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animehideout · 3 months

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Hello!! can you do gojo x dumb but kind reader?

like reader could be playing a game and someone starts bragging to her about how they won and she just like "Oh okay well I think you were really good! you deserve it:D"

Like she can making anyone who was insulting her feel bad in seconds

and gojo sometimes calls u dumb or makes joke that you don't understand so you think he's serious or calling you dumb so you start crying and he has to make it up to you (^o^)

Please and thank you lots of fluff as well!!!

Gojo Satoru X Dumb but Kind Fem! Reader

a/n: thanks anon for this request, and sorry for the late update 🫶🏻

ps: I'm working on all the requests, sorry for taking too long to post all of them, but there are a lot of requests + working on Wattpad so thank you for your understanding

It became a weekly routine for you to gather in the Jujutsu high school common room, playing games together to unwind and have some fun, aiming to relieve stress of the missions. Occasionally, students from Kyoto high schools joined in for friendly competitions.

Gojo, was always there, he has always enjoyed the competitive spirit during these sessions.

The air was full of laughter and cracking jokes every now and then. You were quietly playing by yourself in a corner, minding your own business. But, your peace had to be interrupted by none other than Mai. She's always eager to tease and make fun of you without any apparent reason. She enjoyed showing off, knowing you wouldn't fight back. You're just too kind for this world.

She approached you and everyone in the room knew what she's about to say, a smirk revealing her intentions.

"Watcha doing, Y/n? Oh, you're still there. I don't think you made any progress. You see, I already won that game—all the levels."

Her aim was clear: to make you feel weak, dumb and like a loser. However, you excelled at turning insults into lessons in kindness. Without missing a beat, you paused your game, flashed a smile, and responded,

"Oh, wonderful! You did well Mai; you deserve it."

It's Mai we're talking about, so she wouldn't feel bad, but rather embarrassed. She continually attempted to bring you down, but always faces your kindness every time. Not only her, but others often underestimated your abilities, often teasing you about it and calling you names.

Perhaps because it takes you a bit longer than others to understand something, but that's completely normal. People are just mean.

"Hey, why don't you compete with her?" suggested one of them.

"Whaaat?. She'd probably get her ass beaten in less than 3 seconds," exclaimed Mai's best friend.

"I think Mai is a formidable opponent; she's brilliant," you responded with a friendly smile, shifting your focus back to your game.

They exchanged glances, attempting to provoke you, but couldn't. Your kindness often shields you, either because you don't fully grasp their intentions to bully you or because you don't take them or their words too seriously. After all, why let someone your age calling you dumb make you feel sad?

However, this is not the case with Gojo Satoru.

You take him way too seriously, hanging on to each word as if it were truth. You know it's his nature to be playful and teasing, but his occasional jokes have a different impact on you. Despite this, you've never dared to confront him. Instead, you've worn a fake smile, blinking away tears. But today was different; it became your breaking point.

Finally, Mai left you alone, granting you some peace to play without disturbance. While others were busy competing and laughing, you didn't notice Gojo standing right behind you. A small mistake slipped into your gameplay, one that could have been easily avoided, but you couldn't help it.

"That was a dumb move, Y/n!" Gojo exclaimed, startling you.

"Huh?"

"That mistake could have been easily avoided, but you had to be dumb as usual" he added, rolling his eyes.

A lump formed in your throat, tears threatening to fall.

"I-I was just—" you stuttered.

"You've gotta practice if you want to be like your friends. I'm not only talking about this game but real life too" he added.

Unable to respond, your eyes remained fixed on the game in front of you. They were red from holding back tears, and you didn't want him to see.

Gojo then stood in the center of the common room and said,

"Hey, guys, listen to this joke. Why did that kind girl try to tell a joke about time travel?" He started , and when they asked why, he said, "Because she thought it was about fixing all her past misunderstandings. Turns out she couldn't grasp the punchline in any timeline."

The room erupted in laughter.

"That was a good one" said one of the students.

You stood there feeling out of place, realizing the joke was about you from the way everyone laughed and pointed.

Overwhelmed, you excused yourself from the crowded room, seeking comfort in the garden. The weight on your chest felt unbearable, and tears were threatening to fall. Gojo, sensed your distress when you left the room, mentally cursed himself, his joke might have gone far. So he decided to follow you.

He found you on the stairs, tears streaming down your face as you gazed at the trees.Concerned, he approached,

"Hey Y/n, are you okay?"

It was time to confront him. Keeping your focus on the trees, your voice cracked as you spoke,

"Why do you always do that? Make fun of me in front of everyone? Is it fair to call me dumb for the slightest mistakes?" Frustration overflowed.

Gojo's playful side vanished, replaced by sincerity and seriousness,

"I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry if it seemed that way. I didn't realize it was affecting you like this."

Wiping away your tears, you replied,

"Giving no reaction and faking a smile doesn't mean it doesn't affect me. I'm just good at hiding it."

He felt really bad, realizing that he took it too far this time and that his jokes and teasing had been making you sad all the time.

"Why do you even do it?" you asked again.

"I thought it was all good and fun, just like with everyone else. I was trying to lighten the mood. I didn't know it bothered you that much. Sorry about that, princess. I'll make it up to you."

"Nah you don't have to" you resisted,

but he insisted,

"No, I want to." Standing up, he exclaimed, pulling you close.

With his thumbs, he wiped your tears and tucked your hair behind your ears, whispering,

"Let me fix it. I'm sorry for making you feel that way. You're a kind soul. Would you give me a chance?"

You're too kind to turn him down so you nodded.

"come on show me that precious smile of yours here you go princess oh I love that sweet smile I'll make sure it never leaves your face"

To say the least, he made you feel significantly better. His comforting gestures were genuine and sincere. you could feel him pulling you into a warm, big hug.

You're precious to him, and teasing is his way of expressing love.

"You're too good for this world Y/n!!"

He realized that sometimes words even in jest, could cut deeper than intended. He promised to be more careful, acknowledging that people might not see through good intentions, since people can't read minds.

So it's always better to speak something positive or remain silent.

if anyone treats you with disrespect, make sure to defend yourselves pookies. Never let anyone calls you dumb or underestimates you. You're too precious, you're unique, don't let people bring you down! speak up and defend yourselves 🫶🏻💪🏻

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jainiss · 8 months

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hello!

bringing reactions of luffy, sanji, ace and zoro, from one piece, when they do something that makes yn very angry. Yn have an angry attitude towards them and walk away.

Hope you guys like it ~

Ps: forgive me if there are english mistakes. English is not my native language.

Ps2: these are guesses at what I think it would be. all fictional.

Luffy's eyes widened in surprise as he watched you storm away, anger radiating from every step you took. He scratched his head, completely bewildered by the sudden turn of events. It had all started innocently enough, with Luffy being his usual carefree self.

"Hey, yn, check out this awesome new meat I found!" Luffy had exclaimed, holding up a massive chunk of meat as if it were a treasure. But instead of the usual laughter or excitement he expected from his crewmate, your reaction had been explosive.

"Luffy, you're impossible!" you yelled, your face flushed with anger. Luffy had never seen you like this before. Your fists clenched, and you pointed an accusing finger at him. "You're always thinking about food! We have more important things to do, like finding the One Piece!"

Luffy blinked, his carefree grin fading. He didn't understand what had triggered this sudden outburst. "But yn, I'm always hungry! And finding the One Piece is fun, too!"

Your glare could have burned a hole through a steel wall. "Fun? Luffy, this is serious! We're risking our lives out here, and you act like it's all a game!" With that, you turned on your heel and stormed off, leaving Luffy standing there, meat still in hand.

The crew watched in stunned silence as Luffy scratched his head again, trying to comprehend what had just happened. "I just wanted to share some meat," he mumbled, looking down at the abandoned food in his hand.

Nami sighed and patted Luffy on the back. "You have a lot to learn about people's priorities, Captain." Luffy nodded slowly, a serious expression crossing his face. "I guess I do. But I'll make it up to yn somehow, just wait and see!"

And with that newfound determination, Luffy set off to find you, determined to mend the rift he had unintentionally caused in his crew. Little did he know that this unexpected confrontation would lead to a deeper understanding of his friends and their shared journey towards finding the legendary One Piece.

---

Sanji's eyes widened in shock as he watched your face contort with anger. He had always been known for his smooth-talking and flirtatious ways, but it seemed he had crossed a line this time.

Your fists clenched, and your nostrils flared as you glared at him with intense fury. "What did I do?" Sanji stammered, taking an involuntary step back.

He had never seen you like this before, and it was more than a little unsettling. Your voice was low and dangerous as you hissed, "You think you can just flirt your way out of everything, don't you? Well, not this time, you idiot."

Sanji's heart sank as you turned on your heel and stormed away, leaving him standing there, utterly bewildered. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of what had just happened. It was clear he had underestimated your temper, and now he had to figure out how to make amends.

---

In the world of One Piece, Ace always had a fiery personality, but he never expected this kind of reaction from you. It was a sunny day on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, and the crew was gathered around, laughing and sharing stories. Ace, in his usual boisterous manner, had cracked a joke that he thought was harmless. Little did he know, it had struck a nerve with you.

You clenched your fists, your face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Ace, you...you just don't understand, do you?" you seethed, your voice trembling with anger. Ace, taken aback by your sudden outburst, blinked in surprise. "Whoa, what did I say?"

Sanji, sensing the tension in the air, stepped back and muttered, "This doesn't look good." You shot Ace a withering glare and snapped, "You're always making jokes about everything! Some things are serious, Ace. Learn to show some respect!"

The crew fell silent, watching the scene unfold. Ace, realizing the gravity of the situation, tried to offer an apology, "I didn't mean to upset you that much, yn. I'm sorry." But your anger was like a burning inferno, and you turned on your heel, storming away from Ace and the crew.

Luffy scratched his head and asked, "What just happened?" Nami, the voice of reason, sighed and explained, "I think Ace accidentally touched a sore spot, and yn's not in the mood for jokes right now."

As you disappeared into the ship's interior, Ace watched you go with a mixture of regret and confusion. He knew he had a lot to learn about sensitivity, especially when it came to you. Little did he know, he was about to embark on a journey of self-discovery, trying to understand the depths of your feelings and the importance of being more considerate towards them.

---

Zoro had always been a man of few words, his steely gaze rarely betraying any emotion. But today, he had managed to do something that had pushed you to your limits. Your temper flared like a storm on the horizon as you glared at Zoro. Your fists clenched at your sides, knuckles white with tension.

"Zoro, you're unbelievable!" you seethed, your voice sharp with anger. Zoro turned his head slightly, acknowledging your anger with a quirked eyebrow. He didn't say anything, waiting for you to continue. "You promised, Zoro!" Your voice cracked with frustration. "You promised you'd be there, and you'd support me when I needed it the most." Zoro's gaze hardened, realizing the gravity of his mistake.

He had indeed made a promise to you, and he had forgotten. It was an oversight, something he rarely allowed to happen. Your violent attitude was palpable, your anger radiating like heat waves. You turned away, unable to bear the sight of Zoro's stoic expression any longer. "I can't believe I trusted you," you muttered as you began to walk away. As you stormed off, Zoro finally spoke, his voice unusually low and filled with regret. "Yn, wait." You paused, your back still turned to him.

