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hazelfoureyes · 3 months

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The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (part two)

This is part two! Here is part one. I lied, there is a bit of smut! Oopsie daisy. Inspired by @moonmark98 ‘s story idea of reader trying to forget Alastor and failing. I hadn’t planned a second part initially so I hope you like it 🥺

⟢ part1♡̶sidestory♡̶part2♡̶part3♡̶part4 ⟣

You return to earth and spend a year trying to crawl out from under the memory of Alastor. When an employee tells you a terrible past trauma, you end up right back where you started.

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“Ooh my, this is highly unusual. Charlie is right, you really shouldn’t be here.” Stolas fretted over you. “Uuunfortunately I don’t have my book at this particular moment however I can just snag it from Blitzy and be back soon.”

“What’s a blitzy?” Angel looked around the room to no one in particular.

“What isn’t he?” Stolas cooed.

“Wait a minute!” Husk snapped his fingers, “Is that the imp who burned down loo loo land?”

“The very one!”

“He also takes hits out on people on earth, doesn’t he?” Husk gave Stolas a sideways look. Alastor hummed in acknowledgment.

“Ah haha yes” Nervously chuckling, Stolas scratched at the feathers behind his neck, “Anywho! I’ll return shortly and get you back where you belong, little one.” He flashed his kind smile to you before bowing to Charlie and portaling out of the room.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Charlie sat beside you on the edge of the bed. You’d been escorted immediately to an empty room upon arrival, sat down while the core staff of the hotel flitted about wildly upon hearing Angel’s recounting of events.

“You smell dirty”, the tiny maid cackled and ran to you before being lifted by her apron by Husk.

“That is a”, you rubbed your wrists nervously, “complicated question…”

“There’s nowhere safer in all of hell than this room. With Vaggie and me and Alastor”, Charlie brought her hands to her mouth, “or— not Alas- I mean” She looked at Vaggie, “What do I mean??”

“Nothing and no one will lay a finger on you here.” Vaggie was staring at Alastor when she said it.

“I don’t think its fingers anyone’s worried about”, Angel shifted his gaze from Alastor to you and back.

Alastor turned his head slowly to meet Angel’s eyes, “Did you say something, Angel Dust?”

He shook his head and quickly left, Niffty and Husk in tow.

“I think you should leave, too.” Vaggie crossed her arms.

Alastor replied by taking a step closer to you, gesturing with his microphone, “I don’t see what all the fuss is about. She is safe and sound, barely a bruise on her.” He looked over you, the side of your face still slightly pink from the way you hit the ground hardly an hour ago. He could hear your body sliding across the wooden cabin floor still, what a strangely exciting noise. What else could he drag you across? What surfaces could he slide your over? What noises would they make? What noises would you make?

“You took her fucking soul, Alastor. In a coerced deal!”

“If I remember correctly, that is exactly what I had been asked to do.” He grinned, taking his monocle off and cleaning it on his sleeve. Vaggie looked to Charlie, who shrunk from her horrified face. “Plus, she’s still alive. Who knows if the deal even counts. I’ve never made one with a living person.” With an exaggerated shrug, Alastor took a seat on the sofa opposite the bed, legs crossed. “Either way, she isn’t anywhere near Val anymore.” His eyes met yours, for the first time since…

You looked away. He wanted to grab your chin and force you to see him. He wanted to read what was written on your face. Shame? No…yes, but something more. Embarrassment. Confusion. Ah— You clenched your jaw, finally returning his stare. Anger. “Did I not do exactly what I had promised I would? What I had warned you I would?” Your lips curled over your teeth. “While yes, I hadn’t explicitly stated the number of times-“

“Stop talking! No, no. Enough of that.” Charlie waved her arms as if she could dissipate the very topic away, “Alastor could you please give me a moment alone with her?” She looked at him with big, worried eyes, “Please?”

Through gritted teeth Alastor acquiesced, “It is your hotel, Princess. I’ll be just outside the door.” The last sentence was for you, you could feel it like you could feel his shadow still ghosting over your legs.

As soon as the door shut, she closed the distance between you, looking to Vaggie who offered her a supportive nod.

“Seriously, are you hurt? Did he— Did he hurt you?”

Oh, you wish he had. That’d be easier to say. Easier to process. You wish he’d knocked you around like Val had done earlier. That left you indignant, enraged. But this — whatever this was — you couldn’t find purchase on a reaction. You didn’t even want to think the things bubbling under your consciousness.

“Just my pride. Uhh,” you shifted, your thighs and cunt sore to the touch, “He really did warn me. Got my okay, kind of. And he didn’t hurt me, except dragging me around and flipping me but-”, You noticed Charlie’s alarmed expression, “I’m physically fine.”

She nodded, her expression still oozing concern, “Well that’s good, then.”

“What… You both seem humanish, but what exactly are-“ You tipped your head in the direction of the door.

“Well I think Angel is some kind of spider…Husk, not entirely sure honestly”, Charlie looked up as if searching for a memory, “Alastor is a deer. It’s all tied to how people lived and died, I think.”

A deer? You shook your head, “Nothing about that man resembles a prey animal.”

“His death sure did.” Vaggie commented.

“So if I have some weird death I’ll end up here? If I drown… I’ll come back as a fish?” You were mostly thinking out loud, and hadn’t expected Charlie to nod in agreement.

“But don’t think about that! You might still go to heaven. Like Al said, he isn’t even sure the deal is binding.” She beamed and clapped her hands together.

It felt binding.

When that green light had erupted from beneath you, you thought you could feel him. Not the tentacles, or the memory of his hand. It felt like he was in the light itself, casting shadows on the ceiling in the shape of you. It felt alive, every ray of light a breathe washing over you.

You looked down at the robe, white and silky. Where were your clothes? Where was your fucking aunt? What about your phone? You had a car, too. Wait, no… did you drive to her house? Or did she…You hadn’t slept since being dragged to hell. Staring at the hem of the sleeve, you tried to focus your mind but suddenly you were wading in cognitive mud.

Shadows gathered near the foot of the bed before you saw Alastor rise out of the cluster. Charlie said something, Vaggie said something but sharper. It sounded far away already. Your body was beginning to feel heavy, an ache settling across your back and thighs.

“Perhaps you should lie down, my dear.” His voice cut through the murky waters of your thoughts. The bed sunk beside you as he pressed a hand down, the other lifting your chin to force eye contact. Vaggie made a loud noise, Charlie a smaller one, a longer one. Was it words? Were they speaking? Your lids were heavy over your eyes, Alastor’s face beginning to blur. His smile looked strained, eyebrows knitted together in an emotion almost recognized. Concern? His grin threw it off. You raised your eyebrows to try and open your eyes wider but the effect was minimal.

You heard yourself groan as an arm hooked under your knees, another catching your shoulders as you fell to the side. It felt like you were floating. Your legs came down slowly, you could feel the robe adjusting around your waist. Your head went back before comfortably straightening. A warmth spread down your neck, leaving goosebumps to runaway down your shoulder. It was dark now, and in the haze you heard from somewhere so close it felt like maybe you had thought it yourself, “In perpetuity, mon cher.”

You didn’t recognize the room at first, but when you finally managed to lift yourself out of bed you sighed. Home. You only knew it had been real because of the robe and busted lip. Well, mostly sure.

No one noticed you were gone, which wasn’t shocking. Working backwards, you could piece together you had gone to visit your aunt on Saturday morning. You awoke early Monday in your own bed some 60 miles from your aunt's home. Your car had been found abandoned off an old dirt road way outside of town.

You tried to get back to life, get to work. But you were clearly only half there.

Your aunt was found dead the following weekend, half submerged in a swamp just outside of Tampa. Her funeral was funny. Not “haha” funny, “Say hi to Val for me” kinda funny. When they lowered her into the ground you wondered what she looked like. What's the animal manifestation of a selfish, raging bitch? What’s the most untrustworthy home appliance?

Probably a gerbil, or a toaster.

You found yourself doing that a lot, What will they look like in the afterlife?

It took a good six months for you to stop sleeping in the robe. You couldn’t trash it, it was evidence you had been spirited away. It smelled like smoke and baby oil. Like Angel. It was soft on your skin, like—

Oh. It took less time for the dreams to calm down. Maybe a month of waking up in a cold sweat.

At first they were stressful. Val backhanding you. The feeling of leather chafing against your wrists. The cabin. The real one, not the set.

But then one night they weren’t stressful. You could remember the dream like it had really happened. A large hand cupping your cheek, another roaming past your hips before hooking under your knee. The warmth of a breath on your neck, on your navel. More hands. Everywhere. Your back, your ankle, your neck.

You woke up and the first feeling you felt was disappointment. It hit you like a truck.

The dreams slowly ramped up until some nights you awoke mid-orgasm. Never in your life had you experienced wet dreams; you didn’t even know women got them.

And it wasn’t always him—- well, not at first. You’d be kissing someone, a stranger or your ex or whoever. You’d have your hands in their hair, enjoying the feeling of their tongue sliding over yours. You’d be positively humming into their mouth. They’d pull you forward, lie you down, tugging your pants down your legs.

