#oh well i'll take the L when the time comes but for now!!! enjoy all of these friends!!!! each of these have made me feel *things*

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Hello darling. Hope you had nice day and that I'm not disturbing ☺️. Please drink some water, eat something and take your meds if you take any.

Now . Hear me out. Sub!Larissa x Dom reader. Larissa had really bad day and r comforts her. Slowly things heat up and basically ends in L drooling and moaning with every hole stuffed to the brim. (R is type of outcast that can clone themselves but it disappears at will) . Some fluff and aftercare as well. Cuz heavens know this woman deserves it.

My that sounds dirty 😂 I'll understand if you are uncomfortable with writing this love, no pressure. Have nice rest of the day/night.

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Heyyy, 💤 anon!! Thank you for your patience. Yes, I love this idea 🥰 I love Sub!Larissa Weems content! And I won’t judge you, this is a safe, dirty-friendly space 💗 Anyways, hope you Enjoy!! ♥️

In Times of Need ~Sub!Larissa xFem Dom!Wife!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, strap-on fucking, eating out, body admiration, cloning, crying, kissing, drooling, anxiety, implied anxiety attack, stress, stress aches, overstimulation, etc.

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Larissa walked through your front door and closed it behind her. You heard the click and your eyes flickered to the clock.

9pm… On a Friday…

She made it into the middle of the ground floor when she suddenly stopped.

“Hey Love!” You exclaimed from the kitchen.

But you got no response. You had heard the blonde come in but you hadn’t heard or seen her… Puzzled, you threw the towel which you were drying your hands with aside, and you walked into the living room which connected to the front hallway.

And there you found your wife, standing frozen in the middle of the hallway. Her shoulders were tensed, her lips pursed, her hands clutching her briefcase tightly, And her eyes were moving frantically from side to side.

“ ‘Rissa…?” You softly spoke.

Larissa’s eyes blinked and she was pulled from her thoughts back to you. She sighed incontently.

“I’m sorry, Darling… Lot of my mind…” her lips moved imprecisely in a combination sigh and mumble.

“Oh Love… Bad day…Lots on your mind…?” you comforted, lightly correcting her choice of words and coming up into her personal space.

Her eyes darted away and began its frantic movements once more. Your hand went to her cheek, caressing her face.

“Forgot my anxiety medication today…” Larissa whispered and nodded, her eyes still frantic and now starting to tear up.

Suddenly she dropped her briefcase. You sighed lightly and began to coax her out of her coat.

“I’m so sorry, ‘Ris…” you comforted the blonde.

You got her out of her coat, taking it and placing it away on its designated hook.

“It’s too much… I… no meds… got yelled at… I… c-can’t… think anymore…” the tall principal choked out.

You sighed and ran your hands lovingly down her shoulders, leaving your hands in an embrace with hers. You squeezed her hands reassuringly.

“Let me, Love…? Let me help…” you cooed.

The woman bit her lip and nodded.

“Deep breaths for me ‘Rissa please.”

Larissa listened to you and took a few deep breaths.

“Have you eaten?” You asked.

She nodded.

“Stress eating…” your wife mumbled.

Your face was filled with concern and care at her the more the blonde spoke.

“Alright, well let’s get you upstairs.” You softly cooed.

Larissa nodded and follows your lead as you brought her with you upstairs and into your shared bedroom. You placed the woman on the edge of the bed, sitting behind her. You began removing her tight pins, pin after pin, while also massaging her tight muscles. The blonde let out many small whimpers and sighs of pleasure along the way.

Once you had let all of your wife’s curls loose, you helped her stand up slowly. You unzipped her dress slowly, letting it pool to the ground. Once Larissa had stepped out of the garment, you took it and placed it in the laundry basket. You then guided the woman to the middle of the bed.

You laid down next to her, her figure inside yours, as you spooned her. One of your hands massaged her hair and scalp, and the other wandered her body, slowly massaging the tension away.

“Breathe, Baby… Deep breaths… Let me take care of you” you whispered into her ear.

Larissa let out a sigh of relief at your words. She felt safe in your arms.

“T-thank you…” she mumbled, a few tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“Of course, Love… Anytime” you comforted.

At your words, the blondes tears fell down her cheeks.

“I… my make up… mess…” Larissa stammered.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it…” you cooed, moving her body to face you and looking her in the eyes, “I’ll help you with that later…”

More tears flowed from the woman’s eyes as she nodded. You then placed your hands on her shoulder and hip, and lovingly pecked her lips, effectively picking up a good amount of her lipstick onto your lips. You then began to kiss her neck, transferring her lipstick from your mouth to her skin.

Larissa’s breath was evening out the more skin contact you made. You went back up to peck her lips once more, and then started kissing her shoulders, so that both her neck and shoulders were littered with kiss marks. After yet another peck to the lips, you marked the valley of her breasts with smudges of red. At this, the blonde moaned lightly. You looked up at your wife to check in with her.

“Is this alright…?” You gently asked.

Larissa nodded vigorously.

“Yesss…” she breathed out.

You looked up to the blonde and smiled at her response.

“You wanna talk about it…?”

You received a strangled sigh from her in return.

“I… I just have so much to do, all of time time…” Larissa whispers, “And it all piles up. I go to bed with things I couldn’t get done, then I wake up, and I’m behind because those things and ten others need to have been done in the days before” she rambled.

“I hear you, love… But remember, you’re doing the best that you can. You’re amazing, and you’re giving it your all.” You lovingly hummed.

“I just can’t remember the last time… a time where I wasn’t this stressed and—” the blonde’s voice chocked out for a second, before she continued, “and anxious… I just live with constant anxiety, my body aches all day long from the stress… Sometimes I wish I could just scream at the top of my lungs and get it all out” she answered.

Your face was filled with concern and care. You continued your administrations as Larissa let out all that had been bothering her. As you went on, she started to let out breathy whimpers and light moans more and more, while you worked the stress out of her body.

Eventually when Larissa had talked herself out for the time being, sitting up, you moved yourself to sit in between your wife’s legs. You then doubled yourself. Your clone moved to sit behind you, placing Larissa in between your clone’s own legs. Larissa’s eyes widened lightly and looked at the original you in question.

“Easier to cover more ground” you quipped with a light smirk.

You and your clone then took turns kissing the tall woman’s lips, then kissing, marking, littering her body with the lipstick smudges. Larissa leaned into both of your touches, lightly purring with delight. Her breathing had evened out. But you could still feel some tension in the tall blonde’s body.

“What do you feel for most of your day? What emotions do you carry with you the most, ‘Rissa?” You caringly asked.

Larissa let out a deep sigh at your posed questions. She had to think about it for a minute.

“I suppose… I feel trapped for great portions of my day… and I also feel lonely and inadequate…” she confessed.

Your heart ached at the words and meanings coming from your lovers lips. You wanted to take all the pain away from her, carry it on you back for her.

“Im proud of you for expressing yourself, love.” You praised the blonde, while unclipping her bra and removing it out of sight and mind.

Larissa sighed in relief at the harness of her breasts and back being relieved. You began to pay special attention to the newly visible skin, making your woman get goosebumps as you kissed her bare breasts. Your clone was massaging the parts of her back, which were sore from her bra.

“Can you tell me a bit about what it’s like for you to feel trapped…?”

You heard her take another shuttered, deep breath, needing a moment to compose herself, before going to answer your question,

“I feel— I feel like I’m stuck in a loop or tornado, where I can’t get out. No matter what I do, I never do the right thing. I can’t change anything. I can’t satisfy what others need of me, even though that’s all I try to do, all day long…” she vented.

Tears has started to come back to your wife’s eyes. She was trying to hold them back as best she could. You kissed each tear away as it fell down her cheek.

“Hey, hey… It’s okay to cry…” you whispered near her ear, nipping at her earlobe lovingly.

The blonde nodded in recognition of your words and croaked out a soft thank you. You nodded, then slowly moved down from her ear, making your way down Larissa’s figure, leaving litterings of lipstick stains and kisses everywhere you went.

“How about feeling lonely…? Can you expand on that feeling in your day?”

Larissa’s breathing had gotten shallow once more, but it wasn’t because of her anxiety this time. Your clone was sucking on her pressure point, as you kissed her up and down her inner thighs. When she didn’t seem to recognize your question, you pulled up slightly to look at Larissa. She was leaned back against your clone, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open, taking ragged breaths.

“No no please…” Larissa breathlessly groaned, her eyes immediately perking up, “Please don’t stop…”

“Ok… But try your best to answer my questions, alright?” You chuckled lightly, and while doing so, beginning to slowly remove the blonde’s knickers.

Larissa sucked in a breath in recognition of what you were asking of her, and she nodded. You then fully removed her undergarments, and the woman swiftly spread her legs for you without needing to be asked.

“Good girl…” your clone breathed out under her breath, right in the shell of Larissa’s ear.

Your wife caught your praise and it send shivers straight to her core. Her face lit up with redness too, and you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked.

“So… you had said that you feel lonely…?” You prompted Larissa, before lowering your mouth to her heat and slowly exploring her folds.

Larissa’s eyes flew shut and she nodded vigorously. Your clone now took to teasing the blonde’s perked buds, making it only more difficult for Larissa to reply to your asks.

“Yes I… I sit in my office all day long… alone, except for meetings… N-none asks me how I’m doing, no one stops to say hello, no one knows when my birthday is, I have no f-friends…!” The blonde breathlessly whimpers, “faster please…!”

“Because you answered my question and asked so nicely…” you hum in delight, speeding up the pace in which you lap away at her sex.

Larissa’s hands tightly fist the bedsheets and her head is rolled back against your clone’s body. The blonde rocks her body against your tongue, chasing her much needed high.

“Want… wanna cum… please help me—! Need more…!!” Your wife pleads with you.

“I’ve got one more question for you…” your clone purrs in Larissa’s ear, “and then we’ll let you cum.”

The blonde lets out a strangled moan and nods in recognition. You continue stuffing your face in the woman’s cunt, your tongue fucking into her walls and tasting her delicious juices.

“Tell me about the last feeling… inadequacy. How does that impact/feel in your life?” Your clone caringly asks.

This time, it really takes a lot of concentration from Larissa to give you a solid answer.

“It’s like I—I step into ever-y room and and… Oh God—!”

Your bringing Larissa right to the edge and then pulling her off of it, over and over again.

“And I’m always… always in-nadeq-quate, always not worthy not enough, t-too difffferent! Please please please…!!” She whimpers.

Your clone has her mouth attached to one of Larissa’s nipples, sucking on it teasingly, while Larissa’s hand is driving your head further into her pussy.

“I’m— I never enough! Outcast lesbian tall woman shapeshifter…! Please Y/N Mmm gonna cum…!!!” Larissa cries out.

Your clone releases her mouth from the blonde’s tit with a pop!, her hands replacing where her mouth was.

“Cum for me, ‘Rissa” your clone purrs into Larissa’s ear, and you purr into her pussy.

The tall woman lets go with a loud cry, her body trembling as the waves of euphoria wash over her. Her mouth hangs open and her knuckles go white as she clings to the bedsheets.

Your tongue guides her through her through her high, and you happily drink all of her squirting goodness. Meanwhile, your clone whispers words of praise into Larissa’s ear and uses her hands to massage and comfort the blonde through her climax.

Eventually, your wife’s eyes flutter back open and her body’s shaking calms down to more of small shivers. You come up from in between her legs, glistening cum all over your face, and you meet the blonde face to face, connecting your lips to hers. She hums in delight as your tongue gently enters her mouth. You kiss her lovingly, letting the woman taste herself on your tongue.

You pull away and meet Larissa’s content yet at the same time wanting more expression. You cup her cheek, caressing her face, before you and your clone slip off of the bed.

“We’ll be right back” you reassure the blonde who nods with anticipation.

When you’re both ready, you and your clone come back into the room, revealing matching straps to the blonde on the bed. Larissa gasps and bites her lip, nodding eagerly in approval. You came up the the blonde and positioned her so that she was trapped between you and your clone.

You both then eased into Larissa’s holes, effectively stretching her out and making her keel over in pleasure. Her lips quivered and spewed forth strings of moans and whimpers. Once the blonde gave you the go ahead, you two and your clone began to fuck her deeper and more intense, but keeping the pace slow and painfully pleasurable.

Larissa’s mouth hung open and her eyes were rolled far back in her foggy mind. Her creamy thighs trembled, but you quickly supported the blonde’s frame lest she collapse on you. Your clone took the opportunity to palm your wife’s tits, only making Larissa cry out in pleasure even more.

“Mmmmmm Darling…! S-so closssse…!!” The woman cried out.

You brought your fingers to Larissa’s mouth.

“Shhhh, sweet girl…” you cooed, “I know, Baby… You’re all drooly for me…”

You smirked at Larissa’s drool, traveling down her chin, as you stuffed your fingers into her mouth. She gladly accepted them, moaning at having another hole of hers stuffed.

“Cum for me, ‘Rissa…” you purred into the blonde’s ear.

Your words sent Larissa into a frenzy, and with all her jokes being so tirelessly worked, she tipped over the edge once more with ease.

Her high left her limp and panting. You were about to continue, push her further, when her voice interrupted you.

“Red D-darling… too much…” Larissa breathlessly stammered.

You immediately understood, making your clone slowly pull out of her and then making the clone disappear. You then slowly pulled out of the blonde, and set your strap-on aside.

“Thank you for telling me. I’m so proud of you.” You caringly comforted the woman.

You then went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. You cleaned Larissa up, gently and taking your time. Afterward, you guided her into the bathtub. You ran the water, and got in the tub as well, starting to lovingly clean and caress the goddess in front of you. You made sure to clean the make up of her face as well.

Larissa was all ready for bed once she’d had you help out on her nighttime clothes. She practically fell face first on the bed. You giggled lightly, before joining the woman. Snuggled up into each other’s bodies, Larissa spoke for the first time in a while.

“Thank you, Love. I mean it.” The blonde whispered.

“Of course, ‘Ris… Anytime” you cooed in a hushed tone, then kissing the woman on the forehead lovingly.

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Gravity Falls DVD Commentary Highlights

(just a huge, and I mean huge, dump of random quotes that stuck out to me, which I sorta separated into characters+their relationships and it's probably gonna be obvious that Stan is my fave lmao

I dunno how to make this legible for anyone but whatever, just take all these rando character tidbits. Stan Twin pranks! Sonployee essays! The concept for a post-Weirdmageddon episode that Alex insists is just too miserable but I want it anyway! The Pines family making me cry!)

Stan

"We love the idea of Stan [in Boss Mabel] having a minute to uh, having a context where we want to see him be his worst self and seeing his big brash personality in like a setting that everyone can understand, because the Mystery Shack is a little bit ungrounded because he's in his world of his characters, but seeing him out in the outside world is funny weird."

We really enjoyed the fact that he's as awful as ever and he's rewarded for it. We like those anti-morals where Stan uses his terribleness to succeed incredibly well.

I think it was a little hard for people to understand in the writer's room at the beginning of the series was that, even though Stan is following a lot of these tropes of being a miser, he's not grumpy. Like he actually loves being himself. He really revels in it like even though he's got some kind of sorrow inside, his kind of day-to-day like he's more about just the uncle who loves to hear himself and make dumb jokes than he is somebody who's mean or cruel or cynical per se.

The [NWHS] storyboards managed to make Stan this awesome action hero while still keeping him Stan. Like I like the fact that he steals a wallet in the middle of it. He steals a wallet, he smashes somebody against the wall, he sasses him but he also has this just great Inception moment. And it's because we're building to a big question about “who is Stan?”, I felt a moment of seeing him be kind of awesome further increases your “who is this guy?” He keeps going back and forth between like “oh geez my back” and you're like “all right that's the Stan I know” and then like “whoa, he just did an awesome jailbreak! Is he some kind of super villain? Who is he really?

There's more of Ford in Stan than I think Stan realizes that I think only comes out in certain moments.”

Why did Stan keep a clipping of himself titled “grifter at large”? I think he thought he looked cool in that picture. “You know I kind of have a Clint Eastwood look in this grifter at large photo. I think maybe I'll use this as an About the Author one day. I gotta hold on to this one. You know what, I'm a criminal but I'm a nostalgic criminal! Loving the past is my greatest crime now!”

I know how Stan feels in this [Principal talking to his family] scene, when somebody comes in and says like “You know what? There was a race you didn't know you were running and you're already behind, way behind.” 

And you know even though Stan is a guy who looks like he's having a fun time, I always, in my gut, thought of him as somebody who is a huge well of sadness, a loss of human connection. And that need to please, that trying to get laughs from the crowd and constantly telling dumb jokes and you know putting on a big show in the Mystery Shack, he's trying to get from them the affection that he never got from his family and lost with his brother.

Stan has been waiting for years to have a reunion with his brother. He's always felt like a screw-up. Stan once again had an idea of how he thought things were going to go. He thought that his brother was saying “I need your help” for the first time. He's going to go up there, they're gonna have some drinks, they're gonna catch up and instead he ended up shoving his brother into another dimension and running out of food and money. It's sort of his worst nightmare. But this was Stan's entire character, from the very beginning of the series, was built around this idea that he's living with this tragedy. He's a guy who outwardly seems like he doesn't appreciate family but in fact wants it more than anything in the world and feels like maybe he's not worthy of it and would do anything to prove that he is.

Seeing Stan figure out what he's good at felt important to me. Like he's never been good at anything in his life and he makes a stupid hokey joke and it suddenly turns into a profit. I felt like without [showing how the Mystery Shack was created], I was missing something and understanding why he would do this, how this would be the solution to his problem.

We would like the idea that Stan appears to win through dumb luck, that it's sort of Intelligence versus Guts but Stan wouldn't actually bet everyone's life on a dice roll. He's a cheater! At the end of the day, I believe Stan has been thrown out of Vegas for counting cards and for weighing dies and I believe he could con his way out of any game, particularly for an obnoxious wizard like this. The idea that Stan would gamble everyone on pure chance is like no. No, he's got a plan. This is the guy who escaped prison using gravity leaps, he's got a way out.

The one big thing [The Stanchurian Candidate] does is really highlights Stan's inferiority complex compared to his brother. Part of what he's doing is he's trying to be an important man here and this episode is actually a pretty good setup in many ways for Weirdmageddon Part 3. When we see Ford they're all going on this rescue mission to rescue Ford and this episode shows you just how much Stan wants to be the hero like the reason that he can't shake Ford's hand when they're in that circle.  The cold open of this where he sees everyone loves Ford and now that Ford's back, he's the best. Stan's like “well, how about I run for mayor!” It's just to boost his ego and make him feel better about himself.

Dipper and Mabel

“Straight man protagonists are really hard to write because every other character had a comedic hook. We understand that Soos is kind of this weirdo, his brain is in another place. Mabel has this exuberance and sees the best in every situation and is very creative. Stan is a crooked conman. Dipper is… the normal guy and a character like that can often feel like they don’t have agency, start to feel just reactive.

Waddles is Mabel's only love that lasts the summer. Mabel is very prone to love at first sight and Waddles is able to love back with Mabel's degree of love.

[In Sock Opera] Mabel's in love with Gabe, Dipper's in love with the Author and they're both willing to do something crazy to get get closer to that thing

There kept being layers of adjustment to make it, “okay what would it take to get Dipper to make a deal with Bill?”  1: He would have to not understand the rules of the deal. He's been tricked, he thinks he's just giving a puppet, he didn't know was himself. Classic genie rules, you get what you wish for in a way you didn't expect.  2: There's a little ticking clock that just started, which if he doesn't do it by now, he's gonna lose all this.  3: Bill rightfully points out that Mabel has been kind of not sacrificing for him and he maybe needs another ally right now  4: He was sleep deprived and actually you'll notice that Dipper blinks right before Bill arrives and that's our way of suggesting that that countdown might not have even existed

I think Dipper and Mabel are of equal exact intelligence but Dipper's insecure. He sees his accomplishments as a way to make himself better and thus is motivated to focus on things that are accomplishment type things. And Mabel is very confident and likes having fun and when she's having a good time, she has a little tunnel vision for the people and the things around her. That's one of her biggest flaws. She's actually really, really sweet when she notices and understands your pain but not when she's doing a bit, when she's doing a scene, when she's doing a gag.

Ford

Originally [the fake Author] looked a little bit more like an oddball wacky inventor and I felt he had to be pretty idiosyncratic. There's certain color things about him you'll notice. He's more or less got the color scheme of the Journal, you know maroons and golds, so that you kind of feel instinctively like maybe that's him. A lot of these motifs though we would end up using in Ford's design, as well the gloves and the coat and all that but much cooler later on but preparing you, it's Ford Lite. 

Now this is there's no logical reason that Ford would break [the warnings about the portal] up into all these books this way but up until this point he's been shown as this sort of all-knowing mysterious Puzzle Master that it felt appropriate, even though it's not logical.

