ignores in favour of stuffing his hands into his pockets, raising an eyebrow at where Bdubs lies spread-eagled on the ground by his feet, well-worn soil stained gloves discarded and cast off to the side. “What ‘cha up to?” 

An incoherent “Mm” is all he gets in response, and it’s a conscious effort not to huff with laughter. The half-hearted glare from Bdubs proves the challenge impossible.

He could absolutely make a game of annoying Bdubs, Etho decides, mentally noting the thought and storing it to contemplate later. “I finished fixing your saplings,” is what he opts for instead, this time receiving a longer and slightly more coherent mumble he takes to mean as a thank you, and not a get your shadow away from me as it was likely intended.

“What was that?” He teases, putting a hand to his ear and leaning down slightly, blocking the sun further. “Is it past your bedtime?” 

Bdubs scowls as a breeze sweeps past, and had Etho been human he’d be completely caught off guard as the other reaches up to yank his arm. As it is he makes a show of stumbling, catching himself before using the connection to pivot and flop down besides Bdubs on the grass, greeted by Bdubs blinking blearily up at him, one eye open and the other shut against the brightness once again unobscured by Etho’s figure. 

“If you’re going to sit here, at least lie down, for goodness’ sakes,” he grumbles, but there’s no real heat behind the words. He resolutely ignores the way Bdubs’ touch lingers on his arm before falling back to his side. Unregistered emotion, the warning flashes. He ignores that, too.

formatting on mobile is incredibly time consuming but we got there in the end :’D

(This takes place earlier in the story than the first quote but shh)

anyway! I It’s far from finished and none of this is fully edited, so there’ll probably be changes in the future!

I hope you like it <333

for anyone not familiar with the au: it’s not mine, I’m simply writing a fanfic on it - go check out Shepscapades’ master post :) the art is absolutely incredible and I cannot recommend the entire thing enough

please do not repost my writing. Everyone is always welcome to reblog though ;)

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Hi I just wanna say I read the Dad! Stanley hcs you did and it was sooo goood I loved every bit of it.

I was wondering if you could do a bit of an angsty request where Stanley's child is in there late teens an gets possesed by Bill, like what do you think his reaction would be, since when dipper got possesed by bill, bill physicaly injured dippers body a lot and was just genuinely careless with his body. Also I have no idea when the reader would be possesed by bill mabey after Ford is back to make things extra angsty since ford knows of bill, idk do whatever you like with this request I just like angst with for no reason whatsoever.

Also I did try to find if you had any request rules but I couldn't find any so if you do have rules and this request is something you don't feel comfortable writing then please just ignore this request, I hope you have a brilliant day or night :D.

Another thing I just wanted to mention is I'm sorry for how long this request is.

Far From The Weight of The World

Dad!Stanley Pines x Teen!Reader

❀ 9,1k words its a loottt so if ur ready to hunker down and read a whole bunch this is for u!!

❀ guess who finished far from the weight of the world THIS GUYYY

❀ it wouldn't have ever seen the light of day if it wasn't for @raventeen they helped me sm!! like they helped every single step of the way and chose the direction of where this should go so big thanks to them <3

❀ i hope you all enjoy this! :3

❀ possible tw: description of skin melting off, throwing up blood, self inflicted harm, more blood, uhh broken bones? even more blood

❀ gn!reader

❀ i love dad stan pines smmm

❀ requests r still open hehe

“Sweetheart!” Stan’s footsteps could be heard thumping on the ground towards you. You marched forwards, your throat painfully knotted in a ball, suppressing your sobs and swallowing your words. Your head swirled with the word liar, spinning around hastily. Whispers of Mable and Dipper could be heard distantly behind you, their concerned eyes digging holes right through you. Too swept up by your wind of emotions you ignored their worried looks. 

“We can talk about this, kiddo. Just give me a second.” His fingers curl against your arm but you yank it away before he’s able to wrap them around you. “What do you want, Dad?” You promptly turned around, glassy eyes somberly staring into his wide ones. “Can you please give me a chance. Hear me out,” his voice cracked at the end, his hands twitching to desperately reach out to you and prevent you from taking another step further away from him. “I don’t know If I can trust you, Dad.” Uttering that sentence shattered something within you. Not once have you thought of yourself ever telling your very own dad that you don’t trust him. He had never given you a reason to distrust him. To you, all his past lies were seen as truth to you, undeniable facts that couldn’t be broken apart because his word carried high validity, to you at least. But now, you’re not even sure that he’s telling you the truth right now.

Ford’s heavy shoes sounded on the creaky wooden floors, announcing his presence wordlessly. “[Name], dear. Listen to your father.” He adds. He looked at you with an analytical stare, twisting your stomach inside out. You didn’t like how he looked at you like you were one of his captured anomalies, inspecting you and reading your tense body language, anticipating for the second where you’d act out of pure emotion so he’d supply you with meaningless words that held nothing but empty hope to burn out the flurry of emotions that ran rampant inside you.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you, Uncle Ford.” You spat out. He was the last person you wanted to hear anything from. From time to time, you’ve begged him to tell you what exactly is going around here yet he’d always brush you aside, dismissing whatever you’d ask and move on with the next thing that gripped his attention. “You never wanted to say anything to me until now.” 

Ford, not expecting your answer, stumbled with his words. He shakes his head, almost as if he’s expelling his shock with the shakes and regains his composure. “[Name],” he starts off with a stern tone. “You are acting purely on your emotions. I need you to compose yourself and talk to us when you’re relaxed enough to form a proper sentence that doesn’t have you snapping at us.” 

Your jaw gawks open. “So you’re telling me that I shouldn’t be feeling upset over this? 

Ford clicked his tongue, a twinge of frustration oozing out of him. Everything you’re saying is going off the script Ford had curated in his head. He’s rendered useless as he scrambles for words he can put together in a sentence that’ll feasibly flip your train of thought around and convince you that the way you’re acting is irrational. 

Ford waved his head side to side, unsure with his answer. Stan noticed the apprehension shrouded on Ford’s face and he silently signaled to him to not say what he’s about to say, already knowing that his poor choice of words was going to send this whole situation right on its back. Too stubborn for his own good, Ford stood his ground and opened his mouth much to Stan’s clear distaste of him speaking his mind. 

“Yes but no.” You grit your teeth together, eyes narrowly staring daggers at Ford who looked seemingly pleased with his response.

Stan gulps nervously, taking a cautious step forward. “Sweetie, don’t listen to him. He’s an idiot. He doesn’t know what–” 

“--You’re telling me that I’m overreacting? I have just found out that my dad has been lying to me since the moment I was born! And to make matters worse, you all are hiding things from me. None of you are bothering to tell me what the hell is going on here. Why are we all so secretive? We all promise to tell each other everything, no more secrets, no more lies! What happened to that? You all know something and I have a right to know as well!”

You heaved out a ragged breath, words spilling out of you in a madden rush. You held down your tongue for too long. Long nights of sneaky meandering had left you scrambling all the pieces they had discarded on secrets of Gravity Falls together, solving and answering all the questions you laid out for them but chose to ignore. All the lies Stan had fed you over the years concerning this supposed lazy town was unraveling right in front of you. What else had he been hiding from you? What other filthy lies had he pushed on you that you so mindlessly believed? 

Stan’s mouth flounders, stammers of jumbled sounds spilled out. His arms are rendered at his side, stunned with your outburst. “I thought I was protecting you.” He whispers, his fingers flexing anxiously. “Dad! This whole summer has been nothing but crazy. I didn’t know that we had half of those monsters in our woods because you lied to me and told me that it’s been my imagination. What if I had gotten close to one thinking that it was all in my head, and the beast mauls my head off. What then, Dad?” 

Stan deflates. Lost for words, he runs a hand down his gray hair. Thinking about finding your bloodied body sent full body chills down his spine and his stomach lurching. He never sat down and thought of the consequences of what he told you. As long as he said that it was all in your head, he thought you would’ve strayed away from them. 

“I’m going outside. Maybe some stupid gnome would actually tell me what’s going on here because nobody here wants to even tell me anything.” The door slammed shut, causing everything on the wall to rattle and almost tip over. “Oh,” Stan drooped his head onto his palms, tears swelling in his eyes. “I really screwed up here.” He whispered to himself, his voice crackly and small. 

Ford patted his back and Stan believed for a quick moment that Ford was going to say something so beautifully uplifting that he’d see the brighter sides of things, but he tells him, “When are you not?” and continues to pat his back.

Stan violently shrugged Ford’s hand off, his hand pushing Ford away from him. “Really, poindexter?” He scoffs, walking off into the living room where Mable and Dipper watched the whole scene unfold. “I thought it would offer some comfort!” He defeatedly argues back, a dejected sigh escaping him when his eyes meet Mable’s watery ones and Dipper’s disappointed glare. “Kids, I—“ Mable swiftly turns her head to the side, mumbling something under her breath as she ambles up to her room. 

“I’m going to find them.” Stan walks in, slipping on a jacket to shield him from the cold. “I’m coming too.” Ford reaches out to grab the doorknob when Stan’s hand stops him from doing so. “I don’t think they want to see you right now.” Stan gingerly shoved Ford out of the way, leaving him to his thoughts as he shut the door behind him. Cursing to himself, Ford rams his foot on the door angrily. 

Venturing far into the lush woods, you grumbled bitterly to yourself. You couldn’t even trust your own family to tell you something so simple. How utterly pathetic is that? 

You fought the urge to punch a nearby tree and continued on, getting yourself lost in the natural maze of the forest. You wanted to get as far away as possible just so you can find time for yourself to cool down. After a while, the cold air started to nip at your exposed arms. The hairs on your body stood up as a cold shiver rippled through you. Hugging yourself to provide some warmth you found yourself sitting on the grassy floor, back leaning against the bark of the tree. 

The soft chirps and squeaks of the animals brought a sense of calmness over you. These woods have been declared dangerous by Stan and for the longest time you never went out here without Stan hovering behind you or Soos mindlessly meandering through the woods with you. Your hands swayed across the green blades of grass, focusing on the itchy feeling that ran through your palms rather than the bitter cold. The faint whistles of the wind swirled around your ears and out around you. Has this forest always been so peaceful? Leaning your head against the trunk of the tree, you closed your eyes shut. Relishing in the comforting nature the woods provided you. 

“Sweetheart?” Your eyes shoot open. “Dad?” Your heart quickens, your head whipping around rapidly. “Sweetie?” Stan’s voice grew closer and closer. The sound of the grass crunching and bending under his steps resounded throughout the quiet woods, his calls becoming more frequent and louder. How did he find you so quickly? 

A shadowy figure, one you’ve grown to recognize, stepped out from the shade and presented himself. “[Name].” Stan sweetly calls out, kneeling down beside you. “Dad? What are you doing here?” 

Stan smiled, opening his mouth but all that came out was a raspy breath. “Wha–” Your voice hitches in your throat. 

Stan’s skin started melting off in a disgusting mess of bubbling flesh. The side of his face became a drooping mess and a crazed cackle left his lips. “You should’ve seen the look on your face, kid!” He points a boney finger at you, melted flesh sludge dripping from the bone. You scramble back, terrified screams ripping out of you. 

“W-What is going on?” You push yourself up from the floor with your hand, bile coating the back of your throat at the horrid sight of Stan’s bloodied flesh sploshing to the floor. “I’m just playing tricks on you!” With a snap of his finger, Stan poofed away in thin air. What took his spot was an ominous floating triangle with a top hat. “Well, well, well, look who it is, [Name]! I knew we'd cross paths sooner or later. I gotta admit, I'm thrilled!” His eye crinkled in a joyous smile. 

“How…” You blinked dumbly at the floating triangle. “I’m dreaming, right?”

“You sure are, kid!” 

A wave of recognition passes through you. This was the god Ford was talking about in one of his journals. Your knowledge of him was not much, but from the tidbits you have read, Ford had admired this god. He went as far as to calling the triangle his muse. What was his name? Wasn’t it– “Bill?” His name spills out of your mouth. “Ah! So you do know about me?” He tilts a little in your direction, his hands clasped together. “Hear anything good?” A glimmer of forlorn hope shimmers in his eye before it’s washed away with an inquisitive look. “I-I think so? My Uncle really liked you from what I had read in his journals.” You squint your eyes in thought.

“Oh, he really liked me.” Bill’s charmed voice had entailed that there was more to the story than what was told but he didn’t give you time to mull over that thought before jumping into the flow of another topic. “But that’s all in the past now, right?” He snaps his fingers, a comfortable looking chair appearing before your eyes. He floated down on the chair, kicking his legs up and crossing them. 

“I heard that a little someone has been lied to, isn’t that unfortunate?” The corner of his eye pulled to the side, almost as if it was a sadden frown. “How did you know?” The chair poofs away.  “I see everything, kid!” His hands fall to his sides and he slowly leans towards you, his eye pulled wide open. Flashes of images you couldn’t quite comprehend flickered by in a brisk montage. “Everything.” He draws out. “Anyways, I've got a deal for you. You give me, I give you. Sounds fair, doesn't it?” 

You raise a brow. “How can I trust you?” You rolled your fingers around the grass, delicately pulling on them. 

“Your dear Uncle Ford trusted me!” He shakes his hands enthusiastically. 

You pressed your lips into a thin line, still not convinced. “You literally pretended to be my dad and melted him right in front of me.” Bill put his fists to his sides, huffing out like a little child. “Can’t a triangle have a little fun here?” He rolled his eye dramatically. You eyed him, skepticism evident on your face. “I don’t know…” You plucked out a few blades of grass from the dirt. “I feel like if you wanted to gain my trust then you shouldn’t have done that.” You crumpled up the grass into a little green ball and tossed it at Bill. The ball passes through his body. 

“Maybe you’ll change your mind once I propose the deal..?” Bill’s eye stretched out and morphed into a mouth with his lips puckered. He whistles out a tune you can’t recognize and innocently kicks the air. “Go on,” You wave your hand out to him. “If you make a deal with me, everything that you’ve been wanting to know will be revealed to you. All you have to do is shake my hand.” He extended out his hand, blue flame engulfing it whole. You blink your eyes in surprise. Was it really that easy? “There’s no catch?” 

Bill’s fingers trembled in anticipation. “None whatsoever!” 

You could trust him, right? Ford had trusted him! Bill even confirmed it himself. And with what you read, Bill had been giving him infinite knowledge. Feeding him thoughts that no one else had thought of before. He did manage to build that portal and come to think of it, wasn’t it triangular shaped? Was that Bill shaped or were you reaching? You think for a minute more, weighing the pros and the cons. Biting your tongue, you looked at Bill. Bill made a deal with Ford and he’s still alive and well, so how bad could it really be?

You bite the bullet and grasp onto his hand, the flame trailing towards you and consuming your hand whole. A maniacal laugh rips through the air and the world stills. The color drains around you, unpleasantly welcoming you to a monochrome world. “That was just too easy!” Bill wipes a tear from his eye, his firm grip on your hand never wavering. “W-What do you mean?” You tried forcefully pulling your hand away from Bill’s iron grip but it felt like your whole hand was encased in stone. No matter how hard you tried prying yourself away from his hold, his hand still didn’t budge. His eye twists into a pleased smile, his fingers thumping against the edge of your palm gleefully. 

“Was I an idiot for trusting you?” Your words came out in a quiet whisper. You can feel the life being sucked out of you as Bill drew his hand back. “Yes! Absolutely!” He said with a cheer, yanking his hand back suddenly, pulling you out of your physical form. Bill wasted no time taking over your body. He rose up with a delighted laugh, his hands running down your body, taking in the new but familiar feeling. “Wow!” He pressed your palms on your lower back, stretching out your back with a few gratifying pops. “It has been so long since I’ve possessed someone!” Cracking your fingers, he turned over to your floating form with an eerie smile. The world bleeds back into its colors and the soft tranquil sounds of the forest flooded your ears. “Funny how we switched places, huh?” 

You let out a shaky breath, your mind relentlessly battering you with words. How was this even possible? How could you be so foolish? You couldn’t even comprehend any of this. Bill moving around and using your body was terrifying. That was physically you and right now, he was joyously ramming your fist into the tree. You can see the skin on your knuckles rip and tear, blotchy patches of blood tainting the light bark. A light tingle of pain buzzed on your knuckles but it went away as quickly as it came.

“You’re so easy to injure! How weak are you?” He observes the damage eagerly, making your finger pinch on a frayed piece of skin. He twisted it and pulled it back, lightly chuckling to himself as he watched pearls of blood bead up from the now exposed skin. “Bill, stop!” Out of instinct, your hand went over to swat his arm away. A cold gust of wind flows through you as your hand phases right through yo–Bill. He stopped, plucking off the skin and flicking it aside.  “If you keep hurting yours–, I mean, me! They’re going to wonder what happened.”

“Not if I tell them that you got attacked!” He said in a sing-song voice, his eyes keenly looking around for anything else that’ll harm your body. “[Name]!” Stan’s voice rung in the air, pulling you and Bill from your thoughts. A sinister smile tug at Bill’s lips as an idea fills his head. Your stomach flips inside out. Discreet grunts and groans seized your attention and you whipped your head over to Bill climbing up a tree. “What are you doing!” Your hands fly to your hair, gripping it tightly. 

“Breaking the bones inside this meaty vessel, duh.” He hoists himself up on a thick branch. “Would a fall from this height kill you?” Bill ponders out loud, shakily standing up. “Are you seriously going to do this!” Your eyes darted from Bill sticking out your foot from under you to the direction where Stan’s voice could be heard. Bill lets your question float up in the air and with a child-like shout, he jumps off the branch, keeping your legs straight. You look away, unable to witness Bill carelessly treat your body like a toy. 

A stomach turning snap sounded in the air. “[Name]!” Stan’s distressed voice alerted you.

You whip your head around to see Stan cradling your body. Bile crawls up your throat upon seeing your twisted leg limply hang on the other side. “Sweetheart? What happened?” Stan’s words rushed out in a flurried frenzy. You slapped a palm to your mouth, anxiously awaiting for Bill to slip up and sell out his identity to Stan. “I don’t know…” You hear your very own voice leave your mouth. Bill’s agitating voice was nowhere to be heard. Vomit fills your mouth and you fight every muscle in your body to not spew it out. “I was just laying on the tree, not doing anything when something attacked me. I…” Bill allows a few tears to cascade down your face before continuing. “I thought I was going to die, Dad. I was so scared!” He dramatically sobs onto Stan’s sweater, purposefully grazing your shredded bleeding knuckle on his jacket. 

A gasp swelled in Stan’s chest. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I-I…” He harshly shuts his mouth closed, his pupils shrinking upon seeing your bloody knuckle. He was at fault for this, if he had never lied to you, if he would have just told you the truth from the start, you wouldn’t be so injured. Silently he carefully picked you up from the floor. To sprinkle a little more dramatics on the show Bill had out for you, he hissed out in faux pain, shooting your hand to your bent leg. Stan cringed, his eyes avoiding the general direction of your broken leg. “I’m sorry, baby.” He weakly muttered, his eyebrows pinched firmly in worry. 

Stan trekked through the thick foliage with your body curled in his arms. He dodged under branches that stuck out and sidestepped the stones that protruded from the ground. The entire walk was in silence, aside from the periodic sniffles coming from Stan and quiet hiccups. All you wanted to do at that moment was wrap him in a hug and tell him everything was going to be okay, but you weren’t even so sure of that yourself.

When Stan approaches the front door of the shack, a wave of conflicted emotion flickers through Bill’s eyes before he closes his eyes abruptly and goes slack in Stan’s arms. 

Stan chokes out a garbled yell for Ford. He heaves your body over his shoulder, twisting open the door with a slam and barging into the shack. “Stanley?!” Ford frantically ran over to Stan, his hands gesturing wildly at the sight before his eyes. “Th-They passed out in my arms! I don’t know what to do, Stanford!” 

