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leewritestoomuch · 24 days

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hi could i rq. general konoha 11 + sand siblings nsfw hcs ! (aged up/boruto ver obv) <3

Also: nobody understands Uchihas better than I do and I don’t even like most of em. /j Why are they all practically evil in fics? I’m going crazy. Most of them are clearly softies when it comes to love. Am I right or am I right???

And sorry, you can tell who I have more ideas for and who I was drawing a blank on.

Oh and sorry yall for the gap in my writing. This one took a while. I’ve been working on it for a bit. And part of it got lost and deleted, so I rewrote it. A long with a couple other stories got deleted and I lost some motivation for a moment lol

Konoha 13 + Sand Siblings HCs

Naruto Uzumaki

He’s energetic, and that 100% applies to in bed too.

Likely inexperienced, but eager. And a little nervous.

Talked big game beforehand, but even if you didn’t know before, you definitely know it was all talk now.

That being said, he’s a quick learner, even if he complains about being confused at first.

I think he’d have like little to no knowledge though, being such a loner for a while, in all. Hope you have patience.

That being said, he is a bit of a pervert with what he does know.

Overall though, he’d set a fast pace, but the sex would still be intimate and soft.

Praise. Praise. Praise. Giving and receiving.

Sasuke Uchiha

No experience, but he knows the ins and outs.

He wasn’t too concerned with sex or anything of that matter before, but when he returned to Konoha, he realized he had feelings for you. So he starts to think about it.

He’s not a pervert like Kakashi or Naruto, and he’d never lose his cool over sexy jutsu, BUTTT he’s secretly horny as hell. Like low sex drive usually, but just being around you makes it sky rocket to abnormal levels.

He’s very private about sex though, so usually only happens in your bedroom or… cough cough in a quiet forest with nobody around cough cough (if you know, you know)

He’s got a breeding kink. Next question.

Uses a mix of degradation and praises.

Lots of demanding, but also lots of giving soooo…

I truly believe Sasuke would be a softer partner than people make him out to be. Like did yall watch Boruto or not?? He’s got awkward and sweet energy. He’s TRYING. He’s emotionally stunted yall.

More dominant and likes to be in control, but will fall apart in your arms anyways. Usually more of a soft dom than anything.

One of the most likely to be fairly kinky though. I think he’d slowly discover he’s into things as they occur or cross his mind.

Sakura Haruno

She knows a lot about the human body.

Might have experience, might not. I could see it either way.

I think your first time with her would happen after like a romantic dinner together. And it would be romantic and slow.

But… that depends on you, because she’ll mostly go with what you want. It makes her happy.

She’s okay with being degraded or praised, but she really only likes to praise you.

Low sex drive.

She likes any position she can see your face.

She’s a switch, depends on her partner’s preference.

Sai Yamanaka

(Obviously not married here but just to have a last name to add)

He read a book about what to do.

Probably does something incredibly stupid at first, but that being said, he’s not an idiot, so not too bad.

You’d probably have to correct him a little bit. Also, tell him to forget the book and just go with the feeling and follow your lead.

You’d be in the lead at first. Probably go down on him first thing.

He’s not small. (I mean did you hear the way he talked to Naruto? He’s probably got something to work with if he’s talking so confidently LMFAO)

So you’d probably have to use your hand for the base while your mouth sucks on about half or so of his cock.

His hand tangles in your hair/rests on top, not pulling, but resting there.

He throws his head back, letting out soft sighs and small moans that escape his lips. He’s not trying to be quiet, but he’s not loud either.

Although, he might have read girls don’t like when guys make noise. Who knows. Then you might have to tell him that’s not true.

At first, sex is just discovering things with him. You’re both exploring how everything feels.

But, after a few times, he starts taking the lead and initiating.

He has a low sex drive though, so he won’t initiate too often.

It’s also hard to get him to realize what you’re asking for if you drop hints. He saw your underwear when you bent over… okay. He might even comment on how you should be more careful since he knows you don’t like to expose yourself so much.

You just deadpan and tell him it was supposed to turn him on.

“Oh.” And now he’s unbuckling his pants and asking you to come sit on his lap. :)

Shikamaru Nara

Low sex drive, usually at least, because now he’s consumed by the desire to be rode by you. Like he dreams about it.

He calls you troublesome to himself when he wakes up hard in the morning occasionally.

He lowkey loves to just lay between your legs or have you sit on his face so he can eat you out (pussy or ass, don’t matter)

Lazy morning sex. He loves it.

He’s dominant, but he can be rather lazy most the time. That being said, he will fuck you how you want him to if you ask.

Degrading but he’s not super mean about it at all. More like soft grunts with degrading terms, but the rest of it comes out more like soft sighs and groans of pleasure and praise.

Choji Akimichi

The sweetest. He takes his time with you every time.

Body worship. More so giving than receiving, but he’ll be a blushing mess if you give back the same energy.

Praise. Lots of it.

He’d be the type to kiss down your body, from your lips to your neck to your chest all the way down til he gets between your legs.

He can’t bring himself to be rough or harsh with you in anyway. No degradation, rough sex, or anything.

Likes to be able to see your face during sex.

He’d like to try food play.

Ino Yamanaka

Pillow princess unless asked to do otherwise.

She loves to be praised and worshipped, but also likes things rougher.

She’s a bit of a brat about things. Constantly going against what you say for fun.

She does it on purpose so you’ll go rougher on her, she likes it.

She also likes when things are slow and romantic though.

And she’d love it if you planned like a candlelit dinner and put a trail of rose petals on like Valentine’s Day, or even just cuz.

Shino Aburame

He’s in charge. He’s on top. Whatever. He doesn’t like to not have control.

He also just wants to please you, and often he’s not too worried about himself.

Might get a little self conscious if you skip over touching him or giving him head more than once. Like if it’s been a few times now and you haven’t bothered… did he do something?

He doesn’t need it, but he just… you know how he is.

He doesn’t make much noise.

But I do believe that right before he cums, he whimpers. He can’t help it, and don’t bring it up afterwards. He’ll be so embarrassed and not want to do it for a while because he’s scared he’ll do it again.

If he gets like that, just tell him you loved it. Then go down on him and tell him you wanna make him do it again.

He’s good with his hands, I just know it.

He can go rough and be stern and demanding, but other than that, he’s rather vanilla.

He’s a big fan of missionary so he can see your face.

And he doesn’t want to do anything unless it’s in your own home or absolute private, like an inn.

Kiba Inuzuka

Hickeys.

He loves giving them.

You will have like 20. From your jaw to your thighs, he’s marked. Plenty of them are visible and hard to hide because they’re dark.

He doesn’t exactly take his time. No, those hickeys are from the entire act. He starts leaving them during foreplay, then when he’s pounding into you, he quiets himself down by latching onto your skin.

When he eats you out, he leaves bite marks and hickeys around your thighs.

He calls it “marking his territory” then has to explain himself because no he doesn’t mean you’re a territory, you’re not a place or an object… he just… you’re his partner!

He’s rough.

Likes doggystyle most, but then he gets upset that he can’t see your face and next time he sets up a mirror.

Quickies. He can’t wait. He’ll whine if you tell him NO he can’t fuck you under the blanket, because YES people will notice the movement.

You might want to settle and pull him into a bathroom and let him fuck you over the counter, but he won’t force or beg you to the point of you giving in or anything. He’ll wait if you really mean no.

He’s got a high sex drive

Very likely to be pretty kinky. He’d be willing to tie you up, spank you, degrade you, etc.

He won’t do pet play. Thinks that shit is weird. So don’t think that because he’s a dog user, he’s gonna act dog like or have you act dog like. In fact, he’s more likely to hate it as a dog user.

I think he’d find any roleplay to be useless though. You could convince him if you wanted, but he’ll complain.

Hinata Hyuga

Much more intimate and gentle sex is what she wants

She’s not a pillow princess. She literally fantasizes about pleasing her partner.

Like probably day dreams, gets lost in her own thoughts, then is a blushing mess when she realizes that somebody is talking to her and she’s imagining what your moans would sound like when she’s between your legs, ESPECIALLY if the person talking to her is you.

She likes to do it in private, but she can’t deny that she imagines doing it where you both currently are. Not that she would.

Secretly has a high sex drive

Long refractory period though. She needs breaks between rounds.

Neji Hyuga

Took him a while to get vulnerable enough to take off his clothes if he’s being honest

Also I think Hyuga’s are very reserved and conservative until marriage, but he has such a tough time following that.

He really wants to jump your bones. And it’s almost like the fact he can’t because of his clan’s reserved and traditional nature just makes it WAYYYY more tempting.

You’re literally irresistible to him

Secretly, he’s just a little bit of a pervert. (Like Rock Lee’s Ninja Pals says he is)

I think he would have wet dreams from sexual frustration. Like the longer he holds back from having you under him, the worse it gets. Like a disease with no treatment.

I think your first time with him would be sudden, and it would be his first time ever.

You’d look WAYYYYY to good, and this time he can’t bring himself to ignore the boner he gets. No he’s gotta see if you’ll indulge him.

He may stop and pull away, get his act together if you remind him of his clan’s pride, and how he was so bent on following it before.

Maybe the first time, but by the next time he tries to give in, there is no try. He is cancelling any plans y’all had and tearing the outfit that made your body look so irresistible off.

He doesn’t have a super high sex drive, but he has such a hard time resisting just laying you down when you look so damn good. You are the reason he’s horny.

He loves when you ride him, and he WILL whimper. He tries not to, but Neji can’t be silent with the way you are squeezing him. The way you do it is so perfect, every bounce is drawing a noise out of him until he’s literally just letting out a stream of loud whimpers as he cums.

I think his cum would actually taste good. Next question.

Rock Lee

Perverted…

He feels bad for it when he catches himself, but Oop it’s too late… he’s got a boner

Boners are obvious in that green spandex…

He wouldn’t agree with doing it in public or semi-public though, but if you noticed his behavior or boner and pulled him off into the bathroom, ignoring his “this is indecent!” Protests because when you look at him before diving in to give him head, his eyes are literally pleading and he shuts up, pushing his hips towards your face.

He can’t be quiet so you’ll have stuff something in his mouth or cover it with your hand.

He secretly wants your chest in his face. He’s a chest guy. Boobs, pecks, whatever. He loves everything chest.

But he also loves ass. Small or big. Wants to grab a handful anyways.

Total switch

Because listen, he loves to pin your hips down and force you to accept the pleasure you’re trying to deny yourself.

Loves to pound his hips against yours until you’re a mess, but he also loves to do as you say.

He loves to be broken down until he’s in pieces by your mouth, body, words, whatever.

He whimpers like constantly, especially when he’s submissive. He tries to shut up when he’s dirty talking as he’s in charge, but he lets GO otherwise.

Tenten

I’m sorry her portion of this will be… lacking. I don’t know enough to say much. I love her, but I’ve never really thought about this at all.

I think she’d be a switch, but prefers to be in charge.

I think she’s depend greatly on you though.

If you don’t want to bottom/sub, that’s good.

Or vise versa.

She likes to take her time when she’s in control.

She’s fairly willing to try new things if you want to.

She enjoys going down on you most of all.

Gaara of the Sand

He’s very private about everything. He believes that his private life and his kazekage life should stay relatively separate. However, it is known that you are his partner. That’s no secret.

He’s not super into PDA, so it’s no surprise that he refuses to do anything risky or public in anyway.

He will not do it in the kazekage’s office. He has too much respect for it, but he also doesn’t want to get caught anyways.

He’s very intimate during. Slow and sensual for sure.

I can see him being into bondage, but like you get tied up, not him. But… depends. And might take some encouragement.

Refuses to hurt or degrade you for any reason. He only does praise. He could not bring himself to call you names or anything. Or to draw blood from you or hit you, etc. he doesn’t see why those things should be brought into the bedroom for “fun.”

He doesn’t think they’re fun.

He knew like nothing about sex before you. I actually think he’d have no idea how to initiate at first so you definitely initiated it.

I think he’d be the type you have to teach what to do a bit, but he gets the hang of it quickly. Then next time, he’s got every spot memorized.

Awkward. Like the first couple times were awkward, but romantic and cute.

Kankuro of the Sand

One word: kinky.

He likes to degrade you with a shit eating grin on his face. His degradation feels like a compliment most of the time though. Like he calls you a slut and it feels like he’s calling you a prince/princess. It’s confusing.

He’s so good at dirty talk. He’ll have you writhing in your spot, desperate for him and he’s not even touched you yet.

He’s got incredible patience when it comes to you. He takes his time breaking you down into a mess for him.

His face paint would 10 billion percent be smeared across your thighs and chest. Your neck is purple from bites AND his face paint to the point you can’t tell which is which.

Only when you wash off the face paint do you realize he left way too many dark hickeys that’ll probably take at least a week to fade away.

Confront him about this and he’ll just laugh.

Don’t tempt him to leave more, because he will.

He forces you to maintain eye contact when he goes down on you. If you look away for more than like 3 seconds, he give you a little tap as a warning, but twice and he stops.

Orgasm denial for sure. He would be the type to make up an excuse as to why he pulled away. He tells you all sorts of excuses. “You weren’t moaning enough.” “You moved your hips too much. Stay still.” And of course, “you looked away.”

He can make you cum hard almost every single time. You see stars.

