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phantom-dc · 10 months

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Dad Hood - part 16

‘Ok Danny. Let us know if you see anything that looks familiar.’

After the plane had landed, the family set out in a rental car. They had decided to tour the town while it was still light outside. Since they had no leads, Danny was sitting on Jason’s lap and looking to see if he recognized something.

‘Oh! There! That’s the Nasty Burger! Can we go get burgers there? Please daddy? I promise it’s better than Bat-burgers!’

Jason looked at the fast-food place. At least that explained why Danny kept asking for ‘nasty’ burgers. Promising they would go there for lunch, they kept driving around. After a while they came across a large official building.

‘That’s the mayor’s office! Remember the frootloop? He worked there! He became mayor just to spite me and make my life difficult. But he is lost in space now, so it’s all good!’

Jason put down his gun. Looks like he’ll have to ask Green Lantern for a favor later. Too bad. A few minutes later they passed a school.

‘That’s Casper High! I go to school there! The food is gross, but at least it doesn’t come alive! One time the psychiatrist tried to kill my sister. That was Spectra, she’s dead too! But even deader than us, dad! She’s like fully dead!’

Danny then spots something across the street. He phases out of the car, and flies towards it. Jason immediately takes of after him, no way he was losing his kid in a city he didn’t know. He sees Danny nearly tackling a green-haired girl into a hug, who was standing next to a woman with blue hair and a blonde guy with a motorcycle.

‘HI GUYS! I’m back!’

Kitty looked at the little kid that was suddenly in her arms. Despite him being so small, she recognized him immediately.

‘Danny! Where have you been? Everyone has been so worried since Desiree wished you away!’

Johnny 13 ruffled the kids black hair.

‘Dang, little man! You got even smaller! You know that your family has been in a tizzy, right? It’s been weeks!’

Ember pried Danny out of Kitty’s arms and held him up to see.

‘Look at you! Now you’re an actual baby-pop! Almost as small as Youngblood!’

Jason manages to catch up and apologizes for Danny tackling the girl. He notices that the three teens glow, just like Danny does. Are they like Danny? Are they experiments as well? Or is there something about this city that causes it? He then notices that the blonde guy seem to become hostile.

‘Are you the reason that Baby-pop was away for so long?’

A shadow emerges from beneath the blonde’s bike. It is growling at him, making itself look big to intimidate Jason. Before Shadow can attack though, Danny speaks up:

‘No! He’s my daddy! He is really nice and took care of me! He worked reeeaaaally hard to get me back home! Please don’t hurt my dad!’

Calming down, Johnny recalls his Shadow. Kitty smacks him on the head for losing his cool. Wasn’t it obvious that the guy was worried about Danny? Jason, deciding to just accept all this to save himself from a headache, asked if they knew why Danny was so small. From their conversation it seemed they knew him when he was older. Johnny gave him an explanation:

‘Yeah, he was fighting Desiree. She can grant any wish, but messes it up so It’s not what you want. And his idiot of a pop wished him a kid again so he could hang with his dad from what I heard. After that Danny just disappeared. Guess he ended up with you, huh?’

Jason sighed. So that’s how Danny ended up in his appartement. Someone magicked him there to get rid of him. It also explained how he became a 5-year old. All this because of a rogue.

‘Poor baby-pop. Even when he does everything right, someone else messes things up for him. He always gets into trouble like this!’

While Ember laughed, Danny put up a serious face.

’Speaking of trouble, you guys aren’t causing any, right? Even if I’m tiny I can still kick your butt!’

Kitty giggled at the adorable threat:

Oh, no no! Don’t worry, little King! We’ve been good! No one’s causing trouble here!

Jason decides to cut this short. It’s starting to get late, and he needs to find Danny’s parents.

‘Look, we’ve been looking for Danny’s family all day. He has trouble remembering things, so could you tell us where he lives? If it’s a safe place…’

Johnny assures him that the Fentons are loving parents. The times they hunted him was because they didn’t know it was him. Different forms and all that. Plus, now they know that not all ghosts are evil they even let up on the hunt on other ghosts, as long as they don’t cause trouble. He points Jason to a long street, and tells him to follow it until he finds Fentonworks. Jason can’t miss it. Really.

When Jason and Danny get back to the car, the Waynes head into the street. For a moment they are wondering which of these houses was Danny’s. Then the giant UFO appears over the horizon. Hearing Danny’s calling out for home, they head there immediately. Sure enough, Fentonworks is written on the side. Danny is getting impatient, fussing in Jason’s hold. Taking a deep breath, Jason knocks on the door, the other Waynes behind him. An orange wall of a man opens the door, holding what looks like a sci-fi bazooka. Before Jason can react, the man has snatched Danny out of Jason’s arms:

‘DANNY-BOY! GIRLS! DANNY'S HOME!’

As the man starts hugging and doting on Danny, a woman in a blue hazmat-suit nearly jumps down the stairs and joins him.

‘SWEETIE! WE WERE SO WORRIED! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?’

As the parents are over the moon, Jason and the others are standing in the doorway. A girl with orange hair and a 12-year old girl ran into the room as well. Seeing them, Danny gets even more exited.

‘Hi Jazzie! Hi Dani! I’m home! And I brought guests! Is that ok?’

Realizing there are people with Danny, Maddie invites them in. Jack gives Jason a nearly bone-breaking hug in gratitude for bringing his son home. The orange haired girl decides to introduce themselves.

‘Thank you so much for bringing Danny back home. I’m Jazz, his sister. These are our parents, Maddie and Jack. And that is our little sister Dani.’

Looking at Dani, Jason sees that she has picked Danny up, and swinging him back and forth.

‘Jeez Danny! You’re even smaller than me now! I’m a big sister now!’

As Danny laughs, Tim pipes up:

‘Wait, wasn’t Dani a clone?’

This causes Jazz to freeze.

‘You know?’

Jazz had hoped that Danny had managed to keep things a secret. But seeing as Danny was around 5, she realized that was hoping too much. And when she saw that these were the Wayne’s, a very famous family, she was now worried that his identity became public. Bruce assured her that wasn’t the case. They had been very careful to keep Danny hidden from any press. Jazz was relieved. Jack gave Bruce a good-hearted pat on the back that nearly toppled Bruce over. He always thought that Bruce was an airhead, but he guesses he’s not! Danny agrees with that:

‘Of course not! He’s the Batman! The worlds greatest detective!’

The Waynes freeze. Jazz just sighs.

‘Danny, you can’t tell people things like that. What if someone was spying on us?’

‘I’m sorry, Jazzie.’

Jazz just pats Danny’s head. Looking at the Waynes. Now that she took a look at them, they did resemble the bats a bit. It was the right amount of people after all. She assured them they would keep it a secret. After all, they kept Danny’s secret too.

‘So, which one of you is Danny’s dad? I’m assuming it’s you, Bruce?’

Jazz was surprised by the strange looks. Was she wrong? But he was the only one old enough for a 14-year old son? Then Jason stepped forward:

‘Actually, it’s me. Things are very weird, and I’m not sure where to start…’

‘Jazzie! Jason is dead, like me! And my mom is an assassin! And I’m really 6 years old! The assassin mom made me older! Isn’t that cool? I had a superhero origin before I even died!’

Jazz just looked at him. Jason understood that feeling all to well. Utter confusion, mixed with a smidge of horror. He’d become very acquainted with that feeling these past couple of weeks.

‘Yeah, I think we should explain what happened these past couple of weeks.’

Jason told the Fentons everything that happened. From Danny appearing in his appartement, to looking after him and the discovery of Danny’s powers. He told them about Danny’s birth and how he ended up in the orphanage the Fentons adopted him from. He also told them about the misunderstanding with the ‘frootloop’ and the fight he had with Bruce. After that the Fentons told them about their own stories. They explained how they used to hunt ghosts, and Danny’s accident. They explained why they hunted him and they gave more information about Vlad. They explained the Ghost Portal and how Danny saved the world with the help of the other ghosts. They were very proud of their boy. During the talk, Danny started to fidget.

‘Dad, how do I get big again? Desiree’s wishes are permanent after a while, right?’

‘I don’t know ho-’

‘Don’t worry, Dann-’

Jason and Jack looked at each other. Both had tried to answer Danny’s question, responding to being called ‘dad’. Jason suddenly realized that this was Danny’s family. He was a Fenton, not a Todd. As Jack leaves the room to go get something, and Jazz goes to call Sam and Tucker, Maddie puts her hand on Jason’s shoulder.

‘You know you are family now too, right? Just because he is back home doesn’t mean you have to leave his life. I’m sure that Danny would love to have you, whether he’s a child or a teenager.’

Jason smiles at her. He’d like that very much. At this point Jack comes back.

‘Here we go! Danny’s friend Clockwork gave us this. He forbade us for going to look for Danny, something about 'saving the Father' and ‘getting rid of a great evil’ in exchange. This medallion should make him older and fix him up again. Are you ready, Dann-o?’

Dani puts Danny down, and Jack slips the medallion around Danny’s neck. In a flash, Danny was now 14 years old.

Danny looked at himself, getting to know his older, bigger body again. Jason felt odd seeing the kid age up so quick, almost regretful. But even if it meant missing time raising Danny he knew it was for the best. Dick and Bruce were surprised just how much Danny looked like a younger Jason, though less skinny. Noticing Jason, Danny turned to him to thank him:

‘So, uhm… thank you for looking after me? That was… kind of you? Sorry, this feels weird.’

Danny felt a bit sheepish. He now realized he caused Jason a lot of trouble, and it was odd talking to him like this after being a kid for a while. Jason felt odd about it as well.

‘Yeah, no problem… So, this is the real Danny? Older Danny? I guess you won’t need the toys we got for you anymore.’

Danny laughed a bit. He might be keeping some of them.

‘If it’s ok with you, I’d like to keep the Red Hood one. And maybe we could give the rest to Dani instead.’

Jason smiled. It was nice that he was still Danny’s favorite. Seeing his own family hinting franticly behind them, Jason decided to push his luck a bit.

‘If you’d like, you could come over sometimes? Like for a holiday? We’ll get your room updated for a teenager and everything!’

Danny thought about it. He wanted to have Jason in his life.

‘I’d like that. I’d like that a lot!’

As Maddie starts inviting the Waynes for dinner and everyone starts to relax, Danny got a weird look in his eyes, his older mind realizing something important has happened:

‘Wait, did I kill a guy?’

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#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #dp x dc #red hood #jason todd #dad jason #dad hood

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merakiui · 10 months

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Omg that last thought tickled about sick reader w trey tickled me soooooooo good 😭

I raise you this!!! Darling hates the taste of medicine, so trey tells her he'll use his unique magic disguise it to have the flavour of her favourite juice. Little does she know, trey has literally just been giving her juice and lying about it being medicine the whole time 😭😭

Omggg and visits to Doctor Riddle??? Riddle is totally in on the whole thing and is secretly giving trey advice on how to keep you jussttt sick enough to keep you entirely dependent on him without putting you in any true danger. Maybe the two of them really crank up the dramatics by helping you to slowly get better, and then as soon as you start to misbehave too much, it's back to square one.

Sometimes your head gets so loopy and gone that while you let trey bathe you, you're not entirely aware of everything he's doing to your body 😭😭

You and that anon are so big brained for this. I really like this trope because I've always been quite sickly (it's something that seems to run in my family.) When I don't feel well I'm literally soooo whiney and clingy and I *need* someone to hold me, and I get the feeling that trey, Floyd, Riddle and rook in particular are the ones who would eat that shit up

OOOOOO YES YES OTL

It’s such a good trope, especially for Trey and (doctor) Riddle! They’re so logical and level-headed most of the time, but rational thought is thrown out the window when you come into the picture. Trey has done so much for Riddle, so Riddle feels as if he needs to return the favor somehow, even if that means compromising your health for the sake of returning goodwill. And you have to trust Doctor Riddle because of his credentials! He’s a doctor! He’d never lie to you! It’s his job to help you get better, and sometimes you do get better. But then you’ll push Trey away when he tries to get close to you or you’ll try to run away; and now you’re bedridden once again. :( it’s a vicious cycle you fail to realize because you’re so certain you just have poor health.

Omg and being unaware while Trey bathes you because your head is so foggy and you’re so sleepy… aaaaa normally Trey tries to be good and keep his hands to himself. He doesn’t want to do anything you might dislike him for, but you’re so out of it when you sit in the bath, leaning against the wall and closing your eyes. And he’s so tempted to do more than just washing. He limits himself to lingering touches when you’re in this state, his fingers never going any further than he intends them to. Though he wants to feel more of you, preferably inside you, he holds himself back. He likes you, and sometimes he feels guilty about that because he likes you too much.

Or maybe he holds himself back for all of one week before he realizes he can successfully get away with more than just groping. :) maybe he even knocks you up during one of these times and neither of you realize it until Trey starts suspecting it when you exhibit certain symptoms; and now suddenly your health is no longer declining. Now you have to be healthy and well for the baby, and Trey and Riddle can no longer keep you sick, lest they somehow harm the baby with their interferences.

Omg I agree that Rook and Floyd also work for this trope! Although I also feel like Jade enjoys it just a little more than Floyd. Floyd likes it when you’re needy and clingy; Jade likes the idea of being in total control of you when he intentionally makes you sicker and weaker. I also think Vil would be good for this trope! He knows his way around poisons and curses. :) he could easily utilize this knowledge to keep you just weak enough to rely on and love him while still allowing you to feel like yourself most of the time.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #tw: noncon touching #tw: pregnancy mention

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theitgirlnetwork · 5 months

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Chapter 10: I Want Her

Charlotte's Club Outfit:

Charlotte's Baseball Outfit (Except Pretend it's a Cubs Jersey:

A Pic of People Being Subjected to Charlotte and Lip PDA:

Note: Hiii! This took longer than I thought, apologies, but here it is! It's a little shorter but when I'm less busy we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming. Thank you so much for all of the love I've been receiving on this, it means the world. I hope you all continue to enjoy reading :) <3 Also hopefully I got this damn tag list right this time. Let me know if you wanna be added!

