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silvercrescentwolf · 2 years

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Worth It || Steven Grant x Male!Reader

Characters: Steven Grant X Male!Reader

Fandom: Marvel, Moon Knight

Warnings: fluff, smut (kind of?)

Summary: You convince Steven that he's all worth it.

A/N: Literally writing this instead of studying. 😂

You walked out of class, happy for the day to finally be over. It’s not like you hated being a teacher, it’s actually quite the opposite. You loved teaching new things to kids, loved their enthusiasm and their liveliness. Still, today you didn’t have the energy to keep up with them as usual.

You had spent almost the whole night reading (a really interesting) book that you couldn’t put down, and missed your alarm in the morning which had you running around the apartment to get ready. You arrived late to school for the first time in your career after missing the bus, only to discover that your shirt had a coffee stain that you were sure wasn’t there when you left.

Needless to say, you did not start the day on a good note.

You left the school with your friend and colleague, Casey, and you both decided to take a walk in the park. It was a slightly chilly day in London, but the fresh air was really helping clear your mind. Casey and you made idle conversation, though you ended up listening to her talk. Casey had ADHD, so she sometimes rambled on, hands flailing around, and switching from one topic to another. That was when you noticed the figure sitting alone on a bench.

Steven was sitting on a bench, across from where you were standing. He was looking down to his hands that were fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket. You found yourself wondering what caused him to sit outside in the cold, clearly conflicted. You knew he had work today at the museum, so for him to be here, he must have finished early.

When you turned to Casey, who had stopped talking at this point, she gave him an understanding nod, to which you returned with a smile and a wave. She hurried off to go home, muttering about working on her night cheese. You shook your head, and took the last steps to Steven and sat to his right. When he didn’t look up, you took one of his hands and held it gently.

“Love? Is everything alright?” You asked softly. You didn’t want to push, but you knew something was wrong. You gave him a small smile when he looked at you.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just um” he bit his lip. You noticed his voice shaking and the redness of his eyes. You gripped his hand harder when you realized he had been crying.

“Are you ok? Did something happen at work?” You inquired, worried about him. You started scanning him for cuts, bruises or any other injuries. “Did someone harass you? If so, tell me, and I’ll deal with them.”

Steven couldn’t help but let out a smile. You were always protective of him. You tended to his needs, being so nice and attentive that Steven couldn’t help but feel flustered.

“No, no. No one harassed me.” Steven gently lifted your hand to his lips, and kissed your knuckles.

“Then what happened?” You narrowed your eyes, wondering what made you upset, and how you can fix it.

“It was just Donna. Called me Stevie, said I was useless.” Steven shrugged like it was no big deal. “Said I was worth less than rubbish, and how could anyone be with me. And…”

You glared ahead, anger building in your chest during your short story. Your jaw clenched so tight you could practically hear your teeth breaking.

“And what?” You tried not to let your anger show in your voice, but it still slipped out in some way. You pursed your lips when Steven hesitated to answer. You didn’t want to make him feel worse.

“I think she’s right. I mean– I’m a nobody, Y/N. I don’t even know why you’re with me.” He leaned back, and swallowed thickly before continuing. “I’m nothing special. Not worth having someone as brilliant as you. You deserve—” Before he could finish, you all but snapped.

“That’s enough” You interrupted, frowning sternly at him.”I don’t want you speaking about yourself this way.” You put your hand on his cheek gently, but firmly. “You are the sweetest, kindest, and most selfless person I’ve ever met. I love you, and I’m happy that I’m your boyfriend. I wouldn’t want anybody else.”

Steven looked at you with wide eyes, and a bit of awe. You felt a blush spreading across your cheek, but continued to hold his gaze.

“You shouldn’t focus on what Donna says.” You held out a hand to help him stand up. You wrapped an arm around his waist and led him out the park. “I mean, she still hasn’t fixed the Ennead sign.”

Steven couldn’t help but laugh at the last part and lean into your side. “I did tell her there were nine deities in the Ennead, but she didn’t listen.” You always knew how to cheer him up. He already felt better, especially with you by his side.

“So, you’re feeling better?” You tried to be sarcastic so as to not sound pushy, but Steven could see the genuine concern in your eyes, and he smiled shyly at you.

“Yeah, I am. Thank you.”

You grinned and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “ Then how about we head to your apartment? We could do a bit of snuggling and snogging–” you wiggled your eyebrows.

Steven burst into giggles. You complained. “Hey! I’m trying to be romantic.” Steven was worried you were actually upset, but your wide grin dissuaded him. With a roll of your eyes, you continued. “I could show you just how much I adore you.”

“You’re so cheesy,” Steven replied cheekily. It wasn’t long before you arrived at Steven's apartment.

Once he stepped in, You grabbed him, pushed him against the door before it even fully closed, and slammed your lips against his. You gently cupped his cheek, completely different to how you were nipping at his lip. Steven whimpered into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You grinded your hips into his, and he responded by gripping tightly onto the back of his shirt. Steven moaned- you still haven’t done anything sexual beyond making out shirtless and a few handjobs, so Steven was still a bit inexperienced. You managed to slip your tongue inside and thoroughly explored his mouth, and after a while, you slowly pulled back.

Your eyes admired his swollen lips and flushed cheeks and bashful grin. You reached up, and ran your thumb along his lips.

You pulled him to you and hugged him protectively. You smiled when Steven melted into you, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. “God, I wish you could see just how beautiful you are.” You purred in his ear, and felt him shiver.

“C’mon, love. Let’s get you something to eat.”

#moon knight #moonknight #steven grant x male reader #steven grant x reader #x male reader #x reader #marvel

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autumntouched · 8 months

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DILF Bradley hit me so hard for a minute, and I went way too deep into a domestic scene about pukey kids with my favorite throuple Phoenix/Hangman/Rooster. I’d say this is a WIP, but it’s closer to shelved so going ahead and sharing

Disclaimer: I don’t have kids so sorry if this isn’t an accurate portrayal of a sick day 😂

Sick

Once upon a time Bradley was a deep sleeper. If he didn’t need to wake up to his internal alarm clock, he could roll over and go back to sleep. But all that changed with two babies. He’s half awake as soon as he hears the door open. It looks like Jacq silhouetted in the hallway night light, but his eyes haven’t adjusted to the dark yet.

“Baby?”

It’s Jacq, and she’s crying. “Daddy, I don’t feel good.” She runs to the bed and struggles to pull herself up.

He’s fully awake now, trying to dislodge his arm from under Jake’s armpit and lift Jacq with the other when she shudders and burps, spraying hot, putrid liquid across the bed, him, and herself. Goddamnit.

“Daddy,” she wails, clinging to him as he finally pulls her into his lap. How is Jake sleeping through this? Bradley’s just barely holding in his gag reflex at the smell of half digested macaroni and cheese, fish sticks, and peas.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he soothes, rocking her and rubbing circles over her back one handed. Of all nights for him not to get dressed again after he and Jake made love. Which is probably why Jake is still passed out, worn out from the long week and making Bradley come harder than he has in a long time. “Daddy’s going to get you cleaned up.”

“I want Mommy,” Jacq sobs. “Where’s my Mommy?” His heart breaks in a thousand painful pieces. Natasha is in the middle of a three month deployment that hasn’t been easy on Jacq.

“I know, baby. I know. She misses you so much.” No longer caring about not waking Jake, Bradley roughly frees his other arm and climbs naked from the bed with Jacq wrapped around his torso. Her forehead is hot against his bare shoulder and lips when he kisses her tousled hair.

Once upon a time, he also would have been more concerned about having someone else’s bodily fluids smeared on his arms and chest. Bradley flips on the light to the master bathroom and starts running the water for her, making sure it isn’t too hot. “Does your tummy still hurt?” he checks.

Jacq nods pitifully and rubs her eyes, struggling to be her usual brave self. He puts a soothing hand to her cheek as he takes note of how flushed her little face is and the glassiness in her green eyes. Although that may just be a result of her tears.

He leans down and moves the trash can to the toilet so it’s within easier reach. “If you start to feel like you did when you threw up, tell Daddy so he can give you this.” Embarrassed, she buries her face in his shoulder and continues to cry.

Awkwardly, Bradley fishes a pair of gym shorts out of the hamper and manages to pull them on one handed while still holding Jacq. Having children has also improved his dexterity.

While they wait for the tub to fill, he paces the small space and quietly sings “You’re Welcome” from Moana to try to calm her down.

The bath is almost ready when Jacq goes suddenly quiet and tense. Bradley is barely able to get the trash can under his arm before she’s throwing up again. At least this time the mess is contained. He sways her on his hip as she spits the last strings of saliva over the rest of what was left in her stomach.

“That’s it baby girl,” he croons. “Get it all out for Daddy.”

He lowers the trash can back to the toilet to deal with later. Jacq grips his neck when he tries to put her down so he has to wriggle her out of her stained pajama shorts and top one handed, which of course ends up getting vomit in her hair.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxes. “The bath will make you feel better.” She finally lets him put her into the water, and he realizes all of her bath things are in the other bathroom. He can’t win.

On his knees, Bradley ties off the smelly bag and stashes the trash can across the room.

“Jake!” he calls. No response. He tries not to be annoyed, knowing that Natasha would be out of the bed and helping him if she were here. Jacq huddles at the back of the tub, her small knees pulled up tightly to her chest. He smoothes her hair out of her face. It’s as light as Jake’s was at her age but as thick as Natasha’s. An idea comes to him.

“Do you want to use Mommy’s big girl soap and shampoo?”

That gets him a tiny smile. He’ll take it. Normally, Jacq is a rowdy bather, splashing water everywhere and all over them, but she stays still while he washes her off. “Daddy? Can you sing to me?” she whispers. Like Jake, there’s nothing she hates more than feeling vulnerable.

He sings her favorite songs while he washes her hair and does his best to clean himself off with a washcloth. “Come on, beautiful,” he grunts as he lifts her out the tub and drains the nasty water. He’ll make Jake clean the tub in the morning.

“What the fuck!” Well, Jake is up now. “Babe!”

Bradley wraps Jacq in a towel and pops his head back into the bedroom. Jake is propped up on an arm in bed, blinking in disgusted confusion at their covers. As soon as he notices Jacq in Bradley’s arms, his face softens some. “You okay, pickle?”

Jacq shrinks into Bradley’s hold. He rubs her back. “She’s not feeling well, but we’re getting her cleaned up. Can you go check on Nicky?”

“I’m sorry, Poppy,” she says, voice trembling.

Bradley shoots Jake a glare for upsetting Jacq after he’s worked so hard to calm her down. “Don’t worry, baby. Poppy knows it was an accident.”

Realizing how unhelpful he’s being, Jake nods quickly. “It happens to all of us, sweetheart. Poppy was just surprised.” He starts to throw back the covers then realizes he’s naked. Bradley rolls his eyes and closes the door to the bathroom so Jake can get up and make himself useful.

