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littlest lion ~ oberyn martell;game of thrones

word count: 3182

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description: after witnessing the littlest lion sibling’s abuse at the hands of her queen sister, he decides that not all lannisters are as terrible as he once thought

pairing: oberyn martell x female!reader

warnings: swearing, verbal abuse (it’s cersei so...not surprisingly), much use of y/n, a little bit of a re-write on the canon of got to say that tywin had a second wife and another child so that it makes sense for the reader to be the youngest lannister

masterlist (one, two, three)

Everyone in all of Westeros knew the Lannister siblings to be cunning and pretentious. For the most part, those assumptions were right. Cersei and Jamie were definitely both of those things - Cersei more so than her twin brother - and Tyrion’s general distaste and apathy for everything could be misinterpreted as pretentious.

But then there was their youngest half sister, (YN).

Born to Tywin and his second wife after the death of his first, (Y/N) Lannister was the complete opposite to her older siblings. She was kind and shy, which often resulted in a verbal lashing from Cersei. Tyrion was indifferent to (Y/N), but treated her nice enough. Jamie just ignored her unless he was with Cersei. Cersei despised her sister with every fiber of her being. She never wasted a breath to inform (Y/N) that she wasn’t a real Lannister, despite her being a true born to Tywin.

She tried to pretend like Cersei’s words didn’t affect her. It would only result in more taunting if she did. But (Y/N) had spent countless nights in her chambers sobbing over whatever Cersei had said to her that day. She dreamed of the day she would be able to leave her sister’s kingdom (although technically it was her son, Joffrey’s, but everyone knew Cersei was the true leader), but it felt like that day would never come. (Y/N) was well into her adulthood with no prospects of getting married. It didn’t help that Tywin hadn’t arranged a suitor for her in her younger years, and now that Joffrey was king the task fell to him and Cersei, but Cersei would not approve of any suitors for her sister.

“She needs someone to bully,” Tyrion had told (Y/N) once. “The only way you will ever marry is if you manage to find someone who will take you away.”

(Y/N) hoped that Joffrey’s marriage would bring Cersei enough joy that she would not think to be cruel to her. (Y/N) made herself unseen to Cersei as much as possible while the wedding was happening, unless she was called upon.

Unfortunately for her, Cersei still found reason to call upon her.

(Y/N) entered the throne room where Cersei was speaking with Joffrey. She curtsied, waiting for the two to notice her. She was sure Cersei was intentionally keeping Joffrey’s attention when her legs began to shake, threatening to collapse from under her.

“You may rise, aunt,” Joffrey finally said.

(Y/N) stood straight. “Your grace, you summoned me?”

“Upon my mother’s request,” Joffrey confirmed. “She wishes to speak with you in regards to my wedding day.”

(Y/N) tried to keep her expression neutral as she turned to Cersei. “What can I do for you, sister?”

“Don’t call me that,” Cersei hissed.

“I apologize, my lady.”

“I called you here to ask what you intend to wear to the king’s wedding.”

(Y/N) blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Have you become hard of hearing? What do you intend to wear to your king’s wedding?” She enunciated each word as if (Y/N) were a child. Joffrey was smirking from his throne. He reveled in his mother’s cruelty just as he reveled in his own.

“I...I suppose a gown from my wardrobe,” (Y/N) said.

Cersei scoffed. “Please, your wardrobe is so common. It would be humiliating for you to show up like that.”

A lump began to form in (Y/N)’s throat, but she tried to swallow it down. “I have no other options, though, and the wedding is in a matter of days.”

“I’ll have to get my seamstress to work on a more appropriate gown for you then,” Cersei sighed.

(Y/N) felt a heavy pit in her stomach. It was starting to make sense why Cersei had called her here. It wasn’t truly to figure out suitable wear for the wedding. It was so Cersei could once again humiliate (Y/N). She had no doubts that her sister would have her seamstress make the most hideous dress for (Y/N) to wear to the wedding. It would be an embarrassment for (Y/N), and it would mean it would be less likely for any potential suitors to show interest in her.

Tears were welling in her eyes. She was trying to fight them back, but it was a losing battle. “May I be excused, your grace?”

Joffrey glanced at his mother. She sighed and turned away, so he waved (Y/N) off. As she began to leave, she heard Cersei tell her son, “What a pathetic woman.”

(Y/N) all but ran from the throne room. She hurried out the doors of the castle into the palace’s garden as her tears finally began to fall. Her body was wracked with sobs as she fell onto the nearest bench. She felt so struck and so helpless. She would never get out of Cersei’s clutches as long as she lived, and there was no one in the world who could save her.

“I wonder what it is that causes a lion to cry.”

(Y/N) jumped at the sound of a voice. She looked up to see a handsome man in a yellow robe stood in front of her.

“Apologies,” she said, quickly wiping the tears from her face. “I was no aware that there was anyone else here.”

“No need for apologies. This is your home, you are allowed to cry anywhere you wish.” He sat next to her, looking at her as if studying her. “But the question still stands: what makes a lion cry?”

“You know who I am.”

It wasn’t a question, but he answered anyways, “Everyone in all of Westeros knows who the Lannisters are. Even if I didn’t, your golden hair would have been a clue.”

(Y/N) had to break their eye contact because this handsome man was intimidating her. Not in a bad way. His looks were just making her feel tongue tied.

“It was nothing,” she said. “I apologize for disturbing your peace.”

“The little lion is surprising,” he commented. “She cries, she apologies. Very un-Lannister.”

“I am no Lannister. At least, not to my own siblings.”

A look of realization passed his face. “I believe I am starting to understand.”

Tears were forming in her eyes again. She couldn’t cry in front of this stranger. Not again. It was bad enough that he had already caught her once. Cersei would have her head if she found out that (Y/N) was making the family name seem weak.

“Would you like to go for a walk, little lion?” he asked.

His voice was quiet and soothing. If she didn’t know any better, (Y/N) would’ve thought he was mocking her. But one look told her he was being genuine. A walk through the garden definitely sounded like a good idea.

He offered her his arm and she took it. As they stood, he told her, “My name is Oberyn Martell, brother of Doran Martell.”

“The Prince of Doran,” (Y/N) said.

Oberyn smiled. “You know of my family too, then.”

“One must know all the families of Westeros, as not to let down their guard,” (Y/N) recited. “Or to not make a fool.”

She could see Oberyn look at her, but she wouldn't dare look back at him. Instead, she changed the subject, “You must be here for my nephew’s wedding.”

“I am. My brother was invited, but he was very busy, so I am taking his lace.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy your stay then.”

“I am already enjoying it.”

(Y/N) smiled, her face burning from the compliment.

She showed Oberyn around the garden, the two of them trading stories and getting to know each other. For a brief moment, (Y/N) was able to forget about everything. It was a brief moment of happiness and feeling like she was actually wanted.

They came to stand at a perch that overlooked the kingdom. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden he over everything. (Y/N) was acutely aware of Oberyn’s hand brushing against her own, but was trying not to focus too much on it. Oberyn’s presence was starting to make her feel dizzy, but not in a bad way. It was an intoxicating feeling. She never wanted it to end, but at the same time she was worried about making a fool of herself in front of him.

“This visit has already brought many surprises for me,” Oberyn said.

“How so?” (Y/N) asked.

“For one, I have found that not all Lannisters are as terrible as their reputation would have it. And two, I am finding myself enjoying time with a Lannister.”

He lifted her hand and brushed his lips against her knuckles. She drew in a shakey breath at the action. Oberyn’s deep brown eyes were watching her again. She hoped her legs would not give out from underneath her as she felt them growing weak.

“I have been enjoying my time with you as well, my Lord,” she said.

“Please, call me Oberyn. I am but a second son, not a Lord. Besides, I do not intend for these formalities between us to last long.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You are ambitious.”

“I am a man who knows what he wants, and it is seldom that I do not get what it is that I want.”

Her heart was beating so fast she thought she may pass out, or that Oberyn may hear it. She had never had a man tell her that he wanted her, and she realized she had never wanted someone so much either. In just a short period of time, Oberyn had managed to completely steal her heart. There was nothing in the world that could ruin this moment, or this connection.

