#girl he’s an inch away from kissing his gfs brother

[doriandrifting]

Sometimes it really hits me that we’re being called delusional for thinking Mike’s queer when his entire S4 arc is not being able to tell his girlfriend that he loves her until his gay best friend who’s in love with him begs him to in a life or death situation and he still struggles. Heteronormativity is one hell of a drug 😭

[ausylusy]

Manjiro stealing izana's gf nsfw

hello, i know its been quite some months since you requested this anon but its finally here. I apologize for being so late lmao but its here and I hope you enjoy this!

There may be some grammar incorrections in the story but english isnt my first language so I apologize in advance!

~MR. STEAL YOUR GIRL~

Sano Manjiro/Mikey × reader!

Warnings: kitty eating

18+!!!

Despite being together for quite some time, Izana's abusive behavior would take a toll on the fragile relationship between him and you. Izana's lack of attention and affection could be seen as a form of abuse, harming you by leaving you constantly feeling ignored, neglected, and unworthy of being loved. This could have long lasting effects on your self-esteem, making you feel like nothing more than a mere object for his pleasure.

You feels alone, isolated, and ignored by Izana. You sit next to a lake and look out into the dark waters, contemplating your life and relationship. As you stare, you begins to doubt whether it is even worth trying to save the relationship. You think to yourself, maybe it would be better to just walk away, to seek a fresh start....

You decided to go to Manjiros house. You trusted Manjiro more than anyone. You feel comfortable opening up and venting to him about how you have been treated by Izana. After awhile you and Manjiro are now in his bedroom. Iz seems he just woke up from a nap. Manjiro looks at you and asks "What happend?". "I've been feeling really neglected and mistreated by Izana lately. He's constantly ignoring my texts and calls and doesn't seem to care about my feelings at all. It's been really hard and I'm not sure what to do." you say as you looked down in sadness. Manjiros eyes widen upon hearing that. He had a crush on you ever since he knew you. He couldnt belive that his brother would treat a beautiful girl like you like some piece of trash. Manjiro approaches you and says."You deserve better than how he has been treating you. He should never be making you feel like that....Besides can treat you better than Izana ever has. I'll pay attention to you, I'll listen to your concerns and actually care about your feelings. I promise I won't treat you the way Izana has." Manjiro said that with no hesitation. Did he just confess to you? You wondered and your eyes were wide open. "Let me prove it to you, yn..." Manjiro leans in and kisses your lips. Your and Manjiros  kisses become more passionate and intense as you two explored each other's mouths with your tongues. You feel your body respond to Manjiro's touch once again as he explores every inch of your mouth with his tongue. You can't help but moan softly into the kiss as you feel yourself getting aroused.

As you twos passion continues to build, Manjiro begins to undress you slowly and sensually. He takes his time exploring every inch of your body as he removes each piece of clothing until you are standing before him completely naked. "So hot for me....fuck..."Manjiro mummers as he looks at your body in hunger. Your face was red as a tomato but you were excited at the same time. Without hesitation, Manjiro picks you up and carries you over to the bed.As they continue to explore each other's bodies, Manjiro begins to focus his attention on your most intimate area. He kisses and licks your inner thighs, making his way closer and closer to your wet pussy."already wet...."manjiro says and chuckles. You gasps as you feel Manjiro's hot breath against your sensitive skin. You can't help but moan loudly as he begins to eat you out, flicking his tongue over her clit with expert precision. You grab onto the sheets tightly as waves of pleasure washes over your body. Your back arches as she feels herself getting closer and closer to climaxing. Manjiro looks up at you with a devilish grin before plunging his tongue into your wetness, making you scream out in pleasure. Then you reached your peak and cummed all over his face. Manjiro looks up at you with a satisfied grin before licking his lips and tasting your sweet juices. "Delicious princess~" Manjiro says and gives you a quick kiss on the lips and whispers in your ear "I love you.....so much princess..."

[4dtk]

ok so my mind is all over the place right now, but i really do need to read a good jaemin sm*t fic aka corruption king. he makes you wear this/this outfit (IM SORRY i cant choose between the two but pls pick what u think is best 🥺) because you'd always wear baggy clothes/hoodies and he just wants to make his baby feel good? an aggressively playful jaem with his shy gf and a quote, "don't hide your pretty face from me"

IM ALIVE. IM ALIVE???????? oh my gosh anon i am SO SORRY for ghosting you. if anyone sees this i was given an emergency commission by my brother and so i went mia and went crazy trying to finish it and i got so busy... i also had no motivation so there’s that. i am SO sorry bro oh my gosh. anyway, i picked out the second outfit anon <3. (read up on the update of my event at the bottom of this post!!!!!)

pairing: jaemin x reader

warnings: soft dom!jaemin, sub!reader, jaemin calls her ‘princess’ and ‘good girl’, corruption kink, virginity loss (if you consider it to be p in v sex, they both have done oral before), clothed sex (lingerie), fingering, vaginal penetration, clit stimulation, fondling, cowgirl, unprotected sex, implication of more than one round, n*sfw under the cut

jaemin’s eyes are glued to the screen more than you liked, looking left to right like he’s reading something before scrolling to something else. it carries on for a while, and as much as you hated his gaming nights, that was more fun (with the chaos from the other dreamies) than just sitting in silence.

but whenever you tried to look over to the screen, your boyfriend would flash his signature pout and mention how you weren’t supposed to see what he was doing. and with one final click, jaemin hums happily while your frown only deepens, fading fast when the laptop is forgotten and he tackles you into a hug.

“alright, alright, i’m here now, baby,” jaemin mumbles into your neck, missing how your expression drifts to the computer screen every few seconds. it doesn’t provide any explanation since the tab’s closed and the screen black but, you trust jaemin enough to commit himself fully to you. his hands distract you from your thoughts, however, feeling the coldness of his skin upon yours under your oversized tee.

“you’re never out of my t-shirts, huh?” jaemin giggles from above you, gentle fingers brushing away the strands of hair falling from your face. “i’ll get you in some lingerie next, alright?” all doubt is gone from your head for good when he starts kissing you down from your neck to your chest, fingers leaving a blazing trail behind them with each inch down your body. the boys already know that they won’t have to come home, after a quick rushed text in the midst of kissing (where the warnings were given so often that they could decode any gibberish jaemin sends).

“(y/n)?” mark calls out into the house the next day just as they were leaving, the forgetful boy having had to come back in and take his in-ear monitors while the others had already left in haste. no one saw the package outside their door but mark, who bids you goodbye after you sleepily receive the package. too tired and groggy to actually do anything, you just leave it on the empty sheets beside you.

until jaemin’s text wakes you up later asking if he’s received anything.

[2:01pm, read] Hi my love, anything come in the mail this morning?

you hum at the notification, memory resetting at how mark gave you the parcel before leaving.

[2:03pm, delivered] uh huh, what about it?

[2:03pm, read] :)

[2:04pm, read] Oh nothing, just a little present I picked out for my pretty princess. I want to come home to you wearing it, nothing else. It’s time I spoiled you. Love you

you’re quick to think of all the times jaemin did spoil you, which was admittedly too much for you too, but one more present didn’t help especially if it’s something he specifically chose. could it be the website he was yesterday…?

you’re undoubtedly still a little cautious, opening the plastic with carefulness in case that it was for someone else, but when it uncovers itself, a gasp makes its way onto your face. behind the noisy synthetic was a set that was so intricately detailed that it looked almost fragile. with the straps running thin, you’d think they would snap, and the thong attracted to the leotard-like apparel looked uncomfortable to wear.

sighing, you were unsure of whether to go through with it since you know jaemin would never force you into something you didn’t like and yet — there was thrill in the unknown, of something you hadn’t experienced one bit and the one thing you always wanted to try out, lingerie. it wasn’t like a sin or anything, but oversized clothes were always your go-to: convenient, comfortable, some smelled like your sweet, sweet boyfriend, who could go wrong with those?

but while you enjoyed your laze arounds in oversized fabric, a part of you hoped the see your physique in some tight-fitting clothes every once in a while. maybe some part of you could drink yourself incoherent and impulse purchase a bodycon dress, maybe your friends would convince you to get some raunchy sets for your own empowerment. and while you didn’t have any issues with your body, it just felt… off.

well, jaemin was determined to change that.

the argument in your friend group turned out very one-sided, getting an overflow of messages that encouraged you to wear the piece, “im sure youll look dashing!!!!!”, “remember to take a pic for us babe”, “Oh! Is this the set he chose? That’s so cute, wish my boyfriend would’ve gotten me these.”

[5:56pm, delivered] how did you know which website he got them from???

and your friends answered like it was the simplest question in the world: “he asked us, dummy.”

every part of the bodtsuit sliding onto your body felt weird, and despite the unfamiliar sight in front of you, you can’t help but smile as you finish it off with the translucent lacey skirt. and while sometimes unfamiliar felt bad, you’ve never admired your body this much in stark white lace against your skin (and the cute little bunny tail at the back), the contrast complementing the whole look even more. you get so caught up in the view in the mirror that—

“oh, wow,” jaemin bursts into the room, not expecting you to be already changed, “you actually— holy fuck.”

“jaemin, can you— the door’s open, oh my god.” covering your face didn’t do the trick, feeling the heat of your cheeks via your palms.

instead of closing it, he just laughs, mostly in disbelief of how fucking delicious you look, but also at your confidence that shines, as well as how much he’s going to ruin you. it’s all it takes for jaemin to stalk over to you and within a few steps, he has your lips captured in a passionate kiss. he’s eager, needy, both hands already exploring your body while he tries to devour more and more but it’s never enough. not when you look like the most beautiful thing from head to toe.

his words, not yours. “baby, princess, oh my god,” jaemin has his forehead to yours, staring intently into your eyes that only the slam of the door by renjun and his shout of ‘close the damn door!’ brings him out of the spell he was under.

“god, you’re stunning.” everything is blurred after that. jaemin tackles you to the bed, a hand already moving to the thin piece of fabric. just like he assumes, you’re soaking wet from merely kissing, whining into him and squirming about on the sheets at the unfamiliar sensation. but you remember — unfamiliar isn’t always bad, and jaemin proves it when he slips a finger into you. his mouth doesn’t rest.

it’s thicker than yours and it’s so different from just the tongue that you cry out from the feeling. “that alright, darling?” the consent alone has you moving your hips onto his finger for more friction, testing the waters more even after telling your boyfriend how scary penetration was. well, you didn’t seem to think so so much now, asking quietly for a second finger.

“j—jaemin, please. feels s’good…” you’re whimpering out once he shoves in two more fingers, the stretch stinging just a little. pleasure takes over soon enough, your arousal acting as lube for jaemin’s fingers, while his other hand plays with your breasts over the lingerie. his tongue darting out to flick at your nipples through the fabric and the stimulation makes you squeal.

“yeah? such a good girl for me.” he praises, eyes glued on how he picks you apart piece by piece, inch by inch until you’ll be nothing but a babbling mess for him and while he does that, he still would prioritise your comfort above anything else. “d’you think it’s enough for my cock, baby? or would you rather stick to—” jaemin is anything but impatient, and yet he can only manage a shaky breath everytime his eyes land on the very outfit he picked out.

jaemin pumps his fingers a few more times and that has only got you moaning louder and louder, eyes observing yours attentively, “—oral?” before the other could delve into your cunt, your grasping at his arms, words not coming out despite your mouth moving.

“jae— i… you— uhm,” you’re having trouble forming sentences, something that jaemin isn’t a stranger to especially in the bedroom. he always has you at his mercy when his tongue flicks over your clit, juices staining his chin until you’d tell him you couldn’t cum any more. this time was no different: begging for something, anything, and he would get his answer when you claw at his pants. “i-i want your cock, jaemin. i want it in me, fuck— anything, please!”

your boyfriend admires the way your face scrunches up when you first sink down onto his cock, hands carefully placed on his still clothed body as you shiver at the sensation of him filling you up. “breathe, princess, breathe.” the stretch is worst than when he had his fingers in you, but you follow his instructions exceptionally well, gasping when he bottoms out completely.

“oh my god… f-fuck…“ it comes out in between choked moans, your words and mewls, tensing up just as jaemin slowly thrusts up his hips into yours. it’s terribly lewd, everything from how your hips subconsciously move or the slutty way you moaned out that you cover your face. “oh— wow…” you can’t help but mimic your boyfriend’s words from earlier as you start moving up and down, juices running down your thighs and onto his balls. your skin burns and so does your thighs even though you just started, but you try anyway. Your hands hardly shield you from jaemin’s lusty gaze.

