#like oh i don't want to ask another store and I need an extra person that day

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 18-Hiding in the Shadows

Marinette looked around her pent house in Paris. She had everything she wanted as a teenager. Well, almost everything. She was a well-known fashion designer, to the people that were aware of her. She kept her business a secret and used an alias. Her clients all came from judgement on her other clients. Others designers knew her as 'Passion' after her store's brand. Very few knew her as Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Gabriel Agreste, Audrey Bourgeois, and Jagged Stone.

Marinette had enough money to pay her rent, her fabric, all of her equipment, anything a business woman could need. Marinette herself, not so much. She missed being able to walk out and go sit at a café for a bit. When she saw Wayne Enterprise opened a section in Paris, she came up with an idea.

'Wayne Enterprises is a place that usually pays big. Even a part time job should be fine. A little play money couldn't hurt. A few extra euros so I could eat out, get some comfy clothes so I'm not rushing between orders and messing up wouldn't hurt.'

Damian Wayne sat at his desk, looking through potential applicants. Many of them were attached to big names or had one of their own. As he rang background checks, he could see they were all connected to each other in one way or another. He smirked at his idea.

'Let's put on a show. I want to see what kind of people these applicants are around each other. Would they out themselves?'

Mari was escorted to a waiting room as Damian Wayne got through other interviews. When the door opened, the last thing she expected was to see some familiar faces: Chloe, Adrien, and Lila.

"I don't know why you're even here, Dupain-Cheng." Chloe snarled, after the door was closed, "This is a big company that would love to work with our families. You have nothing going for you."

Marinette sat down and smiled, "Is that right? I guess I must have sent the wrong order to your mother and that's why she wore my design down the red carpet at the MET Gala."

Chloe tensed up and refused to meet her gaze. She could tell Adrien and Lila were surprised as well.

Chloe cleared her throat, "You're lying."

"Call your mother and ask." Marinette shrugged, "Oh, that's right! She doesn't like you; she prefers your half sister, who can actually work and living on her own, instead of leeching off of her Daddy."

"This isn't you, Dupain-Cheng." Chloe declared.

"No. This is me." Marinette shrugged off the concerned looks, "I'm just not being forced to coddle you to make Caline Bustier's life easier. 'Oh, just show Chloe some love, so she'll know what it's like and she'll get better eventually. You'll see.' Even she knew you were a horrible person. She basically thought you were The Grinch. That with enough love, your heart would grow three sizes and you wouldn't be such a bitch anymore."

Everyone was speechless at Marinette's attitude. This wasn't the Marinette that they grew up with.

"Chloe Bourgeois." a security voice called.

Chloe held her head high as she walked into the office.

"Damian Wayne." Chloe stated.

"Sit!" he demanded.

Chloe was shocked by his attitude.

'Doesn't he know who I am?'

"Do you know who I am?" she shouted.

"A spoiled brat; Ive read the articles on the internet." Damian stated, "You are known for crying for your father when you don't get what you want. Even though you are the oldest, your half-sister is who your mother relies on to bring customers for Style Queen in New York."

"My father-" Chloe snarled.

"Isn't the mayor anymore. He hasn't been the mayor in three years." the Wayne heir spoke, "If you're thinking of blackmailing me, you chose the wrong person. Spread whatever lies you want or cry to your father, the hotel owner. I could make one post about how horrid his hotel is and he would go out of business. Could you live with that?"

Chloe stood there, speechless. The only person who talked to her like this was her mother.

"I'm in charge, here, and if it came down to it, your job would be scrubbing toilets all day." Damian declared.

Tears formed in Chloe's eyes.

'He's glaring at me, just like Mommy. He doesn't look happy. He looks at me like he wishes I was gone or someone else.'

"We're done here." Damian stated.

Chloe quickly rushed out of the office. The three saw her rushing away, crying.

'I knew she wouldn't last.'

"Marinette, I can't understand why you're like this." Lila spoke, as she took her seat.

'He made that Daddy's Girl cry. I better go at this carefully.'

"Oh, shove it, Lila." Marinette sighed, "All three of us, here, know you're a lying manipulative bitch. You don't have to fake it."

"I don't know-" Lila continued.

"Adrien already told me years ago that he made a deal with you. He made one with me, too. Did he ever tell you that?" Mari questioned.

Lila glanced towards Adrien, who kept his head down.

"Oh, he didn't." she giggled, "You see, I was already designing for Jagged Stone when you arrived to our school. Adrien even had me autograph things I designed for him."

The model had turned towards Adrien and was now glaring at him.

"I could have made your whole 'tinnitus-kitten bullshit' story go up in flames since day one." Mari smiled, "I could have video called him and you would have been labeled as delusional."

"I took all our friends away!" Lila cried out, in victory.

"No." Mari answered, "You took away people, who were finally talking to me. Chleo ensured that for seven years, I had no friends. Those 'friends' just went back to not talking to me. You didn't actually do anything. If anything, you helped me. You took away the class president duties from me and I had more free time. You turned Alya and Nino away, so I couldn't babysit. I designed more clothes and got more clients. You didn't make my life worse, Lila, you made it better."

Lila fumed. Adrien had played peace maker between the both of them. From what Marinette was saying, she could have won the war in an instant! She thought she had chased Marinette Duapin-Cheng out of school all those years ago and here she was smiling, practially laughing at her, saying it wasn't true. She had thanked her and said she made her life better.

'I need this job so I can rub it in her face! I need to win against her!'

"I do hope you at least did some research into Damian Wayne." Marinette stated.

"I've known Damian Wayne since we were children!" Lila announced.

"Is that what it told you, you should say when you looked up how rich his family is?" Mari inquired.

Lila stood up, in rage.

'How dare she!'

"Lila Rossi." security called out.

Lila smirked, "I'm coming."

"She really should have done her research." Marinette spoke out loud.

"Why do you say that?" Adrine asked.

"Lila likes to play off her tears and looks." Mari declared, "Damian Wayne hates going to galas because of girls that try to attach themselves to him."

"And?" Adrien questioned.

"He broke an Italian model's arm two months ago, for lying to him." the designer stated.

Adrien paled at her words. Marinette merely smiled and pulled out her phone and dialed emergency services.

"Hello, what is your emergency?" the voice asked.

"I think we need an ambulance at Wayne Enterprise." Marinette stated, "I think someone's arm is broken."

"Are you with this person?" the voice questioned.

"No." the designer answered.

"I have sent medical to your location." the voice declared, before hanging up.

"That was pretty extreme, Marinette. I have faith in Lila!" Adrien shouted, "I don't think he would do that! The Waynes have an imagine to uphold!"

"Maybe, you should have done your research." Mari shrugged, "You still have time. Maybe five minutes."

Lila sauntered her way into the office.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne." She spoke, calmly.

"Sit." He demanded, not looking up.

Lila waved off his decleration. She moved past the chair in front of his desk and walked her way to his side.

"Can I sit on your lap?" She asked, "You see, I have tinnitus and-"

"There is nothing in here that would activate your tinnitus. Tinnitus is when you can't here anything for a brief amount of time, but a loud ringing. It's usually followed after hearing an extremely loud sound. I should know; I went to medical school." Damian stated.

'Shit. My usual tactics won't work here.'

Lila nodded and made her way back to the seat.

"Why shoud I hire you?" The Wayne heir questioned.

Lila fluttered her lashes, "I'm a model for Gabriel Agreste."

"Former model." Damian interjected, "You now model on Instagram and Only Fans."

Lila turned red. She didn't expect them to aware of her new lifestyle.

"Now, Miss Lerouch-" he continued.

Lila paled, "Wh-What did you call me?"

"Cerise Lerouch." Damian stated, "Did you think I would not delve into your background? I have to know who I am working with."

Cerise quickly leaped up from her seat and rushed around the desk.

"Don't touch me." Damian demanded.

"I'll do anything." Cerise cried out, grabbing onto his arm.

The Wayne heir growled, "Let go."

"I can help you relieve stress in other ways, you know." Cerise pleaded.

Damian grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, harshly. Cerise screamed in pain.

"I have no need for whores." Damian spoke.

He grabbed the back of her shirt, arm still twisted, and walked her to his office door. He grabbed the knob and threw her out, in front of his security team.

"Drag this whore out by the hair, if you have too, but I want her off Wayne Enterprise grounds and blacklisted!" Damian shouted.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne." they spoke simultaneously, as he slammed his door shut.

"Shit, I think her arm is broken." the one on the left declared.

"She would call an ambulance?" the one on the right asked.

"Please, help me! It hurts so much!" Cerise begged, cradling her arm.

"You shouldn't have pissed him off." the one on the right declared, "Damian Wayne isn't one to mess around."

A man rushed towards them with medical workers.

"Did you guys call for an ambulance and someone with a broken arm?" the new guy asked.

"No, but perfect timing." the one on the left stated, "Girl with broken arm right here."

Cerise was walked by the waiting room. Inside, she could see Adrien looked horrified before turning to Marinette. She was smiling at her. Then, the baker's daughter flipped her off.

'She knew! That bitch knew how this would end!'

Cerise burst into tears as she was carted off.

"I guess that just leaves you and me, Agreste." Marinette stated.

Adrien began to feel uncomfortable.

"I do hope you do better than they did." She spoke, "For your Father's sake."

"Huh?" Adrien asked, confused.

"Damian Wayne isn't one to back down, not even to his father. He can make his father bow down to him. You have no idea how......attractive that is to a woman, Adrien." Mari smiled, "A man with a spine."

The model gulped, watching Marinette lick her lips.

"You should grow a spine." she declared, "Maybe then your father won't force you to model for him. I' sure that's why Kagami chose Felix over you. Your cousin has a spine. It looks good on him. Maybe, that's why Kagami didn't take my advice on how to get back with you after the break up."

Adrien only looked at her in shocked.

"Alya told me you broke up and I went to see her." Marinette continued, "I tried to help, but she didn't want to. She said it was better that way and well, Felix and you did look alike as teens. The same face with a spine; kind of hard to resist. They're so happy and their twins are adorable."

"Adrien Agreste, Mr. Wayne will see you now." the voice spoke over the intercom.

The model looked over at the designer. She waved at him, but said nothing. Adrien stood up and stood tall.

Adrien walked into Damian's office. It was intimidating; Marinette was right. He was scarier than his father.

"Why should I hire you, Adrien Agreste?" Damian questioned.

"I hate modeling. I prefer computers and science. I want to break free of Gabriel." Adiren admitted, "You don't have to worry about me telling him anything because I never learned anything about fashion. I couldn't even tell you the names of two different shades of fabric. If anyting, you should hire Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette has always been an amazing designer. She was recognized by Father and Style Queen when she was only thirteen. She's the one who would know everything about fashion."

Damian hid his smirk behind his hand and looked down at the papers about Adrien again.

'What a miracle worker you are, Miss Dupain-Cheng. Agreste grew a spine.'

"We may have an internship available in our science department." Damian spoke, "Do you still live with your father?"

"Yes." Adrien spoke.

"We have a company home we prefer our interns reside in." Damian continued.

He noticed Adrien seemed relieved about that.

"The internship isn't a guarantee." The Wayne heir continued, "We need to see you commitment and dedication first hand. If you can't keep up, we'll put you in a different department. If you keep failing to meet our expectations, you'll have no choice but to keep modeling for your father."

"Tell him we'll work with him for one year, as a test." Damian continued, "You have one year to get your affairs in order. You'll need to move in one month from now and if not, consider the contract cancelled. I will inform them you are expected."

"Thank you." Adrien smiled.

Damian waved him off and Adrine walked out of the office, happy.

Marinette stood up when her name was called. As she walked towards the office, she saw Adrien smiling at a paper. She entered the office and closed the door.

"Please sit Miss Dupain-Cheng." Damian ordered.

Marinette immediately took a seat in front of him.

"Why should I hire you?" He questioned.

Mari shrugged, "You don't really have to."

"Oh?" Damian pushed.

"I'm only here for a part time job." the designer answered, "You know, helping out on the floor, coffee grabber, secretary gig. That sort of thing."

"Excuse me?" he asked, shocked, " Aren't you a fashion designer."

"With my own clients and I can pay for my own things." She smiled.

"Then why are you here?" Damian questioned.

Marinette sat back further in the chair and got comfortable, "Play money. I spend my own on my deisgns, fabrics, equipment, rent. Why not have a little extra to treat myself to a night out or a night in, for once?"

That was not the answer he had been expecting.

Damian laughed, "What if I decide to keep you?"

"Keep me as in?" Marinette pushed.

"I decide I want to become one of your clients." he offered.

"Are you offering?" the designer asked, "I've seen some of those suits you wear to galas and it doesn't bring you out to your full potential."

"And that would be?" he asked.

"You're outshined by your father, your older brothers, and the company." She spoke, "You can stand out, but maybe you want to fade into the back, less people to grope you."

