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futureman · 1 year

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come clean

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: joel comes home after a messy day on patrol, but you're already in the shower

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff, language, getting together, slow buildup, jackson era, smut, handjob, f!masturbation, fingering, unprotected piv, rough sex, shower sex, size kink

word count: 4.7k

a/n: this one goes out to emotional support daydreams! as always, thoughts and feedback are always appreciated. hope y'all enjoy 💕

Joel’s having a rough day. It’s late, and he’s bone-tired and covered in…well, he’s not really sure what he’s covered in. Mud and bits of dead grass, definitely, but there's splotches of red on his jeans, too. He couldn’t tell you whether it’s his blood or something else’s—the adrenaline still hasn’t completely worn off, so it’s entirely possible he’s not feeling the full extent of his injuries yet.

His day hadn’t started that badly, but it wasn’t a typical morning, either. Maria had stopped him and Tommy at the gate to ask if they'd mind checking out a situation at the dam instead of patrolling their usual route.

Apparently, some of the machinery was acting up and the only person she trusted to oversee the repairs was Tommy. She honestly hadn't given much thought to Joel's part in all of it—their relationship is still pretty tense, even after his return to Jackson, so he was just along for the ride.

Things went downhill fast after they arrived at their destination. No one's really sure how the infected got into the facility, but it was a lucky thing Joel was there after all. With the help of a few guards, they were able to dispatch everything in and around the building without any bites or serious injuries but, boy, did they make a serious mess. Of the facility and the machinery they were supposed to help fix, and of Joel.

So now here he is, exhausted and dirty, getting shit from his kid when all he wants to do is get clean and take a fucking nap.

“Ew, gross,” Ellie groans, clearly not giving two shits about how badly Joel’s day is going or how little she’s helping right now. She had the day off and is somehow still watching movies in the same spot he left her in this morning. “Stop touching things! You’re getting shit everywhere.”

He ignores her and shrugs off his coat, walking into the living room to toss it over the back of his recliner, but she throws him a dirty look that stops him in his tracks.

"Whatever, m'gettin’ in the shower," he grunts, dropping it on the doormat instead. He'll probably have to burn that coat anyway if the stains and…odor are anything to go by.

"Uhhhh, no, actually you're not," she says matter-of-factly, and he raises his eyebrows, eyeing her expectantly when she doesn't elaborate.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Did your hearing get worse or something? Shower's already on,” she nods toward the stairs. He’s not sure how he didn’t notice the sound of running water filtering down from the second floor earlier, but now he’s annoyed that he can’t shower and that she might actually be right about his hearing.

"Well then, I'm waitin' here," he sasses back, taking a seat on the recliner with zero regard to the upholstery.

"Dude!" She’s starting to look as exasperated as he feels. And her reaction isn’t unwarranted. If he touches literally anything in this living room, they’ll probably have to burn it, too.

"Fine, fine, m'not touchin' anythin'," he stands back up, holding his hands up in surrender. "How long's she been in there?"

"Like, five minutes. Probably gonna be a while, knowing her,” she replies with an amused grin. Oh, so she thinks this is funny.

"The fuck do ya expect me to do then, stand here ‘til she's out?" He asks as if it’s not exactly what he’s been doing the entire time they’ve been having this conversation.

"As long as you don't sit on any of the furniture, I don't really give a shit what you do," she shrugs.

He rolls his eyes at her, running a hand down his face in frustration. He’s just about to give up and hose himself down in the yard when she finally offers a solution.

"You could just knock and see if she'll swap out with you. She basically just got in, anyway."

“Y’know what, I think I will,” he grumbles, heading upstairs to the bathroom and leaving Ellie to her shitty 90s sci-fi thriller. She shakes her head, laughing as she slips on her headphones.

“Don’t be too loud up there!”

But with his bad ears, he doesn’t hear her.

God, you needed this shower so badly. It's been a rough day, to say the least, and it’s finally time to get the relaxation you deserve. You got saddled with an extra patrol shift because two of the usual guys had a last-minute change of assignment, and it turned a typical day into an unbelievably exhausting one.

But tonight you got lucky. There was no one around to use up all of the hot water besides Ellie, who’s been glued to the TV all day, and you miraculously got home before Joel. So tonight, you get to enjoy the expensive bottle of shampoo you found at some fancy store in some fancy mall last month, and let yourself forget for a while that there’s fucking fungus monsters out there eating people.

That is—until someone knocks on the door and ends your perfect evening before it begins. Now you’ve got soap in your eyes, and you’re slightly worried because Ellie either needs something from the bathroom or the house is on fire. There’s never an in-between with her.

“Ellie? Everything okay?” you call out, really hoping it’s not the latter.

The voice that responds is muffled and decidedly much deeper than Ellie’s, and you’re momentarily taken off guard before you realize it’s not a burglar. It’s Joel—of course, it’s Joel. He probably got off his shift late and wants to clean up, and now you feel bad for making him wait and using up all the hot water.

You can’t really hear what he’s saying over the shower, so you slide the curtain open to poke your head out. “What? Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

He tries to answer you again, or at least you think he does, but you still can’t make him out, so you tell him to come inside. The door only opens a crack, but it's so quick that there's no time to duck behind the curtain before Joel's face appears and you're both staring at each other blankly.

“…Hi,” you breathe out, praying it’s just your head and not the rest of your body peeking out. “So, um, what were you saying?”

He looks a little embarrassed and it’s adorable, but the thought only crosses your mind for a split second before you notice the rest of him. He’s—there’s really no nice way to say this, but he looks revolting.

There’s dirt everywhere. Matted in his hair, under his fingernails, all over his clothes. It looks like he’s been rolling around on the ground all day, and honestly, maybe he has. He’s also got…gross, is that a chunk of…? Nope. It looks like someone exploded in his face, and he needs a shower. Badly.

The only problem is you’re covered head-to-toe in soap, and you’re pretty sure you’ve only got about 15 minutes of hot water left.

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry to barge in on ya,” he mumbles, looking pointedly away from you. “I came up here to see if you wouldn’t mind pausin’ your shower for a bit, but I, uh…can see that’s gonna be a little difficult.”

You look down at yourself and, yeah, he’s right. You’re dripping water and soap all over the floor. Getting out now would be a pain in the ass, but he also really needs to get in.

“No, no. It’s totally fine! It makes way more sense for me to sit around soapy than for you to, um, stand around like that,” you reason. It’s his turn to look down at himself, and he grimaces. “Just turn around for a sec and we can swap.”

He nods, still looking sheepish, but grateful.

You duck back into the shower to shut the water off and gather up your toiletries to make room for his. You’ve already shoved half of your stuff to one side before you realize it was probably just a waste of time because there was already plenty of space—and that's when it dawns on you.

This stall is pretty big—as far as showers go, anyway. There's no reason you can't both fit in here at the same time. It's also not like he's never seen you naked before. You joined up with Joel and Ellie long before running water was in the picture, so you've had your fair share of awkward bathing encounters. Really, it's just a matter of whether or not he'll go for it.

You pop your head back out, taking a second to admire those strong, broad shoulders of his before getting his attention. Damn, he's a real catch. Hot and respectful. But seriously, he's so disgusting right now and it would be a shame to allow that to continue.

"Hey, Joel," you start, and he glances back carefully over his shoulder. You hesitate for a beat before continuing, “So, hear me out—what if we just…if we both showered…at the same time…”

He looks confused, and you realize how badly you botched that entire sentence. Okay, so talking around it didn't work. You take a deep breath to steady yourself before trying again.

"Just—just get in with me," you say softly. "We can shower together."

His brow furrows, eyes unreadable. He looks like he might be thinking it over, but his silence isn't exactly the most encouraging reaction in the world. Subconsciously, you hold your breath while you wait for an answer.

There’s no way he’s going to go for this, is there? It’s Joel. He can barely look at you in a tank top without blushing, let alone wet and naked. You’re not even sure why you bothered asking. It was clearly a dumb—

“Yeah, guess that makes sense,” he nods, turning back to you fully, and you swear he’s looking at you differently. That's…not what you were expecting. Not that you're complaining in the slightest. He's not even trying to hide his eagerness, and you're starting to think maybe he was waiting for you to ask all along.

"Well, come on in, cowboy."

Joel undresses slowly, eyeing what little of you he can see greedily, and it makes your cheeks burn. It’s like he can’t look away—from your eyes and lips, your collarbone. Even the tiny droplets of water that fall from your hair. It feels more intimate than any moment you’ve ever shared with Joel, and he hasn’t even touched you. Yet, hopefully.

You’re getting impatient. He's making a show of stripping down and it's taking everything you have not to get out of the shower and rip all of his clothes off yourself. His fingers are so thick, and more and more of his tanned, weather-worn skin is exposed to you as they work to unbutton his shirt.

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling at this point, imagining those fingers sinking deep inside you before you can stop yourself. Fuck, you're pent up. And should probably have a lot more shame, but now he's unzipping his jeans, and you feel like you're about to combust.

You let out a pained noise without meaning to and he chuckles, shaking his head as he picks up the pace. "I'm comin', I'm comin'," he teases, dropping his pants to the floor. "Why don't you get the water goin' for me?"

Now you're the one having trouble looking away. Damn, who even is this guy? He’s nothing like the Joel you’ve known for years, and definitely not the Joel who stepped into this bathroom ten minutes ago. If you'd known it would go like this, you would’ve invited him to shower with you a long time ago.

He’s down to just his boxers now, and maybe it's wishful thinking, but he looks like he’s already hard. Swallowing is suddenly extremely difficult, so you shoot him one last appreciative look before doing what he asked.

You turn the water back on and it’s still pleasurably warm as it rains down onto your tense shoulders. The steady pressure soothes some of the nerves while you wait for him to join you, but you’re so caught up in the moment that you don't notice the curtain opening.

"Scoot over," he murmurs behind you, his breath fanning out over the back of your neck. He’s close, so much closer than you expected him to be. You assumed you’d be dancing around each other for at least a little while longer, but it seems like Joel knows exactly what he wants, and it’s not just the shower.

He reaches around you to grab that expensive bottle of shampoo you’ve been looking forward to, his fingers grazing your bare skin, and you shiver despite the heat of the water.

“Or you could stay right here,” he says, even closer now, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “We could help each other out—with washin’ up, I mean.”

You inhale shakily, your reply getting caught in your throat. “Y-yes—yeah, yes…we should definitely do that,” you breathe out.

He chuckles and the sound is surprisingly affectionate. It gives you hope that this won’t just be a one-time thing. That after all this time, he wants you as much as you want him.

You’re the first to initiate physical contact, reaching back to bury your fingers in his hair which, in retrospect, turns out to be a terrible idea. He’s still filthy, and your fingers get caught in tangles and dirt and…probably a lot of other nasty shit you don’t want to think about.

You snort out a laugh, turning around to face him. “I think you’re up first, handsome.”

The corners of his mouth tip up as he nods, and you can’t resist the urge to reach up and trace his bottom lip with your thumb. He kisses the pad of your finger, and you wish so badly that it was your lips.

For the second time tonight, you’re feeling incredibly impatient. You want to feel more of him, let him press you up against the wall and kiss you, touch you the way you both want him to, but it’ll have to wait.

You pluck the bottle from his hands and squeeze a huge dollop into your palm, telling him to turn around with a small smile. His eyes drop to the quirk of your lips for a moment too long before he obliges, and you’re starting to realize he’s getting impatient, too.

You reach up to thread your fingers into his graying hair and, somehow, the strands still feel soft despite everything tangled up in them. It’s going to take a decent amount of scrubbing before it’s back to its normal, fluffy state of disarray, but you’ll make it feel good for him. A little taste of what's to come.

He tips his head back as you massage in the shampoo, letting out the softest groan when your fingernails scratch along his scalp, and you have to press your thighs together to relieve the growing ache in your core. You’re not going to make it through this shower if he keeps making noises like that. But, of course, he does, and they're getting louder.

You can feel his body starting to respond to yours, too. It’s a little cruel how you’re purposely working him up, sliding a washcloth over his shoulders and across his back, letting your fingers skim teasingly over his skin as you stretch your arms around him to reach his front.

His stomach flexes under your palm, and he inhales sharply as your hardened nipples graze across his back. You continue your path down, running your fingers through the coarse hair at the base of his cock, and his hips jerk forward, seeking the friction you so desperately want to provide. He's panting, and you're both having a difficult time holding yourselves back.

Brown and red swirl in the water around your feet and down the drain, and it's enough to tell you that he's finally clean. And that you can finally touch him the way you want to.

Pressing yourself firmly against his back, you reach down to wrap your fingers around his cock and he feels huge in your hand, rock hard and pulsing with his racing heartbeat. You pump him a few times, giving him a firm squeeze at the base, and he keens, already leaking all over himself.

He braces a hand on your hip to steady himself as you trail open-mouthed kisses down his spine, digging his fingers in roughly when you slowly start to jerk him off in earnest.

"T-that's it, pretty girl—,” he pants heavily, eyes dropping down to watch you work him, and you twist your wrist up on the next stroke, thumbing over his head. "Keep goin', just like that."

You whimper damply against his skin at the pet name, feeling a pleasurable whoosh in your belly as your cunt drips pathetically down your thighs. The throbbing between your legs is almost unbearable, but you don't want to let him go, not when his hips are meeting your fist so fucking desperately. You wedge a hand between your bodies, slipping it lower and lower until your fingers rub against your slick folds, gathering some of the wetness to rub soothing circles into your clit.

“I got you, I got you,” you moan at the sudden relief. Your caresses start to match his thrusts, and soon he's trembling in your arms, whimpering like he'll cum any second if you let him. You rub your cheek tenderly against his back, murmuring soft, encouraging words into his heated skin.

"You're doing so, so well," you tell him, and he seizes up at the praise, chest heaving as you focus your attention closer to the tip. "You wanna cum or are you gonna wait for me? Want you to fill me up…can you do that for me?"

For a second, you think your words might've thrown him over the edge, his hips stuttering against your palm even as you slow your movements. But he's still clearly fighting the urge to cum, and that has to mean he wants to fuck you badly.

His hand shakes as it lifts to wrap around yours, guiding you down to squeeze the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm, but you're not making it easy for him. You barely notice your other hand still working your pussy, too turned on to realize you've started pumping two fingers in and out of yourself.

Joel notices, though. Something that sounds almost animalistic tears its way out of his chest as he turns on you, snatching your hand out of your cunt and slamming it against the shower wall. Your fingers are shiny and glistening with your wetness and he leans forward to suck each of them into his mouth, groaning at your taste on his tongue.

The look on his face makes it seem like you're the best meal he's ever had, and you feel a strong, sudden urge to have his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself. He pulls off your middle finger with an audible pop, and then you're crashing your lips into his, immediately licking into him.

