#like have u seen that kid with his sister figures...

[gretahayes]

I think Tim was made to have older sisters and Dick’s just there because there's no right universe where he ISN’T Tim's big brother

#my rambles #like have u seen that kid with his sister figures... #he JUMPS to babs cass and helena's defence immediately and drags bruce or damian instead #he was MADE for older sisters! hes their little guy! dick gets to stay because he loves tim like they do but thats it nobody else #there was no real reason to always drag bruce like 😭 constantly catching strays from this kid when hes defending his big sisters

[hearts4chriss]

Slice of Pizza.

Horny!Chris + Jake’s!little sister

prompt: your filming with ur brother Jake and the sturniolo triplets ur meeting for the first time, you and Chris had already been secretly talking behind their backs, he finally gets to meet you in person. After the videos over he offers to take you home and he can’t resist

Contains: public teasing, horny Chris, pet names (ma, mama, sweetheart??, baby, good girl, my girl, princess), m!oral receiving, unprotected sex ( wrap before u tap ), doggy , dirty talk, phat ass reader, creampie yktv

a/n- a lot of ppl wanted this one hope u like :)) ALL CREDS DUE TO ANYONE WHO INSPIRED ME ILYSM !! ( tags ran out )

fuck fuck fuck fuck

Today was the day.

My brother Jake and I were collaborating with the sturniolo triplets, and I was so so nervous.

The main reason is that I was talking too one of them, Chris sturniolo.

We’d been talking for a little over a month and I was actually gonna meet him, but the thing is.

His brothers and my older brother Jake have no idea we’ve been talking.

let alone how much of a freak he is, as well as I am.

We’ve sent each other, images and texts and said things but I was going insane over meeting this man.

I had decided to reach out to one of my brothers friends and ex Tara fucking yummy.

my baby💞🫂

Tara help me, yk how I’ve been talking to Chris?

I’m fucking meeting him tdy bc Jake and I are collabing w the triplets.

taraa💋

baby you’ll be okayyyy

he wants you so bad trust

Chris is gonna beg to fuck you js wait 😛😛

My cheeks grew a pink hue just thinking of that, it was obviously Chris is very attractive and I’d love to have him fuck the absolute shit out of me.

so there I sat in my room wearing this outfit praying too impress him.

A white mini skirt and a fitted skims crop tank pushing my tits up even more highlighting my figure as I threw a grey zip up over it.

I walked downstairs being greeted with my brother.

Finally, took all day. Jake rolled his eyes and I stuck my tongue out

shut up come on I wanna meet these kids. I chuckle and he raised an eyebrow at me but didn't utter a word as we hoped in the car and began driving too the location.

We got there pretty quickly and I thankfully hadn't seen a text from chris today which calmed my nerves, but it was until I saw him standing outside of my car along with matt and nick.

I quickly got out the car.

holy- shit. was all I could utter under my breath at the 3 same faced men.

Matt had tattoos which i'd always loved and he was fairly attractive.

Nick also had tattoos and he was absolutely adorable I could see us becoming close.

Chris.

The one of three i'd been "sexting" and oh my fuck he was so attractive.

He had a small stubble but not too much, his pink plump lips i'd been dying too kiss and lord the all grey- I could see his dick outline was he not wearing boxers??

wow kid ur short. Chris chuckled reaching in too give me a hug

hey baby, I finally get too meet your fine ass. He whispered low enough in my ear so I could feel a wetness grow in my panties seeping from my cunt.

Hey chris! we wanna hug her too! Nick rolled his eyes pulling me in for a hug.

ur so pretty holy shit- nick said softly and i smiled giving him a thank you.

Why am I last? Matt rolled his eyes playfully and I gave him a tighter hug than the rest.

Alright, can I have my sister back? My older brother basically emerged from his tesla and they all gave me a smile and we piled into the car as we pulled out foods from, McDonalds, a pizza place, Wendy's and more.

I sat in the passenger seat and Chris in the driver whilst nick matt and jake were in the back and he started the intro

“Hey guys welcome back to another video, this time I’m actually In my car, I’m joined by…”

Y/n Webber, the better sibling. I give the camera a wave and Jake rolls his eyes at me

“And also this collab was highly requested so…”

“Nick, Matt and Chris are with us today the sturniolo triplets!” As we all clapped for a bit.

"So today we are gonna be eating a bunch of our favourite foods and just talking and yeah that’s it!" I smiled.

"McDonald’s first?" Chris asked and everyone nodded as we each grabbed fries.

The video was super funny, Chris kept making me and everyone else laugh as well as nick and Matt attacking him it made the whole thing better. Until…

"Alright last thing?" I asked and everyone nodded

I opened the pizza box letting everyone grab a piece, I watched how Chris’s almost slipped so I helped him.

"They weren’t wrong, you are the clumsiest one". I let out a soft laugh and he rolled his eyes

"Yeah yeah". Chris chuckled and I held up the pizza for him as he looked me in the eyes, god I felt something. As he shook his head slowly trying to get a bite he managed to do so after about 7 seconds.

"Is it good bro? "Matt asked him and I let out a laugh as well as nick and my brother

"Shut up Matt". Chris spoke in a monotone and everyone laughed at that as if he wasn’t just fucking teasing me, so I decided to get him back.

"Guys it’s kinda hot-" I say unzipping my jacket Chris’s eyes follow my hand on the zipper

"Right I was gonna say".. Nick chuckles eating his pizza.

I take off my hoodie leaving my tank top as is my tits sitting perfectly upright and I noticed Chris’s eyes and I smirked continuing to eat my pizza occasionally licking the grease off my fingers looking him in the eyes.

Paybacks a bitch huh

little did I know, Chris was a fucking freak

"what did you say too my brother to even allow me to be alone with you". I let out a laugh and he chuckled pulling me onto the couch.

"Im good with words baby. He gave me a small wink before pulling me onto his lap for a kiss".

"Mmm this was well worth the wait". Chris mumbles in between kisses before grabbing my ass making me gasp as he slipped his tongue into my mouth as they played together.

He moved me on his lap, groaning as my clit rubbed on his growing boner.

"Fuck- I need ur mouth so bad" - Chris rested his head on my shoulder before tapping my ass signaling me to get up.

I got on my knees and leaned up pulling down his sweatpants along with his boxers watching his cock spring out and my eyes grow wide.

The length of it wasn’t even describable, let alone the girth, the tip was a dark pink and the veins going up the side had my panties dripping.

"you gonna suck me off or keep staring because I love the sight baby". Chris smirked biting his lip down at me and I wrap my hand around him and he moaned softly.

"baby.. please I need you- been waiting so long for you to do this" - he pleaded, almost in a whiny voice of need for me and I’d been waiting to do this.

I kiss his tip first before spitting on his cock stroking him and he throws his head back on the couch cushion.

I wrap my lips around his cock hollowing my cheeks as I began to suck him off sloppily and his hand gravitated towards my hair.

"oh fuck- just like that" - he moaned softly his eyes fluttering shut his mouth slightly agape as his chest heaved as he felt my plump lips wrap around him beginning to deep throat his dick

"oh shit ma- feels so fuckin good" - he shudders on his words as his eyes open looking down at me sucking his cock, the sound of my gagging on him were enough to make him squirm, Chris’s large hand on my head guiding me while running it in my hair.

Sucking Chris off was an experience I’d never forget and the fact I was making him feel so good whilst doing it only made my thighs clench together with anticipation, needing his cock buried inside me.

his hips occasionally thrusting allowing his tip to hit the back of my throat aggressively knowing I’d be sore tomorrow.

"F-fuckk love that pretty mouth on my dick" - he shudders when my nose presses against his lower abdomen as I deep-throat him having to hollow my cheeks due to his size.

Chris always told me he loved sloppy head and that’s exactly what I was giving him, salvia and his pre cum was running down my chin whilst spit bubbles formed on the corners of my mouth and my mascara was sweating off from the tears in my eyes.

"God you look so fucking pretty sucking me off baby" - he praised, breaths in between each word pulling on my hair slightly tighter as we made eye contact and he moaned at the sight.

"there’s my girl, keep ur eyes on me, wanna see that pretty face- shit" - Chris tried to maintain eye contact with me as best he could, but the way I was looking at him alone made him cum deep in my mouth filling it to the brim and a deep moan as he came.

Chris’s cum smeared along my lips as I swallowed it and getting up off my knees and he smiled.

"C’mere, I gotta stretch you out". Chris’s fingers pressed against my panties and I moaned softly at the touch and he chuckled.

"Hold on baby, you’ll thank me later, trust me". He smirked sliding two of his fingers inside my sopping cunt making me squeal.

"Shit Chris" - I moaned as he held me by my waist on his lap stretching me out for a bit.

"hold on ma, I don’t want you to get hurt". He kissed my cheek curling his fingers making me moan in his ear.

"You feel stretched out?" He rubs my back and I nodded

"I need words princess". Chris spanked my ass and I jolted.

"Yes yes! I do, please Chris- please fuck me" - I beg and he halts his movements sliding his fingers out of me.

"On all 4s for me and strip". He taps my ass and I do so getting on the couch pealing my panties and skirt off along with my tank top allowing me to be bare for him.

"Your so beautiful, gonna fuck this pussy so good" - he pulled his sweats down fully positioning himself behind me rubbing his cock between my folds making me whimper with frustration and his hand came down smacking my ass.

"Patience baby, such a needy girl". Chris shakes his head before gripping my hips pushing himself inside me making my back arch at the girth and sudden sharp pain from the stretch.

"Chris I-it’s not gonna fit" - I cry out and he massages my hip reassuringly.

"shh it’s okay just tell me when, take ur time". He whispered, I took some deep breaths as I felt my body finally adjust to him.

"Y-you can move now" - I sigh deeply and he holds my hips beginning to thrust slowly at first.

"Oh fuck- m’faster" - I moan peering behind my shoulder and he gives me a sly smile before picking up the paste making my jaw hang open as his hips came in contact harshly with my ass.

"shit- ur so tight ma" - Chris groaned his hands grip my ass occasionally letting go to give it a slap rubbing over the soft skin.

"oh god- ur so deep Chris" - i drop my head breathing heavily before he grips my hair thrusting harder.

"huh? I wanna hear that again". He holds his grip firmly waiting for me to respond as I’m dazed out on his cock.

"f-fuck! Your so- deep" - I moan in between words shuddering in his grasp as he releases his grip from my hair gravitating towards my hips again.

"that’s a good girl" - Chris praised rutting his hips into mine, the sound of our bodies connecting and my moans and heavy breathing along with his filled the empty room creating a sex aroma

"shit Chriss" - I dragged out moaning as he arched my back making his cock reach depths I don’t think we’re possible before he paused.

"W-what are you doing?!" I whimper in frustration and he shushed me.

"I wanna watch you fuck yourself on my cock can you do that for me?" He whispers into my neck, tickling my skin, his raspy voice going to my core.

I positioned myself on my forearms arching my back beginning to move my hips back and forth on his dick and he moaned in response holding my hip for comfort.

"fuck- keep throwing that shit back on me ma" - Chris shuddered, biting his lip at the sight, my moans shooting to his throbbing cock as well as my moans fueling his ego and filling his ears

"fuckk yes- feels so good- I cried out". clenching my fists at the pleasure and the angle his dick was hitting, the tip feeling on my g spot made me shake each time.

Chris was in heaven, just the sight of this could've made him cum inside me.

"shit- there you go baby- love that ass" - he lets out a deep groan laying a smack across my cheeks making me squeal as he rubs over the soft skin as I continued fucking myself on his cock, picking up the pace, our breathing syncing picking up.

"oh shitt- yes yess!" I squirm and shake ever so slightly as his tip kisses my most sensitive spot.

"Looks like I found it". He mumbles to himself before grabbing my hips beginning to thrust his own into mine making my jaw hang open whilst only heavy breathing comes out

"shit- fucked you speechless?" He lets out a breathy moan and I can’t help but mimick his actions because he quite literally fucked me speechless.

"God you take me so well" - sound so pretty on my cock- he lays a harsh smack to my ass making me squeal out as I close my walls around him.

"Chris I-I’m gonna cum" - I turn my head to the side seeing his facial expression as my breath picks up fists clenched as his hand rubs my clit.

"come on baby give it to me" - he praises his fingers play with my pussy overstimulating it as I cried out Chris’s name repeatedly until I creamed his cock.

He pulls out painting white ropes on my back giving me a second to catch my breath.

"You okay?" Chris pants pulling me onto his lap.

"yeah I’m okay- that was- well worth it". I smile pushing the hair sticking to his forehead away.

All over a slice of pizza huh.

Shut up Chris. I roll my eyes as he presses kisses to my shoulder

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#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #hearts4chriss #neveahandchris4life

[brodieland]

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 10 Things I hate about you ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader Synopsis: Percy starts trying to make his move on Y/N, but she just won't budge!! Warning(s): swearing Word Count: 1902

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt2

"That's actually the new rule? God Silena must hate you," Piper joked.

"You wouldn't even imagine, she's so dramatic. And her taste in boys isn't any better," you shook your head. You were both walking to get some water, absolutely dehydrated from soccer.

"Makes me glad I like girls," you both laughed. As practice neared it's end, Piper was heading towards her dad's car to go home. You made your way over to the bleachers where your bags sat and grabbed them before heading back to your car. When you sat down, you got a text from Silena,

'can u get some McDonalds on ur way back'

'no' 'sike im going now'

You pulled into the parking lot seeing the drive-thru line was too long to wait. You walked up to an empty kiosk, to tired to interact with anyone, and ordered your food.

"You go to AHS right," a guys voice you didn't recognize asked from behind you.

"I don't know, what does my uniform say?"

"That you're a soccer kid. You sure your any good?"

You sighed as you turned to face the mysterious boy behind you. He was taller than average with messy black hair. He had a hoodie with some sweats on. "Soccer balls aren't the only kind of balls I can kick the life out of, so can you fuck off?"

"Woah, feisty one aren't you?"

"By feisty would you maybe mean iconoclast, orrr?"

"Maybe more intractable," you raised your eyebrows.

"Wow, big words huh," You went to turn back and finish ordering. Percy took the chance to walk over, leaning on the machine whilst facing you.

"What? Did you think I was stupid?"

You internally groaned, why was he still here? "You definitely have the look. Now, do you mind?"

He was standing in front of the machine to pay, "Oh, never."

He had a shit eating grin as he pulled his phone and paid. "Hey! I didn't ask you to do that."

"Call it my treat," he smiled.

"No I'm paying you back, I think I have cash in my bag," you went rummaging through your bag to find absolutely no cash. "Apple Pay?"

"Hey, are you asking for my number? That's really sweet," it feels like an aneurysm just burst from the annoyance this conversation has left you with.

"Nevermind fuck you I'm not paying you back," you spat back.

"Meaning now you owe me," Percy said. Deep breathes.

"I don't owe you shit, its not like I asked you to pay."

"Yeah yeah, potato potato," Percy made his way towards the door. "See ya around, I'll figure out how you can return the favor."

You might just have to air out the McDonalds. You sighed and waited for five minutes as they called out for your order. When you grabbed the food you made your way home, eating Silena's fries on the way back. Dad was working late at the hospital so it was just you two.

"Have I ever told you your my favorite sister?"

"No not as of late," you put the bags of food on the table and started chowing down. "You literally haven't spoken to me in two days. Be glad I'm so nice."

"Well nice is a really strong word," you glared at her. "If you really wanted to be nice, then you'd-"

"No."

"You don't even know what I'm gonna say."

"Fine, what?"

"You'd go on a date so I can go on a date-"

"No," Silena grunted loudly.

"Why do you insist on keeping me captive in this home. I wanna enjoy my teenage years you know."

"You not missing out on much. The guys here are lame, including your oh so dreamy Lukey."

"He's literally amazing. Like have you seen him? His car?"

"Hard to miss. He's just so in your face, it makes me sick," you faked gagged.

"Haven't you ever wanted to live the perfect teenage life."

"Tried it. It sucked, not what it's caked out to be," you smiled as you started to clean up. Silena leaned back into her chair sighing, looking defeated. "You know, college is only two years away. I think you'll be fine until then."

"My life is so boring," she said as she walked up to her room. You could tell she was upset, but you weren't going to date some loser just so she could get tossed by Luke when he was bored. That was something he did a lot.

You went to do some homework at your desk while listening to some music. You saw your phone went off and went to check it, someone had texted you.

'I think I found a way for u to pay back the favor'

There's no way.

'how tf did u find my number'

'dw bout it??' 'why u gotta be nosy??'

'im blocking you'

'wait??'

'no??' 'fine wtf do u want'

'on Friday there's a party'

'no'

'alright I'll pick you up at 9'

'no you won't???'

He stopped answering after that. How on gods green grass did he find your number? You just ignored it, putting your phone on silent and getting back to your homework. Without realizing it, you fell asleep at your desk.

You woke up when you heard banging at the door, "Y/N!!"

You leaned up and stretched in your chair. Desk naps are absolute back killers holy. "What do you want?"

"Did you ever make it to your bed," Silena looked at you up and down.

"No, what time is it?"

"Time for you to hurry the hell up, we need to leave now," she said as she stormed out. You groaned as you stood up and walked over to your closet, grabbing some jeans and a hoodie before running down toward your car. "About time."