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“So, you don’t think he’d like a flask with a drunk Mickey Mouse on it?”

Lip chuckles as he balances his phone between his shoulder and his ear. His hands are busy jotting down a string algorithm for one of his bosses that he’d figured out and memorized earlier that morning. “I think Mickey would like us to buy him some shots while we’re out tonight. And I think Mickey deserves nothing but us showing the fuck up.”

“Aww,” Charlotte whines on the other line, Lip can basically hear the pout he knows is on her face. “I wanna give him something to open. Knowing you Gallaghers Ian’s probably just giving him dick for his birthday. He can’t unwrap that. Unless I pick up a bow for him to put on it.”

“Uh, really don’t want to think about you helpin’ my brother put a bow on his dick for his boyfriend, babe.” Lip sniffs, curling his lip up in distaste.

“Such a prude.” she chirps.

Lip ignores her, finishing up what he’s doing and ripping it from the notepad, going back to his computer to check his work. Suddenly, there’s a knock at his office door. It’s so weird for him to say, his office. Well, it's his and the other paid intern’s office to share. All of the poor fucks working for free share cubicles downstairs and the real employees get their own offices on Lip’s floor. But it’s mostly his, the other guy’s uncle is one of the big bosses and he rarely actually comes to work and normally when he does, it’s to play foosball with the other trust fund babies before going to happy hour. “Yeah?”

The door swings open and Eric comes strolling in, tossing a foam stress ball back and forth between his hands, the same douchebag look he always has is painted on his face. “Hey, Gallagher, you got time for a quick favor?”

“Uh, yeah. One sec,” Lip brings one hand to the phone, holding it sturdily against his ear. “Charlotte, I gotta go.” He tries to ignore the immediate irritation at the way Eric straightens when he hears Charlotte’s name.

“Ooh, Charlotte, huh? Someone important must be in the room.” she jokes.

“Oh, shit, the girlfriend. Put her on speaker.”

“I’m,” the blond tries and achieves, albeit poorly, to contain his temper. “I’m not putting her on speaker, man.”

“No, bubba, it’s okay, I’ll say hi.” her sweet voice intercedes. Lip curses under his breath before putting the phone on speaker. “Hi, I’m Phillip’s girlfriend, Charlotte.”

Eric pulls up one of the extra seats of the room, leaning into the phone rested on Lip’s desk. “Nice to meet you, I’m Eric, Gallagher’s boss.”

Lip scoffs disbelievingly, shaking his head, looking away. He could tolerate shitheads like Eric all day, but with his girlfriend watching? It was a whole new ball game. “Aye-”

“For now,” Charlotte hums on the other side of the line. “But my baby is a genius, he’ll be running that place soon.”

Both Eric and Lip go silent for a moment, the latter trying to work away the smug smile that starts to spread on his face. Eric blinks before schooling an easy look on his own face and offering a laugh that’s a little too loud. “Yeah, I believe it.”

There’s an awkward silence where Lip just watches Eric rock between his two feet, staring at the phone on the desk, waiting for Charlotte to take back what she said, compliment him to even things out, or just politely hang up. He smirks, ducking his head at the fact that this dickhead just doesn’t know his girl. Charlotte would ride an awkward silence until the wheels fell off. Simply because she doesn’t think to fill it. That’s just who she is, she doesn’t fill silence, she doesn’t laugh at jokes she doesn’t think are funny and her fake smile looks more like an awkward grimace.

After a minute passes Lip decides to take mercy on the poor guy and hang up. “Uh, bunny, I gotta get back to work, alright? I’ll meet you at the house when I get off.”

“‘Kay!” she chirps. “Love you.”

“Yeah, love you too.” Lip leans on the small wooden desk and waits for Eric to recover from the uncomfortable moment. “You, uh, needed something?”

“Right! Right, I did. Do. I need you to run some diagnostics on a program my dad sent over, I’d do it, but there’s so much on my desk right now, and you’re the only one who's as fast as me.”

“Sure,” Lip shrugs. “Send it over.”

Eric claps his hands together, a wider smile on his face as he turns to leave. The man stops mid-step, turning to face the blond again. “Hey, Gallagher, what’re you doing this weekend?”

“It’s my brother’s boyfriend’s birthday tonight so I’m gonna go to that. After that, I'll probably just find something to do with my girl, why?”

“You like baseball?” Eric asks. “Cubs are playing, me and some of the guys are going. You should come.”

Lip tries to look disinterested. He knows however much the tickets are he couldn’t pay it unless he dipped into the money he and Charlotte had been saving, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough to sit where these rich pricks sit unless he emptied the damn jar. “I dunno.”

“C’mon man, my dad already bought the tickets. It’s team bonding and shit.” Eric continues, leaning against the door frame. “It’s on Sunday, there’ll be beer and baseball, what more do you need to know? You can even bring your girl, everyone else does when we go. Except the ugly fuckers who don’t have one.”

“Alright, I’ll uh, talk to Charlotte.” Lip says noncommittally, eyeing the other man as he nods, turning away and exiting the office. “‘Fuckin’ weirdo.”

Ian used to worry about his brother a lot. Really. See, Lip is the oldest brother, and he’s never stepped out of that role. Despite coming off as a pretentious, narcissistic asshole, his big brother was actually a decent person. He cares about his family. When they were younger and Monica and Frank were in and out, Fiona and Lip had to grow up quickly. Everyone always talks about how Fiona stepped up. How she became their mom, but no one talks about how even though he was only a couple years older than Ian, Lip became their dad. For the younger kids, Lip is the only steady father figure they know.

And being real, the kid has fuckin’ issues with women. Probably Monica’s fault, and all of their mommy issues manifested in different ways, Lip and Carl just have the misfortune of being straight. Between that raging bitch Karen who literally got off on fucking shit up for him, that old bag he was fucking at school, that one rich crazy bitch, and Mandy, Lip had been through the ringer. Not that most of that chaos wasn’t self-made. Ian wasn’t blind, he knows his brother is a slut.

So, when sweet, prissy, little Charlotte Fisher rolled into town with her big innocent brown eyes, wide smile and soft hands that would tell anyone she’s never worked a day in her life, Ian had been nervous. She’s nice, their little siblings love her, and he thought his brother would absolutely ruin her. Sometimes he still does think that.

But as time goes on, his mind has started to change. Lip has never called a girl his girlfriend outside of trying to get her into bed before. He’s never walked around with a polaroid picture of a girl in his wallet. He’s never tried this hard. This shit might be for real and Ian is happy about it.

Now, he and Mickey have an actual couple to hang out with.

“Last one.” Lip takes a deep drag from the blunt between his fingers, turning his head in the direction away from Charlotte as he blows out the smoke. He passes the blunt back to Mickey before walking a couple steps away where his girlfriend stands, wrapping his arms around her to share the warmth as she shivers. “Told you you’d be cold. Gonna catch fuckin’ pneumonia.”

“The cold doesn’t make p-people sick. G-germs do.” she sasses, leaning into him, letting out a small sneeze. “Don’t say anything.”

“Too worried about being cute. Should’ve made you put some fuckin’ clothes on.”

“Nah,” Mickey says, flicking the burnt leftovers of the blunt to the ground, walking over. “Princess here is our ticket to free drinks, she’s dressed the part.”

“We’re not pimpin’ my fuckin’ girlfriend, Mickey.”

“Isn’t she gonna start strippin’ like, next week? What’s the difference?”

“Oh-kay.” Ian interrupts, throwing his arm around Mickey’s shoulder, pulling him closer to him, “Let’s go in.”

“Wait,” Charlotte pauses, before they can start walking up the street to the bar. “Is, um, is Mandy coming? Because, you’re her brother and I don’t wanna, like,” she gestures between her and Lip, “rub it in, you know?”

“Nah, you’re good. M’seein’ her tomorrow, shithead has to work tonight.” Mickey shrugs. “Now, I’m sick of standin’ here talkin’, it’s my fuckin’ birthday and I’m fuckin’ sober, it’s ridiculous.”

The group makes their way into the busy bar. It was one of the few nights they had a DJ instead of a live band which was likely the reason it was so busy. Mickey and Ian shove their way through the crowd, Charlotte right behind them with Lip’s arm around her waist, hand resting on her stomach, holding her to him.

Once they find a spot with a little space, Mickey turns around and nudges Charlotte. “C’mon princess, this pussy already said he’s not drinkin’ cause he thinks he needs to watch me or somethin’, go shot for shot with me.”

Before the woman can even answer her boyfriend’s free hand is cupping her jaw, guiding her to look back at him, pulling her into a kiss. The word ‘no’ mumbled against her lips. She pouts, and the pair mumble amongst themselves as Ian and Mickey watch. After a few moments Lip rolls his eyes and nods, kissing her lips again before letting her go.

Charlotte bounces excitedly, grinning at Mickey. “Kay, you wanna see something cool?” Without letting him answer, she straightens, rolling her shoulders back and putting an arch in her back as she walks a little ways away to the bar where a couple of guys are standing. She leans forward on the bar, poking her butt out a little as she looks around, appearing bored.

It’s not long before one of the guys turns to her and starts talking, leaning down to whisper in her ear as his friends behind him stare at her ass. Ian turns his head to look at Lip, who is looking away from his girlfriend, the muscle in his jaw working overtime.

A couple moments later, Charlotte was coming shuffling back with three shots and a beer balanced in her hands, a bright smile on her face. “Drinks on me gentlemen.” she says, passing two shots to Ian, one for him, one for Mickey and handing Lip the beer. Lip’s finger slips through her back belt loop, tugging the girl to him again as he locks eyes with the guys who've purchased them over her head, sipping the beer they’d just paid for.

“Bottoms up, princess.” Mickey says, bring his glass to Charlotte’s before tossing it back. The men chuckle as the girl sputters and gags at the taste, one eye twitching with discomfort. Lip runs his hand along her side soothingly.

“Yuck, I don’t want any more of those.”

Charlotte had several more. Three and a half. She didn’t get a chance to finish the last shot before Lip wrestled it from her hands, slamming it down on the bar and pulling her away from it.

She, Mickey and Ian had done their fair share of dancing. It mostly consisted of Ian and Charlotte taking turns grinding on Mickey to irritate him and the two men occasionally stepping away to dance with each other, only pausing to scare off whatever guy that was trying to get Charlotte to give them the time of day. Lip lingered at the bar, offering them supportive nods and nursing his beer. He’d chosen not to drink too much considering he’d already smoked and his girlfriend was currently slurring her words together as she stumbled her way over to him.

“Hi, bubba.” she hums over the loud music, swaying to the side a little as Lip’s arm shoots out to balance her, pulling her to him. He nudges her nose with his before looking at her wide smile and lidded eyes.

“Hi, baby. Havin’ fun?” He smiles.

“Yeah.” she tosses her arms around his neck leaning into him. “Stop laughin’ at me.”

“M’not, c’mon.”

“You haven’t danced with me at all, let’s go over there.” she whines, pulling at him and pouting.

Lip taps her lightly on the back of the thigh, “Stop whining” he murmurs in her ear before turning her so her back is against his front. Lip slides his hands down Charlotte’s sides to her hips, pulling her close to him. “I don’t dance.”

The woman in front of him rolls her eyes, placing one hand over his and the other going to the back of his head, burying in the hair at his nape. She turns her head so she can look at him with a sleepy smile. “You do with me.”

Lip leans back on the bar, wetting his lips as he watches Charlotte roll her ass back against him, grinding on his dick. His blue eyes shift between her ass and trying to get a glimpse of her face, one of his hands moving to the gap in the back of her jeans, grabbing the space there to guide her movements, biting back a groan when she bends in further, arching in front of him.

“Gettin’ sick of this place, ready to go birthday boy?” Ian asks as Mickey yawns. His mission was accomplished, he’d taken his boyfriend out, showed him a good time for his birthday. Tomorrow they’d do the family vibe, with cake, streamers, and his one sane sibling. He slings his arm around him and goes to guide him over to his brother and his girlfriend. The last he’d seen the pair they’d been basically fucking through their clothes against the bar.

The redhead pauses in his steps, laughing disbelievingly at the sight in front of him.

A couple feet away is his brother, his girlfriend in his arms. The pair are quietly laughing and leaning back and forth to whisper in each other’s ears. His brother’s stance is relaxed, the only thing tense on him is his grip on his swaying drunk girlfriend, an easy smile that Ian hasn’t seen in a long time on Lip’s face. If he didn’t know better he’d say he seemed happy. Charlotte’s hands cup his face as she drunkenly presses kisses all over his face, leaving pink lip stains all over his mouth, cheeks and neck.

Ian didn’t want to break up the scene but he’d really needed to get Mickey home. Once he’s rounded up the group, he and Lip guide their drunken partners to the car, ushering them in, and shushing Mickey’s slurred curses. After he drives Ian and Mickey to Mickey’s home Lip pulls off with a still very drunk but now a lot less rowdy Charlotte in the passenger seat, promising to return the car the next day.

Ian watches as his older brother climbs into the driver’s seat of the car, checking the girl’s seatbelt and brushing the hair out of her face tenderly before the drive into the night. As much as he’d felt bad for Mandy he’d known that she and his brother would never work. Ian loves her, but Lip didn’t. Not the way she wanted. He couldn’t convince her of that. But Ian almost wishes that she’d seen Lip tonight. He was a different person when he was with Charlotte, not so bitter. Not acting like he was walking around with the weight of the world on his shoulders. As crazy and fucked up he is, Ian knows Mickey is what’s best for him. He’s starting to think Charlotte is what’s best for Lip.

“Fuckin’ Frank.” Fiona huffs, ripping her covers off at the sound of her front door opening. She’d bet all of the dollars she doesn’t fucking have that it’s him. Either way, him or whatever idiot decided to try to rob them were gonna get a bat to the face. She eases down the stairs, wooden weapon in her hand as she flicks the light on. “Jesus, Lip!”

“Shut the fuck up!” he whisper-yells. Slung over his shoulder is a giggling, very likely drunk Charlotte.

