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prompt 8 and 14 (shy readers first time) and moms bsf wanda

You Were Red and You Liked Me Because I Was Blue

Mom's bsf!Wanda Maximoff x shy!innocent!Romanoff!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, W calls herself Mommy, use of pet names, W fingers R

A/N: I worked on this all day while I didn't feel good and I have a killer headache at the moment so if I missed any warning I'm sorry. I can't think anymore.

The air was cold, without snow falling to distract you it felt unbearable to be waiting for your ride back home for break. Unfortunately you mom was off on a work trip until 3 days before Christmas so instead her best friend, Wanda would be picking you up.

Normally Wanda would have also been preoccupied this time of year, but since her and Vision finalized their divorce and custody of the boys, Vision would be getting them Christmas break first.

You couldn't imagine what that must be like for Wanda. Suddenly after 10 years of family tradition she was alone again and Wanda being alone was never a good thing. You'd known Wanda for a long time. After Natasha helped take down the red room she'd taken you, the youngest widow on the ship under her wing. The day you gained Natasha as a mom, you also gained an aunt Yelena. You had always heard stories of the famous Black Widow that got away and you'd seen Yelena training with others the greatest child assassin the world has ever known. Though you know her now as Auntie Lena who eats Mac and cheese straight out of the pot.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when you see the familiar red subaru ascent. Wanda pulled up with a smile as you opened up the trunk to set your luggage in before quickly getting in the passenger seat with a shiver. Wanda pulled you into her arms, your body instantly heating from her contact.

“Hi sweetheart. How was the flight in?” She asked near your ear, making your heart skip a beat as you pulled back, trying to calm your body down.

“It was fine. Better than having you drive five hours to come grab me.” You told her as you put on your seat belt.

“I wouldn't have minded a 5 hour road trip with you sweet girl.” You bit the inside of your cheek at her words, choosing to stare out the window as she pulled away from the airport.

With Wanda's help you brought your luggage into the house and headed to your room to finally lie down and stretch out. The flight was only an hour and a half and the car ride back was about a half hour. You had barley acknowledged Wanda when she said about her starting on dinner instead choosing to go shower and clean yourself up.

You'd been told that even though you're an adult your mom wanted Wanda there with you. She said it was so you could keep an eye on the other. For Wanda it was so you'd stay out of trouble and for you it was to keep Wanda company. Natasha knew what it was like for Wanda to be alone.

What you and Natasha didn't know though was Wanda had fawned over you since she met you. When Natasha first introduced you and Yelena you always hid away. A little mouse making little to no noise as you moved. Even your thoughts were quiet to Wanda. It was something she found solace in around you. She knew what had happened to you and the other widows. Though you were next step of perfecting what Drekovy wanted out of the widows, total control they had perfected and for you, the only survivor of your age group, an enhanced super soldier serum. It gave you all the same enhancements as Steve and Bucky, but you stayed small, unassuming so no one ever saw you coming.

“Y/N! Dinner's ready sweet girl!” Wanda called up as you looked over yourself in the mirror, the scars lining your arms, shoulders, chest. They were everywhere.

You took the stairs two at a time, hair still damp, but Wanda's cooking smelt too good to keep her waiting. She looked up from moving things from the counter to the dining table. Natasha always used to have these ‘family meals’ where her parents, Yelena, Wanda, Vision, and the boys would come over. They stopped happening when Wanda and Vision decided to get the divorce. A smile was on Wanda's face,

“I made your favorite. Help me move it over to the table.” You happily helped out so the two of you could eat dinner together.

As Wanda was cleaning up and insisting that you go relax on the couch and get a movie ready you watched her from the couch, forgoing a movie and putting on The Office instead. You needed the background noise because to you your thoughts felt so loud that Wanda must be able to hear you if you didn't have something distracting her.

As she finished up and sat next to you she gave no indication of hearing your thoughts which she often did to those around her. Her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against her as if you were two magnets. You bit the corner of your lips trying to watch the show.

You knew Wanda was experienced obviously, she has twins. You on the other hand haven't even gotten the opportunity to kiss a girl or a boy or anyone because from the day you met Wanda all you ever wanted was her. You'd never tell her that though.

She was with Vision when you met her nearly 13 years ago. With everything that happened after that with Thanos and then defeating him without the loss of half the population you could just live life normally for the first time.

Wanda's hand found your thigh, rubbing gently as she watched the show, one the two of you have watched multiple times over the years. You enjoyed sitcoms like she did along with being introduced to reality TV which is just a guilty pleasure really.

“W-Wands…” your voice was barely a whisper and Wanda pretended not to hear you. Not even when you started squirming under her touch as her hand grew closer to your hot center. Her hand squeezed you as you let out a little whimper. “Wands…” you tried again, trying to be louder, but you couldn't. Once again your plea goes unacknowledged as her pinky brushes against your clit, your hands fly down to her wrist. She finally looks at you. You don't dare look at her.

“What's wrong sweet girl?” She asks so innocently as if she has no idea what she's doing.

“W-Wands…I…you…” you fumble with your words. Her other hand reaches your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“What about us sweet girl?” You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. She pulls you onto her lap, her hands resting on your hips. “Just watch the show sweet girl. Let Mommy play.” You felt like fireworks went off in your stomach. Sure you'd heard the boys call Wanda Mommy and yeah you'd heard her call herself Mommy over the years, but never in the tone she just used and never directed at you.

You felt like everything on you was burning except for Wanda's hands that were always cold and clad in rings. You did as told keeping your eyes on the screen until you felt her hand push past your waistband. Your hands once again grabbing her wrist, not because you didn't want her to, you really wanted her too. You were nervous.

“W-Wands…I've never…” Wanda moved forward, tilting her head to look at you.

“Not ever at college?” She questioned. You shook your head.

“N-not even a kiss…” you admitted. Wanda's hand leaving your shorts and moving to your face.

“These precious lips haven't kissed anyone else?” You shook your head, “So I'll be your first?” She asked pulling you closer. All you could manage as your heart pounded was a soft ‘mhmm’ before her lips touched yours.

As her lips meet yours, it's a gentle yet electrifying sensation, sending waves of warmth cascading through you. Wanda's touch is tender, guiding you through this unfamiliar territory with ease and patience. With each fleeting moment, you feel yourself melting into her embrace, the world around you fading into the background.

When Wanda pulls back, there's a brief moment of hesitation, as if time itself is holding its breath. You find yourself lost in her gaze, a mixture of emotions swirling within you – anticipation, vulnerability, and a newfound courage. Slowly, a soft smile tugs at the corners of Wanda's lips, her eyes sparkling with tenderness.

With a gentle brush of her fingers against your cheek, Wanda whispers words of reassurance, her voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the room. And as you lean into her touch, a sense of peace settles within you.

The night carried on without Wanda trying to slip past your shorts instead she kept stealing kisses late into the night before deciding it was time for bed. It was when you moved you could feel just how wet you'd before and you freeze, your thighs smacking tightly together. Wanda stopped, a tug on your hand.

“What's wrong sweet girl?” She looked back at you, confusion etched on her face.

“It…its..icky…” you squirmed and Wanda smirked, taking two steps towards you.

“Don't worry my sweet girl,” she tilted your head up, “Mommy is going to take good care of you.” Her breath against your lip, her voice sweet and thick with her accent, the one you heard all those years ago. Your legs want to turn to jelly.

Wanda wasn't expecting you to stay quiet once her fingers slipped past your wet folds, but you did. Little breathy moans, small whimpers, tiny pleas fell past your lips as your face burned and your eyes screwed shut.

“Don't close your eyes Detka. Look at me.” You could only obey with her voice sounding the way it did. You looked at her, she smiled at you and only picked up her pace.

You squirmed and felt like you were going to burst as you whimpered and tried to get away, but she held you there. You tried closing your legs, but she held them open.

“Open your legs Detka. I wanna see you.” Her nails dug into your thigh.

“F-feels weird…” you squeaked out.

“You're gonna cum for Mommy it'll make you feel better. Go on. Let it happen.” As if your body was waiting on her word, that coil inside of you snapped. Your back arched as your eyes rolled back. “That's a good girl…Mommy’s good girl.” Her fingers slowed down before leaving you. Your eyes closed but soon enough Wanda was helping you sit up.

“Water sweet girl. Take a few sips.” You did as told, knowing Wanda always knew best. When she felt you had enough she tapped your cheek and you let go.

She helped you clean yourself up, the cool towel feeling nice against your hot skin and then into pajamas which only consisted of an old band t-shirt of Wanda's and a pair of your panties. As she got the two of you settled into your bed, holding you against her chest. Her fingers moved through your hair as your eyes began to flutter she spoke,

“We're going to have a lot of fun until your mom comes home.” You smiled against her skin. You almost hoped she wouldn't be home for Christmas if it meant more time playing like this with Wanda.

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yumimak · 11 months

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Fourth Times the Charm - Prolouge

Hey guys! So I had this idea for an angsty Neteyam story that was a mix of like ‘one sided’ enemies to lovers but also grumpy/sunshine without making Neteyam a total butthole. I think this prologue gives a good idea of how I am going to do that, I really hope you enjoy!

Please read the A/N at the end if you are intrested!!

Neteyam

Finding a mate was something most Na’vi looked forward to. Traditionally, it was the first step that was taken after passing the rites of passage. That special bond was desired and sought out by almost everybody.

I, for one, was never really one of these people.

I was one of the youngest people to pass their Iknimaya and was the youngest to become a warrior in our clan. My father was Olo’eyktan and some day I would be too.

Knowing this, the idea of finding a mate never really interested me past the age of 10. From a young age I’ve been very aware of the possible threats posed against our clan. So from that age I decided that I would put all my energy towards being the best warrior and future leader I could be.

I believe it was a good choice on my part. After all those years I’d become the esteemed warrior I’d always wanted to be. Through it all my clan stayed safe and I’ve always had my family by my side.

What more could I ever want or need? What more fulfillment would a woman give that I had not given myself?

Sadly, my logic did not align with the tradition of being a future leader. Because where there was an Olo’eyktan there would always be a Tsahik. So although I was okay with not finding a mate, the lack of having a future Tsahik was starting to concern much of the clan, especially my parents.

My mother and my father had one of the best love stories I have ever heard in my life. They knew how great the right bond could be and it was evident they wanted me to find my mate so I could be as happy as they are. They saw how hard I worked to be the warrior I am today, there was no doubting my skills or capability of being Olo’eyktan someday. So now all they wanted was for me to settle down and find my Tsahik.

They never forced me though, only making a few comments here and there. They tried to be understanding, telling themselves I was just taking my own path and would eventually find a woman in the clan that I’d want to be with. But on the other hand, it was traditional to be mated by the age of 21 so when I had yet to show interest in finding a mate of my own at 18, they began arranging women for me to court.

I know that it was their last resort, they had never really liked the idea of forcing mates together since they knew first hand how powerful a bond was when you truly loved the other. I think that’s why they never forced me to actually bond with any of the women permanently. I think the plan was to encourage the idea of how great having a mate could be.

Their plan failed.

In one year I went through three arranged courtships, each possible mate worse than the one before.

There was Tallulah, Lì'ee, and Aìyana.

Tallulah was picked from our clan and our courtship lasted a mere three weeks. She was a year younger than me but I had known her my entire life seeing as she was a good friend of Kiri’s. She was intelligent, beautiful, and a talented forager. They were great traits for a Tsahik to have which is why I think my parents picked her. Although I admired her for all of those things, I could not for the life of me see her as more than my little sister’s friend.

Luckily Tallulah didn’t take me ending the courtship too roughly. She understood and simply hoped the two of us could still stay cordial. There were no hard feelings; her and Kiri remained friends, and Tallulah and I never had any animosity towards each other.

I wish I could say the next two ended the same.

Lì'ee was a young woman from a nearby clan in the forest. She was the oldest child of the Olo’eyktan, and although whoever she mated with would become the next Olo’eyktan, she couldn’t seem to find a mate.

That should have been an instant red flag to my parents.

Lì'ee and I’s courtship lasted three months and it started off great. She was very sweet and caring, raised to be an amazing Tsahik. I could see myself building a future with her, until we hit the three month mark. By then I began to understand why nobody had wanted to court her.

She was atrociously needy and practically demanded all my attention. It didn’t matter if I was with my family or friends, or even out on a hunt. If I was not by her side 24/7 I would come back to her upset or even crying. I had tried to comply with her needs, reducing my personal and even family time to be with her, but it was never enough.

On top of all of that she had absolutely no backbone. Yes, she was sweet as could be and it was lovely, but that was all she was. She couldn’t stand up for herself at all whether in a social setting or out in the wild. I swear Tuk was mentally stronger than Lì'ee even at her young age.

Yet, I put up with all of these flaws hoping one day I would get used to it or she would grow the fuck up. That never happened, and somehow it got worse.

I was never intimate with Lì'ee. Maybe a kiss on the cheek or the back of the hand but that was all. It never felt right to do anything more with her but she could not respect that. She constantly begged for more, to be intimate even when I stated I had not wanted to be. My last straw was when I overheard her speaking to a group of girls about our ‘amazing sex life’ that never was.