The most fun part for him isn’t dicking you down, it’s the breaking you apart and putting you back together again.

Temari of the Sand

Dominant. Dommy mommy for sure.

Even when she decides to “sub” or “bottom,” she’s not doing a good job at it. She’s still telling you what to do, where to move, etc.

She’ll pull your hair, slap you, etc. as long as you are okay with it and want her to.

Loves to boss you around, telling you what she wants. Demanding you to please her.

“Get on your knees”

Head pusher for sure, but you two have a like physical que to let each other know when it’s enough.

All that being said, sometimes she really really just wants sweet, slow sex. Intimate nights filled with nothing but love.

She likes to keep all of this private though. No public or risky stuff.

However, she does like to do it beyond just in bed.

Would be the type to start kissing all over your neck, unbuttoning your shirt while you’re trying to cook breakfast.

You might want to turn the stove off.

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lolita-lollipop · 1 year

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i’ve never requested anything before so idk how this works but, if you’re still taking request for avatar characters, i’m thinking of a neteyam x reader, like the reader is a really talented warrior and they’re the apprentice of Jake and Both the Reader and Neteyam are constantly in competition to see who’s the strongest and at some point one of them just has an outburst due to all the pressure they have on them. (btw i literally found your account today and i just have to say i love your writing) :))

NETEYAM X READER

Golden child

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Growing up in the omaticaya clan, the people recognized the spark you had, a passionate flame that burned in your heart. Strong, leading. Everybody knew that you would be someone great, and that’s exactly what you were. You always aimed for the top, always made 1st place, always tried your hardest at everything you did.

And alongside you, the oldest son of Jake sully, neteyam.

The two of you were fairly close in age, you being only a few months younger, and when your parents died, and were given back to eywa, jake felt the responsibility of taking you in, they were in his war party, and you reminded him so much of himself. And Neytiri always wanted a daughter, so you became a sully.

And so it begun. With the two of you, everything had to be a competition. You got your ikran? Neteyam gets his a day later. You catch a fish while hunting? Neteyam catches 7. You can eat 2 fish? Neteyam can at 3. Every waking hour the two of you lived was spent staring at eachother, waiting to beat the other. THe only thing you had above him, was that you were in the war party, and he always on lookout.

“Did you get hurt while on your mission? I guess the sky people are getting too strong for you.” he spoke, noticing the cut on your cheek, the both of you knew he was joking. He pressed a piece of cloth against your cheek, sending a smirk. You just narrowed your eyes, chuckling.

“Being that i was able to come within 10 feet of one, im not worried. How was your little tree a mile away from our spot? Was it nice and warm?” you taunted right back at him, laughing at how his smirk fell. This was such a common interactionbetween the two of you, in which neither of you took it seriously.

Even so, you and neteyam were kind of forced to grow a bond, being that 90% of your time was spent trying to outdo the other. The two of you didnt really know why it was the way it was between you two, maybe the validation you got from jake in being the oldest sibling, or the golden child, who could protect the family. Both of you kindled the same flame, and it made both of you stronger.

So naturally, when the two of you both moved to the metkayina tribes together, along with the rest o the sully family, and learned that you would have to learn the ways of water… It became a rivalry. Who could pick it up faster. Who’s ilu was bigger, who could stay underwater for longer, who could stay out of trouble longer.

ANd to your great surprise, neteyam found himself winning at everything. He was just so fast in adjusting to the world around, he could ride on an ilu within the first days of trying, automatically he was able to understand the breathing techniques of the metkayina clan, he made it look. So . easy.

But you? You couldnt, you didnt even know why it was so hard, tuk even got it within a month. You could barely swim, holding your breath was harder than fighting a sky person in one of those suits, and you just couldnt bond with the nature around, even if it was beautiful. You tried your hardest, practicing for hours longer than you had to, almost feinting from exhaustion every night. But still, things didnt get better like they usually did.

And it tore you apart, youd never not been good at something, even if it was hard at first, you ALWAYS got better at it. That was why this was just so strange for you, so overwhelming to the point that it made you want to rip your hair out. You just couldnt comprehend how he was just so good at everything, that was your job, it's not fun to compete when you arent good at it.

So as a few months past, your agitation grew, and your patience shrunk. Things werent getting better, even Lo-ak was picking things up faster than you, and he never did that. And trust me, everybody noticed, you became snappy, talking back to your dad, refusing to hang out with tuk most of the time, and you even yelled at anuong twice for teasing you. Eventually, jake stopped complimenting you like he did in the forests, and that hurt more than anything else could. Even if it was unintentional.

Eventually, when it all became too much for you to handle anymore, you asked for help. And who else to ask but the one guy you knew had to help you. Neteyam, he had to miss your daily little competitions, so he needed you to get better at… everything.

“Neteyam?” you approached him when the two of you were alone, he was cleaning the saddles of his ilu, which generally was an easy task, actually it was quite calming, so you assumed he would be easier to talk to now.

“Yeah?”

“I- im having trouble-i need you to- could you- um-” you spluttered, you were not known to be shy. Ever. This place is changing too much about you, and you hate it. The only person youd ever really felt comfortable asking for help from was jake, and even then that was only in dire situations. You just didnt know how to do it without feeling weak, feeling inferior.

“Oh? Is somebody trying to ask me for help?” A smirk splayed on his face as he side eyed you, placing the ilu saddle down, he crossed his arms, and stared at you in the same way neytiri would when she would watch you do something stupid. It was condescending. You wanted to punch him in the face.

“Y-yes, I am” his stare sent you into an internal rabbit hole, it was unrelenting, and you could tell exactly what he was thinking. That you were becoming weak. That he finally beat you at something.

“Say it.”

“Really?” You crossed your arms and stared at the boy. He had to be out of his mind to think you would go that low for him to- oh. You were going that low.

“Say. It.”

“Neteyam, please help me”

“Oh wow. What happened to the girl who restled a thanator? Is everybodys favorite Sully losing her spark?” he joked, setting a hand on your shoulder and tilting his head with a smirk. He wasnt serious, the two of you always teased eachother, which was most of the time mean comments, but it never was serious. But at this point, the nights you spent trying to swim instead of sleeping caught up, and your comprehension had ceased to work. Imagine neteyams surprise when his lighthearted joke made your lip start to wobble, and your eyes start to gloss over.

“Yeah- i think i am.” and with those words, your shoulders started shaking, and in a few seconds you dropped to your knees, and were crying like tuk does when she gets hurt. Large sobs racked your chest, and you brought your hands up to your eyes, shielding yourself from the embarrassment that you knew would come with crying in front of the boy that you constantly competed against.

You’d never felt so fucking incompetent before, like you couldn’t contribute anything to the table anymore. It made you want to kill everybody within a ten mile radius.

Immediately when neteyam realized that you were serious, and that this wasnt something you and loak were pranking him with, he also fell onto his knees, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. His hand found it's way to your face, and he pushed the curtain of hair away from your eyes, pulling your hands away your hands.

“No- no don't cry y/n. I Didnt mean it, youre perfect- It was a joke i promise” He spluttered out in any attempts to console you, his eyes met your own, and he just stared. The both of you had experience in consoling younger crying siblings, but it never was you. He didnt think hed ever seen you cry before. It’s like all of his instincts froze up, and he had absolutely no idea what to do.

“Thats the thing Nete. I think youre right- I cant do anything anymore- breathing is hard for me- And dad doesnt look at me like he used to anymore- I just- i don't know what im doing wrong” you squinted your eyes and sniffled, you were just so tired, and overwhelmed. And so fucking done. You wanted to go home, back to what was normal, back where you could function like a person.

“Ma we y/n. Ma we. Y/n, you are the youngest to ever be in the omaticaya war party. Your name is known across pandora, you’ve surpassed the limits of eywa. You are nothing but elite-” he shifted in front of you and placed of his hands on the sides of your face. It forced you to look him in the eyes, and listen to what he was saying.

“Shes gone though- I cant hunt like they do. I am not a warrior of the sea. I can do nothing now. And youre just- you can do everything I can’t” the more you talked, the harder you made it for yourself to stop crying. All of the emotion, all of the anger, the grief, the aggravation, just crumbled. Along with that stupid golden child complex of yours.

“Y/n. Shut up. You are so amazing to me it hurts. The only reason you feel like this is because for the first time, you can’t do something. But that’s okay. I’m here. I see you.” He pressed his forehead to your own, wiping the tears that left your eyes with his thumb. You closed your eyes, and let him embrace you. This was strange, weakened wasn’t something either of you were very keen on showing, especially with him, especially not when it made you feel like this. Like neteyam was more than a rival.

“You promise?”

“Of course. ”

The two of you sat there for a moment, foreheads pressed closely, his hand on your shoulder and your face, comforting you with touch, rubbing circles into your back and wiping tears away. You could feel his breath, his heartbeat. And that alone was able to calm you down. Just him.

Just neteyam.

“I’m sorry- I know this is stupid I just didn’t know who else to ask and I thought you-“ it only took you a few seconds to realize the intimacy of the situation, him holding you, pressed up against your face, if anybody were to see you your parents would throw a fit. Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of purple-y blue, and you stood up, breaking the locked eyes you had with the boy. He just chuckled.

“Does this mean I win?“ he let out the same giggle tuk might have when you went to throw the ilu saddle at him. Which eventually turned into him tackling you into the water. The two of you laughed, pretending to forget whatever just happened, whatever step the two of you just took in your relationship, trying to avoid whatever feelings both of you were most certainly having all of a sudden.

“Oh shut up”

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*Bonus*

Anuong And loak watch your two figures from a farther away peer, they had been training when they caught eyes of the two golden silly’s getting a little too close for comfort. Immediately lo-ak was cackling at how stressed neteyam looked being so close to you.

“Let’s make a bet, loser has to do the others chores for a month” anuong spoke, staring at the two of you with intent. Lo-ak raised an eyebrow and smiled, it was so funny, he’d always been able to see it. The two of you were head over heels, you just couldn’t see it.

“I’d give it a week before they’re on top of eachother like mates” he answered, leaning over the edge of the peer and watching the two of press together. He couldn’t blame his brother for being so in love with you , you were amazing. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t use your relationship to his advantage.

“You’re on, fish lips.”

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Lol I had fun writing this; not really angst but a lil bit sad here and there

Anyway, thanks for requesting, and thanks for reading, I lived writing this even though I’m pretty sure it’s not very good. Bye! Have a great day!

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pineappleciders · 1 year

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Could we get headcanons for how would it be being Team Craig beloved adopted child? Like- idk- reader is this sweet kid who wants everyone to be happy and then Craig and Those guys are like- the protective parents while Clyde is reader's adorkable big brother 😱

craig and those guys adopting a sweet reader who acts like their kid/little sibling; platonic headcanons

includes: craig, clyde, tolkien, jimmy, and tweek

A/N: i know tweek technically isn't apart of catg, but since he often is in fanon i decided to add him!! people r always debating whether jimmy or tweek is in craigs gang but why not both!!!!!!

personally i see tweek as the butters of catg. like he's there sometimes but not all the time ykwim

whenever craig and tweek get into a dispute it's like watching your parents argue

despite you being the same age as tolkien, your parents often leave you with him as your babysitter (your parents love him to death) and you two always end up playing games and eating snacks

they're kind of. confused about you. like craig might treat you like butters at first but gets berated by the rest for it once they all realized ur actually cool and not stuck-up

jimmy ruffles your hair and treats you like you're his little sibling, and goes 'oooooo' and asks constant questions if you have a crush on someone

if you're shorter than tweek he leans on your shoulder or head, because he knows it pisses you off. then he giggles deviously about it

craig is kind of. always trying to get your evil side out. like he's completely convinced you're not 100% angel and he tries to annoy you to get you to get angry

u and clyde hang out a lot. like you're always at each other's houses, people at school started to actually think you two were related

lots of video game nights. you all come to someones house (usually tolkiens because he's loaded) and play video games on the couch and in his room all night long. also lots of sleepovers

i feel like when ur choosing teams for a sport or a game, some of them are begging for you on their team and some of them are begging that you aren't on their team

jimmy, tolkien, and clyde want u on their team. craig does not. he doesn't because he thinks u suck (he doesn't mean it, he just wants to be a dick. unless you actually do suck)

with tweek it depends. like he might agree with craig and he might not. it really depends on what the thing you're doing is

clyde leans on your shoulder when you two are standing in the halls with a smug look on his face (he wants to embarrass you)

tolkien (and sometimes jimmy) always help you with studying and homework. like they'll teach you the entire subject and make sure you're prepared for the test

jimmy cracks (un)funny jokes to embarrass you in front of your friends

they get all pissy if someones annoying you. craig in particular is not afraid to get physical if you're getting bullied or something. he'll never admit it though

tweek likes to annoy you, but he's also probably one of the more sentimental ones (next to tolkien and jimmy). like he'll be there for you emotionally and stuff, even though he isn't always the best with feelings

jimmy is very encouraging. like if you're down or anxious about something he'll listen intently and give you the most motivational pep talk you've ever heard. he cares a lot and shows it with quality time and just being there!!!

tolkien is very good at listening. he might not understand everything you're going through, but he tries very hard to hear you out and give advice. he also reassures you that he's always there for you

craig isn't the best at showing his own emotions in the first place, so he's kinda. panicky if you're sad. he's learned a lot from tweek though, and will listen closely and try to validate what you say.

clyde doesn't always understand, but he tries. he'll listen to you talk and gives shitty advice, and is generally kinda knuckle-headed. he genuinely cares though

craig tells you about his silly little interests, and like forces you to play with stripe. he also rants to you about space and shit and you always fall asleep to it

whenever everyone falls asleep in the living room while playing video games, you're the one left awake, and you can't help but feel immense happiness at how peaceful they look.

