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wangxianficrecs · 3 years

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I'm in the mood for a fic where...

Y'all have been so patient with the delay, most of these asks are still from May! I’m getting a late start this morning, but it’s the weekend, so I’m sure you’re out there, raring to go!

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1. HI AGAIN!! I really enjoyed the fics that you recommended, I felt well fed with all this luxury of fics, so, THANK YOU FOR YOUR HARD WORK!! ❤️ ❤️ I'll bother you again tho.... I wanted to ask if you or your other followers know fics where Lan Zhan goes crazy of grief or/and never got past WWX's death. I'm not too picky, if it has a bad end or good, all its good. I need angst ~ @nia-rarita

This one is angst-filled but more is a result of grief along with crippling injuries from the discipline whip: ❤️no new age by everythingispoetry (M, 146k, wangxian, my post)

softly through pine trees, the moon arrives by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 3k, wangxian, my post)

❤️Volition by Aerlalaith (T, 33k, wangxian, my post)

set your old heart free by words-writ-in-starlight (Gunmetal_Crown) (E, 42k, wangxian, my post)

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2. Hey!! Mojo, do you or your followers knows any wangxian fic with emperor!!lwj and empress!!wwx? Like true gold fears no fire by defractum (nyargles) . I really liked the Au in which Lan wangji is the emperor. So Do u know anymore fic with emperor lwj? ( love the blog btw )

To Tread Upon Solid Ground by stiltonbasket (G, 7k, wangxian)

para bellum by roselaide (T, 2k, wangxian

The Emperor's Portrait by catbrainedschemes (E, 33k, wangxian)

Gotta die to come alive by Less_Ginger (M, 80k, wangxian, WIP)

The Jade And The Lotus by leenalee_witch1 (E, 104k, wangxian)

Lost in Diplomacy by Subtleladybird (M, 91k, wangxian)

Bound Only by the Sea by levament (E, 271k, wangxian, WIP)

Kingfisher Feathers by Anonymous (E, 83k, wangxian, WIP)

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3. Do you or any of your followers have any fic recs of Nie Mingjue finding out how Jin guangyao is being treated at jinlintai, something similar to All men are the same by mostlikelytofangirl .

Moxiang Tongxiu Crack and Drabbles by JustAWanderingBabbit (M, 140k, various one-shots; chapters 14 & 34 among others.)

Honesty by nirejseki (G, 1k, 3zun, truth serum), [PODFIC] by sisi_rambles

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4. Hellooo! Do you know of any fics where everyone thinks that wy is attractive? Cause I know of a bunch where it’s constantly mentioned how handsome lwj is but idk of any with wwx 😁

❤️ Resolutions by incendir (E, 204k, wangxian, 14 works, Part 5, warning for attempted sexual assault, my post)

Transcend by covalentbonds (not rated, 8k, wangxian, WIP)

That Time Everyone Assumed the Yiling Patriarch was Ugly by tinitin (M, 5k, wangxian)

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5. Hello! May I just say that you are probably the best at finding fics that fit every mood. I’m looking for fics where the Golden Core transfer doesn’t happen (but JC still loses his core). Maybe this is because WWX doesn’t learn abt WQ’s theory or maybe WWX isn’t so fanatically loyal to the Jiangs. I feel this would be really interesting to see how the plot would change. ~ @dreams-lovereality

Ties by WithBroomBefore (M, 16k, wangxian, my bookmark)

The Song and Dance of Shadows by wangxiansmelody (masterofghosts) (M, 49k, wangixan)

dancing ashes under the sun (will cast their shadow when the winds rise) by paranoid_fridge (T, 23k, sangcheng, ...diverges earlier when JC was never rescued after distracting the Wens, but no transfer + interesting plot)

Author snowberryrose has a handful of fix-it au’s with either a prevention of the transfer or an alt version of it.

from the other side of sorrow by Sour_Idealist (E, 128k, jiang siblings, chengqing, wangxian)

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6. Hello! Do you know fics where wangxian switched personalities? I'm kinda feeling the mood. Thank you [Cool concept! I have #bodyswap and #sharing a body and the one with speech swap... but no personality swap.]

Nonny says: Not so much a rec as a fanart tip: Wang Yibo as Xie Yun in “Legend of Fei” and Xiao Zhan as Yan Bingyun in “Joy of Life” could provide useful illos for Wangxian bodyswap fics.

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7. Hi Momjo!! I was wondering if you knew any fics where LWJ Has Friends. And they are friends that he made on his own, not through a connection with WWX (though I don’t care if they do have a connection with WWX, I just want LWJ to have made them without WWX). I always read fics where LWJ has no friends other than his brother and it makes me really sad.

picking up the pieces by KouriArashi (M, 111k, wangxian, jiang yanli & lan wangji, my bookmark)

kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, wangxian, jiang siblings & lan wangji friendship)

❤️Where the nightingales are singing, and a white moon beams. by Moominmammashandbag (M, 52k, wangixan, jin zixuan & lan wangji, my post)

something like by silversshadow (T, 69k, wangxian, lan wangji & nie huaisang, my post)

❤️save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, jin zixuan & lan wangji, my post)

The Light That Fails to Dim by glowingreverie (T, 311k, wangxian)

Darling, one of us should go by Leahelisabeth (fortheloveofcamelot) (T, 16k, wangxian, jiang yanli & lan wangji)

The Cloudweavers《云织之者》by Joythea (T, 38k, wangxian, lan wangji & OCs)

you’ve got to find a way, say what you want to say by Quixiote (T, 12k, wangxian, lan wangji & OC letter carrier)

first friendships by silversshadow (G, 1k, lan xichen, child lan wangji & child nie huaisang)

mianmian the disaster lesbian saves the cultivation world by i_kinda_like_writing (T, 28k, wangxian, lan wangji & mianmian)

level 50! by artsy_alice (G, 9k, wangxian, lan wangji & nie huaisang, 4th in series)

in the shadow of moonlit flowers by cl410 (T, 10k, wangxian, lan wangji & nie huaisang, WIP)

This Path We'll Walk Together by bread_and_tea (T, 132k, xiyao, lan wangji & meng yao, lan wangji & nie huaisang)

The Vermillion Ribbon by Unforth (E, 233k, wangxian, lan wangji & nie huaisang, my post)

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8. so i read not unspectacular things recently and now i really really want parent trap fusions,,, please and thank you! <3

kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, wangxian, my bookmark)

how to make your dad fall in love with your high school teacher in five steps; the complete and bulletproof guide by ravenditefairylights (T, 91k, wangxian, zhuiyi)

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9. hello!!!! i was wondering if you know fics where wwx's golden core gets restored..... through dual cultivation or lwj's help? hehe ALSO I AGREE TO THAT PERSON WHO SAID U THAT U ARE THE BACKBONE OF THIS FANDOM [Oh, you’re so precious, thank you!]

nothing gold can stay by rikke (M, 10k, wangxian, my post)

I Walk Not Alone by Sporadic_Writer (M, 17k, wangxian)

when you're doing all the leaving (then it's never your love lost) by tardigradeschool (T, 26k, wangxian)

the breaking of your soul (upon my lips) by sunsandships (M, 41k, wangxian, my bookmark)

End of the Bridge by Shinocchi (E, 335k, wangxian, WIP)

24 Hours by tailor31415 (E, 6k, wangxian, featuring responsible Dom lwj and dual cultivation)

Bait and Switch by JustAWanderingBabbit (T, 15k, wangxian, 3zun, my bookmark, see link to author’s art)

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10. Hello! This is a bit of an odd request, but I was wondering if you know of any modern au fics where wangxian are happily raising A-Yuan together, and the fic focuses on parenting stuff, A-Yuan at school, low-stakes drama relating to those kind of things, etc? Thanks! (and thanks so much for this blog, I've read so much fic in the last few weeks since discovering it!!) [You’re welcome! The two fics I’ve recced below DO have some relationship angst, but are otherwise domestic parenting fluff.]

Let’s Play Pretend and Live Our Lives by Tassos (E, 51k, wangxian, my post)

❤️The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 71k, wangxian, my post)

your heart, two doors down by ghostsgf (G, 10k, wangxian)

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11. Hey, Mojo! I was wondering if you knew of any fics where lwj's mom is alive and wwx interacts with her, or even just lwj bonding with her. Thanks for the amazing work you do🖤

Magical Marriage Ribbons by starandrea (M, 476k, wangxian, series in progress) Madam Lan is a badass dragon in this series.

Molten Gold by jesso (M, 17k, wangxian, WIP, my post)

For Both Of Us (And Time Is But A Paper Moon) by sami (E, 65k, wangxian)

Sail Away, Sweet Sister by sami (M, 73k,wangxian,nieli) - both moms live!

❤️Time Charm by Jenrose (E, 141k, wangxian, wangxianqing, my post)

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12. Can I request any kind of fic with Lan Qiren being a responsible adult who sees WWX is in a bad place and helps out? Either with regards to him being abused (espc by Yu Ziyuan) or the demonic cultivation. I just need WWX to have one competent, caring, and ACTIVE adult looking out for him as a teenager. 😭

Rediscovery, Reconstruction by ExtraPenguin (M, 27k, lan qiren & wei wuxian, MIND THE TAGS, my post)

Righteous at a Cost by thunderwear (G, 21k, wangxian, my post)

Swordless by WithBroomBefore (G, 32k, wangxian, part 2 of Minding)

rain falls and soaks into the earth by RoseThorne (T, 28k, wangxian, series in progress)

Company by WithBroomBefore (T, 30k, wangxian, my bookmark)

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13. First off, your blog is a lifesaver. Im pretty sure it's become a habit for me to check this blog at least once a week for excellent content. [Yay!] Second off, do you have any fic of Yunmeng Trio Roleswap? For some reason I've been looking for it but can't seem to find any

Ties by WithBroomBefore (M, 16k, wangxian, my bookmark)

Keep Holding On by abCEE (M, 69k, wangxian, jiang siblings, WIP)

Mercy by jupiter_james (E, 64k, wangxian, xicheng, xuanli, WIP)

*Check #5 above, there will be some crossover in these fics*

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14. Heeey. First of all, thank you for this blog. All ur recommendations are GOLD. Thank you so much!! uwu [You’re welcome!] also, do you/your followers know any fics where (a.) wangxian doesn't end up together? ; and (b.) where a-yuan is wangxian's (birth) child and lwj only finds out later? I'm kinda in the mood for TEARS. Thank you!! Stay safe!

Born to Blossom, Bloom to Perish by LadyMithiel (E, 99k, wangxian, WIP)

@porcupine-girl says, “Not A-Yuan but @drwcn has a series of ficlets and snippets with genderswapped ww, who gave birth to lwj’s baby (unbeknownst to him) while in the burial mounds and then gave her to JC to raise. A-Yuan still exists and was still raised by LWJ, although he’s not shown much in the ficlets.”

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15. Hi! Do you have any recommendation where wwx suffer from hunger and/or poverty??? Thanks for your hardwork (✿❛◡❛)

bloom into the ground by tattletold (M, 58k, wangxian, my post)

❤️no new age by everythingispoetry (M, 146k, wangxian, 4th story, my post)

the red dark shifting by typefortydeductions (E, 16k, wangxian, my post)

❤️grow by cafecliche (T, 14k, wangxian, my post)

cherry lingers on the stone by ThreePlums (M, 27k, wangxian)

May I Breathe by GammaRays (E, 75k, wangixan, WIP)

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16. hi mojo! i've been scratching my head for a while and i hope you can help. i read a fic where the character overhears their love interest say they're not interested (but they haven't heard the full conversation) and angst starts yadda yadda and i wanted to find more fics with this trope, but idk what tag to look for. "misunderstandings" seems a bit vague, i've been looking for a while and haven't seen anything similar. it wasn't the focus of the fic, just what happened in a recent update, so there's no specific tag. please help!

