#she's probably a bit self-conscious about her tail but she likes that it looks like Pounce de Leon's tail

[monstersflashlight]

how about a male kitsune x fem reader. Maybe they are childhood friends and he loves to tease her a lot and acts really cocky all the time but scares away any potencial rival. Unknown to them both their parents who are good family friends ,have been trying to set them up together partly due to the fact of some very old promise their ansestors made or something but won’t force it and see it as if it happens it happens. But male kitsune has a secret, his true form and accidentally shows the reader this while confessing but she reassures she doesn’t care how he looks (if anything she finds him quite handsome like this) and she likes him too. His secret form I guess could go two ways I’m not sure which sounds better 1: she never knew he was a kitsune, and them being childhood friends was really just her playing around with a baby fox that she thought belonged to his family. Or 2: she knew he was a kitsune all along but he has a 3rd form he never showed her this one looking more like a bipedal humanoid fox a form of which not even his family has thus being self conscious of. Thank you so much your writing is really cool!

A/N: Hi! This request was very fun to write, hope any of you mind that I mixed both, made sense in my head. Also, as a great mind said “daddy is a state of mind”, I imagine this story as them being very close in age, like max three years apart. Enjoy!

The nine tails

Kitsune x fem!reader || daddy kink, arranged marriage, mates,

When you thought back to your childhood, you always had blurry memories of an animal. A fox. A white fox that followed you around and played with you when you went out into the garden. Your parents thought you were talking about a plushie or something, but you knew better, there was an actual fox that approached you as soon as you stepped outside. But when you were about twelve, he disappeared.

It hurt you so bad and so profound that you cried for days. You cried and cried and your parents didn’t know what was wrong. Your neighbor came around, a nice lady that you’ve known all your life, the mother of your crush… She said it was a pain of heart, and also disappeared. It was ominous and weird, and it woke you off a stupor that you didn’t know you were into.

You woke up and kept living. Even when your friend, your crush, left, you kept going.

And kept going.

When past your twenties, your parents announced that you were to marry an unknown person, or not so unknown. When you walk to the altar and see your long forgotten childhood friend… you are lost of words. You are so confused you dissociate through all ceremony. Before you realize you were married and living with a man you thought forgot about you.

You are calling him husband and he’s calling you wife, and your life is boring. You came back to your house one day, a bit earlier than anticipated because you signed a big contract and you want to go out for dinner with your husband, even if you barely talk. But what awaits for you there is not what you expected.

There’s a white fox in your living room. A white fox that turns into a human, a very naked human in the form of your husband. You gape at him, speechless.

You turn around to leave when he stops you. “Wait! Hear me out, I…”

But then it clicks. “You are the fox,” you deadpan.

“What?” He’s as surprised as you.

“The fox from my memories. It’s you.” Everything starts making sense, why they left, what his mother said when you were a kid.

“I- I thought you didn’t remember that,” he whispers, more to himself than to you.

“Of course I do, it broke my heart when you disappeared. I was so sad my parents bought me a puppy.” He doesn’t answer, staring at you like you grew a new head. You look into his sad eyes and can’t hold back anymore: “Why did you leave me?” Your question is filled with sadness and disappointment, the wound that you thought forgotten is once again open and bleeding. You thought you could get over the fox leaving, probably something to do with nature, but knowing it was him… That it was him who abandoned you…

“I’m sorry. I- They told me I had to. I couldn’t keep visiting you because I could throw everything into the wind if my fox got too attracted to you. So I pulled away, but it pained me, it pained me so much I could barely transform for so long after I stopped seeing you. And then we moved away and I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His voice is broken as he explains, his words rushed as if he’s trying to convince you as much as he tries to convince himself.

And you get a new realization at that. “That’s why you came back? That’s why you married me? Not because they signed some papers when we were not even born?” You ask for confirmation.

“Of course not! I love you. Always have. Always will,” he tells you, eyes filled with tears and emotions showing in every twitch of his body. You stare at him, so moved by his words that you just stare. You stare for so long that he starts to squirm and moves to walk away, accepting your silence as a rejection.

But this time is you who stop him: “Then make love to me until I can’t walk anymore. Breed me until I can’t think of anything else. Fuck me until the sad memories disappear and I can only think of you inside of me,” you pronounce the filthy words as if your life depends on it. As if his body and his soul are what you crave more than air.

He chuckles, swallowing back his tears as he tells you: “You can’t say that and look at me directly, or this would end sooner than expected.” You look down at the same time as he does, seeing his dick twitching and growing hard in front of your eyes.

“Does me saying dirty things arouse you, daddy?” His groan is so loud and desperate that you have to bite back your own moan.

You throw your clothes off your body like a soul followed by death and stare at him, naked in all your glory, as his eyes flash in different colors and his ears morph into fox-like ones. And then you see his half form, his tails behind him, all nine of them swinging as he approaches you slowly, making you grin at him until you are chest to chest. He grabs you by the waist, holding you thigh as he lowers his head and kisses you in the most dominating way ever. Your knees give out under you, but he grabs your ass and pushes you up, inviting you to wrap them around his middle.

He gropes your ass as he grinds his dick up to your wet center. You keep whispering “daddy daddy daddy” as he rocks your body against his. He’s as desperate as you are, your kisses consuming, trying to get your love across his lips. Trying to show him all the longing and pain that he caused you, as he tries to kiss it away. It’s intoxicating and deep, so emotional and intense that you are breathless.

When he finally pushes his dick inside your dripping cunt, you shiver with the force of the sensation. He pushes your body against the wall, plastering himself against your front as he leaves your mouth to kiss your neck, leaving marks as he goes.

He fucks you against the wall, desperate, uncoordinated… and perfect. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” you chant over and over, his dick hitting that special place inside of your pussy that makes you see stars.

You start to shake in his arms. “Are you going to come for daddy? Are you going to make a mess out of your pretty pussy for me?” You nod eagerly, biting his neck and making him cry out as the first shoot of cum hit you deep inside, hot as lava.

You groan as your own orgasm rocks your body, convulsing against his arms as his tails caress your legs like the softest touch. It drives you to a new level, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream as he fucks you through your aftershocks. He breathes hard against your neck, biting softly with his long fangs.

“You are so good, such a good girl for daddy,” he keeps whispering soft things against your ear as you come down, breathing hard and blushing harder than ever. He kisses your sweaty forehead as he walks you to the bathroom, not letting you go as he runs you a bath.

[luveline]

I think I might be technically evil for sending you three requests in one day when you’re probably overloaded with everyone else’s too… but if I may be evil for a moment… could you do something where shy!reader has a sleepover with Jonathan or something and she does her nightly routine and she does it for him too?? Like I want to tie his hair up in a lil ponytail and sweep the baby ones back with a fluffy headband and do a little skincare routine on him <3 I’m giving you so so so many kisses my love <3

technically a gorgeous sunbeam whom I adore maybe <3 shy!fem!reader teaching Jonathan the steps to her skincare routine ♥︎

If you were to describe Jonathan in one word, it would be calm. The kind of calm he's worked hard for. When his home can be anything but and his past rife with noise, Jon has carved a little slice of quiet sanctuary. You love sharing it with him. 

The closer you've grown, the less you worry about disrupting said sanctuary. The first few times you'd slept over you followed his motions, washing your face with his minty bar soap, changing when he changed, watching movies until you fell asleep on his shoulder. 

But a girl can't live like that every weekend. It's bad for your skin, no matter how much you like him.

So you'd introduced small parts of your routine on a trial basis. Jonathan, eternal sweetheart, loverboy extraordinaire, hadn't minded one bit. In fact, he'd been curious. 

He stands in the doorway of the bathroom with a charmed smile on his face. You blink through suds and catch his stare, surprised he's put down his book. 

"What are you doing?" he asks. 

"Just face soap," you say, turning on the faucet again to cup a handful of water and wash away the last of the suds. You dry your eyes quickly with a small face towel. "Sorry, was I being super loud?" 

"No," he says, hand on his elbow. 

"Oh," you say, and you're timid yourself, so you know the look on his face rather well. "What do you want, baby?" 

Jonathan sits down on the wooden box by the door that serves as their laundry basket. He's had his hair cut recently, and the shorter strands against his forehead beg for some handling. You nibble your lip, wondering if it's worth the embarrassment. Jonathan has had you more vulnerable than this, what's the worst that could happen? 

You raise your hand to his hair, stroking it gently from his head to see his eyebrows clearly. 

"I could do it with you?" he asks. "Your routine." 

"My routine? It's not so complicated, Jon, just moisturiser and…" You cross your arms behind your back. "You want to do it with me?" 

"Yeah. Is that weird?" 

"No," you say. It's so, so sweet. "Not weird." 

You take your headband off and slip it over his head. His eyes close in total trust, and you try to deserve it, using your gentlest touch. Once it's around his neck you pull it back up, easing his short hair away from his face. 

"I forgot what your forehead looked like," you say. 

He gazes up at you adoringly. 

You slide the hair tie from your wrist and tilt your head in question. He smiles like he's somewhere else, and that'll have to do. He gets distracted sometimes, and you don't know if it's the truth but whenever you ask what he's thinking about he always says, "You." Best to not ask, and avoid the hot flush. 

You rake your fingers through his hair to get the longer pieces beside his neck and make the world's smallest pony tail at the nape. 

"Pretty," you say gently. You flick his ponytail. "If you wash your face, we'll do the rest together." 

Jonathan stands up and skirts around you to the sink,  his fingers touching the tiniest slice of your exposed midriff for a millisecond more than what could be accidental. You know he didn't do it to make you self-conscious, but you pull your pyjamas a little higher up your hips. 

He goes to use his soap. You hand him yours before he can start, and he makes quick work of washing his face. You splash your face to make it tacky again and open your palm, dipping it toward him so he does the same. 

"Toner. I think I'm supposed to use a cotton round, but I just put it in my palm."

"It's purple," he says, startled. 

"The bottle," you say with a delighted laugh. "It's clear, swears. I think it's mostly water and aloe vera. It made my nose pores smaller."

"Did it?" he asks. 

You shrink. "It didn't?" 

"No, I mean. I never noticed them changing size." He laughs and shakes his hand. You tip a small well of toner into his hand and he waits for you to do the same for yourself, copying your hand movements exactly. 

"It's sticky." He wipes his hand in your bare arm. 

"Thanks, jerk. Just wash it off!" 

He tries to hide his smile and fails. 

You pick up your smaller tube. "Moisturiser," you say. 

He knows how to use it, so you don't bother explaining why you put it all over until he asks, "I get all greasy on my nose, do I…?"

"I'm not sure. I think, uh." You realise you're going to have to talk about something he doesn't know, and you never enjoy that. Correcting people feels like a nightmare — you're always worried they'll get annoyed or defensive, or that you'll come off as a know it all. But Jonathan doesn't do that, so you explain. "When you wash your face, you take all the oils off of your skin, and your skin reacts by making more of it. Sometimes it makes too much, and you end up greasy. If you moisturise it can help give some of the oil back and your skin doesn't feel the need to make too much." You pat a white smear across his cheek. "At least, that's what I think. I could be wrong." 

"Sometimes I use some of that serum your mom got me, but I skipped it today because I ran out. Sorry, Jon, it's much shorter than I thought it was now we're doing it." 

"I bet you're right," he says. His smile is gooey smooth. The entire time you'd been talking, he'd looked entranced. "What's next?" 

"I don't mind. Five minutes doing something with you is better than without." He peels your headband off like he hasn't just said something insanely lovely. "How do I look?" he asks, his dampened baby hairs a wild curling mess around his face.

You tuck your arm into his. "You look perfect." 

[blooxorsista]

Blue Exorcist - 3x09: Rin, Izumo, & the Rescue Scene

Okay, I was reading the comments under the latest episode (3x09), and I wanted to type something out, but it ended up being pretty long and I decided I'd just post here instead.

Basically, this post will address Rin and Izumo's character development in this arc, and the importance of the rescue scene in the most recent episode.

I've already mentioned that this arc is probably my favorite in the whole manga (although I'm not currently caught up), but the scene where Izumo cries for help and Rin comes to her rescue is probably one of my absolute favorite scenes in the series.

The scene was just so impactful to me as a reader, which I wrote about in my analysis from when Chapter 60 came out.

So needless to say, I was SO excited to finally see this scene animated! I was also especially excited to see the Nine Tails dance from Izumo, and was slightly disappointed that they may have adapted it too faithfully to the manga, with still shots instead of a moving dance. Maybe they didn't want to assume what it looked like and chose to play it safe. (It's fine, not a deal breaker!)

It wasn't totally apparent in the anime episode, but manga readers know that Rin noticed Izumo crying from the vent. That's why we saw his wide eyes right before he exploded through the ceiling. It was seeing Izumo that caused him to move into action.

It may be easy to overlook since it moved so quickly in the anime, but that scene is extremely important for both Rin and Izumo's characters. Up until that moment, Rin had been struggling internally about fighting humans. When he's trapped inside the giant zombie, he can hear the voices of the humans that were inside (in the same way he could hear Kuro). That's why he was having a bit of a mental breakdown, asking his father what he should do.

He KNOWS that he has to cause harm to humans in order to succeed in this mission. But it's easier said than done for him, because as someone who has been constantly demonized and struggled with his sense of self, he has drawn himself a red line in his own personal code of ethics. To him, the zombies ARE human. And hearing their voices just confirms that for him. They are still conscious inside of their experimented bodies. So in order to fight them, he would have to harm these humans who were essentially innocent victims of this organization.

For Izumo, she finally accepts her true feelings about others, and asks for help. Up until this point, she's put up a strong front, thinking she had to handle everything on her own and couldn't trust anyone. Now she lets all her walls come down and accepts her vulnerabilities.

And it's exactly in this moment that both Rin and Izumo have a synchronous realization. For Rin, seeing Izumo crying, asking for help, in her most vulnerable state -- it's the catalyst for him to resolve his own inner conflict.

In an instant, he has made his decision and strengthened his resolve (either consciously or subconsciously) to harm humans because all he cares about in that moment is to save Izumo.

It's enough to snap him into action. And that's HUGE development for his character. We even see him hesitate slightly at the end of the episode when the zombies fill the room, before ultimately slashing through them with his sword, because he knows that that is what's needed to save Izumo and her mom. In fact, I'd probably argue that this hesitation is due to Rin having to consciously decide to attack them, meaning that when he moved to save Izumo, he reacted subconsciously.

I just felt the need to point this out after seeing so many comments complaining about Rin and Izumo's actions and character development this season. In truth, their actions and motivations align.

Another common complaint I saw was about how Izumo should have taken Rin's offer for help the first time (on the bridge). I'd like to point out that running away wouldn't solve Izumo's problems. Even if she were to be rescued and escape with Rin and the others, Gedouin still has her mother and has already threatened to use her little sister if Izumo refused. In her mind, staying was the only solution, because her goal was to protect her family at all costs.

Despite what we know of the Nine Tails, Izumo believes that she can take control and use the possession to her advantage and destroy her enemies. That way she wouldn't have to worry about them coming after her or her loved ones again.

And for Rin, he's coming to learn that "good" and "bad" are not so easily distinguished. His view of the world has been turned upside down after realizing that not all of the "bad guys" are demons.

And as a side note, I also want to mention the animation style. I know it's been a bit of a controversial topic this season, since the style is so different from seasons 1 and 2, and that a lot of people have complained about some of the episodes. However, I had a feeling that the animation team was just prioritizing the more important scenes over the others (after all, there is a limited amount of time and budget, so it would make sense to spend more time on the biggest scenes, if you have to choose).

And I was glad that this seems to be holding true up until now. I was happy with the quality of the scenes that featured Izumo this episode (much like how I thought her backstory episode was high quality), and especially the rescue scene. And I loved that we finally got to see posessed!Izumo colored and animated!

I'm also curious as to how the next episode will be adapted. I was reading through an old rant of mine from when the corresponding manga chapter came out, so I'll be curious to see if I feel the same way after watching the next scenes play out.

All in all, I'm still enjoying this season and getting to experience the manga come to life with animation and voice acting!

[fluffypandabun]

Tickly Body positivity

AN: This wasnt a request persay! This was just an idea I had randomly and I just had to write! I hope u enjoy! (Please dont tag as ship!)

Summary: During a sleepover with two of his pals, Barnaby gets a bit self conscious of his looks. Leave it too his two pals to cheer him up!

Barnaby stared at his own reflection in the mirror, his normal happy smile morphed into a grimace as he took in his own apprence. Has he always been this....plump?

He gave a poke to his plush tummy, frown deepening at the way it squished gently at the touch. His tail tucked between his legs and he tugged down at his vest, now suddenly self consious on how it did little to cover his round tum.

Voices outside the door startled him out of his spiraling self consious thoughts, which got more audible the closer to the door they got. "Barnieee~!" Came Julies bubbly voice, the monster puppet gave a quirkly little five tapped knock, "Are you almost ready for our sleepover?"

Ah right the sleepover, in his spiral Barnaby had almost forgotten Wally and Julie was over at his home for a planned annuel sleepover, which he was supposed to be getting ready for before he had caught himself in his mirror.

He cleared his throat, "Nearly! Give me just another moment!"

There was silience at the door for a few moments and Barnaby thought the two other puppets had left, when suddenly.

"Barnie? Are you okay? You sound upset."

'Ah drats' he thought at the concern sounding tone of his little monster puppets friends voice through the door, clearly he hadnt done a good enough job at masking his unhappiness. Now he was out here worrying his friends over nothing, classic Barnaby B. Beagle.

"Barnaby?" There was Wallys cool even tone, afflicted with the same tint of concern that Julies had been. "Is something wrong?

"Nope!" Barnaby chirped, though it sounded forced even to him "Everythings A-Okay!"

Silience and then;

"Barnie...? Can we come in..?"

Oh of course Julie had to bring out her sad voice, the blue beagle could already imagine the sad big eyes she would be given him if he could see her. The neighborhoods greatest collective weakness.

"Aw, alright." he sighed. "You can come in."

There were a few whispers outside the door for a brief second before the door opened, the two smaller puppets stepping inside.

Wally wore his signature blue robe, while Julie wore a soft looking pink nightgown with a pair of butterfly socks that she most likely had "Borrowed" from Frank. Both of them wore matching looks of concern, thought Wallys was more well hiddened behind his calm half lidded eyes.

Julie didnt waste a second, hurrying over to wrap her arms around the much bigger puppets middle to the best of her abilites, tiliting her head up to rest her chin on his stomach so she could peer up at him.

"Awww Barnie! You look so dad? Whats wrong?

Barnaby couldnt tell if he really was just bad at hidding his emotions or if his friends simply knew him well enough by now to be able to read him like an open book. He assumed the latter.

He chuckled softly, reaching up a hand to gently pat the monster puppet a top her head, being mindful of her horns.

"Aww Jules, dont worry bout lil ole me, I'll be alright."

Jules gave him a pout while Wally hummed thoughtfully.

"What made you sad in the first place? Did something happen?"

