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nymphany · 9 months

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COD X PUPPY HYBRID! READER

Masterlist

MINORS DNI

WARNING:CONTAINS SEMI DARK THEMES DO NOT READ IF YOURE NOT INTRESTED

Fic contains: taboo / dark content please read this warning if you are triggered by any of this material

Reader info:

Referred with: she/her/girl/you

British! Pan! Short! Afab! Feminine! Reader

Coming soon: cat, bunny, mouse, deer, bear, cow, lamb and bird version

♡ callsign: cadaver!

♡ oh where to start with this little ball of energy!!!

♡ shes so dumb </3 but she's good at her job so that's all that matters

♡ it was a surprise to 141 to be presented with the least intimidating hybrid as their newest addition to the team

♡ this bubbly little thing who was practically shaking in excitement, her tail wagging so hard it looked like it was about to fly off

♡ naturally the men were disappointed that they're newest member wasnt some unbeatable tank but instead a tiny thing who was fueled by praise and treats

♡ speaking of praises and treats gaz cant help but spoil you!! Price tells him not to

"she wont listen if you give her so many treats"

"shes a good girl she always listens"

• hes right you do always listen, you're very obedient maybe too obedient

♡ despite his denial of your treats, your favourite man is obviously price <3 something about puppies and grumpy old men is a match made in heaven !!

♡ you like his ear scratches the best especially when you're in his office with your head on his lap

♡ he says he only likes you for your work but everyone knows that's a lie especially when he pays extra attention to you during lunch. Hes just making sure you eat all your food so you're big and strong

♡ you know how some dads pet their dogs my giving their back a good smack and rub? that's what hed do to you <3

♡ he has a wide selection of beef jerky in his office but you only eat it when someone feeds it to you <3 they're not allowed to hand it to you or place it infront of you they must feed it to you directly!! Makes you happy (you try your best not to nip at their fingers when they feed you but you just get so happy you cant help it)

♡ ghost can never be sarcastic around you your dumb brain cant handle it :( "go count every grain of rice in the kitchens if you're so bothered 'bout the numbers" and you do!!! he feels horrible because he knows you suck at counting :(( it must of took you ages to even get to 50

♡ its okay because it gives soap and gaz an excuse to pamper you!! You dont exactly understand why you're being pampered (must be because you're such a good girl for counting all that rice) but you accept it. It does make ghost feel so much worse for making you do things he didnt mean </3

"You're such a good puppy! You're so good at listening and you're so pretty!"

"Gaz that's enough I already said sorry"

"Aw come on Lt you made the poor thing count every grain of rice cant expect us to not rub it in can ya"

♡ ghost does make it up to you eventually, he takes you on walks around the base and points out secrets and tells you their stories

"Oi pup Do you see that dent in the wall?"

"Yes!"

"Johnny came back after a night out and rammed himself into it thinking his shadow was an intruder"

♡ they always have atleast one of your chew toys on them at all times after they noticed you chewing the inside of your mouth, your fingers, their sleeves or just anything you could fit in your mouth

♡ SCENTING!!!!

♡ your team must smell like you all the time, always, forever !!!! Whenever you get them alone youre immediately licking them!! Sometimes you bite but you're working on it <3

♡ if they come back from somewhere you have to smell them, what if they smell like another hybrid hmm?!?! >:((

♡ which is why you hate baths.

♡ they wipe away all your hard work I mean come on it's not easy to get the scent of your four favourite men nor is it easy to scent them!!! They're constantly around other people >:(((((

♡ luckily you arent the smartest so it's easy to trap and lure you in with kisses <3

♡ some one HAS to be in the bath/shower/ room with you

1. you cant be trusted not to eat the soap (smell nice ≠ taste nice)

2. Its scary in there

3. You get distracted and forget to even get in the bath/shower

♡ they treat you so well though !!! your ears and tail are always so soft when you let gaz wash them, he takes such good care of the soft fur and he never ever let's the bubbles stay in your ears and he spends a good long time near your tail but you have no idea why <3

♡ soap likes washing your body! He loves watching you relax as he takes his time to make sure you're clean, he loves letting you lean against him as he washes your back and loves watching the suds run down your body. hes so sweet that he makes sure to pay extra attention to your sensitive areas <3

♡ price is the one tasked to dry you off, you seem to only listen to him anyway (of course you do, your dumb doggy brain has to listen to the leader of your pack)

♡ he pulls you against him using your towel as leverage, he so graciously put it in the dryer to warm up so you're all toasty and warm. You sit in his lap while he rubs your body dry whispering praises about your "bravery" to even go into the bath/shower

♡ Which leaves ghost in charge of your skin care!! This big scary man lathering your body in lotions and creams so you're all soft and smooth. He loves the moans and whimpers when he presses down on your weak spots <3

"Oi mutt stop licking the moisturiser"

"No no nooo :((( Say the thing :((("

"....Simons says stop licking the moisturiser"

♡ you never wear clothes after your bath/shower, they're lucky to get underwear on you, you need to be as open to they're scents as possible!! Maybe you'll wear their clothes but only maybe

♡ our puppy wasn't meant to meet Alejandro and Rudy until the mission was over but she said her nose could be put to good use and laswell couldnt help but agree (puppy definitely didn't bribe her or anything puppy hugs do wonders)

♡ at first alejandro didnt even see the girl behind the mountain sized men, assuming it's only ghost and soap coming along

"This is cadaver, our k9 unit she'll be coming along with us"

"Hello!"

"Ah un perro! you'll be very useful"

♡ it was a tight squeeze in the backseat, two military men left little room but it's okay you enjoy sitting on their laps so it's not much different

"So they call you cadaver?"

"Yes sir!"

"You good at hunting corpses?"

"Uh huh! very good! The best!"

"Good because we're looking for a dead man walking"

":00?? A zombie :((("

♡ overall you got on very well with alejandro and Rudy <3 whenever they passed you they always gave a light scratch to your ear

♡ you dont understand the language but you like the attention and that's all that matters, they're so nice and help you cool off in the sun, you just need to get naked so they can help cool you off just let them help dont even worry about it

♡ you liked graves when you met him he got so hyped up on missions the energy traveled to you

♡ although he definitely tries to make you loyal to him and him only (mmm yummy dark! Graves <3<3) hes always been a fan of hybrids especially the vulnerable ones. Hes best at love bombing you, filling you with treats, pets and roaming hands. Hes a sucker for puppy girls

♡ valeria made you cry when you met her :(( well it was actually rudy but he didnt mean to he felt awful :(((

"Perro estúpido, solo eres una perra reproductora, ¿no? no hay pensamientos en esa linda cabeza tuya"

"Thank you :D"

"Dont thank her shes insulting you"

":(((("

• he gave you so many hugs, treats and kisses after he apologized profusely he forgot how sensitive you are he just didnt want you to thank her for insulting you :((

♡ mommy valeria tho so shes easily forgiven with a few fake compliments.

"You must think twice as hard with that brain of yours"

"Oh no! I dont even think once! :D"

♡ you entertain her, although she does wonder how it would feel to live in your head for a day

"Even the dogs in Las almas know not to bark at me"

"Oh no silly! We're in a shipping container"

"Yes in Las almas"

"Since when"

♡ thinking about how puppy got to keep valeria company while the big strong men go fight, guard dog duties !! Dont ask her how she got naked... and why valerias fingers are pruned... that's not important and you should mind your business

♡ cadaver has a muzzle and harness <3 !!! If you've ever been checked for harness safety you'll understand the feeling of being tugged around and how easy it is to want to jump someones bones

♡ ZOOMIES!!!

♡ always at odd hours too but you cant help it !! you have a lot of energy and you're too dumb to put that energy to good use :(( so it's only natural you jump on everyone and everything <3

♡ nesting with all of their clothes and belongings and they cant stop you or they'll get viciously attacked (you will cry)

♡ sticker collection (scented ones are the best) + mask decorating with ghost !!!!!

♡ konig is a scary big giant man whose just a silly guy at heart but jesus christ he needs to shrink

♡ the first time you met him you actually didnt see him, assuming the sun had exploded and the solid black mass that obscured your vision was the end of the world only to be corrected by an apology from the wall itself

"ah I'm so sorry I didnt see you there"

"Me neither :D"

♡ so big and scary but so warm and protective!! Ghost doesn't like you near konig he doesnt like sharing his toys with kortac

♡ you still hang out with him whenever you get the chance!! <3 friendship bracelets for all!! You did however underestimate how big these mens wrists were and cried when they wouldnt fit

༺*:ﾟ･✧･:*:ﾟ･♡ NSFW ♡･ﾟ:*:･✧･ﾟ:*༻

♡ oral fixation all the way !!

♡ mouth cockwarming!!!! Below prices desk? Yes!! Feeling sleepy and need to suck on something?? Soap is your guy!! Want to learn about the human anatomy? Rudy is there to help

♡ sweaty balls in my mouf

♡ slobbering on them until they scrunch up like raisins, suck the man juice out of them

♡ our puppy has a leash and collar so it's only natural they use it on you, held back by the neck as one of them is pounding into you

♡ puppy likes scent and prefers sex before

and after a work out

♡ listen... piss kink

♡ I just feel like they'd be in a meeting and she tries so so sooo hard to tell someone she needs to pee but they keep telling her to hold it (graves) but she just cant price made sure to keep her hydrated during lunch :(( it's too much and her bladder isnt big enough

♡ whimpers fill the air the sound of dripping water accompanying it their heads turning to face her as sobs bubble out of her mouth along with apologise while she so desperately cover her face to avoid the embarrassment. Her thighs clenched desperately to stop the stream but her attempts were In vain

♡ the first to realise what had happened was soap the fact that he was sitting next to her and had perfect view access to her entire body

"Aw pet don' cry its jus' an accident, happens to the best of us"

♡ :(((( shes so upset but our boys dont mind shes usually so well behaved and she obviously didn't mean to do it on purpose

"Oh puppy you tried so hard to tell us and we completely ignored you didnt we?"

"Uh huh"

"Yeah? And we didnt listen when you said you couldnt hold it did we"

"No i- but I- I did try to hold I really tried hard b-but I couldnt an- and now I've made a mess"

♡ they cant ignore the arousal they get from seeing her soaked and sobbing <3 they know it's wrong, shes upset and embarrassed but they just cant help it

♡ graves is a gross man who looks like fix it felix but dont let that fool you he 100% loves the control he gets from a piss kink especially for our puppy, he likes making you hold it and then mocks you in a high pitched voice but your dumb little brain thinks hes comforting you

♡ I think simon is more one for fucking you until you pee, he usually does it in the shower so he can wash off but he doesnt mind getting dirty, he likes the feeling of your cunt squeezing and gushing around him especially if you try to tell him to stop. Youre gonna pee? Yeah? Do it

♡ gaz is someone who likes to watch you pee he loves the view <3 the fluttering of your cunt draws him in road trip side of road

♡ Johnny, similar to his L.T, is someone who teases you until you pee. Rubbing your clit until its puffy and sore and you cant hold yourself up right let alone your bladder

♡ alejandro and Rudy like watching you wiggle they'll purposefully fill you with liquid and press on your tummy just to watch you squirm, they have bets on who can make you loose it first

♡ price pees in you

♡

♡ theres a reason hes your favourite

♡ you know how I talked about scenting??... I hate to break it to you but she has definitely peed on them/their stuff at some point

♡ you mostly pee on price

♡ "what are you doing"

"Nothin"

"Where are you pants"

"I dont know"

"You're not gonna pee on the floor are you"

"No"

"That's right you're not because that would be bad"

"bad"

"Thats right bad"

"..."

"...."

"Just a little"

"No-"

♡ heats are always a pain for you :(( so horny and so wet desperate for someone to fill you with the pups you need. You drive the team crazy with your whimpers and cries but they know you cant help it, you're just achey :(((

♡ bullet vibrators are your best bet as they obviously cant fuck you 24/7 so that small buzzing of pleasure keeps you satiated until they can get their hands on you, the first time you had your heat you couldnt get the small thing out :(( your fingers were too small and it was so slippery you couldnt grasp it :((( you're so lucky your captain is kind enough to help you <3 dont think about his fingers wiggling inside you hes just trying extra hard to get it out that's why hes pumping them in and out of you

♡ sometimes they have to keep you in a cage because you wont stop begging to be stuffed, they dont want a rookie to think that they're allowed to overstep their place just because your in heat

♡ you hump everything!!!! Nothing is safe they take their shirt off for one second and it's on a pillow being jumped by no other than you!! You absolute fiend!!!

♡ you follow them around everywhere you love being around you favourite men!!!

♡ when 141 go on a mission you're left with Rudy and alejandro who always give in to you whines and begs <3 they treat you so well always stuffing you full when you need it, letting you have as much cum as you please, it makes the 141 so jealous that they have to fuck you as soon as they get back!

♡ graves probably pimps out puppy to his shadows there I said it

♡ konig isnt to slick with his touches either, he may think hes going undetected but that's only by our dumb mutt the other men are fuming with him. He let's you sit in his lap, his bear like hands inbetween your thighs rubbing along your most intimate areas you dont exactly connect what hes doing and hes completely okay with that just grind yourself back on him.

♡ he probably asks horangi to help him out, probably stretching you to prepare for the brute of the man

♡ definitely think gangbangs are a big part of your heat, vibrators, plugs, rope and muzzles are all items your familiar with. I like to think they just come and go when fucking you it's almost like a brothel

♡ they definitely finger fuck you while doing mindless tasks, brushing their teeth? You're bent over the sink pushing yourself back onto them, doing paperwork? Being cockwarmed by your snug lil cunt, lifting weights? You're bouncing on their cock weighing them down

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kaciidubs · 8 months

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Open Heart

❣ Summary: When you don't know what to say or do, when life starts living you, you can always rely on Chris to bring you back. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 3.2k ❣ Warnings: Mental breakdown, existential crisis, implied panic attack, angst, fluff, comfort, crying, Supportive BF! Chris, Reader is a mess mentally and emotionally, discussions of family, careers, life, and the future, self doubt, self deprecation, mentioned disassociation ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Christopher, and Christopher Bahng [wowie], Reader is referred to as Princess, Baby, Love, Sweet Girl, this is the one that's personal so I'm sorry if you can relate but also you're not alone ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“Yeah, dad, I know... Mhm... No, I haven’t heard back from them yet, but it’s only been a week since I applied so... Yeah, I know…”

You paced the living room of your apartment, holding your phone to your ear as you did your best to tame the headache brewing in your head.

“I know you do, it’s just - there’s so many things I can do with my degree, I’m just trying to figure out what I want to do... I know... Yeah... Okay... Talk to you later... Love you too, bye.”

Ending the call, you tossed your phone onto the couch with a heavy sigh - the weight of the world piling on top of stress already weighing on your shoulders.

Everything sucked - almost as if the world was out to get you for simply existing; years of doing what was right, doing what you were supposed to, only for you to still feel like you weren’t doing enough.

People pleasing.

A wave of guilt made your stomach turn, tears stinging behind your eyes as you stood in the silence, yet it still felt so loud.

You knew your dad meant well, your parents meant well, your family meant well, but every question, every poorly veiled nudge of ‘What’s your next big move going to be? You’ve been stagnant for so long.’ ate at your psyche at every turn. You felt like you did everything; you graduated high school in the high percentage of your class, you went to college, you graduated as a first generation student after five excruciatingly long years - yet through all that they still wanted more from you.

A pleasure to have known. You have so much potential.

If you had a dime for the amount of times you’ve heard those words, you would’ve been a millionaire by now.

A shaky breath rattled in your chest as you sighed, your hands rising to cup your rapidly heating face. “Fuck... F-Fuck.”

Your vision blurred, salty tears stinging your eyes before burning fiery trails down your cheeks with no signs of stopping.

When was it going to be enough? When were you going to be enough?

