#and then it's funny to hear my aunt here be like oh why do you have so much stuff!! im like. girl. i've lived here for 5+ years with no

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SydCarmy Meets The Family <3

>>> The thought of Carmy being introduced to Sydney’s tons of Nigerian Aunties and Uncles is very humorous to me.

“And Here he is! I brought you my boyfriend, Carmen finally. So everyone leave me alone about it.” Sydney starts, once she has hugged everyone.

The ‘Please go easy on my white man’ is silent but they nod. Raising up to shake his hand and her littlest clingy cousin who greets her, stares him down like he’s an alien.

He sticks out like a blonde haired blue eyed sore thumb, but once he’s been greeted and given a general threatening message via all her uncles (in tight jeans and sandals, which lightens the threats) he is told to put down the things they brought in the kitchen.

“Nice firm handshake.” He hears an uncle comment as he leaves and he is elated. It’s small but it’s approval!

Once in the kitchen, the auntie’s crowd to greet him with hugs and get distracted seeing him for the first time, squeezing his muscles and touching his hair.

“Eh… nwa ocha ya di short mana sara mbara…”

“Ma o nwere big muscles!

“No! Yana min kyau! Cute!”

Carmy: “Uh, do… do they like me?”

Sydney: “Oh, they love you. They’re plotting to steal you away from me.”

“Big nose too!”

Carmy: “well… okay, that was English.”

Little cousin, David, walks up to Carmen as he chops vegetables. Pulling a little stool over and standing at his side, wordlessly. He stares first at Carmen himself then the vegetables the white man cuts so effortlessly. Little sticky fingers rise and reach for the knife and Carmen just laughs as he attempts to pry it from much larger stronger hands.

“Can I see?” David asks, confused on why his big cousins boyfriends thinks he’s so funny.

“Unfortunately, this is a knife. Too heavy and sharp for you to use.”

David is heavily offended that he is being underestimated. “I can chop! I chop for Mama everyday!”

“David!” He heard said Mama begins to scold him, “You raise your voice at guests?” David begins to tear up.

“Not at all, Auntie.” Carmen inserts, David cut off from his whine. “He’s just asking if he can help me cut vegetables. I didn’t know he had experience.”

David’s mother melts immediately and confirms that yes, David does chop carrots and garlic for her. “Oh, He’s very smart! Knows how to hold it and everything!”

So Carmen lets David help him ‘chop chop’ keeping a steady hand in his as the little boy is taught new techniques and tricks.

By day’s end, he is smitten with his new weird looking older cousin and makes it plain by crying when it’s time to part. Sydney is so proud that she lets him parade around as the new favorite cousin.

>> And Sydney meeting a couple other “less-than-woke” Berzattos? Older Italian people setting eyes on their introverted little nephew’s girlfriend?

“Che bellezza!” A drunk uncle of his screams almost immediately before Carmen can get her name out.

“Gambe piuttosto lunghe… You guys will have such cute babies!”

“Oh, mixed babies are the cutest!” Donna throws in.

“Ma…” Carmy warns.

“Oh, you’re so WOKE, Carmen. Chill out! She’s givin’ her a compliment!” His Uncle says before turning back to the game.

“Ya mother’s right, Carmen! See, my sista has the cutest little grandchildren! Remember little Joey, Carmen? He went and found himself a black girl too!”

Carmy: “Okay, Aunt Glo, thank you. Can we move o-“

“And they have just beautiful little caramel children! And their hair! Ugh! Ricci e belli!”

Sydney is just nodding and trying not to laugh at how mortified Carmy is. He looks over to her in apology, but none of these comments are particularly too inappropriate and they mean well.

“But she’s skinny…”

“Skin and bones! Let’s feed her then, come with me, sweetheart!”

Sydney: “O-oh, uh…” but her hand is captured and she’s being led into the kitchen to be fed by hand.

She tosses a help look to Carmy and he shrugs with a small smile.

“Hopefully this’ll make your hips wider… The Berzattos have large heads when they’re babies, unfortunately.”

Carmy: “Ma! Cut the baby talk!”

Fin.

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[kaciidubs]

A Pun-y Thanksgiving

❣ Summary: A random thought about Chan and terrible Thanksgiving puns. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 739 ❣ Warnings: Fluff, corny puns [2], slice of life, discussions of family, implied Black! Reader [but neutral overall], Chan gets emotional over being loved ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Christopher, Channie, and Baby, lightly edited, that plate of food was not mine but it's close enough ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

"I'll give you more than thanks tonight."

"Baby, please."

"A turkey isn't the only thing I'd like to stuff."

"Christopher, walk away from me."

"What?! You can't tell me that wasn't funny!"

"I can," you hummed, looking over your shoulder to see him leaning against the kitchen island with a cheesy grin, "and I will - that was not funny!"

"So why are you smiling?" He goaded, dimple pressing into his cheek as his grin grew.

An astonished laugh fell from your lips, though you couldn't reign in the smile that stuck to your face, "Because you're corny!"

"Or, because you did find it funny!"

"Oh my god." Turning back to the pot of boiling elbow noodles, you stirred away some of the foam, "You're gonna drive me insane before my own family does."

A pair of arms snaked their way around your waist, Chris tugging you slightly against his chest as he pressed the side of his face against yours. "You know you love me."

"I do, but if you say anything related to 'gravy', I'm leaving you here and telling my grandmother you couldn't make it to dinner."

He dramatically gasped, shaking his body with yours, "You wouldn't! I think I'll actually die without her yams this year, and Christmas is way too far away to have them again!"

You laughed, turning off the stove and grabbing the oven mitts that were on standby, "You're so whipped for her cooking - I'm surprised you haven't figured out she makes extra just for you."

"She does?" His hold on you slipped as you picked up the pot of macaroni, stepping back to let you pour it into the strainer waiting in the sink. "Since when?"

"Our second Thanksgiving together when I had to make a to-go container full of them alone, and she asked if I was making you a plate and I had to tell her that, that was your plate." You placed the empty pot back on the stove, "And I still think it's unfair because I'm her grandchild! I asked her so many times to make me a separate batch, I'd even buy her the stuff! But no, she wouldn't do it for me but anything goes for her grandson Chris!"

In the midst of your teasing rant, you hadn't noticed the silence from your boyfriend behind you until you had started the sauce mixture for the macaroni and cheese, urging you to turn around to look at him suspiciously.

"Chris?"

He gazed at you with soft eyes, an almost delicate pout set on his lips as a fine blush turned his ears red. "She likes me that much?"

Family had always been a huge factor for him, and the desire of having your entire family love him the way they loved you was something he had strived for since the first time they met. So, it was no surprise that hearing that your grandmother would go out of her way for him and his admiration for her cooking made his heart swell.

"Aw, Channie," you cooed, turning the stove to low before making quick steps over to him, your hands cupping his slightly puffed cheeks from rest. "She absolutely loves you - my whole family does! My aunts ask about you whenever they call, my younger cousins always ask to see you, and even though my uncles joke about putting you in a shallow ditch if you break my heart - they can see how much you care about me and they honestly look forward to having you around."

Guiding his head down, you placed a quick kiss on his lips, giggling when he followed you away to steal another.

"My family loves you, my extended family loves you, and you already know I love you."

His pout melted into a smile, one you embarrassingly missed for the few moments it was gone, "Even with my corny jokes?"

You rolled your eyes but nodded in agreement, "Even with your corny jokes. Now, help me finish the mac and cheese and we can start getting ready - I'm sure if we stay here longer we're gonna be the last ones to get a plate, and I'll be damned if I let my cousin get to the corn pudding first."

Slinking your way our of his arms, you took to stirring the sauce mixture before speaking over your shoulder;

"Then when we get home, I'll show you what else I'm thankful for."

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[outsidersandlostboys]

Sorry everyone I got busy,

Anyways let the chaos reign of these attractive vampire bois! (Part 6) Thank you again for your support!

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David: man I’m stressed

Y/n: oh maybe have a nap or…

David: *eats a cigarette*

Y/n: that…

David: I feel better already

-

Marko: *hanging upside down* I wish I could hug y/n rn…

Y/n: I’m down here you bastard

Marko: it’s almost like I could still hear their voice

Y/n: Fine, no hugs for you, you wannabe sticky hand

Marko: RUDE

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David: I found an old liquor cabinet

Dwayne: and?

David: It’s empty

Dwayne: why are you drunk then?

David: oh I never said it was empty when I found it, but I sure left it that way

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Paul: what’s it called when you drink a lot but then realized you’ve drunk a lot, so you just drink more to finish the bottle?

Marko: alcohol saving?

Y/n: not wasting while being wasted?

Dwayne: Alcoholism. That is Alcoholism.

-

(Not really a incorrect quote but ye)

Dwayne: Father of the Year

Max: Not Father of the Year

David: Wine Mom

Paul: Weed Uncle

Marko: Fruity Tootie Uncle

Y/n: Overwhelmed Child

Star: Crystal Aunt

Laddie: Unproblematic Child

Michael: The normal one

-

Y/n: I would like everyone to know that my stomach hurts but I’m being very brave about it

The boys: *clapping*

-

Y/n: guess how I fell for a girl on the boardwalk guys

Paul: Boobs?

Marko: Ass?

Dwayne: Thighs and personality?

David: All of those things?

Y/n: Wrong! She tripped me…

Star: god dammit Y/n

-

Y/n: *showing affection to David*

David: what is this horrendous thing

Y/n: Affection.

David: Disgusting. Do it more.

-

Star: Y’know, you shouldn’t trust Y/n to teach Max modern slang

Paul: why not?

Star: He just referred to him feeding on someone as a “slay moment”

Marko: that makes me trust Y/n more

Max: period.

-

Max: I’m proud of you Y/n, have a star sticker

Y/n: my fatherly issues just kicked in and I now have the reflex to cry

Max: holy shit-

-

*Y/n arguing with Dwayne*

Y/n: BITE ME MOTHERFUCKER

Dwayne: ok

Y/n: WAIT NO

Dwayne: C’mere Y/n

Y/n: DAVID HELP HE’S ACTUALLY GONNA BITE ME

David: without me?

Y/n: WELL SCREW YOU TOO

-

David: I just smoked a whole two packs in a row

Y/n: you okay dude?

David: I cough spicily

-

That’s all I could come up with rn. Sorry this took forever, I’m not very funny so I be trying to find funny stuff to match the boys.

I got caught up in life things.

Thank you for your support on these ♥️

I appreciate it :)

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Switched Sides Chapter 4 - Lloyd Hansen Series

Character: Lloyd Hansen x former Hitman!FemaleReader

Summary: Y/N L/N quit her job as a hitman to take care of her nephew after her stepbrother died. It’s been a year since she became a good aunt to her nephews, and she wants to keep it that way. But her quiet life got disturbed when her former boss asked for her help.