There was a hint of...something...to the painters tone, something that threatned very un-nice words being spoken to whoever might have made the beagle upset.

Barnaby felt one of his fluffy ears twitch abit nervously. "Aw it was nuthin! I just caught a look in the mirror and realized that I probably needed to cut back on the hotdogs!"

He chuckled the same way he usually did when telling on of his jokes, now usually self depraicating jokes werent his style, and in fact were something he would call his friends out on, but when in doubt of what to do, tell a joke about it!

Instead of laughing like Barnaby had hoped his friends would do, they simply gave him confused looks.

"Why?" Julie asked, cocked her head to the side. "Dont you love hotdogs?"

Barnaby akwardly cleared his throat. "Well of course I do! Its just dont you think ive been looking a bit 'Overstuffed' lately?"

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, as he only seem to dig his grave further based on the looks his two friends gave him.

"Whats wrong with that?" Julie asked, voice taking on a more thoughtful tone as she looks up at him in concern.

Barnaby quickly held up his paws, shaking his head. "Oh nothin at all of course! Its just," He sighed, "Well kid you know how it can be gettin stuck inside your own head is all."

"Aw well I dont think theres anything wrong with being plump!" Julie declared firmly, she gave Barnaby a squeeze and nuzzled her face in his fur.

"Sides!" She giggled, "It just means theres more to hug!"

"Plus" Wally hummed, appearing suddenly on Barnabys other side, the beagle had no idea how he even got there so quietly.

The yellow puppet wrapped his own arms around the blue dog puppets other side, nuzziling his cheek against his fur in the same way.

"I think it makes you very comfortable to snuggle."

Julie giggled, "Yeah! Youre friend shaped!"

"Like a teddy bear." Wally hummed thoughtfully, Julie grinned.

"A teddy beagle!"

Barnaby let out a huff of amusement, he could feel his face getting warmer and his tail begining to wag a mile a mintuie behind him at all of the genuine compliments he was recciving from his friends.

"Yeah Yeah alright you two I get it, now stop with the mushy stuff before I turn into a puddle."

Julie, however, shook her head. "Nuh uh mister! We'll stop once you admit just how adorable you are!"

Barnaby felt his face go even wamer at the thought of activly calling himself adorable out loud, he may be in the middle of getting cuddled by his two clingy friends, but he still had a reputaion to uphold people!

"N-Now I dont know about that-"

"Hey Julie." Wally suddenly spoke up nonchantly from Barnabys other side.

"Hm?"

"You know another good thing about Barnaby being plump?" He purred, voice suddenly taking on a mischvious lift that made Barnaby suddenly very suspicuous.

"Oh? And whats that?" The monster puppet asked with a smile, picking up on Wallys tone. The puppet lifted up his hands and wiggled his fingers.

"Why it means theres more to tickle of course!"

In an instant the wiggling fingers decended down upon the poor unexpecting beagle, skittering and pinching at his belly.

The comedian let out a very uncharartistic squeal at the sudden sparking ticklish sensations, flapping his hands and he tried to twist his way away from Wallys ticklish grasp"

Meanwhile Julies eyes lit up with a happy squeak. "Of course how could I forget!" She giggled, her own hands beginign to tweak gently at Barnabys belly. Causing him to snort loudly.

"HehehehEHEHy!" Y-You twohohoho cut it ouhohohoht!"

The Beagle squrimed twisting frantcially between the two mischvious puppets, stumbling backwards his legs suddenly hit the foot of his bed, sending him tumbling backwards onto it. His two little attackers quickly followed, climbing up onto the bed to sit on either side of him they began to poke, prod, and wiggle their fingers across his belly at every opening they could find.

Barnaby cackled like a madman, or well, maddog. Twisting partways onto his side in hopes of escaping the tickling fingers but it was to no avail. Those hands seemed to follow him no matter where he twisted or squirmed.

Julie giggled, "Aww, look at this belly~!" she cooed, skittering her fingers across it, giggiling harder at the silly sounds it produced from the beagle puppet.

"So full of love!"

"And giggles" Wally added in with a mischevious grin, gently kneading into the blue beagles plush tummy. Julie grinned right back at him.

"Oh of course! Lots of giggles!"

"Think we can tickle them all out?"

Julie giggled. "Oooo great idea! Lets find out!"

Barnaby was in stiches, howling with snort filled laughter. His leg kicked out like a puppies, and his tail was wagging so fast it thumped the bed loudly in a steady rythme. Not wanting to hurt his little friends he tried to keep his squirming to a minimum, his hands coming up to cover his warm beet red face.

"Guhuhuhuhys pleahehehehse! I-Im begin' yahahahahaha!"

"All you have to do is admit how adorable you are~" Julie sing songed, poking his belly with each word, causing him to squeak eachtime.

"Come on Barnie, its not that hard!" Wally chirped, "All you gotta do is say; 'I, Barnaby B. Beagle, am very adorable and sweet no matter how plump I may get!', See? Easy!"

If the beagles face could somehow get any warmer it did right then in there, he curled up further into a little ball, hiccuping now in between his silly cackles. Not one to be defeated by two puppets half his size he managed to squeak out in between hiccups.

"N-Nehehehehver!"

"Never?" Julie gasped, "Did you hear that Walls? He said never!"

"Oh I heard him alright!"

"Do you know what this means?" She giggled. "I think it means he doesnt want us to ever stop! I think he's just having too much fun!"

Wallys eyes lit up happily. "Oh! But of course! I mean just look at how much his tail is wagging!"

Julie giggled, looking down at the beagle. "Aww do you like the tickles Barnie? Do you just love em soooo much?"

Barnabys tail felt like it was gonna wag off from how fast it was going, which really didnt help prove his point as he squealed out protests in reponse, hiding his face in his hands.

Suddenly, after a few moments, the tickling stopped completly, leaving Barnaby confused and out of breath, shaking with left over giggles. Cautiously he began to remove his arm from his face when suddenly-

"Ready Walls? 1....2....3-!"

There were two twin intakes of air followed by the worrst ticklish sensations the poor beagle had ever felt spreading acorss his entire belly, he quite literally, let out a howl followed by peals of full blown belly laughter. Desperatly he banged his fist on the bed.

"OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHY! I GIHIHIHIVE! I GIHIHIHVE! UNCLE!"

Instantly the sensations came to a stop, and this time nothing else followed. Barnaby was left a giggly pile of goo, gasping for breath he struggled to control his left over titters. After a moment of composing himself he finally moved his arm from his face, he was met by two fond pairs of smiles looking down at him.

"Well~?" Wally hummed, Julie crossed her arms as if waiting expectantly. Barnaby let out a long drawn out groan, giving the two lighthearted glares. "Fiihihihne, Fine! Im...." He muttered the last part far too quiet for the two of them too hear, Jullie raised a brow, lifting up her hands to wiggle her fingers threateningly.

"What was that Barnie?"

Barnaby squeaked, holding up his paws.

"Okay okay! Take it easy! I....I said that I am....adorable.."

"And sweet?"

".....And sweet..."

"Annnnd the most ticklish puppet in the neighborhood?"

"Wha-Hey!" Barnaby spluttered, fully sitting up on the bed.

"Im not saying that! Its not even true and you know that!" He gave Julie a playful poke in her side, causing her to jump and squeak out a giggle.

Wally snorted softly at that, until Barnaby also gave him a poke to the ribs, or where ribs would be, causing him to yelp and nearly tumble off the bed.

"Wha- Hey!"

Barnaby chuckled, wrapping an arm around each of the smaller puppets and tugging them down to lay beside him, earing him twin yelps of suprise. The two puppets squirmed a bit, but after realizing that the beagle wasnt going to do anything they quickly relaxed and snuggled against his side. Barnaby opened and eye to peer at them and chuckled.

"Dont think you two are off the hook, I'm too tired to get you back now but there will be no mercy come morning."

Wallys face went red while Julie giggled excitedly, she rested her head on the beagles chest.

"Did you really mean it when you said you were adorable?"

Barnaby gave her a fond smile, "Yeah yeah I meant it."

The beagle found himself suprised that what came out of his mouth was actually true, he did belive he was adorable. So what if he was plump in the tum? It just made him more comfortable to hug!

Julie positivly beamed at him, nuzziling her face against his chest.

"Good! Now hush. im tired, its sleepy time."

Barnaby rose a brow. "Oh youre tired?"

"Hush!"

The beagle chuckled softly, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh as he friends snuggled closer to him.

"....Wait guys i never did actually get to change into my pjs...guys?....Guys?....Nevermind..."

[pisboy]

as a fellow alopecia haver would you mind if i asked a few questions about how you cope with it? like, do you wear hats or wigs or do clever hairstyles to hide it or do you just let it show? ive tried pills and scalp shots and nothing is reversing mine. im only 26 and i feel like this is the worst thing to ever happen to me and i dont know what to do about it. nobody even thinks balding women exist. nobody considers how it is to actually be one. im so scared no one will ever like me or find me cute again. i used to think i was so cute. this sucks so bad.

For me the back of my head around the nape and up to nearly the top of my scalp has never grown hair, not even when I was born. My father also has alopecia areata and he has a few golfball-to-coin sized patches he loses and regrows at a random basis. So I've had my entire life to contend with hair loss and family that was familiar with it, so I sympathize so incredibly hard to women who develop it later in life. It is probably mortifying.

So yeah, shots and pills and balms and oils and etc have never worked for me. I also lose hair at random basis around the rest of my scalp, mainly around the margins of my crown (losing my bangs) and the sides of the back where I already do not grow hair. I also lose half my left eyebrow on a regular basis. If you go far back enough in my #me tag I've posted what it looks like. I also preface some of my advice might not be helpful if you have afro-textured hair, but I will recommend someone who will be extremely helpful in that respect.

Also I hope you don't mind me doing a shotgun blast of advice but maybe my experience will help someone

Things that worked for me:

I've always been flipping my part as my hair cycles in a growth/loss state for my bangs. Low pony tails tend to hold better than high ones in what is essentially a clever combover. Uhhh and always keep a hair tie around in case there is wind lol I always get self conscious when there's a breeze.

This is kind of vague and probably shitty advice but I've noticed over the years I lose hair when I am stressed, so I've had to make the call (in addition to other factors) to quit jobs that really strain me and I've noticed improvement in hair growth. So depending on your circumstances I say make some effort to reduce your other stress factors while you go through figuring it out. This shit is literally traumatizing.

This thing here is basically a pepper shaker for keratin bits that can color-fill in patches of missing (or really tiny short baby) hair. I can only speak as a brunette but it works pretty damn good as some camouflage for your skin poking out where you can't cover it. Do note it kind of has an ashy texture so it's something to wash out at night like makeup. Scalp makeup lol.

Hats are good. I wore trucker hats for most of my teen years, but I don't wear them much anymore, especially being out of the stress of school. However - a piece of advice from a mentor of mine, Jamie Elmore, is to call hats, bands, scarves, wigs, anything under an umbrella term "accessory." It's kind of corny but sometimes conceptualizing these things that way helps coping with the impulse of a world that demands you hide your hair loss and another where you can freely express yourself without fear of judgement. Anyway, I recommend looking her up, she has a magazine and works hard for the alopecia community, particularly for black alopecians.

Oh yeah if you can find those hippy chick silk hair bands that have the elastic around the back, I love those. Regular bandanas are also good.

Uhhh shorter hair also tends to weigh and pull less, which I think everyone has varying sensitivity to, but to anyone considering a bob, why not might help lol. I also lose my hair in the largest amounts in the shower, so like, if you develop a weird complex about showering I know allllllll about it.

I have tried partial wigs, which are custom cut out and adhered to your head, and it's nice if you want to do hairstyles you otherwise could not, but it's high maintenance, very itchy, and gets gummy after about a week.

But yeah it's been a very slow and steady process to get used to going out in public without putting effort in camouflaging my alopecia, and that mostly has to do with tuning people out. The existential stuff gets personal so I save those conversations for a 1-to-1. *Holds you by the shoulder* we are all coping out here.

I look at that sword of Damocles hanging over my head and if my scalp gets wiped out beyond all sidepart repair, I'll go full wig-wearing. I once had a hair stylist who was giddy at the idea of shaving my head when I explained it to her, which was comforting in a silly way.

Anyway, it's been years since I've dipped my toes into the greater Alopecia Community, the ones with all the acronyms, but there are NAAF chapter groups that you can meet and hopefully find people to connect with. I think you need to join an email group though. Anyway. For the longest time the only people I knew with it was just my dad and a cousin who had it for 1 year and never again and seeing a group of people with patchy/full baldness in person for the first time made me cry.

To end on a good note, there have been trials for JAK inhibitors (a treatment for many autoimmune disorders) having really breakthrough success rates at hair regrowth, but I haven't looked into it lately. Seems very promising. A lot better than cortisone shots in the scalp I figure, maybe worth the pain lmao

EDIT: i misremembered it being lupus medication, but it was actually Janus kinase inhibitor trials with success.

[iamprchung]

The Spider and the FBI: Part 6 "More Skinner than Skinner"

Still being tailed by a mob hitman, Scully, Skinner, and their prisoner finally reach a small Wyoming town that’s preparing for a huge 4th of July celebration. But an unexpected encounter throws Scully into a web of intrigue, raising questions about Skinner's past and the truth he may be hiding. This encounter casts a shadow over everything Scully thought she knew about her superior.

Preface/Notes:

The town of Elmo, Wyoming I did take some liberties with here, giving it more elements of another town further north, named Sheridan, which is in the area of the Battle of Little Big Horn. Anyway, I liked the name Elmo better, and the isolated area was just right, plus, at the time this was written, my cat was named Elmo.

Now, something vaguely important; if you haven’t read ‘Conversation Mints,’ go back and do that. There’s a reference from that story that plays out here. A trope? Did I employ a trope? Of course, and what fun and quirky awesomeness it’s turned out to be. Ah, and there’s definitely a clue in this story’s header graphic (on Tumblr and my blog). And yes, I really wanted to do individual graphics for each part, but dang, I would have never gotten this posted if I had.

At the time this was written, a millennia ago in the 20th century, 1999 to be exact, the closet FBI field office to Wyoming was Denver.

"More Skinner than Skinner"

Part VI of "The Spider and the FBI"

by PR Chung

The rumble of a vehicle engine approaching woke Scully from a restless sleep. Alerted by the sound, still far off, she sat up in the dark, immediately regretting the move. Half a whimper escaped her before she bit her lip when she hit her head on something above her.

"Careful," Skinner’s voice, a mere murmur from the dark, startled her further.

"What time is it?" She wondered, as things were slowly coming back to her while she blindly felt around herself, finding the edges of the cramped bunk.

The night-glow feature of his watch cast an eerie indigo light below her, helping her find the edge of the upper bunk.

"Almost six," Skinner answered before releasing the button on his watch, leaving them in the dark again. “Need some help?” He asked hearing her shift around in the bunk to get out.

“Uh,” she hesitated, one leg over the side, and feeling for something to place her foot. This was proving annoying and embarrassing. “I need that light again, I can’t see…”

“Here, hold on,” he said without delay, and she felt him seize her around the waist, hauling her effortlessly down from the bunk.

In an instant she was firmly on the floor, his unexpected rescue leaving her very close to him, and reminding her they were both in dire need of a shower.

“Thanks,” she quietly said, taking a self-conscious step back.

They stood silently, listening to the sound of the vehicle that was closer now.

"What is it?" Bernstein muttered groggily from the front of the trailer where he had slept on the bench seat, cuffed to table leg. "Is that a car?"

"Sounds like a truck," Scully observed as she went to the window to look out.

The likelihood of soon having a meal, getting cleaned up and the joy of brushing her teeth all occurred to her at once when the headlights flashed across the trailer window, illuminating the inside. "It is a truck."

“Who is it?” The nervous sound of Bernstein’s voice mirrored Scully’s unease. An apprehension, Skinner acknowledged, “probably someone working this property, but we can’t count on that right now.”

“Who else could find us out here?” Bernstein whispered, sounding confused, and concerned.

Bernstein had just made the statement before they heard the truck doors open and shut, then voices, and from the sound of things it seemed apparent that whoever had just arrived had noticed the condition of the door in the glare of their headlights.

"What the hell?"

"Jesus..."

"Who the hell would do something like this...?"

Skinner unsnapped the strap on his gun holster, as the voices became progressively louder and agitated. He wasn't surprised, his single shot had left a noticeable hole where the door handle used to be.

"Shit, shut up." Someone outside called.

Everything went still.

"I don't think they're very happy..." Bernstein whispered and the door flew open. Blinding light spilled into the trailer from the headlights of the truck, and the distinctive sound of a pump action shotgun being primed sounded.

Skinner and Scully fell back a step from the doorway in anticipation of gunshots. Nothing happened and there was no one visible through the door.

"If you're still in there," a man shouted from outside, out of sight, "you better get your asses out here now."

"Federal agents," Skinner and Scully shouted.

There was a long beat, then, "I don't care who you are," the man called back.

"We're coming out with our identification," Skinner announced loud and clear, his voice booming through the narrow trailer.

"I lost my case," Scully told him in a hushed voice.

"I've got mine," he assured her and pulled the badge cast from his back pocket.

"Get out of here! Now!"

"We're coming out." Skinner called, starting for the open door, his ID case open and held out before him like a shield.

"What about me?" Bernstein demanded, yanking his cuffed wrist against the restraint of the table leg.

"We have a prisoner with us," Scully announced over Skinner's shoulder.

"Jezzus," the man outside declared and snatched Skinner's badge case as he started out. "What the hell is going on here?"

A sturdy built man with face withered by a life of outdoors labor was standing to the left of the trailer door, his companion, considerably younger man with wide open clean features stood to the right holding the shotgun they had heard primed. Two more men stood ready near the truck, silhouetted by headlights head lights.

The older man leaned against the trailer as he studied the identification and badge, looking back up as Skinner stepped down from the trailer. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again when he saw Scully emerge from the trailer, eyes turning round for a quick instant.

The man pried his eyes off Scully and looked at the badge and ID again. "Special Agent Walter S. Skinner..." the man read.

"We ran off the road yesterday," Skinner took the opportunity to try to explain their situation. "And were on foot, we needed a place to stay for the night when we came across the trailer."

"What road' you get off of?" The younger man with the shotgun questioned, sounding dubious.

"Route 34, near Chugwater."

"Chugwater! How the hell long you been walking?" The older man blurted frowning at the two of them. "Chugwater's over fifty miles from here."

"We..." Scully paused to let the embarrassment pass for what she was about to disclose. She knew they had traveled a good time and distance but had no idea it had been that far. "We were forced to pursue our prisoner... in the river. It must have carried us pretty far."

"I'd say. Shit," the man laughed, handing Skinner his badge case, and motioning for the younger man to lower the shotgun.

The man seemed to smile in spite of himself. "All right, now, tell me who’s paying for this damage? I think my boss will be holding me responsible for some answers when he finds out 'bout all this."

"You’ll be compensated," Skinner assured him all the while thinking how their efforts to clean the inside seemed more than enough payment for the lock and handle. "We need to get to a phone. Will you take us to one?"