“am i doing okay, jaem?”

he offers a gentle smile in the midst of pleasure, in the midst of feeling your pussy clench around him and suck him in so nicely that he doesn’t just have to fuck his fist any more, and it’s shaky at best but it’s the most he can manage as he feels your gummy walls around his length. “you’re doing great, pretty girl, just don’t— mhhm… don’t hide your pretty face from me.” and it’s all you need to remove your hands and keep at your own pace, especially with something so big in your cunt for the first time. 

jaemin helps, too, with his hips, bucking up into your pussy while his hands guide your waist, until he finds that it’s too addicting at your dripping cunt meeting his pelvis each time. he thrusts up once, twice, grinning in relief when you submit to him almost immediately and he takes advantage right away. “poor baby was tired, huh?” the way he bucks up into you is criminal, each thrust meeting your ass with wet slaps as your moans mixed with the other’s.

“you feel so good, baby. you’re making me feel so good, such a good girl.” all the praise gets to your head, only making you whine into thin air before you’re yanked into his chest. “that’s it, hang onto me while i pound you.” there, all you’re doing is crying out into his neck, with a mixture of his name and incoherent sentences.

“i— wanna- i wanna cum, jaem! fuck…“ you mewl into his neck, a desperate hand slipping in between your bodies to rub at your clit. it’s rushed, and jaemin doesn’t even have time to ask you before you’re releasing all over his cock, juices coating his length while he continues to thrust, albeit slowly.

“oh my— oh my god! s-shit, baby, you’re cumming so much.” you giggle at that, high from the orgasm that you can only manage sounds as he slowly pulls out. he mutters praises as he does, “oh, you’re such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” putting on that piece of clothing was the best decision of the boring day, eyelids falling heavily from the climax until you realise how jaemin sacrified something.

“jaemin! you— you didn’t release yet, right?” even with your first time, you’re still so caring, giving you the same smile he did earlier. he hums softly.

“it’s okay, i’ll manage. you get some rest and i’ll wake you up when it’s time for—”

“o-oh, uhm, we’re done?” jaemin’s smile has never been wider, a hint of slyness behind it.

“you want more, baby?” you’re ashamed at how quickly you nod and jaemin’s impressed at how you’ve already succumbed to the pleasure. you move your hips subtly, pussy lips brushing against his cock ever so slightly. jaemin sighs. “well, should we test how long you’ll last? don’t worry, i’ll guide you, princess.”

event rules here, request here

[poppy-metal]

Pls just imagine that the random gf is screaming bloody murder bc she just found out that her bf is in reality SO SO in love with his sister and would do literally everything for her while big bro is with his gf 'just because' 😭

And please my petty jealous ass would be all over my hot brother while rubbing it into her face that I'll always be first choice

ok its time for me to throw my morals out the door bc this turns me on sm

i-imagining this w deku for some reason. he tries so hard honestly, he does. stops letting you sneak into his room at night, pushes your hands away when you get a little so handsy with a shake of your head and it makes you so upset :(

one night you try and climb onto his lap and you can tell he's turned on but he still pushes you away, cheeks flushed and chest heaving, his hands at your shoulders don't hold that much strength behind them when he tries to nudge you away from sucking on his neck. "p-please, stop." his eyes squeezed shut because he can feel himself slipping and he hates it, "i love her"

you pull back, your lip trembling and tears clinging to your lashes. "so you don't love me anymore?" the shake in your voice, your big doe eyes and shaking, it all sends his protective urges into overdrive and his jaw clenches so hard his teeth ache. he looks at war with himself and you start to slide off his lap, but he stops you, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks.

"no, no. no, baby" baby "you know that's not true. I'll always love you, you're my favorite girl, you know that. c'mon. oh, please dont cry"

he tries to shush you, but your tears keep falling and a broken groan leaves his chest. he can't stand it. kisses the tears from your cheeks, your forehead your nose, until hes cupping your face and feathering his lips over yours, finally kissing you for the first time in the month since he'd gotten a girlfriend.

you immediately melt against him and open your mouth, both of you moaning when his tongue dips inside. his arms drop to squeeze around your waist and all his earlier reluctance from earlier is completely gone. he's eating you up like a man starved, and you know he's missed you, missed this. you don't know why he'd deny himself when you're always here and open and warm for him. no one can keep him happy like you do.

"missed you" you pant into his mouth, rocking against him. "missed you, missed you, missed you. please don't leave me. love me"

"i do" he pants right back. "fuck, you know I do."

his girlfriends name flashes across the screen of his phone, in the back of his jeans pocket but he doesn't hear. the jeans are discarded along with the rest his and your clothes, as he peppers kisses all over your face and neck, holding you to him as he breaks you open over and over again on his thick cock.

mumbling nonsense into your neck, lost in the feel of your warm cunt wrapped around him like a soft, hug, "love you," he groans, his pelvis knocking against your clit, grinding you onto his cock. "your big brother loves you so much, fuck"

"y-yeah?" you whimper back, squeezing your thighs around his thick waist, gripping him with your little pussy so tight his eyes roll back. so lost he doesn't notice your little hand reaching down to fish his phone out of his jeand pocket. sliding the screen open and directing his phone camera to where you can see just the base of his cock, sliding in and out, wet with your slick when he pulls out, gleaming with it, before burying back inside and bottoming out. "am i nii-chans favorite?"

"uh huh" he grunts, loud and clear on camera, his face no in shot but the sound of his voice unmistakable. "my favorite girl, my only girl, mm-"

his hips speed up, the wet slap of his balls smacking against you. your hold on the device is shaky, but you keep it still, keeping his cock fucking in and out of you in shot no matter what. "-gonna cum baby. fuck, m'gonna cum so hard. gonna fill you, gonna give you nii-chans come, baby, its yours. all of it, oh fuck. uh-"

your little pussy spams around him when he stills, head thrown back as his balls twitch, his cock spurting thick milky cum deep inside you. he whimpers when you milk him, hips starting up agaim, fucking his cum in and out of your pussy. his head drops against your shoulder, mouthing at it.

you send the video to his girlfriend, drop the phone and wrap your arms around him, clenching your cunt around him once more. "g-gimme more? you neglected me. hurt my feelings real bad"

"fuck" his cock jerks inside you, and you feel his hips start to shift again, inching himself in and out of you slowly, starting the rocking motion of your bodies all over again. "whatever you want. god, you can have everything, I'll give it t'you"

[mega-bastard]

ɢ ᴏ ᴏ ᴇ ʏ

frat boy! oikawa tooru x iwaizumi's gf! reader

warnings: cheating (everyone's cheating in this frat house tonight), drugging (reader thought she was doing coke, actually percs), drug mentions: coke, weed, percs, non-con, gas-lighting, manipulation, iwai and oiks are shitty frat boys what can i say

wc: 1.9k

a/n: my piece for the intoxicated collab hosted by the whore house <3 you can check it out here! i have never written for this pretty rat bastard but I kinda like this version of oikawa that now lives in my brain. he's a shitty bastard but meh. this is very, very, very, v e r y loosely based on a real experience i had with percs ( i don't condone the use of percs !! ). also, do not mix drugs if you are doing them, especially percs with alcohol!

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you know you're fucked as the last of the pretty white line vanishes through the end of a cut-up straw and into your nose. that too pretty smile tooru's wearing almost looks sinister as the feeling of prickles dances across your brain and the feeling of slight numbness snakes up your appendages. it's cemented further when drowsiness sinks in.

worst of all, you know you've lost when tooru's featherlight touch across your bottom lip has you sucking his thumb like your boyfriend isn't somewhere else in the same house

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leading up to the frat party, you were excited ! time spent with your roommate was always fun, your partner in crime for getting wasted silly before proceeding to call your boyfriends to be picked up and continue the fun from there.

their frat's parties are always choice, thematic some days and just a reason to drink and make poor choices others. your poison of choice always being egging hajime on throughout the night to be fucked dumb when he's pushed beyond his limit-- the perfect fun for you.

but there's always tooru.

it's been too many times to count where you think you've finally got hajime right where you need him and then tooru's there to effectively whisk hajime away-- always with a snide reminder that you're there with your roommate, his girlfriend so 'why don't you go find her, she'll get lonely!'

ironic, considering that if she and you were up to trouble together he'd badger you over being negligent of hajime.

regardless, you fully entitled to enjoy yourself tonight-- tooru be damned.

before you could fester longer on the leech that was tooru, your roommate poses a comment about the outfits planned for tonight. it's enough to steal away your attention, and you find yourselves trying and tossing off clothes interspersed with chatter and gossip of all manner. by the end of it, you look downright sinful-- dressed in a silky feeling black bodycon with lace trim.

the intention is to rile hajime up, get him irritated having to be watchful over you to keep his sleazy frat brothers away. except for tooru, he's always the exception. he couldn't let any of his other brothers be the exception? you'd take temperamental kyotani over tooru any day. it's only a minor bonus kyotani is nice to look at.

by the time your roommate is ushering you to the uber you're quite tipsy, still aware of yourself but relaxed enough to giggle along to the lame jokes your uber throws over his shoulder at you two. idly, you think he's kinda cute.

the party is in full swing by the time your uber pulls up, people idling out on the lawn in stark contrast to the blaring music coming from the house itself. hajime and tooru are waiting outside for the both of you as you exit the uber. giving the uber a sweet smile before closing the door.

you try to ignore the lingering look tooru fixates you with as you make your way to the boys.

" tooooruuuu~" your roommate all but throws herself into her boyfriend, giggly and happy to see him. he returns the embrace, peppering her cheery face in kisses before returning her greeting "hi princess, you look ravishing as usual."

you fight to keep the cringe of your face at the nickname, opting to ignore their sugary-sweet pda in favor of hajime. you link your arms behind his neck before blinking up at him, pressing a chaste kiss to his chin before grinning cheekily " hi bubs, missed you today". his own hands settle on your hips, rubbing softly at the material of your dress before smiling down at you. he mumbles his own greeting before pressing a kiss to your temple, beginning to drag you inside.

you don't miss the familiar stare of someone staring down your neck.

all too quickly, between games of cup pong, kings cup, and random shots; your separated from hajime and squished between hanamaki and matsukawa on a ratty couch in the garage with an odd group of people. you're vaguely aware of matsukawa's arm thrown over your shoulders.

you don't try to move it.

you're half engaged in the conversation going on, between being drunk and swimming in the heady smell of weed, you're just kinda sitting there zoning in and out. there's a sizable bong being passed around, and despite only having met them a handful of times prior, hanamaki and matsukawa seem to know better than to offer you a hit-- at least that's what you tell yourself. across from you, there's a blond girl cutting lines of coke on a handheld mirror, looking up briefly with a raised eyebrow in question. you've met her prior, you've literally done lines with her, but her name is escaping you.

you feel stupid.

you're about to nod along when matsukawa's arm is thrown off you, two hands coming down on your shoulders in a bruising grip. you wince when you meet tooru's chocolate eyes.

he looks kinda pissed.

"y/n ! I've been looking alllll over for you !" his voice is as princely as ever, but the sneer on his face and the barely there anger under his tone pisses you off. you decide to push him before he starts pushing you.

"where's 'princess' at? can't believe you left my poor roommate all alone in this house" you tsk and pout, shaking your head. tooru's face momentarily sours before he's looping around the couch and dragging you to your feet, pulling you to the door without a word. you glance back briefly at hanamaki and matsukawa, but they look just as put off as you.

weird.

you follow, not sure if it's curiosity or just being drunk for you simpered obedience. you're led past hajime's room where you hear noise-- notably hajime and someone else but you can't think too hard about it with tooru's tightening grip on your wrist. this would be nice if it were hajime pulling you along. you stop in front of a door at the very end of the hall.

it's tooru's room.

volleyball trophies and keepsakes line the shelves, along with other commemorative keepsakes. a picture of him and your roommate, him and hajime, a group picture of the four of you as well. you're about the prod for answers when he beats you to it.

"don't worry about my 'princess', she with hajime right now!" he sneers down at you, loving the confusion that crosses your pretty little face before continuing "i figured i'd come check in on you since hajime seems to be doing a shit job of it." you're only partially surprised by the drop from his usual cheerful speech and vocabulary, but to hear him come at hajime unabashedly is strange.

it's actually really fucking weird all things considered.

"what do you mean by that? why's he with her..." and not me? the sentence practically finishes itself and tooru's sneer grows as your mind begins to tumble over itself. " you know, maybe he just can't handle you anymore? he's always bitching to me about you" tooru sighs, hand raised to his chin thoughtfully. something in your chest aches at the thought, mind nowhere near sober enough to see past tooru winding you up.

"you know, I tried arguing with hajime about it on your behalf. sure you're needy as hell and a borderline nympho but you're soooo cute! if i wasn't dating my princess, I wouldn't hesitate to steal you away~" it comes out teasingly, but his words are downright awful. you're not needy...right? sure you like sex, but hajime never complained about it.

you kinda feel like shit.

turning on your heels, you make for the door before tooru latches onto your wrist again. that same bruising grip back again, you whirl on him ready to lay into him before he shakes an orange pill bottle in your face. eyes narrowed, you glare up at him. what the hell is he up too?

