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unreasonablerobin · 2 months ago

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HI BARBIE

Damian Al Ghul x Girly!Reader

Synopsis: Damian and his... very girly girlfriend??

W.C: 4.3K

Tags: Fluff ♡

Something was different... everyone in the manor could tell that there was something different with Damian Al Ghul Wayne.

Considering he lived in a manor full of detectives, you really wouldn't think he'd have gotten away with his secret rendezvous.

7 months ago...

It all started with Alfred noticing new smells on his clothes as he did the laundry. At first, it seemed that Damian had simply switched to a new shampoo or maybe gotten a cologne. Then, the sharp scent of cologne started to come mixed with floral. Alfred did what any good butler would do. He ignored it. If his master wanted to indulge in wearing floral scents, he wouldn't shame him for it.

Alfred wasn't the only one who noticed the change in scent, though. Dick had been messing around with Damian in the training room. They always liked a good spar with each other. Everything was going as usual until... SNIFF

"Dude, are you wearing perfume?" Dick suddenly asked as he blocked a punch from his little brother. Damian's composure faltered for just a moment before he pulled himself together, grabbing Dick and tossing him over the shoulder. The poor vigilante was too distracted by his discovery to catch himself. He fell to the floor with a thud.

"Don't be ridiculous Grayson." The boy clicked his tongue as he began to walk out of the training room.

"It's one of those Britney Spears ones, Kori has a few," Dick said more to himself than Damian as the boy was choosing to ignore him the more words tumble out of his mouth. "Hold on don't tell, is it the pink one with the little green gems on it?"

Damian had to fight back the urge to inform him that the perfume he was thinking of was called Fantasy. He'd become quite the enthusiast simply from listening to you go on about all sorts of perfumes, and other products, sat at your vanity as he admired your reflection through the mirror.

"Why do you know so much about Britney Spears perfumes Grayson?" Damian retorted.

"Cause I have a very gorgeous girlfriend, Dams. I got her the perfume for her birthday, the bottle reminded me of her." He replied a lovesick grin already forming at the thought of his alien lover. The former assassin took the opportunity to sneak out of the training room as his older brother got lost in a train of hopeless romantic thoughts over his lover.

Once he made it back to his room he sharply inhaled. Yep, it smells like your perfume. Very clearly, like you'd jumped around spraying it before sneaking out this morning. He took a handful of his shirt and lifted it to his nose. Yep, also smells like your perfume and your setting spray. If he wanted to keep your relationship hidden from his lunatic families he'd need to do a better job of covering it, he thought to himself as he began to light any scented candles he could find. An attempt to cover your traces. One of them was a gift from you, so not entirely hiding your presence.

5 months ago...

The two of you were walking through the mall. Hands intertwined and a bundle of shopping bags in his other. He'd insisted on carrying them. No matter how ridiculous he looked. It was a funny sight. His cold hard expression paired with cute bags of clothes, makeup and a Sanrio plushie peeking out from one of them.

"Are you hungry, beloved?" Damian turned his head to face you. You pondered for a moment until your stomach decided for you by making a growling sound.

"Yes..." You said slightly embarrassed. A downturned smile spread on your face.

"Where would you like to go?" You were about to respond when your phone started ringing, a cheery pop song blared from your charm-adorned handbag.

"Sorry, one sec," you reached into the bag. Shoving all sorts of things around to get to your phone. "It's my mom, you pick I'll be back in a minute!" You stepped off to the side and answered the phone.

Damian huffed at the feeling of his empty hand as he began to scan the mall food court up ahead.

'Burger King, McDonalds, Stephanie and Cass, KFC...' He paused his train of thought. Oh shit, he didn't realise Stephanie and Cass would be here and walking towards you both, unaware of your presence.

"Mom, I promised I'd be back home for dinner. 6:30, I know," You laughed at her antics before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.

You didn't get the chance to turn around as your hand was being grabbed and you were getting dragged away.

"Damian?" you looked at the boy as he swerved between the crowds. "Is everything alright?" You watched as he occasionally looked behind the two of you. Taking a small glance back you spotted two girls you recognised from a photo he'd shown you.

"Hold on, is that Damian?" Stephanie stopped Cass in her tracks and pointed ahead. Cass looked up from her milkshake and saw the head of her little brother.

"We should go say hi! Wonder what he's doing in the mall?" Stephanie had taken Cass' arm and was pulling her towards Damian, both unaware that he wasn't alone and trying to get away from them.

Damian noticed the two getting closer and took a sharp left turn into a random clothing store. He used the clothing racks to hide from the persistent girls following them.

"Why's he gone in here?" Stephanie wondered out loud. "It's a women's clothing store." Cass shrugged her shoulders as her mind went to Dick's theory on Damian trying out more feminine things, and being ashamed of it, after the perfume incident. She thought the theory was ridiculous.

Cass looked around quickly to see if the shop was even worth spending time in, but nothing was to her taste. As she scanned the store she spotted what looked to her brother... and a girl? Sneaking into the dressing rooms.

'No, it couldn't be,' Cass thought to herself watching the figure of a boy that looked exactly like her brother disappear into a dressing room with a really pretty girl. 'Could it?'

You and Damian crammed into a little dressing room with all your shopping bags.

"So..." You began, turning to the mirror to fix any out of place hairs.

"We'll have to wait a while, they are unfortunately persistent."

"How long?"

"I do not know, beloved," He shoved your shopping bags into the corner. "Longer than you'd like, I'd imagine."

You stood in silence for a moment.

"I can think of a couple ways to pass the time..." You turned away to prevent yourself from laughing at Damian's flushed face.

3 months ago...

Damian and Jason had been giving each other a hand during patrol that night. Damian was chasing some low-life thugs and they managed to slip out of his grasp and dash all the way to Crime Alley. Thankfully Jason was there and helped him catch the guys. After dealing with them Damian stood up, a vibration surged through his pocket. He reached in about to immediately hit decline. Why would he answer the phone on patrol? That's what he thought until your face graced his peripheral. He quickly turned his back towards his brother. It was a photo of you and your closets friends. (Obviously the contact picture was only focused on you). It was taken on your birthday. You were all dolled up in makeup and a gorgeous outfit you'd insisted you needed his opinion on before going out. He was about to answer when, "Who's that?" Jason called out from behind.

'Oh Shit.' Damian thought to himself. There are so many excuses to use when your brother smells your girlfriend's perfume on you, so many ways to hide from your sisters when out on a date. How does one convince Red Hood that 'Beloved <3' isn't what it looks like? That its no one special on the other end of the line?

"No one," Damian tried his luck with lying anyways. "Mind your business!" He possessively clutched the phone to his chest. Hiding the caller ID and contact photo. That was only for him to see.

Jason stared at him through his helmet, "Uh-huh, sure," Damian could feel the bullshit look on Jason's face behind the helmet. "No one at all."

"No one for you to concern yourself with Todd, mind your business." Damian stuttered out sharply before disappearing into the night. Away from prying eyes.

Jason couldn't help but grin as he watched his brother run off, phone clutched in his hand like a lifeline.

"Idiot."

Damian had perched himself on top of an apartment building. He brought his phone in front of him and called his last missed call. You. He sat in the silence of dawn, only the buzz of his voice and the tires of some earlier commuters to be heard. Until he heard the sweet voice of his favourite person.

"Hello? Damian?" God, how did your voice sound so angelic this early in the morning, through a phone speaker?

"Good morning, beloved," He sighed contently, "Apologies for not picking up when you first called I was finishing up something." He felt at peace hearing your voice and the ruffle of your bedsheets. Even if it was only through a phone and not in person. It would do.

"Oh sorry!" You whisper yelled. The sun was only rising, your family were probably still asleep. "I didn't mean to bother, we can talk la-"

"Nonsense, you are certainly not bothering me, beloved. I'm more than happy to make time for you at any hour of the day or night." He cut you off. It was silent on your end of the line for a few moments. A couple of giggles and some sheet rustling could be heard. Damian could see it in his mind you going slightly rouge and hiding your face in the pastel duvet.

"It's just," you trailed off, "I had a stupid nightmare and I couldn't go back to sleep."

"If my presence is what you seek in order to feel safe than I will always be available." You smiled at that looking out the window by your bed.

"I will be there."

"What!?" You shot up in your bed, shrinking in on yourself when you realised how loud you were being.

"Damian, there's no need-"

"Yes there is very much need," You sighed at his persistence. "You require my comfort to fall back asleep, I know how much you enjoy your weekend sleep." You fell back k down into tour bed with a smile. He was so right. You loved your weekend lie ins.

"I am finished patrol so I will make my way to you."

"Okay, I'll see you in a few, my windows open," you bit your bottom lip for a moment, hesitation filling you, "I love you." There was silence on the other end of the line until the call ended. You looked at your phone in confusion worried you'd accidentally hit the red button or if Damian had decided he actually hated you. A shadow replacing the sunrise light that had been beaming onto you stopped your train of thought. You looked up to see Robin perched on your windowsill. Strategically, as to not damage your flower boxes.

"I love you too." He whispered before he crawled through the window, landing on your bed.

2 months ago...

Damian was sat in the back of the Batcave as Bruce and Tim discussed something about an ongoing case. He was cleaning one of his katanas. Deciding it was clean enough he picked it up and set it to the side. A small sound of metal hitting metal made the two detectives perk up. The sound came again as Damian picked up another blade to clean. Tim turned his head ever so slightly to glance at the boy and in the corner of his eyes, he spotted it. A small ring on his left hand. He gave a small glance to Bruce, who was still staring at the screen before him, but he could tell the scrunch of his face wasn't from the confusion of the case. Damian completely unaware of his brother's and father's change in demeanour continued to clean his blades. The metal ring subtly caught the light as he carefully rubbed the cloth against the sharp edge of the blade. A gentle smile graced his face as he stared at the ring. His mind wandered back to the day he gave you the promise ring. He knew you'd love it but he was still so nervous. He would rather die than let anyone know that though. Little whispers snapped him out of his thoughts. Looking up he spotted Tim leaning in towards Bruce muttering something.

"Can I say something?" Tim questioned in a hushed teasing tone.

"No, you can not." Bruce sternly replied, folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh come on," Tim looked from him to his brother out of the corner of his peripheral. "You can't not be curious about what's up with him?"

Bruce gave the young detective a quick glance before returning to the screen with CCTV footage playing.

"Of course I am, but it is none of our business." He said curtly. "Damian is very capable and I trust that he is independent and mature enough to do as he pleases."

Tim sighed in response to that. He'd have to lay off on the teasing for now, but just know that when he gets a moment alone with his little brother he will become the biggest pain in the ass.

Damian couldn't help but let his smile grow back after hearing his father's words. He spun the ring around his finger for a brief moment before setting his blades aside and exiting the cave.

1 month ago...

Another rare day where you manage to spend the day in Wayne Manor. Today was much easier than all the others. Dick was in his apartment with Kori'ander, Bruce and Tim were away on company business, the girls were all out, and Jason was god knows where. You didn't really care if they were in the Manor or on the other side of the world at this moment. You were sprawled on top of your boyfriend in his bed. Nothing could possibly ruin this day for you. Your head was rested on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. His hand held yours and the other played with the ends of your hair. You both layed in the silence of the day as you quite literally watched paint dry. Over on his desk, which was supposed to be used for homework and not art or makeup, like it you had previously been using it for. Two small paintings lay drying; one of batcow and the other of a sunset. A huff of laughter from the chest beneath you made you look up.

"What?"

"There is paint on your face, beloved."

You shot up from his body and where about to run into the bathroom. Damian gently grabbed into your face. The red paint streaks where mostly dry now so he was easily able to rub them off. Even when your face was paint free, you both sat there, your face in his hands and his thumb caressing your skin.

"You are so beautiful, Habibti." You stared with a lovestruck look right back at his lovesick one. He leaned in a little closer.

"May I?" He asked, ever the gentleman. You nodded.

He brought his lips to yours not caring about the sticky sensation of your lip gloss. You sighed into the kiss and brought your hands up to rest of his. They slid down and held onto his wrists. Neither of you would get Iver this feeling. The butterflies, your lips on eachother, the fear that enters your body when you hear a knock of the door. Oh my god. You immediately pulled away.

"Master Damian," Alfred's muffled voice came through the door. "Would like some cookies? They are freshly baked."

"No thanks, Pennyworth." Damian quickly replied. There was an uncomfortable silence for a second before-

"Would your friend like some?" Both of your eyes bulged out and your jaws dropped.

"I won't tell, no need to fret!"

You looked to Damian nervously, who nodded his head, telling you that Alfred really meant what he said.

"Yes please!" You piped up. You could smell those cookies and my god, you wanted them so bad.

"Very well, I'll prepare them and some tea." Alfred laughed before heading back to the kitchen.

Present...

Yesterday had been another one of those rare days where nobody was in the manor, so you had come over and Damian persuaded you to stay the night.

You sleepy made your way into the bathroom attached to his room. Deciding it was time to get ready for the day. Your eyes scanned the counter top covered in skincare and makeup products left here overtime by you. You couldn't help but smile thinking of all the smalls ways you two had been intertwining your life's. You had things in his place, he had things in yours, he carried hair ties for you and you carried bandages for him. It was simple and sweet. It got you thinking about why he didn't want you to meet his family as you did your skincare. He'd met yours, plenty of time at that. He'd spent the night, he'd had dinner with them, hell you're mom bought him an Easter egg! You swore up and down to yourself he didn't have any problem with you or his family. Now picking up your primer you couldn't help but be confused. Why is he so desperate to hide you and your relationship? You shook the thoughts away when you spotted your frown in the mirror, now just focusing on getting ready.

An hour had passed and Damian was awake. He could hear you in the bathroom as he rolled over in the now cold bed.

"Babe, can you help me?" You softly called out as you nudged the bathroom door open. "I can't get my earing in." You informed with you hands at your ear.

He got up from his bed a maneuvered you back into the bathroom, where the lighting was good, shutting the door behind him.

"I can't get it through, it shouldn't be closed up though!" You handed him the earing and stood beside him under the ceiling light.

He tilted your head and began what would be an annoyingly long process of trying to perform the simple task of getting a piece of metal through a hole.

Alfred was in the middle of cooking breakfast and asked Dick to go wake his brother up. Unaware that you were still here. You usually snuck out earlier but you're phone was dead when you woke up so you never checked the time.

Dick trecked up the stairs, past Jason leaving his room and towards Damian's. He softly knocked on the door before swinging it open.

"Uh, Jason?"

"What?" Jason grumbled at the end of the hallway.

"Who's phone is that?" Dick asked pointing towards a phone that definitely wasn't his brother's. Unless he'd taken a sudden liking to charms and bows.

Jason sleepy stared at Dick until the image of Damian's phone with a picture of a girl and suspicious caller ID appeared in his head. Now he was sprinting towards his brother's room.

Jason and Dick stood in the doorway examining the unknown phone plugged in and rested on the nightstand. Jason gasped and pointed at a woman's bag, say on the floor, leaning against the desk leg. Dick dramatically took hold of Jason and put a finger to his lips. He then pointed to the bathroom door.

"Damian it's fine!"

"I don't want to hurt you!"

"It's not going to hurt, babe I promise!"

A girl? Babe!?

This had Dick and Jason turning to eachother, shock written all over their faces as they sprinted to the stairs.

Bruce, Tim, Stephanie and Cass were all sat at the dining table. Bruce was reading the newspaper, Tim was chugging a coffee, Stephanie was talking to Cass while they waited for the other three boys. Same as every morning. At least it was, until-

"Damian has a girlfriend!" Dick shouted like he was the final girl just after discovering who the killer was.

"She's upstairs!" Jason skidded into the kitchen behind him.

Alfred froze, as he watched Tim and Stephanie sprint faster than he'd ever seen before. Dick and Jason following right behind them. Cass subtly followed. She didn't want to be nosy but... she needed to know! Her suspicions were driving her crazy ever since the mall. Bruce sighed, folding up the newspaper and setting it down before heading up to Damian's room as he heard screaming.

You were mortified. Six people just barged into the room and saw you in your pyjamas; your underwear and one of Damian's shirts. You screamed and immediately bolted back into the bathroom. You were panicking. Damian didn't want you to meet his family and you just did it in the worst way possible. Half naked and screaming. What a way to meet the future in-laws. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you slid to the floor. Atleast your hair and makeup look good.

"Drake, what the fuck!?" Damian yelled.

"Hold on, why am I the only one getting yelled at?" Tim retorted.

Stephanie nudged his shoulder. "You scared her stupid!"

"We barged in at the same time!"

"You're a guy!"

Damian stood there with a frustrated expression watching Tim and Stephanie bicker and the rest of his family pile in. Cass's small smile at him help him relax a little, but only a little. And just for a moment, cause then Dick and Jason piped up.

"So..." Dick began. "Who is she?"

"None of your business."

"That's what you told me when someone named 'beloved' called you on patrol." Jason chimed in with a teasing tone. Damian could only stare at more frustration than before. His cheeks began to flush and that just passed him off more. Stephanie wasn't helping with her "awww's in the background. Damian was about to scream for them to all get out, get physical with Tim if he needed to.

“Damian.”

Everyone turned towards the stern, deep voice in the doorway. Bruce stepped forward to his youngest son.

"Father," Damian started a tangent before Bruce even had a chance to say anything more. "Her name is Y/n. We have been dating for 8 months, and I love her. No matter your approval or disapproval I will continue to see her." Damian informed his father in a stern and determined tone.

“If it’s alright with you I would like to meet her. Properly.” He requested. “I believe the rest would also like to meet her.” Damian didn’t know how to respond. He thought his father would have a bigger reaction to lying and sneaking around with a girl. Especially considering the occupations of everyone present.