"Well, hell, yeah," he said agreeably, "I'll take you into Elmo, plenty of phones there."

"I'll get Bernstein," Scully told Skinner turning back to climb the steps into the trailer again.

"Did you say Elmo?" Skinner questioned, glaring at the man as he looked Scully up and down before she disappeared back into the trailer.

"Uh, yeah, sure did," he turned back to face Skinner, "I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Donnie Combs, that's Robby Bowman, and that's Doug and Danny Purdy." He gestured toward the two men standing in front of the truck.

Skinner nodded briefly to all; his attention divided. "Isn't there a place closer, other than Elmo, we can use a phone at?" he asked, sounding impatient.

"Well, no, not really, to be honest."

"What about this land, the house the people who own it live in, isn't it any closer?"

"No." Donnie let out a weak laugh, looking at him curiously. "Elmo's the closet, and it's probably forty-five minutes or more from here. The King's house, that's who owns this property, well their house isn't even on this land. They live in Washakie."

Skinner bucked his head. "Fine. No, problem."

Great, he left unsaid.

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Elmo, Wyoming

July 4th

Like something staged for a Roger and Hammerstein musical the town of Elmo, Wyoming was profusely adorned in red, white, and blue banners and streamers. Old Glory flapped in the breeze and there was laughter in the air while it seemed that every man, woman, and child hustled through the streets in preparation for what was undoubtedly going to be one doozy of a Fourth of July celebration.

Well, I'll be a cockeyed optimist Scully thought as she peered out the truck windows at the bustle of activity.

"It's gonna be one hell of a party tonight," Donnie remarked cheerfully from behind the wheel.

"How quaint." Bernstein sneered as he looked around.

Scully gave him a sour glance.

"What's the population here?" Scully wondered.

"Five or six hundred, maybe." He leaned a bit forward to look around Bernstein at her. "But lots of folks have come in from all around for the fireworks tonight. Rumor is they'll be the best for a thousand miles."

Scully found that hard to believe considering Laramie was so close. But for those people, or folks if one chose to use the local vernacular, who didn't venture much further than their own town or the next, this small town's show could very well seem like the greatest thing close enough to home.

Scully leaned forward to get a better look at the town square. It was a large park with huge trees and lush green grass. Four whitewashed gazebos sat in each corner of the park, framing a small open bandstand at the center, and all were steeped in patriotic color.

“End of the line," Donnie announced slowing his truck in front of the sheriff's station, "The Sheriff should be able to help you folks out from���" Before he could finish Skinner rapped his knuckles on the back window from where he'd been riding in the bed of the truck.

Donnie and Scully glanced back seeing him motion toward the restaurant up a head where a pay phone stood in front.

"He wants to go over there?" Donnie questioned, clearly puzzled. "Not here?"

Scully frowned seeing her superior vehemently pointing toward the restaurant.

"Uh, yeah. Not here." She told Donnie, suspicion seeping into her thoughts.

He just hadn't seemed like himself since before they started into town. She had begun to suspect something was wrong; his mannerisms were tight, ridged more Skinner than Skinner. From inside the trailer she had heard him questioning Donnie, an urgent apprehension underscoring his tone and even then she had known something wasn't sitting right with him and whatever it was involved this town...

She gave the Sheriff's station a thoughtful glance as Donnie pulled the truck back away from the curb and steered it toward the restaurant. Again, the truck came to a gradual halt; the struts squeaking as it rolled up to the curb.

Scully was hardly out of the truck before she noticed the increasingly curious glances. She knew she looked like she had been dragged through a hole backward, she didn't think she looked bad enough to catch this much attention.

Skinner came out of the truck bed with a single swift move that planted him firmly beside her as she got Bernstein out of the truck cab and thanked Donnie for the ride. Scully found herself and Bernstein standing alone no sooner than the truck had pulled away from the curb; without a word Skinner had gone to the pay phone and all but buried his face inside the enclosure as he dialed.

"Oh, now, this is just so..." Bernstein said, giving the immediate area a sweeping glance. "Mayberry. I..." he widened his eyes mocking surprise, "I think I can hear whistling. Do you hear it?"

"I think that's the wind blowing between your ears." Scully muttered as she guided him toward the pay phone.

From what she could hear from his end of the conversation, Skinner was on the phone to the Denver field office. "Well, when can we expect them to be here?"

That didn’t sound too promising, she thought and caught sight of yet more curious glances. Only now these inquisitive stares were accompanied by whispers, as well as a few double takes, and much to her surprise, Scully realized the attention wasn't on her, nor was it on Bernstein, or even the three of them as an out of place group of strangers in a small town.

Attention seemed to be directed solely on a man who just happened to be making a passionate effort to hide his face inside a phone booth.

"What's he doing…"

"I don't think that's him..."

"But-"

"Shhh."

Scully turned quickly in the direction she'd heard this disjointed conversation only to see two women turn hurriedly away down the sidewalk.

"You would think we had antlers," Bernstein commented.

"Yeah, at least one of us..." Scully said, her voice drifting with distraction as she noticed a Sheriff's department vehicle coming down the main street, and according to the writing on the white and tan two tone Cherokee's door it was the Sheriff.

She strained to see the driver but couldn't make anything out past the tint and mid-morning sun glaring off the windshield.

"We needed backup two days ago," Scully heard Skinner growling into the phone behind her as she watched the Cherokee slowing on the far side of the street, almost as though the driver wasn't quite sure if they wanted to stop or not. "Who is the special agent in charge?" Skinner continued to question the person on the other end of the line.

"Hello," Bernstein said and gave a curious local a brittle smile, raising his hands up to wriggle his fingers in a wave, deliberately showing off his handcuffs.

The woman's jaw dropped shortly before she began shuffling away, looking back as she went.

"Bernstein, please." Scully jerked his hands down, a move that drew more attention.

The Sheriff's jeep stopped abruptly, the driver's side door swinging open, and a khaki leg dropped out. Hmm, the thought unconsciously struck Scully at the sight of the rather large leg attached to a generously sized hiking boot.

"Oh great, this should be fun, I'm sure." Bernstein sarcastically said.

"You just never know..." Scully murmured, preoccupied.

"Tomorrow?" Skinner barked into the phone and Scully was vaguely aware of his tone dipping yet another notch.

Scully’s mouth slowly went slack as she watched the man whose leg she had been admiring emerge from the Cherokee. From out of the cab, he straightened to what she gauged at six two, adjusted his ball cap that was casting a short shadow over a pug nose and solid jaw, his eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, his mouth a grim slash with the slightest hint of an affable curl in the corners.

"Is it just me," Bernstein quietly said to Scully, "or does he remind you of someone?"

"Uh," she faltered, reaching for Skinner without looking back, without taking her eyes off the barrel-chested doppelganger walking their way. "Uh, sir... Sir…"

"I need support in no less than six hours..." Skinner was demanding of the poor soul on the other end of his phone conversation.

"Sir," Scully continued, contacting his arm. Not quite sure she believed what she was seeing she tugged twice never looking, even when he jerked his arm from her grasp and continued to bark orders into the phone.

The Sheriff stepped up onto the curb and into the shade of the restaurant awning. He was only a foot or two from them, standing quite solidly in place, his expression a mask of sober caution and curiosity.

"Hello," Bernstein said in the same false tone that he'd used to greet the passerby.

The Sheriff nodded and gave a long sweeping scan of first Bernstein, then Scully and finally Skinner, whose back was turned to him. His attention lingered on the Assistant Director a moment before he turned to Scully.

"Morning," he said finally and smiled broadly as he took the sunglasses off.

Brown eyes. It was the only thought that occurred to Scully for a long moment before she realized she was staring with her mouth agape. "Uh,” she started lamely.

Bernstein glanced at her, puzzled, and then smirked. “Your words, use them,” he whispered.

“Good morning," she finally spat out, realizing she was ogling a uniform shirt perfectly filled by great shoulders and tapered torso— "Uh, Sheriff..?"

"Durokoff," he introduced himself with a nod, his eyes drifting toward Skinner again. "Larry Durokoff."

Scully hesitated, the name rolling around her mind. Genetically engineered alien clone? Well, Mulder would have been proud that she even marginally considered it, but she didn't believe that was the case here either. They definitely looked alike, with the same eyes and chiseled features, the same build, built like... well, built like- Holy shit. It didn't matter, they looked alike, but they weren't exactly twins.

"Special Agent Dana Scully." She finally introduced herself.

"FBI?"

"Yes."

"I'm a prisoner," Bernstein mocked pride in the fact.

"I can see that," Durokoff said, and pulled a pair of cuffs off the back of his belt. "You don't mind do you?" he asked Scully as he moved to replace the cuffs Bernstein was wearing with his own.

"I'm sure Federal handcuffs are just as strong as yours."

Scully almost jumped at the sound of Skinner's voice. She hadn't even noticed him end his call let alone seen him step up beside her.

Durokoff looked up, his eyes dancing with something close to what Scully wanted to call mischief. He snapped his cuffs closed on Bernstein and straightened, grinning at Skinner.

"I can only assume this isn't a personal visit, Walter." He said handing Skinner the cuffs he'd just removed from Bernstein.

"No, it's not."

Scully watched in awe as the man nodded and perfectly executed an atypical thoughtful Skinner as he glanced around the immediate area. "What's it been, ten, fifteen...?"

"Eighteen." Skinner answered.

Durokoff laughed. "Not long enough, huh?" he said and repositioned his cap, lifting it just enough to expose a hint of scalp as bare as Skinners.

"Uh," Scully started, then stopped and had to start over, looking between the two of them and feeling as though she was in the middle of an uncomfortable reunion. " I can't help but..."

"Agent Scully," Skinner interrupted her, motioning toward Durokoff, "my cousin, Sheriff Lawrence Durokoff." Somehow, Skinner managed to make eye contact with no one as he made introductions.

An excruciatingly long beat followed the introductions. People passed and people stared, and the four of them shifted their weight from foot to foot and looked around at one another until Bernstein began to whistle the Andy Griffith show theme.

Scully captured his arm tightly, pinching his skin through his shirt. Like someone flipped a switch the whistling stopped and was replaced by a small whimpering noise.

So, this is why he didn't want to go to the Sheriff's station, or even this town. Scully mused taking a stealthy glance at first Skinner then his cousin.

"It doesn't look like you're operating on full resources here," Durokoff’s tone purposely professional. "There was word that federal agents were missing in the area, but I never thought you would be involved. I had heard from Aunt Anne you had ended up on the eraser end of a desk a few years ago, Walter."

Skinner gnashed his teeth, giving Scully a quick nervous glance before he addressed his cousin. "I made assistant director eight years ago."

Durokoff arched his brows and smiled. "Well, congratulations."

Skinner nodded. "This really isn't the time for playing catch up," he changed the subject and took control of Bernstein from Scully. "This man needs to be out of sight and under what protection you can provide until a team of agents arrive here."

"When will they be here?" Scully wondered.

Skinner ground his teeth, looking decidedly irritated. "Possibly tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Resources were already spread thin between the holiday and the activities in Casper, then Mulder got involved in the search for us, demanding agents to assist in the search. The Denver office is trying to contact them right now and re-direct them here."

"Mulder?"

"Mulder?" Durokoff's curiosity seemed piqued by the shear agitation produced in his cousin's voice when he mentioned this name.

"FBI Poster boy." Bernstein helpfully informed the Sheriff.

Durokoff gave him a glare of singular intent. "No one was talking to you."

The power of his voice startled Scully. He could also sound just like Skinner.

Durokoff reached out and took Bernstein by the other arm, hauling him out of Skinner's grasp. Skinner resisted, pulling Bernstein back, “We’re in charge of this prisoner.”

“My town, my rules,” Durokoff insisted, pulling on Bernstein.

"All right, already..." Bernstein protested yet another rough changing of the guards. “Make up your minds, I’m not a chew toy.”

"Come on, smart guy," Durokoff said, and started for the jeep with Bernstein in tow. "I've got a real nice little room waiting for you right down the street."

Bernstein looked back at Scully, quickly telling her, “Take notes, you’re next in this tug of war—"

Durokoff gave Bernstein a brisk tug nearly causing the man to stumble as he led him toward the SUV. Scully was transfixed for a time, watching the man walk away, his narrow hips giving the slightest sway with his powerful stride, shoulders bristling and separating the yoke pleats of his shirt, his arms flexing and tensing with every swing.

Scully realized she was chewing on her lip about the same moment she noticed Skinner's eyes boring into her. She looked at him fully, her mouth fully open to speak but nothing came out.

"You coming?" Durokoff called to them over the top of the four-wheeler.

"He's the Arthur Murray cousin?" Scully finally succeeded in asking Skinner, throwing him off guard enough to forget her unabashed ogling of his cousin.

She had remembered, finally, the small anecdote from his childhood that he had shared with her months ago. "...my cousin and I were enrolled at Arthur Murray, tuition paid, and the day before our first lesson... The day before our first lesson my cousin, Lawrence, fell out of a tree and broke both his legs."

"Yeah... that’s the one," Skinner replied with a decidedly defeated tone.

***********************************

Kim Cook checked her watch again, blowing her breath out. She yanked the curtains back and glared at the bare street in front of her condo. "What's happened?" She asked herself. There couldn't have been a mistake, could there?

She knew she'd sounded awful last night when he'd called her at the office. Six-thirty and she was still there, struggling to juggle calls between the Director and Attorney General, then there were the non-stop calls from Agent Mulder. What was it with that guy? She couldn't believe sometimes that he hadn't been tossed out of the bureau on his ear for some of the crap she'd seen him do. What did he have over Skinner? He had to have something on him, although she couldn't imagine what. AD Skinner was one of most professional and scrupulous men she had ever worked for.

She shook her head. It didn't matter, she thought and checked her watch again, then the street- still no sign of Jess. What was it with the men in her life disappearing? First her boss and now Jess.

He was supposed to have been there over a half hour ago. He'd never been this late without calling. He would have surely called today if he were going to be late, all the careful planning for the most perfect day together. It would be their first real holiday to share together. The first holiday together with someone was just... just so fantastic and exciting. All those new things created out of the old and ordinary...

She had waited long enough, she believed and turned to the phone.

"The number you have dialed is not in service or has been disconnected," Kim frowned when the message began to play. "Please check your number and-"

She dialed Jess' number again, carefully pressing each number.

"The number you have dialed is not in service..."

She dialed again, deliberately, and precisely pressing the buttons on the keypad. Again, the message burned over the line. One more time, she thought, her hand beginning to tremble a little as she started to dial his number again.

"The number you have..."

Kim lowered the phone from her ear, her chin trembling.

*************************************

Yellow.

It was yellow and streaking past his nose and out of his sight into frantic oblivion. Too close, his mind screamed at him to pull back before his skin was thrashed and ripped away. Surrounded by black, the yellow rectangle zipped past his eyes. The wind was in his eyes, his hair, whipping at the lapels of his studded white jacket and matching bell-bottoms. He could not pull back, his head was already pressed against the metal, the skeleton of the monster machine his arms and legs were lashed to.

The engine roared, gears chewing each other up with manic delight above his head.

There was music and singing in the monster engine roar, pistons and rods harmoniously chanting his name over and over again...

"Agent Mulder?"

The voice seemed far away, separate from the deep shadows and harsh light and noise that filled his dreams. Knowledge of his whereabouts came to him slowly as Mulder opened his eyes that were still heavy with sleep. It was daylight, he slowly noted as he straightened in the passenger seat of the cruiser and looked around. He was drenched in sweat and not surprised, the temperature inside the car had to be over ninety degrees despite the open windows.

"Agent Mulder?"

Mulder blinked hard, turning in the direction of the voice. "Any news?" He asked Sheriff Boyd who was leaning in the open driver's side window.

"I just got word from your FBI office in Denver that Assistant Director Skinner checked in a bit ago."

Mulder straightened in the seat. "What about Scully- my partner? Are they all right?"

"They're in a little place called Elmo and I suppose they're just fine; I didn't hear no different."

"Elmo? How far from here is..."

"It's a ways east of here," he said handing his cell phone through the window to Mulder. "You should be able to reach your partner at the Sheriff's department there. Got the number programmed in for you."

"How long a drive is it?" Mulder questioned as he took the phone, blinking against the effects of the dream still lingering around the edges of his mind.

"Don't worry 'bout driving, Agent Mulder," the Sheriff smiled. "I've arranged an all-expenses paid ride with Albany County airlines."

"Huh?" Mulder didn't catch on at first, but when he did his heart seized up with genuine fear. "You mean ride in that helicopter again?"

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"Damn, that's good." Lawrence Martin Gryzwac declared and tilted his head back to wipe a buttermilk mustache from his lip with the back of his hand.

There was nothing like cold buttermilk on a hot day, he thought feeling undeniably content despite the lack of news. His head hurt a little from listening to the hayseeds prattling over the scanner for the last twenty-four hours, but there was nothing much that could be done about that.

He found some shade, parked the caddy and was enjoying a most refreshing beverage. He wasn't going worry just cause he didn't know where these feds had taken the Spider... Hell, nobody knew where the hell they were from the sound of it.

All damn night the local yokels were chattering back and forth, all excited when they found the car. Then they yakked some more when they thought they'd found him.

Gryzwac laughed out loud.

"That was good." He said to himself, pleased with the delight of knowing some poor, dumb bastard halfway across the state had been mistaken for him and hassled most of the night. Shit, that gave him time to get some rest.

He stretched his legs out along the length of the caddy front seat and took another long draw on the carton of buttermilk.

"Stewart, are you there?" A voice burst over the scanner.

"Ouu, Sheryl, baby, talk to me," Gryzwac sighed hearing the Albany County dispatcher's voice. He'd become familiar with the dispatcher’s voices, even knew some by name after the last couple of days. This one, Sheryl, had become a personal favorite. A little breathy, not shrill like most of the other. No, not at all. She had the soap opera voice... That "H" sound coming across the speaker sent shivers down his spine and had started giving him a world-class hard-on.

"Damn it, Stewart, turn down the music..."

"I'm here," the hayseed pilot returned. "You just don't sound real happy, Sheryl, honey."

"Why should I be, working on the Fourth 'cause of all this crap?"

"I'm working, too."

"That's a good thing cause Sheriff Boyd needs you to fly that fed over to Elmo. Where are you anyway?"

Gryzwac swept his legs off the seat, sitting up to take careful note of the relay of information as he grabbed a tattered map from the dashboard.

"Alger," the pilot replied. "I've been waiting on a fuel hose. Had a little leak."

"How long you think you're gonna be?" the dispatcher questioned as Gryzwac ran his thick index finger across the map, silently searching.

"I can't say. I was lucky I got someone to agree to bring me one."

"Aren't you supposed to keep spare hoses around, Stewart?"

Gryzwac poked the map hard, the tip of his finger smacking a tiny dot called Elmo. "Got’cha."

