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jinkiezzsstuff · 2 months

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Hello! Can I plz request Alastor x Doe! Reader where he meets Charlie's best friend who's the reader and becomes possessive over her, maybe his instincts tell him to mark the reader as his mate. The reader is a white doe. :)

Yessss i love this idea teehee i maybe got carried away and also i unintentionally made this sort gender neutral and a teeny tiny speck of smut, i hope that’s okay if not it’s at the very end so it’s skipable, hopefully i did your idea justice and hope you enjoy!! thank you so much for this xx

At first sight

PART TWO PART THREE

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: SMUT 18+, doe reader only describes white ears tail and pink nose rest is ambiguous, possibly corny ahh dialogue, love at first sight kinda trope, angel/hellborn reader, slightly OOC Al y’know smut love, reader cooks, biting & briefly blood, penetrative sex, reader makes deal with al to give themselves to him, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD I think that’s it lmk if i missed anything!!

Charlie ran manically around the hotel, fixing various things and studying the entire building under a microscope to ensure it looked its best. Zipping her way to the lobby, she caught the gaze of Angel Dust, who was in the middle of sucking down a frozen popsicle.

“Be nice today! Look your best, oh oh! No porn on the TV!” Charlie shouted rushed and frazzled as she came up beside Angel to fluff out the couch cushions. Husk watched silently ears zeroed in on the conversation unwillingly, focusing mainly on Angel. “Geez toots, what’s got your feathers in a bunch?”

Angel smiled amused by Charlies odd demeanour. “My best friend since, like, forever is coming here today! To see the hotel!” Charlie exclaimed lurching forward to grip Angels shoulders. Smirking at her Angel continued to suck on the popsicle. “So what, is this broad special or something?”

Charlie leaned back pulling her hands down her face, an exasperated groan crawling out from her throat. “Yes! Her mother was friends with my mom when they first came to hell, her mom ended up falling for a hell spawn and we born around the same time,” Charlie explained ringing her hands while pacing.

“She’s my best friend we grew up together, i’m worried she won’t like what i’m doing here.” Charlie finally confessed with a sigh, her body deflating as she herself came to terms with the fact she was afraid. Vaggie lingering in the background finally approached Charlie sticking her hand out to message her arm comfortingly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine toots! Plus she’s a born sinner! Ain’t no way anything here’s gonna be shocking her.”

Despite her worry she could admit Angel Dust was right, AND you’re her best friend there’s no way you’d be unnecessarily cruel to her dreams, you were always supportive and imaginative along with her. Smiling down at Angel, Charlie then plopped down beside him, resting her hooves after hours of hecticily running around. “You’re right Angel, thank you.” Angel hummed out an arrogant ‘you’re welcome’ while Vaggie circled the couch leaning over the back of it.

“So how long has it been since you’ve seen them?” Vaggie asked poking Charlie’s cheek. Looking away she counted on her fingers before turning to look at Vaggie. “Four years, they stayed with me while I tried getting over the absence of my mom; they live in wrath though and eventually went back.” Clapping her hands Charlie stood from the couch her brief moment of hoof rest over, the three sinners watching as she muttered to herself about everyone being on their best behaviour while walking off, clearly the talk only did a little to hush her nerves.

Standing outside the hotel doors your ears twitched at the sounds coming from beyond it, it’s clear as day that Charlie was instructing people to behave, be nice, and- not show you porn? Suddenly the door opened startling you slightly but that quickly wore off when you were greeted by the joyous face of your best friend Charlie. Tugging you into a bear hug, Charlie squealed about how excited she was, you naturally fell into her giving her a warm tight hug right back.

“I am so glad you’re here! I’m so happy to see you!” Charlie exclaimed pulling back and examining you. You hadnt seemed to change much to Charlie, the white tail you had wagged behind you happily, your equally platinum ears relaxed occasionally twitching at the sounds around you, your pink deer like nose that was perfectly contrasted with your skin colour.

It was clear you were half an angel, and Charlie lemented, when you two were younger, that she was jealous you had a more animalisitc appearance in comparison to her, but you reminded her that it didn’t matter because she was still as gorgeous as ever. “I’m so glad to be here! I was starting to think you’d never end up inviting me.” You laugh warmly.

Charlie beckoned you inside linking your arms together, the two of you walked inside. Vaggie was punctuated and ready to great you as you came further into the room. “Hi, I’m Vaggie-“ Vaggie was cut off promptly by Charlie who excitedly pulled her into a bear hug, cheek to cheek. “My girlfriend!” Charlie finished with a shout.

Your ivory tail flicked behind you happily as you grinned. “Holy shit! You’ve got a girlfriend? Damn we really need to catch up! Its so nice to meet you Vaggie.” You smile shaking her hand as she stuck it out, Vaggie only nodded smiling seemingly quite reserved.

After some rushed introduction of those around the room including Husk, Angel, Nifty, and Sir Pentious, Charlie took you to your room to settle in. Closing the door behind the two of you Charlie watched as you laid your suit cases down by the bed, unzipping them and pulling out your clothing. “Sooo,” Charlie trailed hands tucked behind her back as she wandered around the vacant room.

“You remember Alastor right? The radio demon?” Charlie questioned, sounding suspicious. Looking up from your folded laundry you quirked a brow fearing where this might be heading. “Yes… i do.” You say slowly, fixing your posture waiting for her to turn to you, but she seemed rather interested in the wallpaper. “Well… y’know… this hotel takes a lot…. and when i first started…” Charlie trailed off gazing out the open window, stepping towards her you carefully placed a hand on her shoulder.

Looking at you she knew there was no sense in keeping such a prominent part of the reason this hotel was possible secret. “Alastors here, he helped since the start. He hasn’t asked for anything in return and he’s already fought for us!” Charlie spat the words out so fast you barely had time to comprehend. You and her were raised around each other meaning you had the same interactions with many of the princes’, sins, and hellborn, but human overlords were always were more…. well they weren’t used to power and immortality so they often over did it, Alastor was no different from what you were aware of.

“Are you sure having him is a good idea? Does your dad know?” Charlie nodded confirming her dad did know. “Yeah he doesn’t know who Al is, and to be fair none of us did! I promise he’s not that bad. Give him a chance?” You hummed looking away as she looked to you, you didn’t want to upset her by the discomfort that would be evident in your eyes. You didn’t enjoy brawls and fights, and you fear the demon would initiate that.

“Well i suppose i could trust him if you do, but i am skeptical; you’re always seeing the light in demons, even when it’s not there.” You laughed out recalling some things of the past that ended poorly because of a Charlie’s trust in certain sinners. And though at times foolish it was still an admirable trait and you aspired to be as kind hearted as she could be. “Where’s the guy anyways?” You asked after a short moment of pondering.

Charlie shrugged looking as if she was trying to recount the day. “Well he did say he had a meeting with Rosie,” She muttered quietly, although you didn’t know who Rosie was, you didn’t bother questioning it instead you pat Charlie on the shoulder, telling her that you’d like to get some rest, and you’d worry about Alastor later.

And so you spent a bit of time unpacking your things and settling down, you always preferred to be more in touch with the animalistic parts of yourself so your belongings held a lot of earthy aesthetics to them. Sitting on your bed, stripped of the hotels sheets and remade with your own, you opened your laptop and began typing.

You had forgotten about Alastor for the most part but you remember Charlie brining it up as he began his tyranny after his death. Charlie had always been pretty involved with her people, mainly focusing her energy on human sinner so you weren’t surprised that she knew of him, you were however surprised she was so willing to let him in when he massacred her people.

After a few minutes of light research about the demon, you established with how long he was gone perhaps he would be willing to change however you’d keep up your guards just to be sure.

Humming to himself Alastor got ready for the day, though he rarely slept he did occasionally get into evening outfits if he was staying in. He fixed his hair, ensuring not a hair was out of place and with a finally dust of his sleeves, he materialized his microphone and trotted his way out of his room.

A new scent hit him the minute he got to the staircase, the reaction was instantaneous, his ears perked, his tail stiffened thank the hellions no one was around to witness his discomfort, because it was evident. Fixing his posture, and his smile, he pretended nothing was up and continued his way downstairs. He greeted Husk as usual, and like usual Husk only grunted at the demon.

Making his way into the kitchen Alastor was stunted in place by the sight in front of him. There you stood deer tail wagging, singing along to music as you mixed a bowl of who knows what together. Alastor observed you quietly as ever, and definitely not checking you out because that would be rude- however your tail was very much distracting.

Clearing his throat the static spitting out behind his voice, you jumped slightly at the sound of him, looking over your shoulder to where he stood at the kitchen entry. The two of you simply stared at each other for a moment, the song in the background seemingly quieter than before, as if the two of you were in your own little zone.

Alastor couldn’t describe the gravitational pull he had toward you, he would’ve been a fool to deny your beauty, but he’d never had issue admitting when a demon or person was beautiful, it didn’t matter to him, so he couldn’t grasp why you seemed to have an immediate effect on him.

You too felt similarly gawking at the sight of him, i mean you’d never seen pictures of him, only art or depictions, which really didn’t do him any good. You were honestly a little embarrassed, you thought he was incredibly handsome, contrary to your beliefs prior to this moment, and you felt a little silly to suddenly feel like going back on your apprehension about him simply because of how attractive he was.

Deciding to finally break the intense yearning gaze the two of you held, Alastor perked up stepping close to you swinging his hand out to shake. “Alastor darling, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure.” Going unnoticed by you, Alastor’s voice involuntarily dropped lower, making it come out more sultry than he’d ever done during an introduction. Of course Alastor was aware it wasn’t his normal voice and wondered why the hell he decided to modify his tone to come out as seductive as it did; was it just by nature?

“I’m YN, Charlie’s best friend. I don’t know if you knew i was staying but i am, surprise! Heh,” You say a little nervously sticking out your hand but quickly retracting it, as it was covered in dough. “I’m making bread and breakfast, do you like french toast?” You finish finally gaining the courage to meet his gaze properly.

His eyes were lidded, and he looked down at you only with his eyes keeping his head forward, which made you feel some type of way. He had such a big presence, height aside, that would make anybody on the receiving end of his heated gaze, shrink. “I suppose i wouldn’t mind a little bite to eat, tell me little doe, how do you make such a meal?”

Of course Alastor knew what french toast was, but he’d much prefer to play stupid so he could listen to you speak, and have you look up at him so deliciously. “Well, i’m making some homemade no yeast bread, and then i’m gonna do the egg and frying, normally i mix some cinnamon and honey in, but i might not since i don’t know what you guys like. A lot of people put syrup, but i can’t stand it; too sticky.” You explained mixing all of your ingredients, turning to him you smiled.

“Would you mind greasing the pan for me, please?” Alastor nearly purred at you with how you requested his help he would’ve bent himself backwards if it meant you’d ask him like that again. The way these emotions hit him in the gut; the undeniable feeling of desire he was trying to fight against was incredibly intense and oddly, he liked it. “Of course my dear, whatever you wish, i shall see to.” With the snap of his fingers his hair had been pulled back, suit jacket gone, leaving him in only his white button up, and a pink apron.

Shamessly your eyes roamed his figure watching as he began to grease the pan with his hand. His eyes still lidded and smile relaxed. You enjoyed how he stood tall and relaxed, and it was only now when you caught a peek of his red tail that you realized; “You’re a deer?”

Alastor paused momentarily, eyes lazily difting toward you. He didn’t mind that you saw his tail, and he was a little surprised you lacked to notice he was a deer. “What did you think i was sweetheart?” Alastor exclaimed his entertainment persona peeking through as he did. You peeled your eyes away feeling a little bad for staring at him, instead you focused on placing the bread into the bow greased pan before responding. “Maybe a fox, but to be honest i didn’t think too much about it.”

Alastor hummed in agreement, watching as you placed the bread in to the oven. There weren’t many does Alastor has seen, many bucks but does were more of a rarity. The two of you made breakfast, bantering about things here and there and getting to know one another.

“What’s earth like?” You asked watching him prepare dough for beignets which he insisted you tried as it was a lousiana breakfast staple- but also because he wanted to have you to himself just a bit longer, and show off his cooking skills. “What do you mean dear?” Alastor questioned brows furrowed slightly, but his inquiry came soft with no judgement. “I’m not human, moms an angel, dad was one of the few hell borns that kinda just popped up, we don’t know where he went to though, anyways i’ve never seen the earth.”

Now that, was news to him. He suspected you were something special based off the tugging feeling he had toward you, but being a literal angel wasn’t something he would’ve bet on, but should’ve guessed on. Without a worry in his mind, Alastor happily told you about his home in new orleans, what it was like being a radio host, how in got into voodoo, how he new some cajun french, as well as his mother.

Leaning on the counter head rested on his hand, looking at you dreamily while the beignets fried. “My mother was an angel, she was my biggest supporter at the time, the reason i kept pushing. I have the upmost respect for mothers like mine.” You, as equally lost in the dream like bliss Alastors presence brought you, smiled at his story’s ogling at the man who spoke so highly of his mom. “That’s the sweetest Alastor, I wish i could’ve met the woman who made you into such a gentlemen.” You flirt subtly gently patting his arm.

Alastor hummed a lovesick smile on his face his tail wagging happily behind him as the two of you continued to yap. Tails syncing with the way they swayed unnoticed by you two as you lost yourselves in eachother, also going unnoticed was Charlie giddy as could be, in the background jumping up and down. Slipping away to Vaggie, Charlie gripped her like she was her life line. “YN and Alastor are totally going to get together! Ahh!” Charlie squealed shaking a limp Vaggie back and forth.

“Mhm Alastor please please please,” You chant wrapped tightly around the demons waist, as he pressed you up against your dresser. After a full day of being alongside Alastor the tension snapped between you two, although it took a few things to get there. First Angel hitting on you right after breakfast, it made Alastor seethe the symbols and static materializing as he watched Angel hit on you. It made Alastor realize such a sweet doe like you must be marked, can’t have other buck or demon filth thinking they can just put there hands on you.

The second thing that egged him on was when the two of you went for a stroll together, and while in a store witnessed a demon repeatedly harass you while you simply tried to pick out a dress! Alastor apologized for the blood shed, but he professed he needed to obliterate that demon to protect you and that would be the only time he would ever put you in a position to see such things. Which made your heart flutter, you felt the desire to have him protect you, it’s not like you couldn’t do it yourself but it made you weak in the knees to have a demon like Alastor jumped to protect you.

Thrusting into you needily, Alastor growled like a mad man his hand climbing up your body to grab your cheeks gently fixing your gaze up to him. “You’re mine,” Static laced his tone as he hissed out at you, pushing his body flush to yours. Moaning like a whiny porn star, you nodded in your head in a daze. “My mate,” He muttered again breathing deeply as he clenched his teeth.

Reaching your hands up to grab his antlers that sprout, you couldn’t help the way your body shook and the way you lewdly moaned. You felt so electrified and couldn’t contain the pleasure Alastor was making you feel. “Please Al, I love it so good,” You whined against his lips, his smile closed and strained as his lips brushed against yours, your breath tickling him as you whined.

Smashing your lips together Alastor picked up the pace feeling like a wild animal. He wanted you, forever, he wanted you to be his one and only, his only doe. Making himself hornier with the thought of having you all to himself his static crackled loudly as he thought up something mischievous. Pulling back from your heated kiss, you whined begging him to kiss you, touch you and fuck you, smiling at you in your disheveled state, a green huge suddenly engulfed the room.

The two of you lit up like neon as symbolize shined in the background. “Give yourself to me little doe, be my mate for entirety and the world is yours, anything you or your friends want i will give you. I can’t let such a thing like you go, i need you.” Alastor statically said, it sounded quite ominous but you were too horny to pick up on that, you could only pay attention to the need you had between your legs and in your heart. Alastor wanted you to be his forever, linked to you for eternity. Perhaps it was the fact that you were both deer that you two had this simultaneous connection, but regardless you couldn’t care you just wanted him back as much as he wanted you.

Thrusting yourself upward into him, you gripped his hand, while clenching down on him at the same time. “Yes, always i’m yours only; it’s a deal.” You moaned. Growling demonically Alastors green disputes like electricity, escaping this room and flowing through the hotel like wave. Feeling his heart bloom Alastors ears clipped back as he jackhammered into you, the dresser slamming against the wall while you squealed a little giggle bubbling out from how needy he became. That giddiness left as a violent hot mass washed over you, screaming out a moan you clutched Alastor, singing out his name through moans of appreciation as he coaxed you with praises through your orgasm.

