#barbara with an apron

[baguettte]

✨Them✨

#God I'm gonna miss this musical #barbara with an apron #such mom vibes #beetlejuice bway #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice #adam maitland #barbara maitland #alex brightman #kerry butler #rob mcclure

[batsythoughts]

Alright, but Bruce Wayne with 'Meet Cute' and 'Tragic Love Story' combined? I personally need to get this idea off my chest, so enjoy.

Due to his strained sleep schedule and social life, Bruce would occasionally need a pick-me-up

There was this one Cafe that he enjoyed due to how strong they were able to make the coffee compared to other shops in the city

Normally he would walk in and the employees would start working on his order before he even got to the counter

One day, he was grabbing his cup from the counter when he noticed something unusual on the sleeve of the cup

Holding the cup closer to his face, he takes in the sight of a multicolor butterfly that was 'flying' across the cup sleeve

He turned to the manager with a raised brow, to which the manager looks over at one of the employees at the other end of the counter with an annoyed gaze

Bruce turns his gaze to see you standing there with a handful of sharpies in your apron pocket as you look at both men with a shrug

"I got bored."

Your manager began to give a small lecture on the fact you were getting paid to do a job and doodling wasn't apart of that job

You made a face, which Bruce found slightly amusing, to your manager with crossed arms

"I come in to prep at 3 a.m. for 6 days every week, by myself might I add. I do the work that is supposed to be divided to be done by 3 people. I have to fight you to get 15 minutes out of my hour long lunch. I'm sorry you don't like that I don't actively search for more work to do when I'm already doing more than my 10 dollar an hour pay grade. If you don't like it, fire me. But don't forget that I can sue you for sexual harassment because I'm certain you forgot that the owner put had cameras installed in the freezer to safe guard the minors who work here."

Bruce felt shocked as he glared over at the manager, who was suddenly very quiet and very flustered at your words

Before Bruce was able to tear into this poor excuse of a man, a woman in a formal suit came out of the backroom with fire in her eyes

You smiled as you look from your manager to this woman, who Bruce was assuming to be the previously mentioned owner, asking oh so sweetly if you could go to your break

Bruce watched you walk out the door with a strange curiosity blooming in his mind. Despite having never paid much attention to you beforehand, but now he was wondering what more there was to you

The next couple of weeks, Bruce found himself coming to the Cafe more often in the mornings to interact with you more and to see more of your doodles on his morning coffee cup

He was even subconsciously going to the block on his patrols to make sure you were getting into the shop alright on the days when you opened alone

Eventually, the habits were beginning to get noticed by everyone around him. Tim and Damian noticed he was a bit more cheerful in the mornings when they were taken to school. Jason realized the determination that Bruce put in at 2:57 every night on one block specifically. They were all clueless until Dick, Cass, and Stephanie started rummaging through his office and found the original cup sleeve placed in the back of one of his desk drawers

The next day when Bruce was going to be busy with a meeting with a few shareholders, Dick and Barbara came walking into the Cafe with huge grins on their faces

When they made their way to the front of the line and ordered, they excitedly asked for the barista that was drawing the cup sleeves

When they were pointed to your direction, they went over and started to explain that Bruce had found you interesting and they thought he would want to get to know you better if he could

Barbara pulled up a picture of Bruce in case you didn't quiet remember him. But you smile with a small nod saying the you remembered him from the incident with the old manager

Dick got even more excited as he asked if you would be willing to maybe, potentially, want to go out with Bruce for a date because they bet that he found you cute and was scared to get rejected

Later that day when Bruce had finally gotten home, Dick and Barbara were waiting by the door as they practically were jumping in their spots

They held out a coffee cup to Bruce, which made him feel anxious that they had found out about his small infatuation

He took the cup to see a small drawing of a ticket with a box of popcorn. He saw your name with a phone number with a a simple question. 'Movie on Tuesday?'

Bruce doesn't have time to scold or thank them before they ran off in the manor

He went to his office, closing and locking the door before taking out his phone to send you a quick message about what you might want to watch

He began to think it might have been a bad idea as he started to type that he had the wrong number when he saw a response suddenly pop up

You had confirmed the movie and time that might work with both of your schedules to go watch it

Bruce quickly double checked his schedule before confirming that it worked out for him and suggested to meet up there, he wanted you to feel like you could leave if you ever wanted to during the whole thing

As the day came closer, Bruce felt concerned for the date and if it would be best to back out and spare potential heart ache down the road

But he fought down his worries as he dressed down in casual clothing so he wouldn't be noticed

After getting a pep talk from almost every one of the Bat children, Bruce finally drove to the theater with a few minutes before the meet up time

He was slightly shocked to see you actually standing in front and waiting for him out front in your own style of formally casual clothes

He got out of the car and walked up to you with a slightly awkward confidence with his greeting. The man may have the ability to charm almost any person on a whim, but it was different this time. This time, he was genuinely interested in the person in front of him

The smile you gave Bruce when he walks up warms his heart in a way he hadn't felt in some time

He paid for the tickets and tried to pay for the snacks, but you insisted that you didn't want him to pay for the whole thing

"It's just popcorn and drinks. I've got it this time."

This time. The words had Bruce feeling hopeful for the next date even though this one wasn't even over

Getting settled into the seats, you two delve into light conversation, the occasional laugh slipping in

By the time the lights went down for the movie to start, Bruce had already considered this to be a successful date with how much he felt you two had bonded

The theater was quiet as the movie played, the screen casting a soft glow over all the faces there

Bruce had felt himself truly relaxing for the first time in so long as he sat next to you in the partially full theater

He almost jumped when he felt you suddenly lean into his side halfway through the movie

But he relax before moving his arm around your shoulders as he glanced over to see if it was alright

The small smile on your face as you leaned closer to Bruce made a small flutter to form in his stomach

When the movie came to an end, Bruce kept his arm around your shoulders as everyone walked out into the parking lot

There was small talk about thoughts on the movie before the goodbyes had to be said for the night

He was questioning himself on if a hug would be the best to do or if that would be too forward

You beat him to it as you gave him a small peck to him cheek before saying you would text him to let him know you got home safe

Bruce couldn't help but smile as he drove back to the manor. Completely forgetting about the small army of children that would interrogate him the moment the door opened

He got bombarded with different types of questions from 'did you have a good time', 'what are they like', 'are you going out again soon'

Damian mostly just listened while standing there before he asked if there was a photo of his father's potential consort. Dick says he's got one to show him later

(Bruce makes a mental note to talk to the Damian about appropriate terms to use in relationships and to get the photo Dick has)

Bruce quickly told all of them to go and get ready for patrol as he pushed his way past the entryway

All the children smiled to themselves as the began to go to the Batcave to get their gear together with the intention of getting more information later

Bruce took a moment to breath before feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Checking it to see that you had messaged him when you got home and couldn't wait until next time

"This one must be special if you smile at a message."

Bruce looked up at Alfred when he heard that comment, not even realizing he was smiling

Alfred had a soft look in his eyes as he gave a simple nod before walking away for Brice to be alone

Bruce typed a quick message in agreement of meeting up again sometime soon before putting his phone away to get ready for the night ahead

The next few months (yes, months because he wants to be cautious with this relationship), Bruce had tried to make plans at least once every week for dates

Each time the two of you spent time together, he couldn't deny the feeling that he got when being around you. You never tired to bring his money into it and never pushed for the pace to go faster over the course of the whole thing

He even asked if you could be official with each other relationship wise, though not entirely out on the public eye if you didn't feel comfortable with all the sudden attention, which you happily agreed to

He had finally asked if you would want to come to the manor one day to properly meet all the kids, who were all eager to get to meet you

You both agreed on a day and time to have dinner later that same week he suggested it

The night of the whole dinner, Bruce and the kids helped Alfred get the manor cleaned and even assisted in the cooking

They were all excitedly waiting in the living room dressed in their best clothes for the occasion as the time for you to get there getting closer

As the minutes went by, everyone starts to get anxious as there wasn't anoise coming from outside the door

The moment the hour struck, everyone was on edge for the knock on the front door to come at any moment

(If you don't

Alternative Ending

Stephanie and Barbara were trying to be hopeful by saying maybe you just had to change outfits from a last minute stain accident

Tim and Dick were saying that a family thing could have come up and maybe you were trying to get it handled before coming over

Damian had a hopeful tone as he stated that there was most likely traffic and you were just caught in the middle of it (he was really hopeful about his father finding a good partner)

Bruce gave a small smile to all of them before he decided to send you a quick text to ask if everything was alright and if you needed to reschedule for another day

Jason gave a small grunt before grabbing the remote. Turning on the TV as he said that Damian was right and the traffic news would prove it

Flipping through the channels, he finally got to the news channel. And dear God, did Jason wish he could take that decision back

Every one stared in silence as the lights flashed on the screen as they took in the sight of a terrible car crash

A reporter talked about the fact a drunk driver had blown through a 4 way stop and had hit the victim's car that was sadly just at the wrong place

The reporter had said that no name was being given about the victim so family could be informed first and make the proper medical decisions

No name had to be given though as the kid's saw the look on Bruce's face

He didn't need to be there to see that it was your car. He didn't need to get a look at the license plate to tell. He could tell just by the small little decal you had on the back window

Jason quickly turned the TV back off as they all nervously look over at Bruce as he continued to stare at the black screen

No words were said as they each moved closer to, but not touching, Bruce to show their support to him as he slowly processed the whole thing

The sound of his phone going off finally broke the fragile silence of the room. Bruce cleared his throat as he quickly picked up the phone, his hand shaking when he saw your name appear on the screen

He answered with a weak voice before he heard the woman's voice on the other line

The woman said she was your mother and slowly asked if Bruce had seen the news report. He could tell she had been crying even through the phone

She hesitated before explaining that it wasn't good and that the doctors said that after a few tests, it was declared that you were legally brain dead

Your mother chocked for a second before saying that she wanted to give Bruce a chance to say goodbye before the next steps were being taken

Bruce took a moment before saying that he would be there within the hour before hanging up the phone

He just sat there for a second as the silence blanketed the room once again

Alfred placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder before saying that he would drive to the hospital for Bruce