Wholesome Life Usurp Immediately by Comfect (T, 103k, wangxian, qingli, yunmeng sibs)

a life in your shape by occultings (microcomets) (T, 9k, wangxian)

Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 108, wangxian, my post)

baby let's take the long way home by plonk (not rated, 11k, wangxian)

I will be chasing a starlight by feyburner, sundiscus (E, 18k, wangxian, WIP)

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17. First, I'd like to say your blog is one of the best things that have ever happened to me!! thank you so much for all you do! [Thank you, darling!] for the in the mood posts, do you know any fics where it's the anniversary of wwx's death and lwj is sad? and then wwx (or someone else) would comfort him? I'm really craving that kind of fic right now... Thank you in advance! Ɛ>

acoustic by hanguang-jacked (nasaplates) (M, 3k, wangxian)

藕断丝连 by RoseThorne (G, <1k, wangxian, lan sizhui & lan wangji)

Spring Blooms in the Cloud Recesses by tiniestawoo (G, 2k, lan sizhui & lan wangji)

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18. hello! thank you so much for you fic recommendations <3 I was wondering if there's any fics where wwx becomes distant and lwj becomes desperate to reconnect with wwx? maybe something similar to Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist ? thank you! ~ @lwjsupremaxy

Lie Open To One Another by levament (M, 41k, wangxian, WIP)

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19. hi! do you know of a fic similar to Like A Light Gone Out by OnlyMeAndMyBones; or one where lan wangji dies, please?

bloom into the ground by tattletold (M, 58k, wangxian, my post)

Consideration by BurningTea (G, 41k, wangxian, my post, WIP)

Side By Side Suicide by scifigeek14 (t, 3k, wangxian, my post, both of them die)

I can hardly wait to be with you again by kiralyne (T, 13k, wangxian, WIP)

emptiness in harmony (homeward bound) by estel_willow( (T, 9k, wangxian)

the thing with feathers by RoseThorne (G, 39k, wangxian, WIP)

Setting fire to our insides by StarsAlignNomore (E, 106k, 3zun, minor wangxian)

Over the Rotted Bridge by vailkagami (T, 247k, wangxian, WIP)

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20. Hi mojo!!! I love your blog. If you could recommend some immortal wwx I would really appreciate it.😊😊 ~ @the-roses-are-dead-again

Running Our Hands Through Embers by MarvelousMar (E, 136k, xicheng, wangxian, my post – this one is jiang cheng-centric)

the recluse at the end of the moonlit path by b_ofdale (T, 29k, wangxian, my post)

If One for you, then One for us by KusakabeNAyako (T, 85k, wangxian, WIP)

Night of Sixth Magnitude Stars by Leffy (M, 23k, wangxian)

the path to heaven / immortal wangxian by lightningalwaysreturns (E, 51k, wangxian, series in progress)

love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, my bookmark)

ridiculous future bullshit by sami (M, 27k, wangxian, series in progress)

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21. Hi mojo, I was just reading : TRAPPED IN AN OTOME GAME?! (GONE GAY) (NOT CLICKBAIT) by CursedBlessing and I absolutely love it so I was wondering if you have any isekai-ed wwx stories like that? [Wow, I just learned about a whole new category called otome isekai, which is very cool!] ~ @welliwannadie-alice

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22. Hi mojo, another ask, do you have anything where wwx is the one that's betrothed to jzs instead of jyl? Kind of something like Neatly Arranged by thunderwear or Between Fire and Ice by CaseNumber825?

watch what we'll become by glitteringmoonlight (T, 60k, wangxian, jin zixuan & wei wuxian, my bookmark)

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23. Ahaha, hello me again, just wondering you have any fics where wwx is friends and/or the one who saves or the one who is protected by Xue Yang? Something like thou child of my right hand by xxshigurexx (Shunou)? I highly doubt there's anything else to suit what I want but its worth a try. Thank you anyways!

sever a finger, find a home by deadbeatrefrain (M,6k, xuexian - wwx/xy, darkfic, mind the tags)

wei wuxian & xue yang tag on AO3

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24. Hi Momjo, you know that fic where LWJ is cursed to lose all of his senses one at a time? (He loses his hearing, then his sight, then his sense of touch, then his sense of pressure...I've been looking for it forever but I can't find the name of it). Are there any fics where something similar happens to WWX? Where he's cursed to lose one/many/all of his senses? Bonus points for LWJ taking care of him, of course. (Sort of a finder + mood request!)

❤️shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi (E, 25k, wangxian, my post) this is the one you’re looking for.

Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground (T, 39k, wangxian, my post) has both of them unable to sense the other, with the juniors acting as go-betweens.

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25. do you have any fic recs that are jane austen inspired? i just read Tempo Rubato and now i have a massive craving!!

only the deepest love by occultings (microcomets) (T, 41k, wangxian)

Second Impressions: To See with Clearer Eyes by nockingarrows (not rated, 33k, wangxian)

An Uncle's Request by suzvoy (G, 2k, wangxian)

A certain step towards falling in love by allollipoppins (M, 30k, wangxian)

Perfectly Tolerable by stardust_and_sunlight (T, 46k, wangxian)

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26. Hi! Welcome back! Do you have any fics where Lan Wangji was sexually abused as a child? and thats why he doesnt want to be touched. Thank u!

I wished it was a dream by LFMH021 (M, 5k, wangxian)

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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i’m so happy ur on tumblr now!! i love between the lines so much, could you write a blurb or one shot about mgg and a younger co-star, but like very spicy if possible 🙃, idk i just love that scenario🥵.

i was literally about to write "omg i love this concept too!" and then i was like “well no fucking shit, sophi.” lol. YES i can 10/10 write you a one-shot with a similar scenario! also thank you for your kind words that was the first fic i ever wrote so it’s very near and dear to my heart!

summary: reader goes to a holiday party with her co-stars and best friend, Matthew... but all the fun happens in the dressing room.

content warnings: this one is quite dirty but i’m also proud of it lol. unprotected penetrative sex, oral (female receiving), degradation, use of the term “little girl,” creampie, age gap. dirty talk?

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

word count: 4.7k

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"no."

"what do you mean, 'no’?” Matthew laughs, looking between me and the mirror.

"I look like the Ghost of Christmas Past." I lift up the soft white tulle of the dress, watching it float back down to settle over my skin. he's got his eyebrows raised and there's a smirk on his lips like he's holding back a laugh. I resist the urge to reach around and hit him.

"would you rather wear that?" he points to the punch-stained gown that's now laying pathetically over the back of the vanity chair. I genuinely ponder the idea for a moment.

"honestly, the crime scene vibes might work well with the theme of our show."

"seriously, it's not bad, Y/N!" he insists, drawing my attention back to the mirror.

"you're just saying that because you're the one who spilled on me and you don't want people making fun of how clumsy you are." I cross my arms over my chest. he gives me a dubious expression in our reflection on the wall.

"do I seem like I care about that?" he challenges.

"I--" the truth is that no, Matthew is not the type. Matthew is the kind of person to flounder in front of anyone and proceed to crack a joke about himself. he's humble. but I kind of like when we talk like this, our back and forth.

after a year of working together on the same show, he and I have grown incredibly close. I'm friends with all my co-stars, but he and I just have the natural friendship chemistry that makes me want to spend all my time with him. when we're not on set, we're hanging out on his couch or ordering dinner or driving out of town to check out wacky sites around California. we just have fun. pure, clean, honest fun.

of course, in my dreams it isn't pure or honest. frankly, there's a lot of sordid scandal to what goes on in my head when he accidentally touches my arm or brushes his fingers over mine. the amount of times I have gone to cast parties trying to work up the nerve to kiss him are embarrassing. he's older and more experienced and, obviously, he has no interest in me.

but that doesn't matter.

the only reason I'm standing in a dressing room alone with him is because he knew someone on the crew who could hook me up with a replacement for the night. he left while I slipped out of the old one and came back in only after knocking and checking, like, twice to make sure I was decent. he's so respectful that it's almost like he's afraid of making me think the wrong thing-- which makes me feel absolutely stupid for my almost schoolgirl crush.

"come on, you look great. let's go enjoy the party."

"was this a dress one of the victims was wearing?" I ask with a laugh.

"probably. not like we carry a lot of gowns on set." he grabs my hand, makes my heart leap into my throat. he only does it to urge me along, but it still feels intimate as I follow him out of the room, tossing one more evaluative glance at myself in the mirror. I seem terrified.

we continue to do our rounds at the party, Matthew filling my glass of eggnog even though I hate it. I wince and take a sip while we talk to some of our co-stars.

"what's wrong with you?" Shemar chuckles at my expression.

"lost a bet."

"with whom?" he glances between Matthew and me, knowing damn well already from the mischievous grin on the former's face.

"I told you not to take it." Matthew says over the rim of his glass.

"if you mention it one more time, I'm gonna throw up eggnog all over your outfit." I threaten him, but we're both smiling. Shemar frowns.

"what was the bet?"

"you know David-- the guy I was telling you about?" I reply quickly, determined to give my side of the story. Shemar nods; I told him last week when David oh-so-chivalrously danced up on me at a club and asked me out. usually in those situations, guys just want a one-night stand, so I was impressed and agreed. "anyway, Matthew said if it turned out that he was a weirdo, he would get to pick my drinks for the next week whenever we go out."

"your drinks? that's specific."

"she's so picky!" Matthew teases me.

"leave me alone, you dick!" I elbow him and he dodges just in time.

"tell him why he was a weirdo." he grins. the glare I give could kill. but Shemar is waiting expectantly for me to share the information, so I sigh and set my jaw before telling the truth.

"he collects antique dental tools."

"what?" Shemar laughs disbelievingly. I throw my hands up.

"I don't fucking know. we went back to his apartment and he showed me his whole collection."

"you're attracted to weird people, Y/N." Matthew says. I raise my eyebrows and almost say something that dooms me. I hold my tongue, however, and turn back to Shemar with a reserved smile.

"anyway, how are you?"

...

the cast holiday party is actually pretty fun. I tend to leave these functions early in favor of my couch and some ice cream, but something about the bright colors and the smell of wintergreen in the air makes me want to linger in the studio.

I stuff myself with sugar cookies and Matthew mercifully lets me switch from eggnog to Sprite. normally, I'd drink at such an occasion, but I'm a messy drunk and this is one of my first real jobs as an actress. I don't want to even come close to jeopardizing that by breaking some expensive equipment or something.

my throat gets a little sore from all the talking I do-- Paget and I spend about half an hour horribly belting out Christmas carols at the baby grand piano they brought in. they originally had someone hired to play it, but the guy disappeared about an hour ago.

by the time it hits around ten pm, my limbs are tired. I thought people would be leaving (a lot of them have families), but the party is still very much raging when I start to wind down. maybe it's because I'm sober.

"hey." Matthew sidles up next to me as I sit at the piano bench with a slice of lime in my mouth. I like to suck the juice out of them; sour things are my favorite.

"hi." I pluck the fruit out and drop it back into my soda. he sits next to me, his cologne filling my senses with the kind of sensual warmth that it shouldn't be making me feel. he always smells so good.

"ladylike." he gestures to the movement.

"is that why you call me 'princess?'" I smirk, half-joking.

"once-- I called you that once!" he defends. it's not a lie. he used the nickname when he was mocking me for my somewhat selective food preferences. it was sarcastic, but I wish it wasn't. something about the way he said it in the moment made me blush.

"is there a reason you've come to grate my nerves?" I raise an eyebrow and he turns away from me as he bites back a smile. I pout. "what?"

"you're talking like a Jane Austen novel."

"what's wrong with Jane Austen?" I defend, skin heating up. his proximity is doing things to me that it shouldn't.

"nothing," he glances at me before moving his gaze to the ivory keys. "do you play?"

"elementary level, sure." I giggle. he runs his fingers over them, never pressing down hard enough to release a sound. I'm entranced by the delicate nature of his actions, the veins and the curve of his fingertips, the sheer width of his hand. I think about it too much for it to be healthy.

"show me." it's a direct order, one that doesn't feel directive but still ends with me placing both hands on the piano and wracking my brain for something to play. I decide on a piece that Paget and I were doing earlier, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."

I've never been quite good at piano, and the nearness of his body is like an anvil on my fingers, but I play anyway. and it feels good. his eyes are on me, drawn to my tracings over the instrument as they press and lift and glide.

"sing." I tell him.

"no!" he protests. I don't stop playing, only now getting into the thick of the tune.

"oh, come on. just the chorus..." I plead, turning my head to beg. "please?"

I bat my lashes playfully, fully intending it as a joke, but Matthew softens a bit. for a fraction of a second, I think he looks at my mouth. he turns his head back to the piano and lets out a quiet "here we are as in olden days... happy golden days of yore..."

"there you go!" I egg him on, and he starts to get more into it. his voice is absolutely off-key; he's no singer, and somehow that makes him even more endearing to me.

Matthew has always been this flawless, intimidating figure in my mind. even when we first met, I was certain that he was hiding something because everything else about him is so... perfect. he's funny, sweet, genuinely kind, handsomer than hell. it didn't make sense. but knowing that he can't carry a tune makes me feel a bit better. it humanizes his beauty.

while he sings, I can't help looking at him. his side profile is even more enchanting; the curve of his features meeting a smooth elegance in his jaw and cheek, especially when his mouth is open. he catches me smiling at him and returns it with his own gleeful face, now totally fine with singing like a fool in front of everyone. nobody is even really looking at us-- they're several drinks in and lost in their own universe of drunken laughter.

there's something kind of magical about that, I think. we're sober. when the song draws to a close, I lift my fingers off the keys and into my lap.

"you're quite the Pavarotti." I joke.

"the who?" he furrows his brow with a smile.

"he's a famous opera singer."

"oh," he laughs, "thanks, Mozart."

I twist my face up as I hide my smile. this is also part of the reason I could never tell Matthew how I feel; we just fit together too well. he almost always gets my references and I understand his, even though there's an age gap between us. he's an old soul with a youthful heart.

"how's your night going?" I ask him softly, changing the subject. he sets his hands on his lap, absent-mindedly toying with his fingers. it's not a nervous tendency at all. he does it whenever we're on set.

"as of right now? pretty damn good." he replies with a smile. I get warm again at the implication. he doesn't mean it like that, but god, do I wish he did.

"very smooth." I compliment appreciatively.

"how about you?"

"it was kind of boring, but then this rando sat next to me and started singing Christmas songs and it got a little better." I say flatly, grabbing my glass off the top of the piano and running my fingertip over the rim. he drops his head in a giggle.