What she didn’t realize was that her sister was watching the two of them from inside the castle.

~~~~~~

The sun was nearly completely set when Oberyn and (Y/N) finally parted ways. He had kissed her hand once more and told her he would come looking for her the next day. (Y/N) was so lightheaded that she practically floated back to her room. She was just about to enter her chambers when a voice asked, “Did you have a good evening with the Dornish prince?”

She turned quickly to see Cersei stood at the end of the long hall. Suddenly, everything came crashing back down to Earth around her.

“He is very lovely,” she responded. “I apologize that he kept me for so long. I did not intend to miss out on dinner.”

“It was lovely without you.”

(Y/N) winced. She put her hand back on her door, intending to escape into her room and hopefully salvage whatever good feelings she could from her time with Oberyn.

“I know you are not wise, (Y/N), but I truly hope you are not stupid enough to fall for Oberyn Martell.”

(Y/N) looked at her sister in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that he is not a man who settles for one woman. Everyone knows that he will fuck anything that walks - man or woman. He was already visiting the brothel here before his arrival.”

Her breathing began to increase. “I...I didn’t...”

“Oh my word,” Cersei breathed. “You have fallen for him, haven’t you?”

The tears were forming again. (Y/N) quickly blinked them away so that Cersei wouldn’t see. “He was treated me as if I was an actual person. That is more than I can say for anyone in this castle. I apologize if it makes me stupid because I was happy to feel wanted for once in my life.”

“He only made you feel that way so he could take your maidenhood,” Cersei retorted. “He will not make you a wife, he will make you a whore. And then he will return to Dorne while you are here, weeping over his departure even though you were the fool who fell for him. It will be left to me to pick up the pieces he left behind.”

Cersei was shaking her head as she turned to leave. (Y/N) was hoping that she could finally escape her sister’s cruelty for the night, but then Cersei paused to add, “I mean, really, (Y/N). Why would a prince of all people want to marry someone like you? The last born child, from a second marriage, who has not been wed by the time she reached her maturing age? You are pathetic.”

(Y/N) didn’t wait for Cersei to leave. She shoved into her room and slammed the door shut. Her tears began to fall before the door was fully closed. She didn’t even have the strength to make it to her bed this time. She collapsed into a heap against the door, burying her head in her skirts as she began to sob.

How could she be such a fool? How could she let herself believe that she had finally found someone who wanted her? That she might just escape from Cersei once and for all? What Cersei had said may have been cruel, but (Y/N) knew there must be some truth behind the words. There was nothing remarkable about (Y/N) that would draw in the attention of someone like Oberyn, unless he just wanted to try and get into her bed. He saw her at her weakest and he preyed on that, the same way that Cersei always had.

“Stupid,” (Y/N) whispered to herself through her tears. “You are stupid.”

A knock came at the door.

“Go away!” (Y/N) called through her tears. She wasn’t in the mood for anyone to see her like this, or to have to be humiliated further.

“It is me, little lion.”

She paused. How had he found her room? Why had he come for her? Surely he wasn’t about to try to get into her bed already.

Against her better judgement, she stood and opened the door. When he saw her tearstained face, Oberyn’s expression filled with sadness. He reached for her, and she allowed him to pull her into his embrace.

“I am so sorry you are treated this way,” he said.

“Did you hear?” she asked.

He nodded. “I will admit, I followed you once we had separated. I wanted to see if you would be intercepted by either of your siblings before you reached your room. I saw the Queen Regent approaching, so I kept a distance to hear what she would say to you.”

“Then you heard what she told me about you.”

(Y/N) pulled away from Oberyn. She knew she shouldn’t listen to anything Cersei said, but she couldn’t help that her sister’s words had once against gotten to her.

“I did,” Oberyn confirmed.

“And is it true?”

“It is true that I went to a brothel before I arrived at the castle. It is true that I enjoy intimacy from anyone who is willing to give it to me, regardless of gender. But it is not true that I was only kind to you to try and take your maidenhood. What I said in the garden, I meant it.”

“Why?” (Y/N) asked. “Why would you want me? Out of all the beautiful women that I am sure you have seen, both noble and not, why is it me that you desire for?”

He cupped her face. He wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumbs as he looked down at her. “Because I believe you to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

(Y/N) scoffed, but Oberyn said, “It is true. From the moment I saw you in the garden, weeping over what I am sure was another verbal lashing from your sister, I was taken by your beauty. You are a beautiful woman, both inside and out. I am completely taken by you, (Y/N), and it upsets me greatly that you are made to think that you do not deserve that kind of love.”

She wanted to be happy by what Oberyn was saying. She did believe him. She could see the sincerity in his eyes. But knowing that Oberyn was taken by her that much just made her heart ache more, because she knew that they would never be allowed to be together.

“Cersei will never approve,” she said. “She will not let me marry and escape this place. If you show any interest in me, or voice that you want me to be your wife, she will deny it.”

“Then I will take you away from here.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

Oberyn looked over his shoulder to be sure no one was around. (Y/N) stepped back into her room and motioned for him to follow. She closed her door, giving them some privacy to speak freely.

“She cannot stop me if I take you before she realizes you are gone,” he said. “We can leave after the king’s wedding and return to Dorne immediately. She cannot stop you once you’ve already gone, and if she tries then you will have an army of Dornish men waiting to defend you. Myself included.”

“How will we get my things out of here before she can stop us?” (Y/N) asked, glancing around her room.

“Pack what is essential,” Oberyn told her. “Just one bag of essential things. Whatever you cannot fit I will replace once we return to Dorne. We can put it in my carriage before the wedding, and once it all ends we will leave immediately. I did not intend to stay long after the ceremony anyways, so it will not seem suspicious if I take my leave so quickly.”

Tyrion’s words were playing in (Y/N)’s head. “The only way you will ever marry is if you manage to find someone who will take you away.” She had thought for so long that it was an unreachable desire to find someone who would want to take her away. She almost wanted to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming.

“You would really do that for me?” she asked.

“Of course I would, my little lion,” he said. “You do not deserve the life that you are living here. Even if you do not want me, I will still take you away and let you live a happier life.”

“I want you,” she whispered, almost worried that saying it out loud would make everything fall apart.

But Oberyn heard her, and he smiled. “When we are in Dorne, I will court you as I should, then I will make you my wife.”

(Y/N) couldn’t find the words to say how much she wanted that. She just smiled, then leaned into Oberyn’s embrace. She mentally counted the days until she could be free from her prison, but then decided not to think of how long till it would happen. Instead, she focused on what she was going to have after she had finally gotten out of there.

Oberyn.

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ensnapemysenses · 6 months

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Imagine Sirius's have a younger sister who finds sister HOT! Like practically drooling over him during every meeting and Severus being unaware because let's face it he can be oblivious to affection. Everyone finds it hilarious but Sirius is one word away from flipping out. -L

L, I know you sent this so long ago but I've been working on it and I FINALLY finished it! Not my best work but at least it's something! And yes I just had to make a little reference to Snupin

Warning: cursing, mentions of sex but nothing too explicit, some brotherly angst from Sirius, glimpse of dom Snape, not proofread

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” Sirius snarled, teeth bared. “I don’t understand what you see in that treacherous fiend.” His dark eyes flickered yellow as they trailed after the greasy-haired man until he was out of sight.

The Order meeting hadn’t even started yet but hostility was on the rise. It was in the air, present in the guests' little huffs and puffs, and even in the bare bones of the house itself. Interwoven with its rich and equally dark history the Black family manor wasn’t a welcoming place to be. The dimly lit and depressing atmosphere seemed to have a grip on everyone who had the privilege to cautiously open its doors.

“Meetings about to start. You finish up in here and I’ll go on ahead,” you huffed, slamming down the bowl of snacks you’d been preparing and pushing past him in pursuit of the man who had left the room before you, Severus Snape.

Sirius absolutely despised Severus and no amount of sibling love between the two of you could dissipate the anger that only blossomed when they were close. It was odd really, whenever they seemed to catch wind of the other, the two men were immediately at each other's throats. Feral, raw anger pulsed through their veins with a mere glance. In fact, his hatred of the reclusive potions professor with the sharp tongue was so severe that you were convinced he would one day lose it and Avada Kedavra him on the spot. He’d gotten the first part of the spell out of his mouth with the second on the tip of his tongue far too many times than you’d like only to stop short by your pleading. No matter how much the two of you fought, you couldn’t lose your brother to Azkaban again. Not after finding out he was innocent.