Bradley’s carrying Jacq back to her room when Jake swears loudly. “It’s okay, kiwi. Poppy’s got this. Why didn’t you come get us?”

Fearing the worst, Bradley looks into Nicky’s room. Jake steps around a puddle on the floor to lift their sobbing son into his arms.

“Nicky!” Jacq wails, reaching for her brother. Bradley pulls her back.

“Him too?” Bradley sighs.

“All over the bed,” Jake groans, cradling Nicky to his bare chest. “We’re probably out of pedialyte?”

“Sash usually keeps some in the pantry.” Thankfully, Bradley’s right about that and pours two sippy cups, one for each of the twins. “Drink slow, baby,” he warns when Jacq tries to chug hers.

Bradley puts on her pajamas and settles her in bed. She wants to sleep with her dragon plush, but he’d rather not have to try to clean her favorite stuffed animal if she gets sick on it. He pulls out the blanket she loved as a baby instead. As soon as she’s drifting off to sleep, he double checks to make sure her fever hasn’t gone up before he leaves her to clean up Nicky’s room.

Once Nicky’s had a bath, Jake puts him in Jacq’s bed for the time being and comes to help. Two hours later, they’ve done their best to clean up their bed and Nicky’s room. The sheets are in the wash machine while their duvet soaks in the laundry room sink.

They move the twins to their room, making a little nest in the bed that should hopefully make it easier to clean up if there’s another accident. Bradley puts two trash cans on his nightstand just in case. Jacq insists on sleeping in his arms, and he dozes off stroking her wet hair.

He wakes to Jake retching in the bathroom and groans.

Bradley calls Payback to cancel the play date Jacq and Nicky were supposed to have with Cameron and Ruby. His wife Nora offers to come over to help out, but Bradley would rather they not catch whatever is going around in his house.

He brings a Gatorade to Jake who’s still on the bathroom floor, head leaned against the cool, porcelain tub with Nicky under one arm.

“Thanks, Pecan,” he rasps. Bradley drops a kiss on the top of his head and takes Nicky with him, closing the door to give Jake some privacy.

“Daddy, my tummy hurts,” Nicky whines, clinging to his neck. “Can you kiss it?”

Even though it’s not a booboo he can kiss away, Bradley obliges when he puts Nicky back to bed.

“I don’t think that worked,” Nicky says sadly, and Bradley kisses his belly over and over until he gets a weak little giggle. Not to be left out, Jacq showers her brother’s forehead with kisses, matching Bradley’s pace. Since the twins are in the same pukey boat, Bradley enjoys the sweet moment with them instead of warning her away.

Gently, he sweeps his baby boy’s damp bangs off his forehead.

“Is Poppy sick too,” Jacq asks, reaching for Bradley. He lifts his her into his arms. She’s become so independent these days he doesn’t realize how much he’s missed her wanting to be held and cuddled.

“Yes, dimple.” He touches her forehead with the back of his hand and decides it’s time for a temperature check. Bradley frowns when he sees the thermometer.

While he’s on the phone with the twins’ pediatrician, Nicky throws up again. Never in his pre-child life did Bradley think he’d be willing to catch someone’s vomit in his hand, but here he is. Their doctor tells him to keep an eye on their fevers but not to worry about bringing them in just yet.

Bradley cleans his hand then strips the twins down to their underwear. The laundry is backed up enough as it is. Jacq at least makes it to the sink to throw up this time. He pours each of them a fresh sippy cup of pedialyte.

He has to call Payback back. “D’you think you could do a shopping run?”

“Nora left the minute you hung up. She should be at your place any minute.”

“You married an angel,” Bradley sighs.

“Tell me about it. Hang in there, man.”

Nora does arrive and despite his warnings, marches into the house. “I’m a doctor, Rooster. I’ve been around worse.”

Because the twins won’t let go of him, she snaps on gloves and does the rest of the dirty laundry. Then new gloves and the dishes are done. While he coaxes a few teaspoons of the broth she makes into Jacq and Nicky, she goes to check on Jake with some broth for him.

Nora does a much more thorough job of cleaning Nicky’s room so that it no longer smells. By the time she leaves, the house is sparkling.

“We owe you,” he thanks her, walking her to the door with Nicky and Jacq still on each of his hips.

“You don’t owe me anything,” she waves him off. She touches each twin’s cheek. “Feel better, my little peas.”

“Bye, Auntie Nora,” Jacq waves. Nicky just sticks his thumb in his mouth.

Bradley walks the twins back to his bedroom. “Daddy needs to take care of Poppy for a little. Can you watch a movie?”

“I want the bootball movie,” Nicky says around his thumb. Just as Bradley brings up Remember the Titans on his iPad, a FaceTime from Natasha comes through. He accepts.

“Mommy!” Jacq screams and grabs the tablet for herself.

“Oh my poor little bee! How are you feeling?”

“Nicky threw up,” Jacq announces, as if she’s had no part in the chaos. “He’s not feeling good.”

Jake retches in the bathroom.

“Poppy is sick too. But not my Daddy.”

Letting Natasha keep the twins occupied, Bradley goes into the bathroom. He sits on the ledge of the bathtub, legs spread so Jake can curl up between his thighs. Tenderly, he runs his fingers through his husband’s hair.

“I’m sorry I ditched you, babe.”

Jake closes his eyes and shakes his head. “You know how freaking sexy you look carrying around two kids with those big arms of yours?”

“About as sexy as you do right now,” Bradley laughs, running his thumb and forefinger along the shell of Jake’s ear the way he knows he likes.

“I feel awful,” Jake protests.

“Can I get you anything?”

“Is that Birdy talking to the kids?”

“Yeah. Jacq’s been crying for her.”

Jake pulls himself back to the toilet. “Get back to the kids. I’ll be—.” His words end as he gets sick again. Bradley rubs his back through it.

Natasha’s gone when he comes back, but Jacq looks happier than she has in a few days. He climbs in bed with the twins and curls his arms around them before turning on Remember the Titans.

A text pops on his phone. I’m sorry I’m not there Roo. Thanks for taking care of everyone. Love you sm

He texts back. We miss you. And I love you back

Jacq curls up against his side. Her hair is a nest. He does his best to smooth it down, carefully working through the tangles while Coach Boone puts his new team through their paces. Nicky rests his cheek over Bradley’s heart while he watches. In the brief moment of quiet, Bradley drifts off to sleep.

He’s covered in only one toddler when he wakes up. Nicky’s thumb has fallen out his mouth and rests damply on Bradley’s shirt. Frantically, he looks around for Jacq until he hears her in the bathroom.

“Poppy, is my poop okay?”

“Yes, pickle,” Jake murmurs. “We have to be quiet, though, while Daddy and Nicky are sleeping.”

#TGM fic #Phoenix x rooster x hangman #dilf rooster #dilf Bradley #wip wednesday

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shions-new-blog-of-stuff · 1 year

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"Guardian Angel"

[Canon x OC] [Leon x Catherine (OC)] CW: Blood, gore, zombies doing zombie things, injury, canon-typical violence? For my biggest fans @squashfics @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess @likesugarandcyanide@allen-444 @oreo-leon

@xcyberhexx

@lex-the-flex

@cilantro24

AN: This has been stewing around in my head for a while. I might turn it into a longer story. Maybe. Very stream of thought, quick writing, I just REALLY wanted to put something to paper/word pad 😂 What a night.

It started off as an evening at the local school of music--St. Cecilia's. Catherine had received an invitation to the annual concert from a old friend from high school, who had moved back to town in order to take classes there. A perfect excuse for Catherine to get all dressed up--white blouse, a black neck ribbon, black pencil skirt and matching shoes. The performances from every student filled the auditorium with fantastic melodies. After the final performance, there was to be a grand dinner held for everyone attending.

But now, Catherine was trapped at the far west wing of the school, hiding in an office, pain shooting up and down her leg. Unable to walk, she quietly sobbed as the moans and sounds of shambling feet got closer to her position.

It happened so suddenly--out of nowhere it seemed. She overheard some chatter in the ladies room about a few members of the faculty and a couple students falling ill. And then a small crowd of people began attacking several members of the audience and the class onstage.

Catherine could still hear the terrified screams, and the almost squishy sound of flesh being ripped apart. Then the fire alarm going off and thundering footsteps as the panicked crowd ran in every direction. She had ALMOST made it to the exit, only for someone to shove her forcefully from behind, sending her falling down the stairs. Now suffering a sprained ankle, Catherine now had to use the wall for balance.

In her attempt to make her way to another exit, her blood ran cold at the sight of a blonde woman hunched over her old friend, clawing his stomach open, her blue dress torn in places, her skin grey and missing her nose, her eyes a solid egg white and mouth covered in blood.

This can't be real.

This just can't be real.

Catherine gasped and covered her mouth, which caused the blonde woman to slowly look up, staggering to her feet, extending her arms forward and letting out a pained groan that echoed in the hallway.

Catherine lost her balance and fell backwards into the office, crying out in pain as she scrambled to shut the door. The woman outside continued to groan and begin to pound at the door, staining the glass window with blood and guts.

Moving backwards to the corner of the room, Catherine rummaged through her bag for her phone. But it wasn't there, which is when she discovered the tear in the bag. Everything except her wallet, which was in a side pocket, had fallen out in the confusion and chaos.

Defeated, Catherine started writing out some last goodbyes in her head as the glass shattered and the woman flopped over the window, crawling towards Catherine. Gasps became caught in Catherine's throat as she watched in horror as her friend was also lazily shuffling towards the door, blood streaming down his neck and shoulder, his expression blank.

With inhuman strength he pushed the door off its hinges, and Catherine hung her head, hugging her knees and shutting her eyes.

Gunshots rang out, and Catherine fell over, covering her ears. It was only a few minutes, but felt like an eternity. She slowly opened her eyes, to see both the woman and her friend lying still on the floor, a foot away from her. They never touched her at all.

A figure with a familiar voice gently helped her sit up.

"Cath."

There he was--Leon, wearing the clothing she remembered him in during that whole strange ordeal in Spain--but also an expensive-looking, but soft to the touch leather jacket with multiple pockets.

Catherine threw her arms around his back, burying her face in his neck.

"God…Leon…it's…it's really you," she mumbled into his jacket.

"Of all places to find you," Leon replied softly as he moved her to face him, "you all right?"

"My leg. I can't walk…sss! I think it's sprained."

Leon briefly pulled an arm away to retrieve a little ink-black beeper looking device, pressing a few buttons before putting it away.

"Real quick. Catherine, those people," Leon pointed at the two downed bodies. "Or others like them, were you bitten?"

Catherine shook her head no.

"Scratched?" Leon continued.

Catherine shook her head no once more, shifting to check her arms, neck, and legs. "What's happening…? Oh god, Leon, is it the parasites again?"