I never desired to be rude to the girl at any point, and I in no way wanted to ruin her pure reputation by telling her lies. So I kept her actions a secret from all, even my parents asked why I ended our courtship. To them I was just being picky.

Lastly, and worst of all, there was Aìyana.

When choosing my next possible mate they decided to look further than our clan and other forest clans all together. Aìyana was the daughter of Öyatx, an Olo’eyktan of one of the Ash clans.

The ash people were located high in the mountains where the forest ended far from the Omaticaya. They were mighty, composed of the strongest warriors of Pandora. An impenetrable force for any enemy who even thought of going against them.

Though they were so strong, they were also some of the most peaceful Na’vi to walk our land. They never exerted their strength unless absolutely necessary. When I met Aìyana it had been decades since their clan had seen a war.

My parents knew this which is why I think they were so quick to introduce us and begin our courtship, because if we mated our clan would be forever connected to the ash people. I would find my mate and the clan would have the fiercest warriors of Pandora backing us.

What could go wrong?

Me not liking her.. that’s what I thought could go wrong. There was no way I could reject the daughter of Öyatx without there being major consequences for our people.

Luckily, not liking her was nearly impossible.

I was star-struck the moment Aìyana stepped foot in our clan. Yes, all the women before were beautiful, but nothing compared to her beauty. Her skin was dark blue, closer to a shade of gray than the more vibrant blue I was used to seeing. Her hair, long and soft, was pure white complimenting her glowing freckles beautifully. And then there were her eyes, a shade deep red that I thought I could never get tired of gazing into.

Her physical beauty only scratched the surface of the many layers of Aìyana. We instantly connected in our first conversation. She was oh so funny, with a beautiful smile that could brighten even the gloomiest of days.

She was the first woman I genuinely desired a courtship with.

As time progressed I never lost feelings for her, they only seemed to grow far past the capacity I believed feelings for people could grow. She was the strong warrior I expected her to be considering where she was from, but she was also so sweet and caring. She knew how to be soft and open up about her emotions, but she also knew how to listen when you spoke. She was one of the most understanding people I thought I could ever meet.

I never opened up about my emotions, as I grew up I only ever felt that it was a burden for whoever I decided to tell. But with Aìyana, it was different. She’d insist on me opening up to her when I was obviously obsessed, ensuring I knew I didn’t have to but also promising it was okay for me to open up to her.

I was so nervous the first time I opened up to her, fidgeting with my hands until she took it upon herself to hold them. Talking to her was like nothing I had ever felt before. She didn’t make fun when I spoke of my hurts, nor did she laugh when a few tears embarrassingly fell from my eyes. It was so relieving that I almost didn’t know what to do with that empty space where my burdens would normally sit. But when she held me that night, I decided to devote that space to her.

She was the first person I felt truly saw me, the first person I was ever truly intimate with, and the only person I wanted by my side for the rest of my life. I was totally and irrevocably in love with her.

We courted for six months before we decided we wanted to finally mate with one another. It was traditional in arranged courtships for the soon-to-be mated pair to visit the others clan for a celebration of the clans union before having another celebration in the clan they planned on residing in.

In respect of this tradition, Aìyana, my parents, and I all flew to her clan up in the mountains. It was dark there but very beautiful. Aìyana was quick to show me around and introduce me to all her friends. I was nervous that they would not like me, but they were inviting and I felt as if I fit right in.

A certain part of me was anxious that something would go wrong, but I knew that it was just my nature and that after six months with Aìyana nothing could go wrong.

And nothing did for the first few days, but looking back, I wish I had listened to my gut because things can always go wrong.

- Two years ago -

The night here is so much different than at home. There are much less trees and far more caves up here, it would be much harder to navigate if it wasn’t for the white glow of the moon right now.

Today Aìyana and I did not spend as much time together as usual. It was more of a quality time day for her to be with her family and friends alone before our celebration tomorrow night.

I spent the day with my family, which was fun, but now since night had fallen I was on my way to Aìyana’s hut where we planned on meeting.

When I arrive though she isn’t there. I brushed it off though, I was early and she hasn’t seen her friends in six months, she wasn’t obliged to rush back to me when after tomorrow she’d be leaving her home to officially become Omaticaya.

Uncomfortable with staying in her hut while she wasn’t there, I decided to take a little walk. Maybe she’d be home by the time I got back.

My walk is peaceful, by this time most have retired to their huts for the night. I venture into a small bout of trees similar to the forest, exploring more of this foreign area when a laugh catches my attention. It’s a beautiful harmony that I recognize as none other than my Aìyana’s.

I smile, glad to hear she is enjoying her time with her friends, before deciding to continue my walk in the opposing direction. As I turn through another woman's voice stops me in my tracks. “He cried?” she laughs.

“Like a little baby,” Aìyana responds.

My heart sinks, she couldn’t possibly be talking about me.

Another woman speaks next, “So much for mating with a ‘mighty warrior.’ Who would’ve thought Toruk Makto’s son was so soft.”

“Why are you even staying with him?” another asks.

“Well, it would benefit both of our clans. And my dad plans on mating me with someone else anyway, so why not just get it over with instead of wasting a bunch of time picking suitors.”

“Okay but you’ve got to tell us.. how’s he in bed?”

Aìyana sighs deeply, “Amazing in theory, sometimes I’m just not mentally there, it’s whatever. Anyways, speaking of ‘being in bed’ I’ve got to be somewhere before a certain someone comes crying at my doorstep.”

The group laughs bidding Aìyana goodbye, but I can’t help the pang of hurt that I feel in my chest. Especially when one of the girls yells after her, ‘Tell Tavo we said hi!!!’

My heart sinks impossibly deeper in my chest, who the hell was Tavo?

I decided to extend my walk, trying to convince myself that I was making all of this up. But how could I when I’d heard it all with my own two ears.

After prolonging my return to Aìyana’s tent, I decide to finally make my way back. I needed to speak to her about what I had heard. Despite it breaking my heart, another completely delusional part of me believed that we could work past this.

As I arrive at her tent all hope drains from my body though. The sounds from inside the tent burn their way into my ears. The mix of moans between the woman I love and a man that was not me fills me with dread, betrayal, and anger.

A part of me wanted to barge in, embarrass the two and unleash my anger in a way suitable for the Toruk Makto’s son. In a way that would prove to her that I was way too mighty to just sit back and take this.

But the reasonable part of me tells me it’s not worth it. It tells me that although I love her to the moon and back, the extent of her love hardly reached the forest.

- Present -

That night I went straight to my family hut, holding back the tears that threatened to pour from my eyes as I told my family we were leaving. My parents attempted to argue it but I was persistent so, despite their wishes, we left.

I spent the entirety of the next week sulking alone in my hut. Seeing as nobody had a clue as to why I ended things with Aìyana, everyone was concerned. I just wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.

But when Aìyana’s father became infuriated with my impulsive decision to leave and not mate with his daughter, the threat of war knocked at our clan's door. I could tell my father blamed me for this, he was mad that I had ended things and even more upset that I wouldn’t tell anyone why.

That next week Kiri came to my hut in the night. She’d brought me dinner and sat with me as I ate. She didn’t try to force me to speak or anything, she just wanted to know that was okay and that meant the world to me.

That night when she left she gave me a big hug, my first hug since Aìyana. I did the one thing I’d been trying to do at that moment, I broke down like the crybaby I am.

It was humiliating, crying in my little sister's embrace, but I knew that if I could trust anyone it would be my dearest sister Kiri. So when she pulled away and asked me to talk to her, I did. I told her every event of that wretched night, leaving her stunned and angry.

Before leaving that night Kiri promised she wouldn’t tell a soul of what happened. She did ask me to at least tell our father that Aìyana was unfaithful, she promised he would understand.

Trusting Kiri, I told my dad that I had overheard Aìyana’s betrayal and that’s why I had decided to leave her. To my surprise my father more than understood, he was infuriated. I asked my father not to expose her though because although she had hurt me, I still felt a deep love for the woman.

He agreed but still with two furious Olo’eyktan’s butting heads, war was inevitable.

The almost two year fight was rough and draining for the clan, but when it did finally end, the Omaticaya came out on top.

Grieving my love for Aìyana was rough, but throughout the first year of the war I learned not to crave her, I learned to be alone again, and I had come to love it once more.

By the end of the war I was completely over the woman and what she’d done to me. I was myself again, strong and mighty all around. In pure spite, I gave up on keeping what Aìyana did a secret.

With the humiliation of a cheating daughter, and having a war that could have been completely avoided if it wasn’t for her. The ash clan, that I am proud to have no more connections with, surrendered.

Now it had been a little over two years since the war had begun, and six months since it had ended.

Everything had been back to normal these past six months and I couldn’t have been happier.

Well, until today when I was told of my fourth arranged courtship.

I thought that I was past this shit, and that Aìyana was the perfect example that nothing good would come from this and that I was better off by myself.

That didn’t matter though because in one week I will be thrown down the rabbit hole again, but luckily this time I know what to expect. And I’d be damned before I got hurt all over again.

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A/N:

Hi guys!! Okay so the reader will be intorduced in the next part! I really hope you are enjoying my story idea so far, I've been absolutly obsessing over the plot in my head. I really wanted to write more angst than my other story Anomaly (which I am still working on promise!) To all my current Anomaly readers, I have tagged you from my taglist from that story here so that you would know about the new story, but if you aren't intrested in being tagged on this one just tell me. :)) Okay okay, it's like three am, i'm going to sleep now. Much love to you all!!- Mak

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youareabird · 1 year

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James Cordon

Lights flashed as a sound of applause sounded. You sat comfortably on a long couch, Bella on your right and James Corden sitting on a chair beside the couch. The audience was full of people of all ages, wearing masks and sitting in silence.

"Bless you for being here, Thank you so much for coming Bella and Y/N. It's you first time here in Los Angeles, are you guys loving This Los Angeles sunshine that you've been greeted by?" James began.

Bella opened their mouth and spoke, "I've seen like 10 minutes total of sunshine since I've been here. I got here like December 30th and it's really has been raining."

"Its just rained every day." you say lightly. Your legs were crossed at the ankles and your hand was in your lap, the other laying behind Bella on the couch.

"It's nice, it's quite British."

"Yeah, it's- it really is, it does feel like home doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, it does now, we're into a new year. 2023. Uh, Y/N did you make any resolutions at the start of this year? Any intentions?"

"I mean, I'd love to get more sleep." You laugh lightly, eyes fixated on the older man. "There wasn't much of it last year."

"Yeah that's right." Bella agreed. The glasses that perched on their nose glistened with each movement of her head. Their blue clad arm yanked yours from behind, resting it on the couch in-between the both of you. Hand centimeters away from yours.

"Now, Bella, we're so thrilled you're here were all such fans. You are from a pat of the united kingdom called, Leicestershire. Now, that's such a lovely part of the country. Now, some British actors struggle with an American accent but yours is absolutely brilliant.-"

"Thank you."

"- How did you get your accent in such great shape?"

"Um, I had a dialect coach which was helpful and uh we started the, the first phrase I mastered was like 'Olive oil.'"

"Olive oil."

"Its really hard, like olive oil is hard and also, ****"

"Wow." he laughed shockingly.

"Yeah, I remember just hearing them say it all the time on set, same with olive oil." you laugh, remembering the memories of being on set.

"We're curse words an important part of the learning dialect?"

"Yeah, because the the character I play, Ellie. Curses in the show like every two seconds so like that was definitely important and like I mean there's so many."

"Oh yeah, there wasn't a part of the day where you wouldn't hear her saying some words. I cursed so much growing up, so I was very proud."

"And did you ever get in trouble?"

"Oh yeah, I got grounded so many times after they heard. They were so shocked at the words that came out of my mouth at such a young age."

"So, Y/N have you spent any time in the United Kingdom? What do you think of the place?"

"Yeah I do."

"Okay, do you enjoy it when you're there?"

"Yeah I do, I go there pretty often to see this joker. Its very expensive over there." you shrugged, feeling the warmth from your friends' hand inch closer to yours, "I don't usually have to pay, get treated like royalty over there." you laugh.

"Treated like royalty?"

"Oh yeah, Bella makes sure I'm indulging in all the food and having the best time over there."

"Now, lets talk about your guys' highly anticipated show. I think this is going to be one of the biggest shows of the year. Its called, 'The last of us.' and tell us who you play and what it's about."

"Yeah, so, I play Ellie Williams. She journeys across uh America with uh a guy called Joel who she really doesn't really take to initially. Um, they travel looking for a sort of a cure for this cordyceps infection which is ravaging, um, the world because Ellie is somehow immune. And along the journey she meets Jamie which is Y/N's character and they sort of become friends."

"Right, and its basically its kind of like its all taking place in the sort of zombie apocalypse."

"Yes."

"I mean, how do you think you would fare in such an apocalypse, would you be good-"

"Terrible, my response to stress is often to freeze. So fight, flight will freeze and they tend to freeze. Um, actually, the zombies in this show, the clickers, like like the whole point is that if you need if you are completely still then they're not going to figure out where you are. So maybe I would be okay?"

"Like Jurassic park."

"I've never seen Jurassic park."

"You've never seen Jurassic park?"

"Really?" you gasp with surprise.

"The gasps, my goodness. Never."

"Any of them?"

"No."

"You absolutely should."