"you're something else."

"insult?" I clarify.

"definitely a compliment."

"I like compliments."

"well, I wasn't lying before. you look really beautiful in that dress."

"the murder dress?" I glance down at it to hide the absolute wideness of my eyes at his words. he's completely flustering me and I'm starting to find it hard to breathe. he said I look beautiful. not "pretty," not "great"-- beautiful.

"yes, the murder dress." he gets a little pink in his cheeks, and that makes me want to explode on the spot.

"well, say goodbye to it because I'm gonna go change back into my plebeian clothes," I stand from the piano bench. "it's past my bedtime."

Matthew looks up at me with an unreadable expression and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. I hate leaving him. "do you wanna come with me? like-- walk with me?"

"sure." he nods, stands, and follows behind. I can feel his presence like a delightful reminder of the emotions surging in my stomach. we wind through the crowd of party-goers until we end up back in the dressing room, away from the party. it's quiet.

Matthew walks in with me, carrying our drinks in his hand, and he's about to stroll back out so I can change when I touch his arm. the door shuts automatically behind him.

"wait," I swallow quickly. "can you unzip me?"

"oh." Matthew looks at me, then at the glasses in his arms, then at the vanity. he sets them down and comes back quickly, his frame behind me while his fingertips locate the little piece at the top of my gown. my breath hitches in my throat when he brushes over my spine by accident, one nail dragging accidentally against my skin as the fabric slowly gives way. I don't know if he hears it-- it's nearly imperceptible-- but he definitely hesitates once he reaches the place where my back starts to curve into my ass. he pauses, doesn't breathe until he reaches the end of the zipper.

"there you go." he mutters. his voice is a little more hoarse than usual, and he clears his throat as he steps away. I know he's going to back out. he's going to back out of the room and wait for me to slip into nothing and I know, somehow, that he's going to be thinking about how I look in here with my clothes off. he's going to wish he stayed.

and I'm going to wish he'd done more than stayed.

before I can lose my nerve and allow the moment to be swallowed up by practicality, I shrug the straps of the dress down my shoulders and let gravity take over. it drops to the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I can sense him behind me; he's silent for a moment.

"Matthew." I say, the name sitting on my tongue like a sugar cube. perfectly formed, slowly dissolving.

"y-yeah?" he stutters for the first time since I've met him.

"are you looking at my ass right now?" I ask, still turned around. the way he's frozen in place tells me that I'm right.

"yeah." he admits.

"you can touch it, if you want." I murmur softly. part of me doesn't think this is real, the way each sentence leaves my throat like it's been pre-planned. truly, I don't understand how my brain is moving so quickly.

"are you... sure?" he's hesitant, but even I can taste the longing.

"yes."

his hand smooths over my butt, softly at first like he's still not believing his own eyes, before moving back to grab it. he squeezes the flesh, and a low exhale from him tells me that he's excited.

"do you want more?" my voice barely carries. my head is almost foggy from how good it is to have his grip on my body, even in such a simple way. I can feel myself getting wet.

"how much more?" his lips brush over my shoulder and I get goosebumps. my mouth opens and closes for a moment, searching for the right words.

"however much you want."

it's flint and steel, the way he sparks. the air literally leaves my lungs when Matthew grabs my hips and spins me around to face him. my lips part as I peer up at him, at the lust that now darkens those hazel eyes and the way he holds mine. his touch is certain. he pulls our bodies together, tilts my chin up to kiss me.

it's passionate, strong, the kind of kiss that causes me to lean back a bit just to receive the full force of his desire. but I return the affection easily, moaning into his mouth. I've never been held the way that Matthew holds me. like I'm made of sugar glass, like he wants desperately to feel the soft give of my skin and make a home of me.

the heat between our bodies is almost overwhelming, and I sigh when he subtly pushes our hips together. his erection is against my stomach.

"fuck." I mutter when I pull away for air. Matthew doesn't stop his perfect movements, though, tugging my earlobe between his teeth and starting to leave love bites up my skin and over my shoulder. he chuckles against my throat. I shiver.

"you alright, little girl?" he asks.

"just--" I let out a moan at the sensation of his fingers exploring my bare waist. he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra. "just surprised."

"about?" he slides the straps down my shoulders and looks me in the eye. the lack of physical contact makes me whine.

"that you want me."

"how is that surprising?" he smiles, using one index finger to guide me to look at him.

"you don't seem like it."

Matthew raises his eyebrows as if I'm a crazy person. truly dumbstruck. "what?"

"you-- well, I don't know." I frown, but Matthew takes my hand and moves it over his torso until my palm is resting over the considerable bulge in his pants.

"is this enough proof?"

I struggle for words, sputtering. "yeah-- yeah, it is."

he bucks into my hand a little and I bite my lip, eyes moving up to meet his. something passes between us that I don't fully understand, but feel in my bones. I have never, in my life, wanted someone to fuck me as much as I want Matthew to fuck me right now. my jaw clenches.

"I need you." I tell him like this is the most relevant piece of information that will ever pass between us. he smirks.

"yeah?"

"mhmm."

"then lean against the wall and let me give you what you deserve." he orders. for a second, I try to think through what he means. then I look behind me at the open space and back up, him following me closely. his hands move up to cup my breasts, kneading and tweaking my nipples as he kisses my lips. the coolness against my back causes me to gasp, and he swallows the sound with his tongue before moving down my body.

he's torturously slow, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while he shrugs off his suit jacket. he switches to my other peak, one hand splayed over my stomach, and then proceeds southward with his lips. his kisses are delicate, open-mouthed, as they find their way to the waistband of my panties.

he hooks his fingers in them and looks up at me.

"can I eat you out, baby?" he asks. I bite my lip.

"please." like a beg.

"oh, you're polite tonight." he smirks, tugging the garment down my legs and discarding it somewhere in the room. I don't respond, and he doesn't seem to need me to, because he pushes one leg up for better access to my pussy. "let's see if it lasts."

my back curves off of the wall involuntarily when he holds the flat of his tongue against my clit suddenly, trying to roll my hips against his face. my fingers tangle in his hair, one leg resting over his shoulder.

he starts to flick at my clit. I lose grasp of my own language.

"Matthew, that feels so good, I--"

he attaches himself to my bundle of nerves, seemingly turned on by the sounds I'm making for him. he groans as he laps at the wetness between my legs, dipping into my folds and sucking the soul out of me. I whine and use his curls as leverage to gain more friction. he peers up at me.

"needy little girl." he mumbles against my pussy. I shove him back into me.

"make me cum, then." I beg. I can practically feel the devilish smirk on his face as he devours me like he'll never get enough. every twist and lick of his tongue is sending me to new places. I'm panting, chest heaving, while I grab my own tits and buck into his mouth.

he moans. my orgasm hits me like a wave, causing me to nearly thrash with pleasure as I cry out.

"Matthew, keep going, fuck yes!" I feel tears prick the back of my eyes, the culmination almost too much to bear as we hold contact. he stares into my fucking soul as he eats me out, and I want to stay like this forever. it's hard to support myself with my legs going weak, but I love it. the sensations are otherworldly. it's only when I'm about to collapse that I push his face away from me.

"I love your pussy." he tells me, licking his lips as he sets my legs down. I grin and let my head fall back against the wall.

"thanks."

"come here, princess." he takes hold of my hips and guides me over to the mirror, turning me so that he's standing behind my frame. the pet name causes me to smile.

"what?" I reference our reflection. he stares at me, reaching around to squeeze my tits.

"I wanna fuck you in the mirror." such a vulgar thing, said so beautifully. he kisses my cheek. "if that's okay with you."

"I don't care what position we do as long as you're fucking me." I breathe honestly. he chuckles and draws me towards him so his clothed boner is against my ass. I reach behind and work the button on his pants. he undoes the ones on his shirt. we're silent, him watching my naked body move like he's trying to memorize every detail.

when he's finally stripped, he lets me stroke his cock for a couple moments before pushing my upper back forward so I'm holding onto the sides of the mirror. I see him biting his lip as he lines himself up at my entrance.

"you ready?" he checks. I nod and he smiles at me once. pushing in, the smile melts into a jaw-dropped haze, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Y/N..."

"it's so big." I try to breathe. he's so deep, I grip the mirror until my knuckles turn white. he's going to snap my body in two with the angle of his cock, filling me easily.

"tight little thing." he grunts as he holds himself inside. I can only watch in shock as I try to adjust to the sheer feeling of him. Matthew runs his hands over my sides, my ass, touching whatever he can. "how's that?"

I start to wiggle my hips and he groans at the feeling of my walls desperately swallowing him up. "Matthew, I need it."

"need what?" he thrusts into me and I have to fight a scream.

"need you."

"fuck... yes." he hisses out, sliding into me. "you're so wet I don't even need to try."

I bite my lip to withhold my sounds and he stares me in the eyes in the mirror as he starts to fuck me harder, building a pace with his hips. he growls a little if he hits certain angles, getting ruthless.

"so many times when I wanted to be inside you, princess..." he trails off. I start to play with my clit with one hand, using the other to stabilize myself with the mirror. the idea turns me on.

"when?"

"whenever you have attitude," he pants. "tonight, in that innocent fucking dress. making me wanna pound you like a little slut."

I make a high-pitched sound at the shudder of pleasure that jolts through my stomach at his words, wanting more. I've never heard him talk this way before.

"Matthew, shit--" I rub myself in circles, caught between watching his face and watching the way his hips slam into mine.

"you're begging to be fucked, you know that?"

"am I?" I smile sweetly in the mirror. we're in our own world, locked in a fantasy that I never want to leave. I can feel him in every corner of my body, sinking beneath my skin. he digs his nails into my ass.

"mhmm." he hums. I can feel the familiar weight in my stomach that indicates how close I'm getting. a knot that screams to be undone by his perfect length. I would do anything for more of this. I can taste everything good in the world on my tongue.

"I'm so close." I whine.

"I can tell," he studies my face in the mirror. "so pretty when you're breaking."

"oh--" I feel my thighs tense and my body pulses, the euphoria almost overwhelming. we move steadily, rhythmically, and he pushes my climax to new levels. "faster." I cry.

Matthew is quick to respond, gripping me closer while he plows into me like he's never going to have my body again. the sound of it is filthy, perfect, a mess. he groans at the sensation of my cunt pulsating around his cock.

"cum for me, princess." he moans, losing himself in the embrace of my core. the foggy stare in his eyes is like drowning in the ocean. I sink below, not caring at all about the consequences of him inside me. fuck working together; I need him. "where should I cum?"

"in me." I groan.

"beg." he commands easily, watching my face contort in pleasure. I could pretend to fight it, to give a little attitude, but I don't want to. I love begging for him.

"fill me up, Matthew. please." each word punctuated by the breathlessness of my voice. he gets even more ferocious with me, beating up my pussy until I'm sure he's going to leave me sore.

"right there, right there," he gasps, hitting the same spot that makes me go cross-eyed. "such a good little slut."

his cum shoots into me, deep and warm and erotically twisted, and I nearly collapse. it feels weird, but so good at the same time. full. he groans out my name and withdraws, quick to grab my shoulders and hold me up as I almost fall. I hadn't realized that most of my body weight was supported purely by his thrusts.

"whoa." he lets out a tired laugh, gentle in his touch. I'm heaving air into my lungs.

"sorry." I apologize, my body unstable.

"are you okay?" he seems genuinely concerned and I nod.

"yeah, I'm fine. just a little overwhelmed."

"here," he scoops me into his arms and brings me over to the old love seat in the dressing room, laying his jacket down before putting me on top of it. "can I get you something?"

"Sprite." I gesture to the glass on the vanity, and he smiles as he goes to get it. I gulp down whatever remains of it. "thanks."

"of course." he keeps glancing at my face and the red marks on my hips where he was clutching me like a lifeline. "I'm sorry."

"what?" I set the cup down. "don't ever be sorry for fucking me like that."

"no, I meant--" he laughs, but then he sees my playful expression and realizes that I'm genuinely alright. I think my legs were asleep.

"you're a saint." I tell him. he frowns and shakes his head bashfully. I'm already getting up and collecting my clothes. "or maybe what we just did prevents you from reaching sainthood. I don't know."

he places his hand on my lower back, kisses my forehead tenderly.

"seriously. you're okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine," I assure him. "but I would be better with a milkshake."

Matthew breaks into a slow grin, staring at me like I've done something miraculous.

"how are you so perfect?"

#matthew gray gubler #mgg smut #mgg oneshot #mgg x reader

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enhyupn · 3 years

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enhypen and liking someone younger than them!

requested by anon

ot7!enhypen x gn!reader

fluff, no warnings, grammatical errors wc: 800+

a/n this is obviously at a Not weird age difference okay And also idk if i did this right i’m so sorry anonnie i love u i’m so sorry ALSO AGAIN i’ll edit this in the morning properly

ᜊ heeseung

he babys you all the time

literally won’t stop teasing you too

and if you’re shorter than him than you’ll also be a victim of height teasing too

he only does this all to get your attention

buys you gifts all the time and spoils you to try and woo him

head canon that he’s only been with people his age so he fully believes you think he is prehistoric

reminds you of his age all the time and you’re not even that far away from age so you just nod

helps you by tellings you what you should accomplish at each age

like you honestly don’t care but it’s heeseung so you pretend to do <3

rest of the members under the cut!