"to make it up to you for bumming your night and causing you to miss out saeko's cheap shit, why don't we have a little pick me up?" his sneer is gone now, simmered down to what could be a genuine smile. you weigh your options, dull red flashing lights go off in your mind but safety be damned-- you need a pick me up. "fine, fine. i'd rather get something from you than just anybody." tooru looks a little surprised at your admittance, but you plop yourself on his bed before you can stare up at his pretty face any longer. he turns his back to you in favor of his desk, clearing space and procuring his debit card and a dollar bill before popping the lid on the pills and grabbing one.

you don't watch him crush the pill, and that's your fatal mistake.

all too soon, zoned out staring around the room while lost in your pitiful thoughts, tooru calls you over. "you're a big girl, I'm sure you know how to snort it" his voice is teasing, but you fail to notice just how focused he looks staring down at you. you grab a cut straw, no longer than two inches, and line one end to your nose and the other to the white line.

it feels wrong.

you know you're fucked as the last of the pretty white line vanishes through the end of a cut-up straw and into your nose. that too pretty smile tooru's wearing almost looks sinister as the feeling of prickles dances across your brain and the feeling of slight numbness snakes up your appendages. it's cemented further when drowsiness sinks in.

worst of all, you know you've lost when tooru's featherlight touch across your bottom lip has you sucking his thumb like your boyfriend isn't somewhere else in the same house.

god this so wrong, but the way tooru ushers you backwards until the back of your knees meet his bed, and you fall on your back feels nice. everything feels nice, his thumb in your mouth, his comforter on your back. the way he's staring down at you, laser-focused on just you... it's very nice.

but incredibly wrong.

hajime is in a room nearby, the fact eats at you.

tooru withdraws his hand from your face, thumb briefly pressing along your plush lips before crawling over you. he buries his head in your neck, nibbling and sucking along the length of it like a starved dog. you whimper, it's wrong but why does it feel so good? a particularly nasty bite forces a moan from your mouth, mind spinning at the pleasure despite the numbness.

you're terrible for getting off on this, you're a terrible girlfriend. tooru, evidently, is a terrible boyfriend. he drugged you but who's gonna believe you? you did agree to do it, you didn't ask what it was. your thoughts are spiraling.

tooru's hand leaves a blazing trail up your thigh, sliding up underneath your little dress and squeezing your upper thigh. you don't like this. weakly, you grab onto tooru's wrist in an attempt to halt his movements. he shakes it off, kissing along your jaw before mumbling to what you assume is more-so to himself than you.

"knew i was gonna fuck you when you strolled up in this, hajime's really missing out tonight"

tears bubble to your eyes.

you really don't want this.

[ggukkiedae]

hi!! can i request smth where hannah gets a nightmare ab the sasaeng thing and yangyang tries to talk to her ab it?? (angst 4, 15, 17)~ 🍟

hey bub! of course! i havent written about yanghan in a while and i miss them aksjdhf (they’re going strong btw, rest assured yangyang is constantly hyping his gf up on ig, weibo, bubble, and just anywhere he can) aaaanyway, here it is! 🥰 everything is spoken in english btw so i won’t be doing the italics on this one

WARNING: violence and attempted murder (but it’s all a nightmare), sasaeng, kinda graphic

prompts: “Why are you lying to me?”, “Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”, “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

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Hannah struggled to pull the girl’s hands away from her neck. She tried calling out for Mark and throwing the cup on her bedside table at the wall separating them in hopes that he’d come help her.

“Don’t you dare think my Mark oppa is going to come and save you, bitch.” The hands around her neck tightened, and all Hannah could do was struggle against them. No matter how much she clawed away at the sasaeng’s arms and hands, it was like she felt no pain.

Then they met eyes. Hannah froze. These eyes held so much malice in them. They were so cold. They reminded her of his eyes.

Then the door burst open. She could see Kihyun, her manager, on the other side of the door.

That’s when the sasaeng decided to yank on Hannah’s hair and use that to drag her to the window. Hannah desperately looked at Kihyun, unable to yell due to her throat being in pain. Where was Mark? Why wasn’t he coming? Did the sasaeng get him before her?

She watched as her manager tried to break through the barrier to get to her. Since when had there been glass in her door frame?

Her hair got pulled even harder as the sasaeng pulled her face up.

“If you want to be with my Mark oppa that much, then so be it.”

Hannah couldn’t do anything as the sasaeng pushed her out the window. She glanced at the streets and saw a red spot and familiar pajamas, making her breath hitch in her throat.

“Hannah!”

She shut her eyes. It was impossible for Kihyun to save her at this point.

“Hannah, please!”

It was taking awfully long for her to hit the ground.

“Hannah, wake up!”

What? She was awake. And that wasn’t her manager’s voice.

“Hannah, you’re having a nightmare. Please, wake up!”

With a gasp, the London-born girl sat up, panting in fear. She clutched at her chest and looked to her left. Next to her was none other than her boyfriend. Yangyang looked quite worried as he cautiously moved his hand towards her. Hannah flinched back and got off of the bed, shocking Minnie awake as the pomeranian was sleeping on his mini bed just by the foot of hers.

“I’m fine,” she told Yangyang, “just need a glass of water.”

She walked out of her side of the room, thankful Mark was spending the night at his girlfriend’s place because he would for sure wake up if he were home. She headed over to the window and took a deep breath before looking down from it. Nothing. Barely even any cars or people down there. A relieved sigh made its way out past her lips as she headed to the kitchen. The light footsteps behind her told her that Yangyang had also gotten out of bed and followed her to the kitchen.

“Do you need anything?” he asked her. “Do you want something warm to drink? Or food? I can run down to the convenience store if you like?”

“No, I’m good,” she reassured him and pulled out a glass and a pitcher of water. “I’m just parched. Keep it down, would you? Shotaro and Sungchan might wake up.”

She let the short silence pass between them as Yangyang went to the fridge and took a small carton of milk. Her boyfriend poured the milk into a mug and covered it with a plate before placing it in the microwave.

He leaned against the counter and looked at her with an eyebrow raised. “Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know?”

“I’m genuinely okay,” she tried to ignore the way her voice wavered, “and you should go back to bed. I’ll be right there.”

“I don’t think you’re okay, Hannah.” His gaze was a lot more intense than normal, making her shift a little from one leg to the other. “You had a nightmare bad enough that you were thrashing around. You don’t normally move more than two inches in your sleep. I need you to tell me what happened. Please don’t bottle it up.”

“It was nothing. Don’t think too much about it.”

“And let you overthink about it?” he scoffed as the microwave dinged. She watched as he took the milk out and walked over to her, handing her the mug. “No way. I know it isn’t nothing. Why are you lying to me?”

She bit her lip and looked down at the mug, gingerly taking it from his hands. “Milk? What am I, a toddler?”

“Hannah.”

Meeting her boyfriend’s eyes, she nearly caved completely. She took a sip of the milk and basked in the warmth that spread throughout her body, easing the tension that was forming. A hand made its way to her face, the way the thumb lightly stroked her cheek making her lean into the touch.

This was so different from the tight grasps and painful grips that she could remember. These touches were soft and careful. They were gentle. They weren’t out to get her. In these touches, there was comfort and no fear of being hurt in any way.

She could feel herself choking up. “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

Yangyang didn’t have to be told twice.

She let her boyfriend pull her into a hug, hiding her face in his neck. It was comforting the way he whispered comforting words into her ear. All of a sudden, a hand made it’s way through her hair. A kiss was placed to the side of her head when she flinched, making her relax just a little more. There was no pulling, only reassurance.

After a while, Yangyang lifted her onto the kitchen island and leaned back a little. The way the warmth of his hands spread from where they were placed on her waist made her feel safe. There wasn’t some psycho deranged fan in her dorm out to get her. No, it was 2021, and that person has long been detained. She now lived not only with Mark, but with Sungchan and Shotaro as well. And, she had this amazing boyfriend in front of her who, despite his constant playfulness, was very intent on taking care of her.

“I saw her again,” she whispered to him as he handed her the warm mug of milk. “And Kihyun oppa couldn’t save me this time around. She got to Mark first and—“

Her eyes shut as she remembered the blurry yet clear image of her brother-figure on the ground. It was something she couldn’t say out loud, not without breaking down. As much as she and Mark go back and forth, he did mean a lot to her, and seeing him like that was terrifying, even in a nightmare.

“That wasn’t real, alright?” Yangyang reassured her. “It was a nightmare. You’re safe here. Security’s insanely high now, and that person’s gone.”

“I know.” Her voice was uncharacteristically small as she let Yangyang lightly pull her head down to place a kiss on top of it.

“Drink up,” he gestured to the milk. “Once you finish this, we can go to sleep again. No more nightmares. I’ll be right there.”

She looked at him, incredibly grateful. They had been dating for only a few months, yet he already knew how to calm her down that easily. He saw her bad sides and actually decided to learn about them instead of brushing it off.

She gently placed the mug on the surface next to her as she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s shoulders. He had settled himself between her legs and rested his head on her shoulder while he rubbed her back and traced nonsense words on there.

“Yangyang?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

“For you, anytime.”

[cherienymphe]

Okay, so like, sweet bby Dick Grayson would NEVER but... dark! HC's?? 👀👀👀

Richard Grayson. Dick Grayson. The OG triple OG Robin. The boy wonder. NIGHTWING. aka my husband

• OK SO Dick walks into the manor one day and runs into none other than you. You’re sitting on the couch looking as sweet as can be and our favorite robin is confused bc who are you? Where did you come from? Why are you here? And why are you greeting him with the softest smile he’s ever seen?

• Turns out, you’re Jason’s gf (no affiliation with the Jason Todd HC) and according to the rebellious hothead, you’re the best thing since sliced bread. You’re friendly and you give money to the homeless and you offer to help Alfred clean up every time you’re over. The older man always refuses but it never stops you from offering. It’s just how you were raised

• You like to bake for Jason, extending the offerings to the rest of the batfam too, and as much as your bf likes to deny it, you both know he loves it. You press your lips to the discoloured skin every time he comes home with a new bruise. You love washing his hair when you two bathe together. You knead your fingers into his shoulders and back after a particularly trying day.

• You’re heaven sent. Too good to be true. It’s concerning for Dick, even going so far as to look into your past and follow you around. He quickly comes to his senses though and realizes that you truly are who you appear to be. A sweetheart. A rare shining light in this dark and corrupted city. An angel and.......

• So not right for Jason Todd.

• It’s almost scary how smoothly Dick’s suspicion of you transformed into something a lot worse. Desire. A crippling hunger that eats away at him every time you’re near. It consumes him, so much so that he finds himself wanting to rip Jason’s hands off of you every time he so much as grazes your back with his fingers.

• Dick knows that you’re good for his brother. You make him smile. You soften him in ways the rest of the family never could. You bring out something in the troubled sidekick that they never even knew existed. You make Jason happy. So incredibly fucking nauseatingly happy and Dick. Absolutely. Cannot. Stand it.

• He knows that Bruce has a certain pride about him that he doesn’t have with the others. He knows that Bruce sees him as his first son, even thinking of him so more than his biological son. He knows that he’s the one most people gravitate to, listen to, admire. Jason’s mocking sneer of ‘the golden boy’ never ceased to make Dick feel like shit bc he knew it was true.

• He never enjoyed it though despite what the rest of the fam likes to believe. He always hated the pressure. The suffocating tension in the air that resulted from words unspoken. Of the sickening fear of failing. Disappointing. Not living up to what people expect of him. But the fact that Jason saw you first? The fact that you look at him with such adoration in your eyes when Dick fucking Grayson is standing right here????

• It screws with his head in ways he never thought possible.

• You didn’t choose him. You don’t prefer him. You don’t want him and he hates it. He hates the way you touch Jason and only smile at him. He hates that goodbye wave you give him in the morning after he’d listened to Jason fucking you throughout all hours of the night, like you’re mocking him. He hates that you’re so polite with him but will allow Jason to say the most filthy things to you when you think no ones listening.

• It’s no wonder he did what he did. Everyone has a breaking point, and Dick had been teetering on the edge for months.

• Jason is gone one night. He’s off with Bruce while Dick is tasked with holding down the fort, a rare night in. Only he isn’t alone.

• You’re there too. You didn’t leave this morning like he thought, and he discovers this when he finds you in the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of Jason’s shirts while you make some tea. You don’t even notice him at first and he can’t help but think about how easy it would be. To overpower you. To pin you between himself and the counter. Unlike them, you have no training. Just a regular girl completely unaware of the way his blue eyes hungrily take you in. He’d have you pinned beneath him in seconds.