When they’d kiss up your arm and nestle into your neck they’d whisper hottily into your ear, “My doe.”

Sometimes you woke up, but many times you didn’t. Many times you grabbed his face and kissed him, letting him take control and direct you. You’d shrink beneath him, allowing him to use your body as he pleased. You’d surrender, you’d melt. He’d fuck you into the ground of god-knows-where, nails cutting into the flesh of your ass as he pulled you up to meet each punishing thrust. There were trees and starlight and you felt the humidity on your skin.

You’d always squirm away, try to escape the pleasure and he would find joy in pulling you back onto his cock. It felt like a game where you both already knew the outcome. “Going to cum, sweetheart?”, would be the last thing you heard before the real life spasms of your release stirred you awake.

The first man you took home after returning to earth was sweet. Gentle. Too gentle. You’d try to direct him, to let him know you wouldn’t break but he’d shy away from asserting dominance.

Other partners were more in charge, but it didn’t sit right. If you were going to allow someone control over you, you felt like they had to deserve it. You needed to respect them in some capacity.

You tried choking during sex, while it did heighten the pleasure their hand felt so small it broke your concentration. Bondage was fun, you got a rush from shibari, but all it did was inform your dreams.

You tried femdom, and while it was impowering it didn’t scratch that itch. You tried being a sub, but like before you found the people over you as unworthy of you. You didn’t think so highly of yourself, it’s just that autonomy was precious and these people were, well, just people. Mortals.

Your friends enjoyed your hoe era, self titled, but it was short lived. It had been eight months since you returned when you bought your first real sex toy, and took up hiking. It felt nice to be outdoors, and the days you spent in the forests seemed to make for nights of less intense dreams.

Your toy was, ashamedly, selected for its three points of contact. A pink little vibrator, big enough to need some work into you but not painful. The first time you used it you clung to your pillow, heart ballooning against your spiked blood pressure, and screamed a chorus of his name. The two points inside you vibrating in tandem with the small suction cup shape extending from the base doming your clit brought back delicious memories.

Every time, you felt embarrassed after. You could imagine him hearing you all the way in hell and chuckling at how pathetic you were. Satisfied at how empty you felt after.

It wasn’t just about the sex, you were never a very sexually needy person. You were chasing that feeling of surrender, of being both safe and out of control at the same time. The little bit of danger with the pleasure. But not, “local woman found dead in the woods” kind of danger. “Corrupt your soul and ruin your afterlife” kind of danger.

After a year of being earthside, life had finally calmed. Were you still fucked in your dreams? Yes, but a manageable once or so a month. Your toy was nice, but not necessary. A man, or anyone, hadn’t touched you in months. And that was alright. You felt almost normal, except the mornings you woke up hoping to see a pair of red eyes somewhere in the room.

You chalked it up to escapism.

Work had promoted you, twice, which helped distract you from boredom. While performing one of your monthly employee meetings, you met with a young man you’d recently hired. He was still in college, but he had a good head on his shoulders and made quick decisions. You were confident he’d be your equal within the year.

(Implied childhood trauma below the line; not graphic but it’s implied to have happened)

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“Tired?” He asked you while you logged back into your computer.

You nodded, yawning into the back of your hand, “Spent most of Sunday at Shallow Ridge. Scoping out a good camping spot for when it warms up.”

“No shit, my dad hunts out there. Every Sunday, too.”

“I didn’t take you for the hunting type”, You blinked away the exhaustion and opened his employee file.

“Nah I’m not.” He shook his head, “He used to take me all the time when I was little.”

You nodded, not looking at him and only half listening, “Aww, sounds fun.”

He scoffed. You found the audio file of his graded phone calls, double clicking it. The file seemed corrupted.

“Not fun?” You absentmindedly asked.

You opened the program to manually find the call file. The silence began to creep over you until you felt your chest heavy under the weight of it.

You finally looked at him. The look in his eyes was distant, the color from his face was gone.

“Hey”, your tone changed, your subconscious recognizing something before you did.

He snapped back up, looking at you now. His smile didn’t meet his eyes. You didn’t say anything, just pushed your chair from your desk and looked directly at him.

“What?” He averted his gaze.

“You know you can tell me anything, right? You’re not just a resource here. Hell, I see you more than my own flesh and blood.”

He nodded, and when he finally brought his eyes back to yours his composure cracked and tears fell down his cheeks in streams. “It’s fine” he forced a laugh, “It was like a million years ago.”

You took off the rest of the day, and after providing hugs and your own tears and information on company sponsored counseling and resources, you went home.

Well, first you went to the camping store. And then home. Your dreams that week were calm, as if they knew you couldn’t enjoy a romp in a field.

When Saturday night bled into Sunday morning, you drove your car to Shallow Ridge. You placed the keys on the front seat and left your phone under the seat itself.

You waited for four hours, but eventually a truck pulled up and the man you saw in various Facebook photos and tagged family Christmas cards made his way into the dense forest. You circled back on the trail, head dizzy.

You knew you couldn’t overpower him, but you weren’t trying to win. You just wanted to make him hurt. You’d met men like him before. You’d suffered men like him. Survived men like him. When you two crossed paths on the barely marked trail and you were a beat behind him, you stopped, took out the hunting knife you were told could cut bone, and brought it down into the crook of his neck with both hands.

He whipped around, shock and panic on his face as his hands came back from his shoulder bloody. When he scrambled for his gun you sliced at his chest, then again at his throat but it wasn’t deep enough to stop him.

As he advanced on you, fumbling with his shotgun, you tumbled backwards. He fell with you, pinning you down beneath the full weight of his body on your stomach. Twisting beneath him you almost got onto your side when you sunk the knife into his inner thigh, remembering the artery there from your mother’s surgery. He got the gun loaded, aimed it at your chest, “Crazy bitch!”

“Fuck you.”

He fired.

Your breath left steam as it flitted weakly from your body, frost still on the ground. Your mouth was open as blood held your face to the forest floor. As your vision darkened, you watched the man slump over and onto the ground beside you. His eyes were open and unmoving.

A burst of green erupted from beneath you, and you smiled as you sank down into the light.

“Did you miss me terribly, my little doe?”

(Part three)

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baileypie-writes · 3 months

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idk maybe just them gossiping or just hanging out (i don’t actually know what a prompt is, and i suck at making up stories 😭)

A/N ~ I hope I remember what you asked for correctly. I believe it was being best friends with Veneer? If not, I deeply apologize! Hope you enjoy!

~Celebrity Gossip~

Veneer + GN!Best Friend!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Gender neutral, Veneer’s best friend

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Comedy, fluff

Synopsis: One of the perks of having a celebrity for a best friend, is getting to hear all the celebrity gossip. This time, Veneer had some good tea!

Warnings: Gossiping(duh), mentions of an adult dating a minor(part of the gossip)

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You heard a “ping” come from your phone, as well as felt it vibrate slightly. You pick it up, and it’s a text message from your best friend, Veneer. You wondered why he would be texting you if he was working.

You opened the message, and excitement rose within you. The text read:

“I’m coming over after work. I have some JUICY gossip!”

You replied: “Can’t wait!” And set your phone down.

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About an hour later, you heard a knock at your front door. You practically jumped off the couch, and dashed to answer it.

“Prepare yourself, this is a lot!” He said, once you opened the door.

“I’m already prepared. I even got snacks!” You responded. Veneer let out a small, excited squeal, and you both went into the living room.

Veneer grabbed a bag of potato chip, and you got some candy.

“Bitch, the pot.” You said.

(A/N ~ This is really old talk for “pour the tea”! Idk, just thought it’d be funny.)

After swallowing a mouthful of chips, he began. “Okay, so you know Chrysanthemum the pop singer, right?” He asked.

“Yes, of course I do!” You responded.

“Okay, so you know how she was dating Chad?”

“Yeah. Wait a minute, ‘was’? What happened? Did they break up?” You asked, in shock. “They were so cute together!”

“Okay, get this! Chad has been kind of distant lately. At the event I was just at, he was on his phone, like, the whole time!” You hummed at this, very intrigued. “Chrissy was getting a lot of praise and stuff, and Chad didn’t even look up or say anything!”

You gasped. “What? What a douche bag!”

“Yeah! I know!” Veneer shoved some more chips in his mouth. You did the same with your candy. After a moment, he continued. “So eventually, Chrissy gets mad at him, and snatches his phone. Then she find out that he’s been texting another girl!”

You gasp yet again. “What?! He’s been cheating?! How could he cheat on Chrissy? She’s one of coolest pop stars ever! No offense, you’re still cooler.”

“None taken, and thanks! But that’s not even the most shocking part!” He said.

“Oh no. What else is there?”

“The girl he was texting… was Chrissy’s sister!”

“No!” You exclaimed.

“Yes! And! She’s only sixteen!”

You nearly choked on your food after hearing that information. “What?! So not only did Chad cheat on her, he’s also a gross predator?!”

“Yeah! And this all happened in front of everyone!” Veneer said, still almost as shocked as you. “So yeah, they broke up.”

“Well of course. If my partner was cheating on me with my underage sister, I’d dump them too.” You said.