Pointing toward the crowd, "Well, they're all old enough to watch the original and I'm not but I've still seen all of them. They're were my favorite movies growing up." you say.

They looked towards you, eyes wide, "You'll have to show me them then."

"Maybe we can watch them when we get back to the hotel." you say smugly. A smile dancing along your face.

"You two seem to be very close."

"We are." Bella confirmed.

"People think you're dating sometimes."

"yeah, we've heard that a lot."

"You guys seem to flirt unknowingly."

You sigh as he says that, "I don't think its unknowingly." you joke lightly. A pinky finger reaches yours, intertwining tightly.

"We should be dating." they said matter of factly, looking at you with wide eyes.

James smiles lightly at the interaction, a smile on his face as he watched you two talk. The crowd was going crazy, eating up every word that you two spoke. "We should." you agree, eyes flittering across Bella face.

"I hate to interrupt but we should be ending this pretty soon. Do have anything else you want to say?"

Still looking at Bella, you pull their hand into your lap. "Yes, actually -" you began. Rubbing your thumb across the back of their hand, "Bella, you wanna do me the honor of completing everyone's dream"

"I would love." he says dreamily.

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #bellaramsey #bella ramsey fanfic #hbo the last of us #bella #ramsey #bella x reader #tlou #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #lgbtqia

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random-sparks-98 · 10 months

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Sunlit Gotham Universe Notes

Batfam Notes:

- Due to moving around the batfam timeline a bit, Jason is the only one who has died who has been fully buried and then revived (Steph’s heart stopped for about three minutes when Black Mask captured her, and Damian has not been killed.)

- Damian came to Gotham earlier than canon, and is currently 10 years old and in 4th grade at Gotham Academy

- Jon Kent is also going to be the same age as Damian in this AU

- Jason Todd is going be announced as Legally Alive before the beginning of the story (Yes, he is still Red Hood, but he doesn’t kill anymore (most of the time))

- Bruce will NOT be going missing in time

- This means that Tim never drops out of high school, gets emancipated, and becomes CEO of a company at the age of 17. It also means that Dick will not have been Batman

- Selina and Bruce are dating - he’s gonna probably propose soon, but big life events keep happening (like adopting new children every few months) so he hasn’t yet. He claims he’s waiting for a time when everything is calm. His children call bullshit and say he’s just scared she’ll say no

- Selina totally knows that he already has the ring and is honestly just teasing him and stressing him out more by making comments and jokes every so often

How does Wonder Woman not know about the demigods?

- When the Greek Amazons went to live on Themyscira they became cut off from the rest of the mortal world. This means that they weren’t aware of Camp moving around to follow Olympus

- Diana was born WAY before the First Great Prophecy, and technically isn’t a true demigod because she was sculpted from clay - therefore not really part mortal

- By the time Diana had left the island, demigods had gone underground and general society forgot that they existed. Both camps are kept secret so that the demigods are safe, so Diana hasn’t heard about them and assumes that the demigods are just no more

- Due to the Mist, Off World League Missions, Rescue Ops, and the fact that she lived in Paris for a while, Diana hasn’t been around during any of the major battles - or her focus was elsewhere

- Donna Troy might show up at some point, and the same logic about leaving Themyscira works for her too. We’re going with the Magical Duplicate origin story for her, so again, doesn’t quite count as mortal enough for the prophecy

- Cassie Sandsmark originally used magical artifacts to help Diana fight crime and was later ret-conned into being either a daughter of Zeus or a granddaughter of Zeus. The ret-con is going to be brought up in the story and we can all thank the Flashes for messing up the timeline. But basically she doesn’t become a proper descendant of Zeus until after the Titan War and therefore the prophecy doesn’t apply to her either

Children of Apollo have the following abilities According to the Riordan Wiki:

- They can curse others to only speak in rhyming couplets that can take days or even weeks to wear off (depending on strength and number of people in the spell)

- They are expert archers, inherited from their father. However, the children of Apollo who are healers tend to be less skilled with this (as seen with Will Solace)

- They also excel at anything involving throwing or shooting stuff, like shooting hoops or shooting firearms or other missile weapons

- They are skilled in physical contests and games

- They excel in the arts

- They are skilled musicians

- Vitakinesis: As the children of Apollo, they are natural healers. They can heal people by singing a hymn to their father (in Ancient Greek).

- Audiokinesis: As the children of Apollo, they have the ability to control sound waves and music

- It is extremely rare that a child of Apollo can possess complete photokinesis, as only Apollo himself and the Titan of Light, Hyperion, and the Titan of the Sun, Helios, have been known to use the ability

- From what can be gleaned from The Demigod Diaries, it can be presumed that some, or even all of Apollo's children possess a limited form of precognition

- Thanks to a curse, all the children of Apollo have a terrible fear of snakes

In this AU, souls have auras that are unique to each soul. Demigod children with parent’s who deal with light (ex: Apollo or Iris) can see the auras if they focus really hard. Children of Apollo will often use it as a way to check how well a patient is healing as the brighter the aura the healthier the person.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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The mistletoe 🎄

Really fucking fluffy. Eddie is a crybaby. Little talks of smut

Slight age play

Eddie didn't quite pay attention to what certain things during the holidays meant. He wasn't sure why people sang in the freezing cold. Why his mommy forced him to put up a Christmas tree. Or why his mommy put plants on the ceiling.

"it's a mistletoe baby, you stand under it and you have to kiss the person underneath it with you" she said as she held his small waist as he taped it to the doorway.

"so we get to kiss mommy?" He smiled as he jumped off the chair. Her hands still on his waist.

"yes baby" she laughed

Eddie smashed his lips on hers as fast as he could. Humming as he tasted his cum from earlier still on her tongue.

"but just mommy, got it?" She demanded as she pulled away. Her right hand slipping in his back pocket

"only for mommy" he smiled

When she left to grab things for dinner he quickly went to the store. Searching for the green plant anywhere.

"can I help you look for something?" A sweet older lady asked as Eddie searched through the aisles.

"yes! Mommy said they are called mistletoes" he explained. The lady looked at him strange.

"how old are you son?"

"22, why?"

"nothing. Follow me"

Eddie happily followed the lady, eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree when he found an aisle filled with mistletoes.

He thanked the lady as he grabbed handfuls after handfuls of the small green decoration.

He got home before she did, smiling and tearing open every package. He had a total of 10 and he knew exactly where they were going.

He placed a mistletoe over the front door, the kitchen table, over the fridge, the showerhead, the bathroom door, their bedroom door, their headboard, their closet, the light above their couch. He put one every single place he knew they would have to be at during the day. His plan? Kiss mommy every single time she moved a step.

He sat sitting on the couch patiently waiting for her to walk through the door. The second he heard her keys he raced to the door. Standing right in front of it as she opened it.

"GOD!" She screamed. Jumping out of her skin as Eddie stood there with a huge smile. A Santa hat on his head.

"you scared me baby" she laughed as she kissed his cheek. Moving to set the groceries in the kitchen but stopped when Eddie whined

"mommy wait!"

She turned around and looked at him

He was bouncing on his feet, his Santa hat swinging as he couldn't sit still.

"what baby? I kinda need to put the groceries away"

Eddie smiled as he pointed up. Her eyes followed his direction to see a small mistletoe above the door

"did you put that there?" She asked. She remembered putting it in the hallway entrance.

"it's Christmas!" He cheered. She shook her head and walked up to him

Lifting her head as he leaned down. Cupping her jaw as he kissed her slowly.

She pulled away before he would have liked. Carrying the groceries into the kitchen. He smirked as she placed them on the table. Oblivious to another mistletoe above her head.

"coming to help baby?" She asked, seeing Eddie moving closer to stand next to her

"no I don't want to" he shook his head. She rolled her eyes. Eddie never wanted to help with the groceries.

"if you help, I'll let you have the treat I bought you" she smirked

"what's the treat?"

"help me first"

"no mommy"

"yes Eddie"

"mommy no!" He stomped his foot. He didn't want to put away groceries. He wanted her to throw him on the kitchen table and kiss him until his breath was taken away.

"Edward, what did I say about your stomping?" She scolded

"good boys don't act like brats" he pouted. Slowly looking through the bags of groceries. Excitement filling him as he saw a new box of condoms. He blushed and snatched the box. Quickly bringing it to their bedroom.

"EDDIE THAT'S NOT HELPING!" she yelled after him.

He decided to be a good boy and wait until she was done with putting away the groceries. Sitting on the table as he dangled his legs. He loved watching her do the most simplest things. Somehow she looked breathtaking just by putting away groceries. He was growing embarrassingly hard in his jeans when she bent over to throw stuff in the freezer.

He kept looking up and giggling at the mistletoe. Just waiting for her to finally be done.

"okay baby, why do you keep giggling? And why is your cock hard?" She sighed. Her hand gesturing to where his cock is very noticeable in his jeans

"mommy look" he said once again pointing up to the ceiling

"another one?" She asked confused. But Eddie dragged her in by hooking his legs around her waist. Trapping her against him.

"you have to kiss me" he giggled. Throwing his arms over her shoulders, pushing her into him with his feet.

She laughed and kissed his cheek, pulling away to see a huge pout

"that's not a real kiss" he growled. His eyebrows scrunching in displeasure

"never said it had to be on the lips" she teased. Grabbing his legs and unhooking him from her.

"mommy that's not fair. You never said that" he whined. His hands folding into fists. Trying his hardest not to bang them against the table

"nice try baby. Should have helped with the groceries" she smirked heading to begin dinner.

Eddie grumbled in his chest. Kicking himself off of the table with a huff. Making sure he stomped his feet as he walked past her. He wanted her to know just how upset he was

"YOU ARE MEAN MOMMY!" he yelled as he slammed the bathroom door. Within seconds he was crying as he sat on the floor. His head in his knees.

She sighed as she closed the fridge. Flinching as he slammed the door. She marched to the bathroom, preparing to ruin him for raising his voice.

She yanked open the door, but the scolding died in her tongue. Seeing her baby crying into his knees as he rocked.

"baby what's wrong?" She cooed softly. Sitting on the toilet across from him

"you..." Sniffle "don't" hiccup "LOVE ME" he screamed. More tears falling down his face as he swatted her hands away from touching him.

"baby that's not true" she said softly, forcing her arms around him. Ignoring as he threw a fit to try to get out of her touch

"then why won't you kiss me? I've been a good boy! Haven't I?" He sniffled. His puppy eyes were red and puffy as he looked up at her.

"mommy is very sorry for hurting your feelings. You are a good boy. You've been so good. Mommy is proud of you" she said into his hair. Kissing his forehead as she leaned back.

Cupping his wet cheeks and wiping off his tears.

"it's okay mommy. I'm sorry for slamming the door and yelling" he hiccuped, allowing his body to melt in her arms.

"why don't you grab your Santa hat and we make dinner and some ice cream. Mommy bought your favorite" she poked his nose as he smiled. Jumping up fast as he opened the door.

He stepped aside so she could walk out but grabbed her hand

"mommy?" He asked

"yes baby?" She turned around to look at him

He smiled as he pointed up

Her eyes caught yet again another mistletoe

Before she could question it, he smashed his lips on hers. He grabbed her hands and moved them slowly to his ass. She got the hint and slapped his hard. His body shuttering against hers as he shoved his tongue in her mouth. He refused to not get what he wanted. Every time she tried to pull away he pressed himself into her harder. Tangling his hand into her hair, refusing to let her go anywhere. He was fully prepared to go breathless when her hands moved away from his ass and up his back. One hand digging into his long hair and yanking it. Forcing his lips off of hers.

He moaned as she yanked harder, her lips licking his neck softly as she moved her lips up to his ear. Yanking his earlobe with her teeth, then pulling away. Pecking his lips softly

"dinner first baby"

Eddie set the table as he waited for her to finish making his plate. Standing behind her as she topped his plate of spaghetti with three meatballs.

"can I have four today?" He asked, kissing the back of her neck softly

"yes baby. Go grab something to drink"

He smiled as he walked over to the fridge, forgetting about the mistletoe he added

"oh mommmmmmmy" he sang. Her eyes snapped to him as she set the plate on the table

He nodded his head towards the fridge. Her eyes landed on another green decoration. She had a good feeling his ass went and bought every single one the store had. But he was adorable and kissing him definitely wasn't bad.

"I'm coming baby" she giggled, walking over to him as she kissed his lips softly. Not letting him get carried away like last time. Pulling away fast enough as she grabbed herself a beer and headed to the table.

Eddie changed into his plaid pajama pants. Throwing on his Santa hat as he ran to the living room. Sitting on the couch and covering his naked chest with a blanket.

"here baby" Y/N said as she handed him his bowl of ice cream, sliding herself next to him. He sat up and grabbed the bowl. Placing his back against her chest as he rested between her legs. Eating his ice cream within seconds. His body relaxing as her hands moved along his smooth chest. Her nails scratching his nipples softly. He moaned and moved his head back into her shoulder. His eyes catching the mistletoe. He looked at her, her eyes glued to the movie. He nudged her neck with his nose. She hummed softly but didn't think anything of it. She was used to Eddie nuzzling his face into her neck. Her hands were still moving around on his chest. Not noticing her touch was driving him crazy

He softly kissed her neck, one hand holding tight on the glass bowl as the other one reached for her cheek, turning her to face him.