“Shit, is Lottie drunk? Good going genius she’s not supposed to drink ‘til her birthday.” Fiona hisses, running a hand over her hair and dropping the bat onto the couch.

“Well, Mickey decided they’d share today.” Lip grumbles, adjusting his girlfriend on his shoulder before pushing past his sister and going up the stairs, rolling his eyes as he feels her following closely behind.

Lip rests Charlotte softly on the bed, looking sighing as she flops backward. “No baby,” he pulls her up by her arms. “Up.”

Fiona leans in the doorway and watches in shock as her little brother cares for the girl on the bed in front of him. She’d never seen him be so gentle with anyone they weren’t related to. He chuckles lightly as he encourages the still giggling girl to lift her arms, tugging her tight t-shirt up and over her head, reaching around and unhooking her bra before digging in his drawer and pulling out one of his bigger shirts to pull over her head. “Pass me one of your wipes if you’re gonna stand there.”

“Oh-” Fiona had forgotten herself, so shocked by the scene, she quickly walks over to the bathroom, grabbing her pack of makeup wipes and handing them to her brother.

Lip takes the wipes and crouches in front of the girl, resting his hands on her knees. “Wanna go wash your face or are wipes good for now. Can you get up?” Charlotte’s eyes are clearly heavy, she leans her forehead against his, giggling as she shakes her head no, rubbing their heads together. “No? Okay, eyes closed, bunny, or it’ll burn.” The woman whimpers and struggles drunkenly as he drags the cold wipe across her face. Blue eyes sharp with focus as he tries to get every bit off. When he’s satisfied that he’d gotten all he could he kisses her lips before pushing off of the floor and reaching under his pillow, producing a light pink scarf. “Stay still, you know m’not good at this part.”

“Don’t wan’it.” she whines.

“You’re drunk, and you’re gonna be pissed tomorrow, if I don’t put this shit on you. Sit still.” Lip cups her jaw, giving her a serious look, only to be met with a wide grin. Fiona chuckles behind them, shrugging when her brother cuts his eyes at her.

“She’s gonna need aspirin and water for tomorrow.” Fiona offers.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know, I’ve had her chugging water since the bar-ow!”

Both Gallagher siblings look down to a now half asleep Charlotte, clean faced with her scarf tied as neatly as Lip could manage on her head, hanging slightly to one side. Her hand is up, offending fingers suspended in the air after pinching Lip’s arm roughly. “Ow.” she mocks, her eyes closing. “Be nice. She’s helping, trying to help me.” she slurs.

Lip rolls his eyes, offering a gruff, ‘sorry’ to his sister, as he nudges his girlfriend to lie down in the bed, kissing her forehead. “‘M’fuckin’ helpin’ you, brat.”

Another hand reaches out, this time to roughly tap him on the cheek. “Thank you, bubba.”

Fiona snickers again. “Bubba?”

Lip huffs, now starting to get himself ready for bed, flicking his sister off as a cue for her to exit. Fiona quietly closes the door behind her and returns to her room.

As she climbs into bed, she thinks to herself about all of the times she’d been embarrassed about her brothers’ behavior with women and men alike. They were sluts, the both of them, minus Liam and Carl. And often selfish, rude and disrespectful. But now they’d both found people who made them better. Who taught them how to care for people the right way, outside of the family. She was happy to watch them experience young love, no catches, no conditions, no reason to be hard all the time. They’d found people who looked at them like they were worth something. Worth everything. Fiona resolves to herself that she would find that for herself and hope her remaining siblings would do the same. She hated not being able to chat with V about the extent of Lip and Charlotte’s relationship. But maybe it was worth it. Maybe Charlotte and Mickey were. Even if they are extra mouths to feed.

Eric takes a sip of his beer and nods along with another dull conversation with his coworkers that he was forced to pretend he was friends with. They’d been here for fifteen minutes and thus far, two of them had disappeared to do coke in the bathroom, several of them had fought with their girlfriends/wives/fiancés and the rest had been droning on and on about the stock exchange, something that he truly knows nothing about. His fucking accountant handles that shit for him. He was bored and annoyed to say the least. The game hadn’t started yet and Rebecca had been a bitch all morning. She was mad because she didn’t feel like coming to sit through a baseball game, despite the fact that they’d not only have a box but an open bar pre-paid for. The only thing that got her dressed was a promise to take her out for sushi after. Eric fucking hates sushi.

Really, he was waiting on Gallagher. He’d actually been surprised with how much he liked Lip. He figured they’d have nothing to talk about, but the guy was pretty quiet in general. He was a great listener, and when he did say shit, it was actually important. Sure he seemed a little wound-up but he’d heard from his dad that their family friend, Ms. Helene helped him get this job because he’s broke and has got like, a family of 9 or something. Eric found the little snippets of Lip’s life he shared interesting. Like…well…his hot sister who’d stopped by for lunch one day. And his even hotter girlfriend he has a picture of on his desk, next to the picture of the 5,000 kids he lives with.

Lip shows up with Charlotte fifteen minutes before the game is about to start. The pair walk up, hand in hand, matching pace with his easy strides and her peppy steps. When they approach one of the guys from legal (Eric thinks) says what they’re all thinking under his breath. “Goddamn.”

The woman is wearing a cropped, long sleeved black top with low hanging black pants, her sparkling belly button ring on display. Over top is a button down jersey she’s left open and on her head is a matching Cubs hat, her long, silky black hair hanging down over her shoulders.

Lip is wearing a similar outfit, but with a black fitted sweater, his larger fingers intertwined with her smaller manicured ones.

Eric forces himself to stop ogling the girl, clapping his hands together and welcoming them over. “Gallagher! You made it, glad you came.”

“Uh, thanks for having us.” he pulls the girl closer by her waist, obviously noticing the eyes on her. “This is my girlfriend, Charlotte.”

“Hi, nice to meet you.” The girl says sweetly, offering him a smile as she leans into her boyfriend.

Eric urges his eyes to stay on her face, and off of their body language. But the way Lip’s thumb is rubbing along the skin on the girl’s waist, the way she’s staring up at him so adoringly, Eric felt like he was being excluded from something, despite fully being part of this conversation.

He doesn’t realize he hadn’t spoken until Lip takes it upon himself to introduce him. “Bunny, this is Eric.”

“Oh, uh yeah, I’m Eric, I uh-” he remembers her negative reaction to him referring to himself as Lip’s boss and flounders for an alternative. “I work with Lip.”

“Yeah, he told me.” she chirps, rocking on her feet a little. “Thanks for inviting us. I’ve never gone to a baseball game. I’m gonna try my best to keep up, Phillip tried his best to explain to me on the way here.”

“Aw really? Well, my girlfriend Becca is an old pro, I drag her here all the time, she’ll teach you the ropes of how to keep occupied while we watch the game. Go join the ladies, she’s the one looking like she didn’t know she was coming here in slacks.” Eric smiles. His smile drops slightly as he watches the couple exchange a look.

Lip tilts his head downward, lowering his voice to a murmur Eric strains his ears to hear. “Do you wanna go?”

Charlotte mulls it over for a second before shrugging and patting his chest. “Yeah, it’s fine, hang with the guys, I’ll come back over if you miss me too much.”

“Yeah, whatever, brat, go make nice.” The blond banters back, patting his girlfriend’s ass as he kisses her before playfully shoving her in the direction of the women gathered around the drinks. Lip sidesteps a little, blocking the crowd of men staring at the woman’s ass as she makes her way over to the other girls. “You, uh, guys make bets already?”

Trevor, some guy from…marketing (Eric swears he’s seen him on that floor) sighs, “No, thank God you brought it up-”

Suddenly, they’re a very lively bunch, placing bets that Lip is apparently calling, pulling off his own hat and placing the money in it. Eric tries to focus on the fun and Lip’s apparent godlike memory that allows him to remember who said what, but his eyes keep drifting. He watches as every couple of minutes, Charlotte and Lip look at each other, checking in without saying a word before returning to their respective groups. Once, Charlotte had come over to bring Lip a beer once she’d noticed all the other guys had one. The only time Rebecca had come over was when she wanted money for a fresh pretzel and even then, Charlotte had been in tow. Apparently, the two women had been getting along well. Becca had demanded enough money to get Charlotte a pretzel too, to which Gallagher immediately reached in his wallet and produced money Eric knew he didn’t have to spare, and gave it to the woman. When they’d come back, Eric’s girlfriend had a pretzel she was already eating and Lip’s had chicken tenders and fries for them to share.

As the game got more interesting and the men started shouting and getting excited, the women grew antsy, Charlotte included. Seth’s girlfriend was really intrigued by the game, but that may have also been because she’s into baseball players. Becca was posted up in the corner, on the phone with the restaurant she wanted to go to and Charlotte was standing behind Lip’s chair, hands on his shoulders.

“Come sit, baby.” he says, patting his lap. Charlotte huffs as she makes her way around the front, plopping down in his lap and resting her cheek against his. “Lemme hear it.”

“I’m bored.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah and this game is long and you didn’t mention that.”

“You done?”

“No, and it’s cold.” Charlotte sighs. “Now, I’m done.”

“Now you’re done. Cool, I can go back to watchin’ now or what?”

Oof. Eric thinks, waiting for her to start yelling, throwing a fit until Lip offers her something to calm down. That’s what they all want, he thinks. Instead, her brows furrow and she glances at Eric before grabbing the color of Lip’s shirt, tugging his ear to her lips to whisper into it.

Blue eyes go wide for a moment before a ‘uh, fuck yeah, I wanna do that.’ is murmured and she’s hopping off of his lap. “Uh, hey man, we’ll be right back, do we need a code to get back in or…”

“Oh, no, man you’re good. You guys okay? If you need something they’ll bring it in here if we call down-”

“I left something I need in the car.” Charlotte intercepts, pulling at Lip again, leading him out of the suite. Moments later Rebecca sits down in Lip’s seat next to Eric, letting out a sigh.

“So, Phillip’s girlfriend gets to leave and I don’t?”

30 minutes later and the pair comes back, looking relatively the same, despite being slightly disheveled and what appears to be a fresh hickey blooming on Charlotte’s neck. The game is almost over and immediately Lip gets back into wheeling and dealing. He starts settling up on bets while Charlotte collects the numbers of the other girls.

“No seriously, we need to keep in touch.” Rebecca smiles, hugging the girl tightly.

“Yeah, girl, I’d love that, we should hang out soon.” Charlotte hugs back. “Maybe we’ll even let Phillip and Eric come on our date.”

“Maybe, but we’re gonna have to hang out without prying ears too. I’ve been watching you two, you’ve got to tell me what type of shit you’re pulling in the bedroom, you’ve got blondie wrapped around your finger. Eric told me you’ve only known each other a couple of months and at this rate you’ll end up with a ring before me.”

“I…I’m sure that’s not true.” Charlotte says quietly, letting her eyes travel over to her man, unsurprised that he looks over to her as soon as she reaches him, eyes locking. They’ve been in sync like that a lot lately. “How long have you two been together?”

“Since high school,” The girl huffs. “He’s dragging his feet as all men do. I mean, I’ve played my part, even got mommy and daddy’s approval. On both sides. We’re all fucking waiting on him. You’re smart, getting in on the ground up, not picking one that was born with a golden spoon shoved down his throat. But my parents wouldn’t settle for less. Guess yours are trusting the process.”

“Um, exc-” Before Charlotte can finish, Eric gestures Rebecca over and the girl pats her arm one more time before going to her boyfriend. Charlotte makes her way over to Lip, thoughts heavy. They are getting more serious. Despite being together for a short amount of time, she can’t imagine her life without him now. She’d been dodging the concept of introducing him to her parents for a while because she knew how’d they’d act. She’d seen a live demo of it with Kev. They’d treat him like white trash, the last thing Charlotte thought of him as. They’d be condescending, and mean. But it’d happen eventually, because…well she doesn’t plan on going anywhere, and she hopes he doesn’t plan to either.

After everyone gets separated in the crowd of people leaving the game, Eric waits on the sidewalk for the car he’d called for him and Rebecca. She was babbling about something or another he didn’t care about when he saw Charlotte and Lip. The woman is giggling loudly as the man tickles her, the two of them damn near bumping people every few seconds as if no one else was here.

“I’m never going to a game with you again” the girl breathes, gasping in air as he stops tickling and starts holding her hand.

Eric watches as Lip rolls his eyes, pulling her into him as he walks her to the passenger side of some old, beat up truck. “Yeah, okay,” he laughs, opening the door for her, “I can hear you now when I try to go without you, ‘bubba, please, take me with you, I’ll be bored without you,’” he mocks.

“I don’t sound like that.”

“No?” he snorts, closing her door and going around to the driver’s side.

As he watches them interact Eric can’t help but think, he wants what they have. There’s a small pang of jealousy that rings in his chest. But it isn’t until he watches Charlotte lean over to manually unlock the door on the driver’s side so Lip can get in that an even more intrusive thought enters his mind.

I want her.

#lip gallagher #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #oc #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #kevin ball #shameless #veronica fisher #gallagher #love #charlotte fisher #better #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich

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shxtodxroki · 1 year

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Send me the name of your favorite character and I’ll write a drabble for them! :)

Shoto sighed in relief as his tired legs finally reached the door to your shared home, already smiling at the thought of finally getting to see you after being at work all day long. His day hadn’t been particularly long or difficult, but work always left him drained by the time he clocked out, and seeing you was always the perfect way to brighten his day when he finally returned home.

When he turned his key in the doorknob and stepped into the home, though, Shoto noticed that you weren’t waiting for him in the living room like you usually were.

He did, however, hear a slight shuffling coming from your shared bedroom, leading him to assume that you were busy as he set his things down, took off his work shoes and started making his way to the bedroom to greet you.

Before he could make it all the way to the room, however, you swiftly opened the door just enough to peek out at him, the slightly startled look on your face quickly morphing into a loving smile as your eyes met his. Shoto could immediately tell that you were up to something, however, as he noticed how your body was clearly positioned to block the doorway to the room, immediately finding himself grinning at the thought of whatever you had gotten yourself up to.