Your breath hitched, choking on a sob that your body refused to let go - not now, not right now. You were still young, you had so much potential - so why did it feel like you were being rushed? Why did it feel like everyone saw some invisible clock above you, counting down the days until you’d become useless?

Wasted potential - those words always used to scare you, the famous buzzwords of any educator wanting to instill proper work ethic in their students; the future of the workforce.

Wasted potential - that’s what you were beginning to feel at your 9-5; a quaint little job you kept throughout your final semester, something that got the bills paid and kept a little more in your savings.

Wasted potential - that’s what you felt when your days began blending together, when you realized disassociation was your coping mechanism until your mouse hovered over ‘clock out’.

You wanted to do so much, so much, but there was never enough time in the day - they were never ideas that would earn you a proper living wage, a career path your family wouldn’t agree with.

Your body shook as a sob finally tore through your silent cries, your head throbbing as air tried to force its way into your lungs - crying never used to hurt like this.

Your world spun, it felt like time froze while speeding up, but all you could do was cry - stand in your living room and cry like a reprimanded child because you weren’t doing what you were supposed to.

“Princess?”

Your eyes snapped open behind your fingers, quickly registering a bigger, warmer pair wrapping around your wrists.

“Baby, can you hear me?”

Guilt.

Chris was home early, and instead of relaxing like he deserved, he now had to tend to you - crying over the same thing you cried over four months ago.

He felt you tense, he could see the spiral of overthinking, and his grip tightened, “Hey, hey, it’s just me - it’s just me, princess.”

You sniffled, biting back another sob as you shook your head, “’M s-sorry-”

“Shh, don’t apologize - you don’t have to apologize, not to me, not for this.”

Understanding - he was always so good at that, making sure you knew you weren’t the problem of anything; he always joked he got better at it from you.

Another wave of tears surged through you, nearly making you double over at the rush of fresh emotions popping off in your brain, your jaw tensing as you tried to stifle the illegible babbling falling from your lips.

“I- It’s- I can’t- And- It’s just so-”

Chris pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapping around your shoulders while the other cradled the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing circles just behind your ear. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay - I’m here, you’re okay.”

He blinked away his own tears, the sounds of your cries breaking his heart when he entered the apartment, and now the feeling of your body shaking against his like a fall leaf utterly tearing him apart inside.

You weren’t sure how long you both stood there, him whispering words of comfort in your ear while you stained his black hoodie with your tears, but you slowly came out of your breakdown with uneven breaths - your hands holding onto his hoodie as if he was your lifeline.

He was your lifeline.

“Can we go to the bedroom, princess? Can we manage that?” He cooed softly, a soft smile settling on his lips as he felt you nod. “Okay, we’ll go slow, yeah?”

True to his word, he slowly led you into the bedroom with shuffling steps, noting how you clung to him like a baby koala, as if you separated from him at any point you’d float away into space.

Sitting on the bed first, he scooted toward the middle of the mattress and you quickly followed suit; crawling toward him before laying your head on his chest, tangling your legs with his while he pulled you into his side.

It was quiet, save for the occasional hiccuped breath and sniffle, the sound of his heartbeat slowing the thudding in your own head, the rise and fall of his chest reminding you how to breathe again.

“Love?”

You hummed softly, your free hand nonchalantly playing with the drawstring of his hoodie.

“Wanna talk about what happened?”

Dropping your hand to lay flat on his chest, you took a deep breath to fight back another round of tears threatening to come out. “I... My dad called to check in, see how we were doing and all... He wanted to know if I found a different job yet, one that uses my degree, and I told him I hadn’t.” Swallowing thickly, you squeezed your eyes shut as you continued, “He’s worried that I’m not using my full potential, that I’m not getting paid what I should - and I don’t blame him, really, I went to college for a reason and everything, but it just feels like I'm being rushed into making another decision I’m not ready for."

“Another decision like picking your major?” Chris chimed in - he’d remembered you telling him about your realization of wanting to switch majors in your junior year, but ultimately choosing not to since you were close to graduating at the time.

You nodded, “I know he means well, I love my dad, I love my family, but it just feels like they don’t understand that I'm just...tired. I’m so, so tired that the idea of getting a new job - when I’ve only been at this one for just over a year - makes me feel like I can’t breathe. Fuck, the fact that I’ve been at this job for a year makes my skin crawl because this isn't what I want.”

Picking mindlessly at a few cotton pills collected on the fabric of his hoodie, a heavy sigh escaped you, “I feel like all I’ve been doing my whole life is performing for other people, catering to other people, to the point that I don’t even know who I am. I’ve always been told all these great things about myself, but-” A hot tear rolled across the bridge of your nose, “I don’t believe them, at all. Everyone sees all this potential in me and it drives me crazy because I don’t see potential in myself.”

Your name rolled off of his tongue softly, with so much care and gentleness that it made your heart hurt more because he’d been part of the crowd singing your praises and you practically confessed that you didn’t believe him.

“Princess, my sweet, sweet girl…”

“C-Chris, I’m-”

“Please,” he cut you off with a gentle squeeze, “you already know what I’m gonna say if the next words out of that pretty mouth of yours are ‘I’m sorry’.”

Sighing softly, you accepted that fate as his right hand slid down your arm to take your hand in his, another gentle squeeze to remind you that he’s right here.

“I just... I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“Well,” Chris hummed softly, taking in the way your smaller fingers threaded between his own, “what is it you want to do?”

It was almost as if you stopped breathing, guilt and shame swirling around in your head at his question - the golden question everyone had, but never got the full answer to.

“...open heart?”

This time it was Chris’s turn to falter, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of your tear stained face. “Open heart, princess, always.”

Open heart, something you’d both established years ago in your relationship as a way of asking for full attention - reestablishing that you both were in a safe space with zero judgment, remaining heart to heart with one another.

“I-” You paused, fighting against the will of your mind wanting to keep yourself protected, from being seen. “I... I don't want to do anything…”

Before he even had the chance to breathe, you jumped into the defensive, “A-And I know that’s stupid- I’m in such a position so early on in my life and there’s so much I can do, but, baby, I’m at a point right now that I can’t see myself working a 9-5 for the next month, let alone another 40-or so years of my life!” Panic quickly began to set in as your thoughts ran a mile a minute, your brain begging you to stop but your heart pleading for you to get rid of this weight. “I can’t be a girl boss, I don’t want to be independent, I-I just wanna be taken care of and loved and supported - I wanna take care of all the things at home and be the one helping you reset after those stressful days. I wanna learn about myself and my hobbies and discover what kind of person I really am underneath all of these learned traits. And I’m sorry, I know, it’s pathetic, it’s shameful, it’s selfish to want to put all of this onto you-”

The sound of your name falling firm from his lips stopped you in your tracks, your blood running cold as you laid as still as you could be against him.

“Open heart means we can’t speak for each other, remember that rule?” His tone was softer, light and teasing, quelling the tinge of fear spoiling every word you spoke as you nodded. “Okay, good - now, can I say something, or would you like to continue?”

“Please say something, Channie.”

“Alright, first and foremost, don’t ever, ever call anything you want ‘stupid’ - your desires are what make you you, and that includes wanting that 24-inch green matcha squishmallow.”

He felt your body shake - short laugh, a huff of air, a sign that he was breaking through.

“Second, I don��t think you wanting to be provided for is pathetic or shameful or selfish - it takes a strong person to admit that, and at the end of the day I think that’s what everyone wants in their own special form; somewhere they feel safe, cared for, loved. And, you’re not putting it all on me,” he felt you tense, but his hand held firm to yours, “because I want to be that for you. I want to provide for you, take care of you, handle all the things that are too big and scary for you to figure out on your own. I want to give you the freedom to explore and be yourself, pursue what you want and don’t want to do - and if that makes you ‘selfish’ then, princess, I’m the most selfish person of them all.”

“You-” your voice cracked, throat raw and sore, “You don’t mean that, baby, please-”

“C’mere.” He huffed, pulling you up with him as he sat up before tapping your thigh, signaling for you to sit on his lap - and once you were situated, he cupped your face in his hands, “I would never lie to you, you hear me? Since the day we met I knew I wanted to do everything in my power to care for you, even when we were just friends and you would join the kids in teasing me about how old I was even though you weren’t too far off yourself.”

Your pouted lips morphed into a sad smile and he had to stop himself from cooing over how cute you looked, even with puffy eyes and an even puffier face.

“Plus, I’ve been taking care of seven other people for the better half of five years, what makes you think I don’t want to do the same for the love of my life?”

Teary eyes searched his for any sign of dishonesty, but all you found was overflowing truth and love, a fresh breath of acceptance cooling your lungs like drinking ice water after eating a mint.

“Open heart?” You murmured softly, taking his hands in your own before pulling them off of your, embarrassingly sore, face.

He nodded, ducking his head to press a fleeting kiss to your knuckles.

“I was always a little jealous of you, you know that?”

“Me?!”

The shocked squeak in his voice made a giggle, a genuine giggle, bubble up inside of you and you nodded in earnest.

“Yeah, you. I always felt like I was so far behind everyone around me when it came to having their passions in order, having their lives in order, and when I met you all I could think about was how sure of yourself you were - how you were able to follow through and actually do what you love for a living not only because people around you supported you, but because you believed in yourself.” Dropping your gaze to your entwined hands, you traced your thumbs along his knuckles, “You always knew what you wanted and you worked toward it - I always wished I could be like that, I still do.”

“Baby, you know you can’t-”

“-compare my life to yours, yeah, yeah, I know.”

He didn’t miss the lilt of playfulness highlighting your words, a smile finding its way to his face as he shot you a lighthearted glare, “No mocking! But, really, you shouldn’t - we come from completely different backgrounds, and if anything I’m more jealous of you than you are of me; there’s so many things you’ve done that I haven’t had the chance to experience.”

You let out an incredulous scoff, tilting your head inquisitively, “Like what? Work a draining part time job in the food industry?”

“Yes!” Though he was laughing, you could still hear the serious notes in his voice, “You got to work retail, you went on family vacations whenever you wanted, you fucking graduated college before I did!”

“Okay, first of all, all of my horror stories should deter you from ever wanting to become a retail employee in your near future!” Dropping his hand, you poked him in the chest with a faux glare, “Second, I guess you’ve got me there - between how often I’ve seen my family compared to you, I do win that spot… But that last one you definitely have over me, Mr. Double Major!”

“Oh shut up - you’re a graduate, I’m still in classes; you didn’t have to go from having practice at 8 but an exam due at 8:30, while still needing two demo tracks ready for the first listen at 10!”

The two of you dissolved into a mess of giggles and smiles, whatever tension remained melting away with each melodic sound that escaped you.

“Princess?”

You hummed, a soft smile settling on your lips, “Yeah, Channie?”

“Open heart,” Chris started warmly, deep brown eyes sparkling with a love only you could know, “I want you to know that I meant every word I said - I do want to take care of you, physically, mentally, financially, whatever way you’ll let me. And - not to sound cocky or anything, but I definitely make enough to support the both of us with no issue. Aside from that, I want to build a life with you - so if that life includes you being the hottest stay at home wife then it’s the best life I could’ve ever asked for because you’re in it.”

A wave of heat rushed over you as butterflies erupted in your stomach, “Stay at home wife, hm?”

Of course, you paid attention to everything else he said, but you didn’t think you’d be able to say anything on it without bursting into tears again.

“Would you prefer stay at home mom? I mean, you’ve already got seven kids calling you it anyways - and I can’t lie, it does have a nice ring to it.” He grinned, releasing your other hand to wind his arms around your waist, scooting your body closer to his.

Rolling your eyes at his less than subtle tease, you snaked your arms around his shoulders, nails playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck, “Let’s just start with stay at home girlfriend and see where we go from there, yeah?”

“So you’ll quit tomorrow?”

“Christopher!” You stood no chance in holding back the burst of laughter that escaped you, narrowly avoiding knocking your head against his as you shook with unabashed giggles, “Tomorrow? You sound like you’ve been waiting for this confession to come!”

“Baby, I was one more angry rant of your supervisor ‘springing last minute work onto you’ away from quitting for you.”

Reeling yourself back in, you leaned forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss, your world finally feeling like the pieces were slowly falling into place - or, at the very least, revealing themselves to you. “I love you, Christopher Bahng, wholly and truthfully, there’s no words in the entire galaxy to express how much you mean to me.”

He held you tight, pressing his forehead against yours with a soft sigh, “I love you more, more than you ever know, more than all the stars in this universe and the next. Whatever you decide, whatever you want, I’ll give it to you - just say the word.”

“Does that include ordering takeout for dinner tonight so we can keep cuddling?”

“Find a menu while I change?”

“Order it while I wash my face?”

“Deal.”

Everything sucked, sure, and there was still much left to figure out - but with Chris by your side, you realized that things could get better with an open mind and an open heart.

#stray kids angst #skz angst #bang chan x reader #bangchan x reader #bang chan angst #bangchan angst #bang chan fluff #bangchan fluff #tw mental health #mental health tw

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31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 31: Tyler Hoechlin to Derek Hale TF

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Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this Derek Hale Tf Marathon! It was so much fun to make, and I hope that you all liked what I put out!

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Actor Tyler Hoechlin filtered through some emails to waste time before he had to get ready. The actor was supposed to make an appearance at some celebrity Halloween party for photo ops. He wasn’t above taking a picture here and there, but he hadn’t even began to think about a costume, nor had his assistant just grabbed one for him.

“I could just wear a bedsheet and go as a ghost?” Tyler chuckled to himself, thinking that it’d be so lame that it’d be good.

He deleted several emails from casting agents who thought that he’d be great in one of their low-budget horror movies that was supposed to go straight to steaming services. Tyler couldn’t help but grimace at doing anything horror related.

After spending so many years being cast as Derek Hale on Teen Wolf, the last thing he wanted to do was something spooky-ish, lest he risk being typecasted. Already, the actor played Superman on Superman & Lois, but he still had several people on the street referring to him as “Derek”. Of course, Tyler was grateful that so many fans appreciated his work on the MTV series, but there was a part of him that was ready to let the role go.

Which was why he’d frowned deeply at the email from Jeff Davis, the creator of Teen Wolf. Tyler begrudgingly clicked on it, scanning it a little until he got to the reason for the reaching out:

“…MTV is interested in rebooting the Teen Wolf series, and after the negative reception of the movie, the producers have decided not to count it as canon. Can we count on you to return as Beacon Hills’s resident Alpha, Derek Hale?”

Not even bothering to respond to it, Tyler moved the mouse towards the garbage icon to delete it. Before he could click it, his laptop screen flickered and an odd electric shock sparked out, actually shocking Tyler.

The actor recoiled his hand at the sensation, the electric shock sending a tingling feeling throughout the rest of his body for a brief moment.

“What the hell?” Tyler wondered aloud. He closed his laptop and shoved himself away from his desk, making a mental note to buy a new laptop tomorrow since his was obvious short-circuiting.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed, seeing that he was supposed to start getting ready for the party. Tyler rubbed his temples and walked towards the bathroom so that he could start getting ready.

As he undressed, the actor could feel a little apprehension starting to seep into his bones about attending the party. The normally social Tyler Hoechlin, for some unknown reason, began to frown at the thought of being at a stuffy Halloween party that was going to be packed with people, wall to wall. The thought of being trapped in a room, shoulder to shoulder, with other people made Tyler shudder, and he began to think of reasons to bail. He thought that it was odd, but he chalked it up to his social battery just being abnormally low that night.

Still, Tyler told himself that he couldn’t just be a no-show. He’d promised his friend and previous costar, Dylan O’Brien, that he’d show up and the two could catch up over a drink.