"I could just not drive you," you said as you both stepped in the car. You were just joking of course, she doesn't need to be asking Luke Castellan for a ride anyways.

You pulled in the parking lot, and before even coming to a full stop, you saw your sister jumping out and making her way to Mr. Convertible. BARF.

"Dude, I don't think the plans working," Charles said, sounding worried.

Leo sighed, "look we just need some time, Y/Ns not gonna just give in after like, a day."

Charles groaned as he stared at Silena and Luke flirting from a mere 50 feet away. The way her long hair flowed in the wind, the way her lip gloss shinned in the sun, he couldn't get enough. "Whatever, I have French tutoring with her later, we'll see how it goes."

"Not gonna lie this is kind of hard," Percy said from behind the two, making them jump.

"Jesus, you need a bell or something," Leo said with his hand on his heart, feeling it speed up.

Percy rolled his eyes, "Anyways, I think she blocked me, and all I did was pay for her food."

Charles just softly facepalmed. When he got his face out of his hands, he saw Luke walking towards them.

"Luke," Percy cheered while holding his arms out. Luke did not return the hug.

"Dude, I'm not paying you to get fucking aired. I need you to take her to the party this Friday. Not the one in 20 and a half years," Luke complained.

"Dude, its not like Y/Ns the easiest person to ask out around here," Leo chimed.

"Literally," Percy agreed. "Look, I invited her out to the party, just gimme a moment bro." "Plus, I'm gonna need a pay raise."

Luke laughed in his face, "Yeah no way."

"Then you can say goodbye to little ms Silena over there," Luke rolled his eyes as he pulled out his wallet, slapping a Benjamin into Percy's hand. "Love you too."

Luke just held up his middle finger as he walked off, "He's such an amazing ray of sunshine isn't he?"

Percy and Charles just stared at Leo, "What? Am I not allowed to be my funny and whimsical self?"

They both walked off without saying a word. Silena and Charles have their free period and use it to study on some French together.

"So how's operation 'get my impossible sister a date' going," Silena asked.

"Well, we have a guy, but she's just not going for him. We need some help here, what kind of guy does she go for?"

"The problem is she just DOESN'T," Charles gave her a look before she continued. "Not like that. I mean, she thinks guys like Logan Lerman and Dylan O'brian are pretty hot, so Percys probably her type."

"Okay so we got that right at least," he grumbled.

"I mean the reason she just shits on all the guys here is because she thinks of them all as 'misogynistic assholes of the patriarchy,' she rolled her eyes.

"So what, a guy who can shut the fuck up when needed or something," Silena laughed at Charles joked, and he sweared he started ascending.

"Yeah just maybe," she smiled.

"Silena, can I ask you something?"

"Whats up?"

"You know the party on Friday. Would you wanna go? I mean if Percy can convince your sister and all you know."

"Of course I want to go, which is why I really need Y/N to just man up," she paused. "or woman up, I guess."

﹒º. ౨ৎ

You sat back and doodled in your notebook in your English class. After spending most the class debating over sexist views in classic literature, you felt kind of annoyed. Its like no one cares these days, you know?

The bell rang and you walked over to your friend Hazel. "Honestly you should be like a lawyer or something, watching you arguing these boys is like music to my ears."

"You might be on to something, I love belittling them as it is. Imagine I got paid to do it," you laughed. When you walked out the class, you saw Hazel's boyfriend, Frank, waiting for her outside. You waved hello then paused when you saw Percy next to him.

"Oh look who it is," Percy exclaimed. You didn't even waste your breathe as you just turned and walked off towards your locker. Percy quickly rubbed his temples and ran after you. "Where ya going?"

"Anywhere," you said as you made it to your locker to grab your next books. Percy stood off to the side, leaning on the lockers. "What do you want now?"

"To take you out this Friday night," he smiled.

"I'd rather swallow 4 laxatives and a bowling ball and staple my ass cheeks together than be stuck in a room full of intoxicated teenagers," you slammed your locker shut and walked off.

Percy followed after you, "Don't you have the fun vocabulary!!"

"Extensive," you smirked.

"Look, it'll be fun."

"Doubtful."

"Do I need to ask in like, fucking greek or something," Percy pleaded.

"Maybe choose a language you actually know first."

"Μπορώ να μιλήσω ελληνικά μια χαρά," you looked at him wide-eyed. "Why must you continue to doubt me?"

"How do I know you didn't insult me?"

"I don't know, just trust me maybe," you shot up an eyebrow with an amused upside down smile on your face. "όπως είπα, θα είμαι εκεί στις εννιά εντάξει."

"No, to whatever you just said," you chuckled as you headed off to your next class.

﹒º. ౨ৎ

✰ Μπορώ να μιλήσω ελληνικά μια χαρά - I can speak Greek just fine ✰ όπως είπα, θα είμαι εκεί στις εννιά εντάξει - like i said i'll be there at nine ok?

✰Taglist: @liviessun (just lemme know if u wanna be added)

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #silena beauregard #silena pjo #charles beckendorf #charles pjo #charlena #luke castellan #luke pjo #leo valdez pjo #leo hoo #leo valdez hoo #leo pjo

[laikabu]

i am curious about something, maybe i just missed the memo. where did the name makalu come from, why didnt they just name him makalu instead of his actual real name which we shall not mention because its irrelevant? speaking of which, does pumori have a northern name? any other tidbits you'd like to share about the kids? i love them so much, let us know more about them please and thank you!

ohh yea thank u for asking

makalu’s birth name is aurelios to lessen the suspicion that he’s kabru’s son to people who haven’t seen him. mostly for future history books. to an outsider who doesn’t know any better, laios probably just got a consort from the western continent and the other parent is deeefinitely not the sole survivor of utaya. in short, aurelios is just for legal documents. so would be his little sister’s legal name

kabru’s goal is to not let his and laios’s intimate relationship be known as it’s deemed politically unethical. of course, laios doesn’t entirely understand, so he feels bad about it.

pumori has a northern name too, but i just haven’t entirely figured it out yet. i want it to be in line with “laios” and “falin”, “aurelios” (follower suggestion) just sounded like a laios jr name so it was convenient

right now i really need to at least make a little toyhouse page or something. whenever i answer asks about them i keep forgetting details ive said before… but a little tidbit i could share is that makalu and pumori’s dynamic is a gender bent mirror of falin and thistle’s LOL especially the berries scene…

#ask #makalu #pumori

[geckoomoria]

Routledge reader x jj 👀

Interpret it however you want but I eat that trope up every time.

also I love ur writing sm 😍

Try again?- jj may bank x rout-ledge reader

babe i love you.

HMMM I WAS ACC THINKING ABT THIS ONE SO U READ MY MIND CUTIE but like i was thinking wb John B having a sister thats a year or two older and jj has this huge crush on her.

low-key wanna make her a lil masc. like car mechanic and a smoker type shit ( shares interests with jj)

sorry this took so long to post , took me a while to think of the right story. AND SORRY ITS SO LONG I JUST REALLT LIKE SETTING THE SCENE.

mentions of blood , fighting , smoking , yelling, abusive home

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Wednesday, June 17th

6:40 pm

THE POGUES DECIDED TO GO FOR A BOAT RIDE hoping to cure their boredom on this hot summer day. 4 of the teenagers decided to test the cool waters , swimming , surfing and fishing.

As the daylight eventually ended and the sun was beginning to set, they all made their way to Twinkie , John b’s van and as fate would have it , it appeared to be broken down in some way.

“man why is it making that weird ass sound?” questions Jj as he keeps trying to turn on the ignition but fails each time.

“you think i know? probably busted somewhere” john b replies looking around for any signs of why the Twinkie wont start.

the van finally starts but it continues making a weird noise , scaring the group into thinking it wont last much longer.

Pope cant take waiting any longer “call AAA or something, if we die in that deathtrap im suing you” Kiara nods in agreement with him.

John B rolls his eyes at his friends antics and pulls out his cellphone “yeah yeah i got something better than AAA”

the three other Pogues share glances in confusion wondering who he’s calling other than car service.

After a few moments talking on the phone with much annoyance from Jj getting close in an attempt to hear , he finally ends the call.

“alright lets head down” he says getting in the drivers seat. “to?” Kiara questions

“Y/n , shes in town and working today. Said she’ll take a look” , Pope and Kiara eyes nearly pop out of their skulls , no idea of John Bs older sister being in town since you travelled for studies and job opportunities a lot.

Jj on the other hand is stunned a little , he remembers you very clearly yet its been years since seeing you.

You were a year older than John B and Jj always had a huge crush on you as a kid.

He even remembers that stupid promise you made him when he was 9 and you were 10. If you weren’t married by 25 , you would marry Jj.

To you it might have seemed like an fun empty promise made to a kid to keep him happy but to Jj? He still held onto that all these years.

every girl he was with , he refused to let it go farther than a hookup because he wanted nothing more than to be with his longtime crush.

Jj finally snapped out of his trance as John B calls his name for the 5th time , making him realize they all already got into the van while he was reminiscing.

He was anxious the whole ride to the mechanic shop , wondering if you’d even remember him let alone his massive crush on you.

The group finally makes their way towards the shop with no one working to be seen. John B calls out your name repeatedly while looking around.

Finally Kiara nudges him to catch his attention on the pair of legs that’s underneath a car. “N/n? that you?” the younger Routledge calls out.

You slide from underneath the car the you were working on , standing up and wiping the oil off of your hands with a rag.

You looked different, you had obviously matured physically and likely mentally.

Obviously you would look different from when you guys were kids , you looked beyond beautiful now.

Jjs eyes were stuck on your figure as you pull john b into a tight hug , giving him a ear pull to tease him while your at it.

oil smeared on your face , your mechanic overalls opened from the top half to drape down the bottom half showing a black halter bikini top that also revealed a belly button piercing , paired with black combat boots.

Your eyes averted to your younger brothers friends recognizing them from whenever you came to visit.

Pope and Kiara basically threw themselves towards you as its been years since they’ve seen you.

You then lastly notice the tall muscular blonde boy with his hat flipped backwards to be quite familiar, staring at you.

You knew exactly who this was.

“is that who i think it is?” you say in a teasing tone , pointing at Jj with a smirk on your face.

“yes its your future husband.” is what Jj swore was gonna come out of his mouth but instead he continued to stare at you , eyes wide.

“oh cmon J, dont tell me you don’t remember me” you asked with a dramatic tone underlying your words. Jj and his friends knew for a FACT he was making an absolute fool of himself right now.

You were always attractive to him but seeing you so… badass made you 10x hotter

He needed to say something in response to you right now or else he’d continue embarrassing himself.

“Y/n?” he questions half heartily as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing ever.

“well i was hoping you’d say the better sibling but that works too” you say causing John B to push your shoulder slightly and earned chuckles from Pope and Kiara.

The silence that follows was deafening , making you all stand there awkwardly as Jj continued to stare at you. His friends were beyond surprised to see Jj of all people be so stunned of a girl.

“so uh you said Twinkie broke down?” you say filling the silence

“yeah keeps making this weird noise , no clue whats going on” your younger brother replies

you grab your tools and slide under John b’s van , tinkering the car while the Pogues wait around.

The four start whisper arguing in hopes of you not hearing:

“what the hell was that??”

“yeah Jj man why are you acting so weird around her?”

“i don- i dont know! i just couldn’t speak alright! i think i have like hemorrhoids!”

“Jj i dont think you know what hemorrhoids are”

“alright spill. whats going on with you and Mrs Routledge over there?”

“its Miss* Routledge actually. Jeez you guys make it sound like im supposed to be having my third child by now when im only a year older” you say from under the van , butting into their not so secret conversation leaving the whole group to stare at Jj who’s gone red in the face.

They decide to stay silent for the rest of the time so Jj doesn’t pop a blood vessel out of embarrassment anytime soon.

around half an hour later , you come out from under the van and wipe your hands again , telling john b to turn on the ignition. It turns on with no apparent problem and hums like a brand new vehicle.

The pogues cheer loudly in victory , you start cleaning up as your shift was coming to an end anyways. The pogues eye each other as you turn your back , all wanting to spend more time with you.

“uh n/n?” calls out Jj as the rest nudge him to talk making you look up at the rest of them , all with puppy like eyes that made you guess they were gonna beg you for something.

“we were uh- gonna go crash a party , yo- you wanna come along?” he says stumbling on his words a little

he was so cute when he was nervous.

you had a feeling none of them were gonna let this go. You sigh in defeat and agree , making them cheer that John b’s “cool ass sister” as they described was coming along.

At the beach party

It had been around an hour since you all arrived, drinking , dancing , smoking weed and hanging out was the main thing you all did.

Jj still hadn’t really held a proper conversation with you , every-time he tried you were catching up with someone else or he’d just get cold feet and chicken out.

He sighed as he sat down to take a smoke on his own by a tree , unaware of your presence above him.

“didn’t know you smoked, y’know its bad for you right” you uttered catching his attention while pulling out a cigarette of your own.

at first he’s stunned that you spoke to him first but figured this was his chance. “whats that then?” he says eyeing the cigarette in your mouth as you lit it

“dont question your elders” blowing out a puff of smoke from your mouth

he laughs “okay granny did you forget that its only by a year” , “still older than ya hon”.

A sound of tranquility fills the air as you two continue smoking , the cold breeze hitting your faces as the party behind you continues.

“im sorry” Jj says sombrely breaking the silence while avoiding eye contact

“for?”

“making things so awkward back there, i was just surprised to see you”

“dont sweat it J , its been a while so i get it. im just glad you remembered me”

“you are?” the blonde boy says facing you now curiously

“i mean yeah , you always were my favourite out of my brothers friends J” you say taking a hit on your cigarette

Jj’s heart sinks a little , right thats all you saw him as , your younger brothers friend.

you take his silence as an odd response, pressing him for more. “what? whats wrong?” you ask

in a bitter quiet tone he mutters “nothin.”

“dont give me that , what did i say?”

“Why cant you see me more than that! why cant you see me!” he outbursts in a much louder tone attracting some glances from people while he stands up

“what are you talking about??” you ask mimicking his stance while putting out your cigarette.

he closes his eyes out of frustration for a second and takes his cap off , running his hands through his blonde shaggy hair.

“im talking about how you don’t remember me liking you , no y’know what loving you!” he spits out in an angry manner

“what? Jj we were kids! why would your crush from years ago matter now!”

“Damn it cause its not from years ago! i still have one. i haven’t forgotten about you at all and you dont even notice me.” he gets in close to you

you stay silent as he attempts to walk away but you grab his shoulder , pulling him back.

“sit.” he obeys defeatedly after hearing the sterness in your tone.

“admit it. its been a while since we’ve been kids and you ARE my brothers best-friend. You really still have feelings for me?”

Jj nods in response as if its the only thing he’s sure of , staring into your eyes.

“then… okay.” He tilts his head slightly confused , you put your hand for him to shake.

“im Y/n Routledge, you’re Jj right?” you grin

He smiles and shakes your hand. This meant a new beginning , a way to start over.

“does this make you a cougar?” he says making you laugh out loud , “dunno how many times i have to say it , im only a year older”

“yes ma’am” he responds making you shove his shoulder causing him to laugh now

The sound of commotion from the beach makes you revert your attention there , everyone was gathering around a fight.

you both stand up and make your way to watch it , you became worried as Kiara , Pope and Sarah Cameron were all screaming.

John B was getting his ass beat by Topper. You wanted to get involved but Jj beat you to it.

He yanked topper by the shirt and punched him, causing him to let go of John B. Kiara and pope running to help him up.

As he was going to throw another punch at the Kook , you grabbed his arm with the intention of not wanting anything bigger to start. “Jj he’s not worth it. lets get out of here”

seeing the look on your face and the rest of the Pogues , he lowered his guard and turned away from Topper as you all walked away.

“Thats right Maybank! should listen to her , dont wanna follow in your Old mans footsteps!”

Crack!

the sound of your fist hits toppers big ass mouth causing blood to gush out.

Everyone stares at you wide eyed. Everyone.

You walk away pissed off and hand bloodied. Jj clearly fighting back a smile “thought he wasn’t worth it?”

“yeah but you are.”

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this was lowkey fun to write especially hitting topper. is it bad i wrote this with fully just the intention of hitting topper😭😭

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I HATE HOW LONG I MAKE DRABBLES BUT I CANT STOP.

also does the colour coding of what characters say bother anyone bc ive been like getting annoyed with the diff colours but it makes seeing which character says what so much easier.

i also just realized all my jj works are always involving a party😭😭 but like its such a him thing , to be partying

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[k1ttykatsu]

“EARNED IT”- THE WEEKEND

pairings: housekeeper/nanny reader! x pro-hero katsuki bakugo.

summary: what happens when your boss confesses he wanted you all along?

warnings: five year age gap, dilf bakugo, vanilla sex,riding, fingering, slight spit, kissing, grinding, annoying camie, i think that’s all.

word count:4.8k

a/n: not proof read! and i did camie pretty bad. hope u like it

you’ve been working for the pro-hero since his kids were two. you’ve seen it all go down, the divorce, the custody battle, the press conferences and much more.

your a 20 year old who works as a live in nanny for bakugo. you love your job to the core, you love the kids, the pay, the lifestyle and also your boss. you’ve been around the pro-hero for 3 years and in those three years you always found yourself being attracted to the man, even when he was still married to camie, you just felt a connection to the man.

you’ve never made a move tho, you stayed professional for the sake of your job, the kids and the man's failed marriage. you knew that when you got hired the couple started to have some problems. camie always thought there was something going on between the two of you but everything was strictly professional.

before the divorce was even mentioned you talked to bakugo about it expressing that you would quit so his family could have order again but he explained that the problem started when the twins were first born and camie decided to go out and hook up with a random guy.

you felt so much relief hearing that you weren’t the problem and that camie was just a cheater.