It shook your body, and soon after Alastor came to a halt inside you, biting down hard on your neck. You moaned his name, not even feeling pain as he sunk his teeth into you down to the gum. After a few moments of licking up your blood he pulled away gazing into your fucked out eyes. As you were about to tell Alastor that you needed to figure out why you were both so suddenly connected, Charlie bolted in.

“YOU MADE A DEA- FUCK IM SORRY!” Within the span of two seconds Charlie had two separate panic attacks, one because she saw the green deal making light shoot through the hotel while you were alone with Al, and the second right after she closed to door from seeing the two of you intertwined at the hips.

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call-me-strega · 4 months

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How to Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps: part 2 (chapter 1/?)

Here is part 1, lore

Edit: ao3 link now here

They do go to a library in this chapter so there are a lot of references to books in this chapter. I've read some but not all of them so I can say anything about their quality more than as things that I thought sounded interesting in theory. A lot of the stuff at the library was inspired by my own experiences with public libraries.

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Step 2: Get to know them

Within the next 4 months Jason ran into Danny several more times. Each time becoming more and more enamored with the young man. It was hard not to when he saw how kind and hard-working he was.

The first time he ran into Danny after their first meeting he actually ran into Ellie first. Well, technically she ran into him but that's beside the point. But if you were gonna get technical about it he heard her little giggles before he saw her.

He had been at the library during some of his downtime to peruse some books and relax. The life of a vigilante crime lord isn't a very peaceful one, go figure. That's why Jason liked taking some time to himself every once in a while whether it was to have tea with Alfred, hang with one of his friends or siblings, or in this case visit Gotham Public Library.

Sure he could've gone to the Manor Library or gotten something online but the Manor was pretty far from the Alley and preferred having physical copies of his books rather than a computer or tablet. Electronics just didn't have that nostalgic book smell or the soft touch of a well-loved page.

Going to the library also came with its own perks. For one, he got to visit Barbie at work. It was always nice to see her as they had this unspoken solidarity between them. The atmosphere was also a plus. There was just something special about being able to be completely solitary yet still have this special connection to the other patrons. Seeing the old man enjoying a novel with his wife, the book club that met on Sundays, the haggard office worker winding down on the weekend with a graphic novel, the young woman teaching herself sign language, the teens goofing off while they were supposed to be studying, a mom reading The Kissing Hand to her kids, all of the various people here for various reasons; all of it made Jason feel like he was a part of something bigger.

He was currently browsing a display of LGBT+ books for young adults that the library had put up for Pride Month. '"Cemetery Boys", "Aristotle and Dante", "You Should See Me in a Crown", "Six of Crows", "Boyfriend Material", "Red, White, and Royal Blue", "Carry On", Oh- "The Song of Achilles" that sounds interesting?'

That’s when he felt a small chill pass behind him. He initially dismissed it as a draft from the air conditioner, but soon after he heard the sound of excited giggles nearby. He didn't think too much of it assuming it was another kid on their way out of the children's section. However, something niggled in the back of his head that this particular giggle was one he was familiar with.

That's when he felt something collide with his leg. He looked down to see a small child with a head of glossy black hair in a red beanie glomping his leg. Suddenly, the child looked up and beamed at him. Jason's eyes lit up with recognition and he laughed.

" Hey there munchkin, how are you?"

Ellie continued to smile, releasing her hold on his leg.

" I'm doing really good Mr. Jason! Daddy told me he didn't have any work today and he said we could go anywhere we wanted! First, we went to the bodega a got these really big breakfast sandwiches! Like really really big! Like the size of my face and we shared! And then Daddy took me to the park and it was really fun! I saw a squirrel there but it ran away before I could pet it! And then we came here and Daddy said we'd make me a library card so I could get whichever books I wanted. He read Oh The Places You Will Go and Where the Wild Things Are to me and then they were gonna have story time and Daddy looked tired from the park so I told him to read one of his space books and rest while I went to story time like a big girl! When story time was over I looked around and saw you so I came over to say hi and thank you for the cookies and food because daddy says we should always say thank you when people give us gifts!"

Damn, the girl sure had one hell of a motor mouth on her. It seemed she and Danny were in the middle of a father-daughter day. It brought a smile to his face to see that she was well taken care of, but based on her very informative rambles, it seemed they were taking care of each other.

" Why don't we go say hi to your dad, huh Elle?"

The young girl gasped, "That's a great idea! Then Daddy can say thank you too! And then you can read with us and come to our house for dinner! Daddy kept saying how he wanted to make something for you too since you made us the-, the- uuh... luz-on-ya and cookies!"

" Whoa there munchkin, how about we just start with hi?"

Ellie nodded with a determined look on her face, she wrapped her little hand around his pointer finger and pulled him along to the semi-secluded corner of the children's section. Sitting there in an armchair next to a small pile of books was Danny, who seemed to be out cold, The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy slipping from his fingers.

'Aah he must be tired from moving in and probably from working too' Jason thought to himself. A smaller voice in the back of his chimed in with its own two cents. ' He still made time for her. He took her out and is spending the whole day with her even though he's tired. He's a good dad.' That's when he made up his mind not to disrupt Danny's nap and let him get some rest before he had to tackle the rest of his father-daughter day with his hyperactive six-year-old. He placed a hand on Ellie's shoulder, stopping her as she was about to shake Danny awake, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

" It looks like you were right about your dad being tired. How about we let him rest for now and I'll say hi another time? Besides I wouldn't want to interrupt your daddy-daughter day now would I?" He started to guide her to a different portion of the library quickly forming a plan, "Hows' bout we do something I think you'll like? Did you know sometimes they bring puppies and kitties into the library?"

The young girl gasped, " REALLY!"

" Yeah, sometimes puppies and kitties can help people who are feeling sad or nervous feel better. They also help teach kids how to act nicely and quietly so that they don't scare animals by letting them read to a puppy or kitty. I can help you sign up to read to a puppy or kitty today if you want? Then afterward, you can go tell your dad and he'll be really proud of you."

The young girl seemed so excited by the prospect that Jason worried for a second that she might explode.

" That's a great idea Mr. Jason! He'll be so proud of me and he'll bring me again! And I'll get so good at not scaring animals that the squirrels in the park will let me pet them! Then, Daddy will be so impressed that he'll let us get our own puppy and Cujo can come live with us!"

Jason winced, perhaps his plan had been a tad too effective. Single parents had a hard enough time keep themselves afloat while looking after their kids, a pet was extra expenses and another commitment to devote time and effort to. Pets were usually out of budget and out of question for anyone living in or near the Alley.

Well, he'd cross that bridge if he ever got to it. For now, he focused on getting Ellie signed up to read to Charlie, the old St. Bernard that was at the library this today. He and the trainer, he squinted reading her name tag, Amanda, supervised the session. Jason would be lying if he wasn't endeared by the sight of a young girl reading Dragons Love Tacos very enthusiastically to a dog nearly twice her size.

" It's nice to see a young father spending time with his daughter."

'I agree' Jason thought before realizing Amanda thought he was Ellie's dad.

" Oh- ah no I'm her -," Jason quickly made up his mind on the least creepy excuse he could find, " -babysitter. Although, her father does make a lot of effort spend time with her."

The dog trainer flushed and apologized for her mistake but Jason waved her off saying it was no big deal. Silently, he wondered how often Danny got time to himself. When he realized what he was thinking he raised an eyebrow at himself before dismissing it as worry for a young parent and wondering how he divided his time to be able to take such good care of his daughter.

Ellie was saying her final goodbyes to Charlie when he got a text from Alfred reminding him he had promised to meet him for tea and some chitchat. Once Ellie returned to his side he let her know that he had had fun seeing her today but that he had to go spend some time with his granddad and that he'd have to say hi to her dad another time. She accepted this with a surprising amount of maturity for a 6-year-old but made him pinky-promise that he'd definitely spend some time with the both of them next time they saw each other. Jason happily accepted and sent her back off to her dad before heading over to the tea shop he and Alfred liked to meet at.

" It is so nice to see you again Master Jason. I'm happy to see arrive in one piece. Usually when you are delayed it is due to some rather -ah, unfortunate hold-ups," Alfred greeted him. He returned the smile, sinking into his seat across from Alfred, ready to unload.

" Not this time Alfie, though it is a bit of a story."

" One I'm sure you'll be pleased to tell me all about," he challenged, raising an eyebrow. Jason just shook his head and chuckled.

" Sure thing Alfie."

The next time he ran into Danny and Ellie he was at the grocery store.

Jason had been examining a piece of zucchini when he felt a light, cool breeze quickly followed by the sensation of someone walking past him. A lean figure came and stood nearby inspecting the squash. Jason glanced up, having registered a new presence, before doing a double take. A small grin graced his lips as he spoke,

" Well hey there neighbor, didn't expect to see you today."

Danny looked up, slightly startled before he saw that it was Jason. He smiled back and returned his greeting in a warm tone.

" Hey neighbor, I didn't expect to see you either. Honestly, I was hoping we wouldn't meet till I had made a batch of my family's signature fudge to give you as a thank you when we returned your dishes for the food and for looking after Ellie that day in the library."

" Ah~ the little munchkin told you bout that did she?"

" She was pleased to inform me about how she was learning not to scare animals and how Mr. Jason was sooo nice and even pinky promised to spend some more time with her." he teased.

Jason flushed slightly, his hand coming up to the back of his neck,

" Oh yeah, I hope I didn't overstep my bounds there. She just seemed so excited."

" Yeah, that sounds like my little spitfire!" he chuckled fondly. He took a deep breath and continued. " Well if you don't have anything else going on tonight I'd love to have you over. Ellie has really been looking forward to seeing you again and I can whip up some fudge that you can take home with you if you stay for dinner?" Danny seemed to flush at his own forwardness before rushing to continue, " I mean- not that you have to, especially if you're busy! I just- thought it might be nice to get to know my neighbor, especially since Ellie seems to like you so much! But-"

Jason, who had just finished processing the dinner invite, interrupted before Danny spiraled deeper into his nervous rambles. He place a hand on Danny's shoulder to get his attention and spoke,

" Sure. I'd love to come over Danny." He smiled, puffing up his chest, “ Besides, I have a pinky promise to fulfill.”

Danny returned his smile with a laugh, giving Jason's shoulder an embarrassed shove. Jason grinned at having successfully made the other laugh. The two stared at each other for a beat, coming down from their high of making each other laugh, before flushing and looking away. A look of realization passed over Danny's face and he turned to speak to Jason again.

" You probably have your own groceries to finish and put away. How about you come over around 7:30? I can have the fudge cooling in the fridge while we eat, oh which reminds me, you’re not allergic to anything are you?"

Jason smiled back. "7:30 sounds great Danny and no, no allergies as far as I’m aware, though I’m not particularly fond of most shellfish."

“Well alrighty then I’ll see you at 7:30,” Danny confirmed with a smile and rushed off to continue his own shopping.

And that’s how Jason found himself standing outside the Nightingale residence in a casual maroon 3/4 sleeve tee, a dark denim jacket, and some of his nicer trousers with a bouquet of flowers he put a frankly embarrassing amount of thought into. He figured bringing more food wouldn’t be appropriate since he was a dinner guest, dessert wouldn’t fly either as Danny had claimed he’d be making fudge, and wine didn’t seem appropriate with a 6-year-old also in attendance.

‘Come on Jason, it’s just a casual dinner with your neighbors! Normal human interaction, nothing to be nervous about! You can do this!’

Jason took a breath and knocked on the door. He heard a pitched squee followed by a “it’s him daddy!” come from behind the door. Unconsciously, Jason smiled as he heard the door unlocking. As it opened he was met with a cool breeze from within the apartment and the sight of his two neighbors. Danny was in a pale, moss green apron, smudged with what appeared to be powdered sugar, over a pale blue button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and cuffed jeans. Ellie was dressed in an interesting combo of pink crocs, neon green leggings, a sparkly, powder blue tutu, a white shirt with glittery black script declaring her “Daddy’s little princess”, a denim jacket embroidered with flowers and vines on the back and sleeves, and a plastic tiara with a big purple gem in the middle fixed atop her signature red beanie.

“Hi,” Danny greeted a bit breathlessly. His young daughter stood in front of him beaming up at Jason.

“ Mr. Jason you came!” She bounced excitedly on her heels before launching forward to hug his leg. She tugged at his jacket before pointing to her own, “Look! We match!”

With a smile, Jason got down on one knee and offered the flowers to her, “ And what an honor it is to match with such a beautiful princess! Please, accept these flowers as a token of my goodwill m’lady!”

“Thank you!” The girl giggled, accepting the bouquet and scurrying back into the apartment. Jason watched her go with a smile. He then turned his gaze to look up at Danny who watched the whole interaction with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. He met Jason’s gaze and smiled.

“Why don’t you come in too my good sir,” he teased, holding out his hand to help Jason up. Jason smirked at the opportunity Danny had unknowingly presented him. He took Danny’s hand but made no move to get up. Instead, he ran his thumb over the other man’s knuckles and slowly brought the hand closer to his face. He glanced up once more, teal eyes connecting to icy blue ones.

“Of course my dear king,” he whispered. His breath dancing over Danny’s hand, his lips ghosting over his knuckles. Maintaining eye contact, the kneeling man placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles, watching a beautiful red flush bloom upon the young man’s face.

‘His hand is cold. His fingers have the beginnings of callouses on them. It feels like his hand was made to fit in mine. This feels right’

Jason is snapped out of his reverie when Danny clears his throat. He coughs into his other hand while trying to hide his blush, averting his eyes in embarrassment. He doesn't withdraw his hand however, allowing Jason to continue to hold it. Jason took that as his sign to get up before this got too awkward.

He rose from the ground still not letting go of the other's hand. The pair stood there for a moment with their hands intertwined, as if a message was being passed through their tingling palms. A charge filled the air with an exhilarating tension. The kind you feel before trying something unfamiliar and new that, unbeknownst to you, will become your favorite.

“So, uh, let’s head in then?” Danny said, slowly withdrawing his hand from Jason’s, almost as if he was reluctant to do so.

“Let’s,” Jason replied and the two turned into the apartment.

Danny had Ellie show Jason to the bathroom so he could wash up as he set the table. He had made grilled squash, a macaroni and beef hotdish, and some Greek salad on the side. The three of them sat at the table making some small talk ( how are they liking it in Gotham, how did the rest of daddy-daughter day go, does Jason have restaurant/activity recommendations, would he like to see Ellie’s favorite model airplane, etc.) and laughing with each other over horrible dad jokes and Ellie’s antics.

Jason could feel his chest fill with an almost unbearable warmth. He would’ve sworn it’d have melted him from the inside out if it hadn’t been accompanied by an overwhelming feeling of joy and desire. The traitorous little whisper in his head returned to comment on how much he’d love to be a part of the Nightingale’s family.

Soon enough it was time for Ellie to head to bed and Jason to head out, lest he be late for patrol.

“Here, I can clear off the table while you put her to bed.”

Danny rushed to stop him despite the young child koala wrapped over his torso. “Oh, you really don’t have to do that. I can-”

“Relax your highness, let me take care of this while you put the princess to bed.” He gave Danny a kind look, hefting up the dirty dishes. Danny returned it with a grateful look and turned to go put his daughter to bed. Over his shoulder, Ellie looked up sleepily and weakly waved one last time saying “Goodnight Mr.Jason” in a small voice.

Jason smiled gently at her and replied, “Goodnight princess.”

He then turned back to his task of clearing the table. Moving the dirty dishes to the sink and the serving dishes to the counter. He figured he’d get started on the dishes while he waited for Danny to return. He let his mind wander as he covered a plate with soapy suds. Danny and Ellie seemed like a good pair of neighbors. He doubted they’d cause him any trouble and if they ever unintentionally did, Jason found himself thinking he’d find it rather easy to forgive them. The two were both so welcoming and full of life. They made Jason feel so happy and peaceful tonight. They welcomed him into their home and made him feel as if they enjoyed his company and wanted him around for more than just a cursory “return the favor” dinner. ‘As If he belongs there. With them.’ The little voice returned, prompting Jason to reel in his thoughts. He’s only known them for what? Two weeks? These weren’t the type of thoughts he should be having at this point. He tried to rationalize it telling himself he just missed the domesticity of family dinners like he had when Catherine was in a good stretch or like he had with Bruce, Dick, and Alfred as kid when they were all getting along. He made up his mind to attend one of the bi-weekly family dinners at the manor coming up. It’d be nice to see the little demon brat, big bird, and nerd bird again now that they were getting along like actual brothers.