Veneer laughed, and so did you. You love hearing celebrity news and gossip. So the fact that your best friend just happens to be famous is good for you. This way, you get all the juicy details. Plus, hearing it in person and with the way Veneer tells the stories is much more entertaining than just reading it off the internet. Gossip sessions like these are really the highlights of your friendship.

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~~baileypie-writes

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 9 months

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Can't believe I've never asked this, but how would the townspeople react to the farmer having a baby (With the idea that they've already been here a while so they are an established member of the community).

Maybe when they are pregnant and when they've had the baby if it's not too much? (Especially if it happens to be their grandchildren)

I have to admit, I had to translate the question several times because I was hella confused. Spent about 10 minutes trying to figure out if you meant a Farmer who already has a baby (like, 2+ years old) or a Farmer who just had a baby (just being born/adopted), or the fact that Farmer came to town with a child and the child is already a full-fledged member of the community, or.... I feel dumb, I'm sorry... Hope I understood the question correctly, dear anon.

I'm not going mention pregnancy to make the Farmer without a specific gender (everyone can imagine their own Farmer). I hope that's okay with you, or feel free to ask the more specific question again. I will also write in this hedcanon exclusively non-marriage SDV candidates. Hope it's alright too! ❤️

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Oh-ho-ho! You can't hide anything from the moms and gossips of the Stardew Valley. Caroline and Jodi have already told each other everything in great detail: how cute the baby is, how happy the parents are. If it so happens that the child is their grandchild, their joy will not be limited - they already dream of the days when they, already as grandmothers, will spoil their grandchildren and coo over them.

After arriving home, Kent couldn't remember the last time he smiled sincerely. The only people who could see his smile were his family members, and that was rare. So when Kent saw the little baby laughing in Farmer's arms, he smiled so broadly that his wife and sons were even startled for a moment. In fact, the sight of the cute little baby reminded him of Sam and Vincent when they were just as little. He was grateful to both Farmer's baby and Farmer themself for helping him remember a quiet life, it was those memories that allowed him to get back on track a little faster with his beloved family and community.

Robin will be calmer than her friends, but will also be endlessly happy for Farmer when they have a baby/adopt a child. As a woman with good experience of motherhood, she will help the Farmer if they have difficulties with caring for the baby or just give some useful advice if they ask for it. And watch out if it's Robin's grandchild - she'll spoil them with wooden toys she makes herself, and she'll be a cool grandma in general.

Don't let it fool you that George is grumpy because small children are very loud, interfere with the TV and are on their way to inadvertently break a tea set in the cupboard of his house. George loves children, and if it's Alex and Farmer's baby, he'll just melt with sentimentality. He still can't believe he's lived long enough to call himself a great-grandfather..... Hear that, suckers? He's now a proud great-grandpa with the best grandchildren and great-grandchildren!

There's a baby in the Farmer's family? And Pierre just happens to have the best baby food in the store, and at a great price, plus ten percent off. All the best for a baby! .....What? Okay, okay, don't give him that look. He may be a businessman (albeit a "slightly" desperate businessman), but he's not completely insensitive. He's actually happy for Farmer and their partner that they have a long-awaited child. He's even happier that Farmer's partner happens to be his daughter Abigail. The "businessman" Pierre is relegated to the background, so the first place will be taken by "grandpa" Pierre, who is just very caring and gentle with kid, and maybe a little overprotective.

And who do we have here? Hehe, such a cute baby, they are very similar to Farmer, the same energetic, running around looking for adventure and problems. Oh, don't look so angry at Lewis, he's just joking. The Farmer has long been a full member of the Pelican Town community, and he will also happily welcome a new little member as well. At such moments, he feels proud of the position of mayor. Just please keep an eye on the baby, because they will definitely be troublemakers, just like the Farmer themself. What? Don't look at him like that, he's absolutely right!

Heh, how happy the old fisherman's eyes are that there are already many young people there in their small town. Usually all the young families with children go to the big cities to look for happiness, but Willy is glad that the Farmer has found their happiness, and family, right here. His heart will melt at all if the Farmer's child becomes interested in fishing, just like their parent once. Considering that he treat Farmer almost like his own child, it's safe to say he now has a grandchild.

No one would have thought that Demetrius, after learning that Farmer had a baby, would have such a small bout of paranoia. Since Farmer is a frequent visitor to their home, knowing that they would be visiting with the baby, Demetrius decided to remove all sharp and glass objects from the lab, as well as some of his wife's sharp tools. And the concerns for the baby's safety will be even greater if it's his grandchild. And he will be equally concerned and paranoid if it is Maru's or Sebastian's child. So don't let Sebby say that his stepfather doesn't love him: he does, but it's hard for him to find common ground with him. But he will show concern for his safety to everyone.

It doesn't matter to Evelyn that the Farmer's baby arrived by midsummer, the caring grandmother has already sewn almost a dozen different sweaters, scarves and mittens for the Farmer's baby as gifts. And it doesn't matter if it is her great-grandson or not, she will treat them with the same love and care, and will always be happy to see them and Farmer in her home. What a saintly granny, nothing to add, bless Yoba for her good heart!

Well, as if Marlon and Gil knew in advance that the Farmer was about to have a baby, as they recently stopped by the Guilds and gave the reason why they wouldn't be able to temporarily handle the adventurer's duties. Farmer had served the Valley well, protecting it from the monsters that lurked in the mines, so the old adventurers quietly let them go and wished them, their partner, and the baby happiness. Maybe when their child grows up and behaves well, Uncle Marlon and Gil will show them their collection of weapons, or tell them different stories about their adventures.

Yay! More people to play with! Jas, Vincent and Leo are excited to have another person in their company for tea parties and outdoor games. And that's all they need to be happy.

Hmm... A new addition to their family? Ah, yes, Rasmodius remembers that moment too, when he saw the Farmer's future. Though, to be honest, he saw other developments that bothered him greatly, for it included his ex-wife, strange statues, and a prismatic shard... But he was glad that Farmer had chosen this fate, though outwardly it would appear that he didn't care at all about the lives of the people of Stardew Valley. If child will show an interest in magic, feel free to visit his tower anytime. And no, he won't be giving their child that moss and fly agaric potion, so please stop looking at him so suspiciously.

Oh, how wonderful that Marnie's friend had a little happiness, and the Farmer sometimes brings this little happiness everytime they goes to visit her at the Ranch. Such a wonderful baby, she is sure that they and Jas will become wonderful friends in the future. Of course, she loves her niece and nephew (who sometimes behaves like a child too), but sometimes she would like to know what it's like to be a mother. Well, at least know what it's like to be loved. What? No no don't think anything like that, Jas and Shane love Marnie mutually, she just means SOMEONE, and she hopes that SOMEONE finally gets up the courage and confesses her feelings openly. Isn't that right, Mr. SOMEONE?

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 4 months

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Beneath Miles of Stone - Part five - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.

TW: Bullying

Michael has a lot of stuff. A lot of heavy stuff. Despite him assuring her that he can move it all in on his own, she still wants to help.

It would be kind of a dick move if she didn’t assist with all of this. An hour in, and the apartment is already transformed from bland and empty into a hoard of pastel rainbow decor and soft white staple pieces.

She takes a break to admire the painting of a fluffy white angel cat over watercolor Van Gogh scenery. Michael comes through the door, panting, with his white, vintage microwave in tow.

“Who painted this?” She asks him.

He smiles, blushes, puts the microwave down and then his hand on his hips. “I did.”

Her eyes grow wide. “This is amazing.”

He chuckles. “Thank you.”

She likes Michael a lot already, but she’s also very jealous of him and his many talents and cool possessions. He makes her want to decorate and be creative, both skills she’s never been able to possess correctly.

She hasn’t gotten the key made yet, so she goes out and does that while he starts unpacking his things. By the time she’s done, her apartment looks astonishing. Fairy lights twinkle over gauze white curtains and a big speaker plays soft hiphop music in one corner of the living room. Her couch is full of comfy white and grey fluffy throw pillows. An incense burner releases gourmand, smoky aroma into the air.

Michael is stretched out on the couch, taking a break, watching Legally Blonde on DVD. Her small TV is now in her room and his bigger flatscreen dwarfs the stand that it was on.

She sits down beside him with two glasses of water. Before she can set hers down on the coffee table, he stops her. “Wait! Coasters!”

He digs through two boxes of stuff before he finds white marble coasters for them to set their drinks on.

She laughs at him and he grins back. “I know, I know,” he tells her, “typical trust fund kid BS.”

“You’re fine,” she tells him. “I was laughing at the coasters because the table is already a mess.”

“Listen,” he says, “this table just needs some tee ell cee . A sander and some paint would do her wonders.” He pats the wooden top.

“Can I help?” She asks, excited to take on a project with a new friend.

“Of course you can,” he assures.

She remembers him telling her that his mother is an artist. “Did your mom teach you to paint?”

He nods. “She also taught me how to make miniatures. You know, like dollhouses but for adults?”

“That’s amazing. Do you trade art with her?”

“I do,” he says, “we send things back and forth in the mail. Although my dad says it ‘ clogs up their post office box ’.”

“He’s not a fan of art?”

