#please register as soon as you're old enough

[intelligentchristianlady]

“Imagine if in every place in this presentation where she references campuses, she talked about African Americans. Or every place she says students, she instead talked about Latinos. There is a subtle but real bigotry that goes on when people target young voters because of their age.” – Marc Elias in the WaPo [behind a paywall]

Okay, "young voters"--you know what to do.

#Republicans #GOP #voters #voting #young voters #disenfranchising young voters #please register as soon as you're old enough #please vote #they don't want you to vote so go vote!

[ashtavula]

Could I please request Diasomnia reacting to a long-lost childhood friend? Like they declared they would marry you one day, but you left unexpectedly and without warning. Now they've finally seen you again and all the old emotions come flooding back.

omfg this is such a cute idea!!

cw: spoilers for book 7

Diasomnia meeting their childhood friend again

Malleus:

-As soon as he lays eyes on you again, all of the air leaves his lungs. It's you. Despite everything, it's you. His feet carry him towards you, and you barely have time to register that he's in front of you before you're engulfed in a tight embrace. Malleus murmurs your name over and over, demanding to know why you abandoned him. Do you know how lonely he was without his beloved fiancée? Do you know how often he wished upon all the stars in the sky that you would return to him? And now you're back, in his arms, where you belong.

-You might think think that Malleus has forgotten his old promise to you, but he starts to refer to you as his fiancée as soon as you're reunited. When you try to brush him off, stating that it's silly to hold him to the words he spoke as a small child, Malleus pouts. He still loves you, and he still wants to marry you. And he intends to prove his devotion by putting a ring on your finger.

Lilia:

-Lilia feels like crying when he sees you again. It's been centuries, but he never forgot you. You let out a startled yelp as he suddenly appears behind you, tackling you to the ground. Lilia practically sobs out your name, burying his face against your chest. He thought he'd lost you, just like he'd lost Maleanor and Raverne. But you came back, and he promises to never let you go again. You are both his first love, and his last.

-You're surprised to see that Lilia's more laid-back now than he was when you were children together. But his desire to take care of you hasn't faded at all. Lilia still tries to feed you, and he still acts out to get your attention. And he still refers to you as his betrothed, despite your ages. When you roll your eyes at him, claiming that both of you are far too old for childhood jokes, Lilia wonders if you'll still think his feelings are a joke when he actually proposes to you properly.

Silver:

-He thinks he's dreaming at first. There's no way you're standing in front of him. Before he can think about it, Silver is reaching out and grasping your hand. He sucks in a breath at the feeling of your warm fingers, and he tugs you closer, his strong arm circling around your waist. Silver leans down, and he presses his forehead against yours. He sighs out your name, and he pulls back to kiss your hand, still in his grasp. When he looks at you again, you can see his eyes soften, and his lips curve into that old, familiar smile. He spent so long dreaming about you, and now he has the real you in front of him.

-Silver immediately starts treating you the same way he did when you were both children. He shows you the animals he's befriended, letting you pet their soft bodies, and he keeps bringing you food he's made. And when he sleeps, he tries his best to stay close to you. When he wakes up from one of his naps to see you smiling down at him, just like you used to do, Silver feels his heart swell. You accepted his marriage proposal when you were kids. Now Silver is hoping you'll say yes again.

Sebek:

-When Sebek sees you again, he feels oddly conflicted. His feelings for you haven't changed, but he worries that you left because he wasn't good enough for you. Still, he can't resist the desire to be a part of your life again. And so Sebek approaches you, intent on finding out if you remember him. He gets his answer when you hug him tightly, happy to be reunited with your old friend. Sebek's cheeks flush, and he scoops you up, crushing you to his chest as he returns your embrace. He hopes that you won't notice his heart pounding as he buries his face in your hair.

-Sebek hasn't really changed since his childhood. He's still loud, and energetic. He still tries to protect you from anything that moves in your vicinity, and he still puffs out his chest with pride when you praise him. And Sebek still refers to you as his fiancée. When you try to dissuade him from doing that, he gets huffy. He insists that he made a promise to you, and that a knight always keeps their promises. And it doesn't take long for him to make that promise real by presenting you with a ring.

#malleus draconia #malleus x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #twst silver #silver x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader #twisted wonderland #twst reader insert #twst x reader #twst

[bxd-decisions]

! CATCHING YOU WITH A SEX TOY ⸻ TOKYO REVENGERS

SYNOPSIS︙ What they do when they find you with a sex toy you were hiding

PAIRING︙ Ran Haitani x afab!reader, Rindou Haitani x afab!reader

GENRE︙ Smut, Headcanons

WARNINGS︙ Masturbation, usage of sex toys, usage of a baton, edging, Dom!ran, Dom!Rindou, sub!reader, fem bodied!reader, penetrative sex, unprotected sex. (Let me know if I missed any please)

AUTHORS NOTE︙ Reposting old work

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK APPRECIATED

◈ RAN HAITANI ◈

You didn't expect Ran to come home so early, since he told you he'd be home late from a 'meeting' of sorts. And you were just so needy for him.

And what better way to get some sort of release than to use your trusty old dildo?

You were imagining it was Ran thrusting in and out of you. Your head fell back on the pillows as moans and whimpers of your lover's name fell from your lips with each movement of the toy in and out of you.

But alas, you knew it wasn't enough, not enough as in — it wasn't Ran Haitani pounding his thick cock inside of you.

Ran came in so silently, and you were far too engulfed in the way you were pleasing yourself with the toy to notice Ran was standing by the door frame of your shared bedroom and watching you. His eyes were glowing with lust.

When you finally fell over the edge with a cry of Ran's name, you finally heard his low chuckle fill the room which made you jolt up from your lying down position, looking right at your lover with wide eyes filled with surprise.

"R-ran… you're home early…" you were trying your best to hide the toy under your pillow, however that was pointless, he saw it long ago when your were busy fucking yourself with it.

The man stepped closer to your shared bed, having a devious grin plastered on his handsome face, and swiftly reaching for his baton underneath his pillow, handing it to you. You were too shocked to register what was going on.

"Do it again. But with this now." He wasn't asking, it was an order and you knew better than to disobey him…

Therefore you silently agreed and got to it, using HIS BATON. And Ran just sat back and enjoyed the show.

But no matter how much you begged for him that specific night, and now matter how badly his cock was throbbing in his pants, he wasn't gonna give you your way.

◈ RINDOU HAITANI ◈

He found a small vibrator in the shower. You accidentally forgot to take it away from there and hide it. So when Rindou was in the shower, he saw it, and he was slightly embarrassed to tell the truth.

But he came over that embarrassment quickly. He couldn't help but let his mind wander at the things you do with that vibrator and the way you moan and squirm under those vibrations. It made him rock hard and he wanted to just see it.

Therefore when he got out of the shower, he took the vibrator with him, and a bulge was very much visible underneath the towel wrapped around his waist. He held out the toy to you, and it made you blush 50 shades of red.

"I… forgot it in the shower" You stuttered and reached for it, taking it out of his grasp, only for him to smirk and shake his head.

"I wanna watch you use it." You choked on your own spit at his suggestion, but you wouldn't lie, that sounded hot.

And soon enough you'd find yourself stripped of all clothing material, lying back on the bed with your legs spread out for your lover and pleasing yourself with the vibrator.

And Rin? He was placed between your legs, still with the towel around his waist, watching you, and letting his hands caress your body.

"Don't cum." He ordered you. Rindou knew your body better than anyone, and the moment he saw you were close to your much needed release, he forced the toy away from your throbbing pussy.

"My turn." Rindou removed the towel from his waist, revealing his rock hard member, he needed to be inside you more than anything at that moment.

He fisted himself a few times until he lined up with your wet entrance, and with one deep thrust he filled you up.

He definitely made sure to do that with you more often.

TAGS: @tokyometronetwork @benkeibear

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev smut #ran #ran haitani #rindou #rindou haitani #ran x reader #ran headcanons #ran smut #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani smut #rindou x reader #rindou smut #rindou headcanons #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani smut #rindou haitnai headcanons #tokyometronetwork #nora's writing

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

Part of the Silverfox AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The library casts a wave of deja vu over you. The smell, the shelves, the soft rustle of patrons trying not to make a noise in the deathly din. You feel like the lost college student, once more trapped in the stacks, trying to eke out a final draft.

Since the calamitous destruction of your laptop, you’d been paralysed to do anything more than sulk. It took a few days to get the energy up to make a choice; buy a new one or find an alternative. The former option isn’t affordable but once you get this script down, you could splurge for at least a chromebook.

Negotiations with your sister were less than successful. She claimed the innocence of children as her shield. She couldn’t control their curiosity. It’s unfortunate that it happened but she’s a mother of two and can’t afford to pay for your expensive toys… Right, but she has a macbook in her luggage.

To no one’s surprise, and to your sister’s expectation, your parents agreed. It’s hard to pay for two kids in this world, your laptop isn’t a necessity. You can dig out the old Windows XP tower from the basement…

It’s futile. You love your family but they leave you feeling that the sentiment isn’t mutual. You can’t blame them. You're thirty, you’re living at home, and you have a job that isn’t really a job.

You settle in at a computer, your newly registered library card in hand. You paid the two dollars for an hour. You hope it’s enough to retrieve your work from the cloud and finish up the last edits. It’s only an hour per hour for additional time.

After getting used to the clacking keyboard and the worn ball of the old mouse, you start to whittle away. You’re immensely thankful for the omnipotent powers of OneDrive. Everything is still there.

You check the time. Ten minutes left. You’ll have to go top up, at least for another hour. You sit back and grab your phone from beside the mousepad. You had it face down on silent so you could focus. It’s only then you see the slew of notifications.

Your mother wants you to grab coffee cream on your way home and your next payment on your still standing student loan is coming due. Under all that, there’s a message from Bucky. You figured he’d be checking in. You are cutting it close to his deadline.

‘How’s it going? Was hoping to have the final draft today.’

Your stomach boils. You can get it done and he’s being less than pushy. Not demanding by any means but you’re taken back to your last job. To the constant pressure of expectation and the oppressive workload that never slowed down. All that and the closed door dealings that left you sleepless and quaky after midnight.

‘Will send over soon.’

The response should be good enough. A promise you can keep. You place the phone down and lean forward, cradling your head as you tell the memories to leave you alone. This is different. This isn’t that office, this is something you can walk away from at any time.

You close your eyes as the world narrows between your ringing ears. The silence of the library is replaced with the muffled ringing of office phones and the smothered voices of employees conferring between cubicles. You see the door, closed again, you feel the edge of the desk digging into your stomach, you hear his raspy words, your insides splinter.

Your eyes snap open as you sit up. No, you’re not going back there again. The computer’s lock screen shines blue at you. Time’s up. You dig around in your purse as you stand. It’s over so let it go.

As you stand at the counter, waiting for the librarian, your phone lights up. You tap your card on the desk before stepping away. You should answer it.

You quickly march across the lobby and into the vestibule between the inner and outer doors. You shouldn’t disturb anyone here. You check the ID again, it’s him.

“Hi,” you answer.

“Hey, I hope I’m not interrupting. I’m just a bit restless since I got back in town,” Bucky plunges right in without small talk.

“N-no, j-just wrapping up.”

“Great. Did you want to meet up tonight? I am working on the recording space and I thought you might like to check it out?”

“Ch-check it o-out?” You wonder. You imagined yourself just handing off the script and bouncing. Get paid and go home.

“Uh, yeah,” you hear him fumbling on the other end, “I was thinking… well, maybe it’s better if I talk to you in person–”

His voice is completely drowned out at the outer doors open and a group of rowdy students enter, completely ignorant to the atmosphere. You expect they’ll get a warranted shush from the staff so you don’t bother. You just turn your back to them and plug your ear.

