#but she was literally teaching you just how to stand in place and barely move your legs so it looks like you're kind of dancing

[doodlboy]

Just saw a YouTube tutorial for the most white woman dancing I've ever seen, deadass she was teaching you how to vaguely shuffle in place

#(wheeze) #she was super enthusiastic and stuff for sure which is good for her #but she was literally teaching you just how to stand in place and barely move your legs so it looks like you're kind of dancing #like #renata bliss with less energy and movement #elliot rambles #shitpostin

[iluvmattsbeard]

Wet Dreamz (m.s)

master list

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: smut and swearing

preview: matt and you were partners for a project. he unexpectedly started having sinful dreams about you, suddenly craving you ever since. one thing nobody knew; he was a virgin.

“y/n, you will be partnered with Matt.” the teacher says trying to grab your attention. “y/n? are you listening?” you snap out of your thoughts and look at him. “huh?” you ask. “you’re partnered with Matt for this project.” he replies with an unamused look. you look around before you look back at him. “who’s that?” you ask.

he lets out a sigh before speaking, “Matt raise your hand.” you look around again as you catch the eyes of a brown haired boy. you weren’t mad about it. he looked decent.

you get up and walk to where he was sitting. “next time y/n, i expect you to be paying attention. this project will effect your grade drastically if you do poorly.” you hear the teacher say looking at you. all you do is nod. you were barely passing the class.

Matt’s POV

i got paired with y/n. she didn’t even know who i was. i knew of her because she would get in trouble constantly due to her lack of focus. as she came to sit next to me, we clicked right away. we both dreaded school, but who doesn’t? as much as i didn’t like school, i still paid attention, unlike her, so i had to explain the whole point of the project to her.

we exchanged numbers after class so that we could talk about when we could meet up to work on it. we only had two weeks to complete it. i knew i had to stand on top of it because i know she won’t.

a few days pass, me and y/n still working on the project together, with us having to meet at lunch. i got to know a little bit more about her. she was pretty cool to talk to. we even started texting without talking about the project itself. so when this is done, it’d be cool to hang with her.

meeting during lunch really wasn’t a good idea. there was too much distractions. so i took the opportunity to invite her over to my place after school. she agreed and i ended up driving her with me once the final bell rang.

End of Matt’s POV

you and Matt were in his room as you sat on the floor. you were reading over some information from the website the teacher recommended and you were feeling overwhelmed. “all of this is hurting my head.” you say laying back on the floor. Matt lets out a small laugh as he responds, “me too. i don’t get how this will be beneficial in the future.” you shot up looking at him, “exactly! school is so bullshit to me. they don’t even teach real world shit.” you say sighing. “i agree. but i didn’t put up with almost 12 years of school just to fail.” he says. you groan, “right. it would be wasteful. i’m pretty sure you don’t have anything to worry about. my grades are literally on the edge of failing.” “well, i could help you.” he suggests. all you do is let out a laugh, “trust me, teaching me is hard.”

“i’ve been teaching you these past days. trust me i know.” Matt responds as you both let out a laugh. “it’s hot in here.” you say taking off your hoodie, pulling down your shirt as it lifted a bit. Matt looks at you as he catches a glimpse of your cleavage. he looks away quickly, clearing his throat. where has all of that been hiding? he wonders. “well let’s continue working on this.” he says trying to move past it. all you do is nod as you lay on your stomach continuously reading.

when you weren’t paying attention, Matt would stare at you slightly. he would stare at the way your tits were pressed against the floor, thinking how perfect they were.

after a few hours, Matt takes you home. “thank you for the ride.” you say smiling, slinging your backpack on one shoulder. “yeah of course” he replies. you open the door stepping out, but as you get up, your hoodie raises slightly revealing your thong peeking out above your jeans slightly. Matt catches a glimpse turning red. you shut the door and walk away. he sits there in his car for a bit as he gulps before driving away.

Matt arrives home tidying his room before going to bed. he picks up one of his notebooks as he sees a sticky note on it reading, ‘thank you for dealing with me as a partner - Y/N’.

he smiles at the note as he puts it down on his bed side table, getting into bed. as he lays there, he couldn’t help but think about what his eyes caught from you earlier. your cleavage and your thong. he couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Matt stop that.” he whispers to himself before shutting his eyes going to sleep.

Matt’s dream POV

you and Matt were sitting on your bed working on the project. Matt wasn’t paying attention to you as much and you were bothered by it. you took matters into your hands and you closed the book he was studying. you got on top of him, sitting on his lap as he gets caught off guard. you pull him into a passionate kiss and next thing you knew, you were under the covers tangled together naked.

End of Matt’s dream

Matt’s POV

i woke up sitting up quickly with my breathing uneven. what was that?! my heart was racing. did i just have a wet dream?!

i pulled up the covers to see a wet stain on top of the crotch of my sweats. what the fuck. this has never happened before. with y/n?! why? because of what i saw yesterday? i never even had sex before. how could i have easily dreamed of it? i gulp before getting up. i head to the bathroom to clean myself. i really can’t believe that just happened. now all i could do is replay it in my head. i groan at the thought.

after i got ready, i headed straight to school. on the drive there, i still couldn’t stop replaying everything that happened in my dream. even if i tried to distract myself, it wouldn’t go away. i needed it bad.

End of Matt’s POV

you and Matt were in class as you tried to tell him a story. all he was doing was nodding and staying quiet. “Matt? are you okay?” you question. he shakes his head before speaking, “yeah- yeah i’m good. sorry.” you give him a questionable look as you reply, “well you weren’t really paying attention as i spoke.” you laugh a bit. “oh i was.” he says with a nervous smile. “yeah okay.” you say turning your body straight, pretending to pay attention to the teacher.

Matt does the same as he groans quietly to himself. he didn’t know if he should tell you or not about what he imagined. he decided to shrug it off.

it was the end of the day again as you both end up at Matt’s house. you were standing up as you rehearsed your lines on what to say for the presentation. Matt just sat there looking lost. “Matt seriously what is wrong? i can’t do this without you, you know?” you say frustrated. “i’m sorry. i’ve just been having a hard time.” he responds scratching the back of his neck. “well we really need to focus on this. if you need to get something off your chest, do it now so we can continue.” you say. Matt hesitates before speaking, “okay well i sort of had an odd dream last night.” you look at him confused. “okay?” you reply. “it wasn’t a normal dream.” he continues.

“what? were you like having sex or something?” you ask jokingly with a laugh. but he just sits there staying silent with a blank face. “oh. oh! you did!” you exclaim. “who was it about?” asking with curiosity. “some random girl from class.” he says lying through his teeth. “so what’s the big deal?” you ask. “this your first time having a wet dream?” all he does is nod. you widen your eyes, “really? that’s new. i would’ve thought you were like every other guy constantly thinking about sex.” letting out a laugh. “why is it bothering you so much?”

“because, it’s weird. especially with this specific girl.” he responds. you raise an eyebrow before asking a question, “have you ever had sex before?” the question takes Matt by surprise as he responds quickly, “of course i have!” he lies. you let out a laugh. “okay! sorry! well then you shouldn’t be so weirded out. now come on. lets focus.” replying to him.

it still was eating him in the inside.

*time skip*

after the weeks flew by, you and Matt got an ‘A’ for your presentation. you decided to celebrate by treating Matt with fast food. you both sat on his bed eating. “thank you for being such a good partner.” you say with a smile taking a bite from your burger. “no, thank you.” he replies. you couldn’t help but notice he still was acting strange these past days. “Matt don’t tell me you’re still on about the sex dream.” you ask wiping your hands with a napkin. “you should just shoot your shot already since it’s eating you up. maybe she’ll feel the same.” he shakes his head, “i wouldn’t know how to approach her. plus, that’s weird. i had a sex dream about her and what? i just walk up to her and tell her that? that's creepy.” he replies. you laugh at his response. “well not quite but, i don’t like how you’re acting so off.” you say taking another bite.

Matt sighs as he shakes his head, “just forget it y/n. i’m fine.” you stop in your place as you shake your head. “okay that’s it.” placing the unfinished food on his side table. you wipe your mouth with a napkin as you look at him. it was silent for a bit until you spoke up, “do you want to kiss me?” you blurt out. Matt’s eyes widen. “what?” he asks.

Matt’s POV

i hesitated for a bit. “to help distract you.” she says with a small laugh. "uh- uh yeah sure." I say hesitantly. i mean i couldn’t pass up on the opportunity. i scoot closer to her. i’ve only ever kissed one other person and i don’t think it was good so maybe this will be different. i can hear my heart pounding out of my chest. i put my hand on her cheek as i lean in and kiss her softly. she scoots closer without breaking the kiss, putting her hands on my shoulders.

to her she might think this is just a distraction but, little did she know my dream was about her. we continue to kiss as she swings her leg around to straddle me. i put my hands on her waist as the kisses get heavier. i could feel myself get hard beneath her and i could tell she notices. i pull away from embarrassment, “i’m so sorry.” i say. all she does is smile and respond with, “it’s okay.” pulling me into another kiss. i could feel her start to grind against my clothed dick. i let out a small groan from the feeling. i pull away as i lay her down gently. “d-do you want to do this?” i say nervously but, i couldn’t expose the fact this would be my first. she nods as she kisses me again. she takes off my shirt as i do the same for her. i unbutton my jeans and pull them off leaving me in my boxers as she does the same with her pants leaving her in her under garments. i gulp looking at her body. come on Matt play it cool. we kiss again as she rubs my dick through my boxers. i really hope i’m big enough.

i reach into my drawer as i pull out a condom. i bought a box just in case i were to lose it. which i am now, so it was good preparation. i open rip off the deal as i look at her. “uh.. i haven’t done this in a while so.. i might not be as good.” i warn her lying. i’ve never done this at all. i had to prepare her just in case i cum quick. “it’ll be good” she reassures me. she takes the condom from my hand as i take off my boxers slowly. i see her eyes widen a bit as she slowly wraps the condom on my dick. i lay her back down, sliding her panties to the side, and align myself at her entrance. she gives me a smile as i look down at what i’m about to do. i push myself into her slowly as i watch her relax.

i hear her moan softly as i continue to push my full length into her. “shit.” i groan quietly. i watch her face as i start to thrust slowly. she shut her eyes as she bites her lip softly. i can’t believe this is happening. my dream finally coming true. i pick up the pace as i put both my hands on her sides. “yes just like that.” she moans out putting her hands on my chest. i kiss her as i continue to go deeper into her keeping my fast tempo.

“fuck Matt you feel so good.” she moans. every time she spoke i felt my dick twitch. her moans were heavenly. “you’re so perfect.” i whisper to her. i lay myself on her slightly as she scratches my back. her scratches were hard as i feel the slight sting.

all my worries disappear once i find out i’m actually doing a good job. she made me feel a bit more confident. as soon as i was about to cum i pull out because i wanted to keep pleasing her. i pull her by her thighs as i put my head in between her legs. i start licking at her folds softly as she lets out a breath. i then start sliding my tongue up and down, swirling my tongue on her clit. i felt her grip my hair lightly. “oh Matt.” she moans. “you taste so good.” i say continuing to eat her out. “Matt i’m going to cum.” she says as i start to suck on her clit. she throws her head back as she arches her back, shoving her pussy more into my face. “yes Matt just like that!” she screams out as she cums all over my mouth.

i get back up as i lick my lips, realigning myself as i thrust back into her sensitive core. she gasps as she grips onto my arms. i thrust at a fast pace before cumming inside her into the condom. “oh fuck.” i moan out.

we were both catching our breath as i pull out of her. i take off the condom and throw it in the trash. "you must be a pro or something. that was incredible.” she says sitting up putting her clothes on.

good to know. little did she know, i ain't ever did this before.

a/n: not my best work lol. likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! thank you :) - L 🤍

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets imagines #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #Spotify

[moons-dunes]

Patience

For Kinktober - Prompt: Tabletop

18+ Only MDNI

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Steven Grant x female reader

Summary: Steven teaches you a lesson in patience

A/N: This one is quite short. I’ve been having some issues in my personal life and it’s drained my creative energy a fair bit. Hopefully I’ll be back on my feet soon.

WC: ~1k

This work contains: dom Steven my beloved, Cockwarming, mild brief nipple play, rough PiV, sex on Steven’s desk, short and sweet. Please let me know if I missed anything.

“She was quite interesting really, Hatshepsut. Real shame that so many of her statues and paintings were destroyed after her death.”

Steven’s voice was right next to your ear, but your mind was somewhere else entirely.

You were honestly impressed with how casually he was speaking, especially since his cock was buried so deep in your dripping pussy. He might as well have been talking about the weather with how calm and collected he was.

You, on the other hand, were a hot mess. Quite literally. Sweaty and panting.

You should have known better than to bug Steven while he was wrapped up in a book, but you were feeling impatient. You were craving him.

It had started with you just sitting on his lap while he was at his desk, but after awhile he got tired of your incessant squirming and subtle grinding against him.

“You’re going to sit here like a good girl until I’ve finished what I’m doing, yeah?” He had warned as he pushed you up against the desk just to yank your pants and underwear off, removing his own as well before sitting you down on his half-hard cock.

He had the back of your knees hooked over his, leaving your legs dangling out to the sides. One of his arms was wrapped around your middle, holding you tight.

You couldn’t get any friction no matter how much you wanted to.

“Are you listening, darling?” His breath was hot against your ear as he spoke, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “You seemed pretty enthusiastic earlier.”

“Steven… please,” you whined as you let your head fall against his shoulder, breathing hard.

“Do I look like I’m done, my love?” He questioned quietly but firmly, bringing his hand up from his book to pet your hair. “Enough whining. Be patient.”

He shifted his hips ever so slightly, making you tense against him as you tried to choke back another high pitched whine.

You were so sensitive, each little shift of his hips and twitch of his cock was the sweetest kind of torture.

As sweet as Steven was, he could also be absolutely ruthless sometimes.

He went back to turning the pages of his book, pushing his glasses up occasionally while you held back little whines.

It seemed like forever until he placed his bookmark between the pages, putting his book on a nearby chair as he decided to take pity on you.

“Was that so difficult?” He teased as his hands travelled under your pajama shirt, grabbing your tits to massage them. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers pinched your nipples, pulling on them a bit. “Does my good girl want her reward?”

You nodded frantically, crying out as his hips moved again. You couldn’t hold back your whimpering groans any longer as you felt his cock throbbing inside of you.

You sounded so pathetic.

He lifted you off of him to stand up and lay you down on the desk, leaving your soaked hole clenching around nothing. He quickly filled you again as he settled between your legs, resting your calves on his hips.

Steven wasted no time before he started pounding into you, each thrust punching a jerky moan out of you as you finally got the friction you desperately needed.

The sound of the legs of the desk scraping against the floor filled the living room, barely outweighing the sound of skin slapping against skin and your wet pussy.

“Better now, love?” He asked through his moans, smiling down at you. “See what happens when you have a bit of patience?”

“Thank you, thank you,” you rasped, surprised you could even form words.

His hands grabbed your legs, placing your ankles on his shoulders rather than on his hips. The new angle had him hitting that magical spot in you over and over.

“S-Steven!” You stuttered out through a broken whine, your hands scrambling against his shoulders and gripping his shirt tightly.

Your mind was buzzing, head spinning as Steven fucked your sensitive hole.

His chest was pressed against yours, pinning you underneath him. His lips found your neck, sucking marks into your tender skin as his hips slapped against your ass.

“Still so tight for me,” he muttered in your ear, burying his face in your hair with a satisfied moan.

He pushed you further up so he could climb on top of you, letting your legs fall across the edges of the desk as his thrusts grew faster.

Your pussy clenched down hard around him as you came with a shuddering shout, your fingers digging into his clothed shoulders desperately.

“That’s it, love,” he praised you sweetly, his hips stuttering and his thrusts growing shallow as he reached his orgasm. “Such a good girl.”

He kept thrusting hard, both of you moaning against each other.