Michael snorts. “He hates everything except golf. Sometimes I think he hates me.”

She shakes her head. “Does he really hate you? You’re the perfect son.”

Michael sighs. “No, but he hates gay people, so it’s close enough. When I first came out to him, if my mother wouldn’t have been there, he would’ve probably shot me. He’s a real man’s man if you know what I mean..”

She nods, smiling ruefully. “Oh, I know exactly what you mean.”

Michael thinks for a moment. “We should get a dog.”

“I would love that, but it’s no pets here.” She frowns.

He raises his eyebrows and sips at his water. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

They decide it has to be a quiet dog, one from the local shelter who’s comfortable being alone at night. They look online for local pounds to read up on some potential candidates.

“Rocky. Pitbull mix. Potty trained, good with kids and other pets, sweet and loves everyone.” She shows Michael a picture of a medium sized black, stout dog with shiny grey eyes.

Michael shows her his own selection, a retired service beagle named Winnie. “Short for Winnifred,” he reads, “loves people and other pets, very polite, and hardly ever barks.”

“I love them both,” she groans, leaning back into the couch cushions.

“Same,” Michael sighs. “It’s one in the afternoon. Do you work tonight?”

“Yup.” She presses an arm over her face, blocking out the ceiling light.

“Don’t you have to sleep?” He asks.

She’s not tired at all because she slept through the night, but she agrees because Michael sounds like he needs some alone time. Plus, her DVDs and TV are in her room now, and if she can’t sleep she can watch an old horror movie again.

The problem isn’t getting to sleep, it’s staying there - waking up sweating, gasping, whining John’s name. She slaps her mouth shut, presses her face into her pillow, and prays to any deity listening that her voice wasn’t loud enough for Michael to hear. First day in the new place and his roommate has a wet dream. It would make any sane person want to revoke their rental agreement immediately.

She should be embarrassed and anxious that Michael potentially heard her, but instead she’s grinding against her sheets and thinking of tall men handcuffed to beds.

This won’t work. This isn’t working. She’s so pent up that it’s borderline painful. It’s taking over her mind. She sticks her hand into her sleep pants, past her underwear, and into a sloppy mess, tries to think about anything but John while she rubs her clit, but in doing so her brain latches onto the thought of him and pretty soon he’s the only thing on her mind. It’s like her body thinks John and pleasure are one and the same.

She tries to paint a decent fantasy of what she would like sex with him to be, but really she doesn’t give a shit as long as it’s him. And that’s what scares her. He could be absolutely celibate and she’d still crave him, and this is the worst time for her to realize that because her alarm is going off for work.

She orgasms at the cost of being ten minutes late.

The locker room lights are off when she goes to put her things away, which is unusual. Since she started, they’ve been lit around the clock. In fact, she’s not even sure where the light switch is in here because she’s never had to use it. Fumbling around in the pitch black is making her even tardier. Finally, she finds the switch and flips it. The room illuminates, and standing under the migraine-inducing glow is someone who makes headaches seem like a dream come true.

Benny grins from his seat on the bench, which he quickly abandons in favor of looming over her. Once again, the sweaty, edematous mass of him blocks her exit.

She’s too busy contemplating if anyone would hear her scream to see him hold his open palm out expectantly.

“Give it to me,” he says.

“What?” She asks, imagining in another universe she sounds angry and oppositional instead of whiny and terrified. In another universe, she can also kick his ass. Not in this one, though. In this universe, she does as Benny demands and hands him her phone so she doesn’t have to suffer through the touch of his greasy skin a second time.

He holds her phone in one hand while the other holds his own. She doesn’t bother trying to see what he’s doing because she can’t get her feet to move let alone stand on tiptoes and look over his shoulder.

This goes on for a while in which her only thought consists of asking herself if she could run to the door and make it into the populated infirmary before he can catch her. Again, this is a solution mainly dependent on her stubborn feet.

She’s not really worried about what he sees on her phone. It’s what he’s getting from it that sets her pulse careening.

He reaches out and tries to shove it into her jacket pocket, but luckily that’s when her feet decide to save her and step away from his hands. He scowls at her like she just insulted his mother.

“Fine.” Benny opens his hand and drops her phone on the stone floor. She winces when she hears the shatter, then looks back up at his pleased expression.

“Remember our trip.” He pushes past her, not enough to hurt but to make her yelp and stumble, and slams the door shut on his way out.

Her phone isn’t broken. The screen has a tiny crack in one corner but other than that it’s still perfect. She doesn’t understand why she heard it shatter, but chalks it up to losing her mind from repeated stress and unregulated sleep.

She grabs her bag from her locker and brings it with her to the nurse’s station, labeling the locker room as an unsafe and off limits space, which are becoming more bountiful by the day.

John is not her patient tonight. On her day off they must have had an influx of admissions because she’s responsible for 10 of them and the infirmary is unusually and appropriately staffed.

Her hopes of his nurse trading him are slim to none because he’s a wonderful patient and over time everyone has seemed to agree that they want him on their assignment sheet.

The other nurse’s that take and give her report always talk about what a cool, easy going guy he is and how they’re surprised that he needs that many guards with him.

“What do you think he did?” Stan, one of the day shift nurses, asks her.

“My bet’s on released a circus full of wild animals and let them trample a small town, but I could be wrong.” She taps her pen against her report sheet and laughs at her own joke.

Stan snorts. “He probably killed some rich guys.”

The other nurses like him so much that most of their theories on why John is in four point restraints with four men guarding him at all times is because he’s done something valiant that pissed someone powerful off.

That’s probably the other reason his wound looks better; not just because of her, but because if you like a patient or connect with them you’re more than likely going to give them the best care you can provide.

If she’s honest, it kind of makes her feel sick. Not because everyone has grown to like John, but because that means she’ll have less chance of being his nurse from here on out. Also, she knows it’s five-year-old mentality, but she liked him and treated him well first while the other ones had to get to know him beforehand.

Her case load is heavy. A couple IV’s, wound changes, someone with a tracheostomy. She sits down to chart, finally, at 3 AM.

One of the other nurses, Bill, calls for her across the hall.

She fights the urge to groan while standing on sore feet and walking over to his medication cart.

Bill grins at her, looking like he’s really enjoying himself. “My patient in 9 wants to see you.”

“Me?” She asks.

Bill shrugs, still looking very amused. “He says he needs to tell you something.”

“What?”

“I don’t know,” Bill tells her. “Seems that he likes your company, though.” He gives an eyebrow raise at the awkward expression crawling onto her face.

She reminds herself that this her workplace for the 80th time and that Bill’s suggestive expressions are just him messing around. Joking. That’s all. He’s joking.

John is watching the door, waiting for her. When she pops in like a mouse and scurries to his bed, He feels the urge to pet her on the head for showing up, which is strange but not unwarranted. She does act like a cute little pet. That’s not the most respectable way to think of her, but he likes it so it sticks.

His smile is wide and genuine. “How’s the roommate search?”

“Uh, I got one.” She smiles timidly, hoping he doesn’t think she’s erratic and air-headed for finding someone so fast

His eyes widen just the smallest bit. “That’s good, are they nice?”

She nods too eagerly. “He’s great. And he has great decorations.”

The key word here - at least the one his ears attune to - is he. Not because a woman and a man living together automatically entails romance or connection, but because John knows men - John is a man - and most of them turn out to be less than good.

He tries not to look mean, to keep his smile, to focus on her being here with him in the present and alive and well; If he doesn’t, rage will start talking, nefarious, whispering sin in his ear, assuring him that it wouldn’t be hard to break out of these handcuffs and make sure her roommate becomes her loyal dog for the rest of the time he spends living with her.

“If you wouldn’t have suggested it, I’d probably be homeless by next week.” She tries to sway the conversation toward optimism because she sees something in his expression that reads like he’s a little upset. He probably does think she’s a moron at this point.

Maybe it’s just good that she’s happy. He tries to shift focus onto that. The roommate can’t be that bad if she’s so upbeat.

It’s been very easy to talk to John most times, but then there are moments like this when something awkward and unsaid hangs between them and more often than not she doesn’t know what it is. Maybe he doesn’t either.

“Just be careful,” is what he decides to say.

She chuckles. “I will, don’t worry.”

He doesn’t understand what’s funny.

One of the security guards stands, stretches, yawns. He says he’s going to take a break. The other guards are asleep, so once he leaves they’ll be, essentially, alone.

“I’m gonna go to vending, John you want anything?” He asks.

John shakes his head no. “Thanks.”

The security guard nods at both her and John and walks out.

“I’m sorry if I bothered you while you were busy,” he says, apologizing with his eyes, too. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

She purses her lips, which he thinks means she’s trying not to leak an expression that will probably be embarrassing. Really, she’s trying to tame her lion heart back into its cage before it sinks its teeth into him and refuses to let go.

“I’m okay, John.” She attempts smiling. “You’re the one in the hospital bed.”

He shrugs like his stab wound and near death are just a hiccup.

She talks again. “And I’m glad you called me in. I like talking to you.”

His face is all smile now. “Likewise.”

He tells her to pull up a chair if she wants, and she steals one of the metal ones that the breaking guard left behind. She sits by his bedside and they have a conversation about the weather that turns into a discussion on harsh winters in Belarus.