Sirius’s feelings about Severus did nothing to dissuade your own. This was one fight among siblings that you were willing to put up with. With his deep voice and mysterious existence you couldn’t help but be drawn to Severus no matter how much your big brother pleaded with you to leave him alone. Severus was terrible news. And as a confirmed death eater, you couldn’t argue with his warnings but you didn’t care. Dumbledore, Molly, and even Remus were convinced of his true motives in taking down the one whom he had once called master and that was enough for you.

Though he sat silently apart from the brief moment when he had to report on what the death eaters were up to, your eyes rarely left his dark-clothed and lithe frame. He didn’t seem to notice though, his eyes stayed trained on whoever was speaking at the moment and his toes never left contact with the floor as if he were bracing himself to sprint out the door at a moment's notice. He always did that, bolted out the door the second the meeting ended, and you’d barely been able to say a word to him much less get him alone.

“Eyes on the prize, eh? You’ve rarely looked elsewhere,” Remus chuckled, nudging your arm. Since he was one of Sirius’s best friends, Remus was kind of like an older brother to you and you knew all too well that he thought you having a liking for Severus was hilarious. “You know Severus and I hooked up while in school a few times. I can give you a few pointers.”

“Remus! Stop it! I know you’re lying!”

“Ask him yourself,” he replied smugly. Remus shrugged and with a smirk diverted his attention back to the meeting.

“Quiet down with the chatter,” Sirius commanded, jumping to his feet and pacing around the room. “Now, unless anyone has anything of value left to add, I say this meeting is over. You will all receive details about the next one as soon as it is decided.”

“Catch that mouse before he scrambles away,” Remus chuckled. “Go on now! He will be out that door in no time.”

Sure enough, Severus had his hand on the doorknob by the time you caught up with him. He jolted in place at your sudden appearance next to him.

“May I have a word with you?”

“I must be going the Dark Lord…”

“He is surely aware of your current status at an Order meeting, Severus. A few extra moments will go unnoticed and could help you live up to your reputation.”

“Ah Severus, off so soon?” Sirius asked, sauntering between the both of you and throwing his arm over you. “Not bugging my sister are you?”

“He will be off as soon as I have a word with him… in private.”

“That’s not necessary,” he said moving to the side as Tonks let out a curse when she tripped over the rug on the way out the door. “Let’s move away from this crowded area, shall we?”

“Black, your presence is not required,” Severus warned. “Your sister asked to speak to me and me alone.”

“I think that whatever my sister has to say to you she can also say in my presence. Right, sis?” he hissed.

“Fuck off, Sirius,” you scoffed. “Severus, would you mind stepping upstairs to my room where it’s a bit quieter?”

“Lead the way,” he said, his cheeks turning a profuse shade of red. You thought it was quite cute to see him flustered as you escorted him to your room.

“So,” you started sitting down on the edge of your bed. Severus took the chair, sitting on the edge waiting for the torture of forced socialization to end. “Remus told me…”

“Don’t,” he snapped. “I don’t care what that lunatic said —”

“So you did fuck him, huh?” you giggled, coming to rest on your knees before him. You couldn’t help but smile when he shifted unconsciously closer to you. “How do you fuck Severus? Are you a needy little bitch? Do you whine and beg?”

“I’ll show you just how I fuck,” he hissed, his eyes darkening.

You couldn’t walk for a week after he was done with you and Sirius, having enchanted your room, heard every single thing. He hasn’t spoken to you since but you don’t care all you can think about is Severus fucking you again.

And Severus? He thought the whole thing was splendid and has every intention of fucking you after the next Order meeting. You're his little toy now.

#ensnapemysenses #severus snape #snape x reader #severus snape x reader #severus snape smut #snape x reader smut #L anon

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tinkerbelle05 · 1 year

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Okay but imagine Battinson driving to Kansa for a Batman case and then he just gets lost. Like yea, he traveled for years for training and all but he was mainly focused on the training aspect, not sightseeing. And to make matters worst (because if something can go wrong, with Bruce it most certainly will) he has a busted tire with no tools in sight to fix it.

“Um, excuse me, sir?” Bruce heard a young boy’s voice call out to him. It was two of them, they looked like carbon copies of each other so they must be siblings. Though to Bruce, they looked more like the time laps of a boy who hit a punk phase in his teen years.

This wasn’t exactly a busy street and in his 2 hours of being stuck here, Bruce had only seen 2 cars pass by. He wondered where these kids came from.

He puts on the “Brucie” mask and grinned, “Hello, is there anything you need fellas?”

He knew that Brucie Wayne was widely known throughout the US. He cannot let down his guard and let his cover blow, even if it’s just children who realistically probably had no interest in socialites from a different state.

The light of recognition and surprised hits the older boy's face and he exclaimed, “Your Bruce Wayne?!”

Knew it.

“Yes, I am. And what are y’all’s names?” He made sure to keep his voice light and his smile friendly and open.

“Um..that’s my brother, Jon, and my name’s Conner.” He stammered out. “We noticed that you weren’t moving and wanted to help.”

That was rather nice of the two boys but incredibly naive and unsafe. This could’ve easily been a ruse to lure in unsuspecting people who are too kind. But maybe that’s just the Gothamite in him speaking, you learn early on not to trust strangers, especially those who are being nice to you.

“Yea!” Jon excitedly confirmed and he looked over at Bruce’s car. “It seems like the front tire is busted. Conner can patch it up, he’s pretty good at this kinda stuff.”

It was Bruce’s turn to be surprised now. The boys were both now beaming at him, eager, and the desire to help written clearly on both of their faces. Even though Conner, did not look at all confident in his skills. But Bruce did need the help so he nodded.

While Conner was busy looking over the tire, Jon stayed behind to ask Bruce some questions. Some were getting pretty weird and into the dating part of his life. The boy would ask, “Are you single, sir?”

And before Bruce had the chance to answer, he’d give him another one and another one. He caught all of them of course and was getting ready to deflect. But then he saw the puppy smile and the little dimples. He wondered if the boy’s parents had this much trouble saying no to him.

He caved and answered yes to all of the questions but honestly, he never considered dating an option. He had many roles to fill and even more, secrets to keep that having a romantic partner seemed too out of reach for him to even entertain things like types or preferences.

“Would you date a divorced person with kids?” Jon asked with slight hope in his blue eyes. That was a rather odd and specific question.

What would Brucie say in this situation? What would Bruce say? Well, he had multiple kids at home so refusing someone else for having their own would be strange of him. “No, I would not mind.”

“That’s great,” came his reply.

“Um, Mr. Wayne, you wouldn’t mind if I called my Pa then? The tire needs to be replaced and he’s better than me when it comes to that part. I would also hate to accidentally mess up your car.” Conner told him and Bruce nodded once again.

A few moments later as Bruce and the boys converse in small talk, he saw a vibrant red pickup pulled up beside them and saw a god walk out. Tall and sun-kissed skin with waves of black hair and cornflower blue eyes. He was beautiful, there was nothing much to it.

“Hello there! My son called, said you needed some help with your car?”

All Bruce could do was nod and move out of the way so the man could work. He was used to feeling tongue-tied, gals he didn’t want to attend, and board meetings that could have easily been an email. But those were situations, not a singular person.

He looked up from his kneeling position-why the sun shine on him like that?- and introduced himself, “By the way, name’s Clark Kent. Let's see what we're working with here.” And then returned to his work.

Bruce nodded once again and the sounds of giggling children could be heard. They were giving their Dad encouragement.

It was much needed too, Clark looked like a fish out of water. Bruce knew how to replace the tire, he just didn't have any tools or a spare tire with him. Which was foolish of him, he knows. But he couldn't really think right now, with Clark in front of him. Plus, he didn't want to overstep Clark, maybe he had a process.

(Yes, a process that included staring at the tire and the spare he brought in his truck.)

After a very long 3 hours, Clark got the tire securely on and with no chance of falling off, as it did the last 3 times before.

Bruce cleared his throat, “Thank you, Mr. Kent.”

He flounders for a “your welcome” and then silence as they both stare at each other. “Would you like to go eat at a diner? It's rather hot so an ac and a cool drink might stop you from catching a heat stroke.”

Bruce thinks this over and nods, “Yes, that would be nice. What about your kids?”

Clark’s eyes made their way to them and before he gave an answer, Conner beat him to it.

“Oh, don't worry about us, Mr. Wayne. I got my driver’s license so I’ll drive us back home in Dad’s pickup. Let’s go, Jon.” The boy flashes his driver’s license for both men to see.

“Okay, get home safe, and re-“

“Yes, yes, we will remember to call you,” Jon says dismissively. He comes closer to give his father a hug (how cute, Bruce thinks) and whispers something.