The legs of the desk kept creaking loud, but it quickly became background noise as Steven fucked both of you through your highs.

Through the haze of your climax you heard a loud crack, then suddenly both you and Steven were on the floor with a crash before you could react.

You both yelped as you hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of you.

“Sorry, love!” Steven apologized profusely, pulling out of you and pulling you into his arms protectively as he knelt on the floor.

He cradled your head against him, immediately making sure you weren’t hurt. Thankfully you were both okay.

“Bloody cheap furniture,” he grumbled when he saw the broken leg of the desk, now bent underneath the rest of it. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, looking back and laughing when you realized what had happened as your mind cleared. Steven started laughing with you, relieved when he heard your tired giggles.

“Well then,” you chuckled, looking back at him and away from the busted desk. “I guess we won’t be doing that again anytime soon.”

#steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant #moon knight #moon knight smut #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

[lovelybrooke]

The Wrath of a Family (Platonic Yandere Ellie and Joel x reader.)

A/N: So, this is a request by someone who wished to remain anonyms and I was really interested in the idea. It takes place during ep.8 (so like warning for literally all of that) Also I'll be honest, the torturing scene was just taken from the episode and rewritten to fit the reader. Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoy.

Everything was so, so, cold.

The air in the basement you resided in was thick. You didn't know if it was because of the sickness radiating around you, or if it was just your imagination.

You open your eyes to see Ellie and Joel laying on the ground next to you. Joel wasn't awake and Ellie barely was, slipping in and out of consciousness. Somewhere along the line, Ellie contracted something which rendered her unable really anything without being in excruciating pain. That, along with Joel being shot, has put a lot of pressure on you to keep them safe. Luckily, Ellie was able to give him... something, that would help him, before she got too sick. But as she slowly became sicker, it became your responsibility to make sure everyone was okay.

You slowly get up off the ground, your body aching due to the awkward position you were previously laying in. You shuffle over to your bag, digging around looking for any food. The best you could find is a few pieces of stale bread. You look over at Ellie and Joel, contemplating just eating the bread yourself as your stomach rumbles. You choose to not succumb to temptation though.

"Ellie. Ellie, wake up." You shake her as softly as you can in order to not bother her or Joel who is laying right next to her. You can feel how hot Ellie is even though her clothes, and you almost withdrawal your hand to keep it from the heat. "You need to eat." You put the bread near her nose, hoping she smells it and wakes up, but to no avail. Her unresponsiveness makes you want to cry. You don't know what to do. You're scared, and you're so hungry.

Wrapping up the bread in some paper, you place it down near Ellie. "Ellie, you need to eat." You whisper. You look at Joel, who is just as unresponsive, except for a few short breaths. "You need to share with Joel." Your eyes move from Joel to his bag which is resting on the wall. You spot the gun next to is and almost like it was calling out to you, you rush over and grab it, swinging it over your shoulder while trying to be as quiet as possible. You crouch down near Joel, watching as his breath rises and fall. You wipe your eyes at tears that threaten to fall. "I'll be back soon, I promise." There was no response from either of them.

Slowly, you rise from your position near Joel to walk to the door. Once in the living room of the old house, you move a nearby dresser to block entry. You take a deep breath before walking outside and towards the forest. You need to be brave.

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Moments like this was when you hated Joel the most for not teaching you anything about guns or how to aim. You've been trying to the last roughly 30 minutes to shoot something, but you've kept just barely missing. At this point, it would just be better going back to Joel and Ellie. Your stomach refused though, growling in intense pain. You haven't eaten in days, choosing to give everything to Joel and Ellie, and it's started to affect you. You've been seeing dots in your vision, constant headaches, and you not as vigilant as you were before. You also know Joel and Ellie are getting worse, and they need to eat something of substances. So, you choose to push past the pain in order to help them.

You continue your routine of aiming and missing until you hear rustling in the distance, louder than anything an animal would make. You stand, to quickly you assume, since you are met with a harsh pain in your head. You groan but try to focus on where the noise was coming from, holding the gun near you for protection. Staying completely as silent as possible, you watch as a pale man, along with others, come stalking towards you. Point the gun near them, you watch as the man in the middle raises his hands, telling his men you not shoot you.

"I apologize for scaring you like that, my child." He said calmly, your stance not faltering. "We mean no harm, just passing through."

"Just passing through the middle of the woods?" You questioned, your grip tightening on the gun.

The man let out a curt laugh, his eyes piercing right through you. He lowers his hands to his sides and motions to the environment around you.

"You've caught me." He smiled, causing your stomach to churn. "I heard gunshots and assumed it was the man who killed one of my friends." His look became harsh, almost accusatory. "You wouldn't happen to know here he is, would you?"

"No." The words came out without hesitation. Your strong façade became weaker and weaker as you watched this man walk closer to you, close enough to put his hand on your shoulder. You were frozen by fear, too afraid to even think about shooting your gun as it slowly falls to your side. He leans down near your ear, his hot breath causing you to cringe, almost letting out a whimper which you have to stifle down.

"Don't lie to me." You could feel his gaze on you, even as you looked straight ahead near the two other men. His gaze was almost soft, which made you feel even more disgusted. "It will hurt more if you do."

In a moment of panic, you move away from the man, raising the gun again. Before you could shoot, he grabs the gun quickly and pull it towards him, jolting you forward enough to allow him to hit you in the stomach. You let go of the gun, clutching your stomach in pain, which grants one of his lackies the opportunity to hit you on the back of the head with the butt of his gun. You yell out, the pain in your head overwhelming as you succumb to darkness.

"Find the man. I'll deal with them."

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Joel was confused. Where was he? Where was his gun? Wait, where are you? He shoots up, hissing at the pain in his side. He lifts his shirt, a bright red scar greeting him. He frowns deeply, letting his shirt fall as he gets up, shuffling around Ellie who is stirring next to him.

"(Y/N)? Where are you! Kid!" He yells, Ellie groaning beneath him. Your bag is here, so where could you be? His breath picks up, prompting him to grab his side as it pulses in pain. "I'm not joking, come out!" He was angry, his voice loud.

"Why are you yelling." Ellie was awake, her skin visibly sticky from sweat.

"Where's your sibling Ellie?" Joel probed, his eyes narrowing at her. She looks at him confused.

"What?" She asked. Joel crouched down and grabbed Ellie by the shoulders, pushing his face closer to hers.

"WHERE IS (Y/N)!" He yelled, disregard for the situation they were in. Ellie's eyes widened, her head shaking.

"I don't... I don't know." She begins to panic, "Shit! They were just here!" She yelled, looking around the room. Joel rushes to the door, pushing it this force when it doesn't open.

"Fuck!" He shouts. Ellie is rushing around the room, getting everything packed up. Her eyes are filled with tears as she clearly doesn't know what to do.

suddenly, a harsh bump stops all movement from both persons. The listen as the sound moves closer and closer their location. Joel puts a finger to his lips, motioning for Ellie to be quiet as he creeps away from the door. His breath is in his throat as he listens to the person move the object blocking the door and slowly enter. Immediately, Ellie shoots him, watching as he falls to the ground. Joel kicks the gun away from him and watches as he bleeds out with zero remorse. Joel takes the gun from Ellie and walks into the main room, where two other men were pointing a gun at him.

Joel wastes no taking the men out, dragging one onto a chair, tying him to it. Joel left the other man alone for now as he looks at Ellie, "Go find them." He directed. Ellie nodded as she hurried out of the house.

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The first thing you noticed when you awoke was your nose was bleeding. You bring your hand to it, watching as your fingers were covered in blood. You try sniff the blood back up, hissing in pain when you do so, gripping your nose. The next thing you notice was that you were in a cage.

The room around you stunk of blood, you didn't know if that was yours or someone else's. You stand up, your head spinning, and attempt to unlock the gate. It didn't budge however, even as you tug and pull. The sound of the door opening causes you to move into the very corner of the room, trying to camouflage yourself into the wall. The same man who attacked you in the woods entered, your eyes widening.

"How are you?" He paced around the cage, you move away from him, much to his displeasure. You remanded silent as he came closer.

"I promise you; everything will be fine if you tell me where your father is."

"You're lying." You don't acknowledge the father comment. The ma grimaces, gripping the bars of the cage.

"You're lying right now." He pointed out, getting no response out of you. "He killed one of my friends."

"He was going to kill me."

"So, he had to kill him?" You don't know how to respond, so you just glare at him. The man sighs and walks back towards the door, he turns to look back at you, watching as you sit down on the ground.

"We will find him." He says, "And once we do, he, along with you and your friend, will die." You didn't respond, just breath quietly.

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The bloodied man grunts as Joels fist meets his face for another time.

"Leave him alone." The man sitting in the back, tied up says. Joel looks at him quickly.

"You're next." He responds, pulling out a knife, scaring the disheveled man in front of him.

"Please. I don't know who you're talking about." Joel stabs him, the man yelling out in pain, but Joel doesn't acknowledge it, just stares at the man behind him. "Marco" the man calls out, Joel gripping his hair, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"He can't help you. You focus right here." Joel growls, shaking the man's head as he moans in pain. "Or I'll pop your fuckin' kneecap off." The man looked down in order to break away from Joel's intense gaze.

"They're alive." He whimpers out.

"Where?" Joel demands. When he doesn't answer, Joel twists the knife in this knee, the squelching sounds reverberating around the room.

"Fuck! Fuck! The town!" He cries out. Joel's rage heightens.

"WHAT TOWN?!" Joel roars, getting closer to the man.

"Silver lake." He replies weakly, Joel pushing him back, his head filling with pain. Joel pulls out a map and looks for the town, "It's not a real town name. It's a resort." Joel looked at him, confused.

"A resort." He remains silent, prompting Joel to rip the knife out from his knee. Joel pushes his head back once again, prying the man's mouth open, shoving the hilt knife that was once in his knee into his bloodied mouth as he groans in protest. Joel brings the map close to him.

"You're gonna point to where we are and where your "resort" is. And it better be the exact same spot your buddy points to." Marco shuffles, attempting to get free as Joel talks. The man whimpers out a small 'okay' the best he can with the knife in his mouth. Joel moves away, watching as he makes a spot on the map with the knife.

He spits the knife out, eying Joel once he is finished. "Thats where we are. I swear." Joel doesn't look at him, just the map. "Go ask him. He'll tell you. I'm not lying." Joel stabs him without a second thought. Marco cries out as he watches his friend die. He thrashes in his bindings, attempting to find some way to break free.

"Why the fuck would you do that, he told you what you wanted!" Marco shouts in anger, watching as Joel picks up a lead pipe and stalks towards him. "You motherfucker. Fuck you." He proclaims. "I ain't telling you shit." Joel shakes his head.

"It's okay. I believe him." The man cries as Joel brings the pipe down onto his head.

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You must've fallen asleep because when you wake up, you smell smoke. Coughing, you squint near the door, noticing bright red flames peak out from underneath. Your heartrate picks up as you begin to violently shake the door.

"Someone, help me." You yell, smoke filling your lungs. "Joel! Ellie! Please, help me." You sob. The metal bars start to become hot, your hands burning as you continue to shake them.

You cries become louder and louder, both from the situation and because your hands were becoming severally burnt.

"Please.... someone." You yell out again, weakly.

"(Y/N)?!" You hear someone yell out.

"I'm in here." You respond. Your breath picks up when Ellie walks into the room, rapidly unlocking the door despite the heat. You ignore the blood that covered her body as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the room and that was burning down. The main dining room was a mess, fire consuming it. In the middle, however, was the same man who attacked and kidnapped you, laying in a pile of his own blood, brutally scared. You looked back at Ellie and then the man, putting two and two together. Ellie doesn't acknowledge your gaze, simply too focused with leading you out of the fiery building.

Once outside, you collapsed to the ground, your entire body screaming in pain. Your nose was so bloody that you could barely breath, and the skin on your hands were so burnt the dead skin was pealing over, exposing the other bloody layer of skin. You were too tired to notice Ellie hugging you, sobbing loudly.

"I-I'm sorry." She wept, burying her head into the corner of your neck. You attempt to pat her head, but it hurts your hand too much, so you choose to bury it in the snow. You look around, watching as the snow falls. It's so peaceful, you could fall asleep.

"(Y/N)?" You look over to the noise, being greeted with Joel. He's limping, also covered in blood, and your bag is slung over his shoulder. He runs over to you, falling down to embrace you, cradling your head, he brings you in to his chest. Ellie, still attached to your side, moves in closer, refusing to let you go.

You let out a weak sob as Joel begins to cry as well, "You're okay, you're good. I'm here." You continue to cry as he speaks.

"I'm sorry for leaving." You spoke to the both of them. You feel Ellie shake her head. Joel hugs you tighter.

"It's okay. You're safe now." He watches the building in front of him burn, "We'll never leave you alone again."

A/N: Honestly, I think this is my best work yet.

#yandere x reader #platonic yandere #soft yandere #joel miller #yandere joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x platonic!reader #platonic joel miller #yandere ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #yandere the last of us #the last of us x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #yandere #yandere fanfiction #x reader

[givemea-dam-break]

hey i have a request for lockwood x reader! where maybe the reader hasn’t ever learned how to dance, and lockwood ends up teaching her for a case or just randomly??

a/n: oh how i love this idea. thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy!!!

warnings: none gn reader

"I don't understand why it's at all relevant that I'm able to dance."

Lockwood laughs from his armchair, momentarily looking away from his magazine. "We've been invited to a party in the building we're stealing something from. We have to look somewhat natural. Besides, you're going to stay back and be a distraction. What better way to distract than to dance with someone?"

"I can list a few ways," you grumble, beginning to count them off on your fingers. "Activate salt sprinklers, release rabid dogs from the shelter, go streaking, arson -"

"And yet I don't think you'd like to do any of those." He pauses. "I also don't want you doing any of those. Especially streaking."

"I for one would be happy to commit arson."

"No time for joking, (name), we've a heist to plan."

He grins at you and, despite the sly glint in his eyes, you smile, too. It fades as soon as he puts his magazine down and stands, reaching out a hand.

"Oh, no, no, I can dance just fine. I don't need practice."

"You are hopeless at dancing."

"Then get Lucy to be the distraction!"

All of a sudden, you're pulled onto your feet. Lockwood's hand holds yours tightly, not enough to hurt, and no matter how many times you try to pull it away, he doesn't let go.

"Lucy would scare everyone off - she's not the friendliest of people."

"I'll have you know that I'm not the friendliest either."

He eyes the hand you're about to shove him with, gently grabs it to prevent the action, and laughs. "That I can see, but more people like you. Lucy agrees."

"I hate you both."

"Come on. Just a little practice."

It's not like you have much choice. He switches on an old speaker, already set up with a CD of some sort, and quiet music flows from it as he turns back to you. His smile is softer now, more private, as he places your arms over his shoulders The moment he touches your waist, sparks shoot up your body, and your skin feels hot.

"How do you even know how to dance?" you ask as he begins to sway, taking you with him.

"Well, this is literally just moving from foot to foot. A three-year-old could do this." His laugh makes your blood feel like it's been ignited. "My mum used to dance with me when I was little. Nothing advanced, barely anything more than what we're doing now."

The answer takes you by shock a little. Lockwood tries to avoid talking about his family as much as possible, so even this little insight into his family is a big step for him - for you both. You feel honoured that he's even decided to tell you.

He's right, though, it's not a complicated dance at all. Slowly, you both turn, still swaying from foot to foot, and he even throws in a spin, twirling you under his arm. You find yourself laughing despite your hesitance to practice.

With cases flooding in, and most nights spent actually completing them, you don't get much time to really spend time with Lockwood, so you're grateful for it now.

You try not to focus on how it feels to have his hands holding you close, or the feeling of his breaths ruffling your hair slightly. His smile is dazzling and it has butterflies swarming in your stomach, and, even through your woollen jumper, you can feel the heat of his hands.

Maybe it's the feeling of being so comfortable with him that lets you rest your head on his shoulder. Breathing in the scent of him, you smile happily.

