#oh no she betta don’t

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listen… this is a minstrelsy ass episode

#yes it’s oh no she betta don’t #dent watches roople

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Like Betta Fish Do Part 26

WC 1478, Masterpost CW: Canon typical violence, Aftermath of torture

“It’s Danny. They took Danny,” Babs murmured into the comms.

Dick’s heart skipped a beat.

“Basement or subfloor,” she continued, passing the information along to those of them who had been able to slip away in the chaos.

Dick burst out into the roof, still tugging up one of the hidden zippers on his uniform. He flung himself off the roof without hesitation. “I saw Danny twenty ago. They can’t have taken him far.”

“Twelve,” Cass chimed in.

Twelve was even better.

“Oh God, I just saw the timer,” Babs whispered. “We don’t have—”

“Hey, fish,” Jason’s voice came across the line.

Dick almost missed his grapple as he rushed lower to try and see any suspicious vehicles.

“Tim, city power—”

“Working on it,” Tim ground out, cutting Babs off in a way he normally wouldn’t.

“Forty-five seconds!”

“I can’t do it in that! I’m trying—”

A hitched breath. “I do. I'm sorry.”

Then screaming.

The lights flared and then cut out in one of the smaller office buildings crouched in Wayne Enterprises’ shadow.

Dick twisted and flew towards it. Another black shadow joined him in flight.

The comms were painfully quiet and then filled with a burst of chatter. Dick reached up and brushed his off as he landed on top of a cliché white van with a purposeful thump. Before the blue faced goon had even finished turning towards the noise he was unconscious.

Silently, efficiently, Cass and him worked through henchmen, dodging guns and tasers. That had to be how they took Danny. Dick remembered how the other froze up being shocked with his escrima sticks. Remembered how—

Now Danny had been electrocuted again.

Of all the ways for Danny to die…

Dick left Cass to finish off the room and stalked deeper into the basement. He didn’t try to be quiet. He wanted them to find him. He wanted them to try and stop him. They had killed Danny, the guy who had made Jason so happy, who stood up to Nightwing, who smiled and laughed and tried so hard to live!

Who made his little wing want to live.

Dick wanted them to try and stop him.

He slammed open another door. The room had barely any light from the squat narrow windows.

A chair was in the center of the room.

A body was in it.

Dick choked out a name. “Danny—”

And then Danny moved.

-

“Danny?!” The voice sounded small, choked off, but Danny knew it.

No, villains were involved, that meant it was the one with wings instead.

“Heeey Nightwing,” Danny said. He tried to raise his head to look at the other, but it just lolled back on his weak neck. He was left blinking up at the ceiling. All of him felt like jelly. “I have had… a shockingly bad night. Zero out of ten, would not recommend.”

Nightwing ran across the floor of the warehouse, footsteps loud in the flooded water. “Holy shit Danny, how are you alive?”

“Mmm been killed once by electricity before, ‘m immune now.”

“Yeah, no, Danfish” Nightwing said. His voice and hands both shook as he undid the ropes binding Danny’s wrists. “Pretty sure that’s not how that works.”

“Is too.”

“Is not.”

“Is with me,” Danny slurred. He tried, desperately, to stay sitting upright when the ropes around his chest were undone, but he was still in that jelly state and slumped forward into Nightwing who, thankfully, caught him. “Hey, think I’m gonna get a new set of Lichtenberg scars out of this?”

The arms around him tightened almost painfully before they relaxed. “Don’t know little fish. Guess we’ll have to see at the hospital.”

“No!” Danny tried to struggle against Nightwing as fear gripped him. “No hospitals.”

“Danny. You were just electrocuted— very publicly electrocuted, we have to get you checked out.”

Danny clung to Nightwing. “Nooo… they’ll know and they’ll want to cut me open and that can’t happen—”

“Danny, hey, it’s okay, we won’t let anyone do that to you,” Nightwing soothed. He held Danny’s face in between his hands, making Danny look at him. “We won’t let anyone else hurt you tonight. How about we call in a doctor we trust to the hospital. Is that okay?”

“They won’t tell?”

“Never. She’s always looked out for us, all of us. She’s patched us all up plenty, even Red Hood. Please? We’ll all worry otherwise and there will be more questions.”

Danny nodded, feebly, in the other’s grip. “Okay. Okay, I’ll go if she’s the one. Get the… the case, the ecto.”

He didn’t want anyone to worry about him. Fuck, had he scared them? He bet he had. He’d been a little scared himself. He didn’t want to be dead dead yet.

Things were just getting good.

“I have him,” Danny heard Nightwing say as the other man scooped him up. He pressed his ear to the chest, relaxing at the rumble of the words. “I have him and he’s alive.”

-

Two Face was saying something. Laughing at him, applauding him. Jason couldn’t hear it. He couldn’t hear anything but Danny’s screaming.

The TV was nothing but static.

Jason was aware, distantly, of the bomb being pulled off the hostages. Of Bruce having to hold back Damian from leaping at Two Face. Of the mayor pulling Bruce back from doing the same. Of another window shattering as Red Robin came through and the Bats descended on the henchmen scattered throughout the room.

Jason could still hear Danny screaming.

Screaming and static.

He lunged.

He was on Two Face before anyone could stop him. The man’s head hit the ground with a sickening thunk. Jason didn’t care. He started punching. He felt the delicate bone under that shocked yellow eye give under his fist. He swung again and again. Two Face clawed at Jason, but he didn’t stop— not until Bruce pulled Jason off the rogue and into his arms.

Jason curled into the hold like he was fourteen and small again. He clung to Bruce with cracked and bleeding knuckles and sobbed. He needed to stop, to pull himself together, to…

“…need to find him. Bruce, I need to find him!”

“Maybe we should let the others,” Bruce murmured. He ran a hand through Jason’s hair.

“No, I need to—” Oh. Bruce thought Danny had to be dead. He could be. He might be. But there was a chance that he wasn’t. And Jason’t couldn’t— “I need to.”

Bruce was silent before he sighed, softly. “Alright, Jaylad, let’s—”

The chatter in their comms that Jason hadn’t even been listening to. Hadn’t been able to listen to, went silent.

“Repeat?” It was Cass who asked, her voice small and demanding.

Barbara reached over and passed him her phone, using it as a cover for what they heard next.

“I have Danny,” Dick said. “I have Danny and he’s alive.”

“Damian, stay with Barbara,” Bruce ordered, already running.

Bruce and Jason took off through the aftermath of the hostage situation, dodging the crowd and downed goons, police and reporters.

“Nightwing,” Bruce urged into the comms.

“He’s alive and conscious but very out of it,” Dick said and continued before there could be any more questions. “Agent A, we need the doctor at the hospital. Call her and then head there yourself. You need to bring a case from inside the Cave. It’s in with the old training equipment, behind the dummies. The case is metal with a green ghost drawn on top.”

The ectoshots. Dick had remembered the ectoshots.

“Right away,” Alfred’s cool tone came across the comms.

“Nightwing,” Bruce said again.

“Not now. Just… fuck, B, he’s alive,” Dick said. Jason could hear the near heartbreak in his brother’s voice. The growing sound of ambulance sirens couldn’t cover it. “Just get here. The Jasper building.”

Jason’s slick dress shoes skidded on the damp concrete as they made it out the back door of the building. The flashing lights were already visible. The fog drenched buildings seemed to glow with them. Danny was so close and they still had failed him.

A police officer stepped forward to stop them as they came around a corner. Bruce intercepted the bracing arm and pushed it back; it gave Jason enough room to rush past and towards the ambulance. Paramedics and police were crowded around it. Nightwing was standing guard.

Jason shoved past them all.

Danny.

He slid to his knees and clutched at Danny where the other was sat on the back of the ambulance.

“Danny.”

“Hey, dead boy. I guess… I guess you get to keep your nickname still. Not mine yet,” Danny rasped behind the oxygen mask.

Jason choked out a laugh against his will. He buried face against Danny’s neck and squeezed the other tighter. He didn’t manage to hold back his tears. “Yeah, guess I do, fish.”

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AN: *jazz hands* See! It's going to be fiiiiiiiiiiine.

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#dp x dc #dead on main #like betta fish do

[haechvn]

Dating Shuri Udaku Headcanons

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Fluff, Toxic!Shuri, Angst and Smut since yall nasty asf

Summary/Request: I got so many requests for an update so here it is!

Word Count: 1k words

Author’s Note: I decided to make her mean since you hoes wanna be treated like shit or whatever. I'm getting back into my groove with this one for sure. 18+ MDNI fr or imma beat yall ass. NEED MORE SHURI GIFS WTH

Taglist: @inmyheadimobsessed @theblacksuccubus @melodykisses @blackhottie25 @tonakings @coalmistyy @szalipcombo @prettyluhlaiiii @yelenabelovasgf @callmeoncette @clqrosmgc @theblacksuccubus @cherios @shuris-whore @nut4shuri @gaspyghosttt @elliesdinosauar @idkhersposts @ziayamikaelson @trinthebean @sleepingnova @yunhofingers

Credits: @anitalenia for the super cute dividers get into itttt

Fluff 

Cooks breakfast for you every morning after the two of you have sweet and reckless nights together 

Loves getting the two of you matching sets of grillz. Gold, silver, diamond studded. It doesn't matter

Brings you alongside her for all of her council meetings as she truly values your opinion and wants you to be involved and know your role in leading the nation with her

Has a throne for you next to hers 

Trains you with the Dora because she doesn’t want what happened last time with Namor to ever repeat itself

Buys you whatever you want right off each and every runway during all the major Fashion Week shows

Always get the biggest section when y’all got out and you betta be shaking that ass cause she gon be throwing them bills babyyyy

The amount of decorated hotel rooms you get from her is ridiculoussss. She’ll decorate a whole hotel for you just because she loved seeing your smile in the morning.

Always has her hand in yours no matter what the two of you are doing. Even hold your hand while you two brush your teeth

Never breaks eye contact with you while the two of you are speaking

Has more that 100 nicknames for you

Toxic/Angsty 

Purposely starts arguments with you because it turns her on to see you riled up and she can’t stop thinking about you putting her back in her place

Used a bit too much of her strength on you during training and you had to stay in the hospital for a few nights. She locked herself in her room and couldn’t even stand to look at you when you were released. 

Sometimes she lacks empathy because she believes she’s gone through the worse shit. She definitely gaslights you sometimes and walks away if you complain to her about having family issues

“Wow. It’s so sad you argue with your mom everyday. Where’s mine? Oh yea right. I’m done listening”

Tries to deny that she felt anything for RiRi but will constantly talk about how beautiful she is just to get you jealous. You end up beating her ass bc wtf

One of those lesbians that doesn't like when you talk to other women bc why the fuck would you?

Will look you dead in the eyes and tell you that you aren’t more important than her work and you should just leave her alone and spend the money she gives you. She sent 2 mil to your account while you stormed out of the lab

She’ll deny you sex because she didn’t like the way you spoke to the Dora earlier that morning. You said hi 

She sometimes embarrassed by the lack of strength you have. Like tighten up tf

“Can you stop touching me? Even the Dora don’t smother me this much.”

Hates when you constantly run your hands through her hair like she didn’t just get it done

Kisses her teeth when you try to shake your ass and it doesn’t move the way she want it too

“Try harder maybe? Ugh just stop actually. You look cringe doing that” LIKE WHERE'S YOUR ASS MA'AM????

Smut

Shuri likes when you eat her pussy with her panther suit on. Yes. That part is cut out 

She has different grillz for eating your pussy and then ones for eating you ass— SHE A BOTTOMFEEDAAAA

Shuri loves pressing her kimoyo beads against your clit and sending intense vibrations there. Rose toy who???

She eats your pussy at night sometimes because if you look hard enough while she’s making your head spin, her inner bottom lip glows softly with her vibranium tattoo, being the only source of light in the room

LOVES WHEN YOU DRILL HER SHIT TO THE POINT THAT SHE CANT BREATHE AND TRIES TO GRASP AROUND BUT SHE CANT BC THE VIBRANIUM CUFFS TOO STRONG EVEN FOR HER SO SHE HAS TO BEG YOU TO RELEASE HER EVEN THOUGH SHE KNOWS YOU WON’T AHHH

Can literally eat you out for hours and against your (consented) will, she definitely does

RIDES YOU IN THE NASTIEST SLOPPIEST WAY LIKE SHE LOVES SEEING YALL CREAM MIX AND IS OBSESSED WITH HOW STICKY SHE IS AND HOW MUCH STICKIER YOU ARE UGH SHE PRESSES HER LIPS AGAINST YOUR AS IF SHE CAN GO INSIDE YOU BYEEEEEEE

SHE AINT NO FAKE GAY NO MA’AM

Wakes you up most mornings with her lips sucking and teasing your breast bc babe she can’t get enough

BOTTOM!SHURI LOVES WHEN YOU SIT ON THE THRONE AND SHE TRIES TO MAKE HERSELF CUM OVER AND OVER RIDING YOUR THIGH WHILE YOU SIT ON HER THRONE OH WOW

SHE WHINES SO MUCH AND IS NOT QUIET AT ALL. Constantly getting complaints from everyone in the palace

Likes getting her ass devoured. SORRY NOT SORRY 

Kissing you alone get her wetter than river Niger omgggg (I’m African and this how we say it PLS)

Constantly talking you through EVERYTHING she does to you

“You take my fingers so well”

“Hmm, you know I love when you squeeze around me like that. Fuck, do that again.” (THE WAY SHE ROLLS HER R’S UGHHH)

“Please, I can’t take it. I-I… Fuck you feel so good. Don’t stop fucking me, put me in my place”

Never breaks eye contact with you when she’s drilling the shit out of you 

LOVES WHEN YOU FUCK HER FACE WITH ALL THE STRAPS SHES MADE IN THE LAB

Literally she’ll be in the lab with her goggles on with all her tools scattered all of the table and gets wet picturing you standing over her and using her mouth like a toy OMG

Loves when you tie her up with pink and purple ribbons and stuff her mouth with your panties BYE

LIKES BEING BLINDFOLDED AND WEARING FLUFFY EARMUFFS SO YOU CAN DO ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING TO HER AND GIVING YOU FULL CONTROL

WHITE FLUFFY EARMUFFS WITH PINK RIBBONS AND HER CURLY HAIR SHAKING AROUND EVERY TIME SHE MOVES

#shuri is a eater #shuri is a munch #shuri is a real gay not like you fake bitches #shuri x reader #shuri smut #shuri fanfiction #shuri imagine #toxic!shuri #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x f!reader #black panther x reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri angst #shuri fluff #toxic!shuri x reader #princess shuri smut #shuri black panther #black panther imagine #black panther smut #marvel smut #princess shuri #shuri udaku #shuri x y/n #black panther angst #mcu imagine

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-> 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝗑 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!