God, why do you taste so good in his mouth? It's salty and heady, and really shouldn't be as hot as it is, but you can't bring yourself to care as his tongue tangles with yours. You feel two—shit, no, it’s three—of his fingers slip into you, and, holy fuck, they're so much bigger than yours. You're already so full and they feel even thicker at the base, nudging a spot that makes you see stars.

There's no way his cock is going to fit inside you…right? But the thought of him trying anyway almost makes you cum on the spot. Another wave of heat crashes through you and your walls convulse around him, pussy gushing down his fingers, and he abruptly breaks away from your lips, groaning lowly, desperately.

"Fuck, I-I need—shit, I need to fuck you, pretty girl," he twitches against you, leaking a glob of precum as he ruts into your belly. “M'gonna fill ya up real good, just like you wanted—," and you gasp, clamping down on his fingers one more time before he's pulling them out and hauling you into his arms, your legs quickly wrapping around his waist as he shoves you higher up the wall.

His hands roam your skin hungrily before eventually settling under the soft swell of your ass, holding you up as he slicks up his cock between your folds. Every time the tip catches your clit, your hips buck clean off the wall and he presses into you harder to keep you in place. You bury your face in his neck, thighs squeezing into his sides.

"S'not gonna fit," you slur, a little drunk off how good he feels between your legs. The next time his hips buck forward, the blunt head of his cock catches your entrance. "J-Joel—ngh…Joel, s'too big, you have to make it fit, please."

And that's when his patience runs out.

He sheathes himself to the hilt in one harsh thrust, growling roughly into your hair, and the stretch is mind-numbing. He stays deep, letting you adjust to the feeling of being split open, and his head drops to your shoulder. His eyes are locked on where you're joined, your pussy stretched around him almost obscenely.

"Would'ja look at that," he mumbles to himself, rocking in and out slowly as he turns his head to suck a bruise into your collarbone. You reach a hand down curiously, wanting to feel yourself around him, and your jaw drops when your fingers brush where his thickness is forcing your cunt to yield to him. "Knew you could take me…pussy feels s-so fuckin' good, like you were made for me."

You whine pathetically as the ache starts to subside and the need for him to fuck you becomes overwhelming. Pleasure blooms where he's already grazing that heavenly spot again, and you tug his head back by his hair, bringing his attention back up to you.

Everything pauses, just for a moment. You kiss his lips delicately, so much more delicate than he's about to be with your body but, right now, you need him to know that it's more than this for you. More than the sex and the physical intimacy. And the way he kisses you back reassures you beyond a doubt that it's more than this for him, too.

Then, your patience runs out.

"Joel, move."

And suddenly, he's spearing up into that spot deep inside you with reckless abandon, bouncing you on his cock, and you're not entirely sure, but you might actually be screaming.

Your head lolls back, thudding dully against the wall, and he ducks down to wrap his lips around your nipple, tongue circling the nub as he continues you work you up and down his shaft. The sound your pussy's making around him should be humiliating, but it only spurs him on, the wet squelching echoing loudly over the running water.

"Hear that? That's all you, baby. So fuckin' wet, look at that," and he's watching himself again in awe as he fucks in and out of you. You follow his gaze and, holy shit, he's not kidding. You're absolutely soaking him. "You look so good like this, so goddamn pretty stretched around my cock."

You still haven't completely acclimated to how thick he is, not sure you ever actually will, and the syrupy-sweet pain of him has you clawing at his back. You use the wall as leverage, arching just enough so you can actively meet his thrusts, and the new angle sends you reeling.

"Feels so…full, so full," you gasp, your back inching higher up the wall with the force of his thrusts. "K-keep going…there, Joel, there."

It's not just that one spot he's hitting anymore—fuck, it feels like he's everywhere. The ridge of his cock is rubbing your walls just right and every other thrust fucks deep enough to graze your cervix. You sob at the onslaught of overpowering pleasure, burying your hands in his hair to tether yourself as your brain begins to fizzle.

Just a little more, you only need a little bit more. You can feel the lower half of your body locking down and, as if he can sense exactly what you need, he grinds his cock in as deep as it'll go.

"That's it, baby. C'mon, give it to me," he grits against your throat. "Squeezin' me so fuckin' tight, you're almost there."

The coarse hairs at the base of his cock scrape roughly and a little painfully against your swollen clit as you rock against him, but the slide is still so slick and raw that your thighs begin to quake around his waist, and it's—fuck, it's so…so…

"M'gonna fucking cum—gonna…oh fuck, fuck, Joel," your lips part around what you pray is a silent scream and your body goes rigid, cunt spasming violently around him.

He chokes out a moan as you clamp down impossibly tighter on his cock. "Fuckin' hell, there we go," he rasps out shakily as he fucks you into the wall blindingly hard, letting you ride him through your orgasm.

"So, s-so good. Feels so fuckin' good," he's starting to mumble to himself deliriously, squeezing your ass hard enough to bruise. You whimper helplessly as his thrusts get sloppier and more desperate, "Gonna fill you up 'til it's leakin' out…c-can I, pretty girl? Please…bet you'd look so fuckin' good with my cum spillin' out of you—"

Before you can even answer, you feel him throb and then his entire body stills, his cock visibly pulsing as he empties into you. He moans his way through it, his head dropping to your shoulder again to watch himself pump you full of cum just like he said he would.

If you thought you felt full before, it's nothing compared to how you feel right now. He's still so deep, twitching pathetically inside you as he lifts his head to nose at the underside of your jaw. He presses a soft kiss there and you sigh, wrapping your arms and legs around him tighter.

"Christ, Joel, where did that come from?" you rasp out. He chuckles, and his whole body shakes with it, jostling his hips into your sensitive clit. Your pussy flutters around him and his breath hitches, fingers digging into the softness of your thighs. He still hasn't pulled out and you have a feeling he doesn't want to.

"Been waitin' a long time for that," he murmurs, meeting your eyes. You smile softly, and your lips command his attention. "Waited a long time for you."

So full of surprises tonight. You’ve traveled with him for years, settled down with your kid, but you never expected this. For him to finally feel the same way you do, to fuck you like that. You’re suddenly extremely thankful he came home in dire need of a shower.

You run your hands up his chest, settling one on his shoulder and burying the other in his hair. The dirt, the grime—it's all gone now, replaced by your release and the sweat of your exertion. He smells so good, just like your fancy shampoo. Just like home.

You lean in to kiss him deeply and he melts into you, his lips soft and warm against yours. When you part, you're met with that look again. The one he gave you after you asked him to shower with you, and that he hasn't stopped giving you since. Like he's observing you, contemplating you.

You recognize it now—it's hope.

"I've been waiting a long time for you too, Joel."

He kisses you again, holding you close as the water goes ice cold.

thanks so much for reading! 🥰

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vase-of-lilies · 8 months

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How about a one shot of mommy getting mad at mama because when we pout mama all of a sudden forgets the rules. Oh, no ice cream before bed? Forgotten. Only 30 minutes of tv time ? Nope . Baby’s in the corner for saying no when told to clean toys ? No she’s not. Only three sweets a day? Never ! Baby’s not allowed on mama’s motorcycle? Well, just this once ( this was mommy’s snapping point, at mama of course. Because we didn’t know any better ) for the tiny tiger au please :)

What Rules?

Paring: Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Little!Reader (f) x Mama!Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Heavy MD/LG, dark AU, Nat is defiant and mad at Wanda, literally Nat is a menace and honestly it takes after Tiny lol, rule-breaking, mentions of spanking

A/n: I love this, omg. I feel like because Nat grew up in such a tight-knit childhood, she would be SO lenient with rules when Wanda wasn’t watching 😂 I LOVE this request AHHHHH Thank you for sending it in! And thank you for the kind words!

Natasha was never able to do what she wanted when she was young. Being in the widow program was a torturous process and was under a hawk-like rule enforcement. So whenever she could, she would let you have some leniency with the rules that Wanda and her have set for you.

Those rules and punishments were posted on the refrigerator door;

No big girl words (cussing) - Soap in mouth

Clean up toys after playing and put them in their home - In the corner in time out for 10 minutes

30 minutes of TV a day - No TV for 24 hours

No sweets before dinner or before bed - No sweets for 2 days

Not allowed on Mama's motorcycle while in little space - 10 spanks

You were very obedient when you should be! But of course, when on the days you were fussy or didn't get enough sleep, these were the days you pouted. Your mommy was not happy when you were not happy so she allowed you to break some of these rules to cheer you up.

On a cloudy Tuesday morning, you woke up very grumpy. Wanda couldn't tell if it was a bad dream, hunger, or just plain old defiance that you woke up with, but she was quick to soothe you as she did every morning by feeding you.

This morning, however, the usual things didn't help you. Wanda was perplexed so she requested Nat to help you instead. When she came into the room she frowned as she saw you sniffling with your lion clutched to your chest.

"Hi my little love, whats going on today?" Nat asks, sitting down on your bed next to her wife. You didn't answer, your only response was whimpers of distress as you hid your face against Leo's head. Your mama gently tickles your arm and looks to Wanda, silently letting her know she can do what work she needs to do today.

"How about we have some play time? Do you want to play with your legos?" Your eyes lit up at the sound of playing with your new Lego set Uncle Tony bought you. It was the set you had always wanted; a lego vase with more blocks to make four (4) flowers to go inside of it. Wanda was against it at first, knowing that you like to suck on things, but you promised that you would have your paci when you played so you kept the legos out of your mouth.

Natasha helped you read the instructions while you built, and Wanda worked on her laptop in the mushroom tent in the corner of your room. She was contemplating telling Bucky about you, knowing that his health has gone downhill since your "death." Wanda still cares about Bucky and knows when you are in your adult head space you miss him greatly. But now wasn't the time.

Wanda's head snapped up at the sound of clapping from you, your little vase of Lego flowers now complete.

"Good job, Tiny! Look how pretty!" Nat said, giving your hair a little ruffle from her hand. You giggle in response and stand up with Leo, leaving the mess of extra pieces and wrapping on the floor.

Wanda follows you with her head as you walk out of the bedroom and then looks back at her wife, trying to find an explanation as to why you didn't clean up.

"What was that about? She needs to clean up her mess," Wanda states, closing her laptop and getting up from the mushroom tent. "You knew that, love..." She folds her arms as Nat stands as well.

"I just wanted to give her a break, she woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I'll have her clean up later, ok?" Natasha made the excuse, knowing exactly what she was doing by allowing you to break this rule. She kisses Wanda's head and then her lips, saying softly, "Get some work done, ok? I know you have been real busy with Y/n, so take a much needed break."

Wanda smiled at her wife, leaning her forehead against Nat's chin, sighing in relief. "Thank you, love. And please, keep her in line, ok? I don't want any more rules to be broken."

Her wife only nods and kisses her head once more. Gently, Nat pats Wanda's bum and she chuckles as looks down at the mess you made. Ignoring it now, she goes to the living room where you are sat on the couch watching [enter favorite cartoon], the volume on low.

Nat sits down next to you and lets you cuddle against her, your paci in your mouth and Leo in your arms.

Thirty (30) minutes go by, and you stay as still as possible. You didn't want to remind your mama of the time limit. However, she already knows this limit doesn't apply to you today. She smiles as she pulls you into her arms and you lay against her chest. Your eyes are glued to the TV, the soft colors of the cartoon occupying your brain.

An hour and a half later, you have now fallen asleep for your daily nap and Wanda was confused as to what Nat was doing. She heard the TV going for much longer than thirty (30) minutes and came to check on you. You were in and out of sleep, still watching the TV as you tried to stay awake.

Wanda sat next to you and put your head in her lap, brushing a very obvious ice cream stain from your chin. Nat was no longer watching you as she left you to watch TV to go work on her widow gear. She came in through the backdoor and smiled at her wife on the couch, not paying attention to Wanda's angry face.

"Hi, love! Is she asleep for her nap yet?" She asks, starting to clean the two ice cream bowls in the sink. Wanda nods and looks down at your sleeping face in her lap, sighing as she shakes her head in disappointment.

"I have a little bit more to work on, are you going to be good?" Wanda asks her wife this time, the redhead responding with a small chuckle and a nod.

"Of course, I only want the best for all of us." She says softly, tucking a third chocolate bar behind the coffee maker to hide it. She plans on giving it to you after your nap, and one more right before bed.

"Ok..." Wanda says hesitantly, laying your head back on your pillow and laying a soft blanket over you. "I love you, tiny, sleep tight." She whispers, kissing your head.

After your nap, Nat is there to greet you with not one (1), but TWO (2) chocolate bars! Today could not have been better! You ate the sweets with a smile on your face, sighing as you finished the last square. "Nummy..." You say, looking up at your mama.

"Why don't we do something else? What ever you want to do, love, just name it." Natasha said, knowing full well that you would want to break another rule.

Immediately you think of what you want to do. "Bike! Bike!" Nat smirks and nods softly. "As you wish! Let's go before Mommy sees!"

You nod and stand up, holding Nat's hand while you walk to the garage. Wanda was suspicious, so she checked on the cameras to see what you were doing. She was furious when she saw you on top of your mama's motorcycle, pretending to drive it. Your caregivers agreed to have this rule for your safety, and Nat was going completely against it.

Stomping to the garage, Wanda slams the door open. You jump and your eyes widen as you see your mommy in the doorway. Tilting your head, you look back to your mama, curious as to why Wanda was so angry. Nat let you do this, so it wasn't really breaking a rule, right?

Wanda makes her way over to you on the bike and lifts you off of it, gripping your wrist and pulling you back inside. Nat instantly follows, stopping Wanda before she is able to punish you.

"Wanda! Wait! It was my fault, don't punish her, she didn't know better." Nat's words make Wanda freeze.

"You allowed her to get on your bike?? First, you don't put her in time out for not cleaning up, and then you let her watch an hour and a half of TV. And don't think I didn't see the ice cream stains and the chocolate wrappers in the garbage can. Now this? What has gotten into you??"

Wanda removes you from over her lap and lets you sit on the couch. Watching your mommy stand up, she approaches your mama. "I understand that this is hard with Bucky trying to get to us. But we run a tight ship here and I need you to bring all hands on deck. If this happens again, there will be more consequences."

Natasha sighs and nods in understanding. "Can I at least give her the last chocolate bar? I promised her she could have it after she brushes her teeth..."

Wanda presses her hand to her head and looks up at Nat. "You know the goddamn answer to that."

The two women laugh together, moving to the couch to give you a stern talk about Mama letting you break the rules.

"Remember, even if Mama or Mommy says you can break a rule, tell her you want to be a good girl. Do you understand, Tiny?"

You nod, still confused about what happened today. Your mind was clouded and you just wanted to be with your mommies now, and that was what they gave you. All the attention you could ever need.

#wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #Wandanat x reader #into the tiny verse #The toy lion the scarlet witch and tiny in the wardrobe #wandanat x little reader #mommy wandanat x little reader #mommy wanda x little reader #mommy natasha x little!reader #Wanda Maximoff #Natasha romanoff #may answers asks #nonnie:)

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hamiltonaf · 1 year

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Fender Bender | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Hakimi Sister!Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Angst turns into fluff / Mention of an accident / Enemies to Lovers

A/N: Thank you anon for requesting. Got a bit carried away because I’m really sick. Working on other requests so bare with me, hopefully will be posting again soon. Anywho hope you guys enjoy. Ciao .xoxo

(Y/N/N) - Your Nick Name

Another day, another reason to hate Kylian. I swear the days that Achraf has training or a match, it’s actually a nightmare for me to pick him up and drop him off.

I know it sounds ridiculous that I may be over dramatic but gosh I have a lot of patience and tolerance when it comes to me having to hear Kylian pass unnecessary remarks.

I could easily tell Achraf to get himself a driver but at the same time I don’t want to accept ‘defeat’ to Kylian’s 2 cent comments.

A few times he did say things that hurt me but I didn’t let it get to me, instead I said something twice as worse. It works every time.

I can distinctly remember the day he came over to our house and just so happens that evening I was going out for a girls night. I felt confident and content after quite a while since I don’t go out much. I wore a beautiful red dress that was fitting for our night out. All the happiness in me was drained when I saw Kylian’s face as I was leaving.

“Have you seen Achraf ?” I asked him as I went to grab my car keys. “He’s upstairs” he said as he leaned back on the counter. “Okay well I’m in a hurry, please tell him that I’m gone out and I’ll be back later. Just tell him to text me” I said hurriedly. “Okay I will…but are you trying to hide that you’re going on a date ? I’m surprised someone can actually tolerate you” he said with arrogance. “First of all, it’s none of your business and second of all, that’s pretty rich coming from you” I said lastly as I was just about to head out. “You know you don’t have to be a complete ass to be funny” I lastly said with my back still facing towards him before I slammed the door and left.

It’s been about 2 weeks since that happened and we haven’t spoken since then. A bit dramatic…I know. It’s quite obvious to me that he wants to say something stupid every time he sees me but something is holding him back. His need to be stubborn.

I was on my way to pick up Achraf from training, usually I leave early so I have time to park off and watch them train, especially Kylian. Is it bad timing that I think I caught feelings for him… but we’ll just pretend for now that those feelings don’t exist.

Unfortunately I was stuck in the midst of traffic as peak-hour was nearing. It didn’t bother me because I was used to it by now, as long as I have my playlist blasting, then I’m good to go.

Traffic seemed to have subsided when the cars ahead started speeding up, until the car in front of me hit dead brakes. I slammed on the brakes saving myself from causing an accident, but it went downhill when I heard tyres screeching and was hit so hard that I had whiplash. My head hit the dashboard with a hard thud as my car had unfortunately knocked into the one in front of me.

The pain immediately hit my head and I could feel a migraine incoming. Squeezing my eyes shut in hopes that it will miraculously help with the pain, it didn’t. I sat up and rubbed at my forehead before jumping out of the car. The middle aged man came rushing over to me, “Oh my god I’m so so sorry, are you okay ?” He asked worried. “No I’m not okay ! What were you thinking ?” I yelled. “Ma’am you were the one at fault, you suddenly slammed your breaks” he argued. “Excuse me ? What speed were you doing when we’re currently in peak our traffic ?” I yelled again. A middle aged woman joined our conversation, she was the one who got him by me. Thankfully she was siding with me and in a way she helped me cool down since I got hotheaded. I mean can you even blame me if this man ruined my afternoon and now I’m the one who has to endure the pain.

Luckily nothing happened to either of them, since I was sandwiched between both cars then I had to suffer. I ended up getting lost in the time phoning my mum and insurance that it didn’t occur to me that Achraf is done with training. It wasn’t until his name flashed on my screen and I felt like slapping my forehead, but I was already in enough pain.

“Heyy (Y/N/N) ! Where are you ? Normally you’re here quite early” he said. “Hey ! Uhh yeah about that… I met in an accident so I can’t make it” I said as I shut my eyes to erase the image of how upset Achraf is gonna be.

“Say what now ? You met in an accident !” He yelled on the other side. “Don’t stress, I’m okay. I thought mum would’ve called” I held back a laugh. “She did, I have like 5 missed calls from her and like 10 messages but I was more concerned why you weren’t here. Are you sure you’re okay ? I don’t think you are” he said worried. “I’m fine, really” I tried to ease his mind from stressing. “Please send me your location and send me pictures of the accident. I’m coming to you right now with Kylian” he ordered. Damn it. “I’m telling you to chill out because it’s-“ I argued. “Shut up please, gosh why are you so stubborn. Send me your location. Bye” he said lastly as he ended the call. I shook my head as I texted him my location.

I exchanged details with both drivers and we patiently waited till someone came over to fetch us. Of course my brother comes first and he’s here within 5 minutes. “Oh my god” Achraf said in shock as he took a quick glance at the car. “Are you okay ? Look at your forehead ! It’s red and looks like it’s swelling up !” He argued. “And you said you were okay” he mocked. Kylian came up from behind him and looked at me in shock. Do I look that bad ?

“Yes” “No” both of them said at the same time. Damn did I speak out loud ? “Why are we still standing here, we need to go to the hospital !” Achraf said. “But what about the car ?” I pouted. As if on queue, someone arrived to tow my car. Both Kylian and Achraf pulled me by my arms into the car, seating me in between them. “You guys are being so dramatic gosh” I rolled my eyes. “Have you taken a look in the mirror ?” Achraf raised a brow. “Uhm no. Should I ?” I asked concerned. “No no, you rather not” Kylian said from beside me. “It can’t be that bad” I scoffed as I opened my front camera.

My smile dropped and so did my heart when I saw the redness on my forehead as well as the slight swelling. My emotions took over as the tears welled up in my eyes and I burst out crying. “Oh my god I look terrible !” I sobbed. “(Y/N/N) stop crying. You’ll be fine and the swelling will be gone by tomorrow” Achraf said as he rubbed my back. “Don’t cry please” Kylian said as he pulled me in for a hug and rubbed my arm to try to calm me down. It actually helped.

As we reached the hospital, I was taken straight to the ER. I thought I was going alone to see the doctor but no. Kylian decided to join me since Achraf was sorting out the paper work and was keeping our mum updated. After the doctor consulted me, he prescribed me some medication and gave me an ice pack for now to quickly ease the swelling. Once he left the room, it was just Kylian and I. Pure silence - comforting but not awkward.

He walked from across the room to stand in front of me, I had no choice but to make eye contact with him. “I’m sorry” he sighed. “For ?” I furrowed my brows. “For saying something so stupid the other day. It was meant to be a joke and I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings” he pouted. “It’s okay. I’m also sorry for snapping at you” I pursed my lips. “Don’t apologise, I deserved it” he half laughed. “Yeah you kinda did” I smiled. “I have to admit…these past 2 weeks have been terrible” he said as he took a seat next to me. “And why’s that ?” I asked. “Because I haven’t been talking to you… I know we play fight a lot but please don’t deny that deep down you feel something too. I missed your voice, I missed your smile, your laugh and especially seeing you angry”

“I hate to admit, but I feel the same way” I smiled. “Wait really ?” He said in shock. I nodded my head in reassurance. “That made my day…I’m sorry for the bad timing to drop this news to you. I swear I’ll make it up to you mon amour” he smiled as he then kissed my forehead. “Ky, my head is already buzzing from this accident. I can’t get butterflies too” I tried to not grin. “It’s okay, I’ll make the butterflies overpower the headache” he said as then peppered kisses all over my face.

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lesuccube · 7 months

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➚ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐊 𝐃 : ᴀᴜ-ᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ — ᴍɪɴᴇ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — he's gotten awfully close , thank god you didn't know much better . at least , that was good news to him .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — dark trojan [ read at your own risk ! ]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd, constructive criticism is welcomed . comments and reblogs are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 0.7k

you've been working with steven at the museum for quite a while now. him, still a gift shop-ist and you a new guide for the greek exhibit. at first steven was jealous how they easily gave away the position of tour guide but when he passed by your group during your first month when donna made him do inventory, he was hooked.

you were smart and passionate, fun and easygoing. plenty of the people you guided had questions to ask that you readily answered, both from adults and children. usually the former are quiet, uninterested in the old history but you had a way to charm people, steven was no exception.

so he made the effort to befriend you. approaching you more until it was you who would seek him out during lunch. on days you were able to leave early, you'd join steven doing inventory because donna got mad at him again for being late. as per usual.

"you don't have to stick around f'me love, i'm used to it." earthy browns would look at yours through curly bangs, sheepish at having held you back from going home early. "i know i don't... but i want to."

and that was when he had truly fallen in love with you. if you can even call that love. steven was obsessed, he was obsessed with your kindness, with your knowledge. he wanted that all to himself. how can he not when you readily give it when he comes by to ask for your time. you were so nice, so good, so beautiful... he hopes you like what he has planned for you.

he began following you in and out of work, uncaring he loses sleep. not that he gets that many hours in anyways. he followed you for months until he has learned your routine outside your house, after that he learned how to break into your place and get to know you even better in the comforts of your home. he steals a few things, a spoon you used that day, a shirt buried underneath your laundry, a pair of panties from your freshly folded ones... some he returns and others, well let's just say they became a permanent part of his collection of you.

he worships the things you own, treats them like fine china. most of the time that is. he uses them to his pleasure other times, unable to hold back. your smell would linger on the items he'd steal and he'd sniff it until it disappears, replaced by his own. then he'll clean them up (he bought the same laundry detergent just for this case) and return them. most of them.

nearly a year into your friendship, steven asked you out for a simple hang out at the park, saying he found a nice spot for a picnic just you and him. unaware of his true intentions, you had agreed.

at first it had gone well, you and steven chatted and chatted, eating the sandwiches you had prepared until he handed you a glass of lemonade did it start going downhill. half an hour after your brunch you started feeling sluggish, your mind hazy and muddled. you don't notice steven grinning in joy, knowing that his plans were finally coming into fruition. he had drugged your drink, enough to weaken your muscles for you to go down without a fight and then... light's out.

oh how long did he wait for this moment.

"oh love, i've wanted you for so long... ever since i passed by your first tour i've been madly in love with you d'you know that? of course you didn't silly me." he circles your weakening body, struggling to stay awake, struggling to hear him. "w-why?" was the only thing your lips were able to get out in your fight to stay conscious, alarm bells ringing in your head at steven's approaching figure.

he grins a cruel, wicked grin when you're finally unable to hold yourself up, lying limply on the blanket he had all but spread out and you looked like a masterpiece to him at that moment. like a fallen angel in your pretty white dress, hair spread out before you like a beautiful halo. like a painting, like art had come to life, you were so, so beautiful. you were gorgeous in his eyes and you always will be.

"why? well... i can't stop thinking how perfect we would be together."

#👤 — user : kira #💽 — local disk d : au ctober #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight imagine #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant imagine #steven grant x reader

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salternateunreality2 · 21 days

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I feel that after Sephiroth took dating advice from Zack and it actually worked, it's only downhill from there

100%

Read at your own risk

Sephiroth now goes to Zack for ALL dating advice, and much life advice.

Zack: Ok, you gotta bring a bow-ket of flor-ets, hehehehehe

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: chicks dig that!

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: remember protection! Don't want a bunch of kiddos running around.

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: chocolate is usually a good idea. My favorite is tootsie rolls!

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: Hold the door for her! And dress nice, get a nice clean shirt--Angeal says buttons are a must--and your bluest jeans, not ones you use for working.

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: if it rains, some old fashioned gals like it if you carry them over puddles or throw your jacket down so they don't get wet, but that's kinda outdated.

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: And man, here's the real secret: you gotta, and I mean you GOTTA, flick the bean and lick the lunch meat, if you know what I mean. You'll get her super wet!

Sephiroth: Wait, I thought we were supposed to avoid getting her wet?

Zack: only in the rain, man, only in the rain. 😉

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Later that evening...

*ding dong*

Lazard: *opens the door*

Sephiroth is standing there in a shirt that exposes his belly button and is festooned with buttons, as if it was stolen from an art student's studio after a crazed night before finals where the assignment was to use whatever was at hand and they only had buttons and a bedsheet.

He has also painted a very tasteful strand of DNA next to his belly button in the bluest blue body paint he could find. He removed the harness to accommodate the button shirt, but is still wearing his coat, pants, boots, and yes, pauldrons and gloves.

He is holding a pot full of dirt and...is that a grub? In one hand, and a bouquet of broccoli florets in the other. A plastic bag is dangling from his belt.

Sephiroth: Hello, Lazard. Would you like to accompany me on our scheduled date?

Lazard: 👁️👁️

Sephiroth: 🐱

Lazard: Certainly. Is that a bouquet?

Sephiroth: Yes, even though Zackary pronounced it incorrectly earlier, I discerned his true meaning.

Lazard: Here, let me put it in water. Feel free to set down your...items...as well.

Sephiroth: I was informed to bring things that chicks would dig, so this is a pot of grubs. I also purchased beans and lunch meat for licking and flicking activities later, and a gift of chocolate. Please hold still. *Takes a slice of lunch meat out of the packet and gently applies it to Lazard's face*

Lazard: I'm sorry, I don't understand...?

Sephiroth: Oh! I was supposed to make you wet if it wasn't raining, and since you're using the sink to fill that vase, this was the next best thing I could think of. Is...is it working? Do you feel adequately wet?

Lazard: goddess yes, but, ah, I don't need the meat, well, not THAT meat, on my face.

Sephiroth: Oh! *Licks it off, has a nice little snack*

Lazard: *trembles*

Sephiroth: Shall we go out then? I'm unsure if the beans are meant to be flicked here or abroad; I was hoping you would advise.

Lazard, leaning against the counter, voice coming out in a squeak: We can stay in!

Sephiroth: Are you certain? While full of protein and with a vegetable, this hardly seems an appropriately fancy meal for someone I am trying to woo.

Lazard, hiding his...area d'oolala...and sweating: No it's fine!

Sephiroth: I can always summon Masamune to ward off children!

Lazard: I don't think that would be necessary either way *panting*

Sephiroth: Well, if we're not going out, I would like to show you what else I learned. *Throws another wet piece of lunch meat on the floor, then his coat on top of it (oh Gaia, the button monstrosity is a tank top that shows his arms), then picks up Lazard and walks over it.* There! You wouldn't be wet if it was raining! At least your feet wouldn't!

Lazard, face to face with the hottest man in Midgar: Take your pants off.

Sephiroth: One last thing! *Grabs the nearest door, which happens to be the bedroom door* *beaming*

Lazard: Are you...holding the door for me?

Sephiroth: Yes!

Lazard: fuck me

Sephiroth: Of course!