"I wouldn't recommend doing that with any other dance partners," Lockwood says. His voice sounds breathy.

"Why not?" you murmur playfully.

His fingers twitch on your waist. You can feel his breath tickling your ear. "I think I'd get a little jealous."

"Anthony Lockwood? Jealous? Never!"

He laughs, pulling you closer.

It's not like your feelings for each other are unknown. Both of you know how the other feels, but nothing has come of it yet. You've both been too busy with cases and trying to get an acceptable amount of sleep to be able to function, but the feelings have always been there, waiting patiently to go that small step forward.

Now, with your chests pressed together as you sway softly, it feels like you might implode, desperate for that step.

When the music ends, neither of you moves. Your arms stay looped around his neck, and his hands are still firmly planted on your waist. You can feel his heartbeat pounding against your own.

Pulling your head from his shoulder, you smile. "I think I'll be a great distraction tonight."

His eyes flicker across your face. "Well, you've been a great one many times before."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Do."

Your faces are impossibly close. A hair barely separates the two of you. You don't miss the way his gaze lingers on your lips.

"Lockwood?"

"Mm?"

"Kiss me, won't you?"

He doesn't even hesitate. He barely has to move before his lips are on yours, and his soul encompasses yours. It's exhilarating, relieving, and you can't get enough of it. Now, finally being able to feel his kiss, it's like there's an insatiable hunger within you. You never want to stop.

But you do, breathing heavily as you look up at him.

"We should have dance practice more often," he says, grinning.

"Perhaps we should."

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #x reader #fanfiction #givemea-dam-break

[whaleofatjme1920]

OH YOU KNOW WHY IM HERE EL

We talked it about it briefly in discord,, but like rite of passage flight maybe a little Neytiri sprinkled in?

Thank you so much, you know I won't shut up about this.

Iknimaya

[Neytiri x GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none but language? You'll be fine.]

[AN: First Avatar related ask! 1732 words <3]

You never dreamed that you would be here, standing on a bridge made of tangled roots and gorgeously emerald plant life while looking up at the mountains that make you think “hallelujah”. This place, in Na’vi is called Ayram, and it quite literally means “floating mountain." What else could you call it? It looks like it’s been plucked from someone’s dream. You are a sky person, a dream walker, not born of this planet but grew up hearing of its splendor. You can feel the rock and dirt beneath your feet as you crawl upwards, following the mighty Ikrana Maktoyu, Tsu'tey, who carves the path ahead for you. One wrong move will send you plummeting to your death, and you know Dr. Augustine will be furious as a result. 

Jake is climbing alongside you. He’s the blockhead that replaced his twin brother after he was murdered for the paper in his wallet. He’s for the largest smile on his blue face, his teeth glinting in the sun. Higher and higher the two of you climb, running along the sides of the carved faces as if it’s second nature. And because the two of you have been so “lovingly” nurtured by Neytiri herself, it really does feel like second nature. It’s gorgeous up here. Thick clouds of fog wrap around your limbs and through your dark hair like delicately woven blankets before parting like the sheer curtains of a stage.

You can already hear the ikran where they roost high up in the mountains. As you and Jake trade glances and move further and further up to Ayram’s highest peaks, you hear them. Some of them are chattering amongst each other, others beginning to circle their newest visitors. You wonder if these large, birdlike creatures are used to Iknimaya, or if they remain surprised at the domestication of their friends who fight tooth and nail. 

Tsu’Tey brings the relatively small group to a cave just before the large cluster of Ikran as they carry about their business, preening and hissing at one another in a language only they can understand. Their cries are almost deafening, but you love how they send adrenaline piercing through your veins. The tall warrior finishes his speech, giving a fair amount of attention to the natural born Na’vi and then giving his scorn and disdain to you and Jake. He narrows his eyes on you. 

“What about you, Reader?” He asks in a taunting tone. “Will you go first?” His yellow eyes narrow at you as if he’s trying to test you. 

You hardly open your mouth to speak when you hear the excited cheering of the woman who has been teaching you and Jake since you managed to bullshit your way into the Omaticaya. She’s riding atop Seze, a flash of sapphire and Emerald as she perches the large Ikran at one of the large openings in the cave. There’s a beaming smile on her lips as she shows her teeth, looking over the group of warriors with admiration and fire in her eyes. Her hand reaches up to the space just barely between her eyebrows before she gently flicks it forward to Tsu’Tey, then Jake, and finally you. You awkwardly manage to return the gesture but mirror her smile regardless. 

She sees you, and you see her. 

“Reader is going first,” Tsu’Tey chuckles as he pushes you forward. 

You suck in a sharp breath but feel Jake’s hand on your back. He pats you a few times and you feel some of the anxiety alleviate. You slowly will yourself forward, feeling the slight wetness of the rock due to the waterfall that rushes and trickles down from its highest peak near you, your ears twitching at your heart pouncing in your chest and your hand gripping tight the yimkxa that had been thrown your way on the way up. You catch Neytiri’s face as you walk forwards. Your pupils squint slightly at the light of the sun. 

Neytiri walks beside you before her hands rest on your back and chest. “An ikran is not a horse. One rider throughout their entire life. You will feel this,” her hand presses into your chest over your heart, “deep inside. You will choose him as much as he chooses you.” Her voice is soft in your ear as if she’s sharing a secret only she wants you to hear. “You will only have one chance.”

You gulp thickly and nod. “And… How will I know he chooses me?” 

“He will try to kill you.” With those words, she urges you forward. 

Like a newborn faun learning to walk, you step out, your hand gripping the yimkxa as if your life depended on it. And, from what you understand with successfully completing the Iknimaya, it really does. Your tail swishes to help keep your balance and your nerves in check. Some of the large ikran scatter when they see you, spiraling like jets as they screech into the air. Neytiri is following you from a distance, hissing at some of the large creatures herself as if to cover for you and weed out the ones she does not find worthy of you. 

And finally, near the most dense part of this steep, you feel it. There is a massive purple ikran fanning her wings in the hot sun as the light passes through the stained glass like tips. She’s preening the splashes of blue that cover her chest and back. She looks relaxed until she spots her multiple yellowed eyes on you. Instantly, she lurches forward, hissing and screeching at you, threatening to tear your heart from your chest. 

You yell in surprise and dance around her, skillfully dodging her black teeth. You ready the yimkxa as you pay little attention to the other ikran darting out of your way. You pant slightly as you dodge her jaws and her razor like wings, threatening to throw you from the top of the mountain. You can hear the cheers from your fellow Omaticaya, Jake especially. He and Neytiri are screaming at you to make tsaheylu. But it’s hard! You’re scraping your skin over the rocks and getting tripped up the roots and she’s not backing up her endeavor in mauling you alive. 

You decide to do what you think is best. When you sidestep her once more, you jump out to the rock, climbing upwards. “This could work really well, or really bad,” you mumble to yourself as you watch her look around for you, confused on where you’d gone. She’s flustered and a bit tired from trying to kill you. You steel yourself on the ledge before taking in a deep breath. The yimkxa in your hand is ready to perform its duty. You take a leap of faith. A large cry escapes your lips from the sheer insanity of the plan as you jump down on her back and wrap the yimkxa tight around her mouth. 

You grunt and hiss at her as she hisses back, all of her eyes glaring daggers at you. She’s wrestling you hard and kicking up dust and rock, her large wings struggling to get you off. You growl as you reach for your tswin and use your body weight to keep her head down. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” You cry out in exasperation as you finally grip onto her tswin. Her wings are pounding at the rock. Hell, she’s even flying upwards to try and buck you off. You forget the physical pain your avatar is feeling before finally connecting with her, both of your pupils going wide. 

You take in deep, slow breaths. “You okay?” You ask softly as you slowly begin to peel the yimkxa from her mouth. You pat her cheek a few times as she smacks her mouth, mostly getting used to being orally free before seeming to nod at you. In the back, you can hear those you came up with excitedly congratulating you, but your focus is on the ikran you’ve just bagged as your own. You move down her neck to relieve the pressure to rest near the base, slowly letting her adjust herself. 

“Way to fucking go!” Jake yells, clearly excited to see you wrestle the massive creature to the ground. He hooting and hollering for you, pumping his fists up. Tsu’Tey catches your gaze for a moment and you swear you can see the ghost of a smile on his lips as he crosses his arms and nods at you. 

Neytiri’s excitement is a little more reserved, but you can see her crawl forwards to the creature, speaking in Na’vi to it like a child as if to soothe her. “Reader,” she begins as she gently gets the creature to lift her head. “You need to seal the bond. First flight is the most important. Tell her to fly.” 

“Tell her to fly-?!” Your ikran runs towards the edge of the floating mountain, once again determined to buck you off as she starts careening towards the ground. You’re screaming too, grasping at her tightly as she keeps spiraling downwards. You’re cutting through the fog like it’s nothing as she tries her hardest to get you off her back. “What the fuck is wrong with you-” you breathe out as you pull her head upwards, guiding her away from the plummeting to the ground. 

She crashes into rock purposely, not caring if she bruises and scrapes you. 

“Stop throwing a tantrum!” You command, your voice booming. Your tail swishes in annoyance, ears flattened against your scalp. 

And just like that, she stops. She levels out, her large wings gliding through the air like a hot knife through butter. “That’s my girl,” you murmur in a slightly relieved tone, guiding her back upwards to meet the others' gaze. Neytiri is beaming at you. She runs back to Seze and the two fly off the mountain, joining you in the air. Neytiri calls to you and it looks like the sun is shining through her eyes just seeing you. 

You feel the wind rush through your hair as you get used to the ikran breathing much easier as hers touches wings with yours. She once again lifts her hand to the space between her eyebrows and gently waves it towards you. 

With your heart fluttering, you return the gesture. 

She sees you, and you see her. 

#avatar x reader #james cameron avatar #james cameron avatar x reader #neytiri #neytiri x reader #jake sully #tsu'tey #neytiri headcanon #ikran

[melodyschaos]

Cool!

In that case, could I request Sun Wukong and Macaque(can be poly or separate, whichever you rather) dealing with the aftermaths of a reader(they/he) who lost their dominant arm during the fight against Corrupted Wukong? Maybe they lost it when pushing Macaque out of the way of Wukong's lazor eyes or maybe Wukong himself ripped it off when they were trying to talk him into regaining control?

As a bonus, what would the monkeys think if Red Son built reader a new, robotic arm?

Feel free to deny the request! I wish you a speedy recovery btw! Don't push yourself, eat well, stay hydrated, get enough rest and be pround of your works cuz they're amazing!💖✨

!!!SPOILER WARNING FOR LEGO MONKIE KID SPECIALS!!! “Don’t look at it, just keep looking at me.” Y/N was laying down in a recovery room in Red Son’s castle. They’d been brought here after the battle against LBD for treatment, and had just woken up. They tried not to turn their head to the right. They knew the limb should be gone, but they still felt the weight. It was horrible. They tried not to remember the excruciating pain, feeling everything pull to the limit and snap... He felt his head start to turn, but Macaque grabbed his chin and forced it to keep still.

“Don’t look. You’ll only freak yourself out. Wait until Crimson Kid’s done.”

“It’s Red Son.” The fire demon was on Y/N’s right, working on something Macaque didn’t let them see. They felt a heavier weight where his arm should be and bit their lower lip against the expectation of pain, but none came. After a few tugs, she was done. “Alright Y/N, try to wiggle your fingers.”

After a few deep breaths, Y/N tried... and felt something move. Macaque let out a breath of relief. “So how long will this work for?”

“As long as it’s not seriously damaged. You’re both lucky my father’s used to machinery. He’ll have to visit me every few months for maintenance, and eventually I’ll teach them how to clean it out. Y/N, try lifting your arm slowly up and down.”

Macaque took Y/N’s organic hand. They slowly began lifting...and felt something rise. He slowly turns his head to see a completely bionic limb attached to where their shoulder would be. Their eyes widened as they turned it this way and that, examining how their fingers moved. He whispered, “I don’t know if I want to throw up or scream.”

“A thank you would be nice. What about...the Monkey King?”

Macaque frowned. “What about him?”

“He’s waiting outside. Y/N, is he allowed in?”

Y/N instantly tensed up. During the fight against the Lady Bone Demon, Wukong had been possessed. Y/N had tried to snap him out of it, but he’d grabbed their arm and started pulling and pulling until-

Macaque put his arms around Y/N, being careful of their shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, I can talk to him if you need me to.”

“I don’t know. I know he didn’t mean to, and I know it wasn’t his fault, but...maybe if I talk to him it’ll help.”

“It’s okay.” The shadow monkey got up. “I’ll be right back.” He gave Y/N a kiss on the forehead before exiting the room, leaving just them and Red Son. After the fire demon made the final adjustments, she placed her tools back in their box.

“Call me if anything goes wrong, or you feel any severe pain. Your medicine is on the bedside table, take it every six hours as needed.” They hesitated for a few seconds. “When my father was possessed, he said...horrible things and tried to hurt my mother and I thinking we were traitors. He wasn’t in his right mind, and when he came back he barely remembered anything he’d done. If it’s any comfort, the same should go for the Monkey King. He didn’t mean to hurt you, and he didn’t consciously do it.”

“Thanks, Red Son.”

The flame demon left, leaving Y/N alone. They exhaled and let the panic sink in a moment. THEIR ARM WAS GONE, IT WAS LITERALLY GONE! He felt where the cold metal met warm, bruised flesh. This didn’t feel real. When the door opened again, Y/N took a deep breath and stuffed away the anxiety. Wukong was standing there, looking extremely nervous. His eyes fell on the bionic arm and tears sprang to his golden eyes. Macaque was behind him, arms crossed. 

“Go on, Peaches.”

The Monkey King opened his mouth, but closed it. He slowly walked over to Y/N and took his organic hand in both of his own. “I never ever wanted to do this, if I could have stopped myself, I-” He broke off, tears spilling down his face. “I’m so so sorry I hurt you. You’re the most important person in my life Y/N. If...if you can even stand to be around me one more second, I want to try to make it right. Whatever you want, just say the word, I’ll do it.”

Y/N put their bionic hand over the Monkey King’s. “Look, Wukong... it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do it on purpose, but I think it’s gonna take some time. I don’t hate you, but I was so scared. Maybe we can find some kind of couple’s therapy or something, but for now...” They opened their arm for a hug.

Wukong carefully hugged them, laying his head on their shoulder, sobbing into their neck. Macaque went to Y/N’s other side and hugged them. It might take years, it might take decades, but they could heal from this with time.

#lmk #legomonkiekid #lmk x reader #lmk wukong #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk wukong x reader #lmk six eared macaque #lmk macaque #lmk macaque x reader #lmk six eared macaque x reader #lmk monkey king x reader #lmk monkey king x reader x six eared macaque #lmk wukong x reader x macaque #lmk x reader polygamy #lmk x reader polymerous #lmk x reader angst #lmk wukong x reader x macaque angst

[that-fanperson-meg]

so I’ve made the decision to post these chapters as I finish them so I give you chapter four of….

Six Times That Twilight Knight Was There For His Siblings (and one time they were there for them)

Even into the next day, the sneezing didn’t stop. However it had become so infrequent that Twilight Knight had just learned to accept it and move on. 

They had work that needed to be done, and a little headache and a case of the sniffles wouldn’t stop that. Besides, he was a Meta-Knight! They were strong, and nothing was meant to stop them.

With that reassurance firmly in place, a small voice in the back of his head quietly tried to remind them of something that he’d forgotten. 

But just as quickly as it had come, it had left, leaving the knight wondering what they weren’t remembering.

“Groceries? No, it's Sword and Blade’s turn this week. I’m off patrol so it can’t be that. Then what is it..?” He wondered aloud, growing more annoyed as time went on.

Time went on and still Twilight Knight couldn’t remember what they’d forgotten, when suddenly there was a knock at his door.

“Mornin’ TK! I’m here for my flying lessons- I’m super excited!” 

