#i heard a little bit more of that story my papa's been trying to tell btw

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The Family Business Ch.4

WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Chapter Notes: Brief mention of the red room nothing crazy

Summary: Natasha is nervous about finally having some personal time with Wanda’s family. You help her fight through those nerves. Meanwhile Wanda struggles to come to terms with how much of your growth she missed.

An: Posting consistently again got me feeling in my prime. No promises, but might post chapter 5 later this week instead of next monday.

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Once you were done with work, and had your flowers for Flora, you were ready to go to the Maximoff’s house. You’d sent a quick text to Dragos telling him that you’d bring Natasha with you, to save them an extra unnecessary trip.

You pack your things quickly and head to the car, Natasha follows behind you. When you get in the car, you finally notice the subtle nervousness of Natasha.

“Are you scared to meet Wanda’s mom?”

Natasha nods a little, “It’s more than that. You guys are the most important people in her life. She told me so herself. Dragos doesn’t like me yet, Pietro and I really just looked at each other, and I heard Flora’s got high standards when it comes to partners.”

“Well, they are the kindest people you could ever meet. All they'll care about is that you keep Wanda happy,” you insist.

“I think the kindness goes out of the window, when you find out your daughter got married to a Russian spy that tried to kill her,” Natasha mumbles.

 You try to offer her some comfort, “I’m not going to argue with that but, you’ll get a little break, when I tell them I like you.”

“Really?”

“If Wanda told you all about me, then you should know they've got a soft spot for me,” you’re a little embarrassed when you say it, but it’s the truth.

If Natasha notices your embarrassment, she doesn't bring it up, “Wanda says you’re basically a Maximoff every time she tells a story about you.”

You smile, “I like to think of them as my family too. There’s been plenty of times where I want to call Dragos, papa. That means there’s even more times when I want call Flora Mama.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“I don’t want to take the chance and ruin our dynamic.”

The Russian sighs as the house comes into view. “I think they’d both love it. The way Wanda tells it, they feel as though you're one of their kids.”

You park the car before answering Natasha, “Maybe one day.”

With the hydrangeas in hand, you head to the front door. Natasha tries to walk behind you, but you pull her forward so she’s next to you.

“This is a family you have to face head on. Those uncertainties you have, keep them close to you. Don’t let them see your nerves because they’ll pounce. Just remember that you love Wanda, and she loves you too,” your attempt at a pep talk seems to calm her nerves a bit.

“You said they were nice people. Nice people don’t have warnings.”

You roll your eyes, “Natasha you secretly married the daughter of a crime lord without ever meeting the family, there’s a shitload of warnings.”

The door swings open before you have the chance to knock. You find yourself being pulled into a warm hug. It’s only a moment before Flora’s hands land on your face. She turns your head a couple times checking that you are fine, before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Y/n, where have you been sweetheart? Too old to come see me anymore, huh? You’ve got bags under your eyes Malysh, have you been sleeping ok?”

You smile warmly at her antics, “I’ll never be too old to come visit my Flora. As a sorry, for being away I brought you these.”

Flora takes the flowers from you. “Always knowing how to get into my good graces, these are beautiful Y/n.” Her eyes dart to Natasha and you watch as her features go neutral.

 “You must be Natasha.”

The red head extends her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs.Maximoff.”

Flora shakes her hand, “Yes, if only we could've done this sooner. “

Natasha doesn’t shift at the words, but you can feel her nerves from besides you. Flora beckons you both into the house and you follow her into the kitchen. She grabs a vase for the flowers and begins to fill it with water.

“So, why Natasha?” She says as she places the flowers in the vase.

“I’m sorry?” Natasha is confused by the question.

Flora keeps her eyes on the flowers, “Why’d you pick the name Natasha? Natalia is a fairly pretty name, why not keep it?”

You weren't surprised that Flora had done some research on the woman. However, Natasha was taken aback by the question. She wasn’t expecting it, so it took her a moment to respond.

“As a spy, I have many aliases. However, Natasha never felt like an alias, she just felt like me. My parents and sister call me Natalia often just to tease me, but even they seem to like Natasha better.”

You decide to help the Russian out, “Are you close with your family, Natasha?”

She nods, “Very close. My parents took Yelena and I when we were very little. They saved us from some terrible people, I owe then everything. Though they'd never let me repay them.”

“Reminds me of us,” you say to Flora, who has now softened her gaze on the redhead.

Flora had a soft spot for children in tough places. You knew that's why she originally gravitated towards you, when Pietro first brought you around. This was the perfect topic to get Natasha on Flora’s good side.

“If we found you any younger you would've had our last name,” Flora places the vase the table. She eyes Natasha for a moment before asking about her childhood, “Foster care?”

Natasha stiffens a little, “Worse. Young girls all taken and trained to be weapons for whatever they needed.”

Flora’s eyes become glossy, “The red room.”

Natasha’s gaze was locked on the floor, “Yeah.”

It is a quick turn of events when Flora wraps her arms around Natasha. She holds the woman firm as she begins to speak in Russian. You don't understand all of it, but it seems that Flora was intimately familiar with the place.

“You two go and make yourselves comfortable while I start dinner,” she says finally releasing Natasha.

“You don’t want help?”

Flora shakes her head, “Go, relax malysh. I’ve got it covered in here.”

Instead of leading Natasha to the living room, you take her to the backyard. There is a beautiful large grass area, with a nice garden space in the corner. The patio has the perfect view of the sunset. You sit on one of the patio chairs and Natasha sits beside you.

“I think that went well,” you say to her.

“Thanks to you, it went really well,” Natasha looks at you gratefully.

You shake your head, “I didn’t do much.”

Natasha argues back, “I see why they call you the glue. If you hadn’t made your comment, she would’ve slighted me all night.”

“Don’t give me too much credit, you would've had her the moment you asked how many people she killed,” you joke, and Natasha gets a bit embarrassed.

“Sorry, I guess I just- “

You stop her, “It’s fine, Nat. I’ve been underestimated all my life. My first kill is symbolic to me, even in that pitiful state, I was able to snap someone’s neck. I remember all of them, though it’s not a lot, I also remember each one getting easier.”

She looks at you, “The longer it gets, the less you remember, and then one day you’re left with the memory of how you used to feel about it. Maybe it fills you with pride in the beginning, but eventually killing just leaves you feeling empty.”

Wanda comes into the backyard before you could answer the Russian.

“She’s not giving you too much trouble is she, Y/n?”

Natasha sends her wife a pointed look. You laugh at the interaction.

“She’s a pleasure to have around. I can see why you married her, regardless of the assassination attempt.”

Wanda tilts her head but keeps a smile on her face, “Telling our love story without me, my love?”

“It just came up. How was the meeting?”

Wanda plops down next to you before leaning back, “Apparently Kingpin is looking to expand his control. At least that’s what Hammerhead said.”

You clench your jaw at the mention of the large man, “He’s such a greedy bastard. He has the second largest market besides us. Which means he thinks he can take over us. I couldn’t imagine being a guy that big with no fucking brains.”

Wanda shakes her head and chuckles slightly, “You sound just like Papa. He was pissed when he heard.”

“How is he now?” You ask knowing he could get a little reckless when he was angry.

“For now, he’s alright. I told him we could use Kingpin’s greed as an example. We can crush him and in turn teach the others not to try to cross us.”

Your hands reach to rub your temples, “You make it sound so easy.”

“It will be,” you can hear the determination in her voice.

Natasha interjects, “I think Y/n has a point. It’s definitely easier said than done.”

You keep your composure, “Kingpin selling is a problem in itself, but the people should know better than to buy from him. Whoever is making purchases with him is not being loyal to us. That means he’s making allies, or rather he is taking our allies away from us. It strengthens his numbers while diminishing ours. He’s trying to start a revolution.”

Before it could be discussed any further Dragos appears, “We can discuss it more tomorrow. Tonight, we celebrate Wanda’s homecoming… and marriage. Dinner is ready.”

You’re the first out of your chair and into the house. It leaves Dragos some time with the couple.

“Remember we only talk business outside of the office, if it is absolutely necessary,” he reminds his daughter.

“She still gets that way?” Wanda asks referring to you.

He shakes his head, “She’s just started brainstorming and it’s hard for her to put it aside. She’s not that timid little girl anymore.”

Wanda lets out an irritated sigh, “Why does everyone keep saying that? I know her just like everyone else, papa. I’ve cared for her, I’ve trained her, and- “

“You missed 5 years of her life; you missed her graduation, you missed her putting all of her training to practical use, you missed her joining the family business. No one is saying that you didn't know her well, but you can’t act like you witnessed her growth.”

“It’s not my fault that I wasn’t there,” she speaks through gritted teeth.

“No one is saying it was, malysh.”

Natasha grabs her wife’s hand, “We’re celebrating you tonight like your father said. Let’s just enjoy this and eat. You never stopped talking about your mother’s cooking and the longer we spend out here, the colder the food gets in there.”

Wanda gets up from her seat, “You’re right. I’m sorry Papa, I’m just not used to being home yet.”

“It’s alright, her growth is startling. I still remember how I felt when Pietro told me she killed a boy. It was a shock; I didn’t want to believe it. She was so delicate that I couldn't picture her doing it.”

“Y/n killed somebody?”

Natasha nods, “She told me about it. Y/n actually has a little ledger, 8 people.”

Wanda’s eyes widen, “She told you about it?”

The conversation stops there, when you come back, “Flora said if you guys don’t come to dinner now that Piet and I can have your plates.”

“You’d eat Wanda’s welcome home meal, that’s pretty criminal even by our standards,” Natasha says pulling her wife along into the house.

“Oh 100%, you would too if you had Flora’s cooking.”

The playful banter continues, even once everyone is sat at the dinner table. Conversation flows freely, but Wanda doesn't contribute much. All that circles her mind is you.

Her father’s words echo in her head. She had missed some of the most important moments of your life. Wanda was scared to admit that she hardly recognized the woman you’ve grown into.

It bothered her. She was jealous that everyone got to see you blossom, but her. Even Wanda’s wife seemed to know things about you that she didn’t. It was a pill that she didn’t want to swallow.

Her little Krolik wasn’t so little anymore.

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#lowkeyerror #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wandanat x reader #wandanat #pietro maximoff

[disappointing-my-kid]

Im sorry I think I heard someone say angel Luigi? Like oddly born with wings? Learns to hid them? Magic? Maybe some sort of creature that latched on to baby Mario’s cries as a child? Shifted to match him but has the wings? Maximum Ride vibes? Hmmmmm. Trigun vibes? Maybe a lil bit of both!

Ok hear me out. But I warn you this isnt my typical post. Im tired and cold so it’s a mess but maybe ill clean it up later. Who knows.

Mario’s family was super freaked out at first but accepted it cause of how much it helped Mario. Like maybe he was sickly as a baby but this odd creature who looks like him is helping. Doctors told him he was gonna die. Now it’s a miracle. So they just raise Luigi too. Well guarded family secret. Maybe thats why Mario is so protective of his brother. Their mother believes Luigi an angel sent to save her lil baby boy. Their father thinks him a demon who will one day eat their little boy. Why else would it be helping if not for it’s next meal he claims. Luigi has no idea why he was sent here. Never a good enough reason for their father. Maybe their mother and Mario are the only two who really accept Luigi, rest of family share the fathers pov.

Idk how to tie this into bowuigi but just let me think of the middle part for now think of the end game!

Bowser finds an injured winged Luigi. Slap that man in a bird cage. Oops thats Luigi’s biggest fear. (Did you papa traumatise you Luigi or was it just me) anyway mans having a horrible time at all the bird puns. Yoikes hes heard those before get creative Bowser smh. Oops did he say that outloud? Well now Bowser is pissed. Someone is lucky their so pretty up in that cage. Oops did he say that outloud? Well now Luigi is blushing. GET THIS MAN SOME SKIPPY CLOTHING AND A GOLDEN CAGE NOW! Well now Luigi is mortified and horrified. Hes just a decoration now. Or a pet! Awww maybe they can give him a little collar. Oh how humiliating. Whats he got left now? Probably no more tears at this point. Hey Bowsers new pet doesn’t look so good. Oops someone stopped eating. Maybe actually be nice idk man you killing Luigi from the inside. Look at those soulless eyes. You did that Bowser you happy?

Cut to Bowser trying to bring some life back to Luigi. Awww hes making sure hes ok. Getting him food. An actual bed? A room? Who said the beast doesn’t have a heart? This is how Luigi remembers the story. Though he doesn’t understand why Bowser had a change. Of course Bowser saw the soulless eyes of someone begging for death and realised he done fucked up. Of course he never thought he would have greenie over this long anyway. Wheres that red pain in his side. It’s been ages? (Oops Mario is injured and thats why Luigi had his wings out. From protecting his brother. Maybe ill put Mario in a coma for sillies)

Anyway ever so slowly Luigi gets some pep back in his step. Though hes clearly more reserved. The kids (yes plural) helped. But Bowser can see the longing in Luigi’s eyes. The way the man just looks to the sky like an old friend. They had just started really getting along too. But if you love something set it free right? So he does. And Luigi doesn’t even hesitate. The moment he is uncollared (yea baby thats last to go lmao) and outside. The moment Bowser tells him to go he just takes off. As fast has those beautiful wings can take him. Can I get an F in the chat for Bowser and his broken heart.

Luigi is frantic to see how his brother is. Consumed with worry almost his whole stay in Bowsers castle. He could feel their link, their bond, and knew his brother needed him. Of course once he reaches Mario and grasps his hand Mario wakes up. Awww brotherly love (and nothing else ya goobers) is a magical sight. Literally Luigi is glowing and has wings. Neat says princess Peach.

Maybe once he is sure his brother is oi he can feel love sick about Bowser. And misses the kids. Now it’s Mario’s turn to see the longing look in Luigi’s eyes. Mario’s turn ti tell Luigi it’s ok to just go. Though he better tell his brother whats going on when he gets back. But maybe since im such a kind god ill make it painful for Luigi to show his wings. Like painful when they sprout. So he just walks to Bowsers castle. Who is probably smad. Lmao hes sad and mad. Though word filtered in of Mario being in a coma and he figured thats why Luigi needed to go. Anyway hes probably relieved to see Luigi back. So relieved he can feel mad about not even getting a goodbye. Oopsies. But they will make it. Im sure of it.

Ok I know this post is a mess but man I had to get this idea out of my head. I wanna draw it. And I just might.

#luigi #prompt post #winged au #Bowser #bowuigi #mario #angst #idk how to tag this one

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 21

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Hi babes! I really hope you've been enjoying the story! I've been writing a lot for you all, and I can't wait for you all to read it! I love you all! 💕 Thank you again for being here with me! Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: You and Bradley will finally have some alone time while Papa Mav does his first round of Papa duty. How will you spend it together? 😘

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: cursing, intentions of sex, and soooo much more love 😍

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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After Leia’s first official flight as Mav’s wingman, you all sat around and caught up. You and Bradley were on the couch while Mav was in the single sofa next to you. Leia was sitting on the ground in the middle of the carpet playing with some of her star wars toys she had gotten for her birthday and her new F-14 that Bradley had given her. Mav told stories of Goose to you and Leia. He talked about how much he loved Carole and Bradley. They were always his top priority, every decision he made, he made heavily with them on his mind. He told you and Leia they would have loved the two of you so much. 

“Jedi, come here for a second.” Mav gestured for Leia to come to him.