Damian chuckled and stood up from his seat. He made his way around the desk and rested on it.

"What would you dress me in, right now?" Damian questioned.

"Depends." Marinette smiled, "Do you always wear a suit to work or are you interested in a change?"

"Tell me about this hypothetical change." He demanded.

"Ever heard of quick change wear?" She asked.

"No." he replied.

"It mainly takes woman into factor. Clothes that can go from working at the office to going out on a date or partying." Mari answered, "Just a few adjustments and possibly a new shade of makeup and usually people tend to think they took all day to get ready."

Damian took what she said into account, "And for men?"

"Most don't really have the option." Marinette shrugged, "Shame, but on you.....your figure. Well, there's nothing sluttier than a man wearing a sleeveless turtleneck."

The Wayne heir couldn't help but think of his old League of Assassin's outfits.

"No one at work would know if you have a blazer on and buttoned." She continued, "It is your office so you can always install a closet here and keep an extra pair of clothes. Jeans, if you prefer. Who is to say that this whole time, you weren't wearing sweatpants and just dressed from the waist up."

He chuckled ather way of thinking.

'Effective, but true not the less. I could kick out anyone who entered my office, should I choose to dress comfortably, and there was a closet hidden behind the cabinets.'

"Another thing most people tend to do is incorporate their culture into their clothing, as well." Marinette spoke, "Personally, I use apple blossoms in most of my designs for myself."

"Miss Dupain-Cheng, you are not what I was expecting." Damian declared, "I like to expect everything."

Mari smiled, "I've been known to be...unpredictable."

"You want to work part time in the fashion section." The Wayne heir stated, "Even if it's just grabbing coffee or lunch for others."

"Correct." she answered.

"Fine." Damian spoke, "You can work here, part time, at least three days a week. I f you have a big comission, I want to know about it. You can keep the details to yourself, but I want a time frame."

Marinette nodded, happily.

"I also want you to make me something to relax in the office that could pass for office wear." he suggested, "I'll pay for fabric of course. I can send you the details of my heritage via email, later."

Marinette stood up, "I'll start on that and bring it by Friday."

Damian grabbed her hand and kissed it, "I'll see you Monday morning, at 9AM, for work. We can go over your schedule then."

Marinette felt her face flush as his lips connected with her hand. His gaze was piercing.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne." She answered, flustered.

Damian waved his hand, dismissing her, but he still followed her to the door.

"You know, Miss Dupain-Cheng." He whispered, pressing himself to her back, "They may not be able to see it, but I see what lurks in the shadows. I can see what you hide there. I can wait a bit longer for the side of you that wants to come out and play."

"Is that so?" Marinette whispered back.

"I'll enjoy getting to know you, in the future." Damian spoke, before opening the door.

Marinette took a breath before she walked out the door.

"Marinette, did you get the job?" Adrien asked.

"Yes." she answered.

The model sighed in relief, "I told him you were good. I told him about Father and Audrey."

"Did you think I wouldn't be able to get it on my own?" Mari questioned.

"That's not what I meant!" Adrien cried, surprised at the question.

"Then, don't belittle me and my work." Marinette declared, "He already knew who I was. The Wayne keep a check on everyone and everything. Did you seriously not expect him to know about our families? He was probably listening to us in the waiting room."

Adrien gulped in response.

"Besides, I wasn't apart of whatever you three were fighting over." Marinette smiled, walking away.

'What did she mean by that?'

Adrien turned to see Damian Wayne leaning against the door, wearing a smirk on his face. Damian took notice of the model and hardened his gaze. Adrien gulped as Damian stood tall and closed his door again.

'What was he staring at?'

Adrien turned his head back down the corridor and saw Marinette speaking to the receptionist.

'He was after Marinette the whole time!'

'He already knew who I was.'

'He was probably listening to us in the waiting room.'

'Besides, I wasn't apart of whatever you three were fighting over.'

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[cherryxcadbury]

hey! just saw your post. could you write a mbappe imagine where they have a child and him and the child try to convince the reader for another sibling. super fluff!! 💋💋

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!

2nd person pov

"Nicolas! Amour! Where are you two?" You called, waltzing into the sitting room where your son & husband sat.

The two were snuggled into the couch, whispering loudly into each other's ears in French. You tried hard to understand what they were saying, but your lack of knowledge on French did not help you in the slightest. The two perked up when they saw you enter.

"Cherie! Come sit!" Kylian smiled, patting the sofa, gesturing to sit between him and Nicolas.

You smiled, doing as suggested, laying back into the couch. Nicolas immediately climbed on your lap, while Kylian moved closer to you and placed your legs on his lap.

You eyed your two boys suspiciously. 

"What's going on?" 

"What do you mean mummy?" Nicolas looked up at you with deep eyes, full of emotion.

You chuckled, "Nothing. Mummy didn't mean anything." You kissed his cheek.

"I meant, what's up with you?" You shot Kylian a pointed look, who smiled sheepishly.

"Well, me and Nicolas were talking about what he wants for his birthday." Kylian began. 

You quirked and eyebrow at the both of them this time.

"Your birthday was last month love." You told your son.

"Yes but next year. When I turn four." He responded.

"Well," You said, turning your head to face him, "What is it that you want."

"A little brother or sister." He grinned, with so much hope in his eyes.

You smiled back at him but shot Kylian a dirty look, who just smirked in reply. He gently grabbed your face, and kissed you. It was a clear attempt to convince you to try for another child.

You swatted him away and turned back to Nicolas. 

"You know my love. Having a child isn't that easy." You reminded your son.

"Why don't you just go to the store and buy one?" Nicolas questioned innocently.

His eyes lit up suddenly, "Oh oh oh! Or ask Santa for Christmas next year, and a stork will come and drop one off!"

"Actually Nico, to have a child it needs more involvement in mummy and daddy's part s—" Kylian began.

You immediately shushed him. 

"Idiot! He's too young for this talk!" You scolded your husband.

"Mummy and Daddy will try very hard and talk to Santa about it. Okay?" You told Nicolas, who nodded enthusiastically. 

"Now come on, let's watch the film." You all directed your attention to the television.

Well at least you all thought you directed your attention. Not a moment later you felt a hand on your thigh. A thumb circling in the same spot over & over again. You turned to scowl at Kylian who just winked at you. 

You couldn't help but laugh.

***

Not more than thirty minutes later, Nicolas was asleep.

Kylian bent low to Nicolas's ear and whispered something in French to see if he was still awake. He was not. The two of your shared a knowing look. Words weren't needed ti communicate what you needed to communicate. 

You both got up, Nicolas in your arms, Kylian's arms around your waist. You had to walk only a few strides before you entered your son's room. Kylian gently laid him down and kissed his forehead. You sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You kissed Nicolas's cheek, and wished him a good night. Though he was fast, fast asleep. 

The two of you walked out of his room quietly, being extra careful when closing the door. A sigh of relief was let out when it was all done without waking him up. You were about to head to the washroom to shower and get ready for bed before you felt Kylians grip on your wrist. He twirled you around so you were close to the wall. His forehead against yours, lips merely centimeters away from each other. 

"So about that baby?" He smirked. 

You scoffed. 

"Aw come on cherie! It's not like we can't give him a sibling." Kylian protested.

You playfully rolled your eyes.

"Maybe I just don't want to do what's required to make the child." You shot him a wink.

Kylian cocked his head, "Amour. I'm Kylian Mbappe. Everyone's attracted to me!" 

You smacked your hand against your forehead.

"Contrary to popular belief Kylian. Not everyone finds ninja turtles attractive."

“Pleaseee Y/N! Think about how cute it would be to have a little you running around! Then our family would truly be complete!”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, before strolling into your master bedroom, purposefully leaving the door wide open.

Kylian stood dumbfounded for a few minutes. He was very very confused. His ego also took a hit. You poked your head out from the door.

"Do you want to make that baby or not?" 

Thanks to Kylians speed, it didn't take one second for him to be in that room with the door slammed shut. 

*** Eleven months later

“Nicolas! Come see your birthday gift.” You warmly smiled at your son from the hospital bed.

Nicolas walked gingerly, hand in hand with his dad. Kylian greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, while Nicolas stood on his tip toes to see his new siblings. They were twins, one boy, and one girl.

Was that the plan? No, not really.

Nicolas’s eyes widened in delight while Kylian was almost reduced to tears. You propped Nicolas up on the hospital bed with you, while transferring both children into the arms of Kylian.

“They’re beautiful amour. We did a great job. I’m proud of you.” Kylian complimented, wishing he could take your hand if both weren’t occupied with holding his new kids.

“Mummy. I asked Santa for two brothers. Not a sister. The storks messed up.” Nicolas frowned.

You and Kylian laughed while he nudged Nicolas’s shoulder.

“Nicolas. Do you want to name them?” Kylian asked earnestly, receiving a nod from you in approval.

Secretly, you were a little hesitant. There was one certain name you had your heart set on for the girl, you doubted Nicolas would choose it. But his happiness mattered more to you than some picture perfect names.

“Hmmm, for the boy, Theo.” Nicolas started.

You nodded, you liked it.

“And for the girl. Lena!” Nicolas cheered, looking into your eyes with glee.

You grinned, that had been the name you wanted all along. But how did he know? Ah, of course. You turned your head to meet your husband’s gaze. Of course it was Kylian’s doing.

“I love you.” You mouthed to him.

“I love you more.” He winked back, causing your cheeks to grow red.

still, after all these years. That man’s affect on you would never change.

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[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Idea for the YV boys, how do you think they would deal with drunk listener? If they went too hard at a party and went home or something?

Drunk Listener HC's

Alphonse

Oh lord help him, I feel like he doesn't drink that much only to the point he has a buzz.

But he's handling you gently so you both can get home and snuggle in bed.

If you try and get another drink he flirts to distract you so he can switch the alcohol for water.

Once y'all get home he makes sure to get you undressed and into comfy clothing.

If you puke he's he feels so bad bc he hates puking (hc) so he's making sure you have stuff that helps you not puke.

Will bring pillows and a blanket to the bathroom to sleep in there if your puking so much and got tried to even move.

But if your not he's laughing at you stumbling around slurring to him how he's husband material.

Seth

He never drinks only on special occasions (also hc) but he'll cut you off if you had too much

Seth knows how to deal with a drunk person and knows your gonna have a killer hangover

he's making sure your comfy and have medicine for in the morning.

Depending on what type of drunk you are he's having a good time, like a runner? his hand is latched on ya, or a crier? dw bbg (used neutral) cry in his chest.

Seth before was making sure you had food in your stomach before eating so much so you don't get too messed up.

The next morning he will be teasing you saying how you asked him out and looked like a kicked puppy when he said he was taken.

Seth loves how you trust him in your most vulnerable state like this, so he makes sure he takes amazing care of you.

Charlie

panicking bc he almost lost you in the crowd at the party, but when he found you he saw how tipsy you were and decided it was time to go home and get in y'alls pjs!

Charlie knows he's scrawny so he's lowkey struggling to help you get home, doesn't help you keep trying to kiss all over his face

Once y'all do get home he looks at the stairs (hc for Cas's house it's two story) and decides it's a couch night. After getting you changed and finding pillows and blankets he's ready to snuggle.

He has a bag incase you throw up and medicine for you to take, he lowkey doesn't know wtf he;s doing bc he does drink some but prefers to smoke.

got snacks if your hungry, also decided to put a movie on since you were getting bored and demanded a movie or a show.

Now your both giggling at the pranks people do, like moving an object slightly to the right every time they look away.

Faust

Your both tipsy lets be honest, Faust I feel like parties but only to some parties.

When he goes tho he only drinks a lil bc drunk people make him eh when partying.

If he sees you drank too much yep, your done, lets go home. gets a uber to go home and makes sure your okay to be laid down on the bed before going to sleep.

if you feel sick he asks the uber to pull over in case you need to throw up. Pays extra to stop at a store to get medicine bc he doesn't have a lot at his home.

If your hungry door dashing or delivery. Will make ramen for you if your hungry for noodles.

Is making sure all makeup/jewelry your wearing is taken off bc he knows how it always bugs him when he's sleeping.

has a lil trash can next to the bed if you need it. Also makes sure your sleeping facing the trashcan so you can throw up easier.

Finn

Finn is that person who has one cup for the whole party bc hes babysitting it. No he doesn't want another one he's fine.

If your drinking too much he stops you the best he can since he's trying to be gentle with you but if you don't listen he will scold you a bit to make you stop.

Gets you in the car, has a throw up bag in there for cases like these. I feel like Jack would take in to parties so he's always been the designated driver for him.

Rubbing your back while driving so comfort you if you throw up in the car. Has water for you after wards bc he keeps like a lil case in his car when needed.

Making you tea to feel better and a light snack so you don't throw that up too.

Helps you undress and asks if you want a bath or shower before laying you down.

Gives you meds too if you need them. Also on stand by in the morning when you wake up.