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dissociativepouter · 2 years

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FAMILY VIDEO. EDDIE MUNSON.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: soooo much fluff, eddie being an idiot in love at first sight, swearing, drug mention, slight sibling rivalry, maybe ooc eddie?? i tried my best leave me alone, made eddie a one-time senior because it's easier for my little pea brain to write, i hate reading the word 'y/n' in fics so i don't use it here

synopsis: your job at the local video store is dreadful, made slightly more tolerable by your coworkers, robin and steve, and sometimes a joint or two. but when none of the three are there to accompany you on your closing shift one evening, your only source of entertainment is the frizzy-haired, cigarette-smelling, admittedly-cute guy who walks in with a flyer for his band's gig on satuday, and who also happens to be the captain and founder of your brother's stupid dnd club.

a/n: i've never written anything specifically for the internet before soooo bear with me here. also! i originally posted this with reader as a wheeler, but after getting a few comments letting me know that making reader a wheeler/henderson/harrington etc, i would be excluding readers of color and making it difficult to self-insert in the story. so i made some edits and i really hope this is better!!!

you stood leaning against the counter, mindlessly dropping a slinky between your hands, phone tucked between your ear and shoulder.

“yes, ma’am, i understand. i know. but the goonies isn’t available right now, someone took it out.” you begrudgingly explained to the middle aged mom yelling at you over the phone. “i’m sorry, ma’am, you’ll have to wait. okay. okay, have a–”

the mom hung up, and you slammed the phone back onto the receiver. “fuckin’ psycho.” you mumbled, turning back to pay the rest of your attention to the multi-colored plastic slinky, pulling it apart and pushing it back together. you was about to lurch back onto your feet and turn the sign on the door to read ‘closed’ when you heard the godforsaken ring of the bell above said door, signaling that a customer was afoot.

fifteen minutes before closing.

you rolled your eyes and continued playing with the slinky, not making eye contact with whoever walked in while letting them know in your best (weakest) customer service voice, “we close in fifteen minutes, you’re not gonna find anything.”

“not looking for a movie.” assured a voice you hadn’t heard before. you turned your head to see the frizzy-haired, puppy-eyed, leather-jacket-adorned boy stalking up to the counter holding a crumpled paper. you inhaled a breath that you would unintentionally hold for the next few seconds. he seemed to stop or slow in his tracks when you looked at him. he was caught off guard. you didn’t blame him, you’d never met as far as you could remember. he was cute. in an arrogant, smartass, i-wanna-kiss-you-just-so-you-shut-the-fuck-up way.

“um… hi, there.” he greeted awkwardly, taken aback, as he leaned against the other side of the counter. the smell of stale pot and leather wafted your way. he smiled crookedly.

“...hi. can i help you?” you weren’t having any of it.

“yeah, i was wondering if i could get this on the thingy over there?” he handed you the paper across the counter as he nodded towards the general direction of the corkboard on the wall covered in advertisements, his rings clinking against the wood, still smiling. so smug. you put the slinky down and took the paper from his hand, breaking eye contact to skim the text.

“corroded coffin?” you questioned, half-judging him, raising an eyebrow.

“‘s my band.” he smiled a dopey smirk, twisting one of his rings with his finger.

“yeah, i see that.” you nodded, looking back at the paper, taking it with two hands now and leaning back against the counter, then looking back up at him. “i don’t know. you any good?”

“we’re… decent,” he scratched the back of his neck. you laughed. “you like metal?”

you shrugged. “a little.”

“yeah, well, not to brag, but we usually get a crowd of about four old drunk dudes.” he knocked a short beat on the counter, cheeks flushing. you laughed harder.

“impressive!” you joked.

“i know,” he added as he came down from laughing. “i’m try’na get people to come see us, but i don’t think they care that much.” he scrunched his face like he was delivering bad news.

“i can’t say i blame them.”

he clutched his chest dramatically. “how dare you?”

“not my fault!”

“yeah, yeah.” he shook his head, looking around the room for a moment before turning back to you.

“i’ve never seen you around here. you look familiar, though.” he furrowed his brows, scanning your face. you shrugged.

“i don’t go out that often.”

“is that right?” he tilted his head. something about him. he had this charisma, this charm that almost outweighed how so obviously lame he was. like he didn’t know how to flirt in any way whatsoever, but it… worked? “that sucks.” he pouted, bringing a piece of his curly, overgrown hair to his mouth to cover his smile.

you felt your cheeks warm up, looking down at the floor, catching a glimpse of his shirt in the process. hellfire club. that’s your brother’s nerd thing.

you nodded at the shirt. “hey, hellfire club. that’s the thing my brother’s in.”

“oh shit, who’s your brother?” his metaphorical puppy ears perked.

“chris.”

“oh my god, williams?” he smiled, eyes widening, pushing away from the counter by his hands then pulling back in. “you’re his sister?” disbelief twisted his expression.

you nodded, laughing again at his excitement. “yeah, unfortunately.” you could feel the sizzling feeling of frustration dissolve in your chest with every smile he gave.

he clapped before pointing frantically at you, his head lolling to the side, stepping back in realization. “that’s who you look like! i knew i’ve seen that face somewhere. wow, that’s crazy.” he mindlessly stalked a few feet from the counter then came back, resting his forearms back on the wood.

you giggled, shaking your head. “ew, no, i do not look like him.”

“oh, no, you definitely don’t.” he shook his head, smiling. “that kid could never.”

you chewed your cheek, your neck growing hotter. “what’s your name?”

“eddie. munson.” did he really just stutter over his own name?

you gave him your name.

“thought so.” he smiled, dropping his hand back onto the counter.

you kept eye contact for what felt like hours but what was only a few seconds before you broke the silence.

“so you go to hawkins, then?”

“yeah, unfortunately.” he repeated your words.

“senior?”

“yup.” he popped the p, nodding.

“same.”

“that’s weird. i’ve heard a lot about you, but i’ve never seen you.”

“oh? you’ve heard about me?” you tilted your head.

“yeah, the infamous williams sister. he likes to complain about you a lot.”

“of course he does.” you rolled your eyes at the anecdote.

“says you’ve been – his words, by the way, not mine – an ‘absolute heinous bitch’ since your weed dealer left town.” he pulled his mouth into a nervous, bracing expression, pulling his hair back towards his mouth.

“did he actually say that?”

he nodded.

“that fucker. i’m gonna kill him.”

“well, is it true?”

“what, that i’m a heinous bitch?” you raised an eyebrow.

“no!” he laughed. “you’re definitely a little scary, but no. that your dealer left?”

you laughed too, a funny sensation running down your spine at the knowledge that he found you scary.

“yeah, it’s true. why? do you know someone?”

“what makes you think i know someone?” he asked, mock-surprised.

“i know you know someone. because you reek of weed.”

he leaned his head close to his shoulder and inhaled. “shit.” he flushed, dropping his head onto the counter, embarrassed.

you giggled. “did i guess right?”

he smirked devilishly. “yeah, i do. i’ll give you his address if you want.”

you nodded, ripping a piece of paper from the notebook on the counter then grabbing a pen from the cup and handing both to him. “yes, please. i haven’t had a smoke in weeks, it’s been hell.”

“oh, poor you.” he spoke with his eyes to the paper, scribbling an address in almost incomprehensible writing. you rolled your eyes as he slid it back to you tauntingly, finally locking eyes again. those eyes. “go there tomorrow. 6 p.m.”

“got it.” you pushed the paper into your back pocket after reading his almost illegible handwriting. forest hills trailer park, third trailer on the left.

“i gotta say, i did not expect chris’ sister to be so…” he opened his palm in front of him and circled you in the air, looking specifically at your necklaces, your band t-shirt, your jacket. “the way you are.”

“‘the way i am?’ what the hell’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned in mock offense, unable to stifle your smile.

“just– i don’t know.” he dropped his hand back on the counter, giving up. “cool. or whatever.”

“cool or whatever.” you raised an eyebrow.

“shut up. you know what i mean.” he dropped his head back down, embarrassed again.

you laughed harder. “no, i don’t think i do.”

he looked up and scanned you again, then covered his face with his hands.

you chuckled, then looked at the clock. 4:58 pm.

“shit. i have to lock up now, we close in, like, two minutes.”

“oh,” he looked disappointed, not mocking this time. “okay.”

“i’ll put this up on the board for you, though?” you looked back at the ad for his concert once more. may 10th.

“yeah, thanks.” he turned away for the door before stopping in his tracks and turning again, snapping his fingers. “hey! do you need a ride home, actually?”

you chuckled at the obvious searching for any excuse to spend just a little bit more time together.

“nah, i’ve got my bike,” you pointed to the parking lot where your dark purple bike was resting on the rack.

he looked over to it, then chewed his cheek, nodding. “oh. alright. well, i’ll see you… i don’t know when i’ll see you, actually.” he ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up further, searching for something to do with his hands.

“how about i come to your show?” you tried to reassure him that he’d see you again, but it was mostly just reassuring yourself that you’d see him again.

“really?” his eyes brightened.

“yeah, why not?”

“okay. okay, i’ll practice extra hard, then.”

“you better, ‘cause i’m gonna leave early if you sound like shit.”

“challenge accepted.” he raised his eyebrows through his bangs, his rings clinking against the metal of the door handle.

“bye, munson.” you giggled. he’s so dumb, it’s adorable. you couldn’t remember what it was you were so upset about when he first walked in. “hey, by the way, you know the corkboards are public, right? you didn’t need to ask to put your paper on it.”

he flushed harder at the sound of his name in your mouth, turning around with his back to the door, looking you in the eyes one more time. “i know.”

and before you could even be shocked, he was already out the door, hollering, “say hi to chris for me!”

“wow.” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head and chuckling in disbelief as you watched him stalk over to his beat-up, dark red 1969 pontiac firebird.

this guy’s gonna be the death of you.

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eternalsawake · 2 years

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amnesia, arguments and..attraction? pt 1 - five hargreeves x reader

reader is gn, & five is physically 19 (as well as you)

november 22nd, 1963

the sun shined down upon the city of dallas, texas, a beautiful day for the land. the view you had of elm street almost felt surreal. your hand rested on your cheek and you lean onto the fence, taking in the peaceful scenery.

“can you pass me the gun?” a stoic aging voice interrupted your admiration of the view. 58-year-old five hargreeves was considered the best of the best at the commission. his clean, swift kills, diligence, and obedience to the commission put him on a pedestal in the organization. yet he couldn’t have done a good portion of it, without you. you two were an undefeated, dynamic duo who worked together like clogs in a machine. hell, you two even won a few awards at the annual commission awards ceremony. truth be told, you and five were close, closer than most. it was like a strange spark ignited your friendship with the man. from being close in age, to fighting together in perfect harmony, the organization was shocked you two weren’t even married.

it was pretty obvious you and five had..something going on. was it the casual brushes of hands when grabbing weapons? the more blatant stares at each other when believed the other wasn’t looking? or was it the oh-so-subtle lean in five did when you talked? the coral-tinted blush that swept over both of your faces when these little moments were nothing to brush over. but did he feel the same way? or was it unrequited love from your end?

you hand five the gun, waiting behind the fence for him to take the shot, yet he paused. he put down the sniper and grabbed some sort of journal. the journal was full of calculations beyond your comprehension. seemed like it was full of calculus, but you could make out one number, a 5.7 circled in dark blue ink.

“five what's all this? you planning on leaving me?” you joke, a small chuckle escaping your lips. “do you trust me?” he says, his green eyes meeting your own.

“of course i do, why do you ask?” you question. why would he ask such a thing? he’s been off for a few days, more in his own world than usual.

a blue, galvanic portal open in-front of the two of you. gusts of wind filled the air, almost sending the both of you backward. five’s hand outstretched to yours, motioning for you to take his hand. his viridescent eyes reeled you in, and without hesitation, you took it. the feeling of his calloused hand felt foreign, and at the same time, you never felt so at home. he led with his left foot, right foot, and you followed. the feeling of stepping through that energy source was unbearable like your cells were being ripped apart one by one and being put back together. you still had no idea what was going to happen, hell you didn’t even know where you two were going, yet you weren’t afraid.

april 2nd, 2019

the unidentifiable blue energy source shook the ground around the mourning hargreeves family. the electricity and wind surrounded the group.

“what is it?” viktor asked.

“don’t get too close!” allison interrupted, placing a hand on viktors' shoulder.

“yeah no SHIT.” diego quipped

“looks like some sort of temporal anomaly.” luther answered. he stood in front of his siblings, “either that or a miniature black hole. one of the two.”

“pretty big difference there paul bunyan!” diego joked as the portal's energy thundered and crackled louder.

