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dysfunctionalmaki · 6 months

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Say My Name

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Chapter 02/? Summary: You work all around at the local country club, to your advantage you flirted and used your beauty to get what you want, though with this certain woman your own way can't seem to work. Warning: This work contains smut and foul language, minors DNI!!

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Days passed since your encounter with Wanda, you often ended up wondering when she is coming back, also, you cashed some of the money you got from Diana but you ended up placing a huge amount of it on your savings. You lay on your bed just taking your time by just thinking, simply shutting your eyes and allowing your imagination to run free.

“Such a good girl… I bet you're thinking of me the moment you saw me-”

You immediately opened your eyes when you realized where your mind was going, you couldn't help but let out a groan when all you could think about was Wanda Maximoff, her beautiful emerald eyes, the accent that she has, that damned smile. You took a couple more moments to get up when you sat up and decided to take a walk, though before you could even leave your bed the phone on your side table vibrated. Checking to see who caused the notification, you can't help but smirk to see it's a message from Diana.

It’s so boring here and all I can think about is you.

Miss me that much?

Not really, just want to sit on your face and ride your tongue.

I've got something to look forward to next week then.

As if you're not getting any pussy right now.

With the little bantering you had with Diana, all of a sudden you received another message from her and this time it's a photo of her, wearing an almost see through nightgown, her nipples were definitely poking against the clothing, she wasn't wearing a makeup yet you admit that she's like a living goddess. While you stare at the photo, your mind instantly traces back to the redhead you met a couple of days ago and you can't help but groan at the intrusive thoughts you've been having of the older woman.

You simply left a heart react on Diana's photo before sending a photo you once took with her, it was a mirror shot of you two, she was standing before the mirror while you're facing her lower region and from what you recall she did use your phone to take this photo, not even a second after she did the same by placing a heart emoji on your message.

Just as you exit your room, you see Yelena having some instant mac and cheese for breakfast. “I didn't know you were home.” the blonde says and you went to sit beside her after taking a spoon so you could steal some bites of her meal. “Yeah, I should be out and be coming home right now.” you say with a sigh and your friend couldn't help but raise her brow. “You're not getting laid? Are you and Prince official now?” She asked as if she really did think that you and Diana are something. “God no! Completely casual.” you said with a shrug. “Can't find anyone to match up with her.” you say before crossing your arms over your chest.

“Who?” Yelena asks, then you look at her unsure if you want to honestly answer your friend. “Your sister.” You teasingly say and the blonde immediately gagged the moment you mentioned her sister. “Eat shit.” she says then you couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. “Of course not, I wouldn't hit on your sister, her friend? Maybe.” you say then Yelena still hasn't put her brow down from being raised. “Carol? No… too masculine for your taste, so it's definitely Wanda.” she says so surely and you bit the inside of your cheek before nodding.

“She's married.” Yelena says which made you groan immediately, then you stole a spoonful of mac from her bowl. “Tell me more.” you say then the blonde paused for a moment to think. “I think she married Mr. Stark’s successor, his name's Jarvis but mostly known as the Vision.” you tilt your head confused with the nickname and then you let out a small ‘oh’. “So, she's rich-rich?” you ask once more then your friend nodded.

“To add another question, why didn't you mention to me you had a sister?” You ask wanting to push the subject further, as Yelena finished a spoonful bite of the mac and cheese she simply shrugged. “Not really relevant.” she says before taking another bite. “I'm doing a shift this lunch.” You say and you receive a nod from Yelena. “I'm not coming in today, I took a day off. I spent a whole week trying to get back what I spent on Fanny’s vet.” The blonde says then you looked at her, taking your purse and handed her a grand. “What? No, I can't take that.” Yelena says but you pushed it to her hands. “Please, I don't even know what to do with all the money that Diana gave me, I might end up buying coke.” you tease and it still took a little convincing but you made sure to let your friend take the money. “It's all good, I promise.” you say before taking another bite of the mac and cheese.

You got up and decided to postpone the walk you're going to take when you saw the time, heading back to your bedroom then you went to take a shower before getting ready for work, you didn't take that long but you made sure your precious body was pampered with the best products you could get, you put on your uniform which is the red polo shirt and matching it with a beige shorts.

Finally, leaving the house after getting everything ready, you ran towards the bus stop and hoped you didn't miss it, you were luckily just in time before the vehicle would leave. Getting to your seat, you were sat next to some stranger since there's no empty seat other than this one. “Quite a busy day isn't it?” The stranger spoke to you and you looked at this man. “Ah yes, guess it is today.” you kept your answer short so you wouldn't have to keep the conversation going, the unknown man only answered with a nod then you were left to mind your own business.

The moment you got dropped off to your stop, it was basically a walking distance from here but you're just in time to hear a familiar sound approaching you, as you put on your sunglasses so you wouldn't have to scrunch up your face because of the heat, you saw Bucky coming closer while on his motorcycle. “Hop on, doll, busy day today.” he says then you raise a brow and there's just something with men and start the conversation by stating that today's a busy day. “Why is that?” You ask as you got on the motorcycle and you held on to the side of his shirt. “I heard rumors that Mr. Stark might visit today, members would probably try and get on his good side.” he answered then he starts driving once more, leading the both of you to the club.

The moment you stepped into the place, it was more crowded than usual, everyone's in their own friend group, there's old men smoking cigars by the lobby, then there are the wives who are busy gossiping by the café, and there's Tony Stark himself, accompanied by his wife Pepper Potts. You went to walk past them since you're headed in the staff's locker room, you made sure to smile at both of your bosses before heading in the room to put your bag away and start to clock in.

You fix yourself once more then you make your way to the restaurant and have started your shift, it was awful, at least it was to you. You've had countless entitled people who are acting so snobby, then there are old ladies who wish they still had your youth here and there, and one table that certainly caught your attention was the group of three familiar women once again. You made sure to look twice just to be sure and you took note of their hair colors… one blonde and two redheads. You basically had to race your coworker to take the table and as you appeared before the three women, they all smiled at you, well, especially Natasha but that's because she knows you're Yelena’s friend.

“It's so nice to see a familiar face.” Carol commented before saying what she'll have for this lunch, Natasha pinched in what she's going to have, and as you were taking their orders you attempted to steal a glance from Wanda, though immediately looking back to your device when you realized that she was indeed staring at you. “And I'll have some Caesar salad… plus the scarlet cocktail, I loved it.” Wanda says before smiling at you, her eyes never leaving yours and then you finally take your cue to leave when you've gotten all their orders.

You went to take their orders to the kitchen, then headed to the bar to tell Bucky what the ladies will be having. “Oh, it's the three ladies again? Looks like you've reeled them in again.” he says before chuckling. “If I were you, I wouldn't want to hit that.” he commented which made you tilt your head in confusion. “Well, you think you're the only one who uses your pretty privilege around here? This face makes some pretty good tips.” Bucky says while he went on to prepare the drinks. “Heard that those three were pretty close with Stark, co-workers I think?” he says not too sure with the information he has gotten, after all he only gets them from the club members as well.

“You don't want your boss finding out you're banging his friends, wouldn't want to lose your job.” Bucky says then he finally handed you the drinks he made, and it was just in time when the kitchen rang you up. Quickly handling the trays you make your way to the ladies’ table, and you serve their meals and drinks. Receiving a genuine thanks from them honestly made your day better, you just appreciated the fact that someone is nice to you after serving a bunch of assholes, plus your little crush thanked you, and that's what makes it better. Just as you turned to leave, you bumped into a man who was holding a drink, surprised with what happened you instantly apologized before looking to see who it was.

You've seen this man's photo once but you can't quite recall who he is, it's obvious he's irritated, considering you just spilled a drink on his clothes. Though, to your defense it was a complete accident and you didn't intend to do so. “Do you know what you've done to my–” “Vis, let it go, it's an accident no need to cause a scene.” You heard Wanda speak and as you realize who this man before was none other than her husband. “I really am sorry, Sir.” you spoke before offering him more tissue and of course, the complimentary country club shirts. “Y/N, it's okay, you can go and do your thing, you apologized, you didn't mean it and it was an accident.” Wanda assured you when you turned to look at her as she defended you from her husband who isn't even speaking a single word but you could definitely feel his annoyance.

You mouthed “Thank you so much.” Before leaving and as you left, the janitor on duty was quick to mop up the drink that spilled on the floor, making your way into the locker room. You can't help but let out a sigh, then somehow you can't stop yourself from smiling when Wanda just stood up for you. Well, it's the bare minimum and this interaction usually happens in restaurants but still, you can't help but put on your smile once more before facing the crowd once again.

The hours felt so long and you were emotionally and physically drained from having to put up a smile, being so empathetic to arrogant assholes, so, when you clocked out, you walked to the parking lot. Remembering that Bucky doesn't leave work this early, you can't help but sigh remembering you'll have to walk alone without Yelena with you. Making your way to the sidewalk then you started to walk to the nearest bus stop, at first it felt peaceful until you felt that someone was tailing you. Speeding up your pace, the car also went to catch up with you, at this point you honestly thought your life was done. Maybe that was overboard but you're overthinking at this point. “Y/N! Hey! It's Wanda.” the voice says as she rolled down her window.

Finally, you stopped at your tracks and you let out a sigh of relief. “You scared me!” You say and the older woman couldn't help but laugh softly. “I didn't mean to, I promise. I only slowed down because I was trying to see if it's really you.” she says and you honestly can't believe you're conversing with her as if you two are friends. “Well, that's one way for kidnapping to start, honestly.” you teased and received a smile from her, it can honestly brighten up your whole day. “Hop in, let me drive you… wherever you are headed for.” She offered and you didn't really know if you should say yes or not until she insisted. “Please? Consider this as a way of making it up to you for my husband's behavior.” she added.

You made your way around the car and she unlocked the door, you sat next to her and she started driving once again. “It was an accident-” “I know, but he has this thing of making scenes and I'm pretty tired to put up with it.” she honestly spoke and your eyes widened for a second not expecting what you've just heard and you nodded your head. “You can just drop me off at the nearest bus stop.” Wanda looked at you for a moment and she raised a brow. “And let you get on a bus at this hour?” then you bite your lower lip unsure of what to say at this point, it's not that it's uncomfortable it's just plainly… awkward. And this doesn't happen with you and any person you plan on taking to bed, this simply happens because you have a crush on this person driving.

“Yelena knows me, if that's what you're worried about, I knew her the moment I met Natasha. She always brought her sister around and it's quite adorable honestly, so… what I'm saying is that you can trust me?” She spoke trying to break the ice between the two of you and you nodded your head. “I live with her, I mean I'm her roommate so if you do know her then I'm assuming you know where she lives.” you say and Wanda nodded her head, and as if it's on the back of her hand, she knew where the place was.

Just as you two were approaching the apartment, Wanda received a notification from her phone, as the screen lights up you saw her lock screen and it was a photo of the cocktail you served her when you saw her for the first time. You didn't want to read much on it but it certainly made your heart skip a beat. When she stopped right in front of the apartment building, you weren't too sure what to say other than thanking her. “I- uh- Thank you for the ride.” You say as you take off the seatbelt. “Are you usually this awkward?” She asks and you weren't able to answer because you know damn well you're never awkward. “I thought so, you were good with chatting up the guests and customers, and now it's just the two of us… you're all tongue tied.” she said then tilting her head trying to get a read on you, but you're sure as hell she knows that you have a little crush on her.

“Do I scare you?” “What? No! I mean you're just intimidating… that's all.” you quickly answer her question and she couldn't help but smile. “Whatever you say sweetheart.” she teasingly says. “I hope we get to talk more next time… and say hi to Yelena for me.” she says before you finally took the moment to get off the car. “I will, take care, Wanda.” you say before smiling at her and she did the same. “Have a goodnight, Y/N, dream of me.” she teased you once more before driving off. You quickly make your way into the apartment and you can't help but smile from one ear to another.

Entering the apartment, you see Fanny finally back home to welcome you, Yelena was nowhere to be seen but you don't mind getting a greeting from this furry companion, you go ahead to run your fingers across her fur then she follows you as you get into your room, just as you tossed your bag to your bed, you felt your phone vibrate once more, and it's from your best friend.

Went out to get some dog food, also, Fanny's back home so enjoy her company.

Enjoying her company much more than I enjoy urs, lol.

Ass.

You went to lay on your bed then you bite your lower lip, you were thinking of something and you’re well aware that what you’re about to ask your friend could be a beginning or a quick ending of something, but you’re never one to back out of a challenge, taking your phone once more and you decided to text Yelena once more.

Sooo… Do you have Wanda’s number or something?

I do but I don’t think it’s a good idea, lol.

Help a friend out will you? ;))

You’re going to take two of my shifts whenever I want, deal?

Deal.

With just that the next text message you got from your best friend was a phone number, you went to press it… fiddling your fingers unsure of what to say or why you asked for her number but you’re good at this part, and you went ahead to do your usual lines.

Hey Wanda, it’s Y/N, I got your number from Yelena… Hope you don’t mind.

You took a deep breath just thinking of possible scenarios that could happen, scenario one was Vision gets to see your message and you’re fired, second? Wanda blocks you, and three it was–

Hi! It’s completely okay, what’s gotten into you and asked your dear friend for my number?

Well, maybe I want to spend some alone time with you to show you that I’m not that awkward mess you picked up from the sidewalk.

Hmm, straightforward and bold… You’re aware that you're speaking to a married woman? Haha.

Well aware, Ma’am

Good, maybe I could drop by at the club tomorrow, will you be there?

For you? I would be.

Are you sure this is the same girl I picked up earlier?

100%

Wanda simply reacted to your message with a heart emoji and that was more than enough to make up for your whole night, you are eager about what can happen tomorrow. Honestly, all you can think is that if you bed this woman, this crush of yours would simply go away or maybe this could really be a start of something new. But, no, you don’t really care about that for now.