All the kids shared glances before getting up and going to pack away the dinner to give Bruce a minute

Bruce stood up before going to the door as Alfred followed close behind. The ride was silent as Alfred guided through the streets, intently going the long way to avoid the crash site

Bruce walked through the door before going to the reception desk to ask what room you were placed in

After getting directed to what room you were in, he saw a woman standing outside as she talked to a doctor. The woman turned her head and stopped the doctor before ushering him over

The doctor hesitantly walked away as your mother politely introduced herself before explaining the severity of the situation. That even with life support, you would probably not even survive one week with how you got hit

She said that you had talked so happily about the relationship the two of you had and believed that Bruce deserved to have his own goodbye

Bruce felt the words catch in his throat as he hesitants to ask if you would be left on life support or not

Your mom quickly explains the plan you had made for a situation like this before she glances at the room you were in. She offered to let him have the final goodbye in peace

Bruce gives a small nod as he gave her a small hug as he expressed how sorry that this had to be how they had met one another

The moment Bruce steps through the door, he feels the tears form in his eyes as he takes the sight of you laying there, basically lifeless on the bed

He walks over to the bed as his hand reaches out to touch yours

He just stands there for a minute as he stares at your face. His other hand coming up to gently brush his fingers over your cheek

He knows that there nothing he could do to potentially help make you recover. He understood this was going to be the last time that he was every going to get to lay his eyes on you

Bruce leaned down to rest his head on yours as he took a deep breath. Closing his eyes as the words finally seemed to come to him:

"I am so glad that I got to know you for the time that I did. Best thing you ever did for me was drawing on the first coffee sleeve. I'm gonna miss you and I... I love you."

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he pulled away. A sad smile gracing his face before walking back out of the room

He wrote his number and address on a small card before telling her that she could come to him if she needed any help

She had a weak smiled as she thanked him before giving him another small hug as she says to make him aware of all the things regarding the funeral and the burial spot

The ride back is just as quiet as the drive to the hospital. Alfred only giving a small glance towards Bruce as they drove up the driveway

Bruce walked through the door to find Dick standing there with a solemn look in his eyes. He tells Bruce that he can take the night to process everything and that he will handle the patrol

Bruce gives a weak nod as he walks through the manor and to his room so he could hopefully get some form of rest

No one had went to check on him to give him a chance to be alone with his thoughts for the night

Bruce just laid on the bed as he replayed all the moments that he had with you. A sad chuckle passing his lip before he decided to get some sleep

The next couple of weeks involved Bruce going to the funeral and going to the cemetery to put a small keepsake there to leave a part of himself there at all times with you

One day when he got back from work, Bruce was about to go to his office to sort out a few case files that he would be needing

There was a package on the desk the moment that he had walked in. He was concerned about what might potentially be in it before he saw your mother's name as the return address

Bruce carefully opened the package to see a picture frame that was carefully wrapped in some bubble wrap

He took out the frame and removed the bubble wrap to find a picture of you smiling at the camera as you jokingly point to Bruce who was behind you in the photo talking to someone off camera

Bruce remembered the day that photo was taken. It was your fourth date at the park and he was buying a snack from one of the vendors

He didn't know you had even taken any pictures that day. He stared at it for a moment before noticing a small note in the box the photo came in

He picked it up to see a small note from your mom

'I asked for a picture of the man that was making my child so happy. This was the one I was sent as I was told that he could be the one. I thought you would want it.'

Bruce stared at card for a second before a grin ghosted his lips. Setting the photo on the corner of the desk, he tucked the card in the corner

Sitting down in his chair, Bruce just admire it for a moment as he took a deep breath. Staring for a moment before getting the files that he needed together

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #batman #batfam #batman x reader

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Au where Danny ends up in Gotham and gets saved by the birds while in human form. He starts pseudo haunting them before returning to Amity Park.

He frequently pops back in to Gotham to invisibility give gifts to the batfam.

Dick gets circus themed things that seem to move around the manor when no one is looking.

Stephanie and Tim both get comics, manga and movies from different dimensions and its only once they start looking up fandoms/ going on Twitter do they realize that these manga/movies apparently don't exist.

The same thing happens with Jason and books. The weird part is that after he finishes reading one of the books for the nth time, (the ones that he and Duke swears glow) and finally retires it to the shelf they disappear. This only happens with the glowey books though. He gets to keep the others

Damian keeps getting new swords, which everyone but him has a problem with.

Duke keeps getting things that activate his powers and he can't really make heads or tails from most of it.

Cass gets lots of soft things like stuffed animals that are nice for hugs and other sensory reasons and dance stuff. Her favorite so far is a gigantic bat in a tutu.

Barbara and Tim (he gets double i guess) both get tech stuff that they've never seen before and make a hobby of reverse engineering the new product of the week.

Alfred gets all sorts of gag gifts like an apron that says "I'm the real boss here" and a mug that has a fancy mustache on the bottom that matches his real one

Bruce gets almost exclusively much bat themed gifts.

No one is sure where the stuff is coming from (and in Jason's case where its going) but they all assume its someone else in the family doing it because its themed around both thier hero and thier personal interests. It finally comes to a head when the batfam are all out together when they come home to find a beautiful and ornate sword laying on the kitchen table for Damian and they all simultaneously realize no one had been home to put it there.

Alfred gets the shotgun while everyone else enters detectives mode.

Danny himself doesn't even realize the extent in which he's been messing with them and doesn't really think past the, "I hope they like their gifts" thing.

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #robin #danny is going to regret giving damian ghost swords isnt he? #batman and his mountain of smiling bat plushies #phantom gifts au #jason is getting loans from GhostWriters library #they automatically return to the library when jason is done with them

[historicalfictionsims]

Civil War Nurse Barbie - BGC

As a belated celebration of Barbara Millicent Roberts' 65th birthday, I present the 1995 Civil War Nurse Barbie. This doll was part of the American Stories Collection, and her story was set during the Battle of Gettysburg in 1863.

Mattel took some liberties with historical accuracy, so it is not totally appropriate for 1863. The doll came with a nurse's cap and cloak that would not have been standard uniform at the time, and I left the cloak off because I couldn't find a good mesh for it.

The dress is a recolor of @dancemachinetrait's maid and VAD uniforms, with the mesh edit from my Ruth dress. Petticoat texture comes from @noriannsimblr. There are 40 swatches from no particular palette. Half are stripes and half are solids. Half have the caduceus symbol on the apron and half don't.

The bag that comes with the doll looks more like a field kit or tool chest, which I couldn't find a good mesh for. Instead I used Agnes Crumplebottom's purse, which looks more like a traditional doctor's bag. Swatches are in @waxesnostalgic's Vintage Neutrals palette. Half have the caduceus symbol and half don't. Functions as a decorative object.

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[gatabella]

Marlene Dietrich and Orson Welles, Follow the Boys, 1944

"Orson himself wasn’t any less dazzled by Marlene. “She was so much larger than life,” Welles recalled. “We forget. Now there are no larger-than-life people left, but Marlene really was the last dinosaur.”

“Marlene was the most untouchably glamorous and strange creature that walked the face of the earth,” Welles said. “For that woman to put on an apron and cook a great meal was an absolute thunderbolt!”

-Barbara Leaming, If This Was Happiness : a Biography of Rita Hayworth

#marlene dietrich #orson welles #quote #follow the boys

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 33/?

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Yeah, I know, I'm late with this chapter but at least I got it done before Christmas

Jason took out the turkey and sat on top of the stove. He swiped his hand across his forehead and sat down, tired. How did Alfred cook for hours to feed so many people? Jason had only cooked for seven people, with help, and he was tired. Alfred must have the stamina of the gods. The cooking gods.

“Daddy, we finished setting the table,” Danny ran up to Jason. He picked up his son and put Danny on his lap. Danny looked cute wearing his little blue apron with rocket ships on it.

“That’s great, Danny. Let me get the turkey and put it out. Then we can start eating.”

Danny got off Jason’s lap, “What about the pies?”

Jason had put the pumpkin and pecan pie on the cooling rack. Danny was staring at them with hunger.

“Those are for after dinner.”

“Oh, c’mon, I want a piece now. Please,” Jason ignored his son’s puppy eyes and got the turkey.

“Later, chum.”

Danny pouted but went to the table. Raven and Jazz were talking. Ellie was thumping her little fists on the table of her high chair. Lian was giggling at whatever Roy was saying. Jason felt warm and fuzzy in his chest. His family was here to spend Thanksgiving with him. Him. The messed-up member of the Batfamily.

 “Finally, the main course is here,” Roy said as he got up to take the turkey from Jason’s hands.

“Yay,” Lian cheered, “time to eat! I’m starving.”

They said grace and then dug in.

“Oh my god, this turkey is so good,” Roy said while chewing.

“Daddy, it’s rude to chew with your mouth open.”

Jason laughed into his cup. It was funny to see Lian scold her father.

“Sorry, sweetie, but it’s true.”

“Thanks, Roy. I got the recipe from Alfie.”

Jason took a bite of the turkey. It was almost as good as Alfred’s. Jason missed the older man. Would he be happy for Jason? Would Alfred accept Jason’s family?

“Everything okay, daddy?”

Jason looked at Danny and noticed that everyone was looking at him.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just thinking.”

Danny cocked his head and took a bite of food.

“After dinner, can we play in the snow?”

It had snowed the night before. Jason hadn’t liked the cold before, and it was worse now that he had a fire core. The cold seemed to irritate him. Not that he would tell Danny that.

“Sure, chum, after dinner.”

The rest of the dinner was spent laughing and eating. Every once in a while, though, Jason would get a pang in his chest. Every time he did, Danny would stare at him with knowing eyes.

Jason took a bite of pie and refused to catch his son’s stare.

____

Bruce Wayne looked at his family with fondness.

Thanksgiving had been a noisy but fun affair.

As usual, Alfred refused any help with Thanksgiving dinner, and, like always, it came out divine.

At the moment, his children, Stephanie, Barbara, and his granddaughter were laughing. Kori also came to the dinner to spend time with her daughter.