“Oh! Jason you didn’t have to do that!” His train of thought broken by Danny rushing over to protest him doing dishes. “You’re a guest! You really didn’t have to-”

“It’s okay Danny, I wanted to,” he reassured the fussing young man who pulled him away from the sink. The young man responded by pushing him out of the kitchen and telling him to grab his jacket before turning back to grab something from the fridge.

And there he stood in the doorway, 20 minutes after he had intended to leave, still saying goodbye. Danny pushed a familiar Tupperware container into his hands, which recognized as the one he had given them lasagna in, now full of dark squares of fudge sprinkled with a bit of white and green on top.

Danny smiled as he handed him the sweets. “A family recipe with my own little twist on it,” he winked. Jason gratefully accepted, wishing the young man well and agreeing that he hoped to see the other again soon. And with that, Jason rushed off hoping that he wouldn’t be late for patrol.

~ Later that night Jason returned to his apartment, exhausted. He chucked his helmet off onto the bed and stumbled to his kitchen. He pulled open the fridge in search of something to eat when his eyes landed on the fudge his neighbor had given him. He pulled it out and grabbed a square, giving it a sniff before biting in. His eyes widened at the taste.

The fudge was, well fudgy, but not overly sweet. It had a richness of dark chocolate and a sweeter note from the white chocolate chips mixed in. There were also candied orange peels mixed into it which gave the fudge a bit of chew and acidity to break up the richness. The fudge was topped with pistachios adding a nutty, earthy flavor to the experience. He’s sure that if Martian Manhunter ever tried these he’d accuse Jason of giving him hard drugs. But what Jason liked most of all was the quality only homemade food and family recipes passed down over generations have. He could practically taste the amount of love and thought that went into this fudge.

Jason smiled to himself finishing off his square and decided the save the rest for later. He headed off to bed with a peaceful smile on his face and a warm, full, feeling in his chest.

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I tried very hard to balance out the dialogue and description as well as to not make it too long winded and keep the story moving so please let me know what you guys think. I love receiving feedback so if there is anything you want to see more or less of let me know. I’m also open to suggestions of where Jason should run into our father-daughter pair next.

If anyone's interested here is what the bouquet was comprised of: apple blossom- preference, basil- good wishes, white camellia- you're adorable, goldenrod- encouragement/good fortune, violets- watchfulness/modesty/faithfulness

I actually looked up a real fudge recipe so that I'd have and easier time describing it. You can find it here: https://www.midwestliving.com/recipe/candy/creamy-rich-pistachio-tangerine-fudge

#long post #like Long long #dead on main #jason todd x danny fenton #dc x dp #How To Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps #How to Become a Step-Dad #hbsd #romance #fluff #domestic fluff #falling in love #single dad!danny fenton #de-aged!dani #books & libraries #family dinner #jason todd #danielle fenton #danny fenton

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superman - gabe perreault ❥

tw: angst? fluff? not proofread. this is my first fic lol. pls be nice!! inspired by superman by taylor swift

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lottie woke up to the sound of an alarm going off knowing very well it didnt belong to her. it belonged to the snoring and now slightly grumpy boy wrapped around her. who was tightening his arms around her waist because he didnt want to let go. he turns and puts his alarm on snooze and turns back to the beautiful girl in his sheets mumbling something about how all he needed was just five more minutes.

“gabe you have to go, youre gonna be late” lottie softly says sleepily.

gabe huffs and untangles his arms from her waist as he sits up; not before leaning over and giving lottie a kiss on the cheek that never managed to fail and give her butterflies even if it was five AM. lottie watches gabes tall and dark haired figure disappear into the bathroom as her mind begins to wonder off into a realm of wonder.

lottie knew what she was getting herself into when she met gabe and ultimately decided to get involved with him. hes a hockey player who happens to be a pretty darn good one meaning he was going to be gone on roadies and there was going to be days where he was going to leave for roadies. at days at a time.

he walks out stuffing something in his bag so he can leave off and save the world; or go play hockey. Its the same thing to lottie. atleast in her imagination.

“you okay?” he softly says as he sees his girlfriend sitting up on his bed staring at him, in his shirt having a bit of a dazed look on her face.

“im fine, it just sucks youre leaving again. I feel like you just got back” lottie sighs.

she was right seeing as they just came back from christmas break last tuesday and it was currently friday morning and he was already leaving. again.

“i know baby, but i’ll call you everynight and ill be texting you as long as i have my phone” gabe says walking over to her and gently stroking her hair. “we’ll be fine we always are” he mumbles before giving her the sweetest forhead kiss.

lottie looks up at him with some words hanging off the tip of her tongue but for some reason she just cant voice them. shes not even sure what exactly she wants to say.

he has his mothers eyes.

lottie cant help but notice. as she stares into them.

they get pulled out of their little admiring eachother moment when gabes phone goes off. lottie knows its most likely will or ryan waiting for him downstairs in the car ready to drive to the buses. she knows he has a busy day.

“ill be out in a moment” gabe says into the phone rushing to get his bag not before giving lottie a swiss kiss “bye babe i love you” he says rushed.

if lottie wasnt awake two seconds ago she was definitely awake now. they stopped and looked at eachother wide eyed knowing damn well they hadnt said those words to eachother yet. I mean lottie knew she felt them she just didnt know how to voice them. he knew she loved him. right?

gabe looks at lottie for a moment waiting for her to say them back like any boyfriend who does nothing but support and love her, but lotties mind was anywhere but in the room. at the moment just wanted to crawl up into a little ball and cry because she couldnt help but overthink the fact he probably didnt mean them and it was most likely one of those moments where you accidentally say i love you like when your five and you accidentally call your kindergarten teacher mom. your not his kindergarten teacher lottie, your his girlfriend.

she decided to do what she does best and acted ditzy.

“good luck!!” she said, patting his chest with a smile that looked eerily ill.

gabe was taken aback. a little because the first time he wanted to tell lottie he loved her, he wanted to make it special. he couldnt believe he did it just like that 10 seconds before he had to be out the door. but mostly due to the fact lottie looked like a deer in headlights.

does she not love me? was it too soon? is there someone else? gabe couldnt help but think.

he stared at charlotte for a moment before nodding to himself in what lottie couldnt tell was disappointment or anger? walking out the door.

he had to know lottie has always loved him since the very first day. right?!? that she'll be waiting for him when he gets back, right?

lotties mind was going about one hundred miles per hour.

meanwhile, gabe couldnt wrap his head around what just happened.

“gabe-o you good buddy?” ryan ask, seeing as gabe got into the car looking like he was about to break into a million pieces.

“yeah ill be fine” he said while irrationally muting lotties messages of her telling gabe to call her. he puts on his beats quickly after that signifying he didnt want the conversation to go any further.

ryan and will give eachother a look before taking off and ultimately deciding to let it go knowing gabe would probably just temm them later.

meanwhile lottie was sitting on gabes bed wondering what the hell is wrong with her. gabe is what anyone would want in a man. hes a gentlemen he treats her as if she was a princess and hearing those words wanted to make her scream and kick her feet. yet when the time came she stared at him. he probably felt like crap and that was not what he needed going into a weekend of gamedays. she felt horrible seeing as he was leaving her on delivered or just read.

part of her knew she deserved it and she just wanted to desperately tell him how shes loved him from the very first day and she just hoped he didnt go off and do something irrational, because he had to know lottie was going to be here when he got back, waiting for him right?

… to be continued

#gabe perreault #gabe perreault x reader #ryan leonard #will smith hockey #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #bc hockey

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 3, Episode 8, Part 4: "Let The Games Begin", the part where Lorelai says that if Jess was trapped inside her burning house she would save her shoes first

Lorelai Gilmore, you are no Jack Pearson. I won't complete that thought, even though I'm feeling nice and mean and I totally should.

Scene: Lorelai and Rory are discussing the upcoming road trip to New Haven with the Gilmore Grands. Rory forgot to pack. Lorelai goes into panic mode. Rory questions why she needs to pack her entire closet for a short road trip. Lorelai recounts a family vacation story from her childhood that would be best unpacked in a lengthy therapy session, frets that her mother will lecture them for under-packing, starts rummaging through Rory's dresser. Rory catches Lorelai making a double entendre about a meaty taco and declares it was dirty. The show makes another dig at New Haven after Lorelai brings home a pamphlet about Exciting Things to Do In New Haven but it's only a few pages long.

You sound surprised, as if ya'll aren't wearing heavy coats and long sleeves in the spring and summer. I swear there's something in the drinking water affecting everyone's thyroids in this town, they can't regulate their body temperatures.

Could anyone tell I'm stalling here? Classic Salty.

Rory: Mom, stop rummaging through my shit. Awwwe. Even Evil Villains like Lorelai Gilmore get the blues. I'm surprised she decided to go on this road trip to Yale instead of sending Rory off alone with the Grands, that way she'd have the house and Dean Forrester to herself the entire day. Since Dean's sexual stamina only extends to 1-2 minutes, they could have had sex hundreds of times in a day.

Two quips that sprang to mind (couldn't decided which one was better): The only words Lorelai is thinking about right now are "Dean" and "Shower". Lorelai thinks Jess removed Rory's bracelet while they're in the shower together? Jess could only hope.

Excuse me for a moment... *deep inhale*

I went into the Tumblr gifs library and looked up "peaceful". Here is a nice, presumably not-evil, Peaceful Bunny.

So not only does Jess commit attempted vehicular homicide, and steal Quarters on a String, he steals said QOAS by forcibly ripping them directly off the wrists of poor unsuspsecting delicate young ladies.

Nice try. You think you're so slick, but you're not, Slick Gilly.

You all don't understand the effort it takes for me to break down a scene like this without taking the cowards way out and simply rage quitting (which I have done before). I have to come up with multiple lines of witty, cutting commentary about what is unfolding before me, when all I want to do is KEYBORD SMASH. SO, YOU KNOW WHAT I WILL!! ITS A FREE COUNTRY ISNT IT! BALD EAGLE BASEBALL APPLE PIE! (Deep inhale) sagfshafgahfgasvxzcywtryqwuhajlkansjbkfagsfyafvabsfvsdgr2347527q2y4q#&$T%#^%^#*U@(%)&@tGSHFBSHFSVAGFSFS FUCKYOULORELAIGILMORE#^&#^%&#^WGHFSHGAS@$%@^@

Thank for reminding the audience the reason why Lorelai thinks Jess should, ya know, die painfully and slowly. He was mouthy once. (the Netflix captions borked the line; Rory also said "and wrecked my car", but as if that makes Lorelai's treatment of Future Nephew any more justifable).

I am told that in a later season, Lorelai bemoans the fact that unlike Dean, Jess never offered to change her water bottle for her. NOW WHY WOULD HE DO THAT? YOU'RE ABOUT TO WISH HIM A FIREY DEATH. AND WHEN HE WAS (FORCIBLY) APPOINTED TO CLEAN YOUR GUTTERS YOU DIDN'T WANT HIS HELP..

Lorelai practically moans this, lol. We know "Change the water bottle" can mean two very different things. You ain't so slick, Slick Gilly.

Welcome to Gaslighting and Emotional Manipulation Theater! See, here's the thing Slick Gilly, I watched an entire frigging episode about you accusing Jess of being a thief, it was called Lost and Found and it took me four frigging centuries to finish, I'm quite sure I have concrete evidence that you have accused him of stealing things. I am Jess Mariano's defense attorney and I will see you in court. Bring Rory too, she should also start getting used to what a court room looks like.

Rory, honey. Sweetie. Sugar bear. It's best you don't wish for a crystal ball. Just strap in to the rollercoaster that is dating Jess Mariano while living with your mother, and pray.

See, here's the thing Slick Gilly, I watched an entire frigging episode about you not letting Jess enter your house, it was called Swan Song and it will take me four frigging centuries to rewatch it.

This "Jess talks in grunts" shtick is getting old and moldy.

So not only does Jess commit attempted vehicular homicide, steal Quarters on a String, and steal said QOAS by forcibly ripipng them directly off the wrists of poor unsuspsecting delicate young ladies, but he's also an arsonist, and not only is he an arsonist, he's such a bad one that he'll apparently be killed by his handiwork? (he also can't be trusted to clean gutters). He was probably trying to off himself instead of live in Stars Hollow for another minute. Can we recall another time Rory tried to play this same grim hypothetical with her mom? Does Rory, like Jess, also have some kind of firey death wish? I mean, who can blame either of them. *twinkly flashback music to early season 2*

I notice Pigtails didn't say "my daughter" this time, either. Sorry Rory. Maybe try playing a third time until she answers with "Some form of human life." Lorelai lies to Rory's face that she "promised you before and am promising you again that I will cut "this kid" some slack." Alright, I ran through my 30 screen shots, let's stuff this scene in a sack and throw it into the lake with Shane and her swan family.

Rory: "You're just waiting for the day I break up with Jess." Lorelai The Villain: "Did I like Dean? Yes. Did I worry less when you were with dean? Yes! I never expected you to be with Dean forever. I don't expect you to be with Jess forever." What a pile of rancid baloney. Maybe he won't be with Rory forever, but 13 years later Jess becomes her nephew and will be a part of her family forever and I will never, ever, ever stop loving that. What JUSTICE.

When I hit my lowest of low valleys listening to this wretched woman spew her many lies and Gilly-Nonsense, It's often the only thing that makes me smile.

#jess mariano #literati #gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #let the games begin #ltgb #now I just have to suffer through the ridiculous shit fit she has at Yale

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bugs1nmybrain · 2 months

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Fem!Shigaraki Headcanons

Turning my f/os into girls is so therapeutic I'm considering even making one-shots. Fml

Warnings: fem reader, fem Shiggy, NSFW (18+) sex stuff!, bras and period kind of talk, most of these don't even apply to a relationship, not proofread

Shiggy as a girlie? What a silly lil gal

Personality-wise she's not different than Tomura, but she may be more prone to sadness because of the differences in social upbringing that girls go through. Male Tomura likely thinks he's too ballsy to cry

Angry cries

But she's feisty and angry

A true femcel

She's still a great gamer and blows away people online when they find out she's a girl because misogyny is very smelly in the gaming community. "Is that a girl in the chat??" Tomura: "Cope with it fuckface."

I think girl Tomura would be very jumpy for some reason. Being startled would be so easy for her. I also mean in general though, like she has a lot of pent-up emotions in her that she has to throw it all out through hyperactivity

Paces around the apartment mumbling to herself when she's stressed

Has no idea how to go about relationships because she feels very insecure. She doesn't see herself as an attractive woman because of all her scars, dry skin, and moles, so she doesn't feel like she has a chance with anyone

She fucking hates fashion media, and seeing some perfect model on a billboard is enough to make her start itching in insecurity

It's actually very easy for her to like someone romantically, but she doubts that they'd ever like her, too, so she just starts being mean and nasty

She's very bitter

She has a voice that many would call a "witchy-bitch" voice, but it's cute esp when she's getting excited about something she's happy about

once you get her to laugh she's all yours

her laugh is so contagious and the whole apartment complex is hearing that

So when she started dating you she feels confused and undeserving. She's very flirty and likes spending time with you but she withdraws for a bit because she gets paranoid that you suddenly hate her and find her annoying

BPD coded

Throws shit when she's angry

And yes, she could just disintegrate stuff, but where's the fun in that?

girl musk

Shiggy would likely be about 5'4 as a girl, and I say this because in many countries the average female height is 5 inches below the average male height, and Shigarki is 5'9.

Before her AFO surgery she looked very weak and thin, but after she starts to fill out more

Her titties are about a smaller C cup before her upgrade and goes up a cup after her upgrade. They sag a bit and have itch scars. She likes wearing push-ups to make her feel more compact (I notice that Shiggy likes tight clothes).

Her ass fills out more after her surgery but not by much, she's kind of petite in that department. Her hip-to-waist ratio will fool you

Her periods are HORRIBLE and I mean DANGEROUS

She's in so much pain!!!

Her cramps are unlike anything because of all the stress she endures and it's just her natural body doing its thing. They're so bad that she pukes and can faint if it's too bad. She has to wear pads because she bleeds very heavily, so tampons aren't doing it

She gets very angry and depressed during this time, and if you poke fun at her and do the "ohoho is it that time of month??" you are dead

please tell her to go take a shower during this time she will stink

Likely has endometriosis and is also definitely anemic because of all the bloodloss and malnutrition

She resembles her female relatives quite a bit; her mom, Nana, her sister, etc.