It works for the storytelling so when Ford wrote that, that's when he was super sleep deprived. He realized that Bill had betrayed him, he was starting to have a hard time differentiating between fantasy and reality, he was losing sleep and scribbling all sorts of lunatic serial killer looking stuff about the end of the world.

In Time Traveler’s Pig, we see what should be a young Stanford Pines even though again, the design's a little off but we knew big sideburns, bushy hair. Although that Stanford looked a little bit more swole than this guy and that's one of the what we thought were very subtle clues in season one that helped a lot of fans figure figure everything out way too soon.

[Using the memory gun on the agents scene] needs to show that Ford's really awesome and so we could get rid of the agents and show that Ford can pretty much handle anything that Stan can't and also call back to our memory ray all in one.

There was a lot of fan speculation when we first met Ford. Generally when television shows introduce a new mysterious character late in the game, they turn out to be a villain like 9 out of 10 times. They turn out to be a villain or they're there to get killed off to show the stakes of something and like we could have made Ford evil but I always felt that that would be less interesting. The point that I was trying to get to is that Stan and Ford had this relationship that fell apart and it was both of their faults and I thought that if I'm Stan, I'd be more frustrated if Ford is actually a good guy. It would drive me insane if he's pretty reasonable, pretty rational, better at me than everything.

So we've flirted with this brief moment where it seems like he's a villain and we worked really hard to make it so that like his eyes are being covered by the reflection of the light. His dialogue is ambiguous enough here that for a moment you believe what Dipper believes, which is “maybe he's possessed by Bill.” You just saw him shaking Bill's hand, what is he supposed to believe?

I like that Ford has this photo with him, he had for a really really long time all the way through multiple dimensions. And he's probably told himself- I almost imagined if McGucket found that photo in his coat while they were working on the portal or something, like “What's this here?” and Ford would say “oh yes, that's a photo of a very important moment! That's when I…  that's when I first decided I want to be an inventor!” There would be no reference to the real reason he's keeping it. “This is me and my brother.” It would be like, “oh yes I was thinking about science as a horizon, a frontier to reach towards– you know like a boat, like a ship, like science! It's about science!”

Soos

You choose family. That you create over the course of your life and if that somebody earns being your family, like the Mystery Shack. These kids and Stan, they’re Soos' family and he's happy about that.

I feel like Soos gained something out of [Blendin’s Game]. He gains the knowledge that like “I'm tired of thinking about this man who I'm missing, who doesn't care about me. I'm going to concentrate on the people in front of me, the people that are my true family.”

Soos is a fan of the show even though he's in it. He's a big fan of Gravity Falls and [NWHS] killed him.

I always knew what I wanted Soos’ end to be Soos running the Mystery Shack. I imagine that Soos is actually way better at giving tours than Stan is because he loves all that stuff truly and he believes it. That's part of the difference. Stan’s like “um, all right suckers, this stagnant puddle is the befuddle puddle!” while Soos is like “yeah, one time I looked in there, I think i saw like a cyclops dude. Like, I really think I saw one! Like it might have been a reflection combining my pupils, but like?” and people are like “Whoa, really??”

McGucket

They hired a bunch of people and then they erased their memory. That’s my explanation for why there's like such amazing inventions that would take whole teams of people. McGucket secretly hired a number of contractors and erased their minds. Like I think of McGucket as being like a really sweet nice guy completely in over his head who just like “oh well, once I've erased one guy's mind, I gotta erase ten more guys’ minds to cover it up” and it just sort of builds into like “I guess I'm kind of this kingpin of crime and I'm starting a cult I didn't mean to. Whoopsy daisy!”

When we get to Ford and see their backstory and see their relationship, it just makes all the stuff that happens with the portal and what happens with Ford and all that more poignant that he had someone there who was not only his friend but also a voice of reason and telling him to stop and that he wouldn't listen to him, as opposed to Ford being down there on his own with nobody to bounce off, anybody to say “hey wait a minute, is this a good idea?”

“McGucket was the assistant and he was maybe this assistant who was sort of put upon and Ford kind of brought a college buddy together with him. You know Ford as somebody who lost Stan, and even though he rejected his brother, he kind of needs that other person and he tried to find that in this kind of sweet prodigy and he just pushed him too far.

[The test scene] is meant to show sort of what it was that McGucket needed to erase, what it was that drove him to madness. It was partially seeing the Nightmare Verse and the way it messed with his head and also partly just realizing that this thing has apocalyptic consequences and he doesn't want to be a part of it. And if he can't destroy it or talk Ford out of something, he can forget about it.

Because If Ford's weakness is pride, McGucket's weakness is weakness. He's got a kind heart and he can't stop people, he can't destroy things. I mean he should have basically knocked Ford out with a wrench and take this thing apart piece by piece. He's the one who understood how to build it but I think he's kind of a follower and I think he's the kind of person who could get suckered in by a cult leader. He’s the kind of person looking for instruction and he really respects Stanford and can't bring himself to uh, he's like “I just got out of a bunker! I don't want to go work for another guy down in another bunker! This is my third doomsday cult this year!”

Stan and the kids

Stan and Mabel have such a different life perspective it seemed natural that at some point they would get to a major conflict

Seeing Grunkle Stan and Dipper bond like, I sort of believe that both of them are bad with women and both of them would rather believe there's a giant conspiracy than that they have they just can't get ladies 

Can this idea about Mabel's relationship with Waddles actually reveal a rift between Mabel and Stan where Mabel and Stan actually get along pretty well in the series you know? When they they're both such strong stubborn personalities that when they conflict, they conflict hard like in Boss Mabel. But this idea that Waddles is sort of a metaphor for what Mabel loves and Stan loves Mabel but he doesn't really think that anything she thinks is necessarily smart or right. He loves her like “guys she's my sweet niece but she doesn't know anything you know? She doesn't know anything about a pig” She forgives a lot with Stan but like Waddles sort of represents like the purity of her deepest love and the idea that Stan would threaten that is genuinely a shock

In the previous season it ends with Dipper giving up his journal and there was a lot of argument about “oh is it lame if he just gets his journal back?” Another thing we struggled with, we knew that Stan knows the importance of this journal he wouldn't give the journal back to Dipper so it was a bit of a convolution we'd written ourselves into a corner. We wrote ourselves out, we said “okay he's photocopied it. he's giving it to Dipper because he knows that Dipper's really precocious and he'll never stop asking.”

“We knew that we wanted everything to come to a head when the kids are going to discover Stan's secret and they're going to discover it in such a way that they only get little bits and pieces and they have to decide for themselves based on the limited information. Is Stan's a good guy or if he's a bad guy? Ultimately that decision will be a decision of heart versus mind. And Dipper's mind, Mabel is heart and they're fighting with the scraps of information they have.  Should we trust our heart about how we feel about this guy over the course of the summer and everything we've been through or should we trust the clues? That seemed like a believable way to get Dipper and Mabel to begin a rift between them that is resolved by the end of the series.”

The way Stan acts in [NWHS] is like, to me part of what feels so grounded about it is like I'm a child of divorce and like I know that when parents or parent figures know that hard times are coming for the kids. They kind of lay it on thick they're like who wants ice cream you know what I mean? Like Stan being extra nice to them at the beginning is like it's kind of a realistic thing that that adults do when they know like big changes are coming.

I felt it was really important that we added the scene where they're at maximum bonding. They're up on the roof, they're shooting firecrackers. Stan knows in his heart that when his brother arrives everything is going to change in ways he can't predict and he's really savoring this moment because he knows, even if things goes completely smoothly, which they don't. the kids are still going to be mad at him, especially Dipper for basically lying.  They had this big meeting after the end of Scaryoke where of course Dipper also crossed his finger but Stan crosses his fingers and says “oh I'm telling you everything” and he knows that the kids are not going to be happy about the fact that he's been keeping this all from them because they've done amazing things together already and he should have trusted them before now. 

This act break is them saying, “wait, Stan might be a random grifter who maybe killed our real uncle!” That's pretty heavy for any show let alone a cartoon show.

What that would mean for them if all this stuff is true is so much further than just like, “oh he lied to us about a couple things.” It's just like, “no he's straight up just some random dude that we don't even know uh and the guy that I've been pining for this whole time is dead!”  We really try to stack the deck so it's like Mabel's perspective and Dipper's perspective are both kind of racing to see who gets in front and there'll be a moment where it's like yeah you kind of buy with Mabel she feels good about about Stan and then this scene is the most you’re ever with Dipper where we discover this huge crazy curveball and this feeling that you have looking at this newspaper and looking through these fake IDs this is how Dipper feels all the time.  If you want a window about what it's like to be Dipper, this moment where a giant conspiracy reveals itself out of little pieces and seems to suggest that no one is trustworthy like that's that's where Dipper lives and this to him confirms every bit of suspicion and every bit of paranoia he's ever had and he's willing to run with it. 

I love these characters so much that, for me I was like “I need to see Stan saying goodbye to the kids at that bus. And I don't want him to be some guy who isn't Stan, who doesn't even remember the kids.” That would be really dramatic. It might make you cry more but to me it doesn't actually mean anything. Their relationship which they've built, he was willing to sacrifice his memories to save them. That's how much they meant to him but because he was willing to do that, I think he deserves to get him back.

Stan and Ford

But I think Stan's hope is, that in Stan's mind this is going to play out one way which is that; he's going to free his brother, his brother's gonna come out of that portal after 30 years. Stan's probably imagining that Ford is weak, emaciated, wrapped in a blanket, that he'll stumble forward, through a beard. through blurry eyes, he'll be “my brother, is that you?” He'll embrace Stan, he'll hug him, he'll say, “all these years I thought I was goner but you saved me! I was wrong to mock you, I was wrong to call you the stupid twin! Dad was wrong about you! You're the greatest man and let's be friends again and who are these niece and nephew?” Like that was what Stan was kind of hoping. He knows it's there's a million things that could go wrong, including potentially the destruction of this dimension, but he so desperately needs to believe that he can make up for the problems of the past. He's hoping for this but he knows that things are going to change

When I started the series, I always knew Stan had a twin but all I knew about Ford from the jump was that he's everything Stan Isn't. So Stan is a guy with a huge chip on his shoulder, he's kind of a loser at life. There's somebody who is a winner at life or at least was a winner in all these ways that Stan wasn't.

We realized that in order to bring out the maximum amount of frustration in Stan, [Ford] needed to have a bit of a heart. Like here we see him being kind to the kids, he's not he's not all bad which is what's so infuriating to Stan. The idea that he would quickly get along with the kids when he can't get any respect from them. Ford is designed for what would bring out the most amount of conflict in the family. What would be Dipper's hero, what would be Stan's rival and who's somebody that we could empathize with. I mean, it’s  hard to empathize with a character that comes out and punches one of your characters in the face, basically before he almost says anything.

You see that at this age, that all the stuff [in their room] that would cross over, that would appeal to both of them. It's not just like “there's science stuff here” and then there's “what Stan would be into.” but no, they both like all this.

There was also a version [of ToTS] where early on, they'd rigged the school water fountain. They did sort of like a caper, it was science and a scam together when they were in elementary school but we decided to save the science for the science fair stuff.

We played around with the idea that you would see them working together doing little science games or pulling little pranks. There was actually a scene that some of it was even storyboarded where they're in a treehouse together and Crampelter and his friends have tracked them down and are begging for their lunch money and Stan and Ford have used their jerkiness and geniusness to rig up like a water balloon throwing machine that knocks Crampelter in the head. I remember him saying, “oh no, my old-timey paper crown!” We were really hanging a lampshade on all these sort of Little Rascal cliches.

Ford's not a villain. You know he's getting in Stan's face and saying “I want my life back” but hopefully by the end of the episode even though you don't root for his perspective, you understand his perspective where it's like Stan ruined his science project, Stan shoved him into the portal, Stan took over his house. He’s not completely unreasonable to want it back and he's not completely unreasonable about his request. He says “okay you've got till the end of the summer” and Stan's little look there tells you everything you need to know about how he feels about the situation.

We needed pressure to be at the point where Stan and Ford recognize their lifelong rivalry and Ford does a sincere apology to Stan and almost more importantly, he acknowledges Stan's intelligence. He says “you wouldn't have fallen for Bill's nonsense.” He recognizes that his brother has a kind of intelligence he doesn't.

I always imagined that as kids, Stan and Ford were like this dynamic duo. They were getting into scrapes and like planning pranks and with Stan's creativity and Ford's genius that they were an unstoppable awesome team, before life turned them against each other. I imagine that as kids they were always swapping glasses and tricking their parents so that they could get double presents. And this is a move they did back in New Jersey constantly. We had to figure out who's gonna make a sacrifice and how and even though it's Stan who agrees to be “I'll be the one erase my mind, it's fine, it's worth it”, it's a sacrifice for both. Ford at this point is willing to get his brother back and he has to lose him again. 

Stan and Ford, when they can finally work together, do bring out the best in each other. They just have been missing it for so long.

Post-mind return, Stan and Ford get along and that scene where they both threaten the bus driver gives a hint of what would happen if their powers were combined. We've never seen them working together as adults, they would be a really formidable duo.

Pines Family

[The Blind Eye has] such a great scene between Mabel and Wendy. We don't have a lot of scenes that are just them hanging out and she can kind of be like the cool older sister. Mabel's so obsessed with boys and Wendy's just like "yeah, whatever. They're a dime a dozen."

“in the storyboard, the postcard that Soos is holding up from New Orleans actually said Vegas and at the last minute we got really worried that people were gonna see that and think that that was a clue that Stan was Soos's deadbeat father. And because like our audience, we've trained them to look for clues and to connect dots, they start connecting dots that are not connected. And I called a late retake because, and I see people be like, “wouldn't that be cool if Stan was actually Soos's father” and I hate that headcanon. Whoever's listening and you think “that's a great idea!”-- that's a terrible idea!! Because it means that Stan ran out on his kid and then came back in his life. And weirdly pretends to not be his dad. It flies against the moral of this entire episode which is like, you know this guy who is Soos’ blood relative like cast him out and didn't come back and didn't make time for him and all these people did. These people are Soos’ real family and to say “Stan would be Soos' real father more if he was genetically–”, I'm like “no, no forget that!” Like relationships are about what you do. To me friendship is thicker than water and family is something you can create so I really didn't want anyone to think that we were suggesting that because to me, it actually wasn't just the wrong idea, it was like thematically against what the show's about.” "

"[In NWHS] Every character faces their worst possible choice, which is “Mabel must choose between Dipper and Stan” and “Soos must choose between Stan and the kids,” like “guard that thing with your life. I'm not going to explain to you why.” I believe that Soos would do anything to guard Mr Pines's secrets and these are the only two characters that could possibly make him doubt Stan, these two kids that he loves so much."

"For [DD&MD], you want to set it up as being like [Ford]'s like the coolest toy that's down in the basement that Dipper really wants to play with and he is not allowed to play with him."

"The first three quarters of the series are sort of about Dipper's crush on Wendy and this final quarter is sort of about his crush on the Author. He's such a fan of this guy and he's so used to being denied that which he's a fan of and he's never found anybody who cares about his nerdy stuff. Mabel doesn't care, Stan doesn't care, Soos cares but on a different level. He's so hungry for the approval of somebody like Ford This idea that they would bond over a nerdy board game felt like sort of the way to do this big idea in a sort of grounded way that I like better than like Ford presented Dipper with the Five Trials of the Genius Boy. “I passed these when I was your age! Can you do it too?” and it's like nope he just likes the same dork game that he does."

"The arrival of Ford is creating the two sets of twins starting to pair off between the Brainiacs and the Maniacs"

"Actually I enjoyed that [Ford putting the die in a cheap plastic case] got a little bit of a reckless side because it shows you the Stan part of him. The Stan part of Ford, the little bit that likes a little bit of danger, he likes a little bit of risk. If he would show that side, it would be in when he feels at ease, with a kindred spirit. Around Dipper he’d be like “isn't this pretty cool?” He'd never be that irresponsible around Stan.  I like that Dipper is sort of a little bit of a Achilles heel for Ford as well. Ford has certain blind spots and Dipper exacerbates some of those just because he's willing to encourage, he's willing to “yes and” Ford towards whatever dumb idea he might have."

"Dipper, Mabel, Stan and Ford, they're all characters who need each other. Without Dipper, Mabel's just in a fantasy land. Without Mabel, Dipper is just sort of just spiraling into misery, spiraling into his own neurosis and not being pulled into those social situations, not growing as a person."

"You want [Stan] to be true to our various awful grandfathers, so I feel like for the most part you know that [being shitty to women] a plausible thing for Stan to do, that you only forgive because you know he's not a role model. Nobody wants to be like Stan. The kids never look up to him. The only person who looks up to Stan is Soos and Soos is enough of a comedy character that you understand the joke is “oh this guy thinks the worst way to live is good.” And then at one point you realize why. We made it clear why Soos looks up to Stan is because he gave him his job. He gave him a father basically, he’s essentially Soos’ father. And of course Stan who's had a life of just chaos and disappointment, the only person who would be a surrogate son is [Soos] but also Soos has the biggest heart in the world. So only the biggest heart in the world could forgive all of Stan's many flaws and also if Soos can love Stan, then maybe there's something in there worth loving, then maybe we can too."

"Stan, even when he's sweet, he still has to threaten to murder his niece and nephew."

"I do think the value of [Stanchurian Candidate] is that we're learning just how important it is that [Stan]’s seen. At this point, the kids have become a surrogate family. At the beginning of the show, they were just kind of a little nuisance and then he kind of tried out getting the family from them that he never got from his brother and the idea that he would lose them to his brother is his greatest nightmare and the only way he can really express that is by trying to be impressive to them and trying to be his brother's rival."

"Ford offers Dipper this apprenticeship because Ford sees Dipper as somebody who's special like himself. That Ford's great flaw is arrogance. He believes that there's special people and everyone else and that you can be held back by your siblings. That human attachments are actually weaknesses. The song and dance that he's giving Dipper right now is the exact song of dance that he gave McGucket back when they were younger which is like “sure you could continue working on your job and computers but you and me are different. We're better than everyone else, we have a path that no one else can understand. Only us can do this.” And it’s a very seductive idea for Dipper but he starts to be a little insecure here. He’s kind of “I can't believe it” and he's sort of right to be suspicious because Dipper is a smart kid but Ford's projecting. Ford loves Dipper because he sees someone who tell him yes to everything. He'll never challenge him and if Dipper had taken Ford's apprenticeship,Dipper probably would have gone the way of McGucket, turned into a kind of insane paranoid hermit with no friends, just kind of losing his mind. Like it's a seductive offer but also ultimately Dipper needs to learn not to try to grow up too fast."

"This entire time Dipper's been having this journey of self-discovery and seeing his future as this wonderful thing that he can't wait for. Mabel has been, piece by piece, seeing her idea of the summer fall apart."

"As Ford and Dipper's relationship grow stronger, Stan and Mabel also find much more sort of connection. They both feel like the sibling that's getting kind of sidelined."

"I think [amnesiac!Stan] would be hardest on Soos, second hardest on Ford but Soos would show it. Probably third hardest on Mabel, fourth hardest on Dipper just because where their hearts are. Dipper's not heartless, that's a testament to just how heartbroken those other characters are."

Series goal+ The Finale

"So our idea was; the memory gun can erase a concept as designated by the dial. It stores it. It records you and it keeps that recording and that if you watch that recording things start to come back a little bit, that it hasn't actually completely erased it from your mind. It's more sublimated somewhere where it's really really hard to reach and in the series finale, my concept of Bill is that; if he hadn't gotten in all those forms and fought Stan, Stan is the one that destroyed Bill. Were it just the mind eraser itself that he would be sublimated somewhere but he was weakened in the mindscape and destroyed in the mindscape. But Stan's memories were being sublimated and by looking at the scrapbook in the same way that McGucket's memories come back, they start to come back to the surface."

"I think part of what makes [NWHS] work also is that it has the strongest ticking clock. Yeah, I mean. it has a literal ticking clock. Also the sun is going down it's also, the town is starting to drift apart as the characters are starting to drift apart. There's just such a sense of Doomsday and even though we have like a three-part apocalypse, to me nothing feels as apocalyptic as this episode now."

"The entire purpose of [ToTS] is that Stan and his brother have had this huge rivalry that remains to this day and threatens to tear apart Dipper and Mabel and briefly does, and then Dipper and Mabel are able to find their way together, which is meant to repair Stan and his brother's past."

"Here we're teeing up the rest of the conclusion of the series which is just “whoa this is different. The status quo is shifted and is it going to shift us?” and that was the mission of this entire story was shift. Shift things such that it pits Dipper and Mabel against each other so that they can ultimately make things right and fix their uncles’ trauma in the process."

"“Let's try to set things into motion such that all of these characters who we love, who love each other are placed at maximum odds”. So Ford's entire existence in the series is basically a wrench in the relationships between Stan, Dipper and Mabel, that Stan has had a sibling who he didn't get along with and they've grown up having this horrible rift. Dipper and Mabel are these two twins who love each other but are very very different and are at this sort of volatile growing up moment where if something goes wrong could they turn out like Stan and Ford."