Tyler could’ve sworn that his heart started to race in his chest for some reason, his limbs tingling with excitement. “What’s going on?” he mumbled to himself, confused as to why he seemed to be so giddy to see Dylan. “It’s just Stiles. I saw him last week…”

He coughed and cleared his throat, having no clue why he’d accidentally referred to Dylan as his old character, Stiles. Tyler shook it off and hopped into the shower. As he bathed, Tyler couldn’t seem to get Dylan out of his head.

“What is going on with me?” he asked himself, wondering why he couldn’t get the man’s dimples out of his mind. What was even weirder to the man was that his cock started to plump up, sticking straight out in front of him.

Tyler had never had a gay thought in his life, and despite seeing all of the Sterek fan art online, he’d never entertained the thought of him and Dylan together. Yet, for some unknown reason, the more he pictured his toned, mole-spotted body, his cock throbbed even harder.

“Fuck it,” Tyler grunted as he wrapped his fingers around his cock, pumping away.

Tyler was so lost in the pleasure that rippled throughout his body as he jerked off, bellowing out low moans the entire time. His free hand ran over his muscled chest, his fingers running through the thick pelt of chest hair—

“Wh-what?” Tyler grunted as he looked down, still playing with his throbbing cock as he stared down at his previously smooth chest. Despite having just shaved his pecs earlier that morning for some pictures as the smooth-chested Superman, Tyler’s chest was now covered in thick, black chest hair. The hairs covered his meaty pecs and ran down his stomach, connecting to his bush by a noticeable happy trail. “What the hell’s goin’ on?”

Tyler’s confusion was briefly forgotten when all of his large muscles tensed up, and his cock erupted with a spray of cum, shooting a large load against the linoleum of his shower.

The stud was left panting, leaning against the other wall of the shower as he tried to catch his breath. Tyler ran a shaky hand through his wet hair, trying to piece together the fact that not only was his chest hairy, but he’d also just jerked off to another guy— one of his past costars at that.

“I guess Stiles is kinda cute,” he begrudgingly muttered, flinching for a second. “Um, I mean Dylan.”

Tyler finished up his shower and dried himself off in a daze, struggling to wrap his head around what was going on. He knew that something was up, but whenever he tried to concentrate on it, a new growing part of his brain told him not to worry about it. Even as he dried off his hairy chest, his panic that he knew should’ve been there was barely audible.

The actor was puzzling over it as he lumbered back to his bedroom to get dressed. He opted to grab a nice designer suit of out his closet, one that was supposed to make him look like 007. Yet, when Tyler pulled on the white button shirt, he huffed in irritation over how tight it felt.

“Damn it,” he grunted, unable to close the top four buttons of the shirt over his broad chest muscles. He tried his best to suck in his stomach in order to make himself smaller, but his fuzzy pecs were too large to fit into the tiny shirt. His wide back muscles were far too wide, and his biceps threatened to tear the expensive fabric to shreds. Tyler could’ve sworn that the shirt had fit him perfectly at the store, yet now it was at least two sizes too small for him.

With an annoyed huff, Tyler tossed the shirt to the floor and stomped over to his wardrobe to find something that would fit over his muscles. As he stared at the expensive clothes in his closet, Tyler couldn’t help but feel a large bubble of animosity start to form in his gut. The thought of parading around in such garish and over-priced threads was almost repulsive to him.

Without a second thought, Tyler hurried over to his dresser and yanked on a tight, gray tank top that barely fit over his large muscles. He pulled on some worn blue jeans that hugged his butt nicely. As the finishing piece, Tyler snatched a black leather jacket out of his closet and shrugged it on, feeling much more at home in it than he would some brand name suit.

Tyler paused to look at himself in the mirror before exiting his house, noting that he looked like he was wearing his usual outfit that his character Derek Hale wore on the set of Teen Wolf. He snickered and rolled his eyes, but then gasped.

“What the hell…?” his voice trailed off when he leaned in closer to the mirror, his eyes honing in on his teeth. As impossible as it seemed, Tyler could’ve sworn that his canines were bigger. They stood out much more prominently than the rest of his teeth, looking like the actor was wearing caps over them, trying to make them look larger and sharper. “I, uh, I guess these are supposed to be the sharper teeth… Shit!”

Tyler jerked back in surprise at the way his smooth, freshly shaven chin was now covered in a trimmed beard. The way his sideburns connected to it indicated that Tyler must’ve been growing out his facial hair over the course of a few days, maybe even weeks. However, he knew for a fact that he’d shaved his face not even an hour ago, letting him know that something was indeed wrong.

In disbelief, the hairier hunk grabbed at the hairs covering his chin, shocked that they were real and attached to him.

His heart began to race in his beefy chest, but he was quickly distracted when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Despite himself, Tyler snatched it out and glanced at the screen, his stomach doing flips when he read that it was a text from Stiles/Dylan.

Hey! I’m at the party! You’re coming, right? it read.

Tyler couldn’t ignore the giddy excitement that rippled through him, and he caught himself smiling like a goofball, his larger canines poking out of his mouth.

On my way, he responded, grabbing his keys and leaving his house.

Tyler rushed over to his garage and opened the door, not even thinking twice before hopping into his black Camaro instead of his Tesla before he sped down the street towards the party, eager to see Stiles— or Dylan.

He floored the gas pedal as he rushed to the party, irritated when he hit a red light. Tyler groaned impatiently and rested his head against the headrest in irritation. His eyes glanced towards the rearview mirror, and Tyler gasped at what he saw.

He almost tore the rearview mirror off of its fixture as he leaned closer, seeing that his brow appeared much more prominent than it should’ve. That, and his eyebrows were missing for some reason. His ears had elongated, ending in points that protruded far off his head.

Tyler ran a disbelieving hand over his facial features, feeling ridiculous. He had just enough awareness to recall looking in the mirror on the set of Teen Wolf, seeing the same exact look whenever he was made up into Derek Hale’s beta form. Yet, he could feel the nerve endings whenever he touched his new canine ears, paling at what that indicated—

HONK!

The car behind him blared its horn as the light turned green, snapping Tyler out of his panic.

Tyler just bared his teeth in the mirror and continued on his way. All of the cars on the road, the bright lights of the city, and the too poppy songs on the radio all seemed to get under the stud’s skin, and a firm scowl planted itself onto his handsome face.

It wasn’t long until Tyler pulled up in front of a large convention center that had a valet service up front. He stopped and got out of his Camaro, unable to hold back the intimidating snarl when he tossed the valet his keys.

“There better not be a scratch on it when I get back,” he muttered, noting the deeper quality to his voice. He cleared his throat as he walked up towards the entrance where a large bouncer stood, clipboard in hand.

“Name?” the bouncer asked.

“Derek Hale,” Tyler answered automatically, flinching and clearing his throat again. “Sorry about that, my name’s Der— er, Tyler Hoechlin.” He didn’t know why saying his name seemed like some Herculean feat, the actor having to clench his fists in order to get it out of his mouth.

The bouncer simply looked down at the list on the clipboard before nodding and ushering Tyler inside.

Tyler rubbed at his temples as he tried to piece together what was happening. However, the second he stepped foot inside, all of his senses appeared to have heightened as they were all assaulted at once.

Tyler winced at the onslaught of stimuli: the lights in the room were far too bright and he had to nearly squint in order to adjust his sight; the music was blaring out of the speakers, blasting at a near deafening volume; and the stench of overpriced alcohol singed his nostrils, making him grimace. The stud was ready to about face until a familiar scent wafted by.

It took a few seconds for Tyler to realize that he’d been sniffing at the air like a search dog, blushing once he’d been made aware of the other celebrities eying him confusedly. Still, the familiar smell of curly fries alerted him to someone else’s presence, and he found himself barreling through the crowd towards the source.

Tyler’s gaze honed in on Stiles, the cute guy standing over by one of the tables. He was dressed in a suit that had a red coat that made Tyler’s heart flutter in his chest. Immediately, he felt his scowl starting to loosen up the slightest bit, and the more he approached, the quicker Tyler noticed the other guy talking to Stiles.

“Grrr…” Tyler growled out of instinct. As soon as the animalistic sound left his lips, the shocked stud slapped a hand over his mouth. He had no idea why he’d literally just growled like a dog, but once he looked back over at Stiles and the other man talking, he couldn’t prevent the sound from uttering from his lips once more, his large chest vibrating from the noise.

Stiles picked up on the noise and looked over in his direction, smiling and waving him over. “Hey!” he called.

Tyler ceased growling and couldn’t prevent the wide smile from growing on his face as he hurried over to his boyfriend— or past costar. As Tyler was trying to figure out why he was so eager to see the other guy, he wasn’t even aware of the fact that he wrapped a possessive arm around Stiles’s waist, pulling the smaller guy closer into him.

Stiles turned to the other man. “Jeff, you remember Derek, right?” he asked before furrowing his brow in confusion.

The other guy just looked over at Tyler and nodded. “I sure do,” he grinned, holding out his hand for Derek to shake.

At first, the werewolf just sneered at the other man’s hand, jealousy still coursing through his veins. However, after a slight nudge from Stiles, Derek begrudgingly took it and squeezed it tightly, enjoying the slight wincing from the other man. “Nice to meet you,” he grunted.

Jeff didn’t look too fazed. “As I was telling Dylan, er, Stiles over here,” he said, “I was hoping to hear more about your stories in Beacon Hills. I’m with a large production company that would love to—”

“Not interested,” Derek interrupted, having absolutely zero desire to have his pack’s business advertised in any manner. He was as anti-social as they came, and the idea of talking to some big shot production guy made his headache grow.

Jeff frowned. “…yeah, I guess I did write him like this…”

Derek ignored that, and instead held on tightly to Stiles as he led him out of the crowd of people and towards the exit. They left the convention center and handed the valet the ticket.

“Der,” Stiles piped up, looking just as confused as he was, “um, how the hell did we get in LA?”

Derek’s brow furrowed too as he scratched at the back of his head. He felt like something was wrong, hearing some quiet voice in the back of his head that said that he wasn’t an alpha werewolf. For a brief second, his hairy muscles felt far too big and he wondered why he was so turned on by another man. However, the voice was immediately silenced when Stiles interlocked his fingers with his.

“No fuckin’ clue,” Derek finally said, shaking his head as he took the keys back from the valet. He and Stiles got into the Camaro, and Derek sped down the street back towards Beacon Hills.

The alpha werewolf rested his arm around the headrest of Stiles’s seat, the motion making his large biceps stretch his leather jacket slightly. Stiles leaned in closer to him, resting his head on his broad shoulder. Derek couldn’t help but puff out his hairy chest with pride, his inner wolf howling with content.

Derek Hale smiled widely, absolutely loving his life.

#31 days of derek hale #Derek Hale #Derek Hale TF #dylan o'brien #Sterek #stiles stilinski #Teen Wolf #Werewolf #Werewolf TF #Character TF #Muscle #Musclegrowth #Hairy #straight to gay

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Maxo’s End of Stream Key Points.

Where he talks about his character, what it means to be dead in the QSMP, and what could probably happen in the future!

The only thing the federation couldn’t control was me; how I die.

Chat: “You can return to QSMP as a ghost!” Yeah, I’m gonna think about it…

I feel a bit upset because I wanted to reach the ship and say my goodbyes to everyone. I wouldn’t get on the boat tho.

Chat: “Cellbit, Mouse and BBH didn’t make it either.” The only thing I know is I’m dead, and that’s what I want for my lore.

I don’t have anything scripted (for the future). I’m gonna miss QSMP, but because I take rp too seriously, there’s no turning back. Yeah, I can maybe go back as a ghost and haunt people, but not as Cubito Maxo.

The rest may survive because they want to keep playing QSMP, but I say my character is dead and he’s dead because he died in an explosion. If dying means not being able to return to QSMP, it’s fine.

Going out without saying goodbye is what makes me mostly upset. (Reads chat) Do a tape? As if I did it a long time ago? I didn’t thought about that. That’s a good idea. I’m gonna ask the Admins.

I would’ve liked to do the tapes these last days, but I wasn’t thinking of committing suicide before. I didn’t know what was going to happen. (The only thing I knew) was that my character was desperate.

Dono: It would be cool if you could return as an old island survivor who helps the others to- That’s something I don’t get to decide, this is not my series. I can offer it, but that doesn’t mean it fits. I can’t go and say ‘I’m gonna return as a survivor’ because it doesn’t mean it can fit (in the story).

For the Federation to take the bomb away from me and me dying is a way to show how powerful it can be. This kind of thing is necessary in roleplay.

There’s people who liked Purgatory, but I don’t like when I have to gain points. My thing is roleplay. Purgatory was full hardcore, and it’s tiring for me to farm points. When Aypierre killed me for rp reasons, I was like, ‘look what you’ve done all because of some points’ (I think he’s referring to the other players having a discussion because of his dead)

If my character had to kill BBH… (groans) I can’t, he’s my friend. I can’t switch my mind because of some points. It didn’t fit me or my character and that’s why I didn’t log in. I was going to get frustrated eventually.

If I went through the island saying ‘don’t kill, don’t kill’, they’re going to say ‘look at this hippie mf smoking weed’.

(Reads chat) What do you mean Purgatory 2? I can’t believe it. At least we are dead (laughs). I prefer the other island.

There’s something lore related that I’m really happy about; Quackity accepting he works for the Federation. I mean– everyone suspected it, but there was people still denying it.

(While laughing) Dude, I took the detonator out and no one listened. I mean, yes, there was people roleplaying and asking me what was it. But it was bad timing, there’re too many interactions. Improvising is hard because not everything is perfectly done as in your head. But I was trying to tell them that I had a bomb, but it the end they stole my bomb’s wi-fi.

Tbh, I was already tired of Minecraft. I played almost every day in the QSMP, I needed a rest. In a way, it’s sorta like vacations, only that I can’t return as Maxo Cubito. I will have to return as Maxo Ritual Challenge or Maxo Mutation Zombie. I think I would have a better time with that kinda role.

(Reading chat saying he was evil) I don’t think I made an Evil Maxo rp, because I never wanted to detonate the bomb. What I wanted to do was to negotiate and get everyone out of the island because I love them. I wanted to scape and then detonate it behind us, y’know?

I find interesting the ending, I liked it.

I will make some tapes, so they realize I’m dead and wanted to say goodbye to them.

There’s people happy about my dead because they don’t like QSMP, but honestly, QSMP is really entertaining, it’s really fun, and behind it there’s really cool people. Every time I logged on I was always laughing. Things didn’t go my way, it was catastrophic, but as a roleplayer, I have to accept what is put in front of me.

The night is young. Even though there are tribulations like my dead, we have to overcome things, move forward and enjoy life. Who knows when I’ll play Minecraft again. Maybe tomorrow, maybe never- no, no never (tries to not laugh). No never. Maybe within a year. Maybe in two. But one day I will return.