#ff7 #sephiroth #zack fair #lazard deusericus #he is doing his best #and his best is fantastic #pet the pussy for his efforts #ok i am sorry for that one

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thyluvcupix · 11 months

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Sakuatsu fic recs!

im very picky on what i label to be a 'good fic' most of the ones are amazing but only a few will get bookmarkerd by me and here they are! My ao3 acc that has many more book marks mostly nsfw i diddnt put here

A liar's truth 49k words

okay this one is just breathtaking? if you havent read this pls do i cried sm😭

summary:

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

I'll see you in court, motherfucker 2k words

its short and funny def worth a read if you wanna giggle

Summary:

“You’re still a fraud. You’re—you’re a scammer, is what you are. I don’t know how you convinced the hospital administration that you’re my husband, or that we even have a relationship, but I have—” Fuck, what’s the word? “Lawyers,” Kiyoomi says triumphantly, “I have lawyers, and if you’re trying to con me for some ulterior motive, I’ll have you know—” “Oh my god, Omi,” Miya says, sounding equal parts exasperated and horribly fond. “How can you be so cute?”

A pleasant side effect of being down one vestigial organ is forgetting the existence of your hot Olympic athlete husband

The 28 post cards you left me 8k words

Honestly, if i ever break up with someone this is exactly what i want from them? Like omg?? pls send me post cards, Super cute

Summary:

Atsumu takes texting your ex to a new level by sending Sakusa postcards in Animal Crossing instead.

The art of the thrist trap 4k words

naughty naughty, but other than that this fic is so funny? like ask ur brother how to rizz someone up

Summary:

“Samu, I’ve got a big problem.”

“Here we fuckin’ go. What is it this time?”

Atsumu needs to think strategically about how he’s going to phrase this. One wrong word and Osamu will hang up on him and Atsumu will be forced to wade through the hell of his own mind by himself.

“I jerked off to one of my teammates.”

Osamu hangs up.

Problem 5k words

super cute sleepy omi is something else

Summary:

Atsumu has a problem— somehow, he finds every version of Sakusa Kiyoomi adorable.

In which Atsumu realizes that Sakusa Kiyoomi gets very quiet and very adorable when he's tired. Things simply go downhill from there.

Take me where the music aint to loud 2k words

Protetive sakusa>>

Summary:

Winning against the Adlers must have meant something of a great deal to Sakusa, as usually he wouldn’t even consider going out with the rest of his team after the game.

Yet, here he is, in a somewhat crowded club, wearing a black button up shirt rolled up around his wrists and sweating a little under the bright lights.

Atsumu thinks he looks beautiful.

He wanders over to where Sakusa is standing with Meian, hoping that tonight, with a little bit of influence from alcohol, he might be able to get more conversation out of him than he can usually get outside of practice.

But of course, Atsumu can’t have anything good, ever. Because, blocking the way is his ex-boyfriend.

or; atsumu runs into his ex in the club, and sakusa has to rescue him

ROAD RAGE 2k words

This is funny on so many levels poor atsumu he fears for his life

Summary:

For a man who preaches at any given opportunity about the importance of good self-care practices, Sakusa certainly displays an astounding lack of self-preservation when behind the wheel.

Sakusa Kiyoomi has a driver’s license. Sakusa Kiyoomi cannot drive.

The two are not mutually exclusive.

The ascent to love (or descent) 3k words

Im always a sucker for hurt/comfort and this fic gives me that, its also funny as well so its a win-win type thing

Summary:

Stuck in an elevator with his boyfriend after a fight, Sakusa Kiyoomi couldn't think of anything worse. Working through their issues? Maybe he could think of one thing.

Take me home 10k words

i just cannont stress how good this is, like its soul healing on so may levels gosh

Summary:

Turns out, Miya Atsumu never did a good thing in his life – his love was one-sided. And so, he was running away, hoping to meet some friendly people, take a bunch of pretty pictures and get over Kita Shinsuke.

In which Miya Atsumu is an exchange student in Italy, and Sakusa Kiyoomi is the only one knowing Japanese, forced to take care of the new student.

Hope is the thing with feathers 10k words

Two dummies taking care of some birds is honestly to good

Summary:

Kiyoomi wakes to Miya banging on his door, yelling words that put the fear of god in him.

“Omi-kun, get out here, we’re gonna be fathers.”

In the stars 1k words

In all honesty it made me think of the other side of love i never thought about

Summary:

Miya Atsumu is a romantic. He always had been. He believes in soulmates and destiny and true love in the stars. Sakusa Kiyoomi believes none of that.

My ao3↵

#haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu atsumu #fanfic #sakusa smut #atsumu smut #skts #msby #fanfic rec #ao3 fanfic #read on ao3 #fanfiction #ao3 fic #ash rec's #ash posted it

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wisteria-cherry · 5 months

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in which you discover the true nature of the marauders' relationship with severus snape, as told by remus

angst

it was no secret that the marauders most certainly had a rivalry with severus snape. snape would constantly be looking for ways to get the boys expelled, and, in turn, the marauders would play pranks on him, and occasionally even duel him. however, it wasn't until deep into your friendship with the marauders that you discovered the true nature of their relationship.

it was a late night, and the gryffindor common room was empty, save for you. you were cramming a notably last-minute essay when you heard padded footsteps descending the stairs.

“hello.” remus sat down next to you.

“couldn’t sleep?” you glance up at him.

“no. homework?”

“unfortunately.” you hum. “do you want to talk about it?”

“not particularly.” remus replied, and it was quiet for a few moments before you decided to make conversation again.

“heard you lot had a row with snape today.”

“don’t remind me.” remus replied bitterly.

“did it not go well?” you scratch out a misspelling on your parchment and rewrite it.

“no, they won. er, we won.” remus corrected himself.

“so what’s the dilemma, then?” you ask, somewhat absentmindedly, focused on the parchment that was half full, but was supposed to be two full rolls by the morning. remus dragged his hands down his face frustratedly, looking up at the ceiling.

“i don’t—“ remus cut himself off. “never mind, it’s nothing.”

“i’ve got time.” you remind him.

“i’d be distracting you.”

“no more than you are already.”

“if you insist.” you felt remus adjust his position on the couch. “i just… well, we bully severus.”

“it’s a two-way street, isn’t it?” you look up at remus, somewhat startled at his claim. “he’s always trying to get you lot in trouble.”

“most of the time he does that, we’re doing things we aren’t supposed to.” remus points out. “and i hate whenever we start things with him.”

“why is that?” you sit up from your hunched-over state, now focused on your friend.

“because he’s never doing anything.” remus looked down at his hands, tracing the scars. “he’s just walking down the hall, or reading a book.”

“oh.” your voice goes quiet, because you’re not sure how to respond. you’d never gotten involved in the bouts with snape. all your information had come secondhand, usually in the form of james and sirius dramatically recreating encounters in the common room after dinner. it was news to you to hear that severus wasn’t the one making the first move.

“and i hate fighting him, too. four on one. it’s cowardly.” remus’ face contorted in disgust. “but i have to support the guys.”

“do you?” you look over at him earnestly, and he finally met your eye.

“yeah, i do.” he answers. “they’re my mates. the only ones i’ve got. it’s not like they’re bad people. it’s just… severus. any other prank, and the person probably deserves it.” remus leaned back on the couch and let out a deep sigh.

“but snape, he isn’t always minding his business.” you point out, but you know it's a downhill battle.

“that’s true.” remus agrees reluctantly. “and i suppose i don’t mind it so much, then. but when he is, i just… merlin, i don’t know. prongs always says he’s up to something, but we all know it’s because he’s jealous of severus and lily.”

"...are you going to do anything about it?" you ask after a few moments.

"i try to, every time. i try to talk him out of it. but he rarely listens. and i won't leave him to fight by himself." remus answers. no wonder remus is a gryffindor. he was loyal to a fault, laying aside his own integrity for the sake of his mates. but it wasn't that bad, was it? like you'd said, snape started things, too.

"i see." you lean back against the couch with him. "it's complicated, isn't it?"

"it is," remus agrees. "i prefer not to think about it too hard."

"me too." you nod, and remus sits up.

"need any help on your homework? quite frankly, i'd rather do that than rethink my moral values." he offers, and you glance down at your messy setup.

"might as well." you sigh. "it needs to be done by tomorrow, and i'm hardly a fourth of the way through with it."

"alright, then." remus bends over to look at what you had, his elbows resting on his knees. "let's get to work."

#harry potter marauders #the marauders map #marauders era #marauders #marauders map #the marauders #the marauders era #james potter #james & peter & remus & sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #moony #padfoot #prongs #wormtail #platonic

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levmada · 2 months

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Pls Kane drop eruri coded songs 🙏🏻

firstly im sorry this took so long, but this was an emotional trial pls hope u understand🙏they are not the happiest ship in the world

i have a whole spotify playlist😩but here are some highlights:

obligatory midnight sun by cinema staff

and obligatory name of love by cinema staff

a classic perhaps? duvet by boa from levi's perspective. like it can't get MORE eruri unless their names were in the song.

on the pain agony torment scale 10/10

francis forever by mitski from levi's pov. i hope it speaks for itself bc i can't explain without feeling gut-wrenching grief. jesus

on the pain agony torment scale 10/10

halo by starset from levi's pov again. just... devotion :') w levi his emotions run so deep but it reflects in the song really well. also the implication that erwin is like levi's angel instead of the devil he's known as.

on the pain agony torment scale 1/10

from erwin's pov. heat lightning by mitski. coming up on shiganshina yk.... i feel like erwin could already sense SOME conclusion was coming, although he didn't know what levi would do bc he's the one thing he could never predict (i am once again comparing them to eremika). whatever it would be tho, erwin trusted him.

on the pain agony torment scale 3/10

UGH. wait for me by rise against from levi's pov after RtS. i need to find more happy songs...

on the pain agony torment scale 7/10

knife prty by deftones. the SOUND of the song really helps get it across, but this is from levi's pov with ... actually letting someone in for the first time. very rough but very passionate too

on the pain agony torment scale 0/10

in this shirt by the irrepressibles

levi's grief as usual.

on the pain agony torment scale 6/10

the no seatbelt song by brand new

IM LOSING IT IM LOSING IT IM IN TEARS I HATE IT HERE

oh my god it hurts

erwin's feelings about levi from erwin's pov. accounts for his life on the BRINK in shiganshina though, too. possibly mid-rooftop.

on the pain agony torment scale 10/10

say yes to heaven by lana del ray

eruri, the good ending. sort of both povs. they run away to a cabin and abandon everything, or just, you know, modern au.

on the pain agony torment scale 1/10

love like you by rebecca sugar/from steven universe from erwin's pov

it doesn't get any more blatant than this. all of erwin's longing in a song.

on the pain agony torment scale 1/10

tears don't fall by bullet from my valentine

UGHHHH OMG!!!!! ERWIN'S POV ALL DAYYYYYY his last moments. but like. it's not a sad song if i think of it like erwin simping for levi for 6 minutes.

on the pain agony torment scale 2/10

i just threw out the love of my dreams by weezer from levi's pov

the song's catchiness takes away from the pain agony torment.

on the pain agony torment scale 5/10

cirice by ghost from levi's pov. no sadness, just love

on the pain agony torment scale 0/10

black friday by tom odell

mid-uprising and all when erwin seems to be losing himself... partly from both pov's. just everything going downhill. agony. pain. and torment of course.

on the pain agony torment scale 8/10

#eruri #aot eruri #erwin x levi #snk eruri #eruri feels #levi x erwin #levi ackerman x erwin smith #eruri attack on titan #aot ships #aot ship #snk erwin #aot levi #eruri.thoughts

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Can you do more Max stuff with a gn reader please?

I will gladly do so. I have a few Max requests and will get back to writing as soon as possible. Have this small piece of mind until then. Hope you enjoy it <3

Meteor

pairing : max mayfield x reader

warnings : just fluff <3

summary : max and y/n watch the night sky together after an exhausting day.

first person pov

This day definitely didn’t go as planned. Today was supposed to be awesome. And not just a little awesome. But like the event of the year type of awesome. To be precise, Max and I planned on watching a meteor shower tonight. Dustin told us about it like a month ago and we have anticipated that day since then. I’ve never seen anything like that before, so obviously I am super excited. And to watch it with my girlfriend is the cherry on top.

So, as naive as I am, I thought nothing could ruin today. But then, just my luck, everything that could have gone wrong, just went straight downhill. The day began with sour milk. Which I, by the way, ate a whole bowl of cereal in, just to notice that’s its sour on my last spoon. It continued in school with getting a D in biology, my lunch spilling on my pants, my bike breaking on the way home (which made me walk 40 minutes!!) and me stumbling over an empty can just 20 meters in front of my front door. And now I feel like I’ve ran a marathon and all my limbs just scream “SLEEP”.

The second I enter my room I dial up Max, telling her about my awful day.

“I don’t feel like going out anymore.”, I say exhausted, plopping onto my bed like all my life energy got sucked out.

“Oh come on y/n. We waited so long for this! I understand that you’re exhausted but you’re gonna regret it if we don’t go.”, Max replies in a disappointed tone.

“It’s not just me being exhausted. I’m just super unlucky today. It’s- Wait. Oh god.”, I breathe out. It’s what I think it is. Isn’t it? Oh god I think it is. I run over to the calendar, noticing that I didn’t check today’s date.

“What is it y/n? Hello?”, Max asks from the other end of the line.

“It’s Friday the 13th. My unluckiest day of all.”, I whisper quietly into the phone, trying to underline the seriousness of this.

“Well, duh Dummy. Dustin said the meteor shower takes place on the 13th July. That’s nothing new.”, Max states unaffected.

“Yeah but it is also Friday. Which makes it- you know what, whatever. I didn’t connect the pieces. But this is bad. That’s why I’m so unlucky.”, I just reply dramatically, falling back onto my bed.

“Okay baby, you know I don’t like to do this, but I know just how superstitious you can be. I mean you still carry that little piece of garlic around wherever you go-“, Max starts arguing.

“Okay but why where there vampire hunters around back in the days? There are literal kits of vampire hunting stuff, that is proof! No one knows whether-“, I argue back.

“Yeah and back in the day, women who were smart and had red hair got burned at stake.”, Max interrupts me.

I stay quiet after that, knowing that I can’t argue against that. And whatever I say would come off just wrong.

“Whatever. The point is, you come with me tonight or else I won’t grant you a single kiss until this month is over.”, Max demands, sounding surprisingly serious.

“Wow that is awful. You know, if I come with you, considering my luck; we won’t see a single meteor tonight.”, I answer confidently, testing if Max is serious.

“I’ll risk it. See you at the hill at 9, bye bye.”, is the last thing she says before she hangs up.

This girl.