“Good evening, love.” Shoto mumbled, stepping closer to you with a grin just to see what you would do in response. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Sho! I’m glad you’re home!” you responded just a bit too enthusiastically, hands reaching out slightly in a defensive position as you attempted to stop him from getting any closer.

Shoto could no longer hold back a chuckle at the sight of you, so obvious in your attempts to hide whatever waited for him behind the door of your bedroom. Shoto had known you long enough that he completely trusted that nothing nefarious was behind the door, he knew without a doubt that you’d never break his trust in any serious way, so all he could do was smile as he imagined what you might have done while he was at work.

“...Mind letting me into the bedroom, angel? I’d like to change out of my work clothes.” Shoto finally asked after a moment of silence between the two of you, your smile only growing more sheepish as you realized that it was time to come clean to your boyfriend.

“Well you see, about that Sho…” You mumbled, legs twisting awkwardly were you stood in the doorway as you cast your eyes towards the ground. “Do you remember how we were talking about possibly adopting a cat soon?”

Shoto’s eyes lit up upon hearing your words, smiling brightly as he barely held himself back from charging right into the room behind you. At this point he knew more or less what you were going to tell him, but he restrained himself in favor of hearing you admit to it yourself, simply nodding in response to your question as he waited for you to finish.

“Uh… well, so my friend is moving since she just got a new job and it’s pretty far, and her new place doesn’t allow pets.” You admitted, Shoto’s heart melting as you talked. “And I couldn’t stand to let her poor baby get sent to a shelter, so…” You trailed off, deciding to finally step aside and allow your eager boyfriend to get his first glimpse of the new addition to your family.

Your boyfriend’s heart swelled as the small black cat inside the room made it’s way over to him, brushing gently against his leg and purring contentedly. It was clear that the cat immediately liked him, just as drawn to your gorgeous boyfriend as everyone else always was as he reached down to gently pet the animal.

“Are you upset? I should have asked you first.” You admitted as you crept up behind Shoto, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind as he melted into your touch.

“Of course not, love. I had already agreed to getting a cat soon anyways, I just didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly.” He reassured you, both of you smiling as the cat continued to cuddle up to him. “What’s it’s name?”

“Her name’s Boo, my friend says she’s an absolute angel.” You responded, body beginning to show signs of exhaustion as your energy began to lower. Shoto smiled as he felt you leaning into him, moving with you to lay both you and your new furry friend onto the bed as he moved to grab his pajamas for the evening.

“Well, if you’re happy with her, then I’m happy too.” Shoto promised, smiling gently as he watched the newest member of your family cuddle up to you as you settled into bed. This would certainly be an adjustment, but it was a step forward in your lives that he was excited to take, and he was thankful that he would have you by his side as you learned to care for your new pet together.

Request - @krb-girl said: I saw you were doing and ask thing and wanted to chime in. My favorite character is Shouto todoroki, looks cool and aloof but is actually a touch starved dork. Absolutely my type.

A/N: I’m sorry y’all I just CAN NOT resist the idea of Shoto and cats, I had this idea and immediately knew I had to write it </3 He’s just so endearing I love him sm :) My requests are open, so if you have a request please feel free to send it in!

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kirythestitchwitch · 5 months

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Klaroline WIP Wed - waffle house au - Rebekah's Hangry

Part One here

Part Two here

Smiling as if that was funny, Rebekah seemed like she was trying to invite Caroline in on the joke.

“I am—I mean—I do, of course I care,” Caroline said defensively. “But a girl’s gotta eat.”

“And that’s exactly what I mean.” Rebekah gestured around the brightly lit specimen of an American diner. “Humans, everywhere.” On the other side of the diner, a girl and a boy, probably her age, were tossing small balls of wadded up napkins at each other. “Eat one, who would miss them?”

“Their families might.” Caroline glared. She still had to smile and look Mrs. Johnson in the eye when Caroline had been the one to bite through her son’s neck to save Stefan and Damon from the deputy’s stake. Good thing she didn’t have much cause these days to frequent the drug store where Mrs. Johnson worked the counter unless she was picking up something for her mom. She always looked worn out when Caroline saw her.

“Did yours miss you?” Rebekah asked, leaning on the table. Caroline couldn’t tell if she was being mean on purpose, or if this was just what Rebekah considered a friendly chat.

“I never went missing,” she growled. “I had a nice, miraculous recovery in the hospital after a car accident—thank you, Damon—and then got smothered in the middle of the night—thanks, Katherine—and woke up thinking my IV drip looked delish. So no one had any time to miss me.” Caroline didn’t mention that her mother hadn’t even noticed afterward, it would be too much like proving Rebekah right.

“Ugh.” Rebekah made a face and tossed her brush back into her purse. “Katherine. She does go around ruining everyone’s lives, doesn’t she?”

Caroline shifted uncomfortably on the bench seat. How to tell the girl who had so recently strived to become human again that Katherine had—in her twisted way—done Caroline a favor?

Across the restaurant, the girl flicked one final napkin at her tablemate—jeeze, what a mess they were leaving, poor Marcy—and got up, heading for the restroom. Rebekah propped her chin up on one hand and smiled.

“I love it when they make it easy. Now listen very carefully, baby vampire. You might learn something.” Sliding out of the booth, she evaded Caroline’s attempt to grab her.

“Rebekah!” Caroline hissed, while the other girl walked away, leaving her purse. In moments, she had disappeared around the corner behind the countertop and kitchen into the hallway that housed the bathrooms.

Glancing around, Caroline felt a keen anxiety rising up in her. No one had noticed anything odd, of course, because there was nothing odd about a girl going to use the restroom. Hopefully there wouldn’t be a massacre taking place in the ladies room of the fucking Waffle House on a Tuesday night.

God, and she had Calculus in the morning.

“Caroline…” Rebekah’s voice came to her softly from the hallway, low and pitched for vampire hearing. “Oh, Caroline, are you listening?”

She rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. “No,” she ground out.

A sharp laugh. “I like that you’re a terrible liar. Everyone in my family is an excellent liar.”

Caroline fished her phone out of her pocket and held it up to her ear like she had a phone call. “Even you?”

“Especially me. But not about this.” The sound of a toilet flushing and then hands washing came faintly through the walls, and Caroline’s hearing focused on the back hallway until Rebekah’s voice was clear. “Now, pay attention.”

#klaroline #klaroline wip wed #tvd for ts #klaroline for ts #Rebekah; putting on a teacher voice: now pay attention #Caroline: hope this doesn't awaken anything in me

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lipstickmarks · 9 months

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Morticia Cubed

Sweet Morticia (1964) - Carolyn Jones’ morticia was the most sweet tempered and good natured version. She was gentle and peppered in “dear” and “darling” in every sentence to everyone she cared about, not just Gomez. The way she cared for her plants and kitty cat, feeding them, soothing them with words, referring to herself and gomez as mother and father. She also had anxiety!! let’s not forget!! she was constantly overthinking, espousing some statement and then immediately recanting it. Famously, while standing up and then sitting down in her chair. She said herself that she “lives in constant fear that someone is going to come along and take” gomez away from her. Morticia seems to have some insecurities which probably stem from Ophelia being the favorite and nearly marrying Gomez herself. Let’s not forget, they got very close to being married. They were already at the alter and it looked like there was no way out. Morticia doesn’t show it as outwardly as Gomez but is as madly in love with him. Seeing him almost married to someone she already felt inferior to probably traumatized her. Even though everything worked out in Tish’s favor, she probably still carries that fear. After all, she regards Gomez as handsome, romantic, dynamic, sweet, selfless, and caring. Why wouldn’t someone else come along and realize that? Also, in the episode where Morticia and Gomez have a fight, it only happened because she thought Gomez’ play-acting had truth to it. “I knew it. You do think I’m wasteful!” And she probably only thought that because it’s what she thinks of herself. The Addams’ do have a very abundant catalog of frivolous items and she might be afraid that Gomez does or will eventually resent her for it. Again, this could stem from her upbringing as the less favorable child; mother frump giving ophelia everything she wants and resenting morticia for needing anything. The poor baby 🥺 That’s also why it’s all the more lovely that Gomez is so generous with his affection and words of affirmation bc Trish probably really needs that reassurance that she is the center of his universe. As a mirrorball child, it probably means the world to her. Now, this (and their relationship in general) could be perceived as Gomez being more in love or their love not being equal but they just express themselves differently. (consider candace and jeremy from phineas and ferb. equally obsessed, just expressed in different ways) Gomez’ love language is physical touch and words of affirmation while Morticia’s is acts of service. (they both love quality time. they’re together 24/7!) Gomez makes it known to the entire world that he loves Morticia for her mind, body, and soul. and Morticia, as someone with anxiety, probably doesn’t outwardly express her love. I, myself, am an anxious introvert and I don’t vocalize a lot of things/am generally quiet and not talkative. Not being vocal doesn’t mean the love isn’t there. She loves Gomez in other ways. Like memorizing the entire catalogue of Addams, what they did, when and where they lived, and what they like???? hello, wife goals. She’s always looking out for Gomez too. When she thinks he’s lost everything, she puts everyone in the family to work including herself! When Gomez gets amnesia, she does everything in her power to jog his memory without hurting him and even had to delegate clubbing him on the head to someone else because she couldn’t bear to hurt him 🥺

Also! Morticia is a cryer! the way her lower lip quivers when something really gets to her (and the way Gomez swoops in with a worried “querida?🥺” and a comforting touch… SWOON). Very much a cancer rising.

In the same vein, Morticia is an empath. She always considers other people’s feelings, is thinking of ways to thank people who have visited the Addams house (“we ought to send them a gift, dear!”), and considering how and why someone is particularly sad, ill, upset, out of sorts, etc. and coming up with ways to fix it! Even when Gomez is overwhelmed with his love (lust) for her, she put that aside to focus on the problem at hand. At her core, she is a mother and a caretaker. She’s a gentle, caring, sensitive soul and I love her.

Sexy Morticia (1990s) - Morticia has always been a knock out but they had more room to go full sexy smokeshow with Anjelica Houston’s iteration in the 90s. 60s Morticia was always quelling Gomez’ lust with a stroke to his chin and a promise of “later” but 90s Morticia dialed up the horny to 11. She was allowed to reciprocate Gomez’ lust and vocalize her own. Her first lines were alluding to the wild, crazy, demonic, hedonistic sex she and gomez had the night before and how she wants her black blown out like that again! She has more of a commitment to the dark arts, as was the trend at the time with grunge. Her makeup, wardrobe, and general appearance leaned more into the femme fatale and thus, she became every 90s kid’s sexual awakening. Long Live Anjelica Houston.

Stern Morticia (2019) - I have such a soft spot for the animated movies. They do have their issues as a lot of the jokes were purely made to pander to a modern audience (squad goals, billie eilish, etc). but they’re not without their merit. Casting Oscar Isaac as Gomez Addams was a stroke of brilliance. Now that being said, this is my least favorite version of Morticia. She’s much more stern, with Gomez, with the kids, with grandmama. She very much wanted things a certain way and was upset when the status quo was changing (i.e. wednesday wanting to go outside or go to school) it just came off as controlling. The writers took Gomez and Morticia (a passionate, indulgent husband and a caring, seductive wife) and watered them down into head in the clouds x no nonsense. It was upsetting to see.

#i could talk about morticia addams forever and ever #morticia addams #gomez addams #the addams family #the addams family 1964 #the addams family 1991 #the addams family 2019

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blade-that-was-broken · 10 days

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As we know why Bruce changed from Spruce to Bruce to leave the whole band thing behind in the original (If I’m correct-)

But there’s some AUs of yours that the band doesn’t exist, but Spruce still did change his name to Bruce, why did he do that?

About Solder AU

For some reason I’m mad and disappointed in BroZone’s parents.

Do Mom really hates John Dory? Do Dad not care about his four young sons?

Why did they keep their sons away from seeing each other?

What they did was really stupid and worse. Divorced or not, having siblings separated isn’t great idea. Poor Branch…

(I know he doesn’t remember John Dory)

I’m glad that all brothers are finally going to reunite and Bruce and Clay giving John Dory a chance even if John Dory wasn’t sure if they want him back.

Alright!

This gets just a bitttt long.

For Bruce's name the short answer is I'm just kind of lazy lol.

In my other human au, Half Life, there is a notion that Spruce doesn't like his name. It has nothing to do with a band or an old identity, like in canon but it does kind of include him moving on. It's actually kind of the opposite a little bit of canon and the band thing? Like, in Half Life, Spruce moves on my owning his name and learning to like it. It's his and no one can take that away. Sure, it's kind of weird and yeah, his parents gave it to him - but it's something that he confronts and works through, kind of like a metaphor(?) for him confronting and working through his feelings on what he has been through.

In Soldier On, I was mostly just lazy. I didn't think about it. The whole concept was really just that little snippet and I wasn't planning on doing anything else at the time so I just wrote Bruce. So, idk, maybe he changed his name in this au or maybe he was born/named Bruce. You can decide lol

As for Soldier On Specifically in the other questions...

Luckily, none of the bros actually blame John for pretty much any of this. Granted, it would be hard to be upset at all considering what he has been through and also that they kinda forgot about HIM. John Dory has some feelings and some reservations about all this. He loves them but he knows he's not always easy to get along with and considering the last part of his upbringing, he's got some doubts, mostly in himself.

Branch doesn't remember JD but he remembers little things, feelings, mostly. He can hum/possibly sing an old song that no one knows how he knows. No one knows where it came from. Well, no one knows because it was JD who made it up and sung it to him as a baby. A lot. So, it's almost kind of engrained accidentally? They do end up getting along.

As for their parents...

The mom doesn't hate John and the dad does care about his other kids; it was just the tail end of an extremely long and drawn out fight where no one really won. The divorce was brutal, bitter and messy. I'm talking no holds barred nasty. Now, I do want to say, that the dad was not abusive; he didn't beat up his wife or make the whole thing traumatizing for her. They aren't divorcing because she's trying to get away from her crazy ex husband. That is NOT what happened. They were mean and cruel to each other but this is not one sided and the mom is not a victim of domestic violence. I'm not saying the dad is better than her but I do want to point that out.