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Continue in part 7

[carbo-ships]

Chapter XXXV

Beginning: Chapter I Previous: Chapter XXXIV

Ardis, admittedly still a bit shaken from the events following the last concert, decided to help Petrichor out backstage during the next ritual. Aether was a bit disappointed that he couldn't spend the whole show flirting with her, but he settled for stealing a kiss from her when he dropped off his jacket halfway through the set. Besides, she looked adorable in the ghoul uniform. It was much more flattering on her than her usual one.

They all retired to the changing rooms after the performance – Papa and the ghouls in one, Ardis and the ghoulettes in the other. They usually weren't too concerned with separating or modesty, but they wanted to make sure Ardis was comfortable and there were conveniently two separate spaces at the venue. In the men's room, Aether and the others were discussing how the performance had gone while they stripped off their sweaty uniforms.

"I thought that poor woman was going to faint during 'Cirice'," Swiss laughed, wiping the sweat off of his face with a towel as soon as he'd removed his helmet.

"Yes, it seems this old man's still got it!" Papa chuckled, seemingly rather proud of himself. "I always worry it won't have the right effect in these bigger venues, but it tends to go better than I expect."

Sodo grinned as he attempted to detangle his hair. "I remember the look on Ardis's face when you Cirice'd her at the first gig. She was looking at you like you put the stars in the sky."

That only made Papa smile more and let out a little sigh. "She really is a sweet girl, isn't she?"

A thought formed in Swiss's mind. "Have you ever Cirice'd her, Aether?" he asked.

"Me? No," Aether chuckled. "She did ask me to, once, but I talked her out of it."

Rain gave him a strange look. "You talked her out of it?"

"It was her first night back at the ministry after we'd started dating," he explained, "and she wanted me to sing something for her. That's her favorite song of ours, you know, so that's what she requested. But we were cuddled up in bed, and that song is a little intimate, so I was worried I'd overwhelm her. You know how shy she can be." The ghouls all gave him endearing looks that made him a bit self-conscious. "What?" he asked awkwardly.

"You really like her, don't you?" Swiss tutted,  teasing smirk on his lips.

Aether's face felt warm. He felt his tail twitch. "That's hardly a secret," he grumbled.

Much to Aether's relief, a knock at the door interrupted whatever Swiss was going to say next. "Papa?" That was Cumulus's voice.

"Yes?" the anti-pope called back.

"Can we borrow you for a moment?" She sounded... nervous? Excited? Definitely uncertain. "We need you in our room."

Papa paused. Something was off. He didn't like it. If it couldn't wait for him to get properly showered and dressed, it must be urgent. He pulled on an undershirt and re-fastened his belt, remembering that Ardis was present and that she had slightly different standards of modesty than the rest of the band, and slipped out of the room.

Aether watched Papa leave over his shoulder. He wondered what that was about, but continued hanging up his stage uniform. Perhaps one of the girls found an issue with their costume.

Just as Aether had stripped down to his underwear, Papa stuck his head back into the men's room. "Aether? We need you." Papa looked concerned.

Aether was startled. "Me? What's going on?" The other men were also starting to get antsy, pausing in their work to shoot each other curious glances.

"It's, er, probably best that you see it for yourself," Papa said simply. "Make yourself decent."

Aether quickly pulled on a shirt and a pair of trousers, not bothering with his boots, and stepped out of the room to follow Papa down the hall toward the girls' room.

Papa knocked gently on their door before inching it open. "Love?" he called gently. "I have Aether."

They stepped inside. Aether felt the heavy silence hanging over the small room. "What's–"

Flanked by the ghoulettes, Ardis stood in the center of the room. She was bare from the waist up, clutching her balled-up shirt to her chest in an attempt to preserve some of her modesty. She looked up at him, her big brown eyes full of worry. The sight startled him and he averted his gaze to be polite. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "What's, um, what seems to be the matter?"

Papa approached Ardis. "May I show him, tesoro ?" he asked softly. She gave a little nod, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. She looked... embarrassed? He waved Aether over to stand behind her and brushed her long braids aside to reveal her bare back. There, right between her wings, was a brown mark on her skin in the shape of a quintessence symbol. Aether's symbol.

"Oh." The ghoul was stunned. How had that gotten there? Was it a trick of the light? A very coincidental group of freckles? No, it was clear as day, and crisp enough that it almost looked like a tattoo.

"Did you do this?" Papa asked him gently. It wasn't an accusation. He didn't seem upset or angry. Just confused.

"I... No," Aether said, his eyes still scanning her back in bewilderment. "Or at least, I don't think so. If I did, it certainly wasn't on purpose. It… It doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked her quietly.

She shook her head.

"Do you mind if I..." Aether started. When he got her permission, he let his fingers graze against the mark. It wasn't raised or rough, feeling indistinguishable from the skin around it. It made sense that she wouldn't have noticed it before now. He wondered how long it had been there. Had he ever seen her back before now? He pushed the thought from his mind.

"Do you know what this is?" Papa asked him, clearly clueless.

"I... I don't know," Aether admitted after a moment. "I've never seen anything like this."

Next: Chapter XXXV

[jonmyblaze]

Castlevania Hellsing crossover

Julius (Morris-)Belmont joins the HELLSING Organization. Pt2

(Pt 1 how the hell did he get into this establishment?)

Her sidearm was nearby, a trusty pistol she could aford the carry license. If this boy was any trouble, She would see to it he would be dead.

“Excuse me, Miss, do you happen to know if a woman with the named Hellsing was here?” The cowboy asked politely

(she's about to have a bit of fun)

"indeed I do" Integra kept her face hidden by her glasses and long hair"

"Can you please, if you have the ability send a message to her that I wish to speak with her in person"

"Why you're in luck dear sir, I do have the ability to contact sir Integra"

Julius's face brightened with a smile "Excellent-"

" But before I do. But Might I inquire as to why you wish to speak with her, you know so that I know that your intentions are pure of heart. "She spoke in a tone of mystery and Riddle. Mostly to help scare away the American.

"I assure you my intentions are quite Pure, " the cowboy said and had he not been wearing such a strange outfit, Integra would have kicked him out on the spot securitywood side with her easily

"Oh is that the case , then please regale me as to what your intentions are with the Lady of Iron? "

"It's a lot harder to explain ma'am"

"I think we have time"

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Julius didn't want to reveal that he knew of the supernatural ongoings, and so he had no choice but to regale her that he was a son of a friend to lady Hellsing family (not a lie but multiple generations removed)

Integra didn't believe him. His tails were too fictitious in her eyes.

Clearly this could still be a trap for a woman like her. But she was always one for a challenge. If she was truly in any danger, well it wasn't often to her pet vampire got a taste of American meat.

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Julius was getting antsy and his eyes started to wander until he saw a rather interesting sha

"My oh My that's a Mighty large gun you have there, revolver by any chance?"

Julius inquired At the peculiar shape in Madam's pant.

"bollocks he knows' Integra thought to herself self-conscious about the pistol that she held, In a form of defensive misdirection she's decided to play a little trick on him using societal standards

"Awfully presumptuous of you to assume that it's a gun" implying the "bulge" in her pocket was something more organic, knowing the transphobia of the day probably could have made it so that he'll steer far away from her as possible.

"Please" Julius Belmont dismissed remembering his ex ( they broke up when he decided he would backpack across Britain. No hard feelings) this ain't my first rodeo ma'am.(he tipped his hat) I think I would know the difference between the a rooster and a ole fashioned heater"

"What!? You don't think my "glock" is sufficient? That I would dare to compensate with something as silly as a mundane firearm? Or are you just scared for your manhood being upstaged.

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The 23-year-old Integra well not that verse with actual human men of her age range (Julius is literally only four years younger) she knew well the troops she had that masculinity and "manhood" size was a touchy subject

Really all she wanted to do was make it so that he would back off and she wouldn't have to use her British open carry license.

Julius knows the British gun laws were rather different than American but hiding your gun in your pants without a holster kind of felt heretical.

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Ma'am I wouldn't dare call it a glock by the shape alone. If I did papaw would kill me"

"Oh? Is that a fact?!"

"I bet you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn door with such a dinky gun"he was referred to the Glock,

"Dinky I'll have you know I'm strapped to the nines. "Integra hissed

She also had another pistol in her coat, but could have equally been implying that she was using aa different strap

"Now look who's compensating"

This was going on too long she had to bluff him out

"How about a little bet"

"Ah'ite ', game' Julius replied but his accent was slipping in more and more as he talked

if I'm right that it's not a revolver and not a gun I'll send you packing and report you for harassment, I know enough people in high places to ensure that you aren't able to ever set foot on this island again"

"Fair And if I'm right?"Julius was a betting man but he also knew his guns

darling had a concealed carry license but rather kepted it on the down low.

"I will humor your request for Ms hellsing's favor"

"Deal"

It took what about like hours for them to make the first move, Integra held her strongest poker face, Julius matched her every move, each ofthem staring it to each other's eyes, mutually bluffing. The tension was so thick you could cut it like butter.

however to the outside world it was at least 10 minutes before Integra dropped the act grabbing Julius' shirt by the collar, she brought out her golden housing labeled revolver and aimed it directly at his head from the base of his jaw.

Integra smirked

" Well it seem you win"

Nobody else could see the pistol,except for Julius, who was smiling. He won this round.

'Aw I'm almost disappointed."

Integra hid a giggle

"Please you wouldn't be able to handle this caliper I hold" she held her voice in a false posh accent

"I'll have you know I handled plenty of High caliber weapons firearms in my field of work"

Is that so she cocked her eyebrow,

And what sort of field do you work in?

Integra could see through his bullshit. She was 19 sure, but she was pretty sure the American military wouldn't allow a 19-year-old service men to be on British soil so far away from a base and in the expensive part of the city.

"oh I hunt in a more specialized field which is why I am so insistent upon meeting sir Hellsing"

"Well it seems you came to the right place because you're looking at her. "

It took Julius a second to process what she had just said. "You're looking at her," as in the person that he had been flirting with was Sir Integra fairbrook Wingate Hellsing. HEAD OF THE HELSING ORGANIZATION

He started to flush heavily, becoming redder than a tomato

"Wait... you're sir Integra Hellsing?, Leader of the Helsing organization

"In the flesh" she confirmed, and had Julius not known that she worked with people who hunt vampires in the night, he may not have spotted that pun

"But I didn't think" Julius was a bit embarrassed

What? didn't expect a 23-year-old woman to be the head of a secret multi-million dollar organization sponsored by the crown itself

"No... I ...Shit" Julius was very embarrassed he had to make this situation better somehow

" hold on give me a second"

The cowboy hands scramble towards one of his pockets, as if he was searching for something very important, then it occurred to her, integra still didn't really know his name.

Fishing out a envelope he proceeded to hand it to her.

Integra notice the peculiar seal that kept the envelope from opening, it was wax with a interesting emblem. Along the corner, there was address to "Sir Integra Hellsing" and her address for the organization / her manner

She almost didn't want to w rip open such a interesting seal

"I must say Mr...." it occurred to her, integra still didn't really know that cowboy's full name

"Oh how rude of me my name is Julius Simon Juste Quincy Belmont, although I normally just shorten it to Julius Belmont. "

Figures she always gets the long-winded names, whatever happened to John or Jack or Lucy or whatever now now now it must be sir pectoral pennwood or shakopaneous Finn. Integra pondered why she received such bullshit luck as she opened up the letter she found an interesting series of documents.

It was application letter! To be in Hellsing organization!? What the fuck? There was letters of rec too

She almost laughed.

"And what made you come all the way to here here to ask," He could have easily went through the online application.

" To be perfectly honest sir I didn't know where to look. All I know is I know what happens at your organization And I'm happy to be of service sir"

He stood up and gave a salute

Oh and what made you so interested in my little organization, as opposed to your coveted American military.

Sir "his eyes were a bit darker" I wish to fight the creatures of the night, it is what my family have done for years, and I need the experience

What did you say your name was.

Julius Belmont

Belmont

Belmont, I've heard of that name before?" She asked herself. She could have sworn she heard it before

She could have sworn she heard it before, as if some ancient familiar name that cried out to be remembered. But she for the life of her, she couldn't remember.... Drawing a blank. It was quite odd .

Apologies Mr Belmont but I cannot seem to recall your family name and as such I would like to know what you mean by your family hunting creatures of the night"she could not allow

Julius was a bit stunned, he was expecting at least the great-grandchild of Abraham Van Helsing and the Harkers to at least know about the Belmont clan

Sir My family deals in vampire hunting, just as yours dealt with Dracula himself,

"I wish to join in your organizations crusade to protect your country so that I may have enough experience for my own. " He stated

Integra was still not convinced Julius had to come up with something,

"Well, perhaps I think you might know of my mother's maiden Morris? Seeing as you're at the descendant of Van Helsing?”

"Morris....morris…morris" She said out loud, as if trying to draw in a memory,

"MORRIS , wait as in QUINCY MORRIS? The Texan cowboy?"

the guy who stabbed alucard with a bowie knife, shot him with a revolver and a Winchester rifle as a bat and aided great grandpa Jonathan in hacking his bloody head off with his kuriki blade, and was instrumental in holding Alucard down with a blessed whip so that her other grandfather Abraham Van Helsing could bind the vampire to her family's blood.

Then she remembered a little detail that he mentioned earlier about him being the descendant of a family friend. He may have been talking about Quincy.

Now it all lines up, at least all of his what you thought was lies seem to make more sense with this little detail.

"Why didn't you say that" she breathed a sigh of relief

Integra thought ‘Oh this'll be fun to tease Alucard with.’ especially after That shit Storm he got her into with the PopExcept there was one little detail that she didn't quite get which made her a bit skeptical

"Mr Belmont I must ask there is one little detail that I am missing and have been missing for quite a few years and seeing as you are the only one I have as a connection

Answer me this? How did Quincy Morris have a child"

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More in part 3

So how are you guys liking this so far?

Follow up from part 1

[sweet-honey-tears]

To Pretty for This World

(Aged up) Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Breif: reader is talking to their coworkers about their relationship. They convince Reader that Bakugou is shallow and only cares about looks- so don’t remove makeup. Well stuff happens and Bakugou comforts reader. FLUFF

Second one to No Makeup. So if you have any request for other characters please leave them!! As always, spelling is bleh and I hope you enjoy🤍

Warning: Reader getting kinda bullied. Reader is self conscious

You had only been dating Bakugou for a couple of months. And to your surprise, he hadn't seen you without any makeup. It wasn't on purpose, it just happened that way. You had been talking about your past dates with your two coworkers, all-day dates when one of them pointed something out. One of the girls had said:

“Wait so, he doesn’t know what you actually look like?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like without makeup. He doesn’t actually know what you look like?”

You weren’t sure if it was meant to be rude, or just came off that way, but a part of your chest felt like it caved in.

“He seems shallow enough to only care about looks.” She continued.

“Wait what- no he’s nothing-“

“She’s probably right, he’s almost always pissy and rude. He seems shallow enough to only care about looks.” The other girl added in, her smirk going unnoticed by you.

They were riling you up again, but you didn’t notice. You never did, you had always trusted them. After everything, everything. The arguments , the fights, the doubts they’d weave in your mind. You remembered the look Present Mic gave when he caught the tail end of an argument once. He had been walking downtown when he caught you and your ‘friends’ in an argument. God, what was it about again? Something about dating? You can’t remember. The screaming stopped when the two girls saw him tho. Seemingly stumped on the next insult to throw at you due to the presence of a hero. But that look he gave you. God, it was like he was looking at a kicked puppy. They apologized later, saying something that made you forgive them…. Why?

“He’s not like that-“

“Yeah whatever, we should go back inside. Oh and good luck on the date.”

later

Rain. When the hell had rain been in the forecast?! Even Bakugou had been caught off guard by the sudden storm- no more like a flood. You both had made it back to his apartment , his jacket slung over your head to try and delay the inevitable.

“Tch, stupid forecast. -Hey, I don’t think you’ll be getting too far tonight. They closed the roads due to the rain.” He scoffed. The notification had rung on your phone as well. The alert of possible flooding glared at you. “Some issue with a minor flood, you should just stay here.” He had smiled when he said that, grabbing the wet coat from your shivering shoulders. “Go shower, I’ll grab you some warmer, dry clothes.” He gestures to the guest room, a smile still warm on his face.

Time passed by, and the thought of your previous conversation with your coworkers had been  buried in your mind. Your main focus is just becoming warm again. Wrapped tightly in a towel, you opened the bathroom door, stepping back to the guest room. The guest room door was shut but a pile of neatly folded clothes laid at the bathroom door entrance. A little note left on top.

‘Mina usually sleeps here after a patrol or night out and leaves half her wardrobe here. But the crap she left this time is either covered in glitter, dirt, or smells like a mini bar. Hope these fit.’

The worn, well-loved, skull shirt stopped a bit below your waist. And the pair of baggy sweatpants barely hung onto your hips. The clothes must have been from his high school years because there would be no way his current stuff would fit you. It warmed your heart. You two weren’t too far into your relationship- he gave you clothes to ensure your comfort. Not suggest anything.

You padded your way out of the bathroom, finding Bakugou in the kitchen, already showered(he has two showers, one guest and one personal) and in hi’s pajamas- yeah he made an effort to make you comfortable because there definitely is no way his shirts would have fit.

“Ah! There you are-“

His voice slowed, and his eyes trailed your face. At that moment, the conversation from earlier came back to your mind. Fuck, you had no makeup on. Did he think you were ugly? Your fingers start to play with the hem of your shirt, nervous about the reaction. Would he leave you? Tell you this may not work out? Why wouldn’t he speak?!

Kay stared at you a minute longer before laughing. Full-on laughing.

“Kat-“

“you smudged half of it when taking it off.”

“W-what?”

“You’re makeup! Shit- You almost look like Mina!” He laughed, walking towards you. You stared at him dumbfounded, feeling somewhat embarrassed. But it felt like someone had taken their foot off your chest. The pressure dying.

He strode towards you, wrapping his hands around your thighs and hoisting you up. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist to steady yourself.

“Let’s go get this shit off of you dumbass. I may have some makeup wipes still from when Mina and Denki stayed over” he kissed your forehead before walking to the bathroom, still holding you. He sat you on the sink, talking to you about the time Mina and Denki slept over after a patrol and Mina left some of her makeup stuff here. He rumbled through his shelves till he found the bag, digging through the arrays of eyeliners and random products.

Your gaze fell to him, watching him move and grumble about ‘extras always leave their dumb shit here’ and ‘I’m not a fricken hotel’. You sniffled, then hiccuped, and then broke down. The fear of rejection finally leaves your body tired and emotional. Bakugou froze, his body spun around as he ran to you.

“TeddyBear what's wrong? Hey-hey breath!”

He rushed, hands cupped around your flushed cheeks.

“I thought- I thought you wouldn’t like me.” You hiccuped out. His eyes went wide, shock traced the lines of his face. “I didn’t believe them I-I said you wouldn’t care but they kept saying you-you would!” Your sniffling seems to kick up at your confession. Bakugou's clarity grew as he remembered his conversation with you in the past about your friends. Fucking extras. Then Mic, a month into your relationship, told him about what he had seen. Fuck, Bakugou wanted to kill them all. His heart ached. You had tried to stand up to those hyenas, for him.