Auron

he can hold his liquor but knows everyone has a different tolerance with alcohol so he's watching you when you drink.

once he sees you drank too much he's right next to you guiding you out of the party. Calls his driver and makes sure your okay before getting in.

100% holding you in the car drive home bc he knows you might fall over in the limo. Has drinks in the limo for things like this and gives you water and making sure you drink it.

Asks if you need anything and his phone is on speed dial for any restaurant or store if you want anything.

When you guys get to his penthouse he took of your shoes in the car so you could walk correctly in the penthouse. asks if you want to be carried or grip on his arm walking in.

Help's undress you once your in his bedroom and cleaning your makeup off if needed.

If you do throw up hes sitting next to you comforting you while holding your hair or anything you need him to.

gets a trashcan fro you in case you need it later. In the morning he's asking if you need meds since he ask a assistant to get him some an hour ago before you woke up.

Lucien

Human alcohol doesn't do shit to him so he drank a lot and got like only a slight buzz. You tho took it as a challenge to see if you could get him drunk while also drinking his orders.

but his orders were straight up gasoline so it got you fucked up. Lucien at first didn't notice until you started slurring words at him.

Somehow got someone to pay for the bill and carried you home. made sure not to move you around so much in case you threw up. If you did he's apologizing while helping you puke.

Once home he kinda has no fuckin idea wtf to do so he's frantically googling everything. He get's you undressed, make up off, in light clothing, gets a trashcan for you and helps you into bed.

Once in the morning he looked up what was good to eat during a hangover and made it for you.

teases you how you went ham on the drinks but couldn't even keep up with him. Also somehow got meds from your neighbor? (hc Angel lives next to a older woman) She taught him how to make a hangover pick up.

If you want food he'll make it, but makes you stay in bed for the whole day, even figured out how to call you out from work. Since he's a demon he's good at lying so he got you the day off.

Jack

he use to work at the club you both went to so you to a free pass in, helped bar-tend and was making crazy concoctions for everyone.

didn't see you take one that was straight up gasoline and ended up giving you some simple drinks fruity ones you need to watch out for how many your drinking.

when he realize how much you drinked he cut you off and told his friend who got you both in your leaving now.

if you try to fight him on going home he's nodding along while slowly getting you out and hes like welp guess we go home!

if you puke dw he got anything you need him to hold while you do. He was able to go into a store and get puke bags for you so you both started to walk home.

had a side job at a local med store so knew which ones to give you to feel better. Also was a caregiver for a quick minute so he got you out of your clothing in less than a minute.

making sure your okay before laying you both to sleep. in the morning he called Finn to ask what was that drink his grandma would give them if they got hangovers. Knows a weird food combo thats easy on your stomach to eat when food smells like straight up trash for you.

#red rants #yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice faust #yuurivoice jack #yuurivoice lucien #yuurivoice finn #red answers #red writes

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Baby Trap

This is an extra chapter after the final battle. Spider is with Jake. Neteyam is alive because you took the shot. 

Since your little love confession to the Colonel, things have been smoother.

The recom Navi gave you privileges, such as a television in the bedroom and your own personal vegetable garden. And best of all, the Colonel hesitantly allowed you to take medicine for insomnia and depression. With the advance technology and advances, you now have the best stuff.

The branches of the army got the best stuff on Earth. So, you got medicine that so far has no side effects. The colonel wasn't stupid. He would feed you the pills in the mornings and evenings before sleeping. He didn't trust you after your attempted suicide.

He gave you scissors to trim his hair and the remaining kids under his supervision. He for some reason also banned coffee. Even decaf. But you were too scared to argue. Oh, well. Your medicine made you mellow. So, you don't think you need coffee to function. 

The colonel would also for some reason act more strange. He would buy you baggy and loose clothes. You didn't wear them. He just hanged them in the closet. Oh, well. At least he started taking care of your half breed Navi twins even more. 

One day, you were in the supply store of the base and asked for pregnancy control pills since you recently ran out three weeks ago.

"I am sorry, Ma'am." The receptionist looked scared. "The colonel gave me orders to not sell you birth control pills. You are banned from all contraceptives till He says so."

……….

You quickly walked back to your room. Thanks to Quaritch making you suck his dick in public, you tried to not be seen. You hated being in your room all day. Now, the one time you left your area of the base besides your kids' rooms and the kitchen, you got one of the worst announcements of your life. 

That jerk wants more kids!?

His human death made you raise triplets on your own. His job hunting Jake made him too tired for the twins. Now, another baby? Sure, physically maybe almost all women your age loved being pregnant due to the body changes and hormones. But, it lasts only nine months.

You shouldn't be hasty. Maybe there was a misunderstanding.  You should talk to Quaritch first.

......

You were washing the dinner dishes after serving your family and Lyle.

The colonel was watching TV while laying down on the bed.  He would shower after he eats with Lyle and the family. He came out fresh and was waiting for you to join him in bed. He tucked all the children to bed.  

You finally finished with the dishes and then took a quick shower. You showered twice a day. In the morning because you always had sex with quaritch at night.

And after cleaning the kitchen at night. To be fresh for your husband after working all day.

You came out to the bedroom.

Quaritch turned off the TV and held one arm out open for you. You crawled next to him and he kissed the top of your nose. He placed his chin on top of your head and held you close.

"Um, honey. I went to the supply store."

The colonel curiously looked down at your lovely face.

"The receptionist told me you forbade her from selling contraceptives. Is that true?"

The colonel nodded like it was natural. "Of course you shouldn't take pills."

You then sat up and separated from him. The colonel looked annoyed from the distance. He beckoned you back to his embrace.

You then got off the bed and stood next to it. The colonel narrowed his eyes at your disobedience. He gave you a warning look.

"I don't want any more babies." 

 "Remember what I said at the gym? When you sucked my dick?" He sat up from his position and swung his legs over the bed. "You no longer have an opinion. You will obey me."

Your eyes pricked with tears. "Five kids is enough."

The colonel got off the bed and stood to his height. "Don't lie. You love being pregnant. Minus the nausea. Besides, I have a feeling you might betray me again. I will fix your attitude."

You began to shake. You thought…

"You thought after that make up fuck we had last night will change my decision?" He sneered. "I said I love you. But, I don't trust you."

You began to back away and he menacingly followed you. Mocking you.

"You drugged my drink, you took my kids away from me, and you almost killed me multiple times. I would have killed you if you were not in my heart."

You sobbed and told him that he baby trapped you. 

The colonel grabbed your shoulders and slammed you against the wall. To his level your legs were lifted off the ground. 

"Says the gold digging whore who seduced me to help those science bitches years ago. You claim to be an independent woman. But you're a fuckin joke. A spoiled and entitled brat who uses her good looks and cunningness to get what she wants. You would always use your pretty face to persuade others to all your demands. But not me."

He breathed hard. "You're the weakest and most pathetic girl I ever met. You're everything I hate in a woman. I met real independent and tough women like Walker, Zdinarsik, and general Ardmore. But sadly, I fell in love with you of all people."

You felt his words shatter your heart. 

"You hate loving me?" You whispered. 

He nodded with a clenched jaw. "You ruined my fuckin life."

#avatar #miles quaritch #yandere miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x reader #yandere miles quaritch #dark miles quaritch #recom miles quaritch #avatar way of water #spider avatar

[maxislvt]

professor wanda turning you into her pet😵‍💫

warnings: coercion/manipulation (?), pet play, d/s dynamics, and punishments

totally stealing this to make a full fic for later (don't ask me how much later) but I have THOUGHTS

You're easily one of Wanda's favorite students. Even if you don't do well in her class, you constantly make an effort to do better. You do any extra credit you can and are always asking her for extra resources so you don't take up too much of her time. You're so sweet that Wanda can't help but take a liking to you

The first "date" you two have is her offering you extra help on a paper but she's desperately trying to learn more about you. She doesn't care how much you two have in common, Wanda just liked hearing you talk and taking notes on what you like

Eventually, Wanda's self control slips and her relationship with you becomes more inappropriate. Your conversations go from academic and professional to sexual and personal. It's not even like you just let it happen. The first time you slipped up about your sexual preferences was a complete accident and Wanda just let you keep going. Even if you're careful with your words, Wanda will just outright ask and change the subject

Wanda is very calculated about the way she claims you. She starts to touch you more as she spends more time with you. Nothing too alarming. Just long hugs and the occasional forehead kiss, but it has you absolutely spiraling. So much so that she's the first person you turn to when you need comfort.

Wanda waits for the perfect time to strike. She'll assign a project just a bit too much for your poor, overworked brain. It's nothing you can't do, but she is purposely vague in her instructions that you'll have to ask her regardless.

You're sitting at her desk so frustrated that you might burst into tears, and Wanda thinks it's absolutely adorable. When you finally reach a point where you can't understand a thing, she steps in. "Oh sweetheart, why don't you take a break? I have something that'll make you feel so much better." You're so desperate for something to make sense that you take the bait and fall right into Wanda's trap. Everything happens so fast that you don't even realize she's gotten between your legs.

You're rather avoidant of Wanda after the first time, but she fully expects it. You skip class a few times and when the next exam rolls around, you fail and have no choice but to talk to her again. Just being near her classroom makes you blush because you think about what happened, but you can't risk another bad grade

Wanda toys with you a lot more. She'll glide her heel up and down your leg, call you any pet name she can think of, and she won't stop unless you say something. You try putting your foot down and setting a boundary, but Wanda completely ignores you. "You're far too stressed to know what you want, just let mommy show you" you're official hers after that and you don't even want to change it

Wanda brings you over her house to start proper training. It's a tough job to start. She wants you to be nothing more than a mindless little puppy for her, but you're far too smart for your own good.

Wanda's excited when she finally gets the collar you. She spent so much time and money on yours and she expects you to wear it even if she's not around or you're in public. A punishment is in store if she catches you walking around without it.

She's cruel in her punishments. She'll edge you for hours until you apologize, spank your ass until it's bruised, and torture your nipples. You're such a brat and don't even realize it, but Wanda knows how to put you in your place. Even if that means taking your clothes and making you walk on all fours through her house.

Majorly into ass play. Not even just put the tail plug in. Wanda will get you off just from fingering your ass. Stretching it out is her favorite part. You're so inexperienced, all you can do is whimper and cry while she shoves increasingly bigger toys inside of your other hole. Wanda is extra careful to neglect your clit too

If she's not neglecting your clit, she's absolutely torturing the poor thing. She always has a vibrator up against it if she's not using you actively and nothing gets her going more than spanking your cunt.

Once you start behaving, she rewards you more. Her favorite reward is breeding you. Only the best of pups deserve mommy's cum and she makes sure to give you every drop. Wanda is NOT above breeding you during the day either. It doesn't matter how many classes you have left. If Wanda wants to use you, she will.

#panther speaks #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x reader #professor!wanda #its 2am and i hage to be somewhre in lome 4 hours #anon

[obsidiancreates]

Dimensional Constants and Curveballs

"So you guys do the whole white eyes thing a lot." Leon picks his teeth with a sai he snatched from Raph.

"Only when we're intensely focused and determined." Leo looks up from his meditation. "And when we're really angry, sometimes."

"How do yours work, then? Because we don't control ours, they just sort of happen, and I personally think it's related to our Mystic-ness somehow. I mean, April can do it too, but she's awesome enough that she may as well be as mystic as we are."

"Donnie thinks it might be some kind of extra eyelid, since some species are know to have them and we don't know what we are. But he says it's also possible it's an effect of mutation, and more like a film that clouds our eyes instead of a layer going over them."

"Wait, some turtles have third eyelids?"

"And cats."

"WHAT?!"

"Pretty much what I thought when Donnie told me that."

"Okay okay but, if it's either a third eyelid, ew, or some kind of weird film inside of your eye, which is also ew, how does it actually happen?"

"We just make it happen, usually, but sometimes it's out of our control like yours."

"How do you make it happen?! I want to figure it out so I can do it way more often, it looks so cool!"

"Um... huh. ... I don't actually know how we do it. We just... do it. Like... the same way we just move our limbs, or just itch our uh- do you guys call these noses? Sometimes we do and sometimes we don't."

"Hmm? Oh yeah, these are noses or snouts to us. Wait, why don't you guys know what kinds of turtles you are?"

"Donnie thinks we're either diamondback terrapins or common box turtles, but our DNA is too mutated to know for sure and Sensei said there was no sign about it in the pet store. He got us really cheap."

"Huh. Our dad got us for free. Well, Pops did, I actually don't know where Draxum got us from. I should ask Mikey to ask him that."

"Your Mikey also befriends terrifying and powerful mutants?"

"Yokai, and, yeah. Does your Raph get weird when he's alone?"

"Wouldn't know, every time he tries to leave he's back before the end of the night."

"Wait, how often does he-"

"Twenty-eight times and counting now."