Her eyes snapped away from the movie, looking down at him with a small smile. He removed his mouth from her neck and kissed up her cheek

"mistletoe" he whispered, latching his lips onto hers. She moaned at the coldness of his lips and the flavor of mint.

She had a feeling he put a mistletoe in every part of their house.

She found the remaining mistletoes around the house over a span of a day

When they took their morning shower together, she noticed it hanging as she removed the showerhead to wash his hair.

He giggled and pulled her in for a kiss.....which led to shower sex.

A classic spot on their bedroom door.

One above their headboard. Which didn't stay on long when Eddie rode her cock so hard it flung off their bed.

One resting on top of their closet door.

"Eddie how many do you have? I've found like nine"

"I bought 10" he said confidently

"where's the 10th?" She asked confused, she doesn't even know where else he would have put one

"one second!" He said excitedly. Racing to the bedroom.

She heard him shuffling around. Small giggles echoed throughout the house

"Eddie?" She asked, opening their bedroom door

He quickly stood up straight, standing inches away from their bed.

"you have to find it mommy" he smirked

"oh so baby wants to play?" She laughed, walking towards him slowly

She pushed him on the bed, crawling on his lap as his puppy eyes watched over her.

She moved her hands towards his sweatpants, lifting his loose shirt, kissing his chest slowly as she yanked the shirt off

"not under there" she teased, licking around his right nipple, sucking harshly.

"you're close mommy" he moaned. Whining as she yanked his nipples.

She hummed in acknowledgement. Moving herself further down his body. Landing near his belly button. Sucking on the soft skin of his stomach. Loving the small pouch that was starting to grow.

"warmer" he moaned

She smirked as she bit the skin on his stomach.

Moving herself down to his cock. Slowly pulling down his pants.

Smiling as the mistletoe rested just on the top of his boxers

"oh wow sweet boy. So clever" she praised

He blushed and giggled. Happy that he impressed his mommy

"thank you mommy. You did say the kiss didn't have to be on the lips"

She laughed at his words, nodding her head as she kissed his cock through his boxers. Light pecks. Enjoying the small bits of precum that soaked through the material.

"that's true baby. Good job at listening" he whined at the praise. Bucking his hips up against her face.

"since I was a good boy can you touch me please?" He asked. Hope filling his huge eyes as he looked down at her

"oh yes baby. Mommy is gonna suck you dry"

He watched as she pulled his cock out of his boxers. Keeping the boxers on so the mistletoe rested above his cock.

She kissed along his length softly. The mistletoe hit the top of her head when she reached his tip.

"fuck mommy" he whined. She didn't bother to tease. Already tasting his precum. He'd probably been hard ever since he thought about this little idea.

"how does it feel baby?" She asked, coming up for air before shoving her mouth back down his cock. Easily taking him all the way down her throat.

"mhhm" Eddie muffled out. He couldn't think straight. He was clenching the sheets as hard as he could. Throwing his head back as she removed her mouth again. Keeping a hand on his cock as she pumped him

"I don't think that was clear" she teased

"I....mhhm..yes"

He was breathlessly panting. Broken words in broken sentences. He was already crying. Bucking his slutty hips up into her hand. He fucked her hand like he was desperate, which he was.

"please suck" he breathed out. Puppy eyes looking down at her. Her mouth was in a smile, so close to his red tip but she refused to get closer. He concentrated as hard as he could. Moving his hips just a tad bit higher, sighing in success when his tip brushed across her lip. He repeated the action. Just smacking the tip, eyes pleading she'll give in.

She smiled at his concentration. His eyebrows scrunched, his nose crinkled, and his adorable tongue poked out from behind his teeth.

"well seems like you have no issues talking in complete sentences when you're demanding orders" she teased, licking his tip slowly when he pushed himself back into her. She fully removed his boxers.

"I said please!" He tried to defend. He used manners, he was still being a good boy. The panic was settling in his eyes and his body clenched. Waiting for her to pull away. Waiting for the punishment since he demanded an order

"okay baby. Just relax" she cooed. Sucking him slowly as she moved further down his cock.

Usually the one sucking the cock would be the one gagging, crying and choking.....

Eddie was sobbing as he hit the back of her throat. She moaned around him, her fingers dipping into herself as she watched Eddie cry above her. His gorgeous eyes closed as the tears fell. It sounded like he was trying to talk but choked moans came out instead. She rubbed his thighs with her left hand and used her right to massage his balls. Groaning as they felt so full and heavy.

She was prepared to take his cum. Making sure she had enough room for his load to shoot down. But then he grabbed her hand, shaking it back and forth. She removed herself fast, not noticing he was trying to get her attention

Now hearing his small cries of

"mommy stop please"

She kept her hand in his, quickly moving up the bed next to his face

"shh baby what's wrong? Too sensitive? Stop crying and talk to me" she said softly. Pecking his wet cheeks as he calmed down his breathing

"too good...I don't want to cum. Don't be mad" he cried out. His eyes looking everywhere but her

"I'm not mad sweet boy"

His eyes turned to her quick. Almost not believing the words that left her tongue

"you're not?"

"no. Why would I be?" She laughed

"because I asked you to suck my cock then made you stop"

"baby. I just want to love and please you. I'm not mad if you want to stop. Can I ask why?"

She watched as his face blushed red

His eyes blinking fast as he got rid of the last bit of tears

"I want to fuck you mommy, can I?" he said hesitantly.

There wasn't many times Eddie got to truly fuck her. He was always a brat and cumming on her cock.

He missed the feeling of her cumming on his.

His big eyes were wet and staring at her. He was nervously eating the inside of his cheek.

He watched closely as she took off her shirt, immediately Eddie cried seeing her tits. Hands already reaching forward. Squeezing them in his grip.

"undress me baby" she said softly. Kissing his forehead. Her tits brushing across his face.

"okay mommy" quickly sitting up and pulling down her shorts, immediately shoving his head between her legs, smelling her wetness and rocking his hips into the bed

"hey!" She snapped, smacking his ass. He held back the scream in his throat. Trying to ignore the fact that the one slap already had his balls wanting to unload.

He froze as he looked up

"you can't fuck mommy if you hump the bed!"

"yes mommy" he gasped out. Removing his head from in between her legs. Knowing if he stayed he'd hump the mattress into next week.

He stood up as he laid her down. Slowly lowering his body on top of hers.

For a second he just wanted to stare.

Her eyes looking back up at him, filled with love and desire.

Her face was bare of any makeup and he swears she's never looked more beautiful.

He scanned down her neck. Lips sucking on her skin softly.

"oh that's good baby" she moaned.

Eddie blushed at the praise. Trying to keep it together as she tangled her hands in his hair.

He kissed down her chest, licking the letter E, That rested underneath her right tit.

"love your tits mommy" he groaned. Sucking on the skin harshly, keeping his mouth around her nipple. His free hand groped her other tit. Twisting her nipple with his finger. Whining into her skin as she jerked up her hips

Eddie couldn't wait any longer. He'd bust in seconds if he spent all his time kissing her body.

"come here sweet boy"

He peaked his head up from her tits. Unlatching his mouth as he moved up. She pulled him into her lips, kissing him softly as he shoved his tongue in her mouth.

"fuck me now Eddie. I want you. Make mommy feel good"

Eddie barely heard any word after "fuck" left her mouth. Already holding the base of his cock and slowly pushing it inside of her.

"shit...fuck mommy...wet...and tight." He gasped. Biting his lip, keeping his hips still as he fully entered her. His hands clenching the pillows by her head. He took three deep breaths before moving. Trying his best to keep his orgasm far away from taking over

Once he started to find a good rhythm, he was loud. Moaning, whining, whimpering and screaming as he pounded into her. He was at a disadvantage, already close from his blowjob.

"I don't think I can last long" he admitted. His body was already shaking. He wanted to scream every time her walls clenched around him. He forgot how fucking good it felt to fuck her, to make love to her.

"that's okay Eddie. Take your time. Use me. Fuck me until you cum. Use me like you do with your toys" she moaned in his ear

Her left hand flowing down his back, gripping his ass cheek as he pounded harder. Pushing him further into her.

She knew he was close. His breathing was fast. He was shaking his head as he tried to fight it off. He stopped his hips. Staying still inside of her

"play with yourself mommy. I want you to cum with me"

He moaned as she listened. Sucking on her fingers softly and moving her hand down to her clit in between their bodies.

Her eyes never leaving his as she toyed with her clit. She generally took it slow and teased herself. But she knew her baby wouldn't last that long.

So she rubbed her clit in a desperate need to make it fast. She was soaked and used to edge herself on. Thinking of the gorgeous boy above her. His eyes glued to her clit

"I need you to move Eddie" she moaned

He snapped out of his daze and nodded

Fucking her deep and slow. Allowing himself to last a bit longer.

She kept her right hand in his ass. Scratching the skin as he started to fuck her harder

"MOMMY" he sobbed

He was crying again, his tears landing on her chest.

"I know baby. I'm close. Keep going"

She rubbed herself harder, bucking her hips against him.

"I can't" he cried. Burying his head in her neck. Preparing to cum and hide from her

"I'm sorry. I'm not good" he sobbed, his orgasm was just a pump away. He was burning everywhere

"look at me" she demanded, slapping his ass.

"NO" he screamed. Feeling the start of his orgasm cumming.

She didn't care

"Edward. You look at me when you cum in mommy's cunt or I will not fuck you for a week" she threatened, a threat they both knew she would stand by.

His water eyes locked with hers

She nodded with a moan. That was all she needed

"cum Eddie. Cum right now" she moaned

Rubbing her clit even harder. Eddie pounded harder. The beginning of his load was shooting out from his tip.

She smacked his ass one last time, his orgasm doubled from it. Sobbing as his legs shook. He used every bit of strength to hold himself up. Making sure not to fall on her

He was thrusting through his orgasm. Crying as he felt her walls squeeze him as she came.

"fuck so good" he whined, savoring the feeling of her creaming his cock. The way her body arched into him. How her hand gripped his ass with everything she had. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Once she felt her body calming down, she helped Eddie move out of her.

"oh God" he whispered, seeing the mix of their cum leaking out of her pussy.

He dipped his head between her thighs, cleaning up the mess they made

"JESUS EDDIE" she whimpered as he messily ate her out. She was twitching from the sensitivity, pushing his head away with as much strength as she could.

He pulled away with a big smile.

"was I good mommy?"

She thought she might die. His pretty brown eyes staring up at her....inches away from her soaked pussy that was filled with him

His smile was so innocent

"get up here. You deserve to be eaten out"

He didn't waste a second moving up the bed, placing himself on all fours.

Eddie loved to be punished but being rewarded for being a good boy was just as good.

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otaku-tyriq · 1 month

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Do you have top 10 or top 7 favorite (fictional) characters (if you feel like listing multiple) of all time from any media?

That is actually a very tricky question, dear Anon. For you see the list if my favourite characters is CONSTANTLY changing. Similar to my list of my favourite songs haha. So I cannot give you a set "All time Favourite” list but I can offer you a "List of Characters Tyriq enjoys at this very moment on the 18th of March 2024”

1) Nero Claudius from Fate/Extra, Fate/Last Encore, Fate/Extella and Fate/Grand Order

The second I had first heard this woman say "umu” that was it for me. I knew I’d be obsessed with her for the rest of my days. She is adorable, she is loyal, she is THAT GIRL, a queen, an emperess, a goddess, and just seeing her instantly makes my brain pump out serotonin. Who even needs anti depressants when you can have Nero.

2) Vash the Stampede from Trigun Stampede

Babygirl. Princess. Loserboy. Golden Retriever Puppy. Beloved Wife. He’s adorable, pathetic, a wonderfully tragic yet optimistic character. He’s my beautiful little princess and I lay my life down before him.

3)Yoimiya from Genshin Impact

Her absolute happy go lucky attitude and sweet personality is like liquid gold shot straight into my arteries. I had fallen in love with this woman the very second I had laid eyes on her. Also she has been my main for two years at this point she’s genuinly just that fun to play.

4) Kaveh from Genshin Impact

The suffering artist trope CRANKED UP TO ELEVEN! Again like Vash this man is equally tragic as he is kindhearted and despite having been scammed out of his money multiple times he still cannot help but sacrifice his own well being if it would result in someone else’s happiness. Also before you ask: Yes, I do ship him and Alhaitham

5) Ichiban Kasuga from Yakuza

What else can I say about Ichiban other than he’s almost stupidly optimistic and no matter how hard of a curveball life throws at him, he ALWAYS keeps the attitude of "once you hit rock bottom the only way is up.”, always trying to both see and bring out the best in people. Also he’s a massive Dragon Quest fan so obviously I’d end up obsessing over this beautiful specimen of a man who at the age of 42 still is not 100% sure where women pee from.

6) Erik from Dragon Quest XI

Honestly I could have EASILY put the entire main cast of Dragon Quest XI on this list because the characters of that game are simply that likeable and well written, but if I had to choose one, it would have to be your very first party member and the hero’s best friend and totally platonic roommate Erik. This man’s sassy attitude yet undying loyalty and devotion towards the hero is so strong not even the apocalypse itself could tear the hero and Erik apart for long.

7) Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5

I think at this point y’all are starting to see a pattern in my favourite characters: Ryuji is loyal like a golden retriever puppy, absolutely adorable and sweet with a severe lack of Braincells.

8) Silver the Hedgehog from the Sonic the Hedgehog Franchise

Silver has literally been my favourite Sonic character since Childhood. His whole stick is that he’s unbeatable optimistic. Despite becoming from an apocalyptic future where everything is covered in flames, he never stops believing that things can become better if you try. His naivety however leads to characters like Mephilis abusing his optimism for their own agenda. But none of that stops Silver from

being one of my greatest comfort characters.

9) William James Moriarty from Moriarty the Patriot

✨Be Gay. Do Crime✨

✨Communism✨

✨Clinical Depression✨

All these things and more describe William James Moriarty and he’s so valid for it.

10) The Professor from Puppet History

He’s just a little guy. He’s a little guy and it’s his birthday

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emma-cantmakeuphermind · 1 year

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Just A Project | II

Nathan Prescott x Reader

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Warnings: slightly ooc nathan, swearing obvi

Words: 894

I’m in my last class, Chemistry. Trust me, I love Mrs. Grant and all, but she rambles way too much. She’s holding dismissal… has been for 10 minutes. ‘Don’t be late.’ Nathan’s words ring in my ears. Please let me out of here. And like God himself heard my plea, Mrs. Grant finally let up. “Okay kids, go do whatever you kids do these days. And stay safe!” The entire class let out a sigh of relief, and happily left her room.

As I’m walking out I run into someone. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” I apologize, as we bumped into them pretty hard. The other person speaks with a bit of a chuckle, “Nah, It’s all good.” I immediately recognize the voice, and look up at them. “Warren! Hey.” I greet him properly. I’m actually pretty good friends with Warren, he’s a nice guy, plus he always helps with my Chem work. Not to mention that he has the biggest crush on our mutual friend, Max. Which I help him with in return for the Chem help.

“How are you, Y/N? You look kind of stressed.” He says in that caring tone, always genuine. “Sorry Warren, I’m just in a bit of a hurry.” He nods in understanding. “I gotta meet up with someone, for a photography project.” I continue, and Warren says, “Oh alright, I won’t keep you hostage then.” He jokes. “I just wanted to ask you real quick if you wanted to borrow my drive.” I look at him a little confused not understanding why I would want to borrow a flash drive. He must’ve noticed my confusion because he starts to explain. “It’s just got a bunch of movies on it, you know the classics. None of that new age crap with no plot.” My face lights up with clarity. I nod and say, “Actually, yeah that’ll be great.” Warren looks pleased and tells me he’ll drop it off at my dorm soon. We say bye and head our separate ways. I’m now 15 minutes late.

God, Nathan’s gonna be pissed.

As I was walking to the boys dorms, I was oh so lucky to stumble across Deputy Dilweed. Aka Mr. Madsen. “Young lady, what on earth are you doing on the boy’s dorm campus?!” His usual shouts tick me off as I’m already late to meeting Nathan, and I really don’t wanna hear his bitching. “I have a project to do. For Mr. Jefferson.” I say innocently. “I don’t care if you have a project. You are not allowed to be here. Whoever your partner is can wait.” He said smugly, clearly not letting up.

An idea came to me. I’ll smack that smirk right off his face. “Actually, I’m already late, and Nathan Prescott does not like to be kept waiting.” I finished with my own sly smirk, watching the color drain from his face. “I apologize. Go ahead.” He moves out of my way with his head down in embarrassment. Maybe Nathan does come with a few perks. I make my way into the building, starting my journey to find his room.

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Walking down the 2nd floor hall of the boys dorms, I look at my watch. Great, I'm 30 minutes late and I still haven't found this boy’s dorm. I keep walking looking at all the white boards when I see one that reads, ‘The Prescotts Own You’. Yeah, okay, not obvious at all. I hold my breath as I knock on the door a couple of times. Nothing. I sigh for a moment, thinking I was totally screwed. I raise my fist to knock again, but before I’m able to, the door swings open with a blank faced expression on Nathan’s face.

I drop my hand, embarrassed, and albeit, a little scared. “You’re late. I told you to not be late.” He sounds pissed, but his face doesn’t show it. He lets me in nonchalantly, plopping down on his couch. “I’m really sorry, honestly. First Mrs. Grant held dismissal, then I ran into someone, and Deputy Dickhole gave me a hard time getting up here. Not to mention I was roaming the campus for way too long trying to find you room.” I say in one big breath, letting out a sigh.

“Madsen?” Nathan says now sounding genuinely pissed. “That prick? I’ll talk to him about it.” I was shocked to say the least, awkwardly shifting beside his sitting figure. “Sit.” He said. “Right..” I say shyly, and I sit down beside him. I take a moment to take in his room, very dark, and monochrome. Pictures of obscure and abstract visuals hang on his walls. Some of which are his own work, others aren’t. He has some sort of fancy projector set up. An interest in film maybe?

Anyway I turn my attention back to Nathan, and to my surprise, he’s already looking at me. He doesn’t break eye contact, not immediately anyways. After a second he looks away. “So, we just gotta take a few pictures of each other.” He says coolly. “And two environmental shots.” I gently corrected. “Whatthefuckever.” He pressed. “Listen I already don’t wanna do this, so let’s just hurry up and get this over with.” He stands up grabbing one of his many cameras, messing with the settings. I have a feeling tonight's gonna be a long night.

#lis #life is strange #life is strange x reader #life is strange imagine #lis nathan prescott #nathan prescott imagine #nathan prescott x reader #nathan prescott #warren graham #warren graham x reader

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Kind of a magical day

4/10/2023

Kind of a magical day, a total “the mysteries plan” type day——Jury duty morphed into a possible 3 week trial experience!, Although—the chances of me being chosen are less than infinitesimal.

3 jurors told profound Criminal Justice System failure stories. Two said that they couldn’t be fair in a trial where police would be witnesses because of their past negative interactions with the police.. The 3rd, her eyes welling with tears, said “The police killed my brother and my son after a high speed chase in Oakland”.

When the judge asked if she could be fair to both sides as a trial juror, she screamed out “The system’s not working!”

I have picked many juries prior to that and had never heard such dramatic statement’s of hostility towards the police uttered by potential jurors. We potential jurors were asked to return to the jury room. We latter learned that the case settled, probably in part at least to what the 3 potential jurors had said about the police earlier.

First warm day in an ice age, really warm. After leaving jury land, I treadmilled at Valley gym for 36 minutes. On the way home, at the Palendale and Mc Henery red light, there was a homeless man and his dog. He was flying a sign (asking for help). I gave him $5 and two bottles of sparkling water. As I waited at the light, he drank in the heat. And, as he drank, I healed.

He healed me.

It was the perfect gesture “at”.” At" the callous hardness of the jury court experience.

The homeless man , a white maybe 35 year old, was blackend from sleeping out side. It’s been a brutal cold wet stretch out there—But, today it was warm and he and his dog now had water.

Note:

Re: "the mystery’s plan", above, the Inuit Indians have a saying that there are two plans every day: your plan and the mystery’s plan.

I had been a trial lawyer for about 40 years before I was called to jury duty in April of 2023. I have been in many jury trials as a criminal defense attorney during those 40 years. Because I was a criminal defense attorney, it was not likely that the District Attorney would leave me on the criminal case in which I was potential juror.

When we are picking a jury, we ask potential jurors questions to attempt to determine if they could be fair given the facts of the trial. I think that jury selection is the hardest part of trial work. It involves a lot of mind reading and guess work.

I have passed that light at Palendale and McHenery many times on my way home from Trader Joes or the gym. The homeless man and his dog were there on a little island one lane from the curb many times. If I stopped at the light by them, I’d give the homeless man money and or water. He camped in a grassy area 1/4 mile down Mcherey near rthe road. I would see him there as I drove passed at times.

He may have moved on because I haven’t seen him there for awhile

When I did a lot of work with the homeless in 2017 and 2018, I would say to myself when I handed a bag of food to a homeless person that this gesture was “At” the harshness of society that I had experienced. In other words, instead of retaliating against people who had wronged me , I passed out a bag. I had a healing encounter with the homeless person. In accepting the bag, they healed me. So, my response to hostility, which demanded a response, was a healing gesture, passing out the bags.

#journaling #journal #homeless work #homelessness #criminal defense #jury duty #jury selection #compassion as a response to hostility #anger toward the police #4/10/2023

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littlesubbyflower · 6 months

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Slow Dancing — S.H.

Modern!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary - You slow dance with Steve outside of his BMW

3.5k Words

Warnings: None? Actually— Friends To Lovers, Admission of love? idk man this feels like absolute, tooth rotting fluff.

A/N : Doing this as a modern!Steve because when asking my parents about how things were in the 80’s, they responded with “We were between the ages of 1-10 during that time, our teen years were in the 90’s” so Modern!Steve it is! I would also love to shout out all of the wives in the Coven for helping me 🫶🏻 and @myobmaya for always reading my late night screenshots that I send and always helping me run with my ideas 💖

Don’t forget to like and reblog!

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“Ah, I don’t know Robin, I just don’t think she sees me that way.” Steve said, stacking the pile of books on the counter after scanning them in.

“Oh my gosh, you’re such a dingus! She totally has the hots for you.” Robin calls a few aisles over, putting away the cart full of books.

“You think?” Steve asks, looking down at his feet, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. Steve had never been so smitten with a girl since Nancy Wheeler. Steve will never forget how she looked him in his eyes and said he was bullshit, him asking her if she loved him, and her repeating that ‘it’s bullshit.’

Steve was heartbroken, everyone in the party knew it. Robin found out how much damage had been done when she and Steve were in the bathroom together while Steve spilled his guts out in a toilet after drinking too much. Eddie could tell there were tensions between Nancy and Steve, but no one spoke about it really. Dustin tried to give Eddie a ‘long story short’ version, but it was way too confusing for Eddie to put together pieces because the curly haired boy was speaking too quickly.

You hadn’t lived in Hawkins long. You moved in the late spring from a small town in Texas. Being the outcast at your new school, you kept mainly to yourself. The students of Hawkins High made fun of you for your accent on your first full day in the cafeteria, which had caused you to cry in the bathroom your whole lunch period. Robin had heard you crying when she had walked past the bathroom and comforted you as best she could, and the two of you had been inseparable since. Eddie Munson had also managed to rope you into his small group after Dustin wouldn’t shut up about how cool you were

Steve thought the shift was dragging on, despite it being a Friday night, one of the busiest nights of the week for the small bookstore. Every time the bell on the front door would chime, Steve would secretly hope it was you and would quickly hide his disappointment when he saw it wasn’t. The bell rang and Dustin sauntered into the store.

“You will never guess who I just saw at the record shop next door!” Dustin runs up to the counter “Your girlfriend!”

“For the last time, she isn’t my girlfriend. We are only best friends, that’s all!” Steve said, running his hand through his hair. “She’s probably getting that new record from Eddie, they’ve got the same music taste. Who still collects records? I told her I've got an extra spot on my music subscription.”

“No one wants your spotify login, Steve. She’s going to come in, and besides, I think it’s cool as shit that she still collects records, makes her so much cooler! ” Dustin said, seeing the tips of Steve’s ears turning a tinge of pink at the mention of you. Dustin had gone straight to the D&D display to grab a new book before returning to the counter.

“It’s fine if she doesn’t come in, you know.” Steve replied, taking a book from the younger boy.

“You damn near break your neck every time that bell chimes because you secretly wish it WAS her walking in here.”

Steve’s face flushed a bright red at the accusation.

“Can it, Henderson.” He replies, scanning the book on the register and placing it to the side. “Are you renting this one, or buying?”

“Knowing how Eddie gets with his campaigns, I’m going to buy this one.” Dusting grimaced, remembering how he had rented a book a few weeks ago and had to pay for another book.

“Wait, are we talking about -” Robin seemingly pops into the conversation out of nowhere.

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Anyways.. Stevie, are you going to ask her to the party at Bugsy's tonight?” Robin teases.

“Yeah Stevie, are you?” Dustin mocks, fluttering his eyelashes and clasping his hands under his chin.

“Oh my god you two are insufferable.” Steve hides his face in his hands. “The actual worst!”

“You never answered my question, so I'm going to take your silence as a yes.” Dustin smirks, handing Steve the money for the book.

Just then, the doorbell chimed and the three turned their heads quickly to see who had come in.

“Whoa, why are you guys looking at me like that?” you laughed awkwardly, walking up to the counter. You dug the two books out of your bag and smiled at Steve. “Anyways, thanks for the book recommendations, Stevie! They were great!”

“Y-yeah, no problem!” Steve rushed out. “Hey uh, so there’s this… party tonight, and I was won—”

“Sure!” you reply. “Pick me up at 7. Bye Rob, bye Dustin!” you wink, blow Steve a kiss and walk out the door.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” Steve said to no one in particular. Robin and Dustin only shook their heads.

“It happened and he doesn’t even believe it, total Steve move.” Dustin throws his hands up in exasperation

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Back at your mother’s childhood home, you pace back and forth, half dressed, ranting to Eddie.

