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devilry-revelry · 1 year
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Your honor, I love them.
“You gave them soup?!”
“Well, yeah. It’s cold outside.”
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“You didn’t shoot at them?”
“The gun is way over there.”
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radically-annoyed · 4 months
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twelfthdoctorwho · 23 days
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quindread · 9 months
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DISCREPANCIES
Yet another Daminette post.
An actual fic this time. IDK if this will remain a one-shot or nah.
It’s not everyday you discover that the person you are undeniably attracted to is a retired hero. Damian did not know whether to feel horrified or relieved.
This was Jason’s fault like always. He just had to go and befriend Marinette as his alter-ego. And somehow that ended up with her outing her past so she could purge the pit madness out of him because she was kind and generous like that.
But who was he kidding, Damian was happy for his older brother. This was Jason’s chance at normal life. Besides, demoting him back to Peter sounded like an appropriate retribution anyways.
Now, Spoiler, Orphan, and Red Hood were on Marinette’s balcony as was agreed upon. Since Marinette was familiar enough with Damian and his mask could only cover so much, Robin was relegated to chair duty since it was too risky to have him in the meeting. So he wormed his way into a task he would normally leave to the other members of his team to be able to observe - babysit - his siblings in fear that they would scare Marinette off.
Through the Bat-computer, Red Hood could be seen knocking four times against Marinette’s glass door when the clock struck ten. Not a second later and it slid open.
Damian did not expect to see a topless blond. And so did everyone else it seems from the sound of gasps coming from inside the cave and the monitors. He could not even imagine any guy close to Marinette without the risk of popping a vein. But there he was, gaping at the view of an unknown guy his age standing in her apartment.
“Oh, hey. It’s the batfam!” The man grinned like it was completely normal to have three vigilantes on what was supposed to be a lone woman’s balcony. “Come in! Mari’s waiting in the living room.”
Mari?
An invisible weight dropped against Damian’s stomach. This guy was apparently on nickname basis with Marinette.
The footage shook slightly as his siblings step foot into Marinette’s home. He ignores the pit in his stomach in favor of taking in every detail he could. Cream walls, random trinkets, vintage decorations, and a painting he recognized as a gift her gave her, framed and hanged beside a vase of irises. The weight in his chest seem to dissipate at the sight.
Then the footage pans to the topless guy again as he opens a door. He could hear Timothy whistle in appreciation and Damian would have shivered in disgust if the monitor did not currently have the vision that is Marinette Dupain-Cheng plastered on it.
She stands and smiles and Damian could only stare. He was glad the monitors were generations better than the ones his father originally used. He could see how her eyes crinkle into half moons as she greets his siblings.
“Sit wherever you like.” Her voice sounded just as refreshing coming from speakers.
His siblings all settle around on their chosen seats. From Spoiler’s view, the topless blond is seen leaning against adjacent wall. Where the fuck is his shirt?
“Uh, is he supposed to be here?” Spoiler points at the guy and Damian takes note of this, she did always support him in his paltry romance endeavors.
“Oh! This is Adrien Graham de Vanily—“ Ah, yes the next name to be added in Damian’s ledger. “—but you may know him as the first Chat Noir.”
Oh.
That changed everything. Marinette told Hood about her relationship and role in the Court. She mentioned that she was closest to the cats and the dragon - they had a good camaraderie. They were teammates. Friends. Just friends.
But why in the world was he without a shirt? Does he not have any decency, lounging there like he was some sort of nudist? Is this some datum of friendship Damian was not aware of?
“And why is he…?” Yes, Stephanie asking the right questions.
Marinette eyes her friend and sighs. “Ah, we were—“
“We were in the middle of a very heated debate,” Graham says with a smirk and Damian swear he could see crimson. He squeezes his armrest hard.
Footsteps sound from his back. “Dames, it’s probably nothing—“
“Fuck off, Drake.”
“Okay! Woah. Last names. Geez, you really like her.” Before Damian could respond, a smack echoes through the cave.
On the monitor, Marinette is shown standing by Graham as she slaps him on the arm repeatedly. It sounded like music to Damian’s ears.
“Stop.“
Smack.
“Saying.“
Smack.
“Stuff“
Smack.
“Like“
Smack.
“That.“
Smack.
“People will get the wrong idea!” Marinette admonishes but her efforts are futile as Graham laughs louder at every contact of her hand against his skin. She faces Damian’s siblings with a slight flush on her face.
“We really were debating,” she says.
“About what exactly.” Red Hood drawls in amusement. “And did he really need to be shirtless for it?”
“It was to prove a point!” Graham exclaims.
“And the point being; you lose!” Marinette slaps him again.
“You’re biased! I’m literally a model!”
“Ex-model!”
“B—I—A—S—E—D.”
“Am not!”
Graham sticks a finger into each of his ears. “Your biased opinions are painful. I gonna get tinnitus,” he snickers and that seems to stop Marinette from hitting him again. Shame, it was beginning to get entertaining.
She glares at him for a second which just seemed to amuse Graham even further.
“You know what,” Marinette starts. “You can call me biased and I won’t give a fuck.” Damian definitely did not get hooked at the way she cursed.
Marinette pokes Graham’s chest before taking a huge breathe.
“Because for me, Damian Wayne is way hotter than you.”
.
.
.
Tim gasps beside him. “Holy shit.”
Holy shit, indeed.
Damian sat there, fully aware that he was probably as red as the accents on his suit. His head was ringing with embarrassment and he swears that he might get thermal shock if he tries to breathe in the drafty air from the cave.
And Marinette was not even finished. She pokes at Graham with ferocity - her every word clear with conviction.
“You may have abs but Damian was literally carved by the Gods.”
Damian disagrees but preens at the compliment anyways.
“I will die happily after he lets me take a body shot off of him.”
She can’t! Damian would be the one doing the dying the moment her tongue touches his abdomen. And he has been through it before, what’s one more if this is the particular cause of death?
“So, you do wanna bone him!” Graham exclaims smartly.
“Kwami! Yes, I do! Can this discussion wait another time?!” Marinette shoves him this time. Damian can hear his heartbeat drumming in his ears.
“But why don’t you?!”
Good question.
“Because we’re friends! And I’m fine with that!.”
Graham raises any eyebrow at her. “Are you?” He asks and she falters, stepping back with her arms crossed.
“Y-Yes!”
“You’re a shit liar.”
Marinette tries to slap his arm again but her catches his wrist. “You are more than just your duties, Marinette.”
The way Graham’s playful demeanor melts of his face suddenly reminds Damian that this man was a hero, a child soldier, who lived with his emotions under duress for years. His voice was solemn, grave with grief.
“You’ve given up more than anyone for the sake of the Order.”
“Adrien—“
“Why can’t you take a pause and live—“
“It’s not that!”
“Mari—“
“Damian isn’t interested in me—”
“You don’t know that!”
“—He’s gay!”
What the actual fuck?
“He and Jon dated. How am I supposed to compare to his best friend? And that’s even if he would so much as look at me which he never will because he is not interested on the opposite sex!
No. Nonononono. This was nightmare, somebody wake him up. Damian and Jon kissed twice and that was the end of it - you could find more spark in a coin battery. And he looked at Marinette plenty. He just makes sure she could not see him doing so like the sneaky assassin that he was.
Timothy had dropped to the ground a while ago and was cackling so hard that Damian fears he might pop open like a kernel and loose his spleen. Again.
From the monitor, his siblings were laughing up a storm as well as Marinette and Graham stood there in confusion.
“Wuahahahahahaha—He’s not—hahahaha—The Wayne kid is—Oh my god, I’m so glad I volunteered to be here.” The feed from Spoiler was pointed at the ceiling. Damian could imagine her clenching her stomach as throws her head back in laughter.
“He’s bisexual.” Orphan says, amused. The only reliable footage came from her albeit a little shaky.
Marinette blinks at her. “And you know that how?”
“We talk. Rescue him and his family all the time.” Hood and Spoiler could be heard agreeing.
Graham pushes Marinette down on her spot on the couch. “And now that we’ve established that, you are going to make a move on him,” he says.
“I will not.”
“You will—“
“He doesn’t see me like that!”
“—after you heal M. Hood.”
That snaps the mood in place and the conversation is stirred away from the topic of Damian.
Said subject was unfocused during the rest of the meeting, his thoughts replaying every single interaction he and Marinette had. In the end, he came to an obvious conclusion:
Marinette will be getting that body shot.
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AN: There you have it folks! Another one from my archive. I just edited the dialogues. And speaking of archives, should I post this on AO3?
Inspired by the recording contact lenses in Battinson. Here we have an indirect Daminette confession witnessed by Cass, Steph, Tim, and Jason.
You may have noticed that Damian first-names his siblings in this one. I always though that it would be a good measure of his growth as a person. And I headcanon Damian going from last names to middle names to first names as his tolerance (read love) for his siblings grows. He goes through middle names because his male siblings absolutely detests it (except Duke). Imagine pubescent Dami addressing Jason as “Peter”.
Adrien taking his mums maiden name after handing Gabriel’s ass to him? This is non-negotiable. But I really had no idea if I should write Damian referring to him as Graham or Vanily. I like graham crackers so there you go.
Damian and Jon as a ship will always have a place in my heart. Like I can see them trying for more but deciding against it. I think Jon has a partner in the comics. And with his new age, he and Damian now have this space between them I hate with a passion. (I saw a fan-art of Damian crying about how his Jon was taken from and I bawled like a baby. Please do link that art in the comments. I enjoy pain.)
And finally, should I make this a multi-chapter fic? Or is it satisfactory as one-shot?
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m1kasawps · 1 year
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑 - ( 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 ! )
synopsis -> in which you finally get to go on tour and some secrets unravel !
 warnings -> part two of milkshake, mentions of drug and alcohol use, not yet proof read !