“OUT OF THE WAY!” klaus yelled as they pushed through his siblings, carrying a fire extinguisher while they were at it. of course, klaus not knowing how to use the extinguisher, they throw it at the anomaly. “what is that gonna do?” allison questions. “I DON’T KNOW. DO YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA?” klaus replies worryingly and defeated. two figures begin to peak through the anomaly

“whoa whoa whoa everyone get behind me.” luther motions. the siblings follow through, except for diego. “yeah, get behind us.” he commands. “i vote for running, cmon!” klaus whines. electricity crackles as the figures emerge. it looks as if it’s two…teens? maybe young adults. the teens fall out of the portal, dropping 15 feet down. the thunder fades as the duo lays on the ground, groaning from the fall.

you push yourself up, wincing and hissing as you brush off your clothes that are..much more oversized than you can recall. you turn to your left, a boy, around the age of 19 maybe? he seems to have the same issue with oversized clothing. what confuses you the most is that you have never met this boy before, you don’t know where the hell you are, or who the hell are all these people. “does anyone else see little number five, or is that just me?” a voice says. it’s one of the group's voices. the boy looks down at his clothes, observing his oversized clothes.

“shit.”

“shit.” you both say in sync. the teen turns to you and takes a few steps forward. “who the hell are you?”

“i could ask you the same thing dick.” you retort.

“don’t give me that attitude.”

“i don’t know WHO you are but you somehow brought me here. now your ass is gonna get ME OUT,” you argue with the boy five.

“i don’t have to do shit for you. you got here all on your own." he jests. a voice interrupts, a tall, lean person pushes foward with a black fur coat and smeared eyeliner. "i dont mean to ruin this lovely little couples therapy sesh, but five..it is so good to see you." he leans in for a hug, but is pushed off by five. "klaus, i would rather shit in my own shoe and wear it than be in a relationship with this moronic asshat." he says aggresively while a smile is plastered on his pre pubescant face.

"fuck you." you jibe.

"oh? i wasn’t offering." five retorts, "watch your mouth."

"aren't you blowjob height?"

the blonde tipped hair and the spanish man with the scar stifle a laugh, trying to cover it up with a cough. "allergies, am i right diego?" the woman coughs. "oh yeah allison, i heard they are HORRIBLE this time of year." diego wheezes. they fake cough so much they ACTUALLY start coughing; horribly. you giggle with them. five storms off to the door, almost tripping on his oversized clothes. at that point, no one could contain their laughter. in fact you laugh so hard, you lose your balance and fall over. another laugh can be heard over the commotion. it’s the little dick himself.

"what an asswipe" you thought, but even you can't be mad. it was too funny.

the grand hargreeves estate was not far from being one of the most exquisite and beautiful homes you have ever visited. the dark walnut stained wood accents filled throughout the main floor of the establishment, giving the home a regal feel. “now, let’s get you two out of those things and into something..better.” the curly haired woman says. she turns to you, “my name is allison by the way.” you nod and tell allison your name. “OHH is that italian? french?” the bigger man says, telling you his name as well. “no one cares luther.” five says as he walks down the stairs toward the kitchen.

“shut your mouth.” you spit.

“or what?”

“i’ll make you.”

“aw, that’s cute.”

“bite me.”

“as much as i would love that, i’ll pass.” five nods with a shit eating grin.

“OKAY, i’ve got a couple things that might help you twos..interesting clothing situation.” the pale shorter man interjected. he drops two uniforms, seems like ones in your size. “thanks viktor.” five say. you give your thanks before grabbing the clothes and walking up the stairs. the rooms look like carbon copies of each other, and the majority of them look locked. you jiggle the handle of an unlabeled room. it unlocks and you swing the door open. the room most likely belonged to a young boy: a few race cars scattered across the floor, a rock em’ sock em’ robots poster, and an archery board. locking the door behind you, you plop the clothes onto the neat bed and begin stripping away at your large clothes.

“thanks again vik-.” a muffled boys voice piques your attention. it sounds like he’s right outside the door. the knob jiggles, but no sign of anyone coming in. you continue to throw the uniform top over your head, but a strange noise outside makes you pause. the same noise can be heard again, but this time, it sounded much closer. you pull the bottoms up quickly, but not quick enough.

“could you take any longer? i don’t have all day love.” the annoying pre mature voice rings in your ears once again. “can you.. oh i don’t know, piss OFF?” you bark, feeling slightly violated that he entered without permission. you examine the room once more, then look at five.

“this is your room, isn’t it?” you say with a defeated tone, “sorry.”

“don’t worry about it.” he responds, “just next time ask alright?” he walks with you out the door. you turn your body to reply, but the door is already shut.

“cunt.”

a/n: HELLOOO IM ALIVE and i hope u rly enjoy but i didn’t proofread IMSORYRY☹️

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mysticmellowlove · 1 year

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The Cruel Prince - Revelry

a/n; im not gonna lie and say this isn’t based on cardan greenbrair. swear to god you read one book and shit like this happens.

no I'm going back on it now, this is 100% about cardan. please someone give us more cardan content, I'm frothing at the mouth i tell you.

word count; 1594

warnings; asshole men, dom-ish reader, little slight bit of Jude/Reader, gaslight gatekeep girlboss, suggestive content, asshole reader, gn reader, pining obviously

It started with a revel, as nearly all things in Faerie start. The mood was high, there was wine being passed around like candy and small delicacies graced everyone's mouth. For people looking in it was the most magical sight to behold. The cries of blissed-out folk echoed around the hall, gems of all different colours glimmered like stars in the sky.

It was almost like a dream come true...

until I spotted the two non-folk's making their way to the dining table draped in rosemary and basil. An unsettled feeling rested in my stomach, wherever the two of them went trouble followed. I shook my head and tried to let my mind leave their presence but it wasn't quite working.

I was just like the rest of them, or at least I had been to those two. I was a folk, I was an asshole and I definitely didn't particularly care about them. That was until they reminded me of the birds at my parent's estate that would always get fed last as their legs were crippled.

Taryn and Jude were like those birds to me, weak and helpless and always last no matter what. So I decided one day to not glare at them so much, to not whisper under my breath or to entertain the Prince's circle when they tormented the girls.

"Y/n, it feels like it's been ages since we saw you." My head turned from my pondering towards the voice. In front of me, dressed in clothes as grand as the rest of us folk, were the two twins I was just thinking about.

If there was one thing about the two of them that was so suffocatingly unique it was the fact that they were twins, two nearly identical people.

"Having a good time?" I asked them, looking down at my chalice of wine, the green liquid stared right back as if asking me 'why are you still standoffish to them if you technically like them?'

"As good of a time as any." Jude, in her usual scowl, answered me as she took a bite of the green apple in her hands. I watched as the two of them passed the treat to the other, back and forth. At that moment it felt as if nothing could ever tear them apart. I hadn't had the chance to discover someone who made me feel the same way.

It made me a little jealous. Folk relationships were hardly ever like the love mortals had to give. A transaction was all that it was, hardly did anyone find someone who truly loved them. I would be no exception, especially as my family had their eyes set on the varying circles of the royal siblings. Doomed to be with someone viler, older or more dismissive. Such was life.

I heard the bird chatter coming from beside me, gossip that I likely had no interest in. Though I managed to shush them as the Prince and his friends drew closer.

The royal family was beloved, idolised and feared. Even so I knelt like everyone else and bowed my head in respect. In the background, I could hear the revelry continue onwards as they passed by.

Shined boots, encrusted gems, taut buckles.

"Hah, did you think you could blend in? So plain, baseless, a horrific sight really." I could also see what had to be Valerian's boots stopped in front of Jude. I just knew he was doing something unnecessary. Before much else could happen Jude's head was thrown and twisted to the side as my shoulder was roughly grabbed.

I jerked a little but came up without much hassle. Valerian's eyes bore into me as his face was spread with a grimace.

"And you, spending your time around such filth. Your parents wouldn't approve would they?" His words were harsh, his tone perhaps harsher but his tirade didn't last for much longer as Prince Cardan's voice cut through the tension between the two of us.

"Valarian, give in." We both looked over to him, myself taking in the glower that Prince Cardan had. His eyes seemed to put me under some sort of trance, one I pulled myself from quickly. Valarian dropped his hand from my shoulder and went to crowd behind him as the group continued to make their way through the other folk.

However, they stopped a few paces from us, right in front of a small moth boy who had not bowed to Cardan as he passed. I could see in frightening clarity as Cardan's jaw clenched, his hands as well. In a matter of moments, his fist was planted right in the middle of the boy's face. The much smaller boy went flying as Cardan's hand reached out once more.

My mouth pulled into a pained grimace as I watched Cardan tear the boy's wing in half, as if it were nothing but stray paper in the air. The boy ended up on the ground as Cardan's tense face briefly scanned the area around him. Our eyes met for a moment, his onyx ones to mine. They looked as if they were alight, the almost unnoticeable ring of gold around his pupil made it look as if they were.

Then he was gone, lost in the crowd of resuming partiers. I let out a breath of air, imagining that the boy's wings could've easily been mine if I had made a misstep. It was in the past though and if no one was going to comment on it more, which they wouldn't, then neither would I.

Jude's hand rested on the crook of my elbow, hesitantly but somehow strictly as if she was prepared for me to throw her off. I looked at her and noticed for the first time how soft her eyes looked under the light, was she worried or just unnerved?

"I think I'll get some air. You might not have to party too much but it's expected of me." And just like that a certain bitterness came over her. If this were any other situation maybe we might've gotten along better.

I left the two of them to their machinations as I waltzed and swung around the cluttered room. A few of my movements were shared with strangers as I gave in and let them wisp me into their dance ring but eventually I made it out into the clearer air.

The beginning chills of the night washed over me like a well-intentioned blanket, letting me breathe in something that wouldn't make me feel as if I were drifting in the skies. I let my eyes close as I tipped the last of my wine into my mouth, letting the tart taste sit on my tongue before I swallowed.

"Too much for you? I should've expected as much." My eyes opened belatedly as I realised who was in front of me. Cardan looked down, his face all sharp edges and darkened angles. I cocked my head in a small resemblance of a bow as I looked for somewhere to sit my chalice down.

"Not particularly my prince, I'm just making sure I can dance all night. As should be." I murmured, he hadn't particularly approached me often. He had no reason to. If he hated Jude and Taryn he only vaguely disliked me.

"Aren't you ever the boring one. Are you not ashamed that you're the weakest in our class besides those bumbling fools." There was a sneer on his face, though it did nothing to make me hate him any more. Cardan was... like poison. Bad for you but also somehow magnetic, just one sip would be enough to quell someone's thirst and yet they may as well be dead.

"It's not my intention." The conversation was going nowhere, in fact, I had no idea why he had even approached me at all. He was likely looking for a fight, to sink his fingers into someone weaker than him.

I tried to move past him, as long as I got back into the revelry I might be hidden from his nitpicking sight. However, he stopped me, grabbing my arms and drawing me right back to being in front of him. My hand feigned to drop the chalice but I managed to catch it just in time.

I was sure that confusion was spilled across my face now but it seemed to deter him no less. For a few moments we simply stood in the company of each other, his hands present and tight on my arms. I drew in a breath, my chest just barely brushing against his. As his eyes dipped down to rationalise the fleeting touch he had felt I brought my hand up to his cheek.

While he looked steely there was a softness to him. My fingers sunk into his skin deliciously, as if they were made to be there.

"I must excuse myself my prince. The night calls." I gave him a placating smile and tore myself from his grasp, finding my way into the fray of folk moving back and forth like a wave. For the rest of the night I was under the impression that I had left him behind.

Though as I left I could've sworn I had seen his feathered suit coat out of the corner of my eye.

#cardan greenbriar #cardan x reader #dom reader #the cruel prince #the folk of the air #drabble #gn reader

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sweetbillwriting · 2 months

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Love Just Happens

A New Chapter - Part 18

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, ageism, jealousy, mentions of cheating, mentions about miscarriage, talk about weight and looks.

They knew they worked well together. They knew they matched.

They also knew Bill was an overachiever. He always worked twice as hard as everyone else. Always restless, creative, and productive.

They stood in the bathroom and looked down at the test in Aurora’s hand. It happened as fast as the last time. Two lines stared them in the face. Aurora laid a hand over her mouth and giggled. Bill smirked and then laughed loudly. It was quite unbelievable that they had created something that would be a living being 40 weeks later, in just a couple of months.

"Well, this was a birthday gift.” He laughed again and then took Aurora in his arms, who giggled warmly and looked up at his handsomeness. They had talked about giving Isis a sibling closer in age but thought they would do it in maybe a year so they had time to give Isis alone time as a toddler but still didn’t wait too long so Bill wouldn't feel too old. Then life happened. Aurora wanted out of her contract and Bill had a Swedish project for the next year. It was just the right time. They couldn't be sure it would go as they wanted but the track record gave them hope and there they now stood with a positive pregnancy test.

“This is… Shit, baby, it's happening now,” said Aurora with a nervous smile while Bill leaned down behind her to press his cheek against hers with a hand on her belly. It felt natural having him patting her belly lovingly. It wasn't long ago Isis had lived in that one room apartment.

“You still want this?” Bill asked carefully.

Aurora turned so she could look at him and gave him a big smile.

“I don't want anything more.”

Bill smiled and kissed her.

“This will be your fifth kid. Can you handle it?” She asked with a giggle.

“Pff, of course I will! I've always wanted a big family.”

Aurora was on her way to comment on his confidence when Isis sounds were heard on the baby monitor.