(Quick reminder English is not my first language. Sorry for any typos or whatnots)

#qsmp #qsmp purgatory #qsmp translations #qsmp maxo #qsmp maximus #maximus

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kiwibirb1 · 8 days

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hhh still not sure on names but whatever greying wings introduction to meetup au (it does not go great) (remember party refers to the entire group bc d&d is built into my soul) (name ref here) (Also, GW!girls are referred to as their nicknames from the get go here but they dont actually get or use them until later)

uh this got long so theres a break now

*The entire party is chilling in a clearing, when suddenly loud wingbeats sound overhead. Everyone immediately stands up, grabbing whatever weapons they have, expecting herons to descend upon them. Instead, something falls out of the sky, a whirlwind of black feathers crashing down with a shout. Everyone looks at each other in confusion, attention returning to the creature as it groans and stands up, black wings stretching out to their full capacity. It brushes itself off, looking up to the sky, seemingly unaware of the people surrounding it. More wingbeats sound, and it smiles up at something it sees, waving and calling out.*

Black(GW!Marcy): Sorry guys, I tripped on something! *Faint shouts come from the sky, something along the lines of "How do you trip while flying!?", and it laughs, finally taking in it's surroundings. It makes eye contact with Psych, and freezes, wings immediately drawing inwards, becoming nearly invisible in the blink of an eye.* Black: O-oh. Sorry. I didn't see you. U-um, don't worry, I'm with a pure- Vagabond: Another one!? Seriously!? How many alternate universes are there? WV!Marcy: Even the core doesn't know that. Black: Uh, am I interrupting something or- *Their [Black] gaze travels to WV!Marcy, and they suddenly breaks off in speech.* You look just like me! But you don't have wings, I didn't think that was possi- *Their speech gets cut off once again, but this time it is by flurry of white and grey feathers, which fall away to reveal two girls, looking to be around 15, just like the first, standing protectively over the black-haired one.* Grey(GW!Sasha): They're with us. Wait- who the fuck are you and why do you look exactly like Anne? *She points her newly drawn sword at Sapphire, eyes narrowed in a glare. White(GW!Anne), places a hand on her shoulder, but her eyes are hardened as well, widening as she looks around the camp.* White: You all look like us. But some of you are old. And none of you have wings. *Heron steps forward, and Grey and White step back, wings spreading as if to hide Black, who's head peeks out curiously, but seems comfortable hidden behind them. Heron: Am sure yer all confused, we all were at firs'. Te start off, Am going to assume yer names are Sasha, Anne, and Marcy? *Grey nods slowly, sword point lowering slightly.* Wonderful. So are we. That damned cat- Domino: Heron your supposed to call it the Guardian, only the other Annes know it's a cat. Heron: Yeah yeah whatever the weird deity thing decided to throw us all together for shits and giggles and Ah guess yer the most recent additions. Black: Why are you Scottish? Heron: WHY DOES EVERYONE SAY THAT?? ToaF!Anne: Yeah yeah we know Heron's Scottish it's weird anyway more importantly you guys got wings? That's cool as shit! How'd you get them? And why are they different colors? *At this comment, Black seems to draw her wings even closer to herself, ducking back down.* White: Uh, everyone has wings? Grey: None of your business. *The clearing goes quiet at the opposing answers, while Grey and White glare at each other.* White: Do you want to get darker? Grey: Oh yeah let's not talk about how grey you were before it reset you huh? *They start to bicker, and Black hesitantly moves away from them, still standing at a distance from the rest of the group. CF!Marcy waves at them, dragging her own girls over as well. Black steps to the side slightly, wings somehow pulling in even smaller, but they doesn't outright leave.* CF!Marcy: Hi, I'm [GIVE ME NAME SUGGESTIONS PLEASE], this is Mouse and [CF!Sasha]. Your's fight a lot too, huh? Black: U-uh yeah, they do, even though we're not really supposed to. They always forgive each other.. afterwards though... *They trail off, eyes locked on the other's wings* CF!Sasha: Okay since neither of them answered, why are your guy's wings different colors? Just like a normal wing-person thing? *Black winces, but sighs, answering.* Black: First, we're angels, not "wing-people". And when you sin, your feathers grey, but it can be undone if you're forgiven. That's why Sasha's are so dark. Anne got reset by the Guardian, which is why she's nearly pure white. Mouse: Okay, but why are you black? Black: ...I was getting to that. When you commit an unforgivable sin, or at least one that is perceived as so, you fall. Black wings are the mark of a fallen angel. CF!Sasha: Damn, what did- *CF!Marcy cuts her off, as Black folds her wings inwards, over her head.* CF!Marcy: I want you to think long and hard about the common factor. CF!Sasha: Oh. Sorry. Black: It... It's fine, I'm used to it. This is actually the uh best reaction I've gotten so...

#yeah black is not having a good time as a fallen angel.#kiwi's au meetup #greying wings au #only those two bc its their intro thing #i have been writing this all night i am beat phew

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do…. do you have any phandrow headcanons… and/or headcanons about phantom and woodrow seperately…. smiles politely

Sure, I guess it's time to share some things that I've tought until now for these two!

Something about Woodrow that I don't think I've shared yet:

Him and Sweetlopek are best friends since elementary school. Sweetlopek defended him from bullies and Woodrow helped him with literature homework. Everyone in town started calling them "the disaster duo" as kids due to Woodrow's jinx and Sweetlopek's fondness for sharp things.

His cloud Jinx is the one constantly above his house. A small portion of it can detach to follow him everywhere, even on other planets, altought it's not really know how it gets there as it isn't allowed anywhere inside, even a spaceship.

He's trans. He briefly went to live with Sweetlopek after his top surgery so he could get some help from his friend while he recovered (yes he got a cone of shame too, lmao). His little cloud Jinx refused to stay outside so the two Rabbids agreed to let it in to watch over its owner. Jinx probably tought Woodrow was injured like after the ship accident, but it seemed deligthed when its owner looked really happy instead.

He can't keep his hair combed, no matter how much hair conditioner, oil or hair straightener he will always have a cowlick.

Rabbids' skeletons are very weird and able to collapse (like a mouse's). Woodrow's one after the ship accident is more messed up. He can basically do a 180 Exorcist style, but with his torso and he can be stretched out without being hurt.

Little about Phantom, why not?

He sincerely tought he was straight. Then between Bea's backup dancer (yes, I headcanon him as male for this now, lol) and then Woodrow he realized he's bi.

He's afraid of chandeliers. What if one crashes on his head?? (I know in the og Phantom of the Opera the chandelier doesn't fall on the Phantom, but I think our Phantom needs an irrational fear, plus it's a funny reference to that scene)

He makes flower orders from Terra Flora under a false name. He could buy flowers from another place, but he adores Bea's compositions. Even if he'll never admit it.

And now Phandrow moments!

Phantom and Woodrow are the couple who lose all their braincells when they are together.

Woodrow is the guy who could set on fire even a salad when cooking, meanwhile Phantom is a pretty good cook. He's also a grandma when it comes to food, so he cooks a lot and if youre not hungry, well you are, lol. After they moved in together Woodrow gained a bit of weight.

Phantom loves playing with makeup. Woodrow was never a fan, but in one of their "no braincells found" moments, he agreed to have Phantom do his makeup. He gave him a moustache with eyeliner and Woodrow bursted laughing saying he looked like his father. He then proceeded to keep it for the day to confuse everyone in town.

In one of their anniversaries together they both had the idea to gift eachother a rubber ducky dressed up as themselves.

Woodrow likes to have his back cracked (it's not a surprise with that posture, lol). When he needs to he would hold onto something while Phantom pulls his legs until it goes "crack!". As said, Woodrow's bones are weird so he can stretch without harm. It's while Phantom stretched him a little bit too far accidentally exposing his butt, that he found out Woodrow wears pumpkin printed underwear, lol.

Phantom is able to fix Woodrow's permanent cowlick. It takes more hair conditioner than Phantom uses (and he uses a lot of it), so it's only done for special occasions.

Phantom writes songs based on the poems that Woodrow reads him. Depending on how many words from the poem he uses in the song, when sung it can have more or less of the poem's effects.

Sometimes they start writing random things before they go to sleep. They often continue writing even while in bed until one of them fall asleep.

Phantom is a night owl and Woodrow an early bird. Phantom makes sure Woodrow falls asleep peacefully while cuddling him and he's usually the one that puts in order the things they used while writing. In the morning Woodrow will snuggle up on still asleep Phantom, combing his hair with his hand while waiting for him to wake up. He only has to make sure no rhyme leave his mouth as he already startled awake Phantom once making a framed picture fall on his head (don't worry Phantom has a very hard head, lol).

Phantom purrs very frequently and very loudly. Before Phantom, Woodrow has never been heard purr by anyone, not even Sweetlopek. He does indeed purr, but only when he's writing when he's very inspired and he does it very softly.

[These two are going to give me diabetes, I have to go punch a wall now AFHABJSWD]

#rabbid #rabbids #mario rabbids #mario + rabbids #mario+rabbids #sparks of hope #rabbid phantom #rabbid woodrow #tom phan #phantom of the bwahpera #phandrow #ask

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Hi! Really big fan of your art. Really love the dynamism (I don't know if that's a word? Sorry ^^;) of your Humanformers and how their designs are all so different!

I'm trying to get back into drawing (I used to draw so much as a kid, really fell off the wagon when I went into college), and I was wondering... how do you deal with the frustration of pieces not turning out the way you picture them? I get so discouraged sometimes when my skills just aren't quite up to snuff for what my brain wants to do. How do you stay motivated to keep at it?

Hello hello and thank you very much for your kind words!

Honestly you’ve got to find a way to love the process, to just see something come to life in your hands even though it’s imperfect. Embrace that imperfection as a reflection of who you are and your development as an artist at that point—a lot of old art before you get to a point where you’re happy does mirror a part of you and your influences at that period, like a little time-back machine.

Keep drawing even though you’re not ‘there yet’. Give your art a little story and narrative so the technical aspects of it are not all you have to go on. I know a lot of local artist friends who just draw things without a story or narrative, and when they cannot get it ‘right’, it inevitably feels harsher because the critic in you will see it as ‘hollow’.

You not being able to 100% put the things in your head on paper is actually a good thing—you’re already able to visualise, your body naturally needs to play catch-up with your head.

So asides giving it a little story or narrative, look to people and IP which inspire you for reference. I keep telling people this—if you’re not at a point where you can freely draw without reference, use a reference—hell, trace if you have to (practice only) to build muscle memory.

Finding a core group of art friends who mutually support each other is also invaluable. I started out a 14-year-old with shitty but determined and lovingly-made MSPaint and Mouse Neopet doodles, I can’t imagine how my progress would have been if I didn’t have a little group on the site who were genuinely charmed at what I managed to accomplish with the roughest of tools and kept cheering me on (I was entering those damn Beauty Contests and I did not care that other pieces were prettier the mine).

Last of all, remember the audience you’re drawing for first and foremost—you. Draw what you love, draw self-indulgent shit, because the best way to motivate yourself is “I WANT IT THAT WAY” and actually clawing to get it that way. There’s a running joke that so many fan artists get good at anatomy because “I NEED to see X and Y DOING THIS THING”, it’s that simple/silly and that’s the energy you need to embrace.

My first year college lecturer told students about my portfolio project something along the lines of “She’s not technically sound, but you can see that she LOVES what she’s doing, and that’s the kind of passion you need”.

So keep drawing to build muscle memory and storytelling to give even rough art a soul, and embrace that imperfection as just a snapshot in time. Of course you can do better, everyone can, but use that as a motivator, more of a “HELL YES IM GONNA DO THAT” instead of a “Why can’t I do that”. It’s a matter of perspective too!

#Oni Speaks

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There were very clear differences between False and False, thank you very much. The main one was the googles, and the one everybody quickly refered to when trying to distinguish them.

The ability to sleep in complete silence was another one, False of Cogsmead found out after talking to her doppelganger.

The night was so quiet, in fact, that in rare moments of concentration False could hear the sound of golems being burnt into ingots, way too many blocks away. Jimmy, instead, was quiet as a mouse and did not let a single sound out, even while sleeping in the same room.

It made False uncomfortable. Someone so quiet, even in his sleep... if he really wanted, he could kill her before she even realised.

But he wouldn't, she scolded her brain. Jimmy was a friend, and friends didn't murder each other.

Katherine had promised so, at least.

Not if the other didn't want them to.

And Jimmy definetely was a friend. He had offered her to stay in Tumble Town if she needed to, and was even here, keeping an eye for her!

On her.

Tomato, Tomatoes.

They had all agreed it was for both Falses' protection.

(except the Falses, of course)

But, while False the Hermit had confessed her how much she had been needing a quiet place to catch sleep, False of Cogsmead had never been one to go down easy, and truth be told, the silence was just an excuse.

If it wasn't the silence, then it would be the noise, and if neither, then the promise of nightmares, or the faint sound of a clock ticking that she knew was waiting for her as soon as she fell unconscious.

(She shouldn't be hearing the tick any longer. That one was probably an invention of her sleep deprived brain)

(if there was something False hated, then it was a vicious cycle)

Most of her sleeping hours nowadays consisted on her fainting, but nobody had to know that. She was being too much of a burden right now, with everyone taking turns to make sure she wasn't alone, and there were only so many enchantments she could offer in return.

With how indebted she was becoming, her economy was a dead man walking at this point.

But, there was someone out there she didn't owe, and she could be (almost) sure no longer wanted to see her dead.

Someone who, right now, was laying on a white bed just a few blocks away from her.

False looked at Jimmy. The last thing she wanted to do was worry him, or get him in trouble. She wasn't supposed to go see her, that was the whole point of this arrangement.

But she really wanted to.

False had been on her own since she had memory, and she had been fine. One more secret wasn't going to hurt. Blind eyes led to a healthy heart, right?

Sure.

This time, instead of throwing a paper between the fences of the window, she half shouted, half whispered at her to open up.

And, as she had guessed, she did.

Unlike a couple of days ago, False The Hermit looked like she had been in bed for a long while, most of her usual attire discarded and eyes heavy with sleep. Her hair was a mess, too, and she realized her head was devoided of her usual googles.

For a brief moment panic seized her, because she wasn't wearing hers either, and how were people meant to distinguish them like that? But then she realized how dumb it was to worry about it now, given the context, and let her anxiety fade away.

"Did you need something?" False asked her, after a while, and she realised she had been staring.

False Of Cogsmead shook her head, trying to get her ideas in order. "No. I mean, yes. Well, not really, I- uh..."

She just stared at her while she tried to come up with a response. At some point, she must have walked out of the tower, because she was now holding False by the side of her arms, waiting for her to let her talk.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" It seemed like a simple enough question to start.

False sighed, taking a step away from her hold and towards the edge of the bridge.

When she had built it, she had thought that there couldn't possibly be a better view of her empire. Her opinion hadn't changed since.

"I'm anxious all the time, and I think it's even worse than before. Because then at least I had something to worry about, but now..." she made a gesture with her hands.

"Now?" False encouraged.

"Now it just feels like I'm just waiting for people to turn on me without doing anything. Do you... Does it happen to you?"

She had to be honest, right?

"Not really" she responded.

"Ah"

"But," False continued, "to be fair, for having only like two months worth of memories, you had a rough time. I think it's understandable"

The hermit bumped lightly against her side, trying to cheer her up.

"Do you think someone is after you?"

That was a good question to ask someone who couldn't sleep because of paranoia, right? False was definetely not making it worse, right? Right?

False of Cogsmead laughed.

For the love of crafting, please let that be a good sign.

"Literally everyone," she told her with a grin that did not make the other False feel any better. "Well..."

The hermit pressed at her grimace. "What?"

"I'm not anxious about you turning on me, which is ironic because out of everyone you were the one with most chances of trying to kill me" She pointed at the spy tower at their side. "I... I think it's because of it. Like, everyone keeps telling me about how they are my friends and all, but you know. You never know if they really mean it, or why they say that kind of thing when- My point is, you? I feel like at least I would see it coming"

False blinked at the confession, trying to think of something at least sort of apropiate to respond.

"I feel honored," she finally settled for.

The emperor laughed.

#empires smp #empires 2 #falsesymmetry #false and false and a lack of sleep #false and false refuse to interact in cannon so im going to force them #hey look theres another one #but they are so different in cannon i love them #e!false: they told me they consider me a friend so i always carry a bucket of milk in case they try to kill me with a harming potion #h!false: *unsheats sword at the minest provocation*#empirescraft #hermpires #empires x hermitcraft

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-yeets at u-/jj

"I don't think you really understand me"

"I understand you just fine, but do you truly understand yourself?"

Carrie narrowed her eyes at Mr. Charming.

He was a rising villain (or did he call himself a hero..? His alignment was lost to her). She spotted him plenty of times beforehand, but personally, they hadn’t spoken much other than right now.

He said he wanted a word with her. No way she was letting her guard down until she beat him. Still after she wouldn't..