“A lot going on?” Bucky asks.

“N-no, just… library’s b-busier than I th-thought.”

“Library? Oh, you doing more research?” He wonders. You hesitate again. You’re used to his bluntness. To him not caring about anything but what he wants. That’s an easier dynamic then all these questions.

“L-long st-ory,” your words creak out.

“I’ll come meet you,” he offers, “I got a few books to bring back. Which location are you at?”

Again, you're reluctant. His eagerness surprises you but you assume it’s more impatience. It'll be good to just get this over with.

“O-Oxblood,” you answer.

“Hm, never been to that one,” he comments, “when's good? Like an hour or something?”

“S-sure,” you shrug.

You give up. People don't really ask when they ask. They tell. Your mother, your sister, him.

“Sounds like a plan. I'll just finish up what I'm doing and head over,” he voice catches at the end, “shit, got another call. Talk later.”

Before you can respond the line is dead. You're almost grateful for the abrupt end. You're expecting this writing gig might just be a one-off situation.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #au #silverfox au #silver lining #series #mcu #marvel #captain america #winter soldier

[daltonsluvr]

DANCING QUEEN

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: the story of how jj maybank finally got the girl - told with the help of the art of dancing (1.8k wc)

authors note: based off of the song dancing queen by ABBA, but at the same time not really. back in my jj maybank era i fear! also happy new year! :) requests are officially open for 2024 - so go request if you want me to write something particular!

JJ Maybank could still remember the first time he saw you. His first ever kegger, hosted by some kook he didn’t know the name of - but John B had a crush on this girl who would be there, and so he went along with him.

It was also at said kegger that freshly 14 year old JJ had his first try of alcohol. Sure, he’d taken secret swigs out of his dads stash, but he’d never actually taken a sip from a red solo cup. And now he had, he wasn’t sure he could ever go back.

And so there he is. Slightly tipsy from the beer, but still intact with his senses, and still as brash as ever. He’s standing a little to the side with Pope, and they’re talking about something or another - he can’t exactly recall what.

And then he saw you. He could distinctly hear a song playing in the background, though it seemed like everything disappeared as he watched you.

You were dancing in the middle of the beach, the sun hitting your hair just enough so that it shone like anything, and your dress twirling with your movements. The song was fast but you kept pace with it, your friends laughing along with you as you all swayed to the music.

He swore it was fate. Reaching out to him, telling him something along the lines of “Dude, she’s the girl of your dreams.” He knew it sounded cheesy, but 14 year old JJ was already enamoured.

“You’ve zoned out, JJ,” Pope said, noticing the change in his friends behaviour, and waving a hand in front of his face. “What on earth are you staring at?”

“That girl,” he nodded not so subtly in your direction, though you were too busy dancing to notice. “Who is she?”

The name left Popes lips, and that was it. JJ let your name roll around on his own tongue, testing out the sound of it, before stopping, and smiling.

“JJ-” Pope saw the look on his face, and knew instantly what was happening.

“You mark my words, Pope - I’ll win her over one day.”

——————

You weren’t exactly a pogue, but you weren’t a kook, either. You lived in between both sides of the island, working at your parent’s ice cream parlour to make some extra cash to use for your college funds.

It had been almost a year since JJ had first saw you, and he (coaxed by the other pogues, naturally) had decided that silently pining was no longer the way forward - he just had to talk to you.

And so, after managing to track you down - with the help of Pope and Kiara, of course - he decided to talk to you.

He recognised you as soon as he entered the shop, the bell tinkling behind him as he walked into the room. You were manning the till, your hair tied up as you portioned out the ice cream to the little boys in front of you, who practically squealed with delight as you handed it to them.

Music was playing in the background as you swayed slightly to the beat, humming along as you collected the cash from the boys and rang it up on the cash register.

Eventually, you looked up from the money to see the blonde boy in front of you, with his hair wet from the ocean and sporting a boyish grin.

“Can I help you?” you asked with a smile on your face, turning your attention to him.

“Yeah, um,” JJ started hesitantly, avoiding your eyes and instead opting to look at the flavour options behind you. “Could I have a chocolate ice cream please?”

“Yeah, course!” you went to scoop the ice cream up, but not before JJ took this as an opportunity to introduce himself.

"I'm JJ, by the way," he said, nonchalantly. "JJ Maybank."

"I know who you are, JJ," you laughed to yourself, putting down the tub to look at him once again. "You're Pope's friend."

"You know Pope?"

"Of course I do! Who do you think delivers all our dairy produce?"

"Right," he said somewhat feebly, fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist. "I know your name as well, by the way."

"Oh?"

"Yeah - John B mentioned something about your friend?"

"Who, Amelia?" you smirked at the comment, knowing full well of the unrequited crush that JJ's friend had on yours, although she held a totally different sexual orientation to his.

"That's the one!" In all honestly JJ had no clue what had happened to him. The confidence he had possessed prior to speaking to you had faded, and had left behind a residue of insecurity and nervousness, both of which were traits JJ was not at all familiar to.

"Here's your ice cream!" you gave him the tub back, giggling slightly when he almost dropped it. "That's $5, Maybank!"

He handed you the dollar bill, which you cashed in the register. "You should stop by more often. It'd be nice to have someone my age around."

"Really?" JJ could practically feel his heart flutter at your words, though shoved down the feeling to the best of his ability.

"Well, yeah! Usually I'm left alone with only the company of my customers, which generally consists of little kids with no manners and grown adults who are way too interested in my personal life.

He laughed, nodding as he did so. "I'll have to stop by then!"

"I'll hold you to it." you smiled at him once again, feeling your own heart beat out of its chest as he reciprocated it. "See you around?"

"You know it!" He winked in what he hoped was a confident manner before he turned on his heels, exiting the parlour with a fleeting wave behind him.

Your last words lingered in the air as he left the shop, turning the corner and smiling to himself as he ate some of his ice cream.

He knew one thing for certain - that wasn't the last time he'd visit the ice cream parlour.

——————

"Where on earth are you taking me, Maybank?" you laughed as you walked next to the blonde boy, who merely shrugged his shoulders in response.

"Somewhere away from all of their watching eyes," he responded, indicating at the adults at the venue.

It was now a year later, a year since you'd become wrapped up in the life of JJ Maybank and his pogue friends. Though you still had your own friend group, JJ called you an 'honorary pogue', a title which you were all too pleased to hold.

His friend group all seemed to like you as well - you had known Pope from before you knew the rest of them, so it was easier to get along with him in some ways - but John B had managed to put his previous crush on Amelia aside to become closer to you, and Kiara was just grateful to have another girl hanging out with them.

As for you and JJ, you had only gotten closer since that day in the parlour. You trusted him more than anything, and he trusted you all the same, even going as far as to telling you about the treasure hunt he and his friends were going on, and enlisting in your help.

You had managed to land a special invite to the Midsummers' event, which was where you and JJ now were. Similar to Pope, your parents were both vending for the evening, and so you weren't looking exactly glamorous, donning an apron instead of a gown.

"J-" you started, trying to ask the boy where he was going, but he grabbed your hand and pulled it along with him, releasing fits of giggles from you as you ran (as well as you could while in heels).

"Alright, here we go!" He had led you to a secluded part of the venue - away from everyone else so their chatter was inaudible, but close enough to still hear the music playing.

"Why'd you take me here, Maybank? Is this an ambush?" you joked lightly, acutely aware of the fact that he still had a hold on your hand.

"No," he laughed, the sound sweeter than anything you'd ever heard. "I came to ask you if you wanted to dance?"

"Dance?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh," you looked up at him, chewing the inside of your cheek. All of a sudden, you were quite nervous. "I don't know how to, exactly."

"Sure you do! I've seen you dance before, you're great!"

"You know that's different!"

"Well that's why I took you here! So you can dance, with me, without judgement." You raised an eyebrow at his last words, which he shook off. "Come on!"

He took the opportunity to take you in his arms, still holding your hand, with his other on your waist. You had never been close to a boy before, not like this, anyway.

In the background, you could vaguely hear the music playing a slow song, to which you and JJ swayed to the beat of.

Moments passed. You rested your head on his chest, feeling his breathing hitch every now and then as the two of you continued on, his hand tightening ever so slightly.

JJ had never felt like this before, that was for sure. But you were different to everyone else. Different in the best way possible.

Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system, or the adrenaline rush from having you in his embrace, but he had a surge of confidence to do what he hadn't dared do before that moment.

"Hey," he said softly, prompting you to lift your head from his chest and look up at him from beneath your eyelashes. "Can-can I kiss you?"

He watched as eyes widened slightly, and as your own breathing stopped for a moment. He thought he'd blown it. He was sure of it. He was sure that that was it, you'd hate him and-

"Yes," you breathed, and that was all he needed. He removed his hand from yours and used it to caress your cheek, gently, before cupping your face and kissing you.

The moment was like magic. His lips were soft against yours, leaving you breathless. It lasted for what felt like forever, and when it did end, it left you wanting more.

JJ rested his forehead against yours, hand still cupping your face. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for."

You hummed in response. "Since the day in the parlour?"

"More or less," he smiled, leaning in again. You didn't have to know how long he'd liked you for. Not yet anyway.

All he wanted to do in that moment was be around you, and for that he silently thanked fate, for bringing you to him that day.

He wasn't entirely sure that destiny was a real concept, but in this moment it definitely felt like it was.

#daltonsluvr #imagines #multifandom #multifandom imagines #jj maybank x fem!reader #jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #outer banks imagine #obx #outer banks #writing

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Hi! I love your writing, and I'm usually just a lurker, but I love the verse so could we get more secret!reader with her cat?

Bruce paused outside the door, hesitating.

Jason had said you were... better. And you did know who he was. Hopefully you didn't register him as a threat. He didn't want to ruin the progress you'd made. You'd been out more.

Not coming with Jason to the house. Not unless Damian asked you to come look at one of his animals. Even still... you didn't stay long. Just long enough to do whatever check-up, vaccination, or nail trim he'd asked for help with.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, knocking on the door. He had some money for you. As he understood, you didn't need it really but. If you were going to be their on-call veterinarian, he should probably pay you.

Locks disengaged. Bruce counted four and nodded to himself, only to have to blink for a second when you opened the door. A massive orange cat sprawled across your arm like a baby.

"Is that a house cat or a tiger?" Bruce asked, watching you heft him closer.

"A cat, we think," you answer, stepping back just slightly to let him into the entry way. "Jason isn't-"

"I came to see you, actually," he said, pulling an envelope from his jacket pocket.

"Why-"

"Some money for taking care of Damian's zoo," he explained, giving you an apologetic smile.

"It's fine- Oh good lord Elmer," you break off and adjust the cat who'd started to slide off your arm. His front paws twitching aimlessly.

"Is he okay?" Bruce asked, setting the envelope on the little kitchen table, frowning.

"Just stoned," you snort. "Jason left the catnip on the coffee table and Elmer- well." You gesture to him with your free hand and turned to lay him on the sofa in a sunbeam.

Bruce chuckled, "Can I pet him?" he asked.

"I don't think he'd even notice," you tell him. "He's pretty out there."

Bruce waited for you to move away before he moved forward, mindful of your nerves. He could see the tension in your body as you rubbed your shoulder and pressed your collar closer to your neck. Insecure of the scarring and your voice. And he reached forward. Strokin the orange fur and smiling to himself when he heard the metal file rasp of his purr. "That is a huge cat."

"Do you want something to Drink? Jason said he'd be back soon if-"

He could smell coffee and so he nodded. "Coffee would be nice. It's cold out today-"

"So cold Elmer can't find squirrels to growl at out the window," you snort, going to get him a drink.

"Attack cat, huh?" he said to the cat, snorting as he took a seat on the sofa, stroking the cat gently. And he took a minute to look around.