“Did you grow up there?” She asks him.

He nods. “I traveled a lot.”

“So, you’re Russian?” She puts her chin in her palm and stares at him like he is the most interesting person in the world. She’s adorable like this.

“Yes. American, now.”

“Do you speak Russian?” Her eyebrows raise.

“da, ya krasivaya.” His tone automatically slides into a deep baritone when he says this.

He needs to be nerfed. Outlawed. He should not be handsome, nice, like-able, and be able to speak a different language in his perfect voice. It’s really not fair at all.

She’s too busy trying to tame her rogue thoughts to ask him what he even said. The desire to climb into his lap and straddle him crosses her mind twenty times in different ways. She blinks heavy. “You’re the coolest person I know.”

He murmurs a laugh.

They talk until the guard comes back from his break, mainly about Belarus and what it was like there and where else he has traveled. She’s not sure if she’s always had the desire to travel, but if she didn’t before she does now.

Although she has a ton of charting to catch up on, she doesn’t want to leave him. The taste of human connection is on her tongue after a couple years of abstinence and she’s becoming addicted.

When she leaves his room, it’s with inner reluctance and impressive self control.

She tells him to sleep. He promises he’ll try.

It would be easier to do her job if she wasn’t catching Benny sneering at her whenever they’re in the same space, but she gets through it, reasoning that John has it worse than her because he has to suffer through six hours with the asshole guard in his room.

#john wick fanfic #john wick fanfiction #john wick x plus size reader #john wick x reader #john wick x you #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction

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hellcifrogs · 11 months

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I feel like I'm gonna make a lot of people mad when I say this, but I feel Naruto is very much an outlier in terms of what the Uzumaki clan was like, at least power wise. From what we know of the clan, we know they specialize in sealing techniques, charka manipulation with their charka chains, according to the fandom kenjutsu (sword techniques), and if I remember the map correctly, their island was located right between fire and water country so they specialized in both fire and water (their island was literally called whirlpool island) techniques (maybe even boil release). Naruto doesn't really do any of that. But I think it does make sense given the fact that Naruto clearly takes more after his dad in terms of powers (and features), plus there is also the fact that by the time Naruto was born the clan damn near extinct so there much of their skills or culture he could learn. I also think this is something even Kishimoto acknowledges, given the fact that every other confirmed or even speculated Uzumaki is very different from Naruto visually and power wise.

I agree and I hate it 😭 I would have loved it SO MUCH to have Naruto somehow reconnect with his Uzumaki origins, learn some of their techniques develop more of their powers maybe have something to do with restoring their land and clan...

Let me just... imagine... If Nagato being Uzumaki had played a deeper role in the Pein arc that sparks this new path for Naruto... the war arc can still happens or whatever, but when Naruto meets Kushina, she talks about the clan too, giving him a few more hints to follow, (I would even switch to her helping in the war instead of Minato, but pick which you like better)

After the war, maybe one of the things Naruto focuses during the blank period would be fixing both the Rain village situation AND recovering his clan's history. These could even be part of the same thing, he figures if Nagato's family lived all that way away from uzushio other Uzumakis could be out there...

#ask

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iicheeze · 1 year

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How to live a normal high school life while also being kind to people Guide 101 ♡

⚠ WARNING ⚠ THIS GUIDE IS SUPPOSEDLY TO LIVE A NORMAL HIGH SCHOOL LIFE, NOT ATTRACT A POTENTIAL LOVESICK PERSON STALKING YOU JUST BECAUSE OF ONE SIMPLE ACT OF KINDNESS!

cw: yandere behavior, stalking, and murder.

pairing: Yandere Dainsleif x Gender Neutral Reader

This is an inspiration to the game The HappyHills Homicide.

Step 1 : Do NOT stand out, do not socialize or interact with popular students. Do not dress up differently than the others. Do not act as if you're a headless chicken. If so, you will attract attention.

You've always wanted to live a normal high school life. Just a few friends, some homeworks here and there, and not attracting attention. Middle school hit you HARD. So you basically crave not getting attention.

Step 2 : Do not be afraid to socialize as well. Remember, you're trying to live a normal high school life. Being alone will also potentially attract attention. You don't want to be called the quiet kid, do you?

It's day four in your first week of high school, and congrats! You got yourself a friend. Her name is Xiangling. She's very passionate about cooking, though, she could be a little handful at times. But she's a very good friend other than that! (Plus, her cookings taste delicious. But, we don't include that.)

Step 3 : Remember, be kind to others. Whether they deserve it, or not. You don't wanna stoop to their level. Assert dominance by being fair. And by fair, I mean kind.

It's now week three of your high school, and you noticed an.. outcast? Of some sort. You heard that he was from a dirty land, and has a weird mask on his left eye. Saying that he doesn't deserve anything good coming to him. All you hear about him are just mocks and insults. You couldn't help but be sorry for him.

Step 4 : Do NOT befriend the outcast of your school. That will instantly put a spotlight on your head. Obviously you'll become a source of attention, and not a very good one either. After all, they ARE the outcast for a reason.

“ H - Hi! I noticed that you always come here at lunch time. AND- AND! In case you're wondering, I'm not here to mock you. I'm just wondering if you need a little company. You've.. always seemed lonely. ”

Step 5 : Remember to raise your hand at times in class so you don't get targeted by teachers. Don't answer too many questions, though. Otherwise your class will view you as the smart kid, when in reality, you're just paying attention to the teacher's explanations.

“ Hey, Dain! Do you know the answer to this one? I uhm.. Answered a question like this in class but I forgot.. ” You scratched the back of your head, sweat dropping. “ It's 46. ” Dain responded, not bothering too nervous to look at you. “ Oh, right! Thanks! You're always so smart, next time, I'll be the one answering the question you don't know the answer to! ”

Step 6 : In any way possible, avoid to get one of the important roles in any high school event. Just be a bystander. You're living a normal high school life, not an attention deprived high school life.

“ Dain! Do you um.. Maybe want to go to prom with me? Xiangling's too busy to come and.. I don't wanna go to prom alone. ” Seriously? You're asking him to prom? Him? The outcast? “ I'm.. sorry. But I'll have to decline. ” A frown then appeared at your face, disappointed. “ I'm not fond of attention. But.. We could maybe dance.. At my place. If you insist. ” Looks like you're getting the dance, just not at school grounds.

If you're doing this guide correctly. Congratulations! You now have yourself a normal, average high school life! Free from any kinds of attention! If you aren't, clearly you did at least one step wrong. Oh well, can't reverse it now.

Dainsleif already knew what he was gonna get into. He knew that he's always gonna be the outcast, no matter how many times he transferred to another school. At this point, it doesn't matter anymore. If he's getting educated, then it's better than nothing.

But then, you appeared. It was a bright, hopeful light in his dark, twisted world. But he doesn't know what kind of a person you are. He has met many, many people. Obviously you're just gonna stab him in the back, make up some stupid, untruthful rumors about him.

But you didn't, he even stalked observed you. Yet, you didn't do anything his mind imagined. You were just a kind, pure soul. Untainted from the ugly, dirty world he belongs.

Yet, he wonders. Why? Why are you giving him your kindness? Your time? Your warmth? He believes that he is a stained, dirty soul. He was born in a dirty land, after all. So why?

He couldn't take it. He really can't. You felt like a drug to him. Each time he spent his time with you, each food he shared together with you, each touch he shared with you. It felt like ecstasy. So addicting, so joyful. So warm.

He couldn't help but feel the need to protect you. The world could destroy your fragile soul so easily. It went to the point where he felt like it's not a want anymore. It's a need. He has to protect you. He will protect you.

After all, that's what he's doing when he's burning one of the jocks in his school that was bothering you to help him. He's protecting you. It's alright, right?

After all, it's necessary for him to shoot the teacher who's always done nothing but give him false information as ‘ proper education ’ with a crossbow multiple times to his body as he begs for mercy. He's protecting you, you could've been the teacher's next victim if he transferred to another school.

Even though he used to feel dirty, to have blood on his hands. He doesn't, not anymore. Not when you gave him your sweet smile. Not when you embrace him to a hug. Not when you spend time with him, not caring for a single thing in the world. Just him and you. Just him and you. Just him. And you.

He made a promise to himself to get rid of anyone in his way just to finally be with his beloved.

“ Soon. ” Dainsleif muttered, wiping the fingerprints off the machete his classmate owned. Not bothering to clean the blood off the same machete. “ We'll be together soon, my love. ”

“ Once I finish repenting from my ‘ sins’ .. Only then will I be worthy to be seen as your partner. ” A sick, twisted smile came into the view. As he finally finishes the bloody writing on the wall.