“I ant leaving shit TeddyBear.” He whispered to you. Your teary eyes glanced up at him. “Hell, you’re gonna have to kill me to ever get me away from you.” His thumb rubbed circles on your cheeks. “I don’t give a shit what those bitches say. I ant leaving you.” A minute of mumbled words of love later, your tears and hiccups stopped. Your pfft eyes staring at him.

“I’m sorry-“

“Don’t. People you trust can take you down fast.” He spoke mournfully as if he could relate. “I don’t blame you for feeling hurt by those extras. My strong Teddy Bear stood up for me too.” He chuckled, pinching your thighs. You squealed.

“Katsuki!”

He laughed, “let's get this shit off you. I wanna see my pretty girl.”

It was later that night, your mind fading in and out of sleep.

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“You’re fucking beautiful. Don’t let those extras ever say otherwise.”

[monstersflashlight]

I love your writing especially since you focus on a chubby reader. Something I struggle with is finding lingerie that I'm comfortable with wearing, would it be alright to ask for a milf naga slow fucking a self conscious reader in some lingerie with praise?

Hi anon! I love chubby reader as a chubby woman myself, I totally get the feeling. I hope you like this one <3

When your naga girlfriend found you trying on new lingerie, you screamed and she tried to catch you before you locked yourself inside the bathroom. You didn’t want to talk about it, you felt all kinds of wrong in your own body, and lingerie was supposed to make you feel better, but sometimes it didn’t. Sometimes seeing your own reflection with your rolls and your stretch marks and everything else just made you feel… wrong. And you knew how much your girlfriend hated that.

When you finally left the bathroom, still wearing the lingerie, she was waiting, ready to pounce on you as soon as you crossed the threshold. And good lord if she did. She grabbed you by your middle and started groping every part of your body that made you feel-self conscious. Her touch and words were feral as she told you how hot you looked, how hard she wanted to fuck you when she saw you like that.

Her words made you feel a tiny little better, but as soon as she pushed you down to the mattress and started to kiss your soft tummy, you started to really feel it. Your own juices rapidly dampening the lace panties you were wearing, your nipples hard against the see-through fabric. And she… She was looking at you with every bit of hunger and desperation you could feel inside of you.

Her hands finally found your damp panties and when she used her claws you rip a hole right in the middle, you cried out, hot and bothered by the whole action. She kept telling you how good of a human you were, how pretty you looked and how happy she was to be with you. Her arms were still around your body and her tongue tasting your nipples when you felt her tail probing your entrance. You cried out as she pushed inside, so big and so hot it made your eyes roll back into your head.

She fucked you like a madman, her tail going in and out in an inhuman pace, your body jumping and your soft skin moving all around. You could have felt self-conscious, but the way she was looking at you, and praising you… She was trying to erase every single bad word somebody said about you even before. And she was slowly succeeding.

You came around her tail, and she told you how well you did, and you expected her to go away. But she didn’t. She curled her long body around yours and started finger-fucking your stretched hole until you were coming around her fingers, forcing you to say good things about yourself. You cried out as tears fell down your face, the emotional assault mixed with her fingers fucking you too much for your poor human body…

By the time she finished with you, the lingerie was torn, your pussy was stretched and used, and you felt better with yourself than you ever did before. She made you promise to model every single piece of lingerie you owned, so she could tell you how pretty you looked on every single piece. You knew it was a lie, she was probably going to tear all of them off your body… and you were okay with that.

[pyronormalsimplicity]

BOTW Stories Friends Mega-Prompt List

Just a list of head-canons and prompts for future chapters in BOTW Storied Friends and Champions. I’ll release this once I’m down with the work.

 - Mipha never smiles in paintings or photos because of her teeth. She’s aware of how “nightmarish” they look and although she accepts that fact, she’s still self-conscious of them and doesn’t like showing them off. Link doesn’t mind and actually finds them kind of cute, especially when she’s eating, but others find them disturbing.

 - I don’t plan on making Link sign outside of stealth battles, but I don’t plan on him being a completely mute character. Rather, he’ll only speak if spoken too, and will usually just nod, shake his head, shrug, or point if he doesn’t need to give a specific answer. When he does talk, he’ll usually say no more than a few sentences. Only Mipha is able to understand his silence and interpret his feelings, and he’s much more open around her.

 - Due to Link’s shy and quiet nature and Mipha’s introverted nature and her feeling self-conscious about her teeth, they often eat together, away from the group, which means everybody teases them about them being together. Of course, they tease them, but if only they knew the truth...

 - I know I said ships weren’t going to be a big part of this work, but I feel so bad for Mipha. She is probably my favorite character in BOTW next to Revali or Zelda, and she is by far one of the saddest. Not only will she outlive everyone she cares about, but she was robbed of her loved one and would have spent an eternity trapped in Ruta, and even AFTER you free her, she has no choice but to pass on. As such, my personal head-canon is as thus: Pre-calamity, she would have ended up with Link, but post-calamity, Link will end up with Zelda due to 2 factors: most of his memories prior his defeat was when he was guarding her and he would have the easiest time remembering the most recent memories, and Mipha’s no longer around. She’ll also want him to be happy and if that means being forgotten, so be it.

 - Since this work is mostly pre-calamity, there will be a lot more emphasis on Mipha x Link over Zelda x Link. I’ll do my best to cater to both sides, but ultimately, my heart lies with Mipha, but I do understand why some people will like the other.

 - Zelda eventually does catch feelings for Link, but is quick to realize that his heart lies with Mipha. That being said, Link will drop everything he’s doing to come and help her, which becomes a sour point in Link and Mipha’s relationship.

 - Mipha, aware she doesn’t have long with Link, relatively speaking, can get upset at him when he suddenly stops what he’s doing to help Zelda, though she usually understands why. She’s aware that he’s too dutiful and loyal, but wishes Link to spend a little bit more time with her. Link doesn’t realize this and tells her off for being too clingy, saying that “he needs space,” and she apologizes. Eventually, the two reconcile by Link promising to be with her after the Calamity has been sealed away and he returns the Sword to the Pedestal. Mipha apologizes for being overly clingy and they both promise to remain pure for each other’s sake.

 - Link usually doesn’t let Revali get to him much, but the one time Revali makes fun of him and tells him that he’ll be forgotten after the Calamity and that he’ll just be another one of Mipha’s many husbands in the history books, that’s when Link goes off, and they go at each other. It takes Urbosa and Daruk to pull Link off of Revali, and Zelda and Mipha has to shock Revali in the tail-feathers with a shock arrow to knock him out. While Link uncharacteristically sulks inside his tent, Mipha gently explains Link’s fears. It’s here that Zelda realizes Link suffers from the same anxiety she does, if not greater, while Urbosa and Daruk decide to hold authority and make the two apologize to each other. They do so, and after realizing that the two of them shared the same fears, they develop a mutual respect for each other. Chapter ends with Link audibly asking Revali if he preferred his food a certain way and Revali looking over at him and replying.

 - Gorons have no gender. They genuinely cannot understand the concept of male and female, and no matter how you explain it to them, they cannot understand the differences. They genuinely do not understand why, for instance, women want to sleep in a separate room from men. They can comprehend the concept that the shorter and more delicate Hylians want privacy, but don’t know why they want privacy.

 - Gorons don’t actually reproduce in the normal sense. While Zora and the Rito lay eggs, and Gerudo and Hylians give birth the traditional way, for the Gorons, new Gorons just sort of...show up. 

 - According to an old Goron legend, there were once four Gods. The God of Air, The Goddess of Water, the God of Earth, and the God of Fire. The four gods worked together to create the world. Earth, of course, shaped the earth. Water shaped the rivers and the oceans. Air shaped the air, but Fire? The Fire Goddess didn’t know what to do but saw how barren the land was. There was no life, no trees, no animals, no thing. Feeling sorry for the Fire God, the Earth God decided to help him by seeding the land with pockets. The Fire would breathe life into these pockets and that's how Gorons were made. They don’t really know how to explain the other races though, and most Gorons really aren’t the pious type. The legend is more of a fun story to pass around the campfire.

 - The point is, Goron’s don’t reproduce. They just sort of find a rock and the rock turns out to be a Goron. The Goron who finds the new Goron is known as its “father”

 - Similar to how human/Hylian women have periods every month or so, Zora females pass an unfertilized egg every year or so. Typically, the Zora mother would lay an egg in water for the father to fertilize, though it’s also not uncommon for the mother to be fertilized in the traditional way. Most people don’t actually know this, and since the Zora rarely elaborate, when Mipha reveals she needs a pool of water to lay an egg, the rest of the group almost strangle Link to death before Mipha explains the situation, mortified.

 - Hylians and Gerudo can eat anything except for rocks, making them the easiest to feed. The Rito diet usually consists of rice, fruits, seeds, grains, and ironically, poultry. Gorons, of course, eat rocks. Eating anything gives them a very bad case of indigestion. The Zora prefer raw fish and certain herbs.

 - On the other hand, Hylians and Gerudo can’t eat seeds/grains raw while the Rito can. Nobody can eat rocks except for Gorons. If a Rito eats chocolate, it’s almost instant death, hence why Revali avoids chocolate at all costs. In a similar vein, Zoras cannot ingest either chocolate or alcohol. Similar to Rito, ingesting chocolate results in near instant death, and alcohol causes the Zora to lose any sense of inhibition before their nervous system overloads and they have a heart attack. Rito can ingest alcohol, but only VERY little before they start to convulse, so most will avoid alcohol but are able to and will take a sip just to be polite. Gorons are immune to the effects of alcohol and can chug that shit all day.

 - Urbosa accidentally switches her drinking flask with Mipha’s and the Zora accidentally takes a swig. It’s just one sip but it was enough to turn her upside down. She becomes much more talkative, loud, and aggressive. With Link, she’s much more open about her feelings and starts blathering a lot. It’s only until Link and Zelda dunk her in a nearby pond and force her to expel the alcohol through her skin pores by pinching her tailfin and that she returns to her senses. Pinching a Zora’s tailfin to get them to expel liquids through their skin is the Zora equivalent of sticking a finger down someone’s throat to cause a gag reflex and make them throw up.

 - Gorons have an intense dislike of rain. According to them, it causes moss to grow on their rocky skin, which is painful to scrape off. As such, most Gorons avoid rain, though they’ll push through it if they have to.

 - The Zora needs their body to retain a certain amount of moisture. Like frogs, they don’t need to drink, they simply need to submerge their bodies in water and let their skin pores do the rest. Because of this, Mipha doesn’t “drink” in the normal sense. She simply pours her water flask over herself to “drink.” Zoras can ingest liquids normally though, but their ability to drink using their skin is both a boon and a curse. For example, since Mipha is a “freshwater Zora,” she cannot swim in salt water or else she will dehydrate incredibly quickly. Similarly, if the water is tainted by some sort of poison or chemical, she can get sick very easily. Most Zora have a natural resistance to poison because of evolution, but it’s something every Zora is aware of and tries to avoid

 - Zoras have hidden gills on their neck. They use gills underwater, but on the off-chance they accidentally swallow too much water while swimming, they have to force the water out of their lungs or else they’ll suffocate since their gills don’t work on land. Zora can also use echolocation underwater and can send out pulses strong enough for non-Zoras to feel if they’re in the same body of water together. Mipha likes teasing Link and Zelda like this, though only Zelda really gets surprised. Link’s too used to it

 - Environmental elixirs don’t work on Rito due to the fact that it only makes their skin resistant to heat, electricity, etc. The Ritos’ feathers apparently don’t count as being part of their skin, so if a Rito goes to Death Mountain, sure, he won’t be a KFC meal, but he won’t have any feathers either.

 - In a similar vein, electricity elixirs don’t work for Zora, due to their race naturally being incredibly weak against electricity. Also, if a Zora drinks a water-breathing potion for whatever reason, they’ll suffocate. 

 - Zelda is allergic to peanuts. That’s it. 

 - Link is allergic to cats, but despite this, he’ll still cuddle them if he can get the chance. I love cats too, and I’m allergic to them, so I’m reflecting that in him. He is supposed to be a blank slate, after all.

 - Revali’s favorite meal is poultry, to the shock of the other champions. He defends himself by saying that Zoras are basically fish with brains and they eat raw fish too, to which Mipha begrudgingly agrees. Urbosa says that’s different since the Rito are more closely related to their wild cousins than the Zora are to a common fish. Revali harrumphs. Zelda hypothesizes that it may be a result of evolution

 - The Zora lifecycle is unique. They begin life as an unfertilized egg before hatching and spending 3-4 years as a glorified tadpole. After sprouting arms and legs, they begin to develop lungs. By the time they’re 5-6, they’ll be able to walk, albeit clumsily on land. A Zora is considered an adult until they reach 55 Hylian years of age, or as a female-exclusive case, they develop their white scale.

 - People always say Zoras have scales, but I just can’t see it. Lizalfos have scales but we can visibly see them. A Zoras skin is much smoother, so I imagine it would be like a frog’s or dolphin’s skin, or like human skin that’s that’s always smooth and has no hair. The white scale refers to a patch of hardened enamel that female Zora have while growing up. Similar to how some insects have additional horns to use as an intimidation factor until they’re old enough to defend themselves, female Zora have a hardened ridge on their forehead or chest  that only grows up to a certain size before it falls off.

 - Zoras also have no bones, instead, they have cartilage. The only “bone” they have in their body is their teeth, but like real-life sharks, they can easily go through more than a hundred teeth in a week, though most of the time, their teeth “shedding” is barely noticeable.

 - The only noticeable exception to this is Mipha because of her royal blood. Unlike most Zoras, who have very noticeable and pointy teeth, Mipha’s teeth are rather small and inconspicuous (except when she willingly shows them), but she still has a large number of teeth, more than the average Zora due to the fact her teeth aren’t as sharp so she needs more. Still, the fact that she has hundreds of teeth in her mouth is enough to drive off most unwanted advances.

 - Sidon is more average when it comes to teeth count, though his teeth are much sharper.

 - Do NOT spill any blood when you’re in the water with Mipha or Sidon. Due to the fact that the royal bloodline is mostly pure, they’re more shark-like than most other Zoras. As such, Sidon and especially Mipha are liable to give your leg a light nip. I know Mipha’s design was based on the pacifist nurse shark, but i thought it was cute/horrifiyng that the normally docile healer would go into a feeding frenzy when tasting blood

- Don’t make her personality change completely though. She’s still very shy and very sweet, and most of the time if she’s in the water and she tastes blood, she’s able to suppress her urges and look around to make sure the bleeding person is alright. Still, the change in demeanor is much more noticeable.

 - As an example, even though she may have just eaten, if she tastes blood, she might suddenly feel hungry again even if she physically can’t eat anymore. Her senses will also be heightened, especially her sight underwater. A similar example would be a human undergoing an adrenaline rush, but to a much smaller degree. She just feels hungry again and moves a little quicker, but not by much.

 - I know sharks don’t actually get off to the smell of blood but rather the amino acids that happen to be in blood and they can choose whether or not they want to pursue, but give me some freedom here.

 - She does give Link playful bites under the guise of “every Zora shows their affection this way” when she can get away with it, though she’s quick to heal them to avoid arousing suspicion, though there is a time where she gives him a playful lovebite after they officially decide that they’re courting, but that’s super far into the story

 - Zoras actually show affection by touching foreheads and touching the other Zora’s tailfin, but since Link doesn’t have a tailfin, she settles for biting, which in Zora culture, usually means the other kind of romance, but nobody needs to know that.

 - Besides biting, Mipha shows her affection to Link in a much more normal way by touching foreheads and letting him touch her tailfin. They don’t kiss though, at least not with tongue. That’s dangerous.

 - They probably won’t kiss in story but that’s just to make my headcanon of ZoraxHylian biology much more comprehensive

 - Revali usually eats normally around people, but when he can get away with it, he prefers eating seeds and other small food items by pecking.

- Urbosa likes to tease Revali whenever she can, but the only person who can criticize Revali out of spite and really hurt him is Zelda. Revali may deny it, but he feels sorry for her and genuinely wants her to succeed. He sees himself in her and wants to help her. It’s just the fact that he talks too much like her father at times that holds him back, but the few times he has an honest heart-to-heart with her, he helps her the most out of anybody except for possibly Link and Urbosa.

 - Like I said, since this is pre-Calamity, I’m more focused on Mipha spending as much time together with Link because we all know she got robbed in canon, but Zelda will be with Link most of the time between chapters.

 - Most of the champions enjoy having Link around except for maybe Revali, but the one time Link does get angry is when Urbosa tries to cook and ends up burning water. He really lets her know it by giving her the silent silence. This is taking inspiration from EbonyMcCloud’s own works where Link is calm about most things but can go berserk when someone fucks with his food

 - Like Mipha, Revali usually avoids smiling in paintings, but that’s because he physically can’t. He has no teeth and as such, he is unable to eat large size foods. He has to have them cut down to size which is why he prefers poultry and seeds. His version of a smile is to lift the muscles on the edges of his beak in an attempt at emulating a Hylian smile. A true Rito smile though is when they whistle.

 - A Zora’s tailfin is very sensitive. My headcanon is that a Zora’s tailfin is made up of mostly fatty tissue and fluids that allow a Zora to use echolocation/sonar underwater. And since Zora’s have no visible ears with eardrums, this tailfin is also responsible for allowing them to keep their balance on land. Injury to the tailfin can result in loss of motor control.

 - Did some research. Fish actually have ears, but they’re on the inside. Headcanon still stands. The Zora tailfin allows them to use echolocation underwater and keep their balance on land. Don’t know if that checks out biologically or anatomically, but I’m rolling with it. I’m a writer, not a bio nerd.

 - Gorons are made of stone through and through. Gorons have a reputation for being one of the fiercest warriors due to the fact that their natural armor is their rock skin. Not rock-hard skin. Their skin is literally made of rocks. In fact, they’re made up of rocks through and through, but these rocks also have a biological component. A Goron heart can do everything a human heart can, but the tissues are made of an incredibly durable, rock-like tissue.

 - Most weapons simply scrape harmlessly off a Goron’s skin, especially their rocky backsides, but tools such as picks can cause severe internal damage. Due to their anatomy being so different and difficult to research and examine, there are no doctors for Gorons. They can offer massages and the likes, but if a Goron needs internal surgery, he’s as good as dead.

 - Rito bones are more brittle than Hylian or Gerudo, and much more brittle than the Goron’s. This is due to the fact that they need to fly and as such, their bones are hollow. Makes sense.

 - Zora have no bones. Their bodies have a “skeleton” made up of cartilage, allowing them to be surprisingly flexible and agile. The only “hard” part of their body is their teeth, which, as previously mentioned, they can continuously shed and grow more of.

 - In this world, when someone dies, they become a spirit and go to the great beyond. But those who die a violent death or carry significant regrets from their past lives are trapped in the physical world until their debt is settled or they are released.