"Whoa. Really into teenage rebellion, huh?"

"You have no idea."

"What about your Donnie? How much of a mad scientist is he?"

"Hmm... what qualifies?"

"Just a general vibe can work, but wayward creations and concerning bouts of cackling add to it."

"In that case, definitely a mad scientist. He likes to pretend he isn't, but he is."

"Mine just owns up to it. I'm a little surprised yours doesn't, he seems way more emotional than mine."

"Oh, Donnie's the most emotional of all of us for sure."

"So weird! Does he call any of his inventions his children, though?"

"The Shellraizer. He called it his 'Baby' when the Kr- when New York got taken over."

"Appriciate the trigger avoidance, mi hermano honorario. Is your Mikey the chef?"

"Ugh, not by our choice. I don't know if I'd call it 'Food' most of the time."

"Really? Mine's like, a world-class fancy foodie."

"Huh. ... Did he have an idol who betrayed him and became a mutant?"

"YES OH MY GOSH! he loved Meatsweat's cooking show so much, and now the guy like, won't stop trying to hurt us!"

"For us it was another ninja, Chris Bradford. He secretly worked for Shredder and betrayed Mikey after pretending to be his friend."

"... Your universe is super dark, you know. I mean, we've had our low moments, but you seem to have low moments every day."

"... Yeah. It... it's been rough."

"Well, as New Leader of my team and thus your leader-ly equal, I'm taking you all somewhere to relax."

"What?"

"Shhhh, it's already happening and you can't escape it. Just need to text my brothers and April andddddd YES okay they're all doing the same, prepare to be the most chilled out you've ever been, my friend."

"Yeah, um, that doesn't ever work out for us, really."

"Ah, but mi amigo, you're in our dimension now! And sometimes, we are able to have a nice day with very minimal problems! So let's do it!"

"... Alright, we can try. But I'm still bringing my weapons."

"Well, duh we're bringing our weapons, I'm not an idiot!"

"No, you're just what would happen if someone mixed me with Mikey and Casey."

"Having met both of them I'm taking that as a compliment. Now let's go!"

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt crossover #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

[syneilesis]

Unfinished Synfic #2

Metafurically

Obey Me! | Satan x Reader; rom-com AU

In a curious turn of events, you’ve become the caretaker of six cute kittens, and have caught the eye of an equally cute, green-eyed blond.

Notes: Yes, that's actually the title; no, I don't regret it. It's been a while since I played Obey Me. I found that I couldn't juggle more than three mobile games lol the daily log in already exhausts me haha. I still have it installed so someday I'll probably play it again.

So like, in this AU, the brothers sans Satan go to the human world for some reason and they turned into kittens because they broke the law or something. You found them all sad and pathetic and so you brought them into your home to take care of them. They got attached to you like barnacles. Satan goes up to find his brothers but gets distracted by a curious little bookshop.

You're a part-time employee at Simeon's bookstore and a full-time grad student. At first you just find this blond green-eyed customer cute; he likes mystery genres too much. But then one day, he buys Howl's Moving Castle and all of a sudden you're in love.

I still have other notes for this one, like your names for the kittens (you're unimaginative sadly), but I'm too lazy to look for my notebook lol

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single bookstore worker in possession of a great inventory of books must be in want of an extra room.

“I’m not selling them,” you said, “I just need a place to store them.”

At the mystery/thriller aisle, Simeon ticked his checklist and smiled without glancing your way.

“Where do you even get your money for all your books? As far as I know, this is your only part-time job. And you’re still a grad student.”

You flinched a bit from his question, thinking about your life choices when it came to spending your savings. “Would you believe me if I said I keep an eye on sales and discounts? There are always monthly promos on this site that I frequent …”

Simeon frowned, before moving on to the romance section. “You’re buying books online?”

Oh, no. “I, ah. I mean.” What to say, what to say. “I could buy books here …”

From the bookshelves to your left, Simeon emerged, notepad under his arm, disappointment radiating from every pore of his body. You had no problems with offending people, unwittingly or otherwise, but there was something about Simeon that compelled you to avoid making him all sad and disappointed. The first time you had met him, in your interview for the part-time job, he reminded you of your grandma, all kind smile and cotton-soft voice. But that was before you discovered that he could give an impressive dressing down worthy of a ten-minute standing ovation—which you actually did, much to his chagrin.

Regardless of whether he’s kind or snarky, you just didn’t want to let him down.

Simeon sighed, already used to your impulses. “Have you even read them all?”

“Yes!” A beat. “Well, no.” Another beat. “I mean, I’m more than halfway through—”

“You should refrain from buying books for a while.”

“But think about the discounts.”

Simeon’s brows dipped and his mouth opened—most likely to give a sermon about the virtues of saving money—but whatever he was going to say was cut off by the sudden tinkling of the door chime, signalling a customer.

“I need to sort the newly arrived books; you handle this.” And with a last cursory look at the romance aisle, Simeon headed off to the storage room.

You return to your spot by the cash register, your eyes homing in on the person who entered. Tall, blond, and had a weird way of wearing his jacket. He looked at home surrounded by books, sifting through fantasy, sci-fi, romance, then lingering on the mystery section. At this point you would have asked if he needed assistance, but your preoccupation with your new batch of ordered books held you at bay. If he wanted to inquire about something, he would approach you anyway.

Minutes later, in the middle of mentally listing your storeroom options, Sherlock Holmes materialized in your line of vision.

You looked up, and all the cells in your body halted for one dazzling second.

Huh.

You would’ve tilted your head and stared some more, but work came first.

“Is this all?” you asked, your finger tapping the book.

Across the counter, the customer offered a friendly smile, nodding, his striking green eyes reminding you of summer foliage. “Yeah.”

For some reason you couldn’t reciprocate the smile. “Right.”

When Simeon came back to check up on you, he found you staring at the window in a daze.

“Did something happen?”

“Not really,” you answered, voice slightly dreamy. Then you turned to Simeon, and your lips stretched into a grin. “I’m feeling productive today. I think I can solve my storage problem and my dissertation problem.”

Needless to say, you were right on the money.

+

One week ago, you had been dealt with a conundrum.

“What.”

In front of you, blocking your way to the entrance to your apartment building, were six kittens IT STOPS HERE LOL

#unfinished synfic #obey me #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me x you #obey me satan x you

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Midnight pretenders

Pairings: Ray x F!Reader

Summary: Ray stops by a road restaurant back home, and finds out daddy issues are more common than expected.

Warnings: Age gap, nothing really sexy happening here

Words: 2534

A/N: I couldn't help but fall in love with that naughty mess Ray is. Yes, I'm aware of that *plot twist* but since in the film he never learns about it, I don't mention it here.

Across the road from the gas station was a diner whose flashing sign announced that it was twenty-four hours. 

Ray consulted his watch, he'd been driving around all day with almost no rest, and hadn't noticed how hungry and exhausted he was until he laid eyes on the store. When he finished filling his vehicle's tank, he crossed the small stretch and parked at the road café, which he proceeded to enter.

Inside, there were at least three other customers scattered about, the place was unremarkable except that the music playing on the old speakers was in another language. Ray approached the bar, picked up a menu protected by a transparent plastic sheet and, not long after, a waitress appeared. As was usually the case in all roadside restaurants, she wore no uniform, just an apron from which hung a name tag, which Ray glanced at quickly; it was part of his nature, he had honed his skills in charming women so well that he did everything instinctively.

"Good evening, welcome," greeted the girl. He boasted of judging a woman's personality with very little information, and he almost never failed, and according to his extensive knowledge that young waitress fell into the category of miss shy: affable voice that she was clearly trained to mask, eyes that shunned the face of her interlocutor for fear of appearing insistent, voluptuous body that she surely did not consider attractive and struggled to hide.... 

In short: a sweet cherry that when would explode, would make a lot of fuss.

"Hey, how's it going?" he replied with a friendly smile, he didn't want to scare her after all.

"Can I offer you something to drink or do you need more time?"

"No, uh... (Y/N)" Ray squinted, fixing his eyes on the nametag to make sure he read her name right "I'd like a soda on the rocks and..." he pretended to reread the menu "What would you suggest for a meal?"

"Well..." he noticed that the girl was getting a little messed up as she reached into her apron pouch for her notebook "I guess it depends on what you like, something light like a sandwich or maybe, something more classic like some hot dogs..."

"Yeah, I think I'll have the hot dogs, what do they include?" 

After the waitress took his order, Ray opted to remain seated at the counter, miss shy worked alone and efficiently, handing him a glass full of ice and the bottle of soda as she checked her notebook to make out the bill for one of the customers, and then peeked through the kitchen window to exchange words with the worker inside before going to clear the table that had just been vacated. 

When the cook announced with a chime that the hot dogs were ready, the waitress almost skidded to grab the plate, and set it down in front of Ray with a warm smile.

"Do you need extra condiments, sir?"

"No, thank you, (Y/N), but I'd really like a beer," he gave her another smile as well, and then, as she returned with a bottle, he asked, "What's the music playing?"

"Oh, it's city pop... you know, Japanese pop from the eighties, I really like it." 

He saw her blush, but she didn't immediately turn away or turn to do anything else. That was a good sign, and Ray took advantage of it.

"Really? I've never had the pleasure of listening to it, it's lovely."

"It's acquired tastes, my father listened to music from all over the world."

Ray's smile froze on his face. When the waitress turned to continue with her duties, as other customers who appeared to be truck drivers had arrived, the man thought about his disastrous night before, the mixed feelings hadn't managed to escape his chest despite his best efforts, despite Kiera's good intentions. 

He had blown it, he thought as he took a long swig of his beer, he had looked like the huge idiot he was for simply sharing blood with the old man who, thank heavens, was now going to rot underground. The only difference was that he was careful not to leave neglected children out in the world.

His eyes went to the back of the store, where a jukebox rested. He rummaged in his pockets and found some coins, but as he got closer he noticed the small sign warning that the device was out of service. A little obfuscated, he returned to his seat in front of the bar.

The waitress was arguing on the phone with someone, Ray only managed to catch a few words, but he knew immediately that something was wrong because the girl hung up with an anxious expression that she could not hide at all when she went to him.

"Do you need anything else, sir?" she murmured.

"I'm fine, thank you... hey-" he added immediately with a worried gesture "is everything okay? Sorry, it's just..." he gestured with his head to the place from where she had been talking on the phone.

"No, it's nothing" she smiled, but it was a forced smile, one that concealed possibly wanting to cry. Ray cocked his head to one side, it was a gesture that he didn't know why, it worked wonders on women.

"Okay, sorry if I bothered you with..."

"No, no, please..."

The next few minutes it became obvious that something was affecting her, because she was working slower than before and anxiously checking her cell phone, with an expression that was gradually becoming more frustrated.

"(Y/N), the order!" the cook shouted to her, leaning out of the window after the waitress ignored the warning rings. The latter, saddened, took the tray and went to deliver the food with her head down, and after returning to the bar, she went to the laptop from which she controlled the music and it suddenly shut off.

Ray called her name a couple of times, and on the second time the girl came back to his side with a start.

"Excuse me, sir, what do you need?"

Her pretty lips, painted with just a bit of gloss, trembled slightly. 

"Could you get me another beer, please?"

"Yes, sure..." she handed him another bottle, her hand also shaking "Here you go."

"Thank you. Sorry if I insist, are you sure everything's okay?" he asked gently. He looked straight at her, his hand gently caressed the bottle, he measured his movements so precisely that he knew he was assured of success. And so it was, the waitress snorted and finally abandoned the remnants of her social mask.

"It's silly, really...I must get a cab home because my dear Josh won't be able to get by me again."

He noticed immediately the bitterness in her voice, sincere, natural, and strangely appealing. Ray leaned a little over the bar, genuinely interested.

"Wow...you won't live too far from here, I hope?"

"About an hour's drive" the waitress twisted a smile "It's the problems of living in a town in the middle of nowhere, not a lot of job options."

"And this Josh, does he at least have an excuse?"

Another customer approached the counter to pay, and the girl interrupted their conversation to do her job, however as soon as she closed the register and dismissed the customer, she turned her attention to Ray.

"Well, she's had a lot of engagements lately, at different times and in different places..." she picked up Ray's empty plate, but held it in her hands "If I were honest with myself I'd think he was seeing someone else."

"Why would you think that?"

"Have you heard that thing about inexperienced women choosing guys who are like their fathers as boyfriends?" Ray tensed a little at those words "I guess it's like a tradition, men who have so much to do always find flings"

The sharp contrast between the jovial girl he encountered upon entering and the one complaining bitterly about what she considered her own mistake was fascinating, but not because of his tendency to internally qualify women and the secrets they might be hiding. She was talking out loud about something he understood perfectly.

"Anyway, my shift ends in half an hour, if I don't get transportation by then I'll have to sleep in the storage room or something... Oh, excuse me" she was back to her social mode again, he could see in her cheeks the embarrassment tinting them red "I think I spoke too much, didn't I? Do you need anything else?"