“Oh my god, what if I was too confident? I mean, I didn’t even give him the chance to answer! I mean for fucks sake I blew him a kiss before I walked out the door!” You throw yourself onto the bed rather dramatically and Eddie just looks at you.

“Sunshine, you’re overthinking this. It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

“What if he doesn’t show up and I'm just sitting on the porch like an idiot?” You ask, sitting up. “Eddie, I’m terrified of that happening again.”

“That’s not going to happen. Steve is different, trust me.” Eddie says, standing.

“Yeah, well, that’s what the cheerleaders said about Andy.” You reply and roll your eyes.

“You wound me, darling, I would NEVER lie to you. I’ve spent some time around him, and he’s not anything like those asshole jocks.”

“I guess I'll just have to take your word for it.”

“Guess you will.” Eddie shoves you. “Please get dressed, people who can see into your first floor window will get so many bad ideas.”

“Sorry, sorry!” standing and grabbing a sweatshirt off of the chair at the desk in the far left corner in the room. “That's it, I'm not going. I'm going to tell Steve that I changed my mind!” You slam yourself down in the chair in a huff after yanking on the sweatshirt.

“No, for the love of heavy metal— absolutely fucking not.” Eddie says, staring at you. “For my own sanity, you are absolutely going to that fucking party with Steve. I can no longer take the pining. You both like each other but are too chicken shit to do anything about it.” Eddie points his finger at you playfully, but his stare held a serious undertone. “If I have to hear from Robin that Steve cannot stop talking about how great you look in that stupid red bikini or any other clothes for that matter and if I hear you talk about how great Steve looks in anything one more time, I'm going to absolutely lose my shit.”

Your cheeks flush a deep red in embarrassment. You open your mouth to speak, but Eddie continues.

“Listen, I love you, but you and Steve need to get your asses in gear before Robin and I take matters into our own hands.” Eddie stands and walks into your closet, pulling out a baby pink and floral white sundress. “Harrington hasn’t shut up about this since you wore it a month ago.” before tossing the garment onto your bed.

You gawk at the boy, eyes as wide as saucers. “You cannot be serious? This dress?” Your face manages to flush a deeper color. “H-he talks about this dress?”

“Serious as a heart attack.” Eddie says, drawing an ‘x’ over his chest.

You look at the dress, weighing your options. You could put on the dress and go to Bugsy’s party and maybe air out your feelings, or you could stay in your room and probably wish you were at the party. Grabbing the dress off the bed, you look at Eddie.

“Guess I'm going to the party.”

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Eddie had left not long after you had decided you were going to the party. He promised to see you there, he just needed to run by Rick’s to stock up on his supply before stopping by to make some deals.

Applying a last swipe of lipgloss and a final spritz of hair spray into your hair, you take one look in the mirror. You adjusted the sleeves of your dress and your fingers immediately dropped to the bottom hem on the skirt, rubbing the fabric between your fingers. You check the clock in the wall for the time, and your heart rate picks up when you notice it’s 6:57. Steve should be here any minute.

Rushing around your room, you find a small purse and shove your lipgloss, a pack of gum, your phone and wallet into. Picking up your strappy sandals, you rush down the stairs calling out your goodbyes to your parents. Once you reach the front door, you stop and put on your shoes and glance at your hair in the mirror next to the door once more, fixing a strand that has now been misplaced. Ruffling your roots and twisting the strands once more, you smile at your reflection and take in a deep breath. On the exhale, you open the door and take two steps before your cheek collides with someone’s chest.

“I’m sorry!”

“Oh god, my bad!”

Steve steadies you, grabbing your upper arms. “I-I should really watch where i’m going.” He looks you up and down before blushing. “Are you okay?”

“I'm okay, Steve. Maybe I should be the one to watch where I'm going.” You blink up at him before your own blush tinges your cheeks and you immediately cast your eyes to the ground.

Steve’s hands are still holding your arms and his touch feels electrifying. He clears his throat before gently dropping his hands. “Y-you ready to go?”

“Oh, sure!” you say looking back up at him and smiling nervously. Steve holds his hand out to you to lead you to his car. You take his hand, feeling electricity jolting from your hand up your arm. Steve felt it too, the way his breath hitched and he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears as you grabbed his hand and he led you to his car.

“Ever the gentleman.” you giggle out as he opens the car door for you and lets you get settled before closing the door and jogging around to the driver’s side before getting in.

“Um, i-if you want, we could listen to your music? Don’t tell the kids though— they’ll be out for my neck.” Steve laughs. “Dustin especially.” He looks over at you and smiles.

“Oh, you— we don’t have to!” You rush out. “Your music will be just fine!”

‘Stop being so nervous!’ You shout at yourself in your head ‘It’s just Steve!’

“No, I insist, really.” Steve smiles again. “Bluetooth your favorite playlist, I’m sure it’s great, plus i’d love to hear what you listen to on a daily basis.

“How would you know? What if it’s all Taylor Swift? Or Harry Styles?” You laugh, turning in your seat to look at him as he starts the car and begins to drive off.

“Well, I guess that’s a risk I am willing to take with you.” He looks over at you and smiles when approaching the stop sign at the end of your street. “You’d be surprised at how much of her music I know, all thanks to Max and El.”

“Well in the wise words of Dean Winchester, ‘driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole’ therefore, you’re picking the music.”

Steve shook his head in laughter. “Guess we will be listening to nothing.” A moment of silence passes before Steve speaks again

“I think I'm going to go off on a whim here, okay?” He looks over at you. “I don’t want to go to that stupid party.” He admits, taking a left down a street to head towards Lover’s Lake.

You visibly relax, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Okay, great. I thought it was just me.” a somewhat nervous laugh bubbles from your chest. “I really don’t like parties.”

“It’s okay, really. I don’t like them anymore either.” He looks at you and smiles again. “We could uh, go out to the lake, maybe? For talking, not- not anything else.”

“Oh! S-sure!” Jumbled thoughts raced around your head. You knew why most of the town’s youth went to Lover’s Lake, it wasn’t that hard to figure out, but Steve Harrington taking you there to ‘just talk’ seemed highly unlikely… However, you decided to humor his spur of the moment plan change.

“Great!” Steve looked over at you and winked.

The drive to the lake was a quiet one, but not the awkward, suffocating type. The type of quiet that was comforting, that people could sit in for hours and not have any issues. Reaching down and playing with the hem of your dress as the passing houses turned into woods, where the asphalt turned into a dirt road leading off towards the lake. Steve parked in the middle of an open field, right in front of where the sun was setting over the water. He rolled down the windows in the car before turning it off and turning to face you.

“You know, you look beautiful.” Steve said to you, voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mention it earlier when I should’ve.” He reaches up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Y-you think?” You stutter and look down into your lap, a blush covering your cheeks.

“Oh it’s not that I think, it’s that I know that you’re beautiful.” Steve carefully lifts your chin with his hand. “I am so serious, sweetheart. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” His brown eyes bore into yours, flakes of amber and dark brown catch your attention as he leans closer to you and smiles.

Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in closer, the blush on your cheeks deepens. “You’re way too nice to me, Stevie.” You whisper out. “You gonna stare at me all night?” You giggle out, feeling a bit more confident.

“Only if you’ll let me.” He says, voice dripping with honey and a bit of truth. His free hand slowly makes its way to your knee as it gently rests there. “I know you, the you that lives here in Hawkins, but I want to know what you were like before you moved here.”

“Oh, still the same old me.” You speak slowly, the skin on your knee feeling about ten degrees warmer. “Still always collecting records and whatnot.” Smiling that Steve actually wants to get to know you. “I like reading too and I’m pretty decent at crocheting things!”

A boyish laugh bubbles past Steve’s lips. “You crochet?” His eyes hold a half impressed, half curious look. “What kind of things?”

“Blankets.” You murmur out sheepishly. “Like the lavender and cream colored one on Robin’s bed.”

“YOU made that? That’s the softest blanket I think I’ve ever touched.”

“O-oh, yeah I did. I had to learn how to do something while the military packed up my house and moved us here.”

“Military?” Steve looked shocked. “Who’s in the military?”

“Oh, my dad is! He’s stationed in Indianapolis, but my mom grew up here, so they bought her childhood home, and he comes home on the weekends.”

“That’s… interesting.” Steve says, rubbing absent minded circles on your skin, fiddling with his hair with his free hand before bringing it under his chin and resting it there, genuinely listening to every word you’re saying.

“It’s alright I guess. I was very lucky and only moved around a handful of times. Unfortunately, I missed my junior prom because we moved here.” You admit, your voice holding a saddened tone. “So I can’t wait for my senior one this year.”

“Didn’t get your romantic slow dance, did you sweetheart?”

“No Stevie, I didn’t.” You admit.

Steve stops rubbing circles on your knee, looking at you, cocking his head to the side.

“You serious?”

“As a heart attack, Harrington.”

Shaking his head and muttering to himself, Steve starts fumbling with his phone and car stereo, quickly scrolling through his music.

“Everything okay?” You ask, trying to lean forward a bit to look into Steve’s eyes.

“Hm? No, sweetheart, it’s not.”

Disappointment bubbled in your chest, a white hot feeling that you weren’t entirely used to. “Oh..”

“No, no, I didn’t mean it that way. We are going to get you your romantic slow dance. I just need to find the perfect song.” Steve says, placing his hand back onto your knee, still scrolling through his music. “Where is that playlist?” he mutters to himself.

“Aha!” he said after a moment or two, clicking the screen of his phone, then reaching forward and turning the dial to his radio to increase the volume.

“Steve, what exactly are we doing?” You ask, eyeing him down.

“Getting you that slow dance you missed out on.” He says, before getting out of the car and jogging to your side, opening the door and offering you his hand. “May not be super romantic but, it will be something special.”

You’re rendered speechless for a moment. Why would Steve Harrington offer to slow dance with you in the middle of a field? Surely Robin and Eddie were right, maybe he was different than all of the others.

In the back of Steve’s mind, all he could think about was Robin telling him how you weren’t like the girls their age. You were different and he just had to go out on a whim and see it for himself, and god was she right.

You take Steve’s hand and get out of the car, Steve the door closing behind you. He brings you right to the front of his car, in the glow of his headlights.

“Can I have this dance, sweetheart?” He asks, smiling at you as the opening chords of Etta James’ “My Dearest Darling” begin to fill the air.

All I need is someone like you, My Dearest Darling, please love me too

“Oh Stevie, this is such a classic.” You blush and grab his hand. “Who knew you’d be such a charmer.” You giggle, standing closer to him as you place a hand on his shoulder and he carefully places his free hand on the small of your back.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

“More than okay.” You whisper out as he pulls you impossibly close.

Ooh, My Dearest Darling, I offer you my heart.

His brown eyes bore into yours, both of you taking shallow breaths, swaying to the music. The sunset casting the perfect hue onto his face, making his freckles pop against his tanned skin.

“Sweetheart, I need to tell you something.” Steve whispers, slowing the tempo down a bit, but still staying in time with the music.

“Yes?” You ask, never breaking eye contact.

“I-” He stops, taking a deep breath. “Bare with me here.” He laughs nervously. “I am pretty much in love with you.” He takes another deep breath. “I am in love with you, actually. I have been, for months.”

Oh nothing, nothing, nothing in this world could keep us apart.

You stare up at the boy in front of you, heart beating wildly in your chest. You open your mouth to say something before he starts talking again

“You don’t have to say anything back. I-I just wanted to get my feel—”

You cut him off by bringing your fingers up to the nape of his neck, gently pulling him closer and bringing him down for a bruising kiss. His hands immediately grab at your waist and you grab onto his shirt with your free hand.

It was everything you hoped it would be. Steve’s soft lips captured yours, moving in time with your own, deepening the kiss. He wanted to frame this moment in a glass box forever, he wanted to keep every moment, every emotion, every feeling he had in his pocket to replay over and over again.

You pull back after a moment, Steve looked at you with wide eyes, before smiling at you. A wide, toothy grin

“I'm in love with you too, Steve.” You smile. “I think even before I admitted to myself, I think I knew.”

Steve pulls you back in for another kiss, bringing his hand up to cup your jaw. Seemingly out of nowhere, water droplets began falling from the sky, causing you to giggle into the kiss.

“Hope kissing in the rain is on your bucket list, Harrington.” You say after pulling away.

“Only if I can kiss you, sweetheart.”

“Always.”

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Ahh! Thank you so much for reading! As always, reblogs and likes are always appreciated! First published Steve piece! 💖

#littlesubbyflower #steve harrington #lsfwrites #stranger things #littlesubbyflower: steve harrington #Modern!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

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toonqueen · 6 months

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Duckvember Day 12: Mother Duck (Part 1)

Part 2 will come with the Wrong Duck Prompt haha.

SO THE SET UP FOR THIS STORY:

MY NEGAVERSE HEADCANON FOR SOME MAGICSTONE FAM

Grimstone - Gladstone’s negaverse version. A hard working warlock and stuff. Lives at his (deceased) Grandma’s farm. Hates (Nega) Scrooge with a passion which has nothing to do with this story but it's a fact that needs to be known

Magica - a former Paladin (paranormal/witch hunter type) that was a light bearer in her former job (a term they used for healing and backup support/fighter type magic user. Because you can’t call them witches when working with paladins because witches are BAD.) Super nice stepford wife energy. Blonde for some reason because Negaverse rules you can’t make me change it.