"[The convincing Gideon] scene works for me because it sort of represents the full completion of Dipper's Wendy Arc. Even though he's talking about Gideon and Mabel, he's really talking about himself. That idea that you can't force someone to love you but you can strive to be someone worthy of loving. It really does come down to like be the best you, you can be and the right person will see and feel that."

"It was gonna be W1, W2, W3 and then some kind of goodbye story. I remember it being something vaguely about some sort of other time travel. Bringing Blendin back because he just kind of vamoosed in the middle of this big story. There was that discussed like time traveling back to the first day when the kids arrived. The challenge was thinking of a valuable arc. So like each episode needs to have like a new problem and a new resolution and I was trying to brainstorm what's something that could feel valuable for like a final episode after the apocalypse, after Stan's mind has been erased and he's in the process of getting it back. "

"The thing I remember I wrote one out it was it's the last day of summer. Dipper and Mabel are packing uh they're planning to go home, they're feeling like nostalgic, they kind of don't want to leave. Blendin shows up and he explains that there's all these time bubbles left over, these weird anomalies because of all the time business and what Bill has done and just to watch out and be careful. Then Dipper and Mabel actually accidentally trip into one of these bubbles that are sent back to the very first episode or actually beyond the first episode, their first day in Gravity Falls um and somehow this was meant their character arc was to go from being like a little sad that they're going to leave Gravity Falls to seeing what it was like on the first day. When they were scared to be in Gravity Falls. The idea is like their first day they're like “oh Grunkle Stan, he's this weird old man and we hate living in this house and like we missed our place of comfort back home! And this is a kind of scary new adventure that we don't like.”  The kids see their own growth and realize like “the way we felt about going to Gravity Falls like we don't think we can handle it, is how we feel about leaving.” That feeling of going into a new experience means that something new and exciting is going to happen you're going to grow. There was some thought that maybe over the course of that episode, Stan would get his memory back and something that the kids had done in the past would help him in the present, get his memory back.

"What's supposed to be happening here isn't that Stan's entire memory reappears in an instant. It's supposed to be a couple days of work and we see the beginning of that process when he looks at the scrapbook and then we're kind of jumping ahead a few days. maybe a week of just intensive memory therapy with Stan before he gets there."

"When we were trying to crack the half hour episode after Weirdmageddon, it felt like we were just kind of wallowing and Stan not having his memories. It was a very depressing thing. And we didn’t get to have Stan for the last episode, which was like “it's a great it's great i think you get the emotion like in this episode. It tears you apart when you see it. You could last a little bit longer on it. But going much longer, then you just feels like well what are we doing? Why are we just kind of wallowing in our own sorrows for no good reason.”

"When we had discussed the idea of an episode beyond this episode, a fourth episode, it was basically 20 minutes of [amnesiac!Stan]. This is so intense, you might think you want it but good lord, this is enough."

"Bill singing “We’ll meet again” was something that just felt like the perfect reference because this is kind of an ending about endings in a lot of ways and we know we know Bill's going to be defeated. We know that people like Vill and have grown attached to him and for him to sing “We’ll meet again” is sort of the perfect mysterious way to say like “I might be going, I might not be going.” It’s a reference to Dr Strangelove, a movie that famously ends with nuclear apocalypse and the song “We’ll meet again” so it's for those pop culture savvy. It's already tinged with a kind of a fear and an irony and the apocalypse built in, so it's perfect on a number of levels."

"The concept of the Zodiac as existing in our current canon is this idea that the prophecy was that friends and enemies would need to come together, seemingly impossible alliances would need to be made to stand up to Bill for this prophetic moment. You know that characters like Gideon who was who used to be an enemy, characters like Pacifica, like Robbie, that we've reached the point where thanks to the kids’ kindness and growth, they are now friends with Pacifica, they've resolved Robbie's jerkiness, they've helped McGucket with his memory. They've even overcome this issue with Gideon in W1 and so it seems like friends and enemies have all been restored, leaving only one thing which is Stan and Ford have to shake hands. And their pride once again is what dooms the entire world but they get so close."

"It's clear Stan, even though he's being stubborn here and holds things up, he's ready to do it.  He clasps Ford's hand and then Ford can't help but correct his ignorant brother with something that doesn't matter at all after professing how important all this is and how important it is to put pettiness aside, he's the one who ends up being petty in the end."

"I like that Stan [during the deal] is just thinking “all right, think white, think white, think white.” He's like “think about nothing but sitting on your lazy boy.” "

"Stan and Bill had never interacted in the series up until this moment  because he had just been taken over when he was asleep. We'd seen a lot of Ford and Bill, but Stan and Bill has never happened. And Bill sort of represents all the mystery and weirdness, and Stan is the guy who just wants to have a good life and protect his family. He's the one who never invited Bill in but he's willing to take Bill out."

"If Mabel's going home with a pig, Dipper's going home with this symbol of his friendship with Wendy. And even Stan he's wearing that Mabel sweater. That's a visual symbol of; he's softened up, he's embraced family, he doesn't need to be the tough guy all the time."

[thedevilrisen]

Prompt Celly - Day Three

Trevor Zegras x Y/N

Description: "Is now a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?" ... "god, here -hold my hand"

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Would be greatly appreciated if you could reblog. I love talking to people so say 'Hi' if you want to. Feel Free to send in requests as well. I'm happy to write for most hockey players.

Warnings: None, I don't think! It should be all fluff and a bit of friendly banter.

-Sincerely thedevilrisen.

"I wasn't being mean-"

"MEAN! TREVOR, you put slime on Jamie's head to wake him up! What part about that isn't mean."

"I-well." he stuttered, smiling.

"How would you feel if I put slime in your hair huh! How 'bout it?" I said smugly, pushing open the door to the apartment block's lobby, sighing at the warmth and holding open the door for my boyfriend of close to 3 years now. We met shortly after he moved to California to play hockey.

Shucking off my waterproof jacket with a sound similar to two pieces sandpaper grinding against each other I draped it over my arm as Trevor walked through the open door behind me, waiting politely so I could straighten out my t-shirt.

Looking up and smiling at him, I offered him my upturned palm which he playfully grabbed and swung around as he pulled me closer so I stood comfortably under his arm.

"All good?" he asked looking down on my small frame.

"All good!" I repeated stretching the 'l' sound in all enthusiastically.

"Ok then, c'mon let's get upstairs I'm starving." he dragged as we started walking toward the elevators.

"What are you going to about that then?" I smiled, nudging his shoulder playfully.

"I'm hoping my beautiful girlfriend will cook me something delicious." He spoke cheekily looking down at me as we approached the lift panel. Pressing the up button and waiting for the lift to come.

The elevator on the left chimed and the doors rolled open smoothly. We walked in onto carpeted floor, I scanned to tag and pressed the button for the 10th floor listening to the methodical beeps and watching the numbers change.

Until with a jolt, the lift stop suddenly and the all the lights but the ones illuminating the buttons cut.

"Trevor. What happened." I tried to ask without a waver in my voice.

"I think the lift just broke." He mumbled, pulling up the flashlight on his phone and clicking the open door button to no avail. "That doesn't work." He spoke quietly to himself walking to the doors, pocketing his phone and trying to pry open the door with his finger. Grunting softly from exertion he turned back to me and look at my tear filled eyes in the dim light emitted from the panel of numbers.

"Is now a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic." I whispered, voice wavering significantly more than I wanted it to.

"I-maybe." He spoke quickly, seeing the water in my eyes start to trickle down my cheek, "god, here- hold my hand." he offered said hand to me and with both of mine gripped onto it for dear life.

"It's all good sweetheart. I'll call Jamie and he can come get us out." He spoke gently. To terrified to speak I just nodded, still gripping his left hand. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened opened his contacts, hitting Jamie's name and putting it up to his ear.

"Hey Mate, uhm." with a jolt, and a squeal from me, the lift fired back up and continued its journey up to our floor. "Oh, uh never mind. Can I call you back.. thanks, alright talk later bud."

When the doors opened I tore out of the lift and down the hallway to out apartment, fishing the keys out of my pocket I jammed them into the lock.

Slamming the door open I threw my coat off, kicked off my shoes and moved quickly to the living room sofa where my weighted animal was. With a vice grip on the stuffy and a few deep breaths I locked eyes with a concerned looking Trevor and deadpanned.

"We are taking the stairs from now on."

[worksby-d]

So Close

Pairing: dad’s best friend!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Summary: Part two of We'll Get There. Showing Ari exactly what you’ve been up to for the two weeks he was gone.

Warnings: Age gap, inexperienced!reader, sex toys, masturbating, fingering, overstimulation, calling him “daddy,” 18+

Word count: ~1,500

a/n: I'm sorry for the 6-month wait ✋ Enjoy 🫡

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Hearing his front door open, you jump. You lost track of time waiting for him, but you quickly pull his comforter over yourself and listen intently to his footsteps coming toward the room.

There’s a silence when he walks in, one full of tension waiting to be cut by one of you acting on the anticipation.

Pushing his luggage against the wall, he stands back up, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face.

“What have you been up to?”

If his gaze finally on you wasn’t making you nervous all of a sudden, you would almost laugh at how normal he’s acting, as if he hasn’t spent the last two weeks sending you the nastiest texts and having hushed, obscene phone calls with you.

“Nothing,” you shrug.

Subtly looking around, he’s beginning to think your acting shy is a facade.

“Really?” He suppresses his smirk. “Just waiting for me to get back?”

“Yup.”

As he steps closer, you catch his eyes drifting toward the familiar toy on the nightstand next to you – clearly recently used.

“So if I…” His voice trails off as he gently pulls the sheets off of you, revealing no clothes on the bottom half of your body.

“Hey–”

Reaching to tug them back, feigning offense, is no use when a giggle escapes your lips.

“Ah-ah,” he stops you, pushing your hands away. “You couldn’t wait for me, babygirl?”

“Wanted to be ready for you,” you try to defend yourself, putting on a pout for good measure.

“Well,” he lets out a breath. You let him sit on the side of the bed and bring a hand between your thighs to part them, exposing your slick-covered skin. “Looks like you’re very ready. What got you so wet, princess?”

“Was watching that video you sent me,” you mumble, too embarrassed to say any more.

He won’t let you leave it at that though.

“Which one?” He smirks. “The one where I… told you exactly how to touch yourself for me? Or the one where I was moaning your name as I–”

He could keep going if you let him.

Flustered though, you try to squeeze your legs back together, but he doesn’t let you.

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby…”

His teasing touch trails along your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where you’re desperate for his attention.

“The one where you called yourself daddy!” You blurt it out quickly, closing your eyes.

He laughs. “Oh, you liked that?”

“Yes,” you gasp, pushing your hips toward his hand, needing to feel his fingers on your sensitive clit.

He gives in fleetingly, rubbing his middle finger in slow circles. You let out a moan of relief, effectively doing Ari in. For a moment, he finds it impossible to deprive you of what you've been so patient for since he last saw you.

“You gonna show daddy how well you can take your toy after all week?” He cooes, nearly mocking.

He didn't let you use it the first week he was gone, instructing you to get comfortable with your fingers and a few smaller vibrators first. He said you had to work up to it, that it would work if you listened to him.

“Yes!” You yelp when he pulls his finger away and slaps your pussy. “Please, daddy. I'll show you.”

Grabbing it off the table, he hands it to you and stands up just for a second to shed his jacket and jeans.

When he gets back on the bed, he has you move between his legs. Instead of your back against his chest, he turns you slightly so your legs are over his, giving him a view of what you're doing.

The small shift makes you feel a hell of a lot more vulnerable. But you find comfort in locking your eyes with his, catching a brief reassuring look before one of lust takes over again.

“Go on,” he nods, resting a hand on your thigh to keep your legs in place. “I've been waiting to see you like this again since I left…”

A desperate sigh falls from your lips as your head rests against his chest, warding off your embarrassment by closing your eyes and focusing on the heavy toy in your hand.

You let the tip of it glide through your dripping folds, shuddering when it touches your clit.

“The pictures weren't the same, baby,” he continues. “Sure, I got off, but nothing beats the real thing.”

The image of him jerking off to you flashes in your mind, the videos he sent leaving nothing to the imagination – Sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he tips his head back, a large hand stroking his cock while the other caresses his balls, all while groaning your name.

It prompts you to finally push on the base of the dildo, the fat tip stretching you open.

“Ari,” you whimper, elusively squirming against him, against the evident erection nudging your hip.

He lets out a breath, trying to contain himself. “That’s a good girl.”

He watches as you thrust it deeper, working yourself up to almost taking it all.

“Feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” you sigh, the initial twinge of pain quickly turning pleasurable.

“You're doing so well,” he praises. “Keep going.”

With how deep you feel it, you swear you're taking the whole thing. The pressure has you hurtling toward the edge already.

“So close, babygirl.”

His words have you peeking your eyes open, a quiet frustrated whine coming from you when you see that's not the case.

“Please, daddy,” you beg, grabbing his hand and putting it over yours, a silent plea for him to take over again.

Lucky for you, he’s feeling generous. He wordlessly replaces your hand with his, fucking you rougher than you had the nerve to do.

A loud moan rips from you as he thrusts the toy the rest of the way, finally filling up your needy pussy.

“Fuck,” you choke out, grasping at his forearm.

You think he's showing some mercy when he slows down, the drawn out drags of the fake cock allowing you to feel every bump and ridge of it against your tight walls.

But that doesn't last long until he's picking up the pace again, laying a hand on your lower belly to keep you in place.

“My good girl can take it, can't she?”

Your rapid breaths make it hard to answer with words, so you nod, but that's not good enough for him.

His free hand slips farther down, fingers landing on your swollen clit, making you gasp.

“Can’t she?” He repeats.

“Yes, daddy,” you cry out. “Please.”

It becomes the only word you know, repeating it until the pleasure becomes too much.

Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you, legs trembling and involuntarily trying to close around his hand. He eases his fingers off your clit to slap your thigh, forcing your legs open, earning a high-pitched moan from you.

The toy practically slips out of your spasming cunt, and Ari lets it, prolonging your high by thrusting his fingers into you instead.

“There you go,” he growls, keeping you full with two fingers as his palm grinds against your clit. “Good girl cumming for me.”

“D– Da– Ari,” you shout, voice quivering as an unexpected second orgasm hits you. “It's– Too much.”

He knows it is by the way you stammer your words like that. He slowly stills his hand, easing away from your throbbing clit and pulling his fingers out of you carefully.

A few more whimpers of his name fall from your lips, your body torn between being over sensitive, but yet not wanting his touch to completely leave you.

“I've got ya,” he whispers, rubbing a warm hand against the side of your leg, up to your back as he pulls you closer against him.

A few residual shocks of pleasure, teetering on discomfort now, course through you as you curl up to him, nestling your face into his neck. Your heavy breaths are hot against his skin.

“I know that was a lot,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You okay?”

He can feel you nod against him as you hum. “Mhm.”

As your breathing finally steadies, you shift in his arms to get more comfortable.

Your side rubs against his still-hard cock again and he clears his throat to disguise the sharp breath he takes in, but you catch on anyway.

“Sorry,” you chuckle, scooting away just slightly. “Do I need to…”

“No, no,” he hushes you softly. “Not yet. We'll get there.”

He doesn't see your eyes widen upon hearing the words. Not again.

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[schrodinger-swriter]

Heyoo!! I was wondering if I could request A, D, F, K, L, P, Q, T and X for Angel Dust x reader for the Hazbin fluff alphabet? Thank you!!!💕

A, D, F, K, L, P, Q, T, and X for Angel Dust

I hope this one is okay, I feel Angel may be another character I'll have difficulty catching right, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy, Anon!

Apologies for such a short note, I'm getting another headache coming on.. I think I will write out this post and rest.

For the Tunes segment I would like to apologize for having a trash taste in music, I naturally gravitate to songs I already know with these kinds of questions..

ATTRACTION:

This one is very tricky, given that Angel throws himself at any guy he sees. Though, that's because he feels it's what is expected of him, is it not? At least gathering from his wiki as well as his actions within the series... Pinpointing his type is a little difficult and what he knows he's attracted to. But what about subconscious attraction? He needs someone who's willing to deal with his sarcasm and meanness, but won't totally blow him off. But he also needs someone he can just unwind with, you know? Very hard to say, and comparing how he acts with the rest of the cast is offering little idea.. Definitely going to need to be patient with this one, too, but that's not exactly an attraction thing.. hmm..

DATES:

A club may be his first go to, especially if this before he starts taking the redemption thing seriously. Though, that's not exactly the best date idea now is it? You go there to get drunk or take enough substances to not think straight for the next week; or to fuck. Sure, you can bond with someone over a shot, but is it really.. genuine? Add in he might be stressing over you like he did with Niffty if this is within the second half of the show's current timeline, and you get drunk before he can.. No, my mind keeps wandering to the two of you simply having an at home date. Together, at your place or yours. If it takes place at the hotel he takes you to his room. Less of a date as it is a hangout session, and he might try to initiate sex.. More experienced with intercourse than the romance side of things, so that's going to take time too.

FAMILY:

Sinners can't have biological children of his own, but Angel Dust is fine by that. Perhaps he feels responsible for a moment and admits (likely internally) that he can hardly keep an eye on himself, how can he keep an eye on a child? There's also some level of fear that the kid would follow in his foot steps and end up in a nasty situation, Angel knows he's not exactly the best.. role model. He's more likely to ascend than be a father.

KISSES:

Oh he loves physical affection. Sure, a lot of it is going to be sexually charged. Diving into the romance vs sex side of things, it may take him a while to fully get a grasp on the difference between lustful feelings and romantic ones and how to act them out. Not all kisses and cuddle sessions need to end in intercourse. He loves giving you quick kisses, long kisses, kisses with tongue, kisses without tongue. He's not picky at all. His favorite place to kiss you is really anywhere on your face... but if you give him the chance he'll say his favorite place is more... down south

As for receiving, I think he stands at around the same.. point.. Yeah, point! Not picky when it comes to him getting affection!

PETNAMES:

He calls you everything under the sun. From schnookums to Honey, you've heard it all. He defaults to Baby and Babe, though. Tends to replace your name with something endearing unless there's something serious going on or he's trying to get your attention. Similar to the above segment he's not picky about what you call him, but he does seem to get this look in his eye if you call him something rather sweet and innocent.

QUESTION:

Oooo this ones tough....

He asks what your favorite position is/j

No, but real talk, I think if you two were alone and you're in his room... perhaps in one of your hangouts... he might let his walls slip a bit, ask you some real.. personal stuff, perhaps seeking some sort of validation or even reassurance. This is more likely after a rough day and after a drink or two.

TUNES:

Perhaps I'm biased because I've been getting back into Maneskin but I can imagine you two absolutely BELTING it to this song! Not exactly a "couple song" per say, but definitely a song that you two vibe with together!

As well as this song, for the same reasons above

Though I'm also picturing the Reader and Angel drunkingly singing Tally Hall's version of Just A Friend (while the pair are giggling and getting way into it, you know just having a good time!)

XRAY:

It depends on how long you two have known each other. Are you guys a quick fling that fell together fast, or were you both a slow burn? If your relationship formed quickly, he may be a little stumped on reading you.. which can sometimes lead to him being a little insensitive to your feelings and vibe. Or awkwardly standing there unsure of how to approach you, likely slinking away to let you handle it on your own. But in something that had left more time for the two of you to get to know one another, he's going to let you vent and complain to him. He can tell somethings off with just the tone of your voice or if your wording is a little off. You two aren't totally in sync, but he's not as clueless as the former.

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Liu Kang x Reader: Friendzoned

A/N: Saw something like this a while ago and wanted to make my own version. I couldn't find it again however :')

Warning: Slight angst? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You're just going to get yourself hurt, you know." Kung Lao bluntly stated as he shoves another dumpling into his mouth using his chopsticks. "You know he's with Kitana."

You sat across him at the table, your fingers messing up your hair from the uncomfortable tension you had inside you. Of course you knew they were together... or possibly together, but-

"Yeah, well, Liu never confirmed it, actually. And don't you think Raiden would like, I don't know, not allow it?"

The monk swallowed his food and sighed. "It doesn't need to be confirmed. It's obvious. Denial doesn't suit you well, Y/n."

"I'm not in denial!" Your voice raised slightly. "I just..." Words and thoughts were scrambling all over your mind. You couldn't utter out another excuse.

"I'll tell him how I feel. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take, right?" You chuckled uneasily.

Kung Lao shook his head at you before eating another dumpling. "Okay, but don't come to me when your spirit gets shattered."

Standing from your seat, preparing to leave, you nodded at him. "I promise I won't. Thanks for listening to me... even though I probably am stupid for this."

After you rushed out the small restaurant, Kung Lao called the waiter over.

"Could I take an order of mochi and a bottle of sake to go, please?"