——————

“sumi’ you gotta put on your shoes love, your mom will be here soon” you say to one of the little firecrackers. “i don’t wanna go to mommy's,” she says, still running around the house. when you finally catch up to her you grab her and pick her up gently.

“i know baby but you have too okay?” the little girl pouts but nods. you sit her down and she puts on her shoes with the small pout still on her face. “sai’ can you help me please?” you say to the little boy who’s watching tv. he gets up and runs to you with a big smile. “can you bring you and your sister's bag down please?” he nods and runs upstairs to grab them.

you're in the kitchen packing the kids favorite snacks in a tupperware bowl when you hear the door open. you already know it’s bakugo so you don’t move from your position. you hear little footsteps running to the door making you smile.

“hey brats” you hear the man say while closing the door. the little kids ask him a whole bunch of nonsense, talking about there day and etc. “where’s y/n?” bakugo ask’s while he walks to the living room. “kitchen” you hear kasaki say while your finishing up the snacks.

you hear big footsteps coming towards the kitchen making you a little nervous. “how were the brats?” he asks as he goes into the fridge. “they were good” you say as you finish up the snacks and walk to kasaki who has the bags. you feel eyes watching your every move but you don’t pay it any attention. “daddy do we have to go to mommy’s?” the pro-hero’s daughter asked.

“you already know you gotta go over to mommy’s babe” he says while looking at his daughter. “but mommy talks bad about you and y/n '' the little girl says. you're not surprised at all but bakugo has his face scrunched up slightly and his jaw is clenched.

“oh really?” is all he says before walking over to the living room with the rest of y’all. “it’s okay baby, i’ll talk to mommy about that okay?” the little girl nods and hugs her father.

a couple of minutes later three knocks are placed against the door. the little girl turns to her dad and he rolls his eyes. you stand up and walk over to the door before opening it.

you see the pro-hero standing in her hero suit looking down at her phone. once her eyes meets your figure she eyes you up and down before rolling her eyes. “Are you wearing that around my kids?” you turn your head slightly letting her in and  not answering her question.

once she’s in you close the door behind her and you walk over to the kitchen and sit at the island and you watch her walk over to the living room. “are you guys ready to have fun with mommy?” the woman asks. her kids look at her before giving her a fake smile. “can we get pizza tonight?” the eldest son asks his mother. she sighs before nodding her head making her kids smile slightly.

after a few minutes when the mother decides that she wants to get going she gently taps her ex-husbands shoulder getting his attention, he looks up to the woman and she whispers something in his ear making him visibly uncomfortable.

camie looks over to you and gives you the stank eye making you simply just turn away not wanting to engage with her childish actions.

“y/n do you mind walking us out?” the mother of two says while grabbing her two children’s hands and walking towards the door. you walk behind her in a meekly manner not wanting to do anything that will make the mother complain.

camie unlocks the door and slowly walks out the door stopping in her tracks and telling her kids to get in the car. once the children were out of ear shot, camie comes a little closer to you before speaking. “do you really think it’s appropriate to wear that in front of my children and your employer?” she asks while gesturing to your outfit.

you were simply wearing a simple pink bodycon dress and a pair of white birkenstocks. you look at her baffled, not knowing what to say. “i don’t see anything wrong with the outfit” you say calmly, not wanting to sound disrespectful. “ur dressed inappropriately, and your around my husba-, ex-husband and children i have the right to say something about i-”

camies words were cut off when she heard the front door open and saw her ex-husband standing in the doorway. “katsuki i was just talking to y/n about what’s appropriate to wear when you walk with children.” she explains immediately switching her tone and facial expressions.

“camie save it, don’t tell y/n what she can and can’t wear, she works under me god damnit and if i tell her to wear a fucking bikini around the house while the kids are out, then she will…. you got that?”

camie’s cheeks floods with embarrassment as she looks at her ex-husband. “now take my kids home and feed them some fucking pizza.” is the last thing he says before grabbing you by the arm and pulling you inside the house, slamming the door shut once you both are inside.

bakugo walks back over to his place on the couch while you stand there shocked. after a few seconds you hear her car pull off making you aware that she’s finally gone. “y/n can you pass me a beer from the fridge?”

you instantly snap out of your trance and make your way towards the fridge, pulling two beers out of it. you walk over to the man and hand him his beer, you watch him open it before you open your mouth.

“can you open mines?” your voice was very quiet and timid if he’s being honest. “you okay?” he asks while taking the beer out of your hands and opens it in 0.5 seconds.

you take the beer from his hands and sigh, “i don’t know, i was thinking maybe camie had a point” you say before sitting down on couch with the pro-hero. he looks at you intensely for a few seconds before speaking. “i don’t know why, you're fully clothed.” he says before taking a swig of his beer.

you simply chuckle before looking at the man. “i just don’t want her thinking that i’m trying to seduce you or something”  you say before laughing at your stupid words. of course you think bakugo is attractive, and of course you have a crush on him but you would never go out of your way to purposely seduce your boss.

“who gives a fuck what she thinks? she doesn’t live here, she’s not my wife and she has no responsibility over you” he says while shrugging his shoulders. “ i know” you say quietly, not really knowing how to respond to the man.

“y/n just don’t fucking listen to her” he say before getting up and throwing away his empty beer bottle and heading up stairs leaving you in the couch.

you were stuck in your thoughts, thinking about your interaction with the pro-hero.

after a few minutes you snap out of your thoughts and decide to do something productive. you pick up your phone and pop in your airpods before shuffling your music. you quickly stand up and start eliminating the minimum trash around the house. you put the dishes in the sink and wash them before sweeping the floor.

after all of that you make your way over to the stove and start to clean it off. after a few minutes you suddenly hear shuffling so you quickly turn your head making your airpod fall out and roll under a cabinet. you look up and see bakugo standing there with no shirt on and some sweats.

you gawk at him for a bit before remembering your airpod fell out. you quickly drop to the ground in an attempt to find it. you get your phone and turn on your flashlight before getting in a face down position to look for the missing pod.

you hear shuffling around you making you think bakugo probably just went back upstairs. suddenly you feel three taps being placed on your back making you slightly yelp. you quickly get up from your position and you are face to chest with the pro-hero.

“i’ll fucking get it” the man says before pushing you to the side. he simply walks past the cabinet and picks up the broom…you wanna smack yourself for how dumb you feel. “being fucking logical” he says before swiping under the cabinet easily getting the pod from under it, “pays off” is all he says before putting the broom back.

you run to your airpod and pick it up before walking over to bakugo and kissing him on the cheek. “thank you katsuki”.

——————-

it’s now about 10pm and you just got out the shower. you quickly do your skin routine before putting on your ‘pajamas’ which were a pair of spandex shorts and a simple tank top. once you're done you spray some perfume on yourself to make sure you smelled good.

after you're done you grab your phone and walk out of your room and into the living room. as you're walking you immediately feel eyes looking at you from the couch. “hi katsuki” you say as you walk through the living room feeling nervous for some reason. “hey, could you come here?” he asked in an alluring tone.

you stop where you were and begin to really back to the couch.

now you’re standing in front of the man waiting for him to talk. “sit down” he says demandingly while patting the spot next to him. you hurriedly do so not knowing what’s wrong or what’s going on.

“what’s wrong?” you can hear your high strung tone and you feel stupid for letting it show. “Nothing, just wanted to spend time with my favorite nanny” he says before chuckling. you're pretty confused and kinda nervous, “katsuki are you sick?” you ask, trying to see what’s wrong.

“i’m alright sweetheart, i promise” he says while putting his hand on his heart. your heart drops from the mention of the new nickname, you feel heat rise immediately to your cheeks making you turn away from him.

he notices this and smirks deeply, “y/n can i ask you a question?” you turn your head back to him and you smile and nod. “yes katsuki?” your voice is sweet as honey and it’s making this a lot easier and harder for bakugo. '`how do you feel about me?” he asked, going straight for it.

you silently choke on your spit not wanting to misinterpret the question. “what do you mean?” you ask with a shaky voice. he just simply laughs at your nervous demeanor. “just answer the question y/n, in all fronts” he says before looking at you directly this time.

“well, you're a great boss and um- you pay very well and i love your kids and um- i think you're a good dad an-” your words were caught off by the sudden feeling of lips on yours. you're too shocked to respond at first but after a millisecond you immediately kiss back.

you feel his hand grab your hand and pull you towards his lap which you happily get on. after a few seconds later you feel him pull back making you pathetically try to chase his lips. when they're out of your reach you pout and whine making the pro-hero laugh.

“you still didn’t tell me babe” he says while caressing your exposed thigh. once again you feel heat rise to your cheeks and you get nervous. “um i don’t know what you want me to say.” you say flat out, he knows that your playing stupid and he’s not a big fan of it.

'`sweetheart i’m not in a playing mood okay?” he says while his grip on your thigh gets tighter. you notice this and look down. “um i think you're really handsome and you're a great father and hero.” he smiles and loosen his grip. “i know that’s not all, what else?” you look down once again not knowing what he’s getting at. “katsuki i just told you what you wanted to hear” you say quietly not wanting to provoke the man.

“y/n you didn’t tell me the main thing babe, you didn’t tell me how at night you touch yourself to the thought of me.” your jaw drops out of embarrassment and shock, how the hell did he know this?

you try to look for words but nothing comes out. bakugo sees your frightening face and he shifts his hips about trying to hide his rising arousal. “it’s okay sweetheart, i do the same” your in sudden shock at the new information.

“you know y/n, i really like you… since the first time i saw you around the house holdin my kid, i always thought about what it would be like to have a kid with you” he confesses while dipping his head into the crease of your neck placing butterfly kisses all over.

you grab his blond locks and try to keep yourself from grinding yourself against him. “do you ever think about what it would be like to be pregnant with my kid y/n?” you nod your head aggressively. “do you wanna be with me y/n?” he asks while smiling against your neck. “yes katsuki, wanna’ be yours,” you say, closing your eyes.

you feel his hands on the back of your head pulling your hair back snapping you out of your thoughts. “wanna make me a daddy again?” once again you nod aggressively making him smirk.

he lets you go and brings your face to his kissing you aggressively. the kiss was hot and steamy, you feel his tongue protruding your mouth making you moan.

you roughly pull on his hair making him moan in your mouth. you slowly grind your hips against his making him grip your thighs forcing you to stop. “be patient” is all he says against your lips.

you whine once again from the lack of friction between you both. suddenly you hear a phone ring making you snap out of your lustful daze. you look at katsuki’s phone seeing the contact name of his ex wife.

you instantly snap back into reality and realize what your doing. katsuki grabs his phone and looks at the caller id before answering the phone call.

you instantly panic, your brain goes haywire why he calmly talks on the phone with his ex-wife.

you suddenly feel a hand against your waist making you silently gasp. katsuki slots the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could bring his other hand down to the other side waist as well.

you hear countless amounts  of ‘uh huh, and yea’s’ while the hero rolls his eyes on the conversation. after a few minutes he starts moving your hips against his, making his head fall back and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

you scoot closer and bring your hands to his hair, slightly pulling at it as you grind against him. you see his eyes roll back and you see him try to stop a moan from coming to the surface.

‘camie i can’t talk right now, i gotta go” he says before hanging up and throwing his phone. his lips instantly latch on to your making you moan out of shock.

“kats, what about-” your words stop as you find pleasure in the man nipping across your neck while gripping your ass. “what about what baby?” he asks out of breath.

you quickly get your words together not wanting to prolong this conversation. “what about camie and the kids?” you say making katsuki stop his actions.

the man looks you straight in the eyes before smirking. “the kids love you like your there mother y/n” he says making you smile. “and camie?” you ask, sounding a bit insecure.

his smirk gets bigger before he quickly picks you up, you yelp and wrap your legs around his waist making sure you don’t fall. he starts walking towards his bedroom while you giggle and hide your face in his neck.

once you make it to his room you feel him drop you down on his full king size bed. you look up to the man and get shy not knowing what to expect. “i could care less about what camie thinks y/n, she’s not my wife” he says while taking off his shirt.

you nod in understanding but you wanted to get one more thing off your chest. “yea i know but i don’t wanna make it seem like i’m the reason why your marriage ended, ya ‘know?” he simply nods and smiles before getting on top of you kissing your cheek.

“ur definitely one of the reasons we got divorced babe, she knew how i felt about you and she couldn’t stand it… she couldn’t stand the fact that i wanted someone younger, more likable and prettier.” he says while kissing your neck.

“but bakug-” he cuts you off with a rut of his hips making you slightly moan. “just shut up and enjoy yourself y/n, you earned it.

you sheepishly smile at the confession the man just made. you take his face in your hands and kiss him passionately.

after a few minutes of just kissing you feel him get harder against your heat making you grind your hips into his. “please” you ask him, needing to feel  pleasure from the man.

“what do you want?” he asks the girl beneath him. you mumble something incoherent making him plaster a nasty smirk on his lips. “you gotta be more clear babe…” he says going back down to ur neck.

“i want you, inside…” you say with your voice just above a whisper. you quickly feel him smile against your neck making you shudder. he picks his head up and looks you in your eyes, “you don’t want me to eat it?” 

you shake your head ‘no’ and he laughs, “you sure, cuz i wil-” you cut him off my kissing him roughly and whispering a ‘no’ against his lips. making him smile for the 100th time tonight.

he simply flips you both over so now you're on top. you sit up a bit so you're straddling him and he immediately starts feeling on your ass making you whimper.

“take your shirt off” katsuki say’s to you sounding outta breath. you let go of his lips and slowly take off your shirt leaving you in just your bra and your shorts. you feel bakugo get harder under you making you chuckle sweetly. “you gonna take my pants off?” the man asks you while ignoring your chuckles.

“so demanding katsuki.” you say while getting off his lap. you hear him laugh making you roll your eyes. “watch it” he says as he lifts his hips so you could pull them down.

while you're pulling them down you notice that you see no underwear band. katuski notices you discovery and smile. once his pants are all the way down your eyes widen. you look up to the man and he laughs, “all for you babe” he says before laying all the way down.

his erect cock standing up in all its glory. you notice the pink mushroom tip leaking with pre-cum, the veins alongside of it pulsating with need. “you just gonna sit there?” the man asks while still laying down.

you quickly snap out of your trance and quickly take off your remaining clothes. you quickly straddle his legs not wanting to get to action just yet. “use your fingers first.” you say to him so it won’t be as painful.

he slowly sits up before opening his mouth a bit and placing his fingers in there. the scene was one you imagined before. you reached down to your breast and brushed over your nipples a few times before moaning.

bakugo takes his fingers out his mouth and motions for you to come to him. you scoot closer to the man allowing him to flip you over so you're sitting in his lap. you feel his length pressing against your ass making you move your hips a bit earning a slap on your thigh.

“stop with the sneaky shit, you wanted to get prepped, so be patient.” he says before taking his wet digits and sliding them across your chest. leading them to each of your nipples, circling them both.

“more” you say breathlessly while raising your hips. you were honestly wet enough to take him right now but you didn’t wanna miss out on this.

he takes what you said and glides his fingers down until they reach your pussy. they ghost over your clit making you shudder and look up at the man. “say please” he says while looking down at you. “please daddy” you say in an innocent tone making him scoff. “now you wanna call me daddy? pathetic” he says before sinking his fingers straight into your cunt.

you moan loudly from the unexpected feeling of his thick fingers inside your cunt. “shit kat’s!” you exclaim while throwing your head back on his shoulder. he looks down at you while skillfully moving his fingers in and out of you.

“suki slow- mhhfff fuck!” you shout out while your eyes roll to the back of your head. katsuki picks up one of your hands and brings your pointer finger to his mouth and twirls his tongue around it.

“m’ cummin kat’s” you say while gripping his thigh hard, ur definitely sure  that you left marks. the man hears your pleas and indulges with your needs. you feel him start to rub your clit aggressively making you spread your legs wider making his fingers hit deeper inside.

katsuki bends down a bit to reach your ear to whisper the word, “cum”. that’s what pushes you over the edge, your legs start shaking and your eyes roll back aggressively. “katuski!” you scream his name out, making him smirk.

once you come down from your high you open your eyes and slowly react to your surroundings. you quickly turn your head to look at the man to already catch him looking at you.

“i’m ready” is all you needed to say before he picked you up and turned you around to face him. “I want you to ride” he says while putting you in his lap. you look down and see his cock standing and ready to be used. “it’s all yours,” he says as he sits against the headboard. you meekly smile and decide to get to work.

you grab his cock with your hands and pump it up a couple of times making him groan. after a while you slightly push up on your feet so you would sink down on the man. but before you do so you decide to tease him a bit by running his tip along your slit making him grip the bed sheets. “stop playing” he says before striking a hard smack against your asscheek.

you moan from the pain and pleasure and decide to give the man what he wants. one of your hands grip his shoulder while the other one pushes his dick in slightly. “oh god” you sigh out from the stretch of the man.  bakugo decides to take matters into his own hands and grip your waist, sinking you down in one go.