Sometimes she'll wear eyeliner!! Not always but if she's trying to look nice for a PLF meeting or something she'll put a little wing on her eyes.

nsfw time

She's a switch but loves to bottom

Fucking RAIL her she loves it

The first time you fuck it's likely her first time, and she's soaked so bad that you have to get a towel to clean up all the mess

But actually, you might occasionally need lube if you're using a dildo for her because she gets dry when she's extremely stressed or for no exact reason sometimes

clingggyyyyy

she will hang off of you once you're done and get all sappy about it

"i looove you, you're the only person I'll ever love."

The next morning, "morning, loser"

will bite you

Moans loud

No matter what gender Shigaraki is, Shiggy loves boobies

Will definitely ask you to do very perverse things with her

will ask u to rub boobies together

she is a middle schooler at heart

mommy issues still apply but if she was with a guy daddy issues would come out too

will call you mommy or daddy just to make you mad

She has the widest smile with her crooked chompers but she's so pretty when she's genuinely smiling

#f/os #shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #shiggy #shigaraki tomura headcanons #fem shigaraki #fem shigaraki x reader #shimura tenko

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whalesforhands · 9 months

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i want to say so many things abt stsg & mc in dyf au so bad omg. i feel like their characters aren’t getting across and i don’t feel like talking in fic writing language i just want to vomit everything out

and also bcs nobody talks to me in asks :(

dyf IS an alternative universe where gojo and geto get together late first year/early second year if you haven’t already noticed.

i headcanon it would be around christmas when it’s so called ‘official’

it’s just?? kind of decided unanimously one day that they get together since they get each other so well? unsaid lovers kinda thing

dyf!mc actually assumed they were already dating during the start of the first year. its definitely love at first sight when they butt heads as often as they do right? she swears that ppl with that type of relationship either end up in a grave or in bed together

i’ve said this before but stsg’s relationship is something i view as far more than friendship or just a romance. there is this… unsaid understanding between them despite their differences. i imagine them as mirror images of the other, two halves of a whole, soulmates ykwim

everyone thinks gojo is the horny one, but it’s geto x190%

when do all 3 get together? officially, not yet. third year aus are typically them teetering ON romantic relationship, but definitely holds no water yet. but there is an increase in skinship that dyf mc had settled comfortably into and thinks it’s perfectly normal.

i mean, she does that with shoko right?? what’s the diff if she does it with these 2 that she loves just as much (and may or may not have a crush on)

anyway, back to dyf mc

i don’t know if it’s super obvious to everyone yet, but dyf mc definitely has some degree of social anxiety and depression, explaining the way she pulls back and gets lost in her thoughts instead to feel safe

she understands what she feels, but it’s very very overwhelming u get?

mc is also shown to be sensitive to cursed energy if u also didn’t notice loll,,,, to the point she can pinpoint the 3. or is it just because she has trained herself to feel for their specific auras hmmm??

anyway. since stsg are ‘dating’, she does try very hard to suppress anything romantic she tends to feel, and WILL convince herself that lITERALLY anything they try on her is STRICTLY PLATONIC bcs she just can’t believe these 2 will ever like her in THAT manner yk

and shoko? shoko is single. shoko is pretty. shoko is flirting with her. but since stsg treat her LIKE THAT, she thinks this is what happens when you’re getting close to others right?

she likes it a lot. she hopes they continue to stay close to her. (LMAO DENSE ASF)

tbh i didn’t intend for shoko to be so involved with mc. i wrote it that way bcs i had an equally huge crush on her and it just integrated itself naturally into my writing LOL

also, the smut threesome fics were all practice fics lolllll. i’ve never written threesomes in my life and they were my first cracks at it

something special for getting all the way here bcs im just rambling haha. i’m trying to get ppl to interact with me i’m so sad and lonely writing all by myself

in the bully! satosugu au

gojo and mc were actually childhood friends! imagine that. growing up in the neighbourhood with that spoilt, but kind little white-haired brat but him moving away soon after

only to see him again when you’re way, way older!and that other black-haired guy that he seems to be super close with. you’re gonna be friends again, right?

and he’s never been so excited to see you! he’s so much taller now and his arms are so strong, so different from the weak chubby flab of the child him that you thought was adorable, so you’d always ask your mom for extra snacks to eat together!

but now he’s literally picking you up, your feet barely touching the ground as he holds you so so so tightly, as if afraid you’d disappear

it’s nice catching up with him, sitting with him and a close friend of his, geto suguru at lunch, following them to the convenience store after school to get a quick snack

only for him to ignore you the next week when you bound up to him smiling, greeting him with excited cheer. he quirks a brow at you, shoving you out of the way before walking away…

what… did you do wrong? what’s wrong with him?

#dyf au #nvytalks #cyh au

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choicesficwriterscreations · 8 months

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September MC & OCs of the Month - Special Edition: Ava Flores

Help us in welcoming September's MCs and OCs of the month! That's right, plural! Most months, CFWC highlights one randomly selected MC or OC from our Meet My MC / OC List. (More info here.) But this month, we're doing something different.

In August, @lilyoffandoms hosted a Writers Appreciation Month, and we announced the September Writer of the Month would be selected from its participants. But all participants agreed - Lily deserved the honor! Still, we wanted to do something nice for the eleven writers who elected to participate to help uplift other writers in the fandom. So, this month, each of the eleven participants will have one of their MCs or OCs highlighted.

We will introduce each MC / OC individually, and once all eleven have been highlighted, a masterlist for the month will be created. We hope you enjoy getting to know all about them!

The first MC of the Month is @petiteboheme 's Ava Flores!

Learn more about Ava below!

In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC.

Ava Flores is kind, free-spirited, loyal, adventurous, and down to earth. As an Afro-Latina, she is bilingual, with strong cultural roots and a large, close-knit family. The ‘Flores family love and support each other, and this has given Ava a strong sense of self. She knows her worth and won’t settle for less than what she knows she deserves. She is expressive of her feelings, both positive and negative, and had no issues calling Drake out on things during book 1

Following the scandal and being escorted to the airport, she refused to return when they tried to retrieve her. She’d felt unheard by a lot of the people around her and had had enough. Drake had to take drastic action and a lot of convincing to get to return in time for the first tour stop in Italy.

Do you feel your MC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

I think, as a writer, it’s hard not to sprinkle a little bit of yourself into characters, even existing canon ones. But Ava is very different from me. Her family dynamic, upbringing, life experience background, and culture are different from my own. She has Caribbean timekeeping while I’m OCD, lol. She’s stronger, braver, louder, and more outgoing and determined than I am. I’m an introvert, and I don’t think I’d be able to deal with the Cordonian court at all lol

What is most important to your MC? What is their motivation in life?

Happiness, first and foremost. Everything she does is motivated by that. Her career choice (chef) is something she loves doing; she grew up with a mother who bakes for a living (her own business), so the fact that she wants to run her own simple little restaurant certainly influenced her mom. Writing slam poetry is her outlet and has helped her through many difficult situations. Her impromptu decision to go to Cordonia was less motivated by ‘winning a prince’ and more about adventure, making new friends, and doing things she’d never done before. The fact that she found love with Drake along the way was just the icing on the cake.

A relatively new motivation for her (since arriving in Cordonia) is making a difference in the lives of people she’s never met. Shortly after the sailing event, where Ava had worn braids, she met a young mother who told her that her daughter struggled with self-image, especially with her hair, and wouldn’t wear braids because she’d felt they were ‘ugly’. Seeing Ava wearing braids had a big impact on the little girl. Hearing this moved Ava, who never imagined herself as a role model.

What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

She hates racism, xenophobia, and she has had to deal with it more times than she cares to remember. Dishonesty and insincerity, she has little tolerance or patience for those either. The things most valued at court (wealth, power etc.) are alien to her, which is why she’s happier away from it.

If your MC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

Very little. She believes in growing and learning from her mistakes. But in my writing, her encounter with Tariq was more intense than in canon, and she hates that it happened. Drake begins teaching her self-defense before book two, but she wishes she’d had the skill sooner. She's still carrying a lot of anger over it and won’t be as forgiving to those involved as you had to be in canon.

What is your MC’s favorite quote or song?

She has many, from famous speeches to songs and poems that talk about injustice. Here are just a few

"You can only become accomplished at something you love. Don't make money your goal." –Maya Angelou

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery

None but ourselves can free our mind - Bob Marley

Before we find world peace, we gotta find peace and end the war in the streets. - Tupac

“If you don’t live your life, then who will?” - Rhianna

Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC?

People say you should write for yourself, and that’s pretty much what I did with Ava. She is the MC/LI for Drake, and I wanted more than anything to see and read about her. I couldn't not write her. She’s developed over time, of course, but I knew from the beginning she would be big-hearted, lively and would come from a warm, loving family whom she was close to. She is everything Drake needs and more, Although I don’t have a lot in common with her, she’s made a big impact on me. She’s broadened my horizons, and I’ve learned from her. The response she’s created is amazing, and I am so grateful others have taken to her so well.

#choices fic writers creations #cfwc mc of the month #petiteboheme #ava flores #playchoices

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blueskieswastaken · 1 year

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Hiiiii if you dont mind I would LOVE to hear more of your pearlina moms propaganda its so good thank u. ps your off the hook magnum opus series is AMAZING

!!!!!!!!!! hang on let me think up some REALLY GOOD HEADCANONS just for you anon im so sorry it took me so long to notice this ask and also answer it,,, (it has only been a few hours)

just like with all my moms posts (tm) this got super long it’s going under the cut. have a good meal anon

pearl and marina kept the fact that they were going to have a baby very much under wraps. tabloids spread rumors, but they just got shut down by off the hook personally. like, an article titled “off the hook spotted buying maternity wear- are they gaining another member?” gets posted on twitter or something and pearl reteweets it and she says “no, it’s for family.” or something

of course, the article was right. it was just a secret. until they very much couldn’t hide the twins anymore… when they were five years old and had to be enrolled in school. don’t ask me how they did it.

i think it would be super sweet if everything was planned out from the start, so that’s how i write my pearlina moms.

pearl and marina talked for a very long time about having a baby. it took three years to decide on yes and another two to get everything ready and for marina to get over her nerves…

but everything turned out okay! :]

when the twins are still super small, pearl likes to carry them in her sweatshirt pockets or her purse, cause they fit in there and it’s nice and comfy for good naps. if you think of her octo expansion outfit and look at her sweater she’s got a pocket there, that’s where she puts them. like a momma kangaroo!

even when they’re teenagers pearlie still has them go swim form and crawl into her pockets when they get sleepy in public.

even before haruko and marley were born, their moms sang to them. pearl used to press herself up to marina and sing into the light, super softly, just to make sure her babies got sleep too. it very quickly became their lullaby, not to mention it accidentally got marina to sleep too, oops…

pearl thought it was super super cute. she has videos.

to marina holding and/or cuddling the twins is like a weighted blanket for her. it’s absolutely one of the most comforting things she’s ever experienced. she stims by scratching their backs, super gentle, and she’s very lucky that it makes both of them just melt and hug her and purr. they can’t reach their backs to scratch them, so marina doing it makes them very happy.

octolings like to play-fight and wrestle i think, so especially when they’re little marina fake-fights her twins with just her hands to keep from hurting them and to teach them to play. once haruko bit her and marley got very upset when she pretended to die…

pearl did a lot of googling throughout the whole thing. like, take the amount that popped into your head when i said “a lot of googling”, and maybe quadruple it. and then take that amount and triple it. that’s about how much googling she did. she wanted to take the absolute best care of her wife she could, so she decided she was going to learn everything she could- good places to take her, comfortable clothing options, the bestest softest blankets to get, homemade ice cream recipes. marina would have felt a little bad, but pearl didn’t let her.

haruko and marley are pretty much the spitting image of both their moms, so much so that once their aunt callie managed to genuinely mistake both of them for their moms at a glance more than once! they have never let her live this down <3

marina used to cradle the twins in her tentacles when she had her hands full. she owns a baby sling, she just never decided to use it. pearl gets more use out of it than she does.

one of the first things pearl says to marley when she meets him and is no longer completely shellshocked by him existing is “why didn’t you let us see you, little guy? were you too shy to say hello?”

(his response: rolling over and going to sleep.)

i could say so many more but im getting carried away.

#pearlina #splatoon #pearl houzuki #marina iida #pearlina moms propaganda #the pearlina twins #my trash sculptures #weheheh.

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unplanned-parenthood · 11 months

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I WANT TO HEAR YOUR AMBER LORE SOOOO BAD. she is my everything i agree with all of your takes on her so so so hard you put it into words

i was definitely exaggerating when i said Amber Lore but i do think abt her past a lot....most of it is related to her upbringing (shocking in the show where absolutely everyone has smthing going on w their family) AND her being a lesbian because lesbian amber is so real to me. this is very messy and barely coherent but. you asked so you shall receive. under the cut though bc its like. a lot

born and raised in boston (thanks mrs. dunnek for being born there) by her mom, really good relationship with her but they didn’t /see/ each other too often bc mamalakis worked a pretty demanding corporate job (she is just as ambitious as amber, yeah, except she worries about how others see her quite more, aka she Will play nice to get what she needs) so amber was by herself a lot since a very young age. she has no siblings and no connection with her immediate or extended family (neither from her mom’s or dad’s side, dad’s mostly because he was never in the picture)

her mom being a very successful and hard-working woman certainly made amber internalize lots of stuff and add lots of expectations to what shes supposed to be slash what shes supposed to do and mamalakis was never demanding or strict w amber but amber 100% was with herself and she was definitely one of those kids who cried and threw up when they didnt get perfect marks LOL

she has always been very blunt + obsessed with being right + smarter than anyone else so she was pretty much by herself even outside of her home but she spent a lot of the time in the local library. she read pretty much everything available and the only ones that didnt bore her were medical books (i can perfectly imagine a little amber liking how grotesque some of the graphics/pictures were lol…my princess)

adding onto the ‘mostly by herself thing’ she pretty much did not have friends for most of her childhood/teenhood but she had a small group of girls she used to hang out and go shopping with during hs, they were all pretty fake and disliked each other though. amber knew that but she didnt care, she just took advantage of it so she at least had someone to drag with her when there were group projects and stuff (if she was going to be gifting away perfect marks she would much rather it be a known evil, you know)

she did her undergrad, premed, um whatever its called in boston uni. last time i did research i settled on biomed, i think? but i could also see her pursuing something in the psychology field…

in uni is when she deliberately started trying to get boyfriends and stuff, even if she knew she didnt need a boyfriend or anything bc her mom didnt have one and she was fine but she still went out of her way to date like every boy out there. just to feel something and like prove herself she could, and maybe just become the image of the perfect daughter her mom deserves (the one who her mom definitely would never push her to become but rather the one amber made in head. she really put her mom on a pedestal A Lot) she didnt like any of the guys she dated though, and most of them werent very Nice either (plays the love and respect scene over and over in my brain) but she just shrugged it off at the fact that maybe relationships just werent for her

but she was like Very Wrong bc while she was out there having meaningless relationships w guys she was growing closer with her roommate lol…who was pretty much her first Real friend and whom she didnt get along very well at first bc she slacked off a lot and was constantly asking for her help but she was also very sweet, had a nice smile and took care of amber whenever she was sick (which was a lot, i think she has seasonal allergies and gets lots of colds) also completely unrelated but she did have brown hair and dark brown eyes :) (you see where this is going) they never dated although her roommate definitely liked her that way but also comphet is a bitch and when amber realized she might actually want to pursue something w her she started dating even More Guys and started avoiding her roommate and everything. she realized somewhere along the 3rd year or so of being roommates (they stuck together even after their freshman year, yeah <3) that she liked her but it wasnt until her last year there that her roommate confronted her about it and it was a whole fight and everything. amber might or might not have said that their friendship would never last bc she didnt want distractions once she started med school and...it was Bad. after that amber stopped dating altogether up until…you know who. absolutely not a coincidence she ended with the one guy who is absolutely repressed and dealing with the comphet demons too (i do think they loved each other though, as much as they could. but they were both trying to fill the gap of the one thing they could never have. and as i have said lesbians and gay men will always literally go and have the most tragic romances in TV)

and. well. after that it pretty much went downhill for my princess. she moved to missouri for med school (canonically WUSM!) and…her mom died, car accident, um. the narratives im so sorry. it was Bad she struggled a lot and she was now by herself for sure but she worked her ass off to get her degree because she knew her mom wouldnt have wanted to see her giving up. then she moved to NJ to do her residencies (a little closer to what she used to call home, but not close enough to make her depressed) and then pretty much what happens in the show :-)

in a happier timeline she comes to terms w her sexuality and tries to connect w her old roommate again and she is like head of radiology in some prestigious hospital. or maybe head of the second diagnostics department to ever exist. she deserves it.