You grapple at your face, desperate to make sense of what’s happening. You watch with a heavy heart when Mable and Dipper scramble to Stan’s side, troubled voices speaking over one another trying to understand what happened to you and to ask if you were dead. Their frantic cries and yells chaotically fill the silence in the shack. Ford yelled over their voices, instructing Stan to quickly settle you down on the couch so he could conduct a proper examination on your wounded body. All Stan could do is go along with his commands, mind hazy with borderline delirium as he stumbles towards the living room. 

“Dad,” you whisper, your fingertips grazing through him. You hold back the sob that scratched at your throat. This can’t be happening right now. 

Cracking an eye open to your direction, you can feel Bill’s sleazy smile draw on your face. Your stomach shrivels up in disgust at the sight. His yellow eyes gleamed under the dimly lit shack as he stared at you. Mable’s rushed steps drew Bill to close your eyes. “Grunkle Stan! Please tell me they’re okay!” Mable has the collar of her sweater pulled up to her mouth, her never ending stream of tears staining the sweater. “Mable. Give him some space.” Dipper murmured, holding Mable back as he tensely watched Stan lay you down. 

Ford eventually came in with a first aid kit. His appearance looked a little more disheveled than before. His hair was strewn about and ruffled, glasses crookedly sat atop of his nose and one of his sleeves was rolled up and cuffed while the other one was untouched. He sucked in a harsh breath upon seeing your split knuckles, dried blood crusted around the wounds and raw skin. The gashes reminded him of his own busted up knuckles when he was possessed by Bill. Alarm signs flared in his face but he batted them away, chalking it up to your injuries being caused by whatever animal had attacked you in the woods when you were alone. He treated the lacerations with antibodies and meticulously wrapped your hand in medical gauze. Gently placing your hand beside you, he looked over to your broken leg, holding a bated breath. Broken bones weren’t his favorite injury to heal since it takes extensive time off from anything physical and you having a broken leg at a time like this wasn’t ideal. He just needed to find ways to heal your leg quickly. 

“I need you all to leave the living room.” Ford clapped his hands together, dragging a hand down his fingers. “W-What, why?!” This was the first time Stan spoke in a while and it surprised Ford. Clearing his throat, he answered: “Because I can’t focus with your eyes hovering all over me. I-I need to think and if I’m going to treat their leg, I need you all to leave.” Against everyone’s wishes, Ford ushered them out,  leaving him alone to fully think about possible treatments he could have you undergo to heal your leg. 

You didn’t have a good feeling about leaving Bill alone with Ford. They had history with each other and having a past with someone like Bill doesn’t seem like a good thing. 

“Fordsy…” 

Ford’s body physically recoiled inwards at the familiar nickname. His head darted around the room, helplessly searching for the owner of the voice. He can’t be here can he? That voice just sounded so eerily similar to yours, but why would you call him Fordsy? Blood pumps in his ear drums, obstructing his hearing. 

“Sixeerrr.” His fingers curl around his arms. The light glow of horrifying unforgettable eyes glimmer in the corner of his eyes. He turns over to see you sat up on the couch, a smile stretched from ear to ear as Bill’s eyes shone into his. Ford’s blood ran cold, his mind swirling like a whirlwind. “Bill?” His heart pounds behind his rib cage. 

“The one and only, Sixer.” Hearing Bill’s voice crackle through your own instilled despair all over Ford’s body. Taking a wary step back, his shaky eyes watched as Bill threw your legs down the couch, your left eye flinching closed as pain shivered through Bill. He severely underestimated how much pain your leg would cause him. To fight against it, he slammed your leg on the floor. Pain jostled through him, a shuddering sigh blowing past your lips. The aching pain overtook your leg for a moment before it relented into a numbing buzzing feeling. “Much better!” He stands up, smiling broadly. 

Ford sucked in a stuttering breath, his eyes fleeting over to the hallway. “What do you want, Bill?” 

“I don’t know…” He rolled your head in thought. “Maybe the rift to the portal? It’s a crazy thing to ask, I know!” He laughs to himself. 

You wanted to bash your head on the wall. This was the reason why he made a deal with you. It was because of a stupid rift. You’ve only heard bits and pieces of the importance of the rift, but you knew it was serious business with how you heard Ford talk about it in passing. You need to find a way to stop Bill. 

Ford sneered. “Try all you want, Bill. But you’re not getting the portal.” Bill rolled your shoulders, earning a few noisy crackles of your bones. Ford tenses up, readying himself for the fight that’s about to pursue when Bill charges towards him, side stepping him at the last second and darting out of the living room. “Haha! I got you!” He teases, hissing out in pain when he applied too much pressure on your busted leg. “Stanley!” Ford yelled out, stumbling over his own feet as he ran after Bill. Hurried footsteps stomp down on the stairs, panicked talking and breaths littered the air. “[Name] is possessed by Bill!” A chorus of “WHAT?” echoes in the house. 

He skids to a stop in front of the open vending machine. Ford tugged on his hair, mumbling to himself in shock. How does he know the password? Wasting no time to dwell on that, he pads down the stairs. His stomach lurches forward when he notices Bill step inside the elevator, a snarky smile on your face as he turns around and waves at Ford. “Bill!” He launches himself forward, missing a few steps of the stairs and landing on the ground near the elevator. He trips over to the closing elevator, his fist slamming on the door as it shuts. 

“Ford, what is going on?” Stan pants out. Ford rapidly presses the elevator button, anxiously watching as the elevator dinged on down to the bottom. An idea passes through your head. Mumbling a self-motivating sentence Mable had showed you, you dived straight through the floor, phasing through the other two rooms and landing in the lab room. As stupid as it sounds, you’re going to repossess your body back.  

“Bill, he–he has [Name]!” Ford delivers a punch to the buttons, knocking the plate off its screws. Stan’s face contorts into a mixture of anger and concern. “He has what!? How the fuck does Bill have [Name], Ford!” Ford rested his forehead on the wall. “Now’s not the time to freak out, Stanley!”

Stan clenched his fists, grinding his teeth together. “It’s the perfect time to freak out, Stanford! Bill has my kid!” 

“Bill has [Name]?” Mable’s shrill reverberated through the empty staircase. “Kids, you can’t be here!” Ford warns, shooting out his hand to stop Mable and Dipper from getting any closer. “We want to help, Grunkle Ford.” Dipper sternly said. “That’s a funny joke, kid.” Stan chuffs out dryly, his attention snapping towards the elevator that was now rising up the shaft, dinging with each stop. “It’s not a joke!” Dipper dipped under Ford’s arm and stood in front of the elevator, Mable following in suit. “Stanley, do something!” Ford gestures to Mable and Dipper who are unmoving from their spot. Stan scoffs, dismissing him with a flick of his wrist. “They’re already here, Stanford. There’s no point in stoppin’ them now.” 

With a loud chime, the elevator pulls back its doors. The twins were the first to step inside, whispering to themselves as Ford and Stan walked in. Mable rushes over to the panel containing three buttons and using her tippy toes, she slams the last button with the palm of her hand. The elevator registers the destination with a slight rumble and shuts the door closed, leading them down to Ford’s lab. 

Ford could see Stan’s harsh breathing and clenched fists out the corner of his eye. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, he steels both him and Ford with: “We’re going to save them, Stanley.” Stan breathes out, teetering his head back with his eyes shut. “I hope you’re right about that.” 

The elevator quivers to a stop, the doors creakily pulling open. The four of them step out of the elevator and into the lab. “I was expecting it to be destroyed down here.” Dipper comments. 

Through the protective window, Ford could see Bill fighting with himself, your body laying limp for a few seconds before revving back up to life. He watches the cycle repeat for a few more times before shaking his head. “He’s outside.” He advises everyone. 

In a blink of an eye, Stan was already out into where Bill was, blowing countless angry questions at his face, his eyes shifting everywhere but at you. “Woah, woah, woah!” Bill took a cautious step back as he watched everyone circle around him, caught off guard with the sudden intrusion. “Don’t get your underwear in a twist, haha, am I right?” 

Pure and utter silence. 

Bill’s smile falters. “Okay, touch crowd!” 

“Cut the crap, Bill. Give me back my kid!” Stan grunts out. “I can let them talk to you! After all, they’re up here.” He taps the side of your head. “Stop messing around!” Ford takes a step toward Bill. “Don’t come any closer!” Your own voice filters through Bill’s interdimensional voice. Ford hesitates in his steps, sharing a cautionary glance with Stan. Shuffling your hand behind you, he pulls out the shimmering rift. “I will break this!” He threatens, flipping it upside down. 

Ford narrows his eyes at Bill. “You would’ve done so by now. What’s stopping you?” He motions Dipper and Mable to sneak past Bill and hide behind him, just in case he decides to do anything that’ll compromise the rift and you. “Nothing!” Bill strains out, trying to wiggle the rift out of your grasp. Ford takes notice of your white knuckles and connects two and two together. You’re somehow fighting against Bill for your body. “Fascinating…” 

“Aghh! Why can’t this stupid kid let go!” Bill grumbles, using your other hand to scrape at your clenched hand. He scratched and clawed until the skin on your hand was red and raw. “Is [Name] currently fighting against you?” Ford inquires, a delighted smile on his face. “W-What? No!” Bill plucks your pinky finger off the rift. “See! I’m in total–” Your body jerks forward, and for a slight second, your eyes glinted back, only for you to be propelled backwards. With a shake of your head, your eyes blink and Bill’s eyes are back on you. “[Name] is a fighter, that’s for sure!” He awkwardly laughs out, still regaining control over your body with how he waverly stumbled side to side. 

Taking advantage of his vulnerability, Ford sent a quiet signal to Mable and Dipper. The twins tackle Bill from behind. A startle yelp leaves his mouth as he falls forward. “Stanley the–” Stan was already swooping in and snatching the rift out of your hands in one swift motion. Bill's face planted on the floor. “This stupid weak body!” Bill whines out, having your hands buckled tightly to your back by Dipper and Mabel. “Get something to tie their arms together with!” Stan said, jogging back into the lab, discreetly hiding the rift away from Bil’’s prodding eyes.

“I was so close!” Bill pressed your face into the dirt. The sharp tiny stones cut into your cheek and all Bill could do is focus on the itching pain rather than the humiliating feeling of being pinned down by two twelve year olds. Ford grabs the rope and securely binds your wrists together. The twins finally shuffle away from your body, watching Bill struggle under the restraints. “I’m going to be traumatized by the end of this.” She lets out a dejected sigh. “I feel like nothing can phase me after this.” Dipper adds. 

“How are we going to get them back into their body?” Stan questioned Ford who was double checking the bindings on your wrist, making sure they weren’t too tight to burn your skin off but tight enough to keep Bill detained “I think I have an idea on how…” He breathes out, looking over to Stan, face full of unease. “But it might not work if everyone isn’t present.” 

Stan found himself staring dumbly at the diagram that Ford had etched into the dirt with a stick. “What is this?” Ford finished the final symbol within the diagram, discarding the stick behind him. “A zodiac diagram.” He says, dusting off his hands. “And what does this have to do with saving [Name]?” 

Ford spares a quick glance over to you. Mable and Dipper sat on each of your sides, keeping a careful eye on you as you alternated with yourself and Bill. Dipper’s face contorted into a painful expression whenever you’d jerk your head upwards, a random assortment of words spilling out of you before your head flies back down. That agonizing process continues for what feels like an eternity and he could clearly see the toll it’s taken on your body. Stan couldn't make himself  watch you suffer, biting his lip so hard blood builds up on his lip.

“Yes.” Ford curtly nods his head. “I had always hypothesized what this would be used for but It never occurred to me until now that it could be used like this.” 

Stan doesn’t like the slight sound of uncertainty in Ford’s tone. How could Ford be so sure that it works? “So, you’re telling me that you have never done this before?” 

“Pretty much, yeah.” He shrugs, pushing up his glasses that were sliding down his nose. “Don’t worry about whether it works or not. We don’t have time to think about what if’s.” Curiously eyeing the symbols on the floor, he pondered in his head. Who could possibly stand on what zodiac?

Mable had walked right next to Stan, she looked like she had something to say when her eyes fell on the diagram, her eyes shining. “That one reminds me of Wendy.” She points at the zodiac that was an ice bag. An idea dawned upon Ford. “Does it now?” He kneels down to Mable’s height. “Mable, dear. Can you look at these zodiac signs and tell me who they remind you of?” 

Mable was quick to point out and tell Ford each symbol that reminded her of a person. Jotting down all the names in his head, he began calling each and every one of them, stringing Mable along to help him convince them to come over to the Mystery Shack. One by one, they all started pooling in. Questions sprouted from one mouth to another and every single time, their questions received answers when their eyes landed on your struggling form.

“Okay, everyone stand in your respective spots and hold hands!” Ford’s voice was quiet in the distance. Stan had found himself kneeling in front of you, his expression unreadable but his eyes carried a deep sorrowful guilt to them. “Feeling guilty, Stanley?” Bill drawled out, pulling your heavy head up, only for it to be knocked down to the side. Your body was growing weak and Bill was tirelessly fighting against it. Unbeknownst to Stan, you were right next to him. Your unrelenting attempts to gain your body back had caused an aggressive strain on your body. You couldn’t stay in it without feeling utterly exhausted, allowing Bill to abuse your weak spot and take over your body. But that weak spot had also applied to him as well. You were trying to regain your breath before you’d try again. 

“Can it, Bill.” He scoops you up from the floor, walking towards the diagram. 

“You don’t have to do this!” Bill aggressively barked out, throwing himself around in Stan’s hold. “I do have to do this. You’re in my kid's body.” He grunted, throwing your body over his shoulder. “They made a deal with me! I won this body fair and square.” Bill argued, hammering your head down on Stan’s back. “Look, I just found out about you not too long ago. But for someone who was supposedly this all powerful demon, you pathetically really weak.” 

He approaches the diagram, setting your body down in the middle. “That’s because I haven’t revealed my true potential yet!” He struck the back of your head hard on the floor, causing your vision to go bleak for a moment. “Do you really need to do all of that?” You grumble, rubbing the back of your tender head. “I do what I please.” He mumbles to himself, rolling over on your stomach. 

Standing in his spot, Stan locked hands with Ford and Soos. “It’s most likely going to feel weird! Stick it through and don’t, I repeat, don’t let go!” A blinding blue light shoots up from the middle and travels through the lines of the diagram, illuminating the place in a bright blue light. 

“No!’ Bill writhed around. He could feel himself slipping away. Your forehead makes direct contact with a rock. He smiles at it, knocking your head against it again. “Oh, Billy! You are just full of ideas today.” He whispered, shuffling over to the stone to the point where he was hovering over it. He laid your head down, feeling the cold stone press against the middle of your forehead. Breathing in through clenched teeth, he raised your head up high. He nailed your head down on the rock, splitting through skin. You could feel the ghost touch of blood trickle down your forehead. 

He laughed crazily as he continued to bash your head onto the rock. With each blow, the rock was painted with more and more blood. He was going to kill you at this rate. Bill lowered his head back down on the rock and you shut your eyes closed. You weren’t going to see Bill crack your head open. But the blistering pain never registered, peeking your eyes open you saw Stan had caught your head in his hand. 

Ford yelled out Stan’s name but Stan ignored it. His chest rapidly heaved in and out as he fell to his knees, resting your dazed head on his lap. You had noticed that Bill was slipping out of your physical form. Darting over to him, you grabbed his hand and ripped him out. Before you could hear Bill’s flurry of cries, you dove right in, repossessing your body once again and hopefully for the last time. 

Grumbled groans escaped you as you regained all your senses. You jolted up in striking pain. Everything hurt, even more than the last you took over. Your stomach rumbled, a flood of whatever liquid shot up into your mouth. You leaned to the side, expelling the fluid. Peeling open your weary eyes, you felt yourself grow nauseous at the pool of blood in front of you. “[Name]!” Stan grabbed your face, directing it toward him. He looked at your eyes and a look of relief settled on his face. “Dad?” You groggily said, your whole world spinning. “Are you okay? Is that demon gone? Where is he?” The massive load of questions made you want to vomit all over again. 

I’m still here! Bill’s grating voice grinding against your brain. You crumble under Stan’s hold, your head thumping in pain “No. He’s still in my head.” You felt another rush of blood clamor up into your mouth. You meekly shove Stan’s hands away from your face, hurling another dump of blood. Cautious voices sounded all around you, your vision distorting in a blurry mess. “Dad?” You forcefully focused your eyes on Stan’s face. “I think there’s something wrong with me.” Talking was enough to strip you away from all the energy you had left and you weren’t sure you had enough time to say anything else before Bill took over again. 

“I know, baby. I know. We’re goin’ to get help, stay with me. Please.” Stan said something to Ford you couldn’t quite catch.

You felt his arms wrap around you and lay you down back on his lap. I’m going to kill you. You scratched at your aching head. “His voice hurts. Hearing it hurts so much.” You murmured, feeling a hand run down your arm up and down soothingly. “Stay strong for me, sweetheart.” A light kiss was pressed on your forehead. 

You cried out, feeling yourself being pulled away. 

“Stanley! Come back now!” You could make out Ford’s scream at Stan. The world was fading before you and you couldn’t help but break down as you heard Bill cackle in your head. Stan saw your eyes flicker to yellow and he delicately placed you down on the floor, running back to his spot. Bill seamlessly takes over, blinking himself awake as he’s shuffling your body up to your knees.

“This is all your fault, Stanley Pines. [Name]’s death will be on your hands!” He bellows, purposely allowing your voice to break through. The strenuous action causes him to tremble forward, blood splattering on the grass. Bill started yelling nonsensical blabbers, anything that would make Stan budge from his spot, to stop the whole process but he stayed put, directly staring Bill down. Bill fell to the side, coughing up bile and a random assortment of fluids. 

In a flash of blue, you feel yourself fully grounded back into your body. A feeling you feel like you haven’t felt in forever. 

A grinding yell echoed in your head. You are so disgustingly weak! Bill screamed in your head. Another splitting headache bore into your head but all you could do is lay there and take it in, feeling so worn-out and droopy that you weren’t able to physically react. I didn’t do much and you’re dying! I did all of this for nothing, for nothing! And it is all your fault! I should’ve broken every single bone in your body and twisted your neck. At least I would’ve gained something from that! You are so useless! 

He was wreaking havoc in your mind. The blinding pain subsided to a lingering pain, black dots swarming your vision. He seems to be doing last minute damage before he’s left with no other choice but to leave your body. With a rugged distorted babble from Bill, your whole world went dark. 

The waiting room was cold, so numbingly cold. Stan casted his gaze down to his hands. Your blood had stained them. He couldn’t tell if it was the blood from your forehead, or the blood you vomited out. But your own blood had been smeared all over him and it made him sick to his stomach. He couldn’t erase the image of your cold limp body laying on the grass, face covered in streaks of blood. This was all his fault. If he had just told you how things were from the start, this wouldn’t have happened. You would’ve been next to him, chattering his ear off about something irrelevant while asking him multiple times if he was listening to you. Despite his thoughts, your soothing presence wasn’t there to console his mourning heart. 

Your doctor had came in earlier to share the state that your body was in. Everyone listened intently to her words as she described the damage that Bill had caused to your body. She said doctors were so mortified with your condition, labeling it as one they have never seen before with how many injuries you sustained on the outside and inside. Stan and Ford had to dodge some questions that had the doctor fired at them, excusing your evenstive wounds with a slip off a mountain, silly teenage activities that almost cost you your own life. She didn’t buy it. 

The doctor's slight graphic description of your injuries only cemented the guilt deeper into Stan. He was a bad father wasn’t it? The only thing he prided himself in for doing right was so easily taken away from him in a blink of an eye. He really was a screw up. Ford and his Dad were right. 

“Stanley.” Ford’s hand on his shoulder withdrew him from his thoughts. “We need to go home. It’s late.” He looks briefly to the seat next to him. The twins had sat on the same seat, their muddled expressions were no longer on their face, instead they were sleeping peacefully, heads leaning against each other. “The twins are asleep.” He tells him. Stan’s gaze glued on his tainted hands. “I’m staying here.” He weakly said. “You need sleep, Stanley.” 

“I can sleep here, Ford.” He snapped, expression tight. “They are going to kick you out.” 

Stan shrugged, clasping his hands together. “Then they’d hafta kick me out then.” 