"No, it's not…but arguably just as bad…" Leon carefully put his arms around Catherine to pick her up. "It's…it's a viral infection. When it gets far enough, well…"

"My friend, he…he was being eaten by that woman…but then he got up. He was already dead, Leon…but…"

Leon stepped over the corpses, and out into the hallway. "Never wanted you to experience this Cath, but it's exactly what you saw--the dead walk."

He looked down at Catherine with a melancholy expression. "C'mon sweetheart, let's get out of here."

#leon kennedy x oc

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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I just love the Jake you’ve made. Random thought I had was Phoenix struggling with the twins when they are first born and he starts taking over the night wake ups so she can sleep and turning off her alarm in the morning. I mean that man would do anything for her♥️

That man would do anything for her! So very true, Anon!

Twins are already a huge responsibility, but with JJ being so young as well, that’s a lot of Seresin babes waking up in the middle of the night.

I love the idea of Hangman turning off Phoenix’s alarm so she can get more sleep 🥹 Knowing Phoenix, she definitely tries to insist on getting up when Ben and Liam are crying in the middle of the night, but as often as he can, Hangman gets her to stay in bed.

“Go back to sleep, Minx. I’ve got them.”

And she’s so exhausted that she actually doesn’t fight him on it 😂

#jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #hangman x phoenix #hannix #hannix headcanons #top gun: maverick #anon message

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hughungrybear · 9 months

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My thoughts on Episode 10:

1. Good for Pearmai and Kwan setting Not straight. Even Not's friends left him standing there looking like a complete a—hole that he is.

2. I see where Pearmai gets her kindness. Also, kudos to Dad for trying to teach Pearmai that nothing is essentially "perfect". What we wanted today may be wildly different in the future - and that is okay.

3. Gods damn, I'm still in part 1/4, but the hell I'm crying. At least, Kawi was able to thank his father properly and his father was able to give him good wishes before he passed. 😭😭😭😭

4. I never thought my love for Pearmai will increase, but there you go. If Pearmai is okay with asexual girls, I'd marry her myself 😭😭😭

5. Max, my beloved, where have you been? I missed you. Why the bffs in this series is so good???

6. Ah. I can feel the foundations of the dreaded episode 11. Pisaeng's mother is going to be a problem, wouldn't she? 😤😤😤 Actions speak louder than words, Mom. You keep saying you support your son and the LGBTQ+ cause (coz apparently, hiring gay staff in her office is peak support) but your actions say otherwise.

7. Pisaeng: Why don't you have stuff (i.e., toothpaste, food in the fridge)? Me: He is a poor uni student, mate. I feel Kawi lol

8. Also Pisaeng: <kisses Kawi's palm while saying> you can make me happy tonight. Yes, this is the right time to gay panic, Kawi. 😂

9. Kawi calling Pisaeng's mom because he is so focused on making the future right for everyone in his life is just <chef's kiss>. Also, it seems false alarm with the mom being problematic. Whew.

10. Okay, palm kissing sends Kawi to mild gay panic. A naked Pisaeng? The guy is lost lol.

11. Max, the perfect bestfriend-slashed-ideal barista-slashed-amateur sex guru extraordinaire. 😅

12. Kawi panicking when he saw the contents of Pisaeng' bag is peak virgin behaviour. Yeah, even aces have sex with the ones they love every once in a while.

13. Wait, why wasn't the time traveling thingy got activated when Pisaeng turned the music box on? Does it only works with Kawi?

14. They need to have the sex conversation. Otherwise, Pisaeng will just be horny all the time (while Kawi will just continue to panic) lol

15. I haven't had breakfast yet. Gods, that food looks good. Also, Kawi using the airplane to feed Pisaeng is wild lol

16. Eating big and going on a roller coaster is not the best idea. Also, I'm starting to feel bad for Pisaeng. Nothing is going his way with Kawi 😥 KAWI, JUST TELL THE MAN YOUR CONCERNS, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

17. Oooh. For a moment I thought we are doing a staring contest. It's happening. IT IS HAPPENING.

Well, I was surprised with the mom. Ooh. Next episode, they will be officially living together. Also, what's up with the preview? Will Pisaeng also travel in the future (or past)?

#be my favorite the series #be my favorite ep 10 #pisaengkawi #kawi x pisaeng #gawinkrist #gawin caskey #krist perawat

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friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn · 2 years

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okay this is your fault lmao, pick and choose one because I couldn't!

“how did you even get sick? you look ugly. come here.”

and

“you are a menace and you almost died back there if it wasn’t for me.”

I do believe it's pretty clear who's saying this to whom

And you expect me to be able to pick one 😂 no, no, I’ve got this… on one condition. You write the other one :)

Fair warning that this takes place at the beginning of Muriel’s reversed ending, so. Spoilers and all that. Also! Mentions of pretty bad injuries. Everyone is fine and alive, but yeah. That.

The ghostly soldiers were all over the city, their presence making Asra’s magic prickle beneath his skin. He drew comfort from Julian’s warm presence beside him. It had been a long time since they’d last been so close, but the familiarity of it was an anchor in this weird, warped world.

“They’re so creepy,” Julian whispered, peering around a corner, and Asra felt him shudder.

He lightly touched his wrist. “We’re almost back at the shop. The others are probably there already.”

Julian nodded and then beckoned for him to follow. The street they were on was empty for now, but Asra felt the familiar sting at the back of his neck that came from being watched.

He started to turn when Julian suddenly shouted and grabbed his arm, roughly pulling him aside and shielding him with his own body. Asra’s magic lashed out of its own volition.

“Julian, what the fu-“

Only then did Asra realise Julian had gone very still. Something warm and sticky was dripping into his hair. Slowly, afraid of what he might find, he looked up at Julian.

Blood was pouring from underneath Julian’s eyepatch. The fabric was shredded to pieces as if something had clawed him, and Asra’s stomach turned.

“Shit. Ilya? Shit.”

“I- I’m okay,” Julian stuttered. “I’m okay. What-“

Asra stared at him. “You are so far from okay right now. You’re bleeding. And you’re probably in shock.”

Julian raised a trembling hand to his face and stared at the blood on his glove. “Oh.”

Asra resisted the urge to roll his eyes and grabbed his hand. “Yes, oh. Now let’s get the hell out of here before those things return.”

“That’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”

They made it to the shop without encountering more of the ghastly soldiers, much to Asra’s relief. He wasn’t sure if he could keep Julian upright and fend them off at the same time.

Much like he’d expected, Nadia, Muriel, and everyone else was already there. Nadia winced when she caught sight of their blood-covered clothes, but she recovered quickly and took Julian’s wait from him so Asra could let them all in.

While the others discussed the events of the day —including the parley with Lucio— Asra guided Julian over to a chair in the corner and sat him down.

“Don’t move,” he warned. “I’ll be right back to take care of that eye.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to move if I wanted to,” Julian muttered, slumping in his seat.

When he returned, Julian was prying away the tattered eyepatch from his ruined eye. Asra’s stomach threatened to expel its contents for a moment before he was able to swallow it back down. He pressed a piece of cloth in Julian’s hand. “Hold this against your eye to stop the bleeding.”

With his good eye, Julian stared at him. “You do know I’m a doctor right.”

“You’re a menace, is what your are,” Asra snapped, taking a wet cloth to start cleaning the blood from his face.

Julian let out a high-pitched, harsh laugh. “Oh, I’m a menace? You almost die back there, As! You would have died if it weren’t for me!”

He would’ve. Asra knew that. He would never have seen that soldier coming, so focused on that feeling of being watched that he forgot to take note of his surroundings. And Julian had sacrificed himself. He’d gotten lucky —if you could call losing an eye that— but it could’ve easily been so much worse. Julian could’ve died.

He could’ve lost Julian.

“Hey,” Julian began, his voice softer if a little alarmed. “Asra, why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

Asra raised a trembling hand to his cheek. When he pulled back, it came away damp. Then he looked up and met Julian’s eye.

“You’re an idiot,” he said decidedly, and then cupped Julian’s face and leaned in to kiss him.

It was awkward, what with Julian still clamping a cloth to his destroyed eye, and messy with all the blood and tears, but above all, it felt right.

Julian’s fingers curled into his hair as he kissed back.

It didn’t last long because somewhere behind them, someone cleared their throat. As he pulled away, Asra noticed how Julian’s cheeks flushed. The entire room was staring at them. For once in his life, Asra didn’t have a witty comeback.

Thankfully, his former apprentice took pity on him. “Alright, that happened. About damn time, too, because I was two seconds away from locking the two of you in a closet together. Anyway, what do we do about Lucio?”

That diverted everyone’s attention and Asra slowly turned back to Julian, who was staring at his hands.

“Do you understand now?” he asked softly, and Julian nodded.

“We almost lost each other back there,” he replied.

Asra nodded and rested his forehead against Julian’s shoulder. “No matter what happens tomorrow, promise me we’ll still have each other. Promise me I’ll still have you.”

“Of course you’ll have me,” Julian replied, reaching up to drag a gloved hand through Asra’s hair. “It takes more than getting my eye taken out to get rid of me.”

Asra swatted his chest but didn’t protest. No matter what, they could still have this.

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lyon-amore · 2 years

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Stand by me 1

How many meetings between Jake and the MC am I going to write until the next game comes out? 😂 Well, this time I put the name of my MC, to take away the embarrassment of writing it, I just hope you like reading it Enjoy it!!