Warning: Nothing.

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“No.” Y/N quickly answered. 

“Eh~ why not?” Lloyd asked with a whining voice. 

“If you live here, do you want to explain to the kids why they came home with blood on their head, broken leg, or losing a finger?”

She had that thought before, to continue her job as a hitman when she became an aunt, but consider the danger, and any day would be her last day. She can’t risk that. 

“I already risked my family's safety when I let you into my house.” 

“Wow.”

“What?”

“Don't you realise this is our first argument as a couple?”

“We're not…” 

“I know, I know, I'm just teasing you. Don't get mad. Let's get back to sleep.” Lloyd stroked her back multiple times. 

He doesn't want to make her angry anymore, or she will move from his arms. It's already a miracle she didn't push him away. Lloyd was half honest when he asked about moving in. If Y/N says yes, that would be great, but it is also fine if she says no. 

The next day, Lloyd woke up with an empty bed. When he looked at the clock, he was surprised it showed 9 a.m. He slept the whole night. Then he saw folded clothes beside him.

It turned out Y/N had prepared it. 

He wore the clothes and walked to the kitchen. The image he saw is Y/N cooking breakfast, and the kids are sitting at the dining table. Then she said, “Come here, or the omelette will get cold.”

Is this what having a normal family looks like? It's not bad.

Lloyd sits on the chair and greets the kids, “Morning, Mark and Kendall.” He gently patted Kendall’s head. 

Mark, while munching his food, he kept looking at Lloyd.

“My daddy used to wear that; you could keep it.”

“Oh, thank you.” Lloyd's fork cut the food in front of him. But then a hash brown being dropped to his plates. When he looked up, he realised the food came from Kendall. The little kid is smiling at him.

“He likes you,” Y/N said while enjoying her coffee. Kendall did the same with her after he became comfortable with her. Nobody knows that she shed a tear that day. 

“Kendall couldn’t speak properly yet, so he will show affection through giving.”

Lloyd felt a lump in his throat. This little kid just shared what he had with a hitman like him. Everyone says he’s a heartless and sociopathic man, but with litter gesture like this made his cold heart melt for a second.

He ate the hash brown, and look at Kendall “I will get the best doctor to treat you, kiddo.”

******

After the four of them had breakfast and showered, Lloyd got a message on his phone when he was sitting on the couch while Kendall rested on his chest.

“Y/N, I'm going to need your help again.”

“What is it now?” Y/N, playing Monopoly with Mark, closes his ears with her hands. She hopes he won’t hear their conversation. 

“I will meet a weapon dealer, but I need a translator. My dear Y/N, you are fluent in Italian."

“I don't like where this is going.”

“Could you please be my plus one? If you help me, Hmmm… let me think about it.”

He was silent at the second, wondering what he could give her. Then he thought, “I will change your minivan to BMW.”

Y/N shook her head. "No, the maintenance and taxes are expensive."

She would say yes if he had given her that offer one year ago. But now, after becoming an aunt, she needs to count all the expenses, and her priority is her nephew. Besides, the car her brother left is still in good condition.

“Oh, I didn't expect that answer. I have another offer that will benefit you.” 

“What?”

“I will catch your stalker.”

“Huh?” 

Lloyd slowly moved his body to sit down while holding Kendall. “Don't you know someone has been following you for a couple of months?”

Y/N has a strong instinct because of her training and skills as a hitman. She will sense if there's another killer near her. 

But what Lloyd said about someone stalking her? 

"That person may not be in the same business as us. That's why I don't feel threatened." 

“Ooh pumpkin, parenting is hard for you and makes your excellent skills rusty. Don't worry. I will get him for you.” 

Lloyd finds out where she lives, and he knows someone is stalking her. So she will leave him with that job. “Promise me you won't kill that stalker. I want to hear the reason why.” 

“Fine.” 

“But we have a problem.”

“Who's going to take care of the kids?” 

“Bruno will watch them.”

“Me?”

Y/N and Bruno asked at the same time. It turned out Lloyd had called Bruno. 

“Him?”

“Yeah. He's good with kids.” 

“Me disguised as a kindergarten teacher on one mission doesn't make me a kid expert.”

They once got a month-long mission at the private school to catch a criminal. She became an elementary school, and Bruno became a kindergarten teacher. He seemed to have a big impact; kids cried when he said goodbye. 

“Two Richard Mille watches. Limited editions.”

“Deal.” 

Y/N move closer to Lloyd’s phone. “Make sure they don't eat peanuts; the last time they can eat chocolate is 4 p.m.; if you let them eat past 4 pm, they will get hyperactive. You don't want that, right Bruno?”

"No."

“They could watch cartoons. If they can't sleep, just play a video of Bob Ross. His voice always works to make them fall asleep.” 

“Easy cake.”

“Wow, pretty Aunty.”  

“Pwinsess.” 

Damn, these kids made the first move. Lloyd clicked his tongue; when they were done giving a kiss to their aunt, it was time for him.

“You look beautiful.” 

Right now, three of them see Y/N wearing a dress. This would be Mark and Kendall's first time seeing their aunt stylishly like this. While Lloyd, who'd seen her wearing all kinds of clothes, still made him speechless.

“Thanks.” She didn't rebuke what he said. It's been a while for her to wear a beautiful dress and make-up.  After becoming the aunt, she only wears comfortable clothes. But now, she looks like the old Y/N. Confident, sexy, and dangerous. 

Sometimes she wondered how Lloyd could get a nice dress this fast. 

*****

They arrived at the expensive restaurant. After Lloyd told the name to the waiter, he brought them to a private room. She saw a man with a suit, big rings on his fingers, and leather shoes there. She could read him as flamboyant and narcissistic from how he dressed. This will be a difficult negotiation. 

“Glad you’re not late, signore Hansen.”

Y/N pinched Lloyd's arm and whispered, “You said he can’t speak English.”

There it is, a smirked smile on his face again. This is his plan from the beginning. He just wanted to be alone with her, but she kept saying no. “Perhaps, he’s been taking lessons.”

The weapon dealer's name is Luca. He flicked the shortened cigarette butt onto the ashtray and stared straight at Lloyd. “You see, signore, my boss doesn’t agree with the number you offered.”

Lloyd put off the cigarette to the ashtray he barely smoked. “What a coincidence, my boss also hates the number you gave.”

“I expected we couldn’t make an agreement today. So this is my last gift to you.” He grabs the knife steak and taps his champagne glass. With the clinking sound, many people appear from the door. Luca turned out to bring a bodyguard with him. 

They are outnumbered, but their skill is nothing compared to Lloyd and Y/N's level. 

Y/N kick their table aside to create a defensive barrier; she grabs a knife from her thigh holster.

Y/N and Lloyd work together to beat the bodyguard at the peaceful restaurant. Loyd always likes Y/N's skill with knives. His eyes admire her fight while he delivers a fist to his opponent. The way she threw the blade knives was so fast that they couldn’t be seen properly, and she would accurately hit her target.

“I know you missed this,” Lloyd shouts, directed to Y/N from his position. From his eyes, he could see her eyes with glee, and Y/N was enjoying it. 

The man who had beaten Lloyd groaned and pulled a gun out of his jacket. But Lloyd acted quicker; he grabbed his gun and pulled the trigger. 

It didn’t take long for both of them to deal with the bodyguards. Lloyd tidied up his dishevelled clothes and grabbed a white cloth to wipe the blood off Y/N's hands. They act like nothing happened while Luca sits trembling near the kicked table, looking at Lloyd and Y/N with trembling eyes. 

Lloyd grabbed a Y/N knife that stuck on a bodyguard's chest. He squatted in front of Luca and stabbed the knife on the table behind Luca; his ears almost got cut. 

“Send this to your boss. Accept the price we offered, or he doesn’t see another sunrise.” Lloyd kicked the man’s head, which made him pass out. 

*******

As they going back, silence filled the inside of the car. None of them opened their mouth. It was Lloyd the first to break the silence. 

“You can’t go home like this.”

Y/N eyes were fixed on the road, glanced at him. Lloyd, driving briefly, looked at her from head to toe. After she followed his gaze, she understood that dry blood spattered on her clothes, and she couldn’t get rid of the blood from her fists. She went out of control tonight. 

He’s right. If Mark and Kendall saw her like this, they would be scared. “You’re right.” 

“Let’s go to my place. I still have your clothes.” Lloyd tapped the steering wheel. 

“Fine, I’ll was my hands, change my clothes and go home.”

Suddenly, the speed of the car increased. He sped on it so roughly that her body leaned backwards, startling Y/N. 

****

Lloyd brings her to one of his hidden apartments. Y/N removed her make and took a quick shower. Washing her hand with hand soap, and her hair is a mess.

After she felt refreshed, she went out of the bathroom and heard to the wardrobe.  She was shocked by the outfits. It’s all silk satin dress and pyjamas. Where the heck is her old hoodie and training pants?

“Lloyd!!!” She screamed his name and slammed the wardrobe door. Suddenly behind the door, the man appeared with a smug smile.

Lloyd stood in front of Y/N. He stretched out his arms on both sides of her and touched the back of the wardrobe, and Y/N was completely trapped in his arms. 

Y/N raised her head and stared blankly at him. His blues have always been her favourite colour. 

She reached out her hand and slowly stroked his face. 

Lloyd twisted his mouth into a smile. He bumped their forehead together.

Y/N placed her hand on the nape of his neck. “You're right; I miss this.” 

The moment Y/N said that Lloyd pulled her body close to him. They passionately exchanged. He carried her onto his bed. A long moan escaped from her mouth. The longing that had been held up exploded, and without hesitation, they lunged at each other.

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#329

“I know your name is Landon and that’s it.  Well, Landon, before we make that beer run and get back to the party, I need to stop by my warehouse.  Trust me no one will miss us for this extra time.  I got to ask, who are you and how did you end up at my girlfriend’s party?...

“Oh she’s your step aunt.  Wait a minute, you’re Reggie’s son?...  Sorry, stepson.  How old are you?...  Nineteen.  So is that why you are not drinking, hunh?...  Yeah, Reggie would go ballistic if you did….  Based on your reaction to him and your insistence of using ‘stepson’ over ‘son’ and even the goofier sounding ‘step aunt,’ I take it you want to distance yourself from Reggie, by letting everyone know that you are not related to him…. 

“Don’t worry kid.  I fucking can’t stand him.  What a pompous asshole, tries to control everything.  I can almost guarantee that he doesn’t like you either.  His going on and on about politics was driving me crazy.  I had to get out.  This beer run seemed like a good idea, even though there’s still tons of beer.