She picked up her F-14 and sat on Mav’s lap. She fiddled with her toy gently and inspected it. Mav was watching her as she did. She looked up at Mav and held up her F-14. Mav grabbed it from Leia and looked at Bradley. “Is this the one your dad gave you?” He smiled.

Bradley nodded, “It is.”

Mav inspected it, “God you kept great condition of it. Y/n I was there when Nick gave this to Rooster. We had been at Top Gun and our families were coming in to see us. I remember Nick was getting a gift for Carole and he saw this plane and had to get it for Rooster.” He held it up and looked at it.

“You’ve never told me this story Mav.” Bradley laughed. 

Mav raised his eyebrows and gave the F-14 back to Leia, “I totally forgot about this plane, Rooster.” Mav started talking to Leia while you both listened in, “Your grandpa was my best friend, Leia. I trusted him with my life. This plane you have is from him. You know Leia, I flew in one of these with your grandpa Goose when we were your dad’s age.”

Leia’s eyes widened and she shifted on Mav’s lap to look at him, “Oh that’s what I heard!” She winked at Mav.

Mav looked at her sideways and narrowed his eyes, “And how did you know, Jedi?”

Leia looked over at Bradley and smiled. Mav looked over at Bradley and smiled. “He told me when he gave me my plane! He said his daddy used to fly with you in one and that he also rode with you in one using the super special mission!” Leia straightened out her back and excitedly played with her F-14.

Mav nodded at Bradley and then looked back at Leia. He rested his hand on her belly, “Did he also tell you I shot down 3 other planes in that F-14?” He looked through his lashes at Leia while raising his eyebrows. 

She nodded her head exaggeratedly, “Yea! And he also said this plane is a bag of ass!” She held up the F-14. 

Mav looked at Leia shocked. His eyes went wide, his mouth flew wide open, eyebrows furrowed as he sat back in his chair. He looked over at Bradley. Leia was laughing super loud as she looked at Mav’s face. Bradley brought his chin down to his chest. Hiding his face from Mav. He had his eyes closed tightly and bit his lips trying to hold in his laughter. He started to become red from holding in his laugh. You sat there with the same expression as Mav as you chuckled slightly. You looked over at Bradley and noticed he was shaking trying to hold in his laughter. You hit him in the chest and his head flew up. His eyes were tearing up and he erupted. His laugh echoed throughout the hangar. He dropped his eyes into his hand and put his hand out for Leia to high-five. Leia jumped off of Mav's lap and ran to high-five Bradley. 

After she high-fived Bradley she returned to her toys and continued to laugh. 

“God, I love this girl.” Bradley continued to laugh as he pointed at Leia and looked at you. 

You giggled and shook your head, “You did not need to tell her that, Bradley.”

Mav sat there and shook his head. He crossed his arms and glared at Bradley, “That's really messed up, Rooster.”

Bradley continued to laugh, “I’m sorry Mav. I didn’t think she was going to say that.” He wiped the tears rolling down his cheeks. "I told her that stays between us."

Mav chuckled, “She’s a kid! They say everything, Rooster!”

Bradley started to take deep breaths to come down from his high, “Baby girl, you are not to say ass anymore. That's a bad word.” 

Leia looked up and nodded to Bradley, “How about hooooly shit?” She said so innocently and she smiled big.

Bradley started to laugh hard again and he looked at you, “HOLY SHIT, Y/N! SHE IS MY CHILD!” He threw his head back and started to laugh even louder.

Mav joined in with him and they laughed loudly together, “That is 100% Rooster, y/n!”

You scoffed and buried your face in your hands, “I’m dealing with 3 children.” 

Bradley leaned over and kissed your cheek, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart!” He leaned his forehead against your cheek as he came down from his laugh attack again, “Leia, No more bad words, baby.” 

Leia dropped her head, “Fiiiine.”

“So the story I was going to tell you about Goose and Carole….” Mav continued. He told the story of when Goose was reunited with Carole after being away from her while they were at Top Gun. It was filled with so much love. It was the sweetest thing you had ever heard of. You looked over to Bradley who was looking at Mav while he talked. He had his arm around your shoulder. You looked at him and smiled.

“She looked at him the same exact way you look at him, y/n.” Mav smiled.

This caused Bradley to look at you. Your eyes meet each other. You placed your hand on his chest and leaned into his shoulder. He placed a kiss on your forehead. “Hi, y/n. Are you enjoying the view?” He said softly to you.

You patted his chest, “I very much am so, thank you. It's a site that should be plastered on postcards everywhere.” You nuzzled into his shoulder. 

Mav watched your interaction. He put his head down slightly and smiled. “God, you two are just like them.” He looked back up and you two were looking at him, “I knew from the moment I met y/n she was it, Bradley.” 

Bradley dropped his head in embarrassment. “Mav, stop.” He shook his head and laughed. “But I know, she is definitely something else.” He looked at you again. You felt like your heart had stopped. Everything was so silent. 

“Momma I'm tired.” Leia stood in front of you and started to rub her eyes. 

Bradley gently grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to him. “Come here, sweetheart.” He got up and readjusted himself. Leia claimed onto the couch next to him and laid her head on Bradley’s lap. He ran his hand through her hair and played with it until she fell asleep. You, Mav, and Bradley all just looked at her as she was sound asleep. 

“Well, it is late. How about you all stay here tonight? Save yourselves the drive. I’ll even make breakfast for everyone in the morning.” He made sure to take care of you guys. He always offered for you to stay, and would always make food for you when you would. 

Bradley looked at you and placed his hand on your thigh, “So, what do you think?”

You placed your hand on him, “We’d love to, Mav. Plus, Leia has to help you put up the poster board she made for you.” You winked at Mav. 

“I'll show you all to the spare room.” He stood up. Bradley gently placed Leia’s head on the couch so he could get up. Then he picked her up and you all followed Mav. Mav lead you down a hallway where the spare room was. 

“You guys remember this room.” He opened the door. “There is only a full bed now, instead of two.”

Bradley looked at Mav, “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

You looked at your daughter and Bradley. “I have to share that little thing with these two? I know I’m small and all Mav, but Bradley and Leia are HUGE.” Your jaw dropped.

Mav just laughed and took Leia from Bradley. “No, you two will share it. I’m going to have Leia tonight. We will share my king and give her parent’s some alone time. Y’know, be a good papa.” He started to walk away. 

Bradley looked at you shocked and yelled over to Mav, “Or you know you can sleep on this full by yourself and let the 3 of us sleep on your king!” He threw his hands up and dropped them to his sides slapping his thighs. 

“Sorry, Rooster! I can’t seem to hear you very well.” He said as he started to climb the stairs.

You looked at Bradley and shrugged. Bradley put his hand over his face, “Unbelievable.”

He held the door open and gestured for you to go in. You went into the room and then Bradley after you. He sat on the bed and used his finger to gesture you over to him. You stood between his parted legs.

You were face to face with him while he sat on the bed. He rested his hand on your hips. “So Mav is doing his first round of papa duty. What do you want to do, mama?”

You smiled devilishly at him, “I have something in mind, Lieutenant.” You put your arms around his neck.

He pulled you closer to him and hummed. “Hmmm, and what is that, beautiful?”

You put your forehead to his and pulled him closer, “Something we will not do in Maverick’s spare bedroom, Bradshaw.”

He rolled his eyes and pulled back. “Such a tease, y/n.” You laughed while he sat back and shook his head in disapproval.

“I do have something in mind, Bradley.”

You released yourself from his grasp and went for your backpack. You pulled out a speaker and your old iPod from university. You turned around and put your hands up to show Bradley. He propped his hands on his knees and leaned forward.

“There is no way you just carry that thing around, y/n!” He looked at you like you were crazy, “I’m surprised you still have that thing. You know, there’s a thing on your phone now that’s called Apple Music so you don’t have to carry stuff like that around, y/n.” He raised his eyebrows at you. 

You rolled your eyes at him and gently tossed the speaker at him. “Let's dance, Bradshaw.”

He stood up and snatched the iPod from your grasp. He went to the desk and placed the speaker down. He had his back faced to you as he searched for a song.

“Man, these are all the hits from college, y/n.” He kept searching, “You don’t like to have any updated music?” He finally found a song it was, All My Friends Say by Luke Bryan.

 (Listen to it if you want besties for the best experience and to jam with them.)

Right as the beat dropped he turn to you and walked over to you dancing, stepping with each beat. You smiled and reached your hands out to grab his. He pulled you in like you were about to slow dance, except he held you close to him with his hand on your head and the other holding your hand up to his heart. Your legs weaved in with each other. You danced at a quick pace going with the beat.

“I got smoke in my hair, my clothes thrown everywhere.” 

Bradley started singing as he danced with you around the room. Getting really into the beat and swaying his hips around in an exaggerated movement for yours to mimic. He pulled you away from his chest and twirled you in front of him. Then you both started to do a little cha-cha. He was so good at dancing and you were okay. But you always had so much fun with him. He did a little spin and held your hands for a little before pulling away. He ran and jumped onto the bed and acted like he was holding a pretend microphone. 

“Aaaaand all my friends say, I started shooting doubles when you walked in!” 

You were at the edge of the bed whisper screaming and trying to grab onto his legs as if he were a rock star at a concert. He winked at you, “All my friends say, I went a little crazy seeing you and him!”

He jumped down from the bed and started to dance with you again. You sang together and ran around the room, jumping on the bed together, hoping it wouldn’t implode under both of your body weights. 

“I was a rockstar, party hard, getting over you comeback kid! Yay, I must have did, what all my friends saaayyyy! Yea Yea Yea!”

The guitar solo came on and Bradley was going in so hard on his air guitar. He stopped right before the verse kicked up and handed you a pretend microphone as he was still on his knee. And you sang, “I was Elvis rocking on the bar! Working the crowd pouring out my heaaarrrttt!!!” 

You were pointing out as if your were pointing to a crowd. Bradley continued with his air guitar while you both sang your hearts out. Putting on a show for your imaginary crowd. You two looked at each other yelling the last remaining words of the song as it came to an end and jumping on the bed. When the song ended you both plopped onto the bed trying to catch your breath and laughing. 

“Encore! Encore!” Bradley shouted in a whisper. “They want you to perform y/n. The crowd loves you!” He laughed still trying to catch his breath.

You looked over at him. “No, I think they’re wanting one for your rad air guitar solo.” You both laughed together.

He took your hand and placed your knuckles to his lips. “I missed you so much y/n. I missed this.” He smiled against your hand.

A small smile crept onto your face slowly, “I think our fans are waiting, Lieutenant.” You ran over to your iPod and picked another song. He got up in excitement and pretended to tune his guitar. You shook your head at him, God he gave you butterflies. The song you played was, She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy by Kenny Chesney. 

Bradley looked at you with his mouth wide. “Oh, there’s no way!” He threw his air guitar and grabbed you to dance again.

He held you close as you had before and danced at a quick pace with the beat as you both sang. You were taking in the way his chest vibrated against yours as he sang, the way his cologne smelled, the way his hands kept repositioning over your back. The way his body rubbed against yours, the way you started to kind of stick together as you both started to sweat slightly.

God, how was he so perfect? He was serious when he needed to be, loving when he needed to be, and always, goofy at the right times, he was so pure and genuine. He was his raw self with you and you absolutely devoured that. You loved him, more than you ever had. He was yours. 

“Come on sing it, baby!” He started to exaggerate his movements as you two intertwined your body together and danced. 

“She thinks my traaaaaaactor’s seeeexxxaaaaayyyy!” 

He pulled apart from you and intertwined his fingers on of his hands with yours. He bent over so you were face to face and you both sang together. You missed these days too. Just you, Bradley, and a good time. 

The two of you finally finished dancing around and you both sat at the edge of the bed. Laughing and trying to catch your breath. 

You took a deep breath, “Gosh, that was fun!”

Bradley straightened out his back, “I feel like I'm getting too old for this shit, y/n.” He put his hands over his head to open up his lungs.

You laughed at him, “You look like you just ran a mile!” 

Bradley’s eyes snapped right onto you as he gave you a frown. “For the record, I am in impeccable shape. It’s just late.” He laughed

“Oh no, you don’t have a bedtime at 6 PM like Mav, do you?"

Bradley cocked his head at you, “Pilots need to sleep too, y/n!”

“You’re only a year older than I am! Don’t be an old man, Bradley!” You poked him to annoy him. You mocked him in an old man's voice, “I need my dinner at 3 and my bed at 5.” You threw your head back and laughed at him. 

Bradley looked over to you and picked you up. You squealed as he threw you over his shoulder and spun around. “Be careful Bradley you might break a hip!” You laughed uncontrollably. 

He set you down and now you had nowhere to go. He had you between a wall and him. You looked at him and he stepped closer to you. Your back hit the wall and you looked at him. He placed his hands on either side of your head. “Now what were you saying about me being an old man, y/n?” 

You stood there, you knew you were gonna get it now. He leaned down to meet your gaze. Your breath became baited as he looked at your lips and smiled. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear and his fingers lightly lingered across your neck to your chin. You were completely still. His light grazing intensified. Your skin started to crawl, you wanted nothing more than just his touch. You missed it.

He slowly lifted your chin, “Where did all that talk go, sweetheart?” He caressed your chin with his thumb. You could feel his breath on your skin. Your knees started to feel like jelly. 

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, old man.” You smiled and kissed his thumb. 

He inhaled sharply and shook his head. “You really need to stop, y/n.” He moved his hand onto your shoulder and ran down it lightly until he connected it with your hip. He readjusted and with his other arm, rested his forearm on the wall above you. Your gazes were still locked with one another. It was silent. Just looking into each other’s eyes. He placed his other hand on your other hip and got closer to you. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. His mustache tickled your nose. He gave you a couple of pecks before his tongue started to dance around with yours. 

You were propped up on your tippy toes, you placed your hands on his biceps and he brought himself even closer. You both briefly opened your eyes as you kissed, nothing but pure love filled his eyes. Then he closed them again continuing to kiss you. You ran your hand onto his T-shirt and slowly helped him remove his Hawaiian shirt. You then ran your hands to the bottom of his T-shirt. He stopped kissing you for a second and pulled his shirt over his head. He was now shirtless in front of you. You looked him up and down and took it all in. He looked down at your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours. He brought them both up to his lips and kissed the back of your hands. Before he guided your hands back to be around his neck. He rubbed his hands up and down your sides as he placed his lips on your neck. You could feel his breath and you got goosebumps. He put his lips to your ear, “I think it's time for this old man to go to bed, baby. It's already past 6 PM.” 

You giggled and brought your hands to his cheeks and pulled his head back so you could see his face, “Take me to bed or lose me forever.” 

He smiled slowly, “Show me the way, honey.”

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I love Bradley with my whole heart. 😭 His first night back with you had to be like old times. The love only gets stronger from here, besties! But I think I am already so in love with him, I can't imagine there could possibly be more 😭 I'll see you in the next part! 🫶🏼

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 18

Single Dad!Bucky x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warnings: smut …it’s back…eheheh. Bucky Barnes’ Metal Arm (it’s a warning okay!), a lil thigh riding & a daddy kink  (and fluff of course), a teensy bit o’ angst? But it all gets resolved promise

a/n: we only have 2 chapters and an epilogue left in the main story friends! i do have a deleted scene that will be posted when the main story is done, and if you’re interested in sending any drabble requests to my Asks feel free! 