Faustina- Their daughter and a bundle of hellish joy. 7ish years old in this fic

Kage - @cataradical ‘s OC that in his is 10 years old. He's a clone of Negaduck made in a SHUSH lab that got destroyed. Faustina found him a few years ago and thought he was cool and would hang out at the dump. Then He broke into Grim’s secret storage at their farm. He looked at this cussing angry dirty child and was like, “this is my son.”

Oirn - also an OC of @cataradical Left at their doorstep as a baby by a jerk Paladin. Probably 2 years old at this point?? Very quiet Canadian goose that can stare into your soul.

NO BETA BECAUSE IT'S A SURPRISE FOR THE PERSON THAT USUALLY DOES MY BETAING.

Here's a pic of the fam minus Grimstone. A comission by @duckbutts69

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“Why does your dad having us learn sword fighting? It's not the dark ages!” Kage complained as he dragged his training sword behind him. Faustina gave a shrug like she didn’t know. She then followed it with an answer.

“He told me once that his Great Grandma told him when he was a kid that the world is gonna end and there will be a breakdown of the supply chain and guns will become useless once bullets can’t even be made at home SO you can’t rely on just guns,” Faustina explained as he walked. She was giving her training sword a few swings, “Also good if my magic gets magic blocked. Then I can just stab them instead!”

Faustina proceeded to demonstrate with a few jabs in the air with her training sword. Kage rolled his eyes, still not impressed with the idea of sword fighting in general.

“Whatever, I’m not gonna show up for training anymore. This is dumb,” he complained as they got to the storage shed they were told to put their weapons in after their training session.

“You’re just mad because I tagged you THREE TIMES in a ROW,” Faustina teased.

“I got you several times too!” Kage defended himself. Before Faustina could reply back they both heard the bell from the nearby farm house.

“Ah yeah breakfast!” Faustina started to run to the house, “If I get there first I’m gonna eat ALL the bacon!”

“Oh NO you DON’T!” Kage replied as he ran to follow her. When he started to pass her, she tried to elbow him. He dodged though, and got to the porch before her, “Maybe if you didn’t wear dumb dresses you could run faster!”

Faustina made a snort not that much different than an angry hog. Kage opened the farmhouse door before she then bum-rushed at him. He got a very strong head butt in the stomach from his sister. It knocked them both to the ground in the entryway of the house. He pulled on her hair to get her to back off. The response from Faustina was just a giggle as she got to her feet and offered to help him up. It was just the usual sibling rough housing.

The two came to the kitchen table. Orin was already in his booster seat eating an apple fritter. There was a large plate of bacon and one with sausages. Magica was loading a serving bowl with freshly made scrambled eggs. As usually the table had the plates and silverware placed out like it was a fancy dinner.

Kage and Faustina quickly sat down and started serving themselves. Faustina put a piece of bacon in her mouth for every one she put on her plate. Kage noticed this and started to do the same with the sausage links.

“Save some for your Dad!” Magica said to both of the eager children. She put some of the scrambled eggs on Orin’s plate before putting the bowl on the table.

“He’s not my Dad,” Kage stated as he grabbed some bacon to add to his plate.

“Oh, but you have called him Dad a few times,” Magica mentioned to contradict him.

“UNDER DURESS!” the cranky kid replied, not quite pronouncing duress right. Kage may have misunderstood the meaning of the word too. The young duck knew he did call Grim Dad sometimes when he needed his attention right away. He then gave Orn a glare even though he had nothing to do with the conversation, “How come he gets one of those things.”

“He has those all the time for breakfast since he doesn’t like all the bacon and sausage that much. Did you want one of the fritters? I made a whole batch,” Magica offered as she headed back towards the kitchen. She pulled out a container that had more of the pastries in them.

“I don’t like them, I just want to know why he gets special stuff for breakfast,” Kage muttered with scrambled eggs in his mouth.

“Because he’s a baby picky eater,” Faustina answered before their mother could, “Babies get spoiled. Do you want to be a spoiled baby?”

“N-No!” he stammered at the direct question. He then flung a spoonful of egg at Faustina. She didn’t complain at all about the attack. Instead she just ate the splattered egg off where it landed on her arm, “Ew.”

“You ate spilled pudding off the floor and say ew to me eating arm egg!?” Faustina retorted back.

“YOU ate it off the floor too!” Kage accused and he flung more egg at his sister.

“Alright you too. You need to eat more than you’re throwing around,” Magica tsked as she pulled out a cloth napkin from her apron. She wiped off egg from Faustina’s clothes and her beak. She went over to wipe his bill as well. He was much cleaner than his erratic siblings but Magica just wanted to make sure. Kage grumbled and stuffed his mouth with a handful of bacon and chewed loudly.

Grimstone finally came into the kitchen, “Sorry I was tidying up something and couldn’t come right away. I hope there is some left for me?”

“Oh yes!” Magica answered before she took a glance at the kitchen table. There wasn’t really much left, “Actually, I can cook you up some more.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it dear. I can make something for myself. I know you need to go run some errands. I can feed myself,” Grimstone replied before giving Magica a light kiss on the cheek, “I’ll clean up the kitchen too.”

“Oh, thank you!” she replied as she took off her apron.

“Taking Orin with you?” Grimstone asked. The youngest usually went wherever Magica went.

“Ah, it's a short trip. He’ll be fine with you for a little while?” Magica asked.

“Of course,” Grim replied as he started to make himself a pot of coffee. Orin, hearing he was not going with his mother on errands, made a soft noise.

“Oh don’t worry sweetie. I’ll be back before you know it. You keep your father and sister out of trouble, okay?” she said to the youngest child. Orin just gave her a stare as if to say he was not happy with this arrangement, “I’ll be right back okay?”

She gave Orin a kiss on the forehead. Kage let out a disapproving snort at the show of affection to the youngest.

Magica left the kitchen to go get her purse and get ready to go out. As she was getting her keys by the front door, Kage walked by out of the kitchen.

“Oh, would you like to come with me?” Magica offered it to the boy.

“Uh… Sure. I’ll go grab Faustina,” he replied, a little confused by Magica’s sudden offer.

“She can stay here and help watch Orin. We can go just the two of us,” she explained while putting on her coat. Kage looked even more confused by this. He couldn’t remember a time just he and Magica went on an outing. She seemed to pick up on that, “Even Grim has taken Orin to the witches market without me.”

“Are we going to the witch market?” Kage asked. It was very hard to tell by his tone if he was asking because he liked that idea or not.

“No, just the regular grocery store,” she gave a moment's pause, “I'll get you some junk food. Whatever you want.”

“Oh hell yeah let's go then,” Kage replied as he went out the front door. He already headed to the car. Magica grabbed his jacket, “You need to wear a coat! It’s a little chilly today!”

Kage grumbled and pulled out a pick to unlocked the passenger door before Magica even got to the car. He quickly got into his seat and waited for Magica. She tsked at him.

“Couldn’t you wait two minutes for me to open the car,” she said as she got into the car herself.

“You should be glad I didn’t hotwire the car and already started going there myself!” he replied. Kage then hissed when Magica reached over to put on his seat belt for him. He didn’t stop her though.

It was a short quiet car ride. Quiet as in the two didn’t talk even though Magica asked Kage how his sword lesson was today. He just replied with a grumble. He then turned on the radio to some heavy metal station. Magica didn’t change it even though she normally would.

Once parked at the grocery store, Kage was quick to get out to start running inside. Magica shouted after him, “Kage! Grab a cart for me please! Please wait for me.”

Kage grumbled but did as he was told. Surprisingly.

“You need to keep up with me!” Kage stated as Magic came up to the cart he pulled out.

“I’ll try my best,” she replied while pushing the cart, “Now we need to get the main stuff I came for first before you can pick out what junk food you want.”

“Oh like hell I’m doing that,” Kage responded before scurrying off towards the candy aisle. Magica sighed and proceeded to go to the fresh department first to start getting what she needed on a list.

It didn’t take Kage long to come back with his arms full of candy to dump in the cart. Magica didn’t object to the amount of candy he brought. However she did yell out a ‘hey!’ to him as he ran back to the candy aisle. She pursued him while pushing the cart, “at least get some chips too. Junk food isn’t only candy.”

She paused before entering the candy aisle. There was something in her peripheral vision that did not sit right. Magica was a well trained former Paladin and did not look directly at it when she perceived it. Instead she reached out at a display at the end cap of the aisle. For a moment she pretended to be very interested in the oatmeal displayed there. She grabbed a box of the apple oatmeal and put it in her cart before turning down the candy aisle like nothing was wrong.

The aisle did have a camera with a little video screen for loss prevention purposes. It had thick static lines that went across the display. The set up clearly had many physical attacks to it in the past leaving it in rough shape. When Magica glanced up at it though, she was able to decipher what she saw.

The person was not in uniform. However the way his clothes fit felt like one. An unwrinkled black dress shirt and pants. The canine's eyes scanned the area like he was looking for something. Magica could easily read he was someone looking for a target. Not any type of security officer though. It was obvious to her this person was on the hunt.

Magica didn’t make any friends when her and her brother left the paladin order she was in. The witch’s concern right now was this person was looking for her.

“Alright Kage. That’s enough for now. I think we’ll have a little change of plan for dinner tonight. How about we get pizza later for dinner instead. Or burgers. Any fast food you like. Whatever you prefer,” Magica offered as she pushed her cart further down the aisle. Quite purposely away from the person on the hunt.

She expected Kage to be happy with the offer of a fast food dinner. Instead he seemed offended, “Do you even know what I’d prefer?”

“Ah, well you have a wide variety of stuff you like. Let's go check out now and discuss it in the car, okay?” she looked behind her to make sure Kage was following behind her. He was trailing behind her with a scowl on his bill. When she turned to look back in the direction she was going she noticed another unusual gentleman glancing past every aisle. Same outfit as the previous person she saw, but now also wearing a tie. She turned to face away from him. Once again she pretended to look at a product on the shelf. Kage huffed at her sudden pause, not knowing what was going on.

The man turned down their aisle but did not take any notice of Magica. However, he did take notice of Kage. He gave the grumbling child a glance as he kept walking past. The stranger then gave a tilt of his head signal to another person nearby.

Magica had seen this and made the tactical decision to still pretend everything was normal.

Grim and Faustina had given her vague details about Kage’ origins. The logical conclusion is this was ‘SHUSH’ looking for the boy.

“What's going on?” Kage raised an eyebrow. He was young but not dumb.

“Dear, let's just ring out what you picked and I’ll explain once we’re headed home,” Magica said as she gave Kage a pinch on his cheek. He hated when she did that but he let her.

“Are you trying to figure out my favorite things because you make the dumb baby whatever he likes all the time?” Kage stated as he followed Magica down the aisle. Though he would often refer to Faustina as his sister, he never really did call Orin his brother. Dumb baby was a better way to describe him.

Magica kept her eyes peeled for anyone else acting suspicious as she casually walked towards the check out, “I do realize that I assumed you like a lot of the same things Faustina does. I can make whatever you like the most.”

“Okay. What do I like the most?” Kage crossed his arms as he asked. Magica was busy unloading the cart for the cashier. She had noticed at least three other people acting suspiciously. The former paladin was all too familiar with how someone behaved when they had their eyes on a target.

“Bacon butter cheese sticks?” she replied to the boy.

“No,” Kage grumbled, “You even make stuff for when the stupid redhead or Macawber kid visits. You know their favorites and not mine!”

“Like I said, I thought you like all the same things Faustina enjoys. I’m sorry I don’t know. I’ll make or buy whatever you like and keep it in the house. Okay?” Magica tried to still use her diplomatic mother tone. She wasn’t frustrated with Kage, but more the situation of having to discuss this while it was very possible there were agents planning an attack on them.

Kage made a grumbing noise that wasn't any clear words. He stormed out before Magica could pay for the junk food. Magica said a soft sorry to the cashier before running out after him. She glanced to see at least two of the suspicious strangers were following them out.

Magica was able to still run at a fast speed even in heels. She caught up with Kage in moments and picked him up under her arm like a sack of potatoes. He didn’t even have a chance to complain before she ducked with him behind a random parked car, “Go to the car and wait. I’ll take care of this.”

Kage opened his beak to try to complain again but was shocked when Magica handed him the car gets. It meant this was serious. She pulled a pouch of dust from her purse and sprinkled it on Kage. The young duck sneezed at that which drew the attention of one of the strangers.

From her purse she also pulled out a flask and whispered, “Una strega travestita da pecora è più di un avvertimento.”

“What are you doing?” Kage muttered, not as quietly as he could have.

“Car, now!” she commanded him. Normally he would complain at being told what to do but this surprised him so much he went ahead and looked for the car. He had ducked behind a different car when he had seen the suspicious canine in a black shirt. Kage began to put together what was happening.

When he looked in the side mirror of the car he was hiding behind things got even more interesting. He could not see himself reflected in the mirror. He assumed the dumb glitter Magica had sprinkled on him had done that. The young duck was left to wonder why she hasn’t done the same to herself.

That was answered for him as he saw HIMSELF a distance away coming into view. This other ‘Kage’ gave a whistle to get the attention of the now four suspicious men dressed in black.