"What is it, Zoro?" Zoro took a step closer, his words measured and sincere. "I messed up, and I'm sorry. I should have been there for you, and I'll make it up to you. I promise." You hesitated, torn between your anger and the genuine remorse in Zoro's voice. Slowly, you turned to face him, your eyes still filled with frustration. "You better keep that promise, Zoro." Zoro nodded, his gaze softening. "I will."

And so, in that moment of clashing emotions, Zoro and you found yourselves at a crossroads. Zoro had learned the importance of keeping his word, and you had discovered that even the most stoic of individuals could feel remorse. Your bond was tested, but perhaps, in time, it would grow stronger from this experience.

Byebye~

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urbanflorals · 5 months

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✧ Emma ✧ she/her ✧ minor ✧ books and food

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Hii! Welcome to my blog:

Basic Info:

✧ Emma/Ems ✧ she/her ✧ Minor - birthday Jan 12 ✧ Capricorn ✧ INTJ ✧ Australian ✧ Ferrari girl <3 ✧ I will defend my babies warnette and Evajacks until i die. ✧ i am a firm believer in sarcasm. ✧ if you see me posting about writing its cause I have no motivation. I post about it, but don't necessarily do it ✧ I'm an introvert but will absolutely come out of my shell and become and extrovert when you get to know me

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Things I love

✧ Books -> [series] The inheritance games, acotar, shatter me, the folk of the air, the prison healer, caraval, ouabh, dance of theives, divine rivals (waiting for the next one to come out), the lunar chronicles, the red queen, when in rome series, the naturals, six of crows.

✧ Books -> [standalone] Better than the movies, if he had been with me, the do over (basically anything by lynn painter), the cheat sheet, powerless, the summer of broken rules and a lot more I cannot remember cause I panicked :)

✧ Music -> Taylor swift, Gracie abrams, Tate McRea, a little of Lana Del Rey, Chase Atlantic, Artic Monkeys, Guns and Roses, Little mix, Conan Gray. My music is allllll over the place lmao.

✧ Christmas <3333

✧ Rain <3

✧ Movies -> Now you see me 1 & 2, knives out 1 & 2, oceans 8, 11, 12, & 13, Mamma Mia, the adam project, enola holmes, red notice and basically and chick flick

✧ Tv shows -> B99, Friends, babysitter's club, alexa and katie, fuller house,

✧ art -> I paint, sketch, and draw, whenever I feel like it. I mostly draw. I want to learn how to use gouache and oils paints.

✧ other -> baking and cooking :)

✧ making moodboards -> here is my master list

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More Info

✧ my dream life is to runaway to paris or new york and open up a bookstore/cafe/flower shop. (and to be the rich hot aunt the everyone loves)

✧ I will most likely put 'lmao', 'lol', <3, :) at the end or in every sentence I can - just cause I want to talk to you but I don't want to come on too strong lmao (see right there - perfect example)

✧ I want to travel when I'm older! [places] -> London, Paris, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Sweden, Germany, New York, Bahamas, Japan, Korea, and a bunch more!

✧ I spend an unhealthy amount of time on Pinterest and Tumblr.

✧ I'm basically friendless if you exclude online friends. So if we're moots you're my best friend, no take backs

✧ Also I love getting new book, show, movie, music recs!

✧ My Wattpad -> My Pinterest

✧ If you want to know anymore just ask! Seriously, I have like zero friends in real life, so you can spam me anytime. I love talking to new people.

✧ special moots: [if you want to be added or removed just ask!] -> @blythexparker, @kitsohana, @myster3y, @stvrlighhttt, @skeelly, @my-mind-is-frozen, @atwtmvftvtvsgavralpsss, @bookscorpion73, @blocked-zombieartist, @urgirlnextdoorr, @nqds, @reminiscentreader, @crenna, @someones-name-inserted-here, @banilikesfictionalpeople, @yourinterruptingmyreading, @mqstermindswift, @seaveysoceaneyes <3

✧my 100 followers event

✧ this is a safe space for everyone!! ↳ Dni - if you're a racist, homophobe, sexist, pedos, ect..

lots of love

Emma <3

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Ps: this was also inspired by @stvrlighhttt, hehe ik you said u didn't want credit but i think u deserve it mwah <3

#I redid this #this one was so much better #intro post #i didn't proof read this so lemme know if u see a mistake #for some reason it keeps making the letters bigger idk how to stop it

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sissylittlefeather · 5 months

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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 2

A/N: Time for the second chapter in this time-traveling/soulmate AU! This is a reader insert Elvis x fem!reader. I had an absolute blast writing this chapter. I really hope y'all enjoy it!

PS- thanks, as always, to my besties @ccab and @elvisfatass for listening to me scream about this series and helping me when I ask!

Need to catch up? Here's my Masterlist.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI! Drinking alcohol, lots of kissing, cussing, erections, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie... I think that's all.

Word count: ~5.5k

Maybe he'll just stay with you forever.

******

When you get back to the dorm, Elvis is all in a tizzy over your music. He wants to hear more, so you give him your iPod.

"What is this?"

"It's music. Here." You put the headphones over his ears and push play.

"Your records must be tiny!" He hollers over the sound of the music and you laugh.

"No records. The music is digital."

"Digital?"

"Oh man. How do I explain this? Just trust me. All the music is saved inside this thing."

"How many songs are in it?"

"It holds, like, thousands, but I think I have around 500. I don't buy as much music as I should." His mouth drops open and he looks down at the iPod.

"Can I take this back with me?"

"Absolutely not. But you're welcome to use it while you're here." He has another wave of hoping he never leaves.

"I love this." You can't help but smile at how excited he is.

"Okay, I need to get ready. I'm going to a friend's house for a game night tonight. Do you want to come with me?" He can't hear you over the music pumping through the headphones. You tap on his shoulder and he uncovers his ear.

"Huh?"

"Do you want to come with me to a friend's house for game night?"

"Oh, sure. I don't want to stay here by myself." Truthfully, he doesn't want to spend a minute away from you.

He goes back to listening to his music while you get ready. Watching you fix your hair and do your makeup is endearing to him. You realize he's staring as you swipe on your black eyeliner pencil.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're just real pretty." You feel your cheeks get hot.

"Thanks." You smile nervously. They definitely didn't exaggerate about how charming he is. Still, his presence is comforting for some reason and you'll miss him when you finally figure out how to get him home. That'll be your project tomorrow, though. Tonight's challenge will be introducing him to your friends without him finding out too much about himself.

When you're ready, you look over him to make sure he's not going to stand out too much. You get to his hair and frown.

"We need to do something about your hair."

"I can tell you right now what we're going to do. Nothing. My hair is fine." He moves his hands to his head protectively. He used half of your can of hairspray this morning fixing it. He's not going to let you touch it now.

"Okay, but no one does their hair like that anymore. You need to make it do this." You gesture to a poster on your wall of Joe Jonas with his hair in his face.

"No. Not happening." You laugh and reach up to tousle his hair and he grabs your wrists, laughing with you and hollering, "NO!"

He wrestles your hands back behind your back and pins you up against him. When he looks down at you, breathing heavily, you both stop laughing. The air between you is electric and he starts to lean in. His lips are almost to yours when there's a knock on your door.

"Y/n! Are you ready?" Katie busts through the door and Elvis lets go of you quickly. "Oh, God, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were still here."

"Yeah, he's gonna be here for a bit. Is that okay?" You look at her with an awkward smile.

"Fine by me, as long as you two aren't too loud. These walls are thin, you know." You and Elvis both blush and she laughs. "We better go. I need to stop by the liquor store on our way there."

You nod. Luckily, Katie is 21, so you never have to worry about how to find alcohol for your parties. She walks out of your room and you look back at Elvis.

"I don't really drink." He shrugs.

"I know. It's okay. I hope you don't mind if I do."

"No it's- wait, how do you know?" You smile awkwardly again.

"I might've understated how much of a fan my grandma was. I know... things... about you."

"Like what else?!"

"Don't worry about it." You try to ignore your almost-encyclopedic knowledge of him.

"Come on, lovebirds! Let's go!" Katie hollers from the living room. Elvis takes your hand and you head out there to her. He's nervous, both to meet your friends and because you seem to know more about him than he does.

******

"Guys, this is John. We met in Tupelo. He's staying here with me for a while. Be nice, please." You say sternly as you look around the room at your friends. They introduce themselves and shake his hand. Your friend Ashley doesn't waste any time noticing his appearance.

"You look just like Elvis. Man, y/n, you have a type, don't you?" You laugh awkwardly.

"Yeah, John is a big fan of Elvis too. Hence the hairstyle." Elvis soaks in how commonplace it is for these people to talk about him. How do they all seem to know him?

You quickly change the subject before someone says something about him that he doesn't need to hear.

"So, games? I need a drink." You walk to the kitchen with Elvis in tow to fix yourself a beverage. He watches as you look through the liquor bottles.

"What are you looking for?"

"I'll know it when I- ah ha!" You settle on a bottle of Malibu coconut rum. Then, you open the fridge and pull out a bottle of pineapple juice and mix them together in a Solo cup. You take a sip and revel in the sweetness and he just watches you curiously.

"Can I try that?"

"Thought you didn't drink?"

"It's 2007. I think I can live a little." You hand him the cup and he takes a gulp and then looks at you wide-eyed. "That tastes like dessert!"

"You like it?"

"Yes. This one is mine." You laugh and make yourself another drink. This could get interesting.

Katie calls to you from the living room that it's time to start the first game. The evening passes and you play through a board game and a round of charades. He has you make him two more drinks and you notice his laugh gets louder and he touches you more. He's not drunk, but he's certainly feeling a little relaxed. You're not complaining, though, because you've had the same number of drinks and he is looking more and more irresistible.

You settle in to be a team for a trivia game and he wraps his arm around your shoulders and kisses your cheek. You giggle a little and lay your head against him. Katie watches the two of you and smiles. She knows how you've been alone for a long time. It's nice for her to see you happy, even with this stranger you picked up mysteriously in Tupelo.

"Oh, this seems unfair. It's a pop culture card." Your friend Brandon holds up a card with questions to ask the two of you. "Topic is Elvis Presley." Elvis whips his head toward you and laughs. He can't believe he's a whole card in this game. You don't think much of it when Brandon reads the first question.

"What year did Elvis buy Graceland?" Elvis sits up and hollers.

"1957!" Then, it hits you that there might be something on that card that he shouldn't know. Suddenly, you dive across the table and grab the card from Brandon, sending game pieces flying, before he can read the next question.

"Hey! What the hell?" Brandon yells.

"It's uh, an unfair advantage. Just pick another card."

"Seriously? Come on, y/n."

"Pick another card. Please." Elvis looks at you strangely and tries to take the card from you. You shake your head and put it in your pocket. The game continues and you try not the think about the fact that he almost had to answer a question about the year he died.

At the end of the trivia game, you decide it's time to head home. It's after midnight and you're not sure Elvis should have another drink. Katie agrees since she has to drive home. As you're walking to the car, Elvis wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your cheek again.

"That was fun. 2007 is fun." He whispers in your ear. He's obviously a little drunk, but so are you, so you don't argue. Instead, you turn to face him and throw your arms around his neck, stumbling backwards.