It was clear you loved the cat. There was a nice cat tree. No real discernable cat smell. And some toys- traces of catnip on the rug still that the vacuum hadn't picked up. And he could tell Jason had probably given you free rein to decorate. It wasn't as... Spartan. And the furniture was fit to sit on.

"He thinks so," you snort, "Silly old man. Creamer?"

"Please," Bruce said smiling. Your voice, while not loud, was clear if you listened but he could see why you'd hesitate to say much. This was the longest conversation Bruce had had with you. And when you come back to the living room, proffering his coffee, Bruce stood slightly to take it. "Thank you," he said.

You nod and smile just a little, "You didn't have to pay-"

Bruce held up a hand and shook his head, "I didn't realize Damian had been bringing you to take care of... Well. All of his animals. It's for your time if nothing else."

"It's not a problem," you answer, looking away. "It gets me out of the house. And I miss- well. I'm supposed to be presumed dead and-"

"It's hard to have a clinic when you're in hiding," he finished, smiling wryly.

And when you nod, shoulders sagging slightly, he could see why Jason was so protective of you. What had happened to you was an injustice. You'd been hurt. And you continued to be hurt. It wasn't just your big over-bright eyes. It was the heart. You wore it on your sleeve.

The Garage door opened and you looked that way, startled and Bruce felt himself tense for just a second. Until your shoulders relaxed again at the sound of Jason's boots on the floor.

"Hey," Jason said, glancing between you and Bruce. He'd noticed one of his cars parked on the street, "the demon try to take in a little of puppies again?"

"No," Bruce snorted, "Thank god. I just came to thank Y/N. And pay her for being his personal vet."

Jason nodded, crossing the floor to kiss the side of your head and give you a squeeze, "Is there more coffee?" he asked, "It's freezing."

You make a soft affirmative noise and slip out of his grip, retreating into the kitchen to make him a mug, ignoring his protests that he could get it and looking down at the cat who was now ineffectively trying to wash his face- staring vacantly at his outstretched paw. "Damn," Jason said, "Just go to sleep buddy."

#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #secret!reader #ask answered #minors dni

[lebenspurpur]

injury

AN: this was supposed to be Vincent x reader, but I guess you can read it as all brothers x reader. also i apologize if this isn't good, i'm currently trying to write a real fic, and it's kind of difficult. i'm praying to the writing-gods though.

Warnings: description of an injury, mention of needles and syringes

The front door flies open with an audible 'bang' as the long-haired artist carries you inside the residence. Behind him trail his brothers, in your peripheral you see Bo’s tense jaw as he tucks his gun away.

Vincent’s boots loudly trudge through the living room. Shortly after he sets you down on the billiard table. Thinking he’s going to leave, you weakly extend a hand, trying to find stability, but he stays. One arm keeps tightly securing your torso, the other sweeps old newspaper off the dusty surface. His movements are fast, he’s hurrying, you think.

Soon, you're laying on your back on the green cloth, the frame of the table pressed painfully into the muscles of your neck. Then he leaves anyway. His heavy boots stomp down the hallway before you can protest. His brothers stay, though.

Bo looks tense, you notice as he appears in your vision and Lester’s forehead is wrinkled in worry.

“Sorry for bleeding all over the table-”, you cringe at your own, faint voice.

“Don’t worry about that now.”, Lester tries to give you a reassuring smile, but the crease in his forehead doesn’t fade and neither does the shake in his voice, “Vincent’ll patch you up.”

Speaking of the devil, his steps come closer again, faster this time. Then he’s next to you, carrying the first aid box from the bathroom. It’s all banged up ever since Bo punched it off the wall during one of his meltdowns. The memory makes you want to laugh, but even breathing hurts now.

Subconsciously, you can hear Bo’s belt buckle click open. You raise an eyebrow in confusion, but before you can attempt to ask anything, there’s the sensation of something leathery against your lips.

“Open up.”, Bo sounds sterner than you’d like, but you comply, biting down on the leather as hard as you can. You know what happens now.

A syringe appears in Vincent’s hand and suddenly cold fear fills your heart. The belt falls out of your lips as your mouth opens.

Memories flood your brain, pictures of helpless victims, twitching as Vincent injected his own little poison into their blood, rendering them helpless.

You don’t think he’s trying to poison you but the idea of a syringe in his hands is enough to make your breath shorten in panic. Meekly, you try to get away from its iron tip and raise your hand to push him away.

“Please, Vincent-”, even to yourself your voice sounds strained and near silent. “Without.”, you manage to croak out, finding his eye behind the waxen mask, pleading.

It takes a rough second of silent praying but, finally, he nods, and puts it to the side. In the meanwhile, Lester pushes the piece of leather back in between your teeth and Bo grabs your arms, pinning them to the table.

“This is gonna hurt, sweetheart, you know that.”, ‘is that warmth in Bo’s eyes?’, you think, “Try to keep still, I know you can do it.”

A weak nod is all you can muster up as a reply, questioning if Bo's faith in you is justified.

You feel Vincent’s hand pulling your leg towards him, and then there’s something cold touching your ankle. You nearly jerk back out of reflex, but his grip is strong.

Sharp blades cut the fabric away from your leg, inch for inch until he reaches the tear in your flesh, oozing crimson. You sense he’s trying to hurry without hurting you, and you wish you could tell him that the pain is already fading into a numb, hot throbbing.

In your confused, half-conscious state, you barely register the cap of a bottle opening before you feel it. Scorching hot liquid, burning into your flesh.

Tears dwell in your eyes as your muffled scream echoes through the room. Your head lifts off the edge of the billiard table, trying to get away, but then Lester’s beside you, gently pressing it back down.

“Already halfway done,”, he whispers, voice laced with shared agony, “You’re doing so well.”

Whimpering, you try to focus on the warmth of his hand on your forehead as Vincent dabs the disinfectant and already-crusted blood away. His other hand squeezes your thigh lovingly as if to comfort you.

His hands are gone for a quick moment, and you mentally prepare for the needle. This isn’t the first time Vincent has stitched you up, but this is the first really life-threatening wound you’ve acquired in all your time in Ambrose. You take a hazy mental note to buy disinfectant without alcohol if you survive this.

Vincent's hands return to your thighs. You bite down on the leather as the needle pierces your skin, pulling the thread through the hole. Grunts turn into weak sobs as he continues swiftly, leaving you with no time to process the pain flaring in your leg.

“Shh…”, Bo’s voice is surprisingly tender, “It’s over soon, darling, I promise.”

His thumb rubs circles into the inside of your arms, but the pain is far too intense for you to notice his soft touches.

It feels like an eternity until Vincent sets the needle down, and you nearly start sobbing all over again when he finally does. This time out of relief.

The ceiling moves as Bo lets go of your arms, and you suddenly feel unsupported, like you’re going to fall over any second. Someone takes the belt out of your mouth, it clatters as it hits the tiles somewhere behind you. A wet sensation hits your freshly stitched-up skin.

Vincent is more careful with the bandaging, testing its tightness before he ties the ends together, so it won’t bother you. You’re scared he'll leave, but fortunately, your concerns stay unverified.

Soft hands find your shoulders again as he’s done with his work, carefully raising your torso off the bloody table. Legs still supported on the edge of the furniture, he adjusts your head, leaning it against his chest, before he lifts you for good, trying to be as gentle as possible. Even in your current situation, his consideration for you warms your heart.

You attempt to catch a glimpse of the table before he walks away but all you pick up is a mess of red, blotched over the remains of your jeans as Lester puts Vincent’s utensils away.

Then the artist turns around and all you register anymore is his heartbeat next to your ear as he carries you away.

#this feels kind of weird to me #like the atmosphere is off #but im going to post it anyway #because even a bad piece is better than a good one if that one's only in your mind #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #slasher x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax 2005 #slasher fandom #hurt/comfort

[imliketheiceifreeze]

Norman Nordstrom x reader

A rose by any other name-part one

warnings: violence, eventual smut, age gap, possible abusive relationship, slight stalking, minors DNI

945 words

[Just a short story, not sure where it's going yet lol]

Master list:

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

You walked passed the house once again. You would never admit to anyone the purposeful detour you took in hopes of seeing him. Norman Nordstrom, you thought his name was, whenever your eyes laid upon him he would be tending to the flowers at his border, or walking his dog around the yard. The poor man had lost his eyesight in the Gulf war, not shortly after he lost his whole family due to a reckless drunk driver. You weren't sure why you felt this pull to the old man, easily old enough to be your grandfather, yet you couldn't deny the dreams that came to you during lonely nights and your cheeks burned as you turned away from the house, a small smile dusting your lips.

Strange, the door seemed open but you couldn't see Norman or his dog anywhere. Should you investigate? I mean what sort of person wouldn't check on a vulnerable blind man? That was the justification you used at least when you ventured towards the open door of the house of a man you had never so much as spoken to.

"Hello. Is everything okay? I was just walking passed and noticed your door was open,"

you called into the house as you poked your head round the door. Your voiced trailed off into a gasp as you noticed the man curled up on the floor, blood pouring from his right side as he gasped for air.

"Oh my goodness,"

you murmured as you rushed to his side, falling to your knees as you fumbled with your phone.

"Sir? What happened?"

He barely acknowledged your presence, only wheezing and clutching at his side.

"You need to keep pressure on the wound,"

you mumbled as you pressed your hands above his, feebly attempting to stop the flow of blood as you clumsily punched the three magic numbers into your phone with the other hand.

"Shot,"

He managed between gasps as he finally seemed to register you.

"You were shot? Okay don't worry, I'm calling for help, you're going to be okay,"

you spoke firmly, looking him dead in the eye, even though you knew he wouldn't be able to see your determined expression. You couldn't help but rub your thumb reassuringly over his hand as you turned your attention back to the phone.

"Yes please help, a man's been shot, he's losing a lot of blood, please."

You were on the verge of tears from the stress as the dispatcher attempted to calm you.

"We'll be there soon, just keep pressure on the wound, is the victim responsive?"

You couldn't remember anything after this, only concentrating on Norman, watching the life fade from his face as tears dripped down your cheeks.

"Don't let go, please stay with me Norman, stay with me."

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"News is with us that visually impaired war veteran, Norman Nordstrom, has been the victim of a vicious home invasion. However, he is stable, suffering only minor injuries, and should be making a full recovery."

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One week later

You sat in the hospital waiting room, heart beating out of your chest, clammy hands fiddling with the flimsy petals of the flowers you'd stupidly brought with you as some kind of get well soon gift. You felt so out of place.

"Y/N."

You jumped to your feet, flattening the creases in your clothes, before making your way over to the nurse.

"He's ready to see you dear, just follow me."

Wordlessly, you shadowed her to the outside of a private room.

"He's just in there."

She spoke so softly, as if she were worried her words might break you. You smiled nervously in her direction before pushing down on the handle, entering the room slowly.

"Hi, Norman?"

Your voice trembled

"and who the hell are you?"

His words cut through you like ice, chilling you to the core. You knew this was stupid, this is what always happens, how could you have been so fucking moronic.

"Well?" His gravelly voice ran shivers up your spine,

"I, uh, well I was there when you were shot, I mean I found you, and I just wanted to uh bring you these,"

you squeaked out, moving closer to the bed and pressing the flowers gingerly into one of his hands. His gaze seemed to soften at your words as he brought the flowers to his other hand, inspecting the petals.

"You brought these for me?"

He seemed bewildered

"I know you can't see them but I always notice you tending to the flowers in your garden and I thought maybe they'd remind you of home, I don't know, it's stupid..."

You trailed off. a small smiled tickled the sides of his mouth as he replied

"Have you been watching me?"

"I live a few houses down, I just walk past from time to time, I'm sorry I never said hello."

"Well thank you... what's your name then? I assume you know everything about me from the damned news papers."