Bruce couldn't catch what was said with Jon’s quiet voice and his head facing away. But whatever it was turned Clark into a blushing mess.

“Yes, I will. Off you go now.” Clark pushes his son into the direction of the pickup and turns to Bruce. “Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.” Bruce says getting to the car. “I’ll pay for dinner, as a thank you. This is non-negotiable, Clark.”

He chuckles, “Okay, fine. But I get to drive then. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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amorhedera6 · 5 months

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i have so many thoughts about paulkins kids. there are many options, and lucky for us, we know that paulkins exist in every universe.

in one, when paul and emma aren’t yet dating but are “intimate” emma misses her period. she goes to a doctor and gets confirmation. she panics because she and paul aren’t serious yet, but she realizes how happy the idea of having a family with him makes her. they have a daughter, addison jane perkins-matthews, that everyone calls a.j. she has emma’s hair and paul’s blue eyes, and she loves to swim.

in another universe, they don’t have a kid until they’ve been married for a few years. it took them a while to get there, with emma wanting to take things slowly and paul waiting for her no matter what, but he takes her name and they become the perkins’. when they have their son, they name him matthew after paul’s family. he’s got paul’s lighter brown hair and his blue eyes, but he still manages to look more like emma. he was made for the kitchen, and loves loves loves cooking and baking.

there’s another universe where emma and paul have twins girls, elizabeth and olivia. the two could not be more polar opposites, with lizzie being less feminine, loving soccer and sports, and livvy being so extremely femining, wanting to be a fashion designer, but they are always there for each other. the two love each other and always manage to support each other’s passions.

in another universe, they have a family of five, brianna, christopher, and freddie. bri is an artist, always painting and drawing. christopher loves to dance, and to paul’s horror joins theatre in high school. paul learns to love performances when it’s his son, seeing the joy and determination in his face. freddie loves to read, will devour a book so quickly it’s actually a little frightening. paul and emma watch their kids fight across the dining table and smile fondly.

sometimes, they don’t have kids at all. emma’s commitment issues making her hesitate, or her issues with her own parents (which i am headcannoning). maybe paul, who only ever says “kids, someday, maybe” decides he only ever felt pressured into wanting kids. sometimes only one doesn’t want kids, sometimes both, but either way they always respect it.

sometimes they take too long. paul pines for years, emma doesn’t want to label it, and by the time they’re ready, they’re told emma can’t have kids.

there’s a universe where they keep a foster home, their house a revolving door for kids who need a place to stay. they look out for each and every one of them, giving them a place to feel safe and good people to look up to.

there’s a universe where they adopt a pair of siblings who lost their parents too young, the older maddison always having to look out for her little brother michael. maddie never had time to have a hobby, or a passion, but in their safe space she can admit to herself that she wants to be a filmmaker. mike adores his older sister, and loves to play the guitar.

in one universe, they adopt a toddler who was mistreated by his guardians. harry took a while to warm up to them because of this, but they helped him adjust and recuperate and grow from it all. he grew up to be a botanist, loving learning about biology from his figurative grandpa hidgens.

basically, i just want and need happy ending paulkins who have a happy domestic little life and shit.

#starkid #hatchetfield #paulkins #paul matthews #emma perkins #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #black friday #bf #nightmare time #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #forever and always #professor hidgens #henry hidgens #im not apologizing #i needed to get this out or it was gonna keep rattling around in my brain forever #but just know that aj and matt are my favorites #The Rambles

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blues824 · 1 year

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Hello may I request twisted wonderland 1st years reacting to ciel! g/n reader calling Sebastian to fight overblots?

Yes you can! Btw, Ciel is 13 I believe, so reader will be 13 and all of this will be platonic.

Ace Trappola

You were always very rude to him, especially when he ran his mouth longer than he should have. Plus, you never covered for him. How could you have this much audacity? To be fair, you were 13. Ouch, you just slapped him for making that comment.

You eventually get closer through the unbirthday parties and bond over some tea. He always pours it for you and makes sure you get some sweets. However, he likes to act as your older brother and doesn’t allow you to have too many sweets. You act like you’re constantly annoyed by him, but you actually are fond of the idea of having a ‘normal’ sibling for once.

When Riddle overblots, his first instinct is to protect you. You, however, had a smirk on your face. It made Ace think that you had seen this coming and were prepared for it. You whispered, “Sebastian, I am here.” The first year was about to ask what you said when a demon appeared out of nowhere and started fighting Riddle.

You sat on a chair, crossing one leg over the other while propping your head up with your arm on the chair’s arm. You had a devious smile on your face, and in the matter of a few seconds the demon was right by your side again and Riddle was on the ground. Ace, trembling, asked the question, “who are you and how did you do that?” to the demon.

You and the demon had similar expressions. He responded with, “I am the butler of the Phantomhive household. These types of things are within my repertoire. I am one hell of a butler after all.” Welp, Ace is now out cold on the ground. Congratulations.

Deuce Spade

Mans would probably ask you for help on his homework. You’ve been in Twisted Wonderland for a very short time and you still knew more about the material than he did. He was struggling for real. You didn’t have a problem with it, as long as he didn’t belittle you for being so young like Tweedle-Dumb (Ace) did often.

You actually become close very quickly. Again, he acts as a very protective older brother. He will make sure that you know your way around, that you have an inhaler on your person, and that you always have your cane to help you around. If anyone makes fun of you for it, he will gladly give them a knuckle sandwich.

When Riddle overblots, he goes to pull you behind him. What he doesn’t notice is that you go back even further, grab a chair, and sit down gracefully as you watch the chaos unfold. If Deuce had looked back, he would have been reminded of a king on his throne by the way you were sitting.

You had a confident smirk as you whispered Sebastian’s name. Said demon emerged out of thin air and greeted you calmly. The entire battle was paused out of pure shock. After serving you a cup of tea, your butler grabbed a few silver utensils off the tables and threw them at the overblotted victim.

Within a few seconds, Riddle was defeated. Sebastian had to introduce himself to everyone, and Deuce was just shocked. Since when have you made a deal with a demon?? You explained that you had made a deal with your current butler so that he would help you find whoever killed your parents in exchange for your soul. A 13 year old had to go through so much?

Jack Howl

You both didn’t get to really know each other until you figured out that Leona and Ruggie were the ones sabotaging the other teams and getting their star players injured. You brought your suspicions to Jack, and he confirmed them.

Alongside each other, you both worked to spoil the lion and hyena’s plans. However, everything went downhill. Diasomnia was in the lead by a multitude of points, and Savanaclaw was in second place. That pissed Leona off, to say the least.

When Leona overblots, Jack’s first response is to jump in front of you since you had no magic. However, you shook your head in pure amusement and whispered something to yourself. He was about to ask you to repeat yourself when he saw a silhouette in the sky, going straight for his Housewarden.

Once the lion was defeated, Sebastian (the silhouette) introduced himself properly after making a small scene about forgetting his manners. The expression on your face made it seem like this was normal to you, and that was very concerning to Jack. This guy even smelled shady, but you made a deal with him anyway?

From then on, the three of you got closer as a ‘friend’ group. You didn’t really put a label on your unexpected friendship, you were more acquaintances that would call upon each other for help. Plus, you both are the only ones at NRC with common sense, so have fun!

Epel Felmier

You didn’t get the chance to become close, but you both related to each other. You both were constantly called ‘adorable’ and it pissed the both of you off. However, you had a more sophisticated approach, while Epel always solved the problem with his fists.

You are invited to Pomefiore from time to time, so that is how you grew closer to Epel. You were a positive influence on him, deemed so by Vil himself. You knew how to act elegantly and like a person of status, so the Housewarden was glad to have you around.

When Vil overblots, Epel is scared. He has never witnessed this and had to face it in person. However, you seemed to be confident. In fact, you sat yourself in Vil’s throne and whispered the name Sebastian Michaelis while reaching up and taking off your eye patch. The purple-haired first year is very confused until he sees a figure packing Vil up like he was taking him on vacation.

