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queenimmadolla · 6 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You surprise Eddie with your baby's first trick-or-treat costume. Spoiler alert: she's adorable.

a/n: for maisie 🩷

more penny and Eddie here

“I’m waitiiiiiiiiing.” Eddie sang out from the couch, tugging at the neck of the cream colored turtleneck you’d guilted him into wearing. It wasn’t as bad as the sweater he had to wear with it. Truly the ugliest thing he had ever seen.

It was so ugly, it offended him and he was a little grumpy about it, which you teased was appropriate considering he was supposed to be dressed as Bert from Sesame Street.

Yeah. Sesame Street.

The (totally) gay puppets.

“You’ll have to get close.” Eddie had threatened when you pulled out eyeliner, not to line his eyes like you did before one of his shows or a date night, but to link his brows together in the most unrealistic looking unibrow ever.

Once upon a time, up until like two Halloweens ago, Eddie had used this day to be completely and thoroughly chaotic. Messy. Well, as messy as the social pariah could be on Halloween. So just really drunk, maybe high—sometimes both—making out with someone who wouldn’t acknowledge his existence the following day (and he was very grateful for you for breaking the curse on that last carefree Halloween). But that was the old Eddie Munson.

Gone was the Eddie Munson that either went all out–in leather, eyeliner and fake blood–or barely tried with some devil horns and a bad sense of humor for halloween to deal weed and drugs, smoke weed and drink til he threw up, or get fucked. Granted, he wasn’t going through this change alone.

Your opportunities to party on Halloween night with your friends–having all gotten ready together for the big, slutty night out–drinking ‘til you were stupid only to wake up on your bedroom floor (sometimes not even yours and on one year, the top of your neighbor’s car) with no real repercussions were no more.

Your days as primarily careless teenagers and now young adult were over, replaced with enjoying the night in a way you were both surprised to find that you didn’t hate, even as early twentysomethings.

Hell, the both of you were eager–even if Eddie had to wear a lame costume. He’d wanted to be Ernie, at least.

“Shut up!” You called back from the bedroom. Eddie snickered at the amusement hidden under your voice and shifted until he was lounging on his side, arm propped up with his hand.

“Still waitiiiiiiiing!”

You’d been hiding a certain costume from him for the past three weeks, and the anticipation was killing him.

“You are the most impatient man I have ever met.”

“I just gotta have you, baby.” Came his immediate response and his grin widened when he realized he didn’t even have to think up replies for your quips, it just came natural now. He knew you that well. Still made him giddy and want to kick his feet in the air.

He loved being married to you. Sue him.

“Okay, here we come!” You announced and Eddie scrambled to sit up straight, eagerly leaning forward to get an early peak.

You walked down the short hall, dressed in a striped sweatshirt, jeans with the bottoms rolled into cuffs and a pair of red converse. Ernie. But Eddie already knew what your costume was, it was a couple’s costume and you were indeed a couple.

It was who you were glancing back at, just out of his line of sight, that held his curiosity.

“C’mon, baby. Go show daddy!”

At your prompting, your baby–just a couple of months over a year old–came waddling out, footsteps awkward as she got used to the orange duck feet covering her own and the padding and stuffing of her yellow duck costume, clutching a bottle you’d given her to keep her from fussing while you got her dressed. Her curly little head and chunky cheeks were framed in the hood of the costume, with the duck’s head resting on hers.

“Are you kidding me?” Eddie asked, mouth dropping open as his eyes darted from his cute little spawn in her adorable costume to your smug expression and back, “Are you joking? OH MY GOD!”

Eddie reached his arms out to Penny, fingers curling into his fists as he made grabby hands, “You are so precious, my little baby, come to daddy!”

Penny was delighted with his praise, drooly mouth dropping open and big brown eyes sparkling as she rushed forward. Her lack of coordinated motor skills paired with the duck feet and the padding of her duck bottom throwing her equilibrium off meant she immediately lost her balance and you and Eddie both inhaled sharply, quickly rising to attention as she wobbled forward briefly, then fell back on her cushioned tail feathers.

It was far from a dangerous fall, so you and Eddie stood frozen, waiting for her response so as to not sway her to have a certain response, having taken her to the doctor’s after a fall once only to learn she was perfectly fine and had only started crying because you had.

You both learned real quick to wait for her response after falling, sometimes she cried and had a boo boo that Daddy and Mommy could fix with some first aid and a kiss, and other times she'd run right into the wall, get up, and walk away (albeit while muttering in angry baby gibberish).

Penny blinked once, eyes flying from your face to her dad’s before she wiggled her bum against the floor, set her bottle down next to her and tried to stand up.

You both let out matching sighs of relief before Eddie darted forward to scoop her up.

“Are you rubber ducky?” Eddie asked once he had her situated in his arms. All she did was give him that big, beautiful smile of hers (no longer gummy with the teeth she had coming in but thinking about that made Eddie teary eyed) before her attention strayed to his long curls and her chunky little fist flew out to grab some of it, staring it down before she put it in her mouth.

“Say, yes, baby.” You encouraged her after picking up her bottle, hand tucking in one of her curls peaking out.

“Yesh.” She parroted, mouthing aggressively at the hair in her fist. While she was distracted, Eddie took the opportunity to press kisses into her cheek, smothering her in them until she grew annoyed and snapped her head in his direction, mouth wide in protest.

“Sor-ry!” He huffed, still grinning as he pressed another one into her soft cheek. She was all talk and no bite. Mostly.

“What does the duck say, baby?” You asked, trying to prompt her. She could do some of the animal sounds and she’d gotten the duck right a few times.

“Moooo.” And sometimes she moo’d.

“That is one interesting duck.” Eddie commented and you shushed him.

“No, baby. Quack.”

“Cack.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Okay, that’s a little too close to–we’ll stick with moo.”

You grabbed her trick-or-treat bag, a disposable camera and a couple of other things you thought you might need to take her trick-or-treating for the first time, while Eddie continued to coddle her, only putting her down when you were all ready to go.

Penny was little miss independent until she caught sight of the steps outside of the trailer. Then she whimpered, dropped her bottle and turned to Eddie, shoving herself at his legs as she reached her little arms up to him.

“Up! UP! Up!”

It was mean of him, really it was, because Penny was genuinely afraid of the steps but that also meant she demanded her daddy hold her in his arms, and that wasn’t really a loss for him so he hoped she’d hang onto that fear for a while before she got inventive and found another way to climb down them without him.

Eddie picked her up and she curled into his chest, chin on his shoulder as she clung to him with the duck head on her hood hitting the side of his face. He was trying to hide his smile but it was much too large to conceal and you glared at him with no malice, more amused with Eddie than anything.

“It’s okay, sweetpea. Daddy will protect you from those big, mean steps.”

He cackled as you shook your head with a smile.

“You are so messed up, capitalizing off of her fear.”

“Hey–it’s easy for you, she still demands and needs your boob. Did you see her refuse my kisses in there? I’m fighting for her affection here. And I’m gonna keep doing it, as soon as she gets over her fear of steps, I’m telling her a monster lives underneath them. Now, let's go get some candy I’ll also eat on her behalf.”

He bounded cheerfully out the door, Penny bouncing in his arms while you locked up behind him and called out in your laughter.

“And using your baby for candy–oh, you’ve got to choke tonight. I’ll save you, but you’ve got to choke.”

Eddie paused, waiting for you to catch up as his lips curled into smirk in a very Grinch like manner and you groaned, eyes squeezing shut as you realized what he was implying without having to verbalize it.

“I mean, I’d be happy to arrange that–”

“Keep walking, Bert. We only have an hour and a half so we’d better get a move on if you want a decent amount of candy to steal from your own baby.”

“I’m not above taking candy from any baby.” He confirmed leaning down just as you leaned up to meet in a kiss, the both of you smiling into it. It was brief, ending when Penny accidentally pecked the both of you with the head of her costume.

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southern-fried-simpin · 1 year

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Taking some of the Gotham Boys to Spirit Halloween 🎃 | Headcanons

A/N: Saturday was the official start of Spooky Season™ (I mean it actually starts in August but yeah) so I had to make something to commemorate it 🎃Also I apologize that these are so short 😭

Warnings:Jerome, some nsfw implications here

Jerome Valeska

Um…why are you guys here? He doesn’t need a costume, he’s literally terrifying all by himself!

Oh, you wanted a costume? Can he help pick it out please please please?!

He’s taking you to the section with the corsets and tutus Surprise,surprise 🤡

“Babe, look I found the perfect costume for you!” “Jerome that’s literally just a pair of spandex shorts and a studded bra…” “Exactly!” “Okay but what would I be in this?”

He said you’d be his 🤡

Jervis Tetch

He has 3 different Alice costumes picked out for you within 5 minutes of walking in the door

None of them are particularly risqué but still very cute however, you love seeing him flustered, so you naturally go to find a “sexy” Alice costume

Success! You found it and Jervis’ eyes are as wide as saucers and he is blushing profusely

The poor man nearly dropped the costumes he was holding

“Um…d-dear, wouldn’t you rather wear something maybe a bit…longer to our tea party?” “Aw, but this one’s so cute! And look at these striped thigh highs I found, they’d look perfect with it!” GULP

Oh no, he can’t say no to you! Especially when he’s imagining you in that!

“W-well, perhaps we could get this one for just you and I and another one for our tea party with the other guests…” “I like that idea, just let me see if it fits before we checkout!” “No! …you can try it on once we’re home and if it doesn’t fit, we’ll simply bring it back! “

Well, it was a short trip but it was fun, nonetheless

But the real fun starts when y’all get home 🥴

Jonathan Crane

Could he interest you in a scarecrow costume?

Never mind, all of them are either too cute or too…vivacious….

He likes the animatronics and the decorations though

Oh but what’s this? You found some stuff you could throw together to make a spooky scarecrow costume to match with him?

Has he told you he loves you today?

Can and will go back later with toxin and rob the store for decor and novelties you both like

Edward Nygma

Oh boy oh boy oh boy! He has so many ideas for you two!

Ooh what about Frankenstein and his monster? Or Dracula and Mina Harker? GASP! WHAT ABOUT PERSEPHONE AND HADES?!

Ah dammit but there’s no hades costume other than the Disney version

Time to scrounge for supplies!

Okay you’ve both successfully found some cool things to throw together, time to see what you got before checking out!

He had to get a generic black robe but you managed to find a goddess costume that could pass for Persephone

And oh boy he’s blushing…are you sure you want to wear something with such a high slit up the leg to the Halloween party at the gcpd?

“Oh Eddie come on, don’t you want to show me off in front of all those jerks from the bull pen? Maybe get them to shut up for once?” “Well…when you put it that way…yes I think I would!”

Now he can’t wait to see you in your costume 😉

Costumes? No offense, y/n, but you and him are probably a little old for trick or treating.

You have to remind him that there’s a Halloween party at his work and suddenly he’s all giddy and ready to go

Ooh how about he dresses as a police officer and you be his little jail bird?

You could get some handcuffs, maybe one of those adorable totally not slutty striped outfits and…Aw whaddya mean that’s not appropriate for a work function?!

Hm…well now that he thinks about it, maybe the entire gcpd seeing you in a spandex romper and handcuffs isn’t the best idea

He’s willing to compromise and get the striped dress

But you best believe this man bought that romper for some alone time with you

#gotham x reader #jerome valeska #gotham #jonathan crane #edward nygma #jervis tetch #harvey bullock x reader #ed nygma x reader #jervis tetch x reader #this is a day late #but i don’t care #nope not at all #not one bit #🥲🥲🥲

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gundam-bailey · 4 months

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Starting a 2 or 3 part story with my ocs.

Time in Vega City: Part 1

A mobile home came to a stop at a vacant spot at local camping sight, the owner sighing in relief as he could finally relax. Clay pulled out a map and brochure for the city he came to visit. Vega City, a literal hotspot for tourists, as the weather seemed to be in a perpetual state of Summer. The temperature never dropped below eighty degrees and the sun was always shining. A very peculiar but intriguing location, Clay just had to check it out. Dressing appropriately, a simple green tank top with a frog’s face on it and black shorts, Clay grabbed his skateboard and started to head our. “Take care of the house while I’m gone, Hopper. I know you hate the heat so stay cool in here.” He calmly called out to his little frog, who simply croaked in response. “Yeah I’ll be careful. Later buddy.”

Clay took off and immediately noticed something very fascinating about this place, something he noticed while driving. There were tree’s everywhere, large ones at that too. Clay grinned and picked up his speed, his mood already improved by leaps and bounds. He didn’t hate driving, but he was in his element now. He came to a quick stop though as he entered a public park, taking in the sights. It was a very well kept park, no trash, every bench and other equipment looked well maintained. Even the fountain was free of filth. Clearly, the city cared a great deal about this park. But while that pleases him, Clay noticed something that didn’t please him, at all. Seated on a bench, a little boy was crying while a group of bullies were harassing him. If there was one thing Clay hated, it was bullies. “Hey!” He shouted, gaining the attention of the bullies. “What do you want? You got a problem with us?” The bully leader asked, trying his best to look intimidating. It wasn’t working. “No, but soon you’ll be the one with a problem.” Clay’s body began to change, his finger nails turned into sharp claws, his teeth became jagged and sharp and his muscles mass seemed to increase. He looked like part man, part dinosaur and that sight terrified the bullies who knew they were in serious trouble. “Get lost, before I get angry.” Clay threatened, crushing a rock with his claws to prove a point. Shrieking in terror, the bullies flesh without a second thought and Clay laughed to himself, reverting back to normal. “Hey kid, you alright?’ He asked the crying child, sitting down next to him. The boy hesitated for a moment, not that Clay could blame him. “Mr. How did you do that?” “Which part? The whole dinosaur thing?” Clay asked in good nature, making the boy laugh. “Well, I’m a shape-shifter. That’s the simple answer.” The boy looked at him with shining eyes. “Really!? That’s so cool! I know there’s tons of people with cool powers, but I didn’t know there was people like you. That’s so awesome!” The boy’s face fell, making Clay frown. “What’s wrong?” “It’s nothing, Mr. I just wish…I wish I was special too. If I was, maybe they wouldn’t pick on me.” Clay understood what the boy was saying, but didn’t agree. Not one bit. “What’s your name?” “Oh, it’s Carter. Mister-“ “Clay. You can call me Clay. Let me tell ya something, Carter. Everyone is special. We all have something we’re really good at, it doesn’t matter how mundane. You have a talent?” Carter took a moment to think, his eyes widening a little. “I’m a really good swimmer, better that everyone else at school even!” “Then, there you have it. You a have a special gift, the gift of swimming. I can barely swim, so you’re already better than me.” “Better than you? But…but you’re so cool and brave and-“ “You can be too. You just have to put in the effort. Show those bullies you can succeed, become the greatest swimmer you can. Trust me, in the future you’ll be the one that everyone thinks is cool.” Clay’s speech seemed to do the trick as Carter was bursting with energy. “I’m gonna go practice swimming right now! Thank you Clay! Just you wait, I’ll be the best ever!” He shouted as he ran off. Clay smiled, happy he could help someone realize their own worth. “The world can be cruel, but keep your head up high, Carter. You can do it.”

Clay stood up and started to walk away, that’s when he noticed something peculiar. A woman was jumping from tree to tree, laughing all while doing it. But then, she tripped and started to fall. Clay sprang into action and quickly caught the woman before she could hit the ground. This was when got a good look at her. She appeared to be around his age and long, admittedly beautiful blonde hair with green tips. An interesting hair color, but one he found charming. But most importantly, she had these orange eyes that seemed bright yet dull. He realized what was up, this lady was blind! “Hey, you alright?’ He frantically called out, only to be cut off by the woman suddenly laughing. “That was fun! Thanks whoever you are, you really saved by bacon! Name’s Sunny! Nice to meet you!” She greeted, seemingly unphased by the current situation. All Clay could do was tilt his head in confusion, unsure how to respond to what just happened. Unaware that his life just changed forever.

#my ocs

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maximons · 3 years

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Halloween Visitor

Summary: After a family tragedy, Y/n tries to cheer up her cousin by taking him trick or treating. When they stop by her bully, Wanda Maximoff’s house, the encounter changes the relationship between the two forever.

Word Count: 4,511

Genre: Modern AU, Angst, Fluff

Requested?: No

Warnings: Mentions of death, bullying

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back, and this time with a Halloween enemies to lovers, two faves in one! Happy Halloween, and Happy Reading!

You’re not a huge fan of Halloween.

You don’t hate it or anything. There’s no huge traumatic event that happened which makes you curse the heavens every time the dreaded October 31st date rolls around, no nothing like that. It’s just...there. The day comes and goes and you barely notice it. If you could use one word to describe it, you’d say boring.

You liked it as a child, but since you’re now almost out of high school, the fun days of dressing up and going door to door are over. Now it’s more appropriate for people your age to fuck around both literally and figuratively, party and look over your shoulder all night while you chug down some shitty cheap craft beer. And yeah, still dressing up, but less fun and more try hard.

Since that’s never been your scene, you always spent the night like any other average one.

This year was different though, sadder. Your aunt had just passed away.

You were never super close with her, but you liked her enough that her passing did affect you. She was young, it was sudden. It wasn’t easy on any of your family.

Her husband came over to stay at yours for a week while he worked with your mom to plan everything and get all the technicalities in order. You did your best to stay out of their way.

Your dad was off who knows where, you had a few ideas but you definitely were not about to bring that up, so that just left you and your little cousin.

Nicky is your aunt’s son who came with his dad to stay at your place. You wouldn’t say you’re the best with kids, but you weren’t the worst either, so you enjoyed his company, and you’d say he enjoyed yours too. As best as he could anyway.

He was 9, going on 10 in a few weeks. You couldn’t think of a worse age to lose a parent. Young enough to still have that childlike outlook on the world, but old enough where he’d definitely remember this and leave a pretty nasty scar for years to come. Not like there’s any good age to lose your mother, but still...poor kid.

You’ve grown to care about the boy quite a lot in only the three days you’ve spent with him.

Today was Halloween, and you noticed Nicky was down way more than usual. When you asked him what was wrong, he shared with you that he and his mom would always go trick or treating together.

So you made a vow and broke your yearly tradition of being a potato on Halloween and were gonna take him yourself.

After school, you stopped by your local Spirit Halloween. You knew pickings would be slim the day of, but you managed to luck out. You found a Buzz Lightyear costume that was about his size, he likes Woody better but you hoped this would suffice, and you got a basic skeleton full body suit costume or yourself.

You weren’t sure if his mom dressed up with him or not, but dammit you were gonna give him the full experience.

At around 6:30 it was dark and you were ready to take him out. You got the okay from his dad earlier, so you waved to him and your mom as you walked out the door and got into your car.

“Y/n? Where are we going?” Nicky asked from the passengers seat. He’s tall for his age, it’s fine.

“Well buddy, we can walk around here if you want, but I know where the good stuff is.” You said, causing the boys eyes to light up. “I’m talking full size candy bars.”

“Yeah!?” You smiled at the boy’s excited reaction. You’re pretty sure this is the most you’ve ever seen him smile.

“Oh yeah.” You smiled back. “You ready?” He nodded excitedly as he fastened his seatbelt.

About fifteen minutes later, you arrived at the rich kids neighborhood. You tried to avoid this place for a number of reasons, but anything for Nicky.

You made your way door to door and it was going well. You ran into some cheapskates that gave him the standard fun size candy, but you made up for it by clearing the bowls people just left outside. Nicky was having a blast, and his pillowcase was almost entirely full already. You’d call this a win for sure.

About a half hour later, you noticed Nicky getting tired. He was also eyeing his candy bag, about two seconds away from tearing into it.

“You wanna call it a night, buddy?” You asked him.

“Almost. I wanna hit every house, and we only got one left.” He nodded his head to the big house up the hill with the obnoxiously long driveway. You nodded.

“Alright, lead the way Buzz.” You smiled. “To infinity-!” You started, raising your fist up high.

“And beyond!” He finished and you two zoomed of up the hill. You knew you got looks from the pretentious people around, but you couldn’t care less.

You both stopped when you got to the door, you were out of breath but laughing along with your cousin. After a few moments you two composed yourselves enough for Nicky to ring the doorbell.

And when the door opened, your smile wiped right off your face.

“Well, isn’t this a treat!” That annoying, fake voice rang out.

Wanda Maximoff. One of, if not the, main reason you avoided this neighborhood.

Wanda was the queen bee. The stereotypical head cheerleader, as fake as they come.

You were more than content just ignoring her and her crew all through high school, but for some reason she decided to make you her number one target. You had the awesome idea that if you just didn’t react, she’d leave you alone, but no. If anything that made you an easier target.

You already had to deal with her and her infuriatingly beautiful smile, no matter how fake it was, during school hours. You really didn’t want to deal with it now.

“What’s this, scarface? Little too old to be trick or treating, don’t you think?” She said in that annoying fake-concern voice.

Oh yeah. You had an accident freshman year during gym class playing Volleyball. The ball, which was of course hit by Wanda’s twin brother Pietro, slammed straight into your face, which broke your glasses on impact. Not only were you left without a way to see, the glasses cut a huge gash up the middle of your left eyebrow.

Instead of being halfway decent about it, Wanda resorted to the oh so original nickname, her posse soon following suit.

The only good thing about that incident was it made you switch to contacts, which, according to your best friend Val, took you from a 6 to a solid 9.5.

You chose to ignore Wanda’s remark and turned to Nicky. “Ok, let’s make this quick.” You muttered.

Nicky was confused by your change in attitude, but opted to ignore it. “Trick or treat!” He smiled, holding out the bag. Wanda smiled, probably the most genuine one you’ve ever seen from her, as she grabbed the bowl of candy.

“Well, aren’t you adorable. Buzz is the best.”

“I actually think Woody is cooler.” Nicky replied, happily.

“Well, you’re the expert, so I’ll trust your opinion.” She winked at him as she handed him the candy.

“Ok, let’s go home then, buddy.” You nodded your head back down the driveway, indicating where to go, but Wanda’s voice stopped you before you could.

“What’s the rush?” That annoying tone was back. “Don’t wanna stay and chat?”

You didn’t bother to hold back your eye roll as you turned back to face her. “As much as I would love to, I gotta get him home. Promised his dad we’d be home by eight.”

“His dad, huh?” Wanda asked with a tilt of her head. She looked as though she was trying to piece something together as that annoying smile crept up on her face.

“Yes?” You replied, confused by the question. The smile just got wider as she gave a firm nod.

“Alright then. Happy Halloween, scarface!” You didn’t bother to reply as you walked away. You couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

Nicky turned to you as you both headed back down the driveway. “What was that?”

“It was nothing.” You shook your head. You weren’t going to bother him with your problems, this was his night. “When you get to high school, try to convince your dad to go for homeschooling.” With that you headed back to your car to head home.

The next morning you were back in school, and you really wish you weren’t. You just knew that Wanda would have something to say about your visit last night.

But oh, it was so much worse than you thought.

You hadn’t even made it to your locker yet when some random football player approached you.