"We have a good time." When you get to the car, he presses you up against it with his body and looks down into your face. He leans down and presses his lips to yours gently. It feels like someone has lit your insides on fire in the best way possible.

"Get in the car, lovebirds." Katie yells at you from the driver's seat. He backs off of you and opens the door for you to slide into the back seat together. It doesn't take long for him to pull you into him and kiss you again. This time, it's an open-mouth kiss and his tongue dips in to move against yours. You begin to make out pretty heavily, his hands moving over your body.

"Hey! No sex in my backseat!" You hear Katie holler from the front. You both start to laugh and he kisses down your neck, muttering.

"No promises." Luckily, it's a short drive back to the dorm, so he doesn't get much further, but the elevator ride is not very much fun for Katie. Finally, you're back to your room and you stumble in laughing and kissing in turns.

"Elvis, wait." He pulls back and looks at you with his heavily-lidded bedroom eyes.

"Yes, honey?"

"Nothing, I just... I'm gonna go to the bathroom." He sits on the side of your bed and watches you walk away.

In the bathroom, you go and then stare at yourself in the mirror. You have an opportunity here to live a dream you've had since you were old enough to know what sex is. But it feels wrong to do it like this, with both of you drunk. You steel yourself for how you're going to tell him no and then open the door.

It turns out you don't have to worry about it, though, because he's fallen fast asleep on your bed, fully clothed. You sigh and then go to take his shoes and his belt off. You change into pajamas and climb into the bed next to him, taking a minute to just look at him. He really is as beautiful as you thought he would be. Pictures didn't do him justice. You reach out and run your fingertip across his brow and down his nose. This is a miracle.

Just then, he rolls over and puts his arms around you, pulling you in close to him. He kisses your forehead and whispers.

"G'night, honey."

You settle in for another night in his arms. Tomorrow you need to try to find a way to get him home, but tonight, he's yours.

******

When you wake up in the morning, Elvis groans and pulls you in close to him.

"Good morning." You say quietly. He groans again and you realize he must be feeling his drinks from last night. You go to roll out of bed and he grabs you and holds you tighter.

"No, don't leave." He whines.

"I'm going to get you some water. It'll make you feel better; I promise." He nods and lets you go.

When you come back with the water, he's sitting up on the side of the bed with his head in his hands.

"Thank you." He takes the water and gulps it down.

"You'll feel better after some food. Take a shower and let's go get breakfast." He agrees and makes his way to the bathroom. You have a half-second fantasy of asking if you can get in with him, but you shake your head and get rid of that thought. You need to focus on trying to find a way to get him home.

******

After eating breakfast, you both feel a lot better. You start to brainstorm ideas for what to do.

"What if we go back to where you showed up?"

"That's an idea." He looks down at his hands. He doesn't want to tell you that he'd rather stay, at least for a little while longer.

"Okay, well, let's try that today. You'll need to put your suit from the concert back on. You can't wear these clothes in 1957." He nods and you notice how quiet he is.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I just... I'm not sure I'm ready to go back."

"Elvis, you have to. You don't have a choice." He nods again and looks up at you, reaching across the table to put his hand on yours. He rubs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

"Do I have to go today?" The way he feels about you makes him never want to go.

"We don't know how long we might have to get you back. We need to try."

"Okay." He gives you a sad smile, pats your hand, and stands up, stretching and yawning. You make your way back to the dorm for him to change before you head to Tupelo.

******

When you get to the fairgrounds, you go back to where you were when he ran into you, or at least to the best of your memory.

"Now what?" He looks at you anxiously.

"I don't know. I've never done this before. You're the one who time-traveled. What did you do?"

"All I did was come down the stairs of the stage and try to find a place backstage to... well... I was backstage."

"Okay, but was there anything different about this show that hadn't happened before?" He blushes and thinks about the massive erection he had when he came off the stage. Surely that's not related.

"Not really, no."

"Nothing at all?" He looks at you exasperated. You have to remember.

"There was one thing. You really don't know what I'm talking about? Please don't make me say it."

"Oh! Oh my God. Yes. I remember." You laugh out loud and he rolls his eyes.

"I don't think that has anything to do with the time travel." He mutters.

"We don't know that. What if it does?"

"That makes no damn sense, y/n." He puts his hands on his hips.

"Okay, but we need to try to perfectly replicate the circumstances. So, y'know, get after it." You gesture to his crotch and try really hard not to laugh as he stares at you.

"I can't just make it happen!" His face is bright pink and you're about to die from suppressing laughter. You stand and stare at each other for a bit, not sure what to do next.

"Well."

"You could help me." He gets a devilish look in his eyes and you shake your head frantically.

"Noooooo, that's, I can't..."

"You had no problem last night getting me there." Now it's your turn to blush.

"Elvis!"

"It's true! This is your idea!"

"Okay? Never mind. You're right. This has nothing to do with the time travel."

"Now, we don't know that. We have to perfectly replicate the circumstances. That's what you said." He takes several steps towards you and you feel the energy build between you. You look up at him as he gets closer and puts his hands on your hips. "We have to try."

He leans down and kisses you gently a few times before the passion takes over and you throw your arms around his neck and slide your tongue into his mouth. Before you know it, you're both locked in a tight embrace, kissing deeply with your bodies pressed together. After a few minutes you pull back, breathing heavily.

"Is it working?" He shifts his hips and presses his erection into you.

"What do you think?" He kisses you again with a new desperation. There's a big part of him that starts to get worried that this will work. It definitely feels like you're on the right track, even if neither of you can explain it.

But other than a slight electricity and buzzing sound, nothing happens.

You get to the point where if you keep kissing, he's going to lay you down on the ground and have his way with you right there, and he almost does, but another group of tourists comes into view.

"Shit." He hisses and fixes his dick so that it's up under his belt again. You breathe deeply and smooth your hair.

"Let's go. This isn't working." He says a silent prayer of thanks and nods. You head for your car before the group of tourists can spot him and ask to take pictures or something, assuming he's the most effective tribute artist of all time.

In the car, he looks over at you from the passenger seat and smiles.

"So now what are we doing?"

"I have no idea. I'm supposed to go out with my friends tonight. I'm not sure you should come."

"Why not? I promise I won't get drunk again."

"No, that's not it. I just... we're going to a club. I don't think it's going to be your scene."

"What kind of club?" A nightclub doesn't sound so bad to him.

"A hip-hop club."

"Hip what?" You roll your eyes and laugh. Sometimes he sounds like your grandpa.

You rifle through the cds on your visor and pull one down that's labeled "rap mix" with some doodles drawn on it in sharpie. When the bass beat hits, he looks at you with his eyes wide.

"Is this-"

"Music made by Black people, mostly." You cut him off before he can say something indicative of the time he came from.

"And you listen to it?"

"Oh yeah. We don't really... separate... like it used to be. Things have changed quite a bit..." His eyes light up.

"I wondered, since your friends were... not all white..." You forgot that it might've been a little shocking to him to see how diverse your group of friends was last night. Still, he seemed to take it in stride.

"Anyway, we're going to a place where they play this kind of music and people dance."

"I like to dance."

"This is gonna be dancing like you've never seen before."

"Everything here is like nothing I've ever seen before."

"You promise you won't get all weird and judgy?" He puts his hand on his heart.

"I promise. How bad can it be?" You think to yourself that it might actually be better if he has a few drinks first and then put the car in drive.

******

A couple of girls come over to get ready with you and Katie and pre-party before the club. They fawn over how cute "John" is and mix up some Malibu and pineapple. He looks at you sheepishly.

"Can I have one? I won't have as many as last night."

"I'm not your mother. Have as many as you want." You laugh. He grabs a cup and takes a sip, smiling. He stays in the living room on the couch marveling at how many channels are on your tv while you go in the bedroom with the girls to get dressed.

"Y/n, he is SO CUTE. He looks super familiar, though. How did you meet him?" Your friend Nicole remarks.

"It's because he looks like Elvis Presley." Ashley chimes in with her observation from last night.

"Yeah, I guess he kinda does in the right light. I met him when I went to Tupelo." You try to downplay how much he looks like Elvis because he is Elvis. Now it's Katie's turn to jump in.

"I'd love to hear the story of how you met. Because you were only in Tupelo for a few hours. And somehow you came back with this perfect guy."

"Oh, well, I went to the fairgrounds and we just sorta bumped into each other." You leave out the time-traveling bit.

"Shit, maybe I need to go wandering around Tupelo too." Nicole laughs and you pull an outfit out of your closet. You squeeze into the hot pink bodycon dress and slide the black vest over it, fastening the single button up under your boobs. You finish teasing your hair and put on a pink headband with a tiny bow. Your eyeliner is perfect and you're excited for Elvis to see you so dressed up. Once everyone is ready two drinks later, you make your way into the living room to grab Elvis and head to the club.

When he sees you, his mouth literally drops open. Up until now, you've had on jeans and a t-shirt or pajamas. This outfit shows off all of your assets and he's in awe. The other girls notice the way he looks at you and start to giggle. He sets his drink on the coffee table and walks directly to you, never taking his eyes off of you.

"This outfit is... wow." You look around at the other girls just standing and watching.

"Thanks. What?" He shakes his head a little.

"Nothing, you're just gorgeous, honey, that's all." You have the thought that you should just take him into your bedroom and let everyone else go to the club without you, but Katie speaks and shatters your daydream.

"Okay, lovebirds. Let's go. The club is waiting."

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When you get to the club, there's a line outside but you can hear the thumping bass beat from where you stand. It's September, so the evening is chilly and you shiver in your sleeveless dress. Elvis doesn't think twice before wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm. You meet up with some of your guy friends and make it inside fairly quickly. You let your friends walk a few paces in front of you so that Elvis's reaction will go unnoticed. Once you get to a place where you can see the dance floor, you're glad you gave him some space.

"Holy shit." He looks around with his eyes damn near popping out of his head.

"Okay, you promised. No judgy bullshit." He turns and looks at you.

"This is amazing."

"Wait, really? I figured you'd get all shy and weird because, well, sex." He gives you a disapproving look.

"I've had sex before."

"Well, I know that, but still. I also know how and where and when you grew up."

"Looks like I finally know more about me than you do. Do you dance?" You're pleasantly surprised by his reaction.

"I do. I actually love to dance."

"Well, then, let's go." He grabs your hand and makes a beeline for the dance floor. Once you're out there, you turn to him.

"Are you ready for this?"

"Hell yeah." You turn around again and put your ass on him and begin to grind. He laughs out loud and puts his hands on your hips. It doesn't take him long to figure out how to move with you. This shouldn't shock you as much as it does, considering all the stage performances you've seen of his. You knew he could move his hips. The song ends and you face him, ready for him to say he's had enough, but the next song is one of your favorites. You put your hands on his shoulders and body roll into him.

"Yes, honey, I like this." He leans down and whispers in your ear as you continue to move together. You spend the next three hours either on the dance floor or taking short breaks at the table with your friends before he inevitably grabs your hand and drags you out to dance again.