“Of course only if she’s alright with it as well.” Bruce added with a light smile.

"Allow me to check." Bruce ushered all of his children out of the young boy's room.

Once they’d all left he slid into the bathroom where you were still sat on the floor.

“Habitat,” he called out softly. “We don’t have to go down there if you don’t want to.” He knelt in front of you.

“No! I want to, I’d love to meet your family.” You countered quickly. “Only if that’s okay with you, I don’t want to overstep.”

“Whatever you want, beloved.” He said with a smile identical to his father’s.

You were now dressed and sat beside Damian at the Wayne dining table. All of the Wayne's were staring at you. It wasn't daggers or disgust. You'd figured it was curiosity.

"How the hell did you even meet?" Jason asked the first question.

"School." Damian answered coldly.

"No offence, but I didn't expect you to end up with someone so..." Dick trailed off as he swung is fork around as if it would conjure up the words he wad looking for.

"Girly?" You suggested. "I get it, you probably thought he'd end up with someone like yourselves."

Everyone at the table felt a bead of sweat drop from their foreheads.

"What?" Stephanie asked with a nervous laugh.

"She knows." They all snapped their necks to look at Damian and then their father at the head of the table.

He sighed, "Damian I trust that you thought about all this before giving us away?"

"Of course I did. Do not suggest that they are not trustworthy." Bruce and Damian had a bit of a stare off. While that was happening Stepahine had kicked Tim out of his chair beside you.

"You're hair is so gorgeous! What do you use?" She asked as she held a strand in her palm.

"Oh, I cannot think of the name! But there's some up in Damian's bathroom, I'll show it to you."

Dick leaned over the table, "I thought I was going crazy when I started smelling perfumes off him!" You laughed at his comment.

"What do you use? It smells similar to the one Kori uses."

You began to chat with the vigilantes about all sorts of things. Telling Cass and Stephanie about the products you use and where you shop, listening to stories about Dick and Kori. Jason chimed in with a few book recommendations and reviews after learning you like to read. Quickly you found yourself having conversations with all the Waynes like it was as easy as breathing. As you were laughing at some Internet joke you and Tim were discussing, you spotted a poute on your boyfriend's face. And it finally clicked.

Damian Al Ghul was jealous of his own family.

He kept your relationship a secret and avoided introducing you for so long because he didn't want them to steal your attention.

You couldn't help but smile at that.

A/N: First piece published!! I welcome back feedback with open arms. Please just don't take this opportunity to be rude. I'd love to know if I write ooc or if my grammars incorrect, ect.

Shout out to Damian Al Ghul my gatekeeping king🙏

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humanjarvis · 3 months ago

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you’d been perplexed when sylus had called you in the middle of the day—which was usually his favorite time to rest.

“can you come to the base, sweetie?” he’d rasped, voice thick with ruined sleep. “i need your help with something.”

your confusion is all the more reason for you to head to the base. when you arrive, you let yourself in and greet mephisto with a poke on the beak before hurrying to sylus’s bedroom.

“is something wrong?” you breathe, all but barging in. quickly, you scan the room for threats or intruders before your eyes land on the hulking figure in front of you.

the hulking figure who’s uncharacteristically hunched over his bed, head bent and looking defeated.

at your voice, he looks up, and you know him well enough to see the relief and slight embarrassment in his ruby eyes.

“…sylus?” you ask hesitantly, “what’s going on? you should be sleeping right now.”

“i was asleep,” he agrees with a slow nod. “and then…i ran into a slight problem,” he responds carefully, eyes flitting forlornly to the side of the bed.

curious, you come to stand beside him, placing a hand on his sagging shoulder. it takes a few seconds, but then, you spot it: trapped between the dark oak boards of his bedframe is a small brilliant red gem, glittering slightly in what little sunlight fills the room.

“are you able to retrieve it?” he asks quietly. “it must have fallen earlier. when you’re not here…i can’t sleep without it.”

“o…kay?” you reply, your confusion only doubling. taking a moment to study him, you notice the small pout on his face and stroke his slightly mussed hair. “of course i’ll get it. just a sec.”

a moment later, you’re kneeling down to stick your hand in the bedframe and wiggling your fingers until you feel the crystal’s cool surface. you pull it out in one fluid motion, blow the dust off, and deposit it into sylus’s waiting hand. flashing you a tired, grateful smile, he immediately places it securely under his pillow.

“there you go!” you chirp, pleased to have helped him. “but…can i ask something? why didn’t you just fish it out yourself?”

avoiding your gaze, he clears his throat before he speaks.

“…my hands were too big.”

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alanisstonedd · 4 months ago

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deeblockduke hcs

duke dennis x black!reader

cw: cussing, fluffffff, lil spice no full smut, mention of public & butt stuff, food play

an: ran back this song by my hubby & realized it reminds me of dukey 🥹 so here’s some hcs my shmookies

✯ you fr thought the relationship was finna be TOO CALM bcs he be acting nonchalant let’s be real. but boy was yo ass wronggg. it takes him a sec to warm up but once he does, he literally falls deeper & more passionately in love with you every fuckin day. you literally become his rock, his safe space, his muse girl. his actual everything.

✯ calls you randomly just to hear your voice. the vibrations in your voice literally release dopamine in his body stg. he’ll be like “whatchu doin bae” “oh yuh, how dat goin” “wait, lemme see whatchu got on” “but you saw me leave this morning bae” “i know baby, just show me again i’m tryna see you” “oooo damn you perfect…. okay…. i miss you mane, text me later bae?” just running his damn mouth tryna get whatever you’ll give him while yall not physically together

✯ leaves you love notes in your stuff. in RANDOM ASS SPOTS. like in your pockets - that’s his main spot. very frequently in your purse or folded up in the back of your phone case. on his pillow when he’s up earlier than you. on the bathroom mirror. & it’s not affirmations and shit either girl. it’s like “seeing you happy is like seeing 1,000,000 stars light up the sky. more beautiful & incredible than i could’ve ever imagined or dreamed.” jaw dropped the fuck, all jokes aside you really start to bring out the lil poet in him. “the smallest inch of your skin on mine feels electrocuting. burns like the sweetest paradise. you light me on fire fr bae”

✯ you often wake up with VERY LARGE flower arrangements set up, no matter where you wake up - his room or your place (that’s also lwk his fr). he really gets creative with it too - roses, daisies, tulips, orchids, lilacs, really whatever flower he feels like embodies his love for you that day. & he really gets detailed with it, adding in smaller decorative flowers & weeds to make each arrangement diverse, unique, and an accurate representation of how he feels. tuh, ykw lemme just show yall his masterpieces. that was a collection you had built up bcs he went back to back one week. he puts the bouquet on the bed with a note & scatters extra petals on the bed and the floor. if he’s with you he’ll take petals and sprinkle them over u to wake you up just to get your reaction. every time.

✯ will pick up and fly you anywhere. you won’t stop goin on about the beach during this cold winter? yall on the next jet to turks. private beach, fucking on jet skis, fucking everywhere really, on the beach laid up napping, drunk at the pool bar, yall being water babies for a sec & playing in the water. fucking on the beach. yall rlly bring out the inner child in eachother & heal them by just being together :,)

✯ gifts after every date nighttttt!!! he takes you out somewhere five star or a hole in the wall gem just for the bomb food. wines & dines you, yall yap and rlly grub bcs yall BOTH always getting full fr. when you get homeeee, boxes & bags in the room every time without fail. LV, Hermes, Gucci, YSL, Goyard, Balenciaga, Chanel, IN ADDITION to any other clothes, shoes, or jewelry you might’ve mentioned recently. you def have really shed tears a few times. WILL demand a fashion show - “nah wait, where u goin? you not finna model??” “nah get yo ass back here and model wit yo sexy ass, mhm. i’m not playin, im tryna see what i done bought” - that almost always leads to yall hunchin in whatever set his ass off. new louboutins, ur new iced out cuban link dancing, or some lacy draws he picked out. he tearin that ass up in whatever u got on.

✯ is a freak 🤷🏽‍♀️ WILL pull some whipped cream outta nowhere and lick ts off ur nipples, tummy, ass, thighs, WHATEVERRR. will surprise you with freaky shit “okay i got us sum, it’s a surprise tho so u gotta wait” meanwhile he giggling with that pop pop laugh. you wait ALL DAY, pussy soakinnnnn bcs he’s constantly teasing you, then he wanna pull out some anal beads…. also yall film everythingggg 😭 u thought it was just carry over from him always having to make content but nah he just a freak fr. he will set up a camera wherever yall gettin down. kitchen, room, bathroom, closet & best believe he’ll hold that shit if he can’t set it down

✯ if you have a following & are in the spotlight he’s absolutely reposting so many edits of you. starts posting more often bcs of you and will 100% will make posts of just you lmfao he not even in it at all. always posting you & showing you off everywhere. loves PDA, but in a classy way. he just loves knowing that everyone knows you’re his. his ass get carried away off the drink tho & u gotta keep him in check bcs again, he’ll indulge in fat ma ANYWHERE

✯ do yall sometimes match fits?….. what yall think

✯he lowkey a sleepy mf and will fall asleep on you anywhere, no exceptions. he love a nap or a snuggle - just being close af like smelling u and shit. uses ur booty as a nap pillow (or ur tummy). loves being tangled up wit uuuu all up on eachother. it’s really his peace

✯ loves cooking with u bcs it makes him feel like yall married lollll. he loveeeee the domestic shit. he wants to get better at cooking (wants to spoil u in even more ways) so he always wanna do cooking dates

✯ yall guilty of being the couple that EVERYONE in the vicinity can hear fucking bcs he don’t EVER make yo ass shut up. except when yall could actually get caught teehee. but at home?? he like “yeah let that shit out baby” “fuck, im tryna hear you, yeah” “fuckkkk i know bae, i know” “yeah who making you scream baby? who?” “oh yeah? that’s ‘fuckkk’?”

✯ loves feeding you for some reason?? always tryna feed you your snacks & even meals sometimes. and always silently with the straightest face lol. if he ever says “you want one” just know you’re never grabbing your own. it’s 100% getting fed to you.

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ardienothesieno · 2 months ago

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DAY TWO OF THE HERMITCRAFT CHARITY LIVESTREAAAAAAAM

i wont be able to summarize the entire thing as i have rehearsal this afternoon... but i can get the first half at least!!

link to my day one liveblog

very short intro from the hermits as grian and scar are interviewing jared hess, the director of the minecraft movie!

"He's a tall drink of water, that guy," -- Jared Hess, directer of the minecraft movie, talking about Mumbo Jumbo. (and. he's taller then mumbo.)

apparently mumbo designed a ton of redstone machines for the movie that didnt end up being used

scar keeps derailing the interview to ask about napoleon dynamite

sign purchases have been reopened for everyone in europe who was asleep. im tempted to buy a second one lol

doc in chat

they've rigged the wheel for snails

400k wheel spin landed on......... SNAILS.

MINECRAFT IN CHAT

chat is making snails... _@/"

grian tried to imitate oli's snail noises and summoned oli in the process. oli is now yelling in the chat

oli and eloise have threatened to throw their cat out the window if we dont donate

joe is green-screen colored and is being consumed by the background

according to false the snails are sedated and that's why their not murderous right now

treebark making bracelets with gem <3

the steam has only been going for about an hour and we've already hiiiiiiit:

FIVE HUNDRED THOUSANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

i mentioned to my family that the charity has raised over 500k in this short a time and that did kinda blew their minds. i think they're starting to realize my niche hyperfixation isnt so "niche" afterall lololol

jimmy and kirsty have acknowledged their ship name is jirsty and they are not happy about that

OLI ON THE ROBOT???? OLIBOT?????

RAN INTO MY FRIEND @pookapufferfish IN THE CHAT HI POOKA!!!!!!!

martyn broke the mojang coffee machine. rip.

now martyn is lost in joel's base. the main stream has been on him wandering around joel's base, helplessly lost, for like 15 minutes now

but now it's MYSTERY HERMIT TIIIIIIIIME

doc is trying to make small talk with chat. from in chat.

minecraft old nether music on the waiting screen goes hard

OKAY NOW IT'S MYSTERY HERMIT TIME

pearl scar and gem are the detectives, zed is hosting

they are prompting a mystery hermit who's ona call to do certain things and then trying to guess who the mystery hermit is.

detectives first asked them to do parkour, theorizing one of the arizona dads. second asking them to put things in an ender chest (THEY PUT FLIGHT DURATION 3 ROCKETS IN THE CHEST IM CALLING JOEHILLS). third, asking them to decorate an interior. four, asked them what they want to remove from minecraft, they said pink glazed terracotta. five, keep name kill a mob, kept and evoker, named a creaking (creakles), killed a sniffer

all three judges voted they think it's tango. it waaaaaaaaas

TANGOOOOOOO

okay ive got to go for a sec so i might miss this next one

i wasnt able to like fully watch the next two but they guessed cub for number 2 and it was cub, and they guessed false for number 3 and it was xisuma!!

okay i havent been able to watch for about an hour... hope i didnt miss too much ._.

SNAIL RACING WOOHOO

escargo vs gary vs quizbot vs oli in robot form

ESCARGO VICTORY!!!!! olibot takes second lol

okay i for sure wont be able to watch the rest of the stream live at least, if anyone wants to take over for liveblogging the second half of day 2 please do so!!! i want to know what happens :)

HI EDITING ARDIE HERE IM BACK FROM REHEARSAL!!!! IT WAS GOOD THANKS FOR ASKING

YES IM GOING TO CONTINUE LIVEBLOGGING. THE 3ISH HOURS I MISSED WILL BE MISSING BUT IM GONNA GET THE REST OF IT 👍

so uh. check this post for updates. it will be updating.

while i was away, by the way, we hit

SIX HUNDRED THOUSANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

and

SEVEN HUNDRED THOUSANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

they're doing a "harmonica challenge." shock collars from yesterday but with harmonicas in their mouths, whoever toots first loses. skizz and grian running it but grian isnt allowed to push the buttons anymore lol

jimmy v ren. jimmy loses like a wimp

tango vs zed. tango is a TANK he barely flinches at all

championship, ren v tango. grian hits tango with a level 15 near instantly and he understandably breaks but ren does NOT want to try and compete with that and forfeits. tango is the ultimate pain tolerance man!!!

back to scar who's running the whole thing. he's really tired you can tell... he's very quiet. also i think i hear some of his medical gear making noise

GIGS PHASMO!!!

we cut to pearl for a bit. pearl without aussie ping is SCARY

scar is still talking-- he put on the pink minecarft movie jacket. looked very snazzy. then slipped out of his chair trying to get it off ._.

SCAR HAS A BOW AND ARROW. HOTGUY HOTGUY HOTGUY (im guessing this was a wheel incentive i missed)

AND CONFIRMED-- SCAR IS NOW ON THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS FOR GAMERS OUTREACH AHHHHHHHHHH <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

gettin reaaaaaal close to 800k... can we beat the amount raised last year...

PI DRIVE. DONATING $3.14... if we hit 800,000 someone's gonna get pied...

oh and every time scar sees an anonymous donor pop up he assigns a star wars name to the anon.

SOMEONE DONATED WITH THE NAME "THE SECRET LIFE SHADOW PEOPLE" AND SCAR WAS LIKE. YEAH.

scar shot an arrow and hit his dad in the eye.

MARTYN SPITTIN NAMES TIME WOO

i donated a slice of pie. martyn butchered my name <3

OKAY HOLY SHIT THE LAST 30 MINUTES HAVE BEEN VERY CHAOTIC IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE

so. i had a tutoring session. and my tutor and i got chatting and i told her about this and kinda maybe hyperfixation rambled for a while and she was really interested and super into it and sent me some money to donate to the charity!!! which was very nice of her!!!!!!! everyone say thank you to my tutor julie <3

and then we hit:

EIGHT HUNDRED THOUSANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

🎉🎉🎉

and then the broadcast cut away for a bit and when it came back...

it was the closing out!! all the hermits all together... plus the head guy from gamers outreach

WHO THEY PIED. AS A CELEBRATION OF 800K.

and... that was the end. and the closing screen played the permit office hold music :)

same as yesterday, i'll reblog this with all the screenshots i took today!!

also the donations page is still up and open, if anyone has a couple bucks to spare and is interested!! https://tilt.fyi/xEs9UP5TXv

thank you to the hermits for putting on such a phenomenal show <3

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft charity stream #hermitcraft charity event #grian #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #inthelittlewood #oli orionsound #joe hills #cubfan135 #renthedog #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #pearlescentmoon #i might be missing people but i really gotta go now lol

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tastesousweet · 8 months ago

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (xiii) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 p11 p12

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : halloweekend finds the pair in a tense party environment, putting their declaration of "just friends" to a test.

warnings : fluffy fun, very angsty at times, smutty at times (forgive me if it’s not up to par i haven’t wrote smut in a sec :/), alcohol and weed use mentioned, barely proof-read

mickey speaks : i have too much fun writing lucas and y/n scenes pls save me also i hope u enjoy and had a good halloween luv u all sm

THIS IS PART THIRTEEN, READ THE OTHERS FIRST PLEASE...