“This my warehouse.  It’s funny the two making the run are the two that are sober.  Yeah, I haven’t had a drink in over eleven years.  I was not a good guy.  I used to beat the shit out of faggots and bitches when I fucked them.  I had to stop.  Now I only beat the fags when they ask for it…. 

“Yeah.  I fuck fags.  Why do you think I brought you along on a beer run that didn’t need to be made?  I’ve been watching you at the party.  Every time I adjusted my junk in my sweatpants your eyes were riveted.  Kid, you can wind up in some rather nasty situations by doing that to the wrong man.

“So, if you want my dick in your cunt follow me in.  But kid, know this, I’m just like your stepdad, I’m a controlling asshole when it comes to feeding fags to my dick.  I’m gonna give you one minute to make up your…  Well!  I couldn’t even finish my sentence and you were racing to the door….

“It’s Sunday, and we are the only ones in here.  Get the fuck naked.  I want to see the fagmeat I get to play with.

“Holy shit.  That’s one small pecker.  It’s a good thing that we both will be ignoring it.  Turn around and show me your cunt.  Oh you’ve been fucked.  Who’s been cornholing you?  Figured you would go down to the river to cruise.  I used to go there to fuck those fags all those years ago.

“You know what the difference between then and now?  I would fuck them dry.  You, if you don’t want it dry then get your mouth to work to put some spit all over it.  Yeah.  Work that fag mouth.

“You are loving this.  A little bit more.  This is not about giving me head as it is putting spit on my dick….  Ok that’s enough.  Bend over that desk.  Spread your legs, and arch your back.  Yeah you know how this needs to be done.  Whore.  You fucking whore.

“Ready?  If not, don’t care.  Oh shit!  Your cunt was made for fucking.  Oh man, I don’t have to do much to get you to accommodate me.  Fuck.  Faggot.  I want this cunt.  Oh man.  You fucking dirty whore.  You give this cunt to man after man walking around those woods by the river.  That’s going to stop.  I’m taking this cunt as mine.  I own this cunt.  I own your mouth.  I fucking own you.  What do you have to say about that faggot?

“Did you just say, ‘Yes Sir?’  Oh fag, that’s all I needed to hear.  I’m gonna nut in you and mark you as my property.  Fuck bitch fag.  Here it cums.  Here it fucking cums you goddamned whore.  Ahh, ahh, ahhhhhhh.  Fuuuuck.

“Damn faggot.  Whew.  Fag.  Your cunt…

“What the fuck are you doing?  No one told you to stand up.  Keep bent over.  I have to take a piss.  There’s no better place to do that than a freshly fucked cunt.

“Fuck yeah.  Just hold still.  I want this load of piss in you when we go back to the party.  I want you to be mindful of the man that controls you as you walk around.

“Yeah, I own you.  What I said as I was plowing you is true.  I own this cunt.  No more cruising the river, at least not without my permission.  No more cruising apps.  No more porn.  And no more touching yourself.  At least not without my permission.  You got that?

“I said I no longer beat the shit out of fags anymore, well unless they ask, but I don’t consider smacking you across the face to be beating you.  So get used to it.

“I’m going to pull out now.  Clamp down.  Oh fuck.  Keep clenching.  I’ll be right back…. 

“…I have this butt plug from my desk.  It’s going in.  Relax.  Let it slip in.  That should help you keep my piss in until the party is over.  Yeah, I have a special drawer of toys.  There’s only three guys that work in here, and each of us bring cunts to fuck.  We don’t care about who the other fucks.  Hell, they both are married.  So we know no one is going to say anything.  There’s a pull out couch in the break area.

“Speaking of which.  Your mom and step-dad cornered me earlier asking me to take you on here for a real job.  They didn’t even point you out to me.

“You want that?  Believe me, I will be fucking you every day.  The other guys won’t say a word.  Neither will I, and neither will you.

“You want to work for me?...  Don’t answer with a yes or no.  If it’s a yes, then get behind me and lick my crack.  That’s also part of your daily responsibilities.  We have a rim seat in the back as well.

“Thought so.  Lick it.  Stick your tongue in deep.  Oh man.  Faggot, I may go for another round.

“One thing is for certain, they’re not going to get their beer any time soon.”

[multific]

Multiverse

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You find yourself completely lost in a different universe.

Just what was going on?

One second you were on your way home to spend finally some time alone with your husband when you woke up in an alleyway, and that wasn't even the most concerning part, the worst was that the entire city looked different. The store you went to was non-existent.

Took you some time to realize that this might be one of those universes Peter once told you about.

You wished you would have listened to what he said instead of staring at his lips. Longing to kiss them.

What did he do now? you thought as you walked the street, trying to find something, anything that would give you a starting point.

Then you saw, Spiderman, on the wall of a building.

"YOU!" you yelled at him as it got his and a couple of other people's attention. "COME DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" you said and he did.

Once he was down, you couldn't hold it in. "What the FUCK Peter?! Why am I here? What is this place? Everything is different! Is this one of those multiverse things you told me about? This isn't funny!"

Then when you turned to look at him he was short, way too short to be your Peter.

"Oh." was all you could say as you watched this Spiderman. "What is going on?!"

---

Once this Peter answered some of your questions, something about a Wizard and a spell and how it attracted people who knew he was Spiderman.

So, now you knew why you were here. Almost, but you had an idea.

"And where's Peter? My Peter?" you asked as you looked at this young man.

"Is your name MJ?" he asked as he started to walk you somewhere. He said his friends will be there so they could help.

"No. My name is Y/N." he made a face. "What? Not good enough for you kid?"

"No no! That is not what I meant! At all Lady!" he panicked as he looked at you, he didn't mean to offend you. Little did he know you had a very tough skin.

"Call me by my name please. Lady, makes me sound like I'm an old hag or something. I'm Y/N Parker."

"Parker?"

"Oh, yes, I'm married to... Peter. This is so weird!" you said as you followed this guy down the street. "Okay, this is taking forever, can't you just swing us?"

"Swing you?"

"YES! Hold me and let's go."

Peter never felt this awkward, not even when Aunt May caught him with MJ in his room.

You were, a fully grown woman, no doubt about that.

He had to remind himself, that you were married even though you had a wedding ring on your finger, which was quite visible.

Didn't take long for Peter like this to bring you back to the Sanctum where everyone was. And how glad he was it was over soon. Glad and disappointed at the same time, now he had to remind himself he had a girlfriend.

In there were two more kids, who were his friends and another Peter and your Peter.

"Y/N? Why are you here?" your Peter rushed over to you, making sure you were okay.

"Oh, right funny story, I was walking home you know and then I just woke up here." you fake laughed but you were relieved that you were finally with him.

"Is Emma here?" he asked with panic in his voice.

"Hm? Nooo, she's with my mum."

"Oh, good, at least she's safe then. We will find a way to go home."

"Who's Emma?" asked another Peter, the oldest one in the group.

You found a chair and finally sat down.

"Our daughter." you explained as the kind girl, MJ as you found out gave you a cup of water. Everyone looked shocked and impressed at the same time, the other older Peter walked over to you.

"Congratulation." he said.

"Thank you, do you not have kids?" you found it weird that he didn't but it was his choice to be fair, but your husband was very impatient to have a baby after you two got married.

"Not really, no. Never had the time or the money to have one unfortunately."

"Oh, I see." you said, sad to hear that he didn't have this kind of joy.

"Y/N is super rich." said Peter as everyone looked from you to him. Typical of him, whenever the room felt awkward he just had to say something. "Oh, yeah, she is like wealthy you know? I often suspected that she might be Batman or something."

"You're joking," one of the kids, Ned, said as he sat down close to you. "Just how rich if you walked from work to home?"

"I was walking from the office to my car. My mum looks after Emma on date-nights, which Mr Parker forgot... But I'm not that rich!"

"Not that rich! She is one of the top ten! She just... When we first met, I tried to impress her and she pretended to be impressed by a fake earring I got for her from a toy!"

"Oh, come on now! I was impressed! It was cute, I have them even to this day."

"Yeah, not like she didn't have real diamonds at home. But then she got me a sports car for my birthday when I jokingly asked for it. At the time I didn't even know she had money so when she asked what should she get, I was like a Lambo in red and blue... and she got me one." everyone looked at each other.

"I thought it was normal to give cars for gifts." you said trying to defend yourself but failing. "I'm a leading scientist if anyone is interested, I was the one to put together electric cars and reimagine the average household. I have my own company."

"Solar panels, reusable energy, she is the rockstar of science."

"Come on now Peter! You are not here to brag! We have to go home!"

"True. We need a plan."

Peter liked to talk about your achievements, brag in fact about how awesome his wife was.

He had a hard time after Gwenn, so, he was glad he was able to find happiness in the end.

They had to leave now to fix this.

At least they had a 

plan and didn't just jump into danger head first.

"Be careful okay?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Peter said as he gave you a kiss.

---

When it was all done, you didn't even know. It just happened again, one second you were in the lab, next you were standing where you disappeared from.

Right by your car.

You got your phone out, Peter was already calling. In a second you picked up.

"I'm fine! I'm at work in the car." A loud thud on your passenger door, made you jump. You got out of the car and rushed into his arms. "Let's never do this again please."

Peter held you for a long time before pulling back and giving you a kiss.

"This was amazing! Now we have confirmation that the multiverse exists! You know what this means?"

"It means, we are going home and you are going to make up for all this? It is date-night after all."

Peter let out a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. Date-night."

"You might also want to change, you are still in your suit." you said as you rounded the car and got into the driver's seat. Peter was quick to pop into the car as well.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Tiger." you said as you started the car.

On your way, you called up your mum to be sure Emma was safe. Once arrived home, the two of you took a very long shower and ate, after that, you cuddled on the couch. Usually, you'd go out for date-nights, got to a restaurant or to a bar for drinks, but after everything that happened, you just wanted to hold him.

“He will be fine, if he’s anything like you, he will find a way.” you said as you saw he was still troubled.

“He’s so young and yet he made this decision and just erased his entire life.”

“He’s Spiderman, a selfless hero. He will be lonely for some time, but he will learn from that. Just like you, you went through a lot and still became fine.”

“He lost Aunt May and his life, friend and girlfriend on the same day.”

“Look, I wish I could have stayed too. We could have made his pain a little better but that is not our home. This is. Emma would have missed us.”

“You are right.”

“Of course, I am. I’m always right.”

“Says the head of the Oscorp Industries, you have to be right all the time?”

“Look after Harry... I’m just happy they didn’t take the entire company.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you.” you said as this time you kissed his head before focusing on the TV again. 

And he just wanted to hold you to ensure that everything will be fine.

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[acontrariis]

⸺ chapter 1. The Eyrie.

ʀ. Aemond Targaryen x Vienna Targaryen (OC) ᴡᴄ. 2.1k ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Character Death. Forced Marriage. Child Bride.