Given how he treated the other villains she was mentally prepared for a fight. Not a lecture about ethics. And sure wasn't expecting him to be bandaging her arm. If she wasn't in so much pain right now, she would have declined. There was something SO FAMILIAR and yet NOT so familiar about him. Try and try as she might, she couldn't figure out why. She'd be lying if she wasn't the least curious about the owl man.

Unfortunately her curiosity lead her into many bad situations that she could have easily avoided otherwise. It was a burning desire that wanted to be fed. NEEEDED to be fed.The cat had questions and the owl claimed he had answers.

Still didn't mean she'd trust him however.

“What is THAT supposed to mean, precisely?” She hissed, feeling her hands grip her pants legs, “Nothing much,” he replied as he continued to wrap her wounded arm, actually impressed she could have such a tight grip after getting a rather large splinter pulled out.

"All Im saying is everyone here is pretty deep in this. ‘I’ have a clear head about my reason.” The man tied off the bandage, “You on the other hand,” he lightly smacked her arm making her flinch and growl at him, “Have some pretty rosey glasses pulled over those doe eyes of yours, and I'm pretty sure they're blinding you.”

Mr. Charming stared her down pretty calmly, meanwhile Carrie stared back, looking ready to deck him. He managed to hit more than a physical sore spot, but an emotional one too. He was hard to read and not because of the mask he wore…or rather the physical one anyways. For some reason it aggravated her.

“Do you really understand what’s going on, or are you just following a guy, like a dog on a leash?”

“Are you accusing me of wagging my tail for someone…?” She snarled, her fingers starting to itch, wanting to SCRATCH.

“Not what I said…” He grabbed her nose between his forefinger and thumb, shaking it around like someone would do with a child. “I saw how you fight, you're like a wild animal breaking out of a cage,” Carrie snapped at his fingers when he pulled his hand away, just barely missing skin.

“But socially, you play the false role you built pretty well.” He flicked her forehead, and Carrie honestly couldn’t believe this was happening. “So I find it weird how easily you follow someone like that parasite.”

He was referring to Dr. Two brains. She didn't know what his disdain for the mouse scientist was. frankly she didn't care to know. as selfish as it sounded she had her own set of problems to deal with. And she was certain neither one of them could even begin to try and help.

Hence why she wanted to be left alone. Now if only someone would get that message.

“What business is this of yours, precisely?” She asked, nudging his leg roughly, the swing just short of a kick. She didn’t appreciate him treating her like a child. She kicked him again. Petty? Yes. Did she care?

Nope.

“Guess it isn’t,” she kicked him again. Nope, she definitely didn’t care, “But I just thought,” kick,“I’d give some advice-” kick, kick. He shook his head at her petty behavior, took a deep breath and stepped back out of her reach.

“-To a lady whose already pretty mess up in that pretty head of hers.” The masked man reached over, putting a gloved hand on her head and rustled the woman’s already messy hair, he felt her lean towards his hand.

However she pulled back suddenly making a hiss under her breath. Mr. Charming wouldn’t say she couldn’t be intimidating, but he knew how to keep a clear head, even when someone is being difficult. Especially one who was acting like a brat…

Amazing. I love your rendition to him and how he is acting towards Carrie. What do you think her reaction will be when she sees Mr. Charming's face?

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #experimental cheese #or golden cheese in this case #yeah that is what I am calling the mr. charming x carrie ship #dr two brains #melodythebunny #her oc carrie #answered ask

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Walt Disney Company

Walt Disney Company was created by Walt Disney and Roy O. Disney on October 16, 1923. The original name started as Disney Brother's studio. Then it became Walt Disney production and finished as “The Walt Disney Company” in 1986. What had started the thought of it all was when Walt Disney created Oswald the lucky rabbit. Creating 26 cartoons but then realized he did not own the rights to Oswald the distributor did. Walt then came up with a new character named Mickey Mouse. He was unable to sell it, though due to it being a silent film. On his third try, he made it have synchronized sound, which was immediately popular with cartoons. While cartoons gain popularity, Disney staff found that merchandising the characters was an additional source of revenue. Like dolls, dishes, toothbrushes, radios, and figurines. Many movies were also created like snow, White and the seven dwarves, Pinocchio in Fantasia, dumbo, and Bambi through the years 1937 to 1942. Then, Disneyland opened July 17, 1955, which open many opportunities up. Walt Disney had said that “Disney land would never be completed as long as there was imagination left in the world.” He had many ideas to continue, he had plans to create Epcot. Which had happened in 1979. Then other productions came from that, like Tokyo, Disney, and Paris. Extending to Tokyo really helped extended Disney out of the U.S. and make it go international. This Organizational has been built up off something so small too reaching almost everyone in the world. Giving many opportunities to others and creating dreams. With diversity and creativity there will always be much more to create, which is why this company is flourishing.

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Disney history. D23. (2023, March 2). https://d23.com/disney-history/

Learning leadership from Walt Disney, Master of Soft Skills. (n.d.-a). https://trainingindustry.com/articles/leadership/learning-leadership-from-walt-disney-master-of-soft-skills/

Sat, P. on. (n.d.). Gentle visionary: Roy O. Disney. The Walt Disney Family Museum. https://www.waltdisney.org/blog/gentle-visionary-roy-o-disney

Folly, W. (2021, June 24). The man who made Walt Disney’s dreams come true. The history, ideas and people who built Disneyland. https://waltsfolly.com/2021/06/24/the-man-who-made-walt-disneys-dreams-come-true/

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Hetalia: World Stars Episode #12: Get Better! Transcript

This episode has Czechia changing her name, Italy's rat problem, festivals, the Italian good luck charm, and exorcisms.

Czechia: May I have your attention, pleeease? Everyone! I have an announcement that will impact you in ways heretofore untold, so listen here and listen well! As of today, I am officially changing my name from Czech to Czechia.

Liechtenstein: Auh…

(Slovakia: Hahaha!)

{Caption: Czechia}

Czechia: I will only answer to Czechia from now on…

Voice: Czechia!

Czechia: …so please adjust accordingly.

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Liechtenstein: Why do you want to change your name again?

(Slovakia: Hehe…)

{Caption: Czechia}

Czechia: The Czech Republic is such a mouthful, why say so much when only one word…

Voice: Czechia!

Czechia: …will suffice?

Slovakia: Aw, but don’t you think Czech sounds way cuter?

Czechia: Tch! Of course not, don’t be stupid!

(Slovakia: Hmhmhmhmhmhmhmhm!)

Czechia: Auh!

Austria: I’m warning you, don’t do it. All it takes is one person writing it wrong to doom you forever.

Narrator: Austria gets mistaken for Australia due to their similar names, despite Austria’s real name.

(Australia: Ahah!)

{Caption: Oosutorii}

Austria: Surely the world will refer to me as I wish to refer to myself. Euh…

Narrator: Or so he assumed. But that was…oo strikeout.

(Austria: Ehum…ehum…)

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Romano: AWOOOOWW! STOP IT, YOU JERK, YOU MORON! CAN’T YOU KEEP A CLEAN HOUSE FOR FIVE MINUTES, YOU RAT BASTARD?!

(Mouse: Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!)

Italy: I’m sorry, are you okay? It’s not my fault that mices like to come for visits!

(Romano: Eweh…)

(Mice: Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!)

Romano: Aah!

(Italy: Aah eh, aah eh!)

Romano: Well, don’t just sit there; do something about it!

(Italy: Aaheh!)

(Mice: Squeak! Squeak!)

Italy: Hmhmhm…

(Romano: Dueh?)

Italy: I’m already kilometers ahead of you, you silly boy!

(Mice: Squeak! Squeak!)

Italy: Ta-da! A kitty! She’ll take care of this lickety-split!

Italy-cat: Meah!

{Caption: Meow}

Italy-cat: Meah!

Romano: Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it.

Italy-cat: Pasta!

Italy: Aw, listen to her!

Romano: YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW THAT ACTING CUTE WON’T SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS, YOU STUPID JERK!

(Italy: Owie! Owie, owie owie owie owie! Owie owie!)

Italy: Ah!

(Romano: Ehum)

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Italy: You want to check out festivals from other cultures?

Japan: Hai.

(Hai: Yes → Japanese)

Japan: A vacation must be used for studying, not for leisure.

Italy: Aoh…then how about you visit Ivrea in the north? They hold an orange festival each year!

Japan: What is that like?

Italy: Just imagine one big food fight! The entire city becomes a huge, orangey mess!

Japan: And where does such a strange tradition as this originate from?

Italy: Oh, it’s quite simple. It honors the city’s fight against the tyrant from long ago. And the oranges symbolize how they removed the tyrant’s testicles!

Japan: Cough, cough! Yes, I see. Perhaps another time.

Estonia: Did I hear correctly that you’re on the hunt for some unusual cultural events?

Japan: Estonia. Hai.

(Hai: Yes → Japanese)

Estonia: I happen to know of a country where they hold a bunch of weird festivals!

Japan: Go on, I am listening.

Estonia: Just off top of head, there’s a tournament to see who can sit the longest bare-buttocked on an ant bed and a yearly mosquito swatting challenge.

(Italy: Ve, ve! Ve…)

Estonia: They also have the mobile phone throwing championships, the air guitar championships, the world wife-carrying race, swamp soccer where they play soccer in the swamp, and, if you can believe it, many more!

Japan: These aren’t your festivals, are they?

Estonia: Please, do I look that crazy?

Finland: Neaaaugh…every time Estonia talks about me behind my back, I get all gross and itchy!

Sweden: Want help?

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Italy: Hey, what’s the matter, Germany?

Germany: I don’t enjoy sharing mein weaknesses with you, but if you must know, I’ve had a Hölle of a time sleeping lately.

(Mein: Mine → German)

(Hölle: Hell → German)

Italy: The big, buff Germaninator is feeling under the weather?! That’s no good, what do we do?! Think fast, Italy! Got to think!

Germany: Careful, you might burst a blood vessel.

(Italy: Thinking, thinking, thinking, think…)

Italy: I got it! There’s a good luck ritual that should perk you right up!

Germany: You don’t say…

Italy: Just give a little tug right here and it’ll turn that frown upside-down!

{Caption: Here}

Germany: I am not touching that!

(Italy: Ehm ehm ehm!)

Italy: Oh, sorry; not mine, you have to use your own!

Germany: Well, whoever’s it is, I’m not doing something like that in public!

Italy: Ah! Now that you mention it, doing that in public was actually just made illegal at my place. That was a close call. I’ll try to think of something else.

Germany: HAVEN’T I SUFFERED ENOUGH?!

Japan: I am not sure what you are asking me to do.

Italy: You know how to get rid of bad spirits and stuff, right? You got all those ninja powers!

Japan: If you think it would help, we could try an exorcism.

Italy: Yeah, let’s do that, then!

Germany: That’s really unnecessary…

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Japan: If you are both ready, we can begin.

Germany: Ja, thank you very much.

(Italy: Thanks a lot)

(Ja: Yes → German)

Japan: All of life has its ups and downs. But do not give into the rain. Do not give into the wind. Focus instead on your health. Good health, number one. If your body is healthy, so is your mind.

(Italy: Ahahaha…ahaha)

Japan: May Germany’s physical condition improve.

(Italy: Ahha…ah)

Narrator: Personal wishes sometimes make their way into exorcism prayers.

(Japan: So that he may be full of life and full of energy once more)

(Italy: Aaha…aahaha…)

(Germany: Ugh…ehuh)

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A chance for more Buttercups

Fluff | Spencer Reid x FEM! Reader

Summary: Spencer has an apartment full of buttercups and a heart full of confessions. How many more bouquets does he have to buy until he gets the courage to finally tell you how he really feels?

Word Count: 6,04k. I got carried away.

Warnings: a hand full of cursing, self-deprecation, self doubt, one reference to drug use, flowers?, i use the word buttercup A LOT, angst if you squint REALLY HARD.

Writer's Note: Hello! This is my first ever CM themed fanfic. I haven't really wrote anything based on a crime show, so I am still learning and still playing around the characterization. Criticism is welcome but please be soft with me. Enjoy! 💛

Buttercup.

It’s so simple, so cheesy. When you started calling him Buttercup, Spencer could literally feel his heart beating in his chest.

Where did it come from? Butter. Cup. Was it a Butter in a cup? A cup full of butter? Spencer was not one for endearments. Penelope calls him genius, Rossi calls him boy wonder and Derek calls him pretty boy. Buttercup was his favourite.

Spencer was a genius with an IQ of 187. He knows a lot of things, too many sometimes. Even with this vast knowledge, he never really learned the use of endearments or the history of them or why people use them.

That's how Spencer ends up in a 24 hour library, late at night. He wasn’t really one for technology and when he asks the librarian if they had any books about “endearments or something like that." He gets a weird look from her and she answers, "Have you tried google?" Spencer scratches his head and shakes his head. The kind librarian who is actually older than him, directs him to a computer. He would have done it at work, but Morgan always lurks around him and Penelope can see everyones search history.

Google. The bright colors pop at him and he pushes his glasses up at how bright it is. He ran out of contacts and makes a mental note to go pick up some before work.

Google: Buttercup

Buttercup. Song.

Of course, the first thing that pops out was a song. He cringes as he takes the public earphones and softly puts it over his head. He would have never done it but he wanted, no, he NEEDED, to find out the history of buttercup.

He plays the song. He was always one for classical music. It soothes his soul and calms him down. This one was... different. The first few beats was upbeat, it was energetic. Spencer can't stop himself from drumming his fingers at the mouse as the song starts. His legs voluntarily taps its self with the beat. He continues to listen to it as he reads more about the song writer. The foundations first sang it on 1968, the website says. He continues to let the song play in the background as he looks for more information.

Why do you build me up buttercup, baby.

Buttercup. Flower.

Oh. Some thing clicks in his head. It was a flower! How could he forget? He wanted to slap himself. Eidetic memory and a genius, but a pretty girl calls him buttercup daily and he suddenly forgets that it was a flower? He clicks on another tab. Reading and clicking onto more articles about the flower, buttercup.

Ranunculus was its genus name. The information locked somewhere in his mind unlocks. Ah. He finally remembers the thick book of flower species in his shelf. He knows enough about the flower and its family. He clicks a flower website, and reads the meaning of the flower.

Although there are variations, quite often the flower is said to represent joy, youth, purity, happiness and friendship.

Spencer can't help but smile. He must look like a fool but he doesn't stop himself. You call him buttercup but you were more of it than he is.

He can't stop himself as his head runs around with the thought of you and how you fit the description so perfectly.

The way you radiate so much positivity that even in the toughest cases the team seems drawn to your energy. Your smile and laugh as Derek jokes about your driving skills. The crinkle on your nose as you smile when Penelope compliments your new sweater. The kind smile and the gentle hugs you give JJ and Hotch when the case makes them think of their own families. Your dimples getting deeper as you giggle at Emily when she drinks too much tequila. The adorable smile when Rossi kisses your temples. He smile so wide, his face kinda hurts. The song repeats in the background again.

He continues his search for anything about buttercup.

Buttercup. Squash.

Ah. Yes. I know this, he thinks as the information floods the screen. He knows all of this. His love for halloween and the squash family is endless.

He smiles to himself as a picture of it pops out. Cucurbita: the genus name. A buttercup squash was basically a pumpkin's sister.

His mind shows him a picture of you, with a pumpkin. It was last halloween. You, being you, never fail to amaze him. Before this, you and Spencer had a big debate on which is the better holiday: Halloween or Christmas.

You hated Halloween. You've seen enough scary stuff on work to go out that day to celebrate more scary stuff. Spencer defends it with, "But we get so much free candy."