“bakugo” you whine out of plain and pleasure, his hands keep their place on your waist as he moans. “shit, so fuckin tight” he says as he keeps your hips still.

soon after you feel him start to move your hips in a circular motion (dutty whine) making you grip his shoulders and grind harder. bakugo looks down at where you're connected and his eyes roll back as he throws his head back.

“shit babe, go faster” he says before landing a hard smack on your as making you yelp. you look at the man and grin hard.

you take your hands off his shoulders and take his hands from off your hips, you hold his hands in the air while slowing down your actions. “the fuck?” he asks when he realizes what your doing.

you smile innocently at the man who looks at you with anger. “stop fucking with me” he says trying to move your hips. “katsuuu” you whine in his ear making him flush red.

you feel him aggressively rut his into your making you instantly lose balance and letting go his hands making him instantly latch his hands back on your hips.

“shit” you whisper not wanting to be as vocal. you bend your head down to latch your lips with his. his thrust never slowing down. “kat-hmfhhh, im gonna cum kat”. you moan out making katsuki smirk.

he positions his hands on your back before switching positions, katsuki skillfully switches to missionary hitting something deep inside you. “oh fuck katuski i’m coming” you scream at the top of your lungs. you feel like your body is levitating, your vision goes white as your body aggressively shakes.

“fuck yea y/n” bakugo says in your neck trying not to cum at this very comment but your making it very hard from him. “stop fuckin squeezing me y/n” he says out of breath.

you snap back to reality and realize he was still working on chasing his orgasam. your eyes open and you tug on his hair and whisper in his ear, “please fill me up suki, make me a mommy, daddy”

bakugo eyes instantly roll to the back of his head. his body visibly shudders making you smirk. “fu-fuck baby” he moans as you feel his hot cum fill your womb. he fucks his cum into you making you moan. soon after his body collapses on yours making you chuckle.

“ready to make you a mommy” he whispers before kissing you on the cheek.

2 days later…

“hii munchkins' ' you say to the two kids who run up to their house instantly hugging you as you stand in the doorway. you bend down and kiss the two children on the cheek making them giggle with excitement.

as your talking to the kids you feel a strong presence behind you making you smirk. you stand up slowly and look back at the man who you adore.

turning your gaze back to the single mother who stands outside her car with a mean mug on her face. you feel the kids standing next to you so you suggest waving at the mother.

“he kids let's wave to mommy” you say with a smile on your face. you feel bakugo’s hand creep onto your stomach making you smile wider as he rubs it while looking at his former wife. you see her face change as she squints her eyes making sure she’s not seeing anything.

you take this opportunity to put your hand on top of bakugos as he continues to rub it. you feel the man love closer against you making you smirk. “bye camie, nice seeing you” you exclaim before bakugo slams the door shut.

you instantly turn to the man that has kids on each of his legs making you smile. “you guys want another sibling?” you hear the pro-hero ask the children, making them smile from ear to ear.

“YES!”

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approval - jj maybank

REQUEST: "could u write a lil fic where reader is dating JJ secretly and she's toppers sister??? and he finds out and gets all mad - it can end however u want! thanks" requested by @sofiatheseconf

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

WARNINGS: curse words

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“Shh, will you be quiet?” you whisper-yelled to JJ as he practically stomped up the stairs in your house. “My mom and Topper are here,” you said sternly as you closed your bedroom door quietly. 

He rolled his eyes, letting himself fall down on your bed. “Maybe we should just tell Topper,” he said with a shrug and your eyes snapped to him, giving him a look that just screamed, 'absolutely not.'

You laid down next to him with a sigh, “as much as I hate sneaking around all the time, I think I would hate having my boyfriend murdered by my brother more.”

“You have a decent point,” he said, followed by a dramatic sigh. “I just want the world to know about us.” 

You turned toward him, eyebrow raised, “the world?” 

JJ rolled his eyes, “you know what I mean.” 

“I know,” you said softly, turning yourself over to look at him. “I don’t love it either, but you gotta admit, the risk of getting caught is a little thrilling, isn’t it?” You said slowly, tracing the skin under his t-shirt. 

He let a smirk play at his lips, nodding slowly. He re-positioned his body so he was hovering over you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, kissing him hungrily. He moved down to your neck, planting wet kisses down to your collarbone.

“Hey y/n, Mom wants to know if-” you instinctively pushed JJ off of you at the sound of Topper's voice, and JJ landed on the floor with a thud. “What the fuck?” Toppers familiar angry voice echoed through the your now dead-silent room.

Your eyes stayed widened in a state of shock, eyes flickering between the two boys in front of you. “I was wrong, this is not thrilling,” you mumbled to yourself.

JJ shot up off the floor, and Topper snapped out of his shock and started toward him. You pushed yourself off the bed quickly, hurriedly blocking Topper from your JJ. “Wait, wait.”

“What the fuck is going on in here y/n?” you opened your mouth to speak, “actually no, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. But whatever it was, it’s over.”

“You can’t be serious,” you said with a scoff. 

“I’m more than serious, I don’t want to see that pogue around you ever again. Understand? I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

He was not kidding. Over the next couple weeks, where ever you went, he went. Where ever you ate, he ate. Where ever you shopped, he sat on the bench outside the store. He even watched your tennis practices. He would practically hiss at every pogue who even came within 10 feet of you. Even when he wasn’t with you, he had one of his dumbass friends watching your every move as if you were a child that needed babysat.

You’d been annoyed by your brother before, obviously, but this took it to a whole new level. You were furious.

Though he watched you like a hawk when you were out and about, he somehow never thought to watch you when you were home. Once you realized he hadn’t checked on you in your room once, JJ started to sneak into your room almost every night. It was baffling that Topper hadn’t figured it out yet.

He would sneak in through your window around 9:00 every night, so it was dark enough so he wouldn’t be seen but light enough so he could see what he was doing.

One night that planned to come over, he had fallen asleep unwillingly. He didn’t wake up until midnight with about a million missed texts and calls from you. He threw on a shirt quickly sent a short text before heading to your place.

He climbed up to the roof, paying more attention to his feet on the slick roof from the rain, rather than to where he was going. He held his hand out until he found glass, knocking on it softly.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” JJ heard a loud, muffled voice from the other side of the window that definitely wasn’t yours.

“Fuck.”

The window opened abruptly and JJ was pulled into the room, landing on the wood floor. “Didn’t learn your lesson, pogue?” Topper yelled, standing over JJ fully ready to beat the hell out of him.

JJ held up his hands in surrender, “just let me explain, alright?”

“Explain what? That you’ve been sneaking into my little sisters room to-” he scrunched his nose in disgust, shaking his head. “To do God knows what.”

JJ pushed himself off the floor and onto his feet, “listen, we’re not just having-” he stopped when he saw Toppers glare. “Sorry,” he mumbled, mentally cursing himself. “We've been dating for three months, Topper. It’s not just a meaningless fling, it’s serious.”

Topper stayed silent, eyebrows furrowing in deep thought. JJ continued to plead his case, “I know we don’t have a great history, okay? But I don’t even care about any of that anymore. I love her man,” JJ admitted quietly, saying the words out loud for the first time.

Toppers head snapped up, meeting JJ’s eyes and searching for sincerity. He took a step closer, taking in a breath. JJ didn’t move a muscle, doing his best to appear confident.

“Just so you know, I don’t like what I’m about to say. But I love my sister, and I want her to be happy,” Topper started, jaw clenched. “One chance; you get one chance. You break her heart, and you’re gonna have a lot more broken.”

JJ nodded, holding out his hand for Topper to shake, “I’d never hurt her,” he said simply, obvious genuineness laced in his voice.

Topper firmly shook his hand with a short nod.

You peaked your head around Toppers opened door with a smile, deciding it was okay to reveal yourself now. You had heard the entire conversation, including a certain phrase that you couldn’t wait to say back to JJ.

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[wingedhallows]

i got my eye on you - four; marauders

pairing: marauders (sirius black x reader) | 2k words plot: albus reaches out to you to keep the marauders save, to not have them die, so you join them in their seventh year. authors note: i hope you're well, love u! If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know!

navigation | part one ; part two ; part three ; part four

You had left Sirius’ room when the others returned from hogsmeade. With kisses and little miss you’s, you left him alone. The walk to your room seemed longer than usual. You stopped outside the corridor, the moonlit night had a calming effect.

You pushed a stick between your lips and lit it with a tap from your finger. You let your gaze wander, though nothing much could be seen in the dark.

Something caught your attention or rather someone. Four figures argued with each other. You couldn’t make out three of them, they were hidden by the dark but the fourth one, you were sure, was Peter.

Your eyebrows furrowed, unsure what to think of it. You didn’t know Peter as well as the others, not like Sirius. He probably had friends apart from the marauders. You made a mental note to keep an eye on Peter, for his own sake.

Before you were able to accompany Sirius and his friends to breakfast, Albus had waved for you. Sirius didn’t have a chance to argue before you aparated away.

“What’s the matter, Headmaster?” The old wizard swatted his arm, signaling for you to take a seat. You didn’t argue and sat yourself down, the lighter which you stole from Sirius’ bedside table between your fingers.

“You have a little sister, am I correct?” You sighed and nodded your head.

“Millicent Fox, I believe.” You were well aware that your parents had another daughter, although you’ve met her maybe once or twice.

“She’s small, we’re almost twenty years apart.” You answered.

Albus nodded and plopped a lemon drop in his mouth. “Seventeen years to be accurate.” You diverted your gaze and dropped a small “whatever” in the process.

“She’s to enroll for her first year here in Hogwarts.” You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. “How generous of our parents.” He didn’t answer and gave you a small smile.

“Maybe you could look out for her and the first years.” A small smirk found itself on your lips. “Yet another task, Albus?” 

“Don’t think of it as a task, I heard she only speaks in the highest tones of you.” You shook your head, face in a scowl.

“She’s a kid.” He nodded.

“Exactly, so help her and the others stay kids, we all know what’s happening nowadays.” You didn’t answer the old wizard.

“Was that everything you wanted to talk to me about?” He shook his head.

“Not exactly.” You waited for him to continue. “I wanted to forward my praises.” He paused.

“For-”For exceptional execution of protection. The incident at the last Quidditch Match was a horrible incident which you defused in a short time. For a brief moment your relationship to Sirius Black stated a problem but seeing how you execute your work erased that worry.”

You were dumbfounded.

“My relationship?” He gave you a smile.

“I know everything, Miss Fox.” You cringed at your last name.

“One issue I do have, I’m afraid.” You once again didn’t interrupt him and waited for him to continue.

“I must plead to you that punishment of students in any form is to be executed by a teacher of this school, vigilantism is something I don’t want to see in these walls again, Miss Fox.” You nodded and excused yourself.

With a cigarette between your lips you wandered the school grounds, deep in thought.

You hadn’t seen Millie since she was a toddler, not that you knew her very well. Somehow you felt bad, bad for the little girl who had to grow up in the same awful household you had to. You’d give her a chance, you thought.

Give yourself a chance, maybe.

“Are you my sister?” A girl with big brown eyes started up to you, her hand grasped your coat with an iron grip. You looked around, eyes wide. “Miss Y/N?” A house elf you knew too well stood in front of you. “Esmy.” You spoke, your voice barely a whisper.

You crouched down, your arms already around the elf’s shoulders. “Where has Miss Y/N been? Esmy was greatly worried.” She tried. Esmy has been more of a mother than your own has ever been. 

She cared for you when you were sick, wiped your tears and played with you when neither of your parents paid you any mind.

“Miss Y/N is Miss Millicent’s sister.” Esmy spoke, pulling the little girl forward.

Your sister threw you a big smile and threw her tiny arms around your shoulders.

“I knew, you’re my prettiest best sister ever.”

She said, her pigtails hitting your face in the process.

“Esmy showed me photos and told super stories.” You gave her a small smile and grasped her cheek.

“Is that so?” She nodded and played with your hair while you spoke to Esmy. “How is she at home?” Esmy shook her head. 

“Not as strict but not kind either.” She said and you sighed.

"Millicent? Where are you child? Millicent?!”

Your eyes widened. “I gotta go, Millie.” She frowned and sniffled as she stared at you. “

No, I don’t want you to go.” “Take care of her, Esmy.” Esmy nodded and grabbed Millicent.

“I love you, Millie.”

You spoke before you aparated away, desperate to get away before your parents arrived.

“Love, here you are.” Sirius pulled you out of your thoughts, his bag slung over his shoulder.

With one hand he took your cigarette from you and with the other he pulled you closer, his hand buried in your neck. He pressed a hot kiss on your lips and smiled at you.

He took a drag and looked at you.

“What’s the matter?” You sighed and leaned over the railing. “Dumbledore knows of us.” He chuckled and threw an arm over your shoulders, another kiss pressed to your cheek.

“Does he have an issue with that?” Your lips broke into a small smile. “Not really, since I saved your ass a while ago.” He chuckled and took another drag.

He looked at you once more before intertwining his fingers with yours. “That’s not everything, is it?” You shook your head, a sigh left your lips.

“My little sister will come to Hogwarts soon.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Sister? I thought you were an only child.” You shook your head.

“She’s seventeen years younger than me, she’s barely a child. I don’t even know her.” You grasped his hand to take a drag yourself.

“Albus told you that, why?”

Your hand found his brown locks. “He wants me to look out for her and the other first years, with everything that’s going on.” He sighed but rummaged in his pockets for his pack. With a flick of his lighter, the next cigarette was lit.

“Then we’ll look out for them together.” You gave him a smile and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s grab a bite, huh?” You nodded and took the cigarette from his lips.

Sirius poured some pumpkin juice in your cup and went to grab your plate but you stopped him.

“I’m not hungry.” You protested, your head still swinging with all the thoughts and worry.

“You’ve got to eat something, Y/N.” James had to laugh as he grabbed his cup.

“What’re you laughing at, Potter?” Sirius glared at him. “Oh nothing, Black. Just, hilarious to see you acting all love sick.” Sirius straightened up quickly and threw a biscuit at him.

“I’m not.” James and Remus chuckled.

“Do you want some Pumpkin juice, my love.” James reenacted the previous event.

“Yes please, Sirius.” Remus joined in. “I do not at all sound like that.” You protested.

“Whatever you two, we’re hanging out in the yard later, you comin’ too?” James asked, his question directed at the both of you.

Sirius looked at you, his answer totally laid with you.

“Sure-” Your answer was interrupted by a sudden poof as your house elf, Suki appeared.

“Miss Y/N.” Marlene was so badly startled that she dropped her pumpkin pasty with a yelp.

“Suki, what’s the matter?” You watched the elf trying to not step on any plates or knock something over. 

“This letter arrived for Miss arrived just now. Suki hurried to deliver it.” You took the letter from her tiny hands and thanked her before she disappeared again.

To: Y/N Fox.

From: Millicent Fox.

“What is it?” 

You didn’t answer as you opened up the envelope. The paper was slightly crumbled, maybe she hesitated to send it.

Dear Y/N,

I don’t know if you remember me but I am your little sister, Millicent. I’m about to enroll for my first year at Hogwarts, School of Magic. Your house elf, Suki, has visited me. She let me know that you would be there too, though she didn’t tell me what for. I can’t imagine you as a teacher.

Don’t punish your house elf for talking to me, mother punishes Esmy for every little mistake. I hope you’re nothing like her, hopefully.

I’m excited to meet you, I hope you’re as kind as I imagine you to be.

With kind regards,

your little sister, Millie.

You closed the letter and pushed it back into its envelope.

“Who wrote you?” Sirius asked, pouring some milk into your cup of coffee.

“My sister.” He nodded and stirred the liquid some more. “Here you go.” He paused and placed a biscuit on your saucer. “Just this.” He spoke, puppy eyes forcing you to comply. After you took a bite of the biscuit Sirius had given you, Lily turned to you.

“You have a sister?” You nodded and took a sip from your coffee.

“A very small one, yes.” Sirius placed his hand on your back and spoke again. “What she say?” You grasped his hand and intertwined your fingers.

“She’s very excited to meet me.” Sirius nodded, taking a bite of his food. “That’s good, right?” You nodded, a small smile on your lips.

“I hope.” 

“So, are you two official yet?” Marlene asked, the table stilled. She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Oh please, you two hold hands, smile at each other all the time. I’m not even going to begin to imagine what you lot did while we were at Hogsmeade the other day.” 

James stared at his friend and then at you.

“You two, I thought you were joking?” Lily had to chuckle.

“You really are blind, Potter.” You cleared your throat, a small smile on your lips.

“He hasn’t asked me yet, so no, not official.” Sirius let go of your hand, eyes wide.

“We kissed!” He threw in. “Boys.” Marlene sighed while shaking her head.

“Oh and how we kissed, my dear Sirius.” You paused.

“But until you ask me to be your girlfriend, I’m not.” He sighed and took another bite.

“Do you-”Not like this, Sirius.” Marlene threw in.

“Not over the dinner table, you neanderthal.”

“But how?” She smirked at Sirius.