-> 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝗂 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋😭

Jason Todd and ex girlfriend, Artemis Grace, spotted outside a club together just hours ago! May this old flame be finding its spark again? (8/20/2022 3:14 AM PT)

For months now, people have been buzzing after Gotham elite Jason Todd and singer Y/N Y/LN hinted at being in a relationship. Ever since this past March when they were initially spotted together, fans have done nothing short of obsessing over the two.

Artemis Grace, former girlfriend of Jason, had gotten into some hot water recently when insiders claimed that the singer had something to do with leaking Y/N’s unreleased track, Fantasize.

As mentioned in former articles, TMZ investigators came to the conclusion that Artemis was involved in publishing the song as a way of “getting her lick back”. Time logs show that the dubbed “rival” singer entered the same studio as Y/N not too long after she left for the night.

Many people online have been more than vocal about their love for the song, despite the fact that it was released without the artist’s consent.

While Artemis has yet issue a statement regarding the accusations, she seems to have plenty of time to be out partying with her ex.

Fast forward to last night, when just hours ago, Jason and Artemis were seen leaving a nightclub together and looking very close for comfort. Onlookers were not only shocked, but absolutely gagged when they saw the two hugging each other goodbye.

With their late night rendezvous breaking headlines, some fans are starting to question if Jason may have also played a part in helping Artemis, or if they ever really broke up at all!

The exes, who were romantically involved for almost two years, have a long history of being toxic towards each other. Their on-again-off-again relationship was notorious for its dysfunctionality, making it hard to keep up most of the time.

It wasn't until late last year when both Jason and Artemis officially called it quits by posting an announcement on their respective Instagram accounts (although many were skeptical to believe it).

Despite the initial shock of the situation, it begs the question: Where does Y/N stand in all of this?

Fans of the singer songwriter were quick to come to her support, majority of whom expressing their clear disappointment in Jason.

“I was really betting on these two,” says Twitter user @y/n’scoochiehairs. “I feel like a child of divorce…”. The fan account, while only just a few months old, grew exponentially due to their constant posts about the alleged couple.

Many sentiments like this have been circulating the internet once the pictures from last night began to surface. Y/N is notorious for putting her emotions into her songs, so at least we know she’ll be releasing new music soon, right?

— replies —

user1: oh she really aint playing...

user2: COOK HIM GOOD SIS!!

user3: girl this is a whole bar put this energy into a song or sumn😭

user4: sooo what im hearing is that ur single🤔

⤷ user5: ntm on my wife now..

user6: this next album bouta be BIBLICAL

user7: genuinely hope youre doing okay🥺🫶

user8: ily queen🩷

people you may know!

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@artemisofmighdall: last night was a dream✨

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user1: first you mess with her music then you mess with her man.. if bold was a person…

user2: the hell is she smiling so damn big for?? ain’t shit funny😐

user3: girl you betta PRAY i don’t catch you in these streets…

user4: “last night was a dream” yeah and you in for a rude awakening cuz wth💀

user5: these comments killing me😭

user6: you already going to hell for being a ginger now you just making it worse for yourself🤦‍♀️

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end notes: is jason involved or is he just being framed👀 lmk what you think!!

#this isnt even remotely sad but i started crying in the middle of writing this bcs i was listening to sza🚶🏿‍♂️ #also just to be clear i do NOT think gingers are going to hell #it’s just a little jokey joke #ﾉ彡☆ [read all about it] — my writing #jason todd smau #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfic #jason todd fanfiction #dc fanfic #dc fanfiction #smau #dc smau #jason todd blurb #jason todd headcanon #jason todd x black!reader #black!reader #black!fem!reader #black!y/n #singer!reader #famous!reader #famous au #fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood fanfic #red hood fanfiction #red hood x y/n #jason todd x y/n

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Request: heyyyyy can we get a short lil page or story of Janelle’s pregnancy cravings pls🤍🤍🤍

4 a.m cravings

thank you @romansnumberonegirl for requesting this 🫶🏽

for the sake of this story Publix opens at 5 am (unrealistic, i know lol)

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There should be no way in hell Josh was standing outside a Publix waiting for them to open. He should be at home in his bed asleep, cuddling with his fiance. His pregnant fiance who had damn near forced him out of his warm bed because she wanted chocolate chip cookies. But she didn’t want the ones they already had, nope. The ones they had in the house already weren’t good enough. She wanted - no needed  Nestle Toll House  at 4 in the morning.

“Josh, “ Janelle whispered, poking his cheek.  “Joshua” She said again, louder. He slapped her hand away from his face and rolled so his back was facing her.  She giggled and started poking him in his back until he turned back around. 

“Janelle” He groaned, his eyes still closed. “Whatchu’ want?” 

“Cookies.” He snorted and pushed her hand away from his face, when she started to poke him again. 

“So go get em’.” 

“We only have pillsbury, they make me nauseous.” He cracked open one eye to look at her. She was sitting up with her back against the headboard. “Don’t you love me?” He sucked his teeth and sat up too. 

“You know I love you Nell.” He sighed and reached for his phone. ‘Girl it’s four a.m take ya ass back to sleep.” 

“So you don’t love me.” She pouted and he groaned loudly before throwing the covers off of him and getting dressed. 

And that’s how he wound up at Publix waiting for it to open because of his pregnant fiance and her pretty ass face. She knew what her pouting did to him. 

“Lemme guess, pregnant wife and her cravings.” One of the workers asked as they unlocked the doors and Josh nodded. He had just grabbed the cookies when his phone rang in his pocket. 

“Sup Nelle.” 

“Hi baby.” She cooed and he rolled his eyes. “Can you grab some more stuff while you there?” 

Josh sucked his teeth but listened as she rattled off what she needed.  “Grapes and sour patch kids OH! and pickles and peanut butter and can you get some chocolate covered pretzels..” When she was done he quickly hung up before she could add anything else.

Janelle was already waiting for him when he came into the house. She clapped her hands happily as he set the grocery bags on the counter in front of her. “You’re the best baby daddy ever.” She said smirking because she knew how much he hated being called that. 

“Aye, quit playin’ with me ‘for I take all this shit back.” She rolled her eyes at his attitude. 

“Love you too baby.” 

“Yeah you betta.” He rolled his eyes. “And don’t eat all the damn cookies. I want some now.” 

“Nope,” She said, smacking his hands when he tried to eat the cookie dough. “Shoulda bought two packs.” 

aah! this was so much fun to write lol. I hope you enjoy 🫶🏽❤️

#wwe #jey uso #jey uso imagine #main event jey uso #jey uso x black reader #whatdoeseverybodywant writes #jey uso smut #jey uso x reader #wwe x black reader #jey uso fluff #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso x fem reader #jey uso x y/n #jey uso x oc #jey uso x you #wwe x fem reader #fic request

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It’s ironic how Vivzepop can post about her Broadway trips and brag about how she got so many celebrities to voice act her characters like mmm I wonder where that money coming from oh yeah! YOU TAKING EVERYONE MONEY AND NOT GIVING THEM THEIR PLAYBILLS

like people spend a bunch of money to get those and still haven’t got them hazbin hotel is over Vivzepop where is the damn playbills I wouldn’t be surprised they don’t exist and viv lie to her fandom to get Money out of them sooner or later her fans are going to ask for a refund and it won’t be pretty

@toastyghostcriticalblog

Freakin viv flexin the playbills from goin to broadway and crap. "Forgettin" to put any update status on the playbills, if its gonna arrive or not.

If she scrapped it(or what you said didnt existed) and called it a day...UMM yeahh, Viv gonna get

SOO MUCH TROUBLE...💀💀💀

Not only that, cuz she can't zip her darn mouth for spoiling the show... like gurl, i get it that youre hella excited and all BUT STILL!! Also SHE BETTA REFUND IT AS WELL...

( P.S. I feel seriously bad/upset for you all that you didnt get the playbills.../srs ) it's hella ridiculous...

#it hella sucks #anti vivziepop fandom #vivzepop critical #vivziepop criticism #sorry if i feel pissed and serious rn #seriously who thought it's good idea to separate Hazbin Hotel playbills and the ultimate goodies #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #anti vivziepop

[wandabear]

ANOTHER WORD - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER  

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 

Summary: A request based on the song ‘Amigos no’ by Yuridia. Teacher Wanda, Ms. Maximoff here, yes. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 

As you know me, Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane.

PART I

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Without looking back, Y/N walked towards the car and invited Betta to get in. She drove away from that bar, wondering if that was a good decision. It was, wasn't it? Had she turned down Wanda?

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 

“Did my plan work?” The blonde next to her looked at her with some mischief.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 

Y/N laughed and kept her gaze straight ahead.  “To perfection.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 

“I knew it.” Betta smiled.  “I told you this game would work. If we walked out of that bar, she was going to come running to you in the blink of an eye.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 

Y/N nodded. “Where am I taking you?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 

“Oh, I live in Brooklyn. If you don’t mind, of course.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 

The way home was nice, both chatted a little more knowing more about the other. Y/N told her that she worked as a teacher at Westview High School, while Betta told her about her job as well. They laughed, seemed to like each other very well but they knew perfectly well that something was missing and it wasn't their fault.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 

“Hey, look... Umh... You're cute and beautiful. Hot as fuck, but...” Y/N started when she parked in front of the blonde’s building. But before she continued, Betta just placed a  hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 

“I'm in love with someone else.” Betta said first, with an adorable look. “And unfortunately, even though I think you're very cute and caring and adorable… and sex would be amazing, you're just not for me. Nor am I for you. And I don't think mindless sex is going to fix that.”

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“Oh no. You just broke my heart just like that?!” Y/N teased, bringing her hand to her chest and they both giggled.  “But it was very nice to meet you, Betta. Thank you.”

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“Same. It was very nice meeting you.” The blonde one kissed Y/N’s lips softly like a goodbye, and was about to get out of the car when she turned to see Y/N one more time, and added: “You can tell she likes you, the brunette one. If you have a chance, go for it.”

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Taking a deep breath, Y/N turned her gaze to look ahead. That was too complicated, Wanda was too complicated.

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“Yeah…” Y/N sighed and nodded slowly. “I'll see what to do with that.”

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The days passed and September was gone quickly, bringing with it one of the most important events of the school year: Homecoming.

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Unlike other days, today she decided to wear some nice sunglasses and a leather jacket instead of her typical messy bun and plaid shirt. Totally sick of this whole 'sad widow' stage, licking your wounds from being rejected.

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Y/N walked down the corridor of that school while watching the kids come and go, chat and put stuff in their lockers. She entered the teachers' room, where there were only three of them waiting for the new meeting before starting classes.

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“Look who decided to join us.” Jules joked as she finished making some delicious coffee.

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“I'm five minutes early.” Y/N took off her glasses and smiled proudly, leaving a quick kiss on her friends cheek. She put down her bag and greeted Monica Rambeau.

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“Yes, you are! Damn girl, this year is going to be wild. Mhm.” Monica laughed and kept writing some things on her notebook. Monica was the P.E teacher.

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Her friend came over with a steaming cup of coffee and set it down in front of her. “For you to start the day right, sweets.”

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Jules always made some coffee and brought some donuts or sandwiches so that the teachers who had not been able to eat breakfast, could have it there. At least two or three days a week.

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At that moment the door opened, allowing a hasty Wanda Maximoff to walk in, struggling to hold her jacket with one arm and her purse with the other.

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“I'm sorry, I think someone parked in my spot and-” Wanda babbled as soon as Y/N looked up, they both met.  “I-I think I'm almost late.”

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Y/N was there. How long has it been since she saw her? Since that night in the bar, where she saw her leaving with a blonde but, never stopped thinking about her.

The brunette swallowed, finally sitting nex to them without taking her eyes off Y/N.  “Hi.”

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“Hi.” Y/N greeted somewhat shyly and lowered her gaze to look some cat reels, trying to escape.