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Secret Mission

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Denvers, Maria Hill, Pepper Potts, Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop x Reader (All Platonic)

Summary: You & the girls go out for the monthly ‘secret mission’

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AC: This idea comes from @libraylove754 sending me gifs of Wanda, Yelena & Nat followed by a gif of a cup of coffee! I hope you enjoy this x – sorry about the ending, I found this rather tricky to right for some reason!

Once a month, you and the other girls get together for coffee, something normal, away from the boys to just chill, chat and relax. Originally it was Kate's idea, trust the most social one to drag you all out, right? The boys back at the compound always questioned where you all would get too but none of you told them that it was just a simple coffee catch up, so, like men, they joked about it and called it "The Girls Secret Mission".

As you walked into the local coffee shop, the staff had already reserved a table of 8, ready for you all. You couldn't see anybody else insight has you stepped on it, your eyes searched the small shop that was slightly busier than usual but still, you couldn't see any of your friends.

"Ah, you made it!" Carol came up behind you, almost giving you a fright. "Me? Looks like you're late too!" you chuckled, the two of you walking over to the reserved table, "I wouldn't say we're the late ones by the looks of it" Carol smiled, pulling her chair out.

"Actually, you guys are kind of late" a Sokovian accent made you turn slightly to see Wanda smiling softly with a donut and coffee in hand, "I have a feeling you were craving this?" she ask before placing the coffee mug and donut in front of you. "Thanks Wands! How did you kn-" you paused when you realised she'd read your thoughts, "never mind" you added with a chuckle.

"What about mine?" Carol jokingly pouted, "well, maybe when you make up your mind on what you want to drink then I'll get your order too" Wanda replied with a smirk before taking a seat next to you. "Nat's in the bathroom and Yelena is finding a park" Wanda added.

"Good morning! Sorry I'm a tad late, I couldn't get Tony to shut it about his new project!" Pepper sighed lightly before taking a seat across from you, next to Carol. "Don't stress" you smiled, "Yelena, Maria or Kate aren't here yet" you added before taking a sip on of your latte.

After a good solid 10 minutes, everybody was finally seated and waiting for their order, well, not everybody. Kate came into the café, hands full of shopping bags that she dropped at her feet before taking a seat beside you, "Kate Bishop, nice of you to finally join us" Yelena looked at her friend. "Yeah, sorry about that! I was trying to do a quick shop around for clints birthday, I couldn't decide what he'd like best so Natty Nat, I need your help" Kate smiled proudly at the red head across from her.

Natasha looked up at the young Avenger in an almost disgusted look, "did you just call me Natty Nat?" she questioned with a cocked brow.

"S-sorry, I didn't think" Kate slumped down into her chair before the rest of you all chuckled.

The café was already loud enough but ask any other customer, most the of chatter and laughter was coming from the table full of Avengers. "I could go for another latte, anybody else want anything while I'm up?" you offered as you stood from your seat. "A latte isn't a real coffee, Y/n Y/l/n" Yelena commented before taking another sip of her coffee.

"And boxed mac n cheese isn't a real meal" you looked to the blonde with a smirk.

"I'll come up with you" Maria smiled before downing the rest of her coffee.

You and Maria took the others second order while the others started to secretly talk about the surprise that had been planned for you.

"They have no idea!" Kate smiled proudly once more, "yeah the excuse for presents for Clint worked a charm" Carol replied.

KB: Uh? Oh no, most of these are actually for Clint.

NR: But his birthday is still two months away?

KB: I know but he is so hard to shop for!

YB: She always shops months early for people, the apartment is currently full of crap she needs to return once she works out the perfect gift.

KB: Hey! it's better than what you gift people

YB: Nothing wrong with gift cards, they get whatever they want, and I don't have to think too much about it.

NR: I'm with Yelena on that one.

PP: Guys, the surprise party. It's tonight, do we have anything ready?

CD: Yeah, the boys are setting up the compound now.

NR: Peter said something about Aunt May had been up since 5am cooking.

PP: She has, that's where I'm headed after this. Maria too.

NR: I'm taking Y/n bike shopping so that'll but you all more time.

CD: Shh, they're coming.

Carol's shush wasn't as quiet as she thought, you took your seat and looked around the table at the others. "Did I miss something?" you asked, they all shook their heads, "Why are you guys all acting weird all of a sudden?" you added.

"We were just making fun of Yelena and her love for mac n cheese" Kate pitched in before pulling one of her shopping bags onto the table, "do you think Clint would like this?" she asked, distracting you from the odd behavior from the group. She showed off a new arrow sack.

"He has that one" Natasha replied, causing Kate to sigh. "It's a lovely idea though" you patted Kate on her back.

For the next hour, all of you enjoyed your last cups of warm goodness before all parting ways. You and Natasha went motorbike shopping, not that she was really looking for anything, but it was enough to keep you from guessing what was really going on. Your birthday was just around the corner, 2 weeks away in fact and for once the entire team wanted to surprise you without you finding out like you always did.

Safe to say, the surprise went undetected and you even made Natasha buy a motorbike!

#marvel #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #carol danvers #Maria hill #pepper potts #yelena belova #Kate bishop #x reader #fanfiction

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be-with-me-so-happily · 2 years

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Please i need to know how stylist!yn and harry are doing?!?!?!?! ahhh i just love them.

And I love YOU 💗

I just wrote this, sorry if it sucks. Clearly I cannot give a short answer about those two because I love them so much! My babies!

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It's been a rough time for the family, being hit with a nasty case of the flu

The morning after Halloween, Winnie came into the bedroom, crawling up into the bed to cuddle Harry, and he instantly felt her little body burning up.

She spent a good amount of that day curled up on the couch, watching cartoons, and sipping on some Pedialyte, since her appetite was barely there.

Milo, seeing her get a lot of attention, started walking around with his little palm on his forehead, whining and trying to claim he was sick too.

"Ow. Ow." He stated, with each step, causing you and Harry to roll your eyes, after checking his 'symptoms' first, of course. Dramatic, just like his dad. Though you still couldn't help but laugh.

That was until dinner. Thankfully, Winnie was feeling much better and even ate some soup with a few slices of bread. Milo had a bowl of mac and cheese, which unfortunately ended up on the floor only ten minutes later.

It hit him harder, especially being younger and not being able to really voice his needs or problems. And it was hard on you, since Harry had another show the next day.

Love On Tour Night 7 was not nearly as fun for you as it was for Harry, but he came home that night with a look on his face which told you that he wasn't at his best, and the next morning proved you right when he ran to the bathroom and noises of distress sounded out through the door.

You not only prepared yourself to take care of yet another person, but also the heartache you knew Harry would be feeling if he had to cancel a show. He has always done what he could to push through, as long as his health wasn't truly at risk, but this time felt different, and he was gutted.

Shows have always been his favorite part of being an artist, since back in those 1D days, and while he would swim in the joy he could have while spending time with the family, everyone was miserable. Including you, because even though you weren't sick, you were exhausted.

At one point you sat on the bench in the shower after the kids were tucked in for the night, letting your tears fall under the covers of the water to relieve the stress you had pent up for almost a week. You couldn't afford to fall apart when you had a family to take care of.

So when Harry opened the bathroom door and groaned that he needed to take a shower too, you snapped back.

"I need a fucking minute, Harry!"

The next morning was Harry's first show back, and while he was feeling almost completely healthy, Milo and Winnie were still on the mend, so you were left alone to take care of them both.

Harry had come home to find all three of you asleep in the king size bed, and he snuck under the covers next to you.

The next morning, he was feeling like his old self again, so he went to the gym early, stopped by the store, and you woke up to fresh coffee and a breakfast feast. Feast being a generous word, but it included pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a cute little display of your favorite mini tarts.

"Thank you for taking care of us, Sunshine. You're our rock."

"Anything for you, Rockstar. Never a question."

But he wanted to do more, so that night, since the kids seemed to be back to normal, your mom came over to put them to bed, and Harry took you out to a nice hotel for a night away. As soon as you two got to the suite, Harry had checked around the room and locked the doors.

"You really are, as Niall calls you, a Superstar." He rolled his eyes, knowing how much Niall would let that go to his head. "Wait..."

He looked around the room, making sure the door was fully locked, and came back to his position wrapped around you.

"Had to check that Nialler wasn't here?" You giggled.

"Never know with that guy."

There wasn't a fancy dinner, or a chaotic and passionate session of love-making. You had ordered pizza, a bottle of wine, and sat in pajamas as you watched reruns of 'Friends' before cuddling up together in bed and falling asleep in each other's arms. It was perfect.

The next morning however, before he needed to head back to the Kia Forum, was filled with moans that would make the housekeeping staff blush even from two rooms away.

And that night, in his crazy purple/yellow and pink/white outfit (that you had expressed to Lambert wasn't your top choice), Harry was more vibrant, and fun, and goofy than he felt like he had been since Halloween.

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ericbrainrot · 1 year

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𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and renjun spend christmas over at your parents house, and he has a surprise for you.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: huang renjun x haitian!fem!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

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"How's this outfit?" he looked at you, standing a bit awkwardly.

You couldn't help but laugh as you stared at your boyfriend. You weren't understanding why he was nervous. Nevertheless, he looked good. This suit color suited him well, and the way his hair was styled was the cherry on top for you.

"You look so good right now... Like I wanna fuck you good," his cheeks were red as he sighed, taking a seat on the bed.

"Babe..." he groaned, placing the pillow over his face.

"I'm sorry, but it's true. You look so fine," you sat in front of your vanity, looking at him through your mirror.

"You look amazing," he was staring at you with a slight smile. Your body looked amazing.

Now he got to sit back and watch you do your makeup and fix your wig. He was always fascinated by the way you worked your magic. You were already a goddess in his eyes, but once your makeup was done... He couldn't find a word to surpass goddess. He just knew that he was the luckiest man on earth.

Today, your parents were having a Christmas party and invited everyone over. You knew that your mother only invited you over so that she could see Renjun. He was like the son she never had, and she was always spoiling him. Sometimes forgetting that you were her daughter. Last Christmas, when they were taking the family photo, you were in the bathroom and she almost forgot about you. You wondered what would've happened if Renjun didn't remind your mother about you in there.

With Renjun familiar with your family, you weren't sure why he stressing himself out. You weren't sure if it had to do with the fact that he wasn't able to be there for Thanksgiving or if he hasn't seen them in six months. He should already know that he is a part of the family, and has been for the past three years now.

Once your makeup and hair were finished, Renjun helped you tie your heels across your ankles before you got up from the chair. You looked inside your closet to see which purse you were going to wear, and you decided to wear your white medium telfar. You wanted to keep it simple tonight.

"Rejunnie!" your mother shouted, opening the door.

She had to be watching her ring camera to see when you two were going to show up.

"Damn, whatever happened to 'hello daughter,' just straight Renjun huh?" you sighed, walking inside the house behind Renjun.

"You know that's her beloved. Ever since he got Ma' that Birkin, she doesn't know how to act for real," your sister huffed, walking inside the living room. "

She was right, the purse that she wears almost everywhere and she's managed to keep it in good condition for this long. You greeted the rest of your family with Renjun before sitting down in the living room. Guessing by the smell of the food, you could tell that the food was almost finished.

"I think my mom made Haitian Mac just for you," you looked at him while his eyes lit up.

Everyone sat at the table. Passing down the plates, talking, laughing, and just overall having a great time. It was like this each holiday event they had and [your name] was grateful to have such an experience. Yet something seemed off, no someone seemed off. Turning to your left, you noticed that Renjun was missing. Where'd this man disappear to now? He's always doing this. Maybe he was using the restroom, so you weren't going to stress yourself out.

Ten minutes passed and he still wasn't there and everyone was beginning to clean around the table. You helped your mom wash the dishes while other family members cleaned the table and floor. The children and everyone else were in the living room chatting.

"Where the hell did he go..." you muttered to yourself, grabbing a napkin and drying your hands.

Walking to the living room, you heard everyone's voice go quiet. There stood Renjun.

"Where did you go? You had me worried sick about you..." you trailed off, walking to him.

"There's something I need to tell you..." he trailed off, grabbing your hand.

"Okay..."

"But before I speak, there's something behind you," and you turned around and saw your niece hand you a rose.

Turning back to Renjun, he was down on one knee. There was no way that this was happening. What the hell? Everyone stood and sat there with big smiles on their face. Did they know about this?

"I haven't said anything yet and you're crying?" he joked with a slight chuckle.

"Being with you for the past three years made me realize how much I love you. I know that you're the one for me and I would love to continue spending the rest of my life with you. So, [your name] would you do me the honor and marry me?" you violently nodded your head with tears falling down your face.

"Yes! Yes, I'll marry you!" you smiled at him, watching him slip the ring on your finger.

"I love you so much," you placed a kiss on his lips once he got up.

"I love you too," he smiled, placing his hands on your waist.

*·˚ ༘♡#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃! ˖◛⁺⑅♡

realized that i’m renjun biased and i had no oneshots for him????

anyway, happy holidays!

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mydarllinglover · 11 months

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Alone || Make up, Don’t Break Up

Natalia had hid away in the nursey for the rest of the day, it had been set up a couple of months ago, Rosita had taken over helping, Aaron helped where he could, but he was still managing taking care of Gracie as well as the loss of his arm.

She had pulled out all their clothes, deciding to reorganise it by colour, for each twin, to be put away in their separate drawers

This was probably her fifth time doing this, but she couldn't help it, when Natalia was bored with herself, had quiet time, or couldn't sleep, she found herself in here doing random chores, anything for a distraction, reminding herself that the twins were alive, and would be here any day, she'd managed to keep them alive, unlike the same nightmare that resurfaced every time she went to sleep, by herself.

The reason Natalia had become so attached to sleeping beside Daryl, when they were friends, was because she found that he had stopped her bad dreams, he didn't make her afraid, even in her sleep.