THE house is flooding. people are moving in and out constantly; stepping out for a smoke, or leaning over to let out strings of bile-filled saliva, or just leave the crowded event altogether. those who walk past the leaving groups are likely to step over a few drunk, costume-clad bodies (who have decided the floor looks "hella comfy" at that point in their night), and would be met with an undeniable heat radiating from every wall as the electric beats of the rhythm of the night headlines over every speaker.

by the time you arrive (with remi's hands wrapped tightly around your upper arm as if you were both entering a terrifying, haunted house rather than a boozy costume party) the party is at it's peak. a man in a hyper-realistic werewolf costume stood at the door to ask for your names and shamelessly flirt with the two of you before you were let into the large house.

you look to remi with excitement once you're fully engulfed in the home and your faces are both painted by the slow changing, colored lights. just as your mouth opens to speak, a smooth and familiar voice rings out a groan around you both, "good god!" lucas breaks between you two, hanging each of his large arms over the length of both you and remi's shoulders. "you two are lookin' fine as hell," he looks back and forth, eyeing you both with his toothy grin that glimmers extra with the decorative gem on his canine.

remi lets out a laugh, "thank you lucas," she sees the way he's leaning onto you and drawing circles on your shoulder making her smile, "but i will not be participating in any sister-wive shenanigans- so i'll see you," she slips from his hold and begins to walk backwards and silently mouths "i'll be in the kitchen" to you while motioning her hand as if she was drinking something which makes you laugh to yourself and exchange thumbs up's with each other.

lucas sends a flutter of his fingers to remi and when she turns around to navigate through the crowd, he's looking at you again- with your dolled up face and sheer-red glossed lips that he keeps staring at whenever you're speaking or rubbing them together. he hooks his arm to pull you closer as he leans down to speak into your ear through your hair, "how've you been, baby?"

your face gives away his obvious affect on you. you look down and then back up at him, bringing your hand up to play with his fingers on your hot skin, "i've been good. how about you?"

he brings his head close as he listens to you speak, nodding his head at a few people who assumingly recognize him.

"mmm," he unwraps his arm from you as he moves to lean his back against a wall with various faux spiderwebs and skulls stuck to it; still just as crowded by people on either side of him talking loudly or meeting each other's tongues. "love to hear that, you know 'm always feelin' good," he keeps ahold of your hand and smoothly spins you around to face him. he eyes your tight red corset and the way your ass sits in those tiny pink bloomer shorts and has to ask, "so.. what are you? some kind of fairy?"

his face looks so genuinely curious and attractive under the luxurious lighting that you can't help but smile, "i'm cupid! see?" you turn and lift your leg slightly to show off a small decorative bow and arrow attached by a lacy thigh garter.

"have you shot anyone yet?" he grins and his eyes, while puffy and red, remain focused on you.

it's been a while since you've seen lucas and even longer since you've felt the gentle intimacy from a guy you like, so you lean close and wrap your arms around his neck, lifting yourself up slightly to kiss his cheek, "just one."

lucas dramatically groans and leans his head back against the wall, "fuckin' hell," he bites at his bottom lip. when he finally brings himself to make eye contact with you again you're there, so close to him, with that pretty smile and those charming eyes. he jokingly shakes his head back and forth, "jesus." he starts to look around before calling out, "are there any nurses around here?! shit i'll take a sexy doctor at this point- my heart might just give out right now!"

you let out a cackle and look behind you at the few people who have overheard lucas' call for help before looking back to him and shushing him through his attractive laugh and calls of “help me”. he pulls you close enough for your faces to unintentionally meet to share an intoxicating giggle, before you take hold of his thick overall strap and hold his chin, feeling over his soft facial hair. you surprise him when you deliver a taste of you with a kiss to his lips, your voice gentle, "hey shhh ... i can take care of you."

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"what. the. fuck?!" matt says through a stifled laugh, waving through the smokey air to ensure he is seeing correctly.

chris stands with his hips tilted and cherry red lips pouted, dressed head to toe in a little red-riding-hood costume while he leans on a giggly andrea who's his self-proclaimed slutty big-bad-wolf counterpart. she’s got fluffy grey ears on top of her loosely curled hair and heavy dark eyeliner that brings out the hazel in her eyes. her tiny daisy duke shorts, furry boots, and sharp fake canines pull the rest of her costume together perfectly.

nathan's cackle rings as he comes from behind matt to greet his friends, "holy shit, that's too good, which one of you thought of this?!" he points a finger out from his grip on a slim beer bottle.

chris starts to laugh as andrea playfully replies, "who do you think?"

"just wait until nick sees you in this after you told him you wouldn't do drag with him..." matt tsks, still astonished by the sight of his brother in a tiny skirt.

chris twirls and plays with the ends of his frazzled wig as andrea begins to show them the photos she'd taken while they were getting ready. matt looks over to chris, "i really can't deal with how into this you are."

chris' face deadpans and he jokingly jumps at matt with a fist curled, making matt move backwards and almost knock nathan's drink out of his hand, "yeah, that's what i thought! i'll beat your ass!" he pitches his voice up to a hyper-feminine octave.

andrea lifts her hands up as she laughs, "woah? i thought this was a classy party?!"

matt sputters out his own chuckle at chris who is still playing up some sort of reality tv level fight, "oh my god hold me back!" he wraps andrea's arms around his torso while simultaneously throwing his arms in matt's direction, "hold me back babe, i'm about to kill this bitch!"

almost everyone around them has fallen weak from laughter when nick's exclaim cuts through over the loud music and hysterics, "is that christopher?! my brother?!" nick rushes down the stairs and chris immediately pushes through a crowd to go hug him.

"dude, chris is off one tonight! holy shit, i can't stop laughing," nathan wipes his eyes and rests his hand on matt's shoulder.

asha (who just so happened to get caught in chris' tight hug due to nick's hold on her hand) gives chris a soft pat on the back before ducking from between the two drunk idiots' hold and heading to greet her friends. "andrea! hi pretty lady!" the two squeeze each other tight before she moves to hug nate and matt.

"you all look so good! where's y/n?" she asks with a wide grin, the bright colors of her daphne costume enhancing the bronze of her skin in the low lighting.

"don't know." matt says with a shrug and a glance around the party atmosphere. he wish he knew. honestly, he wishes you were at his side, holding onto him right now.

his night out with elijah a few weeks back was only helpful for that night. sure, he had fun with the attention and heat of the moment sex that came with it- but he was left annoyed the next day when he woke up next to a girl incomparable to you. it was embarrassing and an emotionally drunk mistake; he's given himself enough shit for it, so he doesn't feel any need to ever expose that to you, if he's gifted with your openness again. if.

"she got ready at remi's, so i haven't seen her yet," andrea says before she's distracted by her boyfriend stood on a wooden table across the room, "chris! bájate (get off)! get down from there!" she yells in worry while quickly parting from the group.

"god, he’s wild." asha looks from chris dancing on the raised table to the two boys next to her, "well, i'm gonna go get a drink and hopefully find y/n while i'm gone," she spins to leave and surprisingly matt is right next to her, ready to follow suit.

"i'll come with you," he explains and asha pauses in question, "c'mon, just keep walkin'."

the two approach the vile display of a kitchen with cluttered liquors and mixers, sticky residue atop the counters and plenty of bodies using the space as their personal lounge. matt's got his head turning constantly (in hopes to at least spot you from afar and get the chance to admire), as he stands next to asha who's creating a beverage of sorts, "what're y'making?"

"literally have no clue, just puttin' a little malibu with hawaiian punch i'm sure it'll be fine-" she looks over to him, "what the hell are you doing?" she laughs while putting the cap back onto the tall bottle, "whipping your head around like crazy. do you have opps around here, matthew?"

matt rolls his eyes, "no," he sighs and goes to grab another beer from the fridge (after excusing himself to a couple leant against it). he twists the cap and takes a long sip.

"hey! you done with that yet?" a brash and irritating voice yells into the air, causing matt and asha to look over to see the guy with a poorly made vampire costume and his grimy finger pointed at her, "yeah, you!"

"excuse me?! who the fuck are you talking to?" asha immediately defends while gesturing to the bottle dismissively, "yeah i'm done with it you asshole, take it."

though he stays silent, matt's face displays disgust which makes the man just as mad, "the fuck is wrong with your face, cowboy? can't even defend your girl but you wanna have that dumbass look on your face."

matt laughs, the last thing he expected was to be ridiculed and pestered tonight, "can you chill the fuck out? there was no issue until your greedy ass came in here and started cussin' at girls and callin' me a cowboy when i'm clearly indiana jones."

asha tilts her hand as if to say, clearly? well that's debatable, which makes matt kiss his teeth. she ignores him and flashes a smile, mouthing, "okay, let's go" but the guy can't help but rebuttal and continue to shout profanities while the pair head out of the kitchen. so it's only right that matt turn his head to the guy and yell out, "go find some happiness and peace you drunk fuck, no one wants you here!" before he snickers to himself and gulps down more of his beer, wiping his dripping mouth with his exposed forearm.

matt and asha swiftly move through the crowd while laughing and sipping at their drinks until they find a spot big enough for both of them on the makeshift dancefloor. "hey, that drink better be worth literally fighting for." matt yells over the music and points at the solo cup in her hand.

"eh," she shrugs and begins to sway herself with the hypnotic dance-pop music playing loudly. she connects large dips of her hips with movement in her arms and lipsyncing that helps to loosen matt up enough to find some enjoyment in the small buzz of alcohol and pounding musical vibrations. though his playful mood dies when asha almost chokes on her drink (out of excitement) as she taps at matt's shoulder a few quick times. "oh my god! i found y/n! and ... is that ... lucas?" she squints her eyes.

matt doesn't mean to but his entire body reverses to get a view. only it's worse than he could ever imagine in his own creative mind. it's the harsh breaths you're taking and the way your bodies move as one and how he's hugging onto you under these turquoise and orange lights, it feels like matt has just been kicked down onto his knees and beaten over the head bloody. the heat of the people around him who keep bumping into him as he stands and watches you perform, is dizzying. there's constant movement in both time and the crowd, yet matt feels stuck. but that's strictly internal, matt's external remains dangerously calm. calm enough that asha doesn't notice any change, not even the roughness in his throat when he replies to her comment of "i didn't even know they were a thing" with a hushed, "me neither..."

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"wow you look fucking terrible, matt" nick stares with wide eyes, "asha, babe, how did you leave my brother alone for like thirty minutes and he's got the face of death the next time we see him?!" he laughs at his brother slumped in a lonesome outdoor chair.

"s’not on me! i promise he was fine when i left him!" she drunkenly expresses.

matt leans his head to the side, "yeah, make fun of me all you want. i'm not the idiot in a fuckin' blonde wig."

nick dramatically caresses his short, slightly off-centered, wig, "not too much! i am fred fucking jones!” making asha giggle uncontrollably as he adds, “where is the respect for icons around here?!”

matt's finding it difficult to enjoy any part of his night now that he has the sight of lucas practically fucking you in his friend's living room imprinted in his skull. he wishes you could have seen him there, watching. he hopes that your stomach would've dropped and you'd ask him to forgive you as he walked away. he hopes that maybe lucas was bothering you and matt just missed the part where you slapped him and told him to leave you alone. that wasn't his fucking sunny. sunny has more respect for herself. he knows sunshine when he sees it; and sunshine is better than matt. from what he saw, tonight you're just like him. how could you? do you truly see matt as a fucking friend? has all of his bickering about not getting with his friends fallen on deaf ears? or do you just not care enough?

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"so you're the only minion? what are your friends dressed as then?" you ask in reference to his costume as lucas feeds you a potato chip from the large bowl he stole from a dining table.

he has a smile as he looks up at you, sat on top of his lap, "yeah, you could say i went rogue, i guess. i got fired for bein' high on the job." you laugh and he brings another chips to your mouth, "all my boys are dressed like m&ms or batman and shit." lucas is caught by surprise when he sees matt approach the couch. "matt! what's up, man. i haven't seen you in a minute, here sit down." he moves the bowl from the cushion next to him, tapping the seat to invite him closer.

you quietly take a sip from the cold mixed drink in your hand and play with the lacy ruffles on your tiny shorts. you wonder if he’ll actually sit down, just to fuck with you. you truly never know what to expect from matt, you two haven't even been alone together since he'd given you an impromptu tattoo on your back. you know he’s likely come over to degrade you over enjoying any time without him. you don’t think he should be bothered with what you do with anyone else at this point.

he speaks up with a shake of his head and downturned lips, "nah i'm cool. y/n, can i talk to you?" his voice has a deep rasp that forces his east coast roots to sprinkle into his dialect.

"hm?" you finally look over to him. while your eyelids sparkle with loose glitter, his eyelids are heavy and his eyebrows, a confusing kind of angry. his lips are upset with you and his jaw is achingly pissed. your lips are still so soft and plump; matt would hate to think they've been kissed by the man underneath you.

"can we go talk?"

"what's going on? is it about one of our friends?" you're playing clueless in hopes that he'll let you finish enjoying your time not thinking about him tonight. for one fucking night.

he repeats your words in a breathy mock, "what's going on? y/n, please don't do this bullshit with me right now."

"alright no need for all that," lucas breathes out, his eyebrows pinched together.

a smile plays on matt’s face at the audacity of him to speak up as the literal other man here, "lucas, shut the fuck up. this has nothing to do with you, i'm just tryna' talk to my friend right now before i leave this dumbass party."

"wh-?!" lucas' voice gains it's own, contrasting, roughness.

“matt?!” you scold and immediately stand up, turning to lucas with an exhaustive sigh, "just give me a sec, okay?" you squeeze his hand before turning to matt, "come on."

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"this is fucking ridiculous,” he huffs.

"matt, slow down. please," you try to keep up with him physically through the crowd, and emotionally through his words.

he's mostly talking to himself with the way he speaks under his breath, "what the fuck were you thinkin'?"

"i can't hear, what are you saying?" you genuinely ask and try to move closer from behind him, only you accidentally move too harsh and swift, tripping yourself in the process.

he's quick to grab hold of your torso and lift you upright, "be careful, y/n."

"yeah, m’trying, matt." you readjust yourself upright and he takes his warm hands away from your body, reluctantly grabbing your hand instead to pull you the rest of the way through.

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you can finally see him. now that you’re both stood in the first bedroom matt could find upstairs, you're finally able to see him under the controlled, yellowed light of the private room.

you're in the middle of the unfamiliar room, watching him with his back towards you as he shuts the door. he lets out a deep breath as he looks over to you. it's too bad he can't cherish you when you're so damn cute in your tight costume and angel wings.

you curiously admire his appearance as well; he's clad in brown textured pants with a belt and rope connected while his toned chest and arms display his collection of tattoos under the brown vest. his face is attractively looking to you with fake bruises on his cheekbones and corner of his lip. the hat and satchel he wears would normally make you smile and giggle out of appreciation for his commitment to the character, but he's looking at you with such trouble you're feeling the drunken buzz you once had begin to fade.

"hey," your voice is small.

"y/n, what the fuck is going on?" his voice is immediately bitter.

you breathe out a laugh through your nose dismissively, "wow, okay. i'm not doing this right now..." you start to walk around him and towards the door.

"what? don't leave?!" he follows you and you stop.

you look over your shoulder at him, "matt, i'm not letting you yell at me and make me feel bad for enjoying my night out."

"no, i-" he sighs through his nose and comes close as he lowers his voice, "i'm trying to look after you," he gently wraps his arms over your shoulders, connecting his hand with his wrist.

"you're not... you're actually just being selfish, matt." you stand your ground.

"lucas isn't good for you, y/n, i've told you this," he reminds you with his face buried into the space where your shoulder and neck meet.

you groan, "i don't think you understand how fucking frustrating you sound!" you remove his arms and turn yourself around to look into his eyes, because maybe it will help him (and yourself) believe your words, "you wanna talk matt? let's talk. how about this: you and i were never and will never be together."

matt's tongue runs over his teeth and his stomach slightly aches the thought but he takes it on the chin, playing up his cocky personality you unfortunately have grown to favor. he smiles in your face, "i bet that felt good, huh?"

"better than you'd think." you think he can't tell but your eyes are the slightest bit glossier as you speak.

"mm," he nods his head, "right … so now what? you found another sleazed-out pothead to give you dick every now and then? you replacin' me?" he condescendingly laughs at you.

"'m not fucking him, matt. you're being childish." your eyes pinch in animosity.

matt notices your hand remaining on the doorknob, "you're not gonna leave yet though? we still need to talk.."

"about what?" you cross your arms.

matt shrugs with pouted lips, "i mean, i don't know. whatever friends talk about. i haven't seen your pretty ass all night- don't want my impact to be us fussin' at each other."

"you've made a big enough impact already don't you worry." you sarcastically roll your eyes and move to go stretch out on the soft bed, “but fine we can talk, as long as you go get a few drinks for us to share.”

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"you can’t be serious!" he exclaims with a laugh.

"no! m' dead serious-” you adjust yourself to sit up tall on your knees, the bed dipping below you and your strawberry wine cooler in hand, “and you know me, i’m just stood there trying to fight off actual tears while this woman nitpicks my entire cake design in front of a crowd of customers, matt.” you widen your hands to exaggerate your drunken spiel, “a crowd!”

matt continues to laugh at you through his mouthful of slightly bitter beer, he swallows before tugging your arm so that you’re sat once more, “c’mere.”

after you asked that he bring drinks up to you if he expected you to stay and talk with him, matt almost immediately went to the kitchen. he left you to sit alone in the space with your thoughts, which only made you crave a drink strong enough to make you stop thinking of all the bad. you wondered what lucas was doing but that began to make you fell terrible; you sent him a text apologizing for matt’s behavior and telling him you were going home for the night but you’d enjoyed your time with him. he was kind and cool about it which you appreciated.

you accidentally topple into his chest him when you’re pulled down, but matt easily adjusts himself to hold you as if it was a perfect accident. you blink slowly as you look at him and his teeth that show only slightly with his smile.

he can’t help but move his free hand further along your body, he hasn’t held you like this in what feels like forever. “i missed you,” he admits and palms your thigh soothingly.

you just stare at him. you want to believe him so badly but even your intoxicated brain can replay andrea’s words from two nights ago through your head: “and chris told me that … matt’s been sleeping around with a few different girls over the past month and a half …”

it pains you to remember the initial shock you felt, so you take your final sip of your drink and move from his lap, taking his drink he was currently sipping from him and placing both cans on a small table in the room.