The only - sort of - compromise that the two of them were ever able to make was the dad getting the oldest son, aka John. There are reasons for this, partially because John could live where their father was going to take him and not be super dependent, partially becomes lets face it, courts will favor the mother and if he fought her more over the kids, he was going to lose. Not because he's worse (they both kinda suck) but because that's the way things work.

The mom dealt with things by cutting out her ex husband. Instead of trying to work together for the sake of their kids, she shut down and didn't want to think of her ex husband at all. She literally tried to cut him out of her life and since John had to go with said ex husband, she put him in the same boat. She erased his memory, as if he was never there. She did a lot, moving away and didn't tell anyone, got new phones, erased phone numbers and contacts and call history. She did not want her ex husband to have any influence or thought in her life and since John was with him - that included him.

The dad kind of lost fight. He was able to have the company of one kid - the kid who liked the outdoorsy things - and knew the future would not include the others. He moved up north into a place that wasn't very populated. Lived a very, very simple life. More survived than lived. I'm talking probably a log cabin in the middle of the woods kind of living. He accepted what happened and just kind of stopped. He did things with John, mostly fishing, hunting, other outdoor-nature things and he didn't systematically destroy his son's memory like their mother. However, he didn't talk about them either and eventually come to prefer the company of the bottle or a smoke when the subject of his other sons come up. John became extremely self-sufficient very quickly.

There grew some resentment in JD, for sure. Neither parent dealt with any of this really well and in the end, it's not technically what killed them, it was definitely a contributing factor. Both parents died pretty young, although of different causes. The kids were really the ones who lost. In their fight against one another and trying to forget about one another, they brought that all on their kids instead.

While the younger boys lived a busy life with a semi struggling mother trying to drown out any memory or talk of their father and brother, John spent his teenage years in loneliness and virtual silence.

It shows.

#soldier on au #john dory #this got kinda deep lol

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Well since I was given permission (and we all should work do bring back ask culture):

I think what I like most about the sacrifice wq thing is that WQ and WWX are very very good at pushing debts/favors back and forth. And then suddenly they weren’t both dead and she gives him all she has left, all she is really. How do you come back from that? Someone you knew not just throwing away their position in a sect, but giving up your whole existence - how do you repay that?

Like, in canon WWX doesn’t linger too much on MXY’s sacrifice, but MXY is a poor stranger. It’s different if you speak and always bluffer because you know the person speaking, wondering if they’re talking to you before realizing oh. No. That’s you in your new body.

yes!! and. AND! not only is there nothing more wwx can do to repay her for this (i’m still not over him using her core btw), he’s pretty fucking sure he’s already failed her. he lost all of the wens as far as he knows. wn is the only one left and it is very obvious that saving him will be wwx’s number one priority immediately post resurrection. but everyone else is fucking gone. so what the hell is he supposed to do for her now?!

and the voice thing, the reflection thing…… so voices sound different when you’re hearing them from outside your head vs inside your head. so it would be unlikely that wwx would freak himself out too much with his own voice. but you know who would have a really fucking hard time with it? his one and only companion, friend, perfect cinnamon roll baby brother, and the only reason he’s here at all: wn. and wwx is going to have to watch him flinch over and over again. which, ouch. because what the fuck is he supposed to do with that.

plus there’ll be times walking by water or other reflective surfaces when he’ll see his own face. or see wq’s hands out of the corner of his eye. the hands that pulled his core from his chest; the hands that were never too far from his own washing laundry or planting radishes… haunted by this person whom he can’t help but see everywhere anyway. just. pain. lots of pain! (which is why we love it!)

#jasontoddiefor #asks #wen qing sacrifice au

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ridiasfangirlings · 2 months

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Dewa anon again, I'm back to my origins, If Canon won't give my poor baby a backstory I will. It starts with neglectful parents(as usual, for some reason everything about him screams parentified child) and like a bunch of of siblings, except instead of maturing and trying to raise their children they just get worse with time. Long story short, the siblings+Dewa go non contact(except for the youngest who thinks their siblings are being way too dramatic and that they should forgive the :parents")with them but they keep showing up to ask for money and favors, specially to Dewa since he's the oldest and they expect him to parent not only his siblings but also themselves since they refuse to take responsibility for literally anything.

I think Dewa gives off parentified child vibes because we always see him as the one taking care of problem child Chitose, he just has this vibe of a guy who somehow always ends up taking care of everyone else whether he wants to or not. Imagine him with neglectful parents who keep having kids but don’t really spend time with them, I could see them maybe being kinda like Kusanagi’s family where they’re away for business all the time (except in this case I imagine the business being kinda shady, or like maybe they’re the type who keep getting roped into get rich quick schemes so they’re gone for half a year claiming they’ll be back as millionaires and then they show up with nothing all oops maybe next time and Dewa can only sigh). As the oldest Dewa quickly becomes the responsible one, the one who’s always having to get his younger siblings out of trouble and making sure they stay fed and clothed. Eventually maybe his parents do finally ‘grow up’ but it’s only for their youngest child, who actually does get some parental attention, and that’s why the youngest doesn’t get why the rest of the group go no contact as soon as possible. Dewa himself moves out with Chitose once he realizes that his parents have finally tried to come back and ‘play family,’ in part because he’s so exhausted by them already but also imagine this has instilled in him something of a need to always have someone to watch out for. His parents don’t really need him now that they’re trying to be adults but Chitose needs someone to be sure he doesn’t get himself killed by an angry drunk lady at some point, so Dewa goes with Chitose.

Of course even after he leaves his family Dewa’s parents will constantly try to ask him for things, especially if any other siblings are still at home. I could see Dewa having issues with giving in because some of the siblings he mostly raised are still living with the parents but also putting his foot down about coming home, claiming he has his own work and such and therefore no time to be babysitter. Once it’s down to just the youngest he pulls back though, I could see Chitose having to convince him that the youngest sibling isn’t his responsibility and he’s done enough, it’s time to cut the cord. Imagine Dewa smiling a little bitterly too, Chitose is supposed to be the troublemaker and Dewa the responsible one but here Chitose is the one giving him advice. Having all of Homra behind him helps too I imagine, like maybe he sends his parents money one last time for his youngest sibling and then goes totally no contact. The first time his parents try to go to Bar Homra to look for him is also the last, and when Dewa thanks Mikoto for it Mikoto just shrugs and says it’s no problem.

#dewa masaomi #Talking K #summoning Dewa anon with his name XD #I shall just call him Hat Guy instead #poor Dewa he doesn't have an angsty past so we're giving him one #he does give vibes of the guy who's always had to be an adult and vaguely resents it

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mera!! i loved the idol concept and just wanted to add something!

like what if you got injured during practice/(or sadly) on stage while performing? unfortunately Jade can’t hold Floyd back from running on stage to comfort you and Azul can’t stop the show fast enough to get you medical attention. thankfully your fans are understanding and clear the way for EMS. Floyd considers delaying his plan, of drugging you, until you get out of the hospital but any later than that and you’ll be itching to get back on stage.

or consider you having a stalker that the tweels somehow doesn’t know about but they (Azul and Floyd especially, for extremely differing reasons) start to worry when you don’t show up for practice one morning. Azul sends the tweels to your apartment and when they get there, Jade practically has to stop Floyd from breaking down your door and when they get inside it’s a complete mess. papers strewn about, knocked over furniture, broken objects, etc… they can’t find any sign that you’ve been here in the last few hours and also according to Floyd you are missing various items of clothing.

Thank you for enjoying it!!! :D and these additions are so good!

It works in Floyd's favor because the fans are too worried about you to notice his lingering touches, and since most are aware that he's your bodyguard it makes sense for him to leap in to help. He was trained to protect, after all. He's just reacting to the situation in the way he's meant to, which means he can get away with putting his hands on you and gathering you in his arms to guide you backstage to where medical help awaits while Azul and Jade are quick to settle the panicked audience. He's devastated you're hurt. This is exactly what he was complaining about to Azul. Azul works you too hard and this is the result of that! He keeps saying you ought to be granted more patience and leniency, but Azul never listens—says you're doing just fine with your current regimen. He's so frustrated. He really wants to kick someone's ass, but for now he has to focus on comforting you. Bloodying his knuckles can wait.

Floyd hates seeing you in pain; that's mainly why he knows he has to drug you, otherwise there's no other way you'll accept him. And it would break his poor heart if you cried because of him. But with this new turn of events, thoughts of drugging and knocking you up slip to the back of his mind. He can't do any of that right now—at least not while you're recovering. Floyd visits you every day in the hospital (often staying late until he's forced out), pushing past throngs of fans and reporters until he's granted special access to your room. Sometimes Jade's there, helping you sit up and offering to feed you (he's babying you; that annoying ass. It should be Floyd spoon-feeding you, not his charming, put-together, always suave twin brother). Other times Azul is there. He brings flowers; it's a courtesy or an apology or...something else entirely. Your room smells beautifully of fresh blossoms. Floyd wonders what sort of flowers he'd want at his wedding. Truthfully, he doesn't care so long as you like it.

Floyd pulls up a chair and sits at your bedside, sometimes resting his head on the mattress, his hand so ready to slip into yours (he never holds it; he wants to). You blame yourself for the accident, saying stupid things like, "If I wasn't so careless..." or "If I'd just practiced the choreography a little more..." Floyd tells you it's not your fault (it never is and it never will be); you never believe him. And this is precisely why he wants to steal you away. It's too dangerous. Your life is so precious. Why are you throwing it away just to be everyone's idol? He'd dye his hair, change his name, start a new life if it meant the both of you could live quietly, peacefully, preferably at the edge of the world by the sea (always the sea; the smell of it is a comfort, a reminder of home, and one day it will be your home). But in the back of his mind he thinks you wouldn't want that. Some days Floyd doesn't know what you want. But he knows that you deserve happiness. He'll give it to you. One day. Hopefully soon.

- - -

Omg if you were kidnapped by your stalker... Floyd is beyond distraught. He's ready to turn your residence upside down in his desperate search, but Jade stops him. This is technically a crime scene; it's best not to disturb any potential evidence. "Fuck the evidence! Shrimpy's missin'! We gotta find Shrimpy!" he's saying, voice thick with hurt, his mind reeling, his fingers scrabbling for something, a neck or a wrist or anything he can break, snap, maim, kill. Floyd has to be dragged from out of the property, has to be slapped across the face so he can get it together, but Floyd can't. It's his job to protect you from harm and he failed and you're gone and he may never see you again and you could be hurt or worse and he's never going to forgive himself and— It's a relief Jade is there, otherwise he might do something violently rash. It's Jade who informs Azul of the situation, who discusses where to go from there while Floyd paces restlessly outside as they wait for the authorities to arrive to cordon off the area and conduct a thorough search.

He has no idea where you could be or how long it's been since you were taken. There was a struggle; that much is obvious. Did you know this person? Are they a complete stranger? Where could they have taken you? Did they hurt you? Threaten you? The more Floyd thinks, the more despairing he becomes. His Shrimpy... His sweet, lovable, wonderful Shrimpy must be so scared. So alone... He has to find you. The police can be incompetent and slow and Floyd hates the idea of someone else coming to your rescue. It ought to be him. And when he gets his hands on the one who kidnapped you... Floyd hasn't talked to his father in a while; he prefers chatting with his mama because his old man can be such a nag at times. But his father has connections and now Floyd needs them, and he's a mere call away.

He'll find you. He can't lose you. And when he does, he's taking you to a safer, better place—a place far from the grimy limelight of the stage. This is why you shouldn't be an idol. It's dangerous. This is why he has to keep you safe. It's his job, but most importantly it's because he loves you. So even if he has to lock you away for your own good, force domesticity on you in the name of protection, he has to ensure you're safe. At the end of the day, that's all that matters to him.

(I like to imagine your stalker is Rollo, but it's fun to picture other characters in that place hehe.)

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #forgive me for writing so much ^^;;;#i may be a little obsessed with bodyguard floyd orz #i love him aaaaaa #i could write an entire series for this concept because there's so much potential #(someone hold me back please stop me before the gears in my brain turn and i draft chapters orz orz)#perhaps i should just write a very long floyd thought like how i often pen my azul thoughts #hhhmmmmm many thoughts

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Something I need to get off my chest, for old followers and new:

I do not give a single solitary fuck about communism

If communism blew up and died tomorrow, I would not give one shit about it 🥱

If “communism” is your end all be all about what’s right and what’s wrong in the world, then do us both a favor and block me right now. No hard feelings, okay?

And for anyone wondering: no, I don’t give a shit about capitalism, and definitely not neoliberalism either

Look, sooner or later you have GOT to understand something: some people (neoliberals) get all bent out shape if you aren’t constantly falling over yourself to kiss the ass of whoever the current Democratic president is. That ain’t me. When Biden or Clinton or whoever is wrong, I will hold their feet to the fire and at least try to them accountable (see: Biden Title 42)

And when capitalism fucks up (lol, that’s any day of the week that ends in the letter Y), then I will call that shit out too

Sooner or later, ALL of that shit fucks up. All of it. All of it

None of it is beyond critique

If you think your special little rhubarb (communism, capitalism, religion, libertarianism, etc etc etc) is magically the only one that is perfect and good and right all the time, then you’re just like a little baby who still believes that Santa lives on the North Pole. Please grow tf up

But I am very specifically calling out communism today because several long time mutuals lose their shit whenever I don’t kiss Putin’s ass, or when I don’t blame NATO for Putin invading a sovereign nation that wasn’t attacking Russia, wasn’t in NATO, and wasn’t even applying for membership into NATO when Putin decided to attack them

Is America wrong for all the dirt its done all around the planet? Fuck. yes. Does America bad = Russia good? FUCK NO

Look, everyone has their own personal coda; their guiding principles; their “religion,” their rhubarb. For some, it’s a blind, sycophantic inability to understand or acknowledge that simply being marginally better than Trump doesn’t automatically make centrist Democrats above being held accountable (it’s our job as citizens to always demand better from whoever our elected representatives are—they work for us goddammit)

For other sycophants, it’s a rabid inability to call out capitalism and/or Christianity

And for others still, it’s communism

I guess my problem is, EYE don’t measure how “good” something is by how “communist” it is—I measure it by how much good it does without burying poor people, without harming Black & Brown people, without hurting women (trans or otherwise), without vilifying foreigners, and without burning LGBTQ people (the way Russia and America do)

If you can’t understand that, then your particular brand of blind fanaticism (your rhubarb) is communism, and you are no different from the VBNMW, Blue MAGA sycophants who go completely ape shit whenever you say something even slightly unflattering about politicians who happen to wear the letter “D” behind their name—see where that got us??