“Never pegged you as the teen mom type, Y/n. Didn’t think any dude would ever wanna hit.” You furrowed your eyebrows and before you could even ask what the hell he was talking about, he was walking away laughing with his buddies. You tried not to think too much of it as you went on your way.

You couldn’t ignore it for long though. You got a few more snide comments and whistles before you finally reached your locker. You put in the combo and opened it, but before you could even put your stuff in, you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n!” You turned our head to see Val practically running towards you. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah?” You replied with a confused chuckle. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because of what’s been going around?” Val replied like it was obvious. You took a moment to go over her words along with the events of this morning in your head. You knew something was up, but you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly.

“I don’t-”

“Wanda told everyone at her party that you came to her door...with your son.” Your eyes widened at what Val was saying. You were too stunned by the news to say anything, so Val continued. “Carol told me, she’s such a fucking bitch.” Val’s girlfriend, Carol, was the captain of the girl’s basketball team, so of course she’d be invited to the popular rich kid party. You shook your head as you leaned your arm against your locker.

Wanda was always a bitch to you, and you could deal with it normally, but this was too far.

“Y/n?” You heard Val’s voice again after a moment. “You alright?”

You took a deep breath as you made a decision. “Oh I will be.” You muttered as you pushed yourself off the lockers and stormed down the hall.

You vaguely heard Val speeding up to catch up to you along with several more comments thrown your way by your peers but you didn’t care. You just had one thing on your mind.

Soon enough, that dyed red hair came into view. She was chatting it up with her wannabe followers, laughing without a care in the world. One of those wannabes caught sight of you and drew the others attention towards you.

“Hey, scarface!” You hear, you think her name is Hope, shout out. “Help us settle a bet, who’s the father?” Her question sparked giggles amongst her crew, but you didn’t care. Your eyes were locked on Wanda as you marched over. You approached her, landing only a few inches in front of her face.

“Whoa, little too close there-” You cut off her snarky remark when you loudly slammed her open locker shut. Wanda jumped back slightly, and the noise made everyone in the vicinity turn towards you, but you didn’t care.

“What the fuck have you been telling people?” You spoke lowly, almost whispering.

“I-” Wanda hesitated. She never saw this side of you before, you looked absolutely pissed. If looks could kill, she’d be six feet under. And given that you were a little taller and visibly stronger than her, she knows you could probably actually kill her if you wanted to. Still, she had a reputation to uphold, so she stood her ground. “I just told people about our little encounter.” She shrugged, which only pissed you off more.

“And what about it?”

“Look, scarface, if it’s worth anything, I think your son is very very adorable.” Wanda’s confidence came back when she heard her friends laugh. “He looks pretty old though, you must’ve been going at it real young.” She laughed this time along with her posse and a few others in the vicinity. You looked about ready to punch her, but you felt Val’s hand on your shoulder which calmed you down slightly.

You shook your head in disbelief. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”

Wanda was confused by your question but still responded. “What? I know you didn’t want people to know about him, but it was too good to pass up, the people had the right to know.”

“Oh yeah?” You straightened yourself up and took a deep breath. “Well then I guess the people should know the actual truth. Not as juicy, but oh well.”

“What are you-”

You cut Wanda off as you started speaking, this time raising your voice so everyone around will hear. Your eyes still trained on the redhead in front of you. “That son of mine? That’s my little cousin, his name is Nicky. My aunt, his mom was killed only a week ago.” Your statement silenced the whole hall. You watched Wanda’s face drop in horror, and if you weren’t so pissed off, you’d relish in the sight. You weren’t done yet though. “His mom always took him trick or treating, so I took it upon myself to take the poor kid this year.”

You finally tore your eyes from Wanda’s too take in the reactions around you. Some engrossed in the conversation, some hands over mouths, some looking down in shame. You figured you got your point across by now. You turned your attention back to Wanda. “But I guess that isn’t good gossip though, is it?”

She didn’t respond, eyes still wide as she stared at you. You turned back around towards Val, who was looking at you in concern. You nodded, indicating you were alright before you began to walk off. You only got a few steps in before turning back around. “We graduate in only a few months Maximoff, then it’s off to college, then the real world. I suggest you ditch the high school bullshit soon, cause it won’t get you far after we’re done here.” You spoke as you walked backwards.

You decided to throw one last thing out there for good measure before walking away completely. “Oh! Just in case any more rumors about that wanna start, I’m gay as hell. Do with that what you will.” The chatter picked up again after that announcement, but you didn’t stick around for long after.

You never ditched school before, so you figured today was a good day for firsts.

5 Years Later

The rest of your senior year after that was more or less normal. Everyone stopped bugging you about rumors, and no one made a big deal about you being gay, which you were thankful for. To your surprise, Wanda and her posse stopped tormenting you. Granted, you never got an actual apology, but you’d take what you got.

Graduation as soon after, and college went by in the blink of an eye, and now here you were. Sitting in a random coffee shop in New York City, dressed and ready for an interview you had in about an hour. You typed away on your laptop, sipping your coffee, anything to pass the time.

Before you knew it, an hour went by and it was time to head over. You quickly packed your laptop and stood up with your coffee in hand. Only, that didn’t last long as you immediately bumped hard into someone, sending your coffee flying, spilling on your shirt.

“Oh my god!” You heard a startled feminine voice yell out. “I am so so sorry, I should’ve been looking-”

“No, that’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You mumbled out as you stared down at your ruined shirt. You tried to wipe the excess away, but it only did so much. Good thing you had a blazer.

“Y/n?” You heard the voice speak up again, but the mention of your name made you look up. You were surprised to see the face of the girl, now woman, you would never forget.

“No way...” You muttered out, causing a soft chuckle to come out of the woman in question.

“Hi, I...hi.” Wanda stuttered, something you weren’t used to from her. You shook your head and smiled slightly.

“Were you put on this earth just to ruin my days, Maximoff?” You said, but your statement held no malice. The tension broke, and you saw Wanda visibly relax.

You were sure running into your high school bully years later and tell them off was a common fantasy, but if you were being completely honest, you weren’t one to hold grudges. Once you left your high school doors for the last time, you left everything that happened in there behind. You weren’t looking to be best friends with Wanda, she still was fucked up to you, but you weren’t gonna make a scene either.

“It’s just a talent, I guess.” She shrugged, small smile forming on her face as well.

“Fair enough.” You replied. “But yeah, don’t worry about it, accidents happen. I gotta get going though-”

“Let me buy you a new one!” Wanda cut you off abruptly and loudly, drawing the attention of some of the people around you. You furrowed your eyebrows before answering.

“Uh, no that’s okay. I was almost done with it, and I have to-”

“Please?” Wanda seemed desperate, pleading almost. “I just...I really would like to talk to you, if that’s okay?”

You sighed. You knew you should probably just decline and get on with your life, but you couldn’t help but be curious. The woman in front of you seemed different than the insecure mean girl from years ago. What’d you have to lose?

You took the coffee sleeve off the ruined cup and grabbed a pen from your pocket. You quickly scribbled before handing it over. “I really do have to go now, but...shoot me a text.” You gave her a quick smile before leaving the shop.

You didn’t get to see the large smile stuck on Wanda’s face as she stared down at the sleeve.

About two hours later, you were back in your apartment. The interview went as good as it could’ve gone and now you just had to play the waiting game. You collapsed onto your couched and stayed there for a few moments before hearing your phone ding. You reached in your pocket and pulled it out to read the text.

Are you free tomorrow?

It’s Wanda btw

You quickly texted back.

Yeah, I’m free

Coffee tomorrow? Same place?

Sounds good. Noon?

See you then

You tossed your phone on the couch as you laid back down. What a day.

The next day you find yourself back in the coffee shop, this time wearing normal clothes. You arrived a few minutes early, so you were surprised to see Wanda already sitting at a table, two coffees ready to go.

“Hey!” Wanda shouted over as she caught sight of you.

“Hey.” You responded as you walked over. “How’d you know what I like?”

“I might’ve...asked the barista what you ordered after you left.” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at that.

“Someone’s trying to impress me, huh?” You joked.

“Maybe a little.” Wanda shrugged, suddenly getting shy. “Thanks for agreeing to meet with me today, you had every reason to tell me to fuck off.”

You laughed at her bluntness. “Yeah, maybe. But I figured, hey I’m not the same person I was in high school, so I shouldn’t assume that you are.”

Wanda smiled, grateful for your openness. “Thank you. And I want to assure you that I’m not that same person.”

“I kind of figured the second you actually apologized for something and called me by my real name. The old Wanda would’ve never.” You said dramatically, which got you a laugh in response.

“I really was bad, wasn’t I?”

“Eh, maybe a little.” You shrugged as you laughed together. “If it’s any consolation though, I’ve had a much better time with this Wanda in only five minutes, then I did with that one in four years.”

“Well, thank you.” Wanda smiled before dropping it after a moment. You could tell she was thinking, so you stayed quiet. “I wanted to apologize, Y/n.”

You figured this was coming, but still weren’t prepared. “Oh, well...it was high school. Things happen.”

“What I did to you though was just...awful. I was so terrible to you, and you did nothing to deserve it. I am sorry. Truly.”

You nodded. You could tell that she was sincere, and while you let go of all of it years ago, you wouldn’t lie and say the apology didn��t feel good. “Thank you Wanda. I appreciate that.”

Wanda gave a small smile and you both went back in a comfortable silence for a moment. “How is he by the way? Your cousin?”

“Nicky?” You asked and she nodded. “He’s good. We talk sometimes still, he’s almost done with his freshman year of high school.”

“Wow, already?”

“Yeah they grow up fast.” You chuckled. “And, y’know along with the normal teenage angst he has to deal with it without his mom, so...he’s handling way better than I ever could.” Wanda nodded, not sure how to respond. After a few moments you changed the subject.

The conversation flowed pretty naturally after that, which surprised you. You left that day with a promise to stay in touch, and that’s what you did.

Before you knew it, a friendship formed between you two. You talked almost everyday, hung out often, it was really nice. If you told yourself five years ago that you’d consider Wanda Maximoff your best friend, you’d probably punch yourself.

But of course, your gay ass had to get feelings.

You always noticed Wanda’s beauty, you weren’t blind, but your hatred of each other stopped any feelings from forming on your end. Now that the animosity turned into friendship, it was only a matter of time. You did a pretty good job of hiding it though. You knew it would fade eventually...you hoped.

Tonight was Halloween, and you stuck to your yearly tradition of nothing. Your roommate and close friend, Natasha, tried to get you to come to a party with her but you opted out, so you now had the whole apartment to yourself.

The night passed by quickly, and your apartment doorbell stopped ringing about an hour ago. You figured it was safe enough to enjoy a movie without interruptions. You turned on one of your favorites and went to go make a microwaveable popcorn bag, when you heard the doorbell ring again.

“You gotta be kidding.” You muttered. You walked over and grabbed the candy bowl before opening the door.

Instead of being faced with children though, you came face to face with Wanda, who was wearing a very revealing skeleton costume.

“Whoa.” You couldn’t help but let out.

“You like it?” Wanda asked, in what you could’ve sworn was a flirty tone.

“I uh...yeah, you look great.” You swallowed, and stepped aside before you could make a bigger fool of yourself. “Come in.” She walked passed you and you closed the door behind her. “What are you doing here this fine Halloween night?”

“I came to see Natasha, she around?” Wanda joked and you playfully roll your eyes.

“Ha Ha.” You responded.

“I actually wanted to tell you something though.”

“In that?” You gestured towards her outfit and she laughed.

“I’m seriousss.” She whined and you chuckled while sitting on the couch.

“Okaaay, okay, sit.” You patted the seat next to you and she followed suit. “What’s up?”

“I...never actually told you why I picked on you so much.”

You raised in eyebrow. “In high school? I thought we were past this, Wan-”

“I know, and we are, but I wanna get it off my chest.” You sighed and nodded, letting her continue. “I picked on you so much because...I was actually really attracted to you.”

Well you didn’t see that coming.

You raised your eyebrows in shock, but didn’t say anything. Wanda continued. “I was young, in denial about my sexuality, so I took it out on you, thinking it would make it go away, but...that’s obviously not how that works. And then...when I spread that horrible rumor... I really did think it was true. And I told everyone because I was insanely jealous.” You continued to stare at her, eyes wide jaw slacked. After a few moments, Wanda began to get anxious. “Please say something?”

“Sorry, it’s just...I...really did not see that coming.” You mumbled. Wanda sighed and began to stand.

“I’m sorry if I just made things weird between us, but it was just eating me alive and I had to tell-”

You stood up and cut Wanda off in the middle of her rant. You grabbed the back of her head gently as you pulled her into a soft kiss, hoping it would relay what you felt. After a few moments, you pulled back and saw her eyes wide. You began to be insecure yourself.

“Oh shit, I...were you just saying that was back then? That doesn’t apply to now does it, oh god I’m sorry-” This time Wanda cut you off as she leaned back in, capturing your lips in a more passionate kiss. You’ve dreamt of kissing Wanda more times than you can count over the years, but nothing compared to the real thing.

You split apart when air became a necessity. You stared into each others eyes, huge smiles plastered on your faces. You were lost in the moment for a while but pulled away slightly, another question on your mind. “Wait, so what’s with the skeleton?”

Wanda smirked. “Well, you were a skeleton that one night and seeing you in it...did thins to me. So I thought I’d return the favor.”

“It was just a morph suit though.” You said in confusion.

“That hugged you really well.” You laughed, unable to believe that she’s been into you this entire time. This felt like a dream come true.

“Well, consider the favor to be returned.” You said as you firmly grabbed Wanda’s hips, pulling her into a deep kiss that made her squeal in surprise, You smirked against her lips as you deepened the kiss further.

Now that you think about it, maybe Halloween wasn’t so boring after all.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you

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under the mistletoe

yeonjun x soobin (txt)

genre: fluff, smut, romance, friends-to-lovers

warnings: sexual content, swearing, mentions of food and insecurities

summary: kai is a little demon and tricks his friends into finally kissing each other

NOTE!!: none of the underage characters drank alcohol

wc: 4k

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It was so stereotypical, straight out of a drama, the way they both turned to stare at the green leaves above their heads, then at each other.

“So…do we kiss?”

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Soobin swept his gaze over himself in the mirror, turning side-to-side to admire himself more.

Despite his friend’s claims that his fashion taste “is the worst thing since cishet men”, Soobin actually enjoys dressing up, likes the way it makes him feel pretty.

And boy, did he feel pretty that day.

Kai’s holiday parties are infamous across their tiny friend group, and so Soobin dressed appropriately, in an outfit of a red, white fur-trimmed skirt, thick white sweater, and a tasteful little ribbon wrapped around his neck.

Soobin is well aware of the fact that he will spontaneously combust the second somebody sees or comments on his outfit, but frankly, he’s tired of listening to the shy, anxious little demon in his brain.

He looks good, and he’s not going to mess with that.

Soobin knows himself well, so he only casts one more glance at his makeup before turning away from the mirror, knowing he’ll immediately start to doubt his outfit after one more second of looking at himself.

“Odi, are you excited?” he asked his pet, who was waddling around his cage in the corner of the living room.

The hedgehog snuffled balefully, casting his tiny sad eyes up at his owner.

“Aww, I’m sorry, sweetie, I know you aren’t coming, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Soobin apologized.

“Are you talking to your hedgehog again?” demanded a voice, muffled by the barrier of the door.

Soobin straightened up, anxiety shooting through his veins. “Yeah, come fight me about it!” he yelled in response.

“Shut up, Soobinnie, we need to go! You know how sad Kai gets whenever people are late to his parties!”

Soobin considered that. Kai did get all sad and pouty whenever Soobin was late, and nothing made Soobin feel more guilty than the sight of Kai’s puppy eyes, swimming with disappointment and sorrow. It didn’t help that Kai’s S.O. was always ready to throw hands with whoever made their boyfriend sad.

“Fine, I’m coming! You’re so impatient, Yeonjunnie.”

Soobin stood in front of the door, psyching himself up to leave his room.

This was the craziest outfit, the best outfit, the prettiest outfit that Soobin had ever worn, and he had no idea if he was ready to show it to anyone, let alone the man waiting behind the door.

Choi Yeonjun had been the one constant in Soobin’s mind since grade school.

It was the classic gay trope: best friends since forever, gay awakening, feelings realization, you get the gist of it.

The only difference was that the story hadn’t ended yet, and Soobin was terrified that it wouldn’t be stereotypical, that Yeonjun would just walk away.

He hated being vulnerable and insecure around Yeonjun, and the other man seemed to have an innate talent to make Soobin feel at home and exposed all at once.

They really had been best friends since grade school, so Soobin had been seen in various situations of vulnerability by Yeonjun many times; when they were changing in the locker room after soccer practices in seventh grade, when Yeonjun accidentally walked in on Soobin taking a shower at camp in tenth grade, when they went to that one party freshman year of college and Yeonjun had had the misfortune of entering the bathroom at the same time Soobin was receiving his very first handjob (there was no good explanation for why he immediately came afterwards); but it was never something like this. Soobin felt like he would be handing a little piece of his soul to every person that saw him and the full glory of all of his insecurities, and the very first person to receive that bit of his soul just had to be Choi Yeonjun, his best friend and the person that Soobin was completely, irrationally, in love with.

He took another deep breath, steadying himself on the peeling door frame of his cheap apartment. He was suddenly really grateful that his roommate, Wooyoung, was at some frat party getting wasted, instead of watching Soobin try to hype himself up enough to leave his room.

“Soobinnie, what are you even doing in there? I’m waiting out here for you!” Yeonjun whined, and that was enough,

Soobin yanked open the door, immediately burying his face in his hands at Yeonjun’s reaction.

“Holy-holy motherfucking shit, Choi Soobin, I- wha- wow!”

Soobin didn’t even need to look at Yeonjun to know that his expression had gone from shocked to teasing.

“Eyyy, Soobinnie, who are you trying to impress? Who’s coming to the party that you wanna fuck that badly?”

“I’m not trying to impress anybody, I dressed like this for myself,” Soobin answered truthfully, lifting his face from his hands to make eye contact with Yeonjun, his lips curling into a bashful smirk. “But there is someone I wanna fuck, though.”

He must have imagined the way Yeonjun’s face seemed to fall for just a second before his teasing smirk came back.

But he couldn’t have imagined the way Yeonjun’s eyes seemed a little dimmer then, a little diminished.

“But seriously though, Soobin, you look fucking delectable, people are gonna want to eat you whole.”

So why don’t you?, he wondered.

A blush spread over Soobin’s face at the compliment, and he tugged his skirt down self-consciously.

“Stop, you look so hot, hotter than me, look at you!” Soobin wasn’t fully wrong, since Yeonjun’s outfit was hot enough to make Soobin drool. He was wearing a casual white button-up, half-tucked, two buttons undone to show off the thin, sparkling necklace circling the base of his neck, and Soobin had the animalistic urge to lick the little triangle of exposed skin. Little hoop earrings adorned his ears, and his hair was slicked back in the way Soobin really liked, with a few strands falling delicately across his forehead. If anyone looked good enough to eat that night, it was certainly not Soobin.

Yeonjun flushed slightly, smiling in that familiar way he did when he was feeling sheepish.

“Come on, flatterer,” Yeonjun said, extending an arm to Soobin.

The outside of Taehyun and Kai’s shared apartment was covered in bright lights, with a massive sign declaring “Happy Holidays” in cursive covering the door.

The sound of chatter, tipsy laughter, and Mariah Carey leaked out of the doorway, the party clearly already under way.

“Damn, Hyuka’s gonna be pissed,” Yeonjun remarked, reaching across Soobin to press the doorbell.

There was the sound of footsteps bounding up to the door, and a tall, lanky figure wrenched it open and pulled both of them into a bone-crushing hug.

“I’m so happy you guys came!” Kai squealed.

“He looked so sad earlier! I’m so happy you two assholes decided to show up!” Kai’s significant other, Camellia, exclaimed from somewhere behind Kai’s back.

Kai stepped aside, revealing their joking frown. “Yeah, you guys were so mean!” Kai pouted, stepping behind Camellia and burying his face in their bubble-gum pink hair.

“Aw, we’re sorry, honeys!” Soobin cooed, opening his arms again.

The couple burrowed into his arms, Kai accidentally squashing his partner into a Camellia sandwich, making them let out a garbled scream.

Soobin felt waves of fondness crash over him. “Aww, you’re like over-excited puppies!” he cooed, ignoring the protests from the two.

“Ew, Soobin,” Kai complained, pulling away. “Anyway, come in!” Kai pulled them all through the entranceway. He let go of Yeonjun and Soobin suddenly, pulling Camellia away and stopping abruptly a couple paces away. He turned around, and the pure evil in his eyes was enough to make Soobin make his “scared bunny” face.

The whole party quieted, everyone staring at the two of them.

Soobin squirmed under the intensity of the stares, feeling weirdly exposed standing there.

“Why…”

“HAH!” Kai scream-laughed (as usual). “Look up!”

They both looked up, and Soobin’s heart did a full gymnastics routine, then dropped so low he wouldn’t be surprised if it fell out of his ass.

Hanging from the doorway was a giant clump of mistletoe, right over him and Yeonjun.

He looked back at Yeonjun.

“Damn, maybe I should have switched to Judaism when I had the chance.”

Soobin felt like he was on fire, the possibility of finally kissing Yeonjun becoming real right in front of him.

He met Yeonjun’s eyes, and all of his senses honed down to those dark, hungry eyes, stripping him down to the soul and lighting his skin on fire.

“So, do we kiss?” he heard himself say.

Yeonjun let out a long breath.

Soobin hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten until he felt Yeonjun’s exhale skimming over his face, feather-light.

“I guess,” Yeonjun murmured, and Soobin’s lungs collapsed as Yeonjun’s eyes dipped to skim over his lips.

“You guess? You don’t wanna kiss me, pretty boy?” Soobin asked, feigning puppy eyes.

His ploy worked, and the tension crumbled for just a second, Yeonjun’s shoulders jumping with a little huff of laughter.

But then Yeonjun met his eyes again, and Soobin felt like his insides were being stretched out by some kind of medieval torture device, because the look in Yeonjun’s eyes was fucking unbearable. He looked like he actually wanted to kiss him. Soobin hated that he let himself hope.

“Of course I wanna kiss you, my prettier boy,” Yeonjun whispered, and it was so quiet that Soobin had to strain to hear it, despite the total silence of the room (someone had even turned off the Mariah Carey playing in the background!).

Yeonjun had meant those words just for him.

Soobin heard his breath hitch, and Yeonjun’s smile told him he’d heard it too.

“Do you want me to?”

Soobin just stared into his eyes, his fingers tightly clutching the material of Yeonjun’s sleeve.

He didn’t even know when he had grabbed it.

“Please.”

It was too quiet for him to hear, too quiet for Soobin to even fully believe the word had left his mouth, but Yeonjun heard it anyway.

Soobin was starting to believe that Yeonjun would hear him even if he didn’t speak at all.

Yeonjun’s hand was a reassuring, cooling pressure, cupping Soobin’s cheek so, so gently, like he was a glass figurine.