“what is it?” matt questions with his costume-clad body stretched over the length of the bed and his head propped up by his hand when you come back over to the bed.

“i know you don’t miss me, matt,” you try to sound as put together as possible, sitting yourself cross-legged and in front of him. you take off his hat to let his hair fall out and into its place, kissing at his temples.

you place the hat behind you as matt leans closer to you, placing a hand on your knee, “you don’t know anything if you think i’m lyin’…” he looks up into your droopy yet seductive eyes.

you smirk at his confidence before you lie down parallel to him, “be honest, i can handle it.” you pry. you wonder if he’d actually tell you, especially when he so obviously wants to get in your pants.

“you want honesty? hmmm…” he reaches for your hand, playing with your smooth and manicured nails, “honestly… i was pissed when i saw you with lucas earlier, i don’t think you should give him your time.” his expression is a bit serious like he truly had kept those words in his drunken mind all night. you don’t give any change in your face, tired of reiterating that you don’t care what matt has to say about your love life anymore. “and well, honestly…” he licks over his bottom lip, “you look cute as fuck as cupid tonight.”

you reluctantly smile, “wow all of that and your nose never grew.”

“i’m an honest man. your turn,” you continues to play with your hand.

“honestly… i think the indiana jones look is doing you favors.” you giggle when he displays a look of shock by your compliment, “don’t act so surprised! ‘m more shocked we haven’t kissed each other yet.” you comment.

matt blinks a few times finding the space between you two has become warmer, “pretty sure kissing is considered a friendly interaction in france,” he pulls you closer before leaning over to hold your face in his palm.

“you made that up,” you giggle and look from his intoxicating blue eyes to his pink lips.

his own laugh slips through his smooth delivery, “yeah i did but-”

you tangle your fingers through his deep brown hair as you pull his face to connect with yours, suddenly too overwhelmed with desire to let matt finish his sentence.

he lets the control stay in your hands, with his weight on top of yours and his tongue only peeking out once your lips wrap around it.

it’s hot and spit heavy collision, with both of you endlessly sucking and holding the other’s lips captive. you’re so clouded that you can’t be bothered to complain that your decorative wings are uncomfortable and poking into you.

matt’s hands reach into the bloomers you wear and pull them down slightly to grip the skin of your full hips and feel the fabric of your tiny pair of underwear. your hands continue to scratch at his scalp and hold his cheeks (at times moving to hold his neck and give tiny pulsing squeezes).

your mind is one tracked and eventually you’re fed up with waiting for matt to push past your underwear and give you what you need. you take it upon yourself to move your hand from his chiseled cheek to the space between you two, trailing down and into your shorts.

matt initially thinks you’ve gone to move into his pants but is pleasantly surprised to pull back and see you using your fingers on yourself. he hums against your ear, “mmm you’re so fucking sexy when you’re touching yourself, sun’.”

you mewl out a soft moan at his words as he lays wet kisses from your ear to your neck, where he licks and nips lightly. you move your fingers from your clit to dip into you, whining out towards the ceiling as you work them.

matt purposely places his crotch against your spread thigh to give you insight into his cravings. what he doesn’t expect is you to tell him, “fuck yourself matt- do it against my thigh,” through several breathy moans. he moves to kiss your lips and flick his tongue against your own again. when he pulls away you whisper, “please? i wanna watch you, matt.”

he punches his eyes closed and you bring your hand from your shorts up to his mouth, smearing your index and middle fingers across his lips until he opens his mouth and sucks your fingers thoroughly, attempting to give out a moan with his mouth full.

his teeth slightly graze your fingers as you pull them from him, your soft voice meeting his ears while his eyes stare admirably, “you got me all wet,” you show your damp fingers before you move them back to play with your sensitive clit.

matt’s head tilts downwards to watch you move your hand beyond the fabric, taking it upon himself to pull your pink bloomers off of you.

he watches your fingers working eagerly under your lace underwear as he unbuckles his belt as quickly as he can. he glances up at your face, with your mouth hung in an open “o” shape and your hair slightly disheveled, and can’t help but pause his undressing to kiss your cheeks harshly, making his way to your mouth for needy and rushed kisses. you remove your hand from your pleasure to finish unzipping matt’s pants and messily pushing his boxers down far enough to free his dick.

matt lets out a relieved groan at the feeling, removing his lips from you to spit on his hand and immediately wrap it around himself to release the tense pressure. matt holds onto you as he moves himself against the fullest part of your inner thigh, so close to your heat that his stomach recoils just thinking about being inside you.

his moans are just as whiney as yours when you begin to hurriedly hump into your own hand. matt’s face is smushed into the side of your face with heavy breaths and body heat adding to the tumultuous pressure in your core. “matt,” you breathe against him, “i can’t hold-”

he brings his hand to your neck, shushing you, “yeah? s’okay…”

you allow his encouragement and strained voice to aid you as you finish with shaking legs and a string of sharp moans into matt’s ear. you attempt to close your legs but matt forces them to remain wide as he adjusts his dick to lie against your soaked panties before rutting his hips pathetically against the covered area.

you whimper at the feeling and your legs jerk softly whenever his head bumps at your tired clit. you wrap your arms around matt’s neck to keep his body close to yours whispering in his ear how sensitive you are and that he needs to be gentle with you to make him moan into your mouth and promise he’ll try.

your tongue plays in his mouth as matt reaches his peak, groaning (embarrassingly loud for someone who did nothing more than jerk himself against you) and continuing his strokes as he cums on your covered cunt.

he removes himself from on top of you after a few breaths, immediately taking off your filthy underwear and exchanging them for your tiny bloomer shorts for you.

you allow him to care for you as you stare at the ceiling, your body’s sweat becoming apparent as you begin to mentally process the fact that you just participated in the one action you promised yourself (and andrea) you would not commit again. you feel weak and embarrassed where you’d normally feel bubbly and excited to get to spend time with matt after having sex.

you want to cry but you also want to yell. you want to tell matt that you wished he cared about you. you wish he would have called you again instead of taking random girls to bed. you wish he would look up from his fucking phone right now and see you pouting and saddened by what’s happened to the two of you.

you get up from your spot on the bed and walk across the room to grab one of the small pink whitney shooters lying on the dresser. as you twist the cap off you wish you were at home, with your kitten and your warm bed. matt watches you throw the shot back, coating your tongue with a sting and leaving your throat warm.

he slowly makes his way to you as you go to open the second shooter. he wraps his arms around your waist, “do you believe i missed you now?” he leans down to ask into the air next to your face.

you breathe out before taking the second shot silently, pinching your face at the awful taste.

“sunny?”

silence.

you finally turn to look at him, your eyes carry such misery that matt’s face changes from one of contentment to one of complete worry. “what’s going on?”

your mouth is downturned and your brain is foggy, “this is ruining me, matt. you’re not good for me.”

matt’s completely offended, “i’m sorry? did i just spend the last hour and a half with someone else?! what are you talking about?”

you look down at the red wood of the dresser you lean on for balance, “this all was a mistake, i can’t believe i let this happen again …”

matt can’t help but let out a laugh in disbelief, “what the fuck is happening?!” he’s concerned at this point.

“i can’t- like, explain. i’m just-” you’re the worst type of drunk at this point; you’re being a confrontational drunk yet you're too fucked up to make any sense out of what you’re trying to say.

matt rubs his head and grabs the final seltzer from next to you, “y/n,” you can hear the snap of the tab as he opens it, “should i take you to ‘drea?”

you crouch slightly and bury your head in your crossed arms, no longer fighting any tears that escape.

“baby, why are you cryin’? come here, hug me.” he taps your sides to get you to stand and let him hold onto you.

you reluctantly wrap your arms around his middle and allow him to caress your head. “i just don’t think we should do this,” you get out through a small sob.

“hey, i’m gonna get you home and then we’ll talk in the morning, okay?”

after a few moments and calmed breaths you just shake your head and remove yourself from him, letting his arms trail off of you as you walk away and grab your shoes off of the floor.

you stumble over to the bed to put the small kitten heels back on. matt watches you with his eyes and puts the slim can down before he moves close to you and squats down to be level with your feet, “are you sure you wanna put these back on?”

“i don’t need your help,” you mumble and push his hands away from your shoe.

“sunny.”

“matt, you can go!” you finally let out your frustration through yelling.

“sshhh, stop fighting me, y/n!”

you throw the shoe against the floor harder than you intend, “no! don’t tell me what to do. don’t try to treat me all fucking special i know those other girls might get jealous.”

“here we fucking go,” he sighs, “there’s literally no one else, y/n! i haven’t even talked to other chicks tonight, you’re the one who was all over someone else and i’m over that shit! we’re cool and we’re friends so there’s no fucking reason for you to be mad.”

your mouth is flat and your eyes squinted as you look down at him, “i’m talking about the ones you’ve been seeing over the past few months!”

“why’re you sayin’ shit that’s not even true?!” he’s stands upright, “i can’t deal with this shit.”

“i know it’s true!” your lips pout as you fight off crying again.

“no you don’t, because it’s not!” he walks away and begins to slip on his own boots.

“yes i do! chris told me you fucking idiot!” you point at him, letting tears pour once more. your face is crumpled and your eyes welled with salt.

matt shakes his head silently as he finishes lacing up his boots.

you wipe your eyes and slide your second shoe back on before frustratingly removing the bracelet he’d bought you only a little over a month ago for your birthday. you stand up and grab your broken lopsided angel wings from the bed, walking back over to him.

“you done?” he asks roughly.

“yeah. stay out of my life,” you coldly push the bracelet into his chest and move towards the door.

“don’t worry about it, sweetheart. don’t think we’ll need to be friends anymore!” he yells as the door slams. he looks down at the bracelet and runs his thumb over the inscribed frank ocean lyrics, then glances around at the poor shape of cameron’s guest bedroom.

“fuck!” he shouts into the air above him.

* bonus a/n: i know a party + hookup + fight sesh hates to see them coming😭😭😭. no but in all seriousness i can see the toxicity here, pls this is not normal and i know that! BUT their feelings are very complex towards each other and the idea of being loved which causes shit like this to happen to them. by the end of this story they will not be this toxic i promise growth to come lol!!!!

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profmagix · 6 months ago

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the long joel analysis

i am insane about this, because when it comes down to joel and his trajectory of his win, the moment all the chaos seemed out of control and he was feeling like he was going to lose, he quickly retreated somewhere else to calm down. He kept pausing for breathers. He starts seeing himself in the final 8, his red life madness might come in but he immediately stops and breathes.

"I need to take a breather for a sec- I need to take a breather. This is chaos, I'm getting dizzy!" he realises that this is the environment that everything has spawned and created itself and he has to calm down to overcome it. He immediately moments later congratulates the Tuff Guys for making it into the final 8! He keeps thinking of his alliances.

When he kills Tango, he screams how he didn't think one arrow would kill him! We see regret in what he had done, maybe a bit of shock, he goes "Oops!" Grian announces this is it, possibly the End Game.

He quickly announces to Cleo that she's going to die, he's sorry about it and it's done. Goodbye, goodnight and that's when we could possibly see the typical Joel bloodlust.

Still, when Ren is hitting him in the cobwebs, he collects himself and he just teleports out of the way, he apologises, before slightly taunting Ren, ending his life and immediately turns to Grian and announces how he's killed people, that he has blood on his hands now and yet he isn't acting brash like before. He isn't deterred and that's when he sees him on the Tree and as Grian is about to die he yells: "I'm sorry Grian!"

Because Joel this season was the wildest card of all in terms of a Character standpoint, everyone expected him to maybe go bonkers as usual and yet thanks to his alliances he kept himself in check. He had a clear view: maybe changing my ways will make the outcome different. He started forgiving, started letting go and started making friends and holding people close to himself without being reckless. He had people who cared about him and he didn't want to die a stupid death as said to Gem. And this caution that no one expected changed the outcome so much that he won. And I don't think we realise how that is going to affect other seasons, he saw that through the literal power of Friendship he won, in a season full of Chaos he won by combatting this with Level-headedness that other Joels wouldn't have had. And it's important that we acknowledge that.... I think..... Or maybe I'm just crazy who knows.......

#wild life smp #joel smallishbeans #wild life spoilers #trafficblr #smallishbeans #introspekcja profesora

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batfambrainrotbeloved · 3 months ago

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GUYS- I FOUND BONES >:D TW dead (not rotting) animals and hand reveal I guess?? but not rlly

So got bored, went "Oh I have free will" and decided to wander in the woods like one does. The way the paths where I am are is theres a main "loop" path and then off shoots that lead all sorts of ways to different areas. I entered through the loop and decided to split off over by the creek- and went "You know what- free will" and decided fuck the brick cross paths and went MUCH further down the bank then normal.

Which is where I spotted the first gem in a small deer skull! Cant tell species since I didn't mess with it much to closely examine- But it was a tiny thing from what im used to seeing from white tail bucks. THEN go another few feet and BAM kill ground for what I assume is a cougar or bobcat based on how big the bones were and they're the only big enough predators I know have been spotted nearby

THEN On my way off- decided to go by the old abandoned slaughter house (not even kidding, yes its fun) over to the creek- but I ended up getting my pants caught in some prickles so I sat down for a sec to pick them out

Once again- BAM- spotted that lovely pelvis, which lead me to finding bits of what ended up being an ENTIRE racoon skeleton. Though most of the pieces had been buried or picked off, just by a little pine needle moving I managed to find the small pile.

SO now i have a racoon skull, jaw bones (all teeth intact or found other than the other canine but I think it gives him personality), and some vertebre I plan to bleach for display or jewlery

#bone collecting #vulture culture #also im open to questions!#Ive come to recognize that this isnt as “normal” as what im used to #and I dont mind curious or ethical inquries #otherwise dont like? just scroll #sunny rambles #personal ramble #AHHHH so excited!!#and ive already yapped to SEVERAL people about this lol #i guess?

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ap0cryph0n-in-space · 4 months ago

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SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON 1 FINALE

CHECK THYSELF AND ENSURE THOU HAST READ THE FINALE, ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE

Hello. So Buddy’s a key.

Prepare for more mind blowing never-before-heard statements such as that last one.

As we can already assume, Buddy was not always a key: he was human before being put through a (dubiously ethical) process that turned him into a key, presumably by whoever the “Old Man” of Ex-Libris is. He and Violet were working together to turn him human again, and we don’t know exactly what they need to do that yet.

So far what we do know is Buddy’s been specifically following Chase into the books: not the keys themselves, or Deacon and Prunella.

Bearing that in mind, I would like to propose that in order for Buddy to stop being a key, he needs a candidate to take his place. And for some reason outside of his control, the most likely candidate is Chase.

Not sure why exactly, maybe Chase’s personality matches the character key he would correspond to— which is proobably our resident Hero key, Goldie. I’ll get back to that, just a sec—

Punko said a couple of things in the season finale Q&A that caught my attention, mostly about Buddy’s irises being drawn differently from the human characters. It turns out they’re moonstones with a smooth cabochon cut instead of the OG keys’ faceted gem irises. But I’ll get back to that too, hold your horse gods—

OK, Chase being compatible with Goldie. The other thing was when Punko mentioned that in the book world, key holders tend to get sorted into either hero or side-character based on how much they take control of their life choices. Specifically that Deacon’s arc the whole season thus far has been about becoming the hero of his own life; when asking for things to go his way doesn’t cut it and especially when his friends and family are in danger, Deacon learned he needed to make things go his way himself and just take action. (Can relate…)

When Buddy said Chase “might be useful after all,” in episode 23, it was after Chase had made so much craziness happen in a book about cats trying to “Parent Trap” Stagtown cameos, that it was going fully off the rails- and through quick thinking and sheer trying things he got the book to a satisfying and frankly more entertaining conclusion. You know, Chase is just like that.

My guess for how Buddy needs to swap places with Chase is he just needs Chase and Goldie to be in the same book together before he initiates something on his end, and then Chase would… merge with Goldie in the book? Which makes me worried for Goldie too, if that’s what does indeed happen😥Idk. (Maybe that’s part of why Buddy talks like the most Disney Villain mustache-twirling theater nerd of all time, too, his mind’s been combined with the Villain key’s to become Nox.)

Buddy didn’t know that they had found Goldie until Prunella revealed herself, finally he has everything he needs, and I think he was hurt enough to unhappily consider going through with the plan- but then of course drama happened and they came to an understanding in the book and it was GREAT🥲

Still, even though Buddy’s decided he won’t go through with it, I have a feeling that it will end up happening somehow. Because Drama.

But enough of that, all that theory up there? Who cares, whatever, that’s all build up for my REAL point:

Buddy’s key form has a moon theme, and moonstone cabochon eyeballs,

Thus I propose

Get ready

You’ll never believe it

Chase with

☀️SUN☀️ STONE YORBS

(My god, what a feat of Logic)

Oh!! Oh oh, and Yes, the metallic striations (usually hematite?) can appear teal, pink, and yellow AKA Chase’s colors as a card-carrying 1980’s vaporwave pop punk lad— it’s almost like it was planned or something 😈

*maniacal cackling

ROCKS!!!!

#cinderella boy theory #cinderella boy chase #cinderella boy webtoon #punko #stargoth #cinderella boy deacon

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she-whatshername · 7 months ago

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Tyrrish men hc idea: what these men be like at (a Tyrrish version of) Thanksgiving dinner?