You’re no different. You just have a slightly different rhubarb

Communism is NOT my fucking measuring stick. I don’t have communism on the brain, and I sure as fuck don’t have capitalism on the brain either

I love Black people, Brown people , poor people, immigrants, asylum seekers, women, the LGBTQ community, democracy, equality, justice and freedom

And dassit ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’m on the side of the little guy and the underdog

So anyway, fuck communism, fuck capitalism, fuck “Christianity” and fuck all the other little bullshit unimportant distinctions you far too rigidly use to decide if someone is “good” instead of just looking to see if they’re actually doing good or not

Some of you good little “communists” couldn’t even be bothered to speak up about Brittney Griner because you didn’t want to look bad or say anything bad about Vladimir Putin’s raggedy ass. Lol. You guys suck!

And no, this isn’t me taking a right wing turn like Cenk and TYT (or like Jimmy Dore, or Glenn Greenwald, or any number of the other “previously” progressive media types who are re-aligning themselves with conservatives)

In 2016 I had to break ties with people and bloggers who turned out to be dogged Blue MAGA sycophants, and today I’m fed up with people who can’t go more than two minutes without signaling how “communist” they are 🙄

Sorry, but that shit don’t get my dick hard

(And for added clarity: Republicans and Libertarians, go fuck yourselves with a rusty chainsaw)

If this post makes you mad, then here ya go

</end rant>

#politics #a post about me #odin rants #communism #russia #capitalism #ukraine #sychopants

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Pitiful | Yandere Diluc x Reader

Warning: Gaslighting, demeaning language, controlling behavior, and manipulation. Thank you.

Can be read as platonic yandere, but both ways work.

Summary: You’re an adventurer all exhausted from your travels because of your bad luck with camping out. After a little mishap, the young master of Dawn Winery offers you a place to stay in his mansion.

You love traveling. It’s why you became an adventurer in the first place. Seeing new lands were some of life’s greatest experiences and meeting new people is part of its charm. Each place you explored: Liyue Harbor, Luhua Pool, Dihua Marsh, Qingce Village, etc. filled you with wonder from the second you arrived and to the moment you left.

But adventuring wasn’t always wonderful as you thought it was. Sight-seeing is fun and all, but the living conditions were not exactly... favorable. You dread your fate when you see the sun sets, because you know what happens. The tent you carry never keeps out the wind despite checking for holes numerous of times. The nights are never peaceful because without fail, a deranged hilichurl comes out from nowhere. Resting in an inn isn’t a possible choice since each bed you take, without fail, is a bed with bed bugs. You’d take the hilichurls every night over being in a frenzy, itchy state. It’s wild out there.

However, by random chance, when you were just starting your adventure in Mondstat, you ran into the owner of Dawn Winery and the head of the Ragnvindr Family who offered you a place to stay.

Or rather, he ran into your poor, pathetic tent.

It all happened so suddenly. You set up your tent and went to gather some firewood. Upon returning, you see your tent smashed in, with a red-head scratching his head in worry. The poles that held up the cloth were smashed to pieces, with the cloth itself pierced and torn by the splinters. The tent was barely supporting itself and each breath the wind takes in its direction makes it tremble like a hurt animal. It was such a pitiful sight. Good thing you anticipated this.

“I truly sorry, I just bumped into it and…”

“It’s alright. This happens a lot. I have an extra tent!”

The firey-haired man introduced himself as Diluc Ragnvindr and you realize who he was as soon as he said his name. The person who has a near monopoly on Mondstat’s liquor business, or so you’ve heard. You did not anticipate this.

“You’re welcome to stay at the Dawn Winery as long as you please,” Diluc offered, “Sincerely, it would not rest easy on my conscious to not make it up to you. To leave someone in such a terrible state, it would surely weigh down on me.”

Ouch, but fair point. You were hesitant to accept, but a well-maintained mansion must be better than your average inn. The sun was coming down soon, and fireflies are starting to blink. You looked at him with a smile. “If it doesn’t bother you, I’ll just stay for a day.”

The first night you spent, it was like sleeping on a cloud. Your feet didn’t get cold and you slept like a baby. Surprisingly, you had no bites whatsoever when you woke. There were no interruptions, and your sleep was full of peace. Never had you ever woken up not sleep deprived. It was blissful, truly blissful. You made plans to leave right after waking, but Diluc insisted you have some breakfast. The food was amazing. He suggested that right after, he’ll give you a personal tour and you happily agreed. Then came lunch and the both of you ate at Good Hunter. Then soon came night and Diluc insisted you spend another night at the mansion. The man has a good tongue, so you once again agreed.

• ° • ° • ° •

You were staying at the estate for a few weeks now, and in all of those weeks were spent in comfort. Diluc was generous enough to have Adelinde to make you meals each day. The time at the mansion were so luxurious compared to the nights you had roughing it out in the wild. All the while, you and Diluc were becoming good friends.

“Why don’t you spend your days here, [ ]? It’s a lot better here than outside, don’t you think?” Diluc suggests once more; he jokes with you about this quite often. “Eating dinner like this, and sleeping safely and comfortably after we eat, isn’t it enticing?”

“You’re right,” you laugh as you stab a piece of sticky honey roast Adelinde prepared, “it is a lot better here, but I think I explored all of Mondstat with you already. I think my next trip would be to Inazuma.”

His face visibly darkens. You didn’t see it.

“Inazuma..?” Diluc trails off, his tone confused.

“Yes, I’m thinking of visiting Watatsumi Island. I heard it’s magnificently beautiful there.” You chew on your bite, and look up at Diluc. He has a soft smile on his face, and you smile back.

“Yes, I’m sure, but the environment is quite unforgiving there. Even more so than Mondstat, [ ]. It wouldn’t be wise to camp out in such a place with your... unfortunate condition.”

“Ouch, but that is true," you say as you swallow your bite. "You’ve been to Inazuma before? Is it really dangerous as you say?”

“Terribly so, I’m afraid. I’ve traveled around Inazuma once to do foreign exports prior to the Sakoku Decree. Inazuma was merciless against my traveling group. Monsters appeared thrice as more as compred to Mondstat, and the weather was always terribly cold since the land was surrounded by water.”

Your eyes widen as you hear Diluc recall his travels to the islands. ”Inazuma was harsh even to you? That’s absolutely terrible!”

“Which is why I suggest you give up your trip to the islands.”

“But it’s nothing like I haven’t done before. I’ve been through worse, so I think I can make it through.”

“Please, reconsider. Remember how your tent crumbled with my mere touch? Imagine how pitiful it would hold up once you set up in Inazuma. Your bad luck will intensify if you go. I insist, [ ], it’s not a good decision. ”

“Diluc, I’m grateful for your concern, but I believe I can handle it. Trust me.”

Diluc sighs and crosses his arms. “Fine. I’ll make some.. arrangements for you.”

You both finish your meal and turn in for the night. It’ll be your last night in such a comfortable bed. You’re truly going to miss the Dawn Winery. It was the first night that you had trouble sleeping ever since staying in the mansion, but it was purely because of your own excitement for Inazuma.

Somehow, you drifted off into a deep slumber and woke up bright and early. You practically jumped out of bed once your eyes opened, but a clinking sound starts as soon as you move. Looking down to your ankle, there’s a metal cuff with a long chain. You fiddle with the cuff, but it’s useless. Changing your focus to the chain connected to our ankle, you follow long trail that leads to another cuff secured around the bedpost.

“Hello?!” You yell out. Nobody answers.

The chain is long enough to reach the bathroom on the other side of the room. Unfortunately for you, it’s too short to reach the door out of this room.

“Hey Adelinde? There’s a chain holding me down! The door is locked too! Adelinde! Diluc?!” you scream out, there’s something wrong, and you begin to panic. Soft footsteps tread the carpet outside the door.

“Adelinde, I can’t reach the door! I’m chained to the bedpost!”

The door opens, and you see your friend’s red-dusk hair before his face.

“I’m sorry to say this, [ ], but you can’t leave. It’s too dangerous for you.”

“Wait, you can’t be serious.” You scoff. “What are you talking about?”

“[ ], you’re too reckless for Inazuma. Do you even realize that? I care too much about you to just throw yourself into danger like this!” “Diluc are you crazy?! You can’t just tie me to a bed because you’re worried about me!”

“It’s necessary. You’re just too stubborn for your own good,” Diluc’s eyes harden. He looks intimidating. “I have to ensure your safety.”

“You have no obligation to ‘ensure my safety.’ I can manage fine before I even met you!” You’re moving your hands expressively. It’s unfathomable that your friend could ever do this to you.

“I need to because I care about you, [ ].”

“...”

“And I absolutely know for sure from the weeks I’ve spent with you that adventuring isn’t suited for you. I’ll take care of you, [ ]. Don’t worry about anything else.”

#writing-strip #do you see a pattern with my genshin fics #he is so fine #something about a protective yandy tickles me #critque is welcome #not my best work tbh #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #yandere diluc #yandere diluc x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact #yan!diluc #diluc #yandere diluc ragnvindr

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Anti-hero 2

Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader

Word count: 3225.

Part 1.

You’ve always tried to convince yourself you weren’t a bad person. Not one of the villains, but also not one of the heroes. You made sure there was a category just for you, so you could do what you do best. Only what you want.

And what’s wrong with that, honestly? All your life everyone told you what you do, people were tossing you from side to side and asking you to give up your wishes and wants for theirs.

Your psychologist told you, you were a narcissist and that you should work on that. And then she fell on acid and turned into a psychopath, so you’re better off without people telling what you should work on.

The morally gray idea always worked in your favor. But after you met Supergirl, for a while there, you actually wanted to be better. Does it have anything to do with her hotness? Duh. Girl has one piece of ass that you haven’t been able to get out of your mind. But as you remember well, she doesn’t think you can be good. And maybe you shouldn’t even try.

If everyone insists on treating you like a villain, no matter how much you actually try to help, then damn! Why even bother trying? If you’re never going to be a part of the super doofus friends, or even have any friends at all, you should just embrace the dark side everyone just insists on seeing.

You’re trying to live your own life. Kara is long gone in the past (granted the last time you saw her was two weeks ago, but she has definitely been erased from your mind ever since) and you’re trying to keep your distance from Supergirl as well.

You’ve been trying to lay low for a while, but you’re running out of money. Once you find out the mayor has been stealing money consistently from the city for years, your mind is made up quickly. Even being a villain, you still draw the line. No stealing from the poor, only from the wealthiest lying bastards.

“Y/N?” You hear Supergirl’s voice behind your back. Your heart stops for a second, before picking up the pace. You don’t show it, although you’re almost sure she knows you’re nervous. But she is probably mistaken as to the reason why.

“Oh, you again.” The irony is thick in your voice, and she knows it even with your back turned at her.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

It can’t be an honest question. But you can take at least a little pride on making her feel dumb every time you talk to her.

“What does it look like I’m doin’, Supes? I’m robbin’ the mayor.” You turn around, bags of money in hands. She looks at you in question, turning her head to the sides, like a confused puppy. It would be adorable if you didn’t hate her so much now. “I’mma live up to my reputation, baby.”

“I thought you told me you were good with a twist.” She points at the bags on your hands.

“And I thought you called me ‘evil one’.” You smirk, making your way to the window you used to break in. “If everyone is going to treat me like a villain, then I might as well start acting like one.”

Kara takes one step forward, not as strong as she wants to make it seem. You see the confusion crossing her eyes and you can also tell she doesn’t want to hurt you. You’re not sure how, you just know.

“This isn’t you.” She tries and you can’t help but chuckle at that.

“And how would you know who I am? You never once cared enough to get to know me.” You attach the rope to your harness. “Well, anyways, I’d like to say it was nice to see ya, but it turns out, I’m over you.”

“Come on, Y/N. You can’t possibly think I’d let you leave with all that money.” She steps closer, a little more threatening this time. She dropped Kara so fast and she is back at Supergirl the second you don’t act like she wants you to. “I don’t want to hurt you, so leave the money and I might consider letting you walk free.”

“Oh, that’s so nice of you.” You fake, hand on your heart and a mock smile on your face. “Pass. I’mma take this and if I were you, I wouldn’t stand in my way.”

You make your way to the ledge of the building, attaching the money bags to your belt, before rappelling down the building. It’s not a second later until Supergirl is flying in front of you.

She stands tall, hands on her waist and hair flying in the wind. God damn it! This would’ve been a lot easier if her face wasn’t just as nice as her body. No doubt you’d have blown her out of your way already.

“Y’know, I knew you were just a bonehead with a nice bod, but damn, Kara. You surprise me more and more each day.” You easily start rolling yourself down. “D’you really think I didn’t have an escape plan in case you showed up?”

“I don’t see an escape plan.” She quirks her eyebrows, voice stronger than you’ve ever heard before. “All I see is a rope I can rip off with my bare hands.”

“Hmm, I bet that’s sexy, but I’mma leave that for someone else. Ya just don’t do it for me anymore.”

“Ok, enough with the chit-chat. Drop the bags or I’ll take you to the police station.”

“Did you see my new necklace?” You ask and immediately her eyes zoom in it. “I guess ya too far to see my new toy. Red Kryptonite, ya must’ve heard about it. It does wonderful things to kryptonians.”

“You wouldn’t.” She asks, knowing you would. You pout, ironically, then smirk right after.