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Eddie - So, after the first concert, everyone was just, so pumped, you know? Billy was doing his own thing in a separate part of the bus while Daisy was in her hotel room with her loser of a husband or whatever.
(Y/N) - And everyone else, they were doing lines and drinking beer, whatever. I wasn’t, I was with Billy.
Billy - (Y/N) never left my side during that tour.
“(Y/N), go have fun. I’m fine.” Billy shakes his head, sitting up on the couch. “I am having fun.” You smile, holding up your book and resting your legs over his legs. “I don’t need a babysitter.” He huffs. “I know, I’m not babysitting you, I’m sitting with you.” You roll your eyes, pressing your lips together in a line, annoyed at Billy’s stubbornness. “Fine.” The man gives in, simply watching you read in silence, well, except for the sounds of everyone else partying.
About an hour later, Eddie walks into the small space of the bus. “Hey.” You mumble. “Hi.” He whispers, noticing Billy’s asleep, his head resting on your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” You raise an eyebrow, carefully placing your book down and moving some hair out of Billy’s face. “Can we talk?” Eddie asks, clearly high as he’s barely able to make out the words. “Sure.” You say. You gently get off of the couch, making sure Billy doesn’t wake up. “Let’s talk somewhere else.” You grab Eddie’s hand, not wanting to wake up your other band member. You walk past everyone, eventually reaching the beds. You close the thin door, then sitting down on the edge of the bed with Eddie. “Okay, what’s up?” You breathe out, brushing some hair back from your face. “I think I love you.” He laughs, showing off his classic smirk. “Oh my-” Your expression immediately turns grim, your heart shattering into a million pieces. Normally, you’d be over the moon about this, but he’s not in the right headspace for a love confession. “No, I know I love you.” He reassures, nodding his head. “Fuck you.” You harshly say. Eddie’s eyes widen, clearly hurt by your words. “What?” He questions. “Fuck you, Eddie. Fuck you!” You stand up, and he does as well, not expecting it when you start hitting his chest. “You know what? I have loved you since the day I met you, and you are not about to give me some shitty, fake, confession while you’re on drugs!” You yell. “Quiet, everyone can hear you.” He whispers. “I don’t give a fuck!” You cry out. “It’s not fake! Like, how they say, uh, what’s that thing?” He sighs, pausing to think, “Drunk words, sober thoughts. Something like that.” He snaps his fingers. “Yeah, yeah?” You glare at him, “Get out.” You push him away from you. “Okay, I’m sorry, let me explain. I love you, seriously, I’ve loved you for, like, forever. I just didn’t have the courage to do anything.” He explains. “Oh, you didn’t have the courage until you got high?” You shake your head. “Yes, you get it!” He walks back towards you, ready to kiss you. “No, get out of here.” You don’t back down on your word. “We can talk tomorrow, when you’re sober.” You add, wiping away your tears. “Wait, I’m sorry-” Eddie steps even closer to you, but you press your hand on his chest. “I know.” You breathe out, ushering him out of the room.
You wake up to the sound of people shuffling around the bus, causing you to get out of bed and exit the room, wearing the same outfit from yesterday, your hair messy, and makeup smudged. “Good morning.” Billy smiles at the sight of you, handing you a takeout bag. “What’s this?” You ask him. “Pancakes from some diner down the street.” Warren answers your question instead, gesturing for you to sit next to him on the couch. “Thanks.” You turn away from Billy and move towards the couch, sitting beside Warren and opening the paper bag, taking out a small tray of pancakes. “Where are Karen and Graham?” You take a bit out of the warm pancakes. “Probably having sex.” Warren laughs. “What?!” You practically choke on your food, slamming the utensils down on your plastic plate. “Kidding.” He grins, causing you to hit his side, “Ow! Chill!” He huffs. “Okay, I’m going for a run before we leave.” Billy says, leaving the bus before you can say anything. “Uh oh, troubles with Daisy.” Eddie suddenly walks into the room, immediately moving in between you and Warren. “Shut up.” You scoff. “Damn, who pissed in your cereal?” He jokes. “Don’t make me slap you.” You reply, your tone now serious. “Okay, that’s my sign to leave!” Warren shakes his head, getting up from the couch and walking away to the beds. “Now, let’s talk.” Eddie turns to face you. “I want to apologize.” He stops, “But what I said last night was true.” He continues. You open your mouth to protest, but he doesn’t let you, moving towards you and kissing you, placing his hands on your waist. You want to stop him, but you also don’t, it feels good, it feels right. You let yourself go, simply staying in the kiss. “See? Drunk words, sober thoughts.” Eddie laughs, pulling away from the kiss. “Shut up and kiss me again.” You grin.
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its-vannah · 1 year
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A Toast to the Bride and Groom | Graham Dunne x Reader
A/N: After all the angst Graham content I've been serving, you guys deserved something sweet.
Warnings: Implied sexual encounter (very, very minor), mentions of drug use, alcohol, alcoholism
Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist
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The sound of a fork tapping against someone's wine glass rang through the room, bringing everyone's attention to Graham.
"Before we get started and the band starts embarrassing me in front of my wife, I'd just like to thank all of you for coming today to celebrate with us," Graham said, smiling down at you as he spoke, "It was always my biggest dream to get married and I'm so happy I got to fulfill that with you."
Raising his glass, he looks around the room, grinning from ear to ear, "To Y/N Dunne."
The room erupted with applause and you couldn't help but lean into Graham's side. He eventually took his seat beside you, setting his class down.
Warren stood up not long after, clinking two classes together to get the attention that was already on him. When you come into a formal event wearing a fur vest, bell-bottoms, and round sunglasses, you brought attention to yourself.
Clearing his throat, Warren sat on the edge of the table, much to your parents dismay, "When I first met Graham, he was stick thin and getting over his first girlfriend who broke up with him at his locker. His dramatic ass acted like he'd never be able to move on. But he did, and when I say he upgraded, I mean it. I've never met a girl who puts a smile on my man's face more than Y/N/N. She really has become like a little sister to me. A wiser, smarter, prettier sister who puts up with my bullshit and Graham's."
Your mother cringes at his use of language, digging her nails into her fists as she throws you "the look." But you didn't pay her any mind.
Warren continued, "She allows us to continue our sword fights in their living room, encourages him to keep pursuing music, and loves him fully."
Looking around the room, clearing nearing being full on drunk, he winked at you and Graham, "I remember the night when she showed him how much she loved him."
To your left, your mother sank into her chair, her head in her hands. The two of you had told her you were waiting until marriage.
"To Y/N/N and peaches!" Warren said, holding up both glasses, pouring them both into his mouth, which ended with him pouring a glass directly down his chest.
Awkward silence and a few claps ensued, with Karen standing up next, waiting for everyone to quiet down.
"I'll keep it short and sweet, as I know half of have been very friendly with your alcohol, myself included," She began, "To go off of Warren, Graham—you're still awkward and you're still growing, but I think you have found the best woman to grow beside. And Y/N, let me know if you ever need any help babysitting these three."
She gestured to Warren, Eddie, and Graham, raising a brow before taking a seat.
Graham looked expectantly over at his brother, who was sat at his own table with Camila, Julia, and the twins. But Billy didn't move or even acknowledge him. His eyes were focused on the bottle of champagne in front of him, untouched.
Eddie went next, staying seated as he spoke, "Graham and I have known each other since we were kids in Pittsburgh. He was right when he said he was always dreaming of settling down. A big softy, really. But watching him meet and fall in love with Y/N made me realize how important it is to find someone who's right for you."
"Graham, man, I think it goes without saying, but we're happy for you. And Y/N, it's nice to see that he's not moping around anymore wondering if you like him back. Take good care of him, Dunne."
A smile grew on your face at his words, especially when he called you "Dunne." It was official, you married into one of the most famous families in America in the 70's.
Once again, Graham eyed Billy, waiting for him to speak. But he didn't even move.
Daisy stood, looking a bit out of place in her short, flashy dress and knee high boots, her ginger hair contrasting her heavy blue eyeshadow. It completely washed her out, as did all the drugs she was doing.
"Y/N was one of my first real friends who I could come to with anything. I trust her whole heartedly. She allows me to be—She lets—I'm the free spirit I am and she lets—She supports me."
Nothing she said was coherent, but she continued, "Graham, such a sweetheart. You two—congrats. You deserve the, you deserve... Congratulations."
Silence fell upon the room as she sat down in her chair. It broke your heart to see her like that, strung up on God knows what.
Graham squeezed your hand and before you knew it, your mother had raised her glass, tapping on it before rising to her feet.
"I remember the day I brought my daughter home from the hospital. She was so small in my arms, fast asleep as I carried her inside. It's hard to believe that she's married now. I feel like you should still be in my arms, asking me to check under your bed for monsters or sing you to sleep," She sighed, "Graham, you're a lovely boy. I never thought, and still don't think, anyone deserves my girl. But out of all the men she could've found, I'm happy it was you."
You knew her words were just for show, but for a moment, you let it all feel real.
She raised a glass, "To my sweet, beautiful, smart baby girl, and Graham."
He let out a small laugh beside you, shaking his head, whispering, "Only Mrs. L/N..."
Your head rested on his shoulder as Camila stood, "Billy's feeling a little under the weather today, so I'm speaking on his behalf, if you don't mind."
Graham felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest. His own brother couldn't put his own problems aside for one day? One day that wasn't about him?
Trying to restrain his tears, Graham nodded, forcing s smile on his face.
"Graham, I remember when Billy first introduced me to you. I'd never had a brother growing up, but you gave me the chance of getting firsthand experience. You were kind and funny, and especially good at the guitar then, and you're all those things and more now."
"Being married myself, I can't tell you what an honor it is to see the two of you finally together. There will be highs and lows for the rest of your lives together, but I have no doubt you'll rise above every obstacle that comes your way."