‘ I AM RETRIBUTION. ’

Author's Note: I like HappyHills Homicide ^^

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impishtubist · 2 months

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I’m not going to lie, the idea that Peter betraying everyone was the fault of those he betrayed is easily one of my most hated interpretations. The idea that we are laying the blame for being murdered on James (and Lily considering she was likely hanging out the Peter before his Gerard, since she started dating James their last year of school and Peter became a spy a year before their deaths, meaning there’s roughly 3 years between Lily entering the Marauders’ circle as James girlfriend and Peter turning to Voldemort) is just unfathomable to me. Sirius even gives us a pretty likely reason for why Peter turned: Peter would side with whoever he thought was strongest and if I remember correctly, Voldemort was winning the war until Harry defeated him; this means that Peter turned because he thought Voldemort would win and if he became a spy, he’d survive. And even if he was treated badly by his friends—and we only see this in SWM, during which James comments that Peter should know the signs of a werewolf considering he’s with one every single month and Sirius tells James to stop showing off because Peter is applauding him* and this is almost certainly causing Sirius secondhand embarrassment—that still doesn’t mean it’s their fault the man is a traitor. I’m sorry, but having people being rude to you does not mean deciding “hey, I’m going to join the organization that is slaughtering people and waging war” is justified. If Peter hated the way they treated him, he should have just cut them out of his life. From what we see of Peter, I think that Peter betrayed everyone to save his own skin, lived as a rat for years because this act backfired spectacularly and he had a target on his back from any Death Eaters who dodged Azkaban but might have held a grudge over Voldemort dying/any fallout they experienced, and then turned back to Voldemort because he had no other options after everything and resurrecting Voldemort might have earned him leniency.

*Plus, this is kind of weird to do. We know, from the very book this occurs in, that James used to play with the Snitch pretty frequently, so this isn’t new behavior or anything the Marauders haven’t seen before. Peter is acting like he’s never seen this before. Even if this is the first incident of James playing with the Snitch, Peter has seen Quidditch games, he’d have witnessed Seekers in action, so it’s not something novel. Also, like, that’s supposed to be one of his best friends, why is he acting like a fanboy? I encourage my friends and of course I’m thrilled for them when they do well, but uh, I’m not literally clapping for them if they’re essentially throwing and catching a ball, this is odd. Am I just weird or something?

Yeah, exactly, it's stated pretty clearly in the text why Peter betrayed them: he's a coward who wanted to save his own skin, and so he sided with the person he thought was winning at the time. He wanted the protection he thought Voldy could provide. It's not because the MPP crew were mean to him-you don't get people killed just because they're rude to you, lmao.

#imp speaks #this is a peter hate blog

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I love your fic. So glad to read new chapter. I also love your worldbuilding. Especially family trees. Honestly, I'm dying to know more about Demelza and David. How did she became kinda snotty yet caring, and whether Dylan knew his grandpa, if I remember correctly Dylan might have taken after him when it comes to scifi

I'm glad your enjoying the story!

I can't quiet remember if the boys were born before David passed. If any were, I'd say he likely passed away when Dylan (And possibly Dawkins) were very young. Too young to understand death or its ramifications. However everything he has left behind has had a huge effect on them to this day! His study is full of science and history books. As well as his telescope and some nerd memorabilia here and there! Even if he was gone before they were born his memory has had a lasting impact!

As for Demelza, its a sort of Nature and Nurture situation. A lot of it has to do with who raised her and how. Her parents were a big influences, but so were her Uncle Radcliff and Aunt Dot.

Her mum, Orie (Oreo), is really instrumental. Orie grew up in a poor family and had, what I like to call, terminal eldest daughter syndrome. Not terminal in that it will kill you, but in that it will kill your relationships. Orie's parents were the lowest rung on the social ladder. Both working hard at menial jobs for long hours and very little pay. Her parents were happy though, loving each other and their children. It was just that Orie (Oreo) was the eldest, so when her parents were at work, she was raising her siblings. Unlike Dolly and Dylan years later, she had NO time off because her parents took NO time off. She also started caring for them when she was very young. She was basically parenthesized against her will with zero ability to punish them. Her siblings always acted up when she was caring for them, but became angels when her parents were home, with her parents downplaying the misbehavior they didn't see when Orie complained about it. Orie always had issues with her parents because of this and a few other things. (Including her birth name Oreo, which got her picked on a lot.) So as soon as she turned 18 she left, and hardly talk to any of her family again.

However that childhood made Orie dream of a Cinderella life. Where she'd marry well and never have to cook or clean. Never have to care for a flock of screaming children, with a nice big house. Not to say she'd marry for money alone. She just knew what she wanted. Patch certainly didn't match many of these prerequisites. He wasn't rich, just well off. He didn't have a huge house, he lived in a nice one with his sick parents. He had to do some cooking and cleaning, but it wasn't alot. However he did save her life and was very kind to her. (They met during an air raid and had to take shelter in a doorway together.) At first Orie just volunteered to help him with his block captain work, but they got to now each other, fell in love and married.

It wasn't a fairytale marriage, but it worked very well! Patch was passive and indecisive, but kind. Orie knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to get it, even if she was a little rough around the edges. They worked together very well, even if it was Patch saying 'Yes dear.' most of the time. When the subject of children came up however, Orie was not interested... at first. She spent her childhood and teenage years raising her siblings, she didn't want to do it all over again as an adult. She was finally enjoying life for dogs sake! However as time went on, Patch's siblings had children.

Orie supposed Little Dipper and Domino were cute... Plus now that she was an adult they actually listen to her. Not to mention Patch was so good with them... hmmm...

Eventually she pulled Patch aside and agreed to have ONE child. Patch was over the moon, he just wanted one anyway! They ended up have Demelza and Patch loved her to bits! Orie went through a weird phase after Demelza was born where she didn't really ... love her baby? Not that she hated Demelza, it was just she didn't feel this instant love that she expected? (This is called the baby blues and its actually really common for many mothers!) After a week though the feelings came and Orie started to bond with Demelza!

Orie was content to let Patch do most of the emotional rearing for Demelza. She took over schooling, manners and other things. She had a pretty good life... but Demelza's could be even better. She was the one who pushed her daughter to climb the social ladder. Not wanting her to be stuck with tons of kids and house work when Demelza grew up. That mixed well with Uncle Radcliff, who had just moved back into the house after a stress stroke. Uncle Radlciff owned a factory and mingled with the upper crust a lot. (He and Orie got along swimmingly, both being a bit cold and grumpy, if well meaning.) Demelza looked up to Uncle Radcliff, whatever he and mum said was gospel just about. This also coincided with Aunt Dot moving in after her husband died suddenly. She was a bit like Patch, a push over and soft spoken. However unlike her three siblings she didn't work. So she took over cooking and cleaning, much to Orie's delight. (Orie got along best with Dot and Radcliff of all of Patch's siblings. Not that she argued with any of them much.) Dot wanted children but never had any, so she enjoyed helping to raise Demelza, which did help soften her demeanor greatly.

So yeah, it was a HUGE mix of four parental figures in her life that caused this. Her friends also play a part in how snooty and uptight she can be. David used to be able to settle her, but he's no longer around...

Oh and fun fact! Demelza was named by her mother. Orie, as I said, was bullied a lot as a child because she was named after a ridiculous, American snack cookie. (Oreo) She insisted that her daughter have a refined, dignified name! So Demelza it was.

(God I love exploring generational trauma with characters!)

#demelza #Orie #Oreo #Patch #Radcliffe #Dot #David #not so black and white #NSBAW #101 dalmation street #question #asks #101 dalmatians

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titanicfreija · 7 days

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for the questionnaire

Freija-

Nessus, but she doesn't go as often as she used to

She's not that confident. The only person she wants to fight is Thomas and that's just to see how he really does in there

Not really. She's too young to have found anything besides the Vanguard and she's... Kind egh on them

Not often but she's been known to visit the City

She can fuck around with most anything but she doesn't.

Not as such, just distastes

No solid principles, just preferences and inclinations. Not fond of Stasis, doesn't crush the Hive Ghosts in the Throne World

I actually don't know this one, she's fairly adventurous and likely to try whatever, plus she doesn't have much stopping her from doing whatever on the field. So somewhere between 'field-foraged' and some cultural dish that even locals look at sideways being served at the base of the Tower

She doesn't have pets. Oddly enough, a snake sounds good to her, a big one.

BIKER (I'm assuming you mean motorcycles, cyclist is bicycles in my familiar terminology)

Thomas-

No. No patrolling, no thank.

No. No crucible, no thank.

No. He's most familiar with the Iron Lords and still not one

He likes to visit the City and see the normal people, goes to support the arts and donate time and money and Light-enforced elbow grease where it's needed

He can play a cello very well. He can also play virtually anything else with a little practice, it comes naturally

He's allergic to certain types of adhesives. Even his Ghost is confused.

Not really

He was around for the Dark Ages. You don't wanna know.

Cat

Car guy

Three-

The Tangled Shore only she doesn't really patrol there as much as kinda live in general orbit around the whole mess including the Dreaming City.

No.

No, but she was good with the Eliksni a long time before it was cool. Several points of relation and a lucky meeting early on in an asteroid field. (And I now have her backstory to write, I love these questionnaires, this is how the other one happened.)

Mostly Eliksni but on the regular

Three is her nickname, she gave it to herself. Very few people ever learned her real name and most of them are dead. She's not a hundred percent certain she remembers it correctly.

She loves drums and no she is not good at it.