"Yes... do you happen to have some jazz on that laptop of yours?" 

Ray saw other customers arrive and the person who should have been the young woman's relief, who was wringing her hands as she hung up her apron. The next thing he did was pushed not by his eternal pleasure of conquest, in fact, there was something more complicated in his heart.

"Hey, (Y/N)" he called to her "I don't think you should stay in the storage room...is it okay if I give you a ride?"

"Thanks, I'll... I'll be fine, don't worry." 

"No, really... Look, I know what you're thinking, I'm a lot older than you and we've never met before, but I swear I'm not a creepy guy, seriously" Ray held up his hands with a serious gesture.

"I don't know...I mean, I wouldn't want to bother you..."

"Not at all, and if it makes you feel safe..." he opened his wallet and showed her his driver's license "This is me, see? I don't have anything weird to hide." 

"Raymond..." muttered the girl.

"Just Ray, I've always been called that" he replied "I have a half brother named Raymond, so it's a little weird to hear my full name."

"You both have the same name?" 

"Yeah, I had a rather peculiar father" Ray twisted his mouth as the waitress handed him back his license. "Anyway, if you accept my proposal, my car is the first one parked on the left."

Ray went to the restroom, and as he exited the premises he found the girl leaning against his car, her hands stuffed in the pockets of a thin red sweater. He advanced toward her with a strange excitement in his chest, and she greeted him with a nod of her head.

"Where are we going then?" asked Ray as he started the car. His companion had chosen the back seat, and he guessed that the hand still inside her sweater must be clutching some object of self-defense. He couldn't imagine under what conditions someone who dared to work in the middle of the road might suspect she needed to protect herself, but he didn't judge her. 

"By the forty-fifth" she replied "You'll see a side road going into a town, you can drop me off there."

"As you please" Ray began to drive, he wasn't straying far from his own route, however it was the last thing he cared about. Maybe he could sweeten his passenger's ear, he'd seen a motel up the road a little ways down the road... but the words that came out of his mouth were ones even he didn't think he'd say, "I buried my father yesterday. Literally, my half-brothers and I had to dig his grave."

He noticed in the rearview mirror that the girl raised her head, curious. 

"Why, I mean...why did you guys dig?"

"Because the old man wanted to screw us one last time" he blurted out "He made sure to screw us even while he was dead, you can't imagine how terrible he was in life but...that might give you an idea"

"Well... calling his children exactly the same sounds like a lousy joke" she agreed. 

"His whole life he lived it like he was a comedian, fooled as many people as he could"

"Oh, I can imagine" suddenly jumped the waitress "A charming man out of the house, and inside a pain in the ass."

"Yes... yes! Just like that!"

"My father was the same way, I mean...I didn't realize it until I was about eleven or twelve. He loved to drink, sometimes he'd stay home because the hangover turned him to shit."

"One time the old man pawned my trumpet, I don't even remember why."

"Mine missed my birthday because he preferred to go on a vacation with his siblings, and when he came back he handed me a stupid T-shirt as a present"

"Sorry, what happened with your mother? I mean, how did she deal with him?"

"Deal?" she snorted "She was fed up, the first infidelity she forgave him because I was so little and she was afraid what a divorce would get to me, but when he did it the second time... God, she broke a glass over his head and he didn't dare press charges, at least he had the decency to bugger off afterwards, but my college savings disappeared during the time my mother had to get a new job to support both of us. We eventually had to move into an apartment, and now I'm trying to get my money back at this silly restaurant."

"At least she sent him to hell" Ray replied, nostalgic. There was a moment of silence, one that wasn't awkward but felt the same as when the dust slowly settles after a gale, the calm that succeeds the storm.

"Ray...do you hate your father?" 

The question took him by surprise. Yes, he hated him, hated everything about him with the exception of Raymond, knowing he was finally dead should fill him with joy, but it wasn't, something was making him extremely uncomfortable and he couldn't figure out what.

"I don't know, (Y/N)" he agreed, dejected. He saw her nod a little.

"Yeah... I can't seem to hate him either. He wasn't an exemplary father, but there are memories that almost make me feel happy."

"Like music?" he asked.

"Yeah, like music." 

Ray noticed a movement behind his back, and found then that (Y/N) had moved into the passenger seat, tugging the hem of her dress demurely, and the two looked at each other briefly. A smile appeared on the girl's lips, the most genuine one she had presented so far, and the man noticed his heart flip.

"Have you heard Tomoko Aran?" she asked, pulling out her cell phone. 

"Maybe at the restaurant" Ray replied, playfully. He heard her emit an indulgent chuckle.

"If you didn't get tired, I'd like to show you some of her." 

"Go ahead." 

As a soft female voice emerged from the speakers, Ray thought back to everything that had happened to him the day before. His beloved music had gotten muddy, but now he could clean it up again, give it good memories, all he needed was to ask (Y/N) if she knew this or that artist, and if she didn't mind if he visited her back at the restaurant, maybe he'd ask her out when she finally dumped Josh properly.

Everytime I wish monopolize your love

Yukusaki tsunegai tabibito

Everytime I wish that you would be mine

Anata no subete ga hoshii no

#raymond and ray #ethan hawke #ray x reader #raymond and ray fanfiction #ethan hawke fanfiction #ethan hawke x reader

[hannah-deactivated20220725]

The Kissing Booth, Intro: All Character Starts

This is a rewrite of an old WIP of mine, called The Kissing Booth. It is kind of an otome game-esque dating simulator game thingy I'm making the "script" for, only instead of being in the format of a script, it's in story format.

Anyway, here is the beginning/intro of the game.

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To start, there are 5 characters you can play for. There's Chef Geoff, who anyone can play to try to win over. There's Belinda, who only females can play to win over. There's Clarissa, who anyone can play to win over. There's Luka, who anyone can play to win over and there's Glorie, who only men can play to try to win over.

Pick the top 3 characters you'd like to try to go for. Now, you start with 3 points. Points are what make or break your relationship with the character. Put 1 point toward your top 3 characters you'd like to win over.

Have you picked them? You have your points down? Alright, click Read More and let's get to playing!

You sigh as you better organize the stock at your flower shop and tilt your head to the side a bit.

"It looks perfect," a voice announces from behind you, making you start. You hadn't even heard the door open or the bell ring. "Sorry, did I scare you?"

"Just startled me," you correct, shaking your head as you finish what you were doing before turning to face the person speaking to you. "What are you doing here so early? You don't work for another hour."

"Oh... I fucked up big with the missus. I need flowers." You roll your eyes.

"What did you do now?" You ask, expertly arranging the bouquet that he always gets when he gets makeup flowers for his woman. He puts a hand up to stop you and shakes his head.

"No, those aren't enough." Your eyes widen slightly. Not enough? He must have done something serious.

"What do you want then?" You ask. He glances over at a bouquet next to the register. Your eyes widen further. "You sure? That bouquet is-"

"I know how much it is... I also know she knows how much it is and knows that it isn't just some cheap bouquet." You nod your understanding and move to grab the bouquet and get it ready for purchase. He slams down a wad of bills on the counter between the bouquet you're handling and the register.

"You must have done something really stupid," you say simply. He doesn't offer a reply this time, only looks away, clearly upset with himself. You hesitate. "I'm sure it'll be fine," you try to reassure him. "You've done some stupid shit and she always understands. Eventually. It just might take a bit of extra time."

His lip quivers slightly and you shift uncomfortably.

"It's not fine," he simply says, voice heavy with emotion. "Now please get the flowers ready and I'll be on my way."

You want to say something more but when he turns to walk out of the room and into the bathroom, you sigh, finishing the wrapping and placing the flowers in your most expensive vase. You hope everything will be okay.

Partly because it's weird to see him so emotional, but also you love them as a couple.

What did he do?

You heave another sigh and glance up just as your first customer of the day arrives.

It's...

Select Your Crush:

Belinda (females only; difficulty: hard): a woman with a mysterious aura. Long brown hair that almost seems black and a dark personality to boot. She's almost always drunk when she comes in, but my god is she striking to look at.

Clarissa: Beautiful young woman with long pink hair and pink eyes, oddly enough. You're pretty sure she uses colored contacts though she insists it's her real eye color. She's really outgoing and flirty and comes in frequently, always asking about you.

Glorie (males only): a young woman with deep green eyes and greenish-bluish hair. She has a love of water and a beautiful sing-song voice. There is something that pulls her to you, but you can't quite explain it. Whatever it is, you really like her.

Luka: a young man with a heart of gold. He has actually come into the store and bought large bouquets and you watched as he's given out flowers from them to random passersby on the street, confirming they were random when the people came into the store asking about him. He was clearly an athlete in school, but he's just such a sweet man, it's hard to imagine he was the kind of popular guy that was a bully too. Everyone loves him. And much to your dismay, you're not exception.

Chef Geoff (difficulty: hard): a beautiful chef with a passion for his craft. He loves to cook and is always talking about experiments he wants to make. He's actually fairly friendly, inviting people to his restaurant to try his food, though he seems not to really ever want to talk about anything else. His smile draws you in, with his eyes smiling along with his mouth... you want to feel what that mouth would feel like pressed against yours. You find yourself feeling quite dreamy any time he walks into the room.

Who would you like to try to woo? Links will be added as each character's start is written.

Belinda // Clarissa // Glorie // Luka // Chef Geoff

#my writing #writer games #reader games #reader x character #dating simulator #otome game script #creative writing

[the-slasher-madame]

Hey it’s me again lmao. I loved the last head cannons you did for me so I wanted to come back. Can you maybe do head cannons for teaching Brahms, Vincent and Thomas how to crochet? I’m learning myself and I think it’s pretty fun. Thank you stay groovy <3

I will eternally groove my humble broski, just for you. Ahhh I love this cause I knit!!! I was knitting a blanket but I vastly underestimated how much yarn I would need, so it may just be a scarf instead (I was gonna knit in strips...it may not be a single strip). My aunt crochets, she'd make dresses for my dolls when I was younger. Enjoy dear!!!

Brahms Heelshire:

This is going to go one of two ways. One, he will lose his goddamn mind. Rage quits like he's fighting sans in Undertale. Cannot sit still long enough and has no patience for the needle and the possible issues of A) the yarn starting to unravel or 2) it's too small/big for him to work with well

Personally, I don't know if that's my favorite. I think the second way it goes is he picks it up instantly (or maybe even already knows how, it seems like something his mother would do it and he'd pick it up to pass the time in the walls/connect to his mother, or she made him learn how to)

Going on the second path, he fricking loves it. Perfect way to fidget, to have a part of him moving. He'd make y'all a blanket to like, celebrate/commemorate your relationship. Then he moves on to beanies (I need him in a beanie like yesterday).

I do think he would get frustrated at first, especially if he's trying to make you something. He also could spend hours looking for yarn online. Could, would, and will

He'd make plushies, but you would have to beg him to. After he makes one, he's hooked (get it? Hehe). Would absolutely make stuffies of you and him, any pets y'all may get, favorite animals, everything (do you need like a pattern/recipe for crocheting plushies? And if anyone knows how to read a knitting recipe let me know haha-)

I love the image of you coming back from a very brief grocery run and he has some granny glasses on, the ones with the beaded string around the back, and he's just working away on a blanket

Relating to that, he stress-crochets. I've stress-knit before, and I can see him doing that if you have to go out for any period of time (keeps his stuffie of you in his lap and talks to it until you get back).

You have unlocked Granny Brahms, before long he starts baking apple pies Vincent Sinclair:

I'm a fairly crafty fellow myself, and I have a personal mission to learn as many types of art as possible. Vincent is the same way, and considers crocheting to fit under this category.

I don't think he has trouble with it at all, he's got pretty nimble fingers and can keep track of the yarn and the hook

I can also see him with the granny glasses, sitting by candlelight in the house or his workshop. AND he already worries about you like a grandmother, it fits perfectly lol

Loves making blankets and throws to stash around the house (IDK why it's hotter than hell in Louisiana). Would try to make things to make the town look more lively, and would store his extra blankets in one of the houses

AKJHFHD I can see him having certain sets of blankets for different seasons, like how clothing brands have the fall sets and winter sets and whatever? He's serious about his blankets

HE'D MAKE JONSEY LITTLE HATS AND BOOTIES OH MY GODDDDD

Would probably explore making plushies on his own, and gift you with one, then another one, and another one, and maybe just one more- (I am attached to my stuffies, even if mine aren't crocheted).