"Graham, Y/N, I'm so incredibly happy for the two of you. Mrs. Dunne, you've got a good one there, take good care of him for us."
For the next sixty five years, that's exactly what you did.
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frosty-tian · 11 months
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Random fun facts about the Burns:
Please Note: This is all information I (mostly) collected from Nicole Dubuc’s Twitter.
If you would like me to add screenshots as some sort of ‘evidence’ it might take a small while, and I simply made this post to have all information collected in one place.
Age (at start of show):
Cody: 10
Graham: 20
Dani: 21
Kade: 22
Charlie: 52 (but 53 in ‘Little White Lies’)
Favourite Colour:
Cody: Orange
Graham: Green
Dani: Blue
Kade: ‘Himself (even if it’s not a colour)’
Charlie: Grey
Second Language:
Graham: French
Dani: Japanese, and apparently sign language
Kade: Spanish (took it in school but remembers none of it)
Charlie: Spanish
Bonus:
Woodrow: Many (Greek, Latin, Aramaic, Urdu, Gorilla, Japanese, reads Hieroglyphics and more).
Favourite ‘Copyrighted Materials’:
Cody: Action-adventure
Graham: Myth Busters
Dani: NASCAR and romantic comedies
Kade: Blockbusters (especially ‘Maven Danger’ (James Bond))
Charlie: NCIS (the show)
Activities done with Cody when he was younger:
All siblings babysat him at some point.
Graham: He used to wow him with science experiments from his science kit. They also built their own tree fort together.
Dani: She was probably the best at babysitting Cody, because they liked similar things, and Dani always shared her stuffed animals with Cody. She liked to refine his basketball skills so she could have him on her team against Kade and Graham in family games.
Kade: He was super-protective of Cody when he was little, and Cody hero-worshipped him for awhile - until he figured out that “let's do Kade's chores" is not actually a game.
Charlie: This is with his family in general, they had ‘board game nights’ and ‘movie nights’, along with ‘story night’ (when everyone unplugs and just shares tales).
‘All the Burns kids love Cody and liked hanging out with him.’
Which Hogwarts house they would be in:
Cody: Gryffindor
Graham: Ravenclaw
Dani: Gryffindor
Kade: Hufflepuff (but would be mistaken to be a Gryffindor)
Charlie: Gryffindor
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wosowrites · 1 year
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Us Always ( Guro Reiten x Reader )
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warnings: none
a/n: i know this isn’t the most family oriented but i really tried 😭 hopefully it’s okay. based off this request:
prompt: cute family moments w guro
April 17 2021
By this time, you had known Guro for seven years, and you were madly in love with the norwegian, and she, with you. You were both 25, having been born only a day apart. Today was your four year anniversary. It had taken you guys a very long amount of time to start dating. You had known each other by playing for Norway, but you were in denial about your sexuality for a while, and so was Guro. You had told people you were best friends, but best friends hearts don’t start beating like crazy when they lie their head down on their 'friends' lap.
You had planned a whole thing for your anniversary. You had asked Sam Kerr, Erin Cuthbert and Millie Bright to distract your girlfriend for a few hours, from 4:00 pm to 6:00 pm, so that you could set up your appartement. Now you really weren’t into the lovey dovey things. You would get her flowers and chocolates and jewelry to express your love for her, you wouldn’t use words. Acts of service were your love language. And so, when Guro left, you told her you would be out till 6:30 because you had a meeting with Nike, your sponsor.
Guro didn’t think you were neglecting your anniversary, she had made you a nice breakfast in the morning and you guys had cuddled in bed for an hour, just being happy you were with each other. So, she didn’t argue when the girls asked her to hang out, although she did wish you were there.
Your plan for their night together was a really big throwback. You would be building a blanket fort, and ordering her her favorite food. Why? The night you and Guro had first kissed, you were babysitting Guro’s niece, who had insisted on building a blanket fort. Except turns out that she got tired halfway through and fell asleep. So you and Guro had brought her to bed, and then you decided to keep on building the fort. You had drifted to sleep together under a ceiling of blankets, and when you woke up at 2:00 in the morning, Guro was awake and looking at you. And you kissed her. The rest- as corny as it is- was history.
You got to work quickly, starting by cleaning the living room. You then built the fort. You were pretty handy, and very skilled in the art of entertaining children because both your older siblings were married and had children. And your go too was always forts. You used blankets, pillows, and put fairy lights in it.
After that was set up, you took a quick picture of it and then went on your phone. You had ordered food to come at 6:15, and it was all your favorite things. There was saag paneer with rice, onion bajii, pizza and sushi. It was going to be a feast. All you had to do is make a baked Alaska. Her favorite desert. It was simple, just ice cream coated with graham crackers and whipped cream. So you would put it in the oven 20 minutes before it was time to eat the desert. It was now 5:30, the fort had taken a while, so you turned on the TV and went on netflix, selecting a horror movie you both knew you would barely be watching. Then, you went to your shared bedroom and put on her favorite outfit of yours. Which consisted of nike pros and a baggy but not long grey hoodie of hers, she loved seeing you in her clothes, and she was an ass girl, and the nike pro’s did you justice. You slipped your glasses on and then heard the door open. You walked out into the main area, seeing Guro starting at the fort. She turned to look at you, a wide smile on her face. "Baby… what did you do?" Guro said, laughing and putting down her bag to come jump in your arms.
You both made a point of speaking english when you could because your english wasn’t great.
You caught her in your arms and spun her around. "I recreated the scenes of our first kiss. I love you. So much. And i’m so lucky to be with you." You told her, all while her legs were around your waist. She kissed you again on the lips before peppering your face with them. She then jumped down and took off her shoes. "I’m gonna go change, and then we eat?" She said. "Food should be here in 5." You smiled at her. While she changed, you leaned on the counter and decided to post something on instagram.
@y/n.y/l/n
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All these years with you and I will never get used to your risky hikes. But I’ll keep on loving you, always. Four years down, forever to go.
Alle disse årene med deg og jeg vil aldri venne meg til dine risikable fotturer. Men jeg vil fortsette å elske deg, alltid. Fire år ned, for alltid igjen.
You put your phone down as Guro walked out the bedroom, wearing a similar outfit as you. Just then, the doorbell rang. "Go sit down. I have a movie ready."
The rest of the night was perfect, it was everything, and it was all you needed, her.
March 30 2023
You all knew you could not let Lyon score. That ball could not go in the back of Ann Kat’s net. If only knowing it couldn’t end up back there was enough. It wasn’t.
When Lyon scored, you knew it wasn’t over. As the attacking midfielder, you knew you had to create an opportunity for the team. But then it went into extra time, and Lyon scored again. You thought you were going to die.
Your girlfriend got subbed off, you couldn’t even recall for who, but she was on the bench, and she was mad.
And then, things seemed to turn around. You ran into the box and passed the ball to Lauren who received it perfectly, until you saw a foot stick in front of Lauren’s, sending her tumbling to the ground. You threw your hands up in the air as Lyon cleared it, all of Chelsea was going insane, the Lyon players were trying to defend their team, both benches were on their feet and the Chelsea fans at Stamford Bridge were screaming in rage. Time moved in slow motion, you looked over to Jessie Fleming with a mix of fear and hope in your heart. She looked at you the same way. And then, it seemed as though everything fast forwarded and the ref was pointing at the penalty spot, and Sophie Ingle was handing you the ball. "Can you do this?" She said to you. "Yes. Yeah I can do this." You answered, grabbing it and placing it on the spot. You didn’t want to look back at the bench, if you saw your Guro, you would be too concentrated on not letting her down to score the perfect penalty. You fiddled with the ball a bit before finding the perfect position for it to rest in. You backed up and breathed heavily. You knew how to do this. You had this.
And then the whistle blew, and your foot hit the ball, and the keeper went right and the ball went top left and you were screaming and running to the bench where Emma Hayes had just turned around and was screaming and jumping with Erin Cuthbert. You jumped into Guro’s arms, shaking so hard and screaming out of joy. You were level, and this quarter final was going to penalties.
Your brother and your sister were in the stand with their kids, all of them wearing your name on their back, except for one of the kids, who loved Guro more than she loved you, you couldn’t even bring yourself to mind because the sight of your girlfriends name on your niece’s back was the most wonderful thing ever.
Jess Carter took the first penalty. Score.
Lyon. Score.
Sam Kerr. Score.
Lyon. Score.
Jessie Fleming. Score.
Lyon. Miss.
Lauren James. Miss.
Lyon. Score.
It was your turn. You couldn’t miss. And you didn’t. You sunk it in with ease and pumped your fist in the air, running to Jessie and Niahm, hugging Magda and Joanna.
And then Ann Kat worked magic, and Chelsea was through.
The whole team ran to Ann Kat and dog piled on top of her, but you made sure to run to Guro who was running off the bench and onto the pitch. You jumped into her arms, hugging her head to your chest and holding her tightly. "MY GIRL! MY GIRL!" Guro yelled, smiling up at you and then hugging your upper body again as you rested your cheek on her head. Guro put you down and then you both ran to the rest of the group, hand in hand. You and Ann Kat hugged, the team spraying water on the both of you. "Ice cold!" She said to you, smiling. "Right back at you Keep!" You smiled.
The celebrations were amazing, but you were quick to find your siblings. You hugged your sister tightly and then your brother. They all praised you, making you blush from the attention. You focused on the five kids there, hugging the and smiling. You picked up the youngest, a seven month old girl and walked on the pitch with her, taking her to your teammates.
"Gee!" Guro said, happy to see the baby. Georgia reached out for Guro who took her gladly, smiling at her mini Chelsea jersey. You took the opportunity to go sign a few things as Guro held your niece, she was getting much attention from Niahm and Jessie. When you got back, you took her back to her mother and swapped her for your five year nephew, JJ, who was incredibly social and wanted to say hi to everyone. You soon got called over for a quick post match interview. "You want to come, JJ? You wanna be on TV with auntie?" You asked him. "Yeah!" He said happily. You quickly asked your sister, who’s son it was and she agreed to it. Then, you picked him up and brought him to the cameras.