After napping for what felt like an entire year, I pack my things and my skateboard, leaving the house at 7pm. It usually takes me around 30 minutes to get to the hill with my board, but I got to be extra careful today. That’s at least what I thought. Somehow I still manage to fall five times, getting to the hill at around 8:30pm.

I spread out a blanket and lay on it, watching the sky above me. It is quite peaceful to lay here, especially after that stupid day. Even after that great nap, I still feel tired though. I must have drifted away, since I didn’t notice Max laying next to me.

“Hey love, glad you came.”, Max says to me smiling, putting her hand on my cheek as she turns my face towards hers.

“I had no other choice really, had I?”, I answer back, obviously teasing her a little.

“Hm, not really I suppose.”, she replied sweetly, pressing a little kiss on top of my nose.

Max gets up from besides me and starts searching for something inside her backpack. It takes her a while to find what she is looking for, so I close my eyes again and listen to the wind blowing through the grass. There is nothing like spending time with Max. I could lay in the middle of a dump with her and it would still be the best thing ever. She always manages to make me feel comfortable wherever we go. It almost feels like home is.. wherever she is.

“Open your eyes, I have something for you.”, Max whispered softly.

I open my eyes to see her sit in front of me, smiling from ear to ear. As I lift my body up, I see her holding a bracelet in her right hand. And it looks beautiful.

“Wow Max, is this for me?”, I ask as she hands it over to me.

“I made it myself. It protects you from any bad luck. Especially on Friday the 13th’s. It’s not the best but.. it has all your favorite colors in it.”, Max replies happily.

“What are you saying? It’s beautiful Max!”, I say as I put it over my hand.

The pearls reflect the moonlight, creating a beautiful sparkle. It fits perfectly, somehow it has just the right size. Like Max measured the scope of my arm. As I keep viewing it, I see one pearl has the letter “M” on it.

“What stands the M for?”, I ask, knowing the answer already.

“For Max. Obviously. So you never forget who made it for you.”, she replies proudly, taking my hand into hers.

In that very moment all my worries wash away and my day suddenly seems not so bad. Max once again manages to make everything ten times better. I kiss the back of her hand and giggle, surprised that Max supports my irrational fears.

“I love you Max. Thank you so much, I’ll never take it off.”, I smile.

“I love you too y/n. And your little.. habits. Even the garlic thingy is… kind of cute. I guess.”

We just lay there after that, admiring the night sky. When Max sees her first meteor, she excitedly points at the place where she saw it, hoping that I could see it too. I think deep down she knows that there is no way I could have seen it, but her excitement is just too cute.

“Do you see that? How beautiful! My first meteor.”, she exclaims excitedly, shaking my arm.

“Yes, I saw it. How exciting.”, I smile softly, just happy to see Max as happy as she is.

She latches onto my arm and watches the stars excitedly. Her eyes sparkle even brighter than my bracelet, her cheeks must hurt from smiling as much as she does. It’s the most beautiful view. Not even the meteor shower can compete.

“I’m so lucky to see this. With you. Together. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here right now.”, Max says quietly, cuddling into my side. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Forever.”, I reply softly.

“Yes Dummy. Forever.”

#stranger things reader insert #stranger things x reader #max mayfield imagine #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x you #maxine mayfield

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fandomsandflyingstingrays · 9 months

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Stepping Stones: Chapter 12

Eda folds her arms, shaking her head at the woman in the mirror. “Oh, girl,” she sighs. “What have you become?”

She looks great, of course. She always does. The issue is the vibe. Usually, Eda has one of two philosophies for getting ready: let her natural beauty do all the work, or dress to impress. This time, for the first time in her life, she has done neither. For the first time in her life, she has dressed to look professional.

“They’ve already changed me,” she sighs.

“Who’s already changed you?” Raine opens the door to their bedroom, slipping inside— and then widens their eyes when they catch sight of her. “Wow. You look great.”

“I know,” she preens, and they roll their eyes good-naturedly.

“So what don’t you like about it?”

“Come on, Rainestorm. Have you ever seen me look this put-together? It’s not my brand. This business of having students, plural. It’s a menace.”

Raine smiles, coming to stand behind her and wrapping their arms around her. “I think it’s a good look.”

Eda sighs, even as she relaxes into their embrace. “I had to ask Lilith for advice on what to wear.”

Finally, Raine looks appropriately unnerved. “She picked that out for you? I didn’t think she had it in her.”

“Clearly you knew better than me. I figured all that time as a prissy coven head taught her something about professional dress. Turns out she called Darius for advice every time she went out.”

“Ah, so Headmaster Clawthorne’s look only came about through Darius’s intervention.”

“The sacrifices we make for power.”

Raine laughs, planting a kiss on her cheek and stepping back. “Well, I like it.”

“Then I suppose I can come to accept it,” Eda says with a world-weary sigh. “Yours is the only opinion that matters anyway.”

“It’s just missing one thing.”

Finally, Eda tears her gaze from the mirror, making peace with it. “And that is?”

She turns to find Raine holding out their earring.

The one they’ve worn since their first day at Hexside.

Eda’s humor falls away, and she meets their eyes. “Why?”

“Well,” they say, rubbing the back of their neck with their free hand, “I know we agreed a long time ago that we didn’t want rings.”

Eda isn’t surprised they remember. She let it slip when they were dating the first time, after Hexside but before their relationship had started going downhill, that she hated the idea that a relationship had to be witnessed by the proper authorities and bound by magic and paperwork in order to be considered real. She still remembers the relief she felt when Raine agreed— though she knows their motivation stemmed more from the fact that being stared at by a bunch of people for hours was not their idea of a romantic day.

“But,” Raine continues, “I know how nervous you’ve been for today. I wanted you to have something that will always tell you I’m with you, no matter what. Curse or no, magic or no, whether you have one student or one hundred— we’re in this together.”

Eda turns her face skyward, blinking fast, but the snort she makes trying to swallow back her tears belies any effort she could make to hide them. Raine has the audacity to laugh at the noise, and she shakes her head, wiping her eyes and beaming at them.

“Thanks, Rainestorm,” she says hoarsely, and they kiss her hand as she wraps it around the earring.

She takes a deep breath, drawing back some of her composure, and places the earring beside the mirror. “It’s only fair that I offer you some kind of token, too,” she says. She reaches for the gold stones she’s worn in her ears since graduation. Then, with a face as serious as death, she moves her hand past them, uses it to unscrew her prosthetic, and offers it to Raine.

They look from it to her, their face perfectly straight. “Eda,” they say flatly, “I’m not going to take your hand in marriage. We just talked about this.”

Eda throws back her head and laughs, replacing the hand, and then she really does take off her earrings. Both of them put their new earrings into their ears, and as Eda brushes her fingers along the metal, she realizes that Raine was right. This was what the outfit was missing; she’s no longer afraid of it.

And judging by the grin on Raine’s face, they know it. “Ready to go, Headmaster?”

“Ready when you are, Councilor,” she says, and slides her arm through theirs.

…

You’d never know it from the rate at which Belos consumed them, but palistrom trees grow at an almost terrifying speed. The seed Eda planted ten months ago has grown into a towering tree, with golden light seeping from windows that were painstakingly shaped in the wood so as to allow students to roam the inside of it without killing it. It’s grand, and magical, and everything Eda has always thought a school of magic should be. She passes the sign in front of it, running the tip of her hook along the logo Luz designed and the words University of Wild Magic below it. Part of her still can’t believe it’s actually real.

It brings her some relief to see that the people of the Isles seem as spellbound by it as she is. Her first incoming class and their parents, siblings, and friends are all milling around with wide eyes and grins. She only has eyes for five people, however, all standing at the foot of the tree.

“Eda!” Luz runs at her full-speed, sending her stumbling away from Raine and almost crashing to the ground with the force of her embrace. King is there a second later, clambering up her to wrap his arms around her neck.

“Look at this place!” Luz cries. “It’s incredible!”

“It really is,” Eda’s dad agrees softly. He extends a hand to steady her. “Well done, witchlet.”

Eda squeezes her hand. “Well, it wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

“Oh, we’re just so proud,” her mom coos, wrapping her arms around her. Eda pats her back, her eyes finding Lilith over her shoulder, and lets go of her to embrace her sister.

“Aren’t you proud of me, Lily? I’m finally taking school seriously.”

“Truly, it gladdens my heart.” Lilith pulls back and places her hands on Eda’s shoulders, looking her over. “Darius helped you pick out a wonderful outfit, you look like a true leader. And—“ she pauses. “Is that Raine’s earring?”

Eda smiles. “Yeah. They gave it to me before we left. They knew I was nervous about today, and they wanted me to have something to remind me they love me, even if they weren’t physically with me.”

To Eda’s shock, Lilith’s eyes well with tears. “Lily?” she asks, unnerved. Lilith has never been much of a romantic.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Lilith hastily wipes her eyes. “It’s just— it’s really good to see the two of you together again. It was my fault that you broke up, I know it was— and they were the love of your life— and I was so worried it would never work out…”

Eda raises her hands, cupping Lilith’s face. “Lily.” She waits until her sister meets her eyes. “For someone who takes so much delight in foisting her knowledge on other people, you can be very stupid.”

Lilith lets out a short gasp of laughter.

“Raine and I broke up because of me,” Eda says clearly. “If the curse was the problem, we wouldn’t be together now. The problem was that I could never accept it. I tried to push away an enormous part of who I was— and in doing so, I gave them a relationship with someone who didn’t exist. I’ve made my peace with the curse, and because I care about all of myself, I can let them care about me. You need to make your peace with it, too.”

“I ruined your life—"

“You did not ruin my life.” Eda spreads her arms, trying to encompass herself, and the people behind her, and the school behind them. “I have a partner and two kids I love and who love me, parents and a sister I’m on good terms with, a government that doesn’t dictate what kind of magic I learn or teach, and a school I’m opening that looks to be very successful. Plus, I can grow wings on command. I’m really fine.” She reaches out again, taking Lilith’s hands and squeezing them. “The only person whose life you’re ruining because of this regret is your own.”

“Eda, I’m never going to stop regretting it—"

“I’m not asking you too. But regret and forgiveness aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“Eda!” She turns to find Darius waving to her. “Time to get ready.”

“Just think about it.” She squeezes Lilith’s hands and turns, following Darius inside the tree and closing the door behind them.

They wind their way through the halls and outside again to one of the platforms nestled in the tree’s branches, where Alador is waiting with a microphone he hands to her. Of course, he’s already thinking about the next thing, not sparing so much as a word for her before he shuffles inside. Eda smiles anyway.

She tightens her hands on the microphone and steps forward, glancing at Darius. He gives her a little nod.

“Hello, everyone,” she says, and her voice echoes down through the forest, effectively silencing the waiting crowd.

“Welcome to the University of Wild Magic. We’ll be open for classes next month. You’re all here because you’ve seen a broadcast on a crystal ball or a post on penstagram or picked up one of our brochures and decided the stuff we teach here was worth checking out. Thank you for that.”

She watches the crowd carefully as she speaks. Most of their faces are intent. Her friends and family are beaming openly. Except— where is Lilith? She was standing with their parents only ten minutes ago, but now she’s nowhere to be found.

Eda tries to shake it off, telling herself she must be elsewhere in the crowd. “I’m not much for speeches,” she continues, “so as an introduction, I thought I’d give you all the floor. What questions can I answer for you tonight?”

There’s a long pause— and then a hand in the middle of the crowd raises.

“Yes?”

“How are you going to teach us if you don’t have any powers?”

She told herself it was coming. It doesn’t make it hurt any less. She takes a deep breath, trying to remember the answer she prepared, refusing to let her voice shake—

“I wouldn’t call her powerless,” a voice says from behind her. Eda turns around to see Lilith flying down to the platform— flying down to the platform— because Lilith is a harpy—

“You did it,” Eda gasps, and her sister grins.

“I had a good teacher.”

They both turn back to the crowd, and Eda can see them piecing things together. Enough of them saw Eda go into harpy mode, enough of them know Lilith shares her curse, to understand what Lilith has managed to do.

“I’m afraid the harpy powers are a Clawthorne sister exclusive,” Eda says, and a laugh rolls through the crowd like a wave that breaks the tension. “But I can assure you that I have experience with many forms of magic. How much of that can I teach you?” She closes her eyes, has a few words with the Owl Beast. When she opens them, she stands just a little taller over the crowd, spreading her wings as wide as they’ll go. “As much as you’re willing to learn from a powerless witch.”

Raine gives a piercing whistle and Luz starts a fit of clapping that quickly spreads into a full round of applause. When the noise dies down, Eda continues, “but speaking of the curriculum, does anyone have any more specific questions on what it will entail?”

They do, of course, and the queries are phrased much more respectfully. People want to know about coven magic and how it will be taught, the ratio of knowledge to practical skill teaching, what new topics she’s going to cover. And to her surprise, she delights in thinking about it, in giving them the answers she prepared and thinking over the ones that she didn’t. It’s Darius who finally puts an end to it, sweeping up beside her and leaning into the microphone.

“Unfortunately, if we want to give you all ample time to tour the school, that’s all the time we’ve got,” he says. “Any further inquiries can be directed to the school Penstagram account, or you can ask Headmaster Clawthorne during the tour.”

Another round of applause follows this, and Eda lets out a long breath, suddenly tired. The crowd begins moving towards the doors, and she, Lilith, and Darius walk back inside.

“I am amazed that you went on for as long as you did,” Darius sighs as they walk.

“I’m not,” Lilith replies idly.

Eda glances at her. “You’re not?”

“I don’t think I can ever recall a full class at Hexside that she sat through without blowing something up,” Darius adds.

“Because she wanted to show off her magic. Eda, I'm sure you used your powers at... inopportune moments because you wanted people to notice them. To be as fascinated by that kind of magic as you were. Of course you’re going to be good at teaching it.”

That makes Eda pause, stopping in the middle of the hallway. It sounds so simple when she puts it like that.

For someone who takes so much delight in foisting her knowledge on other people, you can be very stupid, she hears herself telling Lilith, and she has to laugh. For all the knowledge they’re giving the next generation, they still have plenty to learn about themselves. Between each other and their curses, their allies and their enemies, they’ve had quite the array of teachers.

Eda supposes she’s about to welcome a new one.

“There’s only one way to find out,” she sighs, and pushes open the doors.

#the owl house #toh #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #raeda #lilith clawthorne #dell clawthorne #gwen clawthorne #king clawthorne #luz noceda #darius deamonne #alador blight #stepping stones #ray rambles #ray writes

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h-doodles · 11 months

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oh, so many ideas so little energy and time,,, so ummmmm authors feel free to take a spin if you find something u like <3!!!!

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1.) inspired by Loving you is beautiful (darkfic) by @rippersz — wherein reader learns to enjoy Larissa's red flags rather than slowly wilt from the distinct skewed version of love :)

Excerpt:

You've been hurt by the world.