Within a few moments, Vil was on the ground and the figure was making sure you were alright and unscathed. Epel came over and asked who the heck he was, at which you rolled your eyes and Sebastian ‘smiled’ and gave his classic and iconic introduction.

You made a deal with a demon?? Oh, hell no. He has seen too many horror movies for this. You, however, being as smart as you are, assured Epel that it was a very fair deal. You only wanted to catch your parents’ killers and Sebastian would get your soul. Like Ace, he faints out of shock.

Sebek Zigvolt

How did Crowley think letting in a literal child was a good idea? Let’s not forget about the fact that you don’t have magic either. You were also sickly. It’s literally the worst case scenario for you. The amount of times you have had shouting matches with each other is unfathomable.

He is that annoying older sibling who leaves the door open, and you can’t tell me any differently. He acts like he’s the boss simply because he’s older, until he realizes that your wit rivals even Malleus’s. Even Lilia has a hard time competing against you. That’s when it clicks: maybe you weren’t totally horrible…

When Leona overblotted, he was there on the field with everyone else. He spotted you standing still in the midst of people much bigger than you running past you. You took a seat on a nearby bench that was on the field and whispered something. The half-fae was too far away to hear what you had said, but he can see the smirk you had.

Within a few moments, Leona was brought to his knees and a man dressed in a suit was standing above the overblot victim. Sebek was just shocked. Then, you called out to the man (who he now learned is Sebastian) and you talked to him as though he were an employee.

Sebek walked over and asked who or what the guy standing next to you was. After Sebastian’s magnificent introduction, you explained that he was a demon that you had employed under a Faustian contract. You even removed your eye patch to show the mark. The poor crocodile was on the verge of fainting.

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hanafubukki · 6 months

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😈anon here and wow there's been a lot of new content for the ot3, bless you all fellow anons and also miss Hana.

I had a weird thought but if MC does end up getting pregnant with either Lilia or dawny's kid (one or two more? Who knows) after MC comes back from time travel, I feel like Silver would have a very big age gap with his potential younger siblings.

Technically, Silver is 417 years old from his time travel stasis, right?

Even if Silver was put to sleep along with dawny, he already had a huge age gap difference, I think?

Also any of the kids MC had with Lilia may potentially outlive Silver and Dawny since they're half fae and can potentially live longer than humans despite their half-blood.

This ended up being unexpectedly angsty but... I thought it would be funny and interesting to see everyone count the ages.

[Masterlist]

Hello 😈 Anonie,

Welcome back! Hope you are enjoying the OT3 offerings ☺️💞

To answer your question, I think it depends how we would consider Silver’s age. Even in canon, though he is technically 417 years old, he hasn’t “lived” those years. His body was basically frozen. So he’s 17, and in this case, it would still apply the same here (if we go the somewhat canon route).

If YN did have children again, it would still be a pretty big gap of 17 years (or more, depending) between them and Silver. If YN had children will Lilia, then yes, there’s a potential of them living past Dawn and Silver 😔

From what we can assume with Sebek, they will grow normally, and maybe in the future their growth will slower at maturity. There’s no confirmation, but given all the stories I read with this type of pairing, that’s usually what happens.

While it might be painful to see loved ones pass, at least the children won’t be alone. They’ll still have family to be their rocks and support them through hard times.

And as someone who loves the reincarnation/soulmate trope, well, it’s a matter of time before a reunion happens isn’t it?

The most hilarious part would be, how do they count the ages? Because at this point: Malleus has lived longer and is older, Silver if we count his sleeping years is in the 400s, Dawn would be older as well and then even YN would technically be double their age (or more), so the true baby in the family is Sebek 🤣🤣 Poor Sebek, he might be tall but he’s the baby.

I can just see the first years making fun of Sebek this way too, but specially when he’s being his fun old self.

Ace: Ooohhh, are you going to talk that way to YN?

YN: Yeah, Sebek. Shouldn’t you be nicer to your elders?

Sebek: -internally confused and screaming-

#answered #anonie ask #🌺😈Anon🌺#twst knight of dawn x reader x lilia vanrouge

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foggyworksbutbetter · 9 months

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so the new jnj short revealed that numbers can add together to create their sum. it also confirmed that higher numbers have a higher social status in algebralian society. ten and fifteen are revered by the lower numbers like you would older siblings, though all the numbers below ten, and x, treat each other the same no matter their value. two is an outlier, but they’ve got their own thing going on.

the reason i say that the new short 100% confirmed this is because with ten you could make the argument that they are looked up to because they are just a really good person. they save cats (and seven) from trees, they hang out with eight, and stood in the subcount without complaint. fifteen is a lot different. she’s rude, violent, and reserved. she’s been withdrawn from algebralian society for an undisclosed amount of time. they have no reason to like her, yet when six and nine masquerade as her they are met with a very warm welcome. this pretty much proves that higher numbers are looked up to by lower ones. i also theorized that lower numbers are looked down upon by higher ones as a reason for why two is estranged from the other algebralians, but as of now there isn’t any evidence for this.

this new short also revealed that algebralians can add together with the presence of a plus sign. this was shown in xfohv, and also in bfb when they multiplied four and donut (zero), but what made this different is that the sum of their numbers not only combined their physical appearances but also put both of their consciouses into the same body. very similar to yin-yang in ii, nine and six each had control over half of fifteen. honestly, it reminded me a lot of how fusion in steven universe works, the biggest difference being that it’s two people in one body as opposed to one, independent being. like steven universe, however, six and nine split apart when they begin to fight and disagree, showing that algebralian addition is not permanent, fortunately.

i am concerned with the future of the number playground chronicles since they seemingly won’t be making any more “thanks for” shorts. i would be surprised if they didn’t continue them since they’re so popular, but i guess we’ll see what happens from here.

#FUSION IS JUST A CHEAP TACTIC TO MAKE LOW NUMBERS HIGHER #i should draw them as gems omg #bfdi #osc #bfb #tpot #algebralian #jacknjellify #nine bfb #xfohv #battle for bfdi

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ceescedasticity · 2 months

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Unforsaken, 11d

(All sections on tumblr)

(AO3, lagging behind but more polished)

While Glorfindel talks further to Eluréd-and-Elurín/Alphsîr-and-Alphlîn and Celeborn hovers awkwardly to the side, everyone else finishes setting up camp and tries not to gossip too obviously.

A top matter of discussion is why Eluréd and Elurín are using different names.

Risyind figures they wanted to use different names to suit the different lives they were taking.

Khitwê suggests they might have thought someone would react to the "Elu" negatively, as he gathers their namesake is somewhat… contentious?

Legolas says Thingol isn't that contentious… but if they didn't want history and politics following them everywhere, well…

Zuste says she was just assuming they couldn't remember their original names.

Oh right peredhil may not experience elvish clarity of childhood memory.

Elladan and Elrohir (and Arwen) actually have very elf-typical early childhood memories, or at least feel like they do. How much that's organic and how much that was helped along by family and community patching up any holes is impossible to say at this point.

Which is to say, both Celeborn and Glorfindel know about the peredhil childhood memory thing, but they don't know know about it. It may not have occurred to them. Elladan figures someone should probably remind them later.

(Sharlinnu thinks automatically forgetting infancy sounds like a pretty good deal at this point but elects not to bring it up and inevitably derail the conversation.)

Gimli as well as the Hirnedhrim had no idea that elves did remember their infancies. Gimli and Zena would like to be able to remember; Zuste and Dyn would not.

"—And I'm surprised you do, Zena. What are you expecting to remember that you would want to?"

"Maybe I want to know if Dielina is telling the truth about baby you biting everyone you met."

(Dielina is five years older than Zena, who is three years older than Zuste. The goblin-men of Dunland mostly came in runs like that — three to eight inside a decade or two, then longer gaps. …While the Fair Orc was busy being dead, apparently.) (There were, of course, a number of older yet siblings around to raise them, at the time. They're just all dead now.)

Elladan steers the conversation onto safer (if irrelevant) ground by starting to recount all the biting Dúnedain children he had Elrohir have met over the centuries.

(The Sons of Fëanor do not say anything.)

(In addition to not wanting to attract attention, Celegorm really doesn't have anything to say.)

(Maglor knows knows about the peredhil childhood memory thing, having been witness to Elrond and Elros realizing they had lost things. They tried not to make a big deal out of it, especially in front of him, but. He knows knows.)

(He also knows that two small children focused on each other will not, necessarily, use each other's names enough to be well reminded of them.)