"Hi!" The reporter said, passing you a headset. "Hi, nice to see you again." You answered, recognizing her from other games. "Same to you, same to you. Who’s this?" She asked, looking at the boy in your arms. "I’m JJ." He said, the camera now rolling. "Well hello, JJ. The woman said. She then turned to you. "Well, I’m sure you guys are ecstatic to have made it through. How do you feel about your performance as a team?" She asked. "Um, not good enough. We were extremely lucky to have had that clip in the box. I know a lot of people will say the game was stolen from Lyon, they were the better side but we kept our calm and I think that showed. I’m very proud of this team and I’m just happy not to have missed." You said, smiling. "Yeah, a very special penalty that was. So now there are two english teams in the semi finals. How do you feel about maybe having to play Arsenal again?" The woman asked you.
You knew what was coming the second she said that. The thing is, Guro had had a lot of fun teaching three year old JJ to say "London is blue!" every time the word Arsenal was brought up. She thought it was hilarious. So that’s what happened.
"LONDON IS BLUE!" He yelled, his squeaky little voice making you jump. The reporters and you were quiet for a second before you all burst out laughing. "I’m so sorry, my girlfriend taught him that I promise. Anyways uh, yeah no we’re just going to concentrate on the Barca game, Arsenal is not our issue right now." You told her.
You talked for a couple more minutes and then you wrapped it up. You handed JJ back to his parents and rushed into the tunnel where Guro was waiting for you away from the cameras. "Can I kiss you now?" She asked. "Please. And don’t stop."
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slibbyjibby7000 · 7 months
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The hate for Jack Crawford is insane, or at least how he's depicted in most AO3 writing that I've read. I know the man is a very righteous, justice-driven, man-- a man indisputably changed by Hannibal since he is more than willing to cross ethics and morality (an example being how he continued to eat Hannibal's food while suspecting Hannibal to be a cannibal and serving human to his guests) in order to stop someone who he deems as criminal or deserving of justice, especially their own method of how justice is granted. Like Hannibal had said, Jack and Will do have that in common! And I continue to believe that they do share a lot more than that in common! Despite Graham willingly placing himself in the role of a martyr and Crawford taking advantage of that, I think Jack did have concern over Will more than what Will could provide for the FBI. Yes, he took advantage of Will's empathy and disregarded his mental health and dwindling sanity, but he wasn't a heartless monster, he saw a man broken, relating to that since he and Will have both seen more than what a person should see, and he took advantage of what Will could provide before he lost WIll. They were friends only because they wanted to put the same people away and because Will understood Jack so I think he really couldn't hate Jack for that, even if he tried (empathy and all that). Naturally, Will could blame Jack for many things; I'm not justifying the pressure of what he's put on Will and how he stood back and watched the brain of his bloodhound begin to burn for the sake of solving a few cases or showing up years later to pressure Will into leaving the life he's built to capture the Dragon, but he is genuinely a determined man with a heart, demanding as he is. For that reason, I feel like a lot of people mischaracterize him as a heartless, self-absorbed man who wants to manipulate Will purely for his own obsession, yelling at him and abusing him, but I truly believe his motivation was saving lives and justice. He's broken and changed but his own real morals, however opaque, is justice. Will and Hannibal have little to no morals, no boundaries. Also, Will is very cruel and an absolute asshole when he wants to be, let's just establish that. As much as I adore that silly goofy man, the show humanizes him because we see what he's going through in his mind but Jack doesn't receive that, and Alana and everyone else don't see that except Hannibal. Jack's hard on him because he sees Will as the grown man that he is, intelligent and more than able to walk away when he wants to, and believes Will can handle it (in professional circumstances I suppose, and emphasizing the people being murdered) and if he couldn't, then Will isn't nearly as useful as he ought to be. Jack's influence on Will is a double-edged sword. While Jack recognizes and appreciates Will's skills, using them only to save lives, he also places considerable pressure on him, often without fully understanding the toll it takes because he doesn't receive another other than capability from Will. Repeatedly, he's concerned in the show and approaches Will on it, fully aware of what looking at this can do to people, but Will snaps back and Jack brushes it off because, again, he sees Will as the grown man he is and doesn't babysit him, Jack only calls Will because Will allows it. And that was for Will to change frfr. Love Will and Jack shouldn't be so villainized to such a drastic, uncharacteristic extent, even if the show does place him in a bad light. (AGAIN, THE SHOW IS MAINLY FROM WILL'S POV) ANyway, rant over, thank you, and goodbye!
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sprainedwriting · 1 year
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i know you and i like you anyway (1)
chapter 2
nathan prescott x reader ; warren graham x reader
summary: when the pressure and eyes are on you, it’s hard to stay afloat. especially when your not so forgotten best friend comes back into your life. and they are ready to mess up the plans others have for you.
having parents and peers constantly nag you about your grades, interests and lack of an significant other can bring you down. but meeting the new kid in the academy can change at least one of your mocking points.
yn is implied to be afab (lives in fem dorms) but is genderneutral otherwise!
tw/cw: mentions of poverty, mental health issues, canon typical violence, swearing, implied/ref drug use, modern au as in its not 2013, huge canon divergence and messed up time line, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, tell me if i missed smth!
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unlike popular belief nathan prescott did not grow up in arcadia bay. the heir to the prescott name grew up in fort lauderale, florida. his family, from his mother side, lived there. she was able to convince his father to let them live there, bless her soul.
(“it will be good for him! for us! the pressure will destroy him. just look at how kristine treats us.. i don’t want to lose another child.”)
he spend his time at prestigious elementary and middle schools. and at middle school is where he meet you. people started quickly talking about you, simply because you were the only scholarship student. unlike everyone else you didn’t come from money.
your uniform was constantly 3 sizes too big, your hand was constantly raised and when you got anything less than an A there was clear panic on your face. the biggest difference to everyone else were your empty eyes and constant deadpan. seemingly nothing truly got a reaction out of you. there was a boy who tried to, by pulling at your hair and messing up your homework.
you beat him up so bad that the whole class just decided to leave you alone. and fact is, everyone who was near you also got left alone, so nathan was naturally pulled towards you. he wanted nothing more than to be left alone.
middle school was hard, simply because nathan`s problems started to really show, he wasn`t a child anymore who threw temper tantrum’s. he was now a boy with violent emotional outbursts. and quite frankly, children are cruel. getting a rise out of the weird prescott kid was more entertaining than torturing their maids and nanny’s.
because you were the only one who could handle his temper, simply because you didn’t care about it as long as he didn’t touch you, you got paired up for different projects.
and that’s how you meet his family. his father didn’t like you, but he doesn’t even like his own children, so his opinion didn’t matter. his mother and sister loved you, simply because you were very polite. dinners were filled with you being questioned to hell and back while you were trying to eat as much as possible.
“uhhh.. i have an older brother, he’s 2 years older than me…i have a twin brother, too. and another 3 little brothers. my father works at a la…actually he’s unemployed right now. my mother works as a teacher and during the summer break she works..where ever they need someone. what i want to be when i grow up?…middle class.”
meeting you after school was hard, responsibilities which nathan couldn’t even imagine carrying were put on your shoulder.
(“sorry. i have to study and babysit. so sorry, i need to grocery shop and take care of dinner. i wish i could, i have to cut the hair of all my brothers and clean the house. if i don’t pass this test my father will murder me.. i have to study. thank you for being so understanding.”)
to be honest, at first nathan didn’t even want anything to do with you. his mother insisted for him to invite you over. he now knows she pitied you. he now knows, too that you even were able to pull on the heartstrings of his father, because he would ask when you would visit again.
when nathan asked you, why did you have to care for everything, what did your brothers do to help? “have fun, i guess.” he felt angry for you. “how can you just roll over and take it? what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“well, who else would do i? why are you angry? i’m not angry, and i’m the one with the responsibilities.”
nathan learned to love you and the emptiness you carried around.
just like everything good in his life, your friendship (or was it more? it felt like more. he misses you, he misses your mean comments, your eye bags and exhaustion.) ended slowly.
once middle school was over, and he was able to graduate with a dirty record of violent outbursts, which was magically clean once he looked over it. the prescott family moved to arcadia bay. he was enrolled in the blackwell academy.
he found this out at the end of the summer break. to be honest he was getting suspicious, because all his questions regarding the highschool he was supposed to attend were being ignored. his father send him away, his mother smiled at him with sadness, he insisted to go to the same school as you.
“please, don’t forget me at your new cool school.”
“i will NEVER forget you, idiot. you’re the only tolerable person i know.”
the way you smiled at him was still clear in his head. you were beautiful in a way he has never seen, and the older he gets the more he realises he never will see anyone quite as pretty as you.
when nathan is 13 he meets dr. jacoby and starts treatment for the anger he feels. he knows that he fells ptity for him. nathan misses you, when he told you about his father, about the bruises and pressure he is under you simply talk about an escape plan. a way you both will be free from the shackles your family put on you and live happily everafter.
maybe you pitied him, but that would never stop you from treating him normally. you didn’t try to avoid his outburst, his meltdowns, you were always direct to him and never lied. he respected you more than anyone. he sees it in his mother, and relatives, how they dance around him as if he is fragile.
when nathan moved away, the first year he visited every break he could. summer, fall, winter and spring spend together. when he wasn’t there with you, he texted you. sending letters, postcards and hour long phone calls. his father hated this, more than anything.