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“You still have time, Wands. Sit down, it's my turn for coffee today.” Jules smiled, soon some more teachers arrived. “Strange is not coming, he’s on a meeting with the Superintendent Fury but Maria is coming.”

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Wanda sighed with relief and dropped into the chair. “Thank you.”

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About two or three minutes passed until Maria Hill came into the staff room. They spent perhaps twenty minutes trying to agree on some issues, until one of the most important came up.

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“So, about Homecoming, we should talk about the-” Monica started, but Maria shook her head.

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“About that…” Vice Principal Hill cleared her throat. “I think we will have to postpone that, we have not received the money for that and maybe if we manage to do some raffle, we can do it before November. We can do the pep-rally and-”

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“Wait, but...” Wanda frowned in concern. “We can't do that, the Homecoming dance is something that the kids love. It is important for them.”

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“It is, Wanda.” Maria pursed her lips and closed her notebook. “But there's not much we can do. We had to pay for the second floor bathroom plumbing, because they said they couldn't give those funds to us.”

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“I know but... Homecoming was important to us in the past, right? We cannot deny that to these children.” The sokovian tried again. Homecoming was important to her, what if the other kids didn't live that and lost something important in their lives?

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“What if…” Y/N offered breaking the silence, now all eyes were on her. “What if we help each other a little? I mean, maybe we can do something. We can do a raffle, yeah. Besides some school fair or something like that…”

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“I know someone who can help us with the fair, plus I can bring food.” Wanda smiled and nodded. “I volunteer to be a chaperone even.”

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Jules raised her hand excitedly.  “Me too, I don't want the kids to be disappointed. I’ll help too.”

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Maria smiled kindly and watched them for a moment, everything depended on this. “Are you sure you wanna do this? I'm all in, but we will not receive the aid until the end of October. It's our own money and I know the paycheck is not big.”

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“Wanda thinks it's important to them.” Y/N said looking at the brunette, who smiled gratefully. Oh, she would do anything to see her smile. “I vote yes.”

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“Voting yes too.” Monica said as did the others teachers.

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Wanda kept her gaze on Y/N who only responded with a friendly smile. She would never forget this.

The raven-haired woman walked slowly down the corridor of the school, smiling and holding hands with some of the little ones as they walked towards the auditorium. They were little first graders.

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Elementary didn’t have an auditorium so this time, they must use the one in the High School.

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“Come on, guys. We will go to the auditorium so remember, hold hands. Always.”

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At that time, Natasha Romanoff entered the school to look for her best friend and to be honest, she had no idea where to find Wanda but seeing Jules in the hallway was maybe a pleasant surprise.

The redhead even smiled when she saw the small group of kids dressed as tiny bees.

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“Hey.” Nat said walking over to Jules, who's eyes widened at the sight of her. That was not even expected.

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“Hey, what are you doing here?” The woman couldn't help but stammer when she saw Natasha there, that gorgeous red hair in a beautiful braid. Oh, she looked so good.

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“I came to give something to Wanda but I wanted to talk to you too, can we…? Maybe later?” Nat watched the little ones out of the corner of her eye, this was not a good time, of course.

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“Later... yes, right now is... It's just that-” Jules glanced at the little ones who were looking at them curiously, smiling even. “Okay, come with me, just help me and don't say anything.”

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“But I was going to-” Natasha tried to say but Jules turned to look at the children.

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“Kids… this is Ms. Romanoff, she's my friend and she's going to join us right now, going to help us. Say hello to her!” Jules smiled widely.

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All the kids said 'Hello, Ms. Romanoff' at the same time in a very cute way.

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Natasha giggled and couldn't help but feel some tenderness. “Hey, guys.”

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“Come on, we’re going late!”

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“Where?”

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“A little play for parents, I don't have time to explain, help me.”

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They helped the little ones to get to the auditorium and enter to the backstage. First came Peggy Carter's little ones, so they were ready to go.

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“Jules, I should go and-” Now the presenter was the one who interrupted her. The redhead looked around her not knowing what the hell she was doing there.

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“Okay, now remember, the most important thing here is: promise that you all going to have fun. Yeah?” Jules encouraged the kids who just yelled 'yeah' and laughed.

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And despite the fact that for a moment Natasha felt an enormous desire to run away, that feeling didn't reach the enormous tenderness that she felt when she saw her ex-girlfriend like that. In a very motherly and adorable way.

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“Okay, Nat, help the bees get on stage while I put them on stage.” Jules took the hand of one of the little girls and walked up to the stage.

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“But-”

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“You wanna talk?” Jules looked at her and whispered under her breath:  “Help. The. Bees.”

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Natasha narrowed her eyes and sighed as she helped each of the little ones up the steps and onto the stage. The music began to play and those little ones sang a beautiful song, dancing a very cute dance.

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“I thought you taught them History.” Natasha frowned, watching as one of the little ones stumbled but the others helped him up.

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“Yeah, there, to those wild animals on High School.” Jules pointed to some of the kids sitting in the stands, looking at the kids play.  “I accepted this one as a substitute to have a little more money, few months ago. Had to pay rent.”

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“Oh.” Nat nodded slowly.  “You like it? I mean… seems you like it.”

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“Maybe... maybe I'll stay. I don’t know yet, it’s… different.”

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“I see… Look, I was wondering if… if you wanted to have a drink after this.” Natasha whispered trying to look casual, asking her out knowing that it could go really bad after hurting her.

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“No. Thank you. You can go away now.” Jules responded quickly and didn't even look at her, just smiled at her little ones who were waving at her from the stage.

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“I can't go...there are a lot of people around and they will look at me.” Nat looked around, the place was full of parents. Getting to that place was easy but leaving? She would have to fight endless numbers of parents who wanted to record the performances of their little ones.

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“Then stay and shut up, I want to see my kids.” The brunette watched her out of the corner of her eye, and then she looked at her little ones, who were smiling as they went up on stage in their little bee costumes.  “You’re doing it amazing, Jessica! Just don’t…” Jules just whispered, moving her lips enough for the little girl to understand: “Not the baby shark song! Just the one I showed you!”

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“Catchy song, huh?” Natasha just smiled and pursed her lips, trying not to laugh. Maybe the idea of spending her life with just one person wasn't so bad. If that person was her.

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Once the little ones finished singing, they made a little bow, winning over the audience. Of course after that Jules had to do it too.

Natasha's green eyes shone tenderly, seeing the scene, feeling a warmth that she had not felt before.

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“So, I was asking about… dinning tomorrow. You and me." Natasha asked once the brunette came back and they both helped the little ones get off the stage. Jules looked at her in surprise, perhaps a little blushed.

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“Actually I can't, we have 'Homecoming' and we have to take care of them.” The ravenhaired woman wrinkled her nose. “You know. Chapperoning.”

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“Oh.” Natasha nodded. “If you want I- I can stay to help you, to help you ALL. Chapperoning and that.” The redhead smiled as they both walked towards the halls of the school. “You know… Controlling hormone-ridden teens.”

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“Maybe.” Jules nodded slowly, maybe it wasn't bad. Natasha dumped her, but she also seemed to regret having done it. Maybe giving her a chance wouldn't hurt.  

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“Okay, I'll go find Wanda and well… Umh, I'll see you tomorrow.”

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We are young, heartache to heartache, we stand. No promises, no demands. Love is a battlefield.

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The school gym was packed with teenagers chatting and eating some snacks. Some were encouraged to dance, others stayed in their seats at the tables.

It was a good moment, Y/N smiled and looked around. He waved to Jules who was on the other side of the gym, watching some two who were dancing too close.

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Kate was the DJ’ that night, she seemed quite entertained playing the console when Y/N approached.

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“These kids don't know Pat Benatar, Kate.” Y/N teased leaning in to see her. “Put them something that makes them dance.”

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The archer gave her the okay with her hand and put her headphones back on, while Y/N walked around the place, checking that everything was fine.

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Y/N wore a striped shirt and black pants, accompanied by a black blazer that made her look perfectly semi-formal. The hair was loose, she was looking good.

Sure, she got some jokes from her friends like 'the CEO party is somewhere else' and stuff like that. But she was comfy, it felt good.

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“Hey, America. All good?” Y/N greeted America Chavez, who was chatting pleasantly with Peter Parker and Kamala Khan.

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“Hey, Ms. Y/L/N.” America smiled widely. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Lookin’ good!” Kamala added.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ "Sharp, Ms. Y/LN!" Peter raised his thumb.

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“Thanks! You guys lookin’ amazing too.” Y/N kept walking and left the gym for a moment to get some air. She walked the halls of the school to make sure everything was okay and no student was sneaking out.

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Y/N walked down the corridor of the East wing when a knock in one of the classrooms made Y/N turn on her heels. So ready to scold those wild beasts.

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“Okay, I told you guys that this place was out of limits. Now go to-” Y/N was about to enter the classroom when she collided with the person who was there. She stepped back in surprise, not expecting to see her there.

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“Sorry, it's just me, I came to see if everything was okay and a broom fell off.” Wanda apologized between giggles as she picked up the broom.

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Taking Y/N's breath away, Wanda was wearing a scarlet, sleeveless shirt. She also wore black pants and her loose brown hair.

She looked so beautiful that Y/N could barely stammer out a few words.

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“I thought it was some- of the students doing stuff… you know.” Y/N stammered nervously and then laughed, so embarrassed.

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“You look…” Wanda looked her up and down, completely stunned.  “Wow.”

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“I guess that means I look good. Kate said that I looked like some CEO from a lesbian TV show.” Y/N giggled. “I can say the same about you... I mean, the 'wow' part, you look beautiful, stunning.”

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We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong. Searching our hearts for so long… both of us knowing love is a battlefield.

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“Thank you.” Wanda sighed.

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“You okay? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked as they both left that classroom and walked down the hall. 

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“I just came to check the halls. One of the girls had to come to the bathroom urgently because she tore her dress, and I decided to help.”

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“Good, that’s good.” She was so nervous, she prayed to heaven that Wanda didn't notice.

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“And you?”

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“Oh… I decided to escape for a bit and check out the classrooms. Jules, Nat and Kate are watching the kids so it's all good.”

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They both went down some stairs and checked that the lab and the art room were empty as well. Schools used to be kind of creepy at night but this time it didn't look so bad.

The tension was increasing more and more until 'Wild Horses' by The Sundays could be heard in the distance.

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“No way…” Y/N smiled widely. “Do you remember that song?”

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“That played at our Homecoming, didn't it?” Wanda said, stopping for a moment. It had been so long since she heard that song, that made her smile.

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“Yeah.” Y/N nodded. “Wow, haven't listened to it in a while.”

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“I was thinking the same…” The brunette bit her lower lip, trying to gain courage. “Wanna dance?”

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“Me?”

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“No, to the ghost behind you, silly. Of course you!” Wanda giggled.

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Surprised by her request, Y/N thought for a moment and then nodded. She came closer to clumsily hug her waist, feeling so excited and nervous that she didn't know how to do it. Anyone would be surprised to learn that those two had sex multiple times.

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“I really like this song.” Wanda whispered, closing her eyes when she rested her head on Y/N's chest, letting herself be carried away by that slow dance and the song. Y/N smiled tenderly, the scent of her perfume was lovely.   ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Y/N… Do you remember our homecoming?”

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“Yep.” Y/N nodded slowly, remembering that moment. “Bobbi Morse asked me.”

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“Oh, the tall blonde one? Why did you say no?” Wanda asked curiously, frowning, but then she understood. It wasn't so hard to understand.  “Oh.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ 'She was into you, Wanda.' She thought.

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Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yep. I almost asked you but... you were in love with Vision.”

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Wanda smiled sadly while they danced slowly. “And you were in love with me.”

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“Yeah, kinda.” The tallest woman shrugged, trying to hide her jealousy at that memory. “Bobbi was hot tho.”

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Wanda giggled and looked down, embarrassed. “It’s funny.”

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“What's funny?” Y/N looked down to see her.

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“This time I'm in love with you and you like someone else. That blonde from the bar.” Wanda felt a bit embarrassed. She had no right to play the hurt and jealous one but that's how she felt.

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For a long time she noticed how Y/N didn't stop ignoring and avoiding her, and every day that passed she realized how stupid she was for rejecting her. To ignore how amazing Y/N had been since the first day they'd met. She felt so dumb.

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“Oh.” Y/N nodded surprised, that was a hell of a revelation.  “You mean Betta.”

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“Ha.” Wanda snorted, so jealous. “She has a fish name.”

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“She’s cute, and kinda gorgeous, yep.” Y/N tried to not smile and not showing how much she liked to see how jealous Wanda was, she just decided to play along. “But I just took her home that night. That's it, nothing happened.”

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Just like that, hope was reborn inside. Wanda's huge green eyes sparkled. “Really?”

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Wanda looked up, curious. Now they were both staring at each other, those green eyes colliding at hers. “We talked for a while, she was in love with someone else and so was I.” Y/N wrinkled her nose, trying to pretend it wasn't a big deal.

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“Is that so?” A smile formed on Wanda's lips and thanks to that, Y/N realized that her heart continued to belong to Wanda. The sokovian brought her hands to cradle Y/N's face gently, those lips invited her to unite once more.

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“We can't keep doing this, Wanda.” Y/N whispered.

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“Why not?” She looked at those  lips and then back at Y/N’s eyes.  “I am admitting, finally, in front of you, that I am in love with you.”