(Maglor is quite sure they don't remember whose name was whose.)

(He is saying nothing.)

*****

Elladan and Elrohir make the nightly palantír-call to Arwen as quietly and unobtrusively as they can, and report the confirmed arrival of their great-uncles. Swan-uncles.

"They don't seem to want to talk to anyone right now," Elrohir says.

"They don't seem to particularly want to be here," Elladan adds. "I don't think they would have come if Caraxitári — the Queen of the Geese — hadn't pushed them to."

"I think she's hoping they'll… re-acclimate?" Arwen offers.

(Re-imprint. The Queen of the Geese is hoping they'll re-imprint on the correct species.)

"I'm not sure whether there's any chance of that if they don't want to…"

When the conversation dies down, Gimli comes over to see if he can talk to Aragorn for a few minutes. He needs to share Celeborn not only calling Gimli a 'hero of the last war' but calling Gimli's people 'staunch allies'.

"Did he mean my people at Aglon? Erebor? The Line of Durin? Longbeards? He can't have meant all dwarves—"

"Honestly I think he was probably just trying to emphasize that they could trust you specifically…"

Meanwhile Zena is, by popular Zuste and Dyn's request, retelling the story of That Time Four Of Our Siblings Went Up To Those Marshes Where The Border-River Meets The Greyflood And Had A Survival Horror Experience Involving The Local Swans.

****

Glorfindel gets as far as showing Alphsîr and Alphlîn what it looks like when he gathers his power in order to apply it. He's starting to talk them through the process when one of the Geese circles overhead.

"That's Caraxitári," Alphsîr says. "She means it's time for us to sleep."

He still sounds very stiff and awkward but that is definitely disgruntlement.

"If you're living like swans that does make sense?" Celeborn offers. "Would you like to overnight here, or return to the Geese?"

"…We'll stay," Alphsîr says finally.

They turn back into swans, and settle themselves in the grass.

After a while they fall asleep.

Celeborn sits down right where he was standing. "What's the strongest thing we have to drink?"

Glorfindel: "…Sorry, but we didn't think this was the sort of journey that would allow for alcoholic indulgences."

Glorfindel is not saying: Also you and Maglor between you have polished off at least half of Imladris's remaining liquor stores since this whole thing started and I might want some of that at some point, did you ever think about that!

Celeborn: "Legolas Thranduilion. Do you or do you not have a few skins of Mirkwood moonshine somewhere in your baggage."

Legolas: had not realized Celeborn knows about that

Glorfindel: "If you're hung over tomorrow I'm not explaining it to the twins. Either twins."

#a tolkien tag #orc bank #orc bank unforsaken

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lokislittlelad · 1 year

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I thank Nora everyday for confirming that Andrew is the older twin before disappearing. Because what about Andrew doesn't scream older? It just makes sense and I can't have people questioning it. Like what do you mean the protective streak doesn't vibe 'older sibling'? I can write down a whole list of reasons but to be concise, here's three. Andrew is the rich twin, he has knives (he has probably chased Aaron around with a knife), and he has assumed the role of protector in Aaron's life. Do I need to explain? No, Noras on my side too so it doesn't matter

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cinnamoncitric · 1 year

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It all starts with Robin.

In truth, if one might get technical, it starts with Billy Hargrove. Then, in due time, it restarts with Russian spies and a fortress underneath a mall. But neither of the parties was there for the result, so: in all the ways that matter, which is to say, in all the ways that help, it starts with Robin.

In all things Steve Harrington, there are two authorities other than the man himself, and, though he has known him longer, she doesn't think Dustin has noticed. Steve himself doesn't like to talk about it, has only ever opened up to her on the subject under scrutiny and prodding. But avoidance doesn't change the fact: Steve's hearing has suffered.

He tells her this exactly once, both sitting side by side on the bed in his room. He says it looking down, ashamed, one hand tightly pulling at his hair, the other holding Robin's in a tight knuckled grip. His voice is small. He does his best to suffocate the anguish and the fear that flood it when he says, What if it gets worse?

There's no reason to believe it will, for now. At least, that's what the doctor tells them once she bullies Steve into a visit. As long as there are no other injuries, no other blows to the head, he isn't in danger.

But the thing is, there might be. That's just the life they lead – never knowing if the danger is truly over. So Robin sits her ass down and picks up a book on sign language because she knows he'd never do it on his own.

Come on, she tells him, months of secret classes in Indy later. I'll teach you. We can just use it to talk in secret in front of everyone whenever we want to.

Which is, of course, not how it goes down. They go maybe a month into sneaking awkward signs behind everyone's back until Dustin gets wind of it. And when child prodigy Dustin Henderson decides he wants in, there's not much they can do to stop him. And he gets all the other genius gremlins to do it, too. Imagine how useful it would be to communicate without alerting demogorgons, he tells them, when Steve explains he doesn't want to talk about the real reason for it. They all figure it out anyway.

Mike learns it like he'd much rather not. His only argument for doing it is that it might be good for his college application and that Nancy took an interest in it and is now forcing him to learn with her as "sibling bonding."

Will is shy, Lucas is earnest, El is curious. By some point, all of them pick it up. All the older kids, all of the adults – Hopper, Joyce, Murray, Claudia Henderson – and Steve feels like he could cry. They all took the time and effort to learn a whole different language, just for him.

He does cry, and it's all because of one Max Mayfield.

Hey, loser, she calls out one day when the two of them are waiting for the others, searching for him with her cane so she can stand in his direction. Are you looking at me?

Steve twists so that's she's perfectly in his line of view and then confirms.

Good, Max says in sign with a shit-eating grin, pose triumphant, Guess what I fucking learned how to do.

Just like that, there are tears streaming down his face. He tries his best to control his breathing while Max goes on.

Lucas showed me, she continues in sign. It was a pain in the ass because he had to keep moving my hands himself every time I got it wrong, but I wasn't about to let you guys have one over me.

When he doesn't answer, when he can't answer due to the huge lump stuck on his throat and the tears streaming silently down his face, she pauses. Then starts again, this time out loud, Hey, you know you have to speak to the blind girl, though, right? I can't see your hands.

Steve laughs wetly. Shut up. Language, Mayfield.

She laughs at the unintentional pun. Yeah, language. Oh, man. Are you crying?

Shut up, Steve says again. I'm gonna hug you now, okay?

She huffs. Sure, if it's to get it out of your system.

#platonic with a capital p #stranger things #steve harrington #hoh steve harrington #the party learns asl for steve #i can imagine they spend HOURS arguing about what sings they're going to make up for the upside down stuff #and for the signs they're gonna use for themselves #the party #robin buckley #platonic stobin #deaf steve harrington #deaf!steve harrington #steve harrington is hoh #steve harrington is deaf

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fuck-customers · 9 months

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Work at a shoe store, and shoe sizes can apparently be very confusing for some people.

This one family comes in with three kids and the oldest and middle kids get Dr. Martens (why anyone would buy docs for their kids is beyond me, but I work in a bougie area so *shrug*). Then it's the youngest kid's turn to get shoes and she wants docs too, so I bring out the size she asked for which fit fine. Then her dad told me to get a size smaller. Sure. Why not. It's a busy Saturday and the store is packed full of families with kids messing up our displays, but sure let me grab a size that I KNOW won't work for your kid. What a shock! They don't fit! Wow who would have thought! I tell the dad that the first size she tried fit fine, but he doesn't want to hear it. When I ring them up, only the older two kids got their shoes. And it wasn't a matter of affording them because the guy paid with $100 bills! I just don't understand the logic behind that. Like imagine being that girl with her two older siblings getting new shoes and she didn't? I just???

A few days later this lady comes in and asks for a pair of Converse in a child's 6 because the kid's shoes are cheaper than the adult sizes. I ask if she means toddler 6 or child 6, and she confirms she wants a child 6. I tell her that kid's Converse only go up to a 3 and then start adult sizes at a 3.5. She still asks if we have Converse in a child 6. I repeat that the Converse literally do not go that high for kids. If she wants a child 6 she could get a New Balance or Adidas. She wants the Converse. I finally give up and go back to grab the pair she wants.

Little life hack: child sizes are the same as men's sizes in America so a kid's 4 is the same as a men's 4 which is also a women's 6. I don't know why it's like that, but it is.

Anyway I grab a men's 6 and a women's 6 to show her the difference and try to explain to her how the sizes work. She fits the women's 6 fine and asks AGAIN if it's a kid's shoe. I repeat yet again: No. It is not. She finally gets the hint and looks for an adult sized shoe that's just on sale. Except she doesn't because she brings me a Steve Madden shoe and asks if it comes in kid's sizes. They literally do not. We have no Steve Madden shoes for kids. She goes back to the Converse and gets a shoe that we actually have in her size and she can finally get out of my hair.