#thank you for asking. i love her so much #inbox #amber volakis

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twinkle-art · 8 months

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im curious since Andromeda has terminal haunted by mom thoughts behavior and a weirdoes connection to Emet selch, what's her thoughts/relationship to hydaelyn/venat? cuz she kind of comes out the gate swinging and just straight up calls the player character her child in early visions. I suppose its equally likely hydaelyn was just too vague for a while for her to have very concrete feelings about it, and perhaps a more traditionally maternal style doesnt resonate enough to be very affecting, but im curious as to how she felt about All That

ohhhh this question is so fun i’m so tickled to know you’ve been paying attention like that

so the short version is a little of column A, a little of column B– the truly overwhelming aura of maternal love that hydaelyn exudes unsurprisingly hit her like a goddamn truck, but perhaps not how you might expect.

circa. ARR, when she was first given the title of Hydaelyn’s Little Superstar, she was very lost in the sauce of an uncomplicated Narrative of Heroism. as she does not come from a place where hydaelyn is even recognized as god, she was mostly caught up in the excitement of being chosen by a divine entity that she wasn’t even fully convinced was real, like, a week earlier. like, i think she would’ve thought of being referred to as Her child as something closer to set dressing, the sort of thing an all-powerful goddess is supposed to say, rather than something hydaelyn genuinely means and feels, let alone something she can actually internalize.

(a brief aside, thinking about this made me suddenly realize that in the absence of hydaelyn as an uncontested presence in the god-rejecting society she grew up in, the closest cultural equivalent would then be……. solus zos galvus. i will be unpacking the profoundly deranged implications of this parallel another time.)

however, you’re completely correct to hone in on the fact that hydaelyn’s maternal love being, like, what maternal love is actually supposed to be would throw andromeda, who’s never really had that modeled for her, for a loop. the slow, dawning realization that that’s how it’s supposed to feel would creep up slowly, without fanfare, only really crescendoing during endwalker

her time with venat was odd for her, in that it left her feeling deeply, deeply sad for reasons she struggled to articulate. perhaps this is a very revealing comparison to make, but i can really only liken it to the feeling of observing a closely-knit and happy family that you aren’t a part of and feeling an odd sense of loss that you didn’t get to have what they do. as a person, rather than a distant, inhuman entity, it was suddenly undeniable how genuine venat’s unfathomably deep love for the world, and her by extension, was, and i think it would probably make her heart ache to know that such a thing could exist, or that maternal love could come without the baggage she knows it to, and that she had had such a thing all along and not known it until right before she had to let it go

because everything is a part of my grand scheme (<- lie) i do love how this ties in very nicely with her relationships to both her real mom (lucretia) and her fake evil not-mom (emet), in that going into endwalker’s climax where she needs to finally see herself for who she truly is rather than simply The Hero, a huge part of her growing up is also seeing her parent as a full person with interiority as well. stripping the veneer of straightforwardness from how she understands and interacts with all three of these characters at more or less concurrent points in her arc simply feels right <3

#andromeda elo #ffxiv #this pairs nicely with another ask i still have to answer but is even more involved than this. that one's next #anyways i ADORE venat i do want to do more with her and andi. it's just tricky

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simmingonthelow · 8 months

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All for Macha for ask thingy 😎👉👉

Hiiiii Ash! 💖

1.What memory would your OC rather just forget?

The death of her sister. Its live RENT FREE in her poor head.

2.What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

She loves the color pink. Contrary to her dress (which is symbolic) she's a PINK GIRLIE. I you went into her room you'd think it was someone else's room with the color palette being pink and cream,etc. Macha also loves cute things and aside from collecting are she also has an assortment of cute things that she's occasionally let her grands play with.

3.What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Macha would do anything for her loved ones. I don't think she'd even thing twice about it.

4.When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

Scared or not if there's something to Fight above she will throw hands.

5.How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Very far. Macha actually like collecting art so she'd stop at nothing to get what she wanted (but she's always choose the less messy way first)

6.How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

Not easy at all. She's not one to bend what she believes in so you'll be begging a wall basically.

7.What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Welllll, i would really say she changed but its more like she moved from just being the Queen and the mom of a sim i used to play with regulary to being a more indepth MACHA. Her character developement was slow but it was nice. I guess the change would be her moving from being a flat character(?)

8.Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Yup and with ease too cause who's gonna stop the Vampire Queen.

9.Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

"Right now? She a baddie she know she a ten!"- (In ha mood Ice spice) and also "And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile"- (Dandelions Ruth B)

10.What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

An au where her mom never left and her big sister never died I guess😭

11.What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Her hands and legs are enough but if she really needed a weapon it would be a spear.

12.Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

She used to beat herself up about her past but now when switching of her feelings are a thing, things bother her less and less

13.If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

Lmaoooooo, no. I think she'd be sick of me and how forgiving I am 🤣😩

14.How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Macha already passes off as a caring person to her family (and maybe even close friends) but to anyone else she want to look like someone to not trifle with, and she does.

15.Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

Nope I don't really think about real like face claims for my ocs

16.What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

This was ansered here

17.What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Loosing her big sister 😭

18.Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?

To persons she's close to she's close up and personal and the rest gets the cold part of her.

19.How does your OC behave when enraged?

Macha only gets enraged when people get physical and usually she'd let Rueben deal with such things but if she has to she'll get reall violent.

20.Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Macha is not one for jealousy. Rueben give her most if not all the attention so she never has the chance to be. With anyone else as long as they are happy with the persons around them, so is she.

21.Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

Macha: "Illnesses are for humans, sweety"

22.What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?

sooo I took a test for this cause i didn't remember what alignments were and i got neutral good and i guess that's who Macha is.

23.What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Sadness. Macha spent enough time being sad but she doesn't know how to process it and would rather not feel anything when she's sad.

24.What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

Maybe she'd be non- existent 💀 if you knew what the other path was

25.What is your favorite thing about your OC?

She made sure that the people around her don't lack the support that she did when she was younger.

#oc:macha #deen's scene #deen answers #oc ask game #this was alot but thanks a bunch #lilypixels

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newgenog · 1 year

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REVENGE

Notes: This is part four of chapter four. If you're just stumbling across this, and haven't already done so, please stop and start by reading part one of chapter one.

This #Batwoman AU is based on the ABC tv series #Revenge. Ryan has a lot of conviction around her decisions. Imagine that amount of certainty around seeking revenge against those who've wronged her for so much of her life...

To make up for last week's little appetizer, I gave you a nice meal with part four, and desert will be the conclusion next Friday, on Ao3. Bon Apetite.

CHAPTER FOUR - DUPLICITY (Part Four)

Ryan goes after the psychologist who evaluated her after her mom’s death, and determined that she should serve out her time in a youth correctional facility.

JULY 1ST, 12:00PM, THE LOFT

Ryan sits at her kitchen table, in her usual seat, angled so that no one could enter her home without her seeing them coming. Her hair is tied up in a loose bun, and she wears a simple short sleeve, button-down, white and blue stripe linen dress to exemplify the easy Saturday morning she's had. She's calm and calculating as she sips her lemon ginger tea.

On her laptop, the virtual waiting room she's been in flips on so that she and Dr. Evelyn Rhyme can see each other and begin their 45 minute introductory session. The booking Dr. Rhyme had for this time just happened to get rescheduled to another time slot later in the week, and Robyn Wilde was able to conveniently squeeze herself in. Robyn’s notes indicated that she was new to Gotham and wanted guidance on opening up and forming relationships.

Dr. Rhyme: “Robyn. Good afternoon. How are you today?”

Ryan: “I’m well thanks, and yourself?”

Dr. Rhyme: “It’s a beautiful time of year, so I can’t complain. What brings you here, today?”

Ryan: “Well, as I said in my booking, I don’t have a lot of close relationships. I work a lot, and I’m sure that’s indicative of something… I’m meeting a lot of new people in Gotham, who seem to want to get to know me, and I’m trying to figure out how to navigate that.”

Dr. Rhyme: “Understood. I certainly appreciate the self reflection and intentionality. So, why don’t we start with me gathering some insight on you, and your history with relationships? Then, we can map out your goals together.”

Ryan: “Goals are in my vocabulary.”

Ryan plays along by winking at Evelyn for using corporate speak to try to win over her favor.

Dr. Rhyme: “What can you tell me about your family?”

Never letting anyone get too close means she doesn’t have to tell this very practiced story often. Robyn Wilde’s current life is easy enough to maintain because Ryan’s been living it for so long, even if it wasn’t hers to start. She knew when it came time to dive into these waters, it wouldn’t be as easy to coast along; the currents were naturally less predictable. Wading further into the deep end, each day, was putting her training and commitment to the test.

Ryan: “I’m adopted. I was never given all of the details, but I know my mom died after giving birth to me, and it sounds like she was going to give me up anyway. The doctor who delivered me lived a comfortable life, and kept me. He said she wanted me to end up in a nice home…”

There were a lot of truths to Ryan’s story. Some parts were close to her own, and others were given to her by someone else. It all felt familiar enough for her to claim in its entirety with relative ease.

Dr. Rhyme: “You talk about him like you two aren’t close.”

Ryan: “We didn’t spend much time together. He worked a lot, so maybe that’s where I get it from. I was pretty much taken care of by nannies when I was home from boarding school. And, apparently, he wasn’t the most ethical doctor, because he went into hiding, and I haven’t seen him since before freshman year of high school. As one last gift or goodbye, he made sure to pay up my tuition through graduation before disappearing, and I was made aware of my trust fund when I turned 18.”

Dr. Rhyme: “Sounds like a lonely childhood.”

Ryan: “I was spared from the foster system. So, I choose gratitude. And, you’re never alone when you have quality reading material to keep you company. ”

Differently from the story, Ryan and her adopted mother Cora were very close. Ryan never doubted that she was her mama's first priority. However, Ryan could relate to spending a lot of time with her comics because of the hours Cora kept trying to provide for them. And learning what it meant to be an adult right at 18, with money she didn’t ask for, earn, or know what to do with was her reality, as well.

Dr. Rhyme: “If characters in stories kept you company, what about friends at school? Did you have anyone real you could lean on?”

Ryan thinks back to her childhood, and remembers feeling invisible for most of it. She was never into what the other kids were entertained by, and she found it was safer to go unnoticed than to be picked on for being different. That is, until she met Sophie and Angelique…

Ryan: “I got to know a couple of people, but wasn’t able to hold onto them.”

Dr. Rhyme: “Is that something you tried to do - hold onto them?”

Ryan: “There was no point. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. It just wasn’t meant to be.”

Dr. Rhyme: “Robyn, would you say you’re happy being alone?”

Ryan fights back an offended scowl at the question and grins instead. While she’s talking to a psychologist whose job it is to seem sympathetic and invested in her clients’ wellness, Ryan finds her question audacious.

Ryan: “I’m used to it.”

Dr. Rhyme: “That’s not what I asked you, though. I asked if you were happy.”

Ryan: “I guess I’m not really sure how to answer that question.”

Dr. Rhyme: “Why don’t you try answering honestly, with whatever comes to mind?”

The truth never did Ryan any favors before, but sure, the more she could ground her responses in facts, the better.

Ryan: “It’s safer this way.”

Dr. Rhyme: “Safer for who?”

Everyone…

Ryan: “Everyone who was ever supposed to take care of me is gone.”

Dr. Rhyme: “Is that what you're looking for, now: someone to take care of you?”

Ryan: “I don’t need anyone...”

Dr. Rhyme: “Fair enough. So why are you really here then, Robyn? You say you want to try something different. Is that because you believe you’re supposed to be different?”

Staying the course, she pulls on another thread of honesty.

Ryan: “I think I’ve learned to keep a safe distance. The career woman who’s worked her way into becoming a CEO thing has allowed me to keep people at arm’s length. I can afford a lot, but not to lose anyone else.”

Dr. Rhyme: “What if you were able to believe it could be different this time? That might be how your story began, Robyn, but that doesn’t mean it’ll end the same way. I might be able to help you look at things with fresh eyes.”

Evelyn still liked repeating a person’s name to them in every other sentence. Some things would never be different.

Ryan: “That sounds like a story I’d want to read - one where things end differently for me this time.”

With all the talk of stories, she remembers waking up in her cell one night, from another nightmare. She’d read so many tales of villains and heroes, her mind had started illustrating the events from her past as if her life was broken into chapters of a graphic novel. This was the part of the story where a person had to decide if they were going to become their own hero, and possibly someone else’s villain.

She knew her mama would want her to do something, because she wasn’t raised to be a victim. Cora Lewis’s daughter didn’t just sit back while people were doing wrong, but without her mom there to talk things through with, she couldn’t figure out her options. Forget figuring them out, she couldn’t even see any.

Now, she has her mama’s letters. If she’d had them then, would she have ended up in the same place? And if her dream was really just a premonition, she wonders if that was the beginning of her hero’s journey, or her own personal villain origin moment.

When she and Evelyn Rhyme have wrapped up their introductory conversation, and agreed to their next appointment time, she closes her laptop and picks up the journal that was sitting beside it. She’d been fumbling through the pages before her meeting started. Those were the only stories she really cared to read anymore.

She flips to an entry she doesn’t read as often. The lesson her mama hoped to bestow upon her while writing that day feels like a lecture she’d still be giving Ryan today. It might be normal for daughters to challenge their mothers, and to take paths completely different than what was envisioned for them, but daughters also usually like to make their mother’s proud. Ryan didn’t have her mama’s journal when she woke up from that nightmare and chose her path, but she did have it when she took the first step that put her plan in motion. In their own way, she and her mama are still disagreeing about her choices every day, and she’s not sure she’ll ever make the one her mom wanted for her.

Dear Daughter,

Sometimes, when I’m watching you try to lose yourself in a story you’re reading, or after a particularly challenging conversation with you, I picture what advice I'll give the woman you allow to love and try to take care of you one day. Lord knows she'll need the support, because as special as you are, baby you don't always make it easy. Getting into your head is like chipping at a glacier during winter with a tool the size of a toothpick. And changing your mind can be even harder. Sometimes, I get a breakthrough, and a little ice crumbles so I can get closer to the center. Other times, I might be waiting around until the weather is warmer so you can melt a little. But what that thick frozen glass is guarding is complex and layered. Understanding you means sometimes being able to see through the protective sheets, and becoming familiar with what I'm looking at. And, the risk of not trying to get through is that it busts from the inside instead, because you've let things build up to the point you implode, and those flying shards can be sharp.

You’re a freshman in high school now, and this year has started off differently for you. You've always been a nice kid, but one who mostly kept to yourself, not making more than acquaintances in your classes. You'd rather get to know your comic characters than to open yourself up to real people. But I've heard you talk about a couple of new friends lately, and as much as that gives me hope that you won’t always be so on your own, it makes me worry too.

The people you surround yourself with will inevitably influence your circumstances. You spend so much time on your own, you haven’t gotten a lot of practice at learning people, or knowing how you are with them. Will you know who you can truly rely on, and when to trust them? Because you don’t always even let me in, and I’m your mama, will the woman who tries to protect you get that chance? Will you take a chance on someone who seems good when she isn’t, instead? Heroes and antiheroes can look similar. They both have a cause, but they pursue their justice with different levels of concern for the greater cost. I think my daughter has the potential to be a hero, but you’ll need people who see that in you too, and want the same thing for you.

I hope this woman in the future is worthy of knowing the parts of you that are harder to see, and I'm certainly not giving her any tips if she's not. Me seeing a hero in you means I also know you’ll run into the eye of a storm all by yourself in the name of caring for someone else. There are people who will stand there and watch you get swallowed up whole, people who will drag you into the storm with them, people who are the storm themselves, and people who warn you about the storm and won't let you go into it without them looking out for you. The woman you need is that last one, but I see you still trying to decide who you are, and there are equal chances you choose one of the other 3 options: the one where you end up alone fighting your own demons, or the two where you try to love them instead.

You're a fighter in every sense of the word, daughter, even with me. And I hope the woman you choose to love has endurance and determination, because you're worth the effort. When you read this one day, and if she’s in your life already, do your mama a favor and cut her a little slack. Until then, I’m going to keep trying to help you use your words, and to guide you to people who will take good care of you when I no longer can.

I love you so much.