• He doesn’t though. He makes himself known and some part of him takes pleasure in the way he’s scared you, that brief frightened look in your eyes going straight to his cock. You don’t feel well, you tell him, a soft smile on your perfect lips as you gesture to the tea. He watches as you pour some unidentifiable powdered substance into it. It’ll help you sleep, you tell him, unaware that you are sealing your fate.

• You wish him a goodnight, but it’s only half an hour later when he’s slipping into Jason’s room. His heartbeat is loud in his ears, and guilt swirls in his stomach, but not enough to make him turn around. Definitely not when you’re sprawled along Jason’s sheets so sweetly, legs parted ever so slightly while the end of his shirt brushes the tops of your thighs, tempting Dick.

• He has to know.

• He has to know what Jason experiences. What he feels, what he tastes when he’s with you. He wants to experience that, feel that, taste that too. You don’t even stir when he kisses you, and it can barely even be called a kiss, but it sends fire straight through Dick’s veins and the guilt is gone. He doesn’t care

• He has to have you

• You dont awake until he already has you undressed, and your movements are sluggish, confusion and fatigue eating away at you, but you put up a hell of a fight.

• Dick is stronger though. So much stronger than Jason ever made him out to be, and you can only cry out when his hips connect with yours. His hands are tight on your wrists, cock unrelenting as he thrusts into you. The way you grip him, the way he takes his time and forces you to feel every inch of him. The way he kisses you, the way you turn your head away. The way he wants you to say his name like you do Jason’s, the way you only want to scream for Jason.

• Dick is in heaven while you are in hell.

• You’re not sure how long Dick fucks you into Jason’s sheets, but your throat is dry and eyes are tight from all of your crying when he finally spills into you, a satisfied moan leaving him like he finally took care of an itch he’d been trying to scratch forever.

• You can only sob harder when Dick kisses you, begging you to leave Jason and be with him instead.

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - How a Star is Born ch.I

A Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!

ch.II

AO3 link

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Stanford smiled down at the crib and wiggled his six fingers at the babies snuggled in togas and a blanket made of silk. The girl, Mabel, giggled, her laughter like soft bells, while the boy, Mason, stared with eyes sparkling with admiration. Stanford’s chuckle was low and warm, full of love, and he had mastered the art of scooping both babies into his arms swiftly at the same time, cradling each twin in a strong, soft arm, so neither would feel left out or abandoned.

The small amount of pain in the god’s heart was overshadowed by joy and love for his grandniece and nephew. They were the only family he had now, due to circumstances mostly out of his control, a feeling gods rarely felt and were uncomfortable with. So rather than dwell on this, Stanford chose to channel his thoughts onto his children as he looked forward to raising them as his own.

The open ballroom was filled to the brim with gods and goddesses who had come to welcome the babies, currently dancing and singing along with the muses who provided music. Mabel bounced in Stanford’s hold, eager to dance and sing and play, while Mason held onto Stanford’s toga a little tighter. The god of Intelligence and Ingenuity smiled and gave his grandnephew a small squeeze of reassurance that he was right there for him.

One god ran through the crowd, bumping into people accidentally with his glasses skewed, but he soon emerged, panting and slouched forward before brightening up like a sunflower in the light. Fiddleford, the god of Inspiration, Motivation, and the Messenger of the gods (and god of creative swears, but no one talks about that), fixed his small glasses and greeted his partner with a warm grin. Something seemed a little different about Stanford, but Fiddleford ignored it to focus on more important matters.

“Fiddleford! You made it!” Stanford gently laid the twins down and hugged him, a bit uncharacteristic for him, but Fiddleford was happy nonetheless.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world!” He replied with a pat on Stanford’s back and they both looked down at the babies, who were observing the stranger, one with delight and one with slight confusion. “How beautiful.” He awed and waved at the new gods. “What’re their names?”

“Mason and Mabel.”

“Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. Oh, what’s that on Mason’s forehead?” Fiddleford asked and reached a hand to gently wipe the baby’s forehead, thinking it was a thread or something, but Stanford gently grabbed his wrist and said firmly,

“Nothing worth mentioning.”

Fiddleford swallowed, his eyes glancing down at the six fingers that stopped him, and he nodded in understanding. Clearly Stanford didn’t want unimportant differences to be accidentally weaponized against his nephew, or his niece for that matter. 

“Oh! Almost forgot.” Fiddleford reached into his endless satchel and pulled out a large bouquet of flowers and herbs. “For ya, my friend. Welcome t’the Dad Club!”

Stanford’s cheeks and ears turned pinkish as he accepted the bouquet. “Thank you, but I’m not a father…”

“Aw, hush, you’re as good as!” Fiddleford swatted his friend’s statement away. “And I brought my gifts for the wittle ones, too.” The skinny god reached into his satchel again and this time pulled out two metals with a lightning bolt hanging over a mountain, a field, and the sea. On the back, one read “Mabel” and one read “Mason” with a snap of Fiddleford’s fingers, having a bit of skill with metal. “There we are.”

“Thank you, buddy, they’re perfect.” Stanford watched as Fiddleford draped them around each baby’s neck. He was a bit worried of the necklaces choking the babies, but he swallowed his worry. They were gods, for crying out loud. What could ever happen to them?

Mabel instantly grabbed her metal and began to gnaw on it. Mason saw this and gave it a try, and then got excited and teethed far more vigorously. Stanford laughed and gently prided the gifts out of their gums, tickling their ribs and smiling as the babies cooed and laughed and grabbed his twelve fingers lovingly.

Fiddleford smiled and finally pinpointed what was so different about his old friend; he was the happiest Fiddleford had seen him in a long, long time.

“So, what gift will ya give ‘em, Fordsie?” Fiddleford asked casually.

Stanford prided his hands away from the babies as he smiled at them. “I have just the thing for them. They’re already so characteristic and different.” Stanford clapped his hands together and in a small cloud of lightning, a music box teleported into his palm, a gift he had crafted carefully well into the night. “For Mabel, something to soothe her far better than my lousy voice.”

Fiddleford rolled his eyes, an argument against the harsh statement on his lips, but he bit it back as he watched Stanford open the little chest and wind it, a tiny sailboat on a wave out at sea, rocking to the soft lullaby. Mabel and Mason’s soft brown eyes grew wide with admiration and Mabel reached up her chubby arms for the gift, giggling at the music. Stanford chuckled and placed it by the crib so the twins could watch the ship sail. While it may have been for Mabel, he was glad both of his children could enjoy it.

“And for Mason,” Stanford clapped his hands again, another cloud of lightning appeared between his hands as he pulled them apart, and a blue book decorated with a golden forest laid in his palm, thick but empty and ready to be filled with knowledge. “I’m afraid this one will have to wait until he is a little older, but it will help him to have somewhere to put his many thoughts.”

Mason’s eyes sparkled like stars and he clenched his tiny hands for it. Stanford laughed and played along, giving it to the baby to see what he would do, and the men were amused when Mason snuggled with it like it was a stuffed toy and Mabel ran her little fingers over the golden forest, finding it pretty and appealing to the eye.

The music box was still playing, slowly making the twins tired. With a sleeping Mason on top of the journal and Mabel snuggling with her brother, Stanford tucked their blanket in to keep them warm and comforted, and even kissed each baby on the cheek to wish them a peaceful slumber. And no, Fiddleford was not crying behind his friend.

“How sentimental.” A voice said from the opposite side of the vast room, and yet everyone heard it and fell silent and looked at the direction the chilly tone came from.

The gods came in many different shapes and sizes, but this god was the farthest from a human-like appearance than any other, a golden triangle with a black toga over his shoulder, the strange god floating so though he was the size of most heads, he was eye-level. That eye, that single eye, was cold and yellow with a slitted pupil, like a cat. And yet, Stanford grinned at the sight of him.

Bill, Master of the Mind and Ruler of the Underworld, as appointed by Stanford long ago, was not oblivious to the cold greeting and asked, “Yeesh, this an audience or a mosaic?”

“Bill, my friend, you finally made it.” Stanford greeted warmly as the triangle floated to him and managed to put on an eye that wrinkled in a half-convincing smile. “How is the Underworld?”

“Eh, you know, a little dark, a little gloomy,” Bill answered, tilting his hand back and forth in a so-and-so way. “And as always, full of dead people, whatcha gonna do? Ah, those the little knuckleheads? How cute.” Bill swiftly past Fiddleford, who seemed to have been standing in front of the crib, and the triangle floated over the sleeping babies, creating a change in lighting with a dark shadow over them.

Mabel and Mason stirred and Stanford smiled at his close friend and newest (and only) family members meeting. Both of the babies stared at Bill with wide eyes and blank expressions. Fiddleford read their expressions as fearful; Stanford read their expressions as surprised.

“Hm, they’re strong, like their great-uncle.” Bill observed, his eye peering at them deeply. “Powerful little tykes.”

“You really think so?” Stanford said optimistically as he stood by his friend’s side, smiling down at the babies.

“Oh, you bet. Heck, these guys one day could take on the greatest monsters the world as ever known.” Bill said, a master at hiding his bitterness at the back of his throat.

“Now, why don’t you grab some wine? Best there is! Join the celebration, live a little.” Stanford offered, gently elbowing the triangle, who drifted a few inches away as he chuckled coldly.

“Love to, babe, but unlike you other gods lounging around up here, I regretfully have a full time gig I gotta attend to. Can’t. Love to, but can’t.” Bill sneered and turned to leave.

“Good riddance.” Fiddleford mumbled under his breath, back in front of the crib with his feet firmly on the clouds, determined not to leave the twins’ side again.

“Really, Bill, you should slow down,” Stanford advised friendly. “You’ll work yourself to death.” The god paused as Fiddleford laughed behind him, then snorted and chuckled as he realized his unintentional joke. The whole room burst into laughter, grateful for something to lighten the tension on the mountain top, and Bill slipped away.

Fiddleford stood next to his friend and patted his shoulder. “Really, Stanford, I don’t trust that guy any farther than I can throw him.”

“Fiddleford, he’s my friend.” Stanford gently reminded him. “If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be where I am right now. I owe him all I have, and besides, I know how it feels to be looked down upon and judged.” The god held his right hand with his left, re-counting his fingers. Six. It was always six and always would be six.