The two of you must be going at it for hours. You argue that you grew up in a household where you wake up on Christmas morning with hot chocolates, warm socks, gifts under the tree as the snow falls outside. You wake up your parents and you would giddily lead them to the gifts. There was a certain light in your face as you reminisce all of the memories. Spencer searches, catalogues, the Christmas themed memories in his head and he can barely count five. He accidentally lets his face fall as you tell him the stories and you catch this. You catch this so fast that you immediately change the topic to how Santa is better than Monsters, making him laugh, going into a history lesson about Santa.

On Halloween, you surprise him buy knocking on his door at 10 in the morning. In overalls, a plaid shirt and one black and one white converse.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He squints at her. He tries hard to keep the annoyed facade but you looked so cute, so cozy. He wanted to make you some pumpkin spice latte and roll you in a blanket.

"It's halloween, dork! Aren't you the one who loves the holiday?!" You say with such a joy in your voice, its like you never said that you hated Halloween.

"I know! But it usually starts at night." He laughs as he lets you in his apartment.

"Well! I planned the whole day for us! We're going to the pumpkin patch! We're gonna pick some pumpkin and carve silly faces on it! Then tonight before Pen's party, we're going to take Jack and Henry trick or treating!" The dimple on your cheek digs deeper as you smile at him and Spencer has to physically restrain himself from poking it.

"Why would you plan all this? You hated Halloween." Spencer eyes her suspiciously, but his heart grows thrice its size just with the thought of celebrating Halloween with you. You push him to his room, "Just get dressed!"

The whole day was filled with all things halloween. Spencer truly loves the holiday. The one with you was his favourite though. He loved that you tried to make the holiday all about him even when you made it abundantly clear that you hated it.

Maybe he was naive, but he hopes, he prays to some god, some entity, anyone who is listening for more halloweens, more pumpkins, and more holidays with you.

The song pulls him out of the memory, returning at its first few beats. It must have been playing for at least 5 times now. But he still smiles.

I need you more than anyone, darlin'. You know that I have from the start.

He clicks to open another tab. He must have a dozen now but he starts typing again.

Buttercup. Powerpuff Girls.

He almost laughs out loud. He stops as he looks around, there was a few students who are pulling an all nighter and the librarian, cataloguing some returned books.

Two years ago, before you joined the BAU team, Spencer would have zero knowledge of the Powerpuff Girls.

Now, he knows. He smiles more, if that was possible, as a picture of buttercup shows up on the screen.

It was one of those nights. Your apartment becomes the permanent movie night place with the large TV that you have invested in. The two of you were watching a romcom film. It was your night to choose. Spencer rolls his eyes as Adam Sandler tries hard to meet Drew Barrymore even though she can't and won't remember him.

"Hey, did you know Anterograde Amnesia is particularly affecting the encoding and consolidation stages of declarative memory. This leads to damage to the prefrontal cortex and hippocampus." Spencer sprouts out some facts about Amnesia and you nod at him as he explains more of it.

He stops when he realizes you were staring. "I am sorry, I was rambling." He says timidly. He was used to it, the looks, the pleading for him to just shut up.

"Oh no! I loved your rambling! I am learning so much, Spence!" You exclaimed, so fast he thinks it's because you wanted to reassure him. "Then why the staring?" He asks quietly.

"I was just thinking which powerpuff you were. You know you're such a Blossom, you use your mind to good and you're strong and always determined. But sometimes, you're also a Bubbles, you let your heart act out. Like removing your vest when talking to unsubs," You pause, Spencer notices the shift in your face, you look uncomfortable with just the thought of Spencer going in a scene without a vest. Why? Spencer asks himself but he pushes aside the thought.

"Hmmm... I don't know you're connection to Buttercup tho...." You drum your fingers on your cheeks as you look at him.

"Y/N, I have no idea what you're talking about." He laughs as your mouth gapes.

"Spencer Reid! Are you telling me that you don't know who the powerpuff girls are?!" You pause the movie and you look so distressed, Spencer actually worries that he was missing something important.

Spencer watches you as you pull up some streaming network and starts playing a cartoon with three colourful girls. Spencer squints his eyes on the screen.

"This is it? I thought it was something more important!" Spencer shrieks, his nervous nerves dissolving as the show goes on about sugar, spice and everything nice.

"Oh! This is important! I lived to watch this when I was young!" You were gesturing around about how they were made and this professor as their dad, something like that.

Nothing registers in Spencer's brain but the fact that you were so beautiful. You were wearing one of your older sweaters, with some blue sweatpants, your hair was in a bun but most of your hair was already sticking out. You were so beautiful and its taking everything in Spencer to stop himself from kissing you. You stop when you realize he was just staring, snapping fingers in his face.

"Now, did you listen at all?" You raise an eyebrow at him but he rolls his eyes, sticks his tongue out and shakes his head no.

"Wow, didn't know you were such a buttercup. Such a rebel."

And it sticked. Since that night, you have called him Buttercup.

Calling Spencer to come over? "Buttercup, come over, I just rented Harry Potter!" Calling Spencer over the phone when you realize that the profile was wrong? "Buttercup! It was a woman! Not a man!" Buying coffee and donuts for him every morning? "Good Morning, Buttercup!" Drunk and calling him to pick you up? "Buttercup, you smell so good. Hihihihi." Spencer is taking the case harder than the others? "You did everything you can. I am proud of you, Buttercup."

The other members of the team pick up on this too. They never said a word but shares a knowing look as Spencer anticipates being called buttercup. It was embarrassing really, he felt like a high school student, which he never really got to experience.

He stops and stares at the screen for a while. Thinking of something else to search.

What does it mean when someone calls you buttercup?

Spencer was embarrassed. He was a grown man literally asking a search engine why you called him Buttercup. He clicks on a page called Quora and someone else was asking the same question. Thank god, I am not the only fool. He whispers to himself.

"Buttercup” is an old-fashioned endearment. A hundred years ago, this would have been a compliment, like “sweetheart” or “dear”.

He feels his cheeks redden. Was he really blushing over a random answer? He stares at the screen as the second verse of the song repeats. Spencer has been best friends with you since the moment you came. He was in love with you in every way, and he wanted to tell you that. Even if it meant, rejection. He just wanted to let you know.

Maybe you'll give him a chance and he would live the rest of his life trying to show you how much he loves you and how much you deserve all the love he can give. He starts formulating plans. He starts looking up flower shops that sells buttercup bouquets. He will confess his undying (it's so cheesy, he cringes) love to you tomorrow.

No matter what happens. NO MATTER WHAT.

Okay, maybe he really is a Buttercup.

He was not a Buttercup.

More of a Bubbles because he chickened out the next day. Spencer laughs and berates himself for it. He wakes up late the next day. Was not able to buy the flowers, the coffee, the donuts or even his contacts. Spencer tries to comb his hair as he rides the elevator. It was so stupid to go to a library late at night then come home at 1 in the morning and expect to not wake up late the next day.

"Buttercup!" Spencer almost folds to a halt when he comes in the bullpen.

"You're late! Are you okay?" You ask him, worry in your eyes and Spencer wants nothing but kiss the worries away.

"I am okay. I just woke up late." Spencer answers, trying to smile to reassure you that he was fine. This takes away the worry.

"Okay. I bought you coffee this morning. It's in your desk." You smile as you skip to the conference room and Spencer stares at you as you walk away.

"Pretty Boy. Late night?" He snaps from staring at you and looks at Derek who was wiggling his eyebrow.

"Yes. I was reading." Reading stuff about why someone calls him Buttercup.

"Reading...? Reid, you're blushing. What the hell did you read?" Derek looks at him closely and Spencer pushes pass him.

"Stop bothering me! Go work." He says and plops down on his table. He sees the coffee and a donut.

Have a great day, Buttercup! was written on the cup and if it was physically possible, Spencer feels hotter than he was feeling before.

"Ahhhh. The Buttercup dilemma." Derek reads over his shoulder and Spencer immediately puts it down, "There is no dilemma!" Derek smirks at him, "Okay, buttercup."

"Stop calling me that!" He glares at him but Derek only laughs.

"Hey, you okay? You've been distracted for a while now." You tap Spencer in the back, making him look at you. Spencer was staring at geographic map.

The team was in San Francisco. The confessing and stuff has been pushed back because, well, the criminals really doesn't care about Spencer's schedule.

Its been a week since that night in the library and he can't stop humming Build me up Buttercup.

"Oh. Yeah. I am fine. Sorry. I just want this case done and over." So I can confess my feeling to you, damn it! He thinks and clenches his jaws in frustration.

"Woah! I saw that. Calm down a little. Wait here." Spencer is surprised that you notice even the slightest clench in his jaw. You sprint away from him and he stares back at the map. Where is the damn unsub and why wouldn't he just come out and do Spencer a favour?

He squints, there is exactly five bouquets of Buttercup at his house right now. Each for every day he has attempted to confess and Spencer just wants to throw them away so he can stop remembering the fact that he chickened out FIVE TIMES. You come back with a cup in your hands.

“Here. It’s tea. You drink too much coffee. Tea is better for your nerves.” You smile as she hands you the cup. It was steaming and it smelled like peppermint.

“Thank you.” Spencer smiles at your kindness and how natural it comes to you. You pat his head, your hands lingers on his head for a bit and smiles, “You are always welcome, my Buttercup.” You look away to look at the file again. He almost chokes on the tea. My Buttercup. My.

It wasn’t wrong tho, he is yours. But to hear it from you, the only thing he can think of is why? Why would you call him yours? He was so close to asking why you called him that but fate interrupts in the form of a woman named Emily Prentiss.

“How’s it going?” She asks looking at the two of us. “Still nothing. Sorry.” You answer and looks back to the list. Emily raises an eyebrow at Spencer. His face red and sipping a cup of tea.

“You good, Reid?” He nods but Emily looks at him a minute longer than usual and looks at the cup on his hands. “You don’t usually drink tea...” She states like its a fact.

“Oh uh— Y/N made it for me... You know tea only comes from one plant? Its called Camellia Sinensis. There are several different types of tea but their is only one plant. The difference is how they treat the leaves after.” Spencer rambles on to take away the focus on his blushing face. You were staring at him as he rambles and it halts him to a stop. You squint your eyes at him. Spencer can feel his heart drop, and thinks that here it is, you finally found him annoying.

“OH! OH!” You suddenly leap up to your feet. “Plants! Plants! He’s using the bodies as fertilizers!” You scramble to reach for your phone, to call Garcia.

“You are the best, Buttercup!” You quickly lean and kiss Spencer’s cheeks. You turn around dialling Penelope’s number.

Spencer is not sure what happened next. He thinks his soul left his body. His hand reaches to his cheek, where you have kissed his cheek. Spencer looks up and sees Emily biting down a smile. Spencer immediately drops his hand and glares at her, giving her a look that says Shut up. Emily holds her hands up, in surrender.

“I got a hit!” You say as you turn around. “Let’s call Hotch.”

The case ends swiftly after the unsub was caught. Turns out you were right, the unsub was using the body as fertilizer. The team quietly moves around the airplane. It has always been this way after cases. The way home has always been quicker, quieter.

“More tea?” Spencer looks up from his book. There you were standing in front of him in a sweater that had pink stripes on it, offering him a hot steaming cup of tea.

“Thank you.” Spencer quietly says as you seat beside him. You drape a blanket over his lap then puts other side of it on your lap.

“It’ll be better if you drink tea, so you can sleep when you get home.” Spencer hugs the warm cup with his fingers. He nods and smile.

“Do you mind?” You ask and Spencer isn’t exactly sure what you meant. But when your head drops on his shoulder, he is sure. He is sure that he wants more of this. More of you, for the rest of his life. He wants you close to him like this.

He watches as your eyes drop to a close and your breathing steadies. Some of your hair falls down on your face and it makes your forehead crinkle. It must be tickling you. Spencer puts down his cup and pushes off some of the stray hair. He tucks it in the back of your ear. You sigh at the act and Spencer hopes for a minute that its because of his touch.

He pulls aways and drinks more of the tea. He looks around and catches JJ looking at him across the aisle. “What?” He asks, trying to act as innocent as possible.

“Just ask her out, Spence.” Spencer’s mouth drops at how forward she was. He shakes his head, looking at how peaceful you are, how beautiful you are. “I can’t do it.”

“You can. You deserve to be happy.” JJ quietly adds. “I do, but I don’t think I deserve someone as good as Y/N." JJ immediately shakes her head.

“I don’t think Y/N would like that you’re thinking like that.” She says before plugging her earphones and looking away. Spencer looks at you as you sleep peacefully. He dares not to move, you deserve the rest.

The rest of the flight was quiet. He tries to read more, but he can’t move a lot, he can’t take the chance of waking you up so he drinks his tea. The tea you made was perfect, it immediately fits his preference, he doesn’t know that would be possible because he didn’t really like tea before.

It was tea. He needs to get a grip, because its just tea and you made it so wonderfully perfect just for him, he's in love.

Its been another week.

Spencer Reid is slowly but surely losing his mind over buttercups. His apartment is overflowing with it. The team has noticed his behaviour and how his just so damn frustrated all the time. They ask if he's okay and he answers with the usual, "I am fine." They knew something was really wrong when you ask him what's wrong and he just shakes his head. Spencer tells you literally everything even if he doesn't want to, because he just can't say no to you.

He has tried everyday in the past week. Buying flowers every morning before going to work but going back to his apartment to leave it there. The lady that works in the shop has given him a pep talk on Monday but even that didn't work.

Tonight was Sunday. They just came back from Texas for a case and they all just wanted to go home. Spencer contemplates on how to get home. Metro or Taxi? Hmm. Uber? No. He cringes as he remembers he doesn't have a phone up to date for that.

"Hey Buttercup. I brought my car before we got the case. You want me to drop you off?" You appear beside him, dangling your car keys in front of him.

"Oh! Yes, please. If that's okay? If I am not imposing?" Spencer has always been polite. But you knew that something was wrong because he's been acting weird around you.

"Of course not! You're never imposing. Come on!" You pull him to the parking garage where your car is parked. The drive to Spencer's apartment was quiet. The quiet sound of the radio in the background was the only noise.

Spencer was busy having an inner monologue with himself, that he doesn't notice you throwing him looks of concern. Spencer was not one for gods or entities but he asked for a sign, anything, something, if he should just get it over with tonight and just tell you what he feels.

"Hey, are you okay?" Spencer looks over to you and you look so pretty driving, it distracts him from his monologue. "Yes. I-I am good. How about you?" Psh. That was lame. Come on, Spencer.

"Thank you for asking, I am also good. But this is about you, buttercup. You've been off this days." You stop drumming your fingers on the wheel. Before Spencer can speak you continue.

"We've been worried about you. Just... Tell me what's wrong." Spencer's heart clenches as he sees your face full of worry. He feels like an idiot for making you feel like this.

"I am... I am okay, Y/N. You don't have to... worry." You don't answer and Spencer can clearly see that you don't want to accept this answer.

Silence engulfs the ride once more. Aside from the god damn radio, damn you.

"This is DJ L-U-V! This is my last song for the night and we're ending it with a banger classic! Have a g-g-great night everybody and fill it up with LOVE!"

The first few beats of the song starts and Spencer nearly gets a stroke.

Why do you build me up (Build me up)

Buttercup, baby

Just to let me down

The car stops at a halt. You both have arrived in Spencer's apartment.

"Okay. Have a good night, Spencer."

Spencer. His heart drops.

He nods, "Thank you for the ride. Stay safe."

He leaves the car and watches you drive away. He slaps himself, literally. He was an idiot! The universe LITERALLY gives him a sign in the form of a song and he rejects it. He whispers a simple apology to the universe.

He rubs the bridge of his nose as soon as he comes in his apartment, the smell of the buttercups hitting his nose. He needs to tidy up. He hasn't thrown any of them and there is exactly ten bouquets scattered everywhere in his living room. He knows it's poisonous, but he wasn't going to eat it or something.