ᜊ jay

would be so concerned for you all the time

thinks you are the most Fragile thing on earth

he will tell you to be careful all the time and you’re like ??? because you aren’t a baby and know how to he safe

talks like an old man sometimes to try and impress so you have to snap him out of it

“when i was at your age i—” “weren’t you just my age not that long ago?”

always is giving you candy to keep you going throughout the day

if you go to the same school and had the same teacher as him he’d always mention it

you have to remind him that you aren’t That younger than him

he pinches your cheeks and ruffles your hair all the time because he thinks your cute

ᜊ jake

buys you candy whenever he visits you because he thinks you’re not old enough to buy anything yet

tells you to study all the time and recites all the times he didn’t because he wants to motivate you

is your own personal protector

when you need to borrow a book for school he Always has it

he also never fails to mention that he also used the same book for your exact same class at your age

he only does it to try and impress you with his big brain honestly

buys you things he liked at your age

but you two literally aren’t that far in age so it’s literally something you grew up with too

tries his hardest to look cool for you

offers to take you to those dances where you need someone older to get into (i hope this makes sense)

ᜊ sunghoon

teaches you everything because he thinks your ‘undeveloped’ brain can’t handle it

like skating... oh boy his eyes jump out of his sockets when he sees you master it

that turns his plans of impressing you so you can praise him into Dust

wants to be with you every second of the day

he thinks you might turn into a baby If he looks away

and he DOESN’T!!! want that

when he tutors you in stuff he’ll go on a tangent about how he used to suck at whatever you were doing when he was your age

“i remember when i was your age...” “okay?”

thinks you’re so cute whenever you do anything he just stares at you absentmindedly in adoration sometimes

ᜊ sunoo

loves to give you hugs because he thinks you are the most adorable and precious person on this planet

always helps you prepare for things

either it be your stuff before a big test or when you have to get ready for something

buys random things and tells you that it reminds him of you

“look! these stickers reminds me of you” “why are these stickers of fruit?”

when it’s your birthday he buys cards with minions on them that are for five year olds purposefully because he thinks it’s funny

“is this was you think of me?” “yeah you’re literally five too”

thinks you have picky taste so let’s you pick your dates (ones that you didn’t even know were dates!)

ᜊ jungwon

teases you about being older than him all the time

especially if there’s an age limit for something

“it says seventeen or older to ride the rollercoaster, i guess you can’t ride on it!”

purposefully talks about old tv shows that you don’t about with you

you literally have to tell him you don’t know what he’s talking about

“and then they would—” “never watched it” “maybe because you’re young”

you end up bickering because you’re not even that younger than him

it’s his way of flirting that’s all he knows what to do

ᜊ ni-ki

loves being with you because for once he’s not the youngest!!!

always by your side no matter where you go

i think it’s just natural instinct for him to kinda cling onto you but he likes to pat your head a lot

teaches you dances but always has to mention your age for no reason

“when i was your age i never got this part right”

he finds you so cute that he just always tells you it??? just every time he sees you???

feels so much pride knowing he’s older than you

#prism.nw #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen timestamps #enhypen headcanons #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff

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soulmate-game · 4 years

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Can you do a prompt of Marinette being the daughter of the Joker and Harley but Harley left him before Marinette was born and when Joker found out about his daughter He decided to kidnap Marinette so she can become like him (Ace chemicals) (Daminette)

Woot, my first ask in a while! Let’s see how I can do this oddly specific ask that reminds me of a fic that might actually exist but tbh I’ve read so many fanfics idk if my brain is remembering right

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette knew Sabine and Tom weren’t her biological parents. She had known ever since she was eight, when her mother by blood visited her for the first time, sat her down, and explained everything. Including, but not limited to, her disastrously toxic past relationship, her new girlfriend, and her recent success with long term rehab (unofficial rehab that mostly consisted of illegal anti-hero actions, but hey if it worked it worked).

Marinette understood. Well no, she really didn’t since she was only eight, but she understood that her mom— that Harley— was genuine. She had always had a knack for emotions and telling when people were sincere or not. And Harley really was regretful about not being in her life beforehand, and was serious about wanting to be part of her life now that her own was mostly sorted out.

So Marinette was not surprised when Harley really did stick it out. When Harley cooed over Marinette copying her hairstyle to show her support of her biological mom, when Harley never failed to call at least once a week even if she was in jail for punching some asshole or another. Harley never stayed arrested long anymore, she was usually found to be on the right side of the moral scale more and more often so the police didn’t bother keeping her locked up anymore. Through the years, Marinette always looked forward to her mom’s calls. Looked forward to being lulled to sleep by one crazy story or another from her mother’s past. Everything was nice. Perfect, even, for a while.

A thump sounded from her balcony, one late night when Marinette was thirteen. Blinking, the dark haired girl furrowed her brows. Who would be on her balcony? Cautiously walking towards the trap door leading to it, grasping her metal pencil holder as a weapon (she remembered all of her Mom’s stories about break-ins and random attacks back in Gotham), the teen strained her ears. Akuma attacks were only a few months old now, but she had already become in high alert for any sign of Hawkmoth or his victims. As per usual, Marinette’s paranoia began to kick in. Did Hawkmoth already figure her out? Was he here for her earrings? Would she be able to fight him?

She gently pushed up the trap door, catching a glimpse of black leather. Huh? Marinette narrowed her eyes, confused. Was it Chat? He should have been on patrol, on the other side of the city. What was he doing visiting her?

Suddenly the trap door yanked the rest of the way open, making Marinette yelp as the handle for it rugged away from her fingers. And there, backlit by the pure blue-white moonlight, was Not Chat Noir. It was Catwoman, in all her skintight black leather glory, grinning at her before pushing her cat-eye goggles up to the top of her head and crouching down by the trap door’s entrance, balancing only on the pads of her feet.

“Well hello there~” the woman purred. “So you’re the cute little kitten Harley is so secretive about. Nice to finally meet you,” the woman held out a hand, sending Marinette a sweet, if mysterious, smile. For a while, the pigtailed girl only stared before a squeal of excitement left her throat, leaving very little room for any doubt as to her bloodline. A large smile curled over Marinette’s lips, leaving her beaming widely at the catlike woman on her balcony.

“Auntie Selina! Mom’s told me so much about you! Come in, come in, come in! I’ll sneak some macaroons up for you. Or do you prefer croissants? What’s your favorite flavor? Are you really dating Batman? Oh my goodness, that necklace is so lovely! Did you steal it?”

Selina could only chuckle fondly at the word vomit, letting the smaller girl drag her down the trap door and into her very… pink room. Looking around, Selina was once again slapped with just how similar this kid was to her outgoing friend. Marinette clearly had no shame in indulging in the things she liked, such as the color pink and anything regarding fashion. But there were other things amongst the girliness of the room, like the posters of Jagged Stone and the training dummy half-sticking out of her closet door. There were a few ornamental knives hung up behind her computer, seemingly just for decoration although Selina could see that they were definitely battle ready and sharpened. A small mallet, clearly a miniature replica of her mother’s own signature weapon, leaned up against the side of the girl’s laundry basket. But then there was Marinette’s mannequin, which was surrounded by meticulously cut pieces of cloth and had other pieces pinned to it strategically. Marinette clearly had the same professionalism and love for her chosen career that had so completely defined Harley in the Time Before Joker. The same genius intellect hiding in those deceptively cheerful bluebell eyes. And for the first time, though not for the last to be sure, Selina found herself thoroughly relieved that it seemed Marinette had inherited very little from her father.

Except, as she would learn from stories Harley told her later, an apparent affinity for chaos.

“I’m not that picky, kitten. But I’m not that hungry, so don’t go too out of your way,” Selina decided to just react the same way she did with Harley’s rambles, and answer one question at a time. “Also, I am actually dating Bruce Wayne. But, if you promise not to tell anyone—“ she waited for Marinette’s eager nod before continuing casually, “— the two are maybe not as mutually exclusive as many think,” Selina finished with a conspiratorial wink. “No, I actually did not steal this necklace. Bruce has been adamant in trying to curb me of my thieving habit by buying me almost everything I so much as glance at sideways. It’s sweet. Naive, because I like stealing for the fun of it, but sweet.”

Marinette giggled, bouncing in place happily. She loved a bit of innocent gossip like this. “Is Momma Ivy ever gonna visit? I don’t think Mom told her much about me yet, and I still gotta give her the shovel talk!” the fierce look that overcame Marinette’s face made Selina laugh again. Oh yes, definitely her mother’s daughter.

“Pam has been trying to sneak over, but the laws regarding Metahumans in Paris suddenly got much stricter a few months back and have caused some problems. You wouldn’t happen to know what happened, would you?” Selina did not miss when her seemingly innocent question caused her niece to close off almost instantly. Bluebell eyes took on a familiar guardedness, and scanned her with the same soul-searching intensity that Harley had when she was channeling her Psychiatrist side. Selina found herself in a slightly concerning spot though—

Because she couldn’t predict Marinette at all. She was left to simply stand there as Marinette searched for some unidentifiable thing in her eyes, completely unable to read the younger girl’s face and with no idea of what to expect. The side effect of having chaos so thoroughly entwined in both of her biological parents, she supposed.

“Nope, no idea.”

Selina knew that was a lie, but knew equally as well that she would not be getting a better answer anytime soon. So, she let it go and the two of them once again dipped into innocent chatter.

Later that night, when Selina left and the sun threatened to rise at any minute, Tikki flew up from her hiding spot under Marinette’s pillow to land on her holder’s shoulder. Marinette giggled and looked over at her little friend.

“Tikki?”

“Yes, Mari?”

“Why was I chosen to be your holder?” She asked suddenly, flopping back into her bed and staring at her ceiling. The little goddess hummed, smiling knowingly before flying down to cuddle in the crook of Marinette’s neck.

“Because you are born from luck itself. Even when bad things happen, you have the luck and determination to get out just fine, and stronger than before. And despite the destruction and anarchy in your blood, you have the willpower to reign it in and keep control of yourself. That’s all order really is, Marinette. The decision to take all the chaos and madness around us, and make it make sense. Make it do something good. And that’s a large part of who you are, I could feel it in your soul the moment we first met.”

Marinette closed her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek. “What if I lose control?”

“... You’ll just have to get it back. It’ll be hard, but as long as you have people to support you, you will be able to do it. You aren’t evil, Marinette,” the small God seemed to sense the true question her holder was asking, and did her best to soothe the doubt the girl felt. “Just remember the reasons you fight against chaos. Remember everyone you love, and you’ll be okay. And you have me, I’ll always help you.”

“... thank you, Tikki.”

—*—*—*—*—*

“He’s going to find out, Mom.”

“No he won’t, don’t be silly! I’ve been very careful about hiding you from him, Nettie-pie.”

“Mom… I just have a bad feeling. I don’t think we can hide who I am from him. If he sees me, I think he’ll know.”

The phone went silent.

“If he hurts you, I’ll kill him. If I was crazy about him, Sugar, then I’m head over heels for you. Not even he can stop me from caving his skull in if he tries his usual tricks with you.”

“... My plane leaves soon, I’ll talk to you when I land. And mom?”

“Yeah, honeycake?”

“I love you.”

—*—*—*—*—*

It was uncanny just how often Marinette’s hunches were right. Her intuition was something to behold, truly, because it only took three days in Gotham before Joker snatched her right out of her room at Harley and Ivy’s apartment. At least Marinette had sixteen by then, so she had had enough experience as a hero in Paris and with generally unpredictable situations and people who were absolutely nuts for her to not immediately panic. Too much, anyway.

Because there was definitely a little panic there.

See, Marinette knew herself inside out by then. After her own battle with her toxic feelings towards Adrien and doing her best to heal from those before she turned out like her mom, she knew she was by no means mentally indestructible. Mental illness ran the high risk of being inherited, and Marinette was well aware that her own personality was scarily similar to her mother’s at times. She got attached quickly, felt affection and love for others very strongly and, as she found with Adrien, could easily become obsessive if she didn’t watch herself. At least Harley was the perfect person to help with that, and Marinette was serious about helping herself too. She did everything she could to keep an eye on her mental health and keep her behavior in check so she didn’t do anything too unhealthy with her relationships again.

But she knew, she knew she had a soft spot for family. She got attached too easily. And being in the same room as her biological father, despite being tied up by her hands and feet and knowing just how many unforgivable things he had done in his life, Marinette felt vulnerable. She didn’t want to hurt him, despite everything. She still loved him, despite every reason not to, despite her first meeting with him being with him shoving chloroform over her face and hogtying her to a metal chain dangling over a vat of acid.

Geez, she’d need more than just her mom as a therapist after this for sure. Even if her mom had a PH.D, Marinette felt like she’d need several psychiatrists to sort through her emotional turmoil right then and make sense of any of it.

Marinette licked her lips, aware that the only kindness that Joker gave his daughter was sparing her from the discomfort of being gagged.