---Time skip brought to you by Fujin and Nightwolf braiding each other's hair, because I simply cherish the hell out of both of them---

Each step you were close to the Wu Shi academy, each ounce of anxiety swarmed over you, making your stomach hug itself tightly.

However, you really need to tell him how you feel before it's too late. You held it in from him for a while, and it started to tear at you.

Entering the academy, you located him, finding the champion meditating alone. Perfect for you to just approach and speak to him... right?

"L-Liu?" Slowly walking up to him, your hands mindlessly went to fiddle with your hair. A simple nervous habit.

He opens his eyes to see you. He greets you with a friendly smile, making you feel slightly giddy.

"Hey, Y/n! Here to train?"

"Oh... actually... I wanted to speak to you about something."

Liu's face started turning into one with concern, he gestures for you to sit in front of him, which you did.

"Is there something wrong? Go ahead, you have my full attention."

Taking one, long, deep breath, you forced yourself to talk. For a few silent minutes, you told him how you felt. How you were grateful for your friendship with him, how you enjoyed spending time with him, training or not.

And how most importantly, you always wanted to tell him how you wanted to be more than friends with him. For him to be your lover. Even with the chance that he actually has eyes for Kitana.

You finished your little speech and proposal, looking at him, waiting on his response.

He looked a bit shocked, and then... sorry?

"Oh, Y/n. I- I enjoy all the time I spend with you too. You are a wonderful friend and person."

Your heart felt fuzzy. Was this hope?

"But I can't be with you."

Your heart instantly replaced that hope with dread. "Oh... Maybe I came to you too late?"

"I supposed that since I'm with Kitana now, but I never really thought of you like that. Just a friend. Maybe a sister at most. I'm sorry. I hope we can still be friends."

You looked away, tucking your lips, but nodding. "It's fine... I feel somewhat I still got to talk with you." You were just saying that. You stood up, not glancing at him.

"I shall leave you alone now. See you later..."

"Right." Liu Kang said awkwardly. "Again, I'm sorry."

You didn't respond. Just left feeling detached.

When you got home, you sat down on your couch and did nothing. Just thinking and moping. You knew the obvious outcome of telling him, so why does it still hurt?

'I'm stupid for even having hope. Who even wants to be with me? Stupid. Stupid.'

You gritted yourself and pinched yourself.

You jumped a bit as you heard a knock at your door. You gritted your teeth, feeling more irritated.

"Come in!" You yelled, hearing the door open at your invitation.

It was Kung Lao. Smiling sympathetically, carrying a bottle and small box.

"Heyyy, friend, I brought a little something in case you were feeling sad." He gestures to the items.

You sulked more on the couch at this kind action.

"Sorry, should I just leave these and go?" He slowly sets his gifts down and backs up.

"Stay." You commanded without looking at him.

"Very well." The Shaolin monk smirked and sat next to you on the couch, ready to make you feel better.

[ronearoundblindly]

L and S for RoaR!Ransom plz

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From this ask game and this AU series where Ransom ends up with a very wealthy reader and does not kill his grandpa.

Oh....I am reeeeeeady 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 but Minors are not welcome to this party!!

L - Lighting

Are the lights on? off? Are there light fixtures? Is there even electricity?? When it comes to sexy times, Ransom does not fucking care. He'll do it anywhere, any way. He does not give a fuck.

...well, ok, so... maybe. maybe, if he had to choose, if you told him he could only have it one way for the rest of his life, he'd say 'lights on.'

He does enjoy seeing his cum drip out of you, and he does enjoy your desperate little expressions.

Fuck if he's gonna ever set up some sort of mood lighting. Hard pass. Waste of time. Click the fucking lights on or don't. No candle bullshit, please.

S - Sleepy Sex

Oh, you mean the only time Ran is nice during sex???

YES, THANK YOU, SIR, I'LL HAVE ANOTHER.

He's a mushy puddle of goo when he's on the verge of sleep or just waking up. That boy whines and sighs like a whore. He'll tell you all his damn secrets if you just keep dragging his tip through your folds. You wanna hear him say how pretty you are? Just shove his face between your tits as he's about to conk out. Sometimes, it's not even about the sex so much as he cannot filter his thoughts through his ego when super tired.

But there's a fine line.

Cranky-Ran and Soft-Hugh are two very different beasts. Do not--I repeat, do not--mistake him being strung out exhausted for that hazy, relaxed sleepy. Cranky-Ran is mean. Lots of spanking and doggie-style or forcing you to ride him until he comes (doesn't give a fuck if you come like that, he's tired). Soft-Hugh is some bizarrely sweet version of this man-child who cannot survive without cuddles and kisses. Like it's almost disgusting.

This, of course, means that it is super obvious when he reaches a fatigue threshold during sex.

You could be going pretty hard, and it turns into this lazy rut while he makes out with you, holding your body flush with his. You could be delicately touching each other first thing in the morning, and then he's wide awake and flipping you over, quickly stretching you on his fingers for only the amount of time it takes to not hurt you when he thrusts in to the hilt.

Now that I think of it, there are--yeah--quite a few 'versions' of Ran's sexual persona...

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Lawd, this sequel is comin' for me... She's gonna be a doozy.

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[mysticficti0n]

hi bb, could you do a sad/fluff between 2023tom and his old school crush please but make it happy at the end? (but he's not with Heidi, just him and Bill are doing something like met gala or red carpet)

I know I haven't really given a great explication but you can write fucking amazingly so I don't think you'll struggle

love ya

okay this is such a cute idea! literally in love so ofc I'll do it!

(all my attention will be back soon but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

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Meant to meet again...

warnings- none

words- 1.2k

(also I am so so so so sorry Gustav and Georg aren't in this I couldn't think how to incorporate them but they're mentioned!)

Y/n stood on the carpet watching actors, actresses, models, musicians be snapped thousands of times, she'd interviewed over 20 people by this point but just kept getting the same old boring replies "oh were so lucky to be here" and the fake laughs, it's what you get being a interviewer- fakes

the sea of photographers seemed to switch direction, facing down to the entrance, Y/n walked forward from her place peering down the carpet and two tall, shaggy haired men stood there but she couldn't figure out who it was "BILL BILL! THIS WAY- TOM TURN THIS WAY TOM" it clicked- Bill and Tom Kaulitz. she'd forgotten about the twins from when they left school, she knew the twins so well back then, best friends really, sharing lessons together and always laughing and skipping lessons they didn't like, hiding in cupboards when teachers called their names down the halls

Y/n straightened her dress while seeing the twins climb the stairs and she couldn't help but get a giddy feeling as they walked towards her, they both looked so different to how she remembered- Bill had black spiky hair and Tom had dreads that he'd constantly mess with when he was bored in class "Hi!" Bill started coming into shot of the camera so that her team could start filming

"hey! How are you two?" she asked grabbing the pair microphones

"good good, you?" Tom had a look across his face the girl couldn't really understand but she smiled to him none the less

"very well- enjoying the night and speaking to everyone! so if you wouldn't mind I'll introduce you and ask only a few questions then let you go because I don't doubt theirs about 100 more people who'll want you after me!" she laughed to the two now men, not boys she used to know

"I've herd that a few times" Tom joked getting a shove from his brother "what! it was funny"

"okay ready to start?" she asked turning back to the two who nodded "okay- roll... Good evening everyone, I'm Y/n Y/l/n from CBQ News and tonight I'm here with Bill and Tom Kaulitz, how are you-"

"Oh my god! I knew it was you!" Tom had wide eyes and mouth agape looking to the girl, he knew he recognised her, her eyes, her nose, her smile, her everything he knew he knew it from somewhere

"holy sh- Y/n!" Bill covered his mouth as the girl laughed nodding "you look beautiful oh- I'm sorry were ruining the interview but we haven't seen you in like nearly 20 years!" he spoke to the camera then looking back to the girl

"I know you left school when I think- yeah I was 15 and you two had just turned 16" they nodded still staring at her, Tom couldn't help but remember what he thought of her all those years ago- Y/n was his school crush from when they were 7 to 17 years old, yes 17- though he never saw her when they left he still thought about her all the time and looked back on the picture the two took the day they we're leaving, she was smiling with her arms around his neck, hugging him. Sometimes he missed school- not the bullying or the stares but the times in class were they'd just burst out laughing until they felt sick "so- back onto the interview" she laughed "who're you two wearing tonight?"

the boys gave their answers, making remarks and laughing as they all watched someone fall up the stairs but Tom still couldn't get over Y/n, she looked even more gorgeous, her hair perfectly fitted to her face, her dress looked so good on her though it had been so long- his feeling were trickling back in "can I say, you look great Y/n- not even great, amazing tonight" a blush painted her face and Bill looked toward his brother, the memories came back of the nights him and Tom would be sat talking about if he was going to finally ask out Y/n but every year he made an excuse, he was planning on asking her to prom but they left before it happened and she ended up going alone, thats what Tom's friends said anways-but god does he wish he just took the plunge

"aw thank you! you two the first to actually say something about me tonight" a smile came across her face

"we'll they're arseholes, you're one of the best dressed here!" Bill laughed

"god you two stop its giving me an ego!, anyways thank you so much for this- its great seeing you again after so long" she and Bill met in a hug, he'd missed these, giving her a kiss on her cheek before Tom pulled her away into his arms, her hands went around his neck, his head resting on her shoulder and hers lay in his chest- just like the photo "thank you- its been amazing seeing you" she spoke to Tom quiet enough for the mic's not to pick it up, pulling away from the hug they still kept their arms on each other. Bill knew that Tom was probably going to be talking about this hug for the next week but he didn't mind- he knew what It meant to him

"I've missed you Y/n..." she nodded trying to hold the tears back, she didn't realise how nice it felt to be with them again and just being in their arms- especially Toms- would make her so emotional

"me too..." she breathed

"god you're going to make me cry- stop Y/n" Bill chuckled blinking up trying to discard the tears, Tom still stood with the girl unable to pull from her

"okay- hm, well you two- I hope you have an amazing night and maybe I'll see you in another 20 years?" the three laughed, but Tom wasn't about to wait another 20 years to see her again, he couldn't

"hope so!"

"aaannnd cut-" the camera man called and the three breathed, she took the mics back and thanked the pair again, when other interviewers realised that they'd finished Bill and Tom's name bounced around again

"have a good night guys, I wont hold you up anymore" she sadly grinned rubbing Bills shoulder feeling a weird pain in her chest- like she was saying good bye again

"ugh I'd much rather stay with you but, we both know what these things are like" Bill gave her one last hug, squeezing her tightly and saying thanks once more before he was dragged by someone she didn't even see but he was gone and only her and Tom stood there

"guess I need to say bye to you too hm?" the two shared a laugh

"yeah.. yeah" Tom couldn't let his nervousness get the best of him this time, he knew if he didn't say anything he'd regret if for how many more years went by before he saw her again "I- I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna grab drinks one of the nights? or even tonight if you can do you want to sit with us- Gustav and Georg will be at the after party thing- it's fine if not of course I'm guessing you've already got a table with some people and-" the guitarist rambled on making the girl infront of him giggle

"I'd love to go get drinks with you Tom- and also sit with you all tonight" he felt like he had gone back to being 16 for a second as the words left her mouth "so I'll meet you by the doors at say, 9?"

"Yeah 9 works, okay!- I better go so" he hugged her again pressing a kiss to the top of her head "bye!" she waved to the man who was smiling so widely it hurt

[honeyedmiller]

Dirty Thirty // Pedro Pascal

Hey everyone :') this is my first time ever writing a one-shot/imagine on Tumblr lol, and I've decided to feed into my Pedro Pascal addiction by adding to my delusions and writing this LMAO. Hope you enjoy!

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warnings: age gap (17 years- the reader turns 30 in this), swearing, smut, brief mentions of daddy issues.

word count: 5.2k

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synopsis: y/n admits on Jimmy Fallon's talkshow that Pedro Pascal is her celebrity crush, and Pedro turns up at y/n's thirtieth birthday party as a surprise.

"Our next guest happens to be Hollywood's fastest rising star and first-time Golden Globe winner. She's currently taking the film world by storm with her outstanding roles in Labyrinth, Stranded, and Solitaires, please welcome y/f/n y/l/n!" Jimmy excitedly beckons your presence as you made your way onto the floor, the crowd cheering loudly.

You wave at the audience with a gracious smile playing at your lips, giving Jimmy a hug and a kiss on the cheek to greet him. You took a seat on the chair next to his desk, crossing one of your midnight blue-panted legs over the other. This wasn't your first time on his talk show, so you felt comfortable and at ease.

"It's so good to see you again, y/n. You've been quite the busy woman. How are you?" Jimmy smiles in your direction, folding his hands on top of his desk as he turns toward you, offering you an inviting smile.

"I've been great! Just super busy with filming and press tours. It's been hectic but I'm having the best time." You reply with confidence, and Jimmy asks you a few more questions about the shows you've been filming before he changes the subject.

"So, the world has to know-- is a beautiful world sensation like you single right now?" He folds his hands underneath his chin like a schoolgirl that's about to gossip with their best friend. You grinned nervously, never really liking to talk about your pathetic dating life.

Nowadays, people only wanted to be with you for the fame, and you never had any interest in your co-stars. Quite frankly, your schedule was too hectic to even think about dating at the moment, but that didn't stop you from madly crushing on amazing actor and internet sensation, Pedro Pascal.

"Unfortunately, Jimmy, I'm too busy right now for dating. When the time comes, though, I'll welcome the opportunity with open arms." You giggle softly, rubbing your hands up and down your forearms in what suddenly became nervousness.

"Do you have your eye on anyone? C'monnn tell your best pal Jimmy," he pleaded while dragging his words, "It'll be our secret... along with the rest of the world." His wit was enough to make you genuinely laugh, and you shook your head. You didn't mind confessing your crush on Pedro, mainly because you didn't think you'd ever really have a chance with him anyway.

"Fine. I think Pedro Pascal is handsome... not to mention a phenomenal actor." You exasperated, feeling your cheeks become hot knowing that your secret crush wasn't a secret anymore. Oh well.

"He is a very ruggedly handsome dude," Jimmy urges, and you nod in agreement. "Did you invite him to your thirtieth birthday party? I know that's only a few days away and everyone who's anyone is going." You hadn't even had time to think about your birthday or the party because of how caught up you've been with work and press tours.

"Honestly, I've never even met him, so I doubt he'd go," You laughed aloud, mainly to yourself. "It would be cool to meet him, though." Your eyes scan the audience, the lights too bright on stage to see clearly into the crowd of people.

"He's supposed to be a guest on my show tomorrow night so maybe I can convince him to go to your party." Jimmy wiggles his eyebrows, causing you to hit his shoulder lightly with a fake gasp escaping your lips. The audience laughed and cheered at how flustered the thought of it all actually made you, but you brushed it off for now.

Jimmy finally moved on from the subject, finishing off the interview with a fun game before you said your goodbyes to him and the wonderful audience.

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It was finally the day of your long-awaited party, your best friend helping you get the finishing touches of your make-up on.

"Dude, what was that confession on Jimmy Fallon's show all about?" y/b/f/n inquires. She raises her eyebrows at you as she looks at you through the vanity mirror you were sitting in front of, as she graciously offered to do your hair and makeup. You and her met on a set several years ago, as she was your designated hair and makeup artist, and you two immediately clicked and have been inseparable ever since.

"What, about Pedro?" You rolled your eyes at her playfully, "It's not like he'd ever see it. The man doesn't know I exist." You exclaim, laughing at the foolishness.

Little did you know, that was far from the truth.

"And when he shows up at your party ready to dick you down, what then?" y/b/f/n tosses her hands up in the air, quite frankly fed up with your obliviousness. Your looks were killer and your personality was a ten. She knew any man, no matter the age, would be lucky to have you.

"Y/b/f/n!" You gasped in horror, but something deep inside you ignited with excitement at the thought of that actually happening. It made you squirm a bit in your chair, and you sighed.

"Listen, he may be older, and your crush on him may be projected from your unresolved daddy issues, but make no mistake about it-- you two would be so hot together." She nodded, satisfied with her rhetoric.

You rolled your eyes once more, "I do not have unresolved daddy issues," knowing damn well she was right because in all truthfulness, you did. It's not something you talked about often, if at all, but she knew you too well. "My crush on him doesn't stem from that, at all." You shot back finally, standing up from the chair.

You took one last look in the vanity in front of you, feeling satisfied with the smokey eye look bringing out the color of your eyes in the most sensual way. Your hair was in the most perfect blowout style, framing your lovely features in all the right places. You felt hot.

"Perfect as always, y/b/f/n." You give her a hug, which she graciously returns.

"You know I always gotta slay your looks baby. Now, we're too sober for this shit. Let's get you dressed and let's get fucked up!" She shouts, shaking your shoulders in excitement. You nodded vigorously, ready to celebrate your third decade of being on earth.

-

The party was in full swing and it was packed with some of the most famous faces you've ever seen. If there was a few things y/b/f/n knew how to do, planning and throwing a big party was definitely one of them. You greeted so many people and thanked them for coming, some even bringing presents for you. You felt all the love on your special day, and your best friend made sure of it. You've been working so hard recently, and you needed this to just escape, even if it was for one night.

You were about five shots in at this point, definitely feeling a little tipsy. You were able to hold your liquor well and you knew your limits, so this would be your last one for awhile. You were sipping on a jack and coke, the sweetness of the soda counteracting against the semi-bitter taste of the whiskey. You were standing in a small circle of people that consisted of Oscar Isaac, y/b/f/n, and two other of your co-stars. You were listening in to the group's drunken conversation about TV shows they were currently into, when someone behind you called your name which made you turn your back against the group.

The person wished you a happy birthday with a hug, and you graciously thanked them for coming to the party. That's when you heard the oh-so-familiar voice of the man you've been crushing on for some time now, stopping you dead in your tracks.

There's no fucking way he actually showed up to my party.

Panic started to set in, not wanting to turn around. You felt your whole body get hot, feeling a little woozy.

"Y/n," You heard Oscar's voice call your name, and you swallowed thickly. Fuck. You turn around slowly, trying to keep your cool. Your eyes flickered to y/b/f/n's face, the biggest fucking grin on her mouth. Your eyes moved to Oscar, who was smiling at you with Pedro standing right next to him. Your eyes didn't dare move to Pedro's quite yet. "I want you to meet my best friend, Pedro Pascal. I know you two've never met, so," Oscar trails off, and your eyes snap to Pedro's.

A shy smile spread across your lips, those dark brown eyes making you weak in the knees. You felt like he was literally staring into your soul. Oscar stepped to the side to switch places with Pedro, so he was now standing next to you. His tall stature towered over you, even with you in heels.

"It's nice to finally meet you, y/n," Pedro smiled and stuck out his hand, which you graciously took to shake. You felt electricity surge through your whole body at the touch of his hand, causing you to slightly gasp. Your lips were slightly parted and your breathing became uneven. You shook his hand, finally smiling.

Stop acting like a fucking starstruck weirdo, you scolded yourself in your own thoughts.

"It's nice to meet you as well," You finally squeaked out, "And thank you for coming to my party." A ghost of a smile was on your lips as you tried pulling yourself together. Your eyes scanned over his body as you let go of his hand, causing your mouth to go dry and press your legs together. Luckily you were wearing a floor-length gown, so it wasn't obvious.

He was wearing a dark green suit, which he looked absolutely delicious in. He couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of you, either, because the way your black dress was hugging your curves in all the right places was quite literally enough to send him over the edge.

He cleared his throat and fixed his collar, excusing himself from the group to get a drink. As soon as he walked away, Oscar and y/b/f/n were both looking at you with raised eyebrows and mischievous grins.

"What?" Your voice falters, being a dead giveaway that your interaction with Pedro had you extremely flustered.

"You could feel that tension from across the room. Damn," Oscar laughed, knowing damn well his best friend had the hots for y/n. "Maybe I should've introduced you guys sooner, since you know, he is your celebrity crush after all." Oscar was full on laughing as he teased you, making you retort with a pout.

"Shut up, Oscar!" You roll your eyes, a pout still evident on your lips.

"Maybe he can finally cure y/n's dry spell." y/b/f/n said slyly, and you felt your whole body get hot once again. It's true, you hadn't had sex in months. You blamed it on your busy work schedule, and while half of it was true, you didn't want to blame your illiteracy of flirting or putting yourself out there.

"You bitch! That was supposed to be our secret. Way to put my business out there." You half-joked, and you were only embarrassed because she was telling the truth. Your body craved to be touched so badly, but your right hand really wasn't cutting it for you anymore.

"What'd I miss?" Pedro rejoined the three of you, but he was being coy. He overheard y/b/f/n talking about your... dry spell. He held a glass of whiskey, neat, in his hand, his eyes finding yours once more. You blushed a little as he took a sip of his drink, not breaking eye contact even once.

That single look alone was enough to make your panties wet. God, this man was so hot. Clenching your thighs wasn't going to cut it anymore.

"Just about work and stuff." You answered him while shrugging, looking down at the marble flooring beneath your feet.