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Y/N took a deep breath. “I can't take more lies and false hopes. Is killing me. I can't take it anymore.”

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Wanda shook her head desperately. “I'll do it in front of everyone if it will make you trust me. I don't care, I love you.”

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Y/N just stood in front of her, trying to give her a chance to listen to her.

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“I was afraid, didn't know what to do.” The brunette sighed. “I haven't been in another relationship since I broke up with Vision, and he was my first boyfriend.”

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“I know that.”

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“I didn't want to lose you either, you are... you are one of the people who has supported me the most all these years.” Wanda spoke from the bottom of her heart, being honest with Y/N and with herself.  “You’re my friend, yes, and I need my friend back... but also the person I want by my side.”

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“I don’t understand.” Y/N frowned, not understanding too much where she was going.

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“I don't think calling you 'friend' to be a bad thing, but I want my friend to be something else too.” Wanda smiled, knowing that she had finally understood what she wanted in her life. "I'm in love with you... So be my best friend, be my girlfriend. Be my everything."

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"Wands..."

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“I love you so much, detka.” She caressed Y/N’s cheek devotedly, as if it were the most precious thing in her life. “All this time without you was so hard.”

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“I am ready. I am not scared anymore.” Wanda took a breath before saying the most sincere and real words of her life again: “I love you.”

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Y/N smiled widely. Was she really she willing to bet her heart again? Well, there was no doubt.  “I love you, Wands.”

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Without further ado, the brunette shortened the distance between their lips and both joined in a delicious and long-awaited kiss.

Despite being surprised by that, Y/N ended up hugging her and drawing her into a deeper kiss.

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In the background, that song once again made the moment more special between the two but in a very different way. They both smiled when they separated for a second, but Wanda didn't let Y/N get away. They both kept kissing, hiding for a moment the lonely Lab, devouring each other completely.

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“We can't do this here, we must go back.” Y/N laughed between kisses. “We're supposed to take care that they don't do this."

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Biting her lower lip, Wanda agreed to separate and they both arranged their clothes. Both didn’t stop smiling completely gawking. “It's not my fault you're irresistible, detka.”

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Y/N laughed and they both left the lab, walking towards the gym again.

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“Do you have something to do later?” Y/N opened the door for her to go into the gym first. “Would you go on a date with me?”

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“I’m all yours.” Wanda smiled before walking past and winking at her.

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Y/N smiled widely, feeling her heart beating so fast. This time was definitely going to be different.

At that moment some students came out of the gym trying to sneak away, but both quickly exclaimed:

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“Where do you think you’re going?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ “To smooch at the Library? Oh, no. We already know all your tricks. Go back inside now.”

And a few years later, Y/N was still smiling like never before as she walked through the front door of Westview High School. Feeling she could go against everything in the world, nothing was going to stop her. She was happy.

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It had been a very beautiful four years with the love of her life. The relationship with Wanda had grown exponentially, of course they had some problems, but nothing they couldn't solve.

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“Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Some students greeted as they walked in the hall.

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“Hey, America. Ready for your last year here?” The teacher smiled. “You're going to miss me a lot when you don't hear me talk about reptiles anymore, I know it!”

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“I know I will, Ms. Y/L/N! Columbia will feel empty without you!” America smiled and kept walking along with her friends.

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Y/N walked into the staff room and smiled when she saw her friends, chatting about some news of the day. They talked for a few minutes enjoying their lunches until a beautiful brunette entered the room, stealing everyone's attention.

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“Hey, Wands.” Y/N smiled in surprise to see her wife there. A very pregnant Wanda walked into the staff room with a bag and her purse. “You okay?”

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Wanda smiled and leaned in to peck her lips. “Yeah, you forgot your lunch and I decided to leave it before going to Nat's house.”

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Happily, Y/N took the lunch box and opened it so she could smell the delicious chicken paprikash.  “Oh, you’re the best.”

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“I know.” Wanda smiled proudly.

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“Hey, if you’re going home tell Nat that i’m coming a bit late. I have too many exams to correct today.” Jules kissed Wanda’s cheek. “I can't believe there are my little nephews or nieces... or whatever you both want to be, I’m in.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ  Jules moved closer so she could put her hand on her friend's big belly.  “Hello, my beautiful bees. This is Auntie Jules.”

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Wanda giggled, without seeing how Y/N watched that situation, her chest swelled with happiness. “We don't know yet, so ‘bees’ are really good.”

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“How much time left?” Kate Bishop asked before rubbing her belly once more and sitting next to Jules.

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“Six months.” Wanda sighed exhausted, sitting next to Y/N. For a moment she almost sat on Y/N’s lap, but soon remembered that they were at school. “I can't believe I still have three more left.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ 

“You’re doing it amazing. You even look gorgeous. Right?” Kate winked at Y/N.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ 

“So right. You look amazingly beautiful.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ 

“It's just that these two don't stop moving all day, I swear. They're wild!” Wanda sighed deeply. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 

“Honey, your maternity leave is called 'leave' for a reason.” Y/N caressed her back tenderly.  “You should rest a bit more though.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ 

“I know… I'm leaving, I'm leaving!” Wanda took a deep breath before getting up again and taking her bag.  “I just wanted to leave you your lunch.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ 

“I love you.” Y/N smiled when her wife kissed her before walking towards the door, but not before turning to see her: ㅤㅤ ㅤ 

“I love you so much, detka.” The brunette winked at her. “I'll see you at home.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ the end

ㅤㅤ ㅤ  I hope you liked it. ✨ I have to say that it might have some little spinoffs, like one-shots, but later. Now I'm focusing on finishing the stories.

the cutest and most amazing people tags ✨: fishlikestuff - @pawiie - @casquinhaa - @hayeeonn - @les-wave - @sunsol-22 - @germz19 - @wandsmxmff - @lisasmcl - @suckerforwanat - @get-the-fuck-outta-here - @ecruzsalaz - @cowboyboots236 - @imnotasuperhero

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader

[lttl3babybug]

Not a request but a gift, enjoy!

[caregiver Charlie, caregiver Vaggie, Sorry don’t know their head cannons so I’m winging it

You…had a bad day, a very…very, VERY bad day. So much shouting, yelling, you weren’t sure what you did wrong or even if you actually DID anything wrong…well your salvation was not far. The hotel was in sight, you could hold on till you got inside and then…

You got inside, the first thing that happened was Mama Charlie’s arms around you.

“Hello my little gumdrop! I’m so glad you’re home!”

You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tight…giving a little sniffle, followed by a whimper. She pulled back to look at you.. “Oh sweetie…you had a bad day huh? Well don’t you worry, I’ve got just what you need!”

She booped your nose, giving it a playful wiggle too before escorting you to the couch. In went the pacifire and round went the blankie. “Okay! You wait right here while I got make some snackies and some milk!”

An there she went, off like a flash to the kitchen…of course she wouldn’t leave you alone. Vaggie was already sitting next to you, one hand on your shoulder. Turning to her, she gave you a warm smile.

“Wanna pick the movie?” She asked, you nodded an pointed to one. This one Charlie liked watching a lot too, with a lighthearted chuckle she started up the movie…just as Charlie returned with the snacks.

“Okay, I got some fresh plate of chocolate chip cookies here and a nice bottle of milk! Nothing beats a combo like that!”

You heard a voice from behind call out. “I got a betta one!”

Oh! That was Angel, they’re back from work! You turned and waved to him at the bar, huh wonder why he’s not smiling.

“Awe c’mon the kids here? I had a really good punchline set up!” You watched uncle Husk laugh as he handed Angel a drink. “I’m sure it was, loser.”

The two of them started chatting, you watched them for a few minutes…before Husk caught you staring!

Whoop!

You ducked down!

….did he see you? Slowly you peeked out again…Husk was smiling at you…oh he gave you a wave! You waved back!

“Awe, you waving at Husk?” Charlie cooed at you, you nodded and continued waving at him till Vaggie gingerly touched your arm.

“C’mon, sit properly and watch the movie ok?”

Awe…ok, you obeyed an turned around. Nestling yourself into the warm blankie between your mom’s…

Whatever happened today was gone…nothing existed accept your family, the movie, your bottle and of course those yummy cookies.

Sorry for the late response to this but oh my goodness this is adorable, thank you anon!!

#age regression #sfw agere #agere #agere community #fandom agere #agere blog #!!! <3 #age regressor

[officerjennie]

Fluff starter prompt, omg please fkbfjff

“I think I love you.”

Greedy panda noises please 🥺❤️

This fic is dedicated to a sweet boy named Sunny that I desperately wanted to take home with me

-

“I think I love you.”

Jaskier smooshed his face against the glass, dancing his fingers in the air, watching the large cat within the enclosure stretch from its tail to its large paws, claws digging into the blanket it had just been lounging on. 

He frowned, and lifted his head just enough to squint over at the piece of paper taped to the outside of the little kitty room. His tail and his large paws. Nose back to the glass, Jaskier cooed at the apparently two year old cat, his heart full to bursting as he stretched up to gently bap at the glass where Jaskier’s fingers were dancing.

“Oh, you’re just the sweetest, aren’t you? Such a good boy, the best boy.” Said best boy was also the largest cat Jaskier had ever seen, and according to his nice little blurb he liked cuddles.

Big, warm cuddles. He really never stood a chance.

“Jaskier.”

The exasperation in that tone made Jaskier pout, which really worked in his favor when he turned to Geralt. For maximum effect, he jutted his lip out a little more (he considered a quiver but thought it would be too much), and didn’t have to try that hard to get his eyes to mist.

“His name is Sunny.”

“No.”

“He’s been here for so long, Geralt!” A strategic step sideways covered up the little kitty blurb, and he hid the movement with a wild gesture. “Just- just look at him! Look at that face! Can you really say no to that face?”

Geralt didn’t look at Sunny, his arms crossed, the betta pellets they’d come for in his hand. 

“In and out, Jaskier. We don’t need anything-”

“He needs us, though.” 

“-but the fish food. Have you even owned a cat before?”

Deflating, Jaskier heaved a sigh, turning to stare wistfully at the sweet baby who was now batting around a crinkle toy behind him. “No. My father was allergic, and even after the divorce my mother couldn’t stand them. She’d apparently owned quail once and had a vendetta ever since one killed a few of them.”

“An impulse fish is one thing,” Geralt said, though not unkindly. And he was right, technically, even if Jaskier wasn’t a fan of the logic. 

Didn’t mean Jaskier was really ready to give up. Especially when Sunny meowed at him - Jaskier gasped, and cooed at him again, letting the sweet ginger boy chase his fingers. 

“He has such a tiny voice for such a big, big man. Isn’t he so sweet though?”

Geralt was quiet standing next to him, and Jaskier studiously ignored his judgment, complimenting the newest love of his life like he’d never get the chance to ever again. 

In the midst of their bonding, Geralt leaned down to read Sunny’s bio, dryly saying “been here so long” when he saw Sunny had only been there for three days. He was still reading it when a worker came by at a brisk walk, holding a dripping mop and pushing their frazzled bangs out of their face.

“He’s up for greetings if you want,” they said quickly, stopping just long enough to point at another worker who was fishing out some cherry shrimp for a mother and her small child. “She’s got the keys.”

“We can meet him?” Jaskier was certain the worker was an angel, albeit an angel barely hanging on to their sanity, and he quickly turned his big, wet eyes to Geralt again before he could try to talk him out of it. “Just a quick meet and greet. A cuddle or two. A hug? It couldn’t hurt anything, and he’s probably lonely.”

Geralt gave up in record time, sighing with a shake of his head as he went to fetch the worker with the keys. And Jaskier did his best to not be a sore winner and hid his fist pump. 

In a matter of minutes, they were let into the back, in a small room where the kitties could meet their prospective adopters. Sunny was plopped down with little fanfare, and he stretched himself out again, reaching up a nice scratching post on the white cat tree that took up a good portion of the room. 

Determined to make the most of their short time together, Jaskier picked through a toy box until he found a nice feather wand, and he did his best to get Sunny’s attention. But Sunny only watched the feather for a few seconds, batted at it once, and decided the tall man that was ignoring him was far more interesting. 

Geralt didn’t even flinch when Sunny launched himself at him, climbing up his leg like he was the cat tree. Up he went until he was standing on Geralt’s shoulders, and he let out a soft mew, bonking his head against Geralt’s hard enough that Jaskier heard it.

“Must have a hollow head,” Jaskier said solemnly, coming up next to them to pat Sunny’s side gently. “Orange cats share a brain cell, I’ve heard.”

For a split second, Geralt frowned. His hand went up to steady the large cat that had decided to sit on his shoulder, Sunny’s weight shifting as he licked a paw and started to clean his face.

“He’s not dumb,” Geralt said decisively, and if Jaskier hadn’t known any better he would have said fondly.

Or, maybe he didn’t know better. He squinted at Geralt, who was not looking at him - rather pointedly not looking at him.

“No, no. Of course he’s not dumb.” Jaskier stroked Sunny’s soft fur, letting his tail flop with a thud against Geralt’s back. “I’d hate for anyone to think he was.”

When Sunny started to purr, Geralt’s expression softened, and Jaskier had to bite back a devious grin. 