“Don’t,” Marinette said, surprising herself with the amount of steel she was able to put into her voice. Somehow, she managed to make the single word sound more like an order than a plead. “Joker, put me—“

“Ah-Ah-Ah!” The clown walked over, tutting and waving his finger in the air in almost playful admonishment. He gave her a dramatically fake pout. “Don’t you know it’s disrespectful to refer to your father by his first name?” Neither of them mentioned that Joker was definitely not his real name. They both knew the point was moot. “Say it with me now— ‘Daddy dearest, I am more than willing to be dunked in acid for you,’ go ahead, say it.”

Marinette’s jaw clenched. Familial love or not, she would not tolerate being ridiculed like that. She dealt with enough ridicule when she was fourteen and fifteen during school, before she put Liar Rossi in her place. She had spent the past three years as a hero in charge of the war against Hawkmoth, in charge of protecting all of Paris from an emotional terrorist.

And gee, wasn’t that what Joker was, too? Sure, he was a terrorist in the classic meaning of the word as well, but he was nothing if not a skilled manipulator. He knew the human mind just as well as Harley or any other psychiatrist did, he just used his knowledge for different means. He had emotionally abused Harley for years, he emotionally abused and manipulated people all across gotham on a daily basis. He was just another Hawkmoth, but with more physical violence in place of magic.

With these thoughts strengthening her resolve, Marinette narrowed her eyes at the man who donated half of her DNA. She let her anger boil into her irises, hitting him with one of the few traits she knew she inherited from him.

Her ability to intimidate others on the tip of a hat.

“No,” she growled back at him. She took a deep breath. It had taken her a while, but she refused to be ashamed of who she was regardless of her blood relation. She would have no problem using the very things she inherited from Joker against him. She might have gotten most of Harley’s personality, she might have inherited her mother’s habit of falling in love hard, fast, and obsessively, but she also had Joker’s defiance. His bone-deep inability to be stopped from doing exactly whatever the fuck he wanted.

And then, there were Marinette’s own traits. The ones that were completely her own, developed over her life organically. Like her refusal to bow down to bullies, her creativity, her ability to take even the most chaotic situation and see some sort of balance and sanity in it that she could use to her advantage.

That she WOULD use to her advantage. The shadows she saw move out of the corner of her eye gave her the chance to do exactly that, she just needed to buy a few more seconds. Just a few more seconds.

“Excuse me?” Joker growled right back, his own intimidation, honed over more years than Marinette had been alive and thus much more potent than her own, reading its ugly head as he stalked towards her. His face was pulled down into an ugly snarl, his shoulders tensed and back straight as he glared right at her. From his spot on the metal walkway, he was easily able to reach over the railing and grab her chin in one pale, viciously strong hand. “I think you’re misunderstanding something here, little Marionette. I’m your father. Half of your life came directly from ME. That makes you my puppet. You exist to follow my orders,” his right grip suddenly let go, leaving behind the beginnings of a bruise as his entire demeanor changed from angry to cheerful. He spread his arms as if gesturing to the whole chemical plant victoriously, and an unnaturally large smile curved over his lips and bared yellowing teeth at her. “But that’s okay. I’ll forgive you this time, you haven’t learned any better yet. That’s why we’re here. We need to cleanse you of all those icky bad habits you’ve learned up until now, all you need is a little,” he bounced in place with a wicked smirk to illustrate his next words— “jumpstart. A little acid goes a long way to enlightenment you know, you’ll see my side of things in no time. And with my blood in you, you’ll make a better sidekick than that idiot Harley ever did. I can sense it, you’ve got a real talent for Chaos in you, it’s exciting, Heheeeheheee! Now then, we should probably speed things along before our family reunion is cut short. Hang in there, my little Marionette,” the man actually had the gall to spin in place while humming a tune cheerfully before all but dancing over to the lever that held Marinette’s length of chain in the air over the vat of chemicals below her. “Everything will clear up in that little head of yours in just a second!”

There! Right as Joker pulled the switch to lower her into the bubbling vat underneath her, Marinette was able to finish untying her hands. She couldn’t contain a small yelp as gravity flung her body forward, leaving her upside down on the chain for a brief moment. That was when the chain started lowering rapidly, and Marinette was barely able to rip the rope off of her ankles in time to swing off of it and onto the metal walkway that came up right next to the giant metal container of liquid death and insanity. Joker had barely enough time to shout in rage before the windows near the ceiling shattered, admitting the city’s vigilantes themselves. Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, Red Hood, Robin, and evening Black Bat all landed on the same metal platform above Marinette’s head that Joker was still on, buying the teen time to start running. But she didn’t go towards the exit right away, instead heading right up the stairs into the thick of the fight. Robin briefly separated from where Joker was managing to hold his own, goons flooding from side doors to inhibit the heroes in their attempt to bring their boss down.

The katana-using vigilante kept one eye on Marinette the whole time, suspicious of why the girl would come back up if not to help her father. But that wasn’t what she did, instead she flipped and kicked and punched her way through the quickly growing sea of Joker thugs until she reached a small pink purse that had been abandoned near the lever that had nearly sent her into liquid insanity. Three thugs surrounded her right as she snatched the purse up and slung it over her shoulder, but Robin barely had the chance to head over before she was heaving the men, who were all easily three times her size, over her shoulder and was slamming elbows into soft spots and the side of her hand into pressure points. By the time Robin got to her side, all three men were unconscious and bound to wake up in utter agony.

Marinette glanced up, getting ready to haul Robin over her shoulder as well before she realized who he was. She let her shoulders relax just a tick, sighing in relief before returning her eyes to scanning their surroundings. She shot him a brief grin.

“Good thing my adoptive mother, Mom, Momma Ivy, and Auntie Selina all made sure I knew how to take down a small army on my own, huh?” She asked rhetorically before they were both unceremoniously dragged back into the giant brawl.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Nettie-pie!”

“Marigold!”

Harley and Pamela Quinzel-Isley shoved down anyone and everyone who dared block their direct path to their daughter. The girl of the hour stood next to the bat clan, a shock blanket held tightly around her shoulders as she did her best to finish her statement to both the vigilantes and Commissioner Gordon.

“You untied yourself… from a ship-grade knot in high quality rope… with a phone charm?” They heard Gordon ask incredulously, to which Marinette could only give a lopsided smile. That was when her mom and stepmom crashed into her, enveloping her in a nearly suffocating hug.

“Gah— mom— momma Ivy—“ Marinette flailed in their arms for a bit before finally getting her head free and continuing her statement as if she didn’t have two of the most dangerous women in the city still giving her a bone crushing hug. “That’s better. Yes, Commissioner. You see, I realized when I was in the car with Joker, while I was pretending to still be unconscious, that one of the charms on my phone had pretty sharp corners that I could use like a serrated edge if I had enough time. So I carefully detached it from my phone, and held it in my palm. It took almost an hour, but once Joker noticed I was awake I kept him talking so that he didn’t notice what I was doing even as he tied me up to that chain. Really, it’s just lucky that I was able to get it worn down in time,” Marinette rubbed the back of her neck with a nervous chuckle. “But regardless, I think Batman and his partners,” she nodded to the listening vigilantes just to the side of her. “Were close enough that I would have been caught anyway, I just wanted to make sure they had less work to do. The sooner I freed myself, the sooner ‘Daddy Dearest,’” she grimaced as she mockingly used the same term Joker had tried to get her to say earlier that night. “Could go back behind bars where he belongs.”

“Oh my little Nettie-cake,” Harley cried, finally pulling back from the hug long enough to wipe her cheeks. It was clear that she had been crying for a while, and her colorful pigtails were mussed and tangled from where she must have been tugging on them in worry. “You were right. I’m so sorry, I never should have let you come to Gotham when I knew he was out of Arkham.”

Marinette was quick to shake her head frantically, pulling her arms out of Ivy’s hold so she could grasp Harley’s shoulders firmly. “No. No, Mom, I’m fine! And besides, we knew I couldn’t stay secret forever. I really like staying with you and Momma Ivy! Everything turned out fine though, and he’s headed back to Arkham. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, Nettle,” Pam argued, distracting herself by running her hands through Marinette’s bangs. She had only known the girl for two years, but that was more than long enough for her to consider the teenager as her own. “He took you right out from under our noses. You were supposed to be safe in our home, and he still got to you. That’s not okay. We weren’t able to protect you like we should have been. Maybe you should go back to Paris early.”

“What?! No way!” Marinette argued, eyes wide. “This is the first time I’ve been able to ever visit you guys in Gotham, I’m not letting some psycho sperm donor keep me from enjoying time with my family! I came here knowing full well that it was dangerous. I’m not gonna just run away after one bad experience.”

Harley snorted, and then devolved into uncontrollable giggles. “Heh— psycho sperm donor. Good one, sugar!”

Marinette smiled and rolled her eyes good naturedly at her mom’s usual immature antics. Seeing as Gordon had walked away muttering to himself a short while ago, Marinette pulled herself the rest of the way away from her moms and turned to the vigilantes. Without a second’s pause, she bowed to them just like her Maman Sabine taught her.

“Thank you for helping save me. I know it’s probably a shock that I’ve been kept secret from you guys all this time, but I hope you don’t lump me in with the likes of the green-haired half of my DNA. I’m staying with my Moms in their apartment, if you guys decide to patrol by our place like I suspect, I’ll leave some baked goods and coffee out for you on our patio. It’s the least I can do for you all after tonight. And don’t be too hard on Auntie Selina. Me and Mom swore her to secrecy, even from you guys.”

Batman jerked a little at the mention of Catwoman’s real name, jaw twitching for a second. Behind his cowl, his eyes narrowed. Marinette laughed, easily reading his body language and expression.

“She never told me who you are, but she didn’t exactly hide it either. It was easy to put the last pieces together on my own. But don’t worry, SHE swore me to secrecy too. I won’t tell anyone.

“How the hell are you related to the Laughing Asswipe from Hell?” Red Hood blurted out, his confusion clear even from behind his hideous helmet. Marinette burst into giggles, and both Pamela and Harley smiled knowingly.

“Mom gave me up for adoption when I was born, so I spent my whole life in Paris up until now,” she admitted. “Mom didn’t visit me for the first time until I was eight, and she and my adoptive parents are so awesome that it must’ve suffocated the worst traits from his DNA before they had a chance to develop,” she guessed out loud with a good natured smile.

Batman grunted. Marinette knew that one run-in wasn’t enough for them to trust her. After all, she was still the biological daughter of their arch enemy. But she didn’t mind, she understood the caution even if she didn’t fully agree with it. They weren’t outright hostile, despite the fact that Robin had never stopped glaring at her since they fought back-to-back against the mob of thugs earlier. She could live with their suspicion, as long as they continued to not be outright rude or mean to her.

At least she could empathize with Adrien now, whenever she figured out how to break it to him that Hawkmoth was definitely Gabriel and couldn’t be anyone else. Hopefully she could help soften the blow for him a little.

Harley and Ivy were starting to herd Marinette towards their car and take her back home, where they could continue to smother her in care and make sure she didn’t have even a scratch on her, when Robin’s voice stopped them all in their tracks.

“You are a surprisingly capable combatant.”

Marinette froze, blinking in surprise for a second before turning to stare at Robin in shock. The rest of the Bat Clam was doing the same, nobody expecting Robin of all people to be the first to directly complement Marinette. He tutted, crossing his arms, but never moved his gaze away from Marinette’s eyes.

“But your form could use some work. Most of your style is incredibly improvised, which I can appreciate since you do it well, but you would benefit from more structure in your fighting. I will set up a time and place for us to spar. We start in two days, if you think you can handle it.”

It took a while for what Robin said to sink in, and another few seconds for Marinette to decipher what his semi-aggressive, order-phrased proposal really meant. And she smiled.

“It’s a date.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Woo! This started off a little rough, but I really like how it ended up! Thank you, Anon!

#ml x dc #maribat #mlb x dc #eventual daminette #pre daminette #daminette #Bio!dad joker #bio!mom Harley Quinn #Joker Sucks #Request #Oneshot #Fanfiction #crossover

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sophrosyneadrift · 3 years

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Soup’s Up

So...it’s been a LONG time since I’ve posted any of my own actual words on here, but I’ve been inspired by @bomberqueen17’s series on casseroles and my thinking is that, according to the season, I will try and manage one of my own about soup.

(Yes, yes, I understand that soups aren’t NEARLY as exotic as casseroles to the vast majority of people who don’t live in the parts of the world that eat casseroles, but as someone who DID grow up eating casserole on the regs they are both about as equally exotic. I.e. Not At All. And they’re both Cold Weather Foods and soups heat up the house when cooking too. So yeah.)

(Also independent of whatever else happens and whoever else reads this my current recipe collection is 1) in shambles and 2) soup-wise, largely dependent on a cookbook that’s disintegrating (Bakery Lane Soup Bowl my beloved) so this will, at the very least, serve as a good collection for my constantly ailing memory. Assuming this hellsite doesn’t croak forthwith. Whatever.)

SO, all that said...I think it’s best to start with a cheap, easy, and solid old standby: Tomato Soup.