“Y’know Kara, if you didn’t wanna deal with another villain, ya really shouldn’t have turned me into one.” You land safely in an alley, jumping onto your motorcycle right after.

“Wait, wait.” She asks, looking at you ready to make your way out. You sigh at her. “If I turned you into this, then let me make it right. What can I do, or say, to make you stop this? To make you be good with a twist again?”

“I know!” She looks excited at the prospect of helping you. “Kill yourself!” You start off your motorcycle, and get out of there fast.

You’re so fast, you even let yourself believe that you’ve lost her. Except as soon as you open the door of your apartment, she is right there.

“Y/N, please.” She begs while you throw the money to the side, and they pile up by the door.

“That’s breaking and entering, Supes.” You roll your eyes, but she doesn’t move.

“I was rooting for you.”

“It must’ve been exhausting.” You sigh. “Now beat it.”

“Please. I don’t think you’re actually a villain and if this-” She points at the bags of money. “If this is all my fault then let me make it up. Let me make you better again.”

“I have a better idea.” You take one big step forward and hold her by the collar of her suit, even though it is extremely skintight. You speak out of gritted teeth. “Let me make you worse instead.”

You did it out of spite. Sure. You hated the idea of Supergirl standing tall over you, thinking she is better because she hasn’t committed any light felony. Of course you steal, but only from the really wealthy ones. You know, the ones who wouldn’t even notice if they lost a few couple of thousand bucks.

But now, as Kara’s eyes become dark, instead of their usual baby blue, you smile completely passionate about your idea. You really are a genius, and Supes look even hotter with this evil crossing her face.

“Welcome to the dark side, hot stuff.” You give her an evil smirk and are greeted with the same one on her face. How is it possible that she gets more attractive by the second?

“Did anyone ever tell you how hot you look after you just robbed the mayor?” Kara asks and you blush under her compliment. Wow, so that’s how she feels when you flirt with her. Can’t believe she doesn’t like it.

“You haven’t yet.” You raise an eyebrow at her.

Kara’s next action is so unexpected, you can’t help the whimper that leaves your mouth. She picks you up, and you wrap your legs around her torso to hold yourself up, scared she might drop you. But she doesn’t. Instead, she pins you up against the wall, holding your waist harder.

“Well I’ve always thought you were the hottest evil one I’ve ever seen.” Her breath is hot on your neck, and you bite your lower lip to stop yourself from kissing her. “And I’ve pictured you in this position way too many times before.”

“See, I knew you had a dirty side. That cute nerdy act didn’t fool me.” You’re about to tease her some more, but her mouth makes way to your neck and you’re shut up right away.

You can’t believe you haven’t done this before. For a while there you actually thought that for you to get together with Kara you had to rise yourself to her level, when the truth was, you only needed to bring her down to yours, instead.

She blinks at you, giving you a grin, while she wakes up slowly. “You’re such a creep, stop staring.”

“Sorry hot stuff, I didn’t think you’d ever end up in my bed.”

“Oh please.” Kara pulls your body closer, and the small distance between you, she closes with a heavy kiss. “You had to know one day this would happen. You kept hitting on me so insistently.”

“What can I say? You look good when you’re flushed.” Her swollen lips open in a smile, while her cheeks get flushed by the compliment. “See, hot as fuck.”

“Hmmm,” she kisses you one more time. “Gotta run. Have to get to work before anyone notices I hate that place.”

“See you later?”

Kara slaps your butt tenderly, making you blush at the intimacy. “You, too, look damn good while flushed.” She gets dressed in a hurry and points at the window. “Leave it open, I’ll drop by whenever I can. Oh and, baby, don’t pull another robbery without me.”

“Eh, I’m good with money.” You look at the bags dropped by the floor. Kara agrees with her head and flies out.

You spend a lazy day at home. You don’t have much to do, and you don’t wanna go around looking for trouble. When you eventually make it out of the house just for a large cup of coffee, and then back you are again for some television.

Kara drops by after work. She looks so hot with her new style. The cardigan wearer Kara Danvers was nice, but this one wearing a black turtleneck with no sleeves showing her incredibly strong biceps is, oof, so sexy you can’t describe it.

“Hey” She pulls you onto her lap as soon as she is on the couch with you. Next thing you know she is kissing you hot and heavy, leaving you breathless.

“Hey, what are we going to do tonight?” You say when you finally catch your breath.

“I was thinking…” She starts, holding your waist stronger. “I’ll do you, then we have dinner, then I’ll do you again.”

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

You haven’t taken your necklace out yet. You don’t know how long the Red Kryptonite works on her, so you better keep her under the influence or she will ditch you really fast. But it’s been a couple of weeks and apparently your necklace has been doing its job flawlessly, because she keeps coming back.

“Hey.” Kara flies in through the window, and you look up at her from your place on the couch. “Did you stay there all day?” You agree with your head. “Have you moved at all?”

“Why don’t you come move me?” She smiles before making her way to where you are.

It’s amazing how right you were about you and Kara being perfect in bed together. It’s not supposed to work so well, but maybe it is her dark side that makes things so great. You’ve been recovering your breath, and she climbs up your body, laying next to you. You two didn’t even make it to the bedroom this time, so she looks around in your living room, eyes zooming in a painting.

“I didn’t know you had a thing for art.” She finally notices all of your walls are covered in paintings. “Those are nice.”

“Mhm.”

“Oh,” She looks at them with wide eyes. “Did you steal those from a museum?”

“Not really.” You breathe deep, and Kara looks back at you with puzzling eyes. “Those were actually painted by me.”

“No way!” She gets up immediately, and starts investigating your paintings from up close. You, on the other hand, like the view of her perfect bubble butt staring at you. “Oh this one from the sky is awesome. Hey, there’s a red thingy in here. It kinda looks like someone flying.”

“It’s you, actually.”

Kara looks back at you, the smile on her face spreading wider. Her eyes light up at the thought. “You painted me?”

“It’s old. From when I had a crush on you or something like that.”

“You had a crush on me?” Kara jokes knowing the answer. “That’s so embarrassing, baby.” She goes back to the painting, stays in front of it for a few minutes, fully analyzing it. “Y/N, this is amazing.”

“Thanks.” You blush under her compliment. You haven’t had a lot of people telling you that you did something amazing. Especially not when it comes to your art. It feels weird receiving a compliment, but you also kinda like the feeling. “You can have it, if you want.”

“Are you serious? Golly! This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Thank you so much!” She comes back to kiss you and you chuckle at her reaction.

“Sure. No problem. Just don’t say golly ever again.”

“Hey, you have to come to game night tomorrow.” Kara says, making her way to your fridge and you raise your eyebrows at her. “With your big brain and my passion for games we will be the invincible couple! I mean, Brainy’s got the brains but Nia isn’t competitive. Alex and Kelly, pfff, they can never beat us. Lena and-” She finally stops ranting to look at your confused expression. “What?”

“Don’t your friends hate me for using Red Kryptonite on you and making you evil?”

“Oh.” She seems to think about it for the first time ever. “I don’t think so.”

“Shouldn’t they? I mean, I know your sister probably wants me dead.”

“Oh, no. No.” She makes her way to you and kisses your forehead, reassuringly. “They like you. I think. They’re going to hate you when we start winning all the games though. But it’s going to be worth it.”

You open your mouth to argue, but she cuts you off with a kiss.

“So it’s settled, you’ll come tomorrow!”

“Baby, can you help me with something?” Kara flies in, all dressed up as Supergirl. You clean your hands on a rag, trying to get the ink out.

“What? Need help robbing a bank?” You ask with a mischievous smile, and she chuckles at you.

“Not quite. Just-Just look at this.” Kara shows you a crime scene on a tablet and you furrow your brows at it.

“Catwoman? Here in National City?”

“I knew I wasn’t going crazy, but Alex didn’t believe me.” She has the biggest smile on her face and kisses your cheek lovingly. “Thanks, baby. I have to go figure out what she is up to.” She is almost flying away when she looks back at you. “Unless you want to help me stop her.”

“Why would I do that? I'm a villain.” Says the person who hasn’t done anything nefarious in months and is stucking inside her apartment painting cute pictures of her girlfriend.

“I know!” Kara furrows her brows. “Of course you are. The worst one in National City.” She fakes it with an over exaggerated hand gesture. “Painting is looking good, my pretty evil one. I’ll see you later tonight.”

For months you’ve been noticing how the Red Kryptonite isn’t working anymore. Kara’s evil smirk has made space for her cheery laugh. The cardigans have been casually making their way back into her wardrobe. Supergirl has been saving the world again. And even though she doesn’t tell you not to steal things, you know she tries to keep you busy and encourage you on your art so you don’t want to go raid some banks again.

You keep saying you’re going to call her up on her bullshit. But everyday she lands on your apartment, kisses your inked hands, offers you some takeout food, and compliments you on your progress and you leave it for the next day. Then the next and the next, and so on.

There's low music playing in the back. Since December came, Kara hasn’t stopped listening to Christmas songs. Normally you’d hate this, but you love to hear her humming to them, and sometimes singing when she gets really in the zone.

“Can I ask you something?”

Kara has her back turned at you, looking the stupidest you can imagine with an ugly Christmas sweater of a dinosaur pretending to be a tree and the words ‘tree rex’. You’ve begged her to take it off when you first saw it, but the truth is you’ve never laughed so hard than seeing her in that stupid thing.

She is flying a little off ground to place the star perfectly on top of the tree, and she hums for you to go on with your question.

“The Red Kryptonite necklace.” You look at your neck without it. You don’t think she’s ever even noticed you haven’t worn it in months. “That never worked, did it?”

Kara chuckles, landing on the floor and coming at you with a loving smile. “I actually think it was a ruby.”

“Why did you fake it?”

“You said I never cared enough to get to know you, and I knew you were right. Honestly, my plan was just gathering enough information to protect myself in case you decided to use your big beautiful brain against me. While, you know, seeing what the fuss was about getting in bed with you.” She cups your face gently and you can’t help but smile. “But then I’ve fallen for your wits like a ton of bricks.”

“Well, I guess the plan backfired for both of us. Cause all I wanted was that cute little butt of yours in my bed and then be done with you.” You look at the Christmas decorations you helped her put up and the gifts with both of your names under the tree. “And look at us now.”

“Look at us now.” She repeats, pulling you for one of those kisses.

#supergirl #supergirl fanfiction #kara x reader #kara danvers #supergirl imagine #reader insert

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takiisieju-squadra · 5 months

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Hello, I’d like to request a La Squadra matchup, if you’d want to write one. I hope this wasn’t too much of a word vomit! :)

-I may seem awkward at first to people, but I just have horrible social anxiety (and possible autism) and public spaces can be overwhelming. Once I am hanging out with people I know, I tend to actually become a pretty loud and more social person, and will take a parental/leadership(? Don’t know the adjective) role in my friend group.

- I’m 18 and a massive nerd (biology major 😶), so I usually end up talking about horror movies or science/math stuff. When socializing with my friends, I enjoy talking about our different interests regardless of whether or not I partake in their interest. If I’m close enough to a person, I’ll probably flirt with them in an obvious joking manner, as long as they’re comfortable. My other jokes, which I share with everyone, are usually random or about morbid subjects like death. Deep conversations are another important aspect of my relationships. I just really enjoy spending time with my friends and partners. Whenever I can, I will try to help the people around me, whether it be with a task or by listening to their problems.

- I have an amazing cat, she is a diluted calico that I found in a sewer drain, and she is the most adorable attention hog. She meows until I hold her like a baby in my arms, but I don’t mind.

- A red flag of mine is that I have trouble reaching out about my emotions, so I end up bottling things up and have a panic attack or a (rare) anger outburst. However this is something I’m working on.

- some of my hobbies include watching horror movies, sewing, embroidery, art, skating, reading, and learning about new things

- I truly love gothic rock, death metal, and classical music. I actually have a really cool patch jacket too, and I also partake in gothic fashion and makeup.

-I can’t stand people who trash-talk others for being poor or something else that is out of a persons control. It just shows a complete lack of empathy and kindness to me.

- oh yeah I don’t know if physical appearance is relevant, but I’m like 5’6, pale and chubby, and have short dark brown curly hair.

Anyways have a good day and stay hydrated ✨💛

Hi! Sorry for the wait.

This was a very difficult one, and I hope you are pleased with your result. I match you with…

Pesci!

Oh, this poor baby boy… He knows all too well about what it’s like to deal with anxiety, so at first you may bond because of that. You could think he’d grow distant once you “show your true colours”, but it's far from that! He’s genuinely happy when you come out of your shell, and your ability to lead is obviously a good thing for him. Now, he may not know all the things you are talking about, but he is very interested. He may not understand some stuff, so please pay attention to his state, he might get overwhelmed or otherwise uncomfortable and be too afraid to actually say something. Also, please don’t laugh at him when your flirty remarks fluster him (even if you are already dating, he is always a mess in such matters).

Pesci is truly, honestly perfect boyfriend material. Whatever your hobby is, he’s trying to pick it up too (please comfort him during horror movies, he’s easy to scare despite his occupation). Whatever you wear, he adores and compliments it. Whatever music you listen to, he also tries to get into. Your cat is now his favorite animal in the world, even if she doesn’t like him. He will probably even ask for a photo of her to keep close (not you, though, it may be dangerous considering his line of work).

Despite his relative cowardice and shyness, he’ll protect you from anything, with almost terrifying ferocity. And when you return the favor by even simply telling off somebody laughing at his appearance, he is literally ready to cry.

He wouldn’t hide his profession from you, because he doesn’t like keeping secrets in a relationship. Prosciutto is obviously the first of his teammates that you meet, but eventually others find out and want to look at the person Pesci “managed to pull off”. You become surprisingly close with Melone, somehow…

Thank you for the ask. Hope you are pleased with the result!

taglist: @go-capt-puppen

(if you have something against Pesci, please don't bother to react, it is rather discouraging to receive "criticism" based on personal preferences considering I spend a lot of time writing these, for free).