By the time you leave, you're both so drenched in sweat that his shirt is soaked through and your hair is wild. On the way home, you sit in the way back seat of your friend's suburban and he wastes no time in wrapping himself around you and kissing you. Your friends laugh as you make out like teenagers and Katie hollers.

"Yeah, they do that."

Back at the dorm, you barely notice your friends as they continue the party in the living room and you tumble into your room with Elvis. You can still hear the bass beat from the music in the living room, so you push him into a sitting position on the side of your bed.

You turn away from him, putting both hands on his knees, and grind your ass against him. Then, you bend over in front of him and touch your toes, slipping your shoes off. He reaches out and puts both hands on your ass cheeks and grunts.

"Mmm, don't stop."

You turn to face him and unbutton your vest, sliding it off and throwing it to the side. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your cleavage, pressing his lips to the soft skin of your breasts. You unbutton his shirt and pull it off of his shoulders. Then, you pull your dress up and climb onto his lap, straddling him. You continue to grind against him to the beat from the living room, feeling his hard cock pressing against you as you do. He slides both hands up your thighs underneath your dress.

"Can I?" He looks up at you desperately and you nod. He tugs on the hem of your dress and pulls it up over your head and off. As he looks at you sitting on him in nothing but your bra and panties, he whispers.

"Wow." You lean in and kiss him deeply, skin pressed against his. He leans back until you're laying on top of him in the bed and then rolls over so that he's on top. He leaves a trail of soft kisses down your chest and reaches behind your back to try to undo your bra, but is completely confused by how different the clasp is from what he's seen before.

"What the hell is this?" You sit up and unhook it easily. He shrugs. "Okay, I'll figure that out later."

You laugh and he removes your bra, tossing it to the side. He goes back to kissing your chest, paying special attention to your nipples. You arch your back with the sensation of his warm mouth on you. He kisses down to your hip and then slips your panties down to your ankles and off. Going back to your center, he slides one finger into you and presses it in and out.

"You want me, baby?" He asks, voice dripping with lust.

"Use your mouth first." You respond breathlessly. He freezes and then sits up, looking at you.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I-I-I've never..." He stutters nervously.

"Shit, I'm sorry, never mind. I forget how young you are."

"Now, wait a minute. I'm older than you." You don't know how to explain to him that you forget he isn't who he will become yet.

"It's okay. Just keep going."

"Tell me how to do it." You sit up on your elbows.

"It's really okay. You don't have to."

"I want to. Tell me what to do." A thought comes to you. Are you really the woman that teaches Elvis Presley this skill?

"Okay, well, just put your tongue here and move it around like this." You put your finger on your clit and rub it in circles and over the top, pleasuring yourself. You moan softly at the feeling and he nods and leans down, pressing his mouth to you. He starts to move his tongue and you moan a little louder. You feel him smile and he starts to get a little more bold with his movements. He slides his finger back inside you and continues licking your clit. He sucks on it lightly and then goes back to moving his tongue on you. It doesn't take long for him to figure out how to read your body for signs he's on the right track and you feel the coil of your orgasm tighten.

"Oh, fuck, Elvis!" You cry out as the coil snaps and you feel the waves of pleasure crash into you from every angle. He laughs as you come hard on his hand, feeling your walls pulse around his finger.

"Ha! That's never happened before. That was... wow." He looks at you with sparkly eyes and you breathe heavily through the high of your climax.

You sit up and push his pants down his legs and off, letting his cock bounce free. You stroke him for a bit and he leans his head back with his eyes closed and mouth open slightly.

"You want to fuck me, Elvis?"

"God, yes, y/n, that's all I want." You pull his hips down to yours and line him up with your entrance. He pushes into you slowly and rests his forehead on your shoulder until he's filling you fully. "Mmm, goddamn." His voice is husky and deep.

You moan softly as he begins to pump in and out of you with more speed. His hips slam against yours to the rhythm of the music still coming from the living room. You fuck like this for a while with him on top of you, but eventually you push him onto his back and climb on top of him, sinking down onto his cock.

"Fuck, yes, Elvis." You start to grind your hips against him, pushing him deeper and deeper and he groans.

"'M gonna come, baby. You feel so damn good." You nod and keep going and he pops his eyes open. "Do I-"

"I'm on birth control."

"What?"

"I'll explain later just don't stop!" He pulls you down to his chest and fucks into you from underneath until he can't stand it anymore.

"Fuck, yes!" He shudders and pumps into you weakly a couple more times. You lay on his chest for a bit trying to catch your breath. Then, you slide off of him and settle in the crook of his arm. He turns toward you and kisses you fully on the mouth. "That was incredible! I've never done it like that before!" You giggle at his enthusiasm.

"Like what? With the girl on top?"

"Yes and without pulling out."

"Oh. Yeah it's a miracle of the modern age."

"Well, I love it. Goddamn, I'm in love with you now." He laughs and kisses you again. You're not sure he's kidding, even though he laughs.

That's when you hear it. The buzzing sound gets louder and louder and you notice that there's a spot next to your bed where the air looks wavy.

"Elvis, look!" He sits up and looks where you're pointing.

"What is that?"

"I think it's how you get home!" His face falls and his heart drops. He wasn't kidding about being in love with you. He can't go now, not after what you just did together. "Get dressed! You have to go!"

"No, I don't want to."

"Elvis, you have to. You can't stay here forever. You have to be... you." You jump out of bed and gather his suit. "Come on!"

He gets out of bed reluctantly and gets dressed, looking at the mysterious portal with disdain. You throw on your robe and sit on the side of the bed. Once he's fully dressed, he pulls you into him and kisses your cheek.

"I'm not ready to leave you." All of a sudden, tears gather in your eyes and a lump forms in your throat.

"I know. But you have to." He pulls back and looks you in the eyes.

"I wasn't kidding about loving you. Come with me!"

"I can't! Elvis, please just go. This isn't going to get any easier." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. He grabs your face and kisses you one last time.

"I'll never forget you, honey." He caresses your cheek and then turns away, walking through the wavy air. He disappears and there's small pop as the portal goes away too.

You sit on the side of your bed and cry, tears falling into your lap as your shoulders shake.

You love him even more than you did before. Now he's real and you'll never forget the days when he was yours.

******

A year later, you go to Graceland for the anniversary of Elvis's death. You never stopped looking for him after he left, but you're starting to lose hope that you'll ever see him again. You do an evening tour and somehow manage to find yourself alone in a corner of the house. You break down crying, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. You miss him with every fiber of your being.

And then you hear it. The buzzing sound. And the air gets wavy in front of you. Could it be? It has to be. You jump up and walk slowly towards the portal, your heart beating wildly in your chest...

******

Chapter 3 coming soon!

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sxmpfxrortega · 6 months

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Blinded by Secrets

an: hello :) i am back and *not so* better than ever. I'm gonna be doing multiple chapters of this because there's quite a lot.

Warnings: blood, kissing (later on), nsfw (also later on), mentions of unalivings

ps. this is a g!p reader story :)

hope you enjoy!

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It was a chilly night in New York, you were getting goosebumps despite your robe and your mask.

The wind picks up as you near the river, you let out an exasperated huff.

You take the lifeless body that was once over your shoulder and sit him on the ledge, dumping him into the water.

As he begins to sink, your phone dings; it's a message from Tara, your best friend.

Tara: Hey, where are you? The friend group's been looking for you... you're making us worried.

You sigh in frustration as you hit the call button, calling her.

Tara picks up after the first ring, her voice filled with worry.

"Hey, are you okay? We thought something terrible happened to you. Where are you?" she fires off quickly.

You laugh into the phone, finding her rapid fire of questions adorable, "Uh-no? I had to pick up my little brother from his friend's house. I'm sorry, he had a panic attack." You lied easily to her despite the feeling of hatred you had for yourself doing so... but you can't let her know what you've just done.

The relief in her voice can be heard, "Oh my god, is he okay? Are you still with him?"

You sigh a little, your head has a dull pounding, "I just dropped him off, I'm heading to the apartment in a bit, I need to change."

She sounds more relaxed once you say that, but you can still hear a tinge of worry laced in her voice, "Why do you have to change? Is something wrong?"

Shit. Probably shouldn't have mentioned that.

You stammer slightly, trying to think of something quickly, "No, yeah, everything's fine, I just uh... spilled some coffee in my lap. You know me, clumsy and now unfortunately sticky."

You laugh awkwardly and slap your forehead and think to yourself, 'nice one, jackass'

Luckily, she laughs as well, "You and coffee stains don't go well together, huh?"

You smile and imagine that cute smile that shows her dimples.

God, are you a simp or are you a simp?

You chuckle softly, "It definitely is better consumed, I must say."

She giggles sweetly at your sarcasm, more relaxed, "Okay well... you said you'll be here soon? How long will you be?"

You think to yourself for a moment, your eyes scanning the dark alleyway, "Uh... give me like 20 and I'll be there."

You can practically hear the smile in her voice, "Alright, hurry up then, I'm ready for some cuddles."

You're taken aback, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, "O-oh?"

Your brain is malfunctioning as you tug at the collar of your robe.

She laughs deviously, "You heard me."

Your mouth opens and closes for a moment, barely able to formulate a sentence, "How could I resist?"

She laughs, "You can't, so hurry up. I miss you, dork."

Your heart is hammering in your chest, and just for a moment, you forgot you just dumped a body into the river.

"Who all's there right now?" You say, clearing your throat, trying hard to regain your composure.

She takes a breath before responding, "Quinn, Ethan, and me. We're in the middle of a game, but I want you right now."

Your eyebrows raise at how bold she was being.

Jesus Christ, Tara Carpenter will be the death of you, and you're more than okay with that.

Your words are quiet, "Where's your sister, goober? She hardly leaves you alone."

She lets out an exaggerated sigh, "I know, I'm surprised as well... she's actually with the guy next door. Now will you please stop playing 20 questions with me and get here so I can see you!?"

You can hear the pout in her tone and practically see the puppy dog eyes.

You chuckle at her, "Ma'am yes ma'am, don't wanna keep you waiting."

She giggles cutely, "Finally, I can't wait to see you."

You smile to yourself a bit at her dramatics, "I'll see you in a bit, okay?"

"Okay, hurry it up." She says with a laugh.

You hang up the phone and sigh harder, looking down at your body.

You have blood all over you from the person you just killed.

You rip your Ghostface outfit off and throw it in the gym bag in your trunk.

Jumping in the driver's seat, you speed off to your apartment to change.

#ghostface #mr. ghostface #tara carpenter #g!p reader #scream

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spinebuster · 1 year

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It's been requested so here it is: my gif tutorial! I hope to make this very simple as I've made gif making very simple for myself with the help of .atn made by myself and others. More under the cut!

First, what you'll need.

Photoshop (here's a link to a masterlist of free photoshop resources from birdysources)

KMPlayer, to get your screencaps.

These PS actions. (My gifmaking one, and this sharpening action from insomniacgifs.)

Some understanding of how to color gifs (I'll be linking my psd shown here, as well as including the process of making one.)

Next, how to get the videos that you want to gif.

I personally source my videos from Youtube, Twitter, and streaming services. (Firefox browser is your best friend, as it doesn't black out the screen that some services have.) If a Youtube Video Downloader isn't working, or if I'm capturing my own footage, I use the Xbox Game Bar's recording feature (windows + alt + r) to capture footage. There's also applications like OBS Studio. For Twitter, I use twittervideodownloader.com

Now, making the gif.