This is a wonderful recipe because it’s not only incredibly fucking easy and fast in the world of soup, but ALSO requires at most three main ingredients sans spices and add-ins, and involves extremely little cleanup. This is the holy trifecta I look for when cooking, as I am 1) hypoglycemic, and thus short-tempered and often bewildered by recipes when hungry, 2) constantly forgetting things that are not staples at the grocery store, and 3) very much NOT into cleaning up after I’ve cooked, so the easier that process the more likely it is to happen.

But PLEASE get to the recipe, Kat, you say, and thus I will say you need these things:

- some form of crushed tomatoes or sauce. I use canned crushed tomatoes usually. Whatever brand will work. You can use the type with garlic or other flavors thrown in. You can even use canned chopped tomatoes instead, if a chunkier tomato experience is what you like! I am not a picky cook. I AM fond of expediency.

- some sort of cream. Heavy or light or half & half is fine. I usually have half & half on hand so that’s what I use.

- some sort of stock, or stock-forming substance with an appropriate amount of water. Beef or chicken or veggie will work. Bouillon cubes will work. Boxed broth will work. From scratch will work. My preference is Better Than Bouillon, chicken flavor, which is a paste type of thing you add to water. Knock yourself out.

- flavorful add ins. You can be as fancy or simple as you want here. I, personally, enjoy just salt and black pepper to taste, with a good few shakes each of dried basil and oregano, and a couple of shakes of red pepper. Sometimes I add garlic powder if I remember but usually I don’t.

Now, for directions:

Take your tomatoes and put them in a pot. I’m not going to give you an amount that will work for you if you’re only cooking for one or two people, because I have only ever cooked this for minimum 4 hungry people, usually more. So I take a 28 oz can of crushed tomatoes and whack it in an appropriately-sized pot.

Add broth or water&bouillon combo until the tomatoes are about as watered down as you want them. This depends on what kind of tomatoes you’re using. If you’re using crushed tomatoes you’ll usually need about half as much broth as there are tomatoes (14 oz for a usual batch for me, so...a little less than 2 cups). If you’re using chopped tomatoes you’ll have to cook them down a bit & add a little less broth or equivalent. If you’re using proper tomato sauce (like a can of Bertolli’s) you’ll need to add a little more broth...like a little less than half a cup, maybe?? Idk. Depends on how you like your tomato soup. I like mine more tomato-ey. I also add more bouillon to my water than the package says to, because they can’t tell me what to do.

Heat this up on a little less than medium heat until it’s JUST barely at a boil. Keep an eye on it. Stir occasionally. Tomatoes are a bitch and a half to burn.

When it’s heated, turn it down about two notches (!!) and add your cream. You want a good pour, that gets the color to about the point where it looks like Tomato Soup you may have had from a can at some point in your life. I never measure this part, but for my large recipe purposes I would use probably about...a quarter cup?? Maybe a little more?? Idk. If you like it creamier put more. Put your spices in too, at this point!

Keep this on the lower heat setting (and continue keeping an eye on it and stirring occasionally) until it’s thoroughly warmed through. Do NOT boil it; dairy is fragile. I usually stick my finger in to see if it’s warm enough, but I have a lot of heat tolerance and very few nerves left in my hands and can’t recommend you try this at home.

Once it’s warmed through, turn the heat ALL the way down to low and let it sit for about five minutes to let the flavors mingle even more. You can take this time to contemplate why it’s so fucking cold outside, or why the fuck you waited so long to eat something. You can also take this minute to make a grilled cheese to eat with your soup. I usually do a mix of those three options.

(My preferred quick grilled cheese is an everything bagel with pepper jack and ham, thrown in the toaster oven with the two halves open until the cheese melts and then taken out and squished together. I am a man of simple tastes.)

And finally: Eat!!! I recommend eating the whole thing. This soup was not necessarily made for leftovers, sadly (its only real weakness), although you CAN reheat it in a pinch.

And that’s all she wrote. I hope you enjoyed this! If not then please take appropriate measures, as I will probably be posting about soup intermittently for the foreseeable future. Please fasten your seatbelts for the rest of the soup journey.

#the wonderful world of food #soup season #soup #tomato soup #news now: local cryptid chirps info the void

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kenny-power · 3 years

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Gas Station Coffee

Sodapop Curtis x Reader

Warnings: slight use of language,

Fluff

A/N - this is my first imagine for The Outsiders. IDK if anyone would actually read this, but please feel free to vote or comment, just so I know you're there! I also will try my best to keep the imagines gender-neutral to include everyone. Thanks so much!

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If there was anything I hated more than working the night shift of the rowdiest diner in town, it's the walk home. Feet sore, smelling like ketchup and stale coffee - it was the worst part of my mornings. Of course, I could get a car, but then I wouldn't be able to afford food for a couple of months. And I won't even think about asking for a ride home, the people who hang around the diner in the late hours of the night and early hours of the day are always unpleasant, coworkers included.

So, that leaves me stuck with walking home. Honestly, I'm probably being dramatic. The walk from the diner to my single-story family home is only about 30 minutes, 25 if I'm feeling particularly motivated (meaning I have something at home that I need to study for before taking a quick nap and going to school). Being a senior in high school and having to single-handedly support myself and my little brother is a real drag. It's tough, but it's life and if I don't do it, then nobody else will. Because there is no one else.

I never knew my father, and from what I gathered, he was a real bum. My ma is a different story. She was the light of my life, my best friend. As little as our small family had, she made the most of it. That is, until she passed away last year. Cancer is a bitch.

Anyways, tonight's shift was a hard one. There's a rodeo in town for the weekend, so the amount of customers there was more than double, yet the tips still sucked. I had gotten yelled at and berated by so many different people over the littlest of things. If I didn't need this job to survive, I would've quit a long time ago.

My head is pounding. Golly, I need a coffee.

Just in luck, I was about to pass a DX station. Now if I could help it, I would steer clear from coffee from a gas station, something about it is always a little off. However, desperate times call for desperate measures and I couldn't afford to be picky with the quality of my coffee.

Sighing heavily, I trudge into the station. The bell above the door rang cheerily, signaling my entrance. Faintly, I heard the person covering the front counter groan quietly. I stifled a laugh, I would probably have the same reaction to a customer coming in at 6:30 in the morning.

I made my way to the back of the store, straight for the beat-up coffee machine. Grabbing an insulated cup, I put it under the dispenser and waited for it to fill with the beverage. Yawning, I pick up the now full cup and trudge my way over to the checkout counter. Setting the coffee done on the counter, I start to rummage around in the apron I'm still wearing, looking for loose change.

"That'll be 35 cents," a male voice says softly. Pulling the change out, I finally look up to hand it over. I make eye contact with the cashier and, I kid you not, he was the prettiest boy I have ever seen. He gives me a faint smile and I realize I still haven't given him the change.

"Oh, sorry!" I say quickly, putting my quarter and dime in his outstretched hand, our fingers barely brushing. A small electrical jolt runs through our fingertips and we make eye contact again.

"Rough night?" He asks, gesturing to my unruly hair and stained Dingo uniform.

"Ugh, yes," I groaned, trying to comb through my hair with my fingers. "There's a rodeo in town this weekend and apparently everyone there wants to eat at the Dingo." He laughed a little and my heart skipped a beat. What a beautiful sound.

"You work at the Dingo?" He asked.

"Every week-night and during the day on weekends."

"Wow, that's a lot. You look don't look old enough to have a full-time job. Do you go to school anywhere?" I smiled wearily, I get this question all the time.

"I'm a senior at the high school, I just work a lot to support me and my little brother." The boy's face brightened. What a truly beautiful sight.

"I do the same thing! I work here to help my brother Darry with the bills, only I don't go to school anymore." I smiled at his excitability.

"How very noble of you, brother-of-Darry."

"It's Sodapop, actually." He said.

"That's your actual name?" I asked.

"Says so on my birth certificate," he replied.

"What a wonderful name," I said, "very original." His face colored red.

"Well, my pops was an original person," he said proudly.

I told him my name.

"It suits you, except for that last name bit. Bet I could convince you to change it." Now it was my turn to blush.

"Are you flirting with me, Sodapop?"

"What if I am?" He asked, leaning his elbows on the counter and getting closer to me. "What you gonna do about it?" My heart fluttered inside of my chest and If I could have any turned redder, I probably would have. I cleared my throat, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Oh my, you are too much." I checked the watch on my wrist for the time. "Oh shoot, I need to go home." I smiled at him and turned to leave, coffee in my hand.

"Wait!" He said, catching my arm. "Can I see you again?"

"Maybe," I said, raising my coffee cup in a toast and smiling at him. "Bye, Sodapop." I stepped out of the DX and took a sip of my drink. Disgusting.

Yet, I somehow knew that I'd be coming back for more gas station coffee.

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagines #sodapop curtis #sodapop x reader #80s #ponyboy michael curtis #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #dallas winston imagines #darry curtis imagines #darry curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle

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mettywiththenotes · 3 years

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About Stan body count:he hasn't killed 40 heroes before he was arrested, he killed around 23(if I'm not wrong), this hints that he has been killing people offscreen (who knows wheter or not the samurai dude is still alive just by this fact, what if he killed all those who defected, Death arms probably died too)

(In reference to this post about Dabi and Stain's body count)

Okay so I was really racking my brain trying to find where this was mentioned. I looked at Stain's wiki and it said this too, but I was also trying to find if there was any reference to these numbers in the manga. Finally, I found this

From chapter 57 regarding the 17 who were murdered

With the 24 injured, I did find this one panel here

From chapter 49. It's the only one I can find that implies 24 seriously injured. It doesn't say it outright, but, I'll take it (4 x 7 = 28, which isn't 24 but it's near as damnit. Or maybe it's actually 28? But Stain's wiki says 24... idk lol I'm bad at math but I can't find any other panel that actually references those who were seriously injured so...)

This is very interesting actually! In the linked post, I was thinking it was 40 in the past too, but thanks to this, it looks like his only count was 17 murders, 24 seriously injured

Which actually... amazes me more. I kept saying about how, with him being a famous killer, and the name Hero Killer, you would think he'd killed hundreds or millions!

40 already seemed like a low-ish number, but 17? It's amazing that, for an independent famous murderer, his kill count is lower than you'd think it would be!

I mean, for me, it definitely seems low. Again, with the whole "famed murderer" storyline, how old he is (31) and his alias alone, I would have thought higher

There's a lot to take into account with those murders though. Based on before he went to prison, with the 17 murders, it suggests that Stain was picky with who he killed?

Maybe, when he just started out, he would give Heroes who begged for mercy a chance to redeem themselves? Or maybe it was just harder to trap Heroes on account of their quirks? The latter actually seems more likely. I mean, Stain has his blood quirk, but he's basically human too. No heteromorph qualities that could help his agility more than normal, no speed or agility quirk, no strength quirk either. If the majority of those he tracked down had those kinds of quirks, then it would have probably made it harder for him to trap and kill

Kind of similar to Aizawa in the USJ battle (or in general). He erased quirks with his sight but he still had tricks up his sleeve, which was likely the case with Stain but there were definitely Heroes who slipped out of his grip

There's also the fact that Stain started to train in the art of killing from his late teens

So, it really varies but, ages 16 17 18 or 19 he could have been doing his soapbox speeches. Then "in the ten years that followed" of training, that brings us to ages 26, 27, 28 or 29

We don't know exactly how he trained. Could he have just been practicing with his blades with a dummy target? Or could he have at least killed a few people in order to sharpen his skills and train? Idk, but if he actually did kill people, I don't think it would have added to his kill count

Stain is 31 years old. When he finally went full Hero Killer (again it varies in age), he was in his late 20's. That gives us a 2-to-5 year gap between when he started out and before he went to prison

2-to-5 year gap for 17 murders. With the 24 seriously injured Heroes, I would say Stain simply didn't have enough skills to catch up with and/or trap all of the Fake Heroes

I guess maybe this shocks me because, in most media, you hear of a famous killer and their total count is something in the 60's, or in the hundreds. Sometimes even millions. Yet the killer in this series had a total of 17 kills

This also shows that Stain is actually a pretty recent Villain! For how long the system has been in place and how long he's been alive, he's very much famous for having that many kills in under 5 years and not being captured yet! Very interesting!

So, fast forward to now with the "40 murders" comment, I think you're totally right that Stain started to catch up with his work. Stain got out of prison, ready to catch up with the world, to find the media naming every retired fake Hero. Without meaning to, they served up targets to him on a silver platter! So he went to killing

17 murders before prison, which means he killed 23 Heroes after he got out to get a total of 40

I think he would see them retiring as being fake Heroes and not sticking it out to the end, regardless of the reason (I know we've focused a lot on Heroes who were only in it for the fame, but wouldn't there also be Heroes who are simply too traumatized to continue? I mean idk I know the majority are fake but, come on, there's gotta be at least one or two Heroes out there who would gladly help everyone but are just too traumatized to act...)