“I think it's your turn, daddy,” she said cheekily and Bill gave her an amused smile that turned dark when he thought back to a time when she was young and innocent. Aurora bit her lip but then dragged her hand over her belly. Bill kissed her passionately before walking to Isis. She was everything he could ask for, the kids were the glitter of their perfect world.

×××

They would keep the pregnancy a secret as long as they could, they would especially not tell them the same day as they had found out. They still had a hard time believing it.

Bill's strict diet for his next role was a perfect excuse for Aurora to not celebrate his birthday with alcohol. Bill had such discipline he didn't even stop his diet over his birthday so no one thought it was strange she refused alcohol. They celebrated with most of his family, the ones who were in Sweden. It was low-key and after they were alone with his daughters.

“So when will you go away?” Asked his oldest daughter while they sat outside in the lounge furniture. Bill stretched out his long body with his hands behind his head.

“On Wednesday, early.”

It was time for his movie. He had worked out hard for the role, these last months with a new trainer. It had been good and he was in better form than he had been for a long time. His muscles were not as lean as they usually were, they were a bit pumped up and he could often see how Aurora looked at his arms with fascination. Neither of them knew he could look like that.

“How long will you be away? Her younger sister asked. They were used to their dad's traveling so they didn't react much to it. He was instead much more present when he was home, much more than many of their friends' dads.

“First three weeks, then home a week, then back for two weeks.”

“Will you and Isis be away the whole time?”

Aurora looked at Bill. She probably needed to at least visit the doctor once during that time, before the news the thought was that they would be in Scotland, where he would film, the whole time.

“We will see?” Said Bill then he smirked and pulled Aurora close to his side of the thought of the news. His kids didn't think much about it, because they were always a bit too clingy with each other.

“Yeah, we will see. I might get restless,” said Aurora but just looked at Bill with a secretive smile.

“What about your new record?” Asked his oldest to Aurora. She was seriously wondering because she had also noticed she didn't want to do it. Aurora looked at Bill once again. They had their reason now and she hoped she wouldn't need to go there in October. She just wanted to call them up and say she was pregnant and make them feel turned off by her. There was nothing in her contract that said she couldn't get pregnant and she also knew they didn't want her pregnant, especially when they still tried to make her look like a young girl. They would probably rather give another girl the chance then. Aurora was a mother now. A married woman but also confident enough to do her own thing.

“The plan is in autumn…” she just answered while Bill patted her waist but also let his long finger glide over her belly. He hadn't really understood yet that he probably would become a father of five next year. He was nervous Aurora would have a miscarriage again but kept that to himself. He didn't need to worry her and for now it seemed like she had enough of just taking in something that was growing in her again.

“I want Isis to be here, at home…” said his twelve year old daughter and both the grown ups laughed.

“We know!” Said her dad and leaned forward to give his daughter a forehead kiss.

×××

It wasn't often Aurora had been on the set of Bill's movies. Most often it just became complicated because she needed so much security, especially with Isadora on her hip but this time she was there. Bill was filming out in nowhere in Scotland nature and the crew was few. It was a smaller production, a smaller budget but still Bill had laid all his time to get the right physique for the role as an outdoorsman.

Aurora watched from the side with Isis sitting on a blanket on the ground. They sat so he couldn't really see them but they could see him. She looked at him proudly when he disappeared into the role. They were almost just men in the production but there was one bigger female character and Aurora saw her come up to set with another woman, probably a stylist. Bill's character’s love interest. She hadn't thought so much about who it was, it had happened before he had had women he would kiss and do intimate scenes with but she had chosen to not delve into it. She felt it was better to not know so much about it but now she had the girl standing so close to her. What struck her was that she was probably younger than herself. She had always been Bill's “young girlfriend” before, always been the youngest in their settings but the girl he would make out with was maybe five years younger than herself. Her long caramel waves were floating on her back, all too perfect to be a character being outside most of the time. They had dressed her in leggings and a sports bra with a deep cleavage showing the top of her full chest. Aurora looked down at their daughter and sighed. She knew this was her reality now. It didn't matter that she was 16 years younger than him, his co-actresses would often be twenty-five even if he was 47. But was she forced to have a d-cup? Aurora knew she was pretty, much more than that even but while looking at the actress wave at Bill excitedly so her tits bounced she couldn't stop thinking about how tired her own boobs would be after breastfeeding one more baby.

She continued to look towards the girl because Bill walked up to her after she waved. At the same time she held onto Isis who tried to stand up against her leg but didn't yet succeed to put both her feet in the ground. It was even harder for her when she saw her dad and made happy sounds to make him look at her.

Bill had no idea that Aurora and Isis could see him so well in that moment and for him it wouldn't really matter either. He had just gone up to a colleague he hadn't seen since the table reading.

“I thought it would be warmer here!” Said his co-actress Sheilo when they gave each other a friendly hug. Bill laughed and corrected his t-shirt. At home in Sweden he would have been sweating in a black tight t-shirt, here he was cold.

“I know, right? Are you coming from L.A.?”

The girl played with her hair and nodded.

“Yeah, yesterday so I've got my rest. You too?”

“No, I've been here five days now, I came two days early. From Sweden.”

He didn't mention that his wife and baby were there, it wasn't on purpose that he left it out, for him it just wasn't natural to talk about his private life like that. He wouldn't even have mentioned he had been flying from Sweden if the girl hadn't asked. They weren't friends, she was just a colleague who had the habit of hugging all of her co-stars. She did the same with the others. Bill didn't care about it either, some people were just that way.

“You have been working out so hard, I can tell!” Sheilo said and smirked at him, Bill smiled and made a face like he played embarrassed and it made her laugh.

Aurora moved Isis so she could sit in her lap and see her dad better. He still couldn't hear her, or he still didn't react to her sounds. He laughed with the young woman who continued to play with her hair. Aurora looked at them in interest. She didn't know if it was jealousy she felt because she knew Bill would never cheat but she felt fascinated by seeing him with a beautiful woman without her being next to him. She could feel her pulse go up when she saw how the woman looked at him. It looked like she looked at his arms and hands.

“What? No! Not even on your birthday? That's not healthy!” Sheilo said with a laugh when Bill told her he hadn't been drinking alcohol for several months. Bill laughed and was on his way to answer but got interrupted when he heard high pitched baby sounds. His baby’s sounds. He turned to the sounds and when he saw his wife, dressed in jeans, his hoodie and cap, sitting on a blanket with their 10 month old baby, he walked up to them without saying anything to Sheilo. She looked at first a bit surprised but walked away to some people when she saw Bill walk up to the popstar and the baby.

“Hey, are you hiding over here?” He said with a big smile and sat down by their side. He took Isis in his arms and pushed his mouth to the side of her neck so he could make a farting sound against her skin. She laughed but pushed him away in the same annoyed way her mother did when he was clingy. Aurora smiled at them but when they had calmed down she dragged her fingers over his biceps. He had laid down, on his elbows, so he looked down to the side where her fingers dragged over his sun kissed skin.

“What's her name? The actress? I know she was that professor’s daughter in that movie… But I don't remember her…” she said carefully but out of curiosity. Bill gave her a look because for a moment he felt worried.

“Sheilo Medley,” he said and looked at Isis playing with the book Aurora had thought they would read.

“Right…”

Bill laid down completely on the blanket and looked up at Aurora.

“She's young… I mean there must be like a 20 year age difference between you!” Joked Aurora halfheartedly and looked at Isis. She didn't want to look at Bill because she heard how it sounded, even if she didn't mean it that way. Isis was a good reason to not look at him but Bill could still hear her tone and feel how uncomfortable she was.

“Probably. Who cares? She's my co-star,” he said and sat up again. Aurora nodded and turned to him with a smile. It went too fast for him to see what kind of smile it was but he leaned in for a kiss anyway.

“What time does Erica come?” He asked while squishing a unicorn until it made a squeaky sound, it made Isis laugh so he did it again.

“Six. So we’ll stay until you're home. Are you sure you have energy for Isis after a whole day here?” She asked worriedly and patted him lightly on the cheek. Bill smiled and leaned into her hand so he could kiss her palm.

“Absolutely. She just sleeps anyway.”

Once again they kissed, two, three, four, five times, with Isis as an audience.

“Bill! It's time!” Shouted the director's assistant.

×××

Isis wore soft footie pajamas with yellow bunnies on while laying on her stomach in the playpen. She was finally sleeping. Bill should have been home in the apartment they rented two hours ago and Isis seemed to wait for him. When Aurora was sure Isis really was asleep she snuck out from the bedroom out to the living room where Erica sat with a glass of wine each for them. Aurora, who just wanted to bitch about Bill being late and Isis being grumpy and stubborn paused when she saw the glass.

“I'm sorry, I thought you had stopped breastfeeding, right?” Erica said when she saw Aurora's big eyes on the glass. Aurora sat down next to her slowly and then she gave her a look. First she was just tired and also disappointed she couldn't just calm her nerves with the wine but then she thought about what would happen in seven? Eight? Months later. She looked at her best friend and laid her hands on her belly in a showy way.

“No?!” Erica said excitedly, understanding at once. A few years ago she would have said that way too loud but now she also was a mother and learned to keep it down. Her son was with his father, they weren't together anymore so every other week she was alone.

“Yes! It's so, so new! No one knows, just the two of us and now you. It happened really fast and…”

“Fuck Bill, after that kid he must cut it off!”

“His dick?” Said Aurora without really thinking.

“I mean do a vasectomy! But yeah, yeah! One more baby! Wow! That's amazing!”

“Yeah they will be really close in age but… It was the right time.”

Erica nodded. She knew about all the problems with Aurora's label, so she could understand they had planned this well.

“Have you been to the doctor?" Erica asked carefully. She didn't want to make Aurora nervous.

“No… Not yet. We will have the week Bill is free from work. Then we go home, and yeah... We will do everything just as planned, as with Isis. You know Bill is great with all that.”

Erica smiled warmly and moved Aurora's wine glass closer to herself before taking a sip of her own.

“Bill is great. When he is with you,” she teased, and Aurora laughed. She also knew she brought out the best in him. Everyone always said that, but he also brought out the best in her.

“He is the best, so...” Aurora took a deep breath and looked down at her thighs. She wore just a pair of gray soft shorts.

“I don't know. I'm a hundred percent sure Bill would never cheat on me, but... There is this girl.”

Erica looked at her with worry while she talked. She couldn't really say what it was, but Aurora looked uncomfortable, like she didn't feel at home in her own skin.

“It's his co-star. And… I know he would never cheat, but when I saw her, my body reacted. A bit the same as if you would suddenly see a loose lion, you know?”

Aurora looked at her best friend, who nodded.

“Fear?”

It wasn't really the right word, so Aurora didn't say anything; she just thought about it for a while.

“Intimidation,” she said while looking out from the window, then she turned to Erica.

“And you trust Bill completely? I just want to ask so you don't lie to yourself. I remember those things Sonny told you when you would get together with Bill again. Erica tried to say it really carefully because she didn't want to create something, but she did want Aurora to see Bill completely, not for the man she wished he was. Erica calmed down at once because Aurora smiled at her and looked down at her wedding rings.

“It was just rumors. And even if it wasn't, he would never have done it to me!” She laughed a little and laid her hands on her cheeks. “It's just you I can say this to, Erica, but, fuck, if he had cheated on her, that would still be history. He was younger, fresh, hot, famous, and much richer than her. But cheat on me? No. no. I'm his queen, and my pussy is better than the finest weed!” She said with a playful bitchy attitude, and then they both laughed.

×××

He was four hours late. He often got late from set, believing that working hours as an actor would be stupid as hell, but that day he had told the director he needed to go in a reasonable time so Aurora could go out with Erica. Instead, time dragged out even more. He felt stiff and sore in every muscle, but he knew he would feel like this for a long time now because of the physical acting.

With some struggle, he took off his shoes, then crept into the living room, afraid to wake anyone up.

Aurora and Erica were still awake and were lying in a couch corner each, both of them looking up when he came into the room.

“Hey,” he said, giving them both a smile before walking up to Aurora.

“I'm sorry, it dragged out on time.” He leaned down to see if he could get a little peck, and Aurora gave it to him without hesitation.

“You worked for sixteen hours!” said Erica, looking at Bill with furrowed brows. “Don't they know you're getting old?” She teased, and Bill gave her a look.

“Always as friendly,” he said, then gave her a hug as a hello.

“Congratulations, by the way,” said Erica with a smirk, and she patted his shoulder while he sat down between them. He gave Aurora a fast look to see if Erica congratulated him for the reason he thought, and when she gave him a small smile, he let his face burst out in a big smile.

“So I'm not that old yet.”

“No, the frozen ones in the fridge seemed to have worked,” teased Aurora, and Bill pinched her side in playful irritation. She laughed and then crawled closer to him.

“It will be great, and awesome. And Isis is becoming a big sister,” he said to Erica, who smiled back. They were grown ups now, all of them, and the age difference between them and Bill felt much smaller. He even felt younger than her ex, and he was ten years younger than him. Aurora had found the right guy that night in Rome.

“So how is it on set?”

“It's actually awful!” He grunted and unbuttoned his jeans, which sat tighter now that he had worked out so much. Neither Aurora nor Erica reacted to it. They were comfortable with each other. “I've hung over a “cliff” almost the whole day. The harness cut into my groin, and it probably looks like I have diaper rashes like Isis.”