(“depending not only on someone, but on such a low class person? don’t you know that you’re being used? they only see you as a walking wallet! i will put an end to this.”)
the only time dr. jacoby has seen sean prescott in person is when he expressed his concern regarding a codependent friendship with someone from florida. looking back on it, the doctor realised he was lied to and he was able to convince nathan to stop the contact, the only stable and positive influence in his life.
nathan wishes he could say that he got back in contact with you, that you were best friends again, but life is cruel and he’s a coward. he misses you, more than anything. he thinks he’s obsessed with you, dreams were about you (both dreams and nightmares), his day was spend imagining what you were up to, what you look like now. the silly thing is, nathan has never told anyone about you. victoria knew that he had an ex best friend in florida, but she didn’t know any details, rachel knew he was hung up on someone, jefferson knew that there was someone inhabiting his heart and mind.
and well. the school knew somethings. see, the thing is, when you’re high some things slip out. sometimes you mumble a name once or thrice when you’re passed out, and when you (try) hooking up with someone, you moan the wrong name. more than once. with different people. yeah. when one person claims he said the wrong name it’s one thing, but three? he was in deep shit.
victorias nosiness didn’t help, she wanted all the gory details, but he couldn’t say anything. what was he supposed to say? i fucked it up with the best person, because i couldn’t stand up to my shitty father and useless psychiatrist? sure. part of him was sure that she saw the pictures of you he has in his drawers, in his albums, hidden away.
for a short time nathan thinks he moved on, when he met rachel. she was pretty, smart and nice. she was less than you and much more. and he thinks he’s ok, ok with the distance and unknown which surrendes you. why did all your social media accounts have to be private?
nathan is 18 and it has been nearly 4 years since he has seen you. blackwell turned into the senior focused art academy, just like it was planned. he entered his first year in the 2 year programme and finally he was able to make a name for himself. victoria turned the vortex club into a group for the elite just like how she planned, with nathan’s help. he wasn’t the victim anymore, he finally ruled over the school grounds. summer passed and before he could register it, it was fall break.
it was the last few days and students started to move back into their dorms. the talk right now where the new students attending, some students dropped out because they were catched with drugs on their person, some couldn’t afford the rising tuition prices and others simply moved away because of their parents. nathan couldn’t careless, those who left aren’t close to him, but who is truly close to the prescott heir? he can’t lie though, he lost one of his best customers, or more like frank did.
victoria was in nathan’s dorm room, she was checking out the new student’s. according to her, there were no new people in the girl dorm’s who fit in the vortex club. how tragic. outside on the hallway was some commotion,
“please, move and unlock your door before i decide against helping you with your furniture.” could be heard from the outside, spoken by an unknown voice. the room besides nathan was being occupied. sad. he will miss the privacy and silence. especially now, with furniture being build. fucking hell.
“oh my, hottie alert. two of them even.” victoria was peeking out of his door.
“oh yeah? found some new members?” she hummed, “let’s go over and introduce ourselves. first impressions are everything. before the freaks come and snatch `em away.”
nathan groaned, “give me a minute. i’m still fucking hangover from yesterday. fuck, frank needs to stop stretching his shit or one day i’m going to die, for real.” victoria only chuckled at her best friend.
stepping away from the door she got out here phone and looked herself over in the camera, fixing a few strands and wiping away lipstick which started to smear over her lips. in the meantime nathan got up from his bed, going through his har with his hands and putting on his iconic jacket. with that he left the room, victoria right behind him. looking his door before they make their way over to his new neighbours.
and honestly, he should have expected this, because you always meet someone twice. or that’s what you always said. the door was open, and some guy had his back turned towards them. damn, he’s tall. it’s kinda overkill. turning around, the stranger nearly ran into him and victoria,
“shit! my bad, i didn’t see you there…do we know each other?”
you weren’t who nathan saw when he found out you were back, or more like you were here. in his life. instead, he saw face to face with your twin. the guy was freakishly tall, nathan remembered how small he used to be, now he was over 6 feet tall with clear defined muscles.
nathan with his proud 5`7 feet felt his fragile ego being tested, simply by the fact that some guy he used to know when he was, like, 13 was now way taller than him. and part of him wants to lash out, yell at oliver for not watching where he’s fucking going. but nathan was aware that this would kill any chance of reconciling with you. starting a fight with your brother would immediately put him on your shitlist, even if you hate oliver. sometimes.
(“he’s still my brother. if you talk badly about him again, i’m going to throw you out of this window.”)
“jesus himself could stand before you and you wouldn’t recognise him. stop bothering people, this is the third time you have asked someone this. get your stuff already.” your clearly annoyed voice rang through the room. thankfully this took away n
oliver scratched his head, “man, not my fault i can’t recognise faces for shit. my name’s oliver. nice to meet you guys!”
victoria the angel (or devil) took over the conversation, noticing that nathan was a tiny bit overwhelmed, “hi! i’m victoria and this is my best friend nathan. we just wanted to welcome you to blackwell. if you need any help don’t be afraid to ask us.” she put on her best mask of friendliness. “we are the leaders of the vortex cub, a group for blackwells elite. i’m sure you will fit right in.” taking out a flyer she gave it to him.
reading it over oliver said, “me? for sure. i don’t know about grumpy bear back there.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
“you’re my twin, and i love you but you’re mean. like, even teachers are afraid of you. well, i better get going before you throw something at me.” with that oliver left his spot at the door and nathan finally can look at you. you were sitting in the middle of the room, an unfinished shelf laying on the floor and a toolbox was at your side. in one hand you held a screwdriver and in the other hand, raised into the air you held a pillow, obviously ready to throw it.
you look just like he remembered and at the same time it feels like he’s looking at a stranger. you’re not quite as skinny anymore and your eye bags weren’t as dark anymore. wearing a oversized hoodie and jeans, just like when you were a kid. but now he knows it’s probably more a fashion choice instead of only owning hand me downs and extra big clothes to grow into. of course, you still have to be stupidly attractive. now you wear glasses, too.
you lowered the pillow back to the ground, now that your target left. looking down at the shelf you pouted and said in a small voice, “i’m not mean.” your piercing gaze drifted over to victoria and then nathan, “hi, i’m the mean y/n, apparently.” when you saw him, you did a small double take. victoria and her awareness immediately caught that. stupid artists and their eye for details, especially since she has heard that name mumbled many times.
“oh? where are you guys from?” she asked, smiling at you.
“uhh…florida,” when you saw her raise a brow, hinting at waiting more details you continued, “fort lauderdale, to be exact.”
“what a coincidence! nathan here also grew up there. do you perhaps know each other?” the way victoria smiled reminded you of a dog barring it’s teeth in a warning.
nathan knew you and you would play along with whatever lie he went with, but part of him doesn’t want to lie. here’s his chance to actually start a path, to be friends again (or to be more. but you probably hate him, on the other hand who doesn’t?).
“…long fuckin` time no see, y/n.” what a lame way to say hello after nearly 4 years, but it’s not like he can rewind time.
before he could register it he was hit square in the face with the discarded pillow, “what the fuck? what happened to forgive and forget? huh?”
“woah..” only now did nathan register that fucking warren was also in the room, sitting on the bed. the guy was impressed, he never thought he would see someone attack nathan fucking prescott. warren is putting you on a pedestal right now.
“what the fuck are you looking at, loser?” in true nathan fashion he had to lash out at someone and it couldn’t be you. warren quickly put his hands up in surrender, regretting ever speaking.
“no fighting in my room, guys.” oliver returned in his hands two boxes stacked on top of each other. looking at nathan, he said “so i do know you, what kind of unforgivable act did you commit for grumpy to punish you with the pillow of hatred?”
“stop calling me that!”
oliver walked further into the room, dropping his boxes near you and asking you something, in a hushed voice and a language unknown to the others in the room. when you answered his eyes widened in shock.
“the rich kid! of course i remember you, dude. in fact, y/n will forgive you for whatever you did and marry you. so we- you guys can be rich and shit, together.” oliver nodded wisely, while you looked so tired. shaking your head, you simply started to screw around with the screws in the shelf.
quickly dismantling the shelf, you dropped the screws messily on the floor and stood up, pointing to your brother you said, “you’re horrible,” pointing to nathan, “i’m incredibly angry with you,” pointing to both warren and victoria you spoke your last words, “it was nice to meet you both. warren, i will take you up on that offer to show me around.” and then you walked out with the tool box in hand.
“are you finally going to tell the story about y/n?”
“…fuck, i don’t know how to put up any furniture.”
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berrymoos · 9 months
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MY BABY MY BAAABYYYY .... YOURE MY BAAABY SAAAAAY IT TO MEEEEEE .... im on s13 of ninjago & he has not left my mind since s1 oughshdjshdj he's so baby
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𓂃 ..🍪🐻🧡🏵🧃
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🎂 — regressor cole headcanons!
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the rock of the group deserves to have some small time sometimes. what more can i say? rocks can crack too, specially ninja rocks (。-`ω-)ー
stress regressor, 100%. he rushes to be the responsible one of the team whenever something goes wrong, worries himself sick over mistakes, pushes himself to make up for them no matter what bc if he doesn't something could go wrong again and someone could get hurt and then his friends won't like him anymore– and all that weight on his shoulders is rough
all of the ninja r his caregivers to some capacity. every single one. all of them r strong too – kinda comes w being elemental masters / ninja n all – so they can carry him whenever they want <33 cole loves it too, they're so cozy (o^∀^o)
i don't think wu or misako know directly, but if cole ever told / regressed around them, they wouldn't be v surprised – like they know smth is up, but they won't confront him bc that's his business
lots of ppl hc cole having a kindergarten to middle / teen regressor headspace & that's SO big-brained, i eat it up every time – BUT baby cole my sweet sweet boy. infant ages to like 2yrs old. give him a rattle; he likes rattles kenwkdek
the eepiest baby ever, partially bc of how young his headspace is, partially bc he's the master of earth – it takes up a lot of his energy when he's big, but since he's so used to it, it doesn't rlly register how wiped he actually is until he's sitting down, his brain is whirling to a stop ... & then it's like “mmnn woa m eepy..” hes also very prone to regressing when he's tired; doesn't happen all the time, but it's become more often than not
(jay has, in fact, taken a picture of a sleeping cole on the couch, meme-ified it w the “why he so eepy” caption , & sent it to the gc. they went loco /pos)
on that note, he can fall asleep p much anywhere: on the couch, on the floor, over a bowl of cereal, literally anywhere. his favorite places (aside from his bed) r his friends' laps <3 he's being held? out like a light
that earth master strength Does Not magically go away when cole is small, meaning his tantrums could cost them a wall & possibly new flooring. not that he has tantrums often bc he's v chill & low-energy!