“That’s for you to figure out, love.” You smiled before you lit yourself a cigarette.

Sirius stayed quiet as his thumb caressed the back of your hand, his head visibly smoking.

“Idiot.” Marlene commented.

“I really don’t know what you see in him, honestly.” You blew some smoke. “He’s not just a pretty face, Marlene.” She huffed a chuckle as she took a sip of her drink.

“Whatever you say.” You threw her a smile and felt Sirius relax. The letter in your pocket weighed a ton, your head was full of thoughts.

You didn’t know if you were prepared for all that but there was something you were absolutely sure about.

These kids would stand by your side and Sirius would be closest.

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no one asked but here's what I would do if I could rewrite the Parkers arc on TVD:

starting out Kai would leave after taking Jo's magic. I don't even care where he goes or if his final line in season six is "have a good life, sissy" but my boy would disappear and go run free for a while and leave mystic falls behind. So no second stent in a prison world or being a blood-bag for a bunch of heretics (like y'all wonder why he came back to the wedding swinging).

Listen, do I still want him to become a heretic ??

Yes, 100%.

But we'd need to figure out how to avoid killing Jo and Liv in the process, so we'd be relying on some silly TVD loophole. As coven leader his ass should be able to sever the ties binding them.

(or maybe jo gets given vampire blood at the hospital pre wedding and when he stabs her she wakes up too but as a vampire i don't KNOW and i don't care but we keep the three of them alive end of discussion. the Red Wedding is so deliciously evil of him part of me wants to keep it but maybe we focus on making it about killing their awful dad/the abusive family and leave the siblings out of it).

so yes, Jo would somehow make it through the wedding unscathed, leaving Caroline out of the horrible gemini baby incubator plot line.

Liv and Tyler get back together post wedding gate, and in season 7 they're hopefully enjoying college and making plans for the future. She's still broken up about Luke, obviously, but she's finding ways to heal. He's helping her, she's helping him, they're healthy and adorable and 100% on track for marriage.

In season 7 we'd see Jo and Ric adjusting to pregnancy/parenthood, with the mystic falls gang rallying around them to help.

We'd get an occasional check in on Kai: i want him off being ridiculous on islands and in europe and just vibing being a menace wherever he'd like; maybe the MFG call him for magical advice since he's wicked smart where the witch histories are involved or maybe hes still hung up on bonnie and calling every few months to see if she misses him yet (she'll never admit she does).

In Season 8, the saltzman girls start to get their powers. The gang hasn't heard from Kai in a while, maybe we haven't even seen him in town since he left in season 6. But he shows up unannounced one afternoon on Jo and Ric's porch (they've upped to a family house) asking if he's missed dinner. It's a holiday: my boys got an awful sweater on, a baked good in one hand and a sack of presents for the girls in the other. I'd also like a santa hat with a little bell if it's christmas.

The loophole about Jo saying she'd kill him if he ever came back is that now she's a mom, and the girls are confirmed witches (which makes them official members of the coven) so if he dies they die, and he doesn't think Jo will kill her own kids.

Obviously he's right, so a super weird and uncomfortable "family" dinner ensues. The girls have no idea who he is at first, but they're thrilled to meet a new Uncle. They have questions about their mom growing up, and questions about Kai now and where he lives, and Josie, especially, has questions about what's wrong with them.

Lizzy is nervous around new people, but Josie isn't even the tiniest bit afraid of him. She peppers him with question after question, hardly letting him catch his breath:

If he's a siphon like her, how come he has magic of his own now? Can she ever have that, too? Does letting her magic drain out ever stop hurting? Will she ever be as good a witch as Lizzy? Why were they born like this?

And Kai can't help but fall for her. No one answered his questions when he was a kid, so he takes his time telling her the truth now. He still doesn't know why the spirits did this to them and not their sisters - but there's nothing stopping Josie from being as powerful as she wants to be.

(Except him, of course, but she doesn't need to know that.)

At dinner, Jo and Ric sit at either end of the table, and Kai sits in the middle across from the girls. Lizzy's warmed up to him now and keeps asking him for special tricks. They haven't seen a real witch except for Aunt Bonnie, and having one so close for the evening - let alone someone they're actually related to, is a novelty they can't pass up.

Suddenly Kai flicks his wrist, and the girls freeze in their seats. "They're cuter than I thought they'd be," he admits.

"What did you do to them?" Ric growls, starting to stand. But Kai keeps him in his seat with another wave of his hand, smiling at both of them.

"We need to have a little chat," he tells them, "grown ups only."

"So send them to their rooms," Jo snaps, "we don't use magic on our children-,"

"Oh nice," Kai nods, "good on you for breaking the family traditions. But this will only take a moment, sissy, and they won't remember a thing. Pinky promise."

"Fine," Jo says, "what is it?"

"Simple question," Kai sighs. "I know which one of them is my favorite, but how about you two?"

Jo and Ric can only stare at him.

"You probably like Lizzy best, right?" Kai asks, rolling his eyes at Jo. "But what about you, Ric? Does Josie being a little freak bother you? Or does it not really matter, since you've never been a witch anyway?"

"Kai-," Jo tries to stop him, but he brushes her off.

"Don't pretend you don't have a secret favorite," he says. "You and I both know every parent does. Now tell me which one it is, and I'll unfreeze them."

"Why would I ever do that?" Jo asks. "I don't HAVE a favorite, I love them both."

"Well," Kai hums. "I suppose I could kill them both, if it's what you want. But between us it only really needs to be one of them. I thought you'd at least want to pick which one you got to keep."

He flicks his wrist, and the girls go back to peppering him with questions. Jo and Ric exchange panicked, horrified glances.

"Why are you two looking at me like that?" Kai asks, making sparks dance on his fingers for the girls. "I'm being nice, or did you miss the part where I said you could keep one of them?"

*

Later, after Ric and Jo have had a heated debate on what they should or shouldn't do, Jo takes the girls into the living room where Kai's waiting.

"Oof, bit harsh, sissy," he says, standing, "making one of them watch?"

Jo doesn't say anything, she just stops before him, the girls standing between them.

"Who's it going to be?" He asks, cracking his knuckles.

"I don't know," Jo says, "because I can't decide, and I'm not going to."

Kai tips his head back, groaning. "Come on, that wasn't the deal-,"

"I didn't agree to any deal," she reminds him, keeping a tight grip on each of her daughters. "I love them both, Kai, equally. If you want me to pick Lizzy because she's the easier option, I'm not going to do it. Josie is just as much a witch as any of us, and I'm not going to give up on her just because we might have hard days. I'm their mother, I can't make this choice."

Kai glares at her, knowing where she's headed.

"So if this is really what you want to do, then you look at your nieces right now," she orders, "and pick."

Kai rolls his eyes. This is her big plan?

Fine, easy.

He drops down to his knees before the girls, looking at each of them. Josie shuffles a bit closer, tugging the edge of his sleeve.

"Uncle Kai," she whispers, "did we do something wrong?"

Kai's expression falters. "No," he says, "you - you haven't done anything."

"Then why are you and mommy fighting?" Lizzy asks, tilting her head.

"Because your mom is being difficult," Kai pinches the bridge of his nose, "can you two just be quiet for a minute?"

"Sorry, Uncle Kai," Josie shrinks in on herself, drawing her little hand away from his arm.

He stares at them, and they stare right back at him. It should be easy - but it isn't. Josie has his eyes, his hair, his curse. And Lizzy can't shut up to save her life, she's twitching now with the need to ask him something else.

"You're both so - small," he says, one hand on each of their cheeks. "You're kids," his eyes flick up to where Jo still stands above them, "they're just kids."

"I know," Jo agrees, "so were we."

and just like that, we've got an immortal coven leader and no need to ever do a merge again

anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk

#kai parker #malachai parker #the parkers #gemini coven #alaric saltzman #jo parker #liv parker #the vampire diaries #tvd

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Ten

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this one, I was trying to make it longer bc I intend to add a big time break next chapter and I needed everything to be in place, hope u enjoy it :)))

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

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Pain.

That's all she felt.

Everywhere. Every single inch of her body was hovering and turning in pain.

Excruciating and extended.

Her eyes were blurry and took a long time to focus, and even a longer to realize where she was. The basement of her house.

And that sad figure on the stairs certainly was Sirius Black.

Felt like her brain got flipped, like someone stole and juggled around with it just to return it shaky and scared. The last thing she remembered was Regulus, standing right where his brother is, pulling her closer and closer to the living world.

Fuck, she was back.

"Holy smokes." The man said, crawling closer and closer to her, wand in hand just in case. "Are you really...?"

She blinked her eyes at him, trying to move the lips but feeling the throat ache like she just swallowed a cup of sand and glass.

"That's insane!" He shouted, a small smile on his lips. "But that's like... the eighth most insane thing that I've seen this last weeks."

The jokes were made to stop the tears from falling even though she could notice how his eyes sparkled.

Y/n was alive once more, he hadn't disappointed James and Lily again.

"Hold still, I'll grab you a cup of water." He mumbled just above a breath, and stood up, running to the kitchen. "Here ya go, mini Evans."

Pushing the liquid down her throat, she felt it burning like firewhiskey. Merlin, that hurt.

"Where's.... Reggie?" She whispered, voice breaking and exploding into coughing just as she finished her sentence. "He was here."

"He went back to the house, couldn't bare to look at you any longer." He told, caressing her hair as it slowly gained a little more color. "I said I'd stay behind to take care of your body until he was ready to give you a funeral. I offered to clean the house but he declined."

Of course he would, she thought, Regulus hated when things weren't adjusted his way. When they started living together, he finally had some control of what his house could look like and he wasn't ready to give it up.

His speech.

How he felt for her, even almost made her not regret kissing him the last time they saw each other.

"Take me to him." She pleaded, feeling her bones ache and flesh twist inside her body. "I need Reggie."

"I know you two have this really complicated relationship and shit, but right now you need to rest." He mocked, shaking his head no, like an old father who knew his kid was in love.

"Padfoot." Y/n called sternly, dropping his act. "Do you know anything about resurrecting someone? No. And I don't have strength on my own. If he finds out I came back but re-died because you didn't apparate with me, he'll murder you."

Hell, she was right.

"We'll grab the potions needed and you'll take me to him." She instructed. "Right now, we're both serious."

He choked in a laugh, looking at her in shock that she'd make that joke right now.

But he had to admit, on his early years in Hogwarts he'd tell that joke and its variants all the time, so much the marauders and the girls would already anticipate them.

And for just a moment, Sirius saw James' eyes instead of hers.

Shrugging it off, he pulled her arm above his head and helped feet after feet going upstairs, wanting to get out of there but also not forcing her in case she wasn't strong enough.

But oh boy, she was.

"Take that drawer." Y/n instructed, nodding towards the same furniture she asked Remus a couple nights ago. "And those papers and books, you can put it here." She said, opening a small backpack that was hidden under the coffee table. "It's for emergencies." She whispered upon seeing his gaze.

"Alright, what else do we need?"

The girl didn't answer, holding herself on the back rest of the biggest chair in the living room, shaky fingers gripping into the wood like her life depended on it.

Instead, she opted to whistle a light melody, looking at the main door, open wide due to the Death Eaters' forced entrance.

Sirius was starting at her like she just punched him in the face, asking what was wrong with her.

But he was surprised when two possessors came barging in, following the sound that came out of her lips.

She opened up the backpack and held it with both hands, her back pressed firmly against the wall for security.

The possessor didn't even hesitate to enter it, making their figures smaller and smaller to fit the tiny hole.

"What the..."

The biggest was Regulus' possessor, the one she ran after for the entire city they lived in two and a half years ago.

It's eyes found her pupils, just like the day she won his confidence, after two weeks of fighting each other through the streets.

Suffice to say, Regulus was less than pleased to see that thing once she came home with it, it was much bigger than the ones lying in the basement and stared holes in his face, desesperately wanting to possess his body once again.

The smaller was Luna's possessor, it was way shorter and it's eyes weren't in the slightest scary. That girl wouldn't take long to surpass the layers of the death world, so there wasn't that much work to do.

Once both were nice and organized in the backpack with the other supplies, she handed it over to Sirius.

"Ouch!" He yelled, feeling his head hit the ground and hands twist as soon as she let go of the bag.

"Careful, it's heavy." Her hoarse voice announced, almost giggling.

"Oh is it? I didn't notice!" He responded, forcing himself up and throwing the heavy backpack over his shoulder. "Anything else m'lady?"

Her eyes darted around, staring at every corner of that house, knowing she'd miss it so badly.

"Regulus already took a lot of your things, before you ask." Sirius groaned. "Like the hairbrush, the necklace and the tiara. He said you'd probably want to be buried with them."

The tiara, part of the costume Remus and Sirius got her for Halloween, the one that James died next to.

The younger Black was right. She wanted to be buried with those her whole life, but now maybe she'd give Harry the hairbrush, he had so little from their parents.

"Then that's all." She nodded, the feeling of missing it already shaking her body.

She'd miss waking up to find Regulus in the kitchen, hair pulled back in a small bun with teapot and two teacups on his hands.

Would certainly miss how they'd always want to move the furniture around the room without magic, and always ended up on the floor exhausted.

How sometimes they would feed the possessors like they were dogs.

How Regulus would always say he wanted a cat, and she'd tell him it would leave fur all around the house and he'd go mental with the animal.

That's when she realized.

Sure the house was a big part of her.

But what she missed really was him.

That obnoxiously intelligent man, she loved to mess with. She loved to see him.

She loved him.

And after literally dying, she was ready to admit that. But not to him, never.

To herself.

She could now accept the fact that the long stares when she looked at him, how she fell asleep in his arms every night, led to her feeling that way.

And it was fine.

What was not fine however was the turning and circling in her stomach when they landed right in front of the Order's house.

Her vision was so blurry she could barely see the doorknob Sirius was turning and pushing their way inside.

The Black had to hold her weight by the elbows at the mere sensation she'd fall.

He tried his best not to announce to the painting of his mother that they were back, it would be a catastrophic disaster.

"Regulus is on his bedroom, last door to the left." He instructed, helping to stand on the stairs while turning around to meet his cousin Tonks.

Y/n walked like an animal, with hand and knees, groaning in pain as it felt burning every inch of her skin.

She struggled all the path to the door Sirius mentioned, hearing him downstairs answer the girl's questions to make sure he wasn't a Death Eater.

Without any forces to get up or reach for the doorknob, she just banned slightly on his door.

No response.

Once again, she knocks three times, leaving her hand to rest on the wood, hoping for him to open soon before she passed out, backpack aching on her shoulders.

With a smooth crack, a house elf stood in front of her, his eyes held even more than just disgust.

"Master Regulus don't want to be bothered." He announced, sounding more like a threat. "And he ordered me to petrificate anyone who's behind the door if they try again."

Scoffing, she held tight to the fabric of her pants to stop her fingers from shaking. "That's very you, Reggie."

Before Y/n even blinked, the door was swung open and her numb body fell to his feet.

"For the love of Merlin." The man muttered, kneeling in front of her and grabbing those shaky cheeks, staring intensely at her eyes. "Y/n?"

"I found you once, and then did it again." She concluded, a breaking smile appearing.

Exactly what she promised she'd do, and tears welled up on his eyes before pulling her in for a tight hug.

His hands wandered around, her hair, her cheeks, her arms, all the way down to her trembling knees.

"How?!? I- I saw..."

"I was in the first layer." The Potter answered, being pulled inside by the man.

"All this time?"

"Well, you waited for me all this time."

Regulus positioned her on the bed, placing two pillows behind her head to make it more comfortable and started opening the backpack, holding her hand the entire time.

The possessors jumped out of it, looking around the house and feeling excited with the air of trauma and pain all around, running in circles around his room.

"Kreacher, can you fetch something for them to eat?" He asked quickly, unscrewing the top of a bottle and lining it up on her lips.

"Fuck this tastes awful."

"I know. I've been there."

The girl lightly mocked his comment but smiled big after it.

Regulus was so focused on taking care of Y/n, turning potions down her throat as he saw her doing so many times before, he didn't even noticed Sirius figure peeking from the door, Remus right next to him.

Both men stared at their interactions, how the Black had a faint smile on his lips after so many nights of dark stares and sad tears.

Sirius tapped Lupin's shoulder, indicating their hands enlaced together with a smile so wide. The werewolf smiled too, seeing how Y/n looked at him adorably.

And they dared to deny they're in love! They thought, shaking heads together.

Stepping out, they closed the door to give them some privacy and some alone time, knowing damn well Harry would wake up in the morning and want to spend time with his sister.

Not to mention the insane amount of questions the others would have.

A few minutes later, he fed her the last potion needed for now, eyes and face with a lot more color and it didn't seem to hurt her to breath for so long.

"Kreacher, I want you to meet her properly." Regulus called, welcoming the elf closer to them. "This is Y/n Potter, she's Harry's twin. And the one that brought me back to life."

His eyes went big, taking over his entire scrunched up face and he bowed to her. "I am eternally grateful for bringing Master Regulus back."

"Well, he brought me back too, so I guess we're even now."

We are far from it, the Black thought but decided to stay shut about.

"You need to rest now." He informed, pulling her knees so she'd be fully laying down. "Hell no." Regulus ordered, standing up and letting go of her hands for just a bit, grabbing something on his drawers.