Duke started manipulating the shadows around him. Mar’i’s peels of laughter warmed his heart.

Bruce wondered how Jason would’ve interacted with Mar’i. Did he even know he had a niece? Bruce frowned. No, they had never told him. Jason loved children; why had they never told him about Mar’i?

In the beginning, it made sense, but as he started mellowing out…Why had Bruce not seen it earlier? His son could have returned to the family a long time ago if Bruce had taken his head out of his ass.

Now, Jason was gone, and his family was incomplete.

“Is everything alright, Master Bruce?”

“I should’ve brought him home sooner.”

“Hmm,” the butler hummed.

“It’s my fault. I thought I was doing the right thing, giving him his space. Instead, I was alienating him. As his father, I should’ve tried harder.”

He looked at Alfred, his surrogate father, “I’ll bring him home, one way or another.”

The butler looked a bit disappointed before sighing. He left Bruce alone. With a pang in his chest, he watched his incomplete family laughing.

Why did he feel left out?

Bruce was so close to having a full epiphany. He'll get there...eventually

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#mending a family #dc x dp #dp x dc

[neuroprincess]

Abbott Elementary - Having a baby with Melissa Schemmenti (Headcanon)

Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Classification: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: +1600

Part One | Part Two

- She is scared to death of the idea of being a mother, first of all that it's something she put off all those years married to Joe because she knows it's a big responsibility she's not ready for, and second that Melissa thinks she's too old to have a baby. When you bring up the subject she immediately denies and laughs nervously, putting her cards on the table being sincere, you understood and respected her;

- But nothing is the same after that conversation, the famous "baby fever" happens and all she sees are babies, dozens and dozens of chubby babies, full of hair, gaping smiles and sweet eyes. And then her cousin had a daughter, Sofia, a baby who is obsessed with you and won't leave your lap at family reunions, in those moments she catches herself imagining how a baby of the two of you would look like. She always imagines a chubby baby with rosy cheeks, olive eyes, and a Schemmenti appetite;

- And it's at one of these reunions that she decides to give the possibility of having children a chance even at 50, you are cradling Sofia in the bedroom when she enters, with a plate of lasagna in hand and a rehearsed speech in mind, but when the teacher sees the scene she softens completely forgetting any words she has rehearsed. "I think I want one." She whispers sitting next to you on the bed, absorbed in the beauty of the scenery, pushing her own insecurities into the background and imagining a shared future;

- When you start talking about the possibilities, she tells you that she knows a guy and soon realizes the equivocation, retracting it by saying that she knows a guy who owns a fertility clinic and owes her a favor. After a few consultations you opt for artificial insemination and spend weeks choosing a donor, Melissa thinks it's stressful at first, but soon gets excited, especially when she and Barbara start ranking the "ugliest men no one would choose". After almost a month you find the perfect man, Italian family, green eyes, red hair, law degree, in appearance almost a male version of your wife;

- The first attempt is frustrated, there were six negative tests thrown away and a sensitive redhead for days, she is impatient and can't wait to work. The team finds her behavior awkward, and you fend off curious colleagues, choosing to hide from them and everyone else that you are trying to get pregnant, except Barb. The second attempt filled you with hope with a false positive from the pharmacy test and that was snatched away from you with the blood test, Melissa left the clinic silent and on the way home asked if you still want to go through this, the hormones, consultations, procedures and the disappointment. And it's not as if you can continue to pay for so many attempts on a teacher's salary. You say you feel equally frustrated, but want to give it one last chance and that you can turn to adoption;

- As some say, the third time is the lucky one. One trimester after the second attempt you decide to give insemination one last chance and, not wanting to give your already frustrated wife hope, you decide to do the test alone when suspicious. Almost a dozen positive pharmaceutical tests and one blood test confirm what you both hoped and wished for. A Schemmenti baby on the way;

- The reveal is simple but symbolic, you order an apron with the words "Mommy Schemmenti" embroidered on it. Melissa weirds out the random gift, especially since she hardly ever wears an apron for cooking, so she makes a sexual joke, teasing about a new kink she's heard about and whether this is an invitation for you two to try it. When you tell her that the two of you will be Schemmenti mommies she finally understands and can't help but shed tears of happiness, lovingly hugging and kissing you for the rest of the night, thanking you for bringing your child into the world;

- You decide to keep the pregnancy a secret, at least during the first trimester because it is the most delicate and intimate, the teacher is a fierce, loving and protective mother. The first weeks were physically exhausting, all those nausea, excessive trips to the bathroom, the fatigue and vomiting, the last one was the worst part, the baby apparently rejects any food that is not salad and yogurt. Melissa seems almost offended when you run to vomit after eating pasta a carbonara and questions the Italian origin of the donor while rubbing your back in front of the toilet;

- This woman has always had a hand on you, whether it's over the table at a dining table, the hand on your thigh at work meetings, on your back while you're leaving Abbott, etc. But since the discovery of your pregnancy this has become more than frequent, she simply won't leave your side, accompanies you everywhere you go and to all your appointments (she has even considered combining your two classes in just to be with you), takes care of your every need and desire. Do you want a weird milkshake in the middle of the night? She'll do it. Do you feel pain in your back or feet during class? Melissa will give you a massage at lunchtime. Did someone bother you? She will already be taking out her earrings to make that person cry;

- And that's how everyone finds out you're pregnant, you've just reached your second trimester and the baby has started to show, a visible lump that you hide with clothes. But Janine broke the air conditioner, again, and you had to take off the extra layer, which caught Ava's attention, the woman commented that you have put on weight and said she would send you a tik tok of a diet that is making success, Melissa doesn't lose your look of pain knowing how much you are struggling with the physical changes and self esteem. "She's not fat, she's carrying my baby, idiot!" your wife raises her voice and stands up, already taking off the earrings, ready to attack but you stop her;

- The team is simply delighted with the news, the next day they show up with gifts (among them an Eagles bodysuit and another written "Philly, No one like us. We don't care.”, brownies and Ava starts a bet about the baby's gender behind your back, Melissa secretly enters the bet, she is sure that the baby will be a boy. Earlier the redhead wanted to find out almost immediately, so you were weirded out when she suggested a cliché baby shower reveal and insisted it be at the school. Obviously Barbara was in responsible, the only one who wouldn't open her mouth to anyone and so it was, you found out only when the slice was removed from the cake, revealing a dark blue. She, Janine and Gregory won the bet;

- The Schemmenti's don't exactly know how to react or what to say with the news, the siblings and cousins soon show excitement, always waiting for the moment when Melissa would bring additions to the family and a cousin to their children. Her parents seem more skeptical, they have seen their daughter have her heart broken and everything seems so fast with you compared to her previous relationships, deep down they are just afraid that she will over indulge and get hurt again, but they quickly get excited about the arrival of the new grandchild, her mother shows you all the embarrassing photo albums, told you about how Melissa was as a kid and gave you tips, you come home with copies of photos of your wife as a child and a happy heart knowing how lucky your child is;

- She likes to call the baby "Tesoro (Treasure)" and "Amore mio (my love)", Melissa has the habit of talking to your belly, the boy is very agitated by the presence of the other mother, but is also easily calmed down by her voice and affectionate nicknames. If he won't let you sleep, your wife will read children's books. If he is agitated while you are teaching, she will lecture the little Schemmenti, which he seems to understand and won't kick your internal organs for the rest of the day. Before bed is her favorite time to talk to your son, Melissa likes to have deep conversations with the child while you fall asleep, admiring their interaction;

- Although it doesn't seem so, she is still scared to death to be a mother, but ready and willing to do her best for your son. Sometimes insecurities surface and Melissa soon goes looking for advice, usually from Barbara, the first grade teacher reassuring her about motherhood and always giving affirmations about how she will be a great mother, the kids love her and so does the bambino, and he hasn't even been born yet;

- When your waters break a month earlier than expected, the usually composed and rational Melissa gives way to a terrified and crazed mother, running around before putting you in the car and making at least three tickets on the way to the hospital. She doesn't leave your side at any time, except when you ask for something, and she holds your hand through the six hours of labor, not caring about the painful squeeze and the swear words directed at her, the redhead knows it's not easy and all worth in the end, when you hear that loud cry that sounds like music to your ears;

- Melissa is the first to hold him and suddenly she finds herself very vunerable, the teacher can't help but shed tears as she stares at your little angel curled up in her arms, fragile and lovely, so perfect as you once imagined, with coppery hair, olive eyes, chubby cheeks and a killer smile, moody like his mother, a perfect little Schemmenti.

I have material for a second part that maybe will post, I confess I got excited, but also need a name for the little Schemmenti. Help an undecided author, because I write for you, the readers, and nothing more fair than that you choose.

There is a link to a form where you can leave ideas of names, if some are repeated a lot they will be chosen or will be chosen by voting, democracy XD

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#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary x reader #abbott elementary #headcanon #female reader

[bicycle4two]

fine as we are, but we want more || Jason Todd x Female!Reader || Chapter 5 of 8

Summary:

all things considered, you're pretty lucky.

in all your years living in gotham city, you've never been mugged, never had your apartment broken into, never been held as a hostage.

until now.

it seems your luck has run out and there's nothing you can do about it other than wait for someone to come rescue you. . .

or, jason and you reunite after a long time.

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Chapter 4

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Chapter 5:

You didn’t expect Jason’s hobbies to be so wholesome. You hate to admit it, but you sort of always pictured him working on his motorcycle or doing some sort of extreme sport in his spare time. And maybe he does, but he also bakes snickerdoodle cookies for Barbara and knits scarves for shelters. You quickly find that being friends with Jason Todd means you can’t just take him at face value, that there’s more to him than a strong set of muscles and a dangerous night job. He’s more than the Red Hood.

And although you love being friends with Red Hood, love hearing about his new gear, the types of guns he’s collected over the years, the new bullets he’s acquired that somehow have elemental effects (whatever that means), the little tidbits of whatever mission he feels he can talk to you about, you love being friends with Jason Todd a little more.

Because Jason Todd visits you at Becker’s Best in the morning, because Jason Todd sends you pictures of the new cat that’s found its way into the “office,” because Jason Todd can cook when it’s too late to order food because the two of you were so absorbed in what you were watching that you’ve forgotten to eat.