He drops his bag and starts cleaning. Some were still fine, some were dried up. He really needs to get a vase or something, so he can put it on water. His cleaning is interrupted with a knock on the door. He looks at the clock. It was nearly 1:00 in the morning. He checks his gun on his holster before slowly opening the door.

"Hey." God damn it, Y/N.

"Oh, Y/N." Spencer halts the door at a stop. Only showing his face and making sure that his living room is covered. You eye him suspiciously.

"Do you... do you have company?" It comes as a whisper. "Oh! No! I-I am all alone, I don't have visitors right now." Your forehead crinkles harder.

"Can I come in?" You ask unsure of why the hell Spencer Reid won't let you in. This was the same guy who gave you a copy of his apartment key because... just because.

"Uhm... Not right now..." Spencer prays for you to leave. His living room is full of buttercups and he's pretty sure you would notice.

"Spencer, what the hell is going on with you?!" You burst, your frustrations up to the brim. You were really worried. Your head goes to the worst case scenario: was he using again? Your face drops. Oh no.

You push the door with all your might. If Spencer was prepared, he could've hold it off but he was taken aback with your sudden burst. Pushing past him, you walk to the living room but your steps comes in a halt.

Flowers. The same kind of flowers were everywhere.

"What...?" You look back at him. The door was now closed and Spencer was looking at anything, everything, but you. "Spencer, why is there a bunch of buttercups in your apartment?" Spencer still doesn't look at you.

Buttercups. You were not the best in flower names, you only really know the basics: roses, sunflowers, lilies, tulips, those kinds. You knew Buttercups like the back of your hand. You have them in a vase on your bedroom, in the corner beside all the pictures of your family, friends, the team and Spencer.

"Are you... are you dating?" You're voice was small, soft. Spencer could've missed it.

"No! I-I am not dating anyone!" He immediately looks at you. You step forward to him.

"Then why do you have all of this? How many even are there? Like, 30?!" Spencer lets out a laugh. "There's only 10, Y/N. Don't exaggerate it."

"What's happening with you, really? Is something wrong with your mom? Is this what the flowers are about? Is she okay? I am really worried, Buttercup." Spencer looks down on you and he can see the tears brimming on your eyes. One blink and they'll be running down your cheeks.

"Oh... Y/N, please don't cry. Uhm... Let's sit, okay? Would you like something to drink?" He holds your arms as he leads you to the sofa and making you sit. You look up at him and just pulls on his hand.

"I don't want anything. Just... Just talk to me, please." Spencer sits down and the tears threatening to fall from your eyes makes its way down your cheeks. He reaches over to wipe them and you instinctively lean in to the touch. It feels domestic, it feels like home to him.

"Okay, I have to say this but... can you not interrupt. I have to say it in one go or I'll never be able to say it." Spencer asks and you nod enthusiastically. "I... I bought the buttercups for you." Your mouth drops open. "I've wanted to tell you for so long. I really, really like you, Y/N. Not in a friendly way. Wait." He stops.

"You know what? Throw that away. I am in love with you. I spent one night, searching everything and anything about buttercups. I tried everyday, for the last two weeks to confess to you. I... I know we're best friends and you probably don't feel the same." You open your mouth but Spencer raises his hand as a sign of Wait.

"I never ever want to lose you. Still, I really want a chance to show you... that... even if I can only offer you what I am right now... I want a chance to make you happy and show you how much I love you. Can I... can I just love you?”

“Spencer... I...” Here it comes. The rejection. You close your mouth, stand up and ran straight to the door, closing it behind you. Spencer is left on the sofa. He wants the world to eat him alive. You literally run away from him after he confesses.

Tears start welling up on his eyes. This is ridiculous, he was ready for this. He was ready for the pain, the rejection but somehow he feels like he’ll never recover from this. He’s been shot, kidnapped, taken hostage, but this was the worst of them all.

“Stop crying!” He says to himself as he wipes the tears on his cheeks, but its soon replaced with fresher ones. He stands up to lock the door you’ve ran out from but you burst in it once again. You were now carrying your go bag.

“I am sorry I left like that I need to show you something.” You drop your go bag on the floor and started digging. “Where the fuck is my phone?” Spencer hears you whisper.

“It’s okay, Y/N. If you don’t feel the same, it’s okay. If you don’t want to give me a chance—,” You make a hushing noise and this stops Spencer.

You nearly empty your bag before your phone drops with a plonk on the floor.

“Sit with me, buttercup. Come.” You usher him to the sofa, holding his hand. A chill runs down Spencer’s spine with the contact.

“You don’t have to do this, Y/N." He whispers as you sit beside him. You put a finger on your lips,”Let me show you something.” You open your phone and shuffle around with it.

“Here.” You scoot closer to him and show him your phone. It was a bouquet of buttercup in a vase.

“What is this?” You smile at him and swipe to another photo, a different bouquet in the same vase but now it had sunflowers and buttercups in it. You swipe again, a different bouquet shows up, it had buttercups and daisies on it. You show him more of it, more than 20 pictures of bouquets, always different but always with buttercups.

“Spencer.” You put your phone down and reaches for his hand. “Every week, ever since I started calling you Buttercup, I have bought myself a bouquet of buttercups. It sits on the display on my bedroom, beside pictures of us... So... that when I wake up... every morning... the bright flowers will remind me of you, for days that I don’t want to go back to work, to the horrors of our work.” Spencer’s ears are ringing. He must be dreaming, or something.

You reach over holding his face in your hands and wiping away stray tears. He leans in to your touch. This was too good to be real.

“Buttercup, baby, you never have to ask for permission to love me because I love you too. Still, I also need you to give me the chance to show you just how much I am in love with you.”

You take your hand that’s cupping his face and Spencer softly whimpers on the lost contact. You put it back on the back of his head, using it push him to you as your lips met. Spencer almost melts from the contact.

Spencer knows its impossible but for a second time stopped. Time stopped as his hand cups your face and his other hand finds his way to your waist pulling you closer to him. The flutter in his heart has intensified, the butterflies in his stomach won’t settle down.

He wants to believe that this is a dream because no way in hell is this real. But he can’t be dreaming because both your arms are snaked on his neck and your hands are pulling on his hair. Your lips and his lips mould together, as if it was made for each other.

You pull away to breathe, to take him all in. Your arms never leave his neck and his hands never leaves the back of your waist. You stare at him and those beautiful, honey brown eyes.

“Are you real?” Spencer whispers. A giggle bubbles from you.

“I am real, Buttercup.” You remove your arms from him to caress his face.

“I can’t believe you love me.” Spencer says, his hold on you tightening.

“I can’t believe you love ME. I... I don’t deserve this.” You look around the room full of buttercups.

“You deserve the world, darling.” You bite back a smile from the endearment.

“I was... I was really sad and worried about you. You’ve been acting weird around me and I thought I did something wrong... So, after when I dropped you off I prayed that the universe will give me a sign... to... come back to you. The radio station... accidentally played Build me up Buttercup twice. So, I drive back to your place... and here we are...”

This time it was Spencer’s turn to giggle, “I did the same. Asked for a sign to tell you my feelings but I chickened out after hearing the first song.”

“We’re both idiots then, huh?” You smile as you rest your head on the crook of his neck.

“Here.” You watch as Spencer picks a buttercup from one of the bouquets and tucks it in between your hair and your ear.

“You’re pretty.” He quietly says. You can feel your cheeks heat up.

"Do you want to sleep over?" Spencer asks and you laugh as you slightly nudge him.

“Dude, take me out on a date first!” You tease him as your hands plays with his hair.

“Let me take you out tomorrow. Is a bouquet of buttercups good enough to compensate for all the worry I have caused you?” You let out a laugh.

“We’ll be responsible for the sudden increase of demand for buttercups.”

Tomorrow comes easily and Spencer brings you a bouquet of buttercups mixed with pink carnations and baby’s breathe.

The same combination of flowers, you’ll be holding as you walk down the aisle to Spencer, 3 years later.

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Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

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sweetchup · 3 years

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Bi•valve

Noun

an aquatic mollusk that has a compressed body enclosed within a hinged shell, such as oysters, clams, mussels, and scallops.

AKA

The Most Common Seashell in the Ocean

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Vol. 2: Into the Deep // Ch. 6

Type: Poseidon x reader

Word Count: 3,000+

Masterlist

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Cold. That’s the only way you could describe the man in front of you.

Cold as in his eyes were like stone. As if they were dead as they stared down at you. Cold as in that you couldn’t read him, at all. Even as he was covered head to toe in blood, you had no clue what he would do next. Cold as in he was intimidating. Way too intimidating. Like a primal feeling in you was screaming danger at you. It made you want to bolt from the spot.

“Tch…” You instantly freeze as Poseidon finally lets out a sound. He glares down at you in disgust as if you were some dirt on his shoe, “My brother must be losing his mind.”

Scared, you let out a small gulp. Your throat all of sudden feels extremely dry. Brother? Was he perhaps referring to Zeus? So, that must mean this was Poseidon. Right…?

“S-So…” You pause for a moment as you decide if you should dare continue, “…Are you Poseidon?”

You shouldn’t have done that. With a loud bang, you slowly turn your head to look at the Trident he cleaved down in the sand next to you. Its harsh throw sending the sand beneath and surrounding you in the air in a huge rumble.

“Ack!” You spit out as Poseidon suddenly grabs your jaw while you are distracted. His harsh grip on you as he turned your face to look at him felt as if he was trying to crush the bone of your jaw underneath. Even though you knew it was useless, you squirm lightly underneath his grip in hopes to lessen his tight grip.

“Pathetic.” He spits out in a grumble as he watches you squirming. Letting out a small huff, he watches you for a couple of more seconds before finally releasing your jaw. A sore feeling begins to replace the pain you had previously felt. “Humans do not address a god by their name. Especially pathetic mortals such as yourself.”

You feel the need to flinch under his harsh words but thankfully stop yourself. Instead choosing to tighten your grip on Triton who still laid unconscious in your arms. You understood that what Poseidon said was partially true. A mortal such as yourself had no chance against a god, nevertheless one of his stature and power. But he still didn’t have to be so blunt about it. Even Zeus held some sort of common courtesy when interacting with you.

“Ugh…” Startled by the sound, you spin your head downwards to look at Triton who was letting out a loud groan. His face scrunched up in pain as he wiggled around in your hold to get up.

Instantly, you put your hand on Triton's chest to stop him. Worried with the amounts of cuts and blood he was covered in that he could possibly have a fatal injury, “Shh. Don’t move, Triton. It’s okay. I got you.”

Triton seems to thankfully listen to your words and stop moving, relaxing back into your arms. Instead using the energy he had left to open his eyes to look up at you. Though, as you stared down at him with concern, you could tell he couldn’t properly see you. His eyes shrinking and dilating in an attempt to see what was in front of him.

“Triton, can you see meeeE—“

Gasping, you instantly pull Triton closer to your body as you are carelessly lifted off the ground by Poseidon. The blonde male with one arm underneath your knees and the other holding your waist behind the small of your back stands up as if you two weighed nothing. Even slightly throwing you up in the air to adjust his grip. You stared confused at Poseidon whose gaze looked away from you for the first time since he arrived. Instead staring out at the waves of the sea.

As the male began to walk towards the water, you wanted to question what he was doing. Wanted to question why in the world he had picked you up and was currently holding you. Why he hadn’t killed you on the spot. Why he was walking towards the water. But chose against saying the thoughts that were present in your mind. Remembering fearfully the sharp gaze he gave when you not only called his name but also spoke out of turn.

However, you soon regret not speaking your thoughts out loud. Or, at the very least, putting up a fight.

“H-Hey! What are you?!” You screech out as Poseidon travels further into the sea. The cold crashing waves now hitting your feet and soon traveling up to the rest of your body as Poseidon continues further in. “Hey! Stop! We’-I’ll Drow—“

“Shut up.” Poseidon barks out. Even though he doesn’t bother to give you a glance, you still hear the venom in his voice and freeze up. You looked worriedly around you as the water got higher and higher, all the way up til your chest and neck.

“A-Ah.” You can’t help but let out as you see Triton’s head starts to sink underneath the water. Quickly, you fix your grip on the boy and lift his head above the water. Even if he was an aquatic god, you still weren’t sure if he could breathe underwater. However, the only problem with lifting Triton above the water is that it pushed you further under. The waves now crashing against your chin instead of your neck.

“W-Wait—“

As you gasped out your last word, your head went under. You struggled slightly as Poseidon continued to trech forward but couldn’t do much as you didn’t want Triton’s head to drop underneath the water. Even if you knew it was fruitless and Triton would eventually go under, You hoped he would wake up and make an escape.

Stupid human.

As Poseidon's head finally goes under the water and he begins to float down, deeper into the sea, he finally turns his head back to stare at you. You really were pathetic and stupid as the other humans. Lifting his son’s, Prince of the sea, head above the water as if he could actually drown. What a joke.

What in the world did his brother see in you? Making a huge show in the courtroom about how you would be the perfect substitute for Amphitrite. How everyone should at least give you the chance to be Triton’s nanny and take care of him. How you would help the child grow and shit. How you would actually pay attention to him.

Poseidon feels himself freeze for a moment before tightening his grip more on you. Your body had already began to grow limp in his arms. If he so pleased, he bet he could just tighten his grip more on your frame and you would shatter in a million pieces.

Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic. Fragile.

Poseidon grunts out in disapproval at the disgusting passing thought in his mind. You were just a pathetic being. One that would pathetically die right here.

Poseidon once again grunts as the feeling of annoyance passes by in his mind. It must have been all those stories Zeus shared at the trial while he secretly observed you two. As a perfect being he shouldn’t be so easily swindled by such thoughts. His son once again was making him weak.

This is why I stayed away in the first place, Poseidon thought as he rolled his eyes.

Slowly, Poseidon trails his hand up from the small of your back to your cheek. He tilts your head that was flopped to the side with his thumb so that you looked at him.

‘The perfect substitute for Amphitrite’. His brother sure was cruel. You were nothing but a small mouse compared to the apex predator that was his, likely, soon to be ex-wife. The minute Amphitrite lays her eyes on you she would surely kill you.

Poseidon gives your cheek a slight stroke around the bruise that was settling there. You really were pathetic, getting a bruise from such a weak grip.

Little by little, Poseidon leaned down closer to your face. His nose grazing yours slightly causes him to pause as he once again observes you. He wondered if what he would do next would end up getting you killed.

You truly were Pathetic after all. Even amongst all the humans he has met over the many millenniums. Though, he couldn’t deny, much better than the venomous Amphitrite.

I’ll just throw you away later when I’m done, Poseidon decides as he finally closes the gap. His lips swallowing yours in a harsh kiss as he brings his palm away from your cheek to wrap around the back of your neck. For once in his life being careful not to snap someone’s spine in half.

Fragile.

That thought once again passes by in Poseidon’s mind as he continues to hold you close to him. Fragile like fine china. Yet also soft…, warm… A contrast to his cold and strong marble like body. The body of a god.

Disgusting.

Finally, Poseidon pulls away, scrunching up his nose in distaste. It seems he’ll have to ‘talk’ to his brother about interfering in his personal life again. Though, it’s not like his brother ever listened to begin with.

What a pain.

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Were you dead?

No, you were definitely still alive. For your body felt like a ton of bricks. So much so that even lifting a finger exceeded all of your energy available.

But how were you still alive?

Did Poseidon possibly save you in the end? Knowing that asshole it wasn’t likely. Perhaps Zeus swooped in at the end or Triton saved you. A possibility…but also still highly unlikely. You guessed you would have to find out for yourself.

“Ugh…” You groan out as you attempt to open your eyes only to shut them again. The light in the room felt all too blinding. That wouldn't work, you couldn’t see anything in front of you but it wasn’t like you had any other options, you would have to try again. “Shit…”

You once again attempt to open your eyes. Your vision was still hindered by the light this time but it was at the very least bearable.