The girls laughed, and Aurora gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Take a shower then. I’ll meet you in bed and can powder your rashes after. I will help Erica fix the guest room.”

Bill smirked and stood up with some struggle because of that pain in his groin, and the girls laughed again at his animated pain.

“We’ll see each other tomorrow then, Erica,” he said, giving her shoulder a squeeze.

He groaned loudly in the shower. His groin was actually red from the harness, and it stung when the water ran down. He was happy he would start later the next day and maybe be a bit pampered by Aurora, even if he felt his nether regions were a no-go zone for the moment.

In bed, he looked at his phone and opened the new messages on the screen. He looked at Sheilo’s name, surprised, and read the short message.

I hope you can sleep even if you have rashes from hell. See you tomorrow!

He looked at the message for a moment and couldn't really come up with anything to answer. It was a strange message, and it made a red flag wave in front of his vision. He read the message again and shook his head to himself. It was really nothing.

Goodnight :)

It was a short, friendly answer but also a way of showing he wasn't interested in writing messages, he thought. It felt like a good middle way, but still, it started to feel like something was growing in his belly. Something that itches more than the rashes. He didn't know what to do with the feeling, so when Aurora came into the room, he pretended to sleep. He didn't know why he did it, and it didn't make him feel better at all. Especially not when he had his phone pushed against his chest the whole night instead of her warm body.

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ukranianacearo · 10 days

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Death won't do us apart

Gn!Reader

Word count: 1459

Tw: mentions of death, mention of enslavement

Pairing: Doom x Reader

Genre: hurt with comfort, maybe��

Tags: @futuristiclanddinosaur

Synopsis: Death tried to claim you from his grasp, but he won't let it be so simple. Even when it seems like you want nothing to do with him or his family.

Author's note: I swear I'm not allergic to fluff😔🤞 I just don't usually get ideas that don't include hurt or angst at some point 😭 Anyway, please enjoy this fanfic. Sorry for any mistakes this is not proofread and English isn't my first language.

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You never liked to work for Innocent zero nor his sons. It felt like going back to square 1, to the root of the problem, to the origins that you oh so desperately tried to run away from. But as a lachmagic that used familiar artifacts to steal others' magic and also as a "Disgraceful Mage" to the naked eye, you didn't have other options. Death was much more preferable, but who knows what'll happen to your body after that.

You'll be on the losing end anyway. Might as well save some dignity, if that's the case, and don't mind the blood you'll have to dirty your hands with.

You didn't like each and every one of Innocent zero's family, including that man himself, even if his oldest son was the same age as you were. Since the first day of your 'work' here, you did mostly dirt work, as expected. Killing, spying, manipulating, illegal research and more to count. Though, sometimes you did some side work, all of which were orders from the crazy family. Find and bring back Doom's sword, chain new victims for Famine to torture, buy ingredients for special pudding for Epidem, or bring more elves' blood for Delisaster. Working for them since you were 10, made you develop immunity to their crazy thoughts, not even Famine making you lose your mind. But, the one who you were wary the most was the eldest don, Doom. Ironic, isn't it? The most calm sibling of all of them makes you tiptoe around like a scared cat. Usually, he was calm and pretty nice compared to the rest of the family, but you knew that that happens only when he's calm. And it's not that he's easily irritated or something, growing up the eldest of all the siblings made him develop a lot of patience, you just didn't want to test your luck, any day.

Standing in the kitchen, making Pancakes, because Doom requested them, you found a little bit of peace for the day. If it weren't there brothers disturbing you, it was Cell War, and you swear there's no one more annoying person between the servants, than him. As of now, Cell War with Domina in Walkis academy, doing something that was none of your concern. Your peace didn't last long when while taking the last piece of pancakes off the pan, you felt Famine's presence approaching in your direction. You sighed, taking the apron off and putting the plate with pancakes on another table. Famine entered the room and you immediately bowed down your head.

...

Another day, another victim chained. You were about to leave the basement, but you heard Famine talking with Delisaster and Doom outside.

- "They're not your personal maid, Doom. It's no fun if only you get them around you." - Famine said, to which Doom didn't answer. You couldn't know for sure what they were talking about. Delisaster sighed at Doom's silence.

- "You can't have them all to yourself, brother. Remember, they're our servant too. And I'll like to keep it that way, they're very useful." - Delisaster answered Doom's silence. Then, he turned around and started going somewhere else. But before going too far, he added. - "They're just a servant and you should remember that. There's nothing more of them that could relate to us." - After saying that, Delisaster left completely. You decided it's time to get out. Imitating your usual walk you left the room, bowing your head to both Famine and Doom while standing next to the door that lead into the basement.

- "Greetings, Sir Doom. Sir Famine, the victim has been chained securely." - You greeted Doom and informed Famine. Famine immediately went to the basement and Doom just looked at you without saying a word. His stare was burning holes in the top of your head as you still bowed it. Soon, he left.

...

These giants specifically were too tough for 'normal' giants. They had magic flow through them, so you still could kill them. But life you take it's life you give; that was the rule of the spell. You also could deal damage to them enough for them to take time to recover, but that would mean coming back empty handed AND bruised badly. So, in the end, you decided to kill them all with one fatal blow. It will take your life with it, but you didn't mind. In fact, it would save you from this oppression. You weren't sure if you could call it exactly enslavement, since it wasn't as bad as the former enslavement you went through in your home land. With ache in your chest you casted the spell, your necklaces blowing, while the giants had stepped on the crosses on the ground, lining one after another.

...

- "Father, I ask you for a favor. Help me resuscitate them." - The room was silent after Doom said that. He had a little bottle in his hand that contained some of your blood. It was the blood he could recollect when he arrived where your battle with the giants occurred; it was the blood he'll use to resuscitate you.

- "They were indeed a good servant. But why should I go such a length for a mere servant? You better give a good reason for it." - Innocent zero answered his son with cold voice, not even looking at Doom. But, Doom was prepared for this. He prepared a good reason and explanation for your return.

- "Their specialty is too rare. If I remember correctly, they're the only one left alive with such family heirloom. They're a lack magic, but they make those arounthem magicless too, leaving almost any enemy helpless against them. Won't it be too much of a waste to let them be dead? Our enemy doesn't know anything about them and has no one that could compare to them." - Doom said in a confident yet calm voice. Innocent zero had to contemplate the thought in his head.

...

Bang. A loud bang have been heard by everyone. Innocent zero has been shot by someone right before he could give his speech to the people of the Magic Realm after Mash defeated Doom. No one knew what was happening and it was confusing. Everyone was looking between each other, trying to find someone who could explain this. The only one to know what was happening was Doom, but it didn't make anything less shocking. Soon, you appeared in front of Mash and his friends, the defeated divine visionaries and Doom. You had your iconic gun in one hand and a cold and calm look on your face. As you were only a few meters away from Mash, you stopped and put your free hand on your hip, while putting the weight of your body on one leg.

- "Why would you betray father..?" - Doom asked you and you looked at him confused.

- "I never betrayed him, because I never vowed to him. He decided by himself that I'm his servant and I enjoy bringing people to the high sky of delusion and then drop them into the ground of reality." - You answered amused at his reaction. It's not a betrayal if you never vowed to them. And even less of a betrayal it was in your situation. - "I really couldn't believe it was your idea to revive me. Such a silly idea is not appreciated. It's not cool that when I die, thinking I'm finally free, you go and revive me just like that." - After you finished talking the silence was consuming in the room. While the people outside celebrated the victory, the people in that room were half dead trying to solve this confusing string of timeline.

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- "Wondering what they'll do with his body? Cell war."

- "You keep coming when it's time for me to feed the cows, seriously? And well, I don't know. But I heard sir Doom was upset. Probably because of how you rejected him when saying those cruel words after his defeat against Mash."

- "He might as well be upset because his father is fucking dead and I'm the killer, Cell War. I'm thinking they'll extract Innocent zero's knowledge and them destroy the body for better."

- "Don't think so."

- "About what?"

- "Sir Doom's reaction."

- "Why?"

- "... You seriously didn't notice? Even the look in his eyes tells a deep story about his love for you."

- "I think you're going crazy. But even if we entertain such an idea, I'm not into Master x Servant trope you know. Wouldn't want to become that trope."

- "Whatever, just help me feed the cows."

- "Okay."

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This is it 😔 I wrote one down, now I have two Mash x reader fanfics to write and another Doom x Reader🫡 The grind begins now lol anyway thanks for reading and bye bye!🌸 <3

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live-laugh-love-the-archivists · 5 months

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INFORMATION

(Groups, pairs, and individuals, terms used in a group and to describe individuals, pairs, and groups. Terms are used to describe usual and unusual behaviors and actions )

Groups, pairs, and individuals

also can be related to pods, groups have 5 or more of their species that travel together for a period of time (or, in some cases for until there long lifespan comes to a end or sudden death. More on this in rules and situations)

Pairs, also known as cherrys (idk i just love calling them) are 2 of the species that travel together (or, in some cases for until natural death or sudden death)

Individuals or singles are one individual of the species that travel alone until sudden death or there time comes

Groups

Groups usually have 5 to 12 that travel together and, in some rare cases, less or more.

In each group, there is a leader (ex. One who makes finally decisions and out rules above the others). These leaders are called eldest, due to the eldest always being the oldest of the group. If there are two of the same age, it will be voted by the 'sibling' on who is fit more for the title. The eldest makes extra rules along with their species rules that keep the group in order, either for the better or worse.

The 'siblings' are the rest of the group, using either 'code names/nicknames' between the group or simple don't.

Siblings are aloud to branch away from the eldest at any time to either start their own groups, pairs, or be a individual, though this can cause problems in the group and make it unstable for the rest to adapt to due to the extra responsibility and new order.

If the eldest had passed from natural causes or sudden death, the next in line would take over as the eldest. The next in line is also determined by age and experience, or another vote.

The eldest takes responsibility for the siblings' actions if they are under the age of maturity. Once the 'sibling' or 'siblings' are grown. The eldest then only has its regular responsibility to maintain peace and order between the 'siblings'.

Some eldest use this to their advantage and change the rules to discomfort or evil intention, in which this is the only time the 'siblings' can potentially vote to kick the eldest out, though that only works if the majority is willing to get ride of the eldest. The 'siblings' can not kick an eldest if it is not in reason. The 'siblings' or 'sibling' can be punished for this by higher beings by falsely causing trouble in their group.

Groups are in specific areas depending on the areas' cosmic advantages to the groups (depending on what the group does for their lives, ex. Work, casual 'family' like, etc.)

There are two different terms used for the distance between groups

Cosmic scattering (first picture): when the groups are scattered across a large Cosmic area, keeping their own areas from overlaping each other. This reduces any potential fights, snatching (more on this in terms) or even wars depending on how many alliances a group has (more on alliances in rules). This is because of how far they are spread apart, making it so most of the time the groups don't even notice the others' presence. There's species that is generally not territorial, but in some situations where something has happened to cause such things, some will get territorial

Cosmic cluttering (second picture): when groups are cluttered closer to each other in a smaller cosmic area. This makes it so it's almost impossible not to notice the presence of another group (s). And is likely to cause conflicts between them

(Example)

Pairs and individuals

Pairs do not have the eldest and share the responsibilities of each other. They are the most stable out of groups, pairs, and individuals but are also at more risk of snatching, attacks, and sudden death due to less protection in numbers and power.

Pairs are more known to use nicknames due to how close they usual are

They are most commonly 'siblings' from groups that had departed ways and left with each other to become a pair. Or were wanderers and found eachother. they are also more likely to snatching (individuals coming in first)

Pairs can be described as cosmic scattering and cosmic cluttering as well just like groups.

Pairs can join groups, split up just like any other category.

Pairs and individuals share afew things in common. They both are less complicated, more likely to be scattered because of how often they move

Individuals are most likely for snatching and are usually the most unstable depending on their characteristics and background. Individuals are their own leaders.

These individuals are the most common to experience a parental urge. (Which is the main cause of snatching), as well as insanity

Individuals and wanderers are similar with only a few differences.

Individuals can be a eldest that has no 'siblings', outcasted 'siblings' or eldest, an eldest that had abbandoned there groups, one of the pairs that had broke off, a 'sibling' that broke off a group or are educated and alone.

Unusual to be romantic

COMMON TERMS

Wanderer: a closed off individual who does not want a group or pair. They tend to be the most unstable or stable in some cases, depending on their background and characteristics

Individuals: are more open to being in a group or pair, and some even seek it out depending on their background and characteristics

Pair/cherrys: two of the species that travel together

Group: a group of their species that travel together

Bundle: a small group 5-7

Fullhouse group: 7-12

Large group: 12-20

Cluttered group: 20+

System: multiple groups of various sizes working with each other or have an alliance

Snatching: forcefully or willingly taking a sibling or one of the pairs. with or without (if there in a group or pair) the other (s) agreeing or knowing

Cherrys: a nickname for a pair

The dark: there, then, gone

BEHAVIOR

Usual

What most of their species has in common is no need for sleep

Non romantic and asexual (all are asexual and all can not produce this way)

Movement when ever the dark is near

Despite their differences in personality and looks, all of their species look like you're looking through them almost, like a camouflage you can just barely see.