“I’m not leaving you here.” 

Stan leaned his head back against the wall, huffing out. “I’m not in any mood to fight with you here.” Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his burning eyes. “I’m staying here and there’s nothin’ you can do about it.” He placed his glasses on his lap and crossed his arms, closing his eyes as he shifted around to get comfortable enough to sleep. “Always been so stubborn.” Ford shook his head, getting up from the seat with a light groan. “I’m leaving.” He picks up the slumbering twins, being extra careful to not jostle them around and wake them. Stan grumbled in response, hearing Ford’s footsteps fade away in the distance. 

Stan doesn’t know how long it’s been, all he knows is that he had fallen asleep with the way his neck was sore. “Sir?” A voice broke through his drowsiness. “Sir?” They call out again. “Hm, wha?” Stan peeled open his eyes, the glaring hospital lights momentarily blinded him. Covering his eyes with his palm, he squinted at the lady in front of him. “What’s goin’ on?” 

“We’re closing up for the night, sir. I need you to leave.” She calmly said, offering a soft smile to Stan. “But my kid, they’re in here. I need to be here if anything happens.” He scrambles to put his glasses on. “I assure you sir, whoever your kid is, will be fine. We will keep a lookout if anything happens.” 

“How are you guys goin’ to keep a lookout when you’re all home sleeping away like there isn’t people dying in here!” Stan argued. “Now's not the time, sir. I need you to leave or you’d be personally escorted out by the guards.” Stan sighed, standing up from his chair. “You don’t have to do all that.” He mutters, cracking his back before walking out. Walking out into the summer night, he pulled out his phone to check the time. 

11 P.M. it read. It looked like the doctors allowed him to stay overtime. Usually they’d kick people out of the waiting rooms by around 9 P.M.

His eyes freeze at the baby picture of you on his lockscreen. The photo was taken on your fourth birthday. Stan had gone all out, as he always did, and got you a little birthday hat, little cupcake with a candle that had your age on it, and a mess of confetti and other birthday assortments. You had such a large smile on your face as you were mid bite into your cupcake. He remembered the day so vividly as if it happened yesterday. He clenched his phone tightly, tears flooding his vision. Why did it have to be you? Running his arm roughly over his eyes, he sniffed. He shoved his phone back into his pockets and started walking back to the shack. 

Ford found himself being startled awake by a knock on the door. Sluggishly getting up from the couch, he walked over to the gift shop entrance. He opened the door to be pleasantly surprised to see Stan. He stepped aside, letting Stan walk in. “Kicked you out?” 

“Yup.” Stan accentuating the ‘p’.

“Told you.” 

A quick moment of silence takes over before Stan breaks it. “Is this all my fault?” 

“You were just trying to protect them.” Ford walks over to Stan, shoving his hands under his armpits. “Look where that got ‘em.” Stan cracked his thumb, whispering something to himself before timidly looking at Ford. “Do ya think you can stay with me tonight?” He sheepishly scratches his cheek. “I don’t think I can trust myself bein’ alone or whatever.” 

Ford earnestly smiled at him. “I don’t mind.” Stan nods. “You sleep on the floor though.” 

Stan’s phone loudly rattled on his nightstand, his ringtone noisily blaring its song. “Turn it off!” Ford cried out, folding his pillow over his head. Stan arose from his abundance of blankets and grabbed his phone, dragging it off the nightstand. He squinted at the screen, trying to make sense of the blurry text. Stan reached out for his glasses, shoving them on his face and directing his eyes back on the screen. The word hospital flashed on his face. 

“It’s the hospital!” He swiped his finger, answering the call. He put his phone to his ear and anxiously waited. “Stanley Pines?” A snotty voice spoke from the phone. “Yes!” He clears his throat. “Yes, yes. That’s me. Why’re you callin’?” 

“[Name] has woken up and…” Stan had blocked everything else she said and shut up from the bed. “They’re awake!” He announced, shedding off his blankets and launching off his bed, accidentally stepping on Ford in the process. The whole morning was spent dashing around the house, vigorously getting dressed and making sure everyone was ready to head over to the hospital. After Ford’s triple check, they all clamored inside in the car and drove to the hospital. 

Stan burst into your room, his eyes locking with your bandaged form. “Dad!” You weakly called out, a shaky smile on your face. “Pumpkin!” He sighed out, relieved at seeing your beautiful smile. He wraps you in his arms, burying his face into your hair as he sobs. “I thought..I thought–!” He blubbers out. More welcoming arms wrap around you, wailing wracking through the air. “[Name]!!” Mable dragged out. “Don’t scare us like that ever again.” Dipper sniffed, scrubbing his eyes clear of tears. “Welcome back, kid.” Ford plants a kiss on the top of your head. 

“I’m here guys, you don’t have to worry so much.” You laugh, Stan wiping your tears with his thumb. “How can we not? We almost lost you, pumpkin.” After a tearful reunion, everyone stepped back, allowing you to breathe. They only gave you a few more minutes to yourself before they bombarded you with apologies. Mable and Dipper were stuck to your side, each of them giving you their own version of puppy eyes. Mable was more into it than Dipper, but you still accepted their apologies with a big hug.

“I’m sorry too, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I should have been honest from the get go.” You took Stan’s hand, patting it like you would a dog. “It’s okay, Dad. I forgave you long ago. I should have followed what Ford said and calmed down.” You slightly glare at Ford. “Though, I didn’t like how he said it to me at the same time, so maybe I am justified in my anger?” 

“Ford doesn’t know how to talk. What’s new?” Stan knocked his shoulder with Ford who rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I’m the butt of the joke. As always.” 

“If it isn’t you! Then it would be Dipper,” Mable pokes at him. “But me and Grunkle Stan told all the jokes possible so it isn’t as funny as making fun of you, Grunkle Ford! You’re so nerdy and losery, more than Dipper. And that isn’t a good thing.” 

A crackly laugh leaves Stan. “Thanks for explaining, dear.” Ford said with a strain, his smile wavering. “Someone one upped you, Dipper.” You chuckle. “I don’t know if I should revel in it or feel sad for Ford.” Dipper tapped his finger on his chin. “Don’t overthink it, dude.” You flick his forehead. 

“And Grunkle Ford, where is your apology?” Mable raised her chin up high, doing her best attempt of a haughty queen looking down at her jester. Ford scoffs, “I’m so sorry, your humble majesty.” Dipping his head low to mimic a bow. 

“Oh?” You and Mable share a bewildered expression. “I wasn’t expecting him to actually do it.” You look over to Dipper who had an uncomfortable expression on his face. “I don’t like what’s going on here.” 

“Wait, are you going to have a cool scar on your forehead now?” Mable questions, pointing at your bandaged forehead. Bumbling conversation fills the air, laughter occasionally humming here and there. In the end, they all had to leave for your routine check up by the doctors. Stan was the last one to bid goodbye to you. Kissing your forehead, he held onto your hand, his eyes glistening with tears. 

“I love you so much, kiddo. If I had lost you back there, I dunno what would have happened to me.” He caresses his thumb against your hand. “Don’t say stuff like that, Dad. I’m here, that’s what counts.” 

You share a long hug together, with a few tears being shed.

“I know, I know.” Giving you one last kiss and embrace, he waves you goodbye. 

“I love you!” 

“I love you more, Dad!” 

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I love your blog!! Your writing is incredible and I was hoping you'd be able to write me a Frank Castle fluff fic with a reader who's struggling mentally during her period. I got home and I've just been bawling my eyes our for no reason😭

Thank you sweets🥺. I’m so sorry to hear that, the experience is sooo relatable. I’ve been needing a lot of comfort as well and writing this out for you has helped me out a bunch. I hope i can make you feel better!

With love, Z

Morning Comes

꒰ Frank Castle x Fem reader ꒱

✷ CW : no actual warnings, just a bit of angst and a whole lotta comfort

(Not proofread)

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Your eyes slowly crack open at the sound of rain pattering against your windows. The blinds aren’t closed, Frank left it that way for you and the thought of it caused your lips to lazily stretch upward. He knows how much you love it when it rains, more so when you can see it dribble and roll on glass doors and windows.

With rain comes peace and stillness to your rushing thoughts. That’s how it usually goes. But the heavy sigh you promptly let out, seems to prove differently this time.

The pillow shifts as you glance at the glowing numbers on your bedside clock.

01.46

You attempt to gently pull away from Frank’s tight hold on your waist. But no matter how careful you try to be, the slightest bit of movement still manages to pull him from his slumber. You look over your shoulder as you feel his arm twitch and watch him blink his eyes open.

“Hey Frank.” You huff lightly with a tiny smile.

“You okay sweetheart? Does your stomach hurt?” Frank’s awake now, he rises up to lean on his crooked elbow as his other hand settles on your stomach, gently stroking up and down. You like the sight of him when he’s all soft like this, short hair tussled and eyes heavy.

“Or is it your back?” A shudder ran through your spine as you feel his hand on your lower back, already sneaking its way under your shirt.

“No honey, i’m okay. It’s neither actually.” You turn to face him and whisper in a playful tone, “I just need to pee.”

“Oh— right. Okay.” He lets you go and fully sits up to lean against the headboard.

“Go back to sleep Frank.” You mention quietly as you stretch your arms up, humming as one shoulder pleasantly pops.

“No it’s fine. I’ll wait.” Frank seems adorably determined to wait up for you. So you lean over to press a kiss to his cheek before lifting the blanket from your body, “Okay sweetie.”

The hardwood floor feels cool against your bare feet as you pad towards the bathroom, you shiver as the cold air hit your skin. You shuffle quickly to get this over with. Already severely missing Frank’s warm body, and the passing thought of him strangely causes your throat to clench.

You exhale deeply as you relieve the pressure on your bladder. The thoughts in your head freely wonders as your hands mindlessly move to change your pad. Rolling through your collection of past events; heavier ones in particular, and it’s affecting you more than you’d like to admit.

You get up and pull your panties back on. A staggering breath escapes as you felt the shock of cold water on your hands, and with only a quick glance in the mirror, you can see tears start to line your eyes. It’s not a rare occurrence, you understand that already. Things like this just unfortunately— happens, you can never have full control of it.

“Fuck.” You inhaled sharply, followed by a sob that you attempt to cover with a palm over your mouth.

“Sweetheart? You okay?” Frank half yelled, his voice laced with concern.

As you head out to the bedroom, he catches on and quickly rose up to close the distance between the two of you. His big hands provide the much needed warmth as he cups your wet cheeks.

“Hey. Hey. Shhh. What’s wrong, huh?”

“Frank.” Your voice breaks as you call his name, eyes struggling to come into focus through the influx of tears.

“Yeah baby, i’m here. Come on, i got you. Let’s go back to bed.”

Frank walks the two of you back after linking your hands together, and you are grateful for it.

He sits down on the bed first, hand never letting go of yours as he scoots back into the pillows. “C’mere baby.” He gently beckons, and you settle right into his hold. Frank immediately wraps his arms around you to keep you tight against his chest. The feeling of his thumping heart on your cheek, acts as a kind reminder that you aren’t alone. He’s real and he’s right here with you.

“Shhh. It’s okay baby. It’s okay. I’m here.”

“Frank…”

“Yeah? What d’you need? You wanna talk about it?” He’s so gentle with his offers, he knows never to push you to do anything when you feel like control is no longer yours anymore.

You’re not even sure what you need right now, there is not a single problem you could pinpoint right off the bat. Everything just feels overwhelming, you feel too much for painfully abstract reasons. You just want to cry.

“I don’t know…i—“ You struggle to get the words out as you keep choking back tears. “Just. Hold me.”

You feel him softly nod at your simple request. “Yeah. Of course sweetheart, i can do that.” His fingers brush carefully through your hair then to your shoulder. “I got you. I got you.” He whispers into your hair as he kisses your forehead. He reaches for the blanket that got thrown to the other side of the bed and covers your tangled bodies with it. Then there is only the sound of rain coupled with your near silent weeps.

Though the rush of your persistent sobs eventually calms down as the minutes pass. You find yourself in a calmer state, breath coming in sync with Frank’s

You look up to find him already staring back at you. “You okay?” His brows are knitted together in worry.

“Mmhm. Better.”

His drawn up shoulders then softens, “Good.”

“Don’t wanna talk about it yet though.” You just aren’t ready yet. You feel too exhausted to even think about it right now.

He’s smiling now and you can’t help but mirror it. “S’okay sweetheart. You’ll feel better in the morning. We’ll talk then.”

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Hope you guys loved it. Whatever you’re struggling with, know that i want you to be gentle with yourself and Frank does too. Take care my sweets!

[underaverageheight]

Seungmin who...

seungminxfem!reader genre: fluffy fluff warning(s): none except kim seungmin. i am devastated by this man.

note: idk i started thinking about all the cute seungmin fics i've seen and some of dad!member and i haven't seen minnie sooo this has been prompted :) also i love pochacco and i had no idea pochamii existed lmao

word count: 0.4k (unedited because i couldn't wait to write this)

Seungmin who rarely shows affection in a “traditional” way.

"Here. You like this stuff, right?" He roughly thrusts a bag into your hand. Opening the bag, you were shocked at the sight, there were so many adorable keychains and tiny stuffies. All Pochacco, your new obsession after seeing that Pochacco hat on your boyfriend. Your favorite out of the bunch was a Pochacco keychain and it's matching pair, Pochamii. "Wonder how that got there..." The blush on his ears told you everything.

Seungmin who learns how to show his affection with you.

Seungmin who musters the courage to propose to you on the beach.

Seungmin who treats you like everything he’s ever wanted, and more.

Seungmin who asks, “Can I start a family with you?” after seeing the kids playing at the park.

"Baby fever hitting you pretty hard Seung," "Shut up," he grinned, squeezing your hand softly.

Seungmin who is so so gentle and loving but also gives you so much to make sure it takes.

Seungmin who picks you up and swings you around with a grin after seeing the positive tests.

"I'm so happy! I can't wait! You're going to be an amazing mom," He hugged you from behind, kissing your neck before snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, not wanting to let go.

Seungmin who is obsessed with peppering kisses over your baby bump.

"You look beautiful." "I look like this everyday." "You get prettier by the day," He grins, rubbing your stomach gently.

Seungmin who goes to Minho for help on how to make your insane cravings a reality.

"You know what looks like it'd taste good? Laundry detergent." "I love you but what the fuck. No. absolutely not. This is why they put a child lock on them." "I'm not a child." A raised eyebrow from your husband makes you laugh. "Okay okay how about chips with syrup and onion rings with peanut butter and chocolate?" "Oh god."

Seungmin who falls in love with you a thousand times over when you excitedly takes his hand to feel the baby kick.

"Feel! Hurry!" You yanked his hand from the bag of chips and placed it on your belly. His offended look was replaced by one of surprise and love.

Seungmin who refuses to let you do anything, coming to you after household chores because we love malewife minnie, to lie down next to you and whisper things to your belly.

Seungmin who lets you squeeze the life out of his arms and hands while in labor.

Seungmin who cries at the sight of your angel and you.

“You did a wonderful job, my love.”

[littlestarbigsky]

so ive been saying for a hot minute that i want to write some more with mama curtis sooo happy thursday gang, here’s this silly lil dally and mama curtis fic🩷

tbh i loved writing this so if you’d be interested in seeing more stuff like this plss tell me <33

the mid morning sun shone brightly through the window as mama opened the front door after her shift at the hospital. it had been a long night, her feet stinging with every step she took. she kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned the top of her scrubs, gazing longingly down the hallway as she imagined her bed, and how good it would feel to finally sleep.

the euphoria was short lived. as she surveyed the kitchen and living room, checking for unwashed dishes or anything her sons may have forgotten, when her eyes landed on another boy hunched over on her couch. she had to swallow a gasp as she took in his appearance. his hair was matted with dried blood, his clothes hanging off him loosely and torn in places, but her initial shock seemed to double as he looked up at her. both of his eyes were swollen and red, a thick trail of blood dried around both of his nostrils, and a slice, probably from a switchblade, across one of his cheeks. if she hadn't known him so well, the planes and curves of his face like the back of her hand, she might not have recognized him.

"dally..." she sighed, hurrying over to him and sitting down on to coffee table to face him, freshly fourteen and full of anger and fear.

"you should see the other guy..." he muttered, wincing as his split lip tore open with the speech.

"i don't care about the other guy," mama answered quickly, gently brushing some of his hair back from his forehead to get a better look at him. "what happened?"

"man, i don't know," dally flinched away as her hand grazed a cut nestled somewhere in his mess of hair. "there were a bunch of 'em, i don't remember."

she sighed heavily, "c'mon, get your ass in the bathroom."

he rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the couch, limping to the bathroom, mama walking a bit behind him to survey what else might be wrong. a part of her supposed it was lucky that all of these boys had a nurse close by to patch them up when they needed it, but it didn't make it any easier for her to see them so banged up.

especially dally. gpd, if that kid could make it two weeks without showing up at her doorstep looking like a stray dog, she’d sleep a lot better at night. she knew he had been trying, hell, sodapop said dally had even helped an old lady who fell in the park. he had admittedly swiped $10 from her, but… details. she knew he didn’t mean to cause her so much trouble, but the fact was, it seemed to find him just fine.

the angle dally was holding his head at seemed relatively normal, and he didn't seem too disoriented, so she silently ruled out a concussion. every few steps, he'd hiss quietly and grab at his side, leading her to suspect a broken rib or two.

he pushed the bathroom door open and sat down on the closed toilet seat, knowing their little routine by now. dally had been in tulsa for about six months after hopping trains all the way from new york city. the first time mama had met him, she was chasing him away with a broom when he offered her 11-year-old a cigarette. she knew kids in tulsa got into that stuff early, lord knows johnny was already smoking at 12 and a 15-year-old two-bit had shown up at her door drunk one night, but she was keeping her boys away from all of that if she could help it. dally wasn't like the other kids in tulsa, all those nasty things she’d tried to steer them away from, were old habits of his.

"where?" she asked as she started pulling supplies out of the first aid kit, and she knew this routine of theirs well enough to know he understood.

"the nightly double yesterday," he sighed, watching her hand apprehensively as she approached his face with an alcohol wipe.

she started to wipe away the blood caked under his nose and around the cut on his cheek, "last night? where were you all night then?"

dally shrugged, tipping his head back as mama cleaned out the wound, "around, i bummed 'round the drive-in for a while longer, i crashed in the lot."

"why'd you only come here in the morning then?" she fished around in his rat's nest of hair to try to find the cut, and he winced violently as she found it. "sorry, honey."

dally just rolled his eyes, "thought steve or two or johnny might be layin' over, didn't wanna make a fuss."

she nodded, accepting the story for what it was. even though two-bit and johnny had been frequent flyers lately, they hadn't been staying over, but there was every chance they could have been. dally was being honest, she could tell.

"next time," she tilted his head back gently. "you can stay in the recliner or we could stick steve or johnny with soda. it's getting cold, dally, you can't be sleeping out in the lot like that."

he huffed out a breath and she continued to work. they fell mostly silent, except for dally's occasional hisses in pain as she dabbed at cuts and bruises. dally's nose was broken, but by her estimation, he'd already set it back in place, and there wasn't much else she could do about it. she put a few butterfly closures over the gash on his cheek, praying that he wouldn't end up needing stitches or getting it infected, which seemed much more likely. once she had him all cleaned up, she admitted silently that he wasn't in as bad a shape as she had initially thought.

"stand up," she instructed, holding out a hand to help hoist him off the toilet.

he pulled himself up gingerly and raised his arms, knowing she would ask. she lifted his shirt up and ran gentle fingers along his ribs, feeling for breaks. when she seemed satisfied not to have found any, she gave a few experimental squeezes to his stomach. he flinched whenever she would press on a bruised area, but nothing seemed wrong internally. she smiled; he was okay.

she stood up and dally dropped his arms, not meeting her eyes.