I don't think he'd make a family of stuffies like Brahms, but he'd absolutely make one of you to keep on his desk

Makes Jonesy toys, absolutely

Has a wide, varied range of yarn, and if he has to ask one of his brothers to get him yarn, he is very specific. This man is an artist, he will have the right color and he will dumb it down for his brothers to make sure they get the exact shade he needs

No he'd paint little cards with the color he needs 😭

I think he would like crocheted tops, both for the statues and for you. . . Thomas Hewitt

Ohhh this man is another crafty one, already has like a case full of hooks

It'd be cool to think he might have crocheted his first masks, not sure I'm sold on that but food for thought

Luda would teach him to crochet, it gives him something to do especially when he can’t play with the other kids and switches over to homeschooling

Makes blankets, even if it’s entirely too hot in tex-ASS to wear skin let alone fabric

Anyways along the lines of Luda Mae teaching him, she’d always look out for different colors she thinks he may like. Buys him yarn and hooks and is overall the supportive mother we all want and need

I think he’d also like crocheted clothes👀and he would kill Hoyt for even breathing lewdly near you

Plushies. Makes all the plushies. Makes you all the plushies. Every farm animal imaginable. They are yours

OMG WHAT IF HE HAD SHEEP AND MADE HIS OWN YARN THA’D BE SO CUUUUTE

Thomas makes his own yarn confirmed

I think he’d be really patient with crocheting, but he might get a little frustrated with smaller yarn and hooks cause his fingers are kinda big (yummy)

Awww no what if he made potholders for the kitchen, OH AND MAKES LUDA MAE GIFTS FOR HER BIRTHDAY NO CAP

One time, Hoyt said it was “wrong” and emasculating (not his words, he doesn’t know what that means) for Tommy to crochet, so Tommy crocheted a blanket with the phrase ‘fuck you’ on it and gave it to Hoyt for his birthday

Luda chuckled and told Hoyt he got what he got, Tommy was grinning under his mask, and Monty laughed and stole the blanket (and still uses it to this very day)

Ok I tried!!!! I loved this prompt so much, knitting and crocheting are so much fun and these are the three that I feel like would enjoy yarn crafts. I hope you like it!!  <333333

#slashers #slasher fucker #slasher x reader #slasher community #slasher fluff #slashers crochet #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire fluff #brahms heelshire headcanons #brahms heelshire x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair fluff #vincent sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt fluff #thomas hewitt headcanons #thomas hewitt x reader #vincent sinclair headcanons

[gemini-sensei]

Asdfghjkl- I went overboard with this (unedited)

Moon and Reader having a shopping day at the mall. Yasmine was supposed to come with them, but she got called into work on an emergency. But it's okay, Moon and Reader aren't upset. They're still having fun, trying on close, kissing in the dressing rooms, giggling together.

Then they see this woman checking herself out in a dress and they can tell she's not confident in it. She keeps trying to flatted her chubby belly and adjusting the straps, but can't seem to get it right. Moon can tell she's not quite in the right size and Reader, being her chubby self, wants to empower the lady. She doesn't look much older than them and she's beautiful regardless, so they to over to remind her of that.

However, as they get closer, they see where the extra belly fat has come from. Beside her she has a little stroller with a giggly little baby inside. The mama still has some baby fat left over and it's made her insecure. So Moon and Reader get to work telling her that the dress looks amazing, but to try one size up so it fits her new tits in it nicely. Soon, they're all talking like they're good friends, laughing and cooing at the little one. Reader gets to hold the baby and keep him from getting fussy while mama goes to try another dress. She and Moon are fawning over him and his little grin the whole time.

When they part ways with the mama and baby, Moon and Reader don't think much of it. They continue on their little shopping spree, but end up in a little baby store that's tucked between two larger boutiques. In no time they're marveling at all of the littlest clothes and shoes they've ever seen.

Reader is giggling at little baby overalls and jumpers while Moon is squealing over bows. They can't get over how small it all it, how pretty the colors are, imagining little babies with warm smiles and gray eyes wearing some of the stuff they pick up.

Someone comes over and asks if it's they're first time and the women don't know how to respond, though eventually realize that they're asking if one of them is pregnant. They sadly say no and the person giggles, sharing their enthusiasm about all the baby things as they rub their baby bump. They have a conversation about how it's never too early to prepare amd the person gives them a wink before walking away.

They go home with a few bags from the baby store and spend time pulling out the little clothes and booties they bought so that they can look over it all again. They're knee deep in baby fever when Yasmine comes home and finds them gushing over baby items that she knows they didn't own this morning.

"Is there something you two want to tell me?" she asks, stepping out of her heels and walking over to her two loves.

She looks at all that they've bought - onsies and shirts with duckies and stripes and rainbows, baby booties and bows and little hats. It looks like they bought enough to fill up a closet, but whatever for? She raises an amused eyebrow at them, thinking about how cute they are.

Reader chews on her lip and looks at Moon. They're holding hands while also both clutching a little yellow dress that reminded them of Yasmine - made them think of a little gray eyed baby with the cutest laugh, too. She looks up at Yasmine and admits. "We want a baby."

Moon adds quickly, "and we already know who we want to carry it."

Yasmine licks his lips. "Oh yeah?"

Both women nod and Reader tells her, "I'd like to."

Yasmine's cock begins to stir under her dress. She bites her cheek as she needs to keep some composure, well aware that if she gets hard, she'll ruin another pair of perfectly good panties. However, the thought of putting a baby in her perfectly plump wife is more than she can handle and she knows she's lost the internal battle as her cock strains against thin lace.

Before they know it, all of them are piled on the bed, Yasmine's thick cock drilling into Reader while Moon makes out when them off and on. They each have one of Reader's fat tits in hand, squeezing and pulling and playing with as they tell her about how they're going to be so pretty full of milk for their baby. She's laid under them, whining and whimpering, begging to be bred. Her cunt is tight and wet, having already come once on Moon's fingers and she's needy.

Moon kisses Reader hard, shoving her tongue into Reader's mouth as she lays and is played with and fucked with such desire. She feels so loved and it's beautiful, really, because they're so in love with each other and they're going to make a baby with all that love. They're going to have someone new to love, too, and she's so happy with the thought.

She moans loudly as Moon starts toying with her clit and Yasmine babbles about filling her. They promise to give her the baby they all want so much. It's a glorious, spectacular mess as Reader squirts and gushes all over her lovers. It's sends Yasmine over the edge and she pulls Reader's hips up and slams into her one final time before she unloads fat ropes of cum into her awaiting womb.

She leans down and kisses Reader sweetly, whispering to her how she won't stop until she gives her the baby they all want. Moon watches, feverish smile on her face before she gives them each a gentle and loving kiss. Yasmine collapses on top of Reader and doesn't pull out, instead just pulling Moon close to cuddle them and they're all happy to lay together like that until it's time for a bath.

#poly moon and yasmine #girlcock!yasmine #yasmine x reader x moon #cobra kai yasmine smut #cobra kai yasmine headcanons #yasmine x chubby reader #yasmine x reader #cobra kai yasmine #moon x chubby reader #moon x reader #cobra kai moon headcanons #cobra kai moon #moon smut #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #smut headcanons #cobra kai smut thought #cobra kai smut #gemini sensei

[delucadarling]

And yes, I do need to ask about every Barbie ship :D

2, 12 and 51 for Barbie/Ava

22, 38 and 50 for Barbie/Mason

3, 17 and 28 for Barbie/Felix

14, 31 and 42 for Barbie/Nate

21, 26 and 44 for Barbie/Kira

Holy smokes anon. EXCITING.

Obligatory OTP Asks

Barbie/Ava

2.) What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

Barbie suffers night terrors pretty often after the Murphy incident. She had them before as well, being prone to stress and anxiety as she is, but it's 10x worse once the events of Book 1 kick off.

All Barbie would want is for Ava to hold her close, stroke her hair, and promise she'll be okay. Eventually, once they sort their shit out, that's exactly what would happen. Before that, Barbie still seeks Ava out, but doesn't want to talk and doesn't want Ava to touch her. She just wants to be in Ava's presence. Ava allows this, and probably makes Barbie a warm drink if Barbie won't make one herself. This usually leads to Barbie falling back asleep in an armchair, or some other spot near wherever Ava's spending time.

When Ava has nightmares, Barbie's very unsure about what to do. She's way out of her depth when it comes to comforting other people, even as much as she wants to do it. She'd ask Ava what she wants, what would help. Ava's prone to denying she wants anything at all, but eventually I like the idea that Barbie reads to her. A silly book that Ava would never pick up on her own, but that Ava can't help getting absorbed into when it's Barbie reading it.

12.) Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

Oh yeah, definitely. Barbie can be very set in her ways, as can Ava, so when they agree on something it's GREAT. If they disagree on something, it leads to arguments over things no one else would even think to argue about. It's really tough at first, but they also love each other, so they don't want these arguments to be fights.

Two rule-loving autistic queens sit down to decide what steps to take when an argument is going too far, agree on the steps, and put them into motion over every single disagreement they have.

(Smoothing things over usually includes make up sex for Barbie, it's hands down the easiest way she's found for letting dumb shit go.)

51.) What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

I think they're both big on just doing things for one another to make their lives a little better.

Barbie has a stash of 20 shirts, the exact same brand and style that Ava likes, in a few varying colors. When one of Ava's shirts wears out, Barbie just puts a new one in her closet.

Ava stays on top of Barbie's physical needs. Food, drink, comfort. She keeps a bag of trail mix in one of her pockets at all times. She keeps an extra pair of gloves as well for when it's cold, which she pretends aren't there just for Barbie.

They're both big on physical touch with one another as well. Barbie likes to place a kiss to Ava's jaw and Ava will press a hand between Barbie's shoulder blades in small moments between moments.

Barbie/Mason

22.) What reminds each of their partner?

Barbie: [at the grocery store]

Barbie: Everything reminds me of him...

Mason: [walking into town]

Mason: ....I should call her

I'm throwing the rest of this under a cut because it's getting long y-y

38.) Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

Mason is definitely more experimental, but Barbie's not vanilla exactly. In fact, I've had a good time with the thought that their sex life is so good at it's most basic, they've pretty much only ever had missionary sex for the first few months of sleeping together. It's only when they realize Mason's never eaten Barbie out and Barbie's never jerked him off that they go "We need to broaden our horizons."

Beyond that, Barbie's a curious person, definitely willing to try most anything once. She's got a checklist of things she wants to try in her personal organizer, and a list of things Mason wants to try.

50.) Who's more likely to do something out of spite?

100000% Barbie. Spite takes too much effort for Mason. Barbie would, in fact, be hella tempted to sleep with someone else before she and Mason get together, particularly after the Haley's Bakery incident where he said they're just fuck buddies. The idea of her actually going through with it only to have major remorse when she sees how it truly hurts Mason's feelings....Delicious. I love mess. I love her panicking and trying to figure out how to fix it.

Barbie/Felix

3.) Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Barbie's taste leans more heavily toward classy, femme, and elegant. So she wouldn't be tempted by most of Felix's wardrobe. She would definitely pilfer a scarf on occasion though. What she would greatly prefer is him giving her something as a gift she could wear. A necklace, a bracelet, or even a pair of socks.

Felix cannot be kept out of Barbie's clothes though, I stand by this. She buys very nice, high quality stuff and sometimes a baby blue blazer is exactly what he needs to pull of his outfit! And he also likes all the headbands she uses to keep her hair back when she's doing her skin routine.

17.) Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

They're pretty tied here I think! Felix is more spontaneous about it, while Barbie's a bit more purposeful.

28.) What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

I think "my dove" is something Barbie would call Felix. Her soft hearted boy. My love, my darling, and sweetheart are others, but she tends to reserve the use of pet names for private moments.

Felix would spout off all kinds of saccharine and silly pet names, to make her blush, to make her laugh, and to make her roll her eyes. She says ABSOLUTELY no to 'doll' (it's OLD and it wasn't funny when it was new!!!).

Barbie/Nate

14.) How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

Barbie and Nate are pretty well matched! They both value academics, research, having a plan before acting, and having a touch of luxury in their day to day lives. They're also both HORRIBLE HORNY BASTARDS.

The way they clash though is Nate keeps a lot to himself. He really values his privacy, and he has a tendency to think he knows what's best for Barbie, regardless of her own thoughts on the matter.

Barbie's nosy as hell and can't stand not knowing something, it eats at her and eats at her (she ALWAYS chooses to look up her LI in Book 3). She also prides herself on her intelligence and ability to make measured decisions, so she does not take being patronized very well.

31.) Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

Absolutely not. They're always touching somehow, whether it be holding hands, crossing ankles under a table, or having a hand on one another's hip/lower back.

42.) What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

There is an appeal to Barbie in particular to the weather being sooooo terrible that there's just no choice but for her and Nate to get snuggled up somewhere and wait it out u_u

I imagine Nate likes this just as much, but he also likes mild days where he can take her out for a nice walk around town.

Barbie/Kira

@crownleys and I are both very tickled someone wants to hear about our girls! We have, in fact, spent quite a lot of this morning and afternoon talking about them as ex-wives who get back together during the events of Book 1/Book 2

21.) Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

The answer is Kira in both instances! Barbie would fight for Kira's honor, but she's far more likely to bitch someone out or bust someone's windshield versus get into a physical brawl. Kira's not quick to brawl, but when Bobby's involved...well, all bets are off.