“Can you imagine misunderstanding such a sweet boy?” He sighed dramatically, scritching Sunny’s chin - and Geralt had to hold onto him to make sure the poor thing didn’t fall right off his shoulder. “I hope he gets picked by someone who would love him, and who wouldn’t ever dream of insulting him.”

“I know what you’re doing.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jaskier lied, but one look at Geralt’s face and he gave up with a full body slump. “Fine. But I’m not wrong, we could give him the best home.”

“We don’t have anything for cats at home.” 

Jaskier opened his mouth to respond, but snapped it shut, narrowing his eyes at Geralt - because that had not been his ‘we’re absolutely not doing this’ tone. And Jaskier was ever an optimist when it came to getting what he wanted.

So he leaned into his boyfriend, arm wrapped around his waist, and pet the sweet kitty who was hard at work making biscuits out of Geralt’s shoulder. 

“Pet store,” he said, catching Geralt’s gaze and flicking his eyes towards the door. “And if we’re confused, we could always ask for help picking out what he’d need. Look, Geralt, he loves you - could you really say no to that face?”

Sunny took that moment to bonk Geralt on the head rather hard, and Jaskier saw the moment Geralt gave in. 

“Fine,” he grumbled, but Jaskier was already pumping the air before he got the word out. “You’re cleaning the cat box.”

“A fair trade for taking such a sweet, good boy home.” Jaskier reached up to scratch both of Sunny’s cheeks, and teared up when the kitty started to lick his hand. He’d never fallen in love so fast in his life and couldn’t wait to set their place up for Sunny - it was going to take a chunk out of his savings but it was absolutely worth it.

Especially when he caught a glimpse of the soft smile Geralt was trying to hide. He wasn’t the only one who’d fallen in love, after all.

#mywriting #geraskier #geralt #jaskier #the witcher #fanfiction

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: Y’all funny bruh

(Me watching everyone have a meltdown over that lil “anti-cheat system” trick while my shit was sitting untouched. They going to hell for that Idk)

• Why literally every single season the bitches that’s always causing drama wanna sit and act like they don’t? Can we please get ONE real bitch to just be straight up like “yeah I like to start shit and I’ll do it again”?

• Jin romancers don’t come for me cuz I like him too but I gotta speak real!

• Outfit time!

• These are much better swimsuits in my opinion. Also GAY RIGHTS BIKINI ACHIEVED!

• Right boo.

• This I-Spy challenge idea kinda messy as hell ooooouuuu y’all ate that I can’t lie.

• Claudia sis no…that’s nasty.

• Luna, you starting to make an enemy outta me young lady.

• “This is I Spy, not I Imagine” pleasekfmdmsm ate that.

• OH I WANT IT BAE CLOCK THAT BITCH TEA!

• Omgggg the comebacks this season I can’t.

• That tired attempt at trying to get me to fight with Oakley oh boo try again! Unlike y’all, me and my nigga secure!

• Jin secretly kissing Sophie coming out of nowhere like what the???

• Girl you was literally just trying to defame my character- ok whatever.

• I know you fucking lying. Uh uh.

• Trying to get me to help send y’all to the hideaway when the both of you been testing my patience the past few days is CRAZY like no baby get somebody else to do it😭😭😭

• Outfit time again!

• Oh bitch we got the hennessyyyyy!!!! Like both these outfits eat DOWN.

• “I didn’t think what I said would cause so much drama” Oh Theo please even you don’t believe that.

• Theo flirting with me right after he just said voting for him and Clauds to go to the hideaway wouldn’t be a waste of my vote…😕

• The compliment party was a cute idea. You’re getting back in my good books Jin, congratulations!

• Anti-social Annie’s???😭😭😭

• Girl he betta be twerking with that big ole ass he got!

• Well…she get money. Her body tea. She super thick. She super pretty. Like why wouldn’t you be?

• I mean duh we won the hideaway challenge. We the only couple that’s not damn near a lost cause. Uggghh yes #BlackLove!

• Outfit time again again!

• Ok I know we all kinda tired of wearing Savage X Fenty lingerie every goddamn night but we can ignore that this time cuz 1. we tryna get FAWKED tonight and 2. these are sooooo cute I’m sorry.

• Ugh Oakley is soooo…like pull dat fucking dick out I’m not playin with you!

• Them bringing that stupid ass box back with same shit yet again oh brotherrrrr can we get something else???!!!! Like some chocolate sauce, a whip, handcuffs, hell a fucking dildo even just SOMETHING ELSE!

• He brought us a whole breakfast spread after dicking us down y’all. When we’re married by the end of this then what?

• Quite literally what else is there to expose my god. Are y’all gonna tell me y’all had a villa orgy before I got here like shit!

#so far so good #this about to go downhill next week I can feel it #litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg season 8 #litg s8

[clockwayswrites]

Like Betta Fish Do Part 24

WC: 3102, Masterpost

Danny stared up at the towering facade of Wayne manner from its front steps.

Yep, clearly cursed.

Jason didn’t seem much more cheerful from where he stood next to Danny.

“We can still run,” Danny offered.

Jason just sighed, “No, we came through the gate so Alfred knows we’re here. If we left I’d get the eyebrow next time.”

“Ah,” Danny said with a sage nod. “The eyebrow, of course. Very scary.”

“Just you watch, once you’ve been around long enough and stop being an esteemed guest, you’ll get the eyebrow too,” Jason warned.

The warning just made Danny grin.

“What?” Jason asked, eying the smile wearily.

“You planning to keep me around long enough for me to stop being an esteemed guest?”

Jason huffed out a laugh and leaned over to brush a kiss to Danny’s temple. “You bet I am. You’d have to die to be rid of me. Oh wait…”

Danny laughed and bumped his shoulder against Jason. “Okay, well, I’ll fear the eyebrow when it gets there. First I have to get through tonight.”

“You did fine with the horde of annoying siblings.”

“Yeah, well, they got to kick my ass repeatedly in Mario Kart and Party. I don’t think that’s going to work with your dad or the guy who’s basically your grandfather.”

“Not really, Bruce is surprisingly bad at video games and Alfred would never.”

“Shame, getting beat up and getting back up is my best trait,” Danny said with a dramatic sigh.

“Just be yourself. It was enough for me,” Jason said.

Danny felt a blush crawl up his neck and cleared his throat. “Yeah, well, sap.”

Jason chuckled, pressed one more kiss to Danny’s temple, and finally took the last few steps to knock on the door. It opened almost instantly to an extremely distinguished older man in a tailed suit and white gloves.

Danny swallowed nervously.

“Master Jason, it is very good to see you tonight.”

“Hey Alfie,” Jason said. He stepped into the manor and pulled Danny in by their linked hands. “Alfred, this is my boyfriend Danny Nightingale. Danny, this is Alfred Pennyworth.”

Alfred gave a little nod. “A pleasure to meet you Master Daniel.”

Danny couldn’t help but wince at that. With the manor it brought back far too many memories that Danny didn’t want to think about. “Um, I prefer Danny, if… that’s not a problem, Mr. Pennyworth?”

“Of course not, Master Danny. But you must call me Alfred then.”

“I can do that, Alfred,” Danny said with a relieved smile. As he was handing over his coat and scarf, he picked up some noise from the stairs and tried not to turn that way.

“Remember, Bruce tonight, not Brucie or you know who,” Dick whispered in a way that Danny wasn’t supposed to hear. The benefits of death.

“Yes Dick, I think you’ve said that enough,” someone who must have been Bruce answered. At least he sounded mostly amused by his son’s harping.

As much as Danny was very aware that the Bruce Wayne was Jason’s father, it was still something to see Bruce Wayne coming down the stairs. He looked nothing like the public figure, not dressed down like he was in a dark shirt and a cozy looking cardigan.

It was almost worse because now Danny felt completely wrong footed.

“Jason,” Bruce said with a smile. “And you must be Danny.”

“Yes sir,” Danny said as he reflexively shook the offered hand.

“Just Bruce, please. That’s quite a grip you have,” Bruce said.

Danny’s blush deepened and he quickly released Bruce’s hand.

“He said he trains with a xiphos and a dory,” Damian said from the side of the room where he basically just seemed to appear.

“Greek weaponry?” Bruce asked with a raised brow. “That’s unusual.”

“My teacher’s Greek and a fan of historic weaponry,” Danny said, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’m not very good with them though, as much as she hopes to change that. I prefer hand to hand.”

“He’s pretty good at that. We spar once a week,” Jason said. He stepped to stand beside Danny, which Danny was grateful for.

Even aware off all the eyes in the room tracking his movement, Danny couldn’t help but lean into Jason’s side. It helped ease some of his nerves when Jason instantly draped an arm around his shoulders.

“Who else are we expecting?” Jason asked.

“Just Tim and Duke, they’re upstairs,” Dick answered as he finally came forward. “Hey Danny.”

“Hi Dick,” Danny said, “and hello Damian.”

“Yes, hello,” Damian said with a sniff. “Did you bring your xiphos?”

Danny did his best to stifle a smile. “Sorry, I don’t have one at my place, you’ll have to wait until I can make a trip back to Illinois.”

“Is that where you’re from, Danny?” Bruce asked as he waved them towards a room to the left.

“Born and raised. I came from a little city called Amity Park,” Danny explained, as if Batman didn’t already know that, especially after Tim’s digging.

Jason steered them over to the the two seater sofa in the sort of sitting room only rich people had. Once they had settled in, he took Danny’s hand, rubbing his thumb across Danny’s knuckles in a grounding touch.

“Gotham must be quite the change.” Bruce took an armchair for himself while Dick nudged Damian to the other couch.

“It is, I’ve never lived somewhere so big. I won’t pretend it hasn’t been overwhelming at times, but it’s also really nice that the city has so much to offer. I’ve been enjoying living here.”

“You’re here for school if I remember correctly?”

“Aerospace engineering at Gotham U,” Danny explained. “It’s my first year, but I’ve got all my gen eds done so I’m somewhere between a sophomore and junior.”

Bruce gave a little nod and leaned back in his seat. “Are you considering a masters or doctorate?”

“I am, opportunities get so much better with one, but I’ll just have to see in two years. I’m, um, on scholarship so it will depend if I can get a stipend for grad school,” Danny said, once again reminded of how awkward it was to be on a Wayne scholarship while knowing the Waynes. (Sitting in their manor only made the feeling worse.)

“I hope that it works out for you. Wayne Enterprises has an aerospace division, you know.”

“I do,” Danny said. He really wished he could stop blushing over everything behind said to him. “It’s somewhere I’ve strongly though about applying too. If I want to stay in Gotham, it’s really my only chance too.”

Jason’s hand tightened around Danny’s for a moment.

Bruce seemed to catch it, of course he did. It made Danny very aware he was in a room with Batman. With lots of other Bats.

“Are you hoping to be able to?”

“Yeah. There’s…” Danny gave in an glanced at Jason. It wasn’t as if the others weren’t going to pick up on it anyways, so he might as well act honestly. “… a lot to stay around for, right now.”

“Well, I think you can at least be confident you’ll get an interview,” Bruce said with a chuckle.

It made Danny shake his head a little. “I mean, I’ll take that, but I don’t want a job unless I’m actually good for it. I get that networking is a real thing, but that should only get me in the door. If I get to work for WE, I want it to be because I worked hard, because I am working hard at this, and because I deserver the job.”

Bruce smiled. It was a slight thing, but for the first time that night Danny felt it was completely real. “That’s noble of you. Don’t worry, none of the family sits on hiring boards at that level.”

“Um, that’s good,” Danny said, realizing that he just basically told a family made from nepotism that he didn’t want to accept nepotism. He shot a desperate look to Jason.

The jerk just laughed at him.

“Don’t change,” Jason said before pressing another one of those soft kisses to Danny’s temple.

Danny was really starting to like them.

“Hey Danny, good to see you again,” Duke said as he came into the sitting room. It sounded honest coming from him. “Sorry I wasn’t down when you got here.”

“Hey Duke, homework?”

“So much homework,” he lamented.

“Yeah, the end of this semester is going to crush me,” Danny said. “I’ve got, like, three projects starting next week.”

“Good luck, dude,” Duke said, leaning over from where he had sat on the couch to fist bump Danny.

Danny looked up as someone cleared his throat to see Alfred in the doorway. “Master Tim is still missing?”

“You know how he is,” Bruce said.

“Indeed,” Alfred said, sounding like he wanted to sigh but was too proper to. “I shall fetch him in a moment. Dinner is served, sirs.”

-

“Stick a fork in me I’m done,” Danny said right before he face planted dramatically onto the couch.

“You did great,” Jason soothed, hanging up the coat that Danny had discarded mindlessly next to the door.

“Eempfatinerifatmn mone.”

“You’re going to have to stop making out with the throw pillow if you want me to understand you,” Jason said before having to duck the aforementioned throw pillow as it was thrown at his head.

“I said I just had dinner with Batman, I’m done,” Danny said as he rolled over. He blinked up at the ceiling. “Oh, we’re at your place.”

“How out of it were you on the ride?” Jason asked. He sat on the arm of the couch and brushed back some of Danny’s unruly hair.

“Dinner with Batman,” Danny reiterated seriously.

“Point taken. But really, you did great.”

Danny grumbled.

“You did. You have Damian curious about how you fight. Duke and Dick think you’re funny. You even talked shop with Tim.”

“Tim still doesn’t trust me, or Dick,” Danny pointed out.