Soobin felt like one, like the slightest touch from Yeonjun would push him too far out of his comfort zone and he would fall, shattering to glittery grit under his feet.

But Yeonjun had always been good at pushing Soobin- always just enough to get him to toe the line, always not enough to break him.

Soobin trusted Yeonjun, but he didn’t trust his own ability to stay whole if Yeonjun touched him again, any more.

But it was too late now, even though Soobin knew that everyone would understand if he backed out.

He really didn’t want to, and maybe the deadline was the second he realized he wanted, craved, needed Yeonjun’s lips against his own.

Yeonjun leaned forward, just gently pressing his lips to Soobin’s.

His lips were soft and warm, and he kissed like he loved: gently, carefully, selflessly.

Soobin was addicted, and they hadn’t even opened their mouths.

Soobin thought he would probably wither away into dust without Yeonjun, and his stupidly soft, adoring, sexy lips.

Yeonjun’s hand slid from his jawline to his neck, pulling Soobin as close as he could.

Soobin couldn’t hold back the little whimper that snuck its way out of him, and Yeonjun tensed, lips freezing against his.

Soobin wanted to cry.

Scratch that, he was crying.

Fuck, he wanted to melt into the floor. Not only did Yeonjun completely reject him, now he was crying and snot and tears were probably running into Yeonjun’s mouth, and he was going to leave Soobin all alone and go find someone better, someone who doesn’t cry at the slightest hint of rejection, someone who hasn’t been pining over Yeonjun for several long, miserable years, someone who leaves the house in a skirt without spending hours in front of the mirror trying to convince themselves that they don’t look ugly and they should wear the skirt out because it doesn’t make them look all awkward and lumpy in the wrong places.

“Hey, pretty, why are you crying?”

Apparently another side effect of Yeonjun’s kisses is unfailing honesty, because Soobin couldn’t prevent the words from spilling out of his mouth.

“Because you don’t wanna kiss me and you stopped kissing me ‘cause I made a gross noise and you hated it and you remembered that I’m not some perfect supermodel like you deserve and-”

“Soobinnie,” Yeonjun scolded, placing a finger over Soobin’s mouth. “I stopped kissing you because if you made another noise like that I would be forced to permanently scar everyone in this room, and I really think I shouldn’t do that in front of the babies.”

They both turned to stare at the “babies”, who seemed wholly unaffected by the scene.

“You guys do realize that Sunghoon had done worse to me in front of more people than this, right?” Jake piped up, ignoring Jay’s groan of disgust.

“Ew,” Soobin said, scrunching his nose. “We didn’t need to hear that.”

“Yeah, we really didn’t!” Ryujin piped up from somewhere in the Lesbian Pile™ currently residing on one of the couches.

“Shut up Ryujin, you tell me about your sexcapades in detail every morning after! I’m a gay man, I really don’t need to know the inner workings of lesbian sex!”

The conversation evolved from there, and soon enough Soobin had forgotten any hint of discomfort, melting in easily with his friends.

Unfortunately, Yeonjun’s lips and words proved infinitely harder to remove from his mind.

What did he mean by ‘I would be forced to permanently scar everyone in this room’? Did he mean what I think he meant? Soobin wondered as he laughed and nodded along to someone’s story that he wasn’t even hearing.

Why are his lips so fucking soft, what kind of magical lip balm does he use? Soobin wondered as he watched Yeonjun walk across the room towards him, clutching two cups of punch and one giant cupcake.

Could he possibly like me back? Soobin wondered as he ate the offered portion of the cupcake.

“Hey, you’ve got…” Yeonjun gestured widely to his face.

Soobin quirked an eyebrow at him. “What?”

Yeonjun’s ears reddened, and he suddenly leaned in towards Soobin.

“May I?” he breathed, like he was asking one of those bitchy teachers if he could go to the bathroom instead of asking Soobin if he could kiss him.

“Y-yeah, w-?”

Before Soobin could even finish his question, Yeonjun swooped forward, lightly pressing his lips against Soobin’s lips before swiping his tongue roughly over Soobin’s bottom lip.

Soobin let out a surprised noise somewhere between a whine and a squeak.

Yeonjun pulled back just until their foreheads were touching, letting Soobin catch his breath, which had left sometime close to when Yeonjun had entered his field of vision.

“You had frosting on your lip,” Yeonjun panted, smirking like an asshole, his voice rough.

Soobin had never wanted to kiss someone so badly.

Belatedly, he realized there was absolutely nothing stopping him, and he surged forward hungrily, trapping Yeonjun’s bottom lip between his own when Yeonjun let out a surprised, happy squeak.

Yeonjun tasted like cake, hot chocolate, candy canes, and something inherently him, something Soobin couldn’t get enough of.

As their tongues slid together, the pressure of the hand on Soobin’s neck went from gentle to dancing on the line of bruising, Yeonjun clearly just as affected by the kiss as Soobin was. Soobin wondered if this is what being high feels like, because he really didn’t feel like he was touching the ground.

“HEY GUYS, GYU’S FINALLY HERE!”

They broke apart, Soobin’s face burning with embarrassment.

“Taehyun, go get him!” Kai exclaimed, essentially shoving his best friend towards the door.

Once Taehyun was safely in the hallway, Kai turned back to the group, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Okay, we all know the plan, right? Just watch it happen, two miracles in one night,” Kai whispered, casting a smirk towards where Soobin and Yeonjun were sitting. Camellia did some kind of dirty hand motion in his direction, winking mischievously. Soobin felt like his face was going to melt off with humiliation.

Sounds of shuffling came from the hallway, and Kai leapt into the closest chair, doing a horrible job of looking subtle.

Taehyun and Beomgyu walked through the door, Taehyun brushing flecks of snow off the older’s head with a wide smile.

They stopped under the mistletoe, and Taehyun hesitantly squeezed Beomgyu’s hand. He pointed up at the mistletoe, and Beomgyu’s eyes widened comically. Soobin thought he could see Taehyun’s hand shaking.

They just stood there for a second, before Beomgyu grabbed Taehyun by the jaw and heaved him in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around Taehyun’s neck.

The whole room watched with bated breath as they slowly pulled apart.

“You planned that, didn’t you,” Beomgyu teased.

Taehyun shook his head, but the rapidly spreading redness on his ears and neck betrayed him.

Beomgyu smiled widely, pulling Taehyun back for another kiss.

The Lesbian Pile™ burst into cheers, and Soobin joined them enthusiastically.

“Damn, finally, we’ve been watching you two dance around each other for fucking years!”

“Yeah, right, Yeonjun, like you’re one to talk. Hell, Hyuka got a significant other before you even realized you had a massive emotional (and physical) boner for Soobin-”

“Hey!” Soobin interrupted, flushing scarlet red. “Watch your language, Mr. Choi!”

“I mean, he’s not exactly wrong, per say…” Yeonjun admitted.

“Oh yeah?” Soobin said, stretching his legs out and playing with the hem of his skirt, “You have a boner for me, Yeonjunnie?”

“Shut up, stop that!” Yeonjun choked, not-so-subtly covering his crotch with his hands.

“Ew!” someone screamed from the back of the room.

“Soobin, please take your dick somewhere else.”

Soobin snorted at the wording, already pulling Yeonjun to his feet.

“What do you say, handsome? Shall we take this somewhere more…private?”

Yeonjun full-body cringed. “Please shut up, that was the most unsexy I’ve ever heard you sound.”

Soobin noted the way he still scrambled to his feet and practically ran to the door after him. Unsexy, my sexy-as-hell ass.

🎄🎄🎄

Soobin is not quite sure how he got there, but all of a sudden he’s in his dorm room and he’s scrambling to lock the door and Yeonjun’s hands are all over him and he feels like he’s going to implode and it’s all fast fast fast.

“Stop, please,” he whimpered, pushing Yeonjun’s mouth off his neck with as much willpower as could muster.

Yeonjun backed away from him, stumbling slightly in his hurry to move himself away from Soobin. “Hey, what happened? Did I do something wrong? Do you-” he winced “-not want to do this anymore?”

Soobin walked over to the couch, flopping himself down on it. “No,” he said, grabbing Yeonjun’s wrist and tugging him down to sit. “I want this. I want you. But…” Soobin stared down at the floor, tracing the wood grain with his eyes so he didn’t have to see the look of disgust on Yeonjun’s face when he said it.

“I want all of you, Yeonjunnie. Not just your body, not just your lips. I want to be disgustingly, sickeningly adorable with you, I wanna hold hands while we stare at the sunset, I wanna kiss you just because, I wanna cuddle you after a long day, and fucking hell, as cliché as it is, all I want for Christmas is you.”

Soobin could feel hot tears pooling at the corners of his eyes, but he didn’t dare blink them away, afraid the motion would disturb Yeonjun and he would never look at Soobin the same again.

The tears threatened to fall, and the only sound was Yeonjun’s unsteady breathing.

A warm tear spilled down his cheek, and Yeonjun still hadn’t said anything.

Another tear joined the first, and suddenly a steady river of tears was sliding down Soobin’s face, leaving behind salty tracks.

The rough pad of a thumb gingerly swiped across the damp, tacky skin of his cheek.

“Why are you crying, pretty boy? You can have me, you can have all of me, as long as you let me have you. Will you be mine, if I’m yours?”

Soobin choked on nothing.

He looked up at Yeonjun, and if his words hadn’t already left a long time ago, they had certainly run out of the door at the sight of Yeonjun, looking at him so earnestly, asking him if he would be his, his beautiful man, his beautiful Yeonjun.

“Yes. Yes, please let me be yours, please.”

They ambled towards Soobin’s bedroom, laughing at nothing, smiling at each other.

The door clicked behind them, and Yeonjun sat on his bed like he had so many times before, except never like this.

“Oh my god, I cannot handle you in this fucking skirt, Soobin, did you do that on purpose? Fuck, if you told me I could, I would have fucked you on the floor right in front of all of our friends.”

Soobin shivered, placing his knees on the bed on either side of Yeonjun’s thighs, carefully resting his weight on them.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?”

Soobin blushed, shaking his head vehemently.

“Words, baby.”

Soobin froze with his mouth open, staring down at Yeonjun.

“That voice…is fucking hot, what the fuck?”

Yeonjun snickered, reaching up to connect his mouth with Soobin’s mouth in a messy kiss, teeth clacking with laughter. “Ow,” Soobin muttered.

Taking advantage of his open mouth, Yeonjun deepened the kiss, licking into Soobin’s mouth like he was starved.

Soobin whined, knees giving out slightly as he put his whole weight onto Yeonjun’s thighs.

“Wait, hold on,” Yeonjun panted, pulling away. Soobin held back another whine at the loss of contact. “Let me move back, it’ll be more comfy.”

Yeonjun scooted back to the headboard, beckoning Soobin towards him.

Soobin settled back on his lap with a purpose, diving into Yeonjun’s lips eagerly.

As they kissed, Soobin gently moved his hips closer to Yeonjun’s, until they were pressed firmly over his crotch.

Yeonjun groaned softly into his mouth at the pressure, spurring him on.

Soon, Soobin was rolling his hips down into Yeonjun’s lap at a regular pace, the feeling setting his body alight.

“Hey, hey, stop unless you want me to finish right now, okay?” Soobin regretfully stilled his hips, staring Yeonjun down with the look that he knew Yeonjun was weak for.

“Don’t you want me to fuck you?”

Soobin’s eyes widened in shock, and he let out a little moan at the thought. “Yeah, that’s…yeah, we can do that.”

Yeonjun’s eyes crinkled into little amused crescents. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, yeah,” he teased.

“Shut up,” Soobin whined, smacking his arm.

“Make me,” Yeonjun challenged.

Soobin just smiled, sitting back on his knees, spreading them apart as much as he could.

Slowly, teasingly, Soobin tugged his sweater off, eliciting small exhalations from Yeonjun every time more of his skin appeared.

Now shirtless, Soobin leaned back on his hands, putting on his best pornstar face. “Somebody’s real quiet now, huh?” he teased.

“Fuck you, Soobin,” Yeonjun hissed.

“I thought that was the point,” Soobin said innocently.

Yeonjun cursed quietly, and then he was all over Soobin: tongue in his mouth, thigh in between his legs, a hand on his nipples and another rubbing over where the hem of his skirt rode up to expose his thigh.

Soobin let himself get carried away in the sensations; somewhere along the way Yeonjun’s clothing fell to the ground, and Soobin’s hands and lips were feeling all over his body, mapping it out to store it in his brain forever, nipping and biting wherever he wanted to.

Yeonjun pulled away yet again, looking Soobin apologetically.

Soobin took a second to admire the breathtaking picture Yeonjun painted: hair falling messily over his face, lips bitten red, neck already bruising black and blue, torso exposed for Soobin’s eyes to rake over hungrily.

“Your lube is in the drawer, right?”

Soobin nodded, his body thrumming with excitement.

Yeonjun laid him down on the bed with gentle hands, removing both of their underwear, triple-checking he was okay before warming up lube in his hands.

“Let me take care of you, baby,” he cooed, and Soobin couldn’t hide how his dick twitched at the words underneath his skirt.

“Wait, aren’t you gonna take the skirt off?”

Yeonjun bit his lip. “If you’re uncomfortable…”

Oh. He likes it.

“No, never mind. You can keep it on.”

Yeonjun’s eyes darkened with arousal, the sight sending Soobin’s brain spinning.

A finger prodded at his hole, and Soobin forced himself to relax, to let Yeonjun take care of him like he wanted him to.

Yeonjun fingered him in just the way he’d expected him to: careful but determined, the steady pace sending little zaps of pleasure through Soobin’s system.

At three fingers, Yeonjun hit his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure through Soobin.

He heard himself moan loudly, shivering under Yeonjun’s hands.

“Bullseye, babe,” Yeonjun muttered, and it really shouldn’t have been hot, it really wasn’t hot, but Soobin felt himself get a little wet at the words, whining rather unattractively.

Yeonjun seemed to take that as a cue to get on with things, because he pulled his fingers out of Soobin and rolled the condom over himself, stroking Soobin’s thigh comfortingly while he got ready.

“Are you ready, pretty?”

Soobin panted out a “yes”, nodding even though he had already said yes.

Yeonjun pushed into him, and it hurt, but only a little, because the weight of the situation hit at the same time.

He was having sex with his best friend since grade school, who he had also had a crush on since grade school. He was maybe-probably-definitely dating said best friend since grade school, who he had also had a crush on since grade school.

But at the same time, it wasn’t that crazy. It didn’t even feel weird, having Yeonjun inside of him, having Yeonjun be the one pushing into him until all he could feel was white-hot pleasure, hearing Yeonjun make filthy noises right in his ear until he overflowed, the tight knot in his stomach unraveling, the pleasure rolling over him like some kind of high. He didn’t think he would mind being addicted to Yeonjun.

Yeonjun spilled too, and Soobin felt like he had just cum again, riding the waves of second-hand pleasure.

He lay there bonelessly as Yeonjun cleaned him up, apologizing over and over for the stained skirt (“It’s okay, it’s my cum anyways,” Soobin had argued).

When he was done, he slid back into the bed, wrapping his warm self around Soobin like an octopus.

“Merry Christmas, I guess,” Yeonjun laughed breathily.

“Thank fuck for mistletoe and meddling gay friends.”

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supercorpkid · 3 years

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Once Upon a Time in…

Camelot

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Emma Swan x Reader, Regina Mills x Reader, Snow White x Reader, Prince Charming x Reader, Merlin x Reader, Morgana Pendragon x Reader.

Word Count: 3100.

Previously on the series - Neverland

“So I guess we’re going to Camelot.”

You look at Henry, not knowing what that means. Wait, Camelot. Legend of the sword? It can’t be it. They can’t be talking about that, right? But you look around, you see Snow White’s soft smile at you, the ‘Evil Queen’ appearing and disappearing with nothing but a purple fog around her. They are definitely talking about king Arthur, and Lancelot and the sword buried on the ground that no one could lift it.

“I need my bow and arrow.”

“And my sword!”

“We should take more than one magic bean.” How is it possible that you’re not even surprised about magic beans anymore?

It takes around fifteen minutes for everyone to be standing in the same place close to you, ready to go to Camelot. Henry nods his affirmation at you, and you almost feel bad for making all these people use a magic bean and go to a different world, just to ask a powerful wizard how to take you home. But then again, you really need to get back home. So, you’ll accept the help.

“We’re all ready?” Emma asks and you nod in agreement. “To Camelot!”

And to Camelot you go, through a magic bean, and dear Rao you can’t wait to tell Jamie this. She is never going to believe you.

When you get to Camelot, to the castle, Merlin is nowhere to be found. King Arthur -although he is not king yet, so- sends someone for him and all you can do is wait.

“Wait, wait! They’re here! My moms! They’ve come to pick me up!” You point out the window. Watching Lena, all dressed as she belongs in this story, walking by.

“No, I believe you’re incorrect, child. That’s Morgana.” Arthur says, making you even more confused. “She might look like someone you know. But there’s nothing in her heart that shall confuse you any further.”

“What happened to her?”

“What didn’t? That would be far more of an appropriate question. But this matter shall not be discussed any further, as Merlin should be returning to assist you.”

You look around. Snow, Charming, Emma and Regina are waiting on Merlin for a solution. And you want it too. You need to go back home, but-

You look out the window again. To where you saw ‘Morgana’. She looks just like your mother. You can’t help yourself from sneaking out of the room in a flash. You think you’ve left unnoticed. You’re wrong.

“Hey, where are you going?” Henry yells at you and you finally stop. You look behind and see him running towards you. “Merlin is coming. He is your chance to go home.”

“Henry, I know what I saw, ok? That woman, she-she looks just like my mom. Don’t you think that’s a crazy coincidence?”

“She could be using magic to trick you.”

“Yeah, she could.” You agree with your head, but don’t turn back. Henry stands beside you, looking like he’ll follow you if you decide to go. “I have to.”

“Wait, before you go.” He takes an enormous book out of his backpack. “Maybe you should read her story first. See what you’re dealing with.”

“Do you just carry this monstrosity everywhere?” You ask while he places the book in your hands.

“Just read it.” He flips through some pages, and you use your super speed to read faster.

“Huh.” You put the book down, furrowing your brows. Henry has the same expression. “Her story is-is like my mom’s.”

“How come?”

“She is an illegitimate daughter of someone powerful, raised as if she wasn’t family at all. She was good.” You open the book again to show it to him. “Then she was betrayed by Merlin! Her friend. He knew she had magic and thought she would become evil, so he tried to poison her. And that is what turned her evil.”

“Oh, is your mom evil? Mine was too!”

“No. That’s the thing. My mom, she had her moments, but she redeemed herself. My mom was always supposed to fall into the light. But Morgana-”

“Is supposed to be the darkness to Merlin’s light.” Henry finishes reading the sentence back to you.

“Don’t you get it? She wasn’t evil. She doesn’t have to be evil. If we can save her then-”

“Then what?”

“I don’t know.” You breathe deep. “I don’t know, but maybe that’s the reason why we’re here. Because heroes need to save. And Morgana needs saving.”

“Maybe we should call the rest of the family.” Henry says looking to where his mothers are.

“There’s no time. There she goes.” You watch Morgana going inside the woods. “MORGANA!”

“It’s High Priestess to you.” She turns around and you look at her. You really look at her. There’s no kindness in her face. “What do you want?”

“I wanna help you.” You give one step forwards, shielding Henry with your body.

Morgana looks at you, she really looks at you, like she can see deep inside your soul. It’s so hard seeing her, as she looks just like Lena. And you wonder if Lena could have fallen into this dark path too. Why does one have to fall into the light, and the other into the darkness? What if things weren’t as black and white?

“This isn’t you. You were good. Kind-hearted. They’ve turned you into this, but you can fight it.”

“I don’t want to fight it. I want to embrace it.” Morgana gives you an evil grin. “I want power, I want to rule Camelot. Being good will take me nowhere.”

“You will never rule Camelot being evil.” Henry chimes in. “Haven’t you heard? Good always wins, so you will never take over Camelot like this.”

“You’re looking at this all wrong, kid. What do the good guys get in the end? A happy little family? Settling for dumb hopeful kids?” She scoffs and you know she is talking about you and Henry. Dumb hopeful kids. Ouch. “That’s not in my cards. I want something far greater, but you wouldn’t understand.”

You look back to Henry, exchanging a hopeless look. “Arthur was right. There’s nothing in your heart to confuse me.”

“Arthur being right? That would be a first.” She looks at Henry behind you, gives you a mischievous smile. “You don’t have to protect your brother. He doesn’t look powerful at all. You, on the other hand…”

“He is not my brother.”

“And I guess he won’t ever be, if you make the right choice.” She quirks one eyebrow at you looking amused. Your mind screams Lena. Your heart says otherwise. “You mistake me for someone else. I do not know why the person holds your heart like that, but I assure you, if you stand with me, you won’t need anyone else.”

“Why?”

“Because I can give you power. Beyond the one you have.” Morgana motions to the castle. “This entire kingdom shall be mine. Soon. It could be ours, if you wish.”

“Don’t do it.” Henry whispers behind you. You give one step forward, instead.

“I don’t want a kingdom. I want to go home.” You say, earning a smirk as a response.

“Great. I wouldn’t want to share, anyhow. Why don’t we make a deal? You help me take back what’s mine by right, and I’ll send you to wherever you want.”

“Another reality?”

“Don’t do it!” Henry speaks a little louder. Morgana’s eyes turn bright yellow, and she moves her hand, throwing Henry backwards, with nothing but that.

“Believe in me now?”

“Yes.”

“NO! DON’T DO IT!” You hear Henry’s yelps getting louder as you move closer to Morgana.

“Does he ever shut up?” She asks, eyes turning yellow again.

“Get away from her, Morgana!” You hear from your side and see a guy raising his sword at her. “She’s just a kid and has nothing to do with your desire for revenge.”

“Merlin.” She points out, nonchalantly. And you blink your eyes feeling yourself coming down from a weird dream. When you look behind yourself you see Snow with her bow and arrow ready to shoot. Charming is pointing a sword at her too. Regina’s hands are on fire. Emma also has white magic coming out of her hands. “I see you brought a cavalry. You always need it when you’re up against me.”

“Get away from the kids!” Emma yells from behind you.

“Too bad.” Morgana looks at you, ignoring everyone else. “I would’ve guessed you wanted to go home. Merlin cannot do that for you. You’ll be STUCK with them.”

Her words send shivers down your spine. And you cave, feeling like you should follow her because she is your only hope. You give one step forward again.

“Get away from her! You’re not the only evil witch in here.” Regina says, earning a sigh from Morgana.

“I see the decision was made for you.” She says while she leaves, as quickly as she appeared.

“Are you ok?” Snow runs to you, while Emma and Regina help Henry up. She touches your face looking for any bruises.

“She didn’t hurt me.” But your eyes are full of tears, and Snow can’t believe you’re not hurt.

“Come on.” She throws her arms around your shoulders and guides you back to the castle. “Merlin’s here now. He’ll help you.”