They were back in his absence and with the pregnancy, they had become even more vivid, even more real, like she was back in that house, back with them, killing them on repeat, killing her family over and over, like a horror version of groundhog day.

She paused her humming of eyes without a face, when she heard the front door open, it must be Evie coming home for bed, it was dark out.

No other sounds came except for the door, which was unusual, because even though Evie claimed to no longer be a child, because she had responsibilities and she was nine, now, she still bounded up the stairs rather loudly, every single time.

"Eves?" Natalia called.

She looked over her shoulder at the slightly open door, Daryl was stood there, leaning against the doorframe.

"Jude asked if they could have a sleepover, said it was fine, even though she didn't wanna leave you." He told her. "Can go get her if my word ain't good enough."

He was still pissed.

"No, it's fine." She turned back around, finishing up her task.

Daryl took a slow step into the room, he'd barely come in here, just let Natalia get on with it, considering she berated him the last time he put something in the wrong place.

"Looks nice." He commented, looking at the small frame on a shelf, containing a picture of Carl, Natalia, Judith and Sully, which was took on the porch steps of the Grimes house, Rick had forced them into smiling for a "Family photo" as he claimed that sometimes Natalia felt like his own kid.

"Mhm." She hummed, putting all her focus into the clothes, so far she'd been given outfits all the way up until they were six, when she shared the gender, the communities were quick to pass over hand me downs so she'd never have to worry about finding clothes to fit them, the collection seemed to grow after every drop off trade.

"Nat." He walked further into the room.

"Hm?"

"Bought the Mac n Cheese." He said, after a moment of thought.

She looked up at him, seeing the contents in a tub that looked like it could feed a family of four.

He watched her debate whether to accept it or not, but then finally caved, taking the tub and yanking the lid off, he handed her a fork before she dove in with her hands.

"'Anks" She murmured between a mouthful of cheesy pasta, topped with bacon bites, just how she liked it.

He sat down beside her, bringing his knees to his chest as he looked at the piles of clothes.

"I'm gonna stay around a bit." Daryl told her.

She paused, before swallowing, nodding slightly.

"Don't have to, if you don't want to be here, I can't force you." She went back to eating. "I'll manage."

"Nah, I want to. I gotta." He said. "They're my kids, I wanna be here for everything, for them. M'sorry for missing all of it. I wanna be a good dad for them."

"You will be." She told him, piling up a forkful of pasta. "I know you will. But, I was thinking, when the girls are a little older, not y'know, new borns" They weren't even born yet. "We'll go out again, start looking for him, and Evie will be older, she's already expecting the best big sister award."

He nodded, looking down, she knew he was disappointed, didn't like the idea of Rick being out there by himself in who knew what state, and what it meant to him to bring his brother back for Michonne. It hurt her to put him through it, she regretted getting pregnant for the countless time, even though she loved her babies unconditionally already.

"Here" she leaned towards him and he followed, kissing her sweetly before accepting the fork of pasta she held out for him, letting her feed him.

"I love ya." He rasped.

"I love you, too, I'm sorry for what I said, I was being a major bitch."

"You ain't gotta do that all the time, I know why ya say shit, I deserve it, when I'm being an asshole." He knew why she always apologised after their arguments, he caught on pretty early on throughout their friendship turned relationship, she didn't know that she was the only one who'd ever apologised to him for the way they treated him, he could handle her angry spouts, it made him feel warm when she took the time to try and make it up to him, no matter if he wasn't even affected by what she said. "What's all this?" Daryl asked, deciding to change the conversation, he wanted to learn about the girls, more, catch up after his time away.

"I'm separating their clothes for each girl, blue and anything in this pile is for B, green and anything in this pile is for A." Natalia explained, pairing up socks. "If we keep them colour coordinated, it'll help tell them apart as well, in case they're y'know, identical. Rick picked the colours, actually"

"A and B, that gonna be their names forever?"

"Well, I've been waiting to ask you about it, but..." She raised her eyebrows, as she paused the organising to have another forkful of mac and cheese.

Daryl let out a huff of air.

"What you wanna call them?" He asked.

"Evie's been pushing two names, that she's adamant on." Natalia shared.

He grunted in reply.

"I know she aint stopped with the Bambi idea, had Judith chanting it when they got back."

"Is it bad that It's kinda grown on me?" Natalia asked, unsure of herself.

"Aint that the movie about the deer who's mom gets shot and he's pals with a skunk?"

"You've seen Bambi?" Natalia grinned, looking up at him.

"Yeah, one of Merle's dealers kids was watching it, had nothing better to do." He shrugged.

Natalia began giggling, holding her bump as her body shook.

"Oh god, I'm gonna pee." She wheezed, covering her face as she attempted to gain composure.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Nothing, nothing, just thinking about you and Merle watching Bambi, did you cry when the mom died, oh please tell me you cried." She cackled.

"Reminded me of my own ma dying, a little, yeah." He took offense, cutting Natalia's laugh short.

"Oh, right... sorry." She looked away.

"Think we should call B, Bambi. Fits. I like it." He continued the conversation of naming their children.

"You do?"

"Yeah. 'Sides, Evie picked it."

"Okay, so Bambi for B, uh, I kinda like the other name, Daisy."

"Daisy, the flower?"

"Yeah, she picked it cause of the necklace you gave her, a purple daisy. And D like her Daddy."

"Daisy and Bambi, alrigh'" He nodded.

"Now what about middle names?"

"They need them?"

"Yes, Daryl, they need middle names, Evie has a middle name, too."

"She does?"

"Y'know her name is Evelyn Ruth Baker, right?" She squinted at him.

"Oh, always thought of her as just Evie, course "Milo" gave her some oldass name."

"Daryl, Milo was a very good friend of mine who I had to leave in the woods to die."

"Don't change anything." He shrugged.

"And that's why I kissed him before you."

"You what!?" He demanded. "You ain't never told me this before!"

"I wasn't going to deny a man of his dying wish, and it was before I realised I was madly in love with you." She scoffed with an eye roll. "Anyway, what name goes with Bambi?" She moved on, before he got a chance to make her more mad or press the other issue further.

"You tell me." He shrugged again. "I'll like whatever you pick, even though you named yer first kid after a witch." He had to kick some sand back in her own face, Daryl Dixon was not above snarky comments, even at his big age.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked him, he seemed to be on something today.

"You laughed about my mom."

Natalia thought on it for a moment, before it hit her.

"I have one."

"Mhm."

"Elizabeth." She said. "After Beth."

"Bambi Elizabeth Dixon, yeah." He nodded. "What about Daisy?"

"I picked Elizabeth, so you can pick Daisy's." She told him.

He leaned back on his hands as he thought hard about it, Daryl didn't even see the point in having middle names, they only needed their first anyway.

"What about Caroline? Like, for Carol?" He asked.

"You wanna name Daisy after Carol?"

He shrugged.

"She's my best friend."

"Then what am I?" She sounded sort of jealous.

"My wife." He answered.

"Oh, that's it?" She looked down.

"What, that ain't good enough?" He was confused by her sudden change of emotion.

"Nothing... just I thought that I..." She cut herself off covering her face with her hands.

"Are you crying?" Daryl asked, concerned at her stifled sobs that came out of nowhere.

Michonne had warned him about her emotional breakdowns, who had yet to witness them first hand, when she had screamed, cried and broke a plate, because Eugene pointed out the obvious growth of the twins inside of her, lets just say, he was banned from making comments on Natalia's pregnancy until Rosita checked the said comment.

Natalia wiped at her face, getting rid of the tears that were down her face, he'd seen her cry before, but never to this extent, and only because her loved one was dead, not over...random things.

"N-no." She lied. "Just that, clearly I'm not as important to you as you are to me." She looked away as more tears came.

"Nat." He muttered, sitting closer to her. "You're my wife, which means you're the most important person in my entire life. You're at the top of every list, okay, Carol, she's just my friend, same as Michonne, Aaron, Jesus, Rosita, an' the others." He'd be sure to remind them that they did matter to him at some point "But you, you're my whole world, baby, nothing matters if you ain't in it."

"Awe, baby." She squealed, reaching out to hug him, the babies not making it easy for her, but he made it easier by inching closer and hugging her tightly. "Daisy Caroline sounds beautiful."

"You sure?" You sure you ain't gonna cry again? Was his actual question, as he lifted his head from leaning it on hers to look at her.

"Yeah, Bambi Elizabeth and Daisy Caroline. You like them, right?" She asked Daryl.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, sounds good, whatever you want." He assured, he didn't really care what their names were, as long as Natalia liked them, it was good enough for him. "Think we should get you to bed."

"And you, right?" She didn't know if she could bare another sleepless night without him.

"'Course and me." He told her, standing up from the carpeted floor, letting out a low groan as his knees cracked.

"Alright, Grandpa." Natalia joked, waiting for him to help her up.

"Watch it." Daryl said, pointedly, taking hold of her hands to hoist the pregnant woman up. "Ma baby girls ain't even here yet, an' Evie's not even ten, ain't no dating until she's twenty-one."

"Twenty-one?" She laughed.

"You think that's funny? You old enough to drink, legally, you old enough to make your own decisions."

"Says the man who led an eighteen year old to a moonshine cabin so she could have her first sip of alcohol."

"Her dad just died, I ain't going nowhere. Different times."

"Okay, officer daddy Daryl." Natalia saluted with one hand, the other supported her large tummy as she waddled out of the room.

"I like the sound of that." He smirked at her.

"Don't give me that look, you had your chance months ago, I'm scared anything now will send me into Labour."

"Ain't that a good thing?" His wolfish expression dropped, an annoyed one taking place.

"No." She looked over her shoulder at him, his hands were on her hips, guiding her into the direction of their room, the one he hadn't slept in, in a long time. "I'm letting them come on their own time, whenever they want, best chance of not needing a C-Section."

"You'd make it through though, right?" Daryl asked, concern written all over his face as he opened their door. "Siddiq's prepared for that?"

"Daryl, hey, yeah, of course he is" She comforted him, taking his hands and sitting on the bed. "It's just... y'know, a personal preference of not being cut open. But it's handled and everything's gonna be fine, he's prepped for everything that could and might happen, you ain't the only one who's hard to kill." She pulled him down to sit down beside her. "Here, she's a kicker." She placed his hand on the right side of her belly, where it was moving around.

"Which one's this?" He asked, feeling the tiny attack on his palm, his voice was low, full of wonderment and intrigue.

"That's Daisy, she's always active, this one here, she's a little sleeper, I get worried sometimes by how still she is." Natalia prodded around on her left side, trying to get Bambi to move. "You can talk to them if you want, they can hear you."

"Nah, that looks stupid." He grumbled, though he was trying to keep his voice gentle, just in case, as he rubbed her belly.

"Daryl, you're their father, they're gonna want to learn their dad's voice. I talk to them all the time."

"About what?" He looked up at her.

"Anything" she shrugged "What I'm doing, how I'm feeling, I talk to them about Alexandria, and The Hilltop, and The Kingdom, about Rick and Michonne, Glenn and Maggie, Beth, Carl, everyone. I talk to them about the prison, and the road, and my life before this, and their sisters, both of them... and I talk about you a lot, when you're not here, and I'm by myself, when I'm missing you, but how you're out there and what you're doing, and I'm proud, and also that I'm glad that you're trying."

Daryl bowed his head, ashamed that he hadn't made progress in his hunt for any signs of Rick, but also that he had abandoned Natalia, and the girls.

"I'm sorry." He rasped, his eyes were becoming blurry as he thought about how bad of a father he was being, not only to the twins but to Evie, and then how he was a horrible husband to Natalia. "I'm sorry for being shit to ya, you don't deserve that."

"Hey, look at me." She lifted his head, her hands on his cheeks, she was always good at reading him. "Don't, okay, I know I was mad earlier, I shouldn't of said that stuff, I was annoyed and in the wrong, but I didn't mean it. You're the best husband in the world, and you're already an amazing father to Evie, she loves you, and I know the girls will, too. You're too good for this world, and I can't put into words enough how much I love you, I've waited my whole life for a person like you to come into it, and clearly I know words aren't enough to convince you, because I've been trying for two years, been tryna convince you you're important to me for four, and yet it feels like I've known you an entire lifetime. I was mad because I miss you so much, it's like my whole world stops when you're not in it."

"I ain't gonna leave ya, not again, I swear to ya." He sniffled, dropping his head on her shoulder as his fingers tangled in her hair. "Love ya, so fucking much."

"Hey, Evie might not be lurking around as the language police, but Daisy and Bambi can still hear ya." Natalia teased, earning a scoff from the man.

"Sorry." He grumbled to the two babies. "Daddy didn' mean tha', S'bad word."

Natalia smiled widely as he spoke to her stomach, playing with his hair, feeling warm at the blush creeping up his neck, embarrassed he was actually doing it.

"Hey, you woke Bambi up." She cheered, feeling the baby move around on her side of the womb, "Keep talking, she must like the sound of your voice."

"Really?" He looked up at her.

"Yes, c'mon."

"Alright." He sighed, trying to think about what to say. "You said you told 'em stories about everything, right?"

"If you're thinking about telling them stories about you and your brother before all this, don't even think about it." She warned, having heard a bunch of the illegal activities they used to get up to.

"Nah, time I fell off a horse, almost died, back at the farm."

Natalia raised her brows, she didn't think she'd heard this one before.

"Go on." She urged. "Girls, just so you know, this was before I met your dad, so anything dumb he did, was out of my hands from preventing."