There was a twinge of sadness in his gruff voice as he seemed to get lost in thought.

"Its Y/N, Y/N L/N,"

you said softly, eyes trailing across the lines in his handsome face, down to the soft white beard and cracked lips, turned upward at the corners.

"Y/N,"

he repeated you, the sound of your name on his lips making your cheeks warm.

"Well I guess I should go... I hope you get better soon Norman,"

you blabbered as you turned on your heel, practically sprinting out of the door. Norman said nothing as he attempted to quell the possessive feeling burning in the pit of his stomach.

#stephen lang #norman nordstrom x reader #don't breathe #norman nordstorm

[the-modern-typewriter]

Ngh, I have to agree with that anon, you're really talented at writing vampires who truly feel dangerous, and not just softies with fang. If you like the idea, do you think you could write something about a Victorian maiden alone in her bedroom, waking up to a vampire scratching at her window, begging her to let him in because he's just so very cold, and he longs for her warm embrace to feel alive again. She doesn't want to at first, because even though he's beautiful, he's also pale with long teeth and nails and a wicked smile. But then she gazes into his eyes, and they draw her in irresistibly. Basically, I'm really curious about how you'd write vampire hypnosis, old school Gothic novel style!

Everyone knew that vampires went for the pretty girls and handsome boys, the lords and ladies of fortune and good breeding with their soft skin like fine-china to serve such lethal meals, tucked away from the world and oblivious to the rules beyond their gilded towers.

So, when the vampire first tapped at her window, she assumed she must be dreaming. She certainly didn't think to scream. Instead, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and stared.

Maybe it was already too late, truly, from the first their eyes met. Even if it was only for a heartbeat. She should have known better. Mostly, though, she simply wanted to know - to bite the forbidden fruit of him, and taste the sweetness of such an otherworldly thing.

He was pale and delicate in the moonlight, like a boy from an old painting. A man. He was not a boy, he was a man, and even as that registered, she felt her heart skitter. He appeared older than her, but not by much.

He was beautiful.

It felt a odd to even think it - beautiful. But, he was. The most beautiful thing she had ever seen, though she could admit that there was scant competition. Beautiful things did not often come calling for her.

So, she stared, and prayed maybe god might forgive her a few moments at looking at something so lovely. Surely he would look, too, with a face like that at his window?

"I'm so cold," he said. "Won't you please let me in?"

The fine points of his teeth shone in the light.

She realised she had stood up from her bed. She realised she had half crossed to the window towards him, her trembling fingers curled around the latch. Her breath fogged up the glass and his did not.

She swallowed. Fear - and something else, something unfamiliar - curled like smoky invitation in the pit of her belly.

"Let me warm myself in your arms," he murmured. "For I am so cold, and you are so lonely. Are you not, miss?"

She yanked her hands back from the latch as if she'd been scalded, taking a few stumbling steps back. And...

He grinned. His voice changed, away from its sorrowful longing, and terribly it suited him more.

"That's how the line goes, isn't it?"

She squared her shoulders, heat flooding her face. "I ask that you leave, sir. You are not welcome here."

"Oh, miss." He wet his lips, and craned a little closer to the glass, as if he could feel the warmth of her even at such a distance and longed for it. "The pounding of your heart protests otherwise."

She had no proper response for that, and so she whirled away from him - it - with great determination, and returned to her bed. She put her back to the window and willed herself not to turn and check again.

He was back the next night, and the following, and soon enough she felt a little dizzy from sleeplessness and stolen glances. When she did manage to fall asleep, her dreams were strange fragmented things, consumed by the wicked smile of a pretty man warming up beneath the forbidden press of her hands. He would kiss her neck, and the swell of her chest, and hold her with such strong arms. And his eyes...they would burn into her, as if he had never once been made to be dead, made to be cold.

Curse the creature! And yet, she could not shake the thoughts of him.

After a week of it, she went over to the window again, with every intention of scolding him for his efforts. Just because he was a thing of the night, did not mean he had to be so improper when she was trying to sleep.

Their eyes met again.

His were very pale, as silvery as the rest of him, like a cat's eyes glinting in the night. They were...they were...

"Won't you undo the window latch?" he asked, and then with another quirk of a smile, as if to mock them both. "I am so very cold."

She didn't remember exactly undoing the latch, but then the window was open and the night air was cool upon her flushed skin. It was awful cold, and she shivered.

He rested his arms upon the sill, preventing her from slamming it shut again, but did not enter yet. He watched her as intently and as transfixed as she observed him.

"Are you ready to ask for what you want, miss?"

What she wanted?

"You intend to kill me. I suppose you imagine that nobody will miss me." She jutted her chin up. "I have told the priest of your visits-"

"-You have not."

She faltered.

"But I can humour you, if you wish to tell what you confessed." He raised his brows, a small smile playing on those lips again. "Perhaps that you have allowed a gentleman caller at your window at all hours? Vampires do not go for the likes of you. You must have done something wrong."

Had she?

"At least," he said, with a careless shrug, "I imagine that is what they will say."

"You are a monster. A damned thing."

"Indeed, but that does not mean they will not be quick to find fault in you for my sins. It comforts them, you see, to believe that they would never do the same."

In an instant, like an unravelling of smoke or another glancing of moonlight, he was inside her home. He smelled like snow. His mouth had more colour than the rest of him, red roses to the lily of him, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

"Let me get that," he murmured, and closed the window behind him with a soft click. "I would so hate for you to catch a chill."

She backed up a step, though it was far too late for that.

"You have - my mind -"

"Yes." He closed the gap between them, only to cup her face gently, and oh he truly was cold. It made her gasp. Her knees felt weak. He did not let her fall, cradling her in the careful cage of his embrace. "You could not have resisted. It is not you - anyone would be the same."

"Then why me?" It seemed a small, pitiful question. It exposed too much that she was not the girl that people wanted. That she was the one whose mother was gone, and whose father didn't notice anything, and who nobody in the village would much miss.

"Because." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then her lips, and brushed her hair back from her shoulders to expose the line of her throat. "You are beautiful." He kissed her neck, her aching pulse. "And when I held your eyes in mine," he whispered in her ear, "I could not resist you."

The next night, he was back again, and the window was open.

"Do you know what you want?" he asked.

And she said, "I know what it is like to be the stranger in this town."

She said, "I know what it is like to always be the one outside, never invited in. I understand it all now, and you..."

She said, "it's dreadful cold, sir. Come in."

#all this talk of vampires and I'm in a mood #next thing won't be vampires haha #vampires #writing #story #creative writing #fiction #sometimes I forget how much I love vampires #i know little of Victorian ettiquette

[bewilderedbunny]

Line cook Eddie part 3!

Hi friends! I was not expecting to write this so soon after part 2, but I'm rolling with it. Hope you enjoy it!! 💖 (the word counter I used says this is 666 words, thought that was cute) Flirty fluff, light sexual innuendo, cursing, sort of a bit of angst but not really. Eddie x fem!reader but feel free to switch the pronouns if you'd like ☺️ I had to include ABBA in this because I am a Mamma Mia! fan first and a human being second.

Credit to @delishlydelightfuldividers for the divider 💕

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

During a morning shift, a middle-aged man comes into the diner. He's a bit quiet but polite. He has his "please and thank yous" down pat. You check up on him during his meal and ask how everything is.

"Wonderful, my compliments to the chef." he says.

You smile and say, "He'll be so excited to hear that."

The older man looks up at you and says, "I would mention to him to cut back on the salt a bit. He has done a number on my blood pressure enough as it is." as he says that you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder.

"Hey pops. Was my girl good to you?"

You realize this must be Wayne, Eddie doesn't talk about him often but when he does it's with adoration.

"She was great. It's good to put a face to the name since you're always talkin' 'bout her."

Eddie laughs, a little too loud and you giggle at the pink on his cheeks.

One day during your break you step outside to get some fresh air. You can hear Eddie talking to someone near the dumpster.

"You like that, sweetheart? Look at you. You're just the cutest thing I've ever seen." Your heart aches, aren't you supposed to be the cutest thing he's ever seen? You know he's a big flirt with everyone, but you thought you were special. You quietly creep around the corner and when you finally see him you want to cry. He's squatted behind the dumpster feeding chicken to a scruffy little cat while rubbing its back. It's not even scraps from a customer's meal, this son of a bitch cooked a chicken breast for a kitten who, upon further inspection, reminds you of Wayne with its greyish fur and blue eyes.

He walks you to your car after your shift. He started doing it one night the two of you were working and hasn't stopped. Even when you're leaving before him, he walks you out and then goes back inside.

"I'm in a band, y'know?" He says, drying silverware. He's facing you and has his hip pressed against the counter.

"Oh yeah? An ABBA cover band?" You joke.

"How'd you guess? We do a cover of "Chiquitita" that'll knock your socks off."

You stop rinsing cutlery and look at him.

"I know you're kidding, but I love that song."

"Yeah?" He says, turning away from you. He's known it's your favorite for weeks. You were humming throughout your shift once and he spent the following day at the record store trying to figure out what song it was. He eventually went up to an employee and hummed it to them until they could help him find it. He bought the goddamn ABBA record.

You lightly flick him with water and he acts like you've just waterboarded him, stumbling around and gasping for breath. He reaches toward the faucet and flicks you back, he throws more water than you had and you gasp, "You're getting me wet!" His eyes get huge and he starts to giggle. When you realize why you giggle right along with him.

You come in for your dinner shift one day and notice a stack of papers at the register. You pick one up and see a sketch of a fire-breathing dragon. The dragon is guarding various food items like pancakes, milkshakes, burgers, and fries. All of the papers are copies of this drawing and next to the stack, there is an old box of crayons. You ask your coworker what this is, and she says Eddie brought them in this morning to give kids something to entertain themselves with while they wait for their food. You can't wait to hand them out and you save any colored in pages for the next time you have a shift together so you can show him what a hit they were.

Thanks for reading 🥞💖

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie fluff #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #line cook eddie

[sasusakucoded]

tw: abuse, violence

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Sakura works at a café owned by an old lady. Every morning, she gets up early to help the owner with some tasks. She prepares the pastries and the things needed to make coffee and specialty beverages.

A new customer arrives. Sakura lives in a small town, so everyone knows each other. This is the first time that she sees this man.

Sakura: Ohayo gozaimasu!

Man: Hi, can I have a large cup of cappuccino?

Sakura: Sure.. Do you want anything else?

Man: *looks at the menu board* And a tamago sando please.

Sakura: *uses the cash register* That will be 700 yen.

Man: *takes his wallet and pays*

Sakura: Thank you! Which seat do you prefer? I will serve it to you once ready.

Man: *looks around and points at the table in the corner*

Sakura: *nods and starts preparing his order*

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The man becomes their regular customer. He comes as soon as the café opens and orders the same food everyday. He is always their first customer. Since he always orders cappuccino, Sakura makes sure to give him new coffee art everyday.

Sakura: Here's your coffee. *smiles and places the cup on the table*

Man: Thanks. *notices blood on her finger; about to touch her hand* Your finger—

Sakura: *flinches hard*

Man: *stands up* Sorry! Sorry.. I— I didn't mean to startle you.

Sakura: *bows her head* I'm— I'm sorry too.. I didn't mean to react that way.

Man: Th-There's blood on your finger..

Sakura: Oh! Thanks.. I'll— I'll cover it with a bandaid. *bows again and returns to the counter*

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Whenever Sakura brings his order, she chats with him a little. It's good that the next customer comes in another 30 minutes to 1 hour. That's enough for them to get to know each other.

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Sakura: Can I work tomorrow [Sunday]?

Owner: It's your day off, Sakura. *frowns* Don't tell me you got back with him.

Sakura: No, no.. I didn't and I swear I won't.