As for tending wounds, Barbie's got a fear of blood bad enough that she'll pass out from enough of it. If Kira's got a paper cut or something small like that, Barbie's happy to clean it up and put a bandaid on it for her. Anything that's dripping blood though, she can't look.

26.) What are their vices?

Keep in mind, I'm not Kira's creator, so I am not the definitive authority on all of this, but this is what I take away from all of mine and Crownley's chatter.

Kira's a workaholic, always looking for a new way to prove herself worthy of notice, kindness, love, etc. She's also a sucker for expensive antiquities.

Barbie's an ex-smoker and she still struggles against the urge to smoke at times. She's been known to falter in times of great stress.

44.) Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

Kira's more likely to dance, and Barbie is more likely to just watch, unless Kira coaxes her over. Whatever's on the stove would end up burning if they start to slow dance, because they'd be so involved in one another they completely forget about the rest of the world. And dinner.

#darling speaks #ask meme #this was really fun to fill out! I love getting to chew on these characters so much #Barbie's dynamic with all the LIs is very fun for me >>:3c #barbara 'barbie' robertson

[honey-bee-imagines]

Cosplaying s/o part two, Electric Boogaloo. I realized after writing the first part that I was leaning a little heavy on the sewing aspects when there are lots of other crafting mediums involved. I'm going to try and do better on that this time, but I am basing these off my personal experiences as a cosplayer so feel free to request something that doesn't get included! Part one is here!

Guzma

Oh my god he's going to laugh. Not making fun of you though! It's just cute and it's something he considers a little silly. You're a nerd, but you're his nerd. He's supportive, even if he doesn't get it at first. It's a way to express yourself, and he's glad you have a way to do that.

Things really click into place for him once he sees you make something from practically nothing. Like that's something that takes skill no matter what it is. He loves seeing you go all out on making something the best it can be! Altering a store-bought cosplay looks like magic to him. Turning foam and cardboard into armor? To him, that's just as impressive as making real armor. He will not allow you to half-ass anything once he sees what you are capable of.

He probably won't be of much help, but if you need an extra set of hands he doesn't mind that much. Sometimes he'll pretend he hates it, but once he starts asking questions you know that he's just trying to act tough. Listening to you talk out different solutions and then offering his unprofessional opinion is what he's best at though. He ends up accidentally learning more information about the quality of fabric and craft foam than he will ever need.

He's another one you'll have to put in horny jail for trying to get you to wear a cosplay in the bedroom. Once you explain about not wanting to ruin it he understands but still pouts about it. He may still try again to get you to cave, but it's more of a joke cause he knows you won't agree to it.

Will not cosplay with you. He does go with you to photoshoots and events though. You have to ask him to help you sometimes, but he doesn't complain. Especially once he figures out that being a cosplay handler is sort of like being a bodyguard. He's proud to show you off and takes pride in being the one that gets to protect you.

This man does not understand why people would give a rattata's ass about the way you choose to do things in this hobby. Doesn't matter if it's bought or made ya'll are all nerds in costumes at the end of the day. He usually tries to defend you by saying something mean and then dragging you away, he doesn't want to fight over something so stupid. If those jerks make it personal though, he won't hesitate to throw the first punch.

Nanu

He doesn't get the hype, but he supports you. Sometimes he might raise an eyebrow and ask questions like "well why don't you just wear normal shoes?" or "can't you just dye your hair?" Even if he doesn't understand, it's obvious he tries.

Like Guzma, he isn't much help when it comes to the creative process. However, if he notices you struggling he'll offer to help in some way. If you have an interest in making props or accessories from recycled materials, expect him to bring you things he might have considered throwing away. When you light up with excitement about a dented curtain rod he smiles a bit and feels proud of himself.

Sadly, another man that won't cosplay with you. But if you gave him a pair of Meowth ears and looked at him with big sad eyes though... well he'll wear them. But only when going to cosplay events with you and no he will not wear a matching tail.

He accepts the role of cosplay handler easily. He doesn't get why it's such a big deal. Holding your things, adjusting part of your costume when you ask, making sure you can move around safely? It would be shitty of him to not do those things for you so there's no need to make a big deal out of it.

If anyone tries to give you a hard time about your cosplay for any reason, he'll speak up. Like why is it a big deal to everyone if you bought or made something? So what if you didn't bring all the props, can't they just mind their own business? Causing a huge scene over something like this isn't his style though, so he keeps his response short. Probably directly tells them that they're being an asshole before holding your hand and dragging you away.

#i lost power and didn't get to save the section on kukui so i just left him out this time #pokemon imagines #guzma x reader #nanu x reader

[sleptwithinthesun]

part 2 for this fic i wrote earlier, because why not. so, again, allergic e/ddie m/unson with s/teve h/arrington and now, r/obin b/uckley, along with a bit of s/teddie. 1.5K words, i hope you all enjoy :)

They're only a minute late to the Family Video, which is surprising, considering how often they'd had to stop for Eddie to sneeze on the way there. Even in just ten minutes, the allergic fits have already started to pick up in frequency and intensity, and the effect they're having on Eddie is visible. It's enough that Robin actually stops in the middle of preparing to yell at Steve as soon as they enter to stare. "What's up with him?" she asks, gesturing semi-politely.

"Allergy attack," Steve replies, making a beeline for the counter. "Tissues?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, here," she says, rooting around for a second before resurfacing, a box of tissues in hand. Robin hands it to him then places her palms on the counter, leaning forward on her elbows. "Does he need, like, Benadryl or something?"

Behind him, Eddie shakes his head, eagerly plucking out a bundle of tissues from the box Steve is holding. "I'll be fine. I'm just going to be lihttle sneezy while I'm here, if that's okay." As if to drive the point home, another fit sneaks into his elbow. "g'sHXt! h'KSH! tshh!"

"Bless y—"

"Trust me, you're going to get really tired of saying that," Eddie interrupts, grinning as he rubs a tissue against his nose, the rest already shoved into the pockets of his denim vest. "You're Robin, right? Steve's told me a lot about you. I'm Eddie." He glances at his hand, sniffling, and continues. "I'd greet you properly, but I'm pretty sure you don't want to touch me right now."

She blinks, and yeah, Steve should have expected this. Eddie's personality is... intense, at first, before you get used to it. He's probably not the best person to have brought along to work today, but it's too late to reflect on that now, and even later to change it.

"Fair point," she concedes, sending a worried side-eye to Steve as he joins her behind the counter. Thankfully, it's a Monday, so the store shouldn't be too busy. It'll be fine to have Eddie with them for their shift, even if he's like this. "Do you want to, like, sit back here with us, or...?"

Eddie glances over from where he's started flipping absentmindedly through the rows of VHS tapes. "Oh, I don't want to bother you guys. I'll just, uh, find some... g'xXHt! Some movies, or something. To rent. h'TSH! KSHH! Oh, shit— huh'ktCHh!"

"Okay, that deserves at least one 'bless you'," Robin says. "Are you sure you don't want Benadryl? What's setting you off, anyway?"

"Dustin got a dog," Steve answers, restacking a pile of returns.

"I'm allergic to Benadryl," Eddie says at the same time. Steve whips around to look at him, palms spread out in a what the hell, man? pose. "Hey, that's not my fault."

Robin shakes her head at the two of them, grinning and exasperated. "Alright, then, good luck. Tell us if your throat starts swelling shut, okay?"

"Of course," Eddie promises, continuing to wander around the store. "That shouldn't happen, though, not with dogs. Besides, I'm away from J.K. now, so, it's not like it can get any worse."

"You're kidding, right?" Steve asks, just a bit incredulous as he makes eye contact with the other man. "Your shirt is still covered in his fur."

He glances down, as if noticing for the first time, despite his attempts to brush it off earlier, and flinches slightly. "Oh, uh, yep. That'll definitely do it. Is there a chance you have, like, an extra shirt in the back or something?" There's an underlying tone of desperation in his tone, like there's a bit more to this reaction than he's been leading them on to realize.

"I can check?" Steve offers, glancing at Robin, who nods at him. "Yeah, let's go check. Come here." He backs up as Eddie hops over the counter. "We might only have merchandise," he says, pushing open the door and flipping the light on as Eddie sniffles.

"That's fine," he mumbles, face buried in a small bundle of tissues. "It'll just make me look like I'm supposed to be here, instead of like a random scraggly weirdo." He laughs, the sound self-deprecating.

Steve pauses for a second, then turns away from the sparsely-filled rack of Family Video merch. "Hey, no. You're not a— a scraggly weirdo, you're just... a normal weirdo, like the rest of us." The other man looks at him, squinting slightly in confusion. "Okay, that came out wrong. You're not a freak weirdo, Eddie, you're an eclectic weirdo. You have the rest of us, now, and even more than you did before. We're not just Hellfire, man, we're friends."

"Thanks," Eddie says after a beat. "Uh, about that shirt?"

"Right, right." He turns back to the rack, pulling one out that looks like it might be Eddie's size. "Try this on."

Eddie shucks his vest off, placing it on one of the wire shelves, and then his shirt. And yeah, Steve normally doesn't check out other men's bodies, but with Eddie...

"Are those hives?" Steve asks, leaning closer to inspect the patches of raised red welts on his skin. "Eddie. Are those hives?"

He looks down, shirt still dangling from his hand. "Looks like it, yeah."

The younger runs a gentle finger over one of them, watching Eddie tense and pull away from his likely-irritating touch. "Sorry, I just—"

"Hhhhang on, let me just attempt death by dog hair really quickly," Eddie says, breath hitching wildly the moment he finishes the sentence. "ngt! nGXT! h'sh'kxt!" A few seconds pass where he twitches his nose experimentally before the tickle blossoms anew. "God, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck... h'shHh! kTSH! hih'hHt'sh! huh... h'Xxt!"

"Bless you, Jesus fucking Christ." Steve doesn't even bother to hide his worry, instead staring directly at Eddie as he rubs his nose miserably. "Were you holding those in?"

"Kind of, yeah," Eddie says. He snuffles, moving over to the shelves and grabbing a tissue from the pocket of his vest. "I'm sorry, this is fucking gross. I can go—"

Steve hands him the shirt once the tissue disappears into his pocket, shaking his head. "No, man. I told you, you can stay. Neither Robin nor I mind, and if it's something you can't help, we don't have a right to mind. Sneeze as much as you need to, okay? And stop stifling. You're making it worse."

Eddie looks up at him from under his curly bangs, trying to judge how sincere Steve really is. "Yeah, okay. I'll try." He flashes him a weak grin, then starts pulling the Family Video shirt on.

"Oh, uh, before you do that?" He stops, shirt bunched around his neck, and meets Steve's eyes. "Let me see your hives."

Steve steps forward again, letting Eddie sit down on one of the boxes before he examines him. "Christ, man, they're all over your torso."

"Yeah, that's kind of par for the course," Eddie tells him, twisting and sneezing yet again. They're still mostly stifled, pressed into the back of his wrist, even if they don't sound quite as harsh as they did earlier. "hHdt'sh! k'gXxt! huh'ESHh!" And Steve, his hand still against the hives on his back, can feel every breath, every sneeze, as they shudder through Eddie's gangly body.

"Bless you," he murmurs, pulling his hand away. "Alright, put your shirt back on. They'll probably just go away on their own."

"Mm, yeah." Eddie pulls the shirt down on his torso, covering the welts up with green fabric. He then follows Steve out of the back room and back into the store, where the younger moves up to stand with Robin behind the counter.

"Hey," Steve says when Eddie starts to move out of the area. "Stay here, with us. Robin doesn't bite."

The girl bares her teeth at him for a second, before turning to Eddie. "I don't. Promise. You're good to stay back here, though."

"Are you sure?"

"For the last time, Eddie, yes," Steve insists. "You are fine to stay here, sneezy mess that you are."

The older man flushes, clearly embarrassed. "Alright, fine, okay. As long as you're sure." He takes a seat on the counter, feet hanging over the ground and knocking against the wood, then inhales sharply. "huh'GKTsh! h'kTSH'uu! eh'shIEw!"

"Bless you," Steve and Robin chorus. The latter pulls another tissue out of the box and passes it to Eddie, who accepts it gratefully, wiping again at his pink nose.

"Is it winding down at all?" Robin asks, glancing over at him. "Because, like, your face and eyes are all puffy, which is never a good sign in an allergy attack."

He shrugs, seemingly indifferent. "It should be. I don't know."

"Alright, well, we'll just have to keep an eye on you," Robin says, smiling out of the corner of her mouth. Steve looks over as well, gaze lingering for just a moment longer before copying the action.

Eddie smiles back at him, and the world goes electric.