Pain is the only thing you remember, ever since you were young. Always remembered a yearning hunger deep inside your heart. Wishing to be loved, to be saved by someone.

But humans were monsters— it wasn't until you've found yourself on the gates of the so called Monsters' precious academy that you've found what seemed to be the shelter from the storm that is your life; found the answer to your prayers.

Found her.

Your savior, your goddess, your beloved.

You won't lie, trusting such a vision was a bit hard to bear, because to be so lucky was not in your nature. But oh, Larissa is so tender, is so sweet, is so caring, and is ever so patient— to stay by your side, equal parts loving and protecting you from harm. You feel a little silly now, asking all those questions then, about her kind; of how outcasts like her lived.

Isn't it such an irony, that it took you finding 'monsters', to find humanity?

Well. Well.

--and thats all ive got for it rn lol--

2.) ICE SKATER AU or wherein reader was a former ice skater but has since been retired, and is a part of their past they'd just occasionally brush off for stress relief. Can either be a new teacher for Nevermore or the new barista in town, who gets pestered to sign up by their former partner & still best friend (also a new hiree crushing majorly on one Coach Vlad :]) to a local skating contest. They didn't initially plan to, but after overhearing that a certain principal was interested in seeing the performances, well... local disaster gay brushes off the dust off their skates ;3

"You. Me. The lake, with your skates. NOW."

"Woah woah woah Y/N, hold on a moment. I thought we were going to the booth to cancel—" Elijah says, but I whap him with a rolled up newspaper.

"Well, that was BEFORE I learned SHE was looking forward to watching the event." I start. "And since we both know I am a small, disaster gay with 0 rizz and speaking skills, THIS is my chance to get her attention! It's brilliant! It's foolproof! She'll never see it coming!"

"Who'll never see it coming?" Coach Vlad pops up half dressed behind Eli, and I blink.

"Hold up, are you guys—"

"Yes." "N-Um." The two men look towards each other, before looking back at me. Eli mouths a yes.

"I cannot believe YOUR fucking luck!"

Bestie in Christ I WISH I had the luck, skills, AND charisma of THIS manwhore of a bestie-slash-longtime-skating-partner I have. Maybe then I COULD grab a whole fucking date with one Principal Larissa Weems. Is it too much to ask???

3.) academy time! Morticia/Larissa/Reader or where before everything went downhill, three girls had a secret worth keeping. bc i need the "and they were roommates + they're galpals <3" soooo bad

4.) 5 times they kissed + the 1 time they didnt FLUFF & then major angst >:) bc i love me a relationship establishment fic and then the worst pain imaginable to man aka Wifey death /// or if more fluff, just 5 dates and 1 wedding (BUT OFC THEY HAVE MORE DATES) :)

5.) Sleepy reader being a clingy mess and touch starved Larissa sooooo torn between having to get ready for the day vs staying in bed for 5 more minutes just to savor r's presence :')

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...and then the NSF ones

6.) Reader is being more of a brat than usual so Larissa punishes them the next day by making them wear a remote controlled toy for the WHOLE day & getting teased at the most inopportune times but they are not allowed to cum >:)))

7.) OH GOD TRADE OFF where usual brat reader has been a V good girl™ for some time and in turn Larissa allows them one (1) wish...... and R picks revenge by having mommy wear the accursed toy and being teased 👉🏻👈🏻

8.) R making Larissa jealous soooo bad they need to be taught a lesson, marked & properly bred to appease the green eyed demon in Larissa's mind :) :) :) (and it works out bc R has been. entertaining v v filthy breeding kink thoughts oop)

9.) R has quite the closet of costumes and they find a cat maid cosplay 👉🏻👈🏻 practicing their meows and nyas and being all cute not knowing Mommy's been watching from the door the moment they started meowing

10.) oblivious reader unknowingly teasing Larissa all day and the woman is abt to FUCKING burst in horny except oh no???? reader was not oblivious and this has been part 7 of the 10 step plan to get Larissa as her gf >:))))))

#i am nothing is but a small and gay mess and i blame tall mommy for it #having so much clown thoughts abt a larissa weems x reader fic idea and im wondering if i can even commit to writing anything #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #fic ideas #insp

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 1 year

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Is It Really That Bad?

The Disney Renaissance inspired a slew of imitators, as we all know, but perhaps the most famous (or infamous, perhaps) of them all was WB’s Quest for Camelot. Usually I’d do a little more buildup before just dropping the film’s name like that, but I think we need to get it out of the way as quickly as possible so I can tell you the wild story of this film’s creation and box office failure, because boy is there a lot to unpack here.

Things seemed good at the start. Bill and Susan Kroyer, the husband-and-wife duo who brought the world FernGully: The Last Rainforest, were on board to direct the film, and it was going to be a faithful adaptation of Vera Chapman’s novel The King’s Damsel. With a PG-13 rating, a dark story, and a slew of talented animators including none other than Lauren Faust, this film was on track to become one of the most unique animated films in the animation Renaissance, a movie that could very well have stepped boldly out of Disney’s shadow and made WB a true contender! But I’m reviewing it here, so you know that didn’t happen.

What did happen was the Kroyers got the boot and were replaced by Frederick Du Chau, and this is where it all started to go downhill. Apparently he didn’t like good ideas, because he decided to trash the original idea for the film and retool the whole thing into a shameless Disney copycat, even going so far as to shoehorn in a bunch of musical numbers at the last minute and keeping a lot of the animators in the dark about what exactly they were animating (something Faust in particular has been pissed about). Animator David Germain has also said the film’s producer, Dalisa Cooper Cohen, hated animation to begin with and was only here because a film she co-produced bombed thanks to WB’s bad advertising, so right from the word go we have more red flags than you can shake a stick at.

But of course, they ignored those red flags, and they put all their chips on this being the way forward for WB animation, going so far as to burying future cult classic Cats Don’t Dance so it wouldn’t outshine this movie. They even got a tie-in meal with Wendy’s which had toys and also a special promotional ticket to get adults in at kid prices! What could go wrong with this? Let me tell you what could go wrong: Barely grossing back half the forty million dollar budget. It’s kind of a bad idea to cut your box office gains in half with a cheap ticket you can get while buying your kid dinner, y’know?

To call the results of this film’s failure devastating are a gross understatement. WB snuffed out every animated film they had in development and refused to advertise their upcoming three animated films, after this failed, ending any chance they had at ever being considered a real contender for Disney in terms of animation dominance; in fact, even after moving the release date from Christmas of 1997 to May 1998 to avoid competing with big releases, the movie still ended up competing with Mulan and losing handily, truly sealing the deal. But this movie didn’t just obliterate WB’s hopes for some of that Disney cash, oh no! This film ended up being seen as a sign the Renaissance age of animation was over due to being the ultimate shameless Disney copycat, it ended up being regarded as one of the reasons the animated musical died out for a time (though Dreamworks changing the game with Shrek is probably the bigger reason), and more than anything this film’s abysmal failure is cited by some as a reason for the death of traditional animation from western studios!

It really doesn’t help the film’s case that no one who worked on this has very many nice things to say about it. Everyone who was part of the animation team who has been asked about their experience has overwhelmingly negative things to say about it. It really seems like the entire world has it out for this film, huh? Eventually Cats Don’t Dance got its vindication as well as a massive furry fandom; meanwhile, all this movie got was a Nostalgia Critic review where Doug tore this movie apart. But is the hate warranted? Before this review, I hadn’t seen this movie in about two decades, but I remember liking it. Sure, reading all this made me very apprehensive, but I had to give it a fair shake. So is this movie a hidden gem of the time that was unfairly maligned, or is it really that bad after all?

THE GOOD

I think it’s pretty indisputable that, all things considered, the soundtrack is pretty good. There’s a reason “The Prayer” is the big breakaway pop hit of the film, to the point many people forget this is where it came from. The soundtrack is so good that even the stupid song introducing the pointless comic relief characters is pretty great out of context, and the worst track is hilarious, so bad it’s good nonsense. This is all despite the songs being a late addition, to the point that in the movie the songs either play over unfitting scenes or screech the plot to a halt only to be completely ignored once they’re finished.

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There’s a lot of flaws with the animation (which I’ll get into below), but there are things worthy of praise, such as the designs of Ruber’s half-human, half-weapon henchmen he creates with a magical potion. The standout among them, of course, is Bladebeak the axe chicken voiced by Jaleel White. You read that right. Sonic the Hedgehog voiced an axe chicken. It’s so delightfully stupid that despite Bladebeak doing nothing to meaningfully impact the plot and despite him spouting a horrifically egregious Sudden Impact reference mangled by a groan-worthy pun, I can’t help but love him. At least he’s a better pointless chicken than fucking Hei Hei.

One of the most bafflingly positive aspects of the film is that it has perhaps one of the best, most nuanced animated portrayals of a disabled character of its time. Blind swordsman Garret is portrayed as not completely helpless even with the disadvantages of his blindness, he’s learned workarounds to his condition, he’s incredibly independent and perfectly able to survive on his own, and the film never gets too sappy about it and gives him a bit of insecurity and self-doubt due to his condition. And despite the film ending with a magical healing wave, he’s not cured of his condition! He gets to keep his disability, and at the same time get knighted and score a girlfriend! How the fuck did this movie of all things manage to accidentally do representation right? Garret walked so Toph Beifong could run.

And I’ve saved the very best for last: Ruber. On paper, Ruber is about as generic a bad guy as you can get, being a power-hungry conqueror with the looks to match (one wonders what King Arthur was even thinking hiring this hulking man with clammy skin and disgustingly untrimmed fingernails), but in the hands of Gary Oldman he is elevated into the single funniest character in the entire film. Oldman’s hammy delivery of the most basic lines manages to do things like make his villain “song” (it’s in quotations because it’s basically just Ruber talking and occasionally rhyming over a beat) into a so bad it’s good masterpiece and dropping lines like “The ogre’s butt!” with far more dignity than they deserve. Throw in an intimidating griffon sidekick with an unfittingly squeaky voice and some of the most ridiculous expression imaginable courtesy of the animators, and you have a villain who was born to be a meme. His reign as king of Camelot may have been short, but Ruber will always be reigning champ of campy, ridiculous animated villains.

THE BAD

One of my biggest fears rewatching this was that Devon and Cornwall, the dragon with two heads who can’t stand each other, were going to be the most horrible, unbearable characters of all time. Thankfully, they weren’t, mainly because being portrayed by Eric Idle and Don Rickles respectively keeps the two from being completely insufferable. That being said, they absolutely do still suck and are the worst characters in the entire film.

They are very clearly meant to be the Genie of this film, the comic relief side character portrayed by a popular comedian who unrelentingly does gags and makes pop culture references, but here it just has zero rhyme or reason to it. Genie could see through time and space with his phenomenal cosmic powers, so of course he knows who Jack Nicholson is; how does this mismatched dragon duo have a clue who Elvis is when they can’t even fly or breathe fire when we first meet them? The musical number their introduced with, which is a nonstop stream of references while the two sing how much they hate each other, is especially egregious, dragging on and on despite the joke wearing out its welcome really quickly. But hey, it’s not so bad! They dress up as Sonny and Cher towards the end! What a cute little joke, I’m sure glad nothing happened in real life right before this movie came out that would make this gag tasteless and insensitive!

Our heroine Kayley is also divisive, enough to give the dragon doofuses a run for their money. Even the animators had no fucking clue what to make of this woman. Is she supposed to be whiny and vapid? Is she a genuinely likable hero who is just overshadowed by the much cooler Garret? Maybe if they could have just stuck one idea and run with it, but the production of this movie was such a disaster to begin with it’s understandble why Kayley is such a hot mess. For the record, I don’t think she’s all that bad, but she really isn’t a standout or anything. Garret and Ruber are just ridiculously cool, Devon and Cornwall are just insanely bad, Bladebeak is the greatest thing ever created, and Kayley is just… there.

The animation itself is… dodgy. Sure, the designs of everything look great… when they aren’t moving, anyway. Background extras have weird expressions frozen on their faces, characters in long shots clip through each other, and some characters just move in the weirdest and choppiest ways. That’s not even getting into the ogre, who is animated with jarring CGI that has aged just as well as you can imagine.

The biggest issue with this movie, though, is that even though it has literally everything that makes a great Disney Renaissance film present and accounted for—a headstrong female protagonist, a charming male lead, an epic soundtrack, a comic relief character, an animal sidekick, an extremely flamboyant villain—it literally has no idea how to utilize any of these things and bring them together in a coherent story. I think this is most apparent with the musical numbers, which basically just come and go with little fanfare or explanation due to how late they were added to the film, but going even further than that the film just makes no attempt to logically build off anything. Things just happen because they’re supposed to happen in this story. Oh, Ruber has a magic potion? He just got it from witches, whatever, he needs a way to make sword demons. Oh, Devon and Cornwall need an excuse to travel with the heroes? Well, uh, dragon code says they can’t help humans but they did anyway so now they’re basically in exile! Doug Walker, throughout his review, repeatedly demanded, “Explain, movie! Explain!” due to how little internal logic or reason this film has, and it’s hard not to say the same. Obviously suspension of disbelief works for things like Excalibur vaporizing Ruber or the magical forest or the existence of dragons, but we are told so much and shown so little in other areas that it becomes quite glaring.

IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?

Quest for Camelot is genuinely pretty bad, but honestly? That’s part of what makes it so charming in a weird way.

Like, this is one of the most blatant attempts at copying the Disney style out there; Anastasia was more subtle than this. And even then, it copies everything in the most nonsensical, haphazard ways possible! It has all the elements of what made the Disney Renaissance worked, but no idea how to apply them in ways to make anything resembling a coherent story, and the result is nothing short of fascinating.

“So bad it’s good” and campy animation are very underrepresented when it comes to discussions of film, though I think there’s a sense that animation that has been half-assed is more egregious than a live action film doing the same. Shark Tale is probably the premier example because of how absolutely batshit the film is, and I think Quest for Camelot easily measures up to it, though where Shark Tale is on the hilariously bad side of things, Quest for Camelot is more on the campy side of things, even if it’s mainly for Ruber’s presence alone. But even compared to Shark Tale I’d say this movie is just a smidge better, mainly because it’s less confused with what it wants to be and has a better understanding of the story structure it’s aping. It’s a mess, but it’s a mostly entertaining mess, even if it’s for the wrong reasons a lot of the time.

I’ll be honest, watching through this movie again as an adult wasn’t exactly the best, as I could see this for what it is: A desperate attempt to capture that Disney magic. At the same time, though, I don’t really think this film is nearly as bad as it’s made out to be. I think there’s a sort of charm to it, even with all of its glaring issues and how much it sucks. Ruber alone is worth watching this film for, honestly, so I’m gonna be nice for a change and say that 6.2 on IMDB is mostly fair, though I definitely think it’s only that high due to nostalgia. Realistically, I’d say this film is a 5.5, but I wouldn’t fault anyone for finding this film charming. As far as batshit insane animated movies of the 90s go this one isn’t as weird and creative as We’re Back! A Dinosaur’s Story or Freddie as F.R.0.7., but I think it still manages to be just stupid and silly enough to earn its place in the world.