Not the worst customers I've ever had, but probably some of the most baffling I've experienced so far.

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borderlinebox · 1 year

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Really enjoy your work and so excited requests are open! Would you please do a Karube secret dating Arisu’s sister headcannons?

Being Arisu's sister and secretly dating Karube Headcannons!

A/N: Karube, my first beloved ♥ And thank you so much for reading my works! To everyone, really! Makes me so happy when I get positive feedback in my ask box <3

Pairing: Karube x Arisu's Sister!Reader

Warning: I refuse to let him die in these headcanons, all of these were before borderlands (or it doesn't exist and the meteors decided to fuck off)

Feedback is highly appreciated!!!

he most likely first met you when he was in highschool with arisu where they just became friends

like 6 weeks maybe

him, chota and arisu just walking down the school hallway

all laughing and shit

then you walk in and go to arisu

"hey bro"

then you leave after, and karube is just all ♥

he turns to arisu and like wants him to confirm if you're really his sister

i have a feeling that this man would flirt with you ALL the time

and he backs off a bit when arisu is present

but he still sends you like air kisses and winks behind his back

maybe another flirty remark

but arisu is either too busy on his phone playing or like he doesn't understand what just happened in front of him

because your brother isn't that experienced in flirting

you giggle and snicker at every silly thing he sends and does your way

he's just silly like that

when you and karube do get together,

you both came up with the idea to not tell arisu yet

because it doesn't matter if you're older or younger,

arisu wants to protect your ass

and it honestly scares you how he would react

even though karube could most likely toss his ass (sorry arisu, love u)

people may think that sneaking around is too tiring and exhausting but

this man manages to make it fun

almost like playing a hide and seek game

like what i did there?

anyways-

he'd shower you in kisses before you leave

he does the same when he needs to go somewhere too

can we all agree that karube could be such a romantic simp?

he denies it

and then the next second he's cupping both your hands with his and looking at you in the eyes so sweetly

would like to hold your hand every second but cant because, yk

karubae indeed.

he would totally be the type to like run out of your window as you tell him the coast is clear because arisu is back home but like while he is midway running out your lawn and about to climb the fence, he would run back to you and kiss you before leaving again

just like that one scene in friends where chandler comes back to kiss monica when they almost got caught

idk, i just see it

and it's so cute

he would bring you flowers on special occasions

and then you'd have to make up an excuse or lie about why there's new flowers in the house

when karube would hang out with arisu and chota, they would be like eating or making fun of each other

and then his phone would ding

and it's a message from you

chota and arisu would tease him for like smiling at that text message you sent

man, does arisu not know what's coming for him

if the teasing gets too much, karube would start to joke that it might be their sister (both to arisu and chota.. if chota has a sibling or something)

and chota would start to laugh at karube

meanwhile arisu would snicker and say that you wouldn't like him

👀

well

karube would just start chuckling and then the night would continue

oh and he will fight anybody who starts to threaten you

when he senses that you're in danger,

expect him to start throwing hands at your aggressor

and then immediately would hold your hand like nothing happened

and then enjoy all the praises and compliments you shower him

he's such a ♥♥

there would be nights where you would tell arisu that you were gonna hang out with some friends

and then go to karube's bar when he decided to close early for the night

then both of you would just chill out there and just talk all night

and if you're okay with it, he would tell you about how he pictured he'd spend the rest of his life with you

because he would want to

and he's so happy to have you in his arms right now

and if you drink then he'd make drinks for the both of you

but he always keeps an eye on how many you drank because its gonna be a problem when you come back home, smelling like a familiar scent of alcohol

cuddle man

this man cuddles like crazy

would whisper in your ear and just hold you close

both of you would also start pillow or tickle fights

mostly ended up with you on the ground crying and laughing your ass off

he loves your giggles and would do anything silly and funny just to hear it

if you give him gifts,

then he's practically melting

like he would think it's so cute

but he'd tease a lot

cause he's karube.

chota and arisu are honestly quite annoyed that karube won't let them know who's his new girlfriend is

tells them to back off

oh and there's a lot of side glancing between you and karube when your in the same room together

and oh my lord,

if arisu finds out.

he'd think it's so wonderful, so cute

but he's also pretty shocked and furious

mostly angry because both of y'all didnt tell him and he becomes so pouty

i dont know why but i have a SLIGHT feeling that arisu may start chasing karube as karube would retreat and hide behind you

cause he doesnt want to hurt your brother NOR does he want your brother to hurt him

but mostly the first one

it would probably look like a tiny puppy trying to fight a bear

but all in all, arisu is supportive and karube teases arisu a lot about it

#alice in borderland #aib #alice in borderland x reader #x reader #box writes #aib x reader #aib headcannons #aib headcanons #alice in borderland headcanons #headcannons #headcanons #karube x reader #karube headcanons #karube headcannons #aib karube #alice in borderland karube

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thewitchqueenofharrenhal · 1 year

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Evan confirmed that the only one who loves Aemond unconditionally is Vhagar. So basically he confirmed that he is a parentified child. Alicent only is close to him or showing him more of her love than she does to Aegon because Aemond doesn't cause her any troubles. He obeys. He is dutiful. So basically Alicent taught Aemond that as long as he behaves in particular way, she will support him. We all see how he is all about duty. 1) because Aegon hates the word duty so Aemond felt the urge to somehow fit in those shoes 2) because he mimics Alicent and by mimicking her in such way he is closer to her than Aegon who does as he pleases which is unbelievable to Alicent who is all about duty and she knows nothing of her own needs. Aemond knows following duty means having Alicent's approval. But what no one seem to notice, Aemond mimicking Alicent, being dutiful and so on ended on episode 10. He threw them all to war. Mark my words, Alicent's so called love for him (I view it as expectations which he met until episode 10 thus he was given her "love" in return) will end and he will be truly alone with only Vhagar. Especially after B&C.

I agree and disagree with you anon and I genuinely hope you don't take it personal as I like to foster a setting where many different perspectives can be heard. I think it would be extremely unfair to say Alicent does not love her children. I think she loves them all beyond belief. With that being said I don't disagree with most of your assertions, Aemond is definitely a child who has experienced parentification to a degree but I don't think it's all necessary Alicent's fault.

The parentification you speak of especially showcased itself to me when he is maimed by his cousins and no one cares. He watches his mother who we have seen in episodes before show him a fair amount of love at least more than Viserys for that matter- degrade herself in front of many of the most powerful people in the realm chief of all his own father. His father who has not a single word of love or care to give him when he is being given medical care. Alicent is openly sobbing and begging her husband, his father to care about him and he instead gets his older sister requesting he be tortured and his father threatening his mother with violence - Stating he will maim her if she continues.

Alicent is still at this point erratic and alone and Aemond a child sees all this, sees it plain as day that his mother, his siblings and himself do not matter to Viserys nor to Rhaenyra. We watch a literal child eats his pain up and tell his mother "it is okay - I'll be fine" because his father will not be consoling his mother or taking care of her nor himself. I think seeing that would be extremely traumatic for a child and I think it was for Aemond because when he meets Luke again and demands his eye he says he will make a gift of it to Alicent. He saw how much it hurt his mother and now that he is older he wants to prove himself to her. To prove to her that she has a champion, that she has someone will stand by her - Funny enough I think Aemond models himself heavily on Criston Cole, damage and all. To get back to your statements though - I'm sure Alicent tried to push the idea of duty and honor on Aemond and sure I do think her love and the love she has shown her children may not be the best but I think that's also colored by the fact she was a child bride and all her children are the result of martial r*pe. I also thinks it's incredibly unfair to say Alicent knows nothing of her own needs - When she was never allowed too. This was a privilege she was not afforded.

Will things change after the incident at Storms Ends absolutely - Aemond made a deadly mistake and I do think Alicent will be extremely disappointed in Aemond and perhaps even as you say cold - but that's because things have gone further than maimings, now someone has lost their life and war is afoot. I do think she will still love him after all we saw her stand in front of a dragon for Aegon and we all know what a scumbag he is.