Food and Tyrrish men? Name a better duo. Didn’t spell check this at all lolol sorry

Bodhi:

Is he hosting: yes. This gem of a man is up early cooking and making the house nice

Like he’d be the type to put namecards out and know where to sit everyone

Garrick and Imogen are across from eachother

Xaden and Violet are next to each other.

Liam sits next to Xaden

Cat is told the wrong address

What dish is he known for: makes the best sides. Potatoes, greens, yams. All well seasoned

What’s his party foul: over serving everyone so he and Liam can just watch the chaos and laugh

Like Imogen flings food at Garrick and Garrick is arguing with Xaden about who is the better fighter but they’re all like half coherent and Liam is just sitting on Bodhis lap cheersing glasses like “our children are at it again dear”

Garrick:

Is he hosting: oh no

He’s the guest of honor

Also no one trusts him to host

So he gets a free pass

What dish is he known for: he is absolutely bringing a big roll of churam and he and Xaden are going on a ‘cousins walk around the neighborhood’

Party foul: They come back 30mins later completely high and can’t function at dinner and Violet has to help Xaden back to bed

Xaden

Is he hosting: reluctantly, yes. It was a hard no but Violet wanted to so of course he will host

I think like Bodhi he will cook. He’s a bit of a brat so he will make everything absolutely perfect and the food will taste so good

But if anyone goes in the kitchen he’s freaking out. That’s his space. It’s him, a bottle and he’s just cooking all day. Bodhi is allowed in on occasion

What dish is he known for: the meat. Perfect temperature. People fight over last bite

And of course cake

What’s his party foul: despite hosting a truly amazing dinner he’s such a grump. And everyone has to leave at 9:45 sharp

Liam:

Is he hosting: no, but every time he comes to the party everyone is like “Liam’s here!”

The best guest

Helps make food

Will always run to the store for forgotten food

Helps clean up and do dishes

Also brings gifts every time he comes over like a wood sculpture or something

What dish is he known for: probably the pies. I know this man can make a mean dessert

What’s his party foul: none! A true darling he is. Though he would totally be the person to crash out and nap after all the foods put away. He’s sitting with everyone talking one sec and just falls asleep the next.

Imogen

Is she hosting: lol

What dish is she known for: her Tupperware

What’s her party foul: drinking liquor out the bottle

#fourth wing #the empyrean #bodhi durran #garrick tavis #xaden riorson #liam mairi #tyrrish men headcanons you didn't ask for

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blu3ypetall · 3 months ago

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Notes: Chapter rewrite || 3rd Person POV || Longer Chapter || Not proofread || snow day!

CW: Fishlegs my guy!

Tags: hiccup x reader, how to train your dragon, httyd, canon divergence, hiccup fanfic, hiccup haddock, httyd fanfic, httyd hiccup, Norse mythology, dragons

Word count: 5267

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Part 8

“DISPARATE” — Chapter 7

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Finally, today was a day where she was not purged with the early morning awakening like the other days of training. She was able to stay tucked beneath her furs and curl up like a babe in her bed, wrapped in warmth and settling comfortably in the land of sleep.

Training didn't start until the late afternoon, and so she was able to sleep in, let the morning pass by, the roosters call out until their throats were sore— and only when she was thoroughly rested should she get up, taking this day to—

"(NAME) GET UP! THE TRADERS ARE HERE!" The ecstatic voice of Ruffnut barged through her door, and she shot up in her bed at the rude but helpful intrusion— her heart speaking with her own sense of excitement at the announcement.

The traders were here! They weren't expected to return to Berk until after winter— so this was a gift from the gods! A final trade for the season, and hopefully all kinds of new wares would be available on the docked ships.

She could only imagine the vastly different items loaded onboard, and she couldn't help but wonder if a certain trader had returned for yet another year of successful trading to the isle of Berk. Without wasting another second, she leapt from her bed, rushing around and scampering like a scuttling rat to get ready, dashing around the house in dizzying patterns.

"I'll be there in a sec!" She called out, just to make sure the twin knew she was up, and right as she finished doing her hair once more, she snagged her little bag of gold she'd managed to save before bounding over to her door, pushing it open to find Ruffnut and Astrid waiting behind it.

A cold breeze swept in, intruding her house once again as the winters cool air forced itself inside, but today it didn't phase her— because she was too busy jumping up and down on the inside with a hope of going on a shopping spree with what little gold she'd managed to earn.

"Finally. Everything's going to be bought out if we don't get there—" Ruffnut grumbled, and as if Astrid agreed silently, the blonde grabbed (Name's) wrist and they all began to run down through the village, making their way down rickety stairs and growing closer to the salty smell of the sea as they did so.

By the time they passed the gate to the docks, they could already hear bartering and bustling of trades down below, and over the edge of the high up walkway— they could see three ships docked amongst the Berkian longships, all with the remaining Vikings in the village crowding around them.

(Name) peered closely; looking down at the traders who stood on their boats, and from what she could see— they were the ones that always frequented Berk, so it made sense for them to come back for one final visit.

Aksel, a man who usually sold anything crafting related; stones, gems, woods— anything you'd need to make things, he was the guy to go to.

Bodil, he was a little bit all over the place... but he mainly sold foods— and a little bit of rocks here and there, though he wasn't as much of an expert on them as was Aksel, so he stuck to selling off baby potatoes and meat.

Finally, the trader everyone had been hoping for Jòhann was the last ship in the line, and also owned the ship with the longest wait towards it. Jòhann sold all kinds of wares, from treasures far off in the seas to contraptions given to him by other islands.

He was a popular trader and one of Berk's most trusted associates, so it made sense as to why he'd managed to make one more trip to Berkiya before the ice had settled over the ocean.

The three young girls arrived at the loud dock, the waves lapping at the underneath of the planks and the particular stench of salt and unwashed Vikings invading their nose, a... interesting smell to say the very least.

Anywho, they glanced around curiously, each of them having brought their own bag of saved gold— each holding various amounts of the precious stone melted into coins.

Out of them all, Astrid probably had the most saved up— the girl didn't want for much, and it meant she'd had a plentiful amount to spend when she did want something, say a new knife to try that had interested her, or maybe something like a new whetstone with a higher quality that had come by.

(Name) was a little in between when it came to the shopping spree route— and while she had a decent amount saved to spend, she would spend a hefty amount of it if she saw something that caught her eye.

Ruffnut had to be the worst spender she out of them all, always making the highest bets in their small gambles with one another and not afraid to quote literally buy anything in sight, even if it was just to spite her brother... so. It's safe to say her pouch of gold only carried maybe... uh— two coins.

The crowd was thick as they approached, and it looked like they weren't able to get through— had they not squeezed their way through every gap they spotted. Yeah uh... passing by meaty Vikings wasn't fun, and they were sent a rather fair amount of glares and curses, but they did reach the front of the crowd eventually, and whoever is first gets dibs.

"What're you guys going to get?" Astrid asked, the other two, all three of them waiting for the trade ships to officially open up— which would hopefully be soon.

"I'm not sure... maybe some new arm warmers," (Name) shrugged, placing her hands on her hips as if to show off her current ones that she wore, the thick wool warming her hands and keeping them from freezing over.

"Seriously? That's all you ever buy. Try something new for once," Ruffnut rolled her eyes, her tone a grumbled and (Name) turned to look at the girl.

"Well what are you getting?" The question from (Name) came out rather snappy, but it was likely on purpose considering her collection of arm warmers had just been insulted, at least, it felt like it had been.

"A pet Yak," Ruffnut shrugged, and her answer caused the other two to become puzzled, brows furrowing in sync.

"But— you don't own a farm," Astrid pointed out, and Ruffnut merely shrugged, seemingly not bothered by the fact she didn't actually have a place to put said pet Yak she wanted.

"Yeah but me and Tuffnut lost the last one," she hummed, looking down at her nails and picking at her cuticles, not noticing the quizzical look Astrid and (Name) shared between one another.

"Okay then..." (Name) mumbled, looking away from Astrid to the boats— that of which had lowered their planks onto the docks, allowing the rowdy group of Vikings to finally step aboard whichever ship they desired to.

Lines quickly dispersed, and everyone went their own seperate ways to the ship they desired— lessening the heavy crowd and allowing for more movement as they did so.

Astrid had walked off to Aksel's ship, as expected of the lass who was mostly interested in practical items. Though, Ruffnut and (Name) had gone into Bodil's ship together— seeing as they both didn't have anything in particular they wanted and were probably just going to browse the isles.

The inside of the ship was a tad crowded, the two girls and about three other Vikings inside the lower deck— but it was doable nonetheless, and they begun their hunt for anything relatively interesting, eyes scanning the multiple displays.

The soft rocking of the ship on the waves set a serene mood, along with the cold air, allowing a calm to fizzle over those inside, only ever upgraded to excitement when they saw something that particularly sparked their interest.

"Dude— look at that, what kind of apple looks like that?" Ruffnut grabbed (Name's) shoulder, pulling her to look at a stock of apples that had a rather peculiar shape, one that pulled a giggle out of (Name) herself.

"I wonder who grew that..." she added, but the silly moment was short lived as they moved onto the next items, eyes droving the next lot of food that was placed into wooden crates.

Ruffnut in particular seemed surprisingly interested in this lot— the food being sea bass, and while the reasons were unknown, the girl was immediately reaching to grab one of the fish in her hands, the slimy texture of their scales not bothering her.

She wrenched it from its school, and stared at it with delight, a gleam in her eyes. "This'll go so well with my other one!" She grinned, and (Name) didn't even have a chance to quiz her on the fact she supposedly had a second before she sped off to Bodil, already pulling out what little she had left to purchase the fish.

(Name) shook her head softly, turning back to the other contents in the ships belly, and she scanned her surroundings for anything interesting. So far, nothing had quite peaked her interest fully— all she really paid attention to was the other Vikings inhabiting the insides of the under deck with her.

As her eyes scanned across the limited crowd, they spotted the bulky figure of Fishlegs, the boy hovering over some items she couldn't see, thanks to his figure blocking them out. At the sight of him, a tad bit of curiosity was sparked, and she walked over to the boy, inquisitive as to what he may be looking at.

"Hey Fishlegs," she greeted, coming to stand beside the murmuring boy, and he jolted at the sudden appearance, having been too involved in muttering strange words to himself that she couldn't make out.

"Oh! (Name)! Hi!" He smiled nervously, fiddling with his hands, but despite his awkward demeanour, (Name) herself didn't seem bothered by it, just returning the smile with one of her own.

"What're you looking at?" She turned to the shelf, eyes locking on the array of rocks the boy had been standing before, and he nervously shifted on his feet, looking back to the collection himself.

"I was just looking at these rocks. I've already seen Aksel's boat, but he was too expensive... so I thought I'd take a look here," he nodded to the rocks, and (Name) listened along, intrigued by the varying collection.

Most of the rocks were a dull grey, some varying into browns with others shifting into sprawling greens, but other than that; they vastly all looked the same. Except for one... a dull blue rock— with a slight shimmering speckle to it, the glimmer of it drawing her attention.

"Do you collect them?" She asked, reaching to the shelf and prying the blue rock from it, feeling the light weight of it within her palm. It wasn't a very large rock, fitting just into the ball of her palm, but it was pretty, and if it was pretty... she wanted it.

Fishlegs perked at the question, a new light sparking inside of him and his posture visibly straightened, a smile stretching onto his face. "Yes! I— I've always loved to learn about different stones. This one over here— I'm pretty sure it's Limestone, and this one looks like Granite! You can tell from three main factors, the strength, shine and texture."

Fishlegs had begun rambling on, and his words gushed from his mouth like a never ending stream— spewing endless lines of information that (Name) gladly absorbed into her brain, eyes drawing to the stones he gestured to, looking over the facts he named.

"What about this one?" She held up the rock in her hand to him, showing the strangely round stone off to the boy. He paused, staring at the rock and narrowing his eyes, scrutinising the stones complexion.

"I think— it looks like a stone with maybe flecks of Azurite? Maybe Sapphire," he shrugged, and (Name) withdrew the rock back to herself, looking down at the stone in her hands with a newfound awe.

She'd heard of such stones only through passing ships and fleeting conversations. Apparently such gems were expensive— used for necklaces belonging to those of 'royalty', as those on the mainland called it.

If this stone truly did contain such items, now she definitely wanted it. She may not be a greedy person, but when she had an expensive stone sitting right in her hands, with the possibility of it being cheap, damn well is she going to take it.

"Thanks Fishlegs— you keep shopping," she placed a hand on his shoulder, patting the leather of his tunic while simultaneously walking away, her eyes on the rock in her hand.

Fishlegs watched her stroll off to the upper deck, her hand slipping from his shoulder, and he kept a smile on his face before turning back to the collection of stones, beginning to squabble over them once again.

"the fish costs three coins— no bargaining!" Bodil scowled, his hands roughly placed on his hips as he bickered with a certain blonde in front of him, the girl snapping back at the trader with with an equal ferocity, a fish gripped tightly in her hand.

Bodil was a rather tall man, and for a trader, he wasn't bad looking. His tunic was a dark meringue, dirtied with oil and tied off around his waist with thick ropes, multiple items made of metal hanging from the makeshift item.

His pants were bagging, a black that faded to a washed out grey towards the end, and eventually tucked into thick fur boots that were common this side of the archipelago.

His face was square, defined but old and scraggly— with a curly black beard sprouting from the lengths of his chin, tied into multiple braids. His hair atop his head was trimmed short, well kept— unlike most and Vikings and he seemed to be in a decent condition for a trader, the only thing putting him off was the scowl taking place on his expression as he bickered with Ruffnut.

"One coin! It's a damn fish! How could it cost three coins!?" The scene the two were making was surely an entertaining one, but at this rate— Bodil was just boot everyone right off his ship, and that wasn't a good look for Berk, nor was it good for (Name) seeing as she still wanted to buy the stone.

Walking up to the two, she reached her free hand into her gold pouch tied to her waist and pulled out three coins, stopping next to Ruffnut and extending the coins to the man.

"Three coins. And... how much for this?" She interrupted the two, and they turned to her, Bodil looking as if he were judging the gold, while Ruffnut seemed more so surprised (Name) had decided to pay for her. After all, three gold was expensive, especially for a damn fish.

Bodil's eyes flickered to her other hand, extending the rock, and then back to Ruffnut, before finally landing on (Name) once again, his expression still displeased. "Four gold in total," he grumbled, and extended his hand to the girl.

(Name) reached back inside the expanse of her pouch and pulled out an extra coin, dropping the final charge in the man's hand and he gleefully clasped his fingers around the coins, withdrawing them towards him quickly.

"Get yer friend under control. She's annoying as a rats ass," he sneered, and (Name) sent the man a glare at the insult, but in the end grabbed Ruffnut by her hand and drew her off of the ship with her, sighing at the encounter.

"What a bitch..." Ruffnut grumbled, looking over her shoulder at the trader who grew further away, the two walking over the plank and stepping back onto the docks, allowing other Vikings who'd been waiting a while to finally let themselves into the ship.

"Thanks for buying my fish though— Tuffnut's gonna be so jealous," she smirked, nudging (Name) gently with her shoulder before slipping her hands out of hers, going to admire the fish held in her other hand as they walked together.

"No problem... I just— don't get why you wanted that fish so bad though," (Name) shrugged, sending a curious glance over to the side where Ruffnut walked alongside her, the two eventually stopping a little ways up the docks, away form the commotion and out of everyone's way.

"Because it's salted sea bass. Duh. Me and Tuffnut have a whole collection of them," Ruffnut shrugged, her tone condescending as if having a whole collection of dead fish was something that was common. But— her antics weren't questioned by (Name), seeing as it was normal for Ruffnut.

"What did you get?" Ruffnut suddenly asked, and it forced the attention on the rock clasped in (Name's) hand, making the girl raise it up to get a look at it again. "A rock," she showed Ruffnut the rock, and Ruffnut deadpanned immediately.

"A rock? That sounds like something that Fishlegs would get. That's sooo laaaammeee," she groaned, but her words weren't really offensive as intended, seeing as (Name) had indeed consulted Fishlegs when purchasing the item.

"Well, you told me to get something different... so," (Name) smiled softly, before raising the rock and shoving it within her scarf, her arms growing tired of having the weight clasped in her hands constantly.

It sat neatly within the folds of her furred scarf, and she could barely even feel it sitting there— more focused on stretching her fingers that had nearly frozen while curled around the stone, thanks to the icy winds.

"Yeah but... a rock? I expected better from you," she rolled her eyes, looking away down the dock, only to spot the figure of Astrid finally leaving Aksel's ship. "Hey Astrid!" Ruffnut yelled, and it drew the attention of the other blonde— snapping her head to the two standing off to the side.

Astrid held something in her hand, and as she grew closer to her friends, they were able to see it was a rather nice looking knife, the leather of the handle being treated and the blade polished, freshly sharpened and shining.

"You done looking?" (Name) asked, and Astrid's eyes flickered to her knife before looking back at the girls and nodding calmly. "Yeah, there wasn't much... same old stuff, but I decided to get this," she showed off the blade she'd bought, and (Name) and Ruffnut looked with a hint of admiration at the sheer quality of the item.

"Woah— I bet on Loki that you spent your entire stash on that," Ruffnut gaped, and it seemed like her bet may have been somewhat true, thanks to the obviously smaller pouch hanging off of Astrid's skull lined belt.

"Ten gold," Astrid shrugged, pulling the knife back to herself and slipping it into the confines of her belt, hiding the new weapon. "TEN GOLD!? Oh þór I think I'm going to faint..." (Name) wheezed, nearly spluttering into a coughing fit at the sheet rock that hit both her and Ruffnut.

The blade was pretty and good quality, sure— but ten gold was A LOT. Like— a lot, a lot. If she could spend ten gold and still have enough left over that she didn't even flinch, just how rich had Astrid become...?