Though, personally, I hope he didn't kill Death Arms😔 I actually liked him

Thank you for letting me know about this! I honestly forgot all about those statistics, so this really helped in my understanding of Stain :)

I'm gonna edit the linked post with my thoughts on this and ALSO how it could relate to Dabi now. I also really need to make a post about independent villainy VS villain groups, cuz I thought about that while answering your ask so. I’ve been inspired to write more about this haha

#many thoughts head full #this ask really got me thinking now lol #thank you for the ask!😊#bnha #bnha 326 #bnha manga spoilers #boku no hero academia #stain #chizome akaguro #bnha asks #asks with metty #lastsunlight

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szynkaaa · 4 years

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as usual, I’m delivering quality content to the fandom in the form of bad memes ft. my OC

Fair warning, if you touch Brahms’ face - regardless whether you’re holding a sandwich or not - he will grab both of your hands and keep them there because our boy is t o u c h s t a r v e d.

Some Brahms headcanon

He’s a classical boy no questions asked - probably because he never really listened to anything else and his parents beat Mozart co into his head from very little on. I don’t think he’d be too willing to try to listen to new stuff, especially more modern things

I do think that he’d be more willing to listen to soundtracks though? I can see him taking a liking on Opera Maria and Draco (since Mozart’s Zauberflöte was playing for him too). Or piano pieces such as Valse D’amelie, some Ghibli soundtracks too. I don’t think he would like anything too omnious tho (like... the Bloodborne OST for example. good shit tho)

Ghibli movies!!!! iirc, the house didn’t have wifi and had bad phone reception. There is a landline phone, to which Brahms had access to control the line and cut it off any time. So it is safe to assume there Heelshires did not have a TV or computer in the house. But anyway, I do think that if introduced to movie entertainment, Brahms would love Ghibli movies.

He’s a crafty boy, he made himself a No Face mask the next day. I think that Princess Mononoke terrified him a little, with the boar god turning into a demon and stuff. Def a Spirited Away fan though. Maybe Arietty too, since in the movie the borrower family has to be very careful when moving around to not be discovered and I think He Relates (tm)

ok probably a fan of animations in general. I do think that he’d be picky about which one though - while he does strike me as a smart boy, he did live a very isolated life, so I think if he doesn’t get too many of the references, he probably will stop watching it. Like, I don’t think he’d be a fan of Star Wars the Clone Wars series for example. But Over the Garden Wall or Adventure time? probably more up his alley.

Also disney movies.

I think a lot about chucking the Harry Potter series or the Narnia Chronicles or the Hobbit at his head and tell him to read those too.

Touch starved but also Does Not Know How To Do Human Contact. idk about you but the way he dragged Greta away? Homeboy could have hurt her he could have just grabbed her around her waist and dragged her away.

Watch out, once you show him how to return a hug, you will be walking around the mansion with a 193cm backpack glued to your back.

He Is A 33 Years Old Virgin And This Is The Hill I Will Die On

Probably needs to be taught how to kiss properly too

moving on before things get too NSFW lmao another time maybe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I don’t think he’d be very talkative. The most you’d hear him talk is when he is keeping up with the haunted house shenanigans using his child’s voice to make demands and stuff.

turns back to his OG voice when he is desperate and mad (as we know). It shouldn’t happen too often though as long as you stick to the rules and don’t leave him lmao.

In a scenario where he comes out of the wall more often to be close to reader/OC, he’d still be using his child voice to communicate, but it would mostly be three-word requests/questions. He’d be using head gestures a lot (nodding, shaking his head, tilting it sideways etc.). And probably gets grabby and physical too if he is displeased.

That being said, Brahms’s love language is physical touches for obvious reasons.

If you’d ask him to use his normal voice, he wouldn’t be used to it. Probably be very cracked and a bit shaky. He always talked to his parents in his child’s voice too - although I highly doubt that they really talked much over the years. Probably communicated a lot with knocking on the walls and with the parents shouting stuff through the room knowing he will hear it.

Ask him to spend his reading sessions with you face to face and have him read the chapters out loud to you in his normal voice to practice getting used to it. He can cuddle you while he’s reading as a compromise that should pacify him

whops that turned out a lot longer than I intended it to be pls talk to me about Brahms I love him so much

#szynkART #cepheus baskerville #brahms heelshire #brahms #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms x reader #the boy movie #the boy 2016 #the boy (2016)#brahmbling

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communistkenobi-archive · 3 years

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Okay Canada snack time:

1) the states also don’t have all dressed chips apparently? Which is a shame because they’re my second favourite (my first favourite is Old Dutch’s sour cream and green onion ripple chips. Love those)

2) US cheetos are so much thicker/rounder than in Canada?? The cheese/chip ratio is all off

3) Kitkats taste different in the states. I don’t know how to explain it, they’re just off

4) confession: I don’t like poutine. Overall I’m just really picky and I don’t like gravy on anything 😫 I’m a fraud in my own country

all dressed chips are like the best flavour ever they’re sooooo good. Idk what US cheetos are like but if you buy the original kind in Canada (or Ontario at least) they’re pretty puffy but they’re like long? idk they aren’t round cheese puffs but maybe you can buy those too, I’ve never looked for them.

most chocolate bars I’ve had from the US taste pretty different to me compared to Canadian versions. My one US friend told me it’s probably bc of corn syrup + different dairy regulations but idk how that bears out.

poutine is really good but its very easy to get served bad poutine in my experience. you need crispy fries that won’t go soggy too quickly and good beef gravy stock, otherwise it’s way too salty and the fries go mushy. I’ve also had vegetarian gravy on them before too and that was pretty good, so it just depends!

#misc.txt #questions in spaaace #food mention #I guess I should tag the other asks with that too lol

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shygirlsimps · 3 years

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How similar am I to the brothers and a mini rant about them idk

Not much to say for Lucifer, well actually a lot but ima shorten it bc it makes me mad (my previous post says it all basically), so I mean yeah it’s love hate thing with him I either wanna hit or hug him so he’s ranked either 5 or 6 out of the brothers gets bonus points for his daddy issues and being a dad who has a son with daddy issues hahahahahah Ima satan kinnie I will not confirm nor deny my issues with my dad 🥴👁👄👁💧

I mean ironically enough I do watch horror movies and ride rollercoasters even if I’m hella scared like even if Im so scared I wanna cry I force myself it’s weird I got issues, he’s my current fave, this tsundere dork is so adorable I wanna hug him so tight, especially when his brothers make fun him like stop leave him alone but I also wanna tease him and if he teases me back i would hit bc I have this issue where I hit people I like

I mean yeah he’s one of my kins and third fave, I just wanna tell him hes valid and I will gladly be an anime simp with him and cosplay and read manga and all that but our convos would mostly be us ranting or awkward asf bc I’m so awkward at first at least bc once I get comfortable I’m idk lol I got so many embarrassing stories like the one where I accidentally rejected a cute boy I liked when he was flirting bc I didn’t know he was or when I panicked and told the person I was talking to I have weak bones and he looked me up and down smiled and walked away

He is also another one of my kin’s and my first favorite but is now second, playing the game he immediately caught my attention and his backstory and daddy issues made me like him even more idk why I got issues anyways, we are so similar from being nerds to anger issues to piano playing etc, my whole family calls me a need just bc I read and get As well use to it’s been rough but they’ll never know they just think I’m being lazy now im just the awkward version of him that is super shy and has like two friends and no connections but ironically a lot of people know who I am I just don’t know them it surprises me when they talk to me I’m like I’m sorry who are you

before playing (just off looks) I thought I was gonna fave him femboys👀might also be gender envy I’m still discovering but idk I just didn’t maybe bc I’m so insecure shy and not liking emotions and he’s outgoing confident and touchy, but I still like him alot Bc like everything I’m not and opposites attract and I need him to help me come out of my shell and help with my skin care, Hell bring out my crazy that comes out once in while, his rank usually switches with Lucifer between 5/6

I mean he’s so sweet and nice it’s a little off putting to me, I really wanna like him a lot but I have trauma, plus just knowing he’s always (well not always but yk) working out or eating and is like 6’4 and super muscley is just like a no for me bc I’m disabled yes weak bones so even though I can walk dance and do normal things, i can’t do everything like run or jump and if I do it’s usually with pain, plus I’ma 4’10 (I thought I was taller but I’m not😭) 18yr old girl who’s been described as petite and fragile and quite frankly been given the kids menu one too many times it’d just be weird, also I got a love hate relationship with food I’m picky and other things like weight are a factor I thought about this too much hes ranked 7 I’m sorry Ik he’d be sweet about my issues but no

This sadistic mf who killed me I should freaking hate you but ima push over and for some reason you’re ranked 4, is it my love for purple stars the moon and the night idk but I get insomnia a lot so it’s ironic, but there’s something about him that I just like, I feel it’s my own trauma that makes me like him I mostly always like the daddy issues or edgy characters i mean Shoto,Dabi, Levi,Eren, Light, Zack. I just wanna lay down with him while he sleeps and I brush his hair and read or play games with him on my lap

I am done and if you read this all thank you now you know I’m basically a mix of taiga from toradora and hori from horimiya lowkey kaguya from love is war could also maybe be described as a little bit of Todoroki Bakugou and tamaki also excuse my mess of typing I hope it wasn’t too confusing

Anyways if you wanna be friends or Mutuals I’d be happy :))

#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me #omswd #obey me!#obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me levi

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disney-rapunzel-merida-vanellope · 3 years

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-…………..😬…………… so…….. I’m not the biggest Alice in wonderland fan……. DONT CUT MY HEAD HEAR ME OUT. I like logic……… ok so its not like i hate the movie. I have a love hate relationship with the movie but the story itself is just so frustrating to me. I dont see the point. I dont understand. And i know thats the point but for a story that is supposed to be batshit crazy, imaginative, insane…. It just feels frustrating to me. I enjoy the movie enough, the animation is great, it has some nice moments, i like some of the world. What i love more is the play cards, garden roses, tea cups, old England mix of aesthetics. But as a whole, it just frustrates me how Alice never does, gets or goes where she wants. Something is always in her way, holding her back, running from her or mocking her. The movie is also very quiet i feel. Idk if i where to to a movie with no logic id just go all out with crazy animation, visual gags, different art styles like in the dumbo elephant parade scene, worlds beyond imagination, ridiculously catchy and hardcore songs…. Idk. Its frustrating, makes no sense and is too quiet. Ok imma stop the slander and actually go rewatch the movie to see if i change my mind. But please alice lovers, its not you, its me 😭

- i must have seen this movie as a child but i dont own it in. Watched it in kindergarten or rented it…. Or maybe just watched some clips of it on the magic English collection and never actually watched it as a kid… but that side story of the shells was so nostalgic… idk

- the opening shot is beautiful

- disney has many great cats and Dinah is 100% one of them. If she had gone with Alice the movie would have been better

- laying on the daisies omg iconic. I wanna recreate that in photos

- I’m curious by nature… not enough to go through a whole on the ground tho. Again, why didn’t Dinah go??? Doesnt curiosity and cat go hand in hand?

- the falling down the hole bit is so good. Love her interacting with the objects and all the background details

- her hair is so voluminous, tell me your secret girl

- shes on drugs the whole movie

- those cookies look delicious, id eat them too

- i love the turning big and small bits

- she went from crying a river to being upset at herself for crying a river in 1 second. She really said “ugh i was so dramatic just now”. Honestly same

- hate the oysters story. Way to ruin the whole mood and we’re not even mid way through 😭 JUSTICE FOR THE OYSTERS and I’m not a fan how it just pulls us out of the world entirely. Sorry but I’m gonna stay picky

- its like in into the woods. Big woods and something weird is happening in every corner of it

- the rabbit’s house is the best setting. Love the details so much, i want my house like that yep yep

- everyone is so dumb 😭 why is the dodo burning the house? Why is the rabbit helping him lit the match? Why does alice keep eating? EVERYONE STOP

- love the butterfly pun 😂

- i love the flowers scene so much….. and then they start bullying alice……. I JUST CANT HAVE NICE THINGS

- THE WHITE ROSE THO ✨

- the flowers character designs are SO GOOD. This scene is just so colorful and pretty, really wish that last bit wasnt attached to it 😒 such a polarizing scene

- love the animation and color pallet of the cat. Thats probably the first outright crazy thing about the movie that i enjoy. Its super creative, the way he moves, disappears, makes body parts do crazy things. It must have been super fun and challenging to animate. The cat in the remake in cuter tho

- the designs of the bunny house & furniture, the flowers, the tea bulls & cups and the animalsXobjects are top tier.

- the craziness at the table is also very good. I love seeing the different crazy types of ways the animators came up to have them serve tea and just other crazy uses for the tableware that doesnt even evolve tea 😭 they absolutely understood the assignment

- guys, today is my unbirthday 👉🏻👈🏻

- that cake looks so delicious 🤤 is it me or does disney make the best looking food ever in every movie except the one where they should? I’m talklking of beauty and the beast. Belle was a guest to have dinner and just stuck her finger on a grey mushy thing GIRL WHERES THE DINNER? THE DELICIOUS FRENCH CAKES OF MARIE ANTOINETTE??? I side tracked and probably have to make this same commentary when i watch batb…..