B&C will change everything for everyone in the war. It may sound unbelievable but I think after Lucerys things could have still been okay - Aemond could have been sent to the wall as punishment along with Aegon. B&C involved people who had nothing to do with the war and made it so neither side could ever find peace again.

#anon #pro alicent hightower #aemond targaryen

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hanniejji · 2 years

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I love your writing! The maple and Xiao with little adeptus ideas are so cute! I’m happy to see more platonic content from you

Would you mind giving some hcs on how a dynamic between a older yaksha with a younger Xiao would be like? Platonic siblings maybe? Or even when he first joins? The new yaksha family quest pulls at my heartstrings hehe

headcanons for younger adepti!xiao with older adepti!reader

[ young yaksha!xiao x older yaksha!reader]

note: had trouble making a format for this but it's too interesting to not do a little something for it! took a while but here's some hcs of what i think! :'> also, i intentionally looked away from the bottom of your second ask, no more angst for this angsty baby and me :'> | m.list

warnings: spoilers about the yakshas and mayhaps archon quest?? keep in mind that the hcs for the five (5) other yakshas here are all not confirmed too. and no proofread yolo bitches

you're a fucking blessing to his dark world and he treasures you so much

having someone who's older and actually has braincells is exactly what xiao needs

bosacius may be the oldest and proudest of them all, but he's also a little too proud and sometimes all our alatus just wants is peace of mind and someone who can help him no he doesn't say this out loud ^^' in a toned down manner

sure, we also have menogias (according to other sources and works that include the five (5) yakshas), but he can be a little too naggy sometimes, like a very protective mom :]

what xiao needs is someone who can be on the same level of energy whilst being around him!

the calm and gentle air that surrounds you gives him a sense of peace. knowing that he's not alone in this and that he can approach you without feeling like he's a burden—which took a while to convince him btw—this propels him to literally stick right beside you. the two of you look like a mama duck with her duckling :'>

he always follows you around wherever you go! always watching and learning from your actions when interacting with the adepti and sometimes the occasional humans here and there

he crouches at the corner away from you like a grumpy kitten when you're around humans its literally so adorable to you but intimidating to others

he's still a little menace of a gremlin though…

bosacius sometimes teases him so much that you have to physically restrain him from pouncing on the laughing yaksha, shaking your head but feeling relieved that xiao's kinda getting along with the other yakshas

sometimes you have to hold him around the scruff of his shirt from behind when he's striding straight to a risky battle and just... carry him like that away from the scene

he's a little embarrassed both from being treated like that and that you have to see him like that of all people

you're the person who looks like a cinnamon roll that can kill you but won't and xiao's the cinnamon roll that can kill you and actually will >:)

you constantly worry about this boy

he may be older than humans can possibly be, but his young mind that was stolen from him by the evil god is still there within his aching soul. he lacks a single care for himself, very self-destructive (such is the fate of the yakshas, but it still worries you nonetheless), and always puts others before him no matter the situation

so you start by slowly introducing him to new things, and the first one is almond tofu :]

the sight of xiao eating snow still haunts you to this very day

you offhandedly offered the second plate of almond tofu to him, claiming that you ordered too much and it would be a waste for it to be left uneaten. the awed glimmer in his eyes when he took his first reluctant bite is still and will always be ingrained in your memory and no form of erosion or karma can take it away from you :'>

you keep ordering different foods for two, but stopped once you realized that he only likes almond tofu and nothing else

however, teaching him how to take care of himself is still an ongoing process :/

that's fine tho, you're always there to lend a hand and maybe a few scolding and flick on the forehead here and there to make some sense into that stubborn head of his

he has moments where he keeps to himself. you worry at those times the most, but you know better than to overstep his boundaries and let him come to you himself, telling him that you're always one swish of his anemo powers away before going back to your business

and sometimes, he does come to you

approaches you like a prey inching towards a potential predator who's actually a gentle soul. you allow him to do so at his own pace, sending him a reassuring smile and patting the space besides you

he sits near you, shoulders touching. soon enough, the dam will break and he slumps against you and weeps for his brothers and sisters and the lives he took. this happens more often after every disappearance of each yakshas. until there was only the two of you

two pillars supporting each other

contrary to the usual beliefs, i think he'd be more inclined to cling around you more than he usually does now that there's only the two of you left

he fears that one day, one of you would be next and the other wouldn't know how any of you met your end

he's lost almost all of his family, so he holds on tightly to you. with you, he's not the conqueror of demons or the vigilant yaksha and you're not the oldest yaksha left guarding the land with him, the pillar of balance. what the two of you are is family. a family keeping each other close and safe from all the possible things that can take the both of you away from each other

and no karmic debt can stop the both of you from purging everything that threatens the bond you have

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deadpuppetboi · 3 months

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Here’s a theory I made up while I watched The Fnaf Movie that only increased when I read the book based on it.

I've considered the relationship between Golden Freddy and The Marionette to be very complex. Cassidy and Garrett share a relationship like no other that even the other children couldn't come close by. And I felt like this idea was further implemented in the book.

When Mike dreamed of the restaurant and the ghost kids appeared before him, he asked a simple question.

The blond boy, or as we know it Cassidy, smiles.

He'd planning something, obviously, but he needed more time to think this through. Imagine the shock he had to have to see Mike Schmidt himself, the older brother of Garrett Schmidt. He didn't need to talk to him, not yet, at least.

So he waits for one more time, just to see how desperate Mike really is.

He's desperate.

Very desperate.

It’s perfect, sad, but something that Cassidy needed to confirm about what he was planning.

The next time they see each other, it's slightly different, but something changes when Mike mentions Garrett.

Again, Cassidy is shocked, like the mention of Garrett's ‘disappearing’ sparked a memory in him. Whether it was good or bad, it was obvious it was enough to make him talk.

But Mike keeps talking and an idea is planted in Cassidy’s mind along with his negative thoughts.

Mike wanted to see who took Garrett, no matter the cost, and that was enough for Cassidy to go through his plan.

It's not perfect, Cassidy had to admit it, but it was just what Mike wanted.

A dream.

A fantasy.

A distraction from reality itself.

Mike doesn't want to find Garrett.

Mike doesn't want to find out who took Garrett.

He wants to save Garrett but on his own terms.

That's it.

He doesn't care where Garrett went, who he became, and what had transpired to have made Cassidy and the others who and what they are right now.

He dreams of the same thing, over and over again, reliving a memory he cannot change. Running after the same black car, crying out for his little brother, never getting close, and losing all at once. All this time, Cassidy could see that all Mike wanted was to heal that deep cut of guilt within himself that he couldn't fix over the years.

Was that all he was doing?

It didn't seem like he was doing enough from Cassidy’s point of view.

Was this the brave older brother Garrett loved to talk about constantly towards the others? To make all five of them stop fighting he would tell a story of how he and Mike would fight but learn to forgive each other later on. Like how despite the five of them not being blood-related they should treat each other like friends, siblings even if they want to combat the bad days with good.

He wasn't brave.

He was a coward.

He could barely hold himself up, hardly make himself look presentable in front of a single person, and leave Abby on her own. I mean that babysitter of hers wasn't going to do her any good, she was dead the moment she stepped into this restaurant.

If Cassidy can't have Garrett back then Mike can't have Abby either.

He knows it won't be the same, to have Garrett’s sister be a sort of strange replacement. There's this kind of void in his chest that he can't fill up. Ever since Garrett had ‘disappeared’ things weren't the same. It was hard to keep everyone together at all since everyone looked up to Garrett and had their own thoughts about Cassidy as a whole.

But Cassidy considers this a good thing, to have Abby in the team and fill up these gaping holes in their chests and make them feel whole again.

Garrett can't be here to say what needs to be done, but Cassidy can do that for him.

He's sure he can.

And maybe Abby can help them find Garrett, besides, they’re siblings, so there's no doubt a connection is bound to happen no matter how far they are.

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