The partners were distracted from their conversation at hearing Mabel laughing. They turned to find Mason hiding behind his journal and poking out from behind, playing peek-a-boo, and Mabel squealing with laughter and wiggling her arms with joy. Stanford and Fiddleford smiled and resumed their positions by the new gods’ side.

~~~~~~~~~~

The Underworld was better than the Nightmare Realm in some ways, but worse in others. Bill’s powers were limited in the Underworld. It was cold and icy, rather than hot and fiery, like it was in the Nightmare Realm. Bill had way fewer allies here than in the Nightmare Realm, but he had more souls to vex his frustrations out on in the Underworld, and hey this place wasn’t crippling and bound to fall apart any minute, that was nice.

But what got under Bill’s bricks was the fact that he was so close. He almost had this dimension in his grasp, but he needed the help of his army to take control. If he were to strike now he would lose. He had a plan, he knew what to do, but with those two pains in the picture Bill needed to make sure they wouldn’t be in his way.

In a burst of blue fire, Bill appeared just outside of his pyramid-shaped castle and bellowed, “GIDEON!”

A chubby child with white hair up in a bun my dead twigs and a cold, icy baby-blue toga appeared smugly with a platter of worms and cockroaches. “Which will it be, my Lord…”

“Worms later, kid, just let me know the second Time Baby’s ready to talk.”

“Oh, he’s coming in… twelve seconds.”

“Thanks, go clip some Threads of Life for a few minutes.” Bill instructed as he floated inside the castle and to his high throne. A crystal orb was glowing and buzzing, and when Bill was sitting comfortably, leaning on his knuckles, the orb grew and displayed a picture of the one god Bill hated more than Sixer. “Time Baby.”

“Cipher,” The baby said in a deep, low voice. “What do you wish of me?”

“I wanna cash in that favor.” Bill stated plainly. “I have all the knowledge of the present and the past, but not the future, but you do.”

“We know that, and we know I owe you a favor, no need to narrate.” Time Baby growled. “Just tell me what you want to know so I can be on my way.”

“Sixer’s got two little brats hanging on his toga. Are they gonna get in my way or what?”

Time Baby sighed, tired and bored, and gave Bill the answer he wanted. “Eighteen years from your present date, the planets will align. When this happens, a weak spot in the dimension will form, just weak enough for you to be able to break a hole and have your allies join you. When this happens, you will finally dethrone Stanford and be free to rule.”

“YES!”

“But… if both of the twins should fight, you will lose.” And Time Baby was gone with a small pop.

Bill was still as a statue for a minute or two, until he burst into red flames with a glowing red eye and screamed, “WHAAAAAAT?!”

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Gideon and Bill stood side by side at the entrance to the deepest, darkest chamber in the underworld. They both smiled darkly with eyes that gleamed with sickening joy.

“Gideon?”

“Bill,”

“Got a riddle for you.” Bill led the way in through the piles of bones, to a ghostly waterfall that had it’s priceless treasure suspended from the ground. “How do you kill a god?”

Gideon’s grin widened and twisted excitedly as Bill grabbed the tiny bottle of poison. “You make ‘em mortal.”

“You got it, Short Stack.” Bill handed him the bottle and said, “Give Sixer some time. He’s so worried about losing them they sleep in his room. The dweeb will convince them to be moved to their own room. That’s when you strike. I don’t care if you do it in Olympus or not, just give the kids the potion and kill them and don’t get caught.”

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Bill was right; Stanford had their crib be by his bed their first month. Mostly to make sure they were taken care of, but if he was being honest it was to make sure they were safe.

Stanford was the happiest he had been in so long. Throwing lightning bolts to explode for the laughing babies, singing songs while Fiddleford played his harp, tickling their round baby bellies and reading them stories for bed and watching the young gods grow smarter and stronger. Stanford was pleasantly surprised how well he was at taking care of the children, first worried he was not equipped for the task, but Fiddleford, who had a human son on Earth, was a good friend and was always there to help.

One night the great-uncle took his time tucking the twins into the crib, making sure Mason had his journal, which he never slept without, and that Mabel’s music box would last a few minutes. “Ford, they’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“They’re still so young.” Stanford muttered. “Maybe they should stay in my room a few more nights.”

“Now, don’t ya worry yourself into a lightnin’ storm, they’ll have each other. They’ll be okay.” Fiddleford patted his back and walked the worried god out of the nursery, leaving the babies happily sleeping as they snuggled close.

Fiddleford later went on to deliver his messages and Stanford laid in his large bed to try to rest, a difficult task with his room feeling much bigger now and more intimidating, but he managed to fall asleep with his arms wrapped around his cloud-pillow.

In the dead of night, long after the music box fell silent, Mabel drooled in her sleep while Mason sucked on his toga. A dark shadow loomed over them, stirring them, and Mabel gasped and her breath was caught in her throat.

Stanford blinked drowsily as he heard a tumble, a crash, and what sounded like Mabel crying. No, not crying, screaming. The great-uncle immediately jumped out of bed and ran for his niece and nephew’s nursery, yelling, “I’M COMING!”

He threw the curtain out of his way and hurried to the crib that had been thrown over and lying on the front, Mabel still screaming and crying her little heart out. Stanford threw himself to his knees before the mess and dug around the sheets and blanket for his children, heart pounding and hands quivering. “Mason! Mabel! I’m here, I’m here!”

Stanford pulled back a sheet to reveal Mabel, lying on her stomach and wailing with hot tears streaming down her face. The god scooped her up and held her close to his warm chest as he scanned her for injuries. A little bruise was forming on her chest, but she would be okay. Stanford quickly turned his attention to the silent child, terrified something was wrong. “Mason! Mason!”

Stanford turned the whole crib upside down with one arm, scrambling for his nephew. He had to be here somewhere, they were fine, the bed only toppled over, right? Right?! But the baby was nowhere to be seen. 

Mabel continued to cry, her heart sounding broken, and Stanford ignored the single tear escaping his right eye to try to find his missing boy. “Mason! Mason! MASON!”

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Lightning attacked the sky angrily. A raven with a baby dangling from it’s talons flew down from the heavens onto a rocky valley, ignoring the wails from the one-month-old. It dropped the baby lazily before transforming into Gideon’s true form.

“Shut up already!” He growled, pulled out the bottle from his toga, and popped it in Mason’s mouth. The baby quickly drank the sweet potion, his heavenly glow fading as he did so. Gideon grinned and hissed, “C’mon, c’mon! Every last drop, kid.”

“Who’s there?”

Gideon jumped, turned into a snake, and slithered behind the rocks to hide, leaving Mason alone to cry and the bottle to shatter, spilling a drop into the dirt.

A hefty man with a buck tooth and worker’s clothes turned a corner with a lantern in his hand. “Over here, Melody!”

A woman with dirty blonde curls joined him, gasped, and slowly knelt beside the baby and tenderly scooped him up. “Oh, you poor thing.” She cooed. “I know, I know. It’s alright.”

“Hello! Dudes? Any dudes out there?” The big guy called out.

“Soos, I think he’s been abandoned.” Melody said sadly as the baby began to calm down.

“Poor dude.” Soos said as he petted the baby’s head and smiled. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you, lil’dawg. Hey, look, a necklace.” Soos flipped it over after seeing the symbol of the gods and read off the name. “Mason. Huh. His name’s Mason.”

“What a sweet boy.” Melody complimented as Mason grabbed her finger and observed her with eyes filled with wonder. “Why would anyone leave him here?”

“I dunno, sweetie. Whoa, what’s that on his forehead?” Soos shined the lantern to his forehead to make sure it wasn’t ants or a rash, but no. It was just a birthmark. “Oh. Phew. Just some angel kisses. That’s what Abuelita calls them. Hey, looks kinda like a dipper, y’know?”

“It does.” Melody giggled. “Well, let’s take Dipper here home.”

Gideon hissed angrily as the couple walked off with the baby. Oh, well. He got rid of one twin, that was good enough, right? And besides, what chance did a stupid mortal have against the Demon of the Nightmare Realm?

[messmertheimpaler]

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓 Sawyer + Gianna!!

SAWYER

- he was really short growing up so he's a little sensitive about his height, especially with roy being a few inches taller than him and he hates it

- his first kiss was with one of his friends before he got with his then gf. he was afraid when he realized he liked kissing his guy friend, then confused because he liked girls too so it was a weird time in his life where he thought something was wrong with him up until he got to L.A. and met some ppl who filled in the blanks and made him realize he was bisexual

- sawyer doesn't like to visit his parents during the holidays so he'll guilt his brother and sister to make sure they're going to visit so he's not the only one there

GIANNA

- she got married with her high school sweetheart immediately after graduating high school and moved to new york with him. they got divorced after four years due to him being away from home a lot and they began to realize they weren't compatible like they used to be.

- shortly after her divorce, her dad passed away, which led her to coming back to wayhaven, and then joining the police academy. due to her running off to get married and her father's death, her relationship with rebecca is highly strained. she can't be in the same room as her mom without getting annoyed and has had no intention with resolving her issues with rebecca.

- she's hooked up with bobby and tina, but she realized she and tina make better friends and was thankful that tina felt the same.

[trashhearts67]

Sam watches as Dean flirts with some rando at the library. His stomach twists, Burns with jealousy. They were supposed to hang out tonight. Guess the odds of that aren’t great now.

Fuck this. He’s not putting up with Dean brushing him off for some chick again. He knows just how to play his brother and it’s about time he starts using it.

Sam’s Foolproof Plan

1) get pissy

2) snap at Dean about his stupid new gf when he asks what’s up

3) sulk

4) wait and reap (because if one thing is true, it’s that Dean can’t stand for Sam to be mad at him)

Two hours later they’re getting in the car, and he noticed Dean didn’t even glance back towards where the girl had been.

“No date tonight?” Sam asks, playing it chill. Maybe a little bit of attitude in there.

“Nah. Figured I’d hang with my little brother. How lame right?”

“So lame.” Sam replies as he smiles at the passenger window.

Gotcha

That night Dean has brought out a joint he had, shares it with Sam.

“What were you hoping would happen?” Sam asks. “With her?”

“Mm, Nicole? Oh I know exactly.” Dean says, exhaling smoke slowly. God Sam could watch that for hours. “Could smell her cotton candy lips from where I was standing. Bet they would’ve felt really nice...”

Sam scoffs. “A girl’s lips smell sweet enough, and that’s all it takes?”

“Well, it would beat being here, not getting head.” Dean teases. “And I never said I wasn’t easy.”

Sam reaches into his backpack next to the couch. Knows he shoved it in there somewhere...

“What you doin?”

“Well if that’s all it takes...” Sam closes his hand around what he was looking for, drags it out, and pops the cap.

“Is that-“ Dean sits up.

Cherry Lip Smacker Chapstick. It’s no cotton candy...but it’ll have to do. Sam looks Dean straight in the eye as he lifts it to his lips and starts applying it liberally.

“Sammy.” Dean says, warning in his voice. Leans forward, creeping toward Sam’s side of the couch despite himself.

And there’s been...stuff. Between them. Kissing. A little bit of fumbling at each other’s crotches. But this is-this is blatant.

Sam’s tired of waiting, dammit.

He caps the chapstick, presses his lips together. Dean’s eyes flick from his eyes to his lips. He licks his own.

Sam crawls into Dean’s space, between his legs. Swipes the joint from Dean’s hand and takes a hit before putting it out and setting it aside.

“I may not be Nicole, but I figure...you’re probably still just as easy.” Sam smirks, smoke pouring out of his mouth.

“Fuck.” Dean just stares at him—at his lips. Swallows and then

still says nothing. It’s as if he’s been rendered speechless, all by the power of girly lip product.

Sam lifts an eyebrow, “Well?”

Dean makes eye contact. Then just sits there.

“You gonna pull it out or what, Dean? I’m not doing all the work here.”

Dean finally gets with the program, and Sam’s never seen his brother fumble so much in his life. And he fights monsters for a living.

Dean gets his jeans undone just enough, and then shoves them down a few inches with his boxers.

Sam’s mouth waters. His brother’s cock is-

“-so fuckin pretty” Sam breathes, tracing a finger along the shaft. Dean groans.

“Of course you don’t shut up during this either. You’re gonna kill me.”

“Or...you could find a way to shut me up...” Sam grins.

Dean grabs him by the back of the head and kisses him, moans at the tacky feel and strong scent of artificial cherry. He’ll never be able to think of anything else again any time he smells it.

Sam could get lost in kissing Dean. Dean really knows what he’s doing, and there’s a slight possibility Sam came in his pants the first time they made out.

Sammy’s always been a fast learner. Especially in things he’s interested in. So he gives as good as he gets, drawing little noises from his brother’s throat.

They pull away from the kiss, eyes still closed, touching foreheads.

“You’ll tell me?” Sam says, some nerves finally creeping into his voice, “if I’m doing it wrong or-“

“Yeah, Sammy, ‘course.”

And that’s all he needs to hear before he’s sliding down between his big brother’s legs. Dean wiggles a bit, so he can lean against the arm of the couch.

Sam licks the head of Dean’s cock and Dean thinks this isn’t lasting long at all.

When Sam wraps his lips around him, that perfect, cherry scented O sucking him down, Dean knows he’s not gonna last.

“Oh fuuuck me, baby boy. That’s. That’s real good.”

Sam gives a tiny moan and it sends sparks racing up Dean’s spine.

He directs as best he can while having his entire world rock on its foundation. Tells him “no teeth”, “use your hand when you can’t-yeah just like that”, and so much praise that Dean loses track of what he’s even saying.