"And stuff?" Pedro repeated, more as a question. Oscar and y/b/f/n exchanged glances, that thick tension between you and Pedro returning once again.

"Hey Oscar, come with me to get a drink." y/b/f/n suggested, and Oscar caught on immediately as he held out his arm for y/b/f/n to hook onto. They both disappeared within the crowd, leaving you and Pedro both to your erratic thoughts.

You peered up at him through your thick false lashes your best friend had put on you, not being able to form a single damn word. The affect this man had on you drove you absolutely insane.

He suddenly smiled at you, raising the glass in his hand so it was just below eye level to you. "Happy birthday, cariña. Salud." He cheers you, clinking his glass with yours. This time, both of you took a sip of your drinks without breaking eye contact with each other.

You're not sure if your sudden boldness came from the previous five shots you've taken, or if it was the unbearable tension between the two of you, but you held out your hand for him to take. He looks down, almost immediately lacing his fingers with yours. You felt heat rise to your cheeks from his touch, loving the way his hand felt in yours.

"Do you wanna, maybe, go upstairs?" You ask him in the most confident way you could muster up.

A look of shock flashes through his eyes, but is quickly replaced with lust and desire. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and gave your hand a slight squeeze. "Lead the way."

Your heart skipped a beat as you nodded, leading in front of him with your hands still intertwined. You knew it was too crowded and people were too drunken to even think of looking for you and Pedro, so you thought this was the perfect opportunity. You lead him up the steps to your bedroom, stopping before the door. You unlaced your fingers from his and opened the mahogany wooden door, stepping inside and he follows suit. You shut the door softly and lock it, just in case.

Your nerves return again as you face him, the full moon beaming into your large-windowed room. The moonlight hit his face perfectly, showing off all of his handsome features.

"So." You began, feeling a bit awkward again. Pedro chuckled at your shyness. He thought it was cute how flustered he made you.

"Do I make you nervous, mama?" He asked, his voice low bedroom voice immediately taking effect. Holy fuck.

You gulped at the pet name, feeling your core heat up even more than it already was. You were pretty sure if he even touched you, you'd orgasm. "Wh-what?" You whisper, losing all of your cool in that moment.

"I said," Pedro steps toward you, towering over you once more, "Do I make you nervous," he leans down to your ear, "mama?"

You couldn't hold it in anymore. You groaned at the pet name, looking up at him pleadingly. He got his answer right then and there, closing the space between the two of you. One of his hands firmly grasped on your hip, the other flush against the small of your back. His brown eyes bored into yours, and you were left wanting, waiting, anticipating.

"Well? What do you want me to do, cariña?" His breath was a mix of mint and the whiskey he was sipping on. He tilted his head, looking at you expectedly.

"Kiss me, please." Your voice was barely above a whisper, but Pedro wasted no time. He closed the distance between you two, finally encapturing your lips with his. You both moan into the kiss, fervor running through the course of your entire being. His kiss was gentle, yet so passionate. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging slightly which caused him to moan into your mouth. He pulled away from you slowly, cupping one of your cheeks while moving his thumb back and forth, breathing staggered.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, searching his eyes for any hint that he wanted to stop. There were none.

"Get on the bed," He demands, his eyes watching you as you moved past him and sauntered to your bed, clad in satin sheets. He smirked to himself as he noticed the sheets. "Fancy." He tilts his head toward the sheets, moving to you. You sat upright on the bed, arms straight behind you to hold you up.

He knelt down on one knee and if your dress wasn't on, he'd be eye level with your core. The thought of that made you dripping wet. You bit your lip as he moved his hands to unbuckle the straps of your heels you had on, kissing you right below the inside of your knee on both legs before he dropped your heels to the floor.

He stood up to look down at you, admiring you laid out on the huge bed.

"My god, mama, you're so beautiful." He rasps, unbuttoning his jacket. You quiver at the sound of his voice, becoming more needy as the seconds go by. He moved himself so he could lean over you, one knee between your thighs. He grabs the fabric of your dress from the bottom, sliding the material up your freshly-shaven and lotioned legs. He stops moving the dress up when it was around your hips, and his vision was now met with the black lace thong you had on, which was now soaked. He looks at you for approval, and once you gave him the okay to touch you, he moved his head down between your thighs.

He started to kiss in between your thighs, lightly biting the same spots he kissed which made you yelp in surprise. Pedro smirked at the sound, continuing the journey of his mouth to reach your core. He kissed you through your panties, making you moan loudly. You were glad the doors in your house were heavy and the music downstairs was blasting, because quite frankly you didn't need nosey people knowing you were about to get fucked by one of the hottest men you've ever laid your eyes on.

Pedro moves his hands to hook into the sides of your panties, tapping the sides of your hips. You raise your hips so he can slide them off of your body. He tosses them to the side of him on the floor, grabbing your hips and dragging you to the edge of the bed. He was on his knees at the foot of your bed, mouth salivating as he took the sight of your glistening core in.

"You're this wet and I haven't even touched you yet, cariña. What am I going to do with you?" Pedro was dragging out the teasing, and he knew you wanted his touch so bad. He wasn't helping his case either, because he needed sweet release from his pants that seemed to get tighter around him every minute that passed.

"Fuck me. That's what you should do." You retort, and that was enough to make him lowly growl and move back down between your thighs. He finally kissed your core and started lapping away, his mustache and beard immediately covered by your wetness. His skilled tongue felt heavenly against you. You couldn't help but start writhing once he pulled his tongue away, sliding two fingers into you. He wanted to see you lose it over his touch, and my god, were you the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

He moved his mouth back down, lapping you up once more. The sound of him eating you out and your moans, which were getting louder, echoed throughout the room. You felt a burning desire in the depths of your core, knowing you were close to a sweet release.

"'M gonna cum, oh, fuck." You cursed aloud, your legs starting to stiffen.

"That's it mama, just for me," Pedro coaxed you, his fingers moving at an even faster pace, curling inside of you. You convulsed around him on his command, your head spinning as your orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, your thighs pinching together at the overwhelming high you just experienced.

No one has ever made you come like that.

Though you were still shaky, you stood up and reached toward Pedro to unbutton his shirt. You moved the soft material down his toned, tan arms, admiring the view just as he'd done to you earlier.

"You're so handsome." You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you. He smiles softly at your compliment, dipping his head down so his lips met yours. You kissed him with all the passion you held, wanting him to know just how much you wanted him without saying a word. You tasted yourself on his tongue and could feel how soaked his beard really was.

You turn him around and gently push him onto the bed. He stares up at you as you slowly take your dress off, letting it pool around your feet on the floor. You didn't happen to be wearing a bra with the dress, so you were now completely naked.

Pedro groaned in lustful agony at the sight of you, resting his forehead on your stomach as he wrapped his hands around the back of your thighs. He kissed your stomach softly, almost pouting when you moved back from him.

"It's my turn to take care of you." You purred, causing his eyes to widen. You pushed his shoulders down gently, but with enough force to assert some sort of dominance.

You loved being a switch and loved the fact that Pedro was letting you be one.

Your nimble fingers move to Pedro's belt buckle, getting it undone in a swift manner. You unbuttoned his pants, moving the zipper down and he immediately lifts his hips so you can get his pants off of him. He moans at the sweet release from his pants, just aching to be touched by you.

You swallowed thickly once more as you looked down at his briefs, his bulge as clear as day. A surge of confidence washed over you, knowing that you turned him on like that.

You reached up to rest one hand by his head, the other one reaching down toward his briefs. You began to palm him, multiple low groans escaping from his mouth.

"Fuck, I need that pretty mouth of yours already." He whimpered, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You finally decided to stop your teasing and relieve him of his misery. Grabbing his briefs in your hands, you pulled them all the way down and tossed them onto the floor with the rest of your guys' clothing. You stared down at the beautiful man in front of you, naked and clearly unafraid. You were basking in the sight, wondering how the hell you even got to this point in the first place.

You gently grabbed him in your hand, pumping his length slowly. Your thumb ran over the tip, making him hiss in pleasure. You smiled at his reaction as you brought the tip of his length to your mouth, kissing it once, then swirling your tongue slowly-- teasingly.

You ran your tongue down the bottom, going slow enough to have Pedro squirming underneath you.

"Please, y/n," He begged, breathless, "I need to be inside that pretty mouth." That was enough to make your bones jump. Hearing him say your name like that made you want to do unspeakable things with this man.

Relaxing your jaw, you took his full length into your mouth, moving your head up and down at a steady pace.

"That's it, mama, right there," Pedro praises, making you moan against him. "Just like that." His voice was strangled, and when you licked a bold stripe up his protruding vein that was on his length, he gripped your hair tighter and let out a loud moan.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," You picked up the pace, using your hand where your mouth couldn't fit. "Fuck, y/n, princess, I'm close." You felt the tip hit the back of your throat, and that sent him completely over the edge. He cried out your name as he came, feeling the warm liquid shoot down your throat.

You swallowed after he was done, wiping a dribble that got onto your chin.

"That was so fucking hot," Pedro looked at you, breathlessly. "C'mere." You moved up to him and he gave you a rather needy kiss.

"On your knees, princess." He smirked, and you did as you were told. He drank in the delicious sight before him-- your ass up, waiting for him to absolutely demolish you. You got butterflies just thinking about how you'd feel around him.

Pedro stood on his knees behind you, kissing the lower middle of your back before smacking your ass. You gasped at the unexpected contact, but that just made your core clench with excitement. He grabbed onto your hips, steadying you as you felt his length rub up against your ass.

"Are you ready, mama?" He coaxed, fingers digging into your hips slightly. You felt yourself tremble with excitement, barely being able to form any words.

"Yes," you're breathless, anxious and needy. Never in a million years did you think this would become your reality.

You felt one of Pedro's hands leave your hip, taking his length into his own hand as he positioned himself to your entrance. He slowly pushed the tip into you, making you gasp with excitement. You couldn't wait any longer, so you pushed your hips back onto him so he fully sank into your heat.

Groans left both of you, you getting used to his length and him getting used to your tightness. You stayed still for a full second to fully adjust to each other, and then he started to move. Really move.

Your breath almost got knocked out from your lungs as he slid backwards, then came back forward full force.

"Fuck," you gasp, gripping onto the satin beneath your fingers. You grit your teeth with how much he filled your wanting, aching heat, hitting just the right angles as he began to thrust even faster. You started to catch onto his rhythm, moving your hips back with force.

The sound of skin on skin slapping harshly rang throughout the room, moans and groans slipping from both of you. Pedro moved his hand, sliding it up the front of your body, finding its way to your neck. He spread his fingers out, so he had a tight grip on either side of your throat.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

He used the hand wrapped around your throat to coax your body upwards, so your back was against his chest. His hot, staggered breaths met your ear, making you moan. He moved his other free hand off of your hip, slipping it between your legs. His fingers started to rub soft circles around your clit, and the stimulation from it all brought back that warm, patronizing heat deep within.

He was absolutely enthralled with the way your body fit so perfectly with him, enjoying the fact that he was going to be the culprit of your undoing soon enough. You just felt so right on him, your pace and movements flowing with him so naturally.

"Fuck, princess, you feel so good," He groans into your ear, his hands simultaneously tightening around your throat and working at your clit faster. You knew you were done for, and all you could do was just let yourself enjoy the ride... literally.

His thrusts started to become sloppy and his breath was so rigid and uneven, he could barely hold on much longer himself.

"Cum for me, mi amor." He groaned, and his voice was enough to tip you over the edge, once more. That white, hot feeling in the pit of your core exploded, ripping through you once more as you moaned his name so loudly, not really giving a fuck if any of the party guests could hear you riding out your orgasm.

He slipped out of you and seconds later, you felt warm liquid spurting onto your backside as a string of profanities left his mouth. You slumped down onto your bed, completely spent and out of breath. You heard him get up from the bed, walking to the left of your room where the bathroom happened to be. He returned shortly after, cleaning up your backside with a towel before laying down next to you.

You peered up at him, brown eyes already looking back at you. He was trying to steady his breath, hand reaching up to move the hair from your face.

"That was," you trailed off, letting your lungs catch up on the air they were lacking, "So fucking amazing." You said timidly, suddenly feeling shy. All that you could think about in that moment was that Pedro Pascal was literally in your bed. What the fuck?

"It was," He chuckled, reaching his hand out to your chin so he could tilt it up, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "You did so well, mama. So tell me... now that you've been fucked by your celebrity crush, will you go out on a date with him, too?"

Your eyes widen in horror, feeling embarrassed that he actually heard about your confession. You groan and bury your face in your hands, making him chuckle.

"Of course I'll go out on a date with him." You laugh, uncovering your face. He grins, taking one of your hands and kissing the back of it.

You're both so enthralled with each other that you almost don't even hear the knock on your bedroom door.

"Y/n, are you in there? We want to sing happy birthday to you!" Y/b/f/n called through the door, her voice muffled.

"Just a second!" You yell in a panic, scrambling off the bed as you go to pick up your dress. Pedro is slightly amused, watching you slip the long gown back on over your body. He gets up and dressed, only taking a couple of minutes.

"Can you zip me up?" You ask him, turning your back toward him so he can easily access the zipper to your dress. You feel his warm hands trail down your back, sending a shiver down your spine. He zips you up slowly, loving the feeling of your hot skin beneath his fingertips. He kisses your shoulder once you're zipped up, and you turn back around to face him. He looks down at the floor, suddenly noticing your lacy underwear at the bottom of his feet.

He bends down to pick them up, not even bothering to hand them over to you. He stuffs them in the back pocket of his pants, giving you a cheeky grin. He leans down to your ear, pressing a feather-like kiss onto it.

"C'mon birthday girl, let's go celebrate you some more." He whispers, kissing you beneath your ear this time. He spins you around and ushers you to the door after you check your hair and makeup.

You totally look freshly fucked, and quite frankly, so does he. You really didn't care, though, because you were feeling so euphoric at tonight's events altogether.

Best. Birthday Ever.

[dootdootwriting]

Doot, absolutely love your writing❤ I have a request.

I need some angst if your feeling up to it. Can I have an unrequited love scenario with any of the Genshin men of your choosing? How do they handle your polite rejection? Who continues to love you from afar? Who is down for you so bad and takes this rejection to heart? Like "Did I do something in the past to make you upset with me? Do you love someone else?? I promise I could make you happy."

A lot of potential, what do you think?

featuring: childe; neuvilette; scaramouche; tighnari (separate) tw: some stalkery shit + cursing in scaramouche's, childe not giving a shit????, letting them down ofc, brief mention of one-night stands (non-specified) in childe's type: angst, sfw pronouns used: none a/n: i went through my inbox this morning and saw this and was like. well. forget college im doing this. ALSO IM SO ANGRY AT HOW THEY PRONOUNCE NEUVILETTE IN THIS GAME.... poor guy

CHILDE -> the "well, at least i gave it a shot!"

he's prepared himself for this, honestly

being a harbinger and away all the time means that while he does enjoy the occasional dinner date or one-night stand, he'd be the first to admit to himself that he's not the best candidate for a serious relationship

still, he had to give it a shot!

you'd have to be pretty special to get him to even think about asking you out for real, too

so, all this to say he isn't surprised when you let him down gently and give him an apologetic smile

oh, well. he'll find someone else

he can have his pick of who he wants. he travels around for work!

and he knew you'd probably say no, anyway

so... then, why does it still sting a little?

SCARAMOUCHE -> the confused + furious

what? sorry??

have you been leading him on this whole time or something? what is your fucking problem?

on the inside, he's fuming. he's harbored these feelings for you for months and you're just... what, throwing him out with the trash?

(of course, this isn't the case, and you've been perfectly polite about rejecting him, letting him down slowly with a sweet apology)

on the outside, however, he doesn't let it show. he gives a huff and pulls his hat down over his face, turning away and refusing to meet your gaze

"fine. i never cared that much anyway."

this is A LIE.

for the next week, no matter how much he tries to distract himself, all scaramouche can think about is where he went wrong.

he can't figure it out by himself, so he turns to observation

he watches you, as you go about your day-to-day life, having almost completely forgotten him.

one of these days, he'll ask again. and you'll say yes.

NEUVILLETTE -> the admirer from a distance

"ah, i see. very well then, i understand. i'll see you around then, i suppose."

he gives you a very curt, polite nod, and turns around, walking away as briskly as he can without appearing too embarrased

it's honestly very cute.

while neuvillette does his best to be respectful of your boundaries, he still can't stop himself from occasionally keeping an eye on you when he's around, just to make sure you're doing okay

if you eventually do find another partner, he does his best to abandon this behavior, able to convince himself that you'll be okay without him now that you have someone else.

if you ever run into him, neuvillette will be perfectly kind to you, but he'll leave as soon as possible. he wants to be as respectful as he can

you never said you couldn't be friends, but he never saw you that way, and it's all he can do not to get on his knees and beg

TIGHNARI -> the "forget it ever happened"

you'd have to have been friends with him for quite a while to even get to this point, honestly.

so when he asks you out, you're surprised, and a little confused

and when you gently let him down, he's just as surprised as you were when he asked

for some reason, he'd come to the conclusion you also had feelings for him... and now that he knows you don't he's so embarrassed that he feels like digging himself a hole in the forest floor and laying in it for at least the next month.

but instead, he just flushes a bright shade of red and shakes his head furiously to try and ground himself.

"ah, i'm really sorry then, i get it. just forget i ever asked."

tighnari would much rather stay as close to you as he can be. and while "just friends" isn't anywhere close to his ideal label, it would have to do.

[hwashotcheeto]

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑵𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆

Park Seonghwa X gn!reader

Summary: After you fall ill, your loving boyfriend promises to take care of you

WC: 1.4k

Content: Fluffy sick fic! So fluffy! Cuddles, lil bit of crying, lots of comfort, Hwa being an overbearing partner

AN: I wrote this because a) I got COVID 😭 and b) because I love comfort/sick fics. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it, because oh, I got emotional writing it.

Moodboard credit again goes to my lovely @malldreamprincess . Thank you again sweetie 💜

Of all things you expected to wake up to, being sick definitely wasn't one of them. 

You stood in the kitchen, a hot drink in one hand to soothe your sore throat, and in your other hand, a COVID test. You stared at the little window, waiting to see if the other line would appear to tell you if you had caught the plague or not. 

And unfortunately, that second line appeared. 

As the revelation came over you, it seemed as if your body realized it had the cursed sickness the same minute you did, and all the symptoms came crashing into you at once. 

A frustrated groan leaves your lips as the body aches begin, like a vice gripping onto different parts of your body. You slam the test on the counter and go to sit down at the table. You take a sip of your drink, and right after, you're choking up phlegm and spitting it into the trash.

Then the headache hit, and you were done with the day before it even began. 

You put your cup down and held your head, feeling tears well up in your eyes. Your first day off from work in a week, and you somehow got sick. The irony of it all was the cruelest joke you could think of. 

Your boyfriend came into the kitchen, his eyes still half closed from sleep. You didn't get the chance to say anything before he saw the test. 

“This is what your sore throat was?” Seonghwa asked, his morning voice low and scratchy. You nodded and looked down at the table as you rubbed the tears out of your eyes. 

He caught the small movement and went over to you, putting his arm around your shoulders. Instinctively, you moved away from him, not wanting to get him sick. 

But when you looked at Seonghwa, he looked genuinely hurt. His eyes were heavy and his shoulders were down. 

“I don't want to get you sick,” you tried to explain, but Seonghwa was already walking up to you and pulling you against his chest, his arms around your waist. 

“If you were already showing symptoms yesterday, then you had it yesterday, and I've probably already got it.” 

He was right, but for some reason, the idea makes you tear up again and you lean into his neck, hugging him back. The cries and whimpers come a few seconds later. 

Seonghwa didn't say anything. He just held you tight, slowly rocking back and forth. 

And it felt good. You felt awful, sure, but it felt good to cry. To be held by your loving boyfriend, and to cry out your frustration. 

You and Seonghwa had made plans today. You were going to finally hang out for the first time in a while, doing cute couple things instead of coexisting. You were going to make breakfast together, then play video games, maybe watch some movies too. You two were even going to go out to dinner and spend some time out, just wandering the streets. 

And now you were sick and couldn't do all those things. The cries come out harder and you hug Seonghwa tighter. 

“I got you, jagiya,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead after. “I'm not going anywhere. I'll take care of you.” 

“But you'll get sick,” you tried to protest. 

“I don't care.” He put his hand on your cheek and tilted your head up, wiping your tears with his thumb. “I'll spend all day with you. And tomorrow, and the next day, for however long you're sick.

“Seonghwa, I can handle-” 

“Jagi, don't push me away.” His eyes changed then, back to that sadness when you moved away from him. “Please. I want to take care of you.” His hand moved to the back of your neck, cradling your head and neck in his palm. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you whispered, just before he pulled you in for a soft kiss, solidifying his promise and sealing his fate. 