I use Photoshop CC 2018, but any PS with a timeline will work. But first, we gotta take our screencaps. Open your video in KMPlayer, and press alt+v. This will open up this second screen

These are my settings, with an easily accessible folder that I save my frames to. Find the scene you want to clip, and hit start & play your video, then stop when you have the frames you want.

Next up we're going to open up Photoshop. I changed my keyboard shortcuts so all I've got to do is hit ctrl+alt+o, but for you guys, you gotta go to File -> Scripts -> Load Files Into Stack

Select your screencaps of the scene you want to gif. Now that Tumblr allows gifs up to 10MB, the amount of caps you want is totally up to you. I stick to around 45-50, but sometimes there's a scene I need that's up to 150+ caps, and it still fits under the size limit. It all depends on the dimensions and coloring of your gif. I'm loading up 51 frames as the sharpening .atn deletes the final frame of your gif once it reverts back to frames, so I'll have an even 50 framed gif.

Your PS should look like this. Here comes the gif making itself. You want to hit Create Frame Animation at the bottom, where your timeline is. If your timeline isn't already open, click your Window tab up top, and find timeline in the dropdown.

After you hit Create Frame Animation, you want to Make Frames From Layers, which you'll find when you click the three lines on your timeline.

Then, reverse your frames.

Finally, Select All Frames, click the arrow on the frames, and change the frame delay to .06 seconds.

Way to go! You've made a gif! Now, if you're like me, you'll get tired of having to do that over & over when making a gifset. So, I recorded and uploaded an .atn, which means all you gotta do is load up your frames, hit play on the .atn, and your gif is good to go. I'll link it again so you don't have to lose your place in the tutorial.

So you've made your gif, now what? Now we crop, sharpen, color, and save for the web. Let's get to it.

Tumblr dimensions can be tricky, but they're easy to remember. (I even made a little graphic for it!)

For my tutorial, my Jamie gif will be 268 x 268 :)

Here is my unsharpened, unedited gif of Jamie Hayter. I believe this clip was snagged from YouTube, but it's been awhile since I saved it. I use insomniacgifs' gif sharpening atn, as I hate manually sharpening gifs. So let us run that real quick. (I'll be using the Strong option. Don't forget to delete the final frame.)

Onto coloring! The example I whipped up for this tutorial is super simple, so let's go!

I typically edit the curves first. I'm not sure why, just something I picked up from my photo journalism class back in HS.

Next, I add a little brightness. (+10)

Then, I mess with Selective Color, just a bit. (Neutrals, Black +10. Blacks, Black +5.)

Now, I don't know exactly what Channel Mixer does, but it's fun. Here's my settings.

Some Saturation (+5)

And lastly, I edit the Color Balance!

Aaaaand here's my final product! I also uploaded this as a PSD for you to save and use yourself!

Once your gif is all done, we need to save it properly. File -> Export -> Save for Web (Legacy). Here are my settings.

Note: Make sure your looping options is set to forever so your gif doesn't loop once and freeze!

And that's it! I hope this helped, and if you have any questions, my ask box is open!

#tutorial #gif tutorial #photoshop tutorial #wweedit #wrestlingedit #aewedit #*tutorial #keyara.gif #she's here!!#long post

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yourneighbourhoodtraumatisedkids · 4 months

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Hey guys!!!

Yeah, we got an account. All of us collectively. The Guardians of Arcadia have a Tumblr account. Douxie and Toby wanted to get Twitter too, but Jim managed to convince the two of them that Tumblr was the safer option- with the help of Shannon and Darci. Mary was hyping them up to go into a physical fight with each other, but Jim loves Douxie and Toby too much for that sort of thing.

If you can't tell who's speaking, it's Claire here. I wrote this the day before but Jim decided he'd post it while he's in Spanish. We started school today- on the third of January- and now we're currently trying to figure out a strategy to kill Gunmar, if you want to know where we've gotten up to- but if you've checked out @theonceandfuturetrollhunter's account, then you'd know exactly what we're talking about. Still haven't figured out the ultimate game plan yet.

Douxie and Jim chose the username for the account because they thought it would be funny.

Personally, I find it kind of disturbing, but that's probably just me 😂😭. Dios mio, I've already started to use emojis like Jim.

Anyway, the people you'll find who make updates usually are me, Douxie, Toby, Mary, Darci and Eli. Steve will occasionally make a random s***post, and Jim will update regularly, but perhaps less than us because of the fact that he has his own Tumblr account!!!

We've actually got two followers already thanks to them knowing exactly what we're up to- thank you @imaclotpole121 for letting us use your account, and thank you @bluheaven-adw for not getting too annoyed by Jim's... shenanigans. If you guys follow Jim, make sure to follow us too- Toby's especially excited to beat Jim with his followings, but Jim's already somehow managed to grapple 60 followers in one entire month- which surprised all of us, actually- we didn't think he'd be so popular [or Toby keeps saying. The rest of us are proud of him for getting over his anxiety and making new friends :). So is Toby, but you guys know he can get a bit competitive.]

So I suggest you take a seat, and get ready for the most random of posts from your favourite group of Trollhunters, wizards, Creepslayerz, fashionistas, moles, scammers, and time travellers (but for the last four there are one of each. Just saying). And maybe there will be a bunch of trolls and changelings butting in every now and then, but Jim is adamant they don't mess things up- or f*** things up, as he likes to so eloquently put. I would swear without the asterisks, but my mom made Strickler promise that if we're meant to be doing this, she doesn't want me to write swear words 🤦‍♀️

She doesn't know what we're going to be talking about though- she doesn't know the truth about anything. And I wouldn't want her to anyway.

Grab the popcorn, and get ready- because you have no idea what the hell is coming your way. Mierda, you really have no idea what we have set up.

-Claire Nuñez ;)

PS: I know Mierda translates to a certain word (search it up if you don't know it) but Strickler thinks it's a normal word. I pray he won't search it up. I hope.

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters tales of arcadia #jim lake jr #trollhunters #rise of the titans #jim lake junior #claire nuñez #toby domzalski #eli pepperjack #steve palchuk #douxie casperan #zoe ashildr #mary wang #darci scott #shannon longhannon #blog #all I'm going to say is get ready #that's it

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eletricheart · 9 months

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What was I made for?

(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

*image creds to owner

Word count: 928

Basically this song has been on my mind since watching Barbie, so I tried to make a story around the quote: " I don't know how to feel".

ps: theres a bit of angst, but happy ending

ps2: not proofread

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Donna believed you were the most gentle creature to have ever walked on this Earth. She adored your stories, your playdates with Angie, your patience, your kindness.

However, sometimes the dollmaker was certain you were dangerous. You made her happy, you made her want to be more than Lady of House Beneviento, and that was…confusing.

You were in another game of hide and seek, this time most of the dolls chose to participate which left you running around the house. Donna was having fun, at least at first, a call from Mother Miranda was enough to sour the entire day.

The dollmaker didn't enjoy producing anesthesia, especially knowing it's purpose, but she still rarely failed to comply, hence the fifteen minute long phone call complaining about her behavior. But that is what she was made for, what Miranda made her to be, so the Lady apologized and reassured the Priestess that it wouldn't happen again.

You noticed Donna's change of mood, momentarily stopping to play the game in order to check on her.

You walked over to her gently, but still made enough noise so as to not scare her. "Donna? Is everything alright?"

The woman gave you a tight nod, fidgeting her fingers, anxiously.

You sighed, slowly touching her arm. "How about we go around the garden? It's a lovely day and the little darlings are driving me insane."

She chuckled and agreed.

During the stroll, Donna's mind was still overworking, not even your inputs regarding the flowers could silence them.

She stopped abruptly, turning to see you through her veil. "You have to leave."

You opened and closed your mouth, not exactly knowing what to say. "I-I. Why? Did I do something wrong?"

The dollmaker took a deep breath, second thoughts mixed with fear were overwhelming the woman. "I was made to serve Mother Miranda, and only that. You're distracting me, so please leave."

Your eyebrows shot up in not only surprise but also confusion. "But we're friends." Your voice lowering at every letter.

"I don't have friends."

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Donna didn't hear from you for three months. Angie stopped asking after the second.

The air became suffocating in her territory, even Mother Miranda was having difficulties in staying for longer than 30 minutes. Alcina tried calling, so did Karl, both reached a dead end. The dollmaker had destroyed her phone around the first week without you.

The Lady still complied to the Priestess demands, this time arriving through letters.

Your life also wasn't that great, your time with Donna was the highlight of your days. Now you have to survive the village who was even more unfriendly since your connection to the Lady was now nonexistent.

You decided to try again after three months of no news. The Duke wasn't happy to enter the Beneviento territory, but you used some guilt trip techniques that Angie taught you.

Now, all you had to do was wait for the Duke to deliver your package, and hope she'd have you back.

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Donna wanted to cry when she saw your gift. She was trying so hard to forget you, to paint you as a bad person, but here you were sending her a custom made tool box for her garden supplies.

Donna was scared, she wished to talk to you so badly. But what if she disappointed Mother Miranda again? What if you were disappointed in what she did?

After a week of over-thinking, the dollmaker finally sent you a gift back.

And that's what you both did for the next month, sometimes you were out of ideas and just sent her origami, when she was out of ideas (which was rare) she'd let Angie prepare the surprise (usually it blew up in your face).

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You were the one to visit, it started out slow, you didn't want to rush her.

Afternoon tea became dinner dates, sleepover was code for staying all day, and soon enough you were back to before it all ended. Of course you were afraid she'd kick out again, but the time you'd spend with her was worth the pain of potentially losing.

Neither you or Donna would bring up what happened, it was an unspoken agreement. Sometimes Angie would try to talk about it, but was quickly shut down with "it doesn't matter" or Donna walking away.

Occasionally you'd catch her staring at you, going back and forth between the decision of talking to you properly.

It was just another wednesday when she stopped you in the kitchen.

"I-I need to speak with you." Donna said with fidgeting fingers.

You took a deep breath. "Okay…"

She pulled the chair for you both to sit in front of each other. "Are we friends?"

You let a relieved breath. "Of course, I adore you."

She nodded slowly. "But what if…I don't want just that?"

Your eyes widened. "What do you want then?"

She lowered her head with a sigh. "I don't know. It's all so confusing."

You leaned forward to grasp her hands gently. "Is that why you asked me to leave?"

Donna was shaking when she gave you a tight nod. "I'm not supposed to feel this way. This isn't what I was made for."

You gave her a gentle smile. "You're made to be yourself, Donna. It's okay to not understand your feelings, I don't understand mine for most of the time. But I do know that I'm happy with you. And whatever choice you make, I'm here for you."

Donna nodded slowly. "I want to try…Will you help me?"

You smiled. "Always."

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This is for my friend @lemonluvgirl87 who has a Birthday today and for @shewakessupwiththesun and @notanislander. This is a story about Katniss and Peeta adopting kids. It came to be because of this conversation and other conversations I've had over the years with Notanislander. All three of you are too wonderful for words. So I hope you enjoy it. It's rated T for some language. But it's mainly fluff. PS it's not beta'd so all mistakes are sadly mine.