#la squadra #jjba #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #matchmaking #prosciutto #jjba pesci

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aajjks · 25 days

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(This is way before the asks right now btw)

I had a dream about what’s going on with Syelle Y/n and Jk but it’s a different Jk and Y/n is more like Syelle. Y/n is a backstabbing bestie named Emily. In the dream I had.

Basically tpol Jk made a bet to make one of those gold digging sugar babies to suffer and see how long they can hold up. It’s more like nice manipulation then you see a heartbreaker that Jk is in the dream.

Emily made a sugar baby account and is the type to make anyone fall in love with her but she is crazy person that needs help but doesn’t want to have help.

Y/n poor gal works her butt of to make a living while Emily takes pictures of her feet.

The age range is basically sickening because Jungkook is pushing fifty but is forty-five year of age while Y/n is in high school and working. Is in a senior in high school, so she is a minor for about half of the dream. Emily is in her twenties, and baby sat Y/n since she was seven and Emily was fourteen. They have known each other for ten years, and Emily is someone Y/n trust and her parents are very stict and Emily has a sick obsession with Y/n.

How Jungkook got to know Y/n is through Emily, remember that I told you that Emily already has an account for sugar babies and only fans.. yea she puts Y/N’s photo on her account because Emily wants Y/n to know about how evil people are and not to be trick when it was Emily’s plan to isolate Y/n and keep her all to herself.

Y/n being none the wiser gets a date with Jungkook and he makes her sign a six month contract because he is planning on killing the said gold digger that Y/n is not. He doesn’t know about Emily’s plan, he doesn’t know that Y/n is very innocent, kind and respectful until it is too late.

Of course Hoseok is in this because he is Jungkook’s friend but Y/N’s overprotective brother kinda sorta. He adopted her as his little sister because his little sister is Olivia and Y/N’s bestie.

Once Y/n finds out the nasty stuff Jungkook was saying to his friends that are billionaires and Emily setting her up on a sugar baby website that isn’t actually hers, only the picture profile is her not the account. Of course Y/n breaks down because she starts to fall for Jungkook’s personality which was fake.

Y/n of course is heartbroken by Emily because she put all of her trust in her. Then the words “Don’t be tricked by people even your own family can trick you into doing something you can’t control or afford to get yourself in.”

Y/n is on Jungkook’s computer and seeing this, closes the laptop. Y/n goes to the couch and sleeps because of what is actually going on behind your back. You are so uncomfortable and upset that you try and sleep it off.

Two days later Y/n goes to check on Jungkook and stops in the middle of the hallway to hear his plans on the phone. Y/n startled that he confesses that he might actually love you makes you want to vomit. You never thought of being a sugar baby, you just wanted to be loved. You are always on top of your grades and never told him anything you wanted. You gave him love you listen to him. You never kissed nor made love with him but the way he has treated you made you realize that you are only a responsibility and not someone to love.

It hurts but you conclude to distance yourself slowly from him and Emily. You are making your evil babysitter that reminds you of icky-Vicky from a television show called Fairly OddParents rich from how you act with Jungkook. He says he sends you money and gets you gift that only “you requested” to be put on your doorstep.

Both of them make you sick, but what can you do put stick around. Jungkook will be doing you a favor in killing you because you feel so.. empty. You make sure he is well fed, and happy. Even his mother has been keeping an eye on you to make sure you are who you say you are.

There is one time she stopped you and ask “What are your intentions with my son, you gold digging sugar baby?!”

You answered her by saying “Only trying to make him happy, what would you request for me to do?” She tells you to leave and never come back.

Is this all? You are happy she said that and you nodded your head and get down on your knees and thank her for telling you that. She looks at you and realizes that maybe you do need help. Then she ask all snarky “wow that’s it? You were never for my son! You filthy skank, at least you would have fought to stay for my son! You really are a gold digger that only wants money…”

She doesn’t know that you love her son yet you let her scream her heart out. You are silent as you watch her come to you and scream at you some more and she slaps you in your face. You don’t cry, you just feel numb and let her assault you because you deserve it for being so dumb, why did you start to love someone who doesn’t love you back. Then his mom actually says the most hurtful thing ever “I hope when he finds out you just want his money I hope he tortures you so you would BEG for death and slowly make you succumb to death.”

She storms away and leaves while you are on the ground trying not to cry. You didn’t know Emily was the one who is behind every sugar daddy’s downfall. She made them leave their families and took all their money. You had not one slightest clue what you are in for.

Yet you still want love, you can’t leave him because of the contract. Jungkook comes in and looks at you in fake concern or real concern not that it matters, nothing that you do matters anyways. This is what you get for opening your heart to people, this is what you get for being too kind hearted. Someone please take away the pain, all the while you get up and brush him off. You tell him that you are going to Emily’s house for about a week.

Jungkook of course says “As long as you are back before Sunday. I want to take you out and show you off to my friends.” He says smiling a little while waiting for your answer.

You think back to before about what those text messages meant on the screen you read about Jungkook wanting to show you off so they can do things to you and leave you for dead, and say “y-yea that sounds wonderful.” While walking back up the stairs slowly.

You pack your bags slowly and look so zoned out, you don’t know that you are crying until you see tear drops on your shirt. You had enough and started to cry your heart out in a corner because of how hurt you are. That’s all you are, a crybaby as you remember bullies calling you crybaby, mocking you for wanting to learn in school. You were an outcast who loves anime, Pokémon, whether, games, electronics, history, and Jesus.

You still choose to love people even when they mocked you. The only people who are there for you are your parents. Your dad died when you were ten, and your mom has cancer and all you want to do is hug her but right now you can’t. You have to remain strong for her, you do not want to go to Emily’s house, you go to your see your mom that is bedridden in the hospital. You stay “Goodbye” softly to Jungkook before leaving but he is busy with whatever he is doing on the laptop.

He keeps calling you Emily which isn’t your name but you have to give in all the time once he says her name and not yours, I forgot to tell you that detail. You are truly alone in this world with no one to love, or so you thought.

Hoseok and Eunwoo come visit you at the hospital and you look dead. They both are worried, Hoseok is more like an older brother who is overprotective, meanwhile Eunwoo is so sweet and deserves someone who loves him, like Alina. The girl he has been talking about for ages and you say to him “Just be you, please Woo. You are so much more than who you think you are. I want what best for you Woo.”

Eunwoo looks at you with stars in eyes when he talks to you about Alina. He even excuses himself to go make a call to Alina about a date. Hoseok looks at you sternly and asks softly “Y/n, why do you look like you are about to die?”

You chuckle and ask “Do you know a Jeon Jungkook and a Emily Dowery?”

He looks at you and says “Jeon Jungkook is a friend of mine, and a Emily Dowery sounds familiar, why what’s up?”

You look at him while your mom is asleep and you say “Emily made a sugar baby account and put me as her profile picture. So people think I am her and she is getting money from them by using me. She recently did this. Jungkook thinks I am her, when I am not and I saw his messages about Emily but they were directed at me because I saw that they want to get together and avenge their friend named, Kang Yul-soul who became suicidal because he loved Emily. Now they are plotting to kill her/me, because I am in a six month contract with him.”

Hoseok is shocked to say the least because he is in the group you are talking about and says “We need to prove your innocence! This is blasphemous, Y/n Emily is a bad person. Who is she to you?”

You stare at him and start to tear up and say “She was my babysitter, for ten years.” You can practically see his wheels turning as he is trying to connect the dots. Then he says “ I have a game plan, it is Thursday, go to Emily’s house and make sure you tell her that Jungkook kicked you out and tell her you fell for him and can’t live without him, I will make atonement for you for her actions against you. She sounds so evil and demonic.”

You gulp and hesitantly nod your head as you look at your mother. You can’t loose her too, and you stare up at Hoseok and give him a hug telling him your trust him.

You go to Emily’s house all scuffed up and bruised and her eyes widened and says “Oh my Y/n, darling what happened? No matter you are here now, would you like a spot of tea?”

You look at her and explode into tear as you tell her that Jungkook kicked you to the curb and you fell in love with him. Emily whips her head around and screamed “You shouldn’t have done that, he is a killer darling! You need to be careful and keep your heart intact! Don’t be tricked now come here and let me hug you.”

You go to her but you didn’t know she has an injection needle until you feel it go into you. You look at her in terror as she says “Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer, you are finally mine.” She put you on the blanket and drags you into a secret room that’s behind the refrigerator. You are wide eyed as she also states that she has enough money to get you married and pregnant. She looks at you like a piece of meat and says “I have been planning this ever since I first saw you all those years ago, you have grown into such a sexy and wonderful woman. I am glad your parents made me your babysitter, why did I do all of this, because men are disgusting and all they want is sex. I want to grow old with you and have kids and grandkids. You are such a gem and you are mine to keep.”

You slowly shut your eyes and pass out due to shock. Hoseok on the other hand listened to everything she said to you and recorded everything. He sees Jungkook with his motherand wants to punch him but says “Hey can you help me with something. We need to get rid of that Emily girl! Now, she has kidnapped someone and is about to torture that person!”

Jungkook looks at him shock and then angry bubbles into him and says “Let me hear what she said, I’ll make her life a living hell..”

Hoseok is about to say something but gets interrupted by Jungkook’s mother “I told that hussy to stay away, I even slapped the woman.”

Hoseok looks at her in shock and says “Wait what?!” While Jungkook smiles at his mother for sticking up for him while she explains that all that girl wants is power and money. She even made one of Jungkook’s friends kill himself due to his love for her.

Hoseok pulls your picture out and asks while trying not to go off on the older woman and the woman exclaims “Yes that witch of a woman is getting her own karma with messing around my Jungkook!”

Hoseok looks at her in shock and Jungkook in shock as the rest of the their friends show up and they ask “Oh is that the b*tch that killed our boy?”

Hoseok then explodes on everyone yelling “THIS IS NOT EMILY THAT IS A HARDWORKING HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT THAT GOT THROWN INTO THIS! SHE IS A FREAKING MINOR THAT WORKS ALSO THREE JOBS TO SUPPORT HER MOTHER! EMILY IS THE BLOND HAIRED WOMAN THAT LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE FROM ANOTHER PLANET! ALL OF YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED!” He pauses to calm down and says “I’m sorry I am just very protective over Y/n and I am in the group, but the sugar baby account was set up because Emily set Y/n up.”

Jungkook’s mother says “Wait what? My son has been dating a high schooler and he didn’t know about it?!”

Hoseok says “Yes ma’am unfortunately you are correct, Emily kept threatening to cut her mother’s life support so he can give her money and not Y/n. So of course, she was scared to tell you. You all know how teenagers are because all of us were one.”

Hoseok plays what he heard to the group and automatically they all look at Hoseok in regret and ask “How long have you known?”

Hoseok looks at them and explains that he found out just now. He asks “What do we do now? Does anyone have ideas because I did not peg Emily to be lesbian and after someone ten years younger than her, especially a minor that’s about to graduate high school.”

Meanwhile you wake up to Emily wanting to fed you but of course you turn your head. Emily looks at you and tsks at you. She asks you to be a good girl and that you wouldn’t want your mother to worry. You gulp and start to eat it slowly, because you are tied up in a chair. Shackles are on your ankles while your hands around bound with a rope, you sigh because you have not one ounce of survival instinct or skill to get you out. How can you outsmart someone who has outsmarted some government official.

You have to get out of here no matter the cost. You know your life is at cost, you know your mother life is at cost, you know your learning is at cost. You need to go to class but how can you when you are in a secret room with surveillance cameras and computers in the room. It’s like you can see who comes and she can see you see who comes in or out.

Meanwhile everyone is coming up with a plan to get you out without getting on Emily’s bad side. Emily loves the control and they know to get her. Jungkook’s mother is in on this, she wants to kill that Emily for making her slap someone who she felt nothing but kindness radiating from.

So she is on offense while Jungkook is on defense, they are planning to get Emily to confess to her crimes. Hoseok is also play defense and gets the mafia involved because they also know about Emily. Hoseok tells them about everything, and of course they know about you know and that you are innocent in all of this.

Jungkook pays for your mother’s hospital bills and makes sure that your mother’s wellbeing is taken care of in the best way possible.

Meanwhile you are getting hurt by Emily because you refused to kiss her and cuddle her. She is trying to have her way with you and you are screaming at her. Telling her to just kill you, you even beg her to do so. She smirks at you and says “Darling why would I kill you when I can have my way with you right now.. I can call in for some help while I watch you squirm, and I’ll put it on live that you are an easy target.”

You look at her horrified and scream out “WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU THAT YOU DO THIS TO ME?! WHY ME?!” You look at her with upmost disgust that you can manage as she laughs at you and says “Awe is my kitten mad? You can’t leave me even if you beg me to leave you. I will always be here, I will haunt you forever if you leave me.”

You gasp as you see another figure in the room and knocks Emily to the ground and you see someone from the mafia, as another person drags Emily out, the mafia boss which his name is Kim Taehyung and he looks at you and smiles softly then says “I’ve come here to rescue you. We need to get you checked in to the hospital, is it alright if I touch you?”

You stay quiet and nod your head as he gets you out of the shackles and rope. You finally succumb to sleep after being sleep deprived because Emily wouldn’t stop touching you inappropriately.

You see Jungkook and his mother days later and they apologize for being so disrespectful to you while you stay silent. You nod your head and think about how you are going to keep track in school and the workplace. You have sprained ligaments, broken ribs, and blackened eyes. You need to get your homework and class work done so you can graduate on time. Someone has already contacted your school and workplaces about what’s going on, an they tell you that you can take your time.

You do take your time and still get your school work done. Jungkook terminates the contract and tells you goodbye and you nod your head while smiling. You finally felt free of all the mess.

Days later you see Kim Yeonjin smiling at you and asks if he can be your date to prom. Of course you said yes, and you both hit it off, you can finally be free from all the doubts and feelings of being alone. You can finally be confident in yourself and that’s enough for you.

-The end ( I know it’s crappy but that’s what I remember of the dream, also there is another dream but I don’t remember it in great detail, if I dream it again I’ll type it) my emoji will be 🧋

Oh what a roller coaster 😭 fuck Emily btw

#🧋 anon

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