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Two months. It had been two fucking months since Bucky had touched you for anything more intimate than just a quick brush of your hair or a quick squeeze of your waist. Since that night out at Obsidian he had started seeing a therapist. When he told you the next day that he was going to start going to therapy you almost cried. In fact, if memory served you correctly, you did cry. Bucky seemed to be making good progress and he’d hold you a little longer but he was always cautious with his arm. If he held you he did it without the prosthetic. You knew it was because even after all the physical therapy he still didn’t trust the prosthetic, he didn’t trust himself. But that’s why he was seeing a therapist.

 He’d gone back to work, every bit of his body was hunched over on his first day back, as if he was trying to make himself as unassuming as possible. You had dropped him and the girls off that day and your heart had practically broken when you saw this hunk of a man walking towards the school with such little confidence. But then, you saw Avery slip her hand into his left one as Becca took his right and you froze. Bucky did too. You could tell he wasn’t expecting the light touch of the girls hands in his and you swore that he was trying his best not to flinch at Avery’s grip on his metal hand. But then his shoulders loosened. Some of the tension dropped away from his body and you could see the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips as the girls chattered about how excited they were to have daddy and papa back at school. 

That was a new thing to deal with, not that it was difficult to hear. Avery started calling Bucky papa not too long after she heard Becca refer to you as mama. That first night you and Bucky cried in each other’s arms. You were so happy. So. Immensely. Happy. And so was he…you thought. Not that Bucky had been acting too differently. He’d kiss you occasionally and occasionally it would lead to some impassioned, read: hot and steamy, make-out sessions but then he’d never take it farther. You’d even tried to give him a blowjob but he pulled you away at the last minute claiming he was tired before promptly rolling over and going to bed. It made you feel empty and unwanted. It made you start thinking. And when you started thinking you didn’t stop. 

 You thought about Bucky’s touches were light and they didn’t feel as impassioned as they had months ago. You started wondering if he was with you because he truly loved you or if at this point it was just a matter of convenience. Hell you even had a dream that involved the nasty Alyssa Williams with her arms wrapped around a shirtless Bucky, whispering things about how she could make him feel so much better and how you didn’t deserve him. You’d woken up that night drenched in sweat, chest heaving, to find Bucky sound asleep next to you. 

Whenever you would try to talk to Bucky and ask about his feelings and his thoughts he’d assure you he was fine and then he’d attempt to assuage you with a brief kiss that you always hoped would turn into something else. But that something else never came. And so you started spending later evenings at work. Truly, work was getting busy, but you were also practically begging Matt to let you read over the case he was putting together for Brock. After at least a dozen times of Matt telling you to go home, do your job, or leave him alone he finally gave in. Part of you genuinely felt bad. When you would have these late nights it meant Avery was spending more time either with your parents or with Bucky and Becca instead of you. And so you started planning smaller outings with just the two of you. Taking her for ice cream, going to a museum, going shopping, but Avery always wanted more. She’d beg for Becca to join, stating it wasn’t nearly as fun to go to museums without her best friend, or she’d beg for Bucky and Steve to meet you for ice cream. And who were you to tell her no? You had no good reason to deny her. You and Bucky were still going strong, though you weren’t certain you’d use that adjective to describe a relationship that had devolved to a couple make out sessions and occasional sleepovers, and so you always caved. 

Steve Rogers did his best to relieve some of the obvious tension whenever he was in the room. He’d crack jokes or he’d play with the girls but you knew that he could tell something was wrong. After Bucky began to see his therapist you wondered if he still told Steve everything but you weren’t about to ask. So either Steve was really good at reading a room, or he knew all about the ever-rising frustrations and tensions in your relationship. 

Wanda and Sam knew. Hell they knew everything. And they both urged you to talk to Bucky about your feelings. They swore that you’d feel better if you just told him how you felt and that you needed to feel physically wanted. But you refused. You knew it was stupid of you but you felt like bringing it up to Bucky would make it true, that it would cause your deepest fears to manifest themselves and then you’d lose the best thing that ever happened to you, besides Avery of course. Sam had told you that you were an idiot while Wanda just sat by and shook her head sadly. And then they had left you to think about what they’d said.

Tonight started out like any other late Friday night at the office. You’d texted Bucky that you’d have limited access to your phone while you did some work. You’d had Sam drop Avery off at your parent’s place after school. And you’d worked. And you’d worked. And you’d worked. Wanda came to say goodbye and beg you to go home but you ignored her and continued working. Maria had stopped by at the end of the day to remind you to eat and drink water but you’d just waved her off. You didn’t want to talk to any of them and so you just continued working. You switched it up a little. Moving between the case documents that Matt had sent you at lunch and the new project Tony wanted your help with. The last time you’d checked the clock it was 7. You were so enraptured by the documents before you that you almost missed the tap on your door and the subsequent creaking of the hinges, the telltale sign that someone had entered your office.

“What do you want Stan, I’m bus-“ you looked up at that moment to see it definitely wasn’t Stan in front of you. Instead, a hulking six foot two, brown haired blue eyed god with a fucking metal arm holding a bag of takeout stood in front of you with a sheepish grin.

“Sorry to disappoint, honey. I can get Stan if you want met to?”

You didn’t know what to say. You’d only really seen Bucky that week when you had dropped Avery off at school and the texts between the two of you were limited since he was prepping for the last couple weeks of class. It seemed in that moment all you could really say was,

“Bucky,” your voice was breathy and you just barely stopped your hand from reaching out to him, as if your body wanted, no needed, to touch him to make sure he was really there.

“In the flesh and vibranium, sweetheart,” he joked. He actually joked. It wasn’t a forced joke like he didn’t know what else to say. It was said with a smooth confidence as if he’d been practicing that one for a while. It was so unexpected you actually snorted in response. The sound that came out of you made Bucky’s sheepish grin turn into a full blown smile as he laughed. He set the food down on your desk and walked around so he was standing right next to you. He outstretched both arms before teasing you again, “you gonna sit there and gawk or you gonna give me a hug, darlin’?”

That Brooklyn drawl broke you out of your stupor and you practically flung yourself into Bucky’s arms. Both arms, metal and flesh, wrapped you up in a hug that set your body on fire. You never wanted to let go, but you had some questions for the beautiful man in front of you.

“What are you doing here? How’d you get in? Is everything oka-,” but you were cut off again with Bucky’s laugh as he moved his left hand to cup your face. The cold of the vibranium seemed to ground you and make you realize, he was really there.

“Everything’s fine, I just brought you dinner, baby. I know you’ve been working so hard recently and I feel like I haven’t really had the chance to see you or talk to you and Becca’s staying with my ma so here I am,” he shrugged nonchalantly before adding, “and Stan let me in. You know he loves me.”

His flippant attitude was a direct contradiction of the Bucky you’d been in contact with the last two months. You knew he was working hard with his therapist but him being here was showing you just how much progress he’d truly made. It made you start to regret practically icing him out. And watching Bucky stand in front of you and unpack the takeout made you realize just how bad the two of you needed to talk. As he reached into the bag to pull out a container of lo-mein you stopped his hand and just looked at him, waiting for Bucky to face you. At your interruption he turned to look at you, confusion glittering in his eyes, and so you took a deep breath and took your chance.

“Bucky, I’m so sorry. For everything. For practically ignoring you the last couple weeks for-for not being as appreciative of you as I should be. For not being there when you needed me. I’m a horrible partner and I promise I’m going to fi-,” you barely finished your apology before Bucky was interrupting you by taking your hands in his and lightly shushing you. 

“Honey, you have nothing to apologize for. If either of us needs to apologize it’s me. Ever since my accident I have iced you out or I have neglected you in ways that I never meant to. I was so scared of hurting you that I didn’t even realize that…well…that I was already hurting you by ignoring you. Y/N I love you more than I have ever loved another person, besides Becca of course. You are the light to all of my darkest days and you never fail to make me appreciate my life. I will never be able to thank you enough for coming into my life and making me realize that I would be lost in this universe if it wasn’t for you. You’re not a horrible partner, you never could be a horrible partner, even if you tried.” Bucky ended his monologue on a light note, his chest practically heaving with emotion as he spilled his heart in front of you. And so you pulled him in for another hug, squeezing your eyes shut as tears crossed the threshold to run down your face.

“I love you, Bucky Barnes. Forever and always,” you breathed before looking up at him and placing the lightest of kisses on his lips. You intended for the kiss to be light and soft, an airy reminder that you were here for him but Bucky had other plans. When you began to move away, he used both hands to pull you into him and he kissed you with a renewed passion. This kiss was a lot hotter than the first. There were teeth and tongues, and hands roaming wherever they could. Bucky’s left hand left your waist and slid down down down until he grabbed a handful of your ass making you moan into the kiss. He tongue that moment to slide his tongue into your mouth and slot his thigh in between your legs. He used his left hand again to squeeze and roll you into him. You gasped at the delicious feeling of his jeans rubbing you just right and Bucky noticed, his lip twitching, threatening to break into a grin, as he continued pushing you back and forth back and forth until you were close to cumming on your thighs. And right when you were on that precipice he stopped and pulled away from you completely. Your only response was a disbelieving noise at the rejection. You opened your mouth to complain but Bucky shushed you lightly as he scooped you up and turned around quickly, depositing you in your chair. Followed by a light kiss as his hands began to unbutton your pants and then he kneeled down to take off your shoes and to peel your pants off your legs. You lifted your hips to allow him easier access and you could see the tent in his own pants. Your body ached with the need to touch him but oh he wasn’t making it easy. When your pants came off Bucky was touching your thighs lightly, fingers dancing up to your hips to pull off your panties. The contrast in his two hands, one warm and one cool, could’ve made you cum then and there but then he was raising your leg and placing light kisses down your thighs.

Bucky fucking Barnes in between your thighs was an image you needed burned into your brain for the rest of eternity. He looked at your body like you were Aphrodite herself. Normally, you’d be a little more shy and reserved but you’d gone so long without getting this far that you decided to have a little fun yourself. So you started unbutton your top and pulling it off your arms, then you reached to unclasp your bra, silently patting yourself on the back for wearing the front-clasp one. Once you were completely bare in front of him, you looked at Bucky with one eyebrow raised. As if daring him to continue. He merely took that as a challenge and raised his own brow in response. And so you took matters into your own hands. You moved your hands up your stomach and over your breasts, your fingers pinching and rubbing at your nipples, which were becoming dangerously hard. Bucky’s eyes were dilated to the point where you could barely see the blue of his iris. They were practically black with need and next thing you knew he was settling between your thighs and eating you out like you were his last meal on earth. A low, throaty moan left your mouth as Bucky began spelling his name on your clit with his tongue, your thighs beginning to shiver, but he held you down to the chair. You moved your hands to thread through his hair when he ripped his head out of the way. 

You gasped at the sudden stop in pressure that felt just ohsogood and Bucky growled, “I didn’t fucking tell you to stop, keep playing with your nipples til you come, honey.” You stared, mouth agape, and then he got back to work, adding his metal fingers to the mix to stretch you out. The coolness of the metal had you gasping for breath at the new sensation. So you did as he said, you continued playing with your nipples until your vision went blurry and you were a gasping, moaning mess in his arms. Everything was a blur when you were suddenly scooped up, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as Bucky swiped the paperwork and food off your desk and laid you down on top of it. You sat up quickly and pulled him down for a hungry kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue and swallowing Bucky’s moans yourself. 

You heard Bucky fumbling with his belt and the telltale sound of his pants hitting the floor and you just barely managed to gasp, “shirt off, mmm wanna see all of you.”

He obliged and you sat there for a minute, ogling your partner in all his naked glory. Bucky’s chest was heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing. You took that chance to lean forward and kiss a line down his chest, your hand reaching for his erection, but Bucky stopped you. Using his metal hand, he pushed you down to lay back on your desk and you were powerless to stop him. You wanted to complain, wanted to tell him how bad you needed to taste him, but then he was whispering in your ear.

“Darlin’, I can’t wait anymore.”

He entered you in one swift motion. Your combined moans echoing off the walls of your office. He paused after he was fully seated, obviously wanting to make sure you were okay, and you took charge by rolling your hips to meet him and force him to start thrusting. His paced picked up and he was holding your hip with his right hand while his left tweaked your nipples. The pain and the pleasure causing your eyes to roll back in your head.

“Fuck honey, so fuckin’ tight. God I’m an idiot, don’t know why I denied both of us this- oh fuck do that a-fucking-gain,” he spoke lowly, his voice practically a growl as he continued to pound into you. You had swiveled your hips as you met each of his thrusts, taking him deeper and deeper.

“Bucky, fuck. James. Harder. Deeper. Daddy plea-,” you whined and moaned, not even realizing what you had said until Bucky paused. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes until you saw his face. His mouth hung open, his eyes fully black now. Like you had put him into factory reset mode. Then you realized what you’d said. You felt your body warm from embarrassment and went to apologize but were cut off by Bucky slamming his lips into yours. His pace picked up and was getting more erratic and you could feel yourself tightening and growing closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, this tight lil pussy was just made for daddy’s cock huh? Can feel you pulling me in deeper and deeper. Cum on daddy’s cock, darlin’. Be a good girl, that’s it, oh fuck, baby, FUCK!” Bucky came inside you with a growl, his words and the feeling of him inside you at last triggered your orgasm as well. You both laid on your desk for a little longer, your breathing evening out and you wiped at the sweat that had formed on Bucky’s brow. Twin satisfied smiles on both your faces until you came around and realized that dinner was now on the floor and you didn’t exactly have a washcloth at work to clean you up. Not able to stop, you started to giggle. And your laugh was so contagious that Bucky also joined in. You sat like that, him still inside you, laughing and laughing until you could barely breathe. His blue eyes twinkling with laughter, amusement, and love. You could see it in his eyes just as you were sure he could see it in yours. 

“Looks like dinner’s ruined,” you said thoughtfully, brushing a piece of Bucky’s hair from his face. 

A lopsided grin tugged on his lips as he kissed you and whispered, “mmmm I had mine already.”

The cheeky tone had you rolling your eyes as you kissed him again and he pulled out. You both hissed at the departure and went to try and regain some semblance of “professionalism” so you could leave work without embarrassing yourselves in front of Stan. So you gathered the food and the papers, quickly rearranged the desk and the two of you slipped out the door towards Bucky’s car. You waved Stan off and told him to have a good night, that Bucky would be taking you home, and he just smirked at the two of you as he waved goodbye. 

Bucky parked in the parking garage around the corner from your building so you used your walk to talk about the last couple of weeks. How his therapy appointments were going, how the case was shaping up, how you missed each other and the girls. And you just talked. You were approaching his car when you heard a noise. It was quiet at first, if you weren’t listening well you wouldn’t have heard it. But then it was there again. Like a struggling little noise. And it was coming from the other side of Bucky’s car. You quickly let go of his hand and walked as quickly and quietly as you could when you laid eyes on the tiniest little cotton ball of a kitten you’d ever seen. 

“Aww Bucky look,” you whispered as you crouched down to the cat’s level. Bucky did the same as you offered your hand out to the cat to sniff. Warily, the kitten walked up to you and sniffed your hand. But that wariness quickly changed to affection as the kitten was rubbing against your leg and attempting to do figure eights between Bucky’s. You laughed and picked up the kitten and cooed nice things in its ear. You knew. The second you picked her up you knew you’d found the newest addition to your little family.