Your mama,

Cora

~~~~~

The sun is starting to set, and the glow from Ryan’s computer is the only thing illuminating the dining area. She should have gotten up to turn on a light by now, but she’s been so focused on her screen that she barely noticed the time passing. She’s skimmed through and rewatched hours of footage from sessions Dr. Rhyme has recorded with Gotham elites, and carved out clips that unveil what’s behind many of the smiles and high-heads being shown around town. Better, the ‘good’ doctor recorded her notes after each session, presumably to watch back and prepare for future conversations with her patients, or to track their progress. Some psychologists empathize with the people they’re trying to help, but not this one.

Evan’s invitation to the banquet included a program. With Catherine being her own entrepreneur and also a mother, she felt she had an opportunity to lead by example and advocate for women prioritizing their wellness. She aligned the event to Independence Day because she understood how wives and mothers, especially those standing next to powerful men, could lose sight of themselves and their own needs. And it was a chance for the men in their circles to become informed about how they could better support women, and not take the natural role they often held for granted, lest everyone would suffer if she were to become undone from undernourishment.

The event had speakers, both men and women who could showcase learnings, experiences, and best practices relative to the evening’s topic. It ended with a live band, dancing, and of course fireworks. But before that, there were awards presented to those who were making an impact by creating pathways for women who had goals around autonomy and career growth, or taking extra care of their mental health. Dr. Rhyme was the night’s honoree, and they’d interviewed her in advance so that a short video discussing her work could play as her introduction.

Ryan picks up her phone and calls her only ally.

Luke: “After 8PM on a Saturday, and you just assume I have no plans and will pick up when you call.”

Ryan: “Am I wrong?”

Luke: “I’ll have you know that you just happened to catch me on my way out. And no, I’m not heading to The Hold Up to hang out with the person you’re avoiding, because I do have friends besides you two.”

Ryan: “Oh, so we’re friends, now?”

Luke: “I don’t think there’s a word for what we are, and I’m not even sure you believe in having friends, so for lack of a better term…”

Ryan: “Cool, so, I need a favor, friend.”

Luke: “Is that favor going to make me late?”

Ryan: “Lucky for you, I’m giving you advanced notice for a change. And how are you really about to be evasive when you’re always so nosy? Are you going on a date or something?”

Luke: “I’ll talk when you talk. What’s the favor?”

Ryan clicks her tongue.

Ryan: “You know everyone I interact with, Luke. You can’t have secret friends.”

Luke: “I didn’t say I had a secret. You’re assuming you don’t know this person already. I’m just not volunteering anything because apparently we don’t have to discuss things like dating with each other.”

Ryan: “So you’re going on a date?”

Luke: “A six year old would have figured that part out. Ryan, I thought you weren’t going to make me late tonight. Would you spit it out?”

Ryan: “They’re going to play a video before Evelyn Rhyme gets on the stage at Catherine’s banquet. I created a video that I need to play right after it, and ideally just as she’s stepping in front of everyone. Because I’m going to be there, I can’t do it myself.”

Luke: “Hello, I’m going to be there too.”

Ryan: “But it won’t be as noticeable if you disappear.”

Luke: “Rude.”

Ryan: “But accurate.”

Luke: “Fine, whatever. Send me the video. I’ll go early and figure out how they have everything set up so that I can take over their screen after the video plays.”

Ryan: “Thanks friend. Have fun with what’s her name, since you won’t tell me who she is.”

Luke: “Good-bye.”

~~~~~

JULY 2ND, 12:00PM, KANE MANSION

Beth lays her head on the kitchen table as if she’s preparing to take a nap while Kate starts to pour four coffees. Tommy is leaning against a kitchen counter, and Evan is whispering something to him that has him grinning. Mary walks in from one entrance, purse over her shoulder and keys in hand, at the same time as Catherine walks in from another.

Mary: “Evan, are you ready?”

Catherine: “You’re not leaving. And I’m glad you’re all here. The stylist just arrived with all of our options for the banquet. There’ll be no linen, dingy lace, or odd patterns worn to this event.”

Mary: “And that’s why Evan and I were just heading out to shop for what I’m going to wear.”

Catherine: “Evan may throw a wonderful gathering, but they are not overbearing enough to influence your unique style preferences in the way that’s needed for Tuesday night.”

Mary: “Maybe that’s because Evan appreciates a little individuality, oh, and the fact that I’m a fully grown adult.”

Catherine: “You can exercise your authenticity and autonomy on another night. Our family has been exposed to enough scandal for one summer, and I’d like a quiet and elegant evening for once.”

Kate: “Sorry, but Tommy and I were just heading out, too. I’ll just wear a penguin suit or whatever. Anything to skip Catherine Hamilton’s version of What Not to Wear.”

Catherine: “I’m sorry dear, but no one is exempt.”

Kate: “It’s Tommy’s last day here. He shouldn’t have to spend it waiting around for me to try things on from your list of approved items. If it’s that serious, just throw what you choose for me on my bed.”

Catherine: “That won't do. The tailor is also here. You will all look pristine. And Tommy, you might as well stay a few more days to attend the event, as well. You can find something from Jacob’s or Kate’s wrack - whichever you prefer. There, now he won’t just be waiting around, because he’ll be busy too.”

Beth: “For the record, I hate this, but I also don’t really care.”

Evan: “Well I love it. Fashion shows are fun.”

Mary: “Not ones orchestrated by Catherine The Great Dictator.”

Unbothered and effectively ending the discussion, Catherine walks out of the room to attend to their specialists. Mary walks over to the wine fridge and pulls out two bottles of Rose. If they’re going to be trapped while her mom tries to make this dysfunctional lot look like a modern day Partridge Family, they’re all going to need to be a hell of a lot less sober. Beth opens one eye when she hears the fridge close.