The girls shook off their surprise, recovering from the block of shock that had hit them and returning to their previous demeanour. "Anyway... will you use it in training this afternoon?" (Name) asked, and Astrid shook her head, crossing her arms.

"No, I just wanted it for my collection."

...

"Donate to the poor please."

❝Oh my gods.❞

"Alright laddies, today's lesson is about teamwork! A wet dragon head can't light its fire. The Hideous Zippleback is extra tricky. One of t'e head breathes gas, while the other lights it. Yer lots job is to know which is which,"

The arena was a familiar place by now. A prison in which they had to practically fight for their lives— learning about the threats of the real world in a contained manner. Gas swirled around, the misty and heavy fog blocking everyone's vision as they all stood as close to their partners as possible.

The stench was horrendous, and noses turned up as the smell of the gas reached them, sneering in disgust at the fog. Snotlout and Tuffnut had been paired with one another, either boys standing side by side and rotating in a synchronised manner as they observed the fog obscuring their vision.

Fishlegs could be heard muttering from somewhere far off— and the small bickering of the girls was audible from nearby, though what the two teens focused on was the chittering coming from the fog, a guttural stutter that sent them constantly looking in different directions, hands gripping tight to the water pales in their hands.

"Where is it?" Snotlout asked the other boy, but neither had an answer, whirling around nervously while the water sloshed at the edges of their buckets, some spilling over the edges.

The fogs illusion made it seem as if there was something at every turn— and there was no true way to tell what was what, a figure that may look like a dragon soon disappearing into winding swirls.

"I don't know—" Tuffnut grumbled, his eyes scanning the fog before landing on a darkened section, his eyes widening at the two horns protruding from the outline. "There!" He yelled, turnings Snotlout's attention to the silhouette, and they both snapped in its direction, throwing their buckets at the same time, dispersing the fog between them and the mystery object.

"Hey—! It's just us you idiots!" Ruffnut yelled, the fog parting to reveal the three girls, now drenched in water that had been sloppily splashed on them, and boy— if looks could kill, Snotlout and Tuffnut would be ashes.

"Are you guys blind?" Astrid snapped at them both, though it seemed the anger radiating from the three did nothing to upset the boys, only pulling a smile onto their faces.

"Your butts are getting bigger! We thought you were a dragon," Tuffnut snickered to himself, and the comment only pulled deeper frowns onto the girls faces. "Not that there's anything wrong with a... dragon-esque figure," Snotlout followed up, but it only served to get him 'snotted' in the face by Astrid, making him drop his bucket and Tuffnut being splattered with water by Ruffnut.

"Ruffnut— don't waste your water on them!" (Name) hissed, and her shushing tone was convenient as the next moment Astrid held her hand up, making the other girls stop in their place. "Wait," Astrid looked back to them, everything stilling as they listened to the surroundings— but nothing was heard, not until they yelled in fear as a tail swept under them, knocking them off of their feet and dousing them in another round of water.

"OH IM HURT! IM AM VERY MUCH HURT!"

"Chances of survival are dwindling into the single digits now..." Fishlegs shoved closer to Hiccup, the two having heard the yells of fear from the other side of the ring— and they could only look around at the shrouding gas, trying to find some kind of breakage in the thick mist.

Out of the mist they scrutinised carefully, a head lurched forward, slithering its way through the air and appearing from seemingly nowhere. It was attached to a long neck, and the green scales of its brown dotted hide glimmered in what light shone down into the arena, the dragon chittering as it looked towards Fishlegs.

Fishlegs let out a small squeak, nearly dropping his bucket— and both him and Hiccup jumped back to put some distance between them and the head, piercing yellows eyes gleaming into them.

In a spur of the moment, Fishlegs threw his bucket forward, flitting water onto the dragon and it flinched, shaking off the droplets before turning its now agitated attention back to the Viking who'd thrown the pales contents.

It snarled, and as its jaw opened green gas sprayed, similar to the one shrouding them but more vibrant in colour— and... much worse in terms of smell. "Oh... wrong head," Fishlegs blinked, and once more a seemingly endless stream of green smoke was sprayed at him, the hiss of gas against fresh air setting goosebumps on the poor boys skin.

"AHHHHHHHH!!" He let out a shrill girlish scream as the second head appeared; holding the empty bucket high above his head and darting away in fear.

"FISHLEGS!" Gobber yelped in concern, small sparks igniting from the seconds toothed maw, and the boy managed to jump away— leaving the two heads attentions to turn to the last contender. Hiccup.

He stood small amongst the heads, and their slit pupils snapped to him, the boy holding his bucket close to himself with uncertainty. "Now Hiccup!" Gobber urged the boy to act, and Hiccup shifted on his feet, not knowing if to move or not, or that's what it seemed.

Finally, he adjusted his hold on the wooden bucket before surging it upwards, attempting to soak the head that let sparks fly from between its teeth— but his throw was pitiful, and it only let the water land down on the floor, with an even more angered dragon before him.

Panic surged through the arena, and Gobber jumped forwards, his eyes wide and filled with fear of the worst as the Zippleback reared up and opened its mouth. "HICCUP!" He cried, warning the boy of the impact to come, but the expected combustion of oranges and black smoke never came.

Instead, the fog was flapped away as the large form of the Zippleback lurched away in fear, Hiccup raising to stand more confident— hide hands beckoning the beast backwards, and it obeyed. It actually obeyed him.

"Back— back, back. That's right. Don't make me tell you again," his words word stern, uncharacteristically so for the runty boy and those around could only watch in an utter stupor, jaws slacks with shock as Hiccup the Useless somehow began to coerce a Zippleback to follow his orders.

Its frills struck out, and it hissed in agitation, but still it kept lurching backwards as Hiccup strode towards it, directing it back into the embedded cell that was carved into the wall, the dragon going as far back as it could— even doing so much as to press itself up against the back wall, its feet slipping against the ground as it constantly tried to escape from Hiccup's presence.

"What is he doing...?" (Name) heard Snotlout murmur next to her, but she herself couldn't even answer as she watched with the others as Hiccup commanded the dragons back into its holding cell, only a flash of yellow catching her attention before he was pulling the larger swinging doors shut, slamming the metal hunks of slab together.

The way he'd commanded the dragons so swiftly left a silence hanging over the arena; and Hiccup turned, his innocent face still tucked in the safety of his red scarf. To look so innocent yet so something that made you look so suspicious should be criminal, and the alarm bells were ringing loudly right now.

That was it. Tomorrow— she was seeing what the hell this was about. She'd ignored it for too long.

"So... are we done here? Because... I've uh— I've gotta... go," Hiccup smiled, having turned back around to the line of stumped people, slowly and awkwardly stepping away.

He'd just ended the training sessions early— again. How did he keep doing this? It was perplexing. Hiccup had slowly begun to gain skills, and it seemed she wasn't the only one who noticed it, but she was the only suspicious one.

Maybes it's because she saw that blackened spot fall from the sky that morning, and she'd saw the supposed crash sight— maybe that's why she found him even more strange than he was before.

The irony was bitter honestly. Hiccup had somehow gotten better at what everyone wanted him to be good at, and even she had someday hoped the boy would come to join the rest of the teens level someday— but the moment he did, she couldn't help the churn of her gut, the twist of her heart that spurred in a strange way.

She'd been so enraptured in her head that she hadn't even noticed just how far she'd walked after training until she came face to face with her huts door, her own self standing on the porch and boring a blank stare into the wooden planks, as if asking them for answers, but she didn't receive an answer.

She'd shook her head, bringing herself back to reality— and stepped inside, the door shutting behind her. The house was cold on the inside, the fire having dimmed out during the day, and she sighed at the chill, hoping to come home to a warmed house.

Yet, since her parents were still gone, she was left to stroll over to the coals, grabbing the poker and using the metal stick to shift the hot rocks, listening as the sizzled when heating back up again.

Orange began to simmer beneath the charred fuel, and she placed the poker back into its holder, this time reaching over for a log of pre-chopped fire wood, throwing it into the growing blaze and watching as the bark slowly was set alight, burning bright as time passed by.

Her form collapsed on the stiff leather of the couch, and she sunk back into the hardened seats, her eyes staring up at the ceiling lit up with orange.

Her thoughts flashed with Hiccup, and a turmoil stirred within her, unresolved and poking at her insides, nagging her until she focused on it again every-time her attention was drawn to something else.

Reaching in to her furred scarf, she pulled out the stone from before, the light weight rock now warm— nicely so as she held it within her hands, glancing down to it and sighing heavily.

"Is he being suspicious or am I just crazy?" Perhaps the latter was true, considering how she'd begun to vent her feelings to the recently bought stone, but she'd heard rumours of Fishlegs having rock pets, so what was so wrong with her having one?

"I mean— he's definitely hiding something. Like, how does he get that good! I know I'm not insane! You don't think I'm insane right?" She threw her other arm in exaggeration; and at her last words she turned her gaze back down to the rock, a silence stilling as an answer was waited for.

...

"Gods... who am I kidding. I'm talking to a rock, maybe I am crazy," she grumbled, running her free hand down her face as to rub away the irritation buzzing under her skin like flies that kept coming back after every swat.

"Maybe I should go talk to Astrid..." she mumbled to herself, eyes drifting away to the blazing hearth, emitting a warmth that mellowed out the nipping insides of her house.

"Yeah— she's always brutally honest," (Name) nodded to herself, rock still in hand as she looked back at the blue stone once again.

CRACK.

What.

#hiccup x reader #how to train your dragon #httyd #canon divergence #hiccup fanfic #hiccup haddock #httyd fanfic #httyd hiccup #norse mythology #dragons

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pocket-sized-nightmare · 6 months ago

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@runwiththerain hello hello! here's your secret santa gift for @/offline-nobody's hermit secret santa event :D

It turns out that when Hermitcraft’s automated mail system goes down, they’re very lucky to have a moth hybrid as a postmaster.

Late December is the worst possible time to discover a system glitch – nearly every Hermit is expecting something, whether it’s a gift from a friend, a request for a shop restock, or a new winter coat from off-world. No one from PET Post had even thought to check in on it until nearly twenty packages had backed up in the post office. Etho and Tango are working to fix it now, but since there’s no indicators of where the problem lies (and yes, Etho did check the whole system for potatoes), it could take all day. That unfortunately leaves Pearl, the winged hybrid with the fastest travel speed of the trio, to manually deliver all the mail herself.

Pearl scans over the post office one more time to make sure she hasn’t missed anything. One more outgoing delivery pops up, to her surprise: a little package hidden in a cabinet, addressed to Gem in Pearl’s own handwriting. Right – she’d packed it up a few days ago but never got the chance to put it in the system. She tucks it safely into her mailbag, then takes out a piece of paper and scribbles a message onto it.

Out delivering packages! Please leave all outgoing mail here. The redstone’s being mean today :( -PearlescentMoon

A few curious pogts peek out of cabinets and wave to Pearl. One climbs up onto the desk and grabs the note in its mouth, then walks away with it to find an envelope.

“Hey!” Pearl laughs, snatching her message back. “That’s not a letter, you nugget! That stays here for the Hermits. I’m gonna be out all day.” She adjusts her cap and slings her heavy mailbag over her shoulder. “Take care of the post office for me!”

The pogt squeaks and waves goodbye. Pearl dashes out the door and takes flight, headed for xB’s mailbox. Zero packages down, twenty to go.

Inside the post office, meanwhile, a few pogts climb up to the desk to join their friend. They squeak an indecipherable conversation. After a moment, one rifles through a drawer to find an envelope, while another runs off and returns with Pearl’s favorite stamp. They tuck Pearl’s message into the envelope and prepare to drop it into a mailbox, but one of the pogts remembers the broken mail system and takes the letter itself instead. It studies the stamp and squeaks a question to its friends, then nods and waddles towards the door with one destination in mind.

The moment the door shuts behind it, Tango walks in to grab a few supplies before returning to his redstone work. The conspiring pogts all scatter and roll around on the desk in an unsuccessful attempt at acting casual. Tango chuckles. “What are you little critters up to?”

They squeak innocently in unison.

He shakes his head. “Not gonna question it.”

----

As GeminiTay settles down to eat dinner, there’s an unexpected knock on her door.

Well, “knock” isn’t quite the right word. It sounds more like someone repeatedly throwing a ball at it, accompanied by a little squeak every time. “Hello?” Gem calls.

No one responds, so Gem puts down her mushroom soup and walks over to the door. The knocking sound continues. “Hold on a sec, I’m coming!”

Gem opens the door. There’s no Hermit there to meet her, but a small, fuzzy ball comes flying through the doorway with a startled squeak instead. It lands, rolls a few blocks, then stumbles to its feet (oh, it’s some kind of creature) and adjusts the flower on its head.

Gem stares down at it, and it awkwardly waves hello to her. She bursts out laughing and scoops whatever-it-is up in her hands. “What are you doing here?”

It holds out a letter, unaddressed but marked with a clear GeminiTay stamp.

“Oh, do you work for the post office?” Gem asks. “Is this a special delivery?” She takes the letter, puts the pogt down on the floor, then opens the envelope.

Out delivering packages! Please leave all outgoing mail here. The redstone’s being mean today :( -PearlescentMoon

Gem rereads the message, puzzled. “Hey, this isn’t a letter for me! Did you take this from the post office?”

The pogt squeaks and bounces onto Gem’s shoe. She isn’t sure she can translate it right, but she gets the sense it’s trying to say something like yeah, but it’s important and we wanted you to have it. (Either that, or she’s just convinced herself that Pearl’s post office creatures think she’s an important person. She’d like to think it’s the former.)

“Aw, well, thanks for the gift,” Gem says. She picks up the pogt again, prepared to take it back to the post office, when something occurs to her. “Wait, I haven’t seen her fly by yet. How long has she been out for?”

The pogt tilts its head sideways in thought, which only succeeds in making it fall over sideways. It squeaks in surprise, stands back up, and shakes its head as though to say no idea.

Gem glances out the window at the rapidly darkening sky. She always forgets how fast the sunset goes when she isn’t thinking about it. Pearl definitely wouldn’t have gone for a serverwide flight past sundown, especially not without a fast-travel system like a nether hub. She must have been out for hours by now.

Gem chuckles and puts her head in her hands. Only you, Pearl. “Alright, well, I’ve got some cookies in the pantry from yesterday. Maybe I’ll make her some cocoa. Might as well give her a safe place to land when her wings get tired.”

The pogt bounces up and down, probably to mean now you’ve got it!

“I’m not taking you home, though. I don’t even know how you got here.” Gem walks away, headed for the kitchen. “And you can’t eat my food.”

The pogt waddles after her and squeaks.

“Fine,” Gem says. “You can have one cookie.”

----

Nineteen packages down, one to go.

Pearl thought she’d finished all her deliveries by now, but nope, she’s missed another one again. Gem’s parcel fell to the corner of her mailbag, buried under an enormous box addressed to Scar (cat toys for Katy Bee and Mr. Finnegan, judging by the jingling sound) and a shiny silver package for Joel which could only be from Lizzie. She’s not too far from Magic Mountain, luckily, but nightfall has made the air much colder. Not to mention that she’s been flying for hours with an overstuffed mailbag, and her wings haven’t been this tired in ages. Gem’s base might as well be on the other side of the server.

Still, her job is to deliver the mail. And it’s only one package. It’s no big deal. Pearl sighs and turns around in midair. One package to go.

Gem’s lighthouse is a beacon in the distance, slowly coming into view as Pearl soars toward it. Pearl is almost disappointed by the effective lighting – she must look like a wreck after hours of flying around the server, and she certainly doesn’t want that to be illuminated for the world to see. She waves hello to Gem’s lighthouse fish as she finally reaches it, hesitates in midair, then tries to drag herself away from the bright light. Nope. No moth instincts. I have a job to do–

Unfortunately, one moment of shiny-thing distraction is enough to cause a problem. As Pearl leans towards the light, her wings rest at the exact right angle for the wind to catch them and blow her off-course. She tries to right herself, but her back is too sore to do much more than flutter her wings in place. She tumbles into the ocean below with a shriek.

The cold December waters come as a shock – it takes Pearl a moment to get her bearings enough to tread water. She hears a small object land with a splash next to her, but she’s too busy floundering about to pay it much mind. To her surprise, something hooks onto the collar of her shirt and tugs her towards the dock. She looks up to see Gem smirking down at her with a fishing rod in her hand. “Caught a big one!”

Pearl rolls her eyes. She can’t help but laugh. “Evening, Gem.”

Gem reaches out a hand to help Pearl onto the dock. “Heard you had something for me.” She unhooks the rod from Pearl’s shirt.

“Indeed I do!” Pearl checks the clasp on her mailbag, which has thankfully held strong as usual. “Last delivery of the day. Thank goodness.”

Gem links her arm into Pearl’s and drags her towards her house. “Alright, c’mon. You’ve been out for hours.”

“Wasn’t that bad,” Pearl says. “Only twenty packages.”

“Yeah, only twenty. By hand.” Gem leads Pearl to the kitchen table, pulls out a chair, and shoves her into it. “Pearl, you’re insane.”

“You know the slogan. Neither rain or snow, nor death of night.” Pearl shrugs. “Or freezing cold ocean, I guess.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Gem takes two cups of cocoa from their perch atop the warm furnace. She puts one in front of Pearl, then sits down herself. “Still. Who’s gonna deliver the mail if you get hypothermia?”

“Aw, is this you worrying about me?”

“Me? Never.” Gem points to the corner. “Oh, look, your friend’s here.”

The runaway pogt waddles over to the table with a tray of cookies balanced atop its flower. Pearl laughs, eyes wide. “How’d it get here? We’re chunks away from the post office.”