“Bucky look at her, she’s so sweet and Avery and Becca would just love her so much and I think she’s alone and she needs a family!” It was like you were begging for Bucky’s approval, but you already knew you had it judging by the way he was petting her with such reverence. And that reminded you. You wanted this kitten for your family. A family separated by two different apartments at least twenty to thirty minutes apart. 

Before you knew it you were blurting out, “move in with us!” Bucky’s head whipped to yours, his eyes burning into yours as if he was trying to figure out if you were serious or not, so you continued, “I’ve been wanting to ask for a while but I knew your lease didn’t end until the end of the school year and well…here we are…” 

You studied Bucky’s face as the silence blanketed the two of you. You cleared your throat, wanting to make sure he understood that you understood if he didn’t want to but you were interrupted by him pressing a deep, loving kiss to your lips. Your lips moved against his and you would’ve continued if it weren’t for a tiny furry paw batting at your cheeks. The two of your broke apart and you felt the need to ask, “is that a yes?”

Bucky grinned.

“It’s a hell yes.”

And so the two of you got into Bucky’s car and took Alpine home, and began to prepare how you were going to tell the girls that they were moving in together and that they had a cat. The court case against Brock was further from your mind than it had ever been.

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Fine Line – Kesha for this Ask Game

I've been hiding my anger, but bitch look at me now

I'm at the top of the mountain, with a gun to my head

Am I bigger than Jesus, or better off dead?

There's a fine line between genius and crazy

There's a fine line between broken and breaking

Spent my whole life tryna to change what they're saying about me

Sick of walking that fine line

Ficlet:

Just like the water balloon Will had overfilled last summer, El feels like she’s ready to pop. It’s like, she’s a balloon. She’s always been a balloon. In the lab, it’d been easy. Papa told her what to fill herself with, told her when to persevere, and when to pop.

Now? Everyone tells her everything all the time. In California, Jonathan had been disappointed when she’d smacked that bully in the face. But when Hopper had found out, he’d clapped her on the back and laughed, liked he was proud.

Who is right?

She hopes it’ll be easier, back in Hawkins. And it is. Max whacks ankles with her cane if anyone so much as scoffs at her, and she has Mike, and all her other friends. But math still turns to mush in her brain, and she still spends long days trying to sit still in quiet classrooms that remind her far too much of locked playrooms.

Now that the Upside-Down is gone, it’s like something in her has atrophied. Will’s flourishing without the Mind Flayer tethering him down. Like, every gate closing has awoken something in him where the shadows used to be – something talkative and confident and happy. El is happy, too. For him.

But where does that leave her? The unwilling weapon. The one to save their lives when all the chips are down. What’s the point of sitting quietly in a droll classroom compared to saving her own little corner of the world?

Hopper tells her that it will settle down within her. He rubs her shorn head roughly and tells her that thing inside her that’s always waiting to fight will grow dormant. El doesn’t believe him.

Everyone is surprised when all the windows shatter, seemingly without provocation, one day in Mrs. Click’s class while El is being reprimanded for her poor performance on a test. El’s not surprised. She’s an overfilled balloon, of course she’d burst.

Dustin gives her a look, wide eyed and panicked as everyone else begins shrieking. She pointedly doesn’t meet his gaze. There’s nothing really to say.

But word travels fast around the party. It’s not Joyce who picks her up after school – it’s Steve.

She hasn’t spent much time with Steve, but she’s heard stories. Dustin especially admires the boy, but even Mike has a little bit of admiration tucked away for him. It’s Max’s opinion that makes her get in the car, though.

Max, who’s sullen and euphoric in waves now that she’s at half-sight and half-mobility. Friends and parents have dropped out of her life in the strain, but Steve’s name falls out of Max’s mouth every other sentence. Steve, who lets her stay at his house sometimes. Steve, who goes grocery shopping with her, who helped her clean her house. Who roughhouses with Max the way no one else will anymore.

El gets in the car.

There’s upbeat music playing quietly from the speakers. He bops his head to it as he pulls away from the school.

“What’s up, Supergirl?” he asks, hands on the wheel, eyeing her from his sideways vantage point.

No one calls her Supergirl anymore. There’s nothing left to save.

“You picked me up,” El says, sullen and euphoric in waves.

Steve laughs, barking and ugly. It makes El smile down at her shoes. “Dustin called me, you know,” he says. El’s smile curls down as something pit-like sinks into her stomach.

She watches the fractals of evening light bounce around on her legs, waiting to be reprimanded. It doesn’t come. The song changes, something more droning and somber as El looks up from her feet.

Steve’s staring out the windshield, still smiling. “I still sleep with my bat under my bed, you know.” She nods, doesn’t know what to say. “And I drive around sometimes, making sure all you kids are safe.”

El feels her brow furrow as she looks at Steve. She doesn’t know him well enough to read his expression. “The Upside-Down is gone,” she says, echoing Hoper and Joyce, and Mike, and almost all her friends.

Steve laughs again, but El doesn’t think he actually finds it funny. “I know!” Steve says, still smiling. “Robin’s been saying that same thing to me, but you know what?”

Lucas had taught her about rhetorical questions, so she waits a while before realizing she should answer. “No, I don’t know what.”

He glances over at her. “I don’t feel like it’s over,” he says quietly, like it’s a secret between the two of them, before bursting out a drawn-out sigh. “Everyone’s acting like it’s all over so we should move on, but how do I do that?”

El analyzes his profile. His eyebrows are pinched but he’s still smiling. She thinks he looks sad. “I miss it,” El whispers.

Steve pulls over and turns the key in the ignition. He turns his whole body to look over at her. “The Upside-Down?” he asks.

She shakes her head. “Being Supergirl.”

His lip quirks back up, small and just on one side as he looks up at her growing-out hair before looking back down to meet her gaze. “You’ll always be Supergirl,” he says, talking through her scoff. “But it’s gotta be tough going from saving the world to flunking algebra.”

El scoffs. “I am not flunking!” she says, indignant. “I have a C!”

“Hell yeah, Supergirl!” he says, beaming as he reaches over the console to slap his hand against hers.

“Max has helped.”

Steve hums, sits, and waits to see if she has anything else to say, but she’s a water balloon, recently emptied, so she stays quiet.

He starts the car and drives.

It isn’t until he’s pulling up to her house, Hopper standing on the porch with crossed arms and a glare on his face that she speaks. “It is hard,” she says.

Steve nods, staring out into the dark woods like he’s expecting something to come barreling out of it. “I know,” he says. “Walkie me if you want me to kidnap you to go beat the shit out of the trees with me or something.”

El smiles, feels the way it stretches her cheeks almost painfully with the force of it. “Thank you, Steve,” she says, hopping out of his car with a wave.

She walks up to her house, ready now, to meet her destiny; even if her destiny is being yelled at by an overprotective Father and grounded for three weeks.

It’s still hard, but it’s a little easier when it’s shared with a friend.

#thank you. definitely got carried away!!! #ended up a character study bc I've never written el before #jane hopper #my fic #asks #Spotify wrapped fanfic ask game

[bedbellyandbeyond]

Rowan

(Story Post)

It was late after a long day when Dante got up to check on Okito. Usually Yori took care of it, but the spirit had a work meeting early the next day and Dante had volunteered for overnight baby duty. Dante shuffled out of bed like a zombie and scooped the baby up from his bassinet, gently hushing and cooing as he did. Okito calmed down a little but still fused so Dante did the sniff check. Since the test came back clean, he figured he was hungry and sighed, carrying the baby downstairs. One microwaved bottle later, Dante and Okito were headed back up to bed. While he had quieted down, the baby immediately sounded the alarms again the moment Dante tried to put him back down. No matter how carefully or slowly he tried to lower him into the bassinet, that little face would contort again and then the sobs would start. “Okay, okay,” Dante hushed, cradling him. “Hang out with Papa. Papa doesn't need to sleep anyway…”

Since he was already up, and he didn't know if he'd ever get back to sleep now, Dante took Okito with him down to his home office. He figured he could maybe get a bit more programming done for his game while Okito fell back to sleep. Dante slung him up to his chest with a baby wrap and freed his hands for coding. Before he knew it, an hour went by. Okito had been fast asleep for a little bit now, but Dante had mostly forgotten his goal and was absorbed in his work. The thing that finally pulled him from his sleep was the sound of the office door creaking open a tad. Dante whirled his chair around in surprise, instinctively pressing Okito closer to his chest, but quickly dropped his guard. Just in the doorway was a little red head peeking in, eyes wide. “Rowan,” Dante breathed, relaxing himself. “You scared me buddy. Why're you up?” “Couldn't sleep…” Rowan mumbled. Dante sighed and opened his arms. “Bad dream?” Rowan shook his head and stepped forward a bit, but didn't meet Dante's embrace. “Papa. I…um… Can I ask you something?” Dante nodded quickly. “Of course. Just come closer and speak softly. I just got your brother to sleep.” Rowan pursed his lips and shuffled over, coming to stand beside Dante's desk. “What do you want to ask me?” Dante probed. Rowan looked down and away nervously. “You know how I like pink and…and skirts. And I like my hair long?” Dante nodded quickly. “Yeah?” “You and Daddy and Mama…and everyone always told me that's okay and boys can like those things,” Rowan said. “Of course,” Dante said. “Liking things doesn't have to be about gender.” Rowan nodded. “But I… I feel like, maybe… I want to be a girl.” Dante tried not to react too extremely at risk of waking the whole house, but his heart was racing and he couldn't help a big smile breaking across his face. “Yeah? Is that how you feel?” Rowan nodded, finally looking up at Dante with big frightened eyes. “Is that okay?” Dante’s heart swelled. “Of course that's okay. Rowan, however you feel is how you feel. It's you who decides who you are. If that means you're a girl, you're a girl.” A little smile broke on Rowan's lips. “Really?” “Yes, really. Aw, buddy. Come here.” Dante wrapped a free arm around Rowan and pulled his child into his chest, mindful not to squeeze Okito. “Thank you for telling me. I love you.” Rowan gripped Dante's back tightly and he heard a sniffle at his shoulder. “Oh, kid. It's okay,” Dante said, pulling away enough to wipe Rowan's face. “You must be a bit overwhelmed. It's okay. It's okay. Oh, do you want me start calling you she?” Rowan nodded quickly, using her fist to try to wipe her tears away. “…What about Skylar?” “What about Skylar?” Dante asked. “Did she say something?” Rowan shook her head. “No, but… She's the girl. She likes being the girl.” Dante chuckled a little bit. “I know, but… Trust me. Your sister loves you. It'll all work out. I promise.” “You really promise?” Rowan asked. “Yes. Absolutely, I promise,” Dante insisted. “Do you have any other questions for me?” Rowan shook her head. “No… Not right now…” “Okay. Well I've got one.” Dante patted her head. “Do you want me to be quiet about this or do you want me to talk to Daddy and Mama for you?” Rowan wrung the bottom of her pyjama shirt. “…Can you tell them? I don't want to do this again…” “Yes, of course I can. No problem.” Dante was ecstatic, knowing he got to break the news. “But I want to tell Marco and Sky,” Rowan added. “Yes, I think you should. That's fair,” Dante agreed. “Do you want me to be there when you do? Moral support?” “Maybe… I don't know yet.” Rowan sighed. “I…I want to go to bed now.” Dante chuckled a little bit again. “Okay. Come on, I'll tuck you in.” “Okay.” Dante escorted Rowan back to the kids’ room and made sure she was comfortable. Once she was all tucked in, he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Good night, Rowan.” Rowan smiled as she closed her eyes. “Night, Papa.”

The next morning, Ruben got up a little late and headed downstairs. Yori was already up making breakfast in the kitchen with Okito on his back, while Dante was passed out face first at the kitchen table. “What the heck's wrong with him?” Ruben asked, snapping his fingers in front of Dante's face. “Hey, wake up! Are you drunk?” “He's not drunk,” Yori said, working on putting chocolate chips in his pancake mix. “He just stayed up all night so he could make sure that Rowan coming out wasn't just a dream.” “So much for… Wait, Rowan what?” Ruben asked, dumbstruck. “You know how we all knew she was probably a girl?” Yori said. Ruben's jaw dropped. “Rowan came out? Like came out came out?!” Yori nodded. “Mmhm. Last night after Okito woke up.” Sniffling started to come from the head on the table, and Dante slowly started to sit up, tears starting to stream down his face. “And she came out to me!” “Why are you crying?” Ruben asked. “Because! She came out to me! Just me!” Dante blubbered. “You're both so much better with the kids than I am, but she was comfortable coming out to me!” Ruben sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah… Well, you probably just got lucky! You were the only one awake! Don't make this about you!” Yori chuckled. “You guys are funny.” Dante reached for Ruben and grabbed him around his waist. “Ruben!” “Yeah, what?” Ruben asked awkwardly. Dante looked up into Ruben's face with sincere eyes. “Our baby came out of the closet!” Ruben exhaled and rubbed Dante's shoulders. “She did…” “What do we do now?” Dante asked. “Do we do something? Do we-do we throw a gender reveal party for her?!” “I mean, isn't that for foetuses?” Ruben asked. Dante shook his head quickly. “No, foetuses can't come out of the closet. It's for trans kids now.” “Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves… We don't know if she's even told Marco and—” That very moment Skylar came barreling down the stairs, dragging Rowan down with her. “I HAVE A SISTER!” she shouted proudly into the kitchen. They'd picked out matching skirts and both had their hair back in hair bands. Their parents couldn't help but laugh a little. “That settles that,” Dante said. Marco came trudging down behind them in a matching outfit as the girls. Ruben raised an eyebrow. “Marco, are we just matching today or…” “Just matching,” Marco said, shrugging. “Skylar said we should.” “Well, you all look great,” Dante said. “Very pretty.” Rowan smiled a little and Skylar beamed at her. “Do a twirl!” Skylar insisted. Rowan put her arms out and twirled on the spot, her skirt fluttering around her like flower petals. She started to giggle and her triplets joined her, twirling about and cheering each other on. “No fair. I want to twirl!” Yori said, putting his mixing bowl down with a huff. “Dante, Ruben! Why don't you own any skirts?” “It's not our fault you refuse to have your own wardrobe,” Dante responded. “Skirts aren't really my thing.” Dante suddenly heard a sniffle and looked up to see Ruben starting to tear up. His partner quickly tried to hide it, wiping his eyes. “Aw, babe…” Dante took Ruben's hand and the other gripped it tightly. “I'm not crying…” Ruben stated. “It's okay. I'm proud too,” Dante said. “I want a skirt!” Yori was saying as he angrily continued mixing his pancake batter. “I want a skirt!” Dante chuckled and sighed getting up. He went over to Rowan and stopped her mid twirl, taking her shoulders gently. “Hey kiddo. What do you think? Should we go clothes shopping today? Maybe get Daddy and Papa some skirts, and maybe a few more things to freshen up your wardrobe?” Rowan beamed up at him. “Really?” “Of course,” Dante said. “Can we get ice cream?” Yori asked excitedly. “You have a meeting, remember?” Ruben reminded. “And you're making chocolate pancakes.” Yori glowered at Ruben. “The meeting will be fast.” His husband sighed. “Okay, maybe after Yori's meeting, we can get ice cream…” Ruben submitted. “Yay!” Skylar swished her hips to make her skirt sway side to side. “Okay, okay. Everyone calm down,” Dante said. “Go…bother your uncle next door until breakfast is ready.” “We gotta tell Zio Lino!” Skylar said, excitedly grabbing Rowan's hand and dragging her to the door. “Skylar, let Rowan tell people when she's ready, okay?” Dante called after them, as the children ran off. He sighed and rubbed his neck. “That kid…” Ruben patted Dante's head. “They'll be fine.” “Dante?” Yori said, slinging Okita around to the front. “Yeah?” “Finish the pancakes. Okito did a poo.” “Ah, okay. Okay.” “I'll set the table,” Ruben offered. “Thank you, babe.” “No problem.”