The town hall was packed with the District residents. Everyone was called to make a choice about the alarming amount of orphans in Panem. They were being held in District 13 and no one wanted them to stay there. They would be made soldiers. All of the districts were being asked to take the orphans in, and the government of Panem would be responsible for providing housing and adequate food.

District 12 was still rebuilding as were many of the districts. After the war there were so many issues with infrastructure, basic things like transportation, roads, running water and electricity had to be established in the entire nation.

"Why did this happen?" Leevy asked.

Delly sighed and carefully said, "After the war, all of the districts were in a bad state. The only place to put the kids was District 13."

"But after, how did this happen?" Greasy asked.

"Unfortunately it was a loophole. Anytime a child was orphaned and had no kin who wanted them they were sent to District 13. It's been happening for years," Delly said truthfully.

"So all of these children have no one to care for them," Thom said from his seat at the table.

There was a murmur in the crowd.

Katniss walked into the room and nodded at Thom. Her youngest was wrapped around her chest. Her son, Milo, loved to be cradled against her chest. Peeta walked beside her grasping Melody's hand.

Everyone's eyes turned to them.

Even though Peeta ran the bakery in town, they kept to themselves and were rarely spotted together in town, not since they renovated the house in the woods. They sold both of their homes in the Victors Village, and combined with a portion of their winnings, they purchased acres of the woods directly from the government. They moved out of the Victors Village and were enjoying the serenity of living deep in the woods.

Haymich came in behind them.

Immediately three men jumped out of their seats and offered it to them. Katniss felt her cheeks heat up as she loathed the attention.

Thom cleared his throat. "Okay everyone, let's get back to the problem at hand. The kids are coming and we know that no matter what the government promises we'll have to take care of them."

"How many kids are coming?" Hazzelle Hawthorne asked. She'd come back to District Twelve after living in District Four for a few years.

"We're not sure, the government is going to divide them up equally, we can expect anywhere from 60 up to 250 children."

The number of children displaced was shocking. Everyone was talking all at once. Thom tried to take control of the meeting.

Katniss glanced at Peeta who had their little girl cradled in his arms.

Katniss raised her hand. She kept it up until everyone noticed and settled down. They were curious as to what she would say. "I can bring game meat to the orphanage and Peeta is willing to donate the bread that he doesn't sell to the kids."

"That's wonderful," Delly said, grinning at them.

"I've got extra clothes," another said.

"We can knit them blankets," a group of elderly women said.

"Why should we help?" One of the men asked. Katniss turned her head and looked directly at him, he sat down immediately.

Haymitch stood up. "These kids are going to be scared. From what Thom said, most of them have been uprooted from the only homes they've ever known and bussed like cattle to D13. Now everyone here recalls what it was like to live there, how strict they were. Who knows what they've faced? We pride ourselves on being a family, Let's be a family to these kids."

"We've got a few months to plan, but if we all put in our share these kids will be taken care of," Thom said. "Just like we did when we came back."

From there the meeting broke up.

Katniss, Peeta, and Haymitch didn't stay too long. They had to put the kids to bed. Melody was fast asleep. After Peeta did his nightly roundup, he walked into the room and silently got undressed. Peeta turned to her while they were tucked in bed. "You did good tonight."

"I just kept on thinking about Cecilia and her children. What happened to them?"

Peeta gently placed a tender kiss on her forehead. "You're a nurturer, it's in you to take care of people."

Katniss sighed.

"It's true, even when you were sick with morning sickness with Milo you were worried about me having a small cold."

Katniss shrugged. Peeta was downplaying the situation. He had the flu and couldn't get out of bed. They had to be separated because she didn't have a spleen and she had to sleep in another room. Thankfully, Effie was here at the time, and she took control of the situation. "Good night," Katniss whispered to him, lifting her face to place a chase kiss on his lips, and she smiled when she tasted his favorite wintermint mouthwash.

In the next few months the building was erected. The government sent a hundred and twenty cots, chairs, tables, and crates of supplies. Each child was provided a kit, a mattress, a pillow, and an itchy blanket.

The rooms were painted in warm, welcoming, soothing colors, not the austere white the walls were left in by the Capitol builders. The Residents took it upon themselves and built them a playground and library so that they could have a place to study or read. Gale sent hundreds of books for the library.

The grannies were knitting soft blankets for the kids. Katniss often joined them, quietly knitting away, thankful she learned the skill from her mother. When the children arrived the entire district came out to meet them. Katniss had been with the group of people who helped cook them a hearty stew and fresh bread.

Delly proudly smiled as the kids shyly walked to their new homes. Peeta painted and drew many of them, placing their pictures over their beds. Milo sat by him clutching a crayon. His chubby little legs and arms were an explosion of color as Peeta had painted him. Katniss was glad Milo hadn't tried walking like Melody at nine months. Milo crawled fast when he was motivated.

There was a boy who called her attention. As she went around serving them stew from the pot on the trolly. He held the hand of a small little girl he wouldn't let go of as they sat at the table. He carried two trash bags with him. He was skinny and lanky and he had that hard look she'd seen on Gale's face growing up. The little girl was small with a riot of curly hair, and she was tiny and delicate. The little girl reminded Katniss of Rue and her sister when they stood on tiptoe.

Katniss weaved her way through the tables, serving bread or soup. Some of the older kids scowled. Katniss scowled right back, and their eyes opened up when they realized who was staring back at them.

Hazelle was handing out cookies. There was a line of kids surrounding her. Katniss chuckled because they wanted more than one.

His eyes opened wide when he saw her, "You're Katniss."

"Yup," she said.

"You can't be giving us food," he spat.

"Why not?" Katniss was curious.

"Because you're famous, and famous people don't do stuff like this…"

Katniss chuckled, at his response. He definitely sounded like Gale when he was fourteen. "Well, there's a lot of things I do that may amaze you. So what are your names and how old are you?"

"I'm Koa. I'm seven and this is my sister Koda and she's four."

"I have a little girl who's five, her name is Melody," Katniss said, as she filled up the bowls of the other kids at the table.

Koda pulled Koa's sleeve and he leaned over. She whispered something in his ear. Koa nodded then turned to Katniss who sat down by them. She poured a bow for herself.

"She wants to know where Peeta is?"

"Over there," Katniss pointed with her ladle, "Drawing pictures."

Koda's dark brown eyes became rounded when she spotted his ash blond hair, amongst the other kids. Katniss grinned at the little girl's natural exuberance at spotting Peeta.

"Yeah I felt the same way when I first met him," Katniss said.

"So it's true, all of it?" The boy asked.

"Most of it," Katniss winked.

"Mom!" Melody excitedly came running. "Aunt Effie is on her way, she said she's bringing glamor for the kids."

The little boy blinked when he saw Melody.

"Melody, I'd like you to meet two new friends," Katniss said, "Koa and his sister Koda."

Melody was like her father, she was a happy free spirit and friendly. "Hi, can I sit with you?"

"Ah," Koa said. "Sure."

"Thank you," Melody said. "So what district were you originally from?"

"District 7," Koda said.

"My Aunt Jojo used to live there. She lives in District 4 now with my Auntie Annie and her son Finn."

Katniss gave Melody her plate and stood knowing Koa and Koda were in good hands.

A few weeks later she walked to the Orphanage. For the first time, she heard laughter coming from the kids as they played outside. Katniss loved watching the kids open up. It was happening slowly. There wasn't one person in the nearly one thousand adults who lived in the district who hadn't taken to the kids.

However, there were kids who had been taken quickly to the district. There were others who were having a harder time. There was a small girl named Gadget from District 3. She was only six, but she was withdrawn. She never interacted with the other kids and always had her black trash bag with her. The bag contained all of her possessions.

Katniss spotted her sitting by herself on one of the seesaws. She wished there was something she could do to draw out the little girl. She was the toughest one, Koa and Koda however had opened up to her. Katniss learned both his parents were war veterans. Koa's father had a heart attack when his mom was pregnant with Koda. His mother died in childbirth. He was transported to District 13 but he made sure to keep an eye out for his baby sister.

Katniss couldn't even imagine a three-year-old having the wherewithal to protect his baby sister. She genuinely felt for the kid. A fall leaf fell to the earth, and Katniss was reminded why she was there. She doubled her pace to the orphanage.

Every Sunday while Peeta was with the kids, she went out and hunted for the orphanage.

The fall weather was beautiful and she had a good haul. She had fish, turkeys, ducks, squirrels, and other game meat. Today Delly was holding a reading program in the library, and many of the kids were woefully behind in their education. Many had never read a book or had a book read to them.

There were rumors there were a few couples who wanted to take a child or two home. Greasy got along with one of the older boys named helped her cook in the kitchen and often walked her home. Katniss had overheard him say Greasy reminded him of his grandmother. They got on well and she wanted to give him a home even though he was sixteen and going to be phasing out in two years.

Katniss watched Koa and Koda approach.

"You're a really good hunter," Koa said.

"Thanks," Katniss grinned.

"Do you think you could teach me how to hunt?"

"Well before you can hunt you have to know how to clean the catch," Katniss said.

"Like removing the feathers and stuff?"

"Yeah," Katniss said.

"Can I help you?" Koa asked, his eyes were bright and open. And Katniss couldn't help but like the kid even more.

"Sure," Katniss said. Before long even Koda was helping out. Katniss took a feather and tickled her and the peal of laughter caused her heart to clench. Her pureness once more caused her to think of Prim and Rue.

As she left she saw Gadget watching them from the door. Katniss kneeled in front of the little girl with the two long braids. "So I noticed you like green. That's my favorite color. Last week the sewing ladies were making hats for you guys, and I thought that I would make you a special cap just like the one I'm wearing. Katniss pulled out a green cap and held it out to Gadget.

Her light blue eyes lit up at the hat. Her hand quickly reached up and snatched the hat and ran away.

"She's super shy," Koda whispered. She'd snuck up on Katniss Koda, had a soft tread, and tended to sneak up on people.

"Would you and your brother keep an eye out for her?" Katniss asked.

Koda nodded. Then she leaned in and gave a kiss on the cheek and Katniss felt her heart squeeze once more. These kids were special.

"Thank you," Katniss whispered. She stood, needing to get home. "I'll see you in a few days."

A few weeks later Katniss was at home with the kids. It was one of those rare weekends where Peeta had Saturday and Sunday off.

"Mommy, tell daddy about how high Koa climbed," Melody said.

"Why don't you tell him, sweetie," Katniss said.

"Koa can climb a tree like mommy and he's super quick," Melody said.

Peeta raised an eyebrow.

"You guys have been spending a lot of time with Koy and Kheeva?"

"No daddy," Melody laughed. "It's Koa and Koda. They go to school with me and we eat lunch together. He's fun and last week he got my ball that fell in a tree."

"Oh really," Peeta said. "So does mommy like Koa?"

"Mommy," Melody turned to Katniss, her trademark Mellark blue eyes filled with childlike curiosity. "Do you like Koa and Koda?"

"Yes I do," Katniss answered easily, it dawned on Katniss just how much she cared for the siblings.

Katniss watched Peeta. He looked like he wanted to say something more but he refrained. Peeta just listened to Melody talk about Koa and Koda. Katniss didn't say anything to her husband.