"you look like you're gonna pass out," she pressed the back of her hand to his forehead and frowned. "i'm gonna get you something else to wear and we're gonna get some food in you, alright?"

he nodded mutely, waiting patiently for her to fish some clothes out of the drawers in her sons’ bedrooms and bring them back for him. he changed out of his torn and dirty jeans and t-shirt, dragging himself out into the living room and collapsing onto the couch, pulling his knees into his chest and burying his face in them. she came back out after a few minutes, a plate with some toast and sliced fruit in her hands.

she set the plate down on the coffee table and sat down next to him, maybe closer than he would have wanted, but something in her knew he wouldn’t shy away.

“you know, i can hear all those thoughts buzzing around in that head of yours,” she mused. dally slowly lifted his head and looked over at her, his eyes meeting hers in a knowing gaze. “you don’t have to be strong with me, baby, i know you’re hurtin’.”

dally glanced down at his hands clasped over his knees, knuckles bruised and dried blood caked over top. he didn’t even know if it was his. he slowly shifted and laid against her side and the second he was touching her, he knew he never wanted to move. she tugged him a little closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

the contact was so gentle, so kind, so unlike anything dally had ever experienced, even with his big sister back in new york. even then, they had always been rough and tumble, never stopping to feel scared or talk each other down when one of them was hurt. he felt something inside of him snapping, maybe the pieces of himself that promised he’d never cry again, or maybe just something that’d had just about enough of getting beat on by preppy rich kids. either way, tears welled in his eyes and he sniffled heavily, trying to keep them at bay.

“that’s it,” she rested her head against his, carefully avoiding the cut she had just cleaned. “it’s alright, honey, i’ve got you.”

dally didn’t know how to feel, but he was becoming more and more aware that he had no control over it either way. he tried to blink back a tear, but instead, they fell from both of his eyes. he heaved a huge breath in frustration, and looked the other direction, hoping she wouldn’t notice.

instead, she guided his head to rest on her shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to his head.

“you’re a real bruiser, dallas winston,” she whispered. “doesn’t mean it don’t hurt.”

dally shuddered, the delayed panic and pain settling somewhere in his chest. he curled up into mama’s warm embrace, emotions he didn’t even know he had pouring out of him like he was a stuck pig.

“mama…” he whimpered, pressing his face into her shoulder.

she smiled softly, combing a hand through his hair, “i love you, kiddo. get some rest.”

when ponyboy got home after school, spotting dally asleep on the couch in minutes, he walked back to mama’s room, where she was in bed reading a book.

“dally’s on the couch,” he informed her nonchalantly.

“i know,” she held out a hand to her youngest, still small for eleven years old and still as much a mama’s boy as he was the day he was born.

he crawled up on the bed with her, “he was pretty banged up.”

“i know, i’ve got him all sorted out,” she pulled pony into her lap, where he leaned up against her shoulder contentedly. he was a dead weight against her, she could feel how tired he was.

“what do you mean?” he asked quietly, his brows furrowed.

she squeezed him for a moment before pressing a kiss to the crown of his head, “everyone just needs a mama sometimes.”

[ddejavvu]

sooo mei I was reading through your matt murdock ml and stumbled across the mafia one and pleaseee that is so cute, would you ever expand on that au? like maybe r’s flat is broken into and before she can even go to the cops there’s a bunch of matt’s guys there like don’t worry we’ve got it handled and she’s just ???

mafia!matt is the last thing i thought i'd be writing in the year 2024 but i can work with what you gave me <3

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You're not sure whether you'd consider yourself lucky for escaping the bank unscathed, or unlucky for having been in the bank during an active shooting in the first place. Either way, the entire ordeal leaves you unsettled for weeks. You're bordering on agoraphobic, but food is a must, so you set out to brave the streets of Hell's Kitchen in search of something quick and dirty.

Upon your return, you know you're unlucky. You'd locked the door when you'd left, but evidently that doesn't stop someone who's desperate enough to break into a place that's barely up to code. You stare into the gaping, dark recess of your burgled apartment, noting that several electronics and appliances are out of place, but none of them appear to be missing. Your television is cracked, but you suppose your computer will be a suitable replacement until you can manage to afford a new screen.

You back away from the door just in case there's still someone inside; you're not stupid enough to investigate for yourself. However, the moment you step back, you ram into someone behind you, and your mottled nerves make you nearly shoot out of your skin.

All you can manage is a muffled, 'mmf!' when a hand clamps itself over your mouth, but the voice accompanying the hand is quick to assure you, "Easy, tuts, we're not gonna make it worse. We're with- uh, the cops. Okay? We got a call from the neighbors, 'said they heard someone breakin' in. We've got it handled, alright? Just relax. You can head back inside, that creep is long gone. We'll have someone stand guard outside, got it?"

You're only let go of when your captor deems you calm, but your heart is still racing in your chest when you turn to face him. He doesn't look anything like a police officer, but he does look menacing. He shows you a badge and I.D, and they look authentic enough for your arrythmia to settle.

"Go on," He ushers you towards the door, "Get in there, we'll take care of it from here."

You adjust your grip on your plastic bag of frozen meals, passing a couple other men that are now posted at the front door of your apartment. Each attempts a kind smile at you, and you're glad to shut the door on them once you get inside.

There's a man on your couch.

You don't notice until you flick the light switch on, but he's sitting there, clad in a suit and sunglasses. You shriek, and briefly consider whether or not your frozen ravioli could be used as a suitable projectile.

"Relax," The man stands, an easy smile on his face, one that drips with sympathy, "I'm Matt. I'm here to stand guard."

"Why were you sitting in the dark?!" You demand, now doubting the validity of the police badge you'd seen earlier, regretting the decision to trust these less-than-official men.

"It doesn't matter to me whether it's light or dark," He chuckles, and your face flushes momentarily when you realize what his sunglasses are for.

"Oh. Well- well you're not doing a very good job of making me relax, Matt. I feel like I'm more in danger of you than I am of someone else breaking into my house."

The man's smile is gentle, but not weak, "Sorry. Just go about your business, okay Y/N? We'll replace your damaged property and be out of your hair as soon as we can eliminate the threat.”

"Eliminate...?" You echo cautiously, "How long does that take?"

"Depends. A day. A week. Months, maybe. But this is all for your precaution, Y/N," He stands, making his way over to you and carefully feeling out the broken glass on the floor with the toe of his shoe. He places a hand on your shoulder, "Just trust me, I'm here to help. None of this will ever happen to you again- not on my watch."

[tkaulitzlvr]

HEYYY sorry if this is kinda long but ur my fav writer so i trust u w writing this 🤞

Could you write smth where tom used to be a player but he started dating the reader and seemed really loyal, but they go to a party together, their first party as a couple and when the reader leaves to go buy drinks she comes back to find tom sitting down with a bunch of girls, it looks like he’s flirting with them. sooo the reader gets really upset and walks all the way home thinking he’s cheating already even after only dating for like a month. tom follows her home, trying to explain himself and he eventually explains that he wasn’t cheating, he was trying to get away from all the girls politely, but was kinda trapped. the reader forgives him and it ends in smut or fluff or whatever u want.

SORRY ITS SO SPECIFIC LMAOOO

WHAT IT SEEMS - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: tom has finally managed to settle down with you, discarding his womanising ways. but, you see something that makes you think otherwise, tom desperate to explain himself to you, certain that you have got the wrong idea.

content: angst + fluff

a/n: love this idea, thank u so much for the request i hope u enjoy !! this is lowk ass tho i’m so sorry😭😭

“we really don’t have to go schatz, i know you don’t like these sorts of places.” tom repeats, standing in the frame of the bathroom door as i apply my make-up in the mirror. “we can stay here instead, i’ll get some snacks from the store, just me and you?”

he tries to reason with me, knowing that i’ve never been a party person. i hated large groups of people, not understanding the buzz that people got from drinking unsafe amounts of alcohol and fucking some random, the idea literally my worst nightmare. i preferred to stay inside and watch a movie, or bake something, finding comfort in familiarity, never described as an extroverted person.

tom however, was the complete opposite. he was a party animal, ending up at a different club every night, with a different girl between the sheets after he left. that is why our relationship was so unexpected, but it seems that tom had changed. he settled down, spending less and less time out at a random bar, instead spending his nights with me, soon realising that the party scene wasn’t something i enjoyed. at first, i was hesitant to believe that he had changed his ways completely, but, a month into our relationship, he has given me no reason to not trust him, this the reason why i am deciding to finally give in and go to just one party, tom having missed out for so long. but he is clearly confused by my change of heart, trying to remind me that he is more than okay with not going, growing to enjoy quiet nights at home.

“tom i’m fine. you haven’t been to a party in forever.” i start, blinking rhythmically as i apply my mascara, before moving backwards away from the mirror and turning to face him. “besides, i can’t stay locked up here forever. i have to live a little.”

he tilts his head, still uncertain despite my clear lack of hesitation. his lips purse together as he walks towards me, resting his hands on my hips. i can tell that he is questioning it, part of him missing the parties that he used to go to. but the new and sensible part of him, the part that is more prominent now, silently reminds himself of how much he has grown to love spending time with me and only me, coming to the conclusion that parties were never as fun as he had sometimes made them out to be, much preferring my company to getting shitfaced in some random club.

“there’s other ways to have fun besides getting wasted all the time. i like that about you. you don’t have to be drunk to have fun.” he says, kissing my forehead softly.

“i want to go.” i state, looking upwards at him, my eyes wide as i attempt to convince him to calm down a little.

“are you sure baby? i don’t want to force you into doing anything you’re uncomfortable with. you know i’d hate myself if you got there and didn’t like it. i’d much rather we-”

i cut him off by pressing my lips against his, sealing his over dramatic rambling with a short kiss. “i’ll be fine, okay?” i reassure him, my forehead against his.

he lets out a small smile, sighing heaving before speaking. “fine, get ready. but if you don’t like it, we’re leaving straight away. deal?”

i roll my eyes at his protectiveness, my heart melting at how much he cares. though it is a little frustrating, i can’t be mad at him, nodding my head slowly as a chuckle leaves my lips, my body turning back towards the mirror as i finish applying my make-up, my small crop top and tight skirt already on. tom walks behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, letting his hands rest on my stomach, before resting his head in my neck, planting gentle kisses there as i finish the rest of my makeup, small giggles leaving my mouth when his lips touch a sensitive spot on my neck, or his hands gently squeeze my stomach and his fingers slightly tickle the skin. he smiles behind me, his eyes calm and half-lidded, dreads resting over his shoulders and draping onto mine as he slowly rocks us side to side, continuing to kiss my neck from behind until i am finally finished.

the walk to the club is short, tom’s hand staying clasped in mine as we wander through the darkened streets, few people and the occasional car driving by us. i prefer peaceful nights like this, time to admire the city, rather than being face first in the crowds that daytime brought along with them. tom is speaking about something random, a lazy smile tugging on my lips as i look upwards, not particularly focusing on what he is saying, instead admiring his features - eyes fixed on the way his brown eyes shine, occasional smile gracing his face as he speaks, tongue grazing against his lip piercing. i take in this rare moment, though to some it is simple, to me it is something to be treasured, happy to listen to whatever tom is saying, finding it adorable how he gets so into a conversation when it is about something he cares for.

my cold breath leaves my lips as i exhale, reminding me how bitter the weather is, despite the warmth that the jacket tom had insisted on letting me wear brings me. occasional laughter emits from our mouths, sharing pointless conversation, enjoying the simplicity of each other’s company, our content exchange soon cut off by the sound of overly-loud music, signalling that we have arrived.

the queue to get in is longer than i had expected, tom not phased by this as the bouncer seems to recognise him, flashing him a quick smile and letting the both of us in. it is completely packed, drunken bodies encircling my vision, this enough for me to become easily overwhelmed. tom realises this, bending downwards so that his voice can be heard over the loud music.

“you okay? we can leave if you don’t like it.” he squeezes my hand as he speaks, bringing me into his embrace, his hands now running up and down my arms.

i shake my head, not wanting to leave before i had even given the place a chance. i let out a small ‘i’m fine’ in response, tom nodding his head and leading me through the crowd, looking downwards at me every few seconds, his hand never leaving mine until we emerge, arriving at a smaller section cut off from the rest of the club, being what i assume as the VIP section. the staff there recognise tom like the bouncer had, letting him in as we find a couch and table unoccupied.

he flops onto it, spreading his legs and wrapping his arm around my shoulder as i sit beside him, his other resting on the back of the couch. he scans the area, his lips pursed, head lazily nodding to the beat of the music, fingers tapping against my shoulder.

“you okay?” he shouts over the music, looking over at me and planting a small kiss on my forehead, pulling me closer into his side.

i nod my head, pointing a finger over to the bar. “i think i’m gonna go get a drink. you want one?”

he seems hesitant to let me go, his face falling a little, seemingly surprised at my willingness to walk around alone. the place somehow seems to feel busier, the bar totally packed, scattered with glasses, some empty, some practically full. but i figure that if i want to put myself out there more, i can’t rely on tom to be by my side, wanting to do this small thing alone.

“you sure baby? i can come with you?” he asks, looking upwards and seeing how crowded it has become.

“i’ll be fine. you can see the bar from here anyways, it’s not like anything can happen.” i say, pointing out the direct view our table has to the bar. though it is a little far away, past the small crowd of people forming there, it is in our eye line, tom able to maintain a perfect view of me.

“okay, but i’m watching the whole time. if anything happens i’ll be right over.” he gives in, though i can tell by his tone he is still reluctant. despite this, i stand up, pulling my skirt down a little bit. “and get me a beer please schatz.”

his hand plants a small squeeze on my ass, my body whipping around to scold him, yet my eyes are met with that same infamous smirk, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as i shake my head, a low chuckle escaping my lips. i walk over to the bar, reaching it successfully after pushing through a few wasted bodies. i turn around, squinting my eyes to try and spot tom, seeing that he is still alone, his own eyes searching to meet mine. he spots me, sending me a small smile and wave, his face visibly calming down once i am within his sight.

i turn back around towards the bar, resting my frame against the hard wood. a tall man comes towards me from the other side, nodding for me to order.

“a beer and a piña colada, thanks.” i say, pulling out a twenty dollar bill from my purse and pressing it flat against the table.

he nods, taking the money and starting to prepare the drinks. i awkwardly tap my fingers against the wood as i wait, the music seeming to get louder, leaving me with a pounding headache. my body is warm, unsure of whether it is the proximity of sweaty figures dancing around me, or the sweltering air, everything in the room feeling ten times closer than it would outside.

he places the drinks against the table, shooting me a small smile as i take them, returning the gesture and turning around. my eyes catch a small glimpse of tom from where i am stood, quickly doing a double take as i realise that he is not alone. from a distance, i can spot at least four girls, two at either side of him. he appears pretty content, a large grin from ear to ear as he engages in conversation, the girls way too close for my liking. they are practically up against him, wearing next to nothing, their bodies covered with dresses so skimpy i wouldn’t have bothered wearing anything at all.

he seems completely comfortable, the only difference in how he was sat before being that his hands had moved from either side of the couch, now resting in his lap. i can see him shake his head, that flirty smile never faltering. however i reach my breaking point when one girl leans closer, about to place her hand on his thigh. that’s when i lose it.

i storm towards the table, tom’s attention quickly turning to me as the eyes of the girls sat beside him all turn to me too, curious to see what has been able to divert his attention so easily. his face softens as he seems somewhat glad to see me, this only angering me more. one second, he is entertaining girls because i leave for a minute, then his eyes light up as i return, as if he hadn’t looked at them with that same grin i have seen way too many times before - all before we started dating. my jaw is clenched, eyes cold and harsh as i slam the drinks down onto the table, part of the liquid splashing out of the tall glass from the force.

“there’s your fucking drink, asshole.” i scoff, shaking my head and turning around, starting to find my way through the large crowd in the centre.

i can hear his voice behind me, constantly calling my name as he forces his way through the crowd, only a few steps behind me. i ignore his pleas, feeling like a complete idiot for believing that he had changed.

“get out of my fucking way!” i shout over the music, pushing the last few people out of my way, my eyes finally meeting the exit, leaving it quickly, tom still following me as he continues to be persistent, my name pouring from his lips every few seconds.

the night is even colder than it was when we had arrived, my entire body shivering once i emerge onto the empty street, the distorted blur of music no longer helping to drown out the sound of tom’s voice as it seems to get closer and closer. i continue to shrug him off, speeding up as my heels click across the pavement. my hands run up and down my arms in an attempt to warm myself up, now without the comfort of tom’s jacket to keep my temperature high, my small and tight outfit providing no warmth at all.

however, my fast steps are no longer enough to keep myself distanced from tom as i feel his hand on my shoulder, the strength of its hold causing me to stop in my tracks.

“jesus christ, baby, what the fuck?” he asks, out of breath, his chest heaving up and down as i face him, his eyes heavy and filled with confusion once he processes the hurt etched upon my face.

“don’t fucking touch me!” i scoff, roughly detaching my shoulder from his head, my eyes becoming glassy, both from the harshness of the wind and the reality that tom hadn’t ever changed his ways as i had thought. “just fuck off, you’ve done enough. and i actually thought you were different, how fucking naive can i be?”

i turn around, starting to walk away again. yet he speeds up, jogging and moving to stand in front of me, completely trapping me.

“baby, please it’s not what it looks like.” he pleads, his own expression now filled with desperation as he begs for me to hear him out, my mind set on what it had seen - no explanation able to change that.

“really? so i didn’t see those girls all over you?” i challenge, shaking my head as a sarcastic chuckle leaves my lips, in disbelief of how stupid he is making me out to be.

“you’re blowing this way out of proportion! you’ve got the complete wrong idea schatz.” he says, his own voice raising a little as he becomes frustrated.

“do you know how unbelievable you are? i should’ve known, i was never good enough to make you want to settle down.” the tears cascade down my cheeks, my teeth sinking into my lips as i quickly move around him, walking away once again.

but, he doesn’t accept my desire to leave, taking my hand and pulling me backwards, his eyes glossy with tears, his sudden display of emotion taking me by surprise.

“liebe, please can you just listen to me for a second?” he sighs, his voice wavering as he speaks. i stay silent, the tears pouring down my face, yet he takes my lack of response as a sign to continue. “they came over to me. i told them straight away that i wasn’t interested.”

i furrow my eyebrows, a mixture of guilt and disbelief taking over. one part of me feels terrible for not letting him explain, this whole thing my fault if he is telling the truth. but, the more infuriated side of me doesn’t believe him for a second, refusing to even consider that he brushed them off, tom never being the type to refuse a girl’s company. and it is this anger within me that acts out, cutting his explanation short.

“fucking bullshit. do you think i’m an idiot-”

he cuts me off, continuing to explain. despite my cold tone, he remains calm, taking my hands in his own, his eyes softly looking into mine as he speaks.

“i told them my girlfriend is here, and i’m not interested. they wouldn’t give in. i didn’t want to be rude, you know i’m not like that. but i didn’t let them do anything. didn’t you see how i was sitting? i’ve never had my arms closer to me in my life!”

he lets out a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood a little. but once he sees that i am in no mood to joke around, he shakes his head, straightening his expression before continuing.

“i was literally about to get up to come and find you, but then you came over. i get that it might’ve looked weird from far away, but i promise you.” he trails off, taking one step closer to me, reluctantly reaching upwards to gently graze his thumb across my cheek, applying a little more pressure once i accept his touch. “i promise you that i shut it down straight away. i want you and only you.”

both of his hands cup my face, his thumbs running comfortingly over the soft skin, his eyes scanning mine as he awaits my response, my mind working at a million miles per minute as i try to find the right words. though i am still angry, now more at the girls than him, it is impossible to ignore the sincerity of his words, guilt rising within my stomach as i feel nothing but regret for not trusting him.

“i’m sorry.” i mutter, removing my eyes from his own as i stare at the ground, salty tears rolling down my face more than they had before.

“hey, hey…” he trails off, lifting my chin with his pointer finger, his face falling once he sees my state. he plants a soft kiss to my lips whilst his fingers wipe away the tears resting on my cheeks. i kiss back, his lips soft and warm, enough to calm me down instantly.

he pulls back, resting his arms on my lower waist as his forehead sits against mine.