But she was wrong. Merlin can’t help you. So Morgana was right.

“Another protection spell around the city, you say?” Merlin seems to be considering the information. “I’m sorry to inform you that there are no shortcuts, and you must break this curse as you’ve broken the last one.”

“But we don’t know who started the curse this time.” Regina says.

“Then you must start there. But quickly. As long as she is in Storybrooke inside a curse, she’ll become part of the book. And then, she won’t be able to leave again.” Merlin has not even finished talking and you’re already crying. Storybrooke is nice but you can’t be stuck there. You have to go back home. “I apologize if my help wasn’t what you required.”

“It’s ok.” You sigh. Heart even heavier on your chest now. “I’m used to losing.”

“I have victories and I’ve losses-” Arthur puts his hand on your shoulder. “And I’ve learned that it’s the losses that require us to be brave.”

Sure, it makes sense. You know it’s true, you know you have to be brave. But his words don’t fix the ache in your heart and the emptiness in your stomach. You’re still a kid, stuck in a foreign city, with fairytale characters as friends. If the pain didn’t feel so real, you would’ve thought you were dreaming.

“Thanks.” You point to the door. “I’ll wait outside while you guys figure out how we’re leaving.”

You walk outside. Looking around to see if anyone is following you. It seems that this time Henry didn’t follow you, so you’re safe. You don’t want to help Morgana take over Camelot, especially not because she’s doing it for revenge. But she was right, Merlin can’t take you home. Maybe she is your only option. Maybe you have to do the dubious call so you can get back home to your moms, aunts, cousin, girlfriend-

One step forward.

Kara would never tell you to do the wrong thing, no matter how long it would take for her to see you again.

One step back.

But would she be right? Would it be fair for you to wait to get home and maybe never get back, because you couldn’t do what’s morally wrong even if it was for you to see them again? Maybe Lena would have told you to help Morgana. So you could get home to them and be safe and sound.

One step forward.

But then again, would she have wanted for you to fall into the wrong path because of them? Would she have liked to have that guilt hanging over her head?

One step back.

“You’re still here.” You hear Emma’s voice, and you look back at her. “I was sure you would be out in the woods looking for that woman.”

“So you stepped out to stop me?”

“You know she can’t be trusted, don’t you?” She ignores your question. You agree with your head. “But you’re still considering following her.”

“She might be my only hope to see my family again.” You bite your lower lip, holding your tears. “Henry told me a little about your story. Back when you were a kid, all alone in that universe. If someone could have brought you to your family, wouldn’t you have followed them?”

“I think I would.”

“Then you understand why I’m considering doing it.”

“Trust me, kid. I know what it’s like when others tell you what you can and can’t do, especially when you’re a kid. But ultimately, whatever you’re considering doing or giving up, the choice is yours.” Emma says and you shake your head, confused and lost. You weren’t expecting her to say that. You thought she would stop you immediately. It feels heavy, having a choice. “I know you have no reason to believe us, but we’re not going to stop until we can find a way to your home.”

“You won’t?” You ask, a lonely tear streaming down your face. Emma shows you her hand.

“We won’t.”

And so you take her hand. Leaving Morgana, and maybe your chance of getting home, behind you.

“Hey, are you two ok? We’re ready to leave.” Regina says and Emma looks at you, waiting for your response.

“Hmm, yeah. Sure. Let’s go back to Storybrooke.”

And you all come back. And everyone finds their way into what it seems to be the only diner in town, sharing a table like a big, happy family. And it doesn’t matter how welcome they are making you feel, your heart still aches, and you can’t be around them without being sad and without missing your own family.

So, you step outside, and sit alone on a bench watching leaves flying in the wind. Thinking about what Kara must be looking at right now; wondering if Lena has left her lab in days to see that it is Autumn already; asking yourself how long they will keep looking without success, because as long as there is a curse cloaking this city, they won’t find you.

“Hey.” You watch Snow White coming closer to you, she points at the space next to you. “Can I join you?”

“Sure.”

She sits next to you. “What has come over you?”

“Just thinking that I probably left my only chance of going back home behind.” You sigh, heavily.

“You might have.” Snow agrees with her head, and you look at her waiting for more, because this is not comforting at all. “But it was the right thing to do, and you know that too. Because heroes do what's right. Not what's easy.” You agree with your head, because you’ve heard that before. “You know, every time I look at you I see a very strong hero.”

“Thought you were going to say that you saw yourself when you were younger.” You smile, and she chuckles, denying.

“Oh no. When I was younger, I would’ve followed Morgana into the forest because it was easier. It would’ve been a mistake, because there are other paths – harder paths, and later I would’ve wished to have taken them instead. So, I don’t see me in you. I see someone far greater. But I guess you are a Superhero, huh?”

“Just-” You stop yourself. It’s insane that you’re about to open up to a fairytale princess. But she is here, she looks interested and most of all, she looks like she cares. “I’m not really a hero anymore. Being a hero is exhausting, Snow. We fight every day, and we get beat up, and we get scared. And what for?”

“For the ones who can’t fight for themselves.”

“So because I was born with these powers, I’m supposed to fight for everyone? I’m not supposed to choose what’s right and better for me? What if I want to be selfish?”

“Kid, I know you’re tired of what life has thrown at you.” Snow holds your hand, and you agree with your head, unable to get your words out. “But you still fight for the good every single day. Every time you have hope, and faith, and care, you’re fighting against darkness whether you mean to or not. You did that today with Morgana.”

“But I failed.”

“No, you didn’t fail. She did. Her darkness was too strong. But your light is still intact.” Snow cups your face gently, like a grandmother would. “Sooner or later you will find your way back into saving. Because being a hero is not what you do, but rather who you are.”

“But what if that is not who I want to be?” You ask, eyes filled with tears and fear.

“Oh, honey, but it is.” She gives you a soft smile that says it all. “The choices you make every day it’s what makes you who you are. If Henry was lost in-” She narrows her eyes, trying to remember.

“National City.”

“If he was out there all alone, wouldn’t you do everything in your power to bring him back home?” Snow asks, but she seems to know the answer already, before you even nod at her. “See, being selfish could have made your life a lot easier. But would you be able to live with yourself while doing that?”

“No.” You cry, thinking about your life. “I would probably feel sick, and empty, and-and I don’t think I would make it out of bed.”

Huh. Did you just have a therapy session with princess Snow White?

“See? You can try and run from it, but if it’s who you are then it will always catch up to you. Trust me, I’m familiar with heroes, and you are, for sure, one of us.”

“Indefinitely.” You think about not making home, being stuck in Storybrooke until someone finally lifts the curse. You don’t know how long that will be. You hope your moms don’t give up on finding you.

“For as long as you’ll have us.” Snow throws her arms around you, and you let yourself fall into her comfort.

Being away from your life will suck. But thank Rao, they are the ones you’re stuck with.

Notes:

Am I making a crossover with Supergirl, OUAT and Merlin? Yes, yes I am. And I have to thank @oncemoonie for the prompts. That was really fun

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #supercorpfamily #lena luthor #supercorp daughter #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #ouat #once upon a time #emma swan #regina mills #swanqueen #snow white #morgana pendragon #merlin

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Repercussions (15 - Alt Ending)

Masterlist

Pairing: dark!Natasha Romanoff x dark!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda refuse to leave without you.

Warnings: dark themes, gun mentions, threatened suicide, manipulation

A/N: never expected to write this despite it being highly requested, but with me being stuck with Particular Taste and in the mood to write some angst, I ended up doing it. I’m still down to write angst, so I may do another Sad Song Sunday, but I’ll let you know.

Original part 15

“You worried us, printsessa, disappearing like that,” Natasha addresses you in a chilling tone as the two of them stop a few feet away from you. “And we’ll deal with that later, after you tell Wesley to come out so we can punish him first.”

“He’s not here,” you tell her calmly. “His only job was to bring me here--”

“And take the tracker out of your leg, which we will be putting back,” Wanda interjects with a stern expression. “Now you can either come with us to the car willingly or we’ll drag you.”

“I won’t be doing either of those things.” You stand slowly, lifting the gun to your temple as you go. “Your only choices are to leave me here and go back to the way your lives were before I came in, or you can let me die. If you take me again, I’ll just fight you every day until you wish you’d killed me yourself. No matter how you manipulate my mind, my true self will never love someone who wants to control me. I’ll tell you how much I hate you for ruining my life every second I’m able, and I’ll kill myself the moment I get the chance to do so.”

You notice the glassy look in their eyes as they face each other, and you knew they were having a silent conversation in their minds. Seconds feel like minutes as they seem to discuss their options, eventually turning back to face you. Wanda is fully crying now, and Natasha seems to be physically holding back her own emotional break.

“Please don’t do this, printsessa,” Wanda chokes out with a cautious step forward. “We just want you to come home.”

“What’s home to you is a prison to me.”

“But it didn’t always feel like prison, right? Remember those days we’d bake together, and watch your favorite movies all day?”

“Or that time we took you to Coney Island for a week straight because you couldn’t get enough of it?” Natasha added and you sighed.

“You don’t get it, do you? I was obsessed with those Coney Island trips because it was the only time you didn’t make me feel like a kid that would get lost if I wandered too far! The only time I felt like an actual human instead of a fucking meat puppet!”

“The moment we decided to trust you a little, you abandoned us!” Natasha yells so loudly that Wanda even flinches. “We’re in Nebraska right now because you couldn’t stand being a good girl and waiting for us to get home!”

“You left me with a fucking babysitter, Natasha! It doesn’t matter that it was someone I actually wanted around. You installed cameras and tried to bug Wesley and me. You put a tracker in my leg! If you trusted me, why did you go through so much to make sure I couldn’t leave? You can’t say that you love me and treat me like you don’t.”

“I’m so sorry.” Wanda’s voice comes out in a whisper as she steps forward again, and you watch her eyes for any hints of red. “I never meant to make you feel so cornered, but you have to understand that I’m an Avenger. I’ve seen what enemies are out there and at one point I was one, so I just wanted to do what I could to make sure you never ended up in the wrong hands.”

“She’s right,” Natasha chimes in, clearing her throat as a single tear slips down her cheek. “I know what lengths some people will go to hurt the loved ones of the other side because I used to do that exact thing. I’d let the world end before I let any harm come to either of you, and I guess I went a little overboard with protecting you because Wanda has a bit of an advantage.”

“I know I’ll never understand what it’s like to do what you do, and to live with your pasts…” You take a deep breath as you feel a lump forming in your throat, and the hand holding the gun to your head begins to shake. “But I do know what love is supposed to feel like, and it’s not this. I shouldn’t have to worry about setting you off because I didn’t agree with something, or waking up from a week-long mind trance because you didn’t want me to fight back.”

“How about we start over?” Natasha offers, glancing at Wanda and turning back to you once she nods. “No trackers, restraints, babysitters or manipulation. Just us getting to know you and vice versa, and hopefully rebuilding the love you once felt for us.”

“Please.” Wanda gives a pointed look toward the gun still pressed against your temple. “I know how upsetting this already must be for you, so please. Let us help you make it better. Let us fix this and hopefully have an even better relationship in the future.”

“We love you, and we agree that we should’ve gone about this in a healthier way. Please give us the chance to make this right.”

“And you promise there will be no more tricks?” you ask, and Wanda nods as two more tears make an appearance.

“Cross my heart--”

“--and hope to die.”

You stand there for what feels like minutes, your gaze bouncing between the two women in front of you, hoping to gauge their level of sincerity on expressions alone. As much as you didn’t trust them because of everything they’d done before, you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a part of you that missed those happier moments, and wouldn’t mind starting over to create more. Perhaps it was worth a shot, if they were truly serious about not messing with your mind anymore.

“Okay,” you finally answer, and you notice the relief appear on their faces. “If you’re serious about starting over and doing this the right way, I’ll give this a chance. But you’re going to have to wait a long time before I start to trust you.”

Wanda grins at the two of you as Natasha approaches you cautiously, and you place the gun on the chair behind you before allowing her to pull you into a hug that you melt into surprisingly fast. Your other girlfriend joins the embrace, and her ecstatic giggle is the last thing you hear before everything goes dark.

“Y/N/N...hey wake up!”

You jump up suddenly, nearly bumping into the person standing above you. After a few moments of blinking to adjust to the bright sunlight, you turn your head to see your cousin sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Wesley?!” you gasp as he grins in acknowledgement. “What are you doing here and why do you look like shit?”

“You know, I’m gonna let that go because it’s your wedding day, but I’ll get you back later.”

“Wait, my what?”

“Jesus, did you hit your head or something?”

“Feels like it,” you grumble as your eyes close for a moment.

“Bachelorette party must’ve been crazy.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You sigh and face him again as your eyes open. “Did you have a crazy night too or did you come here all bruised up?”

“I got into a pretty bad accident a little while ago,” he answers after a few moments of silence. “I guess I didn’t tell you about it because I didn’t want you to worry, but I probably should’ve said something when I got the invitation in the mail. Which reminds me, it’s time for you to get ready.”

He stands up slowly with the help of a cane beside him and limps out of the room, and a chill washes over you as the door closes behind him. You move to run your hands over your face and pause as you feel a cool metal bump against your nose, and you lower your hands to see a ring on the appropriate finger.

Of course it made sense considering--according to Wesley--you were getting married today, and the ring is exactly what you would want, but it just doesn’t make sense how you got here. As you move onto the bathroom and begin showering, you get hit with flashes of moments with Natasha and Wanda that include the moment they proposed, but it feels a bit more like watching a movie than a memory should. Still, there’s a warm feeling in your chest as you come to terms with the fact that you’re marrying two people that have been so good to you since your relationship was formed.

“Come in!” you respond to a knock on your door as you slip on a robe, smiling as Pepper enters the room holding what seemed to be a dry cleaner’s bag and a small jewelry box.

“Hey there, just bringing your dress.” She drapes it carefully over the end of the bed and faces you while holding the box out to you. “And your almost wives wanted you to wear this.”

You take the object from her and lift the top off, gasping as a necklace is revealed. It consists of a simple silver chain, but the pendant has a spider with a prominent red gem that almost seems to glow as the sunlight makes contact with it.

“Need some help?”

You nod with an appreciative smile as you hand her the necklace and turn around, feeling your smile widen as the cool pendant touches your warm skin. Your fingers run over the spider while you wait for Pepper to secure the chain around your neck, and you face her when she pulls away.

“Thank you. Wait!” you call out as she turns to leave. “I just have to ask...Do you think going through with this wedding is a smart idea?”

“Well, I haven’t been around the three of you much, but I’ve seen the way Natasha and Wanda react whenever you’re mentioned. It’s equivalent to someone finding out they won the lottery, honestly. I also know how much time and effort they put into making this house as safe as possible to put their minds at ease about you while they’re away on missions. In my opinion, I think you’re in good hands here, but I’m also not there for the little things. I’d recommend just listening to what your heart tells you.”

You thank her before she leaves the room, letting her words echo in your mind for a bit before moving to get ready for the ceremony. The dress, you quickly discover, is an exact replica of one you’d seen in a magazine that you loved so much you saved it in a scrapbook for years. How you’d managed to track it down, you had no idea, but the questioning thoughts seemed to fade away a bit once you realized how amazing it felt to be finally wearing it.

“How do you feel?” Wesley asks once you reach the bottom of the stairs, and you loop your arm through his free one as he leads you to the back yard.

“If I’m being honest, I’m super nervous about all this. Everything’s felt like a weird coma dream since the moment I opened my eyes.”

“Hey, you’re about to spend the rest of your life with Natasha and Wanda,” he reminds you quietly, and your gaze shifts away from his joyous expression to the small crowd that begins to stand upon your arrival and Natasha and Wanda smiling at you from the end of the flowery path.

“It’s what you’ve always wanted.”

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wnnbdarklord · 3 years

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EDIT: so I started writing this like a week ago, but honestly the finale killed any desire in me to interact with this show in a fannish way. So have these half assed notes. I think it's obvious where I lost steam. These ideas are free for use for anyone who wants them in fic, have at you. As it is, I don't think I'll interact with this show as a fan any further than this.

How I would write a Loki show in bullet points (and a mishmash of short scenes and dialogue, let's be honest) for my sanity!

Presuming some disney exec came down from on high and forced the inclusion of EG!Loki and the TVA (because otherwise it'd be IW!Loki that survived and it'd be all about him finding his best life away from Earth, Asgard, Thor and the whole Thanos/EG situation. Or if I only had to include the TVA, it'd be IW!Loki dealing with the TVA, not EG!Loki):

Fair warning: this will likely be a mess since I'm not entirely motivated to not have it be so.

[cut for length]

Ep1:

- Loki escapes to Nidavelir and uses the tools there to get rid of the chains and muzzle. A CONTROLLED use of the Tesseract, thankyouverymuch

- the TVA comes for him and Loki is wary and on the alert, exhausted from the whole Avengers thing so he immediately makes a clone to interact with the TVA and observes from afar

- the TVA fall for it when they try to bitchslap him like in the show, but immediately regroup when it goes through the illusion and start a search pattern. Their tech can scan for his temporal aura and they close in on Loki quickly (show the TVA as at least somewhat competent or they're shit antagonists for Loki)

- Loki, who still has hold of the Tesseract, portals out of there

- what follows is a quick chase scene across multiple planets and realms, but the TVA are always on his heels. The longest time they take to find him is during an ongoing apocalypse on a random planet that's enough for Loki to get a quick breather. but you know, disaster's on the horizon, so he has to leave eventually. but this is the first clue both we as an audience and Loki get about potential hiding places.

- when an exhausted Loki finally turns to fight, he manages to take several minutemen out (justifying B-15's hate on for him) before one of them gets in a lucky shot and freezes him

- "Who are you people?" [short flash of Loki's eyes flashing green and the entire scene getting a strange cast, floating energy swirling around everything. It's beautiful, but the TVA people's energy is out of sync, out of touch and strangely jagged compared to their surroundings]

- they slap the collar on him and march him into the TVA

- Loki immediately tries to pull the same illusion trick but it doesn't work cause no magic in the TVA (maybe some visual indication of what he's trying to do, but it doesn't go past his skin. You know, like Sylvie managed in ep 3 -.-)

- he doesn't wildly panic, but we see his breathing speed up and he immediately looks at his left hand and relaxes when he sees it isn't turning blue.

- okay so the TVA have caught him, he's on their shit list, no magic, exhausted, no idea what's going on, who these people are or how powerful they are - he chooses to play nice for now and bide his time

- the whole intake process is spent in quiet observation mode, only speaking when spoken to

- discomfort at being out of his clothes, but maybe only a wry joke about them wanting to strip him naked (making him a participant in all the thirst jokes)

- he doesn't ask if a lot of people don't know they're robots like a child wanting validation and he's not visibly afraid. Instead, we see him look at his hand again and try for wry humor when asking. But he steps into the device without much hesitation. It's death vs certainty and we already know he's chosen death once before.

- the propaganda cartoon is much shorter and plays in the background so we can see Loki's incredulous eyebrow raise at it. the ticket thing gets an eyeroll, but ready compliance since it's not worth it to argue

- when he sees the other guy get "pruned", he immediately reaches for the ticket to reassure himself it's there, but doesn't wave it around triumphantly, just sighs in relief

- trial can stay mostly unchanged, just no stupid magic attempt in the middle

"It's not your story, Mr. Laufeyson, it never was" (AND THIS SHALL BE PROVEN FALSE, you know, unlike in the show where it turned out to be their fucking mission statement) also, Loki gives her murder eyes for calling him that

- in fact, instead of trying magic, Loki holds up the controller he stole from B-15 as she was escorting him to the trial and waves as he disappears through a door backwards

After that scene is the church scene with bodies, establishing Mobius as a hunter of dangerous variants. Someone is killing TVA officers

Mobius gets called back as in canon, but arrives too late to stop our Loki from leaving

Sidenote: Loki still has the tesseract since it was in his pocket dimension during the fight the TVA nabbed him in

Ep 2:

- it's now a few days/weeks later. Loki is back in his own clothes, a simpler outfit not geared for war. He's in the biggest library in the universe, the depository of almost all knowledge, looking for information about the TVA. there is Nothing, suspiciously so

- once again, the TVA shows up and he has to run yet again. maybe he kills this team too, to buy himself more time. he steals a melt stick and more time pads and reset charges

- he needs more information and the only place he'll get it is at the TVA it seems, so he shapeshifts into his female form, dressed as one of the many paperpushers at the TVA and we see her being relieved that the spelled clothing is holding once she passes through the time door

(another aside, but ideally the female form is more like Eva Green or Katie McGrath. AND NOT BLONDE)

- acting like she belongs, Loki effortlessly manages to snoop around the TVA for a few hours

- there's only one close call with C-20, but Loki manages to deflect suspicion by parroting the motto at her, which Loki reads from a nearby propaganda poster (cause Loki is good at lying, manipulation and flying by the seat of their pants)

- eventually, she ends up at the archive area and begins researching. We see that Loki is competent at this and is quick to pick up the filing system. the variant number from the papers she signed the episode before becomes relevant to finding the appropriate files

- before she can dig too deep into her own life story as laid out by these people, just as she finds the Ragnarok Report, Mobius finds her (maybe there was a silent alarm triggered by unauthorized access or something. Slightly more competent TVA)

- there is a scene where Mobius and Loki play a game of chicken and manipulation, wordplay and lying until it becomes clear Mobius knows who Loki is (actually establishing some camaraderie)

- Loki gets a little hoisted by their own petard since they're enjoying the banter so much, the backup Mobius called for catches them a little off guard, collared again

- since info gathering is still the name of the game, Loki doesn't try to get away just yet

(during this entire scene, Mobius is the same offhandedly condescending prick he is in canon, but it's very obviously framed that way)

(also featuring confirmation of the genderfluidity thing because fuck you disney)

M: "Nice disguise. Really had me fooled for a second there."

L: "It's hardly a disguise. I am always myself."

[Loki shifts back to male, though the clothes remain the same (shifting =/= magic)]

M: "Yeah, well, next time you want to go undercover at the TVA, maybe don't choose a face we already have from several other of your variants."

[Loki twitches a little, since that wasn't a form he openly wore a lot (even when he wanted to) cause Asgard is a dick about shifting genders]

L: "And how does that work exactly?"

M: "Got your entire life on file, buddy. But you know, sometimes Asgard isn't a complete stick in the mud the day you gather enough courage to show up to dinner in a dress. We usually have to prune those timelines quickly."

[Loki's grin is more like a snarl, frozen on his face, since he picks up the implications loud and clear (the implication being that him being too happy is not allowed in the Sacred Timeline)]

M: [picks up the files Loki was looking at] "Come on, I've got something to show you."

-cue time theater scene

-that little scene of looking out at the TVA does not feature Loki being impressed or awed at the TVA's tech. It features him being scared/uneasy because the TVA is completely dead to his senses. Loki's eyes do the same flash as before, but everything is completely dull, no energy anywhere. He can barely see some swirls on his own arms]

-Loki asks why this charade, Mobius tells him the TVA is willing to come to an agreement with Loki for his help

"You're not the only one running around messing up the Sacred Timeline. Come on, job interview time."