Beth: “Grab one more for me.”

~~~~~

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Camping

A STORY BY

MIKE

I was 11 when my alcoholic dad was coming home from a bar one night and drove his pickup truck into a tree.

We were standing at the grave sight and mom was holding my hand as we stood watching them lowering his casket when my 29-year-old Mom said very softly, “You always were a stupid fuck.”

It was the first time I had heard her say anything bad about Dad and also the first time I had heard her curse.

Over the next few weeks, it was hard to tell if she was grieving or pissed off at him, and in my mind it seems there was a lot for her to do. She had to get paperwork for this, and paperwork for that. Then there was his life insurance that had to pay because somehow his blood test came back with no drugs in it, and a very small amount of alcohol.

Dad's brother might have had something to do with that, and he also offered to buy out Dad's half of their construction company at way more than a fair price. It would be a few years later before I found out that between the insurance and Uncle Billy buying the company, Mom wasn't really rich but close enough that she would never have to work again.

When dad died mom was already an author and had sold a few books, but now she had time to write with no one bitching about how she was wasting her time. She taught Sunday school and was very active in doing a lot of things with the women of the church.

I guess the other thing I loved about Mom was how she dressed. She is 5’ 3” with dirty blond hair and a cover girl beautiful face. I don’t ever remember seeing her in anything other than a button-down dress that was belted at the waist. And while not being too tight the bodice if her dresses all fit her well enough even a blind man could see she had a nice full chest.

She even wore her older dresses around the house and she was alway bare legged. But only at home if we went someplace she would alway wear pantyhose. She also always wore lace-up boots with a 2 inch heel. They always reminded me of what a witch would wear. Her hair was always pulled up in a bun on the back of her head and while she wore makeup it was always very light.

It was just over a year after Dad died that I heard her humming to herself and I realized she was happy, and because she was so was I.

As for me, I did my chores keeping our 2 acres of land mowed, everything painted and cleaned as well as keeping everything all fixed and working. I guess I felt like if I was the man of the house I ought to act like one, and I could tell by some of the things Mom said along the way she knew what I was doing.

Not long before he died Dad had bought a new 14-foot pop-up tent camp trailer and it had never gotten used. Hell as far as I knew it hadn’t even ever been opened. I had read online about what the trailer needed in the way of upkeep and found that because it was basically new it mostly needed to be kept clean and moved around on its tires. I wasn’t old enough for a driver's license but drove around our place teaching myself how to move the trash trailer and other things around with our small Kubota tractor. It was early spring when I brought moms truck around to the barn the camper was kept in and hooked up to it. My plan was to pull it out, give it a bath and make sure when I put it back the tires were sitting in a different spot.

I had just hooked the car wash brush up to the water hose when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

Now at this point let me say, I’m not stupid. I knew my mom was a beautiful woman, I mean, after all, I’m a guy so yes of course I had looked. Um…now where was I?

Oh yes, mom was standing just in the shade of the lean-to carport roof watching me. Her arms were folded over her tummy like she was cold even though where she was standing in the shade it was about 85 degrees. She didn’t often wear a slip when around the house and the way she was standing the sun showed right through her dress doing a very good job of highlighting her legs. “HI.” I smiled.

Her eyes met mine and without moving she asked, “What are you doing?”

“I read online how to take care of it. So I was getting it all cleaned up.” I frowned, “Am I doing something wrong?” I couldn’t seem to stop looking at how the sun was showing off her legs.

“I was just thinking the other day about selling it.”

I let my eyes run up over her, “And I was just thinking the other day we should use it.”

She moved a little letting her right foot come straight to the side out and kind of rocked her foot on the heel of her shoe, “And when would we do that?” the move of her sticking her leg out as she had pulled the skirt part of her dress tight, and thank you MR. Sun for doing a really good job of shining through it.

I shrugged, “I don’t know. It has everything in it that we have at home, and I know you like to fish. Or you told me that you did a very long time ago.”

I really was trying to hide it but I wasn’t sure if she knew I was looking or not. “I thought maybe we could try it out. In fact, I think we should try it and if you don’t like it then we could sell it.”

That day was the first time I had really looked at her more as the woman she was and less thinking of her as Mom, but it wasn’t the last. In fact, I started thinking of reasons to get her outside or wherever I could to get a good look at her legs as light was highlighting through her dress.

A couple of days later while eating dinner I smiled. “I made a reservation at a place called Lake Sam Rayburn. According to Google Maps, it’s about a 3-hour drive from here.”

I saw just a hint of a smile as the corner of her lips turned up, “And when are we taking this trip and how long do you plan on us staying?”

“Well tomorrow is Monday so I thought we could get everything loaded up and take off early Tuesday morning and come back on Friday. They have WIFI there so you could bring your laptop and work if you wanted to.” I smiled, “I dug the ice chests out of the back of the shade and washed them all up.” I shrugged, “And I guess we can go to a HEB along the way.”

She smiled, “You have this pretty well worked out don’t you?”

“Well yes, I guess I think it’s time we had some fun.”

Mom was up when I walked into the kitchen. It was just before 5 am, and her smile made my heart beat speed up a little, “Good morning honey. I thought we could stop in Rockdale and get some donuts.”

30 minutes later she had a bear claw with chocolate milk, I had a glazed twist with white milk, and neither of us spoke for aways, “You know if I didn’t see it back there in my mirrors I would never know I was pulling a trailer.”

I smiled, “That's good. I went through everything I read making sure it all worked so it should pull perfectly.”

We were both quiet for a while then I saw it as she gave me a sideways look, then out of nowhere, “KC honey you're almost 14 and you never talk about girls. Um, it’s ok if you are, but are you gay?”

I choked on my donut and when I quit gasping for air I said incredulously, “NO! No mother I’m not gay.” I looked at her in the early morning light seeing how the rising sun glinted and shined through her blond hair. “I’m sorry for yelling. But no, I just well, there is somebody.”

Putting the shoe on the other foot I asked, "I don't think you are, but are you seeing anyone?”

She looked away from the road at me, “There has been only one man in my life since your dad, and that is you.”

I smiled, “That’s good. I like being your man.” My eyes were drawn to her legs and how because they were spread in a comfortable way her dress had sort of pulled tight. So tight it had pulled open between the buttons just above mid-thigh. What little skin I could see was paperwhite, and not for the first time in the last few days I felt myself lengthen in my swim trunks.

To get my mind off of it I got her talking about the storyline of her next book. She was telling me about some kind of trouble between a couple on an airplane when she stopped saying, “My publisher wants more sex in my stories. He says, and of course he’s right, that sex sells books. But I don’t know, I kind of think my thoughts on sex might make the stories become too personal.” She shrugged, “I don’t know what to do.”

The subject changed because by this time we were only a few miles from the Twin Dams park and we were using the GPS to guide us to the place it came on saying, “Your destination will be 1 mile on the right.” One side of the dam was a state park and the other was called the Marina at the Dam, and that's where we were going to set up our camp. We pulled up to the marin store and park office to check in. Once inside and the paperwork signed, the park manager said because it was the middle of the week and no other campers were around we could take our pick of whatever camp spot we wanted. I watched his eyes run over mom's chest as he said he said he would mark it in his book later.

Back in the truck we drove slowly through the park to a camping spot that had a big Texas Oak next to it making the space primarily covered in shade all day. We pulled up and Mom stopped the truck looking at the concrete slab that was there to put the trailer on, “I thought I did good driving us down here, but honey there is no way in hell that I could ever back the trailer in there.”

That was the second time I had ever heard her say a curse word.

“I got it.” And I got out walking around to her window as she sat and frowned at me. I chuckled, “It’s really easy. First off we are the only ones here so there is no rush. Just relax, we got 3 days to do this. Ok.”

“Yes, I guess. But how do you know about this?”

“From moving things around on the tractor at home. Now as you're doing this don’t look back through the window or the center mirror. You only look at your side mirrors and that's because you can see the corners of the trailer. That's what will hit something first.”

The corner of her lips turned up just slightly. “Got it, don't look back.”

“Ok so now put your hand on the bottom of the steering wheel and as you slowly back up simply move that hand the way you want the trailer to go. And don’t make big corrections. A little turn here can be a big turn back there.” I smiled at her, “Ready?”

“I think so.”

I looked back “Look back in your mirror and tell me what you see?”

“Just road.”

“Ok between the truck and the trailer you're about 30 feet long, so pull up far enough you think the trailer will have room to turn. I walked next to the truck with my hand on the door as she slowly moved forward.

“This looks good to me.”

“Yes, I think so too. Start back turning slowly so the trailer turns and as it does the truck will simply follow it back. Look out your window.” I pointed “Pick a kind of target spot. You will see that gray box come into your mirror as the trailer turns into its space. Keep the gray box in your mirror and back up right next to it.”

I stood with my hand on the finder in front of her mirror watching and letting her make her own corrections as she backed the trailer in. It only took her pulling forward 3 times and she had us setting perfectly.

“That my girl and you did an excellent job!” She was grinning as she got out of the truck and I gave her a HIGH 5.

I got the truck loose from the trailer and after pulling it up out of the way a little I went about leveling the trailer. When I thought I had it all sturdy and safe I got out the hand book. “Honey, having never opened the top of the tent part of the trailer,” I handed Mom the owner's manual. “Your job, miss. I can back up a trailer and look beautiful doing it is to sit your bottom on top of that picnic table and read each step to me while I get this thing set up.”

“Honey is it?” She chuckled, “I'm sure if I can back that thing up I can read this book.”

It wasn’t hard but not knowing what I was doing made it slow and it was just about an hour after I started I flipped the switch on making the AC come to life.

“What are you doing?

“I’m hungry. That donut ran out of gas about 3 hours ago so I was going to make us dinner.”

She frowned just a little. “And what are we going to have?”

I had the fire set and was putting the cooking great over it.“Fire grilled steak and pan-fried potatoes.”

There was a slight smile, “And what can I do to help you, chef?”

“Nothing, I got this. I want you to just do your job.”

“And what would that job be?

“Just sit there, be beautiful, while you talk to me about putting sex into your book.”

Changing the subject she said, “I want to help.” She smiled at me, “Should I set the table inside or would you like to eat out here?”

“Less bug’s inside.”

As we were eating I smiled, “I have questions?”

“Alright, maybe I have answers.”

“Ok, you have to promise to not get pissed off or take offense to anything.”

She frowned, “Alright as long as you watch your language.”

The stake was cut with a fork tender and I took a bite, “Why is it you only wear dresses?”

“It makes me feel girly. When I was little I had to wear a lot of my brother's hand-me-down shirts and pants. So I told myself when I was old enough to buy my own clothes I would always wear a dress.” She frowned, “Do you think I look bad?”

“No, god no not at all, but,” I looked into her eyes and said, “But you're only 32, and sometimes you can look, um a little maternally.”

Her fork stopped about halfway to her mouth. “You mean I dress like an old lady?” her voice came up a little, “How would you have me dress? I could walk around with my ass hanging out like some of the moms I see dropping their kids off at your school.” She laid her fork down “That's what your dad always wanted, he wanted me walking around looking whorish.” She looked at me, her voice going hard, “Is that what you want me to do?”

I pulled back looking at her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit a sore spot.”

After a couple of moments she shook her head, “No, I’m sorry, it’s me and that wasn’t fair to you. I dress, well it’s what I wear underneath, that's what I wear for me.” She looked up at the moon. “It's late, am I in the left or right bed?”

“You can take the right, it's a king so you’ll have plenty of room.” I stood up, “Come over here and I’ll show you how to flush the potty.” There was a half wall around the toilet with the space also working as a stand up shower

“How do you know?”

I laughed “I read the directions. Um and let's try not to poop in it. We aren’t that far from the public toilets.”

“Ok.”

I made sure the fire was out and cleaned things up so it was probably a half hour before I went in. There was a small 12-volt night light hanging over the small kitchen counter and thinking she was but not sure she was asleep I turned my back to her. I didn't care if she saw that I was sleeping nude but for some reason I felt a little shy as I slipped off my shorts and slipped naked up onto my bed.

She very softly said, “I guess I could be that woman if you want.”

I waited for a beat, and not knowing if it was that we couldn’t see each other in the dark or whatever it was, I started talking. “Um…The other day when you came out and talked to me about the trailer and this trip the way the sun was shining I could clearly see the outline of your legs through your dress. I loved the sexiness of it.

I also love how you dress when we are out where people know you. I like the Sunday school teacher vibe you give off.”

“So you're saying you don’t want me to look like a hooker in public?”

I rolled onto my side looking back into the darkness at the other end of the trailer. “No, no I don’t. But you said you like sexy things underneath, like what?”

“Fancy lacy stuff, thong panties, or no panties if I'm wearing pantyhose or sometimes I just go out not wearing any panties at all. I love walking around knowing people are seeing one me when in real life I am quite another me altogether.”

See that’s what I’m talking about, you being you. U’m, a, mom it would be ok with me if you were just you, I mean, the you that you want to be at home. Or like out here where no one knows us, but us.”

“So you're saying what?”

“I'm saying I’m sure that at home if you want to run around in your pretty things or your pantyhose without panties or even nude I would be ok with it, if I’m being honest I’m quite sure I would like it.”

“Sometimes when I know you're going to be gone for most of the day I lay out in the sun nude.”

I smiled, “Well after this conversation maybe we should both rethink our lifestyle at home and in public.” She was quiet and then I heard a soft snoring sound and knew she had fallen asleep.

It was just before daylight when I heard the little toilet flush, “You ok?”

“Yes, I just had to pee. Sorry, I woke you.” I felt the bed move, “Can I come up here with you?”

“I don’t care but mom, I sleep naked.”

“It’s ok. I, a, well I do too.” She slipped up onto the bed with me sliding under the sheet, “Sorry I fell asleep last night.”

“We had a long day.”

“Yes we did, and so many new discoveries.” The bed moved and in the dim morning light, I saw her slip under the sheet and turn on her side to face me. “Did you mean it when you said I should just relax and be me when it's just us?”

“Yes I did, it’s just like now. No one in the whole of the universe knows we are laying here nude with each other and it’s no one's business but ours.”

“Honey incest is against the law, and…”

“Being nude together isn’t incestual. You nor I have touched in any way to have broken any law.” her hand was on top of the sheet and I put mine on it

“Our place is the only house at the end of a long dirt road and there is nothing around us for a very long way in any direction but fields. So if we run around in or out of our clothes, who's to know.” I shrugged. “It’s all up to you, and I want you to do whatever you want to.” I leaned over and kissed her cheek, “I’ll be happy with whatever you decide to do.” I reached behind me and started opening the nightshade on the window.

“Wait! Someone will see in!”

I smiled at her as she sat up holding the sheet over her breasts, “You must not have noticed how dark the plastic windows are tinted. They might see it at night with a light on but not in the daylight, not even a little bit.” I pushed the sheet to the side and slipped down off the bed.

“Are you sure?”

I smiled “Yes.” moving through the trailer opening the other nightshades letting the little room be filled with light.

“Are you going to look away when I get up and put my clothes on?”

I chuckled, “Did you look away as I opened the shades?”

“No.”

“Then I’m not going, that’s not unless you tell me to.”

“Have you ever seen me?”

“Not since the last time we showered together. We were going to be late for church and I was what? Maybe 6.” I turned to face her and watched her eyebrows go up as she openly looked at me with my morning hard. I’m not small by any means of the word and her eyes lingered on it for just a moment. She hadn’t seen me nude since that shower either.

She pulled the sheet back and watched me looking at her as she slipped to the edge of the bed. Her full breasts swayed on her chest as she moved and I watched her already hard light pink nipples pucker up even tighter.

As she put her legs out in front of her and slid down I was a little taken aback by the thickness of her full blonde pelt. I must have had a funny look on my face because she frowned at me, “Is it that bad?”

“Um what…oh no! You’re very beautiful and I don’t know why I thought so, but I thought you would be shaved.” I kind of pointed, “Can you tuck all of that into a swimsuit?”

The frown deepened, “I hadn’t thought about it, and I don’t own a bathing suit.” She moved past me to the other bed, picked up her dress and with her back to me slipped it on over her head, and while her dress was in no way see-through it was plain to see she was braless.

She became pretty quiet as I cooked us bacon and eggs with pan-fried toast. One the trailer's little cook top. She had set the table and then watched as I cooked, “I didn’t know you could cook.”

I didn’t look at her saying, “Just because we live together and see each other every day doesn't mean we know much about each other.”

“Ok like what?”

“Well, you didn’t know I have been taking classes online and will graduate this year.” I sat her food on the table and got my plate,” And you didn’t know that instead of going to school every day I have been working at Ben's camera shop for over a year.”

“You know you don’t have to work. I can,” I held up my hand stopping her.

“Yes, I know. But I’m really into photography, and Ben trades me labor for stuff.” Again she drew into herself and after I had cleaned up some, I took her hand, “Come on. The park map says there is a waterfall back around the point. Let's go look at it.

By this time it was almost midday and getting hot. It took about 20 minutes to get back to where the waterfall was and when we saw it I burst out laughing. I guess in the spring it would be a waterfall alright but now it was just a trickle of water going over it.

She was smiling, “Well at least it was a nice walk.” She pointed to a rocky gravely place leading down into the water. “Maybe we could walk down and at least get our feet wet and cool off a little.”

“That sounds good to me.”

At the water's edge, she slipped off her sandals that I had never seen her wear before and waded out into the water. She was holding her dress up to about mid-thigh and walking slowly so as to not hurt her feet on the rocks. “The water isn’t freezing but it’s,” She turned to look back at me and as she did the rock she was on moved.. Mom's arms went out and she cried out “AAA!” as she fell back going completely under water. Sputtering she quickly sat up and wiped water and hair from her flushed face. “Shit!”

I smiled at the 3rd time she had cussed in front of me as I rushed out into the water and her. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she started to laugh, “I’m fine.” She swished the water around with her hands, “I bet I have a bruised butt though.” Still smiling “Let me catch my breath a minute and we can head back.” It turned into a few minutes of her looking around, mostly at me, then she held out her hand, “Help me?”

And as she stood up with my help her wet dress clung to her like a second skin. She kind of looked down at herself and saw that while she wasn’t really exposed at all she was definitely showing off. Her gaze came up to mine for a moment and then starting one button below her very hair crotch began to unbutton her dress all the way down to its hem. She smiled, “I don’t think it will be so clingy and hard to walk in this way.”

“No, I think you're right and I get to look at those beautiful legs.” She punched me lightly in the arm.

Back at the trailer, Mom went inside and a moment later came to the door in her panties. “Do you have a T-shirt I can wear?”

I smiled at how her bush poked out the leg opening of her panties, “Yes I’ll get you something.”

I went in and got her a shirt to put on along with the scissors out of the first aid kit at the same time. I pointed to the bed. “We have to trim that thing up. It looks, well not good with the hair sticking out everywhere. Take your panties off and lay back on the bed.”

She was giving me that frown again but pushed her panties down letting them puddle on the floor. I put the towel she had dried off with on the bed and she got up to her knees leaving her legs dangling over the side, her feet still a foot off the floor. I acted like I knew what I was doing as I pushed her legs open fully seeing her open sex for the first time. “I’m just going to lay the scissors flat and clean you up.”

It was very weak, “ok.”

I only knew what I had read and seen on the web so I was using one hand to work the scissors and the other to make sure I didn’t catch any skin. I tried to keep my touch tender as I clipped her pubic mound and then worked down the inside of her right thigh. She smelled so good. I had never been so intoxicated by anything as I was her scent. I clipped using my thumb and forefinger to open her girl's lips and found her to be leaking wet. I ran my thumb through it several times as I started up her left lips. Then I bumped her clit and she moaned, “Ohammm.” I did it again and her hips came up a little, and to this day I don’t know why I did it but I leaned in and licked her from her ass hole up to and over her clit. “OHhgod.”

Acting on instinct I pulled her clit up with my lips sucking it and flicking it with my tongue and she began to mutter, “Ohye oh god oh god ye yes, oh shit baby yes summaaaaa”

I stayed with her until her cum slowed then I moved up over her, “Don’t cum in me.” I slid as deeply into her belly as I could and held still enjoying her heat.

“I won’t last, it's just too much. I want it so badly.”

“Here, pull it out.” as I did she moved around on the bed taking me in her hand. As her eyes met mine she smiled, “I know it's going to be quick, but next time will take longer.” She slipped the tip of my cock into her mouth.

“Oh shit yes.” She took me deep into her throat and swallowed a few times, “I’m I can’t .” It had been her warning and she didn’t back away. She looked up at me with those clear blue eyes and as I growled “OH GOD!” she took the tip like it was a straw and sucked every bit of my life out of me.

As we held each other she moved to her side resting her breast on my chest, “I bet that little store we passed a few miles back carries condoms.”

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Year in Review: Movies Part 1

I don't have that great of an attention span. If its something I am invested in I can spend hours upon hours reading or playing through it until I get a headache telling me its time for bed, but if something doesn't hook me after around 30 minutes I'm probably turning it off or putting it down for a bit. It is for this reason I don't finish a lot of movies unless there is another reason to watch through it all. Usually that means watching it with other people. If there aren't friends to help me finish this movie it's probably going back in the case, which I think is true for all but one movie on this list.

Glass Onion

Knives Out is one of my favorite movies of all time. I've not read any of Agatha Christie's works which is who Benoit Blanc is largely parodying, but I do love other things inspired by her such as Columbo, and the first movie is a stellar deconstruction of that genre, while still providing an engaging mystery. I saw this movie's baby brother at the dawn of the New Year alongside my cousin, both fervently pushing out trope appropriate theories only to be completely wrong at the twist ending in plain sight.

This sequel is not anything as elegant as the first, but still seeks to deconstruct mystery tropes in a very similar fashion. The mastermind behind a series of murders or even one murder is a role often given to rich, suave, and intelligent people of high standing. It is this role that Edward Norton's character sees himself as, but while he is a rich dude of high standing, he is a more realistic rich dude than most murder mystery antagonists; that is, an arrogant dumbass who got where he is by manipulating and screwing over everyone he can. He wants to be complex while being transparently simple. Also he smells. LIKE AN ONION. WHOA. ONE MADE OUT OF GLASS. THANKS JOHN LEMON.