(You remember scrolling through your phone, looking for restaurants that were still open, when Jason suggested that he could make something if you wanted. And who were you to say no? So, after a quick scan of what you had in your pantry and refrigerator, Jason settled on making what he liked to call his famous instant noodles.

You never thought to add cheese and jalapenos to your noodles before but now it’s a flavor combination that you can’t live without.)

You honestly never expected Jason to let you into his life the way he has, to share his interests with you, to spend his free time teaching you how to knit (you’ve only ever made oddly shaped squares despite his meticulous guidance. He assures you everyone starts out that way. Even Tim’s having some trouble) and how to crack eggs with one hand (“You don’t really have to do it that way. Just use both your hands,” he’d said when you fished out the shells from your fifth attempt. There was a lot of scrambled eggs that afternoon.) He’s even emailed you a reading list filled with his favorite books, both standalone and series. You found yourself ordering a few of them online once you got your paycheck, excited to discuss them with him once you’ve read through them.

You don’t expect Jason to weave you into his life, to fit you in wherever he can, in between saving Gotham, in between research, in between servings tables, but here you are in one of the library’s function rooms with your hair tied away from your face and Jason’s extra Wonder Woman apron wrapped around your waist. Today’s hobby exploration is pottery.

“I have to say,” you start, easing yourself onto your stool, grinning at Jason as he does the same, dwarfing his seat. “I did not expect this.”

“It’s new,” he says with a shrug, already bringing out his materials, setting aside the tools in an orderly line on the table beside him and then unwrapping his clay. “Babs brought home a brochure from the library, and I figured why not?”

“You do know I’ll be humming Unchained Melody the entire time, right?” You follow his lead, only throwing your slab of clay onto the wheel as opposed to just simply putting it on. It lands off center, so you pick it up and do it properly. Which is, disappointing.

“You wouldn’t be the first one.”

“Probably won’t be the last either.”

The instructor comes in and tells the class that you’ll be making bowls today. She shows some examples, bowls of different heights, widths, and depths, even some wonky looking ones with “character.” You think that you probably won’t make anything that can properly hold food, so you settle to make something small, something that can maybe hold your paper clips and those cute erasers you keep buying but never use. After a few safety reminders, the instructor wishes everyone luck, advises patience, and says that she’s always available for questions and assistance.

Oh. And to have fun. Of course.

Your classmates begin the activity almost immediately, even Jason is already wetting his clay, wheel spinning as he envelopes the lump in his hands, putting pressure on each side to make the lump slimmer and taller. He wipes excess clay on the rim of his water bucket before getting back to work, pushing his clay downwards with the palm of his left hand.

“You gonna get started, angel?” He asks, attention still on his work, molding the clay like it’s nothing. “Or are you just gonna ogle at me? I get it. I’m irresistible.”

You blink, a little dazed, before letting out a huff, blowing a few strands of hair out of your face. “Ugh. You wish, Todd.”

Jason lets out a soft laugh, a sort of raspy sound, and you force yourself to not look at him, to look at your dry lump of clay. You wet both your hands and the clay before spinning the wheel, slowly at first, trying to get the feel of the peddle, before picking up the speed and repeating what Jason did to his project.

You press the clay together, watching it grow tall before it flies off the center of your wheel.

“Ah!” You yelp, drawing the attention of those sitting closest to you. And the instructor. Who was coincidentally behind you. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” the instructor says kindly, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Was I going too fast?”

The instructor looks at the lump. “You’ve probably made it a bit too tall. No worries. It’s fixable.”

So, you slap the clay back in the center, ignore Jason’s gaze, and repeat your steps. Molding the clay, trying to find peace and serenity in the activity. Because Jason said pottery is good for stress, but you feel like you’ve never been more stressed before.

(Okay. That’s a lie. You were a hostage to a bunch of Freaks just the other month, but that’s different.)

You spend about thirty minutes in silence, brows furrowed, bottom lip between your teeth in concentration, your clay is finally listening to you, stretching and shrinking with the guidance of your hands. You think that maybe you’ve gotten the hang of it, and you take a break, your ankle hurting from the peddle, looking over to see that Jason’s clay already looks like a bowl. It’s impressive really, how quickly he’s able to make one while yours is still shapeless. You watch him use one of his tools on the inside rim of his bowl, opening it further.

“That looks like a ramen bowl,” you tell him once his wheel stops spinning. He wipes excess clay off his hands once more before turning his attention to you. To your project.

“Angel,” he says, mouth quirking. “What is that?”

“Clay,” you say lamely. “It’s clay, Jason.”

“Do you need help?”

“Please.” Because although you can always ask the instructor, you’ve seen her flit from one student to the next, guiding different molds of clay, helping create different kinds of bowls, and you don’t want to keep her from someone whose project actually has potential. That, and you’re the only one in the room who still has a lump, and you’re sort of embarrassed.

“C’mon. It’s easy,” Jason says, already by your side. “Start the wheel up again.”

And you do, you press on the peddle, gaining momentum and mold the clay the same way you’ve been doing the past how many minutes.

“Good, that’s good,” Jason says and you bite your lip once more to keep yourself grounded because he’s so close to you now, practically cheek to cheek as he moves in to help. And. You don’t know what you’re feeling but whatever it is, it’s not appropriate for pottery class. “Now dip your thumb in the center. Yeah, just like that.”

And you follow his instructions, trying to pace yourself because you don’t want your clay to go flying again. So, you apply pressure with your left thumb, using your right hand to help guide your thumb outwards, pressing against the clay so that the hole you created gets bigger.

“Careful,” Jason says, voice soft. “You don’t want it to be too wide.”

“Got it,” you breathe out.

“Now let’s make it a bit taller. Wet the clay.”

You do as he says. He tells you to pinch the base and slowly move your hand up the wall of your bowl to make it taller. It’s starting to look like a wide Japanese teacup. And you think that maybe you can stop here, quit while you’re ahead.

But there’s a little devil over your shoulder telling you that if you stop now, then Jason’s going to go back to his seat. And do you really want that?

“What’s next?”

He hands you the same tool he was using to widen the rim of his bowl and you try your best to mimic what he did. But you get excited, you do a bit too much. And your bowl is starting to look a little like a plate.

“Jason,” you all but whine. “It, it does not want to bowl!”

“Easy there, angel. There’s still hope.” He looks at it for a second, studying it. You wonder what goes on through his mind, what he sees in your bowl-plate. Because it’s starting to look like you should maybe start from scratch, turn it into a lump again. Or start over with a new one. “Here—let’s just do this.”

And he guides your hand back to the clay, tells you to spin the wheel, and to your surprise he doesn’t let go. Instead, his hands lightly cover yours, using you to mold the clay to his liking.

“Oh my God,” you say. “Jason. We’re Ghost.”

“What?” He’s a bit distracted, guiding you to mold the bowl upwards, to make it less plate like.

“Ghost. We’re having a Ghost moment.” You don’t care about your project right now. Because this is a once in lifetime moment. So, you turn your head slightly, lips angled to his ear, and you softly sing, “Oh, my love, my darling…”

And Jason jerks so suddenly that your bowl goes flying. It soars through the sky before making an impressive splat on the ground. The class bursts out in laughter, but you can’t bring yourself to care, to be embarrassed, because you’re too busy looking at Jason, watching how red creeps up his neck and paints his cheeks and ears. And you’re pretty sure you look exactly the same. Because everything is catching up to you, your mind going haywire.

And you have to wonder if he’s feeling the same things as you. If his heart is beating against his chest so hard, so violently, like it wants to burst out. Because yours is trying to break through your ribs and fly over to Jason in hopes that he catches it.

…

It’s something that he’s used to doing. Patching someone up. With a job like his, it’s not easy to go to the hospital, to explain why you’re all banged up, with broken bones and burns on your skin. More so if you can’t manage to get out of uniform, too tired, too much in pain to peel off all the layers. It’s why all of them know first aid, it’s why Alfred can perform surgery. It’s just easier that way. Convenient.

Jason’s pretty good at dressing wounds and setting bones straight. He’s had to do it to himself a couple of times, too, and he likes to think he’s healed up pretty nicely, his scars could honestly look a whole lot worse.

He just never expected to have to do the same for her. Never in his life did he want to be in this situation, disinfecting her wounds and wrapping her hand. And that makes him nervous. Because he doesn’t want to screw up, doesn’t want to cause her any more pain than what she’s already in.

Because she’s pretty banged up. There’s a cut on her lip and one of the first things Jason tended to was the wound on her cheek. They had to squeeze into his small bathroom as he helped her wash, disinfect, and bandage the soft skin. He didn’t have any make up remover, so she still has mascara darkening the skin under her eyes. Her hair’s a mess, frizzed and knotted from being pulled, from being wrapped around someone’s fist, and her clothes are dirty, the knees of her jeans ripped.

When Jason first saw her, he wanted to go back to the people who did this, do something so much worse than what they did to her, but the logical part of him hit before he left, reminding him that although she isn’t broken, she’s battered and bruised and needs help being put back together.

So, he places the bandage at the inside of her wrist, just below her thumb, and begins wrapping it around her wrist, once, twice, before going diagonally, towards her pinky finger, then straight across the other fingers, and finally going back down the back of her hand. He repeats the process a few more times, wrapping the bandage in a sort of figure of eight motion. And she’s a trooper, really, not complaining one bit even though he knows it must hurt no matter how careful he’s being.

“You know,” he begins, clearing his throat. “When I taught you how to throw a punch, I didn’t think you’d actually to do it.”

“If you don’t want me to defend myself, then don’t teach me self-defense,” she says, pouting.

“I just hate that you had to do it all.”

“It could have been worse. If you didn’t teach me at all, it could have been so much worse.”

It’s supposed to be comforting. She’s saying thank you, she’s saying that because he taught her this, he protected her. But Jason still hates it. Wishes that he was there to show that mobster who the hell he thinks he’s fighting. He tries to find solace in the fact that Batgirl swooped in when she did, stopping things from escalating further, from getting to the point where he couldn’t fix her on his own.