(it's really really not)

- Mobius tries the same schtick as before, but it's both less and more effective. Less cause Loki has had a bit more time to collect himself since the invasion, more cause he's more aware of the TVA's power and has been chased by them for a while now

- we see Loki being affected by the Frigga thing BUT he also picks up how edited the reel is

- still, he lets Mobius do the "only thing you're good for" bit until we see him look up with murder in his eyes, even through the tears

- "I am going to burn this place to the ground and I am going to start with you. That is my bargain."

"Yeah, cause your "bargains" [Mobius full on air quotes here] work out so well for you," he says, offering Loki a hand up

-cue alarm and Mobius rushing out

-Loki grabs the files Mobius left behind, and also the tape in the hologram projector and escapes

- no infinity stones scene, cause Loki still has the Tesseract and doesn't go to look for more

- cut to the TVA running around in a panic, multiple branches forming on the displays. It's the same bombing plot as in the show, but now serving as a distraction for Loki to get away

- when they figure this out, Ravonna: "You should have just pruned him when you found him. There's a reason we don't reset Loki variants. Our luck always runs out eventually with them. Fix this, Mobius. Or you'll have to answer to the TimeKeepers."

- back to Loki, he steps out into chaos as something explodes behind him. He's in another apocalypse. During his running from the TVA, he noticed it takes them longer to find him whenever there's a lot of chaos around him, death and destruction. He finds a still intact building, seems high tech. Everyone else has already evacuated

- he takes the Tesseract out and blue and green energy surges around him and engulfs the building. It's suddenly quiet and we see outside the windows are pitch black

- Loki quickly looks away

"Finally, some peace and quiet."

He slumps down to the floor, files scattered around him, tesseract nearby and curls up, dejected and exhausted

Side note: Loki doesn't need to worry about recharging tempads since he has the tesseract, which was established in Avengers as able to provide infinite energy

Ep 3:

- he finds out about the variants in this episode, maybe goes looking for other variants before the TVA finds them

-how Loki finds out the TVA are all variants: he'd knocked out B-15 for a bit to interrogate her

-they're found by another team of minutemen, led by B-16, who is wearing B-15's face. Several of the other minutemen we've seen Loki kill in earlier episodes as well. They attack *both* of them cause they assume B-15 is compromised. Loki and B-15 work together and kill the whole lot, staring at each other incredulously

"You're Variants! You're all Variants!"

[B-15 collapses to her knees in shock]

End episode

EDIT: My basic idea for episodes 4 & 5 were Loki and B-15 working together and travelling through various timelines trying to get to the TimeKeepers, but realizing something was wrong the further they went. Time begins breaking down, paradoxes are all over the place and the TVA keeps pruning some specific place so much that sometimes two teams are on top of each other. Stuff like that.

I also had a few scenes where Loki meets other variants (that aren't him), but who actually like and even love him. Men, women, variations thereupon, and one or two who would mistake Loki for their Loki. So we get bi confirmation without actually including romance in the show itself, because 6 episodes isn't enough to develop that along with everything else that's going on.

Vaguely outlined here:

My "how to include the bi thing without the main story being a romance and also indicating that Loki is able to be liked and loved by people who aren't just variants of himself, please and thank you":

(note to self, rewrite this so it makes sense lol EDIT: lol, don't feel like it so this is all you get, folks!)

a variant significant other, male: kisses Loki

Loki: You are clearly my type, but I'm sorry. I'm not him.

[heartbroken expression on the variant]

from another timeline Loki visits:

woman holding a sword to his head after looking at him suspiciously: Change back!

Loki: Into who?!

woman: Her!

[Loki shapeshifts into his female self]

woman lets go of the sword

"You escaped! When Odin took you away, I thought he would kill you. Why did you never come back to me, my love?"

EDIT: My "twist" ending was that the Time Keepers were dead, not that they never existed. Some sort of mcguffin exists to just break the whole TVA and free the timelines. Idk, maybe the TVA was just a test to see if it'd work, but the system just kept perpetuating itself after the power hungry losers kept it going beyond the bounds of the experiment. Either way:

villain plot twist: the time keepers are long dead. the TVA is a terrible system that perpetuated itself on its own, only a few judges were aware that the timekeepers had ever died. The entire System Has To Go (lol like disney would ever go there)

The system is literally Killing the Universe, since the universe's natural state of being is a multiverse. But the system don't care, system don't give a shit. System only exists to perpetuate itself, system's survival is the most important, catastrophic universal failure need not apply

(this is way too on the nose for disney, but since this rewrite's motto is Fuck Disney, it shall stay)

EDIT: this was how I imagined the climax of the series.

Mobius or Ravonna (i never decided): "All the chaos, all the possibilities? How can you stand the uncertainty? How can you believe the world will be any better than it is now?"

Loki: "Because it has to be!" [smashy smashy TVA]

series ends with the timeline breaking free

we see various scenes of the variants in their former lives, happy

and AU scenes of the previous movies:

Loki gets pulled up on the bridge

Loki accepts Thor's offer during the Avengers

Loki gets up on Svartalfheim, bleeding heavily, but doesn't go to Asgard but to Thor

Loki tricks Thanos during IW

Loki as an Avenger

Loki as a kid

Loki as a girl

Loki on jotunheim, fully jotun

Loki on Asgard, jotun

faster and faster, all sorts of different AU scenes until the screen goes dark and we see our Loki, smirking

"But...well, those are stories for another time."

and he steps back into the shadows.

#loki series spoilers #loki series negativity #loki series #fanfic #sort of #loki #half assed rewrite #half assed meta #my stuff

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hockeyboysimagines · 3 years

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Say it to me softly

Chapter 3

Warnings: Swearing, slight NSFW under the cut, mentions of sex and alcohol

Enjoy! And please let me know how your liking the stories so far!

As the weather turned colder and the season picked up, Sawyer fell into a routine in her new life. She worked, went to games and spent time with Nolan and the rest of the team. They celebrated birthdays, holidays and had regular dinners together and she became a natural part of the family.

But the weather wasn’t the only thing changing. Her relationship with Nolan had also taken on a change. A small touch here or a kiss on the cheek there, from the outside it didn’t seem like much, but to those who knew they could see what was happening.

And Nash was fucking amped about it.

Every time Nolan put an arm around her or whispered something in her ear she smacked Travis repeatedly until he looked, and he wished they would just get together so Nash would stop hitting him.

The “Important Event” Nolan had asked her to come to was actually a Gala, one that Nash had attended last year. Apparently it was an important event, as Nolan had told her with a lot of important people. As it drew closer she roped Libby and Sawyer into dress shopping. After the 3rd store Sawyer had sore feet and Libby was growing frustrated. The Gala was only a few days away, and they couldn’t seem to find anything appropriate to wear. Nash had found a deep burgundy dress, with shoes to match in the first store they went to. Libby and Sawyer however were having trouble.

“ What about this one?” Libby asked pulling a shimmery silver dress off the rack. Nash made a face.

“Big no.”

“Ok this one?”

“Even bigger no.”

“This one?”

“Sure, if you wanna look like a hooker appearing for court.”

Libby aimed a kick at her and hung the dress back up, blowing a piece of hair from her eyes. She spun and stopped dead mouth open.

“That’s the one!”

It was beautiful, long and Blush Pink. She hurried and grabbed it off the rack, running to the dressing room before anyone else could grab it. She burst through the door a moment later turning this way and that.

“ You clean up nice!” Nash said leaning around the rack and waggling her eyebrows “ I might even be into you.”

Libby winked and turned to Sawyer “What do you think?”

“I think you and Joel might not even make it to the Gala if you wear that.”

Libby blushed and waved her off “ These shoes are perfect, and your buying them.” Nash pushed a pair of heels into Libby’s hands and turned to Sawyer.

“ Looks like your the last woman standing.”

Sawyer sighed. She had seen a ton of beautiful dresses but nothing that caught her eye. As she wandered down the aisles away from Libby and Nash she spotted a long black gown, with a slight train and off the shoulder sleeves. She ran a hand over the soft black fabric and pulled it gently off the rack, making her way back to the others.

Nash gasped “ Oh my god its perfect! Nolan is going to die when he sees you in this dress.”

Sawyer rolled her eyes “ Nash it’s -“

“ Yeah yeah whatever we know your ‘just friends’” she said waving her off and adding air quotes “ If that’s your story then that’s fine but either way.”

“And” Libby added as she stepped out of the dressing room, back in her own clothing and slipping her shoes on “ if you decide you want to be more than ‘Just Friends’ this dress with definitely do the trick.”

Sawyer gave them both the finger and swept past them into the dressing room to try the dress on. As she slipped it on and the fabric settled on her frame she had a brief vision of the way Nolan’s hands would feel on the fabric, or on her bare skin. She shook her head and coughed, smacking herself on the cheeks a few times.

After several catcalls and vulgar comments from Libby and Nash, Sawyer bought the dress and they wrapped up shopping and halfway home they got a text from Kevin summoning them for lunch at his apartment.

“What’s in there?” Travis asked as they filed through the door garment bags with dresses inside in each of there hands.

“Never you mind!” Nash said slapping his hand as he reached for the zipper. Travis frowned and rubbed his hand, sticking his tongue out at her. Nolan gave Sawyer a small smile and stood.

“Let me see.” She side stepped him just out of reach of his long arms.

“No! This is a surprise Nols. Get out of here!” She yelled as he took a large step forward, reaching for her again.

Joel was side eyeing Libby, and she pointed threateningly at him “Don’t even think about it.”

“Who are you going with Kev?”

He shrugged as he took a sip of his beer “ I’ll probably just go home with someone.” All three girls made faces.

“Kev don’t you want like...a girlfriend?” Sawyer asked as she set her bag across the end of his kitchen island.

“ Is that an offer?” Travis snorted and glanced at Nolan who was squinting at Kevin over Sawyers head, blush raging on his cheeks.

“ Easy buddy.” Kevin said patting Nolan’s shoulder as he passed by him to answer the door “ She’s only got eyes for you.”

Sawyer felt her own cheeks burn and peeked up at Nolan. He was already looking at her, eyes unreadable and gave her a tight smile.

After lunch had ended and everyone began to filter back to their own apartments, Sawyer bid Nolan and Kevin goodbye and left them by themselves. Nolan turned and gave Kevin a stare until he chuckled.

“What?”

“You know what.”

“I’m just trying to help you out with your Sawyer situation buddy.”

Nolan scoffed and folded his arms slouching in his seat “ I don’t need any help with my Sawyer situation okay?”

“Ah so you admit there is a situation.”

Nolan gaped at him for a moment “ Fuck you.”

Kevin laughed, clutching his stomach and wiping his eyes.

“ It helps if you say it out loud Pat.”

“There’s nothing to say. There’s no situation and even if there was I don’t need help.”

“If you say so. But I think it might be worth it to see where things go from here.”

Kevin was serious now and held Nolan’s gaze .

“Yeah. Maybe.”

*****

Nolan:This thing starts at 7:30 till whenever so I guess I’ll pick you up at like 7? If that’s okay.

Sawyer: yeah that should be fine. Nash has summoned me for a “Day of pampering” at her place tomorrow so I can at least look half decent.

Nolan had his fingers hovering over the keyboard wondering how he should reply.

Travis would say something funny like “ being decent is overrated.”

Kevin would go with “Your gonna look fucking hot.”

Carter would say something sappy like “Your going to look beautiful.”

Nolan: I’m sure your going to look beyond decent.

Sawyer smiled and set her phone down, chewing on her lip while she flipped through channels. It was late, but her body wasn’t tired. She was a bundle of nerves and energy the closer the gala got. She had barely been able to focus on anything the past few days besides running over multiple scenarios in her head all of which ended up with her and Nolan behaving in a way friends should not.

When she finally forced herself to go to bed, she fell asleep easily, unaware that 3 blocks away Nolan was wide awake in his own bed thinking about her.

******

Sawyer shivered under Nolan’s touch as he ran his hand up the exposed skin of her legs, eyes flicking up to meet hers. She sucked in a sharp breath as his lips moved across her neck and jaw before stopping and hovering above her own, he began to lean in and slowly-

BEEEEEEEP

Sawyer jolted upright knocking her phone off the bed and smacking at her alarm clock. She glanced around hurriedly and realized she was in her own bed and not Nolan’s and took a few deep breaths, fanning her face as she replayed the dream in her head.

She lept from her bed and jumped immediately into a cold shower hoping to cool off but was startled again by a banging at her door. She jumped out and grabbed a towel wrapping it around her waist and hurrying to the door.

Assuming it was Nash here to pick her up she yanked the door open and froze in horror.

Nolan, all six feet two inches of him, was on the other side hand still raised from knocking, eyes wide cheeks burning. He had a bag in his hand. His eyes moved from her feet all the way up her wet legs, to the towel that barely came to her mid thigh, and the outline of her body underneath, to the wet hair stuck to her shoulders and neck.

He cleared his throat and handed her the bag

“ Uh. Sorry I-Nash asked me to drop this off, she left it at Kevin’s and I-guess. Bye.”

He turned abruptly and walked down the hall leaving Sawyer standing there, forming a puddle on her rug.

******

“And you just stood there?!” Travis said smacking Nolan on the shoulder and rolling his eyes. Nolan groaned and rested his head in his hands trying to shake the image of her in a towel from his mind.

“What else was I supposed to do?” Nolan mumbled as he heard Travis open the fridge.

“ What am I gonna do with you Pat? That was your moment dumbass! And instead your sitting here with your pants still on.”

“Shut UP!” Nolan said forcefully chucking a towel off the counter and hitting him in the chest with it.

“You such a nerd Pat sheesh.”

*******

“And you just stood there?!?”

Nash screeched as she mixed together the contents of a face mask for Libby, who was surveying her wide eyed over a magazine. She had recounted the whole story to them exasperatedly.

“What was I supposed to do?!”

Nash half turned and waggled her eyebrows suggestively and shimmied her shoulders. Libby blew out a laugh and Sawyer laughed too in spite of herself before sighing.

“He’s probably kicking himself. Or rather Travis is probably doing it for him.”

“Poor Nolan.”

“Why would you even answer the door in a towel?”

“Because I didn’t think it would be Nolan banging my door down at 7:30 in the morning!”

“ I seriously doubt that the only thing Nolan wanted to be banging down was the door.”

“NASH!”

*****

Sawyer woke early on the day of the Gala. She hadn’t heard from Nolan since the towel incident of the previous day and for all she knew he would never speak to her again after it. She ate breakfast and watched tv checking her phone every 5 minutes until finally it buzzed. She snatched it from the cushion next to her.

Nolan:Just wanted to make sure you’ll be ready by 7? Looking forward to seeing you.

She smiled a big stupid smile before typing

Sawyer: yeah 7 is fine. See you later.

She hopped up, a renewed energy flowed through her. She spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready, jitters flowing through her veins until she slipped her new dress and shoes on and grabbed her bag, the clock reading 6:58. She locked the door behind her, took the elevator down one floor and exited out the front as Nolan’s car pulled up. He got out eyes on his phone as she descended the stairs.

“Hey I was gonna come up and get-“

He stopped mid sentence and mid step when he saw her. She smiled very softly, but then frowned when he didn’t smile back. She glanced down at herself then back up at him.

“Do I look alright?”

He nodded very slowly “ You look-you look incredible.”

He held out his hand, and pulled her closer to him.

“We should Uh-get going.”

*******

Nolan couldn’t stop looking at her. And he wasn’t the only one. Every time she moved someones eyes followed her. She was well spoken and smart, and illicited many compliments through the course of the evening.

He sighed, as he watched her from his spot against the wall. The lights were shining off of her long hair, and she kept giggling, a light wine induced blush had spread across her cheeks and she was killing him and she didn’t even know it.

“ You look like a serial killer lurking over here bud. Wtf are you dong?”

Nolan jumped, and turned glaring at Travis who was suddenly beside him.

“ I-what nothing. What are you doing?”

He rolled his eyes more dramatically than necessary “ Well I’m gonna be honest dude I’ve been a standing here for 5 minutes and you haven’t noticed me at all. I’m not sure if I should be jealous or offended.”

“ Shut up.”

“ Just tell her how you feel bro. “

Nolan felt his face burn” I don’t have any idea what your talking-“

“ Listen I know a thing or two about this and trust me when I tell you the longer you put off telling her the worse it’s going to be. If you keep waiting she’s going to find someone else mark my words.”

“ And how did you get this infinite wisdom oh wise one?”

Travis looked down at his feet, using the toe of his shoe, running it across the floor and his expression changed to sadness, and Nolan felt bad for even asking. He turned his gaze, until it rested on Nash and he sighed before looking at Nolan with a real genuine look of pain, love and a little bit of fear.

“ I know all about being stuck between a rock I’m and a best friend spot. And it fucking sucks dude. Don’t make the mistakes I’m making.”

Nolan’s mouth fell open and he gasped “ I knew it you dirty liar!”

Travis rolled his eyes. While EVERYONE knew Travis was harboring some feelings for Nash, Nolan never thought he would say it out loud. He had suspected Travis feelings for Nash had grown to large to ignore at this point and he was close to exploding.

“ I fucking knew it. Your over here counseling me on making a move on my best friend of 15 years and your pining over yours. Wtf?”

Travis opened his mouth to defend himself but then closed it again, having no real defense against what Nolan said. Nolan however wasn’t done.

“ Look we all know you love Nash, it’s so obvious to everyone. Maybe you should take your own advice buddy and man up.”

“Don’t you think I know that? It sucked for me to watch her mooning over Justin all those years when he was nothing but a fucking douche.”

Nolan had watched Justin dismantle Nash’s life piece by piece for a year and for that reason alone they never mentioned his name. It was something he never spoke of, not even with Sawyer. Travis hated the guy, at one point for no apparent reason. But it all made sense now.

“Teeks-“

“Just be better than me Pat. That’s all I’m asking.”

Nolan watched him walk away and disappear through the crowd, his words running through his head.

“You okay?” He jumped again and found Sawyer at his other shoulder, looking questioningly at him.

“I-yeah fine just. I’m fine.”

“It’s getting pretty late and I think everyone is leaving. Are you ready?”

He nodded and turned, but paused and reached for her hand, large fingers enveloping hers.

“Come on. I’ll take you home.”

-Gala Night Part 2 will be up sometime tomorrow!

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Apritello Express Evidences, part 3

Apritello, my dear friends, is really all hints, devil in details, little pieces that, in the end, become a huge picture.

I can't say that there are a lot of episodes with April and Donnie spending quality time together, no. But all episodes are important to understand how their relationship are involving, growing. If you have sharp eyes and think about all of this even a little bit, you will be surprised how gracefully their relationship changes and grows, how characters evolve.

Dear passengers, we're about to start. Mind the gap!

Episodes “The Gumbus” and “Mrs. Cuddles”.

I think it would be appropriate to analyze these episodes in bunch, because they have common situations of spooky supernatural stuff and reactions of characters to this.

When you watch these two eps in raw, it's easy to see how alike are reactions of Donnie and April in some scary, really odd situations.

Adrenaline ‘n’ reclessness

April is really into all spooky things in “The Gumbus”, she's not afraid of some creepy stuff and she's really brave girl who easily copes with stressful and life-threatening situations.

Donnie is incredibly calm and collected when alive doll talked to him.

But still, April was frightened about plush rabbit because it was really unexpected for girl, she wasn’t ready to realize that plush doll that she’d worked with is alive fear-eating monster who will hurt and intimidate to get their precious screams. But point remains: Donnie and April share crazy fearlessness, which turns into an adrenaline addiction.

And here I am, a science guy, who tell you: adrenaline is a big deal for our body. This hormone can even provoke an onset of romantic feelings. Chemistry and anatomy come to fill the gaps: when a person is afraid, their pulse quickens, a cocktail of hormones is releasing into the blood, which sharpen the senses and reflexes. It will create a strong emotional bound, that's important for maintaining romantic kind of feelings. The more impressions there are (even negative ones), the higher the chance that person will remember his|her partner, and want to see them again – the body gets hooked on adrenaline, like a drug.

That’s why D&A have so strong, unshakeable boundaries. They are so alike: their attitude to scary things, the way Donnie and April cope with them, the adrenaline addiction their share. They even express feelings the same way.

And one tiny detail: April and Donnie start the teasing Raph for his fear of mrs. Cuddles. So they become the first victims of plushie.

Friendly reminder: they were the 1st victims, and what’s happened with them we don’t know, because it wasn’t shown due to not ruin the atmosphere of suspense.

But we have a beautiful quote of mrs. Cuddles and this precious shot which explain everything

Raph: Where’s Donnie?

Cuddles: In a happy place where he’ll scream and I can grow forever and now you’re gonna join him!

In a happy place, huh? Tied up with April in Splinter’s bedroom, a really happy place. Hold a sec, are they -

And after that Donnie’s responding is killing me.

Donnie:[OS] I'm afraid of togetherness.

Yep. All normal here. We should continue.

"Operation Normal" even though doesn't show a lot of interactions between April and Donnie, however continues the general outline highlighting the topics that were mentioned earlier in the show.

Firstly, April's relationship with her classmates. We're able to see how poor her scholar life is in "Hypno Part Deux" and "The Purple Jacket". She has no "normal", human friends except some strange remora guy, more like acquaintance than friend, though. But still, having "be normal" kick she's fine with Donnie's weirdness ( Mikey is always beyond all normal comprehension, Raph goes weird while he's alone, without brothers, and his fear of miss Cuddles is no big deal to fam, Leo didn't show any weird stuff during the series, like, reeeeal weird, m'kay?).

Conversation between April and Donnie at pizza spot

Really interesting and smooth scene. We’ve got Donatello who stares at April while he’s waiting his favourite pizza, no big deal.

And his legs.

If a person is interested in you, during a conversation, they will put their right foot forward (a left-handed person is more likely to put their left foot forward) in order to close the distance between you. - Check.

being in company, peson will point the sock at the most pleasant interlocutor for them. - check.

April’s legs are ponted at Donnie. Checkmate.

Yeah, April is hanging out with Donatello and Leonardo, but the main focus of hers is on Donnie.

All these scene makes me think that Donnie, knowing about how badly sometimes April wants to be normal, is up to help her overcome this. Fight fire with fire: fill up her life with all of this weird, mystic stuff so it will be normal with time. Regular people go to pizza spot to spend some quality time together, so we have pizza restaraunt here, in Hidden City. Make all odd normal, and problem will solved.

Donnie really tries his best, look at his face. Dee’s fine with all this bizzare things what happens to April, he’s fine with her. But still he fails, because April’s concept of normalcy differs drom Donnie’s.

And again, for Donnie it’s not a problem at all. He’s always was at the opposite side of normalcy and it doesn’t matter for him if April is in the same boat with him. Cause, as I said, Don’s fine with that.

Second, how much Donnie knows about April.

- Scoff! Are you really still on this whole "I want things to be normal" kick?

- Yes, what big city girl doesn't have a kayak and has hazmat suit?