"Alright." He cleared his throat as Natalia moved back on the bed, laying her head on the pillows as he followed, laying in between her legs, resting his head on his hand whilst the other one rubbed the large bump, her hand returned to entwine in his messy hair. "When I was out looking for Aunt Carols daughter, her name was Sophia." He told his daughters "Took a horse out, didn't bother asking Hershel, Aunt Maggie's dad, that's when I didn't really like him, though, I shoulda asked, then I woulda known her name was "Nervous Nelly." That's important to the story. So I'm riding this horse around the woods, an' I found her doll in a riverbed, first clue that she was alive, spoiler alert, she weren't. Then, the horse, Nervous Nelly, gets spooked, knocks your dad off, I go flying down this cliff, tumble so hard, I get a damn arrow stuck in my side, head was cut up, the water was stained with ma blood, was looking bad for yer old man." He looked up at Natalia, see if she was listening as well, which she was, though she was trying to work out what actually happened or if he was being dramatic, for the sake of the story, with it being Daryl, there was honestly no telling, with the amount of shit he's been through and surprisingly made it out. "So I drag myself out, and I gotta patch up, using the sleeves of my shirt to tie around the arrow, couldn't just pull it out, that's dangerous, if it were yer momma, bet she woulda, though." She smacked his head in protest. "Wait till I tell ya about the time she got shot, and I hadda save her life."

"So you were at the bottom of this cliff with an arrow in your side?" Natalia pulled him away from his distraction.

"Yeah, right, so I'm thinking about how I'm gonna get back up, track down that horse so I can skin it and- give it a good telling off... but then I hear rustling in the tree's, coulda been an animal, coulda been walkers, anything, so I comb through the river, finding my crossbow before making my way towards climbing the cliff, got nothing but a stick, a crossbow, and a damn doll tucked into my belt."

"Damn, sure sad I missed seeing that." Natalia scoffed. "I'm pregnant, with your kids." She warned, before he could pinch her in retaliation. "Continue with your story."

"Stop interrupting me, lady. Anyway, I manage to get half way through, giving myself a pep talk to get the rest of the way up, then I fall all the way back down, fell so hard, I damn passed out. When I woke up, saw my jackass of a brother, yer uncle Merle, who I thought was dead at the time, cause of yer Uncle Rick, 'Nother story though. Turned out, he was never there in the first place, y'know who were there, walkers, and when I got to my senses, took 'em out, even had to pull the arrow outta my own side to do it, then, patched myself up, gutted a squirrel, got some food in my system, made myself a neat lil necklace and I climbed the damn cliff, all by maself, ain't a single person's help, I got myself back to the farm, they all came running fer me, thought I was a walkers, when they got to me, realised I was still breathing, yer Uncle Rick, he put his gun down, then this woman I used to be friends with, Andrea, son of a bitch shot me in the head, bullet whizzed right past my head." He did the motion. "Grazed me."

"Andrea shot you?" Natalia asked, her brows furrowed. "Knew I was justified in not liking her, bitch."

"Thought we couldn't swear around 'em?" He reminded.

"Daryl, they're babies, they don't know what that means, why did she shoot you?" She interrogated.

"Said it in my story, she stayed at the RV, thought I was a walker and tried to shoot me from the distance, had something to prove, but she missed."

"Too right, she missed. Why'd you never tell me this before?"

"I haven't?"

"Uh, no! I think I'd remember if you did!"

"Geez, must've slipped my mind, ain't that big of a deal." He shrugged, moving away from out of the hold from between her legs and settling his head on his pillows, beside her.

"Daryl, you got shot, how is that not a big deal?"

"I didn't die, right c'mon, bed time, you gotta get as much sleep as ya can, those bags are huge."

He earned a punch in the arm.

"If I knew this would make you way more feisty than usual, I woulda pulled out." Daryl commented, rubbing his bicep.

"Well, you best start practising, cause I ain't going through it again."

"You mean now?" He looked at her, raising his brows.

"No." She shot him down. "I meant what I said earlier, give me two-to-three months."

"Huh?" His voice rose, the usual hoarseness dropping.

"You try pushing at least one thing outta your dick and we'll see how you get on." She told him, turning on her side, nestling her head into the pillow, she had made a small line of pillows to make it more comfortable in bed, for her bump. "What got us in this trouble anyway."

"That's what your body's made ta do." He told her, blowing out the candles that were lit on the bedside tables.

"Go back to sleeping in the woods, asshole."

"C'mon, I was kidding, grateful of ya for popping these two out, but you're way more than that." He spooned her, rubbing her protruding stomach whilst he kissed from her shoulder all the way up to her cheek. "I love ya."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She rolled her eyes, but snuggled into his touch.

Quite a few moments had passed when she listened for his breathing, working out whether he was asleep or not.

"Hey, baby?" She whispered.

"Hm?" He mumbled, his eyes were closed and his chin was balanced on the top of her head.

"You awake?"

"Uh huh."

"I left the mac and cheese in the nursery." She confessed. "Don't wanna attract ants, but if I get up, it's so much harder."

He exhaled sharply, throwing his head back on his own pillows.

"I got it." Daryl told her, getting up from the bed.

"Oh, whilst you're up, we got some cobbler downstairs, Jerry sent it over with a pack of chips, I'm his guinea pig, he's experimenting, oh and grab a stick of cucumber."

"What, you want some slices?"

"No, that's okay, you can just get the whole stick." Natalia smiled up at him. "Thanks baby."

"Yeah, yeah." He shook his head, leaving the bedroom.

When he returned with her requested items, Daryl watched in wonderment how she devoured the food, before munching on the stick of cucumber, not even bothering to cut it up.

"What?" She asked, her mouth full of the vegetable, meeting his gaze.

"Nothing." He shook his head. "I don't like the way you're eating that, making me nervous."

He was already holding a pillow over his crotch, something he did subconsciously.

"I only bit it once, and it was an accident." Natalia glared at him, "I heard someone walk past and I got spooked."

"Was your idea, anyway." He looked away.

"You saying that if I offered to go down on you now, you wouldn't want it?" She asked, her hand on his thigh as she batted her eyelashes.

Daryl swallowed thickly, forcing himself to think straight.

"You for real?" He asked her.

"Of course not." She slapped her hand off, running it through her long dark hair. "I'm nine months pregnant, with twins, pig."

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Ghost Guy Steve - (Ghost) Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Title: Ghost Guy Steve

(Ghost) Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's parents (Mentioned), Reader's twin siblings (Mentioned), and Robin (Mentioned)

WC: 1,643

Warnings: AU where Steve died instead of Eddie, Steve's a ghost, mentions of exorcism, mentions of pervs (but there is none), slight angst, fluff, and Steve tries to flirt but fails

Looking up at the house, you were quite surprised. You were a bit overwhelmed by it all. Moving from just a two-bedroom house into a six-bedroom house was crazy and a huge adjustment. But you loved every inch of it, especially the large kitchen where you could cook with your family. The bedrooms were all upstairs including one set that served as your own private suite. It was all yours and nobody would bother you there. Not even your parents or twin siblings. You still couldn't believe you had your own bathroom!

But, something was going on. Something weird. After almost every shower, after you dressed and went to your room to grab your hairbrush from your bedside table drawer; you'd come back to see the writing on your steamy mirror. A note would be there. On occasion, you would find a drawing too. They were always so sweet and thoughtful but they also made no sense. Who was writing these messages for you? It started out small, maybe once a week or so. When you came back to your room after taking a shower, there would be a note scrawled across the mirror. Sometimes it said how beautiful you looked that day and other times they'd tell you how much they liked you, or they'd say they hoped you were having a good day.

You thought maybe one of your parents was doing it, but they looked at you like you were crazy when you asked. You even asked your prankster twin siblings and they were even confused. You were literally out of people. It wasn't like you made any friends yet, you had only just moved to Hawkins two months ago. You were beginning to think you were going crazy. But, as your mind raced, you thought of other possibilities.

Maybe your house was haunted?

Brushing out your wet hair, you went back to the mirror, and there was another little message; 'I got nothing but love for you.' You quirked an eyebrow, frowning slightly.

"Really? 'Monday Morning' by Fleetwood Mac?"

You just shook your head and left the bathroom, entering your bedroom you shrieked, seeing a figure. They turned to you hearing your scream, their eyes wide and hands up in defense. Then you saw it, this person, this young man's feet weren't touching the ground. Eyes wide you stared at the very apparent ghost in front of you. He was very ghosty, whatever that meant. He had a slight glow around him, though he wasn't like the ghosts from Ghostbusters or Casper. You could tell that he had brown hair, and brown eyes, and the clothes he was wearing were very 80s.

"Hi." He said with a small wave.

"Oh god, you can talk..." You muttered, not believing a ghost was right in front of you.

"Yeah, I can." The ghost guy smiled nervously with a shrug.

Your eyes moved from him to behind you and back quickly, "You... You've been writing those... Those messages? Why do you have a sailor sat on?" You asked, stumbling over your words, flabbergasted.

The ghost grabbed the top of his head, "I have this stupid hat on!? Come on..." He sighed, "I'm sorry if it's bothering you, but I just didn't know how else to talk to you without scaring you."

You frowned a little, "Kind of hard not to be scared in the first place. Also, my bathroom mirror? Are you some kind of ghost perv?"

The ghost shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide as he raised his hand back up again. "No! God, no. I would write it after you've left to get your brush. By the way, why not keep it in the bathroom? It's easier than going out and back in again." He observed and you raised your brush at him threateningly.

"Don't judge where I keep my things, sailor ghost guy." You glared at him as he stared at the brush with a small smile on his face.

"Okay, well my name is Steve. Not 'sailor ghost guy'. And, this was my work uniform. But the world likes to torment me... so I am wearing this I guess." This Steve sighed, placing his hands on his hips. "I bet this is karma for saying that 'Id rather die than wear this stupid hat'." He mumbled after.

"Steve? Well, I'm Y/N. Now, why are you haunting me?" You asked swiftly, making Steve chuckle.

"Wow, you get straight to the point, don't you?" He grinned, looking down at his feet, "Well, I mean, I guess I am dead."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

"It means I'm dead?" He shrugged, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you. "I mean, that's the only explanation I could really think of."

"Gosh, I wasn't expecting this." You sighed, rubbing your forehead, "But, why are you haunting me? I feel like you're avoiding that question." You frowned skeptically and Steve smirked at you.

"I used to live here." Steve answered, "And, I think you're really pretty."

"Wha?!" You gasped, completely taken aback. "You lived here? And you think I'm pretty?"

He nodded shyly, then ran his hand through his hair, "I've been 'haunting' my own house for thirty-six years now. I've seen people come and go. But you're the only one I'm like, "Wow, she's pretty." Ya know?" He explained as your jaw dropped open.

"Hold up..." You raised your hand, stopping him from talking.

"I mean, it might be weird having a ghost crush on you, but-"

"Shhh! I'm still processing this." You interrupted, closing your eyes.

You had just moved into a new house; getting weird but cute messages on your mirror and it turns out a ghost lived here. Steve seemed very nice, and very down to earth. Not to mention, he was extremely handsome and you couldn't help but blush at the idea of a ghost liking you. But, he was a ghost. You were in a dilemma.

"Wow…” You breathed out, “Were you this smooth when you were alive?" You asked, eyes wide as you walked to your bed, setting your brush on the bedside table.

"Yup." Steve nodded, "I was a real ladies' man in my day."

You gave him an unamused look, "I was being sarcastic. You don’t seem like a ladies' man."

"Well, that's not very nice. I had a girlfriend for your information." He frowned slightly, crossing his arms.

You smirked, "Keyword 'had.' You walked right into that one." You laughed as you tossed one of your pillows at him from your bed.

You threw it at Steve's face but he caught it easily, holding the pillow against his chest. "Hey!" He complained playfully, "That's also not nice. Are all people in your era mean like you?"

You froze, eyes wide as you stared at the pillow in his arms. "You can touch things? I thought ghosts couldn't do that?" You said, pointing to the pillow.

"Oh," Steve began, before tossing the pillow back to you, “Where did you hear that?”

"Ghostbusters, The Ring, The Shining... The only movie I've watched that ghosts can touch things was the movie Ghost Dad."

"Well, I guess I'm special," Steve spoke, resting his hand on his cheek as he floated to sit on the bed.

"Well," You rolled your eyes, "Just because you can touch things doesn't mean you should." You said, picking up the pillow and placing it in its rightful place.

"It's a pillow, who cares?" He shrugged, "So, does that mean you're single? Or do you have someone special?"

You scoffed, "What? No. Why would you ask me that?"

"Because I'm charming." Steve smirked, waggling his eyebrows.

"Uh-huh... Sure..." You laughed, rolling your eyes again.

Steve quickly spoke up again, "You don't think I can be charming? I left those cute notes." He asked, tilting his head to the side.

You stopped walking, turning to face him, "Do you want me to give you the whole 'you-are-a-ghost-so-why-would-I-date-you' explanation? It wouldn't work out. Even if I thought you were cute too." You shrugged and Steve's smile widened.

"You think I'm cute?" He teased and you groaned.

"Dude, is that all you heard from that? You're a ghost, I'm alive." You huffed, slightly annoyed.

"No, but you said I’m cute," He continued to tease you as you sighed. "And, how would we not work? I may be... Well, dead. But, I am stuck here for eternity, I can talk and I am great at listening. And, I give pretty good advice." He explained as he gestured to his chest with his thumb, "So, yeah. We could make it work."

"Tempting, but no, Steve. You're a ghost. I'm alive. I can't date you." You chuckled sadly, and Steve looked disappointed.

"Oh... Well, that's okay then... Could we still be friends?" He tilted his head to the side again, a hopeful expression on his face.

You pretended to think over it, tapping your thumb on your chin, "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

Steve clapped his hands together in excitement, "Awesome! Can I get your number?" He asked, reaching into his pocket.

You rolled your eyes as you laughed, "Jeez, stop trying to impress me with that old-school thing. Do ghosts even have phones? And don't you say that you lived here too?"

"I’m trying to be smooth." He replied quickly, "You're stuck with me forever."

Steve then turned away from you for a moment, “Come on, Steve. Robin would’ve added another mark to the loser side already.” He whispered to himself before turning back to you as if nothing happened.

You shook your head, "Sorry, I don't like being stuck with anything." You smirked and Steve shrugged.