“Tim doesn’t trust anyone,” Jason said. “And Dick likes you, he just needs time still. It was a scare for him and it hasn’t been that long. Alfred thinks you’re darling, I’m pretty sure, and Bruce smiled; real smiles.”

“I just…”

“You’re just over thinking it. Why don’t I take you to bed before you fall asleep,” Jason said. Then he realized what he had said. “That’s, I mean, just to sleep. If you’d be comfortable with that? If not I can drive you home or…”

Jason trailed off as Danny snagged his hand and kissed his knuckles gently. “Now who’s over thinking?”

Now smiling softly, Jason asked, “That a yes then?”

“As long as I can borrow a shirt to sleep in, that’s a yes.”

“You’ll be swamped,” Jason warned as he stood. He bent down and picked Danny up in one easy motion.

Danny gave a little squeak and quickly wrapped his arms around Jason’s neck. “I can live with that when I get first class service like this.”

“Lazy fish.”

“You like it.”

“I do.”

-

Jason stopped in surprise as he entered his office after a meeting on Monday. “Bruce?”

“Jaylad! I thought that we would go and grab lunch.”

“I, sure,” Jason said, confused despite himself. “Just give me a moment to finish up a few notes from the meeting?”

“Of course. I’ll meet you in the lobby in… five? Ten?”

“Ten,” Jason agreed, moving around to sit at his desk.

It was only his training to focus that stopped him from being distracted by the fact that Bruce wanted to get lunch. It’s not that it never happened, just that it was rare enough to be odd. For all of the Brucie persona (though that had been toned down ever since Damian showed up), Bruce was actually very busy at the company and Jason had thrown himself into the deep end of the foundation. It was hard to find time even without the rest of their lives getting in the way. And it would be a lie to say things were never awkward between them still.

Exactly ten minutes later he was meeting Bruce in the lobby.

“I was thinking that cafe down the block, the one on Polk,” Bruce said.

“Yeah, that works, they’re pretty good,” Jason agreed. He let them get out on the street before he asked, “So is this lunch for a reason?”

“Somewhat. I wanted to talk with you about last night’s dinner.”

Jason’s heart jumped a beat.

“Danny seems a very nice person,” Bruce said. Jason braced himself for the ‘but’. “And I’m glad that you felt comfortable bringing him to the manor for dinner. It means a lot to me that we’re in a place that you’re willing to do that.”

“You don’t have concerns?” Jason said, honestly shocked at how easy Bruce, the notorious over planner, was being about this.

“Of course I have concerns, Jaylad, I’m a parent. I’m concerned how you’ll do if it doesn’t work out. I’m concerned if it does. I’m concerned for you having to deal with the press, both of you. And I won’t pretend I’m not concerned about his parents, they sound one step away from being evil scientists. It makes me concerned about what Danny had to go through growing up,” Bruce said, “but none of that stops me from being happy for you that you’ve found Danny.”

“Oh,” Jason said, at a loss for any other words. He had honestly expected to have to go over the same issues and worries that Tim had again with Bruce. Maybe Timbit briefing Bruce had really worked… or maybe Jason was still too used to expecting the worst of Bruce, even when it wasn’t fair. It was a little easier these days to see where they had both messed up. “I’m happy with him, Bruce. He… everything is just brighter since I’ve known him. And I don’t want to have to hide that from you all. I mean, I did at the start because it was all new and I was still figuring it out, but… I want you to be able to know him too. He’s important to me.”

“Well, he’s welcome over at the manor whenever, barring emergencies of course,” Bruce said, alluding to the night life. “I think Alfred is determined to feed the boy after the way Danny praised the meal last night.”

Jason chuckled and held the door to the cafe open for Bruce. “Yeah, it’s easy to feel that way about Danny.”

They were seated quickly and both spent a few minutes looking over the menu. After they had ordered, Jason fiddled with his glass of water, wiping away a trail of condensation. “Hey Dad?”

Bruce looked up right away. It was rare for Jason to ever call him ‘Dad’ these days. “Yes son?”

“I’ve been thinking about going to college?”

“Okay,” Bruce said, folding his hands and giving Jason his undivided attention. “Tell me your thoughts?”

-

“So,” Jason said as soon as Danny picked up the phone. “You can officially consider yourself to have the stamp of approval.”

“Huh?” Danny tried to pull his thoughts away from the equation he was staring at.

“Bruce cornered me for lunch. You are formally welcome at the manor any time.”

“Oh, wow, okay. That went better than I thought,” Danny said.

“I told you you did great,” Jason said.

“I guess at least not badly,” Danny said.

“Fish.”

“Fine,” Danny said with an exaggerated sigh. “I did great. I am amazing. I am the very best there ever was.”

“Damn right,” Jason said. “How has your day been?”

Danny flopped back onto the floor. “Ugh, project one is already eating my soul.”

“Anything I can do to help in these dark times?”

“Make sure I see the sky every now and again?” Danny joked. “And maybe… we can repeat last night?”

It was the best sleep Danny had gotten in a long time.

“Of course we can.” The noise on Jason’s end changed, and Danny had to assume he stepped into his building. “Speaking of the end of the semester, are you leaving Gotham for the break?”

Danny tried not to tense. “Maybe around the new years but I thought I’d just take it easy before. Sleep off the semester.”

“What are your plans for Christmas?”

Yeah, there it was.

“Um, really I thought I’d just hole up and watch a bunch of really bad movies like Sharknado Five.”

“They’ve made five of those things?” Jason asked. He sounded mostly horrified and a little curious.

“Six, and three spin offs.”

“Huh. Well, I know it might be, a lot, but if you want, you can come over to the manor for Christmas?”

Danny frowned down at where he was absentmindedly picking at the seam on the couch. “I don’t… really like Christmas? The whole season sorta gets to me so I would really rather just… not.”

Here it comes. Three, two, one…

“Okay.”

What?

“What?”

“Okay,” Jason said simply. “Can I give you your present for, I don’t know, Solstice instead? Just since I already have it.”

Danny couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face if he tried. Jason didn’t mind. He wasn’t pushing or bullying or guilt tripping about it. It was just… okay. “Yeah, Solstice sounds perfect.”

“Good. And I’ll make you something to stick in the oven for food.”

“You don’t have to,” Danny said, even as the very thought warmed him.

“I want to. Also it might butter you up to say yes.”

“Yes to what?”

“Going with me as my plus one to the Wayne New Years Eve Gala.”

“A gala?”

“Just, the press already knows about you. It might be weird if you don’t come? And I… it would be nice to have you there.” The nerves were clear in Jason’s voice.

Danny really couldn’t say no to that, could he? Besides, he could visit Jazz after New Years still. “Okay, but you have to make sure I look alright.”

“Done. You’ll be the prettiest orca there.”

Danny covered up a snort of laughter. “Isn’t it supposed to be penguin suits for tuxes? Besides, orcas aren’t even fish, they’re really big murder dolphins.”

“I could put you in a gold suit, then you’d be my goldfish.”

“Jason, no,” Danny said, trying hard not to keep from laughing.

“You’d be the talk of Gotham.”

“You mean the laughing stock.”

“I wouldn’t let them, not about my fish,” Jason said. “Can we bargain for blue? It would match your eyes.”

“Maybe, we’ll see,” Danny said. “I’ll be watching for you adding in fish references.”

“I would never!”

“You’re a liar.”

“You like it.”

“I do.”

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AN: Danny has survived meeting the family! He is very sleepy, but he survived! Sorry for the people waiting for a pissed off Bruce, but that's not my Batman ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Tim's research and questioning last week did its job to let Bruce feel prepared and Bruce really does want his children happy.

And a gala on the horizon for the next part! How exciting!

I no longer tag people, but you can subscribe to the masterpost!

#dp x dc #dead on main #like betta fish do

[rainbowcaleb]

A Scaled Splendor

A MerMay story - read on ao3

“Okay Lebby, explain this again but this time make sense.” Veth pops her hip out and stares down at Caleb, her other hand shielding her eyes from the afternoon sun. The effect of the bright unclouded sky on the ocean is blinding, almost hiding any swimmers amidst the sliver glinting light.

“Ja, so there is a tale from my childhood, ah— no, I would be remiss to say it is a story only in the Empire when every culture with a body of water has–”

“Cay. Leb. What did I just say.” Veth kicks some water his way.

“Okay, okay. The mermaid. It is a story but a romantic one. Not every version, no, but fishes and princes and kisses–”

“And kisses?!”

“Well, ja, I have hopes. But I thought it would be a good surprise.”

Veth continues to stare for one, three, ten long beats. Then lets out a whoop of a laugh, grabbing her middle as the entirely unsuppressed mirth shakes her body.

“It was not a bad idea–” Caleb starts, a pout in his voice.

“No, it's,” Veth wipes tears from her eyes, voice still shaking from giggles. “It is a good idea, but that still doesn’t explain, you know.” She waves a hand up and down in his direction. The crystal clear waters of this shore do nothing to hide his form, and the high sun only touches him with extra sparkle. Glistening golden scales that flash to orange and umber as they shift with Caleb’s movement, like he has been dipped in molten gold and reforged in intricate, layered detail.

“This is my first time doing this particular spell modification.” He sounds petulant, even to his own ears.

“Caleb.”

“This is quite a hard spell, and the materials alone–”

“Lebby.”

“Ja, okay, I fucked up.” Caleb sighs, and it is quite an interesting sound and motion coming from a golden fish’s mouth.

Veth starts to laugh again, her noise another wave building upon Caleb’s rising feelings of woe-is-me.

“Do you think Essek likes fish, really likes them?” Veth doesn’t even bother to wipe her eyes this time. “Loves them so much he’ll kiss ‘em? Or maybe we should ask Yasha, she does have that fish market experience.”

Caleb sits down in the shallow water on the shore’s edge, able to cross his legs but not his arms, for indeed he has succeeded in his mermaid ambitions but unfortunately on the wrong half.

“I have an idea, I’ll run and get Fjord right now, you know that boy practiced his kissing skills on fish growing up, I’m sure he has some tips–”

“Veth, please.” Caleb flops sideways, re-dousing his upper half in the water, and feeling just as morose as a fish out of water could be.

“Sorry Lebby, but our years of friendship means I can make fun of you for another five minutes. And oh boy do I have some jokes on the tip of my tongue.”

“And then you’ll help me fix this?”

She crouches down and pets his scaly head, then draws her hand back to shake off the water. “Of course Caleb, what do you take me for? I wouldn’t use this as an oppor-tuna-ty to make fin of you, no of course not, I’d love you for a krill-ion years as a fish or a man!”

Caleb starfishes in the water, pushing the sand around with his little arm fins and his two human legs. This was his fate now.

“Aw, you don’t like my jokes? Yeah, I cod do betta than that, even though this is kraken me up–”

Caleb stares up at the crisp blue sky and closes his eyelids against the yellow sun. Everything was much too bright and much too colorful for his new eyes. Maybe he should just float here for a while, surely it’ll wear off in an hour, surely the spell will end faster than Veth’s jokes can last…

(Thank you for reading! 💙)

#critical role fic #caleb widogast #veth brenatto #the mighty nein #shadowgast #(shadowgast implied off screen but still here) #critical role #mermay #my fic #fic

[johannestevans]

Luca's Monster

Cute fiction short! A boy talks to the monster that keeps coming out from under his bed. 1.2k.

More original fic here.

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It’s 09:12PM according to the little clock that Luca insisted his mother get for him instead of any of the kid’s ones – it’s just plain and black with red text, like people have in old movies. Luca is lying in bed because he woke up at the noise, and he’s not moving because he doesn’t want it to know he’s awake.

His parents won’t believe him.

Mum even said, “Oh, Luca, we’ve got you a big boy clock – don’t you want to act like a big boy and stop believing in things that aren’t real?”

And she said sorry, after, and that she didn’t mean it, that she could call for them if he needed, except that if he calls for them or tries to get out of bed, it will know.

Luca hears the floorboards creaking and sees its shadows, always wraps himself up as tightly as he can in his blankets and closes his eyes as much as he can, waits desperately for it to go away whenever it shows up. He gets glimpses of it sometimes, its white scaly body, the thick spines running down its back, its leathery wings.

It made a noise once, a horrible chittering sound that went right through him, like if Mrs Rickson’s cat, Mustard, did its bird-chatter noise except if it was super loud and really high-pitched and horrible.

Steeling himself, Luca opens one eye.

The monster is sitting on the floor looking up at his fish tank, kind of cross-legged on top of his whale-shaped rug, and it’s softly lit by the glow of his night light. It doesn’t look exactly like they do at school when they sit cross-legged, because there are horns on its knees, but it’s close enough. When it turns its head, following one of the fish’s movements.

Luca sees that its eyes are wide as dinner plates, the pupils all stretched out just like Mustard looking at birds, and he might be scared of the monster but he loves his fish, he takes good care of them and it took ages for his parents to let him have them, especially in his room.

“You’d better not eat them!” he hisses. “You get away from them right now!”

The monster jolts, turning around and looking at him with its hackles raised and his wings spread a bit, like it’s trying to look scary and big – but really, the monster isn’t much bigger than him, even with the wings on, and without them, he’s probably even smaller.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” asks the monster sort of haughtily, his voice chittering like a bug’s.

“How am I meant to sleep when there’s a monster in my bedroom?”

“You normally seem to manage it,” mutters the monster, and peers back at the fish. “You keep these to eat them?”