⚠️ ATTENTION: Mention of blood and wounds. If you're new to the fandom and haven't finished the game yet, don't read it to avoid endgame spoilers.⚠️ ------------------------- The time I had spent in Duskwood was over. I was tired after so many interrogations, both from the police and the FBI. One by one, they had been asking us, they hadn't even let us be together so we could make up a story together. But none of us told the truth. At least, that's what I thought. In two days I had to go back to work, so the only day I had been able to be with a Duskwood friend was with Jessy, who she most needed to be with someone right now. After that, it was all questions and more questions. My head ached. I start to pack, when I receive a message. Rather, a location. And nothing less than the Nymos chat. My heart races, not believing it to be true. I hadn't heard from Jake since that last text, telling me 'I love you'. I didn't hear from him after that. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I expected some message from him, a word, an enigma, something. I also couldn't focus on work for every notification I received. I always ended up going to the bathroom to cry again. My co-workers kept asking me what was wrong with me. Until I finally traveled to Duskwood to clarify what happened. Just to make it worse. I keep looking at the message. The cartel was one of the exits from Duskwood, was Jake there waiting for me? He had promised me that they would no longer separate him from me. Was it possible? Had he survived the mine? I finish packing. I was going to be prepared just in case it was a false alarm, that maybe this stupid program had stopped working because it had crashed anyway. Yes, I was quite angry, I hadn't slept for a long time. No sleep. Just cry. It was all I did since I hadn't heard from Jake.I had to check it out. I look on the map on my phone at the nearby exit where it indicated me.As I was leaving in the car, I was surprised that there was suddenly more surveillance and even some officers stopped me. "Can I see her car, Miss Connors?" "Yes of course." I get out of the car opening the back door and then the trunk. They observe everything meticulously, without leaving any corner without looking. It bothers me that they even opened my suitcase. Did they really think I had Jake in there? "Is it necessary?" I ask, closing it hurriedly. "We have been informed that the hacker had been seen nearby," the agent replies. "Really?" I show my impassive face. Giving no sign of surprise. Or maybe I didn't even believe it myself. I had received nothing from him. "Yes, that's why we have more surveillance posts around Duskwood." "But they won't register me again at the Duskwood exit, right?" "No, don't worry, the perimeter of where they've been seen doesn't go that far," he answers, gesturing with his cap, "besides, they think they've shot him, if it was just an animal what they saw. so he won't get very far." "Thank goodness." I tried to stay calm. I hope it's not him. "Good luck catching him.” I put on my best smile, despite not wanting to. Better get along with them. "Have a good day miss and sorry for everything that happened." he smiles at me, charmingly "It must have been horrible to be manipulated." "Yes… Thank you. You too." I got back in the car and I looked in the rearview mirror at the agents joking with the guy, saying a couple of things like "what a hunk you are" or "flirting during work hours?". Luckily I was leaving there. I drove and as promised, there was no one near the Duskwood exit sign. I park off the road and looked everywhere. Forest on one side, forest on the other. But no trace of Jake. I lean against the car, looking at Nymos's message. Then the Duskwood sign. I place the phone at a perfect distance to see what the same place was. I strain my eyes to get a good look at every little detail. It was the same place. "Great, there's no one here." I put the cell phone in my jacket pocket, trying not to get more upset. "I knew it was a waste of time… Or he would have already contacted me…” My voice sounds broken, about to cry. No again… I hear a bang on the car and the movement of how it had been hit and I turn around scared. There, leaning with his head bowed, was a person. Despite the dirt on his clothes, it could be seen that it was black, wearing a hood. "Hey... Are you okay?" I ask, concerned. "Uh…" a man's voice. And it seems that he can hardly speak.One of his hands is resting on the car and the other on his body. He looks up and meets my eyes. "I guess... I must be already dead, right?" he asks, under his mask. I can't believe it, I can't even move "An angel came looking for me..." "You..." The man tries to straighten up, but falls to the ground. "Jake!" I yell as I approach him. I knew it instantly. I bent down putting his head in my lap and I noticed the blood on his sweatshirt. He had a hole. Yes, they had shot him. "No, no, no…" I get nervous when I see him and decide to pat his face to wake him up "Jake, come on, don't do this to me now. Stay with me, come on." He open his eyes a little. Tired. I'd even say his skin is paler for someone he's been hiding for a long time. It was because of the shot. "Cal-Calm..." He lowers his mask as best he can. It's hard for him to speak, but I need him to speak, for his sake "I already… I already told you that they weren't going to separate me from you…" "Come on, we have to go to a hospital," I sit him up slowly, trying to open the back door to lay him down in the car. "No... they'll ask a lot of questions and that's not good." he tells me, putting a hand to the wound. "You don't think I'll heal you, do you?" I ask, accommodating him. "If possible..." "For God's sake…" I slam the door, bringing a hand to my head, massaging my forehead. I grab his suitcase and backpack and put it in the trunk. Had he carried all of this wounded up here? Why didn't he call me earlier? I walk to my seat as fast as I can. I look in the rearview mirror at Jake, looking pained and about to fall asleep. “Jake, hey,” he looks up at me in the mirror “I need you to stay awake. "Yes... Done... I'm good at that." Well, at least he's in the mood to joke around, but not me. Dammit. "The FBI has asked us all about you," I try to maintain a conversation, keeping him informed, "luckily, that you have deleted all the messages after disappearing has been useful." “I couldn't trust them to look at your cell phones." "I know." “I suppose that… You must have felt bad that I deleted my last message." “No, don't worry." “I'm sorry…" he moans under his breath until he speaks again "I tried to save Richy, but-" "That doesn't matter now," I replied, swallowing hard. "But he was your friend-" "Jake…" I pause, wondering if it was a good thing to tell him now. But I didn't know what to talk to him about at that moment, there was a lot of information to give "It was Richy, he kidnapped Hannah." I thought I heard some insult, a little anger, but no. He laughs. As if he amused him. "Seriously? Do you find it funny?" "Why do you think I warned you from the start not to trust anyone?" "You had already suspected something, right?" "I didn't watch the three days after she disappeared for nothing," he complains again and I squeeze my hands. Shit, he's in pain. "But when you told me about he being attacked, I completely ruled it out." "Well then... Unfortunately, I don't." "What?" "I'll tell you." "Macie… did you know that?" I avoid saying yes, because I don't want to argue now. "I was never wrong about you," he lets out another laugh. If it wasn't for him being badly injured, I would have found it sexy in being deep. Instead, I was concerned about him. It sounded like the laugh of someone who knew they were going to die. "You really are fascinating." "Do you think it's time to flirt?" I ask seriously. "I wanted to see you," he answers, smiling "at least for the first and last time..." "Jake, take that back or I swear it's not the shot that's going to kill you." I try not to turn to answer him, but I stare into the rearview mirror. "You don't know how glad I am that you're alive." "Even in such a deplorable state?" "Were you going to get dressed for me?" “Maybe." A laugh escapes me. God… What a lovable fool he is. "Okay, and how would you have managed?" I ask, keeping him awake. "In the hypothetical case that we would have gone out to dinner, for example." "Oh, well…" He sits up a little, and I watch as he runs his tongue thoughtfully over his lips. I bite my lip thinking about what it would be like to kiss him, but taking advantage of a badly wounded man was wrong and I have my principles. "Remember I would take you to a Chinese restaurant?" "Yes, how can I not forget it?" "It wouldn't be just any" I see how his eyes begin to shine, as if he was recovering a little "I would have looked for the most elegant restaurant that they could have had." He laughs and I join him. "I… I would surely have rented a tuxedo," I see how he tightens the wound, as if he wanted to make a tourniquet with the clothes "because unfortunately, one made to measure is very expensive." "And you'd be the most handsome man in a rented tuxedo." I tried to stay calm, following the conversation. "Do you like the beard better or do you prefer me without it?" "Hmm...Fixed?" "Sorry, I didn't have time to shave with the FBI behind me," he sighs sadly. "Don't worry, I find the situation quite normal," I say sarcastically. All this is too new for me. "And you… You would be the most beautiful woman in the restaurant." I blush when I hear it, he really means it, not joking. His tone is sincere. "You would wear a beautiful dress… Favorite color? " "What color would you choose?" "Black." "Classic, you never go wrong with that color." "I'm sorry, I was just thinking that we could go combined in the clothing." "I like that." "Everyone would turn to see you." I look quickly in the rearview mirror, seeing how his gaze seems lost in those thoughts. "And I would be the most envied man of all. Because there would be no one to match your beauty." “Is it blood loss that makes you talk like that?" I ask, my face burning. "No, only my love for you." "Yes, the blood loss." He lets out a laugh, then groans. I love being able to be with him and talk face to face like I always wanted, but circumstances mean that I don't feel better than I thought. Surely he must be happier to see me given his state, perhaps he must think that it will be the last time he will see me and he wants to take advantage of telling me everything that he has never been able to tell me in messages, because it was something else intimate. Well, I'm not going to let him die in my car. Neither anywhere. I will do everything possible so that this does not happen. "Hold on a little longer, Jake…" he muttered under his breath, revving up the car. I don't even care about the fine I get home, I don't care at all. Jake's life comes first. We arrived at the urbanization, at the end of the street. I park the car and with effort, helped Jake to sit up. He make an effort to hold on to me. "I have you, I'm not going to let you go," I say, walking slowly. "I hope so..." "Have I given you reason to doubt me?" I ask, smiling. "Never." I'm lucky there aren't any neighbors down the street at that time, they all work. I open the front door, leaving the keys in the cabinet next to me, closing the door with my foot. "We're here, I'm going to take you to the room." “Macie, I appreciate your effort, but this is not the time for that." "Jake, I appreciate your effort to make jokes so you think I can be calm, but you're not helping me calm down." I frown, avoiding looking at him. I must be red because of that joke. And I have to concentrate if I want to be able to help him. "Sorry, I just don't want you to be nervous about the situation..." "How can I not be?" "It'll be fine." I look at him and see that he smiles with effort. Damn stupid and beautiful smile. I think I already know what my weakness will be with this man every time I try to get angry with him: his way of smiling at me to calm me down. I open the bed with one hand and sit him down slowly, helping him remove his sweatshirt along with his shirt. Seeing the wound, I put a hand to my mouth avoiding vomiting when I saw the blood. "Oh my God..." "Hey, look at me," I listen, ignoring the gunshot wound. He suppresses the pain with a calm face, almost forcing a smile. "You're going to do well, angel." "And that nickname?" "Because you are my savior." "Too much faith in me." "And that's never going to change." I sighed and laid him down slowly. "I'll go-" I try to calm down as much as I can, avoiding seeing much of the wound at the moment "I'll go get what I need." "Don't worry, I'm not moving from here." "God... Just don't die now." I leave the room, first going to the bathroom for the first aid kit. I also need something to get the bullet out, it can't stay inside. "It's going to be the worst thing I've ever done in my life," I talk to myself as I look for some tweezers "but I'm doing it because I'm in love with him... I hope I don't lose him because I'm the one who kills him trying to save him." I return to the room with everything I need and leave it on the table, then I go to the bathroom again and wash my hands, wishing myself good luck with what I was going to do. Returning, I stand next to the bed, taking the chair from the desk. "It doesn't look very good." I commented, not sure how to begin. "It's a good thing you're a journalist, because as a nurse, you wouldn't be good at cheering up patients." I gave him a dirty look at his joke and he smiled. You have to clean first so you can get a good look at the wound." "Have you ever done it?" I asked, grabbing a couple of gauze pads to clean the area. "You want to know the answer?" "Is that a 'Several times, Macie, I'm used to getting shot'?" I try to mimic his voice, looking for a way to not think I have a wound in front of me. Horrible. Horrible vision. "Most of them have grazed me." "It doesn't relax me at all." "Okay, you have to take the bullet out now." I swallowed hard, her hand where I hold the tweezer shaking. I can't… I can't do it. It's hard. I'm going to fuck it off and I'm going to kill him. Jake grabs my hand and I look at him. His calm eyes calm me little by little. “Take a deep breath, Macie, you're doing great." "You're going to have to reward me, too much." My hand stops shaking and slowly releases me. “I'm accumulating everything I want to reward you." "Do you have a list?" "But I'm not going to tell you what other things I have written down apart from dinner and a day with you." "Well, the day you are already giving it to me…." "I'd rather it wasn't this one." I can't be mad at this man. In the end he knows how to calm me down whenever I get mad at him. I take a deep breath, bringing the tweezers closer to the wound. I'm going to pass out. Jake starts to complain and I stop. But he makes me a sign for him to continue. I get to touch something with the tweezers and I give a cry full of happiness. I try to calm down despite the joy. "I found it Jake," I announced. "What do I do? Did I just take it out?" "Well… make sure it doesn't bleed me dry." "What?!" "Press the wound so it doesn't go through." "It's incredible that you trust me..." I reached for another gauze pad, pressing down on the wound as I slowly pulled the bullet out. I try to endure how I can’t pass out, it is difficult for me to see it. As soon as the bullet is out, I press on the wound, breathing heavily. "Okay, okay, okay," I nod, turning my gaze to him. "I guess now it's time to put the bandage on." I can't stop shaking. My whole body doesn't react well to what I want to do. "Sh... Sew..." He says with difficulty. "Jake... If you don't die, I'm going to kill you for doing this to me. WE SHOULD HAVE GONE TO A HOSPITAL! I can't do it." "Macie... The police would be notified if I went." "True… You're right… I was just thinking about your health and that you trust me in this, it makes me nervous" he laughs and I give him an angry look. How many have I had already? I think I can also add to the lack of sleep that I’m in a bad mood. "Excuse me, I don't like that we met under these circumstances either," he answers me calmly "believe me when I tell you that it hurts me that you have to go through this." "I know Jake, I already know your habit of protecting me from anything." I smile sweetly at him and he does the same. I takes his hands and places them on the gauze. "Press, because I have to prepare the needle and the thread." "All right…" "I don't think it's as difficult as sewing one of the cushions that Henry chewed on when he was little." I lie, it was partly a reason, but I had been sewing for a long time. A story that I did not want to reveal at the moment. I’m embarrassed. "Where is he?" "At Lian's house, I left it in her care," I says, while I do the work. Well, I think it's a little different from everything I've sewn so far... My disgusted face is priceless. "I should have gone looking for him before coming here." "I would have... I would have liked to meet him..." "You will." I look at him and see that his eyes are closed. I'm starting to get scared "Jake? Jake! Now don't do this to me!" I checked his pulse and sighed in relief. He just passed out. I continued with his wound and cleansed the area, ridding it of his blood remnants. I finish the bandage with effort and let out a long breath, wiping the sweat from my forehead. Knowing that he is sleeping, I start to cry, knowing that he couldn't see me like that. This shouldn't have happened to him. Not this way. When I'm done, I pick up everything and go to the bathroom to wash my bloody hands. It's not my fault, right? Someone has to tell me that it's not my fault that because I'm like this. Yes. Yes it is. I should have gone to the mine. This way, the FBI would have been prevented from knowing he was there. And who knows how they knew. I have to change his clothes at least… I'll go get his travel bag. Slowly and with effort, I try to put on some more comfortable pants that I had in his suitcase, also placing a towel under it, preventing it from getting stained again by the blood on the bed. With effort, I try to get him to take a painkiller, talking to him calmly so that he doesn't get scared when I wake him up. He hardly even realizes how exhausted he is. I lie on the opposite side of the wound, exhausted. I took his hand and caressed it lovingly, while with the other, brushed his hair from his face. He looks very calm, as if nothing had happened. I'm happy that he’s okay. I finally close my eyes, letting myself be overcome by sleep. The sound of thunder wakes me up, almost jumping out of bed. I hear the rain. A relaxing soundBut that only lasts a few seconds when I see that Jake is not in bed. "No, no, no, no" I look at the floor, finding myself with the travel bag "Where is he?!" I get up and head to the living room, expecting to find him there. Nothing. A stupid idea comes to my mind. And he has gone out on the street? I go to the entrance and go out. Fortunately, he hasn't left, he walks very slowly. “Jake!” I call to him but he doesn't react. I run up to him. It's going to get worse in the rain! "Jake! Stop!" I grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn around. His eyes seem lost. Sleepwalker? "Macie…" he whispers my name, worried "I have to go get Hannah and Richy…" "Jake, Hannah is safe, remember?" It hurts me to see him this way. So weak. "No… She doesn't…" "Yes, Alan saved her, I told you." I have to remind him, because if I forced him into the house, he might be angry because I'm forbidding him to go after his sister. "We made it, remember? Let's go home" he's burning up, he's got a fever. He needs a doctor, he can't go on like this. "To home…" "Yes." Slowly, I lead him back to the house. I smiled at him so he wouldn't worry about me too. "My house is your house. It's ours. Here you are safe. " "Macie…. You're an angel." I don't roll my eyes. I don't blush. If for him I am the person who has saved his life, then I will be. He has always protected me, now he has to take care of him. He deserves it. Jake deserves to be taken care of too. As I towel him dry and put clean clothes back on him, I call on my phone, waiting for him to answer. “Macie…?” my cousin's voice sounds sleepy ”It's two in the morning. What happened?” “Who's there at this hour?” I hear Sophia, his girlfriend, on the other end of the line, also half asleep. “It's Macie. ” “God, it's so late.” "Stephan, I need your help." I finish getting Jake completely dry and lay him down again. I don't give a shit about the time, I have to help Jake ”Wasn't one of your band a doctor?” "Ashley? Why are you asking about her?" I get nervous that he's asking questions in such a hurry. "Are you okay? What happened?" "You just tell me a way to contact her!" "Okay, calm down, don't yell at me." "Sorry, it's a matter of life or death." "WHAT?!" "Don't yell" Sophia tells him. "Macie!" What's going on?! " "I can't tell you, I only ask you to send her to my house, now." "You have no intention of telling me, do you?" "Stephan!" "Yes, okay, I'll call right away to come to your house!" "As soon as I hang up." "Received. Right now. " I hung up and looked at Jake. I placed a hand on his forehead. He still has a fever. I'd better dry off too or else I won't be able to take care of him if I get sick. <<I hope she arrives quickly. >> Part 2