"Well, as long as you don't exorcize me, you're stuck with me." Steve smiled at you, his fingers disappearing back into his pockets.

You leaned forward onto the bed, sighing, "Whatever, at least you're not a mean ghost."

Maybe this won't be too bad. Maybe you could give ghost dating a try.

#steve harrington #ghost steve harrington #fluff #cute #slight angst #stranger things #x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things season four #stranger things s4 #steve stranger things #ghosts #au #stranger things au

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cinamun · 1 year

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I-

You know what...This has literally been me trying to figure out WHY it has been so difficult for me to unpack and/or process my thoughts on this Mercy-Jayce-Bishop situation...and it hit me.

Jayce's story is my own. I was Jay Jay...some umpteen years ago. And even though I am slightly on the other side of the fence when it comes to the situation, I still somehow have one toe that just couldn't completely get all the way over the fence. 😩 but with that being said...let's unpack, shall we (Imma keep this as short and sweet as I can, cause sometimes I can go...)

Jayce is going through everything all at once but Bishop miraculously being yeeted from the save file won't be the cure. It's a start ya'll...but not the solution. Because until Mercy can get her shit together and find a way to heal etc...we're gonna be in the same cycle cause sis doesn't make good choices (for lack of better words). If it ain't Bishop, it just might be someone else like him or much worse because until she properly grieves and learns to love herself etc, she will continue to roll on the hampster wheel of just accepting anything that will fill the void. Remember: Miss ma'am is vulnerable which is why we're in this mess in the first place.

Also, she needs to actively rebuild the relationship with Jayce as well as reassure their bond (if that makes sense). An apology for wanting to sell the wrecka sto, making lobster mac, or leaving Bishop to die in a house fire kicking Bishop out will not be enough for patching up the relationship with her son. She needs to show up every damn day for herself as well as for Jayce. That would require her doing the work.

When you dissect it, their situation is much deeper than Bishop. His ass was just the cherry on top. If I'm not mistaken, she ain't been the same since Jackson passed, right? So we can't put a bandaid on an open wound. This one is gonna take some work, some patience, and some time...Now I'm honestly at a place where I wanna square up with Mercy BUT I needed to get to the root (before I took off my earrings & grabbed my vaseline) Lol.

Now, Imma have to circle back on the whole Jay and Hope situation because this here message was WINDED honey! Lol but that too was a situation I dealt with in the midst of the bullshit...MAAAAAAAN...

Again, thank you for these stories and these moments.

*me still trying to figure out how you knew a lil piece of my life story* Lol. 👀

CHAEEEEEEE!!!!! You're welcome sis! Also we're always unpacking SOMETHING with these pixels. Maybe that's why I'm still not unpacked from my trip last month? Because all of these situations in my game? Idk, can't call it.

How soon after Jackson's passing did Mercy meet Bishop? How much influence has he had and for how long? I remember Jayce saying "she's getting worse" talking about Mercy. That makes me think Bishop was getting worse than he was.... before?

Seems to me like prom night really set him off.....

Anyway, breathe sis!

#story stuff

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luckylewis · 9 months

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who: lucky lewis + @macaulaymontgomery

where: london, circa november 2021

Mac sits crosslegged on Lucky's bed, easily biding time as he studies while she plays around on her phone. She glances back and forth from the screen to him, taking a breath before she speaks up. "Have you thought about what you wanna do for Christmas?"

. . .

With mid-year exam season fast approaching, Lucky's stress levels had reached an all time high and in true Lewis fashion he did nothing but internalise it. He was in the thick of revising programming with data when he found his attention sidetracked by Mac from behind him. He hadn't much considered it, and it showed on his face as he swivelled around in his desk chair.

"Most of my housemates'll be going home, I think. I was just going to spend it here." He shrugged, placing his pen down on the table. "You got any plans?"

. . .

She gives him a quick 'hello again' smile as he turns around in the chair, backlit from his computer. He'd been focused, working tirelessly, and she did her best to stay out of his way when it came to the academic part of his life.

Except flashcards -- she was fucking great at making flashcards.

"I don't know, my mom's been texting me asking if I'm gonna be around," she says with a limp, one shoulder shrug and a tilt of her head.

"You haven't thought about going home?"

. . .

Lucky swallows subconciously at her question, knowing she meant well because Mac always did but being unable to sidestep how the question made him feel. The same way he always felt when he thought of home -- like he was a failure.

It was a large part of why he studied so relentlessly.

"Don't think I'm very welcome back home," He tells her, keeping his tone level. "And you know that, so I'm having a bit of a hard time with why you would even ask me that."

. . .

She knew that asking that question, even innocently, was very tennuous. His answer illicits a frown from her, corners of her mouth completely downturned in disagreement.

"That's not true, I'm sure your sisters would love to see you --"

His words stop her and her brows knit as she looks at him.

"No, I don't know how I would know that," she replies slowly, moving her phone to lay it face down on the bed beside her.

"We don't talk about home. I've been here nearly nine months and we never mention it except to say where we've met."

. . .

"Sister. Singular." He corrects, unable to refrain himself from it. There was no doubt in his mind that Lemie would welcome him back with open arms, but Lori was a much more unpredictable matter.

She always had been when it came to the pair of them.

It was sad in it's own way, not just siblings but twins with the kind of disconnect that they had, but he didn't know how to mend it.

Especially from a different continent.

"What is it exactly you want me to say about home?" He asks, his arms folding across his chest defensively.

. . .

Mac presses her lips together at the correction, momentarily averting her gaze with an exhale. She talked to Lorelai -- all the time, at least every other week. Lorelai knew she saw Lucky, that they "hung out", but Mac had never gone into the depth of the situation. And Lor never asked after him.

The way that family could pretend a problem didn't exist if they couldn't see it -- it was so deeply foreign to her way of operation. But she played along for the sake of calm water, and because she liked the little world that they made up when they were together.

"I would go with you. We could go together, it wouldn't be so bad," she offers him in answer to his question as she draws up to sit on her knees, trying to tilt optimism into her voice --trying to make the prospect of home sound good.

"We could stay at my parents house, even…You could see some people, if you wanted."

. . .

"It wouldn't be so bad for you." Lucky corrects, and why would it? The family next door had always gotten along from what he had seen, always managed to find some unity even in their disputes. He hadn't grown up like that, his family had always been disjointed.

Existing on separate pages of what was supposed to be the same book.

"There's no one there who wants to see me." He straightens in his seat at that, believing it to be the absolute truth. The friendships he had before he left had trickled down to radio silence, ghosts of his past to join the rest.

And he understood it, he wouldn't have any time for him either if he was trying to make a friendship work with someone who had abandoned their baby before she was even born.

"I'm never going back there."

. . .

"I just thought maybe it would help to have me with you…" Macaulay answers, the words coming out a bit deflated and less idealistic as she realizes how silly it must sound on his end.

She looks at him across the short distance, considering every inch of his form and everything she knows about him -- from the life they live now in tandem, to the boy next door that she had been in love with before she really knew what it was. Neighbor, crush, best friend, lover, boyfriend. Well, not boyfriend. But pretty damn close.

"Do you mean that?" she asked, gaze unwavering as she finds the courage to ask the question that she's been stomaching for months.

"You never want to meet her?"

. . .

Her question makes his heart feel like it's being constricted, as if some invisible force had reached through his chest to grip it and start twisting. If he couldn't hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, he might have been worried that was the case.

He had thought about his daughter every day since he had left, before he had even known for sure that he was going to have a daughter. He had found out her name through Facebook, seen his first glimpses of her through Instagram. She had been born into a world without him and seemed to be growing and thriving in his absence.

He didn't want her to turn out like him. He didn't want to inflict himself on her like a plague carrying his family's curse when he wasn't sure he could be a good father to her.

Nothing could change the fact that he had never even held her when she was a baby.

"I want to meet her, but I don't want her to meet me."

The impossibility of it was what kept him frozen there, in that chair, in that city.

. . .

Macaulay's eyes soften, sad, at his answer. For all the show she puts on for the rest of the world -- the way she puffs herself up to make it seem as if nothing sad or bad could touch her -- it always fails to be effective when it's the two of them alone together.

She'd seen his daughter -- met her, accidentally, in passing when she'd run into Sterling at the grocery store. It'd left her with a strange feeling, something that hadn't settled right in her stomach the whole time she'd visited.

Like she'd felt guilty that she'd met Sunny first, in spite of the act that she hadn't spoken to Lucky in over a year at the time.

"Don't you think that that's a little unfair?" she asks as she moves to sit on the foot of the bed.

"To just completely remove yourself from her life forever and not even giving her the option?"

. . .

“Is it more fair to be a half-there presence in her life?”

Thats the most Lucky ever was anywhere, half-there, half-present. The only thing he ever was wholly was selfish and he’s known that since the second he stepped on a plane to London without looking back.

Even if things were different, even if he was different, it was too late now to take back what he had done and he wasn’t man enough to face it head on.

“I don’t want to talk about this, Mac.”

. . .

"It's better than not trying at all," she answers without filter before her brain could stop her, her voice low in consideration.

She couldn't claim to be any kind of expert in the matter -- except that she herself had a 'just okay' sort of dad. So maybe she wasn't the best example.

There's a chance to drop the subject and move on like it never happened; it's right there and staring her in the face with his words.

But she can't. He's flown halfway across the world to avoid this, formed a whole new circle of friends who don't even know that his daughter exists, and she can't stomach the feeling that he hasn't had anyone to check him on it.

"I just -- If we keep being in each others lives like this, Lucky, I think we have to talk about it."

. . .

“Then maybe we shouldn’t be in each others lives like this.” He says, a little too fast and a little too harshly.

It was the direct opposite of what he wants, a fear come to life in truth. If he didn’t have Mac he didn’t truly have anyone, not in a real way. Even Adam only knew the version of him that was tailored and fine tuned and polished to fit in there.

( He can’t help but wonder if maybe that’s what he deserved for the choices he’s made. )

. . .

Maybe she'd just gotten too hopeful.

They'd been playing house since she'd gotten there nine months before. They'd had a summer in Italy together that made her so happy that she could easily start picturing forever with the two of them together.

It felt like something real. And she was hoping that if they finally talked about this specific and especially large elephant in the room, then maybe they could really talk about what they meant to each other and where they wanted to go.

The quickness of his reply stings in a way that shows on her face, but she inhales sharply.

"Do you mean that?"

. . .

“Yeah.”

He’s certain he would have said anything to end the conversation, the consequences of it be damned. It’s harder to pretend those consequences were inconsequential as he imagines them, imagines what he had decreed — Mac not being a part of his life.

It makes him draw in a shaky breath, his eyes screwing shut so that might save them from the way they welled up as the weight of it all hit him square in the chest like a punch.

“No.”

He’s as unsure of his own words as he was uncomfortable with the emotions he couldn’t get a handle on, the type that he only ever let himself experience in an empty room where no one would ever be any the wiser.

He can’t bring himself to look at her as his head turns to focus on the clipped wooden floorboard near his desk, swiping at his eye with the back of his hand as he tried to get a handle on himself and the rising sense of panic he felt at the vastness of the things he’s said and done that led him to that moment.

“Fuck. Can you just give me a minute. Please.”

. . .

He answers in the affirmative and her lips pull in tight, nose scrunching as she does a terrible job in hiding how much his knee-jerk reactions had hurt her.

She's already on her feet by the time he walks it back, reaching for her phone and a charger chord, both of which she stuff into the front pocket of her hoodie.

Macaulay looks at him as she's turning to the door and she's never felt more torn -- she doesn't know whether to refuse and stay stubbornly with him through it or follow his wishes for space. Either holds the potential to make the situation worse.

Then again, it seems like he's made his stance on the importance of her presence pretty clear.

"It's fine. I'm going. I'll go," she answers, a waver in her hollow voice as she exits his room and starts down the stairs from the landing.

. . .

He’s equally grateful and devastated as she does what he asked her to, her footsteps on the landing rather than towards felt like the worst kind of prize. For most of his life he felt like he had dabbled in some accidental practice of making himself an easy person to walk away from — now he’s worried he may have mastered it.

He lets himself feel it all once he’s the only person there to witness it and it feels like the kind of regret that morphed into something else. An insurmountable grief for the lives he could have had. With his daughter, with Mac, the hundreds of other version of the present he could have found himself in that weren’t his current reality hunched over in his desk chair with his hands covering his face as he sobbed like a boy overwhelmed by emotions no one had ever taught him to understand.

It’s the kind of anguish that makes him want to call his mom though he knew she wouldn’t answer. She rarely did these days, texts back were even less frequent. His dad was no different, the pair of them too tangled up in a war with each other to spare the capacity to be any kind of comforting presence when needed.

The pair of them embody exactly what he’s most afraid of — that one day the little girl with his eyes half a world away might find herself in a moment where she just needed her dad and he would be a name and a number and a voice on the other end of the line that didn’t pick up.

#flashback.#thread.#discord thread.#ft. macaulay montgomery.#mac 004.#timeline: november 2021.#macaulaymontgomery #depression tw #anxiety tw

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dreamypqulson · 2 years

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— called me up again just to break me like a promise

summary: misty's parents finally contact misty after she left, or rather died on a bad note. when they plan to meet up for lunch for the first time since, it doesn't go exactly as planned. cordelia is there for emotional support and for comfort when they let misty down yet again.

pairing: cordelia goode x misty day

word count: 2800

a/n: this sucks and didn’t turn out how i wanted but i’m posting it anyways lol

"Why would they wanna see me again? They burned me at the stake. They're awful. And now that they find out i'm alive, they think that everything's just peachy" Misty sighed and dramatically thew herself onto her and Cordelia's bed. It was all too confusing for her.

It was a Friday afternoon and Misty had gotten a letter in the mail from her mother and father, stating that they would like to catch up over lunch. Misty had died many times, lived in a swamp for a few years, she'd been to hell and back. She didn't have the energy for this. Now that she had Cordelia and the girls at the academy that she considered family, she didn't need her parents.