Owner: Then what is the reason?

Sakura: I— I want to— Remember the guy who always comes as soon as we open? His name is Sasuke.

Owner: Yes. Oh, you have a thing for him?

Sakura: N-No.. Nothing serious.. I just enjoy talking to him.. That's all..

Owner: Fine. If that's really the reason then I approve.

Sakura: Thank you so much, grandma!

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Sakura and Sasuke become closer. They both feel that there's something going on between the two of them. Sasuke invites Sakura to hang out after her shift. To say that she's excited is an understatement.

Sasuke: Sakura. I want to be transparent with you and I want you to hear it from me..

Sakura: *nervous at the change of Sasuke's tone* Sure.. Go on..

Sasuke: I'm.. I'm an ex-convict. And for that reason, I don't think I deserve you.

Sakura: B-But you're here.. That means you're acquitted..

Sasuke: Yeah, but still..

Sakura: I trust you.

Sasuke: Aren't you scared of me?

Sakura: I know I should be because of what you just told me.. But I'm not.. I'm really not.

As much as her reaction is shocking to Sasuke, he's happy that she accepts him. On Sundays, they spend her day off together at his apartment.

Sakura: *yells* Sasuke, I think you have a message.

Sasuke: *washing his hands* Can you answer it for me?

Sakura: I— I can see your phone?

Sasuke: *confused* Yeah. The passcode is 0723.

Sakura: /thinks/ And he gave me the passcode too? *goes near him* It's from Naruto.. "I received the package. Thanks"

Sasuke: Okay.

Sakura: *accidentally elbows the glass with juice* I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I'll be more careful next time! Please, you can hit me if you want!

Sasuke: *goes near her* Sakura! Sakura.. It's okay..

Sakura: *tries to pick up the broken pieces quickly; gets cuts*

Sasuke: Hey, stop! Sakura! *holds her hands*

Sakura: I'm sorry.. I'll never do that again. *bows her head as if offering it to him*

Sasuke: *doesn't know what that's for; caresses her head* It's okay..

Sakura: *confused but gets up when Sasuke almost lifts her*

Sasuke: *takes her to the sink* Wash your hand.. I'll just get bandaids. *sees she's looking at the mess* Don't worry about it. I'll clean it—

Sakura: No, I'll do it! I must clean it.

Sasuke: You're my visitor, remember? I'll clean it up.

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As days pass, it becomes clearer to Sasuke that there's something wrong with Sakura. Whenever they go out, she would ask him about her clothes. If it's too short, too skimpy, or ugly. It's like Sakura asks for his permission for everything. He keeps on telling her that there's no need to ask but he thinks it's a habit of hers.

He also realizes that she's still wearing a long bandage on her arm. She has been wearing that ever since they first met.

Sasuke: Sakura.. That wound of yours.. That must be deep? You've been wearing a bandage for weeks now.

Sakura: Y-Yeah..

Sasuke: Where did you get it?

Sakura: Um— When—

Sasuke: Sakura, you can tell me everything. I thought we promised each other to not keep secrets?

Sakura: Yes, I'm sorry! *bows* Hit my head please! I made a mistake! I should've kept my promise..

Sasuke: Why do you always do that? I never understood why you kept bowing when you make mistakes? Is that it? You want me to hit you?

Sakura: Yes! Y-You love me, right? If you love someone, you'll correct them.. You'll hit them so they'll remember—

Sasuke: That's pathetic. Who said so?

Sakura: M-My ex..

Sasuke: Your ex hit you regularly?

Sakura: It's okay. It was my fault. I was very clumsy. He hated it. I deserved to be punished. And he loved me–

Sasuke: If that logic even makes sense, then why haven't you hit me ever? I made mistakes too. Don't you love me?

Sakura: I love you! Th-That logic only applies to women..

Sasuke: That's wrong. *shakes his head* Did he cause that wound? *points to her bandaged arm*

Sakura: *nods; tries to not cry*

Sasuke: Sakura.. *hugs her* Please, I want to know everything. *sits her down*

Sakura: *shaky voice* My ex.. He was nice at first.. But day after day, he became irritable. He wanted everything to be perfect. Regardless if it was my fault or not, he would hit me..

Sasuke: Sakura..

Sakura: And that's okay! Most of the time it was my mistake. I— I'd take the beating if that made him feel better.

Sasuke: What did he do to you exactly?

Sakura: Sasuke, I'm fine now..

Sasuke: I need to know.

Sakura: *pauses* He— He would hit my head if I made small errors. He would smack my face when he was frustrated. One time he was so mad because he lost at a computer game that he threw the console hard on my back. It— It hurt.. But that's okay because—

Sasuke: Sakura, you know it's not okay.. *touches her arm* This.. It's because of him, right?

Sakura: Y-Yeah.. I— I wanted to break up with him.. When I was about to leave, he took a knife and tried to hack it on me. He was trying to chase me. I was able to shield myself using my arm and escape.. I went to grandma's house to ask for help. I was bleeding but I didn't feel the pain until I was at the hospital.

Sasuke: *clenches his fist* Tell me his name.

Sakura: *takes his fist and opens it* He's— He's in prison now.. Grandma helped me to report him.. I'm okay now..

Sasuke: Clearly you're not.

Sakura: Hm?

Sasuke: You get startled by the littlest things. You ask for my permission for everything. Sometimes you stutter when you're nervous.. You still believe it's okay to be hit. You are clearly traumatized, Sakura. *holds her hand* I haven't told you why I was convicted—

Sakura: *nods* You don't have to, Sasuke. I— I trust you.

Sasuke: No! Don't trust people easily! Listen. My mom was also abused by my stepfather. And like you, she thought it was okay. But unlike you, she didn't survive the attack.

Sakura: Y-Your mom was killed by her abuser?

Sasuke: Yes. And I stabbed him to death.

Sakura: ...

Sasuke: I was acquitted because the jury decided that it was self defense, which was true. But regardless, I would still do the same for my mom.

Sakura: I'm— I'm sorry to hear that..

Sasuke: I'm glad you were able to walk away. I'm pretty sure your ex was willing to kill you too.

Sakura: Yeah.. It wasn't easy.. After some time, I realized that I don't really love him.. That I was just staying because I didn't want to get physically hurt further. I started working 7 days a week to see him less.. But that frustrated him more.. So, he hit me more when he saw me. I was so stupid for believing that he's doing that because he wants to correct me—

Sasuke: He just wanted to hurt you. If he loved you and wanted to correct you, he should've helped you with your actions.

Sakura: *smiles* Sorry.. I didn't even realize how I acted..

Sasuke: I told you, no need to be sorry. And you're a victim.. You need time to heal..

Sakura: I really thought I'm okay now.. But..

Sasuke: Maybe not yet fully healed, but you will get there. I'll always be here, Sakura.

Sakura: Can I— *hugs him* I was about to ask you again if I can hug you.. It's hard to cut habits.. But I'll try from now on.

Sasuke: Yeah.. *hugs her back* Take it slow.. You don't have to rush..

Sakura: *cries* Thank you.

#abuse tw #violence tw #sasusaku au #sasusaku fanfic #sasusaku fanfiction #from ask #ty anon #sscoded no 281

[00ops1e]

Sunshine for Everyone pt.2

Pricefield! Fluff!

Life is Strange - Max Caufield x Chloe Price

After saving Chloe at the expense of Arcadia Bay, our favorite girls are forced to flee their hometown. It soon becomes apparent that while they can run from the storm, running from their desires just isn't plausible.

click here for part one

“I swear I could sleep forever,” Max mutters, cuddling into the blanket further. The motel had proven to be a good idea, using someone else’s hot water and blankets was always nice. The pair were too tired to even notice the television only had four channels, or that the mattress was a little lumpy. Maybe things just weren’t so bad if they had each other.

“We can stay as long as you'd like,” Chloe trails off, “s’cheap enough anyways we deserve a vacation.” she babbles with eyes half closed, no longer sure of her words. The girls lay in bed, inches between. The last room available happened to be a single, and she had managed to haggle the price down, so fucking score again. When the man in the office mentioned the single bed, Chloe felt something flutter deep in her gut. It was a giddy, childlike feeling, but muddled with some sort of anxiety. 

Max shifted in the bed, mind still racing, “Will you hold me?” She heard the words fall from her lips before they even registered in her brain. The question appears to catch both girls off guard. It hung in the air for a moment, Max began to babble, face growing red, “I- 'm sorry I really didn’t mean to… I just, I can't stop it's all too much. I don’t know what's w-wrong with me.”

Without hesitation, she pulls the smaller girl into her arms, as if rehearsed, as if Chloe had been waiting a lifetime. Instantly the tension evicts Max’s body. The sweet musk of her shampoo, perfume, whatever it was completely enveloped Chloe. Holding her tight just felt natural, like all was well with the world. Comforting others has never come easy for Chloe, always awkward, never knowing what to say or do. Not with Max though, she made everything easy. Existing with her felt like hearing an old song and singing along perfectly, yet recalling none of the lyrics. She traces small circles into Max’s back, the smaller girl somewhat buried in her chest.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Chloe starts, angry at the world for putting her max through all of this, “y-you didn't ask for any of this. You shouldn't have seen even half the shit you did. Max, I swear to you if there was a way I could take it all away, I’d do it.” Max looks up at her, tears in those beautiful blue eyes threatening to spill. A pang of fear hits Chloe right in the gut. Did she say something wrong? Did Chloe cause those tears? 

She begins to ramble, “Shit, I’m not saying I'm not glad I found you again, or that you shouldn’t have saved me or-or anything like that,” a sense of urgency laced her tone, god she was supposed to be helping not making it worse. “I just- I wish I could fix it, seriously Max. I am so so fucking happy you’re with me again. I don’t know, I guess, i-i just feel like it's all my fault” Her voice thickened towards the end, holding back a sob. ‘This is not about you Chloe,’ she thinks, reprimanding herself for being so selfish. But the guilt had been festering, gnawing at her organs like some feral dog with a bone. She was the reason the whole world had turned upside down.

“C-Chloe,” Max mumbled, sitting up to look at her properly. With shaky hands, she took the girl's face in her hands. Forcing Chloe to meet her eyes, hands lingering on her cheeks a bit too long before pushing the messy blue hair behind her ears. Her hands rest languidly on Chloe’s shoulders, reassuring her somehow. Max sat and contemplated her next words before answering, “None of this was you, okay? This is some freak-supernatural stuff okay? I do not blame you. Do you hear me? Please don't ever think that. I’d go through it all again if it meant I had you. Chloe, you're my best friend.”

It was like Max was able to reach inside and undo the knots in Chloe’s stomach. No one had ever done so with such ease, such grace. Not even Rachel, though that hurt to admit. Max just knew her, regardless of the years apart. Deep down, way below the rough punk girl exterior, Chloe was still the same little girl Max had grown up with. A soft smile inched its way to the surface, god how could she not smile looking at her? The way her hair fell, perfectly framed those soft doe eyes. Those fucking freckles and long lashes. The way Max would look up at her, eyelids heavy, how could anyone keep a straight face? Chloe hadn’t realized she was staring until she felt a soft squeeze on her shoulder.

“Thank you,” Chloe mustered up, embarrassment pricking at her cheeks. She shifted in place, yearning for closeness once more. These feelings, they can't be normal. Max’s words reverberate in her skull, ‘my best friend’  they stung a little. Those ten letters formed a lump in her throat, a pit in her chest. The words had some sort of mal effect on her, and she just couldn’t pinpoint the reason. Chloe once again chalked it up to just feeling weird about Arcadia.

The blank look in Chloe’s eyes prompts Max to speak. Whatever had her in such a trance could not possibly be kind. Max used a shaky hand to brush the girl’s cheek, “Do you think we could get some sleep now?” she proposed, pulling Chloe from the complexities that danced in her mind. 