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The castle walls, tall and strong, were as cold as the iron shekels of a slave cutting into her skin, suffocating every breath she managed to take. She had learned about death at a very young age, the result of wondering where her parents were and a pair of aunts that had zero delicacy when talking about these subjects with children. She was mature for her age, they said. Forced to grow before the rest of them, the little Princess learned at a young age how unwanted she was in that place. She didn’t understand why they kept her there, they could simply kill her. Maera said that when she died she would meet her parents again. That way she would have a family beyond Maera and Marmee.

“Vienna!”

Her thoughts were interrupted by her caretaker’s cry. Marmee had been running around the palace for a good hour trying to find her, her swollen feet tired from the exercise.

“What are you doing here? I told you it’s time to get ready for dinner.”

“But I don’t wanna have dinner with them. They are old and mean and smell funny. Why can’t we go back with Maera?”

The sad expression from the child she loved as her own broke Marmee’s heart. She would give anything to take her away, back to her life, away from the prison their family desperately wanted to trap her in, but she knew better and had already been warned by Maera many times before.

“We’ll see Maera soon enough, child, I already told you. Come on, now. Behave.”

She hated that word. They kept repeating it ever since they got to this place. Behave. The 10-year-old quickly learned that just meant to do whatever the adults wanted her to and, usually, she would, but today she didn’t feel like it. Deciding she would much rather sit on the window overlooking the abyss, she continued her drawing as if the woman was a mere fly on the wall.

“Vienna Targaryen, I swear…”

“She’s crying again.”

The statement stopped Marmee’s exclamations and made her freeze. It took her a minute to process it. Not because it was new or because she didn’t know what the little girl meant, but because she wished she didn’t. It had been years since her dreams started, the dragon cries filling her nightmares as a cursed lullaby, but lately she could hear them even awake. She could feel her, even when awake. Letting out a tired sigh, Marmee extended her arms to her.

“Come on, you know I can’t climb up there.” After a few minutes of silence. “I’ll give you a treat if you come down from there.”

At the mention of a treat, Vienna quickly lifted her head, so fast a muscle was almost pulled and seeing Marmee’s smile, she knew she’d lost. Reluctantly, a pout in sight, the child grabbed her drawing and crayons and jumped into the woman’s arms, who caught her with a huff.

“Here we go, now.” Marmee cradled the child like a baby and started walking towards her room. “You know, you’re just as stubborn as your mother.”

As usual, the little girl would blush at the comparison with her mother, a shy smile sneaking into her face.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yes. That temper, dear heavens. And your father…” She shook her head as if the mere thought frightened her, triggering a giggle from Vienna. “You have his eyes and his brattiness. Everything has to be exactly how you want it, when you want it.”

The playful scolding from the maid prompted the childish giggles. This proved to be the best way to calm the girl, the stories from her parents filled the memories she should have had and eased the ache in her heart. Thanks to this, she was able to get the girl to her chambers and standing on the wooden bench as she changed her dress and fixed her hair.

“Wanna know a secret?”

At this, Vienna’s eyes lightened in expectation, the curiosity almost making her jump from the little stool.

“It is said…” Marmee spoke softly as she finished tying her dress, so only Vienna could hear “…that the dragon that cries for you has scales of the darkest wine in the Seven Kingdom…” The wide-eyed expression of the Princess made her share an affectionate smile “…and when the sun hits them, they shine as amethysts would… just like a certain little girl’s eyes.”

A scrunched up nose and a wide open smile was the response she got.

“I know it makes you sad, but I need you to be strong, okay?” Vienna’s eyes lowered, the smile now gone. “As Maera said, it’s not time yet for you two to reunite, but this wonderful gift you have been given is something you must treasure, as painful as it can be at times.”

Letting out a sigh, Vienna reluctantly nodded at her and came down from the stool. Before she left, Marmee’s voice stopped her.

“And remember…”

“No one must know I can hear the dragons, I know.”

With one last instruction to go straight to the dining room, Marmee let her go, wishing she could go with her.

⸺

Dinner time at The Eyrie was a particular experience she had never witnessed before coming here; in the months they had been there she still hadn’t grown accustomed to the unspoken rules that everyone but her seemed to know. One she learned quickly was that she mustn’t speak of her mother. Her father was a fair topic, as long as Lady Arryn was in the room. The woman seemed to gloat with every mention of his name, and took a particular interest in reminding her how sad it was that she never got to experience his love. However, at the minor mention of her mother, the room would go silent, followed by some unrelated comment, hurriedly spoken after the silence went on too long.

The long table filled with all kinds of food and surrounded by men and women reminded her of the Queen’s Court Maera used to tell her about. The sight of it intimidated her at first, and she would be lying if she said it had gotten better. The vicious viper eyes followed her every move, dissected every word and gesture, and made her feel so incredibly small, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to reach the table.

“Nice of you to join us, Vienna.”

The sharp voice stopped her as all the eyes in the room directed at her. Her mouth automatically opened to an apology.

Breathe, don’t stutter.

The calm whisper served as a warning, a helpful reminder that had saved her many times from making a fool of herself. The first time she heard it, it almost made her fall off her chair. The soft murmurs that imposed over the rest of the noise, drowning even her own thoughts. They’d started a few months ago, a few weeks after their arrival. She didn’t know why they started or where they came from, what even were they was something she didn’t understand. They were just there, in the back of her mind, sometimes louder than others. This was something she hadn’t even told her aunts, it was not easy to explain how the voices felt as if they had always been there and they were just now coming to be known by her.

As she took her seat, the customs proceeded as usual, empty conversations filled with mean spirited gossip and hatred. Vienna had learned to tune it off, paying enough attention to know when a response was expected from her, not that it happened very often. She was to be seen and not heard, the voices had told her, and they were never wrong. Bits of the conversation were picked up by her as she slowly ate her food, something about a marriage, she wondered whose, and why were they discussing people’s hair?

“The black-haired Targaryens seem to be a trend the last few years.”

As the room filled with laughter, the product of a joke everyone seemed to know but her, Vienna's face furrowed. At least that she understood referenced her too, but her mother’s hair was black, she had seen the paintings, of course she would have black hair. That’s not what they mean. She huff, a bit frustrated. They rarely explained things properly, making it harder to understand certain things. Sometimes, the voices were so many and so loud that she would feel dizzy, unable to pick apart one from the other. Focused as she was on the confusion swirling her mind, she almost missed the most important statement of the entire evening.

“Nevertheless, it will be a fruitful join of the families, as it was approved by the King himself. This marriage will surely bring prosperity to both houses, and Vienna will make a beautiful bride.”

This is not good.

She couldn’t agree more.

⸺

As a show of good relations and to straighten the bond between the families, a marriage was proposed, they explained to Maera as soon as she arrived, two days later. The youngest brother of Lady Arryn would marry the youngest daughter of the Targaryen. Important to mention the old lady Arryn had last given birth decades before the bride-to-be would even be born, so, young would not be the first word to come to mind when looking at him.

A marriage is a political tool in the games the Monarchy plays. You’ll understand better when you’re older.

Maera had told her once, in their preparations before coming back “home”. Unfortunately, not even all the chess strategies in the world could prepare her for being a child bride. She understood what was expected of her, she had to obey and follow her family’s wishes, but seeing the pain in Marmee’s eyes and the rage pouring from Maera, the girl couldn’t help but rebel against it. Maybe they could run, leave and be free from them. What about your dragon? Are you going to leave her too?

Of course she didn’t want that, none of them did, that was the only reason they had even come back in the first place.

Noticing the silent girl immersed in her thoughts, Marmee shushed Maera’s rambling about the idiotic family and how the constant inbreeding had affected their last surviving braincells. A warning look was met with a puff of air as she gulped a drink down.

“We’ll figure this out, I promise.”

The words, although appreciated, did little to calm her. Not a single wink of sleep was caught that night. Tired and anxious, they instructed the girl to follow along as usual, they would fix this, they said. The relations between the couple-to-be were encouraged, afternoon strolls and accompanied meals were set while the preparations were made.

“We shall ride to King’s Landing and pay our respects to the King and Queen, of course.” And then directed his eyes to the silent girl. “You’ve never been, right? It’s a wonderful place. The late Prince’s funeral was held there… of course you wouldn’t know…”

It was well known the baby had been missing from the parents' funeral. Maera had been too afraid they tried to take her, so she took her away and kept her hidden for as long as she could, until the nightmares were too much for her to bear. She pondered the options for years, as she watched the child grow, develop a mind of her own and begin to ask questions, what she had to do became clearer by the day. She never expected this to happen, though.

Three days later the group parted, three carriages filled with people and presents expected to arrive in 9 days time.

However, the party never made it to the Capital. A terrible accident had occurred, some said, Lord Arryn’s body was found two meters into the deep of the woods, too disfigured to make any identification if it wasn’t for his trusted squire being the sole witness of the misfortune. A black haired beast, the terrified man had said, with teeth as sharp as a dragon’s claw ripped the carriage in half and shredded my lord’s figure like the skin of a juicy boar. His screams were lost in the dark of night, no one in sight to help as they had, conveniently, wandered too far from the rest of the company.

⸺

The news soon reached Lady Arryn, who enraged and in fear, banished the girl and her companions from her land. She couldn’t prove it, the woman said, but they’d killed him. When asked about it, not a single explanation was given. “They’re witches'' she repeated “Her mother was one too, she cursed them all before she died.” and then, in a small voice, she would add “That girl will be the ruin of the Targaryen.”

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[compacflt]

COMPACFLT, ma’am, you’ve absolutely wrecked me with: “My father—my father was kind”. I can’t even tell you exactly why, but that just struck right in the chest with the force of a sledgehammer, gosh. If it’s alright with you, could you please share your headcanons about Ice and Mav’s fathers? I know I’m, like, quoting your own work back to you but I can’t help it: “Well, dead pilot dads, that’s one thing we have in common.” —But do they? Or is one dead pilot dad vastly different from the other?

ice’s dad (Thomas kazansky sr.): asshole army major OH-6 and UH-1 pilot who got shot down over Vietnam in 1967. son of far-eastern-european immigrants. anti-commie. wanted ice to ALSO be a chopper pilot in the army, so ice went navy instead. daredevil dipshit who died & left ice’s mom alone with two young kids & whose death encouraged ice away from breaking the rules or being unsafe (esp. in the air). not necessarily a great person or a great father but died when ice was 8 so also not a huge influence on his life (i know val kilmer has said ice’s father was a big influence… I’ve written elsewhere about why i personally shifted ice’s narrative away from daddy issues and more towards Navy authority in general issues, in light of ice’s character and rank in tgm. GOD i need a master post sorry, but i think you can find it if you search “edts notes” on my blog and scroll for a while). ice’s LACK of a father -> no man to model himself on -> overcompensating & not getting it exactly right (doesn’t know how to talk to other men) -> maverick immediately clocks him as gay -> the plot of my fic.