At that moment, you considered yourself the luckiest person on the planet. To have someone who loved you so much, they'd throw caution to the wind just to stay with you while you were sick. Not because they had to care for you, because they wanted to. 

Seonghwa helped you dry your tears before he gave you another forehead kiss. “What do you want for breakfast? Say it, I’ll make it for you.” 

“I'm not very hungry,” you started, but Seonghwa cut you off. 

“You're going to eat breakfast. You need it, especially now that you're sick. Now what can I make you?” 

You can't help but smile. Your loving boyfriend has always been overbearing, like a mother, and you've always loved it. He took care of you better than anyone else, he was always there to get you food or water, help with chores, ask you how you were feeling. 

Sometimes, it's annoying, but it comes from a place of love. He wants you to be happy and healthy, because he truly loves you more than anything else. 

Even more than Star Wars and Lego. That's a lot of love. 

You stayed next to Seonghwa as he made you your requested breakfast. You boiled a pot of water to make yourself tea for your throat, upon Seonghwa's insistence. 

“I can just drink water.” 

“The tea will help, jagi, I promise.” 

Seonghwa made two plates of food, and you both went to eat on the couch. You were wrapped up in a blanket and pressed up against Seonghwa’s side. He had his arm around you, eating his food with one hand as he cuddled you. He still managed to finish before you, somehow.  

After breakfast, despite your protests, Seonghwa brought your dishes back to the kitchen. You were used to your boyfriend’s cleanliness, and honestly, you appreciated it. But today, you wanted his cuddles more than you wanted his perfectionism. 

When he came back, you made sure to hold him in place with your body weight. He noticed it and couldn't help but laugh. 

“I'm here, jagi, it's okay.” 

“You left me,” you whined, pressing your face into his shoulder. 

“For a minute.” 

“But you promised.” 

“I know, I promised, but I'm here now. For the rest of the day, I'll bring you with, okay?” 

You nodded this time, feeling the fatigue already creeping back up on you. Thankfully, Seonghwa had prepared for this, and already grabbed the Switch controllers. 

But before he began, he offered you some pain killers. “Here, I got these too.” 

You hadn't even noticed that he'd gotten them, but you gratefully took them with the tea. 

“You'd make an amazing nurse, you know,” you joked as you set the mug back down. You had your arms around his waist, your head against his chest, hugging him tight. 

Seonghwa smiled down at you as he draped his arm over you. “What do you mean? Aren't I already your nurse?” 

The two of you laughed together, but it was true. He was a nurse. Your personal, adorable, gorgeous, loving nurse. 

Seonghwa had started up Animal Crossing, despite him insisting that you two play something together. But you were content to watch him run around with his villagers and do chores. It's a simple game, but a relaxing one. 

“What's that one's name again?” You asked, pointing at a blue bunny wearing a letterman jacket off to the side of the screen. She was looking at a snow covered bush, holding a little basket. 

“Her?” Seonghwa asked, running up to her. “This is Sasha. Haven't I told you before?” 

He probably had, and you just weren't remembering correctly because of your sickness. 

“She reminds me of you.” 

“Yeah?” Seonghwa asked. 

“Yeah. Because you're a tokki.” 

He laughed, and you swear, it felt like the aches disappeared for a few seconds. 

The game was starting to put you to sleep. You'd wanted to stay awake a little while longer, but before you knew it, your eyes were falling shut again. Seonghwa didn't notice until he heard the soft snores coming from you. 

He looked down from the TV and smiled at you. Even when you were sick, with your face bright red from your oncoming fever, you were still his adorable love. 

He put the controller down for a second to pet your head, like you were a sleeping kitten. 

“Sleep well, nae sarang. I’m here for you.” 

Thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed! 💜

This is a work of fiction written by me. This does not represent the idol in any way. Any re-upload is not allowed and will be reported.

[moonywritez6]

A Sisters Love (Reupload)

Character: Sabo

Reader: Fem! Reader, Sis! reader 

Warnings: Violence, loss of eye, Amnesia, harsh language, angst

Context: The reader is Sabo's younger sister. Due to Sabo's incident with the celestial dragon he loses his memories that includes his own precious little sister.

Wc: 3,961

A/n: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

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"Sabo-nii! Get down from there!" Your voice rang throughout the forest, causing some birds to fly from the trees nearby. You stood there cranking your neck up as far as your little neck could go as you shield your eyes from the sun, trying to get a better look at the shadowed figure above. Sabo, who sat high up in the tree, hummed as he looked down at you, tilting his hat back a bit. "Hm? Oh! Haha! Hey Y/n!" He laughed, smiling down at you with his usual toothy grin. You stood there looking at him, a pout on your lips as you went to shout your next words at the blonde boy. "Ace said he wouldn't be here till late because of Luffy, so spend some time with me! I'm bored, and you guys always do cool things without me!" You whined; cheeks puffed out in anger as you stomped your foot. 

Sabo smirked down at you, finding it so much fun when his little sister got angry. "If you want to hang out, climb up here with me!" He laughed as he watched your pouting face turn into shock and horror. "EEEEEEH?!?!" You yelled out in disbelief. You looked at the tree, slowly following its trunk from the ground to where your brother stood proudly. Your shocked expression soon turns to a glare as you look at the older boy. Seeing as he was your older brother, Sabo knew all too well that you weren't a good climber and had a slight fear of heights, so he wanted to try teasing you. You turn from him, placing your hands on your hips as you puff out your cheeks, not wanting to give your brother the satisfaction of watching you suffer. "Humph! I'll wait down here for Ace! After all, he's way more reliable and cuter, too~" You sang, a mischievous glint in your eyes, one you knew your brother could not see from his position in the tree. 

You knew Sabo was an overly protective brother regarding boys, even ones he was close with, such as Ace and Luffy. Sabo never liked you hanging around boys without him and would always chase them away when he would finally notice. You see Sabo's body stiffen in the corner of your eye, causing you to laugh as you push your teasing a bit more. "Who knows, maybe Ace will be my husband in the future!" You declared, shrugging your shoulders as you pretended to shake your head innocently. Glancing back at Sabo, you saw the look of horror cross his face as he almost stumbled off the tree branch, he was on, quickly trying to regain his balance. "L-LIKE HELL YOU WILL!" He yelled in a voice filled with utter fear at the thought of his sweet sister marrying his troublemaking friend. You watched as he quickly climbed down from the tree, running over to you. 

You giggled as he ran up to you, taking your hand, a slight pout on his face as he looked you in the eye. "You're not allowed to get married to any guy so long as I'm around!" He protectively yelled while tapping a hand to his chest. You just smiled at him as you held his hand while rolling your eyes at how ridiculous he was. "Hehe, I got you to come down! So now you can spend time with me!" You proudly proclaimed while jumping up and down, relishing your small victory over your older brother. 

Sabo looked at you, shocked for a moment, before smiling as he joined in on your laughter. The two of you hunched over, holding your stomachs as tiny blush on both cheeks as you try to catch your breath. "You little brat!" You let out a squeal as Sabo went and pounced on you, efficiently trapping you in a tickle attack, causing you to roll around in the dirt and grass, tears flooding your eyes. "Hahaha! N-no, stop! Don't do that!" You pleaded, trying to escape his grasp, but to no avail. "I won't stop until you surrender!" He shouted, a cocky grin on his face as he continued his tickle war. "Hahaha! OK! OK! I surrender! I surrender!" You shouted, trying to push him away, your child's lungs trying to regain some air quickly. Sabo smiled at this victory over his little sister before stopping his assault as he backed away with a small laugh, watching as you tried to regain your breath. "That's so not fair, Sabo-nii!" You whined, hitting his shoulder, causing him to flinch. 

He smiled nervously at you while rubbing the spot you had just hit while sitting in the grass next to you. "Brothers never play fair! Remember that!" He grinned while pointing a finger at you, laughing. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head as you waved him off after a few years. After a moment of silence between the two, you spoke up, pulling your knees closer to your chest as you glanced at your brother. "Hey... Sabo-nii?" You asked, causing him to hum and look at you curiously, his hat falling forward as he tilted his head in your direction. "Yeah?" He questioned, a small smile on his face. You looked at him briefly before smiling nervously as you hid your face in your knees before speaking, "I like it better out here...away from momma and papa." Sabo didn't say anything for a moment before nodding as he went and took a leaf out of your hair. "Yeah, me too! I'm never going back!" He shouted quickly, jumping up, causing you to flinch at the sudden action. "All I need is my little sister by my side, and we'll be able to rule the world!" He cheered, smiling down at you as he offered one of his tiny hands towards you. 

You looked up at him in awe for a moment before smiling a giant smile as you nodded. "Yep!" You cheered, taking his hand in yours as he helped you off the ground. "Hehe! We'll always be together, right Sabo?!?!" You laughed, looking at him with bright (e/c) eyes. Sabo nods at you, giving a big thumbs up, "Yep! That's right!" The two of you laughed at each other before hearing your names being called from behind. "Oi! Sabo! Y/n! Where are you?!" Ace's voice echoed throughout the trees. Sabo smiled as he waved a hand to get his friend's attention. "Over here!" Ace looked at you guys and smiled quickly, running over to you, Luffy following close behind a piece of meat hanging from his mouth. Once Ace reached you both, he placed his hands on his knees, catching his breath before jumping up with immense energy. "Ready for some fun?!" Ace asked, that usual mischievous smirk on his face as he put his hands behind his head. The two of you looked at each other, smiling. 

"Let's do this!" 

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You silently walked down the halls of the Revolutionary Army's base, your boots clicking against the cement floor echoing off the blank white walls. "Ah! Hey Y/n! There you are!" You heard the familiar voice of Koala cheer from behind, causing you to stop in your tracks. You looked back and smiled slightly, an eyepatch over your right eye, a bit of a nasty scar leaking out from the small piece of fabric. "Oh, Koala, hello." You greeted softly, slightly nodding as she approached you with a bright smile. "So, how are things? Due to your mission, I haven't seen you in a few days." She whined, giving your shoulder a slight shake, cheeks puffed out.

"You didn't even say goodbye! I was so hurt!" You just smiled at her words as you reached into your pocket, pulling out a small piece of candy before tossing it at the revolutionary officer. "My apologies, Koala, everything just happened so fast that day." You confess sincerity in your voice as you give a small apologetic smile as compensation. Koala hums as she tosses the piece of candy into her mouth. "I guess I can forgive you this time." You just chuckled, giving her a slight nudge, which she returned as you continued to walk down the halls. "As for the mission everything went by smoothly. So, I would say it was a success for the revolutionary army!" Koala and you cheered, giving each other high fives for your success against the damn government. 

After a moment of silence, you cleared your throat before glancing over at your friend. "... How's Sabo?" Your tone was a pained one filled with love and concern. Koala gave you a sympathetic smile, nodding in understanding to your sudden question as she went and put a slight skip in her step, placing her hands behind her back. "He's doing good! We just got back from a short mission ourselves." She admitted, nodding to herself as she recalled the mission from memory. You just hummed, not giving much of a response at first as you continued to stare ahead at the floor. "Has any of his memories returned to him yet?" Silence filled the hallway as the two of you stopped walking momentarily. Koala could hear the hope in your voice, causing her to frown as she shook her head sympathetically. "I'm afraid not. I'm sorry, Y/n." Koala whispered, her face showing genuine empathy for you and your situation. 

A frown crossed your face as you sadly looked to the floor, not muttering a word for a moment as you took in all of Koala's terms. You let out a small sigh before continuing to walk down the halls, a defeated smile crossing your face as you shrug slightly. "Oh well! There's nothing we can do about it!" You laughed as Koala tried to keep up with your sudden steps, a sad look in her eyes as she stared at your side profile for a moment before deciding to ask the question, she's always wondered about you. "Y/n... isn't it painful?" She questioned, causing you to hum and look over at her, a brow raised in curiosity at her words. She stops a few feet behind you, causing your steps to cease. You turn to her halfway, watching as she looks at you with a mix of emotions in her eyes. "Aren't you sad? Knowing your brother doesn't even remember you?" 

You look at her surprised momentarily before smiling, a small laugh leaving your lips as your fingers gently caress the black fabric covering where your eye had once been. 

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You had gotten separated from your older brother Sabo, who had been running towards the gates that lead to Gray Terminal to warn Ace and Luffy, along with everyone else, of what was to come soon from the nobles. "Sabo-nii! Sabo-nii, where are you?!?!" You cried out desperately, tears falling from your face. You stood there; right eye wrapped in messy bandages from throwing yourself in front of Ace to shield him from a sword when fighting against the pirates who had taken Luffy away. 

You quickly try to rid the tears from your eye as you begin to run in search of your brother once again. As you run, you feel your foot gets caught in a crack in the cement, causing you to trip and fall flat on your face. "Ouch…" You hiss slowly rising to your feet as you glance down at your scrapped up palms and knees. 

You felt more tears in your eye as you tried to ignore the pain from smashing your face into the cement. "Ace...Luffy..." You cried, gripping the hem of your shirt. "SABO-NII WHERE ARE YOU?!?!" You screamed, just wanting to be with your friends and older brother, scared of what would or could happen to any of them. You hated this place more than anything, as the nobles here only cared about themselves. Your parents didn't even properly care about your brother and yourself either, as they just saw a chance to rise to a higher status while using their children as steppingstones. "I just wanna go home!" As you continued to cry, someone stopped in front of you. "Why are you crying child?" The voice asked. You opened your eyes, tears still blurring as you tried wiping them away so you could see the person standing before you. Finally, being able to look at the person, you see a man wearing a green cloak, his face tattooed. "I... I don't want to be here... it's scary here...I want to leave this place. I want to be free again." You cried, biting your lip. 

"I just wanna be with my friends and big brother!" You cried, looking at the ground. The man said nothing at first while he looked at you, seeing your bandages and the cuts on your knees and hands. Dragon frowned at the sight as he slowly bent down to your level, being cautious not to scare you even more than you already were. "Little girl, are you sure you want to leave here and be free? The world outside can be terrifying and dangerous." He confessed to you, his tone serious as his eyes showed many emotions that overwhelmed your little mind, but you shook that off as you clenched your fist at your shirt. "I know that! I don't care! I can get strong! I can handle the world!" You yelled; eyes filled with determination as you remembered what Sabo had said once about you both being able to take on the world. Dragon smirked at your words as he went and picked you up, catching you by surprise as he carefully placed you on his shoulder. "Then I want you to remember those words you declared out into the world, little girl. Because where I'm going, you're gonna have to try and rule the world with your hand." Dragon glanced at you after speaking those words. You just looked at him, your eye showing determination, causing him to smirk as the two of you left your horrible home. You looked back, watching the smoke rise from what you could only assume was Gray Terminal. "Sabo-nii .... everyone." 

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The next day, you stood on Dragon's ship staring out at the kingdom of Goa. 'So... this is a celestial dragons ship.' You thought to yourself, carefully watching as it sailed by. You felt your throat tighten as it became harder to swallow, fear consuming you as you thought of all the stories you had heard about the celestial beings. 'Sabo-nii...where are you?' You thought, worried as you bit your bottom lip, playing with the hem of your shirt once more. As you stare at the kingdom, Dragon walks next to you. 

"Who are you looking for?" He asks calmly, his eyes following your gaze. "My older brother..." You whispered, not finding any reason to hide the truth from the man who saved you, treated your infected eye wound, and is now giving you the freedom, you and your brother so desperately craved. "I-I don't want to leave him alone." A frown crosses your face as you think of how worried Sabo must be for you and how you hate causing him problems. Dragon didn't say anything as he silently watched with you. As time passed, you noticed something sailing near the celestial dragon's ship. 

"Huh?" You questioned, leaning slightly onto the railing of the ship. Your eye squints to try and see what that figure could be. 'There's a sail as well...' You thought about trying to see who was on the sail. Your eye suddenly went wide in shock when you finally got a good view of the tiny flag. "Sabo-nii?!?!" You cried out in surprise, unable to process what was happening or why he would sail to sea alone. "Hm?" Dragon glanced down at you before following your gaze once more. 'Sabo-nii…were you also finally ready for our freedom?' You thought, gripping the ship's rail, knuckles practically turning white from nerves. You watched as the tiny boat started to pass the celestial Dragon's ship. "This can't be good." You heard Dragon mumble, causing you to shoot your head back up at him with a worried look in your eye. "What do you mean?" You asked confused. A loud explosion sounded before anyone could say anything, causing you to slowly turn your head back to where you had last seen your older brother. 

Your eye widened in horror as you watched your brother's ship get fired at and soon shoot up in fire. "SABO-NII!!!" You screamed desperately, tears forming as you tried to throw yourself over the railing. Dragon grabbed you, making sure to cover your eye so you wouldn't witness the gruesome sight that was taking place as you tried to escape from him. "NO!!! SABO-NII!!!" You screamed, tears falling from your eye as you tried pushing Dragon's hand away from your face. Dragon didn't budge nor say anything as he held you close, glaring at the celestial ship. Once the firing stopped and some time passed, he removed his hand from your eye. You quickly looked at the sea, seeing a destroyed boat. 

"No..." You cried, feeling your entire body start to tremble. "Please! You have to look for him!" You yelled, looking up at Dragon desperately. He only stared down at you, not showing any signs of movement or command to those who followed him. "Please! He's, my brother!" You clung to Dragon's clothes, your body trembling as you started to beg the man before you. Dragon watched as your small hands that gripped his cloak violently shook, causing him to let out a small yet heavy sigh. "We'll try." Was all he said before walking away from you, leaving your small form to cry on the ship while thanking him. After searching the water for a while, they were able to find Sabo. "Sabo-nii!" You called, running towards where he was. Once up close, you saw the left side of his face was all burned, causing your eye to widen. You stared at his unconscious form for a moment before quickly going and hugging him while some of the men balanced both of your bodies so neither of you got hurt any further.

"Sabo-nii, I'm sorry! I'm here, so please don't leave me!" You cried, looking down at him. No one on the deck said anything; they could only watch the two of you with sadness. "I'm right here! I won't leave you again, big brother!" 

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After a few days on the ship, you heard that Sabo was finally awake, causing you to happily run to where he was staying. Once there, you happily threw the door open. "Sabo-nii!" You cheered a giant smile plastered as you saw his eyes look toward you. While unconscious, he sat there surrounded by some of the others on the ship who had been helping take care of him. "I'm so glad you're awake!" You cried, running over to him. He looked up at you with a blank stare before speaking. "Who...are you?" He questioned, tilting his head. Your eye went wide as you stopped in your tracks, no longer running towards his bedside. You felt your entire world crumble as your heart shattered while looking into his eyes. 'He... doesn't remember me...' You thought in disbelief that the brother who loved and adored you so much could suddenly not know of your existence. Dragon and Ivankov watched you in pitied silence, waiting to hear what you had to say to the boy who no longer recalled being your older brother. You stood there momentarily, bangs shadowing half of your face before smiling a pained smile. 

"I'm... I'm a friend!" 

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You open your eye, a tear gently falling down your cheek as you brush it away with your thumb. "Of course, it hurts..." You admitted going and placing a hand over your chest. "Every day, I remember that my older brother doesn't know who I am. Every day, I watch him go by, smiling at everyone without knowing that his little sister is standing right before him." You said, tears burning your only eye as you hiss, cursing your emotions. "It hurts so bad, Koala..." You cried, looking at her. "I've watched him grow up by my side but not as my brother…as a friend, a comrade, someone he thinks he met for the first time on a ship that gave us our freedom from the hell we called home." Koala looked at you with tears as she witnessed all your pain come out at that moment; your eye told her everything she needed to know. 

 "But...at least I'm still by his side." You sighed, removing the last tears before returning to your usual monotone self. Koala stood there for a moment before practically tackling you in a hug. "I'm so sorry! Y/n!" The officer cried into your ear, catching you by surprise before you slowly hugged her back, whispering a small thank you for her empathy towards you. "Thank you, Koala..." After a moment, the two of you pulled away. You nod at her before pointing towards where you both were heading. "Shall we move on?" You quiz, raising a brow at her curiously with a slight grin. She only nods her head as the two of you start walking. 

"Hm? Oh! Y/n-San! Koala! Hello!" You heard that familiar voice cheer from ahead. You looked up to see Sabo smiling happily at the two of you, his hand waving. "Hello, Sabo!" Koala called, waving to him. You just smiled at him, giving a small nod of acknowledgment. "Are you two going to see the paper?" He asked, tilting his head. "Yes, I was just on my way there." You spoke calmly, causing Sabo's attention to turn to you, and he smiled. "That's awesome! Mind if I tag along with you guys?" He asked, putting his hands together in a pleading motion. You laugh slightly, finding your brother's actions so dumb. "Sure, I don't mind at all!" You spoke with a gentle smile on your face. Koala glanced at you and frowned, knowing that you are most likely still not recovered from opening up to her about the situation a few moments ago. Sabo just smiled at this as you walked down the halls talking. 