“I’m pretty shit at keeping promises, huh?” He does one final round around her wrist before securing the bandage.

"Jason, no, honey, don’t say that.” She tries to touch him, to bring her hand up to cradle his face but then she winces, remembering why she can’t, the injury forgotten in the wake of reassuring him. “It was just some bad luck.”

“You didn’t use to have bad luck.”

And for some reason, she smiles. She smiles at this, this unfortunate turn of events, and Jason can’t figure out why.

“You remember,” she says, and now, now Jason understands. It’s something from their shared past. The fact that she never used to find herself in these types of situations. “It’s fine, Jason. No one walks alone at night without knowing the risks.”

“I still hate it.” He pinches the tip of her finger to check for circulation, to make sure he didn’t wrap her hand too tight. When the color comes back, he pinches it again.

“Same, but it’s done and, really, it could have been worse. My bag wasn’t stolen. I’m still alive. And I’m pretty sure I gave that jerk a black eye before Batgirl broke his face.”

There’s an excited look on her face now, a sparkle in her eyes.

“It was amazing, Jason! This guy thought he can just rough me up, take my things, and then POW I gave him the good one-two, y’know? He didn’t even see it coming! He lost his balance. He fell! And he was pissed, he’s so pissed that I did that to him that he didn’t even notice Batgirl gliding in before BAM she flips him over her shoulder and kicks him in the face!”

And Jason is smiling now, too, loving that although this bad thing happened, she’s not letting it ruin her night. She finds something about it that’s good and maybe he should be concerned that she does, that she’s getting excited over Batgirl kicking some mobster’s ass, but hell, he feels the hype, can imagine the takedown. And he makes a mental note to thank Barbara again for being there.

“You think you can teach me that, too?” She asks once she’s calmed down. She’s breathing heavily and Jason hands her the bottle of water he told her to drink ages ago but has remained untouched.

“I’d prefer it if you ran away from trouble, but sure. You’re gonna have to work up to it though—lift some weights if you’re thinking of throwing down grown men.”

“Ugh. Heavy lifting. Let’s put this on the maybe pile of weekend activities. So, how has your night been?”

Jason wonders if he should talk about it. If he should mention the progress they’ve made on Batman’s last case, or maybe explain to her how and why the temperature dropped so drastically last week. And maybe warn her against accepting anything from a Dr. Q, because you can’t trust Harley, not really. But he thinks that maybe telling her all this will scare her, make her realize how much worse tonight could have gone if she went face to face with someone stronger.

And he doesn’t want to make this night worse when it already looks like it’s getting better.

But he doesn’t want to lie, either. Because this is different than his usual relationships outside the Belfry, outside those he’s made as a vigilante. She knows him, both inside and outside the helmet, so he doesn’t need to talk in code, doesn’t need to make up some obscure job, or excuse. And sure, he’s had relationships like that before, too, but this is different somehow.

She’s different. And he’ll probably never say it out loud, but something about her just makes him want to bare it all, to let her see all the ugliness in him, to see if she’ll still want to be with him after, to see if she’ll still call him friend, if maybe, just maybe, they could be more than just that, but at the same time, he wants to shield her away from it all, to keep her at a distance so she’ll never know, so that she’ll keep looking at him the way she does. Because he doesn’t want to risk it, to risk her leaving.

“It’s been… alright,” he begins and decides that she can tell him herself how much she wants to know. “You want the shorthand or the blow by blow?”

“Really?” And she surprised, confused. “You’ll really tell me everything?”

“Well, maybe not everything,” Jason backtracks. She knows who he is, but can he really believe that she hasn’t figured out the rest? He thinks that maybe once you know one secret identity, you know them all, but people can surprise you with how easily they can connect the dots, or how dense they can be. “Somethings I think it’s safer if you don’t know.”

“Oh, yeah. I can see that. You can’t torture out information I don’t have.”

“No one’s going to torture you, angel.”

“Of course not, because you’ll stop them.”

And she looks at him in a way that makes him feel ten feet tall. Full of trust. Full of something that he thinks can somehow, someway, someday turn into love. But not yet. They’re not there yet, but he can feel it, deep down, that they can get there, one day. If they just keep nurturing this thing between them, allow it to grow.

And when it does, when they allow it to blossom, then she’ll know, she’ll know that he’ll do more, that he’s capable of doing more than just simply stopping someone from hurting her.

Because he’s made a promise and if anyone dares to touch her again, to hurt her, to do worse than what she’s experienced so far, he’ll become something worse than the monsters in the night.

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Chapter 6

#gotham knights #gotham knights video game #gotham knights!jason #gotham knights fanfic #gotham knights fanfiction #jason todd #jason todd reader #jason toddxreader #jason todd/reader #fanfic #fanfiction #jason todd fanfic #jason todd fanfiction #no yn #red hood #red hood fanfic #red hood fanfiction #red hood reader

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Chef Cory's first cook book is available: "Dad In The Kitchen" and it is published by Penguin Random House! I'll buy it just to boost his sales.

So Meghan Markle is not only hoovering LA Producer Trevor in Santa Barbara, but now she's hoovering Chef Cory as he launches his first cookbook. These men need restraining orders against Nutmeg. She is such a nightmare.

Olive Oil Cake prepared by Toronto Chef Cory Vitiello, owner owner of 3 restaurants.¹ Chef Cory was Meghan Markle's former live-in boyfriend while she dated Prince Harry.

ABOUT DAD IN THE KITCHEN

For dads, by dads—the ultimate stress-free cookbook the whole family will thank you for buying.

“I love being a dad and I love cooking with my kids! Cory and Chris are here to help dads and families get fantastic meals on the table and become better cooks in the process.” MATTY MATHESON, author of Home Style Cookery

Ready for the tips and tricks that will turn the dad in your life into a hero in the kitchen?

Highly-acclaimed chef and restaurateur Cory Vitiello can cook in a professional kitchen with his eyes closed (please don’t try this yourself), but when he became a dad, he quickly had to adjust his culinary repertoire to cater to a much more demanding clientele: his young family.

In his first book, Cory has teamed up with fellow dad and celebrated food writer Chris Johns on a crowd-pleasing collection of recipes that will instill confidence in all home cooks and develop the next generation of adventurous eaters in your family. With Cory and Chris as your guides, you’ll find ideas for any time of day, and any day of the week, such as:

Quick breakfasts to get everyone out the door on time, like Yogurt & Oatmeal Pancakes or a Zucchini Omelet with Gouda;

Light, yet satisfying lunches like Cory’s famous Flock Soba Noodle Bowl or Hot-Smoked Trout with Summer Vegetables Salad;

Go-to healthy weeknight dinners, like One-Pot Braised Turkey Meatballs or Little Pasta with Swiss Chard and Lentils

Larger weekend projects, like Shaved Brussels Sprouts & Leek Pizza or Cinnamon Buttermilk Ice Cream;

And, a whole chapter dedicated to every dad’s favorite appliance, the barbecue, so he can finally earn that “pitmaster” apron.

With recipes to catapult the cook firmly into superstardom, Dad in the Kitchen is a must-have cookbook written by dads for dads, but it’s also for anyone who might become a dad, or anyone with a dad. And, in the selfless eating-the-crusts tradition of dads everywhere, know that moms, daughters, sons, uncles, aunts, and everyone in between is encouraged to cook from its pages, too.

Dads, grab your tongs—let’s do this.

¹Flock Rotisserie, Harboard & THR & Co

#chef cory #megxit #tom bower #revenge #sussex #cookbook

[chirpthingz]

also the ordem paranormal fan in me is clawing at the walls seeing all these beta empanada designs with the brown/white apron dress because it reminds me of barbara which is perfect because bagi has a flower on her hat as a reference to barbara. anyways. bites something

#qsmp

[shadsmidnightthoughts]

GENSHIN SAGAU

TW/CW: M A J O R CHARACTER DEATH. LOTS OF DEATH. GORE. THE TRAVELLERS NAMES (Aether/Lumine) NOT PROOFREAD. I CANT SPELL FOR SHIT IM SORRY.

Title: this dream...

Characters: Venti, Zhongli, Ei, ALL vision holders currently in the game (3.0), lumine, abyss!Aether, unknown god, dainsleif, golden blood!God!reader,

Readers POV

This is it. We are finally in the ruins of k'ahanriah, the truely divineless nation. We were running. Running up so many stairs. Running down so many corridors. Just to get to that damned bloodbath ballroom. One last staircase. The abyss heralds we thought we had lost came barging into the stairwell from any entrance they could. We were stuck fine. Venti, the traveller dainsleif and I starting fighting, trying to clear out space for at least Lumine and Paimon to get through. After what seemed like twenty minutes of us protecting one another from attack apron attack we were there. In the ballroom. It was empty except for a singular gold and red throne with none other then the abyss prince himself, Aether lounged on the magnificent throne.

Lumine ran forward as the tell-tale red and black diamond opened in front of the door, trapping us in there with the prince. "Well.. I didn't think you would make it here but.. I guess I should have never doubted Lumine." The goddess said as she stepped out of the portal, dragging fleets of vision weilders (<-mispelt I think, sorry) out along with her. "Let them go. They have nothing to do with this." Lumine said to the goddess. "Fine. But first.." she held her hand out causing each and every vision holder to float twenty feet above the floor, seemingly by their necks even though nothing was there. With a flick of her wrist, we watched each ones neck contort with inhuman speed 180°. It happened sickeningly slowly. First bennett, then diluc, then amber, then Xinyan, then Xiangling, thoma, yoimia, yanfei and then poor, sweet innocent Klee. I felt as if I was going to be sick right then and there. Seeing their lifeless bodies just floating there.

Next it was the poor Anemo users. Xiao, heizou, kazuha, sayu, Sucrose, jean. The goddess was grinning as if this was some sick joke. "You ever thought you could save them outlander? That is truely laughable." The electro users were on the chopping block next. Razor. Ei. Keqing, Beidou, Lisa, Kuki, yae, fishl and sara. "I must say imposter, you grew fond of these low lives? They were just stepping stones in your path." It spoke. I heard a bow draw. All eyes were on me. Im crying.