He’d completely forgotten that they’d promised to give Selene flying lessons this week. 

Oh Nova, help them. 

In a flash, the knight slipped his mask over their face and opened the door. Standing on the other side was his sister, Selene, her dark brown eyes shining with excitement.

“Heya there sis, you ready to fly?” The astral asked, already knowing the answer.

Selene nodded before asking, “where are we gonna go?” 

Twilight Knight thought for a second, before deciding on Cookie Country seeing as it often got pretty good winds. And so the two set off towards there.

                                 ———————————

Even in the autumn breeze the rolling green hills of Cookie Country were as picturesque as they come, with small streams cutting through the landscape and flowers crowding around their banks. 

Atop on of these aforementioned hills, stood Selene and Twilight Knight, the gentle breeze to their backs.

“Alright, the first thing I’m gonna to teach you is the easiest by far.” The knight began to unfurl his wings and raise them up. “Gliding won’t get you too far, but it helps conserve energy and will help in a pinch.”

The astral then proceeded to get a running start and launched themself into the air. His wings flattened and they floated upon the breeze behind them. He descended towards the ground, but before they could, he flapped their wings and rose back up. 

“Alright Selene! Now’s your turn!” He called to their sister who was still standing on the hill.

Selene gave a determined smile before flattening out her wings the same way they’d done just a moment before and jumping off the hill into the air. Shakily she straightened out as the wind caught on her snow white wings.

His mask could barely contain their excitement for Selene as she landed, and after a moment he realized that their magic was acting up and was making him quite literally glow with pride. 

The day went on and soon enough, Selene had gotten a good grip on flying and the knight decided it was time for her final test. 

“Alright Selene, I want you to copy exactly what I do.” Twilight Knight explained, “I’ll try to keep it simple enough, but I’m not gonna go too easy on you.” 

The astral laughed, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” She challenged.

The knight thought for a moment on what route they were going to take, until finally, he flapped their wings swiftly and lifted from the ground and went about the plan.

It had been going well, the breeze was still going in the right way, they’d done the route flawlessly- up until his headache started back up again. 

Suddenly it became near impossible to focus on flying but still they moved forward; determined to not ruin the day for Selene and cause her to worry. 

By some miracle, he finished and landed relatively safely- which was how they normally did so he was sure it wouldn’t set off any alarms in Selene’s head.

“Alright Selene, it’s your turn!” They called out, to which his sister replied with a wide grin.

In a flash, the white furred astral was up in the air, her goggles with the little stars were over her eyes shielding from the wind. The knight watched on as she completed each and every turn and dive with such vigor and speed that somewhat surprised them. 

As soon as she’d started, Selene had finished the test, completing the last dive with the same smile she’d had when she started.

Literally and figuratively beaming with pride Twilight Knight rushed over to where his sister was standing, congratulating her with a smile hidden behind a mask.

“That was easy for a pro like me- but still that was fun.” Selene said jokingly, and in reply the older astral ruffled her fur.

Their sister scowled at the action and began trying to reset her fur to the way she had it. The knight chuckled, “could I perhaps interest you in ice cream?”

Selene gave a smug smile, “sure, but you’re paying for it.” 

Twilight Knight rolled his dual colored eyes, “I always pay for the ice cream, Selene.” 

“Exactly!” The astral said with a laugh.

Selene by @moon-mage

#twilight knight oc #kirby oc #kirby original character #I hope you like it lol :]

[satansaidmyturnintheh3llscape]

Everything Right/Wrong with Ninjago “Rise of the Serpentine” E5: Can of Worms

I really wish we got to see more of Lloyd and the ninja prior to the Green Ninja reveal :(. Also, this contains a reference that only a small fraction of people will likely understand fully, but I couldn’t stop myself. DISCLAIMERS: Show owned by LEGO. This is not a professional review/critique - it’s primarily intended for comedy.

Comment/reblog and follow for more! Read below the cut!

- Theme ✅

- Lloyd can whistle, and regularly whistles his way around the Bounty. I don’t know why this is a win, but it is ✅

- At first this was gonna be a sin for having the audacity to name a video game something as stupid and obvious as, “citar legend,” but now it’s a win for my phone for repeatedly correcting it to “cig@r legend” every time I tried to type it out ✅

- Never forget that in a matter of what must’ve been hours, Lloyd managed to not only beat Kai at “his game,” but managed to top his own high score like 4 times ✅

- “…later bro” ✅

- Why does Jay do nothing and just let the sparring bot attack him? Couldn’t he just Spinjitzu his way out of this or something? ❌

- Also, what did Lloyd do to the sparring bot? Either he genuinely has knowledge of how to tinker with it and purposefully made it go haywire, or he just beat it a couple times with a wrench and hoped it would attack Jay anyway. Either option is worth a win ✅

- At first I thought he was waving, but based on his hand placements, I think Lloyd is saluting the ninja as he walks away from them?? ✅

- I don’t know who the ninja are yelling at right now, but they’re not even looking at each other ❌

- “How am I supposed to strike fear in this? It’s pink!” Zane finally learned about gender roles. Is this character development, or character regression? ❌

- I love that before Wu opens the door you can see Lloyd’s silhouette just standing there waiting… menacingly ✅

- “I got first dibs on-“ Cole threatens to beat an 8 year old for adding spice to his soup ❌

- “Why can’t you teach us to paralyze a man with one finger? Or find out if a man is lying by the twitch of his nose?” “Because not all lessons are about fighting!” Maybe not, but Jay’s ideas sound a h*ll of a lot more useful considering what they do everyday ❌

- “And I misplaced my lesson book.” Wu loses his lesson book and then suddenly forgets everything he’s ever known about this ancient craft he’s been practicing for literal centuries ❌

- How sound-proofed are those doors that they completely block out Lloyd’s voice when Cole closes them?? ❌

- “… live with us, but my sister??” Kai wants his baby sister to live alone in a blacksmith shop just because she isn’t a ninja ❌

- “But those tombs could be anywhere!” Shame we don’t have someone here who literally helped to imprison the serpentine in the first place, isn’t it? ❌

- The tombs are BARELY in line with that symbol. If the writers wanted to make this make sense, they easily could’ve just gone with a less complicated symbol. I really don’t know what the point of this was ❌

- “Light as a feather, pinky” ✅

- Btw, Glacier fans, how many times have you rewatched this scene?

- I was gonna add a sin for the Mailman because why was he delivering mail to the Constrictai tomb, but at this point I’m just gonna say he’s omnipotent or something and move on.

- “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that” It didn’t? The frog was standing there the whole time, Fire Cracker ❌

- “No, I’m the real jay!” Call me crazy, but this was actually really good set up for Kai’s venomari-induced vision to be a million Jays attacking him and him struggling to figure out which one was the real one. But sure, elves and gingerbread people work too, I guess

- “I’ve never fought little people before!” You’ve fought Lloyd, isn’t that close enough?

- Cool save but what was Nya’s dart supposed to do? If it was a tranquilizer it wasn’t very effective ❌

- Detail of Samurai X wearing Nya’s bracelet ✅

- But also, how do none of the ninja notice that they’re wearing Nya’s bracelet?? ❌

- We have dr*nk Adora, sick Luz, Marky Wu, AND thawed-out Sprig, but stoned Kai will always be the OG ✅

- Jay spills his drink all over the table and makes no effort to clean it up ❌

- “It’s a can of worms I don’t wanna see open.” Line exists solely for the purpose of claiming that the title of the episode makes sense… which it doesn’t, but the writers were short on time and literally couldn’t think of anything else so it’s what we’re stuck with ❌

- “Don’t worry, it’ll ware off soon.” The little wink Jay does at the end>>>>>✅

- Also, plasma shippers, how many times have you rewatched this scene?

- Kai screaming in this clip will never not be hilarious ✅

- Why does Pythor have such a hard time uniting the tribes in these next few episodes? I know they were supposedly at war, but it couldn’t have been that bad of one if there were casual friendships between them like Skales and the Fangpyre ❌

- “Friends, enemies, and enemies who pretend to be friends” Pythor definitely has a better public speaking grade than I do ✅

- “That’s a lot of snakes…” Actually, that’s a frighteningly low amount of snakes considering these tribes are supposed to make up an entire race of people ❌

- So do the serpentine bond over r@cist jokes or…?

- ^ “What’s going on? Why am I losing them?!” I don’t know, Pythor, but maybe you should ask the brightly colored ninja hanging from ropes in midair where everyone can and should see them what they think. They look like they could shed some light on the situation ❌

- The serpentine were somehow harder to defeat and escape from when we were just dealing with one tribe at a time ❌

- Jay dangling off the bike ✅

- In Tournament of Elements, you can actually see that Chen has Zane’s pink suit, which implies that Lloyd sold it or something and just found a new one here ✅

- How did Lloyd manage to rig the fridge to do this???? Whether you want to admit it or not, kid Lloyd had a braincell that everyone likes to ignore ✅

- The episode moral was supposed to be that rumors are destructive, but it actually features the heroes weaponizing them against their enemies. So, always use destructive means to achieve your goals because they’ll justify each other eventually, kids! ✅

Sentence: Lloyd’s hidden braincell

#ninjago sins/wins #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago lloyd #ninjago kai #ninjago jay #ninjago memes #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago fandom #ninjago shitpost #lloyd garmadon #ninjago wu #ninjago pythor #kid lloyd

[serpentinearchitect17]

This scene was inspired by a couple of interactions between Chidi and Eleanor from The Good Place. My brain said make it Zutara, and well, here we go 😂 The characters are aged-up, by the way. While everything is SFW here, I imagine Zuko being 20, and Katara being 18.

******

A few weeks after attending The Boy in the Iceberg and before the arrival of Sozin’s Comet, Zuko and Katara get into heated argument over their respective teaching styles…

“You’re being too hard on him!” Katara hisses, pushing Zuko away from the others into a hidden corner of the beach house.

“Well, you’re always too lenient! You let him get away with anything!” Zuko argues back, crossing his arms over his chest. He narrows his eyes at her. “The comet is literally days away, and if he continues to be this timid with his firebending, we’re screwed.”

He’s shirtless, and Katara tries desperately keep her irritated gaze leveled on his face, rather than glance down at the rest of him. She swallows, feeling a sudden spike in the temperature around her.

They continue to glower at each other, the tension so apparent that Katara could practically reach out and grab it, twisting it between her fingers.

“Look, I know, all right?” she huffs in exasperation. “But, would it kill you to just be a little more encouraging?”

“Katara…” Zuko starts, his voice low and raspy.

He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he just keeps giving her that look. The one that’s doing all kinds of strange things to her stomach.

The blood rushes in her veins, and she opens her mouth to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind:

“Yeah, I know you wanna do that thing where we’re arguing and fighting, but then suddenly it’s like, ‘whoa, this is hot’ and then we start making out, dream on!” She pauses briefly to check his reaction. He’s breathing heavily, and his pupils have dilated to the point that only a thin rim of gold is left. She pushes her hair behind her ears and continues. “Or, whatever, fine! Let’s just do it!”

Panting, she steps forward into his space. Before her lips brush against his, she waits.

“Is this okay?” she asks quietly.

“Yes,” he whispers.

Their lips meet, and it’s far softer than either one expected, but it’s still perfect.

Katara pulls back to find a dazed look on Zuko’s face. His cheeks are flushed a crimson red, and he looks like he can barely stand up straight.

“Uh, what was…why did you…who was it?” he stammers.

She giggles, enjoying how utterly awkward and adorable he can be at the same time.

“Okay, I’ll take those one at a time, I guess. That was a kiss. I did it because I wanted to, and it seemed like you did, too. As far as who it was, it was me, weirdo.”

He looks at her like he can’t believe she’s real. She lets out another laugh before pressing soft kiss to his scarred cheek.

“Just think about what I said, okay?” She turns to leave, but decides to leave him with a few words. She moves closer to murmur near his ear, “By the way, you’re sexy when you firebend. If you tell anyone I said that, I’ll blast another wave at you. And it’ll be a hundred times stronger than the one I threw at you at the Western Air Temple.”

With a parting wink, she goes to catch up with everyone else, leaving him with his mouth hanging wide open.

#incorrect atla #incorrect atla quotes #inspired by the good place #zutara #zuko x katara #zuko and katara #zuko #katara #avatar the last airbender

[slocumjoe]

3, 18, 27, and/or 45 (depending how many u wanna do lol) for the ship ask 👀 bc we all know gage is bad at Verbalizing Feelings but what about ur oc??? tell us everything

3; What was their first impression of each other?

Gage knew of her before she knew of him, so he had time to form assumptions. He knew she was a manager type in a shipping company/trade network across the east coast, and he knew she came from wealth. Expected someone like Mags, someone prissy and full of herself. More importantly, the circumstances of Florence working with the Minutemen on the partnership was sketchy as hell, and he didn't trust Isadora's judgment yet, so he went to investigate himself.

Florence, for her part, had just moved to Sanctuary to help stabilize the Minutemen's place in the trade network, and then this guy shows up at her office, clearly a raider, clearly pretending he's definitely not a raider and definitely not looking for something.

So, Gage's first impression was suspicion with some dread at the thought of dealing with another rich girl. Florence knew she was being assessed and psychoanalysed by someone starting out with a bone to pick.

Gage is lucky Flora doesn't hold grudges about shit like that.

18; How do they care for one another when one of them is wounded or sick?

Florence is very doting to people she cares for, and is, for lack of a better way to describe it, kind of house-wifey, so she's ON that shit. Will call him an idiot when he gets hurt as she stitches him up, but he's still gonna have to deal with her coddling. She's a hoverer. Gage will grumble and bitch, but never actually turns her away.

Gage, when something's wrong with Flo, is...neurotic. Sick? Okay, that's fine, she just needs to rest and take her—Flo, why are you in the office? Forget the damn—go to bed. You're barely standing. She's a "I'll just power through" kind of person and it drives him crazy.

If she's HURT?

Florence (in my Canon, ignore in-game) isn't a fighter, she's a business woman. This isn't someone who's on the field. So, something/one would have had to attack her out of nowhere.

Gage is a fucking nightmare to deal with in this scenario. Hovers, flinches at the slightest hint she's hurt or in pain, eye twitches when she still insists she's fine to work. Anyone who wants to see her gets grilled, God forbid you somehow approach her without him noticing. Becomes the most annoying bodyguard. He can't do much besides protect her while she recovers, he's not a doctor. Paranoid as hell, and rides Isadora's ass to make sure it doesn't happen again.

Florence finds this adorable.

27; How do they say 'I love you' non-verbally?

Florence's love language leans towards Acts of Service and Gift Giving. Cooks for him, fixes up his armor and clothes, makes him a new, safer/comfier eyepatch. She's quick to say It, but quicker to express it. She's not a shy, insecure person and has no reservations. So, hope Gage adapts quickly to being spoiled like some kind of purse dog.

He does not, being the emotionally stunted asshole he is.

Gage...I've described him as a feral tom cat that will take food, but hisses and runs if you try to pet it. Thats...yeah. As time goes on, he gets better with it, but habits die hard.

His first real act of love is something literally no one could notice; he stops trying to read into her, psychoanalyze her. Stops the "I need to be two steps ahead" thing and lets himself let her be...just a person, not someone to be used, not someone up to something. It sounds weird, but for Gage...that's something no one else has gotten, not even Isadora gets that. It's purely a mental thing that Gage and Gage alone knows about, but it's more significant than one could fathom.

The first noticeable thing is a lot simpler, and partially on Isadora's recommendation. He just takes her to the shooting ranges and teaches her how to handle a gun. Gage is not a teaching sort, but he is protective, and anyone watching would notice how careful he is hovering around her, touching her to help adjust her holds on firearms.

45; How do they support each other?

Gage acts as a bodyguard and the muscle to help her get her way. Flora can be scary, but sometimes, getting a brahmin baron to hold up his part of the deal needs more than talk.