But Sammy. Sammy eats it up—the praise that is. He’s moaning constantly, drooling so much that his hand is slipping through it where he’s working the base of Dean’s dick, and he’s destroying any and all blowjobs Dean may get from someone else in the future.

And Dean, he tries to stay still but he can’t stop his hips from pushing up just a bit. At one point he’s barely holding back from thrusting, and suddenly hands grip his hips like steel clamps. Sam looks up at him, shoves him hard into to couch cushion and growls, “stay.”

He feels the rumble from Sam’s throat in his thigh and in his balls, and that mixed with the command in his tone, and the strength and cherry red, swollen lips—it hits him like a current of electricity, surprising his orgasm out of him just like that.

Neither one of them are prepared, and he nails Sam right in the face. Streaks of come on his cheek and across his mouth and chin.

Sam looks shocked and Dean just whines. Then paws at his brother until he’s dragging him up his body.

“Jesus, that’s hot. Sam. You’re so fucking hot.” He slams their mouths together. Sam gasps and Dean takes full advantage, picking up his own mess around Sam’s lips and feeding it to him.

“Oh, Dean, I-“ Sam can barely get the words out between the onslaught. “Dean, please”

“I got you. Hold on, sweetheart.” And with no warning, Dean shoves his hand down Sam’s pants and starts jacking him mercilessly.

It takes less than a minute, and Sam’s shouting into Dean’s mouth as he comes all over his hand.

After a long silence, Dean mumbles, “Think I prefer cherry anyway.”

Sam smiles into his brother’s neck.

[hqkj]

she’s here · kaia

date & location — wed. feb 5, 2020 / vancouver, bc. tl;dr — the apa’s welcome a new family member featuring — @maiimitchell, charlie mitchell, emma brown (charlie’s gf) trigger warning(s) — NONE

KJ: Emma was due any day. A walking piñata and the prize inside? His soon to be best little friend, his daughter. Her ankles were swollen to double the size and that in itself was enough of an indicator, right? Over the last few weeks, KJ and Maia had tried to spend as much time with Emma and Charlie as they could without coming off as overbearing or smothering. It was a thin line to walk but as the days counted down to the official due date, it became harder and harder to contain their excitement. No matter how excited he was, however, the young actor still had to go to work. At the present, that is where he was: sitting on the floor of his trailer, waiting for the next scene to get set up so they could shoot. HIs phone vibrated beside him but, lost in his script, KJ didn’t bother looking up. It stopped. It started again. He ignored it. It stopped. A short pulse. Another short pulse. A third. Annoyed, he grabbed his phone. Two missed calls from Maia. Three texts: EMMA’S WATER BROKE. IT’S HAPPENING. BABY COMING.

Maia: Maia knew how scared Emma was about having this baby. KJ and her had been able to take some worry away when they decided to adopt the little girl growing in her belly but there was little they could do to ease the stress of having push the baby out. Maia did her best to distract the younger brunette, bringing movies over to watch with her and trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Today was the one day she’d planned to stay home and finish getting the babies nursery stocked up. Everything their friends had sent them had been washed or assembled and was ready to be put away. She’d just started filling the dresser with fresh onesies when her phone rang and Charlie told her Emma had gone into labour. In a panic Maia quickly called KJ. Emma wasn’t due until the weekend and she wasn’t even sure KJ could get off work at this point. Rushing her way to the hospital found herself in an empty waiting room, pacing the floor as she waited for any more news from Charlie and Emma. In all the commotion these past few weeks they never had figured out how this part went. Did they go into the delivery room? Did they wait here until a nurse brought them to meet their daughter? These were the things the parenting books hadn't taught her and the lack of clarity had her getting more anxious by the second.

KJ: “She’s coming...she’s coming!” Scrambling to his feet, KJ grabbed the nearest jacket - Archie’s football letterman jacket - and practically leapt from his trailer, taking off towards the parking lot. “I gotta go--” He ran into (literally ran into, collided with) the episode’s director, stammering his excuses, praying that the plan he’d set up with production would stand...even a week earlier than expected. “My -- my daughter’s coming!” Not slowing down an inch, he only heard the faint calls coming from behind him, assuring him he’d still have a job waiting for him upon his return. The car ride there was a blur and soon, the redhead was bolting through the front doors of Vancouver General. He was all but shouting Maia’s name, unsure where to find them. Of all the talks that had been had in the days before Lilah’s arrival, a step-by-step hospital plan hadn’t been one. Had they all gone into a delivery room already? Looking around, KJ found a familiar head of messy brown hair, pacing. “Hey hey, I’m here.” He wrapped his arms around her, catching her body mid motion. “How’s Emma and Char? Where are they? Did they go in? Are we gonna go in? What’s happening?” His mind and heard and body were going a mile a minute. He needed to breathe. After a deep breath in and out, he looked down at his wife. “Our girl is almost here.”

Maia: Maia continued to pace, wearing a hole in the linoleum floors.  Her mind racing as she wondered if KJ would make it, if Lilah would have a safe delivery, if Emma was okay. While Maia had been unusually calm in the weeks leading up to this it seemed she was falling back into her old worrisome ways. Her thoughts were interrupted by  the sound of a familiar voice behind her. The thick accent was unmistakable and much needed. “Kaje,” she exhaled softly, her arms wrapping around him as he pulled her close. “You made it! I wasn’t sure they’d let you leave.” For a minute she just hugged him tightly, letting some of her stress melt away. “I don’t know, they haven’t told me anything. Charlie said the doctor was checking her out to see how dilated she is. I don’t know—- we never talked about that. The nurse said in these sort of situations they can take the baby from one delivery room into another where we can be waiting and see her right away. That way it’s not traumatic for the birth mum and the baby still gets to bond with a parent and be soothed after being born. Is that okay with you? We wouldn’t be in the delivery room but we’d get to see her right away.” She knew how Emma and Charlie felt and was sure the less time they spent with the baby today the better they’d feel. “I can’t believe she’s almost here.”

KJ: “No one was gonna be able to keep me away,” he murmured into her hair, their bodies swaying slightly as they took a moment to embrace one another. “Go in with her. Be with Emma, she’s gonna need someone to help her through this. Things are rocky between the two of them, Charlie not wanting to be in the room when it happens is understandable and Emma not wanting me in there goes without saying. I’ll stay with Char in the other room, hang with him, but I feel like Lilah Love should have at least one of us there when she rips into the world. Hopefully Emma won’t mind.” While there was very little about this entire pregnancy/adoption that fell into the traditional category, KJ was still very much a traditionalist and his not wanting Lilah to be brought into the world without the people she would know as her parents present was simply his parental instincts beginning to kick in. “And then you can bring her to me whenever you get the green light. Would you do that for me, babes? I’d feel a lot less anxious knowing you were in there in case something goes wrong.” They said it all the time, the two of them, that they were a team; where one ended, the other began and this was just another perfect example to that claim. Maia could represent for the both of them and if hers was the very first face Lilah saw, the kid would start her life off right.

Maia: Maia squeezed him a little tighter as he told her no one could keep him away from their daughter. It was crystal clear to her that he was ready to be a father and would stop at nothing to be the best man he could be. Pulling back Maia met his gaze, wanting to make sure he was really okay with her going in and being with their daughter "Are you sure? I didn't want you to be all alone out here." She appreciated him wanting to stay with Charlie, she knew he didn't want to be in the room. He wanted to separate the thought of this baby being his mistake and focus on it being the little niece he's going to love the hell out of. "I'll do it, I'll go support Emma and help bring our little girl into this world. But you better be ready to cry and fall in love when I bring her to you," she smiled up at KJ before pecking his lips." Time moved slower as she made her way down the hall to Emma's room, hugging her brother and whispering "I got this" in his ear. She'd never forget the look of sheer relief on his face as he realized his sister was coming to the rescue yet again. "KJ is in the waiting room waiting for you. He'll buy you some coffee." Charlie gave Emma a kiss and whispered some motivational words before heading off to meet his brother in law. Maia was sure she heard the sigh of relief as he walked out the door. Now it was time for Maia to be Emma's rock and get her through one of the hardest things she'd ever do.

KJ: “I love you and I promise I’ll be a bonafide basketcase the second I see her. It’s the least I can do. Now go. Be your superwoman self and give some of that badass energy to Ems. Pretty sure she’s gonna need it about now.” With that, he watched his wife disappear behind a set of swinging double doors. Next time he saw her, she’d have their daughter in her arms. Talk about a mindbending thought. Did KJ want to bear witness to the birth of his first child? Of course. But right now, Team Apa needed to be in two places at once and this was the only arrangement that made sense. Maia and her freakish memory would just have to retell the entire experience in a few days time when the sheer chaos of Lilah’s arrival calmed down. Jill wasn’t even set to fly in for two more days, not expecting the baby to come early. By the time KJ rejoined Charlie in the waiting room - the Kiwi actor double fisting hot vending machine coffees - he could hear Jill’s voice echoing, radiating from the facetime call happening on Charlie’s phone. Exhaustion waved over him the second he collapsed on the seat beside his brother in law. He remained silent, simply listening to Charlie and Jill speak in hushed but excited tones, making plans for when Mama Mitchell touched down. “And KJ.” His mother-in-law’s voice directed at him caused his attention to focus back. Charlie tipped the phone until he saw himself in the bottom corner. Jill wore a large smile, her eyes glassed with obvious emotion. “Congratulations, sweetheart.”

Maia: Maia always said she couldn't love KJ more than she already did, her heart was full beyond capacity because of him. But in moments like this it was like she could feel her heart grow a little bigger just so she could love him some more. "I love you and the next time I see you I'll be bringing you our little girl." Maia beamed up at him before saying her goodbyes and making her way into the maternity ward. At this point Maia saw Emma in an entirely different light. Over the last month Emma had moved from her brothers girlfriend to her babies birth mother to her friend. They girls had spent enough time together lately that she felt honoured to be in the room next to her, talking her through the painful contractions and fears of child birth. It took hours before Emma was finally dilated enough for the nurse to get the doctor. "Just a little while longer, you're almost there. I can see the baby start to crown so I'm going to page the doctor, okay?" The words coming out of the nurses mouth felt too surreal. Before the doctor could arrive Maia typed out a text to KJ. 'It's showtime!' she text him, butterflies spinning around her stomach as she prepared for their whole life to change.  The sweat and tears it took to bring Lilah into the world left Maia feeling a whole new sense of admiration for the mothers of the world. "Is she okay? Did I do okay? Maia--- is your little girl alright?" Emma asked, breathlessly after passing the after birth. Meanwhile a nurse had moved the baby to the far side of the room to clean her up and clear her lungs and Maia couldn't take her eyes off them. "You did amazing! She's here and she looks perfect. They're just cleaning her up, don't you worry okay? You did. You're okay now. You just breathe and relax!"

KJ: Hours passed. He knew babies sometimes took their sweet time making their grand entrance but this was bordering on ridiculous. He knew Lilah wasn’t biologically his but this whole diva act, making everyone wait on her? That was something he would do. This was something he hoped would eventually stop: his bad habit of constantly searching for things about her that could potentially be attributed to him. It more than likely came from that insecurity he felt deep down in his chest, the one he had tried to convince himself didn’t actually exist, the one that picked at the frays of his heart and reminded him that he wasn’t Lilah’s father and that he never would be. Before he could go too far down this rabbit hole, his phone buzzed with Maia’s update. He hit Charlie on the shoulder and showed his screen, both boys instinctively sitting up a little straighter in their seats. It was such a surreal thought, to think somewhere a few rooms down, Emma was giving birth to the tiny little girl everyone was waiting so eagerly to meet. Him especially. About half an hour later, a nurse came in and escorted them into the maternity ward, guiding them to an unoccupied room that had a rocking chair beside the bed before letting him know Maia and the newborn would join them momentarily. Somewhere down the hall, a baby cried and don’t ask him how but KJ knew. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, so quiet he wasn’t even sure Charlie had heard him. And just like that, any nasty insecurities he had let himself buy into vanished. He was officially a dad, he had a daughter...there was no other truth. 