He came back in less than two seconds, grabbing her by the calf and shoving a sock on her foot, doing the exact same with the other one, mumbling curse words in french the entire time.

"Are your trying to convert me, Black?" She asked, a smug smile on her face when she looked at her feet now covered with wool socks in the Slytherin colors. "I see your second intentions."

"You just look pretty in green." He shrugged, trying not to make it obvious he wanted to see her with the colors of his house.

"Sure, of course I'll believe that, Slytherin Prince."

"Fine, if you don't want them..."

"No!" She fought, taking her feet away from his lap. "They're comfy." Regulus rolled his eyes. "Come on, we have to sleep. Wanna be the small spoon?" She suggested, smiling at him and already turning to be on her side.

"I have a better idea."

With a tight grip, he rolled her around to be chest up once again, spreading her legs a little in a motion that made her heart run circles inside her chest.

The Black made his way to be on top of her, between her legs, to which she squirmed a little bit, a chill spreading down her spine.

He lied all his weight on her, adjusting himself in a way his head would be placed on her chest, hearing the heartbeats.

"Relax, everything is fine now." Regulus said, noticing how quick paced they were. "I'll be here if you have any nightmares."

He nuzzle against her body, not moving his head once, wanting to make sure she was there.

Alive.

With the man she was in love with holding her tight, between her legs and head so close to her breasts, it was hard to relax. But she forced herself to, falling asleep like that, close to her loved one and the possessors guarding their sleep.

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"Y/n?"

She woke up, startled, breath hitching on her throat. Regulus was hovering over her.

"Which one was it?"

The Potter felt confused for just a moment, but noticed what he was talking about. She was squirming on her sleep and heartbeat so fast like a rat's heart.

He thought she was having a nightmare.

"Uh the- the one with Abby." She lied, breathing in and out. "But it's fine now, don't worry."

"Are you really?"

Opting for nodding instead of saying it, a bad sensation of thirst in her throat.

"I'm glad. Stay here, I'll bring you breakfast."

He quickly leaned in, leaving a gentle peck on her lips and getting up.

"Oh... oh, uh- oookay." She answered as he left the bedroom, leaving behind a very confused Y/n, with possessor who groaned something to her. "Oh shut it, you two." She grunted, trying to not make her smile so wide.

With two fingers, she pinched herself, making sure it wasn't a dream. But it happened the she was wide awake.

When he came back, a few minutes later, with her favorite breakfast in hands, she decided not to address it. He made it look so casual, as if they were doing this for years so she decided to leave it like that.

Sitting on the bed, back pushed to the headboard, she took in the breakfast, with Regulus lying his head on her thighs and staring at her the whole time.

"Are you sure you're fine?" She asked after swallowing the drink. "You haven't asked me anything yet."

"Because you won't know peace once those kids wake up." He replied, drawing shapes in the fabric of her pants. "Specially those two your brother calls best friends, I was one second away of cursing them."

"You be nice!" She averted, finger pointing at him. "You weren't any better, bombing me with questions every two minutes."

"That's totally different."

She laughed, taking the reforce potion with the rest of the meal.

They just kept in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence in the warmest way possible. Once again, just the two of them. How it has always been. How Regulus wanted it to be forever.

When the conversation outside started to get more and more crowded, the Black decided to call Harry.

Everyone noticed the sudden change of mood in the heir's movement, looking a lot more light and like a gentleman in the 1800s instead of a bloody vigilante assassin.

So for that, Harry was more than suspicious and refused to go upstairs.

"You're acting weird." The boy pointed. "And nothing changed, so I'm sorry if I don't trust you like she did."

"I'm sorry to break it to ya." The voice on the stairs said, attracting everyone attention. "But we've been kind of a package deal for the last years, so he's like this personalized keychange that comes with me, no refunds."

She was holding herself tightly to the handrail and using the biggest possessor as a support.

Regulus immediately held his hand out, being her new crutch despite rolling eyes at how she described him.

"A blood traitor! Regulus how could you?" The portrait of Walburga shouted, muffled because it was facing the wall but still making itself present. "Do you have any idea what we have done for you, just so you could come back and stab us with-"

They couldn't hear anything in a second, and all eyes turned to Sirius, but he was just as astonished.

"I didn't came back to hear mother scream at me again." The younger Black answered, making his brother's eyes sparkle looking at him.

"I'm so proud... Group hug?"

"Lay one finger on me and I'll snap all of your bones in half."

Y/n mouthed something like "He won't" without any sound, knowing Regulus enjoyed this powerful dark face he had.

"I'll take a family hug." She said, removing the hand from the possessor and reaching out for her brother, who immediately ran across the living room to get to her.

They embraced each other so hard the girl felt her bones aching, and held in a huff, just glad she was one again with her twin.

"I thought I lost you." Harry whispered, body shaking from falling tears.

"I never leave my family behind."

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Drop the Miku Binder TJ rant bestie

okay so like

i was just thinking about it, and, like, i think it's fucking nuts but also really weird how the hamilton fandom (which i'm in but i swear i'm not an uwu lams turtles shipper please) somehow took this CRUSTY, TERF-BANGED, UGLY, OLD, REDHEADED, RAPIST ASS MOTHERFUCKER,

and turned his ugly ass into this.

like damn what the hell- what- how???? okay like yeah, they're using daveed diggs as a base for this bullshit, which, okay, fine, but YOU DID NOT NEED TO ADD THE INFO. The idea itself is funny but also a bit weird, however im 99% sure Diggs himself wore that shirt. However, all of the extra info??? come on. Where'd the fandom get this istg y'all-

Also, also, they did something similar by making John Laurens (gay blonde dumbass) into an UWU turtles boy. ....why. Bi trash coffee gremlin tumblr over-worked sleep-deprived alexander hamilton. like yeah relatable but. why. small bean big sweater uwu innocent boy blushy short james madison. ...why. bro was stubborn and would pick a fight and was the 'fuck you' type of shy.

I just find it wild the fandom made this and it is the entirety of the fandom into one. There's the good sides, there's the bad, and there's this. Which encompasses the ENTIRE. FUCKING. FANDOM.

The fandom has its headcanons, it has its perks, but then you reach the side where everyone is just a wild fucking original character. They don't model the historical figures anymore- they're just OCs with the name 'Philip Hamilton' or 'John Laurens' or god forbid our third U.S president 'Thomas Jefferson' slapped onto it.

I'm also so confused as to how this is what the fandom is known for. We have some good fics, we have hella good art, we have a M U S I C A L , and then the first thought people have of the Ham fandom is Miku Binder Third President Founding Fucker Slaveowner Thomas Jefferson.

I also find it kind of offensive (almost put insluting oh my ufckjg-) that they made a founder become this but like he'd probably be really pissed so please keep fucking up his memory lmao he deserves it

But like... also why. What made them think of this.

Like yeah I write 20k word TR smut but you don't see me drawing it.

You don't see me making him an UWU e-boy.

...Eh I probably would for shits and giggles tbh

But like this is founding father Thomas Jefferson. Third Pres. Second VP. First Sec. of State. And he is a furry, ex-cocaine addict. Also btw do they mean John Laurens or John Adams as the former drug dealer part because neither are better but it'd really help

Also bro literally raped his 14 year old slave and had like 6 kids with her. He had her room DIRECTLY NEXT TO HIS. He RAPED HIS DEAD WIFE'S HALF-SISTER. AND HE'S A SAD UWU MAN WHO DID NOTHING WRONG?

Let's not forget this same person made a post saying Lizzie (the Queen) would be reincarnated as a horse when she died. I'm serious. Deadass.

However, it's also funny as fuck because this entire thing is a tarnish to Jefferson and I fucking HATE that bastard so like good job lol

At the same time though it's still super weird??? But insane??? Because how did this become one of the Tumblr exclusives??? like it's Tumblr history at this point. Twitter history. You cannot express any like for the Hamilton musical before you get the 'have you seen miku binder thomas jefferson' and it's like 'well shit'.

But also remember: THIS IS NOT AN OC TO FUCK AROUND WITH. Hamilton the Musical specifically gave you and presented you the founder. Thomas Jefferson. Played by Daveed Diggs. Just because it is played by a POC, but also modernized, and vastly different from the actual founder and President, does not mean that at its core it is NOT STILL THE SAME PERSON.

If you name it Thomas Jefferson, if you use the presentation of him given by Daveed Diggs, you are still using that white fucking slave-owning racist motherfucker, and that's the point of it all.

I find it stupid but funny but also insane, and I wouldn't care, unless I KNEW IT WAS SERIOUS. The artist made it seriously. They made John Laurens. They made Philip Hamilton. They did this seriously.

but like also look at this lmao

This meme of Thomas Jefferson in a Hatsune Miku binder really got trending on Twitter at one point

It's an infamous, hellish, classic meme of both Tumblr and the Hamilton fandom, and it deserves what attention it's got, but Jesus please never unironically make shit like this again, Hamilfans, we're stained by this we don't need another😭🔫

EDIT:

i have more

So like, I just remembered: it kinda romanticizes these guys??? The musical??? so like don't get me wrong i love the music but... it puts them into this light. This pink light. It paints Hamilton as an abolitionist who was outspoken about it. When, in reality, dude traded and sold slaves for his in-laws + wasn't all that outspoken about it + was against immigrants or migrants, WHEN DUDE WAS FROM THE ISLANDS. HE HAD SCOTTISH BLOOD. AND HE'S AGAINST IT? Hypocrisy at its finest.

Washington also owned slaves and ran his own plantation too, so he's not off the hook. Madison, the 'uwu small bean' of the fandom, also owned slaves and ran a plantation. So the main people of this entire fiasco are slave-owners. Perfect. But also I've heard Ron Chernow's book on Hamilton, the entire start of the musical, is a bit biased to Ham himself, so...

You could be saying 'but FDRsduckfloaty, Sally is mentioned!' yes. But however, not enough. Not more. It's not even implied more than potentially ONCE what he did, and I'm not sure it ever was! Cabinet battle 3 states it flat-out but it was cut. For your info, Ben Franklin and John Adams are the only two you can really like in the slavery aspect. Ben bought them but let them go for their freedom, and John detested slavery and was against it. Never owned one.

Jefferson did add a slavery clause to the declaration but it was discarded, and he didn't fight half as much as he could have. Maybe he did and since it was the 1700s he didn't have a lot of support, but surely he could've done something like, I don't know, call it out after his terms? Once you're done gaining your second term and out of office, they can't do shit to it or your presidency, since it's over.

So the musical itself has its own problem and the fandom is even worse. It blatantly disregards that a LOT. A hella lot of the amrev fandom + a small part of the ham fandom has called TJeffs out for it but I mean can we please not make shit like Miku Binder Jefferson and act like he wasn't an actual child rapist???

This video does pretty well at it. I will admit the tagline 'America then, told by America now' almost sends shivers down my spine for what it really means. But then again I find men not knowing they'd make it down into the history books for starting the world's global power and the world's economic powerhouse pretty interesting. Doing something big and knowing it's historical, but not that it's going to form a very, VERY large country, where you'll be honored down the road and called a Founding Father of an entire nation? Signing papers and not knowing they're the founding stones of a country and still looked up to today? Intriguing.

But like still fuck Thomas Jefferson lmao

there's a lot more videos on it that dig deep, but the point is, that Hamilton is a good musical with good songs but it's also very... complex, and a bit problematic, Thomas Jefferson is a little bitch, and you should stan 1776 before you ever stan Hamilton. 1776 does not do this. It is much more realistic. 1776 has Benjamin Franklin and that's an immediate win. Be more like a 1776, be less like a Hamilton.

#miku binder thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson #this is the rant that woulda stayed in drafts #rant post #hamilton fandom #not just hamilton no no the fandom itself

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Can you do sp main 4 with a reader who is trans mtf?? I really like your ftm one and since my sister is trans mtf she would love to read this x

sp main 4 finding out reader is trans mtf

A/N: i am so glad you liked it and i hope your sister likes this too!!!! i know this is really similar to the ftm one mainly because i dont think they'd react too differently! link to ftm vers here

also i wanted to add that i usually write with a fem reader differently than a g/n or masc reader!! mostly because they're like 4th graders and the whole girls vs boys thing. so i'm sorry if they're... colder??? idk how to describe it😭

stan marsh

he's just like "oh" in a surprised voice

doesn't really care but might ask a few,,, personal questions. he's genuinely curious and he doesn't mean harm. asks about what it means and why you transitioned

"how did you find out? like what does it feel like?"

he might encourage you to talk to wendy and the girls if you haven't become friends with them already! he says this because he knows it'd probably be nice for you to hang out with other girls so they can dress you up and help you feel like you fit in

also puts in a good word to wendy for you and u two become friends :)

again you coming out might make him question his own gender. he just gets really confused because he's never had the chance to explore himself and having a trans friend makes him more comfortable to do so!!

might ask you questions at first about how you found out, but other than that he just treats you like how he normally does; probably forgets that you're trans if anything

kyle broflovski

kyle never really hangs out with girls in the first place, the closest girl friends he has being you and sometimes wendy. he is very awkward around girls .

so you don't have to worry about him treating you like more of a bro after you come out, because he doesn't. if he were to treat you any differently he would treat you like more of a girl if anything if that makes sense

like he doesn't mean to exclude you but he figures it'd make you feel better to not be grouped with the boys??

"yeah, i get that. sometimes i feel like i was made to be a tall black man. it's really hard to play basketball as a 4'3" jewish white boy."

mostly, he doesn't really care, and he probably actually would prefer not to hear you talk about it. like i mean he prefers to not hear about 'assigned genders' because it makes him think of genitalia and honestly he does not like to think about that

so yeah, he's a little confused but he tries his best to understand, and he might be appreciative that you opened up about it, but for the most part he's just like "good for you" and moves on

eric cartman

similar to the ftm one, since he's known you as a girl all this time that no matter how hard he wants to misgender you he never truly sees you as anything other than a girl

he'll call you names and tease you for it but at the end of the day he still sees you as a cootie-ridden girl

he kicks you out of games because 'girls can't play games' and the others say you can play and he gets all pissy

he shoos you away at lunch not because you're trans but because you're a girl. he would rather be caught dead than hanging out with a chick. so in a way he's kind of accidentally an ally LOL

he gets uncomfortable when the topic gets brought up and would prefer not to think about it. he genuinely wants to stay out of it because he does NOT want to know what people have down under. absolutely hates thinking about it

"dude, i already live in a hot dog. i don't need to have any more wieners in my face."

kenny mccormick

he looks at you funny all confused.

"mph, nmph? mphph? (wait, what? really?)"

"mmphmph, mph mphph mmf mmphh.. (jesus, dude, i never would've guessed.)"

he's genuinely really confused because all the stereotypes of trans girls he's seen on tv and they all depict them looking super masculine and stuff. he's never really met a trans person so he's confused when you're just some normal kid

he's supportive, but he doesn't really care. he pats you on the back and says cool and then goes back to like. playing mario kart or whatever you guys were doing

he doesn't know anything about what it means so he might ask some questions about what dysphoria is and transitioning and all that. he will listen genuinely but he might fall asleep. he actually does care though!!!

thinks it's interesting but never brings it up again or talks about it and treats you like normal. honestly he would be very happy to play princesses with you as princess kenny

you have sleepovers and he acts all girly. like you do his hair and nails and dress him up and he kicks his feet having the time of his life

#south park #platonic headcanons #platonoc south park x reader #platonic x reader #sp fandom #sp x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #sp #stan sp #sp stan #kyle sp #sp kyle #cartman sp #sp cartman #kenny sp #sp kenny #pineappleciders

[aubreysheadspace]

Hi! Can I please request the gang Sunny, Aubrey, Basil, Mari, Hero, and Kel, with an s/o who has children? That their s/o is a teen parent who had them when they were really young but is already a really great parent.

MAIN CAST WITH A TEEN PARENT READER

WOAH?? i’ve seen this request in some other blogs as well, so here’s my take on it! hope u enjoy!

SUNNY

SUNNY has never seen someone in his entire shut-in life who’s a teenager.. but also a parent. it surprised him a bit, but would feel bad for you. what if you still had school to go to but also have to take care of your kids?

he thinks you’re a great parent and wishes to help often, but isn’t sure how to take care of kids in general. if you still go to school, SUNNY would often do your homework and projects with the knowledge he has so that you don’t have to do it, and can just focus on your kid(s)

he would try to babysit your kid(s), but isn’t really the best person for the job. your kid(s) is/are probably a tiny bit afraid of him due to his usual stoic demeanor, but it’s not his fault!

if your kid(s) slowly start to warm up to him, SUNNY would try and be more comfortable to be around. he might even try to smile for your kid(s).

AUBREY

another one who isn’t good with kids. due to her tough exterior, your kid(s) is/are probably terrified of AUBREY at first. she doesn’t want to scare them, but she isn’t sure how to approach them.