Zhongli, albedo, itto, gorou, Noelle, Ninguang. All dead.

The fear in Chongyun's eyes as he watched his best friend's lifeless body fell to the floor nearly made me choke. Barbara, kokomi, ayato, childe, mona, yelan.

"Dont worry. You will be with your friend... now" she flicked her wrist and everyone left dropped to the floor. It was like a car crash. You wanted to look away but you couldn't. Most had split their head on the white, pristine marble that was the ballroom floor. Watching their blood and brains leave them through their skulls and watch the light drain from all of their eyes was torture. Some got the air sucked out of their lungs, their lungs then being crushed and punctured by their very own ribs beneath the goddesses feet.

The bow string snapped into place.

I didn't feel it at first. The three arrows sticking out of my back. For a moment, I felt nothing. Then all the pain hit me at once while I realized I had fallen forward. I hit my head. I saw liquid. But not blood. Gold? No. Im seeing things. Im dizzy.. my eyes are so heavy. The room is spinning. Is someone yelling? Are they yelling under water? I will miss my friends. Please let this have been a nightmere. I don't want this dream to end yet..

#sagau x reader #sam rambles #sagau #sams sagau #self aware genshin au #imposter au #sam speaks #series: this dream

[janeway-lover]

abbiel incorrect qutoes again! @daisy-has-too-many-wives @ravenstag-et-dolce

Eric: What's your favorite color? Abby: Uriel. Abby: Wait, what was the question?

Eric: What's wrong with Uriel? They've been lying on the floor for like an hour now. Barbara: They're a bit overwhelmed right now. Eric: Why? Barbara: Abby smiled at them.

Uriel: Have you ever seen something that changed your life? Abby: Yeah, I saw you. Uriel: Aww, I love you too. Uriel: But I was going to show you this cat video.

Abby: Let's play 20 Questions. Uriel: Okay, sure. What's your favorite color? Abby: Triangle. Do you like me?

Uriel: I can't believe you assassinated Shax! Abby: Well, "assassinated" implies it was politically motivated. I killed her because she flirted with you, so technically it's voluntary manslaughter. Uriel: That's not better!

Abby: Do you wanna cuddle? Uriel: I AM AN ARCHANGEL OF THE LORD Abby: You can be the little spoon. Uriel: Uriel: Squeeze extra tight this time.

Uriel: This is a very powerful artifact. You'd be messing with some forces we don't fully understand. Abby: That sounds like a dare to me. Uriel: Oh my god.

Abby, on the phone: Hi, this is Abby. Uriel: What did she do this time? Abby: No, Uriel, it's me, Abby. Uriel: Oh. Uriel: What did you do this time?

Abby, jokingly: Careful, if you keep being so sweet, people are going to start thinking you're in love with me. Uriel, wearing an apron, in the middle of cooking dinner: What could I have possibly done to make you think that I’m not, dear?

#abbiel #abby morningstar #archangel uriel #incorrect quotes

[gatalentan]

Ficlet prompt fill for @belissaww!

Soft Prompts: 4. Neck kisses (AO3 Link)

Ship: Melissa/Barbara

Warning: This is. Fully a porneaux. Ok? I don't know how this happened either 🤙

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“Barbara Howard, if you don’t get out of my kitchen…” Melissa didn’t turn away from her pan, but she did point her spatula at her in a threatening manner.

Barbara chuckled, creeping up behind her at the stove.

“And if I don’t?”

“I’ll think of something.”

“Oh, I bet you will.”

Two strong hands made their way to Melissa’s hips, followed by a warm body pressed against her back. She pressed her hips back into her instinctively, but caught herself. She was busy.

“Barb.” 

“Have I told you before that you look cute in an apron?” She rested her chin on Melissa’s shoulder, watching her work, fingers creeping to toy with the apron tie at her waist. 

“I look cute in everything.” she deflected, but still loved it all the same.

“Yes, you do.”

The hands on her waist lifted up her shirt, just a little, her fingertips settling just above the waistband of her pants, drawing small, lazy circles against the skin of her belly, nails and all. It sent a shiver up her spine. She tried to ignore it. Concentrate on what she was doing.

“Is this the six hour sauce?”

“Seven. Yeah. It’ll be ready to go in the oven soon.”

“How soon?”

“Five minutes or so. It’s nearly done.”

Oh. You bitch. “No, kinda chained to the stove.” As you apparently know.

“I can work with that.” Hot, suddenly, against the shell of her ear, followed by a wet kiss just below it in the hollow just beneath. Fuck. “You can’t go anywhere, right?”

“Good.”

Her mouth set a trail down the column of her throat, settling in that one spot near her collarbone that had Melissa gripping her counter with her free hand like a fuckin’ life-ring. One of her hands travelled up, up, under her shirt to the cup of her bra. Just resting there, holding her still against the heat of Barbara’s body.

“This ok?” She whispered, soft, into the skin of her shoulder. Always checking in.

If you stop I’ll kill you with this spatula. “Yeah,” she managed to say, 'cause that’s all she could manage, her brain already working overtime to focus on two tasks, so a third - talking - was really pushing it.

“Good.” The kisses, again, with teeth, in that damn spot that had her nearly losing her balance. The hand on her chest slipped down to hold her up by the ribs. “Careful. I’ve got you.”

Yeah, I know.

Melissa leaned back into her with purpose, full acceptance, enough to support her weight, but still tried to focus on putting in the last of the seasonings: salt, pepper, oregano. She brought a spoon to her mouth to taste it, just as Barbara’s other hand slid down below the waistband of her leggings, cupping her over her underwear.

The combination of the sauce on her tongue, her mouth on her neck, and her hand on her cunt was… new. It was heady,  decadent, damn near overstimulating. Had her toes curling. She moaned around the metal, nearly bit down on it.

“I love how you take care of me, Melissa.” Her voice, a low rumble, between kisses to her throat, “Seven whole hours of cooking, all this effort, just for me. You’re so good to me.” 

The praise on it, the truth in it, shot straight between her legs like an extra hand, joining the fingers stroking the length of her through thin, wet, cotton. 

Cooking? Sauce. The fucking sauce. 

She tore her eyes open, which she didn’t even realize had slammed shut, and with a shaking hand added more pepper, tasted it again.

Barbara hummed into her neck as she stroked her, rewarding her, finding her clit just as the sauce hit her mouth. She made a guttural, animal noise. Everything was too much. The sauce was perfect, rich, tart, sweet. Her hand was perfect, her mouth on her neck was perfect, Barbara was perfect.

The spoon fell to the floor with a clatter. Couldn't take any more. She chased Barbara's fingers with her hips with an unfocused, frantic rhythm, pulled back her arm to touch Barbara’s hair, needed to touch her, feel her, and to bring her closer to her throat, don't stop.

“Please.” It came out of her, from somewhere, a desperate noise.

“I’m here, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.” She slipped her hand past her underwear and finally, finally, fucked into her, pressed her wrist down on her clit in the cramped space of her clothing, adding friction as her fingers worked, curling inside her just-so. Melissa let her head fall back onto Barbara’s shoulder as she rode her, burning her open, filling her out, the wet sound of it in her kitchen doing things to her that she couldn’t name, crying out.

She was so so close, gripped the counter for dear life, could taste iron in her mouth, could taste tomato and onion and garlic and butter and and and and

“Shh, shh, I’ve got you.”

It was enough, it was everything, she fell into it, coming full-bodied, damn near collapsing to the kitchen tile. But Barbara held her through it, fucked her through it, slowly, carefully, until she fully relaxed in her arms, a panting, sweaty mess.

When she could move again, breathe again, think again, she turned down the stove, turned in Barbara’s arms and stalked her towards the kitchen island, her hand still pinned between their bodies. Still fully clothed. Her apron still on. 

She kissed her, finally, frantically. Hoped she could taste what she tasted. All the love she'd put in it.

#work wives #✍️ #why do i write them both so annoying #it's soft TO ME alright. that's what matters. #also i accidentally deleted the ask prompt because im a cringefailureeee

[watchtowerindistress]

we are not our demons (5/24) - bruce wayne x batmom

Author’s note: The whole Batfamily is back, baby! God, I love Tim. Not to mention, Damian, my sweet little murder child.

I don't know any American junk food, so I just picked some that I found on an online shop, lol. Oh man, it’s Jason Todd’s birthday.

Beta-read by Axolotyl Alot and Heidi.

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And it’s easy done

Our little remedy

And the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me

-Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue) by Hozier-

Okay, easy. Deep breaths.

It probably won’t be so bad.

Jeez, please, Bruce, be crime fighting.

With these thoughts running in her head, Ellie sucked in a deep breath before ringing the doorbell to Wayne Manor.

Her body felt like it was crawling through molasses when she lowered her arm against her hip.

The heavy wooden doors didn’t hold back Barbara’s yell, “Hold on, Alfred, I got it!”

Muted chuckles erupted from Ellie’s chest, right before the door was wrenched open. Barbara’s blazing red hair fluttered in the air at the light draft.

Ellie raised her eyebrows, seeing Barbara try to appear unruffled by her appearance.

“Oh hey, you,” Barbara said, leaning against the doorjamb after a few awkward attempts to find the right position.

Ellie sent her a grin in return, eyes narrowing. “Hey yourself. I brought food.” Plastic bags rustled in her arms when she raised them in the air. She tilted her head, correcting herself just as quickly, “Well, candy.”

Barbara snorted, inspecting the various products of Sour Patch Kids, Twizzlers and Doritos. “That’s the best food for a movie night. Come on in.” She waved her inside.

Ellie looked around, seeing everything still in place since she left. The brunette smiled in appreciation when she saw Alfred standing in the kitchen, making drinks.

“Miss Ellie,” the gray-haired butler said with a small smile on his face, his white apron still fastened around his neck. The words “Your opinion was not in my recipe” were displayed on the cloth. “It is wonderful to see you grace us with your presence.”

It felt like she never left.

Ellie’s mouth quirked into a lop-sided smirk. “I hope that wasn’t sarcasm.”

Alfred shared a small smile with her. “I have used that phrase before but with you, it is not meant ironically.”