Interesting detail here: this line launches Donnie’s flashback (because the first scene is from “Purple Jacket”, it’s Dee’s episode, obviously). And Don, as far as I can tell, has in his flashback moments with April when she did something reaaally impressive. His face is way more louder than any words.

- Short answer: no. Long answer: nnooooooooo.

- Oh, no! You know how April freaks out around the cosplay wizards!

These tiny lines are containing a lot of background, stories, intimate conversations that April and Donnie share. This show always does the same trick: we never see a direct action, we are only able to see a result or statement of the result. But series do a great work telling us with such small and imperceptible gestures that their bonding at this point is mutual. Not only D tells April about his inventions, family and fam's issues he has and even his falls, mistakes and failures. April does the same thing, sharing with Donatello one of the most important things to her. Problem that really bothers her.

C'mon, he'd even memorized Sunita's name, though April messed up with this situation a bit. It seems Donnie memorizes facts about April - he remembered the wi-fi password from old April's work as we can see in "The Longest fight" (he could hack it easily, he's a genius, why he's been keeping in mind some piece information that useless for a year? It doesn't make any sense)

Oh, and that. Just a coincidence, I guess?

Just alike suits, no big deal. Plus, the whole family has it (and something tells me that guys have suits at the behest of Don, so probably April does). But Donnie and April has a lot in common like emotional expressions, reaction about some kind situations, fight style and even tastes in fashion.

Also, it seems like Donnie's been watching April for sometimes.

While Leo was hiding in trash can, to not catch anyone's eye rather than April. He definitely couldn't know who was passing by, but there was Donnie to observe from above. That's why he was hanging down the stairs when Leo spoke to April.

It’s not the first time Donnie dress up as old lady to monitor April’s day.

Leo: Why do you always make us dress up as old ladies? Donnie: №1: confort, №2: to blend in as we monitor April’s day for max normalcy.

3. Even when D took away this cosplay wizard, he's still keeping eye on her.

Oh no, you don’t. Grandmas here!

Donatello changes his foe to save April exactly. He fought all evening with Brutus, but when April slightly gets in danger, Donnie just attacked anyone who has intention to hurt her and ruin her evening.

Is that a flying turtle in an old purple dress?

April, who all evening was trying to look “normal”, hiding her real friends because they are mutant turtles and pretending that nothing unusual happens here, finally gives up when Sunita mentioned Donnie. Even though new April’s friend has asked her before about Leo.

His eyes.

Donnie is really impressed but what he saw, and the reason - April O'Neil.

The episode "Warren & Hypno, sitting in a Tree" is another incredible piece of whole picture.

Turtle tank is decorated for April birthday in purplish scheme, definetely Donatello's work.

Dee's nonverbal speech.

• He seems more interested and softer than usual looking at April. It's easy to say comparing him with brothers. Mikey is in anticipation of fun mode, Leo relaxed and show his "whatever it will be fun" attitude, Raph is listening carefully, but still, Donnie could just turn his head in April's vouce direction, not a whole body.

• Warren felt Don's gaze while talked with April, so worm made the remark. Pay attention to the construction of the frame of neighboring scenes. The second frame is April's perspective. And Don is looking namely at her.

Indignation. Disappointment. Spark, storm, madness (i love this russian meme, sorry not sorry)

• Donnie seems sincerely sorry for this situation with April's b-day. And again, this soft gaze and "Raph, shut the shell up, your nonsense is upsetting her"-eyes.

• Donatello is kind of person, who’s avoiding a proper confrontation, so he rarely stands up for someone. He were remaining silent, when Raphael tried to cheer April in the most radiculous way, but when Hypno tried to play with April’s feelings, Donnie blew it.

He’s obviously in wrath as D emote that expressively. Yeah, he had much on his plate at April’s birthday, but it’s her b-day on the line, not his pride.

Warren used April, playing with her fan feelings. Her idol betrayed her, she was locked up in a cage, and now we have Hypno who wants to use her again by pitting and pushing for her compassion, because, it’s obvious - boys would do everything she said.

And Donnie tries to keep Hypno away from her, protect her feelings from another betrayal.

As he’s already stated - “For you, anything”.

The show always tells us: if you wanna trigger Don, bring April in.

Hypno tried to turn this thing around, Leo did the same in “Al be back”.

If Hypno-tamus did that accidentally as he found out that April O’ Neil is a birthday girl, so her wishes that day were laws, Leo did it on purpuse.

Leo is good at manupulating and pulling some strings, plus he knows his twin as back of his hand. That’s why Leo mentioned April in the end as she was always the most powerful argument, the reason and motive for Donnie. At second he’s even panicked, but remained calm. He almost blew up his coolheaded image because of one certain girl in yellow.

• Donnie is really happy to present Warren's arm to April. He even holds it like a rare, priceless treasure. D is really proud of himself right now: he saved the day, after all. The emotional reaction of hers is exactly what Donnie wants to get. And then, his final pose, while April is on 9th cloud from happiness - that's really territorial gesture, D claims his supremacy and confidence, telling "See? That's my happy birthday girl".

Leapfrog with a composition

Donnie and April are more and more eager to be together in the frame. Composition’s boners, m’kay.

Special ride for April

Yeah, Donnie used to offer his battleshell to give April a special ride. It even has a seat and handlebars for her comfort. She can control the flight as well as Donatello, they are like co-pilots. But he never carried her on his back before.

Usually, April is carried by Raphael, on his neck/shoulder, and she’s fine with it. Raph is strong enough to carry her without any difficulties or slowing down.

It’s not Donnie’s weak to carry her - no, he strong enough to carry his battleshell with a lot stuff in it everyday, Don can carry Splints on his shoulder without any apparent difficulty. He strong enough to hold the weight of his battleshell+April. Oh, c’mon, D assembled the Turtle tank only by himself and this for sure requires a lot of physical strength in order to engage in auto mechanics. Try lifting the wheel with tyre, and you'll see what I mean. Of course, there is a jack, but it will not solve all the problems. Don could use hydraulics and Archimedes ' laws, but I'm sure he did most of it with his own hands. Lifting and carrying, all by himself.

Not the strengh what’s matter but another point.

The sequence where Donnie carries April on his back doesn’t last long, it’s pretty easy to miss, while Raph openly do that with April on him.

Plus April’s gaze: she’s staring right at us with her “ninja-eyes” as if they were caught in the middle of something. The duration and length of the sequence, the way it is made all of this arouse certain thoughts.

It’s like nobody should see this. Too personal. To be more specific - too close and intimate?

Donnie stated a few times that he’s not into togetherness, tactile interaction and phisical side of contacts. Although he's fine with his brothers, don't forget that April is a girl. Even if she feels like part of family, she’s not his relative. She’s not his sister.

Some people tend to avoid physical contact with the objects of their interest. And this behaviour fits in Don’s character. He’s anxious type with a lot of psychological and emotional issues. Yeah, he tries to cover it up, built a shell to protect himself, behave as confident extravert but he’s nothing like that. Sometimes D tends to distance himself from his family, to hide in his shell, and we've seen that throughout the show.

Don hangs by his phone quite often, he addicted to this as his comfort zone, his peaceful cave, where everything is much easier,

Don pretends he’s so busy with his science stuff to ward off his brothers (ep. Mind Meld),

Don went to the lab to work on his projects, while he could hang out with April and the brothers (ep. Mrs. Cuddles). And he left for what? To work on self-cleaning tooth pick, or the titan bust of himself? It’s seems like lame excuse to be alone. He’s definetely an intovert, who sometimes needs some space and time with himself.

All his cocky behaviour is showing off to hide insecure, diffident and vulnerable creature, softshell purple turtle. Yeah, Donnie has confidence in what he’s great in: tech, science stuff, where he’s only one is capable of. But if someone steps on his domain or doubts his authority, his true colours exposed.

And, once again, “Mind meld” is a great evidence of that. Would callous, unsumpathetic guy without heart have a wall with pictures of his fellows? I’m afraid not. Donnie has a soft, caring heart.

There’s an alley of his the dearest moments, because photos - are always memory, precious moments we want to keep.

1 - from “Minotaur Maze”. Don loves good pizza, loves his brothers, and they have a little adventure together. Yeah, this photo isn’t on champ wall, but still.

2 - from “Mascot melee”. Important day for bros as they show themselves to people at daylight to rescue Raph and their operation to buy a new robe for his father. It’s their joint brothers dance, and D is loving to dance, remember? Definetely special occasion.

3 - from “Mascot melee”. Splints was really glad to receive a gift from boys. And Donatello, as we know, is always eager to achive for pop’s approval. This for sure must be in his precious moments collection.

5, 7 - from “Donnie’s gifts”. He even keeps a dorky photo, which Raph uses as profile pic at Donnie’s number.

8, 9 - “Down with the sickness”. It was funny to survive all the 7 stages to achive what boys wanted. They failed, but still.

10 - from “Al be back”. Who knows that Splints is so good at singing?

4, 6 - from “The Fast and the Furriest”. Strange choice, cuz, you know, photos ten seconds before his collision with April bat?

And yeah, he HAS April’s photo here. And at this pic it’s April, and April alone,without his brothers.

Don’s a real softie, see?

And avoiding physical contact is a way to protect Donnie’s already shattered self-esteem. To not cause any doubts in front of girl which he’s interested in. That’s possible reason why we did not receive any heartwarming hugs in “The Purple Jacket”.

But Donnie carries April, because it’s her birthday. On the one hand, the girl claims that her b-day is cursed, and Donnie could, by any chance, do something nice for her, and on the other hand - any request of the bithday girl - is the law, as we could see earlier.

Gift for birthday girl

There is no Donnie in the scene after Draxum throw off Warren's arm. While Raph comfort April about her birthday, Donnie was looking for it to present it to April.

He knows the best what is the most precious gift for her. Warren Stone, her idol, goat of making news; she have been in Stoneheads fanclub for 9 years. Also, it seems that Donnie is the one of turtles, who collected info about this worm.

Also, he stopped immediately when April stepped between them and show no disappointing (remind you about Donnie's sadistic science guy nature). The reason is April.

And another cute detail: their glasses are the same form.

Another episode "Mystic library" has slightly touched D&A interaction. But were talking about Apritello, it's all hints but quality.

When Mayham trapped in the mirror and Raph, Leo and Mikey obviously are not coping, April decides to call Donnie to clear situation up.

Donnie, mister "I ruin everything", she's going to call for help. I repeat this. April calls for help Mr. Science to solve mystic problems with her pet. MYSTIC PET.

And he AGREES.

Turtles dissuade their friend from calling Donatello but after a while, April returns with Donnie, and sees the bathroom in ruins.

I'm gonna clear this moment.

1. April haven’t called Donnie.

2. Some time later she returns with Dee.

3. Our girl is pretty shocked to see her bathroom in ruins, argo she didn't see/hear Raph chose to solve problem with smashing.

It must mean only ine thing: April went for Donnie by herself. We don't know where was he, we don't know what the reason April brought Donnie with her by herself, 'cause we know that if she call Dee, he will definitely get to her immediately.

Something is definetely off.

By the way, April changed Don’s profile pic.Yeah, the first one is very informative since Donnie is a turtle and he’s purple and he has bandana. Seems like April have done it by herself, editing the photo of real turtle. She didn't put a lot of effort into this, this image doesn't show her real attitude towards Don. But second is more personality-tinged. Sleeping Donatello in all his gear - this detail can tell us about only one thing - he was photographed when he fell asleep after his sleepless night(s) working hard at something - is something she can catch or receive by boys (namely speaking, it’s Leo, according to Ben Schwartz stated in an interview, that if Leo had an Instagram account, that 60 to 70% of his photos would be his brothers caught sleeping or slipping on things). And still. April has a dorky and little embarrassing pic of Donatello and this is... Interesting and cute?

This profile pic remind me about ROTTMNT: Sound off! (2nd issue)

The next station is “The Purple Game”.

Another episode in which the interaction of the characters is small in timing, but great in content.

And once again: they have a lot in common. I’d never tired of repeating this thing ‘cause the series do the same trick, showing one thing from different points of view. April and April shares the same taste in games, the same attitude, the same mojo.

But the most important thing here is how D&A interacrions are shown in this episode. Unlike other episodes, the interaction here is indirect, is provided by gaming.

Their customized avatars reflects their personality. I mean, the colour schemes (though Donatello has never shown any interest in yellow, he used it for customization of his persona), the way their avatars looking. Game even refering to Sherlock_Corn as “she”, albeit it’s impossible to refer to her avatar in female pronoun. Because, you know, design and nickname?

And the in-game interaction of the avatars resembles D&A irl relationships. Bootyyyshaker 9000 don’t like togetherness, he’s looking like Donnie’s expectation of himself (cool and tough guy, as D sees himself in his own dreams)

Their dialogue

Actually. Actually, Donnie and April are not able to hear each other as game has no voice chat, but their lines make an perfect dialogue nevertheless.

April:Bootyshaker9000? Donnie?

Donnie:April? You’re the last person I need to destroy to achive rank №1!

April:Ditto!

Both:There can only be one!

Donnie said the cheat combination, so April would know for sure what he is supposed to do, but she has no idea.

So, once again: their sync is incredible.

And can we talk about that?

April’s attack

As it seems, attacks may be customized by players. Bootyyshaker has attack that refers at Donatello main feature - superior intellect.

And this attack isn’t effective, because REAL April O’Neil has a resist towards it. She has known D for years, she knows what he’s capable of, she’s aware of his nerd side. April’s immune to it, so Sherlock_Corn is.

Sherlock_corn has a default attack - kernel cannon. It’s nod to her nickname: kernel, corn, the same book. But her second atteck is something reflecting her personalitiy. Plus, April is aware of Donnie’s “fear” of togetherness. All’s fair in love and war, right?

April took a lot of BS9000 hp by her “friendly hugs”. And, by the way, his sweet reaction for hugs.

So:

The selection of the final opponent. It might be literally anyone, but we wouldn’t be able to see Dee’s obsession in that case. Yeah, he’s already had a demon possesion ™, but it was too easy to him to win. No challenge. No “kill or be killed”, “It’s me or you” mojo. He needed some tough gamer for challenging, to develop his character, push him too far. And April, actually, is an excellent choice to reveal the character of certain purple turtle.To expose his true colours. And April do a great job: they know each other, so battle will be spicy, they are both compepitors, they are so alike, so it would be intersting to watch Donatello vs April. And it will, ‘cause In-game April and In-game Don is somewhat different than them usual.

April is Don’s slayer for sure. She’s good at gaming, her last attack was almost fatal for him. So he had to to cheated on her.

Captain Cuddlecakes. Yes, she know about his afraid of togetherness. And there’s lovey-dovey attack animation with this cuddling and Donatello’s persona behaves like him. And it was SPECIAL RUN, so... I haven’t the foggiest why. Cute detail, I mean.

Just look at it. Isn’t it cute?(at least we got their hugs somewhere... kinda. kinda.)

“Snow Day“, albeit being family episode, shows a lot about D&A relationship through “family war”.

First of all, the same taste in films.

Donnie’s already shown the same attitude to fashion, scary things as Cap O'Neil, April shares the same gamer’s mojo as Donatello, but now? We have Donnie and April that are loving the same movie.

For love of purple supernovas, of all the Jupiter Jim’s movies (and there are more than 60 of them), that's a convinient coincidence, they like the same movie.

It stated in series several times that Dee is fond of Atomic Lass. He had crush on her when he was child, he admires her by all his heart, so it will make sense if films with this character he would be his favourite. It’s logical, isn’t it?

Atomic Lass, even if she is part of JJ-universe, however, isn't in every movie. Leo described "JJ: Pluto vacation IV" and there is no sights of Atomic Lass. Like, at all.

Nevertheless, April’s claimed that “PV-4” is the best movie of the time, and Don agrees.

April:What the whaaaat? Hold up, Skip. “Jupiter Jim Pluto Vacation 4″ is the best JJ movie of all time.

Donnie:Ranked, by us, just now. So it’s basically official, no arguing.

And they do this thing again. Reflecting each other. Facial expressions, intonations, poses and etc. Haven’t I mentiones that? Mirroring is natural way to build communication. People, who communicate enthusiastically, who have sympathy to each other, feelings of certain nature, unconsciously copy each other's poses.

Direct reflection and close contact have a strong effect. This is used between lovers, people with close relationships or interested in each other.

And you can see that during not only episode, but through the whole series.

Poses, gestures, facial expressions they share constantly. Even if they are apart, they are mirroring each other, showing their bound. Because Apritello is not always about sitting close, holding hands and blushing. Apritello is about staying together even if they are not. It’s about solid foundation, about synergy, about chemistry Donnie and April share. And all of these are not always so obvious and clear, evident. But so realistic nevertheless.

And that’s why they splitted off the fam - they are too close and alike.

I stated it before but DonniexApril team is way more effective than Donniexbrothers team. Donatello and April are equal, worth each other. They are comfortable with each other, their teamwork is amazing.

They are always near, close to each other for the entire episode. Stand up for each other, side by side. They have no need to do team-building, because their sincronization is incredible. April works well together with Donnie, their skills compliment each other.

I love that April in a first place look at Donnie to check is everything alright.

And a cherry on top?

This inviting gesture. Donnie just watched all along how his brothers and April try to throw some cold water on this situation (khem, it slipped). But when April call him with this inviting gesture, he’d like to help.

In other words, he was waitng when April requests for his help.

Composition’s boners

Sometimes it happens during the show, but this episode beat hte score at this point. I say only one word: physics. Or, more precisely, the force of attraction. Or, maybe Mayham.

... Anyway.

Fitting in the type

April can play not so nice against her enemies, she got steady hand and meanness, merciless and reclessness. She’s passionate and kinda badass, sassy - in a positive way, she’s baddest girl who can kick your butt if you mess with her, and she really good at this.

She has a fire, and Donnie likes that. Dee never stated that directly but miss O’Neil impressed him so many times and in different way so it’s kinda pretty obvious.

Just look how Donatello reacted the way April took Raph down a peg. Her actions are elegant, relaxed but really sly. She almost dare Raph to put his flag on top only to bring him down to Earth in really painful way. She destroyed Bros’ team so easily just by waiting a bit and by calling Mayham.

She’s definetely got some pepper.

Pretty cute but baddest, don’t you think?

And Donnie was impressed for sure, he admitted it - “That is fun for me”. He don’t even stand a chance, c’mon: she’s smarass and elegant, she can be mean and cute at the same time.

Even though that’s it for season 1 analysis (the last series is more appropriate to review as part of 2nd season, plus it was a reaally big post, I need some time)

You can refresh this whole situation in the car 1 and the car 2 or follow the hashtag #apritello express as you please. It’s a pleasure of mine, keep in touch :)

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years

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Blurb #9

Pairing- Spencer Reid x Female Reader

CW- none

Author’s Note- this comes from this ask by @leahblackk thanks so much for this love!! it was so much fun to write 💛 also sorry if it looks a little wonky I’m on mobile!!

Word Count— 2K (not really a blurb)

Studies show that the music we listen to at 14 years old is the most influential on our personality and development. Naturally, there’s some exceptions to this. Spencer, for one, tended to listen to classical music or the Beach Boys records his mother had around the house as a teenager. He still can’t listen to jazz without the bittersweet memories of Ethan coming back to haunt him. His music taste, in his opinion, didn’t really develop until Derek made him listen to his CDs on rides during their commute.

It wasn’t until he met his neighbor, Y/N that he learned just how impactful music can be on someone’s life. Spencer, despite Derek and Penelope’s efforts, doesn’t really enjoy modern music. There’s one expectation to that though: Y/N. Everytime she drags him over for late night dinners and movie nights, she always ends up putting a Taylor Swift album on her vintage record player. It’s like a ritual that either comforts her, hypes her up, or softens her heartbreak. Through the months that they’ve been friends, Spencer’s come to enjoy the music nights. There’s something about the way that she sings about love and life that is so familiar to Spencer. The day he realized, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Y/N makes all those magical, heartwarming, Taylor Swift songs make sense.

So everytime he goes over to her apartment, before he knocks he’ll listen for the music. It’s hard to not let his profiling instincts kick when he does this. Thanks to his eidetic memory, Spencer can recognize any of the songs with only a couple seconds of the lyrics.

On a sunny Monday, Spencer listens closely for the record player. He can hear the upbeat, dance tunes of New Romantics. Okay, he thinks. If Y/N is listening to that song, she’s probably happy. So he knocks on the door, a big smile on his face ready to listen to the happiest Taylor Swift songs with the girl he’s pining for and try not to reveal just how much he wants her to love him back.

“Spence! Come on, we’re dancing” Y/N shouts loudly above the music. Spencer doesn’t want to burst her bubble by telling her he doesn’t dance, so he takes her hand and dances his heart away.

In between the jumpy and laughter the song shifts. Y/N must be playing it from her Alexa because the next song is from a different album, Paper Rings comes on next. A song dedicated to the kind of love that probably makes the most sense to Spencer. He’d marry Y/N without any kind of ring- and that’s a terrifying thought.

“I love this song!” Y/N says, closing her eyes and dancing wildly, “You like this one too, right Spence?” she says above the loud music.

Spencer, unable to fully articulate how much he loves this song, decides to grab Y/N by the hand and twirl her around and around. She’s laughing and smiling, happy as she could be. Spencer’s thoughts shift from how beautiful she looks, to how easy this is. How simple loving her could be, but how hard telling her is.

The music slows, turning to Lover, a song that Spencer has dreamt of dancing with Y/N to on a white veiled occasion several times. This must be her happy playlist, Spencer thinks as she pull him close. They’re slow dancing and if Spencer closes his eyes and quiets his mind, he can trick himself into thinking she loves him back. Afterall she holds him like she does.

“I like this one the best,” Spencer whispers, his eyes still closed as he and Y/N sway to the beat of the song, “It’s comforting,” he explains.

“It’s a good wedding song,” Y/N says, resting her head against his shoulder, “like a first dance song,”

“It is,” Spencer says, “It’s actually in the proper beats per second to be a waltz, which is a common dance for a traditional first dance at a wedding,”

“Yeah,” Y/N says, pulling herself in closer to Spencer as she pets small circles into his soft cardigan. The spot where she touches leaves her mark; his heart has belonged to her for awhile now, but Spencer’s ready to give her whatever else she wants, “but dancing like this is also very nice,”

“Hmm,” Spencer says, not trusting himself to say anything else. The music switches again, and Spencer knows the song, probably before even Y/N. Dress comes on and Spencer really isn’t sure how he’ll get through listening to the sultry song that croons about pining after your best friend. Part of him seriously thinks he’s being stalked, because those songs perfectly encapsulate his love and his admiration for the girl next door.

“Oh, I got asked out on a date,” Y/N says, seemingly shocking Spencer out of his daydream, “at the coffee shop. His name is John, he seems nice,” she tells him, sounding a little nervous.

“That’s great, Y/N,” Spencer says, trying to put on a smile for his best friend, but fails to do so, “I’m happy for you,”

“Well it’s, you know. I think I just need to put myself out there and stop waiting around for my wild dreams to come true. Because after all your wildest dreams are just that, dreams,” she says, a little sadly.