She nods silently and lays her head on the pillow, wriggling slightly to settle in. Max drapes an arm around her shoulders, pulling that mess of blue hair onto her chest. Upon feeling the weight on her chest, Max lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. This was a comfort unknown to her, never before had she felt this light. An absentminded hand travels to Chloe’s hair, despite all the bleach and dye damn it was soft. With her fingers tangled in the blue locks, everything felt right in the world.

“Everything that happened was so terrible,” Max breathes, wanting to offer one final comfort before slumber claimed them both, “It was so terrible, we’re not okay. But we’re gonna be. We can work through it Price, we’re a team and-and we can heal together. I’ll help you, we don't have to face things alone.” max consoled, her voice wavering ever so slightly. 

“It's you and me against the world Caufield, now and forever,” Chloe assured, tightening her grip on the smaller girl, as if afraid she’d get snatched away, “seriously max, what would I do without you?” she let out a small chuckle before closing her eyes and passing out, still entangled with her best friend.

I have yet to begin writing the rest of this (call of duty brainrot is taking over my life) but i promise my google doc has many many ideas. stay tuned ig? lots of love, liz

#life is strange #lis 1 #lis #life is strange fanfiction #chloe price #max caulfield #chloe x max #max x chloe #pricefield #rachel amber #kate marsh #friends to lovers #sapphic #syd matters #obstacles

[griffin-girl-r]

Our little star

Created: 16.05.2023

Finished: 16.05.2023

Edited: 14.09.2023

Age: 16, 17

Word count: 3,374

Warnings: None

Request: Yes

Pairing: BlackHill

Summary: Maria decides to give Natasha's daughter, Y/N, a very special gift for her upcoming birthday.

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Maria Hill was deeply lost in thoughts as she sat on the edge of her bed staring at the floor.

She was actually so lost that she hadn't even heard the door of the room being opened.

Natasha Romanoff, the one person who knew Maria like the back of her hand, stepped inside and sat down next to her girlfriend on their shared bed and gently placed her hand on Maria's back.

It was only then that Maria had registered Natasha's presence in the room.

"Oh, hi, babe." Maria greeted her fiancée, surprise evident in her voice "What's up?"

Natasha quietly laughed "What's up?" She questioned amused "Since when do you use this kind of words? Hmm? That means that you're nervous. Don't think I haven't noticed how lost you were in your own head... Now tell me, what is bothering my sweet future wife so bad that she hasn't even reacted when I walked inside the room?"

'Damn it!' Maria thought 'She knows me better than I know myself.'

"I was thinking about Y/N." Maria admitted with a deep sigh

Ah, yes.

Y/N.

Natasha's 16-year-old daughter, who is soon to be 17.

Now it makes sense why Maria was so deep in her own mind.

Over the years, Natasha gradually filled different roles in Maria's life.

She was her enemy at first. The girl that Maria had sent Clint Barton to kill almost 15 years ago.

Clint couldn't do it and looking back on it, Maria is grateful to whatever higher being there is that Clint didn't have the heart to kill Natasha and her baby daughter, or else Maria's life would have been much more different now.

Then slowly, Natasha became her co-worker.

Then she became her friend the moment Natasha introduced Maria to her 2-year-old daughter.

Y/N.

The little girl who stole Maria's heart the moment Maria first laid eyes on her, hiding behind her mother's legs.

Y/N had Maria wrapped around her little finger from day one and, much to Natasha's dismay, Maria was never able to say 'no' to Y/N.

Then, slowly, over the years Natasha went from friend to best friend but that didn't last for long because soon enough Maria realized that Natasha was waking feelings inside her that were very different from the simple friendship ones.

Gathering the courage she needed, Maria asked Natasha to be her girlfriend, exactly on the day that marked 8 years since they met each other for the first time.

Not so surprisingly, Natasha accepted.

That's how Maria and Natasha moved together in their own little house outside of the big city.

One year ago and 6 years into their official relationship, Maria, with Y/N's help, asked Natasha if she wanted to be her other half forever, and after a lot of happy tears, Natasha said 'yes' once again.

The date for their big day is set to be next summer.

Now her relationship with Y/N, was something that never changed.

Maria had never stopped seeing Y/N as her own daughter despite not having any right over her.

Not legally, not biologically.

Y/N had never stopped being Maria's little star. Maria and Natasha's light in the dark. The hope that kept them going even in their darkest times. The motivation to finish any mission as soon as possible and safely so they could return home to their child.

Maria smiles.

Natasha had once referred to Y/N as 'their' child, not just hers, and it kind of stuck.

Maria had a new purpose in life.

To protect and take care of her girls.

Of Natasha and THEIR daughter.

"What about Y/N?" Natasha's voice pulled Maria out of her thoughts again "Please don't tell me that she had asked you to go and steal Bucky's arm with her just so she could hang it in her room and put fridge magnets on it? Please not again! The third attempt was enough."

"No!" Maria laughed "Of course not." She stopped and pretended to cough "Not today at least." She said under her breath but Natasha was still able to hear her, making the redhead roll her eyes in annoyance "I was thinking about what she means to me and about all the memories we have together, as a family. I was thinking about our future and what I want us to be in our future."

"And what do you want her to be for you?" Natasha questioned the brunette, a small smile on her face, as she already knew where this conversation was heading to

"I don't want to be her stepmom, Nat." Maria shook her head as her voice waved in the slightest "I don't want to be the woman she refers to as her 'mama's wife'. I want to be the woman she can happily come running to, knowing I'll forever protect her. I want to be the woman she can call her other parent."

Maria's brain stopped working for a split second.

Saying it out loud, made Maria feel insecure, nervous, and scared.

Sure, her feelings for you haven't changed just because she finally admitted to Natasha that she wants to be more than a parental figure in your life but now it makes new questions arise in her mind.

Questions she hasn't thought about till now.

What if Natasha doesn't want to share you and your custody with her?

She wouldn't blame Natasha if she felt like that.

Or worse, what if you didn't want Maria as your other parent? What if you never actually saw her as a parent figure but only just as a good friend that you could cause mischief with and get away from everything?

Well, that was bringing tears to Maria's eyes.

The possibility that she had misunderstood your behavior towards her this entire time was breaking her heart.

"And what do you plan to do about it?" Natasha quickly questioned, sensing the wave of thoughts that started flooding Maria's head

Maria looked at Natasha "I think..." She whispered "I think I want to, you know, legally adopt Y/N and become her other mother."

Natasha teared up and smiled.

The spy held her hands up and slowly cupped Maria's face, making the blue-eyed girl look directly into Natasha's emerald-green eyes.

"Well, you have my blessing if that's what you're looking for." Natasha whispered, failing miserably at hiding the emotions in her voice "I'm so proud of you for finally voicing your feelings."

And with that, Natasha placed a soft kiss on Maria's lips, trying to capture all the love she held for the commander.

"But what if Y/N doesn't want me to be her other parent?" Maria voiced her worries "What if she doesn't want a second parent? I know she never actually met her other biological parent and I don't care who that person might be but what if she doesn't want me?"

Natasha never told Maria who Y/N's other biological parent was and she never asked.

She didn't want to push Natasha.

Although Maria has a feeling that she already knows who Y/N's other biological parent might be.

"Oh, sweetheart. Mia, she loves you so much." Natasha reassured her fiancée "I know that she would be thrilled if you asked her to legally be your daughter as well. She wants you."

"But how can you be so sure?" Maria cried

"Because I gave birth to her." Natasha chuckled, trying to brighten up the atmosphere "I know her better than she knows herself. Just like I know you. And trust me, I couldn't ask for a better person to be my child's other parent than you."

Maria nodded unsure, not fully convinced by Natasha's sweet words.

"But what if she just wants her other biological parent? What if she just wants to find them and go live with them?" Maria sadly said

"You're so silly." Natasha laughed "Y/N already knows who her other parent is."

"She does?" Maria dumbfoundedly asked

"Of course." Natasha smiled "Her father has been in the picture for a few years now. Don't tell me you haven't noticed Y/N and her biological father acting a little bit too comfortable around each other?"

Thinking about it now, Maria understands everything. She truly sees the truth and her heart is filled with hope again.

"So she really will be excited to be my daughter as well." Maria stated with a wide smile "Thank you, Tasha." She finished with a kiss placed on Natasha's forehead "I love you so damn much!"

"I love you too." Natasha brightly smiled back at her Mia "Now, how about you turn this into the present you planned on giving Y/N for her upcoming birthday?"

Maria's smile faded "Isn't it a little too late to start the process now? Her birthday is in 3 days and you know how much papers take to be made here. It would take us at least a month to get all the papers ready for the adoption?"

"I might have a solution." Natasha giggled as she pulled her phone out of her pocket

"Who are you calling?" Maria frowned confused

"You'll see." Natasha smirked before turning her attention to the voice that boomed through her phone's speaker

"Hello?" The voice asked confused

"Matt, hey!" Natasha cheerfully greeted her old friend "Remember that favor you owed me? I need it now."

-

The three days left till Y/N's birthday have passed with the speed of light as Natasha and Maria focused on preparing the best birthday party you have had till now while also taking care of the necessary papers for adoption.

And just like that, the big day was here.

Natasha quietly sat down on your bed as Maria followed the lead and sat down on the other side of the bed.

Natasha looked at Maria and smiled as she quietly started counting.

"One..." Natasha started as she also counted with her fingers "Two... Three..."

"Happy birthday!" Maria and Natasha shouted in sync as loud as they could

You turned on your back and groaned. Definitely not happy that you were woken up from your peaceful sleep.

"Happy birthday, baby!" Natasha kissed your cheek "I love you so much!"

You fully opened your eyes and lazily smiled up at your mother.

"Thanks, Mama." You yawned "I love you too."

"Happy birthday, kiddo." Maria ruffled your hair with a smile of her own "God, can you stop growing please?" She groaned in fake annoyance at the fact that you were growing up

"Well, I can't control that, Ri Ri." You pretended to be offended but smiled nonetheless

The first time Natasha introduced you to Maria was a total success. That is if you don't count in the fact that you, at just almost 2 years old, failed to pronounce Maria's name.

So instead you just settled on calling her 'Ri Ri' and Maria never once told you to stop calling her that.

She actually grew quite fond of the nickname you gave her. She loved it and also loved the fact that even though you were now more than capable of correctly pronouncing her name, you still called her by that nickname.

"Good morning to you too, little star." Maria laughed "No need to be grumpy."

'Little star' is another nickname that just stayed. Maria called you that to show you how much brightness you brought into her life with just the simplest act of existing.

You loved it. Natasha loved it. It was a win-win situation.

"Well, I wouldn't have been grumpy if you didn't wake me up so early and shouted as if Loki turned himself into a crocodile again and tried chasing you." You laughed

"No, please!" Maria groaned "I remember we agreed to never talk about that incident like ever again. Can we just forget it?"

"Nope!" You laughed, highlighting the 'p' "It's too funny to not talk about it."

"Is that so?" Maria started tickling you "Take it back!" She laughed

"Never!" You tried to squirm away from her hold as she kept tickling you

Natasha watched her two loves interacting for a moment with an adoring look in her eyes before she joined in and started a tickling fight.

-

As the afternoon approached, guests started to fill Natasha, Maria, and Y/N's house.

You didn't want a big party. Just you, your family, and your extended family was enough.

And even though Natasha and Maria respected your wish of not having a big party, that doesn't mean they can't make it your most unforgettable one till now.

Although both Maria and Natasha very recently retired from their dangerous life as agents and Avengers team members to live a more peaceful life, the team still was their family.

The Avengers, Peter included, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with Fury in the front and Natasha's family, who came all the way from Melina's farm in Russia, started a fight about who should be the first to give you their present after they've spent almost the entire night playing family games.