“you can always trust me. i’d never, ever, cheat on you. i’m sorry for how i used to be, and if i could change it, i promise you that i would, in a heartbeat. i want to be better, for you. you mean more to me than anyone else in this world, and i want to show it. you just have to let me try. okay?”

his lips stay parted as his slightly ragged breathing fans against my face, his warmth contrasting with the harshness of the climate around us.

“okay.” i say, nodding my head. he brings his lips to mine, smiling into the kiss as i gladly reciprocate, feeling his hands bring me closer into him.

“come on, let’s get you home.” he says, pulling away and holding his hand out for me to take. i smile warmly, intertwining my fingers with his as he pulls me closer, kissing my forehead gently. we begin the short walk home, tom stopping after a few seconds. he pulls his jacket off, tugging it along his frame. he takes a sleeve, gently threading my arm through it, repeating his motion with my other arm, until the material completely submerges me, my body warming up almost instantly.

he smiles downwards at me, kissing my cheek quickly, noticing the way a loud yawn escapes my lips after he does so. he bends down, placing one arm behind my neck, the other scooping me upwards by my legs as he carries me bridal style, a surprised gasp leaving my mouth at his actions, however it soon turns into a loud giggle once he begins planting large kisses across my face. he is grinning from ear to ear, his heart warming at the happiness plastered on my face, his hold on me tightening as he places one last kiss to my nose.

his arms remain securely around me as he walks slowly, the rocking motion of his steps causing my eyes to feel heavy, my eyelids beginning to fall shut, on the verge of falling asleep. my breathing slows, close to slipping into unconsciousness, however tom’s low voice prevents me from doing so. he clearly thinks that i have fallen asleep, yet i hear the phrase pour from his lips as clear as day.

“i love you.”

requests are open! keep sending them in, there’s a lot in my inbox atm but i’ll get to it as soon as i can!!

[fraudulent-cheese]

Gonna be a little silly and say 1, 5, 20, and 23 for Eva, Zoey, Beardo, and Damien ?

/HenkePenke

OH BOY I ASKED FOR ASKS AND I GOT SERVED. I'll go in the order you gave me :p

Eva:

1. Why do you like this character?

There's a couple reasons why i like her, despite her little screentime, and one of them is her hot temper, actually.

To me she only truly gets pissed off in two or three episodes, and they're usually triggered by understandable things; loosing her MP3 player during TDI, and struggling with the interviews during TDWT. Which. I can relate to both, i fucking hate it when i missplace stuff but headphones are especially annoying, and i get frustrated suuper easily when trying out new things. i like angry girls <3

I think the tidbit in her bio about wanting to be a leader, and working on her temper are also interesting and i wish those went anywhere since we don't get a character in a team leadership role that isn't either bossy or a coniving bastard until Sky in TDPI.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

So! Im gonna struggle with this question! Because unless i've directly thought about it before im gonna have like 0 answers lmao

For Eva, the main problem is moreso that the first song that comes to mind is not one for her specifically but one i associate with a heatheva fic i was trying to write - one that matched the vibe of songs i think she'd compose herself. And it was also just a song i was listening to at the time. Sooo Imħabbti by Ghoolie it is!

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character? (the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter)

I can't pick between Izzy and Noah lmao, can't seperate team escope even if i wanted to! Eva's one of the few characters in this cast that can regularly match Izzy's sheer manic energy, and she'd bounce off Noah very well (in my head) and in general i think these two are a good fit with Eva; they all come accross as people that don't have many friends and would treasure the ones they have, even if they're not the most obvious about it. I think it's sweet, and kinda sucks that when people only draw two of team escope Eva's usually the one missing :<

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Honestly, anytime she has a little pout or suprised eyes. or smiles. she so cutie pattotie

Zoey:

1. Why do you like this character?

I'll admit, my favorite parts about her are more conceptual than her in canon? I like that she's kind of an indie girl, since we don't have another girl character that's like her in that way. I also think her judgemental streak and people pleasing tendencies are interesting but i wish they were more clearly displayed in canon. that or im misremembering lol

I also like her haircut! I like how the red dyed hair makes her both stand out next to the other girls, but also means you can't call her red haired without implying she's ginger (and she isn't). Also the pigtails are cute and i like messing around with them in drawings!

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

I've said before that she'd listen to Panchiko (and also The Scary Jokes but i haven't assigned her a specific song) sooo yeah

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character? (the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter)

Oh that's a good question as well since she's already in a canon trio (friendship finale, aka her, Cameron and Mike), and i think both of them are perfectly good choices, since on one hand you have the pretending to be normal duo and on the other you have the super sheltered kid and the one that goes outside, and they can all learn stuff from eachother and in general i find it sweet!

But also i'd be kidding myself if i didn't also think Sierra was a good option? they're both nerdy, weird girls that like Total Drama! They have a bunch of shit in common! I can't pick between these three im sorryyy

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Her render in the Toxic Targets flash game. She looks so sad girl what happeneddd

Beardo:

1. Why do you like this character?

Both his Cake Entertainment Flyer label and his canon one are interesting to me. Despite how he spent most of his time on screen making sound effects, he seems to be one of the more down to earth characters in the TDPI cast, and while i do like that cast alot i can't deny that it really needed more down to earth characters that aren't just Jasmine (outside of her apparent trust issues) and Sky (who's generally more introverted than anything else)

Also? Characters that like music get points from me by default.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

In general i think Beardo makes his own songs, including keeping around a ton of sounds to use as samples; in general he'd like House and genres similar to them, and considering the equipment seen in his audition tape i think he'd act as DJ for like. parties or some shit. and i think this song right here would be featured in the tracklists quite often vv

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character? (the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter)

Ella. I do not CARE that they don't interact a single time, they're the two song enjoyers of their generation they would get along SO WELL they would try to form a band with Beardo on the instrumentals and Ella on the vocals and use samples from Disney or Fairytale movies and it would be so awesome because they'd both be out of their comfort zones since Ella would be exposed and participate in the creation of music in genres she wouldn't have seeked out on her own otherwise and Beardo would have to write lyrics which he wouldn't have to otherwise!!!

23. Favorite picture of this character?

He barely has any appereances in canon so i kinda have to pick the beta design. Boy why are you so devious

Damien:

1. Why do you like this character?

One of the few good things the second season of the reboot did was make me actually care for and like Damien, since he took charge and gained confidence in himself and his abilities! I like the progression from him having the normal person reaction to everything total drama (being freaked out by a ton of shit happening), him slowly adjusting up until he decides he wants to stay before his elimination during Season 1, and then coming back to prove himself during Season 2!

In general he's pretty charming and just. He's a nice dude! i like having him be around! It's nice!

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Either Cabinet Man by Lemon Demon or Registry by COMPUTER DATA. In general his music tastes would be varied, he'd bounce from rock to indie to lofi house to some fourth thing. I picked these two out since the latter uses samples from Mario games and he'd 100% appreciate that, and the former because. I just think he'd be a Lemon Demon fan.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character? (the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter)

That would've been a hard question if canon didn't serve an answer on a silver plator to me thanks to reboot Season 2 again, because it's Nichelle!!! It's Nichelle and it's an easy answer. The contrast between Damien being some guy and Nichelle being a big famous Hollywood actress is very fun, and i don't think Nichelle has actual friends outside of that? So Damien being her actual first friend is great :D

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Hehe sheep!

[primadonalover]

Sworn to Hate Eachother

Summary: River and Y/n are sworn to hate eachother, however y/n starts to question her real feelings for her rival when Lamb suggests what could be the deep-rooted problem between them.

Short Note: Those of you who know Slow Horses know the way Lamb speaks. For me personally, I'm not a fan or swearing, so I won't be adding it in my writing. Just wanted to mention this incase you slow horses fans thought I'd written Lamb inaccurately

"How could you! How ... just....JUST HOW!?"

Lamb yelled whilst he marched round the carpet of his deteriorating office, laced with the not so faint stench of cigarettes and alcohol.

"I JUST...." He spoke with an exasperated tone, running his hand through the mess that he called hair.

"Look we're sorry alight." Cartwright spoke trying to reason with the hysterical man.

"You don't need to apologies for me, I'm not a baby." Y/n rolled her eyes at the agent that stood by her.

"Well you acted like a baby on the mission didn't you." Cartwright scoffed in response.

"Are you serious right now?! You were the one who was acting like a baby!"

"It was MY mission, therefore I got the gun!"

"Your can't shoot to save your life! I should have had that gun! It's just incredible how STUPID you are!"

"THATS NOT TRUE!"

"YOU BLOODY ALMOST SHOT ME! WHAT ELSE WOULD YOU CALL THAT?!"

"IF I'M STUPID THEN YOU MUST BE-"

"THATS IT!" Lamb shouted slamming his fist against his desk grabbing the attention if the two bickering intensely.

"First of all, you screw up a mission, a mission that was quite important for our reputation I might add, my reputation to be more direct. Second of all, the only decent reason you can give for this royal screw up is that you both "don't like eachother" .What are you a pair of children?! Thirdly, you both make my life a living hell! I mean..I mean what is it? I just don't get it?!" Lamb spoke in a state of confusion as he sat down staring at the two who both looked to floor ashamed.

"I mean I just don't get it, I....wait...oh bloody hell I should have seen this before." Lamb huffed leaning back in his chair rubbing his head.

"Seen what ?" River spoke as him and y/n looked at eachother confused but still with great hate.

"It's been staring me in the face this entire time!" Lamb rambled on. "Just so obvious!"

"What's obvious?!" Y/n asked curiously.

"Well, that you fancy eachother!"

"WE WHAT!?" Y/n and River exclaimed, almost falling to the floor with shock.

"Well clearly, there seems to be alot of...tension between you both sooo maybe you too both just need to f-"

"Don't finish that sentence!" River interrupted making Lamb chuckle.

"This is ridiculous, me!? With him?! " y/n scoffed pointing at River.

"Oh excuse me but what is exactly wrong with me?" River turned his rival putting his hands to his hips.

"Oh let me see, uhhh always seeking approval from others, self centred , can't do your job properly, that hair-"

"Wait, what? My hair , what's wrong with my hair!" River exclaimed looking from Lamb to Y/n.

"I mean where to begin." Y/n laughed whilst going to touch it only to have Rive slap her hand away.

"He just assaulted me." She spoke folding her arms turning to Lamb.

"Aleight alright alright I've had enough of this, both of you just do what you want but don't come crying to me like a bunch of babies when the other annoyes you, right! Now y/n get out whilst I talk to River."

"But Lamb-"

"Look I'm in no mood to argue, just go." Lamb waved his hand at y/n.

"Fine." She spoke glaring at River who stood there smirking as she slammed the door.

"Well that seemed intense." Louisa commented to y/n as she stormed out of the office.

"Yea well what's new with Cartwright." She mumbled siting down.

"So who one this round then?"

"Not actually sure, I mean Cartwrights the one still in the office and I don't hear shouting so...."

"Yea sounds like Lambs favours him this time." Louisa commented sitting next to y/n as they both began filing and sorting through old documents that Catherine asked them to look at.

"I don't know why, he was CLEARLY in the wrong."

"I don't even know why Lamb puts you on missions together, we all know it'll end up going wrong cause of a disagreement." Shirly spoke joining in the conversation.

"I think he enjoys it." Laughed y/n "You know he basically said me and Cartwright has sexual tension, I mean can you imagine."

Louisa and Shirly just glanced at eachother smirking.

"What! Guys come on! Me and Cartwright, that's crazy." Y/n shook her head in disgust.

"Well I see the way he looks at you and I just wonder." Louisa spoke whilst shirly nodded in agreement m

"He looks at me with hate, hello ? Has everyone lost there mind!"

"Oh I don't think he looks at you with hate exactly." Shirly chuckled.

"Fine, be like that but I swear that nothings going on between me and that stupid man."

Just as y/n spoke River stepped out from Lambs office glancing at her in the process, clearly hearing that last comment.

"See." Louisa smirked

"Shut up." Y/n hissed back as River walked up to them.

"What did Lamb want?" Shirly asked him.

"Uh another mission." He grumbled in response "He also says that he wants the filling done ready for tomorrow."

"Thats ridiculous, it'll take forever." Louisa spoke stunned as the rest looked on.

"I don't really think he cares." River responded trying to be sympathetic. "Anyway I'll see you guys tomorrow." He gave a small wave to the group, to only be ignored by none other than y/n.

"He looked sad that you ignored him." Shirly teased once River had left.

"OK enough, this is not a high school rom com, let's get it together people." Y/n stated strictly, trying to focus on the files though her mind kept going back to River, always River.

3 hours later

"Uh this is torture, even Lambs left." Shirly huffed putting her hands in head.

"Yea I was meant to be meeting up with some family tonight." Sighed Louisa still working through files

"And I had a party, we've all got problem." Shirly grumbled from her buried head.

After a minuet of thinking y/n spoke up .

"Look you both have plans for night and I don't have nothing better to do, so why don't you guys head out and I'll try and do my best with these files."

"Y/n you don't have to do that." Said Louisa

"Yea coudnt Catherine deal with it tomorrow." Spoke shirly.

"Oh no she's been of sick today, I don't want to have a bunch of work for her tomorrow. Honestly guys it's fine you go."

"Well only if your sure?"

"Louisa I'll be fine."

"Thanks bye!" Shirly exclaimed jumping up ,grabbing her coat and running out to the door.

"Well she woke up quickly." Y/n laughed as Louisa collected her stuff ready to head out.

"Hey y/n, thanks again." She called before heading out the door.

"Right then." Y/n said to herself as she looked at the remaining stack of papers. "Let's get this done."

As time went by y/n manged to work her way the the piles of papers, one file at a time. Though she coudnt help but think about what Lamb and the others had said and implied. Why did they all think she and River liked eachother, everything he did irritated her and probably the other way around aswell, but still, maybe there was something there? No she thought to herself, your being stupid y/n.

Suddenly whilst she was lost in the landscape of her own daydreaming a huge bang came from downstairs makeing her jump out of her chair.

"Wait what time is it." She mumbled looking at the clock , maybe it was Louise and she forgot something?

3 in the morning! That's not louisa. The worry continued as crashing noises continued and the sound of a person walking up the stairs became clearer. Not knowing what to do and not being equipped with any weapon she quickly grabbed an empty bottle of whiskey from Lambs office and hid behind the door.

She couldn't help but shake as the steps came closer and closer. Soon the door that she hid behind opened and figure that seemed to limp appeared.

Not knowing exactly how to handle the current situation y/n did what she usually did best . Throw a blind fit of rage.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT!" She screamed jumping out from her hiding place, going to hit the stranger with the bottle.

"What the hell!" A familiar voice retaliated in shock.

"River?!' Y/n exclaimed confused, dropping the bottle. "Is that you?!"

"Yes it's me! Why's it so dark !,# why are you even still here?!"

"Well I thought you were a some thug so I turned of the lights to hide and I'm still going through the files, what are you doing here!?" She spoke going to find the lights switch.

"Doesn't matter." He grumbled turning away from her as the light turned on.

"What's wrong." Y/n spoke with suspicion as she watches him from behind. "Your limping."

"Just leave it."

"Uh no, you can barely stand on your leg and-"

"I hurt it."

"Hurt it? Hurt it how?" She carried on pushing

"Does it really matter y/n." River spoke, not angrily, no attitude infact y/n sensed a tone of tiredness and exhaustion in his voice.

"You gonna turn around to face me then." She crossed her arms determined to find out what was exactly going on with him.

For a moment he didn't do anything, just sighed.

Y/n walked up and gently put a hand to his shoulder.

"Please Cartwright, I know there's something wrong."

"Fine." He huffed tuning to face her.

"Oh my gosh cartwright!" Y/n exclaimed at the sight of him, face all beaten and bruised, cloths partially ripped and covered in blood.

"Happy?" He muttered, clearly in pain.

"What happened!?" She still coudnt get over the state he was in.

"I..." He began and looked down, tears began to form in his eyes. "I can't get into all this now, it's to much, everything just hurts." He tried his best to pull himself together but wasn't a success as soon the tears ran down his bloodied face uncontrollable.

Y/n had no clue what to do. She had never seen river cry, upset or even vulnerable, not like this.

"Do you have anyone who can take care of you, family maybe?" She asked softly still not sure what to exactly do.

He just shook his head "I dont want to cause my grandad any upset and um, there's no one else. That's why I came here, there's first aid kits and it's safe ."

"Oh right." Y/n repleid and the two just stood there.

"You can just carry on working if you want. I'll take care of myself." River stated and went to go and find a first aid kit , hobbling about the room, wincing every now and then.

"For goodness sake Cartwirght sit down." Y/n chuckled seeing the man trying to reach for the first aid kit on a high self.

"What-"

"Just sit down, I'll get that."

Once she got the kit and river was sat down as comfortably in the chair as he could y/n places the kit on the desk and began to seacgr through it for everything that was needed.

"I can do -"

"Cartwright I did nurses training, so can you put your pride aside and let me just help you, it looks like it just trust to move." She spoke sternly to which he nodded in response.

Sitting on the desk opposite him she began to gently rub the blood from his face.

"Thank you y/n." He spoke looking up to her as she took care of a cut on the side of his head.

"Thats ok" She smiled down at him and continued to work. "So was this to do with the mission Lamb sent you on?"

"Yea." River responded "I had to retrieve something from the park but I uh had a run in with Duffy ." He tried to brush it of.

"Wait Duffy did this to you!?"

"Yes this is all his fine work."

"I can't...I can't believe he did this to you."

"Well he does hate me." He chuckled in response as y/n got up to get him some water.

"I hate you but I'd never do this to you." She responded sadly. "I hate seeing you like this River."

"Wow." He laughed slightly taking the glass from her and watched as she sat opposite him.

"What?"

"I don't think I've ever heard you call me by my first name before."

"Don't worry I'll get back to cartwright. " She chuckled awkwardly realising what she had done aswell.

"Oh.....it's just I preferred it when you called me River." He spoke avoiding eye contact with her.

"You do?" She asked with a slight smile with river responding with a polite nod.

"Well then ......River, how are you feeling now."

"Just terrific." He chuckled

"Seriously River, you've had some very nasty injuries, I'm surprised you don't have concusion."

"Maybe I do!"

"Well then maybe we should test that.." the pair chuckled and y/n helped River stand on his feet , carefully holding onto him. She coudnt help but blush as they stood so close together. Maybe Lamb was right? No stop thinking that ! Y/n thought pushing his words aside.

"Can you stand ok?" She asked as he clucthed onto her arm,keeping her close to him. There faces close, only parted by height.

"I think I can." River spoke almost in a whisper a line of nervs laced in his voice. Y/n was sure she caught his eyes dart from hers to her lips then bach but she to her eyes. No. Lamb couldn't be right.

"Shall I let go so you can stand on your own then." She went to pulll away from him only for River to hold her tighter to him , staring down at her with a longing in his eyes.

"River I -" Before she could finish she felt his beaten and bruised hand gently cup her cheek , lifting her head slightly so that they were gazing into eachothers eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" He whispeed closely to her lips gently rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

"Yes." She spoke nervously.

"You don't actually think I'm stupid do you?" He asked sounding embarrassed. Y/n coudnt help but chuckle with how concerned he seemed about it.

"No River of course I don't, I was just angry."

"Oh that's good then." He smiled nervously inching closer.

"And you know." Y/n smirked looking up at him , you have pretty great hair aswell."

"Oh really?"

"Yea I do." She smiled, gently running her fingers through the golden hair, causing his cheeks to flush as she did so.

Suddenly and without thinking through anything y/n leant up on her tip toes and gently placed a soft and delicate kiss to Rivers lips.

She could feel the man's shock depsite how they'd been obviously moving closer and closer to eachother by the minute.

However River swiflty got over the initial suprise of y/ns bold move and leaned into the kiss, softy but not lacking in any passion as he moved his lips against hers.

Soon his hands trailed down to her waist trying to pull her as close to him as possible.

As the kiss became more intense with River backing y/n up against the desk, the realisation suddenly struck her overwhelmingly.