"I know, Misty. I wish I had an answer for you" Cordelia said, and sat down beside Misty. The cajun leaned over and rested her head on the older woman's shoulder. Cordelia started to run her fingers through the wild blonde curls. "They don't deserve you. But if you want to see them, that's your decision. I'm not going to tell you what to do."

"But Delia" Misty huffed "I don't know what to do."

"Do what feels right to you, honey."

That was a week and a day ago. Now, Misty and Cordelia were getting ready to go meet her parents at a local restaurant.

Cordelia had never met them before, but from the stories that Misty had told her, she hadn't grown too fond of them for what they had done to her dearest love. She wasn't excited about today. She was anxious, and mostly because it was seeping out of Misty and onto her.

"I'm real nervous, Delia" Misty said. The cajun was pacing around the room. She had gotten ready at eight in the morning when they didn't have to leave until one.

"Mist, love, i'm going to need you to sit down for a minute. Please. I can't talk to you when your running around here like a chicken with it's head cut off" Cordelia teased. She was trying to lighten up Misty's mood, but it hadn't quite worked. Misty's eyebrows were still knitted together, and her eyes were glassy.

But she listened and took a seat beside Cordelia.

"Misty" Cordelia said again, and hooked her finger under Misty's chin. She now had the younger woman's full attention. "If you feel uncomfortable at any moment and want to leave, you just let me know and we will, okay?" Day nodded. "And you don't have to tell them anything about your life if you don't want to. If you do, then that's fine. I'm going to be right next to you the entire time, and I promise I won't let them hurt or take advantage of you, alright?"

"Alright, baby. I love ya a whole bunch." She leaned in and kissed Cordelia's lips. She attempted to deepen it but with Cordelia always being on schedule, she pulled away. "I love you too, honey, but we have to go. Save that for later" Cordelia winked, and with that, they were out the door.

"I tell ya, Delia, as angry as I am at them, I'm still excited" Misty said, while Cordelia was focused on the road. Fleetwood Mac was playing at a low volume because Misty would always refuses to get into the car unless it's on. She's still getting used to the whole 'car' thing after not being in one her entire life. Her parents couldn't afford one and she didn't live around taxi's or busses. So, putting on Fleetwood Mac wasn't a big deal if it made Misty feel at ease.

"That's good" Cordelia grabbed Misty hand and left the other one on the wheel. "It's okay to have mixed emotions about it too. They betrayed you but they're still your parents so it's makes it much more confusing."

Misty looked over at Cordelia, and she could feel the cajuns eyes on her, but wouldn't take her eyes off of the road for Misty's sake. "Did that ever happen with you and Fiona? The mixed emotions?"

Cordelia sighed. She was open with Misty about everything, but it didn't erase the hurt that she felt when she talked about it. "It did. Especially when she died. It was reliving and in the moment I wanted to love and care about her, but it was Fiona, and I was still so angry at her."

"Maybe that's how they feel bout' me" Misty sighed, and slouched further into her seat. "They're mad at me for being' a witch and all that, and sure as hell will be mad when they found out I got myself a girlfriend. A pretty hot girlfriend at that" Misty smirked. Cordelia rolled her eyes but didn't bother to hide her smile. "But i'm still their daughter" the cajun finished.

"Exactly. But Mist, I want you to know that's there's nothing wrong with being a witch. And there's nothing wrong with being a girl that has a girlfriend. I don't want them to mess with your head."

"I know that, Delia. I know that now. Ain't no way they can change how I feel bout ya either" Misty said.

Cordelia squeezed Misty's hand just a little bit tighter, she would've kiss her if she wasn't driving. She wish she could've. She was so incredibly proud of Misty. How much she had grown even with a million obstacles being thrown at her every which way.

Misty and Cordelia sat, waiting in the booth together. It wasn't busy for it being lunch time. Her parents weren't supposed to be there by one but Misty insisted that her and Cordelia were to be there by twelve thirty.

Cordelia noticed that Misty's head popped up whenever she heard the door open.

"Misty, baby, relax" Cordelia said, when Misty almost entirely jumped out of her seat because she could've sworn it was her mother. "M' sorry. I'm just all jittery. I want to get it over with already."

"I get that."

"What about you? What do I tell them you are to me? Oh god. Oh shit. Delia, what do I do?" Tears started to spring into Misty's eyes, and a few eyes wondered over to their table. Misty hasn't quite yet understood social que's.

"Misty, darling. If you want to tell them that i'm your wife, then i'm fine with that. If you don't, i'm fine with that too. I understand if must be scary. if you don't want to tell them just yet, then don't."

Cordelia placed her hand against Misty's porcelain cheek. The cajun was begin to sweat, and all of a sudden, she felt nauseous too. She need air but she couldn't risk getting up when they could walk in at any moment.

"It's my life. You're my wife. I shouldn't be scared of them. Right, Delia? I'm a grown woman, they can't do nothin' to me. Not anymore" Misty said proudly, confidently.

"That's right, Mist" Cordelia giggled.

"I'm gonna tell them how it is. You're my wife and if they can't handle that then they can go right back to not talkin' to me."

"There's my Misty!" Cordelia said quietly though, and with her free hand, she gently squeezed Misty thigh, making the cajun nearly yelp.

"Ya know, they always run late" Misty said, only because it had been twenty minutes and they were still yet to show.

Misty tried to stay strong, but Cordelia could hear the falter in her voice. Something only Cordelia would notice.

Misty's parents were never late. Misty knew that too. She just wanted to hide the embarrassment.

"They'll be here, Misty" Cordelia assured "things happen. They could just be running late" because Cordelia knew, just by Misty's voice, that they don't 'always run late.'

"Sure" Misty breathed in and out. Then she grabbed Cordelia's hand again because she needed to feel her but couldn't bring herself to say it. "Yeah. Yeah, ya right."

Cordelia pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand. "An hour, Delia" Misty's lip trembled. She didn't bother to hold in the tears anymore. She wouldn't be able to if she tried. "A whole hour. What coulda possibly happened?"

"I know, i know" Cordelia muttered. She didn't know. She didn't know what to say to Misty either. There's was nothing she could say. Her parents hurt her yet again.

Cordelia let go of Misty's hand and started rubbing circles into the the younger woman's back for support. "Do you want to go?" Cordelia said, only because Misty wasn't great in social settings and right now, she knew the Misty was going to break down.

"No" Misty sniffled, and straightened her posture to compose herself. "Can we just- can we wait? Just a little while longer? Please?"

"Of course, baby. I got all the time in the world. Okay? I'm here for you."

"I'm so so sorry, Misty" Cordelia said under her breath. The waited out another thirty minutes, and then another. It's been two hours, her parents were definitely not going to show.

Misty didn't answer, and Cordelia knew that meant she was pissed. She had every right to be.

"I shoulda known."

"Honey, you wouldn't have been able to know. I didn't know, either. They lied to you."

"But i'm they're daughter, Cordelia! I should've known because I know how they are, and I know how they feel about me" Misty said, louder than anticipated. Her emotions were getting the best of her, and it didn't matter that there were people around. Let them hear. Let them hear how awful Mr and Mrs Day were.

"Misty..." Cordelia said. She was near tears herself. She loved Misty so deeply that she was forced to feel all her pain, and, all her happiness.

"No! Not even my own family loves me! They abandoned me, and they just did it again! I let them do it again because i'm so damn gullible, just like Madi said!" Misty stood up, and once she finished speaking -yelling- she walked right out the door.

Cordelia grabbed her bag and followed Misty out. Once she caught up to her, she called for her. She was out of breathe trying to walk beside Misty who just wouldn't stop. Misty was taller than her, and her legs were much longer. It made it hard for Cordelia to keep up.

"Cordelia, Please. I just want to go home."

And so they did. And they car ride was insanely awkward because Cordelia didn't dare speak, and Misty's refused to speak. The only sound being Fleetwood Mac playing lightly in the background.

When they arrived at the academy, Misty bursted out the car doors. Cordelia would've been worried that the door almost fell off from Misty's impact on it, but she was more concerned over Misty herself.

Cordelia took her time getting out of the car, and making her way into the academy. Misty needed a few minutes to calm down. Even then, she knew the cajun would still be on fire.

When Cordelia was walking up the stairs, she could hear her bedroom door slam shut. Cordelia knew that Misty didn't lock it. Misty knew deep down that she wanted Cordelia to come in and hold her.

"Misty" Cordelia said, and knocked, despite the door being unlocked. Misty deserved privacy, and that's the least Cordelia could give her right now.

She heard sobs from the other side of the door, they were muffled so Cordelia assumed that Misty was laying face down. Her heart clenched.

"Misty i'm coming in" Cordelia said, ever so softly.

She walked in and was met with a bundle of blonde curls piled onto the pillow. "Oh, Mist" Cordelia muttered. She sat beside Misty on the bed and let her fingers run through the curls.

A louder sob broke out.

"Baby, come here" Cordelia said, and didn't wait for Misty to speak before pulling her onto her lap. Misty just nuzzled her head closer into Cordelia's stomach. She didn't want the older woman to see her so wrecked over this. To Misty, it was embarrassing.

But Misty continued to sob, and Cordelia just sat there and let her.

"I know, I know. Just let it out, honey."

Over time, she did begin to calm down. Her sobs turned into hiccups and just a few droplets were rolling down her face. Cordelia's hands never stopping from running through Misty's hair. Misty liked it a lot, and Cordelia was aware of that.

"I'm so stupid" Misty grumbled, and then hiccuped. Her voice was muffled into Cordelia's shirt that the older woman hardly heard her.

"You're not stupid, Mist. Don't say that about yourself."

"I am stupid. I let 'em pull me into their trap again. I'm stupid, I know I am. It's what everyone thinks of me" Misty says.

"It's not what I think of you. I think you're the smart person I know. Who else knows how to bring themselves back to life after getting burned at the stake? Or finding a shack in the swamp and make a life out there? I wouldn't call that person stupid."

"But Delia, it's not just that. I just want my mama and daddy to love me. I deserve that love, right?"

Cordelia, with her free hand, brushed away Misty's tears. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her nose was beginning to block.

"You are very deserving of that love, Misty. I get what you're saying, I do. Some people, though, are just not cut out to be parents. And it's unfair to the kids, it really is, but it's just how it is. And I know it sucks, but there's nothing you or anyone else can do. It's not your fault, and it's not your responsibility, either. It's purely them."

Misty's lip trembled, and Cordelia started to soothingly run her thumb over the smooth skin of Misty's cheekbone.

"I'm just- 'm just so scared I ain't gonna be a good mama for our little girl. I never experienced good parenting. What if- what if I just ruin our family?" Misty hadn't even noticed that she was running her hand over the small bump on Cordelia's stomach until now. A few more tears fell right over Cordelia's thumb.

"You're going to be an amazing mama. She already loves you so much, Misty. Every time you're around, my stomach get's a fluttery feeling, and not only because I love you so much but because she loves you too" Cordelia and Misty both chuckled, and then Cordelia continued, "now you just know what not to do. You know what parents do or say that will hurt a kid. You know what they did that hurt little Misty. Now you won't do that to our little Misty and Cordelia."

"Darlin, you're gonna make me cry even more and i'm not even the pregnant one" Misty said.

Cordelia brushed away the curls that were sticking to Misty's face, and leaned down to kiss her. "I love ya so much, Delia. 'M gonna try and be the best dang mama there is and do my best to not turn into them. And yer gonna be the best mommy too!"

Cordelia laughed at her, and Misty smiled up at Cordelia with her blue eyes twinkling with a kind of love that you can only find if you dig deep enough. "Oh Misty, I love you! You're already the best mama. You won't have to try hard because you are Misty day, not your parents."

Misty pulled herself up, resting her head against Cordelia's chest. The older woman could still feel Misty's warm tears, rolling down her own skin. She didn't mind though. It hurt more that Misty was upset.

"Just hurts not having ya own family love ya. Ya know? They're supposed to love ya unconditionally."

"I do know Misty. I know. It hurts to every think about that, and it probably always will. But you know what?"

Misty tilted her head and was met with brown hues. "What?" Misty asked, ever so softly. Her voice was still wobbly.

"I love you unconditionally. And you have a whole house of girls who do too. Soon enough, you'll have your own little girl who will. Like I said before, she already does."

"Delia...do ya find it funny makin' me cry like this?" Misty Day, ever the comedian. Cordelia let out a belly laugh at her. It wasn't funny when Misty cried. She was a tough person. But it was hilarious whenever Misty would cry over Cordelia being sweet to her, because it was innocent and Misty wasn't hurting.

"I find it funny if it's happy tears, goof" Cordelia said.

Misty rolled her eyes but without an annoyed intention. "I love ya a whole bunch, Delia. I mean it. What would I even do without you?"

Cordelia leaned down again, with out squishing the baby in her stomach, and kissed the top of Misty's wild curls. "I love you a whole bunch too, Mrs Goode-Day."

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sailorsenshishitposter · 5 months

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Steven Armstrong x Reader

Warning for racism and xenophobia

Senator Steven Armstrong:

You're extremely patriotic, from Texas or just love huge men who smash everything with their giant hulk fists

First Date:

You were a secretary at World Marshal Inc. and had started to recently have an affair with your boss who was not only CEO of the company but was also running as candidate for the upcoming election. To say you had to keep things on the down low would be a massive understatement. The public couldn't get wind of this as it would be a huge scandal. You were saddened that you hardly ever got to see Steven but he promise that he would make it up to you. He donned a fake moustache with a chef's hat and pretended that he was a world renowned culinary artist from France who's specicialty was making the mother of all omletes. Personally, you thought he was kind of over thinking it. Especially since you were at a football game.

"Did you know that I used to play for the University of Texas? They said I could go pro but I did the honorable thing and joined the navy. These pansies couldn't even keep up with me. I bet I could break them in two!" You placed your hand over his massive forearm. "Lets just try to enjoy the game dear." You were right. "I apologize. I'll go get us some refreshments." He kissed you on the cheek and walked off.