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dreamwritesimagines · 1 year

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It’s CMA-

Wait re: threesomes thing: does she know about how people of the same sex sleep together? Or has she just not thought about it? Because like…. That kind of explains it… (cue clover asking her sister and her husband and wife about queer sex……….)

SCREAMING teddy I love you but OH NO!!! Clover is going to be so fucking stressed!!! Also they really need to lock his art room…… although maybe Ben will be fine because he has younger siblings so he kind of gets it?? (if I were clover I’d be having a panic attack, which she might have anyway)

Damn clover planning murder…. I mean I get it but that’s so dark….

I’m going to cry that he’s so chill about it. Genuinely brb sobbing over here

Him respecting her in his old art room and telling her that even though it used to be his, he’s still going to respect her as a human being and not treat her as if she’s the guest in his space…. Oh my god I’m so emotional over this chapter

Poor Ben pining so badly and also LOL at the bridgertons continuing to be oblivious to Charlie and Anthony

And then asking her if Colin could come in 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Did Colin think they were about to hook up?????!!!?!! LMFAO or did he just think they would be super mushy

SCREAMING clover ur so bold for someone who doesn’t even know how sex works LMAO.

Also we’re getting the Colin/marina scandal?!!!!!??!!?!!? That’s like four scandals or near scandals in one season for that family!!! It’s like half the kids!!!!! Lmfaooo OMG. When it’s all four of them, Eloise is going to be so pissed cuz she’ll be under pressure when she’s supposed to have had YEARS!! Three siblings married in a few month span……. Omg…..

I love that they’re embracing using husband/wife as affectionate nicknames and goofing about it now. I also love that clover jumped right into teasing Colin and being comfortable around him without any preamble. Truly fitting in like she’d always been there.

OMG this chapter was SUCH a rollercoaster, and next week is the dinner!!!!!! Augh I’m already so nervous and excited!!!!!!!!!!!! There’s so much fluff potential but also angst and arguing and teasing and banter and potentially being triggering for her KAKCNNDJFJF

I also wonder if clover will be tense the entire time and not realize it because this is so foreign to her and won’t even notice until she snaps or starts crying at something insignificant or something (totally not projecting LMAO)

Also I forgot to mention- I wonder when the alarm bells will go off for clover’s family that she’s not gardening and stuff, and what they will do about it…. Josie will get angry at Ben for sure but idk tbh………..

I’m so nervous and also emotional over this chapter and the future story lololol

Okay love u lots!! Can’t wait to see ur reply:)

Hi my loveeee! ❤️

Oh she tried to ask Josie but Josie absolutely refused to give her the details😂 So she has her theories but she is more confused by the fact that there were three people there, not two 😂

She was on the verge of a panic attack but also, her mind was so focused on protecting Teddy that she couldn't even think about it 💔

Yesss the palette knife thing! 😱 I actually don't think she was flat out planning murder BUT she was gonna make him stop by all means necessary 💔 And even if she trusts Benedict, that trauma hit her back with its full force the minute Teddy did something that "might" anger him...😭💔

He respects her so much! ❤️

They literally can't even see how Anthony is in love with Charlie! 😂

Colin thought they were kissing at the very least 😏 But actually hooking up at the art room while his whole family is there, I doubt he thought that 😈 But I mean would they do it? 😏

Lolll she thinks she knows😂 Although she is rethinking that considering what happened at the party😂

The season of scandals! 😏 It'll be complete chaos 😂

Yesss and Clover doesn't even notice that! 😂 Like, she's so comfortable with the fact that they're married that she can even joke about it with him, it shows how much she's starting to trust him 😍

Oooh we will actually have lots of dinners in the following chapters and we're skipping this one so that it won't be repetitive 🥰 But we will see some dinners and it will be fun! ❤️

Josie will be so protective! 🥰 Like, rn they don't think anything of it, her not gardening because she's too "busy" in her honeymoon😏 But Josie will eventually bring it up and ask her why she's not doing it❤️

Thank you so so much darling! 😍🥰 ILY! ❤️❤️❤️

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casasupernovas · 2 years

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I'm listening to 'Turn It Up' by Pixie Lott and this album is such a Martha Jones album. (Long post alert!) So these are my headcannons!

'Mama Do (Uh Oh)' is a pretty accurate summation of how mainly Francine felt about Martha running off with the doctor:

"What would my mama do/(Uh oh, uh oh)/If she knew 'bout me and you?/(Uh oh, uh oh)/What would my daddy say/(Uh oh, uh oh)/If he saw me hurt this way?/(Uh oh, uh oh)"

'Cry Me Out' is a good ode to the fact that Martha leaves him not the other way around. Not everything fits but you get the sentiment. Maybe even a John Smith nod because he gets dragged kicking and screaming before he has to face the inevitable.

"I got your emails/You just don't get females now, do you?/What's in my heart/Is not in your head, anyway"

"You just don't get females" is a great summary of the Doctor completely bypassing the possibility of John and Joan falling in love doesn't it! The emails line makes me think of the Doctor's little videos too 😂

"but baby I'm walking away..."

'Band Aid' the medical references i cannah, only Martha definitely didn't dislike him when they first met, but maybe that could reference the rather shaky beginnings they both had when they first started travelling together "there's something bout you, that's like the sun..." (he's like fire anyone?)

'Turn It Up' can be a song that reflects the very mature decision for Martha to leave and bear no ill will towards him.