You'll have to pry Witherhoard out of her cold dead hands and keep running. She doesn't fight Eliksni if she doesn't have to.

She wasn't sure, ocean bugs with some kind of ground up rock and milk derivative, fucking delicious

No. She likes animals in general, but not pets

She's a car guy in the way of a shade-tree mechanic-- knows the ins and outs and can have them working with string and rubber bands and loves a good engine roar. Has the same kind of love for motorcycles but can't get over exactly how dangerously stupid it is

#Destiny 2 #Questionnaire #Answers #Ocs

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For character bingo: Chozen and Kumiko

I love them. I love the whole Okinawan crowd. Is the salad spinner a punishment? I wasn't sure what that one was. If it is, Chozen can go in the salad spinner. 😂Mostly for Tkk2 related things. I'm going to start with Kumiko though. I adore her. She threw a tomato at Chozen, danced with Daniel, had a sweet little romantic moment with Daniel during a huge monsoon in a broken down building. Which is a choice even though it was romantic. She was like I know a spot where no one will find us and it'll be romantic but if I remember correctly had like broken windows even before the storm. But she made it nice which is a feat. And it just lends to her personality. She's not fragile. She wanted so much more then her small village life and she went out and got it. I'm just bummed that she didn't do it in the films. Like I truly thing she would've thrived in LA. And I think it's kinda a poor write off that neither she nor Yukie went to LA with Daniel and Mr. Miyagi. But I am happy that she lived out her life doing what she wanted and that she even has a little trickster-y spirit to her setting Daniel up with Chozen in CK. I want her to come back and have a bigger part. I want her to meet all the gals and for them to have an amazing time. Let her take them dancing. Let her be in the baseball batting cage scene or something where she show's that she's still got perfect aim. (Headcanon of mine I guess is that she's a very good shot with like a baseball or something, from the tomato and all). I also really like Chozen. At first I was meh, but then when I was writing Root Beer Floats and Green Tea and taking the movie apart minute by minute I tried to give him a reason for his behavior. An excuse and it's become this settled headcanon that TKK2 is pretty much all a strangled and teen angst display of grief. Like he doesn't really seem to have any good outlets for his grief. His uncle is closed off, he's scamming the town so they don't get along, and he's got two bros but I mean he's also a teen. He's lived in a small village his whole life and the guy who taught his uncle karate is dying. That's kind of a huge deal. I could write a lot about it. Plus he's a teen too. Grief and complex emotions and bad choices. The death threats though not cool, holding a knife to Kumiko not cool the creepy threat at the dance place also not cool, into the salad spinner you go. But I also love Cobra Kai Chozen so much because he's healed. Like he had the opportunity to continue Miyagi's legacy, not Mr. Miyagi's but like Mr. Miyagi's dad's. And he's teaching and he's silly and having fun and it's like he grieved and found happiness again and I love that for him. I love the way he teaches the students at Miyagi-do/Eagle-fang and even Tory when he snuck into Cobra Kai. He's dialed up to an 11, even though it's like sometimes a bit too far, but he's there. He's got a silly dad energy about him that I enjoy. I like that he keeps everyone on their toes, that he went head to head with Silver (though I was so worried for him), that his only screw up really in his con was using Okinawan instead of Japanese when cheering (I screamed when he did that) I like how he meets everyone at their level. He gets fancy for Silver, he is both calming and ready to go for a fight with both Daniel and Johnny. He helps the kids where they are, but also destroys all their hidden eggs. But then again he's kind of embodied the Miyagi life. Which makes me wonder if some of what we're seeing is more Miyagi senior then our Mr. Miyagi. Parts that shown through and all. Or even the Mr. Miyagi that'd rubbed off on Sato as childhood best friends. Anyway I want Kumiko to come to LA for the final season, but not to be with Chozen. I want her to kick ass and dance all night and just fulfill that TKK2 promise of her going to LA. After all Chozen shouldn't have all the fun.

#ask game #asks

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faintingheroine · 3 months

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Your last post about historic eras and how Bihter's situation would have been different as a woman in the 1920s made me remember a semi-related question.

For book Bihter, was her marriage age considered older, would she have been an 'old girl' or a normal bride for her society then, if they expected younger teen girls to be married or at least in the process of being spoken for?

Secondly, I do think a part of her getting married to Adnan was purely her own ambitions, but only IF it would not have been a scandal to reject his offer? Because I recall she was immediately all dreamy with imagining a wealthy lifestyle. Plus, her own sister did get to be married (even if not so prestigeously), regardless of their mother's seductress reputation.

(I am not sure if I understood the last paragraph of your ask, but I think this will answer it?)

Bihter was 22 years old when she got Adnan Bey’s proposal, which is not terribly old for marriage but it is definitely not young for a woman at the time and the place. If I recall correctly what Bihter points out to her mother is that this is the first time she got a respectable marriage offer of any kind and 22 is definitely a late age for that even if it is not that late for the act of actually marrying. Ottoman girls started to have suitors visiting their families starting at the age of 15, in some cases maybe even earlier. Bihter hadn’t had a respectable marriage offer despite being on the marriage market for at least 7 years, that’s late. And she is right in blaming this on her mother’s reputation I think. Bihter is extremely beautiful, fashionable, seems to mostly know how to conduct herself in society, is talented and reasonably intelligent, is a virgin and her family lives in a seaside mansion they own (even if it is a bit squalid, a seaside mansion is a seaside mansion). She should have had a lot more offers by now, but people are definitely staying away because of her mother’s reputation. Even after her marriage to Adnan Bey, servants gossip behind her back 70 percent because of her mother (the remaining 30 percent is probably their comfort being disturbed with a mistress arriving and also general jealousy, but I think Firdevs’s reputation is the main factor). So Bihter has a point in blaming her mother for how her life turned out.

But, she still could have refused Adnan Bey and married someone like Peyker’s husband Nihat.

Why did Bihter accept Adnan Bey’s proposal? I think these are the factors in her decision in the order of their prominence:

1) He is wealthy. And Bihter likes things. To her slight credit she is not greedy for the sake of it, she genuinely likes fashion and seems to have aesthetic taste.

2) She understandably fears being a spinster.

3) She liked marrying a man her mother wanted to marry. I don’t think that this is as prominent a factor in her decision as some commenters say, the first two points are more important, but we still shouldn’t rule this out. Mother and daughter (or stepmother and stepdaughter) vying for the attention of the same man is a consistent theme in this book.

Peyker’s husband Nihat is a bit of an upstart. He seems to be middle class and came from outside of Istanbul (“beerhouses of Salonica” are mentioned but we don’t know whether he is actually from Salonica or whether he just studied there - the important thing is he is probably not from Istanbul) and married Peyker probably mostly to have a foot in the polite Istanbul society - Firdevs’s family might be infamous but they are still good for a person like Nihat. Bihter is very dismissive of Nihat at the start of the book and doesn’t want to make a marriage to someone like him. It seems to be mostly classism but in Bihter’s defense Nihat might be a bit creepy to her too because she feels uneasy around him (though you did argue last year that it might be the reverse and she might be uneasy around him because she finds him attractive as the only young man around her - which is also a very interesting interpretation and would work as a precursor to Behlül).

Bihter is a very well-written and balanced tragic character in my opinion. She is not a pure victim of fate, she made bad choices: She did want to make an advantageous marriage and was ambitious, she was spiteful against her mother and later Nihal, she took some slightly passive aggressive actions in her management of the mansion, she did cheat on her husband with his nephew and lied to everyone. But outside factors like her mother’s reputation, Nihal’s difficult personality, the horrible gossiping servants and Behlül’s pestering and manipulative nature also did their part in isolating her and in causing her to “sin”. She is both ambitious, shallow, slightly superficial and conceited, and also is a mostly nice person who mostly wants to get along with others.

She is a great, human character just like Nihal, and unlike Nihal she doesn’t have Romantic exaggerated elements to her character so she is also slightly more realistic (which doesn’t make Nihal a less great character, characters don’t need to be 100 percent realistic, and some of us are neurotic dramatic Gothic little gremlins).

#aşk ı memnu #aşk-ı memnu #bihter #firdevs #peyker #asks #aşk ı memnu asks

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I remember reading older fanfictions about Helia/Trix friendships and I found their dynamic really interesting! I can’t find it anymore but there was a post about Helia befriending them in his first year (and most likely the Trix’s first year as well if I remember correctly they were seniors in season 1) as a little act of rebellion from Red Fountain.

I had this hc of Helia being friends with them and particularly close to Icy then having a fallout once he realises what they are up to. Maybe he found out or unknowingly helped them discover they were descendants of the Ancestral Witches, or alerted them about Stella’s scepter and out of guilt he quit rf and disappeared! Then he came back because he knew but he never said anything and it ended up almost causing the destruction of Magix.

I like the idea of Helia not telling anyone he knew the Trix personally then them finding out later on! The angst potentiall!! But then again I don’t think the Trix would keep quiet about it either!