While waiting in line he couldn't help but notice that a large number of people ahead of him were of asian descent. "Damn foreigners! First these orientals come here with their candy ass trees and the next thing you know they're taking our jobs. It's unamerican, I tell you what!" he thought to himself. Eventually it was his turn and he reached the register. "Hello, may I take your order?" Armstrong couldn't believe his eyes. "Jack?! What are you doing here!" he said in disgust.

"NO! No fucking way am I serving you!" Armstrong grabbed him by the uniform. "You piece of shit, don't make me get your manager!" Raiden cursed under his breath. "Shit!" He knew he couldn't afford to lose this job. "Alright, fine! I'll have you know that since leaving Maverick, it's been very hard to find a job in this economy and I need this one to pay for my son's child support. Anyway, what will it be?"

Armstrong looked over the menu. It was all deep fried, calorie loaded garbage that would give you imminent diabetes but damn it, it was the most American food he had ever seen. "I'll take two Big Mac's, some fries and two Coca colas. How much will it be?" Raiden was trying everything he could to keep Jack at bay. "There aren't any Big Mac's, this isn't McDonald's! Order something else!"

Armstrong said "Fine. Two Whoppers. Take it or leave it!" Raiden slammed his head into the cash register violently. "You idiot! That's Burger King and we don't have those either!" Armstrong was getting agitated. "WHERE THE HELL IS A MAN SUPPOSED TO FIND A GOOD OLD FASHIONED HAMBURGER!?" Raiden then pointed to the sign. "Sir, this is a Wendy's. We have burgers if you'd like to order some."

"Fine!" he grumbled and the senator threw some change at the table. "Allow me to prepare your order" and with that, Raiden returned to the kitchen and took his sword out, slicing all the food he could. He returned with a bag and said "That will be $24.99" Armstrong scoffed. "Damn war economy!" He opened the bag and inspected all its contents. "The hell is this? My fries are cold!" Raiden was stunned. "Sir, I assure you that's the standard temperature we cook them at-" Suddenly Armstrong got in his face and was screaming about how he was being scammed and that he wanted his money back.

"No way! I'm not giving you a refund-" The next thing he knew, Raiden was punched so hard in the face that he flew into the air and landed on the football field. In his haste, Armstrong's disguise fell off and he rushed after the cyborg. The players stopped to look at what they were witnessing and a camera was now showing living footage on a large screen television. Armstrong jumped on Raiden and began to punch him so hard that craters began to form.

"Die you piece of shit!" He caused so much trauma to his skin that his nanomachines hardened in response. Gasps could be heard among the crowd. "Isn't that Senator Armstrong? Why is he trying to kill this man?" Another person shouted "Hey! Stop doing blackface!" Suddenly everyone in the stadium was taking pictures. Armstrong stopped. "What's happening?" Raiden let out a chuckle. "Check Twitter lately? You're getting #cancelled."

The senator stood up in a panic. "WAIT! THIS ISN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" Another person in the crowd began to shame him for attacking a helpless Liberian immigrant. "WHAT!? THERE'S NO WAY THAT SAUCY JACK IS A PERSON OF COLOUR!" Suddenly Bladewolf showed up and projected video footage of him in Packistan. "OH GREAT! NOT ONLY IS HE RACIST, BUT HE'S ALSO A COLONIZER!" The audience was calling for him to be burned at the stake.

The Denver police unit showed up and arrested him on the spot, much to everyone's joy. Sadly this was America and being a corrupt country that empowers terrible people, he was released the next day and received a slap on the wrist for attempted murder. He was just glad he could bribe the judges to drop the charges. He turned on the television.

"In other news, Senetor Steven Armstrong was arrested last week, his following in the polls dramatically dropping. CNET would like to show you our exclusive footage with our special guest. Jack, how have you been since the incident?" Armstrong couldn't believe it. Not only was Jack on screen but he was seemed healthy and likely well recovered.

"Pretty good actually. I have a really good doctor that was able to patch me up. The best part is that I don't even have to pay him in cash. He takes hands!" Raiden started to snicker. The anchor woman wasn't sure how to respond to such a statement. "Yes... Well then.. Do you have any words that you would like to say to Mr. Armstrong?"

"Yes. Yes I do. I just want everyone to know that the rest of this country doesn't like dumb old Texas and that people from there are dumb-" Armstrong began to screech. "HOW DARE THAT MAGGOT TAKE THE NAME OF TEXAS IN VAIN!" Suddenly he was having a massive heart attack and managed to press the life alert button on his wrist as he fell. Paramedics arrived and rushed him to the hospital where he would later die during open heart surgery.

#Steven Armstrong x reader #senator armstrong #mgr raiden #mgrr #shitpost #Making the mother of all omletes #Mgr

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raspberryconverse · 1 year

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IDK why, but for some reason I decided to read my old Blogger blog and just read the tagged posts about the boy I dated when I was 21.

Oof.

I do see why that one person was team [him], even when I started blogging again on LiveJournal 2 years ago. He'll always be the one who got away.

Don't get me wrong, I am so fucking happy with my spouse. I honestly don't know if he hadn't left for grad school that we would have fared better. I just got to the point where we actually broke up (even though we were trying to make it work long distance) basically because his family didn't like me. I mean, they didn't dislike me, but they most certainly didn't want their son to marry me. And considering parents usually love me (my in-laws do, for sure), it was such a blow.

He actually described it as we were a good dating couple, but not a good courting couple. We're obviously not talking fundie-level courtship, but southern religious vibes for sure. His dad was a Methodist pastor (I used to say he was a WASM - white Anglo-Saxon Methodist as opposed to a WASP, though I guess Methodism is technically Protestant, but hell if this atheist knows how any of that shit works) and they were from the Atlanta suburbs, so it was a very different world from my Midwestern divorced agnostic upbringing. I mean, his sister wrote him a multi page letter expressing her disdain for us taking a nap together when I visited him at his parents' house whereas my mom let us take her bed when we visited my family one weekend. We came from very different worlds, that's for sure.

I actually forgot what kick started our relationship. We had met a month or 2 prior while volunteering at The Neo-Futurists. Oddly enough, I kinda got to know him one night after some event when he, my college best friend, my soon-to-be ex and I ended up at a table together (I've been trying to find the context, but I honestly don't remember other than it was something Neo-Futurist related) Then, a fellow volunteer called me because his car broke down and he couldn't make his volunteer shift and asked if I'd be willing to cover. So we ran into each other again. It was his first time volunteering for Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind and afterwards, I made an offhand comment about being hungry and only having Easy Mac at home, so we went to IHOP.

A few weeks later was my 21st birthday. I had invited him to my birthday gathering, but he had to decline because he had to finish some stuff up at work. Then, he surprised me. After we left the bar, he suggested we get booze at the grocery store and drink at his place instead. My college best friend told me later that she was going to suggest going to another bar so she could basically pull a Stevie and leave so we could have a chance to connect.

Eventually, we need to go home, so he walked us to the el. Before I went though the turnstile, he hugged me goodbye.

And kissed me.

I think this is why I have to watch this part of "Grad Night" every night before I go to bed. It was my birthday and it wasn't supposed to end up this way. He wasn't supposed to be there. But then he was.

It will never not be magical. That moment of, "I'm feeling something here, so I'm just going to go for it."

It has literally been over a decade and a half (yes, I'm still being cryptic about exactly how old I am because this site makes me feel really fucking old sometimes) and I still get butterflies when I think of that night.

One thing that is kind of helpful when I get nostalgic is look at his Facebook and notice he did not age well. Shallow, I know, but aside from being so much heavier than I was then (it's actually pretty disgusting how disordered my eating/weight management was back then, especially when I would complain that I had gotten up to 140lbs and I'm at least 50lbs heavier than that now) and a few gray hairs (and I was dying my hair back then too so that's not really a thing), I look pretty much the same.

(obviously rounder face because I'm significantly heavier, but I don't think I've really aged that much)

And FWIW, I'm definitely happy with how my life turned out.

It's nothing like I thought it'd be, especially reading my old blog, but I don't think I'd have it any other way.

#is this what marriage is?#nostalgia #the one that got away #exes #moving on #college #schitt's creek #schitts creek #ep: grad night #tw weight

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silverredtail · 2 years

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I posted 29 times in 2022

That's 29 more posts than 2021!

19 posts created (66%)

10 posts reblogged (34%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@timxstuff

@luminouslumity

@ninjasmudge

@journeytothewestresearch

@princessesfanarts

I tagged 19 of my posts in 2022

Only 34% of my posts had no tags

#monkie kid au - 19 posts

#monkie kid - 18 posts

#lego monkie king - 17 posts

#lmk au - 16 posts

#shadowpeach - 12 posts

#sun wuking x macaque - 10 posts

#dislyte au - 9 posts

#lmk macaque - 8 posts

#tang xuan - 6 posts

#tang yun - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 28 characters

#cookie run timekeeper cookie

My Top Posts in 2022:

BOO!!!!

Ba Hei wanted to get into the spooky season by trying to jump scare her family. It worked just a little too well with her new magic it kinda scared them too much!!

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Here's a random thoughts to the tune of musicals coming at ya from 1 am Brain rot!!

"I don't need your love"-six soundtrack.

Mac loves wukong since he came to the flower fruit mountain, falling easily for the king who was bright and warm like the sun, but after watching him loose himself in being the king between the consorts, the need to become immortal, the bullshit with heaven and hell..that love couldn't outshine the bitterness that came with the changing relationship. He doesn't need wukong..he can shine on his own. He wrote and acted plays, he was a master negotiator, he could calm down the wild chaos that was wukong! He's not some prize that shined only when wukong held it! He wants to snap at the king that only calls him a shadow or his warrior that there is so much more to him but..he can't tell that to the king. So he writes a letter, pouring everything he feels for the king-good and bad, and leaves it in Wukongs room and vanishes without a trace from the warmth of the mountain. He doesn't know that Wukong never got that letter due to another monkeys jealousy of their close relationship, that Liù ěr míhóu will be written in history as just another consort or council member, and that history will only remember him as a number tacked onto Wukongs history and not any of the wonderful things he could do.

And a spicynoodles to the tune of "everything to win" -anastasia soundtrack.

In their past when Redson was up in the celestial court he found a small monkey kid that was under Guanyins protection, the child of wukong, and he was the only thing that kept Redson from going insane. They played and trained and grew really close..then the raid on heaven destroyed everything. Redson stayed behind, sneaking the monkey out through his escape route and hopefully make it out..but no one ever saw the heir again..years later after Wukongs rage finally turned to a broken dark acceptance red finds a mortal that looks the perfect part of the missing prince. As they travel they become closer and closer, mk acting more and more perfect for the role..till they finally arrive at the dragon estate where mei steals mk away to put him in something perfect for the reveal to wukong…and red has to take a moment that he had found his second half for the second time..but for the sake of getting wukong calm once more he has too loose mk all over again..but it has to be worth it. It just has to cost so much.

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The twins tried to call their traveling mom back to the kingdom! But looks like their magic went a little haywire again..

"...dad?"

"Sun Wukong, king of Flower Fruit Kingdom"

"Oh...another one"

Had to draw @zarinosa 's amazing reincarnated Mac and David!! He's adorable and awkward and a genuine good boy! The twins will take good care of him and make sures treated well during his stay!

Thank you for letting me draw Mac zarinosa!!

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My #1 post of 2022

Welp, the twins are once again at it again with messing up their communication spell...this guest isn't so nice. Also it's totally xuans fault this time!!

The incredible yandere wukong belongs to @lopsushi and it was a delight to draw him and introduce him to the twins! His stay may not be as....plushy as the last guest that the kids brought over

Thank you so much for letting me draw one of your aus lopsushi!! XD I tend to get out of hand sometimes so there may be more in the future.

@lopsushi and @zarinosa were some of the artists on this app to inspire me to want to make an au and find the courage to post anything so I can't thank them enough.

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littletxt · 2 years

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Mmm Hai I was wondering if I could request an imagine where Soobin is a caregiver over his little girlfriend just sweet and cuteness? Maybe he fixes her a cup of apple juice after she wakes up and searches for him since she woke up little? It's a pretty chill day and they just cuddle in the couch and watch cartoons all day 🥺

I'm a little and I am so utterly whiped for him when I'm in little space along with in normal head space :((

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Wc: 576

Taglist: @kuroppiz @pinkheadflowers

Cartoons with Daddy

When you finally wake, vague memory of a conversation and mumbles of "dada... 'm thirsty.", blur in your little mind.

"Daddy?", you rolled over sleepily in your bed to find a large, daddy-sized space unoccupied. Sitting up to rub the sleepy from your eyes, you place your light-pink teddy on your lap.

"Good morning (plushie name), we gotta go find daddy!", you crawled out of bed, dragging your bestest-buddy-stuffie along with you, your giant purple sweater falling almost past your knees. When you peek out your bedroom door, you hear some faint noises of feet shuffling and cupboards closing down the hall in the kitchen.

You couldn't quite see what he was doing in front of him, his tall figure blocking your view. So you gave a little tug on his shirt, making him just about jump out of his skin and spill a little of the liquid he was pouring into a red sippy cup on the marbled counter.

"Oh my goodness, babygirl! You scared me.", he spun around, gripping the countertop behind him with one hand, holding his chest with the other for a moment before a soft, bunny smile spread across his lips. With a chuckle and a shake of his head, he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"Whatchu doin, Daddy?", still a bit sleepy you tilted your head looking up at him once he stood straight again with soft blinks of curiosity. Rubbing over your cheek, he pulled you into a good-morning squeeze.

"Oh, my sweet little angel. Daddy was just getting his thirsty baby some apple juice!", he broke the embrace, ruffling your hair before turning around to again attempt to fill your sippy with juice.