Maverick’s dad (peter “duke” mitchell sr.): a genuinely awesome person. funny & kind, warm & loving, a truly good father & a great fighter pilot. big american patriot. Comes from a long long line of us navy personnel—maverick has the navy family name & the pedigree ice, as a second generation american, does not. Im still not sure who raised maverick—it’s one of those things I don’t have a strong opinion on, so it could go either way (i posited in the airplane one-shot that he was raised by relatives, aunt & uncle, but I know it’s a popular hc here that he was a foster kid—all equally plausible to me) but I do think he grew up exceedingly bitter, hearing about how great his dad was and how there was just no way! his dad could’ve failed the Navy the way he supposedly did, because he was just such a good person… there’s a real bitterness about original maverick that TGM maverick kind of lost. His bitterness only shows during the “it’s not the plane it’s the pilot” “EXACTLY” exchange (incidentally the scene that gave me the idea that Bradley thinks mav pulled his papers bc he’s openly gay…it’s the pilot not the plane, ouch). but i still think maverick is like deeply deeply bitter about how the navy handled his fathers death, which is what the excerpt i posted on wednesday is actually about—he confesses to ice how disillusioned he has been with the navy as an institution since he found out the truth about his father’s heroism. I know i just just just said that Maverick’s patriotic conservatism is his reason for existence in the meta “why we make mil propaganda movies” sense, and i stand by that, but i think on a human character level there probably has to be a little bit of deep-seated resentment towards the Navy for smearing his father’s good name and his own good name in the process. My maverick grew up a good Christian kid, called himself peter jr. after his good guy father, who never broke ANY rules until he was radicalized by not getting into the academy (“punish the son for the sins of his father”) and basically lost his mind for 30+ years. “If my family name automatically makes me a sinner in the navy’s eyes, then I might as well sin anyway.”

#i really don’t like Maverick’s character in tgm #which has been dulled down and his original motivation forgotten (upset at not getting into the USNA) #for the sake of…. pulling his OWN son’s papers from the USNA??? #to serve the mil propaganda movie aim of recruitment as ive written about elsewhere on this blog #i tried to rectify this in my fics but it also meant that my exTREMELY bitter maverick is at odds with #the gentle soft-spoken slightly neutered maverick TGM actually presents us with #🤷🏽‍♀️ imo the bigger narrative evil is making maverick pull Bradley’s papers (punish the son for the sins of his father) so that was my main #fix-it priority. #mav’s bitterness is a side-effect of Bradley’s papers getting pulled anyway #yes to some extent they all have daddy issues #but i think it’s more complicated than that #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #and also yeah i know it’s cool to make ice like representative of navy lineage but #imo theres a reason they gave him a Russian name in the 1980s. like.. he’s the semi antagonist #It’s overt Cold War propaganda. he is Soviet-coded. hes meant to invoke anti-american sentiment. #so personally I shifted ice away from navy lineage… he’s from an immigrant family he has a lot to prove and a lot standing in his way #ive written about icemav & religion but if i haven’t made it clear: the Navy is their religion.

[milesmoraleswife4l]

Miles 1610 X Nigerian Y/N

notes: nigga when I tell you this took my too long to make. Like writing this is not for the weak bruh

warnings: jus fluff ig

summary: y/n takes miles to meet her nigerian parents. ( im nigerian so umm yea)

“Miles, they are not going to like you if you don't take this seriously.” You said this for the 15th time. Miles is coming with you to a party your parents are throwing at your house. You thought it would be a good time to introduce them to Miles for the first time. As much as you were excited, you were hella nervous because this was the first time you ever brought into this household. And not just any household, but a Nigerian one at that. 

Miles needed to understand that one wrong move will ultimately end in your mom gossiping to all your aunts and your dad to the uncles saying, “ arabinrin mi, o ko ni gbagbọ aṣiwère ti ọmọbinrin wa mu fun wa lati pade oh.” (my sister, you won't believe the fool our daughter has brought back for us to meet oh) 

It's like you could hear it from a mile away. The thought made you sweat bullets because you know that they'll never approve if they have a horrible introduction to each other. “ No Miles try again, that's not right! C’mon you actually have to try. “ You said about just giving up and saying maybe this isn't the right time for him to meet them. ‘’Mami por que te preocupas tanto?’’ He said coming closer to hold your waist. “ because you don't know my parents, they're super judgemental and really strict. Like they didn't want me to even think about boys until i was at the ripe age of 30.’’ “ Thats crazy.’’ He said while laughing. 

 ‘Not its not, because as much as i love you, i need our parents to support our relationship.’’ you said as you were pacing around your room. ‘’ Ok ok I understand. Tell me what I need to do and I'll do it ok?” he said while grabbing both of your sides and engulfing you in a warm hug. And you sigh as you take in a pleasant whiff of his cologne.

TIME SKIP

Miles rang the doorbell to your parents house. “ remember everything i taught you please, and just be yourself at the same time.’’ you said while giving him a nervous smile. ‘’ Don't worry mami everything will be ok’’ He said wanting to give you a kiss but the door flew open.’’ e kassan mommy this is Miles” you said very sweetly to your mom. “ ekassan ma o dara pupọ o pade rẹ” Miles said while bending down to greet your mom. You just stand there; completely shook because you never taught him all of that. ‘’ Here are some roses I brought you, and you look completely beautiful, now I know where Yn got her beauty from.” He says smirking a little at you and how surprised you are. “ AHH AHH YN, why didn't you tell me you got with this handsome man?! Please arewa okunrin, what's your ethnicity, let me have three guesses!’’ your mom said begging the poor boy. “ No mom please no, he doesn't need to tell you all of that.” you said completely embarrassed that it even came out of her mouth. Luckily, Miles just laughed and proceeded to answer the question. “ I'm actually African american and Puerto rican ma.’’ “

Ehen so Yn has now gone and brought home a latin boy, ok ohh.’’ Your mom says, folding her arms in astonishment. “ Ok well Yns dad isn't here right now but you're more than welcome to stay.” Your mom says pulling him away for him to meet all your aunties. “ Come and see the fine boy Yn has brought to me ohh.’’ She exclaimed while pulling miles away. You laughed as you saw him being poked and prodded by many aunties at once. When they finally finished, which felt like hours after, he came back to meet you with a smirk on your face. “ Well, that was definitely something.’’ he said like he just saw a ghost. “ This is my family for you.’’ You said while laughing your head off. “ Haha. very funny.’’ He said while rolling his eyes. “ Anyway, im super hungry, can i get something to eat real quick?’’ He asked, wrapping his hand around your shoulder. “ Not too close omo, do you want her to get pregnant?!’’ Your mom yelled from far away. “ Mom! Stop please im begging” you said covering your face in embarrassment. “ Sorry!” Miles quickly said while moving his arm, but still scooting closer to you so that he can be near you as much as possible. “ Ok lemme just get something for you to eat c’mon.’’ You said while pulling him off the couch. 

He followed you to the kitchen and jumped up when he saw plantain. 

“ You guys have platanos too?!’’ “ Mi vida, here if anyone hears you call it that you're in big trouble. We call it dodo or plantain.” You said while rubbing his face by how cute he's being. “ Well whatever you want to call it, give me two big spoon-fuls of that please.” He said  while looking at it like it was his prey he was about to catch. “ Ok OK! It's not going anywhere why are you looking at it like that?’’ You said, chuckling at how hungry he is. “ Oh and gimme some fufu and efo riro.” He said looking over the table. “ Miles bruh, how do you even know about that?’ You said dying of laughter. “ Mami stop asking my questions and just put it please i'm dying over here” He said all dramatic.

Ok so this is litterally my first story so dont judge me pls. :)

#miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales fluff #miles morales #fluff #this is my first post #pls dont be mean #miles 1610

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Aaa can I request for part 2 of Livvy babysitting MC and Horizon’s baby? Thanks

Part 1 here.

Prompt under the cut.

Livvy’s nibling braids her hair with deft fingers. At short intervals, they entwine the flowers both of them picked along the way to the pond through her brown curly locks.

“Your hair is so pretty,” her nibling mutters, and Livvy is about to reply with a thank you when they add, “but so dry. Domini Horizon’s hair is soft when I braid it. Oh! I will wash your hair with their shampoos, auntie. Can we do that next?”

After a beat, Livvy says, “Sure thing, hon.” She watches the clear surface of the pond for a while as her nibling works in silence. “Say, hon,” she begins slowly, “do you ever call your parents anything other than Domini?”

“Uh? What do you mean?”

“Something like mom, or mommy, or dad, or…?”

“Lala?”

“Or lala, yes.”

“Hm-hm,” they reply, “just not Domini Horizon. Domini Horizon is always Domini Horizon.”

“But you call Squirt lala.”

“Uh?” Their cute face appears next to Livvy’s. They rest their neck on her left shoulder. “Who?”

“My sibling. It’s a nickname,” she explains.

They bite their lower lip, a big smile flashing on their face as their eyes shine almost mischievously. It’s like Livvy let them in on some big family secret. “Domini Squirt,” they comment.

“Oh, I don’t think they would find that half as funny as you do,” she says, turning slowly to snatch them. Her nibling yelps in surprise, but they are soon laughing as she tosses them on her lap and kisses them all over the face.

They throw their long twig-like arms around Livvy’s neck and rest their face against it. She embraces them tightly, cradling them in her arms.

They are watching the calm pond when hasty footsteps echo up the stone path behind them. She spins her head to look over her shoulder, adrenaline shooting through her in such a manner, she can’t believe she isn’t half-way on her feet.

Two people all dressed in yellow are standing there.

“Auntie,” her nibling gasps.

She’s holding them too tightly against her. She didn’t realize she was squeezing them. “Sorry,” she mutters, forcing herself to relax her grasp.

Livvy stares at the people in yellow, and they stare at her. One is a guy in his twenties they call Stag, the other is a middle-aged person called Orion.

Stag’s narrowed eyes are bouncing all over the scene, while Orion offers Livvy a shy smile and a nod.

Squirt’s baby peeks over Livvy’s shoulder, and Stag’s face goes from relieved, to aghast in an instant.

“What are y—” he starts, taking a step, but Orion puts a hand on his arm.

“We heard the Consors screaming, so we wanted to make sure everything was ok,” they tell Livvy.

Stag glances at Orion and opens his mouth again only to, this time around, be cut off by Livvy’s nibling.

“I’m thirsty, bring me juice.”

The man stares at them, clearly debating with himself.

“Do you want snacks for you and your aunt too, Consors?” Orion asks, the gentle smile still on their face.