 - When a Champion bonds with their Divine Beast and commands it to move, this is because they leave part of their soul in the Divine Beast. When Ganon corrupts the beast and kills them, because their soul is still tied to the beast, they’re trapped and can’t move onto the afterlife

 - Mipha dies (not a fun concept to think about) carrying significant regret and fear. She regrets not being there for Link and regrets not being able to keep her promise to her father and brother. She dies afraid because she’s the only one who’s consciously aware that she’s trapped because her spirit is trapped in Ruta, and because unlike the other Champions who don’t know how long a century is, she is VERY aware of how long a century is and is afraid of being stuck as a spirit forever. For a race who can have long memories, the thought of being trapped by your mind and unable to do anything is horrifying.

 - Mipha also dies wishing Link was by her side, if only to comfort her and so she can see him safe and alive one last time.

 - Daruk dies regretting not being able to protect Hyrule and it’s people.

 - Revali dies but wants revenge on Windblight Ganon for cheating. He believs the only reason he was defeated was because the blight killed him while he was distracted. He turns his jealousy and disbelief into hate and as such, he is the only champion whose main motive for being trapped as a spirit is revenge. He does regret not leaving a big enough mark on history and not having a legacy, though this is normal for a spirit.

 - Urbosa dies but accepts her defeat, even if she doesn’t like how she was defeated. Her only regret is not being able to be there for Zelda, but like Revali, this is normal. She actually has the ability to move onto the spirit world if it weren’t for the fact her soul is inside of Naboris, but her sheer sense of honor and duty is what’s keeping her back. She literally won’t die until her duty is completed one way or another, and she is the only Champion like this. She harbors some thoughts of revenge on Ganon for taking the form of a Gerudo in the past, but this is a part of her character and not an obsession for revenge.

 - All of the Champions die with regrets, unfulfilled debts, or thoughts of revenge, but they all die violently. I shall now list them

 - NSFW - Mipha is caught offguard by the appearance of Sidon, but when she touches his cheek, it turns out that the Sidon was a fake made of malice. Waterblight manages to stab her through her wrist before she’s able to react. Mipha doesn’t last long after that, especially since her weapon requires too hands to use effectively, the Malice spreading throughout her body is poisoning her. She’s the only champion to die regardless if the blights are defeated or not. She dies when she’s impaled against the wall by Waterblight Ganon. While impaled, she starts crying due to her fear and pain. Waterblight creates a cocoon of water using her tears and whatever water he can extract from her body without outright killing her, laces it with Malice, and traps her inside. Since Zoras drink through their skin and Waterblight Ganon extracts whater from her skin, she’s effectively dying of thirst as well. Because she’s breathing literal poison while inside the cocoon, she starts to suffocate. Before she dies, Mipha’s last words are “Link,” and her last action is to shed a single, pure tear that Malice is unable to poison for whatever reason, and touch the bracelet Link gave her before Waterblight completely fucks her body. Think of throwing her body around until limbs start to tear. Mipha just has to watch in horror as her body is desecrated.

- The tear doesn't mix well with the malice-water and normal water, like oil and water in a container. It eventually crystallizes and is made into a necklace by Link 100 years later after Mipha gives it to him in her spirit form. It’s supposed to be a physical representation of her love for him and is shaped in a heart. Think Yui from SAO. It gives off a bright glow.

 - NSFW - Revali is the other Champion next to Urbosa who is able to almost defeat his nemesis, but when he sees how the other Divine Beasts have been compromised, he panics, and in that one moment of panic, he goes down. He’s shot out of the air. He dies of internal bleeding after a broken ribcage pierces his heart and lungs. He doesn’t go down easy though, and manages to get to his feet before he takes a fully-powered energy blast through his abdomen for Windblight Ganon to put down the champion. Think star-wars lightsaber style puncture wound. You can see through him. For good measure, Windblight blows apart his head, sending viscera everywhere. Winbdblight’s utter lack of respect for his body causes Revali to feel no small amount of pure rage and is one of the reasons why he is so fixated on revenge.

 - NSFW - Daruk is partially submerged in lava, but before the lava does him in, Fireblight Ganon finishes him off by hitting Daruk hard enough to crack him in half. The more injured a Goron is, the more they start to crack, and in this case, Fireblight cracks him cleanly in half. Daruk tries to hold him off by literally holding Fireblight’s weapon back, but he eventually weakens enough before Fireblight strikes him again, shattering him. He then celebrates by digging around in Daruk’s body for minerals before casually tossing his remains off of Rudania into the lava.

 - NSFW - Urbosa is the only one to be on guard when the Divne Beast is compromised and forces her nemesis to actually run and hide. While hunting it down in Naboris, she is taken by surprise by being stabbed in the back. Despite the grievous wound, she manages to hold her own and even manages to almost defeat Thunderblight but is literally disarmed. As she clutches her arm, Thunderblight runs a fuckton of electricity through her, killing her instantly. Unlike the other champions, whose body is destroyed before they actually die, Urbosa just dies outright. Thunderblight evidently wasn’t planning on this since it’s the only one to not desacrate her body after death but instead elects to leave it on the floor. In Gerudo customs, it is respectful to immediately cover the body, but it just leaves it there. Not out of malice or spite, but because it genuinely doesn’t know what to do with it, and Urbosa is furious. 

In other words...

Panicked...an agile bird struggling to fly before being shot out of the air. 

Foreboding...an unmoving warrior of stone tumbling into a dark inferno. 

Disgusted...an honorable warrior struck down by a cowardly foe. 

Sickened...a kind aquatic princess left to drown in her own tears.

 - Mipha is the first to fall. Not only was she taken completely by surprise, but she’s possibly the weakest of al the Champions in terms of raw fighting power.

 - Daruk is the second to fall.

 - Urbosa is the third to fall, but her “battle” takes hours instead of minutes.

 - Revali is the last to fall, but his battle takes hours and he is almost able to defeat his nemesis until he’s distracted by the fact that the other Divine Beasts are setting out cries of help

 - Right. Every Divine Beast Dungeon theme has a faint SOS in the background. This is a call that means in canon “Save our souls.” The Divine Beasts are crying not just for help, but for someone to free their souls. Their pilots souls. Literally, however, it’s just another distress signal that means “Somethings not right, may need help”

 - Every Divine Beast also has a faint SAD in the background. SAD stands for “search and destroy.” In other words, when the blights compromise the divine beasts, they are searching and trying destroy their pilot’s souls.

 - Every single champion has some warning, however. They see some malice fly into the Divine Beast while they’re trying to prepare themselves for battle. The blights make quick work of overriding the divine beasts systems and traps the champions inside. Concerned, each of the champions decide to send out a distress signal (the SOS_ before the blight makes their appearance.

 - The only exception is Revali. Due to Medoh’s architecture, he’s not trapped inside and is free to leave if he so chooses. He only sends the SOS while he’s fighting Windblight and realizes that victory will be no small thing, so he swallows his pride and makes the call, only to realize that the other divine beasts are sending the same signal. That moment of surprise is what allows the blight to strike a blow. While he’s fighting, they’re up high enough for Revali to see what has become of the other Divine Beasts and panics. etc etc.

-  Urbosa’s body is the only one Link stumbles upon 100 years later. Daruk’s remains were incinerated. Revali’s was most likely eaten by scavengers or blown off by the wind. Mipha’s remains are...everywhere. Some are in the bottom of the water pits in Ruta. Others are at the bottom of the lake. And others still are just...nowhere to be found.

- a really fucked up concept would be Link finding some frozen meat. That meat is Revali, you foodie. dont eat it. (not going to put this in but what if?)

 - King Dorephan cares deeply for his daughter and tries to keep her as safe as possible. One method he uses is to remind her that since she’s only 47 at the oldest, she’s still not considered an adult by Zora standards, which is 55 hylian years. She counters this by saying that her white scale has already been shed so she was considered an adult. Sometimes Dorephan wishes his daughter wasn’t so gifted, but those thoughts rarely stay

 - Mipha keeps her white scale in a locket before giving it to Link. She tells him its just a symbol of their friendship, but both of them know each others feelings for each other.

 - Urbosa is the heaviest drinker. When she gets drunk, she usually passes out or starts doing dumb shit but somehow manages to pull them off. Think r/holdmycosmos but she actually manages to hit a bullseye on a dartboard from 15 meters away.

 - Daruk can’t get drunk, Goron biology is so bizarre and alien that alcohol straight up doesn’t effect him.

 - Revali becomes much louder but much nicer, actually willing to give out compliments

 - Link just gets tired when he’s drunk. He never drinks usually, but the once time he gets drunk, he passes out really hard

 - Zelda doesn’t drink

 - Mipha has already been discussed.

 - Whenever Revali starts picking a fight with Link, Daruk either breaks them up or just sits really far away if he’s really annoyed by their argument. Urbosa is also responsible for breaking them up,

 - Whenver Link and Revali argue, it’s usually along the lines of Revali trying to coax a reaction out of Link, Link replies with something calm or a one word answer, and Revali loses it

 - Mipha avoids the argument whenever she can

 - Link secretly wishes that he wasn’t the Chosen Hero since he’s aware that he’s been afflicted with the Curse of the Hero. Despite wishing that he was never chosen, he’s still proud to be a champion and will carry out his duty regardless.

 - During one of Revali and Link’s more heated arguments, Link finally lashes out when Revali accuses him that Link was lazy and didn’t have to work as hard as the other champions, that all he had to do was carry around a sword. In response. Link simply unstraps the sword from his back and asks Revali to take hold of the blade

 He foolishly accepts

 - If the Master Sword is touched by anyone other than its wielder or those who possess the blood of Hylia, they witness ALL of the memories of its past wielders before the sword drains their energy and burns their hand; a harsh consequence for even thinking one could casually possess the power of the goddess

 Revali is shaken, of course, and realizes that Link’s task was no easier than his. Arguably harder

“You...I...do you see their memories too?” Revali asked, his voice hollow.

Link nodded silently. “Every night.”

Canonically, the main reason Link doesn’t need a lot of sleep is because he’s trained his body to run on less than 3-4 hours of sleep because he’s unable to stand all the memories. Revali is shaken by the fact that his nemesis is plagued with such troubles and asks why he just can’t get rid of the sword.

Link replies that he’s tried to, but he just can’t. His sense of duty is too powerful. He’ll suffer the nightmares and memories if it means completing his duty, and Revali can’t help but feel impressed by his loyalty and determination.

Urbosa asks for a try since she’s also curious about these memories and wants to see if the myths of Ganon being a gerudo are true. Link doesn’t let her, telling her that it would be the biggest mistake of her life and that Ganon did indeed take the form of a Gerudo. The others ask Zelda if she has these memories too but she shakes her head. Only the chosen hero and inherit the experiences and memories of his past. Daruk doesn’t care but Mipha cries later that night for Link.

 - I believe that Link has always been a formidable swordsman, but after taking on the master sword, his skill increases tenfold. Not only does he have his training, but he gains access to the hidden skills from TP, all the tiger scrolls from Oracle, etc. He’s a monster. The only reason he was defeated was through sheer numbers and being distracted by his charge

- Link’s worst nightmare/memory are the ones where the Hero of Time is defeated by Ganon in OoT, Majora’s mask, and the Hero of Time’s death.

- The Hero of Time dies when he’s traveling through the lost woods to find Navi again, but because he’s an adult and is no loner “pure of heart” due to his past, he is unable to find Kokiri Forest. He’s caught off-guard by skull kid from Majora’s mask. Skull Kid, realizing his mistake too late, holds him as he passes.

 - Revali’s dislike of Link stems from the fact that Link is somehow more important simply by virtue of wielding the Master Sword. Revali hates it when people purposely try to downplay their achievements for false modesty because the way he sees it, if you’ve earned the right to brag, you have EVERY right to brag. Link doesn’t brag, which Revali sees as him trying to be falsely modest, which pisses him off

 - Don’t call Zoras fish-face, fish breath, seaweed brain, etc.

 - Don’t call Ritos birdbrains, feathers, etc.

 - Don’t call Gerudo’s ni--

 - Hylians have probably heard of every insult so they don’t really care. 

 - Gorons are too friendly to be insulted.

 - Urbosa likes to call Revali “feathers” or “ravioli” just to fuck with him

 - Revali has a bunch of nicknames for everyone he uses when he gets really angry 

 - Every race speaks in a different dialect, though only the Gorons and Hylians don’t have their own specific language. The Gerudo can obviously speak Gerudo. Rito can use song notes or whistles to communicate, though this is outdated and it’s much easier to speak Common anyways. The Zora can communicate with each almost telepathically underwater due to their sonar, but this skill is useless on land. Since only the Zora can survive underwater long enough and they’re the only ones who can even use sonar, it’s not that big of a deal. Gorons and Hylians communicate the normal way.

 - The royal family of Hyrule speaks with a faux almost-British accent. Gorons are a lot more casual. Gerudo have a slight accent. Zora have a British accent as well, with rising tones and musical voices.

 - Rito flirt by spreading their wings and showing off their plumage, which usually only works on other Rito.

 - A Zora’s erogenous zones are right under the fins on the sides of their head and right where their tailfin is attached to their head. A Zora blushes when the white part of their body turns pinkish, and since a lot of Mipha’s body is mostly white, when she does blush, her entire body turns pink.

 - Every single champion has a fatal flaw and a redeeming trait.

Zelda: Self-confidence / Unparalleled intelligence 

Link: Extreme loyalty / Loyalty and duty

Revali: Holds grudges / Incredible determination

Daruk: May have trouble going against his morals / Strong morals

Urbosa: Pride and stubbornness / Devotion to friends

Mipha: Self-confidence / Endless kindness

Zelda suffers from depression and extreme anxiety as a result of her father’s abuse. She constantly second-guesses herself and tends to overthink a lot, but in the rare moments where she is fully confident in herself, there is none who can outthink her.

Link’s most trademark personality trait is his intense sense of duty. While this is good in some aspects, such as never balking or fleeing from a battle unless his duties require him to, it also means he will do everything in his power to fulfill that duty or die trying. 

As established, Revali’s personality is dominated by his arrogance and skill with the bow, but I believe that’s more an aspect of his personality than his actual flaw. His flaw is that he holds grudges. He can be incredibly petty at times. He can and will go out of his way to shit-talk anybody who has wronged him and since his skills as an archer is unparalleled, there are few people who can avoid him for long. This mindset is inherently toxic and I’m drawing from my own experiences to draw him like this. On the flipside, however, his determination is unmatched. Out of all the other Champions, he is the one who’ll push the hardest to get to the end goal. Granted, it may be because of his willingness to hold grudges, but it is undeniable that he holds a strong sense of justice and respect.

Daruk is a gentle giant. He doesn’t fight for himself, nor does he particularly like fighting. He prefers to protect others, especially if they are weaker than him. This mindset has led to him becoming one of the kindest members of the group, not to mention the most genuine, but this also means he has trouble letting go of his morals to do what must be done. In contrast with Link, who would sacrifice all in the name of duty, Daruk would sacrifice his duty to save all, even if that duty would lead to the ultimate salvation of all. He’s like Percy Jackson in a way, where he can’t sacrifice people for himself.

Urbosa is most like me. She upholds a strict code of honor. If she chooses to duel someone, she will only do so in a 1v1 and will take steps to limit herself or strengthen her opponent to give them a fair fight. She won’t attack an enemy unless they are also ready to attack her, and she generally abhores sneak attacks, preferring to fight her enemies head-on. This is similiar to my own code of honor in MGE and duels in TF2. If I’m going to fight you, I’ll make it fair for both of us. Unfortunately, this also means she often limits herself for an arbitrary reason. There have been multiple times where the group could have done better had she gone all out but refused to in order to give their foes a “fair fight.” Her pride is also an issue. She is incredibly stubborn if she believes she is right. Granted, she’s open to criticism and will admit when she is wrong and will go along with other plans if she feels they’re better than hers, but if she’s convinced that Plan A will work, she will defend Plan A’s viability even if a better plan comes up.

The Zora equivalent of a bra is a neck brace to help their necks deal with the weight of their tailfin. The older they get, the stronger their necks become due to them getting more used to the weight

i.e. Mipha may wear one but Sidon doesn't during the events of BOTW. 18 y/o vs fully grown adult

[liqdrababbles]

(the actual focus of this post is Nepeta, but I'll mark this under "troll biology" because my headcanon extends to all wigglers)

(important note: actually, the most possible theory is that Nepeta's tail is a fake one / a costume / part of an animal she previously killed, since it's not seen in her dream self and because of how its color matches her cat hat -made with the pelt of one of her prey-... but I'll totally ignore this and go for a biological explanation because fuck yeah science)

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There has always been a debate about whether Nepeta's tail is a fake one (costume), a prosthetic one (built by Equius), or a real real troll tail. I didn't had a theory of my own about this... but a few weeks ago I was looking at pictures of caterpillars and trying to draw wigglers / grubs... and this idea just hit my brain:

Nepeta's tail is a real one (like, biologically it is part of her body)... and is covered in setae, the insect version of "hairs". 

The word "hair" is incorrect when applied to insects (and trolls are an insect-like alien species, they have many characteristics similar to irl arthropods) because hairs are morphologically different from setae and are considered a characteristic of mammals and not arthropods. I usually use "hair" when I talk about the trolls in Homestuck just because it's a much better known term and people can tell right away what I mean, and I also think the setae on the trolls' heads have evolved in a way that its structure is relatively similar to human hair... but not identical.

But well, going back to Nepeta:

Perhaps it is a vestigial (but abnormally elongated, a mutation) body part, previously fully functional (normal) in her larval / wiggler phase, where she possibly had some urticating setae too (modified setae with venomous spines). This can be seen irl in many hairy caterpillars whose bodies are covered with urticating setae.

I think ALL troll wigglers (not just Nepeta) have their body covered with small setae, and there are 3 areas that stand out regarding the concentration and length of these, especially the urticating ones: the head (initial troll hair), the "back" (dorsal side) and the "tail" (which is just the final part of the abdomen). These 3 areas are usually the most susceptible to direct/frontal type attacks, and surprise attacks from above or behind, so it is logical that these are the most protected.

Some of these setae have defensive functions (venom. On contact with them, the predator would experience itching, inflammation, burning sensation and pain), others have secretory functions (pheromones, chemicals that allow a wiggler to attract a lusus and modify their behavior so that they sees the young troll as a creature to be cared for and defended), and other simpler setae just have basic mechanoreceptive functions. Lusii and other trolls would be immune to wiggler venom.

Normally, trolls lose this "hairy tail" during metamorphosis, but in Nepeta's case it was retained and became longer while her body grew, coincidentally looking a bit like a cat's tail. I don't think her tail is still dangerous after her metamorphosis, but perhaps some of the setae still produce very very smaaaall amounts of venom, so it's best not to touch it (perhaps it causes just a temporal slight itch on the skin. It's not a problem for other trolls, but surely for human skin).