"Wait River wait." She mumbled against his lips beginning to pull away as he lightly bit down on her bottom lip.

"What..whats wrong, did I do something worng. " He whispered nervously afraid he'd messed up.

"No you didn't but-"

"Well let's carry on then." He chuckled going in for another kiss only to be gently pushed back again.

"River we can't." She spoke looking down.

"But why? You kissed me !"

"I know I did."

"You seemed like you very much enjoyed kissing me!"

"River I know-"

"You said you liked my hair!"

"I do!"

"Then what's the problem!?" He began raising his voice.

"Lamb." She mumbled

"What do you mean?"

"If we happen , then he'd be right!"

"Wait, just wait a minute , you clearly like me and I REALLY like you ...alot! We'd be great together, you know we'd be great together but your just to proud to admit that Lamb was right!"

"River he'd never let it go, we'd get comments everyday! By everyone, not just Lamb!"

"Oh so our relationship would be an inconvenience to you! Or maybe an embarrassment!"

"We're not even in a relationship Cartwright!"

"Yea youve got one thing right." He scoffed and began for the door. "And don't call me River again!" He yelled slamming the door on his way out.

"FINE BY ME! ITS A STUPID NAME ANYWAY!" Y/n screamed back tears in her eyes. "I MEAN OBVIOUSLY YOUR MUM NEVER CARED ABOUT YOU, TO GIVE HER SON A STUPID NAME LIKE THAT!"

Y/n thought she heard him stop on the steps, was he coming back up. Maybe she took it to far. No wait, he's leaving.

She liked him, she knew she liked him alot, but once again they ended up in a fight.

Well that was it now, there was no coming back from what was said.

Hope you all enjoyed thus darlings!

Shall I consider a Part 2😏💕?

[skibasyndrome]

Bookshelf Snoop Cruise!

I was tagged by @grapehyasynth to share the books I have in my apartment, so here we go! tysm for the tag, this is super fun 💜💜💜 please everybody ignore all the dust. sometimes I can't be bothered

we're starting with the not-main-shelf stuff: my currently reading/tbr for class stack, my cook books aaaand my extra-pretty-which-is-why-they-need-to-chill-with-the-merch books (Rilke, my beloved <3):

and now onto the main event, my beloved:

this..... used to be organized? but then I got a bunch more books and needed to put them somewhere, so the category lines have become blurry. Plus there's a handful books that aren't mine, but that I borrowed from friends. OH, and me and my boyfriend share these shelves, so some of these are his. Because I have things to say about books there's some more details under the cut

my bf's english major shelf

my Reclam-collection, because every german lit major needs a Reclam-collection imo:

this is mostly my bf's, there are his slavistic lit books aaaaaand a bunch more of my german lit/general lit science books and a stack of books borrowed from friends:

more german lit! always more german lit!

now onto french and romance language lit + theory:

some philosophy/sociology/misc humanities:

aaaaand finally, my idk-where-else-to-put-this/misc/contemporary shelf:

I gotta say getting into yr has really put a hold on my quest to read many many many of these but I just trust that they'll be patiently waiting for me here, until I either - god fucking forbid - lose yr/fic writing as a hobby again ooooor I find a way to magically get more hours out of my day. which I hope will happen, because. yeah. but yeah, I actually acquired most of these during the past few years, roughly since starting at uni actually, saving some books from someone needing to get rid of them here and there, thrifting, and a select few I bought new. I kinda love having this tiny little library of some lit history classics and some theory because it's helped me a bunch of times when I needed a topic for an essay or when I needed to look something up while doing uni work. I just love the convenience and the... vibe, idk, of being able to get up, consult my trusted shelf, and find a handbook or a primary text for something else I'm working on.

if anyone actually read this: hi! ily! thanks for indulging me and my book rambles!

Sooo, now I'm gonna very no pressure tag some folks: @themarsbar @iwouldnevergetintofanfic, @pagegirlintraining, @justfriendsbestthings, @earlgrey-lateatnight, @the-impala-is-my-home, @filmspring, @saynomorefic, @margotdanslebois & anyone who is reading this because I would LOVE to see your shelves or book stacks or magazine collection or stack of papers you need to read for uni or anything!! so pls tag me if you wanna share 💜💜💜

[v1nnydinny]

hey! how are u?? sorry if i'm bothering but could u do headcanons of Vance Hopper x Male reader who is like very sweet, kind but also very insecure and sensitive? love your writing!!

have a good day/night<3

Yes sir I gotchu :3

I’m honestly sooo in love with Vance Hopper dude it’s not even funny- Also like- IM SO SORRY FOR IT TAKING SO DAMN LIKE FOR YOU TO GET THIS-😭 I’ve been struggling a lot so I haven’t had the energy to write but please request as my as you want because it will ALWAYS. Get done :3

TW kissing, fighting, cussing- I’m dumb ash so tell me if there’s more

Vance Hopper x male reader headcanons <3

⋆Vance adores how sweet you are, he loves that you’re still sweet and kind even when he’s upset about something. (When’s he not?🥰)

⋆If anyone and I mean anyone. Says anything that even the slightest bit upset you or makes you feel bad about yourself we all already know that persons gonna have a trip to the hospital.

⋆because your his boyfriend? He’s not gonna let anyone make his partner feel bad in any sense.

⋆if he’s ever done/said smth that made you get all sensitive he’d feel really bad. Tho Vance is rude and violent in the movie he still would put his whole life into making sure he never did something to get you in a state like that.

⋆he loves you a lot! You’re the best boyfriend he could ask for!

⋆you guys listen to music all the time together whether it’s blondie, the runaways, kizz, weezer, Joan Jett, The Cramps.

⋆i think his fav song is Cherry Bomb by the runaways. Because who could blame him? It’s an amazing ass song!

⋆Vance definitely likes caramel candy- just had to say that-

⋆again Vance loves how sweet you are. A lot of the time he’ll go to you when upset just to hear your soft voice tell him that everything is okay

⋆he loves seeing your sweet adorable smile.

⋆he loves seeing how sweet and kind you are to others

⋆and ya a lot of people do think your relationship is “weird” because Vance is loud, aggressive and rude and your quiet, soft and sweet

⋆opposites attract 🤷🏻 I don’t make the rules.

⋆if he ever says something that makes you feel insecure he’d feel horrible. He’d be all over you, kiss you everywhere especially where he made you feel insecure and if it’s nothing with your body then he’d kiss your head as a way to “kiss away the thought”

⋆you guys definitely go on walks in the forest.

⋆he buys those bags of gummy’s that have gummy rings in them and he’d take all the gummy rings and purpose to you with them all and put every single one on your fingers.

“My beloved Y/N..will you make me the happiest guy alive and be my husband forever?”

⋆he’d say teasingly and kiss your check/lips after

⋆Vance obviously LOVES dogs. Tiny dogs- big dogs- he loves them!

⋆I can’t really see him as a cat person but at the same time I do….maybe it’s just if the cat is resting on his lap while he does whatever.

⋆one time you and Vance went to the grab ‘n’ go and were getting slushies and someone had randomly pointed at you and laughed an oh boy. They knew what they had coming. Vance set his slushie down and kissed your nose and told you to look away or don’t get close and then went up to the boy and proceeded to beat the ever loving shit out of him and you had to drag Vance out (leaving your slushies behind😔🤙🏻) and run off to hide because the cashier called the cops.

⋆for Valentine’s Day he got you a teddy bear and took you to grab ‘n’ go to get a bunch of snacks you wanted and then you guys would go home and watch movies all night.

⋆for Valentine’s Day one of the things you got him was matching pj pants which he loved-!!

⋆I see you guys baking to together even if he smashes and egg on your head just for the fun of it🥰🤙🏻 but if that upset you in anyway and made you sad he’d apologize and help you clean it out of your hair before giving you a gentle kiss on the hand

⋆gives you lots of piggy back rides and I mean a lot- he also does the thing where he pretends drop you but doesn’t actually, but he’ll stop if you don’t like that

⋆just cuz he loves you sm :)

⋆he sneaks through your window a lot and stays that night, your caregiver wasn’t to happy at first but saw how happy you were and you guys were also so cute sleeping together. They definitely took photos and there’s some around the house in frames.

⋆whenever he doesn’t come over you guys call alllll night!

OMGG!! This was so cute to make:) lmk if I should do more because I so will 🤗

[redrosydiaz]

writer questions

thank you to the lovely @atlasblue85 for tagging me in this!! i loooove to yap about my writing so this is ✨perfect✨ tyty 🫶🫶

1. How many works on AO3?

128!!

2. Total AO3 word count?

726,147 - which. w o w. that's. a big fucking number omg.

3. Top 5 fics by kudos?

good for my boy - steddie, stranger things (5157 kudos)

can't hide the way you make us glow - steddie, stranger things (3586 kudos)

i want to hold your hand - steddie, stranger things (2479 kudos)

sloe gin fizzy, do it till you're dizzy - steddie, stranger things (2349 kudos)

the world will follow after - steddie, stranger things (2187 kudos)

4. What fandoms do you write for?

right now i'm writing for 911!!

but i have written for stranger things, marvel, skam, it, challengers, good omens, supernatural, love simon, and shameless in the past!

5. Do you respond to comments?

YES!!! i literally JUST finished replying to a whooole bunch of 'em. i always think that like if someone took the time to leave a comment and say something nice i'll always always always take the time to reply!! mutual love babeeeeyyy 🫶

6. Angstiest ending?

oh man. well. i am uhhh NOT known for writing angst lmaoo. in fact, i rarely ever write it (even though i DO love to read it). also i am a FIRM happy ending always kind of gal, so even if i DO write angst it ends happily.

soooo i suppose the angstiest ending i can think of is probably from lily white, hold me tight which is a stucky fic in which bucky was actually drafted and didn't choose to join the army and steve finds out and like they have a little argument about it but then fall asleep curled up together. so like. mostly happy ending, but there is still the looming reality of bucky having to go off to war sooo...

7. Fic with the happiest ending?

really, truly i cannot answer this. simply because ALL my fics have the happiest endings and there really is not one that stands out to me as the happiest.

you want a happy ending, take a look at literally any fic in my library 😂

8. Do you get hate?

nope!

9. Do you write smut?

yep! not as often as i'd like to tbh, but i always seem to get a little stuck on it when i am writing it so it takes me longer to do :/ but i've got like. 3 or 4? smut wips rn. wish me luck on finishing them!!!! lol

10. Do you write crossovers?

nah, not my thing.

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i don't think so? i think i've had at least one person ask me before, but i don't know if they actually did? bc i never heard anything about it after that?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

i have not, but i have tried to a few times! lol. although, me and my bestie liam are trying to co-write something rn!! it's been. slow going on my end (as in i've barely looked at it RIP) lmaoo but we are trying.

14. All time favourite ship?

oh man this is another one of those questions idk if i can answer!!! bc like. my all time favorite ship is probably going to be the ship i'm most obsessed with at the moment bc like my brain is a constant loop of that and drowns out everything else. but ALL TIME??

i guess if i HAD to choose i'd probably say stucky, just bc that ship never gets old and it's a classic and it's just soooooooo fucking GOOD, there's so much meat on that ship's bones yknow?

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

ha ha ha. too many. waaaaay too many to list out.

16. Writing strengths?

ooh i like to think that i'm pretty good at getting characterizations right!! it's something i really try hard with when i write, because i know how much characterization can make or break a story. like i always say if you've got the characterization down, you can put your little guys in ANY situation and make it work. so i focus on that a lot in my writing!! and i've gotten lots of compliments on that across my fics before so it sounds like i'm doing a good job with it!!

17. Writing weaknesses?

i tend to get in my head about action tag type stuff the longer i'm working on a fic. like, i feel like i start out strong with the action descriptions around dialogue when i first set out to write but the longer i'm writing that same fic the more i get in my head about that lol. like i always tend to feel like i'm being sooo repetitive about that kind of stuff like omg how many times did i describe what his eyes are doing or how many times did i say he smiled. in reality, i think i'm probably overthinking that and its NOT as egregious as i think it is, but you know how writer brain gets haha.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

don't force it!!!!!!!!!! if it works with the characters and the dialogue, it can be fine, it can be done right, but if you're trying to shoehorn a second language pet name or throw in some random line in another language just to indicate the character speaks it when it DOESN'T fit or when the character DOESN'T use that language in that way often or at all (which, unfortunately, is something i see sooooo much) then don't force it!!!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

skam!!!! BELOVED!!!! 🫶🫶🫶

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

oh my god i literally cannot choose??? this is like asking someone to pick their favorite child fslkjgs.

i don't have one single favorite, it's impossible, but i will pick two that i really really love that i think about often ksljfsf.

first, in the way only you could which is a challengers fic!! i just really really love the atmosphere i built up for this fic, i feel like i did a really good job making it visceral and real and that scene setting has stuck with me!!

second, keep me on a rope which is my tommy hagan pov steddie hs reunion fic!! i love this one because it let me play with tommy and carol and the elaborate lore i created for them in my head lmaoo and oh my gOD was it FUN getting into tommy's head and digging into the dynamics of his relationship with carol and steve.

if you've made it this far TY you're a star! lol. now, i'm going to tag: @withacapitalp @livingincolorsagain @twobirdsonesong @playinginthunderstorms @semperama @evanbuckleyshands @fastcardotmp3 @inell @closetfascination and anyone else that wants to jump on this!!

[curious-about-dramas]

The Heart Killers EP 8 - (text) reaction

We're already 2/3 done with this. I don't know whether I love or hate this.

Also, I told myself these posts will be text only, but I sooo wanted to make gifs for a bunch of scenes from this episode.

PART 1 / 4

We begin with fadelstyle, lovely :) And immediately Style turns it sexual, of course. "Did you get turned on while we were on the way or what?" I feel like most of the quotes I am writing are said by him, he really has the best lines.

Style's helping with the fake story on why they're looking for Bison - that's a really good lie he's telling, ngl. It's as close to the truth as possible, it's plausible. For someone who's told the least amount of lies in this show, not bad. Also, he's also looking for Kant, which Fadel obviously is less interested in.

So demanding, Style! Although I guess after that scare at the pool and driving all day, he must be quite tired. Still Style is really not taking his kidnap as seriously as he should be.

He's not your boyfriend anymore, Fadel? Are you sure about that? I love seeing him fighting/denying Style like this. (And Style not falling for it.)

Also, LMAO the lady is sooooo helpful. One glance at Style in that crop top and she's willing to help out, condom and lube included. Just like the lady at the market. (In all honesty, I would too.)

Kant is already back on land, safely in bed. And wow, how did I not notice before that tattoo on his left arm?! It looks so big and dark.

Yep, beach house that Bison proposed in that previous episode. Also, this means that Bison brought Kant into his real home, in (probably) his real bed. Where is Bison, though? Ah, gun ready, I see.

He's hurting so much, oh Bison. And Kant knows and sees and still goes for it "How did I make you feel?" I feel like Kant would be a great police negotiator, with how he's dealing with Bison, both now and on the boat.

"Fast. Hard. Furious." - OMG Style, I feel like you should have asked yourself if you got turned on on the way there. Aren't you coming on a little bit too much? Love his confident smile though - Dunk is seriously pretty; lets see how long it lasts.

Fadel is soooo not having it, LOL.

The hand movement exactly like in Style's fantasy from episode 3 - Fadel moving Style's hand all over his own torso!!!!!!! Literally a dream come true for Style. This should be celebrated.

Fadel's face says otherwise though, damn! Yep, handcuffs.

Look, I'm gonna say it and then ?m gonna deny it for ever and ever - bisonstyle anyone? But please no, I love Dunk with Joong and First with Khaotung exactly as they are. I love the comfort fixed Thai BL CPs give me.

"Didn't you say you're tired? I bet it's because you run your mouth too much." LOL Well, he's never too tired for you, sweetie. It's like when you're absolutely full, but there's still room for dessert, you know?

Unserious music, but I think Style is rather serious. He loves his dad dearly. And death here is somewhat of a reality, because Fadel really is a killer. I love that Style's tears are for the one person that Fadel is 100% sure Style loves, and thus (he/Fadel) can appreciate them more.

And Fadel's instinct is to comfort Style, of course. I know he cannot show it, like "Don't worry, I'm not ACTUALLY gonna kill, but please tomorrow and the following days be scared as if I were." Your love is showing, Fadel.

What, fishing?! I'm sure he never got any close to fishing his whole life; also isn't it hard to make a good throw with the net? It kinda looks like some forced therapy session, eh Bison?

Oooh, Babe is a serious matter for Kant. And Style, but mostly Babe - Kant did all this for him. I still think Bison talks big, but we saw - and most importantly, Kant knows - that once Bison failed a mission to protect Babe.

I guess I know now why killers aren't supposed to talk with their victims - the more they know, the less likely they are to kill them.

And Bison does NOT have the safety on … psycho crazy Bison, indeed. The parallels between couples is amazing, because we get to see them in similar situations, but because of their different personalities and different dynamics we get completely different outcomes.

He looks almost encouraging, asking Kant to go further. It feels like cruelty, anger, and encouragement all in one.

That was not a bad throw, though, right? I guess they must have done some workshops on this.

PART 2 / 4

He actually caught 2 fish - that's way more than I thought he would, LOL. I am guessing they have no food on this island. Fadel is usually the one taking care of this, not Bison. But still, this should mean it's not that difficult to get back to where civilization is. Kant and Bison do feel in the middle of nowhere.

All these references to western films - 10 Things I hate About You, Fast&Furious, Cast Away. I feel like it's the first BL with so many western references, am I right?

He's actually calling Bison Wilson, LOL! Is Kant channeling his inner Style right now?

"I just wanted to see you fooled for once." … ouch

Unhygienic - really? Cooking outside, on the beach, and you're worried about blood from a little cut? This reminds of that scene from We Are where Pond's character cuts his hand with some paper and both Boom and Phuwin's characters were all over him like he was about to die.

WTH?? They're not alone on the island?! Kant's learning more about Bison from this servant than in all his time investigating.

Style is way too happy driving while kidnapped.

Aren't you a mechanic, Style? Can't you fix it? Mmh, no, too much smoke. Also, add Harry Potter to the western references.

Is that water … and food? Yes, and food. Taking care of the "engine", eh Fadel?

Actually Style, the murderer is already here, in case you forgot. My guess is that that's also the point - he forgets about Fadel's real work because to him Fadel is not scary. With the exception of those few minutes at the gym, after he had just learned the truth from Kant, he was never really afraid of Fadel. I do wonder if Fadel's ex also found out the truth and was afraid, that's why Fadel left him. In EP5 Fadel told Style he could change his mind about Fadel after knowing the truth - and here Style shows (not just tells, but actually shows) Fadel that he's not. I feel like Fadel loves Style's fearlessness, especially when it's related to him.

"Take it. Take them all. (…) Take my cars, my body, my heart. Take everything." *swoons - me, but also inwardly Fadel*

See, Fadel listens! First at the motel, then with water, food, and now they leave the car behind.

I feel like you're pushing your luck, Kant. Yep, food thrown away - but we already knew that (from the preview). Both food and water thrown away? Again, see the parallels between the brothers and their hostages.

I also feel like this time alone and not on the run, not searching for anyone (like fadelstyle) is needed between kantbison because they have more that needs healing - more lies, more hurt, more crazy. fadelstyle are basically married at this point.

It's the one thing Bison consistenly told Kant that he hates - learning the truth from other sources, when it's too late. Kant already messed once with James about this.

The safe word ……… he used it now. And to think he didn't use it while on the boat, when he was about to jump, but he's using it now. And yet Bison still shot. I need to watch this again, da*n. Amazing acting as usual, of course.

"Bet there's a family of cannibals inside" LOL, Style! Yeah, you're travelling with a murderer, Style, don't be afraid!

OMG the people for Style, really. Unbothered by being tied and threatened with a gun, they go on with their drama.

"If you love him, why did you fool him?" Oh, Fadel, life is never black and white, sweetie. I feel for you though. Also, personally I could never forgive infidelity, my comment about black and white is about Style and Fadel's situation only.

And the dramatic head smack on the piano … yeah, these are Style's people! I love this.