“Yes.” They untangle themself from Livvy’s embrace and fix their clothes. They then, go to stand behind her once again, picking up a couple of flowers between long fingers. When they notice she’s still watching the young man behind them, they let out a vexed huff.

“Auntie, I can’t braid your hair like this. Eyes ahead, please.”

“Oh,” Livvy mutters, turning to do as her nibling asks. “I’m sorry, hon.”

“It’s ok,” they reply, paying absolutely no mind to the people on the stone path.

Livvy can’t help but hear Stag muttering under his breath as they leave, “Nobody can touch the Consors. This is outrageous.”

She wants to believe the shiver that runs down her spine has to do with her nibling’s fingers as they braid a lock of hair at the base of her skull, but once Orion is back with the snacks and a jar of orange juice (and no Stag in sight) she stops trying to convince herself.

Why can’t Squirt like normal things for once?

#ask #tp livvy #tp horizon

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🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP. ot4 still!

Goat: okay, picture this. nineteen, five months pregnant, sleeping under a bridge. 

Me: alone?

Goat: don't interrupt me. 

Me: who knocked you up

Goat: idk some jerk

Me: hn

Goat: grimmjow. >:(

Me: yeah fine ok. sleeping under a bridge.

Goat: suddenly, guy in a limo. 

Me: suspension of disbelief crashed

Goat: fuckin pick it up then! Guy. In a LIMO.

Goat: by the way it's also raining copiously and my tattered t-shirt is sticking to me like cling wrap.

Me: ................. ok how much thought did you put into this

Goat: ANYWAY guy brings me to his manor (shut up. Yes the manor is essential and also the bed the size of two parking spots.)

Goat: hot bath with bubbles, five courses dinner, etc etc etc. then comes the time to pay my rent with my body, BUT!

Goat: intimidated, i believe he will then ravish me!!

Me: and then you wonder why women take ten centuries to nut. If you gotta rewrite war and peace first 

Goat: shuuuut the frickfrack up 

Goat: it turns out! I am not for him! His beloved wife is in a tender condition (swooning, possibly also pregnant) and he, too vigorous and virile, etc etc

Goat: just saying, i would go down like the titanic.

Me: uh huh

Goat: very grateful and also very seduced etc etc, him looming sternly to ensure i do it right, her overwhelmed, never knew the touch of a woman, yadda yadda

Me: i'm still stuck on how SOME GUY got you pregnant and fucked off

Goat: OKAY FINE there's this sexy bad boy who knocked me up, condom broke, i didn't tell him BUT he finds out, comes to find me just in time to see the limo take me away!

Goat: climbs the wall to rescue me from my lascivious captor

Me: if i gotta keep dictionary.com open for this

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🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. i have SO MANY???

"So. Yeah. Roommates suck. You pay more than them and it chafes your ass, you pay less and you can't open your mouth without being told you can also get the fuck out if you've got a problem, nobody but you will wash a single fucking plate, the TV's broken and nobody will fess up, then someone throws a fist."

Ichigo opens his mouth, closes his mouth -- and then apparently can't hold back any farther than that and says drolly, "Yeeeeah, I suspect that might have been the 'bunch of feral teen bastards raising each other' thing mixed with 'where's the money coming from tomorrow' stress." 

Nelliel chokes on a laugh she really wasn't expecting. "That's... Huh."

"... Sounds fake, but okay." Grimmjow squints. "You ain't gonna tell us being saddled with roommates as a married couple is awesome though."

... Now why did Ichigo clear his throat like that? 

He stands all at once, bussing his and Hime's glasses back to the sink, and starts the hot water to wash them, studiously not looking at any of them. Nel blinks. Okay, that's -- suspicious? Strange? 

"Honestly, I used to live with two sisters and my dad who has a really big personality, let's call it that, and my room was Grand Central for all our friends back in high school. It's quiet here, and that's cool, but we live too far from all of them to just drop by so we haven't really seen them in months. The neighbors are alright but we don't hang out either, so..."

Nelliel nods slowly, brow furrowed. His head's still bowed over his glass, scrubbing at nothing. "I guess. But that's visiting, not..."

"Visiting is good! And I..." Orihime tangles her fingers together, staring down at her hands. "After my brother died -- I was fourteen -- I lived alone, in a studio -- and it was... lonely." 

"Oh right, your bitch aunt." 

Ichigo's hand slips on the spigot; water splashes. He splutters, getting a faceful; Nel slaps a hand on her mouth. Fuck.

Grimmjow is staring, not even at Nelliel's sudden comment or at Ichigo being ridiculous, but at Orihime. "Didn't hear about that."

"Well! I still had my own place and all! It's pretty cool for a teenager! Serious street cred!" 

"You hated it," Grimmjow retorts, eyes gone narrow.

"I hated it," Orihime admits, voice quiet. "But I spent a lot of time at Tatsuki-chan's house and at Ichigo's, so it wasn't too bad. Then I got into a share-house for university! That was great." She takes a deeper breath, like she's bracing. "I like that Nel-chan is here during the day. I kinda -- otherwise, I just... I do chores, I guess." 

Stranded at the sink, Ichigo looks stricken, like he didn't know, didn't fully realize. 

"All my other friends work," Orihime adds, bowing her head. "And it's -- it's nice, keeping house! It's my house, I like doing it! But it doesn't take all the hours in my day, you know? And it's -- quiet."

Ichigo steps up to her, rests a hand on her back. She smiles up at him, bright like she said nothing of importance. He furrows his brow back; he's not buying it. 

Her smile shrinks, turns sadder. Nel turns her glass in her hands.  

Everyone is silent for a moment. 

"We should have had this conversation in the pillow fort," Orihime says all at once, eyebrows furrowed very seriously.

Nelliel cracks up.

#writing meme #teaser

[wildflowerwoodsworld]

Hi Wild!

What about 2, 14 and 23 for your ask game? 💕

Hey Lola.

2. that makes me laugh

Most of my stuff that's supposed to be funny makes me laugh. I am, primarily, writing for me, after all. If I don't find the funny stuff funny then what's the point? That being said, I had a lot of fun with this unpublished peice from the Everybody Lives au

"Uncle Julius," Finral was staring at his place as he spoke, pushing the toast crusts around it. Next to him, Julius could hear Ichika's foot tapping against the leg of her chair. At his left, Tondra sighed almost imperceptibly. Absently, Julius noticed William shoving something in his mouth at the other end of the table. Sukehiro had yet to show himself, the eldest of his wards was about as far from a morning person as it was possible to get, and Julius knew that Fiona wouldn't be awake for a while considering the fact that she'd got in from a mission in the very early hours of the morning. "Yes, Finral?" he asked. Finral or Ichika starting the day with a question usually meant an entertaining day for him and, unfortunately for them, an embarrassing one for Sukehiro or William, or occasionally Morgen or Nacht. Usually it was Sukehiro that got the worst of it, though. "What do you do if you think someone has a crush?" and there was only one person Finral could be talking about, Julius had noticed as well. Sukehiro wasn't particularly subtle and neither were the objects of his affections. "You leave it alone," Tondra cut in. "I don't care who you think might have a crush, or who you think they like, you don't go poking, Finral." Finral pulled a face but Ichika grinned and Julius had to wonder just what the thirteen year old and fourteen year old were up to. "We're only asking because Onii-san spent ages staring at the Blue Rose girl that was here the other day," Ichika said. "Charlotte," William said. The children ignored him. "Yeah!" Finral cheered. "I also caught him watching the Green Mantis boy who comes here a lot training when we went to their base the other week." "Jack," William said. The children still ignored him. "Multiple times," Ichika said. "It's a bit sickening, really." "You two are aware that Sukehiro is allowed to have friends outside of you," Julius said. "You can't monopolise his time." "Why not?" Finral asked "He's my brother," Ichika said. "I'm allowed as much of his time as I want." Tondra sighed again. "Biological relation doesn't mean he has to give you more time, Ichika. I'm sure if you ask, Sukehiro will be happy to do something with you." "Aunt Tondra," Finral said. "He was making heart eyes. *Heart eyes*." at the other end of the table, William hastily covered a laugh up with a cough. Julius suspected that the rest of his squad would be knowing about this conversation very soon. "Finral, you are aware that if you help Sukehiro sort out his feelings, which may or may not exist, he will have less time for you, and Ichika." "Yeah, but we'll also have two more people to torment," Finral said. Sometimes, Julius reflected, it was hard to see Fiona in Finral. Other times, it was very, very easy. "Oh, they definitely exist," Ichika said. "I heard them calling him 'Hiro'. Onii-san doesn't do nicknames." "If it helps," William said and Julius just knew that whatever was about to come out of his mouth would not be helpful in any way, shape or form. "I'm ninety five percent sure that they were the first people, aside from Ichika obviously, to learn his first name." "I knew it!" Finral yelled, jumping up so hard his chair clattered to the floor. "He does like them!" "Who likes who?" the entire room turned to see Sukehiro stood in the doorway, his hair still mussed as he yawned. "You like Charlotte and Jack," William said, a predatory smile on his face. Sukehiro went pale as all the blood drained from his face, horror clear to see. "You-" "Thank you for the confirmation," William said, jumping back as Sukehiro lunged for him. "I shall have to let Puli know I'm changing my bet." "Bet?" Sukehiro demanded. "Stand still so I can squash you-" "No fighting at the breakfast table," Tondra said, lightning crackling overhead. "Or I will personally make sure that Fiona hears of this conversation." Sukehiro growled and William stuck his tongue out. "Boys."

14. that was out of my comfort zone

I don't think I really have any bits that are outside my comfort zone. I've got things that I struggle with, but the only things I'd really call outside my comfort zone is horror and I don't write horror.

23. that was inspired by a work from another medium (music, visual art, dance, etc.)

The entirety of the Captains Murder Mystery (I Don't Think You'll Land On Your Feet This Time) was thought up while listening to Number Nine by Aviators (which is itself inspired by Puss In Boots and the Last Wish but that's not the point), but this is one of my favourite bits from it.

"So," he said, grabbing Jack's arm before he could vanish. Neither of them liked funerals. "What did Charlotte tell you?" he'd spotted them talking after the meeting yesterday, but Finral had started complaining about holding a portal for too long and threatening to go home without him and make him fly before he could investigate. "Your girlfriend told me she's crazy." what. Something in Yami's brain decided that the first part of that sentence was the more important bit. "She's not my girlfriend," he said. She scowled every time she saw him, more or less, and her ki was always fluctuating in anger. "She'd like to be." yeah, right. Charlotte had a lot of feelings towards him, as far as Yami could tell, and none of them were good. And yeah, okay, sometimes Yami wondered what it would be like to hold her, to see her smile at him, to have her in his bed, but it was pretty obvious that that was never going to happen. "She hates my guts, Jack." the second part of Jack's initial statement registered. "And what do you mean by crazy?" "Her theory is crazy. I can see where it came from, but that doesn't make it any less crazy. The plants are definitely something, and there's probably revenge involved, but I don't think it has anything to do with the Diamond war." Yami frowned. The Diamond war? Yami remembered that. How could he forget it? He'd only spent two and a bit years of his life fighting it. "That finished ages ago. We weren't even Captains then." "Like I said. Your girlfriend's crazy."