“Call me after, Y/N, just to make sure you get home safe,” Spencer requests, he squeezes her hand, in what he hopes can be seen as a friendly gesture, despite him not wanting to let go.

“Of course, Mr. FBI,” Y/N teases, “Alexa, shut up! Hey, Spence, you want to order pizza. It’s been like a week since I watch Long Pond and I’ve got that itch that only listening to This Is Me Trying while stuffing my face with pizza and white wine can fix,”

“Sure, Y/N,” Spencer says, smiling through his heartbreak. He tries to not let Y/N see the tears that prickle in the corners of his eyes when the 1 comes on. It would have been fun, if he could have been Y/N’s “1”. Even in heartbreak, Taylor Swift can capture exactly what Spencer feels.

He almost didn’t bother checking by her apartment because he knew it’s her date with Jake or John, or whatever his name was. Spencer’s not a man to get jealous, he knows that Y/N doesn’t owe him her love just because he loves her. He knows that, but that doesn’t lessen the hurt of her falling for someone other than him.

As he walks by, Spencer’s ears catch the music coming from her apartment. He hears the unrecognizable twangy strum of the guitar and knows it’s going to be back news. Without thinking, Spencer rumages into his pocket, looking for his spare key to Y/N’s apartment. He unlocks the door and is greeted by Y/N’s cat, August, meowing at the door.

“Where’s our girl?” Spencer says, picking up the cat as he slips off his shoes, “hey, Y/N. It’s Spencer. I heard the music and I just thought I’d check in. I thought you were going out on your date?” he asks, finding Y/N curled up on the couch, with piles of tissues littered around her.

“Please, Spence. I’m a mess. I don’t want anyone to see me like this, especially you,” Y/N tells him, mopping her eyes up and petting her lap for August to jump up.

“Hey, hey, honey. You don’t have to worry about being a mess in front of me, I already think you’re amazing,” Spencer says, softly. He tries to gracefully avoid the spoiled tissues, he might be in love with Y/N, but he’s not in love with her used tissues.

“He-he stood me up,” Y/N stutters as a new wave of tears floods her face. Spencer leans over, shutting Alexa off. The sorrow, regretful tunes of Dear John turn off, leaving Spencer with the thought that it probably was an appropriate song to choose.

“I don’t even know why I try any more, Spence” she says, leaning into his body as he puts a comforting and protective arm around her upper half, “it’s useless. I’m doomed to be alone,”

“That’s not true, Y/N,” Spencer says, mumbling into her hair, “not at all. You’re amazing. You’re kind and so smart. You’re beautiful and you have great taste in music. Anybody would be lucky to date you,” he finishes, forgetting himself for a second as he kisses her hair. She smells like green apples and ivory soap.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend,” Y/N says. The emphasis on ‘friend’ giving Spencer a little hope at what she is subtly implying.

“What-what if I wasn’t? What if I wasn’t saying this as just a friend?” Spencer asks, daring to be bold and brave for once in his life. He couldn’t be bold and brave for Y/N, then who is he?

She must be thinking, because Y/N doesn’t say anything. Spencer’s mind instantly switches into full gear, thinking of how he’d get out of here all while sparing his feelings.

“Please don’t say those things, Spencer. Don’t say those things unless you mean it,” Y/N tells him, her voice sounding cold and far off, like she’s trying to put some distance between themselves to protect herself. Spencer’s mind ventures to take it as a good thing, when she doesn’t physically distance herself. She decides to stay with Spencer’s arms wrapped around her upper half and his hands drawing shapes on her back.

“I mean it, Y/N. I really do mean it,” Spencer says, sounding terrified, but feeling braver than ever. “I’d never lie to you about how you make me feel. Not anymore at least,” he explains, waiting for Y/N to respond.

“Can I show you something?” Y/N ask, her voicing sounding an awfully lot like Spencer’s with the mix of fear and tension and love fighting for dominance.

“Of course,” Spencer says, nodding into her hair and letting her go.

He watches and waits as she grabs her phone from the coffee table. Y/N launches her music app, but covers her phone so Spencer can’t see which playlist she’s choosing. Y/N has very curated Taylor Swift playlists kko that help her to either middle through her dark days or celebrate her happy ones.

The music starts and just within the first few notes Spencer can tell which song is playing. “Gold Rush,” he asks, of course getting it correct and making Y/N smile.

“I knew I kept you around for a reason,” Y/N says, scooting in closer to Spencer so his chin rests over her head. “I don’t think you’ve heard this playlist yet,” she says, handing him her phone.

Spencer looks at the phone, reading the playlist title Songs That Remind Me of Spencer, but ends up having to do a double take.

“This song always reminded me of you, Spence. I think it just captures how beautiful you are and how scared I am that you’ll find someone that will make you feel that way. Someone that’s more beautiful and better for you—“

Spencer can’t hear it anymore so he does something that was only a figment of his imagination: he kisses Y/N. He holds her head in his hands, brushing gently on her temples. It’s wonderful and magical, and Spencer thinks that he could kiss her for his whole life. He wants to know what makes her whimper and whine or make her flush. He wants to know everything about her because he is her 1, just as she is his.

“You made a playlist for me?” Spencer says, breaking away from Y/N’s lips to kiss her face. All over her forehead, her cheeks and eyes. He kisses her like he can’t get enough and is only encouraged by Y/N giggles for approval.

“Of course I did, Spence. You’re just everything to me and I couldn’t quite say it myself. So I left it up to the best songwriter I know,”

“I’ll make you one, today. Tomorrow, everyday,” Spencer says, kissing Y/N’s hands and wrists, “I just want to make you happy and know how loved you are. Because I love you, Y/N” Spencer says

“Spence,” Y/N says, not quite able to articulate how much she loves him, kisses his forehead, “I love you. God. I love you so much. And I may or may not have re-written Hey Stephen as Hey Spencer,”

#spencer reid #spencer reid blurbs #Spencer Reid x reader

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rrazor · 3 years

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fructose | m. atsumu

tags: babies

“ouuh!”

atsumu makes grabby hands towards you from his place on the gym floor. kita had called you to come to the gym while you were studying in the library, waiting for volleyball practice to end so that you and atsumu could go home together. when you make it there, you’re surprised to see atsumu, osamu and even suna, on the gym floor, regressed to about a mere ten months old.

“um, what happened?”

“we don’t really know either,” omimi says.

“kita-san’s grandma made him daifuku this morning,” ginjima starts. “he shared them with all of us, but for some weird reason, only the twins and suna got turned into kids.”

you make your way to the pile of babies on the floor, bringing atsumu into your arms. suna’s watching something on a cellphone. osamu’s sitting in aran’s lap as he feeds him a banana.

“mmm!” osamu squeals.

“slow down, the banana’s not going anywhere but your stomach,” aran sighs.

you look down at atsumu in your arms. “ouuh!” he babbles. he’s adorable, but a little grumpy—small brows furrowed, pout on his lips. supporting his bum, you rest him against your chest, rubbing his back and kissing his forehead.

“fuu,” he sighs, a soft smile on his face, finally in your arms. he paws at your face, wanting more attention, so you leave little pecks on his face as he giggles.

“they’re all so cute! especially you!” you tickle atsumu’s stomach and your heart melts at his giggles. “where’d kita-san go?”

“to get the coach,” akagi says, sitting down next to you. “he sure looks a lot less intimidating as a little brat.”

“buu!” atsumu tries to wack akagi, stretching his little arm out, but akagi simply grabs onto his small hand, moving it up and down like one would do to a dog doing the handshake trick. you laugh as atsumu frowns, glaring at akagi with his large, golden brown eyes.

“oh! i have strawberries.” taking off your backpack while supporting atsumu in your arms, you take out a small container of berries, opening them. atsumu’s eyes glimmer at the treat.

“uuooh!” he exclaims, patting at your arm.

“yeah, strawberries!”

he smiles, giggling in anticipation.

“mmm! haahmm!” osamu paddles his arms, drooling at the sight of sweet berries. aran takes a deep breath, and picks him up, sitting osamu next to your knees. atsumu pouts, pushing on osamu’s head to get him away from the strawberries that were clearly, in his eyes, for him only. the twins do their best to wack at each other as you and aran deflect their hits towards one another to prevent tears.

“num,” suna coos, crawling up your lap.

“oh!” you support a hand on his back as he wobbles on his little legs and he smiles at you. you smile back, offering a strawberry for him. atsumu turns his head, seeing the world burn before him as one of his precious strawberries leaves for someone else. osamu takes the chance to grab one for himself, and he’s just about to shove the whole thing in his mouth before aran stops him.

“you’ll choke!”

you giggle, loving how cute and soft they all were; easy smiles, small hands and sparkly eyes. atsumu turns back to osamu, small hands tightening their hold on your school sweater as his bottom lip quivers. those were his! you brought them for him!! why were people taking them?!

“woah!” ginjima exclaims, bringing out his phone as atsumu starts crying, face in your chest.

you bring atsumu up to rest his head on your shoulder as he continues to cry. “atsumu? don’t cry, sweetie.” you pet at his hair, kissing his cheek. atsumu buries his face in your shoulder, small body quivering.

suna sits on the floor, munching on his strawberry as he looks at atsumu. “fufu,” he laughs, pointing at atsumu.

“you’re a mean one, ain’tcha?” akagi smirks.

osamu pays his sobbing brother no mind as he reaches out for another strawberry. aran holds out his half-eaten banana for him. “you haven’t even finished this yet! where are you getting all this stomach volume from?!”

you laugh softly, rubbing at atsumu’s back to console him. “c’mon, ‘tsumu, i still have some strawberries for you, ‘kay?”

he sniffles, lifting his head up. your heart swells with how endearing he looks. you kiss away the remainder of his tears as he starts smiling again. bringing up the container of berries, you offer them to him. he grabs one, before looking up at you and offering the sweet treat for you.

“hnnm?”

your heart goes into overdrive. who knew atsumu could be such a downright cutie as a baby? you wish you had enough arms to take a picture of the moment. “thank you, ‘tsumu,” you say, brushing his bangs away to kiss his forehead. you take a small bite of the strawberry before insisting he eat too. a smile stretches across his darling face as he nods and finally starts eating.

“mmm!”

“good, yeah?”

“goo.”

you laugh softly at his reply. osamu comes up and pats his brother on the head.

“goo,” he mimics.

atsumu swats his hand away. osamu tries to steal his berry.

atsumu ends up hogging all the strawberries, only sharing them with you. osamu goes back to eating his banana, with an exasperated aran acting as his banana holder. suna decides to nap, resting on a pile of jerseys.

“well, what do we have here?”

everyone turns around. amused smile on his face, coach kurosu assesses the situation. “now i didn’t think you were lying, shinsuke, but this is a bit strange.”

kita sighs, “i apologize, but i don’t know how to fix this.”

“what if you fed them another piece?” you ask.

“nah,” ginjima shakes his head. “some of us had two, or even three.”

oh. you look down at atsumu, strawberry juice on his cheeks. reaching into your backpack, you wrestle out a packet of tissues to clean him up and offer some to aran too.

“should we ask your grandmother?” omimi asks, looking at kita, who nods, grabbing his cellphone.

“what about all the baby stuff?” riseki says, face is riddled with concern. “they’ll need diapers and things, right? we can’t leave them like that.”

everyone looks down at the babies. he’s right; they couldn’t stay bundled in their jerseys all night.

the team splits up. you, aran and akagi are left on babysitting duty as the others go out to get necessary supplies.

(“how are we getting the money for this?” riseki whispers.

“it’s fine,” omimi says. “our club budget is sizable thanks to the twins.”)

when the three babies are changed into more appropriate clothing, you find out that kita’s grandma didn’t have a clear answer—but it was food after all, so maybe, with some time, the food would pass through their digestive system and they’d be back to normal, she mused. the coach decides to heed kita’s grandma’s advice to watch the situation for now. he tells everyone to let him know of any changes.

(“why didja get dinosaur themed clothes?” akagi asks. “we’re foxes.”

“that’s all they had,” ginjima scoffs.)

it’s only 4:30pm, but you offer to babysit so the rest of the team can continue with practice. you change into your gym clothes in case things get messy.

(“i’m sorry,” kita said.

you shake your head. “i kinda like this. and we’re lucky it’s a weekend tomorrow too!”

aran laughs. “well, at least if they start arguing like kids, they’ll look the part.”

kita smiles, shoulders feeling less heavy.)

atsumu sits between your legs, playing with your fingers as suna continues to nap on his pile of jerseys with one draped over him. osamu plays with a spare volleyball on your right. you reach into your backpack, finding a packet of stickers and offer it to the twins. osamu takes one and sticks it onto his volleyball.

“nnnm?” atsumu says, looking at the pink heart sticker stuck on his finger.

“it’s a sticker, ‘tsumu. you can decorate things with them,” you explain softly.

he sticks it onto the back of your hand and you do the same on his. “now we match!”

atsumu beams, giggling. “kya!”

you laugh, kissing his cheek. he holds onto your hand, admiring the matching stickers when a ball hits the side of your leg.

“ouh!” osamu bounces on his bum, waving his arms and hands. you push the ball back and start a rally of back and forth with osamu, who giggles at the fun.

“hnnnmmm…..buuu.”

you look down at atsumu. “are you getting tired, ‘tsumu? do you want to take a nap with suna?”

he shakes his head, holding onto your fingers as he crawls further into your lap, resting his head on your chest. he taps your other arm that’s pushing the volleyball. confused, you bring your hand in and atsumu takes it to wrap around his body as he cuddles into you. you squeal internally at his adorable behaviour, but osamu pouts. he gets on all fours, crawling over to you and up your arm as he holds himself up on his shoulders.

“hello!” you chirp.

he takes a breath. “weeoo,” he says.

you bite your lip, not wanting to laugh at the weird sound he made. atsumu looks up and isn’t happy that you aren’t focused on him, so he gets up too.

“nyea!” he shouts, as if saying ‘see? i can do that too!’

you smile. “you did it!”

atsumu huffs, proud. osamu gets bored and sits back down, crawling over to suna and lying down next to him. you turn your attention back to atsumu as osamu settles in.

“so, what’s next? are you hungry again?”

“ouh!”

“hm?”

atsumu pats at his forehead, before pursing his lips. you laugh, grinning into the kiss you put on his forehead. atsumu smiles too, cheeks pink. “ehehe,” he giggles. oh, if only atsumu would always be this honest. he asks for another one, this time by patting his hands over his lips. you oblige, but no sooner than you do, a puff of cream coloured gas—smoke?—erupts in your face before you’re left with atsumu back in his original size. nude.

“eh?”

“gross. put some clothes on,” akagi grimaces.

“what the—?” atsumu looks down. “oh, for fuck’s sake.”

“don’t swear!” you admonish.

“get dressed, you freak!” ginjima yells.

“huh?! why can’t i swear?” he retorts. “and shut up, you don’t have to tell me!”

“guys!” you whisper-yell. “be quiet!’

too late. suna startles and starts crying at the sudden noise, waking osamu. you rush over to them, hoping the warmness on your cheeks from atsumu’s sudden nudity leaves you soon.

“hey, don’t cry!” you coo, picking up suna, rocking him in your arms as kita comes over to console osamu.

“the hell?” atsumu gripes. “shouldn’t you be holding me, babe?”

you huff at him, patting on suna’s back. “maybe if you weren’t so loud, i would be!”

“get dressed, atsumu.”

as kita berates atsumu, another cream cloud puffs up. this time, a crushing weight comes with it as you collapse with the weight of suna’s body on yours. you’re stiff as a board as suna props himself up, lifting his head from your shoulder.

you blush, putting your arms over your face. “i can’t see anything!”

suna gets off you, perturbed. “what hap—?”

“get dressed,” akagi huffs, throwing his jersey over his head.

“suna, you ass—!” atsumu swears, but shuts up when kita glares at him.

kita places osamu down on the floor, having deduced the next ‘transformation’. just as he does, osamu is returned to his original size through another puff of smoke. kita hands osamu’s jersey to him and he gets dressed without any fuss.

you sigh, finally the ruckus was over.

“so, what happened?” osamu asks.

kita gives the three of them a basic rundown of the events. they all find it weird, skeptical. ginjima pulls out his phone to show them the pictures but they aren’t there. he swears they were. the twins think they’re being pranked and suna does too, thinking he was probably just a casualty for the greater good.

lifting your hand, you point to the back of it. “you stuck a sticker on me, ‘tsumu. there’s one on you, too. and i bought those yesterday so you haven’t seen them yet.”

everyone’s gaze is directed at your matching pink heart stickers. atsumu blushes a little. “well, maybe you aren’t lying,” he mutters.

“whipped,” osamu coughs.

“moron,” suna yawns.

atsumu’s blush darkens, but before he can say anything, aran does.

“how were we supposed to give all three of you temporary memory loss?”

everyone decides to drop it and kita ends practice early, thinking that his grandma may have been right in saying that the gods really were watching. he wonders what they meant by all of this, if there was any reason at all.

“you know, i kinda miss you being a cute little baby, ‘tsumu.”

“yeah?” he grabs onto your hand as you walk home together. he hasn’t removed the pink heart sticker.

you snicker. “widdol baby achumu weally wiked forehead kisses you know.”

“oh, shut up,” he mutters, heavy blush across his face.

you hold onto his arm, snuggling into it. “s’okay, i’ll just have to give you forehead kisses forever.”

he squeezes your hand, grin breaking across his face as he looks at you with hooded eyes. “i’ll hold you to that, babe.”

you giggle, tugging on his shirt lightly. he leans down, kissing you.

he tastes like strawberries.

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #atsumu x you

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igotbulletproof-insomnia · 3 years

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Adopting Bangtan 09

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AN UNLIKELY WEDDING

You bit your lip as you stared at your phone. You had an email from Jimin and Taehyung’s mother. Song Jieun was your old coworker who you had adored, but who also tricked you into taking care of her children so that she could get married without worry. Your respect and opinion of her had gone down significantly with that move, but you… didn’t exactly understand, but you did appreciate that she gave her children to someone who could properly take care of them instead of leaving them to fend for themselves which had seemed to be her original plan.

What’s wrong?” Seokjin looked up from the video game he was playing, ignoring the cut scene he had watched a dozen times before now to focus on you. You could hear the younger boys playing in their bedroom, the sounds of legos clattering and mouth-made explosions louder than what their closed bedroom door could block off. They were sounds that had become familiar in the past six months, sounds that used to be made by one child and were nowhere near this boisterous.

“Nothing,” you shrugged while you scrolled through the email a second time and tried to sort out your feelings. Seokjin’s stare burned into your cheek and rolled your eyes. “I mean it, nothing is wrong. Just…” You could feel your face twisting into a dissatisfied expression and tried to relax it back into something more neutral. There were times when you found you could rely on the eldest of your children, and times when you thought it was better to keep things to yourself, and you weren’t sure which one this was.

“Someone emailed me,” you hedge. “I’m just trying to decide how I feel.”

“That’s your worried face,” said Seokjin. “You only make that face about work and about us. But you also whine when you’re worried about work, so it’s about us, isn’t it? Which one of the kids is failing school?”

“No one is failing school,” you laugh. “Namjoon could be doing better, but I’m certain he just doesn’t care as much as his teachers want him to. Neither does Yoongi…. You know, as a teacher myself, I should probably be more concerned.”

“You’re appropriately concerned,” Seokjin reassured you. “Why should you worry about things you can’t control? You’re just going to age faster.”

“You’re going to stop calling me old one day.”

“Lying isn’t healthy,”

“Says the kid who lied his way into adoption.”

“I took advantage of my situation. That’s not lying, that’s cunning.”

“I didn’t raise you like this,” you say, standing.

“No, but that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? I’m raising myself, six kids, and my guardian. I can’t tell if I’m doing a piss poor job or not.”

“Language, Kim Seokjin!”

“Dinner, seonsaengnim!” he shouted back. The problem was, you aren’t sure if he successfully distracted you from your concerns or if you successfully distracted him from you.

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Song Jieun’s email bothered you intermittently throughout the week. It’s not like you forgot she existed. You’ve received a hefty sum into your bank account every month for taking care of the boys, enough to make you wonder exactly why her new husband didn’t want to take care of them when he would probably be spending a lot less money if they were under his own roof. So no, Song Jieun wasn’t someone you forgot existed unlike like you could the rest of your kids’ parents, she just… wasn’t relevant. So it bothered you that she was trying to make herself relevant now, after six months of silence.

“You’re doing the thing again,” Seokjin poked your face. You startled, unaware that he had approached, but thankfully kept your coffee mug full. “What are you so worried about?”

“Nothing,” you say for the umpteenth time that week. “I’m not worried about anything.”

“You’ve been ‘not-worried’ since last Thursday,” Seokjin argued.

“So then why do you keep asking me what’s wrong?” You didn’t have to turn to see the weighted stare he gave you, you could feel it. That was the thing about your kids, all of them. They had a way of making you feel like you were the one in trouble, you were the one being raised instead of the other way around. Some days you were convinced that they were the ones keeping you around, explicitly for financial reasons.

“If you’re just going to insist on being stubborn,” Seokjin sighed. He poured two cups of coffee, one for himself and one for Yoongi, and turned the kettle on for Namjoon. The other boys would be zombie-walking their way into the kitchen for breakfast soon, so you and Seokjin set to work preparing leftovers from dinner a few nights ago.

“Song Jieun wants to visit the boys,” after a long, silent moment, you finally admit your concern. The kettle was puffing it’s pre-whistle warning, so you turned it off, sitting the pot on its wicker table mat until Namjoon made his way to the table.

“Who’s Song Jieun?” asked Seokjin. “Which boy? Not me, right?”

“No, of course not you, silly. You won’t even tell me your parents’ names. How am I supposed to know when they come to visit?”

“Trust me, they won’t,” Seokjin’s tone left no room for discussion, just a sad or regretful sort of resentment.

“If you say so,” you shrugged off your curiosity, familiar with how closed-off this kid got when it came to his home life before you. “Song Jieun is Taehyung’s mom and Jimin’s stepmom.”

“The coworker who tricked you into adopting them?”

“That’s what you got out of that?”

“Isn’t that what happened?”

“That’s besides the point,”

“That is the point.”

“What’s what point?” Namjoon shuffled into the kitchen.

“Our guardian is trying to decide if the twins should see their mother.” Seokjin answered.

“That’s not what I said,”

“That’s what you were going to say.”

“Everyone else gets nice, obedient, adoring children,” you grumbled. “I get sassy monsters who boss me around.”

“You raised us like this,” Namjoon said absently.

“I did not, you raised yourselves.”

“Same thing,” both boys speak in unison.

“I’m giving you two away.”

“Good luck living with Yoongi without us,” Seokjin shrugged. “You’ll be begging me to come back by the end of the week.”

“Joke’s on you, this is the end of the week.”

“My point still stands.”

“Okay, I quit, I won’t win this one,” you literally throw your hands in the air.”

“Good,” Jin grins at you in that cheeky way he’s mastered, taunting you.