#lore #Dante #Okito #Rowan #Ruben #Yori #Skylar #Marco #Happy Pride everyone

[tsugarubecker]

Preview of a fic I’m working on! This is gonna be a long one. Just spat this out in a bit of a writing sprint, it will undoubtedly be edited later on. But for now, check it out if you’d like. TLDR it will eventually be the story of how Mike and Will wind up talking about The Painting. Chapter one is from El’s POV. Enjoy

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None of them have been doing much of anything useful since they got back to Hawkins.

There isn’t much to do at the moment, frankly. The Upside Down is spilling into Hawkins through massive, sickly, gas-retching gashes in the earth. Red and pulsating like lava. The spores get thicker every day. They stay in the house. All of them. The Wheelers’ house is big enough to house the whole party and all their family members, partners, and tag-alongs, thankfully.  

It’s been three weeks. Max hasn’t woken up.

Vecna also hasn’t made a move. El is grateful for that, at least. She’s recovering – physically, mentally, emotionally. She’s gained Hopper back. She’s lost her first big fight, causing her to wonder if Papa was right about her abilities.

She’s lost Max. Maybe for forever.

When she’s not putting on a mask and braving the spores outside to go out and see Max at the hospital, she’s at home. Mostly sleeping. Her body and mind are tired. She’s recovering, and she thinks – she hopes – Vecna must be doing the same. She’s grateful, at least, for the reprieve. She knows it can’t last long. Before long something is bound to shift – she just hopes she’s ready for it when it does.

When she’s not with Max or sleeping, she’s with Hopper or her brothers or Joyce. Sipping coffee, eating toast or eggos, talking quietly. Sometimes she’s with Dustin. Or Lucas, at the hospital. And every so often with Mike, although things have been awkward between them.

They haven’t exactly… Talked About It, yet.

And she knows they have to. She just can’t even begin to decipher what words to use to say what she needs to say. She can barely even tell, most days, what it is she needs to say. Let alone what she actually wants to say.

It’s easier to pretend she can’t see his eyes trying to catch hers across the hallway as she moves past, headed to the bedroom she’s sharing with Holly and Nancy for another long nap.  

But today is different. She couldn’t scoot by. He caught her off guard while she sipped coffee at noon with Hopper. She was peering over Hopper’s shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the funnies when something moved in front of her eyes, blocking her view. Her eyes refocused. Comic books.

“Want to come read with me instead of trying to read over yer Dad’s shoulder?”

She looks up at Hopper. Catches his eye. She swears six different conversations fly between them as he raises his eyebrow at her. “...Yeah, go on, kid. I’m not gonna be done with this paper for a while.”

Trapped. She makes a subtle face at Hopper that Mike can’t see and resists the urge to roll her eyes. “Okay.” She gets up. Mike is standing there bouncing a little on his toes, looking nervous. “...Where are we going,” she asks.

“Oh! Uhh. To my bedroom, I guess. Lucas is at the hospital and Dustin is watching TV in the living room with his mom.”

Was the house cramped? Yeah. Did the people who didn’t live there sometimes venture back to their own homes? Yes. But none of them knew what would happen next. It was safer to stay together in case something happened very suddenly. It was safest to be close to El. She had a lot of complicated feelings about that, but she knew it was true. She had heard the adults discuss it, too. She knew they were right.

Her thoughts had wandered – she found herself following Mike to the bedroom he now shared with the other boys. Other than Will. Will had asked for the basement, with Jonathan.

Once upon a time she would have thought that was odd. Nowadays, she thought that Will not wanting to share Mike’s bedroom was one more mental check mark on a list she was silently keeping in her mind. What she knew of romantic feelings, she had learned from TV. When it clicked for her that she might have missed something big, a whole lot of things started to make a whole lot more sense. She had not shared these thoughts with anyone yet. But they were a big part of her avoidance of Mike and her avoidance, specifically, of any one-on-one time with him – let alone any real, honest conversations.

She came back to the present again. (She found this was happening a lot lately. But she figured she could give herself a break – a lot had happened recently. So no wonder her thoughts were all over the place.) Mike had climbed up onto his bed and propped himself up on an elbow to read. He held out a comic to her. “Come read with me?”

In spite of herself, El smiled. The idea of lying comfortably on a bed with someone, reading comic books, gave her a warm feeling of nostalgia that she couldn’t immediately place. Then she glanced down at the comic Mike was thrusting toward her.

Wonder Woman.

Oh, she realized. Oh, okay. That’s why.

Ignoring multiple signals from her body, including desires to cry, run out of the room, or smash something through a window, she forced herself to reach out and take the comic book. She climbed up onto the bed, lied down on her stomach, and started to read.

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #don't want to tag this with el bc i'm scared of the melvins lol #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #mike and will #will and mike #otp: crazy together

[let-me-love-you-loki]

...Ready for It?--Ch. 2

Chapter 2

           There was a split second of silence before the crowd literally erupted. I couldn’t remember ever hearing so many boos in my life. And I was the daughter of the Young Bucks—I’d heard them get booed more than anyone else in the world.

           Papa slumped to the side, barely catching himself on his hand before he fell straight over. His eyes were glassy and fixed somewhere in the distance. Almost as if he had been knocked dazed. Or as if he were crying.

           The sight of it—whatever it was—broke my heart. There was a sudden, overwhelming rush of guilt at having hidden this whole thing from them. I knew now that Dad and Papa would have understood the whole thing. They knew how to tell amazing stories. And they would have helped me tell this one. But I’d decided to keep them out of the loop. Mom and Nikki, too.

           I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to think about having to face Mom backstage. She was going to murder me, least of all because I’d legitimately knocked my sister out with a superkick.

           “Mattie,” came Dad’s voice from behind me. He’d pulled himself up on the apron and practically clawed his way under the bottom rope into the ring. “What happened?”

           His blue eyes bounced between me, Papa, and Nikki. He looked as if he couldn’t figure out where to focus and the confusion on his face just broke my heart even more. How was I ever going to make this up to them? To explain it?

           Dad crawled over to Nikki and shook her. “Nikki? Nikki?” He shook her again, tapping her hard on the cheek. “Nicole!”

           I stayed rooted to the spot as I felt some of the resolve at this whole thing slip away. For a moment, I wanted to take it all back. When he couldn’t wake Nikki up, Dad rolled to his feet and stomped across the ring toward me. He pointed back at my sister.

           “What happened, Mattie? Did Cash do that?”

           In my mind’s eye, I saw Bub sitting at the production table watching the screen. Waiting for me to make a move. To do something. Anything. We’d spent so long planning this. I couldn’t let it fall apart so soon.

           Before I could speak, music blared through the arena. Dun. Dunana-dunana-dunana-dunana-na. Burberry patterns lit up the big screens. Dad and I looked toward the tunnels. Behind us, Cash laughed. Papa came to and started crawling toward Nikki.

           “Cut my music,” Maxwell said from the top of the ramp. “Cut my music. Cut my music.”

           He stopped and stood staring down at the ring. There was a smirk on his face that made me feel mildly ill. Of course, he hadn’t come alone. Wardlow hovered behind him over his right shoulder. Shawn Spears was on his left, a steel chair emblazoned with his logo in his hand.

           “Bucks, Bucks, Bucks,” Maxwell sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Looks like you’re having a bit of trouble. And you needed your little girls to come save you.”

           He took a few steps forward. The others followed right behind him. “Pathetic. You’re too old and too stupid to realize that it’s time to move on. You’re not the top of the food chain in AEW anymore, boys.” He wiggled his thumb between himself, Wardlow, and Spears. “We are. Isn’t that right… Mattie?”

           The smirk curved into an evil grin as he met my eyes. I sucked in a shallow breath and turned to look at my Dad. He looked at me with confusion in his blue eyes—the eyes that Mom always said were so much like mine. He glanced at Papa, who was trying to shake Nikki awake. My gut churned. I hated that I’d actually hurt my sister.

           “Tea?” Dad whispered in disbelief.

           I forced myself to scowl. “I’m not that little girl anymore.” Not giving myself time to think, I took a firm step forward and slammed my knee into the side of Dad’s head. He looked stunned before slumping back onto his heels.

           The crowd booed even louder. Some shouted horrible things at me, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was how worried I was for Nikki and how I was going to explain this to my parents when it was all over. Maybe I could get Bub to do it for me. Most of this had been his idea to begin with.

           Maxwell started laughing as I rolled beneath the bottom rope and hopped to the ground. I backed up the ramp, doing my best to sneer at where my family sat in various stages of disbelief. Cash and Dax had pulled themselves to their feet and walked just a few feet behind me.

           “Good job, Jackson,” Dax said just loud enough for those in the front row to hear. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

           “Shut up,” I tossed back, trying to push as much venom into my words as possible. “I don’t give a damn what you think.”

           He laughed. I turned my back on the ring and looked up at Maxwell, Wardlow, and Spears. When I was halfway up the ramp, I stopped and propped my hands on my hips. I let myself bask in the boos of the crowd—in the reality that I’d tossed a heel turn at them out of nowhere and they’d gone from loving me as the princess of AEW to hating me in half a second. The smile and heat on my face just then was genuine.

           Now there was just one thing left.

           “Come on, Mattie,” Maxwell said, taking a few sauntering steps toward me. “Come to Daddy.”

           He held out his arms, a look on his face that was so smug that I had to fight the urge to walk right up and smack him. Instead, I tried to look coy and sashayed the last few feet between us.

           And went right past him. Wardlow loomed over me with his broad shoulders and serious expression. He was in a grey suit and plum colored shirt that had clearly been tailored perfectly for him. His brow rose as I settled my hand on the center of his chest.

           My God, I thought with a snapping realization, he’s solid. And warm.

           Wardlow looked confused. The expression only deepened as I slid my arm around the back of his neck and practically jumped into his arms. He wrapped me in them as I hooked my legs over his hips. Those dark eyes went wide just before I crashed my lips against his.

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           “That was brilliant!”

           “What the fuck was that?”

           “How could you?!”

           People started shouting the moment we came through the curtain in the back. I glanced at the monitor nearby and watched as my fathers helped roll my little sister to sit up. Papa was still oozing blood. Dad looked like he was crying.

           Bub stood up from the production table with a wide smile. This whole thing had been his idea. It had taken him weeks to convince me to go along with it. And even longer once he told me who he expected me to betray my family for.

           Mom was still sitting there staring at me with her eyes wide. I could see the tears that threatened to spill out. I hadn’t just betrayed my sister and our tag team. I hadn’t just turned my back on my fathers. What just happened was more than a pair of superkicks and a V-trigger. It was ignoring everything that had made me who I was.

           A hand wrapped around my upper arm and whipped me around. Maxwell stood with an angry snarl on his face. “What the fuck just happened, Jackson? That wasn’t what we agreed on! You just made me look like a fool.”

           Shawn chuckled behind his hand. Dax and Cash looked away, clearly trying to hide their amusement at what just occurred. Only Wardlow had a truly neutral expression. I watched him from the corner of my eyes. He had his hands clasped in front of him and his deeply dark eyes were fixed on me.

           Good God, it made me feel small.

           I shrugged. If I was going to be part of the Pinnacle, I supposed it was time to start acting like one of them. “What’s the first thing you told me, Maxie? Play the best angle. And I did.”

           His jaw dropped as I stepped around him and hooked my arm through Wardlow’s. He arched one brow but didn’t speak. I looked back at Maxwell and grinned. But before I could say another word, I saw my mother stand up. Loud thumping came from the steps leading down from the face tunnel. Dad came thundering around the corner. Papa wasn’t far behind, but he moved sluggishly from blood loss and having to carry my sister.

           I saw them coming. Saw the absolute betrayal and hurt and anger in their eyes. Dad was a few feet away. Adrenaline spiked through me. I couldn’t bring myself to explain the whole thing to them just then.

           Without thinking, I grabbed Wardlow by the hand and took off running as fast as I could down the hallway. It felt like dragging a ton of bricks behind me, but it strangely never occurred to me to let go and run away on my own.

           “Mattie?” Wardlow’s voice came out low and quiet, tinged heavily with confusion.

           “I’ll explain later!” I shouted back. We skidded around the corner. The back door of the arena was in sight. Momentary freedom was within reach. I could avoid having to face my family for just a little bit longer. I had time to figure out how to tell them why I’d kept it all a secret. Why Bub, Maxwell, and I had cooked this whole thing up behind their backs.

           Someone shouted my name from behind. My heart dropped down in my chest. I could feel it settled against my stomach. It made me want to vomit.

           “Mattea Kourtney Jackson!” My mother’s voice echoed through the hallways. It was just a matter of time before she caught up with us.

           Wardlow slowed as if he were planning on turning around. I yanked hard on his hand. “Don’t you dare!” I hissed over my shoulder. “I’m not ready to explain all that to them right now!”

           “Hey!” Another voice came out of nowhere just ahead. Kat Prince appeared out of a doorway, a mischievous grin on her face. “That was brilliant. Here. Take these. It’s the black one with the car seat in the back.”

           Kat had tossed me a set of keys. She winked.

           The fear in my chest relaxed just a little. “Thanks, Aunt Kat!”

           Without another thought, I dragged Wardlow through the door into the darkness. I pressed the keys into his large hand and gave him a desperate look. “Please, just get me out of here for half an hour. So I can figure out how to tell them why I just did that.” Wardlow watched me for a fraction of a second—as if he would say no—before gesturing me to go ahead of him.

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[pierregazly]

my thought on éloïse participating in karting and later formula racing

i def think boy!twin gets into a kart before his sister

and it def was the earliest the gasly parents would let him start karting

i think ellie is a bit more apprehensive on the whole thing because she’s seen the crashes her dad and uncles have been in and those are scary normally but to a smol child even more so

i think one day pierre asks her why she doesnt kart, because he can see she’s interested but is scared to actually do it, she is his child and all

and she tells him her fears and he listens to them

and at the end he reassures her that those fears are valid to have but he also suggests to just try it once just to see if it something she wants to pursue and if she doesnt she can focus on the backend of the sport or do something else entirely

so they make a day out of teaching ellie the ins and outs of karting and by the end of it éloïse gasly is going to enter the world of karting to one day make it to f1 with her brother and papa by her side

it might have taken her a couple years after her brother to get into it but she’s here now

far in the future: after her f1 career i think she makes the choice to become a race engineer and then team principal

(ps this is not the angsty one i talked about in my last ask)

ok have a great day!