Maia: Exhausted, and rightfully so, Emma leaned back against the bed and smiled up at Maia. “We did it,” she sighed. Emma had put a lot of stress on herself these last few weeks. So many people were counting on her to deliver this perfect baby to KJ and Maia and she was so worried she’d fall short. What if the baby was ugly? What if it was born with some sort of a disorder? All these thoughts and more ran through her head right until she saw Maia grinning ear to ear at her and telling her the baby was okay. “You’re going to make a great Mum Maia,” she whispered once more before the nurse told her to rest. The doctors escorted Maia out to stitch Emma up and prep her to head over to recovery. Her only request was that she send Charlie to her room when she saw him. In other room a nurse cleared the baby, telling Maia she was breathing on her own and had a strong heart beat. When she passed the baby over to her she felt herself fall in love all over again. Looking down she laid eyes on her daughter in her arms for the first time. Her bottom lip trembling from being in the cold air outside the womb. “Oh you’re just like Mama, you don’t like the cold either.” Her eyes were filling with happy tears as she rocked the baby and tried to keep her warm. “Your husband is in the maternity room down the hall waiting for the two of you. You can take your time heading over and a nurse will meet you both there in about a half hour for her first feeding. We’ll show you both how to help her take the bottle.” The nurses soft and sweet voice was appreciated as they tried to help Maia navigate the day her whole life changed.After spending a few minutes just staring at her daughter and memorizing her little face Maia felt it was finally time for her to meet KJ. “C’mon little bug, I think Daddy’s waiting for us.” Maia only got a few steps into the hall when Lilah began to fuss, reminding her that the baby was probably getting hungry. “I know, baby I know. We’ll get you some milk in just a second okay?” She held her to her chest, kissing the soft hair on the top of her head. Rounding the corner she poked her head into the room, her face lighting up when she saw KJ. “Look who I found Little bug.” Lowering her back down to cradle in her arms she showed KJ Lilah for the first time. “There’s Daddy!” She smiled so wide it almost hurt as she extended her arms out to offer KJ the baby. Once she’d passed her off her hugged Charlie and whispered a thank you in his ear. There was a quick congratulations from him before he went off to find Emma and give them some alone time. “Isn’t she perfect?” she whispered to KJ.

KJ: Soon enough, Maia appeared in the doorway, a tiny pink bundle cradled in her arms. The edges of the blanket peaked high enough that, from his vantage point, he couldn’t see her face until Maia was beside him. But once she was there, once his gaze found Lilah’s little face, his normally steady breathing hitched. Her tiny nose, her tiny closed eyes, her tiny mouth forming a tiny O as she cried. And then Maia was extending her arms, offering him his first opportunity to hold his daughter. “Are you sure?” He whispered, suddenly second guessing everything he knew about childcare. Taking a deep breath, he took Lilah in his arms, mimicking the pose he’d seen Maia sporting moments before. The infant squirmed in his arms and all KJ could think was don’t drop her, don’t drop her, don’t drop her. He watched as Maia and Charlie hugged each other and exchanged hushed words, his gaze quickly returning to Lilah who seemed to be calming herself, snuggling into the crook of his arm. She was so small, it was unreal. He could hold her head in one hand and she fit lengthwise on his forearm. Charlie left and Maia returned to his side as he sat on the edge of the bed, allowing his wife to sit in the rocking chair. “She’s beautiful,” he agreed, his eyes welling up as the gravity of reality finally settled upon him. “This is it,” the young man mused, his eyes never leaving Lilah and her perfect face. “Our very first moment as a family of 3.” Only then did he force himself to look away from his daughter and instead at his wife. His smile beamed as he moved to hand her back before he gave into his deep urge to squeeze her way too tight.

Maia: “Mhm, you got this,” she whispered to him. Once she passed over the baby she traced a circle with her palm along his back. Silent words of encouragement that he would be great with their daughter. Seeing KJ hold Lilah and fall as in love with her as Maia was truly made her heart feel so full. She wished she could stop time and hold onto this moment right here for a while longer. “She’s a little fussy. The nurse said she’s going to bring buy a fresh bottle and help us do her first feeding in a few minutes.” Like an allstar dad KJ seemed to have no problem soothing her and getting her to calm down. Pulling out her phone Maia snapped a photo of Lilah snuggling into KJs arms and sent it to the family group chat with the caption, “I think he’s in love!”. As soon as she saw the tears in his eyes she knew she was a goner. She’d be a sobbing mess if he kept this up! “The Apa family are finally all together.” Slipping into the rocking chair she made herself comfortable before KJ passed their daughter back to her. “It’s scary how much I love something so tiny,” she chuckled softly. “Lilah Love, you the best gift your Daddy ever gave me. I’m so thankful for you both!” With misty eyes she bowed her head down and kissed her soft newborn cheeks.

KJ: He heard the snap sound of Maia taking what would go down in history as the first picture he had with his daughter, a sound that made him smile down at Lilah even bigger. He wanted to memorize every single winkle on her face, the shape of her fingernails, the dip of the bridge on her little nose. “Lilah, it’s Dad. Welcome to the family, sweet girl. We’re so glad you’re finally here.” In an afternoon of firsts, her tiny fist gripping his pinky finger perhaps topped them all. Once Lilah was back in Maia’s arms, KJ took his turn to sit back and soak in the scene before him. As adamant as they’d both been about waiting to start their family, he couldn’t deny how right this all looked and felt. Her whispered words to their daughter brought another wave of tears to his brown eyes. Lowering himself, he pressed a kiss atop Maia’s bowed head, one hand resting lightly on Lilah’s, his thumb brushing gentle strokes against the dark brown fuzz of hair she was already sporting. “This might have started off looking like another one of our off-the-cuff decisions but this is exactly--” His words caught in his throat, choking on a quiet sob. “Exactly how our family was supposed to start, wasn’t it? This is how everything was meant to happen.”

Maia: Happening in front of her was the exact moment that KJ was falling head over heals for their daughter. Fortifying the father daughter bond that they’d have for the rest of her life. After growing up without her Dad for the better part of her life she felt so proud and so honoured to have been able to marry a man like KJ and give their kids a father that they really could look up to and count on. “Daddy’s officially out numbered,” she said softly with a little chuckle. In all honesty she could sit there all day happily listening to KJ babble to their daughter. It just made her so happy to sit back and watch them together. Once she had Lilah back in her arms she soothed her until those little eyes fell closed again. It wasn’t love before KJ hovered over her, kissing the top of her head as he nestled in close to his girls. At his comment she nodded slowly. “You were always meant to find us Little Bug,” Maia whispered back to the baby. “You’re the best decision we ever made.” Turning her head she looked at her husband, grinning as she spotted his misty eyes. “I knew you’d be the crier,” she teased him playfully. “I can’t believe we did it. She’s here! She’s here and she’s all ours! This is our life now!” In her arms, wrapped in a pink blanket, was their entire world. The person they would move mountains for and protect at all costs from here on out. “I’m so happy Kaje. This life with you is all I’ve ever dreamed of. Thank you baby.”

[loveaominedaiki]

Single! Dad aomine scenario continuation: Finally he dates reader for a long time (they already on the serious stage *you know what I mean ;)*, but he's not ready to marry her yet) she's pregnant with his child and Ayaka is confused at first why she's always throw up and such but happy when reader says she's pregnant and Aomine still didn't know bcause his gf don't tell him about it and Ayaka is the one who blurted it out? Ahh too detailed, sorry *bows* thanks once again

Not a problem at all anon! Give it to me as detailed as you want, I don’t mind :)

You woke up with a sharp pain in your head and a nauseous feeling in your stomach. You rushed to the toilet and empty the contents of your stomach. Aomine was at work, and you were at home with Ayaka. You made sure she couldn’t hear you because you didn’t want her to worry. Once you were done you brushed your teeth and rinsed your face before exiting the bathroom only to find Ayaka standing there frowning.

“[F/N]-onee san? Are you okay?”, she asked worriedly as she held your hand.

You gave her a nervous smile and crouched down to her level, placing a hand on top of her head. “Onee-san just has a little stomach flu, okay? Don’t worry about me, sweetie.”

Ayaka looked uncertain for a moment before smiling. “Okay [F/N]-onee san.”

After that, the morning sickness never stopped. You never told Aomine about it, and you hid it from Ayaka. But you didn’t know that Ayaka was actually watching. You never knew carrying a baby was this hard. You had planned on telling Aomine but you just had to find the right time. A part of you was to excited to tell him, but the other part of you was nervous. What if he didn’t want the baby? You knew Aomine wasn’t ready to marry you yet, would you just be tying him down? All of these thoughts held you back.

You were in the middle of throwing up when Ayaka walked in and helped you. You smiled weakly at her and stood up. After cleaning up, you knew you had to tell her. 

“Ayaka, darling, listen. [F/N]-onee san is not sick”, you said.

Ayaka frowned, “But then why is [F/N]-onee san always vomiting? Please don’t lie to me”, she whined.

You sighed and held her hands. “Ayaka, you’re going to be having a little brother soon.”, you admitted.

She froze for a second, not clearly understanding what you said. She then looked down at your stomach and saw that it was slightly increased in size compared to the last time.

She gasped, “I-Is [F/N]-onee san having a baby in her stomach?”

You smiled weakly, “Yes, sweetheart.”

Ayaka squealed and jumped up and down. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier! I can’t wait!”

You giggled and calmed her down. “I know you’re excited, sweetie, but you have to do me a favor and not tell your daddy for now okay?”

She paused, “Daddy doesn’t know?”

“No, but I’ll tell him soon. We’ll surprise him okay? But we have to wait a bit first.  Can you do that for me?”, you asked.

She nodded, “Okay, I can do that.”

That evening Aomine came home from work and was greeted by a very happy Ayaka. He chuckled and picked the little girl up.

“What’s up with you today, hm? Where’s [F/N]?”, he asked.

“Nothing”, she giggled. “[F/N]-onee san is in the bedroom”

Aomine put Ayaka down and then headed to the bedroom to find you. You had just finished throwing up and you were hurriedly cleaning up before Aomine could catch you. Luckily, you succeeded in doing so.

“Babe?”, he called out.

“Hey, Daiki, how was work?”, you said as you walked over and gave him a warm hug.

He hugged back and sighed, burying his face in your hair, “Shitty, but I have to live with it. I missed you.”

He started to plant kisses on every inch of your face until his lips met yours in a slow, heated kiss. You pulled away before things got too heated. Ayaka was still around.

Aomine grunted and you laughed softly at his disappointment. 

“Go and change, freshen up, then we can have dinner.”, you said removing his jacket for him, sliding it off his shoulders with ease. 

With a loud yawn, Aomine mumbled and okay before heading to the bathroom. Not before giving your ass a squeeze though.

As you and Ayaka set the table, soon Aomine was ready and you all sat down to have a lovely meal.

“Damn, [F/N], I’m so lucky to have someone that can cook, honestly.”, Aomine said, his mouth full of food.

You giggled. “Thank you, Daiki. But please don’t talk with your mouth full, Ayaka has better table manners than you do.”, you teased.

Ayaka burst into a fit of giggles and you smirked at Aomine playfully while he glared at you.

He scoffed, “Hey, at least I can go to the toilet on my own”

“Daddy, I can go to the toilet on my own! You just won’t let me!”, Ayaka complained making you laugh at Aomine’s failed attempt of a comeback.

“You don’t know a lot, daddy. You don’t even know about the new baby-”, Ayaka paused, her eyes widened and she clapped a hand over her mouth.

“New baby? What new baby? Is this some new cartoon series or something?”, Aomine asked.

You were freaking out too. “Y-Yeah, her favorite. T-They just introduced a new character so....she was talking about that”, you lied.

Aomine stared at the two of you suspiciously. “[F/N], come on”, he said getting up and then walking into the shared bedroom.

You sighed, you knew you were screwed. 

“I’m so sorry onee-san I-I I forgot”, Ayaka said in the midst of tears.

“Hey, hey, sweetie it’s okay. It’s alright, don’t worry. It’s not your fault okay?”, you said wiping her tears.

“We’ll be right back. Just wait here, darling”, you said before standing up and walking into the room where Aomine stood.

You looked at him nervously and he had this stern look on his face.

“What’s Ayaka talking about? New baby? I’m pretty sure it’s not a new cartoon character [F/N]”, he said frowning. 

You swallowed and refused to look at him. “Aomine I...I knew I shouldn’t have kept this from you and trust me I was going to tell you sooner but I was just really scared...and I was waiting for the right time but I guess there’s no more hiding it now. I’m pregnant, Aomine.”, you sighed.

Aomine sort of knew that this was coming the moment Ayaka blurted it out. So he wasn’t as surprised. But at the same time he knew that he shared the same responsibility as you did, and it wasn’t your fault.

He walked over and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head. You willingly hugged back and let him hold you.

“[F/N], what were you scared of? That I’d say no? That I’d leave you? Do you honestly think I would do something like that? Moreover to you? I love you, [F/N], I don’t know why you told Ayaka but not me.”

“I-I’m just afraid that I’ll tie you down, Daiki. You told me you weren’t ready to get married and then with this baby and all I just didn’t know what to expect. Ayaka found out, there was no way I could hide it from her anymore. I’m sorry I never told you, you deserve to know.”, you mumbled.

Aomine tilted your chin up and smiled softly, “Oi, I couldn’t be happier to know that I’m having a baby with you [F/N]. And I said I wasn’t ready for marriage a long time ago. But right now? It sounds perfect to me. You shouldn’t feel bad, or be sorry because we both chose to do this and now we’re both going to take responsibility of it. I’m with you, I’m always with you, babe. We’ll raise this baby together, including Ayaka and we’ll be fine okay? I promise.”

You smiled back and nodded, “Thank you, Daiki”

The two of you held each other for what seemed like eternity, Aomine occasionally whispering compliments into your ear.

“Daddy, mommy, are you two there?”, Ayaka suddenly said, shyly stepping into the room.

“Mommy?”, Aomine chuckled. “You catch on pretty fast, don’t you?”

You blushed and hit Aomine’s arm lightly. “Come here, sweetheart”, you said reaching an arm out to her.

“We’re going to be a family. A real one. Forever I hope”, Aomine said giving Ayaka a kiss on the forehead and you a kiss on the lips.

This baby was definitely a blessing.

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Done! I hope you like it, thank you for requesting