[creampill]

Thinking about the human hybrid versions of the animatronics for the high school au so here’s some shit about that

HUMAN-HYBRID GLAMROCKS HEADCANNONS

FREDDY

- he’s got freckles, no doubt about it. They’re sprinkled all over his face and body :)

- got fluffy, curly brown hair that looks perfect for ruffling

- his eyes are blue, and he’s got that kinda warm beige colour skin that looks like it’d taste like honey

- he’s always a little bit flushed in the face, he’s got that cute boy red cheeks syndrome

- for his hybrid parts, he’s a lot taller and broader than a regular human kid, build like… well, a bear. He has sharper canines than usual and, on his chest, a birthmark that looks vaguely like a lighting bolt

- He has lil ears that, like in the game, wiggle when he does certain things. They’re sensitive to touch and also get warm when he blushes

- he also has a liddle tail :)) Monty puts bows on it as a prank sometimes

MONTY

- this man is a poc of colour, that’s fact.

- he’s got red hair that he probably dyes ofc, and he probably buzzed his mohawk himself for the first time as a dare and now likes it

- he hides his red eyes behind his sunglasses because he’s self conscious :((

- this man is BUILT, but unlike Freddy who’s solid kinda strong this man is more the lean kinda strong. He’s still size comparable to Freddy but he’s got more noticeable muscles and a swimmer’s physique

- veery slightly shorter than Freddy but he wears shoes that give him an inch lol

- he has a tail :) it wags when he gets happy

- TEETH TEETH TEETH TEETH BIG POINTY TEETH

- his tongue is slit hwhehehe

- unlike Freddy who finds it embarrassing and won’t, Monty will openly snarl and growl to intimidate/seduce people because he’s a feral mf

- the spots on his body in his normal design are little scales on his human skin

ROXY

- wolf girl wolf girl wolf girl wolf girl

- she’s mixed, she’s got darker skin and her hair is the puffy kinda curly

- like Monty, she dyes some of her hair, specifically her one green streak

- WOLF GIRL EARSSSSS YUHHHH she pierced them herself :), she’s got a tail that also wags like monty’s, and she growls n shit as well aha

- she doesn’t shave, deal with it. body hair is not something she cares about

- she pants when she gets tired :) puppy

- her nails are always pointy and they grow fast, she’s scratched many things due to this

- she’s got them muscles…. Oh… strong woman strong arms, buff n shit, she works out ;)

- again she has big teeth, chompers

CHICA

- she’s a white girl, we love her

- her hybrid-ness is a lot less visible than everybody else’s

- there are little feathers growing through her hair and they shed sometimes, she collects them

- she LOVES fashion and makeup and does her own a bunch

- she’s vegetarian :)

- sometimes she makes little squawking noises when surprised and cooes like a dove when happy :)

- TOOTH GAP

- she’s blonde, but so light it looks almost white. It’s wavy and she has it short on the bottom

- here eyes are also blue but hers are more ice blue than saturated blue compared to freddy’s

- roxy helped her dye her hair pink :)

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Morning Routine (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part Two

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Seeing an advertisement online in need of a camera handler, Wooyoung jumps at the opportunity, not knowing his employer is a renowned camgirl.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Exhibitionism, voyeurism, nude taping, masturbating in shower, breast play, a rather tamed smut

Taglist: @seacottons @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @deja-vux @yunhofingers @little-precious-baby @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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"Wanted: Experienced photographer/Camera Operator for personal/private filming. If interested, please contact number below for more information or details. Students majoring in said field are welcomed to apply. 19+ only."

Seeing the advertisement, Wooyoung's eyes popped up. Usually most jobs wouldn't even allow people without a degree or years of experience. And it would be perfect practice that didn't include boring or basic projects his professor would often assign, not to mention a little extra money would come in handy.

Not thinking twice about it, he quickly dialed the phone number listed and waited patiently as it rang. It took a while, but eventually someone on the other side picked up.

"Hello?" He discerned that it was a young female's tone.

"Hi! I was calling about the advertisement for a camera man?" He inquired.

"Are you 19 or over?" She immediately asked for his age, which slightly confused him. But thinking about it, he kinda understood why she might want someone older. After all, teenagers weren't exactly reliable or responsible when it came to taking on a job. She probably wanted to avoid them dipping out on her randomly.

"I'm 21 and very serious in my work." He assured her, already making it clear his intentions to be committed to the job she was offering.

"Hmm...I take it you probably haven't had a lot of experience outside of college right?"

Wooyoung slightly gulped as she discerned correctly. But she did say students were welcomed to apply and he was fairly confident in his skills.

"N-no but I can assure you that I'll work hard and meet your expectations."

There was a deep and defeaning silence that had Wooyoung worrying. He could already feel her hesitation to hire him or give him a chance. He was so worked up on being rejected once more that the slight giggle that ensued after that pause momentarily confused him.

"I like your attitude and drive already. What did you say your name was?" She asked.

"Jung Wooyoung." He answered right away.

"Well Wooyoung, how soon can you start?"

His mood lightened up quite significantly at hearing her say those words.

"If you'd like, I can come over to the location you wish after I get done with my classes tomorrow." He offered.

"All right, just one thing....... do you think you'd be able to stay over at my place for a few nights?"

Although he thought it was a rather unusual request, he didn't put too much thought, especially since someone was offering him a chance to actually have some work.

"Um.. of course."

Unbeknownst to him, the woman on the other side had her lips curling up into a smirk.

"Wonderful. I look forward to seeing you real soon Wooyoung."

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Checking the direction that was sent to him, Wooyoung looked at the corresponding number on the front door to make sure it was indeed where he needed to be. Adjusting the bag that was hanging by his shoulders, he slowly walked up to the vintage style house and rang the doorbell. Hearing the soft patter of footsteps coming from inside, Wooyoung mentally prepared himself to see a middle aged lady carrying a Siamese cat as soon as the door opened. But he was not prepared by the sight awaiting him. Indeed there was a cat in the arms of the figure in front of him, although it was a Persian cat and not a Siamese, but that wasn't the most surprising factor. What shocked him was to see a very young woman near his age be the one holding the cat in her arms, her face illuminated by the warm smile she was donning.

"You must be Wooyoung. I'm Y/N." She extended her hand out towards him, prompting the feline in her grasp to shuffle around and climb part of its body on her shoulder. Judging by the slight crinkle of her nose, Wooyoung guessed the cat probably clung its claws into their master's skin.

"Yes I am. It's a pleasure to meet you. I promise you won't regret hiring me." Taking hold of her hand, he gave it a firm shake while his face radiated the most reassuring smile he could make.

"Oh trust me, I don't think I'm going to." Her lips formed a rather curious smirk that slightly baffled him.

She gestured for him to step inside, which he immediately did as he tried to ignore the slight hissing the Persian cat gave him when his shoulder barely made contact against its swaying tail.

"Baby stop. He's going to be around for a while so be on your best behavior." She chastised her cat as she closed the door.

Y/N let out a soft 'hmph' when the cat suddenly jumped out of her arms and ran over to where Wooyoung was standing. He got stiff and held his breath when the cat pressed her nose on his leg and began sniffing him. Pulling back, she licked her lips and then scurried off somewhere in the other part of the house.

"Well we know for sure she doesn't dislike you." Y/N chuckled slightly.

"But I take it she doesn't like me?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow.

"She's a cat, it'll take time for her to get used to you, that's all."

Shrugging softly, Y/N walked over to the kitchen and started taking out a few cups and saucers from the cupboard.

"I was brewing tea before you got here, would you like to share a cup with me?" Removing it from the stove top, she held up the elegant teapot to him after she finished her question.

"Oh, thank you." He gladly accepted her gesture.

Noticing him standing there awkwardly, Y/N pointed to one of the chairs surrounding the kitchen island.

"Wooyoung don't be too tense and just make yourself comfortable. After all, you're going to be staying with me for a few days."

Her words reminded him about that particular part of the job, that still felt odd to him and he was very curious to find out why she needed him to stay over with her.

"So.... can I ask what exactly is this project you're hiring me for that requires me to stay here?" He asked as he pulled a chair forward so he could sit on it.

"Oh yes, I thought you'd probably ask me about that since it is rather unusual."

She paused briefly so she could properly pour the tea into the cups, the rich aroma filling the atmosphere with its notes of chamomile and lemon. After sliding a cup over to him, she turned behind her to grab a tray that contained sugar cubes, honey, steamed milk and a few lemon wedges, all in different saucers or dishes that matched the tea set that they were currently drinking in. The cute floral design amused Wooyoung slightly. He could tell Y/N seemed to have a thing for classy and vintage style aesthetic, her house and the things inside was a major clue to it.

Pouring a tiny teaspoon of honey and some milk in her tea, Y/N carefully stirred them in the cup before finally answering the question Wooyoung had been pondering over.

"Well to make a long story short, I wish to film an everyday vlog for my....channel." Lifting the cup to her face, she gently blew on it before taking small sips out of it.

"Channel? Like for YouTube or like that?" Wooyoung himself started drinking his own cup of tea, preferring not to add anything to it since he liked straight tea as it was.

"Yeah something like that. But basically, I wanted to show my viewers how I live and what not. Show them what I do inside my home that they hadn't seen before. For example, I wanted you to stay over because I wanted to film my morning routine. I want to capture every move I make from the moment I wake up to when I get ready to start my day. Am I making sense?" She worried she was probably confusing Wooyoung even further, but he was actually not. It had become a popular trend this day to document a person's morning routine for people to see.

"Yes you are, no worries. Now I understand why you needed me to stay over." The smile he had was half covered by the cup that was brought back over to his lips.

"I mean if you're uncomfortable by it or would rather not, I completely understand."

Wooyoung quickly dismissed her worries, shaking his head as he cleared his throat.

"Trust me, I'm not uncomfortable and I'd love to help you in your project. It'll help me out as well, you know, gain experience and have someone to put as a reference if I ever want to get another job."

Y/N giggled softly at that and nodded.

"Ahh yes. I guess if you look at it from that angle, of course you would accept."

They spent a few minutes in a serene and tranquil silence, the only noises heard was the sipping of their lips against the rim of their cups. Wooyoung tried not to notice the way Y/N would occasionally stare intently to him, a slightly curious grin on her face at times. It wasn't that it made him uncomfortable, but it certainly made him self conscious, especially since he put a lot of effort into looking as presentable as possible. Did she perhaps thought it was too much? Or not enough? Or was it because she thought he looked funny? Whatever it was he got no chance to ask about it since he only opened his mouth to let out a sharp yell when he felt a certain feline's claws tangled themselves on his thigh, the sharpness of her claws even sinking into his skin.

"Baby!" Y/N got up from her seat and quickly removed the paws of her cat off her guest. She looked extremely embarrased as she apologized profusely before shooing the cat off to another room.

"I'm sorry. She tends to get a bit aggressive when trying to play. She didn't hurt you too much right?"

Dropping down on her knees in front of him, Y/N gently examined the damage done: a slight tear in his jeans but no visible signs of a deep scratch or anything.

"N-no it's fine, I'm fine." Wooyoung uttered.

He tried so hard not to blush at the position she was currently in. On her knees, between his legs as one of her hands caressed the attacked spot in an effort to soothe the pain. Wooyoung wanted to smack himself right then and there for the dirty picture his brain had imagined about the semi stranger in front of him, and his cheeks started to produce a pink hue when his body involuntarily started making a visible effect of his reaction to her stance by him in between his legs. He gulped as he realized she would be able to see the bulge that was starting to show.

"If you want, I could mend your pants for you-"

"No that's fine don't worry!" Wooyoung stood up from his seat and inconspicuously hid his tiny problem by pulling his sweatshirt further down as he moved away from Y/N.

"I mean, these pants were old. I was going to throw them out anyway." He tried as much as he could to seem as normal as possible, but judging from the look on her face he was probably not doing a good job. Luckily she seemed to not question his behavior and instead decided to start cleaning up the dishes that they used.

"Here let me help you with that." Wooyoung offered, trying to take some of the china off her hands but Y/N pulled her hands back so he wouldn't touch them.

"It's ok, don't worry about it. You're my guest and I'm very particular about the way to clean my silverware and dining sets. Nothing against you, I'm just.... slightly obsessive compulsive." She remarked in the most cheerful tone one could have while giving him a shy smile.

"Umm ok..." Wooyoung scratched the back of his head.

"If you want, why don't you bring the rest of your stuff so I can show you where you're staying?" Y/N suggested.

"Yeah. Sure."

Wasting no time and thinking keeping his mind occupied could help cool him down, Wooyoung picked up his keys and nearly sprinted out the door. Y/N hummed a soft tune to herself as she ran the cups under the lukewarm water. Her eyes were staring out her window, watching as her guest was head deep in the back of his car's trunk. She giggled softly as she remembered the flustered look on his face just a few minutes ago, tongue poking out at the image of his crotch outlined in those tight jeans of his. She looked down when she felt a soft face nuzzling itself against her ankle, soft purring coming out of her cat's throat before letting out a meowing noise. Bending down, Y/N gently scratched under Baby's chin as she liked.

"Yes I think he is absolutely adorable as well Baby.."

Picking her up, Y/N kissed the top of her head and smirked.

"And I'm going to have lots of fun with him."

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"Ok you ready?"

Looking over at the girl still in her bed, Wooyoung got a thumbs up to let him know she was indeed ready. Turning on his camera, he held up his hand and started putting one finger down at a time to count down the starting time. Hearing the slight beep of the camera go off, Y/N immediately plastered on a commercial worthy smile.

"Hello my darlings. As I promised you guys, I'm going to take you guys through my morning routine step by step. I hope you all enjoy it." She finished off her words with a wink before tearing off the blanket off her body.

Wooyoung had to give it to her, she definitely didn't seem to be camera shy nor awkward in front of the lens. He liked that she had confidence. Then he remembered that she had a channel of some sorts and that was probably the reason why. He stepped back a few steps to fully capture her as she neatly tucked her covers under her mattress, impressively folding the corners of her bed like they did in 5 star hotels. Smoothing out the top before patting it down, she looked at the camera once more.

"As you already know, I like to make sure everything looks absolutely pretty for you guys." Her voice dropped slightly in tone as she said those words.

Getting up from the floor, she pointed over to her still sleeping cat that was perched on its bed by her window. Wooyoung made sure to angle the camera towards her, zooming in slightly.

"She won't wake up for another hour or so....perfect amount of time to get all clean and dolled up."

Beckoning him over, Wooyoung carefully followed her inside her adjoined bathroom, keeping a steady hand as he made sure to capture everything inside. From the long vanity with its mirror to the walk in shower with its clear glass lining, all of it looking spotless and shiny. Clapping her hands together, Y/N beamed with enthusiasm.

"And of course, the first thing I do each morning is wash up."

When he heard that, Wooyoung thought she meant like her skincare routine as he had noticed her cleansers and toners perfectly lined up next to the faucet sink. But he was not prepared to suddenly be hit with the image of her bare chest in front of him when she suddenly pulled her black satin tank top off and let it drop to the floor, his own jaw going slightly agape. As if he couldn't get anymore flustered, he nearly wheezed when she turned around and bent over to slide her matching pajama shorts down her smooth legs, her ass staring him right in the face. It took everything in Wooyoung's strength not to drop the camera when Y/N stood back up and turned around so that her completely nude body would be in the frame. She giggled as she took notice of Wooyoung's beet red face, further teasing him as she kicked her discarded lace panties by his feet, the poor boy swallowing hard as one of his hands shook nervously.

"Eyes up here baby." He immediately looked up from the ground when he heard her sweet and sultry voice.

Walking over to him, Y/N snaked one of her hands to grab at one of his belt loops so he could follow her. Opening the large glass door to the shower, Y/N released his belt loop and made a sign for him to stay there and keep the camera towards her. Stepping inside the enclosed space, she twisted the knob on the tile wall enough so that the shower head above her would start pouring out the refreshing and cool water onto her body. She released a soft moan when she felt it splash onto her, hands gliding down her torso and thighs as her eyes closed and reveled in the tingling and cooling feeling of the water dripping down on her.

Wooyoung stood there completely speechless and flabbergasted, his eyes unable to blink the longer he stared at the scene before him. It felt completely wrong to be there, to watch and film as this girl he just met the day before stand naked in front of him and continue her shower routine as if he wasn't even there. He just couldn't believe it, couldn't believe what he had gotten himself in to when he called and accepted to work for her. But he still accepted and he had a job to complete so he tried his best to look as composed as possible as he kept the camera pointed at her.

And yet more often than not he found himself biting down on his lip hard, trying to suppress the groans threatening to spill out as he continued to watch her as she did the most normal things a person often did while they took a shower. The camera captured every minute starting from when she lathered her head with her shampoo, its scent of coconut and hibiscus filling the entire room with fragrance that further made the tight feeling in Wooyoung's pants ache even more. His eyes were exclusively locked on her body, watching as the water cascaded down her soft skin, focusing especially on her breasts. He licked his lips as he took in the way her nipples peaked out due to the temperature of the water, wanting nothing more than to take one of them in his mouth and suck on it. The fact that Y/N would purposefully bring her hands up at times to cup or rub against her fleshy mounds wasn't helping his case, it only made him more sad that it wasn't his own hands touching and caressing her breasts. He was willing to bet they were probably the most soft and squishy pillow like tits to exist.

Wooyoung was really aching when she poured some of the pomegranate scented body wash into her sponge and began to distribute it around her body, starting from her arms and working them down her legs and between her thighs. He didn't mean to but he couldn't help himself as he fantasized about being him the one who was lathering her body, imagining all the things he'd do if he could. Like perhaps teasing her by grazing his fingers across her wet folds or even pressing his thumb down on her sensitive clit. Either way, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her if he got the chance, but he doubted that would ever happen. So he decided to take what he could of the moment and perhaps use it for fap material when he was alone.

As if knowing exactly what he was thinking about, Y/N turned her body to fully face him and smirked. Sliding her hands up her torso, she took hold of her breasts and gave them a tight squeeze before releasing them. Wooyoung could not help the audible whine that spilled out from his tongue as he saw her repeat the same action a couple more times. Pressing her boobs together, her thumbs played with the hardened nipples, tweaking at them and even giving them slight pinches every now and then. Wooyoung knew she was doing it on purpose, trying to arouse him even further....and it was working perfectly.

With one hand kept on one of her breasts, the other one snaked its way in between her luscious thighs. Dipping one finger inside her entrance, her lips parted and began spilling out breathy moans as she started to slide her finger in and out of her body.

"Oh fuck..." Wooyoung muttered, not caring about if his words got recorded or not. He became too invested in watching as Y/N continued fingering herself in front of him. She looked absolutely exquisite, body drenched in the rippling water as she continued to stuff her pussy with another one of her fingers. Her eyes shut tightly and her head tilted back as she let out even louder whimpers when she began scissoring inside her fleshy core. Her hand that was on her breasts pulled away to twist the showerhead knob so the pressure of the water could be at its lowest setting. Without the intense sound of the splashing water, her strangled noises became more audible as well as the slopping and squealching sounds her dripping pussy was making due to the intensity of her rapid finger movements. Wooyoung could clearly see and hear that the sounds were definition not due to the shower she was taking. Y/N was definitely horny and the slick her heat collected was clear evidence of it.