Florence sweet-talks her way into getting the local traders and doctors to give Isadora and her party some generous discounts, which helps them all, but was really intended for Gage.

In their emotional relationship? Florence and Gage don't need much. Gage wants someone who thinks like he does and doesn't pity him, and Florence wants someone who will listen to her and respect her for her skills. A snapshot of what this looks like is just Florence going through an extensive explanation of future negotiations and economic development while Gage listens and occasionally gives his opinion.

For a more emotional need...Gage needs space when he's upset for any reason, Florence needs grounding because she tends to drift and it can be hard for her to 'come back'. They compromise. Gage doesn't want to talk? They don't talk, he holds her and plays with her hair. It's a very quiet relationship. On the rare occasion Gage does want to vent, Florence listens and doesn't tell him how to feel, what do to. He appreciates that she doesn't try to guide him, like Isadora is prone to.

#oc; florence #asks

[aparticularbandit]

Finding Family: Part Five: Chapter Six

Summary: When America begins universe-hopping again to try and find her moms, she realizes that’s too much scope for her.  She looks for smaller scope, and instead she finds Wanda.

AO3

One month ago….

“You don’t have to clean everything.”  Wendy lifts her feet as Scarlet pushes the brand new vacuum cleaner under them.  It’s brand new in the sense that Scarlet literally just created it that morning so that she could clean, but it isn’t in the sense that it’s more than a little bit busted up, some of the color has faded from its plastic sheen, and one of the wheels just doesn’t want to spin right. Honestly, it reminds Wendy of the one her parents used to use before...before.

Scarlet shuts the vacuum off, brushes back the strands of hair that have pulled loose of her untidy braid, and stands up straight, pushing her hands into the middle of her back.  “What?”

“You don’t have to clean everything,” Wendy repeats, barely looking up over the edge of her book.  “They’ve been here before.  They know what the house looks like.  It’s not like they’re going to judge you for not vacuuming.”  She turns the page and sighs with contentment.  Good chapter.  She puts a piece of paper there to mark her spot and then places it to one side.  “Can I help? It might be good practice.”  Her lips curve into an enthusiastic grin, and her fingers lift, letting scarlet wisps dance between them.

In the past month, Wendy has been getting better at calling her magic to her, about being able to move things, although she’s nowhere near as good at it as Scarlet is.  She still hasn’t figured out how to use her magic to fly in the way she’s seen Scarlet do and the way she’s dreamed other versions of her throughout the multiverse can, but she’s learning.  And, for her part, Scarlet has been trying to teach her. It’s just been hard to take the years of intuitively learning everything she can do with her magic and then the she doesn’t even know how long period of time she’d spent reading tomes and books on witchcraft at Kamar-Taj and put them into something Wendy can actually naturally use.  But they do the best they can.

“I know.  I know.”  But Scarlet’s eyes graze around the living room, as though picking up any stray bit of dust she’s missed.  Her nose wrinkles, and a feather duster, quite like the one in a certain Disney movie with magical items, appears on one of the shelves, slowly dusting away.  “I only….”

It’s hard to put into words exactly what she’s feeling.  When Ash and her boys came with Kate and America, Scarlet hadn’t felt the need to clean everything up.  She hadn’t even expanded the house for them, since she’d kept her boys’ room where it had always been, since Ash took up her room, and since the girls had just lounged in the living room.  It hadn’t needed to be clean.

But this was…this is an extended party of sorts.  It’s a test run.  It’s seeing if her boys could be okay living with her.  They’ve been okay seeing her every now and again, and it feels like they’ve been warming up to her—

No.  That’s a lie. That’s absolutely a lie.  They’re getting comfortable around her as a presence, but they’re not warming up to her.  Tommy puts on a brave face and acts like he’s over everything, but Billy still freezes whenever he sees her, like just the vision of her, even in other clothes and other outfits, triggers his anxiety.  And there’s nothing….  There’s nothing she can do about that.

“You’re right,” Scarlet says finally, and she waves her fingers, making the feather duster disappear almost in the same breath that she made it appear, doing the same with the vacuum cleaner, and collapsing on the couch. “None of this matters.”  The boys aren’t going to care whether her house is clean or not, and Ash isn’t either.  It’s just idle busyness.  Sitting still, though, sets her heart to racing.  Her fingers fidget together, playing against and around each other.  “There’s not anything….”

Scarlet sighs and pushes herself up from the couch.  “You’re right.  You need some practice.  Let’s go.”

Wendy frowns.  “I didn’t mean outside—”  But she stands anyway, smooths out the edge of her forest green dress, and follows Scarlet as she leads her outside.

As soon as Scarlet opens the door, a strong gust of frigid wind blasts through. There’s no snow in it yet, but as she goes outside, Scarlet sees the thick, fluffy, not-quite-white clouds full of snow starting to cross over the mountains in the horizon.  “No,” she murmurs, lifting one hand immediately, “you can’t—”  Then she takes a deep breath.  They’ll get here.  They’ll get here.  And the boys will…the boys will love the snow.  She hopes.

It’s one of the things Scarlet doesn’t actually know.  There’d been no snow in the short time she’d had them in Westview.  She imagines they liked sledding, making snowmen, having snowball fights – and Vis would probably have loved phasing just as a snowball was about to hit him, and the boys – no, Tommy would have complained just long enough for Billy to creep up behind him and get him while he was distracted.  They would have laughed, and Tommy would have beamed at his dad, and Scarlet would have been on the porch, keeping an eye on everything, hands cupped around a cup of vanilla cinnamon tea still hot enough to keep her hands warm, smile playing about her lips.

Until Vis pulled her off of the porch, of course, and dragged her out to join them.

Scarlet knows better than to think about these things – even on a good day, and today is not a particularly good day.  Her heart clenches like someone is squeezing it in their fist, and she bites hard into her lower lip to keep tears from springing to her eyes.  “Why don’t we,” she starts to say and then stops, throat tight and choked with the emotion she doesn’t want to deal with right now.  She swallows just as hard as she bit her lower lip, trying to push the lump in her throat down and away.  “Snowballs,” she says, finally, “or snow creatures.  Pick one.”

Wendy follows her into the snow covered fields, stares at the barren trees, and then lifts a hand.  She flicks her fingers, and some of the snow on one of the trees lurches from the branch and falls with a plop to the ground. “Couldn’t we help the trees instead? With all this wind, it could fall off and hurt someone.”

At her words, Scarlet’s eyes widen.  She stares at her orchard, at the snow coating the branches, at the way the wind already is starting to push at the branches, and this time, when she raises her hand, she doesn’t stop herself.  Scarlet wisps tinged with black scurry from her fingertips to the clumps of snow coating the trees.  At first, the clumps begin to melt, and then, as though she has rethought this (because that could make the area under the trees icy), they seem to evaporate into small white poofs of cloud, as though each tree lets out a huge puff of air all at once.

“Or we could make snow creatures,” Wendy says, staring out at all of this.  She shoves her hands into the pockets of her dark brown jacket.  The snow crunches beneath her boots. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know.”  Wendy gives Scarlet a look.  “If something starts to go wrong, you’ll fix it first.  Or one of us will.  It’s going to be fine.”

Scarlet doesn’t want to mention just how wrong Wendy is, how many times she’s tried to fix things before they go wrong – or after they’ve gone wrong – and it hasn’t mattered, even how many times other people have thought they were taking care of something only to make it worse.  It doesn’t matter that those were all global or universal scale issues.  It matters that they were real, and that she lost—

Wendy lifts a hand, and her magic crackles along her fingertips.  Unlike Scarlet’s, which often weaves between her fingers like a coin or balls into the palms of her hands like an animal seeking to be pet, Wendy’s sparks like scarlet starlight at the tips of her earthen painted cropped nails, like firecrackers going off during the worst holidays.

(Scarlet has never liked fireworks, has never enjoyed the sound of anything exploding, has never understood how people in Steve’s country can derive amusement from such things.  Steve tried to explain tradition to her, but he had never gone to the celebrations for the same reason she didn’t, for the same reason Tony didn’t (although he would never have said it).  They’d stood on the top of the Avengers Compound with Vision long gone (one of the few times he’d left her behind, and only then because she’d pushed him to go where his interest drew him) and looked at the fireworks from far enough away that they could enjoy the beauty of them without hearing what made both of their hearts beat quick.)

“Imagine what it is you want your power to do,” Scarlet whispers, “and then slowly—”

But Wendy doesn’t wait for her instruction.  Her magic zooms out at once, pulls a mass of snow into a big ball, and then attacks it like a thousand daggers, carving it until—

There’s a shape there, briefly, a cross between two different kinds of star before the magic rips it to shreds.  In one sudden, unexpected swoop, the magic disappears entirely, and the smatterings of snowflakes that are left explode outward with such a rush that Scarlet can barely raise a hand to guard herself.  The snow hits her scarlet shield and sticks into it, similar to the daggers that Wendy’s magic appeared as.  She turns to her other self, only to find that, unable to shield herself, Wendy is now frozen in snowflake-shaped ice.

Wendy shivers.  She shakes. Then trickles of magic cut through the ice, carving her outside of it, until one of her fingers, scarlet sticking to it like the sour coating of a warhead, can push through a newly-formed crack.  Her finger wraps around the edge of the ice, and she rips it like a piece of paper, pulling more fingers through as she can, finally shredding it as though she were a present wrapped in snow.  She stares at her other self, eyes blazing the same color as her name.  “Maybe not snow creatures,” she growls.  Then she coughs, and snow sputters through her lips.

Scarlet can’t help her nervous chuckle.  “Maybe not.”  Her nose wrinkles.  “Maybe focus on not using your magic as a weapon.”

“Or get better at it.”  Wendy grins, despite still shivering, teeth chattering.  “Snowball fight?”

“No.”  Scarlet gives Wendy a disapproving look.  “You saw what your magic did.  Do you really think that—”

“Think fast.”  Wendy pulls snow into her hand like she’s a magnet and balls it between her hands.  She grins. “Pan was always better at this anyway.” Her magic propels the ball out and away from her, homing in on Scarlet.

Scarlet teleports out of the way.  “Wendy—”

The ball spins in midair and shoots towards her again.  Scarlet teleports again.  The ball turns and finds her and chases.

Her eyes narrow.

Oh, it is ON.

#bandit fic #finding family with wanda and america #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #america chavez #mcu #queue

[buckysbabygorl]

Hello! Idk if you’re currently accepting requests right now and if you aren’t, feel free to ignore or delete this! If you are, I would like to request a fluff oneshot with the reader (who possesses the ability to fly with wings) is practicing with their ability outside of the avengers compound one afternoon and standing in the field is Bucky, just watching them with pure adoration. 🥺

I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR THE LENGTH OF THIS REQUEST 😭

Flight Risk

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Masterlist

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“MOTHER FUCKER!”

Y/N fell once again as she took lift off.

At least she had manage a few feet this time.

Holy hell was this hard.

She looked to the clouds from her position in the grass, admiring the fluffy clusters above her. When she was younger, her mother told her they were made of the fallen feathers of angel wings, accumulating in soft mounds throughout the sky.

She reached to touch the end of her own wings, though they weren’t white, she liked to think that’s what the clouds above her felt like.

She knew they didn’t, in fact they didn’t feel like anything. Just cold, moist. Or so she had been told. She hadn’t felt them herself yet.

Her wings hadn’t been operational that long ago: DNA splicing experimentation and strenuous surgery had only produced these miraculous appendages on a  whim, she had been the only successful subject. There could have been more, but thankfully the Avengers stepped in once hearing that Zola’s previous experimentation had influenced a small group of mad scientists to use similar technologies. Kidnapping thousands of travellers throughout the decades and only recently been finding themselves successful in their results. They attempted to give people gills, fins, horns, hooves... and in Y/N’s case, wings.

They couldn’t send Y/N back into society; they knew she wouldn’t be accepted or be able to live a normal life. She was free to return to civillian life if she chose, but the team made her aware that she was more than welcome to join them.

So she did.

She surprisingly had proved herself to be a usefull asset, wings aside. She was strong, fast, cunning, high above the rest (both literally and metaphorically). She was a superhero now.

But unfortunately, she had no capabality of flying.

“I can teach you,” Sam said, “It’s not that difficult.”

“Your wings don’t count,” Y/N said, “Yours are mechnical. Mine are natural.”

“Well, as natural as science experiments can be.” Bruce said.

“Shut it,” she teased.

Technology aside, Sam had seemed like the only one with somewhat similar experiences to teach her some minor details.

He gave her the basics, but she was alone now.

Huffing, she lifted herself from the ground and dusted her clothes off. She shook out her wings, adjusting her shirt so that they didn’t bunch at the shoulders.

“Come on, you got this. Just bend, brace, expand, flap--”

She tried again, shooting up with wings narrowed. She then unfurled them as she rose higher into the air, but as another gust of wind came she found herself faltering and tumbling back down.

Bucky took out his earbuds as he jogged by. He hadn’t noticed her before, adjusting to the early morning hadn’t left him very observant of his surroundings. He watched as her wings spread, her eyes on the sky above. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she struggled to stay up, frustration scrunching her face.

“You okay? He called out.

She rested her hands on her knees, looking up at the voice. A small smile breaking her thoughts as she realized who it was.

“Yeah.” She called back.

He jogged to her place in the open field, slowing as he neared her and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Flight practice?” He asked.

“Not really,” she said as she crossed her legs, “It’s more ‘breaking for impact’ practice at this point.”

He laughed softly, bending to sit beside her as she checked her knees for scrapes.

“I take it Sam didn’t really give you the best advice.” He said, reaching out to run his thumb over a small bruise on her shin.

She sighed, “Well his heart’s in the right place but--we’ve got different mechanics. I don’t think he can relate to this. Not that many people can...”

She ran the back of her hand along the length of her wings, flicking upwards as she reached their soft end point.

Bucky admired the light brown color of her wings, reminding him of the sparrows that sometimes stopped on the windowsill of his bedroom. 

He was never really subtle with his staring, Sam had actually labelled it as his biggest problem. She wasn’t an exception to that; he often found his eyes chasing after her as she exited rooms, her expansive wings encompassing her figure. 

“One day she’s gonna catch you staring,” Sam warned, “you better hope she doesn’t kick your ass. She could get the wrong idea...”

Bucky didn’t like that her phrased it that way; as if he was gawking at her. He wasn’t looking at her like she was some freak, or a circus sideshow. It was more like... admiration.

She was beautiful.

He thought she was beautiful.

If anyone had taken a glimpse into his mind, it would be easy to understand that he wasn’t looking only because the wings were breathtaking, he felt she was too.

“Can I?” He asked.

His hand was held out in a loose open palm, just above the bed of feathers.

She nodded, and he ran his knuckles slowly along the length in the same way she had before.

They tickled slightly, the nerve endings in his fingers seemed to buzz. His hand shook slightly as he flicked upwards at the point, and she giggled quietly.

“It tickles when you do it.” She said.

He smiled, “Same here.”

He gently picked at blades of grass that had stuck to her wings,  “How long have you been out here?”

She looked up at the sun, noting its change in height.

“A few hours I think. I didn’t want anyone to see.”

“Well, sorry for the intrusion then.” 

She shrugged, “It’s alright. I like having you around.”

A blush creeped up his cheeks, and he ducked his head more, pretending to really focus on pulling out grass.

“So--uh, where do you think you’re going wrong?”

She chuckled at his bluntness, only further embarrassing Bucky.

“I don’t know. In my lift off I can’t make it stick. It just doesn’t feel natural.”

“Alright”, Bucky wasn’t sure how to help her, it wasn’t like he had any personal experience himself. “Well, what does feel natural?”

“What do you mean?”

He leaned back to lie on the grass, hands cradling his head as he looked up.

“I guess--I mean, when you look at birds, they just start flapping. That’s natural for them. Humans don’t fly; Sam’s wings are mechanical…”

Y/N realized early on in their relationship that Bucky had a tendency to ramble; though he liked when others were “to the point”, he lacked that quality himself. But she knew if she was patient, he’d get there eventually. And truthfully, she quite enjoyed listening to his tangents.