(... it happened once & jay refused to babysit for a good week. for unrelated reasons ofc /j)
OOUHEJSH loves bears sooooo much it's almost silly. he's got a black bear onesie w ears on the hood, a tiny tail on the butt, & a dark brown teddy bear to match - his fave. "we bare bears" & "little bear" are his go-to shows. he can devour a box of teddy grahams in two sittings. glamrock freddy his absolute beloved. bears bears BEARS bears bears!!!!
kai called himself a papa bear once & cole went nuts jahdkajdkw “’apa bear ’apa bear!!!! ʕ→ᴥ← ʔ” — “yup, that's me, don't wear it out! (。•̀ᴗ-)✧”
ok guys wait here me out: bearcub regressor cole. makin grororgroo noises to communicate. cute little snuffles n nose wrinkles when he smells smth good. loooong naps in a blanket fort. honey added to his bottle. bearcub regressor cole
the teddy's name is muffin btw. he & mr. cuddlywump are best friends & they always have playdates together 🫶
speaking of — jay is older than cole by a few years (maybe 4-7?), so he's consistently playing the older playmate / big brother role for cole. YES he will absolutely drag the baby into mischief, but if anyone dares to try separating them he IS throwing a fit about it. also he's the only one who can turn a laid-back baby cole into a zoomin 2y/o. watch out for them.../silly
back to the rattle thing for a sec – jay has a toy drumset & nya has a toy guitar, so the three of them put on a music show for the rest of the team! they're always asked for encores & they always deliver! their band name is The Mudshockers & kai is their biggest fan👍🏾
he likes dancing but since he's unsteady on his feet the younger he is, sometimes he'll just sway his body o, bop his head, or shake his rattle to whatever beat there is – even if said beat is just in his head. other times he'll get nya or zane to dance with him when he's able to stand!
omigosh wait ,,,, zane picking cole up & bouncing him to the beat ,,,, im gonna MELT they're so cute 🥹
cole adores fuzzy / fluffy material. his element requires him to summon rocks from the ground, & rocks are hard - he deserves some soft things in his life ( =^×^= )/ᰔᩚ if any of the ninja have something visibly fluffy in his presence, they'll very quickly have a small in their lap, nuzzling them & humming contentedly. muffin & his bear onesie r his favorites because of that!
ALSO remember the casual outfit he wore in "child's play" (the ep where the ninja got turned into kids)? he managed to find the adult-sized sweatshirt of that shirt & it's now a staple regression outfit ... whenever he's not in his onesie
he's still got a MASSIVE sweet tooth, bc who would cole be w/o it? (/j) ,, the only difference is that, instead of it manifesting in “oooo chocolate cake & cookies & ice cream!!!” it manifests as “mmm baba w sugar n hunny.....” – not to say cole doesn't have his moments where he craves a cakepop over warm chocolate milk. zane usually is in charge of preparing his bottle bc he always gets it juuuust right
THE NINJA HAVE A BABY BAG IN CASE HE DROPS ON LONGER MISSIONS AAAAA ,,, cole's a lil embarrassed @ first & fervently insists that he won't be regressing on the mission, but it proves to be incredibly useful when he gets hungry in the middle of like, nowhere & there's a section completely dedicated to snacks & drinks
(... & when cole actually regresses bc of stress / sleepiness & they have the majority of his stuff on-hand)
jay can never escape being called a dingus no matter what. baby cole catches him doing something stupid? “ ‘ingus...”. a joke too corny for his taste? “ ’inguuus.” jay complains abt this unfair treatment, how he's being bullied by a baby & he is slandering him ... but no one comes to his aid. zane'll scoop up cole & say “hm, are you sure that was an unprovoked statement on his part?” while kai will just spout nonsense like “wooooow jay ... a power outage in ninjago city and bordering countries?” by your hands?” w/ lloyd n nya just shaking their heads. jay's like “GAAAAAAAASP, NOBODY is on my side??? coco is being a BULLY & you guys are just ALLOWING it???? i see how it is.......”. cole's laughing hysterically throughout all of this 🫶
honestly jay's the funniest person to cole when he's small. he could be being Himself & cole's losing his mind over it. nobody can compete against his hilarity no matter how hard they try. best way to tell when cole's dropping is if he's laughing way harder at one of jay's stupid jokes /silly
mmmhmdhsjshsi ,,, jay coming up w the nickname "coco" & callin him that as a joke while he's big, but cole just gets super fuzzy-brained bc ,,,,,,,, coco ........ ohohohohoh ,,,,,,, & jay is like “oh! mkay then!” now he uses it all the time when he's regressed hdksjdk
ON THAT NOTE, nya came up w "pebble", & just like "coco", it spread to the rest of the team like butter on a warm stack of pancakes. nowadays they very rarely use "cole" when he's small – why should they, when they have "pebble" & "coco" under their belts!
... kai calls him "coco pebble(s)" sometimes 🫢
spoiled to the max. he breaks the handle to his paci? don't worry, zane just ordered 6 more. he loses a stuffie? jay's giving 3 of his to him. he's hungry? nya's got several different flavors of milk in one arm & baggies filled with teddy grahams in the other. absolutely spoiled rotten
he doesn't have any of those fancy deco pacis bc hes v prone to dropping them in his sleep & doesn't wanna mess them up, so he gets the printed designed ones or the plain-colored ones & slaps some stickers on them :] he rlly likes his black-stickered paci but he's not picky!
lloyd loves joking abt how he's no longer the youngest on the team whenever cole drops. he'll walk into the room & say “guys, i'm not the youngest anymore!” without warning while cole's in his arms, half asleep w a paci
sometimes he feels like he shouldn't be regressing bc of his status as "the rock of the group" & gets hit with an influx of negative thoughts. like – he's their anchor, their strength, the glue that holds everyone together when things go south ... so what is he doing regressing of all things? if they don't have a rock, the team won't make it! all of that negativity :( hes prone to pushing down his regression & busies himself w other things until he just ... breaks. wooo :((
after day of the departed (read: cole gets his physical body back), he literally launches himself into his friends & snuggles them like there's no tomorrow in sight. for a good two weeks he's the clingiest baby boy to ever exist: holding everyone's hands, leaning against the nearest person, cuddling, sleepy cuddling – the most common occurrence bc sleepy cole is sleepy. GOODNESS hes so clingy!! if he's in the right (or ig wrong) mood he gets fussy if his human pillow moves away from him kdnfoendk. nobody minds at all; they got their baby boy back & that's all that matters <3
self-indulgent pkmn au hc: cole's midnight lycanroc may look scary (...and kind of is hssjskdje), but it's soooo sweet & gentle with him omg. it has special mittens it puts on its paws to keep from accidentally hurting him w its claws & 100% will help zane make a bottle or lloyd prepare a snack. the fur on its neck is mad fluffy - there have been many, many times someone's walked in on cole with his face stuffed in lycanroc's fur, fast asleep on its back while roc's layin there with him, tail slowly awag <3
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ML Plot Points: The Agreste family Part 1
Gabriel was born as Gabi Grassette to teen parents. One of his parents’ (which one isn’t relevant) family had a French Fry restaurant that Gabriel basically grew up in. His parents weren’t particularly good at dealing with children, so they left him either alone or with his grandparents. Unfortunately, since his grandparents were busy trying to pay for the expenses of two teen parents and a child, they were busy working and dealt with Gabriel by having him work at the restaurant (which wouldn’t have been that much of a problem on its own had it not continued).
 When he was 10 and his parents got their shit together a bit more, Gabriel got his first sibling, and was expected to help babysit them. Gabi took well to this task, so his parents started “letting” him take care of his sibling and the two other siblings that came after.  He was also responsible enough to babysit some of the neighbours’ kids, help with the restaurant and do odd jobs for people every now and then. He was smart and managed to get high grades, so it wasn’t a problem for him. Even if he didn’t really have a lot of time to interact with other kids his age, he was fine.
When Gabi turned 18, he changed his name and went no contact with his family. He never told them what happened to him. He never reached out. They don’t know what happened to him.
As an adult, Gabriel has a hard time empathizing with people around him, especially children. When he married Emilie, he didn’t really want kids, but Emilie convinced him. She said he was “just nervous” and that “he’d love their child as soon as they had him”. Gabriel always stayed in the background when raising Adrien, letting Emilie and Nathalie take charge of him. It wasn’t a problem. Some people just show their love in different ways.
Except Gabriel doesn’t love Adrien. He never really has. He doesn’t hate Adrien by any stretch of the imagination, but for his whole life, Adrien has been “Emilie’s child”. After Emilie’s “disappearance”, Gabriel basically ignored him because he has never been involved or invested. He’ll continue to take care of him, he’ll continue to go with Emilie’s intentions towards him, but he’s not parent material. Never really has been. 
Gabriel acts as a reflection of Marinette. A talented, smart, responsible child who is given a lot of responsibility by the adults around him and who has a hard time empathizing with others. The difference is that Marinette’s character arc led her to start relying on people, whereas Gabriel just burned all his bridges. Gabriel also has a lot of issues when handling children that were just ignored or steamrolled through by Emilie without being addressed. This is why he doesn’t interact with Adrien and treats him like an employee more than like his child. 