AUBREY feels incredibly bad for you, as being a teen parent is stressful enough. she’ll try her best to be there for you when it is definitely needed. she’s not doing so well in school, so the least she can do is offer to babysit

she’ll start to warm up to your kid(s) and be more comfortable around them, hell maybe even teach them something cool! she’d definitely be a great "big sister who’s a badass" figure

she practically has a lot of free time besides school and sometimes church, so she can maybe possibly take your kid(s) out and hang out with the HOOLIGANS

KEL

while KEL isn’t so great at most things, he knows a thing or two about babysitting or taking care of a kid! he’s a big brother now, he’s knows a few things after taking care of SALLY

he’s the third person who’d be a reliable caretaker for your kid(s). he’s a bit confused on why you’re a teen but with (a) kid(s) but then feels bad for you, it must be a lot of work for you!

he’s not doing so good in school, so he’ll offer to babysit your kid(s) so you can focus on your studies for a bit. your kid(s) will probably love KEL for how much fun he is! he’ll always be there for you to help.

though his knowledge with kids aren’t as great as HERO and MARI’s, KEL is at least better than the other three due to having more experience

HERO

it’s a tie between HERO and MARI for who’s more reliable when it comes to caretaking, but he’s a tiny bit more experienced since he has KEL and SALLY as little siblings. plus, he can also cook and practically do anything for you like chores, your homework, anything!

HERO would hate to see you stressed out, and so he would always be there for you. but since he’s at college most of the time, he’ll ask KEL to help you when he isn’t available.

your kid(s) LOVE(S) HERO, calling him big brother. a bit nervous at first, he feels absolutely touched that your kid(s) adore him! he tries to be a great older figure towards them and gives them a few life lessons as well

overall, he’s a great caretaker and would gladly take care of your kid(s) if wasn’t so much busy with college.

BASIL

BASIL is an only child and has his own issues to deal with, so he’s not really the person to rely on if you need someone to babysit your kid(s). he WILL try his best, but keyword WILL

it’d be more better if you let your kid stay at BASIL’s house for the time being if you needed to be somewhere, since POLLY can take care of the kid(s) for you. BASIL is thankful for POLLY for this situation

he will eventually get more comfortable around your kid(s) if they aren’t too noisy and reckless, and would even show them photos in the PHOTO ALBUM and all the flowers and plants he takes care of!

maybe your kid(s) will have an interest for gardening and or photography because of him! BASIL would love it if they did, because they’d have something more in common now!

MARI

like with HERO, he and MARI are tied to who’s the most reliable one when helping to take care of your kid(s). and although she’s practically second place, she’s absolutely great at it!

when taking care of your kid(s), her big sister and possibly motherly instincts kick in. she’d be a mix of a slightly strict mom and a fun big sister. she would lecture your kid(s) if they make a mistake of some sorts but also takes care of them and plays with them as if they were her little siblings

MARI would always be there for you. while she’s not in your situation, she’ll try to understand it and give you anything needed. she might even take you and your kid(s) out for a picnic so that you can relax as the two of you watch the kid(s) playing outside and having fun.

she understands that it might be stressful for you even more if you’re still in school, so she’d also offer to do some of your homework and or projects if you want to spend time with your kid(s)

#aubreysheadspace!~ #aubreys writing!~ #omori x reader #omori #omori aubrey x reader #omori basil x reader #omori hero x reader #omori kel x reader #omori mari x reader #omori sunny x reader #omori aubrey #omori basil #omori hero #omori kel #omori mari #omori sunny

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Longass for the nights and days of life Chapter Eight RAGE Notes

I had a LOT of strong opinions on this one, babes. Oh ho boy it’s time. 

-I thought the Olangi were absorbed into the Omaticaya and not other plains clans, I wonder if there’s a particular reason they weren’t in this fic… I'm always suspicious of every decision Lottie makes.

-Tonowari getting an invite to this gathering from Jake: nah.

-Listened to Cover Me In Sunshine on repeat reading this. That’s what Spider and Ninat were singing, I don’t make the rules. 

-Jake fighting the English innuendo has to be every Na’vi hearing him speaking Na’vi every day. He has to be fucking it up in a way that makes it dirty some of the time.

-The heard stuff has me like, on the edge, I think it means some shit.

-The absolutely hilarious idea of Jake and Neytiri keeping maskless-only-human-left Spider around and thinking no one is gonna question it is so fucking funny to me. I also love them keeping their GOD CHILDREN secret. EYWA IS THEIR GOD WHO IS GOING AGAINST THIS? Like, if literally God blessed me with kids in an obvious miracle way to people that all super believe in God I’d be like, so this happened. Crazy right? Anyway- I also love that they didn’t discuss it beforehand, like they just figured it’d all be literally fine. They are so goofy and fucking stupid as fuck.

-Spider giving Neteyam bits of fruit makes me want to die! That’s aDORABLE! He is a PROTECTIVE older brother. They are not going to survive his kidnapping.

-Neytiri really came for Neteyam’s ass with that intro. "Here is my brave, cool, son, and my loser son who can't say hi."

-Ah, it’s because the Olangi are our dissenters it seems. I also really like this idea of an anniversary mourning period, I haven’t seen that yet. Every time I see a new idea in this fandom I get hard as a rock (figuratively), like I didn't even tHINK of this concept and I thought we were running out of new ideas.

-Love Jake public speaking king. I always forget he is a natural born leader and speaker.

-We love an Eytukan spirit tree moment. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, he may be the character that means the least to me.

-For some reason I cackled at Jake “the fire is too hot on my legs, Neytiri!” Sully.

-INFORMATIVE AND EYEOPENING IS THE WORST THING TO SAY EVER ABOUT SOMETHING THAT WASN’T A FULL LECTURE, THAT MEANS U HATED IT AND YOU’VE BECOME A WORSE PERSON BECAUSE OF IT. This man Tsantu is a school shooter that everyone saw coming.

-Lol Jake and Neytiri both feeling wary around Tsantu because he’s just them if they didn’t find each other to heal for. I am laughing through my tears. It's a great in depth character analysis though. Usually, I hate the concept of healing for each other, and I hate how much I adore codependency, but if you think about it all Na'vi are pretty codependent with their mates. Jake and Neytiri though? They are a whole 'nother level. They built their second chances on each other. Without the other they don't have the life they have, and they functionally have nothing to live for.

-Lol maybe he won’t assassinate someone and instead will be fixed by fucking Peyral. 

-I didn’t ask this before, but MOE?? WHY IS HIS NAME MOE. IT MAKES ME LAUGH EVERY TIME I READ IT, I AM PICTURING ONE OF THOSE TERRIBLE HIPPIE GUYS ON SURVIVOR.

-Yeah, nope, we are still scared of Tsantu. He’s still school shooter vibes. 

-Ah yup, there he goes, time to murder a whole family?? Sure that’ll fix it all buddy. Eywa knows and that’s why you haven’t seen ur mate, psycho. A lot of people have lost people and haven’t tried to murder families, my guy. 

-LOL FAMILY ANNIHILATORS FEAR ONE MAN AND ONE MAN ONLY, AND IT’S SPIDER SULLY. HE MAY NOT BE ABLE TO COUNT BUT HE’LL STOP A FAMILY ANNIHILATOR IN HIS TRACKS. 

-Lol I get the point but to say this shit to Neytiri of all people is batshit. She has lost literally so much, I was waiting for her to be like “Hey, my sister was murdered in front of me, then my entire home was burned down and my father and my best friend died in front of me as well, what more do you need me to loose until we’re even buddy? Murder all three of my children and my mate and then we are good?? This isn’t the grief olympics, man. We aren’t competing.”

-Tbh they are all being A LITTLE FUCKING GENEROUS with this guy imo. I have always been of the mindset that trauma is a reason and not an excuse. This dude attempted to kill an entire family. Three children. Babies. The only reason he didn’t is because one kid woke up. He is not the first or the last person to have lost family, lost a spouse, lost a child, or even to have witnessed this specific loss personally. He’s not the first person to have wanted someone else to feel that pain with him. But making the decision to cause that same pain, attempting that, that’s unforgivable to me. That makes you no better than the person that did that to you. Idk man maybe it doesn’t fit here, but that’s my continuous domestic abuse argument. “Oh, he was abused too,” well, that makes it even worse to me that he knows what it feels like and still actually went to go cause that same feeling for someone else. It’s disrespectful to those who have been through the same trauma and don’t repeat the cycle. Anyways. No justice for Tsantu. Throw him to the wolves. Jail for attempted child murder? He also did assault a kid. The last fic I read with this premise only Jake was attacked (although much more successfully) and when I tell you the attacker was given the death penalty I am not joking. Forgiving this guy alone is crazy (although I understand the investment in moving on, and improving and being better than those who hurt us), bUT TO MAKE HIM AN AMBASSADOR?? Jesus fuck, I might as well hire a bank robber to be my accountant. How can we trust this aTTEMPTED CHILD MURDERER with any ambassador position on Pandora, after this he wouldn’t be allowed within 300 feet of schools. 

-Neteyam being shy and Spider being a clown is ADORABLE.

-BOB TRIPPING AND JAKE LAUGHING AT HIM IS SENDING ME. I'M WAITING FOR THE DAY THE FICS BECOME LIKE ROUGE ONE FICS WHERE K2S0 IS JUST A REALLY TALL AND UNEMOTIONAL GUY. BOB IS JUST A BIG GUY WITH A SKIN CONDITION WHO IS JAKE'S BEST FRIEND.

-SWAPPING KIDS MID FLIGHT, HILARIOUS AND CRAZY.

-I loved the repeated family version of the toruk chase, almost the same ending but with the kids laughing instead. It’s like they’re all having their out of danger relief moment, and this time Jake and Neytiri are the adults and seeing first hand how bonkers they were lol.

#i hope you enjoy queen #jake sully #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #spider sully #tonowari #ninat #neteyam sully #peyral #bob the ikran #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #fic recs #melissa og #melissa on avatar (cameron) #melissa is an english major

[foggyfanfic]

Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Chapter Preview: Eventually, the quiet was broken by the crunch of pebbles beneath slowly moving feet. Mirabel gulped and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it was one of her parents, sisters, or older cousins.

Tío Bruno turned and his arm tightened around her by the tiniest fraction. She stifled a groan and opened her mouth to apologize.

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12. By the River

Mirabel didn’t make it past the backyard.

“Whoa, hey, hey, kid, where you going?” Tío Bruno appeared seemingly out of nowhere to block her path, holding up his hands.

“I- I-, Away. I messed up, Tío Bruno, I ruined everything,” Mirabel struggled to get the words out, her voice sounded small and miserable.

“No you didn’t. A-and even if you had. So what? You’re just going to leave?”

“Sí,” she dodged around him and started running towards the divide. At first she didn’t think Tío Bruno was going to follow, she could faintly hear him saying something to someone behind her, then he caught up with her. 

He jogged beside her, and didn’t say anything, he just stayed with her. Before long, she was feeling winded, so she slowed back down to a walk. Tío Bruno slowed down as well. 

He wasn’t even close to winded. 

She knew he ran recreationally, and had been doing so for years, but come on. He was fifty!

As they reached the break in the mountains, Mirabel expected him to try and stop her again, but he didn’t. He just walked with her until they were out of the valley, standing in front of a river.

Finally, Tío Bruno asked, “Now what?”

Mirabel blew out a long breath and all but collapsed onto the nearest rock, “I don’t know.”

He sighed and sat with her, “W-would it be alright if I hugged you? Would that be ok?”

Mirabel blinked back tears, then nodded. Soon, Tío Bruno had wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her into his side. She sniffled, and leaned on him.

“You guessed wrong,” she mumbled, after a while.

“What’s that?”

“You guessed wrong,” she repeated, louder and clearer, “I wasn’t in that vision because I was going to fix things, I was in it b-because I’m the one that ruined everything.”

“Now hold on-.”

“No, it’s true. I-I figured out it was Abuela. Abuela was the one that felt disconnected,” Mirabel said, “she was in pain, wasn’t she? She, I don’t know, m-maybe the pressure of being the village leader was getting to her? She was the only one left to be hurting and instead of helping her I-I-.”

“You pointed out that she acts like our gifts are more important than our family,” Tío Bruno finished, “yeah, I heard. I also heard you stick up for me. That’s-, gracias, for that. U-usually the only one who does things l-like that is Leandra. O-or my sisters, but it usually doesn’t work as much when they do it. They- it sort of makes them feel- they give up sometimes.”

Mirabel sniffled again, but didn’t say anything.

“Let’s be honest here kid, it uh, you weren’t wrong,” Tío Bruno said, sounding as tired as his eye bags always made him look, “well! You were a little wrong. She does love us, it’s just… You remember what I said about me freaking out after marrying Leandra? How I was trying to earn love I already had?”

“Sí?”

“Mamá has been doing the same thing,” he looked out at the river and thought for a beat, then continued, “I’ve seen what’s out there, a-and I understand why she’s so afraid of losing the miracle. I think that may have been-. Abuela has been getting-. I should have said something. I-I saw the effect Abuela was having on everybody, the way the pressure was hurting us, but I just-. I didn’t realize how bad it was until I heard you yelling at her.”

He shrugged, jostling her. She could sense he had more to say, so she waited.

“I’ve spent so long trying to quietly patch the cracks, it wasn’t until you stood up to her that it even occurred to me they were coming from our foundation,” he shook his head, “I don’t know where I thought-. I really did believe the cracks were from somebody else. It just never occurred to me that she could even-.”

“She always seemed invincible,” Mirabel muttered, “no matter what was happening, it never seemed like-. If we hadn’t already eliminated everyone else it never would have occurred to me to check on her.”

Tío Bruno nodded, “Sí. I always knew she was afraid of losing the miracle, but I never thought that fear could hurt her, or us, this much.”

“A-and I just made it worse,” Mirabel felt her voice crack, tears spilled out of her and she had to take long, even breaths to keep herself from sobbing. And even those breaths kept hitching and wobbling.

Tío Bruno twisted on the rock so he could hold her with both arms, gently, he rubbed her back and let her cry on him. 

“Somebody had to tell her she was hurting people, or it wouldn’t have mattered what we did, the cracks would have come back,” Tío Bruno whispered, “and all us adults failed to speak up when we had the chance. That’s why you were in that vision mija, because you were always going to be the one to expose the cracks that have been there all along. You didn’t ruin anything Mirabel.”

A few heartfelt sobs broke free and she waited until she had them back under control to say, “Stop being so nice to me. I destroyed our house.”

“Meh, the house was coming down with or without you,” he said, voice casual, “you just made it happen a little faster.”

Mirabel laughed a little, then cried a lot more. Eventually, she sighed and just leaned on her Tío. He pressed a kiss into her hair, then slowly loosened his hold so they were once again side by side, facing the river.

They sat for what must have been a millennium, Tío Bruno didn’t say anything else. He held her and let her work through her thoughts.

“I owe Abuela an apology,” Mirabel muttered.

“Myeh, I might be biased because you stopped her from killing me, b-but I feel like she maybe should apologize first.”

She wanted to agree, but wasn’t sure she had the right. So she didn’t say anything for a while. 

Eventually, however, she said, “I’m going to miss Casita.”

“Oh,” Tío Bruno breathed, he paused and when he spoke again his voice was tight and creaky, “yeah. M-me too.”

They sighed in unison. Staring out at the river Mirabel thought about Casita, and knew Tío Bruno was doing the same. The silence that settled once more over them was now punctuated by quiet sniffles from both of them.

Eventually, the quiet was broken by the crunch of pebbles beneath slowly moving feet. Mirabel gulped and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it was one of her parents, sisters, or older cousins.

Tío Bruno turned and his arm tightened around her by the tiniest fraction. She stifled a groan and opened her mouth to apologize.

“She didn’t do this,” Tío Bruno said, before she could get a word out, his raspy voice taking shape as a growl, “she only wanted to help. I’m the one who lied. A-and then I was the one who told her to do everything else. I was like go! And she was like pfft! I don’t care what you think of me, but if you’re too stubborn to see how much she loves this family-!”

“I know Brunito,” Abuela said, voice soft, “I know.”

“Oh,” that seemed to take the wind out of his sails, and in different circumstances, Mirabel would have been amused, “w-well good. That’s uh, that’s good.”

She heard Abuela sigh, deeply.

Tío Bruno cleared his throat, uncomfortably, “So umm…?”

“You are so like your father,” Abuela whispered, “always jumping to protect the ones you love, even when-. Even when all you can do is-.”

She cut off and Mirabel lifted her head from her Tío’s shoulder. Abuela was standing on the shore of the river, looking out at something only she could see. Her eyes shined with unshed tears.

Both Bruno and Mirabel waited in silence.

“I’ve never been able to bring myself to come back here,” Abuela finally said, "this is where our miracle..."

It clicked, “This is where Abuelo…?”

She nodded mutely. A tear slipped free from her lashes and trailed down her cheek. Then she closed her eyes and hung her head.

“Mamá,” Tío Bruno said, voice pained. He looked to Mirabel for permission and when she nodded, stood and wrapped his arms around his mother. She allowed him to hold her, then lead her to the rock so she could sit where he had sat besides Mirabel.

“I thought I would be a different woman,” she said, “I thought we would have a different life. I-. Your Abuelo and I were from a town much larger than Encanto, growing up there was nothing like the childhoods you have had here. There were so many people. We didn’t meet until we were adults, not even in passing.”

“You uh, you never told me how you and Pá met,” Tío Bruno prompted gently.

She swallowed thickly, “Have I told you anything about him? I-I can’t recall.”

“No,” Mirabel said, fascinated by the turn this conversation was taking, “all we know is- is-.” 