WOW, only half way through.

PART 3 / 4

Officiating a marriage, Style?! This is so freaking cuteeeeeeee. Oh P'Jojo, what have you done?

"Love is a risk, isn't it?" OMG, I can't stop smiling!

"Do you take- I do. And if he ain't true for a moment, will you do me the honor of shooting him?" And Fadel SMILES!!!!!!

No humanitarian causes behind the assassinations, but money … would you look at that. And Keen so ready to take over. He is very ambiguous, just like in the novel.

Trying to escape, Kant? It is very difficult for him to escape, though, right? He's still on an island and would have to take a boat. You chose really well, Bison.

"You're not fooling me again … you're not fooling me again, are you?" Oh, Khaotung looks so small there, crying … it must be so hard for Bison to trust again, especially trust Kant again. Could you imagine if this faith restored was shadowed in any way? It would literally destroy him. They're back together, so sweet.

Proud of your boyfriend, Style? Novel Style was also really proud of his boyfriend's cooking skills. I love that gets to be proud of him … and Fadel scowling as always, perfect.

You don't look too reluctant to eat, Fadel. What a good boy indeed! And he told Style not to be nosy - impossible! With who are you mad exactly, Fadel? Leave the grooms alone.

Since when is kidnapping a "romantic road trip date"?! I would love to know what goes on in Style's mind, it's fascinating.

"You two look really good together" - couldn't agree more! JoongDunk forever.

"You bicker, you fight, then you bone" - ahahahaha. Does it sound familiar, Fadel? It's so Style's style.

I love that Style is soo at ease. Kidnapped, in a strange house in the middle of nowhere, car broke down … no worries.

It's a musical, so they have to dance. Poor Fadel danced so freaking much since meeting Style.

And now acting serious, as he tells Fadel that it wasn't trivial and he's willing to fight for them. Also, Dunk's delivery here is really good - keeping serious, but as light as possible. Kudos!

Oh, shit! Was not expecting that! WTH?!?!!

PART 4 / 4

Thank God Fadel really is a murderer, good reflexes and always ready!

"Let me help" … of course, always.

Aaaand the bathtub.

Cutieeees kissing, so sweet. That nose bite, OMG. And this kiss is now officially the best FirstKhaotung, better than the angry one in OF EP9, sooo hot and loving. (I wouldn't have said no to some tongue, tbh)

"How come you're a hitman?" - now that's a good question. I feel like Kant and Style are doing a whole better investigation, now that the police doesn't care about it anymore, than before.

"I just think there's no one out there who wants the best for you more than I do." He's telling Fadel he loves him in all and any way possible. He is persistent, we already know that.

Style definitely has a thing for nippies - from episode 1 he keeps going at them. It kinda makes you wonder if Joong is sensible there and if so, how difficult it was to film.

"Go ahead. Blow my head off whenever you want." Which one? Ehm for science, does this in Thai also have a double meaning like in English?

Style kissing Fadel's hand like that - this definitely feels like GMMTV's version on the beach scene in Love Sea EP2. I need someone to make a parallel between the two scenes. Also, JoongDunk following the steps of FortPeat - yes, please! EDIT: the similarities are in the gestures alone, not the feelings nor the message behind. This is important.

"As long as I'm alive, I'll make you kiss me again." Fadel says no, for now. We'll see.

Finally some brain, Fadel! It should have been obvious, especially given that (apparently) Bison has visited that place before. i guess he never went there with Fadel though.

And the preview for next week - does Keen find Fadel and Style? It has to be him, right? And Style got hurt too. Also, Fadel going after Kant, fist and gun first - fair. It seems that Bison won't go after Style, at least not in the same way - again, fair. But he (Bison) is still looking out for his brother - good.

[graysnetwork]

Hey!! I recently found ur acc and I love ur writings!! I wanted to request a spider noir x reader where a bunch of creepy drunk guys tries to cat call y/n and spider noir swoops in and beats the shit out of them lol. If you can’t write anything like this that’s totally fine! Make sure to take breaks :)

Hii, tysm for the request!! Ik I lowk took a while to respond sooo…

But thanks for this idea I liked it a lot!!

Idk if you wanted me to make them in a relationship so ima do it like Tobey’s Spider-where they only know each other because he saves her a lot.

Friday, 8pm?

Info: I literally had to search up if the subways were a thing in 1933, ALSO THIS ISNT PROOF READ OR HAS GONE THROUGH GRAMMARLY SO IGNORE TYPOS OR DOUBLE WORDS

Warnings: weird creepy guys, cat calling

Summary: (the request)— as you walked out of work a bunch of creepy guys tried following you home, luckily your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man saved the day

You we’re walking out of work, it was a normal day, if you could call any day normal it’d be today, it was fresh as the sun began to set, and the sky got darker. Your shift had ended earlier than usual, so you walked out and began walking to the subway, so you could go home, and eat something as quick as possible.

You walked down the streets of the city, your bag in one hand, your waist apron in the other as you began stuffing it inside your bag along with your other possessions.

Of course this nice evening had to have turned wrong in some way, it would’ve been much more terrible if New York was invaded by a monster, but for you; New York decided to gift you with men who invaded your space.

A whistle was heard two feet away from you, before a man walked up next to you and began talking to you, saying several things; “what’s a pretty girl like you doing out right now?” The man asked, you tried walking faster but only followed “could you leave me alone?” You asked him, being nice about this never worked for you. But it was worth a try, right?

He continued following you asking more things; he was being a little too personal, and now you had to walk through several streets that led to places you didn’t even know, the one thing you didn’t want him knowing was your address so you just walked through the city, and your stomach was grumbling from how hungry you were.

You lost him eventually after a while of walking, he had lost you in the subway, which you couldn’t be more grateful for. You got on and after getting off walking through the city some more, going to your favorite pizza place, you walked out the building and once again; you were found by another, very much older man.

He couldn’t have been thirty years old, he looked much, much older than that. “What’re y’doin out tonight honey?” The man obviously sounded drunk, he put his arm around you and you took that as your cue to push him away.

“Where y’goin hon?” He asked as he jogged over to you and placed and hand on your waist. You were about to push him away again and jog or run away, but before you could even turn your head, he gasped and pulled his hand away; almost pulling you with him as he fell to the ground.

You let out a quick gasp as the man fell and went completely unconscious before you felt yourself being pulled away, you couldn’t comprehend anything before you were standing faced to face; or mask.

In front of a familiar black goggled mask. “what the hell-” you said with a sign as you realized it was Spider-man. “You okay?” He asked, his hands were placed gently on your midriff, “mhm, yeah I’m good..” you nodded at him as he looked you up and down.

“You sure..?” He asked as he continued looking you up and down “yeah, I’m fine” you reassured him “you have a thing for needing my help, huh?” He said, you could almost see the smirk form in his mask.

You chuckled and nodded “yeah, maybe, but I’m fine thank you for saving the day” you smiled at him, his knees almost buckled as your lips curled up. “So, you don’t want me to swing you home?” He asked, a smirk behind the mask, you wished you could see his face so badly right now, you always wanted to see him.

“Well, no, I’m not denying a swing home” you grinned, “so is that a yes?” He asked and you quickly responded with a nod. He held you by the waist and soon enough he had you in the alleyway, next to your complex. You two walked to the front of the bricked three story building.

“Thank you, again” you smiled at him once more, “it’s no problem, I’m Spider-Man remember?” He said as he walked back through the alleyway, you wished you could invite him inside to have a coffee, or just a conversation. But then again, you didn’t know him, he probably wouldn’t accept the invite, and you had no courage to ask.

So you walked inside and headed up the stairs to your small but cozy apartment, you immediately headed to your room to set down your bag. Noticing a shadowy figure through your window to the fire escape.

You noticed his goggles again, “you we’re waiting for me?” You asked opening the window, “you thought I wouldn’t?” he chuckled, “are you sure your not just stalking me?” you giggled, “m’no” he shook his head gently as he let out another airy chuckle.

“I’d be worried if you were” you smiled, you put your hands on the ledge and leaned a little closer to him, “I wouldn’t do that, without your permission” he said, smiling dumbly under the mask, you could here the playfulness in his voice, but also how sincere and sweet he was.

“Take me to dinner first” you smiled, feeling heat rise up your cheeks, “I could, if you wanted too” he said sweetly, “I would say yes, so you should” you leaned a little closer, you almost thought he leaned closer as well.

“I’ll get a reservation than” you could see the wide grin imprinted in his mask, it made you smile more, you nodded hoping that was a good enough response, you hoped that he couldn’t see how flustered you were beginning to look.

“I really like you..” he whispered, the smile under his mask never faded, “I, like you too” you nodded “yeah, I really, really do” you told him, leaning in closer, he noticed it this time and pulled his mask down to his nose before he leaned in and kissed you.

To say this was perfect could’ve been an understatement, but that was the only word you’d use.

You leaned closer, as much as possible, gripping the ledge of window, one of his hand let go of the web he’d been hanging (upside down) on. He placed it in the back of your head, gently pulling you closer to him, as if you weren’t close enough.

You hadn’t even noticed how your hands had been holding the back of his head too, “I, uhm..” you gulped as the heat rushed to your cheeks. “So, dinner next Friday eight pm?” His grin was visible now.

You nodded smiling sheepishly, “good, I’ll make sure to forget the mask” his grin widened, “thats, good” you smiled at him. He nodded off and said his goodbye, you turned back and walked over to your dresser thinking about how

You just kissed Spider-Man.

You just kissed Spider-Man?

He watched you from the window, as you took off your work shirt, he wanted to knock on your window so badly. If only he had the courage.

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Hope y’all like thisss🙈

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Phantom of my Soul

Terzo x fem!reader

A/N: uggghhh this took me so long because of writers block but I love how it turned out! There's sooo much smiling in this one but I just want him to be happy okay 😭 hope you enjoy!

~Fi 🪻

Warnings: none, just fluff with some angsty elements, Terzo being insecure about his neck scar :(

Word count: 4.69k (hehe)

Italian was translated with Google

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The beautifully crafted stained windows of the abbey were throwing colorful shapes on your face as you walked down the stone hall. You could hear nothing but your shoes on the stone, which was odd considering it looked like a lovely spring day outside. You had expected to hear a bird song or a lost bumblebee buzzing through the cold hallway, but there was nothing. Strange.

The air was thick, like a fog almost. As you continued your stride through the old church, you noticed a little crack on one of the windows. Stepping closer to insepct it further, the crack began to grow, eating its way through the glass.

The shrill sound of the cracks cutting their way through the finely made motives made your ears hurt. You took a step back when the cracking became even louder and tiny glass shards started flying. With a loud shatter the window broke to pieces.

Ducking, you shielded your face with your arms, hoping to get some protection from the sharp shards of glass flying at you. You managed to to keep your face without scratches but your arms were less fortunate. Tiny cuts adorned your skin. It definitely could've been worse, so you were lucky. For now.

You had expected to see the blooming courtyard on the other side but were instead met with an unsettling gloom. But it wasn't outisde.. it was like a door or a portal of some sorts. Like a tear in the fabric of reality. You were drawn to it somehow, yet it evoked an unsettling feeling in your stomach.

You stepped closer starring into the deep void. Hesitantly reaching out your hand, you carefully touched the gloom and the deep purple smoke clung to your skin. You tried shaking it off your hand, to no avail. Then just second later it seemed to have vanished into thin air. Stepping even closer you curiously gazed into the window before you. Suddenly, you were met with a pair of eyes. You stumbled backwards, wanting to scream but the air got caught in your throat and all you could manage was a wrangled gasp.

The eyes were starring right into your soul it felt like. One a piercing green, the other a blinding white. A dark gloved hand slowly reached its way out of the smoke, the mysterious eyes never leaving yours. You glanced at the hand, up at the eyes again and decided maybe it was time to go. You bunched up your dress and ran down the now dark hallway. Panting heavily, tears welled up in your eyes. What on earth was that? Did you even want to know?  Curiously the stone hall only seemed to be getting... longer? It kept stretching further and further and panic bubbled up in your chest.

Quickly looking behind you, you could see that a second hand had now emerged from the window, gripping the stone frame, seemingly wanting to pull out whatever the hell was inside of it. A sharp pain shot into your head making you halt your sprint, holding your head in your hands. You groaned, stumbling to the side and supporting yourself on the cold stone walls.

"Amore mio.." a deep voice whsipered. It was as terrifying as it was oddly comforting. Tears were running down your cheeks. What was that? You quickly pushed yourself off the wall and used all your remaining strength to make it out of this damned church.

Finally, the door was getting closer. That beautiful, heavenly, ornate door that would be your way out of here. Just as you were about to cross the threshold, the heavy door slammed shut, leaving only darkness.

You shot up from your bed, gasping for air. You were heaving, placing a hand on your chest to hopefully get some air and you quickly looked around, hoping you weren't in that terrifying abbey anymore. Some of your hair was sticking to your forehead and your sheets were drenched with sweat. "It was just.. a nightmare.." you mumbled, trying to calm yourself. You'd finally registered that you were in your room, letting out a relieved sigh. "Just a nightmare.." you whispered to yourself.

Brushing some of your hair out of your face, you laid back against your pillows. You should try to get some sleep. That was one hell of a nightmare after all. As soon as you closed your eyes, you saw that hallway again. The shattered window, the smoke. Those eyes. Annoyed, you rolled over on your side and pulled the covers up to your nose. But no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't sleep. There was so much on your mind.

Not to mention it was like someone was whispering into your ear everytime you closed your eyes. Like they were in your head. You let out a frustrated sigh and slipped out of your bed, putting on a robe. You lit a candle and made your way to your bookshelf. There had to be a book about that church. Or at least a mention, you just had to find something.

You skimmed through your selection of books and a black leather-bound one caught your attention. Putting down the candle, you pulled out the book and blew off some of the dust that had settled on the cover. The dust had hidden a shimmering, golden title that read 'The Emeritus bloodline and the ecclesia impiorum'

Emeritus? Emeritus.. Emeritus! Of course! You had heard stories of this bloodline. They were typically told by mothers to keep their nosy children away from the abandoned building but maybe there was some truth to these stories.

They were said to have ruled over the land surrounding the ecclesia impiorum, which you assumed was the old cathedral not far from here. Which, in retrospect, looked a whole lot like the abbey from your nightmare. At least what you could tell from the drawings. Then again, don't all churches look the same? Your brows furrowed. Weren't they all dead? This didn't make sense.

You opened the book, being met with a family tree of sorts. Your eyes widened at how many people this bloodline entailed. A long scroll of paper fell out of the book, revealing even more relatives of this family. Oh my God, why were there so many of them?! Shaking your head, you continued searching the book for more information about the church and anything that could be useful to explain the dream you had. After what felt like hours, you shut the book.

You paced around your room, arms folded in front of your chest, frustrated. There had to be an explanation for this. The book didn't help your search but instead introduced some very odd concepts and customs to you. Like the one of the so-called 'prime mover'. The maternal 'mate' of the current ruler. Whatever that meant.  And some of them were.. strangely detailed. The grounds the abbey stood on were supposedly cursed. You wanted it to be paranoid superstition but after that nightmare... you weren't so sure.

You did find out some things about the late leader of the ecclesia impiorum. A rather.. scary looking fella called Terzo. His face was painted to resemble a skull. Which was a theme in his family after looking at the ancestry and examining a multitude of paintings printed in the book. As well as the differently colored eyes... hm. He was the third in his branch of the bloodline and last 'Papa' of the church, at least at the time the book was written. He was also decapitated for some reason, that the book didn't deem important enough to mention.

You placed a hand on your throat and swallowed. That couldn't have been a nice way to go. You looked back down at the book. This couldn't be it. Maybe you missed something. You sat down at your writing desk, opening the book again. You carefully looked at every single page to make sure you didn't miss anything. And what do you know, you had missed an entire chapter. Strange.. It's like it just.. appeared. It was about rituals, all different kinds, and surprisingly, most of them were way less bloody than you had anticipated. Some of them even mentioned... Ghosts? Oh, great. God, you really hoped you didn't have to deal with any ghosts.

A good amount of the later pages were ripped out of the book. You groaned, resting your head on the book. Were spirits and entities messing with your head or had you just hit it too hard on something as child? You didn't know. But you had to do something. That dream just wouldn't leave you alone, no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself. It was burned into your mind.

After some more nervous pacing in your room, you had decided to investigate for yourself. This was probably one of the dumbest ideas you've ever had but you needed answers.

Taking your trusty candle, you snuck out of your room, quietly closing the door behind you. You made your way down the grand staircase and across the marble foyer. There was chill in the air, a breeze carrying in a few leaves as you pulled open the heavy entrance door. You wrapped your free arm around yourself. You should've brought a coat.

There was a bumpy, dirt road leading to the church. The closer you got, the more you felt at ease. You couldn't explain it, but it was like it was calling you. Luring you in. It felt like you were carried by the wind because you blinked once and were now met with the terrifying presence of the ecclesia impiorum. But.. you just left your house? What.. your mind began to fog up, like a haze had been put on you. Your mind was screaming at you not to open those doors but run back home, where you were safe and warm. But your body just kept moving closer, arm reaching out to pull open the heavy door. You stepped inside. "This is a horrible idea.." you whispered to yourself. Your entire body tensed up the moment you set a foot into this abbey.

Looking around, this hallway looked almost exactly like the one from your dream, just.. older. There were missing bricks, cracks in the stone and cobwebs in every corner. The beautiful windows were now dusty and dull, compared to the vibrant glass you had seen in your nightmare.

But the strangest part was you had never been here. How could your mind have know what the ecclesia impiorum looked like from the inside?

Stepping in further, the wind blew through the cracks in the stone, making an unsettling noise. Then, with a loud bang, the door slammed shut. You shrieked, dropping your candle. You scrambled, trying to pick it back up before the flame died, and you'd be alone in the darkness. Luckily, you were fast enough, and the flame had survived the fall.

Scanning the hall with the candle, your movements halted when you saw glass shards on the floor. Your blood ran cold, and all the color drained from your face. No.. how was this possible? It was just a dream. Right? You couldn't explain this. Could anyone? What was all this? You backed away, tears stinging in your eyes and your breathing beginning to speed up.

Lost in a spiral of thoughts, you were ripped out of them when you felt a warm breath on your neck. Your eyes snapped wide open and you let out a blood curdling scream. Practically jumping away from whatever the hell that was, you turned around and were met with a dark figure. "Hello, amorina" it said, the voice shaking you to your core.

You couldn't move, you couldn't talk, you could barely breathe. All you could do was take in this mysterious man in front of you. His black hair was messy, his face painted. A deep purple vest, embroided with swirly patterns hugged his figure. He was wearing a black shirt with big sleeves and ruffles around the wrist underneath it. Black gloves, a cape and some golden accessories adorned him. Then you met his eyes. His eyes. They were the eyes you saw in your nightmare. Without a doubt. You took him in, scanning across his face and then down his neck.

Hands clasping together over your mouth you gasped. There was a giant scar on his neck, shimmering in a beautiful golden color. Yep. You had lost your mind. You couldn't comprehend what you were seeing. He was Terzo Emeritus. He was supposed to be six feet under with his head chopped off. Your fight or flight response kicked in and you took off. Sprinting away from the third Papa of the ecclesia impiorum. But before you could make it far, you ran right into his arms. You grunted as your face hit his chest.

You were panting and panicking, quickly running off into the other direction. You were, once again, stopped by Terzo. He grabbed your wrist and said some things you couldn't understand, you were set on prying your wrist from his grasp. Scratching at his arm and pulling your entire body weight in the other direction trying to get your wrist free, but he didn't move an inch.

Tears began spilling out of your eyes. "L-Let me go!!" You sobbed. You were so tired, having used up all of your strength at this point. Sinking to the floor, you continued sobbing. His grip on your wrist loosened, and he sunk to the floor next to you. You looked up at him through your teary eyes. "Perdonami, amore mio," he whsipered, rather softly at that. "W-What..?" you questioned, trying to catch your breath.