A herd of feet ran down the stairs. “Trust me, Alfred here used that sentence on Damian and me before, and you would notice a difference.”

Ellie turned as soon as the voice of Dick reached her ears. She sent him a grateful smile. “Hello, Richard.”

“Hey.” The dark-haired young man stepped closer to wrap her in a short but tight hug, enveloping her in his warmth. “Nice to see you again.” Ellie felt instantly at home again when his familiar blue eyes twinkled with delight.

“You too.” She momentarily stroked his side affectionately.

Ellie felt someone’s eyes on her and slowly distanced herself from Dick to find the rest of the Batfamily gathered around the living room.

Wait, what did she just call them in her head?

Damian was standing a few feet away from her while Tim—sweet Tim—was standing by the couch, unsure how to react around her.

“It seems you do remember us.”

Ellie sighed and closed her eyes in defeat upon hearing Damian’s biting words of condescension. It appeared as if all the progress they had made together, all the hardships they went through, was for nothing.

However, Ellie knew of the one thing they both shared: stubbornness for days.

She didn’t consider the Wayne heir as unimportant. Before everything went crazy, Ellie wanted to get to know this anger-fueled kid and help him.

Unfortunately, it was her pride that got in the way when she abandoned all of them. After some time to contemplate what happened, maybe time was all she needed to move on. Not only for herself, but for the sake of these boys.

Ellie bent down, putting herself at eye-level with the youngest Wayne. Damian’s black hair had grown longer at the front, and he was clenching his jaw.

“How could you ever think I would forget you? I would never,” Ellie whispered fervently.

Damian inhaled a deep breath, crossing his arms over his chest while staring head-on at her. “Yes, I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Ellie shook her head with deep regret. “I’m … sorry, Damian. I didn’t mean to hurt any of you. If you thought that I stayed away–”

“Oh, please.” The raven-haired boy rolled his eyes, which were shining with hell-bent determination, refusing to believe anything from her. “Don’t pretend to care for any of us.”

“Damian,” Dick admonished his little brother.

“No, it’s …” Ellie bit her lip and waved a hand, mulling over her next words. Her gaze remained on his eyes. “You have no idea how truly sorry I am that I hurt you, but I’m willing to … come over more often. Make an effort. Whatever it takes to rebuild our trust again.”

Just as long as Bruce gave his okay. She was so not looking forward to having that conversation. A very much needed one, but still.

Ellie shrugged, sending the young boy a soft smile. “Trust me, I got all the time in the world, Damian.”

His big brown eyes were staring back at her, analyzing her facial expressions to determine if she was being deceitful. Finally, he only shrugged, giving her the only answer she would get out of him.

A snort freed from Ellie’s lips before she straightened again. Her gaze landed on the second-youngest child in the household. Ellie’s smile turned bittersweet while watching the boy twist on the balls of his feet, swaying nervously by the furniture.

“Tim, do you want to say ‘hi’ to Ellie?” Barbara’s voice inquired softly next to her, who leaned forward with her hands on her knees.

Tim remained silent as his wide eyes were gazing back at Ellie with heavy uncertainty.

“I’ve missed you, Tim,” Ellie breathed with a breaking voice, sending him a small smile. She watched with bated breath as Tim slowly moved towards her, like he was testing the waters. Ellie was afraid to move even a single muscle, trying not to scare him away. Before she could process what was happening, his arms wrapped tightly around her middle, seeking comfort.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she knelt to the ground, hugging his body in return.

“Missed you too,” Tim whispered into her neck.

Both of them tried to ignore the soft-eyed gazes lingering on their touching moment.

Ellie cleared her throat, venturing a look around. “So, uh, Babs…?”

“Yep?” All of them were gathered on the couch and its armchairs when the first movie of the evening started. Alfred’s drinks were spread out on the coffee table while they were munching on their snacks. Ellie thanked God that she had taken into account the huge stomachs of the boys to be filled, especially Dick’s.

“So … where is Bruce?” Ellie whispered quietly. Her head was leaning down while facing the TV screen.

Barbara sent her a brief glimpse before saying, “Well, the usual, you know? Crime fighting and stuff.”

Ellie quietly exhaled a breath of relief and tried to quench that rising feeling in her belly that felt like disappointment. Barbara studied her facial expression when she opened her mouth to say something.

The elevator made a dinging sound down the hallway.

Betrayal was shining in her eyes when she slowly turned her head at Babs who only raised her arms in surrender, like she truly didn’t know. Ellie felt her heartbeat thumping rapidly in her chest when she turned her head at the sudden noise. Her eyes widened comically in shock.

Heavy footsteps echoed against the walls. Ellie was slowly looking up—and hoping to evade this situation as long as possible—to discover Bruce in his comfy clothes he tended to only wear at home.

He was wearing his dark-brown sweatpants and a gray Henley with the sleeves rolled up, Bruce’s well-toned arms on full display, popping veins included. Tension was reinforced through his whole body with the way he was standing ramrod straight in front of her.

Oh.

They must have painted a funny picture.

Ellie’s expression resembling a character from a horror flick while Bruce stopped in his tracks, rendered speechless and motionless. Barbara bit her lip in anticipation, and Ellie was sure that Alfred was literally eating his popcorn and enjoying the show that was unfolding before his eyes.

“Bruce,” Ellie breathed unevenly and instantly felt like an intruder.

Bruce still looked the same and yet so differently. He still had that stubble which was driving her absolutely crazy, and his thick hair was framing his face. Dark circles weren’t present when they were still together.

“Ellie,” Bruce murmured quietly, “I did not know you would be here tonight.”

The brunette cleared her throat, putting her bowl of chips back on the table before standing up. “Yes, it was … kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing.” Nervously, Ellie twisted her fingers and felt the epitome of unease all of a sudden. “Can we talk?”

For a few suspenseful seconds, Bruce was gazing at her with blinking eyes before finally answering, “Sure.”

They wandered into the hallway, just around the corner, in hopes of maintaining some privacy. Yet she could definitely hear the volume of the TV being lower than before.

Ellie chewed on her lower lip at the same time her hand brushed through her hair. She fixed her eyes on his hazel-colored ones and tried to ignore how her racing heart only emphasized her emotional turmoil. “I’m sorry, Bruce. I should have let you know that I was going to be here.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and cleared his throat. “No, uh, it’s fine. The boys have missed you.” Bruce seemed to bite back his words and shook his head. Instead, he rolled his eyes when he remembered something else. “And probably Barbara too since she misses the female company around here.” His hands were hidden in the pockets of his sweatpants, Bruce rocking on the back of his feet.

With the way he was standing so close to her, it was hard not to get swept in his musky scent. Oh God, he still smells so good. His bulging arms only coiled her stomach in tight knots.

Ellie snorted. She could only guess how hard it must have been for the woman to grow up more or less with no female companionship around. Only full-blown testosterone, 24/7.

“And…” Bruce was trying to wrench something from between his teeth. “I have missed you as well.”

Ellie stared up at him. Her affliction was a dry throat after swallowing thickly. Her throat felt raspy with her next words. “I have missed you too. I mean, all of you guys. The boys were on my mind all the time.”

Bruce turned his head away briefly, composing himself. “Okay, sure.” He revealed a tense smile.

“Look, do you think we can stay civil with each other? If it is okay with you, of course. Trust me, I don’t want to make things weird between us.”

Bruce nodded, hiding his hands in his pockets. “Of course, I’ll be out of your hair then.”

“No,” Ellie exclaimed and shook her head vehemently. Almost like a reflex, her hand touched his arm. Both of their gazes met Ellie’s stroking hand, right before she wrenched it away like his skin set her body on fire. “You should stay with us.” She smiled softly at Bruce. “Come on, the boys would really love this.” Ellie rolled her eyes in humor. “And Babs. It would really mean a lot to them. Please.”

Their gazes brushed when Bruce probably understood the deeper meaning to her unsaid request. That this would mean the world to her as well.

Bruce blinked, and his face softened at this newly found revelation. “Lead the way.”

As soon as they walked together back into the living room, the rustling sounds of pillows reached their ears. Once they finally entered everyone tried to appear nonchalant.

Weren’t these guys, with some exceptions, supposed to be vigilantes operating at night?

During the rest of the movie Ellie felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment when quick and conspicuous glances were thrown their way.

Real smooth, guys.

Once movie night ended, Ellie found herself so tired that she did not even make a fuss when Bruce followed her to the door. But she was lucid enough to draw the line at accepting his offer to stay in one of the guest rooms of his house.

“You know, it’s really late, so I was wondering—” Uncertainty coursed through her on how to phrase her words and if Bruce would even accept what she was asking from him. “—if we could talk tomorrow.” Her next words sounded like a stutter. “At my place. If you want. I mean, we probably did just now … a bit, but still–”

The corners of Bruce’s mouth twitched. “I’ll be there.”

And just like that, Ellie could finally release the breath she had been holding the whole evening. It was hard for her not to let pessimism and worst-case scenarios run rampant through her head.

“Okay, cool.” She nodded. “That’s great.” Before she could talk herself out of it or him, Ellie ventured down the stairs and stepped into her car to drive off.

Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath​​ @ravenmoore14​ @alwayshave-faith​ @ikranfuad​ @daydreaming-gemini​ @bluegalaxyprime​ @liadamerondjarin​​ @steph21369 @andrewswifes-blog​​​

#steph writes #watchtowerindistress #we are not our demons #batfleck #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne imagines #batman imagines #batman imagine #bruce wayne #bruce wayne fanfiction #bruce wayne x oc #bruce wayne fic #batfleck x oc #batman x oc #bruce wayne x batmom #batmom x batfam

[megan0013]

Mamma Mia AU

there was actually a stricklake mamma mia au on ao3 at one point (it's gone missing 😭), so quite a bit of these hc's are inspired by my vague memories of that fic. and if anyone should happen to find it, please let me know and i’ll link it

anyway

1. this is not a human au. all sorts of species get it on along in this one and barb was in college, ok? she was into experimenting. blinky is a troll. strickler and jls are both changelings. the fact that jim isn’t obviously a half-troll should immediately rule blinky out as a genetic donor, but i choose to ignore that particular pothole because it amuses me greatly to imagine a six-eyed, four-armed blue troll declaring passionately to a mostly human jim that he knows he’s his father and can’t wait to give him away at his wedding. jim doesn’t have the heart to explain that that’s not really the way it works

jim: i’ll know my father as soon as i see him

toby: it’s totally the troll

2. character swap goes like this: jim - sophie, claire - sky, barbara - donna, strickler - sam, blinky - bill/harry, jls - harry/bill. toby is still there as jim's best friend, along with draal who is the tasty treat chasing after wine auntie nomura for plot c. oh, and aaarrrgghh takes the place of rosie because the b plot is my favorite troll husbands falling in love

blinky: barbara, you were the first human i ever loved

blinky: and also the last

aaarrrgghh *grinning*: take a chance on me

3. strickler’s a great cook, blinky is fascinated by human vehicles, and jls is also named james(?!) - wild how jim’s got something in common with all three of his possible dads, huh?