“I have no idea. But it delivered me a message. Something about you being out of the office all day.”

“Out of the–” Pearl spots the envelope on the table. “Oh, you nugget, I told you that wasn’t a letter!”

It squeaks at her.

“Oh, okay, fine. You helped.”

It squeaks proudly and curls up in her palm. Pearl laughs. “Nothing but trouble, these little ones. Reminds me of someone.”

“I made you treats!” Gem says indignantly.

“I suppose you did,” Pearl teases back. She lights up and reaches into her mailbag. “Oh, that reminds me! I made you something as well.”

“You did?”

“I did!” Pearl takes the final parcel from her mailbag and presents it to Gem with a flourish.

“I expected a restock request, honestly. You and your pickles. My pickles.” Gem opens the parcel and peeks into it. She looks up at Pearl with a surprised grin. “Oh, my gosh! You made this for me?”

She takes out the contents of the package: a Christmas card and a little plush shark. The shark’s eyes are the slightest bit wonky, giving it a goofy expression both women can’t help but smile at. “Look at it!”

“To match your ocean theme!” Pearl beams. “It’s made of wool from a couple of messed-up banner patterns. I hope you don’t mind…”

“No, it’s perfect.” Gem hugs the shark close. “I will name him Fish, and he shall be mine forever.”

“Fish! I love it.” Pearl stands and stretches her wings. “I guess I should get back to the post office. The automated system won’t fix itself–” Her communicator buzzes.

<TangoTek> Mail system debuggification complete!

<TangoTek> A few of those darn pogts got into the redstone

Pearl shows the communicator to her pogt friend, who looks away sheepishly. “You know anything about this?”

It squeaks in dismay and waddles off. Pearl chuckles. “Well, would you look at that?” She sighs. “I should probably still…” She tries to flutter her wings again, but they ache almost too much to move. “I mean…”

Gem laughs. “Yes, Pearl, you can stay the night.”

“Aw, you’re the best.”

“I know.” Gem blows Pearl a kiss.

Pearl smiles. “Y’know, after I get some rest… you think the pogts would make good mailmen? They seem to get around pretty well.”

Gem leans her head on Pearl’s shoulder and laughs. “Only you, Pearl.” Cozy and warm inside Gem’s base, Pearl closes her eyes and smiles. Maybe the postal system can wait just a little bit longer.

#pixel writes #hermitcraft #hermitfic #shiny duo #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #happy holidays ivy!! hope you like it <3

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thecoolerliauditore · 7 months ago

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do you have a specific thing you'd like to talk about but haven't found the opportunity (analysis/observations/anything else) etc? if so can you respond to this ask with that :3 and if not you can share some images you'd like to post or something

alright finally calling on this

Let's talk about Wild Life alliances and "family". (long post)

"family" is a word that gets repeatedly thrown around this season and, unlike in LimL, it's not just limited to being one group's running gag. While the Clockers parodied the family dynamic, Wild Life alliances revolve more around the concept of family itself, and the differences in how each player treats that word can be viewed as telling of their own understanding of "family".

The most noticeable example of family as a theme in WL is from Joel, who literally looks into the camera and says that's what his theme is going to be this season.

Joel's understanding of "family" is, in a lot of ways, a little shallow. First of all he's doing it all within the context of Fast and Furious references, which is funny but on a character level could be seen as him mimicking media instead of really understanding what he's doing.

His "family" with Gem doesn't really operate any differently from any other alliance he's had -- if anything, his behaviour changes in relation to people outside of Gem are infinitely more notable. All throughout the season he has gone out of his way to be helpful, such as when he teaches Skizz to crit, or teaches Tango about the effectiveness of lava buckets due to the gimmick, or when he helps BET rebuild their trap that they just tried to kill him with.

Even more notable are his interactions with Jimmy, who DID kill him, but he remains amicable to even after yelling at him that he hated him just an episode ago (for, again, trying to kill him).

This all goes back to Joel's original monologue that bought up the family theming in the first place -- to Joel, family look out for eachother, are nice to eachother and put eachother first (not completely unlike what Scott values, which I'll get to in a sec). But he's not actually doing this for "family", he's being nice so that people are less likely to kill him, and he believes embracing "family" and being nicer will help him perform better.

What Joel actually wants is to shed his antagonism, so he's gone the opposite direction into being super nice and forgiving. "Family" is more or less a filler concept to help him realise it.

But Gem, on the other hand, has a very different approach to "family". When she asks Etho to the family, she expects loyalty and when he allows Pearl to grab food from Gem's barn, Gem scolds him and lets him know "we're not friends with Pearl".

Gem's idea of "family" is a lot more concrete than Joels i.e. she naturally expects to be listened to and to move as a unit.

"Control" is an interesting factor in terms of Gem's behaviour in this season, as she seems to believe it's a vital aspect to "family", as seen previously with her scolding Etho. She also yells at Scar for letting Jimmy threaten to kill Joel, telling him "no! we're supposed to be family!" and to "control your guy!"

Which is, strangely, reminiscent of a conversation she had with Scott where she asked him to "control" Pearl as well.

Maybe it's due to Gem being newer and therefore more naive or the fact that the use of the word "family" was spearheaded by Joel and Gem simply adopted it, but it's curious to me where the line between "family" and "alliance" are for Gem. It's hard to tell for sure because her control in Gem and the Scotts really was never challenged until Scott's permadeath, and tasks like the zombie task literally put her in control, but it is interesting to me that she is much more verbal about her allies behaviour now than she was before (<-- footnote: this might be partially because she is allied with Etho right now who is insane this season)

She also is the one that tends to say stuff relating specifically to family out of the two as well, such as "family don't steal from eachother!" and so on.

Gem likes to lead and be in control, and that attitude is reflected in the way she talks about family. I for one would love to see an instance where Gem is the one who needs to be "controlled", I think it'd be enlightening. Right now she feels to me like a kid parroting things adults have told her, since she is absolutely a more rebellious spirit and challenges when people who Aren't her have more control than she thinks they ought to (such as when Etho mentions building his base out of copper and she asks him why he has to listen to Bdubs).

Speaking of family and control, that brings us to the big heavy hitter faction, GGG(GG).

Early on, Impulse declares the alliance to be his family and since then, although the word "family" itself hasn't popped up as much compared to Gem and Joel, it certainly has been paraphrased. i.e. Scott's compared himself twice now to a parental figure, once more generally and the second time specifically towards Pearl. He also labels Cleo as the other parent, which quietly acknowledges their place as the alliance's pseudo-leadership.

Impulse saying this is. Dubious to me at best, since he says this and then goes on to be his usual, independently moving self after this episode. He even agrees with Pearl to keep his farm a secret from Scott and Cleo, which isn't very "family-like" at all.

We know from the past that Impulse is a good liar and has a more or less traditional view on family if his DL run with Bdubs is anything to go by. I do think Impulse has some weirdness attached to emotional investment in his alliances, most evident I think in TIES and Gem and the Scotts, but in this case. Ehhh I'm not an Impulse guy I can't draw any conclusion there, but it sure is a strange thing to say!

There is of course also Scott literally saying to Pearl "we're family, whether you want it or not" -- which is quite curious because Pearl Isn't Actually Scott's family. She does have a choice to leave, yet that isn't framed as a possibility.

I think the lines between alliance and family are very blurred for Scott specifically, who quickly named Jimmy as his husband (aka family) in 3L with very little hesitation and claims he "loves everyone". Scott genuinely believes his love for his death game teammates is comparable to that of a family and, possibly enabled through Impulse's words, has become a lot more brazen about it.

Like Gem, I think Scott sees control as a necessary aspect in order for families to function, and as such follows his infantilization of Pearl both through the blatant comparisons of her to a child in his care and through him saying in roundabout ways that she is too emotional to be trusted or too immature/impulsive in her decision-making.

I have relatively less to say about Cleo despite her being Mother Clocker which you'd think would make her more relevant to this discussion, but afaik she's been more or less dodging the "parent" stuff that Scott has been dipping into. Maybe it has something to do with Scott's very detached sitcom-esque perception of what motherhood entails, maybe she's like Etho and has shut it all out after LimL, eitherway lmao.

In short: alliance = family --> those who subscribe apply their concepts of family (e.g. control/discipline, emotional investment) onto their alliances --> dynamics get weird as many who meant to come out with an attitude of "I care for -- or even love -- my teammates" get morphed into treating their teammates as Literally their children or siblings

One alliance that entirely and utterly rejects the "alliance = family" notion is BET (I refuse to write "Tuff Guys" for the entirety of this post).

Right out of the gate they establish that they are more roommates than ride or die, and that everyone will betray eachother eventually anyway. They also yell and bicker and talk behind eachother's backs almost constantly, to the point where other people even pick up that they don't see to like eachother.

So it's interesting to me that BET.. Do care for eachother, despite what they say, but it's almost always hidden under non-acknowledgement (Etho protecting Bdubs from a skeleton, Bdubs trying to save Etho in the slow-mo fight at the beginning of episode 4) or balanced out with verbally ripping eachother to shreds right afterwards (Etho trying to help Tango get a kill and yelling at him for being incompetent when he fails repeatedly).

It's like, if they really are "every man for themselves", why help Tango at all?

When it comes down to it, BET have chosen eachother over other alliances -- even ones that they are "family" with, when Etho lures Joel and Gem over to Tango's trap.

One conversation between the three I don't see bought up much is them half-mocking Etho displaying the flower he got from Gem, I think it was Bdubs who pointed out that the flower would be useless if it weren't for Etho putting worth into it by showing he values it, and that once you show that you value something, people will see it as something they can take from you.

This, to me, is very telling when combined with how they have insisted they don't care for one another this season -- if they don't value eachother as allies in the first place, they can't lose eachother as allies.

It's the polar opposite of the "family loves eachother" approach to alliances, and "control" over eachother's actions only becomes relevant when things get desperate and all of them are involved.

Once again using the example of Gem telling Etho he "doesn't have to listen to Bdubs" -- I think it's interesting that Gem assumes that Bdubs is making Etho build out of copper, when in reality Etho asked Bdubs for a suggestion, Bdubs said copper as a joke (and later even reacted in shock when Etho took him seriously) and Etho's gone the full 100 miles with it. As well as the fact that Etho completely dodges that part of Gem's sentence, leaving her in ignorance of the fact he willfully listened to Bdubs -- of the fact he /valued/ Bdubs' input.

I hesitate to say more for now but I am excited to see how this develops and what brand of emotional attachment to one's teammates will come out ontop.

Anyway. Rambly post done. This means absolutely nothing have a good day. Freud would have things to say about this

#asks #wild life spoilers #traffic spoilers #long post

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somuchwatersoclosetohome · 3 months ago

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good morning good morning good morning a la hugo

ok i'm going to try and dump as much as i can remember about last night before i need to head out for today but i will definitely forget things so this might be a 2-parter

warning this is SO LONG i apologise in advance

✨ it's almost time to say goodbye, ta-ta and fare thee well, it's almost time to bring the curtain down... ✨

spoilers for stage/fright 04/04

le general observations

we are officially in last weekend territory

turns out i was sat next to miranda hennessy's husband but i was too shy to say anything hur hur

also turns out we were sat behind 4 empty house seats that were reserved for sir ian and co. but he didn't come 😔 imagine that

hahaha oh dear my bf was SO BAFFLED BY THE ENTIRE THING he even asked @silverview why do you find this funny 😭 i gotta actually credit you for not completely outing my rs appreciation 🙇‍♀️ so yea turns out it's still just my dad that i can count on irl to stan in9 with me

act 1

ok now i've had it incepted in my head that there's sexual tension between anna francolini and reece's character in the opening theatre scene I CAN'T UNSEE IT I'M DIGGING IT

idk if she's done this every time but this was the first time that i was sat on the right-hand side of the auditorium and when anna goes to spend a penny tonight she mimed walking down the stairs behind the rows of seats and that got a good laugh ahahah

in BCDR they'd obviously forgotten to put the bag of hats for the interview sketch in the right place on stage so steve has to disappear off stage for a few seconds like "give me a sec" to go and retrieve it!! ha

other ppl have noticed this but i feel like reece has definitely dialled up tommy over the course of the run so that tommy is actually now more physical and funny as well as cantankerous haha... the "not about the crisps" line has definitely got more exaggerated each time

i'm always just in awe of how much emotion they both manage to put into this one night after night. the "you almost died len" is just always ☹️ loud crying

kidnappers scene

ok well this has to have its own section for this episode right? i could do a whole separate POST about this bc the hostage was fucKING SIR IAN MCKELLEN

this is also probably the sole section that my bf enjoyed bc he likes LOTR lmao

where do i even start, there were so many gems in this section that i will definitely forget something excellent

i mean when len says "tell him what you've been in", sir ian just puts his hands behind his head and says "where do i start" lmaoo man knows he's a king

when they first take off the hood obviously the audience goes wild and starts screaming and hollering

when he's listing off the things he's been in(!) he looks at len and says "you look like the sort of person that goes to the theatre" and steve does his exaggerated barry baggs nodding ahaha, and then he looks at tommy and says "you look like the sort of person that stays in and watches tv"

len obviously knows him from the lord of the rings, aka the lord of the minge / the whore of the kings

there's a whole gag about both sir ian and reece both having done the dressers, where reece/tommy is like "i think you were better than me" and sir ian replies "yes i think i probably was" 😭😭😭

when reece/tommy does his lil bunny hops about knowing how to answer a phone, sir ian looks out into the crowd and is like "the acting you get on this stage..." semi-sarcastically

the whole phone call situation was unbelievable. sir ian just straight up says "i don't do spanish" hahaha, and then was like "geordie is really hard, can i do welsh?" to which his credit he did an ok job of

when he does the flamenco he literally stands up to TAKE HIS DRESSING GOWN OFF and obviously everyone is going wild again and then mimes starting to take his shirt off ahaha

he actually does a pretty mean flamenco and even some (and i can't believe i'm saying these words in relation to sir ian mckellen) booty shaking

the trumpet does work!! it makes sounds... a little toot was heard

the improv song went something like "i love you, you love me, you are mine, inside number 9" to which everyone inc. reece and steve were like !!! awww

at one point reece just fully says "this [his mustache] is falling off"

when len goes to the kitchen and asks if he's hungry, sir ian fully just gets a banana out of the dressing gown pocket and starts eating it on stage??? and then throws the skin out into the front row for someone to catch??? imagine that. i'd be framing that banana skin

he then does a TON of audience work lmao, starting with "how much have you all paid to be here?"

"i could be at home watching reruns of my work"

his chat goes on so long that len literally comes on over the speakers like "oh sir ian, i wonder what would happen if you went in that wardrobe" bc he was not showing ANY signs of getting up to look in there 😂😂😂

he does that gag and the second time is like "oh i wonder if i should check again", and going in is like "if this is the last time i see you all, goodbye"

at one point he does mention sir derek jacobi and said something like we've done a lot of work together or smth?? whatever he said made me think MAYBE sir derek is going to be one of the final hostages???

len actually doesn't go crazy w/ the celery today? no falling to his knees in any case LOL but it still cracks reece up ofc ofc

sir ian's parting words for the boys - "i come from the legitimate side of the entertainment industry... the next time you come to the wyndham's at the stage door i hope they say... YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" cue everyone losing their shit

when they throw the body down the stairs one of the shoes flies off and reece sort of nudges it before their shrug. idk man it was funny

act 2

this is broadly the same as i have seen it, though i'm almost sure reece nearly breaks after his 'good morning' entrance... in any case he's definitely smiling

i feel like the bit where hugo's sat somewhat sprawled on that stool (🥵 ahem) and says "comfy?" to suzette has definitely been dialled up

the line when hugo comes back in and is like "you want a second opinion do you, take me through the case file", the way reece delivers this is just SO GOOD it's so funny

the leg amputation took WAY longer than usual, idk if there was something up?? so anyway the "almost done" line was funnier than it usually is and suzette even had to adlib some new lines to cover up this section haha

the "get away" to abby is a great addition and always gets a good laugh

steve breaking 😭😭 i was looking out for the point where he misses his cue more this time and it's just so well done

okAY i did finally catch the line about mincing about outside the stage door this time LOL...

... but alas still did not catch toby's line before the light falls

stage door

it was nice to finally see you @misskite!!! the dedication is unreal

this went suuuuper quick bc the line was actually super long. they did get a lot of gifts but i'm surprised more ppl didn't have flowers?? seeing as i'll be mighty surprised if they come out after either of today's shows. saying that i also didn't bring flowers lol BUT already gifted them stuff way earlier in the run

and then omg once they'd finished and walked back down that lane towards their taxi reece says 'see you tomorrow' to the group of us standing there LOL perceived

and then steve starts blowing tons of air kisses at everyone??? like i said before, pembo oppa is the fanservice master and i'll have nothing else said about it

if that's the last time i see them (until september lol) then 💓💓💓 what a treat and a joy and a privilege

#stage/fright #stage fright #inside no 9 #inside number 9 #inside no. 9 #in9 #reece shearsmith #steve pemberton #anticipatory sadness for the last shows

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muiitoloko · 1 year ago

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I’m sad because your series of fics about Judge Turpin has ended… I don’t think I could ever recover from that hoping you write more about him😭

Title: Love? Love!

Summary: Lord Turpin loves his family, albeit in his own way.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut and Fluffy

Author's Notes: Alright, let's get real for a sec—I may or may not have shed a tear or two when the story came to an end. Those characters? Yeah, they grew on me like a clingy sock in the dryer! But hey, seeing you guys enjoy it makes it all worth it. And guess what? I found this hidden gem tucked away in the archives—a forgotten scene that slipped through the cracks! Whoopsie daisy! 😅

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, Eighth and ninth parts here.