"I ,eh, lose my temper sometimes. It's not easy being back from the dead, amorina." You blinked a few times, then scrambled away from him. You were talking to a dead man. "You're dead! You're supposed to be dead! Why aren't you dead?!" You screamed. Terzo looked offended. "That's not very nice" he mumbled grumpily.

Terzo got up, barely taking a step towards you when you spoke. "You take one more step in my direction and I swear to god I will kill you with a candle." He defensively put his hands up. "Now you better explain why you're standing in front of me instead of being in a dusty coffin" you fumed.

You were still sitting on the cold stone floor right underneath the shattered window. You had sneakily grabbed a larger glass shard in case Mister fancy pants was to pull any funny buisness. He sighed defeatedily.

"I guess I do owe you an explanation. But first, let us move to something a little more comfortable, yes?"

You eyed him suspiciously.

Nonetheless you followed him through the dark hallways. You definitely shouldn't follow strange men who were suppose to be dead but you trusted him somehow. It was very odd. Considering everything that has happened so far you were surprised how calm you were around him.

You had reached something that looked like a study. "Please, sit." He gestured to a purple velvet sofa, a soft smile on his face. Terzo took a seat across from you on a matching velvet chair. He cleared his throat and intertwined his hands and placed them in his lap. "You are right, I am supposed to be dead. I got.. betrayed.. by my own flesh and blood. But, It seems that your presence on these grounds has somehow, eh,  brought me back?"

He wasn't sure how this happened. This shouldn't happen. It's impossible. You looked at him with a slightly shocked expression on your face. It took you a minute before you had organized your thoughts and spoke. "So what you're saying is that my snooping around in this old abbey has magically brought you back from the dead and reattached your head?"

Your last few words have seemed to struck a nerve as his face fell and he reached to his throat. Your eyes widened as you realized what you had just said. "I-I apologize. I didn't mean to be so insensitive.." you apologized, looking down into your lap. Terzo gave you a sad smile. "Eh, it's quite alright, amorina." He assured you. A small smile spread on your face as you looked up at him. You just noticed how handsome he looked in the dim light that the few candles in the study provided. His eyes were filled with kindness. He was peculiar. Who knows, maybe that comes with being back from the realm of the dead.

Your brows furrowed as you pondered a question. "What is on your mind, hm?" Terzo's voice broke you out of your thoughts. "Why me?" You questioned, looking at him. "I'm not special." Terzo hummed in acknowledgment. "Maybe, amore mio, that's where you're wrong," he said, his voice smooth like honey. You were deep in thought again, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for why it was you that brought him back.

Terzo couldn't help but admire you. You looked so cute with your brows pulled together, lightly chewing on your lip. Your eyes lit up as the book came to your mind

. "The book!" You exclaimed. "What book?" He questioned. "The one about your family! I found it on my bookshelf. It said something about a 'prime mover'. Do you know anything about that, Terzo?" You asked him, hoping he could shed some light on this situation. It was his family after all.

Terzo stiffened and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. You could've sworn you saw the faint hint of a blush on his cheeks. "W-well.. I do know about that but, eh, " he rubbed the back of his neck, " it's quite.. a lot to take in, amorina" Terzo smiled nervously. You looked unimpressed and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"Spill"

He swalloed hard, not wanting to scare you off.

"The prime mover is something like a soul mate, you see. The Papa and the prime mover have a special bond. They're souls are connected. The soul is not, eh, bound to any realm, it's free to do as it pleases. And if they don't find to another they keep searching." He explained.

Terzo cleared his throat after seeing your surprised face. Your were lost for words. He was right, it was a lot to take in. Was your strange dream his soul trying to reach out to you? You were supposed to be this man's soul mate? You didn't even know the guy! Not to forget the fact he's supposed to be dead.

But it would explain why the nightmare didn't let you sleep peacefully. Why you were so eager to find out what it meant. Why you felt so drawn to this church. And drawn to him. He was handsome, there was no denying that. Actually, the more and longer you looked at him, the prettier he seemed.

He had treated you with nothing but kindness and gentleness. His voice broke you out of your trance. God, his voice. "Dolcezza? Are you alright?" He questioned with worry being evident in his voice. He had moved to sit next to you on the velvet sofa, taking your hands in his. His face displayed his worry as he searched for any indicator of emotion in your eyes.

Internally, Terzo was a nervous wreck. He hoped you didn't resent him for this. That you would turn him away and despise him for the rest of eternity. It would break his heart. You were the most beautiful being to exist to him. You had enchanted him. It was unexplainable to him. He'd met you not long ago but felt like he'd known you forever. He knew your soul, your heart and your mind. "I.. I think I am, yes. It's a lot but.. it makes sense now" you smiled quietly. Terzo gave you a small smile back that melted its way into your heart right away. "It does, doesn't it, amorina?" He chuckled. You nodded, a blush on your cheeks.

Both of you just sat there for a while in comfortable silence, enjoying eachothers company. Terzo spoke, breaking the silence. You were almost upset as you enjoyed just sitting with him but as soon as his lovely voice hit your ears all was forgotten.

"Would you care for a walk, amore mio?" He asked, slightly looking down at you. "I would love that, Terzo" you smiled. He offered you his arm, leading you through the old stone halls, past the chapel and the altar room until you had reached the garden. It was absolutely magnificent, the moonlight shining on the different colored petals and reflecting off the small stream running past the ecclesia impiorum.

You let go off his arm and gasped. "It's beautiful" you beamed. Terzo couldn't help but smile. "You should see it during the day. The colors are much more, eh,  vibrant. But I have to admit, it doesn't look bad with all these stellas shining upon it." He spoke.  Terzo looked up at the stars and the moon high up in the sky and you could've died right there. He was so beautiful in the moonlight.

But the light also revealed the glistening, golden line running along his neck. Your heart clenched at the thought of the horrible thing they'd done to him. Those thoughts were quickly replaced when Terzo gave you a toothy smile.  He took your hand without a word and pulled you into a dance. Placing one hand on your waist and holding your hand rightly in his he started guiding you.

He hummed an unfirmiliar tune and swayed you to the rhythm. You layed your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. This was so peaceful. Him humming a beautiful melody, dancing with you underneath the moon with a slight breeze giving you a chill. "Per favore non lasciarmi mai, amore mio.. " he mumbled to himself. "hm?" You looked up at him.

"Nothing, amorina.." he smiled, stroking your hair. Terzo went back to swaying both of you. You two stayed like this for a while until you gently moved his hand from yours and placed it on your waist so you could put yours on his chest. Your hands made your way to his shirt collar which started dragging down to reveal his scar. Terzo eyes widened as he realized what you were doing.

"Amore-" he took one of his hands off your waist trying to stop you. You gently grabbed his wrist and placed your other hand on his cheek.

"Please" you pleaded. Terzo's eyes soften as he let you lower his hand back down. You pulled him closer by his shoulders and let your lips ghost over his neck. You went along his scar and up his jaw. He let out a small groan as you made your way back down to his scar, kissing and sucking his skin.

His hands tightend on your waist and as he let his head fall back. You pulled away, your lips slightly swollen, Terzo panting.

"I love your scar, Terzo" you whispered.

"Amorina, I.. it's hideous-" he sighed, letting his head fall forward.

You couldn't stand hearing him talk about himself like that, it broke your heart. You took his face in your hands.

"No. It's beautiful. Just like you." You assured him.

Becoming teary eyed, he placed a gloved hand an top of yours and smiled at you. "You're perfect amore" he muttered, before pulling you in to kiss your lips.

They were so soft. You never wanted him to stop kissing you. Fireworks were going off in your heart. It's strange what can happen in just one night. You pulled him closer by his neck and he slightly dipped you. He pulled away and admired you in all your glory. Your lips stained by his paints, chest panting. He quite literally took your breath away. He stroked your cheek.

"sei il mio sole, dolcezza.." he whispered. "I don't know what that means, but I'm sure you're right" you smiled, making him chuckle.

"I love you, amore mio"

"I love you too, Terzo"

With one final kiss you two were united. Lips to lips. Heart to heart. Soul to soul.

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Ecclesia impiorum = church of the unholy

amore mio = my love

amorina = little love

dolcezza = sweetness

Perdonami = Excuse me

Per favore non lasciarmi mai = please don't ever leave me

Sei il mio sole = you're my sun

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Love and Fury Deleted Scenes

Since I'm done with the Love and Fury verse, I'm going to dump some of the deleted scenes on tumblr. You know that writing advice "Never delete anything, just put it aside in case you can use it later"? It's good advice and I made use of it, but now I have a bunch of unused scenes gathering cobwebs in my google docs. I'm proud of 'em so I want back up copies in case something happens to my docs, but none of these are developed enough to be their own story so I'm not going to post them to AO3. So! Tumblr!

This one was the first draft for Bruno admitting his feelings, it was going to be caused Sleepover and was about Pepa playing match maker in a way that was guaranteed to make Bruno miserable. I cut it because the playful mood didn't really match the rest of the third act of a story about rape culture. Warning: It is only half a chapter!

“Aren’t we a bit old for a sleepover?” Bruno griped, even as he helped put out the snacks, “We’re 26.”

“Mm-hm!” Pepa placed a bottle of tequila on the snack table, “And you would think a 26 year old man would be perfectly capable of asking out his crush, and yet, here we are, Sunday afternoon. Your crush is unasked.”

Bruno rolled his eyes and grumbled, but couldn’t exactly deny her allegations. He had indeed neglected to ask out Reina, despite having multiple chances to do so.

“Aren’t we a little bit old to have a sleepover?” Julieta asked, as she entered Pepa’s room with arms full of cushions.

“We’re doing this as a personal favor to Bruno,” Pepa said, wrapping an arm around Bruno’s neck, “right Brunito?”

“Um.”

“How exactly is this a favor for Bruno?” Julieta asked, raising a pointed eyebrow at Bruno’s very apparent misery.

“It’s to help him get up the courage to-.”

“I love sleepovers!” Bruno shouted over Pepa, throwing up a couple of very unconvincing jazz hands, “A-And I never got to have my own sleepover because, you know, I have no friends. Or I didn’t. But now I do. Sooo sleepover… yay?”

Julieta looked from Bruno to Pepa, clearly unconvinced, Pepa grinned back, barely holding back a laugh and gestured at Bruno, “He loves sleepovers.”

“Pepa, are you bullying Bruno?”

“Sí.”

Julieta tapped her foot for a second, “Bruno, what will you give me if I put a stop to this?”

“Oh. Oh! Um, hold on, let me think-.”

“I’ll tell Mamá about that time Agustín saved me from puking on the Gúzmans if you let me do it,” Pepa held up a finger. It was a rather embarrassing memory, one she rather wouldn’t share, but it was exactly the sort of thing that would make their Mamá decide once and for all to give Agustín her blessing.

“Oooh, I like that,” Julieta turned back to Bruno, “counter offer?”

“Um, I… I can show Mamá a vision of you and Agustín getting married,” he tried, he figured at this point Julieta probably already knew marrying Agustín was an eventuality, she just needed help convincing their Mamá that Agustín wasn’t going anywhere.

“Hmm, not bad,” Julieta held her chin while she thought about it, “but, that means we’re getting married either way, and Pepa’s offer will make our lives easier in the long run, sooo… lo siento Bruno.”

“Damn!”

“Hah!”

There was a knock at the door, Pepa opened it to reveal their mother who greeted them with a skeptical, “Aren’t you three a bit old for a sleepover?”

“Sí Mamá! We are much, much too old,” Bruno leaned around Pepa, “imagine what’ll happen if people find out we were doing this, they would say… they would say ‘gosh, I had no idea the Madrigals were so childish’. Then they would lose all faith in us and the village would fall into chaos. Chaos! We must put a stop to this.”

Alma raised an eyebrow at him, then turned mildly to Pepa, “Are you doing this to torture your brother?”

“What?! No! Of course not,” Pepa shook her head, laughing the thought off. Alma looked thoroughly unconvinced.

Julieta jumped in with a gentle smile,  “It’s for Reina and Rosalie, they’ve both been so stressed out with that whole Cicero business. They need a night off, a night when they’re surrounded by friends and can sleep peacefully, without any fear.”

Bruno glared at Julieta, who shrugged back, unapologetic. 

“Ah, of course,” Alma nodded, she handed them the extra towels for their guests, “that is very kind of you three. Please, just keep the noise contained in this room, if you will.”

“We will Mamá,” Pepa promised, “good night.”

Their mother turned away and Pepa closed the door most of the way. She left it cracked open just a tiny bit so she could watch their Mamá walk down the hall to her own room. When she disappeared into her bedroom, Pepa waited until the count of 100 then rushed over to her window.

“Psst, Félix, Agustín,” she hissed into the tree line, almost immediately the two men materialized out of the woods, Pepa held up a thumb to them and they quickly disappeared around to the front of the house.

Bruno rolled his eyes and grumbled some more when the two men snuck into the room. They hadn’t asked whether or not Agustín and Félix could join in the festivities, mostly because it was assumed the answer was no. In fact, Mamá had been pretty clear that Bruno was not to sleep in Pepa’s room with the girls, so there was no way she would have signed off on having their boyfriends spend the night.

“This is fun,” Félix chuckled after he had greeted everybody, “haven’t snuck around like this since I was a kid.”

“Well, nostalgia is the whole point,” Pepa said, although Bruno was pretty sure everybody knew the actual point was to mess with him.

Agustín wrapped himself around Julieta and asked, “Are we going to play all the classic games too? It’s been a while since I played truth or dare.”

“If we do play truth or dare, nobody is allowed to dare Agustín to do anything athletic,” Julieta immediately said.

“Juli, we could dare him to take five steps and he might find some way to lose both his thumbs,” Pepa pointed out, then turned to Agustín, “no offense.”

He just shrugged, “You’re not wrong.”

“I just want to let you girls know, that if we’re not painting each other’s nails tonight, then I’m going home, right now,” Félix joked, stabbing the air with a finger.

The floorboards shook beneath them, then somebody knocked on Pepa’s door. Bruno felt his heart leap into his throat, as Pepa walked over to open it. When she pulled it open and invited Reina and Rosalie in, he was struck with the sudden temptation to run and hide.

Reina spotted him and immediately swept over to stand at his side, something that did nothing for his nerves.

“Hola you,” she bumped her shoulder against his, “long time no see.”

They had sat together in Church that day. Actually, Mamá had made a show of inviting Rosalie and Señora Ruiz to sit with their family in the front, and wherever Rosalie went, Reina followed. Padré had spent the entire sermon avoiding looking at their pew, something Reina had clearly noticed and had to visibly restrain herself from commenting on. She had taken Bruno’s hand and had squeezed it to keep herself in her seat.

He wouldn’t be able to tell you what that day’s sermon had been about to save his own life.

Although, he did know exactly when Padré had made eye contact with Rosalie, because in those moments Reina’s grip on his hand had become painful.

“H-Hola,” he greeted, chuckling nervously and rubbing his arm.

She placed her hand on his, the other loosely holding his bicep as she leaned in close to whisper, “So, is this whole thing so Pepa can mess with you? Should I come up with an excuse to get you out of here?”

His shoulders relaxed even while his heart beat harder.

“Sí- well, no. I mean, sí this whole thing is to embarrass me, but no, if we sneak away it’ll only get worse,” Bruno told her, then he darkly added, “Pepa has back up plans.”

Reina pulled back, sucking air in through her teeth, “Oof. Suddenly happy I’m an only child. Well- you know what I mean.”

Bruno glanced over at Pepa and was startled to realize that she and Rosalie were whispering to each other in much the same way Reina and Bruno had just been. Félix, Julieta, and Agustín watched on in amusement.

“Look,” he pointed it out to Reina, “I think Rosalie is in on it.”

“What?” she hissed, then, because Reina had very little shame she cried, “Rosalie! Are you betraying me?!”

“Sí,” Rosalie nodded, then held up a finger to her lips, “now hush, we’re scheming.”

Reina gasped dramatically, putting a hand to her heart, she turned to the peanut gallery and gestured sharply at Rosalie, “Can you believe this?”

“Tragic,” Agustín shook his head mournfully.

“The state of the world,” Julieta agreed.

“I should probably mention that I’m helping them too,” Félix said, shrugging.

“What?!” Bruno stood up straight, head whipping over to Pepa, “You told him?”

“He has eyes, Bruno,” Pepa retorted.

“That’s it, this means war,” Bruno declared, pointing one finger at the heavens.

“War!” Reina enthusiastically agreed, copying his gesture.

“Oh good,” Pepa smirked, “this will be more fun if you two put up a fight.”

“Oh, we’ll put up a fight alright!” Bruno narrowed his eyes at her as he slowly backed up further into the room, pulling Reina with him.

“What’s the plan?” she hissed, when they were far enough away.

“No idea,” he said, “you know any good pranks that won’t get us zapped with lightning?”

“You would know better than me where the zapping threshold is,” Reina pointed out, even as she examined their opponents, calculating.

“You know, you would think so, wouldn’t you,” Bruno chuckled ruefully, then shrugged, “but uh, somehow, I-I still haven’t figured out quite where the line is between, hilarious joke and um grievous insult.”

“Oh,” Reina frowned, “ok, then let’s go back to basics, divide and conquer.”

“Alright,” Bruno nodded along.

“If they suggest truth and dare, I can get Rosalie just as good as she can get me,” Reina bit her lip in thought, “what have you got on Pepa?”

“She has a fear of spiders.”

“I’m pretty sure bringing spiders into this would get us murdered, by more than just Pepa.”

“It’s a win-win.”

“Bruno,” she lightly shoved his shoulder, “stop trying to die or I’m joining their side!”

“Lo siento,” he held up his hands, “how about… how are you at drinking games?”

“Abysmal. I stopped drinking when Rosalie did, as a solidarity thing, and I realized I kind of hate being drunk,” she shrugged.

“Really? I didn’t know that. What about it do you hate?”

“I always get queasy really quick, kind of ruins the fun of being all loose and stuff,” she shook her head, “anyways, drinking games. How are you at that sort of thing?”

“Better than Pepa, she hates the taste, always folds first,” he said, “if we can get her in a competitive mood she’ll play whatever game we suggest, even if she knows she’ll lose.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Reina put her hand out and after a second Bruno realized he was supposed to put his hand on top of it. She counted to three then threw her hand up and Bruno copied her.

“You two are cute,” Pepa called over.

Bruno’s cheeks burned, ay dios, was he playing right into her hands?

“Damn straight,” Reina responded, grinning, “so, what’re we doing first?”

“Before you four get started,” Julieta cut in, holding up her hands, “can we please just sit for a little while and catch up? Maybe eat some of the dessert I made?”

“Oh, of course,” Rosalie agreed, before the other three combatants could throw themselves into the fight, “I have missed your cooking.”

“Thank you, you’re too kind,” Julieta smiled warmly at her, she led the way to the couches and they spent some time eating and talking about their week.

With seven of them trying to fit on two couches, it was a cramped affair, with Julieta sitting on Agustin’s lap, and Pepa eyeing Félix’s speculatively. Bruno was crammed between Reina and Rosalie, who spent an hour subtly crowding him into Reina’s space. He didn’t even notice she was doing it until Reina curled her legs up and they rested on his thigh.

He glanced at her to see if she noticed the contact, then felt silly, of course she noticed they were touching, it’d be hard to miss.

She didn’t seem to care however, and when Rosalie somehow managed to gain another inch, Reina had no problem wrapping an arm around him so he could lean on her.

Bruno gulped. Was there some way to alert her to their enemies’ objective without revealing his own feelings?

Rosalie stretched, and Bruno instinctively ducked closer to Reina to avoid her arms. When he looked straight across at Pepa she was hiding her smirk behind a cookie Julieta had made.

He glared at her.

A/N: Sorry about the abrupt end. I wrote and cut this before making Leandra her own OC (back when the entire story would have finished in twenty chapters), so she was still only reader insert Reina, and also a little more oblivious than she ended up being. She doesn't actually know what the goal of the game is, she's just happy to play on Bruno's team. It always hurts to cut scenes that are centered on the triplets acting like actual siblings, they are some of my favorite ones to reread, so this one is a major part of why I want to share these and have extra copies.