- drugs

- the trees being so big making the forest so dark and making the sky not visible makes me uneasy. Idk, girl is already lost, bullied in every corner and surrounded by such darkness, makes me feel claustrophobic idk idk

- who cares about talking dodos and talking rabbits?? The real craziness are these glass birds, mirror birds, bird cage birds… THIS is what i wanted from wonderland

- this scene is so depressing but the animals designs are so good 😭

- thanos snapped them away 😳

- i like alice, she has a really cute design, shes a smartass and i feel bad for her but she also frustrates me so much at times cause of her stupid decisions 😭

- i want heart shaped trees with roses too, i dont mind the color

- the backgrounds and animation on the cards in this scene are amazing

- “and the king”kkkkkkkkkk

- everyone cheating to make then queen win 😭 whatever you need to keep you head on your necks

- “and the king” AGAIN 😭

- THEY SUSHED THE QUEEN AND SHE WENT QUIET 😭

- at this point I’m frustrated like alice

- why is everyone disrespecting the queen for that mouse? 😭

- girl, you shouldn’t have eaten both mushroom pieces. Seeing her shrink makes me, once again, frustrated

- I’m always worried for alice in this last bit but its the most crazy and energetic part of the movie so i like it

- i think the ending being a dream was a shock when i first found out about the ending. She goes through all that but its all in her head

- these characters walk a fine line between being alright and annoying. I like alice but even her has her unlikable moments

- its for sure not a movie i put on rewatch just because. I understand why its a classic, it has many iconic scenes and the nonsense might be appealing to some but its not my tea (oh what i did there 👀) i prefer wonderland when its about mysterious unreliable cats that defying the laws of….. having a normal cat body and forest animals with objects body. I totally dont see the appeal in taking dodos and rabbits, whose only thing is they wear clothes, that speak literal nonsense.

#alice in wonderland #disney #disney animation #watching every disney animation movie #long post #disney marathon

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if you could give 3 positive and 3 negative personality traits to each of the next gen, what would they be?

ooh love it. okay. we know i talk a lot. A Lot. i’m doing this in waves. first set of siblings under the cut (wcm). 2.9k. ily!

wyatt i think it’s say kind bc like. he genuinely tries really hard to be a nice person. considerate which is kind of the same as kind but again he like. he knows the elders almost killed him as a little kid he knows there’s a world where he does go dark side and that does weigh on him, so he tries to put other’s feelings first as much as possible. and then third positive trait ummmm generous which again is kinda all in the same category but it’s like. like wyatt is insanely talented not just like as a witch tho he’s that too he’s also like really smart but he’s not a dick about it he’s one of those kids who’s always like i’ll help u with your homework! what r u doing after school later! like. he has a wealth of knowledge and he doesn’t just sit on it he likes to share. this is one of the reasons henry jr is also so close with wyatt because like. they both share this genuine love and interest in the study of like old magicks so to speak like. histories of witches and demons etc most classes the rest of the next gen honestly find kinda boring. on the flipside his negative traits would be like um a tendency to play by the book he’s a little too strict not because he necessarily believes in it but more again he wants to stay in line so as not to get you know. murdered or w/e. another negative trait is a i would say wyatt gets like way too overattached, especially in relationships, but it’s not limited to that. yes he’s a jump then fall guy & i’ve written about this before (multiple times), but i also think it’s the same with like innocents. like the fact of the matter is is that you literally cannot save anyone but wyatt has never and will never learn to accept that and i think he gets. he takes it real hard whenever he loses somebody and gets really pissy and closed off in the aftermath. a third negative trait is like. overprotective. like. in my writings he’s not the twice blessed anymore but he’s still wicked powerful, and he’s also like. the eldest. so he kind of feels this burden to protect his family. it doesn’t help that throughout their youth like chris ever the demon hunter always sought out trouble and leo who Really Didn’t Want To Watch Chris Die Again kind of always passed on whatever the mission was to wyatt. which, yeah, gave chris issues, but it also gave wyatt issues! because in his head, it really is his responsibility to handle these things for his family. and, yes, sometimes he can relinquish this power a little bit like not actively hover over his family while they’re demon hunting, but if he’s not you know. actively there, he’s either scrying or he’s sensing (if he can do that idk) and just. he’s got this feeling that anything bad that happens to his family is his fault. like he has this great power, so if someone gets hurt, like, he should have been there because he definitely could have stopped it. however, this energy kinda harshes everyone else’s buzz, which is why the other tend not to involve wyatt in their plotlines too much.

moving on to chris who just for the record i already wrote for but thanks to the beauty of this site i accidentally clicked the wrong button & now it's gone. so. take two! i don't remember what i said. okay so first trait i'm giving him is. i honest to god cannot remember what i said previously no wait that's a lie because i remember now because it was interesting. because i think chris is interesting, and i think that's a good thing. because like. i wouldn't describe him as likeable i would not say he has the personality trait of Likable™ because like. he doesn't. but people still really like him. because he is interesting. like they see him and go huh wow i wanna know what's going on there all in all i think people kinda gravitate towards him. but of course flipside i think he doesn't necessarily choose to become friends with everyone who approaches him i think he tends to be a bit picky just because you know he's so guarded so i think he has friends but no like. really super close friends. so like first negative trait is he kinda appears aloof because i mean. he's kinda gotta lotta issues you know and it's not something you can really easily explain to someone non-magical because magic is so deeply ingrained into who he is (which also adds to the aloofness because there are just certain topics he'll drop certain things he just won't talk about and its not because he doesn't care or anything it's just like. that's a really big reveal and rather that spin some elaborate web of lies i think chris just like straight up does the i can't tell you that bit, which makes him seem you know well like aloof kinda a little bit dickish). and then of course there's also like. like a lot of vulnerability involved in understanding who chris is he really doesn't have any middle layers nothing that sits between the surface mortal chris and the charmed chris with an inferiority complex it's either you know it all or you know. he just seems aloof. but again like. i think he's interesting. so much so that a lot of people are just kinda willing to look past that. so like. a lot of just external relationships. surface level. & then another defining trait of his on the positive side is clever. because like. he's smart. like i think he's a really skilled witch i think he's an excellent spellcaster and then like. i also think he can do math and stuff (in my fic he is a coder so like. yeah.) but i think it's kind of beyond just like Oh He's Smart i think it's the way he applies his brains applies his knowledge that really kind of sets him apart from the rest i think he really is clever. and then third positive i think chris is resourceful. i think like. i think he likes to have a sense of indepence away from his family because like. i mean he is a halliwell and he doesn’t shy away from that but at the same time he doesn’t really want to like. lean on that rest on well the thing is it’s not even his laurels to rest on. he wants to have this sense of independence and he’s actually p good at getting it. like i having him living on his own (so 2 speak, he has like. 4 roommates? i’m p sure) and yeah he’s not super great at it from just like. a living perspective you know but he’s making it i think like paying his own rent all that and yeah like the food he eats isn’t great and his room is kind of always a disaster but like. he’s made it p far i think a lot farther than people thought he could no disrespect. so i think he's really able to take what lifes gives him and make the most out of it i don't think he likes to coast by on others' accomplishments. which kinda segues into the second negative trait which i think you probably could guess he's overly-independent like independent to a fault. because like. i think he really wants to define himself with kinda comes in a two-fold way because like. okay in-family he wants to. okay so like obvi, there's a major drop off in power between him and wyatt. and i think he's always kinda been insecure about it think what on earth caused such a cosmic fuck up that he's just a telekinetic and then his brother is like. a baby god. so i think chris really feels this need to prove himself worth of a place in the warren line like cement his skills as and really say you know i deserve this title. and then flipside!! he really doesn't want to rely on titles you know he doesn't want respect because he's a charmed one or because he's a halliwell he wants respect off his own merits he wants people to know him by his actions not the legacy he carries. (also maybe gives reason for chris to occasionally use the name chris perry in the altered timeline??) and then. kind of building off that negative trait for his third one i'm saying listless because like. i think the crucial difference between the chris from the dark timeline and chris from the light timeline is like. darktl!chris has always had purpose. like yes it's a shitty purpose it's a burden it's too much to place on one boy but he is the last halliwell you know it's like basically all on him to stop wyatt from you know annihilating the world. (someone should probably tell him the cupitches exist in the dark future lmao) you know from like very very early on in his life darktl!chris has known he's destined for something big and honestly he might fail but he's gotta give it the ole college try because this is the world on his shoulders he's gotta put up a good fight for it. lighttl!chris literally does not have that. he does not have some grand, epic purpose, some monumental destiny to fulfill and like. what is he supposed to do, you know? why is he here? and he feels like he should have some epic destiny hmm well no not exactly he wants some epic destiny but he feels like if there were some epic destiny to be had it'd probably pass over him in favor for something better just like everything else in his life does. like why is he here? literally why is he here i mean okay so like disclaimer is that chris in my story is like. 20/21 and um. also a college dropout lmao haha and like. call a spade a spade we're probz looking at some undiagnosed depression here like give him a zoloft he'll be fine but like. chris feels like he's kinda on a raft in the middle of open ocean in a sense like. the best option is to pick a direction and paddle and hope he reaches land but he's literally in open ocean there are no markers no indicators he doesn't know where to go and like. if he picks wrong he's just heading closer and closer to nothing at all emptiness death whatever And There's No Way To Know Which Way Is Towards Land. and if he fucks up, like, he's screwed. shout out to all my early twenty-somethings. woot woot. but yeah. i think chris really wants a sense of purpose that simply put he does not have and honestly? will not be getting. i am not giving him a prophecy. i am not giving him a destiny. he will have to live with that. and, at this point in his life, i think he's doing a p bad job at that. lmao.

melinda!! baby girl. angel. honestly? i'm going to give her kind too because i think a large part of her just really wants to help people. i've previously called her the most-whitelightery of the next gen, & then also she is currently going to school with designs to become a nurse because like. she's also an empath you know and i think she definitely has aspirations to kind of mix her magical and mortal sides find a balance of both worlds and use her magic powers to enhance how she can better care for people in a mortal way. i'd also say she's really understanding. like, she's the third sibling to the wyatt-chris duo And she's an empath like. even if she doesn't get it, she gets it. like. things are complicated relationships are complicated like she can literally feel all sides of the story whenever there's a wyatt-chris-leo argument and like. what? is only one of them right? is only one of them allowed to feel the way they feel? no. she gets it. she all kinda understands where they're coming from. she understands. and then third positive trait she's really loving. like she's not a person who's stingy with her love (in a platonic sense. i think it a romantic sense it gets a lot more complicated because like. as an empath on the first date well it's just too weird man and it's. it's not like she can't keep her feelings sorted it's just like knowing exactly how they feel about her….. like it's weird. pass.) but i think she really like. i think she loves her family i think she loves her friends like. ❤. wow. on the more negative side i think she kind of like. self sacrificial. like she'll goes to the ends of the earth for the people she loves before she ever stops to think about herself. she doesn't. like she won't self advocate she won't draw a line in the sand when it comes to the ones she loves she fails to um. to see how sometimes her needs might actually be more important that others like. like if she loves you she will walk until her feet bleed. like. you have to be real careful because like. if you ask her to do something like she'll do it you can tack on that "but it's fine if no you don't have to" because if she feels your need to have this task done she'll do it. it's for love. but it's not good. (she will also extend this to non-loved ones again if she feels their need their like desperate need because at the end of the day she's a giver. hey kinda like the giving tree. i think she loves that book.) i also think she's just a shade naive and i kind of hesitate to use that word because like. i feel like it implies kind of a lack of worldly experience and like. melinda has seen a lot. but i think she like really does kind of see the world through rose colored glass i think she believes that people are intrinsically good and want to help each other and um. this can kinda tee her up for a lot of heartbreak and/or disillusionment with the world when kinda the reality is placed there right before her and it just kind of blows. i think it kind of hurts fresh every time. and then a third and final negative trait i think she like takes on too much, from an emotional standpoint, and doesn't really give anything back. kinda the same as self-sacrificial, but like with a twist. like, yes, as established, she has a lot of love in her heart, and she will take on her friend's emotional burdens (as well as any other burdens they might have for her) but then kinda gives nothing in return. she's a bit guarded in a sense. because again. this all comes back to the empath thing. kind of build on the dating thing. you really get live feedback on what exactly they think about you when you unpack, and like. melinda can't take that. she's too in her head on how this directly impacts their view of her and then she's just reading them and not focusing on her own problems you know like. like ladies if you've ever hit like. 1:30 in the morning at a slumber party when shit starts going from hehehe chetoh doost lasdkajldf to like. i don't think i could ever reasonably get married because divorce has really been the only constant in my life and i genuinely don't think i could trust another person enough to tie myself to them legally.? that's melinda's mcfuckin time to shine i think she does play therapist/peacemaker like a lot she likes it because again. she likes helping people! especially the people she loves!! but um. she'll never partake the other direction she really doesn't like getting vulnerable herself because like. you know if your friends are lying to you like you say something really personal and then cap it off with a y'know? and they all go yeah totally but you can feel them going what,,, the fuck. no?? like. like melinda could not take that it has not happened to her yet (probably) but she's come up with the hypothetical and she could not take that. this doesn't really extend to family just because she knows them so long like oh what chris thinks she's lame? okay. wyatt thinks she's overreacting? yeah i know what i've seen buddyboy. & then. for the record. neither or her brothers would never think she is lame or overreacting even If melinda is being lame or overreacting because they just like wouldn't they know her too well. but melinda's def the person who comes up with worst case hypotheticals in regards to her relationship/empathy powers like. all the time.

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