“...so Sam’s advice is based off what the wings are designed to do. Maybe you need to try testing it out the natural way. Move your wings in a way that feels right. Does that make sense?”

No, it didn’t.

But she smiled anyway, “Kind of. Like, don’t think about it and see where my body takes me?”

He chuckled, “That’s a weird way to phrase it, but yeah, something like that.”

Suddenly she stood up, making Bucky jump slightly.

She was no longer looking at him, only closing her eyes and expanding her wings.

He liked that she was a “0 to 100” type of person, out of nowhere she’d get an idea and then it was all action.

She let the wind ripple through her feathers, and she tried to gauge the current off her wings.

Don’t think about it… what feels right?

She couldn’t put it into words; but as she focused on her surroundings, feeling the breeze… some kind of instinct came over her.

Wait…

Bucky intently watched as she inhaled; steading herself as her wings unfurled.

Wait…

As the sun gleamed behind her, leaving him completely consumed in her shadow. 

It was breathtaking.

Her eyes snapped open.

Now.

The sudden flap of her wings threw Bucky back, the hard beat shooting her upwards and leaving him in the grass.

Each stride she took was with purpose, and before they knew it she was flying higher than she ever had before.

Bucky stood, laughing and smiling in awe as she soared along the current.

The wind roared in her ears, so loud she could barely hear her own laughter.

She was amazed, she was flying.

She let the wind pull her, ducking her wings and shooting off in another direction.

Bucky spun around in circles as she flew around him, trying to catch her figure against the blinding sunlight.

He was dizzy, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Jesus Christ,” he said to himself. He cupped his hands over his mouth to amplify his voice, “You’re flying!” He screamed.

“I’m fucking flying!” She screamed back.

Just wait ‘til Sam saw this.

But then she got cocky, dipping further than she should’ve.

She caught a draft that clipped her wing.

It was too late to catch herself before she was fluttering to the ground.

“Shit!” She screamed.

“Shit.” Bucky muttered.

He started running in her direction, arms reaching out like he was catching a football.

“I’ve got you,” he cried, “I’ve got you!”

He caught her just in time, bracing for impact as they both crashed into the ground.

Hair windswept and cheeks red, Y/N screamed out in happiness.

“Oh my god, did you see that? Did you see me?”

He couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head as she dramatically recounted the experience, his arms firmly holding her against him.

“And then I was like whoosh and the wind came and it was like AHH and then--”

She was cut off by his lips on hers.

His lips were soft, his touch surprisingly gentle for such a gruff man…

Her eyes closed and she pressed further into him, deepening the kiss.

He pulled away, leaving her more shocked than the flight had.

“I’m sorry,” He started, “It’s just--”

He looked into her eyes, unable to explain it all. How could he? She was just...

“--I think you’re amazing.”

She smiled back at him, “Oh I’ll show you amazing.”

Her hands wrapped around his collar as she pulled him back in for another kiss.

Bucky would have to remind himself to interrupt flight practice more often...

~

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Silent Treatment ~ OT7 [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.3K

PAIRING: ot7 x reader

GENRE: ot7, non! Idol, family relationship, smut, oral f recieving, female appreciation, we’re sorry sex,

A/N: I’m still not 100% there with ot7 smut, I am trying though so I hope that this is okay for you! I didn’t add too much smut as you only said a little. I hope you like it!

If someone had told you that you would be in a happy relationship with seven men, you never would have believed them. You never took yourself as someone who would be into polyamorous relationships but when you met the boys it all changed. They were kind, sweet, caring and they all loved you equally so it was no wonder you fell hard for them. Eventually moving into a huge home together and having a child. The only difficult part about that was explaining to your daughter’s teachers that she had different people going to pick her up from school. The dirty looks you would get from other people who thought your business was automatically their business when it had absolutely nothing to do with them.

“Mummy!” You snapped out of your daydream when you heard the familiar cry of your daughter’s voice. The more she grew older the more she began to look like you. Which you were thankful for. Neither you nor the boys knew which of them was the father, none of you wanted to know either. Collectively she was your child and that was the only thing that mattered.

“Hey sweetie, how was your day?” You questioned as you bent down to pick her up, placing her onto your hip as she began to list off everything she had been doing in class that day. You couldn’t believe she was almost seven years old, time flew by so quickly with her. 

“We did maths! I learnt how to multiply up to 10 today.” You giggled as you began heading back to the family car. It was supposed to be Yoongi’s turn picking her up today but it turned out he was busy and stuck at work. No big deal, you were mostly a stay-at-home mum and wife anyway since seven of them earnt far more than you knew what to do with.

“Are my dad’s at home?” A filthy look flew in your direction from the woman in the car beside your car. You weren’t stupid. You knew how everyone felt about your relationship with her fathers. Even the teachers in the school weren't best pleased that your daughter understood that she had more than one father. They expressed that they would rather have her know them as her uncles but who were they to tell you how to raise your daughter?

“Daddy Namjoon and Jungkook are but they’re a little busy, sweetie.” You strapped her into the back of your car, taking her book bag from her to check if she had homework to do. 

Normally it was Namjoon’s job to help with the homework, something you were trying to make happen so she knew it was okay as she grew older but not tonight. Tonight he and Jungkook were making renovations on the house so it was going to be you that helped her out.

“Okay, I’ll ask daddy Hoseok to teach me some dance moves when he comes home. We have an end of the year dance coming up and I want to ask Jaylyn and Katie to go with me.” You smiled weakly at her. The boys were all busy with their own things tonight but you nodded along, not wanting to upset her too much before you got home for the night. 

“Shall we put on some music or would you like to keep telling me about the dance?” You looked in the mirror at your daughter who pointed to the radio. One of her favourite things to do was listen to music. Something she had gotten from Yoongi. He was a radio jingle maker/ producer on the side which meant he was almost always busy with work. 

“Maybe we’ll hear daddy Yoongi’s radio jingle,” You told her with a laugh as you turned up the radio and began your drive home for the night. 

Your daughter had something from each of the boys, Yoongi’s love for music, Hoseok passion for dancing. Namjoon’s brain, Jungkook’s ability to be good at literally everything that she set her mind at. Jimin’s duality, Taehyung’s art skills and she took after Jin with her loud rambling in Korean. There was so much of them in her it was hard to believe she was only one of their children.

Once your daughter had finished her homework you allowed her to go and play while you cleaned up the house. It seemed that no matter how much you tidied up it would end up a total mess again. Clothes were strewn about on the top floor where everyone would come home and dump everything they had on. Shoes were piled up at the bottom of the stairs in front of the front door. Somewhat of a safety hazard. The floors seemed to always get dirty no matter how many times a day you cleaned them.

“What do you have planned for dinner?” Was the first question that flew from Jimin’s mouth once he entered the house. Shoes on messing up your freshly moped floors. Staring at him you almost wanted to slap him with the wet part of the mop.

“Jimin! I just moped!” You called out as you sat him leaving dirty shoe prints all over the place, seeming to have no care in the world as he made his way into the kitchen and heading into the pantry.

“Relax. It’s just a bit of mud.” He grumbled as he continued to go through the cupboards for snacks. Dropping different packets onto the floor that he didn't bother to pick up once he came out with what he wanted. 

“What did you say you had planned?” He questioned when you began cleaning up the mess he left and then began putting everything you had been using away.

“I didn’t, I don’t have anything planned.” You grumbled as you put the cleaning products away into the kitchen cupboards. Standing back up and looking over at Jimin who shrugged his shoulders.

“Nothing planned?” Jungkook’s voice chimed in as he heard you speaking. By now all of the boys were home and expecting something to eat as if you were the only one that knew how to use the oven. 

“Yes, nothing planned because guess what? I’m not the only one that knows how to cook.” You snapped as you glanced at each of their faces. You hadn't meant to snap as nastily as you did but it was getting to be exhausting being the only one that cooked and cleaned everything in the home.

“You’re the only one that has nothing to do all day. You've done nothing, the least you could have done was made dinner,” As soon as the words left Jungkooks lips the air seemed to turn cold and thin. Everyone turned to stare at him as you scoffed at the statement. The only reason you didn't work was that they had convinced you that they earnt enough, there was no need to work because who would look after your daughter all day.

“I did nothing all day?” Your hand rested on your hip as you tilted your head to the side. The boys said nothing leaving Jungkook to dig himself a bigger grave.

“I didn’t mean-”

“I do nothing? So I don’t clean all day, make breakfast and lunch for you, or take our daughter to school..." Jungkook turned pale as he realised how angry he had made you. 

"I don't pick her up even though it’s everyone else's turn. I don’t do the laundry, make sure the studies are clean or go food shopping, parent and teacher meetings?” Jungkook was taken back by everything he realised you did. He had no idea that you did so much leaving them to get on with whatever they wanted to do. 

“Y/n you’re being dramatic,” Taehyung mumbled as he shook his head, to him this was all easy work. Nothing about what you had said seemed as tiring as you were making it out to be,

“You know what...I don’t even have the energy for this,” You began making your way to the door when you heard Yoongi speak out this time,

“It's not like you work a full-time job, we would help but we work more than you do.” There it was. The "you don't work but we do" line. Something you had been anticipating since the moment they told you that you didn't have to work. Looking at each of their faces you knew from the moment you saw them they agreed with Yoongi.

“So you think being a mother isn’t a full-time job? That everything I do around the house is easy? Oh, please I would love to see you fucking try it for once.” You countered,

“You’re being stupid, they didn't mean it like that." All that you heard fall from Jin's lips was that you were stupid. You stared at him mouth hanging open a little but nothing came out. You just shook your head and stormed out of the room.

Ignoring them all as you stormed up to your bedroom. Normally you would share it with one boy a night, or two if you needed the extra cuddles but right now you needed to be alone. You walked past one of the studies to find your daughter fast asleep holding her barbies. Luckily she was away for the fiasco going on downstairs so you picked her up and carried her to your room. If they saw she was with you they wouldn't bother trying to get into the bed with you. 

Days passed by and the boys barely noticed you were giving them the silent treatment. They were all so busy with their jobs that they didn't speak to you. Meanwhile, you played the role of the pretty little housewife that made everything perfect for them while they were away. The house was spotless, your daughter was at school on time and picked up at the same time. 

"Darling, go and tell your dad's that dinner is waiting for them." You told her as you set the table for eight. Making sure your daughter's spot was right at the top of the table before putting their plates down and heading up to your room. There were piles of laundry sitting on the bed waiting to be put away. 

"Daddy," She called out as she walked into the back garden. They were all working on a new wendy house for her. They were trying to make it bigger than the last one so that everyone could fit into the house for tea parties. 

"Yes, sweetie?" Jin called out as she came bounding over to him, jumping into his arms and smiling.

"Mummy told me to tell you that dinner is ready," She looked at all of them and Jungkook clapped loudly. 

"Break time!" He chuckled rubbing his hands together and heading into the house. 

The dining room was empty and only eight placemats were set at the table. 

"Where is mummy?" Namjoon questioned your daughter who was sitting in your usual spot. She simply shrugged her shoulders before eating.

"I haven't seen her much and when I do she's silent which isn't like her," Jin mumbled as he began to eat the food you'd made, everything tasted fantastic like it always did when you cooked for them. 

"I tried to speak to her this morning but she ignored me," Jungkook mumbled as he pushed food into his mouth, 

"I don't blame her, you were rude on Tuesday." Hoseok reminded him of the day of the fight. That wasn't really a fight more like a disagreement. 

"We all were." Namjoon corrected him as they continued to think back on it. 

The weekend continued on just like that. You were sending messages to the boys through your daughter using her as a messenger owl while the boys did the same back. Monday morning came around and you were standing outside the school gates with your daughter. 

"Mum?" You looked at her as you zipped up her coat, grabbing her bookbag. 

"What is it, sweetie?" You questioned as you made sure her hair was perfect and she looked good to go. 

"Are you and my daddies going to spilt up?" You looked at her and then over at the school as the bell rang. 

"No, we're just having a small fight baby that's all." You whispered as you kissed her forehead. If you tried to explain it now she'd be late for school. 

"Go, I promise we'll make up while you're at school." She began rushing off in the direction of her class and you waved goodbye until the doors completely shut and you could head home. 

Home where all of the boys were waiting for you. They had collectively decided to take the day off from work so they could get to the bottom of whatever was wrong with you.

"So what's the problem with you?" Jungkook questioned earning a slap around the back of the head from Namjoon who was trying to be the levelheaded one throughout all of this. 

"What he means to say is, why are we getting the silent treatment?" Namjoon reiterated the question but in a different manner.

"Let me see...Tuesday night ring a bell?" You questioned as you walked past them and into the kitchen. Beginning to get started with the housework when Hoseok pulled you into a tight hug from behind. Your whole body seemed to melt into his as you missed the contact from each of them. 

"We were being idiots, we were tired and irritated with our jobs and we took it out on you." He whispered in your ear as he kept his arms around your tightly never once letting go. 

"Let us make it up to you," He whispered again, his breath making your back tingle as you shook your head. Getting away from him as quickly as you could. He knew what his whispers and touching did to you. 

"You think I'm just going to forget what you said with a simple, "we were irritated?" Because that's not how it works!" You snapped at them all, glancing over all of their faces to see if they truly meant what they were saying. 

"We didn't mean for it to be so mean and we're sorry," Yoongi told you as he stepped closer to you, holding your hand and running his fingers over your knuckles.

"We know how much you do and how hard you work," Jungkook stood up from the sofa and made his way into the kitchen to look at you.

"Now, please...Let us make it up to you." Yoongi told you again as he stepped closer to you. Running his hand up and down your cheek as you relaxed into his touch. 

"None of you have actually said sorry except for Yoongi." You moved closer to Yoongi, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as you giggled. 

"So maybe I should only forgive him." You looked at the boys as your lips slowly began to kiss up and down Yoongi's neck, biting down softly right at the nape of his neck. His weakest point. 

"No! We're sorry! I'm sorry." Taehyung whined out desperately as he so wanted to have your body on his. It had been so long since any of you had been together intimately it was starting to become too much to be away.

Seven apologies later and you were laid on the bed making out with Yoongi while Namjoon's hands ran down your naked body. Massaging your breasts while his mouth wrapped around the other, sucking and nibbling on your nipple as you let out small moans of pleasure. 

"L-Let me touch you," You complained as you reached out to touch Yoongi but he moved your hand away. 

"It's about you tonight and only you," Confused by what he meant you went back to kissing him. Your lips moving in sync with one another as he held your face in his hands.

Suddenly you felt Jimin's lips on your core making you cry out at the sudden contact, 

"Seems like someone has missed us almost as much as we've missed her." He chuckled as he began to slowly lick stripes up and down your folds, nibbling at your clit whenever he could.

"Jimin!" You whined out, back arching a little as he continued with the slow movements of his tongue which almost had you begging for more.

"Hmm so good," Jimin moans out as he begins to dip his tongue in and out of you. Taking his time as he slowly licks your pussy, tasting every bit of you he can get. 

"So fucking good," He growled deeply, your whole body shaking as he continued to lap up your juices. Repeatedly flicking your clit with his tongue causing you to cry out his name, hands buried in his hair as you pushed him closer to your cunt.

"Jimin right there!" You cried out as he inserted two fingers into you, curling them up as he continued to suck on your clit. 

Your whole body was on fire as you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. The curl of his fingers making you moan out, every now and again he would let out growls causing your pussy to clench around his fingers. 

"Don't take away all the fun," Yoongi pouted as he took your breast into his mouth, sucking harshly while Namjoon did the same to the other. Your head was spinning so fast you'd forgotten the other boys were in the room.

Watching as you were eaten out so carefully and lovingly.

"J-Jimin!" You warned as you could feel yourself beginning to get closer. The coil in your stomach was beginning to tighten with every bite, lick and thrust from him. 