You looked over at Sabo, who was happily chatting away to Koala. 'Sabo-nii... it's OK if you don't remember me as your little sister.' You thought, watching as he laughed while hitting Koala on the shoulder. You felt a slight smile tug at your lips, remembering him from when you could still call him your older brother. Sabo hummed, looking over at you, still smiling. 'I'll live with this pain no matter how long it takes.... because...' Sabo tilted his head at you while placing a hand on your head, catching you by surprise as you looked at him in awe. "Something wrong Y/n-San?" He looked concerned as he tried to read what was wrong based on your expressions and body language. You just smiled at him, shaking your head. "No, I was just thinking that's all." You reassured him with a slight wave as he removed his hand from your head. He smiles at this, letting out a sigh of relief while scratching the back of his neck. "That's good! Can't go having you get all sad on me now Y/n-San!" He laughed when you looked at him for a moment before laughing at yourself, the two of you placing your arms around each other's shoulders.

'Because as long as I'm by your side I'll live with the pain of you not seeing your little sister is right here...after all I'll always love my big brother.'

[magical-regical]

Continuing my L&DS hyperfixation but also because Owl City just released a new single, here are some owl city songs that remind me of each LI and Caleb

Go under the cut if you want some extremely long commentary on why I picked the songs I did. If you don't care what I have to say, please peruse this TLDR;

Xavier: If My Heart Was a House

Zayne: Car Trouble

Rafayel: My Muse, Rainbow Veins

Caleb: Hot Air Balloon, The Bird and The Worm

Ah you're still here. A few disclaimers before you continue:

Whenever I mention MC in this, I will be using she/her pronouns.

I haven't listened to every owl city song in existence and some songs didn't stick with me the way the songs listed here did so if you think my takes are garbage and I'm a big dumb stupid idiot for not considering the song you're thinking of, uh, feel free to make your own post abt it.

I know sweet f a abt music theory so I'm just going based off vibes and lyrics not composition.

I haven't read Xavier's or Zayne's myth stories to completion and haven't read Rafayel's at all.

Anyway, without further ado, enjoy my lukewarm takes.

Xavier

This song makes me so soft and it's way too easy to imagine Xavier and MC dancing to this. The first lines sound like he's reminiscing of the time he had with MC in her past lives,

You're the sky that I fell through, and I remember the view whenever I'm holding you

The sun hung from a string, looking down on the world as it warmed over everything.

Chills run down my spine as our fingers entwine and your sighs harmonize with mine.

Unmistakably, I can still feel your heart beat fast when you dance with me.

He pulls her in closer as the first pre-chorus plays. And the two pre-chorus' in this song sound like a conversation between him and his memory of past!MC.

The first one:

We got older and I should've known,

Do you feel alive?

That I'd feel colder when I walk alone

Oh, but you'll survive

The second one:

I walk slowly when I'm on my own

Do you feel alive?

Yea but frankly, I still feel alone.

Oh, but you'll survive

And then the chorus hits and the vibes are immaculate. It feels like you're floating on air and imagine how Xavier looks at MC when the last few lines play,

Risk it all 'cuz I'll catch you if you fall,

Wherever you go,

If my heart was a house, you'd be home.

Because she is the celestial body that orbits around him, his north, his guiding star, and his heart will always be her home.

Zayne

And you can't convince me this isn't one of the songs that plays at their wedding.

This is the catalyst of this post's creation. As of writing this, it's the newest single and I am obsessed with it. So strap in folks, I have a lot to say.

First of all, the first thirty seconds of this song was released as a preview titled 'Floppy Fish' that came out ten years ago and we didn't hear anything else about it until suddenly we get a tweet about it four days ago (as of writing this part) and then this masterpiece. I think it reflects Zayne and MCs relationship quite well, they were childhood friends, lost contact for a while, and now they're reunited to build another beautiful relationship.

On to the song itself, the overall song is about going back to see the person you love even through all sorts of car troubles. The car theme immediately screamed 'Zayne' to me because out of all the boys we see him drive MC around the most.

It's a very upbeat song which contrasts Zayne's stoic personality but the whole song is something I can imagine actually happening to him.

I see the first verse as Zayne trying his damndest to finish up work instead of having actual car troubles,

I've been driving all afternoon, but I hate to say it, I won't be there soon = him working all afternoon and still having to do overtime

And though I'm late you know I just can't wait to come home to my slice of heaven on toast.

But my GrandPrix broke down without fail, another flat tire and another nail = the 'tire' being the hearts he has to operate on and 'another nail' referring to his surgeon's tools (even though the nail in the song is the thing that broke the tire in the first place not the thing fixing the flat)

I miss your smile but this could take a while 'cause this 'road closed' sign says there's no way around. = he can't just ditch work, obviously.

The second verse and chorus is him actually running out of gas on his way back from Akso and just describes his situation. Walking through the rain, only stopping to buy flowers for her.

Hey, it's kinda crazy what daisies jasmines can do.

And then these lines from the third verse,

I'd hand you a coffee right when you woke up

and

... all I find is all these highways wind and lead back to my slice of heaven on toast.

are so cute. Especially the 'slice of heaven on toast' thing since I imagine a slice of heaven on toast would taste sweet.

But wait, it gets better. Because the chorus that comes after goes,

Oh would your heart kind of glow if I held your hand and I promised to stay home?

Hey, when I blow in that's the first thing I'll do

It might take me forever

It might take me forever

But I love you forever and I can't wait to see you.

I'm dead. I'm deceased. I am a puddle of goo on the ground.

The bridge is the most upbeat part of the song and I imagine that's when he gets a call from MC because she's worried about him. Because honestly the line, 'Am I unavoidably detained or extremely fashionably late?' sounds like the kind of dry humor he'd enjoy.

And the song ends as he hangs up and continues his long journey on public transport to come home to her.

Rafayel

Now, fish boy gets two songs because I associate each one with what I like to call 'light mode' and 'dark mode' Rafayel.

I chose both songs because they had like, a lot of imagery involved in them and lean heavily into his whole artist job. So this isn't going to be as in depth as Zayne's lol.

Anyway,

This is light mode Rafayel. The whole song is him talking to MC. He's all happy-go-lucky and filled with inspiration. With how important color is to his current career the song just felt perfect.

The chorus also adds a few nice tidbits of his character,

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, and tell me when it rains

And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins

'Cause your heart has a lack of color and we should've known

That we'd grow up sooner or later, 'cause we wasted all our free time alone

The first two lines sound like something he'd actually say when he's trying to comfort MC.

The line 'we wasted all our free time alone' sticks out to me because you ever notice this guy doesn't have any friends? Like, Xavier has Jeremiah and the countless old people he's made friends with when they're in their youth and Zayne has his coworkers at the hospital and his old profs. Raffy doesn't really have anyone like that? Sure he has Thomas and his Aunt Talia but judging by how fast they hung up on him after barely wishing him a happy birthday, I can't in good conscience call them his friends.

So yea maybe our boy was so focused on finding MC again he wasted all his free time alone.

Then we have dark mode Rafayel. And no I don't mean dark as in Rafayel when he's in revenge plot mode (whatever that is I don't have enough brain cells to comprehend what his plan could possibly be). I mean dark mode as in it's quite literally night time and he is left with nothing but his own thoughts. MC fell asleep at his place again and he's wistfully staring at her sleeping figure. This is the song in those moments.

Like Xavier, he's reminiscing about the past lives and past MCs. He's remembering the first time he met and the moment he decided she was the one. She was his bride. He's listing all the things he loves about her (which basically boils down to 'everything!'). She is his muse, now and forever.

And then the song ends with:

So I'll say it now before we're at the door that someday we'll walk through,

And if I'm the only one left in the room...

There's nowhere else I'd rather be than home with you.

Do you hear that? That's the sound of my heart cracking in two. He will sing you this last line as he pulls you closer, pressing your forehead against his before giving you a nice, long kiss.

Honorable mention goes to the song 'Sunburn' because it's about meeting someone, falling in love, and having to separate in the end (hence, 'she got a tan and I got a sunburn' and 'as we parted ways, she held my gaze and left an imprint on my mind'). I could go deeper and analyze each line like I did w/ Zayne but I've kept the Caleb girlies waiting long enough so we'll stop Raffy's part here.

Caleb

Caleb also gets two songs I chose two songs that have heavy 'childhood friends to lovers' vibes and fitting imagery and I told myself this one was gonna be short and sweet because we don't have as much depth abt his relationship w/ the MC compared to the current LIs but welp, I lied.

'Hot Air Balloon' is the most childhood friends song ever. Every single lyric is just every adventure these two went on when they were children. Writing their own fairy tales, making a racetrack around the kitchen chairs, going on a picnic to a nearby lake and getting a stomachache because you drank lake water even though Grandma Josephine told you specifically not to do that, the list just goes on and on.

It's them. It's little MC and Caleb with lightning in their veins and stars in their eyes as they explore the world around them, not a care in the world because the possibilities are quite literally endless when they have the other person by their side.

And then if 'Hot Air Balloon' was 'childhood friends—', 'The Bird And The Worm' adds on the '—to lovers' part of the trope.

I mean the entire first verse reads like the two kids playing pretend (because let's face it you've had one or two weirdly morbid play pretend sessions when you were a kid) with little Caleb saying he's the bird because of his evol and then little MC's like "then what does that make me?" And little Caleb's like "you're the worm ofc!"

Esp the part about throwing a party and greeting undersea friends (hi Raffy). I could imagine little MC telling little Caleb how she's going to invite the mermaid she made friends with at the beach to their 'party' and Caleb just not having any of it.

I'll throw a party and greet my undersea friends

(it depends)

As they arrive,

(if they arrive)

Then the chorus reads like a time skip. They're adults reminiscing about their childhood at one of the rare moments their schedules align,

You and I left our troubles far behind,

But I still have just one more question on my mind

For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas

With friends like these well, who needs enemies?

In that moment they're back to being just MC and Caleb, not a hunter and a fighter pilot. And the last two lines sound like they're trading workplace gossip. Caleb tells her about the shenanigans his colleagues get up to and MC telling him about all the...'quirky' people she's been running into (hi Xav) and then being cheeky and going 'with friends like these, who needs enemies?'

And then you move to the second verse and it's them on a date. It's them on the most damn wholesome date you can imagine, I'm sorry I don't make the rules.

Like first they go apple picking,

If I'm your boy, we'll take a short cut we remember and we'll enjoy—

—picking apples in late September like we've done for years.

We'll take a long walk through the cornfield and I'll kiss you between the ears.

Then they come home and cook together (maybe make a pie with the apples they just picked or some other apple based dish?),

And as we twirl, the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling will shine for us

If you're my girl, swirl me around your room with feeling

As love sweeps over the room cuz' we tend to make, each other blush

(you make me blush)

They're so used to each other's presence even in a kitchen that can be considered a little cramped, they can perfectly navigate around each other.

After the two had eaten a delicious dinner, they are now cuddled on the couch with a blanket over the two of them, some movie playing on the TV. MC starts nodding off so Caleb picks her up and moves her to the bedroom, letting her snuggle against him. He brushes some loose strands of hair away so he can kiss her forehead,

"Love ya pipsqueak, sleep well."

And before drifting off he hears MC mumble a sleepy "I love you too..."

And that's how their perfect day ends.

You're the bird, I'm the worm and it's plain to see,

That we were meant to be.

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Author's rambling

Haaaa, I finally finished it yay! If you're reading this, thanks for reading this far! (or if you're a Caleb stan and just decided to read his part only, hello!)

I hope you enjoyed my takes. This was fun, I loved breaking down each song and just rambling my heart out over why each song gives me vibes for which character.

[captainjacklyn]

Hey, yo, you probably saw me on one of your posts. I was wondering if you could do the arcana twilight characters reacting to reader training Precious to destroy sisuris's balls l, I'm so sorry for this post, but I had to. You could skip if you want to. Also, sorry for misspelling sisuris name.

HAHAHAHAGHDJWEH- no worries my friend, there is absolutely no harm done on your part, I'm glad you enjoy that crack shit post and I hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.

character(s) : spica, alpheratz, arcturus, pollux, vega

warning(s) : someone's balls being obliterated, a feral ferret and a vengeful summoner that just wants to see blood.

Spica

Speechless and just straight up lost, man is just looking at us for a good minute before continuing to walk down the aisle like nothing happened.

for reference his face looked like this :

He says nothing, he's just confused and tells himself that he needs coffee thinking he's hallucinating due to all the work he has to do.

don't even bother explaining, Spica will pass out and Precious is going to take that opportunity to destroy.

"Wrong target Precious I'm not letting you hurt rapunzel."

"AHDJEREJHR !"

Alpheratz

Hype man right here, he's literally helping you coach that killing machine to end Sirius.

Precious actually stops trying to rip his wig off and is now accepting him as a friend, sort of.

I love this trio ! A batshit crazy animal, their batshit insane owner and the owner's boyfriend who hates the same person they hate.

Once precious is released into the city to found that sexy gun man, it's over for him.

It crawls it's way through the streets, hissing at anything in it's way until it finds the legs of the enemy..and CRUNCH GOES THE BALLS OF THE ASSHOLE-

*screams in agony*

Arcturus

[Name] I don't think you have to- "HAJSKFBEFUEKR-"

Precious held on to his leg for a week, it didn't wanna let go for even a minute. Had to constantly keep this ginger man in a hospital because the moment he got out he would bleed extensively.

Once it got off of him, you just continued to train your unhinged creature.

Precious is really going balls out for the game I'll tell ya that, we're not just speaking about the nutcracker here we're talking about the sacrifice of future generations as well.

This poor dude is just standing on the sidelines like : you don't have to do this but I still support you because that's really all I can do...

Pollux

Oh he means business.

We got another coach right here- bro is going to ANNIHILATE sirius and whatever is left.

Although he keeps wincing whenever it actually happens, I mean they're both guys he knows just how painful it can get.

It's really terrifying to be honest just witnessing something that violent.

I mean who would expect this :

to act like THIS :

That's pollux trying to hold it, Precious is completely calm and rational with it's beloved owner.

Vega

._.

wut ?

like Spica, he will stand there, but not like Spica, he will remain standing there for a very long time.

Even Precious stops bitting the plastic toy that now looks like it's been shredded, even you stop encouraging your cute psychopath of a beast.

why are you giving it more attention ? HIIIIIISSSSSSSS-

He doesn't give a shit, we all know just how much of a simp he gets when it comes to you.

I love how I skipped the part where Precious tried to lunge at him and remove his eyeballs from his eye sockets.

You luckily managed to avoid that, but now you got an animal and a touch-starved white boy clinging onto you for dear life.

Vega I need to proceed with my ferret's training so could you please ? no. ...You're lucky you're just as adorable as my electric saw. BFUKETGEHTK$#$ PRECIOUS STOP SWEARING-

Have a good day I hope you liked it.

[orecana]

Goodbye my love

Lee sohee x male reader

Hello Everyone! Orecana back with another fic for you guys! I've decided to write about riize because i like this group at the moment. i hope you guys enjoy my fics and thank you to everyone who have supported me so far. Happy Reading!

Warning! the following story contains

heavy angst

major character death (angst)

Reincarnation

suicide

blood/gore

Toxicity

(disclaimer: if you don't like the following and boys love/bl, please..... get the fuck out!)

Two kids were playing together in a playground. One of them was playing with their toy car while one was playing on a mini piano.

(imagine the following in a kid voice, please don't mind the full words. i don't know how to write kid speaking)

"it sounds so nice y/n!"

"thanks, sohee-hyung!. your car is so cool. *giggle*"

that's where their story started. it had grown from then to when they go to the same school to when they go into battle together.

Why battle? because the witch was an ancient evil that has awakened and it threatened the entire world. Every male on the planet must come together to combat this evil. (this was from that century where only male could fight so i'm sorry to females. pls forgive me!)

Today was the day they head into battle against the witch.

"Hey! how about we have a bet? whoever kills the witch gets to make the other do whatever they want."

"come on y/n. this is an ancient evil for god sake. you're trying to make a bet now!?"

"hmph! just admit you're too weak to fight it"

Sohee glared at y/n who only rolled his eyes at his friend.

"I'll see you beg for mercy when i'm done with that witch."

"oh really? (rolls eyes) i kinda want to see you beg instead though."

sohee only sighs as the bell rings loudly.

"attention all warriors, the time for battle has begun. make way to the battlefield. Once we get rid of this witch, we'll be free."

Sohee and y/n get up from their spots and make their way towards the battlefield. y/n turn back and take off his necklace before putting it on sohee.

"why-?"

"My mother always says that if i ever find the person i cherished the most, i should give it to them for good luck."

y/n smile warmly as sohee blushes and looks away.

"come on let's hunt that witch."

The battle was pretty one sided for some reason. The witch's army didn't stood a chance against the human. All those humanoid and horrible monsters cut down in an instant.

Y/n rushes in with his flying swords clearing the way for the army to move forward to the castle while sohee survey the area for any potential danger.

They arrive at the witch's castle and opens the gate. y/n motions for the soldiers to stay back as he and sohee look for any danger.

just as they enter the castle the gate immediately closes behind them as the soldiers outside yell for them. they curse themselves for getting trapped but they were interrupted by laughter.

They look towards the throne and there she was. the witch.

The witch looks incredibly old. y/n doesn't even need to scan to know that this witch is extremely weak right now.

"well well well, it seems human are capable creatures after all. you managed to defeat all of my minions very easily, color me impressed. but it seems that you 2 already know what fate lies after going through this door don't you? especially you y/n l/n."

Sohee looks at y/n questioningly while y/n could only look back with guilt. Y/n twirls his hand as the flying swords pierces the witch as she smiles wickedly.

"YOU FOOL. YOU KNEW WHAT THE CONSEQUENCES ARE YET YOU DARE KILL ME?!"

"So what? if these powers are with me, at least they'll be less troublesome."

Y/n twirls around with both hands as multiple swords flew aiming at the witch who only looks at y/n with disbelief. y/n grins maliciously as he grips both of his hands, causing the swords to stab into the witch's entire body as blood and destroyed organs flew everywhere.

A dreadful silence remains as sohee watched in horror at what his best friend just did.

"y/n.... what did you just do...?

*giggle* "what did i do? take her powers for myself of course."

"why.. why would you do that?"

"Why..... WHY?"

y/n screams as darkness surrounded him changing his clear (hair color) to white and his clothes are turn into black.

"To have revenge against humanity of course!"

"but you said you wanted to-"

"save humanity? it was a lie. they killed everyone i loved, my mother was sacrificed as if she was nothing in their eyes!"

"Then what about me? am i not someone important too?"

Y/n opens his mouth but he hesitated. Sohee desperately wanted y/n to say yes that their friendship wasn't nothing but it was only inevitable.

"you were just a toy for me to show off. you are nothing to me!"

Sohee wouldn't lie when he heard his heart crack at those words.

"You won't step outside y/n l/n."

"Oh? and who are you to stop me?"

"your best friend"

Y/n only laughs as he raises his hands to summon many swords.

"Very well, once i'm done with you. there will be no one to stop me!"

Smiling evilly, y/n sends thousands of swords towards sohee who dodges all of them with swift precision. suddenly one of them was able to hit sohee as he grimaces then many started to damage sohee as he kneels down on the ground with many scars on him.

"i know all of your tricks sohee, you can't beat me"

Sohee sighs as he stands still and raises his hand.

Y/n widens his eyes and tries to stop him but then a barrier surrounded him.

"no........ no no no no no NO! My plan was brilliant! HOW-"

Y/n was unable to finish his words as sohee quickly stabs him through the chest with his spear causing him to bleed and cough out blood.

Sohee pulls his spear out as y/n falls onto his knees while smiling weakly. his eyes are filled with tears and regret. the witch's power slowly leaves him as y/n returns to his original look.

the witch's power looks at sohee with hunger as it charges towards sohee but y/n immediately slash his necklace on sohee's neck which causes it to unleash a binding spell that captures the power as it growls in agony.

"SOHEE NOW!"

Sohee begins to chants a spell and activates it on the power, effectively destroying it.

"heh, i knew i could always count on you jagi~."

"Y/N!"

Y/n collapses as sohee goes to hold him.

"the witch's power will keep consuming stronger hosts and manipulate them so i had to make you hate me in order for you to force it out."

"But why? you-you're gonna die!"

"because i was gonna die soon anyways, my family is connected to the witch. we can only live until we have our first kiss."

"What do you mean?"

Y/n sealed his and sohee's lips together.

"I love you sohee so please....

never.....

forget.... *closes eyes*

me..."

Sohee looks at the boy in arms who was smiling warmly as if he was alive but he knows better.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

*timeskips*

Sohee walks towards your grave that he had made near his house in the garden that you guys loved playing in. He couldn't help but break down as he looks at your portrait, of your beautiful smile.

He leaned against your grave as he look up at the sky. he remembers that moment.

"c'mon sing with me sohee!"

"No....."

"UGH! you're so boring!"

Sohee smiles as he takes a deep breath and opens his mouth.