#ask games #black clover

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I’m back!!! And I have so much to say !!

Strawhats vs Whitebeard crew made me cry !! Like how dare you Rollin 😭 My therapist will hear about this !! (Ok but girl your writing is 😚👌 love every second reading it )

first of all that Shanks fic Better left unsaid was ahhh!! So good!!! And the ending made me scream !( I’m gonna pull a Elizabeth and get rid of his booze when he’s not looking 👀)

And the Was it worth it fic !! OMG I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED A CROCDAD FIC TILL NOW !! Also love that you added Robin (wine aunt for the win 💅)

Part 2 of Joyride fic , was so good Rollin , here have a cookie 🍪 and take back your crown 👑 you keep dropping it queen !! ( seriously it’s been on my mind ever since I read it and now I gotta know what if the marines did found that reader knows the future , is it gonna be like the marineford arc OR! What if Blackbeard finds out 👀👀👀👀) seriously I’m printing this off and eating it cause it was that good !

Not what it looks like fic , was so cute and I love how you wrote the characters and Smoker ! Aww I love his interaction with lucky pfft love how you wrote masterson 🤣👌)

SHANKS REALLY TRIED TO PULL A MR STEAL YOUR GIRL ON BUGGY!?!? 🤣🤣 And on his wedding knight no less , shame on you my good sir XD

Harmless Luffy fic was so good ! Cousin please be careful getting the meat 👀 (I love your blog and I love how you wrote Luffy in this 🥰)

Pfft the memes !! Their amazing!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Oh my god hi!!! I missed you!!!

Originally the Whitebeard vs Straw Hats one was just going to be something cute and fun but then I made it plot heavy oops lmao

Doll definitely went on on to do all kinds of passive aggressive stuff after that went down. Booze? Gone. Treasure? Thrown into the ocean.

The funny thing about the crocodad fic was that I was struggling to figure out what to do with it for a long time, but then the plot came to me in a vision and I wrote the whole thing in one day like a maniac.

Thank you! I've been outlining the rest of the Joyride series, and it is shaping up to be around 15 or so chapters in total. I'm still ironing out the details, so the number could change. It's funny that you mentioned Blackbeard, he may or may not be making an appearance ;)

Smoker is a lot of fun to write for, especially in the Little Lucky AU ~

LMAO yeah, Shanks pulls shit like that and then wonders why him and Buggy don't get along

The reader's cousin should be okay so long as he minds his business, Luffy is too preoccupied with getting reader's place on the ship set up to go bother him

#ladydoe8

[pacifymebby]

Love In A Haunted House (Ending)

Part 2 of this ♡

...

From one ex Mrs Shelby to the next ♡

You sat looking down at the little note on top of the box, fingers trembling as you held it, turning it over, trying to understand the joke.

Because that's what this had to be right? It had to be a joke...

The last Mrs Shelby was dead, Tommy refused to speak of her but you knew she had died tragically. Such a beautiful woman taken far too young, as Aunt Pol had told you several times now since you'd arrived at Arrow House.

So if she was dead why was she sending you chocolates?

You bit your lip nervously, your fingers skimming over the pink tissue wrapped box, your breath shaking as you contemplated opening the lid.

Something stirred in your gut as your fingers brushed the ribbon and tugged it loose. This heavy nauseous feeling, sudden chill which told you to stop what you were doing. To put the box down, get up, walk out of that house and never look back.

But curiosity and fear have a funny way of tricking you into doing things you would never normally do. Like ignoring all the warning signs. Ignoring that sick feeling in your stomach as you lifted the lid on the box slowly.

You realised your mistake seconds later...

As you lifted the lid a foul smell hit you, a warm, animalistic scent, like iron... it was strong and when you breathed in the taste got stuck in the back of your throat and made you choke.

"Oh god..." you whispered, your mind thinking back to that prayer, how desperately you wanted to say a prayer for yourself now, somehow though that smell, the fear it stirred deep inside you, had rendered your mind weak and empty. Not a single word for protection or comfort could you think of. So you remained silent, lips moving around the words "please god..." as you removed the lid.

And what you saw left your blood run cold. Your hands shaking so aggressively, so suddenly, that you couldn't hold onto the lid any longer. It fell and hit the corner of the box before tumbling to the floor, leaving a little red stain splashed across the covers and the carpet where it lay.

You couldn't still the violent trembling of your hands. Couldn't find the energy to scream. All you could do was gaze down in horror at the box in your lap. At the gift given to you supposedly by a ghost...

In the center of ruffled pink tissue lay a mass of blood, muscle and fresh flesh... a heart, no longer beating but oozing blood, blood you were sure would still be warm.

Your ears were ringing, you could hear your own blood rushing as your panic set in. You wanted to scream, you so desperately wanted to scream...

And you were, you just couldn't hear yourself, one of shocks strange side effects.

"What is it love, angel what's the matter what's wrong? I'm here love what's wrong?" Panted Tommy clutching your shaking body to his chest as he threw his arms around you protectively.

In his panic he saw only you and not the box of horror in your lap.

In your panic you couldn't speak to tell him what you'd seen. What had struck such a perilous chord in your frail heart.

"Shhh angel, s'alright my love I've got you, you're safe.." he breathed, his head pressed to yours, the two of you cheek to cheek, temple to temple, eyes closed as he hushed you and rubbed your back. "Shhh angel tell me what's wrong eh? What's frightened you y/n, tell me what the matter is and I'll fix it alright?"

But when you pulled away from him and went to show him the box in your lap, the heart oozing deep red blood into pink tissue paper you felt a cold stone weight in your stomach. A chilling realisation hitting you.

There were some things Tommy couldn't fix...

"The box..." you cried, your hands still trembling, your lips trembling too as tears fell silently from your sorrowful eyes.

Because the box of horror was no longer there... when the two of you looked down at the little heart shaped box all that was there was a little heart shaped box, filled with little chocolates... no sinister trick, no stench of death. Just the saccharine scent of strawberry truffles.

"What about it love? The twins left em for you... think theyve really taken a shine to you..."

"What?* you whispered unable to keep the horror from your eyes as you gazed up at your doting husband.

"I think they really like you love..." he said with a small smile as he sat down in the bed beside you, leaning back against the headboard, one arm around your shoulder pulling you in to rest against his chest. The act should have been a comfort but listening to his heart beating slow and relaxed only left you shivering, unable to think of anything but the ripped out heart of the ex Mrs Shelby. The one which had been weighing heavy in your lap only minutes before.

"Come on now darlin settle down eh, you're alright yeah, safe with me love..." said Tommy reaching to pick one of the truffles from the box, biting it in half letting the sweet pink goo ooze and stain his bottom lip. When he offered you the other half you felt a lump in your throat, the sweet strawberry scent hitting you sharply, leaving you choking and shaking your head.

"Go on love try one, they're delicious... the twins must really love you..."

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71 - Mikaelson's Don't Go Down Easy

Part 72

Her Life Means Everything

We are getting closer to the end of this book. So if there is something you want to see before I complete this let me know

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Shutting the desk drawer I heard footsteps coming up behind me and I was over the moon at who I was standing there. “Damon. Oh my god!” Jumping up into his arms he stumbled backwards wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I’ve missed you, little Forbes.” He mumbled into my loose hair before he sat me down on my feet. He dropped his arms at his sides smiling. “Elena wishes she could be here but she had to drop our daughter off at school.”

Pushing hair behind my ear I shrugged my shoulders at him. “The life of a parent ain’t easy. Just be happy that you are a few years away from raising teenagers cause it is not an easy job.”

“You seem to be doing pretty good. I still can’t believe this place is gonna become a school.” He glanced around the room seeing that my sister had already had some logos made up. The sign was up out front and she was hiring people to be teachers too.

Shaking my head I chuckled at his words. “Well you know my sister. When she sets her mind to something she won’t stop until she gets through it…I hope that wherever Stefan is watching from up there. That he is happy with what we are doing.”

“Yeah me too, Maddie.” He paused where we each noticed the wedding ring on our hands. He had married Elena a few years after Stefan’s funeral. It was just a small wedding underneath the clock tower with their friends and family. “I finally understand why you enjoyed being human. It makes every day need to mean something.”

Intertwining my hands with his where he locked gazes with me. “It’s funny when I was human I didn’t think I was good enough. It wasn’t until I became a vampire that I realized I was always supposed to be supernatural….Damon, I know this will surprise you but I need to thank you for turning me.”

“I never thought you would thank me for making you a vampire, Mads.” He chuckled, taken back by what I had said before I wrapped my arms around him in a hug smiling.

Klaus and I were doing our best to make the drive back to the location that Lizzie had told me about. He had healed me from my werewolf bite that he had given me. Tapping my fingers on my knees I couldn’t stop my mind from playing out the worst possible outcomes if we didn’t get our daughters to turn back to their humanity selves. “What are we going to do with them, Nik…I mean look at them in this picture. Landon and little Henry are everything to them.”

“You brought me back, Mads. If anyone has taught me anything since you and I have come together. There is nothing we can’t do when we are a team.” He glanced in my direction looking at the picture I had up on my phone. It was a family photo I had taken of Hope and Nikola wrapped in the arms of Landon and our grandson sitting in the middle.

The phone rang where I put it up to my ear hearing my twin sisters voice coming through. “Maddie, I just sent you their location. Josie was able to find a vial of Hope’s blood in medical. Do everything you can to bring them home and be safe sis.”

“Thanks, Care. We will hopefully have them home soon.” I hung the phone up where Klaus hit the gas making the trip much faster since we could just compel the cops if they tried to give us a ticket. The girls were in an old museum with some caskets that looked like we used to put the Egyptian gods to rest centuries ago.

Pushing hair away from my ear I used the vamp hearing trying to locate at least one of my daughters but it didn’t take long because when we walked in Hope ran straight for us. “Mom. Dad, Lizzie has Nikola trapped in another room and she has a stake that can kill us.”

“Hope, sweetheart. Are you back…Aunt Care said that your sister had taken little Henry too.” I questioned wrapping my arms around her in a warm hug. She wrapped her arms around me leaning into my embrace, remaining there for a few moments.

She broke the hug where I could see that she had some tears falling down her face meaning she was back to her old self. “Yeah I turned right after I found out she had brought him along with us. I guess the auntie instinct isn’t strong enough to keep my humanity off.” She turned her head to the side seeing that Henry was sleeping on the floor wrapped in a blanket.