"I-I can't-" You couldn't even finish your sentence before your orgasm ripped through your body. Your eyes shutting tightly as you cried out his name. Hips bucking against his lips begging him not to stop until you rode out your high.

"My turn." Jungkook chuckled as he began to kiss up and down your body. Hands travelling down to your core as he began to rub your already sensitive clit. Each touch felt intensified from your previous orgasm. 

"J-Jungkookie," You moaned out as he kissed you sweetly, two fingers rubbing small circles into your core.

"Shh, let us take care of you tonight, it's not about us." Jin's whisper filled your ear as he began to kiss and suck on your neck. Hoseok's hands made their way to your breasts as did Taehyung's. It was going to be a long and very good day.

By the time they were finished with you, you were panting and dripping in sweat...As well as other substances. You'd finally convinced them into letting you please them. Girls couldn't have all of the fun after all. Whining out as you held onto Jin you looked up at him,

"Someone needs to go and pick our little girl up, I don't think I'll be able to walk straight for a week." You laughed softly as Jin helped you into the bathroom. He'd already drawn you a hot bubble bath with a mug of hot chocolate waiting for you. 

"I'll go and get her, we can stop by the library before we come home," Namjoon said as he watched you sink into the hot water, eyes rolling back as you finally relaxed.

"I'll come too," Jungkook said as he looked at Namjoon and then at you. Making sure you were okay before they headed out to go and pick up your little girl.

"J-Jin." Your hand reached out to touch him and he turned to look at you. 

"Can you come in? I don't want to be alone." You told him, the others had all gone to wash up and you would have been alone. 

"Sure." He whispered as he stripped down, getting into the bath behind you and holding you close.

"I really love you guys," You mumbled as you closed your eyes. Listening to nothing but his heart beating against his chest.

"We love you too," He whispered as he began to slowly wash your body off carefully.

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[thornedrose44]

Prompt: "Do it. Take a chance, I'm begging you. You don't want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been."

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“What is it?” Kara huffed out, her frustration finally reaching critical mass.

“What’s what?” Alex replied, playing dumb by pretending to study the DEO’s monitors far too intently considering Kara had literally just dispatched the rogue villain of the week.

Kara crossed her arms, hip cocked forward slightly as she leant against the central console, blue eyes observing her sister's profile closely.

“Whatever you’re not telling me because you think it will upset me.” The superhero clarified bluntly, her social hesitation and uncertainty having dampened over the last few years.

She had learnt the hard way how important it was to never shy away from the truth and avoid speaking around the heart of the matter. It was a lesson she had absorbed completely, and it was one she refused to forget - needing to prove she had evolved, had bettered herself from the version that had required teaching in the first place.

“I’m not…” Alex refuted, shrugging dismissively but keeping her gaze trained forward, “There’s no-“

“Look, I’m asking you out of courtesy,” Kara cut in, “but you and I both know that I could just as easily ask Nia, and she would fold almost instantly.”

Alex grumbled irritably under her breath - Nia still had yet to build an effective resistance to Kara’s puppy dog eyes and this particular weakness had caused no small amount of trouble for Alex over the last five years.

“It is Lena related, right?” Kara checked, though it was completely unnecessary.

For Alex to actively try and keep a secret from her, it couldn’t be about anything else. And it had been more or less confirmed by her sister's reaction to her threatening to go to Nia.

“Just because I’m keeping a secret, doesn’t automatically mean it’s to do with Lena.” Alex tried, though the conviction behind her statement was weaker than wet tissue paper.

The redhead side-eyed her and Kara merely had to arch an unimpressed eyebrow in return for the DEO director to deflate.

“Okay maybe it’s a little to do with Lena.” Alex admitted with a wince, rubbing the back of her neck in defeat.

Kara threw her hands up in exasperation. “It’s been over five years, okay? I’m fine!”

Her bellowed declaration of stability, made the nearby DEO agents look over with a mix of curiosity and concern. Kara grimaced at the reaction and as such didn’t resist when Alex grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the central room and into her private office.

Alex turned to face her fully, lips pressed tight together and hands firm on her own hips (it had always annoyed Kara that Alex managed to make her signature superhero pose far more intimidating than her own attempts).

“Yelling I’m fine, definitely helps your case.” Alex retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kara had the good grace to look suitably embarrassed for a moment before launching into the same variation of the speech she gave every time there was a morsel of Lena news to be had. “I screwed up, okay? Big time screwed up - ‘regret it for the rest of my life’ screwed up!” Kara declared prompting a beleaguered sigh from her sister who knew the blatant lie that was coming next. “But I’ve made my peace with it. I won’t spiral into another depressive episode when I hear how happy she is.”

Alex shook her head, not even remotely convinced - not that Kara could blame her, the last time Alex had been pestered into telling her a Lena update, Kara had spent a weekend on a drinking binge that had successfully proven that there were limits even for a kryptonian.

“I don’t think-“ Alex began.

“What is it?” Kara demanded. “Is she getting another medal from the president?”

Alex shook her head, jaw clenching and unclenching. “Kara, you don’t want to know this.”

“Her and Kal save the world again?” Kara barrelled on, her lips curling into a jealous snarl. “The greatest Luthor and Super duo continue to make the world a better place?”

That particular news article had been printed and burned by Kara’s heat vision more times than she dared admit to anyone.

“Kara, please-“ Alex begged, expression crumpling as Kara relentlessly pushed.

“Tell me, I can take it.” Kara proclaimed, voice coming out high pitched and strained. “Is she dating someone again? Another famous actress? That Olympic male gymnast? What-“

“She’s getting married.”

A bomb must have gone off, Kara thought to herself.

A kryptonite bomb.

It was the only thing that could explain the ringing in her ears, and the way everything just… hurt.

A shard of kryptonite must have pierced her chest and cut her heart into jagged pieces. That was the only thing that could explain it.

“What?” She questioned, barely above a whisper. She didn’t quite recognise her own voice - it sounded shattered and unfamiliar. She also didn’t know what she was asking.

Didn’t know what ‘what’ was all about.

What just happened?

What did you say?

What post-apocalyptic reality are we living in now?

“Next week, she’s getting married.” Alex explained, giving Kara answers she no longer wanted. “Sam, Ruby, Kal and Lois are invited.”

She knew it should sting. Not being invited even though they hadn’t spoken in nearly five years. That she should feel something about the fact that Lena had omitted Alex, Brainy, Nia and J’onn as well - it further reinforced how Lena believed them to be Kara’s friends and never hers (which was one of the things Kara regretted most - how her poor treatment of Lena had infected and destroyed everyone else’s friendship with the youngest Luthor).

“To who?” Kara asked, tone cold, hollow… empty.

“Kara,” Alex murmured softly, reaching out to comfort her sister, “this clearly isn’t good for you.”

Kara jerked backwards so fast that the papers on Alex’s desk shot into the air, fluttering down around the sisters like snow.

“Just tell me!” Kara ordered, hands turned into white knuckle fists at her sides that would be capable of tearing through the strongest of metals. Her eyes heated but she managed to stave the fire in them as she glowered at her sister.

Alex slumped back, leaning heavily against her desk, running a frantic hand through her short hair. “Does it matter?” Alex muttered defeatedly, brown eyes filled with pity and sympathy as she stared up into Kara’s eyes.

“Of course it fucking matters,” Kara snapped in outrage before she had a chance to stop and think , “because it’s not me!”

The admission hung heavy and rotting between them. It wasn’t a revelation to either of them, though the fact that the intensity of Kara’s feelings hadn’t dampened despite the separation of half a decade was.

“Kara…” Alex breathed, standing back up and moving towards the blonde with the obvious intent of hugging her.

“I should get back to CatCo.” Kara mumbled, cheeks a fiery red with shame. She stepped hurriedly away from her sister and was already halfway out the door before she halted, turning back to call out a sad yet sincere. “Thanks for telling me.”

Xxx

“I genuinely don’t get why you love these films so much.” Lena remarked, hands cupping her just made cup of cocoa, nose adorably scrunched up as she snuggled back down on the sofa beside Kara, who didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around her best friend’s shoulders.

“They’re sweet and romantic.” Kara replied with a happy sigh, turning to nuzzle into the side of Lena’s head for a fleeting moment as the film’s lead started her joyful march down the aisle. “It makes me hopeful.”

“Hopeful?” Lena repeated curiously, leaning away slightly so she could meet Kara’s blue eyes.

Kara shrugged, ducking her head bashfully, “It’s stupid.”

“Hey,” Lena murmured gently, freeing a hand from her mug so that she could interlace her warmed fingers with Kara’s, “you could never be stupid, especially not about something like this.” Her best friend asserted, before asking seriously, “You want the classic big white wedding?”

“Uh…” Kara blushed, cheeks pinking as her mind struggled to kick into gear.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena that the reason she loved weddings more than any other event is because they so closely resembled Kryptonian Bonding ceremonies. That the exchanging of rings, polished everlasting metal, reminded her of wonderfully crafted bracelets clasped on wrists. That it was an occasion for family to join together across generations, for the rare flashes of art and music on Krypton to take centre stage over cold science.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena that after being alone, abandoned and lost - ripped away from her home in the cruelest of ways - that the idea of belonging to someone else, of having a home in someone else regardless of time or location was what Kara wanted more than anything else.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena because it would require admitting the truth of who she really was, it would require taking accountability for years of lies.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena without losing her forever.

“Yeah.” Kara coughed awkwardly, “I want the whole thing. Beautiful dress, surrounded by family… the love of my life at the end of the aisle. Everything.” She shot Lena a side-long glance, “I’m guessing you don’t?”

“Never really been my thing,” Lena admitted readily and Kara’s heart twisted at how Lena didn’t hesitate to bare herself, how she gave all of herself when it could be argued that Kara - at best - only gave half, “probably because I can’t imagine I have enough people in my life to invite and feel ‘surrounded’.” Lena pursed her lips thoughtfully, “I also don’t get the need for the spectacle. Just the idea that there’s someone out there that would want to…” Kara watched her best friend deflate, expression wistful and pained, “be with me, love me like that… that’s more than enough.”

Kara’s eyes stung with barely suppressed tears at how little Lena thought of herself. Whoever had the privilege of marrying her best friend would be the single luckiest and most fortunate person in the universe and Kara wished Lena knew that, wished she believed it. But when she opened her mouth to say it, to proclaim it, her breath faltered and her courage abandoned her… like it always did with the youngest Luthor.

“So no white dress?” Kara muttered instead, voice meek and lacking the lightheartedness that should have carried the question.

It didn’t matter, though, Lena let out a quick exhale that resembled something on the edge of laughter. Kara’s escalating heart rate settled at that, however, it did little to alleviate the pang of regret that was steadily accompanying all her interactions with the CEO.

“Well, I guess I could be convinced by someone special.” Lena teased, shooting Kara an overtly salacious wink that wouldn’t - on the surface - be considered genuine.

“Anyone that marries you will have to be special.” Kara replied, the statement tumbling out instantly.

It wasn’t the heartfelt confession that Kara wished it to be and it wasn’t quite light enough to be dismissed as a friendly reassurance. Instead, it was yet another thing that fell into the ethereal greyness that lied between them, something to tuck away and think back on late at night when they tried to work out if the other meant it the way they wished they did.

“Yeah?” Lena whispered, piercing green eyes studying Kara’s face closely.

Kara swallowed thickly, “Yeah.”

Xxx

Lena found out less than six weeks after that movie night. They defeated Lex and Kara had been on the edge of breathing easy, of being able to simply relax back into her life when it all came crashing down.

They had been at Games Night and Kara had been antsy, waiting for her best friend to arrive. The thought of pulling Lena into a hug had been what she had been looking forward to most all day.

Kara was at peace, laughing and drinking with her friends - her family - when Lena had arrived. Kara had beamed up at her immediately and for a second Lena’s entrancing green eyes lit up in return before turning dark and distant.

Kara’s smile faltered, crinkle appearing between her brows when-

The wine bottle smashed into the wall behind Kara’s head.

Deathly silence fell over the area.

Kara looked into hollow, emptied out versions of her favourite green. She would have preferred anger, fury, rage… the defeated nothingness staring back at the Kryptonian was far worse.

Lena turned and left, grinding Kara’s heart to dust and taking the sand particles left with her.

She knew.

She knew because Lex had told her.

She knew because she had gone to stop her brother, intent on saving the world like always only to find out that those she was saving the world for didn’t view her as their equal. That the people she treated as family had kept her on the outskirts. That her best friend had lied, had manipulated, had-

xxx

It was Lois that found out everything from Lena.

When the fallout had happened, as Kara and the Superfriends realised what they had lost, the blonde hero sent notice to her cousin that his identity was probably known as well (mostly because she remembered how hurt she had been when Kal shared her secret without her consent). Kal and Lois had arrived almost immediately, frantic and terrified (especially with baby Jon to consider) at the concept of a Luthor knowing their identity.

Kara, joined by all the Superfriends, quickly put their minds to rest, sharing Lena’s actions from before, her dependability, kindness and inherent goodness. Kal and Lois were convinced their secret was safe but they were horrified to hear how Lena had been isolated and kept at arms length after her considerable good deeds. Alex and the others had squirmed uncomfortably and tried to weakly talk around their hesitancy.

Kal and Lois had simply looked at Kara for an explanation but she had none. Yet again the words would not come.

It was Lois, therefore, that had sought out the youngest Luthor and through her incredible tenacity was able to gain access where everyone else was rebuffed and harshly rejected.

It was Lois that comforted Lena, gave her support and sympathy.

It was Lois that relayed Lena’s demand that they give her space.

It was Lois that suggested Lena return to Metropolis - presenting it as a way to celebrate how L-Corp, after Lena’s repeated sacrifices and heroism, was fully rehabilitated and ready to reclaim its once home.

It was Lois that encouraged Lena and Kal to work together becoming an unstoppable force that Kara and Lena had always danced on the precipice of.

A Luthor and a Super. Saving the world.

xxx

Kara did as asked. Gave Lena space. Or at least the semblance of space.

She checked in constantly, hovered nearby throughout the days and nights leading upto L-Corp’s departure and Lena along with it. She followed Lena’s jet to Metropolis, a sentinel ensuring safe passage.

She kept her distance for three months. Three months of stony silence before she broke.

Snapped, more like.

Landing on Lena’s new balcony in Metropolis that had been specially built for Superman this time - not for her, though Kara, at the time, had hoped that she had been considered consciously or unconsciously as well.

Kara couldn’t remember the exact words.

She remembered crying from beginning to end.

Remembered ‘I loved you’ - past tense.

Remembered finally breaking through Lena’s cold, hardened shell to the raw, bleeding wound hidden underneath and regretting it almost immediately.

Remembered how seeing Lena’s agony was worse than kryptonite, worse than watching Krypton burn…

Remembered Lena saying she needed time to heal, for Kara to stop hovering nearby - because she knew, she sensed Kara’s presence even without seeing her once - and to give her time to stop thinking of Kara and feeling only pain when she did so.

Remembered promising to do just that.

Remembered a timer starting to count in her head - the seconds that she would be condemned to purgatory.

Remembered the hope that just refused to go out - the hope that whispered give it time, give it time, give it time with every beat of her heart.

Remembered thinking that given enough time Lena would reach out and they would get the chance that Kara had almost destroyed for them.

Remembered flying zig-zagged and dangerous to Alex where her endless stream of tears returned to full flow as she sobbed into her sister’s shoulder using words and phrases like ‘heartbroken’ and ‘I love her’ and ‘I can’t survive this pain’ and ‘what do I do?’ and ‘I can’t breathe’.

Remembered a hollowed out shell of Kara Danvers moving through the motions for a year, for two, three, four… five...

Remembered taking up drinking to excess whenever she saw Lena’s life flourish and grow - not because she didn’t want Lena to be happy, that was what Kara wanted and wished for more than anything - because she wasn’t there with her for those life-changing events.