Perfect!

'Boys and Girls' - very cool very confident very sassy very Martha! I like to think this was her getting ready for Leo's party, and the actual party before it all went belly up. "I'm looking in the mirror and I think I'm liking what I see...And when the beat kicks in you feel it in your bones"

'Gravity' - references to the fact she first met the Doctor on the moon (different gravitational pull) and the 'Lazarus Experiment' with the family conflict, and Martha's own decision to follow the doctor when Francine begs her not to. As well as Martha initially being upset he left and clearly not having a choice in just getting over it, and her asking him to leave at the end if he was gonna keep treating her like a passenger.

"Tell me why I keep tryin' stay around/When all my family/They always telling me/To be through with you"

"Why you pullin' me back/Pullin' me in/Just like gravity"

"Be quiet, let me leave, let me go/Don't say another word/Cause with every sound/You're pullin' me down"

This especially as we know her travels were more him interrupting her life than her wishing to escape it. Or even a double meaning to the well meaning but overbearing Francine? Also, Martha's own unsaid realisation that this relationship may be unhealthy but she doesn't want to leave, or when she puts her foot down, he gives her a ray of hope so she jumps back in.

'My Love' - Do I need to explain this one? Lol

"You're the definition of a life I would be missin"

'Jack' - LOL.

"A beautiful story left incomplete...why'd he only shoot me halfway to the moon"

So this song is basically a Jack and Jill analogy with the story being half finished, Jill comes back down the hill all by herself. You could use this as a example of how despite Jack being introduced to the story, Martha still ends up shouldering the burden of the Master all by herself. Her time with Jack is very brief also, so she doesn't really get a chance to be with him and her story ties into his and their joint feelings for the Doctor as well as some lingering feelings she had (Torchwood kiss).

'Nothing Compares To You' - this could be her headspace for many moments in the show, particularly 1913.

"I'm running fast, fast as I can/To get you back, just to get you back again"

'Here We Go Again' - I like to think this is Martha pre: Smith and Jones, balancing social life with studies what not!

"I'll sleep through the alarm head under pillow/I know I'm gonna pay for this"

'The Way The World Works' - poor Martha in her year alone or 1913:

"Gimme just a little break/Ain't no more that I can take/I am asking for the planets to align"

and "But does the heart grow fonder?/Will I wait here on ya?/Baby, how much longer...They're trying to keep us apart"

"I'm so tired of the way the world works/I'm so tired of the way the world works/They conspire trying to keep us apart"

and quite literally, the Doctor and Martha get seperated a LOT that season. It's like the universe really was conspiring to keep them apart.

'Hold Me In Your Arms' a sad one. Because it's like a dreamscape, of what Martha really wants.

"He says, don't you know I love you? Don't you know that you're beautiful?"

and the closer - 'If I Changed' - Martha leaves, realises she doesn't need to change herself for him! Do it do it do it my way! Wayhay!

"So if changed for you, it wouldn't be good so I guess I should...Change you..."

That's it! Hope you enjoyed!

(May reblog with some of the deluxe songs!)

#doctor who #headcannons #headcannon #martha jones headcannon #martha jones #tenth doctor #10th doctor #10 x martha #martha x 10 #ten x martha #martha x ten #music #music headcannon #pixie lott #turn it up #dw #dw headcannon

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humankoalaa · 2 years

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BATWOMAN S3x12

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

…. this isn’t what we meant when we said we wanted a pillowtalk opening scene 😫

brunette alice will never stop being unnecessary.

unt unt wardrobe… im not about to play with y’all tonight…. they really put alice in capris and flats 😭 stop the madness.

ain’t nobody come back from the dead as much as ocean 😂 like okay kenny mccormick. iykyk. watch him start bleeding from the mouth per usual.

🤣🤣🤣🤣 i fuckin knew it 😭

not alice crying for a whole 30 minutes already 😫 i didn’t train for this 😭

WAYMENT… no they didn’t. you mean to tell me ryan got her buns buttered and then …went out to fight crime?! .. hm?,,, that’s not what that lady meant when she said she just wants to sleep.

“ooo woah ….you’re batwoman” 😂 who tf else would she be?… pikachu?

TIME OUT. SOUND THE ALARM. this is the second time my good sis sophie i just want to love and be loved moore woke up in a bed by herself after work (so sorrry 😂) and i just where is the respect 😭 what happened to spooning, cuddling shit anything because ryans ass was out in the streets all night fighting crime and renee had the nerve to leave her a piece of shit message on an envelope knowing damn well she ain’t have no food.

soohie moore my cup runneth o’er 😭 she’s so fucking happy and content y’all 😫

sophie please cause even if ryan had coffee you weren’t gonna drink it. the day sophie drinks a beverage ryan offers her is the day ill know peace.

WHAT?! im pressing charges for sophie my damn self 😭 the first face she sees the morning after is queen grimhilde?! this is criminal.

“cream and sugar dear ?” 🤣🤣 jada please.

meagan tandy and these perfect facial expressions 😂

mary and alice forever stressing me out. like i love yall but please stfu 😫

“what is this?….. gilmore girls?” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 i need to know if this was scripted or not because meagan tandys comedic improv timing is unmatched.

i forgot how much i enjoy commenting as i watch 🥲

ryan entering the loft like … this is not what i meant when i said i want a mom who texts my girlfriend about tv shows they like.

“at least when i lived with alice she knocked” … sophie please 🧢 we not starting off this relationship with lies ma’am.

just when i was getting ready to start trusting jada. no ma’am. right back to square zero.

“…it’s a lesbian bar…. know your exits” 🤣 sophie please.

… did we just witness a contactless kidnapping?

“speaking of identical… weren’t you wearing that yesterday?” 😂… cousin luke .🤫 👉🏾 FOCUS!!

“she helped me track down marquis’s assistant all night… she didn’t have time to go home” 🤣🤦🏾‍♀️ ryan… that’s not what the evidence shows ma’am.

sophies entire demeanor rn 😫 PAIN.

first of all ryan you not gon’ caress my goood sister sophie’s forearm tawm bout explain nothing as you walk away like you didn’t just lick your lips while looking at her in the face and in the same breath tell my cousin like she helped you look for a mf she don’t even know all night 😭 i outta whoop her ass with that same belt that whooped her ass 😂🤦🏾‍♀️

see… ki ki one of them jezebels that talk too much. my my my, it was only a week ago she was talking her shit. aged… very much poorly.

alice and marquis haven’t met before? ..

oh okay this mf marquis crazy crazy 🥵

and why every outfit marquis wears his 🍆 in my face? like …sir, please. as a lesbian ion understand.

if he kiss jada on the head or cheek one more time 🤣🤣🤦🏾‍♀️

i have no idea whats going on but that labradoodle was innocent 😭

“JADA WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING” .. same barbara. same.

it’s just too many crazy and dead people popping up in this episode 😫 like we didn’t train for this shit.

this ain’t sitting right with me… alice said she killed that man poison mary killed? ..before i get emotional ima sit on this discovery cause i know better 🧘🏾‍♀️

sophie ridin shotty aggravated as usual 😂

ryan… when something isnt anybodys business you should exercise your fifth amendment right or say respectfully… mind your business. or a personal favorite of mine. pull out your phone put it to your ear and say hello as you’re walking away 🙂 understood? … very good.

i still don’t understand why marquis is so upset 😂

alice … how many times we gotta telll you to stop turning ya back on the opposition? DAMN.

awh lawd alice gon give that man alllll the secrets 🤦🏾‍♀️

alice vs sophie?! mhm. more of that please.

jada .. listen to ya child and get the hell on before that criminal your raised come back with the bologna.

“that is so unfair” 🤣🤣🤦🏾‍♀️ alice please.

UNT UNT. marquis out his gat damn top. absolutely not. a punk ass street rat tho? you a whole hoe sir, sit down 😫

this man called ryan a coward and then decided to attack her…. like a coward… ? it’s giving very much who needs to pay for birth control when marquis jet is free advertisement the next day on hulu?

AHHHHHHH JADA SAID AHT AHT… play with your toys not my daughter bitch!

😭😭😭😭😭😭 WAYDAMIN i wasn’t prepared for this moment y’all. she held and hugged and cradled her babygirl like she been waiting to do it fah TWENTEE SEM YEEAAS 😫 auntie jada here go ya flowers 💐 girl 😭 accept this as a formal apology for calling you queen grimhilde earlier.

awh lawd. bow y’all heads and pray with me. heavenly father i come to you as humble as i know how. i ask that you guide my good sis sophie back to gotham. respectfully father, we dont jive with her mama at all. that jezebel shalt not be vindicated of her crimes. father g-d i come to you willing and able asking you to understand the assignment one more time (for now) we need you lord. we ain’t forget dianes shameless simping over tyler or her choice in wigs … terrible, father g-d… ion ask for much. in your name big fella, amen.

sophie 🥺 protect sophie for you (ryan) i will moore at all costs because i cannot handle her getting her heart broken again ms wilder 😫

PROTECT THESE IDIOTS IN LOVE. 😭

“what if i finally find the courage to be out but the person im interested in doesn’t want the same thing” 🥺 my good sis vulnerable and exposed sitting in front of the person she’s interested in, no that’s too disrespectful. sitting in front the love of her life, telling her that she wants all of her first out and proud with a woman to be with her, and ONLY her, without saying it. sophie moore is the standard. argue with your laundry.

im just glad that the writerss have established jordan moore manifested and spoke wildmoore endgame into existence after meeting “bartender girl” one time. we love a prophet.

😭😭😭😭 it’s ryan acknowledging her trauma and fears when it comes to the good things in her life and sophie validating them and assuring ryan through their love language (touch) that she gets it and is not going anywhere 🤧

MEAGAN TANDY 🤣🤣🤣🤣 i know damn welll she improvised that snort im fucking crying.

😭😭 they’re so soft with each other.

ryan got it bad wilder can’t even hide it anymore 🤣 she’s saying i love you first. next week without a doubt.

sophie when i look at you moore 😭 it’s the patience and respect she shows ryan knowing where she’s at and what she wants in terms of a future with ryan while maintaining, understanding and respecting ryans boundaries while she works through her emotions and her past as she comes to terms with where she’s at and what she wants even when it hurts or is frustrating as hell.

this is what our community means when we say we want our stories told authentically. this is representation.