All they knew was how he’d died.

While they waited for her to start talking Tío Bruno kneeled beside them.

“We met by accident, on Dia de las Velitas, at the sermon for- or was it one of the games? Well, I didn't watch it, whatever it was. I-, it was crowded and I had arrived late, I was at the very back of the crowd and couldn’t see a thing. So, I climbed onto a lamppost. I looked up, I don’t remember why, but I looked up and… A butterfly, a butterfly crossed in front of me and I was watching it, and it passed by him next. By my Pedro. He was so handsome, he had had the same idea as me and stood there above the crowd. I’ll never forget how he looked that first time I saw him,” she smiled softly, “the butterfly caught his eye and when he looked past it, he caught me staring at him. He waved so I waved back and almost fell off my lamppost. He- we were too far away for me to hear his laugh, but I could see his smile and it made me feel-. From that first smile I knew I was going to fall for him.”

She took a stuttering breath, and Tío Bruno rubbed her back. Mirabel took one of her hands.

“It started with grabbing some food after the ceremony, and then we were seeing each other any chance we got. Before long he had proposed and we were planning our lives, together,” she put the emphasis on that last word and Mirabel’s heart broke for her, “we got married, got a place of our own, a-and got ready to start a family. He was apprenticing with the shoe cobbler, and writing on the side and I-I thought I would be a cobbler’s wife. I thought I would handle the front of the shop while he worked. I thought our children- if we had a son that he would-. I thought we would have a different life.”

Mirabel looked over at Tío Bruno and tried imagining him wearing a cobbler’s apron. She found that no matter what she did, she couldn’t make the image fit. From the way his eyes briefly lost focus, then his mouth twisted, he was having the same problem.

“We were a little worried when we found out we were having triplets, I was young and we were a lot more reliant on money out there. However, Pedro was so… excited, i-it was impossible to let my fears drag me down, his joy was too great to be overshadowed by any fear,” Abuela gave Tío Bruno a tight smile, “you may have gotten your bravery from him, but I’m afraid you got your tendency to worry from me. That was how we were. I could worry because he never let me sink too low, and he could breeze through life because I made sure his feet stayed on the ground. We- sometimes it felt like we were made for eachother, as if god himself crafted us to-, to-.”

She paused, taking deep breaths. They waited patiently, until she had calmed herself down enough to keep going.

Then Abuela smiled softly.

“When I gave birth to the three of you, I thought that was the hardest thing I would ever do, and that it would be the happiest day of my life. You were born in the morning. Pedro took care of you while I rested and recovered as much as one can from that sort of thing in a day. I remember lying in bed, listening to him making up songs to sing to you. Mostly just nonsense, explaining what he was doing, begging you not to cry too loud so I could nap, or even just your names over and over,” she chuckled and shook her head, “that was the happiest I’ve ever been.”

Slowly, the smile faded away.

“Then the sun set.”

Abuela didn’t say anything else for a long time, but then, she didn’t need to. They knew what came next, Abuela and Pedro were forced to leave their home, they fled into the rainforest with other refugees only for the raiders they were fleeing to follow them. Abuelo made his sacrifice, the miracle was born, and the rest was history.

Only now, with this new context, Mirabel understood how dark their family’s darkest hour really had been. She could see clearer than ever the grief stricken woman that had lost her husband, the life she had, even the person she had been, crying by the river. She could practically hear her Abuela’s sobs of fresh anguish echoing through the trees. For the first time Mirabel understood how much Abuela had lost, and how much she had survived.

She understood the price that was paid for their family’s miracle.

Was it worth it? Could anything ever be truly worth that?

She looked up at Tío Bruno, who frequently experienced migraines due to his gift. And he looked back at her, maybe thinking about how much trouble he went through to protect her from the consequences of being giftless.

Then Abuela said, “With the miracle I never had to worry that my children would know the same grief I had. I never wanted you to know.”

Tío Bruno’s face crumpled and he went from rubbing Abuela’s back to holding her again. He gently pressed his forehead to the crown of her head, like he used to do when he was comforting his children after nightmares or skinned knees. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, and smiled sadly.

“With the miracle protecting us, I never had to worry I’d lose you too,” she whispered, then turned to look at Mirabel, “I was so desperate to keep it, to protect it, I forgot who the miracle was for.”

Mirabel squeezed her hand.

Abuela shook her head, sighing gustily, “I was never meant to do this alone. I was never-, Pedro was the one who knew how to protect us without squeezing too tight. I-I am so sorry. All I wanted-, I have hurt you, I have made you feel-. I am so sorry.”

Mirabel took her hand from Abuela’s so she could wrap her in a hug instead, she pressed her eyes shut as a few sympathetic tears slipped out. Tío Bruno shifted to accommodate her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder so the three of them were in one big group hug. She heard Abuela take a few shaky breaths. 

Mirabel opened her eyes.

In the middle of the river, a golden butterfly landed on a long blade of grass.

She almost laughed. How could this possibly be the way things were supposed to go? Then again. How could things ever have gone any other way?

Tío Bruno was so focused on Abuela, he didn’t notice the butterfly, so Mirabel stood and pulled Abuela up with her. With her chin, she pointed it out, and even though Abuela didn’t know what Mirabel did, she looked at it with wonder. Slowly, they waded through the water so they could get closer. Tío Bruno started to follow them, then his eyes found the butterfly and a look of understanding passed over his face. 

There was no surprise, and only the barest hint of relief as he made eye contact with her. He smiled at Mirabel, and nodded once. Then held back.

So, Mirabel led Abuela into the river alone.

For a second she stared at the butterfly, just trying to figure out what to say, then she started with a whispered, “Thank you, for telling me about Abuelo. I want to know as much about him as-. Anything you can share.”

Abuela turned from the butterfly to look at Mirabel, something shining in her eyes Mirabel couldn’t place.

It was funny, Mirabel had gotten so good at reading everybody in the family except Abuela. It was just that Abuela had always seemed above the rest of the family, somehow, she was the leader, the center, but not quite one of them. How had it never occurred to Mirabel how lonely it must be?

“Thank you for-, we have a home, a-a safe village, a loving family because of you, because of everything you did and survived. Thank you,” Mirabel all but whispered, the words feeling inadequate in the face of what she now understood, “You lost so much, and then gave us everything. I can’t imagine-.”

“And I don’t want you to,” Abuela insisted, gently cupping Mirabel’s cheek, “I have always wanted to shield you from all that. And I’m sorry that I let what it did to me hurt you.”

Mirabel shook her head, “Abuela, you’re my family. If this-. I don’t want to be shielded from you.”

Abuela drew a sharp breath in through her nose, then she smiled, tears running down her cheeks, “Ay, Mirabel, you could hold the whole world in your heart.”

She wasn’t sure which of them started the hug, but she suddenly found herself holding her Abuela tightly, both of them crying. Mirabel felt lighter than she could ever remember feeling, as her tears slowly dried up, she gave her Abuela one last squeeze. When she let her go, she gasped.

Surrounding them was a whirlwind of hundreds, maybe thousands of golden butterflies. They flew in a spiral, slowly rising into the sky. They trailed up and off flying back towards the Encanto. Mirabel smiled at them as she watched them go.

A/N: I headcanon that the musical numbers actually happen in canon and are a side effect of magic BUT I hate writing songfics and can not write music to save my life. So, I have decided to ignore my own personal headcanon for the sake of my sanity. Which meant I had to figure out how Abuela would tell the story of how she met Pedro.

#Mirabel Madrigal #Bruno Madrigal #Alma Madrigal #Encanto #Encanto AU

[noxexistant]

Okay okay okay

I’m here on my knees

BEGGING

For ostracized transfem!Oscar only making it through life because of her brother. They both rely too heavily on each other and are def the only reason they both still have the energy to live

Please

okay looking at this now this might’ve been an art request and if it was i am sorry and pls feel free to ask me again. BUT i saw transfem oscar and entered an excited fugue state and just started writing, so. pls take this. i love transfem oscar and i love the delanceys and i love u

cw for period-typical bigotry/misogyny, one mention of animal death, abuse, and maybe a little bit of period-typical ableism

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Oscar was maybe four, the first time she can remember Pa told her she wasn’t a man. He’d been trying to drag her out into the fields to help him kill a cow, ‘cause this was before Morris was old enough to help - he could hardly walk, though looking back Oscar’s fair sure that two or so is plenty old enough for a kid to be walking - and she’d dug her heels into the ground and screamed, “No!”. She never liked touching the farm work, especially not the animals, but she was damn sure she didn’t wanna kill any of them neither, but Pa, of course, wasn’t having that. He’d grabbed Oscar harder and tried to drag her, so she’d started screaming. Morris had started crying then too, those big baby wails that both Ma and Pa hated, ‘cause even as a baby he’d had his big sister’s back.

“I thought you was a boy,” Pa had hollered at Oscar over the noise, holding Oscar’s wrist way too tight, pulling her hard, “But you’re actin’ like a little girl.”

Oscar’s resentful to admit that Pa had been right, as she’d figured out some fifteen years later. Not right in any way that really matters, mind - Oscar ain’t a girl because she hadn’t wanted to kill a cow when she was four, she’s a girl because she just…is. She knows she’s a girl. She feels like a girl.

Morris, of course, had been the first person she’d told. Right when she’d first been able to put those feelings into words that felt half-right, when she was nineteen.

They’d been backstage at Medda’s place, sat in one of the empty dressing rooms after all the girls had left for the night, ‘cause Wiesel had flown off the handle over something stupid and almost bust Morris’ skull against the kitchen floor. Oscar had grabbed her brother and ran right out of there, like she’s done countless times before, and come straight to Medda for somewhere safe to hole up for a night or two. Medda’d offered, but Oscar had insisted on patching Morris up herself, so Medda had left them to it. She’d left the parts of her costume she’d been stripping off too, laid out on one of the vanities, and Oscar couldn’t stop staring as soon as she’d finished cleaning and covering Morris’ new cuts and bruises. She’d never seen any of the costumes so close up before, they were always on the girls who were always moving, but suddenly the bundle of bright pink was right there. All sequins and sparkles, silk and lace and feathers and velvet. No function, just form. She desperately wanted to touch it, lift it up and feel it in her hands, but she didn’t dare - as if her very touch risked ruining it somehow.

That in itself wasn’t damning, though. Morris liked the costumes too. He was always fascinated by the sparkles and ruffles and everything designed to catch the eye, always stared dazzled just like Oscar knew she did, and - just the same as Oscar - Morris’d never dare touch them. Although, his reluctance wasn’t out of some feeling that his touch would taint the beauty, but rather just insistence that the texture of the fabrics - velvet and lace, sequins sewn in tight rows, silk ruffles bound tight like fish gills - “hurt” to touch.

“Bad,” he’d mumbled, after one of the girls had noticed him staring innocently and offered to let him touch the fabric he was interested in, but the second his fingertips had brushed the velvet at her hip he’d flinched back and started wiping his hand on his trouser leg like he’d touched something gross. Oscar’d had to apologise for him, swearing her brother didn’t mean anything by it and wasn’t trying to be rude, but thankfully the girl had only giggled.

Oscar knew there were countless things she didn’t and couldn’t understand about her brother, couldn’t explain either, and had wondered helplessly then how Morris would react if perhaps there were some things about Oscar he wouldn’t be able to understand either. Because, where Morris’ gaze stuck to the pretty costumes and patterns and sparkles, Oscar’s wandered to the mess of makeup and perfume and pretty things on the other dressing tables. Hair brushes - horsehair and boar bristle bound to ornate handles made of carved wood and silver and brass - and ribbons and little pots of creams, pretty and sweet-smelling.

“Sometimes I wish I could dress up like them,” Oscar had said, very quietly, daring to reach out and tentatively pick up a hair brush from the nearest tabletop. It was heavier than she’d anticipated, an entirely different weight and balance to the flimsy comb she used every day. She ran her fingers over the bristles and found them softer than she’d expected. Morris watched her curiously.

“Dress up like the girls?” he’d asked. “Miss Medda said some men do that, in the shows.”

Oscar hoped that would make her feel better to hear, but it hadn’t. It had just felt…wrong.

“Not like that,” she’d whispered, more honest than she could usually stomach being. “I don’t…I don’t wanna be a man dressed as a girl. I don’t really want the flashy stuff, neither - the costumes and all the bright makeup. I’d look stupid in red lipstick.” She’d huffed a laugh then, as Morris had giggled just like she’d wanted him to, but it still didn’t stop her feeling like she was choking when the joke faded and she was still staring at the tubes of lipstick on the vanity closest, wondering if maybe she might look okay in something lighter.

“I just…I just wanna…I wanna be one of them.”

For everything in the world Morris can’t understand, he’d understood Oscar without issue. Or, at least, accepted her, the same as Oscar accepts every part of Morris.

For Oscar’s twentieth birthday a couple months after that talk - well, the day Morris’d decided Oscar’s birthday was that year, since they didn’t know the actual date - he’d clambered under their bed to the loose floorboard where they hide most precious things, and brought out a bundle sloppily wrapped in old papes.

“Mo, what—“ Oscar had asked, feeling an odd mix of overjoyed and sick at the sight of what was undoubtedly a gift, despite the sweet little excited look on Mo’s face as he clambered to his feet with the package in his arms. What had Morris gotten her? How did he get it? How could he afford it? Mo’s no good at stealing by himself, he must’ve paid, but how’d he count the money? He can’t do that. Had he had help? Who was Mo talking to?

“Stop worryin’,” Mo had ordered, nudging Oscar in the shin and holding the gift out. “‘S’yours. ‘S’your birthday. Open it.”

Oscar did.

It was a hairbrush. A beautiful horsehair one with a wooden handle, brand new.

“Mo,” Oscar had said shakily, trying her damnedest not to cry as she stared at the thing in her lap in a crumpled mess of black and white newsprint. Morris nudged her in the shin again, then sat down beside her on their creaky little bed - close enough that their shoulders and hips and elbows were all pressed together - and rested his head against her shoulder like he always did, right from when he was tiny. Oscar screwed her eyes shut, shaking all over.

“For my big sister,” Morris mumbled, nestling closer, and stayed all sweet and boneless as Oscar tossed the crumpled papes to the floor and wrapped her arms around her baby brother and held him tight enough to hurt, her new hairbrush clutched in one hand. She loved him - loves him - so much it aches, like a big awful bruise inside her chest, and felt her throat squeeze like she was being choked because she couldn’t say it, not a word of it. She didn’t know how, doesn’t know how, but Morris didn’t seem to mind. Doesn’t.

It’s dawn before distribution, and Morris is half-asleep like he always is in the mornings despite the fact that he never actually sleeps. Oscar’s helped him get mostly dressed, done up his shirt buttons and clipped his suspenders for him, and she’d combed his hair for him too like she always does ‘cause Morris only hurts himself if he tries to untangle his own curls. Then, she’d dressed herself - same outfit as always, wool trousers, buttoned shirt, waistcoat over the top, boots laid out next to Morris’ beside the bed where he’s sat, ready for her to put them on and then help her brother with his laces. Right now, though, she’s in front of the beat-up little mirror on their dresser, brushing her hair with her hairbrush - the newest part of her routine.

It’s hardly necessary for her to brush her hair. It’s not long, still cropped short to her head everywhere except on top like it has been since Wiesel took them in and took her for her first haircut since the last time Ma did it, already years ago then. And she has to comb it too anyway, because her curls are even tighter than Morris’ and have to be untangled, but brushing it just…feels nice. A little ritual, not exactly needed but just to feel good. A little girlish luxury. Holding her hairbrush that her brother had gotten just for her, running it from her hairline back over her scalp like she’s seen Medda’s girls do, not looking at her reflection but imagining one that looks a little closer to how she pictures herself in her head.

“Get your shoes on,” she tells Morris once she’s done, crouching down and hiding her hairbrush at the back of the middle dresser drawer - where it lives when it’s not in use, safe from being seen and taken by Wiesel. When she shuts the drawer and turns around, Morris has pulled his boots on, and he rubs at his eyes sleepily as Oscar crouches down again to tie his laces for him.

“What?” Oscar asks, feeling her brother staring down at her as she pulls the bow taut.

“You look pretty,” Morris tells her. “Look all…soft, when you brush your hair out like that. ‘S’pretty.”

Oscar ducks her head to try and hide the stupid smile that comes to her face. She knows she doesn’t actually look any different, apart from maybe the slight difference in her hair that only her brother could ever notice, but she feels pretty. As long as Morris thinks so, that’s really all that matters.

“You look pretty too,” she says, reaching out to pinch at her little brother’s cheek, and laughs as he kicks her gently in the ribs.

“Shut up.”

He pulls himself to his feet and pulls his jacket down from the back of the door, yanking it on before peeking back at Oscar.

“You ready to go downstairs?”

Everything’s still exactly the same down there. Oscar’s still Wiesel’s nephew, one half of the Delancey brothers, a young man. But Morris calls Oscar his sister when it’s just them, calls her pretty, and that’s already more than Oscar could ever ask for.

“Yeah,” she says, and slings her arm around her brother’s shoulder as they leave the relative sanctuary of their bedroom. She doesn’t mind being a brother for a while if she’s Morris’.

#newsies #oscar delancey #morris delancey #my writing #cw abuse #answered #sparkedblaze #transfem oscar