☕️

i def agree ellie would be the more apprehensive of the two when it comes to karting, even though she’s the more outgoing one and more of the ‘risk-taker’ type, i think she’d be a little frightened of motorsports in general at first. she’s a nosy girl, she’s heard her papa talk about anthoine’s accident, she’s heard charles talk about jules, so she’s very very nervous about it.

of course once she’s actually IN the sport it’s a whole different story, she doesn’t exactly know what careful is??? she actually fully chooses to disregard it??? which stresses many many people out but oh well

susie wolff would also be so encouraging for ellie if she ever needed it and i can kinda see uncle george enlisting her help at the beginning as well (esp bc susie is such a huge ambassador for females in motorsports)

#i’m excited for the angsty i need some angst #asks #gasly twins #☕️ anon

[melancholypancakes]

New Year’s Eve party

Author note: I know it has already passed but this story is inspired by a YouTube video of fanfiction I saw a while back. 

It reminds me of my OC Ophelia’s parent’s death so this is a Lord Meowpheus x Ophelia fanfic but you can read it as an x reader as well.

Warning: mentions of parent’s death and a lot of angst

https://youtu.be/9vwuKm2Jn54 

Ophelia was walking in the snow during this time of night, she hated doing this, but she had to. 

She despised this time of year; it wasn’t the holidays she loved spending money on her family especially her friends within the dreaming realm. 

Seeing their faces brighten up when they open their gifts, she loved singing songs and dancing around in the kitchen with her younger sister Elizabeth while helping her Aunt Evelyn prepare meals. 

Ophelia loves the cold weather and hearing the snow crunch beneath her shoes. 

Sitting by the fire with her lover Morpheus when everyone’s asleep, she loved these activities. 

It was nice...but she just couldn’t stand the time of the year all and it made everything she loved leave a bitter taste in her mouth after the fun was over. 

It meant she was almost near to the destination...to the “Visit.” Everyone was expected to party on New Year’s Eve in the waking realm. 

One last party of the year, to start the next one out fresh, games, food and drinking were traditional for the mortal’s household. 

Morpheus had noticed this as he walked alongside his lover in his cat form, he knew this year was a hard time for her. 

Usually, it was another member of the family making the “visit” every year or a few times a month if the situation was right...but this time it was Ophelia’s turn. 

However, Ophelia, made this trip once a year, usually about an hour before the final countdown. 

She would unwillingly sneak out of her family’s house and go to the graveyard, as she heard distant fireworks popping in the sky. 

Causing the twenty-six-year-old woman to sigh, as the fireworks began to slow, she knew she was getting closer, and the final countdown would begin soon. 

Finally, Ophelia and Morpheus arrived at the Graveyard, she kept looking down until she was in front of two stone heads. 

Ophelia bit her lip as she looked at her parent’s graves, she tried to just look at the snow, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off the stones and let out a small groan of frustration.  

“Ugh..c’mon Ophelia say something,” she says in her mind as Morpheus just watches her patiently. 

“Um...Hey mama, papa...been a while huh?” she says as she tries to figure out her next words before sighing and shoving her glove hands in her jeans. 

What could she possibly say? 

Ophelia looks through the large trees to only see stars, no more fireworks yet and the countdown was happening soon. 

She needed to hurry. 

“Um...Elizabeth doing good,” she stated looking back at the graves, “A real genius in school...she’s going to be a great witch someday. maybe even better than me...” she tells the stones.

“Her little friends are handfuls, but I think you would’ve liked them they...they’re good influences on her,” she says as she thinks of another subject of what to say. 

“Um...Leo, he’s a loudmouth as ever and Tia just about blows up the kitchen every time she comes up with a new recipe.” she giggles as Morpheus leans in closer to Ophelia’s legs and purrs to urge her to say more. 

“And you?” there wasn’t a question, but Ophelia could’ve sworn one of her parents said it. 

A forgotten voice in the breeze she tried to concentrate, “What did their voices sound like again?” she thought. 

“I-I’m...um” She swallowed nervously, as she looks up at the sky praying for fireworks so she can go home. 

To try this again next year but the sky remains silent, “I’m fine...” she decided to speak. 

“My friends and I...are fine. Everything...fine. I am...f-fine” she groans. 

“That’s not good enough...” she scolds herself. “I always say that. It’s not enough,” she says as Morpheus purrs on her leg and she looks down at him. 

Ophelia didn’t want to show her true emotions for fear she would be judged but she knew better than that. 

Morpheus wouldn’t judge her as she wouldn’t judge him, he didn’t want her to hold it in anymore. 

He was letting her know it was okay to be sad and angry as she had shown him that. 

“Then...say what you want...” his voice echoes in her head. she then looked at the tombstones glaring at them. 

Angry and tears formed in her eyes, making her vision blur. “Fine!” she yelled ripping her hands away from her jeans and bawling her fist up her sides. 

She asked the graves, “You what to know how I am?! I’m mad. I’m mad because instead of doing what everyone else is doing I’m here. Talking to no one!” she continues. 

“Talking to a couple of rocks in the ground and I wish I wasn’t! I wouldn’t have to be doing this if you both were just here!” she began to pace as her body is tense. 

“But it’s fine because I’m used to it. I am used to having things stolen, my childhood was stolen. Why not New Year’s Eve parties? Just another thing your deaths took from me.” she laughed humorlessly. 

“You both die, and suddenly I’m stuck in the middle! Leo is bitter, Tia shuts down and Elizabeth is too young to know what’s happening and I’m stuck. In the middle!” She soon came to a stop in front of the tombstones again. 

Her eyes were so cold staring down at the graves and at that moment, she hated them. 

“No more fun and games, no more parties, no more sleepovers, just work, work, work, take care of Elizabeth, make sure she and Tia eat, do Leo’s work because he’s too angry. to do it, I stay up till dawn helping Elizabeth with spells and curses and just played off.” she continues. 

“Cleaning, doing the paperwork to keep the bills paid while Tia grieved, I did it all! alone. But you know what. I didn’t need any help. I especially didn’t need it from either one of you! Because I turned out great!” she cried as she gripped the left tombstone. 

“I have a loving boyfriend...I have the most amazing friends who love me, I saved the world and none of you were around for none of it!” she continues. 

“I turn out just fine without you! Other young adults are stressing out about what they’re going to do in life when they don’t have their parents, but I’ve been living it for years. I’m Independent, I’m strong, and I didn’t need you. I don’t need you!”

 She said as she felt the stone crack and quickly snatched them away as she gasped. 

Ophelia snapped out of her rage and hold her hands on her chest for only a few moments before she picked up Morpheus who looked like a handsome tomcat. 

She held him tightly as she whispered, “Thank you” as she felt tears fall, she sat there for a moment feeling the wind before she heard loud fireworks causing her to jump a little before standing up. 

Ophelia looks up at the sky to see millions of tiny sparks, they went up one by one disappearing for a quick second before exploding. 

She sighs deeply and out as she began to walk, she holds her lover as he purred and nuzzle her neck. 

Ophelia began her trip back to the house...

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #morpheus #dream x reader #i am a simp #y/n #morpheus x y/n #lord morpheus #the sandman x reader #morpheus x oc #Morpheus x Ophelia #morpheus x original character #Ophelia #Morpheus x witch! reader #lord meowpheus #lord meowpheus x reader #the sandman angst #the sandman bittersweet #soft! Morpheus #soft! Lord meowpheus #my oc story #death #new year’s eve

[krillin-fanfic]

Chestnut Fest 2022 Day 4: Family Matters

Alright, in this one, we're gonna get just a tiny bit feels-y.

This story is partly inspired by an ask I got on my Dragon Ball blog on Tumblr, and a conversation I had with someone as a result of that. Namely, why Krillin and 18 were the only one of the "older" couples who'd only had one child. And with this week's prompt being "Family", I also started wondering how Marron might feel, noticing that. Add to that a story I'd heard from one of my sister's kids on where they thought babies came from, and... well, this was born. So I figured, what could be more perfect than wrapping up this year's Chestnut Fest with it?

Here we go, hope you enjoy! LINKS: FF.net AO3

It was a brisk Fall day in Satan City. A cold breeze wafted through the streets, light, high clouds filling the sky outside the window.

"Man, it's been chilly today." Krillin stood in front of the window, sipping some hot cider from a mug. "Glad I have the day off."

18 shifted in her seat on the couch, turned a page in the book she was reading and nodded. "Definitely 'inside weather'. Perfect excuse to break out the blankets." She looked up, smiled and raised an eyebrow at her husband. "One might even say this is... snuggle weather."

Krillin grinned and replied in mock scandal. "Why, Miss 18! Are you suggesting you and I be under a blanket? Together? Alone?!"

18 chuckled. "What can I say? I'm a rebel."

He sighed. "Well much as I'd like to, I'm pretty sure a certain little lady is gonna be here soon, and it's my day to help with her homework." He stretched. "Ah! And I need to be fully awake if I gotta deal with math." He turned around and noticed 18 smiling at him, a familiar look in her eyes. "Uh... babe?

"I was just thinking... you doing the dad thing? It's very attractive" She winked at him and giggled as his face turned a shade of red.

The front door opened, letting off a soft creak followed by a pair of tiny footsteps. "Mama! Papa! I'm home!"

18 winked at her husband. 'Later,' she mouthed at him before turning toward the entrance. "Hello, sweetheart. How was school?"

Marron took her hat and jacket off and hung them on the rack by the door. "Was OK," she said. "Sorta."

Krillin frowned. "'Sorta', huh? Did something happen, kiddo?"

"Yeah..." She trudged over to the couch and smoothed her uniform skirt before hopping up and plopping down on the couch next to her mother. "Some of the other kids were being mean today."

18 set her book aside and held her daughter close, stroking her blonde hair softly. "I'm sorry, baby. Kids can be mean sometimes. What'd they say to you?"

Marron was quiet, looking down at her shoes, avoiding eye contact. Krillin could tell she was uncomfortable. "Hey, firefly, it's OK. You can tell us when you're re-"

"How come I don't have a brother or sister?"

Krillin and 18 both froze for a moment, stunned. They were expecting name-calling, making fun of her looks. Being asked about having children wasn't on the list.

18 recovered first and cleared her throat. "My, that's a pretty random question. Why do you ask, sweetheart?"

Marron looked to her mother. "We're doing a project in school. About families. Miss Rulah wants us to make a chart of our family and share stories with the class. And my classmates... all of them have brothers or sisters, older or younger. And they asked me why I don't." She brought her knees to her chin, and 18 ignored her instinct to chide her for having shoes on the couch.

"One of the girls said her mommy told her that babies come from the love between a mommy and a daddy, and that the more and longer they love each other, the more babies they have." Her voice was cracking a bit, as if she were about to cry. "A-and Uncle Goku and Auntie Chi had two babies. And Trunks has his little sister now. So..."

Marron looked up at her father. "Papa... do you not love mama enough?"

The words seemed to pierce Krillin's heart like a sharp blade. He swallowed hard, trying to come up with an appropriate answer. "W-what? Of course I love your mom! She means the world to me! You both do."

She looked at her mother. "So does that mean you don't love daddy enough?"

Now it was 18's turn to feel that pang at the accusation. "Marron... sweetheart, you know I love your daddy very much. It's not that simple, though.."

Marron looked back down at her shoes, confused. "Oh. That's good." She fidgeted with her hands a bit.

"It's not that we don't want to give you a little brother or sister, sweetie. Honest. It's just..." 18 bit her lip, trying to find the appropriate words to explain. "It's... just that it's not as easy for some people to have children as it is for others."

"How come?"

Krillin sat down on the other end of the couch. "There's lots of potential reasons, firefly. Sometimes, it's just life. Timing. Other times it can be hard on mommys' and daddys' bodies. But none of them mean that people don't love each other, OK?" He patted her on the head softly. "That's one thing you don't need to worry about."

"Marron, sweetie..." 18 spoke hesitantly, her voice quiet. "Did you know... mommy and daddy weren't supposed to be able to have babies?"

Krillin winced behind her as Marron stared at her mother, wide-eyed. "Why's that, mama?"

"Remember... remember that evil old doctor I told you about before?"

Marron nodded. "I think so. The bad man who kidnapped you that uncle 17 beat up?"

"Yeah. That's the one." 18 placed a hand on her belly. "That man... did experiments on us. Lots of them. And because of that, mommy's body is different."

The little girl tilted her head and blinked. "Different how, mama?"

"A lot of ways, sweetheart. And unfortunately, one of the ways is that it made it... very hard for me to have babies." She looked down at her hand for a moment before removing it. "So that's why-"

"Part of why, Marron." Krillin chimed in. "It's hard for daddy too."

Marron scratched her head, confused. "Papa, you can't have babies though."

He chuckled. 'Bless her innocent heart. Now to figure out how to explain this without...'

"No, Marron. I mean that... I think you already know your dad's not exactly like... other people."

"Mama says that just makes you cute and special." She grinned at him.

"Heh. Well I'm glad she thinks so. But it also caused some other... issues. Like I can't smell things the same way other people do. I breathe right through my skin. And..." he hesitated. "And it makes it harder for me to help your mommy have babies too."

"How does that work?"

"Uh..." Krillin was at a loss for words. 18 sighed and picked up.

"Remember what you said early, Marron? About moms and dads loving each other, and that's where babies come from?"

She nodded.

"Well, even though your papa and I love each other very very much, those issues can still make it hard for babies to happen." 18 stroked her daughter's hair gently and smiled. "But your papa and I love each other so much, we managed to overcome that one time, and made you."

"Yep!" Krillin chimed in. "And that's why you're the prettiest, sweetest, most adorable little girl in the whole world!" He poked her belly and she giggled. "Made out of pure love, you are."

18 smiled. "You're our little miracle, Marron."

Marron grinned and pulled her parents in for a big hug. "I love you both whole bunches!"

"We love you too, sweetheart." 18 closed her eyes and held her family close.

"Y'know though, Marron..." Krillin spoke slowly, a grin spreading across his face. "Your family is a lot bigger than you think."

The little girl pulled back, a bit confused. "How's that, papa?"

"Family is more than just brothers and sisters or moms and dads, kiddo. More than blood relations too." He pointed at the photos on the coffee table in front of them. "See? Take a look."

Marron leaned forward, dark eyes full of intensity, trying to discern her papa's meaning. The small framed photos contained many familiar faces. There was a picture of her papa and Uncle Goku when they were kids, side-by-side with another, more recent picture of the two her mom had snapped. There was one of Grandpa Roshi and the old Turtle, waving from the beach. A picture of her mama and Uncle 17, sitting together at a picnic table, arm wrestling with intense scowls. A photo of her mama and Auntie Chi, laughing at the mall food court. "Everyone there loves you very much too, Marron. They've always helped take care of and look after you. You're precious to them too.

Marron blinked a few times before her mouth formed a distinctive o-shape and she gasped with surprise. "Ohhh! I get it now!" She looked up at Krillin and grinned. "I get it, Papa! Those are my family too!"

18 smiled and patted her head. "Mhm. And don't forget your uncle's family. We might not see them very often, but they're part of it too."

Marron jumped to her feet and ran to the dining room table. "Oh my gosh, I got so much to write down!" She whipped open her school bag and pulled out some paper, a pencil, and crayons. "I gotta do a picture too! I hope I have enough room for everyone!"

Krillin smiled as he watched over his shoulder. "Look at her go. No stopping her once she gets motivated, huh?" He looked over and noticed 18 was sitting quietly, seemingly lost in thought. "Babe? You feeling OK?" He put a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," 18's voice cracked slightly. "Just... " She looked up into her husband's eyes. "Sometimes I do feel bad, you know? About... not being able to have more. Y'know?"

Krillin sighed and pulled her into a hug. "I know, 18. I know. But we have our Marron, right? And she's perfect."