“No! You mustn’t eat them! They’re my friends!”

“Oh,” says the monster. “Funny friends you have. Do you like to watch them swim about?”

Luca stares at the monster warily. “Yes,” he says. “They’re nice. They look nice.”

“Yes,” agrees the monster, examining the tank. “What are they?”

“Don’t you know?”

“Should I?”

“They’re fish.”

“Oh, right,” says the monster. “And, uh… What’s a fish?”

“How can you not know what a fish is?”

“Well, I’ve only ever seen them here. I suppose that’s how.”

“They’re… They’re animals that live in the water. They breathe in it.”

“Breathe in water?”

“Yes.”

“How do they do that?”

“They’ve got gills.”

“What’s gills?”

“You’ve really never seen a fish before?”

“Should I have?”

Luca does something he’s never done before while the monster was in his room: he gets out of bed. Wrapped in his blanket, he comes slowly over and sits beside the monster on the floor, looking cautiously back at the monster the same way he’s looking back at him.

“These are freshwater fish,” says Luca. “I wanted tropical fish but my parents were worried I wouldn’t take care of them properly.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Colours, behaviours. But the water is salty and you have to have particular temperatures and stuff to keep them healthy.” He points and says, “This is Charlie, he’s a betta fish, that’s a kind of Siamese fighting fish. But they’re quite territorial, so I had to be really careful about picking the other fish, like this is Buddy, and he’s a Kuhli loach.”

“And which one is the gills?”

“They all have gills. You see the way there’s like, a flap, here? It’s going out and then going in, kind of like when we breathe and our chests move, and that’s our lungs, except they do everything with their gills instead so they like… Filter the air out of the water with them.”

The monster doesn’t, like his parents do, interrupt and change the subject as Luca keeps talking about the fish. He doesn’t see to get bored, like his friends do at school – he listens very raptly as Luca points and explains all their behaviours and where they come from and what they’re called and why, even the ghost shrimp.

And he asks questions about the way he looks after the tank, and how he cleans it, and asks about other fish he’d like, and what tropical fish he wants and why, and says it all looks very complicated, but worthwhile.

“Don’t monsters have pets?” asks Luca.

“I don’t really know,” says the monster. “We don’t, but I haven’t met everyone in the world. Maybe it’s just us.”

This strikes Luca as being either an extremely sensible answer or the opposite, and he can’t decide which.

“Well,” he says graciously, “you can share mine, if you like. But only to look at.”

“I like looking at them,” says the monster quietly. “They’re very nice.”

“Is that why you come in my room at night?”

“I don’t really decide where I go. I like it here, though.”

“Well,” says Luca as he crawls back into bed, because his clock says it’s nearly midnight now and he’s very, very tired. “You can ask me about things, if you like, another night. About fish or— or about other things.”

The monster pauses a moment, and then asks, sort of cautiously, “Like friends?”

Luca hesitates. There’s a lot of people who don’t actually want to be his friend, even before he starts talking about fish.

“I don’t have any friends,” says the monster. “My father says it’s because I’m too insular.”

“What’s insular mean?”

“I’m not really sure. He doesn’t seem to think it’s a good thing.”

Luca says very quickly, with a kind of fake confidence to make sure the monster feels better, “Of course we’re friends.”

The monster smiles, and it’s really quite a horrible twisting of its white leathery face, but it’s not as frightening as it was before.

“Alright,” it says, turning back to look at the fish, rocking gently in place and making the shadows move on the walls, but this time it seems to Luca that it’s quite nice, actually, kind of like the reflections of the water moving. “Friends.”

It’s easier to sleep that night, curled up in the blanket with a slight smile on his lips.

Easier than it ever has been.

FIN.

#musings #original fic #original fiction #monstrous may #long post for ts

[small-sinclair]

To Be Young

An idea that I thought of base is this picture by @suwann-11. Enjoy.

Welcomed readers: @sketchy-rosewitch, @modern-greek-tragedy, @fluffy-little-demon

“Well, ain’t this somethin’?” Lester asked himself as he looked at the two twins. One moment, he and his brothers were racing through the woods all grown up just to see if Lester was still the fastest, but the marsh was too thick that Lester came out the other side in a town that was alive. Ambrose was alive and kicking with the sugar mill working.

He scratched his head as he looked around, taking off his hat. Where’s his brothers? Better question, where’s he, or when his he? He takes a deep breath as he looks around. Everything was so bright and familiar… he felt like he was dreaming.

“Well, betta find ‘em,” he said, putting his hat back on. Maybe if he runs backwards in the forest, time will rest itself?

A twig snapped behind him, making Lester jump. He turns around as he held his chest, and his eyes grew wide. Shyly, a young child stood half-hiding behind a tree, a bright blue eyes looking at him curiously. Long black hair sat at his shoulders and covered half of his waxed face. He wore overalls over a light brown sweater, his hands tucked into the long sleeves.

Lester slowly knelt down in disbelief. “Vinny?” He asked, eyes wide. “Vincent? Is ‘at you?”

The boy looked over his shoulder then back at Lester. Carefully, he stepped out from his hiding spot and came towards Lester. His fingers rubbing the end of the sleeves nervously.

“Do,” Lester felt nervous as he licked his lips, “do you know me?”

Vincent shrugs, bringing his hands up to sign slowly, ‘You look familiar, but no. Sorry.’

“That’s okay, Vincent,” Lester gave a soft grin. He stands up and dusts his pants. “I reckon Bo ain’t fair?”

Vincent shrugs. ‘I don’t know where he is.’ Then his hands fall as he a hiccup escaped. He looks up at Lester with a tearful eye. ‘I lost him,’ his hands were shaky.

“Oh! Don’t cry,” he knelt down and dug into his pockets, pulling out a hanky. “Here, sorry ‘at’s it’s dirty. It’ll do, yeah?” He offered a grin as Vincent took it. “How ‘bout we wait ‘Eee and see if he shows up—?”

“Hey!” Both head shot up to a young boy running through the forest, knees scraped, red button shirt. His pants were partly ripped and shoe untied. His hair hair with sticks and mud.

“Bo?”

“Get away from my brotha, ya freak!” Bo shouted a she raced towards him. Using a fallen log, Bo launched himself up and held back a fist. “Don’ touch ‘im!”

Lester felt Vincent go behind him and hide as Lester caught the fighting twin, kicking the air and throwing punches. He was fussy, but Lester tried to keep a good grip.

“Whoa, buddy! Hey!” Lester tried not to be scared of child Bo, but he knew how big of a higher his brother was when they were younger. “Calm down! I ain’t doin’ nothin’ to ‘im! Honest!” He let down the boy and stepped aside to show that Vincent was safe. “See? He was waitin’ wit’ me for ya.”

Bo breathed heavily as he glared at him then back at Vincent. “S’at true, Vin?”

Vincent nodded.

Bo looked back up at Lester. “Thank you,” he said bitterly. “But ‘m here now. So, you c’n git.”

Lester’s eyes fell on his brother’s wrist, new scars bleeding with raw skin. “Okay, Bo—”

“An’ son’ say me name,” the child spat, pushing Lester aside and stood next to Vincent. “Never gave ya it, too.” He took Vincent’s hand and led him towards the house. “You okay, Vin? Did he hurt ya?”

Vincent shook his head. He looks back at the bewildered Lester and stops Bo. He lets go of his hand and walks back slowly towards him, his wondering blue eye never leaving. He stood a foot a way and signs, ‘Thank you for staying, sir.’ Shyly, he gave Lester a hug.

Lester held up his hands slightly at his brother’s hug, but his hands lower and ruffled his hair slightly. “Yer welcomed, kiddo.” As Vincent stepped away and went back to his brother’s side, taking his hand.

Lester shoved his hands him his pockets and offered a smile. He nodded at Bo, saying, “Watch over ‘em, yeah?”

Bo nods and turns, leading his brother back to their home.

Lester looked back at the forest and felt the warm air through the trees and bushes. He felt that it was time to leave, and he was okay with that. He steps back into the forest and walks back towards Ambrose, leaving behind something at was never his.

“I think I understand now,” he said to the marsh before going through the thick of it. “Than’ ya fer showin’ me.”

He walks through the bush and muck, coming back on the other side. He looked around at the empty town and smiled.

“Lester!” He jerks his head to the left and saw Bo jogging towards him, Vincent following with Jonesy on his heels. “Where t’hell have ya been? You were gone fer an hour!” Bo stood in front of him and brushed off the thrones and twigs. “Well?”

Lester but the inside of his cheek then answered, “Was lost,” he gave a half smile, “but found my way home.”

Bo brought him into a hug, Vincent patting Lester’s back. “Don’t scare us like ‘at!” He pulled away as Vincent swung an arm around his shoulder Jonesy barked happily and circled them. “Come on. Let’s go home and get ya washed up.”

He turns and leads the way home, Vincent keeping his little brother close.

This was his home, and no one was going to take it from Lester.

#bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005) #house of wax fanfiction #lester sinclair fanfic #bo sinclair fanfic #vincent sinclair fanfic #house of wax fanfic

[turtle-babe83]

All Revved Up

Raph x Immogene

For the lovely @waterstar2016 ♥️ Not gonna lie, I’m a little nervous about writing for such a well established OC from a writer I admire. I hope I do her justice. It’s an honor to write for Immogene.

Also, thank you for your incredible patience in waiting for this. ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Immogene wiped the sweat from her perfectly arched brows with a dirty rag. Oil and grease streaked her arms and sunk under her nails. But by god, her bike was going to run like a dream. Putting away her tools, she sighed. Tomorrow she would take it for a ride, tonight she just wanted a shower and a drink. After washing the worst of it off her hands with some gritty mechanics soap, she locked up and headed home to her apartment.

Letting herself in, she kicked off her boots and headed straight for the bathroom, whipping her bra off on the way. Immogene sighed contentedly as the hot water rolled down her curves, taking with it the sweat and the grime of the afternoon. As she dried off, she called in a quick order to her favorite pizza joint and then dressed in a loose tank top and yoga shorts. She was just opening the refrigerator for a cold beer when she heard the unmistakable thump of large feet on her fire escape. She grabbed a second beer as Raphael squeezed through the window.

“Good evening, Raphael,” she murmured, offering the cold brew.

Raph’s signature smirk was on full display as he took it from her and downed it in two gulps. Gen lifted a perfect brow.

“Thirsty?” she asked, wryly.

He shrugged, “So, how did it go? Didja get that piece on that was givin’ ya hell?”

“Yes, finally,” she murmured, taking a swig of her own beer.

Raph took a seat on her couch and spread his legs. His gaze trailed over her long, lean form appreciatively.

“Ya know, I think I like it even betta when ya dress down,” he observed. “Don’t get me wrong, ya look fuckin’ hot in leather and tight jeans. But right now?”

Raphael growled his admiration. A longing look thickened the air between them, and Gen wondered how it was possible to have the shivers when she felt so heated. Those clear green eyes of his bored into hers, daring her to take the few steps needed to place her in his reach. It was always so intense between them. His desire for her found its way to the surface unerringly every time and her matching lust burned like lava beneath her skin. Her feet were moving before she even realized what she was doing. His triumphant grin faltered at the sound of the doorbell buzzing.

“The pizza,” Immogene explained, changing direction.

By the time she had paid and tipped the delivery girl, Raph had gotten up and made his way into the kitchen. He knew where everything was so she wasn’t surprised to see plates set out and fresh beers for each of them. Humming her approval, she opened the pizza box and breathed deep of the cheesy goodness. They spoke little while they ate. The air still crackled with sexual tension despite the interruption. Immogene licked and sucked at the sauce on her fingers while staring into his eyes, hers alight with mischief.

“There ya go again, tempting tha devil,” he murmured, taking a big swig of his beer.

Her tongue slipped out to delicately lick the corner of her full mouth, and Raphael couldn’t suppress his growl.

“Oh,” she quipped playfully, “have I aroused your interest?”

The brute barked out a sharp laugh, “Fuckin’ hell, woman! When it comes to yer fine ass..."

He smacked his lips lasciviously and growled low, "I'm ready ta go in seconds."

Gen flashed him a knowing smile, sauntering around the table with an indecent sway to her broad hips, and just as he lifted a hand to reach for her, she snatched his plate and headed towards the sink. She heard his bottle of beer clank down on the table and hid her smile as she opened the dishwasher to load it. His muttered "tease" nearly broke her facade as she held in a giggle. She loved this playfulness between them. It was just as much a part of the foreplay as the touching and tasting. It was no surprise when he palmed her ass and then gave it a good sound smack. She stood slowly, making sure to rub her backside against him as she rose. Raph's massive hands grasped her waist tightly, then in a surprising move, he gentled his grip and slid his fingers under the hem of her tank. His fingertips circled her skin softly, just enough to elicit goosebumps, and then his hot mouth opened over the pulse in her neck. Immogene gasped in pleasure as he lapped and sucked at the tender spot. Her arm reached back and angled around his head as she held him to her.

A stuttered sigh escaped her, and he lifted one hand to her mouth, pressing a calloused green finger between her cherry lips. She swirled her tongue around it and sucked, causing him to buck his hips and grind his hardening erection against her ass. She moaned around the thick digit and sucked harder, stoking the flames ever higher. Raphael groaned and suddenly, she found herself on her back on the island peninsula. One large mitt cradled her head, while the other jerked her bottoms clean off. Sliding his free hand under her derriere, he held her carefully so that she could watch in comfort as he feasted between her thighs. He eyed his prize carefully then glanced up at her smug expression.