"Guys?" Maria called out over the fussing in the room "Guys!" She shouted with her stern voice when she saw that the talking wasn't working, making the room instantly fall silent "I want to be the first one to give Y/N her birthday gift this year."

A few knowing looks from all across the big living room were given as all the eyes in the room fell on Maria and Y/N.

"Y/N..." Maria nervously started as she took in her hands a small wrapped package that Natasha handed her "I have known you since forever. I've been there for your first day of school, when you learned how to ride a bicycle for the first time, or when you told me and your mama that you wanted to follow in our footsteps and become an agent."

Maria took in a deep, shaky breath being aware of the waiting gazes that were on her, or of Natasha's tearful and loving look, or of the utter confusion that was written on your face.

"That's why I want..." Maria stopped and turned to Natasha waiting for her approval

Natasha nodded her head with a smile as the red-headed woman sniffed.

"That's why I want to become an official part of the family." Maria finished her sentence "I know that I said the same thing when I asked for your blessing to marry your mama but now I want to become one with your little family. To be bonded forever to you as well, not just to Natasha."

Maria handed you the small package in her hands while the same hands that handed you the present were shaking uncontrollably.

It was a beautifully wrapped gift in white wrapping paper and adorned with colorful stars all over it.

It was simply the best way of highlighting what you mean for her.

''Classic, Maria." You chuckled as you looked at the package, making everyone else follow in with a giggle of their own at your comment "You know, this is too long to be that portable gaming console you promised me for my birthday 2 months ago. And too light as well."

Maria tearfully chuckled "Sorry, kid. That one is somewhere in that big mountain of presents you'll receive from everyone. You'll have to find it when you unwrap all the other presents after the party."

"Oh, man." You pretended to be disappointed as you threw your head back, trying to hide your smile "Then what is in here that couldn't end up in my pile of gifts for tomorrow? It must be important if you started having a speech just to be able to give it to me."

"It is actually." Maria nodded

"Open it, baby." Natasha encouraged you as she walked beside you and rested her hand on your back

"Y/N..." Maria started as soon as you started unwrapping your gift just to reveal a stack of papers "You have been my little star from day one. You have become my light in the darkest hours and you gave me and your mama the strength we needed to keep fighting. Our little star. That's why I want to ask you if you would allow me the honor of being your other legal parent." She took in a deep breath "Y/N... Will you be my daughter?"

You stared shocked at the papers in your hands, your eyes wide and your mouth open.

Maria was quick in trying to explain herself, thinking that maybe you didn't want the same thing as she did when you had failed to give her an answer after a few silent moments where everyone eagerly waited for you to say something.

"I mean, I totally understand if you don't want me to become your other parent." Maria nervously tried to explain, looking down at the carpet underneath her feet as if it was the most interesting thing in the world "We're not biologically related and I know that what you and your mama have is a very special bond but, I don't know, I just wanted to have my own special bond with you as I spent countless nights watching you and her interacting and I-"

Maria's rambling was stopped by a very tight hug from you.

"God..." You breathed out as tears were already streaming down your face "You idiot!" You tearfully chuckled "Of course I want you to be my other parent. I thought you'd never ask."

Maria hesitantly wrapped her arms around you and pulled you closer to her if possible.

"You do?" She asked confused, not quite believing her ears yet

"Of course I do. I always saw you as my other mother." You reassured the brunette woman "You have been by my side all the time. I don't remember a time when you weren't here by mine and mama's side. You were there when I was sick or at every soccer match or for every training session to make sure no other future agent would accidentally hurt me, making it very clear that if they dared do such a thing they'd never actually become an agent. You were there for bedtime stories or for walks in the park where we would stuff our faces with ice cream and Mama would shout at us to stop but you never told me I couldn't have a second cup of ice cream." You pulled back from the hug and looked directly into Maria's eyes "There wasn't a moment where you haven't been a permanent part of our family. It was just a matter of time till you realized that you have always been an official family member with all the necessary rights and that you will forever be one. Nothing will make me stop seeing you as my other mother. Blood or not. We're family, Ri Ri. These papers will just make it official for the outside world."

Maria couldn't stop her tears from flowing, hearing your nice words that she could feel that was filled with all your love and admiration for her.

And just like that, you have found yourself once again in the arms of the woman who has always been your second mother.

Blood be damned.

Love made a family, not blood, and your small family as well as your extended family was full of love of all kinds and that's what made it special and unique.

As Natasha joined the hug between you and Maria, pressing a soft kiss on your hairline, you couldn't help but cry happy tears.

Your big family was rather unconventional?

Yes.

Do you care in the slightest about what others may think of it?

No.

Was your family full of love that came in all shapes, colors, sizes, names, powers, and genders?

Yes.

And that's all that matters.

Maria finally felt like an official part of your life just like she was an official part of Natasha's life.

Maria's dream was finally fulfilled.

She had the family she had always longed for.

This was truly the most unforgettable birthday ever.

"I love you, Mom." You whispered in Maria's ear

#mama nat #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha's child #natasha's kid #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha x teen reader #natasha x baby!reader #blackhill #maria hill #maria hill x daughter!reader

[qqueenofhades]

Hi! If you’re willing, I’m looking for your insight as an academic and generally very thoughtful person. I’ve been working for the last year and a half to get into my dream program, and I got in. Biggest accomplishment of my life, and something I was very convinced that I wouldn’t be able to do until the day I got my acceptance letter (and then some). I’m two weeks from the term start, I’ve moved overseas, moved into an apartment, am about to open a bank account and register with a GP and everything. But I’m not excited, and things don’t feel right. I can recognize my big mistake going into this is that I only had a vague idea of what I wanted to get out of the program, and even then I wasn’t sure whether I really wanted that, or if I’ve just been madly, madly curious. I wanted to learn and meet people in the field and finally get out of the rhythm of my small, devalued, hometown uni. But afterward? Not a clue. And now I’m second guessing the idealistic thoughts I once had, that this education and this experience will be worth my savings in the end, even if a career doesn’t ever really come out of it. Now I ask myself, after all the work and money (and tears) I’ve already put into it, “Is it worth it?”

I’m meeting with the career advisor at my alma mater (career services there is a one-woman office) this evening, hoping she might help me reach some clarity. I haven’t been able to reach any advisors at my new uni yet, being as it is so big with so many students to correspond with (there are as many students here as there are people in my hometown, which I’m still failing to wrap my arms around).

My thoughts are pretty tangled, and I apologize for the rambling nature of this ask, but I hope there’s a thread here that you can follow. I spent all my life dreaming of leaving my little midwestern life only to find myself in the uni of my dreams wondering whether any of this is going to be worth it (and feeling rather homesick for my little midwestern life). These days just don’t feel like a good time to ship yourself off to school for the sole sake of learning, unless you know what you want out of it all in the long run. But that’s enough from me…

Welp. First of all, take a deep breath. It's totally understandable that you're in a bit of a scramble right now, everything feels weird and unsettled, and some amount of "oh god what have I done??" is entirely normal. When I first went abroad to the UK for my junior year in college, as a naive little 20-year-old also from a fairly small suburban town, I absolutely had the "oh fuck I'm terrified what have I done" feeling on the first night (I remember it very well). Then the next day hit, and I was like "oh yeah this is great I'm good to go" and didn't look back. I'm not saying it will be that complete or that soon for you, but the whole moving-overseas business is HARD (I did it again for my PhD, moving to a city I had never been before to start a doctorate program, even if I had already been in the UK) and it really screws your head up. So while I understand the panic and the need to wonder what the hell you're doing, please know that some entry shock and homesickness is normal and can be dealt with, and doesn't mean that you have in fact totally fucked yourself over.

Next, I think it's very important to also remember that your options are more than just "leave right now and go home" or "go through it to the end no matter what." I do think it's important to attend at least a full semester of the program, to see if the culture shock wears off and you discover your groove -- after all, you HAVE worked so hard to get here, and until you experience that for real and not just in the abstract, you don't know if it is in fact right for you. In my experience, people also develop clarity as they go; i.e. it's all right if you don't have the full picture just yet, or can't precisely articulate what it is that you expect to do here. That is something that will only come with experience, and if at the end of your first year, things still don't feel right or aren't clicking, you can reassess your options then, before you're so committed that you can't pull out. But yeah, I do think it's important to get over the first "aaaaaaaaah" reaction, find your feet, try some things out, and see how it feels. If it's still not your thing after that, then hey -- at least you know for sure.

#anonymous #ask #school stuff

[coldfanbou]

New Year's Eve(FLUFF)

So here we have my attempt at fluff. I tried, but I also had no clue what I was doing. Anyway, Happy New Year's, everyone!"

Length 1.3K

Chuu x reader

You would spend New Year's together, you both made time to spend the second half of the day together. You spent hours planning a perfect date; you would have a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant and go to the movies. Unfortunately, none of that worked out. The restaurant lost your reservation, and the theater caught fire the day before. You didn't have enough time to change your plans and thought about what to do. Sitting in the living room the day of, you tried to think of anything. A knock at the door broke your train of thought. As you went to open the door, you saw Chuu standing there. You heard her cheerful voice through the intercom, "Let me in! It's New Year's Eve!" Chuu spammed the doorbell, and through the camera, you could see the big smile on her face. "I know you're in there!" As you opened the door, Chuu jumped into your arms. "Merry New Year's Eve!"

"Merry New Year's Eve?" 

"You know what I meant," Chuu said as she kissed your cheek. "So, what did you have in mind today?" She said with her usual smile. 

"Oh, um, about that. My plans got ruined, and I don't know what to do."

Chuu's face drops, "Oh." Her smile comes back quickly, however. "Then let's cook something together! We can watch TV together while we eat. It'll just be you and me." In a much quieter voice, Chuu said, "That’s all I need anyway."

"What was that last part?"

"Nothing! Let's go to the market before they close; I know one that's open right now." You and Chuu rushed out onto the busy streets, it was late, and most shops had long since been closed. You hold onto Chuu's hand as she leads you through the crowd to the market. She was talking about her pigtails bouncing with every step. As you arrive, you see the owner locking up for the night. Chuu bashes her small fist on the door "Mister! Can you open up for us? Please!"

"It’s New Year's Eve, Chuu. I have to get home to my family." He said.

"Please, we'll be super quick. We just want to have a nice dinner together." Chuu said as it looked like she was about to cry. 

The old man seeing Chuu on the verge of tears, rushed to unlock the door. "Hey, hey, no crying. I'll open up; I'll open the store." As he opened the door, Chuu's hand gripped yours; she pulled you along, asking what the two of you were going to make

"Sweet and sour pork," you respond. Chuu's face lit up as she heard you. She speeds you around the market, knowing what ingredients you need.

 As you pull up to the register, the owner scans every item, "Chuu, please don't do this again. You'll give me a heart attack if you do."

"I'm sorry, mister, but I really appreciate you opening for us. Thank you for letting us have a good New Year's." 

The old man gives you both a gentle smile, "Of course, now you two kids go along and have a nice New Year's."

"We will! Thank you!" Chuu says as you finish paying, and she pulls you along again. "Sweet and Sour pork! Come on, let's go!" She yelled. You saw the unbridled happiness in her eyes and her wide toothy smile as she looked back at you. It filled your heart with joy to see her so happy; you etched these few seconds into your memory. You quickly arrive back at the apartment building, panting from your run. Chuu seemed to have endless energy as she bounced from one foot to the other, chanting "sweet and sour pork" while you waited to get to your floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, Chuu grabbed your arm and forced you into another run as she went to your door. Once inside, you began preparing the meal; Chuu helped you along by cutting the vegetables while you sliced the meat. Standing beside her, you looked to your side to see her bright smile as she happily chopped the vegetables. When she finished, she looked up at you with a proud face. "I did a good job, didn't I?" She said with her hands on her hips.