AAGGHHH i've read fics like that too!! there was one a while back about like 14 year old helia meeting the trix and becoming friends with icy specifically! and then when he came back from art school, he couldn't believe they were the witches who destroyed everything. there may have been a scene with him going through the tunnels to cloud tower to confront them but i might be thinking about something else?

anyway! i love those fics :') icy/helia is such a guilty pleasure pairing of mine. he's such her type! just without the crazy murderous personality. plus i love the darcy/helia friendship dynamic as well (besties who judge together!!) and stormy/helia dynamics would be SO chaotic like she would stress him out so much. but i can also see stormy letting out her cute side around him more since he wouldn't judge her for that

AHH it's just so much fun - it's definitely one of my favorite helia fanon tropes.

tbh i don't think he would ever purposely help them or withhold information from rf, but i can see him wanting to believe they're still good and trying to get info on his own first/change their minds. the idea of helia helping them realize they're descendants of the ancestral witches is INSANE i love that!!

and yes! i feel like helia wouldn't want to tell anyone he was close to them or at the very least he would make it sound like they were barely acquaintances and not actual friends. saladin would probably know, but i can't imagine helia wanting to tell the specialists or winx. and a dramatic reveal later on is so good!! but at the same time, the trix would never let him live it down!! they'd immediately reveal that info once they know helia is back at rf Or friends with the main groups. like,, OUGH it's so hard to figure out how the reveal would go yknow?

i love dramatic angsty reveals but i also think it'd be so funny if they just spiderman memed each other

#helia: wow these trix girls seem really nasty :( glad they're locked up and i'll never have to deal with them :)#icy: flora has a crush on some specialist boy? oh wow he's probably such a loser for the coward flower fairy to like him #helia and icy upon seeing each other: wait.#alhdgldag #helia: when you said you wanted to become rich and powerful this isn't what i envisioned :(#icy in the middle of trying to kill bloom: and you said you'd always stick by me and support my dreams >:(#theyre insane together i love them #lakdgh #answered #long post #god this is also making me think about florelia/driven poly.....#toxic poly save me... save me toxic poly...

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cosmicjoke · 8 months

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I’m not sending this in because of Mikasa ship, or any other ship for that matter, I’m sending this because I absolutely hate it when people call Levi old….

This is actually copied from Quara — it’s exactly what I always believed plus the math is already done so ;

[start] Popularly people say that Isayama said that he was in his mid thirties in the first three seasons. I read somewhere that in an before timeskip interview Isayama first said that Levi is in his late 30's but later corrected himself and said that Levi is in his early 30's. Makes sense that he cannot be older than than 32–33 given the timeline. Kenny took in Levi sometime after year 829(the year Uri inherited founding titan) and Levi hardly looked 10 there. Even if we push his birth year to 817, it makes him only 33 in the year 850 and 37 in year 854. This is something I would say Isayama forgot to properly think about, because if Levi was 13 years old when his mother died, then he could have done better than sitting and waiting for death. I mean, Uri Reiss looked way too old when Kenny met him, well his aging was because of stress but still it should be atleast a few years after inheriting the founding titan that he met Kenny because Rod was looking older too. So let's say Kenny met Uri in the year 831 and then later went to see Kuchel in the same year, Levi here was let's say 10 or 11 and that's already stretching it. That would make Levi 29–30, we can cut an year and make it 830 for when he went to see Kuchel but that is the most practically speaking. That is why, i personally believe he is 30–31(birth year 819 or 820)at the start, unlike most who call him 35 at the start. That would make him 35 after the timeskip. Hange is maybe a year younger or same. [end]

The interview was sourced (still is) on Levi’s wiki page, but unfortunately the tumblr account who translated it is deleted. It was actually Armin’s voice actor who corrected Isayama when he said that Levi is in his mid / late 30’s in the beginning (if I remember correctly it was later said that he made that mistake because of nervousness)

It should also be taken into consideration that there is no way Levi looked his age when Kenny found him. He was severely malnourished. He was lacking people skills — Kenny referred to Levi as “socially withdrawn”; he barely talked with him, which suggests he barely (if) talked to other people. Considering this, I don’t think Levi knew how to beg for food properly / in a way people would actually give him some.

I always believed that he’s 30-31 at the start. Idk just thoughts 🙈 I should probably stop sending you those essays 😅

Yeah, I always assumed Levi was at most 30 or 31. And the timeline adds up. I've never payed much attention to the timeline, so I never thought too much about it, haha, but for sure, Levi looks very young when Kenny finds him, but as you said, it's hard to gauge his actual age, given how malnourished he was. I actually wrote two, long posts about Levi's upbringing, and what it was probably like. You can read them here if you want: https://www.tumblr.com/cosmicjoke/714444060984737792/the-psychological-and-emotional-impact-of-levis?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/cosmicjoke/714720053861482496/part-2-of-the-psychological-and-emotional-impact?source=share

Most people tend to have a rose-colored view of Levi's years with his mother, because we know she loved him. But given the desperation of their circumstances, I don't think their lives together could have been very happy at all, and I think Kuchel most likely had to have been somewhat neglectful, not because she didn't love Levi or want to provide for him the best she could, but simply because she couldn't. People rarely think about the toll her "work" had to have had on her. You couple that with raising a young child, in a place as dangerous and cut-throat as the Underground, and I think Levi probably spent a great deal of time alone, with no one to teach him. I think Levi's lack of social skills, and his withdrawn behavior when Kenny found him, was a sure sign that he hadn't been socialized at all, and that was likely a result of Kuchel simply not having the capacity or the option to teach him how to interact with others. This is something that we see still affects Levi to this day. He's no good at talking to people, or expressing himself.

Anyway, yeah, it's pretty cool to see people have figured out the math on this. I never understood why people called Levi old, but I guess maybe it's a result of Isayama misspeaking in that interview. You can tell Isayama doesn't like giving interviews, I think, so that doesn't surprise me that he would make a small mistake like that. I always just assumed Levi was like, 25 when Erwin pulled him out of the Underground, and about 30 when the 104th finally makes it into the SC.

#Levi Ackerman

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A/N: This idea was suggested by @mashmaiden. References “Tin Soldiers” where Deeks asks Kensi if they’ll ever be as happy as Callen and Sam. Takes place post “A Long Time Coming”. Fluffy Densi all around.

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Match Made in Heaven

Deeks slipped through the patio door, closing it behind him, and joining the small group spread out in the backyard. He and Deeks had invited the DC and Hawaii team members over for drinks and snacks before they had to head home, but only Torres and Lucy had taken them up on the offer.

Lucy and Rosa were over by the garden, and though Deeks couldn’t quite hear what they were talking about, Rosa’s laughter was audible.

“I still can’t believe you two are a couple,” Nick Torres commented,settled in a wicker chair, one leg crossed over the opposite knee. He nodded to Kensi, who was basically using Deeks as a pillow at this point, her legs tucked under her on their shared love seat.

“Yeah, we’ve heard that a lot,” Deeks said, squinting as he pretended to ponder the issue. “No idea why.”

I mean, you don’t know us very well,” Kensi pointed out.

“That’s true. I didn’t mean any offense, but you gotta admit that at face value, you’re a lot different. Kensi, you’re a world-class sniper from what I hear and speak multiple languages. And Deeks,” he gestured in Deeks’ direction, seeming to stall out.

“You were saying?” Deeks grinned as Torres flushed ever so slightly.

“You’ve just lived very different lives from what I’ve heard,” he added hastily. “You don’t seem to have a lot in common.”

“Take it from an expert, you might want to stop talking now,” Deeks suggested helpfully.

All you need to know, it that we’re extremely happy together.” Kensi said, pressing a kiss to Deeks’ cheek.

“Huh, I just remember you once saying the very opposite.”

“When did I say that?” Kensi gave him a skeptical look.

“During our first year as partners,” Deeks supplied. “I asked if you thought we’d ever be as happy as Callen and Sam, and you said we would, but just not together.”

“I was joking.”

“So, you didn’t like each other at first,” Torres spoke up, reminding them that he was present.

“Out relationship was a little tenuous at first,” Kensi hedged, waving her hand effusively. “Look, it just took a while to gain each other’s trust and everything that comes with being partners because we actually are a lot more similar than people realize. For instance, we’re both very dedicated to our work, we like to help people—”

“We’re just a little bit competitive.” Grinning down at Kensi, Deeks winked.

“That too,” Kensi agreed with a roll of her eyes. “Eventually, we started getting along better, and then our chemistry just sort of exploded.”

“Plus, she had a thing for my hair from the beginning,” Deeks shared, dodging Kensi’s playful elbow to his ribs.

“Uh-huh, who kissed who first?”

“Technically it was you if I recall correctly.”

“Oh, c’mon. We’ve discussed this before. That was an undercover kiss, so it doesn’t count.”

“Ok, then what about all the times you smacked my butt looong before we ever got together?”

“You know, I take it back. You guys are perfect for each other,” Torres cut in, sounding a little uncomfortable and just a touch annoyed.

Deeks grinned widely, ignoring the underlying sarcasm.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“A match made in heaven,” Kensi agreed, cupping Deeks’ cheeks.

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A/N: mashmaiden, I hope you’ll forgive the absolute cheese-fest. And any major Torres fans, I hope you’ll forgive me as well.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #fluff #post a long time coming #ejzah fanfiction

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