Communication no matter if there is an individual or not. Preferring not to talk is also normal for some

Unusual

Needing some sort of sleep or rest once a blue moon. This could be a sign of early death or something that went wrong during there 'birth'

Romantic feelings

Oblivious to the dark until it arrives and they are no more

No abilities to talk. This is a sign that something went wrong during 'birth', a curse or the effects of being too close to the dark.

Can change their physical appearance at will

#the owl house #toh #information #information sheet #toh au #the archivists the owl house #toh the archivists #the collector #the collector owl house #toh the collector #au

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cornfields-td-nonsense · 2 months

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Hand it. hand the eve family over. hand it over

alright. meet the Sǒmun-Córdoba unit!

here’s Eve’s parents, Mi-Cha Sǒmun and Juán Felipe Córdoba. the high school sweethearts who almost never were. they liked each other back then, but Juán was even more of an awkward nerd than he is now, and Mi-Cha was one of the popular girls, so her friends were all “nah, he’s below you, don’t bother with him”. so they both pined from a distance until high school ended and they went their separate ways. by chance (totally not because they were keeping tabs on each other’s social media, both too nervous to reach out), they met up again at a party during college. They reconnected, fell back in love, and the rest is history. they are Actual Good Parents, which is rare for the Nautilus cast, and are generally adorable.

and lucky you, I recently made a lineup of all of Eve’s siblings, so here they are:

Eve, as I’ve mentioned before, is the second youngest out of this bunch. Diego’s an utter menace, and has hit that age where he’s convinced he’s a Big Boy Now and no he does not want hugs and kisses from Mama that’s for babies. yes he’s all grown up and wants to be treated as such. he can do everything all by himself because he’s such a big boy. shut up. (Also he’s broken the neighbour’s windows with that baseball bat multiple times. So, so many times.)

Dae-Hyun and Felipe are kind of an opposites duo, in terms of personality and what they value. Dae-Hyun dropped out of college, has no plans for further education, and has a part-time gig working at a diner, and doesn’t really care to do much more than that. He’s a party dude at heart, rocking his way through high school while barely studying and getting just about passing grades. He doesn’t party as much as he used to, but still goes to the odd rager. Never throws them, though - he’s rarely left home alone, usually needing to babysit Diego (even if Diego insists he doesn’t need it and can be trusted on his own. He can’t.) And Dae isn’t going to throw a party at his house when his baby brother’s there, he’s not THAT irresponsible.

Felipe, on the other hand, is a law student (and hates it). He mostly went to law school because he didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life and it seemed like a safe bet. Biggest mistake of his life.He’s elbows-deep in work, constantly stressed, will go multiple days without seeing sunlight, and is generally an anxious wreck. But he’s not about to drop out of law school. No, not after all these years of getting on Dae-Hyun’s ass about ‘wasting his potential’ by not being in college. That would just make Felipe look like a total hypocrite! He’d much rather keep studying something he hates, to earn a qualification he’s lost interest in, to get a career that he doesn’t want! That way his pride gets to stay fully intact.

Hana’s doing a lot better than her trainwreck of a first little brother. She’s graduated art school, works as a freelance graphic designer, and recently moved into her own apartment with a roommate, and the two of them seem very happy living out their own personal “and they were roommates!” story. But Hana still comes round to visit whenever she can - she loves her family, and hey, even fully functioning adults need help from their parents sometimes. She’s the sibling Eve has the closest relationship with, and the person she confides in with things she doesn’t want to bring up to her parents.

Wow. Yeah, as you can probably tell, me and CR have been brainrotting pretty hard about these guys. We love making overly developed background characters that will barely if ever show up in the actual season lol

#total drama #total drama nautilus #tdn eve #my art

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ask-hazels-ocs · 2 months

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💛 INTRODUCTION POST

Hey, we’re back with this blog again! 🎉

I decided to redo this blog entirely because I honestly really did not like how the last one went. It wasn’t anything bad with the asks or the people who participated. I actually really loved answering the asks and I’m a little sad I didn’t answer everything in my inbox before I abandoned this. It was mostly because of how much my characters have changed since the start of this blog. I’ve made a lot of changes to their lore and designs, which the old version of this blog did not follow, so we’re starting over fresh!

And if you’re new, hello! I’m Hazel! My main blog is @heyzeil and this side blog is my excuse to make content about my Cookie Run OCs. ✨

TLDR; Redoing the blog cause it was inaccurate to my original characters <3

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💛 RULES [PLEASE READ!!]

- You may send as many asks as you wish! (Just don’t spam.) If you want a specific character to respond please state that in your ask.

- Both silly and serious asks are welcome! Ask anything you want, just don’t be weird please. Anon asks are also welcome!

-The mod for this blog is a minor, so NSFW asks are a BIG no-no, even if it is a joke. I will delete the ask and block on sight if you try anything.

- You may give the characters objects and show them things, as long as it’s appropriate.

-The way the characters react to asks does not reflect my feelings about the questions. If the characters react negatively to your ask, that’s because that’s how I think they would react, NOT because I didn’t like the question.

- I have the right to delete asks that make me uncomfortable or don’t know how to answer. Please don’t take it personally if that happens to your ask.

- any non-ask-answering posts on this blog will be tagged as #hazel’s interruptions

-DNI: pro///////shippers, anti LGBTQ+, anti trans, ableists, etc. ‼️‼️

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💛 CHARACTERS YOU CAN ASK

💛 The original version of this blog only had my Parfeadia OCs, but I’m expanding the roster a little bit!

Crinkle Cookie (She/Her)

Age: 25

Short Description: A spunky and friendly chemistry teacher at the Parfeadia Institute who loves to run experiments. She’s deemed an outcast to the rest of the Institute staff, though she doesn’t seem to mind. She’s originally from the Dark Cacao Kingdom.

Sugar Paper Cookie (They/Them)

Age: 7

Short Description: A shy child who has a talent in creating origami animals and sometimes visits the Parfeadia Institute. They are selectively mute and only talk to Crinkle Cookie.

Lemon Zest Cookie (She/Her)

Age: 37

Short Description: A patrol officer for Parfeadia’s law enforcement. She hates reckless behavior and is usually in a sour mood. She’s Confetti Cookie’s older sister.

Confetti Cookie (He/Him)

Age: 24

Short Description: An extroverted, fun-loving college student in the Cookie Kingdom. He lives in a shared apartment with his romantic partner, Fondant Cookie. He’s Lemon Zest’s younger brother.

Fondant Cookie (He/They)

Age: 26

Short Description: A pastry chef who owns and runs a cake shop in the Cookie Kingdom. He’s down-to-earth and very hardworking. They live in an apartment with their boyfriend, Confetti Cookie.

Moringa Leaf Cookie (He/Him)

Age: 38

Short Description: A kind and humble medic in the Hollyberry Kingdom. Though recently he has been acting more isolated and on-edge than usual. He’s Rose Checker Cookie’s best friend from childhood.

Rose Checker Cookie (They/Them)

Age: 34

Short Description: Currently deceased. They were a member of the noble Checkerboard Family in the Hollyberry Kingdom and had a special interest in exotic plants. They were Moringa Leaf Cookie’s best friend and Choco Checker Cookie’s younger sibling. They can’t interact with any living characters, though you may still ask their ghost questions.

Choco Checker Cookie (She/Her)

Age: 38

Short Description: Head of the noble Checkerboard Family in the Hollyberry Kingdom. She’s a loan shark who has a special skill in manipulation. She has to be the one in control at all times, and she’ll do anything to keep herself in control. She’s Rose Checker Cookie’s older sister.

Belladonna Cookie (She/Her)

Age: 40

Short Description: A popular movie star and singer in the Hollyberry Kingdom. She has a secret alter-ego known as “The Deadly Nightshade,” who is a wanted criminal assassin who poisons their targets with nightshade berries. She’s seen as mysterious and cynical, though most believe it’s part of her celebrity act.

Rose Water Cookie (She/Her)

Age: 17

Short Description: A quiet and reserved girl who is the heir to the Checkerboard Family. Her family is very protective and shelter her from most of the outside world. She harbors a secret romantic relationship with her personal maid, Bosc Pear Cookie.

Bosc Pear Cookie (She/Her)

Age: 17

Short Description: A young maid hired to attend to Rose Water Cookie. She’s strong-willed and dedicated to her job. When she isn’t attending to her maid duties, she enjoys painting huge public murals. She harbors a secret romantic relationship with Rose Water Cookie.

Withered Asphodel Cookie (He/They/It)

Age: Immortal

Short Description: Overseer of the Realm of The Dead. Their job is to guide dead souls to the afterlife. It prefers to only interact with dead souls. Naturally gentle and kindhearted.

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Thank you if you decide to send an ask! I’ll try to answer when I can, though I cannot guarantee constant frequent posts. I am a person with a life to live, so I’m going to get busy, but I will try my best. This blog is all for fun and I hope it’ll be enjoyable for all parties involved!

Alrighty, thanks for reading and following the rules! Hope you enjoy the blog! ❤️

#hazel’s oc askblog #ask hazel’s ocs introduction post #read the rules ^^^

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altairtalisman · 5 months

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Nina's Bio

"No matter what, I'll protect my sister."

More details on Nina is under the cut

Name: Nina Dolmatova

Age: 802

Height: 175 cm

Birthday: 5 Tierna 1220 (Da'asja)

Orientation: Cisgender Lesbian Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Species: Chronoven (formerly human)

Title: The Fourth Hour

Country of Birth: Zarov

Likes: Alcohol (especially vodka), meat stew, jam sandwiches, tattoos

Dislikes: Anything related/involving fire, extremely salty dishes

Hobbies: Gymnastics, stargazing, chess

Personality: Friendly and charming, she has no issue befriending someone she had just met. Underneath her extroverted nature is a cautious individual who takes care to not step on anyone's toes and tries to not get herself too attached to others. This is to hide an overprotective side towards those she cares about as she's aware how extreme her methods are when protecting others

Style: Wears clothes reminiscent of circus performers, gravitates towards black and red colour schemes and isn't afraid to show off her tattoos. Also usually wears a belt with a glittering red cloth attached to its right, said cloth covers majority of the leg

Abilities: Able to freely cross between Ratein and the Astral Realm without the need of dimension gates. Is able to use cosmic magic, stop time, view events happening in the past, present and future, as well as cause anything that her weapon comes in contact with to 'dissociate' from existence (apart from chronovens, The Caretaker and The Artiste)

Like the rest of the Hourly Twelve, Nina is also able to open portals that allow her to travel anywhere. Also able to reverse time, but only once and at the cost of her life. Being a chronoven, she's only able to die either by her lifespan naturally running out, or by time reversal

Ironically, she's able to engulf herself herself in a cosmic fire that instantly burns anything it touches into a crisp (apart from chronovens, The Caretaker and The Artiste, they merely feel an excruciatingly painful burning sensation). Naturally, she doesn't use this often even though it doesn't hurt her at all

Separate from her chronoven abilities, she also has a natural resistance to any form of hypnosis/sleep/healing magic as well as all anaesthesics

Background: The youngest of the Dolmatova siblings, Nina grew up extremely attached to her siblings as a result of being constantly spoilt by them. As she and Nikolina were the only females amongst her siblings, Nina was especially close to her and could be found together usually

Her life changed when her sister approached a dying vampire shortly after their move to Višoleka and got bitten, turning her into a vampire herself. As vampires were feared in the country, the Dolmatovas had to flee and hide Nikolina to the best of their abilities. Due to Nina’s young age, she was often kept hidden with her sister out of worries that the Višolekans would attempt to harm the young girl

When she grew older, she was allowed out of the house on the condition that she didn't wander too far. Some time in 1235, she strayed from her house and explored some abandoned ruins, stumbling across a meteorite necklace that caught her fancy and wore it back home. She was soon scolded by her family, citing that it wasn't safe for Nina to be far from home especially since due to puberty, she was starting to gain unwanted attention from men

Nina listened to her family's concerns and didn't venture too far from her house. At 22, a man kept trying to make advances on her but she always turned him down, hiding the fact that she had zero interest in men due to the sentiments towards LGBT+ then. Nina also suspected that the man was more interested in Nikolina than her, and shared her worries with her sister

Nikolina assured her that she was careful in keeping her status as a vampire a secret and that she barely left her room, it was unlikely that the man was out for her blood. Still, she warned Nina to be careful as this implied that she had gained an obsessed admirer, something which Nina heeded

When she was 23, her house was suddenly lit ablaze with everyone but Nikolina in it. Alarmed, she tried to leave the room she was in but was unfortunately locked in. She then heard the man on the other side of the door, who explained to her that he was disappointed to learn that Nina, someone he had considered perfect, to hide a vampire in her house. He continued to explain that the entire village started a fire within the village grounds, with the intent to burn the Dolmatovas alive for harbouring Nikolina, who they would soon hunt

As the fire trapped Nina, she slumped against the wall furthest from the blaze, getting into a crouching position as she tried her best to shield herself from the fire. She cried as she heard the screams of her family mixed with calls to hunt Nikolina down, and wished desperately to go back to the time before her sister was turned

Her necklace suddenly glowed, seemingly acceding to her wish. Nina screamed as a burning sensation raged throughout her body, frantically patting her body as she tried to put out what she thought was the fire consuming her. She didn't realise that the right side of her skirt was starting to fragmentalise, but cried in pain as her left eye was inflicted with burning pain that she wished not to ever experience

In her pain, she failed to realise that she had broken up and reformed in a galaxy. After an eternity, the pain subsided and was approached by a humanoid resembling a cluster of colours and stars. Nina soon learnt that the humanoid was Mashe of the Second Hour, a former human who had became a chronoven

Before Mashe could explain what chronovens were and their abilities, Nina asked if she was dead, with the former replying that they were both closer to deities than dead. Nina then asked Mashe if she could go back to Višoleka, with the latter affirming that she could do so and opened a portal for Nina. She left through the portal and watched as the villagers searched for Nikolina, which relieved her as it meant that her sister was still safe

She then saw the man nearby, unaware of Nina's presence. Enraged over the deaths of her family, she grabbed a broken scythe and pulled him closer to her body. Nina then mockingly whispered sweet nothings in his ear, kicking him forward and breaking his fall by grabbing onto his hair. She then placed the scythe's blade directly under where his neck would fall on, mere centimeters away from him. The terrified man begged to let him live, and explained that it was an unanimous decision made by the village to kill all Dolmatovas

Nina, seemingly forgiving him, started to pull the man up. She then suddenly let go of him and stomped down hard on his head, successfully decapitating him. Mashe, who had been watching the entire time, chimed in to add that Nina's scythe had the ability to 'dissociate' whatever it touched from existence. The latter remarked that the scythe's design was highly impractical to be used as a weapon, with Mashe shrugging off Nina's comment with the explanation that they were akin to deities, and common sense barely applied to them at that point

Ma Li soon appeared beside Mashe, encouraging Nina to get a party going by painting the village in their blood. Mashe agreed far too happily for Nina's liking, which made her realise that the two chronovens weren't likely to have their sanity intact. Solidifying her resolve to not end up like them, especially Ma Li, Nina made her way to where the rest of the villagers were, armed with a bloodied scythe and a promise to protect Nikolina no matter what...