“So what’s this about the twin’s mom though?” asked Namjoon. “I thought she…” he trailed off, but you understood what he was saying, or rather, what he didn’t want to say. I thought she didn’t want them.

“Yes and no,” you say. “She just… it’s… not exactly complicated, not if I were in her position, but… let’s just say, some people are stupid and not everyone has the same priorities.”

“Song Jieun chose to make herself happy over taking care of her kids?” Seokjin translated. “She didn’t want to take them to live with her new husband?”

“More or less,” You agree, taking note of the bitterness in his tone.

“You’re not allowed to get married,” Namjoon mumbled from the table.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not allowed to leave us or get rid of us because you want to be married,” Namjoon repeated. He’s obviously still half asleep from the way he lays his head down in his arms, but your heart clenches just a little bit from the casual desperation he speaks with.

“If I were to get married,” you said, “my future spouse would know that they come in eighth place anyway. I’m not getting rid of you, even your original parents would have to fight me. God will have to fight me.”

“But you’re still not allowed,” said Namjoon.

“Drink your tea, you’re talking crazy,” said Seokjin. “Our guardian will have to actually date first, and we all know that won’t happen.”

“The disrespect, I tell you!”

It’s after breakfast and during the chaos of getting seven young boys dressed and prepared for school when Seokjin knocks on your bedroom door frame, wearing an anxious expression.

“... Can I talk to you for a moment?”

“What’s up?” you asked. Seokjin walked fully into the room and closed the door.

“About… the twins? I… I don’t know what you’re thinking about, and that’s valid, but… I think you should maybe let them see her?” Seokjin didn’t fidget like the rest of the kids did. He leaned against the door, arms crossed and focused his eyes fully on you. It was moments like these when you realized exactly how mature your eldest was, and you recognized that most of it wasn’t because of you. Namjoon and Yoongi were you. Seokjin had probably been raising himself for longer than he’s lived with you.

“Okay,” you said.

“I just… if it was me, I would want to know that she still cared, right? And she does, I guess. You mentioned that she sends them money, and she wrote you a letter asking forgiveness, so that has to mean something. I just don’t want them feeling abandoned like the rest of us. Not if they don’t have to.”

“I’m just worried that it will confuse them even more,” you admitted. “It took weeks before Jimin would talk to us openly. Jieun-ssi isn’t going to stay. She’ll come for an afternoon or a day, take the kids out, spoil them, and then bring them back here, and they’ll both be wondering why. And I don’t know how to answer that question.”

“With the truth, obviously,” Seokjin rolled his eyes. “You’re always straight-forward with us. Why should this be any different?” Because they’re younger than you were. Because they were given away, not abandoned. Because their parent still cares from a distance. Because I don’t like making you all cry. Because picking up pieces has never been fun.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you said instead. “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay,” Seokjin nodded, and you can see him visibly deflate, relieved to be finished with the conversation. “That’s all I wanted to say. Don’t forget to take your lunch with you.”

“Make sure all the kids have theirs,” you countered.

“It’s funny because you thought I didn’t already do that,”

“I love you, Kim Seokjin,” was your response.

“I love you too, I guess.”

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Your talk with Seokjin gave you a new perspective, but you still felt apprehensive about everything. You just didn’t like the idea of hurting Jimin and Taehyung any more than they already have been. What type of guardian would you be if you just let them walk back into heartbreak? What if this was just a one-time visit and Song Jieun never came to see her children again? What do you do when the boys ask to see her again? You had been lucky that you only had to have one conversation about not being able to take the boys to see their mother in the last six months, but if Jieun could make the time and the trip to come visit, then what will be your excuse now? What if this visit was actually a prelude to taking the boys back home with her?

Oh.

Huh.

So that was the real problem then. You didn’t want the boys to leave you. As much as you groaned and complained about taking in so many kids -- usually just to yourself, but sometimes your stress got the better of you in front of the kids -- you loved them. Each one of them, you loved and adored them and the thought of any of them leaving you or being taken away hurt. Not only that, but where in the hell would any of those parents get off, what right did any of them have to come to you and even fix their mouths to ask you for “their” kid back? You had words prepared for each and every so-called “parent” of all seven of your boys, copies of your lost child police reports, drafts of parental rights transfer papers, the phone number for several NCPA lawyers, and a fist just itching to make contact.

But what if Taehyung and Jimin preferred to be with Jieun anyway? She is their mother. She raised them for years, even if she was Jimin’s stepmother. You’ve only had the “twins” as you and the older boys had taken to calling them, for six months. Why would they want to stay with you?

“Okay, but she didn’t say she wants to take the kids,” you told yourself against the slew of depressing thoughts. You retrieved your phone from your pocket and opened your emails. Finally pressed reply. “She just wants to visit. A visit is… safe. It’ll be okay.”

Probably.

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Later that day you received a new email. Song Jieun will be in town that weekend. Tomorrow.

It took a lot of effort for you not to swear and make plans to take the kids out of town.

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Song Jieun was pretty. She wasn’t particularly tall or “skinny” like what TV liked to portray, but she was hippy and had a cute face and short hair that she curled most days. She favored dresses with blazers or oversized sweaters and skinny jeans, with pale makeup and dark pink lipsticks. It was easy to pick her out at the cafe she asked to meet at. She sat alone off to the side, a coffee already in front of her, but two plates with fruit-decorated cakes were also placed nearby. You considered telling her that the boys weren’t allowed any sweets right now. It wouldn’t have been a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. They weren’t allowed sweet things like cakes until after dinner and only when they behaved well. Still, you decided that was just your frustration and jealousy talking. You didn’t want to punish the two boys because of their mother, so you bite your tongue and hold your bitterness and let it go.

“Jieun-ssi,” you greet uselessly, as the moment Taehyung and JImin saw her they sprinted across the room to tackle the woman in hugs. Jieun’s smile stretched across her face and she cooed and made cute noises as she greeted her sons in return. You felt something creep in your chest that felt a lot like jealousy. But you weren’t jealous. You couldn’t be. You just hugged them this morning when they tried to tickle you awake. You held both of their hands from your house to the cafe. You had nothing to be jealous of, they were your kids now.

“How have you been?” Jieun asked when you sat down across from her. Jimin and Taehyung were already seated and digging into the cakes she bought for them. You barely had a chance to answer before your chatterbox was rattling off every activity he’s done for the last six months to his mother. Jimin grinned and threw in his two-cent’s worth every few minutes, but generally let Taehyung carry the conversation for him. And you, in spite of all of the emotions pressing on your chest and clouding your judgement and making you really, really want to shake Song Jieun, you enjoy yourself. You watch your boys -- your boys -- smile and chatter and sing and show off for their mother. You wonder if they’ll be okay going home, if you’ll have tears to clean up later, or arguments to break up, or just pieces to sort out and glue, but right now the kids are happy, and right now, that’s what you’ll enjoy.

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Taehyung climbed into your bed that night. He should have been asleep an hour ago at least, you’re sure, but he’s seemed to have a lot on his mind since this afternoon, and you’ve been letting the kid have his own space to figure out his thoughts. As hyper as he normally is, Taehyung is also prone to moments where he just sits and fiddles and thinks and you’ve learned that it doesn’t do any good to bother him about it.

“Can’t sleep?” Taehyung shook his head as he slid across the blankets to bury his face into your shirt. You curled an arm around his shoulders and held him close.

“Mommy…” Taehyung started and trailed off. “Is Mommy happy without me?”

It felt like your heart stopped with the words of his question, but you continued to brush his hair with your fingers. It was a difficult question to answer. You wanted to be honest, but you also didn’t want to hurt him. Unfortunately, there weren’t too many ways to answer without hurting Taehyung one way or another.

“What do you mean?” Taehyung was quiet for another short moment before he spoke again.

“Mommy… didn’t seem sad. And she said she’ll see us another time. And… she got married, but she didn’t want to keep me and Jiminie… So I started wondering… is she happy now? Happier than she was before when it was just me and her and Jiminie? Did we -- I don’t think -- I --” And the kid seemed to break then, all of the tears that hadn’t been shed for six months seeming to finally culminate into an emotional outburst. You shushed him, holding him just a little more tightly, and the fingers in his hair moved down to stroke his back. This was the thing you had wanted to avoid, and while part of you felt satisfied to be right, most of you just fought your own tears. It hurt to see one of your kids so hurt. You aren’t a stranger to crying children, but this emotional distress was something that never got better. You thought that maybe Jieun had talked to the boys beforehand, maybe Taehyung had dealt with his emotions before he came to live with you and that was why he seemed so well-adjusted. Clearly, Taehyung had just been living in denial, or maybe with the belief that his mother would come back for him “later,” that you were only a temporary home.

“This isn’t your fault, Taetae,” you murmured. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Sometimes… sometimes adults make hard decisions. We think we’re doing the right thing and… sometimes it’s hard to see if we’ve made the right choice or not.” You sighed, picking through your words super carefully. “I think… I think that your mother made what she thought was the best decision for both herself and for you and Jimin. She believed she would be happy with her new husband. But she did not believe you and Jiminie would be happy. So she put you somewhere that you could be. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, but I’m still sad,” Taehyung cried harder.

“I know,” you said, “and that’s okay. I would be sad too.”

“I just want my mommy back,”

“I know.”

“I don’t want you to get married,” Taehyung said suddenly, long after his sobs had calmed down. Tears still fell, but slowly now. “I don’t want you to send me away too.”

“If you listen to your Jinnie-hyung, he says that won’t happen because I don’t date anyway.”

“Mommy didn’t date for a long time… and then she did. And then she got married.”

“I won’t get rid of you even if I did get married, Taetae,” you told him.

“You’re still not allowed to get married,” he argued. “Or date. You have to be mine forever and ever, okay?”

“No matter what, I will be yours forever and ever,” you agreed.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” Taehyung asked. “I'm comfy and you make me not sad.”

“Of course,” you said. “You’re comfy like a teddy bear, I don’t want you to go.”

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In the morning, Taehyung was bouncing off the walls, screaming as he chased Jungkook around the house. Jimin was curled into a corner of the sofa, giggling while he watched his brothers play and encouraging Taehyung in his antics. You could hardly tell that Taehyung had an emotional breakdown the previous night. You knew he was far from being “over” his feelings about his mother, he was only eight and the feelings were complicated. But he was happy for now and that made you happy. You’ll deal with the noise and the chaos and shout at the kids yet again about running inside where things were breakable including themselves as long as they kept smiling.

Surprisingly, it was Namjoon who came knocking at your door after bedtime that night. Similar to Taehyung, he didn’t speak or ask permission, just closed the door behind him and slid into your bed. Buried himself beneath the blankets and stuck his head beneath the pillow and tucked his gangly limbs into a ball. You were familiar with these moods, but haven’t seen one in years, not since you took in Seokjin. So you finished the chapter you had been reading, turned off the light, and sank down to lay your head on your pillows. Similar to Taehyung, Namjoon would speak when he was ready, when he found the right words to use to express his feelings.

“You really won’t get married, right?” Namjoon whispered beneath the pillow next to you. His voice was heavily muffled, but you’d been waiting for him to speak for some time. You just didn’t expect for him to continue a joke conversation from several days ago.

“What’s wrong with me getting married?” you asked.

“If you get married, you’ll have to get rid of us.”

“There is no world where I will give up any of you just to get married, Namjoon.”

“But that’s what happens, isn’t it?” said Namjoon. “Adults… if they aren’t married, but they have kids… they get rid of them so that they can date. Because kids get in the way. Because it’s stupid to take care of other people’s kids.”

“Why does it sound like you just called me stupid?” Your sarcasm probably wasn’t appropriate for the moment, but the words slipped before you thought about it.

“We’re really lucky to have you, we know that,” said Namjoon. “But that just means --”

“Namjoon, I’m going to stop you right there,” you cut him off before he finishes. You remove the pillow from his face so that he can hear you clearly, and card your fingers through his hair. “I didn’t create any of you. I didn’t ask for any of you. But I have you. And I love you. I adore you. I will tear apart skies, drain oceans, and vanquish God if it will keep you all safe and happy, okay? If your parents ever come back for you, I will press charges against them and make it so that they can never look at you, let alone hurt you ever again, do you understand me, Kim Namjoon? You and Yoongi and Jungkook and Seokjin and Hoseok and Taehyung and Jimin, you’re all mine. You’re my kids, all seven of you, and I will be damned if any lover or spouse, or anything at all, comes between me and you. I don’t say that because it sounds good -- although seriously, you have to admit that this is one of my better speeches,” -- at that, Namjoon giggled, the noise muted and soft, but a win was a win -- “but I say these things because I mean them. I will put a brick in the hospital for you, Joonie.” You hesitate, but continue anyway. “If it weren’t for you, I may have left the country at the end of that year. Teaching is fun, but I wasn’t super happy before. But then you asked me to take you home and you were so cute that I got attached almost immediately. I didn’t want to take you to the police and have them send you to your parents. I liked having someone to come home to. I liked taking care of you. Most people go get a pet or a lover when they’re feeling lonely, but here’s me, collecting kids like you’re pokemon cards.”

“No one collects pokemon cards anymore,”

“What, is Yu-Gi-Oh back in style?”

“What even is that?”

“The coolest card game ever. Period.” Namjoon laughs again, and you feel accomplished.

“It’s not that cool if I’ve never heard of it,” Namjoon argues.

“Joonie. I love you. But even I know you aren’t the coolest among your classmates.”

“I’m the coolest out of all my friends!”

“I won’t argue about that. I’m also sure that in your group of friends, ‘coolest’ means ‘knows the biggest words and has the best grades.’”

“You’re just jealous,”

“Absolutely. I wish I knew as many words as you do. Imagine how much fun I’d have fussing at you kids in Smart People language!”

“Why are you like this?”

“Please, other kids wish they had someone as cool as me taking care of them.”

Namjoon cuddled closer to you in the bed, laying his head on your shoulder and gripping your pajama shirt. You spend a few minutes massaging his scalp, a soothing gesture for you just as much as it is for him. After a few minutes, you begin drifting off, believing Namjoon is on the verge of sleep as well.

“Are you really okay?” he asks. “With taking care of all of us? You don’t… want to go back home?”

“I am home, silly,” you flick the side of his head gently. “I love you. And even if I wanted to go back to my home country, don’t think I won’t take each one of you with me. I said you’re mine. I mean it.”

“Okay.”

And it’s not that you don’t believe him, but you know your kid. You know he internalizes things and finds convoluted ways to take blame for other peoples’ problems, including your own. You know it will be a while yet before he truly accepts and believes you when you say you want to keep him and enjoy taking care of him. But you also know that he wants to believe you and he’s trying. You idly wonder if you’ll have to have some sort of discussion in the morning, an announcement over breakfast that no children will be displaced in the event of an unlikely wedding. You dismiss the thought, deciding it was more likely to incite panic and give you a headache more than anything else.

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Afternoon Delight

Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ SEE YA MINORS, smut but like soft smut, oral sex (m), masturbation (f), unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming, blood, vampire stuff, Max Phillips is a warning lol

A/N: Yes I 100% think Max would want his name in your phone to be Vamp Daddy and no I will not be taking questions about it at this time. BUT here’s another smut piece about my vampire husband, because I love him.

(Tagging @jettia because apparently she likes pain and wanted to read this if I ended up posting it)

Max Phillips is annoying. Not a joke, or an exaggeration, just a fact. He’s smarmy, sleazy, sneaky, manipulative, seductive, exhausting, and all yours. As much as his “management style” (re: turning everyone into vampires), may seem unethical or out-of-the-box, he really knew how to turn a company around. Surprisingly, when he isn’t being a total frat boy asshole, he’s also a pretty awesome boyfriend.

Yeah, sometimes you gotta remind him that no Max that isn’t funny or say that again and it’s a stake to the heart and the dick, but overall you know you love him and he loves you. He’d kill for you, literally. So when you hadn’t received your morning “show me your boobs, babe” wake-up text, you knew something was up.

With his cocky attitude and air of self-assurance, you’ve never seen anything really make Max sweat. Not until two nights ago when he said his bosses, the big bag vamps, were coming down for a branch visit today. You glance over at your phone to check the time and saw it was almost lunchtime for you both and decide to shoot him a quick text.

You: I know yours came in today but how’s my big bad vamp doing? xxx

Vamp Daddy🧛🏻‍♂️: :(((((((((((((

You: Is someone in the need for......

Vamp Daddy🧛🏻‍♂️: yes

You: an afternoon delight?

You: You could have let me finish, but okay.

Grateful you were working from home today, you sent off a final email and decided to take a half day, knowing Max would really need some help to relax.

You slinked off to your bedroom and changed out of your work-appropriate but very casual matching sweat set to slip into one of Max’s favourite sundresses you have- a deep cranberry with black lace around the bottom and on the chest highlighting your boobs, Max’s favourite, and the length hitting just above your knees made it “easy access” in his words. You keep your natural Zoom meeting makeup on and opt for a quick swipe of your favourite deep red lipstick to match the dress, ready to make Max’s afternoon.

Walking into the familiar office building you can immediately feel the energy is off. Not that it wasn’t always weird, since almost everyone in here was dead, but today it was even worse. Too quiet, too cold. You almost wanted to crack a “jeez, who died?” joke to lighten the mood, but you got the feeling today was not the day and walked right into Max’s office.

“Awww baby, what’s all this?” You coo as you glide over to him. What a sight he is. He’s sitting in his big office chair with his head right on the desk, long arms splayed out in front of him making his big hands hang over the desk’s edge. A total look of defeat. Hearing your voice Max’s head shoots up and immediately you’re hit with a classic Phillips pout, puppy dog eyes in full effect. “Baaaaabe,” he whines while making grabby hands at you until you’re finally within reach.

Pulling you into his lap, he buries his face in your neck, rubbing his nose up and down the column of your throat as your hands make their way into his hair, massaging his scalp. “Maxie, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You’re only met with a heavy sigh as he takes his head and burrows between your boobs, “Everything,” he mumbles against your chest. “They loved my presentation, but hated the office,” he grumbles.

“Well, that’s easy to fix, we can go out this weekend and get some new decor to liven up the place,” you grin and start really going to town on his scalp making Max almost purr and lean into your touch more. Before you could offer more support he started shaking his head, motorboating you but you could tell his heart wasn’t in it.

“No babe,” he sulks, finally lifting his head up to meet your eyes again, “they hated everyone in the office. Said Andrew was weird and Dave had an ‘offputting’ quality. He’s dead! Almost all of us are dead! What do they expect? And that’s not even the worst part!!!” He moans, “he hated everyone, but liked Evan?” You actually gasp, no one likes Evan. He’s so mopey and annoying, especially after Max bounced back from Evan almost murdering him, showing up to work the following Monday as if nothing happened. “Oh baby, that doesn’t make any fucking sense, I’m so sorry,” you soothe him as your hands move from his hair and start to make their way down to his belt.

Realizing what you’re doing, Max’s whole mood changes. Smirking, he puts on a much more playful pout, “yeah baby,” he coos, “it’s been real hard. But now that you’re here something else has got real hard too, and I think I know how to fix that.” You slide off his lap and onto the floor quickly, Max lifting you up for a moment to slide his now folded suit jacket under your knees in a surprising moment of kindness. Pressing a kiss to his knee as a thank you, you make quick work of his belt and pants and pull out his hardening cock. As you begin to stroke him slowly you make eye contact and spit right on his dick, making him groan.

“Love you baby, let me make you feel good,” you say before taking the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling you tongue around him and licking the salty precum that was already leaking from him. As you continue to work more of him into your mouth, you can feel Max absolutely melt into his leather chair and take whatever you give him. “That’s it baby, always so so good, always know what I need,” he praises and you moan around his length, the compliment going straight to your core.

Not being able to take it anymore, you snake the hand not pumping the part of him you can fit in your mouth, you slide your hands underneath your underwear and start circling your clit. You moan around his length again and Max slightly bucks his hips, sending him farther down your throat. “Fuuuuuck yes, sweet cheeks, that’s it,” he can’t stop it now as his hips start a shallow bit steady rhythm as he fucks into your mouth. Letting him take what you need you slide two fingers into your dripping pussy, using the heel of your hand to keep rubbing your clit while you pump your fingers.

The only sounds filling the office are Max’s groans and the wet noise of you fucking yourself on your hand. You can tell Max is close because his pace quickens and you can hear the chair arm rests groan under his tight grip until he gives one final thrust, shooting his load right down your throat. Making sure you don’t waste a drop, you continue softly sucking the tip of him as you start to chase your own high until Max uses his vampire speed and strength to take your hand out of your underwear and move you back into his lap. You whine at the loss of your orgasm and stare with lust filled eyes as Max takes the hand that was just inside you and cleans your fingers of the slick covering them.

“Now sweets, you’ve been so good to me, I figured letting you cum on my cock would be an appropriate thank you,” booping your nose he gives a little tug to rip your panties right off and sink you down on his still hard length. Your eyes roll back and you let out a high pitched moan at the stretch, you were already so wet from earlier he was able to push in with no resistance. “There it is champ,” he chuckles, “here’s your reward.” Putting his hands firmly on your hips he starts to move you up and down on his length, his hips meeting you with each thrust. All you can do is throw your arms around his neck to hold on, chanting his name as he hits that sweet spot over and over.

“Had s-such a bad day baby,” he growls, “but this- this pussy always does the trick,” you clench at the praise causing him to thrust a little harder. Knowing your so close to falling over the edge, you decide to give Max another treat, “B-baby,” you whimper, “f-feels so good. I’m so close, b-bite me,” his hips stutter before his pace resumes again. Grabbing your jaw he makes you meet his eyes and asks, “fuck, I love you, but are you sure? You don’t have to-” he groans as you clench around him again, your walls fluttering as the coil continues to tighten. “Yes! Fuck,” you babble, “I’m gonna come baby please,” you run your fingers through his hair and pull his face into your neck.

Feeling how much you’re gripping his length, Max licks across your pulse point and gives the area a little kiss before sinking his teeth into the soft skin. Once you feel his fangs break through, the coil snaps, and you absolutely gush all over his cock. You continue to moan as Max works you through your high as he continues to drink from you. Tugging on his hair twice to tell him to stop, Max stops thrusting into you and licks over the bite marks, his spit healing them instantly. Kissing your neck again you hear a mumbled, “thank you baby,” as Max wraps his arms around you.

You sit there for what feels like forever, him still seated inside of you while you go back to massaging his scalp. Noticing the time you attempt to get up, “Max! Honey, your lunch break has definitely been over I should go home,” his grip tightens around you as you get hit with puppy dog eyes again. “You could go home,” he agrees, “or you could just stay right here with me inside of you while I finish this report. I’m the boss, I can always leave early for my baby,” he gives your ass a gentle slap causing you to clench around him again. Groaning, he leans down to press a kiss to your temple, “besides I’ll definitely want to have you at least one more time before we go. Why don’t you have a little nap on big ol’ me?” He jokes, but you can’t bring yourself to make a come back, already feeling your lids grow tired from what just happened.

Nuzzling into his neck, you give his skin little kisses, “sounds good baby,” you slur, “sounds real good.”

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