A Silent Voice

A good way to get me to watch a movie until the end is to make it animated, that way even if its boring as all hell I still get to look at some pretty art. That's not the case with this movie. I first watched this on a bus ride when I was sixteen with one earphone on while the girl next to me held it up on her phone. That was a good memory, but seeing the gorgeous animation on the big screen was a nice treat.

I love the dynamic between the two main characters. I wouldn't say this movie is a romance in any real sense of the term, but is about a relationship. Both of these kids spend most of their adolescence admonishing themselves for hurting the other, believing everyone hates them for what happened when they were 10. This is especially tragic for Shouko, the deaf girl who did literally nothing besides exist and try to make friends. The fact that she blames herself for her bully becoming ostracized is even played as a twist, but its a very realistic mindset anyone can fall into. The theme is forgiveness of the self after others have already forgiven you, which can be pretty tough to do, especially when you've done some genuinely shitty stuff.

I also showed this movie to my mom, an ASL instructor and translator, cause I thought it might be interesting for her, but she lost interest and fell asleep after she realized it was JSL and couldn't understand it.

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

My friends were freaking out about this film, one of them going so far as to watch it like six separate times within the span of a couple weeks. This made me expect it to blow my mind, but it was just a very well written, beautifully animated movie about a cat coming to terms with its own death. I think the drought of movies with good writing from mainstream studios really elevated this one further than it would have normally. It was nice to return to this character, having grown up with the Shrek films, and doubly nice to see his character arc being used to discuss a serious topic in a healthy way.

The central conflict is the most compelling aspect of the story, the John Mulaney villain and Goldilocks subplot are funny and entertaining, but the effectiveness of Death as the main antagonist is genius. The Shrek universe has always been a conglomeration of fairytales and folktales brought to one setting, and who is most common death metaphor than the big bad wolf? Or I'm sorry. Not a metaphor. He's just Death. Straight up. You don't outrun death or win against it in any meaningful capacity, and the story could only end with Puss' acceptance that he will die. There's no Sisypussing his way out of this one. Pussyphusing? Pfft.

X-Men: First Class

My dad and I decided to watch through every X-Men movie earlier this year. We managed two of them. They're good movies, most of them at least, but marathoning all *looks at watch* eleven films just never came to fruition. This one might be in my top 3 for X-Men movies, though. Xavier and Magneto's relationship has always been the most interesting part of these films, and this movie puts it front and center. Xavier's focus on helping his friend make peace with his traumatic past is something so genuinely sweet that ultimately empowers his greatest enemy. It's this understanding they have with each other, established in this movie, that underlines every interaction they have in the future.

The rest of this movie is pretty standard origin story stuff for the ensemble cast. How the Beast Became Blue. How Mystique Stopped Pretending and Became Her True Blue Self. How the Guy Who's Power is To Never Die, Died. It's fun for what it is but overall pretty generic.

X-Men: Days of Future Past

This is also one of the better X-Men films, not sure if I'd put it in the top 3, but there's enough time travel nonsense in this movie to make me giddy. I love paradoxical bullshit. This movie works as both a direct sequel to First Class, while also working in the continuity of the first 7 or so films. It's the Apocalypse, baby! Okay, not that Apocalypse, I still haven't seen that one, but we are introduced to one of the more famous fascist genocidal hellscapes to come out of Marvel comics. The story starts at the very end of this murderous crusade, only a handful of mutants are still alive, grouped together as a unit in some abandoned... temple bunker? I'm sure this is explained somewhere in the movie, but it makes a cool setting to fight for your life in.

Most of the plot, however, takes place in the 70s. It was a big twist in the comics that the girl who can walk through space without hindrance can also walk through time the same way, but in this movie Kitty Pryde can only send other people into their past selves, meaning it's once again Wolverine's turn to take the spotlight, because Hugh Jackman is more expensive than Elliot Page. It makes less sense, but this movie still has a lot of fun jumping between the past and future versions of established characters. Angry, passionate Magneto in his 30s vs the wizened Sir Ian McKellen Magneto. At some point the X Man himself gets to talk directly to his depressed, 70s incarnation. Not to mention Quicksilver is there, which is always nice.

This was the "Rogue Cut," which adds cut content about Rogue infiltrating a sentry factory to blow it up. The new stuff doesn't add a lot, but I did like her character from earlier films, so it was cool to see her again.

Shrek

After the joy of obsessing over Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, one of my friends insisted that we all catch up on the deep lore of the franchise, and go through every Shrek movie in order. Unlike with X-Men, we succeeded in one marathon through them all. The dude who suggested this also made the assertion that PiB: Wish was the first Shrek film to feature blood and cursing. This is patently false and I took immense pleasure in proving him wrong. *whispers* Shrek says ass within the first twenty minutes, don't tell mom!

The first movie got memed on quite a bit, but I think most people have come around to enjoying it in a genuine sense. It's a cute love story with a good message and funny fard jokes. I don't think the gross-out humor really oversteps in bounds, and it would feel pretty bizarre in hindsight if a movie like Shrek ever toned that stuff down. There were a lot of movies with "fairytales come to life and their rude and goofy," as their premise, (think Hoodwinked, another fun movie) but I think the style of the Shrek world comes off in the most endearing way. Or maybe that's just nostalgia talking.

Shrek 2

I have the soundtrack of this movie embedded into my skull. I had the CD growing up and would make my mom play it in the car on the way to primary school ad nauseum. I also had the entire movie with incredibly compressed graphics on my GBA. This classic film is synonymous with my early childhood, and it holds up really well. It's shorter than I remembered, but I think that's just because it's so expertly paced.

It also introduces our favorite fearless hero, who blends effortlessly into the main cast. All of the character's play off of each other really well, actually. The gags of a royal knight planting catnip on Puss or Gingy yelling "IT'S A THONG" to get Pinocchio to lie still get me. Not to mention the perfect fight scene scored by "I Need a Hero." Every studio with rights to that song have been chasing that high ever since.

Shrek the Third

Some people hate this movie with genuine vile and malice in their hearts. Maybe that's harsh. It definitely doesn't match the highs of either of the first two, but I still enjoyed it a lot as a kid and had a good time with it now. My friend noted that the first half of this film has a lot of funny gags that peter out in the second half, where the focus is on Shrek's complicated feelings on fatherhood. There are moments in the movie where I can tell it can't decide whether to write a scene with appropriate drama or make a stupid joke, which is odd as the first one balanced those aspects pretty elegantly.

This movie does have a sequence where the classic fairytale princesses learn martial arts from Julie Andrews and kick the bark covered asses of the trees from Wizard of Oz, all to the beat of Barracuda. Disney could never. I also like that Prince Charming takes a more central role as antagonist in the story this time around, which feels very appropriate for the setting. Justin Timberlake is here too I guess. Damn, I forgot about him. Sorry Justin.

Shrek the Final Chapter

This movie came out when I believed myself toooo olllllllld and MATURE for silly animated movies with farting in them. I had grown, and was ready for stuff like *looks at movies that came out 2010* MEGAMIND, an even sillier animated movie with still probably several fart jokes. I had a bunch of reasons for disliking this one when it came out, but I don't really recall any of them. This movie is pretty wild upon revisiting. Shrek pulls a It's a Wonderful Life with Rumpelstiltskin and is pulled into an alternate universe fanfiction where he never existed, joins an Ogre resistance and tries to get his wife to fall in love with him again. It's such a goofy premise with some fairly well constructed dramatic moments. It's also very good 3D animation for its time, which might be consistent with the rest of the series.

There's a scene where Rumpelstiltskin jumps off a ledge and makes a weird noise that I cannot for the life of me find on youtube, but it sticks in my brain for some reason. He's a pretty fun villain, overall, all of his scenes made me laugh. I think we watched the other Puss in Boots movie after this, but I fell asleep. Sorry Justin.

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

This franchise got reimagined with a new cast a few years ago, and for some reason became a controversial focus of American politics for several weeks. I mean not for some reason, it was really just sexism. Women? Fighting ghosts??? Only men fight ghosts in real life, everyone knows that. This movie, on the other hand, is a direct sequel to the original film and also didn't come out during an election year, so even though Girls do be Fighting Ghosts in this one, there was less outrage around it. It's a fun homage to the original, but doesn't acknowledge the original Ghostbusters 2 in the least, and that movie genuinely freaked me out as a kid with its pink slime that kills you.

The film focuses on the very autistic granddaughter of the late and famously autistic member of the original cast, Egon. She's a delightful protagonist throughout the story, working with the ghost of her grandfather to uncover the truth behind the natural disasters plaguing her Podunk town. There are also some fun new ghost designs our child heroes have to overcome. The supporting cast is serviceable, mostly focused around Finn Wolfhard and Paul Rudd's eternal struggle to get dates before the world is eaten by Gozer, or whoever. There's a lot of nostalgia bait in this movie. The OG Ghostbusters even make a Deus Ex Machina style cameo, saving Baby Egon at the last moment aside a CGI Harold Ramis that did get me to tear up a little. This whole movie was dedicated to him, which is sweet.

Kingdom Hearts: Back Cover

Remember when I said I was done talking about Kingdom Hearts for this year? No? You haven't been reading these? That's okay, I was lying anyway. As part of my full bodily integration into this series, I watched the entirety of the KH Union X Cutscenes interspersed with clips from the Back Cover movie in order of the proper timeline of events. This is probably the sanest way to experience this story. The original has you play a mobile game where you are updated on the plot every ten or so boring ass missions and then watch the movie as a companion piece. It's a pretty engaging narrative by KH standards, but its told in the most batshit way possible, which I guess is also up to KH standards. You can watch it here, if the embeds work:

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The first part of this story focuses on a member of the Keyblade Guilds, who is slowly encroaching upon the reality that the organization they're apart of is tearing itself apart. All of the Guild Masters are in conflict over a potential traitor, and this suspicion eventually spirals into an entire war. The Master of these Masters, or MoM, is largely implied to have orchestrated the entire event. The second half focuses on the fallout from that war as the surviving Guild members try to escape the end of the world.

I got pretty attached to several of the characters and their ultimate fate, but I think this could have worked better as a TV show rather than a REALLY BORING MOBILE GAME. I guess you can watch it as a TV show, if you watch the video above in 30 minute chunks, and if you're okay with beautiful 3D animated cutscenes transitioning into kind of stale sprite art at random.

Alright ending this here. I didn't finish this on Friday as I had some other Things going on, so we're in for a double feature! Hopefully, I'll continue on the games list which will be out this evening. I'm writing these ahead of time so who knows???

#movies #film #review #glass onion #puss in boots #the last wish #a silent voice #x men #first class #days of future past #shrek #ghostbusters #afterlife #kingdom hearts #back cover #union x #my post #Youtube

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Beyond the Battle - Chapter 33 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 33. Resting

Steve’s nose twitched, which in turn sent a message to his stomach, which poked his sleepy brain into floating from the dark depth of restful sleep, back to the waking world. There was still a hand in his hair, only it was a different hand and was scratching at his scalp with blunt fingernails in a way that made him want to purr. Luckily for his dignity, his higher brain began to cooperate before he did.

There was no doubting that his thoughts were still a bit on the slow and muddled side, but he was perfectly used to that after an Upside Down related incident. This one might have been government sponsored, but it had been about powers and stuff, so in his head it still counted. There was a bowl of something on the coffee table in front of him, which was where the nice smell was coming from. It took him a second to realise the table was the one from the pool room, because he definitely remembered seeing the main one in several pieces.

Blinking, he looked around a little without trying to move. He was kind of surprised to find Argyle sitting on the couch opposite the one he was lying on. Things had definitely moved on while he was asleep.

“Hey, my dude,” Argyle said with a big smile, “welcome back from dreamland. I hear it has been quite a day.”

He hummed a reply.

“How’re you feeling, Stevie?” Eddie’s familiar voice asked, even as the fingers massaging his scalp stopped moving.

“Hungry,” he admitted as he valiantly fought from making a pathetic noise of complaint at the loss of Eddie’s touch.

He felt much more rested and with it this time around and decided to chance sitting up. Eddie gave him a small boost as he carefully swung his legs down and tried pushing himself into a sitting position. Somewhere along the way he noticed that the iv was gone from the back of his hand. Clearly, he had been asleep a while.

The living room had also been tidied. It was not up to its usual standards, but, apart from the bullet holes in the wall, it looked pretty normal. The front door had been patched so it was no longer hanging open. It was also dark.

“Here,” Eddie said, leaning forward and picking up the bowl from the table, “you have this one. Joyce has been producing some of her wonders.”

“It’s yours,” Steve said, rubbing his eyes as he came to the obvious conclusion.

“And there is plenty more in the kitchen,” Eddie said. “I promise I did not get my cooties all over it yet, so eat up.”

That made him smile. It also made him want to lean over and give Eddie a kiss, but not being alone made that a problem.

“What did I miss?” Steve asked, accepting the bowl despite his reservations.

“Well, to start with everyone over twenty is conspiring in your kitchen,” Eddie told him, looking much happier as soon as Steve began to eat. “We have no idea what they came up with, because they wouldn’t let us in on it, but your mom looked very pleased with herself by the time Owens left, and Owens didn’t look defeated, so I think they were conspiring together.”

“Mom was an attorney before she had me,” Steve said, more than a little proud of how his mom was dealing with the whole Upside Down situation. “She went back to it once I was old enough. She heads the legal department in the firm, doesn’t trust anyone else to do it properly.”

“Your mom is one stand up lady,” Argyle agreed from the other couch.

“The only thing I heard was Hopper mutter something about no one being able to touch this town with a fifty-foot pole.” Eddie added, “so whatever they’ve come up with it’s probably good.”

“It is.”

Steve turned to find his mom coming from the direction of the kitchen.

“Hi, Mom,” he said, giving her a small smile. “Are you saying jump and making government people ask how high?”

“Sort of,” his mom replied, coming over and perching on the edge of the couch, “but I have to admit, Sam seems to be a surprising ally.”

He blinked at the way his mom casually called Dr Owens, Sam. That went a long way to settling his immediate doubts. Not all of them, but given that him mom had been known to eviscerate people by using their titles as a weapon, the way she was referring to Owens spoke volumes.

“Unfortunately,” his mom went on, “Will has become part of the official record thanks to Sullivan’s men and their radio chatter, however, we have agreed that you and Eddie will be kept out of the official report. He assures me his people can be trusted.”

“How did you get them to agree to that?” Steve asked, so shocked he completely forgot about the fork halfway to his mouth.

“Sam is a surprisingly forward-thinking person,” his mom told him. “He is more than aware there are other factions within the government that would like nothing more than to use El and any like her as weapons. While he is sure he can downplay Will’s abilities as an echo of El’s brought on by contact with the Upside Down, he agreed with me that if yours became widely known it would bring too many eyes onto the project once again. And likewise with Eddie. Sam has, however, offered the facilities at the lab, should either of you wish to investigate what you are capable of further.”

“Wouldn’t that be dangerous?” Eddie asked.

“I wouldn’t recommend it unless either of you start having problems,” his mom said, “but I promised I would pass on the offer, so I have. And don’t worry, we have certain things in the works that should make touching El or any of the rest of you far riskier than any covert government organisation would like.”

“Do I want to ask?” Steve said.

“No, Darling,” his mom told him with a smile, “but I didn’t want you to worry. You and the other kids just need to focus on yourselves for a while, you’ve all done more than enough.”

There were many ways Steve could react to that, from rejecting the idea outright, through being put out by being kept out of the loop, but he settled on acceptance in the end. He was tired, he was starving, and really all he wanted to do was eat and curl up. It was nice to be able to let go of the reins for once.

“Okay,” he said and put the meatball on his fork in his mouth.

“Oh my god, where are they, they must be riding over the hill any minute. The four horsemen have got to be knocking on the door,” Eddie said in his usual dramatic fashion.

Steve gave his boyfriend his best bitchy look, which made Argyle laugh out loud. His mom for her part smiled widely.

“That smells so good,” Eddie said, pushing himself away from the couch. “I shall return once I have quested for such bounty. Anyone want anything from the kitchen?”

“A glass of milk would be great, thanks,” Steve said round his bite. “If there’s any left.”

“I’m good, thanks brochacho,” Argyle said.

“Thank you, but no,” his mom replied.

“Milk coming right up,” Eddie said and disappeared.

It was only when it was just him, Argyle, and his mom in the living room it occurred to him the house seemed very empty.

“Where is everyone?” he asked.

“Hopper has taken Dustin, Nancy, Mike, Lucas and Erica home,” his mom explained, “while Eddie’s friends have made their own way. The incident today has made the news, so everyone wanted to reassure their parents they are alive and well, and they’ve been given a vague cover story for now.”

“The news?” he asked.

“Not many of our neighbours have returned yet, but the explosion on the drive was enough to garner the attention of those who have,” his mom said. “The press has been told it was a paramilitary organisation masquerading as US government troops. Sam is working it into the cover story he was already arranging and is handling the news people.”

“Okay,” he said, trying to sound confident, even as he vaguely panicked about reporters lurking in the bushes. “Is everyone else staying?” he decided to change the subject, his sleepy brain couldn’t cope with everything at the same time.

“That is the plan,” his mom told him. “Will and El woke up a little while ago, long enough to have something to eat, but are sleeping again. Sam sent a clean-up crew to Joyce and Hopper’s house to make sure no one can break-in, and everyone will be staying here tonight, so as not to disturb the kids.”

“Jon is helping his mom in the kitchen,” Argyle provided cheerfully. “Broke all the speed laws to get back here when he heard the news. Dude could really have done with the healing powers of Purple Palm Tree Delight.”

Steve glanced at his mom, but she seemed to find Argyle amusing rather than anything else. He had no idea if she knew what Purple Palm Tree Delight was, but given that Argyle carried the scent of weed with him almost all the time, Steve suspected his mom could guess.

“And Robin and Wayne?” he asked, deciding he didn’t want to touch on that particular subject.

“I have just had a fantastic shower,” Robin’s voice carried from the stairs, and she appeared wearing a selection of Steve’s clothes. “I hate how hard it is to get blood out from under your fingernails.”

Steve could very much relate to that these days.

“Tell me about it,” he agreed, ignoring his own rather grubby nails for the time being.

A long hot shower sounded really good, but his first priority was his stomach. That he had almost finished his bowl of carb rich pasta and meatballs already should maybe have been a little embarrassing, but he really was starving.

“I believe Wayne is in the backyard getting some air,” his mom provided the answer to the other part of his question. “Given today’s excitement he has called in sick to the plant.”

“It took Eddie using his big ole brown eyes,” Robin revealed as she threw herself onto the couch beside him, “but it worked. Also, I think Eddie’s eyes should be listed as a lethal weapon. Devastating!”

Steve ate the last of his pasta, so he didn’t say something stupid to that. He was well aware of the effect of Eddie’s eyes, although he suspected they affected him a little differently to other people.

“They only work on Wayne when he wants them to,” Eddie said, appearing once more from the kitchen. “He’s been immune to them since I was nine.”

Steve accepted the glass Eddie handed him with a quiet thank you.

“That smells really good,” Robin said, peering at Eddie’s new bowl.

“Oh, good lord,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes and just handing it to her. “I’ll get another one.”

Robin grinned at him.

“You are an angel,” she said, which made Steve’s chest flush with fondness for both of his favourite people.

“And looks like you could do with a refill,” Eddie said, waving his hand in Steve’s general direction.

He knew when not to argue and just handed over his bowl.

“I’m not going back a third time,” Eddie said as he walked off, “so speak now or forever, etc, etc.”

Joyce and Jonathan appeared shortly after Eddie came back the second time, taking seats next to Argyle on the other couch.

“This is delicious, thank you, Joyce,” Steve remembered his manners as he tucked into his second bowl.

“Just one of my staple recipes to feed growing kids,” Joyce replied with a smile. “Also easy to keep warm.”

“If Steve leaves any,” Robin joked.

“The betrayal,” Steve said, because he could be dramatic too, when he wanted to be.

“You still love me,” Robin shot back.

“I do, remind me why again,” he replied, so she elbowed him in the side.

“I am practically perfect in every way,” Robin said primly.

“Did you just quote Mary Poppins?” Eddie said with his fork hovering in front of his mouth.

“Did the scary metal-head Dungeon Master recognise that I quoted Mary Poppins?” Robin countered, batting her eyelashes in a way that Steve was pretty sure was supposed to look innocent, not demonic.

“It’s a classic,” Eddie replied, “but it’s not like I go around dropping lines from it. And I think my reputation is less likely to take a hit from a fantasy musical than yours, it doesn’t come as a two VHS set and I don’t think Cockney counts as another language.”

Of course, that launched the pair into bickering about films, which Jonathan and Argyle chose to join in. Steve sat back, finishing his meal and enjoying the whole thing. It was kind of hilarious how Eddie, and surprisingly Jonathan, ended up teamed up against Robin and Argyle.

Food eaten, milk drunk, he put his bowl and glass on the table and sat back into the couch. His mom was still perched on the arm, and he leaned in without really thinking about it. The way she stiffened at his touch sent his thoughts reeling before he remembered why. For a second, he held his breath as well, wondering if there would be any repercussions.

“All good,” he said quietly after a moment, looking up, “sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Darling,” his mom replied, draping her arm over his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “Glad you’re feeling better.”

He gave her a smile and tried to enjoy the comfort of his parent’s touch while listening to his friends playfully bicker, but his mind was distracted now. His thoughts skipped back over the events of the afternoon. It almost felt like a dream. An army colonel had tried to kill his friends and invaded his home. That it had been purely human driven made it worse in a way. There were no creatures, no mad superman to blame everything on this time. It set him on edge.

When the front door opened, his almost jumped in surprise.

“Just me,” Hopper announced as everyone looked over, “but Joyce, look who I ran into.”

“Dimitri,” Joyce said, standing up from the other couch.

A hard-faced man with a moustache stood in the doorway. Steve had never seen him before and he had had never heard of anyone called Dimitri. That it was a Russian name was not settling.

End of Chapter 33

Chapter 34

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