True Form:

#Hallowed Hotel #Nina Dolmatova #tw eyestrain #tw burns #tw death mention #Altair draws

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(Chloe Bennet) [THE DETACHED]. Please welcome [MARLANA ZHAO (SHE/HER)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [29]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [ASSISTANT EDITOR AT HUNTSVILLE DAILY]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

BASICS

NAME: marlana ingrid zhao

BIRTH DATE + AGE: april 16, 1994 – 00:00

GENDER: female

PRONOUNS: she/her

ORIENTATION: heterosexual biromantic ?

OCCUPATION: assistant editor at huntsville daily

BIRTHPLACE: new york city

FAMILY: gisela zhao née schneider - mother (alive??), zhao haoyu - father (alive??), luca zhao - older brother (presumed dead)

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: chloe bennet

EYE COLOR: dark brown

HAIR: naturally medium brown. frequently dyed. currently dark brown.

HEIGHT: 5′6″

TATTOOS: a bluebird (lower back, a drunken dare) sun and moon tattoo on left wrist (x).

SCARS/BIRTH MARKS: jagged line diagonally across her right forearm (from barbed wire fence)

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC: aries sun, gemini moon, sagittarius rising

MBTI: estp, the entrepreneur.

ENNEAGRAM: 7w8, the realist. sexual/self preservation subtype

ALIGNMENT: chaotic good/neutral

TEMPERAMENT: choleric

ARCHETYPE: the detached / the defiant

ELEMENT: fire

ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS: april ludgate, megara from hercules, flynn rider, ron swanson, lois lane, han solo, georgia miller (according to mbti/enneagram still need to watch lmao)

AESTHETIC: crumpled newspapers, crimson, muffled laughter, ash- or ink- covered hands, rebellion, ruined dreams, the desire to stargaze on the roof, old history books, messy handwriting, irritatingly smug smiles, denim jackets, vodka, tight black dresses, broken champagne glasses, holding you an arm’s length away.

BIOGRAPHY TW: death, mention of skiing accident (not the gwyneth paltrow one)

born in new york city, youngest of two children, daughter of a software developer and a history professor.

hates her name, always introduces herself as lana.

always wanted to be an investigative journalist (a perfect outlet for someone with a penchant for never minding her own business)

an extrovert, but her friendships seemed to follow her since birth. her family was incredibly close to the Vargas and XXX families and she formed a tight knit circle with their children, especially Nina and Dante. she’d never felt the need for more friends.

despite an intense sibling rivalry, was very close to her brother Luca.

got accepted into Columbia for Journalism. spent six years there due to being forced to take a semester off from a skiing accident and having a year long internship.

planned a week long ‘spring break’ trip in key west, florida to celebrate finally graduating and landing a position at the new york times. the caravan ended up being her, her best friends nina and dante, her boyfriend, her brother luca, and luca’s best friend.

after a particularly long night of drinks and fight over something so trivial she barely remembers, a drunken lana broke up with her boyfriend. god, what a horrible start to spring break. it was fine. she’d sleep it off and they’d either make up or she could avoid him the rest of the trip. except... the trip never ended, as they never made it to florida, instead detouring into huntsville, west virginia.

she tried every single day for a year to find a way to leave or communicate with the outside world. didn’t take it seriously at first, avoided any sort of relationship with anyone because ‘we’ll be back to our normal lives soon’ unless interrogating them on if they knew anything.

after a year, luca (her brother who had agreed to be a hunter) never returned from his trip. that was the first time her resolve started to shatter.

for two years, lana lived in some sort of haze. maybe this wasn’t real, some sort of hallucination. what if she’d been in a coma from her skiing accident and never woke up? any absurd excuse to not accept her life falling apart, she was even more brash and impulsive than usual, only her best friends and now-roommates dante and nina grounding her. except... then they watched soulless monsters destroy dante with their own eyes.

since then (2 years ago), lana has somewhat accepted that her life is ruined and she’s stuck in this living nightmare for the rest of time, and it’s all her fault. since she never wanted to make new friends before, she’s not been any better now. quite chatty and curious, but makes no effort to get close to anyone.

works at the local newspaper as some sort of sick joke to herself. she was qualified, after all.

top 5 theme songs:

make it up as i go - mike shinoda, k.flay i keep on running backwards. i keep on losing faith. i thought i had the answers. i thought i knew the way. my brother said be patient. i don't know what i'm chasing. i don't know who i am. waking in the dead of night, i can't sleep. sleeping in the light of day for like weeks, reality was out of focus, i could be hopeless. instead i gritted my teeth.

we won’t - jaymes young, phoebe ryan don't go to war for me. i'm not the one that you want me to be. -- are we just gonna stay like this forever? floating, i'm serious, my heart is furious. -- don't waste your time convincing me that maybe someday we'll get it right.

when you break - bear’s den spoiled, selfish little child went out to play out in the wild. i found you shaking like a leaf underneath your family tree. you could never live out in the open, regretting every word you've spoken. when you break, it's too late for you to fall apart, and the blame that you claim is all your own fault.

crossroads - timeflies you ever just go through the motions? it's like i'm stuck in a game, thinking it'll be different, then it just come up the same. man how the hell did i get here? not like i knew the way. just take me back to the start again, just one more time on the stage.

long story short - taylor swift fatefully, i tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me. -- i was in the alley, surrounded on all sides. the knife cuts both ways. if the shoe fits, walk in it 'til your high heels break. -- and i fell from the pedestal, right down the rabbit hole. long story short, it was a bad time.

Her Pinterest board is here.

Her Spotify playlist is here.

FAMILIAL:

N/A (unless there’s a future way her brother could have survived in the woods for 4 years LMAO)

PLATONIC:

ROOMMATES - { 1 / 1 } - nina vargas A BROKEN TRIO - { 1 / 1 } - nina vargas - the one person marlana remains close to of the remaining survivors of their road trip and trio of best friends. only person she lets herself be vulnerable with.

FRENEMIES - { 3 / 3 } - clara jones, morgan vovk, jace sinclair - marlana is generally snarky to everyone, but especially to these few. the bad part ?? she actually misses days when they aren’t around to tease. not that she would admit that.

BAD INFLUENCEE - { 1 / ? } - calloway de la luna - marlana is far from ‘innocent’/’lawful good’, someone that she has no qualms about corrupting, perhaps even finds a small joy in dragging them to the bar or approving of what people would normally consider bad decisions.

GOOD INFLUENCE - { 1 / 2 } - mylene karimi - someone who has never given up on trying to befriend marlana. sort of a friendly “opposites attract” vibe in that they are more optimistic/sunshine-y/sillier than her in a way she begrudgingly finds she wants to be around.

ACQUAINTANCES - { 1 / ? } - conrad greene - maybe they frequent the bar together, are always at the diner for lunch at the same time and ended up sharing a table, etc. she often frequents the daily grind, bucky’s diner, the sasquatch, and the library.

CO-WORKERS - { 3 / 4 } - evora kaplan, prudence wheaton, parker russo - other people who work at huntsville daily - is probably generally friendly to them and likes them more than other people in town unless plotted otherwise

NEIGHBORS - { 4 / idk 6? } - tari park, avery cowling, rusty craven, genesis boone - people who live next door to her and nina TRAINING PARTNERS - { 1 / 1 } - morgan vovk - someone she went to for help learning to fight / defend herself after losing dante two years ago .

PROTECTIVE - { 1 / 1 } - parker russo - someone younger than her that she has sort of accidentally adopted and is very protective over. 25 or younger.

ANTAGONISTIC:

FORMER FRIENDLIES - { 0 / ? } - people who were warm and welcoming to her in the first year or so who did not receive the same treatment in return and eventually gave up on befriending her.

ENEMIES - { 1 / 3 } - zoë clark - a lawful good who can’t stand her chaotic good/neutral nature, someone who just can’t stand her snarky attitude, maybe she hates them simply bc they have a sunny disposition and don’t despise living in huntsville

ALWAYS AVOIDANT - { 1 / 3 } - • after losing her brother she decided to go after him in case he was alive and snuck out while nina was asleep to “monster hunt”, unsure if she had much intent to return without him. she nearly died and has a nice scar on her arm from getting caught on a barbed wire fence trying to escape one, but someone saved her and dragged her back to town. she generally avoids them and pretends it didn’t happen bc not good at saying thank you or acknowledging vulnerability. - eddie romero

• one of the people on the road trip was her brother luca’s best friend. in their old lives, she didn’t like him for some mundane and probably immature reason: he wasn’t from her tight knit families or he and luca tried to do things without her as kids, etc. since luca’s death 4 years ago, she’s generally cut him off, worried he’ll blame her for being stuck in huntsville (she didn’t even want him on the trip!!!) or for luca and bc he reminds her of the past. must be a “visitor” who arrived around 5 years ago on their road trip. lived in nyc anywhere from just for a master’s/new job for a few years up to his entire life. age: probably early 30s? • dante’s twin brother - dante was her other best friend who was killed 2 years ago - his twin has been looking for him for over 5 years since dante and his friends never returned from their trip - lana would avoid him, not wanting to dwell on the past long enough to explain what happened - must be a “visitor” who just arrived. lived in nyc at least for his childhood. age: around 30

ROMANTIC:

* ✨ i do not plot out ships so none of these are meant to lead to an actual “romantic” ship unless it does on accident from chemistry! ✨

ACCIDENTS HAPPEN - { 3 / 3 } - fletcher cole, cyan canne, riley saunders - people who are maybe antagonistic-leaning as a connection that she’s accidentally had a one night stand with due to poor impulse control. male/nonbinary.

“THIS WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN” - { 1 / 1 } - duck romero - same as above except definitely antagonistic connection + she keeps reminding him that this will “absolutely never happen again” and would deny having any connection with him if anyone asked. inspo: (x) (x) “WE CAN BE CASUAL” - { 0 / 1 } - they’re both attracted to each other, and get along quite well, but whatever this is at least originated after a drunken/sleep-deprived conversation abt how they have no interest in a romantic future with anyone. maybe seem kind of romantic to others. 0-3 years. inspo: (x) (x) (x)

UNREQUITED - { 0 / 1 } - whether they’ve not actually indicated this interest/did and were turned down and are still trying or agreed to be friends, he has a romantic interest in marlana, which is rather difficult since she... pretends she doesn’t have feelings. anything from acquaintances to fwbs. probably deserves better than her. inspo: (x) (x)

EX-BOYFRIEND - { 0 / 1 } - they dated anywhere from 6 months - 5 years and his feelings can be anywhere from was cheating on her/using her for family connections to was abt to propose, sky’s the limit. she broke up with him the night before they got stuck in huntsville (probably a silly drunken fight or general panic over starting a new life chapter) and even if one or both of them would have wanted to make up, they never got the chance. it’s been over 5 years now so it could be a he despises her for dumping and then trapping him here, exes w jealousy, a will they won’t they where they always back out last minute, he wants her back when he rly shouldn’t, only she has unresolved feelings, he just wants to be friends again, etc etc! must be a “visitor” who arrived around 5 years ago on their road trip. lived in nyc anywhere from just for a master’s/new job for a few years up to his entire life. age: probably early 30s? inspo: (x) (x)

OTHER - feel free to hit me up with any other ideas you have as well ! please feel free to mix or match any of these from any category !

#huntsvilleintro #marlana zhao ♞♞ ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ɪ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʀ ᴠɪᴇᴡ #sibling death tw

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