As you busied yourself in the kitchen preparing dinner, the sounds of your husband's deep baritone voice filled the living room. Turpin was attempting to teach the children proper dance etiquette, insisting that all lords and ladies must know how to dance properly.

You listened with amusement as Turpin's patience wore thin with the energetic trio, who seemed more interested in giggling and goofing around than learning the proper steps. He sat on the sofa, shaking his head in disappointment as William, Sophia, and Belladonna stumbled over each other in their attempts to follow his instructions.

Just as Turpin was about to launch into another lecture, you heard Belladonna, the boldest of the two children, mutter something under her breath. Turpin's expression darkened, his hooked nose twitching with indignation as he turned to scold her.

"Father, you're being annoying," Belladonna declared defiantly, her voice carrying through the room.

Turpin's eyes widened in disbelief at his daughter's audacity, his baritone voice rising in indignation. "How dare you speak to me in such a manner!" he exclaimed, his tone laced with anger.

Sensing the tension in the air, you decided to intervene, stepping into the living room to address your husband. "Richard, perhaps it would be more effective if you showed them how to dance instead of just giving instructions," you suggested gently, hoping to diffuse the situation.

Turpin paused, considering your words for a moment before nodding in agreement. With a determined expression, he pushed himself to his feet with the aid of his cane, his posture straightening as he approached you.

"Very well," he said, his voice firm but resigned, "if that's what it takes to teach these rascals proper manners, then so be it."

He extended his hand towards you, a silent invitation to join him. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect, before placing your hand in his and allowing him to lead you to the center of the room.

Turpin positioned himself opposite you, his baritone voice softening as he began to explain the steps of the dance. "Now, watch closely," he instructed, his movements precise and controlled as he demonstrated each step with grace and poise.

You followed his lead, mirroring his movements as best as you could, your eyes locked on his as you moved together in perfect synchronization. And as the music swelled around you, filling the room with its sweet melody, you found yourself lost in the moment, swept away by the rhythm of the dance. Turpin's grip on your hand tightened, his eyes never leaving yours as you twirled and spun across the room together.

For a brief moment, it felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders, leaving only the two of you suspended in time. Lost in the graceful movements of the dance, you found yourself utterly captivated by the warmth in Turpin's eyes, the tenderness in his touch. Despite his stoic demeanor, there was a gentleness to his movements, a sincerity that spoke volumes about the depth of his love for you. His hand felt strong and reassuring in yours, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you moved together in perfect harmony.

But as the dance progressed, it became apparent that Turpin's attention was no longer focused on the lesson he was supposed to be giving. Instead, his gaze seemed fixed on you, his eyes sparkling with undisguised affection as he watched you with a fondness that took your breath away.

Caught up in the magic of the moment, you couldn't help but return his smile, your heart swelling with love for the man who had captured your heart so completely. For a brief moment, it felt as though the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance that transcended time and space.

But just as you were about to lose yourself completely in Turpin's embrace, a sudden commotion broke the spell. Belladonna, ever the spirited one, had grabbed William by the hand and was attempting to drag him into the dance, her laughter filling the room as she twirled and spun with reckless abandon.

Sophia, not to be outdone by her sister, ran towards your father, her eyes shining with excitement as she tugged on his pant leg, imploring him to join in the fun. Turpin, torn between amusement and exasperation, couldn't help but laugh at the sight of his determined daughter, his hooked nose twitching with amusement.

"Father, you must dance with me!" Sophia exclaimed, her voice filled with determination as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Turpin feigned confusion, his brow furrowing in mock seriousness as he pretended not to recognize his own daughter. "And who might you be, young lady?" he teased, his baritone voice tinged with amusement.

Sophia giggled mischievously, playing along with her father's game. "I am Sophia, of course!" she declared with a dramatic flourish, her curls bouncing in time with her laughter.

Turpin pretended to ponder her words for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Ah, of course, how could I forget?" he replied with exaggerated solemnity, "Very well, Lady Sophia, shall we dance?"

You couldn't help but laugh at the exchange between father and daughter, your heart swelling with affection for the man who had once been so stern and unyielding. Despite his efforts to maintain his composure, it was clear that Turpin was thoroughly enjoying himself, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he took Sophia's hand in his.

With a flourish, Turpin led Sophia into the dance, his movements awkward yet endearing as he attempted to accommodate her smaller frame. The sight of the once formidable judge dancing with his daughter filled you with a sense of joy and wonder, a testament to the transformative power of love.

As the music played on, you watched with a mixture of amusement and affection as Turpin twirled Sophia around the room, their laughter mingling with the sweet strains of the melody. Despite his efforts to maintain his stoic facade, it was clear that Turpin had been utterly enchanted by his daughter's infectious energy, his heart melting with every step they took together.

And as you watched the man who had once been a harsh and unforgiving judge reveling in the simple joy of fatherhood, you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the life you had built together. In that moment, surrounded by the ones you loved most in the world, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together, united by the unbreakable bonds of family and love.

But Turpin's coughing fit interrupted the dance. You moved to help your husband, concern etched across your features. However, Turpin waved dismissively, insisting that he was fine, though his stern demeanor quickly returned as he directed his attention back to the children.

"Enough frivolity," Turpin declared, his baritone voice commanding attention, "it's time to focus on your dance instruction."

Reluctantly releasing Sophia's hand, Turpin walks away, his expression once again stern as he fixed his gaze on his three children. With a firm tone, he demanded their full attention, his hooked nose twitching slightly with determination.

"Now, pay attention," Turpin instructed, his voice carrying the weight of authority, "we shall begin with the basic steps."

As Turpin began to demonstrate the dance steps once again, you complied with his request, putting another song on the phonograph before heading back to the kitchen. The sweet melody filled the room, providing a backdrop for Turpin's instructions as he guided his children through the dance.

And as you busied yourself in the kitchen, you couldn't help but steal a glance at the living room, where Turpin stood in the center, his imposing figure commanding the attention of his children. Sophia and Belladonna watched him with rapt attention, their eyes shining with excitement as they attempted to mimic his movements.

William, ever the dutiful son, listened intently to his father's instructions, his expression serious as he focused on mastering the steps. Despite his young age, he understood the importance of upholding the Turpin name, of carrying on the family legacy with honor and pride.

As the song reached its crescendo, you watched with a sense of pride as Turpin led his children through the dance, his movements precise and controlled despite his declining health. There was a strength in his demeanor, a resilience that spoke volumes about his character, his commitment to his family unwavering even in the face of adversity.

And as you looked at his three children, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the phonograph, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the man who had given you so much. Despite his flaws, despite his past transgressions, Turpin was a devoted father, a pillar of strength and stability for his children.

As the song came to an end, Turpin turned to you, a hint of exhaustion visible in his features. "Put on another song, my dear," he requested softly, his baritone voice tinged with fatigue, "let them practice a bit more while I catch my breath."

You nodded in understanding, quickly selecting another record and setting it on the phonograph before returning to your duties in the kitchen. As you worked, you couldn't help but steal glances at the living room, where Turpin sat with his children, his eyes shining with pride as he watched them dance.

Despite his declining health, despite the challenges that lay ahead, Turpin remained steadfast in his commitment to his family, his love for his children unwavering and true. And as you watched him interact with his three precious heirs, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope for the future, a belief that no matter what trials may come, your family would face them together, united by love and devotion.

As you stirred something in one of the pans, focusing on the task at hand, you were surprised to feel Turpin's presence behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your neck.

Startled by his sudden affection, you turned to face him, a hint of amusement in your eyes. "Hungry already?" you teased, raising an eyebrow in mock disbelief.

Turpin's lips curved into a playful smile as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Always hungry," he murmured huskily, "especially for you."

You couldn't help but laugh at his boldness, pushing him away gently as you reminded him of the children in the other room. "Behave yourself," you scolded teasingly, though there was a warmth in your tone that belied your words.

Turpin chuckled softly, his baritone voice tinged with amusement as he reluctantly released you from his embrace. "You're no fun," he teased, though there was a hint of affection in his gaze as he watched you work.

With a playful swat on his arm, you turned back to the stove, determined to finish preparing dinner before the children grew too restless. But Turpin had other ideas, his expression suddenly serious as he spoke.

"After dinner, we'll send the children to bed," he declared firmly, his tone brooking no argument, "and then you and I will retire to the bedroom."

You raised an eyebrow in surprise at his suggestion, reminding him gently of his weakened condition. "Richard, you're still recovering from your illness," you protested, concern etched across your features, "perhaps it's best to take it easy for now."

But Turpin shook his head resolutely, his gaze unwavering as he met your eyes. "I'm strong enough," he insisted, his voice filled with determination, "strong enough to be with you, to show you how much I love you."

You couldn't help but be moved by his sincerity, his unwavering devotion touching something deep within your heart. Despite everything, despite the challenges you had faced, Turpin's love for you remained steadfast and true, a beacon of hope in the darkness that had threatened to consume you both.

With a nod of acquiescence, you relented, unable to deny him the opportunity to express his love for you in the way he desired. "Alright," you agreed softly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, "after dinner, we'll go up to the bedroom."

As Turpin hummed in satisfaction and gave your rear a playful slap, you couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment, though you tried to hide it behind a playful swat at his arm. His unexpected displays of affection always left you feeling flustered, a stark contrast to his usual cold and stoic demeanor.

You focused on finishing dinner and setting the table. The savory aroma of the meal filled the air, making your stomach growl in anticipation. With everything in its place, you called for your family to gather around.

Turpin, ever the disciplinarian, sent the children to wash up before dinner, his voice carrying the weight of authority as he directed them to the washroom. Once the kids were occupied, he joined you at the table, taking his seat at the head as was his custom.

"Richard, did you wash your hands?" you asked with a teasing smile, knowing full well that he often forgot such trivial details in his eagerness to eat.

Turpin shot you an irritated look, his hooked nose twitching slightly with annoyance before reluctantly pushing himself to his feet. Grumbling under his breath, he made his way to the washroom, leaning heavily on his cane for support.

As he returned to the table, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the man sitting before you. Despite his flaws, despite his tendency towards cruelty, Turpin tried his best to be a good husband and father, even if he didn't always succeed.

"Thank you, dear," you said softly, reaching out to squeeze his hand gently, "for always taking care of us, even when you don't have to."

Turpin's expression softened at your words, his baritone voice tinged with emotion as he met your gaze. "I may not always show it," he replied quietly, "but I love you, more than anything in this world."

There was a sincerity in his words that took you by surprise, a vulnerability that he rarely showed to anyone, least of all you. And in that moment, surrounded by the ones you loved most in the world, you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the man who had stood by your side through thick and thin.

As the children returned from the bathroom, Turpin watched them attentively, his stern gaze softening slightly as he observed their interactions. He nodded approvingly as William dutifully pulled out the chairs for his sisters, a small gesture of chivalry that did not go unnoticed by their father.

"Good boy, William," Turpin remarked, his voice carrying a hint of pride, "always remember to look after your sisters."

William nodded in acknowledgment, a faint blush coloring his cheeks at his father's praise. He took his seat at the table with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he had earned his father's approval.

Turpin turned his attention to Sophia and Belladonna, his expression expectant as he waited for them to take their seats. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he prompted, his tone firm but not unkind, "Say thank you to your brother for pulling out your chairs."

Sophia and Belladonna exchanged a glance before turning to William with grateful smiles. "Thank you, Willy," they chorused in unison, their voices sweet and sincere.

Belladonna, ever the bolder of the two, added with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "You're such a gentleman, just like Father."

Turpin's lips twitched with amusement at his daughter's cheekiness, though he made a show of feigning indignation. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Bella," he chided gently, though there was a hint of affection in his tone.

Belladonna grinned unabashedly, her curls bouncing as she giggled at her father's mock scolding. "Sorry, Father," she replied with a playful wink, "but it's true."

Turpin shook his head in mock exasperation, though there was a warmth in his gaze as he looked at his spirited daughter. "You're incorrigible, Belladonna," he remarked with a fond smile, "but I wouldn't have you any other way."

With a satisfied nod, Turpin settled into his seat at the head of the table, his posture straight and dignified as he prepared to lead his family in prayer before the meal. As he began to speak, his baritone voice filled the room, a comforting presence that brought a sense of peace to those gathered around him.

And as you bowed your heads in prayer, surrounded by the ones you loved most in the world, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the man who had stood by your side through thick and thin. Despite his flaws, despite his past transgressions, Turpin was a devoted husband and father, a pillar of strength and stability for his family.

In that moment, surrounded by the ones you cherished most in the world, you knew that no matter what challenges might come your way, you would face them together, united by the unbreakable bonds of family and love.

As the night progressed, the intensity of your passion with Turpin grew, the thrill of being intimate with him in such a daring and precarious position adding to the excitement. With each thrust, you couldn't help but cling to him desperately, your body arching against his as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Turpin's hands roamed your body with purpose, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you both. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, your senses overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling you completely.

Feeling the need for more, you whimpered softly against his neck, your voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt as you pleaded with him to give you what you both desired. "Richard," you whispered hoarsely, your breath hot against his skin, "please, I want you to fill me. I want your baby inside me."

Turpin's eyes fluttered open at your words, his expression softening as he gazed down at you with a mixture of desire and affection. "My love," he murmured huskily, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine, "as much as I want to give you another child, I can't."

You whimpered softly in protest, the ache of longing echoing in your heart as you pressed yourself closer to him. "But why?" you pleaded, your voice filled with desperation, "I want this, Richard. I want to carry your child again."

Turpin's grip on you tightened, his eyes filled with sadness as he explained his reasoning. "I'm old, my love," he whispered softly, his breath warm against your ear, "and my health is declining. I can't risk leaving you pregnant with no one to support you."

You felt a pang of sadness at his words, the reality of his declining health casting a shadow over your desires. Despite his stoic demeanor, Turpin's concern for your well-being was evident in his actions, his love for you shining through even in the midst of passion.

With a heavy heart, you nodded in understanding, accepting his decision with a mixture of resignation and gratitude. "I understand," you whispered softly, your voice filled with emotion, "but just know that I love you, Richard. And I would gladly bear your child, no matter the risk."

Turpin's expression softened at your words, his eyes reflecting a mixture of desire and admiration as he continued to thrust into you with increasing urgency. "Hmm, you perfect, perfect girl," he murmured huskily, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine, "so eager to please your old man."

Feeling his arousal building, Turpin pulled your leg higher around his torso, his movements becoming more frantic as he pounded into you right there on the nightstand next to the bed. His pants gathered around his ankles, he was still wearing his shirt, a stark contrast to your nakedness, which only fueled the fire burning between you.

"You look like such a slut," Turpin whispered hoarsely, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in closer, "trying to keep quiet so as not to wake the children. But we both know they won't hear a thing over the sound of your moans."

His words sent a jolt of excitement coursing through you, the thrill of being caught adding to the intensity of the moment. With each thrust, you couldn't help but cling to him desperately, your nails digging into his back as you surrendered to the pleasure washing over you.

Turpin's hands roamed your body with purpose, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you both. You whimpered softly in protest, the ache of longing echoing in your heart as you pleaded with him for more.

"Please, Richard," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper, "give me everything you've got. I need to feel you inside me, filling me completely."

Turpin's eyes darkened with desire at your words, his resolve crumbling as he gave in to the primal urges driving him. With a fierce growl, he redoubled his efforts, his thrusts becoming more forceful and erratic as he sought to claim you completely.

As the pleasure built to a crescendo, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, the intensity of your climax threatening to overwhelm you. With one final thrust, Turpin pushed you over the edge, sending you spiraling into ecstasy as you cried out his name in a voice that was both desperate and unrestrained.

He stopped, waiting for you to calm down before pulling away from you. His eyes were dark with desire as he watched you climb down from the bedside table. With a grace that belied your desperation, you dropped to your knees in front of him, your mouth watering with anticipation as you eagerly took him in.

Turpin's hand found its way to the back of your head, his grip firm yet gentle as he guided you, his stoic facade crumbling in the face of his primal desires. He watched in awe as you pleasured him, your lips wrapped around him in a sensual dance of desire and submission.

"You're so good at this, my love," Turpin murmured huskily, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine as you worked him with practiced precision. "So eager to please your husband, to make him feel good."

Your heart swelled with pride at his words, your own desire burning hotter with each passing moment. Despite his cold exterior, Turpin's appreciation for your efforts was evident in the way he held you, his fingers tangling in your hair as he lost himself in the pleasure of your mouth.

As you continued to pleasure him, your own arousal building with each stroke, Turpin's control slipped further and further away. With a guttural growl of satisfaction, he tore off his shirt, his chest heaving with exertion as he surrendered himself fully to the pleasure you offered.

"You're mine, my beautiful wife," Turpin whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with desire as he gazed down at you with unabashed adoration. "And I'm so lucky to have you."

With each flick of your tongue and every gentle suckle, you felt Turpin's arousal reaching a fever pitch, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared the edge of ecstasy. And as you brought him to the brink of release, you reveled in the power you held over him, knowing that you alone could bring him to such heights of pleasure.

With one final, desperate thrust, Turpin cried out your name, his body tensing as he spilled himself into your waiting mouth. You swallowed him eagerly, savoring the taste of him on your tongue as you milked him for every last drop of pleasure.

And as he collapsed against the bed, spent and trembling with the force of his release, Turpin pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you in a fierce embrace. "I love you, my beautiful wife," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "More than words can express."

You nestled against him, your heart overflowing with love for the man who had captured your heart. Despite his flaws and his past transgressions, Turpin was yours, and you were his, bound together by a love that transcended even the darkest of shadows. And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that came your way.

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