That night as she sat in their bed she waited for him to come back into their room. Every night he walked around the cabin making sure the house sure doors were locked, unplugging things, turning off lights, and checking that the stoves and the oven were off. Peeta said it was something his dad did with them when they were old enough. The number one threat to a bakery was fire, and with the amount of equipment, they used Peeta's father always stressed safety first.

Peeta became more vigilant after they had Melody. He also checked on the kids making sure they were in their beds. Peeta sometimes found Melody in Milo's room. Melody often read books to Milo, and Peeta caught her doing a puppet show for Milo in the middle of the night.

Before the kids were born, Katniss found his making the rounds sweet but she found it unnecessary. When they decided to remodel her father's cabin in the woods, they decided to use all of the technology available to make their home safe. When they drew up the plans for the renovation, they decided to purchase reinforced doors and windows. The materials were fireproof, and the windows could withstand getting hit with debris from gale-force winds. The cabin was nearly impenetrable like the NUT in District Two.

Katniss never contradicted Peeta when he made his rounds. Peeta needed to make sure they were safe. Peeta was a family man. He cherished all of their time together before having kids. He never put the bakery before her needs. And when they decided to have a baby Peeta became such a dad. Showing pictures of images of his little girl from the time she was in the womb. He was such a good father. Snow failed spectacularly in highjacking Peeta.

Snow wanted to not only destroy Katniss but, in the process, destroy the kind-hearted boy, who was smart enough to outfox the careers. Yes, Peeta tried to strangle her, but that wasn't Peeta. His reaction was due to the chemicals, fear conditioning, and torture they put Peeta through in the highjacking.

Through therapy and careful medication, Peeta was able to find himself. Naturally, he was different from the sixteen-year-old boy who was reaped in the 74th Hunger Games. She too was different from the hardheaded scared sixteen-year-old girl who volunteered for the games. That girl was naive and thought that the world she knew would never change.

Little did she understand how love could inspire such profound change.

Katniss turned the page of her book, then rolled her eyes and put the book down. Tonight, she was in a reflective mood. Katniss recalled all of the moments she Peeta had as they grew back together. The small little gifts that Peeta left on her doorstep before they moved in together. The primroses he planted in honor of her sister. The moonlit dancing, they did when they couldn't sleep.

The way he loved to watch her sleep. The cup of hot cocoa Peeta had ready when she came in from the woods on a cold or rainy day. All of the things that caused her to love him just a little more every day. Katniss heard the creak in the hall floor. Peeta was nearly done with his round.

She chuckled when she heard the uneven gate of his walk as he opened one of the kid's doors. Katniss yawned as she waited for Peeta. The door to their room opened, and the joy of seeing Peeta caused Katniss to smile.

"I just don't get how Milo can get naked in his sleep," Peeta said, scratching his head as he sat on the bed. "I check on him before making my rounds and he's half out of his onesie. I dress him up when I get back he's out of it.

"He's like his father," Katniss said, giving Peeta a sly smile. "He doesn't mind being naked."

"Hardy, har, har," Peeta said, catching her joke when they were in the arena. "One-time Everdeen. I say it one time, while delirious and I'm the automatic nudist."

Katniss grinned but she could see her flushed cheeks in the vanity mirror as she prepared to speak, "Well I for one do not mind."

Peeta grabbed the throw blanket and covered himself, looking outraged but his blue eyes were filled with mischief. "I married a sex maniac. What would Effie say?"

"She'd say," Katniss changed her tone to sound like Effie's Capitol accent, "May the odds be ever in your favor." She then leaned over and placed a suggestive kiss on his lips. She leaned back and watched his eyes darken with lust.

"I think my odds are very high tonight," Peeta leaned in to kiss her but Katniss withdrew and bit her lips.

"Katniss?"

"Earlier when Melody was talking about the kids in the orphanage, you looked like you wanted to say something?"

Peeta raised an eyebrow, "Darn that huntress eye of yours."

"It's actually my mommy's eye," Katniss said. "Before I became a mom, I never noticed things like that."

Peeta chuckled. "True."

"So, what was it?"

"Well you've been spending a lot of time at the orphanage, and the kids as well. I know they're in the same school."

Katniss waited as she watched Peeta remove his slippers and removed his shirt. She sighed at the sight of his broad chest.

"But do you think it's okay that the kids so get close?"

Katniss blinked; she hadn't been listening to Peeta. She'd been busily watching him. "I'm sorry what?"

"Is it wise to get attached?"

Katniss sat up straight. "Peeta these kids are so lost they feel as if they're not wanted. It's up to us to show them that they're wanted for the sake of being wanted. Can you imagine being shipped off from their homes to District Thirteen and then stripped of everything familiar? Cause that's what they do in that horrid district. Imprinting a schedule on your skin with everything assigned…"

"Katniss, I remember," Peeta said with laughter in his voice.

"Well then why are you questioning this," Katniss said, narrowing her eyes.

"Because for the past few weeks, you've been talking about the things Koda, Koa, and Gadget…you know I worry about Mel and Milo."

"They're great kids Peeta. Koda and Koa get along with Melody and Milo. Koa watches out for Melody in school during play time." Katniss watched Peeta slip out of his shorts and she nearly lost her train of thought. "And Gadget is smart, she's a bit shy. But she's coming along. Just yesterday I saw her playing with Koda. She's wearing the green cap I made for her." Katniss watched him slip underneath the covers. "I was hoping you'd spend time with them. Get to know them a little, if you're worried about them."

"Okay fine, I'll see what I can do," Peeta said.

Katniss got closer to him, a small smile playing on her lips. "So you're really not naked Mellark."

Peeta started laughing, ending all communication except for one.

Weeks later it was snowing and Katniss was handing the mitten, gloves, and scarves she and the ladies had knitted for the children. She had knit an orange and green set for her three favorite kids. Peeta had come with her.

Peeta had begun to come on his own and often had the kids in the bakery with him.

She watched him interact with Koda and Gadget. They were quietly painting along with Melody. Katniss had Milo strapped to her chest. Currently, her little guy was sleepy and was drooling on her shoulder.

She found Koa on his bed, "Hey."

"Oh hi Katniss," Koa said.

"You don't want to paint with Peeta?"

"Nah, I want to finish this book, can you imagine flying in the sky without the need for a hovercraft?"

Koa told her that his mom used to read a book about a boy who flew. Katniss called Johanna and she confirmed that they used to read the adventures of Paul Bunyan. It took speaking to Effie that she was able to track down the book. Koa's eyes watered at the sight of the book. She often found him reading it, over and over.

"I don't know but I can tell you flying in a hovercraft doesn't feel like flying at all. There aren't any windows."

"Woah," Koa said.

"Can you read me the story?" Katniss said, sitting in the chair.

Koa nodded and began reading it from the beginning. By the time he was done Peeta and the girls had joined him. Peeta's face had a soft smile as he held all three girls on his lap. Gadget was fast asleep.

Katniss smiled but said nothing. It was nearly Christmas time and Katniss noticed Peeta began coming to the orphanage. One day they were putting the kids to bed when he said. "Did you know Gadget stared down a boy twice her age yesterday when he tried to take Koda's toy?"

"No," Katniss said. She was thinking about what Melody asked her. Melody wanted to know if they could bring Koa, Koda, and Gadget home to be her brother and sister. She made a very good argument that they could all fit. Katniss had no idea Melody felt like this.

"Yeah, she's tough with a heart of gold," Peeta said as they walked downstairs to clean up.

Katniss smiled.

"Do you know Melody asked me if we could bring the kids home," Peeta said interrupting her thoughts.

"She did?"

"Yeah, and it started me thinking," Peeta said.

"Thinking…thinking about what?" Katniss asked. The hair on her arms was prickly. Peeta was building up for some news.

"I wanted to know if it was alright if the kids could come here on Christmas. Spend the holiday with us."

Katniss stopped picking up Koda's doll and stood up. Peeta stood just a few feet from her, his eyes were wide.

"Okay, you were right. Koda is sweet, she reminds me of Prim and Rue. Gadget is well, I've already told you and Koa is a great kid. He looks up to you and he's kind of like Gale."

"Yeah," Katniss said. "So you want them to…"

"Katniss, I think we should talk about more…"

"More?"

"Yeah, I've already brought them to the bakery. Koda and Gadget's eyes were bigger than the moon when they saw the equipment. Mel and the girls started a food fight and for the life of me, I couldn't get angry. It reminded me of when my brother's and I started a fight in the bakery. I could see them there. All of them coming home from school studying, and gossiping. And it's just not with the girls. The other day while speaking with Koa about hunting, he said he'd like to go into the woods with you. And I could see myself shouting at you both about trekking mud in the mudroom."

Katniss laughed and it sounded weird to her. Her vision blurred and she touched her cheeks and they were wet. "Oh, Peeta."

"I can see them as part of us, you know. Part of our family…" Peeta said and pointed around. "We've got room Katniss. I mean the cabin is huge. Haymitch has his room that he shares with Effie when they visit. But we can make that den into a room for Koa and Koda. That spare room can be for Gadget…"

Katniss ran and leaped into Peeta's arms. "Peeta, I've been in love with those kids since they said hello. But I think you're right…"

"We need to see if they would like to be with us, to see if we can do this…can we do this?"

"I don't know but it feels right," Katniss said.

"Okay so let's broach the subject with Delly," Peeta said. "She's the one in charge and she'd know what to do…"

The next day Katniss and Peeta left Melody and Milo with Haymitch. He didn't seem surprised that they would feel that way. Many people in the district had made connections with the kids and a lot were like Katniss and Peeta wanting to possibly adopt. They hadn't made the jump.

"So how can I help you?" Delly said.

"Dell's," Peeta started but looked at Katniss. Katniss gently nodded. "We'd like to know how to adopt."

"Oh," Delly said. "OH! Who?"

"Not who but which ones-" Katniss said.

"Wait, you want to adopt more than one?" Delly sounded flabbergasted.

"Is that alright?" Peeta asked.

"Ah," Delly stuttered then said. "Yes of course. Who are you thinking of?"

"Koa, Koda, and Gadget," Peeta said.

"Well," Delly said, sitting up straight. "There are some documents to fill out, a visit to your home to make sure you have adequate space, but I don't see a problem, as long as the kids want to…"

"We're thinking of turning the den into a room for Koa and Koda until they get bigger. And the extra bedroom can be for Gadget. We can turn the loft space into a bedroom for Koa when he gets bigger."

"Have you spoken to Melody?" Delly asked.

"Who do you think gave us the idea," Peeta said.

"She would like you Peeta," Delly said.

"Though we didn't want to say anything to her until we talked to you."

"Good okay then let's talk to the kids," Delly smiled. Delly stood and left the room and shortly after all three kids walked in. Their eyes filled with trepidation.

"Koa, Koda, Gadget Katniss, and Peeta asked me to talk to you," Delly said.

"Please don't make us leave," Gadget said.

Peeta got up from his chair and hunched down to her. "No, we're not asking you to leave. We want to know if you want to come home with us."

"With you?" Koa asked.

"Yeah," Katniss nodded, getting choked up. "To live with us."