Remembered Alex and Kelly’s worries growing with each occurrence, intervening more and more to such a degree that they encouraged Kara to consider AA meetings - she did eventually, and found destroying entire junkyards to be a healthier coping mechanism, external destruction rather than internal.

Remembered Brainy at the behest of Alex, setting up Kara’s phone and computer to prevent searching for any keywords affiliated to Lena and to alert Alex if Kara ever managed to stumble upon a news article.

Remembered listening to Kal and Lois skipping large parts of stories where it was clear that Lena was involved - it was nice in some way to know Lena was getting the credit she deserved, but it hurt when Kal’s stories started to involve gaps at Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year (events that made Kara’s loneliness even more acute and her longing intensify).

Remembered her life without Lena.

Remembered regret and guilt and loss.

Remembered-

“She’s getting married.”

xxx

Kara shouldn’t have been there. Shouldn’t be anywhere in the vaguest vicinity of where she currently was.

The bride was dressed in a simple silky white shift, sipping intermittently from her champagne glass as she stared contemplatively up at the designer white dress hanging off the door in front of her. Raven locks were pinned up, so tight and intricate that it made Kara wince sympathetically at how it must tug and pinch at the bride’s scalp - she’d always preferred it down, loose and curling… soft and inviting. The bride’s make-up was artistic with a dramatic edge that would captivate but made her look… not like herself in Kara’s opinion.

Or maybe after five years it made Lena look more like herself - the version of herself she had become once free of Kara and all the pain she brought into her life.

She was hovering outside the dressing room window, trying to work out how far she was willing to take this. If it would be better to leave without saying anything, to try and leave some part of Lena’s life unspoiled.

It was the fear that she had always given into when she was best friends with Lena that made her decision for her. Like speaking her truth and learning to ask for what she wanted - Kara had also promised herself that she would never allow that bone deep fear to stop her ever again.

The window was open and it was as good an invite as Kara was ever going to get.

“Lena?”

The beautiful bride-to-be jerked in her place, champagne glass nearly tumbling to the floor but saved at the last second.

She didn’t turn around for a beat… then two…

Kara was just about to escape back through the window when Lena exhaled slowly and pivoted round to meet her.

“Kara?” Lena breathed out, green eyes closed off and wary.

The kryptonian studied the love of her life for a moment, taking in every little detail - soaking it all up as if accepting that this would be the last time she might ever get to see it again. That the timer that had counted past five years would stop after this moment, the hope powering it gone forever.

“Don’t marry them, please.” Kara requested, no flowery language, no build up. Just the honest truth.

“What?” Lena’s jaw dropped and the champagne glass didn’t survive the second shock, crashing to the ground - released by trembling fingers.

“Don’t marry them.” Kara repeated, uncaring of how the carpet below them soaked up the amber liquid.

Lena’s expression flitted through an array of emotions before settling on indignant rage, “And why the hell not?!”

Kara didn’t flinch, didn’t retreat, instead she stood taller, the crest of her super suit catching the early afternoon light. “Because it should have been me. It still should be me.”

Lena scoffed in disbelief, “You can’t be serious. Now? You’re doing this now?”

Kara pursed her lips, fighting back the regret that always came with the reminders of countless missed opportunities. “Yes.”

The straightforwardness of Kara’s answers seemed to be throwing Lena, leaving her wrong-footed, clearly expecting the blonde to talk around and hint and imply like she used to.

But Kara had learnt. (The lesson had been too painful not to.)

“You had years, Kara!” Lena argued, “Years where I…. I threw myself at you. Practically begged you to love me… to trust me…”

“I know.” Kara replied sadly, wanting desperately to reach out when Lena’s pretty green eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. “I know. But I’m here now.”

“I don’t want you to be.” Lena muttered, arms crossed over her chest and head ducked downwards to hide her expression.

“I know that too.” Kara assured, fingers twitching with the desire to make contact, to comfort and coax - even after all these years her body remembered, the pathways of hardwired instinct related to her best friend were still there, still active even if temporarily closed for service.

“Then why are you here?” Lena murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I’m in love with you.”

Lena’s head snapped up at that, green eyes like saucers.

Kara’s single biggest regret was that she had never said those words to Lena before, had alluded and pointed at them during their final interaction but had never outright said them. And Lena had deserved to hear them then and deserved to hear them now to forever vanquish the doubts that had always been with her.

“Because I’m in love with you and we didn’t get our chance.” Kara affirmed, taking a half step closer to the bride, her red heeled boots and Lena’s bare feet meaning the younger woman had to tip her head ever so slightly back to maintain eye contact. “We didn’t get our chance because of me. Because I was afraid, I was so afraid of losing you. Of doing even the slightest thing that could mean you weren’t in my life. And in the end every action I took out of fear of losing you ensured just that. I’ve spent five years without you, Lena, and I can’t bear a single day more.”

“Kara,” Lena whispered, “I’m getting married.”

“I know.” Kara smiled sadly before adding, “Don’t.”

“What are you suggesting? Seriously?” Lena sighed, shaking her head mournfully and Kara knew she was losing her then.

“I’m suggesting that we have our chance now before it's gone forever.”

Gathering the small amount of courage Kara had left, she tentatively let her hands nudge forwards, brushing against Lena’s cool, pale fingers. That small contact was everything. Made it easier to breathe, made the colours of the world more vibrant, made everything just more.

“I let fear hold me back from the person that made me happiest in the entire universe and I won’t let it hold me back again.”

“Kara…” Lena whimpered, glancing back over her shoulder at the closed door that her wedding dress was displayed on, though she didn’t pull her hand away from Kara’s touch, didn’t flinch or retreat.

“Do it.” Kara pleaded, stepping across that final slither of distance between them, her forehead leaning forward to rest gently against the side of Lena’s, “Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.”

Lena inhaled shakily, head returning to forward facing - foreheads pressed against one another, breathing in the same air - and then… and then…

Lena’s hands slipped fully into Kara’s, fingers intertwining together.

#supercorp #supercorpfic #i feel no remorse for this #tempted to do a part two

[chocolatecakecas]

Quality Family Time: Baby Jack ficlet

for the bah discord besties<3

In Dean's humble opinion, the week was off to a pretty good start. Sunday, he and Cas took Jack to the library and let him go wild in the children's section, then let him run off his "excitement about literature" in the park, ending with lunch at their favorite diner, which is Dean's humble opinion qualifies as a pretty great Sunday afternoon. And then Sammy and Eileen finished up their hunt earlier than expected, and they even brought back Claire and Kaia as a surprise. Meaning they got to all have a much-needed family dinner, movie night, and catch up with the girls. And they decided to stay for a few days, which meant extra babysitters, which really meant, he and Cas could have their date night this week. And of course it also meant Dean had a few days to just hang out with his family, watch some movies, watch his kids bond, run some stupid errands, cook some big meals. 

Now it was Wednesday, and Dean was spending the day with Eileen and Jack, while the others opted to help Sam with the supply run. Eileen was getting a movie queued up for Jack's nap, while Dean got a start on some laundry.  

(read the rest under the cut)

He was currently running out to the garage to grab the blanket he keeps folded in Baby's trunk, smiling fondly at the memory of Monday's date night.  

So yeah as far as Wednesdays go, Dean was having a pretty good one.

At least, he was.

Dean's stomach dropped as he flicked the lights on, barely registering the clang of his keys hitting the floor, standing frozen in the doorway.  

He's hallucinating, he must be. There's absolutely no way that-

He squeezed his eyes shut, counting to ten while he tried to will away the hallucination with his mind. But unfortunately for Dean, he didn't have that kind of mind power, because that thing was still sitting there when he opened his eyes.

Fuck.

Forcing his feet to move, Dean stepped further into the garage, reaching out a shaking hand as he inched forward. 

He'll just touch it and his hand will go through it, and he can blame this hallucination on that questionable burger he ate at some local joint they all went to last night. It'll be fi-

Dean's blood turned to ice as his hand connected with cool metal. He quickly jumped back in shock, jaw hitting the floor.

Because last time he checked, Dean didn't leave an 18 foot long Lightning McQueen sitting in his beloved Baby's parking spot. 

He tried to speak but all that came out was an incoherent squeak, as he raced around the car inspecting every inch of it.

He couldn't get any of the doors open or the hood for that matter, but as far as he could tell it seemed to be a real car, despite being a cartoon look-a-like. 

Well, at least it wasn't talking. 

"Ka-chow"

Dean slumped over onto the roof of the car, banging his head, fists following in defeat.

Because there was a Lightning McQueen look-a-like with a toy voice box, parked in the garage of their super top-secret underground Bunker, in place of one of his most prized possessions. 

Maybe he spoke too soon about having a pretty good Wednesday. 

Why is this happening? How did this thing get in here? Where is his Baby? Is she alright? Can he even get her back? How the hell did this ev-

Son of a bitch. 

"Jack!" Dean called, voice coming out more strangled than he'd care to admit. 

Of course. Cars had become Jack's new obsession over the past week, they first watched it on Friday night and he's insisted on watching it at least once a day ever since. 

Dean groaned scrubbing his hands down his face. There's truly never a dull moment with a half-Nephilim toddler. 

Jack probably didn't even realize what happened. Sometimes his powers react before his mind can catch up with them, like when he subconsciously made all of his toys come to life after Toy Story became his favorite movie. The kid probably didn't even know about the Cars wannabe parked in the garage, besides his kid would never tamper with Bab-

"Dee! You found Lightning!" 

Dean's jaw once again found its way back down to the floor. His own kid.

He turned to see his four-year-old come bounding into the garage, practically bursting with joy.

"What the hell"

Dean tore his gaze away from Jack to see Eileen frozen in the doorway, who's jaw also joined Dean's on the floor. 

"Look see it's just like Lightning, Dee!" Jack cheered as he ran over to check out the car, regaining Dean's attention.

"Uh...ye-yeah buddy. I-I can see that bu-" Dean began sounding pained, only to be cut off by Jack.

"It's a real car, Dee. You can drive it! And look I gots all the stickers on it too"

"Yeah kiddo, bu-"

"And it can talk too! It says all of Lightning's things! Do you like it Dee? Where you surprised?" Jack asked as he wrapped himself around Dean's legs, smiling up at him without a care in the world.

Dean still mostly in shock, glanced up at Eileen who looked to be in the same boat, except she was holding back barely contained laughter. 

Great no help from his best friend, traitor. So Dean shakily knelt down placing his hands on Jack's shoulders.

"Listen, Squirt. I was definitely surprised. But yo-"

"Oh my god"

Dean's head jerked up to see Sam, Cas, Claire, and Kaia now standing with Eileen in the doorway, dropped grocery bags spilling out onto the floor. All of them too stunned to move, except for Cas who luckily must have noticed the distress in Dean's eyes.

"Jack, Baby. What is this?" Cas asked, quickly making his way over to them, quickly kneeling down beside Dean.

"I made Baby into Lightning! Ta da!"

"Wait, that thing is my Baby?" Dean asked voice cracking. 

And of course, that's what did it.

Sam doubled over in laughter, Eileen, Claire, and Kaia quickly following, and Cas was beside him, clearly trying to conceal his laughter.

"God this is the best thing I've ever seen" Sam wheezed in the background, and if Dean weren't still reeling he'd walk right over and punch him. 

Cas placed a grounding hand on Dean's shoulder, all while trying to bite back his smile. Well, Dean appreciated the gesture, at least he was trying to be considerate, unlike some people he knew.

"Bug, do you remember what Daddy and I told you about using your powers?" Cas begins, trying and failing to sound stern.

"That I can't make my toys be alive! And I didn't Baby isn't alive, and she's not even a toy!" Jack explains with a smile. 

"Yea-yeah Squirt, but the second part of that little talk was that you shouldn't use your powers unless you ask Daddy, or me, or Uncle Sammy or Aunt Eileen, remember?" Dean supplied after he finally got his gears spinning again.

"Ooooohhh. Oops, sorry!"Jack shrugs and he even had half a mind to at least look a little bit sorry, but it's drowned out by another fresh wave of laughter.

"I'm so glad we decided to stay longer, does stuff like this happen all the time?" Kaia laughed behind him, as Claire wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Oh I'm so glad my distress is amusing to all of you!" Dean shot back, voice still a little unsteady, which only caused them to laugh harder. Cas met his eyes, as he squeezed his shoulder, scooting closer.

"Squirt it's okay, just uh don't do it again....now where exactly is the real Baby?" Dean asked cutting right to the chase, not missing the look Cas gave him for glossing over the whole "don't use your powers without asking" lesson.

But there was time for that later, because right now his Baby was currently a firetruck red cartoon racecar with eyes.

"That is Baby. I just made her look like that, it's her. See!" Jack explained jumping up and dragging Dean over. Everyone else followed suit, Sam giving him a shit eating grin as he handed Dean the discarded keys.

To Dean's surprise, the key unlocked the car just like baby, and the interior looked exactly the same.

"Wow kid, this is honestly pretty cool" Claire complimented with a low whistle, which earned her a death glare from Dean, only making her laugh harder.

Unbelievable. All of his kids have it out for his car today.

Dean heaved a sigh as he watched his family examine every inch of the car, not bothering to hold back their laughter at this point.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we didn't watch How to Train Your Dragon" Cas quipped wrapping Dean in his arms as he pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Dean flopped over and laid his forehead on Cas's shoulder, letting a soft laugh escape.

"Yeah well, at least my car wouldn't have been caught in the crossfire" Dean groaned back, feeling Cas' laugh rumble in his chest.

"Yes I know this is a tragedy, clearly the real live dragons would have caused less damage-well less emotional damage anyway"

"Woah, look at that, he's got jokes. Alright everyone step away from the racecar" Dean smirked, yelling that last bit as he pushed away from Cas' chest. He made his way over to Jack who was currently in the driver's seat (keys nowhere near the ignition of course), showing everyone how the horn says McQueen catchphrases now.

"Alright Houdini, while the Lightning McQueen trick was very cool, and we've reminded you that we don't use powers unless we ask. It's time to turn him back into Baby, capiche?" Dean said in the most no-nonsense tone he could manage as he kneelt down to Jack's level.

And of course Dean's very logical, very simple, very warranted request resulted in an uproar from his family.

"Wait you aren't even gonna take it for a spin?"

"You've literally got thee Lightning McQueen sitting in your garage"

"Dean c'mon one dri-"

"Nope. Not happening. Now way am I driving that thing" Dean cut in, flinging his arms out for emphasis and effectively silencing the traitor-his family.

Then he felt a little tug on his shirt.

"Please Dee? One time, then I change Baby back?" Jack asked with his best puppy dog eyes, and Dean quickly made a mental note to kick Sam's ass for teaching him that.

And as he slowly tilted his head back up, he was met with four pleading faces, all hovering around the car He desperately turned his gaze towards Cas knowing he'd be the voice of reason, he'd neve-

"Well, it would be a waste not to take the car for at least one ride" Cas shrugged almost sheepishly, barely hiding his grin. Dean stared back into his eyes trying to will him to change his mind, but he knew it was pointless.

Dean sighed his defeat, running a hand down his face. Damnit

"Fine, one drive-and I mean one. Twenty minutes tops" He shouted, throwing his hands in air in exasperation as everyone cheered.

And when Dean found himself driving back to the bunker four hours later, he and failed tried to hid his smile. He glanced in the mirror at Claire and Jack passed out, while Kaia and Sam held a whispered conversation in the magically (which Jack may or may not have had a hand in) stretched out backseat. Eileen turned in the front seat joining the conversation, as Cas sat in the middle, pressed up against Dean.

Cas gave his hand a squeezing, shooting him a knowing smile, which only earned a nudge from Dean.

So yeah, maybe Dean did almost have a heart attack earlier in the day. And maybe he did have to let a bunch of annoying people in the next town over pose for pictures with the car when they stopped for dinner. And maybe the horn said "Ka-chow" and "I am speed". And maybe the drive was more than twenty minutes. But in Dean's humble opinion, it was still a pretty good Wednesday after all.

Lightning McQueen be damned.

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