“Hey, stupid heads! Are you idiots looking for me?” this other Kage waved his arms at the supposed SHUSH agents.

“I do not sound like that,” Kage muttered to himself. Instead of heading to Magica’s car he was watching what was unfolding. None of the supposed agents spoke to the fake Kage.

“What are you here for? Little ole me?” the fake Kage stepped towards the one closest to him, “Who sent you? Tell them to bugger off!”

The real Kage grumbled to himself. He did not like this impersonation at all. Other people going to the grocery store ignored the commotion. It was an average thing to see in the Negaverse. For all they knew it could have been security going after a shoplifter.

One of the other black dressed men came behind the fake Kage. He raised a taser to fire at them. The fake Kage though had heard him and dropped to the ground. The taser fire then went to the other agent that had been in front of the Kage copy.

The Magica-Kage let out a sinister giggle and got up to their feet in one gymnastic style motion. Despite being small in his form, her kick was still had full adult power when she attacked the man holding the fired taser. She heard the footsteps of a third agent coming behind her with a weapon as well. The disguised witch made another dodge roll to avoid what she assumed was another taser.

However, she had miscalculated. Instead of a taser that could be dodged, it was some new-fangled energy pulse gun. It would knock out a target and could not be dodged since it was a sound not something that physically hit. The fake Kage was knocked out but still kept their disguise. The magic was from a potion not a spell so it wasn’t reliant on Magica being conscious.

The agent that had been kicked to the ground got up while taking out ear plugs he had in.

“Good job. But where did the woman go?” the canine agent asked the one with the pulse gun.

“It's no concern. We just have to deal with the target. Let’s get him back to base,” the other agent replied. The real Kage, still invisible, was sneaking closer to them. One of the agents picked up the fake Kage and started walking to an ambulance parked nearby.

He was very tempted to just attack the one closest to him. But he was smart enough to know that would just send the other three after him, invisible or not. He could get on the ambulance while invisible and see where their base was. Maybe there would be an opportunity to attack then if at any point Magica was left unattended.

Kage also realized he didn’t have to go with at all. He could technically drive the car back to the farm and get Grimstone for help. He didn’t have to help Magica. He liked Faustina and Grim much more than her. But what he knew of SHUSH, it would be better to act ASAP and not waste the time it would take to get to the farm and back. And he didn’t even know where this base was. And Magica was kinda nice to him. And could cook.

When they loaded the fake Kage on the real one was able to slip in quietly. To not be bumped into by the two other agents in the back he tucked himself in a corner by the backside of the driver's seat. There he waited to strike.

#duckvember 2023 #duckvember #negaverse fam #magica de spell #gladstone gander #kage gander #faustina de spell #orin de spell #grimstone gander #negaverse gladstone #negaverse magica

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toxicanonymity · 7 months

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Hey :)

About Lincoln, I listened to the 4 The White stripes songs, and the first thing I wanted to tell you was that the atmosphere suited the Lincoln series perfectly it's insane. I don't know if the music influenced you or if the series came to you and you then created the playlist, but I find it incredible that it fits so well in terms of atmosphere !

About the songs

Screwdriver - Of course got me with the Tommy line. I don't know if he'll be part of the final, hard to say, and would it be for asking his help ? (by Lincoln ? by reader ?)

Forever for her - I wonder if it's his thoughts, hurt by the fact she would left him (kill him ?) Or him wondering how he could stay with her, without being caught up by what he did ? So they would go elsewhere ?

A martyr for my love for you - Is he gonna leave her ? Let her go ? Kill himself to free her ?

You've got her in your pocket - Well this one is the opposite (thanks for the rollercoaster lol) and i'm wondering if he's gonna kill her ? Consider it to keep her for himself ?

Keep wondering how this will end. It took me so much times to see red flags in this series. It's interesting to see how people have different "keys" that creates red flags or not - The green/red flags of other readers you posted were quite telling !

Thank you for the songs and the playlist, i discovered cool ones !

Ask from August 10 - Milla had asked for the next chapter title, which at the time was supposed to be the finale. Instead, I narrowed it down to 4 songs, each of which have some relevance , even if it's a tiny detail or in a dif context than you'd expext. The title songs aren't always good clues but have at least some minor tie-in. (Forever for her was the next chapter)

⚠️ This answer may have references through pt. 7

Left in Lincoln Master List

Consciously, the story came first, then the music hit me after pt. 1 and I started including little details from the songs. I originally named pt. 1 "the Protector" in reference to the end of the chapter:

You thought about Bill and Frank's attempt at "the Talk" – how precious you were and that you could love anyone, but needed to protect yourself. Especially from men. Joel seemed like the protector. Not someone you'd need protection from.

I kept thinking, I could've sworn there was a song, but I couldn't find it. Then, days after posting the the first chapter, the song This Protector randomly got stuck in my head after not hearing it for years. It was never one of my favorites of theirs, but when I listened to the full song, it gave me chills how perfect it was, and not just the title.

You thought you heard a sound, there's no one else around, Looking at the door, it's coming through the floor

I ret-conned the pt. 1 title, changing "the" to "this," and decided to make the rest of the chapters White Stripes songs because they have enough songs with the right atmosphere and creepiness. Even certain motifs like apples, which were already in the story. Even the age gap factor, I mean look at Passive Manipulation, which of course was way too on the nose to use as a title lol:

Take a step back, take a look at one another You need to know the difference between a father and a lover

And In the Cold, Cold Night (sung by Meg)

You make me feel a little older, like a full grown woman might.

Anyway, there's a lot of good stuff. Screwdriver even has a Tommy in it as Milla mentioned.

Before this one, I had never made a story playlist before. I kinda lucked out on this. I overplayed the White Stripes so much in my formative years that I still know all the words to an alarming number of songs two decades later, for some of them.

As for the theories, I wouldn't feel right about killing reader or Joel in this story even though either of those could totally be realistic outcomes in different genres like straight horror or even true crime.

There are also some great songs on the reader-curated Lincoln Joel playlist.

#lincoln!ask #toxic ask #milla frenchy #lincoln!joel #lincoln!analysis #song!ask #toxicanonymity writer's room

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somethingusefulfromflorida · 8 months

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I was at McDonald's and I ordered a 10 piece nugget meal with a sprite. The kid on the speaker said they were out of sprite, so I asked for a cup of water instead. He told me "we don't do cups of water, we have bottles." I told him that I literally just heard the lady in front of me order a cup of water 30 seconds ago, I can see her at the window getting it now. He told me "uhh, well, she ordered a cup of water. We give bottles to the meals." I asked why, and he said "I dunno." Okay. Whatever. A bottle of water is fine. My total was 8.40-something, I handed him a 20 dollar bill, he put it in the register and started slowly cracking open rolls of change one at a time.

Pennies, crack em open, peel off the wrapper, put em in the register.

Nickels, crack em open, peel off the wrapper, put em in the register.

Dimes.

Quarters.

It took a full minute, and I just sat there waiting. A few coins spilled out onto the counter, so he scooped them up and dropped them in the McDonald's House charity dropbox under the window, and then he stared at me for a few seconds and said "uhh, you can drive ahead now."

"My change?"

"Oh. Okay." He then stared into the register, thought about it for a couple seconds, and handed me $11.04, even though I know for a fact my total wasn't $8.96, it was less than $8.50, but he didn't give me a receipt and he walked away from the window when I said "hey, this isn't right." Hello? Hello?!?

Listen buddy, I wouldn't want to work there either but that doesn't mean you're allowed to be a fucking thief. How often do you do this to people? Did you really think I wouldn't miss $11, or are you just stupid? This is absolute horseshit. 50 cents here or there, yeah, sure, mistakes happen, but over the course of an 8 or 10 hour shift that's gotta add up. This is the second time I've been given the wrong change at this McDonald's, but the first time they corrected themselves when I brought it up so I didn't think anything of it, but now I'm thinking this is a regular occurrence. A manager at a McDonald's in my home town was fired for this exact scheme, short changing people and sharing the pool with a couple co-workers at the end of each day, so apparently it's a statewide thing, probably a franchise-wide thing (off the book of course).

Fuck this. I'm gonna eat healthier out of spite from now on! The best motivation! I can't handle these college aged McDouchebags anymore.

#mcdonalds #im gonna mcfucking lose it #change #fast food #drive thru

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bizarre-blorbo-bracket · 8 months

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Round 2 poll 8: Submitter's guitar vs Davis (Juror 8) from Twelve Angry Men

Propaganda under the cut:

Cherry (guitar)

Her name is cherry and she is a cherry red epiphone sg . i got her used for cheap. i like to personify objects, and like to have conversations with her. in my mind she has a personality, age, gender, favorite things ect. sometimes i mention her as "my friend cherry" to people i know i wont meet again.

Davis (Juror 8) (these are all from the single submitter)

a quick lil list babes, and I apologise for all of this in advance:

He's from the fucking film 12 angry men. like, aside from letterbox bootlickers and middle school hass students NO ONE has watched this film let alone care about it, it was made in 1957, is shot almost exclusively in one room and the entire film is just middle aged white men yelling at each other over whether some not white poor kid should be sent to the electric chair. what the fuck.

Henry Fonda, the actor, was 52 years old at the time of filming

Henry Fonda is the father of Jane Fonda, the woman who would revolutionise the 80's with her home workouts and her blindingly neon leg warmers.

His name wasn't revealed until the very end of the film and even then it's just "Davis."

I could honestly give him a lil smooch

He's absolutely not girlypop but he's the ally-iest ally who's ever allied

He's categorised as a "Benevolent Leader" on the Heroes Wiki

instead of the overwhelming urge for me to coddle him like most all other blorbos, i would appreciate it switched

I have a photo of him inside my saxophone case and sometimes i forget he's in there, then he creeps into my saxophone bell and when I play it he shoots out like a ballistic missile

Dude, on ao3 there's more fanfiction about the real life 80's British punk band The Clash than the entire film of 12 angry men, let alone Davis (80 fics come up under the clash, while 10 come up for 12 angry men)

I have a counter, and I've watched 12 Angry men a total of 145 times. The figure is up on my wall in tallies. whenever the number goes up, I like to watch it in 5's so then I can put another full group of tallies on my wall.

I have incredibly detailed stories about how Davis would boogie down to ringo starr's solo career, and they're written within the margins of a book called Tobruk written by Peter Fitzsimons. The only reason I reread that book is to wonder at my elaborate works of fiction

My HASS teacher was the one to introduce me to 12 Angry Men as he played it for the entire class. He gave us a set of questions to complete on the film and a few Law based questions as a little treat, and he expected it to be handed in the next day. What he didn't expect was an 11 page monster of a response that included social commentary, 4 paragraphs dissecting the character of Davis alone, deeply discussed comparisons between the landscapes of politics and law in the 50's to the present, and basically an entire point-for-point summarisation of the film, completed with obscure quotes from Truman, Eisenhower, Nixon and Presley (Elvis). He presented the printed masterpiece in front of the entire class to shame me.

After class he explained how his favourite Juror would either be 6 or 5, because 6 seems like a big dumb teddybear and he just liked 5. I explained how I liked Davis because he didn't want to send a kid to die, then he told me how Davis would make a good cowboy (at this point in time I was unaware of Henry Fonda's role in Once Upon A Time in The West) and I proceeded to go home and write a 3 part orchestral composition that I could pretend would play as the soundtrack to Juror 8: A Cowboy's Tale or something like that

I had started to make an animation meme starring Davis but only gave up when photoshop literally deleted itself from my laptop

I didn't even hear that Juror 8's name was Davis when I first watched it in class, somehow I only heard it on my 6th rewatch but when I did I literally got so excited I literally got winded and cried a little bit, I had to take a panadol because I got so lightheaded

I have learned the musical motif that plays throughout the film on saxophone, clarinet, recorder, guitar, bass, ukulele, piano and trumpet

I have visions of him

One of Davis' 3 children HAS to be gay and nothing can convince me otherwise

honest to god I'd be a home wrecker if it came to him

I quote not only Davis but the film a lot, and sometimes in the dead silence of all my friends I go on about how the old man couldn't have possibly made it to the door in such a short amount of time to see the kid running down the stairs (because the old man has a limp, and Davis proved it my limping around the room, which I have to say was incredibly attractive of him)

He's literally an architect

I once had a dream where Davis was in my bass guitar case when I opened it, and i literally just picked him up and started picking him like a bass guitar until I tried to play a full chord and he bit the hand that was meant to be on the fretboard. I dropped him and he fell on his ass, and when I said "what the hell dude what was that for" he said bass chords are lowkey ugly to listen to, and since then i don't like playing bass chords because now they're lowkey ugly to listen to. before this ordeal, i enjoyed them, but alas

i once got my romantic partner to write me a davis x reader fanfiction as a birthday present

my parents believe that Davis is my first celebrity crush, and while they're actually wrong it's still actually so embarrassing they believe that because OH MY GOD it's literally JUROR 8 FROM 12 ANGRY MEN

I've attempted slam poetry about him

I've eaten a paper printed full a4 size photo of his hand

I would also not mind him to be literally my father, but given the rest of the things I've just said about him that's really weird and I recognise that

#Davis (Juror 8)#12 angry men #guitar #polls #round 2 polls

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