That said, of the three adults in Adrien’s life, he’s the most willing to give him his freedom though. When Adrien sneaked out of the house to go to school, Gabriel agreed to let him be enrolled. When Adrien started missing photoshoots and official events to be with his friends (fight akumas), and asked to be given more time, Gabriel was fine with it. Gabriel was never too involved with raising Adrien, but every time he gets involved in the story, he starts to realize he unknowingly put Adrien thought the same thing he hated, and he’s trying to both give him more freedom while simultaneously staying within the same things Emilie did, which isn’t compatible.
Emilie Agreste, née Graham de Vanily.
 Emilie was born to British aristocracy, with all the expectations that come from that. “Act this way”, “that activity is not the proper one for one of your station”, “these are the people you should be interacting with” … And Emilie hated it. Her parents had her whole life planned out and the worst part is that her sister didn’t mind it, so her parents always had someone to compare her to.
Emilie went to a French college to get away from her parents and met Gabriel at a party that Harry threw and that she went to specifically because “wasn’t proper”. They quickly hit it off and were a thing for basically their entire time at college.
As an adult, Emilie finally had the chance to take control of her life. She could have the husband and girlfriend she loved, cool magic powers that she could have fun with and the child she always wanted. She didn’t get to have control of her life for a very long time, so now she’s justified in getting what she wants. Gabriel will come around about Adrien, she’s sure of it. And he’s so cute too, so eager to please and pose in photos. He’s the best child she could have asked for. Life is great. 
And then she went into a coma.
Emilie acts as a reflection of Adrien. Like Adrien, she never really had control of her life and had every facet of her life chosen for her. Like Adrien, she used the first chance she got to have a fairytale magical romance with the two most important people in her life. It’s even literally magical thanks to Nathalie. The difference is that while Adrien’s character arc involved becoming more responsible and, while still using magic as escapism somewhat, knows when things were serious and how to act in those situations. Emilie never got a wakeup call and just continued acting like her actions were justified and without consequence. She’s basically saltfic Chat Noir, but more subtle about it.
+ Bonus: Amelie Fathom née Graham de Vanily
I mentioned in Emilie’s part that Amelie is less concerned about the way her parents act towards her. This caused some friction but nothing too terrible. The fact that Amelie helped her steal the twin rings for her wedding with Gabriel helped.
She married Colt because her parents told her to, but she didn’t necessarily have a problem with it. Colt works as the head of a weapons manufacturing company with deals in the US and is newer money than her. They treated their marriage as a professional transaction and Amelie went to a therapist to sort out her pre-existing issues about her parents.
 When Amelie found out she was infertile, Emilie came to her and told her about the magical peacock brooch she had, even demonstrating the power beforehand so Amelie knows she’s not kidding, and helped her get a child.
Felix wasn’t an easy child. He was skittish and slow to trust. He rarely let anyone other than her touch him and he was clearly uncomfortable around his father. The few times Felix told her about things he only told her that he had a bad feeling about Colt and that even he wasn’t sure why, so she just tried to act as a mediator between the two. She knows Colt is a bit weird around Felix because of his… unorthodox conception, but he’s their child, and she knows Colt does love him.
When she learned that the brooch was making her sister sick, Amelie did everything in her power to help them, be it with money or resources, but eventually, her sister was gone. She grieved, obviously, but she was content with her life. And while she had her suspicions about who this “Hawkmoth” figure in Paris was, she technically didn’t know anything. Gabriel never told her. There’s no reason for her to say anything that could put “undeserved attention” on her brother-in-law.
Then her son killed her husband, and she learned that Colt was an abusive bastard. This messed her up significantly more than everything to do with Emilie because she lived in that house with him for years and never even noticed something was up. She was guilt ridden. And she will do whatever is necessary to help Felix.
 Amelie is not a reflection of anyone, she just is, and she genuinely had no idea what Colt was doing to Felix. “How could she not notice”, you ask. Simple; Felix, as a sentimonster, has a healing factor that gets rid of any physical wounds, and since Colt had the amok, he could erase any memories of it so even Felix wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. Amelie tried to be a mediator, but realistically, without knowing what the issue really is, there’s precious little she could do. And Colt is a charming bastard to anyone other than Felix.
I’ll be sending another post with Nathalie’s whole deal.
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Good for Felix! But GOD everyone else
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If you still take prompt requests, I just finished reading The Couple Down the Street! Augh, it was so good!!! If possible, I’d love to see moments of Herb being caught acting like a (reluctant) father figure / guardian / mentor to Piper, and then denying he does so whenever Dan mentions it, I feel like that might happen every so often, especially with her father now in the state that he is 🥺
Dan's preferred strategy when Piper was around was to blend into the background. He would observe them from a distance, popping his head into the lab every now and then to ask them if everything was okay? Did they need some snacks? Maybe a lemonade? Oddly enough, it was Herbert who took Dan up on these offers more so than Piper. The young girl was always far too absorbed in whatever task she and Herbert were performing to be tempted by such trivialities as graham crackers.
Whatever cloth Herbert originated from, Piper was cut from the same one.
Dan had told himself he was fine with Piper's frequent presence in their home and lab. Herbert was just about the most stubborn person Dan had ever met, and he knew it was pointless to fight him on this 'apprentice' idea. So, he did what he often did to sustain his and Herbert's marriage: he compromised.
Piper could come over three days a week, never staying past 6pm, not for consecutive days, and she could only enter the lab after her homework was done. This last stipulation didn't appear to be too much of a problem, as she was always excited to show her work to Herbert, who would diligently check it over and give a firm nod if it met his standards. Dan didn't miss the way Piper's eyes sparkled when Herbert doled out praise to her, even if it was a curt, "Very good." She stilled beamed, nonetheless. He would always see Herbert pretend not to notice.
It was one such afternoon just after Piper had skipped out the door to make the short bike ride to her mother, Mandy's, house that Dan noticed the crayon drawing she'd left behind on the kitchen counter. He glanced down at two crudely drawn figures that could only be Piper and Herbert. They were standing in what looked to be the lab, little blobs of colour he took to be beakers of fluid surrounding them as they held hands, both smiling. She always drew Herbert with a smile, confirming her overactive imagination.
Dan stared at the drawing with an odd kernel of disquiet brewing in his stomach. It was one thing for them to have an apprentice, it was another thing entirely for a young child to be imprinting on Herbert like a lost duckling.
You just don't like kids, his mind whispered to him and he promptly shushed it.
"What's that?"
Dan turned at the sound of Herbert's voice, watching his husband dry off his hands on a rag and reach for the fridge with a tired sigh. Dan held out the paper and Herbert took it without question. He glanced at the page as he took a swig straight from the open carton of orange juice that had been sitting in the fridge door for the past two days. Dan didn't like how pulpy it was.
Herbert swallowed with relish and said, "Charming," in a straight tone.
"You're not put off by it?" Dan asked, and Herbert levelled a critical stare at him.
"She's not even seven, Dan. It hardly feels fair to judge her artistic talents too harshly."
Dan rolled his eyes as Herbert wordlessly pinned the picture in place on the fridge with a magnet shaped like an apple.
"That's not what I meant. I mean, don't you think it's weird that she's drawn more pictures of your than she has of her own father?"
"Given that her father currently possesses all the personality of a doorstop," Herbert droned, returning the juice to its corner of solitude, "I would have to say no."
Dan shook his head as he paced out of the kitchen and towards their bedroom. He began to unbutton his shirt, anticipating pulling his pajamas on and crawling into bed. He'd worked nearly twelve hours at the hospital that day and babysitting Herbert and Piper had taken the last of his energy.
"I should've known you'd love being the center of attention," he mumbled sleepily. "Even if that attention's coming from a first grader."
Herbert scoffed at his back but didn't offer up any kind of rebuke. Dan also didn't press him for one.
He simply changed into his night clothes and collapsed onto the plush mattress. Herbert had always been stingy when it came to furniture, arguing that with how often they moved, it was hardly worth investing in anything new and expensive. The one thing Dan had been immovable on was a good quality, comfy mattress, and he felt he could kiss his past self for that one instance of resolution.
Already, he could feel himself being dragged away into unconsciousness. He didn't even register Herbert sliding into bed beside him. Not until he felt arms wrapping around him from behind, pulling his back up against a warm body. He hummed in pleasure and shuffled back against Herbert's front, greedy for the warmth emanating off of him.
"I'm not teaching her for the attention," Herbert said into his ear and Dan nodded against the pillow.
"Mm. Whatever you say, Daddy."
He instantly felt Herbert go rigid behind him.
"Never say that to me again," Herbert said stiffly.
Dan bit down on his lip but the smile still bloomed across his face regardless.
"Okay, Mr. Teacher."
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[Disclaimer: This is an SFW Agere story! Please don’t be weird about it OR confuse it with k1nk!]
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It seemed like a usual day for Graham. He had been regressing a lot lately, especially around Flint. The cog always found comfort in being with him, a sense of safety and joy that nothing else could ever compare. So it was very surprising when this day of all days was very different.
The two cogs were walking down the streets of mezzo melodyland, Flint was specifically looking for a certain house, all while holding Graham’s hand and leading him along the way. Graham looked around the place before they eventually stopped at a small and yet quaint little house.
“What are we doing here?”
Graham questioned, as Flint simply knocked on the door. He didn’t answer right away, which confused Graham until the door opened. They were both greeted by Belle, the sweetest cog on the street, hell even the entirety of mezzo melodyland! Graham was clearly more confused as they both entered the small house. The aroma of sweet cookies filled the air as they stepped over the threshold.
“Oh, Flint! I’m so glad you’ve arrived!” Exclaimed belle, her hands placed together in joy.
“Hey Belle, Sorry for being late, We had to take a lot of detours along the way.”
Flint explained, rubbing the back of his head. The cog was clearly embarrassed by this fact.