Having someone as hot as Wooyoung not only watching but helping her film something that thousands of other people would see, and more likely than not jerk off to, made her weak. She loved having people watch her do naughty things as she was doing now, it thrilled her and riled her up even more. And she loved seeing the effects it had on others, like the obvious bulge in between Wooyoung's thick thighs. She could practically make out just how big he was given how painfully hard his erection seemed, and that image served to help push her over the edge. With high pitched whines and cries, she shuddered as she felt herself cum all over her hand, her fingers slowing their movements down to help prolong her orgasm without making her become overly sensitive. She panted heavily as she took out her fingers and brought them up to her lips so she could lick off the secretion left from her climax.

Wooyoung's tongue poked out as he witnessed the pornographic image of Y/N drinking up her juices as if it was a delicious and sweet dessert.

"It probably is and it only makes me crave to have her smother my face with her pussy even more." He mused inwardly to himself.

He was so lost in his fantasy that he didn't notice Y/N had completely turned off the water and finished until her breasts were displayed right in front of the camera lens. He let out a soft stutter when her hand came up and pressed the pause button, being careful not to drop any water onto the camera.

"I'm going to finish drying myself off in my room so you can have some .....alone time." She snorted softly as she passed by him, her hand brushing against his crotch which made Wooyoung hiss softly.

Grabbing the towel that was hanging on the wall, Y/N wrapped it around her body, tucking it in so it wouldn't fall down. Stooping over, she picked up her lace panties and looked back at Wooyoung.

"Here, in case you need a little help." She flung it over to him, which he catches in his free hand.

Wooyoung stared at the underwear and then at Y/N with a dumbfounded expression.

"So I take it this is why you specifically wanted 19 plus people?" He quirked an eyebrow up, one corner of his lips pulling up into a knowing smile.

"Yes. I might as well mention now that I'm a camgirl with a porn channel." She explained.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that out when you flashed your boobs at me."

They both bursted out laughing at his little joke.

"Ok but seriously, are you sure you're comfortable with all this?" Y/N asked.

Wooyoung looked down at her before looking back down at the panties in his hand.

"I'm definitely going to be hard most of the time, but I think I'll be fine." He assured her with a mischievous smile as he set down his camera on the vanity dresser. With a sly smirk, he began unzipping his pants, not missing any of the facial reactions she was making as he began to pull his cock out of its confinement.

"I mean, I got up close fap material with an actual pornstar. What guy wouldn't want my job?" Cocking his head to the side, he rubbed the tip of his dick with his thumb, spreading some of the precum down the shaft. Although she had said she would give him alone time, Y/N couldn't move her feet out the door as she stared intently at the way Wooyoung hugged his length.

"Wanna watch me jerk off with your panties to your image?"

Stepping forward, Wooyoung reached up and pulled the towel off Y/N's body, causing her to inhale sharply at his bold move. Sucking in a breath, Wooyoung shamelessly looked down at her body as he placed the hand that had Y/N's panties around the base of his cock.

"Just stay there and don't move beautiful...."

[starshiningsirius]

Like old times (Yandere Azul x reader)

@bryzie27 - i like what you did with overblot leona. could you do something similar with overblot azul?

Not sure what you mean like the chase scene? The dynamics of Octanivelle's structure still aren't quite clear to me if they can go out in the water but I'll try!

I FORGOT THE GIF IS FROM @flowerofthemoonworld !

Let's give the octopus some love!

"Hey, your Azul right?"

He lifted his head to look at who had spoken to him. It was a mermaid with a strange speckled tail that added to her beauty. She seemed to be more of the reserved type. Her hair had two streaks of the same color on either side of her face and the rest was all one color. Her eyes shimmered radiantly.

He could feel a rush of heat claim his entire face.

"Here." She handed him his books.

"W -why are you doing this?" The young octopus sniffled.

He wasn't expecting this, not with the way everyone else treated him. It didn't make any sense why you'd treat him kindly. A freakish eight legged merman who couldn't swim correctly.

"It's the right thing to do, Azul. I couldn't just swim away with you like this. It'd be immoral."

From that first encounter on forward they became friends. She helped him walk and swim a bit better considering he found it embarrassing. She didn't even have tentacles yet she instructed him so well.. Maybe he inked once or twice, a few times around her on accident, he swears! It didn't matter she was fine with it. She didn't mind one bit who he was.

Even when they went to the Atlantica Museum she stayed by his side and explored it with him. He was a bit slow considering his physique was on the chubby side so he wasn't fast. It still didn't matter, for some odd reason she stayed with him. In the picture commemorating the trip he held her hand since he was a bit self conscious about his picture being taken.

Y/n couldn't help but find it adorable. Everything about Azul wasn't at all strange to her it only made her more curious to get to know him. He would always apologize for any small thing he did wrong. She would always say, "It's fine." as if he did nothing. Her smile always seemed to brighten Azul's darkest days.

She'd visit him in his family restaurant in which his mother and father always welcomed his first friend. They were overjoyed. She saw him gorging himself on the plate of food in front of him compared to her smaller portion. She couldn't help but to stare, it made her understand why he was on the chubby side. Then he looked at her sauce around his mouth and she couldn't help but smile at him with laughter filling the area. He was embarrassed blushing a shade of red and he felt a bit ashamed.

"Azulie, you're absolutely adorable!" She said through her laughter.

It was one of his most fondest memories he ever had with her, but all good things had to come to an end.

Eventually she had to depart from the northern seas to the far southern ones. She had to leave Azul behind. She had given him a hug it was full of so much warmth of which he had never felt before and it made his heart race twice as fast. Both parents of the children found it endearing their children had found a friend.

. . .

And that was that. Time passed and he eventually became Azul Ashengrotto the dorm leader of Octanivelle who could grant any wish just as the sea witch. He could never ever forget the one person he was so fond of though. It never left him every time he wrote down a contract he could remember a time where he truly did care for someone.

The new year at Night Raven was his second year while a new group of first years came entering the school. He had ordered Jade to get information on each of them and when he went through the long list of students that had been sorted into Octanivelle while in his office. He immediately crossed one oh so familiar.

Y/n L/n.

He couldn't believe his eyes. He put the sheet of paper down and opened one of his drawers in the desk that showed him and her back then. He never altered this photo as he did countless others. She accepted him for who he was and that was well enough a reason for him to admire her.

He automatically called upon Jade as Floyd would have probably scared the poor girl. He told him to fetch her immediately.

When he finally did see her for the first time in years he was astounded at how you changed so little but so much at the same time. You had grown taller and your eyes still sparkled just as they always did. You had the same two streaks on either side of your hair which had grown a few inches he might add.

Jade had left to do other tasks he was assigned but Azul couldn't care less seeing as he had his childhood friend and sweetheart in front of him.

"Azulie, that really is you huh?" Your voice had matured but was more timid just like the very first time they met. Of course it was so long ago that they're more like strangers now. That nickname though, it's been a long time since he's heard it.

"Yes, I've changed quite a bit." He was a little nervous though he'd never admit it his voice slightly betrayed him and his face had a little red tint. He tried pushing up his glasses to shield it from her eyes but it was a futile attempt. He heard her chuckle that made his heart race like never before.

"You haven't changed fully as your still the most adorable by far." She said.

That made his face blossom as red as a rose in the rose maze of Heartsbyul. Heat was exerting itself from his still body that he sat in the chair from.

From that moment on he would keep a watchful eye on her. He would always try his best when she was around and get any info on anything going on pertaining to her.

She had met Floyd and Jade before who Azul wasn't too fond of at first, but she reccomended he became friends with them back then since it wasn't everyday someone didn't come up to tease him and noticed his accomplishments. Of course it was only because of Azul that they met again at Night Raven. The first time she met Jade was when he first brought her to see Azul in his office. He looked familiar to her and she mentioned it to him, and they both shared their fondest memories on the way. She met Floyd a little later on in the Mostro Lounge as he had taken her order and he noticed she had come in a lot just to see Azul. Jade had to explain the situation that she wasn't required to pay for any food she ate there because of an order Azul had given out.

Azul would spend some time out of the day to just hang out with you if he wasn't always busy with the lounge. It was always a joy to be with you, it reminded him of when you were both younger. He thought back to those days every night and day that you had still never left his mind. The thought of you leaving again made him lose his sense of reason and fall deeper in his sweet obsession.

He had started to act different you noticed. He had become a bit more invasive of your personal space in which you remember that only happened when he was nervous at least you thought he grew out of it.

Jade and Floyd began to direct you to the Lounge like your life was there and no where else. It'd only be a matter of time before Azul was informed by Jade of his sweetheart's newest infatuation.

Vil happened to catch your attention. It led Azul to be green with envy. He knew the dorm leader of Pomeifore had complimented her one day and it was enough to send her falling head over heels. He had so many followers it made no sense why he had to take something else Azul had wanted for the longest time. With Vil's beauty he only began to question his own.

He had to come up with a solution just as he had done for those bullies. He just couldn't lose Y/n again. Not if he had any say in it.

After hours of pondering in his office sinking his nails into his desk the answer happened to be right behind him. The vault that was situated behind his desk held the many contracts he had collected.

Maybe if he could impress her she wouldn't see him as that stupid, clumsy octopus he once was. All these different magic spells that he obtained from those fools from the exams on land in Night Raven and those idiots who swam under the sea.

That's when his plan fell apart. Y/n avoided him all of a sudden. Mainly having spent time with those troublesome first years he sent to the museum to collect one of the last remnants of his past.

He didn't have time to keep thinking about Y/n at the moment which irritated him quite a bit. One thing led to another and now he was out here trying to negotiate with the arrogant and prideful dorm head of Savanclaw. As soon as he destroyed them all hope was lost.

He was taunting him, but his next few words really took him over the top in terms of a sadistic being.

"You know, one of your little sea friends really wanted to believe you were nice. We just had to show her the real Azul Ashengrotto." Leona had smirked turning his head to the side, beyond the corner of the tunnel his darling angelfish had appeared. Disbelief in her eyes, she couldn't even meet his eyes.

That's when everyone else had arrived, but the deed was already done. He had lost everything and his angelfish had seen him as a weak being, the same stupid clumsy octopus he hated being.

They took her from his side. He had her in his grasp and they stole her. He had lost it.

His newborn and unimaginable power were apparent now. He just had to get it all back. Not even Floyd or Jade wanted to help him either.

He reminded himself of you holding your pen ready to fire another offensive attack. His anger swelled inside him where he could tap into more power.

"GIVE HER BACK TO ME! GIVE ME BACK WHAT YOU TOOK! "

A large swarm of harsh black wind had overwhelmed the group. She still managed to stand but when the dust cleared she saw all of them had collapsed unconscious. Even the prefect who was thrown back the farthest had their head hit the tunnel, it didn't look like she was breathing from here though.

She took a look back at Azul and suddenly she felt her feet carrying her away from the scene, having Azul call out to her from behind.

* * *

It's been a while since she had to swim that fast. Her tail fin was starting to hurt from the constant movement. She wanted to take a break, a never ending nightmare she pleaded in her head to be over.

That was until she heard him calling for her.

"Oh Angelfish! You really have nothing to fear! Come out I promise I won't hurt you!" He said in a sing songy voice.

She was hiding behind a large boulder on the sea floor near a small coral reef.

"Am I not enough anymore?! I'LL DO ANYTHING TO PROVE IT! I'M NOT THE SAME AS BEFORE, YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AFTER ME! " The tone of voice he had scared her even more so now that she was alone.

"I'm not, ... I'm not that stupid clumsy little octopus anymore." He sounded as if he were about to cry, it pulled at her heartstrings a bit and she thought she could convince him to calm down in this state.

"Azulie I never-"

"There you are! " He said with glee and delight in his tone, that never would have made you think he was sad in the first place.

He successfully guilt tripped her into coming out of hiding. Using his tentacles he pulled her by the tail toward him careful to avoid giving her any injuries. He grasped her in his arms feeling himself relax a bit, at the fact he had her in his grasp once again. She felt warm just as she did all those years ago for him.

He clasped her hands together with his. A deranged smile on his face as he stared into the soul of his adorable little angelfish who shivered under such an intense gaze radiating his madness.

"We'll be together again! Just like old times! Except this time I'm all powerful and no one will be able to steal what's mine!"

Masterlist

[it-was-summer]

Video Killed The Radio Star (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

A/N: I know I usually write for Five Hargreaves, but lately I’ve been having the idea of a fanfiction for Spencer Reid involving some sensitive material. If you haven’t watched Criminal Minds, that is a-okay because this doesn’t really follow any sort of certain plot in the series but it does contain some spoilers from it so maybe be warned? If you’d like for this me to continue this little idea, please give me so feedback and let me know. Till then, Em <3

Warnings: Stalking, talk of kidnapping, cursing and some sensitive material. 

Plot: You leave videos for the BAU to find once you find out you have a stalker. 

Word Count: 1.3k

-Tape #1, January 5, 20XX

Your face moved away from the screen as you moved to sit on a desk chair, smile growing as you waved your hand at the webcam recording a few feet away from you. “I, uh,” you looked down at your hands, playing with the ring that resided on your middle finger before letting out a tiny nervous giggle “, I don’t really know how I should start this off.” you trailed off, looking back up at the camera.

“You know that feeling you get when you’re driving your car and you think ‘oh my god, the car behind me is following me home!’, I guess it all kind of started like that. I tried to keep them off my tail, but I guess they already knew where I lived because they started parking outside my house, never the same car.”

You cleared your throat gently, bending over to pick up a small, dead rose. “This was the first thing I got,” you held it closer to the camera, your hands shaking lightly “That’s when I realized something was wrong. I started to notice that I would get home and suddenly, there would be a car across the street.” You looked outside, towards the window “It’s not every day, and it isn’t sporadic either! It’s every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday around noon till seven, sometimes eight.” You ran your hands through your hair, biting back tears.

“My mom thinks I’m crazy, but I... I know that something isn’t right,” You kept your calm composure, smiled sweetly at the camera, and waved again “ I guess  I’m signing off till I have some more proof or something? This is Y/N L/N, signing off I suppose.”

Then the screen went dark.

-Tape #2, January 17, 20XX

You were already sitting in your desk chair when the video started, indicating that you figured how to use a timer for this personal vlog of yours. “Hi,” You seemed to be in better spirits than before “I’m more organized this time!” This seemed to be the reason for your good mood, probably because being organized made you feel more stable, safer.

“So, I’m Y/N L/N and I am twenty-four years old, living in Richmond, Virginia, in this apartment complex a little bit outside of the city.” You held up a photo of a tattoo that was currently hiding under your shirt. “This is the tattoo that I got when I was drunk off my ass on my twenty-first birthday, just a good...” you cleared your throat quickly “A good identifier.”

You folded your hands in your lap as you straightened out your back. “The stalking started just after Christmas, I haven’t the faintest clue of who it is, but I know I am being stalked. I told the police but they didn't really think anything of it and sometimes I see a patrol car drive by on weekdays.”

“These videos aren’t meant to be a big, fat, told you so. I’m just really scared that something bad is going to happen. I just need some trace of me, I need to feel less helpless.”

You swallowed thickly and grabbed a sticky note hanging from your computer “These are all my passwords so if something does happen, it is right there.”

You looked around, all of your preparations failing you in a single moment as you found yourself lost for words. You quickly flashed again, conversation lighting up in you as you spoke again “I work in the city as a librarian, I get the weekends off for the most part.” You held up a copy of Wuthering Heights “Today this was left on the roof of my car,” You opened it and turned it so the pages were facing the webcam, showing highlighted sections of the book “The only parts that are highlighted are the romantic scenes between Heathcliff and Catherine.” You flipped through some pages quickly and held the page up, looking for one quote that was highlighted, underlined, and circled. “Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad, that's one of the lines circled, underlined and highlighted...” you stared at the page, before turning it back to the camera.

“I’m done for now..” Screen. Black.

-Tape #3, February 14, 20XX

You were wearing a striped sweater, lines ranging from white, pink, and red. You seemed to have forgotten about the heart-shaped glasses on your head, pushing back your hair, but your eyes were red, tired, lifeless almost. “It’s Valentine’s Day,” you heaved a sigh, slouching over in your chair. You could feel the bubble in your throat, and you tried to keep your voice steady, but it broke as soon as you started to speak “ Today was really bad,” you coughed lightly, feigning courage “He, She, I don’t know! They were in here! They got into my house, rose petals everywhere! Rose petals on the bed, in the sink, everywhere! They were just,” tears started to flow before you could do anything about it “ Just everywhere.”

You brushed your tears away quickly and let out another sigh before you took in a big breath and smiled, sadly at the camera. “I did some more research,” you laughed “, I live in Virginia and I have way too much time on my hands sometimes.”

You leaned over to pick up some papers off your, now rose petal-free desk “So, I was looking for people who would be good at, uh, helping me.” You held up a photo of Agent Jareau, in all her beauty “, I’d be pretty blind not to think about the BAU, right? This is,” you looked at the photo quickly “, the very pretty liaison for the BAU. I know that she’ll be seeing these first so hello? I would really appreciate it if the team could help me. Help find me maybe? I told the police what happened and they searched my apartment and the security cameras-” you felt tears well up in your eyes again and cut yourself off.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” 

Black.

-Tape #4, February 18, 20XX

A smile was on your lips now, nervous albeit, but still a smile nonetheless. “The police are patrolling the neighborhood now on the regular so I feel a tiny bit better!” you leaned over to grab a copy of Jane Eyre “Today I was gifted another book, it seems my stalker is a bit of a Brontë fan. This one is the same as the last, but the important be quote seems to ‘You are my sympathy --my better self --my good angel’” You closed the book, sighed, and closed your eyes slowly. “Till then.”

Black.

-Tape #5, March 5, 20XX

You knew this was going to be your last video, every bone in your body knew it. Every. Single. One. After almost two weeks of no attention, no cars, no anything. You thought you were free, thought that maybe it would all be okay.

It was a foolish, childish thought. A moment of fleeting happiness if you will, but you held onto it with everything you had. The police were paying you less attention and you didn’t mind. You kept an eye out for something, anything. Now it was March fifth and you had a new gift. It was the most extreme out of all the gifts. Your hands trembled as you reached for a destroyed pair of your panties, drenched in blood. “Something bad is going to happen,” You threw the panties down near the books and dead rose. You kept them all just in case if they needed it, what if they needed more.

What if they needed more to find you? Would all of this be enough? “Please find me,” you looked at the screen with a heavy conscious “, I want to be found. Please, find me.”

Black.

March 8, 20XX

“This is Y/N L/N, a twenty-four-year-old woman last seen two days ago and has since gone missing. The Richmond police station contacted us after they found a folder containing these videos on her computer.” J.J. said, clicking to the next PowerPoint, showing more details for their case, but Hotch was already standing up, ending everyone’s input and conversation. 

“Wheels up in ten.”