4. the island truly is magical and part of claire’s business plan is to market it as a hotel for mythical creatures. not monsters, though. dracula’s already got that market cornered. kidding. everyone’s welcome

5. for plot purposes trolls have developed an immunity to the sun and can now lay around all day on the beach in a speedo, drinking a mai tai and dreaming up increasingly chaotic schemes to somehow seduce the hot changeling lady

nomura: little boys who play with fire get their fingers burned

draal: it’s cool. i’m wearing spf 4000

6. the morning after stricklake get married, strickler’s down in the kitchen making barbara pancakes or something with nothing on but one of those “kiss the cook” aprons, completely forgetting that this is a hotel and winds up getting caught bare-assed when half the wedding guests waltz in for their continental breakfast. don’t worry. barbara saves him, and

dot dot dot

#writer games #meg answers #stricklake #dromura #jlaire #troll dads #mamma mia au #oh this was a fun one #there's so much potential here #every time i watch the movie or listen to the soundtrack #my mind hyperfixates on this exact au

[tavvattales]

Tales of Royalty: Choose your King

GENSHIN IMPACT DATING SIM SERIES With Prince!Character x Royalty!GN Reader

Staring: Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Zhongli, Scaramouche

Pairings: Prince!Albedo x Royalty!GN Reader, Prince!Diluc x Royalty!GN Reader, Prince!Kaeya x Royalty!GN Reader, Butler!Zhongli x Royalty!GN Reader, Assassin!Scaramouche x Royalty!GN Reader

Warnings: 16+ content

This fic will be updated once a week, so make sure you check back for updates. If you'd like to be on a taglist-feel free to DM me.

The throne room was bustling with frantic servants rushing back and forth, placing grand decorations of jewels and floral arrangements. The day had finally come to meet your potential suitors. It was an important decision, much to your dismay, to unite two powerful kingdoms together in holy matrimony. Your maid clad in armor and an apron, catching up to you, pants heavily, "I've been haaa. . looking all over for you! The other maids are anxiously waiting for you to help you get ready; your Highness," she says with a heaving breath.

Nodding towards her, you could feel your heartbeat pounding wildly, yet if someone were looking at you, they'd discern your Highness as calm and composed, "I suppose you're right, thank you, Noelle," you say, having her lead the way to your bed chambers, your shoes echoing endlessly through the halls, leading you closer to your destiny.

Upon arriving, you were graciously greeted by your other maids, "Welcome, your Highness," they all say simultaneously, curtseying adorably. You couldn't help but smile with fondness towards them. One of them, swiftly starting to undress you while giggling, says, "Your Highness! What do you think the princes will be like~?" The young blonde, with a starry twinkling in her eyes, continues with a singsong voice, "I bet they're all so dreamy~."

Chuckling at her childlike imagination, you respond, "Your guess is as good as mine, Barbara," helping her to disrobe yourself. As you undress, the other maids start making a fuss over the bathwater.

"No! We must add cecila and sweet flower to the bathwater, Sucrose," Noelle asserts, eyeing the glowing liquid in the bottle Sucrose held.

"Why not both?" You inquire, testing the warmth of the water with your delicate fingers.

"B-but your Highness, we have no idea what's in that," Noelle exclaims while trying to grab ahold of the bottle, but a mint-haired girl with glasses was quick to hold it to her chest.

"I-I made it specifically for this occasion," Sucrose says, "I made this soap this morning with their Highness' favorite scents in mind."

Graciously accepting the bottle from Sucrose, you open it, sniffing the contents, an unexpected smile coming across your face, "Let's use this," you say to your maids, who nod, "Well done, Sucrose," announcing your praises as you give her a small pat on the head. Noelle wanting to protest, keeps her mouth shut under your watchful gaze.

As you get into the bath, a warmth encircles you, causing you to shudder in anticipation. They scrub you tirelessly, making sure not to leave a single speck of dirt upon your already radiant complexion. The girls share giggles with you as they start getting you ready, decorating you with the most splendid jewels, and draping you in luxurious silks, yet deep down, you couldn't help but feel disheartened.

The same questions kept popping up in your head, over and over, like a nagging feeling of dread. Just who are these men? Will they be suitable candidates for the most critical merge of your father's small kingdom?

As the maids finish putting on the final touches, Barbara calls out to you, breaking you from your daze, "Your Highness, look how marvelous you look. Truly stunning~" Barbara grins wildly, clasping her hands together, the other girls staring in anticipation.

Noelle, taking a nervous step forward, and placing a crown atop your head, bravely states with a shaking voice, "Y-you'll be just fine, your Highness. Your father knows what he's doing," nodding at her own words, Noelle gives a bright smile.

Returning her smile, reaching out towards her cheek for a gentle touch, rubbing it fondly, "Thank you, ladies. You really know how to cheer me up. Now, shall we?" you say, ushering towards the door.

Simultaneously the maids, all reaching for the door, opening it up for you, say, "Yes, your Highness!" Following you close behind back toward the throne room, your father waits patiently for your arrival.

Standing up and greeting you with a warm hug, your father exclaims excitedly, "Y/N, today is the day~! Your potential suitors have been waiting, don't worry, my dear; I picked the best of the best~!" He boasts

Gritting your teeth as you start clenching your fists in a ball of anxiousness, your heart leaping out of your chest violently made you feel queasy. Looking down, you notice your knuckles turning white, so taking a deep breath, you slow your heart rate down, relaxing and adjusting to your seat, "I'm ready," you announce.

ATTENTION: IMPORTANT DECISION AHEAD

Motioning to the head butler, Zhongli, the king handing him a piece of paper, begins to say, "If you would do the honors."

Nodding and accepting the slip Zhongli, unrolling the ribbon, and clearing his throat, starts the introductions with a deep booming voice, "Our first suitor hails from Khaenri'ah- His Highness, Prince Albedo."

With a sudden swing of the doors, a man with hair like sunshine and an azure gaze catches your eye. Darting your eyes away from his quickly, he makes his way towards you, kneeling on one knee, taking your hand gently in his, and placing a gentle kiss on your hand; he looks back up to you, "It's an honor to be here, Your Highness. I trust you are fairing well this evening?" He asks, his voice oozing with honey.

There was an air of prevarication about him that seems to suck you in, taking in his beauty. Holding in a small breath, you reply to his advances, "The pleasure is all mine. This evening certainly is entertaining, to say the least," letting out a short, curt laugh.

Albedo, chuckling, stands up, ushering Zhongli that his greeting is over. Once more, Zhongli announces, "Presenting Crown Prince Diluc Ragnvinder, and his brother, Prince Kaeya Alberich. The Royal Highnesses of Mondstadt"

The door swinging open once more, two men walk in, equally grabbing your attention; not sure who to keep your eyes on. Diluc having the brightest crimson hair like the hottest forge in the kingdom, announces his presence first, his crimson eyes like a passionate fire, glancing you up and down before kneeling to your feet. Lifting your foot, he places a soft kiss upon your heels, "Being in your presence is a great honor, Your Highness," he says with tenderness, causing your heart to skip a beat before he stands up, offering his brother.

Kaeya, having a playful smirk, laughs cheerfully, "You are quite the knockout, Your Highness, " he says flirtatiously, his deep blue eyes seemingly staring into your very core, making you feel vulnerable. Still, your heart couldn't stop skipping a beat as Kaeya reached forward, grasping a few strands of your hair, kissing it gently before pulling away.

With their greetings over, Zhongli announces the last and final suitor, "Hailing over Inazuma as the head of the Kamisato clan; we have Kamisato Ayato, accompanied by his sister, Kamisato Ayaka."

Ayato walking in with such a dignified grace catches your attention immediately; his sapphire eyes shining with affection as if they were smiling right at you, making you suck in your breath before he puts one hand on his chest, his other behind his back, you, bowing gracefully, not daring to make a move out of respect, "It is a great honor to be basked in your glory, Your Highness," he says with gentleness, his eyes never faltering from yours. Taking a step back, he joins the others in the line before you.

Eyeing each one before you, considering how they presented themselves, your heart still pounding away at the sheer beauty in front of you, you go over the candidates.

WITH WHOM DO YOU CHOOSE TO SPEND MORE TIME?

ALBEDO: A Prince with a mysterious past, careful and calculated, hiding a secret you couldn't possibly imagine. Do you want to carry the aura of the stars with him? Ch. 1 here

DILUC: First in line to the throne, he carries a heavy burden and blames himself for his father's death. Can you ignite the snuffed flame in his heart?

KAEYA: The flirtatious playboy who seems like the constant troublemaker, but behind his playful personality is a shroud of sadness and heartbreak. Can you melt his cold heart?

KAMISATO AYATO: A perfect gentleman but hard to read; he has a strong sense of duty, often losing himself in state affairs. Will you be able to gain his affections?

ZHONGLI: The head butler for as long as you can remember. A gentle yet stoic soul. Filled with wisdom, he often tutors you in state affairs. Having a one-sided love for him, can you finally show him how you truly feel and go against your father's wishes? [ROUTE LOCKED]

SCARAMOUCHE: An assassin sent to end your bloodline, starting with you. After failing, he can't help but keep watch over you from the shadows. Will you take the risk?[ROUTE LOCKED]

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