Ah, that’s painful. You can’t help but hiss out as you attempt to lift your arm to cover the light coming into your eyes.

It seems you would have to wait patiently for your vision to… return…

You feel yourself freeze as something blurry comes into your view. It was blue and shiny, seeming to levitate or float towards your face.

“W-what…?” You can’t help but spit out as you stare at the thing approaching you. Blinking and unblinking as you attempt to make your eyes address what was in front of you, “A-A fish…?”

It was in fact a fish. A giant one at that, if you had to guess it was about the length of your forearm. But, how was it floating there in front of you…? Fish can only exist in wa—

“Hello My Lady!”

The…

The Fish…. Just talked.

You stared in horror at the thing in front of you. You had to be out of it, there was no way that a fish had just talked to you. Nevertheless be actually able to breathe air…

“No way…” You gasped out as you finally drifted your gaze away from the fish. Now that your eyes had finally fully adjusted, you could finally see where you were.

You were…

Underwater.

Specifically you were underwater in a fantasy noble-like bedroom: Ginormous in size, able to fit a huge bed, couch, dressers and, of course, still plenty of space to be able to walk around. The only difference from the fantasy-like bedroom that one would see in novels was that it was clearly flooded with water.

“My lady?” The fish calls once again, “Are you okay?”

“How—how? What— You…” You gasp out in confusion, only to suddenly stop and grab at your throat. How were you breathing underwater to begin with?

“M-My Lady please calm down!” The fish shouts out worriedly as it watches you panic. “I promise I’ll explain everything once you calm down.”

You pause at the fish’s words, he was correct. You had to calm down if you wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on with you. You attempt to take a deep breath to calm yourself but quickly scrap the idea as it felt way too odd to you. Instead choosing to just nod your head to get on with the fish’s explanation, “O-okay…”

“Thank you, My lady.” The fish tells you as it somehow bows, at the least what looks like a bow, “My name is Marine and I’m a Servant at Lord Poseidon’s Palace…”

So, Poseidon must have saved you. But,… why… it didn’t make sense with all he stated on the shore. Zeus or Triton must have made some sort of interference to save you.

“…Please do not worry as you are still alive and well. The reason you are breathing underwater and communicating with me is due to the blessing you gain from Lord Poseidon.”

“B-Blessing..?” You ask a gasp as you look down at yourself. Patting yourself in certain places to make sure you were all well only to let out a small groan. It seemed you were still sore and in pain.

“Please be careful, My Lady.” Marine tells you worriedly as pats you with his fin. Seeming to attempt to push you backwards so you can lay back down. Thankfully, once you comply with Marine’s request, it answers your question, “Gods can usually bestow 3 things on humans: Curses, Blessings and Ambrosia. Though this can differ from god to god based on what they can accomplish. Curses are pretty self explanatory but Blessings and Ambrosia are complicated. Blessings are gifts or abilities that are bestowed upon humans by gods. In Lord Poseidon’s case he bestowed upon you the ability to breathe underwater and communicate with sea life like other aquatic folk.”

“I see…”

“Finally, Ambrosia is what happens when a human consumes the blood of a god. If said human somehow survives the consumption, they are bestowed the gift of being a Demi-god. So far only one human has survived consuming Ambrosia and that is Lord Hercules.”

Dangerous. Not just in the way of how powerful Ambrosia is but in how many times you could have accidentally consumed it from Triton alone. Even though a God’s skin is stronger than a human’s it wasn’t by much as they could still bleed just as easily. The amount of times you had to bandage Triton’s scrapes when he tripped or bumped into something proved that.

“My Lady?”

At Marine’s call, you are startled out of your thoughts, “Ah sorry. I—“

“P-please don't apologize! You are my lady, you have nothing to apologize for.” Marine shouts out as he visibly pales, “I am your servant, it is actually my fault for disturbing you while you were clearly thinking.”

“A-ah I wouldn’t say that…” You murmured out, clearly disagreeing with what Marine was telling you. Though… You find yourself pause as a thought suddenly hits you, “Marine, Why are you calling me ‘My Lady’?”

“Why that’s because you are the new lady of the Manor.”

“T-the manor? What Manor?”

“Southern Manor, Of cours—“ Marine seems to pause at his words as he realizes something. “I sincerely apologize, My Lady. I totally forgot that since you are from the human realm that you have no idea what has happened here.”

Marine looks around the room before finally spotting what he was looking for and swimming over to it. A map…? You sit up slightly as you look over at the giant map that mount the wall above a dresser.

“At the Palace, there are 5 Manors that make up its body. Pacific Manor, The main Manor that holds the king and queen of the sea. Arctic Manor, which holds and trains the knights that protect Atlantis. Atlantic Manor, Lord Triton’s as well as any future heirs Manor. Indian Manor, which holds Lord Triton’s classes, storage and other needed rooms. And Finally, Southern Manor…., for Lord Poseidon’s Mistresses.”

“M-mistresses?!” You spit out as you shoot up from your spot. You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. In no ways would you bed Poseidon. This wasn’t what you wanted when you accepted to be Triton’s mother. You didn’t want to actually be with his father.

“P-please calm down, My Lady. You aren’t one of Lord Poseidon’s Mistresses. My Lord has never taken a Mistress ever.” At Marine’s explanation, you let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. “The reason I call you My lady is simply because you are now Lord Triton’s official guardian along with Lord Poseidon after Lady Amphitrite was ruled irresponsible for such duties. Due to Lady Amphitrite still not officially divorced from Lord Poseidon, she still lives in Pacific Manor. So you can not live there as of now and the second best place is here in Southern Manor.”

“O-oh…” You choke out. Though you were happy that you were officially Triton’s guardian and can still stay by the boy’s side, you weren’t sure how long you would last. Especially since you were sure that woman was now going to be out for your throat. “…but couldn’t she just come over to this Manor if she so pleased?”

“Not at all, My lady. Do not worry.” Marine informs you as it points its fin to the cluster of three manors at the top. “The Atlantic Manor, Southern Manor and Indian Manor were all originally designed to hold an intricate sea garden in the middle. This idea was later scrapped by Lady Amphitrite but, by the time she denied it, a tall metal fence had already been put up that surrounded the three buildings to keep unauthorized visitors out from the garden. Under Lord Poseidon’s watch, early this morning a sea witch put up a spell that forbade Lady Amphitrite from entering anywhere in the gated area. So she will not be able to get anywhere near you or Lord Triton.”

“Oh. Thank goodness” You mutter out as you let out a sigh of relief. Finally, you and Triton could live in somewhat peace after—

Triton…!

How could you possibly forget about what happened with Marissa? Was Triton treated for his wounds once he got back?

“My Lady, you can’t get up—“

“Marine. Please take me to see Triton. I need to see him at once!”

Author Note: Ooooop— We got a little insight on how Poseidon feels about the reader and still what in the world happened to Triton? I’m just glad Vol. 2 is up and I can’t wait for the next chapter. Yet, Triton… I miss you 😢. Come back soon in my writing, bud. We need you to lighten up the atmosphere.

Taglist: @angeli-fucking-cat @marixxhq @sproutcorner @orophaea @anime-lover-forever-1127

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv poseidon x reader #snv poseidon #snv #record of ragnarok #bivalve

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Can we get Yandere Mafia Levi going after the naive Starbucks barista?

Mafia Levi? Alright, modern AU then.

Tw: Yandere themes, stalking, possessiveness, obsessiveness, threatening, manipulating, killing, kidnapping

Mafia Levi going after the naive Starbucks barista s/o

⚔️Do you ever notice the handsome man who keeps visiting your shop? You might, who doesn’t notice a handsome man with sharp features. But besides that, do you ever notice the other things? Do you notice how he always only seems to come when it’s your shift? Do you ever question yourself why he only gives you a huge tip? That he always stares at you? And this scary and intense look he gives everyone who touches you or flirts with you? And do you ever notice that all of them only shortly after either get in huge financial problems or die due to an “accident”. Do you notice how he keeps squeezing himself in your life?

⚔️First of all, who is this man even? It’s Levi Ackerman, the man who is feared in the whole country and worldwide known. A face and name who only very few people saw and heard and even less who came out alive after seeing him. He has a huge number of pawns working under him even though most of them don’t even know his real face. Only the most loyal people, people he trusts know under him, also known as his personal squad. He’s known to be merciless to his enemies, brutal and vicious to everyone who stands in his way. But is that true?

⚔️Whilst many call him a “devil”, there are also some who label him as a modern “Robin Hood”. Because what many don’t know is that Levi donates on a daily base a huge amount of money to poor cities and people who were left behind by society. He himself was abandoned by the rich, often had to beg in order to get at least a bit of money. But in the end he couldn’t save his mother, dying from starvation and terrible hygiene, drinking dirty water and often eating thrown away food. He knows how these people feel, living in such a modern world and still having to suffer like this. And he wants to help such people because he knows that no one else will. Despite being a mafia there are also many things he doesn’t want to interact with, leading to many criminals calling him a honorable man. He witnessed the impact of drugs back in his childhood, how it ruined people and decided to never do business involving this slow killer. Whilst very cruel with police men and every task force going after him, he also always tries to not get too many innocent involved because he also knows that not all people are bad, back in the day remembering that some people bought for him and his mother food, some more than just once.

⚔️He also, despite being very harsh, also made sure that people who worked under him, most likely people who had gone to similar shit in their pasts like him, were taken care of as well as their families, making him desired, many people wanting to work for him. But there were special conditions that someone had to fulfill. No drugs, body hygiene and undying loyalty. Because if you betrayed him, he would finish you off mercilessly and stop caring for your family. That was the dark side of him.

⚔️So how managed Levi, a man who had the blood of tons of people on his hands, to fall for you, a rather naive Starbucks barista? Call him crazy because you most likely don’t remember, but you two actually met before back in childhood. You were one of those people who often bought him stuff, be that pastries, sweets or other take away food, letting him choose what he wanted and paying with your own money. Levi never forgot such a kind act, especially not since at that time it was so rare for him to experience friendliness. He never forgot your name, having asked personally for it. And whilst he admitted that he didn’t recognize you at first when one day walking just in the shop, the lightbulb went on in his head when hearing one of the co-workers calling your name, the nagging suspicion that he had seen you somewhere before suddenly making sense. So you were that child from back then!

⚔️Levi wanted to thank you, but couldn’t. There was no guarantee that you even remembered him and there was also the danger that if people would find out that you knew him they would be after you, meaning troubles for him and that would made you a threat he would have to remove, something he didn’t want to do. So instead of thanking you, he just set for transferring a not small amount of money to your account as a kind of payback for your kindness.

⚔️But there was also this certain curiosity in him. Had you changed during all this time? Or were you still the same? You were the first person he had ever met who he still remembered so clearly. It was supposed to be just another small visit to observe you a bit, that was all it should have been.

⚔️So the next time he visited, he sat down, planning to stay for a bit longer and to observe you a bit closer. And in a way he felt relieved that you still were such a unaffected and innocent person, of course a bit too naive, but still the same. In a way Levi was impressed that you really hadn’t changed a bit, still this same childlike grin and more bouncy personality.

⚔️Everything went well, it was just supposed to be a small visit. And that’s all it had been to Levi. That was until he planned to go, but just about as he was to go, you suddenly called after him to wait and give you a moment of his time. At first he was a bit confused to why you wanted to talk to him, but turned around nevertheless, asking you confused what you wanted. And that’s when you said something that shocked him. You asked if you knew him from somewhere, after rubbing your head embarrassed admitting that you reminded him of a kid back then, he might look healthier and have more weight than the child you were referring to, but there were still a lot of similarities. You had never forgotten about that child and just wanted to know if he was by now alright or not, knowing that he had lived under poor conditions.

⚔️For a short second Levi was too shocked to reply, not believing that you still remembered him before mentally slapping himself and declining your offer, telling you that you must confuse him with someone, making you laugh embarrassed and apologize for the sudden interruption, storming back to the store. And Levi watched you for a while longer before continuing his own way, but his mind was in that moment by you. You remembered him! Remembered an insignificant kid for whom many person hadn’t given a care. But after so many years you still remembered and you still cared, making a warm and fuzzy feeling erupt in Levi’s chest. Maybe another visit wouldn’t be too bad?

⚔️One more visit became two, two became three, three became four and very soon he was referred to you as your “loyal guest” since he always came when you were working, Levi having gotten access to your work plans in no time. You two often chatted a bit with each other, Levi often coming when you were about to close to walk a bit with you and get to know you better before having to go his separate way. And you never failed to make his heart flutter, Levi found himself often stunned by how childish you really had remained, often throwing childish tantrums and pouting and sulking when something didn’t go your way. It led Levi to often scolding you slightly that you should start acting like a grownup when in reality he actually liked this behavior of yours. It gave him a feeling of ease, to know that you hadn’t changed at all.

⚔️Levi knew that he wasn’t supposed to enjoy this as much as he did, knew that if the wrong people would find out that you had a connection to him, you would get in huge danger. And he had tried one time before to stop, he really had. But two things had changed his mind. First of all his mind had killed him, his emotions screaming at him to go back. And when he had come back you had nudged him playfully and afterwards poured, saying in a hurt tone that you had missed him. You really were feeding his dark desires, weren’t you? Did you even know who he really was? That he could turn your whole life upside down?

⚔️The more Levi was pulled into this sinister rabbit hole called obsession, the more possessive and stricter he got with you. He started showing his dislike when he saw other people talking to you, walked you now home and even started telling you that you should stay away from certain persons since he got a bad feeling about them. Secretly he felt bad for manipulating you like this, but he couldn’t help. You were his! He wouldn’t let anyone else have you!

⚔️Of course there were moments where he couldn’t be with you due to personal business, but in such moments one it two of his most talented and trusted members were always watching you, knowing too well about their boss’s obsession with you since it was always their job to collect information about you plus they had seen the happiness and love in Levi’s eyes whenever he had spent time with you.

⚔️Levi knows that you two are like lion and mouse, he’s dangerous for you and found endanger your whole life. So at first he would try to start a normal relationship with you, removing every potential rival and gaining all informations on your likings and how to properly court you, even going as far as setting scenarios up where he’ll save you from dangerous situations and make himself look like a hero and if you fall naturally for him, at least at first nothing might look wrong.

⚔️But there are a couple of possibilities to why he could kidnap you. If someone on who’s bad dude he got finds out about you, if you yourself figure it out, reject him or when his possessiveness and paranoia that something might happen to you even after you were willing to start a relationship with him. There will come a time where Levi will take you away from your safe and secure home. He knows that isn’t right, he knows that he shouldn’t do this. But if he would leave you behind and something might happen to you, he would make the world burn.

⚔️If you already know that he’s a mafia, Levi would also tell you that he actually lied to you and is the kid from back then, shattering most likely all your trust in him and causing you to not believe that the small and helpless boy turned into such a powerful and cruel man, even you having heard from this famous and mysterious mafia.

⚔️Levi would never leave your side and if he does, he always has some members of his squad with you which would be the only ones who are allowed to know about your existence. He has a couple of trackers on you, so small that the human eye can’t see them, but deadly affective. He will find you, no matter how far away you are.

⚔️Prepare yourself to often move around, the life of the mafia including to change destination quite often, Levi always making sure to keep a tight security around you. He’s more understanding if you should distance yourself from him after finding out the truth, accepting it to give you more space and let you calm down. But do remember that he hasn’t the best string of patience and at one point will become more aggressive with his behavior. You brat want to act like a child? Fine then, he’ll treat you like one!

⚔️Despite all of this you would be his biggest weakness, his soft spot which can and will break him if you would die. Because Levi would be totally devastated, bottling his emotions up before exploding at one point. It’s better if no one even dares to hurt his darling because Levi will not only strangle this person barehanded, but also wipe out every single person they loved. Only so they know how he would feel if someone would take you away from him.

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