NOT NOW HAMILFOX

mary: “…sorry….. 🧐…weren’t you wearing that yesterday?”

also mary: 🤯🤨😟

ALSO MARY: *reacts in 14 one syllable words*

STILL MARY: *😱🤭😧😯😁🤣🤗😂

Luke: *no idea what’s happening*

MARY: *spills the beans*

luke: “🧐… seriously?”

ryan: “…. yeah… we’re officially a thing*

it’s at this very moment mary becomes the happiest person in the room and has no idea what to do with herself 😭 ugh i love and missed her so much. the laugh as she hugs them both 🤣🤣🤣🤣 the “how did i not know” as she’s walking away 🤣🤣🤦🏾‍♀️

ryan and soohie just sitting laughing all bashful 😭

it was just so nice seeing the team smiling and laughing together again 🥲

😭😭😭😭 anchors aweigh ladies iss the uss wildmoore underwayyyy … shift colors.. can y’all guess what i do for a living or nah?

peep sophie 😭 my good sis has NEVER looked so happy and at peace 😫 batmoore stans just give us wildmooree philanthropists our flowers 💐 we accept apologies from 9 to 5, six days a week. we’re closed on wednesdays for ship maintenance. y’all suds in a bucket you wouldn’t understand 😘

okay they ain have to throw alice down like fhat. i know she killed yalll but … relax.

gzus cryst alice 😫 WHY?!

ugh this season has been so damn good, finale is about to be wild 🥵

#batwoman #wildmoore #ryan x sophie #sophie x ryan #alice kane #jada jet #sophie moore #ryan wilder #luke fox #mary hamilton #live reaction

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redhead-batgal · 2 years

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Christmas Drabbles!!!!

Here is a little rewrite of ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas, along with drabbles of the reader with all of the batfam that I know enough about to write about! Two things, One: The non-main batboy drabbles are going to be longer, cuz the batboys can be requested and everyone else basically can’t be. Two: These drabbles aren’t inherently romantic in nature because... well I’m ace😂. And I literally panic and freak out over all of my one-shots having my not-ace friend read them to make sure they make sense. Anyways, some might have some romantic undertones, others might have some familial ones, but overall, I just wanted to write some lighthearted Christmas stuff to lift my spirts, cuz my family sucks. Anyways Enjoy! And Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone!!!!!!! 😊

(P.S. This is my first time writing for some characters so if I get stuff wrong, please let me know. Also, really sorry! I hope I get it right though. Thanks!)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

not a creature was stirring except for Redhead-batgirl, who is definitely not a mouse.

Eyebags hung on her face with care

in hopes that sleep would soon be there.

Insomnia was all snuggled tight in her brain,

while ideas fell down quite like rain.

With Redhead-batgirl in her writer’s block, and time ticking away;

she heard a small tinkling like bells on a sleigh.

She felt herself jump up quick like she was on fire,

as her writer’s block finally began to tire.

Out she yanked her computer quick as a flash,

hoping and praying that it wouldn’t crash.

She opened up her drafts and found it overflowing,

then she suddenly felt herself to start slowing.

When what to her wondering eyes should appear?

One-shots where the plot’s all clear.

Redhead-batgirl knew in a moment her writer’s block would be back just as slick,

and she needed to write theses drabbles and one-shots rather quick.

What she wished happened was, more rapid than eagles her ideas all came

and she wrote out each thing, even giving everyone a name!

However, instead the girl began to deflate as she realized it was all in vain.

All her ideas were rather too plain!

Her hopes finally began to fall

Redhead-batgirl felt likes she lost and important brawl.

Maybe, she thought I should just say bye

For maybe my dreams were too high

Too high to write all of my one-shots, drabbles and fics

too high, to even make something that sticks

However, ad she mourned and drowned in self-pity

she remembered writing was a necessity

without it her life was bland and colorless

she wouldn’t give it up no, not with her stubbornness

riding her high where she could touch the sky

in that moment Redhead-batgirl wanted to cry

She sniffed and snuffed

puffed and huffed.

Till all her tears were gone

after all she had work to do before dawn.

With her computer in her lap

and nervous energy she needed to sap

she began to write drabbles, start fics and finish one-shots

finally connecting all her missing and fun dots

her works appeared quickly,

while Santa was slickly

slinking down her chimney

“maybe” she muttered to herself, “just maybe there’s more in me.”

With one-shots finished, and drabbles written

true inspiration had finally bitten

it had taken hold strongly and firmly

so much tomorrow she’d be scolded very sternly

However, the fics were started

the one-shots with she parted

the drabbles were created

some even dated

finally finished she lay down to sleep

unfortunately, that’s when her alarm began to beep.

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NOW, onto the drabbles

Dick💙-

You wobbled slightly as the blades beneath your feet touched the smooth ice. To the right of you Damian snorted before hopping onto the ice and gliding out into the middle. You stuck your tongue out at him and blew a raspberry. He was such a brat.

Gently sliding onto the ice, you automatically felt yourself begin to fall. However, instead of landing on your ass and giving Damian another reason to make fun of you, you felt hands catch you by your armpits.

Looking up, you found Dick above you a slight smile on his face. He helped you stand upright only for you to nearly go tumbling face forwards. He yanked you up again and you could hear the twerp’s laughter at your misfortune on the ice.

“I just don’t think I’m cut out for this Dick. “You grumbled, knowing that Damian was never going to let you live this down.

You hated ice skating, it was dumb, stupid, irrational and, and dumb!

“Nonsense,” Dick replied waving a hand, “I’ll help you.”

You stared up and him, sighed. You might as well try. You than smiled slightly before you nodded. Taking his hand Dick lead you out onto the ice slowly. You watched as Damian got close to the two of you and you felt the urge to trip him or clothesline him or something! The demon brat needed a lesson in humility, and he was going to get it even if it meant falling into the lake.

As he drew nearer you felt Dick’s grip on you get tighter, almost as if he knew your plant you make Damian fall. However, as the boy got closer, Dick began to make the two of you sway slightly. You didn’t know what he was doing but it seemed he was going to ruin your plan.

Damian got really close, and you noticed the boy was headed straight for you, he was going to slam into you, knocking you away from Dick and promptly onto your ass. However, just as he got close enough to start charging you, Dick yanked you out of the way and straight into his arms.

Damian charged forwards and then skidded trying to stop and turn around only to stumble and fall straight on his face. You snorted slightly before pressing a hand to your face. You were better than this, you weren’t going to laugh at a child who messed up were you? You were better than him you didn’t need too.

However, as Damian tried to get up, he kept falling over and you had to force back giggles. Turning you pressed your face to Dick’s chest and burst into a fit of laughter. Ice skating wasn’t all that bad when you really thought about it.

Jason🔫-

“I’m dreaming of a White Christmas!” Steph wailed off-key with Jason and Damian cringing and Dick coming in, in a worse voice.

“Just like the ones I used to know.”

You roared with laughter and had to stop yourself from doubling over from glee. Steph smiled and you saw Damian rolling his eyes. She finished her song and passed her mic to you without hesitation.

Dick bee-lined to Jason and you both stood up. Noting the song on the screen you shook your head.

“Baby it’s cold outside? Which one of you dweebs planed this?” You asked with narrowed eyes.

Dick blinked innocently but you could tell it was him, mainly because everyone was point at him but still.

You shook your head and moved over to the machine quickly looking up a different song. A smile, a wicked one, appeared on your face as the name and artist appeared on the screen.

I Won’t Be Home for Christmas by Blink- 182

Everyone blinked and you realized none of them had heard it before. As the music began to play you sung along to the words on the screen feeling the beat begin to make you want to dance.

“So, I stand with a dead smile on my face, wondering how much of my time they’ll waste. Oh god, I hate these Satan’s helpers. And then I guess I must have snapped because I grabbed a baseball bat and made them all run for shelter.”

With both you and Jason jamming out to the song, you more singing it than him you shot him a wink and he smiled at you as the both of you sang more of the lyrics.

“You people scare me, please stay away from my home if you don't want get me down. Just leave the present and let me be alone.”

The song continued with Steph nodding along to the music and Dick looking mildly horrified. Damian had a mixed expression on his face.

Singing the final lyrics, you and Jason pointed at each other grinning broadly.

“I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas, I won’t be home. I won’t be home for Christmas. I won’t be home.”

Air guitaring you strummed the last chords and then bowed as Steph gave you a smashing applause.

“Brilliant, utterly brilliant. I loved it!” She cheered

“You got anymore songs like this?” Jason asked leaning towards you.

“Tons.” You grinned in reply.

Tim☕️-

“You, Timothy Jackson Drake, are going to sit your ass down here and watch Christmas movies with me.” You declared

Tim blinked a few times, the bags under his eyes nearly black as the cup of coffee in his hand gently steamed. He sighed and began trudging over to you. Knowing fully well he couldn’t say no, because you’d make him.

Flopping down next to you he sighed again, and you pulled him in close. Pressing play the old cartoon version of the Grinch came on and you couldn’t help but quote it as the man narrated.

“All the who’s down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot, but the grinch who lived north of Whoville did not!”

Tim snorted and you smiled, you loved watching movies and had a terrible habit of quoting them. With a cup of hot chocolate in your hand you snuggled into Tim’s side and quietly mouthed along to the words of the movie.

Everyonce in a while you’d get a little over excited and bounce or lean forwards and Tim would flinch slightly. It took you a while and all of the Santa Claus movies before you realized it was because he was falling asleep.

With Rudloph the red nosed reindeer playing you looked over to find Tim fast asleep on your shoulder. Smiling slightly, you leaned against him and let the music and dialogue take over as his warmth and the familiarity of the movie slowly and carefully put you to sleep as well.

Damian🗡-

Gently wrapping the bow around the small animal’s neck, you stared at it. The small baby bear leaned forwards and licked your nose. You were still astounded on how you got the animal. However, thinking about that now was pointless. Damian could be here at any moment you had to get away before-

“Y/N? What are you doing?”

You blinked and turned to face him trying your hardest to hide the animal behind you, so he didn’t see a thing.

“Nothing!” You tried.

However, the bear decided he wanted attention and let out a little noise. Closing your eyes, you cursed and peeked an eye opened to see Damian peering around you.

Turning around you glared slightly at the bear who make noises as he slowly made his way towards you. Bending down you picked the bear up and held out to Damian.

“Merry Christmas!” You weakly said

Damian stared at you with wide eyes and blinked as you passed the bear over to him.

“You got me a bear.”

“You don’t have a bear.”

He blinked and shook his head as he looked at the baby bear.

“I don’t.”

He smiled slightly as the bear made noises as it happily began playing with him. Damian than blinked and looked up at you suddenly confused.

“Where did you get a bear.”

You laughed slightly before sighing, “that is a very long story for a different time. A better question is what are you going to name him?”

Damian smiled slightly at your face, “I’m assuming you have some ideas.”

Flopping down next to Damian you shrugged, “A few. How do you feel about the name Napolean?”

Duke💛-

You were freezing, completely and totally cold. Rubbing your arms, you stared out as the boys began a snowball fight. You couldn’t participate, not after what happened last year. You could still feel the snowball hitting your face and then not being able to see out of your right eye for three weeks.

It was too cold for you to be outside, but you promise you would cheer the boys on. Looking to the side you notice Duke sitting out as well, Steph and Cass however seemed to be prepping themselves for the fight. Looks as if it wasn’t just the boys than. Breathing on your nearly ice-cold palms you walked over towards where Duke was standing.