"Yer wet, but I think ya can do betta than this."

With that, he dove right in. No one had ever eaten her out the way he could. There was no finesse. He lapped, he slurped, he was covered in her cum before the end. Gen felt a wild thrill every time he lifted his face with her juices dripping off his chin. Tonight, he went straight for the kill, thrusting his wide tongue deep within her velvety walls with fervor. She wanted to roll her hips, but he held her tightly to his mouth, leaving no room for movement. She was getting close already, dammit. He released her head to grab at her hips with both hands, lifting her to reach a deeper angle.

"Raph!" she moaned, head tossing from side to side, "Please!"

His tongue pulled out suddenly, but before she could curse him for it, he began to lap aggressively at her clit. Her mouth snapped shut and she took advantage of the moment to buck up. He grabbed her hands and placed them on top of his bald head, and she laughed breathlessly as she understood what he wanted. Pressing down hard, she ground his face into her pussy as he suckled her sensitive nub. He growled and snorted for air, loving when she took control like this. Gen may have been half his size as a human, but she was every bit his equal. A string of curses signaled her release, but he didn't stop licking until her hands fell limp to her sides. The counter was a mess of her cum and his saliva, and he relished the thought of marking another part of her apartment with their mixed scents.

The tender way he lifted her and carried her back to her bedroom was completely at odds with the way she knew he would soon be indulging in her body. Raphael was always mindful of his strength, but he knew exactly how much her Amazonian frame could handle. So, she was shocked when he set her on the edge of the bed, tugging her top over her head and capturing her lips in a very tender, sensual liplock. He undressed slowly, watching her through hooded eyes as he stripped bare. Immogene swallowed hard as inch after inch of his beautifully sculpted body was unveiled. God, he was stunning. Her fingers itched to grab her paints and a canvas with such a perfect model standing tall before her.

Raph watched the war in her eyes. He enjoyed her mind as much as her delectable curves. Smart, creative, fierce, and all his. She leaned back as he approached the bed to crawl over her, then he scooped an arm around her middle and flipped to his shell. Shoving her pillows under his head, he smirked at the bewildered look on her face. She lifted a brow as she sat straddled across his trim waist.

"That's ma girl," he murmured. "Ride me. Show me how yer gonna squeeze that bike between yer thighs."

A slow smile curled her lips and she lifted herself up and caught the tip of his cock at her entrance. She slid down, keeping her walls clenched tight, and reveled at the look of pleasure and pain on his face.

"Fuck, yer tryin' to kill me 'ere, Gen," he groaned.

Immogene grinned, “Then you’ll die a happy man.”

Placing her hands on the top of his plastron, she dug her nails into his chest and rocked her hips. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head at the way his girth rubbed her walls so deliciously. As she bounced on his cock, he gripped the pillows on either side of his head, trying to let her control the pace. Her warmth surrounded him and bathed him in pure unadulterated bliss. As she picked up the pace, her short nails dug deeper into his skin, and he wished for a moment that she could break the thick skin and mark him. Her full breasts swayed with the motion and he couldn’t help sitting up slightly to take one pert nipple in his mouth. The angle pressed her clit against the rough bottom edge of his plastron. 

“Oh damn,” she breathed, feeling another orgasm building low.

Raph let go of her nipple with a wet pop, looking down where they were joined. She was getting close again, he could tell by the manic rhythm she set.

“That’s it,” he cooed, “take what ya need, babygirl. This is all yers.”

Immogene blinked at the unexpected sweetness from the big burly brute. His eyes were sincere and more vulnerable than she was used to seeing. His hands slid to her hips, unable to help himself as he thrust up each time she slammed down. Like a well-oiled machine, they moved in perfect synchrony, racing towards the finish line. Sweat coated their flesh as they slid against one another and as she felt the first wave of her orgasm crest, he jerked her to him in a bruising kiss. He swallowed every moan hungrily, coaxing her tongue into a fierce dance. The second he felt her begin to relax, he rolled them over and pushed her legs up to her chest and wide. His hips pistoned wildly as he chased down his own release.

“Fuuuuck!” he roared as he emptied himself hard enough to make his balls ache.

Sweat dripped from his face, as he held himself up. Wouldn’t do to crush the woman who just fucked him dry. Raphael fell over to the side, quickly gathering her into his arms. He was breathing hard, pressing soft kisses to the nape of her neck.

“That was….a nice surprise,” Immogene noted, carefully.

Raph grunted.

“Yeah, well, ya know what that domestic shit does ta me. Seein’ ya all dressed down, just us an’ beer an’ pizza. I just…well, ya know?” he mumbled into her deep red locks.

Gen smiled to herself. Her brute.

“Yeah, Red, I know.”

♥️

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Don’t Be Cruel | austin!elvis x oc (part 3)

plot summary: Angel Casteel is a small town girl who lucked into working as a makeup artist at a film studio. Unfortunately, her confidence in herself wavers as she is assigned to work with Elvis on his latest motion picture. Overcome by his star power at first, she slowly starts to realize there is a man behind the fame, a man she understands. But as they grow closer, the world grows more turbulent, especially Elvis's world. Will this Angel be able to save Elvis from himself and the people around him? Or will getting mixed up in his word prove to be her downfall as well?

Part 1 | Part 2

pairings: austin!elvis x oc

word count: 1697

warnings/notes: N/A

Chapter 3

              Weeks of filming on Elvis' movie had passed, and I had become his regular companion. In between shoots and redoing his makeup, we would converse. He insisted on having me on set with him rather than in the makeup trailer. He introduced me to his 'Memphis Mafia' comprising of friends and cousins. I met Elvis's father, Vernon, who appeared pleased that Elvis was happy with me around. Colonel Parker, Elvis' manager, met me and seemed unimpressed with my presence. When I was around him and Elvis, he always had a peculiar look in his eyes. It was a gaze that said, "You don't belong here." I didn't like Colonel Parker and wanted to avoid talking to him at all costs. Elvis and I ate lunch together, despite the fact that the other women in the studio were giving me strange stares. On days when we weren't filming, Elvis would bring me to his trailer and play me songs I'd never heard before, like rock and roll and rhythm and blues. There were so many musicians I didn't recognize, negro artists who might have offended my mother and father, but the music impacted my spirit in ways I didn't realize music could. I understood why Elvis appreciated these recordings so much because they stated things that other people would find difficult to express.

              Today was one of those days when filming was paused. The day prior, Elvis had invited me to his trailer. I was finishing up my makeup and styling my hair into an updo with the ends falling just over my neck to keep me cool in the LA heat. My phone rang before I could leave, so I dashed out of the bathroom to answer it.

              “Hello?” I inquired into the receiver.

              “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so glad you picked up.” The twang of my mother's high pitched southern accent immediately set me on edge. “You neva call. I figured you must be so busy out there in the big city that you done forgotten about your little family.”

              Even though she couldn't see me, I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t forget about you guys, Mama. I’m workin’ at a movie studio now. It’s more hours.”

              “Well, whateva. You could still call more. Your Daddy has been worried sick about you. Plus, I haven’t told you about Ethan Rathbone gettin’ caught with Millie Landry in the locka room at the high school hoedown. The town is just up in smoke about it.”

              “Tell Daddy I said hi.” I resisted her attempts to lure me into local gossip, which would have had me on the phone for hours.

              “You could tell him yourself if you were here. Lord knows how much that man depended on you. But I guess you just had to chase your little California dream.”

Her attempts at guilt were making me feel bad about something I didn't feel bad about. “Look, Mama, I really gotta go. I’m gonna be late for work.”

“What movie are you workin’ on now that you can’t talk to your mama?”

My finger twisted around the phone cord. “The new Elvis Presley movie.”

For far too long, there was silence on the other end of the phone. “Elvis Presley? Now why in the hell would they have a young girl workin’ on an Elvis Presley movie? You know I heard about him in all the magazines. He’s a womanizer, you know? Takes advantage of those fans of his just to get his rocks off then leaves ‘em cold. He betta not have done anythin’ to you.”

“I’m not that young and he’s not like that, Mama. He’s actually very nice and sweet and funny—”

“Got his hooks in already I see. The man sure does work fast. Don’t let him get to you, baby. You don’t want your good name sullied by the likes of him. Should be illegal what he’s doin’.”

This discussion was going nowhere, and I was already running late. “Yeah, well, um, sorry Mama but I’m gonna be late for the bus. I really gotta go now. Love you, bye.” Before she could say anything further, I hung up the phone. I sighed deeply. She hadn't changed at all since I'd left Alabama. She still had the ability to drain all the vitality from my body just by speaking. I had to tell myself that she was sincere, but she had a nasty way of expressing it. It didn't make a difference. She wasn't here, and I wasn't stuck with her and her opinions anymore. Now that I could just hang up the phone if I didn't want to hear it, I felt more at ease. I composed myself and walked out the door, not exactly lying to my mother about being late for the bus.

~

Elvis and I were standing outside of his trailer. I was sitting on a lawn chair, laughing at Elvis as he acted out a scene from his film. He posed. “So, I’ll do it like this. How’s that look?”

“It looks like you’re way too happy to see your enemy,” I commented, referring to his wide smile.

“Well, I ain’t gonna look happy when the camera is rollin’.” He returned to his regular standing position before gliding over to me and bowing his head down, so it was directly in front of mine. “I just can’t help bein’ happy when you’re around.”

I laughed, a flush rising across my cheeks. I'd grown accustomed to Elvis's daring flirtation, but that didn't mean I didn't like it and wished he'd do it more often. The more I got to know Elvis, the more I fell in love with him. But being with a backwoods girl like me? What would the press have to say? What would the fans think? I didn't want to be the reason why Elvis' career suffered any more setbacks. He was already battling to keep the ship afloat. Vernon had previously discussed selling the property and horses back in Memphis. “Shut your mouth, Elvis Presley. If you keep treatin’ me special, I might to think I am.”

“You are special, Angel Casteel, especially to me. And I’ll keep tryin’ to convince you of that.”

Before I could respond, a hand came down on Elvis' back, forcing him to stand up straight. It was Billy, another member of his Memphis Mafia. “Will you two get a room already? All this lovey dovey nonsense is sickening.”

I returned to reality, where Elvis's buddies, Vernon and the Colonel, were gathered with Elvis and me on the artificial grass outside the trailer. Billy's heckling made Elvis laugh. “You need to find yourself a lady, Billy. Then maybe you’d understand my pain.” Before returning my gaze, he placed his palm over his heart. “Don’t know how many more rejections I can take.”

Standing to my feet, I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. “Who’s rejectin’ you?”

Elvis drew closer to me once again. “Then kiss me.”

“No,” I said with a poorly veiled grin.

“So you are rejectin’ me?”

I began to walk past him. “No, I’m not.”

He gripped my waist and shoved his front to my back, making me chuckle. “Come, darlin’ Angel. I’m on my knees beggin’.”

“Elvis let me go!” But it was pointless, and all I could do was giggle despite the thrill that raced down my spine as I felt his breath on my neck.

Jerry's voice from inside the trailer interrupted our conversation. “EP, come in here. You gotta see this.” His voice sounded shaky.

Elvis released me and walked in the door. I followed him because I was intrigued about what was making Jerry so agitated. Elvis sat on the couch while Jerry cranked up the volume on the television. The news was on, and Cronkite, the news anchor, had a somber expression. “Officers also reportedly chased and fired on a radio-equipped car containing two white men,” he said over the speakers, “Dr. King was standing on the balcony of his second-floor hotel room tonight when, according to a companion, a shot was fired from across the street.”

I sat down gently next to Elvis, speechless. Many people found Dr. King to be an inspiration. A motivating factor in the civil rights movement. I'd seen him on television giving a speech in Washington, D.C. To have him gunned down like a dog? I couldn't even articulate how disgusted I was.

Elvis' eyes were getting red and filled with tears as he stared at the television. “Dr. King. He always spoke the truth.” I grasped Elvis' hand in mine. He grasped it hard before bringing me down and placing my head on his shoulder. I only allowed myself to be stunned for a few second before calming down and realized he needed the comfort and closeness. As we continued to watch the news, he ran his palm up and down my arm.

“They rushed the 39-year-old Negro leader to a hospital,” Cronkite continued, “where he died to a bullet wound to the neck.”

Jerry made a shaky motion with his head. “Unbelievable. To shoot someone just because you don’t like what they say.”

“People have been shot for less,” I commented.

Elvis sniffled, and his grasp on me tightened. He remained looking at the TV, his eyes gleaming and unblinking. “When I was young and still lived in a negro neighborhood, I used to hear the most wonderful music comin’ from the church tent. The soul and heart of a community flowed out through gospel music that could be heard for blocks. Dr. King fought for that heart and soul, for a world he could see that was better than the one we have.”

I raised my head. “What are you thinkin’, Elvis?” As silent as they were, I could hear the wheels in his skull spinning. Elvis' rebellious spirit had evidently not been dampened by age or a Hollywood career.

“We need to do somethin’,” Elvis said as he met my eyes. “Say somethin’.” He returned his gaze to the television. “What happened to Dr. King, what’s happenin’ in the world…it ain’t nothin’ to stay quiet about.”

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