“Oh I don't mind one bit, Flint. I’ve kept myself busy while you two made your way over here!”
She said, walking over to check on the baked goods she was currently making. Graham couldn’t help but still feel a sense of confusion. Looking up at Flint, he rubbed his shoulder, which brought the fire-based cog’s attention.
“What is it, Graham?”
Flint asked, Seeing that Graham was questioning everything.
“Why are we here exactly? I’m not here to eat cookies or anything, I'm a busy guy!”
Flint rubbed the back of his head once more, a look of ‘you’re gonna hate me for this’ on his very face.
“Well, you see Graham…I uh..”
“Oh, I’m here to babysit While you’re Lovely boyfriend works on errands!”
Belle explained, as she pulled out the next fresh batch of cookies and set them to cool off on a metal rack.
Graham was dumbfounded. What did she just say?
“Wait..WHAT?”
Graham exclaimed, Looking at the two cogs back and forth. Did Belle really know about his way of coping? How could Flint do this to him!?
“Flint, I thought you were the only one that knew!”
“Well, technically I was, but I trust Belle a lot to keep it safe and hidden so you’re in good hands.”
Graham was absolutely bewildered, dumbfounded, astounded even. Belle really knew about his way of coping. This couldn’t get any worse.
“I promise i’ll be back after a while, but I need you to be good around Belle while I do errands.”
”Flint, you can’t leave me here! Just take me with you. I don't need a babysitter!”
Flint sighed. He knew this was going to be hard.
“Listen Graham, you’ve been regressing alot lately and I don't want the others to get suspicious. Belle is very trustworthy, considering she’s already worked with children before.”
“But, But!”
Graham spluttered. He really couldn’t talk his way out of this one.
“Anyways, I’ll be back soon Graham, I promise. I’ll see you both soon!” Flint said, as he made his way out the door, closing it behind him and leaving a stunned Graham in place. Belle placed a hand on his shoulder, making the speedy cog snap out of his daze to snap his head over to the phone-headed cog.
“It’s alright, Graham. You’re in good hands with me! I promise you that you’re safe with me.”
She smiled, only for her hand to be smacked away by Graham's own hand.
“Listen lady, I don’t need a damn babysitter and I'm certainly not a big baby like Flint told you!”
Expecting Belle to take his remark seriously, he was taken aback when the cog simply giggled wholeheartedly. Belle patted the cog’s back, before she turned her way back into the kitchen.
“I see, Well i won’t stop you from being an adult, But please make yourself comfortable, Flint’s very busy today so you might be here for a few hours.”
She simply hummed as she made her way back into baking more goods, leaving Graham to his own will. The Cog huffed, making his way over to a blue couch and plopping himself down upon it. He crossed his arms, groaning as he wished Flint was already here.
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1 hour, He fiddled his fingers as a way to distract himself.
2 hours, tapped his foot on the floor, trying to figure a way to get himself out of this situation. He basically came up with nothing.
For 3 hours, he dozed off for a bit, only to be interrupted from his slumber by Belle placing a plate full of cookies on the small coffee table. Graham stared at the delightful treats, yet didn’t help himself to the treats. Belle immediately took notice of this, worried for him.
“Honey, it’s been 3 hours, you need to eat something.”
Belle said, leaning over to place her hand on one of his knees. Graham simply huffed.
“I’m not hungry.”
Belle sighed.
“I know you know better than to deny that you are in fact hungry. Please just eat, even if it’s just a small bite.”
“I SAID I’M NOT HUNGRY DAMMIT!”
He snapped at the phone, pulling his knees close to his chest and burying his face into them. Belle almost felt defeated, feeling like she had failed Flint for such a basic job she had been so experienced in for years. Graham, not realizing what he had done, started to feel bad for acting out so harshly.
He slightly whimpered to himself, really starting to feel bad for what he did to Belle. Belle simply sighed, standing back up and slowly making her way to her own room. Shit, Graham needed to act quick or he’d regret it forever.
“Belle, wait!” Belle stopped in her steps, but not turning around. Graham paused for a moment, before taking a deep breath and exhaling.
“I…I’m so..” He choked.
“What was that?”
Belle asked, slightly turning her head.
“I’m..Sorry! I’m Sorry!”
Graham exclaimed. He went silent and simply watched what Belle would do next. The cog turned herself around, a simple smile on her face as a slight tear ran down her face.
“I’m really, really sorry for what I said. I just wanna see flint again and..and..”
He choked up, starting to feel bitter tears form in his eyes. Belle approached the cog, sitting on the couch beside him and placing a hand on his knee.
“I really didn’t mean what i said i just..just!”
He hiccuped. He couldn’t bring himself to say another word. Belle, content with the apology, simply pulled out a pacifier, popping it into Graham’s mouth. Graham took to the pacifier easily, suckling on it and calming down slowly. Belle palmed her hand on the side of Graham’s face.
“Oh Honey, I forgive you. I know you never meant those words.”
Graham simply sniffled, reaching his arms out for a hug. Belle easily took him in for a hug, the cog still suckling on the pacifier. He felt content and happy, just as much as when he was around Flint. Maybe this wasn’t so bad at all.
“Now, how about we have some cookies? I can get you a bottle of milk for it!”
Graham lifted himself from the hug, nodding as he rubbed his eyes of dried tears.
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After hours of work and errands, Flint had finally arrived back at the front door of Belle’s house. Knocking on the door, he was quickly greeted by Belle, The cog happily smiling back at him. Before he could ask how everything went, he was quickly shushed by Belle, as she pointed over to something that soon caught Flint’s attention.
Laying on the couch, covered with a blanket and suckling on the same pacifier Belle gave to him, was a sleeping Graham. He was snuggled up and smiling happily as he suckled continuously on the pacifier. Flint sighed in relief, looking at the Phone-headed cog with a big smile on his face.
They both placed their hands on their shoulders, feeling accomplished in themselves as they watched Graham peacefully sleeping.
A job well done.
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Do you have any series fic rec? Or any one shots recs? Wanda of course!
Hi! Yes, I do! But please be aware that I can have a bit of a twisted taste in fics sometimes, so it may not all be your thing. So here we go... maximotts wrote this cute and hot cowgirl Wanda story that I really enjoyed. Didn't see a title for it, sorry if I missed it. She has some interesting things to check out in general. lis-likes-fics wrote an amazing fic called "Never knew you needed me" It's long, it's a bit twisted, but also soft and a good read. romanoffsbish and "Giving in to Temptations" was fun to read. wmarximoff with "By the fireplace" is another twisted one that I really enjoyed reading. The same author has another story with even more questionable themes called "Dear child" wndaswife and "Love thy neighbour" really captivated me. lovehealsandlovehurts and "Only Mommy can see you like this" was a hot read. natashaismylove answered a request with a very steamy fic called "Babysitting" that I enjoyed. She also wrote a darker, but very creative fic called "Forever" as a response to a very interesting request. crystalxwitch and "Stress Relief II" cthulhus-curse has many, but i really enjoyed her stepsister Wanda fic "De-Lovely". I also enjoyed "Far from home" wandasbunny wrote a fic i have a deep appreciation for called "take me to your river" maximillion wrote a fic about stoner Wanda called "Teddy Graham" sxhnsuchtt and "Potion" themidnightcrimson is very popular with a lot of interesting fics you can read, so I feel I can't skip her work. If you haven't yet, check her out too. There are so many others of course and some authors who disabled their accounts or deleted their fics and series unfortunately... But this is a good start :) I hope you enjoy. Again, I have a very specific taste in fics, so this may not be all for you.
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Doctor Who/Adventure Time Crossover!!! pt 1:)
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Yaz: “AAAHHH!!”
Doctor: “What’s wrong?!”
Yaz: “WHY IS THERE A GIANT SENTIENT BANANA IN THE 3RD WARDROBE HALL?!”
Banana Guard: *Sobbing* “I’ve been lost in this place for months!! I thought the ‘Police Box’ had donuts in it! Please take me back to the Princess! Please!”
Yaz: O_O *In shock from the talking banana*
Doctor: “I’d thought I’d sensed an increase of potassium around here!… We’re going to Ooo, fam!”
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*Ice king captures Yaz*
*Doctor arrives*
Gunter: “🐧Wenk wenk! ” (Gunter LOVES the Doctor)
Doctor: “Hey, Gunter, can you get me the key to the cell?”
Gunter: “Wenk!” *Gets the key*
Ice king: “No, Gunter! Don’t listen to her! Gunter! No! You’re supposed to listen to me! Gunter!”
Gunter: “Wenk.”
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The Doctor plays backup kazoo at a gig with Marcy
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Doctor Vs Lich
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Doctor: *To Treetrunks* “Can you describe to me exactly what they looked like?”
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*Ryan in the Jake suit* “Sooo, I’ve made a new best mate.”
Finn: “He’s taken!!”
Doctor: “Me next!”
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*Doctor follows Neptr around for 3 days straight*
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*Spitting some rhymes with Flame Princess*
“On the run, never touch a gun,
My fams got my back, those daleks are whack,
lets hit up Treetrunks cuz i really want a snack”
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Doctor: “Brilliant..” *Looking at James*
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Babysitting Sweetpea:)
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Doctor: “Fam, this is Prismo!”
Graham: “My head hurts..”
Ryan: “This pickle is ace, mate.”
Yaz: “I’ve got some questions.”
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The Doctor and Yaz on a date to the glass kingdom
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*looking at Lemongrab*
Doctor: “You remind me of a veeeerrrryy old friend of mine.”
Lemongrab: “Handsome and a great leader?”
Doctor: “Completely mad.”
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*The Doctor and Graham licking Peppermint Butler every time he turns around*
PepBut: “I will curse your souls and your childrens souls for eternity.”
Doctor: :o “He’s serious, Graham, lets stop.. Do you like cinnamon buns?”
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