Bumping him slightly you smiled, and he gave you a tight smile almost as if something was bothering him. You frowned and narrowed your eyes, looking over to the battle that was about to begin you noted Barbara far enough away to judge but not participate. Looking back to Duke you saw the frustrated expression on his face.

You bumped him again capturing his attention, “Come on glowstick, why don’t you tell me why you’ve got such a glum face before Dick *mother hen* Grayson notices and decides you two need another heart to heart.”

Duke blinks once than twice and nods. You both knew while Dick had the best intentions at heart, sometimes having him draw attention to you when you’re feeling shitty, even if it’s not purposeful, just makes you feel even worse.

“I feel so lame that I can’t play. Alfred and Bruce said it might be best if I just sit out this time. It’s my first Christmas here! I wanna participate!” Duke exclaimed, “it’s almost like they don’t think I can handle it!”

You laughed, feeling relieved that was the only thing bothering him. Patting Duke on the back your shrugged before admitting.

“My fault I’m afraid.”

Duke looked to you confused and you smiled as the fight began to break out with the teams dissolving almost instantly and it turned into an all-out war.

“What?”

“It’s my fault you can’t participate,” You shrugged and watched as a snowball hit Damian square in the face causing him to slam onto the ground, however the boy quickly jumped to his feet his face red and rage in his eyes, “last year I decided I was gonna join them despite Bruce and Alfred’s warnings. I got hit in the face, black out for two days and had a concussion. Let’s not forget the blackeye that lasted for like a month.”

He looked at you in shock and you smiled somewhat embarrassed. However, you had gotten used to people knowing. After all it was one of Jason and Damian’s favorite stories to tell about you.

“That was you?” Duke finally exclaims

“Guilty as charged.”

Duke relaxed a bit, the frustration and tension leaving his body. Suddenly a light appeared in his eyes, and he smiled an almost mischievous smile. He turned to your and you raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

“I have an idea. Wanna help me?’

You hesitated for a moment before thinking it through. it’s not as if you were doing anything. You shrugged and nodded.

“As long as it either involves humiliating the others or hot chocolate I’m in.”

Duke took you hand you suddenly you were off. Before you knew it the two of you were perched in some tree with two buckets. One filled with snowballs the other filled with slushy snow.

“What exactly are we doing again?” You asked in a whisper.

“Watch.” Duke remarked before picking up a snowball from the bucket.

He then promptly threw the snowball down and it whacked Jason in the back of the head. You stifled a snort as Jason whirled around pointing his snowball launcher at Steph.

“You are so gonna get it blondie!” Jason shouted as he chased after her shooting snowballs randomly.

You than leaned over and yanked a snowball from the bucket and aimed for Dick, who had his back to Tim. The snowball hit and snow slid down past his jacket. Both you and Duke had you fight off giggles as Dick shrieked and ran around getting pelted with snowballs by Cass and Damian.

This pattern continued, picking a target and unleashing the hidden snowball fury on them until you had none left. Of course, eventually they all; meaning everyone but Cass, figured out it was someone else by your last snowball. Gathered together at the base of the tree the two of you were in you. You covered your mouth as Duke picked up the other bucket and dumped the slushy snow over your adopted sibling’s heads.

Looking down you saw the shock on their faces, and you couldn’t hold your laughter back anymore. You cackled and hooted grabbing onto the tree branch beside you as giggles exploded from you. At your side Duke burst into laughter as well and the two of you twisted and writhed with glee in the tree.

With Duke by your side and laugher in your lungs you suddenly realized you weren’t so cold anymore.

Cass🖤- The curtain rose and the music swelled into the room you held your breath as you stared at the stage. It was your first time ever seeing one of these. You nearly squealed in excitement as the dancer came onto the stage swatting at Cass’s arm. She smiled slightly at you and the two of you returned your focus to the stage. It was a ballet after all, you couldn’t watch it by just listening. The dancers were fluid and graceful wowing you with their skills. It took everything in you not to elbow Cass after almost every move and whisper.

“Can you do that?”

While you personally thought that to be funny you knew better, after all she probably wouldn’t find it nearly as funny as you would.

The dancers leaped and spun on stage capturing your attention and your heart with the story they told. Though you hate to admit it, certain parts had you tearing up merely from the beauty of it all.

The music, the lights, the stage, the dancing- though you couldn’t dance yourself you absolutely loved ballet and any forms of dance. Watching these people do incredible feats that even you, an accomplished vigilante couldn’t do, astounded you.

As the performance came to an end your breath caught, you clearly remembered in that moment that the ending right before intermission had left you speechless but this- this... it was going to leave you breathless, and you knew it. You couldn’t help but look over at Cass and see her staring at the stage with nearly the same admiration you were feeling.

You had become one of the very few people who could read her. It took a while and a lot of talk about ballet, but eventually you were able to read her face. And staring at her now as she watched the performance you were glad you could.

Knowing you weren’t alone in your amazement and awe was comforting and being with her, being here happily was ... amazing. As the ballet came to an end and the performers came out on stage for a final bow, both you and Cass stood up to give them an ear-shattering applause.

Pressing your fingers to your lips you whistled before cheering loudly. Finally, the curtain fell, and all the lights came on in the room. You turned to Cass who smiled slightly at you.

‘Did you like it?’ She signed to you.

You nodded rapidly and looked around letting out a long sigh of joy.

“It was amazing! I loved it. It was gorgeous and damn it almost had me crying.”

Cass blinked a few times at your confession, and you grabbed her hand and began dragging her outside. Snow gently began to fall and arm in arm you exited the theatre heading back for the mansion.

“We should do this every year.” You declared, “make it a tradition.”

Cass hesitated for a moment before she asked,

‘With everyone?’

You scoffed and waved a hand before smiling brightly at her, “No, just you and me silly. It’ll be out special tradition.”

Cass smiled as well and both of you continued towards home, with snow falling down and a slight breeze, however neither of you could feel it.

Bruce🦇-

A squeal of delight escaped you as you dropped your book running towards the window. Snowing, it was fucking snowing.

Bruce gave you a strange look from his chair, he had never- never heard that noise come from you before. Clearing your throat, you looked out the window feeling your glee come over your again.

You turned towards Bruce, and he raised an eyebrow at you. Looking once back at the window you got an idea. Turning back around you marched towards Bruce and pointed out the window.

“We,” You declared firmly, “are going to build a snowman.”

Giving you a look of disbelief, he shook his head and looked back at the case file on his desk.

“No.”

“Bruce! It’s snowing, the first snow of the year, we have to make snow angels and snowmen. It’s tradition!”

“Not for me.” Bruce replied and you let out a huff.

Shaking your fists, you turned leaving him behind to go and pull on your winter clothes. You paused however before leaving the room.

“Fine you grinch! I’ll go and do it by myself.”

With that you stormed from the room to go and change. Pulling on more layers, your boots, coat and hat your hurried outside with Alfred calling after you to give you gloves and a scarf.

The snow was a powdery kind, but it was sticking together well enough to make a wonderful snowman. Squatting down on the ground you began to make a small ball that you could roll around to get your snowman’s base.

You rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled. Sweat was coming down the back of your neck only to meet snowflakes and create a watery stream down your back.

“Y/N?” You heard and looked up to see Bruce staring down at you from an open window.

Glaring at him you let out a huff and turned away to continue rolling the ball. Finally, forgetting that you saw Bruce- or should you say scrooge, you rested your snowman base in a place you deemed perfect. You than began on the middle.

It wasn’t long before you had the snowman assembled... well sort of assembled. He looked a little lumpy and parts of the top ball were falling off, but it didn’t matter... yes it did.

Let out a sigh you flopped on the ground and closed your eyes. At least you could still make snow angels. Moving your arms and legs furiously you felt snow go flying and heard a strangle thwacking sound.

Opening your eyes, you found Bruce standing over you with snow slipping off of him. You blinked a few times, and he held a hand out to you. You took his hand and he helped you to your feet.

“I thought,” He began, “I thought you could use some help.”

A smile broke out across your face, and you nodded before dragging him towards the snowman.

“That,” He began, “Is your snowman?”

You swatted at him, and he sighed. Smiling brightly, you began to drag him around, having him help you fix your snowman and make more. Before you finally pushed him into the snow and ordered him to make a snow angel. He had sighed but you swore you saw a slight smile on his face. Flopping down beside him you too decided to make another snow ange.

After all traditions were traditions

Alfred🥰-

The smell of cookies was fresh in the air, and you took in a deep breath. You loved it here at Wayne manor. It was so much better than a life on the streets, it always smelled nice, you had your own room, and you didn’t have to beg for food.

Not to mention you now had a family! A wonderfully great family with Bruce Wayne at its head... well truthfully Alfred was the head, but he let Bruce believe he was just to make him feel important.

Alfred was like the grandfather you never had. He talked to you gently, smiled whenever he saw you and always treated you as if you were important. Living on the streets, living in a place where you so easily faded into the background- being in a place like this now, with Alfred constantly here made you feel worth something. Even if it was very, very little.

Walking into the kitchen you noticed that Alfred and set up cookies and frosting for decorating. A squeal of delight escaped you and you skidded into the kitchen and around the counter, so you stood in front of the cookies.

“Ah, Miss Y/N.” You turned to see Alfred, who had magically appeared, “would you like to decorate cookies?”

You smiled brightly and nodded before pointing at him, “Only if you decorate them with me!”

Alfred blinked a few times before smiling and nodding. He walked over to you and stood by your side.

“Shall we get started than.”

You cheered and picked up a cookie before slathering it in icing. You weren’t the best at decorating, but you knew no matter what Alfred made it was delicious. Alfred hesitated before turning to you.

“Should we call the others Miss Y/N?”

You shook your head and pointed at Alfred than you the cookies.

“No! It’s just gonna be me and you. I wanna spend time with you Alfred.”

Alfred blinked smiling again before he gave you a curious look of amusement and sighed.

“And why is that?”

“Because you’re awesome duh. Now, let’s get started, hurry up!”

You heard Alfred chuckle as he settled down next to you and began to decorate cookies as well. With impressions of Bruce and other members of the batfam you began cracking jokes trying again to make Alfred laugh.

Before you knew it, all the cookies had been decorated and you had somehow nearly covered yourself in icing. Smiling brightly at Alfred you sighed at you, you relaxed. Alfred was family, and you loved him. You loved him because he was kind and he never, ever treated you like you were worthless.

“I love you Grandpa Alfred.” You said smiling up at him.

Alfred smiled sighing softly before he chuckled again and shook his head. You reached out to hug him and Alfred gave you a look

“I advise you go clean up Miss Y/N.”

You knew that meant that Alfred loved you as well, because he cared. you nodded however before you could leave Alfred kissed you on the forehead and gave you a warm smile.

“I love you as well Miss Y/N.”

Feeling giddy you hurried out of the room, waving goodbye to Alfred before moving towards the stairs to hurry and clean up. Who knows, maybe if you got clean fast enough you could spend more time with Alfred.

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