#Is it really that bad #IIRTB #review #movie review #Quest for Camelot #WB #animation #animated movie

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Story summary: Damian Al Ghul loved his mother to no end. but when she threatens to harmm the one person he loves more, he had no other choice but to go to his father for help.

Chapter summary: Leona struggle to understand why Jace, her bestfriend since first grade is suddenly avoiding her after their first night together.

TW: metion of abuse, bruises and crying

----- Part 6

Leona's POV:

Leona and jace became quick friends when she came back from suspension. everywhere she went jace was right behind her. After school instead of parting ways they went over to the manor and played until Jace foster dad, John came and picked him up. They were inseparable. Even as they grew older they're bond never faltered. everything was going so well until they did something irreversible that changed everything about their relationship.

They had sex.

It was a spur of the moment thing. no one planned it, it just happened. did she regret it. no. would she do it again knowing what she knew now also no. Nothing was worth losing jace over, not even that amazing night on top of the roof of the manor where they took each other's virginity. the roof was a freqent hangout spot for jace and Leona. it was decorated in faily lights pillows and blankets. dick was the one who decorated the roof when he first came to the manor but since he left for blüdhaven it has been deserted.

one moment they were watching the sky. the top of the manor was one of the few spot in gotham you can actually see the night sky instead of gothams usual smog. And the next they were kissing and taking off each others clothes. That night was perfect for Leona. jace was gentle and kind, he made her feel like a queen.

the next day was awkward for the both of them but lovely nonetheless. Jace even made her breakfast (much to Alfred's annoyance) then he doted over her the whole day until Leona took him home.

that's when everything went downhill. he stopped responding to her calls and text, he even stopped coming to school for three weeks after that and when he did he acted like she didn't even exist.

He stopped sitting next to her in class, he stopped talking to her all together and when she tried to sit next to him at lunch or talk to him he'd just walked away.

"you're staring." Leona jumped not realizing her friend Anna had come to sit next to her. "I just don'r understand why he's acting like this. it was just sex." Leona didn't even believe her own words, it wasn't just sex to Leona. she had had a crush on Jace for years now and she thought he felt the same.

She was wrong apparently. Jace was ignoring her and she couldn't stand it. She felt as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest. she gave him something she deemed as special and now he's acting like she doesn't even exist.

"Just forget about him Leona." Anna sighed, rolling her eyes. "Look I'm throwing a party at my house, you should come." Leona took her eyes off of Jace's back for only a second to glance at anna. "I don't know Anna, I'm not feeling up to it." Leona sighed.

"Oh come on leona! just for an hour then you can leave." Anna said trying to convince her sad friend. Leona shrugged, already starting to tune out Anna's voice. Anna groaned in annoyance. "What if I asked Jace to come?" Anna tried.

"He's going to say no. He doesn't like parties. you know that." Leona was getting more and more frustarted at the boy she was starring at. if she'd known that he'd ghost her the next day she'd never let it go as far as she did.

Anna rolled her eyes. "Please come Leona I've already told people you were coming so..." Leona thought it over, it would be nice to get her mind off of jace for a while and maybe have a drink or two.

"Fine but only for an hour." Anna smiled widely "awesome" and finally she was gone.

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"Hello the best father in the whole wide world." Leona saidl, walking into Bruce's home office. Bruce looked up from his mountain of paperwork that he had to finish before patrol tonight. "What do you need?" Bruce asked, signing his name on a form. "anna is throwing a party and I was wondering if I could go." Leona asked. Bruce shrugged "you know the rules, Tell Damian were you're going first, be home by eleven and don't end up in jail." leona smile. "thank you." she kissed his cheek Before heading towords the door. "Is Jace here? John has yet to call me about Jace's tuition. I need to know if jace is going to do any extracurricular this year. God this school, everytime you step a foot into that school they want more money." Bruce shook his head, sighing. Leona froze, she hadn't told anyone but damian about her and jace and how badley it ended. she needed to talk to someone about it and Damian was always there to listen.

"Um no he's not here but I'll ask him when i see him." Leona fiddled with her thumbs. It was something she did when she was anxious about something. a tell Bruce knew all to well.

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked, picking up on Leona's uneasiness. "Nothing" she said a bit to quickly. "I have to go. Love you bye" she quickly said before rushing out og the room.

Bruce's POV:

"wow, that was weird." Dick said coming into Bruce's office through the secret door that lead to the batcave. "Jace is not returning any of her calls after they're night on the roof" Bruce said, putting down his pen. Everyone knew about Jace and Leona's time on the roof three weeks ago. For one they wouldn't be great detectives if they couldn't figure that out and Second it wasn't like the two teenagers hide it well. jace turned bright red everytime he looked at Leona and Leona smiled the whole day, it wasn't hard to figure out what happened.

"that's fucked up" Dick said, flopping down on the couch that was in the office. "Do you think Damian know?" dick asked, starring at the ceiling.

"Of course, Leona tells him everything. he knows everytime she sneeze." Bruce laughed. it wasn't a bad thing, in fact Bruce knew Damain felt more relaxed knowing everything about the sixteen year old.

Damian had bad anxiety when it came to Leona's safety. it had kept him up most nights. He felt this intense need to protect Leona from any harm that might come her way. Nights where Damian brust into his room claiming Leona was dead only to go into her room and find her peacefully alseep were nights bruce knew all to well.

those night were usually followed by Damian clinging to her like a lifeline.

"it's been sixteen years and Talia has yet to make a move you'd think he'd loosen up a bit" Bruce sighed leaning back into his chair.

"I think that is what's making him so paranoid. the waiting for something to happen is putting him on edge." Dick said, Dick felt like he knew his siblings more than bruce ever could, it was him who they ran to with their problems. Bruce has failed each and every one of his children on way or another and Dick promised Damian he wouldn't let Bruce fail Leona.

sixteen years ago. Damian POV:

"He called you." Damian said, as he sat in the in home library. this was the only place without windows, the only place with only once entrance "you haven't been sleeping" Dick said coming to sit next to him. Dick glance down at the small baby that was sleeping in his brothers arm. "she's beautiful" Dick said, "I can't sleep, someone can hurt her." Damian said. "she's safe here Damian, bruce will never let anyone hurt her or you. you need to learn how to trust him." Dick tried.

"Jason trusted him before he died, Barbara Gordon trusted him too. I came here because Father is the strongest person I know. Even the league of shadows are afraid of him. they won't get to her without a fight and Father puts a big fight. but--" Damian trailed off. "But it seems he always fails when it matters most." Dick finished for him. Damian nodded.

"I trust him as a shield between her and the league but asking me to let him help raise her is something I don't think I can do." Dick nodded, telling his brother that he understood where he was coming from.

"I can't promise you that nothing will ever happen to your sister but what I can promise is I'll never let Bruce fail her. he will be a better father to Leona then he was to either one of us. that I'll make sure." Damian sighed, trusting his brother's word. "do-- do you want to hold her?" Damian asked. Dick was shocked. from what Alfred and Bruce has told him Damian hasn't let anyone near his sister let alone hold her since he showed up. Dick didn't need to be told how much of an honor this is. "If you want me to." Damian hesitate for a second before handing Dick the small child barley a month old.

"Her name is Leona" Damian said, Dick laughed "after the book you like?" Damian nodded "My Umi, Aaliyah. use to read me that book everynight before bed. My grandfather hated it "you shouldn't be filling his head with fairy tales" he would tell her." Damian laughed for the first time in weeks at the memory. "she would promise to stop but when night came so did the stories." Damian yawned, leaning his head on his brother's shoulder and quickly fell asleep.

Bruce POV:

"Just give him some space he'll see that there's nothing to fear." Dick said, Bruce hummed returning back to his paperwork. "why are you in town?" Bruce asked, Dick sighed "Harely quinn and the joker." Bruce put down his pen again. The topic of the joker always captured bruce's attention no matter what he was doing. "their goons have been spotted burying the bodies of a man and a woman in Bludhaven. we're trying figure out who they are but so far no luck. I was hoping the batcomputer would speed things along." Bruce nodded, "I'll see what I can find out on patrol tonight" Bruce said. "I hoped you would." dick said, leaving Bruce with his paperwork.

Leona's POV:

Dick came into Leona's room as she was getting ready for the party. "Hey, what do you think of this outfit? is it ok for a party or is it to elena gilbert?" Leona asked, twirling so dick could see the full outfit. Dick glance over the outfit she had on and said"No it's good. just change the boots it looks like you should be singing about green tractors and cheating boyfriends." Leona laughed as she walked over to her shoe closet. "how about these?" Leona asked, holding up a pair of black heels. "better."

"soo what are you doing here?" leona asked as she put on her shoes. "I'm here for work but I don't want to talk about that." leona frowned "what do you want to talk about then?" She asked.

"you and jace" Dick said. Leona groaned. throwing herself onto her bed. "what's going on between you two?" Dick asked, "we had sex and now he's ghosting me" Leona explained, "Jace?" leona nodded "Jace Lovette? the guy who took two trains and walked two miles to the manor in the middle of night because you hadn't answer any of his text or calls for an hour?" Dick said Leona nodded "yep"

"the guy who's been growing out his hair for years now because you made a comment about being attracted to men with long hair?" Leona blushed not knowing that was the reason he was growing out his hair. "I guess?" "isn't he like inlove with you?" Dick said in disbelief. Leona sighed, "I thought he liked me too but now he's not talking to me. Have you ever had this happen to you?" Leona asked.

Dick's face turned red. "Um, I can't say that I have" Leona groaned, snatching her purse off her night stand. "I have to go. thanks for the talk." she said before leaving.

As soon as Leona pulled in front of Anna's house she knew she didn't want to be there. Drunk teenagers stumbled around the yeard, most with multiple drinks already in hand. She didn't want to deal with any of this right now, so instead of going to the part she went to Jace's. she was going to force him to talk to her, wheather he likes it or not.

Leona has been pounding of Jace's front door for what felt like an hour (it was five minutes) Before giving up. She could hear Jace's loud music from all the way out here on the front porch. It wasn't unusual for Jace to play his music so loud but John Lovette, Jace's father. always made him turn it down.

Leona crouched over the rock bed and started sifting through them until she found the one with the false bottom "Finally" she sighed, walking over to the door and unlocked it. She placed the key in the bowl by the front door before making her way to jace's room. She burst in his room causing him to jump and fall on the floor. "WHAT THE HELL" He yelled over the music. Leona turned off the speaker. "I am not some slut you can't have sex with and then ghost-- what the hell happened to you?" Jace asked, purple and black bruises littered Jace's chest, neck and arms. They looked to be a week or two old. "Leona? what are you doing here?" Jace asked, quickly throwing on a shirt. Leona stood stunned, her brain couldn't process what she was seeing. Someone was hurting her friend and he didn't tell her. "Who-- Who did this to you?" She asked, "Leona--" jace tried.

"don't lie to me Jace. who's hurting you?" jace sighed not wanting his bestfriend to see him like this. Leona breath picked up as she grew more and more angry "Leona, can you calm down please" Leona ignored him to pull out her phone. "What are you doing?" Jace asked, getting off the floor, snatching Leona's phone out of her hand. "Give me back my phone jace. I need to call my Damian. he'd know what to do." Leona said, trying to grab her phone back from her tall friend. Jace raised his arm in the air keeping the phone out of her reach "No. Leona you can't" jace begged "we need to call your parents. they need to know what's happening." Jace face paled. he looked like he was going to be sick.

"we can't call them leona." Jace said, tears falling from his eyes. Leona eyes soften "are-- are they the ones hurting you?" Leona asked. As soon as Leona said it she thought it was rdiculous, John and connie Lovette were amazing parents. they loved jace with all their hearts. they would never lay a hand on him. Right?

Jace nodded. he flinched when Leona pulled him into a hug. Jace wrapped his arm around her, holding her tightly against his chest. "when did it start?" Leona asked, "the day after we...uh.. you know." jace turned bright red, clearing his throat. "I didn't do great on a... test and he got angry and just started hitting me."

"Oh jace. I'm so sorry." Jace couldn't stop the tears from falling. The stress from the month long abuse finally caught up to him. "they're insane leona. He dosen't care about anyone but himself." Jace hugged her tighter. "She tries to stop him sometimes but all that does is make him even more angry. I hate him so much, I wish I never met them." Jace cried. "I know how protective you get when it comes to me, I know you will try and go after them but I'm begging you not to. let it go and let me deal with this by myself." Jace begged. Leona sighed

"My brother can help you Jace, Damian, my father and I can get you away from here. they will never hurt you agian." Jace shook his head no. No one can help him, they'll die if they try. "Promise me you won't tell anyone about this." jace begged pulling away from her to grip her shoulders. "Promise me." Leona couldn't she knew her father and brother can help him, they fought worse criminals then a couple of abusive parents. "Leona please" Leona sighed and nodded her head all ready regretting her decision. "Ok I promise" Jace needed her to keep this secret and for jace she would.

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#bat!sister #batman #red hood #jason todd #batfam #damian al ghul #dick grayson #tim drake #d.c. comics #dc #i'm just bored #oc #bruce wayne #duke thomas #barbra gordon #starfire

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jaidasstuff · 1 year

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“Found Again” - Vinny Mauro

Summary: Vinny and Y/N break up, but they have a pet together and neither of them want to give it up. Then they spend a few days each with the pet separately. It kinda brings them back together.

- Yesterday -

"Y/N can't you just stop arguing, at least for once?! I'm taking her for three days, that's it!" Vinny yelled at me, his face all red because of his pure anger. I really never wanted us to end up like this. Actually I hated it! Vin looked so much like my father right now, but in the end i still loved him. i wouldn't ever be able to hate him, i know that i will always have a soft spot for this guy and love him. that's a fact, for sure."Okay well then I'm taking her three days after you!" I replied, also angry but trying not to yell at him. yelling is something that i disliked a lot because my father used to do that a lot.. let me tell you it never ended in a good way.

- Today Vinny’s POV -

God, Lexi reminded me so much of her. How come we ended things on bad terms? We were both ready to take the next step and move into our own house, but two weeks before moving, things literally went downhill. I really didn't know what our fucking problem was and why we were so angry at each other. these past days I've tried to find a solution for the both of us. I loved Y/N but things can't be like this anymore and we both should know that. But how am I going to stop us completely from drifting away from one another? Lexi was our child, well not really but basically she was. She's our almost one year old Pitbull. I got Y/N a puppy on our second year anniversary. it was a very sweet moment to remember, she cried a lot of happy tears that day. It was one of the happiest days i've ever experienced in my whole damn life. Her smile is everything for me. Now Lexi grew up and I knew it hurts her when we both aren't there for our dog like usual. "You miss mom too, huh" i said while petting her head, Lexi just looked at me but I could see that she didn't understand why mommy wasn't here with us.