"Nnn..", you pressed your face into his back and nuzzled against him, giddily taking his comfy scent into your nose with a deep breath.

Once you had your juice, your Daddy picked you up and set you on the counter so you could chat while he made a simple breakfast of yummy mini pancakes with whipped cream and sprinkles. After eating your very sweet breakfast while playing footsies with Daddy under the table, he refilled your juice and brought it to you where you sat on the creamy-white colored sofa, adorned with a fuzzy, baby-blue, fleece blanket. Taking the fluffy blankie, you draped over yourself all cozy-like and sat your teddy next to you, patiently waiting for Soobin to come cuddle with you.

With your sippy in both hands, you giggled while Soobin scooted up to you on the couch, getting underneath the blanket with you, remote in hand. Deciding on a better position, he turned to lay against the arm of the couch, pulling you into his arms to lay on his chest and snuggling you close. When you were settled under your blankie, listening to his heartbeat and deep breathing, he turned the television on while stroking your hair gently.

"Alright, angel, what cartoons are we watching today?"

The rest of your day was spent watching your favorite cartoons and lazily cuddling with Daddy. You loved when he had long days off like this to be babied and have little time with him. After dino nuggies and mac n cheese for lunch, you even napped on the couch together until the glow of the late afternoon sun was shining through your windows.

🧸End note: Soobin is the comfiest human ever 😭 Hi babieee. I relate with that a lot 🥺 he’s so soft and comfy. He’d be a great daddy. I’m guilty of reading my caregiver headcanons for him repeatedly T^T. Sorry this took so long! HAVE SOME PICS TO MAKE UP FOR IT. I’ve been working on a lot lately but I hope you like it!! 💕

🧸Masterlist🧸

#littletxt requests🧸#caregiver!soobin #soobin soft hours #soobin imagines #soobin scenarios #Soobin #soobin x reader #soobin drabbles #soobin fluff #txt imagines #txt soft hours #agere #txt agere #sfw little community #age regressor #agerespace #hongjoong’ s🐒

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dollmoth-productions · 2 years

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Could I request some romantic yandere headcanons for Piston Hondo with a fellow boxer reader? if not, Platonic is fine! Maybe they meet up with each other after their fight, and eventually Piston gets attached and very overprotective of them.

Hell yea I can do both

⚠️OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR MURDER BLOOD I DO NOT DO THIS IS IS NOT GOOD ⚠️

ROMANTIC

❤ you were one of the newest boxers and it was obvious that you had a great potential in you you are strong sweet kind and everything else you had great sportsmanship even when you came down with a bloody nose or a lost tooth

❤ what caught his attention is obviously your sportsmanship you are so sweet and even when you lost you gave him a bow you are very sweet he felt astonished about his feelings he never understood why he was thinking like this or felt like this was what he truly thought was he was sick

❤ although you are very sweet to him he couldn't help his obsession with you he started collecting things you would find your mouth guard missing after a few months and then you noticed bandages missing and then some of your boxing gloves you had to get them completely replaced you got it there was a thief among me them trying to stop you to go to the championship but really it was him

❤ he started learning English so he can have a proper discussion with you even though it was kind of bad you admired it and after this incident she couldn't stop thinking about you or following you around it became annoying because every time after a fight he would try to attack the other opponent it wasn't like a slap on the wrist or anyting it was brutal and bloody

❤ you eventually had to set some boundaries but this did not help him he was even closer to you and his behavior got worse you are no longer going to be able to be a boxer you are now just his cherry blossom

Platonic

❤ first off you were younger than mac being only 15 even though it was two years younger than him you were basically a prodigy you were easily taking down everyone in the circuit you were cocky in your boxers character but truly a sweet person out of the character that you made you and some of the boxers were definitely buddy buddy

❤ but when you made it to the major circuit something changed he wouldn't want to fight someone so young with Matt it was different but with you he felt a familiar connection it was obvious that he felt like you were his child so he completely refused to fight you

❤ he felt this growing Obsession like a parasite he didn't understand but he had to keep you safe whenever you were getting ready to start your next flight you are obviously scared because piston Honda back down and you didn't want to be seen as weak so during the next fight you went all out and you got pretty beaten up but you won

❤ you were ready to see the nurse after the fight but you saw piston Honda instead of holding a nursing kit you knew Japanese to some extent so you started talking to him he made little to no answer just treating you like you were something fragile well do you know this will be the last time anyone would see you

❤ you felt sleepy after a while so you kind of just leaned up against him falling asleep he would now promise to protect you whether you like it or not you would be his child forever and ever and ever

I hope this is good I never written a romantic yandere

#fanfic #yanderexreader #yandere imagines #platonic yandere #platonic yandere imagine #yandere scenarios #yandere family #piston hondo #romantic yandere imagines #romantic yandere #yandere punch out #nintendo punch out #punch out wii #punch out

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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May I request a teeny little smut. Fic featuring my fave meth addict mac?

Perhaps mac finds reader in the luna messa after closing time and takes her for some fun, bent over the bar rough and neck biting involved?

Hi sweetie!! Sorry if you had to wait too long, but I'm finally here!

with our favorite addict!

I hope you like it as well I did writting it.

I couldn't do Mac a good guy.

As always sorry for my english, it isn't my first language.

New waitress.

MacxFemReader.

@phoenixblack89 request.

Warning: SMUT. Biting. Spanking. Dirty talk. MAC. Words: 2000. Summary: you work at the luna messa for a few months now and that night you're alone but you have a unexpected visit. Mac. Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @purple-serenity

You are about to close the bar. It's been an intense night, you aren’t sure if there was something in particular going on in town, but the people had become very animated, the beers, the drinks, were sliding from one side of the bar to the other. You were exhausted, wanting to finish so you could go home and sleep until it hurt. The door opens then making you raise your head to see who it could be and tell him that the bar was already closed. You feel your mouth go dry as you discover who has entered.

Mac.

Ever since you arrived in town your body and mind has been sending you mixed signals with this man. He's attractive as hell, but there's something about him that scares you, that always makes your alarms go off warning you, making you always keep a distance from him. But now he's caught you by surprise there alone as you were finishing your shift.

"We're closed, Mac." You tell him picking up the empty beers from one of the tables.

"Ain’t ya gonna give me one drink?" he asks with a growl in his voice walking to the bar.

"Tomorrow, I'm closed today." You insist leaving the broom leaning on the bar, crossing your arms.

Mac smiles crookedly, it's clear that your posture would be and trying to make him leave doesn't impress him at all. His footsteps reach you, resting his hands on the bar, leaving you cornered between the wood and his body. You see him bite his lip hard, clawing at it with his teeth, still staring at you.

"C’mon it’ll be a secret between us." He said again slurring his words. "I'm done workin’ now, I need to relax." You bite your tongue in time. You're sure that this job he's talking about isn't exactly legit.

Everyone there knows what goes on inside those caves, the business that man is up to with the drugs, the people who don't show up in town again once they stick their nose up there. The number of young girls who claimed that Mac had drugged and raped them, but nobody seemed to care, nobody did anything against him. That was one of the reasons why your alarms always went off when the man was around.

You try to escape from his confinement, but he’s quicker to grab you by the waist, slamming your back against the wood of the bar making you gasp in pain. Your gaze lifts to him nervously, his smile has turned into a strained grimace, pursing your mouth, cocking your head slightly to one side. His blue eyes are marked by intense red veins and he keeps sniffling through his nose.

Probably stoned.

"Mac, I think..."

"Shut up." He orders you and your lips close at the second, your body jerks in his grip and the man presses his body against yours. "I tried to be nice..."

"Mac..."

"I said shut up." He growls menacingly, one of his hands on your waist goes up to your neck, pressing against your throat. You close your eyes feeling them fill with tears, frightened. "I tried to be nice, I came to see ya, I asked ya for a beer and ya’re selfishly throwin’ me out..."

"I'm sorry I..."

"We couldda have talked, I couldda have asked ya to dance... but ya just wanna go to yer fuckin’ house and screw me." He growled through his teeth and you closed your eyes tighter.

"What-what do you want from me, Mac?" you ask in a stutter and hear him snort in amusement.

"Whatever I want from ya doesn't matter to ya, because I'm gonna take it, whether ya like it or not." He assures you and licks your cheek before sniffling loudly through his nose. "Ya taste so good... and yer skin’s so soft..." His fingertips hide under your shirt and you gasp in fright. "I wonder if everythin’ bout ya tastes so good." He whispers in your ear.

"Oh God..." You sobbed unable to pull away from him.

"No, God ain’t gonna be able to help ya."

His smile turned into a nasty grimace, he pushed you away from the bar long enough to turn you around and slam your body back against the wooden surface, his hands squeezing your waist, his hips grinding against you, his cock, which was starting to get hard, rubbing against your buttocks. You gasped and tried to push him off, but he spread your legs apart to get more control of you.

"Dunno pretend ya dunno wanna this. I've seen the way ya look at me..." He growls again his hands squeezing your but and he slaps your cheek making you moan. “Yes, I know, girl, this gonna be fuckin’ great, ya gonna scream like the whore ya’re.”

Your whole body shudders as Mac leans over you leaning his body against yours, crushing you against the wood of the bar. You gasp and try to push him away as his hands wrap around your waist wanting to unbutton your pants. You resist and manage to shoot your arm backwards hitting him in the stomach with your elbow. Mac gasps for a few seconds which you take the opportunity to pull away and try to get away from him, but the man is not going to give up so easily.

His fingers close over your hair and he pulls you back. You cry out in pain, falling to the ground from the pull, but Mac has no mercy on you, still struggling to breathe a little, his hand resting on his ribs where you've hit him with your elbow, but he's not going to let you leave.

Not now.

"Ya gonna regret this." He assures you in a cracked voice.

"Mac please!" you whimper desperately wanting to let go, but his fingers squeeze your hair harder making you scream.

He carelessly lifts you off the floor to push you back against the surface of one of the tables. His hand releases your hair but closes on the back of your neck like a shackle preventing you from moving. Jerking, grunting and cursing under his breath he manages to get rid of your pants and panties leaving them tangled around your ankles. Once again you try to let go to get him to stop, but Mac spreads your legs apart and pushes his hard cock, still inside his pants, back against your ass, rubbing against it. You gasp, his fingers closing against the skin of your ass pulling at your buttock, massaging it carelessly and he whips you again, the snap of his hand against your skin echoing through the bar and you groan feeling your skin sting.

"Cry all ya want." He tells you between gasps. "But we both know yer just pretendin’." The air chokes in your lungs as his fingers caress your slit. "Yer fuckin’ wet in here. Yer cravin’ it." He assures you and you close your eyes, cursing under your breath that you can't control your body. "How many times have ya wanted this, girl? Tell me, do ya touch yerself thinkin’ about me fuckin’ ya?" A cruel smile forms on your mouth, biting the tip of your tongue. "Ya couldda asked me, I wouldda gladly done it." He assures you, his fingers part your wet folds and thrust inside you feeling discomfort at his sudden intrusion.

You tremble, closing your eyes, trying to pull away, but his fingers keep touching you, pushing inside you, as deep as he could. In and out. Fast and rough. Your pussy stings, but he doesn't stop, each time feeling his fingers getting wetter with each new thrust inside you. You feel yourself on the edge and his fingers leave you roughly. You gasp daring to look up at him discovering that he is unbuttoning his pants, rubbing his obvious erection impatiently.

You sigh, his hands resting on your ass again, you hear the muffled sound of his pants dropping to the floor and his cock presses against your wet slit, up and down, moistening its tip, pressing against the entrance to your pussy, but still not breaking through. He pulls apart again parting your lips to watch you contract against nothingness and you hear him snort in amusement.

"I'm gonna fuck ya so hard..." He assures you. "Yer gonna to feel me all week long." He grunts and guides the tip of his cock against your pussy.

He thrusts hard, giving you no time to process. His hands clamp down on your waist and he pulls out again leaving only the tip inside you to thrust again becoming fully encased. Your walls stretching with each thrust, unable to adjust to his size as he gives you no respite. You moan and gasp between pain and pleasure feeling your body propelled against the table, slamming your hips against the edge, hurting yourself every time the wood digs into your skin. One of his hands releases your waist to grip the table above your head, his body laying on top of yours, his teeth closing over the skin of your neck. You cry out arching up, feeling his cock thrash deeper in this position, taking a new, faster, more violent thrust inside you, his balls slamming against your pussy.

Mac tries to change your position, lifting one of your legs to get more access, but your pants don't allow you to move much more. He grunts in frustration pulling his cock out of you, you feel some relief trying to get your body to relax. Mac kneels right behind you, his teeth bite into one of your buttocks in the process and you gasp.

You moan as his mouth closes over your sore and tortured pussy, his tongue running along your folds, inserting the tip of it inside you, you hold onto the edges of the table as your hips lift seeking more attention from his mouth, but they are brief caresses, he breaks away again to free one of your ankles from your pants and panties and before joining you he leaves a new nibble on the insides of your thighs that makes your legs tremble. With a sudden movement he turns you over on the table surface and positions himself on top of you again, holds one of your legs over his shoulder and pushes himself inside you again. The new angle gets your G-spot drilled with his cock over and over again, sending constant jolts of pleasure throughout your body despite how sore you feel at the same time. Your arms go around his shoulders moaning in his ear, his hands hold your body tighter leaving his fingers marked on your body, his teeth keep biting your neck, his tongue licking the same marks, his hips giving you no respite, you feel him start to thrust inside you erratically, brushing against his own limit.

Mac bites down hard on the skin of your shoulder as he makes one last thrust, wedging himself inside you. You hiss closing your eyes, you feel his cock stirring inside you, his cum spilling out, painting your walls white. He pulls completely out of you, watching his seed trickle down your slit dripping onto the bar table. A crooked smile marks his mouth. His eyes still drugged and dark from the climax stare at you.

"Now gimme that fuckin’ beer." He growls sniffling through his nose and giving you a gentle slap.

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