(songs and romanized lyrics above in the video. Below are english translated lyrics, i apologized if they're not accurate i just took them off google)

Your heart is consealed while love is near by

At sleepless nights no matter how hard i try accept me

I want to meet you right now my tears wont stop flowing i want to touch you

Because i love you it hurts a lot

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

although we are unable to meet

i love you more than anybody else

Sohee was about the sing the next verse when he sees him. The person giggle and cups his cheeks. how he miss the person he sees in front of him right now.

Even though we just parted(said bye bye)

i'm overflowing to meet you again

and that days kiss has almost disappeared

i'm waiting a mail from you

sohee sings the next part as he gaze lovingly at the spirit of the person he loved and cherished

When i meet you the time limit will decrease

when we are together time becomes precious

we just said bye bye but i want to meet you again

with an mail to you a I'll meet you again

at the scene of return waits twilight

i feel like bringing you away

when your warmth disappear

i wake up from a dream to face the reality door

(From this point on y/n will sing the 'girl/vocal part' while sohee will sing the 'boy/rap part' and will sing together during the 'I love you part' and at the last chorus)

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

although we are unable to meet

i love you more than anybody else

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) the sun rises

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) you are the only one i'm searching

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) close your eyes

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) my love for you

Together with you...

sohee held hands with the fragment of his lover as he sings the next part

"I want to meet you right now"in limited time

seems like i belive in"endless love"

when i think that i'll leave you

i feels like the pain splits me in two

your charming face torn

at the countdown of the nights end

Love you baby love you baby words freeze

Today begins and i can see you again

The more i think

the more i miss you and i want to meet you

the fragment of y/n leans against him as he closes his eyes sings along

The more i want to be by your side the more i cant reach tomorow

"Eternal"seems always until i find you

I dont want to let you go i dont want to be apart from you

Love you baby love for you

i dont want to let you go

Sohee suddenly coughs up blood as the fragment holds his body. then the fragment sees it, a bottle of poison. the fragment cups his cheek as he crys.

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

without sun alone in the midle of the night

you are all i can see...

Sohee uses his last breath to sing, to fulfill that wish

Your heart is consealed while love is near by

At sleepless nights no matter how hard i try accept me

I want to meet you right now my tears wont stop flowing i want to touch you

Because i love you it hurts a lot

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) the sun rises

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) you are the only one i'm searching

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) close your eyes

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) my love for you

Together with you...

Sohee dies as he finishes the song as he laid resting upon the grave of y/n l/n as many guards alert the authority when they discover this.

Despite never being happy on the living realm, if you listen closely you can hear the laughter of 2 lovers cherishing each other forever and for all eternity.

[moonlightpetalz6]

The Love of a Sister

Character: Sabo

Reader: Fem! Reader, Sis! reader 

Warnings: Violence, loss of eye, Amnesia, harsh language, angst

Context: The reader is Sabo's younger sister. Due to Sabo's incident with the celestial dragon he loses his memories that includes his own precious little sister.

Wc: 3,961

A/n: So this is actually from a one-shot I posted a long time ago when I used to write on Wattpad all the time! I edited it a lot and changed a couple things around! This is finally a good excuse to finally write up the second part of this story! Let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy it! ______________________________________________________________

"Sabo-nii! Get down from there!" Your voice rang throughout the forest, causing some birds to fly from the trees nearby. You stood there cranking your neck up as far as your little neck could go as you shield your eyes from the sun, trying to get a better look at the shadowed figure above. Sabo, who sat high up in the tree, hummed as he looked down at you, tilting his hat back a bit. "Hm? Oh! Haha! Hey Y/n!" He laughed, smiling down at you with his usual toothy grin. You stood there looking at him, a pout on your lips as you went to shout your next words at the blonde boy. "Ace said he wouldn't be here till late because of Luffy, so spend some time with me! I'm bored, and you guys always do cool things without me!" You whined, cheeks puffed out in anger as you stomped your foot. 

Sabo smirked down at you, finding it so much fun when his little sister got angry. "If you want to hang out, climb up here with me!" He laughed as he watched your pouting face turn into shock and horror. "EEEEEEH?!?!" You yelled out in disbelief. You looked at the tree, slowly following its trunk from the ground to where your brother stood proudly. Your shocked expression soon turns to a glare as you look at the older boy. Seeing as he was your older brother, Sabo knew all too well that you weren't a good climber and had a slight fear of heights, so he wanted to try teasing you. You turn from him, placing your hands on your hips as you puff out your cheeks, not wanting to give your brother the satisfaction of watching you suffer. "Humph! I'll wait down here for Ace! After all, he's way more reliable and cute, too~" You sang, a mischievous glint in your eyes, one you knew your brother could not see from his position in the tree. 

You knew Sabo was an overly protective brother regarding boys, even ones he was close with, such as Ace and Luffy. Sabo never liked you hanging around boys without him and would always chase them away when he would finally notice. You see Sabo's body stiffen in the corner of your eye, causing you to laugh as you push your teasing a bit more. "Who knows, maybe Ace will be my husband in the future!" You declared, shrugging your shoulders as you pretended to shake your head innocently. Glancing back at Sabo, you saw the look of horror cross his face as he almost stumbled off the tree branch he was on, quickly trying to regain his balance. "L-LIKE HELL YOU WILL!" He yelled in a voice filled with utter fear at the thought of his sweet sister marrying his troublemaking friend. You watched as he quickly climbed down from the tree, running over to you. 

You giggled as he ran up to you, taking your hand, a slight pout on his face as he looked you in the eye. "You're not allowed to get married to any guy so long as I'm around!" He protectively yelled while tapping a hand to his chest. You just smiled at him as you held his hand while rolling your eyes at how ridiculous he was. "Hehe, I got you to come down! So now you can spend time with me!" You proudly proclaimed while jumping up and down, relishing your small victory over your older brother. 

Sabo looked at you, shocked for a moment, before smiling as he joined in on your laughter. The two of you hunched over, holding your stomachs as tiny blush on both cheeks as you try to catch your breath. "You little brat!" You let out a squeal as Sabo went and pounced on you, efficiently trapping you in a tickle attack, causing you to roll around in the dirt and grass, tears flooding your eyes. "Hahaha! N-no, stop! Don't do that!" You pleaded, trying to escape his grasp, but to no avail. "I won't stop until you surrender!" He shouted, a cocky grin on his face as he continued his tickle war. "Hahaha! OK! OK! I surrender! I surrender!" You shouted, trying to push him away, your child's lungs trying to regain some air quickly. Sabo smiled at this victory over his little sister before stopping his assault as he backed away with a small laugh, watching as you tried to regain your breath. "That's so not fair, Sabo-nii!" You whined, hitting his shoulder, causing him to flinch. 

He smiled nervously at you while rubbing the spot you had just hit while sitting in the grass next to you. "Brothers never play fair! Remember that!" He grinned while pointing a finger at you, laughing. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head as you waved him off after a few years. After a moment of silence between the two, you spoke up, pulling your knees closer to your chest as you glanced at your brother. "Hey... Sabo-nii?" You asked, causing him to hum and look at you curiously, his hat falling forward as he tilted his head in your direction. "Yeah?" He questioned, a small smile on his face. You looked at him briefly before smiling nervously as you hid your face in your knees before speaking, "I like it better out here...away from momma and papa." Sabo didn't say anything for a moment before nodding as he went and took a leaf out of your hair. "Yeah, me too! I'm never going back!" He shouted quickly, jumping up, causing you to flinch at the sudden action. "All I need is my little sister by my side, and we'll be able to rule the world!" He cheered, smiling down at you as he offered one of his tiny hands towards you. 

You looked up at him in awe for a moment before smiling a giant smile as you nodded. "Yep!" You cheered, taking his hand in yours as he helped you off the ground. "Hehe! We'll always be together, right Sabo?!?!" You laughed, looking at him with bright (e/c) eyes. Sabo nods at you, giving a big thumbs up, "Yep! That's right!" The two of you laughed at each other before hearing your names being called from behind. "Oi! Sabo! Y/n! Where are you?!" Ace's voice echoed throughout the trees. Sabo smiled as he waved a hand to get his friend's attention. "Over here!" Ace looked at you guys and smiled quickly, running over to you, Luffy following close behind a piece of meat hanging from his mouth. Once Ace reached you both, he placed his hands on his knees, catching his breath before jumping up with immense energy. "Ready for some fun?!" Ace asked, that usual mischievous smirk on his face as he put his hands behind his head. The two of you looked at each other, smiling. 

"Let's do this!" 

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You silently walked down the halls of the Revolutionary Army's base, your boots clicking against the cement floor echoing off the blank white walls. "Ah! Hey Y/n! There you are!" You heard the familiar voice of a Koala cheer from behind, causing you to stop in your tracks. You looked back and smiled slightly, an eyepatch over your right eye, a bit of a nasty scar leaking out from the small piece of fabric. "Oh, Koala, hello." You greeted softly, slightly nodding as she approached you with a bright smile. "So, how are things? Due to your mission, I haven't seen you in a few days." She whined, giving your shoulder a slight shake, cheeks puffed out.

"You didn't even say goodbye! I was so hurt!" You just smiled at her words as you reached into your pocket, pulling out a small piece of candy before tossing it at the revolutionary officer. "My apologies, Koala, everything just happened so fast that day." You confess sincerity in your voice as you give a small apologetic smile as compensation. Koala hums as she tosses the piece of candy into her mouth. "I guess I can forgive you this time." You just chuckled, giving her a slight nudge, which she returned as you continued to walk down the halls. "As for the mission everything went by smoothly. So I would say it was a success for the revolutionary army!" Koala and you cheered, giving each other high fives for your success against the damn government. 

After a moment of silence, you cleared your throat before glancing over at your friend. "... How's Sabo?" Your tone was a pained one filled with love and concern. Koala gave you a sympathetic smile, nodding in understanding to your sudden question as she went and put a slight skip in her step, placing her hands behind her back. "He's doing good! We just got back from a short mission ourselves." She admitted, nodding to herself as she recalled the mission from memory. You just hummed, not giving much of a response at first as you continued to stare ahead at the floor. "Has any of his memories returned to him yet?" Silence filled the hallway as the two of you stopped walking momentarily. Koala could hear the hope in your voice, causing her to frown as she shook her head sympathetically. "I'm afraid not. I'm sorry, Y/n." Koala whispered, her face showing genuine empathy for you and your situation. 

A frown crossed your face as you sadly looked to the floor, not muttering a word for a moment as you took in all of Koala's terms. You let out a small sigh before continuing to walk down the halls, a defeated smile crossing your face as you shrug slightly. "Oh well! There's nothing we can do about it!" You laughed as Koala tried to keep up with your sudden steps, a sad look in her eyes as she stared at your side profile for a moment before deciding to ask the question she's always wondered about you. "Y/n... isn't it painful?" She questioned, causing you to hum and look over at her, a brow raised in curiosity at her words. She stops a few feet behind you, causing your steps to cease. You turn to her halfway, watching as she looks at you with a mix of emotions in her eyes. "Aren't you sad? Knowing your brother doesn't even remember you?" 

You look at her surprised momentarily before smiling, a small laugh leaving your lips as your fingers gently caress the black fabric covering where your eye had once been. 

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You had gotten separated from your older brother Sabo, who had been running towards the gates that lead to Gray Terminal to warn Ace and Luffy, along with everyone else, of what was to come soon from the nobles. "Sabo-nii! Sabo-nii, where are you?!?!" You cried out desperately, tears falling from your face. You stood there, right eye wrapped in messy bandages from throwing yourself in front of Ace to shield him from a sword when fighting against the pirates who had taken Luffy away. 

You quickly try to rid the tears from your eye as you begin to run in search of your brother once again. As you run, you feel your foot gets caught in a crack in the cement, causing you to trip and fall flat on your face. "Ouch…" You hiss slowly rising to your feet as you glance down at your scrapped up palms and knees. 

You felt more tears in your eye as you tried to ignore the pain from smashing your face into the cement. "Ace...Luffy..." You cried, gripping the hem of your shirt. "SABO-NII WHERE ARE YOU?!?!" You screamed, just wanting to be with your friends and older brother, scared of what would or could happen to any of them. You hated this place more than anything, as the nobles here only cared about themselves. Your parents didn't even properly care about your brother and yourself either, as they just saw a chance to rise to a higher status while using their children as stepping stones. "I just wanna go home!" As you continued to cry, someone stopped in front of you. "Why are you crying child?" The voice asked. You opened your eyes, tears still blurring as you tried wiping them away so you could see the person standing before you. Finally, being able to look at the person, you see a man wearing a green cloak, his face tattooed. "I...I don't want to be here... it's scary here...I want to leave this place. I want to be free again." You cried, biting your lip. 

"I just wanna be with my friends and big brother!" You cried, looking at the ground. The man said nothing at first while he looked at you, seeing your bandages and the cuts on your knees and hands. Dragon frowned at the sight as he slowly bent down to your level, being cautious not to scare you even more than you already were. "Little girl, are you sure you want to leave here and be free? The world outside can be terrifying and dangerous." He confessed to you, his tone serious as his eyes showed many emotions that overwhelmed your little mind, but you shook that off as you clenched your fist at your shirt. "I know that! I don't care! I can get strong! I can handle the world!" You yelled, eyes filled with determination as you remembered what Sabo had said once about you both being able to take on the world. Dragon smirked at your words as he went and picked you up, catching you by surprise as he carefully placed you on his shoulder. "Then I want you to remember those words you declared out into the world, little girl. Because where I'm going you're gonna have to try and rule the world with your hand." Dragon glanced at you after speaking those words. You just looked at him, your eye showing determination, causing him to smirk as the two of you left your horrible home. You looked back, watching the smoke rise from what you could only assume was Gray Terminal. "Sabo-nii ... .everyone." 

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The next day, you stood on Dragon's ship staring out at the kingdom of Goa. 'So...this is a celestial dragons ship.' You thought to yourself, carefully watching as it sailed by. You felt your throat tighten as it became harder to swallow, fear consuming you as you thought of all the stories you had heard about the celestial beings. 'Sabo-nii...where are you?' You thought, worried as you bit your bottom lip, playing with the hem of your shirt once more. As you stare at the kingdom, Dragon walks next to you. 

"Who are you looking for?" He asks calmly, his eyes following your gaze. "My older brother..." You whispered, not finding any reason to hide the truth from the man who saved you, treated your infected eye wound, and is now giving you the freedom you and your brother so desperately craved. "I-I don't want to leave him alone." A frown crosses your face as you think of how worried Sabo must be for you and how you hate causing him problems. Dragon didn't say anything as he silently watched with you. As time passed, you noticed something sailing near the celestial dragons ship. 

"Huh?" You questioned, leaning slightly onto the railing of the ship. Your eye squints to try and see what that figure could be. 'There's a sail as well...' You thought about trying to see who was on the sail. Your eye suddenly went wide in shock when you finally got a good view of the tiny flag. "Sabo-nii?!?!" You cried out in surprise, unable to process what was happening or why he would sail to sea alone. "Hm?" Dragon glanced down at you before following your gaze once more. 'Sabo-nii…were you also finally ready for our freedom?' You thought, gripping the ship's rail, knuckles practically turning white from nerves. You watched as the tiny boat started to pass the celestial Dragon's ship. "This can't be good." You heard Dragon mumble, causing you to shoot your head back up at him with a worried look in your eye. "What do you mean?" You asked confused. A loud explosion sounded before anyone could say anything, causing you to slowly turn your head back to where you had last seen your older brother. 

Your eye widened in horror as you watched your brother's ship get fired at and soon shoot up in fire. "SABO-NII!!!" You screamed desperately, tears forming as you tried to throw yourself over the railing. Dragon grabbed you, making sure to cover your eye so you wouldn't witness the gruesome sight that was taking place as you tried to escape from him. "NO!!! SABO-NII!!!" You screamed, tears falling from your eye as you tried pushing Dragon's hand away from your face. Dragon didn't budge nor say anything as he held you close, glaring at the celestial ship. Once the firing stopped and some time passed, he removed his hand from your eye. You quickly looked at the sea, seeing a destroyed boat. 

"No..." You cried, feeling your entire body start to tremble. "Please! You have to look for him!" You yelled, looking up at Dragon desperately. He only stared down at you, not showing any signs of movement or command to those who followed him. "Please! He's my brother!" You clung to Dragon's clothes, your body trembling as you started to beg the man before you. Dragon watched as your small hands that gripped his cloak violently shook, causing him to let out a small yet heavy sigh. "We'll try." Was all he said before walking away from you, leaving your small form to cry on the ship while thanking him. After searching the water for a while, they were able to find Sabo. "Sabo-nii!" You called, running towards where he was. Once up close, you saw the left side of his face was all burned, causing your eye to widen. You stared at his unconscious form for a moment before quickly going and hugging him while some of the men balanced both of your bodies so neither of you got hurt any further.

"Sabo-nii, I'm sorry! I'm here, so please don't leave me!" You cried, looking down at him. No one on the deck said anything; they could only watch the two of you with sadness. "I'm right here! I won't leave you again, big brother!" 

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After a few days on the ship, you heard that Sabo was finally awake, causing you to happily run to where he was staying. Once there, you happily threw the door open. "Sabo-nii!" You cheered a giant smile plastered as you saw his eyes look toward you. While unconscious, he sat there surrounded by some of the others on the ship who had been helping take care of him. "I'm so glad you're awake!" You cried, running over to him. He looked up at you with a blank stare before speaking. "Who...are you?" He questioned, tilting his head. Your eye went wide as you stopped in your tracks, no longer running towards his bedside. You felt your entire world crumble as your heart shattered while looking into his eyes. 'He... doesn't remember me..' You thought in disbelief that the brother who loved and adored you so much could suddenly not know of your existence. Dragon and Ivankov watched you in pitied silence, waiting to hear what you had to say to the boy who no longer recalled being your older brother. You stood there momentarily, bangs shadowing half of your face before smiling a pained smile. 

"I'm... I'm a friend!" 

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You open your eye, a tear gently falling down your cheek as you brush it away with your thumb. "Of course it hurts..." You admitted going and placing a hand over your chest. "Every day, I remember that my older brother doesn't know who I am. Every day, I watch him go by, smiling at everyone without knowing that his little sister is standing right before him." You said, tears burning your only eye as you hiss, cursing your emotions. "It hurts so bad, Koala..." You cried, looking at her. "I've watched him grow up by my side but not as my brother…as a friend, a comrade, someone he thinks he met for the first time on a ship that gave us our freedom from the hell we called home." Koala looked at you with tears as she witnessed all your pain come out at that moment; your eye told her everything she needed to know. 

 "But...at least I'm still by his side." You sighed, removing the last tears before returning to your usual monotone self. Koala stood there for a moment before practically tackling you in a hug. "I'm so sorry! Y/n!" The officer cried into your ear, catching you by surprise before you slowly hugged her back, whispering a small thank you for her empathy towards you. "Thank you, Koala..." After a moment, the two of you pulled away. You nod at her before pointing towards where you both were heading. "Shall we move on?" You quiz, raising a brow at her curiously with a slight grin. She only nods her head as the two of you start walking. 

"Hm? Oh! Y/n-San! Koala! Hello!" You heard that familiar voice cheer from ahead. You looked up to see Sabo smiling happily at the two of you, his hand waving. "Hello, Sabo!" Koala called, waving to him. You just smiled at him, giving a small nod of acknowledgment. "Are you two going to see the paper?" He asked, tilting his head. "Yes, I was just on my way there." You spoke calmly, causing Sabo's attention to turn to you, and he smiled. "That's awesome! Mind if I tag along with you guys?" He asked, putting his hands together in a pleading motion. You laugh slightly, finding your brother's actions so dumb. "Sure, I don't mind at all!" You spoke with a gentle smile on your face. Koala glanced at you and frowned, knowing that you are most likely still not recovered from opening up to her about the situation a few moments ago. Sabo just smiled at this as you walked down the halls talking. 

You looked over at Sabo, who was happily chatting away to Koala. 'Sabo-nii... it's OK if you don't remember me as your little sister.' You thought, watching as he laughed while hitting Koala on the shoulder. You felt a slight smile tug at your lips, remembering him from when you could still call him your older brother. Sabo hummed, looking over at you, still smiling. 'I'll live with this pain no matter how long it takes....because...' Sabo tilted his head at you while placing a hand on your head, catching you by surprise as you looked at him in awe. "Something wrong Y/n-San?" He looked concerned as he tried to read what was wrong based on your expressions and body language. You just smiled at him, shaking your head. "No, I was just thinking that's all." You reassured him with a slight wave as he removed his hand from your head. He smiles at this, letting out a sigh of relief while scratching the back of his neck. "That's good! Can't go having you get all sad on me now Y/n-San!" He laughed when you looked at him for a moment before laughing at yourself, the two of you placing your arms around each other's shoulders.

'Because as long as I'm by your side I'll live with the pain of you not seeing your little sister is right here...after all I'll always love my big brother.'