- After the three days -

"Oh hey Vinny you're pretty early!" Y/N said, sounding surprised. I'm over an hour early but I just couldn't wait any longer. Through these past three days Lexi made me realize that life without us all being one family isn't what I wanted. I want Y/N back, my beloved girlfriend. This time I'm definitely doing it the right way. "I know I'm sorry to disturb, but we really need to talk about something. It's very important Y/N" I replied calmly looking down at her. She didn't look too good, Y/N had red and puffy eyes which revealed that she must've felt the same, which did made me feel better somewhat. "Alright let's go upstairs, Mads is here" she whispered softly and i nodded my head slowly, letting Lexi walk into the house. We arrived in our once shared bedroom and sat down. It was difficult to start the conversation since I was nervous but I knew that it's now or never.

- Y/N POV -

"So? What's up Vin?" I asked quietly. To be honest I was afraid of what he was about to say, being clueless and all isn’t that fun. "Right, so I've been thinking these past days.. about us and the whole relationship" after this I completely frowned. What was he about to say? God please don't tell me you already found a new girl. I wouldn't be able to live through that. i think that'd probably kill me. "Don't look like that, I'm not saying anything bad" he smiled softly and it reassured me somehow, which was odd. "Okay" I simply stated and he continued "i still love you and that won't change. These past days were horrible without us being together, Lexi and I missed you so much. Right then I knew that I want to be with you forever okay? She made me see things that I didn't really see before, she looked like a daughter that missed her mom dearly. It made me realize a lot if i'm being honest. even though i've already adored you, it just made things more clear." He whispered quietly and i exhaled a breath that I didn't knew I was holding. Vinny got up from our bed and stood in front of me. "Now I want to do this the right way. We've got so much memories together, both good and bad but we always kept supporting and loving each other. You've always had my back. Even when I decided to move back to my hometown you supported me and came with me. I want us to be a family for real and I want the whole world to know about us. Y/N Ramirez, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Vin asked while kneeling down on one knee. was this really happening right now or am I imagining things? Oh my gosh, this whole time i thought he was seeing someone else! I've honestly always wanted to marry, just like in those movies. "Of course.. yes Vin I'll definitely marry you and become Mrs. Mauro!" I almost shouted while tears of happiness were rolling down my cheeks. I kissed him "I love you" I whispered almost thinking that I was really dreaming. "I love you too Mrs. Mauro" he said and kissed back.

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Beach date! (Note: actual date may feature little to no beach activities)

I had been looking forward to our beach trip all week. Manfred reluctantly invited a couple of his acquaintances (or friends, or nemeses, it was never clear to me which) and on Saturday morning, we headed out to meet them. It was only on the drive there that I finally started having doubts.

I looked over at Manfred, in his comfortable shirt and sandals along with a pair of swim trunks I'd never seen before. I wore a two piece swimsuit that had been used just as much since I'd moved to LA. Part of it was being busy with work, another part was my own reclusiveness. But there was another important reason why I'd never gone to the beach near my new home.

“So…is this a bad time to tell you I can't swim?” I asked.

“Hmm?” He looked at me with a raised brow.

“I mean, I know how to. Theoretically. But I'm not good at it, and I'm really weak, so I usually just sink after a few seconds.”

“I would say that qualifies as not being able to swim, Miss Martin.” An awkward moment of silence passed between us, and I looked out the window away from him. “...Have you ever gone to the beach before? Since you were the one to suggest it, I'd assumed-”

“Yeah, I've been to the beach. Other beaches, not this one, I mean. And I was a kid for most of those trips. Couldn't swim then, either.” I glanced back to see a puzzled expression. “I'd usually stay out of the water if I could help it, and walk around looking for pretty seashells. Sometimes I'd just dig a really big hole and keep going until I hit water. That, um…doesn't sound very fun when I say it out loud now, but it was to kid me. Sorta.”

“Sort of?”

“Well-” I looked back out the window at a view that was rapidly becoming more beach-like, “I also remember a lot of bad stuff about going to the beach, now that I think about it. Like putting on all the sunscreen I could, but still getting sunburned anyway. And sand just getting everywhere and being annoying.”

And being alone while everyone else was having fun together, either in the water or out of it. But I didn't say that, not aloud. I simply sighed quietly as my hopes for the day slowly slid downhill.

“...Y'know, maybe I just like the idea of going to the beach, and not…not the actual thing. It always seemed like a nice place to go, in my head at least.”

“Then we'll simply have to make it so. Your ideal of a perfect beach trip, that is. One with more shade, no water, and as little sand as possible.”

“That doesn't sound very beachy.” I looked down at Manfred's swim trunks. “Besides, don't you want to do some swimming?”

“I only wore these because I assumed you wanted to swim. Which begs the question: why did you dress for something you're incapable of?”

“Uh,” I glanced down at my top, “...just ‘cause I thought you'd want to go in the water, I guess. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize, it's no trouble to me. Besides, you look…rather nice, in that.” It was his turn to look out the window in embarrassment, then. I smiled.

“You look nice too.”

“Oh, please. You're only saying that to be polite.”

“No, no! I don't get to see your bare legs shown off everyday, y'know. They look good. Very, uh…hairy?”

I earned a snort of laughter from Manfred, and he looked back to me with a smirk. “Your compliments could use a bit more elegance, Miss Martin. But I do appreciate the intent.”

The car came to a stop just a minute later, and we exited, with me carrying a bag of assorted supplies and Manfred holding our towels. The beach sprawled out before us, with sand cleaner and water far bluer than I'd ever seen in Texas. It certainly appeared like the ideal spot I'd always pictured in my mind.

We walked along the concrete to a little stairway that led down to the sand. Manfred still held his cane, equipped with a rubbery tip to keep it usable even on the beach. But I would have to wait to see it in action, as I stopped us both just before the steps.

“Hey Manfred, you mind helping me with my sunscreen real quick?”

“We already put it on at home. I distinctly remember you ensuring every inch of me was covered. Surely you don't need to reapply just yet?”

“I put it on everywhere I could reach, yeah,” I pulled a lotion bottle from my bag and offered it. “But I forgot my back. And I can't reach there. Not well, at least.”

“Very well. Turn around.”

He exchanged the towels for sunscreen and I turned, sweeping my hair out of the way and holding it in one hand. I felt his hand touch just behind my shoulder, cool with lotion, and had to contain the powerful urge to squirm. He continued, from one shoulder to the other, and slowly down my back. Then, he stopped abruptly, as we both heard a familiar cry.

“Manny!” a boisterous voice called.

I craned my neck to see a shirtless Damon Gant jogging toward us, with another large figure trailing behind him. Manfred regarded them silently for only a moment before returning to rubbing in sunscreen. When he finished, I turned back around to see Gant in front of me and Detective Gumshoe still standing slightly behind him.

“Hi!” I said with a wave.

“So good to see you, Manny’s…assistant,” Gant winked. “You know, when he invited me here, I was stunned. And overjoyed, of course! But I think I know who I should really thank, hmm?”

“Oh, well, I just figured it'd be more fun with more people.” I smiled nervously. “The more the merrier, r-right?”

“Quite right!” Gant clapped his hands together with a wide grin.

I looked at Manfred, who glared at the chief of police before switching to an easier target. “You do know not to breathe a word of this to anyone else, yes?” he growled at Gumshoe. “I know Damon can keep his mouth shut when he has to, but I can't assume the same of you.”

“Y-yes sir! I was never here, sir!” The detective gave a salute, which quickly turned into him nervously scratching his head.

“Not to worry, Manny, I've already briefed him on this little mission. Nobody's going to hear a thing about any sort of relationship you have - or about how you've softened up enough to invite friends to the beach.”

“Friends?” Manfred scowled at Gant. “You're both acquaintances at best.”

“That's the spirit!” He leaned in and lowered his voice to a mock-whisper. “Excellent cover story.”

I hoped Manfred wouldn't look at me and see the grin that spread across my face. Gant seemed to revel in his coworker’s annoyance purely for his own personal amusement, but I got some enjoyment out of it as well - mainly because Manfred looked adorable when he was flustered.

After I'd managed to contain my smile, I hooked my arm around his. “C’mon, Mann- er, Manfred, let's go down to the beach,” I said, catching myself just an instant before using his pet name in front of the one who inspired it. I liked seeing him just a bit embarrassed, but I feared that would be more than a little too far.

We headed down the stairs together before splitting up, with Gant running off into the water and Gumshoe wandering in a similar direction. Meanwhile, Manfred and I walked along the sand, weaving our way between other visitors to the beach.

He turned back to me after only a short distance. “I believe I've come up with a solution for most of your beach woes, Miss Martin. Find an ideal spot for us and spread out the towels. There are beach umbrellas for rent not far from here, I'll fetch one and bring it back. We'll have a shady, somewhat sand-free place to relax in no time.”

“Okay!” I nodded and looked around me for the best patch of sand as Manfred left. It didn't take too long for me to select a spot as far from other people as possible, with a small, flat enough area to lay down.

As I set down my bag and started laying out the towels, a familiar figure approached me.

“Hey, pal,” a somewhat dejected-looking Gumshoe waved.

“Oh, hey, uh…Mr. Gumshoe.”

He smiled, and chuckled at me. “Heh, ‘Mr. Gumshoe', huh? Didn't expect to hear that from his, erm, assistant.”

I wasn't sure which puzzled me more: the fact that he was surprised to hear me call him by his actual name, or that he wanted to talk to me in the first place. “So, how do you like the beach? Do you go swimming a lot? I mean, I can't, really, but it sounds fun.”

“Ah, I could. Shouldn't right now, though, my stomach’s all tied in knots. That's why they tell you not to go in the water after you eat, right? Can't swim with a stomach cramp.”

“I'm…pretty sure that's a myth. But, um, do you need anything? For your stomach?”

“Thanks, pal, but I don't think there's anything you can do.” He looked out at the ocean and his forlorn frown returned. “I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. And they both have control over my salary, heh.”

He turned back with a smile that even I could tell was forced. “Hey, speaking of that, how're you liking the old desk? Hope she's treating you well.”

“The old- oh!” I'd nearly forgotten about Manfred taking the detective’s desk just a day after I'd started working for him. “It's been pretty nice, I guess. Fits my computer and everything. Did you get a good replacement for it? Er…her?”

“Replacement?” Gumshoe scratched at his head. “‘Fraid that's not in the budget for me. Or in my salary. Definitely not my salary.”

“Don't tell me you've actually been working this whole time without a desk. Do you at least have a chair?”

“Erm…” He looked away nervously, then back up again. His expression turned to one of horror - but not because of me.

“Fraternizing with Los Angeles’ least competent detective, are we, Miss Martin?”

I turned around to see Manfred returning with an umbrella, and frowned at him. “Mr. Gumshoe was just telling me he still doesn't have a desk at work. Can you help him with that?”

I heard a groan from said detective, but chose to ignore it. Manfred set the umbrella down when he reached us, and shot a quick glare at the man who stood behind me - or cowered, possibly.

“Are you asking if I'm capable of helping, or if I intend to?”

“Well, I know you can.”

“And why should I?” Manfred crossed his arms. “Have I not complained about his failures enough for you to understand?”

“He might do better work if he has a comfy place to sit, y'know. And a good salary, too. I know I wouldn't be at my best if I was always worrying about having enough money for rent.”

“And food,” Gumshoe muttered.

“Quiet, you.”

I shot my best pleading expression at Manfred, looking deep into his eyes. There was a time once, not terribly long ago, when he'd have won that staring contest hands down. But that was prosecutor Manfred staring down his assistant, not beach vacation Manfred being pouted at by his girlfriend.

He averted his eyes, and grumbled, “Fine. You'll get your desk, and your bonus, raise- whatever it is you're after. And I'll double it if you leave us alone right this second.”

“Y-y-yessir!” Gumshoe shouted, and I turned to see him sprinting away, already halfway to the water.

“Um…sorry about that,” I said, turning back toward Manfred and kneeling down to fix the towels. “I just thought it'd be nice to help that detective out a bit. Especially since I already invited him to the beach and all.”

“I'm aware that it's the nice thing to do. You were the one to suggest it, after all.” Manfred started working on the umbrella beside me, anchoring it in the sand. “But I'm not sure it's wise. That man seems to take every opportunity he can find to question my judgment at crime scenes, in full view of the police, no less. And it's a full-time job just trying to keep him on topic on the witness stand. ‘Keep it short, and don't insert your own irrelevant opinions’ - I've told him that countless times, but does he ever listen? Of course not.”

“Well, maybe he'll listen a bit better now. You never know what a little kindness can get you.” I leaned over, giving him a quick kiss and a smile. “It got me a boyfriend, didn't it?”

“Indeed. Though that's not exactly what I'm looking for, with that fool. I'd prefer not to think of such a thing.”

“Oh, you know what I mean,” I nudged his arm playfully. “There's more than one way to get people to work with you. You don't just have to scare them into doing what you want.”

Manfred didn't reply to that, and I let the subject drop. It was a conversation better continued another time, perhaps with the aid of a trained therapist.

When the umbrella was in place, the towels nearly fit in the shade, and my body nearly fit on my towel. If I lay down flat, with my body stretched out, my legs would end up both sandy and possibly sunburnt. But when I curled up with Manfred, who didn't seem to mind sand nor sun, I was perfectly cozy - my head on his chest and my legs tangled in his, draped more over my boyfriend than over my towel.

“So, is this closer to your ideal beach trip than digging holes?” Manfred whispered to me.

“It feels like being in bed. But warmer, and more windy.” I nuzzled my cheek against him, and closed my eyes. “It's perfect.”

Though as we relaxed in the shade, and the noise of the other beachgoers began to fade from my sleepy mind, I doubted I'd have given a different answer even if I was digging holes in the sand. Just as long as I was doing it with him. No amount of sand or saltwater getting places they didn't belong could've possibly made this a bad day.

My ideal beach was one that had Manfred on it. That was all that mattered.

I felt my leg twitch, the telltale sign of impending sleep. Every time I felt my body start twitching, I knew I wasn't long for that state of consciousness. The world slipped away from me - the noise, the wind, the warmth.

It returned, briefly, faintly, with a voice.

“Manny-”

“Hush. You'll wake her.”

“Ahh.” A quieter voice then, but still audible. “I'm guessing the lunch we'd planned is off, then?”

“You two can go, if you'd like. I'm not moving an inch.”

“Can't say I blame you.”

It began to fade out once more. I couldn't understand exactly what I heard last - something about a sunburn. Then, I felt a brief movement below my legs, and then nothing.

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