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Beauty Within the Fallen ch.II

Summary: Two misfit twins come across an enchanted castle, home of a mysterious beast, and slowly begin to form a strong bond that just might survive through anything. Even evil demons.

AU and artwork belong to the beautiful and very talented @artsycrapfromsai​. Go give her some love, guys!!!

ch. I - ch.III

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Fiddleford finished his cup of sweet tea and smiled proudly at his… his friend’s kids. Oh, what the heck. They were as good as his kids. He smiled proudly at his kids as they worked together to help prepare for their journey. Normally, when Fiddleford had to go to Paris to sell his music boxes and clocks, he had Lazy Susan stay with them for a weekend, but the children had begged for a chance to see Paris, a chance to be grown-ups for a bit and help with the work, and Fiddleford decided that the twelve-year-olds could handle the travel and he was actually looking forward to having their company. Mabel was packing plenty of food and Dipper had just finished checking his pack to make sure he was set for the journey. When the time came, Fiddleford put on his old soldier's hat and said, “Alright, youngins, let’s hitch up Gompers.”

Dipper and Mabel, grinning excitedly, helped pack up the wagon full of clocks and music boxes, all safely snug inside wooden boxes. Fiddleford hitched the goat, Gompers, to the wagon and fed him a carrot before hopping up and picking up the kids and letting them sit on either side of him, with the boy at his left hand and the girl at his right. “Everybody say ‘bye, house’.” Fiddleford chuckled. “Bye house!” Mabel cheered and waved the little shack away. Dipper wiggled his fingers with a shrug, playing along. “Onward, Gompers.” Fiddleford commanded gently and flicked the reins. Gompers pulled them forward and their journey began. Dipper and Mabel had never left the village before, so every tree and bush and squirrel and bird was exciting to them. They pulled out pieces of parchment and began to draw what they saw while Fiddleford drove. About mid-day, however, Mabel was surprised when a drop of water fell on her drawing of a blue bird. She looked up at the clouds to find dark ones pushing the white ones away. She sat up on her knees, having been on her stomach, and held a hand out, catching a raindrop. “Aw, donkey spittle.” Fiddleford swore. “It’s okay.” Mabel said optimistically, then she stuck out her tongue and caught a raindrop. “Look! Free water! Ahh!” Dipper pocketed the parchment in his vest and asked Fiddleford, “Should we stop and make shelter?” The old man toyed with his options and slowly said, “Naw, let’s press on n’ see if it’s only a drizzle.” Fiddleford squinted through the soft autumn rain. Now it was no longer cool but chilly. Fiddleford rubbed his hands together as the rain came down. Mabel curled up against his side to help him get warm and Dipper did the same. Fiddleford smiled; what on God’s green Earth did he do to deserve these kids? A flash of lightning and a roll of thunder disturbed his thoughts. He pressed forward and began to hum a tune. Mabel smiled and sang when she recognized the song. “Come along with me, with the butterflies and bees. We can wander through these woods free, and do so when we please.” She stopped and called, “C’mon, Dip-Dip!” “I don’t sing.” He insisted. “Don’t be a party-pooper! Sing! Sing! Sing!” She chanted. Dipper rolled his eyes and sang off-key, “Come along with me, to a bank under a tree, We can gaze upon the water with our everlasting dreams.” Fiddleford jumped in and together the three sang through the rain. “All of my dear dreams, I'll share them all with you. Maybe by next summer…” “Dipper will be in tune!” Mabel sang loudly. “HEY!” Fiddleford laughed and led on the song, everyone in harmony. “Come along with me, where we’ll be a family. And we’ll always be together, together and merrily.” A low growl disturbed them. Fiddleford stopped, pulling on the reins and making Gompers halt. Their senses heightened like frightened animals. Mabel clung to Fiddleford’s arm and Dipper stood in the wagon to get a better look around them. Maybe it was the rain or a fallen branch. The old man resumed their journey in a hurry, now having Gompers pick up speed. “C’mon, Gompers, let’s get where we’re goin.” “Fidds, was that a…” “I dunno, sweetie.” Fiddleford said. “Let's not jump to any conclusions.” He looked to his left and right to see flashes of a dangerous animal. He broke Gompers into a run. The wolves were planning to surround the wagon. Dipper fell into the back of the wagon and crawled to be behind Mabel, holding her shoulders to protect her. Fiddleford’s heart was hammering so hard it ached in his chest, but he tried to stay calm for the children. Some wolves were directly behind them and snapped their teeth at the wagon. Dipper yelled with fear and Fiddleford pushed Gompers to go as fast as he could, but one little goat could only do so much. A sudden drop in the ground caused the wagon to fall and scatter the little family. Dipper held on tightly to his sister as they yelled and tumbled in the woods, rolling down a hill of some sort. He ignored the scratches he was getting and focused on keeping Mabel safe. Finally, they fell still and staggeringly got up, holding their spinning heads and groaning. “Ugh, Mabel, you okay?” “Yeah, I’m… Fiddleford? Fiddleford!” Mabel called out. The kids looked around to find themselves alone in the cold rain, sticks and wet leaves in their hair and on their skin. Mabel looked at her brother and gasped. “Dipper! You’re hurt!” Dipper looked down at his exposed arms and found them to be covered in scratches from sticks and rocks. His limbs burned in pain, but Dipper did his best to ignore it. “Forget it, I’m fine.” Mabel gently took his hands and kissed each arm gently to try to help with the pain. “Don’t worry, Fiddleford has that smart hurt-kit, remember? We just have to find him and everything will be okay.” The growling came again. The twins held each other protectively, keeping an eye out. Yellow eyes caught their attention and a long howl rang through. They broke into a run in the opposite direction and prayed that they wouldn’t become dinner. Mabel was slightly ahead and tried to find somewhere to run to. Her eyes caught sight of a stone wall when lightning struck and she led the way to it. The brave girl threw the gate open and let her brother through before slamming it shut. The kids were inches away from sharp teeth and glowing yellow eyes. They backed away from the gate and turned to the building protected by the walls as the wolves gave up and left. A massive manor, a glorious castle stood before the children. With statues of devils and angels sprinkled through the land and dead-looking plants everywhere, the castle had a haunting look to it. Dipper was hesitant, but Mabel took his hand and walked them to the huge doors decorated with rusted gold. The girl knocked and almost at once, it opened. They entered and looked for whomever had let them in, but they were both surprised to be alone. “Hello? Anyone?” Dipper called, rubbing his soaked, hurt arms gently to try to get warm. The castle, though old and dusty and dark, didn’t feel quite abandoned. Lamps were lit. Perhaps only one person lived in this humongous home. “Why…?” “They need help.” “Shh!” The kids looked around. They saw the main stairwell before him and the two rooms on either side of him, but no humans were to be found. “Is someone there?” Mabel called timidly, pulling on her wet hair to try to get it dry. “I’m sorry, but please. My brother’s hurt and we’re lost. Can you help us?” “Wendy, please…” “SHH!” Dipper and Mabel decided the voices were coming from the left room, and so they entered. They smiled to find a large fireplace and comfy chairs and couches, no doubt for hosting, and hurried to the fire to dry from the rain. Mabel saw something under the couch and got on her knees. She grinned and pulled it out. “Look, Dipper! Bandages! Sit down, I’ll fix you up.” “Thanks, Mabel.” And Dipper sat on his knees in front of the fire. Mabel took one of his hands and used a piece of cloth and the rain water to wipe his arm clean before wrapping it up. Faint whispers could be heard from outside the room, sending goosebumps to the children’s skins. “Mabel, I don’t think this place is safe.” Dipper hissed. “Where else can we go?” Mabel asked. “We can’t stay long, anyway, we need to find Fiddleford.” A shiver ran down her spine and she looked up at her brother with wide brown eyes. “Dipper, he’s okay, isn’t he?” The truth was that he didn’t know for sure. Dipper didn’t think it was likely, but he wasn’t going to tell his sister that. He tried to be more like Mabel, more optimistic and quick to look at the bright side, so he said, “The wagon’s probably a goner and Fiddleford’s still out there. Still, he’s super smart and traveled in the woods before, remember? He probably climbed a tree and when the wolves are gone he’ll look for us. Or maybe somehow the wagon survived and he got away with Gompers.” “Yeah!” Mabel agreed and moved onto the next arm. A low growl froze them both. They looked to the creaked open door they came through, scared beyond measure. Did a wolf somehow get into the castle? Or something worse than a wolf? Dipper stood in front of his sister and held his arms out on either side of him to shield Mabel. She stood and peered ahead. The growling got louder and closer. A claw then touched the side of the door and pushed it open. The kids stared with round, trembling brown eyes. It was a terrifying beast, with fangs and horns and claws. Gray fur covered it’s face and big ears. The beast was huge, much bigger than the two children, possibly ten feet tall and very strong. It wore a torn white shirt, dark pants, and a red cloak clipped with gold by it’s beefy neck. The eyes were brown, matching the horns, and narrowed at the guests coldly. Dipper scowled, choosing to push his fear aside to focus on protecting Mabel. He tried to be brave and stand strong, like a man. Mabel, on the other hand, smiled timidly. She loved animals and immediately saw his brown eyes and thought that his beast was good; Fiddleford said that she was insightful. Mabel stepped out from behind her brother, despite his frightened look that told her not to do so, and she waved and said cheerfully, “Hi! I’m Mabel! This is Dipper! I’m twelve and own a pig! What’s your favorite color? Do you have a sweet tooth?” “Mabel,” Dipper hissed warningly. The beast peered down at the children and growled, “What are you two gremlins doing here?” “Oh, right, I'm sorry. See, we got lost in the rain and separated from our friend. We’re lost and my brother got hurt and we didn’t wanna be eaten by wolves, so we came here. Thanks for letting us in earlier! Why didn’t you say hello before? Do you like sweet or sour things? Do you have a favorite song?” “Enough!” The beast snarled and shook his head; the girl had asked all this in rapid speed. “Geez, kid, you ever slow down?” Mabel grinned proudly. “Nope!” The beast crossed his arms over his chest. He seemed to be doing some quick thinking, deciding if the children were worth keeping in his castle. “You said you lost your friend?” Mabel nodded. “He’s been taking care of us.” There was a short pause. “Hey, runt, your arms still hurt?” Dipper braced himself and continued to stand strong. “I’m fine.” The beast snorted. Mabel took her brother’s hand and smiled kindly at the master of the castle. He approached them and Dipper gripped his sister’s hand, ready to be thrown out, but the beast sat in an armchair and grunted, “Listen, you knuckleheads. If you’re gonna stay here, you’re gonna have to work for me.” Dipper was even more surprised now than when he first saw the creature. “Stay…” “You can’t go out there by yourselves.” The beast said dryly. “You’ll get eaten alive. You’ll just have to stay until your friend finds you, but until then you’re gonna have to work for me. Unless you can pay up.” “We don’t have any money.” Mabel informed. “Then you’ll have to do some chores around here.” The beast jabbed a thumb to the door and said, “Go upstairs and ask for Soos. He’s the groundskeeper and handyman and he’ll give you a room.” “A room?” Mabel repeated. “In a castle?” “And don’t expect…” “THANK YOU!” Mabel cheered and punched the air joyfully. “Thank you very much! You’re so nice!” The beast only growled and pointed to the door. “Just go! And don’t break anything!” Dipper pulled her sister towards the door. Get thrown out into the woods to be eaten by wolves or work for a beast? As much as Dipper hated it, he had to do what he was told. Mabel, however, was excited, confident that Fiddleford would find them soon and that she could make a new friend out of this unluckiness. She stopped them at the doorway and said, “Wait! You never told us your name.” The beast did not look back at the children, facing the fire. But a low voice rumbled through the air. “Just call me Stan, kids.” Mabel smiled. “Okay, Monsieur Stan. Thanks again for letting us stay.” And the children were gone. Stan watched the fire dance on the logs, lost in thought. So lost he nearly missed the fact that his top maid and woodsman had entered the lounge, hopping towards the pile of logs by the fire. She stabbed one and tossed it onto the fire. “Stan?” The axe spoke. “Beat it, Wendy.” “Fine.” The axe snapped and hopped towards the door, but she did not miss the order the boss had for her. “Keep an eye on those two.”

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Author’s Note: In this world, Mabel invented sweet tea and Fiddleford LOVES it. It’s her Mabel Juice.

Also, yes yes, this is different than the original storyline, bear with me for a sec. I ALMOST went with Fiddleford going alone, getting lost, and being imprisoned in the castle; it’s perfectly lined with Stan’s character to lock someone away that trespasses (still can’t believe we all just glossed over what he did in Little Gift Shop of Horrors). BUT, this story I feel better parallels the GF canon story.

Hear me out, Dipper and Mabel are sent to live with their Grunkle Stan for a summer for some “fresh air”; we don’t know exactly the nature of their relationship before the show, but considering how little the kids knew about him and how Dipper talks about him in the first episode, I suspect they had little to nothing to do with Stan before that summer. So, by having the kids lost and find the castle, BOTH stories tell of two kids getting to know a grumpy old man, AND the kids are safe; in neither situation, the kids were only forced to stay where they were for their safety. That’s my personal reason for having the story go this way, and if this bothers you, i apologize halfheartedly.

Moving on, some fun Disney references is when Dipper and Mabel say goodbye to the house, that’s a nod to Toy Story and when Andy and his mom say goodbye to the house they’re moving out of. Dipper’s refusal to sing, while realistic and in-character, is a reference to Flynn Rider. And finally, this isn’t a Disney reference, but the song Fiddleford and the kids sing is a clear homage to Adventure Time’s Come Along With Me. Can’t give a good reason why except it gives a lot of good foreshadowing.

Thank you so much for reading, and I hope y’all enjoy it!