18 nodded and smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "Perfect beyond belief." She pulled back for a moment and looked him in the eye before placing a soft kiss where his nose should be. "And you're not so bad yourself, mister."

Krillin blushed and chuckled. "Thanks."

18 tilted her head and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "And for what it's worth, little man... I'm definitely down to go ahead and try for more if you are."

Krillin's face turned beat red and he pulled at his collar. "O-oh yeah?"

She winked and nodded, chuckling lowly. "Mhm."

"Papa, can you come help me for a second please?"

Krillin broke eye contact and stood up fast. "Y-yes, Marron! I'll be right there!" He started out of the room, but turned back and quickly dipped down, capturing his wife's lips with his own for a quick kiss. "Love you."

"I love you too. Now go on." She shoo'd him toward the dining room and smirked. "Don't keep the princess waiting. Do the dad thing so I can watch."

Krillin smirked back, remembering their talk from earlier. "Y'know, I'm feeling a little objectified right now, and I gotta say... I'm not mad at it."

She laughed and swatted his arm. "You goof! Go on."

He grinned and walked out to the next room. "Alrighty, let's see what you need help with."

"Can you color in Uncle Goku's hair? My hand is hurting."

"Oh. Uh, sure, I can do that."

"And then I need help with math. We're multiplying fractions now."

"Those absolute monsters, making kids do these things..."

18 smiled as Marron giggled at her papa's jokes. Their family unit was small, yes. And maybe it would stay that way. Maybe not. But she knew she wouldn't trade them for the world.

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And there we have it! Chestnut Fest 2022 is in the books. I hope you enjoyed these works, and hopefully I can have a few updates out sooner rather than later.

Comments and feedback are always welcome! Thanks for reading.

#Chestnutfest2K22 #Krillin #Android Eighteen #Marron #DBZ #Android18 #K18 #Chestnut Fest 2022 #fanfiction #fanfic #Dragon Ball #Dragon Ball Z #Dragon Ball Super #DB #DBS #Dragonball #Dragonball Z

[littletail]

Fairy tail regression scenario..Caregiver! Gray Fullbuster and Little! Juvia Lockser..Little! Juvia Lockser (she regressed maybe around 3-4 years old) wondering off in public after Gray specifically told her to stay right next to him (he told her not to wonder off) because it was the weekend and there was a massive crowd in Mongolia and the last thing that Gray wanted was to lose his little in the crowd. Little! Juvia did kinda get into trouble with Caregiver! Gray Fullbuster for wondering off and for not listening to his instructions..Gray had been scared and had every right to be..

Hello again! I finally got the story done, and I hope you enjoy it!

Lost Raindrop

“Alright. It’s a bit busy today, so I’m going to need you to stay right by my side, okay?” Gray had said.

“Juvi will!” she had assured, and in her defense, she really did try! It wasn’t her fault she was easily distracted by things. Especially when she was being a good girl by getting her Papa a present!

“Papa! Papa, look- huh?” Juvia glanced around, trying to find even the slightest glimpse of Gray (She could’ve sworn he was right there!), but she didn’t see him whatsoever. 

“P-Papa? Papa!” she called, glancing around a bit more frantically, while holding the new toy to her chest. “Where’d you go, Papa?” she slowly ventured out into the crowd. 

She sniffled, hugging the doll tighter as she roamed through the crowded streets, “Papa!” she kept calling, hoping one of these times, he’d answer. But she never heard him.

“Papa..!” she cried, pressing a hand to her eyes, trying to wipe away the tears as they formed. 

‘Don’t panic.. What does Papa always tell Juvi to do when she gets lost?’ she thought, then remembered, ‘Deep breaths and.. ask for help!’

Through a few hiccups, she tried to take in a few deep, albeit shaky, breaths. Once her anxiety was lessened somewhat, she wiped her eyes again before attempting to speak up.

“Hello?” she looked around at the people around her, “H-hello?”

With minimal luck, she kept trying. Everyone either couldn’t tell her what she wanted to know at best, or outright ignored her at worst.

With a heavy sigh, she tried one last time, “Hello? C-can somebody help Juvi?”

“Juvia?”

Juvia whirled around, immediately meeting the gaze of a familiar blonde woman. “What are you doing out here by yourself? I thought you were with Gray,” Lucy said, worry evident in her eyes. 

“Juvi was! And Juvi promised she wouldn’t leave Papa’s side! But Juvi saw something she wanted to buy for Papa as a gift and when she turned around, he was gone!” she wailed.

“Hey, don’t panic,” Lucy pulled the distraught Little into a hug, “We’ll find him together, okay? And if we can’t find him out here, we’ll just go back to the Guildhall and wait for him there. But for now, let’s try to get you cheered up.”

Juvia sniffled and nodded, “O-okay.. Juvi feels bad..”

“Don’t feel bad,” Lucy said, taking the other girl’s hand.

“What if Papa gets really upset? Juvi promised..”

“You know Gray would never get really upset with you,” Lucy assured.

“He must be so worried..” Juvia said quietly.

“But he’ll be happy knowing that you were safe, at least!”

Juvia nodded, sniffling. “Juvi just wanted to be a good girl..”

“You are! We all find ourselves getting lost every now and then, it’s nothing to feel bad about,” Lucy said. “And I’m sure Gray will enjoy the gift you give him.”

“If he’s not mad at Juvi..”

“He won’t be! Gray just doesn't get angry with people, especially not his own Little," Lucy assured.

Juvia nodded again, but still looked unsure. She slipped her thumb into her mouth slightly.

“Ah ah, we don’t stick fingers in our mouths, okay?” Lucy gently removed it. “Do you have your paci with you?”

“Too old for it. Juvi’s four!”

“None of us are too old to have a comfort item,” Lucy assured. Juvia looked away for a moment, before taking her handbag and pulling her pacifier out of it. Lucy smiled, “Good!”

Juvia smiled slightly as she slipped the soother into her mouth.

“Want to get some ice cream?” Lucy asked, “I think it would work wonders for a pick-me-up!” she grinned.

Juvia nodded again.

Gajeel walked through the market, hands in his pockets, as he listened to the manic ramblings of the Caregiver following behind him. He couldn't say he blamed the guy, since it was slowly getting late and they had still yet to find Juvia, but Gajeel trusted his Rainy Guildmate, and the guilty ramblings weren't helping anybody.

“All I did was turn my back for a second and she was just gone. Oh God, how could I let this happen? I’m the worst Caregiver in the world-”

“Oi!” Gajeel interrupted, putting an abrupt stop to the other’s ramblings. “Calm down. You are far from the worst Caregiver I’ve met, and she’s still in Magnolia, so nothing seriously bad is going to happen to her. Worst case scenario, she’s probably just a little bit spooked right now, but I assure you, Juvia’s tough.”

“Even when she’s feeling Little?” Gray asked.

“Yes, even then,” Gajeel said. When Gray didn’t look convinced, he sighed and said, “Look, I know how ya feel. It’s really scary now, but I promise you, everything will go back to normal once you two are reunited. Granted, you might feel a bit more vigilant than usual for some time afterwards.”

“Ain’t that the truth..” Gray sighed.

“But this doesn’t make you a bad Caregiver to her. These things can happen to anybody. You just need to stay calm and think rationally,” the Iron Dragon explained.

Gray chuckled lightly, “I never thought I’d be getting this kind of advice from you, of all people, to be honest.”

“Yeah? Well, we’re all full of surprises, ain’t we? Gihi!”

Gray scoffed lightly with a smirk and rolled his eyes slightly, only to look down at the ground, lost in thought for a long few moments.

“I swear.. I’m going to take her home and never let her out of my sight again,” Gray stated. “I feel so guilty, it’s like I can even hear her voice..”

“Papa!”

“Wait.. You heard that too, right?” Gray looked up at Gajeel. The tall Dragon smirked.

“Papa! Over here, Papa!”

His head whirled around so quickly that it hurt his neck, but he didn’t care. He instantly spotted Juvia with Lucy as the two of them sat outside the Guildhall with ice cream in hand.

“What took you so long?” Lucy giggled lightly.

“Juvia!” he laughed, running over and wrapping his arms around her. 

“Papa! Papa! Juvi so so so sorry! She didn’t mean to-” she rambled on.

“Shh.. Easy.. Everything is okay now. But when we get home, we are going to have a talk about today because you worried me sick!” he explained, his voice slightly hardened as he let go, gently pushing her away so he could see her face. Juvia slumped somewhat, “Juvi really sorry.. She.. She wanted to give you this,” she held up the toy she bought.

“That’s why you wandered off?” Gray asked quietly, gently taking it and looking it over. After a moment, he smiled, “Such a thoughtful little one. Thank you, Sweetheart.. But we’re still going to have a long talk. Now you know what happens when you get separated from Papa in large crowds. We'll go over whatever it takes to make sure it doesn't happen again, okay?"

Juvia nodded, smiling. She was just happy to have her Papa back.

#littletail #request #caregiver!gray #little!juvia #lucy heartifilla #gajeel redfox #sfw agere

[br41nr0tsstuff]

Cardinal Copia/my oc (fluff) drabble [how they met]

I'll eventually upload her sheet that allows you all to read about her! She's one of my best ocs:)

Snowflakes dot the windows that he looked out of, and the fireplace nearby roared with a flickering flame that licked at his clothing. The man sat propped against a chair, book in hand opened to almost the end. He had been reading for most of the evening. Sighing, he glances back to his book. It was simple, though quite a pretty story. It was, of course, a silly romance story. But the man liked to read books about a love he never had. Sometimes late at night, it would make tears well up in his eyes. Knowing he was forever alone, but during the day he pushed past it to continue on throughout his miserable life. 

Adjusting his glasses, Copia finishes the chapter and places his bookmark down. He needed to go to bed because he did have a few things to attend to the next morning. Sighing once more, he groans as he stretches his limbs, the bones popping as he begins his short trek to the bed across the room. He hadn’t yet gotten ready for bed, but Copia felt like he didn’t need to. His exhaustion was overwhelming and it made him hesitant to try and even go to wash the gel out of his hair. Clambering into the small bed, he glanced across the darkened room to his rats. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face before he practically dived under the covers to fall asleep. 

    Waking up and taking a shower was a lot easier to do in the morning, Copias demeanor changed ever so slightly, so he was more aware, less depressed, and more inspired to keep to his work. The siblings gave him small nods of acknowledgment as he strolled by, and Copia gave a small, curt nod back to them. The Cardinal didn’t want to be rude, but he really needed to go and renew the book he had checked out at the library. It was due today and he was almost done. He just needed a little bit more time, maybe another couple of nights. The book was tucked tightly under his arm, out of slight embarrassment, but he also didn’t want to drop it, the pages and spine were already brittle as it was. 

    Continuing on, he made it to the doors of the library finally. Thankful he hadn’t run into Sister Imperator or Papa Nihil, or even any of the other Emeritus brothers. The Cardinal wasn’t interested in any more work or social gatherings. As he enters the library, the scent of dust and book pages filled his nose. It was pleasant and it made him smile lightly. As the Cardinal stood in the doorway, a small woman scurried in from behind him, almost ramming into his backside, as she looks back, her chocolate brown eyes widen at the sight and she bows gently.

“I am so sorry your dark eminence I didn’t even see you there, I was in so much of a hurry, Can I help you-” Her voice was sweet, and kind, she was so interesting. Copia thought gently, the sounds of the words became muddled as he stared at her. Her brunette hair was tucked back in a bun, and the highlights that adorned it made it look almost like caramel candy. She was short, but not weirdly so, about shoulder height to him, or maybe a little taller, he couldn’t really tell as she was too far away at the moment. 

    She was looking at him weirdly now, with an expression that showed clear signs of confusion. and Copia finally realized she was actually speaking to him. 

“Ah- shit, I’m sorry. My mind is not with me today. I’ve just come to- renew my book” he says, stumbling over his words as he almost loses his grip on the book he was holding. His cheeks flame from the embarrassment, so he looks away from the woman. 

“Oh! Yes come with me, I was a little late today I’m taking over for the librarian ghoul until he can get back here, so you’ll have to excuse me for my ignorance” she replies gently, turning on her heel and almost sprinting to the front desk where she could help the Cardinal renew his book. 

    Copias face dropped as he heard this woman talking about how she would fill in for the ghoul who worked the library. There was no way he would be able to do this. He and the ghoul had a special bond. And Copia could confidently state they were fairly acquainted friends. So now, his anxiety was higher. Would she judge him for not being as professional as he tried to seem? Would she think he was weird? All of these things went through his mind as the woman held her hand out to take the book from him. The Cardinal took a breath and rather slowly handed her the book, an embarrassed smile working itself onto his lips.

“Oh! You’re reading this?” she asks innocently as if she’s trying to start a conversation. But it makes Copias eyes widen and he looks towards the other books. 

“Eh- no? I was uhm, checking it out for a…friend” he replies, looking at the book she was renewing. 

“Oh, well I was going to say it’s such a good read. One of my absolute favorite books” She says, grinning with a knowing look in her eyes. Of course, Copia really had to keep embarrassing himself in front of this very pretty woman. Quite the usual for an awkward, unlovable man like himself.

“Eh-okay yes it was for me. It is a good read, I can agree with that. It sits up at the top with some of my favorite books as well” he replies gently, as the woman goes to hand his book back. He takes it and tucks it back under his arm. 

“Thank you, have a nice day miss-” he pauses, giving a quizzical look to the woman. He hadn’t even learned her name, “uh- what is your..name?” 

“Anete Russo, but people just call me Anete,” she says, giggling lightly. “And you? I know you’re a cardinal but I don’t know who”

“Well, nice to meet you, Anete. Indeed I am a Cardinal. Cardinale Copia” 

#cardinal copia #copia #emeritus #ghost #ghost bc #ghost the band #the band ghost #artist #art #writing #writer #original character #oc #canon x oc #oc x canon #rp #please rp with me #roleplay

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

tell me about charon's birth

*gasp* my BOY!!!!!

ok, so i actually wrote a little short for this about a year ago based off of an ask that @queen-with-the-quill sent me, so here's Charon's story:

Hestia tried to tone her smile down as she entered her’ den, where she found her mate pacing nervously as he waited for her. He heard her enter, and his head snapped up.

“Essie!” Tumblebrutus said happily, scrambling towards her and pulling her into his arms, kissing her gently. “Are you okay? What did Jenny say?” Hestia smiled warmly at him, nuzzling his cheek comfortingly. “Are you sick?” Tumblebrutus sniffed her, trying to find something off in her scent.

Hestia laughed slightly. “Jenny said I’m absolutely fine.” She reached out, taking Tumblebrutus’ paw. “We’re both absolutely fine.”

The patched tom frowned slightly, cocking his head in confusion. “Both?” Hestia waited, her smile growing as she watched realization fill Tumblebrutus’ eyes widened. “Essie… are you…?” She laughed, nodding.

“I am.” she confirmed.

“I’m going to be a dad?” Tumblebrutus whispered, and Hestia kissed his paw lovingly before leaning forward to rub her forehead against his.

“You’re going to be a dad.” she said softly. Tumblebrutus was still and silent for a moment before he beamed, wrapping his arms around Hestia’s waist and spinning her around with a happy yell. Hestia laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her into a kiss, holding her tightly as he laughed against her lips.

“Thank you, Essie.” He breathed, laughter making his voice shake. “Everlasting Cat, thank you so much.”