“A Mikaelson prince shouldn’t be sleeping on the floor.” Klaus picked him up in his arms looking at us.

Whipping my head forward I heard a voice coming down a hallway where I vamped being able to see Lizzie and Nikola standing inside the room. “So now's your chance. Let's see if you have it in you.” Nikola broke a piece of wood tossing it towards the blonde.

“I came here wanting to make you hurt, like you hurt all of us, but seeing you in front of me, I......I hate this. I hate how many good memoriesI have of you. I hate that I have to be the one to do this, because no one else will.” Lizzie declares raising her hand where I saw that she was holding a red stake in her hand making me start to panic.

Whipping my head around to my daughter I attempted to yank away the deprie that was keeping us from them but it was too big. “Hope, you’re stronger than me. Break it open!”

“Got it.” She placed her hands out in front of her mumbling a spell I couldn’t understand before it blasted open right before our eyes.

“But most of all......I hate you for being my friend and for being a part of my weird, messed-up family and for making me love you, Nikola Mikaelson. Because no matter how far you go, no matter how evil you become...apparently I can't be the one to stop you.” Lizzie didn’t turn around to face us, too focused on the person she wanted to kill right in front of her. I could hear her heartbeat speeding up but she lowered her hand dropping it on the floor.

Henry started crying which caused Nikola to gasp and I released the weight off my shoulders seeing that my other daughter actually cried again. “Henry…mommy is okay.”

“I can’t believe you two got here just to save them..” Lizzie spat at me where I sent her a glare.

“We can talk about your punishment later, Elizabeth. For now would someone explain to us what on earth makes you think it was okay to try and kill my daughter!” I snarked revealing my fangs to her.

Nikola stepped up taking her son from her father’s hand, eyeing him. She sniffed through some tears remembering everything she had done including making her own parents fight each other. “I am sorry about what I did..,I never meant to hurt you and dad. I just…I couldn’t handle the loss of Landon.”

“You don’t have to apologize, little Tribrid. I understand the pain. On two occasions your mother had to nearly die for me to turn my switch back on.” Klaus responded to her draping his arm over my shoulder. I lay my head on his shoulder intertwining my hand with his.

Hope stepped up offering her hand to the newly turned heretic. “We should get Aurora out of my sister's body before she regains control over her body.”

“Aurora de Martell. What he bloody hell is she doing in her body!” My husband asked, growing under his breath.

Clutching my freehand into a fist at my side I glared towards my eldest daughter like I was seeing Aurora’s eyes. That vampire nearly tried to tear Klaus and I apart during the years when the girls were younger. I didn’t trust what she said and let my jealousy get the better of me until now. “That red head vampire is still alive. I thought we took care of her years ago!”

“Easy you guys. We will take care of her…and it was a long story that we can talk about later.” Hope raised her freehand.

Lizzie shrugs her shoulders, finally meeting Nikloa’s gaze when she told her. “You know, I have to be honest. When Josie told me that you weren't too far gone, I didn't believe her.”

“Me neither….I am sorry for what I did to your father.” She apologized before the pair raised their hands performing the spell where we watched the red headed vampire body drop onto the floor leaving Nikola standing there holding her son before she dropped to the floor for a few minutes.

“How will we know that it worked?” I questioned the pair waiting for her to wake up.

Hope responded back seeing her sister sit up straight locking eyes with the girls. “I guess she’ll say something only the real her would know.”

“It worked. Panda promise.” She declares before the other two helped her stand and hug her knowing that she was her true self now. Sighing in relief Klaus kissed my forehead smiling that we had our daughters back.

Aurora shot us from the ground rising to her feet seeing all of us watching her, mostly speaking at Nikola and Hope. “You can't trust her. Once a Mikaelson, always a Mikaelson….hello Nik, have you missed me?”

“Aurora!” He breathes out flashing his werewolf eyes.

She stomped up twirling some of her hair when she finally noticed that I was standing at his side. “I assume that this former human isn’t making you happy or if she is maybe I will have to possess her body instead to get my revenge on you.”

Vamping as close as I could to her I grabbed her neck in my hands quickly snapping her neck dropping her body on the ground once more. “Nobody messes with the Mikaelson’s and gets away with it!” Turning to my family Klaus just smirked proudly at me where I could tell he was so turned on at what I had just done. “Now let’s go home, all of us.”

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Sayo's Route: Ecstasy Prologue

Sayo's Route Masterlist

-Sayo is at a phone booth, talking with her friend Lei

Sayo: Hey, Lei. It’s Sayo. Just calling for the monthly check in.

Lei: Hey, Sayo! I’ve got great news! Plan Escape Shitty Marriage is a go. My aunt has a room for you!

Sayo: …!

-Sayo is silent for a moment, staring at her feet, as she attempts to process what she just heard

Lei: Sayo? Are you there?

Sayo: Uh, yeah, I’m here….

Lei: So when can you get here? I can have my brother drive us there in the morning. 

Sayo: I…um…just need a little time to sort things out.

Lei: You do? I figured you would want to hop on a bus right away…

Sayo: Well…there’s a complication…There’s…sort of a guy in the picture now…

Lei: What?! You’re dating someone?! How have the guys you live with taken that?

Sayo: They aren’t too thrilled, to put it lightly…And we aren’t officially dating…but it’s that sort of relationship. I know I still need to go with the plan…Don’t tell your aunt anything yet. I just need a little time to sort my feelings out.

Lei: Of course. Call me again when you’re ready.

Sayo: I will. Thanks, Lei.

Lei: Of course. Night, Sayo. 

Sayo: Goodnight. 

-Sayo hangs up the phone before collapsing to her knees

(What am I doing…? Lei just told me that her aunt’s place is ready for me…I can finally get the hell out of here! Why am I hesitating? I should be getting on the first bus I can…! But…)

*Flashbacks*

Sayo: Fufu…You sound like a protective older brother, Yuma. 

Yuma: Hehe…Ya think?

Kou: You’re mine, so he basically is, you know? You pretty much have three older brothers now~

Azusa: Having a little sister…? Fufu…How nice…

Ruki: Fufu…She is a rather troublesome little sister, isn’t she?

Yuma: Hehe…Got that right.

Subaru: Walking away like that could have ended badly for you. You don't know how violent that guy is.

-Sayo shrugs

Sayo: It's fine. The tall one is the one that grabbed me before. Besides, if anything had happened, you were there to save me, right?

-She turns, giving him a cheeky grin. Subaru's cheeks flush

Subaru: Why, you…

Sayo: There’s a crepe truck at the park over there. Let’s go get some. 

Laito: Nfu~ Your wish is my command, Sayo-chan~

Ayato: Haah…You have Laito here. Do you really need me?

Sayo: We made a bet. Are you really backing out, Ayato? Besides, is it really that bad to do this kind of thing for once?

-His cheeks flush pink

Ayato: …I guess it’s fine…

Reiji: Your frustrated expression isn’t bad to watch, so it’s a perfect way to kill time.

Sayo: Teasing me, I see…

Reiji: I’m simply telling the truth. 

Sayo: Well, it isn’t bad to watch your focused expressions when you have to counter my good moves. 

Reiji: Fufu…Oh? I did not realize you watch me so intently. 

Sayo: Likewise.

Reiji: Well, don’t let me distract you too much. You won’t be able to win the game.

Sayo: Fufu…You wish you could distract me that much. 

Laito: Why does it hurt so much…? Tell me, Sayo-chan? I don’t want to hear you say that you belong to him. You can’t…Just stay like this here with me…If I say it, will you believe me? Please believe me, Sayo-chan…I l-

Sayo: Laito, don’t…Please…

-He holds her tighter

Laito: Ah…If you’re stopping me, that means you believe me and just don’t want to hear it, right? That’s what it means, right, Sayo-chan? I meant everything before now. Do you finally believe me?

Kou: I want to be the only one you’re going on dates with, Sayo-chan.

Sayo: You do…?

Kou: Yeah. It’s pretty funny…that I would ever become possessive…That I want you so badly. But it’s true. Maybe it’s because you’re Eve…but I don’t know. But what I do know is that I can’t keep taking it slow…

Kou: Be mine, Sayo-chan. Forget about those other guys. I won’t let them steal you from me…

*Flashbacks end*

-Tears well up in her eyes as her hands clench into fists

Sayo: Tch…Dammit…Dammit…Dammit…! How did this happen…?!

*Timeskip*

-Sayo returns to the Sakamaki mansion sometime later. She runs into Subaru in the garden

Subaru: What are you doing?

Sayo: Hey, Subaru. Just coming back from a walk. 

Subaru: That’s not what I mean. And don’t lie, I can smell that guy on you. 

Sayo: …Okay, yeah, I was with him. And then I went on a walk. 

Subaru: What you’re doing is stupid! Do you actually think it will work out? There isn’t going to be a sweet, happy ending! 

Sayo: What are you talking about…?

Subaru: Laito isn’t going to give you up to Kou. They’re going to wind up fighting each other if it comes to that. The one who gets hurt here is you if this keeps going. 

Sayo: …I don’t know what you’re talking about. Me and Kou are just friends. 

Subaru: Friends my ass. His scent is all over you. 

-He grabs her arm, pulling her sleeve up to point out the bite mark on her wrist 

(Oh crap…That’s where Kou bit me before I left his house…)

Subaru: And there’s this! You’re letting him drink your blood? 

Sayo: Alright, I get it, Subaru…

Subaru: I know you didn’t want to move here and didn’t get along with us at first. We all saw you as a pain because you didn’t behave and let us suck your blood. But it’s different now! We all told you that we wanted you to stay here when those guys first showed up. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? 

Sayo: You said that because of my blood! 

Subaru: Fuck…! Can’t believe I have to say this…It’s not just because of your blood, alright? The others think the same thing. 

Sayo: …! But…I’m difficult…and not even that friendly…

Subaru: But you still make time to have tea with Reiji almost every day and play chess with him? You do whatever I want to do when I drag you along with me? You play games with Ayato and Laito when they challenge you even if you complain a little? You don’t think we enjoy those things? 

(He’s right…I do all those things…but I didn’t really think it meant much to them…) 

Subaru: You can be more open. You can tell us if you want to do things. Laito has obviously tried to show you that. You don’t have to rely on those other vampires for that. What can they give you that we can’t? What’s the difference between us? 

Sayo: ….Kou wanted to be my friend. I haven’t had any since I moved here…and it was nice to feel wanted. I get what you’re trying to say, okay? That’s enough emotional talk for one night…

-Sayo rushes off towards the mansion

Subaru: Tch…Do you not think of us as friends…?

-Sayo locks her bedroom door behind her once she reaches her room. She slides to the ground, keeping her back to the door

Sayo: Dammit, Subaru…

-A few tears slip down her cheeks

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