Patting her head, you say, "You did a great job Chuu." She squeals with excitement and gives you a big hug. "Thanks for the help Chuu; I can do the rest. Turn on the TV and find us something to watch."

She takes off her apron and shuffles over to the living room; she settles on a channel hosting the countdown to the new year. When you asked her why, she responded, "I want to welcome the new year with you; we can have a fun countdown." The two of you continue your conversation while you finish cooking the meal. As you plate it, Chuu jumps up and down, chanting, "sweet and sour pork, sweet and sour pork, sweet and sour pork!" 

"Calm down, Chuu; here you go." You say as you place her food on the coffee table. "Don't eat it too quickly; it's hot." Chuu ignores you and immediately shoves some pork into her mouth. She has to chew with her mouth open, steam spewing from her mouth like a dragon. "Aut, is hot." She said, struggling to get the words out.

"I told you it was hot, Chuu." Somehow Chuu manages to eat the meat, following it up with a glass of water. She sticks her tongue out as she pants.

"It was so hot!"

"I warned you!" You say as you poke her side. She twitches to the right as you do. 

"Ah! Okay, I'll eat it slowly." The two of you watch as the time until New Year's gets closer, making conversation and enjoying your food. As you both finish, Chuu gives you a big hug, "Thank you for the food!"

"Anytime, Chuu; thank you for helping my little chef." She giggles and pulls you in tighter. You reach over and grab the blanket on your side of the couch, throwing it over yourselves. Chuu scoots closer to you, laying her head by your chest as you put your arm around her. As the minutes until New Year's shrink, Chuu looks at you. 

"Can you tell me all the things you like about me?" She asks with pure innocence.

As you look down at her, you smile, "of course, I like your smile. I like how you always have energy and are so excitable. You're adorable. You're always there to cheer me up, even when you're not by my side; just thinking about you makes me want to try harder. Um, I'm not sure what else to say, but one of the biggest reasons I like you is that you're you. I…I love you, Chuu. No, I love Kim Jiwoo." You turn your head away from her, embarrassed at what you said.

In the softest voice you've ever heard from her, you hear Chuu say, "I love you too. You're always there for me. You always support me. Sometimes I've thought about quitting, but you're always there for me, supporting me when I need it most. I wouldn't be here without you. Thank you for everything." As she spoke, Chuu held onto you tighter and tighter. "I love you…and I don't ever want to be apart from you." 

"Chuu…," you turn back around, met by her watering eyes. You embrace her, hugging her tighter than ever before. Your lips crashed against each other as the clock struck midnight. 

As you break apart, Chuu says, "we missed the countdown."

You pull her onto your lap, "yeah, but we were still together for New Year's Chuu. That's all I need." Chuu's soft lips pressed against yours again, her arms wrapped around you.

"Happy New Year's"

[galaxyshine24-7]

Sliver Bullet AU

Chapter 2 A Shattered Glass

Over the next few weeks Yuu has been hard at work cleaning and fixing the bar for the opening day on the horizon. It was hard work but they can proudly say the bar at least looks presentable now. Some things are still broken and held up by duct tape but it's operational and that is what counts. Hopefully the food and the service will make up for it. Over the years of living with their teachers Yuu has learned many things and one of those things was mixology with Divus Crewel. He used to be a bartender and learned it's a great skill for gathering information. Crowley gave them a phone and some funds to get started. He also was generous enough to stock up the taps and kitchen produce to get everything started.  

The clouds have loomed over the city for a while now and have started to produce rain. Yuu wipes their forehead as they finish sweeping the main floor of the bar. Now all that’s left is to stock up on personal food upstairs. Crowley of course left it to them about getting anymore personal belongings including food. Yuu’s stomach growls at the realization that they didn’t eat breakfast. It is now around noon and the rain isn’t going to stop for them. With a sigh Yuu places the broom in its closet, dusting off their outfit. They grab the keys to the building and their wallet before placing their hoodie over their head. Yuu’s clothes have always been a bit baggy, something they could have grown into was Crowley’s excuse. Divus and Mozus always liked to dress Yuu up when they could, but baggy clothes always seemed the most comfortable. After double checking everything Yuu heads out into town. Their phone leads them to the closet market they could find. The streets are bustling with people as the light of day signals for a safer trip down the street. Yuu finds a small market around the corner with what they need. 

“Listen old man just because you moved from the Heartslabyul distract doesn’t mean your debt disappears.” 

Yuu’s eyes darken once they entered the establishment. Two young men stand by the counter, one leans against the wall as the other talks to the cashier. From here Yuu can see the heart and spade shaped prints on their faces a clear sign of the Heartslabyul gang. Scarlet eyes stare back as Yuu as they walk in, a wide smirk plastered on the fiery head boy's face. 

“Hey nothing to see here, just continue shopping.” He waves. The other boy with dark blue hair gives you a sad look. Yuu puts their head down as they go to the back of the store. The conversation up front can still be heard. “Please Ace, tell Riddle I’ll have the money soon, just not right now. Times are tough, you know.” The old man pleads.

“Yeah I know, but the Queen has been in a bad mood lately.” Ace sighs. “You know he’s been making more heads roll than usual.” Yuu comes from around the isle to see Ace making a slicing mark along his neck. The old man starts to sweat digging through his register to scrounge up as much money as he can, but even then it only looks like a few bills.

“T-this is all I have.” He lets out a shaky hand toward Ace. He snatches the money counting it in his hand before letting out a sigh. 

“This isn’t enough, come one man you're literally sending us to our death here.” He slams his hand on the counter. The blue haired boy growls with irritation. The man shudders, fiddling with his fingers. Yuu sighs, stepping out from behind the aisle. 

“How much does he owe-?” 

“Hey I said this doesn’t concern you!” Ace yells not even looking at Yuu. The blue haired boy looks up in surprise stepping forward. 

“What did you say?” His blue bell eyes stare at Yuu. 

“How much does he owe?” Yuu clears their throat. 

“Deuce, come on man, they're not serious.” Ace crosses his arms, but his friend ignores him. Yuu’s teachers always told them they were soft, but Yuu found it better to be soft than hollow inside from this world. 

“He owes 500 dollars.” Deuce answers. 

They watch as Yuu fishes out a check book. 

“Got a pen?” They look over to the cashier who stares at them in disbelief, he struggles to find a pen finally handing it to Yuu as they fill out the paper in a nonchalant way. Once that was done they handed the check to Ace and Deuce. The two boys stare at the check like it's gold then look up at Yuu. 

“What’s in it for you?” Ace scuffs not believing what just transpired. 

“I don’t get bothered when trying to get groceries,” Yuu shrugs. They can get milk another day. 

Ace lets out a laugh. “Oh so you got jokes now.” 

“Y-you're coming with us we need to make sure you're not faking.” Deuce gently grabs Yuu’s arm. They complied, venturing out into the rain with the duo all the way to the bank as they watched you take out the money. Ace talks in an alleyway counting the bills.

“It's all here.” He said flabbergasted. “Who even are you?!” 

“Just a bartender.” Yuu shrugs. “Are we done here?”

“Y-yeah thanks, you saved our asses if the old man couldn’t pay, we would've lost our heads.” Deuce rubs the back of his head. 

“Idiot, don’t tell them our business!” Ace scowls.

“Who are you calling an idiot, asshole!” Deuce growls. 

Yuu looks between them laughing a little before starting to head out.

“Wait where do you work ?” Deuce grabs Yuu’s hand before they go. 

“The Silver Bullet.” Yuu answers before walking out of the alley back into the rain.

Yuu did their best to buy what they could for necessities. Those two gang members really put a damper on their budget. Yuu arrives back at the bar with a bag in hand as they go inside to get ready for the night. 

The bar uniform is a simple collared shirt with a vest and dress pants. Yuu pulls up their sleeves as they flip the sign to open. Now it's just a waiting game, Yuu turns on the radio to listen to some background noise as they clean the glasses. Their thoughts go over the day's events, they need to not be impulsive. It was a risky move for the most part, but what are the chances they’ll run into those two again. From here on out Yuu promises that their life will be peaceful and uneventful.-

“Hey Yuu!” The familiar voice of the fiery red head cuts off Yuu from their hopeful thinking. Ace lets out a loud whistle looking around at the bar. 

“Nice place you got here.” Deuce takes a seat at the bar, looking around at the empty tables. “A-are we your first customers?” A slight blush graces his cheeks when Yuu turns to him. 

“Yeah I guess you are.” Yuu takes a deep breath, switching to bartender mode. “What can I get you guys?” 

“Yes this is more like it, a scotch on the rocks please.” Ace beams resting his hands on the counter. 

“Haha, very funny, I’m sure you two are not 21.” Yuu rolls their eyes. 

“What gave it away?” Deuce rubs the back of his neck. 

“You both got baby faces.” Yuu points to them, as their cheeks start to heat up.

“We do not!” Ace fumes. “Is that anyway to talk to customers!?” He crosses his arms letting out a pout. 

“Okay, okay I’ll whip up something for you two.” Yuu smiles, cracking their knuckles as they start to get to work. Since it was just the three of them at the bar, Yuu decides to give them a small show. The tricks they learned from Crewel and Sam would come in handy with racking up tips. Ace and Deuce stir in awe as Yuu mixes their drinks. Once done Yuu hands them both two glasses, the drinks matching the colors they wear. 

“Bon appetit.” Yuu exclaims, watching as they inspect the drink. Deuce was the first one to take a sip and his face started to beam with warmth. 

“This is great!” At his exclamation Ace follows suit smiling at his own drink.

“This is awesome, where did you learn to do this?” Ace asks. 

“Well I-,” Yuu stops for a moment remembering how their teachers always told them to not share so much about themselves. “I was interested in learning how to make drinks, and I just kept practicing.” It's technically not a lie, but vague enough to not give away any information. Their conversation stops there for the moment as people start to stick their heads inside. It made Yuu pretty happy to see the bar fill up after a while. The drinks kept coming, along with the food. It gave them a sense of accomplishment, and with Ace and Deuce being there it helped lighten up the atmosphere. Yuu can’t remember the last time they were able to talk with people around their age. For many years it was just Crowley and their teachers. It was a welcomed change for Yuu. As the night goes on it is soon time for closing as Ace and Deuce stay till the end helping Yuu sweep. 

“You don’t have to help me, you know.” Yuu insists, as they sweep the floor. 

“No it's okay, we owe you one. You truly helped us out today.” Deuce lifts up a chair placing it upside down on the table. Ace wipes the counters grumbling to himself, but he reluctantly agrees to help with Deuce’s pushing. Yuu couldn’t help but feel warm inside. They know it's rough all over in NRC for everyone so they can’t help but be grateful they at least did something to ease the burden of someone’s troubles even by a little bit. A bar is a great place to unwind and forget your troubles for a little while. Crowley can be a total nutcase at times, but it's clear he is saddened by what the city has turned into. Maybe he was right in thinking the area needed a place for people to rest. 

Once everything is clean and Yuu locks up waving Ace and Deuce goodbye. 

“Bye Yuu.” Ace waves. 

“We’ll come by again.” Deuce smiles. 

Yuu waves back to them watching them walk down the street. Maybe this job won’t be so bad. That was what Yuu thought as they went to bed that night. The next day was peaceful as they worked and earned money for the bar. 

However once it was time to lock up for the day. The stench of iron filled Yuu's nose, as a loud meowing can be heard in the alley next to the bar, a crash soon following. Yuu rushes towards the sound against their better judgment, as they soon find a bloodied Ace collapsed into a pile of trash next to the dumpster. With stray gray cat hissing at him, as thunder roars in the distance.                                      

So much for wishful thinking.

Notes

(Inspired by Jackplushie's Silver Bullet AU.)

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