#s/tranger t/hings snzfic #snzfic #s/tranger t/hings #s/teddie #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #r/obin b/uckley #swts fic

[rogersstevie]

was worried i was leaving TOO early and wouldn't spend long in the boutique and would be left hanging around before i could go over to my friend's house but i wanted to account for parking which thankfully there was a space in the free lot bc i didn't wanna park on the street

but anyway ended up spending more time than i expected at the boutique anyway just bc i had So Many things to try on and a couple things i tried multiple times just really debating it (felt bad because it was busy in there and i guess there was a bit of a wait in the dressing rooms, i rarely go shopping on saturdays and i guess since they had a special sale it was extra chaos), did find both the dresses i was looking for, but only one was in my size (insane to get that in a large and the other would've needed to be a small like yes one is fitted and one is not but STILL i hate that clothing sizes are such a guessing game even more with dresses i think) and the other isn't in that size on the site i guess i could've asked if they might have it in stock at another store but i just didn't wanna take the time when i had to go, but i have it set to notify me if it comes back online so that's something

but anyway when i went to try on she asked about jeans and i was like okay whatever (that's the thing about stores like that is they try to convince you of stuff like sometimes it's not too aggressive but ya know still) and she got me a white wide leg pair with lining and i didn't look that hard at them bc 1. they're like $80 and 2. that wasn't what i was looking to get, their deal was $35 off your purchase, not tiered or a percentage off so it's like more than two items would've been so expensive, but idk if they were meant to be cropped on a regular person (the way some midi skirts and dresses are just maxi length on me) but they hit at the bottom of my leg rather than being too long like i honestly did not hate it and i've basically only worn skinny jeans since i was 12, i did NOT like flare jeans and don't understand how people wear them unless they're really tall/wear heels like they'll just drag on the ground and you can't cuff them the way you can skinny jeans or other tapered jeans, i have one secondhand pair that i think are maybe straight leg but other tan that it's alllll skinny so it's like okay well maybe i CAN consider other things more likely at american eagle or somewhere who has extra short options so they are the right length without requiring heels but it was just so unexpected like oh these are actually kind of nice, i should've looked harder to see how much the lining really worked because if i could wear white jeans without thinking in advance about the right underwear that would be so great tbh

but i got one of the dresses i wanted (the one thing i don't like is it has tie straps and i would rather the normal adjustable straps but i have done it before) and then a pretty spring jacket that was on sale, got my coffee, spent a couple hours at my friend's house and got to catch up and meet her sweet little baby (far too late omg she's almost a year old) and go for a walk together and it was all in all a pretty lovely day

#personal

[jellyfishheartsss]

Rottmnt fic (1/?)

okayyy so this thing has been taking up my notes app for a long time. So here it is! It's a little fic I made idk if I'll add another part to it but for now it is just a one shot:)

I hope whoever reads this likes it :))

This is a Donnie x oc fic (my oc Victoria)

TW: S3LF HARM, IMPLIED ABUSE, MENTAL BREAKDOWN

"I COULDN'T LEAVE BECAUSE OF YOU!" Those were the words that rang in Victoria's ears as she walked to the store with Sammy. She thought about telling her she knew she would listen and talk to her about it but today was Mikey's birthday party and he didn't need someone to ruin the fun by making people worried about her and her mom. She clutched her arms as she walked behind Sammy. "We should be there soon!" Her raspy voice shouted at Vicky as she looked back. Sammy stopped and looked at her with concern through her pink shades. "Hey you okay Tori?" Victoria lifted her face up with a fake smile. "Yep! Just got lost in my thoughts." Sammy lifted a brow as she looked at her friend who was definitely lying. "We're talking."  She spoke firmly as she gently grabbed Victoria's hand and began to walk. "What's wrong, and don't tell me nothing is. I know you." She looked away towards the streets of New York. Many people surrounded them walking around living their own little lives. She wished she could replace herself with one of them right now. She sighed and looked back at her. "My mom and I had a fight." Sam looked at her with concern. "It was about…him." Victoria whispered the last part, but she knew who she was talking about. "Did she say anything that made you upset in any way? Or triggered somethin?" She questioned. Vicky rubbed her arms as if warming them in the freezing cold. "She-she said that the reason she couldn't leave, was, it was me." Sammy blinked and stopped. "She said what." She emphasized the last part in disbelief. "Yeah. But I know why and I understand it's just it hurts and to know that she could have had a better-" "No." Sammy spoke sternly. "It's a touchy subject and she just reacted, okay. She loves you and wanted the best life for you in the future that's why she didn't leave. She told you that." Vicky's eyes watered a bit and she gave Sammy a half hug. "Thanks." "You're welcome." She smiled. "Now lets go find a present for Mike." After they got his present and got out of the store Vicky had grown a small headache. She groaned and rubbed her temples. "You good?" Sammy asked. "Mm," she hummed. "Oh I just got a little headache, I think I'm going to take a quick nap and head over there later. Do you think Michel would think that is fine?" "I don't think he would mind just as long as you are taking care of yourself." "Kay I'll see you later." She waved and walked towards her house.

Sammy had soon arrived with Angelo's gift like everyone else. Donnie was still waiting on one person he thought about texting but didn't want to rush her and decided to ask Sammy sense he would think she would know. He walked up to her as she was giving Mikey a big hug and Leo a small kiss. "Heyyy." She said happily. "Greetings." He said in a deadpan voice. " I was wondering if you knew where Victoria is?" She looked at him and blinked into a smaller smile. " Her head hurts so she said she's going to take a little nap before coming here." Donnie nodded his head and thanked her as he walked away. Headaches were always the worst so he thought that he should bring her something to help with it. He went into the kitchen and got some Gatorade from the fridge and some extra strength pain relievers. He tossed it into a little bag and walked out telling Mikey that he was going to drop it off at Toria's house and come back over soon. Michael nodded and gave his brother a squeeze (which Donnie returned with a pat on the head), and told him to tell Vicky to get rid of Mr. Headache as soon as possible. With that he activated his jet pack and flew to the destination of her house. He knew that her mom probably wasn't home but there was a possibility so he just decided to go through the window.

Victoria sat in her dark closet. She was furious at herself. And to be honest a little at her mom too. She had been clean for around three months, and of course today was the day she'd have a breakdown. The thought burned inside her head causing her to scratch harder. Tears prickled and fell down her pale face, and dark liquid smudged on her skin and some still dripping. Her hands shook as tears fell down her face. ~stupid idiot stop~ why? She cried weakly. "Why NOW?" She sobbed, as her breath began to quicken inside of her chest causing her head to feel dizzy and spin she could feel memories seeping into her brain. She began pounding her head repeating the word stop as her thoughts tormented her. Her breath was shaky as her eyes poured down like water falls. "Stop, stop, stop, please, no, please… don't hurt me please."

Donnie arrived at her house and carefully landed on the beginning of the stair case from the outside of her window. The lights were off and  she must be asleep. He thought. "I'll just leave them by her bed. He slowly opened up her window not wanting to wake her. He entered the room letting the cool wind seep into her warm room. He looked around and spotted her bed he went over there and saw it was empty. "Huh"? He spoke confused. Maybe she went downstairs? He thought, but as he walked towards the door he heard a broken sob. His heart felt a sharp pang from that noise. He looked towards where heard it. It came from the closet. He tread slowly to the closet door noticing that it was slightly open. He put his fingers through the crack of the door and opened it, the door letting out an old creak. His gaze fell on a crumbled girl sobbing into the crook of her arm. Donnie felt worry and sadness rise in him. He crouched down speaking softly. "Hey, I'm here Victoria." She looked up at him surprised and scared. He let his hand go out towards her face hovering over till she gave him a sign it was okay to touch her. She leaned into his hand letting it cup her face using his other hand to wipe her tears away. Her body shook with sobs her hands lightly touching his. He began to pull her into a tight hug.

Victoria was so broken, and she was fine with knowing that, but she wasn't fine with Donnie of all people (or mutant turtles) knowing exactly how broken she is. She let him pull her into a tight hug. Letting their touch ground her, and keeping her mind only on him. She only let her thoughts think about his finger rubbing ever so slightly across her back, and the soft soothing hum of the song he sang to comfort her when she was sad.

Donnie held her close letting her sob into his shoulder. He always hated seeing her this way. He remembered the first time this happened (he was of no use not knowing how to comfort her at all) the thought gave him another slight pang in the heart. He rested his head gently on top of hers humming a tune softly. She sniffed and her crying began to slow to a stop. She looked up at him, and the look of… embarrassment? Was on her face.

Victoria looked up at him embarrassed and ashamed that he saw that. She quickly whipped her face trying to get rid of her tears. He gently placed his hand on the side of her face again. But this time it felt as if he wasn't touching her. She looked into his dark eyes and they looked like they were trying to figure if he should do something. He's probably tired of being around a crybaby like me she thought bitterly at herself. He leaned his face close to hers and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. It made her stomach feel floppy and distracted her for a moment. But just thinking about how it distracted her made her thoughts creep back. She slammed her eyes shut as if that would keep them out.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here. No one is going to hurt you okay."

She nodded to him letting him pull her up and take her out of the dark closet.

He held her hand firmly as if she would run back into the closet if he let go. He led her to her bed so she could sit down. He looked at her arms and closed his eyes gently having a hard time to look at the sight, and she tried to cover them with her hands. Only causing her to winse at the sting. "Let me dress your wounds." He grabbed a first aid he kept in his battle shell and began going through it looking for wound cleaner. He found some and began putting them on her cuts.

Victoria hissed at the sting. "Sorry." He whispered softly. He looked at her arms beginning to get a frustrated look on his face. Causing Vicky to look away shamefully. "You dumb dumb." He whispered under his breathe. "I thought you were getting better, you should have told me." He wrapped her arms tightly in bandages. "I'm sorry." Her voice was airy and so quiet that if Donnie wasn't standing close to her he wouldn't have been able to hear her. He let out a frustrated sigh. "You're not sorry that you did this to yourself. You're only sorry that I found out." He looked at her her arms crossed trying to make them disappear, and she was also avoiding his gaze. Her eyes glistened with tears that wanted to fall, but she quickly blinked to get rid of them. He let out another sigh and kneeled down. He held her hands firmly. "You're not alone in this." She finally met his gaze and looked down at his faintly scarred arms.

"I… I know." A tear streamed down her face and he gently rubbed it away with his green thumb. She breathed in a shaky breath and continued talking. "I just… I just feel like a burden. And that my problems are small and stupid next to everyone else's, that it's selfish of me to want help, or comfort." Her tears began to fall again, and she cursed underneath her breath and hung her head low. He lifted her chin up with a finger. He looked very serious and his eyes showed pain. "Your problems… The problems that are causing this are very big. He… He hurt you badly and it caused you all of this." He kept his hands firmly placed on her hands and was locked with her gaze. "None of what is happening to you is small or stupid. And none of it is your fault." He saw her face skrunch up and tears flow down her face. She moved her hands away from his grip so she could try to wipe and smother away her tears.

What Donnie said made Victoria cry harder. She tried to control her self but her breathing turned into gaspy sobs. She used her hands to wipe away her tears. He was still knelt in front of her watching her as she tried to stop her endless waterfall. She cursed softly mad that she was crying so much. He stood up and held her face. She didnt want to face him. He knew that she would try to avoid his gaze and wasn't going to force her to look at him.

His hands were holding her face as tears fell creating small puddles in his hand. "I'm so sorry." He heard her cry. It hurt him it truly did to see her like this. He quickly brought her into another tight huge. She kept her hands on her face trying to smother her tears away but accepted the huge. He didnt mind her touch at all. He just wanted her to be okay. It was a weird feeling inside of him, anger and, sadness filled him. He knew he shouldn't be angry but he couldn't numb it. But maybe he should feel angry, very angry in fact. At her father. He didn't even deserve that title, that monster put her through so much. He hugged her tighter.

Victoria felt safe in his arms. She felt at peace for a little bit. Her tears stoped and she just sat there slumped into Donnie's arms as he held her tightly. He slowly let go and took a small step back. For a moment she saw a glint of hatred in his eyes a fire for someone horrible. Despite her brain trying to tell her that look was for her she knew who it was for. She stood up slowly and went to her closet and grabbed a sweater. She put it on and went back to Donnie. He had a slight confused look on his face. She hesitantly reached for his hand. And he grasped it. "Let's go to Mikey's birthday party." She croaked out. "I think you should rest." He whispered to her. She looked at him with her coal eyes and spoke soft but firmly. " If I sleep my mind will have free access to all of my memories and right now I don't want to deal with them." She gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand gently "it'll help keep my brain distracted." He raised his eyebrow slightly in thought. "Mk, but you promise to get an healthy amount of sleep afterward?" "Ha, only if you do." He rolled his eyes jokingly, and she gave a small laugh. "Let's go then."

Thank you for reading beautiful human :) if there is anything offensive, inaccurate, or grammatically incorrect please tell me!

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