"You want us?" Koa asked. "But we're nothing."

"No, you're not. Neither is your sister or you Gadget," Peeta said passionately. "We wanted to ask you, before starting the paperwork. If you don't want to, we will understand."

Koa nodded then he said. "We're like the lost boys and you're like Wendy and you're like Peter Pan. You'd be willing to take us lost boys in."

"Yeah," Katniss said, nodding.

"Can we talk about this by ourselves," Koa said.

"I think that's wise," Delly said.

Katniss watched them huddled together. They whispered. Peeta grasped her hand and squeezed reassuringly. They turned around and the smiles on their faces caused her trepidation to settle.

"We would love to…"

ONE YEAR LATER

Katniss waited for Peeta to finish making the rounds.

This past year was filled with growing pains and yet they were blessed. They'd included the children in their therapy sessions. Having that extra help caused them to blend further as a family. It wasn't perfect but it felt right.

Koa took to the woods like a fish to water. He loved going hunting with her. They were making a bow for him, just like her paw had done. Peeta had little aprons made for the girls. They hung in the bakery and were often used. Melody and Koa loved helping out the customers. Gadget preferred standing by Peeta, her hands deep inside the dough.

Peeta was right Gadget was a natural in the bakery.

Milo loved his brothers and sisters. Christmas was tomorrow and Katniss was wrapping up presents to put under the tree. Effie was in town and she and Haymitch were in their room.

Their lives were busier but fuller and it was chaos but Katniss wouldn't change a day out of it. Half of the kids that were brought to the district were adopted. Another group was in the process. A few had grown out of the system. But they were welcomed into the community. Other districts seeing the example also began adopting kids.

Peeta came into the room. "They're all piled up inside of the fort you made them. Koa hadn't fallen asleep yet, he was waiting for me. He had a dozen questions about Christmas."

When this began they couldn't bring them home for Christmas, though they did come home after the new year. All of the children were hyper and aware that tomorrow was Christmas. Katniss was hyper-aware of what tomorrow brought.

"He's going to love his new boots," Katniss said, putting the last of the two presents aside. "Do you know how hard it is to hide presents amongst five children?"

Peeta laughed. "I know, you don't have to tell me." Katniss watched him go to their bathroom.

"The question I have though is how are we going to tell them that they are going to add to this bunch," Katniss said quietly.

"Pardon me?" Peeta said.

Katniss had a picture in her hand. A grainy picture with two blobs. With the word TWIN underneath.

"Twins," Peeta whispered. "We're having twins…"

Katniss grinned. "Well, you're the nudist."

"One time Everdeen. It was one time…."

"It's more like a few times Mellark," Katniss laughed as he picked her up. "We're outnumbered, you know."

"I know."

"Jo is never going to let us live this down."

"I know."

"Is that all you got to say?"

"Merry Christmas Mr. Mellark."

"Merry Christmas Everdeen."

The next morning chaos reigned as the children learned of the newest Mellarks.

#this is a story not a drabble #Mega writes #mega-aulover #happy birthday

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Nuggets and shakes [Zak O'Sullivan]

Summary: During the F3 break something is up with Zak, so Y/N finds out and comforts him.

Started from the prompt "You’re avoiding the subject and you know it. What are you hiding from me?"

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: it's kinda sad and like a liiiiitle angsty bc Zak is sad bc Williams did a shitty thing. Other than that its like cute or smt its a lovely relationship (with a little bit suggestive at the end but y/n stops it to play games lol)

Guess who lives! And it's my biiiirthdaaaay so here's a gift for you xx This got me out of my writer's block and I wrote this in a day (but! i am on @clemswinecorner-socials more often because those can get some creativity out of me even when I have a writer's block, I've got a new post ready for you there as well mwuah x) and also I graduated in the mean time so go me, and now I have time to get back to writing and the inspiration so thank you Zak! Enjoy Zak girlies :)

Ps. don't think about the title too much because I struggled making up one (suggestions are welcome)

It wasn't unusual for Zak to keep to himself like now, especially when he'd been busy and his social battery was low. Zak was a very laid back person, so people were used to him not bringing attention to himself in general, but he was usually up for a chat and often cracking jokes. He had spent a lot of time with friends and family, so you understood him seemingly wanting some time to himself, sure. What was unusual, however, was how he was distant even to you. The last race before the long break wasn't a good weekend for the British driver, his feature race ending early due to damage from the opening lap after struggling to make it into the top 10 on Friday. He'd been frustrated and quiet on the way home to England, but when you went to Spain, where you'd spend the first couple of weeks of the break, the championship went somewhat forgotten.

It was now only 3 weeks until the final race of the season came around, and you were seated next to Zak in his parents' garden as his dad and uncle were busy with the barbecue. He absentmindedly scrolled on his phone, occasionally responding to some texts with his other hand on your thigh. He wasn't physically distant, he'd never been, but there was something different between going on. Something hanging in the air, which was weird- you’ve always been very open and communicative to each other. "Zak, can you come help for a second?" You look over as his dad calls him, but Zak doesn’t seem to notice. You nudge him, "your dad needs help." Zak nods and puts his phone in his pocket standing up, his hand leaving your thigh. You watch as he talks with his family, a small smile on his face, though you could see it wasn't fully there. He was still chatting and joking around, you assumed from the way his dad was laughing, but his own smile seemed a little more forced- but maybe that was just you.

"So, how's my favourite in-law? The job going well?" You smile at Zak's cousin, who was around the same age as you, sitting down next to you. "I'm good, I'm alright. I've been having fun during this time off, but also can't wait to get back to the track with the team and Zak. And you, how's the boyfriend?" You chat for a while, until you get interrupted by your boyfriend appearing next to you with a hand on your shoulder, handing you a plate with some salad and a little bit of everything from the barbecue. "Thanks babe, looks good," you smile and you give him a quick peck. "Always for my girl," you blush and his cousin looks at the two of you fondly as Zak makes his way back. "So, everything going great between you two I assume?" You look at Zak with a sigh before looking back at her. "Yeah, we're good, I think. He's been a little off, or something, but I think it's work related. I've been wanting to talk about it but you know how things are in the motorsports world, you can't always say," His cousin looks over with a sympathetic smile. "Oh, well, you know how he is. If he's ready and wants to tell you, he will. And you can always ask," you nod as you look at his 3 year old niece, who has just come in, running up to him. "Uncle Zaaaaak!" Zak turns around and looks down with a smile. "Hey there princess!" He says and you hear an adorable squeal as he lifts her in the air. "He'd be a good dad," His cousin raises his eyebrows at you and you shake your head. "Nope, way too early, we are not having that conversation."

"Are we going too?" You softly ask Zak after you've said goodbye to his niece and her parents. "Yeah, sure, whatever you want," you grab the keys from his back pocket and rub his arm. "Alright, I'll drive. Let's say goodbye to your parents and go," You walk back to the garden, where you hug both his parents before quickly waving to his siblings. "I'll see you guys next week, right? Alright, bye!" You automatically grab Zak's hand as you walk back to his car, him going more quiet liked you'd seen at home the past couple of days. You hand him your phone with Spotify, not entirely sure what type of music he'd prefer, and drive home. "Do you want a milkshake? I could also get nuggets to share or a McFlurry. I won't tell any of the trainers," You mention when you see the exti that leads to the McDonald’s. You glance over at Zak who gives you a tight but genuine smile. "Nuggets and shake, please," you smile as you pull into the McDrive, ordering your usual favourites. "Thank you," he quietly says when you're back on your way. "Ofcourse," You smiled.

You settle around the kitchen island in Zak's apartment, with him sitting and you still standing halfway across from him. "So, how are you feeling?" Zak frowns at your question as he dips his nugget in the sauce. "About what?" You shrug, "In general," and Zak simply shrugs back. "Just normal," He just says, and you look at him once more. "Zak, is... Really, are you okay?" He looks up at you now, seeing how serious you are. "Yeah, i'm fine. Just... There’s nothing, i just need to get back into the flow, and stuff. With Williams and everything I've just... You know how it is, different people and stuff, but I can't really say," It's only when he mentions the team that you realise how much he hadn't talked about them during the past few weeks, whereas he had mentioned his F3 team. He'd been over at the factory a few times, but not nearly as much as during the winter. "Zak, is everything going okay at the teams, and during training? We've not really spoken about that stuff for a while," he quickly shakes his head- too quick. "Yeah, did you hear Williams is finally allowed to break the cost cap for the new stuff? And Prema's been doing well, did you talk to Angelina about the new LAP's? I noticed they took over some of your filming habits," He talked quickly, not allowing you to interrupt. "I did, yeah, but you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. Zak, I know this is a secretive world, or supposed to be at least, but i'm your girlfriend. If you go through something I go through it with you. What are you hiding?" Zak looks at you and you see a change in his demeanour. "I, eh, I don't... I don't think I can really..." You walk over to him, the distress clear in his voice. "Listen, I'm here, okay. I won't tell people, I just care for you. Good or bad, i'll stay," you grab chin and make him look up at you as you tell him that, and he nods. "I know. Thank you," You smile as you hug him from behind the chair. "I love you, always." He nods in response as he leans into you, rubbing your arm. "I got sacked by Williams."

You freeze at those words. "Zak..." You say as you stand by his side. "That's what you've been keeping to yourself?" You ask, already knowing the answer. He looks at you with watery eyes and nods. "My god, Zak, I'm sorry," You pull him to stand up and embrace him, feeling him relaxing immediately at your touch. You stay for a long while as the words slowly sink in. Zak is still grabbing you tightly and from the way he's hugging you you can tell how much he needed this. He softly cries on your shoulder as you hold him, with here and there sobs that absolutely break your heart.

"You don't deserve this. That's... It's a dumb decision, really, why would they do that to such a good driver?" Zak has slowly pulled back, now leaning against your chest as you hold him. "They had to choose. With the Merc juniors and Logan already there they had to make a decision and they saw more in Franco. I really don't know what next, Y/N. I don't even know if I'll make it to F2," You sigh as you hold him close. "You will. And honestly, you're gonna make it to F1 anyways, might as well make it a team that isn't the worst on the grid," Zak gives you a eye roll and a smile in response. "Okay, okay, I'm still with the team until after Abu Dhabi. But maybe, yes," he admits and you chuckle. "Alright, now that we've got that out of the way, we should do something fun, because you need that. Put on your pyjama pants and I'll grab us a game, alright? Alright, I'm changing first, you finish the nuggies!" He chuckles as you walk away to the bedroom.

"I'm coming in," You say as you open the door, a bottle of rosé and two glasses in hand, placing them beside your bed. Zak walks out of the bathroom wearing just his underwear, and you look him over. "Put on some pants," you tease and he smirks. "I know you'd rather have me keep them off," You roll your eyes as you leave the room again, grabbing the games you figured you could play. "You don't need a shirt, it's fine like that," Zak looks at you from the edge of the bed and stands up as you put the games on the bed. "Thought you'd say that," he says as he pulls you close to him by your wrist, pulling you in for a kiss. As his hands slip lower to the shorts you're wearing you pull back. "We were going to play some games, weren't we?" Zak nods as you move yourself from his grip making your way over to the bed. "Uno and monopoly, really? You know that stuff has ended relationships, right?"

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