Hestia bit back tears as she pulled herself closer to Tumblebrutus. “I love you, Tumble. You’re going to be the best dad to our little kitten.”

Hestia told her fathers next.

“Dad? Papa? Can I talk to you two?” she asked, entering their den. Tugger immediately looked up, grinning happily at the sight of his daughter.

“Absolutely, kitten!” he said, moving to the side and patting the spot beside him. Hestia smiled and sat down, snuggling against him happily.

Mistoffelees sat on her other side, taking her paw. “What’s on your mind, Etta?”

“I haven’t been feeling very well, so I want to see Jenny.” Hestia began. “She said I was perfectly healthy.”

Tugger looked at Mistoffelees. “Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming?”

Hestia smiled, taking his paw. “But… she told me to take it easy for a little while. Because I’m going to have to start taking care of myself more.”

“Etta, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Mistoffelees asked, catching on. Hestia bit back a laugh, and Tugger looked between his mate and daughter.

“Tumble’s going to be helping me a lot as well.” she continued. “And I may need your help in putting our den together.”

“Kitten.” Tugger realized, his eyes widening. “Hestia, you’re joking.”

Hestia began to laugh, shaking her head. “I’m not.” Mistoffelees had a tight grip on her paw, and Hestia looked at him with bright eyes. “You’re going to be granddads.” Tugger let out a disbelieving laugh and pulled Hestia into his arms, nuzzling her cheek and holding her tightly. Mistoffelees hugged her from the other side, the two toms enveloping their daughter between them.

“Oh, Etta. Congratulations, kitten.” the magical cat said happily, and Hestia beamed, tears in her eyes.

Tugger kissed her forehead. “You and Tumble are going to be amazing parents.”

Hestia purred happily. “Not as good as you and Papa.”

Months later, Tumblebrutus was pacing outside of Jennyanydots’ den, flinching every time he heard her cry out. He had wanted to be inside the den as well, but with Hestia in pain, her magic would be unstable. Mistoffelees was the only one in there with her besides Jenny, and he was mainly there to stabilize his daughter’s magic.

Pouncival was standing, watching his brother pace, and Tugger was sitting near Tumblebrutus, waiting anxiously with Jubillee and Munkustrap beside him.

“She’s going to be okay, right?” Jubilee asked, and Tugger put an arm around the queen.

“She’s strong, Jojo. She’s going to be okay.” he reassured, and Tumblebrutus froze as a scream came from Jenny’s den. The group froze, and a moment later, a kitten’s cries could be heard.

“Everlasting, I’m a dad.” the tom whispered, stumbling back. Pouncival laughed and grabbed his brother’s shoulder to steady him.

Mistoffelees appeared out of Jenny’s den, a warm smile on his face and tears in his eyes. “Go on in, Tumble.” The younger tom immediately rushed past him into Jenny’s den, spotting his mate lying on a pile of blankets and pillows, a tiny, wrapped-up bundle in her arms. Jenny was gently dabbing at Hestia’s forehead with a damp cloth, smiles on both the queens’ faces.

“Essie.” Tumblebrutus said softly.

Hestia looked at him, and he could see the tears on her cheeks. “Come here, Tumble.” He walked forward, slowly, as if in a trance, and he slowly sat down beside her. “Meet your little tom.” Jenny stepped back to give the two privacy, and Hestia shifted her arms, allowing Tumblebrutus to see the kitten she was holding. The kitten had light brown fur, a grey patch over his nose, and patches of grey fur on his shoulders.

Tumblebrutus laughed slightly, reaching out and placing a paw against his son’s cheek. “Our kitten.” He moved closer and wrapped an arm around Hestia, kissing her forehead as he pulled his family close. “You’re so amazing, Essie.”

“I love you, Tumble. So much.” Hestia said, leaning against Tumblebrutus happily. He leaned down, nuzzling against his son’s cheek, laughing again as the kitten pressed into his touch. Both Jellicles looked up as the rest of their family entered the den. Tugger immediately went to his daughter’s side, kneeling down with a warm smile as he looked at his grandson, and Jubilee and Jemima gasped softly as they saw the newborn kitten.

“He’s beautiful, Hettie.” Demeter said happily as Bombalurina put an arm around a sniffling Pouncival’s shoulders. Hestia beamed at her aunt.

Munkustrap smiled at his niece. “Have you thought of a name?”

Tumblebrutus and Hestia exchanged a look, and Hestia looked down at their son with a soft smile. “Charon.”

“Welcome to the tribe, little Charon.” Tumblebrutus whispered, gazing at his son in adoration. “You’re about to get so much love, kiddo.” Hestia leaned against her mate with a happy sigh, holding Charon close, and Tumblebrutus tightened his arms around her, thanking the Everlasting Cat for his mate and son.

#charon #next-gen kittens #cats the musical #hestia the hearth cat #tumblebrutus #rum tum tugger #mr mistoffelees

[soulmate-game]

Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

—*—*—*—*—*

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[purple-babygirl]

request?🥺🐺 Just when you can, Maybe one with Sam and Bucky fighting/argument maybe one almost could’ve gotten killed and the other was being too reckless and scaring Little reader thinking they might break their whole relationship apart saying such things (ya know when ur angry) and She intervening but say something like “Daddy’s are talking right now!” And arguments heated and then it’s comforting telling reader they’re not going anywhere showing little that they still love each other -🐺

Pairing: SamBucky x little!f!reader

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, polyamory, yelling and a couple of curses.

Word Count: 1,950

A/N: White wolf nonnie love, even your request is cute😭 you're the best nonnie in the world and I hope you like this one🥺💜💜 I'm sorry it took me a while, love, I didn't mean to keep you waiting so long. Please enjoy xx.

misunderstanding

Aside from the laughs Sam might pull from her and Bucky, their house was mostly quiet. It was always peaceful and serene. But that wasn’t the case that night. Sam and Bucky have been arguing for a while now, their voices only growing louder, and the glares on their faces deeper. She wanted it to be over; she just wanted her calm, understanding and loving daddies back.

“Dada,” she called, her voice hushed as she tried holding Bucky’s hand. She knew she shouldn’t interfere but they wouldn’t stop.

“Daddy and papa are talking, doll. Go to your room.” Bucky took his hand out of hers, waving her away before he shouted something in reply to an equally loud Sam.

She jumped but neither man noticed before she was running to her bed, hiding herself under the covers. She could still hear their loud voices and it made her heart beat so fast. Papa and Daddy barely got so mad at each other and it frightened her little self to no extent. They were yelling and even using bad words; that was how angry they were.

“But it's okay when you do it?!!” Bucky shouted, the veins on his neck prominent.

“I can fucking fly! You were on the ground right before them, begging for them to shoot your ass!” Sam reasonably argued, a frown inhabiting his fine features as his sharp voice echoed through the house.

“Well, that didn't fucking happen so why are we even having this stupid conversation again!”

“Because you never seem to actually listen no matter how many times we have this stupid conversation!”

“That's because I know what I'm doing!” Bucky barked, his finger poking his chest.

“If you're not gonna listen maybe we shouldn't be together then!” when fighting bad guys, Sam should’ve added.

But he didn’t and it made her slowly pull her head out of her blanket, concern bubbling around her heart. Daddy wasn’t going to agree to this, was he? Papa and Daddy loved each other. They could never not be together.

“Maybe we shouldn't!” Bucky yelled back, his stare intense as he looked at a similarly livid Sam.

Her heart sank to her stomach at Daddy’s reply and tears pricked her eyes.

“Fine!” Sam threw his arms in the air, giving Bucky his back and that was Bucky's cue to leave.

He walked out of the door, noisily slamming it behind him without looking back.

“Papa.” Sam heard her choked voice behind him and knew he was going to be met with her tears when he turned around.

“Sugar, go wait in bed.” Sam sighed, fingers pressing to his closed eyes as he tried to calm down, “papa will be there in a minute.”

He needed to get it together for her. She had no hand in their fight and it wasn't fair that she gets sent to bed without a bedtime story just because Bucky thought it was a good night to practice stubbornness.

~

“What would you like papa to read for you tonight, baby?” Sam asked, showing her the stories they had that she knew and loved all too well.

“When’s daddy comin’ back?” she asked instead, innocently speaking Sam’s thoughts.

“Soon, baby.” Sam avoided eye contact, flipping through the books.

“How soon, papa?” she pressed.

“Just soo-”

“In ten minutes?” Her big, anxious eyes stared at Sam, wanting a satisfying answer.

“Sugar.” The man sighed, not knowing what to tell her. He was already exhausted enough and it was just becoming too much.

“An hour?”

“Baby, here, pick a story,” Sam tried again.

“'S dada comin’ back tonight?” she asked, tears swimming in her eyes.

“What? Yes, sugar. Of course he is!” Sam didn’t really know that, but it was what he was hoping would happen.

“Are you lyin’ to me, papa?” she sniveled, twiddling her thumbs.

“No, baby. Daddy’s coming ba-”

“Did daddy leave forever?”

“Suga-”

“A-Are you gonna leave me too?”

“Baby.” Sam shook his head, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder “no, sugar, no. No one is leaving.”

“You promise?” she sniffed, the back of her hand swiping under her nose.

“I promise, baby.” Sam nodded, helping her with a tissue.

“Dada’s not leavin' us?”

“No, baby. He’s not leaving. He just got a little angry with me is all. That happens sometimes.” Sam explained, putting the stories back in place. She was no longer going to require one.

“But he never left before.” She cried more.

“I know, sugar.” Sam held her to his side and rubbed her back, “but he’s coming back.” He kissed her hair.

“Can I stay up 'n wait for him?”

“No, baby, come on now. You need to go to bed in time like the good girl you are,” Sam told her gently, hugging her tighter so she’d calm down.

“Please, papa.” She held onto Sam’s hand.

“Sugar.” Sam gave her one look, supposedly stern, but she could see how drained he looked. He had no more argument in him.

“Yes, papa,” she sighed, laying on her back and letting Sam wipe her tears and tuck her in.

“Good girl, baby.” Sam gratefully kissed her forehead with half a smile, “night, sugar.”

~

It was at least 2 hours later and Sam was still awake. He huffed, turning on his side again, his hand reluctantly reaching for the phone on the bedside table before quickly retracting for the millionth time. Bucky was going to come back soon. There was no need for him to call and bother him. He probably left looking for some space; probably gathering his thoughts, and Sam wanted to give him that. He was worried but he would do it if it meant Bucky would have a clear mind again; if it meant he was going to come back faster-

“Papa.” She stood by the door, balled fist rubbing her eye.

“Hey, sugar.” Sam sat up and opened his arms. “What is it, baby? Did you have a nightmare?”

“No, can’t sleep.” She shook her head, taking slow steps to Daddy and Papa’s bed.

“You wanna try cuddling with papa?” Sam offered and she quickly nodded.

“Come here, sugar.” Sam pulled the covers open for her so she could slip underneath with him.

She gave Sam a big hug, holding him tighter than she usually would in such a heavy-eyed state and he could instantly sense her anxiety and worry.

“You’re okay, sugar. I got you,” Sam assured her, patting her back gently before she pulled back.

She waited until Papa was comfortable on his back then moved herself on top of his chest, humming at the warmth radiating off his body and buzzing through hers.

“I’m scared dada won’t come back,” she whispered in Sam’s neck, her fingers clutching his shirt.

“He will, sugar. I promise. Daddy will be here before you wake up tomorrow,” Sam comforted her, his concerned eyes glancing at the clock again. It was way past midnight already, where on earth was Bucky?

“How do you know, papa?” her knuckles rubbed her eye again as she yawned, snuggling more into Sam.

“He loves us too much not to come back, baby.” Sam’s big hand stroked her back calmingly, “Bucky will always come back.” He whispered, more to himself than to her, before he half-heartedly let his eyes close.

~

“Sam, I said I was sorry!”

She quickly spitted the toothpaste and washed her mouth when she heard Daddy’s voice downstairs. He didn’t sound too happy, but at least he was back. He wasn’t there when she woke up like Papa said he would be, but this was good too. He was there and that was all that mattered.

“Sorry? Sorry?!! I was worried sick about you and that’s all you have to say?!” Sam shouted, frustrated, and Bucky scoffed.

“Worried sick, right. Is that why I have no missed calls from you?! Not one! You didn’t even care to see where the hell I stormed off to or if I was okay!” He argued, his face following Sam’s when the man turned away.

“Dada,” her voice momentarily interrupted their fight as she collided with Bucky, her arms wrapping around his middle.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky greeted much softer, swallowing when he saw tears already gathered in her eyes.

“I thought you left papa and me forever,” she told him, hugging him even closer, pressing her forehead to his chest.

“What?” Bucky looked at Sam, panic in his eyes, and Sam gestured to her with a shrug saying ‘see what you did to us?’

Bucky exhaled, pulling her closer to him, his chin on her head, “I could never leave you, love. You’re my life,” Bucky said, his eyes on Sam’s.

Sam reluctantly broke eye contact, shaking his head and leaving the kitchen.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing as regret enveloped him. His thumb caressed her cheek before he lifted her up, her thighs finding their way around his waist.

“Papa was really worried, stayed up all night,” she whispered to Bucky when her face was on level with his, “and- I thought you were leavin' papa,” her lips trembled as tears overwhelmed her, “and I thought you and papa were leavin' me.”

“Oh, doll, no, no,” Bucky shook his head as her tears triggered his own, “none of that is happening, love.”

“Promise?” she hiccupped.

“Promise. No one is leaving, love. Not me, not papa and definitely not you. I love you and papa too much to ever be without you, doll.” Bucky poured his heart out, unknowingly repeating Sam’s words.

She brushed the tear he let slip away, making him chuckle fondly.

“Jus’ like papa said,” she mumbled, her heart finally fully reassured, as she nuzzled Bucky’s neck, hugging him closely again.

Bucky’s feeling of regret grew even more when he caught her words.

Sam never doubted him for a second, not even when he walked out on him to rudely end a discussion he was the reason got heated. He trusted Bucky’s love for them and relied on it to bring him back sooner than later, but Bucky only kept him worried.

“I love you too, dada. Please don’t ever leave everrr again.”

“I won’t, doll. I’m not going anywhere.”

~

“Sam-”

“I didn’t call because I thought I was giving you space. Of course I cared where you stormed off to and if you were okay; I love you,” Sam admitted, finally looking Bucky in the eyes.

Bucky could see how sad he actually was; how distressed this whole fight has left him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice dripping with sincere remorse this time, “I’m so sorry, Sam. About everything. I just- I guess I didn’t know how to react. I’m not used to people looking out for me or caring about my wellbeing-”

“Yeah, well, you better start getting used to it because I’m not planning on stopping,” Sam replied, trying his best to keep the glare in his eyes present, yet miserably failing, his eyes softening for his one and only James.

“I love you, and I’m sorry,” Bucky repeated, walking closer to where Sam stood, “I’m sorry.”

“Give your cyborg brain a break; you’re forgiven.” Sam grinned, pulling Bucky in by the waist for a sweet kiss.

“I love you so much it’s uncountable,” Bucky whispered, making Sam smile even bigger as he kissed him again.

“I love you more.”

Feeling sound again as she watched from a distance, her big smile was back to lighting up her eyes. Peace and calmness filled the air again and her heart was content. Papa and Daddy didn’t lie to her; no one was leaving. They were solid; she was safe.

~~~~

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